The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Collecting Things" 05 (M/M oral anal bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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As they walked across the lawn, Rex whispered to Michael, "Nothing too tough for this one, okay?"
"My, my. Aren't we getting to be a softey?"
"Quiet or I'll having him fucking your ass later!"
Michael stopped short.
"And what's that supposed to mean, Rex?"
"Oh, don't let it get your balls all twisted up, Michael. All it means is that I kind of like John, okay?"
"Like in liking him enough to share in our sex life?"
"Well, look at him."
"Hold up there a minute, John," Michael calls out.
"Yes, sir."
"Have him turn around and put his hands behind his neck."
"John, turn around and clasp your hands behind your head."
"Yes, Sir."
He noticed Michael and Rex studying up his nineteen year old body.
"Just look at the blonde chest of hair. Isn't it stunning, Michael?"
"Yeah."
"Go ahead, tell me you wouldn't stick your tongue in his deep navel, if I told you to."
"My tongue? In John's navel?"
"Yeah. Especially after you play with his navel today?"
"Hmm.." Michael thought about it, staring at the blonde's trail down his stomach, to his deep innie. "Yeah, might be able to get into it."
"Yeah, gonna turn you into a bellyhole worshipper, Michael."
"Hey wait. What's this going to do to my reputation?"
"Nothing Michael. I'm sure if John gets some special treatment, he'll learn to keep his mouth shut."
"But what about you and me, Rex?"
"That stays the same, Michael."
"What happens if you fall for John?"
"And what happens if you do, Michael?"
"I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Rex."
"C'mon. Let's have some fun with John."
"Yeah. Work that navel."
On the property, situated next to the barn, was an old smokehouse, used to cure slabs of meat. Long since unused, Michael had converted it into a playroom.
"Over here, John."
"Yes, sir."
"Put your arms out in front of you."
"Yes, Sir."
Michael proceeded to apply the same kind of cuffs as he attached to Ben's wrists.
"Wait. Hold still there a minute, guys."
Rex had to get his first pic for his 'John Cummings Collection'. He zoomed in on Michael's hands, getting some of his hairy forearms, silhoutted against John's lightly haired, golden chest.
"Nice pic. Got John's navel, in the background."
"Cool," Michael replied, then said, "Now to string you up, boy!"
MIchael released a chain, drifting down from the ceiling. When it reached the height of John's hands, he placed the leather wrist cuff hooks over the u-shaped hook, attached to the chain. Within minutes, John's arms stretched above his head. Rex took oodles of pics, capturing John's lightly haired armpits, his hairy chest, dotted with two pink nips, the trail from his midchest, down his stomach and then swirling around his navel, which Michael was already studying.
"Looks like a fun navel to play with," Michael said gleefully.
"What are you going to do?"
"First some lite stretching, then we'll take it from there."
Michael, looks up from the bent over position and mentions to John, "Up for some hot navel torture?"
"Anything you want to do to me, is alright with me, sir," John replied.
Rex captured a pic of a slimey string of goo dripping off John's cockslit.
"Rex, why don't you get a few shots of John's navel, before I remodel it?"
Rex peered at John's face when Michael said the word, 'remodel'. It didn't seem to phase John, in the least.
"An electric drill? You can't be serious, Michael?"
"Do you see a drill bit inserted in the end of this drill, Rex?"
"No."
"Then don't get so clammy."
Rex watched, as Michael fit one size rounded dowel stick in John's navel, then another. The third one seemed to fit just inside John's bellyhole lip.
"Now what are you going to do?"
"I put the dowel stick in the drill. Turn it on the lowest power setting and then press it into John's navel."
"Hold it. Let me get a picture of that. Don't turn it on yet."
John looked down at the two, sweating, as if a side of beef hanging there, ready to get tortured.
"Now, you remember your safeword, right, John?"
"Yes, Sir."
Rex asks, "What's the safeword?"
Michael informs Rex, "A word, in case..."
"I know what it 'is', but what is the word you gave John?"
"What is it, boy?" Michael asks, in turn, confirming that John knows what it is, before he starts torturing his navel.
"Cockslit, sir."
"Cockslit?" Rex says.
"Yeah."
"That's so lame!"
Michael withdraws the pressing of the dowel stick in Michael's navel and straightens up.
"You got a better one?"
"Yeah. How about something more realistic, like... like..."
"Yeah? Like?"
"Like.. 'mercy, sir'?" John comes out with. "Sorry," he then says, after talking out without permission.
"I like it," Rex replies.
