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CoMPany payLoaD 15
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Planning the storming of the Harrellsson Building at the last meeting was hashing out the plan, beginning to end, with last minutes of ideas, Tom and James getting an inkling of how things would go. The current meeting, everything was presented to them, by two key operatives, Guiseppe's brother and nephew. It was the nephew's attention, not present at the first meeting, which drew in James' attention.
He wondered if he was getting soft by both Laurent's appearance and the previous conversation with his brother, Tom, bringing back memories of their fun times together, when he always assumed the role of the degrading slave to Tom's torturous inventions. At the time it was all good, but James did set to wonder why he assumed the dominating role to everyone else, as opposed to surrendering his mind and bod to his brother. Momentarily, James put Laurent aside to put into play a fantasy regarding, as briefly introduced to Stefano Gallichio. Sure, he pay attention to the plan', occasionally stealing glances to Stefano's whole physique, but deviating occasionally so as not to get caught'.
He was awakened by Stefano, in a thick Italian swagger, "Are there any-a-questions gentlemen?"
Agreeing with the rest, because Stefano's explanation of the storming of the Harrellsson business headquarters seemed well planned and defined, sitting right with the others, James too shook his head and answered, "None." Though, James did have questions regarding what lay beyond the facade of Stefano's clothing.
Too, after the meeting broke, James tried to make small talk with Stefano, but the Italian kept getting stolen away from him by more pertinent matters.
Walking away from the meeting, Tom says coyly to his brother, "Nice guy, Stefano, huh?"
"He's okay," James replies.
In theory, Tom states, "I always had this feeling there could be another man in your life, with the same interests as me?"
"Something you trying to tell me here, bro?" James puts it to him.
He meant Stefano, but Tom passed the buck, "The guy you were trying to hide in your room?"
"Laurent? So? What about him?"
Giddy, Tom suggests, "Are you sure he was on `his' knees servicing your big dick?"
Casually, James tosses back at him, "Will ya shut the fuck up?"
After walking outside the meeting room, upon closed door, Tom asks in a sly manner, "How about tonight I drop by your room and show your new friend what you like, James?"
Getting on edge, James replies in stepped up tone, "That's a secret between you and me bro. Remember?"
Watching James get a little bent out of shape over their little tryst, passed from early to late teens, through the college years, Tom puts a hand to James' shoulder and says with more tender care, "I know and you don't have to worry. Nobody ever has to know about the fun we had."
This time James isn't as reluctant, allowing his brother to close in him, hug and with heads side by side, let Tom engage in kissing his neck.
"I love you bro."
His hands surrendering to rubbing up and down Tom's back, James answers, like he has a few times during a tender moment, "I'm yours for whatever you want to do."
Backing away, Tom, with motive replies, "What's with this guy in your room?"
Knowing where Tom is headed with this, their talks throughout the years of when and if there was a steady man in James' life, he replies, "Not right now, okay? Give me a while to see where this is headed?"
"Sure," Tom replies, once again giving his brother a quick hug.
Him walking away, James asks, "What are you up to today? Want to play some tennis?"
Turning, a smirk on his face, Tom replies, "Nah. Got a hot date with Tony!"
James wondered about Tom, but knew he could take care of himself, to a certain degree. It did trickle back into his mind the one time Tom did try to seek an experience outside their trusting man-to-man setup, only having to bail him out.
Walking back to his room, James wore a smile, thinking upon the dude in his late thirties and suspicious of Tom, followed him to the luxious hotel in town, room 69 and after allowing Tom an hour with his trick, knocked on the door announcing `room service'.
Tom was shocked to learn of the man's identity, a cop on the local police force. However, leave it to James to turn the tables, convincing the cop Tom was seventeen and not eighteen.
It was pure delight, Tom and James both topping the cop, doing stuff, both kinky and sexually. It was the first time James ever saw his brother fuck a man. A birds-eye view, James stood there at the side of the bed. The police officer's head hanging over the edge, it gave James the advantage of slipping his nine inch tube straight in, providing a helluva fuck chamber. Too, his brother's aggressive manner of fucking the cop's ass drove him in deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Prior to their sexual escapade, the two did have fun tweaking up the cop's nips, whipping his back with his own belt, a total turn on for the police officer and taking turns punching him in the stomach, Tom having some fun heaving the cop's baton into his sixpack. Tied to a chair with an interrogation fantasy brewing, and working over his balls from soft to intense, all three were hard and primed when almost simultaneously they shot their loads to the carpet.
