Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 18:26:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: LiFe SuCKs!    07

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LiFe SuCKs!    07
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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They all knew at heart, Talon wasn't a true sadist, more the fun type, it
showing through as he hustled Jerome out from the back of the U-Lug-it on
foot.

"Get moving soldier!" He called out, hustling Jerome from the truck to the
opened barn door, coaxing him on, not by a push, nor shove, but rather a
thick pinch to his torso, then laughing it off.

During Jerome's transition move from a free life to that of a captive, his
shirt had ridden up his bod and when extracted from the back of the truck,
stay there, making it an easy target for Talon's `pincers'.

First comment to come out of one of the two in the barn, Bob complains,
"How in the hell am I supposed to give him a haircut with `that thing' on
his head?"

Taking it in, allowing himself to go with the flow, Duke is all eyes, mouth
zipped shut for now.

Just as Talon is about to respond to Bob's inquiry, rip the zipper up the
back of the hood over Jerome's head, in walks Trevor, shouting, "Hey, I'm
not too late am I?"

How could Trevor ever be called `late', barging in, an entrance marked by
whipping his tee shirt off overhead, the almost twenty-one year old
flaunting that luscious frat bod?

"Take care of this yourself, Bob!" Talon quickly turns his attention from
Jerome.

"Hey, there," Trevor turns personal, gaining Talon's attention, joking,
"How's the vampire business?"

Moving his lips apart, Talon bunches his teeth together, lining up like any
other ordinary Joe, "Ready to pounce on your pec spots, soldier!"

Duke had gotten the same name-calling, though did not question why Talon
had used the pet name, `soldier' for almost everyone else. Right now
though, he was sensing a bit of jealousy, with Talon flocking towards the
other `soldier'.

It was a quick hug between the two, Trevor saying, "I `really' missed you,
you know?"

Before Talon could provide answer, there was Duke at the side of the sweet
camaraderie unfolding, "Hey, how's it goin'?"

"Cool," Trevor replies, his eyes in scan mode.

As for Talon, he immediately thinks in his mind with devious thoughts,
`What's better than one soldier?', turning on the two, "Why don't you two
get stripped down, while I find some rope?"

Leaving the pair, Duke questions, "Rope? Like what's that about?"

His shirt already shucked, Trevor wastes no haste in going for his belt
buckle, kicking his sneakers off, replying to Duke, "Oh man you're gonna
love this!"

"Love what?" Waving his flat hands back and forth in front of him, Duke
says, "Oh no, no, no! I don't do anything I don't know the specifics about
beforehand."

"Don't like surprises, do ya?" Trevor says and in a giddy mood, leaves his
unzippered pants for a moment, grabs Duke's muscle shirt up in the ball of
a hand and propels the wrestler towards him, smacking lips. It was short,
not meant as affectionate, rather to prove something, Trevor saying, "How
do you like `that' surprise, jock!" He went right back to his strip-job.

Wiping Trevor's kiss off his lips, Duke hesitates, studying the back of his
hand for a minute. Dropping his hand, he says, "I think I could go for more
of that!"

After his pants come off, Trevor puts a hand on Duke's shoulder, looks over
it, "Um, like Talon is on his way over here. If you haven't played `the
game', you better gets those clothes off in a hurry. Talon doesn't like to
wait."

Because at this moment, Duke more into Trevor than Talon, takes his word
for it. Sure, when wrestling in Talon's basement, he was allowed to get the
upper hand, getting rough on Talon. Now he was on Talon's turf, a
conglomerate of friends. Talon's friends, a scenario of a different sort
and like Talon had play the part of a fellow wrestler, Duke supposed he
should assume the part Trevor was building in himself, but again not
without caution, "Like what `is' the game?"

Seeing he's bought some time, Hans chatting up Talon, Trevor elaborates,
"Easy. As soon as Talon gets over here with the rope, we assume the roles
of his slaves. You don't mind being a slave, do you?"

He was down to where his pants could have fallen off his waist, Duke
asking, "Do I look like a slave?"

With a half-cracked smile, Trevor asks, "Are your nips as tender as your
cock?"

Voicing his opinion on roles, Duke replies, "After this is over I'll
wrestle you for them?"

"Could be cool, but I can tell you already who the winner is!"

