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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 08 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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After the first day at Warrior One, taking mental notes, transferring them to a notepad, Jesse had revamped the program, far as the handicapped people were concerned. Of course, the overwhelming response to the warrior program made Jesse realize it was too much for one person, himself, to handle.
Oz Nolan, originally drafted to work with the handicap's, had more experience surfing, familiar with the warrior setup and since Tommy Tucker was working out well with Jay, by request of Jared, Jesse made the switch. With an offer by Joseph, if he needed any additional backup, Jesse made the call.
Meeting at Warrior One later on, Joseph would bring some prospective people who might work out, according to Jesse's plan.
Jesse, nor no one else would ever dream, when Joseph got the phone call, he had to talk, someone else holding the phone to his ear.
While everyone else was getting acquainted with the surroundings of Warrior One, trainers and trainees, Joseph decided make a call on Jay's caretaker.
Entering Korbeau's, Joseph was on the prowl, just in case there was someone to be met, before he got to Jay's room. Unfortunately, there were only a few nods and smiles, but no one Joseph had met before. Giving up, he headed right for Jay's room, upon which he was met by Eduardo, just after his shower.
"Hi," Joseph greets Eduardo, eyes traveling down the wet chest, stomach, dead-ending at the towel, "I was looking for Jay?" Joseph lied, because he knew Jay was at the warrior facility.
"You're a bad liar. Get in here and strip!"
He wasn't used to being treated in such a way, Joseph caught off guard by Eduardo's hand, grabbing him up in the middle of his tee shirt, "What the fuck?" He play it like a tough son of a bitch, but not immune to falling prey to another hot, rough top...
Loosing the towel, Eduardo feels himself up, "I always feel horny after a shower."
It was a way of feeling out the atmosphere, standing there, looking at Joseph, who had taken to sitting on the bed.
Walking over to the speechless undercover cop, Eduardo says, "Perfect height. All you have to do is open up!" a smile creases, evil desires, locked up in his mind, wanting to come out.
"Well, forget that shit. I don't do guys. Guys do me!"
Misinterpretation or playing it up, for Eduardo, it was only one way, "Open up, bitch," he grabs Joseph's shirt, pulling up on it, which made his head tilt back.
"Yeee-hah!"
There were always those 1% guys, tops', dominants', guys like Joseph himself, who, if they had the look and the disposition, he would give in, give himself totally to and, having played the part of a rough, hungry, dominant top, he knew how the other 99% should behave, "Well, fuck you!"
Giving in and giving up all too easily, Joseph falls out of Eduardo's grip, back hitting the bed, arms splayed out, like a prisoner in surrender.
Smiling, Eduardo says, "I love it when a man plays hard to get. What a shame I don't have my sack of toys with me!"
This was the beginning of how Eduardo and Joseph spent their day. Saying, this not the place, Eduardo followed Joseph's lead and took things over to The Spin Club. Even though the club wasn't open, Joseph had an in and passage to the basement dungeon was no imposition.
Regardless of Joseph's size, height, weight, this kind of size, he allowed Eduardo to butt his bod up against his, with words as the force to repel, "Oh, you would, would you?"
Soon enough, Eduardo had Joseph up against the wall, "Given the chance?"
And how would Eduardo know, other than predetermining how things could work out, handy that Joseph's back rest against the cross section of a bondage frame?
"No way!" Joseph calls out, yet allows Eduardo to loosen the pair of handcuffs hanging from where one of the pieces of his leather harness is attached to the belt.
Smiling, Eduardo facetiously says, "I'm getting a lot of resistance here, Joseph. Maybe I should call out the dungeon police?"
There wasn't any such thing as `dungeon police', Joseph saying about it, "Now, you don't have to go and do that. I'll be good!"
Eduardo was already feeling the joy of manhandling Joseph.
Regarding Joseph's feelings, he already sway towards what was about to happen, thinking of any one man who could top him, the 25-year old man in front of him, `the one!'
With Joseph's hands cuffed above his head, Eduardo had secured them to a hook. Off to the side, a jangling could be heard, but above that sound, is Eduardo's voice, "I haven't had fun like this since my mentor and I hung a guy up in the woods and watched a bear play with him!"
If it seemed funny to Joseph, he would have laughed, but not, "Really? He didn't get..." Joseph gulps, "you know, eaten?"
"Nah. The bear was only interested in licking his balls, swallowing his cock and then..."
Then Joseph gets it, which made it more sensual, "Oh, you don't mean a `real' bear?"
Joseph's arms the height Eduardo likes them, victim dancing on his toes, he again confronts Joseph, hearing snaps coming undone, ripping down the codpiece over Joseph's junk.
"A bit nippy in here," Joseph cackles.
Joking, Eduardo says, "Let me find a blowtorch. I think I can warm things up!"
"Oh no, no, no, don't trouble yourself on my account!"
Not a blowtorch, Eduardo found himself a crop, square patch of leather on the end, matching it up, "Hmm, just the right size for each of your balls."
"Um," Joseph grew nervous. If hands were in front of him and not stretched, flaunting hairy pits, he might have nervously woven fingertips, make like he was washing up, but feeling anxiety, "I like, ain't never had that done to me. How about we skip to something else?"
Now, hand on Joseph's 9.5c, holding the massive shaft up, from his balls, Eduardo massages one of the hairy sacs, "First time for everything. Besides, I'll be gentle," lifting the crop up, "not!"
