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Lucrative Mining Operation 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Exhaling a deep sigh, Terence stood there behind Seth, leather strap dangling from his hand. He was slowly running out of lucrative ways in which to make this client's wishes 'bend' to meet his own criteria, of getting this teen off the hook so he didn't have to administer punishment. And that was the singled out word which really got Terence thinking all of this was totally wrong. How could he 'punish' Seth, when the kid didn't do anything 'wrong'? In his father's eyes, maybe it was 'his' concept, but for himself, well he was slowly thinking in the direction of intentionally 'breaking the rules'.
"That's it!" He called the truce, relinquishing himself from the war within.
Seth's face was so contorted, thinking the strap was going to slash his back, it mashed up his mouth and nose, his eyes closing tightly into a squinted fashion. Then he questioned, "Huh?" at feeling a knife gnawing at the rope around his right wrist. "What are you going to do with me?" he asks Terence, almost to his right.
"I don't know, but for the first time since I've been involved in this whole operation..." and instead of dwelling on the present, he reflected on the future, "Dammit! I'm like throwing everything in the book right out the window!"
"What do you mean?" A teen of principle, it disturbed Seth upon hearing the sililoquy from his captor's lips, which he felt was meant for him as well. In times of distress, sometimes people say the darnedest thing. For Seth, even though he hung there by one arm, the binding being worked to shreds by a knife, he probably should have been readying to make a mad rush for the door. Instead he asks, "Um, like you're not going to get into any trouble for doing this, are you?"
Stopped at his words, Terence also halted the sawing action, asking, "Would you rather I keep you bound and fillet your back?"
Eyes at first wide as saucers, realizing the other option, Seth takes a gulp of spit and replies, "No."
"Then just go with it?" Even though Terence rightfully didn't know where 'he' was going with this!
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why? Because maybe the two of us have something in common?"
Terence figured Seth might have sensed something, either the softness in his voice as he tried disuading him to renounce his gay sexuality, lying, or maybe his chest melded to the teen's back, he was 'feeling it', knowing his shaft was as hard as a rock. He did wonder how Seth was coping. After the last string was detached, Seth's other arm careened into his side. It did dawn on Terence his captive wasn't running for freedom.
He should have still been shaking in his shoes, sweating profusely, but instead Seth just stood there and without even thinking about bonds of trust and other qualities you would find in a friend or enemy, he smiled, replying, "You're gay too, right?"
And thinking his own assuptions correct, that Seth 'was' feeling something from the rear, Terence doesn't speak out but just smiles.
Like meeting on a blind date, instead of booking for the exit, Seth moves over to his left, where his captive had untied his remaining arm. He faced him with both his bod and words, "I felt something when you were behind me. Plus, I guess I have some of that 'gaydar' stuff?"
Cracking a slight smile, Terence says, "When I came out from behind you, I have to confess I was looking for a reaction from you?" He shifts his eyes down, then up, from the teen crotch to eyes.
"Um, like could you hold an erection being scared shit, mister?"
"Two points kid!"
"I'm not a kid! I'm eighteen years old, for your information!"
"Well that's great, but we've really got to be thinking about getting out of here."
And as Terence grabbed at Seth's left wrist, he pulled him along, heading for the door to the interrogation facility.
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A master of mixing pleasure and pain, Juan originally sought out to only relieve his balls, but almost as he was ready to enter, he changed his mind, thinking out loud, "Y'know gringo, it would be a pity not to play with those large melons?"
"Oh shit!" Bastien said. "Why don't you just fuck me and we'll call it even?"
It wasn't part of Juan's plan, overriding Bastien's idea. "I call it even, when you feel the mix of pain and pleasure!"
Bastien knew the score and nothing he could say would change it. He became a spectator to Juan walking over to his cupboard and bringing up some 'utensils'. Unfortunately for Bastien, one of his friends he had the orgy with, showed off his new toy, which was one in the same which Juan let dangle from his hand.
"Now I'm going to warn you gringo... this is most definitely going to hurt!" As he laughed, Juan reached down under Bastien's suspended bod. Cinching up his ball sacs with one hand, with some hardship because of size, squeezes them both into the collar. With haste, before a ball sac can escape, he squeezes it close with a 'snap'!
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk.... oh shit!" Bastien screamed out with the initial part of the ball parachute, strangling the skin tissue between his orbs and shaft.
Juan allowed the connecting chains to hang down. He then assesses, as he snaps his fingers, "Maybe I do not want you to secrete so much fluid yet!"