"What the fuck you two doing? I thought I told you to strip?"

"Uh-oh!" Trevors says in dismay, reacting to Talon's metamorphosis, from
kitten to angry lion!

Following suit, seeing Trevor round his ass with his briefs, stepping out
of them, he watches as Talon leads him over to where a pulley hangs from
the darkened recesses of the roof of the barn. Whereas he had been in fast
motion, stripping his pants off, doing his briefs, he slows, eyes on Talon
fastening a leather band around each of Trevor's wrists, threading a rope
through little rings embedded in each.

He is surprised back to reality, checking out Trevor's stretched up arms,
down to what's hanging between his legs, when Talon barks, "Get your ass
over here, soldier!"

`Me?' Duke had gulped, then responds with a jogger's dash. Not sure of what
he's getting himself into, Duke asks, "Like, what are you going to do with
me, Talon?"

Right in Duke's face, as close as they were when wrestling, he feels
Talon's warm breath, "It's `Sir' to you soldier!"

"Uh, yeah... okay... `sir'," Duke relinquishes his ordinary citizenship.

"Well? Present wrists, soldier?"

It was a turning point in their relationship, something the two have not
experienced.

It was everyday activity for Trevor, sticking both arms out for Talon to
fasten the leather cuffs around, since he's `been there, done that'.

"I don't know about this?" Duke asks, after the wrestler's left wrist is
served up with a cufflink.

Breaking protocol, Talon says, "Yeah, like I thought twice about giving my
ass up to your dick?"

"Yeah, okay," Duke replies, offering up his other wrist.

Out of context, Talon tells him, "Trust me. I'm going to have you hard and
dripping in no time!"

Glancing over to the other captive and back, Duke inquires, "You and
Trevor? It's not his first time?"

Tightening the rope, looped through each cuff, "I'll leave you two gagless
for awhile so you can talk about it!"

Duke had a feeling their conversation had come to conclusion, Talon jerking
on a length of rope, his arms zooming up overhead till his pits show, plus
the bedeviled look to Talon's smile.

Knowing his wrestling moves, Duke equated this position, of arms bound
overhead, to like being in a full nelson, only it wasn't a guy's hands
locked behind his neck.

Last question, which trailed off, on account of Talon drawing his attention
over to Jerome, "How long do I... have... to..." Then, looking to his left,
Trevor in the same predicament, "How long are we going to be like this?"

"Not long," Trevor replies and playing with Duke, "five or six hours
tops. Not to worry though, it's not like we're the main center of
attraction. We're only `hanging around' for effect!"

"Effect? Um, like how would that go?"

"Well, for myself, it doesn't matter if guys know I'm gay. I don't have to
return to a high school and face my homophobic peers with the fact I'm
gay. You," Trevor lays it on thick, "what would your wrestling buds think
of you being gay?"

"I never said..." Duke never saying out right he was `gay', tries
delivering the message to Trevor.

"Y'see, Talon and me are good friends," at least it's what Trevor was
thinking at this moment, "and there's not much Talon doesn't share with
me. Though he didn't mention any names, I put two and two together and you,
not putting up a fight over Talon fitting you out in cuffs, plus wrestler's
build, I kind of figured."

"I see," Duke replies, even though the roundabout way Trevor explained it.

Gaining the knowledge, not beforehand, but five minutes ago, Trevor asks,
"By the way, how'd it feel shoving your shaft up Talon's ass?"

While the two compared notes, Talon had returned to the festivities
surrounding their main center of attraction.

The trio had Jerome stripped, hood removed, ball gag making his chops
immovable and tied to a chair.

"Bob here was getting his scissors and razor all sharpened up for a haircut
and..."

Conversation was not only for the benefit of Talon, but to instill fear in
their captive. It was working, sweatbeads all over Jerome's dirty blond
bod, collecting on every follicle.

Bending over, Talon gasps, "Oh my god! Will you look at these?!"

The guys looked down, Jerome looking down at his own chest, watching
Talon's hands reach for his pecs.

As if checking out a fashion statement, Talon remarks, "Nice and rosy
pink!"

Jerome let out a guttural sigh of emotion, Talon softly tweaking up the
rosy pink nips.

Like telling a joke, Talon asks, "How's it feel? Good, huh? How about
this?"

