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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
HuNTeR GeTs CaPTuReD By ThE GaMe 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Returning home Hunter raided the refrigerator. Finding nothing much of value, the house cook, having the weekend off, his nose found the containers of gourmet food Frederic left, 'annoying' to the senses, his nose taking in the whiffs from a lifted lid. Slamming the door shut, Hunter immediately reported to the kitchen desk, the place where Frederic would toil over the week's menu. Rifling through the drawers, he held up something which made him exclaim, "Frederic!" At first he had a look of astonishment, which mellowed out to a smile, eyeing up the nip-clamps!
However, his stomach ruled right now and his search through a deck of business cards, found him the one for Bardelli's Pizzeria. The phone was right there on the wall, but Hunter was used to reaching in his pocket for his cell phone. He thought, "Oh no-o-o!" when his hand hadn't produced it. Not wanting to accept the inevitable, he dove into the opposite pants pockets. Double shit! "Oh fuck, man!" he cursed to himself, rolling his eyes to the top of his head, thinking what a stoopid idiot he was to allow his cell phone to drop out of his pants pocket!
Standing there for a moment, he slouched, a hand tucked in the top of each pants pocket, wondering if he should storm right over to Steve's house or, could he survive the weekend without his main means of communication? suddenly he hears a loud thud at the kitchen door. There was no doubt to his thoughts, him saying out loud, "Steve!" Hastening towards the back door, instead of a man with a cup in his hand, soliciting flour, he found him simply standing there. It was dark, but he could make out the pale moonlight shining off of Steve's shoulders. Turning on the back porch light, he could see Steve holding something in his mouth. Opening the door, Hunter retrieves the object, saying as he turns around, seemingly ignoring Steve, "My cell phone. You found it!"
"Um yeah. You're welcome!" He follows Hunter right into the kitchen.
His back towards Steve, Hunter says, "This is great because I really can't stand the stuff Frederic left us and my stomach was like craving for pizza!"
Waiting patiently, Steve stood there in the buff, arms still clad behind his back.
"Hey yeah... Dominic..."
It was quite a wait, all of a few minutes while Steve listened to Hunter catch up on Dominic's love life!
"Fifteen minutes? You'll put a rush on it? Oh cool Dominic... Thanks..." And before Hunter closed off the conversation, "By the way, if Salv's on could you... You did?" Hunter answered Dominic, him already saying Salvatore was appointed as delivery boy. "You're the man Dominic!"
"At least somebody's 'the man'," Steve says as he sets ass up on one of the kitchen counter stools.
"Oh, are your wrists still in cuffs?" Hunter asks, a smile after posing the question.
Joking, Steve replies, "Um, aren't you wondering why I'm not strangling you?"
"Such violence Steve!" Hunter replies, having the feeling it's a put up job.
"Violence? After 'you' whipped my cock till it turned beet red?"
Standing next to Steve, Hunter cocks his head so he can look into Steve's lap. He takes the liberty to straightening out Steve's lap. "Hmm... doesn't look it now Steve! Hey!" Hunter notices, "it's not getting hard. Whatsammatter? It broke or something?"
"Don't get offended, but you're not exactly turning me on Hunter!"
"Oh man. You really know how to hurt a guy, Steve!" Hunter says, leaning over on the counter top, his elbow tabled, leaning almost in front of Steve.
"Not like you hurt my cock!"
"But you were liking it. I mean... how else would I have been able to cool your cock down if you hadn't secreted all that lube?"
First Hunter's eyes looked like they were shut, but really he was trying to look into Steve's lap without being noticed.
Snagged, Steve made it a point to look, only because of Hunter's staring.
"Oh my Steve! Did I do that?"
And to prove his point, not in reference to his cock looking pointy, "Like with my hands behind me, how can you convict me, dah?"
Standing up, Hunter was ready to answer Steve. His mouth was open with his first word, when glancing across the room he spotted a container which held Frederic's kitchen tools.
