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Bar Tab Buy-out! 14 wriTten by Travis Chase McPhee
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Reporting back to the table, Scott sits, while informing Tom, "Seems I've met up with a nice guy while I was gone."
"You picked up some dude in the jon?" Tom replies.
"Rather, 'he' picked me up before I even made it to the jon?" Scott elaborates, "Seems he was to be the replacement landscaper before the Barnetts Ponzi scheme was unhatched and they were arrested. Now he's without a job."
"Speaking of which," Tom says with a smile, "Adrian took me to the manager's office real quick and guess who is going to be working here?"
Scott jokes, "Oh, you found Tony a job?"
"Tony? Who's Tony?"
Rather than revel in his own news, Scott replies, "Not important. So, when do you start?"
Picking up where he left off, joy rekindles Tom's spirit, "Mr. Frye says I can start this weekend or I can wait till after graduation. I think I should start right away. What do you think?"
"If you wait, somebody else might weasel their way into the position," Scott asserts.
"Nah. Adrian says Mr. Frye is not like that. Mr. Frye thinks a lot of Adrian."
In response to Tom's bubbly attitude, Scott wanted to hear more, "Seems so, the way Adrian conducts himself. I mean it's almost as though Adrian solidified the fact you 'had' a job."
More to it, Tom says, "Adrian said Mr. Frye was thinking of leaving the restaurant under his direction while he went on vacation for two weeks and right there in front of me, when I had my short interview, Mr. Frye came right out and said he was leaving Adrian in charge. Cool, huh?"
"Very." Scott also adds comment, "To me, Adrian does seem like the 'take charge' kind."
"Yeah, cool huh?"
But Scott knew Tom was meaning it in a different way. His attention changed directions, hearing some loud conversation from back where Tony was seated. However, the case had been Tony's party breaking up and adjourning. Scott wondered if Tony would stop by.
"Is one of those dudes the one you met in the jon?"
"Yeah. Tony."
Tom asks with curiosity, "You getting with him later on?"
"I had hoped, except everything is pending on whether it will be okay with Marco," Scott says.
Then, reiterating it in similar terms, "Marco says we're all gay men and if we should happen to walk in on something, so what!"
"I know," Scott replies to Tom.
"He into 'anything'?"
"Sex?" Scott jokes.
"You know what I mean," Tom says, stuffing some red lettuce in his mouth.
Toning his voice down, Scott leans in and spells it out, "Tony had me piss, drinking down all I had to give him!" He sat back, smiled and ate some salad. "What do you think of that!"
"Cool! He's into watersports?" Tom replies.
"Huh?" Scott had a curious look on his face.
"They call it 'watersports' when one guy drinks another guy's piss down. Cool! Did he like ask you to piss all over him?" Tom asks with excitement.
"We're in a restaurant. Do you think Tony is going to have me piss all over him and then he has to not only face his friends with piss-soaked clothes, but walk around smelling like it?"
Apparently knowing more about it than Scott, Tom says, "It would probably make Tony hard, depending if he got his rocks off being humiliated in front of his friends?"
Scott does tell, "I don't know. When my cock was at Tony's lips and quenching his thirst..."
Tom laughs his ass off!
"What?"
"Quenching his thirst? Scott, you would be right at home doing watersports with a guy. CEO of a company? I think you missed your calling." Still on a humorous kick, Tom says, "I think it would be more fitting, a position as CEO of a dungeon!"
Scott did find it humorous to laugh along, but he also wanted to get back on track, "Maybe," he brushed it off. "But what I wanted to say, regarding this watersportsy-stuff, one of Tony's friends did poke his head in and thought it as normal as anything for Tony to be on his knees drinking down my piss. What do you think?"
"I think maybe Tony's friends are into it to, if this dude wasn't surprised?"
And right after Tom said it, over walks Tony, accompanied by the same dude who poked his head inside.
Portrait of a footballer, Tony's friend says, "Hey, I'm Orlando. Tony tells me you're looking for a mentor?"
Orlando, yeah that was the face, attached to the hand he was shaking at the moment, which Scott recalls poking his head into the business he had with Tony early on in the jon.
Of what Orlando was suggesting, Scott didn't have the words for at the moment, but Tom speaks up, "Cool! Go for it Scott!"
Addressing Tom, Orlando says, "And who's this hot little number?"
The plot thickens, Tony addressing Scott, "Orlando is looking for a new 'boy'."
Approaching Tom, waltzing around the side of the table, Orlando is blockaded by Adrian, informing him, "Hands off Orlando!"
"You're boy, Adrian? I didn't know," Orlando backed down.
Scott wondered if there was some chain of command here. He had seen it as an organized management structure in business and correlated it with what was happening here, Orlando seemingly caving to Adrian's stature.
And, a different 'face' of Adrian, Scott is astounded when the twenty year old talks Orlando down, "That's shit Orlando. You saw me the whole time that I was speaking with Tom... and oh, he's not my 'boy', he's my boy-'friend'."
