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CoMPany payLoaD 13
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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In between classes, Adam rushed at Yalin's beck and call, on suggestion it would probably be less stress if another man were present when meeting up with
Felipe Cabeza, as he had learned from his former boss, Erik Harrellsson. Not present at the time of Cabeza's and Erik's close encounters, hints were dropped by his former boss on occasion when he had to sexually perform' as his former position of secretary and other odd jobs'. Cruel comments like, `Cabeza's sausage is like double the size of your puny piece of meat!' provided mental abuse as Yalin did his best to suck cock or meet other demands, like taking gut-punches, a favorite of Erik's, one manner of abuse he used on his own son without inhibition. Thinking about it disgusted Yalin, which in turn turned his mind back to reality.
Meeting Felipe Cabeza in the lobby of the restaurant, he immediately gauged the reason Erik wanted the Hispanic all to himself.
Too, right away Felipe turns on the charm, "Where has Erik been hiding you from me?"
Right away, Yalin gets the impression Felipe hasn't been clued in to the chain of events. For now he's keeping what he knows about his former boss skipping the country a secret, "Behind closed doors!" Yalin rips out.
"Locked, no doubt!" Felipe purposefully turns an interested eye to Yalin's ass.
Ushered to their table and seated, Yalin's first reaction is not on Felipe talking about himself, but wondering, `Where's Adam?' He looks at his watch.
Noticing, Felipe asks, "I hope you are not in a hurry. Your boss and me... we always left plenty of time for `dessert'?"
He knew how Felipe meant it, no stranger to Erik telling about the two going to a hotel room, upstairs from the five star restaurant and in particular how well Felipe took to a flogger. Yalin knew Erik would not resort to using anything on him which would leave a mark'. Punching in the stomach sometimes left a small bruise, but a whipping on the back with a strap or flogger would be much more incriminating on a police report. Yet, Yalin was always in fear of how Erik made it happen, going from green card' to US citizenship.
"Sorry I'm late, babe!"
Felipe looked up, following Adam as he walks around the table, bends and gives Yalin a kiss on the lips. "Quick! Introduce us!" he laughs.
Yalin does, but is cut off as Adam commands attention, snapping his fingers.
Their waiter appearing, cordial, smiling, even though he wasn't used to the cheap diner approach, "Yes, sir?"
As Adam spoke, nicely demanding another place setting, Felipe's hand was in his lap, summoning up his ball-juices, all from his mind thinking about how hot it would be to have Adam stripped down and wielding a flogger, ordering him about. He felt like drooling, thinking of how hot it would feel having the sting of the lash on his back or even chest, the sting of leather striking his nips. Funneling his cock down his pants leg, he thought of instead, Adam's cock, seeping deep into his ass cavern.
From demonstrative to outright friendly, Adam's demeanor changes as he offers a hand in greeting, "Adam Crew."
His left hand on the table, it didn't cut it, so he had to leave his sausage alone for now, meeting Adam's hand across the table.
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"Slick. Very slick!" Nolan says to Geoff, watching Trystan, Simon and Joseph walk away, down the sidewalk.
"Or smart and aggressive?" Geoff replies.
Having known the trio for roughly a half hour, the three had managed to whittle their way into summer jobs at Harrellsson, much to Nolan's surprise he was `duped'!
Sitting back, thinking about it, Nolan assesses, "I bet they'll turn out to be real self-starters." His mind was still on the three asses walking away down the block.
"You want to go to the Bear Lair tonight?"
"Huh?" Nolan says, at first in deep thought of another subject. "The Bear Lair. Oh yes," he turns to Geoff. "What about it?"
"That's what I'm asking you?"
"You know your way around," Nolan puts it back in Geoff's court.
"Georg might be there?"
Nolan says with a smile, "Why should he intimidate me with you there?"
Meant to entice, "Not to mention a hundred or so tongue-hungry bear and cubs?"
Smiling, Nolan replies, "Or we could stay home and I could benefit from my own personal tongue-hungry bear?"
"By the way," Geoff breaks off subject, "right before you arrived, I got a text message from your office. Demont saying something about him and me getting together with you? What's that about?"
"I don't believe Demont did that!" Nolan sits uprightly. "I only gave him your cell number if something should happen to me!"
