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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CoMPany payLoaD 12
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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In the underground cavern, isolated from the array of Guiseppe's lavish, landscaped Italian villa, a thunderous clap of laughter rang out, much like an actor in a horror movie, portraying the part of an evil man, hung on doing something dastardly to his victim. In this scenario, the script read out, James walking up to the twenty-nine year old chef, a flogger in James' left hand, seemingly a part of the ensemble, perfectly matching the chaps, boots and splayed harness, spread out over the master's chest.
Before Laurent was tethered eagle-spread to the restraining table, he was all excited about being a mentor to James, hopping right up on the ledge, swinging his legs to the foot of the bondage board, slapping his back up against its leather surface and stretching his arms to the top. He recalled his jovial words upon doing so, "And after you've buckled my wrists up with the leather cuffs, you do my ankle cuffs!"
His excitement showed, James standing there at his willing victims' side, though he was a bit perplexed of how far he could go when it came to the ensuing action. "If you say so," James put it, a smile constantly adorning his lips. Walking to the head of the table, James and Laurent kept locked eyes, both in an upside down position of view.
Sensing something, a little more than what James has said, the good-looking caterer says, "Um, you said you haven't had much experience at this, right James?"
"A little!" Matching his exclamation, as the image of how the script should go, the corners of James lips flinched at the same time his words matched the fastening of the second wrist cuff, meant to dig into Laurent's wrists.
Reacting, Laurent belches, "Owch!"
Walking down the side of the table, James' hand swoops down over Laurent's hairy chest, following the path to his pubes, "That's why they call it torture!" He laughed.
Laurent gulped, his eyes peering down upon himself, barely seeing the hand move through the reddish-brown forest of chest hair, disappearing like a fox in the brush, then emerging.
James' hand pivots, utilizing his fuck-you finger as a catalyst to turning it about in the inkwell of Laurent's stomach.
"Oh man, don't do that," he pleads, "it feels so-o good!"
Knowing what it meant, a loosely thrown hint, James follows up with, "Oh really? As much as this?"
Laurent never saw it coming. What with James fuck-you` finger playing with his bellyhole, he never saw the right arm in the air, fist engaged and readied for assault.
"Akh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" He belched out in a long stream of pain.
Laughing his ass off, James responds to his fist clobbering Laurent's big balls, at ramming speed, "Don't tell me that's all you can take after the big build up, Laurent?"
Moaning, a mix of pain and pleasure, Laurent had his pride and instead of caving in to where James was going with this, he responds, "Oh no... no... not at all," he supplied his reaction through small gasps of breaths. Though it was probably one of the most intense ball-punches he's ever received, he lies, "I can take much, much more!" After he said it, it did occur to Laurent he was more or less asking for more pain and didn`t have a clue to how that would pan out!
"Is that so?" On the word `so', James pulled the second ankle cuff tightly.
Of course Laurent felt it, as much as the second binding around his wrist, knowing James was making a statement of how rough he could get, but at this point it was useless to show a harsh attitude, when James proved already how uninhibited he could be, hence the heavy ball-bashing.
"Oh," James looks down at the foot of the table, "what's this for?" Seeing a latch, he's already followed the serration of the bondage table, running from the little latch, clearly towards his victim's pubes.
"Oh that," Laurent's vision could barely see down his own bod, "that's..."
Not needing to complete his thoughts, `cause James had already done his own investigating, releasing the loaded latch, the table splits right in half, the table spreading apart lengthwise, with squeaking wheels to the floor. "How convenient!"
From the time he was outfitted by his willing victim, James felt it much too constraining to have his wares all caged up in the codpiece, so elected to have his softened meat hang out. Right now though, his balls were churning, his hand turning his semi-soft rigidness into a full blazing hardon, his eyes helping to create the excitement to turn his rod hard, looking upon the perfect path to Laurent's balls.
"Hmm, heavy," James says, picking up the two tennis ball-sized lumps. "Feels kind of nice," he furthers, placing the tip of his cock up to the indentation he feels, holding the two sacs out of the way.
Toying with him, Laurent replies, "You're not gonna fuck me, are you? You haven't even tortured me yet!"
