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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' o6
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The next morning, Phil was the first to yawn, which in doing so, realizes he's pinned under Eric's bod, "wha'tha?"
Eric's musty chest had been laying on his back, which when Phil tries to flip over, his still sweaty bod to first slide, then when Eric stirs awake, flops over onto his back.
"Is it morning already," Eric yawns, stretching both arms out wide.
"Oh. Sorry," he says, barely missing out on knocking Phil in the jaw.
Of the near mishap, a punch to Phil's jaw, "almost put me under," he giggles.
Regardless, of the feeling they both felt, their bods turn towards each other, Eric saying, "sorry," reaching forward to pull Phil's bod closer, till their lips meet.
After parting, Phil did feel the kiss was good, but with warning, "dude, your breath stinks!"
The test, Eric exhales into a hand, then smells it and in knowing the truth, tries to sway opinion, "maybe mine stinks, but the taste of that kiss, reeks!"
A friendly war ensues, Phil saying, "well, maybe if you didn't make me gargle with your cock juice, I could've been sweet tasting this morning?"
Eric's face brightens with a smile, "yeah," he says, pertaining not what Phil is thinking, "you sure do give a good blowjob!"
More proud of his achievements, Phil says, "just a blowjob? That's all you think it was, a vehicle for you to unload your spunk down my throat? I'm appalled!"
There pouty Phil sat, butt pushing the pillow towards the wrought iron headboard, arms folded in the creases of his stomach.
Honestly, Eric did feel remorse and in doing so, flips over and lands with his pecs cradled between Phil's legs, "I feel so bad for you."
"Damn, Eric!"
It hit him hard, even though semi-soft, Phil having to brace himself, arms up over the bed railing, as Eric engulfs his shaft, of which, after his lips pursed and pulled off with a pop, "I just want to let you know, this is my first time, so if it's not as good as you? You know?"
Taking his left hand, Phil left-handed, puts his hand on top of Eric's head, saying, "let me show you the basics!"
With that he pushes with all his might, Eric's head bobbing downwards, with no choice to be impaled on Phil's cock.
Five seconds later he's fought off Phil's hand, "damn! You almost choked the living daylights out of me, Phil!"
"Oops, my bad," Phil sits there with a grin on his mouth.
"Why am I finding it difficult to believe your apology?"
Both sat there, Phil on his butt, Eric elevated to half of a pushup, staring, looking at each other in thought, "you're a man of mystery, Phil. I feel like there's more to this than meets the eye?"
"Now you're crackin', babe!"
"Still lost," Eric wondered what lurked in Phil's mind. "You care to embellish on your thoughts?"
'Why not,' Phil thought, when he knew to think about the prospects could only serve to jack up his shaft and take him over the edge of the precipice, "the truth?"
Taking on a relaxed pose, Eric's right arm crosses over Phil's abs, the left hand patting Phil midchest.
"Well, there's nothing much to tell actually. When I woke up to the fact I had made a mistake, pleasing my parents more than what I had a gut feeling for, that I was gay and really wanted to meet, fall in love with a man and develop a lifelong relationship, I had already placed a ring on her finger."
"And," Eric questions, lazily playing with the hair on Phil's chest, "how did that work out for you."
"Surprised, actually that we made it to the threshhold. Even as we were dating, we didn't have sex, Pam an old-fashioned girl, waiting till after marriage to get it on."
With a smile on his face, Eric asks, "and are you an old-fashioned boy?"
"Well, maybe I could have been accused of that in high school, but soon as I hit college, my whole opinion of what was and what I wanted was cemented on my mind."
"Why didn't you break off the engagement then?"
"It's complicated."
Suddenly it registers with Phil, Eric playing a little too hardball with his chest hair, "owch! Want to be careful with that? Like, I don't have as much a hairy mass as you do?"
Eric smiles, "oh, it's just a little bit of friendly persuasion."
"More like torture," Phil feels up the place where Eric tugged at his chest.
"Don't worry. I didn't pull any out!"
"Better not," Phil threatens friendly, cracking a half smile. "I don't want to show up at the company pool party with a bald spot!"
"You could always shave it clean?"
"Fuck that, Eric. I love the feel of my chest hair."
"Yeah," Eric plays around again, rubbing both palms over Phil's poundcakes, "me too."
Then, without warning, Eric sticks his tongue out and paves a wet trail up Phil's chest, right under the chin and then, shifting his bod upwards, not oblivious to the effect it's having on his loins, puckers up and kisses.
Breaking off, Eric says, "yeah, I think I like the way you kiss."
"You're not so bad yourself."
"But," Eric lays comfortably, both arms folded over Phil's poundcakes, "you're a better cocksucker."
"Maybe, unlike you, I've had more practice."
What Eric was discovering, unlike last night, when they were more or less total strangers, he was quickly warming up to Phil's charm.
"Before or after marriage?"
"Both, but not as much as after the divorce, which was about a year and a half ago. You?"
"Still in the process."
"Oh. Right. I remember you saying."
Phil lay there with a smile on his face.
"What?" Eric questions the look.
"How many men is it, before me that you've hit on?"
