Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 17:01:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 45

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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story. Additionally, if you
are under 18 years of age, in most state and
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Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"For Sale By Owner" 45
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Hey, y'know Vince, this stuff is really good!" Dustin
complimented, shutting up with another fork full of
puttanesca.

"Yeah," Alex chimed in, "I never tasted anything with
anchovies before. In fact, I can't even taste 'fish'.

"Thanks guys. I appreciate it," Vince replied, all
smiles, a certain sense of modesty to his attitude.

"What was that?" Dustin suddenly says.

Dead silence follows until they hear some stirring
from the livingroom.

"Jason!" Vince shouts out. Like a bat out of hell,
he's out of the kitchen and streaking through the
doorway like a bolt of lightning, Alex and Dustin on
his tail. "What tha?"

Just as surprised, Alex and Dustin stand there seeing
Jason somewhat awake, Jarrett on his knees, his chest
covering Jason's chest, both hugging.

"Jarrett, what's this?" Alex asks.

"I was sitting there watching him for the longest
time. Then he wakes up calling for somebody named
'Vin'. He was getting pretty upset, so I 'had' to do
something!"

Slowly, Alex and Dustin look to Vince. Not at all what
they expected, the thirty-four year old Italian is
gazing down at the two, smiling.

"You hungry kid?"

In response to Vince's voice, Jason offers a weak,
"Hi.. ah... Vin..."

As if a tennis match, Alex and Dustin follow the
conversation.

"You almost went and did it this time, y'know?" Vince
tells him.

Kneeling there beside the sofa, Jarrett didn't mean to
do it, but it didn't help to keep himself completely
in control, what with his cock stick straight out,
rubbing against the ruffle of the sofa. But his loins
were not the sole reason he felt flushed with looking
upon Jason.

"I.... Know... than..."

"What happened?" Jarrett asks, concerned.

"He'll be like that for awhile, til morning," Vince
replied. "In and out, til the sedative wears off."

When they returned for their supper, Jarrett trailed
along. Vince couldn't let the moment lapse, telling
him, "Would be a shame if them there boxer shorts
should happen to fall off!"

He gave Vince an eyeful, Jarrett tugging at the back,
his CK boxers dropping down, making his fuzzy ass
crevice visible. "Show's over!" he called out, pulling
them up so far they reached almost to his pecs.

"Stingy show for the money!" Vince joked.

"What money?" Jarrett replied.

"The dinner I'm about to serve you?"

Being just as wise, Jarrett said, "Well if I like it,
there could be a tip in it for you!"

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"I'm not so sure about this," Jim said, not waiting
for the go ahead to talk or not, from the master.

Seeing Jim's nervousness, Jack dropped the toughguy
act and asks, "Not sure about what?"

Looking all around him, Jim looked to his right arm, a
leather cuff attached to his right wrist, a chain
connecting to a ring on the cuff, stretching his arm
up to the ceiling, a bit on a slanted angle, the
repeat effect on his left arm. Both legs cuffed,
stretched out from the middle, his feet standing flat
on the floor, his whole body eagle-spread.

"You're not going to do anything to my balls are you?"

Pulling up a chair, Jack swung it around, sitting in
it backwards and facing Jim.

"What did you come here expecting, boy?"

"I....to see how much I can take?"

"Physically," Jack states.

"Um, I suppose."

"I can't go on guesses, nor supposes boy. What is it
you want to come out of this experience knowing?"

Then, thinking back to moments ago, outdoors when Jack
leveled him to the ground with tucking his gut in with
the handle of his flogger, he had an idea, telling
Jack, "Maybe see how tough I am..."

"Hmm," Jack thought, looking over ever square inch of
Jim's bod.

"Or how tough I can be?" Jim rephrases his answer.

"Now we're getting somewhere, boy."

Rising up from the ordinary wooden chair, Jack
approached Jim. Looking him up and down, he latched on
to Jim's right nip, giving it a pinch and turn.

"Oww-ohhh-ohhhhhh," Jim sighed with a mixture and
pleasure and pain.

"Feel good, boy?"

"Some."

"Well if that is all you can take, it ain't much."

Feeding right into Jack's hands, Jim asks, "How can I
like build myself up?"

"It takes something maybe you don't have boy."

"Like?"

"Guts? wait a minute. I'll be right back. Better I
demonstrate it to you boy."