"What?" Steve questions as Hunter takes to walking behind him, around his bod, to the opposing counter, then turn. "Oh no you don't!"
Hunter has a toothy grin on his face as he holds up an orange, silicon spatula.
"We're not playing here," Steve reverberates.
"You said yourself Steve, 'we have the whole weekend'!"
"What happened to the report you have due on Monday?"
"Oh, I finished that damn thing in study hall on Thursday!"
"You lied to me!" Steve acused.
Hunter, approaching Steve, tapped the edge of the rubbery spatula on his other hand as he says, "Oh? And exactly what was your plans for me after borrowing the cup of flour?"
"Sugar, damn it and no! I wasn't planning anything of the sort. You've got it all wrong!"
"Do I now, Steve?" Hunter asks. Slouching, it wasn't tough for Hunter to view the pink nip almost hidden below Steve's dark chest fur. "Perky little thing!" Hunter said, flicking his nip with the tip of the spatula.
"Oooh-h.. stop that!"
As before, Steve's coy approach to everything made Hunter say, "Which means do it again, Steve?"
"I'm not playing Hunter. I mean it. I only came over here to return your cell phone and for you to figure a way of getting these cuffs off."
"Where's the key?"
He flicked Steve's nips, "Ooh... stop that! I damn well almost broke both arms tearing the bed apart. Wasn't in it, nor under it!"
"Dangerous thing Steve, playing a game without all the parts," Hunter patronized him, as he walked around him, tapping the spatula between Steve's cuffed hands, tickling the bit of hair of his lower back.
Straightening up, like a chill sent through his bod, Steve replies, "I know. Usually I'm not this careless."
"Oh, so you've played with these cuffs before?"
"I told you. No... I... Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Steve cried out, cocking his head back on the hinge of his neck as he squinted his eyes shut, resulting from Hunter really slamming the spatula down on Steve's left pec.
"Oh c'mon Steve. You know you loved it!"
"Ohh-h-h... don't do that," Steve complained as Hunter ran the flat edge of the spatula down Steve's swollen shaft. He picked up a bead of cum on the tip of the cooking implement. "Hungry for some gourmet food, Steve?"
The toy was in place, the toyer toying, when the front bell rang.
"Must be Salv with the pizza!" Hunter exclaimed.
After five seconds, Steve asks, "Aren't you going to go let him in?"
"Nah. Salv knows better."
Wondering what that meant, Steve got the shock of is life when the kitchen door swung open.
There stood Salv, his mouth dropping open, which dropped a white paper bag on top of the two boxes of pizza, the complimentary calzone which he carried between his teeth. "What the hell is this Hunter?"
New to the neighborhood, what did Steve know?
"My new neighbor next door, Steve Rhys. Steve, this is Salv Bardelli. His Uncle Dominic runs the place."
By this time the twenty-two year old pizza delivery guy had rounded the table, setting the pizzas on the counter, almost in front of Steve.
"Damn good lookin'!" Salv says. "Nice little tuggers!"
"Oooh-h-h!" Steve's voiced opinion as Salv takes the liberty of singling out Steve's pink nips, giving them a little mashing and tug, before desserting them.
Hunter replies, "Salv has a thing about nips!" Volunteering first, Hunter strips his tee off over his head, saying, "If you got some time Salv, I thought we could have a little pizza party?"
"Hell yeah!" Salv yells out, not being able to keep his eyes off of Steve's chest.
"Um, won't your uncle be missing you down at the pizzeria?" Steve says, not sure about all this.
"Nah. He knows when I deliver out here I might not be coming back," Salv replies as he begins unbuttoning his shirt.
Old news, Hunter's bod, Steve checks out Salv, button by button. As Salv pulls open the front, like Superman, and strips it, Steve says, "Looks as if you like a bit of nip work yourself!"
"Oh yeah. Had a customer work'em last night. Did a hot job on them. He said if I was up to it, he and his buds were having a Super Bowl party tomorrow, to stop by. But hell, looks like we can have our own little Super 'Ball' party?"
