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 07 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Nice enough place," Nolan thought, strolling into the bar. His real thoughts were, `kind of a dumpy atmosphere', rundown and not exactly the clientele he fratted with during the course of business. He knew he was out of place, all dudded up in his spiffy tie and suit attire, while patrons more dressed in their street clothes, or worse!
Leading the way, Hector cut right through the crowd to the bar, most greeting him.
Nolan felt like a stranger.
Finally making his way to the bar, a rough looking character divides the crowd until the mahogany wood of the counter can be seen, "Hey Hector!" he greets him with a hug.
Over Hector's shoulders, where the dude was supposed to be greeting his bud, Nolan sensed his actions were more to get a look at him, assess the bod, since he was well hidden by his employee.
"The `suit' with you?" He asks.
Nolan had a grip on it, noticing Hector's personality seem to change, possibly brought on by the atmosphere of the joint.
"Yup," he replied with a swagger, stealing some his buds ale, "meet my `boy' for the evening, uh," he thought on it a second, replying, "Jason Black."
`Jason? Black?' Nolan exclaimed in silence, saying the words with more emphasis than needed. However, when Hector's friend turned to him, he switched his perplexity to a quaint smile, then stood there thirsty, taking in the conversation.
The norm when Hector accompanied a guy into `The Chasm', this particular friend had a habit to reach out and, "What's he packin'?"
"Ex-`cuse' me?" Nolan forcefully grabbed the man's hand as he lightly groped at his zipper.
"What the fuck is this?" he turns to Hector.
Dropping his arm, Nolan now stood there like a private at ease, his hands, instead of behind his back, in front of his back, guarding his valuables. His face was blank while he allowed Hector to cover for him.
"You'll have to pardon Jason here, Skip, he's new to all this."
Cracking half a smile, `Jason' figured this was as close as he was going to get to a formal introduction of Skip. Too, not knowing much about the gay bar, nor the guys who frequented it, he says, "Skip, didn't your momma ever tell you, you should keep your hands to yourself?"
It infuriated Skip in a nice way, him voicing his opinion, not to Nolan, but Hector, "You takin' him downstairs to play?" `Now' he gave Nolan the once over again, to indicate he was singling out Hector's friend.
Replying, Hector says, "Of course. That's why we're here." Not meant to betray Nolan, he says, "Jason is here for his first dungeon experience."
Searching for more details, some perhaps which would be in his favor, he pushed for more info, "Oh? What did you have in mind?" No one could tell Skip's balls churned with desire.
"Since it's `Jason's' first time, I'm starting out light, probably fasten him to frame and then I'll decide how to deal with him when the time comes."
Oh did Skip love that answer. Now that he knew `Jason' was here as a submissive bottom, sometime during the night he would leave his subject of torment and visit Hector at his cubicle, which amounted to a bondage table separating the different areas of sadistic and masochistic pleasures.
"Who are you with?" Hector asks.
With disappointment, Skip replies, "I don't rightly know. Demont says he's bringing two boys here and..."
"Demont?" Nolan makes the connection. "He comes here?"
Skip's face lit up. Anyone who knew Demont, was into some rough play, him saying, "Like it rough do ya?"
Hector didn't get a chance to say, Nolan either, Demont making his appearance.
Nolan did say, "Daymn, that's not who I think it is?"
Skip had different words, "Oh fuckin' shit!"
Demont pushed his way through the crowd. Anyone would wonder what people thought in the street, Demont tugging along two men, stripped down to a skinny g-string, collared at the neck, a doggie chain attached to a sturdy ring, bound to the leather. Hands cuffed behind their backs with leather `cufflinks', they could neither move, except to walk, and were bound speechless. Nearing the bar with the two leashes in his hand, Demont says, "Oh hi there Nolan, Hector," then without further ado, "Take your pick Skip."
Aaron more gave in than Corin, who pulled and taunted at his bindings, obviously disagreeing with his treatment.
However this acted against him, Skip grabbing the chain attached to his collar, "Oh fuck how I'm in the mood tonight to break a hot sub!"