"Apparently it was `about' you, so he didn't give it a thought as being an emergency or what not?"
"Hmm," Nolan sat on it for a minute.
Assuming, Geoff asks, "You and Demont. You two didn't have something going on before I came along?"
Figuring `honesty the best policy', Nolan explains mostly all, "Demont has this..." frustrated for wording, "tryst, where he thinks because I did him a favor, he has to return the pat on the back."
Getting the picture, interpreting the `slap on the back' differently, "You can tell him to forget it. Your ass belongs to me now!"
Liking the way it sounded, Nolan sat on it for a moment, "Hmm." Picking his mind back out of the gutter, "No, you have it all wrong. In compensation for my kindness, Geoff, Demont wanted to spend an evening `bottoming' for me."
"Demont?" Geoff offers a fake laugh of hilarity. "Bottom? Nah. Demont, he's strictly top. You've misinterpreted."
"No, I swear Geoff! He even went to lengths as to want me `deep inside him'!"
It was Geoff's turn to sit back and think. However, instead of Nolan, he put himself in his place. Something between his legs twitched, thinking of himself in his boyfriend's place, his log lodged in Demont's back side.
"Well? What do you think?"
He thought about it alright, as possibly the only chance he might get, but also not wanting to sound too eager to Nolan, "Did he say anything about `me' being there?"
"You, Geoff? You mean you want me and him to get it on together?"
"Um, uh," he had to think fast, "well I can imagine what the man's going through."
"Like what?" Nolan didn't have a notion to what or where Geoff was going with this.
"A deep yearning to pay you back for your kindness, me knowing how kind a person you can be, I can side with Demont, thinking of how to pay a person of your self esteem, back?" He hoped he said something which deflected away from his own personal well being.
"I guess," Nolan not sure he was understanding Geoff's direction. "And if this `did' come about, it wouldn't get you bent out of shape being there?"
"I'm only thinking of him and of course `you?'"
It's then it dawned on Nolan, a sneaky suspicion it wasn't all about himself, nor Demont. Yet, if there was even a little light of hope Geoff was agreeing to this, he thought about going with it or forever holding his peace, "We'll have to talk about it. What about the Bear Lair?"
From there it moved quickly, Geoff being called inside by Gianni, something about an oven not working properly, Nolan left with being picked up at his place at eight in the evening hours.
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Not much torture went on this afternoon, but neither party to the conspiracy of being exposed to the dungeon habitat bothered the two, Laurent having the pleasure of his ass tube widened and stuffed, James torturing the tight hole with his massive weapon of mass destruction.
"Whew! Fuckin' hot!" James says, falling as forward as possible.
"His face in Laurent's wet, hairy stomach, the `fucked' man replies, "I most heartily agree!"
After a few brief moments of catching up on his cardio, James reaches up with his hands, snags the moist nips, grins and says, "Sorry I didn't get to these?"
"You better stop. Remember I didn't come..."
It was too late, way past primed to ejaculate, James stands, saying with disgust, "Ugh-h-h-h you!" he said like cursing, his hand brushing up his sweaty chest, also creamed with Laurent's pent up load. "On my god will you look at it!" James exclaims, seeing the white goo erupt on its own.
Too engrossed in `feeling good', even though buckled down to the bondage table, Laurent's hips and balls pump the liquid emotion out like Vesuvius! "Oh! Oh! Oh-h-h-h-h," he winds down.
As for James, he can't remember the last time a guy came on his bod, but watching Laurent shoot his load, it felt kind of good to massage it all into his chest.
"That... was... like... the best!" Laurent says, laughing.
"You wouldn't be laughing if it were clamps instead of my hands making you come!"
Begging to differ, Laurent answers, "It's all good!"
Hearing a mumbling of voices, James asks, "I thought we were alone in here?"
"I thought so too," Laurent replies. Then, thinking James walking away, leaving him, "Hey, aren't you going to let me up?"
"Sh-h-h!" James shushes him. Curiously, he follows the conversation, it getting louder.
A partition in the dungeon wall, higher up it was open, but down below the wall was adorned with chains and metal cuffs. Standing there, James listens intently and with the utmost quiet, fearing detection on eavesdropping.
