The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences 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. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life.
ROAD TRIP brutal barry wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"We're here!"
About ready to haul Alfredo's ass out the back gate, imploding, the wooden gate swings inwards, slapping into the beaten Latino's chest, knocking his head to the side.
"Oops!" Barry exclaims. Then realising it could've been his fault, Barry exclaims, "Look Robbie! I knocked a guy out!"
"Man, you're brutal!" Robbie exclaims as two of the leathermen take Alfredo through to the other side of the gate.
One of the latinos mention, "He was already out."
Slowly, one by one, each team member enters through the portal, from the regular world, into the `land of bdsm fun'.
"Aiiiiiii!" Geraldo Estevez says in amazement, spotting each member of the Applegate University swim team enter, integrated with a few of the Greenville team.
Youngest member of the BDSM clan, Enrique Carrao looks beyond Robbie's bold physique, at guys around his own age, saying, "I think I've died and gone to heaven!"
Looking over the lot of swim jocks, Enrique's attention is drawn to one of them, walking towards him, point blank.
With both hands, Jason Youngblood, senior member of the Applegate swim team, reaches out, taking in his hands two cross-pieces of the leather harness, extending over Enrique's shoulders, down his chest and over his rounded pecs. Shiny rings intersect the straps of leather. He slides his fingers in between leather and skin, feeling it up. "I've never felt one of these before. Nice feel to it."
Looking down upon himself at his own brown-haired chest, Enrique's eyes make contact with Jason's hands, zings shocking his cock and balls as the twenty-one year swim-jock rubs the back of his hands against the light chest fibers. "You like it, do you?"
"Yeah." Then, letting the straps spring back in place, Jason observes, "Do you have to position these rings to fit exactly over your nips or...."
Quite to everyone's surprise, Enrique lifts his hand, cups Jason's head in his hand and directs his face to his chest.
"Look what he's making Jason do, Robbie!"
As Barry walks over to the two twenty-something year olds, he sticks his face in between head and chest, trying to see where Jason's face is headed.
They hear Enrique say to Jason, "I know you want it boy."
"Huh?" Jason questions, as his face is smooshed up against the six foot tall leatherman's hairy chest.
Astounded, all get caught up in Barry's remark to Jason, "He wants you to lick his nip, dummy!"
With his lip already touching metal, Enrique loosens the pressure on Jason's mane.
"I woulda never believed it," Barry says, the swim jocks all showing question on their face.
"Um, like what are you talking about, babe?" Robbie asks, standing next to his lover.
"Jason," Barry replies, "even though he's not gay, I figured him at least a topguy... I mean... look at him go!"
Robbie, as well as some of the others, swimmers and leathermen, inquisitively take a look, watching Jason twist his tongue around inside of the round metal loop, one of the intersecting rings holding the chest area of the harness together.
"Awesome!" Robbie remarks, licking his lips.
Some of Miguel's ratpack noticed Robbie doing so, attention keyed in on Jason, his tongue swirling around, teasing Enrique's nipmeat, wetting down his pec fur.
"Top, yeah right," one of the leathermen cast a shadow of doubt over Jason. Another put it, "He wouldn't be going at it with such enthusiasm if he wasn't a faggot!"
"You're right," Robbie says, "he's really getting into it."
All the team stood there, eyes widening, when they saw Enrique sigh in pleasure, the hand again on the swimmer's head, not moving Jason to the other nip, but rather pushing downwards. Right to his knees Jason succumbed to the master's ruling, his tongue `wanting' a taste of the thin, black treasure trail, on the way down.
"Told ya he's a faggot!"
Tommy Perez gawks, saying, "Yeah. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes... he," meaning Enrique, "didn't even tell Jason what to do and he's wetting him down!"
When Enrique snapped open his codpiece the aural sound of snaps being pulled open, plus the visual, first his 9c, semi-erect, popping out, followed by himself unearthing his balls from the leather prison, Flip Peterson, whom has palled around with Jason, says, "You might as well stuff that back in," talking about Enrique's shaft and balls, "you'll never get him..... to...."
Turning his head a little to the side, Jason ran his tongue alongside Enrique's hard cock, to the tip then tried forcing the tip of his tongue in the little pee hole, before moving forward, with a little coaxing on Enrique's part, he forced his tool into Jason's open orifice.
"OMG! You are gay!" Flip says, totally freaked out with amazement.
Robbie says, theoretically, "I guess that makes Jason a bottom."
"They call it submissive," Barry tells.