Some of the initial pain had subsided, but Bastien was still wincing, actually feeling sorry for himself for having such big orbs. His mind was feeling question when Juan returned with a leather lace.
"Time to 'kick it up a notch', gringo?" Juan says, taking the leather lace and tying it around the lip of Bastien's 9c. He doesn't overdo it on the tightness, figuring when he fastened the other end tightly to the chain, still biting Bastien's nips, it'll even itself out.
"Oh shit! Oh shit, no," Bastien says, like a deathwatch, watching Juan tie it to the chain.
He also held Bastien's stiff shaft up and after tying it off to the nip-chain, says, "Ready for the fireworks gringo?"
"No... no... no...." Bastien pleaded on deaf ears, already realizing his fate. Not as tough as having them first clamped down with the alligator clips, then small amounts of weights added to his sagging nips, still Bastien squealed with pain, making him wince as he threw his head back and howled like a wolf.
As if that wasn't enough, adding to the pain, Juan carefully strokes Bastien's hard cock.
"Ohhhh...akkk... oh..." It seemed Bastien's mind, or balls, couldn't make up his mind whether to feel some horrifying painful or good.
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"You don't think I'm stupid?" Judson poses to Clyde.
With his own opinion, as Judson lowers his arms from the ceiling, his ankles chained together, as well as his wrists in front of him, pinioned together by what seems to be inescapable padlocks, he still looks at this as opportunity. Clyde hummed an almost inaudible tone without moving his lips, until he replied, "Whatever happened to fighting fair and square?"
Smiling as he stood in front of Clyde, only with the chain from which his arms dangling from above, Judson replies, "I said we fight. I didn't say it had to be fair!" He laughs.
Fine for Clyde. In the backwoods of Austrailia, he learned quite a few tricks of which none of them would deem fair by any wrestling association. He hoped he could apply some of those shifty moves to this bad situation he was in.
"So now, when I remove the last obstacle we fight!" And since he planned on this from the beginning, being an unfair fight, before he went for the chain, he slams his fist into Clyde's midsection.
It definitely set Clyde off balance and he didn't see the next move as Judson removes the chain, his foot catching him in between the legs. "Ahh-h-h-h-h-h-ohh-h-h shit!"
Knowing enough to get as far away from his aggressor as possible, Clyde fled to the space in between two bondage tables.
"You can't run and you can't hide!"
It was true, with his feet permanently very close together, distance sealed by a connecting chain, Clyde couldn't cover too much distance. However, things they taught at the police academy, coupled with some of the things he learned in boot camp back in Austrailia, he adapted. And since this was, 'dirty pool', he felt no obligation to keep any set of rules, regarding any kind of fighting code of rules. Seeing a 'weapon' right at hand, he picked it up in defense.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Judson called out as the whip slashed him at the side of his abs, coiling around, affecting his back as well.
Like getting his revenge too, Clyde temporarily stopped from doing anything else, with Judson looking down upon himself.
"Oh shit! You've gone and messed up my muscled abs!" He was referring to the red welt extending across his stomach, coursing around his side.
For the first time since his captivity, Clyde saw some humor in all of this and laughed it off.
And while Judson was caught off guard, where opportunity knocked, Clyde picked up from the shelf under the bondage table a mean looking double-headed dildo, shaped much like a big salami. He yelled as he used all his strength to haul it up between Judson's legs, "That ain't all that's gonna get messed up!"
"You wanna play unfair, do you?" Somebody was a terrible housekeeper, toys lying all over the place. It wasn't tough for Clyde's quick-thinking action to kick in, him grabbing a pair of handcuffs as he jumps on Judson's back.
Already half bent over and holding his nuts, with dead weight jumping on his back, it only gave him more reason for a hideous scream, his tortured jewels being ground into the floor.
He was a cop. He knew how cufflinks worked. Fast-acting, Clyde's front crashed against Judson's back, pinning him to the floor, the cuffs slapped on his adversary's wrists in seconds and causing discomfort. He then smiled, seeing the double-headed dildo lying there, toying with the idea, "Hmm... I should really leave you to the authorities but you yourself saying this is an unfair fight!"
Half out of it, Clyde still felt Judson 'rock the boat', his back arching, as Clyde drove the dildo in as far as it would go.
"Thanks for the ride!" Clyde said as he used the bondage table as the fulcrum for uprighting himself. Wanting to put Judson down for good, he hummed as he looked around. In search for something more restraining, he found a pair of chain-cutters. He cursed quite a few times, trying to cut through what he deemed impervious, his own chained restraints. However, working up quite a sweat, he perserved and was free of his wrists and legs being bound together. The leather bindings being padlocked, he left alone. At least he could get around freely.
