Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2010 13:35:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: THe HaRDee BoYs 08

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

THe HaRDee BoYs 08
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

With an attitude of annoyance, Sikandar says, "I think when Denis was
created they broke the mold."

Having consumed much of the champaygne brought outdoors, Sikandar's father
had to help Denis back inside, leaving the two poolside.

Utilizing Sikandar's thigh as a pillow, Jason looks up to the stars, giving
opinion, "Oh he's just a fun-loving sort, that's all." Then shifting his
gaze from the heavens, into Sikandar's eyes, "If you're worried about
anything Denis saying, which will drive me away, you can stop worrying?"

It wasn't on Sikandar's mind. Instead he shared his feelings, "Were you
thinking about going back to the dorm tonight, or..."

"You have a room I can rent?"

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Going for 'just one more', instead of the milking machine, Deputy Mark
Workman felt Rick's gyrating hips, moving forwards and backwards, as he
stood in front of his bound captive.

"Oh-h-h.. oh-h... oh-h-h-h that feels hot, Ricky!" He declared, helping
things along, the law officer pulling his ass cheeks apart so Rick could
drive his cock in deeper.

"You wouldn't have to do that if my hands were free?" By now, what was on
Rick's mind was not so much escape, as his primary drive for 'living'!

Unplugging himself from Ricky buried in his socket, Mark says, "I hear
you're quite the sensation at the college?"

His eyebrows depressed, Rick replies, "What would give you that notion?"

"Hey, you're not the only one who gets it on with the college boys?" He
sports a grin.

With his pompous attitude for being the campus 'fuck-tool', Rick commands,
"I want names!"

Gazing up at Ricky's face, seeing the demonstrative attitude written all
over it, Deputy Mark says, "It's a real shame."

"What is?" Rick asks as he hangs there by his arms, feet nearly clear of
the rough wood flooring.

"You and me... we could have made a good team."

Rick questions, "Sorry, but I'm not following you here?"

"You're a hot fucker, but not only do I enjoy having my ass reamed," he
walks over the the milking machine and unscrews the jar holding Ricky's
four ejaculations, "but I'd love the opportunity do a boy at both ends with
you, or if it be the case," and to prove his next point, Deputy Mark upends
the lip of the jar to his mouth, gulping down the entire contents of
jock-protein, "Mm-m-m-m... that was yummy-good!" Mark rubs his tummy! "Oh,
what was I saying?"

With a look of repulsion on his face, Rick replies, "I can't believe you
just drank down my loads of cum-juice!"

Walking over to Ricky, he smiles, saying, "Sorry I didn't leave any for
you?"

"Like, you're not hurting my feelings, okay?"

"Oh but look!" Mark holds the jar up, some cum glazing the inside of the
jar. "I think I can scrape out a finger-full," his index and fucking-finger
delve out a leftover portion. He brings it to Ricky's lips, saying,
"C'mon. Open up Ricky."

Rick remains tight-lipped.

"Taste it and I'll let you down?" Mark meant, out of his bondage.

Rick shook his head back and forth, signifying 'no way'.

His right hand with the goo attached, Mark balls up his left fist. "My left
hand could force you to open your mouth?" Mark draws his arm back, with
Ricky in full view of the impending action.

Though he wasn't a gym-guy, from before, he found if he tensed his abs, the
impact was less volatile.

Instead of punching Ricky in the gut, Deputy Mark's hand mellowed out and
he softly rubbed it over Ricky's abdomen. "I could grow real fond of this
cub-belly."

He wasn't meaning anything by it, but one thing lingered on Rick's mind,
his being interrupted with plugging Deputy Mark's ass and it came out
naturally, "Yeah and I could grow real fond of pounding your ass ten times
a day!"

Tossing the jar to the side, it broke. "Oops!" Mark brushed it off. There
were more important matters before him, let alone a broken cum-collecting
jar. Walking up to Ricky, he placed both hands on his torso and ran them up
to about his pecs, then down again.

"What are ya gonna do?" Rick asks, looking down his front, between the
pockets of his stretched-overhead-arms.

At six-foot-three, Mark's frame would tower over many, however with Ricky's
five-feet-eleven and half inches, Ricky held the stakes of who was taller,
his bondage position giving his height a lift. In this position, Mark's
lips came in to contact just above Ricky's pecs. "Mm-m-m... now where are
those hairy little nubs?"

Seeing the deputy fall into a certain manner of presentation, Rick took his
chances, saying, "Man, what I could do for you!"

"Huh?" Mark suddenly halted his tongue from searching for nip meat.

