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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Alek@18yo
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On his way back to his father's office building, Hart was on Alek's mind, somewhat. He wondered, walking through the front door, would Hart be there to greet them?
Answer to that question was nil, walking into a lonely atrium, staffed only by a security guard. Upon inquiring about Hart, Alek found he was in a meeting with his father.
While Adam gave Deric and John a tour of the lobby, the only part of the office tower he had expertise with, Alek tried doing some catch up, "You mean a board meeting?" he poses to the security man.
The security guard didn't seem to have it all upstairs', though he was very cute for a middle-aged dude, Alek privately thinking, I'd do him!', surrendering the thought for more a matter more important, "Is there a board meeting today?"
"Let me check," the guard looks it up.
Waiting, Alek notices the friendly trio walking around, conversing, looking fox...
"Nope. Don't have it down," the guard rattles off protocol, "because if your father did have a meeting scheduled, I'd have it right here," pounds a fingertip into the date book, "for those attending, so I can tell them which board room."
Alek thanked him, wondering if the same people met for a board meeting and since there was only one board room, would they really need to be reminded each time they showed up? It reran through his mind, the guard `cute', doing him, which would be preceded by a nice, long suck-job!
Regardless, Alek did some investigative work in his mind, thinking if his father did not have a board meeting and was with Hart? "Hmm..."
By the time he walked across the lobby to meet up with Adam, Deric and John, Alek had a plan in the works.
He was happy Adam had time to talk to the two, "Uh, Alek, sir," old habits die hard...
"No," Alek says, "it's just `Alek'. Remember?"
Adam separates Alek and himself from the two backpackers.
"Alek," Adam corrects himself, with a smile, "it seems Deric and John, they haven't been very truthful with us."
Cheerfully, chortling, Alek says, "Why do I find that not hard to believe?"
Older, 30yo, wiser, once top of his class, in both schooling and society, Adam says, "Um, like I've been around and have seen a lot?"
Liking Adam, Alek says, "Like, I don't really know, but would like to have the complete details?"
"Yeah, well, to make a long story short, they are runaways, but not on the run. They left home over not being accepted and..."
It's not which Alek didn't have all the time in the world, just a mission at hand, while it was still a mission, "I thought you were making it short?"
"Okay. John, he's the runaway, but Deric, on the run. His old man hired a detective to find him. Though, Deric claims the detective is headed in the wrong direction, having left a note he was headed out east, and not west..."
"Short, Adam?" Alek smiles, knowing Adam means well.
"Okay, that's about it for the runaway part. They don't really have friends in Frisco and have been using a park bench to call home. Simple enough?"
"And what about yourself, while we're at it?"
"Me? I go wherever I'm called. I'm supposed to work for your father, so I..."
"Forget it. You're working for me, therefore you're staying with me."
"Really? How generous of you!" Adam is all excited.
"It's not all rosy as you think." Placing Adam in his confidence, arm over the shoulder, "Just think of yourself as a father to three teenagers."
"Um, like, how long do I have to think about this proposition?"
Knowing a little detail of Adam's history, "Slaves don't think. They act!"
"Yes, sir," he loved the idea! Mellowing out, "I mean..."
"Are you questioning my smartness, slaveboy?"
Of course, it helped, that one time Mark had time to chill out, talk about his wildest fantasies. Coming down to it, Alek had his suspicions about being with the cop in the restroom at the park. Possibly, this cop', could have been the one in Mark's fantasy, whom Mark referred to as, Albert'. Unlike what happened to him, Mark had, Albert', his dominant figure, ordering him to strip, Mark' the one taken advantage of, tied to a restroom stall and ass viciously raped by Officer Albert's monstrous cock, big balls slapping against him, hand spanking his ass till it was red as a beet!
"Oh no," Adam smiles at Alek, "not at all questioning your authority, sir...I mean, Alek, I mean, sir," he was in confusion by now!
In walking back to Deric and John, the two gazing at a huge painting of George Washington in a canoe, Alek remarks, "Why do I get the feeling you were okay with being a slave?"
Knowing where Alek was going with this, on the same page, Adam replies, "Was it something I said...Sir?"
Speaking Adam's lingo, Alek says, "If you keep it up with the `sir', I'll have to whip yo'ass, boy!"
"However do you mean that," long pause, "sir?"
"Remind me...later. I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Adam liked the sound of that very much, but looking upon Deric, wasn't giving up just yet on what the `other' perceived dominant had to offer!
"Hey guys, I really don't have a plan here, but thought I'd start with a tour," Alek addresses the two.
Tour? Alek really never got the royal tour on his first go-round of the 5th floor.
Walking next to Alek, envisioning the two on ahead, Adam was thinking it might be fun playing `dad' to a trio of teens!