Actually, Scott wanted to laugh out loud, Adrian taking Orlando down a peg or two, because a few moments ago, Orlando's personality had painted this picture of a mean ogre!
Apologetically, Orlando says, "Like I said Adrian, I had no idea!"
Demonstratively, Adrian says of it, "I'm gonna let you slide this time Orlando, but next time you know the penalty?"
Turning to walk out, Orlando assures him, "It won't happen again, Adrian." Then, walking out, he turns to Tony, "You with me Tony?"
Scott figured Orlando had a short-lived memory. He just witnessed Orlando caving in to Adrian's demands, so tried his luck, "No. Tony's staying with me. Got a problem with that Orlando?"
Like waiting in the jon for Tony to punch back, he hesitated.
"Fine!" Orlando called back, with attitude, giving the lot of them the 'middle finger'.
With split-second follow up, Adrian drops a bunch of menus in Tom's lap, saying, "Excuse me!" He's right on Orlando's tail, leaving the restaurant.
"What is that all about?" Scott asks.
Tom replies, "I'd say Orlando is in 'bi-ig' trouble!"
Even so, Scott looks to Tony for answers.
Taking Scott's lead, Tony says, "You're new to all this, so you don't know, but in our little 'community'," Tony's two digits, each hand, drawing quotes around the word, "there's an eschelon of authority."
"Really? I didn't know that," Tom confesses.
"There is," Tony diverts his attention momentarily. Then back to Scott, "For the longest time, Orlando had hoped to assume Adrian's status, being older..."
Scott cuts in, "That's what I was wondering, Orlando looking to have ten years on Adrian.."
Tom interjects, "Adrian is twenty."
Cutting out some figures, Scott replies, "Okay, so maybe Orlando is pushing thirty, but still, bending to Adrian's demands?"
Tom says, "We're ten years difference and we played miniature golf together, Scott?"
It made Scott laugh, Tony bursting with energy, exclaiming, "You play miniature? I 'love' miniature golf!"
"And Scott's not good at it Tony, so even if you're bad, Scott's worse!"
Scott renders, looking in Tom's direction, but addressing Tony, "Um, like Tony doesn't have to know that?"
"Sorry," Tom says with a smile.
Then, out of the blue, Tony asks Scott, "Hey, you wanna use a golf club on my balls?"
Scott got off the hook, Adrian seen near the plate glass doors to the restaurant, watching a motorcycle pull away, as do the others. He addresses Tony and Tom, "The way Adrian stormed out of the place, I'm surprised Orlando can walk, let alone ride!"
"Adrian wouldn't lay a finger on him. Probably just gave him a talking to." And as Adrian opens the door to let himself in, Tony furthers, "Nah, that's for the council to decide Orlando's punishment."
"I'm so lost," Scott says of this whole business.
Unlike a few minutes ago, Adrian's attitude is as sweet as pie, taking the menus from Tom's clutches, "Anybody come in to serve?"
"Oh! You wanted me to..." Tom got the idea Adrian wanted him to seat people.
"Nah," Adrian replies with a smile. "But if you want to follow me, I can show you around?"
Table left with two, Tony starts up conversation, "So, you interested in playing with my balls, Scott?"
"I'll rather play with your ass!"
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Perfect misplanning, when Marco walked into the Wildwood, who should be there at the bar, but Vince Rodgers, flanked by his chaffeur, Jack Chance and bodyguard, Vladimir Ovechkin.
Rodgers had been in communication with his contact in the Greek Isles and replies to Marco, "Peracles says his clients scheduled for the two on one and don't want to pay for an extra boy. However he does have a client into heavy ball torture and watersports?"
Up until now, Marco hadn't let on it was 'himself' as the second person, though was prepared to accept the responsibility if he didn't find 'number two'. Upon hearing of ball torture, he shied away from telling his own name. Instead, he makes up, "Uh, when I told you I had another, I hadn't confirmed it yet with this other guy."
Vladimir moved over near Marco, Vince Rodgers saying, "Does Vlad need to give you a demonstration of what to expect if you welch on me?"
Stepping away from Vlad, which brought Jake into action from the opposite side, Marco says, "I'm not 'welching' on you. I have somebody okay, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure he's going to do it."
"Is that so?" Vince questions Marco, but his attention wanders past Marco, seeing two hot dudes walk in, around their small grouping and sit at the bar. As if none of this is happening, Vince turns to the two and asks, "Can I buy you boys a drink?"
One of them says, "Fuck off!" and turns back to his friend.
Not used to being treated with disrespect, Vince nods in their direction, saying, "Want to handle that Vlad?"
Blond, Russian, thirty-five years old, standing at six-foot-four, he walks over to them and just the power of his voice dictates authority in his broken English, "I think you owe my employer an apology?"
The dude didn't turn around, but his bud next to him gulped spit, especially when his pal tells Vlad, "Take a hike buster!"
Scared-shit, his friend says, "Um, Rich, I think you maybe better listen to him?"
