Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2010 09:10:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: THe HaRDee BoYs 09

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 09
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I'm probably making 'thee' biggest mistake of my life," Deputy Mark says,
lowering the chain which connects the couplings holding Ricky's arms in
place above his head.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Slowly there," Ricky calls out as his arms slowly
descend. Too, his standing almost on toes, made him wobble as his bod
weight became stable. "Oh man!" Ricky says of his arms reclining after
being stuck in the 'up' position for his milking experience.

"I'll do that!" Mark says, after Ricky begins figiting with the leather
cuffs.

"No!" Ricky barks out, "I'll do this. You unfasten my ankles!"

Mark stood there in contemplation. Up until a score of minutes ago, it was
him dishing out the orders. On his mind was 'who ruled who?' Unlike ever
before in his life, this mere 'college boy' was making his innards tingle,
a force within making him cave in towards the college dude's calling.

"What? If I wanted to, I could have smashed you in the gut?"

'True', Mark thought to himself. With both of Ricky's arms free of the
chains, it could have been of little effort for him to take a swing at
him. As he bent down to loosen Ricky's right leg he says, "No funny stuff
now. If Art ever caught me...."

"If I ever caught you what, Mark?" It was Art, looking like he just woke
up, his pants on, shirtless, his wifebeater straps hanging down.

Both Mark, looking up, Rick looking down, the two stare at each other as a
result of the sound of Art's voice and the clicking of his rifle. Suddenly
Mark began sweating, with a loaded barrel of a rifle pointed to his head!
Like he's seen crooks do, when he's approached them, Mark lifts his hands
in the air when he sees Art is not putting the rifle down.

"Hey, remember, I'm a cop, Art?"

"Strange thing, out of uniform you look like an ordinary man!" There would
be no difference though, cop or citizen, either manner of man would not be
impervious to a foot to the crotch.

Ricky was of no help, with his one ankle still attached to a post, the
other one slightly loose. He tried reaching out to grab Art as he lifted
the rifle out of the way to kick Mark in the stomach. He even reached down
to try to undo an ankle, but he saw the logic in Mark doing it, almost
falling flat on his face. Equally disturbing, he thought if Mark was down
and trussed up in the same bondage predicament as himself, there would be
no mercy in escape for either of them.

Too, Ricky feared the outcome when Mark, cuddled up in a womb position,
apparently his abs and balls aching like hell, was addressed by Art in a
frivolous manner, "I didn't tell you what was going to become of the
boys. Well now, since I'm including you in the bounty, you can say goodbye
to the good life forever!" Laughing his ass off, Art's boot caught Mark
right between the legs, as Mark was trying to crawl away. It put Mark flat
on his stomach.

He didn't know what Mark was thinking, as Art quickly cuffed his hands
behind his back, on the other side of a pole, but Ricky at this point
didn't care if he corrupted his quads to get out of his bondage fix.

"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

'Uh-oh', Rick thought, reaching to unbuckle his left ankle. At a time like
this he shouldn't be joking, but says, "Um, like I was just checking to
make sure Mark didn't loosen this too much?"

"Mark, is it? So, while I was sawing wood, you two were getting to know
each other. Is that how it goes?"

Buying time, Ricky replies, "Oh no. That's not it at all. I hate Mark. I
hate what he did to me." And with a lack of acting skills, "I want to
really punch his lights out for bruising my stomach and making me cum so
many times. My balls are like really hurting."

Approaching Rick, to refasten his cuffs, he places the little hooks
embedded in the side of the leather over a hook, one at a time.

Other than pounding a guy's ass to hell, Ricky has never assumed a violent
role, but right now he figures, it's not only himself, but Mark's life on
the line. So, with his last chance of turning this situation around, he
brings his free hand back and 'POW'! He socks Art right in the balls, which
was not a tough choice, since Art was reaching up to snag the hook.

When Art bent over from the unexpected blow, he pulled Ricky's arm down
with him.

Totally loosing balance, Ricky caved in, right on top of Art. "Oh shit!" he
cried out, expecting his ankles to crack right off his feet. They didn't as
Ricky's bod fell, covering most of Art right up?

Bad enough, Art's stoopid mistake, opening his mid section to Ricky, to
reach for the hook, instead of lowering it, Art had more to complain about,
other than a pair of aching balls as his back hit the floor, littered with
the broken cum jar from the milking machine.