Joseph took a deep breath, but instead of having to either grit teeth or scream his lungs out, he says, "Not so bad."
Alone, with no one to bother them, the two don't hold back on false pretense, Eduardo bending over, "Still, it looks like you need some first aid!"
At first Joseph looked down, to see what Eduardo was going to do, then felt it, a wet tongue, which made his head tilt back and coo, "I lo-o-o-ove your method of ball torture!"
"What was that, boy?" Eduardo grins, after having tweaked Joseph's left nip.
"Oh-h-h, I mean, I love your method of ball torture, sir, more... more?"
"Of course," Eduardo replies, removing himself from a one foot perimeter, "but there's so much of you, I don't think I can handle you myself!"
The muscle-bear detective hung there, with little to say about what was going to happen to him, watching the door open, two other dudes walking in, until he got some bad vibes, "They look hot, but I'd prefer this between you and me?"
However, a person has a right to be wrong, as Joseph found out, the two, in their 20's, stripping down, Eduardo explaining, "My two friends dropped by today and I had plans tonight, I invited them along. I don't think you'll really mind, Joseph!"
First one to strip out of his tee shirt, stepped out of his shorts and because he wasn't wearing any briefs, made it towards Eduardo first, says, "He looks hot!"
"This is my good pal, Esteban," Eduardo throws the fear into Joseph, freely grabbing up Esteban's junk, "who, when fully stiff, well let's just say he doesn't tickle!"
"Um," Joseph was fearful of how big Esteban's shaft could get, "we agreed on oral only, remember?"
The trio of friends rehearsed hours before, Jose saying, "I have no problem with no fucking, with our cocks."
Making it plain, Joseph converses with the new guys, but gets the message to Eduardo as well, "or anything else artificial?"
Opening a small drawstring bag, Jose removes an object, setting it on the edge of the rack, "It would be a shame to let these go to waste!"
"No way," Joseph says, after seeing the smallest buttplug fall over, picked up, then fall over again.
Allowing the small one tumble away, Esteban says, "I've got it," gives it a lollipop-lick!
"Absolutely not," Joseph says of the second buttplug.
"You didn't bring the giant one, Jose?" Eduardo asks.
"Never leave home without it!" Jose reaches into his goody bag and pulls it out, setting it upright on the rack.
"Okay," Joseph says, "playtime is over. Cut me down."
Saying it, no one moved to release Joseph, but was surprised, when the door opens, "Did I miss anything?"
"Terror!" Joseph's heart to a leap, "I'm so glad to see you!"
More than a hello to Joseph, Chris Terrabold walks over to the rack, picks up the ultra-sized buttplug, saying, "Wow! I've never seen one this big. You Joseph?" he looks past the plug for Joseph's recognition.
"No... I mean yes... I mean, you mind helping me out of these cuffs, Terror?" Joseph hurries his reply, out of fear.
"It's Chris now, remember?"
"Chris," Joseph pleads, "come get me out of this?"
Chris doesn't make a move, except to replace the plug back on the torture apparatus. He addresses Eduardo, "Did you tell Joseph about our plans?"
"No," Eduardo smiles, meant to make Joseph squirm, "I forgot. Why don't you fill him in?"
"I called Eduardo and asked if he wanted to go out on a date with me and since he had his two buddies from out of town visiting, it freed up Eduardo. What do you think?"
"I think you better get me down!"
In on their little charade, Chris gets touchy, "Well, you don't have to have a cow, Joseph!"
"Um, like you would too," Joseph replies, "if it were your balls in the sling?"
Turning to Eduardo, Chris asks, "What's he talking about?"
"Who cares. Let's go!"
One thing, call it comforting, Joseph knew nothing sinister could be on the menu for the night, because tomorrow morning he would be seeing Chris over at Jay's Surf Shop. Then again, maybe he wouldn't be showing up for work, which made him worry again.
"Let's see," Jose says, "how shall we hurt him first?" picks up the medium buttplug.
"I want to make his balls mine!"
If this was torture, Joseph was all for it, Esteban holding both orbs in one hand, licking one and then the other.
"Maybe Eduardo and Chris are animals, but we sure are not!"
Sweet got sweeter, Jose stepping up on the small foot platforms, matching up his bod Joseph's, placing his hands on Joseph's hands, making the motions to kiss lips.
Joseph's balls were enough of a chore, but when Esteban gets Jose's junk dropped on his head, "Hey, Jose, you're balls are getting in my way!" Esteban complains.
Breaking off tidbits of kisses, Jose replies, "Deal with it and don't interrupt me again!"
From this, Joseph gets the idea Jose is a top, Esteban his bottom, saying softly, like sweet words of love, "Why don't you get your bitch to do us both?"
"Is that what you think, gringo?" Jose hops down.
"Really? I don't know what to think!"
"Okay. We let you down, only..." Jose hesitates.
"You don't trust me? I'm insulted!" Joseph replies.
"I was going to say, for Esteban, don't run away until he finishes with your balls."
"Promise," Joseph agrees, reviewing his options.
Of the options, there weren't many. Even though his cuffs were lifted off the pegs holding them, Jose fastened them together behind his back. He couldn't hop off the foot ledges, ankles cuffed to them.
Eventually he could, Esteban saying, "Let me help you."
In taking an arm, Esteban's arm brushes against Joseph's fur lined bod, "You are so nice a man, Joseph," the Latino swipes his tongue across Joseph's left nip!
