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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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FoR SaLE By OwNEr 76 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Back at the townhouse Tony finally got alone with Knapp. After unloading his manseed another time he was exhausted. Even though Knapp was on the verge of passing out, Tony didn't trust the fact while he slept, Knapp could make a run for it. He had thought about it, but after realizing if he was the victim, having his ass busted wide open, ass raped over and over, gut worked over and treated roughly, why would he want to stay? All he wanted to do is sleep, but he made the effort to go downstairs, open his gym bag, the bag he used to carry around his `toys' and retrieve a pair of leather handcuffs. Attaching one to Knapp's left wrist, he fed it through the wrought iron bars at the top and cuffed left wrist to right wrist. Now he was relieved enough to know Knapp would be there in the morning to knock off another load.
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When morning did arrive at the luxury condo in the sky, the sun was rising while the atmosphere lay quiet. Last night, well early morning, Alex and Kyle were the first to leave the dance party, sacking out in the loft. However when Alex went to stretch he accidentally bopped Scotty in the chest.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Alex said out loud, but not loud enough to wake the rest of the troops in the place.
But Scotty didn't move, like he felt nothing when the back of Alex's hand slapped him in the chest!
"Yo, Scotty," Alex called out, wiggling his stomach.
No reaction came except Scotty turning over. It's then Alex realized he wasn't alone. Well almost. Yawning, Michael's head popped up over the side of the bed. His explanation to Alex was, "I must've fallen out of bed!"
"Obviously," Alex replied as he watched Michael tumble back in, butting his back up to Scotty's front. Looking over to his left side, Kyle was busy snoring. He looked under the sheet covering him and Kyle. He scratched his head, trying to remember at what time of the morning his briefs came off. It's then his nose picked up a scent. "Mmm... What's that?" He sniffed. Then crawling down to the foot of bed he launched himself off. Unfamiliar yet with the surroundings he looked for something to pull on over his hips. He looked high and low and didn't see his briefs, but he did spot Michael's boxer shorts. He giggled to himself, putting them on, wondering what Michael would think when he looked for them!
Going downstairs he never expected of what he found. Lying on the small rug, there lay Geoff and Swifty, Geoff coiled up in Swifty's arms, back to front. Suddenly Swifty's torso gave a little twitch. "Nooooo," Alex called out in amazement, skeptical of what he was thinking at this moment. He stood frozen in place. He knew he should leave well enough alone, but his curiosity was killing him. On tippie-toes he walked over, extending his neck, nosily looking for signs of... He turned this way and that way to try to see. Then he spotted what he was looking for. He cupped his hand over his mouth after saying, "OMG!" Swifty's cock was still lodged in Geoff's ass!
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First to wake at the townhouse, Knapp couldn't move without moaning, which he did to try to turn over on his back. He couldn't move. He hurt too much. His ass was so sore. He could talk hardly, let alone cry out a little, with pain searing his scratchy throat. It's then he realized he could not move his arms. Looking up he saw the reason. Stretched far above his head, the right a little higher than the left, he had a dreaded feeling come over him, seeing the black leather handcuffs attached to each wrist. "Ugghkkk! Ugghhkkk! Ugghk!" he cried out, with every last ounce of energy, trying to turn his head at least. And there, to his horror, was his tormentor, lying with his back towards him, sleeping. For sure he figured, if he woke him, there would be more rough sex. He remained still. He wasn't a praying man, didn't believe in God, but now he was in repentance, hoping this nightmare would soon end!
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"Don't you believe in `sleep'?" he questioned Dante, Alex waltzing over to the wider than normal stove.
"Had enough," Dante said, then giggled.
"What?" Alex asks, backing away.
"Your beard..."
"What beard?" Alex inquires, running a hand over his stubble. Then he got it. Trying to mend his badboy deed, he tries to throw Dante off track, "I don't have a beard."
Setting the turning utensil down, Dante stretches his torso around and says, "It's okay Alex. I mean you would not be the first guy who checked out my front from over my shoulder?"
Confessing, Alex replies, "You snagged me!"
They both got a chuckle out of it.
"So, what is it you are conjuring up here?" When Alex didn't get a quick response he turned his head towards Dante, standing next to him. "Now who's checking who out?"
"Snagged!" Dante used Alex's word. "We are much alike you know?"
Alex wasn't sure where Dante was going with this, so waited it out. But when Dante didn't come up with an answer he provokes, "And how would that go?"
He pressured Alex's right arm until the two stood there in front of the stove, bods facing each other.
"This," Dante replied, drawing an imaginary line under Alex's taut pecs, pointing out the demarcation line of where the hair on Alex's chest ended, crossing his chest from west to east, then, "And this," swiping his finger down Alex's trail dividing his abs, "And this?" he finished off just under Alex's bellyhole. About ready to continue, the first knuckle of his index finger was ready to pry open Michael's boxer shorts.
Catching him, his hand grabbing Dante's wrists, Alex chose to send a message and at the same time keep Dante from further exploring, "Um, I don't think it would be wise for you to go there," he put an end to Dante from comparing the similarities of the hair patterns of their bods.
"Sorry," Dante replied.
Right away Alex got the feeling Dante wasn't the sweet little cherub his personality dictated last night. Forgive and forget, but to educate where he stood on his relationship, Alex says, "Kyle and I have a good thing going."
"Really...." Dante strode back to his nice, `goodboy' attire, "I am sorry for doing that."
