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CoMPany payLoaD 22
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Back from their swim, Laurent and James came upon Tom and Tony fast asleep.
Left on their backs, the two had apparently fallen in towards one another, faces almost touching, as well as chests, stomach and lower anatomy, on account of their arms secured behind their backs with neckties.
"Think they will remember if we untie them?"
"Oh, Tony will be so-o disappointed!"
"That's the breaks," James replies.
"I take it you don't want Tom waking up in bondage?"
James justifies, "Tomorrow we'll be heading out. I think I would feel better if they woke up..." melancholy, "in each other's arms?"
Convinced, Laurent thought by chance, waking up not only without their bods decorated with colorful neckties, but if in their on bed, it would confuse their minds and make them think it was a bad dream.
"For Tom."
It got Laurent to thinking, Tom not enjoying the captivity, especially `balls in bondage', but Tony loving it and putting things in perspective, with James and him in mind, "I think Tom and Tony are going to have fun in the barn too!"
"I was thinking about it too," James says as he unties Tom.
"The barn?" Laurent hoping for something erotic.
"The whole idea. I think maybe I could learn to like living on a farm. I picture myself as one of those barechested cowboys, a bail of wire and fixing a fence?"
"I need to cook up food and put some muscle and meat on those bones of yours," he pinches James on the side, nearly zero bod fat.
"Oh really? I thought I already had fat meat on my bod!"
"Mmm-m!" Laurent says, feeling up `that fat' too!
Like they planned, James with Tony over his shoulder, a more hefty load and Laurent handling Tom, they placed the two drunks back in their bed, them not waking, except James feeling a warm yawn on his back and Tony mumbling something about his balls!
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"You're angry about Geoff, aren't you?"
"Geoff?" Nolan says, falsely asking, "Geoff who?"
Hewy guesses, "Was that guy, `Peter', Geoff's boyfriend?"
"You got it," Nolan says, with an edge.
"And Geoff wants to get back together with him?"
"That's the way it looks," Nolan says indifferently.
Trying to make matters look okay, Hewy offers, "Good think there were three of us. Now you have me!"
Anger, frustration, letting his guard down, Nolan replies, "But I don't want you!"
Their pacing stops.
"Oh shit, did that come out wrong!"
From his happy, gay style of trying to make things work out, Hewy's demeanor dropped two hundred percent, "It's okay."
"It's `not' okay," Nolan tries setting things right.
"No. It's okay."
"It's `not' okay, okay?"
"Okay," Hewy replies, "It's not okay, but it's okay. Alright?"
Sighing, Nolan takes Hewy in his arms and hugs him.
"I thought you hate me?" Even so, Hewy hugged back.
"I don't hate you. What I said was wrong. I said it out of frustration."
"I know. I mean, I would be too, but I'm glad it's down to one on one, because I like you."
"Me only? I thought you liked Geoff?"
"The truth?"
Nolan giving Hewy a certain expression on his face, forces it out.
"I like Geoff. I like him very much. He's a good guy, but I think you are a very good guy and I like you very much too."
Waiting, Nolan figures there's a punchline to all of this.
Not disappointed, Hewy surrenders thought, "I'm getting to like you so much more."
Figuring Hewy wasn't too good with expressing himself in words, Nolan paves the way, "I know this might sound crazy to you, but from about the time I lay eyes on you, I had this strong feeling we were going to get to know each other better?"
"Me too," Hewy confesses. "Only, I hadn't thought about us becoming `more' than friends?"
Perhaps Nolan had it in his heart to say it, but Hewy put it best, him agreeing, "Exactly what I thought."
Already accepting the facts, Hewy says, "Although, I will always be thankful to Geoff for showing me stuff."
"Yeah, right," Nolan replies with a smirk, "and me the helpless victim, rendering me totally in submission of the weapons you were wielding!"
They laugh about it now, Hewy recalling, "Was I too harsh on you?"
Smiling, because now, after the fact, Nolan says of it, "I took it all for you!"
