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 sweet pleasures wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Am I awake?"
"Depends on how much you are enjoying the dream, amigo!"
When Anthony moved his arms to rub his eyes with his palms he groaned, a result of his bruised abs. Therefore, he reached for his abs, which irritated him more than his eyes.
"Whoa now, cowboy," Tino says, putting pressure on Anthony's chest with his flat hand, interpeting his half crunch as wanting to sit up. He also read his patient's mind, wanting to see the visible reason his stomach ached.
With his mind on his abs, Anthony hadn't noticed Tino allowing his hand to remain on the bed of hair between his two pecs. "Um, I guess he," meaning Alfredo, "slugged me kind of hard, huh?"
Recalling Anthony's short interval in the ring, out back, Tino says, "Your first mistake was being over confident."
Admitting to it, Anthony replied, "Right. I really thought I could whip Alfredo's butt, while he was down, if Juan hadn't coiled his flogger around me. Yet, if I recall correctly, wasn't it Juan who helped stop things once they got out of control?"
"Yes. So it goes when boys and their toys mix with the human anatomy," the med student theorized. "However the truth of the matter remains," Tino states, Anthony giving him a look of question. Same time, the twenty-four year old med student slowly slides his hand down Anthony's bod, one finger painting the hairy line separating his abs. Lying it flat, he musses the swirl of dark hair around Anthony's navel.
"Truth?" Anthony questions, now focusing on Tino's hand getting dangerously close to his privates.
"Now correct me if I'm wrong and I am assuming here, but wasn't it more this," Tino runs his hand down Anthony's softened cock, "goading you on?"
"Um, no. Actually..." Anthony gulps.
"You know what amigo?" Tino interrupts, "It is good you are a swim coach because you would make a very bad actor!"
Tino didn't even let Anthony respond, his other hand petting his patient's chest hair, two fingers, flattened, a perky nip gripping between.
"Ooooooh," Anthony sighed, relaxing his head against the soft bondage table, as Tino brought his two fingers together. From his lightly kneaded nip, the shocks traveled right down to his massaged cock. He whimpered when Tino ceased both actions.
"Too bad you've had enough fun," Tino said, his words meant to provoke a response when he cupped his hand around Anthony's big balls.
"Enough fun? Oh, but I....."
"If I had my way, I'd be playing tennis right now!"
Anthony knew Tino talked about his balls, the response he used to get in high school, college and sometimes overhearing it at his private swim parties, his team members talking about his fully proportioned endowment. "What's stopping you?"
"Miguel. He says you're out of the game."
"Whaaaaaaaat?" Anthony shouted out, his hands at his sides, pressed against the bondage table, an opposite reaction for sitting up. Same time, he let out a loud groan, his arms crossing his abs.
"You've just made your own point, amigo," Tino said, placing a hand behind Anthony's back and gently helping him to lie down. Like his hand moving in on Anthony's pubes, the side of Tino's face came dangerously near Anthony's cheek.
So close was Tino, Anthony could feel the warmth of the latino's breathing on his shoulder. "You go get Miguel and we'll see about this!"
Tino's first impression was the defiant attitude Anthony projected. Then he had to remind himself he wasn't in `the game'. If the two were into the roleplaying activity, Anthony would surely have experienced punishment, but instead the twenty-seven year old coach received a warm smile from the collegiate. "Promise me you won't get up and I'll see about fetching Miguel?"
Agreeing, Tino walked towards the door to the outside. Breaking his word, Anthony propped himself up on his elbows, to get a look at the tight chaps, moving to the beat of Tino's ass. At the door, Tino yelled something out in Spanish, then returned to the table, smiling at catching the last moment when Anthony's head hit the table.
"What?" Anthony asked when Tino still smiled, staring at him.
"Y'know, if one of my slaveboys pulled a stunt like that, his ass would be glowing from my favorite leather paddle?"
"Stunt?" Anthony questioned. "Why... whatever do you mean, `sir'?"
It was a stalemate of smiles.
"I know you are partnered," Tino said, `out of the blue'.
"Yeah. Roberto. Miguel's brother," as if Tino didn't already know, "he's real special to me," Anthony gloated, cracking a toothy smile even though his abs ached a bit.
"Hmm... then if Roberto cares this much for you, why did he agree to have you being beaten to a pulp?"
