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?
"Collecting Things" 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Over the double-doored opening, paving the way to the grand ball room of the Jarvis mansion, the banner read a simple, WELCUM HOME KEVIN! The dress for the evening, since it only included the male of the species, including caterers, comprised of black, lowrise briefs and black bowties. Very formal attire!
A month ago, Malcolm Jarvis would never have guessed that he'd wind up with a household of 'youngsters'. However, he would also not have guessed how happy a position he'd find himself in, either.
"Dad, did you fix it?"
"Fix what son? Oooooh that," the senior Jarvis remembered, at the last moment.
"So, neither myself nor anyone else can tamper with your holdings in the company?"
"Yes, yes Rex. Don't you worry. I've had everything arranged."
"Good. You know that was a close call, father?"
"I realize that son, but how can I be angry at you, son?"
"You have every right to be, father."
"And you have every right to be just as angry back, recalling our recent discussion?"
"I guess."
"By the way, where is Michael, Rex?"
"Still upstairs getting ready. I tell ya, dad..."
"Dad?"
"Father, I mean."
"Nooo, Rex. I like it.. so, what's Michael up to, as you were saying?"
"Oh, helping Carson get ready. Ever since he had his nips pierced, he's been so, 'conscious' of wearing them. I mean, without a shirt."
"I think he's rather sexy, Rex."
Rex's father excuse himself, to wet his whistle.
"Hmm.. "
"What Tom?" Rex asked, eyeing the twenty-one year old over, in his sexy outfit, no different than the other boy-clones.
"He'll be down soon. Carson's having trouble with his nip rings again," Tom reports.
"It's not the nip rings that are the problem, Tom."
"I know Rex, but lets humor him?"
"Y'know I would have nevera guessed that cool, suave, calm, collective Carson Peterson would wind up with his nips pierced."
"Yeah, and we all have Jim Rettinger to thank for it," Tom states.
"I wonder what's going to become of Jim Rettinger?"
"Trial, sentence, incarceration. My guess is that he'll get life."
Tom asks, "I wonder if he'll get time off for good behaviour?"
"Rettinger? Shit! All he's capable of is torturing guys."
"Yeah. I should know!"
"I forgot to ask you something, Tom?"
"What's that Rex?"
"Did you or the other guys know that you had been subjects of the porn movie making industry?"
"Nope. We all had gotten into it, through chatrooms, as 'wannabees'. At least, from my understanding, I thought Jim Rettinger was into fantasy roleplaying. That's how he conned each and every one of us guys."
"Yeah, it's sad that you had to find out the truth, through Kevin Mahoney's real suffering and grief."
"Rex, do you think Kevin will be willing someday to share his moments of being tied down and tortured for real?"
"That's not really my call, Tom. I'll have to ask Michael. He's taking care of making sure Kevin gets some counseling."
"Michael's such a good guy. You're real lucky, you know that Rex?"
"Um, not only me."
"Rex, come on. I told you that I didn't want to come between you two."
"And I told 'you', Tom that it was too late for that, besides, I think it's working out kind of nice, us four guys hanging together."
"Oh look! Speaking of the devils!"
"Where have been, Michael?" Rex asks, giving him a kiss.
"Oh, this guy here. Those nip rings will be the death of me yet!"
Carson asks, "Are they on straight? Do they look good?"
"They look delicious, Carson!" Tom compliments him.
"Delicious, Tom?"
"Yeah and on your chest, Carson, they make me want to eat them up!"
Acting like the looney guy he can be, Tom bends his head over and sideswipes one of Carson's nip rings.
"Oooh shit!" Carson calls out, rubbing the wet nip, as if Tom took a bite out of it.
"Hmm... I'll take more care of them later," Tom says to Carson.
"I get first dibs," Michael says.
"Don't worry Michael. Tom gets first dibs of my body and after that, I'll sure he'll be hooked!"
Tom moves over by Rex and then does what he did to Carson, but lingers, sucking Rex's nip.
"What'd I tell you guys?"
Michael and Carson, paired off and headed for the drink table.
"They make a great couple, don't they Rex?"
"Yeah, but I love Michael deeply."
"And me?"
"Let's say I'm learning to love you too, Tom."
They imbibe in a sweet kiss.
"Hey guys, look what I found!"