Other than Jason or Enrique, the others' attention, is drawn to Barry.
"Uh-huh. And what would you know about all this, babe?" Robbie inquires.
"Oh, I know lots about leather guys. I was curious when Roberto told us what was happening this weekend with coach, so I looked it up on the net one day. It's a whole science!"
"Science?" One of the leather dudes, Mario, questions, asking one his fellows, Geraldo, "What is this science?"
Boldly, Barry states, "What are you? A bunch of idiots or something?"
"Um, sweetheart, I don't think you should go around saying things like..." Robbie's voice trailed off, watching the two remaining leathermen turn their attention towards Barry.
Dropping their arms from folded across their harnessed chests Mario and Geraldo walk over to where Barry is standing, a vision of ironclad authority ruling over their demeanor. Looking around for backup, Robbie finds out he's `it', as he stands with his boyfriend.
As Geraldo speaks, Mario is eyeing up Robbie's physique, the tee shirt showing off his chiseled build. "You should know what you're up against before you go around bullshitting, punk!"
"Who you callin' a punk?" Barry questions, throwing the question back in the thirty-one year olds face, as he steps up to him, close enough quarters to feel his breathing on him.
"Can somebody tell me what's going on here?"
Miguel, stepping up to the quartet, places his hand on Robbie's shoulder, as if opening up a passage way to the enclosed four way conference. Immediately drawing off a flashback, Barry remembers how Robbie handled it when the two Greenville jocks attacked him. Thinking Robbie in danger, Barry jumps on Miguel's foot, grabs at his hair and yells in his face, "Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?"
Well this grabbed not only the attention of Geraldo and Mario, but Enrique snapped out of his pleasurable reverie to behold the sight of the unheard of... a guy going up against Miguel. Also, as far as height relationship, Robbie towered over Miguel by four or five inches, which shot holes in Barry's theory about size. However, the gasps turned to humor, when Miguel began walking around, making fun of Barry as he paraded the outskirts of the small crowd, carrying Barry on top of his boots.
"Huh?" Barry questioned, when Miguel walked him around, eventually pinning Barry up against the ropes of the backyard ring.
When Barry saw Robbie giggling, a smile on his face, Barry accused him of, "Is that what I get for trying to save your life?"
Tapping Miguel on the shoulder, the six foot two swim jock says, "Um, excuse me sir, but..."
Robbie didn't see it coming, as Miguel's arm thrusted backwards, his elbow planted in Robbie's abs.
"Ummmpfffff!" Robbie belched out.
"Shit!" Barry immediately called out, his reaction being to countermand the elbow-to-the-gut action.
"Oh shit!" All three latinos shouted out, as Barry punched Miguel in the stomach.
It was the first time in Barry's whole life he didn't hurt his hand, actually getting the intended results, thought up in a flash.
In reality, the elbow to Robbie's abs was a superficial surprise, the swimmer recovering almost immediately.
Bending over to where Miguel stood doubled in half, Robbie inquires, "Are you alright mister?" Then, off on a new tangent, "I can't believe it worked!"
"Well you know who you just punched, sweetheart?"
"Sure I do. A leather guy. I can't believe I decked the mean bastard!"
Mario and Geraldo even got in the act of trying to console, Mario asking, "You alright Miguel?"
Mario informed Barry, "If I were you kid, I'd head out of here and don't stop running til you're clear up the highway!"
They all expected Miguel to recover, then start cursing Barry out, using him for a punching bag, like they've witnessed before when somebody stepped out of line. But no, they stood there astounded as the recovering host smiled, offering his hand, introducing himself, saying, "Solid punch you've got there.... you've got guts.... I like a man who's not afraid to show who he is..."
Barry looked upon this as a victory, smiling a Robbie, After all, he only decked the notorious brother of their coach's partner. Miguel placed his arm around Barry and treated him like a hero.
Robbie hovered over the two, as Miguel asks Barry, "You bring your gear?"
"Gear?" Barry asks.
"Your leather?"
"Um, he doesn't own any leather, sir."
Stopping from walking towards the back door of the service station, Miguel turns around and looks at Robbie, who has just given Miguel a bit of information.
Eyeing Robbie up and down, Miguel yells something in the direction of Geraldo and Mario, in the native tongue they share.
"It's times like these I wish I took Spanish instead of Italian!" Robbie comments.
"He told the two Geraldo and Mario to strip you down and hang you up," Barry says, translating the Spanish into English.
