Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 13:56:01 -0800 (PST)
From: survivalgame <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas seven - eight - nine - ten

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 depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene 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 state and countries, you are not allowed
to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"A 'Nature Walk' Christmas" seven - eight -nine - ten
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Looks like this snowfall puts a damper on this
morning's nature walk!"

"Hee heee... like I didn't want to do it anyway, Beary?"

"Oh? And I thought it was you, Steve that talked all
week about looking forward to getting some more
exercise?"

Barry pinched his lover's `inch' where his dark blonde
trail met his bellyhole.

"I wasn't meaning anything about the weight."

"So, what's got you so set against this morning's
nature walk?"

After breaking into a smile, Steve admits, "I guess
I'm all hyper about our first Christmas together."

"Me too, especially in our first home, with our first
Christmas tree, Steve."

"Which reminds me, Barry. When are we getting it?"

"I think tomorrow would be safe. Oh, by the way, you
didn't see the box marked, `kids ornaments', when we
unpacked, did you?"

"No. You have some of those too?" Steve asked, as his
finger painted lazy little circles on Barry's hairy
chest.

"Yep. I remember one that Chad had made. It was so
sweet. When we first adopted Philip, he brought it
home and said it was for his new little brother."

"Yeah, that's what's so special about things that kids
make."

Suddenly Steve grew quiet.

"What's the matter babe?" Barry asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Nothing sure seems like something. C'mon now Steve.
Lighten your burden. That's what I'm here for."

"It's Seb."

"Your ex?"

"Yeah. I was just thinking about how he messed with
Sean, even during Christmas time and Sean never came
to me to tell me what was going on."

"Steve," Barry turned the tables on him, returning the
chest rubbings, "that was long ago. Those days are
gone, plus don't you think Sean is happy now?"

"Sure. I really can't believe how happy he is with
Jacq and...."

"And what Steve?"

"Barry, I really worried about Sean and this bdsm
stuff. I was so afraid that he would get in over his
head with it. Get hurt or something worse."

"But that's not going to happen now, Steve."

"I know. I guess I should be thankful, instead of
thinking about it in the worst way."

"Exactly. I mean," Barry starts getting a little giddy
about it, "If I were you, I'd be more worried about
me!"

"You, Barry? How so?"

Steve left it wide open for Barry to grasp both of
Steve's nips and twist them up!

"Ooooooooooooh!"

%

"Hey Aidan!"

"What Phil?"

"Look! It's snowing out!"

"How come it couldn't snow two days ago when we had
school!"

"I don't know. Let's go tell our dads!"

"Yeah!"

However, the boys never made it that far. Hightailing
it out of their `bungalow', they saw the pullout sofa
opened.

"Who's that, Phil?"

"Chad'n'Matty!"

Upon closer examination, they found Chad snuggled up
to Matty's back. Half of their bodies had been under
the blanket, but from what could tell, they at least
had their shirts stripped.

"Hey, Aidan. Look!"

Aidan gave Philip an evil grin back, when they saw
Chad's bare foot sticking out from under the blanket.
The two little devils prepared for some meany
tickling. They watched, as Aidan's first tickle made
one of Chad's feet scratch the other.

"Too bad we don't have a feather, " Philip whispers to
Aidan.

"Yeah, but watch this."

Taking Chad's sneaker, they held it up to Matty's
nose.

They started giggling so much that Aidan lost his grip
and dropped the sneaker right in Matty's face.

"What tha?"

They found out that at least Matty had his briefs on,
as he chased the two screaming kids all over the
house. When Chad got wise to why Matty wasn't in bed
next to him, he helped corner the two, as they ran
around and around the entrance and exit, through the
dining room and kitchen, as if on a track.

"Gotcha! What's the offense this time, Matty?"

"Stuck your raunchy sneaker in my face while I was
sleeping!"

"Told ya, Aidan," Philip confessed, "that we shoulda
kept on tickling Chad's foot!"

"Aha!" Chad shouted, at the slipping of the other
mischievous detail.

"I say we make them walk the plank. You, Chad?"

"Nah, that's too good for them. I say we make them our
slaves!"

Matty likes that idea. Right away they put the boys to
work making, having them make breakfast.

"Chad, how do you break an egg?"

"You squirts don't know how to break an egg?" Matty
asks.

"Nope," Aidan informs them. "Somebody else always did
it for us."

"I can't believe you don't know how to break an egg,
Aidan," Philip says.

"Well here. You do it then, Phil!"

Philip steps up to the twelve pack and withdraws an
egg.

"Oops!" He says, when the whole egg cracks, shell and
all sliding into the bowl.

"First of all," Matty instructs them, now wearing an
apron, "you don't break an egg like that. You take a
knife and tap it lightly like this, at the same time,
not breaking it into the main bowl."

Matty makes the most perfect incision, with a steak
knife.

"But we're not supposed to play with knives," Philip
tells him.

"When did your dad tell you that tell you that?" Chad
asked his bro, "When you were a little squirt?"

"Three I think."

Chad laughs, saying, "Well, you're eleven. I think
you've just graduated to `Knives 101'!"

So, for the next eleven eggs, Matty instructed the two
on how to properly break an egg.

"Now what do we do with all these eggs, Matty?"

"Um, good question, dah!"

Aidan comes up with a brilliant idea.

"We can make hard-boiled eggs out of them!"

Chad bawls him out, "Think again, doofus. They have to
be in their shells."

"Maybe we can put them back together and duct tape
them up?" Philip adds.

"I don't believe we came from the same father," Chad
tells Philip.

"We didn't. We're adopted, remember?"

"I guess that's one good thing about being adopted,"
Chad tells them.

However, Philip takes his brother's arm, hugging it
and replies, "Still, we're both gay, right Chad?"

"Yeah. We are Squirt."

A `Kodak moment' takes place, as Chad hugs his eleven
year old brother.

"Ain't that sweet," Aidan teases them.

"Hey guys!"

"Well, look what the blizzard blew in."

"Hey, Diego want to make a snowman with us?"

"Yeah, but I need something to eat first."

"Didn't your daddies get you something to eat?"

"Nah. They're too busy in bed and we don't have no
more Cap'n Crunch."

"We've got plenty of eggs," Philip tells the ten year
old."

"I don't like eggs."

"C'mon Preppy, let's disguise the eggs," Matty tells
his lover, on the sly.

"I'll get the `Joy of Gay Sex'... I mean `Joy of
Cooking'," Chad goofs, accidentally on purpose.

"I like your first choice better, Preppy."

"Yeah, but we don't need a book for you to pleasure
me!"

How right Chad was, as Matty hugs him, his hands
invading the rear of the white apron he was wearing.

"If the squirts catch us, you know what that means,
Matty?"

"Yeah. You're right. Wait till I get you home,
Preppy!"

"By the way, I wonder how Miguel made out."

"Yeah, see that. You got me so excited, Preppy, that I
forgot all about them."

"I wonder if anybody we know is on duty at the
hospital."

"Better wait for a `Godly' hour."

"Right. Why did those squirts have to wake us up so
early, Matty?"

"Probably because we `trespassed' on `their turf'?"

"Yeah. Wait until they're on `our' turf."

"Hey, wouldn't that be cool to have them over for a
pajama party, Preppy?"

"Yeah. Would be cool. Spoil them with pizza and banana
splits. Just like kids of our own, huh Matty?"

"Yeah. Can you imagine us having two little boys to
spoil?"

"I think it would be kind of fun. Not yet though."

"Right. I think we're kind of young. Give it a couple
of years."

"At least until I'm out of college."

"Yeah. Can't wail till you breed me, Preppy."

"Breed you, Matty? I breed you every night. I can't
help it if the seed doesn't take!"

"Um, did you find that recipe for pancakes yet?"

%

Before Gary Roberts' eyes had been popped open for the
first time this a.m., the phone was ringing off the
hook.

"Wanna get that Mike?" he called out, from underneath
the pillow. Hauling his head out, he looked next to
himself, replying out loud, "Oh, forgot you had to get
up." He reached for the phone, saying, "Hello? Oh
Mike, yeah I was just talking to you.... I know you're
there and not here!"

On the other end, Mike chatted with his lover.

"Oh, I remember. It's getting slippery out there? No,
I thought I'd step out for a little Christmas
shopping, that's all.... What?,,,  It wasn't?...  Bug
spray?.... Well, I guess it could've been worse... yeah,
I remember he's coming..... okay.... Miss you too...bye."

Getting out of bed, the thirty-six year old shrink
went to rub up and down his dark-haired body. He
stopped, feeling the crusty sex from past night.

"Ugh," He sighed, as he headed to the private jon.

After pissing, he set the shower in motion. Dousing
himself under the hot and cold jets, he scrubbed up a
lather. He sighed, as he cleansed every inch of his
body. One thing he missed when Mike set off for work
early in the morning, was their long showers. It had
to suffice, to have his own hands clean away the dried
goo from his stomach and pubes. Grimacing, he swabbed
the lather around his ass chute. Out loud, he thought,
"Oh man, what got into you last night, Mike," when he
felt his bruised hole. Then his memory shot backwards
in time, the moment Mike's 9c was stuffed in there,
massaging his hole so nicely!

"Hey, Unca Gary?"

"I think he's in the shower, Zach."

"Okay, we'll need to make a corporate decision on our
own, then Patrick."

"I'd say stick with the cold cereal."

"Yeah. Unca Gary can scrounge for something hot on his
own, if he wants it."

"I thought Mike did all the cooking?"

"Yeah. Maybe we should make something hot, like
oatmeal. Even when Unca Gary uses the recipe, it comes
out horrendous!"

"You don't have to remind me, Zach. I remember the
first breakfast he cooked for me."

Both guys stick their tongues out, inserting their
index finger, as if they're trying to make themselves
vomit.

%

All it took was Connor to roll over onto his stomach,
sacked out on the sofa, to cause Jim to roll over the
edge of no return.

"Oooowhooooaowwwwch!"

As if looking over the edge of a cliff, Connor asked,
"What are you doing down there?"

"Waiting for you to throw me a rope."

"Don't feel much like jacking off!"

