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 16
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Nolan said, referring to seeing Demont, Trystan and Simon at the bar.
A running contest between the two, The Chasm' had claimed it the first gay bar to establish a waiting area' or as the Bear Lair' termed it, meet & greet' room, where unpaired participants of the evening's activities congregated over a drink, until stumbling upon a mutual encounter, benefitting the tastes of both clientele. Regardless, either place, men stood around the perimeter of the room or stagnate at the bar, taking a seat only if they gave up on trying to establish a trick for the night and drinking away the night with friends.
"You're so bad!" Geoff again reminds Nolan, words softly spoken in his ear and finger poke to the back.
"Oops! Sorry. Did it again! Will I ever learn?"
Geoff only smirked. Sure this was a place where roles in everyday life were forgotten, taking up the rules of fantasy play, but he still could not adjust to the cute look on Nolan's face and the way he gave apology, except a few words of friendly advice, "Behave yourself!" He patted Nolan on the ass with the flat of his hand.
Nolan adds a smile to his response, "Maybe!"
There was little room for discussion, Geoff and his three slave boys meeting Demont, Trystan and Simon face to face.
Meant to boast of his possessions, Geoff says, "Where's your slaveboys, Demont?" Geoff zeroed in on him, because he had no knowledge of Trystan, nor Simon's roles.
With a sketchy opinion for such thoughts, Nolan again accidentally steps out of character, "Them, too," meant to point it out to Geoff, Trystan and Simon.
Demont zeroes in on the protocol, "I didn't hear your boy ask to speak?"
"Oops!" Nolan again acknowledges his wrong-doing, "Forgot again! Sorry there Geoff. I guess you owe me," he figures punishment.
What could Geoff do? His hands were tied, so to speak, Nolan sealing his own fate. Too, like vultures, there stood the trio at the bar, putting the pressure on Geoff, except maybe Simon not as much, taking a fancy to eyeing up one of Geoff's chained slaves.
Noticing this, Geoff thought of a quick `out' of the situation, saying, "You know, I think with my boy stepping out of line... well, he's going to be a handful for me tonight." Singling out Demont, "You and your guests wouldn't happen to be needing some boys to play with, would you?"
Jasper's cock starts pulsing like a rocket lit to go off, Demont reaching down and harshly fondling his balls.
Apparently, Trystan and Demont have conversed along the lines of punishment and abuse, Demont saying, "Here. Feeling these, see what you think?"
Of course the two `fed' Jasper's ego, Trystan following Demont's lead, roughly squeezing one globe with a hand, "Mm-m-m could have some real fun with these!"
As for Simon, Geoff and Nolan watching, him taking Craig Long to the side and getting a feel for the scientist, "Thirsty?" After guzzling two beers, Simon needed relief, turning to the bartender and asking, "Which way to the jon?"
Of course he didn't dare speak, could've asked for permission, but Craig was too turned on being ordered about. He could have saved Simon some steps, but being their first time together, how would Simon know he's taken a load of piss down without spilling a drop? Sometimes though, depending on how horny he was, Craig would let some piss drip down his chin, just so he could feel the enjoyment of being ridiculed and punished.
With Demont and Trystan teaming up on Jasper, Geoff says to Nolan, "Now, what torturous device shall I use to punish you boy!"
With total trust and abandonment Nolan could only smile. Right now, whatever Geoff chose for him, he would duly obey without resistance. Right now, the sweet way Geoff was treating `his slave', butting his hairy chest up to him, caressing, kissing, Nolan didn't mind this from of punishment at all!
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"How about a swim?"
"In case you haven't noticed Laurent, the sun is going down?"
Smiling, as his hand felt the door knob, admitting the two into James' room, Laurent replies, "The pool is lit?"
"Don't you have to serve up some dinners or something?"
"I'm covered," Laurent replied, standing there, waiting on James' decision to pool' or not to pool.'
On his mind to divulge some things of his past, especially after Tom had brought up some of the details, James says, "We've gotta talk."
"We can't get comfortable?" Laurent says, with hands freezing from unbuttoning the top of James' shirt.
Smiling, James knew it could be casual, too it would be tough for Laurent to up and run away with no clothes covering his bear bod. "We can get comfortable."