"I had a feeling," Hewy got the feeling.
"Oh? How's that go?"
"This?" Hewy remarks.
Sitting at the bar in the `Bear & Grill', it was no sweat playing up to a man, a hang out for the gay crowd. As for Hewy, nobody much pay attention to his hand, groping Nolan's crotch.
Reacting to pressure, Nolan says, "Ooh-ooh-ohh! Let's go easy?"
Then OMG!
To Nolan's dismay, but without intimidation, he's sitting there on a stool, face to face with not only Hewy, but Georg, leaning an arm right atop Hewy's left shoulder.
"This boy giving you trouble?"
Hewy bit his lip. Remembering Geoff's words about first impression, he wasn't sure, but had to think quick. First thing, first reaction to this dude, was the smell of leather, then the blond hair, almost hairless front, except for a scathing of blond fuzz across the chest. He swallowed, gazing upon the chest, like the rest of Georg's physique, chiseled, like he did the gym 24/7!
The pressure was on, when he knew Georg reassessed his evaluation, addressing Hewy, "or maybe I'm talking to the wrong person?" He unlatched his stance, standing between Hewy and Nolan, who faced each other.
`Now or never', ran through Hewy's mind. He was nicely put together, but didn't have such stacked pecs at the top of decked out abs, however he knew vocal interpretation was part of the act, so coughed up his deepest bass voice and says, as he slips his ass off the stool to stand, "Ya know, a guy has a right to his privacy and I rightly think you're being rude butting in on mine and my bud's."
It did something to Georg, surprise showing on his face at the least.
Before Georg could get a word in, Hewy cranks out, "Frankly, I don't usually allow myself to talk with crash such as you, but..."
That got Georg enflamed, him saying as he wagged his finger, "Now you wait a little minute there. I..."
"I know."
"You know what?" he talked down to Hewy.
"If you would keep your foul mouth shut for one minute..."
Since Hewy was on a roll, Nolan inserts his two cents, "By the way Georg, you should carry around some breath mints?" Nolan chuckles.
Knowing, from meeting up with Nolan at The Chasm' and Bear Lair', Georg knew he play the bottom boy role, so didn't think twice of extending his right as master of any submissive man, began pounding his finger into Nolan's chest, "You shut that fuckin' mouth and listen to me boy..."
By now, the atmosphere of the `Bear & Grill' had changed dramatically, more quiet and less eating and drinking, dudes catching on to the conversation in progress at the bar.
There were ooh's and oh's, when Hewy asserts himself, firmly planting his hand against Georg's chest, moving him away, back a few feet in an antagonistic manner, "Excuse me, but you don't go and touch a person like that, especially someone with me, if you know what's good for you."
Backing up a foot on his own, Georg played it out, raising fists, changing one to prod, "C'mon. Show me what you got. Show me what you got," returning his hand to a fist position.
Jimmy, the little guy at the bar, relieving Joe, who was downstairs having some hot fun, yells out, "Georg, Joey doesn't wanna have any trouble?"
"Don't worry," Georg says, "what I break I pay for," laughing. "Except this little weasel!"
Nolan wasn't about to allow Hewy to get his lights punched out, so steps between the two and says, "I'm sure we can work this out Georg?"
Georg drops the fist, mellowing out and in a turn around of attitude, "You know, you're right?"
"See?" Nolan replies, smiling.
He wasn't smiling long, taking a deep cut to the abs, exhaling like a weather balloon loosing all it's gas, bending over, Nolan going into a coughing spell.
Laughing it off, Georg let his guard down.
Just enough, Hewy thought about it and because he knew something which anyone in this room would never guess, he play it out, "Typical of something `trash like you' would do!"
Laughing even harder, Georg says, "Oh yes. I haven't forgotten about you!"
Hewy was hoping. In karate class he learned how to really put a guy out of action, but there were more kinder ways to do it, in a teasing manner. In less than a minute he had patrons laughing their asses off, taking it all in, like a sideshow at a circus, Hewy whipping Georg's butt, himself not suffering a bruise nor scratch.