It might have been very funny, when he turned around, to see the dildo sticking out of Judson's ass, but under the circumstances, in the past several hours there was nothing much to humor either Clyde or Peter. Too, thinking he had at least put his captor out of commission, didn't expect the kick to the stomach.
Even though Judson's arms were cuffed behind his back, he didn't allow this to keep him from defending himself. Turning around, while Clyde was bent over from his lungs evacuating air, he fell right onto his back.
"Aa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-shit!" Clyde called out, his front cast to the cold floor. He felt something really hurting his back, but being he could look over his shoulder at the time, he could not tell it was the cuffs digging into his skin.
"I'm not finished with you yet!" Judson called out, immediately switching around and as he lay down on Clyde's back, his legs grabbed his prisoner in a choke hold. "Think you're smarter than me, cop?" He pulled and pulled and pulled.
Clyde tried resisting, but apparently his captor had done time in the gym and found it impossible to disconnect his legs from tearing his head backwards on its neck muscles.
"Time to go to sleep!" And true to Judson's words, slowly the prisoner between his legs began to doze, till there wasn't any movement. With caution he allowed Clyde's head to fall forwards. "You wait until I have you back in chains. I'm gonna fuckin' cave in your stomach!" He slowly released and found no life left in his captive. Too, as he shifted his legs around, Clyde remained the same. It made him proud. No matter how it came about, Judson was the winner. The giant jaws of the cutting pliers were right there. All he had to do is fit the chain between the cuffs in and 'cut'. Finding it awkward, he knew he had to 'fall' on them to cut through. At the risk of himself being injured, but with revenge on his mind, he forsook screwing up his hot, muscled bod.
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For the last hour, Ali had been riding his pony, off and on stopping and taking the pleasure of changing 'ass-gear'. He was ready to insert fist. There was plenty of lube in the cabinets. Where it meant the aggressors cock chafing, it was utilised. For a tight ass, is was a necessity. But there were times when entering a chute, dry, proved very pleasurable, the juices on the inside of a hot ass making the use of lube seem obsolete.
Left with information provided, about Billy, Ali says, "You want your ass filled, boy?" He then realized those moans and groans were coming from a blocked mouth. "No-o-o-o! We cannot have this!"
Removing the ball gag he got an immediate response, "Yes, sir."
"Hmm-m-m," Ali suddenly had differently regard for the twenty-four year old. "Wouldn't you be a treasure for the right man?"
Feeling himself out, Ali was totally ecstatic when Billy came back with, "Yes, sir."
Like with Terence, Ali was faced with a first-time experience, somebody actually 'loving' the abuse. "Hmm," he thought as he stood there with one arm across, under his pecs, the other, elbow sitting in the palm of his hand, hand at his face and rubbing over his heavy stubble. "Would sure make a nice trophy!"
"Yes, sir."
Tipping himself in half, Ali looks under Billy's bod as he is bent half over in the stocks. Rubbing his hand over Billy's underside, he says, "Nice... little hairy, but I can take care of that." And without further hesitation, he asks, "How you like to be 'my boy'?"
Ali's thirty-six years, to Billy's twenty-four seemed a nice match. Not only for this though, the almost stealth condition, nice rounded pecs, a moderate hard stomach, but of course Judson had worked it fairly hard with the blow to blow action of his fists, but when Ali's hand glided down over Billy's bellyhole and found a bounty worth saving for himself, he was convinced. The only problem was, if decided on making Billy his own private slave, it meant 'breaking the rules'. He wondered if he wanted to take the chance!
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"Where are we going mister?"
"I'm probably insane for doing this, but.... here," Terence said, upon reaching a lockup, one used for personal items.
One thing the 'mining operation' wasn't into was killing anybody. As contracts went, it was torture and return to society, where victims would live out their lives with scars inflicted in the name of the crimes they committed, which could take many forms.
The more Terence thought about it, as he opened and slammed closed locker doors, he knew he was doing the right thing. Seth hadn't committed any crime, but was sequestered away in the mining operation, based on the preference in which he preferred to live. Like himself, Seth didn't have a choice, seeking out the true freedom which was borne into him. If anything, he thought of the father as the real 'criminal' here. Too, he wondered why he was taking such a risk and as he opened and closed lockers, "I don't know why I'm fuckin' doing this? I'm like jeopardizing everything I've built up for myself in my life!"
Hoping, Seth tried rationalizing, "Um, could it be maybe you like me?"
With the next locker open, he switched his head around so fast it seemed it would break right off.