John could be real cute and as he was warming up to Adam, asks, "Is that smile for me?"
"Yup," Adam says. "How'd you guess?" Privately, Adam thinks of John as, `Man, would I love to have you get the best of me!'
To all, though John and Adam were narrowing the ratio down, Alek says, "I doubt Hart has much on his agenda today, so we'll just check in...rather check out with him and then see about our rooming arrangement."
Until now, Alek has been playing it by ear, chancing, when he got back to Cavallo Point, he could fake his way into using the occasional suite his father rented out, as a new home for himself and guests'. For certain, he wasn't about to drag the trio of newfound friends back to the mansion in Pacific Heights...at least not until the rents went on one of their jaunts, his father to the Caribbean, mother, south France.
"Heights kind of scare me," John says, ascending in the elevator, both arms wrapped around one of Adam's arms.
"Oh really?" Adam thought John adorable, though he'd much rather have Deric or Alek wrapped around his bod, puncturing him one at a time or both at once!
"Just having you near me, takes the scare out of me, Adam."
`Oh brother,' Deric was thinking, though his eyes were set forward, glancing up and down the back of Alek's suit jacket!
Staring straight ahead, at the elevator doors, Alek had this strong feeling he was `being watched!'
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Whenever the call went down, the boss on his way, Hart would set about cleaning his office of fragile things. Wrapping his crystal fish, won in a fishing contest when he was 16, placed it in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet, hanging in the balance of a client's business, much like ballsacs between the legs, able to swing freely. Nothing much mattered to him most, except the picture of his mother. Not scared it would get thrown off his desk, onto the floor, broken, the glass smashed, more than this, Hart was paranoid his mother was watching his every move, thinking she would be appalled at him having sex with another man!
While Alek, Adam, Deric and John were still at the coffee shop down on 24th, his father, Johan was just approaching Hart's doorstep. Now, up the chute, both the elevator and Johan's pounding rhythm were on the same beat.
Like it usually went, Johan wouldn't even knock, bust right in, pop the cork of whatever he was carrying, pour it out into 2 glasses and then with snappy approach, "If you aren't in the mood, get into it real quick, because I'm as horny as two male rabbits in heat!"
Hart hated the animal reference, wondering why Johan could not just use two famous gay porn stars? At least it would put a damper on his 38-year old employer's looks, once he got out of the clothing. He had nothing against chunky `bears', being a cub himself, but in his wildest fantasies there would always be a smooth, muscular man, dripping with muscle and a thin treasure trail, to lick down to the treasure!
Taking sips, Hart asks, "What are you up for today, Johan?" he looks upon Johan, shirtless.
Working at his belt buckle, Johan first sets the scene, "Oh! Did you forget about the blinds?"
"I did," Hart almost chokes on his bubbly wine, setting the glass down and hopping to it, tilting the wooden slats.
In reality, Hart would not care who saw the boss in whatever, but just not in his office!
While blinding viewers to what was about to take place, Johan thinks it out, "Hmm, I was thinking how it might be nice to see you prance about in those skinny pink briefs and matching bra, with the lace I bought you?"
"Right, only one thing wrong. The lingerie is back at the Cavallo Point penthouse?"
"Dammit! I forgot!"
Hart swears, if it wasn't for him, the Wasylyk business would have gone down long ago. He has no idea how Johan managed to keep it afloat before he arrived. Regardless, one delicious thing was making his cock firm up, those pink nips underneath that bed of dark brown fur. Not waiting for Johan to make up a scenario, "How about you strip me down, while I suckle on those perky nips?"
"Oh man, Hart, you really know how to push my buttons!"
It meant Johan loved the idea, as he has in the past, Hart making his nips turn from pink to a bright red and the area surrounding each delectable nub.
By the time Hart was ready to wet down the rest of the furry washboard, Johan had his jacket off, tie undone, but still around Hart's neck, chest bare, briefs parked below his balls and fondling the nuts, "Don't forget the little squeeze you like to put me through!"
Johan liked firming a hand around one of Hart's big balls...no, the way it went, Johan would get yelled at,' if he didn't keep squeezing Hart's ballsac, something like, Get those weak hands working, wimp!'
First time, Johan fell for it, but now he went mercilessly at Hart's balls, using both hands, alternating the electrical current back and forth, until Hart's cock got gooey, "Ow-ow-not too hard!"
"Not too hard, who?" Johan would prolong the attack.
"Not too hard, sir...please?"
For certain, Johan would ease up on the torment, since Hart might forget his lips were firmly planted around his hard shaft. Gritting teeth would prove more painful!
Not much different than a couple of days ago, after work, when Johan's limo dropped him and Hart off at the Cavallo Point penthouse suite, minus the pink briefs and bra Johan made Hart wear, having him put on a fashion show and finally shove his cock in the little vixen's rear end, they had gone through the motions and right where the crystal fish usually stood, Johan had Hart's bod right over the hutch, "Ooh yeah, you never seem to disappoint me, sweetheart!"