Jim wondered where Jack headed. But the whole time he
was gone all Jim could think about is recalling what
Jack looked like. From head to toe, the thing which
turned him on greatly was the fur covering. Not much
on his head, but the goatee, pecs, and stomach was
enough to fill his sense with a want to taste this
man's sweaty bod. Interrupting him, his attention
switched to the right as Jack was back, literally
toting a guy, chain attached to a cuff around his
neck, arms behind his back, cuffed, a chain between
his feet as if a prisoner.

"This boy here is what we term 'no limits'."

"Right. So Bill tells me. You can do anything you want
to a guy like that."

"Fairly and reasonable, as I'll demonstrate here for
you boy."

When Bill had explained to Jim the different leagues
of pain-takers, he pointed out the novices, the more
advanced and the ultimate, 'no limits' guys, which
virtually became equated to 'anything goes'. He
watched as Jack's willing victim answered every
question with 'Yes, sir'. If it was himself Jack was
putting in the stocks, locking the wood down so it
contained the guy's arms and head, Jim wasn't sure if
he would be protesting or not. For sure, he would want
to know what was due him before the action started.
Here, there was no mention of what form of physical
abuse Jack was going rain down on this boy.

"Um, aren't you going to ask him if it's okay to use
that on him?" Jim inquired of Jack as he let the
leather fronds of the flogger untangle, holding them a
few feet behind the bound victim.

"Remember what I said about 'no limits'?"

"I remember," Jim responded, expecting more of an
explanation from Jack. He got it alright as Jack
brought the flogger back way behind him and flung it
towards the guy's back. "Oh shit!" Jim called out,
hearing the lashed victim cry out, arching his back as
he was bent over in his bondage position.

He was even more astounded when the 'no limits' guy
called out, "Thank you sir, may I have another?"

This went on for nine more lashes, each time the
asking followed by the delivering of the punishing
flogger on it's victim's back.

"Well? What do you think Jim? Can you handle it?"

"What? Me getting whipped? I don't think so," Jim
replied frankly. "His back looks kind of lacerated.
He's gotta be hurting plenty."

Smiling, Jack wasn't doing it solely because he
enjoyed the feel of the whip in his hand. Yes, that
was part of his enjoyment, but the other part was
keeping his victim hard. In response to Jim's concern,
he pointed out, "If you're worried about how much this
boy is feeling the sting of the lash, just look right
here!"

Getting two eyefuls, Jim was amazed how a gooey strand
of cum leaked out from the bound boy's cock,
stretching all the way to the floor. Even more
amazing, when Jack stroked his cock, producing more
leakage.

"Unbelievable!" Jim exclaimed.

Reporting back to Jim, Jack confronted him, "It could
be something that turns you on too, but you won't know
unless you try it."

Pausing, a bunch of thoughts running through his mind,
the pros and cons, Jim finally made a decisive
conclusion, telling Jack, "Okay. maybe one would be
okay."

"One? That's a wimps reaction. Why don't we try five?"

Jim replies to that, "How about two?"

"Four?"

"Three?"

Smiling, Jack figured if he played his cards right he
would get Jim to settle for three. Standing behind
Jim, he ran his hand over Jim's back.

Feeling shivers up and down his back, Jim's reaction
was to grab at his restraints, his fingers closing
around the chained links.

"Relax. I'm going to make sure your first set is nice
and easy. Trust me, you'll feel like it's a massage."

To himself, a whisper, Jim replied, "Yeah. Right!"

By the time Jack fooled around, holding the strands of
the flogger up to Jim's back, allowing him to feel the
slack of the lash against the skin, the twenty-one
year old sweated so more it was streaming down his
bod. It didn't help the authentic dungeon remained
heated by several realistic torches which lit the room
and a basin of coals and fire. Finally he got annoyed
at Jack's 'pussyfooting' around. "Alright, already.
Will you just get with it, Jack?"

Jim couldn't see the toothy grin on Jack's face.
Making sure, he badgered, "So, you really want it
boy?"

"Fuckin' just do it!" Jim's yelled back, on the edge,
going over it. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Oh shit! Oh shit!"
He called out after the flogger slashed across his
blades.

"Felt good, didn't it boy?"

"Are you crazy Jack? It stung like hell!"

Being there before, a boy's first time feeling any
kind of pain, Jack knew Jim was too occupied with the
pain associated with the sting of the lash to notice
the bead of cum forming at the tip of his cock, easy
for Jack to see, with Jim's cock hanging down.

"You... you got my pec!"