Not a malevolent person, except for when his nads drove him deep inside a
guy's ass crevice, Ricky reveled in the joy, "Oh great!", his chub bod,
using it as a weapon, moving about on top of Art to cause the glass
splinters to dig into his skin. He couldn't do much more, with his legs
still bound in an outstretched position.

Too, from around the other side of the milking machine, he hears Marks
voice, "Yeah! Get that fucker Ricky!"

So, like the deputy commanded, "Rick 'got that fucker'!"

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Finally, Jason got in contact with Jared, Jared at the breakfast table with
Dobie, replying to his first bit of news, "Sikandar? Who's Sikandar and
where is this house you're at?" He said it as if a father checking up on a
son. Placing the cell phone for a minute against his thigh, he says to
Dobie, "Jason sacked out at some soccer dude's house last night." Then,
picking up the phone, he asks, "What?"

At the mention of 'Sikandar', a light went off in Dobie's head. The clue,
'soccer-dude' didn't need to be there, him knowing Sikandar an uncommon
name, but accepted 'soccer' in picturing the only soccer-dude on the swim
team, whose name corresponded to the one named. "I know that guy," he says.

Right into the phone Jared says, "Hey! Small world! Dobie knows your
friend!"

It was then Jared being put on the stand, being interrogated by his
brother. And after a few minutes, Jared says, "No, I haven't heard from
Rick, but he probably spent the night making his rounds of the dorm." And
ten seconds later Jared ended the call and immediately he was on Dobie, "So
what do you know of this Sikandar-dude?"

Smiling, Dobie replies, "Let's see... where shall I start? Tall, dark,
handsome, awesome physique, GPA of 6.0, um not to mention what he carried
between his thighs?"

His jaw dropping open, Jared exclaims, "He's a genius!" Of course Jared
wasn't oblivious to Dobie's last point.

"On top of everything, Jare, he's a really, really nice guy. Your brother
lucked out."

Across the long, long, long, long table flanking out to the sides of them,
which the two had to themselves, Jared watches as Dobie is cutting up a
banana to put in his cereal, he says, "I don't think he's the only one!" As
he lifts a spoonful of Cap'n Crunch to his mouth, his eyes are still on
Dobie. Crunching, he still holds the grin on his face.

Dobie replies, "You know, you're a slob, Jare?"

The back of his hand wiping his mouth, Jared replies, "Yeah, I know!" The
grin stays.

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"Like, oh-my-God! I think I've murdered him!" Ricky says of Art lying there
on the floor under him, motionless.

Thrashing about, trying to free himself from Ricky's dead weight, Art had
hit his head on the milking machine, making himself in a comatose state.

"Will you just think about getting us out of here, Ricky?" Mark yells
across the room.

"Get us out of here? You're the one who got us into this mess, Deputy!" But
more dire, Ricky says, "I can't move. My legs are like pinning me down."

"Shoot the chain."

"Shoot the chain? Like I've never used a gun before!" Ricky exclamed.

With his wrists cuffed behind the pole, Mark was able to walk himself up to
a standing position. Over the height of the milking machine he says in a
more calm manner, "Take aim at the chain near your foot and shoot at the
link."

"Are you fuckin' out of your mind? I might hit my foot!"

"Just fuckin' be a man and do it, Ricky?"

"Okay," Ricky started squirming about to retrieve the rifle, "but you owe
me!"

Sure, their captivity was important to break out of, but as Mark saw Ricky
go to work, his mind altered to the state of thinking up how hot it could
be, a slave to Ricky's whims, especially beholden to him for getting them
out of this fix he got them into.

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"My brother will want to meet you right away," Jason says to Sikandar, as
the two dress.

Throwing a pair of briefs to Jason, he says, "Really? Here! See if these
fit!"

"CK's. Pretty nice. I bet you didn't shop Target for these!" Jason jokes,
placing a French inflection over the 'get'.

"Does your brother have some fixation over you, like he is your custodian?"
Sikandar asks.

"Nah. He just wants to make sure I get settled in and don't mess with the
wrong crowd," Jason says, feeling the lowrise briefs, the place where his
thumbs skim along his pubes. "Wow! These are 'really' nice!"

"If you are too hairy there, there is an electric shaver in the cabinet?"

