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CoMPany payLoaD 10
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning, true to Hector's beliefs of few of the dungeon partygoers showing up for work, even Nolan was reluctant to awaken, regardless of the alarm clock blaring with radio music. Pawing around to shut the damn think off, his arm discovers something `hairy' in his bed!
"Geoff? Where did you come from?" and then with immediate cause, holding his head, "Oh man do I have a headache!"
Turning on his side with a smile on his lips, Geoff Sahin helps to unearth Nolan's head from under the pillow, "Is it any doubt when you decide to drink Jack Daniels straight and a lot of it?"
He was sort of accepting Geoff's explanation, but more inquisitive, Nolan asks, peering out with one eye, "Wait. How come you're...."
His smile more brilliant, Geoff says, "I wanted to make sure you got the right foot in the right pajama leg!"
Moving a hand under the covers, "But I'm not wearing anything," Nolan replies, feeling up the fuzzy place around his cock and balls.
"Trust me," Geoff replies, "you were in no shape to dress or undress!"
"Undress? Does that mean...."
Geoff already knew this, but checking to be sure, "You mean you don't recall anything of me licking you from head to toe? Of sucking right down to your," two fingers paint a line from Nolan's mid-pecs to, "little bellyhole?"
"Ooh stop that Geoff!" Nolan reprimands, getting the shivers because of it being one of his acute pleasure spots. It then occurs to Nolan, "You licked me and I wasn't awake for it?"
Grinning, Geoff replies, "At least one of us got something out of it!"
Whether he believed it himself or not, Nolan says, "Oh, so you got me drunk out of my skull so you could take advantage of me, is that how it goes?"
Carrying it further, Geoff asks, "Hey, did you know you can shoot your load while you're sleeping?"
"Now you're pulling my leg, Geoff!"
"Not now, but very early this morning I was pulling both of them!"
Interrupting their sweet conversation, the radio alarm clock goes off for the second time.
"Hold on... did he say it's ten o'clock? I've got to get to the office!"
Doing a sit up, Nolan, with the help of Geoff's hand on his shoulder, falls back into the pillow.
"I've taken care of it."
"You've taken care of it? Taken care of what? Who do you think is going to run the show without me there?" Nolan says with concern.
"I spoke with Yalin and he seems to think between the three of them and Hector..."
"Hector?" Nolan questions it. "Why, Hector was one of the instigators in having everyone calling out!"
"I know, but Yalin said he outweighed showing up for work and attending to his responsibilities, rather than playing with his bear friend."
Nolan took that as the bright side of things, "I guess that's good. Still," Nolan sat up again.
A hand to Nolan's shoulder, Geoff replies, "And as for me, `thanks for asking', Gianni is opening up for me."
"Oh yeah," Nolan adds with delayed reaction, "don't you have to be up with the hens and chickens to get your shop up and running?" Pausing, "Gianni? He okay with opening up? You trust him?"
"And why not?" Geoff replies, a sly smile on his face. "If I can trust him in bed, why not with my shop?"
"Former boyfriend?" Nolan inquires. "Just checking!"
"Now and then. I've never formally had a relationship with any man."
"Really?" Nolan replies.
"Nope, but I think that's about to change!"
Nolan wondered whom the lucky fellow was, as Geoff bowls him over in the bed and applies his lips!
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Doug woke up before Denis and with nothing else to do after whizzing off, lay there on his side, elbow parked in the pillow and watched Denis' chest lift and recline. He knew his words, spoken out loud, were mental thoughts, but he couldn't help but feel like he was announcing a new chapter of his life, "This chest fuzz," he planed his hand over, barely touching skin, "is just awesome!" Working his hand down the stomach trail which was still coming in with thicker growth, then the shallow navel, he dared to go farther, his hand dipping under the sheet.
"So you like my chest fuzz?"
"Faker!" Doug called it, withdrawing his hand even before he reached his target.
Denis says, in a wide awake mood, "You can keep going if you want to?"
"I had fun last night."
"Yeah," Denis agrees, but wonders, "I had fun with you, Adam and Yalin too."
Whether Denis was fishing for more or not, probably more, Doug says, "I meant after the two went to Adam's room and we came to ours?"
"I like the sound of it," Denis says.
"Sound? Of what?"
"You called my room `our' room."
"Figure of speech, I guess," Doug replies.
