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Lucrative Mining Operation 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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A half hour following the resolution of the incident involving the robbery, with shots fired, Uncle Bob dead, the oasis was teeming with police cars and medical transport. If it had been an ordinary day, pending a scene of robbery and even murder, response might have involved two patrol cars and maybe an ambulance. However, on this day, it happened that deep within the confines of a secret cavern, something meant to be kept secret was made public to the law enforcement community. With it, came stepped up police activity. So, descending on this desert outpost, it commanded more law enforcement attention, the location being about five miles from location of the dungeon complex with the caverns.
Seth was surprised, since Terence had said they needed to keep a low profile, he was open and talking with one of the detectives.
Another fact, like he had suspected, 'Terence' wasn't Terence's name and Terence made no reference to it as he dictated his name for the officer to write down, "That's Verbruge, with one 'g'," 'Terence' spelled out for him as he wrote in the last name, following the first, 'Erik'.
Waiting his turn, along with the other two he was bound against the wall with, they probably thought the three arrived at the desert outpost together. Too, up until now, Terence... Erik, hadn't mentioned anything to Seth. He was very much surprised when, after giving out some personal information, Erik turns to the three, singling him out, saying, "Steve, he's with me."
Seth looked towards the other two, thinking Erik meant one of them. However, Erik was wiggling his index finger at him to 'come on', so he stood up. And as Erik's lead was provoking him, he announces, "Uh yeah, I'm Steve." He took a quick glance at a shelf of canned goods, "Steve Heinz."
With a laptop as their vehicle, they ran checks on both. Fortunately for Seth, 'Steve Heinz' turned up matching his description perfectly and he went along with being from Oshkosh, Wisconsin, even though he really was from Erie, Pennsylvania! However, the detective looked at him strangely, Steve asking, "Something wrong officer?"
Smiling, the detective replies, "First of all, I'm not referred to as an officer. I am a detective 'with' the local law enforcement. Secondly, there is one glitch in the character sketch with the information you gave?"
Erik and Steve began to panic.
"Says here, this Steve Heinz has blond hair. Did you color your hair brown?"
Smiling with relief, the detective probably couldn't tell the difference, Steve responding, "Exactly." And not meaning to divulge a secret, "I got tired of guys hitting on me because I was a blond." He knew to say this, because one of Seth's friends had a gay porn movie and they watched it one afternoon after school. The character in the movie had done and said the same thing.
"I see," the detective said, giving Steve a smile and 'look'. He turns to Erik and asks, "And you?"
Oncoming, from their first meeting, Erik already had his suspicions, replying, "I think I can safely say the three of us 'are'?" Knowing it was leaving Seth, 'Steve', in the dark, Erik clears the air, "You're not the only gay one Seth!"
"Seth?" the detective replies after Erik's blurb.
"Oh shit! Did I say Seth? I meant Steve," Erik replies so involved with the notion the detective is gay like them.
Smiling, relaxing in his chair, the detective, whose job it is to not only gather facts, but speculate, replies, "Seth huh? I suppose this answers the question as to why you're not a blond?" But he also interjects, turning to Erik, "So what's your real name, 'Erik'?"
Seth wonders if Erik is going to tell. But why should he be of suspicion, when he was found in some database as being 'Erik Verbruge'?
Straight-faced, Erik replies, "I 'am' Erik Verbruge and as your check up on me reports, I 'am' from Norwalk, Conneticut, Detective ?"
"So it does," the detective responds, eyeing up the info on his computer, having browsers open to 'Erik Verbruge' and 'Steve Heinz'. "However..." he shuts his laptop, "I'm not so thoroughly convinced you two aren't hiding something from me? So maybe we'll have to take this down to my office?"
"No.. I mean... my name 'is' Seth Hollister, okay? I'm from Erie Pennsylvania and I've runaway from home on account of my father doesn't approve of me being gay. I ran into..." he almost slipped, "Erik here and he's trying to find out what to do."
Opening his laptop, he waited a short second to reboot, then clicked off 'Steve Heinz'. "Is that one or two L's?"
"Hollister? Two," Seth replies.
"Erie, PA, you say?"
Erik was all clammy when Seth confessed, but he was confident, Seth bypassing some of the facts of the past day of his life, things were going to fall into place and the 'gay shit about running away from home', made the story more credible, since it was commonplace nowadays.