Again Steve moans, as Salv checks out his super balls!
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"Are you fuckin' crazy Marshall? These chaps cost me like sixteen hundred bucks!"
"Oh really? You better think about better quality next time. His knife cuts through leather like butter!" More than playing, it turned Marshall on, knowing Simon was getting pissed by the minute, him slicing up the leg of his expensive pants.
"Oh man! When I get loose you're going to be mincemeat!" Simon replies, tugging harshly at his bound wrists.
"Hmm, I wonder what the guys would think tomorrow, coming down here and finding you all trussed out like a turkey, your nips and balls all stretched out?"
"You ain't keeping me fastened to this table. We were meant to stop playing tonight."
"Who says Simon? You didn't mention that as one of your rules?" Marshall said without intimidation as he sliced up the other leg, removing scraps of Simon's pants. The rest was simple, as Simon had already lost the codpiece prior to his knee to the balls trickery.
Simon went to say something, when Marshall retrieved one of the toys he found in the cabinet, tossing it up and catching it like a tennis ball. "Now don't be shy. Open up for me Simon!"
Keeping his teeth clenched, Simon kept from surrendering to the ball gag.
"Have it your way!" With that, Marshall made a grab for Simon's balls, squashing the humongous globes, one slipping out of his hand because two were too big to clasp. He gave them a twist.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh..sh...." It all happened so fast, it was over in seconds, Simon's shouts of pain silenced, his opinion of the ball gag in his mouth reduced to mumblings.
"Nice fit!"
Experiencing more fits of rage, Simon's throat more exclaimed the unpleasantness.
"Y'know," Marshall states, feeling up his own crotch, "I think I really need to have some relief?" And looking down at the table, from what Simon had already mentioned, "I wonder what this is for?"
One press of button treated the table like a compression lift in a car repair shop. Right under Simon's ass, the table began to rise.
"How handy!
Marshall comments, this time keeping the button depressed, Simon's ass reacting to the opposite, rising further.
"Oh! I can see why you're being caused such discomfort!
Marshall making the call wrong on purpose, it not being because Simon's ankles remain fastened to the table, but Simon trying to voice opinion to the impending action taken.
"Can't have your bindings detract from the pain of my cock busting your ass open, can we?
Thrashing about, it took a minute, Marshall able to unhook the ankle cuffs from the bondage table quite easily, shot each leg up towards the ceiling and re-anchor them to hooks dangling from chains.
"Perfect!" He said of the view from the bottom of the table, eyeing up Simon's hairy ass entrance. "You sure know how to build a bondage table!" And walking to the side of the table, he toyed with him, "Huh? Whadya say Simon?" And after unbuckling the ball gag, "What's up?"
"You fuckin' know what's up!" Simon replies. "Untie me!"
"Let you up Simon? What and spoil our game?" Of which Marshall deduced wasn't a game any longer. Sure, the ball bashing and gut punching were part of it, but after subjecting Simon to the bondage table, cutting up his expensive leather chaps and raising his cherry-ass up, he knew this wasn't any game. Yet, Marshall always liked things on the wild side!
"This ain't no game and when I get up from this table, you'da wished you hadn't...." So engrossed in his threats, Simon didn't see it coming and like an orange stuffed in his mouth, he didn't seem to have a choice in the matter, his threats being once again sealed off.
"What a pity! I would have loved to hear your opinion as I'm stuffing myself into your ass, Simon!" Marshall laughed it off.
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"Hey! Nice bracelets. Got a pair for me?"
"Hmm... good question," Hunter said, going back to rummaging through Frederic's desk.
In casual conversation, as what looked to Steve as Salv clearing the counter to eat pizza, he says, "Hunter's such a nice guy, isn't he?"
Steve replies, a bit of sarcasm attached, "A wonderful boy."
"Yeah. He can be a lot of fun. He's always helped me out when I get in the mood for some kinky fun. I see he's done the same for you Steve. Say, what can you get into?"
