Out In The Wild, Wild West

The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?

"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 24 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Where are we going Mr. West?"

"Just follow. We'll be there in a few minutes."

Soon they enter a door.

"Hold on boys."

"Hold on?" They both question.

"Hey, we're moving!" Cal states.

"Yeah, we're moving alright, but my feet aren't going anywhere," Sean replies, astonished as Cal is.

Soon they come to a stop.

"What was that, Mr. West?"

"Call me Jim and just one more trip and we'll be there."

"Where are we, Jim?" Cal asks.

"Just one more moment, boys."

They follow Jim, as he moves them from door to door.

"Heeeey, we're going up now!"

They seem to get an even more shock, as the door opens. Across the room this naked guy except for the tight, white briefs, runs, grabbing Jim and hugging him.

"I thought you would be dressed by now, Johnny?"

"Naw, but I'm so happy to see you!"

Smiling, Jim ignores the other two for a few moment, letting Johnny keep him in his arms.

"Um, excuse me, Jim?"

"Oh yeah. Johnny, this is Cal McClintock and Sean Murphy."

Glancing at the two boys, then himself, he apologizes, "Oh, I'm sorry for not.. looking right. I'll go get some clothes on."

Sean replies, not thinking, "You don't have to Johnny. I mean..."

Jim speaks up, "They're right, Johnny. Sean and Cal are the same, like us."

Returning to the trio of men, Johnny questions, "You mean you two guys like men, like Jim and me?"

"Well sure," Sean replies, not being able to take his eyes off of the eighteen year old.

Seeing the same truth from Johnny, Jim excuses himself.

"Wait, Jim!"

"I'll be back in a little while. Trust me, okay?"

"You can trust him," Johnny tells them.

"Yeah, okay."

Being the perfect host, Johnny asks, "You guys want to get comfortable?"

Cal asks, "Meaning, take our clothes off?"

"Sure. Jim says when he's home he never wears clothes."

Looking back and forth to each other, Cal and Sean shrug shoulders. They began to strip.

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"Yeah, I think I'm going to get a lot of pleasure out of having you for a pain pig, Artemis. No, more like a trophy. Yeah and when I get a hold of West, I'll have a pair of trophies! Well, let's see. I think I'll release your cock for now, but keep your balls stretched. Hmm... maybe reset your nips. They could do with some more stretching, however different style of clamps. Yeah, the gators would be nice."

He didn't give Artemis anymore say in the matter, forcing a ballgag into his mouth. Yawning he picked the alligator clips up off the table. Firming up Artemis' already sore nip, he opened the jaws. Snagging a good portion of nip meat, he let go. Artemis struggled, trying to escape the inescapable pain. After quickly mashing the other nip, he caged it up in the other alligator clip. After letting the screws go so loose that they came out, Pedro once again lowered a hook, attaching the chain. Soon he had Artemis' alligator clamped nips elevated, pulling away from his pecs. Dimming the oil lamps, he left, after having several hours of intense torture play.

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Returning to his country retreat, he walked down the stairs. As he came closer and closer to the bottom of the stairs, Pedro began to feel new life. The few moments of sleep he had in the carriage seemed to revitalize his senses. Opening the metal door, he walked up to the two men hanging by their arms, on the verge of passing out. Not only did he find Braedon and JJ, but also one of the guards, sitting in a chair, the strap on the floor, where it had fallen out of his hand. He was fast asleep.

Grinning, he decided to prepare a rude awakening for the guard, neglecting his duties. Quietly, Pedro found a pair of metal handcuffs. Walking softly behind the guard, he carefully placed one of the cuffs on the wooden rung, where the guard's hand hung down to the side of the chair. He clicked it around the wooden chair part. He did the same to the other side. Then he held the cuffs around each of the guard's wrists. Simultaneously he pressed each cuff together.

"What tha?" The guard awoke. "Hey, what is this?"

The guard went to get up, but Pedro's foot on the front of the chair, between the guard's legs kept the chair bound, along with another body part. Peter suddenly saw the predicament he was in, as Pedro's foot remained an eighth of an inch from his crotch.