Hart hated it when Johan called him `sweetheart'. In fact, lately he's had another pet peeve, Johan's fat, hairy bod almost crushing him against where his fish stood. At times he's had to stop the action, "Dammit, Johan!"
"What?" Johan would stop shoving his cock up Hart's ass, but not eject.
"What? You're hurting me again, is what!"
"Oh really?" he would stop to think, then dive right back in. Already with hands on Hart's shoulders, Johan would drag his bod back.
Another peeve, having the feeling of his sweaty bod dragged on the wooden surface, but at least he would not be feeling his cock and balls smashed up against the side of the hutch.
"Better?"
"Yeah, that's better," Hart laments, but not really, wishing Paul Wagner's cock was bangin' him!
For Johan, it's like he didn't give two hoots either way, allowing his emotions to unleash, piercing his hole, like a stake to a vampire's heart, nailing it, Hart's inner canal massaging his thick specimen.
Thinking about it right now, comparing to this morning, Hart wondered where the Wasylyk family resemblance came in? The father wasn't anything like Alek, not handsome, nor in good shape. Hart never complained, because he couldn't pass for a `Todd Sanfield poster child' himself! Though, if he saw the insides of the gym a little more often, he could work his way up to Todd's physique...sure of it!
So, it was that time, when Hart's bod was lodged between Johan and the `fish' cabinet and movement of Hart's bod, at the tough pounding, was driving him over the other edge, squashing his balls in the balance, they hear the handle of the door click.
Freezing up again, Johan blames, "Didn't you have security tell anyone I was in a board meeting?"
"I did, I swear," Hart pleads the truth, reaching around to grab Johan's ass, coerce him into restarting the motor.
Hearing it again, Johan pulls out, his stiff wet cock falling between his legs, when he hears Alek's voice, "Shit, Hart!"
Grabbing the first thing he can to wipe off on, Johan picks up Hart's dress shirt.
Now, doing the polite thing, Alek knocks, "Father, are you in there?"
It didn't help that they flicked the lights off at the beginning of their office hours affair. Some, as Alek had already gathered, knew what it meant when the blinds were sealed tight.
It created double panic, Johan whispering out louder, upon hearing another voice questioning his whereabouts, "Dammit, it's Alek and he's got someone with him!"
Slower at dressing, finding a rushed job meant not tucking a shirt fully in, or forgetting about the tie, Hart dressed slow and sensibly, "Yeah, but remember what I said, stay calm."
It's not which Johan didn't remember, from the start of their office endeavors, it just unnatural for the boss to accept it was okay to do sex on company time, "I am calm!"
Even though his shirt felt slimy, Hart was happy to find the boss' sloppy goo on the back of his shirt and not the front. As plans go, he was dressed and in fairly good order before Johan, combing his hair, "I'm ready. Are you ready?"
Apparently though, Alek had given up and there were no more `frightening' sounds, "I think they've gone."
"We better play it safe though. They could be back."
"I know...and dammit! I was almost ready to fill your gut!"
Sly, Hart says, "You mean the rubber?"
He knew what Hart meant, saying what he's said over hundreds of times, "Shut up. You know how I like to watch you guzzle it down!"
Hart couldn't deny, it better from source, but it did not totally turn him off, sucking every last drop out of the flimsy tube.
Tying the last knot, left shoe, Johan gets to his feet, "You clean up."
Standing there, after the door goes bang', Hart wonders if it will ever be, having sex without being in a rush, nor having to frolic around a guy's bedroom in pink lingerie. Going about it, he sets to bringing his office back up to code'.
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"It's too bad your dad wasn't there," John says.
First time they've seen Alek fly off the handle, "Don't call him my dad'. Father' is just bearable!"
"Oh," John pouts, like he's been there, done that.
Protective of John, ever since they met on the crossroads of America, Deric says, "Wanna take it easy on my bro?"
Adam looks at Alek, Alek looking back. They smile, sensing the assimilated brotherly intent, "Uh, sorry about that John. I just have this thing about calling my father anything too... too, you know?"
"Chummy?" Adam puts it.
"Yeah. Something like that," Alek retorts.
About ready to recall the elevator, they hear, "Son, is that you?"
"I hate it when he calls me that," Alek says, all pouty, like his father has cast upon him the worst of all possible name-callings!
"It is you," his father approaches, looking to Alek's left and right.
No hug, not even a handshake, Johan asks, "These your friends?"
Adam is the first to speak, "You don't recognize me, sir?"
Johan realizes who it is, "Not with clothes on!"
Johan laughs.
Alek doesn't.
