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Giv2GeT 22
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"We seem to have a problem here?"
LL had only met Clay yesterday, with a quick handshake, as of right now.
"Clay," the cowboy reminded LL of his name, shaking LL's hand. "I know there's much work to be done, but in my own opinion I think we should stop rebuilding the old shack."
"The one where AJ and the other fellow fell through the roof?"
"One and the same."
"What condition is it in now?" LL asks, noticing the farmhands mulling about, no sense of direction.
"My honest opinion? It should be torn down."
"Hold it a sec, will you?" LL says, seeing Jeff walking towards him, iPhone extended, all ready to hand him.
"Gio. He needs to talk with you," Jeff says, all businesslike.
Like, LL is thinking, Gio already is rubbing off on Jeff, takes the phone. Right before answering it, he says, "I think we should see about you getting your own phone."
Ready to talk, Jeff cuts him off, "Gio already thought of it. My phone should be arriving in about an hour."
"Geesh!" LL exclaims. "Sometimes I wonder about that boy!"
Jeff wondered himself, having spoken off and on with Gio this morning, roughly 8 times. Most of the time it was about company business, off-business, Gio wanting to know casual stats, for company records of course!
Where time was money, Gio became just as aggressive as LL. Having to carry twice the responsibility, LL officially on leave for 8 weeks, the 27-year old has had to put in extra hours, get less sleep, add extra distance on the road and other little tidbits which he didn't normally have to be responsible for. Gio did it for a lot of reasons, of which money was not one of them. True, he was paid a good, solid salary, plus benefits, which is why he could afford driving around in a brand spanking new, deluxe Jeep Cherokee, special ordered off the color charts, canary yellow, much like the briefs he was wearing on the day he entered the dealership to order. He did this, in case the salesdude wasn't getting the idea of the color jeep he wanted made up for him. Normally this wasn't done, but for the right price, plus Gio's charisma, being part Italian, he won the salesman over!
Regarding the phone call, requesting Gio's presence, Gio wasn't about to make the trip alone. Well, he was never without his informal, private chaffeur, Pavel Balicki, a 25-year old he happened upon, working his ass off at a service station out in the middle of nowhere, in Nevada. After a few minutes spent in the mens room at the station, he had learned enough from Pavel, this was a dead end town he lived in. When they got back to the truck Gio had at the time, the tire was flat. Being outgoing, a person who could leave an impression, Pavel talked his way into a ticket out of town, passage in exchange for fixing the flat. For Gio, it helped to make up his mind those few private minutes with, paid off for him and the company, securing the the 19-year old's services. He relied on Pavel to keep his vehicles in order and when needed, keep the `motor' warm.
Gio assured LL he won't let him down, but got to thinking about it, how he's been running his division ragged already, only the first week the head honcho has been away.
After his last call with Jeff, Gio went back to the small suite of offices, gathered everyone together and announced all free time cancelled, which at first drew a great amount of criticism.
Gio lightened the atmosphere, lying a little, he was taking them to a gay resort. Besides, if they valued their jobs...
It changed their minds and the atmosphere of the room changed dramatically, except for one, Keith-Kyle Phillips, "Are there going to be any girls there?"
Rusel Decker, a beefy muscle cub, who could always be persuasive with the customer, hawks, "Knock it off Kyle-Keith. Get it through your head. There's no such thing as bisexual. You're gay, man!"
He was young, 26-years old, even though he had a big cock and balls under his belt, Rusel hadn't lived enough of life to act responsible, according to Travis Wakeman, a robust burly man almost twice Rusel's age, "Mind your manners, asshole!"
Rusel walks up to him, "I suppose you're next going to tell me to respect my elders," he butts his stomach up against Travis.
Travis didn't disregard the feeling, it kind of cool, but trying to prove something here, "It might be a good place to start!"
"Great. Drop your pants, turn around and bend over!"
Separately they each had their own individualism. Together, they knew how to have fun, reason Gio was standing there, allowing things to play out.
"How about we handle it this way?"
When travis goes for Rusel's belt buckle, he backs off, "Get offa me you pervert!"
At this moment, Bastian steps up behind Rusel, grabs his elbows, drawing them back, and in his French accent, "This I like to see!"
Tricky, Rusel swings a foot up, socking Bastian in the balls with a light kick.
"Ak-k-k-k-k-oh-shit-oh shit-on shit! You are such a mean boy!" he hops around in a circle, holding his crotch.
Rick Santini, who could classified as the office fluffer, walks over to Bastian, saying, "Maybe I should take a look to make sure nothing's broken!"
"Get out of here... you're worse than him!" Bastian denotes Rusel as the one who likes to bring misery.
"I didn't even hit you that hard Bastian. You're a real cry baby!" Rusel tells him.
Pavel had been talking with Gio, while this has all been going on, wondering how long they were going to be away, because he wanted to know how many condoms to pack, his way of asking, he hoped they were going to be seeing some action.
He knew soon enough, Gio calling them to order and much to their dismay, they are informed they have to be on their best behavior, because LL will be in the same place as themselves.
Rick had gravitated towards Keith-Kyle, asking if he was feeling horny for a guy or a girl, which he got turned down.
Pavel, who had a never-ending flow of the spigot, turned Rich away, but didn't give up all together, saying maybe later.
Travis knew Rich gave good head, but also knew he could really fuck ass with his tongue and could get into some rough stuff, like a belt to warm up his ass before getting reamed.
Rich didn't much go for the rough stuff, but loved the feel of the 40-year old's fat 8c and how it could really work a man's ass. Sometimes you have to make compromises to get. It's not all about getting all the time!
Finally, Gio hands the last word, "We leave here Friday morning at 6am. Be at the front gate or find yourself another job!"
This would not be the first time they all went away together on assignment. LL's company was one of a group of volunteers going to Haiti, after the earthquake. They were a great bunch of office workers, but also good at swinging hammers. When Keith-Kyle's mother's house burned down, they pitched in to help rebuild. At times they acted like a bunch of drunk rednecks, but deep down inside they had a love for each other, which sometimes did make them react more than being friends.
"Camp? What in the hell do I take to camp?" Bastian questions the quorum, after Gio leaves.
Rusel comes over, "Sorry about your balls, man, but I thought you were into that stuff?"
He was. Bastian had numerous times gotten with guys who liked to play with another man's balls, in the sense of causing pain, feeding both of their zeals for getting hot and horny. It's just that, Gio had to enlighten, "There is a time and place for everything. This was not the place."
"Oh really? Well next time, don't come up behind a guy and grab him, unless you want to suffer the consequences, Bastian!"
To anyone else this would be strange, Bastian doing a turn around, "What are you doing tonight?"
Walking up to Bastian, Rusel skims his hands down forearms, like he's feeling romantically involved, "Tonight? How about get creative with your balls?"
Apparently Keith-Kyle, who is a self-proclaimed bisexual, was feeling kind of horny to be with a man, telling Rick he wasn't busy after work and that he could use a little give and get.
It wasn't much of a surprise, Rick the one who first turned Keith-Kyle onto gay sex, the 27-year old keeping it repressive for years, meeting with an occasional guy, rarely a woman.
Travis, he really liked Rusel's bod, beefy cub-type, but there was always the personality clash. That's why he found it necessary to make friends at the local `cave', where bears and cubs hung out. A couple of times he lured Keith-Kyle there and once, on his birthday, the whole gang showed up.
As for Bastian, he didn't even know there was a leather meeting place, until Pavel felt confident enough to invite him. A closed group of men, they were overjoyed when Pavel showed up with Bastian. A top who could act the dominant part with little effort, Pavel was a favorite at the club, which boasted a 5 to 30 ratio, dominant tops at the low end.
