Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 13:33:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 48

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
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.

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"For Sale By Owner" 48
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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It was after twelve when Jack dragged himself in from
the barn. The sun beating down upon the landscape made
everything warmer than the norm. Right in the kitchen
sink he bowed over, saturating his head with water
from the faucet. A dish towel became a bath towel,
drying his soggy scalp, scaling it down his chest and
stomach, wiping away some sweat, lncluding his pits
and sides. `Awful quiet around here,' he said to
himself. He had left Jim in the bedroom last, so
decided to check there. It was like walking into a
foreign country, cursing, `What tha?' Gone were the
pile of clothes in the corner, socks on the floor
removed, his dresser neat and tidy as a pin, the bed
made, Jim molding the mattress to fit his bod, legs
spread out, hands behind his head, sleeping like a
baby. 'Out like a light!' Jack exclaimed to himself
when sitting on the bed, his ass sinking down into the
mattress. Leaning over, he placed his hand on the part
of Jim's bod which first drew his attention. His hand
rose and fell to Jim's inhaling and exhaling, a slight
whistle exiting his nose. Not muscled, but not chubby
either, rather beefy, Jack's hand discovered Jim's abs
as he rubbed his hand around. He smiled, daring
himself to poke his finger into Jim's bellyhole.
Wiggling it around he began to get some moaning from
Jim's lips. Sliding down, Jack wondered what other
reactions Jim could have while sleeping.

"Feels good," Jim suddenly said, keeping the sleeping
image.

"You faker!" Jack called out, roughly slapping his
hand down on Jim's stomach.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jim cried out, his hand going to his
abs, doing a full crunch, then slacking back down.

"Want another?" Jack asked, grinning.

"Maybe later. The horses taken care of?"

"Yup. How about getting a shower then we'll go rustle
up something to eat?"

Thinking it a good idea, he got up with Jack's help,
hand to hand.

"Oh, by the way, what did you do with everything?"

"Ain't tellin'. Looks like you'll have to force it
outta me!"

Jack responded to Jim's playing, "I love it when a boy
plays 'hard-to-get-along'!"

They both started together in the shower, Jack turning
on the faucets, complaining, "Where's the hot water?"

"I suspect the washing machine is hogging it all?" Jim
replied.

Back in the bedroom he marveled at the cleanliness,
even the raunchy odor gone. He sat on the side of the
bed when the phone rang. "Hello? Yeah he's here. Work?
Oh, I bet he forgot about it..... Is that so?" Jack
answered Bill's questions and made some observations.
"So you and Eric got along pretty good, eh?"

"Who's that?" Jim asked, appearing at the door, towel
draped over his shoulders, one hand utilizing it to
fluff up and dry his shaggy hair.

Jack mouthed the word, 'Bill'.

"Oh shit! I was supposed to open today!" Bending to
look at the alarm clock, Jim saw it was after noon,
only 6 hours past the time when he should have had the
coffee brewing.

"Oh what a shame, Bill," Jack showed no mercy, "you
had to put yourself out so!"

Bending over to read the clock, Jack took the liberty
of giving him a nip tug! "Owch!"

"Oh no. Jim can't come in today. He's got a terrible
back ache!" He winked at Jim.

"Tell him I'll be there tomorrow. He's supposed to
open and I'll so it for him," Jim kind of whispered.

Quite the contrary, Jack told Bill, "Oh by the way, he
won't be coming in til Monday."

"Monday?" Jim questioned Jack.

Unknown to Jim, Bill, on the other end, exclaimed the
same thing.

"Yeah, I think he needs a four day weekend to get
himself together." After a brief pause, Jack says, "Of
course I worked him over real good. He was craving for
the pain, so what was I supposed to do?" Then, cupping
his hand over the receiver, Jack directed to Jim, "He
bought it!"

"Cool!" Jim replied.

Then Jack said something to Bill which set Jim to
thinking, "I heard my muscleboy complained about you."

Having to piss something fierce, Jim couldn't stay to
listen, but made a note to ask later about Bill's
circumstance.

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"So Scotty, you have a boyfriend?"

"I hope so," Scott returned, Reiko coming to mind.
Then he said of Vince's dishpan hands, "You know
there's a dishwasher?"

"Yeah, well call me old-fashioned, but I like doing
things the natural way."

"Okay 'old-fashioned', have it your way. I'm going to
get ready," Scott replied.

"Where you going?"