Leaning in to Jim's right side, he ran his hand over
the side of Jim's pec, same time tweaking his nip.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Jim replied, as Jack added in some soft
nip play, meant to wreak pleasure on its victim.

"Yup. Maybe we need to add a little more stimulation
to this flogging."

"What are you gonna do?" Jim asked, receiving nothing
in the way of an explanation, only watching Jack walk
over to a cupboard, open a drawer and remove something
metallic.

"How about a little jewlery to dress up your pecs,
boy?"

"Oh no you don't," Jim replied, seeing two clips
attached to the string of metal chain, "You're not
going to put them on me!"

Setting the resistance on each clips to lightweight,
figeting with each screw, Jack set each nip-clip at
the least amount of tension.

"Where's Bill? He said you wouldn't do anything I
didn't want to do!"

Having a hunch, Jack knew in the long run Jim might be
thanking him. There was always that small percentage
of doubt, but he had some good vibes about this boy,
neglected for so long!

"Get them away from me," Jim played hard-to-get-along,
trying to move his pecs around so Jack couldn't attach
one to his left nip. "Oh shit!" Jim called out when
the clamp did it's job, squeezing Jim's nip meat
together tightly. But much to his amazement instead of
all out pain, when he arched his back he felt himself
moaning at the awesome feeling, a little pain, but
much more pleasure!

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"So I don't get it. Why did Jason try to kill
himself?" Scott asks, even though Vince has briefly
spoken about Jason and his problems, mostly
surrounding the treatment by his dad.

To all of their amazement, Jarrett volunteers,
"Sometimes it's tough to comprehend something unless
you've 'been there'."

Vince switches his attention from Scott to Jarrett,
inquiring, "Have you 'been there'?"

With Alex, Scott and Vince looking at him, Jarrett
blushes a little. Shrugging his shoulders, he replies,
"When I was sixteen. I was going through a lot of
tough decisions about school and my dad. He was always
on the go, traveling. Then suddenly my mom took sick."
His attitude sunk for a moment, til Jarrett said, "I
kind of blamed my dad for my mom dying. He wasn't
there for her most of the time. When he wasn't he said
it was my responsibility to take care of her. When
this happened I thought it was my fault for not taking
good care of her."

Alex and Scott saw Vince's tender side showing, his
hand coiling around Jarrett's as he said, "I hope
you're not blaming yourself anymore, Jarrett."

A small sniffle and filling up of his eyes, Jarrett
replies, "I try not to, but sometimes it gets tough.
My shrink has worked out some stuff with me. My dad
told me he would make it up to me, but I don't think
that's the point. He wasn't there for my mother and
nothing he can do will ever change that.... I... I
don't want to talk about it."

Alex wondered how many times Vince had done with
Jason, what he was doing with Jarrett now, hugging
him, whispering 'shhhh' into his ear, saying tender
words meant to calm him. He looked to Scott, sitting
next to him and said softly, "Now there's a man with a
heart!"

"What's up... anybody got something to sober me up?"

Devon, crossing the kitchen, didn't even notice Vince
nor Jarrett, huddled together. Opening the
refrigerator door, he rested on the door with one arm,
the other moving things about. "What's this?" He asks,
turning around to the kitchen table, saying, "It looks
like guacamole!"

"Looks more like moldy something-or-other," Vince
says, over Jarrett's shoulder.

"And who are you hugging my friend?" Devon asks, being
possessive of the guy he brought home.

Approaching Devon, he says, "The name's Vince Maselli
and if you want I'll cook up something to relieve you
of that hangover, if you want?"

Of course Devon picked up on Vince eyeing him up and
down, from the top of his head to his navel and
lowrise CK's. "Yeah. Sure. Anything to alleviate this
pounding in my head."

Alex, still waiting for Kyle to awaken thought it wise
to look over Vince's shoulder, with preparing the
hangover elixir. "You learn this at nursing school?"

"My mom actually. She was naturalist who believed in
herbal healing." As he tossed in herbs, punched a hole
in a tea bag, Vince said, "She put in a little bit
o'this and a little bit o'that! There... now just a
little bit o'hot water and voila! The magic potion is
ready, if you don't mind serving it up to your
friend?"

Lifting the mug to his nose, Alex sniffed, crinkling
it up and backing off. "Are you supposed to drink
this?"

Vince giggled, replying, "Well you don't take a bath
in it!"