However, when things started to commence, little Jimmy, Joey's twenty year old fuck buddy, jumped down two stairs at a time to sound the alert.
He loved Jimmy dearly, like a brother, but right now, position between two ass cheeks and having a delightful fuck, he cursed all the way to the door, pulling up his pants. Ruining the perfectly tight squeeze, Joey curses, "Whoever it is, they're in big, fuckin' trouble!"
Smiling, Jimmy knew the truth, because he's been in a fuckin' good position with Joey. On the other side of the coin, he could give about as good as he could get, so hung around in the basement lair, while Joey hightailed it upstairs!
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After their refreshing swim, helping themselves to the bar, James and Laurent report back to their room, the only real place they felt privacy, other than the waters or the pool.
"Aren't they cute," Laurent remarks.
When they left, Tom and Tony were quite active, fighting their bindings, a mixture of tied wrists, ankles and of course the torturous bind ups of their balls.
"Very, but what's this?" James looks over Tony.
Reacting to Tony, his gag slipped out of his mouth, more under his chin, his cuddling up to Tom, but his head a few inches below Tom's bellyhole, Laurent condones, "Didn't I tell you to tie it tighter around his mouth?"
"I didn't want to suffocate him?" James defends himself.
Laurent points out, "He's still got a nose to breathe?"
James laughs, saying, which might not be the case now?"
Laurent could not dismiss James' thoughts, gazing at Tony with one of Tom's sacs still lodged in his mouth, nose pressed up against the base of his cock.
"I don't think he's dead, though," James feels Tony's cock, most obvious a large volume of goo has been spent.
Yawning, Laurent says, "I guess that kills our bedding for the night. Think we should seek out another bed? The mansion has plenty of them!"
Kinky desire filling James' mind, he begins to kneel on the bed, "Nah. There's plenty of room here for the four of us!"
Reconnecting with thought, Tom and Tony barging in on their privacy, Laurent approaches the bed, saying, "I'm curious. How did it feel to have Tom fuck you?"
Smiling, James replies, "About ten times more savage than me fucking yours?"
"Really?" Laurent replies with exclamation, his hand lightly massaging his own twitching balls. Overwhelmed with emotion, "How about getting savage on me?"
It would come to pass, Laurent having his ass savagely raped. As for James, slamming in and out of Laurent tight hole, his mind raced back and forth like a roller coaster, caught somewhere between the present, pulling out till the tip of his cock could `taste air' and then forcing it in with a vengeance and when he was Tom's age, allowing his teen brother to rape his own ass.
Of course, as the two had intercourse, the two bondage victims stirred and by the time James had shot his wad, Tom and Tony were very much alive and kicking.
Loads spent, even though their energy was kicked out, Laurent is the one to say, "We're not going to get any peace, you know?"
It's James who says, "Tom's going to go berserk," he said, but knowing his brother it's not out of anger, but a friendly `getting even'.
"I'm not tired yet," Laurent replies. "I could still go for something to get me hard and pulsing?"
James senses something, asking, "And `what would' get you hard and pulsing?"
Laurent suggests in a round about way, "I bet you liked getting fucked by Tom and don't deny it?"
Lying side by side in bed, facing each other, James couldn't hide this one strike of emotional fervor, "Anybody else, forget it, okay?"
"Hey," Laurent sets it straight, "I'm not asking to do you or anything..."
True to the boys' stirring, soon Tom developed movement of his vocal chords, "Are you gonna-the-fuck untie me or what?"
"Ain't me he's gonna be after?" Laurent put it to his lover.
Because he wasn't sure of Laurent's regards of the matter of his brother fucking him, James asks, "And you're okay with all this?"
"Your brother is waiting?" Laurent says with a smile, his hand between his legs.
However, were they both surprised, after Tom ranted on about tying them both up, after James carefully released Tom's balls and untied his hands tied behind his back, it's not James Tom turned on, but Tony!
