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 24 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Repositioning himself three times in his seat, Tom slaps Tony in the chest.
"What?" Tony is startled out of a sound sleep.
"I'm bored."
"Try listening to music?"
Tom's sarcastic reply, "I'm not into Bieber?"
Unbelieving or curious, whatever, Tony picks up the headphones and takes a listen for himself, saying of it, "Oh," and "He's got a cute haircut?"
"Doesn't turn me on."
"I'm glad I do!" Tony says, smiling.
"Yeah," Tom replies and for the first time picks a subject other than frivolous sex, "Will be cool when," he almost slipped, "we reach our final destination?"
Chances are, James, who chose to get Bieberized, fell asleep and never heard a word sung by the Bieb.
Several aisles up on the small lear jet, a matter of three aisles separating them, the head boss, Stefano was having a nice chat with his henchmen, Hans and Jaco.
Tom and Tony were on the whole, safe, except for when the plane landed. But Tom wasn't the only one bored, Hans suggesting, "I would sure like to have a few moments alone with Jimmy-boy before we land?"
Having a bad streak in him, Stefano wasn't the only one, Jaco hinting, "I bet his balls could be some hot fun?"
Stefano was sure the Arabs wouldn't mind if some of the goods were damaged. Unaware, Hans and Jaco didn't know they were part of the deal. Stefano's scapegoat could be Jaco, if something was said about James' messed up balls, ass or any other part of his bod. It was in his hands to prevent any abuse, but too, Stefano wanted to keep Hans and Jaco from ever suspecting they would be in chains after they landed, saying, "Go ahead. Have some fun, but I suggest taking him to the cargo hold?"
Hans says of it, "But it's like so noisy!"
Stefano thought it wasteful, Jaco having such a keen mind to tell Hans, "You imbecile! How else do you think we are going to cover up Jimmy's screams?"
`Screams?' Hans thought on it. He figured he was going to do some hot fucking. Then again, knowing what Jaco's pleasures could entail, he got horny all over again, thinking of forcing not only his cock up James' ass! Getting out those feeling, his inadequacies to think, Hans replies, "That's what I thought!"
Swinging out of their seats, Stefano cautions, "Not too many marks on him, boys?"
Hans took Stefano's remarks to heart. In his own warped mind, Jaco was thinking up a storm of painful ideas for James to scream about. Bruising wasn't a concern for Jaco, which only drove him to smile more. As he approaches the last row of the plane, he says to Hans, of the crafty plan, "Leave this to me."
Standing a short distance away, Hans watched Jaco in action, tapping James gently on the shoulder, saying something to him. James smiles, Hans looking, seeing James mouth the word, `sure,' which made him smile, knowing whatever it was Jaco said to James, worked and soon the two would be creating some fun to pass the time.
Making out near the window, Tom and Tony didn't even notice James going with the two, until Tom glances towards the seat James vacated, about two minutes later.
"Hey, where's James?"
"Probably took a leak," Tony says.
Accepting it, Tom turned his attention back to Tony, the two picking up where they left off.
Unknown to Jaco and Hans, Stefano had swung a portable table around. Opening his laptop, he fingers the keys and soon he is linked up to the five or more cams, placed in lucrative places throughout the cargo hold. Placing headphones on his head, he sits back, unzips his pants, fishes out his cock and strums to the action taking place.
He smiles, watching Jaco holding James, arms skewered behind the twenty-six year olds back, Jaco with a firm grip.
Rounding his knuckles with his other hand, Hans takes position to throw his fist into James' midsection.
`Good one!' a toothy grin fills Stefano's face, his reaction much like a good pitch, which delivers, giving a batter a perfect, homerun hit. He's unsure, but thinks he must've missed a gut punch or two, because Jaco looses his grip, James careening towards the floor.
Things pick up, Hans taking off his dress jacket, tie, shirt, while Jaco takes over, coming around the front of James and hurling his dress shoe towards the mid section of James' legs.
`Oh shit that was hot!' Stefano remarks, stroking his own cock, at the expense of James getting his balls pummeled.
Rolling over onto his back with Hans' help, James is still clutching his balls with both hands. Totally in the buff, Hans jackknifes his knees, his butt landing on James necktie. His cock is in James' face.
`Sweet!' Stefano thinks.
Things start heating up, Jaco reaching down, unzipping James' pants, fishing for his cock. Jaco smiles, pulling the zipper up, just under James' balls.
