The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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Bar Tab Buy-out! 17 wriTten by Travis Chase McPhee
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"Well I can't say this isn't cool!" Scott exclaims as he snaps the stuffed collar around the space between Tony's cock and balls.
His eyes lighting up as well as feeling more excitement between his legs, Tony replies, "So you like cock and ball torture?"
Laughing, because nothing yet had escalated to the pain stages, Scott replies, "As long as I'm doing it to you and you're not doing it to me!"
"Yeah, well even when you get to putting some weight on the parachute, don't worry Scott.... I mean, 'sir', it's all good."
Catching the name-drop, Scott says, "I suppose to make it realistic, while we're in the dungeon, we should address each other in the proper manner?" He lets out a nervous giggle.
"Which will it be then? Master Scott or 'sir'?"
"I suppose 'Master' would mean you're a slave?"
"Slave, boy, slut, bitch, whatever you want to call me. Or, you don't have to call me anything as long as you keep up the action!"
Scott replies, "Oh but you do get to use the... what do you call it?"
"Safeword?" Tony provides, then answers, "I don't need it. I don't have any limits where pain is concerned."
"Yeah right," Scott says, unconvinced.
"You wanna see?" Tony challenges. "Load up that parachute with weights and see what I can take!"
Smirking, Scott knew how it went in business. A situation presented itself and there could be multiple solutions. The only way out would be to try an idea. "Okay," Scott says, looking about. "If that's the way you want it. Where's the weights?"
"Hanging from that rack over there," Tony replies. Being his neck was sandwiched in between two planks of wood, he couldn't very well gesture, so a flick of a few fingers did the job.
Scrutinizing the rack, Scott picked up a weight which resembled a fishing lure.
"You've 'got' to be kidding, Scott!" He laughs.
First things first, Scott says to him, "Aren't you forgetting something, 'boy'?"
"Oh right. This is your first time, so I shouldn't be too critical in my commenting."
"That and you didn't call me 'Master' Scott?"
"Oops!" And to clue Scott into things, "I'm such a bad boy. I guess you're going to punish me, huh?"
"I'll think of something," Scott replies. "Now. How does this go?"
"You're kidding right?" Tony replies.
"I dunno. My first time and you're supposed to be showing me. Besides, you're last comment. It was kind of sarcastic. You're not supposed to take that tone of voice to a master?"
"Cool!" Is all the thirty-two year old could say.
Keeping tally, Scott says, "This means you get two sets of punishment?"
All excited, Tony replies, "Damn! This is getting more exciting by the minute!" And looking down at Scott, "And I can see it's turning you on too!"
"Huh?" Scott says, looking down. "Uh yeah, I guess so," he said of his cock standing straight out, him taking it in his hand and stroking it.
"Um, Scott?"
"Yeah?"
"Oops! I mean 'Master Scott', you want to get rid of that weight in your hand?" He hints.
As Scott confronts Tony, bending to fasten the weight onto the ball parachute, they each feel their breath on one another. "There! Oops!" Scott says, standing up suddenly, after he accidentally dropped the weight, instead of letting the parachute down a little at a time. "You okay?" he says, looking horrified.
"I'm okay," Tony replies without even a grimace or grunt of pain.
"Your balls... they're okay? I didn't maim them or anything?"
"Scott? I mean Master Scott, could you go over there and pick out two weights that are the size of baseballs?"
Controlling the scene, Tony was having Scott go over to where several larger weights sat on rack, which had tracks running from left to right.
"Baseball... baseball... baseball..." Scott looked them over, picking up the desired amount. "Two?" Scott says, standing there with his hands full.
"You can either put both on the parachute at once or one at a time."
Heavier than a baseball, Scott replies, "No way. This is going to like drag your balls down to the floor!"
"It won't. But if my balls did touch the floor it would feel way too cool."
By now Scott was thinking of this as more than a little weird. "If you say so," he replied, squatting this time.
"You want to do it, don't you?"
"Sure I do," Scott replied, even though secretly he was feeling reluctant. "Question though?" as he holds the attached weight in his hand.
"What?"
"This won't like pull your balls off or anything?"
Smiling, Tony replies, "I've had more than the combined weight of the two you have in your hand attached. Believe me, I love the feeling and nothing as you are dreading has ever happened to any guy I know."
"If you say so," Scott replies, slowly lowering the weighted ball.
"No, don't lower it gently. In fact, hold it about where my cock is and let it drop."
By now Scott wasn't reluctant to do much. Figuring Tony has done this before was proof enough to trust him to what he said. "Okay, but it's your balls!"
