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CoMPany payLoaD 08
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It wasn't funny, to Nolan, but Hector giggled like a kid being tickled. Reason for each showing their true side, Hector's hand held the handle of a flogger, him gently running the leather fronds over Nolan's cock. On the return swipe he lightly slapped the flogger against the underside of Nolan's cock.
Making a statement, Nolan again breaks the rules, saying, "I think that's enough `ball torture'," he assumed it was called, hearing Georg make mention.
Again, the `kid-giggle', Hector feeling a devil-dictated thought come over him. Then it went far beyond constraint, him lowering the flogger and lifting it fast!
"Ak-k-k-k-k-oh-shit-Hector! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Again, his loud, boisterous voice carried, drawing Georg back over, "It would be such a pleasure if you allowed me to break this boy in?"
"Thanks Georg," Hector was courteous to his fellow dominant, "but I think I have things under control."
Nolan was silent, trusting Hector instead of getting any ideas about wandering off and leaving him at the mercy of `Master Georg'.
"Just the same, when you're done, I'd like a crack at those balls?"
"Maybe next time Georg."
Foremost in Nolan's mind, was `fat chance', after seeing the action about him. He wondered how Georg's willing victim could put up with weights attached to a collar around his balls, stretched to where they looked like they were going to tear away from the rest of his anatomy and wind up on the floor! When Georg walks off, finishes looking back several times, he says, "Whew! That was a close one!"
"Told you Nolan. You're safe with...."
"Huh?" Nolan questions, Hector suddenly veering his attention to his right side, staring across the way.
"Oh my fuckin'..." Hector exclaims, walking a slight foot or two to Nolan's outstretched bod.
Seeing Hector's attention drawn to someone else's action, Nolan whistles, yells, "Hey Hector. Snap out of it!"
"One moment," Hector replies, walking off.
"Hector, get back here!" Nolan demands. Then he started getting real worried after Georg dropped another weight from the low-hanging balls and looked over to him. "Don't get any fuckin' ideas," Nolan said more to himself, because the distance was way beyond even shouting distance, at least with all the yelling, screaming, moaning, groaning and other `noises'.
Then it became a pingpong match, Nolan trying to get Hector's attention, vs fending off Georg, even though it was more in thought than words.
Another wise decision, Nolan figured if he pay Georg no mind, it would keep him distant. Too, he was curious what was drawing Hector away. "Figures," Nolan says mainly to himself, seeing Hector get his hands all over some chubby, hairy dude, spread out in eagle fashion, cuffs at the wrists and ankles, much like himself.
"Ready for a real good working over?"
"Huh?" Nolan asks, struck with fear as Georg stood there. Of course his attention was keyed in on the same thing which allowed Georg to attach weights to his victim's balls, black leather `collar' and three hanging chains. "You get away from me with that!" Nolan was left, jaw dropped open, after Georg moved in on Hector's action, grabbing both balls in one hand and giving a twist.
"Oh yeah.... sing for me boy... sing!" Georg laughed, seeing Nolan in such pain.
But the last laugh was on Georg when he felt a hand punch him in the back, thrust him forward, his face winding up where his hand had tortured Nolan!
"Lay the fuck off my property, Georg!" The message rang loud and clear.
Nolan expected it to be Hector, but it wasn't Hector's tone of voice. After lifting his head to face forward, from it dropped back, trying to erase some of the pain, Nolan exclaims, "Geoff Sahin?"
"Hello Nolan," Geoff replies.
Short-lived was their casual conversation, Geoff going after Georg with a passion for harm. He thought Hector had said Georg was the `king of the dungeon' in oh so many words, but Geoff didn't treat him as such. Grabbing up both Georg's arms, at the wrists, Geoff held them at length behind Georg's back.
"Messing with somebody else's property without permission Georg? I'll teach you!"
Too much in pain to try to refute Geoff's opinions, Nolan was astounded at how Geoff ground Georg's face into his pubes.
"Suck'm, Georg!"
"Fuck you!" Georg managed to shout back.
