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Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave 01 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Not far from Salt Flats, Ali Hassan and Billy were having their own fun, at some dump, resembling a motel. For the past several hours Ali has ruled Billy, more like his sex slave than an accomplice to his getaway.
"I think I've had enough," Billy says as Ali parts his legs for the third time. When Ali grins, moving up on the bed, his knees forcing Billy's thighs apart, his nine inch fuck tool all hard and ready for the plunge, in his hand, Billy again protests, boisterously, pulling at his stretched out, tied arms, "I 'said' I've had enough, dammit!"
With pause, from keeping his cock hard, Ali replies after slapping Billy across the face, "Get used to it boy. I like to get off at least five times a day!"
Billy wasn't exactly counting, but he thinks he's been fucked twice and taken two... or was it three... loads of cum down his throat. In between, he's been worked over by Ali's belt and fists, a few slaps across the cheeks, his head swinging back and forth. As he was being beaten, he wondered why he ever allowed himself to be in this position, arms spread out and tied to the head of the bed, ankles tied with bedsheets and stretched. Now, his legs were being stretched more, but what he feared next, was Ali's long tube stretching out the length of his insides, with Ali boasting something about his ass being able to fit a dildo alongside! Softening his approach, Billy pleads, "No... C'mon Ali."
Raising his elbow, Ali made a fist and plunged it right into Billy's stomach, saying of it, "Shut the fuck up and take it like a man!"
Panting rapidly, Billy managed between breaths to curse Ali out. Even though the twenty-four year old's ass has been stretched twice, Billy isn't prepared for the wide invasion and as with the two other times, as Ali mercilessly drills his ass, he tenses, his arms pulling at their bindings, gasping in pain at the intrusion. "Oh! Oh! Oh-h-h-h-h!" he whines.
"Yeah... fuckin' hot boy!" Ali says with relief, after becoming fully lodged inside his boy's ass chamber. Too, as the other times he's fucked Billy, Ali picks up his belt and as he's riding his ass, he's working over Billy's pecs and abs.
It kept coming to Billy, how he had trusted Ali, agreeing to having himself tied down eagle-spread to the bed, but never expecting things to escalate to the point where he didn't have a say in what was being done to him. Right now, things slipped away from those feelings, Billy not thinking much of anything but crying out loud, his ass being reamed and Ali's torturous belt reigning down on his chest and stomach, targeting either pec or his abs, at random.
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"Doesn't look like much," Erik says of the front of the place. Even though the building looms above them at two stories, the facade is old, resemblance much to the credit of an oldtime, ghost town saloon.
Derek and Jake exhange glances, their faces turning into happy smiles.
"What's that about?" Seth asks Jake, as Derek leads the way inside.
"You'll find out soon enough!" Jake replies. Yet, he cuddles Seth in his arm, still sympathetic to his friend's ignorance of this type of lifestyle.
"So, what's there to be impressed about Derek?" Erik asks, throwing his hands out to his sides, then slapping his own thighs. To Erik, it was the 'west' all over again, decor of a southwestern style, round tables flanking a walled in bar.
"Right this way," Derek wiggled his little finger.
As he was ready to open a door, the door opened for him, a burley gentleman, dressed in chaps, boots, leather vest and what looked like snap-on bracelets, placed around his bulging biceps. Immediately he gave Erik not only the once over, but allowed his gaze to linger as he asks Derek, "And who might he be?"
In the world outside this particular door, things were normal, but an abnormal situation, one which placed the participants in certain roles, made Derek answer, "My new master."
Apparently, the two knew each other, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for the bouncer to say, "You sassin' me boy?" and a followup of a sucker punch to the gut, which the bouncer added to display his authority.
Knowing the 'rules', Erik took this as a test, so followed through, earning an A+ by throwing the bouncer up against the wall, which made everything on the wall shake. With his meanest, nastiest rendition of a pissed off master, Erik shouts in the dude's face, "Next time you touch my boy without permission, I'll ream your balls with my fist so hard you'll be spitting pubic hair for a month. You got that?"
"Sure... uh, not a problem," the bouncer's attitude caved in.
To break the ice, Jake steps forward, saying, "That's goes for my new master, too!"
Then, swiping right past the confrontation, Seth follows Jake past them, through the guarded door.
Not letting it go, Erik asks, "What's your name?"
"Bo Mattinson and you?"
Before Erik introduces himself, he loosens his grip on Bo and addresses Derek, "Why don't you go keep the boys company for awhile Derek?"
Derek replies, "Yes, sir," and skidaddles away behind the door.
"You got a place we can talk things over, Bo?"
"Got a back room out back?"
Leading the way, Erik is slowly figuring out his plan of 'attack'. Since he took Bo's line of questioning as a test, he only thought it fair to throw Bo a 'pop-quiz'!