Michael says, "Whatever floats your boat, Rex and that doesn't get you off the hook for being a smart alec, boy!"
"I don't think John deserves punishment for thinking up a couple of great safewords."
"Whatever. Okay. No punishment. Let's get on with the fun."
"Aren't you going to blindfold him?"
Michael sighed, putting down the drill, lowering the nineteen year old's bod for Rex to blindfold, then hoisting him up again.
"Now, are we ready for the torture?"
"Let me get my camera."
What Rex thought would be an excruiating torture, didn't seem that way. John never used his safewords, as Michael pressed the dowel stick lightly into John's navel, touching the trigger. The drill slowly whirred, turning at a snail's pace, seemingly twisting John's stomach into a swirl. Sometimes the swirl pattern would break free, as John's navel conformed to the size of the outter circumference of the dowel stick, his navelsweat allowing the stick to turn. More than once, Rex caught John's head hanging backwards, his back arched and sighing with pleasure from the sweet, burning pain. To Rex, it seemed like John tried pushing his stomach forward, towards the spinning drill.
"How come you didn't do this to Ben?"
"One, because John loves navel torture and..."
"You do John?" And then remembering the protocol, Rex says, "Permission granted to speak freely, anytime, John."
"Yeah... Oh man does this feel so fucking hot, sir!"
"So, you didn't come up with this then, Michael?" Rex asked, taking a pic of the look on John's half exposed face, as the drilling continued.
"John brought navel torture to my attention, giving me a few hints. From there I developed the tortures."
"So, what is your intent here, with the spinning dowel stick?"
"Look."
Michael retrieved the slowly spinning dowel stick, lodged in John's navel, after turning the electric drill off.
"It's all red."
"Yeah and later when I drip some hot wax into it, it's gonna hurt like hell!"
"Hmm... sounds okay. Never thought of the navel as a place to torture. I mean, you've got a guy's nips, his balls, ass and other places. I guess the navel's been a neglected place."
"More, please?" A plea came from the hanging blonde.
"You'll pay for that, boy!"
"Michael, I gave him free speech time, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Forgot about that, Rex."
Rex thought it would be fun to start Michael on the 'bottom' of the totem pole position, just a little bit.
"Say you're sorry, Michael."
"Say I'm fuckin' what?" Michael said, staring at Rex, the dowel stick in John's navel, ready to spin.
"Tell John you're sorry for the mistake you made."
Michael stare at Rex, unbelieving his ears. Rex smiled down at him.
"Oh alright.. I'm sorry I made a mistake, John. Now can we get on with it?"
Michael might have apologized, but Rex saw that he really turned up the torture on John's navel after that. For the next two hours, not only did he proceed to make the inner lining of John's navel sore as hell, but did some other tortures to John's navel. Rex caught some good shots of John's arms stretched out above and apart, coupled to the wall of the smokehouse. The only thing keeping his chest and stomach from touching the wall was a rather wide dowel stick, lodged in his navel and pressing against the wall, digging it's way into John's bellyhole.
"Interested in giving him a whipping, Rex?"
"'Was thinking more of fucking him," Rex replied, looking at Michael.
"Go ahead. It's your cock. You claimed my ass last night. You want another lover in your bed then go ahead!"
"Come over here a minute. I want to explain something to you, Michael."
"Wait. John's not in enough pain. 'Don't want to lose another boy."
Rex grabbed his camera, getting some more pics for the 'John Cummings Collection'. He watched, then snapped the digital camera, taking photos of Michael stretching John's legs out, securing them, then tying a leather lace around the place between John's cock and balls. Next, he got some cloeups while Michael filled a plastic gallon jug with water. Rex had to put the camera down for a second when Michael asked him to hold the jug, while he tied the handle to the end of the leather lace.
"Okay. You can let it drop now."
"Let it drop? It'll rip John's balls off!"
"Suit yourself. Let it down easy."
However, from John's own lips, Rex heard the summons, "No, please drop it, Rex?"
"Here, you drop it, Michael."
Michael whispered to Rex, "Softey!"
Rex couldn't believe John's reduced volume of pain, resulting to a long line of 'oooooh's', more like a sigh of loving it, than it being realistic pain.
"Told you he'd like it."
"I take it you've done this to him before?"
"Yeah, but last time it was closer to the ground. Man, what a hot sight. C'mon, take some pics of John's hanging balls."
Rex snapped away.
"Here, get a pic of the jug in the air again."
