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Bar Tab Buy-out! 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I can't believe it. One minute I'm on the floor, my arms tied to a chair and you're standing over me, whipping my back and now you're applying some soft cream to it!"
"Which feels better?"
Scott concludes, taking into account, lying on a slab of warm, wet granite, candles all about, a bare front lying on top of him, Marco's lips playing on the middle of his lower back, the place where a smigeon of hair grows, two hands stretched out and softly massaging the inflicted welts, this was the place he preferred. But now he could joke about it, saying, "It's a toss up. I'm not sure if I liked your fist in my gut or your belt kissing my blades."
"Really? Cool!"
"Not!" Scott replies. "Though, it was kind of interesting feeling your cock throbbing between my legs just now. You really get off on this stuff, huh?"
Marco replies, "Talking about it... doing it... it's all good!"
Trying to comprehend, Scott asks, "So you like taking it or giving it more?"
Quite an elegant home Marco set up for himself, they lay in a darkened sauna-like room. His front faced down, it felt nice to Scott, the warmed stone on his chest, stomach, his bare pubes, sandwiched in between this and Marco's bare bod. Too, the sound of dripping water, more soothing than water torture, play a part in the softness of their moments together. If what happend earlier hadn't, Scott could have pretty much fallen under the spell of the place. But lodged in his mind was need for detail, the reason behind them coming together, not borne out of some love affair.
"Give or take... it doesn't matter to me, but I have to be in the mood. Earlier I was in the mood to subdue you, primarily based on what I've read about you in your dossier."
"I'm a CEO of a company. I am like a ruler. I tell people what to do. Tell me, what would make you even think of trying to subdue me for your own purposes?"
"My position. I was heading up the team, led to break in on a meeting of two of the persons of interest, a bonus of their attorney being present. No better way to justify the reading of rights than to have a legal representative present."
"And me?" Scott inquires.
Flipping over, lying next to Scott on his back, Marco replies, "I hadn't thought it would be this soon.... our chance meeting. I'd say it worked out quite well though."
Doing the same, Scott turns over on his back, mentioning, "Not bad", regarding the back massage. The two stare straight up at the very dim, hardly noticeable lights at the top of the tall ceiling, steam keeping their bods moist.
In a dreamy state, Scott says, "I can't believe how the day has panned out. Other then knowing about the fiscal state of the economy and it's affects on the company, I figured this morning's board meeting would be like any other." Then, getting back to thinking about Marco, "Then the way things worked out? I had thought your purpose was to subdue me?"
"My purpose was to find out how much you could take and as I found out, you're a very strong man, Scott."
"And now that you've said this has nothing to do with the Ponzi scheme, what would my being very strong have to do with your own personal agenda?"
"Things must seem weird to you, huh Scott?"
"Let's just way I'm hoping I'll wake up tomorrow and all this will seem like a very bad dream. But I hardly think this will be the case. So why don't you just stop filling me with all this bullcrap and get on with what this is about?" Scott demands, his hands behind his head, bent upwards like doing a crunch as he presents his grand ideas to Marco. He sits, Yoga-style, incarcerating his cock and balls in the triangle of his legs.
Doing likewise, partially because the sight of Scott's hefty lower anatomy has been sealed off from his eyes, Marco sits up as well. Placing a hand on Scott's thigh, not intentionally, but more of a gesture, he takes a deep breath and begins, "Well Scott, ya see...."
"Um, want to watch the hands?" he cautions, picking up Marco's hand, lifting it off of himself.
"What do you think I'm going to do Scott?"
Scott allows the hand to drop. "If you get near my balls I'm going to punch your lights out, so don't go there!"
"Fair enough warning," Marco replies. He cracks a slight smile.
Not giving in just yet, Scott asks, "So, the mystery revolving around all this?"
"Three weeks from today I have to either deliver two guys or myself and someone else, to an island off the coast of Greece, for the purposes of serving at a party."
"Cocktails and h'orderves? What's the problem with that? But why Greece?" Scotts asks.
"Greece, it doesn't matter. Could be France. Could be California, New York, Green Bay, anyplace, but it has to be two special guys."
"There's like dozens of waiters who would be willing to fit the bill. Why me?"
"Not any waiter will do. First off, he has to be gay."
Scott contradicts, "No, first off, why can't it be 'you'?"
"Wait. Let's backup."
"I really wish you would, Marco." Scott was being cute at this point, because indeed, Marco had not heeded his warning, 'a hand' returning to his hairy thigh and roaming. But not too close to where it heeded a warning of stronger threat.