"You know `the language'?" Miguel asks Barry.
Finding it an excuse to gloat about it, Barry replies, "Sure. I can speak four languages, English, Spanish, French, Italian and I'm taking second year German!"
It was something which amazed even Robbie, the first he's heard of it. As Barry and Miguel head for the indoors, the back gate opens. The two who saw fit to deliver Alfredo to the pound, enter.
"Slave roundup time!" Geraldo yells in the direction of Luis and Javier.
Scattered throughout the rather large parcel of grass and trees, fenced in by a high wall of brick and mortar, the other swim jocks have been taking a self-guided tour, studying the wooden `X' and square frames with leather cuffs attached.
"What's this for?" Josh Berg asks, holding up a conical object, flesh-colored, starting out narrow and wide at the base.
"Your ass, boy," Javier says, grabbing it out of his hand.
"Ass?" Josh questions.
"Hey, didn't you just go inside....with Miguel?" Javier asks of Larry, Barry's twin, standing with his newly discovered boyfriend, Edwin, from the Greenville team.
In their language, Geraldo informs Javier of the `identical twin' situation. Javier then remarks to Larry, "So you are twins?" Javier could care less about Larry, spying Edwin next to him, eyeing his Latino-bro up and down. Choosing, Javier bunches the pec area of Edwin's tee shirt up in his fist. Audibly both can hear the stitch in the fabric give away.
"Hey! You ripped my tee shirt!" Edwin complains.
An evil smile already taking up space on Javier's face, he tears the fabric even more, purposely this time, telling, "You're not gonna need it anyway, boy!"
Going back a week, when Anthony and Miguel chatted on the phone for the last time before going on their road trip, Roberto overheard every little detail, as Anthony sat back in his chair, hands behind his head, as he conversed with the speakerphone. Most of the time Roberto was making faces, shaking his head when he picked up on his brother's suggestions, knowing Anthony was falling for everyone of them. Only once did he hear Anthony sigh in disappointment, when Miguel mentioned his experience with the two college jocks, bound together, telling Anthony, too bad there's only one of you'!' Well, that same evening, while Anthony was busy, Roberto got on the phone with Miguel, noting one of the one harmless' scenario in which Anthony was very disappointed. When Miguel mentioned Where am I going to get a college jock? They are all on vacation,' Roberto suggested an Applegate student. They `all' don't go home on Thanksgiving vacation,' he reasoned with Miguel. So, Miguel dumped the responsibility of finding a college jock to meet up with them at their hacienda, on his bro.
In the days which followed, Roberto was able to manuever the conversation with his lover, finding out key information. Next day, he tracked down Anthony's extra set of telephone numbers for the Applegate University Swim Team and look up a number of one of the swim jocks Anthony had mentioned as hanging around campus for the Thanksgiving holiday. Before Anthony arrived home from a days work, Roberto was on the phone with Robbie Sinclair, explaining the situation. Robbie thought it could be kind of fun. Of course, being on the phone, Roberto couldn't see Robbie's hand stuck down his briefs, fondling his cock, turning it into a mass weapon of masturbation.
Robbie, not keeping anything from Barry, mentioned it to him. Barry told Larry, Larry told Edwin, Edwin told his fellow Greenville swim team member, Gil Giaimo, during practice with the Applegate team. When some of the Applegate guys heard Coach Torricelli's name mentioned they eavesdropped, catching the plans of the kinky action.
"Where does Robbie fit in?" Gil asks Edwin.
"I'm not sure how it all is going to go. They are doing some type of kinky roleplay... something about tying Robbie face to face with Coach Torricelli," Edwin explained.
Then it became obvious of the Applegate team listening in, when Sean Duffy nonchalantly comments, "Damn! I think I'll cancel my flight reservations!"
The jocks had talked about who was going where for the Thanksgiving holiday, Sean back to Ireland, Mik to New York City, the others hitting other destinations in the continental US. However, not all had plans, either really not wanting to make the family scene, or staying behind because of travel inconveniences. The five Applegate swim jocks who would be remaining on campus, Tommy Perez, Flip Peterson, Jason Youngblood and the Billington twins, all wanted in on Robbie's road trip. Barry was a definate shoo-in, but the other four needed to plea their case.
"Well why can't we go and watch?" Tommy questions Robbie.
The group of six stood around getting steamed up, in a semi-circle around Robbie, as he showered, running circles of soap over his chest and abs.
"Because Roberto's bro is only looking for one college dude," Robbie said, the only excuse he could improvise on.