"Shopping. Kyle needs to pick up something for Alex.
And oh, if the door bell rings, answer it?"

"Right-oh," Vince replied. Whistling a happy tune,
from an old Rodgers & Hammerstein movie, he swirled
the towel around the griddle, doing something his
mother taught him, coating it with oil. All done, he
walked back up the spiral staircase, finding a layout
of jeans and a shirt lying on the bed.

"I think you're my size."

Turning, Vince wanted to snuggle up to Alex all over
again. "You're tempting me there again, my friend!"

"Sorry. I'd like to stand here and chat, but my shift
starts in an hour," Alex said, grabbing clothes here
and there out of the drawers, letting a hanger swing
erratically after pulling the white shirt from it.

Watching Alex's hairy ass crevice walk off to the jon,
Vince shook his head, wondering what it would have
been like if he and Alex were friends twenty years
ago. After zipping up the jeans, Vince felt a little
horny, thinking he was gilded in the clothing 'sexy
Alex' had worn. "Oh shit!" He called out when the
doorbell rang. Throwing the tee shirt over his head,
he fed his arms into them as he ran around and around,
calling out, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Getting to the
door, he flung it open. Unable to say a word his mouth
fluttered open and closed like a goldfish.

"Is Kyle at home?"

"You... you.... you're Dex Riva, the guy on Tv!"

"Just don't stand there, Vince. Invite Dex in," Kyle
swept by him, taking Dex's hand and inviting him in.

"I watch your show all the time, Mr. Riva!" Vince said
as he slipped past him, thinking of all the times he's
watched the gay channel, seen Dex in action either
showing how to decorate a wedding cake or making party
favors. Shutting the door, he opened it was again,
looking out, seeing his chauffeur mulling about
outside the vehicle. "Hey, you wanna come in?" He
yelled to the guy.

Being nice about it, he declined Vince's invitation,
saying, "Maybe another time."

Well when all was said and done, upon hearing that Dex
Riva was going shopping with Kyle and Scott, Vince had
to be in the numbers. Rustling Jarrett and Jason from
sleep, gone were thoughts of the whale watch.

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"Alex you have to do something!"

"What do you mean?" Alex asks, walking in the front
door of the Coffee Bean.

"Bill is on the warpath. He already went ballistic on
Derek for not hustling fast enough setting up the
pastry cart," Ian reported.

"So, what's his problem?"

"Jim. No show, no call. That is until he called...
well he didn't call," Ian reported the jumbled facts.
"Some guy called him out."

"Uh-oh." Then remembering something, he said, "Didn't
Jim have that sbmp thing last night?"

"Bdsm. And yeah, guess what else?"

"Noooooooooo," Alex replied to Ian when he sprung on
him Bill took Jim to the dungeon party. "I don't
believe it. Okay, I do believe it. When Bill's having
a cow, I can picture him as a mean sob, but most of
the time he's this laidback pussycat."

"All the more reason why you have to go talk with him,
Alex."

"Why me?"

"Because, Alex, you have celebrity clout?"

Alex rolled his eyes. They all knew David Sonnemaker
was into this bdsm stuff and the dungeon party at his
estate. The connection, Sonnemaker liked Alex,
catapulting him into savior status around the Coffee
Bean when dealing with Bill, plus it didn't hurt Kyle
was his boyfriend, son of one of New York's most
wealthiest realtors and friend of thee `Stephen
Braddock', Braddock's enterprises spanning two
continents as well as Austrailia. "Alright. I'll see
what I can do."

"Yes?" Bill asked in a gruff manner, but mellowed out
tremendously when Alex stuck his head in the door.

"Got a minute?"

Smiling, whether true or fake, it was enough to invite
Alex into the small office.

"What can I do for you Alex?"

"How did it go at Sonnemaker's kinky party?"

"You missed a good one. Coffee?" Bill asked, returning
his swivel chair to face Alex, a cup from his maker in
his hand.

"No thanks. I take it you didn't have a good time with
Jim?"

"Oh, so Ian told you?"

"Me and the others," Alex replied.

"As far as I know Jim had a good time," Bill said,
avoiding his own welfare.

"Ian tells me he called out. He didn't get hurt or
anything?" Alex asked, concerned, but curious as well.


With a smirk on his face, Bill told him out straight,
"He had a good time alright and now he's sitting in
the lap of luxury on a horse farm up in Westchester,
while I'm sitting here in this cafe, working my tail
off!"

