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Bar Tab Buy-out! 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Speaking with Vince Rodgers, Rich hadn't realized the passing time, so didn't think anything of Pete's delay.
Too, Pete hadn't wanted to divulge 'any' information regarding Jake talking with him in the jon, because if Rich caught wind of the contents of the conversation, Rich would want in on the action, so he played it cool, "So, how did you make out with the goons?" And looking Rick over noticably, "It doesn't look like 'lurch' got to lay a hand on you?"
Rich and Pete went way back, but right now, the bundle of money he was about to make from Vince Rodgers' proposition, he didn't have 'the heart' in wanting to share, so he replies, again his ego taking hold, "I told them where I stood and if they didn't like it, I told them where to go. 'Lurch'? He ain't as big and mighty as he pretends to be." And lying through his teeth, "'Had him groveling on the floor, then him and his boss on their knees as I kicked them out the door!"
Pete knew it all hogwash, but it was keeping him from telling his 'jon-tale'. When they parted company Pete at least consoled Jake with keeping their little give-take relationship a secret.
So much for secrets though, as Rich says, "I saw Rodgers' other moron follow you to the jon. What was that about?" And to Pete's dismay, "You were gone long enough?"
Knowing what Rich insinuated, Pete lied convincingly, "You know my mom's cooking... always making my stomach turn?" And furthering, "I dunno. It might've been one of his goon's coming in and taking a leak. I heard something like it, but all I was interested in was shitting out my mom's cooking that sucks!" He snickered.
Rich seemed to buy it, asking, "I hear there's some action going on downstairs. Wanna check it out?"
"Sure. Why not?" Pete says in agreement, happy Rich seemed to buy his story. All he had to do now is play his cards right, finding a logical reason for not hooking up with Rich tonight and in turn, meeting Jake at his place.
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"Honey, I'm Ho-o-o-o-ome!" Scott said, pulling his key out of the front door, after walking into Marco's house. He turns to Tony, "I guess nobody's home."
"Does that mean we have the dungeon all to ourselves?"
Not eager to start right in on the heavy stuff, Scott replies, "No. It means we have the swimming pool to ourselves."
"Nice. Got an extra suit?" Tony asks.
Scott replies, "Yeah. You're wearing it under your clothes!"
From the front of the house, right out the back door, the two walked.
"Nice set up," Tony said of the fairly decent length pool, the cabana to the rear, two tables, complete with umbrellas and a lounge grouping.
Leading Tony into the cabana to change, Scott started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Here, let me get that for you," and peering into Scott's eyes, "sir?"
Smiling, Scott stood there and allowed Tony to unbutton his shirt, which Scott found highly erotic.
"Ever have another man strip you?"
"I can't say that I have," Scott replies.
"You've been deprived," Tony says as he enters Scott's open shirt with his hands.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Scott says, the feeling of human hands on the sides of his bod, rubbing up and down his lats.
Exiting Scott's shirt, Tony goes for the belt, unbuttons Scott's pants, unzips, saying, "Ever been pampered?"
"No, but I have a feeling that's about to change!" Nodding his head upwards, his attention set on the busy hands, Scott took the initiative to take the back of Tony's neck in his hand and give him a sweet kiss.
"What was that all about?" Tony asks with skepticism.
"Problem with it?" Scott replies, gently pushing his knuckles into Tony's stomach.
"No," Tony says, looking down at Scott's 'menacing' hand. It set off some vibes, which caused Tony to render, "Yeah, do it. It would make me feel awesome, Scott!"
Dropping his hand, Scott tells him, "Maybe later." He starts finishing the job Tony left incomplete.
"I'll get that," Tony says of Scott stripping his shirt.
"You take care of yourself or we'll be here all afternoon and the sun will ge gone!"
As he does, Tony says of Scott's bod, "Awesome!"
"Nah," Scott replies and feeling a bit mischevious, "this is what I would call awesome!" He pushes Tony on the chest, causing him to fall backwards into the pool!
Tony surfaces, cursing, taking his cell phone out of his pocket, exclaiming, "I hope it still..." he gulps, seeing Scott in the buff, "...works!" Suddenly, Tony's water-logged cell wasn't important!
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"And other than the trash compactor out back, that's the tour!"
Good it was, because Tom had an important question.
No better time to ask, when Adrian asks, "Any questions?"
As they stood near the back door of Luigi's Restaurant, Tom poses to Adrian, "Am I really your boyfriend and not your 'boy'?"
In answering, Adrian lifts Tom chin and says, "I think you're a really cute guy and regardless of how your think about yourself, you're not some play toy to me and never will be."
With a yearning, Tom makes an observation, in general, "I thought you were never supposed to say never?"
Figuring this would come out, because as Adrian knew, sometimes fetishes were something which became a part of a person and it is tough to ever shake the feeling. Compromising, he says, "Can we make a deal?"
