Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2010 16:19:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' 06

You know the drill: 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.

`For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' 06
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Oh, you're in there... I thought..." Michael well knew it was Garrett in
the shower, the myriad of cut glass in the panels 'describing' his form.

Pulling the door slightly open, Garrett poked his head out, saying, "Um,
I'm not crammed for space, if you're in a hurry Michael?" He did drop his
eyes for a second to glance at Michael's dark brown, hairy mass between his
legs.

He had it on his mind to refuse, but Michael was also perturbed over the
fact his beloved had more or less 'called out sick' on their
relationship. Too, even though he didn't make a fuss over it, he was a bit
ticked off over Scotty being the guest of a dude he just met. "What the
hell!" he reduced his feelings to, allowing Garrett to escort him in.

"I'll do your back, if you do mine?"

Michael took the bar of soap offered and as Garrett turned, began soaping
over his blades.

"PJ looks kind of hot, what do you think?"

"Yeah, I suppose," he replies, Scotty still on his mind.

'Feeling' Michael's lack of energy in giving his back a brisk work up of
the soap, he turns quickly, stealing the soap, saying, "You're turn!" And
while catching him off track, "Want my opinion Michael?"

With his back a mass of suds, Garrett works under Michael's arms, creaming
up his pecs. Looking down, Michael was jarred by the surprise attack, but
also was open for discussion, "What's on your mind?"

"Right now, PJ, but what I think is that tonight you should just forget
about everything and let go." Perhaps Garrett chose the wrong choice of
words, "Hey, I bet Scotty won't be behaving himself tonight!" He adds a
slight chuckle.

"Shut the fuck up, Garrett! You don't know what you're talking about!"
Michael exclaims, shoving the shower door open with such force, it cracks.

"Oh shit!" Garrett says from the inside, seeing one crack turn into two. In
no time he's out of there too, with his thoughts turned towards, "Michael,
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!"

With a towel clinging to his soaped-up bod, Michael hightails it out of
there.

"You gotta wash the soap off!" Garrett exclaims, yelling from the doorway.

"Like what's up?" Alex appears, not oblivious to Garrett's appearance.

"Michael. I made him pissed off and he like," he presents the shower door,
"slammed it open and it got all cracked. My fault though, so I'll pay it
off... as soon as I get a job?"

"I think Kyle's insured," Alex replies. "We'll just tell them it got
cracked by large hailstones!"

"Thanks, but I think you better check on Michael."

"What ticked him off?" Alex asks.

"I more or less said something to the effect that probably Scotty's not
hesitant in fucking some guy up, so Michael shouldn't hold himself back and
live it up tonight."

Strange, it had crossed Alex's mind, the same idea, but without
encouragement he says, "Probably something he didn't need to hear at a time
like this, but you better get washed off. Use one of the other showers?"

"No problem, Alex. I can wash off in the sink, but Michael... he was all
soaped up."

"I'll take care of Michael. You take care of you?"

"Thanks Alex and tell Kyle I'm sorry about the shower door."

Leaving, Alex found Michael exactly where he thought he should, sitting on
the leather sofa in the entertainment room. Except, he was staring at a
dark, blank screen.

"You know, leather shrinks when it gets wet and dries?" he confronts
Michael.

With the towel wrapped around his shoulders, Michael slips off the edge,
his butt landing on the floor. The towel inches off his upper bod,
rendering him naked.

Picking up a blanket, Alex kneels on the floor, forcing the towel from
around Michael. "What are you trying to do, Michael honey? Get sick?"

"It's summer," Michael replies, but allows Alex to relieve him of the towel
and dress him in the replacement.

"Outside," Alex says, "but in here it's A/C!" He smiled, seeing Michael's
nips succumb to the transition of showered off bod and the cool atmosphere,
peaking.

Closing the gap between peaks, Michael's arms enclose himself in the
blanket, him offering a cold, "Thanks."

They sat there quiet for all of about thirty seconds, Alex opening with, "I
think you should give it a rest."

Coming from Garrett, rather a harsh manner of judging reality, from Alex it
seemed entirely different, with more a serene attempt of telling it like it
is, Michael responding, "I know."

"You know?"

Turning to Alex, Michael had tears welled up in his eyes.

Placing an arm around him, Alex says with concern, "Talk about it. It will
make you feel better Michael honey."