Eyes looking like they would pop out of their sockets, was marked by
Jerome's surprise of his nips being squeezed hard, twisted and pulled. Soon
he was squinting his eyes, in pain from Talon's tuff torturing.

Stopping, Talon says, "Time to check the ratings!" he jokes, reaching a
hand down between Jerome's legs, reporting, "Eh! I'd give it a six. Let's
see about these," he slips his hand off of Jerome's semi-soft cock. "Oh! By
the way, he chats with their gagged prisoner, "I just wanted to let you
know gay guys do this to other gay guys all the time." Without further
explanation, Talon softly touches Jerome's balls.

Thrashing about, his manhood being invaded, Jerome tries to stop Talon by
shimmying his ass around in the chair or pressing his thighs together.

"I think he's trying to tell you something, Talon?" Hans says.

"Hmm," Talon stops fighting for nut control and begins thinking. Looking
up, he asks, "Hungry, Tony?"

The forty-two year old, immediately getting the notion, replies, "Of
course. Always hungry for a hot sausage!"

"Oh but wait. All this fighting? I have a feeling unless we do something
about it..."

They all had the same idea, overpowering the football jock, moving him from
the chair to an improvised `work' table, lying Jerome out on it, fastening
the four cuff he had attached to wrists and ankles, to the hooks at each
corner of the table. He was still able to wiggle, mostly his midsection,
but even for an athlete, it could wear a bod out quickly.

However, soon to be discovered, the four restraints were not to be the only
things holding Jerome down to the table, Tony climbing up, moving into
place and after looking at Jerome's bod like a map, travels down the thin,
dirty blond line, to the pyramid pattern after Jerome's bellyhole, till he
hits his target.

Perhaps proud of himself, Jerome wasn't turned on all by the chubby Italian
dude up on the table, especially grossed out because when Tony was on all
fours, his stomach and pecs sagged down. His predicament had something to
with it too, scared shit he wasn't able to get it up, even when forced by
Tony picking it up and dropping it like a duffle bag of jello.

Bob, thinking he's gotten short-changed, "You want to hurry it up Tony?"

However, Hans gets a brilliant idea, "No reason why you can't get this
chest ready for Talon to play around with his nips. Hey! Where did Talon go
anyway?"

All Hans had to is do an about face, seeing Talon over playing with his
other trophies.

Duke had to once again open his mouth and ask what Talon was going to do
with them.

Talon, sick of the tirade, decided to `do something'. After all, he had to
make the scene look legit, less Jerome think otherwise, him the only one
being harassed.

Walking away, on his way back, carrying laces he pulled out of both Trevor
and Duke's sneakers, Duke asks, "What's he gonna do with those?"

Maybe Duke was horrified, but Trevor, full knowledge of the things Talon
could think up, smiled, his loins developing a pulsing
sensation. "Something real, real hot!"

"Oh my god! What are you doing?" Duke asks, seeing Talon take one of
Trevor's ball sacs, tie a sneaker lace around it, isolate the other and do
the same.

Swallowing, Duke is wondering. Sure, he got Talon to suck his balls last
time they fucked around, but something other than a tongue to stimulate, he
wasn't sure about how all this was going. He bit his lip, looking
down. Duke couldn't see much, but felt the pleasure of Talon's hands at
work on his ball sacs. "Owch! That fuckin' hurt!" he complains when one of
the laces pinches his sac.

"Oh really?" Talon looks up, a smile on his face.

"Damn right!" Duke complains.

"How does this feel?" Talon gives the lace a yank.

"Ak-k-k-kk! Oh shit-oh shit-oh shit! Stop!"

Talon stopped and as he did, didn't focus up on Duke, but rather looked
over his shoulder and in a squat position, could easily take on Jerome's
expression. The eighteen year old couldn't say anything, but his face told
the horror he sensed. Moving to the side, Talon points a finger to the
white laces hanging down from Duke's balls and back to Jerome, yelling,
"You're next!" For effect he laughs!

Being lax on his discipline dialect, Duke asks, "Please don't do that
again, Talon?"

Standing and getting in Duke's face, Talon barks, "What was that soldier?"

"Oh, it's that again," Duke says of the return to playing the game.

