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 Tino's tender taunting wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"So, it looks like Miguel is leaving it all up to you, `slave'?"
Saying it, Tino's hand slid down the center of Anthony's bod, two fingers taking an interest in the mid-pec trail of fur, fingers separating, one dipping in and out of the deep innie, the whole palm rubbing over wiry pubes, then taking hold of what Tino would signify sweet torture as sweeter pleasuring.
"Ooooooh," Anthony sighed as Tino's hand grabbed at his cock as if a cowboy taking ownership of a saddle horn.
Venturing further, knowing he was driving Anthony onwards, a hand clutched between body and balls, cinching them in his grip. With a firm pull, he knew this would cause Anthony pain, but fantasy overtaking reality, he tested the waters, "My kind of fun. You?"
"Arrrggggh," Anthony bellowed out as his scrotum stretched over his balls turning his pleasure to pain.
To derive an answer, Tino did, as he has `mastered' other boys, stroked Anthony's hard cock, while taunting his balls.
Same response came over Anthony, "Arrrrgh...oooooh...oooooh," a mixture of pain and pleasure, gave Tino enough of an answer. Then a sigh of wanting more, as he freed both Anthony's cock and balls, his willing victim whimpering, "Oooooh."
As a final testing of boundaries, Tino suggests, "I bet there's not a place on your body where pain doesn't meet with pleasure?"
Not an idiot, Anthony knew he was being played out. Yet he might regret saying it, but rendered, "I'm up for anything pretty much anything."
"That's all I wanted to know," Tino told him, starting to walk away, a last word of intent to stimulate, "get that ass off the table boy and over to `the rack'!"
As Anthony hopped to it, sat up and jumped off the table, he moaned from his gut aching, but down yonder more coaxed him on, as he walked in Tino's shadow. The fact he knew about the rack, the `lift', gave Anthony indication Miguel and Tino had spoken about his wants, needs and maybe some fresh ideas not thought about. He was up for it, putting behind him the workover Alfredo had given.
"Sit," Tino said.
Anthony wondered what this was all about, so he asked, "Sit?" His question was followed by a jolt to the side of his cheek, leaving an imprint of Tino's leather glove. "Ugggh!"
"You'll learn to do as your told, slave."
"Yes sir," Anthony replied, becoming fully aware of the status of their fantasy-play, at least by Tino's rules. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but Anthony got the message, his cheek still stinging.
"Turn around and face the slat," came the next order.
At first, Anthony used his hands to prop himself up, but when ordered `no hands', he winced, scraping his ass on the concrete. Slowly he turned, knees facing the ceiling, feet flat. Mightly inquistive, he gazed at the area in front of him, the metal column to which the iron ramps were connected, normally used to raise up an automobile for servicing. His head shot to the right when he felt something touch his shoulder.
"Lick it," came the order. When he didn't immediately taste Tino's black leather boot, the penalty followed, "you'll pay for your slow response, boy!"
Yet, when Anthony stuck his tongue out to lick, pressure on his shoulder caused him to lie down, back lying on the cold cement. Also, laughter could be heard, Anthony figuring Tino never really intended on having his boot tongue-cleaned, but rather let it serve to humiliate, maybe even as a test. He was totally startled out of his gourd, when a pipe was dropped on the floor above his head, with the direction, "Grab hold of it boy!"
Recognizing it, Anthony wondered where the out of place bar came from, a piece of curled gym apparatus minus the weighted plates. He wondered the purpose, but didn't hestitate to hold it in his palms, fingers folded around the curvature of the metal rod.
"Father apart," Tino directed him, the tip of his boot nudging against Anthony's curved knuckles. After the first instruction, Anthony followed orders, moving hands away from each other til his arms almost ached from being eagle-spread. Of course, he did take notice of the cuffs being placed around each ankle, each leg being slightly elevated afterwards.