Cuddled in Alex's embrace, Michael opens up, "I know this doesn't make any
sense Alex, I love Scotty, but I don't love Scotty."

'True', Alex thought, but he tried translating Michael's feelings, "You
mean you 'like' Scotty very much, but you don't love him?"

"I wanted to make it work after we left the Stud Muffin party, but now I
don't think it's going to," he sniffed up some nose-spit.

Alex's head shifted left to right, but there wasn't any tissues visible. He
reached in his pocket, with no luck. He went to reach for the towel, but it
had fallen over the back of the sofa. 'Oh well'! he though to himself,
reaching back, grabbing up the low back of the tank top he was wearing and
brought it forth, over his head. "Here," he addressed Michael's crying.

"It's your shirt, Alex."

He knew it wasn't the time, but Alex couldn't help let it pass, "Yeah. I'm
giving you the shirt off my back!" He enunciated, "Hee-hee!"

"Thanks," Michael replies. And like speaking the Gospel-truth, "It's 'you'
Alex. Ever since the subway you have always been there for me."

"I'm here for you now and we're going to work this out, but I have to know
you're complete feelings about all this." And summarizing, "You and Scotty
were okay before the Karlyle party, but things got a little out of whack,
then you were back together, happy as I saw it, talking about getting some
wedding rings..."

Abruptly Alex is cut off, "There's not going to be any wedding, Alex."

"So am I to take this you're not interested in pursuing anything with
Scotty right now?"

"I don't think it would be good for me or him to do this anymore," Michael
replies.

"Sound advice for yourself, I think," Alex says, giving Michael a
reassuring hug.

"I know you're not going to think this is right, Alex. You're going to
think, because I'm vulnerable right now, but... I kind of got a liking for
Darryl."

Not being there, Alex inquires, "Darryl. What about him do you like?"

"He was interested in me. I don't mean like he cared what size my cock was
or if I had a buff bod, but he seemed like a real guy."

Alex saw fit for a stab at humor, "He didn't care what size you were? How
unusual!"

"Knock it off, Alex," Michael says, nudging his elbow into Alex's tummy.

"Sorry. I couldn't resist."

In Michael's eyes, Alex could do no wrong, so he offered retribute, "You're
a gay man. How could you not?"

Alex offered another luv-hug. But with the elevator sounding, the sound it
makes when Ellis wants someone to pick up the phone, he says, "You better
get ready. You don't want Darryl finding you like this, Michael honey!"

"Why not? Then he'll find out what a tiny pistol I have and I'm not buff!"

"Tiny pistol Michael? Get real. With that pistol they could have told how
the west was really won!"

%

"Here we are," Kevin says, entering a very spacious room. It wasn't a
bedroom, but rather one lavishing outfitted with padded tables and a
grouping of furniture, resembling a pillowed harem, sheer, netted curtains
draped from a high ceiling, to floor.

"This is some place," Scotty looked around. Not only were the furnishings
out of the ordinary, but at different stations of the room were positioned
'men'! "Awesome!" Scotty said of bods, scanning the room from right to
left. "Like, what are they all for?"

Snapping his fingers twice, Kevin calls, "Ishaq!"

Scotty twists his neck around, seeing a tall, tanned dude walk over, his
cock swinging back and forth.

Ishaq says, "Shall I make our guest comfortable?"

It went without saying, Kevin replying, "I have some other things to attend
to."

Almost in protest to Kevin's leaving the room, he was quickly swayed, Ishaq
beginning to unfasten the buttons of his shirt and with saying, "I am an
expert at making a man feel excellent. If anything I do to you, you don't
like, you tell me. If you want to do anything to me, do not hesitate."

With Scotty's shirt open, Ishaq leans in, his tongue sweeping over his left
pec, with warning, "After I get you out of your clothes, my tongue will
cover every inch of your bod... outside and inside!"

It was an offer Scotty wasn't refusing, being led over to where the
descending curtains and squandered pillows formed a venue for sexual
encounters.

With his clothes off, Ishaq placed him in a bed of cushy pillows, then
leaning right over his pubes, went to work on his cock. After a few minutes
of slurping and sucking, Ishaq brought Scotty's hands up to his pecs, with
instruction, "I like it rough."

"Rough?" Scotty questioned his motives.

