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PLaY FoR PaY 10 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Everybody gravitated to the rooms like they belonged there. Of course Mike and John claimed the rooms entitled to them, Mike kicking out two guys who had tried to occupy John's room. Philosophically the two wondered how Mike 'knew'!
In their rightful dwelling place, Jac's attention to the place has waned, asking, "Have you met Declan's brother?"
"Sure. Dozens of times."
"He's been here?"
"Most of the time when I'm leaving, or they'll be leaving when I'm coming," John says as he digs into his carry-bag.
There could have been a dozen other questions, but foremost on Jac's mind, "Is his brother gay?"
He knew this was coming. When, John figured sooner or later, so answers, "Both!"
"Yes!" Jac hails a fist towards the ceiling, but then calms.
"Somebody's happy about that bit of shared news?"
Trying to be modest, Jac says, "Well Declan's kind of cute. Well, not overly cute. Just cute."
John, stripping off his shirt, says, "Well David is 'not' cute. He's fuckin' gorgeous!"
"Have you and David like... done it?"
A wide grin lights up John's face, giving hint.
"Really?"
"No," John says bluntly.
Over his reaction, Jac says, "But... you?"
A quick run on of words, John says, "I've-been-to-bed-with-Declan!"
"What?" Jac exclaims with great surprise, his butt falling back in an easy chair.
"It was only laying together and quite by accident."
"How do you accidentally fall in bed with somebody and get it on?"
Not intentionally to throw him off subject, John nods, saying, "I can see your meat!"
Putting his foot down on the floor, alleviates the visual of seeing up his pant's leg, as opposed to allowing his leg to hang over the arm of the chair. Putting it back up, Jac says, "You've seen my meat without the swimsuit, but what about Declan?"
"It's really 'no' biggie deal. He was tending the pool, took a swim and then fell asleep in the sun. I found him, told him he needed to get some first aid immediately on his shoulders. We came up here, he lay down on the bed and I doctored him up. We both fell asleep and when we woke up I was spooning him. And if you want anymore you'll have to wait for the screen version to come out!"
Having a straight face throughout the whole scenario here, Jac lightens up, smiles and says, "It's too much like a porn video."
"Isn't life?"
"Huh?"
John explains, "Don't ask me why the hell I said that!"
Reckoning Jac says, "That's okay. I'm not mad you've stolen Declan away from me!"
"Look," John approaches Jac, "it was a mistake, just a simple circumstance, so don't go worrying your pretty little head about it!"
A moment later, Declan does a quick knock on the door, opens it and asks, "Hey, would somebody mind putting some lotion on my back?"
He would have loved to, but decided to put John on the spot. Picking up a beach towel, Jac says passes through the door, saying, "I'm going to see what the guys are up to."
Left are John and Declan facing each other.
Declan smiles as he's confronted with John's fuzzy frontal assault, "I guess you're elected?"
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They expected the return of the 'master of ceremonies', Davide Rivera, instead a bald-headed, goateed dude approaches the two college jocks, all strung up in their bondage.
Hans didn't know whether Wali noticed, him having been involved in some bdsm-play back in Germany, but he was sure admiring the leather chaps, black boots and leather vest which encased the dude's trail from the chaps upwards, till it merged with the black-haired chest. Whereas Wali was silent, Hans vocally gives opinion, "I 'really' like," his eyes traverse the man from south to north, "your outfit!"
The dude had approached with a solemn, toughened look, but Hans' comment seemed to mellow him out. "Is that so?" he replies, quickly changing his way as he pulls out some leather gloves. One he coats his left hand with the other, before gloving up, slaps Hans across the face with it.
"Oh-h!" Hands replies, shaking his head out, like someone threw a bucket of water of his head. He wondered if his aggressor sensed what he did, the tingling sensations in his loins. On his way to mass, Hans had dressed appropriately, the twenty year old being respectful towards wearing a buttoned down shirt instead of a tee shirt, but the rest of the dress code stayed the same, jeans and sneakers.
