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Lucrative Mining Operation 07 WriTten by Travis Chase McPhee
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"No hard feelings, eh Judson?" Mack says as he and Judson put the final touches on Aron's incarceration, leather cuffs on his wrists, stretched out eagle-spread, legs as well bound and spread.
"Nah, not as along as I'm going to get my dibs in on one of ya's." Of course, how would Judson so easily be able to 'forget' Mack putting his all and all into the eight lashes of the flogger raining down upon his back? As Mack went about his business, Judson eyed up not only Mack's flawlessly white back, but also the hot ass, which he hoped would be nice and tight for when what went around, comes back around!
"What are you waiting for?" Dicson says, throwing his hands up, then settling down to take in the show.
All along, Aron has been making himself hoarse, cussing out Sven Dicson, turning to Mack after handing him over to Judson.
Mack asks Judson, "Why don't you show me how powerful your fists are?"
Smiling, Judson says as he asseses the situation, "Nah. Save it for later." And feeling up the twenty-eight year old's hairy chest, planing his hand down the hairy stomach, he says, "How about we relieve him of some of this hair, the hard way!"
Walking away, Mack follows, asking, "What did you have in mind?"
In the meantime, Dicson is toying with Aron's computer. He alerts them, "Seems we've got a little problem here. What do you two think you can do about getting a password from Aron?"
Seeing it a way out, Aron says, "You let me down, let me out of this place and I'll tell you the password?"
But it's Judson who says, "And what fun would that be?" Patting the bondage table with his hand, he instructs, "Why don't you haul his ass over here Mack and tie him down. I'll grab a coupla pliers and some duct tape!"
Even though he's out to buy himself time, a period when he can turn the tables, Judson can't overlook the fact this is turning him on. It's been awhile since he's had a nice young, hairy cub to play with and he's feeling mighty horny about the prospects.
"You got it!"
Judson likes the idea of how Mack is thinking things are copsetic between the two, thinking they are a 'team', and as much as possible, he will make their association seem like a 'friendship', but when the time is right, Mack will be in the same boat as Aron, along with their 'boss'. Then maybe he'll think about walking away from the lucrative mining operation he's been associated with since almost it's inception!
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"Are we all ready to go boys?"
"Like what are you dressed for?" Seth questions Erik's attire.
"Nice," Jake says of the leather chaps, the tight black tank top and boots. "Oh by the way Erik, Seth and I have had a little talk and I think we're okay with things."
More interested in Erik's outfit, Seth asks, "Doesn't it get a little cramped up in there?" he looks up at Erik after questioning the tight appearance of his crotch.
"That's what I'm hoping!" Erik gleefully replies, ending with a brilliant grin.
"Well, okay," Seth says. From what Jake has explained, he figured this went along with stuff he didn't know about, stuff guys liked to do even though he thought it strange to downright revolting. And to let Erik know things were copasetic, "I'm going along with you guys tonight with an open mind."
Giving Seth the benefit of the doubt, Jake says, "And if there's any reason why Seth wants to leave tonight, it's okay... right Erik?"
"Sure," he replied, but wasn't sure, because if there were one or two hotties he met up with tonight, he might just send the two home without him!
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While assembling some hair-pulling apparatus, Judson lifted from the draws of the dungeon some other 'goodies', which would fit perfectly into his plan when the opportunity arose. However, being they were all stripped down, there wasn't any place to pocket the goods.
"And what would these be for?" Mack questions the two pair of handcuffs Judson has dropped on Aron's stomach.
"Makes for some hot ball torture?" He replied.
"Nice!" Mack says, scooping Aron's balls up into his hand, using his finger and thumb as a cinch.
"But not right now. Right now we're going to work Aron nice and easy and depending on whether or not he wants to provide the password... well, we might have to stretch those balls some!"
For Aron, he had mixed reactions, what with the wink from Judson, but then he figured it a nervous twitch. He was a very smart young man and if he fit into Dicson's plans, the way Judson was going to, he too was planning on holding out. He had once had his bod hair removed with waxed strips. It wasn't pleasant, but ten years ago and in college, frat-dudes on a swim team did crazy things to maximize their speeding bods through the water. Even though Aron thought, he wasn't as hairy then as now, nor muscled, he could take it. However he had second thoughts about his nads being stretched to the max. Still, he hoped somehow, between transitioning of the bondage positions, he could make a go of escape. Holding out was key.
As the two held a pair of pliers, Judson initiated the first 'pull', wrapping a few strands of Aron's stomach hair around.