"You can pinch my nips hard. Use your fingernails. It will drive my cock
wild. If it is desired, you can squeeze my balls."

"Your balls? I never squeezed a man's balls before. It's gotta hurt?"
Scotty pondered.

"It will drive me wild with pleasure and you have the urge, don't hold
back. Fuck me hard!"

Towering over Scotty, he knelt like a football player, tall, mideastern
tan, hairy, impeccable pecs, with pronounced nips. Dividing his six pack
abs was a dark trail, leading to his rather deep beLLyhoLe. Though, it
seemed deep, obscured by the same black hair, then the treasure trail,
leading to a king's treasure! Unlike ever before, he never thought about
it, but was getting turned on by the fact of this being a muscle-dude and
he was assuming total control over him. It even irked him to find out, "If
I tell you to do something, will you do it?"

"Except jump out the window," Ishaq laughed, "I will do it. After all, I
would not want to face 'the wrath of Kevin'!" he chuckled.

"Why? What would he do?"

"I have all the comforts here... a home," his eyes glance over the room as
if looking into the hull of the whole mansion, "dabbling into any sport I
desire, use of the stables, the golf club, swimming pool, sauna, free
food... of course all the sex a man could need and more... now you tell me
why I should give this up for selling insurance?"

"You live here?" Scotty asks.

Being candid, Ishaq replies, "Myself, Ton, Esteban, have you met Phillip?"

"Uh, the landscaper?" Scotty recalls Esteban mentioning Ton doing some
drilling in the garden shed.

"Yes, and the others.. and then there's..." catching himself, Ishaq says,
"I better not say too much. I'll be 'selling insurance' if you decide to
leave on account what I've said and... oh my! If Kevin ever gets wind of
it, I'm like, sk-k-k-k-kick!" Ishaq makes the sound, his finger acting as
the knife, cutting his own head off.

Scotty, finding Ishaq quite comical, says, "Don't worry. I'll blame one of
the other guys!"

"That..." Ishaq says, pointing his hand at Scotty, like a small revoler,
"has earned you the longest tongue-fuck in history!"

Not arguing, Scotty allowed his bod to sink into the pillows. With Ishaq's
hands on his legs, he allowed him to gently fold him in half.

Falling into the pillows on his chest, Ishaq reminds, "Don't forget about
roughing me up?"

He didn't understand, but if it made Ishaq feel good, why should he
deprive? "But I can't reach your nips with you having me doubled up like
this?"

Shimmying himself around, Ishaq brought his bod sort of alongside
Scotty. "What about my balls?" Ishaq proposed as a substitute.

"Whatever turns you on," Scotty said. He had no problem handling the big,
bushy balls, but following through on the rough stuff didn't phase him.

"You don't like my tongue in your ass?"

"Yeah," Scotty replies, "feels real awesome."

"Then you show your appreciation?"

Still unsure, he was thrown a clue, Ishaq taking his hand, upon which,
placed on his balls, Scotty held one of the big globes in his hand. With
Ishaq's hand over his, he felt his own hand contracting.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Ishaq let out a sweet moan. "You squeeze and more," it came
from Ishaq, more a command than a request.

So, Scotty found he could get into something which, although he thought it
as a painful, torturous act, but somebody else getting immense pleasure, he
wasn't hesitant to single out a floating ball in its sac and apply some
thumb pleasure. Slowly, over time, Ishaq worked his way to Scotty's balls
and found, as he squeezed a ball sac, Ishaq would open his mouth
more. Unconsciously, Scotty looped a hand around both sacs, the sinewy
place between sacs and cock and then pulled on both balls. It turned him on
especially, when Ishaq had his cock nearly down his throat and the
ball-torture made Ishaq hum a vibrating tune.

%

They were all ready to receive guests, except Michael. So, when Darryl and
PJ stepped off the elevator, Darryl's second words, after greeting the
others, was, "Is Michael about?"

"He's getting ready," Peter cornered Darryl.

Out near the elevator, Alex and Kyle were trying to make sense of things,
PJ saying, "I hope this isn't too overlwhelming for you?"

Kyle replies, "Overwhelming, PJ? Now why would you think of fifty hot men
descending on our place, bearing food, drink," the elevator doors open
again, "flowers?"

Along with the flowers, right off the elevator a portable bar rolls.