"Not yet," James let out a boisterous, evil laugh. Immediately he grabbed at the base of both balls, forming a ring in the pocket of his thumb and index finger and creating his own `cockring', seized the two globes.
Laurent writhed in incredible, awesome pain as James used his handmade noose to give his tormented victim a `lift'.
"Now to get a handle on things!" A short giggle preceded James' action, shoving his hips forwards, piercing the hole underneath Laurent's stretched out ball-sacs.
The best of both worlds, Laurent's arms turned slightly, his hands grabbing at the top of the leather-covered table, a ploy to be able to pivot his bod. Instead of shying away from the pain and pleasure, it acted as a tool, to press his bod towards James, yet stretch his sacs as he hung suspended several inches above his seeping cock!
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"Demont!"
In a giddy mood, Demont Abdelaziz casually walks up to his employer and in a loving manner caresses, kisses him on the neck and greets, "Hey Nole-baby!" Eyeing Nolan from face to midchest, "You're looking good... looking good!"
"Do I need to ask why the chipper mood?" Nolan says, fixing the knot of Demont's perfectly manicured appearance, white dress shirt, the dark suit and arranged tie.
Both in the know, Demont replies, "I owe you big time for the good time last night."
"You do, do you?" Nolan says, with ulterior motives in his brain.
Well-thinking it as wishful wanting on Nolan's part, Demont could only guess what was churning in his employer's mind and possibly lower, responds, "Anything," and more serious, a sole finger tapping on Nolan's chest, "anything you want, it is yours!"
Kind of an instant turn it was, Nolan smiling, thinking of this big Mideastern dude even suggesting he could take whatever he wanted, it did occur to Nolan what damage his cock could do to an unprimed ass, "Anything, huh?"
More sweet, `ass-kissing' manner, Demont says, "Even that," he tells Nolan with confidence, "I am serious. I owe you much." Then, journeying back to a time when he first set foot on US soil, to a place where he didn't know a sole and happening upon the likes of Nolan, "Anything... anything you like..." proving his allegiance, "you know there is not a man I would do this for, but you... you... I get down on my hands and knees for you!"
Smiling, knowing, whether true or as example, Nolan replies, "Really? How deep do you think your tongue could dig into my ass?"
A fake slap up the side of Nolan's face, Demont replies, "Every man has his limits!"
Right now, Nolan was ready to abandon any limits he could think of, but switched off from them, to another, "And of Aaron and Corin?"
"Corin? I cannot tell you."
Wondering, Nolan asks, "Oh?"
"Skip likes him very much. I let him have Corin to take home last night."
"Oh-ye-eah. Skip. Mr. Niceguy!" Nolan replies facetiously. "And of Aaron?"
"It will take time, but I will make that boy tote the line!"
"I bet you will!" Nolan replies, straightening the strips of Demont's black necktie, fingers teasing the sides of the buttoned shirt, backs of his fingers feeling up some skin between the flaps of the fabric. Peering down, he sees a slight bulge.
Noticing Nolan has `noticed', Demont says, "Sometime I would like to be tied down to the bed and at your mercy."
Backing up, detaching himself, Nolan says, "Be careful what you wish for Demont!"
Returning to his original praise of his employer, both professionally and personally, Demont says, "This is one thing I wish for. One thing which will make me happy man. One time I need to feel this."
Right now, this was one time Demont was confusing him, Nolan saying, "I'm afraid I'm not following you Demont. Want to enlighten me?"
"I know you are with Geoff Sahin now, but anytime. I do not care if Geoff want to help, but I need you to dominate me. You get now?"
Getting it, Nolan first licked his lips, not that it was his intentions to do so, but thought it kind of wild to even think of the possibilities of having Demont stripped, on his knees or probably as Geoff would have it, Demont tied eagle-spread to the bed or some piece of equipment at `The Chasm' and have his way. However, as much as he willed it, Nolan never thought of helping a stranger in a strange land ever repaying his kindness, "Maybe."
"Good," Demont replies, like he was relieved, "you tell me when and where and I be there. Now. I need to get back to business."
