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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 09 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Your friend, he's been gone a long time."
Again Salv concocted a story, "Yeah well this morning Patrick was complaining of being constipated."
"You know what I think?"
"Um... no.. what?"
Thinking it strange, right in the middle of their conversation, Salv watches as Dom reaches under the counter and as swiftly, returns.
"I think you're lying to me, boy!"
"Wh-what's that for?" Salv asks, a look of fright on his face as well as his bod feeling it, with the rifle pointed at his chest. Immediately his hands go up in the air as if a cop has ordered it.
"Get up," he orders.
"Wait. We can talk this over."
"Get moving," he demonstrates his power, poking Salv in the back with the barrel of the rifle.
Never as scared as this in his whole life, he's not only concerned about himself, but Patrick as well.
Passing through the kitchen, to the back of the place, they stand before the same basement door Patrick and he stood at earlier.
"Open it," Dom demands of Salv.
He opens it and the barrel of Dom's gun sets his course on the stairs going down into the basement.
"What the fuck you think you're doing?"
With Salv in front of him, Dom questions Patrick's motives, an arm around Hector's waist, helping him to walk.
Gasping, Patrick asks, "Salv?"
Standing there, hands still in the air, Salv returns, "Seems like you were right, Patrick." Then after a glance around, "What is this?"
Patrick has it all in perspective, saying, "Dom's own private prison and torture chamber, is what it is!"
"You have it all figured out and now I'll have to ask you to put the cuffs back on Hector and put him back the way you found him."
Patrick didn't move.
"That is unless you want me to put a hole in your friends back?"
Salv and Patrick exchanged glances, Salv's eyes pleading. With the ensuing dilemma, Patrick thought the best thing to do was comply. "Sorry, Hector," he softly said, not sure if Hector could hear him in the weaken state he was in. Doing what was ordered, Patrick put the leather cuffs on Hector's wrists.
Unknown to any of the three, Dom had started to get off on this, his cock starting to stiffen. "Now place the connector between the cuffs and replace the hook on the chain in between."
He hated like hell doing this, thinking of himself as an accomplice to Hector's misery, but Patrick did what he was told. With Hector on his knees, Patrick pulled up on the cuffs, stretching Hector's arms above his head and over the hook.
Hector winced with pain.
"And now Patrick, if you will, strip for us?"
"What?"
"And just to let you know I still have the barrel of my rifle pointed at your friend's back?"
He didn't have much choice. Slowly he reached for the buttons on his shirt and began undoing them.
"Go on," Dom said after his shirt was parted down the middle. "Take it off."
Patrick slowly peeled it behind his shoulders, letting the collar fall to the his back, it catching on his wrists.
"Nice," Dom replied to seeing the almost smooth bod, except for the slightly darker blond treasure trail extending from Patrick's navel to his belt.
Salv is brave to ask, "Why don't you let Patrick go and take me?"
Dom lets out a rip of laughter, "You know boy, you're almost as stupid as you look!"
He felt stupid now, thinking Dom would fall for it, but at this point anything was worth a try.
"Oh now, isn't this nice?" Dom said of Patrick's briefs, nicely filled out after he removes his pants. "Keep going... keep going... let's see what ya got to play with boy!"
Patrick was scared shit. He wondered if Dom was going to treat his balls in the way he did up Hector's, a leather lace running around both ball sacs and pulled tight around both his gathered orbs and lengthy cock.
As nervous as he was with the rifle's end digging into his back, Salv licked his lips in anticipation. Last night he saw Patrick shirtless, but now he watched attentively as Patrick put his thumbs in the elastic of his A&F briefs and started pushing them down. He stalled, "Who's that other guy you got in the cell over there?"
"Don't you worry about nobody but yourself boy. When I'm finished playing with you, you and he can strike up a conversation!" Dom laughed his ass off.
Thinking of himself as their last hope, Salv decided he has to do something'. He was pretty convincing he thought at the onset of their play acting upstairs when they reentered to the café. He didn't move his head, but tried looking around, seeing all kinds of paraphernalia. He saw his in', "Nice ball-stretcher you have there, Dom. Think maybe I could try it out on Patrick?"
It threw Dom for a loop. Here he was holding his gun at someone he thought would be repulsed by what he saw and thought. "What would you know of using a ball-stretcher?"
