Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 14:01:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Bradford Dean Bigelow Subject: Writer's Block 06 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Writer's Block" 06 written By Bradford dean Bigelow % "Hi Chase," Bobby greeted 'us', at the condo right next door. I stood behind Chase, in my harness getup that he, not five minutes ago, finished dressing me in. Looking to the right, the left and downstairs, to the open courtyard, where the four entrances to the condos below us met, had my eyes peeled for anyone or any noise, like a door opening or closing. I could tap Chase on the back with my fingertips, since my hands had been tightly cuffed in from of me, with leather cuffs, if one of the guys should happen to enter or exit. With the ballgag in my mouth, which I hoped would come out for dinner, I couldn't right out tell him to 'hurry it up and move along inside'. Bobby, my 'right hand man' at work, stalled long enough questioning what I already knew, the contents of Chase's toybag, asking, "They're all brand new? A present for Bradford? How sweet! Do you share your playtoys, Chase?" He asked enough questions, to supply 'Family Feud' for years to come. It's then I heard a loud thud. Looking over my shoulder and down over the wrought iron railing, I spied Jim Worthington, Adam's 51yo partner, whom always resembled a Texan cowboy, tall and wearing a cowboy hat, sorting through his mail, cursing out the price of electricity. I probably shouldn't have, but in a fit of panic, pushed Chase, with my hands, chest and every other part of my almost bare body, forwards, inside. Like the domino effect, he crashed into Bobby and I stood there, inside the door, having kicked it closed with the heel of my bare foot, breathing rapidly, as best as I could, through the red ballgag. I then thought to myself, 'Uh-oh', looking straight ahead and down. Bobby lay flat on his ass, Chase squashing him, his ass moving, being propped up by Chase's legs, beginning to react to getting up off of Bobby. Either they could take it as a pleasant encounter or I was in 'deep shit'! Of course, since Chase had clued me in to the formalities of the evening, I wasn't at all surprised when Bobby, Master Bobby, now that I was inside his and Tony's apartment, said, not too friendly like, "Clumsy fuck!" I know I 'embarrassed' Chase, not really, since this was roleplaying, but still the same, he acted out something like I had personally damaged his entire reputation. "Oh man am I pissed at you, Bradford!" Then turning to Bobby, he says, "I'm real sorry, Bobby. Could I make it up to you by turning my boy over to you for punishment?" The both of them! Their faces eviler than the wicked witch of the west! Like I had rearended his Firebird or something, Bobby... correction, Master Bobby, grabs Chase's bag of goodies, and marches down the hallway, knowingly towards the bedroom, since all of our condo's are nearly the same. "Looks like we're in a heap of fun, Bradford," Chase said, making it sound like I was headed towards the gates of hell. 'If this was the gates of hell, I'm all for entering it', I toyed with my own thoughts. Being the deluxe block of condos, our master bedrooms have double doors, entering the master suite. Both doors had been open, but one remained blocked by Tony's bare body, outstretched eagle-spread, as if hanging spread on an 'x' frame. Like me, he had a ballgag in his mouth and he tried smiling, looking me in the face. I wasn't sure, but I might have shown a tinge of jealousy when Chase's hand slapped him on the right side of his abs, the side of his jock body closest to the door frame and slid it across his worked out physique, to the other side and then unmanhandling Tony, as he followed Master Bobby. "Hmm, who's your decorators, Bobby?" I heard Chase ask. As for me, my head circled the room, eyeing up a bedroom that might have been the same size as Chase's and mine, but definitely, not early American decor. More like 'early medieval torture chamber'! "We bought the lumber ourselves, Chase. Saved a fortune. Did you know you can buy plans on the internet, for making your own dungeon furniture?" "No, I didn't Bobby," my Master Chase replied, adding, "Even for this rack?" "Yes," Master Bobby replied, and walking around the room, pointed everything else out with his hand touching it, "even this bondage table, this 'X' frame, this cabinet, which holds so many toys, you wouldn't believe it, Chase. Here, take a look." Now I know where Master Bobby was spending that raise he got! He unfolded the double doors, which must've had hinges of steel. One of the huge four panels held an assortment of straps. Some looked harmless, but others looked like they could lacerate. On the bottom of the whips, strap, floggers and quirts, wooden paddles hung by their handles. Another panel contained narrow ledges. On these shelves, buttplugs stood, all sizes, tall and round, standing on the flat part that stuck out of a guy's ass. I think I saw one or two wider than the one my Master Chase showed me. Then Master Bobby picked up a buttplug, explaining it wouldn't fit on the door. 