This new addition to the basement group didn't stop his approach, walking right up to Hans, cupped a hand behind his neck and began to make out with him. Dropping his eyes, seeing the small 'v' parting Hans' shirt, he decided to take a broader look. Grabbing up the middle in his hands he rips it open, tearing it right down to pants level. Buttons fly all over the place. He grins at Hans, probably hoping to get an angry response.
Instead, Hans smiles, saying, "Feel free to touch and play!"
Still smiling, still eyes glued to Hans' face, hands are run up Hans' abs, over the lines dividing pectorals with the lower half, fingers and thumbs making connection. Not new at this, he wonders of Hans' experience. Drawing themselves apart, gloved knuckles rubbing against Hans' hairy abs becomes a projectile!
"Ugh-h-h-h!" Hans belches out, able to bend almost all the way over, due to his cuffed wrists tied to the pole at waist level.
Finding out how far to take this, what the distance is he can go, a leather hand grabs at Han's dirty-blond mane and hauls him up to visual level, saying, "I enjoyed that so much!"
Having 'played the game' back in Germany so many times, Hans point blank says, "Fuck you!"
His assailant only smiles. Then reaching forwards with his two gloves, he in turn begins mashing of Hans' nip-meat.
Drawing up another connection, Hans says, "You don't know how 'hard' that makes me feel!"
The masher looks down.
Giggling, Hans says, "Made ya look!"
He probably would not have tried it, the surprise in store for him, an arm drawn back and plowed into his crotch!
"Oh-h-h--h-h-h fuckin' shit!" Hans shouts out. Tied to the pole pretty much limited his access, so he tried closing up the gap by bringing his legs together.
His chin almost touching his right shoulder, Wali asks, "Hey, can I play too?"
Before he was even ten feet away from the two clinging to the poles, when he walked into the room, he was on Davide for details, the identity of the prisoner on the left. So, Wali never had a chance.
Hans thought he detected something in the three little words spoken by this new dude on the scene, something which helped to pique his excitement.
Speaking, he reveals his German accent, "But of course. You do not think I would leave you out?"
"Cool!" the eighteen year old says. Instead of being untied, he wondered what the story was, his tank top being torn from his bod.
The two watch as their aggressor walks to a table and takes off his leather vest. Hans is almost salivating with full view of the muscle-bear.
On the other hand, Wali is asking, "Aren't you going to untie me? We both can have fun with Hans?"
"What?" Hans is a bit surprised. He turns it around, "How about he unties 'me' and we both have fun with you?"
Seeing Hans a little older, as he calls himself, "I am Master Klaus and you will do exactly as I say," he tests, flicking open a switchblade.
Scared shit, whereas before he talked like a tough hero, Wali backs down, "Uh sure. No problem."
Hans is watching the light reflect off the blade as well, but stands his ground.
Tested, proved to Master Klaus the weaker of the two, he walks over to them, slips his bod in between, reaches behind them and saws through the rope connecting Hans' wrists.
"So, we're taking on Wali together?" Hans asks.
"No," Master Klaus replies, "you will be doing everything I tell you to do and you can start by stripping out of your clothes!"
Hans Baasch could play life anyway it came. If it was meant to be for the two to take on Wali, he would have followed life's calling, but as life presented itself now, the twenty year old took it as if came, still feeling the emotional excitement deep within in loins. Too, his mouth was still watering!
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As it happened out, the guys had congregated in the rather expansive kitchen, already attacking the food Mike had brought, of course each toting a bottle of Sam Adams.
"Hey Darling are you gonna catch up or what?" Blake Babcock hands him a cold one.
"Thanks Bigcock," Jac tells Babcock!
"Bigcock?" Mike questions the risky name-calling.
"Yeah," Geoff Hilkert replies, "it's even big when it's soft!"
Combination of beer and humor, drove the company off on a laughing rampage.
Kevin James, a beefy, muscular eighteen year old, nonchalantly grabs the front of Babcock's speedo and with little effort unveils its contents.
"That's like fuckin' humongous!" Mike blurts out so loud probably every seagull within a mile radium can hear!
