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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 15 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Xeno! What the fuck are you doing?!"
Everyone was all over Xeno, not literally, but in complaining about something he was doing.
"What?" he says innocently, cancerstick hanging from his lips, ready to light up. Taking it out for a moment, "It relaxes me."
With rightful audacity intended, Kev Fitzgerald grabs not only the single cigarette out of Xeno's fingers, but lighter and the whole pack, confiscating them with warning, "Don't you know these can kill you?"
It went into a whole thing about Xeno finding relaxation. After all the physical part of their day had passed, which kept Xeno's mind off of things, he did have some reservations over whether his trouble with the headmaster was finished, especially since his father lay in the balance of power, where Hawkins was concerned.
Accidentally shedding light on his guarded secret, Kev, who very well is aware of the Saturday night get togethers, shields Xeno from the barrage of questioning from the others, "I got it under control, guys?"
Shortly thereafter, seeing the afternoon unwind, Xeno leaves his car keys for Jason to get back to campus, Xeno going off with Kev in his SUV.
Having experienced the Saturday night events 2 times, first wrestling with a dude he thought totally unprepared to fight, then next intentions, lined up to combat the 38-year old twins, Gio and Antonio Vespucci, only to have them as a `no-show', forfeiting their entrance fee, Kev almost psychically knew whey Xeno could be panicked, when thinking about it.
It's Xeno's words of warning, "You are lucky they did not show up. They can be brutal."
"Yeah," Kev says with a breath of fresh air, "I love brutality!"
"I don't doubt it for one minute," Xeno renders, having wrestled around in the grass, naked, with Kev, the two getting carried away until Kev pulls a sneaky one, grabbing Xeno's balls and acting like a cockring, gives his globes a hearty pull!
"What on earth do you mean, Xeno?"
"You know. You almost pulled my balls off!"
"It was only a gentle pull," Kev refutes.
"Then I hate to feel it when you pull hard!"
At the stop sign, Kev says sheepishly, "I guess I'll have to make it up to you, huh?"
Coining a phrase he's heard, though not sure where from, Xeno says, "Maybe later."
Driving on, they see a guy outside his car, bent over, ass facing straight towards them, apparently the dude is inspecting a tire.
"I think we should stop and help!" Kev assesses instantly, pulling his SUV over in front of the midsize car.
Joking right along with Kev, Xeno says, "I know exactly how I can help!"
However, with total surprise, they find out it is, "Dean Martin!" Xeno calls out his name.
"Oh hi, guys," the dean replies.
"What is your problem?" Kev asks, watching Xeno bend over to look at the tire.
His ass was facing the dean of Manfredi, which probably gave off quite a chill. After all, it wasn't his shorts he wore, but borrowed. Not only big-boned anatomy, but big-bonered, even before achieving big-boner status, what pull Xeno had on the front, compensated by filling up the rear!
Kev only smiled, watching Dean Martin check out the `tire' with Xeno. Snagged, he immediately draws up an alibi, "Hey, I'm Kev Fitzgerald, from the university?"
"Oh hi," Dean Martin takes his hand and shakes it.
Going right back to addressing Xeno, Kev knew where the dean's interest lay!
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Back at the pond, an insatiable desire for pizza drove `the boys' from the Leeds estate.
Again, in the kitchen, from the pizza leftovers, unsuitable for another teen gathering, Kevin says, "You don't have to do that, Jordan!"
"Deja vu!"
"What?" Kevin questions, helping to dump the trash.
"Deja vu. You know, when you think you've heard something someone says in duplicity?" Jordan rationalizes.
"I suppose," Kevin replies.
With only trash to deal with, cleaned up, Jordan asks, "So, what are your plans for tonight?"
Short and sweet, Kevin renders, "You?!"
"I got an idea!" Jordan says gingerly.
"What?" Kevin stands hopeful.
"Why don't you give me the royal tour of the museum, ending with the bedroom?"
"I got a better idea!"
"What?" Jordan asks.
"Why don't we skip the tour?"
In Jordan's eyes, Kevin was being so sweet, how could he refuse, "Uh, sure, but how about a nice, long, hot shower first?"
"Nice and long, sure, but `hot' would depend on you!"
Climbing the stairs, Kevin leading, Jordan says, "Unless I get the cold shoulder?"
A tease at power-play, Kevin replies, "I would much rather you have my hot balls?"
"Sure," Jordan says agreeably, "no problem. Don't mind at all playing with your balls while you're sucking my cock!"
Skipping the shower, going right for the sheets, neither minded the smell of chlorine. Soon enough it would dissipate, taken over by the throes of manly sex!
They were oblivious to the sun dropping below the horizon and the room becoming dark, feeling their way through the bedroom activity.
With Kevin flat on his back, he figured Jordan would take the hint. All due intentions, it seemed to be working, their kissing, Jordan breaking off, licking his lightly haired chest, running a tongue along the ridge of each pec, tongue teasing only one nub before slipping lower.
He got his cock tongued, but smiled when a pair of balls dropped in like parachutes, touching his lips, Kevin laughing at almost getting his eye socket punched out by the tip of Jordan's cock!
"What's so funny!" Jordan says, taking it personal by squatting down, dropping his flank, cock and balls smothering Kevin!
Sliding out a little bit, or else the prospect of being asphyxiated, Kevin says, "You damn near cancelled the rest of our evening, you know?"
"Sorry `bout that!" Jordan, without meaning it.
"Well, maybe," Kevin babies, "if you give me a nice blowjob I'll think about forgiving you!"
"Oh really? You make me feel so repentant, Kevin."
Turning right around, Jordan hits Kevin in the head with his cock and balls before dismounting, standing, then repositioning himself on Kevin's stomach.
"Glad you see it my way," Kevin says cheerfully, expecting the 24-year old to slide down his legs and begin a proper cock-sucking.
Next thing he knows, instead of Jordan going down, he's pushed up on his hands, pivoting his ass on his chest!
"I kind of like this position myself," Jordan's cock tip hits Kevin in the chin!
"Hey, lemme out!" Kevin rocks Jordan back and forth as a result of his arms pinned to his sides by a pair of knees.