"Not `that' kind of rope!"

"I know. Here, take this."

Reaching out, taking Connor's hand, Jim gave a big
pull.

"Whoooooooa!" Connor called out, as he tumbled off the
sofa, like a hot dog rolling out of a bun.

"Hey, can't you guys keep it down?"

Crawling, like dogs, to the end of the sofa, the two
bare-assed high school jocks look into the recliner
chair where Jason  Tournier sat last night. Instead of
him, the two twenty-one year olds, Albert Alberghetti
and Novak Jezioranski, lay totally in the buff.
Sometime during the night, like had happened with
Connor and Jim, somebody had covered them with a
blanket. However, the blanket had slipped off to the
side of the double-seated recliner and they could see
Albert's paunchy stomach plastered up against Novak's
solid abs.

Picking up the blanket, in a wad, Jim throws it on top
of them, saying "Cover up that nudity. Whatdya think
this is, a porno studio?"

Throwing it back, Albert bosses, "Use it on
yourselves, peewees!"

Tossing it back, Jim and Connor make like horses
rushing for the watering hole and hightail it away
from there. They then come face to face with Maury,
holding a tray of orange juice glasses.  Almost
underneath the tray, both jock's heads come inches
from Maury's hairy crotch.

Maury jokes, "If you want it, go for it, but there's
plenty of orange juice for all!"

Since Maury can't see below the tray and the two jocks
know it, Connor wets his fingertip with a gob of spit.
He touches Maury's cockhead.

"Whatha!" He shouts out, backing up, almost spilling
the tray OJ glasses.

Jim and Connor then get up, helping themselves to the
breakfast refreshment. They also help themselves to
the picture of Maury serving the two in the recliner.
>From the floor, the scene painted a much different
picture. Now they could look upon the two, seeing
Albert, his stocky body, all hairy, portraying the
dark brown chest and stomach, giving him the perfect
description of the term, `cub'. As with Albert,
Novak's chest is covered with a forest of hair,
looking darker than black against his fair skin,
unlike Albert's brown fur. A tight trail divides his
abs. Both sport nice endowments.

"Don't spill it on me Novak of else you'll be licking
me off," Albert warns.

"Hmm," Novak replies, holding his juice glass above
Albert's pubes, in a tempting gesture.

"That's not all you'll be licking off, if you spill
that, Novak!" Maury tells him.

"Oops!" Novak says, as he unintentionally drips a
drop.

Without the asking, he moves in the chair, setting his
tongue of the spot above Albert's soft 8c.

"Novak, what'd I tell you?"

"Sorry, Maury... I mean Professor Passat!" Novak
apologized, making sure he sucked every little drip of
OJ from Albert's hairy pubes.

"Get the camera. I think this would make a good porn
movie," Jim suggests.

"Yeah," Albert picks up on, "except we'll use `real'
juice!"

Albert picks up his soft shaft and points it towards
Novak's mouth. It hits him in the nose.

Interrupting, Connor asks, "Hey, what happened to
Jason and Bryan?"

"Jason left earlier. Bryan hung around awhile to
chat," Maury informed them.

Leaving Novak to suck up to Albert, the three went in
the kitchen.

"Failed attempt, huh Maury?"

Knowing what Connor insinuates, Maury replies,
"Happens sometimes."

"At least you found a match for Albert," Jim observes.

"Right. Didn't think I'd ever find the perfect match
for my cuzz. Sure took long enough, though and the
planning!"

Maury wiped his brow with his hairy forearm.

"What kind of planning do you mean, Maury?"

"Well, of course I have to find the guy that I think
is suited for Albert, then work it out where they
`accidentally' meet?"

"How did you find out about Novak, Maury?"

"Yeah," Connor adds to Jim's inquiry, "how did you
know he was....um...."

"Subservient?" Maury fills in the blank.

"Yeah, exactly," Connor agrees with the definition.

"Tested him."

"Like, how," Jim asks.

"Well, you see, this is how I got him started. At the
end of one of my classes, I asked Novak if he wouldn't
mind going to the cafeteria and filling up my coffee
mug."

"And did he?" Jim asks.

"Yes. I offered to pay for it, of course. Then, the
second class, I asked the same thing."

"And did he?"

"Yes. Now, the third time, I catch Novak on his way
out, I say, `Um, what about my coffee, Novak?'"

"You didn't ask him, Maury? You more `told' him?"

"Right. It's like Albert would do, dictate to a guy."

"And did he fall for it?"

"Yep. He takes my ceramic mug and comes back with a
hot cup."

"But wouldn't it be cold by the time he comes back?"

"I had the same question for him. He said he got it in
a Styrofoam cup and transferred it."

"Smart thing to do," Jim said.

Connor returns to the original theme, "So, then what
happened?"

"So one of the last tests I gave Novak, was when he
left the class. I went to the door, making sure nobody
else was around and kind of nastily shouted... well, not
shout shout...."

"We know what you mean."

"I said out loud, `Hey, what about my coffee,
Jerzioranski?"

"Damn, that's nasty," Jim told Maury, about using that
tone of voice.

"Yeah, but the thing is, Novak comes back, apologizing
and saying stuff about how he's sorry and should have
`offered'," Maury told the two.

"So, that's how you figured he was the right one for
Albert?"

"Who knows? The only way to find out, is try it."

"So, you think they are meant for each other, Maury?"

"It's a start. Whether they hang in there, depends on
them."

"Let me ask you something, Maury."

"What's that Jim... um, you guys want some coffee?"

Connor looks at Jim, shrugs his shoulders, then
replies, "Sure. I'm not a regular drinker, but I'll
try some."

Jim goes along with the decision.

"So, what's your question, Jim?"

"Do you think Connor and I are made for each other?"

Thinking he might have gotten rapped in the teeth for
the question, Jim waits for it to pan out.
However, he's surprised by Connor's response.

"Hey, yeah. What do you think, Maury?"

Smiling, Jim is more relieved that Connor's
entertained by the thought, as well.

"You know, you two have got me baffled."

"Why, Maury?"

"Well, I don't come across too many guys that are...
what are you seventeen?"

"We're both eighteen," Jim answers.

Connor reveals, "But I'm almost eighteen."

"Yeah. I'm almost a year older," Jim tells him.

"Regardless," Maury continues with his assessment,
"two guys your age, that seem to show a genuine
affection for each other, is not seen too often. Most
guys your age that think they are in love... real love,
are in it only for the sex."

"Hmm...."

"What Jim?"

"I think I've found another flaw in you, Maury."

"Oh? And how does that go, Jim?"

"I'm only in it for the hot sex!"

"Maury, do me a favor?"

"Sure, Connor. Name it."

"You hold Jim and I'll work him over?"

"You got it!"

"Now wait a minute fellas...." Jim says, backing off
from the two, even though the three take it as a joke.

Maury and Connor follow through, Maury putting his
arms up and under Jim's pits. Clasping his hands
behind Jim's neck, he holds him in a nonagressive full
nelson. Being that Jim's arms are away from his body,
gives his lover the opportunity to place both hands on
the ribs imprinted on his body. Softly, Connor coats
Jim's body with his palms.

"Is he getting hard?" Maury asks.

"'Getting', yeah!" Connor tells him.

Feeling something from behind, Jim says, "I'm not the
`only' one getting hard here, guys!"

It's then that Maury realizes his cock is not just
rigid, but making an imposition on Jim's ass.

Loosening his grip on Jim, Maury, red-in-the-face,
backs off, straight-faced, says, "Hey, I'm truly
sorry."

Turning, Jim looks upon Maury. The two grin at the
thirty-four year old. Looking upon the six foot, one
inch, hundred and ninety-four pound man, they now look
lower, taking in the view of the expanding nine inch
nail.

"Ooooh, I'm awfully sorry guys. I swear, I never
intended to do anything....I...."

"Take it easy, Maury. We know you couldn't help it,"
Connor tells him.

"But, I wasn't.... oh shit, guys, this is so
embarrassing!"

At first, Connor and Jim thought Maury was joking, but
now they perceived the sincerity of the moment, when
left standing alone, in the kitchen, they saw Maury
high tail it out of there, headed out the door towards
the pool.

"Touchy, wouldn't you say, Connor?"

"No, Jim. I think the guy is shy and we just handled
things the wrong way. C'mon!"

When the two reached the pool, Maury's body floated,
faced down, like doing the `dead man's float'. They
both go to jump in, Connor placing his hand on Jim's
chest.

"Remember your hand, Jim," Connor cautioned him.

"To hell with the hand!"

Jumping in, right after Connor, the two swim over to
the motionless body, still buoying on their waves.

"I'm okay," came the reply from the `dead man afloat'.

"Whew! Don't scare us like that, Maury!" Connor told
him, taking half of his body, half of his chest up, to
hug him.

Taking the other side of Maury's chest, Jim embraced
him. Picture the thirty-something year old, embracing
a seventeen and eighteen year old, in the middle of a
swimming pool. Suddenly there's a huge splash, a wave
of water sauntering over Connor's and Jim's backs.

"Albert, you dog!" Maury calls out.

Into the deep end, they look fast enough, to see Novak
making the most perfect dive. Albert and Novak swim
over to where the trio stand, water up to their pecs.
Maury's arms open, as he turns Jim and Connor out. His
arms still stretch along the teens' backs, his palms
resting on their torsos.

"You look comfortable, Uncle Maury."

"Just hangin' with my buds, Albert!"

"You're twice their age, Uncle Maury."

Novak to the rescue, replies, "So what. My older
brother once had a younger boy....um...."

"You're brother is gay, too?" Albert asks.

"Yeah. Nothing wrong with that," Novak tells him.

"Damn, Albert," Jim relays, "you make it sound like
it's something dirty or something!"

"Nah, weird is more like it. I figured if somebody's
gay, it's only one to a family, or something like
that."

"Did you ever think about us, Albert?"

"You and me, Uncle Maury?" Albert replies, then after
getting the `family' connection, realizes the truth.
"Hey yeah. We're like in the same family, aren't we
Uncle Maury?"

"Yeah and I think your unkind remark deserves
punishment! Get him!"