Anthony sensed Tino getting to a point here, but was patient, feeling him out-- see where all this was going. "It wasn't supposed to go this way. Matter of fact, I hadn't an idea there was going to be the whole gang here playing around with me."
As Tino carried on with their conversation, his hand returned to Anthony's chest, his thumb and knuckle of his finger forming a vice around Anthony's nip. "Miguel told me how much you enjoyed the first time around."
By now Anthony could care less about Tino's words, as he lay on the bondage table, feeling his right pec being toyed with. Slowly, Tino brushed over Anthony's hairy chest, taking his other nip in hand, Tino getting his other hand in the act, playing with both pecs.
"Oooooooooooh," Anthony sighed as Tino pulled both nips out of the fuzzy pecs.
He abruptly let go when Miguel entered. Anthony couldn't make out a word of their native tongue, as the two talked. He did have a hunch when Tino felt up his balls. Another sign is when Miguel looked over at Anthony's pecs.
With a slight smile, Miguel asks, "How you feeling Anthony?"
"I feel fine," Anthony replied, discounting the fact his stomach felt a little tender.
"Hmm," Miguel thought things over, following Anthony's tummy trail down his pubes. "Tino here assures me nothing physically is wrong with you except some tender abs."
He waited for Anthony's opinion. Indirectly, he answered, "I'll get over it."
Of course Miguel was trying to dissuade Anthony from anymore play, adding, "You know Roberto is going to give me hell for the welts on your back?"
"Don't worry," Anthony put his hand on Miguel's forearm, "I'll smooth things over with him."
"I don't think it will be that easy." He waited for more from Anthony, but when nothing else was spoken, he asks, "So, are you in good enough shape for a little cock and ball torture?"
"Hell yeah!" Anthony said, looking at Tino. "I mean, Tino here is studying to become a doctor. I'm sure he knows the human anatomy very well.. enough not to do anything `dangerous'."
"It's against my better judgement," Miguel put in his last dibs for stopping anymore role-playing.
"Don't woos out on me now, Miguel," Anthony dared to say.
Tino turned to Miguel and threatens, "Don't worry. I'll make sure he pays for his indignant attitude."
However, Miguel had a different source of punishment to dish out. Reaching under the bondage table, he pulled out two black leather cuffs, tossing them on Anthony's stomach. "First things first," Miguel says, the other two with looks of curiosity. "You get the cuffs on him while I go back the tow truck in the bay."
Tino was in the dark, as Anthony replies, "Oh cool!"
"So, what's this all about?" Tino inquired of Anthony, fitting a cuff around one wrist and buckling it.
"My first encounter with the beast," Anthony said of Miguel. He figured Miguel hadn't mentioned their little joyride, so elaborated, telling of his two wrists shackled to the hook of the tow truck and being `towed' all over the neighborhood, his cock and balls swinging to the wind.
"I had no idea, but Miguel did mention how you liked having your body racked out."
"Yeah. Was real hot," Anthony replied, his churning balls helping to remember the moment he stood, eagle-spread, tied to the car lift, stretched towards the ceiling, while his cuffed ankles remained fastened at ground level.
His hand returning to Anthony's abs, his fingertips slightly putting pressure on the sixpack, Tino suggests, "I bet you can take more, huh?"
Anthony moaned when Tino pressed in sharply, toying with the middle region of his stomach. The latino knew the difference between a man being in pain and a man being in sweet pain. He made his diagnosis for the latter.
"You and I are going to have some sweet fun, amigo."
Interrupting, the new tow truck backed in. Half sitting up, Anthony let his feet fall off the table, sitting up on the edge. He gasped, "Akkkk," feeling his ab muscles work in unison to bring him into the position, same time mentioning, "I don't know how much gut punching I'm going to be able to take."
"You'll take whatever I give you, `boy'."
The two exchanged glances, Anthony following with a smile after seeing a toothy grin on Tino's face. He replied, "Yes, sir!"
"Time to tango," Tino said, as Anthony's bare feet landed on the cement floor.
Again, Miguel mentioned something to Tino, in Spanish. He passed a thick chain to Tino, whom helped feed it through the large rings on each leather cuff. Anthony let them have their undecipherable conversation, as they lifted arms up, placing the secured chain over the hook. As the two stare at Anthony, Miguel excused himself, pulling a lever on the side of the flatbed of the tow truck. Slowly, Anthony's bod began rising til he was on his tippee toes. Then his arms took up the slack of his bod, his feet coming off the floor. Tino smiled, feeling up Anthony's furry chest once more, his other hand busy firming up his cock.