Pavel had walked in first. They knew he had brought a wannabe, submissive type with him, which set the stage for one more sub trying to steal away a top. Well, when Pavel pulled on the chain, they gasped, seeing Bastian, stripped fully down, a harness woven over his chest and stomach, little metal cutouts for his nips, and to top it off, big balls stuffed through a leather loop, which also kept his shaft hard.
When Pavel pulled too hard on the chain, Bastian says, "Owch! That hurt. Will you take it easy?"
Of course, just what the subs thought, happened, the minority of the club, four dominant tops approach Pavel. One, older, handlebar stache, beard, worked bod covered in a sheath of black hair, had heard Bastian's remarks. Walking right up to him, he draws back his arm and plants a fist direct center of Bastian's sixpack.
Because he had a tight core, the 29-year old didn't drop down to his knees, but rather bent over.
"That'll teach you to sass your master!"
He laughed, but wasn't laughing for long, Bastian standing and with all of his might, socks the top in the stomach!
Pavel knew Bastian could take a gut punch, but his fellow friend, Horst...
Wrapped up in a fetal position on the floor, Pavel was indifferent to it, saying, "You should know not to touch another man's property, Horst."
Always cool, because that's how Pavel appeared to everyone, whether at the leather club, the office, supermarket, everywhere. He was a cool guy with a cool temperament.
"I hope I didn't get you into trouble, Pavel."
"Nah, but call me sir from now on or else people will suspect," Pavel directs.
`Suspect what?' Bastian wondered, it being his first time in this scene.
When Pavel walked through the crowd, an alleyway would open up. After the incident with Bastian, he was respected with the same courtesy.
When they got to the bar, the other topguys, Angus, Jason and Ravi, joined him. Horst recovered, but stay at the far end of the bar, with 5 or 6 boys around, adoring him.
The dominant crowd had their drinks in hand and turned around to face the dude chained to Pavel's hand.
Bastian was surprised to hear Pavel say, "I wonder if you three could break my boy in and show him what a good time we have at the club?"
Little did Bastian know, this was all planned, right down to Horst walking over and punching him in the stomach. Of course, Bastian doing likewise was not in the `script', but it's not like the first time ever any of them have faced an unruly bottom boy!
"Hmm," Angus, a 38-year old muscle bear, red hair topping his head, chest full, a streaming down his front, walks around Bastian, like he was checking out a side of beef at a butcher's shop, "I like what I see." Around the back he feels up Bastian's back, sweeping a hand down to his tush, giving it a pinch, "Firm."
While at Bastian's back, one of the others, Jason, begins his assessment, hands on shoulders, feeling down the sides.
Regardless, probably because the other dude was younger, Bastian couldn't help but crack a little smile, looking at the other one talking to Pavel.
With the other two still checking Bastian out, Pavel dictates, "Okay, Ravi's going to handle Bastian tonight."
Of course, the peak condition Bastian was in, little if any fat on his bod, firm, hairy pecs, lightly haired six pack and thin happy trail sinking beneath the leather ballgag, no wonder all eyes were on the handsome hunk when he was ushered in.
With Ravi walking up to Bastian, he says, "Whoopie!"
Ravi wasn't amused, slapping Bastian across the face, barking out an order, "You will not speak unless spoken to."
Bastian turns a cheek towards Pavel, "Are they all this mean?" Slap number 2, "Owch! You know you could've broken my jaw, Ravi?"
It was time to move on, Bastian getting a fist in his gut and lectured on the art of respect.
Pavel just shook his head, saying to Ravi, "Some slaveboys never learn." Then to Bastian, "I forgot to tell you, Ravi does boxing in his spare time. I told him to bring his gloves, that you might be up for some practice."
"Oh boy," Bastian replied, yet ached to feel a pair of alternating boxing gloves pummel his abs.
Showing how they all could be at the office, pulling pranks on one another, even after Ravi removed the harness, attached leather cuffs to both of Bastian's wrists, hung him from a chain, split his legs, cuffing ankles, tying them far apart, then doing some sparring, punching pecs, stomach and the lower midsection, after the evening, Bastian wasn't at all angry at Pavel for telling his friend Ravi to exercise the clause, `no limits.' In fact, now Bastian and Ravi don't even wait till it's time to meet again at the club!
Keith-Kyle would never admit it, but he did favor men over girls. He even thought of surprising them all sometime, buying one of those tee shirts which read, `Sorry Girls but I Suck Dick', but was holding off until he was really sure.
Nice thing about knowing Rick, Keith-Kyle wasn't very much into a lot of oral, more getting sucked, not sucking. Though, he very much liked a dude getting oral on him, at times Keith-Kyle got the craving.
As far back as he can remember, Rick has had an attraction for cock. He attributes something he did in 10th grade, which he's never told another living soul, was sucking off his gym teacher. Strictly an oral relationship, he decided to go out for soccer, just so he could service coach after games and on weekends. So strong a bond had the two made, Rick would often go over to his coach's house. Sometimes coach would have another guy or two there. With all the exposure and nurturing, Rick got to be an expert cocksucker. Even one time, one of the others brought a set of buttplugs. He was sure coach would stand up for him when the biggest one hurt so bad, Rick thought he was going to pass out. It was the first time Rick felt betrayed, thinking coach would protect him, but didn't. He shrugged it off and didn't hold a grudge, because eventually, years pass and 5 big buttplugs later, he was loving it.
The next day, Rick dropped out the sport programs and took up art. It's how Rick became Emerson Haggard's liaison with the main office. It seems that bad incident with `trust' and falling out with coach, changed the course of his history. Having achieved degrees and awards in art and architecture, Rick is sought after in his field. Though, sometimes he thinks he may be tarnishing the image, with lusting after every man's dick, Rick has been shown what's really important in life.
Back at the farm, Jeff, who didn't really have anyone to hang with, hung with LL, thanking him like 50 times already for the job, assuring him, "I won't let you down."
"I know you won't," LL says with confidence, "I know the people I hire. I just don't pick them out of a hat, you know?"
After speaking with Clay and having the knowledge of the future of both Bryce's farm and the camp, LL set about recalling Emerson Haggard, who was en route, back to the main office. He hadn't even left town, doubled back to where LL was standing right now. He instructed Emerson to take notes, while walking the grounds with Clay.
Clay had thought LL would be with them and felt proud when LL said there wasn't any need, that Clay knew the environment of a working ranch.
The others, LL set them out to clear all the brush, from the farmyard to the fence and to keep going until they hit the lake.
As for Jeff, he and LL were in a truck, heading for the lumberyard.
When they get there, Jeff says, "I think we might know one of the guys exchanging words?"
Sure enough, there was Andres, more than in conversation with another guy.
"Andres looks pretty hot," Jeff says.
"Oh really? I thought you didn't like him?" LL replies.
"I didn't mean hot', like in hot!' I meant, like hot under the collar' hot?'"
LL says, turning the ignition off, "That's what I thought you didn't mean!"
Getting closer, after stepping out of the truck, LL says, "That's Andres' brother, Samuele. I wonder what this is about?"
About 10 feet from the heated discussion, LL notices Andres recognizing them, mouthing words to the effect he had to go.
"How convenient," LL says to Jeff.
Jeff says, "He's a wimp anyway."
"Now, now, no name calling," LL says.
"Sorry," Jeff replies, thinking himself childish.
"Fuckin' wimp!"
Jeff says, "I love how you can turn it on and off."
"Oh, you're talking about my charm?"