From there on, Corin had no choice other than following or be strangled to death, pulled towards a side door.
Nolan says, "I have a feeling Corin is going to have more than a headache in the morning!" He wasn't concerned. If Hector used safewords', then everybody did. Nolan did a quick gaze to where Corin suddenly disappeared, in tow, thinking, Yikes! What if he doesn't?'
Demont, speaking for both of Harrellsson's employees, "Don't expect either one at work tomorrow!"
He didn't say much else, hauling Aaron towards the same door Skip went through. Contrary to Corin, once Aaron picked up on the rhythm of Demont's steps, he followed without resistance.
"A short cry from Aaron's attitude he showed this morning with Doug," Nolan says of it.
"You ready?" Hector slams Skip's empty mug on the bar counter.
"No," Nolan replies.
"You're not wimping out on me are you?"
Nolan says, "If I have a choice, `yes'!"
Smirking at him, Hector replies, "You're disappointing me Jason."
"Yeah and what's this `Jason' stuff?"
"Code," Hector replies, "for when one of the guys meets you on the street. Of course you will act like you don't know the guy and whomever you are with, will think it's a misunderstanding. Unless you would rather have some guy like Skip walk up to and say, `I had a great time with you in the dungeon last night!' Of course he won't know your real name, because I used a fake one!"
Thinking he had it all in the bag, Nolan informs him, "Only one problem. Demont called me `Nolan' and I doubt a smart bunny like Skip didn't pick up on it?"
"Oh," is all Hector said, then made excuse for himself, "well just pretend you don't know him!"
Grabbing Nolan's suit jacket sleeve, he started moving to the door to another world.
At first Nolan hesitated. Then it became a tug of war, but slowly he gave in, his curiosity lending to his decision to move on.
The dungeon wasn't right behind the door, rather a room for collecting clothing.
"Leave everything here."
Nolan asks, "Is it safe?" concerned with leaving his wallet, cell and his five hundred dollar suit.
"Here's your number," Hector gave him a stub. Then, to get Nolan into the groove, "and strip!"
"Getting a little persnickety are we?"
"Whatever that means," Hector replies, "Yes!"
He stood there a minute, with the clerk waiting as much as Hector. Though Hector had begun right away, like it was nothing at all, to get out of his street clothes.
"Well boy?"
Nolan smiled. `Boy', he thought. He knew the correct response, Hector having clued him into fantasy scene in a sketchy detail, "Yes, sir!" He saluted.
"First time?" the desk clerk asks, rolling his eyes, obviously!
"Yep!" Nolan lightened up to the situation, perhaps mind and crotch driving him on, Nolan shucked the jacket, took the lasso from around the collar and started to unbutton his dress shirt.
Hector tells Nolan, "This is Louis. If he likes you he will accept a fuck in lieu of a monetary tip."
He thought Louis looked decent, but he didn't turn Nolan on, but he was cordial, "Oh really?" Deep down inside he wasn't churning up any cream, not for the clerk in his late thirties, but rather the anticipation of the experience which lay ahead.
When Nolan got down to the nitty gritty, peeling his BOSS briefs from his loins, Louis had already made up his mind, "You can forget the money!" He laughed, "Tee-hee-hee-hee."
However Nolan had already made up his mind, of course based on the outcome of his evening, he was leaving loose bills.
Before they departed the `changing room', stuffing both their articles of clothing in a rectangular bin, Hector asks, "Louis, you have a large on hand?"
Large?' Nolan questioned, but only for his own benefit, because he knew it would be forthcoming, whatever it' was!
"Depends on what you're looking for?"
"The usual," Hector replied, but then looking to Nolan, "except a holder for a flogger?"
Nolan asks, demonstrating with one hand, "Is that one of those whippy thingees?"
Answering his way, Hector says, "You're gonna love it when I give you a good back massage!"
Not sure of this development, Nolan lost a few breaths as Hector and Louis laughed it off!
