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" 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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On reporting back to his spacious room, in the twelve room mansion, Jason prompted his usual reponse, before picking up the phone to dial Jeremy. After stripping down completely, he attired himself in a paisley, green thong. Only then did he punch the numbers into the telephone, setting the receiver down, so that the room would come alive, with conversation.
"Coulter residence, Charles speaking."
"Charles, Jason Friend."
"Yes, Master Friend," Charles replied, "Please wait while I summon Master Jeremy."
The first addressing always turned Jason on, forcing his hand to the matter between his legs.
"Hey, Jase, can I come over now?"
"Yeah, Jeremy and you know what to wear, right?"
"Do you want me to wear the blue thong or the red one you gave me, Jase?"
"The red one that I bought for you, at the mall."
"Cool! Are we going to do it today?"
"Get your ass over here and I'll think about it!"
"K. Bye!"
After the click and dial tone sounded, Jason made his own exit of the telephone system. Going to his closet, he pulled out of a bag, some rather thick, soft, white rope. Tonight, he hoped he would be introducing Jeremy to some hot bondage. They talked about it and the idea seemed to stimulate both young minds. However, he then took the bag to his father's room. In no time the Friend household's bell rang. As of lately, rather than covering up the thong, Jason gave Neil, their head butler, instructions to deliver Jeremy directly to the sixteen year old's room.
On the side, lately Neil has shown an interest in why the two lads have been meeting daily. It could be that they are doing homework together. While the two have been sequestered behind the closed doors, Neil, as of late, has held an empty glass to the vacant room's wall, next to Jason's and taken a listen.
"Jase, do you think I can play the top guy today?"
"But I thought you liked being on the submissive end, Jeremy?"
"I have, but I'm so sure I like being talked down to, all the time, Jase."
This seemed to throw a wrench into the machinery of the workings of Jason's brain. A sudden glitch occured.
"I don't know, Jeremy."
"I mean, if...."
Suddenly a knock came at the door. Not an unusual occurence, but rare.
"Yes?" Jason asks, throwing his robe over his shoulders.
Jeremy runs to Jason's private jon.
"Excuse me, sir?"
There, sticking his head through the door opening, is Neil.
"Neil, didn't I ask not to be disturbed?"
"I know, sir, but this is of some importance."
"Alright."
"May I come in?"
"Yes."
Rubbing his palms and on what appears to be, the nervous edge, he states, "May I be honest with you, sir?"
"I always thought you where honest, Neil."
"Yes, well.. ahem! I have overheard some things..."
"You were spying on us, Neil?"
"Spying sir?"
"Yes, like deliberately listening in to what Jeremy and I are doing?"
Jason looked more than pissed at the twenty-six year old butler.
"Deliberately?"
"Yes, deliberately, Neil?"
"I'm afraid so, sir."
Using some of his quick thinking skills, Jason sums up the opportunity at hand.
"Hey, Jeremy?"
"Yeah, Jase?"
"Come in here a sec."
At this moment in time, a change of plans takes place, which will change his relationship with Jeremy, forever.
"What's up?"
Neil almost licks his lips, seeing Jeremy dressed down to his red thong. Like incriminating himself, Jason can see all too clear the situation unraveling. Hoping he's calling the shots straight, he takes a chance, stripping off his own robe, revealing his teen body, clad only with a thong.
"I thought so."
"What are you talking about, Jase?"
"Neil here."
"What about him, Jase?"
"He's been eavesdropping on us."
"Like spying on us?"
"Tell him, Neil."
Even though he's just layed the truth on Jason, it's a bit more humiliating to tell the boy who Neil is not thoroughly acquainted with.
"I.... I, well yes, it's true. I have heard some things going on in here."
"So, why is he telling us, Jase?"
"Why? I'll tell you why. Because Neil here wants to be punished."
"Punished, Jase? How do you mean that?"
Reading Neil like a storybook novel, Jason lays out the facts.
"Deep down inside, Neil has the desire to serve."
"He's your butler."
"No, I don't mean 'that' kind of serving, Jeremy," Jason cunningly replies.
"Oh? Then how?"
Getting an idea, based on what Jeremy lay on him a few minutes back, Jason begins to elaborate.
"He wants to serve us, don't you Neil."
"Yes, sir."
"Serve us? You mean like you and I, Jase? Tops?"
"You got it. In fact, Jeremy?"
"What Jase?"
"While I'm downstairs talking to father about Neil's future employment with us, Neil here is going to be sucking your cock!"
That almost bowled Jeremy over. For Neil, it didn't faze him as anything strange. It wouldn't be the first time he's been told to suck cock. What turned him on immensely is that it would be the youngest cock he's ever sucked.
"Suck my cock? He'll do it?"
"Like, I have to hold him back? Show him, Neil."
"Yes, sir."
Jeremy's eyes followed Neil, as he crawled along the oriental rug, then stopped in front of him. Looking down, he watched as Neil's head bent down, to engage in the teen dick ordeal.