Seeing Dante truly repentant, Alex kind felt a little bad for being so serious in his way to put his feelings, a little on the blunt side, so made amends a little for coming on strong, "No problem. Just don't let it happen again!" He said cheerfully, sticking a finger out and running it up Dante's tummy-trail and then getting on with business.
"Oops!" I think we're going to have Eggs Benedict a little on the too-well-done side.
In an act of friendship, Alex placed his elbow on Dante's shoulder and they both tossed the bull around, talking omelets!
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"Sleep well boy!" Tony jested, awakening with a yawn, his arms stretching out his muscles.
Juggling his position around in bed, evened out the cuffs, the lengths of Knapp's arms so his chest was partially above the bed, his stomach glued to it. His butt became easy target.
"I asked you a question, boy!"
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Knapp screamed out when Tony's big palm made his ass red.
A bit rested, though still weak, Knapp was able to get out, "When are you going to let me go?"
"Let you go? Hey buddy listen and listen carefully. David arranged it so your butt isn't rotting away in some jail... paid big bucks to get you off the hook so your ass wasn't brought before a judge. Let me tell you, once upon a time I saved David's ass and he owed me. Now, the way I figure it - a life for a life. So get used to it boy. You're mine!"
Knapp tried rationalizing, "That's fuckin' illegal! Slavery is dead!"
"Slavery? I didn't mention slavery, but now that you did call it that, it's good you're coming around to my terms somewhat." Tony's second whack on Knapp's but elicited a sharp groan as he used it for leverage to lift himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I gotta take a leak boy. I'll be back for you when I'm good and ready."
Hoping it was soon, it's all Knapp could do to hold his water in. Listening, unintentional, he heard Tony's piss hit the toilet water. After hearing it flush he heard Tony revving up the shower. It bought him some time to check for a way out of his predicament. Even though it hurt like hell, his tender abs and more tender ass giving him pangs of pain, he shuffled about. For sure he wasn't going to get the cuffs off. Then he saw a way out, `maybe', the little buckles keeping the cuffs pinned to his wrists. Slowly he brought himself to sitting on his knees. "Ouch!" he said softly, hitting his head on the metal while trying to get a grip on the leather strap with his teeth. He winced when the leather edge caught on his wrist while trying to rotate the cuff.
In the shower, Tony ran the soap over his bod, closing his eyes as he felt up his privates, all wet and warm. With the soap in his hand he rubbed the underside of his cock, bringing it to full mast. Getting a brilliant idea he thought, "Hmm... shame to waste a perfectly good, lubed up erection!" He didn't bother shutting the water off, knowing he'd be back after his `quickie'. Hyper, he shunned the towel and walked, dripping, out of the jon. He came face to face with Knapp trying to alleviate his captivity. "What the fuck!"
Knapp was petrified. Over his shoulder he first picked up on Tony's pubes, still all bubbly from the soaping up. Second, the size of the shaft which drilled his hole last night.
"I can see it's going to take more than a talking to, to get through to you boy!"
His third act of frightness came when Tony picked up his pants, grabbed the buckle of the belt and pulled it out of the loops.
"You'll learn!"
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Knapp screamed out, arching his back when the leather whipping tool striped his upper blades.
"Better get it through your head boy!"
The second lash came deliberate and harder, driving Knapp's stomach up against the wrought iron, his chest and the underside of his chin flush with the wall. His wail of pain marked the severity of his punishment.
"You're gonna be my slut-boy for a long, long time!"
With the third strike, creating a third line of red across his back, Knapp began to weaken. "No... please... no more!"
Doubling the belt in half, Tony tossed it on the chair as he reckoned, "Maybe you're not a hopeless case after all, boy!"
Pain from the whipping was matched when Tony grabs up Knapp's ankles, stretching his bod out on the bed.
Knapp was bound up in pain from the pull of the cuffs on his wrists as his stomach slapped against the mattress.
From Tony's view, he praised himself for choosing to punish Knapp, the whipping causing not only his adrenaline to rev him up. His hard, ten inch barrel was all primed and ready to go. Only one little kinky thing stuck in his mind, "I want to see your face as I ram my torpedo up your ass boy!"
More shocks of pain ran through Knapp's bod as Tony turned him over on his back. He tried arching, but it was nearly impossible, only causing himself more duress, the cuffs cutting into his wrists, which were stretched to-the-max as it is.
Psychology played a big part in Tony's fuck session, when time permitted. Sure, he was as horny as hell, his cock fully erect and bursting with liquid energy, but he also got a charge out of working the mind as well as the ass. "Yeah. Gonna be shoving my big fat drill bit straight into your ass chambers boy!"
Stretched out, his arms straight as can be, launched Knapp's upper back slightly on an incline. Looking down his own bod, his own trail led him to his legs being spread far apart by Tony's knees as he inched his way up.
"Hey, y'know I just thought of something?"
At least Knapp was feeling a `little' pleasure, a tiny bit, when Tony took his cock in his hand, started from base and stroked it upwards.
"I don't rightly think you've cum since that first night in jail? Is that right boy?"
When Knapp didn't respond in words, syllables rang out, "Ohhhh! Akkkk! Akkk! Noooo... stop! Please!"
Tony's hand still held Knapp's cock at the base on the down stroke, but with a twist he was coercing Knapp into delivering a favorable answer, the bulk of his hand putting the lean on Knapp's balls. Stroking upwards once again, Tony instructs, "The easy way or the hard way... you'll learn boy!"
To add to Knapp's torture, Tony ceased stroking and turned to pleasuring his own tool.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....