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CoMPany payLoaD 23 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"You weren't kidding when you said you wouldn't hurt a hair on my head now, were you?"
As Nolan looked at his back in the jon mirror, Hewy was in the shower, ready to close the door.
"I kept my word," he crosses his hairy chest with his index finger, "except for a few kisses every five or ten lashes?"
Nolan smiled in the mirror, after eyeing up the superficial red lines streaming across his back. He turns, opening the glass door, which had swung closed, "Aren't you going to wait for me?"
Figuring Nolan was a little cross over the flogging, Hewy immediately reminds him, "You wanted it!"
"I know," Nolan replies, taking the twenty year old in his arms.
"Kept you hard, didn't I?"
"And leaking," Nolan says, which more or less told how much he was enjoying the multi-strand whipping implement, thrashed from left to right across his shoulder blades.
"You weren't the only one!"
"I could tell," Nolan replies. He could too, tell how much enjoyment Hewy was getting, after the fifty or sixty lashes, losing count. By the time his back was on fire, his cock was sticking out almost straight and puddled much goo on the floor.
He got a better view or the pasty matter when Hewy allowed his arms to sag, enough so he bent in half and with all out intentions of getting himself off, pierced Nolan to the core.
"We had fun, didn't we?"
In the flowing water, the two made some rather sweet love. Hewy managing to get Nolan to turn and face the wall, he rubbed his cock up and down, making mention, "I wonder how Demont and Trystan made out?"
"Oh, I don't think their evening was a total wipe out," Nolan replies, ready to climb the wall, feeling Hewy's 9.5c gaining momentum.
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A tune plays out in the morning atmosphere, James jabbing Laurent in the side, "Your cell is calling you!" He then took the pillow and covered his head, blotting out the tune.
"Dammit!" Laurent said, getting out of bed, his foot tangled up from last night's love-making session, falling out of bed, rolling onto his back, rolling back over into fucking position, then standing. "All right! All right! I'm coming already!" Even though perturbed over getting woken out of a sound sleep, Laurent smiled, thinking about `coming' and what a wonderful late evening it had been. Cell still going, he answered, talked, talked some more and then touched it off, barking, "Rise and shine, it's time to go!"
James, head under the pillow, didn't move.
Looking at him, Laurent took in the precious picture, faced down and fully naked, he licked his lips, thinking of last night, how he licked those hairy melons, dove his tongue right in between. Wanting to get deeper, he pulled James' ass cheeks apart and... Not wanting to stroke himself into a full erection over his reverie, Laurent walks over to the bed and gives James a tender slap on the ass, announcing once again, "Rise and shine loverboy!"
It sounded like James was joking, but at this point Laurent was sure, when he turns his head out from the pillow and says, "Felt good. One more time?"
"Maybe later," Laurent says, "but we've got to make our move."
"I'll pack."
"No time. We've got to get Tom and Tony and leave."
Everything was set. So, James thought, when left outside the limo with Laurent, him asking, "Aren't you coming too?"
"In good time. Somebody has to stay in contact, here on the ground. But don't you worry..."
"I'm worried," James replies.
"Don't. Everything is going along as planned," Laurent assured him.
They didn't kiss, but shook hands, James getting into the limo, sitting next to Tom, whom sat next to Tony. On the opposing side sat Stefano, Hans and Jaco.
Wiseguy he can be, Jaco more concentrated on the big paycheck he was going to be drawing off the kidnap, "Yup, gonna have myself a whole harem of boys, to wait on me hand and foot!"
Stefano, with lust in his own mind, "After I meld them into slaveboys?"
"You get your own slaves, Stef!" Jaco came back at him with.
James thought it strange Giuseppe, nor the mastermind behind the kidnap, Erik Harrellsson were not there to see them off, it irking James. The way it looked, it was Stefano head man. To confirm his thoughts, he asks, "I thought it would be Giuseppe or Erik riding with us to the airport?"
Smiling, like it was a personal joke, Stefano replies, "From here on in you take orders from me."
Tom heard it, but kept his mouth shut. From the start, his opinion of Stefano, he was a fuckin' shit and didn't like his attitude one bit.
"Got that?" Stefano questions, staring at James.
Now that's one thing Tom did not like at all, opening his trap, "`We' got it!"
Stefano whips his head around, but didn't say anything, giving Tom the `death stare'. He mellowed out to a smile, then cast his attention towards Jaco, carrying out a conversation in Italian.
Little did the three, Tom, Tony and James know, the plan sought out by Laurent's operatives had just been altered. As James had summed up in his mind, Stefano kept to himself. With Giuseppe's fortune already in his pocket, Erik a bonus in the pot, to complete the deal with his mideastern benefactor, all need to be done is deliver his planeload of slaves. In addition to the three, he was claiming the bounty all to himself, throwing Hans and Jaco in to sweeten the pot!
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"Up, up, up, up, up!" Thor Jorgensen clapped his hands, rousing Denis and Terry out of their slumber.