It is apparent, by the look on James' face, the zipper is playing a part in scraping against his victim's shaft and balls, all pulled through the small opening.
Another accolade runs through Stefano's mind, along with his hand picking up speed, with Jaco grabbing James' balls in a bundle and strangling them with the necktie he just took off.
Meanwhile, he hears Hans swear, "I feel teeth Jimmy-boy and Jaco here will feel no pain in ripping your balls off, but you sure will! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
He has to turn down the volume temporarily, hearing both Hans and Jaco laugh their asses off. He turns it up, seeing Hans grab James' hair, pulling his head upwards. With reluctance to `open up', Hans says, "Got a problem here, Jaco. Can you lend a pair of hands?"
"Maybe another swift kick in the balls?"
Seeing Jaco on the verge, holding his foot a distance from James' crotch, Hans replies, "Are you joking? It will make him pass out. Nah, I want Jimmy-boy here to feel my tube go down his throat."
Getting an evil idea, Jaco relaxes his foot, walks to where he's standing over James, with Hans' ass parked on his chest, says, "Do you think there's room for two?"
Half-barechested, Jaco goes all the way, stripping to the buff.
Wondering what they are up to, is not much concern to Stefano, the twenty-eight year old with a raging hardon, knowing he's not going to last long and resigns to allowing the two have their fun while he is recuperating from his massive eruption.
More intent with his mind on his laptop, Stefano forgets there are two others in the pressurized cabin, Tom once again confronting Tony, "Unless James is constipated, he's spending an awful long time in the jon?"
"I'll check."
Tony checked, finding, "It's vacant."
Then, for the first time noticing only one head above the seats, "I find it kind of strange Hans and Jaco gone. What do you think of that, Tony?"
Putting two and one together, placing James in Hans and Jaco's field, Tony says, "I'll ask Stefano. Bet he knows."
He sure did know!
About to tag Stefano on the shoulder, Tony's eyes first glance at the laptop, him immediately reacting, "Oh shit!"
With the great quality headphones on, Stefano didn't hear.
Good for Tony's sake, him watching, seeing Hans and Jaco side by side and because one specific cam was head on with the pair, he could see the picture of James, flat out on the floor, with Hans and Jaco trying to maneuver themselves so two cocks will fit in one mouth. Early on, he figures they must've done something to overpower James, because he was quite the fit man. Putting all the pieces together, he first thought of James as his friend, but what really put the fire in Tony's soul, was him being the brother of the man who stole his heart.
"You fuckin' sadist!" Tony roars.
Stefano never had a chance, Tony taking him by the back of the head and smashing his face, point blank into the keyboard!
Programmed for surprise though, Stefano did manage to try to recover as fast as possible, but most likely from the damage to his nose, blood streaming down from a cut over his eye, it left him a bit stunned.
Tony wasn't through with him yet,"You fuckin' bastard!"
"Tony?" Tom questions.
However, not allowing Tom's catcall to interfere, Tony approaches Stefano and... he looks down, seeing what's hanging out of Stefano's pants and it was like taking candy from a baby.
"Oo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh-shit!"
`Oh shit' was right, Tony making a grab for the obvious.
With his mind and pain center focused with Tony's hold on his balls, Stefano had plenty to worry about. With the power of only one eye to see, it became quite the handicap and in no time Tony had the front of Stefano's bod up against the cabin wall.
"Need any help?"
"Does it look like I need any help?" Tony replies. Yet, his mind was on the real menace, Stefano's laptop still open.
At first Tom hadn't paid mind to it, but being Tony glancing to it, it made Tom's head drop to take a look. "Oh shit! What are they doing to James?" Picking the bloody laptop up and holding it closer than a person need to, he demands, "Where's James?"
"You heard the man," Tony reacts.
Stefano was quickly getting the message from the two, especially when shoved, nose to the wall, his laptop did the same, crashed `belly-up' into the wall right next to him. Unlike himself, he glances to the floor, seeing portions of the keyboard loosened, the cover serrated off from the main portion of the laptop.
Shoving Stefano's juxtaposed arm up his back. When Stefano laughs as a reply Tony forces the arm higher, "Where did you say, bastard?"
He should have chosen the right path towards relief.
Even Tom was shocked out of his gourd, when Tony spins Stefano around and starts to pull up his pants zipper, Tom shouting, "No shit!"