Even though Salv has experienced `watching' it being used, he didn't favor using it himself, but to fool Dom he lied, "Had two of them once. Put one on a guy Patrick's age and the other on a twenty-something year old guy. Attached them at the middle and then weighted them down." And then glancing over his shoulder, "You ever try it Dom? Pretty hot y'know?"
Dom thought on it a minute. "I think it could be kind of hot."
Salv felt the barrel of the gun loosen from his shirt. "I thought you might like it. If you got another I could help you fasten them around Patrick's and Hector's balls?"
"I think I've got a better idea!"
It was the worst pain Salv has ever felt, when the barrel of the gun was lifted up, from behind, right between the legs. In a flash he was crying out in pain, bent over, his knees to the cement floor. Then, kicked in the butt his chest landed on the floor, Dom's foot on his back holding all of Dom's two hundred and twenty-five pounds.
"Think you're smart, huh boy?" Dom questions Salv, the gun now pointed down. "You!" he addresses Patrick, now totally naked, "Slip them handcuffs around Salv's wrists."
Patrick picked up a pair of metal handcuffs lying on a table.
"Yeah that's it and pull them overhead. Before you put the right one on, pass the cuffs around the leg of the bench."
Doing everything to the tee, he took his sweet time, stalling for what he knew not.
"Now, before we get started here, pick up those leather cuffs and put them on your own wrists boy."
For now, Salv was in the clear, his bod lying faced down. With his wrists attached, anchored by a heavy wooden bench there wasn't much he could do except turn over on his side. "You'll never get away with this, Dom."
"Why not? Have been for ten years now!" he laughed.
Slowly Patrick fixed one cuff, then the other, latching the buckle of the second one, firming it around his wrist.
"Now let's see..." He then had Patrick, like Hector, place a connector between both cuffs. "Here we go," Dom pulled a chain down from the ceiling. "You just go and place that connector over this here hook."
With the rifle relaxed, Patrick thought it a good chance to make a move. He went to do something, a karate chop of sorts, but with both wrists connected, it backfired and he wound up with Dom's hand around his balls. "Noooooooooooo..... Akkkkkkkkkkkk!" he screamed out in pain.
"You're gonna have more than this to scream about boy!"
"Get your fuckin' hands offa him!" Salv yelled.
Dom laughed, saying, "You mind your own business, boy. You'll be getting' yours!" He let go of Patrick's orbs, hoisted his arms up, heading straight for the ceiling, his blond pits stretched out. "Mmmmm, don't these look yummy!" Dom said of the little fuzz around his dime-sized nips.
If in a different scenario, Patrick might have thought it erotic to have his nip licked over by a tongue. In response to Dom doing it he told, "Ewe! You're disgusting!"
Dom didn't like it at all. "You think so. Try this!"
Patrick never felt such pain, even when Dom clenched his teen balls. Now with both of Dom's fingers and thumbs working over his nips he screamed loud and boisterously.
Salv, on the defense had freedom to move his legs, so shimmied his bod around so he could do some damage, kicked at the back of Dom's legs, causing him a temporary collapse. "You think you're smart, do you boy? I'll fix you!" Picking up his rifle he holds the butt of it directly over Salv's balls.
"Hold it right there, Dom!"
"What tha?" Dom said, looking towards the stairs.
"It's over. Put the rifle down," one police officer said as another circled around behind him.
"You alright," the cop asks Patrick, noticeably scanning him from top to waist.
"I'm fine. Check out Hector and the other guy," Patrick nods. His attention was drawn in two directions. Still hanging there by his arms, his jewels blowing in the suddenly rushing air, he watched as one police officer took charge of Dom, the other calling in for an ambulance and back up.
"I'll have you down in a minute," the cop said.
He seemed to feel eyes on him even though he couldn't see to the left or behind him. Secretly he knew the cop was still checking him out. A momentary diversion, he thought what Jason had said about gaydar. Had he the gift?
Soon the basement was jumping. He heard the cop who cuffed Dom say, "Get this piece of shit outta here." Then he was standing there, looking down at Salv. He squatted, asking, "You okay?"
Salv replies, "I will be when these cuffs are off and my balls are soaked in some soothing warm water for an hour or two."