Reaching behind him, he put his hand on the knob, still timing a getaway, giving it a turn. Instead of him opening it, some other partiers entered, which pushed Nolan away from the door. Forgetting the whippy thing for a minute, he gazed on the `master' and his bounty. Immediately his eyes shot down to the unusual apparatus attached to the guy's cock, metal with little opening. He happened to say, "Um, what happens if he has to take a leak?"
Bound in chains, much like Aaron and Corin, the sub-dude didn't look up and neither did the dominant character pay attention to Nolan, turning to Hector for light chat.
He clears his throat and in a more elevated tone, "Excuse me there, I guess you didn't hear me but..."
"This your fuckin' rude boy?" he gruffly addressed, not Nolan, but Hector.
"I apologize for his conduct Georg," pronouced `gay-org', "This is his first night," Hector humbly says.
Looking Nolan up and down like he's a piece of shit, Georg responds, "Hmm, well just make sure he's properly disciplined."
With that, Georg hauled his `property' away.
"Properly disciplined?" Nolan questioned, "Like how does that go?"
"Well since you went and opened your big, fat mouth, no less in the manner in which you did, to one of the, if not most popular masters of the dungeon," spoken illustriously, "you've left me no choice other than carry out the sentence."
"Sentence?" Nolan replies. "You make it sound like a prison!"
"It's corporal punishment," Hector replies as he pulls his chaps up and adjusts the codpiece. Seeing the look of horror on Nolan's face, he assures him, "Don't worry. I'll go lightly on you, being your first time. I'll cut your punishment down to fifty lashes."
As they started through another door, Nolan mouths silently, `Fifty lashes?', then says, "Not with the whippy thing?"
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"I like this place," Doug says of the five star establishment.
Denis replies, "Adam and I come here all the time."
Doug wondered account of, as they were led to their table, Adam was greeted by no less than five people.
"Got one question," Doug asks, again pressing his glasses up on his nose.
"Shoot," Adam replies.
"How come they don't have any prices on the menu? The food's not free, is it?"
Denis let his brother handle all the details, "Don't worry about the prices, Doug. Look through the menu and pick out whatever you would like to have."
Pawing through the multi-paged menu, he asks, "Where's the burger and fries section?"
Adam looked to his brother for guidance and Denis, like Doug, eighteen, pit friend against brother, replying, "I love french fries too, with a lot of ketchup?"
Smirking, Adam replies, "If I'd known, I would have taken you two to the burger farm down the street!"
The two teens, smiling, wondered what course Adam was going to take, the waiter standing right at Denis' brother's side.
He saw the black regulation pants at his side, but when Adam traveled up the length of the waiter's outfit, he suddenly forgot about the burger, fries and condiment, "Mathius van Helder! Where in the hell have you been?" Quickly shutting up, Adam mouthed a few sorries here and there among the crowded tables, in apology for raising his voice, profanity attached. "So?" he returned to the waiter.
"Are you going to just there or welcome me back?"
Shamed for the second time, a move on his part, Adam stood, the two caressing for a short, friendly embrace. Whispering in Mathius' ear, he asks, "So where have you been?"
"Missed me?" Then Mathius, seeing Adam grow impatient, "I had to take a little trip back to Germany. My father... he passed away a month ago, you know?"
"I remember," Adam replied.
How could he not, taking Mathius into his home, his bed, in consolation, before he took off for the homeland.
"I had to travel back for the will, for the dividing up of his estate."
Denis and Adam sat there patiently, but their stomachs were getting `burger-hungry' by the second!
"Not to be nosy, but how did you make out?" Adam says.
"Busy?" the head waiter came over, not really curious, but a hint for Mathius to `get busy'.
"Uh sure," Mathius replied. Lying, he told the man, closest thing to his boss, because he knew Montgomery could be a real pain in the ass if you rubbed him the wrong way. Often, even though he minded his P's & Q's, Mathius envisioned rubbing' Montgomery the wrong way', but pictured how awesome it would to pry open his ass cheeks! "I'm waiting for an order from the boys."
Doug smiled. Mathius couldn't be much older then they, probably very close to Adam, being early twenty-something. Taking the upper command, he says, "I'll have the," his finger follows a French grouping of words, "Lasagna! I know that word and I didn't even know it was French!"