"Good!" Laurent exclaims, his hands busy at work unbuttoning James' shirt right on down to his belt, pulling it out and finishing up with two buttons before working it behind his shoulders.
The two took to stripping down and getting comfortable, peeling the made up bed down and hopping in. More than before, it was more of a natural feeling, both falling into bed, facing each other, spooning, James working a knee in between Laurent's splayed leg, kneecap-touching balls lightly.
"So what are we going to talk about?"
For a second James lay there and looked into Laurent's eyes before beginning his confession, "Tom and me... we, uh..."
Laurent thought he had it in the bag, jumping the gun, "I know."
"You do?" Puzzled, James asks, "Know what?"
"I'm not trying to be sarcastic James, but I saw the way you and Tom carried on. It's okay if you and your brother were once lovers as well. If you still are..."
"Lovers? No, not exactly."
"No?" Laurent quizzes James. "Oh. Sorry. I thought maybe..." Unsure and afraid of digging himself deeper into the opposite direction of thought, Laurent allows the subject to flee his mind.
A long inhale, then exhale, James says, "Tom and me were close growing up. Yeah, we did some sexual stuff, but it wasn't as if we were intimate lovers or anything."
Guessing again, Laurent assumes, "Oh sure. Happens a lot with brothers being curious."
"No," James replies. Then contradicting himself, "Well yeah, curious, but not on the subject of gay sex, even though... ai-i-i-i-i-i-i-i!" he flounders over on his back with a defeatist's outlook.
"No. Go ahead," Laurent nudges his bod closer. "I should just learn to keep my mouth shut and listen."
It presented itself, even though they were on matters of a different subject, James not being able to pass up the gag, "Not shut all the time?"
With one eye lifted, mouth crooked, Laurent replies, "I love the taste of your cock!"
"I love the feel of your `open mouth'!"
After a short interval of a silent understanding, Laurent asks, "So. What of you and Tom?"
"Like I said, I'm not good at explaining myself, but here goes. You know how it looks, like I'm always acting like I'm the bigshot?"
"Big', I know," Laurent replies. Then realizing James is being serious, "Sorry bout that!"
"Okay, so the truth is Tom and me did some kinky stuff and lots of times... no, all of the time it was me letting him do stuff to me."
"Oh really?" Laurent replies, not sure what James was driving at.
He knew Laurent wasn't getting it, and after turning on his side to face him, James further speaks of years past, "I used to allow Tom to tie me down to our dad's workbench in the basement and do stuff to me."
"Tom do stuff to you?" Laurent was questioning the opposite of how he pictured James.
"Yeah," James says. "It's why I'm always saying `keep the lights low'?"
"I thought you were trying to be romantic?"
Differing, James furthers, "Even when we're dressing, Laurent?"
"I thought you were being sexy!" Thinking a second, "In fact you `are' sexy. Ve-ery sexy!"
"Thanks, but turn the light on a minute?"
Going for the lamp at his side of the bed, Laurent does the same thing on his side.
Facing James, Laurent asks, "So? What am I looking for?"
Except for the small wisps of dark brown hair around James' nips, the only pronounced hair on his bod was the thick stripe from his navel to his pubes. Placing both hands on his pecs, James announces, "My nips? Do they look right to you?"
"They look fine to me. They tasted fine. What's up?"
"Don't they look a little too `pink' for you?"
"Not really," Laurent replies.
Again James flops over on his back.
Lying between his teeth, Laurent says, "On second thought, they do look a little pee-ked?"
"Don't shit me Laurent."
Turning over on his stomach, partially covering James' bod, Laurent teases, lapping over James' left nip and responds, "I'm not as stupid as I look, you know?"
"I never said you were stupid?"
Then Laurent, tapping an index finger on James' nip, "What did your Tom do to these luscious nips?"
"Hot wax."
"Hot wax?" Laurent questions.
Mundanely, James tells, "Dripped hot wax on both of them. Hurt like fuckin' hell."
"I bet it did," but no stranger to stuff done in dungeons, or elsewhere, all in the name of getting turned on by kinky stuff, Laurent replies, "I bet it did!"
"You're not at all surprised?"
Joking, Laurent says, "Hell, where is Tom now? I've got some candles in the kitchen. Would love to have mine heated up!"
"I'm not talking about...."