By this time many had gathered to watch Geoff put Georg to shame. How Nolan was shocked to see the power in Geoff's arms, his shoulders, watching him with one single hand overpower Georg, holding both the German's wrists with one hand. Reaching next to him, a dom holding a length of rope, he asks cordially, "Mind if I borrow that?" `No' was not an option, Geoff taking it and binding it around Georg's wrists. "I've wanted to do this for the longest time!"
Nolan kept on dividing his attention between Geoff and Georg. Of course he rooted for his `knight in shining armor', but also was not immune to Georg, his face brushing up against his cock and balls. In no time, out of want, he was badgering, "Yeah Georg! Suck me!"
After this going on for minutes, Georg not submitting over even Geoff's stringent amount of forcing, he gave up, Geoff allowing Georg to go free.
Having met Geoff only once, Nolan began to draw up comparisons and contradictions. First time meeting Geoff, at his bakery, he was humble, kind, a man who commanded himself like he ran his business, in a way which would make the customer keep coming back, based not only on how good his product tasted, but Geoff's taste in manners. In particular, Nolan was sold on hot looks and bod to match!
Now, this was a different atmosphere, where a man could act out, be somebody he always wished he could be, as explained earlier by Hector. Seeing Geoff, his wide shoulders filling out the harness, shiny metal against the arab's dark brown fleecy chest and stomach, chaps sticking to his physique and the prominent bulge to top it all off, he would never have guessed this to be the `same Geoff Sahin'.
Just in time, his thoughts ended, watching Geoff release Georg, sending him flying forwards, right between Nolan's legs.
"Holy geesh Geoff!"
Somebody says, "You better watch your back, Geoff."
Apparently it wasn't only Nolan wondering why a mild-mannered man broke out of his own mold to cause such a commotion.
With a slight cringe of a smile on his lips, Geoff walks up to Nolan, coming about the height of his collarbones, saying, "Hector put me in charge of you and I could not possibly allow some piece of scum tarnish my reputation now, could I?"
"Hector? You mean it was `you' over there in... I guess it was you, Geoff!" Nolan realizes, as he pictured close up, the muscle-man, in his leather get up.
Running his hands up and down Nolan's lightly haired legs, he returns, "I have a confession to make?" He looked straight into Nolan's eyes.
According to what has happened thus far in his dungeon experience, Nolan says of it, "Hey, what other surprises are in store for me tonight?"
His eyes were glued on Nolan, but one hand had slid up the thigh, crossed over and took to handling Nolan's balls, "I hope these are not damaged?"
Ready to answer, Nolan suddenly melted, Geoff taking his sacks, licking them, putting one in his mouth and tongue-massaging it. "Oh-h-h-h-h!" he had reason to drop his head back.
Backing his head up, Geoff allowed the sac in his mouth to gently flow out.
It then dawned on Nolan, "Hey, are you allowed to do that Geoff?"
Knowing, him being a dominant top, stooped to tongue-suck Nolan's balls, he replies, "I'm in command. I can do whatever I want!"
"By all means then. Don't let me stop ya!"
However, Geoff was done with the sweet niceties, "I'm glad you agree."
Mixed up, Nolan replies, "I meant about getting sweet on my balls!"
Totally steering away from it, Geoff asks, "Tell me, where did you and Hector leave off?"
Never mind that, Nolan rationalizing, "Hey, this is my first time Geoff. You gotta take it easy, you know?"
He was a little worried. The whippy thing Hector left behind was now in Geoff's hand. Yet, even though he commanded himself in a menacing way, Nolan had the inclination he would be fair.
It did feel good, Geoff bringing the flogger up and gently flicking it over his cock and balls, but it wasn't to be the case for the entire evening!
Several bondage tables down the row, Demont and Skip had to team up, the place being a bit crowded.
Demont had to laugh, seeing the two, Aaron and Corin, hands bound together, standing on bare tippy-toes, their balls bound in one unit with a single leather strand. What was so comical to him, was Corin still rebuking the treatment, but Aaron, a man after his own heart, feeling the fire of sweet ball torture.
Skip complains, "Oh fuck! I knew I should've picked him," he meant Aaron.