Maury led the pack, in swimming towards Albert.
Catching up with the twenty-one year old, he jumped
right on top of him, submerging him. Then pulled him
up and out of the water.

"You almost drowned me!"

"Me? Drown the college jock, who used to be the water
sprite when he was two years old?"

Novak, Connor and Jim formed a half circle around the
two rough-housers.

"I didn't start swimming till I was three, so there!"
the cub told his uncle off.

"Big difference. You still can swim rings around all
of us put together, Albert."

"Owch!"

Suddenly Maury let go of Albert.

"You okay, Uncle Maurice?" Albert called out.

"Yeah, you know."

To the three, Albert did seem to know and quickly
changed positions with his uncle, winding his arm
around the back of his uncle and helping him out of
the water. The other three tried to help, Connor
taking on Maury's other side.

"What's the matter, Maury?"

"Old war injury."

"What war was that?" Novak asks.

"The war on old age!"

%

"Hey Billy, guess what I just saw?"

"What's that Dave?"

"Chance Adams fraternizing with Dr. Hannon."

"Damn, you think Dr. Hannon's one of them?"

"Why else would Adams be talking with another man? All
them faggots are the same. They only talk to their own
kind."

"So, you think Dr. Hannon's one of those damn faggot's
too?"

"Gotta be. Why else would he be laughing and having a
good time with Adams?"

"Yeah, well I think we should find out for sure before
we add him to the list."

"We'll wait for awhile, but you watch, Hannon's one of
them. I got a hunch and I know I'm right."

"Oh, and while you're at it, I saw these two college
jocks hanging out together at the park and guess
what?"

"What?"

"They've been doing faggot stuff together."

"Like what?"

"They didn't think I was in the bushes spying on them.
I saw them kissing."

"Shit! That's fucking disgusting. Oh man what the fuck
is happening to this world?"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"So, did you get any names?"

"First names. One was a `Bryan' and the other `Apito'
or `Pito' or something. Some kind of spic name."

"Hmm.... We gotta find out who they are, Billy."

"I know. Get rid of all the faggots in this town, once
and for all, Dave."

"Have you heard from your cop friend? Is he in on this
with us?"

"Yeah, Chambers says he's interested. In fact, he says
he's gotten to know a couple of faggot cops. Says
he'll have a couple of names to add to our list,
soon."

"Hell yeah! Clean out the fuckin' vermin!"

"Yeah, but not jump the gun."

"Yeah, you're right Billy. All that trouble we went to
torch the spic's house and look, the faggots are still
contaminating the planet!"

"We better wait till your cousin gets that special
room ready. When will that be, Dave?"

"He says he'll have it ready by New Year's Eve. Yeah,
plans on inviting a few of his buddies over for a good
time."

"Guess we can't disappoint him, can we?"

"Yeah and hey, Billy?"

"What?"

"If you can get him some cops to work over, one of his
buddies would like that! The guy hates cops,
especially faggot cops."

"And you and me take on those college jocks?"

"Hell yeah, Billy! Man, would feel so hot workin' over
a couple of jocks!"

Even though it had been early morning, the two
firemen, hanging at Billy's place, kept on putting
away the two six packs of beer, talking over their
plans to rid their immediate world of `faggots'!


%

"Um, Miguel, Officer Sanchez is here to ask you some
questions?" Alberto addressed his son, tapping him on
the shoulder.

Looking like he has not slept for days, slumped over,
Miguel Cruz picks his face out of his cupped hands.
For hours, he has vigilantly waited for his lover to
wake up, in the chair next to the bed.

"I... I swear I didn't mean to rough up Dr. Hannon,
officer. I only...."

"Whooooa, wait a minute. Don't go shooting your mouth
off, or I'll have to get a warrant for your arrest!"
Officer Sanchez warned Miguel, smiling.

"You mean, you're not arresting me, um... Dr. Hannon
didn't?"

"Officer Riley Sanchez," the cop officer handed him
his hand, "and no, Miguel. I'm here to ask you some
questions about the fire."

It's been a long night for Miguel, the twenty-one year
old having been sedated at the scene, then carted
away. Upon waking in the early morning hours, he took
over for Bernice, whom had sat with Juan, since they
brought him out of the ICU.
Still in the hospital clothed in the hospital gown,
Miguel rubbed his stubble, as he thought about the
police officer being there.

"Yeah, alright. I can tell you what I know, but it
isn't much."

"Something you say might be helpful. It might contain
a clue that one of the others have forgotten."

"I see what you mean. That's cool," Miguel replied to
Officer Sanchez.

Not only did he think the plan of questioning more
rationale than five minutes beforehand, but he found
the police officer attractive to his senses.

"Let's see. I have you down here as twenty-one years
old."

"Si."

"Five, ten and a hundred and seventy-eight pounds?"

"Um, do I look it?" Miguel said.

Holding the hospital gown to his sides, Miguel wanted
to press the point of his sleek physique.

"That's why I'm repeating the... um... questions," then
gesturing with his hand, as he eyed Miguel up and
down, "to make sure everything is... um, correct."

In a way, Officer Sanchez was glad of the opportunity
to have a reason to look upon Miguel. Even though it
wasn't as revealing to look upon the younger Latino,
with the hospital skivvies, he did get some kind of
picture, with it's revealing low neck line. He could
tell that most likely Miguel's chest had been covered
with dark brown hair and the sleeveless arms showed
his pits overflowing with thick tufts. He even got a
couple of twitches from his crotch, with Miguel's
hairy forearms. Miguel sitting once more, he picked up
on the hairy legs. Officer Sanchez admitted to himself
that this was going to be one helluva tough interview.

"So, I answered the door and there was Matty Bridges,
standing there."

"Okay, now what did Matty tell you?"

"He said something like his truck wouldn't turn over,
Chad was waiting for him and would I give him a jump."

"So you left right away with him?"

"No. You see, Juan and I were..... I mean.... I had to go
get some clothes on."

Officer Sanchez smiled, finishing his notes on that
detail.

"So, you went and got dressed, am I correct?"

"Si."

"Did you have to go far to get dressed, Miguel?"

"Upstairs. Juan was there in the bed waiting for.... I
mean."

Giggling, Sanchez apologized, "Sorry, Miguel. I'm not
trying to make fun of you or anything. If what I'm
picking up here is true.... Well, please don't take my
next question on the offensive, if I'm wrong, but are
you and Juan gay?"

"Um..... Si, but...."

"Don't worry. It's not going in my report here. That
fact is strictly personal and just as a coincidence, I
am too, if it makes any difference."

To Miguel it did seem to make an impact. It did tell
him that the police officer `was' feeling something,
as the college student explained the reasoning behind
his being twenty pounds less than what the police
report stated. It confirmed his assumptions that
Office Sanchez did have a bulge in his crotch and that
it wasn't that he had to go take a piss! He smiled at
the police officer, after coming to all these
conclusions.

"What?" Officer Sanchez inquired, as if he was being
grilled.

"I knew you had to be."

Sanchez knew how Miguel knew. Deliberately he moved
around on the chair, rearranging his cock and balls,
which drew a big smile on Miguel's face, temporarily
erasing thoughts of his lover lying in bed.

"Okay, so now that we got that out of the way, you
want to continue?"

Now that Miguel knew the facts, he wasn't afraid to
tell it like it is.

"So, when Matty rang the bell, me and my boy were in
bed, so I grabbed my shorts and went to the door. I
went back upstairs to get dressed."

"Did Juan get dressed?"

"No. He was still... um, you know.... Like still, well you
know Officer Sanchez."

"Riley."

"Que?"

"My name's Riley."

As if he felt a connection, Miguel did something he
rarely did. He shook the officer's hand.

"Good to meet you, Riley."

"You're sweating."

"Huh?"

"No need to be nervous, Miguel. All we're trying to
find out are facts about how your house started
afire."

"I'm worried about my boy."

Smiling, he said off the record, "I can see that
there's much love here."

"Yeah. You know we wanted to get married."

"And you will," Riley put his one hand on Miguel's two
hands, as if a priest blessing the marriage.

"I....I hope my boy doesn't....."

Next thing Riley knew, his note pad was on the floor
and he held the twenty-one year old in his arms, as he
wept.

"Hey, hey now, Miguel. Like you, Juan looks like a
strong guy."

"Juan is my life. You ever have a man that meant that
much to you, Riley?"

Thinking about it, the thirty year old police officer
summed it up as, "It's been a long time."

"You don't have anyone now?" Miguel asked, backing
away from Riley.

Miguel's episode of flowing tears came to an end.

"Nah."

"So, you live by yourself?"

Riley didn't want to spill out his whole life story,
but he could see that talking about himself, seemed to
put a damper on Miguel's sad thoughts.

"Yes I do. Seems like all of a sudden I have an empty
house. You see, my parents both passed on almost one
after the other."

"Hey, I'm sorry man."

"Not recently, but it did leave me with the burden of
taking care of my two brothers. However, one is off to
college and the other one found himself a...."

Riley smiled, thinking of unveiling another family
secret.

"Found himself a partner."

"He's gay, too?"

"Yeah. In fact, you might catch him around here, being
that he's a nurse."

"I thought I saw a hot Rican not long ago, in the
hallway."

"I think there's more than one `Rican' working here,
so watch out who's ass you pinch, Miguel!"

At least Miguel could force a little smile, at Riley's
joke.

"So, your brother find a good man, Riley?"

"I've met him a couple of times. He's a doctor, here
on staff."

Miguel jokes, "'Mucho dinero'," rubbing his thumb over
his index and third finger.

"He is also establishing a good reputation for himself
here, considering he's not a full-fledged doctor yet."
Winking, Riley also says, "Good lookin' Italian, too!"

Thinking of what Riley has just said about his
brother's lover, Miguel looks upon Juan.

With a hand to Miguel's forearm, Riley shares, "He's
going to be alright."

"I hope so," Miguel replies.

"That's all any of us can do, Miguel, is hope."

"My real mama used to say that it helps to pray. What
do you think, Riley?"

"Probably wouldn't hurt." He returned, with a smile.