Lining Joseph's cock up with Esteban's ass and as Esteban grabbed 2 ropes above, rose and lowered his ass, Jose got in on the act, sucking Esteban's cock, which surprised Joseph, "I thought you were a top?"
"Versatile," Jose replies, "Eduardo tell us to help you have a good time and then maybe you will help us!"
Suddenly, his warm rod up Esteban's ass lost some momentum, "Help you? How can I help you?" thinking, "I mean, why should I help you, when you have my hands cuffed behind my back?"
Esteban brought up a good point, "You can take them off, Jose. I have Joseph anchored."
If this was not a situation of mixed reactions, Joseph might have laughed, but more important, "Like, where am I gonna go?" or equally, why would Joseph want to pull out of the tight hole?
After leaving the scene, doubling back past Warrior One, Chris realizes, people finding it tough to update his name to more `mature' calling, he's greeted by, "Ready to go, Terr?"
Rolling his eyes, Chris was ready to condemn Eduardo, but instead evaded the whole issue, "As ready as I'll ever be," but studying his friend's apparel, "but you?" he was confused by the tight leather chaps.
Looking down upon himself, harness underneath a sleeveless vest, Eduardo says, "I hope you don't mind, Terr. There's been a change of plans?"
Terror's silence was enough to interrogate.
Eduardo only found out about this about 2 hours ago. Come to find out, every year the Evans boys have played a prank on their good friend Joseph, coinciding with the change from school ending and summer starting. For years this has been going on, Jared and Jay's little pranking, since Jared was in college. The only year they have missed, was when Jay had his surfing accident. Things had gotten back in motion.
Hours before, Jared finding out Joseph had befriended Eduardo, called the Latino and explained the circumstances. Last year, the prank involved Joseph's knitting circle at church, being tied down, prodded and tickles with knitting needles.
Eduardo came up with it, all on his own. New to their area, old habits die hard and he quickly made friends with the bdsm community, finding a mutual date by which he could rent out the public quadrant of the Spin Club, turning the party private.
After explaining as much to Terror, "So, you see why this had to be a surprise?"
Terror would rather pick out his own reason, based on what Eduardo has told him, "Well, if you didn't know ahead of time, how could you tell me?"
Like it was a proposition, Eduardo asks, "Are you in, Terr?"
Knowing Eduardo wouldn't flinch from being a total top, still Terror held out hope, "Sure. I'll be right behind you!"
Eduardo knew perfectly well what Terror meant, "Yeah, right."
Almost the last person out of Jay's Surf Shop, Eduardo and Terror are stopped from leaving by an inquisitive store manager, "And where are you two off to?"
Way in which it was said, it was as if the dude was inviting himself to go along!
Eduardo hadn't met him yet, upon which Terror introduces the two, "Eduardo, this is the man who runs the place, Bron Yubanski."
Whereas a guy could be cut down and labeled a nerd, just for the dark-rimmed glasses and nerdy features, Eduardo wasn't at all opposed, "Have any plans tonight?"
"Just so happens," Bron says, "none!"
Okay, so Terror could not dispute the fact, Bron was a hot guy. All day long the smile, energy, never wore off. Even now he was bright and wore the vivacious smile, "You can come along if you want," Terror forces his own smile.
Walking right along with them, Bron says, "Are you sure I'm not intruding?"
The clincher, when they got there, stopping in front of The club, Eduardo asks, "Have you ever been here?"
"Uh no, not really. I mean this is my first time here and... and... I thought you said it was The Spin Club?"
Raising his eyebrows, inhaling, exhaling, Eduardo figured a simple `no' would've been fine, filters the selection with vagueness, "Upstairs it's HOODWINK'd. Downstairs it's The Spin Club," skipping right over to, "Have you ever done any kinky stuff, Bron?"
"Sure," and of course there's an explanation, "one time me and another guy came on my chest. I'm real hairy, you know?" Two seconds later, "Then he rubbed it in... Lathered me up pretty good!"
Terror, who knew much, much more about bdsm, says happily, "My, my, aren't we in store for a treat!"
Unlike Eduardo, standing there, wallowing through an interrogation, Terror grabs Bron's arm, leading him inside, Eduardo remarking, "This should be fun!"
Inside, Bron is stunned, a tough guy giving them an option, "Shirts off, five bucks off your cover charge!"
They all pick up on Terror making the connection, "Hey, aren't you Jeffrey?"
Already Jeffrey was racking his brain, trying to not find an interest in Terror stripping off his shirt, revealing as much pec fur as Jeffrey had himself, "Where do I know you from?" Jeffrey tried keeping attention focused, what with not one, but three hot men taking shirts off.
"College registration last fall... you tried to pick me up?"
Jeffrey, already tanned, his color could not hide the embarrassment, doing the sensible thing, leading minds away from the obvious, and leaving it vague, "Could be. What happened? I didn't see you on campus after that."
"When I found out how much the tab was going to be, I skipped out."
Feeling a little sorrowful, like they could have been roommates or bedmates, he knew not to toy with fate, but laments, "Shame."
Bron, more anxious to tour the basement, says, "Here, take the shirt, but if it's more than 5 bucks, give it back!"
He didn't see the wink Eduardo gave Jeffrey, who put on false pretense, like being scared shit, "5 bucks it is, sir!"
Terror lingered, exchanging phone numbers, Eduardo fitting Bron in the nest of his pit, with reassurance, "You'll have guys eating out of your crotch with that attitude, Bron!"
