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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
HuNTeR GeTs CaPTuReD By ThE GaMe 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"How'd the interview go, bro?" Hunter asks as his older brother walks in his room.
"Another dead end," Marshall replies as he tosses his jacket on the easy chair. Walking across the room, the twenty-five year old loosens his tie with one hand, the other unfastening the top button. "Anything interesting?" He asks Hunter.
Since Marshall walked in the door, Hunter hasn't peeled his eye away from the telescope lense, the other end stalking the neighbor's next door estate.
"There's been a lot of movers in and out, but so far I haven't seen anything of the owner."
"Really? Let me take a look," Marshall replies, nudging his brother aside.
"Hey! Remember who's telescope this is bro!"
"Yeah... yeah.. I'll pay ya later." Then, spying through the lense, his eye on the comings and goings on at the estate next to their spacious grounds, his free hand stops at shirt button number four and slips under his belt as he thinks out loud, "Mmm-mm, there's at least one hot muscle hunk I'd like to sink my cock into!"
His eighteen year old brother remarks, "You mean while I'm sinking mine into your ass?"
Breaking away, Marshall sets the telescope into a spin, Hunter catching the end.
"In your dreams bro!" he says as he walks back across the room, picks up his jacket and heads for the door.
"Hey, you owe me Marsh!"
"Pay you later. Got a date with the moving man next door!" He winks as he makes his exit.
Hunter smiles, knowing his brother's style. He'll get paid one way or the other. As it's always been, he knows Marshall will come through. Ever since he was in his early teens he's dominated his brother, something Marshall found exhilarating. Quite the contrary, Hunter has been the only guy Marshall has ever allowed to dominate him. All the rest have been made to see it Marshall's way. Not as forward or his brother, nor versed at how to pick up guys, he watches through the telescope to pick up clues. Of course, distance not being friendly, he relies as much as possible on body language, carefully studying Marshall from afar as he seeks out the muscular furniture mover. Intently watching his brother proceed, he draws up a negative response, "Not this one, bro," seeing Marshall following the moving man into the house. To him, it looks as if the muscular guy is leading his brother. Then, "Wonders never cease," he speaks his mind out loud as the moving dude
comes back out, Marshall still speaking, the guy taking out a piece of paper, writing something down and handing it over to his brother.
"See any good stars?"
Like with his brother, Hunter replies, "No," to his friend Barrett, as he unflinchingly stares through the lense.
"What do you feel up to today?" His eighteen year old high school pal asks.
"It's up to you," Hunter replies, seemingly uninterested as he watches Marshall still talking with the muscle guy.
"Cool! Can we go down to your basement?"
"If you want to," Hunter says, not paying attention to Barrett stripping down.
"Cool! If you want to, can you hit me in the stomach with the broom again?"
"Whatever," Hunter replies.
"And then use those croc clips on my nips again? Man, they really give me a hard-on!"
Hunter tears away long enough to joke, "What 'don't' I do to your nips that doesn't give you a hard-on, Barrett?"
Now that he's gazing upon Barrett, stripped to the waist, his attention wanders away from the telescope. Even though the dominant partner of their special relationship, one which has been brewing since they both found their special relationship, one of giving and taking, Hunter giving and Barrett the taking, he initiates the buildup of their after school fun, "Man I really feel like doing some damage today!"
"Oh-h-h-h... ooh that hurts so good!" He sighs and comments when Hunters fingers and thumbs mash Barrett's nips.
The hair on Barrett's pecs becomes distorted, matching the twisting motion of Hunter's hands. Barrett sighs in disappointment when Hunter releases them.
"Don't want to take all the fun out of what's to come, do we?"
"No way!" Barrett says, his own palms massaging his nips. Then, looking at Hunter as he strips down, himself going the rest of the way, he asks, "By the way, is Marshall around?"
Nonchalantly, as Hunter unbuckles his belt, "He's next door trying to get some ass."
Barrett asks as he steps out of his briefs and heads for the telescope, "Cool! Like how old is he?"
"Don't touch unless you ask!"
Smirking, Barrett says, "May I please look through your telescope Hunter?"