"Oh," Denis says in a low, disappointed tone. Then switching from one thing to the next, "I had fun too... last night."
Playing, Doug asks, "You mean with Yalin, Adam and me, or afterwards?"
"It's really the first time I've enjoyed kissing a guy and... you know you taste better when you're ripe and not squeaky clean in the shower?"
It made Doug laugh, Denis figuring he was being stupid about the whole thing.
It was time for Doug to admit, "It was the first time I've ever done a 6-9' with a guy. I thought you tasted very' good!"
The mention of it, the after effect, had the two move closer together and cuddle up.
Drawing again on his frightful experience, Denis turns it into an act of joy, "One thing I'm glad about, Kevin Branson taking the heat at the cabin."
"What's that?"
"Not that I'm complaining, but nobody got a chance to fuck me?"
Having a sneaky suspicion this was leading to something, Doug asks a simple, "And?"
A small smile preceded Denis saying, "I wish instead of you sucking me last night, you were fucking me, Doug." He waited for reaction.
"I wanted to, but... I've always figured all along, when it came the time to claim a guy, I would have to like him very much. I'm not into `hit and run', you know?"
"Hit and run?"
Adding a cocky smile, Doug replies, "Yeah, don't want to have an accident and make a guy pregnant!"
They laughed over it, but as the tickled thoughts dwindled, they slipped into a more serious mode, kissing each other.
Greeting the two with a yawn, Adam says, "Are you two going to sleep through breakfast?"
Doug half on, half off Denis' bod, Denis complains, "The room has a door brother dear."
"So what's your point?" Adam clearly knew.
"Doors were meant to be knocked on before entering. You're so fuckin' rude, you know?"
"Me?"
Doug jumps on him, "Yeah you, `dear brother'!"
"Hey you two. Don't gang up on me or else I'm not saving you any pancakes!"
Shutting the door, Denis springs out of bed.
"Wait. Where you going?" Doug questions, left alone in bed.
"Adam like makes the best pancakes!"
With two feet in a pair of briefs, pulling them up, Doug responds to him, "I can't believe you did that... right in the middle of me working up to fucking you!"
"Can you do it later?" he tosses Doug a pair of briefs.
"Nouguet?" Doug asks, catching the briefs which are not his.
Denis replies, "Yeah. I know you got plenty to fill the cock-sock!"
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"I'm curious Geoff?"
"About?" Geoff asks, taking the lead to turn on the shower.
Standing there, the wall holding him up, Nolan asks, "How come you had all those guys suck me off last night?"
Reaching out for Nolan before entering the shower, Geoff replies, "Oh, I suppose it was because I was getting a little fatigued and thought maybe I'd take it easy and have some guy suck me while you and those other three college boys put on a show for me?"
"Oh-h-h-h!" Nolan says, feeling the warm water run down his bod, same time reflecting on the three college jocks, "Yeah, I can't believe how good Trystan tongue-fucked my ass and in that little space!"
Geoff was quick to come back with, "Trystan didn't tongue-fuck your ass. That was Simon. Trystan sucked your ball sacs."
"Really? I thought it was Joseph who worked my sacs over?"
"No. It was Trystan. Simon.. well Simon was all over you. He started with sucking your nips and then worked his way down to your cock. By that time Joseph had come around front and was on your other ballsac. However, then he went for your cock... I think there's some kind of powerplay amongst the three, because Trystan slapped your cock right off Joseph's tongue and claimed it, which gave him choosing to either do your sac or go up top."
"And he did what?"
Laughing in the shower, Geoff says, "Man, you were so drunk. Do you even remember getting on the kareoke with Trys, Simon and Joseph and singing `Sugar Pie Hunney Bunch'?"
"Not at all. I was singing? I don't know how to sing!"
"You were and pretty damn good!"
Joking, Nolan asks, "How long did it take for the bar to empty out?"
"Are you joking? Guys were stuffing dollar bills in your g-string faster than..."
"G-string? What do you mean G-string? I don't own a G-string, Geoff?" Nolan asks, rather startled, both hands on Geoff's hairy pecs.
"They don't allow nude dancing and when you took your pants off, you had forgotten to put your briefs on. Simon took his g-string off and tossed it up on stage. Rocky helped you into it."
"Rocky? Who's Rocky?" Nolan asks.
"Morning security at the Chasm. He was ready to toss you out until I explained who you were."
"Oh, so everybody now knows me as the swingin' kareoke singer from the Chasm?"