Garrett asks, "Are you sure you didn't forget anything PJ?"

"Matter of fact," PJ replies, taking a long box out of the pocket of his
slacks, "I did!"

"What is it?" Garrett asks, seeing it in PJ's hand.

"Something I picked up on my way out of Braddock's and thought you might
like to have?"

Garrett's mouth popped open in wonder, seeing the white-gold chain, same
metallic dogtags hanging from it.

"I had your initials engraved on it," PJ said.

But Garrett had even a tough time touching it, saying, "I can't take this
from you."

Cupping the lid back onto it, PJ replies, "Okay. No problem. I'll save it
for our first date!"

PJ had to laugh as Garrett says, "Forget that shit! I want it to wear on
our first date!" He dug back into PJ's pocket for the box!

Meanwhile, Darryl had quite the conversation with Peter, knowing almost
about the ten year old as Chad.

"It's too bad your brother has to be away on business and I do hope he is
home in time for your birthday," Darryl consoles Peter.

"Will you come to my birthday party, Darryl?" Peter asks.

"Of course he will!"

"Don't you look spiffy!" Darryl says after looking up, then rising up to
greet Michael.

Garrett asks, "What's with the suit, Michael?"

Going along with the antics, Kyle says, "Yeah, you're making us all look
bad!"

Walking over to him, greeting Michael with what looked to be a handshake,
but turned into a sweet kiss on the cheek, Darryl says, "You look... and
smell great."

Explaining the unknowable, Michael replies, "I had to re-shower after
breaking the shower door."

Garrett defends, "Yeah, but he didn't mean to on account of he was under a
lot of stress."

"Oh, I hope I didn't..." Darryl went to apologize.

"No. This isn't about you," Michael is quick to intervene.

"Champaygne?" A waiter interrupts, carrying several flutes of bubbly.

A flute, holding brown liquid, is held on a separate tray, and offered by a
different waiter to Peter, "Sir?"

Giggling, Peter says, "I'm not a 'grownup'!"

Alex smiles, seeing the waiter must have 'kid-experience', the way he's
carrying on with Peter, the two becoming instant friends.

Peter, seeing Alex focus his attention on him, steps out of his wheelchair,
takes his waiter by the hand and walks over to him, saying, "Alex, this is
Wilson. He says he's going to be my waiter all night and if I want
something and he hasn't got it, he will go get it. Now isn't that
dedicashun?"

Alex had to laugh, causing Wilson to do the same, thought Wilson says of
Peter, "Cute kid."

Smiling, Alex was thinking, 'Not as cute as you!', but instead of his real
opinion, "Yeah. One of a kind!"

Upending his flute, Peter asks, "Can I have more?"

Wilson replies, "I think you should eat some dinner first. How about some
fruit juice?"

"Do you have ice tea? Chad says green tea is good for a persons," Peter
replies.

"No, but I'll get some."

Alex differs, on the matter of inconvenience, "Peter can probably settle
for juice."

And Alex stating it, Peter goes with it, "Fruit juice is okay, Wilson."

"Nah. All it takes is a call downstairs and someone from the service will
run out and get some. Believe me, the Trewents would be happy knowing
everyone's desires are being met."

While Wilson was on the phone, Alex was thinking up some 'desires' to be
met!

%

"Hey Ishaq, look who I dragged in off the street?"

After about fifteen minutes of having his balls swathed in spit, his cock
primed by mouth, Scotty had settled into quite the relaxed state. Abruptly,
Kevin's announcement, plus the lack of Ishaq's sucking talents, brought him
to attention.

"Hell yeah! Master Jim!" Ishaq says, getting up and walking over to the
big, wide-shouldered man, dressed in chaps, boots, a harness of leather and
chains crossing his broad chest.

Scotty is shocked out of his gourd, as the one called 'Master Jim', greets
Ishaq by bending slightly, making a fist and plunging it deep into Ishaq's
balls.

"Ugh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! Oh fuck yeah!"

"Shit!" Scotty reacts. He's even more shocked out of his wits when Master
Jim's boot delivers a hard kick to Ishaq's abs, turning his bod right over.

Ignoring Ishaq, Master Jim steps right over the twenty-six year old,
reaches down for Scotty's hand, introducing himself, "Master Jim's the
name. What do you get into?"

