Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2011 19:56:52 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 16

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.


THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 16

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%


"Party time!"


Jason didn't know what to say, other than, "Bastard!"


"Yeah I agree, but give me another reason to work you over Jason!"


He was real worried, not so much about now, but what the future held for
him, Barrett's twin brother, in leather briefs, harness covering his
muscular bod, leather band around his waist, sole purpose of carrying around
a leather strap and brass knuckles.


Noticing Jason glanced at his brass knuckles, Garrett takes them from his
side, places the metal punching implement on his left hand and casually
says, "Yeah, like this piece of equipment do ya? Awesome for tearing apart a
man's rockhard abs!" He pounded his left fist against his right palm.


"You hold the cards for now Barrett, but when I find a way out of this I'll
be punching your ass!"


"I'll be saving these for much, much later," Garrett removes the brass
knuckles from his hand. Laughing, as he strolls away, "Promises, promises.
By the way, we'll be opening your ass with more than our dicks!"


It was meant to intimidate, threaten and as for Jason it scared the shit out
of him!


%


The kids tired out fast, getting out of the pool and seeking out the table
under an umbrella, woofing down cheese doodles and potato chips, drinking
fruit juice on account of Fletch found out earlier David didn't think soda
was healthy.  Through their interactions, the two kids instantly become
friends.


Opening an ice chest, Evan asks, "What do you want?"


Today Fletch was eleven years old and as Sean had boasted, about not knowing
he was gay at ten, Fletch silently started to feel like he already passed
into manhood. Jason had already taught him some of the ways gay men talked
to each other and some `sex stuff'. When Evan quizzed him, he reflected on
his chats with Jason, wondering if it might be nice `wanting Evan'! Instead
he opts out for, "Lemonade?"


Feeling giddy, Evan pulls the can out and in the bent over position he was
in, found it a cinch to touch the ice cold can to Fletch's stomach.


"Oh shit that's cold!" he yells out.


In the pool, the adults heard it loud and clear, Bill joking with the guys,
"I didn't even know what shit was when I was eleven years old!"


Phil cracks on Bill, "He lived a sheltered life!"


It earned Phil a splash in the face!


At the ice chest, Evan was voicing opinion, "My dads say it's not good to
use bad language."


"Really? My dad uses it all the time. Um, that was really, really `cold'!"


Instead of apology, Evan has a remedy, placing his palm on Fletch's stomach
and saying, "If I rub it really fast it will get warmed up?"


Fletch just knew his face was red. He doesn't know how Evan was taking it,
probably as innocence, but for himself his little pecker was responding. "Or
we could go back in the pool?"


He didn't wait for Evan's answer, hightailing it back to the near waveless
water and making it wavy!


%


"Fuck you....fuck you all!" Jason clamored


Garrett laughed his as off.


Ready for an all out assault, Barrett had given Gabe and the estate
garageman and grounds manager, Brad and Bart free reign over how to
overpower and subdue Jason. Watching from the upstairs window, with his hand
on his cock, massaging his balls, he had hoped Jason would cause a skirmish,
a chain reaction causing the three on one, but it didn't happen.


Getting a little tired of all this, first Barrett coming over to intimate,
then his brother, Barrett returning, Jason says, "Why don't you just fuckin'
torture me and get it over with!"


Gabe interrupts, "You want the `fucking bar' under his gut?"


Disregarding Jason's fake request, Barrett replies, "Not right now, Gabe.
Not until I'm ready. He'll learn to stand or else get his neck bent out of
shape!"


Bart comes over, holding a permanent black marker, "Want to make your
reservations?"


Laughing and already with built up energy, Barrett says, "Hell yeah!"


Moving behind Jason, who is off and on cursing Barrett out, he stays
stationery for a moment, feeling the marker on his ass cheeks. He jerks his
ass.


"Dammit!" Barrett yells, interrupted while printing the word, `off'. "I'll
teach you to hold still!"


Jason seemed to think this a prelude to what was in store for him, Barrett
quickly following up his threat with a stinging slap of the strap, which was
hanging from his belt, against his ass. He didn't yell out loud, but grunted
from the burning sting.


"Don't you worry, boy. By the time the night's finished we'll have this bod
all marked up!"


He completed jotting `Off Limits' across Jason's ass!


%


Sitting by the pool, after the party had gone on for a half hour, finally
Fletch and his dad connect.


"Dad, I like Evan."


Knowing what he knew about Fletch purporting to be gay, Pieter throws some
humor into his answer, "How do you mean that?"