Everything said was in jest, Jordan continuing the slur of wording, "Why, when I've got you right where I want you!"
They both knew, Kevin being in rock-solid physical condition would have no problem moving his bod so he could topple Jordan off onto the floor.
"Hey! I can't get loose!" he said the opposite of what he could really enforce, motioning his arms in a struggling manner, Kevin causing minimal sea-rocking.
Inching his ass up, Jordan's cock tipped the scale, leaning on Kevin's bottom lip, "Open wide now!"
He was accommodating Jordan, giving in...
"Timb'r-r-r-r-r-r-r!" Jordan careens to his left.
"I'm free!" Kevin holds his hands up in front of himself. Turning his head to the starboard side, "You had me right where you wanted me. Why'd you stop?"
"Because," Jordan turns his head towards the 28-year old professor, "I wasn't where `you' wanted me to be!"
"Huh," Kevin sums up, unraveling his arm, which falls right behind Jordan's head, picked up to allow it to become his pillow, "I think maybe the problem is, we're trying too hard."
"Could be. Know what?"
"What?"
"I'm still hard!"
To attest to it, Jordan just had to fold his hand around his own stiff 7.5c., show it off!
"Oh. I'm soft," Kevin likewise picks up the head of his cock, stretches it out and lets it keel over onto his balls.
"Oh really?" Jordan pushes up and launches himself, whereas he is looking down on Kevin's pubes, "It wasn't soft when I was sucking it!" he looks at Kevin.
"That's because you stopped sucking it, stoopid!"
"Y'know," he flops back down, but turns on his side, starts kneading the hair right below Kevin's navel, "no one's ever complimented me on cock sucking before?"
Kevin asks, point blank, carrying on their everyday, ordinary conversation, "Well, how many cocks have you sucked?"
"Yours!"
"Oh that's right. You're a top. You only fuck guys."
"Time out," Jordan, slips a finger into Kevin's navel.
"Feels good."
Overriding Kevin's comment, Jordan says, "I only fucked one guy and I don't consider him a statistic."
"Your little brother?" Kevin guesses.
"I don't have a little brother, but you're close."
Thinking it `in-family', Kevin ventures outside the circle, "Your landscaper's cousin-Carlos from Brazil, who's a cable guy?"
Lying back down, Jordan gets serious, all the fun taken out of him from just remembering.
Sensing this, Kevin packs it in and turns on his side, trading off the feeling up of trails, "The doctor's in."
"Could get mushy," Jordan says with sentimental feelings.
"Hold it a second!"
Jumping out of bed, Kevin unhooks the lever holding the wooden slats of window covering closed. He opens them to a view of the lighted swimming pool, stating as he crawls over Jordan, "I've got the best room in the house for unloading stories!"
"You almost crushed my nuts," Jordan says.
"I'm sure I would've heard about it. Now," he gets comfy, sliding an arm under Jordan's neck, around to the other shoulder.
Bringing their bods closer, Jordan asks, regarding his left arm, "What do I do with this?" he holds it up, silhouetted against the bare amount of light streaming in.
"Put it here," Kevin plops Jordan's hand down on his cock and balls, "not," removing them, saying, "I dunno. Where do you want to put it?"
Instead, Jordan repositions his bod whereas they almost are hugging each other. Reaching over, Kevin readjusts the pillow to be at Jordan's back, "In case you decide to make a run for it!"
"I don't think so," Jordan says. "So far I don't mind being your prisoner."
They hesitate for a few short seconds.
For Jordan, he waits, to be sure Kevin wants to hear his woes.
Kevin, he figures Jordan will start it up, but finds himself leading out, "Okay, so what's up?"
In another frame of mind this would be key enough to get sex restarted, however in a mood of his own, Jordan replies, "First cock I sucked was my brother's friend."
As per Jordan's recollection, his was out only to his older brother, at the time himself 18-years old, a senior in high school. He and his brother, 3 years older, was at the university, but it was spring break.
"He, Jared, that's my brother, came home with a buddy, Michael...
To make a short story long, Jared, the only living soul who knew his brother was gay, had promised his buddy Michael, he could explore his sexuality, using his younger sibling as a `guinea-pig'.
A person first has to understand the relationship between Jared and Jordan. Both heirs to a prize worthy of royalty, they had grown up under the wing of a one-parental perch. Their mother had succumbed to cancer, Jordan still a toddler. At first he believed the story of her still being in the hospital, but when she didn't come home for a very long time, it wasn't his father, but rather his mother's sister, Lila, dropping the wrecking ball.
Really, his Aunt Lila was more of a mother to him, than his dad was a father.
However, there was no parental leadership where Jared was concerned. He more took to listening to friends, rather than anyone who resembled a parental figure in his life. This got him into trouble, often.
Their father, distancing himself from home-life, had hired a nanny.
Deemed by Jordan as `okay', he had a tough time relating to someone whose vocabulary encompassed that of French Canadian. Not slighting the woman, who made sure, along with the house staff, everything was run like a household should go, but more than a childhood, at time Jordan felt like he was in a prison.
Likewise, finding he only had an attraction towards males, he felt it better to keep his secret hidden. The only person he could confide in, later he found was not the ideal one, his older brother.
It didn't matter to anyone on the home-front he was gay, but as kids in school did, there became a division on who liked him and the bullies.
Anything he or Jared wanted, they first had to put it through to their dad, so in reality, the father did play a part in Jordan's raising, even though long distance. It was hearsay, his father having an apartment in Montreal and a mistress. Whether it was so or not, as time passed, the only recollection Jordan had of his father were pictures, a scarce few at that.
At age eleven, it was out, from their house, to the school, he was gay. To some it didn't matter, however there were some whom to be gay, was the wrong decision a person could make, strengthened by prejudicial upbringing or religious intention. It's why Jordan, in the middle of his eleventh year, took up karate, which was an approved expense by his father.
Always asking for things, like this or videos on ornithology, Rosanna Stone language courses, things which pertained to education, made Jordan proud of himself.