"Attitude? What attitude? Eating out of my crotch? Like how does that go?"
A little introduction to the basement atmosphere, Eduardo keyed Bron in, "I know you're going to find this hard to believe, but guys will worship you for being mean to them."
"Get outta town!" Bron chuckled.
Leading him on, Eduardo says, "You don't have to believe me. Just try it and find out for yourself."
"But what do I say... do?"
"Easy. Watch what the other tops do, then you do it to some guy. Plus, I'll be right beside you all the way," it was a pleasure, ending remarks, hand to Bron's mossy chest.
"Well," Bron gulps, pushing his glasses up on his nose, "as long as you put it that way!"
Eduardo smiled, Bron breaking free, pouncing down the wooden steps, ready to take on the world... divide and conquer!
Back on the home-front, still Korbeau's, Evan's home closed up for failure to pay back taxes, Jay and his friend lay in their beds, chatting up their day experiences.
Guessing his future days, Jay says, "I'm never going to live out the summer!"
Not meaning to put Jay down, Evan responds, "Maybe that's because you don't have a good enough reason, bro!"
Knowing some rules of conduct concerning business and practices within, Jay tells him, "Don't get comfortable. I know for a fact the hired help isn't supposed to be hitting on customers."
"You mean Randy? Hitting on me? Nah. More the other way around, if you want to get technical?"
"Oh," Jay is ready to mock, "you mean when Randy explained it was okay for him to touch your butt, but not for you to touch his?"
"I was joking!" Evan exclaims, lowering his voice, "I only gave him a little tap. Besides, if that's a rule it's old school. Randy likes me."
"Of course he does," Jay elaborates, "but not in the way he's ready to jump in bed with you, bro!"
Evan had to admit it didn't seem like the case, "I know," with a lower tone, "but I hope by the end of the summer he sees something in me."
"Sure, you've got a crush on some guy today and tomorrow it'll be some other hottie! Besides, why don't you pick on a guy your own age!" Jay laughs.
"You know, you can be so cruel sometimes?"
Like an expert, considering himself so, Evan works his way from lying down on the bed, to falling backwards into his wheelchair.
"Where are you going?" Jay asks, too pooped and inexperienced to follow.
Wheeling across the room until his knees are butted up against Jay's bed, "I'm coming over to kill you, bro!"
In doing so, Evan springs out of his chair and losing control vaults over Jay's bod, slightly hitting his head on the opposing wall, "Owch!"
"Good," Jay chuckles, "I hope it knocked some sense into you, bro!"
Evan never had a chance to answer, Jared busting in, flicking the light switch on, "Oh, isn't this sweet."
Lying across Jay, it seemed he was instantly healed of any head injuries, feeling man-flesh on his epidermis, "Oops, I've seemed to have fallen out of my chair!"
"Well," Jared replies, "you better fall right back in!"
Jay pipes up, "Does he have to? Feels kind of cool!"
Before Jared could respond, Jay, peering over Evan's bare back, notices, "Where are you going?"
"Um, like where does it look like I'm going?"
Evan was in the dark about the two brothers, slowly working his butt backwards.
Jay, upon seeing Jared decked out in chaps, a harness over his furry chest, "Where'd you get the new threads?"
Seeing Evan on the verge of backing into his wheelchair, which in turn was backing up, Jared steadies the chair, saying, "Going out. That's all."
Jay could tell when Jared wasn't telling the truth, or withholding a thought, "Um, are you going to meet with Joey?"
Where there was leather, there was Joseph.
"Might be," Jared details as little as possible.
Kind of knowing what this was about, Jay says, "Is this about that little event which happens every year at this time?"
Knowing it was, Jared doesn't explain it as such, but evades the issue, "I didn't think you were up to it."
Slowly the adrenaline kicked in, not exactly disappointed in Jared making him pass up the hottest prank of the year, "Are you fucking kidding? What is it this year? Knitting needles again?"
Back to Jared's college days, and knowing Joseph Rocco, he and his brother have always cooked up a prank to play, like his knitting group, probing chest, stomach, and other parts south, with needles. Another, they set Joseph up, raiding his detective's car, dumping tons of water balloons in through the windows. Another involved having a naked guy placed in Joseph's locker at work. Banging on it, help came to the rescue, which got Joseph into a pack of `nice' trouble. Happening on a Friday, Joseph had a nice weekend, because he got to keep the goods in his locker!
Knowing he wasn't going to get out of this one, Jared still tries faking it, "You need your rest."
"Is there a reason why I shouldn't be there, bro? Are you like embarrassed because I'm in a wheelchair?"
Oh shut the fuck up. That's like, so lame. I just don't want you to be overtired for tomorrow. You know I'm doing this for you, but you should be doing it for you too? I mean, something miraculous might occur and start working again?"
"I know all that, Jare," Jay says, but wouldn't let a good idea die, "but what about Joey?"
Looking at his watch, it wasn't there, Jared saying anyhow, "Right about now he's tied down to the rack at The Spin Club, fearing for his life, but in reality, he has nothing to fear, except for coming without anyone touching him."
"And you're depriving me of that, Jare?"
Evan kept quiet, but wondered about himself, in Joseph's place, his bod secured like an `X' and then Randy, torturing his bod with his sweet lips. His fantasy was about to take a turn, Randy tied down, him working over his trainer with lips, hands... "What?"
"Pay attention, bro. Get dressed. We're going out on the town!"