"What tha..." Anthony whispered to himself, not wanting to `upset' the master, when a familiar sound, the motor which raises the iron ramp, began to slowly force his legs upwards. He was equally amazed at Tino, his two hands around the bar, lifting his two hundred and five pound bod, so his tender skin would not scrape along the garage floor, as his legs hoisted upwards. He didn't see the purpose of holding the bar, but winced in pain when his body hung upsidedown, Tino slouching, hanging from the bar as it forced Anthony's bod into a taut positioning. Unable to sustain Tino's weight, Anthony's left hand gave way.
Tino cursed as he fell to the side, a final decree of, "You'll pay for that boy."
Acting scared of punishment to be dealt out, in reality Anthony's upsidedown cock and balls turned him into a liar, something which Tino sensed also. After having Anthony's frame inverted, he lowered the whole works so that the reclaimed exercise tool hung about an inch from the floor. Walking over to the bondage table, he retrieved his leather `doctors' bag. After setting it on a table of tools, he opened it, reaching inside. All this time, Anthony is following the strange scene, made that way by being upsidedown.
"Ah, here they are," Tino purposefully raised the tone of his voice, retracting a set of clamps, attached to a chain, from the black bag. Turning to Anthony, he squatted down, dangling the rubber-tipped flat torture tools in front of his face. "Seems to me we don't need these," he summed up, clasping one of the clamps, dividing its flat jaws, then sliding off the rubber casing.
All Anthony could think of is bracing himself for a whopper of a sting, the flat metal jaws clamped onto... now he became real concerned. Was Tino going to clamp them on his nips or balls? Either case, he felt a little more relieved when Tino began tightening the little screw of each, forcing the flat metal jaws apart, which he knew would decrease the `bite'.
"We'll start out light, then see if you are going to be a good boy."
Not having to worry longer about where the clamps were going, Anthony found himself sighing with pleasure, as Tino flexed one of his nips, teasing it into a rigid mound. He knew the game, the waiting, as his nip was pulverized, then released, mashed, then let be to have the blood return. But he sucked in air when he saw the clamp going for his right nip. His gut reaction was to scream out in pain, but Anthony quickly changed his tune to a low moan when Tino let go.
"I knew you were a glutton for pain," Tino assessed, firming up the other nip.
"Oooooooooooooh!" Anthony sighed out in pleasure, as his other nip was engulfed in the jaws of the second clamp. The chain connecting the nip torture implements dropped down, touching Anthony's chin.
"Open up," Tino ordered, Anthony right off getting the message, opened his mouth, sighing with pain-pleasure, as Tino stretched the chain, fitting it between his willing victim's lips. He also noticed something else, not sure if Anthony did, precum collecting in his hairy chest, a drip on his stomach, a tiny spot of wet under his chin. When he stood, he looked upon his next area of `attack'.
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"So, what are you up for?" Flip tested the waters, trying to figure out how far his police captive wanted to go.
Standing in Miguel's bedroom, the twenty-nine year old cop stood erect, dressed in his uniform, cap on his head. "Whatever you feel like doing."
"Um, remember this is my first time?" came the college freshman's response.
Since Flip was still in the buff, Mario's stare made it plain he was into more than the bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism. "Feel free to use your tool at will."
From chatting personal stuff, Flip already found out Mario has spent his twenty-something years being in the closet, meeting only one guy who didn't work out and swore to devote his time to a career instead of playing around.
"What happened to your being in the closet? Of abstaining from sex til you meet the guy of your dreams, Mario?"
Dropping his arms to his sides, Mario replies, "I wasn't sure about coming here today. I've been kind of scarce with Miguel getting together with the rest of the guys."
"Oh, so you're not into this BDSM stuff then?" Flip asked, not disappointed about the fact of some rough play, but rather the direction in which Mario was headed with all this, according to his own opinion. He recalls, "So, if you want my cock up your ass," he put it bluntly, "then it must mean you want to..." Flip wasn't sure where he was headed with this himself, making it up as he went along. However, it's sure he really dug Mario from the outer facade. He wasn't sure about `playing' with an older guy, but it's for certain Mario, decked out in leather chaps, the harness over his hairy, dark brown chest, the stripe down his worked abs and the thicker treasure trail was a real turn on. When Mario changed from leather, into his police uniform, he got a real nice look at his lower half. He smiled, when Mario began putting his shirt on first just so he could show off his big cock and balls, for his benefit.