For his the benefit of Montgomery, standing right there next to him, he puts on his finest, polished French and repeats, "The Lasagne Maison Cuite au Four? Master Denis?"
Denis always thought it funny, when he and Adam came here years ago, when he was in his tweens and Mathius called him `master'. Now it was the norm, him replying, "The same!" He slammed the booklet shut with a little clap.
Mathius skips to Adam, "This brings us to you, sir?"
Even today, the calling was as fresh as it were yesterday, Adam smiling at Mathius calling him `sir', because when they slept together, which was as often as once, twice or three times a month, it was Mathius who was the dominant one in bed! "I think I will settle for the lamb."
"The Cotes d'Agneau grillees aux herbes de Provence," Adam replies.
"Got it!" Mathius scribbles it down with his left hand.
At this point, Montgomery tired of standing there, huffing as he took his leave, seeing nothing worth reporting back to the upper management.
"What a pest!" Doug says.
Speaking `normal' now, without the pompous attitude, Mathius says, "Montgomery better watch it. You never know when the tables could be turned!"
Adam could sense something there, but didn't pursue, but rather pay attention to Denis and their guest.
Before leaving, Mathius asks, "Wine to go with the dinner?"
"We'll leave that up to your good judgement," Adam says.
"Very good!" Mathius replies, collecting menus and speeding away.
"Are we having wine too?" Doug asks.
"You're eighteen right, or have am I mistaken about your age?" Adam replies.
"No... I mean I'm eighteen all right. I've just never had wine... I mean regularly. You?" he directs at Denis.
Both brothers knew how alcohol played a part in Denis' misfortune, so Adam let his bro off the hook, "In moderation. We're not drunkards."
From a distance, "I thought that was you, Adam!"
Adam first rolled his eyes as he got up to accept a hug from one of his late father's business associates, breaking into a smile. Just the same, he greeted, "Hi Mr. Waverly. How's it going?"
"Who's he, Denis?" Doug asks in almost a whisper.
"One of my father's big shot friends. Not such a big shot after Adam and I... I'll tell you later."
Having to sit there till the chub' finished telling his life story' to Adam, Doug yawned.
Mathius appeared, putting a faux display, "Mr. Waverly! I didn't see you being seated. How are you this evening?"
Like he did with Adam, Waverly plagued Mathius with kindness, till the waiter announces, "It is so good to see you Mr. Waverly, but I have their first course coming up?"
"Oh sure. Catch you another time," and again they had to hear Waverly bubble over with chipper, nice comments.
They all chuckled when Mathius said, so only they could hear, "Bitch!"
Doug didn't exactly get it, but laughed along.
"Now Mathius," Adam says, "Waverly is just being friendly."
"Yeah," Mathius replies, as he pours Adam a glass of wine, a tiny taste, "a friendly `bitch'!"
They didn't howl with laughter this time, Doug asking Denis, "What did he mean by bitch?"
This made Denis chuckle.
Contrary, it was more than Adam's reaction to the chosen wine which had the two exchanging glances!
"Tell ya later," Denis replies.
"You sure do have a lot of secrets to tell me!"
Adam could hold his liquor.
Denis took, in all, two sips, then changed over to water.
However, not being used to it, the first glass made Doug feel a little tipsy and when Mathius came back to refill, Adam held his hand over the top of Doug's glass, saying "He's had enough."
"How about a seltzer?"
While Adam downed more than half the bottle, Doug and Denis got `drunk' on seltzer, loving the tiny-bubbly taste.
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Descending the stairway, wooden and in some places creaky, over the squeaks of his bare feet, Nolan heard some awfully painful sounds, responding, "Shit! I think I change my mind!"
Hector reached right around Nolan, as he made his getaway upstairs, grabbing his cock, using it as a deterrent to stifle him in his tracks.
"Hector?"
In a whisper, Hector replies, "Remember, it's `Master Hector'."
Then, being sarcastic and speaking rather fast, "`Master Hector, I think I've changed my mind!"
Nolan turned, but spun right back towards Hector, almost losing his balance on the stairs, because Hector still had his hold on his lower anatomical handle.