Scott was actually sweating as the two looked at one another, Tony saying, "Cool! I love the element of surprise!"
But which one of them were in for a surprise, Scott never witnessing a guy's balls being stretched, especially by a heavy, dropped weight!
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"You're such a fucking asshole!" Rich said as he laughed at Mike Turk, holding his balls.
Like it only phazed him a little, Mike gets up, saying, "I'll have the last laugh when I'm fucking 'your' asshole!"
Rich did take notice, how quickly Mike recovered from the punch to the balls, but more, he concentrated on 'the fight'. Dancing in a circle, a couple of times Mike made like he was going to rush at Rich, drawing back.
The third time, Rich took jab at Mike, which swung through air.
"You're going down boy!" Mike said of Rich's error.
Rich threatened as well, "After I cum and piss in your ass I'm going to siphon it off into a glass and make you drink every bit of it!"
Marco thought it interesting, yelling out, "Hey Mike, I'd like to see Rich drink his own?"
"You got it, Marco!" Mike replies. "In fact he'll drink it after we double fuck him!"
"In your dreams!" Rich said of it. Coming off the tip of his tongue, Rich made his move, rushing Mike. Like the last move, he made like he was going to butt his head into Mike's gut, but then withdrew.
"What the?" Mike said as he was faked out, then screaming, "Akkkkk-hhhh!"
With haste, Rich drew Mike's arm around, behind his back, grabbing his other arm.
"Oh shit Mike!" Marco exclaimed, watching Rich stuff his knee up against Mike's back, pulling back on his arms.
"Fuck! You!" Mike called out, pushing backwards, which sent Rich into a rack of whips and floggers, knocking it clear over, him falling on top of it, Mike on top of him.
"Oh shit!" Marco called out, both hands going to the side of his face.
Getting up, Mike says to Rich, "Here. Let me give you a hand!" However, instead of Rich's hand, Mike grabs a hold of his balls and gives them a mighty tug!
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Rich belches out in torment. He had little choice other than trying to propel himself from the rack, or else his balls would take more the brunt of the pulling action. Too, as pulled forward, he was projected right at Mike, his stomach forced right to the ball of his fisted hand. "Hough-h-h-h-h!" He sighed loud and long.
"You want to wrestle do you? I'll show you some wrestling!" Mike yells out, the forty-eight year old drawing off the knowledge of his college days.
With no mercy, Rich's bod was slammed against the floor, Mike's foot on his back and much as Rich had imposed on Mike, Mike did the same, reaching down for his wrists and stretching both arms backwards.
"Let me hear you beg now, bitch!"
"Fuck you!" Rich was compelled to react. He paid for it too, "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-kkkkk!"
"Forfeit bitch or I'll snap these arms right out their sockets!" Being a seasoned wrestler, Mike knew how far he could go. Too, he was really getting some voltage out of this, noticing his cock leaking like a sieve, long, sinewy strands of goo dribbling out.
"Mind if I have a taste?" Marco casually asks.
Mike Turk smiled, not even answering, Marco leaning over and licking the tip.
"Don't be selfish now. Gotta save some honey for my new bitch!" With that Mike gave another pull on the arms, his foot still planted in the middle of Rich's back. "Ain't that right bitch!"
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"Hey, you know what?"
"Whuh?" Tim asks.
"Your beefy pecs make a nice cushion for my ass!" Pete said, the two laughing.
Well, Tim tried laughing, but with Pete's nine inch tip in his mouth, it was tough going on the conversing.
"I like this bondage table. With your arms and racked out it holds your bod nice and staple. Makes it easier to slide my ass back and forth." Gently, he speaks how he feels, "makes it slide in and out nice and easy."
"Mhm," Tim tried agreeing.
"You know you're a good cocksucker?"
This time Tim didn't even bother answering. Then he felt hands on his hairy pecs.
"Not answering me boy?" Finding Tim's nips, Pete gave them a hefty mashing.
"Uhhhhnnuh! Uhhnnuh! Uh!" Tim contested as best he could.
Pete did feel a little rocky road. Reaching behind his back, he searched for 'something'. Finding it, he says, "Somebody likes their nips toyed with!" With that he pulls his cock out of Tim's mouth and much like dismounting a horse, hops off the table.
"I'm not into pain," Tim said.
"That's what you think!" Pete says.
Looking over to the side, at Pete eyeing up and down the chest jewelry, Tim sweats it out, "C'mon. Really. I'm not into S&M!"
"Did you ever try it?" Pete asks, approaching the table with nip clamps which have black, rubber tips and little tension screws.