At first it's all in Italian, then he hears Giuseppe and the client, Erik Harrellsson's voice. First they are talking about Harrellsson's son, Nolan, of forcing him to sign over deeds and other materials regarding ownership of the business and banking, then something really bizarre catches James' attention.
When they get to the part about the disposition of Erik's son, he hears Giuseppe mention, "Yes. With three, it will fetch me a bigger price with the Arabs."
Of course, to James, Erik's son was one of the men Giuseppe talked about. Erik asking, "Oh? And whom would the other two be?"
"Why share the profits, when we can have it all to ourselves, Erik?"
James falls against the wall, mouthing out, "That little shit!" when he hears himself and Tom named as the other two!
Reporting back to Laurent, he asks, "Did you find out who it was?"
Livid, James replies, with a slap to Laurent's stomach, "Oh I found out alright. I am like really, really... pissed!"
Still in a joking mood, Laurent replies, "Want to take it out on me?"
Totally serious, especially where it comes to his beloved brother's involvement, James replies as he hurries to uncuff Laurent, "We gotta do something about this!"
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"What do you think?"
"Oh my god! It's like so-o-o short!" Doug said of the crewcut, short as a finely mowed lawn, but messy on the top.
"I like it!" Denis said, mainly because it matched the style Terry just gave him!
"Except... gel'... yeah that's what we need. Add a little of the emo' look!"
"Emo?" Doug shot down. "Emo? Oh no don't... Emo I am not!"
Denis says, "Emo, that's more me. No. Doug, he's more... skip the gel and mess it up!"
He could get touchy on the nerves, others trying to tell him how to do up a man's hair, but Terry fit right in with the two teens, even though a few years older, "You're the man!"
More successful than Glenn Watney, Terry had convinced the two, after being in the steamy jacuzzi room, it would be better if they were squeaky clean' before having their haircuts. What better place than his hair studio, equipped with most amenities, including three very large showers. He weaseled his way in, bringing them different bottles of hair treatments, administering the lotions himself. Very close, of course the slimy lotions would make their bods rub and slide. It was quite erotic, but neither complained, especially Denis and Doug, when the twenty-one year old sank to his knees and alternated sucking and licking cocks. It's any wonder why the drain didn't get stopped up, what with most of the cum a wash-out, that is after Terry got his wine-tasting'!
Lent briefs, Doug says as his thumbs skim his hairy pubes, "I never was rich enough to even think about having briefs like this!"
"Which brings me to the next step."
Doug and Denis look to Terry.
"What's wrong?" Doug looks to Terry's face, then down to where Terry is staring, attention focused on his briefs.
"It's going to come to this," Terry says.
"Come to what?" Doug asks, his sole attention geared to his own briefs.
Denis interjects, based on another model's opinion at Diamond Joe's store, "I bet I know?"
"Yes?" Terry is curious to find out if they are both in or out of sync.
"This," Denis zooms a finger along the top of Doug's briefs.
"Cut that out!" Doug giggles, because he was tickled, bending over and holding his `junk' to himself.
"You guessed it," Terry replies.
Doug asks, "Somebody mind filling me in?" Stands straight as a door.
"He wants to shave your pubes!"
"My pubes?"
Terry picks up where Denis has left off, "Not all. Just to the top of your briefs and then maybe shave your balls?"
"My balls?" Doug exclaims with difference, "Joe told Glenn we're getting photographed with our pants on?"
Food for thought, Terry says, "For future reference, shaved balls make more money?"
Looking more to his boyfriend for advice, Denis doesn't fail Terry, "It's the same thing my friend said back at Diamond Joe's?"
From questionable to a wry smile, it got Terry asking, "What?"
"You'll take care of me if I should happen to get hard again?"
Denis sweeps the comment aside, "Not if you don't want a sac nicked. You can leave that part to me!"
"Mm-m-m!" Doug fluttered his eyebrows.
It left Terry with a wishy-washy look on his face.
"Forget it Terry," Denis reads Terry like a book, "you had you're chance to capture two loads sucked down Doug's!"