"Well, would you look at that? Finally get collared, Steve?"
"Yeah. Kind of an egagement present from Philip."
"Congratualtions, Steve," Rex says, "it couldn't have happened to a better pup!"
The four, Rex, Tom, Steve and Philip exchange hugs.
"Yeah, today I ate my first meal out of a bowl!" Steve says.
Philip comments, "Yeah and I can't get him to shut up about it!"
Rex says, "You should get with Rico and John and let Steve eat out John's ass."
"I know there's a punchline to this, Rex, so go ahead."
"It's a 'dog eat dog world'?"
"Booooooo," Tom rates the joke.
"That Rico sure is a hot tamale," Philip tells them.
"Yeah," Tom mentions, "I'd like to sprinkle some chili pepper on his nips and eat'em up!"
"What's this thing with you and nips, Tom?"
"Go figure," Rex replies for Tom. "Keep your eye on your nips, Philip or they might get sucked!"
"Like this you mean?"
Tom attempts to lick Philip's chest.
"Get away, you faggot!"
"Did I hear somebody mention my name?"
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Degradation!"
"Hi Ben."
"Hey."
Rex, as well as Tom, see the lustful way Philip looks at Ben.
"Hey, you had your chance, Philip," Ben says, also seeing the way Philip Sardi looks over his beefy, hairy body.
"Anymore cracks like that and I'll take a strap to ya, Benny!"
"Name the time and place and I'll be there, Phil!"
"Yeah right, Ben. You know the hassle Kevin's been giving me over borrowing you?"
"Yeah, I know. What can I say, Phil? Kevin knows quality!"
"Hmm... C'mon Steve," comes Phil's answer, "I feel like punching somebody!"
Before Philip leaves, with Steve, he gives Rex a kiss, and makes the rounds of the little group.
"Was Philip kidding? He's not really going to work Steve over, is he?"
"Nah. Though, knowing Steve, he could get into it."
"To each his own, I guess."
"Are you kidding? When Steve and I first started dating, he used to beg me to punch him in the stomach."
"For real, Rex?"
"Sure and a couple of times I did it, to shut him up!"
"Hmm... think we can try it sometime, Rex?"
"Now don't you start, Tom!"
"Will you look at that Ben."
"Yeah, he's on pins and needles, waiting for Kevin."
"Don't say that to Ben. He'll have Kevin doing that."
"Could be fun."
"Let me get out my paper."
"For what, Rex?"
"First I'll write down gutpunching, then making a voodoo doll outta ya, then..."
"Cool! You'd really do that to me, Rex?"
"Think about it, Tom. Do you really want me to punch you in the stomach or stick pins in your.... your... nips or wherever?"
"Oh man, did my cock twitch when you mentioned that, Rex."
"Hey, want to dance, Tom?"
"Changing the subject, Rex?"
"C'mon. Let's dance."
Michael and Carson seemed to take the prize for the dirty dancers of the night, Michael's cock out of his lowrise briefs and sticking up the leg of Carson's literally, 'mingling'. Rex joked, came over behind Michael, then taking his cock out, and stuck it up the back of his lover's briefs. Guys around them screamed with laughter at the humiliation involved. They all respected Michael for what he was, still the head of the household and as far as the respect was carried, he remained on a higher plane than Rex's father. Other than the cock up his brief joke, they knew not to make fun of anything Rex and Michael did, that made Michael look lower on the scale, when compared to Rex. Thus their relationship went on, as a loving couple. Of course, after the 'Rettinger incident', they didn't mind sharing their bed and love lives with Tom Moore and Carson Peterson. Tom even began showing an interest in Carson and vice versa.
"Hey look, Tom."
"What?"
"Ben."
"What about him?"
"No, look lower," Rex tells Tom, actually taking the head of the guy, three years older than himself and pointing it lower.
"He's got an erection, so?"
"Hee hee... he's had it since visiting Kevin, in the hospital early this morning, Tom."
"That long, huh? How can he keep it up that long?"
"I tend to think that while getting ready to come home, Kevin wanted to make sure Ben stayed hard for him."
"Hmm... Do you think he did the same thing to Ben, what you like to do to me, Rex?"
"Hee hee... yeah. Prolly.... let's make sure that when Kevin gets here, there's an 'unwrapping' of Ben's package?"