Tom excused himself to meet up with Tony.
Standing there at his door, James with one hand on the knob, the other on the knob between his legs, he stare up at the ceiling, at the end of his real-life fantasy, eyes closed and reliving the ecstasy over the incident of Tom's and his threeway with the cop.
"Having fun without me?" Laurent surprises him, walking up to the door as well. He knew James was off somewhere distant and his hand massaging his sheeted crotch, "Is he as `big' as me?"
At the sound of another voice, it instantly jarred James back into real existence, "Oh! It's you Laurent!"
Of course he couldn't hide the tent, Laurent smiling as he approaches, "Was Tom as good a cocksucker?"
James figures, if where their relationship was headed, on a final basis, he should set Laurent straight. Only he wasn't sure how accepting his new boyfriend would be, knowing Tom was a counterpart of his cock-rearing fantasy and not the only man in the orgy. Too, how would Laurent react to him and his brother doing stuff to a cop, even though he and Laurent had gone through a light dungeon experience. As they entered the room, James figured things could go one way or the other and thought this a good way to find out.
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"Nice of you to drop by," Nolan said, in the bedroom of his own home, a wide, spread out estate on the edge of town.
"Somebody has to dress you properly," Geoff replies, dressing down Nolan.
"I thought I should dress up? No?"
"The Bear Lair? Nah," Geoff says as he helps Nolan out of the dress shirt.
Nolan had just finished buttoning up, right before his boyfriend was at his door and now asks, "How come you get to wear clothes and I don't? Huh?" he pokes Geoff in the stomach, "Huh?" several times, "Huh?" where his flannel shirt divides in the middle, showing off his hairy clout.
As if explaining it to a kid, "Because I'm the master and you're the slave!" Turning to a duffle bag, Geoff yanks out some leather straps.
"What's that?"
"Your outfit for the evening?"
Buff to the boner, Nolan allows Geoff to suit him up.
"Wait. What are you going to do?" Nolan asks, after Geoff has crossed his chest and back with leather straps, harnessing his pecs and stomach.
"You're gonna `lo-ove' this!"
"Maybe," Nolan says, even though because Geoff is doing it to him, plus the erotic nature of his first leather experience, wearing it as an outfit and not a bondage tool, it's making him sport a semi-hard shaft.
"Good. Keep firming it up," Geoff says, trying to fit the attached cock and ball harness to Nolan's privates.
"I'm not like trying, Geoff. It's like doing it all on it's own?"
"Snug enough?"
Nolan bends a little to look at it, hastily straightening up, then bending over just as fast, "Oh shit!"
Geoff laughs, "I forgot to tell you. If you stand up straight and tall it has a tendency to strangle your balls!"
"Not funny to me," Nolan says, slowly taking intervals to straighten his spine, each time adding a little, "Owch! Ooh!"
"Same time," he grooms his hand over Nolan's extended shaft, "the leather ring keeps this nice and hard!"
"One question?"
Geoff answers, "Yes?"
"You have something to wear over this while in transport from here to the club?"
Geoff smiled an evil grin, which told all.
Same afternoon, Nolan had no game plan as to where he was going to place Trystan, Joseph and Simon. However it worked out where Trystan was matched up with Demont. Dropping by the secretarial pool, speaking with Hector, the tall Spaniard thought Jeremy and Joseph might `fit in'. Leaving Simon last, when they appeared at Human Resources managers office, it didn't take long before Nolan figured out it was in their best interest to let the eighteen year old and David Schlesinger to get to know each other better.
Nolan had to smile, walking up the hallway, knowing, the absence of one of David's hands from his desktop meant he was feeling something for Simon. It wasn't any secret, at least to himself, of how David bowed to his father's request, was often in his father's office for a `meeting' of some sort regarding office personnel. Deviating his thoughts, Nolan wondered if Simon would provide the perfect match up.
As Geoff drove, he asks, "You're quiet?"
"Just thinking of how things went at the office today and other stuff."