"Deal?" Tom questions.
"From experience... from my own experiences, I know guys have special needs and if they don't have an outlet to experience them, it drives them crazy. Worst case scenario, they get with a guy to satisfy those needs and sometimes wind up getting hurt. Promise me something Tom?"
"If I can."
"I'm not sure what your fetishes are at this point, but I know they are linked to sadism."
"Um, yeah," Tom confesses. Hinting, "I like pain. I like servicing a guy and I think I could get into watersports."
"Promise me, anything you want to get into, you will come to me first?"
"Uh... yeah, okay."
He knew what else was on Tom's mind, because Adrian has been there before, "I know you're probably thinking how can a guy fall for you and still satisfy your need, but Tom, believe me, if you need a whipping or your balls toyed with, I can accomodate you."
"That's what I was wondering," Tom replies, but tells it like Adrian wanted to, "if we get serious and should happen to really like each other," he was too shy to mention 'love', "can we still do 'stuff'?"
"Like I said, I learned from experience. I had a guy I once liked a lot.... loved, and because I couldn't look at our relationship objectively, from a standpoint of each of us satisfying each others desires, well it didn't work out and we wound up breaking up."
Adrian didn't elaborate, telling how his boyfriend got hurt physically, because he went to someone else, someone he trust, to get his jollies.
"Okay. I guess I can agree to that." And breaking from a serious repose, Tom says, "I think you're beautiful!"
Beautiful was a good word for describing Adrian, an inch taller than Tom, dark hair borderlining on brown-to-black, shaggy cut, close-cropped beard, and a deep, almost bass voice.
"You think so?" Adrian replies, stepping across the four foot hallway and pinning Tom against the wall.
Being exposed to the likes of Rich and his brother's friends, Tom felt reason to celebrate, declaring, "Finally, I'm meeting somebody who's not interesting in only using me."
Reaching down, holding Tom's balls right through his slacks, Adrian smiles and says, "Who says I'm not going to be using you?" He kisses Tom while massaging his growing tube.
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"Hot-Scott... anybody ever call you that?"
For all purposes, Tony's reasoning center around how Scott was holding his weight up in the pool. at the shallow end, Scott sat. Atop him, Tony sat buoyant, wavy motions causing Tony's bod to sway, which stimulated Scott down below.
To keep Tony in perfect union with himself, Scott's hands fanned out over Ton's bod, sometimes toying with his nip-spots or grazing over his stomach, a finger-dipping in his beLLyhoLe or playing with his pole, lifting it half out of the water.
"You're going to have my blowhole spouting soon if you keep this up Scott!" Tony said of Scott's hand keeping his cock at full mast.
Something jogged Scott's mind, which produced the thought, "In theory, I think, correct me if I'm wrong, but once a man shoots his load, then the scene winds down?"
"Where did this come from?" Tony asks, keeling over on his starboard side.
"I was just thinking... I know from my own experiences, when I've come, it's like... that's it! But for you guys, who like pain, after you've come, that's it, right?"
"Are you asking," Tony summises, "if a guy is experiencing pain and comes, then it's over, he's no longer enjoying the pain?"
Agreeing, Scott says, "Yeah, something like that."
"It's a tough question to answer, Scott. Every guy is different. I know for myself, if I'm forced to come and the guy who's dominating me wants to do more, I go along with it. A lot depends on who's dominating who. For others, if a both dudes come, the 'pain' part of the scene is over and it moves into the bedroom."
"Oh," Scott replies, showing he's still sketchy on the details.
"If you're wondering about you and I, it depends on how we want to approach this. As far as me, if it's all the same to you, I don't like to have a choice in the matter," Tony says.
"Which would entail?"
"Well, say by chance after you've whipped me, worked me over, tortured my nips, cock and balls and because of the erotic buildup, I've come, but you haven't come and want to do more, you're welcome to keep on doing more until you've come or it's satisfied your total desires, Scott?"
Overwhelming for Scott, he had this dumb look on his face, saying, "Um, want to run that by me again?"
Smiling, Tony's feet step up the underwater stairway to where his cock and balls are dripping. He reaches out a hand and says, "C'mon. I want you to torture me."
"Right now?" Scott replies, with a seemingly normal expression of taking Tony's hand, like he's not fighting the feeling.
"Yeah." And as the two exit the pool via the eight steps out, "We can start with ten or twenty lashes on my back..."
Scott breaks him off for a joke, "Only twenty? Hee hee..."
Seriously, Tony replies, "You can give me forty or fifty if you want, but if you want, you can also alternate the whipping with punching me in the stomach."
"I don't know." However, regardless of what Tony's mapped out for him, he can't fight the feeling of the tingling sensation in his nads!