Geoff, with humor replies, "I've the five hundred bucks, which says you can sing, stashed in a draw!"
"Five.... hundred..."
"Don't let it go to you head, Nolan. I think they were more interested in touching you rather than gloat over your singing abilities?"
Smirking, Nolan replies, "You mean like the way your hands are all over me?"
They wasted a lot of water kissing and touching!
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"Bro! What's this?"
"Are you kidding?" Adam replies, an evil grin on his face. "If I had tempted you with cereal I would have never aroused you two out of bed!"
Walking up behind his brother, doing dishes at the sink, Denis grabs his elbows and pins them behind his back, accusing, "Welcher!" Turning him straight around, Denis orders, "Punish him Doug!"
"What?" Doug responds. "What do you mean punish him?"
Like a script from an orchestrated play, Adam falsely says, "Oh no Doug, please don't punish my worked out abs from the gym?"
"Worked out abs from the gym?" Doug asks, scratching his head as he stands right in front of Adam, in the bondage of his brother's arms.
Denis replies, "Just give him a couple of slugs in the gut, Doug and make him happy?"
"No. Why?"
Laughing, him and Denis taking it like a joke, Adam giggles, then says, "I'll make it easier. Five bucks a punch, if you punch me five times in the stomach. Don't you want to make twenty-five easy bucks, Doug?"
"Not that way," Doug replies. Yet, down inside something was telling him he wanted to do it. If it were Denis he was being badgered to gut punch, it would be different, but his older brother, "Are you sure it's okay?"
It set off a new fire in Adam's eyes, the twenty-seven year old yelling ecstatically, "Hell yeah! C'mon! Do it!"
Loosening his grip, Denis says, "Maybe Doug doesn't want to do it."
"Of course he wants to do it!" Adam replies.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you Adam," Doug sees it Denis' way.
"Hurt Adam?" Denis replies. "Not with that cast iron stomach!"
Taking the apron off, Adam was as naked as them underneath, only the briefs. Boasting about his six pack abs, he pounds on them with his fists, "Nothing can penetrate this!" He beat his abs like Tarzan.
Denis goes to sit and eat cereal, saying, "Will you hurry up and punch him Doug, so we can get him off our backs?"
Then, Denis is all ears, listening intently as if an educated conversation, Doug asking Adam, "Like how many can you take?"
"Take?" Adam laughs, "Had a dude down at the gym work out his stressful day at the office, working over these abs. You just keep on going till I tell you it's enough, okay?" He ends his statement placing both hands behind head and flexing his abs.
Doug admits, "I never punched anybody in the stomach on purpose."
"Just do it Doug, so we can eat breakfast?" Denis says, already woofing down his Cap'n Crunch.
"Or," Adam drops his hands, "we can do it later when `baby brother' is not being so persistent?"
"Woosing out on Doug, Adam?"
Laughing, literally in Denis' face, Adam turns back to Doug, saying, "Later... I challenge you to giving me two hundred punches in the stomach, Doug."
Wiseguy `baby bro' says, "That's it? I thought you let the muscle dude at the gym give you three hundred?"
Going along with the gag, Doug says, "Welching on me Adam?" Whether he meant it as a joke, to himself Doug was feeling like it was real, by not allowing some dude `welch out' on him. It gave way for reason, to stir up things between his legs!
"Two hundred... three hundred.. whatever. It's all good!"
Denis snaps back, "Take it Doug. It's good money."
"Money? What do you mean?" Adam asks his bro.
"You promised Doug five bucks a punch. How much does that come to Doug?" Denis asks.
"No-o-o-o-o, now wait a minute here. Don't you go putting stuff into Doug's head," Adam waves his finger at his brother, "I meant it before when you were holding me and..."
"Doesn't matter if it's me holding you or your little bondage set up down at the Chasm, Adam. You promised Doug five bucks a punch." And to his friend, "Doug, are you going to let Adam welch out on you?"
Whether provoked or not, Doug `was' getting into this and the more things progressed in the kitchen, he was feeling more and more the dominant role, replying, "He better not be or I'll do more than make those abs mush!" Amazed at how well his rhetoric came out, Doug giggled.
"Oh shit!" Adam said with seriousness. "I better go think about this!"
Instigating the laughter, Denis says, "You've got him scared."
"I didn't mean to," Doug replies, sitting down. "Though I have to admit..." then he froze, not wanting to reveal his true feelings over the whole matter.