Barrett is already doing it as Hunter replies, "Okay, but you owe me."
"Oh man, the yard is filled with hotties. Which one is Marshall after?"
"Isn't he still there talking to the dude?" Hunter says, appearing next to Barrett, still in his briefs as he steals the telescope from his friend.
More interested in Hunter, Barrett doesn't reply, but instead drops to his knees. And as if a normal, everyday thing, he tugs Hunter's briefs down, his tongue right away taking advantage of the 'soft' moment.
Playing up to Hunter, Barrett asks, "If I make you hard enough will you fuck me, Hunter?"
Looking down between himself and the telescope, Hunter replies, "What was that?"
"I mean 'Master' Hunter?"
"It'll cost you more than weighted croc clips on your nips, boy!"
"Sure. Anything you want to do to me Master Hunter, just to have you deep inside of me!"
It was a game, played to the hilt, each leading the other on, which in turn stirred each others loins until they could no longer stand the environment of Hunter's bedroom. Even though it was 'talk', never once has their play come to where Hunter fucked the living daylights out of his high school pal. Just talk meant to stimulate.
"Anything?"
And as Barrett always says, "As long as you don't kill me!"
"Get real, Barrett," Hunter's response came, like every other time Barrett's sprung the phrase on him.
"I know," Barrett says.
If, after tons of after-school play, for the past year, the two haven't developed a sense of trust, then they might as well give up! A year ago, when Hunter's family moved into town, Barrett was a little chunkier, but still had the nice, big pecs, solid nips adorning them. Only within the last eight months has the fuzzy chest broadened into a nice dark brown mat, the thin trail down his stomach blossoming into a wider passage, the same dark trail embedded. Around his deep innie, the dark follicles swirled around, before dropping into the thick bush. Only disappointment for Barrett has been the small cock, which poked out at about five and a half inches. But it's not like Barrett and Hunter haven't been working at it, Hunter trying some stretch therapy to see if they can give Barrett's cock a boost in length!
As they walk down the flight of stairs to the ground floor of the mansion, Barrett says, "Hey, I've been thinking about the idea you had of hot wax and I think I'd like to try it."
"Yeah?" And playing Barrett up, "You think you can take it?"
"I don't know, but like everything else... well, I didn't think I could take croc clips on my nips and I could?"
It was meant not only to stir up conversation, but their loins, Hunter following up with, "Yeah and look... your nips can't get enough of it. Your cock like drools Niagra everytime we torture them!"
They laughed it off, even though the ordeal caused Barrett some hefty amounts of pain. But it wasn't pain which would put the ordinary Joe off. Deep down in Barrett's soul he yearned for it, since one enhanced the other, his nip pain shooting straight to his balls, churning up gallons of hot lava. And, it couldn't be just any Joe putting it to him. Right now, in Barrett's mind, it could be only Hunter and Marshall. Sure, he has had fantasies of other guys putting him into bondage and working over his nips or other parts of his anatomy. Once he had this massive cock-eruption, thinking of three FBI-dudes getting their hands on an Al-Qaida Torture Manual and trying out some of the stuff on him. Of course, Barrett had no idea what was in the manual, but had fun thinking about the possibilities, all geared to what would make him 'rise to the occasion'.
"Hey guys, mind if we join in?"
"Huh?" Hunter said. Then, to his brother, "Marsh, are you crazy?"
Marshall replies as he leads the muscled mover into the underground basement, "Relax bro. He's one of us!"
Walking right over to Barrett and Hunter, the muscle dude eyes Hunter up and down, saying, "Oh fuck! You and me could have some hot fun, boy," he said, a hint to his Hispanic accent.
"No, Hector. That's my bro... 'this' is who I was talking about," Marshall points out Barrett.
"Real shame," Hector says, taking one last scan of Hunter, from his face down to his exposed family jewels.
Hunter didn't say much to Hector, but he had plenty to unload to his bro. Drawing him aside, he complains, "What're you out of your gourd Marshall?"
As the two walk off to the other side of the spacious basement, Hector checks out Barrett. "So, what 'don't' you get into?"