"All of it," Jeff replies.
Samuele had walked away into the lumberyard office, LL and Jeff catching up.
They walk in on him, sitting at his desk, looking down indiscriminately, holding his head in his hands, to which LL interrupts Samuele's train of thought, "Ahem!"
"I'm sorry," Samuele gets up, changing composure instantly, "I didn't know anyone was there," he extends a hand.
They had met only once before, LL saying, "I'm glad to see you again."
Jeff stood there, arms folded over his chest, a smirk on his face, watching the two carry on. Finally he remind, "LL, did you remember to bring the shopping list?"
There was no list. No yet, because plans were hanging on what his team had to report. Though, foresight, Emerson Haggard shows up, "Oh good, Emerson, you made it."
Introducing one of his employees, it is revealed by Samuele, "Good to meet you, Emerson. I have some architectural experience under my belt as well."
Emerson could see Samuele had something there under his belt, but he knew when LL was bent on a business matter, he better stick to business, "Great. Maybe we can use you in our planning."
As with Jeff, instantaneously in acceptance, LL says, "Of course we can use Samuele's expertise, if he's willing to become our partner in the project."
"Just what is your project?"
As he says it, a Fedex dude enters, asking, "Is one of you gentlemen Jef Laird?"
Even if he wasn't getting a package, Jeff would make sure he introduced himself, "That's me," he smiled.
"Sign here," the delivery dude says.
However, there wasn't anything exchanged between the two, Jeff shrugging his shoulders. Before tearing into the package, he looks at the label, seeing his name spelled, Jef' and not Jeff'. No big deal, though Jeff thought with life suddenly spinning 360, maybe he should change up the interface. He smiled, thinking of himself now as `Jef', which sounded bolder than it was! Inside was his iPhone. Playing with it right away, since the subject of LL and other two dudes didn't pertain to him, though Jef kept a keen ear, he found his phone loaded, "Wow!"
"Wow, what?" LL asks.
"Gio. He like loaded my phone with the whole database of everyone who works at the company!"
"Check," LL tells him, "see if Gio set you up with all the takeout places," then he went back to his work.
Jef couldn't keep a straight face, laughing, again LL ducking in and out of being funny and serious.
They weren't talking `all' business, but rather Samuele's business, which had to do with why the brothers were arguing out in the parking lot.
Apparently, Andres was supposed to meet up with representatives from a company which has further branches in the building industry. Instead, he was at a motel in town having sex with two members of the high school football team!
It made Jef at least smile, LL directing at him, "Let that be a lesson to you Jef, not to mix business with pleasure..." there was a lull, like there was a punch line to follow, LL delaying, "unless you can both agree on the terms."
Said like it was really a bylaw of a company, Jef wasn't sure if LL was joking, or not, so just smiles, saying, "I'll keep that in mind."
He did smile more, catching LL's wink!
The others thought him serious, Emerson saying, "Good point LL."
Going on with his story, Samuele was frank with them, saying the account Andres fucked up would have boosted the sales and production of the lumber company. "Now, I'm not sure how long our doors are going to be open, with our rivals getting the huge revenues."
"Unless you become our partner in the venture we are about to embark on..."
Emerson interrupts, "Um, LL, we haven't waited for Gio, with the final study?"
Jef excuses himself, as Emerson and LL have `heated' words, which from time to time LL was entertained by debate.
It goes back and forth, LL almost sure it will go through and all the plans they have, purchasing all, except the upper right hand corner of the camp and because Bryce's farm could go into default at any time, the only way was for them to snatch up both properties.
There were further considerations. Tearing down the fence between, there would be considerable room to expand on the athletic venue of the warrior running idea. Emerson had already worked out where the whole of the living area of the camp would be torn down, temporary showers and lavs rebuilt, along with swimming pools, tennis courts and some other sports amenities.
As for Bryce's farm, it would still retain the name. Every building on the property, would be torn down and dormitories, in the style of a western town, built. Other outlying buildings would be stables, barns and other itinerary for developing a parcel into a working farm.
Samuele sat back in his chair, amazed at the landscape transformation, saying, "Those properties have been like that for yours. It would definitely make an impact on the environment."
"Yes, and that's another thing," LL proposes, "eventually down the line we hope to establish an environmental center."
Emerson adds, "We are already planning on everything `Green' and solar where we can foster it."
"Sounds like something which will benefit the town."
LL says, "As well as `you', Samuele."
"LL?" Emerson again warns, like it's not a done deal?
Whatever, in walks Jef, saying, "I've just gotten off the phone with Gio. He says they have a little more figuring, but everything looks like a go!"
It was great hearing the news, for all, especially Samuele, but LL had his eyes on Jef, "That's great Jef," he gets up out of his chair, "Welcome to the team," he was so proud, he couldn't help himself but give Jef a strong hug, "I'm really proud of your listening and quick-thinking action."
"Um, you think I might be giving Gio some competition?"
"I'll definitely keep it in mind when your review comes up!"
"Review?" Jef became all worried, "Like, when is that?"
"Emerson, I'm taking Jef out for some brunch. Open up a bank account for Samuele," looking up at the ceiling, "and buy some light bulbs!"
So loosely run was Camp Rufghup, that no one knew no one was there, except those up in the upper right corner pocket of the property.
Gabe and the college jock he befriended, Richard Smith, had slept in at the hospital, in the waiting room. Gabe had dozed first, but upon waking in the morning, Richard had keeled over, his ear `listening' to Gabe's cock-beat, one leg over the opposite arm of the sofa.
When Gabe woke, with a yawn, looked down, he joked to himself, "Would be nice!" Instead, he woke Richard up and toyed with the idea, "Ready for some breakfast, dear?"
"Dear? Isn't that like early 1950's, not that I was around?"
"You've got a smart mouth, but a really nice smart mouth!"
Richard says, "Aren't you going to kiss it, `dear'?"
They had come a long way in such a short time, having spent all day yesterday together, running, swimming, jumping, climbing, hugging even though sweaty, then hearing the bad news, rushed over to the hospital. Richard even gave Gabe his shirt, finding a hospital staff shirt to cover his chest.
No sooner had they awoken, the doctor came, saying AJ and Ron were ready to `go home.'
Leaving the hospital, AJ was silent, Ron telling all about the food, which was decent, but the focal point of his telling, was the hot nurses, which Ron, after shooting his mouth off about how hot their crotches were, "Oh, sorry if you're not gay, Richard."
"He's gay," Gabe says. He also tries to get his son to say something, "Are you all right, AJ?"
"I'm fine."
He detected something wrong, so didn't provoke. It might be better leaving things to a man to man, heart to heart talk.
Since Camp Rufghup seemed to have better living quarters, Bryce's farm was abandoned. None of the guys minded doubling up on cabins and as it turned out, only one cabin was light on the inhabitants, LL's living quarters. Matter of fact, he was alone. However, he wasn't alone right now, after helping Jef move his things in.
It was also the largest of the cabins, "This is only temporary, until my team joins us on Friday night."
"Our team," Jef corrects, stripping his shirt off.
"I know this sounds `gay', but you're quite beautiful."
Whereas Jef was mostly smooth, except a thin trail, when LL strips off his shirt, "You're not so ugly, yourself."
"Oh thanks," LL balls up his stinky shirt, hurling it at Jef!
Catching it, Jef gives it a whiff, "I like the smell of your sweat."
Joking, LL says, "Oh cool. You want to smell my pits?" he laughs his ass off.
"Have any of your team members ever gotten it on with you?" Jef asks, walking over to standing in front of him.
"Every last one of them!"