"I know," Laurent cuts in. "What you are saying is your brother topped you for some hot dungeon play and you're afraid it's going to do something to my mind," he paints a finger down James' tummy trail, "and I'm going to think you are not the hot top-man you pretend to be and it's something too weird and wild, for a topguy to surrender to a bottomguy and have the living daylights tortured out of him, lo and behold by his own brother and runaway."
A brief moment of silence occurs.
"Are you?" James questions, even though it's obvious by now Laurent is not phased by what he deemed too weird, that he was going to jump into his clothes and hightail it out of there.
Neither had much time for discussion, with two hard raps on the door, a familiar voice yelling, "Hey James! It's me! Come open the door!"
"Speaking of the devil!"
James lay there, watching Laurent hop out of bed as if eager to answer the door for a pizza delivery boy.
When he did, Laurent stood there, not entirely stunned, but surprised, "Tony?"
"Hey Cuzz!"
Heard from afar, as Tom and Tony enter, James is asking, "Cuzz?"
Tom, with all the answers, replies to his brother, as Tony immediately strips off his tee shirt, "Tony and Laurent are related."
Laurent volunteers, "Tony is my cousin."
With Tony stripped from the waist up, unbuckling his belt, James says, "Yeah, I can see the family resemblance!"
Laurent, his thoughts on a secretive plane, staring at Tony, replies, "Strange how things work out, huh Tony?"
James thought it a casual notion between family, but Tom was suspicious, "Meaning?"
"Nothing," Laurent brushed it aside.
Tony said nothing, smiling at Tom.
Then James decides to change his mind. "Family? Hmm."
"Don't you believe me?"
An evil laugh leaving Tom's mouth, "I should let James torture it out of you!"
Right away Laurent `knew', accusing, "Tony! You told?"
"I couldn't help it!" Tony exhaled, the twenty-five year old slapping his palms to his, now bare thighs. "Tom made me!"
Unknowing to the rest, they hadn't a clue to the torture Tony went through, tied eagle-spread to the bed, Tom doing stuff to him to keep his eight inches stiff as a log. He wanted to cum so bad, but Tom kept badgering, telling him if he wanted to cum he would have to tell his most `inner secret'.
It was nothing new to Tom and James, playing the same game and James giving up some things Tom was totally unaware of. As for now, Tom says as he stares James in the eyes, "It's how I found out about Tony and Laurent being more than related by blood!"
James switching his eyes to Laurent, "Well, somebody going to tell me or leave me here in the dark?"
Laurent replies, "I think maybe we `should' take a dip in the pool!"
"Sounds cool!" Tom replies.
Tony was all for it too, but still James felt on the outside of the circle, "Midnight swim?" In his broken English, "That'sa cool!"
Shucking their clothes, Tom and Tony were all ready, out the door, Laurent holding it, and asking, "Ready to get wet?"
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"I think I better be going," Terry is pulled back down in the bed between the two, "What?"
Doug replies, "Denis did a nice job sucking you off. Aren't you going to return the favor?"
As it wound up, after many bod position changes, Terry and Denis changing around a few times, either sucking or rimming Doug and each other, it wound up, while Terry sucked Doug off, taking his load down, Terry's load wound up in Denis' stomach.
Now the question remained, "If I'm to suck Denis off, you're going to be watching and jerking? That is if you have enough cum left?"
Denis comes right back with, "He never stops manufacturing the stuff!"
"Mmm-m-m-m," Terry replies.
Testing the waters, on both sides, Doug says, "Thought while you're taking Denis down I would deposit my second load someplace else?"
He waited for approval from both, Denis snapping back with, "Okay, I guess."
"Fine with me!" Terry replies.
Terry knelt between the two, facing them as they lay in the bed.
Doug then stimulates conversation, "We talked about this, remember?"
Almost true to their thought processes, involving experimental sex, Denis replies, "Before it's too late."
Terry interjects, "Oh, you mean about you two having fun while you're still eighteen?"
They are both startled when Terry turns around in the bed, slapping his back up against the mattress, laying right down between the two.
"Something like that," Doug says.
"Well here's some food for thought. What happens, if along the way in your experimenting you happen upon a guy you both like very much. And... no matter how much you try to get rid of him, it seems like a monumental matter in doing so?"