On the other side of the coin, Jordan considered his brother's life a waste. They had separate rooms. Never had Jordan ventured past the door frame of Jared's room. It was always gloomy, with the blinds down. Posters of evil rock bands were pasted on the walls. He thought, if their father ever saw this, Jared would be made to take it down.
Contrary to all this, Jordan ran an immaculate room. Even though a house `mother' was established, to clean his room, beyond vacuuming, Jordan did all the fine tuning himself. He liked doing it, because sometimes there wasn't much to do.
He was never jealous of his brother, yet thought it to be the case with Jared, jealous of him, not because he was a better person, only treated far better by their father.
At age sixteen, Jordan watched as the house servants, with the police standing in the foyer of house, officially evict Jared, casting him out with luggage, Gerard, the house manager, packed.
It was at this time Gerard, who in Jordan's opinion was about 35-years old, was bad at guessing guy-stats, sat him down and lectured him on the panorama of Jared's life and how it got him to be tossed out on his ass.
"Your father, all these years has left it on the judgement of the household to see you boys through your growing up."
Feeling it a good lead in, Jordan inquires, "Why does father hate us so much that he doesn't want to be around us?"
He thought it deep', Gerard telling about him being born and in essence, "The man you call father, is really your step-father'. If you want to know who your real father is," Gerard assumed would be Jordan's next question, "I cannot tell you that. No one can. He made your mother pregnant, while still married to your stepfather, then left. I'm sorry to say, this one fact has kept him distant."
At sixteen, Jordan had friends, but none which he could really share things, except Gerard, "I don't know what to say, other than, if it were me and my son..." he broke down.
Sitting in the parlor, Gerard put his arm around Jordan, the 16-year old shedding tears over what he didn't a terrible misfortune, surrendering to, "I guess this makes me an orphan."
Giving Jordan a shoulder hug, Gerard relays, "Just remember that every staff member here in the house, thinks the world of you."
It's then, do or die, Jordan confides, "Gerard, I don't know if this is going to make a difference, but," he clams up.
"Tell me anything you like. I guarantee it will not make me like you any less."
"Gerard, I'm gay," he trailed off his words.
Casually, meant to add some humor, Gerard replies, "Oh shit, pardon me, but you sound worse than when I came out to my mother!"
"You're gay?" Second thought, "Did your mother still... love you?"
"That she did and at 17-years old," incidentally, "was wondering why I didn't invite any girls to go out!"
Spoken sincerely, casually, a twist of humor added, it made Jordan feel relaxed, "Thanks, Gerard."
"Anytime... Anytime at all you need a listening ear!"
Kevin jumps the gun, "If your brother was thrown out of the house, how did he get back in?"
"This might sound ludicrous, but I invited him back in, not that I didn't take it up with Gerard I wished to see him, have him as a house guest."
"Nothing wrong with that. After all, it's not that you had a beef with Jared. It was your father's will he leave?"
"Yes, but in a way I wasn't totally sorry he wasn't there. He was kind of weird and always trying to get me to smoke some weed with him. I'm not into that."
For a moment, it's a thing the two agree on, but anxious to hear the punchline of Jordan's story, "So I take it you're building up to the part when Jared came home?"
"Yeah," Jordan sighs, a low tone, just as if it were last spring, after turning eighteen, spring break, when Jared sprung through the front door. "I should have stopped it right then. You should see how much of a jerk Jared was. He sneered at everyone who worked in the house. I especially was mad at him for the way he treated Gerard, yet I commended Gerard on putting up with Jared's homophobic behavior."
"But didn't he have a gay buddy with him?"
"Right," Jordan details, "Michael. I don't condemn Michael for anything, except being an innocent pawn in the game between my brother and his girlfriend. Little did I know the real reason Jared wanted to visit with me and not which he missed me."
"Why don't I feel surprised?" Kevin replies, still running his hands over Jordan's bod, in comforting.
"I should have saw the signs myself, but I think I was just gullible."
"Like, I've been there myself a few times!" Kevin lightens up on the situation.
"Well, to make a long story short, Jared and his girlfriend placed actual bets that he could get me to fuck Michael within 2 hours of us meeting."
"Oh, so that's what happened?"
"No. The thing is, they all knew, leaving me in the dark."
"Michael knew?"
"Yes, but Jared and his girlfriend didn't know that Michael knew."
"The plot thickens," Kevin apologized shortly thereafter for making light of Jordan's serious story.
"There's not much else to tell, other than, when Jared went to the jon to take a leak, Michael quickly filled me in on the scheme. Jared was to stand winning a hundred bucks if I fucked Michael in two hours. His girlfriend would win, if I didn't fuck Michael at all or after two hours."
"You fucked Michael after the two hours, I take it?" Kevin goes on speculation of Jordan not too fond of the deceitful nature of his brother's homecoming.
At this point, Jordan leads to smiling, "Oh much later. You see, Gerard smelled something cooking in my room, which his suspicions led to drugs. He kicked Jared's ass out the front door, saying if he ever returned he would make sure our father deported him."
"Deported?" Kevin questions.
"Hey, we're Canadian citizens, but Jared, he's so stupid, he wouldn't know the difference!"
It cleared the air for some laughter, Kevin asking, "But what of Michael."
"I defended him, told Gerard he was sweet."
Jumping the gun, Kevin says, "But he wasn't?"
"No. I mean yes. He was. I enjoyed his company after Jared got the boot. We both got to know each other."
"But you were `made' to fuck him?"
Again Jordan smiles, "Yeah, somewhat."
It made Kevin cock one eye, enough to question, squint his eyes.
"Gerard came back to my room. He wondered about Michael, asking, `What do we do about you?' meaning Michael. I told Gerard Michael was okay. Michael even acted okay."
Kevin asks, "But he wasn't okay?"
"Yeah, he was, okay', and we got along okay. The whole thing was... Not something real terrible, but he wanted to take back to his sister that he was fucked', but over the two hour limit."
"But she had stated it didn't matter, as long as Michael was fucked within two hours?" Kevin pointed out, on the contrary.
"Truth is, I wanted to fuck Michael."
"Aha!" Kevin gets to the bottom of it.
"But not under these circumstances."
"Of course," Kevin sided with him.
"I didn't want to, but I did."