Sarcastically, Jason comments, "You're not leaving your `sweetie' behind though?"
"Yeah... well, there's always one exception."
Flip Peterson says, "Sure would be hot seeing you and coach cemented together," as he stood there, firming up his piece.
"Forget it guys," Robbie offered as final, finishing with, "besides, Roberto's brother and his friends are looking for submissive bottoms. I don't think you guys can get into that kind of thing."
Turning to Tommy Perez, Flip reaches for the nineteen year olds nips, gently massaging them. "I think Tommy could get into it, huh Tommy?"
"Oh fuck yeah!" Tommy replied, dropping his head back as his cock stuck out, showing how much he was enjoying having his nipmeat pulverized.
Robbie reiterates, "Um, I just said... Miguel's friends play some kind of master-slave game. They are looking for bottom guys," slinging the comment at Flip who is dominating Tommy's pleasure zones.
"I might be able to get into it," Flip coolly mentions.
"I'll say," The Senior, straight member of the team states, slapping Flips hand off his hard shaft.
Fuck you, Youngblood!" Flip returns.
"In your dreams," Jason responds.
Leave it to Barry, entering the shower area, still in his shirt and shorts, sneakers sloshing over the wet floor, to say, "How come Roberto can't call his brother up and tell him your bringing your friends, babe?"
"Yeah," Barry's bro, Larry responds, "if you can go, why can't we?"
Not only are Barry's eyes trained on Robbie, but the whole team stands there, waiting for a reaction, hopefully in the affirmative.
Tommy says, "It's better than hanging out on campus all weekend," meaning Wednesday evening through whenever they had to report for classes Monday morning.
"C'mon man. Get on your cell and call Roberto. All he can say is `no'," Jason Youngblood reasons.
"He's right babe," Barry stands up for them.
"Um, you're getting wet," Robbie tries to sidetrack the conversation, as water bounces off his six foot, two bod.
It didn't work, as Barry responds, "I can go get your cellphone, babe?"
But Robbie tells him, "You can get wet, but my cell is a different story!"
In a few short seconds, Robbie is being hounded, rushed from the shower to the lockerroom by the swim team, Barry bringing up the rear, saying, "Hey! Wait for me guys". He stashes the tower of soggy towels he was holding.
"Hey, you with anybody yet?"
Taking a quick glance around, Flip Peterson notices how the guys are pairing off with the other leathermen. By now, Flip knew `the game'. Turning around, he was greeted by a man, say late twenties, hands on his hips, trying to look cool, decked out in chaps, boots, a leather vest and a leather armband around his bicep, a leather cap to top off the leather fashion.
Before anything more was said, Flip made it perfectly clear, "If you're thinking of stripping me down and tying me up, forget it... and another thing, I don't get fucked!"
From the way the leatherman looked, conducted himself, the blond haired, blue eye swimmer figured he would get pounced on, so kept up his guard. After all, Flip was a couple of inches taller and so he came across more as a power authority, waiting for retribution.
Instead, he got a toothy grin and, "Cool!"
"Hmm..." is all Flip said.
"Hey, you wanna exchange clothes?"
"Huh?" Flip replied.
"You know. Positions. You be the master and I'll be your slave? Game?"
Something came over the eighteen year old, as he stood there, eyeing up the hairy-chested man, the stripe of dark, almost black hair jetting down to his navel and beyond. Pronto, he snapped into the mold of a dominant `sir', taking a few quick lessons from what he was hearing from the wide circle around him, dictated, "What the fuck you doing with my chaps on boy?"
"Sorry sir. I'll get out of them real quick, sir."
Flip smirked, bubbling with laughter inside, but remaining composed on the outside facade, as he barked out, "That'll be Master Peterson to you, boy!"
"Yes sir.. I mean Master Peterson, sir," the five foot-eleven dominant-turned-sub replied cordially.
Flip stared at every inch of body as it was revealed, chest hair fanning both pecs, nips barely visible, the thick stripe down his abs, swirling around the deep innie, then the spectacular jump to his pubes, as his chaps came down. As each article of clothing came off of his `slave' and onto his own bod, Flip kept his attention attuned to his leather-boy.
"Aren't you forgetting something boy?"
"Um, it's kind of personal. I never take it off."
Keyed in on the only item left on his bod, Flip stared at the leather band around his boy's bicep. Also, from all around him, he was picking up the leather lingo'. "If that armband isn't attached to my bicep in thirty seconds, you'll be punished boy!" Flip could tell he was thinking, or was it he was playing the game'? Was his slaveboy intentionally defying his order?