"Don't be a sore loser," Demont replied.
Since they were sharing a booth, Demont saw fit why they should not share boys. Too, Skip had inquired about after the night was over, what would keep Corin from running to the cops yelling `rape and torture'.
Demont wasn't headed up the corporate ladder in the security department without credentials. He had already devised a plan for Corin keeping his mouth shut about his involvement in the fantasy play at `The Chasm', "Wouldn't it be a pity if a video of Corin sucking you and me ever went viral on the internet?" Acting like he really cared, "Think of his poor mother at home in Ireland, what the poor dear would think of her poor boy with black cock stuffed halfway down his throat!"
Getting the gist of it, Skip replies, "With white cock up his ass?"
"That's what I've always liked about you Skip... smart as a whip!"
"Speaking of which, while you entertain my boy, how about I warm your boy's back up?"
Already Skip went for the flogger hanging at his side. He didn't step into the action right away, instead leading Aaron over to the stocks. Opening one end, he made Aaron, without too much rebellion, place his wrists and neck in the rounded out slots. Closing it, totally limited Aaron's movement, except for shimmying his hips about, paramount to Skip's next move.
"What're you gonna do?" Aaron asked, strictly for effect. He knew what was about to transpire.
Figuring so, Skip entertained him, "Told ya. Gonna paint some stripes on your back!" He laughed.
Knowing Skip was going beyond a friendly backlashing, he braced himself upon feeling cock at his ass door!
Meanwhile, back at Nolan's ranch, "Ow Geoff! That hurt!"
Geoff just smiled, saying, "Oh really? I am so, so sorry Nolan!" He gave Nolan's cock a stroke and a half. "Did I really hurt you bad?"
The pain of having the flogger thrash the barrel of his cock, with the sweet manner in which Geoff was mixing the pleasure with the lingering sting, made the issue confusing.
Sarcastically Nolan remarks, "Not now you're not!"
Geoff says, adding a few more cock-strokes, "I know Hector said he uses `safewords'. I hope you don't mind that I don't?"
Suddenly his hand dropped, cutting off the sweet ministrations.
"What?" Nolan took on the form of horror, his face showing it, pale as if seeing a ghost.
Smiling, Geoff replies as he walks to the side of Nolan, steps up on one of the foot plateaus and reaches up to Nolan's head. "But already I think we've established a sense of trust?"
`Sense of trust,' if stroking his cock was it, he wasn't feeling it. Then, before applying the ball gag to his mouth, he did something which made Nolan change his mind, kissed him!
For the rest of the night Geoff kept his word. Being an experienced dominant top, he mastered steps chosen to hurt and heal, sometimes doing something which would cause pain, but always followed it up with some soft massaging or baby kisses, working back and forth between Nolan's nips.
Nolan gave him indication he was accepting of his treatment, showing no contradiction when Geoff moved him from x-scaffolding to a bondage table. After an initial moan of pain, Geoff tweaking up Nolan's nips, he mellowed out, his torturer returning to pleasantry, his thumbs massaging Nolan's pec spots.
Around midnight, when things began winding down, Nolan was shocked to see Georg approach. A guy with him, Geoff suddenly tensed up, only to relax. It was Antonio, general manager of The Chasm'. Reason for his relaxed manner, first time Geoff came to play' at the dungeon, the two hit off, finding a liking for each other. Too, Antonio was a baker, Geoff asking him to stop by his bakery sometime. One thing had led to another and soon after Antonio's arrival, Geoff was baking his cook in Antonio's `oven'!
"Seems Georg here has brought to my attention...."
Georg jumps in, "Damn near almost cracked my head open too!"
Standing there at six-foot-three, the muscle bear cautioned, "If you don't keep your damn mouth shut Georg and let me handle it, I'll have no other recourse than to have you forfeit!"
"Forfeit?" Geoff questioned.
In his mind, because the ball gag was still stuffed between his molars, Nolan thought the same.