"Hit on? None. On the contrary, I don't know why, but men have been hitting on me!"
Phil was way too horny to keep up chatting without some action, "I can see why."
Phil, a ginger-blond, with more of the ginger in the hair on top of his head and closely-cropped beard, had been feeling provoked, ever since Eric had prepped himself for kissing, dragging his cock up his belly, feeling his own shaft mussed with.
"What the?" Eric says, being bowled over onto his back. "I can't believe I didn't see that coming."
Doing an act of role reversal, Phil has Eric on his back.
"Well," Phil straddles and allows his meat to grind against a semi-erect Erick, "that lick up my chest, it could have been with a little more pizzazz, but I don't fault you, only your inexperience. Let me show you how a pro does it!"
Maybe not as much as last night, but surely anticipating, Eric made to lay there with hands behind the head, Phil lapping at the rug on Eric's chest, same time making Eric moan, with the manhandling of nips...
"Oh wow!"
Hearing the voice from behind and not in front of him, Phil knew it wasn't the low pitch of Eric's moan, but of, "Callum!"
He does a complete roll to Eric's side and grabs the sheet to cover up his pubes.
As Tony appears, Eric grabs the sheet and covers his own bloated pubes, uncovering Phil, who finds another section of the sheet to provide camoflage.
Totally knowing what was going on, Callum says, "too late. We already saw."
However, Callum was a little disturbed when Tony steps in front of him, grabs the sheet at the bottom of the bed, uncovering Eric and Phil's sweet emotions. "Hot diggity," Tony acts in glee, "cool. Who wants a blow job first?"
Eric is the first to notice, "what happened to your wrist, Tony?"
"That's why I'm here," Callum reveals, "Tony slept with the cuff on it's a little bruised. I thought some ice could help alleviate the swelling."
Phil was up and out of bed, feeding his legs, then cock into his briefs.
Eric lay there, one hand behind his head, the other around his shaft, "I could sure use some help with this swelling?"
Taking Tony by the unhurt wrist, Phil says, "um, like, we can leave you two alone, can't we?"
Last night, for Callum and Tony it wasn't at all like Phil and Eric. Neither had been in a relationship. After last night, they might have established some affection for each other.
Tony, from past hookups, loved to be a sex slave to a man.
Callum, other than those darned porn videos, hadn't experienced the same, so Tony had assumed both a submissive nature, but also clued Callum in on his role.
Hoping it would detract from lying there naked in bed, as Eric slipped to sitting on the side, Callum says, "you don't have to dress on my account. I know what a naked man looks like!"
Sitting there with his shaft cradled between his legs, Eric says, "and for a young man, you look damn hot!"
Other than Phil hovering over Eric, before he threw himself off to the side and not knowing if Eric were a top or bottom, draws off what he found his role as with Tony last night, "well, I came twice last night," and being a tease, "fucking him and then having Tony swallow a full load, but I might have one more blow job left in me?"
Not quite as hairy as himself, but damn fox, hot and handsome, Eric could give in before a pin dropped, "is that so. I might say the same about you?"
Callum looked down, soon as he felt Eric's hand gently grab his shaft and softly play with it.
Formulating his own theory on how it should go, Callum says, "you make it hard, you suck it, Eric!"
"Feisty master there."
Still firming Callum up, Callum just allowing it to happen, too good a feeling not, "master?"
"We should team up one night."
"Team up? How does that go?"
By now Callum was feeling it so much his hips began to add some swagged to standing there succumbing to the effects of Eric's ministrations.
Eric says, still rubbing, "I bet you would look fox in some leather chaps, harness, boots, a leather flogger on your hip."
"I know what that's about," Callum recalls from the recesses of his mind.
"Oh, then you know how it goes?"
To let Eric know he knows, "I do, which I'm wondering why you aren't on your knees, putting your lips where your hand is?"
As if having a mouth work his erection, Callum moans when Eric drops his shaft and holds out a hand, "truce?"
"Not fair."
"How so?"
"You got to touch me, Eric and I didn't touch you."
"Well," Eric says with a smile, "why don't we rectify that," he takes Callum's hand, encouraging it to take hold of his shaft, while he returns to massaging Callum's tube.
As the two stood there, Eric holding Callum and running his hand up to the collegiate's pubes, back down again, "well, just don't stand there young master, torture me!"
"What?"
Using Callum's shaft as a handle, he pulls the lad closer as he steps forward, lining up their cocks side by side, "damn, I'd love to do a 69 with you."
Getting techinical, Callum says, "then we wouldn't be tops. We'd be bottoms."
"You've been watching too many bdsm porn videos!'
"How did you know?"
"Maybe you missed it, but if a master sees something he wants, he has total rule and jurisdiction to suck a cock if he craves it. It doesn't make him any lesser than he pretends to be."
"You know a lot about this stuff. You get with other guys and do s&m?"
"I don't live by it, but it sure can be a helluva turn on!"
Allowing Eric to do all the work, Callum stood there, puckering, wetting his lips, groaning, as his shaft was being massaged side by side, with an experienced hand, "do you do it at clubs or at home?"