"Sounds a little metaphoric. Want to clear that up?"
Jordan responds, "Y'see, what I found out, Gerard kept coming back to the room, seeing how we were doing, or offering us some glasses of lemonade. I didn't notice until he asked if Michael was staying for dinner, but the two scoped each other out, lasting a little too long!"
"Oh my!" Kevin replies, guessing where this was going to.
"Right. You have to know, Michael was three years older than me. Probably Gerard was a lot bigger fish to catch!"
"I betcha he was bigger than a ten inch minnow, too!"
"More like eight."
"Oh no! You brought out the ruler?" Kevin jokes.
"Kevin, I've never seen Gerard without clothes on, until Michael took them off of him. Stealth bod!" Jordan comments.
"All the way down to the southern exposure, I take it?"
"Yeah, that too!"
"So, tell me the gritty details. I feel a hardon coming up!" Kevin jokes.
"Need some help?" Jordan says, wrapping a hand around Kevin's cock.
"Whatever's your pleasure!" he returns the favor!
"It was like a porn movie right there in my bedroom, Gerard stripping Michael. He was really beautiful. Lots of hair on his pecs and stomach."
"Like'em hairy, do ya?"
"Yeah, especially here," Jordan says, tickling under Kevin's balls.
"Stop! I don't want to be the cause of wetting the bed!"
"Can we finish this, so I can finish you?" Jordan gives Kevin a stroke.
"Careful," Kevin cautions.
"I wouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have done it, but it was Gerard, after he fucked Michael, encouraged me slide into his ass. It was all fixed..."
"Fixed?"
"I guess `prepared' would be a better usage, I meant Michael's ass was all lubed up from Gerard. It was Gerard's hand which lubed me up, kept me hard until I hit battering ram condition and then the rest is history. Felt good," typical, "nice and warm and... I can't wait till you give me the okay!"
Evading the issue, Kevin says, "So, that's your `force-fucked' story?"
"Yeah, considering I was coaxed along by Gerard, I don't really look at it as a very willing experience. Opportunity presented itself and being I was a young adolescent, barely beyond puberty, I took the plunge!"
"So... I take it I'm to be man-fucked number two?" Kevin replies.
"No."
"No?"
"Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. Not until we both agree, due to something like... whatever, then that's when it will happen."
"Hmm," Kevin mulls it over in the split moonlight-pool lighted room.
"What's on your mind?"
"Fucking you."
Reiterating, Jordan asks, "What's really on your mind?"
"I was thinking of hiring someone to make sure my kitchen stays clean. Of course this would be a live-in position?"
"Hmm, I think Gerard's available. After I left for college I hear the house staff got whittled down to next to nothing?" Jordan replies.
Being frank, Kevin says, "I want your ass, not Gerard's!"
"Stalemate!" Jordan calls out.
"Okay," Kevin compromises, "I'll take Gerard's ass. You can watch and if I feel compelled I'll lube you up and you can drill Gerard, thinking it's me!"
Call it coincidence, a week after Jordan moved in with Kevin, Jordan got a text from Gerard. Still unemployed!
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Even though Jason had a photographic mind when it came to remembering important things; class schedule at Manfredi, beginning tomorrow, major things, like which treasure trail belonged to what guy... When passing down main street of town, it stood as a reminder, the tables in front of the bakery. On the return trip, after passing the same scenario, it really irked him. So much, Jason felt compelled to make the call.
Just as eager to get to know each other, Ian finding out a few basics about Jason, rich kid from a disconcerted family, combined his talents and interests to set up a side business for himself. He didn't need the loot, but his father was always pushing him to be involved in a business venture and since he didn't really have much interest in sports, except visual' games, like guys playing beach volleyball or surfing and swimming, as a spectator, he developed quite a basic business, a controlled environment of selling himself'.
Confidentiality was key to his business, as with shacking up with one of his father's business associates on occasion, when Jason needed room to chill out.
While chowing down pizza, Jason wanted to boast about his experiences with men, but because of his own privacy code, he just couldn't. Instead, he drew off of those sexual encounters, using various high school settings, a lie, but only a half-lie, because it really happened; the sucking, fucking, kinky stuff, but the places changed to protect his business associates' reputations. However, since one of his weekend business contacts' had moved away and as he found out, had passed away under sketchy circumstances, he felt okay using the real identity.
Ian capitalizes on one of those comments, "You allowed one of the guys in your class to tie you down to the bed, Jason? Wow! You've got balls!"
It was a good lead in, Jason laughing it off, "I sure did and trust me, he made the most of them!" Then, with different attitude, Jason admits, "It didn't always go that way. I can bend the other way too!"
"Bend?"
"I know how to tie knots too!"
After Xeno and Kev goaded him on, Jason went on to tell the reasons his `high school friend' aka, the cop, Marco Ponti, who pulled him over for speeding and after chatting with Jason, suggested a way he could beat his ticket.
He was good at telling wild stories, prompted by answering his father, when asked `What did you do today?' As with his friends right now, Jason had to fabricate a tale of meeting up with a dude.
His story about getting tied to a chair wasn't too untruthful, only it had been Officer Ponti, who after they were alone in the motel room, had Jason tie `him' to the chair.
Coupled with the effects of his own past life and seeing too many law and order, or disorder, movies, he had often jerked off to scenes in his mind, fantasies involving being rendered helpless to a tough-minded thug.
Well, Jason didn't exactly fit the mold of thug', but he could conjure up an image of what one could be like. It's that first of two times he met up with Officer Ponti'.
First time, after checking into the motel, Marco Ponti found out it was the first time Jason had been involved in mixing bondage and sex, with a little sadism and masochism thrown in for fun!
"Like how does it go?" Jason asks, revealing his ignorance of the fantasy play.
"Well..." Marco's voice trailed off, setting the duffle bag on the bed, "You have all of this to work with."
First thing to come out of Marco's toy bag was a length of clothesline.
Giggling off his nervousness, Jason says, "Oh that reminds me. I need to do laundry tomorrow!" He didn't really. All he had to do is make sure his dirty clothes made it to the hamper and one of the house staff took care of returning it to him, placing it in his bureau drawers.