"I'll make sure we get plenty of pics for Ben's collection, too, Rex or do you want to take the pics?"
"Wait a sec, Tom."
Rex leaves the room for a minute. Tom, stands there, waiting for him to return, taking in all the hot flesh that abounds all around him.
"Here, Tom."
"What's this Rex?"
"An early birthday present."
"But I don't turn twenty-two for another month, Rex!"
"That's okay. I was saving it for then, but I figure why not start using it tonight."
Rex stands there, grinning and all, as Tom unwraps the gift, tearing the paper to shreds.
"Oh wow! For me? Ooooh, this is too much Rex!"
"No it's not, Tom. In case you haven't noticed, I've grown real fond of you."
"And me of you, but Rex, this has got to have set you back a small fortune!"
"I don't worry about things like that. Reorganizing his finances, my father has made sure I'm set for life, Tom. Go on... try it out... check out the zoom capabilities on... Ben?"
Tom laughs, handing Rex back the wasted paper, bow and box that the digital cam came in. Standing right where they are, he points the viewfinder in the direction of Ben. Dropping the cam's eye a couple of inches, Tom doesn't do a thing, as the digital cam instanly focuses itself.
"Oh fuck, is this hot!"
"Seize the moment, Tom."
After an almost silent click, Tom turns the reviewed work of art back towards Rex.
"What do you think, Rex?"
"Priceless, Tom!"
"Only one problem Rex."
"Oh? What's that Tom?"
"Even the pic of Ben's tented briefs is making my mouth water!"
"Well, if I didn't have this deep respect for Kevin, I'd let you relieve Ben of his 'misery'?"
"Oh man, I think he's coming!"
"Who? Ben?"
"No, not 'that kind' of coming, Rex. Kevin! C'mon, let's get closer to the door."
Rex wasn't stupid, as he watched Tom get closer to Ben, close enough to be in touching distance.
"Surprise!" The sound of thundering voices rang out, from within the grand ballroom, as Kevin walked in.
"Heeey, what's all this?" Kevin shouted, a big smile on his face.
Tom turns and mumbles to Rex, "I Kevin talking about Ben's crotch or the party?"
"Forget about it, Tom. You're not going to get even a lick!" Rex replied to his comment. "Um, the camera, Tom?"
"Oh yeah," Tom replied, shifting his attention from the 7c, in it's lycra prison, to snapping shots of Kevin and the other guys greeting him.
As Tom played cameraman, Rex mingled with the band of friends.
"Kevin looks great. What do you think, Rex?"
"Oh yeah. The plastic surgeon did a great job on his chest, Michael."
"Yeah," Michael replied, however, it wasn't Kevin's chest his mind was on.
Tom's pictures, when assembled later, would prove the point that Michael's focus, after the fact, would show that his gaze took in Carson's chest, glittering with sweat and in a shining moment, as the lights reflected off of the silver rings running through his nips.
"Will you look at that, Michael... um, Michael?"
"Yeah, Rex?"
Rex smiled. He knew that ever since Carson became their houseguest, that their relationship would never be the same. At first, Carson extended his stay beyond the five days, calling his boss, for the insurance company he's worked for, in Washington state, and telling him he'd be delayed. Now the leave of absence has grown into a month. Not that Rex minds or anything. While Michael has been entertaining Carson, he's been busy keeping Tom 'on his toes'.
"I still 'own' you, Michael."
Smiling, Michael replies, "Yeah, I know. Thanks for putting up with me, Rex."
Rex smiles again, flashing his grin.
"What?"
"Hmm... maybe tonight I should have another session with your vulnerable nips, to remind you of who's boss around here?"
"Oooh, but I'm behaving myself, Rex! Please don't punish my nips!" Michael plays, sarcastically.
"Why not? You liked it the first time, Michael."
"Yeah, but that was different."
"Oh? How was that different, Michael?"
"Well, we were getting to know each other. You would be punishing my nips because.... because you're jealous of the attention I've been giving Carson."
"Me? Jealous, Michael?"
"Yeah, Rex. But it should be me being jealous, after all the time you've been spending with Tom!"
"Why? You miss my cock up your ass, Michael?"
The discussion remained upbeat and friendly, however Michael's cock suddenly twitched in his briefs, as the melancholy moments of bliss returned from the memory center of his brain. He stood there, staring at the only man who would ever rule his mind and body.