"We could have lunch, if you want?" Even though Nolan was already on his way to Sahin's Bakery.
"No. Thank you though," Demont cordially replies, a huge deviation from his attitude at `The Chasm', from last night, "but I need to pick up my folders at the copy center!"
He hustled away, Nolan putting two and two together, `Aaron Kline working in the copy center and Demont on his way?'
"Hey mister, you all right?"
"Yeah," Denis seconded Doug's concern when the two, plus Joe Diamond, walk in the door of the photography studio.
Rolling his eyes, Joe Diamond comments, "An Academy Award actor you are not, Glenn?"
"Still," Glenn Watney answered the boys' concern, sitting up from his fake fainting spell, to make the boys think they were too cute for words, "you have to admit they were scared?"
Doug offers, "I was... um, scared.. maybe not scared, but thought maybe you had a heart attack or something?"
"Me too," Denis sides with his new boyfriend.
Standing upright and alert, the twenty-seven year old fashion photographer dusts himself off, "I'm already beginning to like you boys very much!"
"Don't get too cozy, Glenn?" Joe Diamond says, knowing of Glenn's notorious background with models.
"Really, Joe?"
"Really," Joe replies, sending a message. As per Joe Diamond, his reactions on models and modeling were mixed. Depended on the guy. As for Doug and Denis, he already painted a picture of two down-to-earth, nice guys and didn't want them `tainted' by the type of sexual favors exchanged between Watney and the models he represented through his photographic offerings.
"Very well," Glenn huffed out his reply. Turning to Doug and Denis, he asks for names and then each, choosing, "Doug. How do you envision yourself in the world of modeling a year from now?"
"I don't know. Until an hour ago I didn't even know I was a model!"
However, for Denis, there was a time when, after his horrific incident up at the lake cabin, when his wounds were healed, his brother had posed the question of what he wanted to do. Secretly, for years as he neared his late teens, he had dreamed of becoming a model, like Andrew Stetson or even Bryan Thomas, an idol to model his bod after, with more of an idea of how the model world went'. Getting a little crazy on the ideas with Adam, he claimed they could both make a killing, brother and models'. Drawing off the suggestion, Denis says, "We want to be featured together."
"Featured together?" Glenn questions.
Joe sarcastically says, "Doesn't take a rocket scientist, Glenn, to figure out the boys want to be photographed together?"
"Don't you have something better to do Joe, other than stand around here harassing me?" Glenn responds.
"Matter of fact I have some business downtown," Joe begins to take his leave, "but you know what will happen if I get `bad' reports from my boys about the way they have been treated?"
Glenn didn't really need to be reminded. He recalled instantly such was the case, his staff becoming a bit over-sexed by a raving beauty, nineteen year old college student whom didn't fit in at the store. Of course, at the time it was Glenn who claimed Joe's former employee instigated the all out sex-crazed orgy which ensued, complete with photographic proof. It was reason enough for Joe Diamond to think about pulling the plug on Glenn Watney's famous, yearly fashion show, which put his models at the top of the catwalk charts.
Nosy, after Joe bid his farewell to the two eighteen year old's Denis asks, "Like what did Joe mean, Glenn?"
First thing to hit Glenn Watney was the name-calling. Everyone refers to Glenn Watney as `Mr. Watney', except Joe Diamond, the man who is key to the purse-strings. However, gazing upon the rapturous facade of Denis and Doug both, he agreed with himself to let it slide. "Oh nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Watney explains, softly touching Denis' cheek.
Doug interrupts, "Like Denis said, maybe we can work together?"
Getting around Joe Diamond's last words, if he heard anything bad off the lips of Doug or Denis, he'd be up shit's creek for the fashion expose of the year, he gets around the subject, "I always have a preliminary portfolio drawn up and then we take it from there. Have either of you ever experienced this?"
Was Glenn pleased when both shook their heads `no'. "Then follow me boys!"
He took them down a long hallway, takes a sharp right turn and then past a water fountain, entering a very, very large room.
"Nice!" Doug says, "Do we get to use the jacuzzi?"
In the center of the room is a rather large tub, more resembling a circular swimming pool, flanked by palms and other trees.