Actually, Steve wondered the same about Salv, seeing him completely clean the long, wide kitchen counter off, then, in the buff, hop up onto it, lie down and stretch out.
"No cuffs, Salv," Hunter replies.
"No problem. He can have mine," Steve says.
"Cool!" Salvatore replies.
"Only one problem," Hunter interjects, "Steve doesn't have the key."
"Oh that's an easy fix!"
Steve perked up, him and Hunter exchanging glances. They both watched, Hunter behind Steve's back, Steve trying to peer over his own shoulder, watching Salv work wonders with a skewer.
"Um, don't miss, eh Salv?" Steve asks. "I don't feel like being trussed up for barbecuing this evening?"
"Oh man wouldn't that be awesome!" Salv stops his toying with the cuffs, his head towards the ceiling, thinking out loud, "My beefy bod searing away on a hot grill!" He then returned to his work.
"Owch!" Steve said, not from the skewer harming him, but thinking of Salv's hairy, beefy, muscular bod on a hot grill, flames licking at his meaty pecs and spare ribs.
"I didn't knick ya did I?" Salv asks.
"Not yet," Steve replies. "How long before..." but as he said it, he hears one click, then the other.
"Cool!" Salv says, immediately trying to fit them around his wrists. "Oh bummer! They don't fit!" he tries closing one around his big wrist. "Oh well. I'll have to do without!"
Hunter was on his guard a little. Afterall, he didn't really know Steve and after leaving him to his own vices, he wasn't sure if revenge was on his mind.
But he thought otherwise when Steve directs to Salv, "So what were you up to there, Salv?"
"Oh well," Salv replies, perhaps some disappointment in his voice because he wasn't going to have any jewelry attached to his wrists, "ya see, Hunter gets a kick out of..."
"Me, Salv?" Hunter replies.
"Um, me... I mean I kind of get this really cool, erotic feeling when guys eat off of me."
"You mean 'eat you'?" Steve puts it to him, watching Salv butt his butt up to the edge of the table, then hop up on it.
"No," Hunter says, "he means, 'eat' 'off' of him. Like his bod as the plate?"
Steve jokes, "Could be risky cutting the steak?"
"I knew you were after my ass!" Hunter accuses Steve.
"I wasn't even thinking that!" Steve tries explaining.
Salv says, "Um, the pizza's getting cold?"
Steve watches as Hunter opens a box of pizza, some steam escaping. He watches as Hunter takes a whole pie, upends one side of the box and lets it slide.
"Ohh-h-h-h-h... oh.. oh... that's hot!" Salv complains as the pizza slides out of the box, covering his pecs and part of his stomach.
"What tha?" Steve says, scratching his head as he watches the pizza sitting atop Salv's chest. He also looks for signs of Salv liking it, which the evidence is purely stated!
"Um, there's extra sauce in the bag!"
"Steve, want to get the sauce?"
He does go for the bag, but the whole time his attention is focused on Salv's bod, lest he miss any action. He turned for a moment, hearing Salv repeat his performance, turning back quickly as the other pizza on Salv's lower abs, the edge of the pizza right at the base of his cock, which incidently stood up straight like a breadstick, only thickerer!
As Steve stands next to the table, jar of sauce in hand, he renders, "You mean I have to eat my pizza off of him?"
Hunter says, "Nobody invited you!"
"Oh. Okay. If that's the way you want to be," Steve answered like Hunter, a snot!
"Hunter, why don't you come up here too and we can eat like we usually do?"
"What's this?" Steve asks, like he's ready to have a field day.
Hunter exclaims, "Salv, shut up you idiot!"
"Is he meaning 'you' up on the table, next to 'him'?"
Ready than deny it, Hunter replies, "Yeah, well, sometimes I get in the mood."
"My oh my," Steve jokes, "The 'Hunter' gets captured by the game!"