He knew Denis meant he's already enjoyed the taste of Doug's cockjuice, not to get picky or gluttonous, but then again he began looking at this with new opportunity, "If, after I'm done with Doug's balls and `if' you are still firming him up, I could maybe.... do you?"
Doug butts in, "I'm getting hard here thinking about it," his hand is already making his skimpy briefs bulge, "how does this go Terry?"
When he got up this morning and got ready for work, Terry had no idea his day would wind up working with two hot teen studs. In the shower he had a closeup view of Doug's meatballs, but dry, the hairy sacs took on new meaning. "Right over here... right over here," he coaxed Doug to a padded table, not much different than a bondage table, minus the identifying cuff-linkings.
"Soft enough," Doug slapped the rubbery surface with his hand as his ass pummeled the tabletop.
"Now, swing your legs around, over here," Terry helps, spreading both.
Resembling a position for a man to get fucked, Doug says, "Hey now Terry, don't you go getting any ideas!"
"Trust me," they find out, "I'd `much' rather be on the receiving end, rather than the giving?"
Then Terry was in trouble again with his words, Denis, possessive with his boyfriend's talented cock, "And don't you get any ideas about Doug fucking you either, Terry!"
"I can't win!"
While Terry reported to the sink, whipping up a batch of shaving cream and making sure the razor was of new stock, the two eighteen year olds converse, "Think we were a little two tough on Terry?"
Denis replies, "Prolly, considering he's been really nice to us."
"I like him."
Responding to Doug, Denis says frankly, "Yeah, me too."
Doug gets the intuition, "Um, like what are we trying to tell ourselves?"
"Or each other?" Denis replies with a smile.
"I've got a wild idea."
"How wild?" Denis asks.
"We're both only eighteen years old. Do you think before we hit twenty we could experiment a little?"
"Experiment, huh? Like how would that go?" Even though Denis knew it included himself, Doug and Terry.
"I don't know. With three their could be a lot of combinations?"
Like he figures, "You mean ask Terry if he wants to have three-way sex?"
Letting out a giggle, Doug replies, "Like ya think we have to do much convincing? As I recall there weren't any words spoken in the shower, only actions, as Terry sank to his knees?"
Observing, Denis is so cute, saying, "He's really a very good cocksucker?"
Little did the two know, Terry's super-sensitive hearing was picking up on every word and when he returned to the table with an armful of shaving apparatus, the towel hanging down was hiding something!
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"I feel a little tense."
"Tense?" Aaron looks up from the copies he's finishing up arranging in books. "Tense in what way?"
His right hand massaging his right hand knuckles, Demont replies, "My balls are aching for some live action?"
Figuring on getting rebuked, Demont is surprised, but delighted to hear Aaron say, "I kind of like what you did with my balls last night and... I think if I could get to the gym more and do some core exercises I could get into some more gut-punching. Felt almost as exhilarating the flogger on my back."
He blown away to say the least, but Demont kept his cool, acting like it was his doing and taking the credit for it, "Of course you liked it. Why do you think you stayed hard for such a long time?"
Aaron cracked a little smile, replying, "Yeah. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would like getting jerked off to a pair of clamps stretching my nips!"
Going for broke, Demont says, "How about tonight some hot wax?"
"Where?"
We could go back to `The Chasm' or some of the guys are thinking of massing at the Bear Lair?"
"No," Aaron chuckles, I didn't mean `the place', I meant where on my bod are you going to put wax?"
"I would love to rip some of that hair off those lovely pecs of yours?"
Quite startling to Aaron, "Yikes!" Both hands patted his dress shirt, capturing his chest, "Sounds kind of brutal!"
Walking up to Aaron, Demont takes hands in his hands, gently disassembling the depression on Aaron's chest, "Maybe not tonight. After last night I think we take it easy. You will take your time pleasuring me with your tongue?"
Seemingly with disappointment, Aaron replies, "Oh. You mean only have sex?"
Switching tactics, Demont says, "Until you get me horny enough and then maybe I will hurt you."
"I guess that would be alright."
However, Demont's hand, already scraping down Aaron's bod, found it's way to his zipper area, him making comment, "Of course. You like me to hurt you, don't you?"
Gulping, Aaron knew if he admitted it now, there was no backing out. "Um, uh," he tried thinking it out in three seconds, "yeah. At least I really enjoyed the whipping."