'No shit, Sherlock', I thought about Master Bobby's comment. It looked to be as wide as a gallon paint can. Continuing the tour of cabinet, he showed my Master Chase so many nip toys that I couldn't begin to count, but I'm sure my cock didn't care either, throbbing, at each of Master Bobby's description. Nothing else stood out as unusual, the collection containing toys for torturing cock and balls, restraints for untold positioning and of course a whole draw full of candles of different sizes, thin, thick, one special kind that Master Bobby explained to my Master Chase that was made especially for turning a boy's navel into a candleholder. Even that turned me on, as I looked down my stomach, eyeing up my hairy indentation. "Look, Chase." "What, Bobby?" "Your boy has an interest in this candle." "Oh, Brad's navel is too small for that candle. Look at the size of the base of it, Bobby." "Then let me show you these." Master Bobby pushed the candle draw close, still holding the 'bellyhole candle', opening the drawer under it. "Looks like a bunch of dowel sticks." "That's what they are, Chase. I had Tony saw some up, of different thicknesses." He then picked out one, measuring it to the base of the candle, then trading it for another, of the same thickness. "Looks like you know your dowel sticks, Bobby." "This is the one we work up to. C'mon. Let me show you." I watched the two masters walk the floor, from the floor to ceiling cabinet, over to where I stood. Master Bobby held the dowel stick, while my Master Chase had the candle in his hand. Neither looked me in the face. Instead, like me, my concentration was now on my stomach. If the bottom part of my body harness wasn't strangling the base of my cock and balls, I'm sure I would be on the floor, licking up the gooey mess. Instead, I could tell the reservoir was building and even though I found it hard to see, from this position, plus the leather hardware around my cock, I'm sure my balls had the look of bursting at the seams of their sacs. "No way that's going to fit in Brad's navel, Bobby." "I know. That's what I wanted to show you, Chase." All the rounded end of the dowel stick had to do, is to touch my hairy bellyhole. From this day forward, it would definitely have to be listed as one of my 'turn ons', but then again, that's how most of my body registered to toys or bare hands. My soft reverie broke, when my Master Chase asked, "Why is one end rounded and the other end flat, Bobby?" "Oh that. I had Tony chisel and sandpaper one end of each dowel stick. If I use it in his navel, the rounded end goes in. I think it's more 'environmentally friendly', to the inside of Tony's body. I mean he told me that the flat end felt highly erotic and seemed to hurt more, but I'd rather play it safe than sorry." "Right." "Then again, Chase, if I use two dowel sticks on Tony's nips, the flat ends are okay." "You use the dowel sticks on Tony's nips? How?" "Oh, there's lots of ways. Want to see?" "Sure. Here, do it to Brad, why don't you?" Now this definitely stirred my loins, not even knowing in which way Master Bobby planned on torturing my nips with two dowel sticks. They stood over at the draw, discussing different ones for what seemed like eternity. All I could think about is feeling my nips being worked over painfully or pleasurably. Didn't matter which, since both translated to erotic pleasure. "Bring Bradford over here, Chase." Master Bobby sure was getting his digs in, humiliating me. Around the block of condos, all of the guys, including my Master Chase and he, called me 'Brad'. Bradford, he reserved for the office, like everybody there called me. It's like he was using the latter, more formal namesake to cause me humiliation. I resented it, too. I wasn't at the office. I was at home. I looked up, as my Master Chase did, as Bobby pointed out, "Uncuff 'Bradford' and cuff one of his wrists to that ring," the one hanging from a crossboard on the wall, that ran what seemed like the length of the room, but didn't. "Looks like we're going to stretch him out kind of wide, Bobby." "Oh, the width of the rings is versatile, Chase." 