He 'saw' Sikandar point blank last night, but wasn't checking on the length
of the hair on his pubes. "Do you like, 'shave', down there?"

"I trim and whether you noticed or not, I 'do' shave my balls?"

Smiling, Jason replies, "Um, like I was almost laying on them. Do you think
I didn't notice?"

They exchanged smiles, both remembering, Sikandar feeling good while Jason
handled his nads. Memories not blocked out forever, the two come together
with smiling faces. Entwining hands, arms, bods touching, their lips meet.

Parting, Jason asks, "What time was soccer practice again?" Reason for
asking, his CK's were tenting!

%

In a manner usually stated, whenever Jared saw Rick's phone number pop up
on his cell, he addresses the welcoming in call, "Get enough ass last
night?" Rather than the usual return, Jared exclaims, "You almost killed a
guy? What do you mean you almost killed a guy?"

Dobie asks Jared while he's on the phone, "That your friend, who can't get
enough?"

Raising his head up and down in agreement, Jared was listening to a run
through of Rick's nightmarish evening, with a lot of it not making sense,
especially the part about the milking machine. To Rick's request, Jared
says, "We'll be right over!"

"What's up?" Dobie asks as Jared pops out of his chair.

"Rick. He hooked up with some dude on the gay chat room, only the dude led
him into a trap." Cutting the details short, "He asked for me to give him a
lift home... oh, but I don't have the car."

His eyes pleading, Dobie answers, "We'll take mine."

"Um, my clothes still upstairs where I left them?"

Being decked out in their briefs, the two hightailed it upstairs, Dobie's
uncle was on his way down and their bods scraped.

"Morning Uncle Sylv," Dobie said nicely.

When passing by Jared, Sylv made sure they more than touched, leaning away
from the wall his back faced as he turned sideways. Only difference than
Jared almost in the buff, Sylv was dressed for work.

And since Sylv instigated the action, Jared got even, "Yeah, morning Uncle
Sylvester!"

Putting on a fake disposition of anger, Sylv wags a finger and warns,
"You're pushing your luck boy!"

In Dobie's room, Jared says, "He was joking right?" It's how he sensed it.

"Oh course, but you never know... you might like the type of fun Uncle Sylv
enjoys alone with a guy."

"Bet he dishes out a hot fuck, huh?" Jared asks as he surveys the room.

"After you're made to suck everyplace on his bod and more?" Dobie replies
as he picks clothing out of his drawer.

It came to Jared, "Hey, you don't happen to do threeways with your uncle,
do you?"

Making it clear, Dobie says, "If you want to go and do stuff with my uncle,
then you don't need to hang around with me, Jared."

Thinking he hit a raw nerve, Jared observes the silence beset by Dobie's
response to gather his thoughts before saying, "Uh, nah. I was only
thinking out loud, with some weird fantasy idea. That's all."

Throwing a tee shirt over his head, Dobie asks, "Have you had threeway
affairs before, Jared?" like treading on sacred ground.

Snapping his pants and zippering, Jared says, "Oh sure. You know dorm guys
my age, we all cave in to the want and wills of our cocks!" He laughed.

Dobie smiled, but by appearance didn't think of the hilarity shown by
Jared. Instead of furthering the conversation, he asks, "Ready?"

So, hopping in Dobie's Mustang, the two were off for 'the country'. Upon
arrival then needed to explain themselves to the police, to get past the
yellow tape blocking the dirt road, tied between two trees.

"There's Rick!" Jared spied through the dashboard window, pointing towards
the side of a barn.

Getting out of Dobie's car, Jared didn't wait up, making a beeline for his
dorm friend. "Like what the hell happened Rick?" he yells almost to his
face before giving him a brotherly hug.

"I can't say anything right now," Rick replies. "There's an investigation
going on and I can't talk to anyone..." but he did leave a smile on his
face, saying, "except the cop over there..."

"Cop?" Jared swings his head around, his face cast in front of
Dobie. Reminding him he didn't come alone, "Oh! Rick, this is Dobie." Then
to Dobie, "Dobie, this is Rick."

"Hot!" Is all Rick could think as he shook Dobie's hand.

Before another word was said, Rick turns to the cop involved in the
investigation, saying, "This is Deputy Mark, the police officer involved in
the investigation."

Both Dobie and Jared scanned Mark's bod.