"No, but I just know, okay?"
Hopping back up onto the table, Pete accidentally sits too low on Tim's bod, his ass making contact. He 'hops' forward.
"I almost gotcha!" Tim jokes, forgetting about the clamps.
An hour or so ago Pete was having fun with Vince Rodgers' chaffeur, but suddenly he's taken a liking to Tim Brecker. He doesn't know what's gotten in to himself, when Tim's cock almost clipped his ass, he almost had a hankering to sit back. Now, sitting there on Tim's stomach he was getting mixed reactions again.
"Feel good?" Tim asks of Pete rubbing the rubber tips against Tim's nips, "but I really..."
"I know," the twenty-six year old replies.
"You do?" Tim questions, because frankly, he didn't!
Then in a switch, Pete sits up and holds the nip clamps up to his own chest. Pete had a nicely defined treasure trail of dirty blond hair. However, at the moment it folded into his stomach and it was easy to see the rubber tips rubbing up and down over Pete's nips, making them hard.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know!" Pete giggles, his full attention on his hands, the nip clamps playing with his skin.
Tim even jokes, "I dare ya!"
"Nah," Pete says, sitting up straight and dropping his hands to Tim's bod. Seeing Tim getting apprehensive again, he tells him, "No fun doing it to myself?"
"Huh?" Tim asked, perplexed.
"Y'know, being a friend of Rich's I always had to stand with him, be like him. I think for the longest time, having to put on that charade, I forgot what my really 'true' desires were to be and become? Am I making any sense?"
"Sort of," Tim replies, as he lays stretched on the table. "It's like somebody being gay and denying it, trying to act straight?"
"You're not only..." Pete tenderly swabs the side of Tim's face with his hand, "handsome, but smart. You're going to make some guy a very lucky man."
Tim replies with a smile, "I think it's very lucky I met you."
The nip clamps still in each hand, Pete rubs the ends against Tim's nips as he says, "How about we change places and maybe we can discover some new things about ourselves?"
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"Had enough? Huh? Huh?"
He didn't say it, never confessed, but Rich had had enough of the grueling torture at the mercy of Mike Turk's strong arms and big foot. As Mike allowed his arms to slop down to the floor, Rich immediately tried doing a 'pushup' off the floor and fell back down, breathing heavily.
"Hey?"
"What?" Marco replies.
"I think it's time to allow Gregg Trask to 'go home'!"
"He's going to go straight to the cops," Marco assesses.
"Oh I doubt that very much. Imagine what his family, friends and co-workers would think, seeing the syndicated movie of Gregg sucking off guys and taking it up the ass?"
"I forgot," Marco said of the 'insurance policy' extended to some customers, especially unwilling ones! Then back to the present, "What are your plans for junior?" he meant Rich.
"He's tough. It's going to take a lot to recondition him. First order is pain. Some heavy gut-punching, two or three hundred lashes across his back and chest, croc-clips on his nips, ball-stretching... I thought he might look good with his nips pierced and a Prince Albert."
"You're going all the way, figuratively, huh Mike?"
"And literally!"
They both laughed as Mike went over to haul Rich's bod over to a frame to suspend his bod. For now, Gregg Trask would stay put. When he came around, then he would have a viewing of the DVD made of sucking several men off, drinking their cum and piss and then another assortment of individuals plugging his hole.
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"I.... can't.... believe it!"
Squinting his eyes shut, Tony was sighing in extreme pleasure, resulting from the pain of having a fourth baseball-sized weight placed on it. And, as Scott caught on, he wasn't at all lenient in allowing the weight to drop from almost waist high!
"That's it! That's all I'm puttin' on," Scott said, calling the shot like an umpire, 'safe'.
"Your call," Tony said with wincing.
"And forget about sucking my cock. You'll bite the damn thing off!"
"No, I wouldn't... really," Tony tried saying it convincingly between breaths for air.
Then Scott thinks of it, "Oh! I'm supposed to punish you, right?"
"Yeah," Tony replies in a wispy manner, gritting his teeth.
It did humor Scott a little, watching Tony react to pain, his cock making a mess on the floor!
Tony was wondering, trying to see where Scott was going, but with his wrists and head bound out to the front of him, he couldn't see, asking, "Hey! Where'd you go?" He found out, soon enough, sighing, "Oh-hh-h," upon feeling a hand graze over each ass cheek.
"Punishing you of course!" Scott replies.
Next, Tony sighs again, this time more mellow when he feels Scott 'knocking at his door'!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`Bar Tab Buy-out!' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....