"Checks out!"
Silent for the longest time, Erik finally speaks up, "But we didn't get your name yet, detective?"
"I was sure I did?" And realizing Erik could be right, he stands and offers, "Detective Derek Drew, homicide division of the Salt Creek Police Department?"
A good guess of people, Erik offers his hand and looks into Drew's eyes as he says, "It's really good to meet you Detective Drew."
"You too," Derek replies, accepting Erik's cordial greeting.
Seth takes note, the passing of something unsaid between the two. But he brushes it off as being all new to this and asks, "So what happens now?"
Going out on a limb, Erik replies, "So Derek, where would one go to get a beer to quench a thirst in these parts?"
'Beer?' Seth thought. They were on the run. As per Erik's instruction, they were supposed to be keeping a low profile 'and he wants to have a beer with the detective of a police department'? "Don't you think we should be going, Erik?" Seth asks, tugging on his flannel shirt.
Before Erik can respond, Derek jumps in with, "There's a little pub outside of Salt Flats, not far from here." Then he asks, "Where are you headed?"
Erik replies, "Salt Flats!"
Then Seth thought what a dunce he was, thinking back a few hours to Erik saying they had to make a stop in Salt Flats. As they walked to Detective Drew's unmarked car, Seth figured he'd leave it up to Erik about where they were going and what they were going to do. Too, being dislocated, Erik's plan was better than any plan he had, if he had a clue of what to go for.
As they are tearing up the road, Erik asks, "Seems like an awful lot of police response?" he meant at the scene of the attempted robbery and shooting.
"Oh that. Nothing to concern you. We just thought it might be... well I'm not at liberty to discuss it, but we thought the perpetrators were connected to another incident which occured prior to the call coming in from the cafe."
"Are you out to the cafe much?" Erik asks. Well, much to his thinking about the logistics of the cafe, he figured it a good place midway between 'here' and 'there', good place for pickups.
Reading right along, Erik, like a book, Detective Drew replies, "Whenever the need arises!"
"And 'what' would your needs be like?"
Seth couldn't see over the seat, to the front passenger side, but if he could, he would see Erik move his hand along the seat, up and over Derek's thigh and toy with something between his legs.
"You know, you could make me run off the road?"
Withdrawing his hand, Erik replies, "Between here and Salt Flats, they don't happen to have a cheap motel you could check us into for a few hours?"
The detective smiled, saying, "I had an inkling you and me had something in common, Erik?"
"Besides sex, what else detective?"
"Hmm, you into a little roleplaying?"
Seth couldn't believe what he was hearing. How did Erik 'know', to come right out in the open to say such a thing? Still, he was keeping his thoughts private. He pretty much figured Erik knew what he was doing.
"More than a little," Erik replied, smiling and at the same moment feel something twitch in his pants.
Suddenly, Derek braked, made a sharp turn left, then stepped on the gas.
Having no clue, Seth figured they were on their way to Salt Flats, without a clue to what was really making the thirty year old detective drive like a maniac on the deserted road.
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Meanwhile, back at the caverns, two and a half hours after most of the police activity had wound up their investigations, something out of the ordinary was taking place.
One of the law enforcement officials, Sven Dicson, in charge of the forces which infiltrated the mining operation, was winding things up, telling investigators, "Your work is done here. I'll take it from here." Left with Sven was the only prisoner, Judson Shane and two of the detectives who worked close to Dickson for any of his investigations.
During 'breaking into' the mine facility, Peter Mastriano went out on a stretcher, Clyde Willoughby accompanying him.
Judson Shane was relieved of his chains and escorted out of the mine, someone grabbing a blanket to clothe his nude bod. Right now he was sitting in the unmarked patrol car, assigned to Dicson, holding the blanket between his thighs.
With a watchful eye, Dicson waited till the last car pulled out of the canyon housing the entrance to the mine shaft. Turning and walking back to his car, he confronted the two waiting near his vehicle, "Okay, let's haul his ass out of the car and get him inside."
In doing so, Judson, hands cuffed in front of him, shook violently, cussing them out, demanding justice. It caused the blanket to fall from his privates, onto the ground, as he huffed and hemmed. Two others led him back inside the mining facility, finding their way right back to where they found Judson incarcerated.
"All the comforts of home!" Dicson said of the surroundings of the dungeon.