"Geoff," the twenty-eight year old manager places a hand on Geoff's shoulder, much like a father getting ready to delve out advice, "you haven't been here as long as Georg, but if any man files a grievance then I have no recourse other than to follow through with `the challenge'."
"Challenge?" Geoff questions.
Hector steps in the ring, "Unless you don't come to `The Chasm' anymore, you have to accept the challenge."
Staring into Geoff's eyes, with sincere conviction, Antonio says, "As much as I like having you participate Geoff, if you refuse the challenge than I'll have to ask you to leave and terminate your membership pass."
Rubbing his hands together, Georg's eyes and mind are on Nolan, strapped down to the bondage table and gagged, "Then he'll be all mine to play with!"
If Geoff were to leave, Hector would step in, but glancing to Nolan, Geoff immediately accepts, "What's the challenge?"
Even though Georg brought the complaint against Geoff, Antonio states, "It's your choosing, Geoff."
Hector puts his two cents in, "It's only fair you pick, Geoff. At least that's the way it goes."
Things didn't seem so dire, Geoff standing there, elbow pivoted on his left hand, him rubbing his five o'clock shadow, even though it was hours past the time. "Challenge is it?"
Nobody knew, would probably never have guessed the motives behind Geoff's dominant status. A friend had gotten him into BDSM and nurtured him in the practice of it. Part of his training would be to endure, get an idea of what a guy could take, limits stretched beyond the mind. Thinking back on the training, Geoff smiled, thinking one area he excelled in, too, one he sensed Georg would probably end up hating, "Ball tug of war!"
True to Geoff's thinking, Georg protests, "No way!" Last time he challenged a guy it was a wrestling match. He figured right along these lines, but continued heckling, "Its supposed to be something like wrestling," he tried to sway Antonio's opinion on the matter.
Smiling because he was getting a kick out of Georg's panic, Antonio replies, "Oh but that's not the way it goes. No, if Geoff wants ball torture, then it's of his choosing."
Again, put on the spot, not by Geoff, but by his own backing out, Georg is `forced' into the challenge.
Antonio says, "Unless you wish to forfeit `your' membership pass Georg?"
The thirty-four year old stood there thinking, but not inclined to let the minutes pass by him, lest Antonio figuring he was giving in. Running through his mind were immediate flashbacks, those of the high school seniors, college boys, older men, whomever could stand the harsh treatment Georg could dish out and `thank him' for the great time they had. Where else could he have fun in the evenings, working over a no-limits dude, plus have at his disposal so many implements of cock and ball play? "You're on!" Georg said in a deliberate manner. However, as he stripped out of his leather duds, he knew he was sweating it. Sure, his favorite sadistic play had been with a guy's balls, but as for himself, he had reason to sweat it.
After departing of his own leather ensemble, Geoff wandered over to the table and removed the ball gag from Nolan's mouth.
"You don't have to do this Geoff," he informs his friend.
"What? And have my membership priveledges revoked?"
Smiling, taking it to heart, Nolan replies, "You could always play with me?"
It was left unsaid, but after Geoff had kissed Nolan the first time he was sure the first time he lay eyes on the baker it hit him, his infatuation for the hot man.
"And oh," Antonio returns, the hand tagging Geoff on the shoulder, "I think you should know this, if you should happen to lose, you forfeit your boy to Georg for the rest of the night."
His tune changed, Nolan saying with horror, "You better fuckin' have balls of steel, Geoff!"
However, like Nolan, nobody knew about Geoff's past lifestyle, his tutoring in the art of torture by mutual consent. "No sweat. Trust me," Geoff replies, smiling, then bringing his smile to Nolan's lips.
"I really do Geoff," with that 1% of doubt, "but just the same can you loosen me up a little?" he tugged at his arms, leather cuffs attached to hooks embedded in the bondage table.
"Trust me," Geoff replied, walking over to the center of the room.
"No contest!" Georg assured Geoff, bright smile on his lips as Antonio applied a lasso of leather lace to Georg's balls.
"Nice balls!" Hector says of Geoff, fondling them more than need be to loop the big boilermakers.
"Thanks," Geoff replies.