Helping, something Jared did as a rare gesture nowadays, he affixed Jay to his back, as if hauling him out to take a piss.
He had to warn in a subdued tone, "Stop it now, Jay?"
"What?" Jay refuted, "I'm just holding on?"
Carrying him to the mens room, Jay was holding on, by weaving his hands into the top straps of Jared's harness. In turn, Jay slowly rubbed his bro's sweating fur.
"You know what I mean?" Jared warns, nodding towards Evan.
"Oh, that," Jay responds, taking to holding the reins of his brother's harness, instead of rubbing Jared's chest fur.
Knocking on the wall next to the door, Oz asks, "What's the holdup?"
"These two brats," Jared replies.
Instead of full fledged showering, which the two should have done before bed, Jared sat Jay down on the toilet, cover closed, and sponge bathed him off.
Evan could not let it go, telling, "I think it's still a little stale around my cock, Oz!"
"No problem," Oz says, dropping the wet cloth into the divide!
Fifteen minutes flat, they were on their way to HOODWINK'd. In a way, Jared was cool with the two going, handicaps breaking ahead of the lines.
As always, when someone cut Jay a break, he says to Jared, "You should be thanking us for this!"
Jared replies, "Oz, remind me to pick up 2 thank you notes at the card shop tomorrow."
Slighting the two, Oz says, "They live in the same place. Can't you save a few bucks and put both names on one card?"
"You've got a point there."
Evan breaks silence, "You're both a couple of cheapwads!"
"Yeah," Jay agrees. "Don't forget to buy us drinks tonight."
Jared comes right back with, "Uh, don't forget, doctor's orders, you can't drink?"
Right now, a wet whistle wasn't the issue. Face to face with the shirt check guy, Jay could care less about a screwdriver, "Pinch me, I think I've died and gone to heaven!"
If Jeffrey hadn't gone to take a leak, Jay would have recognized him. However, in lieu of the regular shirt checker, "May I take your shirt?" he bent over the counter and waited on Jay's answer.
Jared though it pathetic, having to wait while his brother play up to the shirt-check. Yet, he couldn't put it out of his brain how cute the dude was, not until Oz volunteered to stay behind, while Jared ventured forth, "I owe you one!"
With Jay's mind busy, Evan says to Oz, "You better make him pay!"
"Oh, I intend on it!"
Meanwhile, the shirt-check, who had made it to taking Jay's shirt off, reaching down, over the counter, hands diving into the wheelchair, they find out his name is, "Edward."
Overly infatuated, especially concerning the fuzzy chest and detailed stripe, Jay says, "It's really a pleasure to meet you, Edward. I'm Jay."
A long cue outside, Edward says, "I'd like to chat further, but I'm sure the cue outside has doubled."
Regardless, Jay didn't even have to feel bad, Jeffrey coming back and Edward being released into caring for the two. Even the manager came over, placing Edward at their disposal.
Jay quips, "Disposal... like how do you mean that?"
Winking at Edward, the manager says, "I'll leave that up to you boys!"
On their own, Edward guaranteeing he would put the boys on the elevator and be downstairs in a jiffy, Evan converses, "Edward, you wouldn't happen to be into threesomes, would you?"
Smiling, knowing he was being a flirt, tells them anyway, "Sorry boys, but I'm already taken."
"Let me rephrase that," Evan says, "do you happen to be into foursomes?"
Jay, with no intentions of doing it with three other dudes, "He means threesomes. I'm out!"
Cute, Edward says, "We know you're `out', Jay!"
Of course, it was corny, but not so in Jay's opinion, letting it slide, all because of Edward's furry front and smiley face, "Good one, Edward. I'll have to watch what I say from now on!"
Evan, figuring he wasn't getting anywhere, gave up and became silent!
Silent, until the elevator doors opened upon The Spin Club, "Daymn, will you look at that!"
The Spin Club didn't open in upon a dungeon. Not just yet, it more resembled HOODWINK'd, only instead of bright and cheerful, it was dark. First thing to strike Evan in the noggin, was a guy, totally smooth, oiled down and even though there were cuffs and chains on wrists and ankles, the dude was doing a mighty dance of bumps and grinds.
"I see, I see," Jay says, first being taken in by the dancing dude, but then, because Edward was looking, Jay could get away with doing a full, up and close scan of the muscle-cub's bod!
"Hey, were you checking me out?" Edward's head sudden looks down.
"Um, yeah I was, but don't tell your boyfriend on me?" Jay plays innocent.
"Okay. I'll let you slide, but let it happen again and I'll..." Edward firms up his smile, "let you slide again!"
"What if," Jay pushes his luck, "I touch you?" touches Edward's thigh.
He's surprised out of his gourd, Edward saying, "Frankly, I didn't want to encourage your friend. He's nice and all, but I'm sure my boyfriend would more have the tastes of... you?"
"And what makes me so special?" Jay knew he knew, but says, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm in a wheelchair and what lies south of my navel doesn't work!"
Placing both hands on Jay's chair and facing him, well feelings about the current subject melted, though Jay did pay attention, "If that's what I thought, I wouldn't be with my boyfriend today."
"Why? Is he like me?" Jay glances at the fuzzy chest and back to his face, like giving his undivided attention, even though he lusted to gaze on all the furry covering.
"No, but he's very much interested in helping those less fortunate."
"Oh," Jay was almost disappointed, though in his right mind, he would not wish his calamity, nor the outcome, on anyone else, "I guess that's good?"