"Ready to rock'n'roll," Miguel said, remembering it from some movie he had seen, as he reported to the cab of the truck. "You coming?" he yelled to Tino.
Tino responded in Spanish, but didn't approach the tow truck, instead he walked away from it, headed back to the bondage table. Anthony looked down, rather than up, at what Tino carried in each of his hands; a leather and chain device in his right hand, a hammer in his left. Reverting back to english, he states, "No sense wasting anytime, eh `boy'?"
Anthony far from complained when Tino cinched a leather collar around his balls, allowing the chain part to hang down. Holding the handle of the hammer in the middle of the circular piece of chain, he said, "This is a sample of the fun we are going to having!"
"Oooooooooooh," Anthony sighed out loud, as Tino dropped the hammer, the top getting snagged in the chain, weighing down the pair of hairy balls. Paying little attention, Tino hopped in the cab of the tow truck and they were off.
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"That hurt babe?"
"A little," Robbie replied, when Barry gently slapped his stomach with the leather strap.
"Maybe that's enough, huh?"
"Whatever you want," Robbie settled for, even though his balls were churning, wanting more from his master-lover.
"Enough?" came a reply from Enrique, passing by while giving Jason a rest from the lash. "Let me give you a hint here," he said, taking the leather strap out of Barry's hand. "Stand back a little." Barry stepped back. "First of all, you don't ask. The way you tell your boy wants more is this."
Barry followed Enrique's eyes, as they dropped from Robbie's face, to his pubes.
"Yeah, just as I thought."
"Precum. So?" Barry questioned.
"Let me make a point. You stroke him while I work with this strap."
"You're not going to hurt him, are you?" Barry asks, concerned.
Nonchalantly, Enrique answers, "Of course I'm going to hurt him. Like he doesn't want to be?"
Both looked to Robbie for an answer. It wasn't something Robbie had dwelled on, but seeing all the other swim jocks having a painfully good time, he took the hint and said, "Yeah. Sure."
"You're going to like getting pain, babe?" Barry asked his lover.
Robbie wasn't a hundred percent sure, so left it as, "Could be a turn on."
"Yeah right," Enrique said, as he took a sample of Robbie's cock drool from Barry's hand.
"Only thing is..." Enrique assessed, "they didn't finish tying this boy out."
Robbie's arms already stretched the length of rope fitted across the mock boxing ring. Barry stood there, watching Robbie look to how Enrique tied a rope around each of his ankles. The right ankle he fastened to the corner post, but there wasn't any way to stretch his victim out to the left.
"Be right back," Enrique said. Walking past Jason, Enrique laughed as he swatted the swim jock's red back with the strap. As he picked up a wooden peg from the lawn, he said to Jason, "I'll be back in a minute to finish working you over, boy!" Jason just smiled. It was enough of a reaction to solicit a longing for a kiss, which Enrique eagerly delivered, as his victim stood, stretched out and tied to the `X'.
Walking back to the ring, Enrique snatched up rubber mallet next to where Tommy Perez lay, his tormentor, twenty-nine year old construction worker, Pablo, had Tommy's back pinned to the grass, sat on his chest, his cock nicely being massaged by a talented tongue.
Enrique joked, "Don't give me any ideas, Pablo."
Pablo returned with, "You don't know what you're missing!"
While Enrique was on his mission for finding the remaining bondage materials, Barry had been talking with Robbie, finding out he wanted to see where all this was going, regardless of the pain factor. "If it makes you happy," Robbie responded.
"I dunno. I don't like seeing you in pain."
He was cut off by Enrique, who overheard, telling Barry, "Your boy loves it. You saw the proof," proving it by taking a second glob of cock spit, making it ooze from Robbie's leaking shaft.
"I guess," Barry replies.
With a few taps, the wooden peg was set in the ground, Enrique stretching Robbie's left leg outward, tying the rope around the bondage device. "You've got a lot of options here."
"Options?" Barry asks.
"Sure. He's got a nice set of balls to play with. Nice pecs," Enrique tweaked one of Robbie's hair-ringed nips, to favorable response. "Yeah, would be cool flogging his chest, too."
Not sure Barry was into it, Enrique sure had Robbie wanting to be abused for pleasure.