"Really?" Jef's eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Nothing more than an innocent kiss, you know, Christmas under the mistletoe, when the Lakers win, um..."
"You mean none of them have stood naked in front of you..."
LL could swear his hair particles were touching Jef, saying, "Let's just say, in regard to my team, I have ever felt so... like..." and he couldn't hold back, taking Jef in his arms and kissing.
Pushing his hands against LL's chest, Jef applies pressure, jacking the two apart, "Um, I don't think we should confuse merit with... sex?"
Like, LL hadn't thought of it himself, how Jef dived into his position, immersing himself in the affairs of the company, proving his worth, "You're right. I don't know what got into me," LL casually wipes his lips.
Cracking a little smile, Jef replies, "You're a hot man, LL, but I... oh, what the hell!"
This time it was Jef instigating the kissing, but way beyond, crocking his neck to taste LL's hairy nip.
When his knees start to buckle, it's LL catching by the side of his bod, "Oh no. Allow me!"
Jef wasn't sure about of this, his boss sinking to his knees, "I know this is wrong, but I find it compelling to have sex with you, LL."
Stopping for a moment, looking up, LL says, "Oh, is that what this is all about?"
"What?" Jef shows an inquisitive look on his face.
"I didn't know you were gay?!" LL laughs.
Jef just shakes his head, reaches down, "Give me your hand."
Of course, the only thing to come to mind, LL figures Jef wants a handjob!
Taking it, Jef pulls LL to his feet, "There's a proper and improper way of doing things."
Starting with a period of foreplay, Jef takes control, laying down on the bed. Hands on his belt, he starts to unbuckle.
At a loss for something to do, except bite his lip, LL bends over, "Oh no, allow me!"
Placing hands behind his head, Jef says, "Now, where did I hear that before?"
Giggling, LL knows he just used it. He could say it until it became worn out, an eternal objective. Of company matters, everyone looked up to the boss, but behind closed doors, he could assume the role, "Trust me, I can become quite the obedient sex-slave!"
"Interesting," Jef says, "like, how far can I make you go?"
It was all laughs, humor, LL not sure how far to take this, but feeling oh-so-horny, but rather than take the time, "Ask Gio sometime!"
He didn't give Jef much time for question and answer time, pulling his pants off, almost dragging Jef off the bed. Jef had to grab onto one of the wooden posts, holding up the bunk above, in order not to slide off the bed, "I hope this thing is put together sturdy!"
Not listening too much, LL salivated, watching Jef hold on, both hands clasping a single beam, bod stretched out, all the right muscles flexing. As he pulled off the outer garment, coupled with Jef stretching, it made the briefs sag way below his navel, making the thin treasure path longer.
Relaxed once more, Jef reaches down to his cramped up briefs.
"No..."
"I know," Jef withdraws his fingertips from the elastic of his briefs, "allow you!"
As he lifts the elastic over Jef's pent up stalk, LL says, "Have you thought about where you want me to start?"
`Weird request,' Jef, a little lost for words, "Cock?"
"And how would you like that?" LL says, tossing Jef's briefs to the side.
Suddenly there's an intrusion, "Don't give the bitch a choice!"
"What tha..." Jef says, looking upon an African-Italian-American dude he's never seen before, decked out in camo fatigues.
"Gio! What are the hell are you doing here?" LL is caught cock-redhanded!
Gio says, eyes gazing to the bed, "We finished up on our project, so we decided to come down and check out the boys!"
Jef, recognizing the name, even though not the face, sweeps his legs over the side of the bed, tearing his cock out of LL's hands, offering a handshake, "Hi. I'm Jef Laird."
Not wasting any time, Gio walks over to the bunk, and `crushes' Jef's hand in the fold of his arms going around the outside.
He didn't expect it, more thinking on a business level, "Wow!" he exclaims softly.
Standing, lower half of his bod pressed against Jef, Gio remarks, "Mm-mm, you're a hot one," proceeds to kiss Jef on the lips.
"Um, excuse me?" LL clears his throat, wanting to ask about the others.
Breaking off, Gio asks Jef, "Are you guys playing the sex-slave game?"
"Sex-slave game?" Jef inquires, his mind still electrified by Gio's kiss and physical hold on him.
Then, the parade starts, with Rick Santini entering, "Oh cool, are we playing the sex-slave game?"
They were like clones, Jef watching each man enter, dressed in wavy green clothing, carrying gear on their backs, or rolled up sleeping bags.
"Nice!" Rusel Decker says, the 26-year old, obviously very muscular, carrying a sleeping bag, plus a heavy carrier on one shoulder.
Travis Wakeman, the beefy bear of the group holds a camping stove, up on its side, on his shoulder, says excitedly, "Hey, I get first dibs on bottoming for Jef!"
Bastian, officially Sebastian Dash-Ducasse, seeing an opportunity, Jef's sixpack abs, walks right over to him, asking, "Hey, you into trading off gut-punches?"
Gio says, "Give the guy a chance, Bast. Beat it!"
"Fuck you!" Bastian says to Gio, asking for it.
Jef watches everything unfold, like a circus act.
"Anytime you want to get rid of Bast, do this," Gio says and seemingly without warning makes a fist, draws it back, hurling it into Bastian's ribcage.
"Ukghghghgh-oh-fuck!" Bastian responds, holding his stomach like he's going to hurl!
Walking right over, acting like nothing took place, Pavel Balicki asks, "Hey, you got any beer, LL?"
In the meantime, while LL is informing the driver of how this is a camp for rehabilitation and there's no alcohol, and while Gio is instructing the others, another one of the guys sees an in, "Hey Jef, I'm Keith-Kyle. I'm bisexual."
Jef laughs, which is nothing new, because the whole bunch of them seem like a comedy act, "Nice to meet you, bisexual-Keith-Kyle. So, how does a guy like you fit in with a bunch of faggots?"
Truthfully, Jef has never known any bisexual guys, didn't rightfully think they existed, or if the gays he's known were bisexual, they never said.
"If I'm in the mood I'll involve myself. When I'm not, a good book is what I keep handy."
Gio affectionately cuddles Keith-Kyle's shoulders, cradles them in his massive hands and placing a hand on his colleagues shoulders, "He always keeps a copy of `The Joy of Gay Sex' in his backpack!"
Wearing a red ballcap, "Hey, I'm Rusel. This geek trying to tell you he's bisexual, don't believe him."
"I am!" Keith-Kyle claims."
Putting an arm over Keith-Kyle's shoulders, nudging Gio out of the way, Rusel says, "Whateva... he gives a good blowjob, but Rick, he's the real connoisseur!"
"Heard my name mentioned," Rick steps into the arena, addressing the newcomer, "Hey, you want a blowjob, Jef?"
"Maybe," Jef thinks it's premature, but not surprised, "after I get to know you."
Slapping Rick with the back of his hand, Rusel blames, "Where's your manners, Rick?"
"Oh," Rick says, "I'm Rick," he holds out his hand.
In the meantime, Keith-Kyle has wandered away, Rusel saying, "Rick is amazing, can swallow two cocks at once, if you're ever up for it?"
"I'll keep that in mind," Jef looks through a portal, seeing Gio speaking with LL.
Apparently, Gio had reverted to talking business with LL.
Rusel got so horned up, making Rick feel the same, they went to check out the cabin showers.
The elder member of the bunch, Travis, 40-years old, drops by to introduce himself, "I'm Travis."
After again giving his name, which he figured was worn out by now, Jef asks, "What's your position?"
"On my knees, but I can also get into sinking my tongue deep into..."
"No, I meant you're position with the company?" Jef says.
