The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"A 'Friend' In Need" 01 (M/M authoritarian bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Dad! Daaad, you home?"
"In the den, son."
Sixteen year old, Jason Friend, had hastily walked in the front door, in search of his father.
"Have I got a guy for you and Uncle Blake, dad!"
"Hmm... from the sound of it, sounds like he's a hot one!"
"I really think this guy is, dad."
Jason takes a seat, in one of the leather chairs.
"Um, did I tell you that you could sit?"
"Oh, sorry dad," the sixteen year old apologizes, standing up.
Smiling, the forty-one year old father says, "Now you can sit, son."
"Thanks, dad."
"Now, what do you have for me, Jason?"
"Dad, Jeremy and I stopped at the beach for a swim and..."
"Oh, speaking of which, are you working on Jeremy?"
"Dad, he's my best friend."
"Yeah, okay. Continue, son."
"Remember I told you about the lifeguard they had at the beach for the summer, the stocky guy?"
"Yeah. I relayed your information to your Uncle Blake and he thought a chunky guy could entertain him."
"He left."
"You mean, termination?"
"Yes."
"Dammit! Your Uncle Blake will be soooo disappointed, son."
"Yeah, but instead, now there's this young, hispanic lifeguard."
"You don't say," Robert Friend replies, sitting more alert in his swivel desk chair, putting Uncle Blake's problem behind him.
"I know how latino's interest you dad, so I took special notes of this one."
"My type, huh?" Rob replies to his son, getting out an 8x11 notebook, turning a few pages, past some notes, already entered in the ledger. Taking a pen, he clicks the top with his thumb and readies himself for some notetaking.
"I think so, dad. There's also something about this guy that I found odd and maybe you can read into it more."
"Odd?"
"Yeah, he sat there, in the tall lifeguard's chair, with this long, red fiber-filled thing that is used to aid in rescuing a drowning victim."
"Yes? And?" Rob questions, driving his son onward, as he takes some notes.
"The thing, that helps keep him afloat, had this like black belt on it, that snaps to form a circle."
"Um, you want to get to the point."
"Oh, I am dad."
"Now don't get smart with me, young man, or I'll have your Uncle Blake deal with you!"
"Dad, I wasn't being smart, believe me. Sorry if I seemed that way."
After a few moments of thought, he replied, "Carry on."
"Anyway, while Jeremy worked on his tan, I lay there, my head up, looking at this lifeguard. I don't know if he realized he did it, or if it felt good to him, but he kept on hitting himself with the belt that was around the life buoy."
"What do you mean hitting himself?" Robert suddenly showed alertness.
Jason couldn't detect it, but as his father sat more at attention, his crotch kicked into action, at the same moment.
"He kept like, slapping himself on the chest with it. There weren't like any bugs bothering Jeremy and I."
His father began writing the information supplied, in his ledger, then spat out tons of questions, that garnered answers, all to be entered.
"How old did he look to be?"
"Um, maybe eighteen or nineteen," Jason replied.
"Height?"
"I'm not sure. He didn't stand up. I think around 5'10 or 11."
"Weight?"
"Um, maybe 170."
"What was his build like?"
"He had one of those white muscle tees on. I couldn't see his chest or abs, but he seemed lean."
"Lean, huh? How about his arms?"
"Looked to me like he worked out."
"Hmm... Could you get any indication of what size cock or balls he had?"
"Yeah and that's what made me think he got off with hitting himself, dad."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He had a pronounced bulge."
"Pronounced?" His dad questioned, wanting more facts about it, as he wrote faster.
"Let's just say, from experience, that he had to be packing at least an eight inch rod."
"Eight, you say?"
"Yeah. had to be."
"What about his balls?"
"I tried looking up his swim trunks, but couldn't see anything. Oh, other than he had hairy thighs."
"Nice!"
"Yeah, he did have hairy forearms and legs too."
"Hmm. Could be an indication that he has some nice body hair features. Did you get his name, son?"
"Yeah. It took awhile of chatting with him and..."
"You talked with him?"
"Yeah. What a manly voice, too. None of this queen stuff."
"So, what's his name?"
"Luis Gonzales."
"Lu-is Gon- is that with an 's' or 'z'?"
"I don't know."
"I'll use a 'z', until I find out. Za-les. Anything else, son?"
"Only one thing."
"What's that, son?"
"Dad, if it works out, do you think I could get a bonus, in addition to my regular pay, for this guy?"
"Getting to be a shrewdie, are we?"
"Dad, I've been helping you and Uncle Blake find guys for most of my teen life and..."
"And we've paid you well for your services, Jason."