Scott allowed it, even though he presented his warning before, on account of one, being a gay man and gay men like their balls tumbled around and two, he figured Marco didn't have any nasty designs on them.
Marco's hand played a little with Scott's 'toys', carrying on with his story, "I don't have to repay the twenty-eight thousand dollars."
"That's good. How did you manage that?" He signs, "Mmm..." looking down between his triangular legs.
"In dollars," Marco continues, "but three weeks from now, in order to wipe out my debt, I've arranged a sort of buy-out."
"With the government," Scott assumes.
"No. With a very wealthy 'friend' of the government."
"Who?"
"I can't tell you that, but someone who is very influential in the way financial markets flow within the world. Right now that's not important, but what is important is, in three weeks, in order to conclude the buy-out of the debt I've incurred, either myself or the persons I've designated, needs to show up at this elite party and provide service."
Scott asks, "Does this service include anything like you're doing with my cock?"
Both glanced down Scott's bod, seeing Marco's hand wrapped around his hard shaft.
"Definitely a part of it."
"And the reason you can't be there?"
"My job. My status. Not unless I wanted to give it up, which after roughly twenty years of service, I'd much rather keep my job," Marco replies.
"Oh? What age did you start?"
"I'm thirty-eight, okay? I know you're thirty-four."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. It's you who has all the information on me."
"Except I didn't know how short a time it would take to make you hard?" Marco says, a smile gracing his lips as he gives Scott a little stroking up.
"Could stimulate me even more if I had a place to put it?" Scott replies, first time he's trusted himself to illicit a full-fledged smile.
"Or you could be happy with my cock inside you?"
"Daymn! What 'don't' you know about me? Is nothing sacred?" Scott replies.
"I'm kind of up for a little '69', if you are?"
Scott would be all for it, but first looks to get 'business' out of the way and then horn in on the pleasure, "Sure. Right after you finish your story?"
"Come on," Marco replies.
Looking up, upon Marco's sweaty bod, he wasn't sure.
"Come on. You act like you don't trust me?" Marco asks, his hand reaching out.
Taking it, Scott says, "Why should I trust a man of so much mystery?"
Then, standing front to front, Marco replies, "Pretty soon you'll know everything. Then you can make your choice Scott."
It was nice so far, the opening shower scene, then being led into Marco's web of sweet, hands-on activity in the sauna, but Scott was tiring of being led around like a puppy on a leash. If at work, being a CEO of a company, if he required an answer it would be delivered as soon as possible. All this pussy-footing around was getting on his nerves. So, he sprung the question as he followed his host's ass up the stairs, "I really wish you would get to it Marco. You know you're trying my patience?"
"Am I now?" Marco responds.
It further irked Scott, when, approaching what he thought was the bedroom, Marco produces a key and begins unlocking the door. He guesses, "Don't tell me... you have somebody locked up in there and don't want them to escape?" Also in Scott's mind, he had it settled to turn and run, thinking he could be well into playing Marco's victim. But shortlived was his response, when the door opened, there was no mad rush for escape from the inside. However, it did leave him beyond normal when Marco turned the lights on. "What the hell is this?"
"My playroom. Like it?"
With two or three steps inside, Scott declares, "Um, I think I better think about leaving!"
Blocking his exit was Marco, only his arm across the door frame, which an easy shove could dislodge. "Scott... can we leave the outside world out?"
"Huh?" Scott stood, facing Marco.
"The world of big business and the norms of life?"
It wasn't tough for Scott to decipher the capabilities of some of the furnishings of the room, an X-frame with leather cufflinks at each of the four ends, or village stocks, the kind used for securing wrists and a head between planks. "Norms of life Marco? What am I supposed to do now? Surrender to becoming your victim in this torture chamber?"
"No," Marco casually replies, "I was counting on going first, unless you insist on being first?"
"First for what?" Scott asks, not sure what Marco was placing himself before him, for.
"Part of all this of which I suppose you would like some answers?"
Strangely, Scott didn't feel like he was in any real danger. Sure, Marco could pull some of that black belt karate stuff on him, have him subdued, then hang his limp bod on that X-thingy or his bod fashioned out in the stocks, but all that seemed second nature to his curiosity. Too, if he escaped it would be without his clothes and another problem, without his clothes he'd be leaving behind his wallet. Instead of all that hassle he played along, for now, "Some answer probably would be a start in the right direction, like 'why have you brought me here'?"
"The party in Greece, for guests, whether it be you and another man or myself, will take place in a room much like this, only a much larger complex, holding more furniture and equipment such as this," Marco lays his hand on a black, leather covered, cushioned table and rubs his hand over it, like petting an animal.