'Whew!', I thought. Good thing of I'd have to have the sleeves on my party tux lengthened, after tonight! "I see. There's a locking mechanism here. How ingenious!" "That's my boy, Tony. His idea." "Really? I thought you got these plans from the internet, Bobby?" "We did. But, like lots of things, you have to modify them." Then, as if to get his 'digs' in, Master Bobby says, "I don't know about Bradford here, but at least my boy Tony shows he has a brain!" My Master Chase looked over to me, knowing that if I wasn't in bondage, literally my balls-to-the-wall, that I might have thought of bouncing Master Bobby off-the-walls! "I'm curious to how far apart Brad's arms are bound, Bobby?" "Well, I had Tony install the metal rings eight feet apart and we've had to bring them together about two feet, plus some, so I'd guess about five and half feet, Chase." "Yeah, looks about right. How come you had Tony make them eight feet apart?" "In case we have a taller playmate over or a boy hanging by his ankles." "Ankles? Cool." I hope he wasn't getting any ideas of his own. I think, the blood rushing to my head, would give me a headache. Then again, whatever rushed to my cockhead, told me something different! "So, Chase, do you want to start torturing Bradford's nips with the dowel sticks? We can do his navel at the same time." I thought about it. There's no room between my chest and the wall, to place dowel sticks. I mean, that rounded edge dowel stick Master Bobby had in his hand, might fit, in my navel, if I backed away from the wall, but no way would a dowel stick fit, with my chest plastered against the wall. "Whatever you want to do Bobby. After all, aren't we both still extremely angry at Bradford, for causing us all that anguish?" That's my Chase! Always on top of the crime and the punishment! "C'mon, Chase. Let's pick out the dowel sticks." 'Rats!' I couldn't see what they did, however soon I knew my cock would be throbbing for release, like it didn't, since we stood outside Tony's and Bobby's condo entrance. I couldn't see the masters, but I could see Tony's back, as he stood almost on his tippee toes, his back to me. Looks like the two of them have been having a lot of fun. Tony's back looked like they had some fresh stripes added. What really drew my attention, was trying to guess what in the hell stuck out of his ass. 'Must be a buttplug', I immediately thought. However, I didn't have too much time to make a conclusion, when I felt a hand on each of my nips. "Oooooooooohh!" I groaned, looking to one side, then the other. Master Bobby stood to my right, my Master Chase, to my left. Each had a dowel stick in one hand. I thought, 'no way is my body far enough from the wall, to insert that in the middle of my nip and position the other end against the wall, as was described. "Okay, Chase. Loosen his wrist cuff along the track." 'Whew!' I thought. "How come we didn't start out like that, Bobby?" "What and deprive Bradford of the mental torture?" At least I derived one pleasure of satisfaction from Master Bobby. One had to think, in order to supply torture to the mentality. It showed he thought I had a brain. 'Ha-ha on him'! "This enough slack, Bobby?" "Yes, Chase. We can take up the slack later, if we see that it's not hurting Bradford enough." I almost commented on the true, sadistic nature of my right hand man, when I suddenly caught those sexy glasses on that handsome face, then made the extra mistake of being able to feel up that hairy chest with my eyes, right on down the stomach trail, the tight fuzzy stripe tucking into that tight indentation and then tucking into the leather chaps. Like I had thought about my Master Chase often, as he played roughly with my body, I shouted out, inside my mind, 'Yeah, torture me! Torture me!' "Now grab Bradford under the pits and pull his body away from the wall." If I'd known that my partner would be providing the sweet gripping of his hands on my body, I would have begged outside of my head. It wasn't his hands, that made me think of begging Master Bobby to take all the time in the world, but my Master Chase's throbbing codpiece that pressed into my ass crevice, causing a chain reaction straight through, to the front of my body. Then I knew the channels that churned up that goo must've been on 'clog status', as Master Bobby pressed each flat end of the dowel sticks into my nips. Like it wasn't only the fact that the rounded pieces of wood felt so fucking hot, against me nips, but Master Bobby had to turn each, grinding them into my