Salv wasn't saying anything. As it went, Hunter would have a blast lying on the table next to Salv, him eating the pizza, slice by slice from Salv's outstretched bod. Salv would join in, both touching each other with the gooey sauce. Only tonight, Steve cuffed, had inspired Salv to want the same.
Somehow, even though Hunter 'was' playing it cool, Salv up on the table, these pizzas on his chest and stomach began getting him horny as hell. So, he invented a rule as he climbed up on the table, "If you want pizza Steve, you have to be up on the table!"
"Incredible!" Is all Steve could make of Hunter climbing up on the kitchen island, lying down next to Salv, then dragging a slice of pizza off of his stomach, sauce dripping down Salv's ribs. Feeling horny himself, what else could he feel, seeing two naked men up on the kitchen island, one draped in pizza, the other one eating a slice of pizza off his stomach. "Well guys... being I'm so famished," he rubbed his hands together, Steve found his niche, hauling his bod up, kneeling, then asking, "Where am I going to fit?"
Seeing what dangled between Steve's legs, Salv replies, "Um, between my ass cheeks?"
"Strong possibility!" Steve replies. But then he gazed at Hunter.
"I knew it!" Hunter quipped.
Steve reacts, "Get over it, Mary!" With that, he slapped his ass down on the table, quite the contrary statement rendered by Hunter, right between his unparted legs. "Hmm... now where do I take the pizza from?"
Scooting up a bit, Hunter rests on one elbow, directing Steve to Salv's chest. "Here, but watch out. Your topping might include some hair!"
"Yum!" Steve says, not really sure how he would feel about it, but adds, "I need all the protein I can get!"
Hunter says, "I can help you out with that with no problem Steve!"
Steve flutters his eyebrows.
"That's no fair!" Salv protests.
Seeing why, Hunter says, "Cool it Salv. You can still suck me off while Steve is sucking you off!"
'Nice of him to offer', Steve thought, but threw in his two cents, "While you suck me off Hunter?"
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Like Boris Karloff laughter, Marshall kneeled on the bondage table, his meat all primed, ready to pierce Simon to the core. "Ready to have your inside torn to pieces Simon?"
Last chance effort, Simon bucked at his bindings, but with his wrists cuffed to the bondage table, his legs high up in the air, butt elevated by the contraption built into the table to position a man's ass for fucking, he didn't have much choice, except to surrender to his fate.
"Not!"
"Huh?" Simon said into the ball gag, his face showing his surprise.
"Hey, I might owe you for a pair of chaps, but you don't think I'm going to turn a man into my enemy who is going to be helping to turn me on for years to come?"
Doubly surprised was Simon, watching Marshall lower his legs, the chains guiding them to the bondage table. Settling on the table, the ankle cuffs automatically fell from their hooks. He proceeded to lower Simon's ass, then attack the wrist cuffs.
But when Simon was free of his bondage, he uncoupled the ball gag. All was not rosy for Marshall as he hopped up off the bondage table and jumped him. "I'll teach you!"
"Oh fuck!" Marshall exclaimed as he was taken down.
First act of retribution, Simon's fist pounded Marshall's balls into the floor.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Marshall exclaimed.
A master of giving pain, yet knowing the limits, Simon didn't suffice with one blow to the balls. Standing, he kicked Marshall's legs apart, heaving the toe of his foot. Lucky for Marshall, he had removed Simon's boots before binding him to the table!
Again, Marshall voiced-over the pain he felt. Also, this time, Simon allowed him to roll over onto his stomach. Even though it was his own harness he had lent Marshall, Simon cut through the mutiple strands of leather, till Marshall's back was bare. Adrenaline keeping him pumped, he says, "I'll teach you to play with the big boys!"
As Marshall had done, Simon, even more testosterone-empowered, picks Marshall up like a rag doll and throws him on the table, but on his stomach. Unfortunately for Marshall, it clipped his balls as well, causing untold pain, which he reacted.