"I know dad. I've banked all of it, too."
"Um, like I didn't have access to your records, son?"
"Yeah, okay. I forgot. After all, you 'are' my legal guardian."
"So, I hope you're thinking of going to college, like your brother, Jason."
"Oh sure, dad. Somebody's gotta keep you supplied with those college jocks!"
"That's my boy. Alright. Tell you what, son. From what you tell me, you've got me more than hot, over this Luis. If it works out for us, I'll match your regular fee, with the bonus. How's that?"
"That'd be awesome, dad."
"Tell me, did you get any time frame of when Luis gets off of his lifeguarding duties?"
"The beach closes at six, but he and the other lifeguard have to put the equipment away."
"Hmm... any possibilities for his co-worker?"
"Nah. I don't think he's material for you and Uncle Blake."
"If you say so. You and your brother have been right on the mark, most of the time."
"Thanks dad."
"And when are you going to bring Jeremy around for a visit again?"
"Dad, he's my friend, okay."
"I know, but he's also a real hottie. Looks like he could be some fun."
"Tell you what, dad."
"What?"
"When I graduate, if I can't convince Jeremy to go to the same college as me, I'll let you have him, deal?"
"Deal."
"Dad?"
"Yes, son?"
"Scott says that you let him party with you and Uncle Blake. Can I watch sometime?"
Sitting back in his swivel chair, Jason's father, clicks the end of his pen, drops the pen on the open ledger, clasps his hands behind his head and smiles.
"You know I never let Scott watch when he was your age, Jason?"
"I know dad, but I think I'm more mature than he and I'd really like to watch."
"So, you show an interest, huh?"
"Yes. In fact, I thought maybe I could have some fun with Jeremy."
"Aha! So that's it!" Rob pounds his fist on the desk. "Saving your friend for yourself, is it?"
"Dad, he's like me, sixteen. You only play with older guys."
"And what is it that you hope to achieve with Jeremy?"
"I'm not sure. We have a connection dad. Let's leave it at that, until I find out some more?"
"Very well and yes, I think I might just concede to letting you in on some of our play."
"With Luis?"
"I won't say yet, Jason. Let's see first if I can stir up some interest."
"Okay dad."
"Anything else? Any other prospects?"
"Depends."
"Oh?" Rob says, picking up the pen, clicking it open.
"Are you interested in an older guy?"
"How old are we talking here, son?"
"I think he's around thirty, thirty-five."
"Go on."
"Jeremy and I stopped at the mall today. We've been eyeing up some sneakers, at the shoe store."
"Yes?"
Rob scribbles down some light notes; 'mall - shoe store'...
"The sneakers we're interested in, we know are way overpriced."
"You've got tons of money in your savings account. What are you worried about, son?"
"Dad, I want enough money for college and if there's some leftover, then I'll be ahead of the game. Besides, I don't want to stay in the dorm."
"Then how do you suppose you're going to get me some willing victims, Jason?"
"Dad, don't worry. I will."
"Okay. Then what about the shoe store?"
"Every week we've been bugging the manager, Mr. Fields, when the sneakers are going on sale. Today there's no Mr. Fields and this new guy is the manager of the store."
"Oh? And what do you have on him?"
"Like I said, early thirties, tall, about six feet..."
"Nice."
"Right and he has darker skin, like he's arabian or something."
"Hmm, very nice indeed. What else?"
"Other than black hair and a goatee, he wears a black suit, with a white shirt and dark tie."
"Well that's a start. Got a name, yet?"
"He wasn't wearing a badge and I didn't want to push it."
"Work on him. I bet if he's mideastern, he'll be a hairy one. Keep me posted."
"Yeah, I will, dad. Maybe sometime he'll have his jacket off."
"Perhaps. At least check out his build. If his shirt is tight, at least check out his nips."
"Oh, that's one thing about Luis."
"Oh, you remember something. Hold it. Let me find 'his' page."
After turning back one page, Rob readies himself to write.
"Go ahead, son."
"Not much, other than I saw one of his nips from the side of the opening in his shirt. He had some hair around his nip, which seemed to be a dark brown color and small."
"Nice. Hairy nips, you say?"
"That one, which means the other nip probably is hairy, too."
"Sounds like fun. Wow, it's seven o'clock already."
"Busy night, dad?"
"Yes, matter of factly. Scott is setting us up with two jocks from the college. Slaveboy wannabees."
"For real?"
"Naaaah, but your Uncle Blake and I make it as realistic as possible. You know that."
"Yeah. I just wish I could see it sometime."
"Will a video camera satisfy you, son?"