From across the yard, they both turned their attention to the far wall, when one of the swim jocks, Jason, let out a whelp, as Enrique delivered a strap across his shoulder blades. A slight smile creased Flip's lips, as he looked at his boy, still with his attention cast to Enrique and Jason. Flip could swear he was licking his lips, as if wanting something so bad. Looking to his right, he noticed a wooden rack, different caliburs of whipping tools hanging from it. Flip placed his hand on a strap, a whipping tool resembling one of his belts in his closet. His whole being tingled, but mostly the spot between his legs. With his boy's back facing him, he knew the stance a man takes when rubbing himself between the legs. A few moments ago, as he watched his prize strip, Flip heard another `sir' tell his subject, Tommy Perez, to stop touching his cock, that it no longer belonged to him. To call his boy's attention, Flip rubbed the doubled leather weapon back and forth, up and down, across his boy's back, with a nasty flair, saying, "I want that armband boy. You ready to place it on my arm?"
Turning around, Flip now held the strap in front of him.
"Sorry Master... I..."
"Oh shit!" Flip said himself, as his boy gasped, when thinking he tapped the hairy abs actually delivered a moderate blow to his stomach. "Did that hurt?"
Smiling, dropping out of the play, into reality, his boy replied, "A little. Not much actually."
Both looked at the red splotch over the stomach trail. Seemingly a lull in the roleplaying activity, Flip asks, "What's your name?"
"Mario Gonzales."
"Um, nice to meet you... I mean... I'm Flip Peterson... I actually never did this before. Can you tell?"
"I'd say a little more than obvious, but if you want to get into it, I could coach you along?" Mario.
A bit skeptical, Flip says, "Sure. Right. You're going to tell me how to hurt you."
A grin across Mario's face, he replies, "I can take a fair amount of pain, if you're into giving it."
"I'm not sure," Flip replied, but at the same time, his balls remained active. Then he puts the question to Mario, "Um, I can't say that I really get into this roleplaying shit. Can't we just `do some stuff'?"
Smiling, Mario replies, "No problem." Then, looking to his left arm, he proceeds to take off his armband. "Here you are."
"But you said..."
Giggling, Mario replies, "Yeah, you had me convinced there for a moment."
"Huh?" Flip says as Mario fits the armband around his upper arm.
"The armband. Refusing to take it off." Still smiling, Mario fills him in, "It would have been the perfect scenario."
"What would have been?" Flip asks, still not sure where this is going.
"My refusal to take it off. I was sure you were going to give me a hot whipping til I gave in. What a pity. I really feel like getting a whipping too. And..." He stops midsentence, looking Flip up and down.
"What?"
"It would've been a hot roleplay, you giving me a beating."
"Wait," Flip stopped him, "I don't get it," even though Flip `was' getting it a little, but still unclear of Mario's intentions.
"I think you're hot."
"Hot?" Flip questions.
"Yeah, especially how you treated me when I approached you. The more I talked with you, the more I knew I would be surrendering my leather to you."
Now getting most of the gist of it, Flip ventures to say, "I own your cock and balls too, right?"
Mario loved what he was hearing. Being willing and able, he was ready to take Flip off the deep end, trailing behind him. "How about we start with some cock'n'ball torture?"
Flip wasn't too sure about it, thinking of his own cock and balls, but he didn't hesitate to follow Mario, as he was led across the yard and inside the gas station.
Same time, Miguel ushered his young protege into body shop.
"Hey! Look at you and me Flip... we both got leathers on!"
Flip had to admit Barry looked quite `transformed'. "Wow! You look awesome Barry."
"You look cool too. Um, how come you have leathers on and he doesn't?" Barry asks, his nodding head refering to Mario.
The sight was already giving Miguel's balls palpatations.
Mario, anxious to get started with his torture tutoring, explained, mostly for Miguel's benefit, "He's a hot top. I felt like switching."
In passing by Flip, Miguel patted the new leatherman's shoulder, remarking, "When it comes to his balls, show no mercy.... he'll love you for it!"
"Oh really?" Flip said, turning to look at Miguel walk away, expecting more conversation.
Instead, he turned around quickly when he heard Mario gasp out loud, followed by, Barry coolly saying, "Miguel said I can do that to any of the `slave-guys'!"
Mario mentions, "It was only a niptug. No big deal."