Truthfully, the only thing Scotty could think of is, "Sex."

Behind Master Jim, Scotty watches Ishaq recover, holding his balls with one
hand, the other feeling up his abs.

"How about giving me a hand at working over my boy?" he turns around to
find Ishaq working his way to getting back on his feet. "Dammit boy! Don't
you know your place?"

Dozens of times Ishaq has been through this routine, but defiance is part
of the pleasure. Even though it's a powerful blow, Master Jim's fist
plunging with depth into his abs, the pain translates to immense pleasure,
Ishaq responding with the appropriate response, a loud vocal interpetation
of his lungs being evacuated and caving into falling to his knees.

"What about it Scott?" Master Jim turns back to Scotty. "You in?"

"Nah," Scotty replies. "I'll sit this one out." Slowly, Scotty works his
way over to the door, where Kevin is standing, talking to a handful of
guys. "Did you see that?" he says to Kevin.

"I know," Kevin says as if an everyday event, "Ishaq loves the
attention. Can you get into it?"

"I don't think this is my scene," Scotty says, his mind on leaving.

Talking with a blond and brown-haired guy, like Kevin, not a stitch of
clothing on them, Kevin asks Scotty, "How about watching Anton fuck Jack?"

He had seen recorded porn, but never live and it intrigued him, "I could go
with that."

"Hell yeah! Let's get this party started!" Kevin led the two, with Scotty
at his side, over to the cubicle of pillows and sheer drapes.

Looking about the room, he spotted Ishaq over to the side. His arms up
above his head, they were coupled at the wrists. "Um, like what's going to
happen to Ishaq?"

"Master Jim is going to give him what he wants."

"Which is?" Scotty was sure of the answer.

"Unlimited pain. But it's not like Ishaq is the only one getting off. It'll
drive Master Jim into fucking him three or four times tonight. Whenever you
want to, go over and join in. I've instructed Master Jim to oblige you."

"That's okay," Scotty replies, "I think I'll stick with these guys."

Anton, the blond, looked a little older than Jack, the dark-haired
one. Right away, they settled into their act of sex, Jack taking the lead
to orally massage Anton.

"Release your inhibitions, Scotty. Whenever you want to join in, feel
free," Kevin said.

As Jack and Anton got more engrossed in their act of gay sex, in walks
waiters, offering drinks.

"Hey," Scotty says, recognizing someone, "Isn't that Mohan?"

"Yeah," Kevin replies, "he's come to help Master Jim work over Ishaq."

"Two on one?" Scotty questions.

"Yeah and Ishaq will love it!"

Everytime he heard a sound of human misery, Scotty would turn his head
towards the duo working over Ishaq.

Never once did Kevin allow his attention to wander from Anton and Jack,
Anton doing his domination bit, ordering Jack to either eat out his pits,
lick each of his smooth packs of abs or get oral on his cock, balls or ass.

"How much can he take?"

"Who knows," Kevin replied, hardly paying attention to Scotty, "who cares."

"Isn't his back going to show all those marks from the whip?"

Kevin, attention keyed into Anton and Jack changing places, Anton plunging
his cock deep into Jack's ass crevice, shuns off, "That's Ishaq's problem!"
Then Kevin went on, raving about Anton's hips showing Jack's ass no mercy,
"Yeah, fuck'em... fuck'em hard Anton!" Too, Kevin took many sips on his
old-fashioned, his other hand satiating his hard cock.

It really began to bother Scotty. First off, he didn't like the carefree
attitude Kevin had regarding Ishaq, even if he thought Ishaq was bringing
this onto himself. Too, if anything, their evening together, he figured the
two would be spending it together. What ever happened to Kevin 'wanting to
view his hairy bod'? So far, no mention has been made of it, Kevin not even
feeling him up, with his attention so into Anton and Jack. Hearing a loud
cry of pain, looking up in time to see Mohan slam the whip against Ishaq's
back, his bod lurching forward, Master Jim pounding his fist into Ishaq's
abs, ticked him off. He got up and walks across the room.

Upon his arrival at Ishaq's worked over bod, hanging by his arms, his head
hanging in front, chin to chest, Master Jim steps aside, saying, "Wanna
have a go at caving in his abs?"

From around the back, Mohan appears, him offering the whip, which Scotty
views as belt-like, a long strap of leather. "Here, give him a few more
stripes on his back!"