"You're a good man. I can tell," Miguel complimented
the policeman.

"Thanks, but hey, I better be going. Anything else you
remember?"

"Si, gasoline."

"What about it?"

"When I walked out of the house, to take Matty back to
his car, I smelled gasoline. At the time, I thought it
was from my own car, but the odor was strong."

"Good that you mention that, Miguel."

"Oh?"

"Yes. We're getting more and more of a big picture of
how your house caught on fire."

"How?"

"Well, from Detective Miller's investigation,
everything is pointing towards arson."

"You mean some bastard set our house on fire? Somebody
wanted to kill Juan?"

"Yeah and the sad fact is, we think they wanted to
kill you too, Miguel."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Do you have any known enemies?"

"No. Juan and me; we love everybody."

Riley smiled when the twenty-one year old said it so
tenderly. One good thing was coming out of this
investigation, the friendship he wanted to develop
with Miguel and eventually, Juan.

"I guess that wraps it up for me, Miguel."

"I hope you catch the fuckin' bastards who try to burn
my Juan."

"There are a lot of detectives assigned to your case,
Miguel. You can believe that soon we'll find out who
did this and prosecute them."

Miguel smiled, as Riley got up, fixed his police hat
on his head.

"Nice uniform."

"Thanks. By the way, Miguel, I hope you don't think
I'm being nervy, since I've just met you, but if you
need a place to stay, it's only me."

Miguel smiled, asking, "Wonder if you can do me a
favor, since you have connections with the hospital."

"Sure," Riley replied, smiling at how Miguel put it.

"Do you think you can contact this brother of yours
and have him find out what they did with my clothes?"

"No problem," Riley replied, with a wink and a smile,
as he closed the door behind himself.

First thing Riley had to do, is find the jon. His
crotch was bugging himself something fierce and he
didn't mean it as having to take a leak, either!

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"You boys are up awfully early."

"Well, even though it's snowing, I figured I'd take
Patrick on the nature walk. We just got back."

"They're still had it, even with this morning's snow,
Zach?" his uncle asked.

"Oh sure. As I understand it, sometimes not even a
blizzard will stop it."

"Tell Unca Gary what we saw," Patrick told Zach.

"Oh yeah. Last night Miguel Cruz's house burned to the
ground."

"Oh, so that's what the excitement was last night."

"We heard it, too," Zach added.

"From the bedroom window, Mike thought he saw a glow
coming from that area of the neighborhood."

Zach says, trying to be funny, "I bet Mike thought it
was a UFO, huh?"

"Or two?" Mike's lover seconded the goofing on.

Patrick added, seriously, "Well, there's not much left
of the place. And you can't set foot on the property.
They have it all roped off with yellow tape."

"I wonder if Bernice knows anything about this. Excuse
me, boys. I have someone coming over and oh, you boys
need to be around."

"Us, Unca Gary?"

"No, if you have to be at the store, Zach, you don't,
but Patrick needs to be around. Listen, I'm giving
Bernice a quick call, then hitting the shower and oh,
there's some eggs and bacon on the stove."

"Busy guy," Patrick said to Zach, once Gary left the
room. "I wonder why he needs me around?"

"Probably something about you being here in the first
place."

"I guess. Zach, do you have to go to work today?"

"Must, however I'm going to review the hours and see
if I can come up with at least a part time job for
you."

"For me, Zach? You would do that for me?" Patrick's
eyes lit up with glee.

"Hey, I sense that you're still not getting it
Patrick."

"Getting what, Zach?"

Closing in on the eighteen year old, Zach puts his
hands on his arms, then brings his body closer.

"Patrick, before you went away... before that fateful
day that you had been taken away from me.... Well,
Patrick, I had already made up my mind that you are
the only guy for me. I mean, I could have fucked
around after you were gone, but instead decided that
you're the only guy for me. Patrick, I hope you learn
to love me as much as I love you...."

"But I do love you, Zach."

"Then you need to let go and let me help you. But not
that you owe me something back. You need to accept
that I do things for you because...."

Then the twenty-two year old began to get misty-eyed.

"I love you so very much."

With a good deal of his love spent `unloved', Patrick
could see that Zach meant business. For the first time
in his life, Patrick could feel what another human
being was feeling. Up until now, Zach had taken the
lead by which their relationship had melded. As if he
had grown up in three minutes, something snapped
within. With hand moving towards Zach, from torso, up,
Patrick's fingertips skimmed his lover's chin. Feeling
a great deal of love surge through his veins, he moved
his mouth towards Zach's. Their lips met. At the same
time, Zach begin to feel the magic of love returned to
him. He got all tingly inside. At first he thought of
himself as the counterpart of the relationship that
claims the other individual. Now all that had
evaporated. The feeling to top, to claim, to master,
to be the dominant half, fizzled out. To Zach's
senses, he now envisioned Patrick as the top, the
master of claiming.

At the same moment, Gary had shown up at the kitchen
door, half-naked, a towel draped around his torso, his
body still wet from the shower. As he was about to
tell Patrick that he would have to have his `papers'
available, someone else spoke. So, Gary waited in the
wings for the conversation to come to a lull.

"I can't wait, Patrick."

"Wait? For what Zach?"

"For tonight."

"Oh? What's happening tonight?"

"I can't wait to get into bed tonight, for you to
claim me, Patrick."

"What do you mean claim you?"

"Patrick, I need you in my life, but not just `there',
if you know what I mean?"

"I do, Zach. Man, I can tell you that I never felt
like an `attachment' to a guy before. I never grew up
with nobody loving me."

"Well, somebody does love you now, Patrick."

"I know and that somebody is you Zach. But what I
wanted to say is.... I never felt like I loved anybody
before, either. When you broke down before, it's like
this laser shot through me. I ain't never felt like
that before. For sure, I didn't think about kissing
any man before."

"But we've kissed, Patrick."

"I know Zach, but all the times we kissed before, it's
been you starting it!"

Gary smiled, as he waited for the conversation to
subside, however as it proceeded, he thought he would
return to the jon, shave, get dressed and then try his
reproach.

"So, Patrick? What do you think about claiming me?"

"What do I have to do? Sign a paper before a judge?"

Giggling, Zach replies, "I guess for the last few
months you've been through plenty of that, Patrick,
but no. Claiming is something between you and I. More
of a personal sense. No paper. No pen. It's when we're
in bed and we both search deep inside each other's
souls...."

Zach didn't have to spell out the rest. Then and
there, Patrick got the idea of the prelude to
claiming, staring into Zach's eyes. As if mesmerized
by the love-light, Patrick began to sense the idea of
claiming, like a song without words. The strangest
feelings began to take hold. Without evening thinking
about it, the teen took hold of Zach and initiated the
kissing. Simultaneously, he pressed his mid-section up
against the twenty-two year old, mashing his growing
erection into Zach's pubes.

"Ooooooh fuck yeah!" Zach called out, breaking off the
kiss and allowing himself to be manhandled.

"I'm still not sure about this claiming stuff, but I
want to do it, Zach."

"Are you really hungry for bacon, Patrick?"

"Yeah. Your bacon!"

In the midst of their special moment, the two broke
for comic relief, before heading upstairs.
While fixing his belt buckle, Gary smiled when he
heard an upstairs bedroom door slam shut!

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"Oh, by the way guys, last night I took the liberty of
telling Aunt Maria that you two would be staying here.
You mind?"

"Not at all, Maury."

"Hey, you know what Maury?"

"What Jim?"

"It's really cool hanging with you."

"Jim's right. I mean, even if the other guys didn't
show last night, I could say we had a cool time."

"Thanks guys. You two are kind of growing on me too,
but don't let me keep you from doing what you would
normally do on a Saturday."

"When it's not too cold out..."

"Or snowing," Jim lets it be known, in addition to
Connor's thoughts.

"Yeah, snowing either, we go on the neighborhood
nature walk."

"I passed by some folks, one Saturday. What's it all
about?"

Connor educates Maury, saying, "It's about meeting
people in the neighborhood and at the same time,
getting some exercise."

"I'm surprised with all the junk food you eat, Maury
that you don't have a bigger gut!"

That statement gets a towel thrown at Jim, who tosses
it back.

"I'll have you know that I swim everyday and you
better watch it jockboy, because I might just
challenge you to a race across the pool and back!"

"Can't. My hand."

"Oh, so I'll take that as a challenge then, Jim?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Well, the way I look at it is that if your hand
wasn't hurting you, you would've accepted my
challenge?"

"I didn't think it sounded that way, did it?" Jim
looks to Connor.

"Yeah, it sounded that way, Jim."

"Hey, who's side are you on, Connor?"

"No problem, guys. I was only kidding about the
challenge anyway, but I'm going to go have a dip right
now, if you're interested?"

%

A knock at the door, brought forwards the words, "Come
in."

Looking at the two in the bed, covers pulled up to
almost their pecs, Gary states, "I suppose
congratulations are in order?"

"Why on earth for, Unca Gary?"

Giggling, Gary tells them, "I didn't mean to drop in
on you two when you chatted, in the kitchen, but I
guess you two being a couple is official?"

"Nosy," Patrick told him.

"Like I was saying, it was an accident, but I can't
help but feel secure knowing that my two boys are
taken care of `for life'."

"Thanks Unca Gary."

"Yeah, thanks from me too," Patrick replies. "I also
want to thank Mike for helping me get here. It was a
really terrible experience being away from you guys."

"Not to mention the little scuffle that took place at
the reform school?"

"Yeah, well, I guess that could happen to anyone."

"Well, in about forty minutes there's a Dr. D'Agostino
coming to the house. Do you think you boys....  I mean
`men' can be showered and dressed, ready to meet him?"

"I think we can arrange that," Zach renders.

"But you have to go to the store, Zach," Patrick says,
some disappointment in his voice.

"Hey, I'm part owener. I can be late!"

Smiling, Gary breaks in, "I take it all the claiming
business has transpired?"

Looking at each other, Zach and Patrick smile.

"I'll take that as a yes. Be ready in forty minutes?"
Gary asks of the two men.

%

"So, what do you have for us, officer?"