"So, what are you up for tonight?" Edward stands, rubs hands together.
"I just came here to meet my brother and, together, we were going to do our yearly prank on our friend."
"Who's your friend? Is he here yet?" Edward looks around the low-lit bar, like trying to search through fog.
"I dunno, but the word my brother got, was kind of a play on words, he was, `tied down for now.'"
"I see," Edward does an about face. "I wonder if one of those guys knows?"
Both glance over to double doors. Not your usual pair of plywood, these have been refashioned, outfitted in a leather decor, padded with the stuff chaps, vests and harnesses are made of, outside the perimeter of the doors fitted with shiny, silver, metal studs.
Regardless of whether they could secure info from the two dungeon bouncers or not, Jay says, "Would be fun interrogating them!"
"Would it now?" Edward questions Jay's motives, in a cheerful way.
Even though it was early, there was a slight crowd. Summertime, HOODWINK'd and The Spin Club were in full swing, 7 nights a week. By special arrangement a party could be held during the daylight hours. Upstairs, the crowds filtered in rather early, around the late dinner hour of 6pm. However, downstairs, at the kinky `Spin Club', the real action, moaning and groaning didn't become audible until after 9pm. With 2 hours leeway, it wasn't a chore for Edward to roll Jay through the sparse crowd.
"State your business!"
Jay gave the bouncer-dude a disturbing stare, standing up for his ego, "Whattsamatter, your chaps a little two tight for your balls?"
Edward, being an employee there, knew both bouncers personally, knew for a fact Khaled, he wouldn't put up with anyone, would take every comment personally, to heart and if what was said irked him the wrong way, it could be a matter of saying the dungeon was full, even if it wasn't!
Worst offense, concerning any employee, a guy doesn't touch, unless invited to touch, which is why Edward is cautioning Jay, "Oh, oh, don't do that, Jay. Rules!"
"Sorry," Jay detaches from rubbing the back of his hand against Khaled's furry stomach, "I should know better."
Edward is totally surprised, Khaled picking up Jay's hand and bending over, places it right against his chest mat, "Does it feel as nice up here?"
The other bouncer, whom Jay thought looked really hot, bald, auburn-colored beard, nice chest thatch to match, stripe skipping over his bellyhole, and obvious arm tattoos, which made it look like the dude were wearing Hawaiian shirt sleeves, finally finishes up with a customer, allowing him to pass through the doors, says, "Hey, when you're done feeling up Khaled, you can do me!"
"What about the rules?" Jay asks.
Because he was there, heard Edward recite them, says, "You mean `no touching unless invited', well, I'm inviting you!"
Then it was the other guy's turn to converse, a dude trying to sneak by Khaled's right shoulder!
"Wow!" Jay says, seeing how quickly Khaled changed from being mister nice-guy', to mister nasty-son-of-a-bitch!'
Disregarding Khaled and his problem, the other bouncer says, "By the way. I'm Carter. Carter Krebs."
Again, Edward shook his head, seeing Carter breakdown the whole facade of a tough bouncer. Regardless, with the two, as well as himself, he could very well understand, Jay looking nothing less than handsome, gorgeous, hot, hotter and all other positive words which could fall into the same category.
Then, Edward is amazed, like Carter was reading his mind, "Hey, anyone ever tell you you're the spittin' image of Zac Efron?"
Smiling, Jay replies, "Only all the time!"
A dude happens by and after overhearing, exclaims, "Hey, what happened to you, Zac?"
Jay wasn't enthused, "You know what happened to me, moron!"
At first, Carter thought the dude was going to bother Jay, but then seeing the lanky, barechested dude bend over, give Jay a kiss, "I take it you know each other?"
Edward just stood there. Mindset on historian, he loved seeing how people reacted with each other, and like a detective, tried to figure out the facts, whether two guys would be hanging for a while, catch a drink at the bar, head off in different directions, or as luck would have it, pass through the leather doors for a night in the dungeon. He was also good at calling the shots, who would be doing who. Knowing Carter, he could be a versatile kind of guy.
Even though he chatted up Jay, Carter was more interested in, "This a friend of yours?"
Very protective of his best friend from grade school, Jay barks out, "Yeah, but if you're as mean as Bartosz, you can forget knowing Jake and me!"
"Bartosz?" Carter repeats, "Who's Bartosz?"
"A real ball-buster, literally," Jake could laugh about it now.
"Bartosz," Edward finally speaks out, rubbing his rough chin, like it would help him to remember, "I think he's in prison."
"For what?" Jake squeezes Jay's shoulder, as he says it with fear.
Drawing off of what he suspects had been Jake's predicament, Edward tells them, "I think he tore some guy's balls off!"
"Yikes!" Jake jumps to attention, stiffer than a tall cock, "That could have been me!"
Quickly learning about Jay's friend, Carter sees his in, "Oh, but I'm much, much gentler than that crazy shit."
After Jay and Jake's horrible dungeon experience, they stayed away, which is why Jay is wondering, "I thought you gave up this stuff, Jake?"
Not taking his eyes off of Carter right away, Jake answers, "I did. I'm here for Joey's party."
Khaled reenters the conversation, "You're here for Joey? You better get going. Two guys are already back there," he throws a thumb over his shoulder, "working Joseph over now!"
"We better get back there before he comes!" Jay exclaims.
Since Jake was there, Edward was off the hook, but made it look like he was needed, taking hold of the wheelchair. Pulling up the rear, Jake is stopped momentarily, Carter sticking a folded up piece of paper in his hand, "Call me, `boy'!" he giggles.