Alex was debating on whether to mention or not that
his Bill's `tail' doesn't see much more than his
swivel chair ninety percent of the day. Instead, he
asked the dreaded question, "So, you didn't enjoy
yourself?"

Bill sat there, hand frozen to his coffee cup, staring
at Alex.

"If you don't want to talk about it, I'll leave?" Yet
Alex remained glued to his chair.

"It was a complete.... fucking shambles, that's what
it was!"

He could have lied, told Alex everything went along as
planned. However, truth is, he was bursting to tell
someone about his incompetent experience last night.

"Didn't you and Jim go together?"

"That we did," Bill rendered, avoiding the details
since it was part of the code of ethics 'not' to
reveal the goings on at these dungeon parties. "Jim
and I went 'in' together, but when it was over I went
home by myself."

"So, who did Jim go home with? Or did he go home alone
too?" Alex interrogated Miller.

In one way he wanted to stay bound to his oath, in
another way Bill wanted to get everything off his
chest. In order to do so, he would have to name
details. He started out, "Everything was going along
fine from the time we left the car and Jim stripped
off his clothes."

"Like all of them? Even his briefs?" Alex asked,
shifting his butt around in the chair.

"Yeah, well there's this ritual, in the beginning. All
the boys are assembled outside, stripped down then...
well I'm sworn to secrecy not to tell..."

"Well you've started already, so you can't leave me
hanging here, Bill," Alex insisted.

Last night at the dungeon party he did his best to
deliver a performance of top class, emmy-nominee
master for Jack's muscle boy. Later hearing the muscle
guy complained, wanting his money refunded for Bill's
incompetence, it filtered back, hanging a bad name
around his neck. The bomb dropped when David
Sonnemaker called in the wee early hours telling Bill
unless he got his act together he could forget an
invitation to the next dungeon party.

It was a mouthful, a thought sticking in Alex's mind,
"So these 'boys' have to 'pay' to go to the dungeon
party, even though they are the ones getting roughed
up and all? Like how much did Jim have to pay?"

"'I' paid Jim's way," Bill revealed. "Then Jack Kovacs
had to go and steal him away from me...."

"Wait! I thought if you brought Jim to the party, you
were like his 'master'?"

"I was. But Jack Kovacs put on his charm, telling me
of the hot muscle boy he brought to the party, a guy
who was almost no limits, ripped abs enough to stand a
hundred gut punches and balls of steel. What else was
I suppose to think?"

"Um, Jim doesn't have balls of steel?"

"He's a novice. This muscleboy has been around the
block a few times. He knows the ropes. He was just
waiting for me to belt him."

"So? Why the complaint if you did what you were
supposed to?"

"First off, you have to know Jack Kovacs. All decked
out in his leather, the man is a vision of an evil
warlord. He's got years of experience behind him,
knows what a guy is thinking, what makes him tick. He
knows how to turn a guy on, how to intimidate him,
humiliate him, how to..."

"So," Alex cut him off, "what you're telling me is you
felt unqualified with your inept abilities and it
showed through, with this... muscleboy?"

>From high school, diving into the workforce, Bill
didn't follow the big words, so stuck to simplicity,
explaining for himself, "I felt like I didn't know
enough to make it real enough, Alex."

Back to reality, Alex says, "If that's the case then I
think you better get your act together. The Coffee
Bean isn't a dungeon club and the guys shouldn't be
treated like one of your slaveboys. I don't blame the
lot of them if they are thinking about walking out of
here."

"Has it come to that?" Bill acted nervous.

"Not yet, but if they don't get some respect from you
soon, it could resort to it."

"Alex, I don't know what I'm going to do," Bill said,
rubbing his head as he looked down at his desk.

"It's up to you, Bill. Either you change your attitude
or change your staff and to tell you the truth, I'm
not going to stand by letting the guys think I'm your
brown-noser!"

"But I don't think of you that way, Alex. I don't mean
what am I gonna do about the cafe. What am I going to
do about Sonnemaker?" Bill still acted depressed.

"I don't know about Sonnemaker but being you're at
work, I think you should concentrate on getting
through the day first?" With that, Alex picked himself
up and left.

It pretty much shot to hell the rest of Bill's day.
Sure, he lightened up on the Coffee Bean crew, but
behind the facade of the cafe, going through more
coffee than it was good for one to drink, Bill sank
deeper into his dilemma.

Before long, Alex came knocking at the door, letting
himself in, saying, "I'm leaving now."