Both Doug and Denis looked at Terry, then each other, Denis asking, "Do you know what he's talking about?"
Doug replies, "I was about to ask you the same thing!"
Terry to the rescue, "I'm really getting to like you guys and even though I'm three years older than you are, I was wondering if maybe the three of us could... `hang together'?"
Doug caught on before Denis, "You mean, instead of it being just Denis and me, it'll be you, Denis and me?"
Fast with the followup, Denis says, "The three of us boyfriends?"
"I knew it sounds weird, but...."
Denis cuts Terry off, "We could try maybe?"
It seems the two were leaving it up to Doug, giving him their attention.
"Sounds good to me. That is until you," Doug meant Terry, "find somebody for yourself."
"Unless I decide I want you two for myself?"
Right now Terry wasn't thinking about any other guy. He was thoroughly satisfied with what he had right here in bed. "We don't have to decide anything now."
"Right," Denis agrees with Terry.
Doug just didn't know.
Because it caused a lull in the atmosphere, Terry once again pushes himself up from the mattress, kneeling and with one hand on Denis' ankle, "I better get my lips wrapped around Denis!"
Sensed he should ask, Doug says, "It's okay if I fuck you?"
Denis gets dominant and says, "Of course it is and fuck him hard Doug!"
The two laugh at Denis stepping out of character, however without saying, it turns Terry on immensely, having Denis act this way!
Terry replies, not about getting fucked, but the way they talk, "I love you guys!"
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"So, let's see!" Geoff rubs his hands together, "Will it be the cross, bondage table, rack, or...."
"Rack? They've got one of those contraptions?"
"Yeah," Geoff replies, "but for insurance reasons it doesn't stretch to where it's going to pop any bones out of the sockets!"
"Yikes!"
"Wanna try?" Geoff replies, him nudging Nolan towards the rack.
Nolan says, "I thought I wasn't supposed to have a say in how I'm treated?"
Flaunting a sexy pose, Geoff replies, "Depending on the guy, some I'm a little conservative with!"
Nolan smiles, replies, "If you're going to have eight boys with their tongues all over me, I'll take the X-thingy. That way they can reach `every' place!"
"What?" Geoff fakes anger, "You don't want any pain?"
"Pain?" Nolan replies, but feels uneasy about. "Sure! Why not?"
"Very light," Geoff replies, leading Nolan over to a cross. "I won't hurt you too much!"
Nolan knew it and did exactly as Geoff had directed him to, like at `The Chasm', standing up on the two small ledges, made for a man's feet, stretching his arms up and out, allowing Geoff to cuff his wrists and legs.
"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!"
At first Nolan got a chuckle, but then lost his smile when approached by someone else other than Geoff. "Uh, Geoff?" he called out, softened only because he didn't want the guy getting closer to hear.
"Hello-o-o-o-o-o-o-o there, handsome boy!" A burley character approached.
He was muscled, but with all the hair covering his abs it was tough to tell the dividing lines of his abs, unless the fur covering his stomach was studied. Too, distinguishing where his pecs and abs began was another chore. Up close, standing in front of Nolan, the boundaries became more visible. Too, the light covering of facial hair revealed not a man over forty, but rather a young face. Overwhelmed by beauty, Nolan forgot his place, replying, "Hey there. How's it going?"
"Dare you talk to me like that boy?"
Boy? Nolan chuckled inside. This bear-dude couldn't possibly be even as old as himself! Why, the face and bod fur did make him look older, the soft looking tone of his skin, coupled with his young voice, put him at the most twenty-one years old and no more! Remembering the dungeon jargon and his place', Nolan replies, "I am really sorry for my terrible manners, Sir'."
He must've showed something, adding the sorrowful look on purpose to justify his remorse, because the master-dude, whom he knew was trying to act the part, goofed and cracked a half-smile as he casually responds, "Well okay boy. I'll cut ya a break this time...."
Staked out on the x-frame, what could Nolan possibly do to deter the young master from hopping up on the tiny ledges his soles sat on, rubbing his hot fuzz against Nolan's bod, attaching his hands to Nolan's cuffed digits and applying his soft lips.
He wondered if Geoff would mind, him falling under the young master's spell, accepting of the juicy affection, falling prey to mirroring the effect, going along, following the lead.
"Ahem!"