"Oh," Travis stops to think, "that position! I'm an attorney. Not only for the company, but also personal attorney for LL."
He was very cute, rounded goatee, a little gray, which fit Travis' face and build, plus the overall demeanor, which Jef thought could be either serious or happy-go-lucky, he toys, "Now, what were you saying before?"
`Rats!' Travis thinks, LL giving the call to order. "We'll have to continue this conversation later," he wasn't giving up hope!
However, it was Gio taking on the duties of leading the quorum, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I need my paycheck. LL informs me that if we're not working for the next few days, we don't pull a check," Gio looks at LL, mumbles, "the bastard!"
Jef looks to LL for reaction.
"I don't get mad... I get even!" LL replies, making a motion with his hand, like turning the knife in Gio's back!
Gio replies, to that, "If I feel teeth, you won't have any left to chew your supper!"
Then they are interrupted by Rusel returning, Rick licking fingers and lips.
"Pig!" Pavel calls it.
Travis asks, "Need help cleaning up, Rick?"
"Nice of you to make it," Gio tells them, seeing the duo entering the room from sources unknown.
"His fault," Rusel says, pointing the finger at Rick.
"Oh?" Gio says, looking at Rick.
LL finally involves himself, "Maybe you should give us an account of your tardiness, Rick?"
"Well," Rick, who walked back into the main part of the cabin, camo shirt over his shoulder, instead of clad to his bare upper bod, says, "It all started when we were talking to Jef, Rusel and me..."
"Rusel and `I'?" Travis corrects.
"Oh damn, I wish you were there," Rick says, which sends the room into raw laughter!
Jef really doesn't know what he got himself into, walking into a position with LL's company, inheriting this crowd of hooligans. What started out as business, quickly changed into something of a sex-crazed fairytale, Rick describing a play by play account of him and Rusel going to the showers, under the pretense of checking out the interior design. It didn't take long before Rusel dropped his pants, Rick fishing out his stiff 9c. It got hot quick, Rick stripping off his shirt, Rusel just undoing the buttons of his own, pulling it from his camo trousers.
"Nice," Travis says when Rick tells of almost choking on the volume extracted from Rusel's shaft, catching the overflow in his hands, "sorry I missed it!"
Shy at first, Jef thought it okay to open up, share, "Maybe next time, Travis!"
It was like an initiation, Jef feeling welcomed into the group, taking his remark as if the funniest joke they've ever heard.
Best yet, is when LL comes over and says to Gio, but addresses Jef, "Put Jef on salary, starting today."
A difference of opinion, Jef says, "I thought I started yesterday?"
Smiling, LL says, "Take care of him Gio. I need to speak to Travis." He walks away.
"Nice going," Gio says, smiling at Jef.
"I'm a person who speaks their mind."
Gio replies, "I like that in a man."
"So," Jef stutters, "when do I get to see you without a shirt?"
"If you're up for it tomorrow morning, we can run through the woods in our skimpy shorts? I do 5 miles every morning."
"Only 5?" Jef replies.
Eyeing Jef down and up, "I challenge you to keep up."
"Up? Like, how would you mean that Gio?"
Half-Italian, his suave side was kicking in, "That remains to be determined!"
LL calling Gio over, Jef saw how business could work along with pleasure, the group gathering for a powwow.
Having met everyone, Jef's eyes seemed to gravitate towards the senior member of the group, which he thought it kind of weird to single out the oldest guy over all. Even though others painted the portrait of him being very muscular, of Travis' beefy, stocky build, he couldn't help but keep stealing glances. It humored him to think what Travis would think about a 22-year old guy stalking him!
Then, thinking about the real purpose of the office staff being here, Jef shakes his head, like bugs in his head, thoughts of boys and sex clouding his thoughts, fleeing.
Ready to step out the door to take a guided tour, LL cautions, "Uh, Jef, I think maybe you should put on some appropriate clothing?"
Jef put on the brakes, a foot swinging out the door, hands caught on the molding, "Right!"
Of course, the others didn't approve of LL's directive, Rick saying, "We `could' bring ourselves down to his level?"
"Get your hand off your buckle, Rick!"
Jef would find out sooner than later, how the guys have unofficially paired off, Rusel/Rick, Gio/Bastian, Keith-Kyle/Pavel, with Travis as a stand in, when Keith-Kyle didn't feel like boy-sex.
Things could change, LL confided with Travis, softly saying in his ear, "I think Jef has the hots for you!"
"Now what would he want with a 40-year old, old man?" Travis replies. "Besides, according to Gio, it looks like he caught you and Jef, with his pants down. Like, what would have happened if we couldn't leave work early?"
LL smiles, says, "Um, a boyfriend who cheated on me?"
"Hm," Travis had his doubts, "we'll see about that!"
Though, when Jef finally shows up at the door, Travis had to admit he looked mighty-fine without so many clothes on!
Another thing, the boss could be right, Travis following LL, Jef gravitating towards them both.
"What did you say your function in the business was, Travis?"
LL, beginning their walk, looks back, right into Travis' face and smiles.
"Um, attorney. I'm like, the first person a client sees, before entering into a partnership with the business. I help get all the legal stuff out of the way," Travis responds.
He couldn't recall, falling back, or Jef's quickened footsteps catching up, making them walk side by side.
"Sounds like an important job. You have a lot of responsibility," Jef says.
Having heard `enough', LL says, "Jef, you know the camp pretty much so?"
"I know my way around without getting lost," Jef replies.
"Our group is kind of big. Why don't you take Travis and head out in that direction," LL throws his right arm to the side.
"Sure, if you think so," Jef says.
Keith-Kyle says, "Hey, we can go with them."
Not according to LL, "No, Keith-Kyle, you're going with us."
It then became crystal clear to the whole bunch, LL's intentions.
Pavel throws an arm over his bud's shoulder, "C'mon Kee-Kyle. We know when we're not wanted!"
As the pair walks off, up the same path LL had put them on, Keith-Kyle rants, "Who's going to suck you off when I'm not interested?"
"Son," Pavel addresses, 2 years older, "I'll just have to make you gay all the time and not just part time!"
"Like, how's that going to work?"
Meanwhile, Jef and Travis have left the group, heading off towards the lake. It would take a good half hour at least, for LL to circle the camp and serpentine down through the warrior course, before turning out onto the path to the lake.
After about 8 minutes, Jef, though he endured the pebble he placed in his boot, long enough, "I gotta stop."
"What's wrong?" Travis asks, watching Jef sit on a boulder.
"I think I've got a stone in my boot," he begins unlacing a few strands.
Sitting on a rounded boulder, it was kind of awkward reaching down, which made Travis smile, "Here, allow me."
`Allow me, huh?' Jef smiles, thinking he knows where Travis got that from!
Holding the boot upside down, Travis reports, "Yep. Stone plummeted right out."
While Travis held the boot up, played with it, feeling a hand inside to make sure, little did he notice Jef, working a few buttons of his shirt loose!
Turning around, he had to lick his lips, seeing Jef in a relaxed pose, one knee up, shirt slightly tousled, enough so, from the side a person could see a perky nip, "Here's your boot."
Hands behind head, looking up, Jef replies, "Ah, it's so beautiful out here," he peers to the sky.
"Sure is," Travis couldn't deny, looking at the lizard sunning on the rock!
Then suddenly sitting up, more was visible, Jef saying as he scooted down, "But we better get moving or we'll never get there," though Jef didn't really have a target.
"Here," Travis says, down on one knee, "slip your foot in. I'll take care of the rest."