"Nonsense `Jason'. I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Suddenly you're not trusting me?" Meant to make Nolan feel bad, he adds, "You don't know how it makes me feel to think you don't trust me, plus you know the fool you're going to make out me when I don't show up bringing the hot guy I told everybody I was bringing to the dungeon party?"
"Hot guy?" It immediately went to Nolan's head. Then with dismay, "Who did you tell?"
"Don't worry. Nobody at the office. I meant my dungeon friends?"
"Okay." A short thought on the matter, Nolan says, "But Hector?"
"What?"
He was about to question the trust thing, but didn't want to beat an old subject to death, plus add to Hector's embarrassment, so changed subjects, "You don't have to call me Jason."
"Okay. You're call amigo."
"And Hector?"
"What?"
"Is it totally `necessary' you have to have your hand on my dick?"
By the time they reached the bottom landing, Hector had Nolan convinced, it would show sign of authority and ownership, if Hector led Nolan in, having a `handle' on things.
Not thoroughly understanding this powerplay thing, but probably more distracted by guys hanging here and there, arms to the ceiling, arms out to the side, arms and ankles roped to black, leather covered tables, pieces of wood attached to beams at waist height, heads and hands sticking out, guys bent in half, some with a guy standing behind them, moaning and groaning, and not the least lastly, a dude with stomach up to a post, arms stretching his bod to where his wrists were bound by leather cuffs and Georg, taking a running leap and striking the poor dude against his back with a leather strap.
"Oo-ooh that's gotta hurt!" Nolan winced and voiced opinion.
"Remember," Hector was nice enough, now that no one was listening, to warn, "don't talk unless I tell you you can!"
Nolan replies, "I'll try to remember that and the nine million other things you told me!"
The next cubicle they passed, Nolan passed, he didn't say a word, but didn't find it kinky, but natural to the gay sex scene, some cuffed victim, looking to about college age, a guy at each end, one pumping his ass, the other with his cock buried deep in the guys throat. He smiled, thinking he might enjoy some variation of this `torture'.
Feeling a strain on his pubes, Hector's hand inching them on, Nolan hears announced, "Well, here we are!"
For sure he sensed they had arrived at their destination, Hector losing the grip on his now hard shaft.
Hector's index finger was at his lips, a reminder set forth.
Instead of vocally, Nolan gestured, `What next?'
He led Nolan over to an apparatus, set against the wall, a wooden structure shaped like an `X'.
Neither talked as Hector instructed Nolan to stand up on the fittings for his feet, facing forward. He finally broke silence, "You're gonna have a lot of fun!"
Disobeying rule number one, Nolan says, half joking, "Are you sure of that?"
Quite a distance across the way, Nolan winces, seeing some dom-guy do something to the victim's chest, thinking it might be his nips, the guy affixed to the `X-thingee' howling in pain as he drops his head back. Distance and the domtop in between his view, he didn't pick up on the tortured guy's moans of pleasuring. He knew Hector was tolerating him, this being his first experience, when he asks, "You're not going to do anything to my nips, are you?"
Standing back, gazing at his masterpiece, Nolan stretched out eagle-spread, his cock and balls dangling, Hector cracks an evil smile, "I have you just where I want you Nolan and there's a not a damn thing you can do about it!"
"Hector!" he yelled so loud, they got looks.
Wouldn't you know it, it even drew Georg's attention, him coming over and mentioning to Hector, "I wouldn't take that shit from my slaveboy!"
To appease Georg's appetite for extracting pain, Hector, seeing the strap in the dom's hand, asks, "Hey, you through with that yet?"
"Just finished. Now it's time for some ball torture." Georg left.
Walking away, Hector had a taste of extra saliva in his mouth, wanting to do something to Nolan's big tennis balls, but knew the stuff Georg meant, would make Nolan not want to come back for more fun!
"You're not gonna use that on me, are you?" Nolan asks.
Like buddy-buddy, Hector replies, "I will if you don't shut your fuckin' mouth!"
Nolan formed his lips tightly together to send a message he was complying.
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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.
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