"I thought you were pissed at me?" James asks.
"I am, but hell... it's not you who put me to sleep sucking on my balls, dammit!"
Laurent got his porn show after all, but it wasn't Tom savagely working over James' ass, but Tom, taking on Tony with his hands tied to the small of his back. Of course, to fuck Tony's ass he had to disconnect the necktie which fused Tony's balls, up his ass crack and to the bindings of his wrists.
Settling back in Laurent's arms, James comments, "I thought for sure he would be gunning for me."
"And if I didn't know any better," Laurent replies, a finger slipping into the crevice of his boyfriend's ass, "I'd think you were taking this with great disappointment?"
"Nah," James replies, though he did nothing to fend off Laurent's exploring digit.
"I coud say something?"
Shooing the thought away, James scolding, "Don't you dare!"
Sensing something different, left unsaid, like James saying something `opposite' of what he meant, Laurent pipes up in a shout, because the rocking of the bed was producing not only earthquaking waves, "I was under the impression you were going to fuck James?"
"Maybe later!" Tom called out. "Don't bother me... I'm busy now!"
Immersed up to his bushy pubes, Tom used Tony's bound arms as leverage, pulling in and allowing his twenty-five year old bound captive fall free. If it hadn't been for Tony's stealth physique, most likely the after effects would be more tormenting than his sore ass.
"I guess he told you!"
Laurent, his finger still toying around with James' ass ring, gives it a short poke inwards, "Yeah, right!"
They would've loved to have stay around for the climax, but all this was making Laurent way too horny. Regarding James, he wasn't immune to watching his brother pound Tony's ass, "What's gotten into you?" he asks, as they walk down the hallway.
"Me?" Laurent stops for a second. "Nothing's wrong with me."
Knowing he swore off, nobody would touch his ass, except Tom, James swallows his words, "If you wanted to see somebody plow my ass, why don't you do it yourself!"
Hands on hips, Laurent watches James walk past him. "James?" he calls.
Stopping, but not turning around, James replies, "What?"
"I'm sorry for my selfish attitude, okay?"
James stood there, a few feet from the staircase, facing the wall. He thought about it.
While in thought, he never picked up on Laurent, like a church mouse, creeping along the strip of carpeting. He's arms engaging, Laurent's left arm grabs James around the middle, the other slapped against the small patch of hair, midchest, then planing across till it touched down across his nip. Hugging from behind he asks, "How about we erase the evening from when we got out of the pool and start again?"
Seeing all that has happened, since parking themselves in bed with Tom and Tony, James sees it as no big deal, but did Laurent forget..."I'm not sure if I can summon up enough juices to fuck you again?"
Hands swarming as he walks around James, "Okay, so we back up instead to after that exhilarating fucking you gave me?"
Laurent was already engaged and seeing how cute he was being, James lifts his arms, cuddles and moves fully into a lip-locking position.
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Back at the Harrellsson Building, Demont and Trystan left the premises, Trystan remarking in a cagey manner, "Looks like from now on you've got Al Tarulli eating out of your hand, huh Demont?"
"And ass!"
Demont led off the laughing session, the conversation turning to Julio, wondering if they planned on sticking together, because as Demont split with the two after the jon scene, he lost track of Trystan and Julio, up until ten minutes ago, when security was busy closing the building for the night.
"I took his cell number. We'll get together now and then, but what I'm looking for," a subject not brought up between the two, "is a beefy young cub," placing both hands to his pecs, Trystan describes, "you know, nice set of hairy man-boobs and..."
With insight, Demont says, "And I know just where to find your man!"
He hadn't a car of his own, but gravitated towards Demont's vehicle, expectant of a ride home. With a suggesting tone to Demont's voice, Trystan figured this was not going to be another Saturday night, cruising bars.
Backing out of the personalized parking space, Trystan asks, "So, what did you have in mind?"
Demont replies, "You want a cub, I will take you someplace where you can have your choice!"
Knowing of such a place, Trystan names, "The Cub Corner?"