Right after Rex snapped the jug about even with John's pubes, Michael let go. John sang a different tune, not being prepared.
"What do you want?"
"Michael. I love you and no other guy is going to compare to that, so don't get your balls all twisted up everytime I refer to something like, fucking his ass."
"Yeah. You're right Rex. I mean, just because you fuck another guy's ass doesn't necessarily mean that you love him, I guess."
"That's one way of looking at it."
"Um, you're not falling for this guy, John, are ya?"
"Oh, you're ass is gonna get a good whipping tonight, Michael!"
"Not in front of John, are ya?"
"I don't know. Might be fun seeing you get humiliated in front of John."
"You wouldn't, Rex?"
"Might even be fun watching him whip you!"
"Nooooooo..."
"Like it's fun humiliating you now?"
Rex took the initiative to close in on Michael's feelings, quelling some of that anguish. In the opposite corner of the old smokehouse, Rex pressed his chest in close to Michael's, their lips making an encounter.
"You do love me, don't you Rex?"
"Yeah. Now get that belly over the table over there. I need to claim your ass again!"
Michael figited with the buckle on his belt, walking over towards the old table used for hacking up slabs of meat. Lifting each leg, he took off his boots. After unzipping, he removed his pants, then lowrise briefs. Rex followed suit. They kissed once more, before Michael assumed the position, Rex behind him. There had been more than enough ample ammunition oozing from Rex's cock, to lube it up.
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"Well, well. What do we have here?"
Ben tried looking over his shoulder, weakly saying, "Who's there?"
"Rob Milano. My oh my didn't somebody have some fun with you, boy."
"What do you want?"
"I came looking for Mike. They said he was outback. Didn't know I'd be running into his landscaper."
"Then what.... what are you.. doing here?"
"Heard there'd be a possible opening," The forty-eight year old, six foot tall, slightly overweight said, as he crossed over in front of Ben.
"Well there isn't. My cousin and I are doing fine here, so you can just take a hike, Milano!"
Rob placed his hand on Ben's chest, which immediately drew Ben's attention. He followed the hand down to his stomach, where Rob jabbed it lightly.
"Looks like I came at a fun time here. Didn't know that you boys liked playing it rough."
"Look, you came looking for Michael. He's not here, so get lost."
Still pressing on Ben's stomach, Milano swirled the toothpick in his mouth around, looking Ben straight in the face.
"Maybe before I leave I can help put my competition out of business."
"Ugggggh!" Ben belched, as Milano's fist dove into the taut stomach. "Fuckin'... uggggh!"
Like a series of battering rams, Rob Milano punched Ben's stomach, causing him to emit belch after belch of bellypain. Laughing, he stopped the stomach pummelling. Eyeing up Ben's big balls, he placed his hands on the twenty year old's shoulders and lifted his knee into Ben's crotch. Not too long after Milano's arrival, Ben hung there in his bondage, panting heavily, groaning with pain.
"Think about moving on, Morris, or I'll think about coming back with my boys and giving your cousin the same."
Ben let out a faint cry of pain, as Milano gave Ben a heaving, farewell punch to his gut.
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"Oh man, Steve, I wish you could come along with me."
"You're crazy about me, aren't you Phil?"
"What can I say, Steve? You're a hot man."
"Wow!"
"What?"
"Nobody has ever called me 'hot' before. That's all, Phil."
"Why not? I mean, you've got this hot body... man, is your hairy chest nice, suckable nips, a hot cock to throat and I'm really getting into fucking your ass, Steve."
"Feels awesome too, Phil."
"So, don't you even think you might like me a little, Steve?"
"A little is an understatement, Phil."
"So how about it?"
"What?"
"You know. How about coming out to live with me, while I'm going to college."
"Hmm... would be a big move for me. I guess I can get a job out there."
"Sure. Um, what is it that you do anyway, Steve?"
"Well, I want to design clothes, but for now I work at the Tuxedo Shack."
"I bet my brother can find you a higher paying and 'better' job in Mammouth Falls."
"How does he know anybody from there?"
"We've got a distant cousin, Dino Machiavelli, that lives there. He'll do anything for family."
"Dino. The one with the dungeon."
"Yeah, that's him."
"So, if I go and move to this place, then maybe I can play around with this Dino, too?"
"Damn, Steve. I thought maybe you might be wanting to go there, for me?"
"I am, Phil. Sorry about that. I let myself get ahead of me there."
Phil smiled, then offered, "Yeah, well I'm sure Dino wouldn't mind a couple of extra pals to play with."