"I say we cut right to the ball torture," Mack says, watching Judson.
With a smile, Judson says, "What? And deprive Aron here of carving out a nice trail down his stomach?"
In a hurry to get to the 'hot' torture, Mack asks, "Why don't we just grab up fistfulls of the stuff? There's plenty of it?"
Releasing his grip on the pliers, even though attached to several strands of dark brown hair follicles, Aron feels the cold of the pliers as it lay on his stomach, Judson reacting, questioning, not Mack, but Dicson, "Are we going to do this my way?"
Stopping his fidgiting with Aron's computer, Dicson sets it down and walks over to the bondage table. He surprises Judson, "Maybe Mack's right about skipping this hair-pulling jazz and get on with the heavy stuff?"
It wasn't fitting into Judson's stall, Dicson's sudden change of approach, screwing up his plan to gain the advantage and somehow work his way where he could catch Mack off guard first, subduing Dicson thereafter, or vice versa. One of them had to take a leak sooner or later, which would leave one in the dungeon. But since Dicson has a change of heart, he sees fit to alter the plan. Picking up his, as well as Mack's abandoned pliers, lying on Aron's stomach, he holds them up in protest and says, "Look. I guarantee, if we do it 'my' way, I'll have Aron confessing the password in no time." And he reiterates, "'Time', isn't what you're wanting to save?" He had them both there, Dicson thinking over what he said, even though it was a line of bullshit, Mack right at his side.
Mack replies, "I say we go for his balls."
Figuring Dicson would lean towards Mack's advice, Judson thought he better make his move. Too, he was in the perfect position, facing the two, on the other side of Aron's eagle-spread bod. It was like taking candy from a baby, reaching right across the table with both pair of pliers, snagging up Dicson's left nip, Mack's right nip and biting down on the pliers like a hungry shark.
"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k! Oh shit! Fuck!"
Screams of pain, cursing, hands grabbing for Judson's arms made no difference, as the pliers bit on its victims pec meat. Too distraught with the ensuing grueling pain, neither could think more of anything else, other then having Judson release his grip. Too, as they struggled, it acted against them, their nips being stretched.
"Down on the floor!" He yelled at them, coming right over the table with such agility.
Swinging a leg over, sitting right on top of Aron's stomach, Aron reacts, "Ooff!"
Judson's acrobatics made him stretch their nips even more, their bellyaching increasing, as his ass rode right over Aron's bound bod. Judson even got a tickle out of Aron yelling, "Yeah, rip'em right off their chests!"
When they lay down on the floor, Dicson wimped out, what Judson figured, when he released his nip. So, he took advantage of Mack's dead weight, telling him to lie down on Dicson's front. Seeing the possibility of Mack's nip going numb, his pain slacking, Judson took the free plier and gathered up Mack's left nip meat.
"Ak-k-k-k-k... ak-k-k-k oh fuck no-o-o-o!" Mack's pain became renewed.
It actually acted in Judson's favor, feeling himself get high over it, his cock hardening without touching it. Then, with both pliers in one hand, he squeezed with all his might as he reach for one handcuff. In no time he had cinched both of Mack's wrists. It was at this time he let go of the pliers. Still Mack was in horrific pain as Judson kicked him in the side, making him lie turn faced down on the cold floor. As soon as this happened, he knew Dickson would try to make his move. He didn't care 'where' the pliers grabbed, as long as he regained the upper hand.
Dicson screamed as he tried dislodging the pliers from Judson's hand, but too bound up in pain was he as the hand-fueled pliers tormented his stomach. Light work was made out of binding Dicson up in the other set of cuffs.
Literally picking Mack up by the scalp, he kicked him in the ass to get him to move over towards the center of the dungeon.
"Oh shit!" Mack said when he looked down to see a small amount of blood trickled down the left side of his chest.
Both still in agony, Judson prodded them on, pinching their butts with the pliers. The weaker of the two, Dicson, it was not much trouble placing the cuffs up over the hook. But in doing so, Mack took advantage and reamed him in the stomach with both fists.
"Ugh-h-h-h-h!" Judson sighed with pain, keeling over. Right on him, Mack came down with both fists on his back.
"Think you're so damn fuckin' smart?" Mack shouted as he straddled the thirty year old, placing Judson's arms on his thighs, reaching out, placing his coupled hands over Judson's head, cupping his hands under his chin. Then, pulling backwards he caught Judson up in a hold which, his knee to Judson's back, put him in a precarious position.