It was Dobie who inquires, "Aren't you out of uniform?"

Rick wasn't in civilian clothes, which the blanket over his shoulders and
one draped around his waist gave creedance towards other question.

"Yeah," Mark replies. "Long story of which I am not at liberty to discuss."

Dobie stood there listening to the three chat, Jared asking, "Hey, is that
'it'?" he inquires of the giant tank being removed, one looking like an
over-grown propane tank. He walks over by it, other cops shooing him away.

Mark, clad in his pants, his shirt on, but unable to fasten it closed on
account of the buttons are ripped off, races over, telling the
investigators, "It's okay. He's with me."

Dobie and Rick follow, catching up with the lot as the machine is placed on
a pallet.

Inquisitively, Jared addresses Rick, "How did they use this on you?"

Everything was supposed to be confidential, but they all had a thirst for
knowledge as Rick gave a play-by-play description of what he went
through. "He tied me with my hands above my head so I couldn't touch
myself... but hell! Who would want to with the hose," Rick bends down and
picks up the end of the hose, taking it, then to show realism, loosens the
blanket from around his torso, "put on my cock like this and then... hey,
somebody wanna plug this in?"

"I thought you said you were tortured, Rick?" Jared asks.

"First time, yeah I thought it was, but after I blew my load and the farmer
started milking my second load... hell, you oughta try this Jared!"

"Thanks, but I'll save it for a guy's hand!"

One of the other detectives, chubby dude, beard, says, "I might have a go
at it!"

Glancing towards the police officer, Jared thinks, 'Hmm, nice lumberjack!'

Meanwhile, one of the police officers had found an extension cord and run
it back to the shed. As soon as the milking machine began humming, all eyes
shifted to Rick's cock.

"Um, I'd stand back if I were you guys," Mark cautions.

The bearded cop asks, "Why? This machine dangerous?"

Mark tells, "The jar," he points to the open part of the machine at the
right top, where the cum jar would be screwed in, "the cum-collector... it
broke."

As Ricky begins to feel the effects, the sucking action, which at the same
time makes his shaft swell, he ellicits soft moans, but in response to
Mark's comment on the jar, "That damn jar probably saved our lives!"

It then opened up to a new subject, thought everyone's attention from on
the end of the hose, "Yeah, Ricky's a real hero. Saved not only his own
life, but mine and the two boys strung up in the barn," Mark replies.

"You said you almost killed somebody?" Jared asks Rick.

It mostly went on dead ears as the pressure on Ricky's hard shaft became so
'sucking', he had to deal with the emotional outburst. "Help me here,
Mark?"

"Excuse me," Mark says to Jared as he comes around Ricky's back, weaves his
arms in between Ricky's and puts him in a full nelson.

"Shit!" the bearded cop says, seeing Ricky's hands let loose of the hose,
his stiff shaft almost holding it straight out.

Mark shouts out in a humorous manner, "This is where the shit hits the
fan!"

And sure enough, everyone around bent for cover as Ricky shot his load, cum
shooting out of the 'jar hole', the force making it slither out of the
opening, the air produced zillions of threads of cum, randomly taking out a
cop here or there.

As for the bearded cop, he swipes an index finger over the side of his
face, dislodging a fingerful of cum, looking at it.

In front of him, up pops Jared, asking, "Want me to take care of that for
you?" The audacity in him, he takes the cop's finger and puts it in his
mouth, savoring it.

Reading the cop authentically, the bearded cop says to Jared, "I have more
than a fingerful of cum you can take care of!"

By this time Dobie, after seeing Jared with the cop, knew this wasn't the
risque lifestyle he was into. He slowly saw it coming. Walking over to
Jared, he says, "I gotta go." Staring eyes was all they needed, knowing
their lives clashed both in action, deed and principle. Jared tried
explaining, but Dobie rectified it, "I know," knowing they just weren't
meant for each other.

Dobie leaving, Jared watched him go. It left a sad void in his mind,
looking at Dobie walk back to his Mustang, his head hanging between his
shoulders. Looking back, like over his life, at the bearded cop, Jared
seemed like he was looking destiny in the face, deciding on the future and
what could be, Dobie vs. the 'bear-cop'. "Sorry!" he chirped over his
shoulder, carving his own path through the small crowd, shouting, "Hey!
Wait up there a minute, will ya Dobie!"

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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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