"Well, right now it has to be at a bar or a club, because as of yesterday I became homeless."
Back with Tony, clutching a bag of ice around his wrist, Phil says, "well, after last night, consider yourself not homeless, Eric."
Like, with catching Phil and Eric at it, when Tony was back, Callum felt the brunt of Eric unhanding him.
Immediately Eric grabs his briefs and begins dressing his pubes and ass.
Tony says, "don't get dressed on my account?"
Eric, grabbing his tee shirt, tank top type, says, "if you're going to go to a club with me, Callum, you better tame your pup!"
"Pup?" Callum questions, a new one on him.
"Hell yeah," Tony addresses Callum, "I'd love to have you as my master. I would make you totally proud to have me as your dog."
The college boys a year apart, Callum says, "dude, I don't even know what that's about."
Phil was on the sidelines, taking all this in. Really, he was thinking how hot it would be to be Eric's servant.
Tony says, "you'll tutor him, right Eric?"
An insatiable desire sprung up in his loins, a dream come true, to be a mentor for a young master, Eric saying, "who else is Callum going to get and we'll start with adjusting that attitude of yours with 50 lashes."
"Cool! I love the feel of leather on my back."
Out to scare, Eric says, "I was thinking more your balls!"
It shocks Callum, "his balls? Isn't that a little harsh?"
Not which he would want a leather strap slapped against his balls, of making Eric his alpha mate, "I wonder how it feels to have a strap come down across the back?"
Eric smiles, saying, "alternating with my buttplug up your ass, you'll be in heaven, Phil!"
Tony says to Callum, a little quieted, "and after you learn something from Eric, feel free to practice on me!"
From the bdsm videos Callum has seen, missing was the true emotions a guy can feel, being revealed by Tony, which has him saying, "I can't believe you're being so agreeable to everything, Tony. You really want this, don't you?"
They were like two kids at the high school prom, Tony taking both of Callum's hands in his, "oh, so much more than that. Having you train me would mean all the world to me."
Callum wonders something. Was Tony talking a few nights our with Eric and Phil, or something longterm?
"Uh, we all better get in the shower?" Phil presents.
Eric jokes, "it's going to be kind of tight fitting four in?"
"Hmm," Tony says, "now there's an idea!"
Callum says, "that's dumb. You can't fit more than one cock up an ass, Tony!"
"Okay, maybe two, but would be awesome to see if you, Phil and Eric could try?"
"Forget it, Tony. You go and try to stretch that hole and then it won't be any fun for me?"
Tony backs down, "you're right. My bad. Forgive me for being selfish."
Phil butts in, "Eric and I are headed to the master bath for a shower. Plenty of room for four, or you can use the shower down the hall?"
Callum was too busy forgiving Tony for being selfish, to hear.
After Callum kisses Tony he says, "I know the way to the master bath, but why don't we shower together, save water?"
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People all over town were getting ready for work. However, there were those scattered earlybirds whose job it was to be up before four, whether partner assisted or not, jerk off, or if not, shower off the past night residue, shave, dress, get breakfast, then the transit once they've left home.
For some fortunate fellas, they could be stopped at a red light and because they've left the passenger window down, glance across at some guy who has chosen it cool enough not to use the AC. With curiosity an interest might ensue, a language of action resulting in a quick smile, lowering of shades to see more or a pointing finger to pullover to the side of the road.
Except for inclement weather, Rick Oakly preferred the ride to work to be without a limo.
On days like today, behind the wheel of his top-down BMW convertible, sat his friend from days gone by, Josh. Rick rarely drove himself anywhere, preferring someone else to talk with or as luck has it, to fraternize with a passing motorist.
Rick has just began to doze off, when Josh, looking out for the boss and friend's interests, nudges him in the arm.
"What?" Rick pops fully awake, sitting up straighter in his seat, "what did I miss?"
Now, being a sporty type vehicle, the BMW sat way below the eyesight of the jeep next to them and lo and behold, two frat guys, on their way to class at the community college, looked down upon the execs, tilting their shades to an unmuted view of the pair.
"Race?" the driver tempts, a foot to the gas, revving his jeep up.
Whoever thought of it first, points the finger, Josh cuing the driver to pull over.
This put the driver of the other vehicle in control, as to whether or not he's flirted with a straight dude and if he pulls over is bound to get his ass kicked. On the other side of the fence, could be what's hoped for, flirting with a gay guy, or guys, as it happens two gay college boys hoping for an early morning jerk before a boring class.
The driver of the jeep gives a thumbs up, after Josh points towards the shoulder of the road.
"El perfecto," Josh says, as the jeep allows him the space to pull over in front of him, leading the way.
"Hey, thanks for the heads up," Rick says, a quick tap to Josh's upper arm.
Hardly ever without his hormones racing, Josh says, "no problem, being last night was just the precursor of what I intend on doing to you tonight!"
Anyone else might have thought otherwise, of Josh's evil laugh, but it made Rick smile, thinking of how hot the coin toss was last night, that he had ended up 'tails' and how much fun it was, watching, until he was blindfolded, which then how Josh kept him hard and leaky, doing all those secret things to him.