"Oh, so I would be a guest, will I? And I suppose this will be similar to the 'guest suite'? And 'why', in your right mind, would you think I would ever consider being gullible to subject myself to any of this?"
"I don't know what to think Scott. I've only read your file and what I've discovered is that you're a driven man, which I've interpeted to be, once you set your mind to doing something, you go all the way and don't leave question in someone else's mind whether you can complete a task to the full extent of expectation."
Scott stood there, hands on hips, "I don't know if I got all of what you said, but just how would that all fit in to this place and the party in the Greek Isles?"
Rather than a war of words, Marco says, "I can take forty lashes on the back with a leather strap. How many can you take?"
"Forty lashes? Yeah right, Marco," Scott replies. Really, if he had thought about it, he should have bolted for the door and left all this behind. Everything in his wallet could be replaced. He already perceived, hours ago, there wouldn't be much in the way of a job to go back to tomorrow, so while his life was in limbo, he hung around.
Walking over to a rack, Marco takes a leather strap, about three-quarters of an inch wide, four feet long off a hook and turns to hand it to Scott. "Here."
Scott takes it, asking, "What do you want me to do with this?"
He watches as Marco walks over the X, standing free of the wall. He steps up onto two footings and places his hands up against the upper stantions. His bod takes the form of the X, with his back facing towards Scott.
Even so this all seems so bizarre, Scott smiles at one 'humorous' thing, seeing Marco's cock planed out on an angle. He makes verbal note, "Um, is your cock going to stay 'hard' throughout the whipping?"
Much to Scott's amazement, Marco replies, "Probably, since I find getting whipped on the back highly erotic."
"Erotic? Hah! How can being whipped with a strap across your back be anything but painful?"
"Don't knock it till you've tried it, Scott."
'Crafty', it immediately came to Scott. 'Sure', he thought to himself, Marco was thinking of this as a surefire way of trying to get 'him' to do the same.
"You can start anytime you want, Scott."
"One problem."
Being Marco wasn't secured to the St. Andrew's Cross, he could very easily turn to address Scott. "What's that?" he asks.
"Only time I've handled a belt, was to put it through my pants loops!"
"It's not a belt, Scott. It's a strap."
"You coulda fooled me!" Scott said, looking it over.
"A belt has little holes in it. The strap doesn't. Also, run your hand along both sides. One side is smoother than the other. The soft side delivers a softer sting. The rougher side... well I think you get the idea."
"Oh sure. I get the idea. The only thing I'm 'not' getting is why a guy like yourself would 'want' to be whipped by a strap?" Scott stood there, both hands on his bare torso, the strap dangling down his right side.
Jumping down from the X-frame, Marco steps in front of Scott and explains, "I know you're not understanding much of this Scott, but can you trust me please?"
"I think I've made my position on trust, which at the moment seems highly sketchy, Marco? Maybe you 'can' take forty lashes and take pain, but I for one am not."
"I have to disagree Scott. Look how I worked you over at the office. You aren't in some hospital recovering right now, are you?"
Thinking back to a couple of hours ago, because there hasn't been any lingering affects, especially now since he is rubbing his hand over his stomach, he's wondering.
Helping him, Marco asks, "Stomach feel bruised?"
"Not really," Scott honestly replies.
"Are you sure, Scott? You took a few hefty punches in the stomach 'and' the tip of my foot caught you there?"
Scott feels up his stomach much like his physician would, if examining him, the tips of fingers poking himself. "No... I don't feel anything abnormal."
"And what about your back?"
Scott goes to reach behind himself.
"No. Don't touch it," Marco keeps his arm from reaching behind his back. "Just stand there and tell me if it hurts."
Scott does flex his shoulders somewhat, reporting, "I don't feel anything."
"And what about when I was whipping your back, Scott?"
Scott answers, "Oh you better believe I felt it!"
"What did it feel like?"
Thinking back, it should have been fresh in his mind, but between being tied to the chair, his adrenaline spiked as a result of his anger, then the ensuing struggle, it clouded his memory. "I... I seem to forget."
Going back to the cross, Marco hops back up on to it, facing it as he says, "Whip me Scott."
"I don't know, Marco."
"As you're whipping me, think of it as getting even for putting the stripes across 'your' back."
Looking over his shoulder, Scott didn't even think of him having 'stripes'. He turns and twists to see if there are any lasting effects. "I can't seem to see any stripes, Marco?"
From getting a firsthand glimpse, before massaging Scott's shoulder blades with oil, Marco replies, "There's not much Scott, just a few pink lines."