Shrugging his shoulders, Seth replies, "Just a wild guess?"
Turning back to his searching, Terence calls out, "Seth Hollister?"
"That's me," Seth replies as he stands there shirtless.
"Here, get dressed," Terence tosses him his shirt, socks and sneakers. "And," he takes off a shelf in the locker, "here's your personal items."
"Cool!" Seth exclaims. "I hope my cell is there too!" He said it with such confidence, a strong feeling he was being relieved of his predicament. Too, he was slowly admiring Terence, once his interrogator, now his friend, for helping to set him free.
"Everything is there which came in 'on' you." And without another second of hesitation, Terence slams the locker shut. "C'mon."
"Where are we going?"
Leaving Seth trailing, Terence replies, "Hell!"
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"Ahh-h-h... Ahh-h-h... Ahh-h-h-h!" Juan says soft and mellow, pulling all the way out and inflicting his eight inch spear on Bastien.
Regardless of his nips and balls being weighted down, his cock rocking up and down, causing even more nip stimulation, to Bastien it was all good, the pain weighed against having his ass chute massaged. "Ohh-h-h," he cooed in response.
True with both, neither could distinguish between the pleasure or pain, each giving and taking. If it had to rectified, most likely the fucking action would outweigh the taunting of the clamps tearing, stretching Bastien's nips, the ball-chute, moderately swinging, weights attached, his cock wanting to ooze out pleasureable sex's life-giving semen.
Juan's ears perked up, hearing Bastien, rather than criticize or complain, "You're good."
It made Juan smile, him responding, "Maybe you like to feel this everyday, gringo!" He laughed.
"Ohh-h-h-h," Bastien replied, as Juan sank into him, "how about every second of every minute?"
Testing, Juan says, "And I take good care of your nips and balls, gringo!"
"Ohh-h-h-h, whatever you say."
Suddenly he stopped, thinking more deeper about this proposition.
"Oh no! Please don't stop!"
Reaching around the front, stroking Bastien a little, it made his already stretched nips ache, and the ball parachute to swing more freely. He smiled, Bastien making comment in the same manner as having his ass plowed.
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Even though in transit, Clyde shook his head back and forth, coming around with things blurred. He was moving, finding himself propped up over his aggressor's shoulder. 'Oh shit!' he panicked, thinking if he didn't act fast he would be bound up, most likely to be used as a punching bag. Passing a bondage table, he grabbed at something and with all his might, pressing his lips together, inverted his back and slammed the wooden paddle down, making impact with ass.
Probably Judson screamed out with mouth wide open. An instant reaction, he covered his ass with his palms, hopping up and down.
Clyde snowboarded right down his back.
"Oh! Oh! Oh shit!" He cried out, doing bunny hops.
Landing, Clyde did something he learned along the way, meant for dodging bullets, but it worked for this as well, instead of landing on his head, he tucks his head in, rolls over, does an almost perfect somersault and lands sitting on his ass. Almost by instinct, he was up on his feet, turning towards his assailant as he stood and not allowing his captor to get the upper hand, rushed him, grabbing him around the waist from behind. He pulled with all his might, his clasped hands pushing into Judson's abs-cage as if he was doing the Heimlicher manuever.
Having some fancy moves of his own, Judson 'sits down', at least it was his plan in order to escape the circular hold Clyde on him. It worked!
"Think you're so smart, bastard!" Seeing where Judson was going, Clyde backs off, rather than hanging around for a head, or hands to pop him right in balls.
Flipping over on his front, Judson rushes Clyde and as their bods are about to clash, he moves to the right, sticking his leg out.
Crashing to the floor, Clyde yells, "Oh shit!"
In a split second, Judson is on him, stepping on the upper middle of his back, grabbing Clyde's wrists and pinning his arms behind his back. "Now... try to get out of this one!"
"Akkk-ak!" Clyde groans in pain, his arms being stretched behind him, the occasional pull making it seem they are ready to pop out of their sockets. Rifling through his brain, Clyde tries thinking of the counter-action. Only by utilising his muscular strength and brute force does he find the loophole, Judson moving his arms too far to the floor in order to wrench them back up behind his back, does he reverse the hold, bringing Judson's bod down so his chest smacks into his own back. Then, fast-as-lightning, he rolls over on his side, pins his aggressor to the floor.
Being a good move to relieve him of the seemingly perfect stationary hold, racking his shoulders, it moved Judson in for the advantage, putting Clyde into a rear scissors nelson, replicating a standing full nelson. "Think you're... so.. smart!"