The other two were securing Judson, the cuffs over a hook and his arms being hauled over his head by the same chain Judson had used on others.
"You can't fuckin' do this. I got rights!"
"Mack, would you shut him up?"
Both a burley frame, muscled underneath their shirts, the one referred to as 'Mack' quickly brings his elbow back and smashes it into Judson's midsection.
"Ugh-h-h-h-h-h!" Judson cries out as the air is evacuated. His body swings in his bondage.
Standing in front of him, Dicson holds a ball parachute. He says of it, "Had one of these when I was a kid. Used it on my gym teacher. Nice sport, considering I caught him molesting one of my friends in the lockerroom after school. Man could he take a ten pound dumbbell hanging from his balls. But really what felt hot, was greasing up a baseball bat and fucking his ass with it."
Being a 'giver', Judson had never felt anything such as this. In retrospect, it was him exacting the torture on his victims. Too, he never felt an ounce of remorse. But right now he was feeling mighty uneasy, no control over his immediate future and this guy rambling on, getting the point across he wasn't concerned with any of the actions he was about to impose.
"So, tell you what... right now you have the option of telling me all about this place, who was involved besides yourself and the mastermind over the whole operation. However," he straightened out the ball parachute into one long strand, "if I don't hear what I'm looking for, you'll be given one hour... one 'most unpleasant' hour to 'think' about it before I ask you again. Got it?"
Judson knows, if it was any of the others, rather than be shone the wrath of the people behind the operation, neither he or his compadres would adhere to any coercion, so replied, "Fuck you!"
"Y'know?" Sven says, setting the ball parachute down, removing his jacket, the tie, then unbuttoning his shirt, "I might as well get comfortable because I have a feeling we're going to be here for quite some time?"
Judson looks around and not only is the head honcho stripping down, but the one called 'Mack' is following suit and the unnamed law enforcement officer doing likewise. In fact, he asks, "Sven, you think after we get going I can have his ass?"
Mack counters, "You got first dibbs last case, Aron."
"Right," Aron replies as he opens the front of his shirt, displaying a full frontal assault of black hair from neck to navel.
Dicson butts in, "Of course you'll both have to wait your turn, until I give the go ahead?"
Then they joked about it, about taking Judson's ass, which after they were done punching, whipping, working over his cock, balls, nips, dripping hot wax down his chest and stomach, other things Dicson enjoyed, whether Judson talked or not, there just might be enough energy left for Judson to feel his ass being stoked over and over by the three.
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Walking into the motel room, a second floor view to almost desert and a train track not utilized for a quarter of a century, Detective Drew says, as he keys the door and walks in, trailed by Erik, then Seth, "It's not much, but it's quiet and the desk clerk's an old friend. Whatever we do here stays our little secret."
"Good to know," Erik replies.
Seth is like whacked out of his gourd, complaining, "Erik, what the heck are you doing?"
Derek Drew knelt on the floor, cuddling his stomach after turning around and facing Erik's fist.
Grabbing Drew by the collar and hoisting him up, Erik replies, "Giving him what I should have years ago when he paid off half the jury to find me guilty, so his buddy could go free. Isn't that right detective?" He didn't wait for an answer. Picking Drew up, Erik threw his fist into his gut a second time.
"Hough-argh-h-h-h-h-h!" Drew heaved forwards and for a few seconds hung on Erik's implanted fist before caving in.
Seth asks, "You two know each other?"
He hadn't quite caught on, not as fast as Detective Drew and Erik had to each other. The mention of enjoyment of roleplay in the car, it was the vehicle which drove them both on. Drew knew at some point, when he entered the room, 'something' would be forthcoming and now the situation presented itself, much to Seth's disturbed reaction.
"Do we know each other?" Erik replies. "That's an understatement." Then, hauling Drew up to his feet once more, panting, Erik coerces him into confessing, an arm clenched behind Drew's back, "Why don't you fill Seth in here, Drew?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Drew plays along.
"Maybe this will refresh your memory!"
Eyes wide open, jaw dropping, Seth watched as Erik twirled Detective Drew around, lifted him up by the dress jacket and set him down on his knee, positioned between his victim's legs.
"Oh-h-h-h-h fuck!" Drew exclaimed, first holding his nuts, then dropping to the floor.