Not committing himself to specifics, Mario left it as, "I came here today with an open mind. The S&M stuff? I think I'm more into the control aspect."
"Really?" Flip replies, formulating a scheme in his mind. Walking up to Mario, he dictates, "then how about getting down on your knees and controlling my cock with your mouth?"
First, Mario suggests, "Aren't you going to rip my shirt open?"
"I thought police uniforms were expensive?"
"They can be, but I've been saving this one for a special cause," Mario replies, moving his hands behind his back and standing up straight, giving Flip more of a hint.
Reaching to the collar, Flip begins there, then slowly pops off the first button, separating the navy blue uniform from the top.
"Oooooooh," Mario groans as if being pleasured sexually on his bod.
"How long has this uniform been hanging in the closet?"
"Almost as long as I've been in there!"
The whole time Flip slowly tore open the cop's shirt, revealing more and more of the furry chest, then strip of dark brown hair, the more Mario voiced his pleasurable opinion. Suddenly the dominant role kicked in, not only because it was part of the game, Flip reaching down, his hand measuring the growth of Mario's pubes, which added immensely to Mario's moaning. Forcing the shirt over Mario's shoulders, his captive remained motionless, letting it gather at his wrists.
Another hint dropped, Mario informs his frat-master, "My nips are very, very sensitive."
Flip was trying to be serious. After all, he's never played this game before and wasn't used to receiving subtle implications from a willing victim. He smiled, even though he wanted to burst out in a loud giggle. "Is that so?" He replied, getting an idea as to how he was going to drive Mario to his knees. Reaching out, Flip was a little reluctant, being he's never touched a man's nips before. Well not purposefully to hold the meaty part of a man's pecs. Too, he had to sort through the hairy mass covering Mario's chest to find the brown nips. He surprised himself when touching the chest fur how it made his privates tingle, but create even more of sensation when he grabbed hold of Mario's nips with his fingers and thumbs. He actually looked at doing Mario a favor, when the Latino-Italian sharply moaned in pleasure, more of a whimper, mashing them lightly.
"Oh fuckin' yeah!"
Flip giggles, looking down, saying, "Um, am I allowed to let you touch there?"
"You make the rules," Mario replied. Another dropped hint, he says, "If I've offended you by doing something I shouldn't have, you know you have the right to punish me?"
"I do, do I? Hmm... I wonder how that should go?" Flip plays along.
The submissive keeps adding suggestive thought, replying, "The cuffs are in the little case behind my back, attached to the my belt."
Flip just smiled, but got a light charge when his forearm grazed the side of Mario's ribs. He was already hard, but the electricity shooting from his forearm to pubes, made him rethink the suggestion, `feel free to use your tool at will'. As the opinion he drew of Mario, thoughts about searching for that special guy, at first Flip thought the same. But now, all of this was going out the window, especially when he tried undoing the little pouch behind Mario's back, first the back of his hand, feeling up the hairy pocket of his lower back, then his finger slipping down between belt and skin, two fingers detecting the outline of Mario's ass crevice.
"Sorry," Mario suddenly spoke out, "but this is getting to be too much for me."
It had been Flip's thought too, but Mario was a minute ahead, slipping his hands from behind his back, winding them around the teen's swimmer's waist, repositioning him from standing to the side, to in front of him. There came no complaints from Flip, except surprise, as he stood there now in front of Mario, their pubes grinding together. "Fuck the game," Mario said, placing his hands behind Flip's back, palms to shoulder blades, forcing the `master's' lips to the slaves.
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Even though he was hanging upsidedown, it didn't stop Anthony from arching his back when Tino slowly forced the greased up dildo downwards. Looking up, he had full view of Tino's enjoyment, viewing the master's cock, fully erect, a bead of goo ready to parachute towards the floor. Though his body quaked, feeling the dildo sink deeper into his ass canal, his lips became dry, a longing to be quenched.