Mellowing out, Talon says, "I wouldn't think of it!"

However, watching the whole scenario unfold, Trevor knows Talon better and
true to his thinking, looks down at his pubes, even though Talon's tugging
on the reins he has on his balls, knows they are in for it.

"What the hell you doing?" Duke asks.

Talon says with edge, "You talk too much Duke!"

Walking away, returning, Talon plays catch with a ball gag. On purpose,
when he gets near the two he fakes missing the catch. "Damn!" he bends over
to pick it up, "Right in the cow shit!"

Of course, the dairy operation has been defunct for years. Any cow shit
would have been long sunk below the floor boards of the barn.

Trevor smiled, seeing the look of disgust on Duke's face, if getting even
bigger when Duke says with attitude, "You're not putting `that' in `my'
mouth!"

"Mistake!" Trevor says of Duke's tight lips.

"Got a remedy for that, but first I thought I would be courteous and wash
this off for you?"

Duke relaxed his lips with Talon's thoughtfulness of washing the ball gag
off before insertion. However, his face turns sour as right there in front
of them, Talon turns on the facet between his legs and hoses down the ball
gag with his own lemonade!

"Ew-w-w-w-e!"

Trevor relates, "Hey, had a dude in the dorm piss in my mouth. Takes
getting used to, but not so bad!"

If tight-lipped before, Duke was doubly tight mouthed, but Talon had an
answer for that as well, grabbing hold of Duke's sneaker laces. Worked like
a gem, Duke howling at the pain of his stretched globes, the ball gag
fitting in like a shoe.

Talon jokes, at Duke's expense, "I love it when a boy cooperates!"

He stood there, watching Duke even try to spit out the piss-flavored ball
gag.

Turning to Trevor, Talon says upbeat, "I think he likes it!" Then, off
track, "So, when did you have some guy piss in your mouth?"

"Hey Talon," Bob calls over, "are you with us or what?"

"Dammit!" Talon replies. "I'll be back for you two soldiers later!"
Approaching the table, Talon yells, "What the fuck is it, Bob?"

A lot of dialog was good. It helped pave the way for fear instilled in
their captive.

Unknown to them, fear it was for Jerome.

First off, being tied down to a table eagle-spread he was left to the
quartet doing anything they damn well pleased to him.

Secondly, Jerome could not deny to himself, Tony's mouth on his cock felt
good, but cringed to think it was male and not female, but it was just as
good or even better than any girl could do. Yet, he didn't want to project
his feelings and throw a woody, so did everything in his power to drive
down the opinions of his captors, by rigidly clamping down on his jaws,
lest he drive up his actual emotions of it feeling so, so awesome.

Third, he only wondered what could be the purpose of Bob, whom he knew as
the town barber, trimming circles, like he had a template, around both of
his nips, about two inches from each center, then using shaving cream and
razor, reducing any stubble to sheer smoothness.

He wasn't too successful of the second option. A man's cock cannot decipher
between the sexes and override those facets of the brain which, when hits
the feel-good center, one experiences the euphoria of how it feels to have
a hot blow job!

Hans was the first to notice small grunts in the pit of Jerome's vocal
chords, tiny noises, which signified Jerome's breakthrough, "Yeah, he's
comin' around. The straight boy's comin' around." Slapping Tony on the ass,
"C'mon Tony. Put all you go into it!"

Tony choked! The slap on the butt with the full force of the thirty-seven
year old muscle-bear's hand made his bod lurch forward. It didn't help,
Jerome's 10c impaling Tony's tonsils, passing right by them like a
pile-driver, the single spike driven down Tony's throat.

Coming off Jerome, coughing, Hans took to gently massaging Tony's back,
replying to outburst, "Damn Tony. You okay babe? I thought you could take
it!"

At first he inhaled and let his breath out rapidly, but then nodded his
head slowly up and down to Hans, to show he was okay, exhaling softly,
finally saying, "All right... I'm all right. I just need a break."

Bob mocks, "Holy Toledo, Tony," making fun of his surname, `Toledo', he
kids the forty-two year old, "after all that talk about cock-sucking, I'm
surprised you can't take down that monster!"

While Bob laughs, Tony is dismounting the table, saying, "You've got a big
mouth, Bob. Either shut it or get up on the table and swallow it yourself!"