"Tired are we?"

"I... I... I'm sorry sir. I..."

"Oh, you definitely `will' be sorry. I can guarantee that, Pete!"

Next thing, Pete is crying out in pain, his arms stretched to the max, trying to get Pedro to let up his foot, from smashing his balls. The metal door bangs open, Morgan running through, to where Pedro stands, still torturing Pete's balls.

"Morgan, I'm holding you in full responsibility."

"Yes, sir," Morgan himself petrified, but nevertheless accepting Pedro's terms.

"Did I give you permission to appoint another guard to these slaves' punishment?"

"No, sir."

"You will be punished at noon tomorrow at an assembly of the other guards."

"Yes sir."

"Leave Pete here for now. I might want to have some fun with him, before I turn him over to the guards for a fuckfest and slave training."

"Yes, sir."

"In fact. Hmm... think I need an ass to fuck right now. Yeah. Call a couple of guards and have Pete here set up on the horse."

"Yes, Sir."

Even after Pedro releases Pete's balls from under his boot, Pete begs for mercy, knowing of Pedro's twelve inch torture tool. Picking up the strap, Pedro approaches Braedon's and JJ's sagging bodies. Walking around back, he eyes up the mass of welts.

"Hmm... let's see if you boys have any fight left in ya!"

Moving back behind Braedon, Pedro says, "Let's see what you got left in ya, big boy!"

With the movement of his powerful, massive arm, Pedro delivers a heavy lash against Braedon's upper back.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" He screams out.

"Morgan, get your fuckin' ass over here!"

"Yes, Sir?"

"When was the last time this boy was whipped?"

With eyes squinting and jaw dropped open, Braedon tries dealing with the stinging pangs of grief gripping his back. At the sound of Braedon's lash, plus the scream of pain, JJ stirs back into focus.

"I... I'm not sure, Sir."

As Pedro stands there and contemplates, other guards begin to flood the room, till there's eight more present.

"Not sure, huh? When did you decide to take the liberty of disobeying my order?"

Swallowing hard, Morgan replies, "I.. um... Akkkkk!"

"Speak up, you bastard!"

The slap sent the twenty-eight year old falling over onto the floor.

Rising up, he replied, "About eight hours ago, sir."

"So, for all we know, these boys might have been resting for the past seven or even eight hours?"

"Could be possible, Sir," Morgan hated to admit.

Then standing right in front of the six foot, two inch man, confronts him with, "Might even be possible that Pete didn't even whip the boys?"

"Oh no. I gave him order to finish whipping the older one."

"You left orders to finish?"

"Yes, sir. I had seven lashes left to give, but he looked like he was ready to pass out."

"Looked like it, huh?"

Turning, Pedro walked away from Morgan, whom knew he was up shit's creek without a paddle.

"Um, yes, sir."

"And what were my exact instructions, Morgan?"

"To whip the slaves until they passed out."

"And was the boy unconscious?"

"Ah, no, sir."

"So why the fuck did you stop whipping him?"

"I'm sorry sir, I thought..."

"You thought?" Pedro returned, getting right in Morgan's face.

"I'm sorry sir I..." Morgan almost replied again.

While trying to make some decisions, Pedro panned the room of guards, standing in formation. He spotted a tall, blond guard, German looking, that struck him as a symbol of the `powerful and mighty'.

"Guards, arrest this man."

Morgan began to protest, tried running for the door. He was cut down in no time, hands cuffed behind his back.

"Remove the uniform, before you throw him in a cell."

"Yes, sir," the two guards replied.

Walking over to horse, the dungeon furniture used for fucking and other useful purposes, he ordered, "Remove his worthless carcass, as well!"

Two other guards whisked Pete away, as well. The blonde remained, as well a good looking, young Chinese guard and a Latino.

"You, take your shirt off and show me how good you are with the strap," Pedro said, tossing the strap to the blond.

"Yes, sir."

Pedro liked him from the start. He had a command of allegiance in his step. When the shirt came off, he balled it up, stuffing it in the Chinese guard's arm. With hands on his hips, Pedro admired the muscled body, immensely favored the hairy pecs and trail down his stomach, cutting his chiseled abs in half.