"Oh man... you would make such a hot, fuckin' 'boy'!" And for now, it's how Simon treated Marshall, returning from where the assortment of whipping implements hung and without mercy, raining the muti-frond tool down, across his back.
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A bit of surprise was in store across town, as Hunter controlled the table action, by this time having both Salv and Steve flat out on their backs.
"Ready for some lube Steve?" Hunter called out, dousing Steve's chest, stomach and pubes with pizza sauce.
Expecting 'hot', like the hot steaming pizza treatment Salv got, Steve reacted, but mellowed out when the sauce poured from the jar lukewarm. "Ohhhhhhhh!" He makes comment, "Lubing me up Hunter?"
"In your dreams Steve, okay?"
"Just kidding!"
But it's from Salv's lips Steve hears, "Oh Hunter don't swing that way, Steve."
Steve understood, but his face must've shone otherwise.
Salv rearranges his thoughts, puts them into perspective, "Hunter doesn't get fucked, if you know what I mean Steve?"
"Oh sure, Salv. Perfectly."
Then Salv, attending to his slice of pizza, gave Hunter and Steve a moment of privacy, staring at each other, Hunter apologizing with a silent word of exchange, 'Sorry'! He bunched his shoulders up as he said it.
Steve shook his head as if saying 'It doesn't matter.'
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Down in Simon's dungeon, things finally came to rest in the middle of the room, the wide open space where normally one or two bods were trussed up to chains hanging from the ceiling.
Simon's voice broke the silence, as the two lay, splayed out on the floor, "You wouldn't happen to have been into high school wrestling?"
"College, too," Marshall replies, sighing as he rolls from front side to back. Feeling his stinging back, he winces and coaxes himself back to lying on the spongy floor, faced down.
Apparently, after the first two lashes, Marshall's adrenaline spiked, rolling off the bondage table. Tripping up Simon, the two went at it on the floor, winding up in an open space, favorable to a wrestling match.
"I guess I really did a number on your back with that flogger, huh?"
Boldly, Marshall replies, "I'd say it evens us up with the damage I did to your chaps!"
"Well yeah... I guess we could call it even."
It then mystified him, something coming to him, asking, "I got one question though?"
"Yeah?" Simon asks, lying there in a pool of his own sweat.
"You were coming on to me like submitting, but when it came time to take your ass, you acted totally different?"
"I was pissed. You cut up my favorite chaps. That's all."
"Oh," Marshall then guesses, "Your ass is still up for grabs?"
"I could do with a shower. How about yourself?"
Marshall was all for it, summing up it probably meant an eventual detour to Simon's bedroom!
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"Hey! Thanks for letting me do this professor!" Salv said, learning of Steve's profession, as he departed not the kitchen, but rather Steve's backyard after a dunk in the pool.
"I'll be running the pool filtering system all night!" Steve replies as he and Hunter hug the edge of the pool, thinking of soggy pizza and diluted spaghetti sauce.
Hunter asks, "Did you really tear your bed apart to find the key to the cuffs, Steve?"
"I got a confession to make. I didn't even try looking for them. Mad at me?"
"No," Hunter replies. "What I'm mad at though are the tooth marks in my cellphone!"
"I didn't bite down that hard!"
"Oh which reminds me!"
"What?" Steve questions him.
"Salv wants to know if you and he could get together for a nip-tug-o-war?"
"Only if you are the referee?"
"How else am I going to get hard, Steve?"
"The way you kept Salv hard?"
"Salv keeps himself hard. He didn't need you and me there tonight. He can keep himself hard by using his vivid imagination!"
Steve figured as much, but he had something on his mind, "Does he always have you masturbate on his pizza before he eats it?"
"It's how he likes to wrap up our playing. Why? Curious?"
"I suppose, other than the pizza, it's no different than eating a guy's cum, straight from the source!"
"So are you up to a slice of cum-pizza without the pizza, Steve?"
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`HuNTeR GeTs CaPTuReD By ThE GaMe' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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