Adam smiles.
Deric frowns upon it, knowing how Alek feels right now.
John sides with Adam, asking in a quiet whisper, "What does he mean by that?"
"Remind me to tell you later," Adam replies.
However, the conversation did not dwell on the quartet, but rather Alek's father.
Though, Alek initiates conversation, "The security guard said there was no board meeting today, so I figured you might be on the executive floor?"
"Hart was supposed to fill you in?"
It was as if Deric, John and Adam were at a tennis match, eyes ping-ponging back and forth between father and son.
"Well, he didnt'," Alek put it back on his father, with attitude, `like, what are you doing to do about it?'
Then again, why should Alek expect anything more from his father?
Growing up, whatever was up with the family, was culminated by his mother's apron strings.
His father wasn't in the picture too much and when he did made an appearance', it was with belt in hand. Yeah', Alek now reflected on it, wanting to blurt it out, `the only time you were there was for disciplining,' but it didn't seem important now.
While his father babbled on, Alek looked at the three bystanders as if a turning point in his life. Not paying much close attention, he only caught tidbits of what his father was saying about Adam: card game, luck, winnings...
"And that's how is here at all with us," his father finishes up.
At the time, at the tail end of the poker game, whereas Johan had money to bargain with, the others dropping out, leaving him with one man across from him, he more accepted the bargaining chip, another man's possession, `Adam', as something out of the ordinary. Though, standing there in front of him, Adam appeared much different from stripped down to his skin.
Turning from Alek, "I'm curious, Adam," his father turns to where his back faced the trio, "do you still have that," Johan puts a hand up to his own neck, "chain and lock necklace?"
"Uh, yeah," Adam wasn't sure he wanted to open up about his indentured life, more similar to slavery, sexual and otherwise, "like," didn't want to mention `master', "he didn't have the key." Finishing up, Adam pings the lock, attached to the chain around the neck, with a finger, like adding the finishing touch to his explanation.
John, recklessly, though without any harmful intentions, pulls at the tiny v-neck of Adam's shirt, "You have a lock around your neck?"
For Adam, it was like a common, everyday ornament, much like rings pierced through the nips. Someone else, seeing was believing, pulling at the neck of his collar.
"Wow," John isn't reluctant to take the tiny lock in two fingers.
Used to men handling him, Adam smiles, "All that's missing is the key to my heart!"
Literally, the lock and chain were placed there as a tryst, binding owner and the owned.
Affectionately taking Adam's arm, John says, "I wish I had the key!"
Adam had a flashback, the night he became a pup' to some guy his master' lent him out to, a guest at his home. Running around the room, fetching a ball in his jaw was one memory. The other, clear in his mind, was fetching two balls and a stick!
Between father and son, things didn't mellow out, resulting in forgiveness, but rather mutual understanding. When he was a toddler, his father's business wasn't in the state it is now, monetarily speaking. Now, about ready to offer stock...
"So, as you can see," Johan places a hand on his son's shoulder, "much of my time is absorbed in business matters."
It did hit Alek, `some things never change!'
First, the hand touching him, Alek thought it lighter than the caress of the old man's belt against his back. Secondly, the delivering of words, resonably, he was telling Alek, once he got situated in college, he, Alek, would not have much time on his hands and as a result they most likely would not be seeing each other much.
"Right," Alek responded to this, "don't worry about it."
Glancing to the trio of guys, new friends, Alex wasn't `worried!'
Deric, who could rise to the occasion, steps forward, addresses Alek's father, "Don't worry about it, Johan. We'll take up the slack!"
Drawing his head back, between his shoulders, Johan treated Deric as the audacity for someone to speak to me as such,' being the head of a prestigious company, like where's the respect?', but chills out, "I see that."
Knowing what ran through his father's head, Alek remarks, "Looks like you've met your match, father!"
At 18-years old, in his father's eyes, Alek was a man, too old to take a belt to. Johan only hoped, rearing up of his son, he brought him up to carry on in the world, be an upstanding citizen, like himself!
Instead of even trying to stand up to Deric, Johan thought this a good cue to depart, washing hands of the matter.
Not with sorrow, Deric asks, "Was it something I said?"
An arm still hung on Alek's shoulder, of which he takes Deric's fingers and weaves them in between his own, "It certainly was...thanks, bud!"
Deric says, "You're not moved by how I told your old man off?"
Turning around, facing Deric, Alek softly says, "Are you kidding? I wish I had the guts to do that years ago."
Truthfully, Alek might have still been the mild-mannered wimp he used to be, if he hadn't made Mark's acquaintance in the park rest room, this past year.
"Well," Deric smiles, takes Alek under the arch of his arm, "ready for the next chapter of your life?"
Most than this, Alek hoped it would contain many volumes, possibly an exciting saga!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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