"Isn't much," Bo says, entering the room, flicking a switch which turns on two lights, affixed to opposite sides of the room.
Erik closes the door.
"So, what's on your mind?" Bo asks.
"First off, I'd like you to put your hands behind your head." He didn't ask, but made it edged on a command.
"Hands behind my head?" The hairy, muscular, bearded thirty-three year old questions.
Placing his arms in front of himself, along the lower line of his pecs, Erik reeks of authority as he informs, "You didn't think I was going to let it slide, the way you insulted me in front of my boy?"
"Insulted you?"
Not finished reprimanding him, "The way you're insulting me now by not standing up to your punishment like a man?"
Maybe Bo was a little befuddled at first, by after Erik explained it in detail, whether Bo thought he was being scammed or not, he liked Erik's style. Smiling, Bo replies, "Alright. I'll play your game."
Using some psychology, Erik says, "We'll start with ten punches to the abs, which I'm sure your worked out bod can take," he waited and got what he suspected, a smile out of Bo, which meant he took the compliment, "then five knees to the balls...."
"Five? Uh..." Bo thought about it, already feeling the pangs in between his legs, "okay..."
"And then you'll sink to your knees and suck me off."
Erik wasn't sure how demand number three would float, but Bo actually cracked a smile, replying, "I think after five knees to my balls I won't have a choice but be on my knees!"
Seeing this was taking him far, Erik pressed his luck, "And if you work me up with a hot blowjob I might just plug your ass!"
Waiting paid off, Bo stripping off his vest, saying, "Might as well give you a clear shot to my abs." Behind the vest was a well-hidden, hairy six-pack. "And no sense having me going and getting you all hardened up, then having to wait for me to strip off these chaps?"
This was working out very well, Erik thought, his eyes dropping from the six-pack, to Bo's lower anatomy. He even rubbed in the punishment, "Oh man, it's going to be real sweet crushing those big monsters with my knee!"
"Uh, like how big are your knees?" Bo asked, adding a little snicker.
After Bo stripped down, Erik says, "Kind of hot in here. Help me off with my vest."
"That would be sheer pleasure!" Bo says and Erik found out why. Approaching him from the front, instead of the rear, as Bo peeled the vest off Erik's shoulders, their bare chests met. Bo even comments, "Mm-m-m, your making me so hot Erik."
Not exactly feeling like an ice cube, Erik's bod temperature began to rise, especially with pressure on his codpiece.
"How about we save the punishment for later and I get down on my knees right now?"
Smiling, Erik replies, "Sure. Why not?" With that, he backs away slightly, puts his hands on Bo's shoulders and lifts his knee into his crotch.
Howling in pain, his mouth curved like a yodeling wolf at the moon, Bo grabbed his crotch and bent over.
Surprised it didn't put him on his knees, Erik went into plan B. Grabbing Bo by his head of hair, he pulls him up, only to double him in half again with a punch to his gut. "Don't give me that," Erik said about the gut-punch affecting him. So again, he pulled Bo up and planted his fist in his gut.
The second punch, Bo fell to one knee, but got up.
Waiting for him, Erik says, "Here, let me help you up," putting his hands under Bo's armpits.
"Thanks," Bo replies, but was sure this wasn't a true helping hand in the name of charity.
Correct thinking, Erik used it as a ploy to get Bo to stand up straight so he could deliver another blow to his stomach. This time, using the knee-to-the-balls technique, his hands braced on top of Bo's shoulders, Erik chose Bo's midsection as his target. He joked, as he put Bo on his knees, "Looks like you're ready for that blowjob!"
"Oh man this is so fuckin' hot!"
Knowing there was a reason for Bo not fighting back, Erik replies, "And how would that go, Bo?"
His whole bod wet from the sweat of the heightened affair of getting beaten, Bo replies, "I've always had this fantasy of a hot guy coming in here and having his way with me."
"I'm not done," Erik replies.
Reaching up for the codpiece, to dislodge Erik's pent up pouch, Erik shoos his hand away.
"Is that any way to treat your master, boy?"
With a half grin, Bo replies, "May I please have your cock, sir?"
Breaking down a man, to a boy, something Erik has done both from personal and business perspectives, he smiled, singling out Bo here in his mind. Not more than fifteen minutes ago, Bo portrayed the character of a tough bar bouncer. And now, like a mountain reduced to rubble, he had the gargantuan, muscled man begging for cock.
"In good time," Erik replied, tapping his fingers on his loaded, snapped packet.
"Huh?" Bo replies, stupified.
"C'mon now Bo, you've played the game."
Bo says of Erik, seemingly calling it quits, "I know," and being sarcastic, "but at least when 'I' play the game I finish it out to the end!" he hints.