Struggling didn't do much good, so Judson resigned to his fate, so it's what he wanted to make Mack think. He relaxed every fiber in his bod, which made him assume the position of a 'ragdoll' of sorts.
"That'll fuckin' teach ya!" mack said, allowing Judson to 'pass out'. Then, looking down at the left side of his chest, "After I get you strung up, gonna damn well rip those nips right offa your chest, bastard!" he kicked Judson in the ribs.
"Mack! Get me down!" Dicson ordered.
"After I take care of this fuckin' bastard!"
Things weren't going so badly for Judson. He figured the kick to the lats was taking it all in stride in order to catch Mack off guard. Too, he didn't think the man too smart and this worked in his favor, turning his back on him to find means by which to bind him up.
As Mack returned, four leather cuffs in his hands, he dropped them down onto Judson's back.
Still Judson made no moves.
"Yeah... gonna fuckin' eagle-spread you and use those pliers on more than your nips, bastard!"
"Uh, Mack?" Dicson questions, "my arms are really killing me. You wanna stop a minute and get me down?"
While he placed a cuff around Judson's left wrist, drawn up behind his back, Mack replies as he looks up at Dicson's stretched position, arms above his head and tethered to a lone hook, "Can't on account of after I get Aron's password from him, I'm going to have to work on torturing your password out of you!"
Of course, as Mack went about his business, he had all kinds of 'unkind' words thrown at him, but all Mack could think of is 'dollar signs'!
And thinking Mack's mind was on stealing all the action for himself, Judson made his move. Fortunately, in between clients, Judson worked out endlessly in the mining operation gym and it became a cinch for him to do a pushup of sorts and topple Mack from off his back. Mack, his wrists still coupled, put him at a disadvantage and in no time, Judson, after caving in his abs some, had he his bod hauled up behind Dicson's.
"Well now, don't you two look sweet!" Judson said, standing there with his arms crossed in front of himself, his right hand working at removing the leather cuff Mack had fastened to his left wrist. He took their ridicule, because at this moment they were of no threat to him. "Now maybe some entertainment is in store? Mack, how's your balls feeling today? In for some stretching? You, Dicson?" He laughed, walking away to get some apparatus, after hiking their bods up some, leaving their toes barely touching the floor, as they remained hanging back to back.
Passing by the bondage table Aron was affixed to, he tells Judson, "I'll tell you the password if you let me go?"
Judson replies, "I'll be back to deal with you later!" He adds a smile.
Aron feared for himself.
Gathering up two parachutes, two sets of nip clamps, a couple of weights and holding a flogger between his teeth, Judson returned to the center of the dungeon. "Sorry to keep you waiting, gentleman," he joked after dropping the handle of the flogger from holding it in his mouth.
"You'll pay for this, Shane!" Dicson shouted.
Mack threatens, "I'll torture you till you're almost dead and then I'll torture you some more!"
As he fastened one of the parachutes around Dicson's balls, Judson says, "My former colleague, Ali Hassan gave me a couple of name's of some mideast gentlemen who might be interested in finding out what you know!"
"Fuck you Shane!" Dicson cursed him out.
Smiling, Judson tested out the ball parachute, giving it a hefty tug, which set Dicson to screaming. "Yeah, you can pretty much figure on doing the same kind of singing when you take up residence in the desert, Dicson!"
Completing his master plan, Judson finished up with formatting Mack's balls with the second parachute. However, when attaching the weights, he coupled both apparatus. He preferred flat-tipped clamps to croc-clamps, figuring one of Mack's nips was mauled enough. He joked when both were crying out from pain, having their nips clamped, "Geesh! You guys sure do make a lot of racket! Now I know why they built these dungeons underground!"
By this time, all the cursing and yelling had been reduced to pleading. But it didn't do much good when Judson thought back to Mack putting the stripes on his back. Plus, he wasn't out to maim Dicson so much, as Mack. In order to fetch a good price for the mastermind of this operation, he would need to have Dicson in much better 'health' then Mack. Too, he figures, as he stands in front of Mack, doing what Mack did to him, toy with the flogger, but in Mack's case, holding it up to his chest and allowing it to drape down the front of his bod, "You might just make some Arab a nice little slave boy!"
"Fuck you!" from Mack became the deciding factor on when to begin his revenge.
And, being fair, Judson served punishment, as Mack had given him eight lashes. Unlike Mack facing his back, Judson took advantage of the frontal assault, caressing Mack's abs, slapping it down full force over his pubes. After delivering all eight, he stood back, watching the weights swing. Both were dilerious with pain, Mack more so.