With concern, Scott replies, "Um, I hope they will be gone before beach season starts up!"
"No worry Scott. I know of a nice private beach where the two of us will be the only humans for miles."
What was Marco getting at here? Scott had planned on spending his summer in P-town. Why was he even thinking of allowing this man to further turn his world upside down? Surely, P-town would not be the ideal destination to keep private about stripes on his back. Then again, why was Scott thinking of himself with stripes on his back. Marco was the one getting whipped! The 'old, familiar' returned, why was Scott even allowing himself to stay a minute more in Marco's house?
"Okay, while you are thinking, could you start whipping me, Scott?"
"You really want me to whip you?" Scott asks, standing behind Marco, his muscular frame hoisted to the frame.
"Right and I'm all psyched up for it."
"How could I 'not' tell?" Scott replies, taking a reality check between Marco's legs, his balls only dwarfed by the massive erection, pointing downwards on a slope.
What Scott can't tell, is Marco smiling because of Scott's comment, knowing Scott has been checking out his crotch from the rear.
Joking, Scott says, "Nice buns!"
Thinking Scott might have his eyes on his buns for one of two things, Marco replies, "Sure. No problem, Scott. Wear me down with the whipping and then take advantage of me as you please!"
With this new bit of advice, Scott's free hand tumbles his own balls around in his hand. To check out if he's hearing right, he comments, "I'm firming myself up now just thinking about it." He laughs.
"Use me and abuse me Scott!"
Thinking this whole acting stuff funny, Scott asks, "Does it matter what order I put it in?"
Marco replies, "No, but hurry up and get on with it before I spring a leak?"
Second reality check, Scott was sure Marco's erection was more substantial. Then again, Marco wasn't the only one suffering from the effects of all their talking!
"Just do it!"
He needed more to go on, but Marco's push was helping, him responding, "Alright! Alright!"
Too, wielding the strap in both hands, Scott was trying to figure out how to hold it.
"Well?"
"Hold on! I'm getting my logistics straight." This took planning, Scott having not done this before. A planner in real life, he had to analyze the situation. First, he had to figure out, if he was going to whip straight down Marco's back, as opposed to drawing the strap across his back. Too, what play into this, "Um, should I aim for high or low?"
"High. Too low and you could do damage to the kidneys," Marco replies.
"Oh, then I don't know if I want to do this," Scott show reluctance once again, but for a different reason.
"Look," Marco said, second time stepping off the X-cross beams. He took the strap out of Scott's hand, with instruction, "Turn around."
"Turn around?"
"Yeah, just turn around Scott?"
"Not if you're going to whip me!"
"C'mon Scott. Just trust me?"
"Oh okay," Scott pouted, middle-of-the-road on whether he really trusted Marco, turning around.
He felt the strap across the back, but not in the untrusting manner in which he supposed.
"You want to aim for here," he placed the strap across Scott's upper back, almost at the shoulders, "here," lower, "or here," middle back. "You can turn around."
Scott turned.
"Any questions?"
"No. I just wasn't sure if I had to whip you from left to right," he moves his index finger back and forth, "or up and down," likewise, swishing his finger through the air from north to south.
Before he could address Scott on his present theory, Marco smiles.
"What?"
Staring at Scott's pubes, Marco answers, "You're getting hard, aren't you?"
"Not getting," which Scott admits, but didn't want to admit to, "but it's not because I'm going to be whipping you."
Waiting for an explanation, Marco folds his arms across his chest and asks, "Oh? And how would that go, Scott?"
Okay, so it was anticipating whipping Marco, the reason Scott saw it, but instead of confronting what he knew was real, he resorted to, "I believe you when you say you can take forty lashes. Can we just get some sex in or something? How about the '69' you talked about?"
Marco shook his head.
"What?" Scott asked, throwing his hands apart. The strap accidentally hits Marco in the stomach. "Oops! Sorry!"
"I knew you had it in you Scott," he meant about the whipping, but was joking. "Yeah, we can mess around some before dinner I suppose."
"Dinner? It's only like around two o'clock."
Marco nods to the wall, "That's not what it says up there!"
"Where?" Scott looks in the direction Marco peers. "Oh yeah," he says, studying the pitch black clock, with the pitch black numbers, gray hands making like either it was twenty after twelve or four p.m. "But four, isn't that still early for dinner?"
Already near the door to his private dungeon, Marco replies, "It won't be after I finish torturing your cock with my tongue!"
Now, Marco was talking Scott's language and he didn't mind at all following!
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