Team joker, Geoff, says, "Tastes as good as it looks!"
It was meant as a dare, the whole team watching, knowing Coach Mike a total bottom, who could sometimes behave in a wild and crazy manner. They figured either he was going to bend over and take Babcock's ten inches, soft, halfway down or find a quick way out of it!
The option was right there next to him, Mike resorting to, "Yeah, Hilkert? Why don't you show me how it's done?"
Immediately, the gang switched off from Mike, to badgering Geoff Hilkert!
Mike them left them to their games, Geoff daring to suck him off if two others sucked him up into a hardon, first.
"Playful bunch," Rick says to Mike.
A rich smile on his face, Mike says, "And you look fuckin' awesome in a speedo, Rick!"
"Thanks. Want to get wet?"
"How do you mean that?" Mike knew Rick meant to swim!
Other than jumping off the third floor balcony, Jac knew there was only one other way back to the pool. Unless Declan ran out the front door and he hardly thought the pool-boy could leap the concrete wall. Without jealousy complicating his thoughts, Jac smiled, thinking of how long it took to lotion up two hands, how many seconds long it took to spread the oily lotion on two shoulder blades and then down the back. Of course, some temptation got in the way... Suddenly a half bottle of beer was enough, upon looking out the kitchen window over the sink. He immediately thought, of the legs and bod sticking out from under a book, fallen over the face of the dude in the lounge chair, "It can't be!" Grabbing his beach towel, he was totally ignored by the others.
Apparently each of them were taking a drink of beer and trying to hold it as they sucked in Babcock's big cock!
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"What about Wali?"
Smiling, Master Klaus replies, "I think it will be quite humiliating for you, him seeing you bow down before me, take my cock in your mouth and suck me until I feel the need to empty my load into your stomach?"
Hans wouldn't mind doing that at all, but he knew it wasn't part of the 'game'. The twenty year old hastily engages his core, and like reading off a script, "Fuck that shit!"
Immediately the humor drains from Master Klaus' face as he approaches Hans.
As predicted, from his own source of past experience, Hans is almost lifted into the air as Klaus' fist to his gut plows him backwards a few feet. Prepared awareness, Hans expels his breath, drawing it back in, his abs engaged for the next gut punch. But it doesn't come, instead he's drawn into a full nelson and 'walked' across the room, his stomach and chest butted up against crossed pieces of wood to form an 'X'.
"You will learn to do as you are told boy!"
It's up to Hans. He can either answer in the affirmative or carry on the role of the ornery slaveboy. Weighing things out, the gut punch, the stretching out of his whole bod, it's been a big turn-on. As he expects now, his wrists being secured to leather cuffs, tensioned on the upper boards of this 'X' fixture, same being down to his ankles, lower boards, his bod forming the same shape of the 'X', he could pretty much figure out his predicament. The only uncertainty facing him, will the instrument of punishment, be it a flogger, leather strap, or some implement delivering a softer or harsher lash to his back or ass. Being he still had his jeans on, he figures it's...."Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k!"
"I asked you a question boy!"
Debatable, it really would turn out not to be a question, but still, Hans thinking so long on his demise, he had lost track of time, getting his answer, the type of implement, a flogger with a few trails of fronds, whipped across his back. And because Hans didn't respond once more, "Akk-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!"
In Master Klaus' opinion, since what he was looking for was not returned by his 'boy', he took the liberty of letting the flogger do his bidding. He was a master of whipping a man's back, knowing how hard and how far. If he wanted to make a back red, he would merely twirl the flogger around in circles, giving an occasional stinging swipe. A little more would produce a sting, thrashing the flogger across the back, the fronds hitting the shoulder blades, one or two aiming a little lower. He knew never to deliver a hard blow to the lower back.
For now Hans endured the flogger, but knew, after twenty lashes things could heat up. Not that he was particular fond of having surface marks or the sting it caused getting them, what turned him on more is the man delivering the lash. Once he was assured the 'master' was getting turned on by being whipped, then the whole 'game plan' changed, as did the leaking of his cock.