It was a lead in for Demont, him placing his hands on the sides of Aaron's dress shirts, bringing the thirty-six year old into the folds of his arms, feeling up his back, "Yes, you took the flogger very well."
`Took' it then and was taking it now, Aaron dropped his head back, cooing, "Ooh-yeah." More surprised was Demont, "Grind your knuckles into my stomach?"
Seeing where this was headed, Demont knew he was losing control by Aaron's suggestive words. Bringing it back to his own volley, "Later," he breaks off the hold.
"Oh-h-h," Aaron whines.
"Maybe we should do some work at the gym before leaving work today?"
"Serious?" Aaron's attitude perked up. "You mean to get my abs in shape for some serious gut-punching?"
Oh man was Demont starting to love this `boy'!
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Safer in Laurent's quarters, the two lay in bed, him asking, "What are you going to do?"
"Right now I don't know. I'm just kind of tense."
"I thought you'd never ask!" Laurent got up from lying beside James.
It was strange though. As James relaxed to the tune of Laurent's tongue lapping like in a rhythm, faster down between his pecs, skating down his abs, then skipping right over his bellyhole, he still remained tense. However, when Laurent's warm palate wet down his cock, he suddenly felt relief.
He lay there and enjoyed the hot blowjob and at the same time got lectured on how maybe he could handle this situation.
Popping off James' tall shaft, a hand still massaging with a lube of saliva, Laurent says, "Whatever the break is you need to make, it should be on American soil."
This went on for some time, `pleasuring', tongue switching off to hand so Laurent could give his opinion, then the cupped lip massage returning when Laurent was silent.
"I like it."
"I think it's a good plan," Laurent replies, about the plan.
"No, I meant how you get me all stoked up, then draw back. Really makes my balls churn!"
"And in a way you know I kind of like being in control?"
James never thought of it as that way before. Strangely, where he has always been the domineering person, it tickled him to think he had given up control and power over him, specifically his cock and balls, to the man he thought of as his submissive! "Interesting," James replies, not wanting to give away his dominant-right, yet leaving room for possibilities. Getting off topic, back on, he says, "I like your plan too. You're right. It would be better for both Tom and me, if whatever our plan is for escape from this kidnapping, is on US soil."
Laurent cheerfully offers, "Thanks!"
"C'mere!"
"Oof!" Laurent says, his knees being pulled out from under him.
Tugging on Laurent's wrists, James makes the twenty-nine year old fall flat forwards, careening into his chest. Now, chest to chest, it became synonymous with lips to lips.
"Only one detail left unfinished."
"Which is?"
"How do we get `you' on US soil?"
"Really?" Laurent thought.
Making out, it leading to James on his knees at Laurent's ass door, the only things on both their minds was the pleasure of sex. Lying next to each other in bed, James spent, Laurent still holding out, rubbing his own meat, all he could dream about is how it would or could be, spending the rest of his life with James!
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Nolan laughed his ass off! Arriving back at Harrellsson, he was confronted by three youths, sitting on a bench right outside the front door. "You guys don't waste any time, do you?"
Seeing Nolan, the three were up off their asses and flanking him, Simon, the more `intellectual' one of the trio, saying, "We didn't want to waste any time, plus risk you forgetting about us, waiting till Monday morning?"
"Oh, is it Friday already?" Nolan joked, knowing it was from his conversation with Yalin this morning.
Trystan, more the boy-watcher, always spotting a hot guy a `mile' away and more vocal regarding saying anything, "Usually happens between Thursday and Saturday, dah?"
Rounding out the trio, Joseph, more the paternal of the three busts him, "That any way to talk to your future employer, Trystan?"
"Well... I guess," he gets sheepish.
"Apologize! Now!"
Nolan was getting a kick out of the trio, asking, "You three guys don't happen to live together, do you?"
"We share an apartment down at Knottingham Village," Simon replies.
Recognizing the high end living, mostly dominated by college students, Nolan replies, "You better have jobs to live there!"
"Like, it's why we hit you up?" Trystan replies.
Most of his answers were sarcastic, with an always a follow up by Joseph, always on Trystan for being inconsiderate!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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