"Ooooh, Michael," Rex sighed, placing his arms over his lover's shoulders, at the elbow and then drawing their little black bowties together.
"Oooooh yeah... hold me, Rex."
Sometime during Kevin's receiving welcome, Tom and Carson returned to their 'friends'.
Carson asks Tom, as they stand there next to Michael and Rex, passionately kissing, "Care to dance, Tom?"
"Can I play with your nip rings as we're dancing, Carson?"
"Sure, like I've told Michael... my body's your's!"
As the thirty-one year old and almost twenty-two year old walked off, Carson leading Tom towards the dance floor, Michael and Rex break off their loving kiss.
"They're good sports, don't you think, Michael?"
"Yeah. It's fun having them around."
"Michael?"
"Yes, Rex?"
"I really don't mind you playing with Carson. In fact I think he's good for you."
"Not as good as you are for me, Rex."
"Michael, I love you, but...."
"Hey, you don't have to say it, Rex. I know you hold a special place in your heart for Tom, too. Hey, your heart is big enough for two, Rex."
"Sweet, Michael. Think we can make it work?"
"Huh? What work?"
"This fourway relationship we have going?"
"As long as we keep it openminded and we each understand each other."
"Hee heee... look at Tom."
"Yeah, he sure has a talented mouth. Hey, you've got the camera, Rex. Use it!"
"Giving orders now, Michael?"
However, Rex positioned the camera, getting some good shots, zoomed in and otherwise, to add to his 'Tom collection'. One of the hottest pics, as the four of them would discover, later, is of Tom holding the shiny metal nip ring, from Carson's left pec, in between his teeth and stretching it away from his chest. Michael grabbed the camera away from Rex, to capture Carson's facial expression, a cross between pleasure and pain.
"I see we're going to have to get you your own cam, Michael!"
"What can I say, Rex? It's fun!"
After Rex retrieved Tom's birthday present, back from Michael, he replied, "I changed my mind, Michael?"
"Oh?" He said, innocently.
Rex, pointing the viewof the scrolling pics to Michael's attention, showed him all the shots of Carson, his chest, face and pubes, attesting to the workover Michael's nips would be getting, later in the evening or wee hours, whichever came first!
"Oh that!" Michael said, smiling.
"Prepare thy nips!"
Michael smiled back, his hand rubbing Rex up and down his bare arm.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, lusting over a vision of me working your nips or ask me to dance, Michael?"
"Let's boogie!"
As they passed Tom and Carson, on the dance floor, Tom took back his possession, as Carson asks, "Mind if I dance with someone else, Michael?"
"It's your ass that'll suffer, Carson!" Michael put on the ruff, tuff master's role demeanor.
"Oh, you're brutal, Michael!" Rex quipped.
"You mean like you can be with Tom, Rex?"
"He loves the way I talk down to him."
"Ditto with Carson."
"Yeah, I'd say it's fun having them around, Michael."
"Yeah, it gives us a chance to step out of character and be different."
"Right. Like right now, you're being so romantic, Michael."
"Mmmmmm... it's words like that, that make me want to surrender to you, Rex."
"Oooh yeah, Michael... smash those nuts up against me... get me nice and hard, so I can plunge deep into yo'ass!"
"Oh yeah... talk dirty to me, Rex."
Michael's dominant side headed for a landslide, as Rex began sweetly tearing him apart, limb by limb.
"Yeah, you want those nips worked over bad, don't you Michael?"
"Oh yeah..."
No man had an affect on Michael, the way the eighteen year old's cut through all that dominance, reducing the epitomy of a hardcore master, to a lowly servant, begging for the mistreatment of his dominant lover.
"Why don't I take you right now, upstairs, Michael and give you that whipping you deserve?"
"Oh yeah. I've been such a badboy, staring at Carson. I deserve to be whipped... no limits for you, Master Rex."
"Somebody mention my name?"
"Yeah and it's all your fault, Carson," Rex says, suddenly realising the possibility of two playmates, for the price of one.
"Hey, I got some great shots of you and Michael slowdancing, Rex!"
Rex, looking at the shots on the digital cam Tom held, widened his horizons to include third and fourth persons in some nasty play!
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