However, he's bonked out when Fletch seriously replies, "I like him, dad,"
Fletch coddled his dad's arm.


"How do we even know that Evan is..."


Fletch was way ahead of him, "Evan is gay too."


"He told you?" Pieter asks.


"Nope, but I don't know how I know, but I know!"


`Gaydar at his age?' Pieter thought, but shrugged it off, "I hope you're not
planning on dating?"


"Dad, can I tell you something?"


Pieter was really in the mood for partying and felt Fletch should be the
same, but knew he wasn't going to get out of this `gay rap', "Sure. Like I
said. Anytime?"


"I'm not supposed to know this, but Evan told me his dads bought me a
present."


"Whew!" Pieter sighed, wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow, thinking
`something else' was comin. "Did he say what?"


"Yeah. Evan told me all about it. His dad, the one who is the `Phil', told
his other dad, the `Bill', to get some tickets to a ball game. Then Phil
gets mad at Bill, because he came home with tickets to an opera. What do you
think?"


"Um, uh... find out what language it's in and maybe you can learn it before
you go?"


"Dad I'm being serious and you're acting funny again!"


"Sorry."


"Who's sorry?" David asks, showing up with two umbrella drinks. He hands one
to Fletch.


Pieter questions him with blame, "David?"


"Relax honey. It's only pineapple juice and..."


"Honey!" Fletch interrupts, breaking out of his serious mode.


"What's wrong with honey?" David asks.


Neither Fletch, nor his dad, got back to their `serious' conversation, David
chasing Fletch around the pool until the eleven year old jumped in. Right
after, Evan was on his tail, making a big splash.


As David came to sit down, Pieter says, "We got boy problems!"


%


"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jason said to himself, alone at poolside, his head and
hands immovable, caught in the bonds of the wooden stock. Bent over in a
position, as Barrett put it, `to fuck', it didn't make matters any simpler.
Too, to add to the horror of his position, two tables on each side of the
pool were laid out with not refreshments, but toys, which he figured were at
the guest's disposal for use on him. "Shit!" he said out loud, viewing
buttplugs which were larger than life, tubes of lube sitting upright near
them. Glancing to his left, there were chained apparatus, on the cement
apron rounded weights of various sizes, hooks on the top. He knew what these
were for. He was not a stranger to what could be hooked up to a man's balls
and weighted down. The first time it was tried on him he made the ball
torture off limits to his `trick'. Now he would have no choice in the
matter. Rubbing in the pain he was about to experience, were his balls
dangling in the slight breeze.


Then suddenly the silence was sheared by noise, voices coming from outside
the wooden fence, so loud he could hear the encroachment, from soft speaking
to boisterous words and laughter.


Jason clammed up when the gate flung open. One seedy character, muscled
through and through, showed off his built bod, carrying a whole ice chest on
his shoulder without anyone's help. After him, guys began to pile into the
swimming area, first the he-man, then another leathered guy, two, then two
more. Frustrated by his predicament, Jason hung his head down, not wanting
to see anymore guests enter. He lifted it up when the crowd on the other
side of the pool stood around him.


"Daymn!" The `ice chest' guy remarked, "Will you look at the size of these
balls!" He grabbed Jason's balls up in one hand, gave them a squeeze and
turn.


"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!" Jason cried out, squinting his eyes.


Allowing the sacs go free, the evil dude says, "Don't worry boy. I'll have
you singin' louder than that!" He laughed at the prospects of putting Jason
through intense cock and ball torture.


"Damn that Barrett!"


Four men had gathered behind Jason, one reading, "Off limits? Who is Barrett
trying to fool? Glen?"


"Yeah Chuck?"


"Toss me a tube of that lube!"


Catching it on his fuzzy chest, Chuck yells out, "Somebody want to help me
here and hold this boy's ass apart?"


Khan, decked out in a harness and chaps, leather cap on his head, was a
carbon copy of a hot master. Very hairy in the front, so much was the black
rug, only the round metallic parts of his harness could be picked out.
Stepping behind Jason, he barks, "You want your ass nailed to the wall,
Chuck?" After grabbing the tube of lube out of Chuck's hand, with ease he
tosses it through the air.


Jason wondered what was happening, seeing the lube tube land in the pool
with a `plunk'.


"Fuck you Khan!"


Chuck turned to walk away, Khan calling out, "Hey Chuck?"


"What?" Chuck says in annoyed tone, turning back around.