Being called a 'quitter' more or less, Erik's thumb loosens his cock pocket by one snap.
"I can get that for you," Bo says, going for the codpiece covering Erik's pent up lower anatomy. His hands ready, he looks up at Erik, saying, "that is, if you want to finish the game?"
Making like he was calling it quits, Erik backed away, but took a detour, curving his bod to his right and falling on the bed.
"Hell yeah!" Bo says, elevating his bod.
"You want it up your ass, you get it hard!"
But as Bo unleashes Erik's cock from it's leather prison, Bo smiles, saying, "Get it hard, Erik?"
By now, Erik was so horned-up he didn't care about formalities or games. He even as much as surrendered some himself, lifting his ass off the bed as he pushed his shoulders up against the pillows, allowing Bo to unfasten his chaps, to begin stripping them down his legs.
Bo mentions as he's removing the chaps, "Boots are a little dirty. I'll take care of them later." Of course, Bo would much rather lick and suck up to Erik's tall shaft than tongue off a pair of boots!
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"What is this place?" Seth asks.
Derek, joining them, educates, "Back in the late sixties, a small home was built right over the entrance to these caves. Passed down from owner to owner, it fell into the hands of an 'Eddison Addley'. Addley got the idea these caves had more of a lucrative value than storing away canned vegetables."
Cutting Derek off, Jake says, "Why don't we drop the long version?" And not waiting for an answer from Derek, "The dude found enough of a calling for guys, particularly the gay crowd, into wanting to play out their wildest fantasies, so turned this place into what would be like an underground amusement park."
"'Six Fags'!" Derek tries joking. Not getting much more than a smile out of Seth and a smirk from Jake, he shuffless off his attempt of humor, "Um, I guess Jake sums it up pretty much so."
"And like I've said," Jake goes with warning, "don't be so surprised by what guys are doing to other guys. Remember, everybody pays a cover charge to get in and some guys have a 'want' and a 'desire' to be hurt?"
"Yeah, okay," Seth replies, but still sketchy on this stuff. Personally, Seth doesn't understand how a guy 'wants' to experience being hurt. When he was bound eagle-spread for Erik, he had nothing stronger than the desire to be freed from his horrifying situation. As they entered through the last checkpoint, a heavy metal door, Tom gasps, "What's that?" when he hears a guy wailing out in pain.
Both Derek and Jake listen for a second, hearing a whip of some sort strike, apparently a back, ass, or chest, the same howling cry flooding the cavern.
"There it is again." And Seth also sums it up, "Sounds like some guy in pain!"
Joking, Derek says, "Too bad it's not me!"
Surprised, okay, Seth too confronts Jake, "You into having stuff done to you... I mean stuff that causes you pain?"
He was and putting it whimsically, Jake says of it, "Sorry to disappoint you Seth, that I'm not some ordinary gay dude looking for only some hot sex in bed!"
By this time Derek had waundered away, Seth noticing, "Where did Derek go?"
"Probably the lounge," Jake replies.
"Oh, for a drink?"
"That too," Jake says. "But the real purpose of the lounge is to find some dude to hook up with, in case you arrive at the cave without a date."
"But Derek came with Erik," Seth replies.
Giggling, Jake says, "No pun intended, but I think Erik is going to be tied up with Bo for a good part of the evening."
"Really?" Seth questioned it. "I thought maybe Erik and Derek had something going. I thought for sure they were going to become boyfriends!"
Slipping his hand around Seth's arm, Jake says, "Ready for the next hot experience of your life?"
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Several minutes ago Erik was hard. Still the same to be the case, except more fluid escaping, Bo is making sure he is keeping Erik's pubic region clean.
"Yeah.. get your tongue in deeper, Bo.... deeper," Erik says of the hot tongue fuck progressing. But what's a guy to think when Erik gets to hankering, demanding, "Present those pecs to me, boy!"
Withdrawing his tongue, Bo licks his lips like he just sampled a juicy popsicle and walks on his knees up the bed.
"What's this?" Erik questions him. "You still have your clothes on?"
"Oh yeah," Bo replies and then with reasoning, "I was so busy helping you out of your..." as he's stripping, "and I must say I think you have quite a 'handsome' outfit..."
"Yeah, yeah... cut the bullshit. You've already accrued enough punishment to last all night, Bo!"
As it often went, what was said became a test. A few minutes ago Erik had intentions of joining his friends, but now, after experiencing Bo's sweet tongue on his ass, plus the ability to present and have Bo accept every order he's dished out, he had no intentions of ending their time together.
Erik had one thing on his mind which could thwart all this, asking, "Who's minding the store while you're not guarding it?"