"Which one, sir?"

"Take your pick, soldier."

Another aspect, to cinch the deal, was the evil smile and his approach to Braedon's back.

"No, I want to see you whip his chest."

"Yes, Sir."

"And guard?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Double the strap in half and really pound his pecs."

"Yes, Sir."

Pedro rubbed his crotch, watching the blond guard take command of the leather strap, folding it in half and then grasping both ends in one hand. He watched, as the guard took his other hand, laying the bulky part of the strap against the right side of Braedon's chest, just above his nip. Pedro watched as JJ looked over at Braedon, Braedon himself looking away from the point of impact, letting his head drop back, behind himself, not wanting to see when the strike of the leather implement delivered it's cruel sting.

"Whenever you're ready, guard."

"With one foot back, the guard drew the doubled strap back behind his shoulder. With a massive hurl, he flung it over his head and against Braedon's right pec.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Braedon screamed out.

"Nice one!" Pedro shouted.

However, before Pedro could order up another lash, the blond began to put on a show of his own. A second hurl of the strap caught Braedon on his left pec.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

"Hell yeah!" Pedro shouted, rubbing his crotch.

Braedon then went to hell and back, as the blond guard thrashed the double-decked leather tool of torture against his stomach, against his navel, then above, then rounded Braedon's pecs, striking each nip, the mid point, then the flanks of his stomach and chest. The guard counted each of the twenty-five lashes to himself. For the last three, he deviated from Braedon's upper body, hitting his thighs and then for the last big one, brought the strap up between his legs, for a big finish.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That was too hot... too fucking hot!" Pedro called out to the blond guard, moving over by him and leaning on his shoulder. "Where did you learn how to whip like that?"

"Practice, Sir."

"Practice? Where?"

"Any man that I could get my hands on."

"Hmm.. I think I might have two more men for you to practice on. Come on, um... hey, what's your name?"

"Jason, Sir."

"Well, Jason, your talents have just earned you captain of the guards."

"Thank you sir."

"How good are you with a flogger?"

"Very good, in my estimation, sir."

"Let's see if you can get me off."

As they left, JJ turned his attention to Braedon, almost with tears in his eyes.

"Brae? Brae?"

"Uhhhhhhh...."

"Brae, we gotta hold on for our guys... for Cal."

"Huhhhhhhhhh..."

"Brae, when we get out of this..."

"Huhhhh... if...I.. hurt...so bad...."

"I know you do, but we've gotta hang in there. Cal's waiting for you. I know he is."

Then Braedon passed out.

"Don't you die on me... you hear me Brae? Don't you die on me!"

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"Noooooooooooo!"

"Wake up, Cal... Cal! Wake up!" Sean stirred Cal out of his nightmare.

As Sean's hand shook Cal, Johnny's arm stretched over Sean's body, trying to achieve the same.

"Damn, Cal, you're all sweaty!" Johnny claimed.

"Ooooh, Sean, I just had this terrible nightmare that something awful has happened to Brae!"

Sean held the seventeen year old tightly in his arms. Johnny dove over the two and held Cal from the other side, putting him in the middle of the two bodies.

"Shush now, Cal. I'm sure things are alright. In fact, I bet that's what James West is up to now. I bet he's bringing Brae and JJ back to us right now."

"You think so, Sean."

"Sure," even though Sean couldn't swear to it, but it seemed to help comfort Cal.

Slowly Cal calmed, falling back to sleep.

Returning to Sean's side, Sean turns to face Johnny.

"Is this JJ your boyfriend, Sean?"

"We're good friends."

"How good friends are you?"

"Why? You want a piece of the action?"

"You know, Sean, sometimes you can be a real ass?"

Johnny pushed Sean out of his way and got up. He headed for the jon.

"Hey, look, Johnny. Okay, I'm sorry. I deserved that."

Sean followed him into the jon.

"I don't know what you're looking for, but you better think about what you got. I mean, somebody like Jim West is a goldmine and you just don't know, Sean. You might have one and not even knowed it!"