Marco smiled, but his loins were eager to get on with it, setting out some more things; ball stretcher, a leather cuffing device with a trio of chains hanging from it.
Picking it up from where Marco tosses it on the bed, Jason fashions it so he is wearing it like a headpiece, chain over his head, the ball-catcher part sitting on his curly locks like a donut.
"Do I look like a Spartan?"
Again, Marco was patient. After all, Jason was only eighteen years old and this was his first exposure to something kinky.
It took all of fifteen minutes for Marco to explain some basic things, some concerning the items on the bed.
When it came time for their game-playing to begin, Jason inquires, "Um, like how am supposed to-o-o-o," he scans the bed, choosing the clamps with a chain attached, "fasten these to your nips if you've got your shirt on?"
Marco had explained he wanted to sit in the chair, in full uniform and have his hands cuffed behind the ladder-back of the chair, responding to the question, "Tear my shirt open."
"Tear your shirt open?" Jason asks, thinking what a dumb thing to do, ruin a perfectly good shirt, especially part of his uniform.
Explaining it was an older shirt, saved especially for a chance meeting up such as this, Marco renders, "Tear the buttons right off and then push it over my shoulders. Pull it right out of my pants. I don't care if you hear buttons popping off all over the place."
"I don't get it. What's the thrill?"
Painting the scenario, Marco replies, "A 42-year old cop gets owned by a teen, who has been harassed numerous times, takes the law into his own hands and gets even. Ruthless, you don't care how tough you can be on me. Hurt me."
"Hurt you?" Jason jumped alive. "But I can't hurt you. I can't hurt anyone!"
It took further explaining, Jason learning a heap about the world of fantasy roleplaying, the meaning of the words, bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism' and ways he never dreamed possible for a man to get hard to the point where he didn't have to touch himself in order for him to leak enough precum, it would look like he came!'
"Think you can pull it off?" Marco asks.
"I dunno. Maybe."
"You understand the `rules' of the game?"
Replying the affirmative, Jason asks, "What's with the safe word thing?"
"We both agree on a word, if it gets too intense, when I mention the word, we stop. Plain and simple."
Not sure of any of this, Jason says, "You pick it."
"Have mercy, sir."
"Sir?" Jason laughs his ass off, "I'm like thirty years younger than you and you're calling me a `sir'?"
Marco goes on to explain, in fantasy roleplaying, people can assume ages or if they chose, different time periods, roles which would reflect things corresponding with historical dates.
Not sure about any of this, the acting part did fascinate Jason, thinking if he could pull this off, which drew on his desire to get started, maybe he could jumpstart a new career!
Wanting to feel metal around his wrists, true desire to feel incapacitated, the dark-haired Italian says, "You will have total control over me."
"I thought I already did!" Jason laughs. In reality, he felt he was in control the moment Officer Ponti surrendered his own handcuffs to him.
However, more so when Marco parked his ass in the wooden chair, one hand and then the other around the back, snapping the cuffs around his wrist, with commenting, "This feels really weird."
"To you, yeah, but for me..." it made Marco smile, "I'm already feeling it in my pants!"
It then dawns on Jason, he was copacetic with use the clamps on Marco's nips, with tearing shirt off, but the contraption put around his nuts, "Speaking of pants, I guess they need to come off too?"
Marco lets on, "I'm already kind of big. Wait till you get a choke hold on my balls with the gag. They will look like they are even bigger!"
"Got a quickie question?" He stands before Marco, incapacitated, "Will it make your cock bigger?"
"It's already getting there and... It's torture already for it to be in an area not made for expansion?"
Giving Jason two things to think about, he found Marco's answer comical, but bit his lip, wondering how big was `big,' "Would be interesting to see the explosion when I lower your zipper!"
Both on edge, since Marco wanted his shirt ripped open, Jason proceeds to do that. Finding the fabric a tough-tear, he had to really apply some bicep muscle.
"Like what you see?"
Jason, remembering on a rule Marco specified, "I thought you said you couldn't talk unless I allowed you?"
"Right, which means you have to punish me."
Jason jokes, "Like, I don't have a jail cell handy, so can't lock you up?"
"Slap me."
"Huh?" Jason replies, dumbfounded first, because it sounded like he didn't want to hear it sound, "Slap you?"
In explanation, the police officer states, "I've always had this urge to have the belt ripped from the loops of my pant and used on me, too. So it's up to you?"
Suggestion was equated with Marco tutoring Jason, him replying, "But you said `slap you'."
He did say slap, but meant, "Uh yeah, I did, but what I would really like is, if you slap my chest with my belt. Target my nips. They're real sensitive."
It's the first time Jason ever `beeped' a guy, "You mean these?" He laughed his ass off, but could swear, coupled with his captive's euphoric response, a small earthquake occurred in the crack of his legs.
Then again, Jason started feeling horny himself and since the invitation was already extended, began to unbuckle Marco's pants.
Responding to his suggestion, Marco thought he was in for it, one of his wildest desires about to come true, feeling the sting of his belt on his nips.
However, finding himself responding to Jason's need to get his pants down, he presses his feet to the floor in order for Jason to scoot his pants down from his parked ass.
Too late, Jason discovers, "Would have been easier to have your boots off, before taking your pants.
It was all good. A teenager, who in reality was avoiding paying a speeding ticket, turned to fantasy, angered by having to pay it, getting his revenge, hands cuffed behind a chair, open shirt behind his shoulders, now exposing his hairy front, down to the rim of his briefs... Didn't matter if he had to prompt his `ruthless top' along the way.
"I'd say that's quite some bulge!" Jason remarks in a jovially manner, after Marco is void of his shoes, socks and pants. Looking down his victim, as a whole, "I like hairy guys."
"Remember you can do anything you want to me!"
Though Jason hesitates, "I know."
"Play with my hair!"
He might have been ignorant of what was supposed to take shape, but he knew where Marco was going with this. He knew, once he made the cop incapacitated with the handcuffs, he could do what he wanted. That was the main goal, the drive. Now, with the added vote of surrender on Marco's part, Jason thought to himself, on a plane of `point of no return', "I guess it's now or never!"