Rick wasn't sure. The deputy could have been late twenties, early
thirities, but regardless, the tall, muscular man was turning him on. Rick
even made it an issue, "Notice anything?"

Standing back, lightly scrutinizing Ricky's bod, "Nothing, except you're
hard?" He handles Ricky's hardness.

Point blank Rick suggests, "I want to own you!"

"Own me?" Mark giggles. "But you're the one hanging by the arms and
incapacitated, Ricky?"

Rick thanked his lucky stars he half-pay attention in psychology class,
"Yeah, but a few seconds ago you were servicing me and because I was
thinking of how I was slowly starting to 'own' you, I starting getting a
massive erection. Think about it, Deputy Mark...."

Mark stood there, hands on hips, entertained by Ricky's performance.

"You, standing there, hands cuffed behind your back.... me with your police
baton in my hand and every time you refused to bend over and suck my cock,
I'd stab you in the gut with the baton and make you!"

At the mention of 'the stab', two things came over Deputy Mark. He rubbed
his abs with his hand and his ass muscles twitched.

Dropping his eyes, Rick says, "Don't tell me this scenario isn't getting
you off, because your cock will betray you!"

Same hand which felt up the pit of his stomach, slid under his balls and
right up his eight inch, now hard, barrel. At the tip, a bead of cum oozed
out. "Oh shit!"

"Deny you don't have a desire to serve me, deputy?"

For Mark, his feelings were bent in two, perhaps two-thirds to one-thirds,
Ricky's motives winning out. He presented what he regarded as one-third of
the problem, "Yeah, but as soon as release you from your bondage you're
going to go right to the cops?"

"Like what were you going to do after you were done filling a gallon jug
with my cum?"

"You don't want to know," Mark replied, though he left it up to Art Welcher
and had an idea.

Right now Rick didn't want to know. If he was going to make his impromtu
plan work, he had to stick with it, "Ever hear of 'an eye for an eye, a
tooth for a tooth'?"

"What's your point Ricky?" When Deputy Mark was rubbing the neat trail down
his abs, he noticed they were still a little sticky, so sucked on them like
the remnants of a popsicle stick.

"I'm a reasonable man," put to him by a twenty year old college dude. "How
about you let me out of this, compensate me for the pain and suffering I
went through and then we start all over again?"

It was a mouthful for Mark to absorb. Formost, he wondered, "Start all over
again? Like how would that go?"

Looking down upon Mark, from his arms-up position, Rick still had an idea
Mark was a tall dude. "Like how tall are you?"

"Six-foot-three. What about it?" the deputy asks, standing there with one
hand on his hip, the other hand keeping him moderately hard.

"And you definitely work out at the gym, right?"

"Yeah. So?" Call it pride, vanity, Mark swipes his hand over the dark brown
dividing trail of his six-pack abs.

"Man would it be way too cool to have dominion over a tall, muscled cop. I
mean wouldn't it be cool if I called you on your cell, no matter where you
are or what you're doing and told you I'm on my way over because I've got
to let loose my load?"

Deputy Mark had to do a reality check. Numerous times, as he lay awake in
bed at night, he's pictured himself at the mercy of another dude, younger
than himself, and now he's wondering, if by slim chance, Ricky was or has
ever tapped into his mind!

For the past fifteen minutes, throughout his bargaining, Rick has slowly
seen the tough officer of the law lose his authoritative demeanor, which to
him, sensed he was 'winning' release from his bondage. At first, it was
Rick's prime objective, however, with what has transpired through
conversation, Rick was now more entertained by how far things have come,
thinking this could really prosper into something more lucrative.

"I'm still not convinced you aren't going to be running to the
authorities. Too, what did you mean by being compensated for 'pain and
suffering'?"

"Oh well, that's the easy part. Whatever you did unto me, I do unto you."
And to soften the blow, "Don't tell me those worked up abs can't take your
police baton?"

"Never tried it," Mark said without enthusiasm.

And seeing the deputy not responding favorable, Rick went back to dwell on,
"That's not important. We can would out the fine details later." And then
throwing his trump card, "So how about it there, deputy, you want to cut me
down and maybe we can get started in developing some kind of relationship?"

'Relationship'? It immediately crossed Mark's mind. Thinking all of two
seconds, he asks, "Now why would you want to have anything to do with a man
who beat you, then strung you up, let alone forcefully extracted your
man-juice from you?"