"I think you both should quit and give him a rest," Scotty says with
provocation.

Looking over to the other side of the room, Master Jim notices Kevin paying
more attention to the free, live porn. Too, he knows from experience, by
now Kevin is probably on his third or fourth drink. "Why don't we see what
our boy has to say about that?" Reaching up, Master Jim tugs on Ishaq's
sweat-laden head of hair from behind and snaps his neck back, "What about
it boy? Ready to quite?"

"He's had enough," Scotty assesses the situation.

"Y'know?" Master Jim replies, looking Scotty up and down, "maybe you're
right. What do you think Mohan?"

Mohan, getting the message, closes in behind Scotty, saying, "I think we
should listen to Scott here."

He wondered, 'what?' when Master Jim's face turned into a huge grin, but it
was too late, Scotty feeling a pair of arms entwined with his own. And
before he could further react, other than squirming to free himself from
Mohan's embracing bondage, Master Jim's heavy fist plows into his gut.

%

The evening seemed to fly by. First one to leave the party was Peter, Alex
and Kyle helping him into the room shared by Carman and Milo. They were
relieved Milo decided to have a pajama party at his friend, Bob's
apartment.

"Some party," Alex makes comment to Kyle.

"Right. In a way I'm sorry to see Scotty and Michael split up, but in
another, I see something good blossoming."

With the first saying, of the breakup, Alex says, "I thought I was correct
and now you've comfirmed my feelings."

"Of?" Kyle says, helping Alex strip Peter down to his undies, placing a
cover over his bod.

"The two breaking up, though..."

"What?" Kyle says, stopping at the door, the two looking back at Peter
before dousing the light.

Alex replies, "I don't know, but I kind of had the feeling, after the
incident at the Stud Muffin party, the writing was on the wall."

"Me too, but I wasn't sure," Kyle rendered.

"One good thing has come out of this," Alex surveys.

"And what would that be?"

Standing in the doorway, sheltered from the party, Alex hungs his lover,
saying, "Thinking alike?"

Thinking alike, Kyle embraces Alex and they kiss.

%

"Ugh-h-h-h-h! Ahk!" Scotty heaved two more times as Master Jim wore him
down with his fists.

With six punches total to his stomach, Mohan allowed the dead weight of
Scotty's bod cave in. First falling to his knees, Scotty clutched his belly
with both hands, then one shoulder touched the floor, him laying out flat
on his front, breathing heavy.

Mohan questions, "What'll it be? The table or do we cut down Ishaq?"

"Nah, I'm not down with Ishaq yet. Let's get him on the table."

By this time, Kevin was out cold. Anton and Jack had finished up their
obligation, working up the whole scene till Anton fucked Jack, filling Jack
with his high octane, then the two getting up and leaving. With no one to
wait on and Kevin not around to dictate any orders, the others dissapated
till one remained.

Walking over to where Mohan and Master Jim were fastening Scotty down to
the pool table, arms and legs spread to each corner, tied with rope they
knew to find in a closet, he says, "Hey, do you mind if I have some fun
with you guys? I like to play with a guy's nips!"

Master Jim replies, "It don't go without a price, cutting in on our fun?"

"I can pay," the guy says, but being in the buff, "I have some money in my
wallet... but it's like with my clothes."

Mohan butts in, "Master Jim isn't talking money... he's talking 'ass'!"

Taking a liking to the guy, possibly the slight beard or the dark-haired
chest, coming into a trail down the middle, the bushy pubes, whatever,
Master Jim sums it up, "Yeah, I think I can get off watching you pork
Mohan's ass," adding, "while I'm riding this boy's ass!"

Scotty coming around, he began issuing threats, complaining about his
treatment, stating he was Kevin's guest and whatnot.

Pulling something from a pocket, Master Jim says, "Oops!" chasing the ball
gag.

"Here you go, 'sir'!" the third man picks it up off the floor and hands it
to Master Jim.

They exchange glances.

"Here Mohan," Master Jim tosses the ball gag to him, "plant it!"

He asked Scotty nicely, but Mohan had to use force, squeezing Scotty's
balls to get him to open wide.

%

Out of the blue, Michael says at the dinner table, "I think I heard a
disturbance in the force!"