nipmeat, as he positioned the other end against the wall, parallel to the floor. "Okay, now it's your choice, Chase. Slowly let go or all at once, let the pressure of Bradford's body drive the dowel sticks into his pecs." Being my Master Chase's first time, experimenting with driving rounded dowel sticks, the same circumference as my nips, maybe the size of quarters, into my chest, as my body pressure increased, against the wall, but he was slow as molasses, which I kind of sensed that I should be very grateful. "Which way does Tony take it, Bobby?" "I started out like you, Chase, but now I let go. He likes it either way, as long as it hurts real good. As soon as you have total pressure on his nips, we'll do Bradford's navel and then we can have some fun with Tony, as Bradford is enjoying himself." "Cool!" 'Cool'? My Master Chase didn't know what 'cool' was, not being on the receiving end of the benefits of the torturing dowel sticks. I wondered if Tony liked the erotic feeling as much as myself, having the two dowel sticks press into my pecs. Of course, when Master Bobby inserted one into my navel, not the fat one he had before, but a much more slender, realistic dowel stick that would stretch the inner circumference of my navel, molding it into a 'candleholder', well that really drove me wild. "Are those groans of pain or pleasure, Bobby?" "Hmm, as much as I'd like to see what Bradford here can take, I think it's too much for him, Chase." I can't believe it! Bobby Freeman has a real heart in that chest of his? He can feel sentiment? I've got to stop going on my first instincts with people! So, Chase, 'handled' the problem, grabbing me under my now, steamy pits. "Gross!" "Yeah, that's the way Tony got too. In fact, Tony gets so hot, at being tortured, that he sweats like he's in a sauna, Chase." I saw stars, throwing my head back, squinting my eyes, receiving the same feelings, as if rope burns on my hands. The ballgag prevented me from screaming out loudly, but as Master Bobby guessed, it did seem 'too much' pain for me to endure. "Can we leave the dowel stick in his navel, Bobby?" "Yeah. No sweat, Chase. I think Bradford's liking it a lot, too!" Master Bobby was right on the mark with that one. In fact, like I've already found out, as well as my Master Chase, I'm not sure how long I stayed in that position, with only my big toes touching the floor. I think it had been long enough for Master Bobby to give my Master Chase a lecture in 'Buttplugs 101', utilizing Tony's ass as the proving ground. To get the full effect of it's victims resound, they had removed Tony's ballgag. The whimper escaping from Tony's mouth, told me that a full ass was one of his forte's. "You didn't start with that size, did you Bobby?" I heard Chase exclaim. Turning my head, with the dowel stick lodged in my navel, hurt/felt great. That maneuver, a little trickier, than without the attachment of my stomach, to the wall via the dowel stick, cut down on the vantage point of being able to view Tony's ass and what the two played with. However, one quick glance, afforded me the view of Bobby holding this 'black thing', standing tall on his flat hand. "Oh no, Chase. I started with some small dildos and then hit te buttplugs. However, I'm finding that anything I put to my Tony's ass, he thrives on pressing his ass back onto." "That includes your cock?" "Need you ass, Chase?" The two laughed. I was shocked a bit, with wonder, as I heard Bobby ask, "Care to take a stab at Tony's chute, Chase?" 'He wouldn't dare!' He didn't, replying to Bobby, "Oh no, Bobby. There's only one ass that I prefer to fuck." I felt eyes on my body, even though I didn't try to turn and look. Like Tony though, I found myself trying to move my stomach around, as the moving of the dowel stick in my navel, felt highly erotic! "Are we ready to eat?" Now that perked my interest! I listened and glanced back, as I heard them release Tony from his bondage. Then, before I sensed or knew it, the three of them stood around me. "How do we undo Brad, Bobby?" Bobby replied, "Tony, why don't you grab Bradford around the middle?" Oh man... those hairy, Italian, nineteen year old, jock forearms threaded in between me and the walls and then I felt them up, as they enclosed around my stomach, above the dowel stick. "Hey, will you look at that, Bobby?" "Yeah, sure, Chase," I heard Bobby reply and since I couldn't see, went on what they said, as Tony's bellyhug pulled me away from the wall, "that's the dowel stick stretching Bradford's navel. After a few more times, that candle will fit in with no problem." "You mean, soon