He had already touched Marco, beeping' those two nubs, which seemed to stand out from the hairy chest. Being it was something he already did, it was a good lead in. Though this time, instead of the quick beep', or pinch, he hung on, mashed, asking, "That feel good?"
Replying with hot cooing sounds, Marco leveled with him, "Keep checking out my crotch and you'll find out!"
For all of a few seconds of nip-mashing, Jason did glance down and true to Marco's assumptions, his briefs were bulging. As he spoke before about precum, there was a wet spot. "Shit, you're really reacting!" Jason laughs.
"The belt!" Marco exclaims.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot!" Jason looks around to see where he dropped the pants.
Yellow stripe down the sides gave away the right leg, as beforehand Marco claimed the atmosphere, dark and dreary, with a lamp, it's rays pointing to his bod, made everything seem more `sinister' and for real.
Though, truthfully, the only thing which made Jason hard, for real, was watching Marco's briefs expand with the growing shaft. Irking him on, the belt in his hand didn't give him any vibes, projecting his feelings, "What do I do with it?" he holds it out between both hands.
"Oh fuck, that's hot as hell!"
At the time, fifteen minutes ago, upon bringing out his array of toys, Marco had outfitted Jason in some leather apparel. Right now, fitting the eighteen year old with a harness and leather briefs, zipper down the crotch, optional for Jason, as instructed, in case things got too crowded. Even though he didn't have any boots which would fit Jason, just the feeling, his whole bod exposed to any treatment the teen desired, made him hard, kept him hard, was making him squirm now with the desire to touch himself!
"What is hot as hell?" Jason didn't see, looking down upon himself. Though, the chains linking parts of the leather across his chest did have a sensation he couldn't quite put a finger on.
"You!"
"Me?"
"Now ask me a question," Marco tries to set the scene.
"Um," Jason tries to conjure up something, "what's your birthday?"
"No-o, no, no, you ask a question a guy would ask a secret agent or spy, caught and..."
"Oh, I got it!" Jason got it! "Like, `What is your mission?'"
Things falling right into place, Marco replies, "Fuck you!"
"Hmm, now there's a thought!" Jason laughs.
"No-o-o, no, no, you're supposed to be tough. Like... what would happen if I served you a ticket for speeding and you knew you weren't?"
"Um..."
"And you were so pissed at this cop, because this isn't the first time he's pulled you over for speeding. I know I would be pissed as hell, like he's stalking me."
Exhaling in a puff of wind, Jason says, "I already asked you who you're working for?"
"Right and I told you to go screw yourself. What do you think that means?"
"Um, maybe I should screw you?"
"After you work me over?"
Thinking things out, which being ignorant of the facts bore him some time, rationalizing everything, the game', the roleplay', maybe he wasn't getting much out of it, except looking upon a cop, in his estimation a pretty hot cop, especially stripped down to his bulging underwear, maybe this wasn't all about him. Like a cue, `work me over', Jason says, "How do you want me to work you over?"
Really, looking upon Jason in the leather, a moderate build behind the zipper, he wouldn't mind skipping through a lot of the pain and pleasure. However, that euphoria over p'n'p got the best of him, "You've got it in your hands... Use it!"
Not totally ignorant of how a belt could be used, as punishment, an over zealous father, bent on raising a good kid, thinking a whack or two over the ass can be a cure-all, or in the days of slavery.... well all that happening with the victim's ass facing him. Here, all he saw was hair', a pair of tweakers', ripe for some more `beeping' and... Still not sure about how it should go, Jason asks, "Um, where do you want it?"
He knew Jason was `green', so tried to help him along, "Chest, or stomach, or," Marco looks down at his tented briefs.
"No way!" Jason picks up on it.
Drawing off some of his experiences, when he was around Jason's age, college-bound, Marco responds, "I had a buddy in college into all this. He had no problem with putting a loop around my balls, stretching a line to the bottom bedpost, then bringing the tip of the belt down on my balls!"
"That's fuckin' insane!"
"Yeah, that's what I thought, feeling the pain of the tip of belt hammer my balls, but it's also the first time I came without stroking up my stick?"
"Aren't you afraid you're going to like... Like, block the stream?"
"Cut off the supply?" Marco translates.
"Something like that?"
Marco smiles, "I used to do it to myself, only, myself doing it to myself isn't the same as another getting involved?"
Provoking Jason to project his feelings, he asks Marco, "I don't know about pulverizing your dick. Any other brilliant ideas?"
"Think you can get both nips at once?"
It still seemed like something stupid, but Jason knew what a belt `could' be used for. Still having his reservations, "I don't think I can do it."
Trying another route to get what `he' wanted, Marco claims, "Okay, so be a fuckin' woosie!"
Bells went off in Jason's brain. It was the first time he had met with some guy, out of high school. They had just gotten inside the motel room, whereas the stocks and bonds man had shelled out $40 for the room, for only a few hours at that, Jason getting the creeps' about taking his shirt off. At the time, the mid-30's guy didn't use profanity, but it irked him as much, if the guy had, instead choosing the word woosie.'
Since he could very well see Marco wanting this, Jason figured he would make Marco sorry he were ever born', putting on his masterly charm', "Okay, you asked for it, so don't be a cry baby when you feel it!"
"Whenever you're ready?" Marco says sarcastically, watching Jason measure up where he's going to strike Marco.
Getting his logistics, Jason had to break concentration when he remarks, "Oh, keep your shirt on a minute."
"In a minute I'm going to put it back on, with you taking your damn sweet time!"
It made Jason giggle again, saying, "I doubt it, with your hands cuffed behind your back, Marco!" He laughed again.
Quickly extinguishing the humor, Marco says, "Yeah real funny. Whenever you're ready?"
It was a call for action, Jason standing, scanning Marco's hairy bod, like he wasn't anymore keen on where he was going to lend the first strike, than before. Strangest thing, though he didn't mention it, it seemed Marco had lost some of his momentum, a collapse in his briefs!
"Okay, I'm gonna do this!"
"Wait! Not yet!" Marco exclaims in elevated tone.
"Make up your mind!"