"Admit what?" Denis pressed, as he picked up his cereal bowl and drank down the sweet milk.
"I better not say on account of..."
Having a tough time getting it out, Denis says, "If it's about what happened to me, you don't have worry. Trust me. After the incident at the lake Adam had me go see a shrink. I'm okay with what Adam likes to do. If you can get into it, it's okay too."
Not sure of Denis' direction, Doug asks, "Like what's Adam into?"
Because he had gone through it, the real life equivalent, Denis knew playing the game' was different than it really happening, saying, "That maso-sado' stuff? You know, `whips and chains'?"
Totally new to Doug's thinking, he asks, "No. What's that?"
Rattling off like a high school quiz, Denis asks, "You know what a whip and a chain is, right?"
"Sure, I know what a whisk is. It's a little dohickey you use in the kitchen..."
"Doug," Denis stops his whisking' hand, "I said whip', not `whisk' and chain, like a chaingang from a prison wears?" Denis mimics the same thing like he had around his own wrists, "cuffed around their wrists?"
More drawing on Denis' incident, after it clicks, Doug asks, "It's okay for you talk about all this?"
It looked like Denis didn't wish to talk about it, asking, "I don't suppose you've ever heard of `The Chasm'?"
"A cave in Pennsylvania?" Doug guesses, even though he thinks he's likely wrong.
As Denis explains, about `The Chasm', a nice little dungeon club in the basement of a bar, where guys go and live out their wildest fantasies, Doug chomps very slowly on his Cap'n Crunch. He made it last the whole conversation, taking in every little detail which rolled off Denis' tongue.
At a lull in the conversation, Doug figured Denis was finished, him saying, "Know what?"
"What?" Denis replies.
"I think you got me hard!"
"Any part in particular?" Denis asked, because he was a little turned on that Doug was turned on.
"I know this sounds heartless, but when you told me the part about Kevin Branson `wanting' stuff to happen to him , which happened up at the cabin... sorry, but it started my balls a-twitchin'!"
Then it surfaces, Denis announcing with excitement, "You want to play with Kevin? I can arrange it!"
It then dawns on Doug, "Wait. Something isn't clicking right here."
"No and I guess I better clear the air before you and me..." Denis takes a deep breath, "before we start something here."
Doug listened patiently, Denis telling him, he wasn't scared up at the cabin when they were doing things to Kevin Branson. Truth of the matter the eighteen year old wished his perpetrators would `do' some of the stuff to him they did to Kevin. But then again, it was like his mind was washed clean and then he wished he could join them in helping to torture Kevin. "I get so confused sometimes," Denis says, bowing his head to his lap.
"What did your shrink say about your feeling this way?"
Looking up, because he was comfortable more with talking to Doug than his shrink, "I didn't tell him. I more or less `played the game' so he could give me a clean bill of mental health."
"I don't know what to tell you Denis," Doug figures, all this new to his own comprehension, "you liked watching Kevin Branson getting tortured, yet you wanted to get tortured. I guess you like both, but then again I'm probably not making any sense?"
"No. I mean yes. You're right. I like both, but I think I like more getting it than giving it. Or it could be the mood changes. I don't know. It's all so confusing."
"You're telling me!" Doug replies.
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Suddenly Geoff had to get ready for the bakery, so Nolan figured he better get to the office.
"What are you doing tonight?" Geoff asks, smoothing out the white uniform over his chest.
Laughing it off, Nolan replies, "Oh, maybe I'll hang out at `The Chasm' and see if I can get some boys to suck me off!"
Turning around, Geoff gets serious and sweet on Nolan, saying, "Unless you would rather have me strip you down and work you over with my tongue?"
"You? Work me with your' tongue? Geoff, I thought you were the big master' dude. Isn't it supposed to be the `other' way around?"
Arms caressing Nolan in his own private prison, Geoff replies, "That's not how it always goes. It took me awhile to find a hot master to tame me!" He kisses Nolan on the neck.
"Me? A master, Geoff? `Ha'! I haven't any idea how to be a master!" he laughs it off.
In all seriousness, Geoff responds, "Are you kidding, Nolan? Damn, I'd love to have you whip me!"
"Wait. I'm confused," Nolan shows false horror.
Nolan was confused!
Geoff, his hands rubbing up and down Nolan's wet back, lips giving way to small pecks on the neck, slowly working towards chest, "What's so confusing?"