Putting it across in an educated mindframe, Rick puts on airs, "Because I
don't think things happen without a reason. Sure, it killed my gut to have
you bashing it in and frankly I thought the milking machine kind of a
turnon." Rick actually cracked a smile, saying, "I probably could have gone
on to fill the jar, if you made me," and making it part of his sales pitch,
"even though I'd rather fill your gut and cut out the middle process," and
his strongest point, "but mainly I think you and I could have a hot time
together. But if you want to miss out on.... it's up to you whether you
want to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime, hooking up with a hot guy."
Rick lay it on as thick as hot creme slowly leaking out of a cock and then
rested his case.

%

Dobie lived off campus with his Uncle Sylv and so it was the most logical
place for him and Jared to go. However, at early hours of the morning, the
two stripped, showered and hit the sack, cuddling, their eyelids too weary
to stay awake for any activity.

Hearing a door slam, it startled Jared awake, "What was that?" Too, he
disoriented, thinking he was in the dorm and not jarred awake on some
dude's chest.

"Probably Sylv coming in," Dobie replies, as clear and crisp as a summer
morn.

"What time is it?"

With alertness, Dobie looks toward the lighted dial on the night stand,
"About six."

Still perched on Dobie's chest, Jared asks, "Weren't you sleeping?"

"Nope. Woke up about an hour ago and entertained myself by watching you
sleep. Didn't you feel me rubbing my hand up and down your back?"

"I must've been in a deep sleep," Jared replies. "I've got a class in three
hours. You?"

"Friday is my late day, but I've got swimming practice at four. What are
you doing for the weekend?"

His smile went unnoticed in the dark as Jared says, "Spending it with you?"

"I don't know if you are interested in my schedule," Dobie replies.

But they are interrupted by a figure standing in the doorway, addressing
the two, "Hey, just checking in."

"Have a nice night, Sylv?" Dobie asks the silouhetted figure, which shows a
lack of clothing.

Jared smiles, seeing the outline of 'the male form' between his legs,
blackness projected against the lit room from outside the door.

"Night. Morning. It was all the same... and hey there, Jared, Heinrich said
if I run into you, I should give you a message."

"Yeah?" Jared replies.

"Good thing you and my nephew connected, because Heinrich says he's hooked
up with one of the dudes we did last night and he thinks this dude and he
are going to be steady fuck-buddies." With that he walks away. "Catch you
guys later. I have to get ready for work."

Dobie says, "Uncle Sylv has a way with words!"

And with a bit of melancholy, Jared replies, "Like am I crying over
Heinrich jilting me?"

"Oh really? I hadn't realized you and Heinrich had something going?"

Again, in the very limited lighting, Jared's toothy smile couldn't be
detected as he said, "Like 'Uncle Sylvester' said, Heinrich is only out for
sex."

Maybe it came out wrong, as Dobie read it, "So you're only in a
relationship for sex?"

"No-no-no-no-no!" Jared realizes his lame mistake, "Not at all. Doesn't
every guy hope for the type of serious relationship, where they don't have
to go bed-hopping for sex?"

Dobie was giving Jared a 'hard time', smiling as he asks, "You hopped into
my bed?"

Adamantly and to send a message, Jared says of it, "I did not! If memory
serves me correctly, you got into bed first and I gently crawled into
bed... see? I'm still here lying on your chest where I was last night! So
there!" he pings Dobie's nip with his finger.

"Owch! You're going to give me a purple nurple. What will the swim team
think?"

"It's not going to do anything." And to show he's sorry, Jared wets the tip
of his finger and runs it over Dobie's nip.

Dobie carries on, "So you're not going to hop into any other guy's bed?"

Half-joking, but mostly serious, Jared replies, "Give me a reason not to!"

They hugged. They kissed, but now wasn't the time for any sexual
commitments. Even though Dobie had a two o'clock library science class and
swimming practice at four, he had to hit the gym this morning. Jared had a
psych class at nine, so the two thought it best to wait till later for a
hot rendezvous in bed.

"Shower?"

"Sure, but I've got to check up on my little bro first." He dialed Jason's
cell, but it didn't pick up. He moved his head around to the rhythm of the
sound of the hot guy's digital voice, before responding, "Hey bro! What's
the meaning of not leaving yourself cell on? I'm worried sick about ya! Get
back to me!" And then non-chalantly, to Dobie, "That's done."

"Problem?" Dobie hung over his shoulder.

"Yeah. I can't contact Jason, unless he doesn't have his cell on. But I
told him not to turn it off." But his thoughts were even more disturbed by
Dobie's hands woven in between his arms, one hand planing up and down his
chest and stomach, the other 'involved' with his cock and balls.
"Mm-m-m-m!" he said of the intrusion. A bigger smile formed on Jared's face
when he felt something poking him in the backside made him forget about his
'bad-boy' bro!

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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

`THe HaRDee BoYs' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without
prior consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
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