Setting it in front of Devon, he too felt reluctant to
imbibe.

"Oh, dammit. It's not going to kill you!" Vince said,
taking the handle of the mug, blowing some air over
it, taking a sip and going, "Wait! Something's
missing!" They watched as Vince hunted through the
cupboards.

"It can't be there," Alex told him of the cabinet near
the fridge. "That's the liquor cabinet."

Smiling, Vince went directly the spot Alex mentions.
"Here the culprit is!"

They watched as Vince dumped a good pour of the JD
into the mug.

"I'm trying to get sober. Not more drunk!" Devon
complained to Vince.

"Well if you don't want it, I'll take it!"

The three of them looked at Vince, same flashy smile
as whenever he thought something comical.

"Alright," Devon said, "but if I die, I'm gonna sue
the pants off ya!"

With this houseful of hot young guys surrounding him,
he wouldn't need any coaxing to achieve that status!

Intent on watching if Devon bit the dust, Alex and
Jarrett waited til he did as Vince did, blew across
the top of the mug then sipped. Then he sipped again.
And again. "Hey, not bad!"

"Give me a sip," Alex said, his hand going for the
mug.

"Get your own!" Devon replied, making sure nobody was
going to touch 'his' mug.

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"How are things going?" Bill asks, his question meant
for Jack.

A breathy Jim replies, "O... kay, Bill."

"What'd you say boy?" Jack calls out, the flogger
whistling through the air, landing across Jim's back.

Instead of a cry of pain, Jim yells out,
"Things-are-going-okay-sir!" all in one breath, ending
with a long sigh.

"And what's this?" Bill asks, his fingers tinkering
with Jim's nip-jewelry.

"I tell you Bill," Jack replies, taking a breather
from whipping Jim, "all this boy needed is some
experience and look at him!"

Along with Bill taking in the sweat, the moaning, Bill
made the real test of Jim's will to resist pain, his
cock and balls translating it into  a plesurable
experience.

"Open you mouth boy!" Jack yelled when Bill lifted his
precummed fingers to Jim's lips. "And how's my boy
doing?"

"Your boy? Mr. Muscles?"

Jack looks at Bill and says, "Don't tell me he wimped
out on you?"

"Does a clock have hands?" Bill asked Jack.

"Dammit! Where is he?"

"The 'referees' came around and decided for him it was
time to cut him loose and send him on his way," Bill
told him. With attention on Jim, Bill says, "Looks
like my boy is taking ten times more than 'your' boy,
Jack!"

Even though it was the first time Jack was meeting
with this college jock, turning the session with him
over to Bill, which seemed a fair deal since this was
to be Jim's first hand experience, Bill's words made
him blush a little. Instead of dwelling on his
failures, Jack reflected on his success with Jim,
saying, "He's got a ways to go, but this boy is
destined to become one of my finest."

"'Your' finest, Jack?" Bill questioned, considering he
brought Jim here.

Looking up at Jim, Bill could see how 'attached' Jack
had become to him, Jack's hand working his own bod,
wiping the worked up sweat from it. As he thought
about it, he figured it would probably be for the best
he not have a hand in Jim's playtime, being he was a
coworker in the real world. Walking over to the stocks
Bill nonchalantly says, "We could make an even swap,
Jack?" as he rubs his hand up the bound boy's back.

"Oh no you don't. It took a lot of time breaking that
boy in," Jack says, abandoning Jim to debate with
Bill.

"All the more reason to do a switcheroo, Jack. You
know how much more fun it would be for you to break in
a 'virgin' slaveboy?"

Bill was talking Jack's language. For Jack, his loins
were already reved up, with working Jim over. Darting
back and forth from the stocks to Jim, eagle-spread in
cuffs and chain, he decided a young guy in his
twenties would surely be more fun to play with rather
than a man breaking into his thirties, even though he
was fully trained for 'no limits'. As he slowly turned
his back on the boy in the stocks, Jack rubbed his
chin, already making a clear decision it was of an
enjoyable nature, along with the hard work, to bring
Jim this far in two hours. "Hmm," he said out loud,
"imagine what a couple of months could do for him!"

"What was that Jack?" Bill asked.

Turning around, Jack held up a hand waist high,
saying, "You got a deal there, Bill!"

Neither of them asked for Jim's opinion, but contrary
to the beginning of the discipline session, his
outlook had changed. When Bill had returned, Jim felt
pangs of despair, hoping Bill hadn't come for him!

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