Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 15:17:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr  76

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.

%

FoR SaLE By OwNEr  76
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Back at the townhouse Tony finally got alone with Knapp. After unloading
his manseed another time he was exhausted. Even though Knapp was on the
verge of passing out, Tony didn't trust the fact while he slept, Knapp
could make a run for it. He had thought about it, but after realizing if he
was the victim, having his ass busted wide open, ass raped over and over,
gut worked over and treated roughly, why would he want to stay? All he
wanted to do is sleep, but he made the effort to go downstairs, open his
gym bag, the bag he used to carry around his `toys' and retrieve a pair of
leather handcuffs. Attaching one to Knapp's left wrist, he fed it through
the wrought iron bars at the top and cuffed left wrist to right wrist. Now
he was relieved enough to know Knapp would be there in the morning to knock
off another load.

%

When morning did arrive at the luxury condo in the sky, the sun was rising
while the atmosphere lay quiet. Last night, well early morning, Alex and
Kyle were the first to leave the dance party, sacking out in the
loft. However when Alex went to stretch he accidentally bopped Scotty in
the chest.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Alex said out loud, but not loud enough to
wake the rest of the troops in the place.

But Scotty didn't move, like he felt nothing when the back of Alex's hand
slapped him in the chest!

"Yo, Scotty," Alex called out, wiggling his stomach.

No reaction came except Scotty turning over. It's then Alex realized he
wasn't alone. Well almost. Yawning, Michael's head popped up over the side
of the bed. His explanation to Alex was, "I must've fallen out of bed!"

"Obviously," Alex replied as he watched Michael tumble back in, butting his
back up to Scotty's front. Looking over to his left side, Kyle was busy
snoring. He looked under the sheet covering him and Kyle. He scratched his
head, trying to remember at what time of the morning his briefs came
off. It's then his nose picked up a scent. "Mmm... What's that?" He
sniffed. Then crawling down to the foot of bed he launched himself
off. Unfamiliar yet with the surroundings he looked for something to pull
on over his hips. He looked high and low and didn't see his briefs, but he
did spot Michael's boxer shorts. He giggled to himself, putting them on,
wondering what Michael would think when he looked for them!

Going downstairs he never expected of what he found. Lying on the small
rug, there lay Geoff and Swifty, Geoff coiled up in Swifty's arms, back to
front. Suddenly Swifty's torso gave a little twitch. "Nooooo," Alex called
out in amazement, skeptical of what he was thinking at this moment. He
stood frozen in place. He knew he should leave well enough alone, but his
curiosity was killing him. On tippie-toes he walked over, extending his
neck, nosily looking for signs of... He turned this way and that way to try
to see. Then he spotted what he was looking for. He cupped his hand over
his mouth after saying, "OMG!" Swifty's cock was still lodged in Geoff's
ass!

%

First to wake at the townhouse, Knapp couldn't move without moaning, which
he did to try to turn over on his back. He couldn't move. He hurt too
much. His ass was so sore. He could talk hardly, let alone cry out a
little, with pain searing his scratchy throat. It's then he realized he
could not move his arms. Looking up he saw the reason. Stretched far above
his head, the right a little higher than the left, he had a dreaded feeling
come over him, seeing the black leather handcuffs attached to each
wrist. "Ugghkkk! Ugghhkkk! Ugghk!" he cried out, with every last ounce of
energy, trying to turn his head at least. And there, to his horror, was his
tormentor, lying with his back towards him, sleeping. For sure he figured,
if he woke him, there would be more rough sex. He remained still. He wasn't
a praying man, didn't believe in God, but now he was in repentance, hoping
this nightmare would soon end!

%

"Don't you believe in `sleep'?" he questioned Dante, Alex waltzing over to
the wider than normal stove.

"Had enough," Dante said, then giggled.

"What?" Alex asks, backing away.

"Your beard..."

"What beard?" Alex inquires, running a hand over his stubble. Then he `got
it`. Trying to mend his badboy deed, he tries to throw Dante off track, "I
don't have a beard."

Setting the turning utensil down, Dante stretches his torso around and
says, "It's okay Alex. I mean you would not be the first guy who checked
out my front from over my shoulder?"

Confessing, Alex replies, "You snagged me!"

They both got a chuckle out of it.

"So, what is it you are conjuring up here?" When Alex didn't get a quick
response he turned his head towards Dante, standing next to him. "Now who's
checking who out?"

"Snagged!" Dante used Alex's word. "We are much alike you know?"

Alex wasn't sure where Dante was going with this, so waited it out. But
when Dante didn't come up with an answer he provokes, "And how would that
go?"

He pressured Alex's right arm until the two stood there in front of the
stove, bods facing each other.

"This," Dante replied, drawing an imaginary line under Alex's taut pecs,
pointing out the demarcation line of where the hair on Alex's chest ended,
crossing his chest from west to east, then, "And this," swiping his finger
down Alex's trail dividing his abs, "And this?" he finished off just under
Alex's bellyhole. About ready to continue, the first knuckle of his index
finger was ready to pry open Michael's boxer shorts.

Catching him, his hand grabbing Dante's wrists, Alex chose to send a
message and at the same time keep Dante from further exploring, "Um, I
don't think it would be wise for you to go there," he put an end to Dante
from comparing the similarities of the hair patterns of their bods.

"Sorry," Dante replied.

Right away Alex got the feeling Dante wasn't the sweet little cherub his
personality dictated last night. Forgive and forget, but to educate where
he stood on his relationship, Alex says, "Kyle and I have a good thing
going."

"Really...." Dante strode back to his nice, `goodboy' attire, "I am sorry
for doing that."