Seth didn't say it, but wondered what possibly the circumstances could be, to warrant Erik treating Derek in this manner.
"Erik!" Seth positioned himself in front of the twenty-eight year old. "Don't. You don't want to do another ten years... or more... for killing him!"
Erik replies, "You're serious?"
"Of course I am. I like you too much for you do anymore prison time or worse... I'll never see you again!"
Smiling, Erik replies, "I think we need some time out here, Derek."
Mighty mystified was Seth, as Erik walks over to Derek, 'helps' him to his feet and in the opposite direction asks, "You okay bud?"
Derek says, puffing a bit, still trying to regain his oxygen flow, "Great. That was so fuckin' hot Erik. I hope you're going to stick around awhile. I'd love to play with you regularly."
"Erik punched you in the stomach and kneed you in the balls and you think it's 'great', Derek?"
Derek looks to Erik, Erik smiling back, enlightening him, "I think Seth here thinks we weren't playing!"
As if nothing happened, even though Derek was rubbing his stomach with one hand, feeling his balls with the other, he says rather nonchalantly, "Hey, sorry 'bout that, but I thought you knew we were roleplaying, Seth?"
"I do now, but why?"
"Your turn," Derek hands the responsibility over to Erik.
Erik starts out with, "Our detective friend here has needs, like I have needs, like 'you' have needs."
"I'm not into hurting anybody," Seth sets them straight. "My friends have even said to others I don't have a mean bone in my bod."
"And neither do we," Derek butts in as he sits on the foot of the bed.
Seeing Seth still unbelieving, Erik confronts, "Derek, where on your bod do you like to feel pain?" He already had it figured, but asks for Seth's benefit.
Shrugging his shoulders, Derek replies, "Nearly anywhere; back, he pats himself on the back, chest, especially my nips, stomach, pubes and I can pretty much take anything anybody can dish out, except I'm not into anything which would be life-threatening. That's why it's so damn hard finding a safe player." Then it dawns on Derek, "Um, you 'are' a safe player, aren't you Erik?"
Seth knew the answer to this, but knew Derek had to hear it from Erik.
"I only kneed your balls once. That give you a clue?" He smiled.
Derek, in reply, says, "I've got some rope and a special 'tool box' in the trunk of my car. If you're up for a few more hours of fun, I'll go get it?"
Erik replies, "Hurry up, before I lose interest!" In reality, Erik was real psyched up, from his mind right on down to his lowhangers, churning up adrenaline and other fluids.
After Derek slams the door shut, Seth says, "I thought we were on the run?"
Stripping off the flannel shirt, Erik replies, "We are, but would you have the heart to turn down our detective friend here and deprive him of a good time?"
"I have a feeling he's not the only one enjoying this?" Seth says.
As Erik sits, takes off his boots, he replies, "If you don't think you want to involve yourself, you can wait in the car or take a walk, but don't go far?" Standing, Erik loosens his belt and begins divesting himself of his pants.
"I don't know. I don't want anything to happen to you Erik. I'm really confused by all of this and... I'd be lost out here in the desert without somebody I can trust?"
There they stood, Seth dressed in his own clothing, but Erik shirtless, flaps of his pants open and as he summons his ward for a short hug, they fall down to his ankles.
"Oops!" Seth says, peering down between them. "I forgot. You're not wearing any briefs!" And not sure what else to say, says, "You're um... big down there!"
Not embarrassed, but rather with a cocky attitude, Erik replies, "Thanks!"
They smiled at each other and in a short-lived moment felt some sort of visual connection.
"Here we go!" Derek busts in. "Lots of rope and I'm sure my tool box will keep you entertained!"
"That's a toolbox?" Seth asks, at the size of it.
Derek replies, putting it down on the floor, "Well it's got to be bigger than a regular handyman's tool kit. Buttplugs take up a lot of room."
Gulping down some spit, Seth says, "Um, I think I'll take a walk outside."
Complaining, Derek addresses Seth's leaving, "You can't! You're like the main player of my fantasy!"
This stirs interest, both on Seth's and Erik's part.
"Fantasy?" Erik replies.
"Yeah. I figured this is how it would go... You," he points to Erik, "just got out of prison and want to seek your revenge. First you torture me into submission and then Seth here, playing your little brother, whom has suffered because you were taking care of him, was sent off to prison and he was put in a group home where he was sexually molested by the headmaster who runs the home... well you both seek your revenge, you Erik, making me suck your little brother? Make sense?"