`Bam!' Khan reacts with intention, a sucker punch to Chuck's gut, then a
swift action punch to the jaw.


The crowd of leathermen laughed, knowing Khan doesn't take any shit from
anybody!


Sitting on his ass, checking out his jaw, that it still moves, especially in
an eating manner, Chuck looks up at Khan, "What the fuck you do that for?"


Walking over to where Chuck sat, Khan replies, "Don't fuckin' talk like that
to me again. Next time I'll shove my log up your ass!" He reached out a hand
to help Chuck up.


Chuck slapped it away, a smile forming on his face, saying, "It'll take more
than that to put me down!"


Meanwhile, as Chuck offers Khan a beer, the rest are checking Jason out. Not
as rough, though trying talk `the talk', they run hands over his back,
underneath, firming his nips or following the treasure trail, a finger
dipping in his bellyhole, other hands already feeling up Jason's cock,
trying to stiffen it up.


"Gentlemen, let the party begin!"


Looking up, Jason only saw one of the twins, yet he couldn't tell if it were
Barrett or Garrett. Whichever, he didn't cater to the prospects of Barrett,
he figured, walking along the edge of the pool towards him, the others
following like magnets.


He wasn't sure they were saying this to traumatize him, but the one called
`Heinrich', says, "C'mon Barrett, fuck him over so I can lube up the
buttplugs."


If anything to be done to his ass had to wait till Barrett fucked him, he
hoped he intended on doing it way near the end of the party. Then again,
Jason wondered how long the party would last, how long `he' would last, and
how long he would have to go through being the entertainment. Too, in the
back of his mind he dwelt on the aspects of the party ending, Garrett's
words about being sold off to a Mexican drug dealer and the hell which would
ensue, being his American slave.


He was brought around to reality, one of the guys fastening a leather collar
around his balls. He didn't voice any opinions out loud, but to himself he
thought, `Here comes the pain!' Jason wasn't ignorant of some of this
equipment and he knew the purpose of the ball parachute!


%


When asked about the `boy problem', Pieter responded, "Oh nothing much.
Only, Fletch is madly in love with Evan?"


David giggled.


"I'm serious and look at you, you're laughing!" He reconnected with thoughts
of Fletch being serious and him being `funny'!


"Sorry, but I don't think it's anything to get excited about. Though, maybe
we should make sure he carries around some condoms?"


Giving into David's attempt at humor, Pieter says, "Shut up before I have to
put a condom on!"


"Getting toppish are we?" David's wrist goes limp in expression.


Both knew the positions they naturally fell into, Pieter `the sucker' and
David `the fucker'.


Cracking a half-smile, Pieter replies, "Okay. You win!"


Giddy, David says, "Nobody said a top has to top all the time, you know?"


"I know." After an interval of silence, Pieter theorizes, "I wonder if
Fletch is a top or bottom?"


"You're kidding, right?"


"No. Why? What do you know that I don't know?" Pieter replies.


"Me? Nothing, but I would venture to guess in all probabilities..."


"Cut the science lab shit and spell it out David?"


David smiles and in pure english, says, "If Fletch isn't a top, you get to
fuck me!"


"Hmm," David puts a finger to his lip and taps out a rhythm of thought, "I
wonder how long it will take before we find out?"


%


His balls leather-collared, Jason hung in anticipation why no one had
bothered to load the chains up with weight, not that he hoped for it to
happen any time soon. What he supposed though, they were getting all
liquored up on Schlitz and Jack Daniels.


He was awakened out of his reverie by a probing finger and, "Anytime now
I'll be driving my ten inch nail into your guts!"


Jason held his tongue because saying anything would just make Barrett feel
good. The probing finger stabbed him the asshole and he tried to escape it
by moving forwards, but there was nowhere to go!


Barrett just laughed, badgering, "Yep. My fat cock is going to be busting
this ass wide open!" Before he left Jason, he removed the strap from his
belt and belted Jason across the ass, not once, but two times.


Unlike before, Jason grunted even less.


Laughing it off, Barrett says casually, "Wait till the boys start working
you over!"


Again, Jason's hope for escape dwindled even more, especially when more
guests began to arrive. His immediate thoughts were more guests - more pain!


"Party's over gentlemen!"


Looking towards the gate, providence came calling, two police officers! Even
though he went to church, Jason wasn't all that God-fearing, but raised his
voice, "Thank God!"