Geoff noticed Nolan kept himself hard, enough though probably the cock harness acted as a ring around the base, keeping him quite firm. "By the way, don't spill anything on my seat?"
Thinking Geoff thought he was thinking something of a horny nature, or of something which would get his juices flowing, Nolan replies, "Trystan, Joseph and Simon."
Since they had converged on the sidewalk in front of Sahin's Bakery, it clicked in Geoff's mind and since they hadn't talked of the three, it became good conversation between here and there.
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"You're good Terry, but not as good as Denis!"
Whether he meant to humiliate Terry or to give critical judgement on his cocksucking abilities, Doug slandered the twenty-one year old into saying, "Well it's a little tough juggling two?"
Taking it on his own initiative, Denis volunteers, "I'd really rather be sucking cock than having my own sucked?"
A half hour earlier, Terry had taken the two to one of the studios not in use. He made sure, as often happened, one of the cameras being left focused on the bed, didn't accidentally' get turned on by someone who would wander into the studio and touch it', capturing the three in bed!
If it had been a porn script, it would have been hot indeed, Doug and Denis lying side by side, slightly concave to each other, giving Terry the facility of jumping back and forth from cock to cock or pulling both together in one rope.
"Whatever you want," Doug says soothingly. "I'm taken care of!"
With Denis vacating the spot next to him, Doug draws his legs farther apart, the eighteen year old's wet cock falling to his big balls, resting on the bed surface. More relaxed, he puts his hands behind his head.
"Daymn I'd love to take care of those pits!"
"Come'n'get'em!" Doug laughs at Terry.
It presented Denis with a dilemma, whether to go for Doug's meat, Terry's hot, hairy ass or the twenty-one year old's cock and balls dangling down. Too, it looked very appetizing from the rear view, to see a strand of goo dripping out of Terry's cock. Figuring he could have Doug any ole time, Denis snuck up on Terry's ass, placed hands on both sides, pulled part some and dug in with his tongue.
Like being pierced with a dildo, Terry howled out loud, tearing his mouth away from Doug's left pit.
Placing a finger in his ear and shaking it, extracting it, Doug yells, "In my ear, Terry?"
"Oh sorry. It's just that... I wasn't expecting Denis' tongue to pierce my ring!"
Another complaint, a sort of happy one, Doug rings out with, "Oh shit!"
"Oh fuck!" Terry has to say.
Both look down, seeing Denis, his head using Doug's cock and balls as a pillow, Denis' hand bringing Terry's cock down to his lips and sucking it all in.
With little else to do, except to toy with Doug's pit hair, Terry and Doug begin to make out.
Feeling a little wetness on the back of his head, Denis decides to get adventurous, grabbing up Doug's cock and pairing it with Terry.
Both with their cocks being attended to, Terry remarks, "I need cock too!"
It winds up in the long run, Terry and Denis doing a '69', Doug getting too horned up, needing an ass to conquer and winds up busting Terry's ass wide open!
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"Ready for some fun?" Geoff says, rubbing his hands together.
"I feel silly in this getup, Geoff."
"Um, Master Geoff or I'll have to punish you, boy?"
Between the two it was slapstick comedy, Nolan replying, "Yes oh Master Geoff," he bows with both hands extended like addressing some sultan. Looking up, Nolan sees Geoff.... `Master' Geoff's attention astray. "What?"
"Oh my! Now this could prove interesting!"
Apparently they weren't on the same page, Nolan missing out on the direction of Geoff's eyes. As they walked into the crowded room, music blasting and guys of all flavors bopping their butts, he focuses on a familiar sight, "Georg?" More he said his thought to himself, realizing no one else could probably hear.
However, as they approached Georg, he could hear Geoff render, "You still owe my boy a cocksuckin' Georg!"
A tight spot for Georg, Nolan immediately thought, the man in chaps, decked out in his finest leather, flanked by a slave boy on both sides, a hand holding the reins, chains attached to collars each was wearing. At first Nolan looked at Georg's reaction, but mellowed out to taking in the sights at his sides. Like himself, the two wore kinky apparatus which kept their cocks jutting out nice and straight. Funny, Nolan began to salivate, licking his lips. Later on he would find out one their surnames to be Long' and he would wonder how his parents ever had the inclination, their son turning out to have such a long' one!