"Like what you're doing now?" Nolan replies, looking down at Geoff's lips getting dangerously close to his sensitive left nip!
"Oh man!" Geoff halts his tenderly action momentarily to state, "Love sucking on such succulent nips!"
Nolan couldn't get a word in edgewise, not with Geoff's lips tantalizing his nip, cupping them around the juicy nub, tongue darting in, stabbing it, then increased pressure, followed by lapping up the shower-water, right over the perky spot.
Too, how could Nolan fight Geoff off, if he cared to at this point, Geoff's left hand doing some light mashing of his other nip, Geoff's right hand reeking havoc, finger-massaging his hard barrel!
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Across the Atlantic, in an off the beaten path ranch home, played out over an expanse of land, surrounded by vegetation, a tall brick wall fencing in the property, a meeting was in progress. In attendance were an assembled hoard of men loyal to Erik Harrellsson, the forty-six year old, who has refused to relinquish his business attachments, even though the downfall spiring of his business affiliation with the long standing family business has sent him to the bottom rung of the corporate ladder.
Giuseppe, Erik's dear friend from years back, sat at Erik's right, often joining him at viewing the floor plans of the Harrellsson building, jumping up to add suggestion on how to plan the perfect kidnapping, without stirring things up too much, "I would think, Erik, if your interest lies in doing this without as much attention as possible," he draws an imaginary line, "a much better route would be to utilize the service elevators, rather than public transport to the upper offices?"
With more feeling than just a friendly association, Erik replies, "That's why I have you here Giuseppe, to help call the shots?"
Over the years Erik has seen the Italian countryside more than once yearly and each time it's been spent, not in a hotel, but at Giuseppe's waterside villa. Not only time spent sunning on the private beach, but often orgies made up of men from all ages, some have curtailed in the secret room, lodged behind the fake wall of the wine cellar, it swinging open to reveal a well stocked dungeon. On any given evening, a party would be going on, stocked with anywhere from ten to fifty fantasy thrill-seekers. However, for right now, the meeting of Erik and Giuseppe was for other, more personal matters.
A longing for things to be expedited hastily, it was lodged in Giuseppe's mind, "How could I refuse," he addresses Erik, a wide grin on his face, "with such a bountiful reward?"
As if a private, mental communique, Erik and Giuseppe exchanged glances. Both knew the bounty Giuseppe requested, to have Demont brought to his villa, taken to the place behind the wine cellar wall, strictly for himself and his friends to imbibe in forced pleasures. Short-lived was the message, Erik continuing, "A change of plans, we'll use the service elevators and I'm sure this will present a less chance to observe our comings and goings."
Interrupting Erik's direction of how the siege was to go, Tom Houten, out to make some college money, along with his twenty-six year old brother, Jerry, asks, "I don't understand."
Not really pleased with having such young blood along for the operation, Erik asks with sarcasm, "What is it you don't understand Tom?"
Very protective of his younger brother and his interests, Jerry wanted to say something, but kept his tongue. Instead, he kept his thoughts to himself, of wanting to take Erik on, one-to-one and then see what the man was made of. He thought, `how big a man' Erik Harrellsson would be, his ass over a bondage table and...
"How can you possibly do something against your own son?" Tom breaks his brother's train of thought.
Giuseppe lends a hand, tells a secret very few people know, "Because he is not Erik's son?" He looks to Erik as if asking for permission to reveal the truth, even though he has already done so!
"Not your son? But I thought..." Still, things didn't register with Tom Houten from the beginning. If his son spent time with father, being brought up, educated, then entering into the business, why should there be such hate and aggression?
Of course, on the bargaining table today, Erik had left out some of the more incriminating elements of why there was such animosity between the father and son. On a legal basis, a father coaching' his teenage son in the rituals of gay sex, by example, having his son suck him or fucking him till he thought Nolan got the hang of it, there were laws to protect against this happening. Morally, since Nolan was adopted', Erik didn't look at it as if a blood relative and felt no harm or shame in looking after his son's `sex' education.
Too, if Tom knew of the corporal punishment, which from time to time fit Erik's definition of justice being served, probably the twenty-three year old would have felt mercy. Instead, the picture painted was one of an unruly son and father only doing the right thing.