"But first I have to 'know' that I'm getting a job, Phil. I mean, like Rex, I know your family's got money, but I want to make it on my own."
"I know where you're coming from Steve. I feel the same."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Phil says, cuddling up with Steve, "I'd like it better if you and I made it together on our own."
"You're really crazy about me, aren't you Phil?"
For the umpteenth time, Phil gazes at Steve, then kisses him sweetly.
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"Oh man. How come they didn't put any windows in these smokehouses?"
"Hey, they made these for processing meat, not fucking them, Rex."
The two began assembling themselves, dressing.
"Yeah, well that was one hot fuck, Michael."
"Hot as last night?"
"Maybe not 'that' hot. I mean, a soft bed is a lot different than hard wood."
"Oh yeah? I think your hard wood felt hot inside me."
"You've got a hot, tight rim, Michael."
"That it?"
"Nah. I love working over a hot man, too!"
After kissing, they reported back over to their captive.
"Whooa! The water container is flat out on the floor!" Rex said, astonished.
"How's the balls John?"
"Nothing special, really."
"Told you he was a glutton for punishment, Rex."
"How's the navel feel?"
"Awesome, sir."
Rex pipes up with, "You can refer to him as Michael."
"Yeah? ReallY?" John replies, as Michael gives Rex a look.
At the same time, Michael gave a big yank, to pull the wide dowel stick out of John's navel.
"Ugggh!" John cried out.
Reaching around John, Michael felt up his trailed stomach, finding his bellyhole. He stuck his finger in.
"Yeah, we're coming along there, Johnnyboy."
"C'mon. Enough navel fun for today. Time to go rescue Ben."
"But you didn't do any hot wax torture?"
"If I didn't know you any better, John, I'd think you're disappointed or something."
"I am. You don't know how much I like my body tortured, Michael."
"Oh, I know, John. I know. C'mon, let's go see about your cousin."
The three walked the field, to the old shed.
"Looks like Ben is plum tuckered out."
"Wouldn't you be, after hanging in the hot sun all day?"
As they neared the old shed, they could see Ben's body, slumped in his bindings.
"Hey, he looks like he's passed out," John said.
Concerned, John picked up the pace, running to his cousin. Michael and Rex followed, running behind.
"Ben.. Ben... are you alright? Ben? Speak to me!"
More like a lover than a cousin, John tried reviving his cousin. Rightaway, Michael and Rex began releasing him from his bondage, tackling his ankles first. As they began lowering his arms, Ben screamed in agony.
"He wasn't like this when we left him."
"Could be sunstroke, maybe?" John offered.
"John, run back to the house and grab some water out of the fridge."
"Yes, sir," he replied, still in the play mode.
"Look at these bruises on his stomach, Rex."
"Yeah. Neither of us did any gut punching."
"Somebody else was here and dammit, I'm gonna find out!" Michael replied, livid.
Rex and Michael each grabbed an arm and placed it over their shoulders, balancing Ben in between. Lifting him, placing an arm each, behind his back, they walked him back towards the house. John met them halfway.
"Here's the water, Michael."
"Dump some over his head."
Unscrewing the cap, the first bottle wet down Ben's body, which seemed to cause some invirorating revival.
"Oooooh... my stomach... uggghh..."
"What happened to you, Ben?" Michael interrogated him.
"Milano."
"Milano?"
Reaching the deck, they lay Ben down in a chaise lounge chair.
"The old man. He said something....ugh.. about taking on your business...ugggh..."
"Sorry, there," Michael said to Ben.
He wasn't feeling the same repose as during their play. No, this wasn't pain experienced during the sexual high.
"Our business?" Rex questioned.
"Yeah and then he said that he'd make sure... ugh.. John and I were put out of commission. That's when he started working me over."
"I don't sense anything broken, Ben."
"Hurts... he worked over my crotch too."
Michael's attention became drawn to Ben's balls. He checked him out, but not without the soft cock throwing a semi erection.
"Nothing wrong with your cock, that's for sure!"
Michael gave the four of them a small chuckle, until Ben winced when his balls were handled.
"Well, one thing's for sure and that is you're out of work for a couple of days."
"No way.. ugggh..." Ben said, "John and I need to make money for college..."
"Don't you worry about that," Rex said, "you became injured on my property, so that makes me liable. Michael, I want you to check this out and see if any of our insurance will cover this incident."
"I doubt it, Rex."
"Then I'll pay for Ben's lost time out of my own pocket."
"I can't let you do that, Rex," Ben came out of his roleplay, to contest.