Stepping right up to Georg, to Geoff it didn't matter if they were at The Chasm' or Bear Lair', Georg owed him and should pay up.
"Fuck you!" Georg shouts out and with the hand holding the bunched up chains, punches Geoff right in the balls!
"Oo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh-fuckin'-shit!" Geoff screams out loud, backing off, bending over and holding his sheathed crotch with both hands.
Recalling to mind, not that he ever had intentions of doing so, Nolan gathers information, like ripping it off a hard drive, racing to Georg and surprising him, pulls a trick maneuver on him, one his father used on him, placing his hands on Georg's shoulders and whacking him up the middle with his knee.
"Oh shit!" one of Georg's slaves says of their `master' keeling over.
Too, because Georg held the leash on their lives, they were jerked over with him.
He hadn't thought he kicked his knee up with such a force of deliverance, but it kept Georg down for some time, the blond dom's head of hair touching the wooden floor, both hands tucked in the middle, like his balls represented his life and Georg's life in dire trouble.
"Fuck this!" The slave on his right says, pulling at his chain, which flowed loosely out from Georg's grasp. "I came here wanting a `real' master!"
Nolan witnesses the slave to Georg's left, the one with the `long' shaft, pulling loose and voicing the same opinion, "I hate phonies!"
It put Geoff in kind of a predicament. Him showing up, either he was going to put himself in the same class as Georg, or... he barks at Nolan, "What the fuck you do slaveboy?"
"I thought you would be," Nolan was ready to extend his thoughts of Geoff being grateful, but looking upon Georg's two slaveboys, he felt the pressure being placed on Geoff, "sorry Master Geoff."
"Master Geoff?" Georg's right-handed slaveboy questions.
Being coy, the `long-shafted' slaveboy asks, "You only have one slave boy tonight, sir?"
Geoff, seeing the light of the situation, smartly renders, "Could be three, if you boys can prove your worth?" Then, looking down upon Georg, still recovering from Nolan's dancing knee, "Could be four!"
As at `The Chasm', Georg did his thing, played the part for all of five minutes and then mysteriously disappeared.
When he had his slaveboys' attention, whom Geoff found out, Jasper Blake, the furry cub being twenty-nine years old and runs the dry-cleaning store for his folks. As for the other slave, Craig Long is a thirty year old scientist and inventor for Young Mind Science, a company which makes science kits for high schools. Casually, they found out the professions of Geoff and Nolan, all over a couple of drinks.
Then, things turned from private to fun stuff. With trying to `convert' Georg, Geoff found Jasper and Craig to be well-versed in the master-slave relationship, Nolan picking up on some pointers. Beginning their discussion on the sadism-masochism aspects and while free to speak their mind still, Jasper directs to Nolan, "I'd like to have a few swift kicks of your knee into my balls?"
"Me?" Nolan says, looking to Geoff. He's supposed to be here to `suffer,' not to cause suffering.
Knowing what's running through Nolan's mind, Geoff renders, "If it turns me on I might order him to do it. What else you boys into?"
There wasn't much they weren't into, Nolan feeling like a silly novice to all they didn't mind having done to their pecs, stomach, cock, balls, ass or backs. He had seen a lot of stuff done to guys at The Chasm' and after experiencing and witnessing such painful dealings out of torture, knew he'd probably pass out within five seconds. Then again, his fear of the unknown, of what he could and couldn't take subsided. He knew, even before he and Geoff set out for an evening at the Bear Lair', he had a sense of trust. In a place like this, where a man allows another to tie him down, he first better have that sense of forsight. Apparently, for Jasper and Craig they hadn't a clue to Georg's shiftiness, having said in chat he was fair, used safewords and as Geoff knew, by reputation, Georg would always renege on his promises, hurting a guy for his own self-pleasures.
"Shall we get started then?" Geoff asks, getting up and cracking his knuckles.
Removing the chains from the collars, Geoff kind of figured out his new slaveboys weren't going to run off, Jasper and Craig leading him and Nolan to the dungeon.
"Geoff?" Nolan broke slave-gibberish.
"What slaveboy?" Geoff nicely reminded.
With a little trembling in his voice, "I doubt very much I can take the kind of pain these two are used to?"
"Trust me," is all Geoff said, using a smile to wield Nolan behind the held door, leading to the basement playground.
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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