"No hands, Neil and if you want Master Jeremy's meat, peel off the thong with your teeth."
"Yes, sir."
"He's even following whatever you tell him, to the 'T', Jase."
"Of course he is, because he knows if he doesn't, he'll be punished. Isn't that right, Neil?"
"Yes, sir."
"Punished?" Jeremy says, astonished at the remark.
"Punishment is good for you, isn't it, Neil?"
"Yes, sir."
"And why is punishment good for slaveboys like you, Neil?"
"Slaveboy?" Jeremy asks.
"Sure. That's what Neil wants to really be for us, our slut... our bitch... our funtoy, don't you Neil?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sir?"
"I mean yes, sir's."
"How old are you Neil?" Jeremy questions him, himself.
"Twenty-six, sir."
"Damn! He's ten years older than us and he'll do whatever we tell him?"
"Hell yeah, Jeremy. Go ahead, order him to do something."
"I dunno."
"Anything. He'll do it."
Jeremy calls Jason's bluff, ordering Neil, "Take down my thong and lick my balls, Neil."
Next thing Jeremy notes, is Neil, his fingers taking the thin piece of material, on the sides of his torso, peeling them down his thighs.
"Oooooooooooooh shit!" Jeremy calls out, as he feels Neil's wet tongue on his ballsacs.
"One problem, though."
"What's that Jase?" Jeremy inquires, as he feels a wet tongue of his midteen balls.
"Neil was ordered to use his teeth to peel your thong off. He used his fingers. Your call on the punishment, Jeremy."
"Are you for real, Jase?"
"Of course. Don't you want our bitch to behave himself?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"The only thing he understands is pain. Isn't that right, Neil?"
"Yes, Sir."
Jason is getting off on many things; a grown man licking a sixteen year old's ballsacs, two his friend's and three, doing it willingly, like an obedient slaveboy. However, he has to take a break, while he goes and chats with his father.
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"Dad, you busy?"
"Son, you know to knock before entering."
"Sorry Dad, but this is important."
"Now, what if I was in bed with a certain young man, what would you say to that?"
"Um, something like, 'may I join you'?"
"Hmm... being a wiseguy again, are we?"
"Dad, I have something important to talk to you about," Jason was quick to change the subject.
As he talked with his father, his sight scanned the leather clad man, taking in the long, chaps, boots, harness and when his dad bent over, his ass in view, he saw the handcuff pouch at the back. His dad asked if he showed an interest, well now he was sure of his interests.
"So?"
"Oh yeah. Dad, Jeremy and I had been in my room chatting and Neil showed up."
"Yes, and?"
"Well first, when Jeremy came in, he wanted know if he could top me."
"Top 'you'? I hope you punished him for that, Jason."
"No."
"No? And why not? The audacity..."
"Father, can you listen to me for once?"
"I'm listening," his dad said, fastening a leather strap to his beltline.
"Dad, I'm kind of entertained by the thought that Jeremy wants to top. In fact it would be fun to have another guy top with me, like you and Uncle Blake."
"I see and then I suppose you want me to give you one of our boys to play with?"
"No. I want Neil, to play with."
"Neil? Out of the question. Neil is paying off a long term debt."
"How much?"
"How much what?"
"How much would it cost to buy him off of you?"
His father chortled, then asked, "How much do you think he's worth?"
"I don't know, dad. I have no idea of what his resilience is to pain or anything about him."
"I can tell you this, son, his debt is enough that he's indentured to me for the next thirty years."
"Oh. So I guess that would make him expensive."
His own father saw the ray of hope, that his son would be having the satisfaction of ruling a man, older than himself. In a way, he grew entertained by the thought of seeing Neil ruled by two sixteen year old's. He also found that since his son's handsome friend had crossed over to 'the dark side', that it might be hot to see him decked out in some leather garb. So, like never in the history of his life with his son, he stepped entirely out of character.
"Y'know I've never given you much of anything, except money, son."
"That's okay, dad. I have a lot in the bank."
"I know that, but a father should at least give his son something to show that he cares. I've never even given you a birthday gift."
"I know dad."
"So, to make up for all those 'birthdays', son, I'm giving you Neil."
"You're what?.... Wait! I don't think I heard correctly. Can you say that again?"
Jason's surprise drew some humor from his father, whom laughed out loud, but repeated his generousity.
"I'm 'giving' 'you', Neil."
"That's what I thought you said. When is he mine?"
"Whenever you say. Would right now be convenient?"
"Oh very. Thanks dad."
"Um, the hands, son?"
"Oops! Sorry. Did it again dad."
"Hmm... Now there is one stipulation."
"Oh? And what's that dad?"
"I need to have one evening alone with Neil."
"In your bed or?"
"With your Uncle Blake, but we don't need a bed to play with his ass."
"You're not going to hurt Neil too much, are you dad?"