"You'll do what I tell you to do, got it?" Rex demanded.
"Yeah, okay. John?"
"Yeah, Ben?"
"We'll get through this. I promise."
"I know we will Ben. We've been in tougher jams."
Michael offers, "You want to call your folks or anybody?"
Ben and John look at each other.
John reports, "We don't have anybody else but us."
"No family?"
"No, not per say."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Ben explains, "John, we gotta tell the truth."
The intriguing boys began to unload their story of parents whom shunned them only because of their sexuality. Kicked out with the stitches of clothing on their backs and what little they had in their wallets, at ages fifteen and sixteen, the two landscapers told the harsh tale.
"And where do you live?" Rex questioned them.
"The same place we rent, to store our truck."
"In a garage?" Michael asks.
"Yeah. We keep our clothes in the cab of the truck and use the shower at the 'Y'," John fills them in.
Ben tells them, "We've had to sneak in real early on account of.. you know."
"The welts?" Michael guesses.
"Yeah," John relays, "and other marks on our bodies," referring now, to his navel.
"Kind of risky, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but we've been lucky so far."
"Well now you don't have to worry about that."
"Why, Rex?"
"Because you're staying here with us."
"Oh noooo," Ben says, "we'll never be able to pay rent to stay in a place like this!"
"Did I say anything about rent?"
"Ben and I have always worked for what we've got," John says, implying they weren't used to taking charity.
Thinking fast, Rex replies, "I didn't say anything about not paying rent," he lied, "you guys can work to pay off your room and board."
"We could do that, Ben," John acknowledged.
"I suppose we could....uggghh..."
"Well, it's for sure you're not going to be doing any moving around for a couple of days."
"Um, Michael?"
Rex and Michael had a double take, as their bound captives, unbound, appear before them.
"I told you so, Michael."
"Told him what?" Phil asks.
"Never mind. Ben and John, meet Phil and Steve."
Ben tried his darnedest to reach for a handshake, but it hurt too much.
"Phil?"
"Yeah, Michael?"
"You're the closest we have to medical personnel here. See what you think of Ben's injuries?"
"Michael, you told me you weren't going to play rough anymore!"
"Michael didn't do anything, Phil," John supplied the info.
"No? Where did he get these welts?"
"Alright, Rex and I whipped Ben, but we left him strung up and some other bastard came along and worked him over," Michael filled in Steve and Phil.
"Who?"
"Milano, as we understand it. The old man," Rex told them.
"Milano's a sick fuck.. somebody should give him what's coming to him," Phil agreed with Michael.
Already brewing in Michael's mind, he conjured up some plot for revenge.
"Doesn't look like anything much except for some bruises. Just take it easy, Ben."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Me? I'm only eighteen years old," Phil reported.
"He's a paramedic," Michael filled them in.
"Yeah, just passed the test," Phil says.
"Well, thanks for checking me out."
"No problem man. Might help if you sink into the jacuzzi for while."
"Jacuzzi? This place has one?" John asks.
Rex informs them, "It's a mansion. Of course we've got a jacuzzi and the swimming pool is down the hall, to the left!"
They all laugh at Rex's description.
"And Michael?"
"Yeah, Rex?"
"Make sure the cook fixes enough for all of us tonight?"
"Anything else, your worship?"
"Yeah, steak... two a piece and some cold beer?"
Michael laughed, walking away from the little gathering.
"Is Michael your servant?"
"Nope. He's my..." Rex stopped in his tracks, upon looking up at Steve, then blurted out, "good friend."
Steve wondered how he was going to break the news to Rex that Phil and he had developed more than a friendship.
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That night, the keg of beer did wonders for Ben's bruises, plus the whole camaraderie of friends.
"C'mon, Michael. I'm laying out on the table here, waiting for you."
"Alright. Let me get a candle, John."
"Can I lay next to John?" Steve called out, already climbing onto the dining room table, lying his nude body next to John."
"Oh cool! Two of us together?"
Michael tells the two, "It won't be so cool when I'm dripping hot wax on your chests!"
"Don't start until I get my camera, Michael!"
"You and your camera, Rex," Michael replied, shaking his head.
By the time Rex came back, Michael had a candle lit and the hot wax collecting.
"Looks like Phil and Ben have had it. Don't start yet, Michael. I want to get a pic of Phil sitting in the chair, with Ben on his lap."
"Wonder if Ben is sitting on anything hard?" Michael asks.
Steve says, "I hope he's not!"