However, that was then and this is now, Rick saying, "so confident are you, you're going to get the 'heads up'?"
"Still up to your old tricks?"
Both sat there with happy smirks on their faces. Their whole teenaged lives were controlled by 'the quarters', Josh inheriting from his uncle, of how to sway a guy this or that way, leaving him a pouch of three pieces of currency. One was ordinary, heads and tails, another heads on both sides and a third, tails on either facing. Josh's uncle first lectured him on how fate was not always by chance, but controlled, depending on how a person would like the outcome to fall. Being gay himself, the uncle lectured Josh on how feelings and emotions could help him choose. In other words, when Josh and Rick were headed home, back to the boss' place, conversation gave Josh indication that Rick wanted to just lay back and relax. Therefore, when Josh emptied the pouch, out rolled two of the three coins.
"Looks like I win," Josh says, with a 'tails' and 'heads' facing up.
Even though Josh had made it so the 'tails' would win out, Rick praised him for it.
Certainly, Josh would've liked to have been the one cuffed to the bed, having a pair of lips working his bod over, with the final moment, Rick sitting on his loaded shaft, but being more versatile than his friend, knew he'd get a jolt out of two to three hours of sex just the same. But there was that consolation prize, waking up and finding Rick in front of him, his spent shaft lying in his friend's ass crevice and if Josh was lucky, could get hard rubbing up and down that hot canyon.
"How convenient," Rick says, when Josh pulls into the bar and grille parking lot.
"Think Mario's around to set up shop?"
The question on Josh's mind, they both already knew the answer, Mario always there at 6am to prep the restaurant for a day of work.
What they rarely encountered, was another vehicle parked there, Rick saying, "looks like Mario has company."
Their observations were cut short, the two college boys hopping out of the jeep.
The driver lay an arm on the Rick's side of the car and in getting to the point, "ready to get your ass busted wide open?"
Anyone can have their opinion to what a dude looks like, but the true portrait can only be shone when they are standing there, gazing into the eyes of a perspective meet up, Rick saying as he jacks the handle of his door, "I was thinking maybe the other way around?"
The dude backs up as Rick open the door, "what's your name?"
Meanwhile, Josh and 'Ethan', as he has rapidly found out, is the romantic type and in no time at all are locking lips.
"What time do you have class, Ethan?" Josh manages as both stop to breathe.
"Oh, not until later this afternoon. I'm driving with Billy, then driving home. After my class, we both drive back," he feels Josh touch his ass, gulps, "home."
"Billy, he carried a full boat, then?"
Ethan smiles, "depends on how you look at it."
A little confused, Josh says, "how does that go?"
Not ashamed to tell it like it is, Ethan says, "Billy has some very resourceful tools to earn tuition money."
Of which, on the other side of the BMW, Billy is way ahead of Ethan, "if you've got a place, I'd be willing to cut first class, but only if you're willing to part with a Franklin or two?"
"Two?" Rick giggles, "I've got stacks of Franklins. How much time do you have?"
Rick had already scanned Billy up and down. Typical of a trick, shirt left parted in the middle, which Billy prolly had unbuttoned while following him in the jeep. Wearing no belt, how convenient to skip a step in a hurry.
"Like I said, I can skip first class. Tight with the professor, if you know what I mean?"
Having been there himself, Rick has often kicked himself in the pants, figuratively speaking, taking a passing grade for sexual relations with his college prof. The sex was good, but didn't do much when he needed his economic knowhow to kick in.
"You'll get to class and later, we'll make up for lost time," Rick finds Billy's shirt pocket, pocketing a business card.
"About the Franklins?"
"Call the number on the card. A driver will come pick you up."
Retrieving the card, which had Rick's full name and a phone number on it, Billy says, "then what?"
"Your spending the night at my place."
"The whole night? That could be expensive."
Forgetting putting money over pleasure, Rick says, "and don't bring any PJ's!"
Whereas his buddy was usually the laidback of the duo, Ethan comes around the back of Rick's BMW, saying, "come on, let's go Billy."
Billy thought that weird. Even though he's known Ethan from a few months ago, he's been thinking him the submissive type. At least that's what they have been going on, himself the leader, Ethan the follower. However, what was on his mind is what his shaft was feeling for Rick and how it all was clouding his monetary judgement.
After they pulled away, Rick says, "think we'll ever see them again?"
Josh says, "my ass certainly hopes so!"
Long as they have been friends, which dates back decades ago, that's something that has always puzzled Rick, Josh's ability to change back and forth, according to preference, whether to lead or follow, "there you go again."
"What'd I do?"
"Let that boy wrap you around his little finger?"
Talking over the car, Josh says, with a kinky smile painted across his face, "I certainly hope it measures up to more than his little finger!"
Of the first thing Rick takes into consideration, "oh, trust me, they were both packin'!"
Not saying anything, Josh stood there, that same smile on his face, "I know."
If he had a book in his hand, Rick would throw the book at him, "idiot!"