"Leaving? What time is it?" Bill said, unaware his
smooth morning shave had filled in with 5 o'clock
shadow.

"It's four o'clock. Remember I asked you yesterday if
I could leave an hour early? You said yes?"

"To tell you the truth I forgot. Are we covered?" Bill
questioned his most loyal and trusty worker.

"I've got it all covered. Derek cuts out at four, but
is staying til five thirty and I called Phil and he
should be here any minute to start his shift early.
That sound good to you?"

"I'll take anything at this point," Bill replied.

"You know you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Bill.
Aren't there other guys with dungeon parties you can
go to?"

"You don't understand, Alex..."

He cut Bill off with, "Oh you're like right on there,
Bill. I don't have a clue to what goes on at these
events."

"Well anyway, there 'are' other dungeon parties, but
none like the one Sonnemaker throws. On a scale of one
to ten, he's like eleven!"

"What makes Sonnemaker such a hot shot?" Alex deviated
for a moment from looking at his watch.

"Oh lots of reasons. He's got the secluded
environment, the whole basement of his mansion is a
playground for his guests, plus he has outside
facilities and...."

"Okay, that's good enough," Alex replied, his hand
stopping Bill from rattling out the assets.

"Also," Bill mentioned lastly, "since Sonnemaker has
quality, all the quality masters are there." But then
Bill sank down into his alltime low, saying, "And then
there's me."

"I think I have the solution for you, Bill."

"Oh? I tell ya Alex. If you come up with something and
it works, I owe you big time!"

'Hmm', Alex thought to himself, his wisdom and logic
could pay off. "It's easy. If you need the practice,
than go out and find some guy to practice on. Didn't
you mention once there are flocks of guys wanting to
be owned?"

"Yeah," Bill answered Alex, the same time setting up
some new plans, telling him, "that's what I'm gonna
do. Tonight matter of fact."

"Huh?" Alex asked, inquisitive to know Bill's after
work activities.

"Tonight. There's another dungeon party happening."

"Sonnemaker?"

"No," Bill says, his mind wondering as if he's been
given a second chance at living, "in lower Manhattan.
I've got the flyer around here someplace."

Alex looked at the time, hoping Bill would hurry it
up.

"Here it is! The 'BYOB' party of the year!"

"Bring Your Own Bottle?"

"Not 'bottle', 'boy'?"

"Oh right," Alex said, pointing his index finger to
his head and pulling the trigger. "So you going?"

"If I can find a boy. Know of any?"

"Don't look at me," Alex said, assuring him, "I don't
swing that way. You know that."

In a more upbeat manner, Bill says, "Oh, it slipped my
mind, but David Sonnemaker was terribly disappointed
you didn't show up."

"I wasn't invited. Remember? I hinted him of my
disinterest last week?" Alex told him, a bit of
annoyance programmed into his speaking.

"Whether you know if or not, when he mentions anything
about a dungeon party to someone, it's in their best
interest to attend," Bill said it as if Sonnemaker
himself speaking, dictating it as if to say, 'be there
or be square'.

"Well then this should definitely give David
Sonnemaker the hint that I'm 'not' interested. I gotta
go. I hope you find a boy."

Bill did too, sitting back and wondering if any of the
numbers in his little black book were still active.

%

"I can't believe I spent so much money!" Vince said,
walking in the door.

Jarrett, the wiseguy says, "You bought every fuckin'
thing Dex Riva suggested." Then hypothetically, "If he
asked you for a blow job would you given it?"

"I'm gonna smack you, you..."

"You're not really going to smack Jarrett are you
Vince?" Jason speaks up in a tiny voice.

"Um no. Of course not. We were only kidding weren't we
Jarrett?"

But Jarrett held out, not saying anything, knowing it
would get Vince in a heap of trouble.

"I said, 'weren't we' Jarrett?" Vince impressed upon
Jarrett, changing his lively tune.

"Sure we were. Don't worry about it babe," Jarrett
said to Jason, putting his arm around Vince, saying,
"We're as happy as two peas in a pod together, aren't
we Vince?"

"Why yes. We are," Vince forced a grin while his hand,
around Jarrett's back, was forcing itself down the
back of his pants! When the others fled for the jon,
kitchen, bedrooms and the Tv, Vince said to Jarrett,
"So, you didn't mind my hand down your pants, huh?"

Jarrett smiled, replying, "Felt kind of hot. I bet you
are a good ass rimmer!"

"One of these days, Jarrett McCollough, I'm gonna
strangle the living daylights out of you!"