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"You've come a long way with Gregg, Mike!" Marco says of the former-dominant male who accompanied him inside the basement dungeon. Walking around Mike Turk, Marco stands in front of Gregg, sitting high on his knees, collared, chained links formed to meet Mike's hand.
When Marco walks steps right in front, Mike Turk seemingly placing his 'possession' on display, Gregg's face contorts into an ugly form and speaks out, "Fuck you Marco!"
"Bastard!" Mike shouted out.
Marco raised his brows as Mike went to work on his new captive.
First, a swift kick to his midsection, caused the thirty-one year old to almost fall forwards onto the floor as he delve him punishment, "Fuckin' bastard! What have I been teaching you..."
"Yeah, give it to him Mike!" Tim Brecker, the beefy bouncer reacts, driving his own fist against his palm.
Walking in on them, Rich says to Jake, "Hell yeah! Looks like we're right on time for some hot action!"
Of course, the others glanced in Rich's and Jake's direction, wondering who these two were. In response, Tim exercises his right to throw them out, "Hey you two, we're not open for business?"
Spokesman for the two, Rich squabbles, "Then what the fuck do you call this?"
For the moment, Rich's high volume draws Mike away from the beating he's giving Gregg. Seeing potential in breaking 'another' dominant character, as he's fastening Gregg to cuffs, which will eventually yank his arms up overhead, he shouts, "Let 'em stay Tim!"
At first, Marco was with Tim in throwing them out, but when Mike Turk intervened, he went with the forty-eight year old's opinion, wondering what lurked in Mike's mind. Marco was startled when Mike came over to him, handed him a flogger and said, "He's all yours!"
Marco and Mike conferred as they looked up at Gregg Traskin, the thirty-one year old spread eagled, his arms bound out to the corners of a frame.
"Fuckin' hot!" They both turned to see Rich looking over Tim's shoulder, as he kept the two uninvited at bay.
Marco says, "You know Mike, I think I could get a ragin' hardon watching the kid," he meant Rich, "punish him?"
Scraping his hand over his beard, Mike thought about it, "Hmm, might prove interesting. Wear him down a little before I take him over."
Giggling, Marco says, "You're amazing Mike. You've broken one dominant dude and now you have in mind to press your luck?"
"Luck of the Irish!" Mike says.
"I didn't know you're Irish, Mike?" Marco questions.
"Mutt... I've got a little of everything, when the situation calls for it. Now," he allows the strap to dangle, "let's see what kind of damage my new 'friend' can do with this!"
Leaving Gregg bound in his predicament, so it seemed to Marco, the two paraded over to where Tim and the boys stood.
Totally unknown to Marco, the incident with Gregg was a situation born out of impromtu proceedings. Neither did Marco have the least inkling of what went on throughout the afternoon between Mike Turk and Gregg. Tim was sworn to secrecy not to give away findings, which would shock Marco, the discovery of Gregg taking a liking to the manner in which he was being treated by Mike. And prior to Marco on the scene, the whole thing about Gregg spitting out raw vengeance against Marco, was a complete hoax!
Early on, upon discussing it, Gregg and Mike talked about it over a beer, Gregg being the one telling Mike to make it look as authentic as possible, hitting him hard in the stomach with the tip of his boot. Carrying through the charade of punishment though, Gregg preferred the flogger over the strap.
At the time, Mike teased, at first stating hundred lashes across his back, but then backed down to forty or fifty.
Going along with fifty, is when Gregg mentioned the flogger. He smiled when saying, meaning it almost a compliment, that the only way he would enjoy a whipping with the leather strap, was when it was in Mike's hand!
Marco watched Mike as he asks the outspoken dude, "How would feel about putting some stripes on my boy's back?" Taking in the invitation, he saw Mike's hand around the dude's shoulder, then plane down the back of his shirt as if feeling him up.
"Hell yeah!"
Tim, after checking ID's, tells, "This one here is Rich Pine and his buddy is Jake Chance."
Mike glanced at Jake, but Rich was his sole interest at the moment, even though he nodded to Jake. "Can't five a proper punishment in those clothes," Mike says to Rich.
In an instant, Rich peels his shirt off over his head and tells Jake, "Hold this a minute!"
Loving how Rich was delving out the orders, Mike was loving it, loving how it would feel to his unknowing victim, when started to deal the orders out himself!
For Marco, it was like having a hidden agenda. Right away, when Tim mentioned 'Rich Pine', he thought it too coincidental there could be another 'Rich Pine', other than Tom's bossy brother. Too, this 'Rich Pine' was showing all the superlatives Scott had mentioned to him. He was figuring how much of a favor Mike Turk was doing Tom Pine, that is if he could win Rich Pine over with his 'methods'. On the side, he had thoughts of the bounty place on him by Vince Rodgers. If he could help fill Vince's slate with bottom boys, it would make him look really good. Who knows? Maybe this could work out to be a lucrative business!
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