"Cub Corner?" Demont takes time out for a hardy laugh. "I thought you wanted meet a `real' cub!"
"Um, we're not like, going to the zoo?"
Parking right in front of the place, Trystan says, "Bear & Grill? Been here before. So?"
"Have you been downstairs?" Demont asks.
"Downstairs? What do you mean downstairs?"
"All I needed to know," Demont replies.
"This is a no parking zone, you know?"
"Who says we're parking?"
Trystan wondered. They were stopped. The engine was off and he confirmed his own judgement, looking up at the red sign which read, `no parking'. He was about to read the sign out loud, when a guy comes out the front door and approaches Demont's side of his 4x4.
"You're late, boy!"
"Sorry, Master Demont." He couldn't help but notice, "New slaveboy?"
Trystan was already out his side and sets the kid straight by way of saying, "Who's this Demont?"
"This is slaveboy Kyle, who is in serious trouble!"
Kyle loved the sound of it. He just hoped it would not slip Demont's memory and seek him out for some hot punishment tonight. Seeing the error of his ways, he addresses them both, "Sorry sirs," then to Trystan, "I was under the impression you were with Master Demont as..."
"I know what you thought, boy," Trystan fell right into the part, "you were thinking I was some cocksucker like you, ain't that right boy?"
"Yes, sir," Kyle replied.
Demont, in a hurry to get inside and start partying, barks out the order, "The keys are in the car. Park it, boy!"
"Yes, Master Demont."
He tore out of there, burning rubber, Trystan saying of it, "Are you sure you can trust him?"
"With more than my truck!"
He wondered what Demont meant by it. If not only his truck, he must mean his life', but then what was that all about? For now he lay his curiosity over Kyle to rest, anticipating Demont's mention of a downstairs'.
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After leaving the `Bear & Grill' this afternoon, Hewy and Nolan took to walking off the last of the Margaritas.
Nolan was quite amazed of the turn of interest, Hewy wanting to veer off course and duck into the art museum, him boasting, "You have never seen Jitish Kallat?"
Rather than acknowledge missing the connection, the names run into each other, or rather the quick pronunciation, Nolan replies, "Nope!"
Dragging him inside the museum doors, Hewy became a curator, amazing Nolan with such a cultural rendering of the artist's works for roughly two hours.
By the time they cruise through an exhibit featuring art of urban and rural Japan and that of Pae White, not only has the Margarita worn off, but hunger pangs return.
"How about some late dinner?"
Seeing he has worn Nolan out, the twenty year old asks, "I hope I haven't bored you too much?"
"Are you joking?" Nolan perks up, "How could I be with such a vibrant tour leader?" he jumps forward and gives Hewy a peck on the lips.
"Thanks."
"Now, how about some dinn-dinn?"
Of all the terms Hewy had to cover with Nolan, it was Nolan's turn to explain `dinn-dinn'!
Dinner conversation turned from art to bears', the two wondering what ever became of Bart del Forte and Joe the bartender.' Such was their thirst for knowledge, instead of assuming Bart became prey for not only Joe's driving fist, but piercing cock, they doubled back and headed for the `Bear & Grill', Nolan rectifying, "We're parked two blocks away. Might as well stop in?"
Hewy says, "And get ourselves some Margaritas!"
It was almost like deja vu, except instead of Nolan in servitude to Hector, he was a `free man', accompanied by his new boyfriend, Hewy Zeitouny. Too, instead of approaching the bar, confronting Georg, whom should they meet up with...
"Nolan!"
Before he could acknowledge, Demont had his arms wrapped around him, kissing him, then unravels his greeting gesture.
"You know Hewy Zeitouny?" Nolan says.
"I do now," Demont replies, already designs on stripping the twenty year old.
Demont found out quick enough which way Hewy swung, when Hewy asks, "Who's he?" meaning Trystan, "Looks like he could be fun!"
As he said it, Trystan, checking out another dude, turns back around and asks, "What?" He sips his drink.