"Now, one last detail!"
Lowering the two, Judson figured they were too worn out from their ordeal. Mack, the more resilient, had caved into pressure of the nip and ball torture, plus the whipping. Dicson, the weaker, just couldn't take having his balls stretched by the swinging weights and had passed out. So, it was an easy task to bring his bod down, allow it to slack over Judson's shoulder as he carried him over to the stocks. He placed him on the floor and actually whistling as he set it up, placed a bar about four feet behind the stocks, waist height, then fashioned Dicson's bod so his head and wrists were bound up in the cut outs of the wooden stocks. His waist hanging over the bar he fitted between the two posts. He finished Dicson off by fitting leather cuffs around his ankles and two hooks at the base of the wooden stantions.
Standing there, Judson admired his work. With his left hand across his middle, his right elbow parked in his left hand, he tapped his index finger against his lips, thinking, as he stare at Dicson's ass crevice, "Now let's see... to lube or not to lube..." then pointing towards Dicson's ass, "that is the question!"
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Almost immediately, after Seth and Jake left the room, in walks Derek.
"That was quick?" Erik says.
"Hey, when duty calls, I move fast! Especially when there's a reason to hustle!"
Erik smiled at Derek entering and giving him a peck on the lips.
"So, what are the 'kids' up to?"
"Eh, Seth was in a tiff about some of the bdsm stuff and Jake went to seek him out and see if he can make amends."
"While they're ironing things out," Derek acts sentimental, putting his hands around Erik's waist, "how about you and I checking out the beer joint?"
"I'm all for it," Erik states, "except I feel kind of responsible for Seth and want to make sure he's okay, if you know what I mean?"
Dropping his hands at his sides, Dereks says, "Well let's go find them, shall we?"
"Anybody hungry?" Erik kicked in the door to Jake's room, Derek standing there with him. He then questions the empty bed, "Where'd they go?"
"Probably where we're going!" Derek replies.
"Uh, do you think Seth found the keys under the mat, dah?" Erik laughed his ass off, walking, as Derek literally ran for the exit.
But it wasn't the case, Derek holding the keys up in front of Erik's face, saying, "There's your answer, Mr. Smartass!"
"Y'know I'm twice as mean when I'm drunk outta my skull and I'm gonna work that ass twice as hard!" Erik says, stealing the keys out of Derek's hand.
As Derek rounds the car, he says, "I hope so!"
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"You know what?" Judson asks Aron.
Thinking the worst, Aron replies, "If you're going to do anything to me, I think I'd rather have you rip my hair off my bod, than stretch my balls... that is if I have a choice?"
One hand hanging to his side, his other arm resting on Aron's staked out bod, Judson replies, "Actually... I hadn't thought about either," he leans towards Aron's chest.
"No? I mean, why not?"
Sliding his palm up Aron's hairy chest, Judson softly says, "Why?" he switches his gaze from Aron's face to his pecs, "because it's been a long, long time since I've had a hot, young cub to 'play with'."
"Y-you're not gonna torture me are you?" Aron showed fear.
"Depends," Judson says, suddenly backing off, but then doing maneouvers which gave him leverage to hike his ass up onto the bondage table, sitting right on Aron's chest, his cock almost tickling his chin. "How good a cocksucker do you think you are?"
"Um, I-I'm straight, okay?" he swallowed a gulp of spit, Aron looking almost cross-eyed at the head of Judson's cock.
"Straight? Gay? Don't mean anything to me as long as you are a good cocksucker."
"But straight guys don't do gay stuff," Aron protests.
"Well then," Judson says light-hearted, "I guess we'll just have to 'make' you gay!" Using his knees as a counter action, he shimmied his ass up, his cock landing on Aron's lips.
When he felt the cockhead hit his lips, Aron swung his head to the side, Judson's cock falling to the side of his neck. "Oh, now you've gone and disappointed me." Then, pushing his ass up, making like he's getting off of the bondage table, he threatens, "I suppose I'll have to get the pliers and do some work on your nips to make you change your mind!"
"N-no-o-o! Fuck, what a minute," Aron protests.
He wasn't off the table yet, so sat back down. "Change of heart?"
Not only the feeling he would have felt, having both his nips pulverized, it also occured to Aron, "You're not going to sell me to the Arabs are you?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"How nice your tongue caters to my cock, but I have to tell you, you're up against quite a lot of competition, Aron."
"Oh? How's that go?"
Smiling, same time stroking his cock, Judson replies, "Dicson's ass was a nice, tight fit!"
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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.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....