Sean realized he struck a real sensitive nerve with Johnny. He watched as Johnny squeezed the last bit of piss out of his cock and then pulled the chain.

"Listen, Johnny, I... I'm upset right now. It's apparent that my big brother and JJ are missing."

"So, you do care for JJ."

"I care, yes, because he's a good friend. He's a good friend of Brae's. I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't enjoy having sex with JJ, because I did."

Then, entirely off topic, but curious, Johnny asks, "Are you a top or bottom?"

"What?" Sean asks, not sure he heard correctly.

Then, Johnny rephrased it, "Is JJ a top or bottom?"

It's Sean that became pissed, but held off on the tongue lashing, politely replying, "Well, it's not exactly a polite question to ask somebody, but..."

"Sorry, Sean. All this is new to me."

"Oh. Well, I'm a top. What do you mean all this is new to you?"

A bit shy to say, Johnny replies, "Well, I never knew what to do with a man in bed, much, until Jim showed me."

"You and Jim had sex?"

"Yep."

"You lucky stiff!"

Not sure he was misinterpreting what Sean said, Johnny says, "Um, yeah. We both were."

"You both were what, Johnny?"

"Stiff."

Sean cracked a slight smile.

"Did I say something funny?"

"No, Johnny."

"Are you and JJ the same age?"

"No. I'm eighteen and he's twenty-one."

"We're the same age, Sean. When did you start having sex with men?"

"A couple of years ago or so."

"When you were fifteen?"

"Sixteen, I think. Yeah, Brae sent me to a private school. Some of us guys got to fooling around."

"Did you do fucking?"

"I fucked a guy."

"Wow! How did you know how to do it, Sean?"

Smiling, he replied, "Because the guy was older than me and already knew."

"He taught you?"

"Yeah, I guess you can say that."

"Golly, just like Jim teaching me!"

"You fucked Jim West?"

"If I wasn't supposed to say it, you wouldn't tell him, will ya?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say anything, but you are so lucky."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Standing in the jon, the two eighteen year olds have a teen-to-teen talk.

Laughing, Sean says, "Because I've seen Jim's ass. I think it's a hot ass. I wouldn't mind fucking it sometime. Tell me, Johnny, is Jim's ass tight?"

"I don't know. It's the first ass I've fucked."

"All I can say is, you're so lucky to have fucked him."

"If you want to fuck Jim's ass, why don't you ask him. He's had other men fuck him before."

"You don't have to tell me, Johnny. I know all about Jim, him getting fucked and the other stuff he's into."

"Oh yeah. I know. He liked sucking my cock and balls. He even licked my pecs, licked, sucked and kneaded my nips with his teeth, then he licked my stomach and wow! I never even thought another guy tongued a guy's navel. But, oh did I get a real surprise when Jim picked my legs up, nearly doubled me in half and guess what he did, Sean?"

"Um, tongue fucked your asshole?"

"How did you guess?"

"Have had it done to me, too."

"It feels so good. When Jim's tongue massaged me there, my cock was twitching something fierce!"

"Well, tell you something, Johnny, from all this talking about it, my cock is twitching something fierce right now!"

Sean wasn't the only one, as Johnny looked down, his hand finding that his pissed out cock had resumed it's hard status. But this time it wasn't aching to release a yellow stream!

"Um, Sean, do you think..."

"What Johnny?"

"Can I... I mean, other than Jim's cock, I never touched another man's cock."

"You... want to hold my cock, Johnny?"

Coining Jim's phrase, Johnny replies, "Only if `you' want to let me, Sean."

"I have no problem with it."

Walking over to Sean, Johnny stares down at the dark medium brown, haired pubes. Sean boosts his erection up, holding it flat in his hand. Johnny does the same to his.

"Looks like we're the same size," Johnny adds the statistic.

"Well, here, lets measure," Sean replies.

Sighing, Johnny allows Sean to take his cock, holding it like a handle, bringing him forward. Then switching positions, Sean stand next to Johnny. Pairing up their hard shafts, Sean holds both cocks, side by side.