In doing so, Travis didn't exactly pay strict attention to what he was doing, taking several glances upwards.
Each time, Jef purposefully looked towards the sky, or forest, anywhere except down at Travis!
"There! All set!" Travis pops up. Truly, he didn't mean it, the back of his hand grazing Jef's crotch, "Oops! Sorry. I didn't mean that. Really I didn't!"
Whether he did or didn't, Jef wasn't sorry for reaching out, forming a hand around Travis' crotch, "Hm, putting my boot on makes you hard?" he drops his hand.
"You don't have to stop you know?" Travis says.
"Wouldn't want you to cream in your pants, Travis!" he laughs.
Since being freely touched, Travis is inclined to do the same, "I'd sure like to catch your cream!"
"Careful," Jef warns, his hand on Travis' hand, "us dudes in our 20's produce twice as much cream. Wouldn't want to make you choke!"
"Yeah, but older guys are more experienced at swallowing faster then you yunghuns!"
Bouncing his butt off the side of the boulder, Jef pounces against Travis' stomach, "Oh, sorry."
"I bet you are," Travis feels free to slide his hands in against Jef's ribs, "bet your sorry about these buttons popping open too?"
"Oh-h, your hands feel so nice!" Jef's head drops back.
Instead around the back, Travis sinks south, then around the back, "Bet your ass is as hot as your balls?"
"I suppose we can kill a little time," Jef says, his hands going to the buttons on Travis' shirt.
Travis finishes the detail of Jef's shirt, pushing is back over his shoulders.
From there, Jef strips his own shirt, Travis working feverishly to catch up!
Hands working on his pants, Jef is interrupted, "No, allow me!"
Rolling his eyes, at the same catch-phrase, he wonders just how far down the company LL's words of courteousness has traveled!
"Wait!" Jef says.
About to sink to his knees, Travis asks, "What's up?"
"You," Jef replies. "You didn't give me a chance to feel all this," he paws Travis' meaty pecs.
With primarily being Pavel's fluffer, Travis has been used to being manhandled. When Keith-Kyle joins in, sometimes hands feel up his bod, but usually Pavel commands all the attention, which is why he shares, "I'm not used to all this... `hands-on' action?"
Hands then slip over Jef's shoulders, over his back, Jef wanting to taste a perky nip, saying before chomping, "Maybe you're long overdue."
A long, long sigh escapes Travis' lips, dropping his head backwards, "Ah-h-h-h-h-oh-h-h-h-f-f-f-fuck-yeah!"
Jef cups his lips, then teeths, licks, makes love to each of Travis' nips.
His hand pays attention to his hard shaft, still pent up in his pants, "Oh man am I hard!"
"I wonder why?" Jef replies, picking up his shirt and putting it on.
"Wait! You're not going to leave me like this?" Travis says, watching Jef walk away.
Laughing, Jef says, "I'll take care of it later," he buckles up, shifting his own pants around to accommodate!
"Fine," Travis says like he's annoyed, but not really, because there is' going to be a later!'
LL thought he knew the landscape, but had ventured a little too far east and following the northern trail he wound up at the cottage Ed Farley had given up at the beginning of the camp season.
By far, it was the largest and nicest looking of the cabins, which stirred Gio's interest, "How come we're staying in that little, rinky-dink cabin, when we could be staying in this Swiss chalet?"
It wasn't a chalet, though a nice size `cabin'.
Noticing the boarded up look, Rusel says, "Dah, it's probably a rat's nest inside."
Not sure himself what it was used for, if it was habitable, LL says, "Fellas, we have 30 minutes to meet up with Jef and Travis?"
Then they hear something, Gio picking up on it and attuned to the sound of a male groan, "Sh, I think I heard something," he starts walking towards the porch.
Knowing Ed Farley warned everyone to stay clear, thinking it might be in a condition of being condemned, but now signs of human life, it made LL curious as well.
Knocking on the door, Gio says, "Hey, anyone in there?"
Heeding Ed's warning, LL tells him, "C'mon Gio. You made a mistake."
"No he didn't... I mean," Rick shuts up, realizing, even though they are not in a business setting, `the boss is always right,' even if he is wrong!
Knowing he couldn't get around this, LL says, "Okay, we heard something, but the camp director has insisted this place is out of limits. So, let's just leave peacefully, guys?"
Stepping down the wooden stairway, suddenly the door opens to Gio's back, "Who are you?" a dude steps out, closing the door behind him.
Not used to being sassed, Gio turns back around, hikes up the steps, "Curious. Who the fuck are you?"
Casper Black, involved in helping his friend make a video, stood there, barechested, sweaty, cracking a smile, "You ever done any acting?"
"You mean like pretending my cock is up your ass?" Gio replies.
LL tries his influence, "Gio, we've got to go. Now!"
"Catch up with you later, boss," Gio replies, not breaking his gaze upon Casper.
And like, it has been already seen, true to pair offs, LL leaves, Bastian saying he'll keep an eye on Gio.
While standing there, Gio sees a shiny, bright object hanging out of Casper's pocket, "You use these on you, or another guy?" asks, pulling the hanging end of a nipclamp, extracting the whole nip torturing gadget.
Bastian just got the willies looking at the chain in Gio's hand, "I'd like to try them on?"
"You would, would you?" they can see Casper thinking, rubbing a hand over his blond, scruffy shadow.
Gio allowed Casper to ramble on, swearing them to secrecy about what goes on inside the cabin.
He loved hearing Bastian say, "I'll agree to anything!"
Equally, he liked Gio's response, "Got any other gadgets to torture this bastard?"
It was the key to the door opening, Casper telling him, "Why don't you come in and go shopping?"
Walking in, he saw many of the apparatus' used for securing a man filled up, "Awesome!"
Orrin, former camp counselor was pitched over a sawhorse, arms and legs tied to each of the for legs. Behind him a power-dildo was stuck in his ass, which after introducing Gio, not Bastian, to Roahn, his cameraman, says about Orrin, "It's on a timer. Kicks in every fifteen minutes. As I figure it, he's a top, so to have a dildo inflicted, really ticks him off. Did in the beginning, but that was 2 days ago. Prostrate is really getting a workout."
Gio looks under the sawhorse, "Saving the rich, creamy goo I see?"
Of which Casper sees this a fitting moment, addressing Bastian, "Thirsty?"
Bastian looks to Gio, who walks off, "I think I'll check out what's up with these other hunks."
It wouldn't be the first time, nor the second, Gio has turned him over to another guy to play with. Every time it was the same, Gio checking out a guy, to see if it could be a trustworthy situation, then going off to have some fun for himself.
First order of business, Casper says, "Strip!"
Knowing the protocol, Bastian replies, "Yes, sir."
"You can forget the formality crap. All I want to do is use you for my pleasure. Could be good for you, depending on what you're into?"
"Lots of stuff; cock and ball torture, nip torture, whipping, love gut punching..."
"Nice. How about pain threshold?"
"No limits, doing stuff I'm used to," Bastian is down to his briefs.
Holding each garment, Casper says, "What about trying new things?"
"Sure, that is if I like it and not not like it?"
"We'll start with a safe word, which will be, Mercy, Sir."
"I'll try not to use it," Bastian replies, a little nervous, but more so excited.
"I can see you want this," Casper says, watching Bastian's big junk unraveled from his briefs.
"I think I do... I mean, I know I do."
All caught up in himself, when Casper takes his clothing to put away, he sees Gio, stripped shirt, "How's it going Gio?"
"Just mind your business and remember, I'm still around?"
"Thanks," Bastian replies. It's not that their relationship has been all give and get, with the bdsm stuff, finding themselves in the throes of sweet man to man sex.