"Owch!" Came a slight gasp.
"Oops! Sorry," Jason says, after lightly swinging the belt down over Marco's thighs, nearly hitting him where probably Marco would find joy, but Jason would think he maimed the cop!
"What I was going to say, it's kind of the fun of things if I don't see it coming?"
"Uh, like can we get on the same page, instead of these guessing games?"
Marco then says, "In my duffle, there's a blindfold. Get it!"
"Oh my god, like you're so testy all of a sudden," Jason speaks while searching. "I thought `I' was in charge."
"Well I hate to say it, but you're doing a terrible job of it, Jason!"
He found the black blindfold. It didn't take any instruction to put it over Marco's head, slide it down over his eyes.
After affixing it so he could not see, Marco says, "Now give it a minute, but don't wait all day?"
Because he was blindfold, Jason figured it was okay to be childish and stick his tongue out at Marco in an annoying fashion.
Right now, he was feeling a little' vengeful from the way Marco had spoken to him. In a mood, Jason now thought it would be cool to teach him a lesson.' He thought it fair to drop a subtle hint, even though not in a very convincing manner, "Um, are you like... going to tell me who sent you?"
"Suck cock!"
Jason nodded his head up and down, knowing he wasn't going to get a full-fledged confession. Looking down at Marco's crotch, Jason smiled. Marco had recuperated!' Which also gave Jason a very evil idea. He had the belt in his hand, but set it down for a moment. He jokes, "You have way' too many clothes on!"
"Too many..." Marco started to say, but stopped, feeling a pair of thumbs on the sides of his torso. He knew right away what was about to transpire, `helping', pressing his feet into the floor to elevate his hips.
He didn't voice his opinion, but was wowed seeing Marco's balls, in his own opinion, not matching the size of his cock at all, asymmetrically. Not wasting time, Jason left the briefs down around Marco's ankles, figuring it made a good noose.
"Satisfied?"
"I'll be satisfied when you do what you set out to do five hours ago?"
A silent sneer, Jason wrinkled up his left nostril!
Originally Jason had chosen the place of request, drawing a line with the belt across Marco's chest, however he was a little peeved at the cop's accusations. Now he didn't plan giving any warning. Instead of casing Marco's chest though, he smiled, the devil in his mind, looking down into Marco's lap... No, he couldn't!
"Well? What the fuck's takin' you!"
He couldn't force the smile from his face, evil at that, setting the belt aside, exchanging it for the chained clamps. He set the pace for his deception, standing, bending a little to accommodate the reach to Marco's chest. Opening the little jaws, he says, "Gonna whip you so hard, you'll talk, prisoner!"
Rather scared, Jason was filled with excitement of pulling over the biggest prank in history and then, without hesitation, he pressed his hands forward, gobbled up Marco's nip meat in the metal clips and let go!
"Ah-h-h-ah-ah-ah-ah-a-a-a-a-h-oh-oh-oh!"
"Oh shit!" Jason reacts, popping up, jumping backwards. Trying to grab for the clamps, he couldn't because Marco was thrashing about, taking the chair with him!
Still carrying on, Marco didn't realize the power of his bod weight and soon the chair would no longer hold him!
"Oh-double-shit!" Jason exclaims!
Surprised Marco's pangs of pain were starting to dissipate, Jason thought it a good time to remove the clips from his nips. If he thought it was going to relieve the pain, he got another taste of the right and wrong thing to do if a person wishes to help remedy a painful situation. He hadn't a clue, blood rushing into nips, was as painful as clamps forcing it out. Too, as he knelt down on the floor, Marco flinched, which shifted his balls, to right under Jason's knee!
"Oh-h-h!" he sighed, placing a hand to his lips, like he shouldn't have said something, followed by condolences, "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Jason was totally flipped out of his gourd though when Marco's cock pulsed, sending a stream of cum shooting out, right onto his knee. He knelt there on one knee, the cummed-up one, looking at his hand, saying unbelievably, "I can't believe I made you do it!"
Then, Jason notices his original objective. Of course, Marco was still blindfolded or else he might have cautioned Jason.
"Lemme get these."
Realizing too late, Marco howled all over again, after opening the jaws of the clips.
"I can't believe you're so sensitive?" Jason reviews the situation.
"You put them on, then ask me the same question!"
It put a thought into Jason's mind, but after hearing Marco scream in pain, well he couldn't discount it, it feeling kind of cool rubbing the metal pincers on his nips. For the second time since he came in the motel room, he sensed his balls pulsing. With doing so, his hand went to his cock, innocently asking, "What's next?" Realizing it, "Oh right, who sent you?"
"It's not working for me anymore, Jason. Why don't you fuck me and we'll call it quits?"
Jason stood there after casually saying, "Fuck you?"
"Right. Then we can forget all about the speeding ticket and..."
"I'm not going to fuck you. Sorry, but you're not the only one `not' feeling it."
Sure, he was horny, but not for the reason he was attracted to Marco. This was a game,' a way to redeem himself for his speeding ticket, but he didn't think fucking' was on the agenda. He might not have known anything about all this roleplay stuff, but he wasn't being duped into offering his cock up for... It's then Jason remembered seeing something in Marco's duffle bag.
Marco was carrying on with threats, Jason interrupting, "Okay. You win!"
"I knew you'd see the light!" Marco thought he owned the kid.
"Yeah," Jason wore a toothy smile, taking the big dildo out of Marco's bag. He also found a tube of something called, `Pig Grease.' He didn't care how it got it's name. Then, to keep the charade active, "Just got to lube up my big, fat ten inches!"
"Ten?" Marco says, a little scary inflection thrown in for realism.
"Yeah, because you didn't tell me what I wanted to know, I'm firming myself up," whereas he was greasing up the dildo, "and readying myself to ream your ass," he finally got into it, "pig!" It helped Marco had threatened to not cancel his ticket!
"If you're as big as you say you are, you better grease it up. I'm kind of tight, you know?"
Walking over to Marco, lying on his back on the floor, hands still cuffed behind his back, his hands were too greasy, so decided to play ruff, kicking him in the side of the butt, "Turn over," with excitement, "pig!" Jason then silently laughed at himself. He knew was being a poor actor, `I'd never make it in Hollywood!'