He had stifled the beefy chub into near silence, the town barber replying
in a demonstrative manner, "Oh no, that's not how it's gonna go. If
anything, it's gonna be `this boy'," he roughly slaps Jerome on the
stomach, "taking my spike down `his' throat!"

Bob laughed, but it was no laughing matter for Jerome. Totally naked, when
they rendered him immobile, fastening him eagle-spread to this table, in
the basement, not that it interested him, but he did notice none of them
were wearing clothes. Except the one called `Talon', some black, leather
outfit, who tended to Duke and some other dude, not much different from
their ages. However, Jerome was confronted by a new sort of threat. Here,
he was the helpless one with loss freedom of his arms and legs, not able to
get up and run away. To prove they could do anything they wished to him,
Jerome took the gesture of Bob's hand coming down hard across his abs, a
real threat of violence. Like any man in a life threatening situation, he
wondered how far it would go, if it came to it, would he do anything to
cooperate, buy time, but didn't look at the prospects of Bob gunning his
cock down his own throat!

Jerome's thoughts were dismissed, hearing Bob yell, "Hey Talon, why don't
you loosen up one of those `hams' you having hanging on the hooks and get
him over here to take Tony's place?"

Tony would have popped back on, but for two reasons he chose not to. The
whole scenario was making them all horny, but especially Bob. Since Bob's
hands were busy choosing out different places of Jerome's bod to shave, he
couldn't attend to himself.

Other reason for Tony, he had a choice. Both Jerome and Bob had ten inch
spikes, but whereas Jerome was fat around, Bob's was more slender. Plus,
Tony has gutted his throat with Bob's monster on several occasions and,
since Bob could talk, Tony would experience more of a compliment. So there
Tony was, `down on his knees, trying to please!'

"Hmm," Talon tapped his index finger to his lips repeated,
"eenie-meenie-mynee-mo, to whom should this... blow job go?" he bursts out
laughing.

He also knew whichever was chosen to workover Jerome's tall stump, the
other would be left for his own enjoyment. Also, Talon could swing either
way. His and Duke's wrestling sessions were always hot and steamy, skin on
skin and he would wind up servicing Duke, until his ass became a resting
place for Duke's cock, which was a moderate impact. Then again, in
conversation with Trevor, focusing up on college dorm life (and boy-sex),
he could swing his gate the other way and assume the role of man on
top. Tonight he was feeling `toppish', so went for the winch holding Duke's
arms. As he turned the winch, Talon sings, "Round and round and round he
goes..." stops to laugh.

Prompted while being stripped and tied, Duke and Trevor already knew, in
order to fit in to the scene of Jerome's humiliation they had to put on
their best acting skills.

However, for Talon's sake, two minutes ago he released the ball gag from
Duke's mouth, wanting conversation.

Now, he was not so sure Duke was acting, carrying on, "Fuck that shit! I
ain't sucking no cock!"

Thinking Duke might blow it for them, Talon races over to a chest of
drawers, really a mechanics metal drawers and retrieves a ball gag, rushing
back. He would have used the one he had pissed on, but was driven by new
purpose.

His arms were a little slack, but it gave Talon a thrill to wrestle the
ball gag into Duke's mouth. He was sure Duke would be fuckin' mad at him
later, but right now he was having fun pulling the lace around Duke's
balls, which opened Duke's mouth right up. Talon knew Duke couldn't take
pain, even though he used the dirty tactic when wrestling, clutching the
wrestler's balls. At the time, it was all part of their mat play, not
Duke's protesting.

"Interesting," Trevor weighs his curiosity, as he watches Duke fasten it
behind Duke's head. "Like, what's the hole in it for?"

Speaking in general, Talon replies, "Your dick!" Then, calling across the
room, Bob, you wanna give a hand here. This boy's being highly unruly!"

All Talon could do is laugh at Duke's squirming.

As for Bob, prospects changed, possibility of having an eighteen year old
jock down on his knees as opposed to Tony Toledo, made him respond with new
excitement. He didn't give a shit that he just made Tony feel bad, whipping
his cock out of his mouth!

But Tony felt the brunt of an empty mouth, yelling after him, singing it in
a whiny tone, "Bah-ahh-h-h-h-hb!"