They all laughed, wondering what the hell he was talking about, but coming
from Michael, referencing the Star Wars cliche, it sounded hilarious.

"No guys, really. I just got this bad feeling about something."

Sitting next to him, Darryl places his hand on Michael's arm, defending,
"No. Sh-h-h," he quieted them, "I think we should listen. Go on Michael."
He was being kind and considerate.

Moments ago they were drinking and laughing it up. Now, everyone tried
keeping their attention glued to Michael.

"Well," Michael tread precariously, "I was laughing with you guys and all
of a sudden things didn't seem funny anymore. Then I get like this pain."

"Pain? Where?" Alex asks.

"Not really a pain. A feeling like a pain... like someone's in pain,"
Michael tried convincing them of something unknown to himself.

"We've heard of things like this happening," Darryl says.

"We?" Kyle asks.

"PJ knows more about it. He's the one who has brought it to my attention."

All night, Garrett's attention has been on PJ, so it was of no imposition
to focus on him as he says, "Paranormal things."

"Like ghosts?" Alex asserts.

"Could be, but more so, what Michael is experiencing, could be someone you
hold dear could be going through a harrowing experience and the other
person involved in the connection feels what is happening to the victim."

"Are you okay?" Michael asks Darryl. It then occurs to Michael, "Scotty!"
And for the first time, he admits it to himself in the prescence of the
others, "I love Scotty, but I'm not in love with him." Turning back to what
brought Michael to this, he says, "I have this feeling something bad has
happened to Scotty."

Right away, the detective in PJ, since his major in college, unlike
Darryl's interest in marine biology, criminal justice, kicked in. "Didn't
you get a call from Scotty earlier on this evening?"

"While at Braddock's Uptown," Michael says. "He told me he wasn't coming
home."

Slowly, through questioning everyone there, PJ had only a few tangible
facts, one, Scotty had reported to the Culinary Institute this morning and
two, he was staying with a person by the name of 'Kevin'.

"Oh yeah," Michael says, "I just remembered, Scotty said he had taken a
plane trip."

"Excellent!" the twenty year old 'student-detective' replies. "Now all we
have to do is contact the police."

"Now hold on. Wait a minute," Alex says. "Let's not all jump to conclusions
here."

"Alex," Michael says, his puppy dog eyes staring him in the face, "I really
think something has happened."

"I think I can be of help," Kyle finally offers something up to the
conversation. Out of his pocket he whips his cell phone, saying, "I always
keep Raul's name in here in case of emergencies!"

Rising from the table, Kyle walks around the room, hoping the phone picks
up on Raul Quintana's end.

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"Looks to me like Master Jim has found something else to keep his
attention," Mohan says, the naked, hairy bear says, climbing clumsily onto
the pool table."

Of course Scotty is complaining, but his voice behind the gag can't project
more than a few mumbles. He resigns to the fact 'whatever is going to
happen, is going to happen', tightening his abs as best he can, in
preparation for Mohan's heavy fist. However, he's in total surprise when
Mohan kneels between his legs, matches up his cock with his and begins a
light stroke. It's only for a few seconds, Scotty knowing Mohan is playing
with his emotions, his ploy to make two gay men feel good.

Then Mohan bends over, stretching his bod out like he's about to do a
pushup. Looking over Scotty's hairy chest, he assesses, "My, will you look
at all this luscious cub-hair!"

Knowing by now Master Jim's reputation for sadism, he's still on edge even
though Mohan is running both hands over his pecs.

"Such luscious nips!" Mohan exclaims.

'Here it comes', Scotty thinks. But surprise finds him moaning when Mohan
leans down and starts sucking on his right nip, Mohan's hand massaging the
other, comfortably.

After thoroughly wetting down Scotty's pecs, Mohan says, "Us bears... we
have to stick together!"

Not being able to voice opinion, so far Scotty is not complaining, though
he still has his guard up. Too, he couldn't mention his treatment if he
wanted to. Though, he must have slipped at times, humming from how good it
is feeling to have Mohan lick down his stomach, stopping at the deep
indentation in his stomach to enjoy sticking his tongue in deeply, then
finishing his journey down Scotty's happy trail.

"I love this part of the torture!"

Again, Scotty braces himself, tugging at the reigns on his wrists. However,
he's faked out again as Mohan opens his mouth and swallows him up!

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