Closing the doors, Khaled warns, "You better cut me in on the action, Carter. That Jake, he's got a hot lookin' ass!"
Even though he had passed his telephone number on to Jake, Carter wasn't saying.
Having witnessed the gesture, Khaled pressures, "You wouldn't withhold anything from me, Carter?"
"Depends," Carter smiles at Khaled.
Khaled knew that look, knowing how versatile Carter can be. As things go, the two haven't been too inclined to keeping with the rules, regarding employees, finding out in the early stages of employment, it was tabu to fraternize with each other, except for a hug or peck on the cheek. Ritually, every Saturday night, after The Spin Club has closed, wee hours of the morning, Carter had taken to going home with Khaled and `unwinding.'
Right now, they had more than themselves to think about, a swarm of college boys descending upon the bar.
Behind closed doors, Jay, Jake and Edward were finding their way down the hallway, looking for torture chamber number 11.
A door opening, Jay peers inside, saying, "Shit, will you look at that dude's balls!"
Jake, having first hand experience with cock and ball torture, remarks, "I hope they aren't as far apart from the dude's cock as mine were!"
"Dude," Jay follows with, "Bartosz just got the lace around your sacs. He didn't get to stretch them, lucky you!"
"I know. I feel very lucky," Jay cups his balls.
"Strange thing," Jay says, after their view was closed off, "the dude looked like he was enjoying it!"
Edward, only speaking when the time was ripe, says, "That's because he was... enjoying it, that is."
Well, they finally come across chamber 11, Jake opening the door and holding it for Edward to roll Jay through.
First impression, Jay says, "Hey, what the hell do you think you guys are doing?"
"Joey?" Jake questions his best friend's friend, who is also his good friend.
Hopping down off the table, from where he was sucking Joseph's nip, "I'm Esteban and this is Jose. We're supposed to keep the prisoner busy until Jared and Jay get here."
Smiling, Edward says, "Jay is right here," he nods downwards, "and Jared is on his way."
Under the impression something precarious was happening, given the dungeon decor, they are incorrect in their assumptions, Joseph casually saying, "If you're done with the introductions, I'd like Esteban to get back to work before I lose my erection?"
"Fuck you, Joey!" Jay says.
Climbing back on the table, Esteban's balls dangling between his legs, Jay wished more now than ever he could function between his legs.
"Nice but, huh bro?" Jake says to Jay, like they were talking over old times.
Edward, predicting, says, "I give Esteban less than five minutes."
"Before Joey shoots his load?" Jay asks.
"Well that's one possibility, but I was thinking more of Esteban climbing aboard and taking a ride on Joey's joystick!"
"Not if I get there first!"
"Wait, Jake!"
Not heeding Jay's calling out, Jake climbs up on the table, nudges Esteban in the ass, "Out of the way, dude!"
At first Esteban thought Jake had one helluva nerve to sit down on Joseph's hard shaft, but when he saw the size of Jake's cock, stiffening up, standing tall, he knew it could just as satisfying, though not as fat as the client.
Jay says, "Feel free to get hard, Edward!"
"Who says I'm not?" Edward responds.
"Lemme see!" Jay says, looking up, into Edward's upside down face.
Strangely, it would be something very private, for Edward. Call it old fashioned, but revealing yourself to someone he didn't know, wasn't his thing. Surprising himself, he steps out from behind the wheelchair, exposing him by unsnapping the codpiece keeping his balls from spilling out, "See?"
"Nice," Jay says.
"Now show me you," Edward says.
"I told you. It don't work?"
Edward replies, "Have you tried lately? I mean, watching two guys gangbanging themselves off Joey's cock... that's pretty hot!"
"I guess you won't be satisfied till I..."
Instead of rejoicing, jumping for joy, if he only could, Jay started in on an anxiety attack.
After a few drinks upstairs, lost in time and conversation, Jared and Oz decided it was time to party downstairs.
In the nick of time, they walk in, "Jay, what's wrong?"
He did notice Jake bouncing up and down on Joseph's pubes, the Latino dude in front, trying to do something, but as always, who or what came first?
"I'm not sure," Edward tries explaining, "but we were talking about..." he suddenly freezes up, thaws, "about getting hard and... I'm not quite sure what happened after that."
Jared was always there to comfort his bro, but Oz sideswipes him, kneeling, "Most likely an anxious moment," the Warrior One therapist cuddles Jay with his words, telling him, "now breathe. That's it. Slower. In and out," and so forth.
In the midst of feeling oh so good, Joseph's head tilts to the side and glancing in between his own arm and Esteban's leg, which has been stretched straight out to accommodate sitting on Jake's cock, "Shit! What's wrong with Jay?"
The atmosphere compromised, everyone froze in place...
Sitting still, Jake left himself impaled on Joseph's shaft.
Lifting himself too high, Esteban lifted himself off Jake's cock, which now resides in the crack of his ass.
With Jose, one hand is removed from alternating play with Joseph's nips, the other hand stroking Esteban's shaft.
Casually, Jared walks over to Joseph, explaining, "It's nothing Joseph. Just one of Jay's frequent anxiety attacks."
"Oh, is that all," Joseph looks up at Jared, almost embarrassed by having three guys `working him over', "Are you sure he's okay?"
"Quite, but you don't look like you're doing so bad yourself, courtesy of Jay and me?"