"I don't know why you bother with him!"

Having a change of tune, Tony turns to Hans standing there, one of Hans'
hands playing with his own balls, the other stroking himself up and down
the barrel, not much different than Bob.

"Hmm," Tony plays up to Hans, there on hands and knees, looking up.

"Want it?" Hans returns the play-acting, "Beg, Tony!"

While they play their game, Bob is having some fun of his own, manhandling
Duke. He really knew how to rub it in, humiliating, "I hope you had your
tonsils out boy or else better move them aside!"

It was only Hans and Talon who knew Duke was gay, but right now Hans was
`busy' and Talon was paying attention to his `other' captive.

For all of Bob's intensive purposes, he had two high school jocks to play
with and right now didn't care much about making either one come, nor
himself... at least right away. He was sure, if he hooked the two up,
Duke's mouth to Jerome's shaft, Jerome would come no matter if he was
enjoying it or not, which would probably be the result of Jerome having his
cock rubbed up and down, especially if Bob coupled it with some bod
massaging.

Thinking against the whole orgasm-thing, which would include himself, he
would rather set the honey to flowing slowly out of their `trees' and
explore his favorite fetish, what else for a barber, trimming, cutting and
shaving.

Abandoned by the others and assuming free reign, Bob took to his fetish,
but not forgetting their objective, helping their bud Mike, by making
Jerome experience `gay sex'. To him, it didn't have to be sucking or
fucking, but just the touch of a man to another man's skin... for starters.

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`Chester' was let go on account of Chad removing the shirt he had just put
on. At least he had no complaints of having button it up, to needing to
unbutton it, for taking it off.

"I wonder if we'll ever meet up with him again," Kyven asks about Chester
as he unzips, whereas he just zipped up not more than twenty minutes ago.

Stripped down to the buff before Kyven was out of his briefs, Chad, being
soft and sexy, something gifted with, his hands were immediately all over
Kyven, replying after a single kiss to the lips, "Why don't we put Chester
out of our minds for now?"

Their brief walk, from the clearing, up the side of a mountain and down the
other side, bringing them to the park ranger's cabin, Kyven wasn't sure how
all this was going to go. New to being out, Sebastian was the only man he
really had the full cycle of gay man's sex. Before Seb, it was one shot
deals, here and there, no strings attached as well as little emotion. Sure,
Sebastian had his kinky side, but when not tying him down in the forest to
four stakes, in bed Sebastian could be a sensuous lover. Thinking it right
now, Kyven hoped some of those learned skills would come out in him. Then
again, he wondered if Chad and Sebastian had something going, because Chad
wasn't so far-fetched in his contact skills.

Overwhelming with curiosity over it, Kyven breaks off the sweet affection,
"Um, you and Sebastian, you ever..."

"More than once," Chad replies, going back to making a luscious meal out of
Kyven's left nip.

Alternating with Kyven's lips, Kyven stops Chad short of kissing, "Looks
like there's only one bed in here?"

It was a big bed too. A two room cabin, except for the jon, everything else
came together under one roof; bedroom, kitchen, dining area and a sitting
space with a fireplace.

Chad says, "First come, first served. If Tony and Seb drop by, they can
take the sofa."

"Drop by? Where else might they," Kyven stops short of `sex'.

"Oh there's a few places; the ranger's tower, which up above the trees can
be a very secluded place, or there's the museum."

"Museum? They have sex in the gift shop?"

Still trying to give Kyven lip service, Chad replies, "There's a small room
in the back. Just in case."

`Just in case,' Kyven wondered about that! For now though he returned his
thoughts to Chad, who was getting way too sensually sexy ahead of him.

Chad did take a breather to say, "Happy you chose to spend the weekend at
the cabin?"

With a wry smile, Kyven replies, "I dunno yet!"

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"Now, what are we supposed to do? Lay around all day and twiddle out
thumbs?"

"I could keep sucking you till your dry?" Mike replies. Seeing it not go
over big, Mike suggests, "Then again, I had gotten an invitation from a
friend to go hiking, if you're up for it?"

Up for it, Travis jumps out of bed and heads for the jon, dictating, "I'll
shower. You make breakfast."