"Thor, what the fuck is the meaning of this?" Terry asks, spooning Denis in front of him.
"Mister Watney. I have orders to have Denis in the limo and on his way to the studio downtown in," he looked at his arm, but found his watch to missing. "Dammit!" Tapping a finger on his lips, Thor wonders, "Now where did I leave that?"
Terry jokes, "Some gloryhole?"
"Fuck you!" Thor replies. "Be ready and outside in a half hour."
Slamming the door, Denis asks, "Have you ever sucked a guy through a hole in the wall?"
"Nope! You?"
"Never."
"They have a couple of walls on the set, purposely set up to resemble them. You're welcome to try them out, but I'd rather you use me instead!"
Turning around, the sheet at the bottom of the bed twirled around Denis' feet, him saying, "I like what we did last night."
"Me too. I really enjoyed pampering you, Denis."
Sitting up and looking at himself, in the lap region, Denis replies, "I can't believe you sat on my cock and jumped up and down on it!"
Terry asks, "It's okay, isn't it?"
"Of course, but last night it felt so, so good. Can we try it again tonight?"
"And every night," Terry dared saying.
"Really?" Denis says, lying down again next to Terry.
Answering, Terry brought Denis' face close to his.
Barging in the room, Doug says, "C'mon and cut that crap out. Didn't you hear Thor? We've gotta be downtown in an hour!"
"Are you coming too?" Denis was delighted.
"So much for a tender moment!" Terry replies, hopping out of bed too.
Doug replies, "Who else is going to watch out for you?"
"Cool!" Denis says, giving Doug a hug.
Terry asks, "Do I get one too?"
"No. You two get in the shower. And don't get too buddy-buddy. I'll be back in ten minutes."
"Bossy, isn't he?" Terry asks Denis.
Mellowing out, Denis replies, "I'm glad he's still around, you know?"
"Yeah. I like Doug too."
They headed off to the shower.
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Figuring, before he had to head out himself, Laurent decides to whip up some eggs. His original plan was to get a shower, dress and leave. Whistling, he stops when he notices the milk looks to have gone sour. Checking the fridge, all the cartons have the same, expired date code, saying, "Somebody's slipped up."
Tapping his fingers on the counter, he snaps one against his thumb, getting an idea, "The cellar!"
Down the steps he treks, heading for the refrigerator tucked away in the wine cellar, used for when they have dungeon parties. Sure enough, there's two cartons of milk, but sadly, same date code. Suddenly, upon hearing something, he says to himself, "What was that?"
Only thing Laurent can think up, is the dungeon, housed behind the wine cellar wall. Approaching, he notices a glitch, the wall left ajar by a few inches. Hearing a jangling of chains, he enters. On his mind, he wondered if a party ending, one `guest' might have been forgotten about. It made him feel horny, happening upon the prospect of a horny, young dude, trussed up in chains. However, his reaction is far from his dreams, "What the fuck?"
`Chains' was the only part of Laurent's assumptions which proved correct. There, eagle-spread and chained up was Erik Harrellsson.
"Oh my!" he remarks.
Of course, bound with a ball gag in his mouth, Erik could see, hear, but couldn't speak. He could try making sounds, all of which Laurent made out to wanting out of his bondage. His exclaiming was a reaction to the heavy weights attached to Erik's balls, via a ball parachute, his stretched about four to five inches from his cock.
Every time Erik try to say something, his bod would wiggle, causing the ball torture to become more intense, the weight swaying back and forth.
He didn't know what to do first. Laurent couldn't reach Erik's head to undo the ball gag. He wasn't sure about the balls. Laurent has had a parachute attached to his sacs, but never had been the one `attaching.' Good thing he went for the parachute while Erik had the ball gag in his mouth or else it would have been quite a strain on the ears, unbuckling it and allowing the weights to drop to the floor. He could tell it quite unpleasant for Erik!
Going for the winch, he lowered Erik's bod, which slacked to the floor, him commenting about the slouching, rather than carrying his own weight, including the uprighting of his head, "I guess he couldn't take it." Then Laurent realizes, "Oh my god! I'm a torturer!" He then laughed at himself for being so ridiculous!
Having Erik down, flatout on the floor, he went to the water cooler and got a paper cup of water, bringing it back and dousing Erik's face.
Coming out of it, Erik immediately tried saying something.
"Oops! Forgot!" Laurent said, reaching behind Erik's head to remove the ball gag.
It took a while for Erik to set his jaw in motion, but when he did, he began telling how Stefano got bought out by some mideastern investor.
That part of Stefano's plan didn't bother Laurent, more important he wanted to know, "What about James and his brother?"
When Erik, who would do anything now to promote Stefano's downfall, told Laurent about Stefano's plan to detour to Morrocco, turning over every man on the plane, including the pilots, Stefano taking the bounty for himself, Laurent flew out of there like a bat out of hell!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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