Short-lived was his praise, when the cops dropped their charade and were
greeted by the other guests. "Shit!" he said to himself as the cops began to
unbutton their uniforms and peel their regulation shirts off. "Actors!" he
said out loud after allowing himself to get duped. He sunk his head back
towards the pool apron in disgust.


"Jason? What are you doing here?"


He knew that voice! "Terry? Is that you?"


"What the hell are you doing in the stocks, Jason?"


More importantly than `why', Jason says, "Terry, you've got to get me out of
this!"


In real life they really are cops! His partner approaches with the same
reaction, "Jason? What the hell are you doing here?"


Feeling much comfort having two guys who have been paying customers since he
was sixteen, Jason replies, "Partying?"


"Oh my god, will you look at this Terry?" Tom held up the chains attached to
the leather collar around Jason's balls.


Joking, which at this time things weren't too bent on being joked about,
Terry says, "I always said it, didn't I Tom..."


Tom cuts in, knowing the colloquial phrase, "Jason has the hottest balls?"


"Well he does!" Terry replies.


"Guys," Jason says with impatience, "Will you stop talking about my big
balls and start thinking about how you're going to get me out of this fix?"


"Damn, Tom. What are we going to do?"


Still in a joking mood, Tom replies, "Get some weights?"


"Fuck you Tom!" Jason says. "Will you get serious for once in your life. My
balls, ass and other bod parts are on the line right now?"


Taking the alpha role, Tom gets serious, saying, "I'll find an excuse to go
out to the car. You stall and when I come back with our guns, I'll give you
the signal."


It does occur to Jason, "Um, aren't you guys going to get into trouble with
the `fuck twins'?"


Terry looks at Tom, asking, "Should we tell him?"


"I think we better act first and entertain questions later?"


"Shit!" Terry replies, seeing the drinking binge winding down.


While Tom makes his own stall, telling everybody to wait till he gets his
camera out of the car, Terry fills Jason in on the sting operation!


%


Evan, standing between his two dads, smiles at Fletch as Bill says, "We had
such a lovely time. Sometime this summer we will have to return the favor!"


Pieter eggs Fletch on about thanking them for his birthday present, "Thanks
for the tickets, but I don't know if I'll be able to take all that
screechin'!"


Pieter, slight shade of red, says, "Sorry!"


"Nonsense," Bill replies, "when you get there and see the lavish set, you'll
just love it Fletch!"


Right now, the opera was the least thing on Fletch's mind, as Evan and his
dads escape through the connecting gate between homes.


"Bye," Evan's head remains crocked in Fletch's direction, until obliterated
by the wooden gate.


Same night, David's bedroom had reverted to a pairing up.


"Looks like you're stuck with only me," Pieter says, lifting the sheet and
placing his nude bod next to David.


"Yeah what a shame!" David agrees.


"Sean was kind of fun playing `monkey in the middle'."


"Fun to feel up too," David replies as he feels up Pieter.


On his mind, more than him and David, Pieter asks, "David, do you think
Fletch is `really' gay?"


"Only time will tell, however I've come to know your son... or is he `our
son' now?"


"Either, or. So?"


"Yes, well what I was getting at, I think for a ten year old..."


"As of today, eleven?" Pieter corrects him.


"For an eleven year old I think Fletch is a very level headed young man.
Probably more grown up than some guys I know!"


"Really?" Pieter replies, with his mind on something else, not his son. "How
many guy do you know?" His hand slides down David's stomach and curves
inward at his thigh.


"Intimately? Only one!" He brushes Pieter's hand away.


"Heey-ey-ey-ey!"


Giggling, David says, "I was thinking of something more juicy there?"


Placing family matters aside, Pieter climbs under the sheet like entering a
pup tent. In no time David is moaning!


%


Things had moved pretty fast that afternoon, Tom shooting with his gun up in
the air, instead of his camera. Backup was almost behind him as he busted in
the back gate to the pool area.


Guests were rounded up like a herd of cattle, cuffed and taken away. As
Barrett stood there, having his rights read to him, two officers paraded
Garrett out from the house.


"You and your bright ideas, Garrett!"


"Garrett?" Jason says, surprised because he thought Garrett was Barrett. If
only he had thought to look for the small scar near Barrett's ass?


"Me?" Garrett contradicts, "It was all your idea Barrett. Don't go blaming
me for your inadequacies!"


"Want to look straight ahead please Jason?"


"Sure. Anything to get out of this contraption," Jason replied, following
the detective's orders and looked at the pool.