`Yes shit', Tony not feeling reluctant a bit, to catch Stefano's balls in his own pants zipper.
In not less than a second, Stefano was screaming out some operatic notes, no less short a rank, then Mariah Carey could belt out, yet some words distinguishable, which sent Tony and Tom racing for the cargo hatch.
Of course, Stefano's headphones cord came in mighty handy at a time like this, the two reflecting on the idea wrought upon them, tied around balls, then up the ass and to hands behind back.' Sometimes, even though you fight something, like what Laurent and James did to them, you learn'!
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Nolan never had a chance at any real torture, in the basement lair of the `Bear & Grill'. Sure, he got the royal treatment, after being bound down to a leather table, Hewy finding some willing participants to gnaw at Nolan's cock, balls, and other sensitive parts. When the oral part was over, he took care of the anal duties. Not only was it immensely pleasurable feeling his cock surrounded on all sides by a hot ass chamber, but visually, watching the three other boys he found at the bar, play with themselves, provided the buildup for a whopping load-blower.
Right after he pulled out, shot Nolan full of cum, he made the other three report to the table, reminding them all throughout their threesome orgy, to not cum, less they be punished dearly, for the sole purpose of hosing down his `fourth boy'.
The three found a young master a huge turn-on, but more so, the trio agreed, cumming on an older dude so cool.
Hewy knew Nolan would not mind himself getting orally cleaned off by one of the three, Nolan succumbing to two tongues making his bod devoid of the gooey substance.
Demont walking in on them, Trystan trailing, Demont says to one of the boys, "Hold the fuck right there!"
His ass in the air was like handing Demont an open invitation, the college dude saying, "Oh hell yeah!"
"What about me?" the other, currently cleaning up Nolan's pubes, complains.
"Whatdya think this is?" Trystan says, firming up his soggy fuck-tool.
"I guess that leaves me out!"
Nolan, looking away from Trystan, Demont and their boytoys, spots the scenario unfolding.
It was as much as giving the okay, but it also put Hewy in a precarious mood. As much as he wanted to fuck the dude, he also wished to keep his relationship vow with Nolan `sacred' and ongoing.
However, they were both let off the hook, the dude saying, "I'm not sure."
"Of?" Hewy replies.
"This is my first time in a place like this and..." he acted with embarrassment, "truth of the matter, I've never been fucked."
He had more or less finished sucking Hewy, Hewy replying, "Well, you are a very good cocksucker, but I don't make anyone do what they don't want to do." Sensing something, "Do you want to get fucked?"
"Not really. I mean... I always thought I would save myself for some guy I got serious about."
Hewy warmed the dude's arms, running his hands up and down them, "So this is the way it will be."
They were interrupted by a heightening of the action across the room, Demont and Trystan feeling the pangs of the verge of cumming, the two college frat in heat over having their asses savagely raped, trading off hands to jerk each other off, while their asses were pummeled.
Billed for `the dungeon chamber for two', with at least twice that many coming at once, it became quite the noisy concert hall!
With the aroma to match, facing Demont and Trystan and their bitches, Hewy on the go doing Nolan, the odd man from the trio being allowed to jerk himself off over Nolan's bod, a mild stench lingered over the chamber.
Coming out of it, Demont and Trystan made sure they exchanged cell numbers before parting company.
Strange things, people being in the right place at the right time, checking out at the desk, exchanging little stubs of tickets for their clothing, the third counterpart of the trio tags along behind Hewy. From behind the counter, Bob delivers a backpack.
"Coming or going?" Nolan asks.
It's then revealed, their `cocksucker' had been on the road, invited, after hitching a ride, by the two college frat who've departed with Demont and Tristan and at this moment was ready to take to the pavement again.
Where they came in, the three stand outside on the sidewalk, Nolan and Hewy learning, "My name's Eamon Kiley," he very courteously extends his hand to the two.
Smiling, when Eamon shakes Nolan's hand, he deduces, "I suppose that accounts for the red hair?"
Even though it was nighttime, Hewy had observed earlier, "And the green eyes?"
"Both I suppose."
As they walked to the car, Nolan starts in, "So what's your story, Eamon?"
It was long, lasting all the way to the car, in the car on the drive home, Nolan's home and they sat there to hear Eamon tell, after leaving Boston, after his parents had been killed, left him with more debt than he could handle, the only son of a working class family, "I figured I would make a clean break of it and start a new life." He sheepishly jokes, "Some new life, huh? Giving a hot guy a blow job!"