"Nothing permanent, I can assure you son, but he will be feeling a great deal of pain when we're done with him."
"When is this going to come about?"
"Whenever you decide, Jason, but sometime this week, since for the next two following weeks, we're booked solid."
"Can Jeremy and I participate?"
Rob Friend thought briefly over this. Yeah, he'd like to see Jason's hot looking friend play along.
"Sure. I think it's about time you had a live session with me and since it's Neil who'll be our 'guest of honor', I don't see any harm in it."
"Just not tonight, dad. We want to play with him."
"You're welcome to use any of my toys."
"I have my bag all set, dad."
"So I saw. Kind of inferior assortment."
"I know. It's all of your's and Uncle Blake's rejects."
"Your Uncle Blake is a toy fanatic. He may use a buttplug once and toss it."
"Yeah, I guessed that much. I don't believe how many sets of nipclamps I've found in the trash and buttplugs, geesh!"
His father laughed again, knowing all too well Blake's spending habits, where no expense was too great for a hot torturing device.
Reaching around his back, he held in his hand a little pouch, saying, "Here, take these. Might be fun for tonight."
Jason reached out, as his father dropped the pouch, containing the steel handcuffs.
"Are you sure you can get along without them, dad?"
"Sure. It's more fun to string up college jocks with leather cuffs, anyways."
"Cool. Thanks, dad."
"Well, I've got to be going. Your brother will be showing up with his bounty soon."
"Hey thanks dad."
"Make me proud of you, son."
"Oooh, you will be, dad."
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Meanwhile, entering the estate, two college jocks nervously sit in the back seat of Scott Friend's car.
"You guys ready for a hot time tonight?"
"Are you sure this is safe, Scott?"
"Sure I'm sure, Troy."
"And they use safewords?"
"Don't worry Juan. They play real safe."
Troy asks, "And they like torturing balls?"
"They like torturing, period. If you want to change your minds, now is the time, guys."
The nineteen and twenty year olds assured Scott that they wanted to stick with the rendezvous. The bulge in their pants would assure anyone of their wants and needs.
"Have you got the money?"
"Troy has it."
"When you get inside, you'll pay me."
"This is really breaking me, so we better have a good time."
"That depends on you, Troy," Scott relates to him.
Juan, more the nervous one, badgers, "I hope they really do respect limits."
"If you're going to give in at the first pinch of a nip, Juan, you might as well forget it!"
"Oh, I can take a great deal of pain. I'm only making sure."
Troy says sarcastically, "If you can take a lot of pain, then you shouldn't ever bother with safewords, Juan. Tell them you have no limits."
"Fuck that!" Juan told Troy off, yet he did have this tiny desire to claim the 'no limits' statute, as a dare to himself.
Both had a precious few minutes to think about what they wanted to do, as Scott neared the mansion, with his vehicle.
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"What did he say?"
"Neil is all ours, Jeremy."
"For how long? A couple of hours?"
"No, matter of factly."
All these buttons began going off in Jason's mind. He wondered how far he could take Neil, deciding to see what his limits to wild ideas, would prevail.
"All night?"
"No, longer than that."
"Tomorrow too?"
"Oh, much longer than that."
Each time Jason led Jeremy on, Neil would look hornier and hornier.
"I grant you freedom of speech, Neil."
"Yes, sir."
"Do you find us attractive?"
"Oh yes. Very much so, sir...sirs."
"I've learned that you have the next thirty years of indentured labor, to serve out your debt to my father."
"Yes, that is correct sir."
"There's been an alteration of that deal."
"Oh, sir?"
"Yes. Instead of serving out my father, your indebtedness has been transferred to me."
"You sir?"
According to Jason, as well as Jeremy, Neil didn't show any acts of remorsefulness. The fact of the matter, his whole outlook lit up.
"Yes, that's right and I've also decided that you will be going to college with us, Neil."
"To college sir?"
"To college, Jase?" Jeremy even questioned, then raised a further doubt, "Um, I wasn't planning on going to the same college as you, Jase."
"Here, let me see if I can help you change your mind, Jeremy."
Neil watched Jason cross in from of him. Since Neil had already been on his knees, in front of Jeremy, wetting down his balls, he knelt there, just inches from the two, as Jason pressed his barechest against Jeremy, making a connection with his lips.
"Are you like saying you love me, Jason?"
"I've never liked or loved anyone before in my life, Jeremy, but I know I'm liking you a lot."
"I think I feel the same, Jase."
"You do? How come you didn't say anything, Jeremy?"
"I'm shy. How come you didn't tell me, Jase?"
"The same, I suppose."
Neil smiled, watching the two sixteen year old's holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. At first he thought it awesome that he wanted to service a couple of real young guys, but through a feeling of empathy, he now felt more drawn to these two than ever imagined.
"Sirs?"
Waiting patiently, Neil watched, as the two became more familiar with the concept of kissing.
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