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Way before Rick and Josh spotted the two collegiates in the Jeep, Mario had opened the doors and with a flick of the switch, the lights didn't go on. Flicking up and down did no good. So, doing what was expected Mario flipped through the physical phone book kept under the counter and found, under a handwritten entry, 'Frascaro Plumbing, Heating & Electric'.
Rick turns to Josh and in a 'know-it-all' look, says, "y'know, Mario, you could've looked up the info on your phone?"
Having it one over on the exec, Mario closes the phone book, with a hand marking the place, "what? And miss this?"
"Hot!"
Josh responds to the cover, a beautiful babe of the male sex, sprawled in a stretched out, chained links around wrists, those secured to a large ring attached to a pole. In a hairy, pit-flaunting position, the twenty-nine year old's legs are spread in a naked banana-revealing pose.
"Wow," Rick says, "who even dares publish a phone book like that?"
"Rude," Mario says, after Rick literally tears the phone book out of the secured hands, ripping the cover right off. Though, he was kind of thankful neither asked the when or how the photo came to be affixed to the front page.
"Greedy," Josh says, tugging on Rick's arm to share. Getting the idea that something is fishy here, "why does this hot man look familiar?"
They both look towards Mario, fishing for an answer.
Tracing his finger over the part of the color photo, where the bound wrists mingle with the hooped pole, Josh says, "these look hot!"
Dwelling on Josh's curiosity, Mario says, "they're cuffs from a real dungeon and yeah, they felt hot at first, but after a couple of hours, they got kind of annoying."
Rick, being 'Rick', did his usual thing when two others stole the conversation, observes, Josh provoking response from Mario, which all in all serves to get his loins going!
"Was this real or just a photo shoot? I guess what I mean, were you modeling or, for real, were you trussed up like this?"
More annoying was Josh, when the true answer was on the tip of Rick's tongue, "it's called, 'bondage', dumbbell!"
"Uh, yeah," Mario agrees, and figuring at least Rick knowing more than Josh, "you've dabbled?"
His pants began to get bloated around the zipper area, which began to get Rick curious beyond what a man can take, reveals, "on one or two occasion," which was more like ten or twenty!
"Cool. Are you dom, sub, switch?"
Wanting to fit himself into the chat, Josh says with a giggle, "sub? Does that stand for submissive?"
Rick could never really do or say anything which could hurt his childhood buddy, "I retract what I said about you being a dumbbell, Josh."
It was a covering for a phone book, one which could suggest some other contents, which has Mario divulging, "I posed for that way back in college. You know, to put myself through college?"
Roughly ten years difference in the taking of the nude photo, has Rick saying, "well, Mario, if you're still fit into the cuffs, maybe I can help you payback the college loans?"
"Oh," Mario swings his hand through the air, like swatting a fly in his face, "I paid them off long time ago. There's some advantages to playing a sub, but now I supplement my income playing an aggressive dominant, if you know what I mean?"
Eyes set on each other, it was like Mario was sending a message Rick's way. After all, Mario was the short order cook for the bar and grille and on many an occasion has delivered food or drink downstairs to the darkroom, seeing Rick and his crew in the raw.
Being coy, it's Rick who intends on responding, but greedy Josh steps in between the two and with his friend's chest melding with his back, "man, I'd sure love to grovel on my knees for you, Mario, that is, if you're into older guys like me?"
Being he had to swing different ways to draw top dollar back in college, Mario didn't hesitate to score, whether different nationality, ripped, chubby, if the rate matched his, he went with it, providing he was able to have his roommate chaperoning, close by.
Of Josh's question put to him, Mario had often met up with guys who claimed they were dom's, only to show up with hopefulness the one they were meeting up with could swing both ways. Slowly, over time, that's how Mario found out he likened to outfitting a man with cuffs, rather than being restrained himself. However, it's those times he was cuffed and had his bod played with, gave him the resourcefulness to play from the perspective of a dominating top.
In the position, one of the turn ons was being a confident, bold and without shame, achieve a scenario that would both please but garner an interest which would have his subject lusting for more. Repeat business was good!
Already he was falling into the dominant mode and like he was in the darkroom with a customer, "let's see what you have to offer."
Rick, his crotch up against Josh's rump, looking over the shoulder, didn't mind it a bit that Mario took Josh's lapels and with an up and then down manhandling, puts Josh in a makeshift arm-bound position.
Mario smiles, which seems to be the deciding factor for both himself and Rick, that when he pushed the jacket down, it would only go a certain, being it got hung up on 'something'!
Even though, in reality, when playing games like this, Mario has the upper hand, Josh complains, "uh, are you going to get it on with me, or what?"
Morning, Mario figures Rick and Josh are on their way to work, "you have the time?"
Rick, as much as he would like to stay, get hard, 'explode', says, "remember I owe you one?"
Josh does recall Rick saying that, last week, stepping in for his friend and 'boss', kneeling and giving a trucker a blow job, so Rick could skip, "long story, it's complicated."
Smiling, pretending to reflect and evil look, Mario says, "shame that'll probably be hours before an electrician gets here to check the outtage?"
It's way of Mario saying he had a lot of time on his hands, especially since he hadn't made the call to the electrician yet!