It was meant for light laughter, which Hewy remarks, "Some blowjob too! You're good, you know it?"
Eamon replies, "About the only thing I'm good at!"
However, with yawns filling the car, Nolan makes it known, "We happen to have a few empty rooms, if you don't have a place to stay tonight?"
Eamon liked the `price' of lodging for the night, so took Nolan up on the offer!
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At first the pilots were scared shit, scrambling to turn the plane around, on strong request from American Air Force jets, first tagging along, then visible in the sky.
It play in with Tony and Tom's plan, which amounted to their only objective, to surprise Jaco and Hans. With a sharp left turning, it sent Hans and Jaco reeling west, Jaco first falling against some luggage, Hans' cock ripped from James throat, as he slams into Jaco.
Tony and Tom had grabbed for overhead straps and hung on like a subway train heading into a curve. Once, Tom made a move to go to James, splayed out on the floor, Tony grabbing him around the waist. It's one of the times Tom found out how about Tony's endurance and strength, cautioning, "Not now. He's alright where he is."
True to Tony's calling, when things had settled, James still lay flat out on the floor.
As for Jaco, his head had slammed against something hard, knocking him out. The two still had Hans to deal with.
Two against one, Hans wimps out, "I swear... It wasn't my idea... It was all Jaco's doing!"
Tony allowed Tom to take Hans on, knowing he was somewhere between livid and pissed, "Why do I find that so fuckin' difficult to believe Hans, considering your pubes were up to my brother's nose and your cock buried in his throat?"
Tony addressing James' condition, he watched Tom's interactions with Hans. At first he thought his twenty-three year old lover unmatched for the tall, blond German, but then grew confident, because of Hans' surrendering attitude.
"Um, I..."
He drew a smile across his lips, after finding James' injuries not life-threatening, watching him back the tall German into a corner, "Y'know," Tom says, finding he can relax his defense, casually crossing arms over his middle, "A man once said, if you do to a man something, he's obligated for payback."
Tony asks, "Who said that?"
Both their eyebrows raise, hearing Hans' reply, "Jesus, I think?"
"Good!" Tom remarks. "You're a religious man Hans. Only more reason for payback, like getting on your knees and thanking Tony and me for not letting you do some skydiving without a parachute?"
Tony couldn't believe it, Tom controlling the situation without lifting a finger, or raising a fist.
Not thinking Tom would probably do it, Hans still plays along, "No parachute?"
"Nope," Tom replies, "your sorry ass would hit the pavement like a," he sticks his tongue out and makes a farting sound, "watermelon dropped from the Eiffel Tower."
Over confident now, because more than once he's observed Hans glance from Tom talking, to between his legs, "I doubt there would be very much left to that watermelon."
It's like Hans totally ignored Tony, but Tony also witnesses Hans, going from the shock of the plane turning, losing his erection, to it firming up upon the spoken conversation, him saying, "If I were you," which Tony wishes he were Hans, says to him, "I would do as I were told, Hans!"
"I got a better idea," Tom says.
"Oh shit!" Tony shouts out, seeing Tom do some kind of unorthodox karate move and slam Hans right between the legs with his toe. "Well there goes his erection!"
"I bet," Tom replies, watching Hans writhe on the floor. "And this is for my brother!"
Hans howled once more, Tony replying, "Oh shit Tom!"
Tom felt no regret bringing his foot up, crashing his heel down onto Hans' nuts, brushing his hands together, reveling in his deed well done. Walking over to Tony, sitting on the floor, James' head cradled in the triangle of Tony's legs and lap, "Is he gonna make it?"
"He might, but I don't know if I am!"
"Get serious," Tom says.
It's then Tom sees his brother's lips gently curl up. "Are you fakin' it bro?"
His eyes coming slowly open, James replies, "I hardly think so," he sputters out. "My balls are killing me and I've like got this `really' bad sore throat," he coughs.
Looking back to Hans, passed out on the floor, his cock still semi-rigid, Tom says, "Oh really? He doesn't look that menacing?"
"Trust me," James replies, "it's a whole different ball game when it's down a guy's throat!"
Tony puts his two cents in, "Or up a guy's ass?" Tony broadens his smile, changing his glance from Tom, into James' face, saying, "Feels good."
"Right guys," Tom replies with a smirk, reflecting on Tony's hand adding some medicinal quality to James' cock!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
`CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.