Laughing, Jarrett walked away towards the jon to make
sure everything was coming out alright for Jason. As
Vince watched his teen ass walk away, his tongue
traveled the length of his lips, wondering if it was
hairy or smooth. "Oh yeah!" He suddenly interrupted
himself, digging his hand into his right pocket. Among
a bunch of receipts, he found not one, but two cards.
He compared them side by side, as if comparing the
flower delivery guy to the chaffeur!

Walking in the front door, Alex asks, "Where the hell
did all this stuff come from?"

Kyle, walking in, meeting Alex at the door with a
'welcome home kiss', frankly says, "Vince maxed out
his credit cards!"

"What is all this stuff?" Alex asks, his hands in
every bag, pulling out this and that. What's Vince
going to do with a potato masher?"

"He said," Kyle informed him, "if he didn't mash any
potatoes, it would be good use as a massager."

Taking it, Alex toyed with it around his pubes. He
reported, "Doesn't do anything for me," tossing it
back in the bag. "By the way, what's Scotty whipping
up tonight?"

Alex's nostrils led him to the kitchen, as Kyle
surprised him with, "It's the Scott Broyles-Vince
Maselli cooking show in progress!"

"Hey Alex! Come get your hands wet! Scotty and me are
havin' a helluva good time!" Vince greeted Alex,
overjoyed with someone else discovering his delight in
kitchen work.

"No thanks. I've got to get ready."

Kyle put an index finger to his lips, suddenly
realizing, "Oh yeah. I almost forgot."

"How could you forget Carlos' trumpet recital at
Manhattan School of Music? He only called everyday to
remind us!"

"I love trumpet music," Vince butt in. "Is he going to
play anything Italian? You know, like..."

All three, Scott, Alex and Kyle rolled their eyes,
staring at each other as Vince started singing
'Funiculi, Funicula', dancing the tarantelle, trying
to coerce the three into doing the same.

Coming into the kitchen, Jarrett mocks them saying,
"Didn't you hear Vince? Disco is dead!"

"I'm gonna smack you Jarrett McCollough!"

However, Vince did get a little compensation for
Jarrett's joking, swinging his towel, snapping it
right at his front.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwch! Oh shit! You saw that guys.. the old
man is a abusing a child!" Jarrett yelled. "Somebody
call 'Family Services'!"

All smoothed out though when Vince casually said to
Jarrett as he lifted up his tee shirt to assess the
damage, "Cute little treasure trail you got there,
sonny!"

"Yeah and your weapon painted a stripe right down it!"
Jarrett replied, his finger following the red mark to
his navel.

Losing interest, or pressed for time, Alex and Kyle
excused themselves, Scotty going to check the Chicken
Florentine in the oven.

"Hmmm... I wonder where this trail here leads?"

"You know Vince, you're too horny for your own good.
Don't you have some nice guy your own age to play
with?"

"Nope!" He shot out with. "Not yet, but I got two
prospects just waiting to wrap their lips around my
big piece!"

At least it changed Vince's mind about following the
trail down under Jarrett's belt buckle. However, the
eighteen year old was already turned on by an older
guy feeling the fuzz up under his navel, zings going
through his loins.

"Two prospects huh? They your age?"

Sensing something, maybe piecing things together since
he's come to know Jarrett, Vince replies, "Why? You
lookin' for a daddy?"

"Me? I'm not into older guys."

"Oh," Vince said, "then I apologize. I figured since
you were asking maybe you wanted one for yourself."

"Forget it old man. I'm kind of into Jason and I'm not
about to let what we have go to waste. So give up on
trying to pedal one of your two old men off on me."
Jarrett did turn around to look at Vince when the
towel was snapped on his ass.

"Oops!" Vince said of Jarrett's look. "Please don't
report me!"

Before exiting, Jarrett says, "You'll get yours old
man!"

In reality, old man to Jarrett meant over thirty, as
over seventy might have been the other end of the
ratio for Vince.

"Get over here Vince!"

"What's up Scotty?" Vince said, hovering over the
eighteen year old 'chef'.

"Even though the chicken has been in the oven for only
thirty-five minutes, it's done. Which brings me to the
conclusion."

"What's that?" Vince asked as Scott manned the oven
gloves and removed the hot pan.

"This stove is not accurate. It could be.... older
than you!"

Taking Scott for a total serious guy, Vince at first
dummied up, thinking him serious, but then found out
Scott can be a jokester too!

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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