"Well, it's not like the real thing, dad, but okay."
"Good. Then you can watch it from my room."
"On the big plasma screen?"
"Yep."
"You're the best, dad!"
"Um, Jason? That hugging crap?"
"Oh yeah. Sorry dad. Forgot."
"Don't let it happen again, or I'll have to deal with it."
"Yes, sir."
It used to bother Jason at first, that his father would never let him get close to him, but as time waned, so did the want. On occasions, like today, an act of thankfulness, recoiled that show of affection. In a way, that's why he became drawn to Jeremy. Another youth, in the midsts of a relationship devoid of parental love. Like Jason, money talked.
For some time now, possibly six months, Jason had been tossing around the idea of sharing his secret life with Jeremy. Somethings had normally ran the course, surfacing as the occasion has arisen. For one thing the two sixteen year olds realized is they have an attraction for one another. The gay attraction, which had become the most obvious. After school activities have already touched on the hugging and kissing subject, lying in bed with nothing but briefs. Soon and very soon, Jason thought about the briefs coming off. Secondly, Jason already has sensed the dominant factor in himself, as opposed to Jeremy's submissive behaviour and he's found that very stimulating. However, he knows that if he can't get Jeremy to join him in the same collegiate atmosphere, he might as well kiss him goodbye. Afterall, without the love of his only surviving guardian, his adoptive father, he's relied on Jeremy for that devotion and without Jeremy, he might as well start over. Part of him has already reconciled that if his boyfriend chooses not to spend the rest of his life with him, then the only deserving relationship Jeremy deserves, is the one with his father, who would welcome the goodlooking boy, added to his dad's and uncle's playground. Though it would be a hellish life, Jeremy would be well-deserving of it, if he rejected Jason. That's what Jason thought of it.
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It had been a real benefit of having a guardian and 'uncle' such as that relationship that has developed over the years. Jason kept his dad well informed of two boys that have tormented him on and off, since he was twelve. Jason figured any plans the two boys made after graduating from high school, would be made to go to waste, since they would be spending time with his dad and Uncle Blake, while paying for their iniquities.
One afternoon, after school, Jason had confronted his dad, coming up with the grandiose plan.
After opening his ledger, clicking on the pen, his dad began questioning, "So, these boys have been bullying you?"
"Yes, sir, plus other things."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Do you want me to tell you what they've done to me so far?"
"Yes, but first, their names?"
"Mark Cunningham and Pedro Villa."
It's when his dad made a big deal of Pedro, asking rightaway about his physical features, is when Jason began to realize that his dad had the hots for hispanic boys. As time went by, he also found out his father liked mideastern men, whereas Uncle Blake preferred white or asian.
"Ages?"
"I'm not sure. I think they are in eleventh grade."
"Hmm... older boys picking on my son, is it?"
"Yes, dad."
"Any stats?"
"Mark is about 5'10, Pedro, 5'9."
"Have you seen either boy barechested or naked in the school lockerroom?"
"Both. Well, I saw Mark in his briefs. He's got dark hair and it looked like the start of a nice treasure trail, from his navel, into his briefs."
"Alright and what about Pedro?" His father asked, scribbling down Mark's facts.
With a more neat, caring pace, he jotted down Pedro's itinerary, as Jason reported, "He seems to have a nicely developed, but cock, with a nice set of balls, for his age."
"Any body hair?"
"I thought I saw a few black hairs on his midchest, only because he just came out of the shower. He scratched his back once and he already had some nice pithair coming in."
"Nice... very nice. How about his pubes?"
"Other than his nice cock, which amazed me because it looked kind of long, even though he was soft."
"Long, even though he was soft?"
"Yes, that's right and his balls seemed kind of pumped for his age."
"I like the sound of that. Seems like I could get into this Pedro boy. What about the other one, Mark, is it?"
"Right. Not much else to say. Uncle Blake might be interested though. He wasn't the workout type."
"Oh? And what makes you say that your uncle would be interested, Jason?"
"Well, for one thing, he had these," Jason cupped his hands at his pecs, "nice-sized pecs and a slight gut on him."
"Hmm... I'll be sure to mention that to him. Sounds like he would have some fun working Mark's nips."
"Get's into nips, does he?"
"Oh yeah. He's big on nipclamps and piercing."
"Sounds hot."
Putting his pen down, Jason's father leans back, taking an interest in what he just picked up.
"Do I detect that you might have an interest in following in my footsteps, son?"
"Well, I haven't seen you in action yet, dad, but I do have an idea of what you and Uncle Blake do to guys."
"Someday you'll get your chance to watch, Jason."
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