Denis, sampling the water with his hand, "Perfect temperature for a swim!"
Glenn loves it, saving him the trouble, Denis stripping off his tee shirt. He hadn't planned on them getting right into the tub, him irking Denis on, "Keep going. Keep going."
Doug cautions, to Glenn's dismay, "But keep your shorts on."
"Yeah?" Denis questions his boyfriend.
"We don't want to get Glenn into trouble with Joe. Remember?"
It would have brought on a difference of opinions where Glenn was concerned, the boys stripping down on their own accord, rather them him having to coax them.
Across the way a door flings open, a bearded guy, close-cropped fur on his chops, trimmed chest hair, stripe down the center, all the way to his furry pubes, shouting, "Done with the dungeon scene for the day. What's..." he looks back and forth to shirted Doug and shirtless Denis, "next?"
All sweated up, he hops over the wall of the jacuzzi and falls forwards right into the pool of bubbly, churning water, "Ah-h-h-h-h! That felt great!" he cheerfully says, standing, the water running down his bod. It happened all so quickly, him ending up right in front of Denis, standing at the far outer wall of the pool, "Hey sexy! Want to be in my next movie?"
As for Glenn Watney, he was temporarily in a dither, put there because of his insatiable love for a hairy, wet man and right now Thor Jorgenson, his personal trainer and pornographic movie producer was the instigator for his uncontrollable hand!
However, Doug quickly quelled the confrontation, placing himself between Denis and Thor, "We're here to have ourselves photographed to become models!"
Looking right over Doug's shoulder at Denis, Thor refocuses and targeting Doug's eyes, "Hell yeah! I could just picture you, decked out in hot leather and working one of my boys over with a flogger. You ever use a strap on a man's back or balls?"
"What?" Doug asks out of complete ignorance.
It stymied Glenn awake, a picture of Joe Diamond's wrath and checkbook writing abilities, "Not these boys, Thor!"
Domino effect, Glenn wedged in, put Doug at his back, Denis falling backwards on his ass.
Turning around, Doug lends two hands,"You okay?" He reaches down to tend to Denis.
"I'm okay," Denis replies as the two hear a splash.
Apparently, Doug's ass hit Glenn in the ass, sending him flying into Thor's arms!
"Oops! Sorry `bout that Glenn!" Doug says.
The two boys standing there, watch the outline of Thor's bod under the water, Glenn Watney flipping over, then splashing about until his wet clothes-laden bod kneels, then stands.
"Hee, hee!" Thor laughs after spitting out a fountain of water. "C'mon in boys! Let's play!"
Denis and Doug, without saying a thing, were both mesmerized. First glimpse of Thor, of course they focused on the meat slung between his legs. Underwater, it was like hit and miss making it out.
"It's kind of hot in here?" Denis asks, mainly to try to get a reaction out of Doug, not sure if it would cause any harm to accept the `vikings' invitation.
As for Glenn Watney, of course it was hot in there. In his book jacuzzis and saunas are supposed to be hot, but for other reasons, heat also made a guy `want' to cool down. One manner would be getting out of clothes quick!
"It is a little," Doug did sway opinion, pulling his tee shirt away from his bod, relaxing it and repeating.
"You're all sweated up," Denis pinpointed a visual reason for saying so, a sweat-stained midchest.
Natural for when a person's clothes get wet, Glenn Watney was ahead of the two, first unbuttoning, then tearing the last few buttons off his shirt.
"Need help!" Thor says, standing, water showing some of his wet pubes. Stepping behind Glenn, his hands take the shirt and peel it off Glenn's shoulders.
"Why thank you Thor!"
With reckless abandon, Glenn surrenders his integrity, allowing Thor to `help' him undress.
Doug and Denis look at one another and shrug shoulders. Right now they didn't mind at all, viewing free porn!
Thor yells out, "Hey dudes, ever see a man suck cock underwater?"
Whether they have or not became immaterial. Like out of one his dungeon scripts, Thor Jorgenson had his boss right where he wanted him, `cuffed' at his ankles with his own jeans, and using his boss' nips for handles, pulls him over forwards. Thor sits, floating his pubes right under the photograper's head!