Seeing his boyfriend not sure now, he decided to do a little reverse psychology and begin pressing Enrique's buttons. "Um, why don't you show Barry what to do?" Robbie asks.
Knowing all along of Robbie's wants and needs, plus seeing Barry's reluctance, Enrique began to get the roleplay in motion, saying, "I hear you're a very intelligent guy, Barry?"
"I skipped the fifth and eighth grades," Barry replied, more upbeat.
"Yeah well, then I don't see where we should let this boy keep insulting you, calling you a stupid ass!"
Upset over how Enrique twisted his words, Robbie shouts out, "I never called him... ugh!"
Right away, Enrique's hand slapped against Robbie's cheek, knocking his head from left to right, seemingly leaving a handprint of red.
Barry's eyes looked like saucers, as he questioned Robbie, "Did that hurt babe?"
"Yeah," Robbie replied, looking at Enrique, a grin on his face. He then suggests, "Um, I don't think Barry knows how to properly use a flogger. Why don't you give him a lesson or two, Enrique?"
Using Robbie's words, Enrique started to dive into the roleplay, accusing Barry's tied-down slaveboy of insuboordination, lack of a slave's ettiquette.
Before he started whipping Robbie's chest with the leather fronds, Barry makes a discovery. "Hey, look. He's dripping more cock stuff!"
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"I'll never talk!"
Shortly before things began taking shape, after the swim jocks sprung themselves on the fleet of leathermen, like a carefully crafted plan, all the guys began pairing off. Only odd pair to hook up were Flip Peterson and Mario Gonzales. The eighteen year old swim jock's first impression had been every guy whom dressed in leather to be a tough top, wanting a `boy' to dominate, something he wasn't cut out to falling into the part. For awhile, he and Mario just talked. So, backing up a couple of hours, Mario inquired to Flip's major, courses he's taking, things to stir up conversation. Flip's questions brought up the fact his twenty-nine year old pair off is a cop.
"I get it," Flip assumes, "you're into fantasizing about taking the law into your own hands... punishing a guy?"
"Or could be the other way around," Mario says, waiting silently for Flip's reaction.
"But you're a leather man. You're a top guy."
"Just because all of us wear leather, doesn't mean we are all the same... status," Mario tries making it clear where he's coming from.
Knowing little about bdsm or roleplaying, Flip began his education. But time was a-wasting and Mario knew this.
"Time flies when we're having fun. Why don't we start out and you can pick up things as we play along. I can help you get into it."
"Yeah right," Flip says, "you're going to tell me how to tie you up and... torture you."
"It's not like I haven't been in a slaveboy's place before. Yep, I could stand to take some pain."
As Flip looked around the backyard, other guys with their `masters' began to make up his mind. For one thing, Pablo's knees touching ground as he sat on Tommy's chest, his big cock being medicated with a talented tongue. He could stand to experience some of the same pleasuring. So, he reasoned, "It doesn't have to be all pain, right?"
A nod in Jason's direction, gave Mario a hint to what would turn Flip on. "I could get turned on by being forced to suck frat cock!"
It didn't exactly make Flip's shorts tent, but it propelled his balls to feel some tingling, maybe reluctant to feel how a dominant top feels, quelling his drive to experience a fully hardened cock. He could relate to Mario's circumstance, as he explained, "Would be cool to drive a man in uniform to his knees, I suppose."
"You've made up your mind quick... about how the scenario is going to go?" Mario questioned him.
Being sympathetic to the cause, Flip began to feel more excitement deep down inside, a glance to the front of Mario's chaps, seeing the formed bulge. "No biggie. I mean all us guys at one time or another have gotten hassled by the campus security over a tiny infraction like parking in a no parking zone for like two seconds or being a little loud after curfew, in the dorm." Feeling the power of fantasy, he offers, "Would be kind of fun thinking of you as one of those security guards. Too bad though you're in your leather getup, instead of a uniform."
"You're in luck!"
"Oh? How's that?"
"I came to the party right from work, changing in Miguel's house. My uniform is still hanging over the chair in his room."
From Mario's excitement, Flip saw he really wanted to make this fantasy take on the atmosphere of reality.
"What are you waiting for `boy'?" Flip states, copying the language tossed around the backyard playground.
"Cool!" Mario said, then asks, "I still think I'm young enough to use the lingo."