John, tells him, "Wouldn't matter. Ben loves his ass played with, anyways, so what's the difference, Steve?"
"The difference is that Ben is your cousin and Phil's my boyfriend. That's what the difference is, John."
Rex picked up on the welcomed news that Phil and Steve have made a connection.
"Boyfriend?" Rex questioned Steve. "And when were you going to break it to me?"
"Well, um...."
Michael, after kicking back quite a few beers, spills, "What the fuck does it matter, Rex, when you got me to love?"
"Aha!" Steve calls out. "And 'when' did you think you were going to tell me, Rex?"
Michael took Steve's mind off the matter, as he tilted the candle over his left nip. Crying out loudly, in pain, Rex quickly took a snapshot of the clear wax, flooding it's way down the side of Steve's rigid nip and clinging to his dark brown chest fur.
"Ooooh fuckin' shit that hurt!"
"Haa ha ha haaaa... yeah, it did, didn't it, Steve?"
"C'mon, Michael. Do me!" John almost begged.
Steve felt his hot nip, the wax still in the soft stage, as leaned on his elbow, watching Michael tilt the candle over John's nip.
"Akkkk-ooooh... ooooooh... hell yeah!" John cried out, then spoke mildly of the hot wax dripping on his pec.
"Oh man... you're way ahead of me, John."
Michael educates him, "Hey, some of us can take more pain than others, Steve."
"How much can you take, Michael?" Steve asks him.
Rex picks up on it, asking the same.
"Rex, don't start," Michael warns him.
"All I asked is how much pain you can take, Michael."
Steve asks, "Hey, has anybody ever tortured you, Michael?"
"No...YEOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!"
They all found out just how much pain Michael could take, when the candle he was holding suddenly dripped on his hand. It caused a chain reaction of painful emotions, when the candle dropped from his hand, onto John's stomach, splashing wax onto both John and Steve. Both boys howled, John getting maxed out on the pleasure of the pain.
"Oh, look what you did, Michael. You singed John's trail!"
"Aren't you in the least concerned about my hand, Rex?"
"Yeah. Let get a closeup of it," he joked.
Steve chatted to John about the accidental waxing, as Rex comforted Michael, calling him a 'big baby'.
"Oh, c'mon Michael. It was only a little wax."
"Yeah, I'd like to see you take a 'little wax' on you, Rex."
"I don't believer you're wishing pain on me, Michael."
"I didn't mean it that way, Rex."
Michael announces, "I think it's time we all turn in."
"Oooh, but I wanted you to torture me some more with the hot wax, Michael," John whined.
"Yeah and what about me," Steve whined, too.
"Torture each other!" Michael complained, eager to get Rex upstairs.
Steve busied himself, talking with John, as Michael and Rex headed out.
"If we can get Phil awake, he'll torture us, John."
"Really? I thought he was a bottom, like us."
"He is, but he can switch roles. How about Ben?"
"As far as I know, he's a total bottom."
"So, do you have a boyfriend, John?"
"Nope."
"You and Ben, um.."
"Have sex together?"
"Yeah, do you John?"
"Nope. If I get horny, I just jerk myself off."
"Wouldn't you more like doing it with a guy, John?"
"Sure, but Ben and I are too busy to meet guys. We work from sunup to sundown, seven days a week."
"Man, you guys better go to college so you don't have to do that forever."
"We're trying to save for college, Steve, but there's other expenses, with insurance, gas... hey, thanks for peeling the wax offa me."
"No problem. Hey, you wanna go find a bed and have some sex with me, John?"
"Huh? What about Phil? I thought you and him are tight."
"I dunno. I met him only yesterday. I like him, but I kind of like you, too."
"Me?"
"Yeah. C'mon, let's get our guys and we can all have some fun."
"I don't know about Ben. He might still be achey."
"He didn't act like it for the last couple of hours."
"I guess we should get him into a bed anyways."
"C'mon. Upstairs there's a kingsized bed that we all can fit into."
Managing to get Ben and Phil up and out of the chair, John and Steve helped them up the stairs. When they got to the room that Steve talked about, they lay the two out on their backs. Ben seemed to move sideways, then pivoted himself half over onto Phil, partially covering his body.
"Aren't you going to feel guilty, having sex with me, Steve?"
"Not really. Phil and I talked a lot about a relationship. He's not set against us each having sex with other guys."
"Well, I'm not so sure that I want to be that way, Steve."
"Here, lets see if we can get the rest of this wax off of us," Steve changed the subject.
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