They had just passed that milestone, Master Klaus walking over to Hans, his hand grazing over his red back and as if asking permission, "That's twenty lashes boy. Gave you a nice burn," his hand rubs over Han's, what was one white skin. Placing the flogger back on the little loop at his side, Klaus squats, releases Hans' ankles, stands, reaches around his waist and unbuckles his belt. In no time he is taking Hans' jeans down. Whisking them off he just tosses them aside. He feels up the mounds in Hans' tightey-whities, "Oh yeah." No long after, he's peeling them off, down the dirty blond follicles of leg hair and off, reattaching the legging cuffs. "Now what do you have to say for yourself, boy?"
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Not olympic sized, but fairly large for this area of the world, especially with a beach right nearby, as Mike and Rick play at one end, Jac walks to the opposite side, slowly closing in on the figure in a lounge chair, head buried under a book, the bottom of the page rising and falling with air.
"Rats!" he says to himself, the big textbook blocking out one of the important facets of what he's been told about, the Adonis features. Jac stands there for a moment, thinking. Walking past the side, he figures if he can get a look from the top of the book, Jac can determine if what John says and what he sees, coincide with opinion.
As he is passing by the arm of the chair, a hand reaches out, grabs his calf, the voice under the book saying, "Gotcha!"
"Huh?" Jac says, surprised out of his gourd.
Sitting, the book upchucking onto his stomach, he says, "Oh sorry," letting go of the calf, "I thought you were my brother. He's always sneaking up on me!"
"No problem," Jac replies. Obvious he was studying the dude's face, he sidetracks, "What are you reading?"
"Oceanography."
"The little fishes?" Jac says.
"There's a little more to it than that," he replies, smiling. Then, reaching into his little cooler, "Would you care for a water?"
"No thanks, I just had something."
"Sounds like a party going on. I don't go for all those alcoholic beverages."
Wanting to agree, Jac says, "Nah, me neither."
Then, to turn him into a jackass liar, Declan comes out and asks, "Your friends want to know if you want another beer?"
Jac says, "Oops!" as he and David exchange glances.
Declan picks up the pace, "John wants to know if you and I want to stay the weekend? I told him okay."
"You what?" his big brother replies.
"I know," Declan replies to his brother, "I'm supposed to ask you first, but you always say 'no'. C'mon bro. Let's live it up a little!"
His lying face changing to a smile, Jac says, "Yeah, live it up a little, bro!"
Smiling, with the prospect he already has, but with a purpose in mind, Declan says, "By the way, have you met my cute, handsome, smart, 'gay' brother, David?"
David replies instead, "Wanna get your 'gay' ass outta here Declan, before I kick it...."
The teen scurries away, yelling, "I'm over eighteen... I can drink!"
"He makes you sound like you're his father."
David replies, "I'm thirty-two and he's twenty-one, but he was a lot younger when our folks passed away. We had to sell the house to put us both through school."
"Where do you live now?" Beyond the initial shock of, as Declan and John both referred to, handsome, discovering more.
"I work at the geospatial ecology lab, working on conservation planning and ecosystem-based management," David replies.
"I think you're going to have to run that by me eleven more times!" But what attracted Jac more was David closing his big book, which covered some of the equation of the 'Adonis' factor.
"I'm done reading for now. Want to take a swim?"
As Jac sat there on what was supposed to be a table, he glances up at David, getting the full view.
Distracted suddenly he heard John yell, "Cowabunga!" His cannonball into the pool got complaints from Mike and Rick, talking and touching in the serene waters. It also got gripes from Declan who was trying to fish out some gunk with the net. Jac watches as John swims over to him, pulls on the net, bringing Declan right to him.
"Would make such a nice couple!" David says.
Standing, Jac says, "You're okay with John being older?"
Smiling, David asks, "Am I too old for you?"
"I dunno, 'grandpa'!"
To Jac's response, David gives him a slight push and he's in the pool! "Anchors away!" Then he jumps in to retrieve 'the anchor'!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`PLaY FoR PaY' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....