Sure enough, the skin around Mario's right nip was red. Another thing was very prominent, Mario's stiff cock, leaking.
"So, you really do get turned on by pain?"
"Yeah and it'll be especially nice getting it from you."
For now Flip was giving up on the `image' thing, but wasn't about to let go on the idea Miguel put into his head. "What's all this about your balls?"
"Want to find out?" Mario said, grinning, taking slow paces towards one of the bondage tables.
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Meanwhile, Barry walked along with his cohort, Miguel, both carrying on a conversation as if the nineteen year old has been into bdsm all his life. Stopping at the `X', holding Jason Youngblood, eagle-spread with his back facing the audience, Enrique has just finished cracking a flogger across his back.
"Wow! I never woulda thought," Barry gasps, looking at the red back where fronds of leather has caressed it for the past fifteen minutes.
"Yep," Enrique replies to Barry, "he's really loving every minute of it too."
The two watched as Enrique reached around Jason's thighs and milked his cock two times, drawing out strands of precum.
"Can we get on with it now?" Jason impatiently yells out.
"Impertinent slaveboy you have there," Barry comments.
Miguel, obviously not sure what Barry just said, adds, "You've got a foul-mouthed boy there, Enrique. You oughta teach him some manners."
"Oh don't you worry about that. In three days I'll have him eating outta my ass!"
It wasn't a chapter Barry much cared for, but commented on, "You're really going to have Jason eatting your shit? Man, that's really gross!"
Enriques was lenient towards Barry's feelings, telling him, "Nah. I'll just have him lick my hairy ass."
"Make sure you're squeaky clean."
"I'll keep that in mind." Then Enrique suggests, "Hey, you want to flog my boy?"
Not given much of a chance to voice his opinion, Enrique had the handle of the six-strand flogger placed in Barry's hand, his hands positioning him in the correct manner to get a good swipe of Jason's shoulders and mid-back. Then, taking Barry's hand in his, Enrique lifted the flogger up and made motions as if he was actually whipping Jason. When he withdrew his hand, Enrique said, "Go for it!"
Barry had only read about it, trying it out, swinging his belt against his bed, utilizing his pillow as a guy's back. Even though Enrique had moved him into what he thought was a good stance, Barry repositioned himself twice, before lifting the flogger behind himself. He then made mention, "I've only done this with a belt."
Miguel and Enrique exchanged glances, Miguel saying, "I thought you are a novice?"
"Oh, I am. I mean I used to practice whipping my pillow with a belt. I never did it with a flogger."
It put a smile on Enrique's face, as he took the flogger from Barry's hand, saying, "I think it's about time we've moved on."
As Enrique took Barry over to the rack containing a multitude of whipping devices, Miguel stayed behind. A couple of times, Enrique and Barry turned their attention to the yard, upon hearing Jason's yelps, Miguel reconfiguring the flogger, readying for the next lash.
"That one is like my belt at home," Barry pointed to a brown leather strap.
"Then that's the one," Enrique said gleefully.
"Um, but Jason's my friend. We're on the same swim team. I don't want to hurt him."
Putting his arm around him as they walked back, Enrique assured Barry of two things. First, Jason was going to love feeling the leather strap snap against his skin and secondly, he would instruct Barry so he wouldn't leave any permanent marks on Jason's back.
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"How's that?"
"Oh man... you don't know how hot it feels!"
"Hurt?"
"You bet it does!"
Flip gulped, after adding another small weight to a hook, attached to a rope, fastened around a pulley, extending high up in the service station ceiling, the other end tautly pulling against Mario's body, restraining his balls towards the ceiling.
"I'm ready for another," Mario said.
His body all sweaty, he applied a small grin to the corners of his mouth, showing Flip he was enjoying having his balls stretched out.
"Um, can't we try something else?"
"Sure. Want to do my nips next? If you want you can drip hot wax on my chest, then rip my hair out around my nips. Makes it easier to see what you're doing, as you torture them."
"That's gotta really hurt," Flip said, testing Mario.
"I know. Cool, huh?"
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Barry eyed up Jason's upper back, methodically thinking about how to lay the leather strap across it, as if following some intricate theory. "Okay. I know where I'm going to whip him."
It's then Enrique stepped in, showing Barry how to draw the strap behind him. He gave Miguel the priviledge of showing Barry how to crack the strap. When Barry tried it, he accidentally whipped his own thigh!
"Oh fuck did that hurt!" The three looked at the red welt forming.
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2B continued...
Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.
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