"I don't know," Seth replies.
Erik, having it all figured out, Seth not wishing to take part in the physical revenge, suggests, "Why don't you take a walk for an hour or so and when you come back I should have Derek here worked over enough and if you want a blowjob," he smiles, looking to Derek's face, "I'll 'make' him suck you off, 'little brother'!"
For a short second there, it dawned on Seth, working up his own fantasy, actually thinking of Erik as his older brother. But then reality setting back in, "Um, yeah. Sounds cool."
"Why don't you give us two hours?" Derek suggests.
"I don't have a watch," Seth replies, as if in agreement.
"Here. Take mine," Derek offers, unbuckling the leather band of his watch.
"Really? Are you sure? I could take off and run with it?" Seth replies, the last part joking.
Back at him, Derek says, "If you can drive, the keys are in the car under the floor mat!"
Seth smiles, then at the door says, "Maybe I'll be back in two hours!"
"So, what are your limits?" Erik asks, stepping out of his briefs and into 'the nude'.
"Let's find out!"
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"I love the setup, Mack!"
Judson's head hung back, his chin up, moaning out loudly from the parachute hanging from both ballsacs. Attached were two small weights, specially made for the device used for stretching a man's balls towards the floor, the skin between balls and cock tightly stretched about an inch. For intensity, Aron had stretched each of Judson's legs outwards, applying cuffs and attaching connectors, which bound his ankles far out in opposing directions. This made the ball torturing device more prominent, the skin-stretch even more so.
Sitting back on one of the bondage tables, Sven Dickson, totally in the buff, leisurely played with himself, a raging hardon a result of the beginning of their interrogation. "Continue?"
"With pleasure." And as if a script reworked over and over, rehearsed, rehashed and perfected, Mack says, "you're in front Aron."
"Hot!" Aron called it, standing in front of Judson, the two there to intimidate, Aron rubbing one hand over a clenched fist, Mack feeling up the fronds of a long-tailed flogger.
"You boys going to wait all day? If I come without being entertained, it'll be your hides paying for it!"
"Ready?" Mack questions Aron, having circled around behind Judson.
"Whenever you are?" Aron replies.
Their talk was meant to intimidate, Judson already bracing himself, at least for what he knew would be Aron gut punching him, and no stranger to a flogger, though he was always the one with it in his hand. He knew the sting it could cause, taking in a deep breath and exhaling.
Sven was loving it, part of the play meant to work up the victim's mind as Mack held the flogger up to Judson's back, let it trail down, feeling the effect of each frond kissing his back softly. Too, Aron gently pressing into the victim's abs with his clenched fist, removing and then poking at his stomach, from navel to almost midchest.
Aron took his place after seeing Mack back off, hold the flogger out, shake it a few times so each frond unraveled, thus if tangled each would not exact a blow to the victim's back.
With his hand gently massaging his cock, the other under his balls, Dickson smiled, seeing Mack give Aron the nod. Drawing the flogger back, Mack took a running leap and struck with all his might.
His first encounter with a flogger, Judson lost sense of Aron being in front of him. The pain so strong, so reeking havoc with every nerve ending in his back, he lurched forwards, "Akk-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!" His own enemy in doing so, Aron's fist became a crucial enemy in targeting him right above the navel, "Ooghh-h-h-h-h!" he cried out as his lungs emptied. But this was just the beginning and as the flogger caressed his back, right after came Aron's fist. Uncontrollable, with the kiss of the lash, Judson's bod swung forwards, Aron's fist taking him back. Between his legs the weighted parachute swung freely.
After eight rounds of whipping and gut-punching, Dickson calls out, "That's enough!" And jumping down from the table, "I'm all primed and ready for release. How about you boys?"
The three were all packed and ready to go.
"Bring him down," Dickson said, since Judson's ass was too high for cock-action, but he adds, "the 'hard' way!"
Aron smiled as he stroked himself, watching the evil look on Mack's face, him walking to the side and picking up a weight to add to the ball parachute. "I'll have his balls to the floor in no time!"
He laughed.
Aron laughed.
Sven licked his lips as if tasting Judson's cries of pain when Mack attached the weight to the ball parachute and allowed it to drop without mercy.
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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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