"Hmm," the cop said, a small smile breaking out on his lips.
"Sorry I took so long getting around to you," the other cop said, finally released from his task of temporarily caring for Hector, the responsibility passed on to the paramedics.
"Hector is more important. I mean... is he going to be okay?"
"I believe so, once he gets some attention for those bruises and welts on his back." But more friendly it's asked, "And how are you feeling?"
Patrick informs, "Okay. My balls and nips are a little burning." As the cop helps Patrick remove the cuffs, he goofs, "They look fine to me?" And after a very short pause, "I mean you look okay."
"Thanks for helping me get the cuffs off. Um, could you hand me my clothes?" It was Patrick's turn for window shopping, watching the rookie squat down, back to him and gaze at the material of his uniform pants stretch over his ass. "Thanks."
"Need help? I mean... Oh shit! I'm really batting a thousand, aren't I?"
Patrick felt bad for the police officer, even though he thought he deserved everything he was saying about himself. "Actually my legs are a little stiff if you could hold my briefs out for me?"
Meanwhile, they had busted open the makeshift jail cell, gotten the young guy out and placed him on a gurney, as well as Hector and carried them up and out of the basement.
"What do you mean you can't find the key, Scott?"
"I'm lookin'... I'm lookin'... keep your shirt on there..." he stops, leans on the workbench, crossing his ankles, "Hey, what `is' your name?"
While the two chit-chatted, it occurred to Patrick, Salv had gotten further than he - he didn't even get `his' cop's name yet! He read the little name plate, "Have you been on the force long Officer Barredo?"
It seemed like the police officer was forever stalling, figuring out the inside out from the outside right of Patrick's briefs, his attention drawn away by the teen anatomy in his face.
"Um, Officer Barredo?"
"Yeah? What?" he asked, looking up, his vision divided between paying attention to Patrick and his anatomy right in front of his face.
All the signs seemed to be there and like Jason's done, he dares to ask, "Are you gay?"
He unfolds his squatting legs and stands, saying, "Um yeah. How did you know?"
Instead of referring to `gaydar', Patrick replies, "Takes one to know one!"
"Whew!" The cop says, suddenly realizing he wiped his forehead with Patrick's briefs. "Oops! Sorry!"
"No problem. Here. Give me them or I'll catch a cold in this dark, dreary place."
And as Patrick stepped into his briefs, Officer Barredo was right there on the dime, holding the white shirt like a gentleman.
"Thanks."
"No problem. It's not everyday I get to dress a handsome man."
"Why Officer Barredo, are you trying to come onto me?"
He blushes. "Sometimes my mouth gets me into such trouble."
Seeing he's four or five years older than himself doesn't' phase Patrick, but he sure is cute and he's feeling so comfortable around him, especially while he is waiting on him, every stitch of clothes prepared for dressing. "Say, would you like to get a cup of coffee? I mean `not' here?"
"Sure as soon as my partner... D.S., you ready?"
"I will be as soon as I find the key," he says, back to them and shuffling through all the torture apparatus on the workbench.
Chit-chatting, Salv asks, "By the way, how in the hell did you know what was going on here?"
"The first time I let you make a u-turn on old highway 41, but the second time I decided I wasn't going to let you get away with it. I would have followed sooner, but I had to wait for my partner to finish taking a leak in the woods!"
"One question?"
"What?" Scott replies.
"Are you going to give me a ticket?"
"Depends."
"On?" Salv questions him.
Looking around, Scott spots this piece of `furniture', four legs and piece of timber for a backbone, manacles at each end of the feet. "If I drop my pants and bend over that sawhorse over there, you think you can figure out how you can work off your fine?" But before Salv could reply, "Damn! What in the heck is this for?"
Patrick says, "Oh that," then excusing himself, he says, "Ask Salv. He knows all about it."
Officer Barredo and Patrick walked up the stairs as Salv lay on the cold, hard concrete, waiting for the key to be found.
First he addresses his partner, "Hey Austin, don`t forget to get a statement from him?"
"I will!"
"So," Scott turns his attention back to Salv, "what is' this for?" He stands there in a relaxed position, the ball-stretcher dangling from his hand almost right over Salvs face.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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