"Let's see... what first?" Casper stands, one arm across his middle, the other pocketed in the crook of his elbow, tapping a finger to his lips, "Why don't I work on breaking down those abs?"
"Cool."
It wasn't as Bastian expected, yet was very cool, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, something he's had done before, before being stretched out eagle-spread. Next surprise, Casper gathered up his sacs and fit a leather cuff around them, allowing the chain of the parachute hang down. Walking over to a rack, he returns with two weights.
1 pound in one hand, 2 pound in the other, "Let's see, light or heavy?"
He seemed to read Bastian's response, which was neither, bending down and placing the 1-pound weight onto the hook of the ball parachute.
"Unn-n-n-nh-oh-h-h-h-h!" Bastian tilts his head back and squints his eyes.
Tossing the 2-pounder up in the air and catching it, Casper walks it back to the rack, "Maybe later."
Coming back, he has some blunt-mouthed nipclamps in hand, "What else can we do to make this more exciting?"
Bastian has had nipclamps applied, but not in the way Casper was doing it, lightly putting one on his right nip, winding it around his neck. He thought for sure it was going to rip off when he pulled it down to place on his left nip and.... it did! "Ohh-h-h-h-shit!" He looked down at his chest, his right nip all pinkish!
"Tighter. That's the key."
Since this wasn't any kind of formal encounter, Bastian asks, "How about the chain hanging between my pecs and weighted?"
Casper wasn't used to casual conversation while torturing a guy, but enjoyed this one instance to explain, "We don't want the chain getting in the way of my fist or flogger?" However, he gave in, applying a moderate weight, allowing the clinging hardware make Bastian's nips to droop. For now he let Bastian think he was in control, but later on he could resort to something more menacing.
`Fist' sounded hot enough, but a flogger used on his chest, "I have a feeling this is going to be very hot... for both of us!"
While they play, Gio was observing and wondering, "These guys all volunteers?"
Roahn, who didn't stay behind the camera all the time, "This one, Declan, he's a camp counselor... well, `was.' I don't know the whole story, but he got too rough on a kid last summer and the kid wound up in the hospital. I think the kid's old man is paying big bucks to have Declan go through hell."
"Revenge?" Gio says, though right now he wasn't so sure he liked the idea of it, pressing for details, "He's not here of his own free will?"
Gio knows the deal, how it can be with Bastian, wanting a lookalike to a real interrogation scene. If what Roahn was telling him, was true, then something was terribly wrong here.
"I suppose it's what you call revenge, especially since Casper was hired to make sure they suffered."
"And you don't think there's anything wrong with that?"
"I started out making a film for my college course, though I'm not sure what I think now. I don't think I'm going to use hardly any of the footage," Roahn replies.
Gio thought the Indian cute, though was sure something amiss here, so didn't allow his hotness to distract him.
Though, it already had. Playing it cool, Casper had stuffed a ball gag in Bastian's mouth. He couldn't use his safe word if he had to. Pure sadist, Casper never had the intentions of allowing Bastian down out of his bondage, until he had his fun, turning his abs to mush, stretching his balls a foot, maiming his nips till they were raw and to top it off, making his back look like a subway map.
As for Gio, Casper heard Roahn chatting, shooting his mouth off, offering more than was necessary, which is why he approached the other side of the room, holding the implement he was using to sock Bastian in the stomach, a rubbery item resembling a butt plug.
"Don't believe everything you hear!"
"What tha..." Gio turns around, but not quick enough, feeling the back of his head.
"What do you think you're doing, Casper?" Roahn protests.
Still down on his knees, Gio was semi-conscious, but not quick-witted enough to comprehend what was happening to him.
With no time to fasten leather cuffs around Gio's wrists, Casper used metal ones, fastening hands at his lower back.
"What the hell, Casper?"
"If you're not gonna help, fuckin' get outta my way, Roahn."
Fearing for his own being, Roahn stepped to the side, asking, "What are you going to do?"
"Have some more fun!" Casper laughs.
Tall and muscular, it didn't take much for Casper to haul Gio over to a post in the middle of the floor. Pulling Gio's arms over it, he fastened the cuffs to a ring at lower end, which fit Gio perfectly, standing with his back to it. A little disoriented, a glass of water thrown in his face helped to revive him.
"Good," Casper flexes his hands, cracking a few knuckles. "Now, let's see what we've got to work with," he takes the front of Gio's shirt and tears it open, right down to his belt, but pulls it out, snapping the last two buttons off.
"You better let me go if you know what's good for you."
It cost Gio the back of Casper's hand across the face, the master warning, "You'll learn to obey, boy!"
"Fuck you!"
"Y'know, this little implement is `supposed' to be used for working over a man's gut?"
Gio didn't say anything, wondering where this was going, or rather the wedge which resembled shoving up a man's ass.
"Which I'll use later on you, but I think I will try it on your friend!"
Gio tried protesting, but nothing he could say would change Casper's mind. Then, looking up, there was Roahn, like part of the wall, "Roahn, you've got to go find my friends."
"Casper'll kill me, if he finds out!"
"What's the difference?" Gio presents, "If he harms my friend, I'll kill you myself!"
Slowly, over time, Roahn didn't like what was happening and although he is already involved, maybe helping to right the situation would make it easier on himself, "I'll try."
Trying to look over his shoulder, Gio could barely make out Bastian's bod, hanging there eagle-spread. He dreaded hearing the cries, because he knew the implement used to work over a gut, was as big as an XL buttplug. He knew for a fact Bastian was tight' down there. He'd be ripped to shreds. Suddenly he heard the sound of the lash, flogger, strap or something else, he didn't know. He also could not determine which could be more severe a punishment, being whipped or having his ass widened'. One thing was sure, if help hadn't arrived soon, he knew Casper would get to that too!
Down by the lake, Jef and Travis weren't talking about sex, but rather sat on the shore, firing question and answers back and forth, regarding how it is working for LL.
"He can be very demanding at times, but none of us get any backlash if something goes awry. If it comes to something gone wrong, Gio gets hit with it. Then Gio filters out what needs to be said to us. Really, he, Gio keeps things together, because we all know what LL says to him, all of it doesn't filter down to us."
"So, what you're saying, even though Gio has attitude, there's a small part of him which is..." Jef searches for the word, "masochistic?"
Travis stay silent.
"What? Is there something I'm not supposed to know?"
"Yeah," Travis replies, then returns to silence.
"Okay. Don't tell me," Jef says, acting like he's flustered, "I don't want you to get into any trouble, even though I'm completely trustworthy and can mind my own business. But if anyone shares something with me, trust me, I can..."
"Oh shut up!" Travis says, smiling.
"What?"
Turning back to facing the lake, filtering sand through his hands, Travis tells him, "It's how come LL and Gio are more than friends. Not in the sense bedfellows, but very, very good friends. Happened a few years ago, when Gio was a security guard. He thought something amiss, when lights were left on at one of the buildings. Investigating, he happened upon a setup, I forget, five or six men holding LL hostage. His perpetrators weren't getting anywhere, working LL over, but when Gio showed up, it gave them new hope."
"LL knew him then?"
"No, but LL is like this super, awesome, kindest guy you ever want to know and it wouldn't matter if he knew Gio or not, he would never want any harm to come to him."
"So, LL gave in before they did anything?"
"Not quite. To make an impression on LL, they took turns working Gio over, before bringing him in to face LL. What LL recalled to the police, it took three guys to make him stand up. And, to impress upon LL to make the `right' choice, they beat him some more."
"I'm sure LL made the call."