Brad's navel will be a 'candleholder'?" "If we keep doing this. Here," Bobby replied, taking the end of the dowel stick, that end that came away from the wall, as the impaled end stayed, hanging from out of my bellyhole, "why don't you take this along home with you. Then from time to time use it on his navel." When Bobby plucked the dowel stick from my navel, it didn't make a sound, like a plunger or anything, but I think I got the gist of how 'the toilet' felt! "Tony, why don't you take care of taking Master Chase's 'bitch' out of his bondage. C'mon Chase." "Yes, Sir," Tony reported to the little weasel. I didn't hear either of the two masters mention the ballgag in my mouth, but Tony took it out and began talking freely to me. "Like it, Brad?" "Um, are we allowed to talk, Tony?" After chuckling, he replied, "Oh, we're done with the fun and games for now." "But neither of our lovers mentioned anything, Tony." "I know, but our fun and games are only played in this room." "Oh. I didn't know that. So, the roleplaying is only in here?" "Yeah. Bobby and I figured that we didn't want anyone else to know that we have this kind of kinky, erotic fun, so we decided to play it safe and discreet. Keep it in a small play area." As Tony began dismantling the restraints, reaching to my right, to release the leather cuff, his hairy chest, stomach and pubes touched my back, ass and thighs. Felt nice! I don't think he was trying to come on to me or anything. "I didn't quite get the picture of that buttplug that was up your ass, Tony." "Oh, here. Take a look, Brad. I have to wash it off, anyway, before we eat." I followed Tony into the jon, He whistled, tossing the buttplug in the air, catching it, as if toying with a football, carrying it from the field to the lockerroom. "I'll wash it off with soap and water now. Later I'll boil it in water." "Keep everything nice and squeaky clean, huh?" "Oh yeah. Bobby taught me how to keep everything sanitary, even though the buttplug is mine." "Your's, Tony?" "Yeah. There's toys that Bobby will only use on me. He says that if ever another guy comes to play with us, they have to bring their own toys." "Oh, so that's why Chase brought 'my bag' of toys?" "Yeah. Most likely Bobby said something to him." Now, from the corner of the door, as if none of this ever took place, Bobby appears, a kitchen apron and a pair of jeans, replacing his leather gear. Cheerfully he states, "Dinner will be ready in five minutes guys!" After he disappeared, I asked Tony, "What happened to 'Mr. Evil'?" "Oh, that's the 'roleplaying' Bobby. Isn't he great?" "Yeah. It's amazing that he can turn 'it' on and off so easy." "I understand that's how it was with you and he, in the office, Brad?" "I thought he was going to keep it a secret!" "Yeah, but you're forgetting one thing, Brad." "What's that Tony?" "Bobby and I are lovers. We don't keep secrets from each other. Isn't that how it is with you and Chase or aren't you too up to that yet?" I thought briefly of what Tony shared. Yeah, we are like that. It amazed me that Bobby and Tony had progressed to that stage, in such a short time. I also pondered another question. "Y'know Tony?" "What's that Brad?" He asked me back, wiping the buttplug with a paper towel. "I was under the impression that the reason you and Bobby met was solely over the bdsm play, but from what you've told me, sounds like it's more than that?" "Let me fill you in on something, Brad," Tony began saying, as we walked the buttplug back to it's home, "in the little time I've known Bobby, I've done a lot of growing up. I'm not the Italian jock that I used to be." "How so, Tony?" "Well, living with Akeno and Kareem, I felt like part of the college scene, partying and what not. Bobby has goals in life. I never had any, except to get through college and that didn't mean getting terrific grades. I mean, I was willing to just have that piece of paper. No, Bobby has made it clear that I have to ascribe myself to whatever endeavors I apply myself to. To achieve and do the best I can. The man has really changed me and I'm forever grateful." "Hmm, I didn't know Bobby could have that type of influence on a person." "Yeah, well that's what he's like. But I'll tell you something else, Brad. I don't know if you've sensed it or not, but Bobby is the most generous, loving, romantic, down-to-earth... sweetheart, that ever walked this earth." Tony's description blew me away. On the contrary, that's not how I pictured Bobby, in my mind, at all. Two words, specifically never phased me about Bobby, 'loving' and 'romantic'. All I ever pictured Bobby