Dave and Billy had been waiting for ten minutes for
Reese Chambers, an officer of the WRPD, out back of
the now defunct Old Pine Inn..

Decked out in his police uniform, Officer Chambers
relays to them, using a pad, normally for jotting down
crime notes, "Let's see, I've found out the names of a
few police officers who are gay, a Riley Sanchez, Mike
Green and Green's partner happens to be the
psychiatrist at the hospital, a doctor Gary Roberts."

"Damn, is my cousin going to be happy with that news.
Two cops to have fun playing with at the New Year's
Eve party. How old are they? Do you know, Reese?"

"I don't know their precise ages, but Sanchez looks to
be late twenties, early thirties and Green, between
thirty-five and forty. I'd venture to say more
thirties."

"Damn, that's hot. What kind of build?"

"Sturdy. I've seen both of them in the locker room.
I've only seen Green bare-chested, but Sanchez has
some nice equipment to play with, if you know what I
mean?"

"Hell yeah! My cousin's friends love playing with a
nice set of balls."

With interest, Billy asks, "I overheard some college
jocks in the park...."

Before Billy could finish, Reese reports, turning a
page, "Oh yeah. Pretending to get some information at
the college, I was able to get a look at the records
from the `gay alliance' organization. I was able to
copy down about twenty-five names."

"Shit! Twenty-five hot college jocks to play with?
Fuck, this is gonna be a helluva hot New Year's Eve
party!"

"Um, Dave, how are we going to get all of these guys
to the party?"

"We're leaving that to my cousin. He has friends that
are keen on how to kidnap guys, without leaving a
trace. All our job is, is to provide him with names
and addresses."

"Well," the police officer informant tells them,
"that's the part I still have to work on."

"Don't forget to add Chance Adams to your list,
Reese."

"Oh and about our illustrious fire department, Dave?"

"What about it?"

"Got a tip that the fire chief could be queer."

"Could be is good enough for me, Reese. Put him down
on your list."

"Yeah," Billy agrees, "I'm not too thrilled about him
anyways. Even if he's not gay, there's gotta be a
better fire chief than him. Maybe even you, Dave!"

"Hmm.... Might not be a bad idea. With Chief Johnson out
of the way, I wouldn't mind applying for the job!"

"Um, Dave?"

"Yeah, Billy?"

"Do you think, at the party, I can have Chief Johnson
to play with?"

Reese Chambers asks, "Why you got something against
the guy?"

"Yeah, the chief embarrassed Billy one time in front
of the whole squad."

"Hmm.... I think we can arrange to have him tied up for
your pleasure, Billy. Yeah. You've got'm."

What the three obviously haven't a clue to, is
Detective Wayne Miller, eyeing up the three from the
side of the ridge, surveying the meeting behind the
Old Pine Inn. Something else that distant played a
part in, is Miller, massaging his crotch, with the
binoculars focused on the thirty-seven year old police
officer!

%
%

"Brrrrrrr, it's cold out there!" Little Diego yells
out, the first to make it through the back door.

"Did you boys finish with your snowman?"

"Yeah, dad-Steve," Philip says, "Wanna come outside
and see it?"

"Um, Steve, you want to come here a minute?" Barry
asks him, wiggling his finger to step up to the
window.

After looking out, both dads look at the trio.

"Hey, it wasn't my idea!" Aidan `fessed up.

"Me neither!" Diego replied.

That left the dark blondie in the middle, grinning
from ear to ear.

"Well," Philip goes on to explain, "the snowman didn't
have any undershorts on, so we made him look like he
was real, without!"

"But the carrot I gave you, was supposed to be for his
nose, Philip."

"I knowed that, dad, but the stick looked okay up his
nose."

Steve turns to Barry, smiling, "Let's just be thankful
they built it in the back yard?"

Answering, Barry replied, "Who's ready for some hot
chocolate?"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

%

Miguel, his eyelids heavy, his face sunk back down
into his hands, dozed at the side of the bed. He
didn't take notice right away, when a hand fluffed his
black, unkempt hair.

"Huh?" He said, with a quick reaction of looking up.

In Spanish, half cursing, he exclaimed his excitement
at his lover's awakening. He wanted to reach out and
touch Juan so badly, but knew he couldn't disturb the
square, plastic canopy of breathing air around about
his face. Instead, he pressed the little red button on
the wall. As Dr. Hannon swung the door open, entering,
Miguel thought the worst for himself. However, that
wasn't the reason the doctor brushed by him quickly.

"How long has he been awake?"

"Less than five minutes, Dr. Hannon," Miguel told him,
being more gentle than his last run in with the good
doctor.

"Nurse, lets see if we can remove this oxygen
equipment?"

`Nurse?' Miguel said to himself.

"Excuse me?"

Turning, Miguel gazed upon what had to be Riley
Sanchez's brother. He looked just like him, minus the
couple of inches of height.

"Hey, are you Estefan?"

"That's me, but excuse me a moment."

"Sure, " Miguel paved the way for Estefan to get near
Juan's side.

"How's the throat?" Dr. Hannon asked Juan.

"What's wrong with him? How come he can't talk, Dr.
Hannon?"

However, it's Estefan that answered, "He had some
tubes down his throat. Most likely he needs something
to lubricate it."

At the mention of the lubrication, there's only one
thing that popped into Miguel's mind. But, this wasn't
the place for such things. He immediately refocused
his attention.

"Will he be able to talk good again?"

"Oh sure," Estefan keyed Miguel in, "Juan should be
back to his usual self in no time, after some physical
therapy."

"Physical therapy? For what?"

Dr. Hannon and Estefan looked at each other.

%

"Dr. D'Agostino, this is my nephew, Zach Roberts and
his boyfriend... well, Patrick Finnegan."

"Nice to meet you boys."

It had been more than cordial pleasure, when Tony
D'Agostino shook both boys' hands. In a way, he wished
he was treating Zach, as well. However, ever since
Gary Roberts had mentioned Patrick, the tough times he
has been through at the reform school, with being
beaten and raped. Well, the day Gary told him, he had
to immediately isolate himself in the office private
jon and jerk himself off to the thoughts of playing
with an eighteen year old. However, as he looked at
Zach, shaking the hand of a college jock, his cock
twitched something fierce, especially at the
incredibly handsome face.

"So, why don't I leave you and Patrick alone to get
acquainted, Tony?"

Gary puts his hand on Zach's shoulder, hinting him to
come along.

"Oh, can't Zach stay with me?" Patrick pleads.

This immediately thwarts Dr. D'Agostino's initial
plans.

"Patrick, listen," Zach replies, holding Patrick's
hands, "We all want you to get better and sometimes
it's better if you start out by yourself, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. If that's what you think is best."

As if reading Patrick's thoughts, Zach says, "I'll
miss you too!"

Not caring what soul is looking upon them, Zach plants
a heartfelt kiss on Patrick's forehead.

"I love you too, Zach," Patrick replies to the sweet
kiss of affection.

All this time, the young doctor of psychology is
analyzing and reanalyzing his thoughts. Tony comes to
the conclusion that this will be a tough case to
render, with a lover involved. But he loved a
challenge and looked upon this as such. After all, he
took a perfectly ordinary man, Estefan Sanchez,
bringing out the kinky nature of twenty-five year old
Latino, expanding his experiences. By total
coincidence, he found a man that didn't mind sharing
the rent and other expenses. But the main thing, he
found a man that didn't mind submitting, exploring,
delving into a subject that interested him
tremendously. Through his weaving of words, he had the
ability to talk Estefan into allowing him to
administer pain, yet convince Estefan of the value of
taking it as pleasure. In other words, Tony had
Estefan hooked on the early stages of bdsm. Now he had
himself a `younger' challenger!

%

"Sean, will you get that hon?"

"No problem."

Twelve seconds later, Sean led a young, twenties guy
through the living room, to the den.

"Jacques, there's a Detective Miller here to see you."

"Dectective? Me?"

Without hesitation, Detective Miller extends his firm
hand, "Detective Wayne Miller, WRPD."

"Dr. Jacq della Croix, WRMC!"

Wayne smiled at the reference.

"Yeah, guess I was a little too official sounding."

Sean says, "Hey, I've gotta get showered. Nice to meet
you, Detective Miller."

"Same here, Sean," the detective replies, shaking
Sean's hand.

"Care for a cup of coffee, Detective Miller?"

"Please, call me Wayne and yes, I'd like that."

As he followed Jacq into the kitchen, he pictured that
ass in a tight-fitting pair of chaps.

"Cream? Sugar?"

"Black," Detective Miller replied, still the leather
on his mind, as he eyed up Jacq.

"Care for a sticky bun?"

If Jacq only knew!

"Uh, no thanks. Already stopped at the donut shop
today."

In the demeanor Wayne said it, proved he was joking.

"So, I'm guessing this is not a social call?" Jacq
inquired.

Wayne could only wish, but instead replied, "Not
exactly. I understand that you have some dungeon
furniture up for sale?"

"Some what?" Jacq acts surprised, confused.

"That's good, Jacq. Very good. Being a man that's into
the subject myself, plus with my prestigious career, I
would have given the same performance!"

Setting the stage for their conversation, Wayne
cackled. Jacq did the same, realizing that the
detective was here possibly to negotiate a sale for
himself, not to incriminate.

"Are you in the market for some dungeon furniture,
Detective Miller?"

"Please, call me Wayne. Actually, the subject
interests me, to some extent...."

Good thing Jacq was sitting down, with his crotch
hidden under the table. Looking upon the five foot,
ten inch man, broad shouldered branch of the law, he
got a hankering to take him down to the dungeon, strip
him down and let the fun begin.

"I gotta go, Jacq. Promised to drive the kids to the
mall."

"Alright Sean. How long do you think you'll be?"

"You're kidding, Jacq?"

Jacq laughed, watching Sean leave the kitchen.

"Love ya babe," Sean yelled back.

"Ahem!" Wayne complimented, "Seems like a nice guy."

"He is."

Jacq began reading more into Wayne's intentions, but
decided to play it cool.

"So, would you like to take a look at the dungeon
furniture that you might be interested in purchasing,
Wayne?"