After a few photos, front view, side view and ass, the detective popped the
pin which kept Jason locked in the stocks.


"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he bent backwards, falling to his knees.


"Stiff, huh?" the detective asks, looking down upon Jason.


"Would you be stiff if you were restrained as I was and scared shit of
having your ass busted wider than the opening of the Lincoln Tunnel?"


"I wasn't referring to `that' kind of stiff. I meant like in frozen
muscles?"


Jason changes attitude with a lowly, "Oh. I thought you meant... never
mind."


"Here, let me give you a hand," the detective places his hands under Jason's
pits.


Turning, first Jason was taken by the incredibly good looks, then his reply,
"I swore, if I ever got out of this I was going to thank God for the favor.
I just thanked God!"


Flipping over and sitting, the jingling chains of the ball gag fell over his
thigh.


"Here, let me assist you there," the detective reaches for the collar around
Jason's balls.


He lay on his elbows, back to the pool pavement, asking, "You got a name?"


"Uh yeah. Why?"


Jason cocked his head to the side.


The detective replies as he unsnaps the leather piece, "Mason Forrester,"
and with a wry smile, "at  your service!" With concluding words he finishes
undoing the second snap and holding the ball gag up, "Voila!"


Rubbing his balls, Jason says, "Ah-h-h... feels good not have the
circulation cut off."


"Let me know if you need any help. I'm a masseuse on the side! Oh by the
way, everybody calls me `Mac.'"


Those few words formed a large opinion in Jason's mind, him saying, "When
are the cop-hours over and the massage parlor open?"


"After we wrap up the investigation I'll lead you `right to' one?"


With an enthusiastic attitude, Jason thought it a great idea, especially
after standing there in the same position for so long. However when he stood
up, Mac carefully helping him, his upbeat mood drifted away, looking upon
the twins, cuffed and standing there with their heads bowed.


"Alright if I talk to the `prisoners'?"


"We've got a few minutes before we haul their asses out of here," Mac
replies.


Walking over to the pair, Mac right on his tail, one would think Jason was
ready to bust their chops, guts or balls, but instead, his words addressed
the two, "I'm keeping the clothes!"


Mac overlooked the slap to Garrett's right cheek, like getting fresh and
paying the price, the flat side of Jason's hand in delivering the stinging
blow. He whistled away the infringement of the law and chuckled, knowing
Garrett, hands cuffed behind him, he couldn't do a damn thing about it.


"Hey there," one of the arresting officers, not the one who busted up the
party, says to Jason.


"It's okay Frank," Mac replied to him.


"Yeah, okay," Frank said, looking to Jason after accepting Mac's short and
unexplained excuse.


"Feel better?" Mac asks Jason as the two walk away.


Eyeing up Garrett and Barrett in cuffs, from a distance, Jason says, "Not
really. I would probably feel more vindicated if I had the chance to fuck'em
over. Then again, why waste a hot load of cum on cheap shit like them!"


Smiling, it stopped Jason in his tracks, going through the wooden gate to
the driveway, Mac joking or not joking, whichever the case may be, "If it
would make you feel any better, I wouldn't mind having you waste a load of
cum on me?"


"Waste?" Jason left behind the horror story and opened up his life to a new
history, "It depends on what you have to offer?"


>From experience, Jason's learned to go from experience to experience,
whether it has involved a good or not so good outcome. Moving on from
`Garrett', he immediately leaves the past behind.


"All I can say is try me," the twenty-six year old detective says.


"The way you put it, some guy would think you mean it literally?" Jason
says, pressing his naked bod up against Mac's business suit. He also drops
his eyes, seeing the small gap in the untidy shirt collar, first button
undone and necktie slightly gapped.


"Keep putting the pressure on me," Mac juts his hips forwards for effect,
"and you'll find out soon enough!"


Backing up, Jason replies, "I think maybe we should go inside and hunt down
some clothes for me." Then hinting, "Your neighbors might call the cops and
complain about a naked man walking to the front door of your house?"


"I didn't recall inviting you to my place?"


Playing along at the cat and mouse game, Jason replies, "You didn't. I
invited myself. I hope that's alright?"


"And if it's not?"


"Let's hunt down my clothes and then you can find out for yourself
detective. That is if you are up for a hot mystery?"


Detouring, Detective Forrester paves the way for Jason to retreat to the
house. Of course Mac had to warn some of his fellow peers to keep their
attention on their work and not Jason parading through the house!


%


Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee


`THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM' may not be sold, nor made part of any
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