However, as Jerry sat there and listened, things didn't seem to measure up. Though, right now he and his brother were in the thick of this plot and to back out now might be dangerous for not only his own personal welfare. In a way he was sorry he had Tom talk him into earning college money in this manner. As he thought more on it, maybe it's that roommate of Tom's he should be blaming, not his brother. Swaying from the matter at hand, Jerry switched his attention to Jaco, Tom's roommate.
Lightly tapping his fingertips on the edge of the table, Jaco hardly pay attention to things, what with earbuds pounding some rap beat into his ears. He was feeling the beat, mouthing some of the words and glancing all around until he bent forward towards Jerry, pulling out one of the buds and asking, "What?"
Shaking his head negatively, Jerry replies, "Nothing," but there was something which did keep Jerry's attention on Jaco, even though Jaco went back to his music and inattention.
According to his own intuition, this whole thing stunk, but for now Jerry was playing it cool.
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At the office, things were running along quite smoothly with Yalin in charge. Even though he had some horrible experience working under Erik Harrellsson, he pay attention to how business affairs were run and picked up a lot of knowledge. He knew for instance, at the beginning of the business day, to review all appointments for the elder Harrellsson, so went straight away to Nolan's desktop calendar and studied it. Yalin was relieved there was no board meeting today and overall it seemed like a light schedule.
From working under Erik, he already was familiar with names and when he read off, "Felipe Cabeza," his opinion of the one o'clock lunch-meeting, was, "sweet!"
He flopped down in Nolan's swivel chair, tip of the pen at his lips, his left leg over the arm, in a thoroughly relaxed position, daydreaming of the twenty-eight year old hunk, picturing in his mind of how Felipe looked and conducted himself, based on Erik's bragging about how good the meeting went. Of course, Yalin being there in Erik's office, taking notes, he only jotted down the important, business parts, leaving out Erik's personal notes. Even though at the time he felt bad for Felipe, having to fend off Erik's sexual means by sealing a deal, in the jon of the restaurant, Felipe's ass slung over a sink, his hand on his crotch as he sat there made him harden up in no time.
"Having fun are we?"
Sitting up straight, suddenly, almost made Yalin lose his balance as he responds to Jake, "Yeah... I mean no.. I mean," and instead of putting himself on the line, "I have... um, Nolan has... had an appointment with Felipe Cabeza at one o'clock, at Flathead Manor."
Looking Yalin up and down in a cagey manner, Jake says in a humorous way, "You better fix yourself then!"
Glancing down upon himself, Yalin saw a few wardrobe problems, mainly tucking in his white dress shirt so his hairy navel couldn't be seen and straightening out his belt buckle so it was dead center above his zipper. For safety sake, he adjusts his tie, saying, "Thanks." Nervous though of his first meeting with Felipe, Yalin says, "Want to come along?"
"Want to?" Jake replies. "Hey, you're the next man on the totem pole. It's not my call, but if you want me to go I'll go."
Not even checking in on the morning office staff, Yalin asks, "Where's Doug?"
Nonchalantly, but with poise, Jake replies, "Prolly at home fuckin' with the surf dude he met in the window?"
Really, Yalin was happy about it, mainly because of what he found out about Denis through his brother. Too, if it wasn't for Adam, he would not have had such a hot night as last night, something lacking in his life for a long, long time. He even had a flashback of how good it felt fucking a guy instead his own ass being a constant target of aggression! "Yeah well, do you think you can fix yourself up some, Jake?"
"Fix myself up? Like what's wrong with how I'm dressed now?"
Entering the office, Jake gave Yalin the once over and not because he was a vengeful person, but feeling the executive power coursing through his veins, he figured Nolan would as much say, "Nothing, if you want to look like a fuckin' slob?"
More surprised was Jake than anything, his jaw dropping open.
Too, happy as a lark for the ability to come right out and say what he pleased, unlike under the horrible situation as secretary to Erik Harrellsson, he exercises his executive right, "Frankly, Jake, if you want my opinion for the rank you are presently at, you should think about getting a suit or two?"
Backing down, because Jake figured he had it all in hand, working his way into a dominating position in the executive suite, he replies, "Uh yeah... sure... next time I have a few minutes on my hand."
He never expected more on Yalin's part, the twenty-eight year old Syrian walking over to him and seemingly getting `sexual', reaches over to his shirt, unbuttoning it.
"First, Jake. You've got to get into the habit of buttoning this up correctly?"