"Oh, I didn't say anything about purchasing it for
myself. But hey, I'd sure like to get a look at it."

When Jacq slipped out from under the table, he made a
concerted effort not to have his obvious pubes
visible. As they stepped down the basement stairs,
with each foot descending, made each orb churn with
excitement.

"Nice heavy door."

"A necessity for security and `acoustics'!"

Wayne laughed. At first, when he saw Sean, as he had
the urge to subdue, but after talking with the
thirty-two year old, six foot doctor of psychology, he
thought otherwise.

"Um, you have any of that leather clothing they wear?"

Playing dumb, Wayne didn't mention the chaps, nor
leather vest, nor harness that often made to top man
look stunning.

"I have some."

Smiling, as he keyed the metal door, Jacq could tell
that Wayne was `asking for it'. In the horny mood he
was in, Jacq slowly decided to shuck the laundry and
other Saturday morning details, to entertain his
guest. Plus, with the inside information that Sean
wouldn't be back till late, out Christmas shopping
with the Barr-Clark gang, he thought an opportunity to
utilize his dungeon, possibly for the last time. As
they entered, Jacq turns around immediately, facing
Wayne.

"I'm going to go over to that room over there and
change. When I come back, I expect to see you stripped
and in position, boy!"

"What tha?" Wayne says, his face showing the shock.

Smiling, Jacq, unless he's had the signals mixed up,
but doesn't think so, walks up to Wayne, reaches to
his crotch and makes a grab with his hand.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooooohoooooh!" Wayne yells out.

"First I'd advise you to get your filthy hands off of
me, boy and secondly, you'll pay for your insolence."

After his rash tone of voice, Jacq releases Wayne's
big balls from his grip, watching the stache on his
face relax.

"Oh, and," Jacq turns back, seeing Wayne remove his
hat and jacket, "got a pair of cuffs on you?"

"Yeah, I got cuffs with me."

"When you get stripped, cuff your hands behind your
back!"

Wayne had an answer on his face, but Jacq's back faced
him already, as he walked away.
Returning, each had their eyes on the other.Jacq could
tell that Wayne wanted this experience real bad.
Totally naked, Jacq eyed his captive from head to toe.


"Stats!"

"Stats?"

Learning his first act of disobedience, Detective
Miller cried out in pain, as Jacq thrashed the flogger
he held, across the hairy chest.

%

"Well guys, it's been real, but some of us have to
work at making a living!"

Novak, sitting at the shallow side of the pool, the
water slapping against the black hair on his chest,
suddenly rose up out of the pool, causing the water to
spurt all over the small circle of friends.

"Albert, make him pay for that!"

"Oh, he'll pay for it alright. What time does your
shift end, Novak?"

"Well, let's see, the place closes around ten, so no
deliveries are made past nine."

"What do you do between nine and ten, Novak?"

"Help them take out the garbage. Do odd chores."

Jim asks, "Do you know if they need any extra help,
Novak?"

"Not really. I was lucky to get my job. All the other
workers at Hop Sing's are Chinese."

"Then how did you rate, Novak?" Jim questioned.

"My dad. One of Hop Sing's cousins, King, works for my
dad."

"King Sing?"

"No. King Chen."

"Lucky for him," Maury said, cracking up the rest of
the guys.

Connor inquires, "How come you don't work for your
dad, Novak?"

"Yeah, what kind of work is it?" Jim asks, out of
curiosity.

"Because.... Well, first of all, my dad owns a body
shop. Secondly, I don't have an interest in it. Even
if I did, I wouldn't work there, because my dad and I
don't get along."

Maury guesses the obvious, "Is the reason you and your
pop don't get along, because you're gay?"

Smirking, Novak admits, "Yeah. How'd you guess,
Maury?"

Even Novak, who had known Maury as Professor Passat or
Maurice, now called him by his nick. He liked the
nickname that Jim pinned on him and even felt it to be
more buddy-buddy.

"Sorry to hear about that, Novak," Maury told him.

"Same here," Jim said.

Connor offered, "Me, too."

The biggest shock came, when Albert put his hand on
Novak's shoulder, announcing, "We'll talk about this
later, okay Novak?"

"Yeah, thanks Albert. Um, you want to come over to the
dorm. I know there's not much privacy there."

"Why don't you come back here, Novak? Jim and Connor
will still be here....."

"We will?"

"Do you guys have some place to go?"

Jim reported, "Well, on account of I'm broke, I don't
have to shop for Christmas presents."

"Same here," Connor told Maury.

"Look, I've gotta go," Novak said, making his way
towards the kitchen doorway."

"I'll walk you out," Albert offered.

"You know what guys?"

"What Jim?"

"I always forget this problem I had with my folks,
about telling them I'm gay. Damn, I could have said
something to Novak."

Smiling, Maury says, "You can see him later. Might
help him if you did open up about it Jim. What was it?
You told your folks and they didn't like the idea of
you being gay, I suppose?"

"Worse," Jim relayed to Maury.

However, it was Connor whom had to explain, "Y'see,
Maury, It was so bad for Jim, that his parents, mainly
his father, legally cut the reins."

"No way!"

"Yeah," Jim opened up. "I legally don't have my
parents as guardians."

"The bastard!"

"Hey it didn't turn out so bad. The courts still make
him pay Connor's mom some money."

"Oh? And how does she fit into all of this?"

Beginning to get all mushy, Jim's eyes filled up, as
he told Maury, "Connor's mom adopted me."

"She what? Adopted you? That is so sweet of her. Wait
till I see Aunt Maria. She didn't tell me anything
about that!"

"It's no big deal," Jim said, but then realized the
implications, "I mean, no big deal that Maria didn't
tell you, but yeah, I'm really lucky that I have
Connor and `mom'."

"I'll say. Why, when I meet your mom, Connor, I'm
going to bow down and worship the ground she walks on,
if that's the impact Jim got from her!"

In the back of his mind, Connor would remember that.
Would be fun to recall the fact and see Maury's ass
sticking up in the air, while his lips touched dirt!

"Hey guys, Novak's giving me a lift home, so I'll see
you later. What time is dinner?"

Maury replies to Albert, "Whenever you get the cook to
make it!"

"Okay. What do you want, Maury?"

"I dunno." Then to Connor and Jim, he fishes for,
"Quick guys, what do you want for dinner?"

Off the top of his head, Jim says, "Um, Chicken Cordon
Bleu?"

"Chicken Cordon Bleu!" Maury yells back to Albert.

"Okay. Later guys."

Laughing, Connor asks, "Is he serious?"

"I take it you don't know the Alberghetti name?"

"First I've heard of it," Jim says.

"Ever hear of the `cardio-phone'?"

"Nope," Connor and Jim acknowledge.

"You take it jogging with you or to the gym. Not only
can you do all the other cool stuff a cell phone does
nowadays, but you can also check your heartrate. His
father also is marketing a cellphone that checks your
plants, to see if they need watering. Apparently he's
making tons of money off of these ideas."

"I can see the cardio, but plants?" Jim questions.

Connor says, "Maybe they should make it so the
cellphone talks to the plant!"

"Not bad. I'll mention it to him," Maury agrees.

"Get outta here," Connor says, pushing Maury on the
chest, causing him to lose his balance and fall into
the pool.

"I'll get you for that, Connor!"

He and Jim are standing there, laughing their asses
off!

%

"Dad, we were suppost to go Christmas shopping with
Sean today," Philip tells his dad.

Aidan adds, disappointed, "But he called from his
cellphone and said it's too slippery driving."

"Wise choice," Steve replies, adding, "It's really
starting to come down out there."

"So, what are we going to do?"

The dads look at little Diego, who brought up the
subject.

"What are your daddies doing today?" Barry asks.

"I dunno. Probably stay in bed and fool around."

"I think I'll get on the phone," Steve replies.

"Hey dad?"

"Yes, Philip?"

"Can we decorate or do something?"

"Hmm..... I think I have Grandmother Barr's recipe for
Christmas cookies."

"Hell yeah!" Aidan yells out.

"I beg your pardon," Barry asks, looking directly at
the offender.

"Oh. Sorry, " Aidan replies.

Philip says, "He picked up that curse from
Chad'n'Matty."

"Oh? And when did you hear that?"

"Anytime," Philip replies.

"Yeah," Aidan adds. Whenever they're talking about
sex, they say that, when it's good."

"I see. Well, see if you can keep it out of your
vocabulary until you boys get older?"

"I'll try, dad," Philip replies.

Aidan promises the same.

"So, what's up Steve?"

He returns to the kitchen, Diego's hand in his, an
embarrassing smile painted on his face.

"I think we better keep Diego here for awhile.
Plumbing problem."

"Plumbing as in?" Barry nonchalantly pats his own ass.

"No, as in, when I sold the house to them I should've
had all the pipes replaced?"

"Really, Steve?"

Philip asks, "You mean you ripped them off dad-Steve?"

On the defensive, Aidan replies, "My dad wouldn't rip
anybody off and even if he did, he wouldn't do it on
purpose, Phil, so there!"

Aidan stands, facing Philp, arms folded across his
chest.

"Wow!" Diego says.

"What?" Aidan asks, quizzically.

"You guys just had your first fight!" Diego tells the
two, standing as a third wheel.

"Hey yeah, Aidan. Diego's right!"

"Hmm.... It wasn't too bad. What do you say, Phil?"
Aidan inquires of Phil.

"I don't know. Aren't we supposed to kiss and hug to
make up?"

"That's what grown ups do, but aren't we supposed to
ask each other something first?"

After Philip and Aidan bat it back and forth, Diego
says, "You don't have to. You can be mad at each other
for a long time, if you want to."

"Hmm, you want to be mad at me, Aidan?"

"Not really Phil. I don't want it to ruin our day. How
about we kiss and hug, then later get mad at each
other again?"

"I guess we can do that."

Waiting in the wings, Steve and Barry are taking all
of this in, softly whispering to each other.

"If life could be so easy, eh Steve?"

"Yeah. I don't know why. When you get angry at me,
Barry, I don't know why you just don't take me and put
me over your knee!"