Seeing Dante truly repentant, Alex kind felt a little bad for being so
serious in his way to put his feelings, a little on the blunt side, so made
amends a little for coming on strong, "No problem. Just don't let it happen
again!" He said cheerfully, sticking a finger out and running it up Dante's
tummy-trail and then getting on with business.

"Oops!" I think we're going to have Eggs Benedict a little on the
too-well-done side.

In an act of friendship, Alex placed his elbow on Dante's shoulder and they
both tossed the bull around, talking omelets!

%

"Sleep well boy!" Tony jested, awakening with a yawn, his arms stretching
out his muscles.

Juggling his position around in bed, evened out the cuffs, the lengths of
Knapp's arms so his chest was partially above the bed, his stomach glued to
it. His butt became easy target.

"I asked you a question, boy!"

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Knapp screamed out when Tony's big palm made his ass
red.

A bit rested, though still weak, Knapp was able to get out, "When are you
going to let me go?"

"Let you go? Hey buddy listen and listen carefully. David arranged it so
your butt isn't rotting away in some jail... paid big bucks to get you off
the hook so your ass wasn't brought before a judge. Let me tell you, once
upon a time I saved David's ass and he owed me. Now, the way I figure it -
a life for a life. So get used to it boy. You're mine!"

Knapp tried rationalizing, "That's fuckin' illegal! Slavery is dead!"

"Slavery? I didn't mention slavery, but now that you did call it that, it's
good you're coming around to my terms somewhat." Tony's second whack on
Knapp's but elicited a sharp groan as he used it for leverage to lift
himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I gotta take a leak boy. I'll
be back for you when I'm good and ready."

Hoping it was soon, it's all Knapp could do to hold his water
in. Listening, unintentional, he heard Tony's piss hit the toilet
water. After hearing it flush he heard Tony revving up the shower. It
bought him some time to check for a way out of his predicament. Even though
it hurt like hell, his tender abs and more tender ass giving him pangs of
pain, he shuffled about. For sure he wasn't going to get the cuffs
off. Then he saw a way out, `maybe', the little buckles keeping the cuffs
pinned to his wrists. Slowly he brought himself to sitting on his
knees. "Ouch!" he said softly, hitting his head on the metal while trying
to get a grip on the leather strap with his teeth. He winced when the
leather edge caught on his wrist while trying to rotate the cuff.

In the shower, Tony ran the soap over his bod, closing his eyes as he felt
up his privates, all wet and warm. With the soap in his hand he rubbed the
underside of his cock, bringing it to full mast. Getting a brilliant idea
he thought, "Hmm... shame to waste a perfectly good, lubed up erection!" He
didn't bother shutting the water off, knowing he'd be back after his
`quickie'. Hyper, he shunned the towel and walked, dripping, out of the
jon. He came face to face with Knapp trying to alleviate his
captivity. "What the fuck!"

Knapp was petrified. Over his shoulder he first picked up on Tony's pubes,
still all bubbly from the soaping up. Second, the size of the shaft which
drilled his hole last night.

"I can see it's going to take more than a talking to, to get through to you
boy!"

His third act of frightness came when Tony picked up his pants, grabbed the
buckle of the belt and pulled it out of the loops.

"You'll learn!"

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Knapp screamed out, arching his back when the
leather whipping tool striped his upper blades.

"Better get it through your head boy!"

The second lash came deliberate and harder, driving Knapp's stomach up
against the wrought iron, his chest and the underside of his chin flush
with the wall. His wail of pain marked the severity of his punishment.

"You're gonna be my slut-boy for a long, long time!"

With the third strike, creating a third line of red across his back, Knapp
began to weaken. "No... please... no more!"

Doubling the belt in half, Tony tossed it on the chair as he reckoned,
"Maybe you're not a hopeless case after all, boy!"

Pain from the whipping was matched when Tony grabs up Knapp's ankles,
stretching his bod out on the bed.

Knapp was bound up in pain from the pull of the cuffs on his wrists as his
stomach slapped against the mattress.

From Tony's view, he praised himself for choosing to punish Knapp, the
whipping causing not only his adrenaline to rev him up. His hard, ten inch
barrel was all primed and ready to go. Only one little kinky thing stuck in
his mind, "I want to see your face as I ram my torpedo up your ass boy!"

More shocks of pain ran through Knapp's bod as Tony turned him over on his
back. He tried arching, but it was nearly impossible, only causing himself
more duress, the cuffs cutting into his wrists, which were stretched
to-the-max as it is.

Psychology played a big part in Tony's fuck session, when time
permitted. Sure, he was as horny as hell, his cock fully erect and bursting
with liquid energy, but he also got a charge out of working the mind as
well as the ass. "Yeah. Gonna be shoving my big fat drill bit straight into
your ass chambers boy!"

Stretched out, his arms straight as can be, launched Knapp's upper back
slightly on an incline. Looking down his own bod, his own trail led him to
his legs being spread far apart by Tony's knees as he inched his way up.

"Hey, y'know I just thought of something?"

At least Knapp was feeling a `little' pleasure, a tiny bit, when Tony took
his cock in his hand, started from base and stroked it upwards.

"I don't rightly think you've cum since that first night in jail? Is that
right boy?"

When Knapp didn't respond in words, syllables rang out, "Ohhhh! Akkkk!
Akkk! Noooo... stop! Please!"

Tony's hand still held Knapp's cock at the base on the down stroke, but
with a twist he was coercing Knapp into delivering a favorable answer, the
bulk of his hand putting the lean on Knapp's balls. Stroking upwards once
again, Tony instructs, "The easy way or the hard way... you'll learn boy!"

To add to Knapp's torture, Tony ceased stroking and turned to pleasuring
his own tool.

%

Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.



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