"How about this then, I go tend to business and on my way out for lunch, stop by and see how things are progressing?"
No stranger to whips'n'chains and stuff, Josh plays it up, "what, and leave me here with this sadistic animal?"
Drawing his arm back like a whip, Mario sucker punches Josh in the gut!
"Ooh-ohhhh, shit that felt good!"
Doubling over, Josh made it seem like Mario was wearing brass knuckles, holding his stomach and moaning in a way, it seemed like he had poor acting skills.
Seeing Rick to the door, he leaves with a word of advice, "play nice, Mario?"
"That 'was' nice!"
Any other circumstance, it might have not sat with Rick in the right way, that he wouldn't be leaving the bar & grille with a smile on his face. His immediate concern was his crotch had been aching to jerk off, Josh and the bondage and discipline craving of the use 'toys' to get himself off, that his live-in mate had, was more for Josh's liking than his own.
Getting behind the driver's wheel, Rick's mind wasn't on Josh, thinking whether it could pan out with something along the dominant-submissive line, with Ethan and Billy?
Not much into the way of toys, yet if it was required to get a man solidly rock hard, Rick didn't oppose what justified the means, he could rely on the nip clamps and flogger kept in the side draw next to the bed. Cuffs were the essentials, wrists and ankle bindings, except for when he was ready to double his victim up for the insertion.
He kind of swept Ethan from memory for now, dwelling on Billy, football type, bulked out muscle, blond, smooth right on down to the navel, neatly manicured tiger trail and just by thinking, Rick couldn't stop the urge to unbuckle his belt.
Unknown to Rick, the electrician, who had been called by the owner of the bar & grille, had parked around the side of the building and having noticed something going on inside the car, went to investigate.
"Plumber at your service, sir?"
"Oh shit, Frisco!"
It froze Rick's hands to his belt, almost face to face with the man, laughing his ass off.
Frisco, a man in his fifties, feels free to reach into Rick's driver side window and touch his crotch, "need some help with that pipe, son?"
If a stranger, Rick might've chosen the tactic to briskly open the car door, chancing to put a man out of commission for life, but of the contractor that was always there to repair a pipe or inventory the plumbing department of his hardware business, "possibility."
At this moment, Rick wasn't picturing a fully dress man in gray overalls, much like a car mechanic, but an incredibly good looking, muscled fifty-two year old, who could woo any man, reeling him in to his tasty morsel.
Topping off at six-foot-two, Frisco has salt and pepper hair, styled short, trimmed beard, moustache of medium brown, matching the moss over his poundcaked chest, neat stripe midway down an impeccable set of matching abs, deep navel and all that graying hair an invitation to what lies between the thighs.
Rick hasn't been there himself, but has been a stroking witness to two guys on their knees, one with Frisco's thick, long steak in hand, running a tongue up and down the shaft, while another sucked in and out a pair of balls, one at a time!
His mind more on wanting to get to work, do business, lunch and then the afternoon meeting he had with vendors, was second to wondering it Ethan or Billy were going to make the call.
Wanting to save his reserves up for tonight, Rick diverts Frisco's attention, "you like it rough, right?"
Thinking Rick has finally come around, Frisco says, "oh man, would love to plant it in your ass, that is, after I've worked you over good!"
"Not talking about me, dumbbell!"
"Oh," Frisco says, disappointed.
"Josh. He's inside, if you can get Mario to come let you in?"
"Josh?" Frisco fishes for his phone in his pocket, "I love working over a hot man's bod and what luck, I stashed the toolbox in my truck before I left the shop!"
Rick knows Frisco 'plays nice,' but also knows he's going to have to owe Josh much gratitude, "yeah, I've got to go," he turns on the ignition, a hint, "but make the call."
Backing out of the lot, Rick seeing Frisco with his phone up to his ear, was leaving in confidence, knowing no real harm would be coming to Josh. Rick had clout. Both Mario and Frisco knew what Josh meant to Rick. Also, if anything were to happen to Josh, beyond a few bruises to the abs or superficial welts on the back,
Mario would be out of work, possibly black-listed in his attempt to find another job in the restaurant trade. What college had done to promote the means for making a living? It was much simpler to get involved with occasional sex partners, drawn off the many men who requented the bar & grille, which could number between twenty to fifty, or more a week. Every time Mario sat down, it would remind him he had to cut back!
As for Frisco, when an outfit is responsible for selling 98-percent of your business supplies, you don't fuck with the hands controlling it. Josh was his liaison with Rick. A while back, Frisco had inquired of Josh, what was it that turned his boss and friend off, towards him. One of the possibilities Frisco thought, being a very good looking man, rather stealth for his age, fifty-two, Josh reported is was just 'that', age.
Mario opens the door to allow Frisco in, "about time you got here." But something was amiss. Being something wrong with the wires and not pipes, "where's your electrician?"
"Oh, he'll be along," Frisco stood there with a grin.
Frisco's wide shoulders blocked Mario's view to the door. With a hand to Frisco's shoulder, he says, "mind, moving?"
If in a different scenario, the fifty-two year old would love to have played out the scene, discipling the lad who dare touch him, but in this case Frisco was more interested in seeing the look on Mario's face, when confronted with the man replacing his retired employee.