Being facetious, because Thor has already gone ahead and done it, Doug says, "Nope! I never seen it before!" Then to Denis, "You?"
"No," Denis replies and in a more serious demeanor, "but up at the cabin on the lake..."
As horny as the two had gotten, Doug's cock ready to bust out of his jeans, he stops focusing on Glenn Watney, bobbing his head under the water, surfacing for air, to address his boyfriend, "No, don't talk about it if it's going to upset you."
Apparently it had hit a raw nerve, Denis reflecting back on the time not so long ago, being physically and mentally tortured, handled aggressively by sexual predators. "It's a part of my ordeal I forgot about. I didn't even tell Adam or the police."
Holding hands, Doug turns away from the sucking to address his boyfriend, "Now is as good as any time?"
Unrelenting in their sexual act in the jacuzzi, they hardly noticed Doug and Denis walking out of the steamy room.
First thing to hit the two was the cool, air conditioned corridor. Even though the cool air made shirted and shirtless nips harden, it didn't phase Denis as much as about what he was going to divulge.
"Heads up!" Passing by, a guy tosses Denis a towel, walking by quickly with a half-stack of them. Clothed in a tank top and skimpy shorts, treads on his feet, a glance to Denis' chest was an easy take, "Nice and warm in there, but too cold out here for skin!"
"Thanks, um," Doug searched for a name, solely because the guy was hot looking!
Only on his way from here to there, he stops, backtracks and like any gay man, seeing an interest met, "Terry Brownlee," he supplies an identity. "And you?" even though his eyes dart to Denis' flesh and back.
"I'm Doug. He's Denis."
Probably cast as the two newcomers around the place, Denis says, "We're here for Glenn to make up portfolios for us."
"Glenn, huh?" Terry questions, the twenty-one year old picking up on the personal name-calling.
"Yeah," Doug agrees, "Glenn was showing us around and then he got caught up with his boyfriend in the pool."
It was a mystery to Terry! As far as he could recall, `Mr. Watney' didn't have a boyfriend, preferring the single life, where he could enjoy the pleasure of any man's close company. "Boyfriend?" He dug for facts, rather than check it out on his own.
Denis replies, "Thor."
"Yeah," Doug paints the scene, "he shows up with no clothes, says something about a dungeon, tries to hit on Denis..."
Hand on hip, Terry acts out, "He didn't!" What he knew about Thor, it wasn't an uncharacteristic move he could put on a man. He shook his head like in disgust, "The nerve!"
"I swear," Denis agrees.
"But then Glenn falls in the pool..."
Denis jumps in with a giggle, "Yeah. Doug bent over to help me up and his big butt poked Glenn and sent him flying!"
"Big butt, huh?" Terry pulls Doug to his chest as if hugging him and peers over the teen's shoulder, "Where?"
Doug smiles, knowing Terry is making the best of a situation!
Backing up, Terry says, "So what are you guys up to now?"
Doug, who assumes the leading voice, "Well, Glenn was showing us around, but now he's like.... all wet?"
With a difference of opinion or just to be `smart', Denis says, "He's kind of involved with Thor's cock?"
"Why am I not surprised?" Terry replies with a smile. Then, ping-ponging his head back and forth at the tops of the boys' heads, "Hey, I think you two could do with a haircut. How about it?"
Dropping his eyes a few inches and looking to and fro, Terry knew question was on their mind.
"Really. I'm quite experienced at it, being the studio hairdresser?"
"Glenn didn't say anything about...." Doug started in.
Stealing the conversation away from him, Terry says, "It would have probably been your next stop?"
The door made a noise and appearing, dripping wet from head to toes and everywhere in between, it's Thor, saying, "Mr. Watney says he's going to be detained for some time," spotting the hairdresser, "and um.. Terry," even though he had no clue of him happening upon the two, taking it upon his own authority, "Mr. Watney says he wants you to show the two lads around."
"No problem. I was about to take them down to the salon."
As they walked away, Thor licked his lips, thinking how and what he could do for Denis' nips, specialty place on a man's bod he loved to toy with!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
`CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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