Looking down, one hand full, the other hand handy, in case the big dildo should happen to squirm out of his hand, Jason decided to get `brutal'. With prank-mentality on his mind, he kicks Marco's legs apart, "Gonna slam your butt with my 10 inch shaft. Gotta make sure I got plenty of room!"
With that, he kneels down without too much care of where his knee went.
Jason couldn't believe he was enjoying this, laughing out loud, while poor Marco, both balls squashed until his knee, howled out in pain!
Subsiding a little, Marco claims, "You did that on purpose!"
"Yeah," Jason replies with evil intent! He then notices, "Oh shit! I gotta put my big, fat self inside that little pea hole?"
"I told you you were going to get a tight fit," Marco said, in between still wincing.
"Indeed!" Jason smiled. He decided to add some effect, "Oh no!"
"What now?" Marco asks with attitude.
"I think the zipper's stuck!"
"For crying out loud!"
"No, wait... I got it!" Another prank on top of a prank, Jason makes the upzipping sound louder, which he knew he should have done before, but figured Marco wouldn't know the difference, of how he could have been stroking himself, when his cock and balls were all bottled up in the leather brief. "Yup! Gonna be shoving my big self right up into that tiny ass chute!"
He made Marco moan in anticipation, Jason slapping his cock head on Marco's ass. At least he was getting out of fucking him. It wasn't like the captain of the football team. He `wanted' to fuck him. Regardless, he didn't want to spend all afternoon playing around with a greasy dildo in his hand.
"Ready or not, here I come!"
In reality, Jason had never used anything on a guy's ass, except his cock. Though, he thought it no different, doing the same thing as stabbing the football jock in the ass, shoved the dildo right on in!
"Oh my god!" Jason said, falling backwards when Marco screamed, moved around on the floor.
Jason just shook his head, saying to the cop, in pain, "Your own fault! If you had stayed faced down, you wouldn't have impaled your own ass on the.. the... whatchamacallit!"
Marco's painful moments did provide some excitement for Jason. Watching Marco squirm around on the floor on his back, it must've stimulated his balls some, because after some time, Marco's pain turned to pleasure, a fountain of cum shooting straight up into the air. He thought it was cool, for the second time Marco shooting his load without any hands on approach. He could actually see his balls `pumping' out shot after shot of man-venom.
"Oh... my.... god...." Jason exclaims, his self-induced ejaculation, creaming the rug!
Regardless of the events which ensued, failed attempt at providing a meaningful roleplay situation, Marco commended Jason on his acting skills, "I think you better join the drama club at school!"
On the rebound, Jason told him, as he keyed the cuffs, "It was my first time and like, I didn't hear you complaining when you shot your load on the ceiling, Marco!"
He looked up, but couldn't see until he removed the blindfold with his own hands, finally answering, "Where?" Then looking down, "What's that on the rug?"
Getting his clothes on already, Jason replies, "Something for you to clean up!" he laughs.
He was almost repulsed enough to barf, watching Marco get down on all fours, lapping up his cream from the carpet, "You pig!"
Turning his head, wiping his lips, Marco replies, "Yeah, ain't it sweet?"
Leaving, whereas he dressed quicker, anxious to get out of this insane asylum, Jason says, "Don't forget to tear up my ticket!"
Smiling a big grin, Marco says, "What ticket?"
"Bastard!" Jason said in his departing words!
Marco wanted to get together with Jason one more time, which he reluctantly agreed, telling him he wasn't interested in any of that kinky roleplay stuff.
However, he felt off the hook, meeting at the motel, Marco had another guy with him. Funny thing is, he knew the dude, the guy who is assistant manager at the grocery store, Phillip.
The only rule Jason had to follow, if he didn't wish to participate in Phillip tying Marco to the chair and taunting him, was they all had to strip. As Jason thought about it, the dude from the market, he's always pictured him as the world's biggest dork, but in that leather, the furry chest, hairy, rounded stomach and... Oh man, where's he been hiding that!', when Phillip unveiled his crotch... Marco was big', but Phillip was `bigger!'
Maybe he couldn't get into Phillip tying Marco up in what he called it, `Japanese bondage', real fancy way of tying a guy, especially around the sensitive areas, nips, navel, cock and balls, nor the way Phillip intentionally whipped Marco, uninhibitedly on the balls... Jason winced when it struck, glad it wasn't his cock and balls feeling the crash of Marco's belt on his crotch!
He remembers saying, "Man, that's gotta hurt!"
"Does," Phillip says casually, smiling as he talks with Jason, "but as you can see, he's loving it as much as I am!"
It was a sight to behold, Marco's cock leaking up a storm, Phillip standing there right in front him and thinking what a tough guy Phillip could be, was totally whacked out of his gourd when the grocery manager bends over and takes his cock right into his mouth!
Jason wasn't complaining, but Marco must've detected the interaction, even though blindfolded.
Phillip came off with a slurp, which was good, because Jason thought him an excellent cock sucker and he was getting close. Walking over to Marco, Phillip didn't seem to care he was a cop, slapping him across the face, boldly saying, "I tell you when to speak, pig!"
"Oh shit!" Jason's eyes felt they were ready to pop out of his skull! "You hit a cop!"
"That's just a sample of what he's going to get, if you stick around!" Phillip walks back over to Jason.
"Uh, I think I'll think about... going," Jason replies. Like he thought the last time, this wasn't his thing.
His heart skipped a few beats, thinking `danger', when Phillip says, "I can't let you go like that!"
When Phillip dropped to one knee, Jason replies, "Oh, I thought you meant something else!"
Looking up at Jason, Phillip hesitates for a moment, "Anytime you want to tie me up, let me know!"
"Nah," Jason replies. "Thanks, but I'm not into all the pain stuff."
Smiling, Phillip says, "It doesn't have to be pain."
Driving home, Jason toyed with the idea, tying Phillip to the bed and `playing' with his bod, and as Phillip put it, trying to make him want to come, but keeping him from coming. Jason repeats the word, "Deprivation? Hmm, interesting theory!"
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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