"Looks like I got you beat by a half inch, Johnny... oops!"

Face turning red, Johnny shows embarrassment that a thick bead of precum has escaped the piss slit.

"Oh, sorry about that, Sean. I can get something to wipe... hey, what are you doing, Sean?"

"Licking my hand off, why? Haven't you ever tasted cum?"

"No. I thought it would poison you or something!"

This caused Sean to forget about everything and laugh his ass off.

"Poison, Johnny? Hell, if cum poisoned a guy, you know how many dead guys there would be walking around?"

Then Sean thought about it.

"Wait! That didn't make sense. They'd just be.... Shit! I hope nothing's happened to Brae and JJ."

Drawing off of his first session of closeness to a man, Jim West, Johnny first watches as Sean wipes the cum residue on his own stomach. Then, sensing the troubled attitude, puts his arms around Sean, the same like Jim had done, except they had been in bed. Drawing off the affection he felt from Jim, Johnny imparted it to Sean.

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"Tell ya, Jason, I `never' came like that before. Oh man you've got a way with a flogger. How you delivered fifty lashes to Morgan's back, without causing it to bleed, is beyond me. Yeah, you've got some talent... precision!"

Thirty-one year old Jason Schmidt let Pedro talk his ear off, all the while smiling, thinking of just how easy it was going to be to take Pedro's empire away from him, slipping it right out from under his feet.

"Hmm.. looks like one of our slave boys has passed out... or?"

Walking up to Braedon's collapsed body, Jason lifts his head up by his hair. He presses his fingers to Braedon's neck.

"He's still alive, but I think I'd better take him down."

"What about the other one?"

Walking over towards JJ, Jason looks at the twenty-one year old, as JJ stares back. Unknowing to Pedro, Jason sees something in JJ's eyes that he likes.

Not that JJ warranted it, but to satisfy his own desires, Jason adds, "I think it might be wise to give this boy a rest, as well."

He smiles at JJ, the palm of his hand moving over JJ's dark-haired chest, then dropping.

"Take a fancy to that boy, do you Jason?"

"He has some nice qualities."

"He's yours."

Playing with Pedro's emotions, he states, "Oh, I can't accept such a gift. I'm sure he would be fetching a substantial amount on the white slave market, sir."

"Yeah, well if you keep proving yourself, Jason, he'll be worth the amount of money I'd be losing. Cut him down and do what you want with him."

Jason especially liked that part about doing what he wanted with JJ.

"Oh, and Jason?"

"Yes, sir?"

"After you get these two boys taken care of, we're taking a trip to Bart's Tavern. I have somebody I want you to meet."

"Yes, Sir."

Pedro watched Jason single-handedly release Braedon from his bondage, putting shoulder to gut Jason hauled the twenty-five year old up and over his shoulder. He walked off, in the direction of the cell blocks. Pedro watched as Jason carried Braedon like a feather, arms of the unconscious slave swinging back and forth with his lithe step. He watched as Jason set Braedon on the wooden bench, then cuff his wrists to chains, stationed at the wall. After securing Braedon, his body bent over, he walked outside the cellblock. Pedro saw how Jason heaved at the loose chains, lifting Braedon's arms upwards, his body responding to his arms being pinned to the concrete wall. Pedro's loins stirred. He began revitalizing his visions for Jason. Instead of head of the guard, he saw the strong, well muscled physique as a possible addition to his flock of slaves, slated for the boxing exhibition.

In a way, Pedro sensed the pity of wasting such a physique as Jason, since he obviously he had some intelligence, something Morgan seemed to lack. He made note of how Jason placed the other slaveboy on the horse, stationing the Latino guard there, with explicit instructions for no man to touch him. He even admired Jason's hand, flogger in position, at the Latino's chest, telling him if anyone touched this man, there would be hell to pay.

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From afar, James West stood, looking through his binoculars.

"See anything, Jim?"

"Nothing yet, Marc. You?"

"No, except the carriage that just pulled up in front... wait. Two figures are leaving the compound."

"How many men do you think Gonzalez has in the compound?"