"Anything you say, Yalin!" Jake agreed wholeheartedly, not only watching his shirt being unfastened from top to bottom, silhouetted against his dark bod hair, but then his hairy stomach and chest enveloped back up, feeling fingers on his skin as his shirt was buttoned back up.
"There," Yalin replies, spiffing up Jake's tie.
Smiling after saying so, Jake replies, "You mean there's not more?"
"Should there be?" Yalin replies, returning the smile as he planes his hands down the front of Jake's shirt, `ironing' it out. He then drops his hands.
"You shouldn't tease a guy like that, Yalin!"
Back at the desk, Yalin picks up a folder, replying, "What ever do you mean, Jake?"
Friendly like, Jake replies, "I don't get mad - I get even!"
"See if you can find a jacket before meeting time, Jake?" was the way in which Yalin excused the eighteen year old cub.
Leaving the room, Jake's hand was on the doorknob, bringing it closed, but his other hand was on his crotch, remarking, "Fuckin' hot!"
At this moment the key thing on Jake's mind was jacket'. With the suggestion from Yalin brought to mind the one place he could get one. As of yesterday, programmed into his cell was the number of Joseph Diamond, aka Diamond Joe' and now buzzing in his ear was the connection!
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At the conclusion of the meeting of the minds, Erik broke up the meeting, him and Giuseppe remaining, Tom Houten and his brother, James, leaving with Jaco and Jaco's buddies, Steve Smith and Pete Worth.
Cornering Jaco off to the side, Tom asks in a meek manner, "Um, Jaco, what if my brother and I decide to change our mind?"
An evil laugh brought on, "Let me fill you in on something Tom. Down in Giuseppe's wine cellar he has a place for guys who welch out on him. Trust me, if you've never thought in your wildest mind of being incarcerated in a fully working torture chamber, I'd think twice about what you're saying!" He pats Tom on the shoulder and walks away with his friend.
Turning back to James, he asks, "What was that about?"
Tom asks, "James, you ever been in a torture chamber?"
"Torture chamber?" James asks, looking like Tom has asked an asinine question.
As Tom explains what he's confronted Jaco with and Jaco's response, James is thinking about the two times he and some friends have visited such a place. After Tom finishes, James' reaction is, "The wine cellar, is it?"
Tom was mystified, but let it go over his head.
Persisting, James' uncontrollable desire to check out the wine cellar, not for thirst of the alcoholic elixir, but rather the churning elixir in his balls, when they split at one of the many backdoors, Tom wanting to enjoy the benefits of an outdoor swimming pool and tennis courts, James sought out directions. Very good at conning information out of a soul, the twenty-six year old came upon one of the many chefs, on an off hour, in the kitchen.
"What's on the menu for dinner tonight, chef?" he asks, approaching a dude his own height, about six foot-two.
Except for the tall, white chef's hat, when he turned to his right, he came eye to eye with James, replying with a question, "Who wants to know?"
"My name's James," James replies with a smile, after getting the once over.
"Cocquelet Barde au Bascon et legumes du jour?"
Perhaps he wasn't expecting it, James replying, "Ah, one of my favorites, cornish hen wrapped with bacon, with vegetables on the side," adding a hint, which would help gather information to the wine cellar, "with what kind of white wine?"
"I haven't decided upon it yet," the chef replies.
`Bingo!' James immediately thought. Since the chef was being helpful, he decides to further his quest by way of, "You got a name?"
After a short laugh, he replies, "I sure hope they gave me one!"
Not finding it too hilarious, James laughed anyway. "And that would be?"
"Do you like games, James?"
Wondering where all this was going, James answers truthfully, based on some of the more recent ones, played in college, "I do, matter of fact," he steps closer. "This going to be a guessing game?"
Placing parts of the dish on one platter, the chef walks over to a refrigerator, "In a way I suppose you can put it in that perspective." He places the platter on one of the immense shelves, shuts the door and comes back to where James parks his ass on the edge of the butcher-block table.
"Leroy?" James guesses.
"No, but you're close. It begins with `L', but I'd rather think it might be exciting if we chose a different way to play the game?"
Still in the dark over what `L' was getting at, James asks, "And how would that go?"
Keeping James in suspense, he asks, "How are you at picking out wines?"
He didn't wait, `L' going to a door, opening it and beginning to walk down a flight of stairs.
Hearing the descending pattern of footsteps, James thinks out loud, "What could be easier?"
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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