"Damn!"
Mario was stunned by the young guy, juggling toolboxes, dropping one to hold the door, then turning his backside towards the two men inside to retrieve it, bending over, a hand tugging at the plastic case and then uprighting himself. Facing the two, staring without words, he says, "what?"
Frisco, smiling with intent, says, "well, just don't stand there, Mario. Help Sebastian with his bundles!"
"Oh sure," Mario advances forward, "what do you want me to take?"
He wanted to say the name, 'Sebastian', but Mario was stun-struck by young beauty.
Sebastian didn't need to make a move, except reliquish his parcels to Mario's helping hand, but did joke, "all of it, I suppose."
Mario did detect some humor in the response, but didn't mind at all the vibes he was getting, when in handing over one toolbox, implanted in his stomach, the feeling of Sebastian's hand pushing in on his abs was a vehicle to send a message.
There it was, his intuition so, Sebastian turning back around after passing him by, "did that feel good?"
It's then Mario wonders, "Frisco, what did you tell Sebastian about me?"
Not giving his boss a second to respond, Sebastian says, "probably everything there is to know about you, and after I am done restoring the power, you and I are going to have a little fun. Now, where is the box?"
More stunned than anything, Mario didn't know whether to be serious or pop a boner, "Frisco, what did you tell him?"
As a hint, they were all on the same page, Frisco says, "you did mention to me at one time or another, you were looking for a gut-punching partner. Well, Sebastian goes to the gym."
"Like," Mario had noticed the six foot tall figure, wide shoulders and firm hands, "how could I not tell?"
Already summing up the close relationship for Frisco and his new employee, "looks like you and Sebastian have everything figured out. Like, when were you planning on cluing me in on it?"
A second after, the lights go on, Frisco saying, "I hope you have another shirt handy. Sebastian likes tearing the clothes off his willing victim."
"Oh? How are you so certain I'm planning on going along with all this?"
After a brief smile, Frisco says, "me? I'm not going to have anything to do with your decision, but Sebastian?"
Then, from the direction he sought out, Sebastian appears, "someone mention my name?"
Mario was stunned, his jaw dropping open, at the sight of Sebastian appearing, without a stitch of clothing on, "daymn!"
Cool, calm, collective, Sebastian says, "now, where's that darkroom you raved about, Frisco?"
Still in shock, in awe, Mario couldn't take his eyes off of Sebastian, his six-foot stature, wide shoulders, bulbous pecs with a dusting of black hair to match the beard, short-cropped hair on his head and then, eyes making a beeline down the abs trail, a fuzzier deep navel and hitting paydirt, "damn, that's big!"
Looking as if he had just finished tanning, out for a summers day, Mario views that brown-sugar bod pass by him, Sebastian swiping a hand passed his pubes.
"Don't worry, "Frisco says, "you'll find out just how big," holds the door to the downstairs 'darkroom', otherwise known as Rick's boardroom.
Walking past Frisco, holding the door for him, "I suppose this is coming out of my paycheck?"
"Nah," Frisco assures, "I'm billing the bar & grille for this one, but you don't have to thank me until you're crawling up the stairs!"
"You'll never let me forget that, will you?"
"Nope," Frisco closes the door behind him, remembering the time he and his nephew, bound for college, had instructed the lad on his first time fucking a guy.
Now, that his ass had been stretched, Mario can joke about it, "is he still ruining assholes?"
"Well, yes, but he's ventured out to tickling tonsils!"
There were other questions Mario had. One, probably out of instinct, why he was rubbing his multi-pack abs, unconciously, with a hand propped up under his shirt, "um, Sebastian's hands, they're kinda big?"
Frisco knew Mario was misunderstanding things, but play along, "oh. That. Yeah, well, big hands means big knuckles and trust me, they can pack quite a punch!"
"Really, Frisco?"
Mario got nervous, with the mention of punching.
"What?"
"You have to make matters worse and add an evil laugh?"
"Do you even have to go there, Mario?"
The use of his name, the inflection, concern in Frisco's voice seemed to iron out things, "okay, so you're joking. Let me rephrase. What of his big knuckles and my stomach?"
He was going to go, leave the two to their own business, but seeing his plan not working out, since Mario, who they have known each other for about a decade, wasn't as trusting in the situation, "no worries. I'll be around if you think things are getting out of hand."
Like someone had done for him years ago, when he was around Mario's age, Frisco places a caring around the shoulders and ushers the lad downstairs.
Waiting for him was Sebastian. In his hands were four pairs of leather-lined cuffs, held out in presentation.
Instead of addressing Sebastian, Mario turns around, "really, Frisco?"
Sebastian stares at Frisco, then lets out laughter.
"I don't see it," Mario says of his feelings, or turning the six-pack-plus, his bod in impeccable shape, into mush.
Instead of himself, Frisco says, "you need to clue him in, Sebastian."
Walking over to Mario, the four pair of cuffs dangling from both hands, like an offering, Sebastian says, "was wondering if you wouldn't mind putting these on my wrists and ankles? I kind of like to be stretched out a guy is working my bod over."