However, before Judson can complete the hold, ensnaring Clyde's legs with his own, Clyde is right on top of things, doing a crunch, then slamming his back, with Judson attached, into the floor. He does this over and over until he wears his opponent down, making him release. "Next?" Clyde says, as he weasels out of his captivity and faces Judson.
"You're not going to win and when I do, you're going to suffer the worst beating of your life!"
They rush each other, head on. Feeling a little dizzy, could be from his temporary blackout, Clyde is unable to achieve domination, Juson bowling him right over, putting him in a school boy pin!
From all the motion and activity, as Judson bowls Clyde over, straddles his bod somewhere above his pecs, what should happen? His codpiece becomes dislodge, popping at the snaps. His hands grasp Clyde's wrists, as he pins Clyde to the floor.
Now, Clyde didn't have a gay gene in his bod, but being put in another confining hold, he didn't wish to chance having another blackout. It could prove fatal, but when opportunity presented itself, Judson's cock and balls come tumbling out, he swallowed his straight pride and gave himself consolation, 'time for you to go down!' With those words in mind, Clyde opens his mouth wide and takes one of Judson's humongous balls in his mouth. He wasn't in the position of maiming, but pulling hard on the sac was enough to jar Judson loose.
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh fuck! No-o-o-o-o!" he called out, his hands switching from binding Clyde's arms to the floor, to trying to rescue his ball sac.
From there, it wasn't tough for Clyde to thrust his arms forwards, slap Judson hard on the pecs with both fists and not having the heart to rip the guy's balls off, opened his mouth. "Enough of this shit!" He couldn't discount the fact it was entertaining, but this wasn't a World Wrestling Entertainment production, so he went in for the kill. Wanting to have this over with, Clyde's adrenaline seemed to kick in, rushing Judson, vocalising, "Ha-ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dominating the scene, as Judson bounced back, to a kneeling position, he grabbed him in a choke hold, lifting him right to his feet. "Time to end this dance!" And then repeatedly, without hesitation, after the first gut punch, he slammed his fist another time, then another, into Judson's gut, until the hold he had on him felt like his head were a bowling ball and sagging with time. He let go of him, ready to counter any attack. None came.
"No-o...no! Please," Judson held up his hand like a stop sign. "No more," he pleaded, holding his the massive red patch in the middle of his solar plexus.
"Yeah right! Just like you and your buddies stopped when you were torturing my partner?" And taking a very quick glance over towards Peter, he knew he had a different agenda to tend to. "Get on your feet!"
And when he didn't Clyde got him on his feet, again choking the strength out of his bod. Then, as they approach the place where Clyde hung by his arms, he threw Judson onto the floor, making him roll over and when he lay on his back. Clyde stomped on his stomach.
"Hough-h-h-h-h-h-h.... oh!" Judson reacted when his wind was knocked out him.
In reaction, he tried to sit up, but Clyde's other foot was there, planted midchest. "You ain't going nowhere this time, asshole!" Looking up, a myriad of chain and rope hung from the ceiling. He reached up, but the rope was just barely beyond his reach. An evil thought came over him. Squatting down he took a leap upwards, reaching for the rope.
"No-o-o-o-o-o!" Judson shouted out.
He didn't have time to roll out of the way in time, Clyde's heel first sinking into his gut, following by the other one slapping against his chest.
But it was Judson's stomach taking the hardest hit, him groaning out loudly as if a freight train hit him.
Both hands were clutching at Clyde's ankle, but from the grasp he could tell his heated confrontation had worn him down. Judson actually made it easier for Clyde to grab at his arm, pull him up and crudely attach one of the ropes to it. Then looking up, with intention of grabbing the other rope for the other wrist, he says out loud, "I guess not!" The second rope out of reach, even if he hopped up, he wouldn't be able to secure it with his hand. So, he grabbed the free hand and bound both together. "Now!" he rubbed his hands together, after stepping off the red, sore stomach, "How does this gizmo work?" He wasn't exactly paying attention the first time, as his arms rose above his head, leaving his whole bod vulnerable to his torturer. But he was a smart cop and in no time he was using a winch to haul Judson up like a side of beef.
As his arms rose towards the tall cavern ceiling, his hands led the way. As his back came off the floor, Judson's head sunk backwards. He breathed heavy. With no mercy, even though he wasn't a merciless man, Clyde kept on until his torturer's bod stood straight up. He anchored the winch, walking towards the hanging bod. Passing by a bondage table, he picked up something. Standing in front of his strung up captive, he drew the extra large buttplug back and thrust it into the already red stomach, as he barked, "And this is for Pete!"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`Lucrative Mining Operation' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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