"Um, well," Barrett says, a little nervous because it's not Hunter or Marshall he's confronting.
"Hey, you needn't be afraid, okay kid? I've played 'the game' hundreds of times. I know the rules," Hector reassured Barrett. Then, to start off, he hits Barrett up in his most vulnerable spots, "You like these worked over?"
"Ooh-h-h-h fuck, yeah!" Barrett responds to Hector's index fingers, softly wafting over each nip.
Still in the testing, while teasing one nip, the back of Hector's hand floats down the hairy stomach, a finger in and out of his bellyhole as he puts to him, "Like this?"
"Yea-ah," Barrett says.
And as Hector presses his finger in Barrett's navel, moving it clockwise, "How does this feel?"
"Good," Barrett replies.
"What was that boy?" Hector asks, pressing his finger into Barrett's bellyhole, fingernail meant to torment.
"Ooh-h... yes, Sir. Feels good Sir."
Stopping all action, Hector gets a whimper out of Barrett. "So, what were you and Hunter up to today?"
Hunter, returning from the conference he and his brother were having, says, "We were going to try out some hot wax. Barrett is not sure how much he can take."
"Is that so?" Hector scans Hunter another time and before moving on, extends his hand as he says, "I'm Hector Rodriquez and I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."
His eyes seemed to show it, the rough, macho, dominating facade wearing off for the moment as Hunter took the muscled dude's hand.
New to Hunter and Marshall, they had some investigating to do, so Marshall tells Hector, "Hunter doesn't get mad... he gets even."
Cracking a smile, a far departure from the rough masonry which emanated from Hector's personality moments ago, he tells Hunter, "Hey, I'm up for anything you can dish out!"
Marshall quips, "He's into 'young' masters."
"What about me?" Barrett asks, both because he and Hunter are the same age and because he feels highly neglected.
Taking the hint, Hector turns from Hunter and while staring at Barrett, asks, "You got some rope to tie this boy up?"
Facing each other, Marshall turns to his brother and with excitement states, "Have we got rope!"
While Hunter escorted his friend and Hector to the other side of the basement, under construction, whereas some raw beams still remained unexposed, Marshall went to fetch their 'stash' of rope and toys.
"Oh this is perfect!" Hector said of beams running lengthwise across the basement ceiling. Then, reaching a place, he stretched his own arms out, making connection with two side pillars.
"C'mon. Stretch your arms out here boy," he directs to Barrett.
While Hector positions Barrett's arms in place, where eventually rope will bind his stretched out bod, Hunter falls into a dreamlike state. As if it were himself pitted against Hector, he had the Hispanic stretched out, imagining what he looks like under the moving company uniform.
But too early is he shaken out of his fantasy, Marshall saying, "Here we go!"
Out on the cement floor he dumps the duffle bag, scores of toys making sounds, the bottom of the bag emptying out cords of rope.
"What's this?" Hector asks, holding up some clothesline.
Sarcastically, Hunter replies, "Clothesline. What does it look like, dah?"
If it were Barrett saying it, probably Hector would have belted him, but Hunter, he drew out of Hector the sweetest smile and response, "Anytime you want to dress me up, baby!"
"No time like the present," Hunter says, keeping his cool.
"What?" Hector says, thrown off base.
"But Hunter," Barrett protests.
"Marshall can take care of Barrett."
From the look of surprise, to one of total abandon, Hector says, "Yeah?" Turning to Marshall, he then says, "You don't mind if your little brother and I have some fun?"
As for Marshall, it wasn't a request, but a nice way for Hector to dictate his intentions, but still he answers, "Hey, you don't know what fun you'll be missing." And then Marshall directs to Hector's pass off, "isn't that so Barrett?"
"Yes, sir," Barrett replies, locking eyes with Marshall.
It hasn't only been Hunter lately that Barrett has been over to play with. In reality, which he has voiced opinion with Marshall, it's Hunter's older brother he's been more into roleplaying with, even though the discipline has tended to become rougher. But as Barrett has discovered, the rougher the plays has gotten, the more stimulated Barrett's desire!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....