as, whether at home or at our place of employment, is a businesslike ogre. I decided that I would have to pay more attention to Bobby at work. Could it be possible that I only looked at him, in respects to being related to the way he treated me, as part of Chase's 'get even' plan? I began right away, to do some soul searching, to give Bobby another chance. "Are you okay, Brad? How's the navel?" "Fine Chase-baby." Tony excused himself, leaving me and my lover. "I think you should put some clothes on, Brad." "But all I have is the harness, I came in, Chase." "No. I packed some clothes for you, in the toy bag." "How toughtful." Not only did my lover take the extra sack of clothes out of the toybag, but helped me remove the harness. "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiih! Gnnnnhhh! Ohhhhh wow!" "What do you expect, Blockhead? That harness had been strangling your cock and balls for the better part of almost two hours!" "Whew!" "Too much for you, Brad?" "Oh no. Not in the least, Chase-baby. I.. I just feel like I want to shoot my wad!" "Can you save it for.... later, Brad?" I couldn't turn my Chase-baby down, after the insinuation. He held up the shirt, for me to feed my arms into the sleeves, then reached around from the back and as if buttoning up the shirt, in front of his own chest, he buttoned me up. "Oops! One off, Chase-baby!" "Fix it yourself, Blockhead!" I laughed along with him, as we both walked the hallway, heading for the diningroom. The four of us shared a wonderful evening, drinking wine, putting away a most delicious dish, concocted of a rank of lamb and some type of blueberry sauce. "Thank you for the recipe, Chase." "No problem, Bobby. There's plenty of recipes in the blueberry cookbook, when you're ready to try something else." While Chase and Bobby talked 'Martha Stewart', or more precise, 'Linda Dannenberg', referring to the 'True Blueberry' cookbook, Tony and I talked 'bdsm' shop. "Yeah, I can almost get the candle in my navel. Look, I'll show you Brad." "Um, Tony? You're at the table?" Brad but in, excusing himself for interrupting the conversation with Chase. It disturbed me too, as Brad broke into our conversation, as Tony had blown out one of the candles, extracted it from the glass candleholder, held his buttoned shirt up and jabbed his navel with the bottom of the candle. It made my loins stir, to say the least. "Sorry, Bobby. I apologize, Chase." "No problem, Bobby." His last comment of atonement, came as a surprise, as well, "Sorry 'bout that, Brad," he said, lighting the candle and putting it back in it's holder. Bobby went on to say, "I don't know about these college jocks. No refinement, whatsoever!" "Like you haven't been there, Bobby?" I joked, kidded, tried to be funny, however that's not the reply that came back to me. "No, Bradford!" Bobby said seriously. "I was 'never' like that in college." Chase looked up at me, wiping his lips with the linen napkin, giving me some type of 'eye body language'. "Oh, well sorry Bobby. I didn't mean anything by it." "That's the problem with the world, Bradford. People are always stereotyping others, instead of finding out them. You know we're all different?" I got another look from Chase, but I was already way ahead of both of them. After Tony's revelation to me, in the jon, I had already committed my next time at the office, to observing Bobby and how he reacted with the other employees. Something had given me the incentitive to find out what 'made Bobby tick'. I had also mentioned to Tony something about his relationship with Bobby and mistakenly had thought about it only being based on their bdsm play. I now found out for sure that that wasn't the case. Tony comes out with, "Um, Bobby, I think you're coming on a little strong here, with Brad. How about cutting him a break?" "You're right, Tony," Bobby replied, smiling, then saying to me, "Sorry Brad. I did speak a little too quickly." Another look from Chase, had me telling Bobby to forget it. The rest of our evening went on very nonchallantly. After the main meal, we had dessert, stood in the livingroom, had apertifs, danced alittle to the slow music. When Tony switched to some BeeGee's disco CD's, he cut in on Chase and he and I did some John Travolta moves to 'Stayin' Alive' and 'Jive Talkin'. It had to me after midnight before Chase and I departed, as Tony and Bobby stood outside on the balcony, wishing us a good evening, even though we lived a feet down the hallway, next door. % continued......... Copyright 2005 Bradford D. Bigelow All Rights Reserved. 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