"That he did. The money was delivered to the airport. Fortunately, I knew something was terribly wrong, so alerted the authorities. It wasn't until the next day, workers found Gio and LL."
"Not that it matters, were they caught?"
"Of course," Travis adds a lighter note, "you think I don't know how to snag a kidnapping?"
"Gio seems okay now, but what about then, and LL?" Jef asks, with concern.
"LL got by with a few sore ribs, but Gio was pretty bad. What LL didn't know, they had taken Gio to a loading dock, stripped him down, hung him up by his arms and worked him over, leaving him in a terrible condition. When the authorities were forming charges, they added a `hate crime' to it."
"Wow, that's some story. I feel so bad for Gio, but a person would never know, looking at him now?"
"No," Travis says, "and to this day both he and LL are like blood brothers."
"Some story."
"All true."
Then, from the shore behind them, they hear an out of breath voice, "Hey, are you Gio's friends?"
"We are," Travis stand.
"He's in big trouble. You've got to come!"
After a story like that, Jef was ahead of Travis, keeping up with Roahn, trying to dig for answers to questions swimming in his mind.
As for LL, Rick had tripped over a branch, so they were waiting for him to catch his breath.
"Quiet, I think I hear something," LL says, listening acutely.
"Sounds like Jef's voice," Keith-Kyle replies.
"Ke-Kyle is right," Pavel's ears perk up, "it's coming from over there."
Naturally, they all run towards the sound of Jef's voice, on the trail they just left.
"Rusel, grab Rick and make sure he's okay."
"Aye, aye, captain!"
Caught between Jef and Travis, Travis stopped to catch his breath and tell the others what had transpired. Other than Gio in trouble, they hadn't a clue, but was enough to go on, the bunch hightailing it up the trail.
Bastian, he was done for, passed out from the heavy whipping across his back. However, call it lucky, Casper was toying with Gio, "Never got to use this on your boy, which is nice and clean. A little lube and it should go right into your ass, unless it's nice and tight. No fear. I'll shove it hard until I can get it in. Lube or no lube? None? Cool!" Casper kept up the one-man monologue.
"You're sick!"
One last thing he could do for himself, feet not tied, Gio kicks his foot up.
Too fast, Casper says, "Oh, now that's not very nice. You know what pain that could have caused me?"
"Too bad I fuckin' missed!"
Setting the implement he had in his hand on the table, he went to the cupboard, returning with a rubber mallet, saying, "Ever get hit in the nuts with one of these?"
Casper twirls the rubber sledge around in circles, right in Gio's face!
"Why don't you use it on yourself first?"
It made Casper giggle, "Such horrid thoughts," he bends down, "but first," ties Gio's left ankle to a ring in the floor, specifically embedded for stretching a man's legs out wide.
Right after tying the second one, Casper says, "Oh darned it all! Forgot to take your pants off!"
Gio knew this game. Idle threats, then producing the weapon of choice, allowing it to sit in front of the victim, procrastinating... He only hoped buying time for his torturer, also meant giving more time to his rescuers!
"Up here, but be careful," Roahn cautions.
Not careful at all, but with tremendous force, even though Pavel was slim muscle man, he stormed up the stairs and kicked the door as if he were a kickboxer.
"Idiot!" Rusel says, passing by Pavel, lying on his back.
"I think I broke my foot!"
"You deserve it. Next time use the doorknob, James Bond!"
Rusel turns it, it opening easily.
"Watch out Rus!" Gio calls.
He ducked, having missed the rubber mallet thrown at him. When he did, Pavel, coming right behind him, was struck in the right pec, "Oh shit!"
Rusel was on Casper, faster then a bear to honey.
While Rusel did battle, LL untied Gio, "This time I do what I wanted to do the last time."
"Well, I'm in a little better shape than last time, but tell you, if it wasn't for Rusel busting in, I might've been missing two nuts from the tree!"
"We got our man," Rusel says, having found and slipped over Casper's wrists, cuffing him behind the back. "Now say your sorry," he holds Casper in front of Gio.
"Fuck him. Fuck all of yas!"
Gio says to Rusel, "Did he say fuck him?"
"That's what I thought he said!" Rusel agrees.
Just as he set Gio up for horrific torture, the two muscle him over to one of those sawhorses, rendering a man motionless, his ass highly accessible.
Gio tells Rusel, "Be back in five. If I'm not, start without me!"
Pulling Casper's pants down, which took a lot of tugging on his balls, because of being bound, Rusel says, "You're making me work up a sweat, but not as much as I'm going to be ticklin' your ass with my 11-inch fat cock!"
"I got rights!" Casper complains to Rusel.
"Not in this country!"
He wasn't 11 inches, but was enough to throw the fear into any man. "Well, Gio's not back, so I guess that's a go for me."
Before doing anything, Rusel presses a finger into Casper's ass, which causes small sounds off his lips.
Rusel toys, "Oh man, you're so tight. Good, because I love a tight fit!"
Rather than dirty up his cock on this scumbag, even though he really didn't have intentions of raping his ass, he spots this black-looking thing, which to him looked like a buttplug, Rusel thinking it so, picks it up.
"Just to let you know, when I give some guy the gift of my big, fat cock, the pleasure he gets is immense... hope you enjoy!"
It drew the attention of everyone, Rusel shoving it full force into Casper's ass.
"I thought you were going to fuck him?" Gio asks.
"Nah. Didn't want to dirty myself up, so used a buttplug. It was sitting right there on the table," Rusel replies.
Gio tells him what it is and what it's used for, that probably it is wider than a buttplug, "For once I'm glad you're an idiot!"
Rusel replies, "I love you too. How's Bastian?"
"He must've eaten something allergic. His back is all broken out!"
While LL and Keith-Kyle, even Roahn, help take Bastian outside, Gio and Rusel check the other captives to make sure there's a `pulse'.
He knew who Declan was and what he did, because Roahn had said so. As for the other counselor, left on the auto-pilot of the fucking machine, Gio hadn't a clue to as why he was incarcerated in the dungeon chalet.
A total mystery was a younger dude, whom Rusel is quick to say, "He looks younger than me, I'd say 19 or 20?"
Beautiful ginger hair covering his pecs, and stomach, Gio rubs a hand over, "Shame what they did to his nips."
"Balls look bruised to. Looks like he took a lot before he passed out," Rusel agrees with Gio's lament.
Removing the ropes which kept him eagle-spread bound to the table, Gio says, "Someone here has to know who he is."
They didn't move him though, waiting for the paramedics to arrive.
By this time word had gotten around and not only LL's clan had assembled at the `dungeon chalet'.
"Hey," Chad Perry says, "what's Jerry doing here?" watching the paramedics taking him out on a stretcher.
"You know him?" Gio asks.
"We all do," Chad replies, "he was one of us."
"Was? What happened to him that he wasn't... isn't?" Rusel asks, doing a little detective work.
Joseph shows, saying, "Punched me out one day, almost killed me, leaving me nearly unconscious, but I thought Ed threw him out of camp?"
Chad says, "We saw him get on the bus."
Right now, there weren't any conclusive answers, only speculation of what could have happened to Jerry Wilson.
All three, Declan, Orrin and Jerry were in bad shape, having been put through days of being fucked at both ends, beaten, whipped, cock and ball tortured and their nips squeezed and stretched.
Regarding Bastian, he came around while attached to the stretcher, willfully saying, "I'm so glad to see you, I could kiss you!"
LL bent over and gave Bastian a kiss.
"My turn!" Gio puckers up, rubbing hands together, but his plans were thwarted, Bastian taken away!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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