Sitting down, as Rich turned around, Vlad looked two stories taller, but he still didn't back down, saying, "Listen 'Lurch', first of all you don't scare me, secondly, it's you and you're pencil-neck friend who are invading our privacy, so instead of harassing us to get your jollies, why don't you go sit on a buttplug?" Rich turned back to his drink.
His friend, Pete, held his breath!
Vladimir was waiting for the next call, from Vince. However, he wasn't given the priveledge, nor pleasure of working Rich over, the prospects of possibly leaving the place in shambles, as Vince's hand pardon's Vladimir out of the way.
"I like your style," Vince tells Rich.
With attitude, Rich says to Pete, but loudly so it's meant for all to hear, "That pee-on still trying to talk to me?"
Still scared, Pete says, "I think I have to take a leak," and disappears.
Nobody notices, Vince's chaffeur keeping tabs on Pete, following him.
Taking Pete's spot, Vince lifts Pete's drink to his lips, a shot of JD and chugs it down.
"Pete's gonna be pissed you drank his shot?" Rich notes.
At least Vince now thought he had an 'in'. In doing so, he excuses, "Vlad, why don't you take a look and see if anything's happening downstairs?"
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Meanwhile, Pete is in the jon, but not doing anything associated with the room.
In walks Jake Chance, unzipping as he goes for the urinal.
Pete watches him from a distance, his ass parked on the edge of a sink.
"You don't seem at all like your buddy?"
Pete said nothing, but was thinking of this dude's motives.
Flushing, placing his cock back into his pants, zipping up, he walks over to the sink next to Pete and turns on both faucets.
Was Pete ever surprised when the dude says, "You know, I could learn to serve a hot dude like you?"
The provocation brought surprise and one word out of Pete, "What?"
"The minute you two came into the bar... I knew my boss' eye was on your buddy, but mine was on you."
"Yeah, and so?" Pete opened up.
As he dries his hands, Jake asks, "What're you..." he aims high, "twenty-six? Twenty-seven?"
"Twenty-five," Pete replies. And even though he's keeping a cool temperament, he can't justify why he's getting some small vibes from down below over this suited dude.
"Will you look at that! We're a year apart."
Perhaps he wasn't as honery as his bud at the bar, but forgetting about the 'gorilla' out there, Pete asks, "So what's your point, dude?"
"Like I said, I think you're hot. How about a few hours in the dungeon? When it comes to pain, I'm 'no holds barred'. I'd like to see what you can do for me?"
When Jake entered the jon, Pete felt quite intimidated, but now he felt just the opposite. Over minutes, Jake's words slowly built him up to the stature of a tough man. In his best interests, he threw Jake a curve, "Which would include me plugging your ass?"
In a relaxed state, Jake says, "Would I have the opportunity to lube it up for you?"
Seeing this was going his way, Pete took a second leap, "Why don't you give me a little lube job right now?"
He was still drying his hand with the paper towel, balled it up and tossed it in the can. The two steps he had to walk over towards Pete included bending down on one knee. The second one followed, then reaching for Pete's zipper.
Again, Pete tested, "Where's your manners boy?" He slapped Jake's hand out of the way.
"Sir, may I please feast on your cock?"
'Original', Pete thought, but wondered how the feast would go!
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Rich Pine might have been an onery twenty-five year old ruffian when he wanted to be, but right now he was unknowingly experiencing a condition called 'allowing your ego to dwarf your senses'. In other words, he was letting Vince Rodgers talk him into doing something, if he knew the perspectus and consequences, Rich would never agree to such a deal.
"So let me get this straight, you're going to pay me to go to the Greek Isles to fuck around with guys?" Rich confronts him.
'Fuck around with guys' was partly the truth, as Vince made it sound as simple and easy as that. In reality, as soon as Rich set foot on Greek soil, a group of four skinheads would approach them, Vince handing Rich over for their total enjoyment. Even though he was there for business with Marco, who would've thought the search for another client, looking for superlatives of being a tough guy, would fall into his hands.
Parting company, Vlad bends to says into Vince's ear, "Too bad. I would like to see Rich's face when he is turned over to the skinyheads!" He laughs.
To humor himself, Vince tells Vlad, "I can't see any reason why we can't delay his return, after a weekend with 'the skinheads', so you can have some fun with him?"
"Hell!" Vlad exclaims with excitement, "You would do that for me?"
Smiling, Vince replies, "Now Vlad, you know nothing in life is free?"
Vlad wanted to work Rich over 'so' bad, yet he wondered what the 'fee' would be like. "And what would I be doing for payment?"
"To be determined," Vince said with an evil grin. Little did Vlad know Vince's thoughts of filming the tables turned, Vlad strung up in chains and allowing Rich to seek his revenge!
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Tom said he would find other means to getting back to Marco's pad, so the passenger side was now occupied by Tony.
"What happens if your friend gives you a hard time about bringing me home?"
"He shouldn't," Scott replies. "However, if he does, 'tough shit'!" He laughs.
Tony found it humorous too, but also deep within his lap, he felt pangs of wanting to be dominated by Scott, in more ways than one.
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`Bar Tab Buy-out!' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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