He giggled, as Flip asks, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-nine. And you?"
"Ten years younger than you... but I'd say you're borderline with using `cool'."
"And my age? You're okay with playing with a guy ten years older than you?"
Flip, at six foot-one, towered over Mario by three inches, which gave him the perfect excuse for looking down into the latino's deep brown eyes. Probably part of the reason he resounded with, "Age doesn't put limits on how hot a guy looks."
"You think I'm hot?"
"Yeah," Flip said, adding, "especially right here," placing his hand on the dark fur, midchest, turning his hand around and letting the backs of his fingers follow the treasure trail down, almost to Mario's waist.
"So, you're okay with hairy guys?"
"Especially hairy guys with deep innies!"
Mario sighed, "Oh fuck yeah," when Flip impaled Mario's navel on his finger.
With his finger still lodged in the latino's bellyhole, he suggested, "Why don't you go get into your uniform so I can rip it off you?"
Still in a deep stare, Mario irks him on, "Why don't you come help?"
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"Oooooh, what is coach gonna say when he sees your chest, babe?"
After the thirty or so lashes of the flogger across Robbie's chest, some landing lower, Enrique takes Barry's hand and squashes the handle to the whipping tool into his palm, with regard, "He can take a lot more."
"Really?" Barry questioned, not sure if he was asking Enrique or Robbie.
However, Enrique answers, questioning Robbie, "You want more, don't you boy? Feels good, don't it?"
Enrique helped draw out Robbie's answer, fondling his cock, slowly stroking it.
"Fuck, yeah!"
"Doesn't it hurt?" Barry asks, still not sure which guy he's asking.
This time Robbie takes the iniative to reply, "Yeah. Hurts so fuckin' good, babe."
With cock juice leaking all over Enrique's hand, he cues Barry in, "Next time don't even waste your breath asking. This is always a sure indication of what a man is feeling!"
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Somewhere along the side of the road, Miguel pulled off at an unkept picnic site, nestled in amongst the trees and bushes. Both he and Tino stood there, talking over Anthony's predicament.
"I think our boy is ready for something heavier than a hammer, wouldn't you say Miguel?"
"When we get back. That is if Anthony wants to keep playing."
Sure, the two latinos could have spoken in spanish, but then how would they continue to turn on their bondage-boy? When they exited the tow truck, Tino applied the ball gag he found on the seat of the truck. It especially turned him on, when he discovered the short tube running through the center of the ball.
Tino replied to Anthony, "A man doesn't need his voice to give his approval."
It was apparent to both dominants, Anthony leaking between his legs, the goo collecting on the chain of the ball parachute.
"Remember though. No marks!"
"What are we waiting for?"
However, Tino had the notion to remove the parachute, in order to start out with fresh pain, when he worked over Anthony's balls.
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"Ready for the next pain session, boy?" Enrique asked Jason, as he proceeded to unfasten the cuffs around his ankles.
"I didn't think I could get into it, but it was real hot man."
Enrique smiled, taking Jason's answer as a positive reaction. Losing his footing, descending from the `X', a short two inches from the two posts where his feet sustained his weight, gave enough height for Enrique to literally catch the twenty-one year old college senior in his arms.
"Am I lucky you're strong, um `sir'," Jason said, remembering the roleplaying greeting, beaten into him. He also felt Enrique's thin sideburns on the side of his face, running from cheek to chin.
"I've had enough S&M play for now. How about we get ourselves together and take a ride over to my place?"
Still in Enrique's arms, Jason Youngblood had little reason not to accept.
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On the way into Miguel's dungeon set up, he, Tino and Anthony had a good time, laughing their asses off about the cop who stopped them on their return trip.
"It's a good thing you and he go way back," Anthony told Miguel.
Being old news too for Tino, he was more interested in Anthony's soft parts. "How's the balls, Anthony?"
"Great, but my shoulder. I don't know. It's a little sore and..."
"Shit, Roberto's going to have my balls if there's another thing wrong with you, Anthony!"
"Oh, I'm sure it'll work itself out. All it probably needs is a good `stretch'?"
Looking to Tino, Anthony's hint was well received.
"You play nice," Miguel warned Tino, as he went out back to see what the gang was up to.
"How about a quick massage?" Tino asked of Anthony.
Standing under the same lift where Anthony was strung up to last time, stretched out like on a rack, he replied, "Well sure. I was thinking of maybe a little stretching, but sure. I could give you a rub down if you want."