Looking up at Jose's face, his smile looking like a frown, Joseph says, "He put you up to this?"
"Of course. From the moment my cousin and I spoke with you, our job was to lure you to the dungeon!"
Esteban, taking care of his own business, turns his head towards Jake, asking, "Do you think I can take a ride now?"
Good thing Edward stayed around, Oz turning Jay over to him while he tagged Jared's shoulder, "I know you guys had big plans tonight, but I think it would be a healthier idea if Jay skipped?"
Jared was already feeling bad for Esteban, a wanting ass, with no cock to fill it, but as he has always put his brother first, "Of course."
"You want me to come with you Jared?"
"Are you out of your mind, Joseph? I paid good money to have you worked over tonight!"
"Worked over? Like, how would that go?" Joseph questions. After all, who would not be concerned, with wrists and ankles cuffed, chains extending from the metal rings, to the corners of a real, live-working rack?
"Be easy on him, Jose," Jared smiles.
"Easy on me? What do you mean by that, Jared?"
Joseph's concerns now fell on deaf ears, the four rolling on out of there.
Outside the room, Jay asks, "Are you sure you can trust them with Joey, Jare?"
Smiling, Jared says, "What you and Joseph don't know, Jose and Esteban work security at the main store. Trust? We can all trust that Joseph will be having an awesome time tonight and that's all we need to concern ourselves with."
"What about Jake?"
"Jake? Lucky for him, he was in the right place at the right time. For certain, Jose will show him a great time, while Joseph plays around with Esteban."
Oz, kind of lost, says, "I've never been to a place like this. Looks dangerous."
Edwards lends, "Our bouncers circulate, often."
Recovered somewhat, Jay says, "I'm sorry I ruined the good time you were going to have, Jare."
"Don't be a moron, bro. It wouldn't be the same without you there," Jared gives his brother a little noogie.
Brighter outlook, Jay says, "I think that helped my headache. Can we go play some miniature golf?"
Jared asks, "How are you at golf, Oz?"
"Probably a better shot than aiming a whip at a guy's back!"
Edward questions, "I thought you didn't have a clue to what goes on in a dungeon?"
"You don't watch Tv?" Oz replies.
"Oh. Right. Sometimes, being at The Spin Club is like being in a world all by itself," Edward tells him. "But if we're going to play golf, I better change and call my boyfriend."
Waiting upstairs, retrieving their shirts, Oz got an education to what clientele plays in the basement.
"Is he for real?" Oz asks, seeing two young guys, presumably college age, collared and cuffed, one leash, held by a mean ogre.
Overheard, the mean boss comes over to Oz, sniffs him and marches away.
"What was that about?" Oz asks, smoothing his shirt down over his abs.
Jared replies, "I guess he liked the way you smell or else he would have floored you."
"It pays to shower!"
Changed over, from leather, to street clothes, Edward looked like a different soul, saying, "I called Dirk..."
"Dirk?" Jared and Oz say at the same time, looking at each other.
"Right. My boyfriend. He says he'll meet us at the place," Edward says, standing, looking as baffled as those two.
Jay, wanting to get a move on it, even though he's not minding the scene, leather dudes coming in, their cock and balls in a cluster, fed through a long harness, some with clips on their nips, which makes Jay wince, "Wanna straighten this out later, instead of standing there like a bunch of morons?"
A dude, decked out in lots of piercings, tattoos on his arms and chest, asks Jay, "You coming in or going out, sir?"
Jay decided to get funny, "I'm going to play miniature golf. You're coming with me!"
They all waited for the verbal assault, the dude saying, "What are you going to do to me if I refuse?"
Small world, the other three were talking about Edward's boyfriend, Dirk Kent, whom happened to be hired as a therapist at Warrior One just after everyone left today.
Regardless, Edward, feeling Jay was speechless and knowing how this stuff could go, says, "We're with him. You skip out on us, boy and there'll be hell to pay!"
Going on their own assumptions, Oz and Jared put on their grumpiest faces, as the dude says, "Cool!"
As they strolled, none of the three needed to ask any questions. Right off the bat, the tattooed dude volunteered to help with Jay. It proved okay, since Jay was full of questions, which provide some history, including name, Adam Jenret, 19 years old, English major in college, with an interest in writing and working as a tattoo artist, to get himself through college.
Oz says to Jared, "There's your explanation for all the artwork on his arms and chest."
Jared replies, "Who's looking at the artwork?"
It earned Jared a hefty nudge in the arm, which he claimed brutality!
"No," Oz says, "if I wanted to be brutal, I'd have tied you down net to Joseph!"
An idea struck Edward, "Anytime you and yours want to party, my boyfriend can get into it too?"
Still strange to him, Oz says, "Oh! You mean the dungeon?"
By the time they got to the miniature golf station, Jay and Adam were good friends.
"Hey Jare, do you think I can get some tattoos and a ring... some place on me?"
Knowing where the inspiration came from, Jared says, "How about your dick?"
"I was thinking of a PA, myself," Adam says.
"PA?" Jared responds.
Edward says, "Ring through your dick-hole!"
A horrid face, which on Jared looks quite comical, he remarks, "Yikes!"
They all had a good night together, Jay taking down Adam's cell number.
In conclusion, before Adam went his own way, Jay says, "Maybe I'll get you to do a tattoo for me."
Jared says, "Check with me first, bro?"
"Of course!" Like, Jay was thinking, `not!'
And Jared knew this!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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