The two men stood there face to face, a slack of leather between them, one end fastened to Georg's balls, the other around Geoff's gathered sacs.
"On the count of three," Antonio announces.
However, two seconds before he called `three', Georg twirled himself about, till the length of rope draped around his upper thighs.
Smart move, because as the length of slack tightened, it immediately tugged at Geoff's balls. Too, because the leather lacing was gnawing on Georg's thighs, his balls didn't suffer the same fate.
"Ak-k-k-k-k!" Geoff winced at the surprise move. He looked to Antonio to perhaps call an infraction, but the manager just shrugged his shoulders.
To everyone's amazement, Geoff quickly recovered, placing his hands behind his head, flashing his dark, hairy. Backing up, taking up the slack in his own direction, he continues step-by-step, tearing at his own balls. One very important, if not the foremost reason for wanting to win, was the man lying on the bondage table!
Georg's eyes were as white as saucers, watching the abuse Geoff's tortured balls endured. So much so, he lost track of his footing, stepping on his on toe and not only unraveling like a yoyo, but lost balance. "Oh-h-h-h-fuckin'-shit!" he cried out, falling forwards.
Geoff stood there smiling.
Even though Georg stuck his hands out to cushion his fall so his chin would not strike the cement surface, his bloated balls suffered the racking pain of being bashed against the cold flooring. He let out a loud, "Oh-h-h-h!" the deadening pain a guy gets when his balls are smashed between his bod and the floor.
Geoff didn't stop there though. Telling Antonio, "Here. Hold this," he turned the middle of the leather over to the `referee'.
In doing so, Geoff moving closer to Georg created a mock-shift pulley. Things really fell in his favor for his plan, Georg turning over on his back. "Oh sweet!" Geoff rubbed his hands together as he climbed a step up and stood on Georg's chest and stomach, grinding the heel of one foot into his opponent's worked abs. To make matters worse for Georg, he yells out, "Want to step back a few feet Antonio?"
Nobody had ever seen anything like this, yet it was not a first for Geoff, having it been a part of training years while still at cooking school.
"This good?" Antonio asks, seeing Geoff's balls stretch away from his bod.
Nolan couldn't believe what he was seeing, Geoff not flinching or seemingly feeling the effects of having his sacs stretched. As for Georg, he found himself smiling at the German's misery!
"Give up yet George?"
Answering with profanity, Geoff used his hand to gesture Antonio into shooing him farther away from them.
He was ready to cheer Geoff on, but Nolan then figured him in a meditative mood, his hands once again behind his head, eyes closed and not even voicing opinion of Antonio's backing up.
On the other hand, Georg was a mess of pain and suffering. "No-o-o-o-o... No.... No more!"
"Your call Geoff," Antonio shouts.
Nolan at first thought as other did, Geoff giving the call, but amazed when Geoff cracked a smile on his lips.
As Georg wailed in pain, Geoff affirmed his stance, his heel again digging into Georg's solar plexus.
Getting a little worried, since both men's balls were quite a length from the rest of their pubes, Antonio badgers, "I said, `your call Geoff'!"
"You give Georg?" Geoff asks, looking down upon the man, his eyes staring behind himself.
"I give! I give!" The tormented soul replied.
With extra effort, Geoff releases Georg, but not before giving him a deep gut-punch with his foot.
"What a pro!" Is all Nolan could think, watching Geoff leap off Georg's bod and jog over to where Antonio stood.
"Good show Geoff. If you don't mind me asking, where'd you learn to take ball torture like that?" Antonio grills him.
His answer was the same as he heard from his instructor, "Pain is in the mind," Geoff directs two fingers to his head for reinforcement of the issue, "as far the physical," he loosens up the reins on his balls himself, "oo-o-o-oh that feels good! It's after the effects have worn off is what we have to be concerned with."
Antonio didn't quite get it, as with Hector, the two speaking away in their native spanish.
As for Nolan, he thought it quite profound, thinking of Geoff at the moment in which the apex of the ball torture was enacted. Geoff reporting to him, Nolan says, "If you need some sweet soothing tonight, I'm up for it!"
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