"You?" Mario is surprised. "I thought you..."
"You thought I meant, you?" Sebastian weaves hands in between Mario's sides, cuffs and all, caressing him, "I wouldn't dream of hurting you, that is, unless you wanted to be?"
"Thanks," Mario, now quite relaxed, says, "I'll pass."
"Shall we get started," Frisco claps his hands. "After all, someone's got to get busy and pay the bills!"
Frisco's plan began to fall into place. About a week ago, after hiring Sebastian, he found the muscle-hunk was a very lonely guy. First, Frisco removed the anxiety of finding a job from the thirty-four year old's shoulders and after a mutual discovery of finding each other to be gay, satisfied the longing of Sebastian thinking he was going wind up a loner.
As things have it, the bar & grille was up for inspection, so when Frisco left last night he compromised the electrical system by loosening up on a wire in the main fusebox. He smiled to himself, thinking it an easy find, when Sebastian would be taking a look at it in the morning. Left to do his work, he jiggled the wire loose, put the bar & grille in darkness and closed the door behind himself, only for Mario to come in the next morning and find a switch didn't turn the place on.
His crafty planning worked, seemingly finding Sebastian a friend. It was turning into quite a surprise that some kissing, which would lead to sex on the boardroom table in the basement, wasn't materializing, whereas he could duck out and leave the pair to their business.
It didn't phase him in the wrong way, Frisco having a dejavu moment, that this has already happened before, the cuffs and all.
After their sweet embrace, Mario sensing he would like more then hug Sebastian, asks, "so. The cuffs. What do you want us to do with them?"
'Us?' Frisco gulps.
Yet, it was a sticky situation, bringing two guys together. One, Mario, he knew. Of Sebastian he knew a little, like the fact he could get into some rough, kinky stuff, like Frisco hadn't experienced that himself along life's highway?
Sebastian, once again having the cuffs loose in his hands, "good. It will take less time with two binding me up?"
Good thing Frisco stayed. Mario had no clue to which end was up, him having to fasten cuffs around the thinnest parts of Sebastian's limbs. Purposely he began with the ankles. With Sebastian stripped down, the view, 'up', was stunning!
After both ankles were secured, Frisco stands, "your turn, Mario." He realizes himself not the only busy one, "you're not wasting any time, are you?"
While Frisco was on his knees, slowly attaching ankle cuffs, he took his time since Sebastian was almost in his face!
Of his nakedness, Mario says, "kind of stuffy in here," he makes excuse for stripping himself down.
Frisco says, "what I think probably doesn't matter?"
Of course, it was said to provoke question.
Mario falls right into it, "what doesn't matter?"
While on his knees, fastening cuffs around Sebastian's ankles, he wasn't oblivious to the fact Sebastian's crotch was growing by the second. In fact, even though his prediction was wrong, there was no leakage, which might be a good thing, since the goo could have dripped on his chest and if there's one thing Frisco took pride in, was showering his hairy bod in the morning and to get an extra kick, combed it with a brush. He loves the way it patterns his chest and stomach.
Pertaining to Mario's question, "that you're both hard as a rock?"
Smiling at each other, due to the fact Frisco is correct, Sebastian says, "then we better get on with it before the dike springs a leak!"
Both Frisco and Mario knew what goes on at these board meeting held by Rick, that at times it could be a station for time out, the bondage rings embedded in the ceiling.
Keen to a first glance, at both the rings and some scattered toys and tools on a side table, Sebastian's heart and cock leapt when he entered the basement chamber.
Walking over to where the rings hung from the ceiling, Sebastian says, "let's get on with it."
Accompanying him was a deep toolbox, of which Sebastian says, "oh, before I forget."
Mario was curious, watching over Sebastian's shoulder as he knelt down over the toolbox, opens it and one by one produces a set of boxing gloves, saying, "you'll love using these on my abs, Mario."
It had surprised Mario where all this was leading. From the time he met Sebastian, it seemed like he portrayed the dominant, forceful top, in the way he acted and carried himself.
To match that, since he was on the giving end, Mario, even though he was allowing Sebastian to outfit him with the bulky gloves, "damn right I'll love this," he taps both boxing gloves together.
No stranger to anything kinky, Frisco having 'been there, done that', he couldn't say this wasn't turning him on, so decides to stick around. Besides, with Mario wearing the gloves, someone had to lift each cuff over the hooks in the ceiling, doing almost the same with the cuffs around Sebastian's ankles.
"Don't forget to stretch me tight."
Playing dumb, like he hadn't seen Rick do the same, "oh, is this what this chain is for?"
"Oh fuck, yeah," Sebastian sighs, like he's having sex and not just his arms stretching out in four directions.
Mario couldn't deny, Sebastian's hot bod suddenly stretched to the max didn't look foxy as hell, "damn, you're beautiful."
"C'mere a minute?"
Frisco rolled his eyes, thinking the sweetness that was developing between the two. He knew the value of trust in a situation such as this. He also knew Sebastian needed this, but wondered if Mario was going to feel the same. Only time would tell!
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