Mike loved it. Really he could bend either way and that's how it was with
the Dalles boys. With Trevor around the house for most of the boy's senior
year, he played `daddy' for the eighteen year old. With Travis in the house
now, Mike loved being next step down on the totem pole and went right to
it, making the coffee, eggs and whatever.

"Hmm," he stood there with the turning fork in one hand, the other playing
with his furry front, midchest, down to bellyhole, over the pyramiding
trail and back, in a dreamlike state, thinking over and over, `Life Sucks
2," more eloquently, "Life Sucks 2! Hmm," Travis on the brain and not
Trevor, "Has a nice ring to it!"

"Done playing with yourself," Travis, torso-wrapped in a towel steals the
fork away from Mike, "before you burn the bacon?"

"I wasn't playing with myself, for your information!" Mike sticks his
tongue out.

Laughing, Travis remarks, "Save it for my cock, Mike?!"

"At least I'm good for something!"

Though Mike wasn't near the vicinity of the shower and if he were, he would
not be able to tell what mulled around in Travis' mind, "Thanks for being
there for me yesterday afternoon and letting me stay on with you for the
weekend, Mike," he turns the bacon.

School year, two months towards ending, Mike asks, "What are you doing for
the summer?"

"Work," Travis replies.

"Got any leads?"

Shrugging one shoulder, which Mike was sure was going to loosen the towel
up, Travis replies, "Maybe. James Foster, I play football with him, his dad
owns a landscaping business."

"Landscaping? You want to come home everyday sweaty and dirty, reeking of
cow shit?" Mike tries to dissuade.

Not meant to be mean, Travis says, "For sure I'm not going to do what Trev
did all summer!"

A hand reached in between himself and stove, Mike turning off the gas and
saying, just about in Travis' ear, "I didn't put your brother through
college as a result of us playing the suck'n'fuck game all summer!"

Turning around abruptly, Travis did almost lose the towel, but says, "I
didn't mean it that way."

"Then exactly what `did' you mean?" Mike stands there in his briefs, arms
across his middle.

It distracted Travis from his thoughts, looking upon the twenty-nine year
old homeowner, "You know, you're really a good looking man, Mike. What are
you wasting your time with an eighteen year old high school dude like me?"

Not taking the bait, Mike responds back on track, "Did Trevor tell you he
worked for his keep all summer?"

"Um, no. More or less all he could talk about was the hot sex you and he
had," Travis smiles, then seriously, "Well yeah, I do think I recall him
telling me what a bitch it was to clean out the hot tub?"

"I suppose it slipped his mind, him taking care of the house, cooking,
cleaning, trimming the bushes outside, washing the car and other duties,
while I could stay on target with finishing my book?"

Getting the picture, Travis was sorry, but instead of saying it, replies,
"So, you planning on a sequel?"

Not finished, Mike says, "You have your choice of either the extra bedroom
or mine."

"Um, like which one did Trev pick?"

"Your brother had his own room. He could have a guy over, but he had to
tell me ahead of time."

Travis, thinking about it, "So you could be home, to share?"

Turning around, walking away, Mike says, "Would you hurry up and finish the
bacon? I'm getting a shower!"

Spinning around, Travis replies, "Okay," turning the gas back on. Running
through his mind right off were the chores Mike mentioned, but also the
freedom of being away from home, from his father, which he cared less about
being around.

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Like J.S. Bach, Talon had no stops on how many times he could play up his
organ. Knowing he had all night, he cranked the winch, lowering Trevor down
to where the `bracelets' could unhook from the chains.

Rather than complain about the bondage position, Trevor reacts, "I love
having my arms forced and stretched up over my head. It's so
`exhilarating'!"

"You just like it so I can run my hands all over your bod at will!" Talon
replies. "C'mon!" he cues Trevor into following him, tugging on the lace
around his balls.

"Where are we going?" he asks, when Talon positions him in front of him,
bod butted up against a ladder.

"Get a move on up there!"

Climbing up the old ladder, Trevor smiled, thinking of nothing like a
sexual romp in the hay loft!

As for Hans and Tony, the scene wasn't much different, their sexcapade
taken to the old farmer's office, which had an old, squeaky bed, used in
case the dairy farmer had to spend the night in the barn. For their use, it
worked, even with the squeaks!