"Could be fifty, could be fifteen."

"Or, five hundred, Marc?"

"No, Jim. Don't think so. This is a small operation, compared to some of his other ventures."

"I can't believe it's taken so long to bring him down."

"We want to make sure we get every venue of Gozalez's operation."

"Oh yeah, I see the two men you saw, Marc."

As Jim looks at the small figures, quite a distance on, Marc holds the binoculars, but his attention focuses on a different matter, altogether. Gazing next to himself, his loins are reacting to the slender man next to him.

Quickly, Jim glances away from the binoculars, snagging Taylor's attention span. Looking back to the culprits, Jim then draws away from the targets.

"What're you looking at?"

"You," Marc says, looking back in the binoculars, smiling.

"Oh?" Jim asks, his eyes again trained on the subjects, carrying on a conversation outside the carriage.

Once again, the thirty-eight year old agent sidetracks his attention to Jim.

Without breaking his gaze to the horizon, Jim asks, "Like what you see, Marc?"

"Okay. You win, Jim."

"Win?" He questions Marc, now facing him.

"Yeah. I know what your intentions have been, ever since we last met."

"You're so sure of them, are you Marc?"

"Does this answer your question, Jim?"

Placing a hand behind Jim's head, Marc Taylor turns Jim's head, steps close to him and plants his lips on Jim's mouth. Responding, Jim works his hand to Marc's back and draws his body close to his.

"Um, I think we should be paying attention, Jim?"

"Right."

In their small show of affection for each other, they missed the two getting into the carriage and taking off.

"Where'd they go?"

"I don't know, Marc. We only kissed for a minute at the most!"

"Shit! I've gotta signal the men!"

"I suppose if you're cited for incompetence, Marc, I'll be the one to pay?"

"Oh, you're going to pay anyway, Jim!"

Jim's loins stirred, thinking of the last time he was dominated by Marc Taylor, held bound and gagged in Bart's dungeon and sweetly worked over.

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"Hmm, looks like Bart hasn't arrived yet."

"Oh? Then you are waiting for someone to come meet with you, sir?"

"On the contrary, Jason, he is waiting for us!"

Gaining entry to Bart's Tavern, Jason follows Pedro down the wine cellar stairs.

"Thirsty?" Jason asks Pedro.

"Oh yes. Very thirsty and wait till you see what awaits. It'll make you hunger, Jason."

No less than astounded, Jason's crotch began to react right away to the dungeon décor.

"Shit! Is that an authentic rack?"

"Sure is. Um, would you like to try it on for size?"

"No, but I'm sure I'll get some practice using it with my boy."

Pedro began getting hard, watching Jason look over the rack, picturing his body stretched out on it, the muscles taut, as his arms would be bound over his head.

"Leave that for now, Jason. I want you to meet somebody."

As Jason left the medieval implement of stretching, he looked in front of himself, then stole a glance back. He envisioned Pedro's body laid on the device and swore he heard him groan for mercy.

"Jason, meet the famous Artemis Gordon."

His hand immediately went to his crotch, seeing the alligator clamps, tightly bound to Artemis' purple nubs, stretched above his chest. By this time the pain had subsided, his nips going numb. A flick of the ketch on the winch changed all that.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Artemis cried out, as his nips pelted his chest, the clamps and chain coming to rest on the bed of hair.

Both men laughed.

"Hot torture, Pedro... I mean, sir."

Right at that moment, Pedro had that second thought about sending Jason to the slave quarters of his boxing training team. For half his life, he's wanted a man that appreciated the finer things in life, as he himself did. Moving towards Jason, the thirty-seven year old cupped the younger man's head in his hand and drew him in for a kiss. Jason pretended to accept. In fact, he had eyed up the handcuffs on the bondage table, as they laughed. He figured no time like the present to begin putting his takeover planning into action.

"Ooooh, you're so sensuous," Jason bestowed the comment on Pedro, at the same time reaching for the cuffs behind him.

"Mmmmm, I have this feeling that you and I are going to be more than good friends, Jason."

"Oh, you can believe that, Pedro!"

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Continued.....

Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.