"Because Steve, I'd rather put you over the bed?"

"That could work too!"

%

%

After pulling the car into the driveway, skidding to a
stop, Sean made his way to the house. He noticed
Detective Miller's car still pulled up to the garage.
Entering the house, he didn't hear any talking.
Checking around, he found the house seemingly
deserted. That is, until he heard a groan coming from
the basement stairway. With hands on his hips, he grew
inquisitive, wondering if it could be true that the
two men had made their way to the basement dungeon. It
had been several months since he and Jacq had played
down there. In fact, their interest in bdsm had waned
so, that he thought Jacq had mentioned that he was
selling the dungeon furniture.

Slowly descending the stairway, he followed the path
of groans, as if being lured by the scent of an apple
pie from the oven. Then Sean heard a familiar sound,
that of a flogger, strap or other implement, striking
skin and the cry out that follows. Sean had to look
down, as if he didn't believe it himself that his cock
was rock hard, trying to burst the seams of his jeans.
Getting closer, instead of being curious, the sounds
began to whet his appetite. Whomever the bottom was,
Sean wanted to join him. He hoped it was Jacq, but it
didn't really matter, since he had already proved it
to himself that he could be a glutton for punishment
and abuse.

The metal door, which normally remained closed when
they played, stood open. Peering inside, he could see
on the far side of the room, Jacq. Sean made out the
thirty-two year old figure, the black, hairy chest,
the trail down his stomach and where it became
discontinued. Only Sean would know that it led to an
8.5c shaft. He could picture it nestled among the
large ball sacs. Now, with the fact of knowing that
his lover was on the giving end of the flogger, Sean
sensed jealousy.

Unlike what had evolved in their sex lives, Sean on
top and Jacq on bottom, the nineteen year old had a
strange craving to return to his submissive role. When
Sean heard the flogger strike obviously Detective
Miller's bare body, listen to him cry out, Sean's
crotch pulsed with the need to be a part of the
action. If his lover had a need to fill, he wanted to
be a part of the fulfillment. So, with the greatest of
care, he shed his clothes.

Wanting to surprise Jacq, he slowly let himself into
the room. On the bondage table, he spotted a pair of
metal handcuffs. He wondered if they were Detective
Miller's. Then again, why would they be Jacq's
property, when he knew leather cuffs could be safer
around the wrists or ankles. Right now it didn't
matter. To Sean, it was highly erotic to see them
lying there, available, suggestive to him that they
should be around his own wrists. Picking them up, he
worked one around his left wrist. Slowly he closed it,
snapping it in place. Placing his hands behind his
back, Sean arranged the other cuff around his right
wrist and shut it. He closed his eyes, taking in the
erotic moment of being bound, making himself helpless
to escape. He snapped out of it, when he heard the
fronds of the flogger snap against human flesh and the
riveting sounds from it's victim's lips. With his
blond, hairy chest jutting out, he made his way over
to where Jacq stood, closing in on the back view.

"Good afternoon, sir," Sean said out loud.

"What tha? Sean, what are you doing here?"

Deciding to take the bad boy approach, Sean replies,
"What tha fuck you think I'm doing here, looking at
your ugly face?"

Detective Miller didn't know what to think. He forget
all about the superficial welts covering his chest and
stomach and followed the couple's advances towards
each other.

"Hmm," Jacq said, as he stood in front of his lover.

Without provocation, Jacq leans in towards Sean,
kissing him. Sean presses forwards.

Breaking free, Jacq says, "I know you want this as
much as I do, Sean."

"I do."

Smiling, Jacq replies, "Merry Christmas then and get
on your fuckin' knees, boy!"

"Hot!" Detective Miller says of the action, happening
right in front of himself.

However, when Sean sinks to his knees, Jacq has him
getting up, forcefully lifting him under the pits. He
leads him over, in front of Detective Miller. He knows
that Miller can switch, so he decides to `tease' him.

"Gonna turn you into a cockslut, boy!"

In Sean's own opinion, it hasn't gotten rough enough
for him. Sure, his cock is standing at full mast, but
his balls haven't churned up enough steam.

"Fuck that! I ain't sucking no mancock!"

Jacq knows what Sean wants. Going to the cupboard, he
returns with a few items of interest. First, the
nipclamps. He rubs Sean's hairy nips until they are
rigid. Then, opening the flat, rubbery ends, he fills
them with nipmeat.

"Akkkkoooooooh oooooh shit that feels so hot!" Sean
says.

"Miss that, don't you baby?" Jacq steps out of role.

"Fuck yeah!" Sean groans.

"Hmm, then maybe I should think twice about selling
the dungeon furniture," Jacq deduces.

"No, you've got to sell!" Comes the directive from
Detective Miller's mouth.

"I do, do I?" Jacq inquires of the detective's remark.
"And why do I `gotta' sell, tell me that?"

Thinking a moment, Wayne Miller replies, "Maybe you
can beat it out of me?"

"No problem," Jacq replies, lifting the flogger and
slashing it the hardest he can, across the
eagle-spread man's chest.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooohhhoooookay... I'll talk! I'll
talk!"

"Wimp!" Sean calls Miller.

"You listen to me," Miller says to Sean, "I can take
double whatever you can take, so don't give me that
wimp-bull!"

Jacq informs him, "Be careful what you wish for,
Wayne. You don't know Sean, what he can take. Believe
you me, he can take a great amount of pain. What I
gave you up until now, detective, is nothing to what
Sean can take!"

"Thanks," Sean said to Jacq, who closed in for another
kiss.

"Biased, I'd say."

"Hey, name the time," Sean told Wayne Miller.

"Maybe sometime, but I've got more important matters
to deal with."

Standing there, patting the flogger on the palm of his
hands, Jacq waited, then said, "My hand is getting
impatient."

"Alright, as much as all this is turning me on... big
time, I need your dungeon furniture to help crack a
case."

"You `need'? My dungeon furniture? Like you're going
to buy it?"

"I'm not."

"Who then?"

Sean interrupted, "Um, Jacq?"

"Yeah, hon?"

"It's been a long time. Do you think you can restrain
me to the bondage table, while you two talk business?"

"If you really want it."

Their eyes communicated Sean's need.

"Hold on a second, Wayne," Jacq suggested, as he took
Sean over to one of the leather tables.

Removing the metal handcuffs, that secured Sean's
hands behind his back, he watched as his lover hopped
up on the table, lying on his back.

"Oooooh, you don't know how I've missed this, Jacq,"
Sean replied, rubbing his ass, back, legs and arms.

Responding to the feel of the leather bondage table,
Sean made like doing `angels' in fresh fallen snow. He
ceased moving his arms when Jacq began fastening them
to the corners of the bondage table.

"Ooooh, can you stretch me any tighter?" Sean smiled
at his lover, as he put the finishing touches on his
wrists.

Walking to the foot of the bondage table, Jacq
replied, "Tighter, huh?"

Taking hold of Sean's legs, he pulled away at them.
Loosening a viselike device, even after securing his
lover's ankles to the corners of the table, he could
stretch Sean's body, so that every bit of slack could
be integrated in the bondage.

"You know, Sean that if your father ever finds out
about this, I'll be in deep shit?"

"I wouldn't tell."

After stretching Sean's body out, as much as a human
could force the stretching of another human body
without the usage of a mechanical device, Jacq
returned to the head of the table, pressing his lips
on his lovers.

"Oooh man, does the leather on my back feel awesome!"

"So, what else do you want?" Jacq asks Sean.

The two peer into each other's eyes.

"I think you know what I want," Sean replies, not
breaking the gaze.

"You got it," Jacq replies, without even discussing
what would pleasure Sean.

Lightly massaging Sean's cock, then balls, Jacq leans
over and licks the tip of Sean's shaft.

"Oooooooh!"

When the action stops, Sean looks up at his lover,
who's backed off. He watches, as Jacq unbuckles the
leather strips of harness across his black, hairy
chest and stomach. Next, he's unsnapping the chaps.

"Oops! Always forget."

"What?"

"Can't get the chaps off over the boots," Jacq
replies.

"Hurry up, before I lose interest," Sean replies.

"I doubt that very much," Jacq tells him, paying
attention to the raging hard on, standing up from the
bondage table, as if a tapered candle at a lux feast.

Now, totally naked, Jacq climbs up on the bondage
table. Like stalking prey, he lowers his head and
begins to lick away at Sean's dark blonde pubes.

"Oooooh man.... Yeah... oh fuck, yeah!" Sean, closing his
eyes, relaxes to the wet tongue.

"Hey! What about me?"

The tantalizing moment ceases, as Jacq and Sean look
at one another.

"Y'know, he's a glutton for pain, just like you!"

"Then, why don't you go give him what he wants?" Sean
says, with an evil smile.

"Yeah. Right." Winking, Jacq says, "be right back!"

Before approaching the detective, Jacq stops at the
cupboard. Holding up a pair of nip clamps, jagged
steel toothed, he shows it to his lover.

"Yeah and remove the tension screws?" Sean suggests.

With a wide grin, Jacg takes Sean's suggestion. Next,
he holds up a ball parachute and weight, which Sean
okays.

"What about the milker, Jacq?"

"Don't you think that's a little too cruel?"

"You didn't think that way when you milked eight loads
out of my dick!"

Along with the nip and ball toys, Jacq dragged over
the Acme `Shaft-Milker', rolling it on it's wheels.

"What the fuck is that?" Miller shouted.

"Your attitude sucks, Miller!"

Before Jacq even thought of applying any of the toys,
he picked up the flogger and whipped Detective
Miller's chest a few more times.

"Yeah, those nips are nice and ripe for these babies!"

Even Sean got a kick, from long distance viewing, of
Miller's mouth gaping open, looking upon the large,
steel-jawed alligator clamps, hanging by the chain.
Miller got an even bigger bang out of them, when Jacq
captured his nipmeat in them and let go!

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkooooohhhakkkkkshiit!"

As much as Jacq got a kick out of Miller's screaming,
he hustled to force the leather collar around the
detective's balls, then applying the weight. Before
Wayne Miller could fathom the depth at which his balls
hung down, Jacq had the twenty-nine year old's 8c in
the cone of the `Shaft-Milker', plugged it in and
switched it on low speed. As Jacq walked away, he
could hear moaning and groaning, already the searing
pain from the clamps biting into his nips, equalizing
to the pleasure Miller felt from the metal cone's
sucking action..

Sean said, upon Jacq's return, "Can't wait till he
begs you not to cum anymore."

"Yeah. Remember when you begged me?"

"Right, but I did go on to shoot one more load."

"But the eighth load was a little on the scant side."

"At least I had something to give."

"Hmm...."

"What's that for, Jacq?"

"Oh, nothing."

However, Sean knew that Jacq had some ulterior motives
planned. First things first, though, as he climbed
back onto the table and knelt above his bound lover,
reaching his head down, tongue extended, to continue
where he left off, wetting down the soft pube-fur.

%

"Phone for you Matty!"

"Me? Who would know I'm here? Is that my mom?" Matty
asked Barry.

"It's `male'," Barry reported back to him.

"Hello? Oh hi Terence. Nope. Didn't forget."

While listening, Matty cupped the talking-into-end of
the phone with his palm and mouthed out to Chad,
`Terence Beethoven', then pointed to the phone.

"Yeah, I'm listening. Got it. Hey, you need any other
helpers, Terence? Cool. Yeah, be there at one."

As soon as Matty clicked the phone into place, Chad
asked, "So, what are you volunteering us for now?"

"Volunteering Preppy? Um, did you get a call last
Wednesday from Terence Beethoven about assembling food
baskets for the needy?"

Chad makes a face of skepticism, reporting back,
"Oops!"

"Yeah, I thought so. Fortunately for you, I covered
your ass!"

"Hmm... next time spread further and press your tongue
in deeper, Matty?"

"Not funny, Preppy. Although I'll take the tip into
consideration."

"The tip of your tongue?"

"Oh, you're a real live wire today, but don't think
because you're hobbling around like pegleg Pete that
you're going to get out of working today!"

Trying to switch the subject, Chad asks, "So how did
Terence know we were here?"

"Where else would we be on our day off, if not at
home?"

"Hey, I like visiting with the squirts."

Matty smiles,then sits down on the bench next to his
lover.

"You know Chad..."

"Uh-oh, I can tell this is going to be serious."

"How so?"

"Because you're calling me `Chad' and not by my nick?"

"I think this is serious. I mean, it's not something
that we've talked much about. I think we should look
into this adoption business, Chad."

"But like I said, Matty, I think we should wait till
I'm out of college and...."

"Hey, Preppy, adopting a kid is not going to be an
instant thing, you know. There's all kinds of papers
to fill out and then... then they gotta send a social
worker out to make sure you're going to be a fit
`mother'!"

"Mother... I'll mother you...." Chad says, slapping Matty
up-the-side-of-the-head.

 "Then again, Preppy, if you're going to be a violent
parent!"

"So, was your phone call important, Matty?" Barry
asked, returning to the kitchen for a second helping
of coffee.

Before explaining, Matty asks, "What are the boys
doing today?"

"Boys, as in some of the boys or all of the boys?"

"Depends on how many you want to get rid of, dad,"
Chad asks.

"Hmm, I guess I mean `all' of the boys, then."

"This is our Christmas present to you, dad."

"Oh? You mean Steve and I aren't getting that trip to
the Bahamas from you two, for Christmas?"

"Dream on dad-Barry," Matty replies, as if one of the
kids. "C'mon Chad, I guess we'll give them the cruise
instead."

"No... no... take the boys!" Barry exclaims.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted to
get of them, dad."

"Which comes to a subject that Chad and I had tossed
about," Matty suddenly came up what they just talked
about.

"Oh? And how's that go, Matty?"

However, Chad had already caught on to what Matty was
about to lay on his old man and asked, "What do we
have to do to adopt a boy or two?"

"Adopt? A boy? Or two?"

"I explained to Matty, not till after I graduate from
college, but he seems to think we can get started
now."

"Matty's right. It does take a lot of filing of
paperwork and all. Let me investigate. I think the
social worker at school, a Mr. Davis, can give me a
lead on whom you boys should contact."

"Thanks dad," Chad says.

Barry, without speaking a word, comes over and gives
the two a combined hug.

"What was that for?" Matty asks.

Winking, Barry replies, "For taking the mob to church
with you!"

However, they knew what the show of affection really
was meant for!

%

"Hey, Dave. Glad that you and friends could make it!"

Thirty-five year old Rob Taylor welcomed his cousins,
as they stepped through the door of his rather larger,
well to do home.

"Rob, this here is Reese Chambers and you already know
Billy Murdoch."

"Sure. How's it going Billy?"

"Good."

"So, you have some progress to show us, Rob?"

"Yeah. C'mon. Follow me down the basement."

Trailing Rob, the three follow him to a door, set off
from the kitchen. Made of heavy metal, Rob explains
that it's made of materials to muffle even the highest
volume of sound. At the bottom of the stairs, Reese
spots two chains hanging from the ceiling. He walks
over there, taking one in each of his hands, which
makes the top of his body assume an eagle-spread
position.

"Nice. Very nice. Can't wait to see Sanchez stripped
and fastened to these!"

Rob alerts the thirty-seven year old police officer,
"Oh yeah. By the way, Reese, I've told my two buddies
that love working over cops. They wonder if you can
make sure they're in uniform. They think a cop in
uniform is highly erotic."

"Depends on how your buddies that are into snatching,
what they'll be wearing."

"Just the same, Reese, do you think you can have on
hand a few uniforms for us, just in case?"

"Sure. No problem. Hee hee... maybe you'll want to dress
some of those college jocks in police uniforms and
pretend they're cops!"

They liked that idea.

"Well, let me give you a little tour. Down this
corridor, are the cells."

"Cells, huh Rob?"

"Yeah. I'm not sure if I mentioned to you that one of
my buds knows of a man that'll pay top dollar for
slaves."

"Slaves?" Billy asks. "I thought slavery went out
after the Civil War?"

"Not underground slavery," Rob cues them into.

"Well, how much could we make off of, say Sanchez?"

"Depends on what condition he's in, after my buds are
done playing with him. They can get pretty nasty, if
they set their minds to it. However, this `buyer',
says even a guy with marks on his body can fetch a
minimum of two or three grand."

"Hmm.... Sounds like it can be quite a prolific
business, especially when we're talking about
twenty-five college jocks and an assortment of
others."

As they walk down the corridor of cells, numbering so
far ten on each side, Reese does the math.

"And here is the main room, gentlemen."

"Kind of empty, Rob."

"Yeah. I know, but I've got a lead on a buyer. He's
got a whole basement full of dungeon furniture that
he's anxious to get rid of."

"Like what?" Officer Reese Chambers asks, his hand on
his crotch.

"I believe there's four or five bondage tables,
complete with restraints, a rack, a portable milking
machine..."

"Milking machine, huh?"

"Yeah."

Reese completes his inquiry by hoping, "Better be one
of those new Acme `Shaft-Milkers'."

"I didn't even know you were into this, Reese?" Dave
asks.

"I know all about milking machines. Seen the best and
worst of them, but know for a fact that the Acme
`Shaft Milkers' are the best."

"Hmm... you impress me Reese."

"Leather isn't just for gay guys. Have tolerated
playing with some faggots. Learned a lot. In fact,
have my eye set on breaking a certain top-faggot!"

"Can you imagine that," Billy Murdoch asks, "a top guy
guy getting what he usually gives out?"

"Yeah. Thinking of putting him on the list. Would be a
hot time for myself, on New Year's Eve."

The three can see from the bulge in Reese's pants how
much of a good time the cop wants to have on NYE!

"And here's the restrooms."

To other's astonishment, Reese walks over to a urinal
that's missing the drain.

"Hot! Turn our slaveboys into a urinal. Yeah, line
them college fagboys up right along here!" Reese says
of the ten urinals. When he spots the aluminum `tub',
he tells them, "Hell yeah! Have a coupla boys lay down
in here to piss on!"

"And here's something I think you firemen would like,"
Rob points out.

Hanging from the ceiling are restraints, that when the
victim is cuffed to the single chain, his body will be
stretched in a single `line', his feet barely able to
touch the floor."

"Yeah? What's so special about this, Rob?" Billy asks.

"This look familiar?"

Hooked up to a wide-channeled pipe, is a fire hose.

"Train this jet on a guy's crotch and he's gonna feel
it!" Rob tells them.

"Fuck, it'll sure bruise a guy's balls!"

Evilly grinning, Reese tells them, "Or force it up
their ass?"

Rob shows them the other special amenities, like the
`cyclone cellar doors', the elevator, means by which
to bring men in and out. He points out the separate
dungeon chamber for special, paying clients.

"I'm not sure I can wait till New Year's Eve," Reese
informs them.

"We might be able to work out a deal for you to start
early, Reese."

"Without any dungeon equipment, Rob? What fun it
that?"

Smiling, he tells them to follow him.

"I didn't say that I hadn't any toys, did I?"

Opening one cupboard, then two and three, Reese, as
well as Dave and Billy, gaze upon the array of toys.

"Oh fuck, this buttplug is going to be so hot to use
on Sanchez!" Reese says, holding up a plug as big as
an elephants leg.

"Into clamps?" Rob asks, looking at Reese, his hand
showing the panorama of nip toys.

"Oh shit this is hot!"

What's hotter, is that since the cell block area,
Reese has been eyeing up Billy Murdoch, clothed still
in his fireman's uniform. He's already thought of how
much fun it would be playing with the man with a
`bear/solid' body.

"Hey, look what time it is," Dave says, looking at his
watch.

"In a hurry, Dave?"

"Yeah. I go on shift in an hour."

Reese asks, inquisitively, "What about you, Billy?"

"Oh, I'm off till Monday afternoon."

Liking that even more, Reese says to the thirty-eight
year old fireman, "Then why don't you finish the tour
with Rob and I?"

"Yeah. Sure. I'll see you later Dave."

Already Reese is thinking to himself, `don't bet on
it, Billy!'

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