Bob, he was having the time of his life. He didn't care about the
complaints he was getting from both Duke and Jerome. Jerome, he thought
would take the Guiness World Record for the number of times a man would
yell `fuck' or `shit'. With Duke, he sensed something up, the eighteen year
old keeping his cool, at times barking about some treatment, but out of
context and not too convincing!

Though, the whole scenario, Jerome still cuffed and limbs eagle-spread,
tethered to the corners on the table, a new addition to the bondage, Duke
lay on top of him, faced down.

In reality, Duke didn't mind at all his closely cropped jaws lay right next
to Jerome's scuffy chin. For Jerome, whenever he thought about it, would
try to keep their `beards' separated, thinking it repulsive to have another
man's face `in his face!'

It gave new meaning to why Bob was hard as a rock and leaking. Adding
humiliation, whenever cock spit drooled out onto an index finger, he would
take turns wetting each boys' parched lips!

This is where partial contradiction came in. When his salty solution was
smeared against Jerome's lips, he upped the Guiness Record tally.

As for Duke, the first time he behaved much like Jerome, trying to spit it
out, yelling, "Yech!" With passing time though, it seemed like Duke gave
up, gave in and rather find the taste nasty, crumbled in to taking the
syrup like a (gay) man!

Acting with him, complying with Bob's tasty finger, it only served up more
`spit', him saying, "You like that boy?"

"Yes, sir."

The area of the barn, except for four walls, stood open, but quiet, except
for the interaction between the trio. Therefore, anything said could be
heard by all and with Jerome listening intently, he couldn't let it go by,
"Duke, what the fuck you doing man?" He wanted to `talk' to Duke, face to
face, but if turned his head to do so, his lips would be right up against
Duke's scruff. He found out by doing, so now kept his head towards the barn
ceiling.

It dawned on Duke! Snagged! He was supposed to be acting out the part of
being a straight dude! `Oh my god!' he suddenly thought. Mustering up all
his skills, he thought up, "Tryin' to get out of this `alive', asshole!
What do you think, Jerome?!"

`Omg!' was Jerome's reaction, kicking up in his brain. He had seen the
horror movies. First guys do sexual stuff to you and then wind up cutting
off their dicks! It made him swallow hard, thinking way off the deep end.

Meanwhile, Bob, who hasn't any knowledge of Duke being gay, figured what
Duke says is true, though a bit sorry his presentiment isn't true, Duke
being gay, skips over it all, "Smart boy." Then in Jerome's face, "Maybe
you need some `encouragement' to come around like your friend?" he rubs
both hands together.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! No!" Thinking about the welfare of his cock,
Jerome reacts.

He had every right to be scared shit, the straight boy's cock being touched
and rubbed.

Bob was having a good time pretending. Unlike Jerome's thoughts, he wasn't
into maiming, especially since this was a favor to Mike. But what harm
would it be to use some scare tactics?

Upon feeling a hand on his cock, Jerome tries looking over his bod, but how
can he with Duke laying right on top of him.

He wasn't playing with Duke's junk, Duke wasn't worried, except about one
thing, "Um, like I think I have to take a leak, sir?"

Bob was going to have a field day with this, saying, "Nobody's stopping ya
boy!"

Duke could `feel' Jerome's lips on the side of his face, the football jock
saying, "No-o-o-o Duke!"

It's all Jerome could think of, the space between them flooded with Duke's
piss! More for his mind to think about, he dropped the idea of stinky, warm
liquid saturating their hairy teen bods, when he feels Bob doing something
to his cock. Responding to the irky sense of a lace, string or thin rope
being tied around the head of cock, "What tha fuck?" He didn't realize it,
moving his butt around only made matters worse for him, as Bob had tied the
loop to a hook, the hook affixed to a chain, the overhead chain attached to
a winch.

As for Duke, he was sighing with pleasure, wiggling butt massaging his
cock, which pulsed with every abrasion against Jerome's wiry pubes. Most
torturous was the feeling of making love. It would be very easily doable,
his arms stretched out along the lines of Jerome's, to the head of the
table, his head sagging between Jerome's cheek, pocketed between the scruff
and arm. It would be so, so easy to follow his mind and want to kiss those
salty lips, but holding him back were, `It's all an act, it's all an act,
it's all an act.'

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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee

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