"That would be Matt. I stepped out to whet my whistle, but if I don't get back sooner, he'll suspect I met up with some guy and take over for me for awhile," Bo explains as he reassumed kneeling on the foot of the bed, after stripping down and walking on his knees till Erik has to split his legs to allow him to pass through.
"And this Matt fellow is 'your' boss?"
His lats were about where Erik's folded legs brought knees to his sides. His hands pushed into the bed, to Erik's sides. Bo looked down when his cock touched Erik's meat, then looked up and smiled as he answered, "Like me, Matt can be versatile and can get off with me telling him what to do. I guess you can say we have a special relationship."
For a moment, conversation stalled between the two, Erik reaching up with both hands and finding Bo's tiny nip-meat amidst his hairy, worked out pecs. He even breaks silence to say, "Such tiny nips for such a muscular chest?"
Not answering in worded terms, Bo's mouth made the shape of an 'o', breathing in at the feel of Erik's touch, pinching both nips, then exhaling when he lightly mashes them. Bo jokes, "Oh shit Erik! My nips are yours!"
But more is on Erik's mind, him asking, "So, who is in charge when you and Matt aren't on duty?"
Taking handfuls of Bo's pecs, squeezing the big pec-chunks with both hands, elicits more hot tones from Bo's lips as he reveals in between pangs of pleasuring, "Todd Parker... young frat guy getting his masters at the local college..." and after some pleasing 'ahs', "Matt hired him because he figured a straight guy wouldn't be swayed by a gay crowd, if you know what I mean."
"Straight?" Erik asks, cutting down on the squeezing. "What are Parker's stats?"
"Forget it Erik. This kid is strong-willed," Bo replies.
For now Erik was settling for what he's got, till he rubbed elbows with the straight security man.
In deep thought, he's interrupted by Bo going about things at 'his' pace.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Erik sighs at rather an ecstatic tone, surprised by Bo's mouth grabbing up his pec flesh, entwined with hair-cover.
For the next coupla hours the two would enjoy a nice evening together without all the pretenses of roleplaying.
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Meeting up with Derek, Seth and Jake pause at the door, one of two which opened into 'the lounge'.
He mentions to them, "Found myself a cave-dweller!"
Derek wasn't watching where he was going, bumping right into the man he met.
Seth is spectator to the beginning of the roleplay, the tall, rather burley leather-clad dude pushing on Derek, sending him straight to the floor on his ass and the dude complaining, "Will you fuckin' watch where you're going, boy?"
"Yes, 'sir'!" Derek replies, jumping to his feet and saluting.
Jake might have had the notion, having been to 'The Cave' repeated times, but Seth would not have a clue Derek has met up with the county sheriff and they were about to comandeer one of the many hallway rooms of the underground playground.
Short-lived was his inquisitive attitude, when Jake explains, rather bubbly tone to his voice, "I bet you thought it's the first time Derek met up with the dude?"
"Does Derek know him?" Seth replies as they weed through the multi-bod room. Keeping tabs on Jake, Seth is looking straight ahead, only looking to the left or right when Jake does.
"The county sheriff," Jake fills Seth in. "I can't tell you how many times he's pulled me over for an infraction, when I haven't done anything against the law."
"Wouldn't that be harassment?"
Reaching the bar, Jake tells him, "Sure would. Especially when we drove to the picnic grove and 'got it on'!"
Having quite a few questions regarding such, Seth put them on hold, when Jake asks a guy at the bar, "Can I buy you a drink?" Very much the appearance of the tough guy, like the county sheriff Derek headed out of the lounge with, Seth gets mixed reaction. He thought they were here at, 'The Cave', he summised the name after seeing the words on a sign above the bar, thought Jake and he were here as a 'couple'.
Turning around, the dude, decked out in leather, a cap completing the ensemble, seemed uninterested. But he must've missed something, turning back around and skipping over Jake, like yesterday's leftovers, and paused when he came to Seth.
Compared to the rather smooth, tall, tanned, average-muscular guy, Seth felt 'little'.
"Who's offering?" he asks, his eyes set on Seth.
Now Seth remembered, as they drove over to this place, Jake gave him a quick rundown on the chain of command. Pretty much a simple explanation, he told him, at the top of the pyramid were those who 'ruled' and anything which filled in the blocks under it, followed. Running through his mind also was the word, 'attitude'. Some who could not hold their stance, 'bold attitude', often plunged down the steps into those who were the 'followers'. Despite the history lesson, which he tried picturing the Eygptian class system, from his studies, Seth forgot all of the particulars and right now, in this time and place, he knew he had to establish his intentions, like Jake said.
Too, as Seth got up his nerve, he felt ten times more power when the blond dude in chaps stepped down. He even did a double take, seeing the step-up at the bar. Half poised, Seth states, "Buy you a drink? I was under the impression 'you' were offering to buy 'me' a drink!"
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'Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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