Walking up to Anthony, placing a hand to side of his abs, Tino softly says, "I was thinking more the other way around."
"What? You want to give me a massage?" Anthony asked, puzzled. "Um, aren't you the master and me the slave? I'm the one who's supposed to be following the orders, you dishing them out, no?"
"Right," Tino replies with a sly grin, "and I'm ordering you to lie faced down on the bondage table."
"If you say so," Anthony accepted.
Reaching for a small, black sports bag, Tino returns, carrying a square plastic package, almost clear liguid seen through the transparent package. Tearing a corner off with his teeth, he spits it out. Holding it over Anthony's back, he drizzles it from shoulder to shoulder, down his spine, back and forth over his waist, then right down the crack of his ass.
"Feels... nice," Anthony replied, not sure about the slimy feeling of his ass crack.
"It could feel nicer," Tino replies.
Turning his head to the other side, Anthony witnesses Tino stripping off his black vest, stripping it, exposing his ripped bod, a thin trail from the middle of his sixpack, over his navel and dipping into his chaps.
"Nice," Anthony sums up his hot physique. "Workout?"
"Six out of seven days, bike, run, swim... yeah, gotta keep the machinery in good condition," the twenty-four year old med student replies.
"Miguel tell you I'm a swimming coach at Applegate University?"
"That he did," Tino replies, as he sets his Doc Martin's safely to the side. "I'll have to visit one day and pick up some swimming tips from you."
Anthony had no reply, as he watched Tino unbutton the front of his chaps, down to the snapped on codpiece. He licked his lips when Tino's endowment fell out. His gesture of wanting a taste didn't go unnoticed. "First I'll give you a massage and then you can do me!"
All Anthony could dwell on is feeling hungry.
"Ready for that rubdown?"
Agreeing, Anthony waited for Tino's hands to rub his back. Instead, he got a rude awakening as Tino hefted himself up, kneeled on one edge of the bondage table, swung his leg over to the other side, holding Anthony's ass imprisoned between his thighs.
"Um, I don't know about this," Anthony said, trying to turn his head, look at Tino.
"Relax, Anthony. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do. You do want a massage, don't you?"
"Um, yes."
Leaning forwards, Tino raised his ass, placed Anthony's wrists above his head, telling him, "Close your eyes and just take it all in."
"In? You mean like...."
"I'm not going to fuck you, okay? I know you have a boyfriend."
"Okay," Anthony replied. "Just checking."
Doing as told, Anthony placed his forearms above his head, resting his forehead on them, closing his eyes. So many times he sighed when Tino's palms spread the oil over his shoulders, down his blades, massaging his whole back. At the same time, whenever Tino leaned forwards, the barrel of his 9c rubbed against the middle of his back, each time feeling the spear poke at him. It was a such a delightful pleasure, Anthony didn't even take notice when Tino's shaft sat in his ass crevice, his ass cheeks pleasuring Tino with a hot massage. Moving faster and faster, Anthony had the feeling of getting fucked, but knew Tino's stick wasn't embedded in his ass chute when he cried out, shooting his load all over Anthony's back.
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"I'm kind of getting tired of this. Can we go onto something else?"
"Um, I sure am red, aren't I babe?"
"You wanted it," Barry said outright.
"Oh, I'm not complaining babe. Nope. You really have a way with a flogger," Robbie replied, more jovial.
"Really? You think I'm good at being a master?"
Robbie hated to burst Barry's bubble, but at the same time thought it the kind thing to do, saying, "Truthfully, I don't think you were putting yourself into it babe."
"I know I didn't do as good a job as Enrique," Barry said, a downer in his voice.
"Sure you did. I mean, look how red I am!"
Scanning Robbie's bod, Barry did see the superficial welts over Robbie's chest and abs. "But you can't hide your true feelings, babe," Barry spoke as if a psychiatric specialist.
"Well sure I had a good time. What makes you think otherwise, babe?"
"This?" Barry replied, holding Robbie's half-hard cock. "You were harder when Enrique flogged you."
"Sorry," is all Robbie could render.
"That's okay babe."
"Can we maybe find something else to do? This isn't really turning me on anymore."
With the glitter all fading, Barry took the better part of fifteen minutes trying to detangle Robbie from the bondage of the boxing ring ropes.
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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.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....