"Oh sorry!" He jumps down, standing on both feet and addressing Geoff. "He your's?"
"New here?" Geoff detects from the conduct, his eyes scanning.
"Uh... yeah..." and then pertaining to Nolan, a quick switch of eyes on him and back to Geoff, "sweet kisser!"
Perhaps the young dude didn't realize, Nolan not just one of the run of the mill chance pickups, but a more prominent bond between the master and boy, obviously!
Stepping up to the bearded dude, their bod fur almost intermingling, Geoff states, "Before you `indulge' in another master's property, it's proper manners to ask?"
As Nolan looked down, he wondered where the line was drawn, between privacy, due to their personal relationship and how the roleplaying went in the dungeon. In his own opinion, Geoff was getting way to close to the young master. On the other hand, even though he was stretched out eagle-spread, tied to the restraining frame, he didn't pay mind to restraining himself when it came to the lip to lip action. Even though no better, when Geoff closed in on the young dude's lips and they kissed, he voiced opinion, "A-hem!"
Geoff deepened his kissing, tongue in mouth.
"Geoff, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Breaking off his kissing, looking up at Nolan, there wasn't a thread of anger woven into the statement he was making. Instead, Geoff shakes his head. On his mind was Nolan, not getting any of this master-slave stuff. Too, thinking of the guy he left spit on the lips with, he says, "I don't think you'll ever get it, Nolan!"
Knowing what Geoff was thinking, all this roleplay getup, he timidly replies, "Sorry."
Turning to the young dude, Geoff makes excuse, "It's all new to him."
Taking the whole scene in, along with the background noise, Nolan is surprised at the guy's return answer, "Me too. This is the first time I'm trying myself out to be a master, so it's okay."
"Really?" Nolan again breaks protocol. "It sure seemed like you knew what you were doing?"
Because it seemed like Nolan wasn't matching up with the atmosphere of the place, the conversation became like bar-talk.
"Hey, by the way, I'm Hewy."
Geoff, being of Turkish descent, `knew' by the tan and features, he was of some type of mideastern heritage, "And the last name?"
"I guess you could tell," Hewy matched Geoff's thoughts, "Zeitouny... Egyptian. You?"
"Turkey."
Nolan casts in, "American. I'm one of the original Scandanavian mutts!"
"See?" Geoff again reiterates, "You can tell he's a novice at all this?"
"Me too," Hewy again boasts of his inadequacy. "Hey, could you show me some stuff? Could you like.... make me your apprentice? That is if you don't mind?"
Because Nolan was thinking it, looking down at Geoff and Hewy, not only taking in the conversation, but checking the young master out as well, opens his mouth, "I think you should start by showing him how good a cocksucker your slave is!"
There was a lot to be learned as far as Hewy was concerned, but some things were plain as can be, him saying, "Like who's the master here?" He laughs.
"You're right," Geoff says, an evil streak of humor coming over him. "So, Master Hewy," he strikes up conversation, "How would `you' punish an unruly slaveboy?"
It made Nolan retrace his guilt, dropping the humorous smile, his face almost showing horror.
"Whip him?" Hewy suggests, shrugging both shoulders.
Strange thing, at first he was hesitant in accepting his punishment. In this place Nolan trusted Geoff, but was totally unconfident about another master's actions.
"Go on."
Nolan bit his lip, waiting. After all, his safety blanket, Geoff was there and he was trusting. Yet, something began to override that judgement, thinking as if Geoff wasn't there, a churning on down below, tingling sensation almost, since the cock harness also lassoed his balls.
"Would ten or twenty lashes on his back be okay?"
Placing a hand on the twenty year old's shoulder, Geoff speaks as if father to son, "Hewy, what exactly do you think this boy's punishment should be," adding, "spoken like a man?"
As when Nolan first met up with Hewy, the young fratboy rekindles his stature, firming up his frame and standing tall, "I think ten lashes to start, to see if he's sorry for speaking out!"
"Spoken like a man!"
What?' Nolan is thinking. Yet, something weird is happening. Not thinking now of a whip in the master's hand, it whirring through the air, his back the target, Nolan's fear turns to excitement, about to be punished by but a hairy, young guy wielding a weapon and applying it to his skin... well, the leather nooses around his cock and balls are really starting to agitate' him!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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