Knowing Trystan `pure top', at least as he has said, he thought it would be fun, saying to his nineteen year old friend and colleague, "This man here," he places an arm over Hewy's shoulder, brings him closer, "would like to own you for the evening!"
He wasn't sure what it was, the dark, short-cropped beard, shaggy haircut, tanned skin or just wondering what was behind the shirt and pants, but definitely, this dude was `hot'. It wouldn't be the first time Trystan has bent to accommodate a hot looking man. However, right now he had built himself up in front of Demont and didn't wish to topple his buildup.
"Hey Demont?"
"What?"
Seeing Hewy being drawn to Trystan and vice versa, Nolan thought it might be fun to pull his trump card, "Remember all that stuff you have been telling me about `payback'?"
Demont knew what Nolan talked about, "I know what you mean." Though he didn't think it the proper moment to begin to pay Nolan back for all the trouble he went through to help him become a citizen, not to mention money changing hands. "Now?"
Nolan knew Demont would not want any of his fellow bdsm-ers to know, so asks, "Didn't you say they had some private rooms here?"
He was half right, Demont worried about his reputation, about falling down the steps to servitude, but the other reason he was hesitant, he came here with Trystan and hoped the two would team up with one or two hot boys. Knowing he owed his life, indirectly, to Nolan, he replies, "They have some."
Managing to get a room, Demont got one suited for usage by two couples. Trystan, finding himself in the same boat, not wanting his reputation trashed either wholeheartedly accepted the accommodations. It would be a night to remember, but for Demont and Trystan, a night to keep incognito, the night the two submitted to their masters.
However, at the start, everybody stripping down, things began to get a little twisted up, Hewy paying more attention to Demont, Nolan licking lips as he watched Trystan's shirt come off, followed by his pants.
"No briefs?" Nolan questions.
Following his lead, Hewy and Demont stare intently at Trystan's pubes, as he remedies the cramped up condition his pants has had on his nine and half inches of flabby meat, waiting to get hard.
Before Demont could even savor what he could do to Trystan's big balls, Hewy has his eyes set on Demont, saying, "Would be so much fun," he wrung his hands, like washing them, only dry, "with you. What do you say?"
"Say to what?" Demont registers, realizing he was there for Nolan's benefit, not the young dude staring him up and down like he was eyeing an outfit at Bonobo's!
"I have many ideas to use for nip torture, if you are up for it?"
`Nip torture?' Demont wasn't too sure about. Sure, he's had bottom boys lick, suck, even teeth his tender nips, filling him with great, great pleasuring, even to help keep his shaft in prime fucking order, but other applications? "Hmm," he wanted to so much have a change of heart, especially whereas the twenty-year old was beyond turning him on - turned on!
Hewy sweetens the pot, "I won't hurt you anymore than you can take. You can use safe words. Okay?" like he had it in the bag.
A tip from Nolan, Demont knew Hewy to be a novice at this master stuff, so he figured what harm could there be, resorting to, "Sorry there Nolan. We'll have to play together some other night!"
"Oh, I don't mind!" Nolan replies in a comical sense, still checking out the suckable items between Trystan's legs.
Trystan informs him, "Look Nolan, I'm really into a lot of that S&M shit. Mostly into bondage and having you service me. How's that sound?"
All agreeable to Nolan, he gives Trystan one condition, "Except only Hewy gets to `play' with my ass?"
It said something, Trystan summing up, "You two a couple?"
Watching Hewy and Demont interact, one would never know. Yet, looking at the two, Nolan does remark, "I didn't think I would live to see the day of Demont on his knees, servicing another man's cock!"
Trystan smiles, saying, "With a master like Hewy, I bet you're no different!"
"Yeah," Nolan replies, standing there, breezing through a few unused seconds, "he's sure a beauty."
"So! How about I put you in the stocks and you suck my cock?"
"Okay, but one problem?"
"What?" Trystan asks.
"No stocks?"
Glancing about, Trystan saw the same, him repairing, "Okay then... How about I tie you to a chair?"