Feeling up his own hard shaft, Tino allowed the sticky goo to escape, his hand making his 9c all shiny. Anthony whimered when the precious salty slime was wiped on his front, mixing with his brown body fur. Tino rather thought himself benevolent, sparing Anthony a taste of his cock-honey, when later he would be gluttonizing on the whole batch. After drilling the dildo all the way in, Tino stood back, admiring his handiwork, only to discover Anthony's balls hiding the small stump which kept the rubber tool from being swallowed up. It also gave Tino incentive to want to attack his next area of interest.
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"Hey, will ya looka that!" Barry said, as he and Robbie open the door to Miguel's bedroom.
"Um, think a guy can get some privacy?" Flip yells at the two after pushing up from the bed, looking over Mario's shoulder. Apparently it didn't phase Mario, as he kept on licking Flip's popsicle.
"Oops!" Robbie said, slamming the door closed behind the two.
"I wonder where Roberto's room is?"
"Was?" Robbie corrects.
"I haven't seen Jason around. Maybe he's...."
However, as Robbie pushes open the next door, the two find it uninhabited.
"Cool! All to ourselves!" Barry makes a leap for joy, his ass landing on the bed, head pulverizing the pillow.
"Yeah... cool," Robbie replies, slowly warming up to Barry as he crawls onto the bed, his six foot two, two hundred and five pound bod overshadowing his lover.
"Hey, can I have a taste of that?"
"What?" Robbie replies, looking under himself, beyong the built pecs and taut abs.
"Your cock, if it's okay?"
Really Robbie's mouth was all primed and ready for a hardy blowjob, so he naturally hesitated.
"Once, if it's okay, babe?"
"Um, yeah," Robbie relinquished his tastebuds. "If you want to."
Even though the duo haven't been a couple for long, Barry already had a feeling for what Robbie was experiencing, the kind a guy gets when `let down'. "Hey, I got an idea!" he scooted his bod out from under his lover, "Let's do a 69!"
"Um, yeah. Sure," Robbie replied, willing to settle for the compromise.
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"Akkkkkkkkkk-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Hmmm, you're taking it pretty well, boy... maybe I'll kick it up a few notches!"
Tino waited for Anthony to refute the issue of having him turn the screwing device, centered at the top of the clear plastic tool of torture, literally squashing his slaveboy's nuts. Slowly the plexiglass windows sandwiched Anthony's big balls, looking more like a slab of ham then two rounded balls.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkk-oooooh-oooooooh!" He cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Tino couldn't deny the facts. Anthony was loving it, having his balls slowly crushed. It made Tino smile when he stroked Anthony's cock, a massive amount of cum leaking out onto his hand. "Ready for some more, boy?"
Each time for the last three turns of the screw, Tino tested his slave to pain and pleasure, asking. This time Anthony opposed, "No more Sir....please..." he begged.
He was about to fake Anthony out, first tightening the screw, then quickly loosening it, ever-so-slowly till the ball-crushing unit became separated by three-fourths of an inch, then a full inch, flattened orbs regaining their rounded shape, as soon as the unit was removed. It made Tino even more excited when he detected Anthony whimpering as he held it in his hand, readying to drop it into his leather doctors bag. It tortured Anthony even more when Tino turned the dildo upon exiting it from Anthony's ass canal. Worst ordeal came when he grabbed at the nip clamps. Now that hurt, as Anthony screamed out, his knuckles white as he clenched the weight bar.
"Oh fuck that hurt so fuckin' good!"
Tino took it as a compliment, but unfortunately he wasn't used to a guy able to take a great amount of pain, making him a bit on the bored side. Before he let Anthony down from his upsidedown rack bondage, he took out of his bag a hooded mask, placing it over Anthony's head, sealing out his vision. Anthony wasn't sure about all this. His immediate thoughts were of Tino's words, `kicking it up', thinking heavy pain was on the way. But after zipping the black rubber hood up the back of his head, he heard the awful, loud sound of the ramp, being lowered. He wondered what tender torment Tino had in store, for to rack his bod with more pleasure and pain.
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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.