Answering in the positive, Nolan says, "You're the master. Who am I to disagree?"
Trystan smiled, seeing how cagey Nolan was being. "Get your ass over in that chair, boy!"
Nolan felt strange, a twenty-five year old being ordered around by a nineteen year old `kid.' Though, it was turning him on tremendously, especially when Trystan led the way and he could see the lowhangers flopping around, even from the rear.
"Sit there, boy!"
Again, it phased Nolan, the age difference, which kind of made him feel cool, bending for a young guy.
"Now. Should I use rope, chain or.... barbed wire?"
Like he's done with Geoff Sahin, Nolan replies, "Well you can put the barbed wire right out of your mind!"
Trystan was kidding, saying, "I guess we'll go with the rope. I don't feel like lifting any heavy chains tonight!"
So it went and after Trystan had Nolan bundled up to the chair, Nolan says of it, "If you want to know what you can and cannot do, you can ask Hewy." He sat there, ropes tied above his pecs and below, making the slightly hairy chest stand out more pronounced. Woven around his bod, rope was neatly laced, showing Trystan had something equivalent to a master's degree in bondage.
As it crossed from side to side, somehow the rope fell just below Nolan's bellyhole, scrunched up because he was sitting and bare just above, which Trystan made light of Nolan's comment, "Is that so? By the way," he makes a fist and leans down, sinking his fist into Nolan's gut, "one of my favorite punishments is gut torture. Sure hope you did your crunches at the gym!"
"Gut torture?" Nolan exclaimed, already dull feeling about his stomach. Then, as Geoff Sahin had suggested, "What about my safeword?"
"I doubt you'll be able to say much, with this, "Trystan whips out a ball gag, "in your mouth!"
Tight-lipped, Nolan felt his balls go from handled softly to harshly, which made him open up hastily!
"And," Trystan says cunningly, whipping a black strip of material out of the vest pocket of his leather garment.
Nolan proves to himself how incapacitated he is, protesting the use of the blindfold. Right before it's applied, he sees Hewy and Demont reenter the room. Now, he can hear, but can't see, nor express his opinion of the turn of events.
He can't believe his ears when he hears `Hewy', of all people, say, "Looks like you have your fun cut out for you, Trystan!"
"I'm like as hard as a rock thinking about it," he hears Trystan say.
Hewy answers, "I can see that. What's the first torture on your list?"
Suddenly, from sitting up straight in the chair, with the grabbing of his ankles, Nolan's bod is moved to where he sits slanted in the chair and the words out of his tormentor's mouth, "I thought I'd start with a little gut punching, but oh... I forgot... I'm supposed to check with you to make sure it's okay?"
Nonchalantly, Hewy replies, "I don't see where that would pose a problem, but limit yourself to fifty or sixty?"
Behind the gag and blindfold, Nolan's unheard pleas of resistance are voiced and like he's really being held captive by perpetrators, begins rocking the chair around. Thoughts cloud his mind, visions of trust and untrustworthiness clouding his mind. He really goes ballistic, feeling knuckles, north of his bellyhole.
It was all a sham though, Trystan pulling away his fist, Hewy bending over and placing his lips to Nolan's tummy trail and giving him a loaded kiss.
Black and white, a kiss versus a gut-punch, Nolan's bod relaxes.
Sitting down on Nolan's lap, facing him, Hewy lowers the blindfold, saying, "Do you think I would allow anyone to harm you?"
Nolan answers, a garbled sound behind the ball gag.
Smiling, Hewy reaches behind Nolan's head, intentionally grinding himself into the naked bod, from chest to pubes. Releasing the ball gag, Hewy replaces it with his lips, in hopes Nolan is in a forgiving mood.
"Well!" Demont huffs. "Looks like that kills our entertainment for the evening!"
Trystan smiles, saying, "I saw a couple of nice cubs standing at the bar?"
"Let's go!"
Leaving the two alone, Hewy began to torture Nolan with his lips, for starters!
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