Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 18:47:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bar Tab Buy-out! 19  (The Conclusion)

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
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with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

Bar Tab Buy-out! 19
wriTten by Travis Chase McPhee

%

As Scott went to plug Tony's ass, he backs out, saying, "You know..."

"What?" Tony asks, still lying on the horse, used for fucking, whipping and
other fun stuff, his elbow propped up, his chin cradled in his hand.

"This could be 'so' much better if...."

"Hey, if you're looking for my opinion, it doesn't matter Scott. Whatever
you want?"

Scott replies, "That's not right. What you want should matter too, Tony!"

"Damn Scott, the way you put it is like we were some married couple!" Tony
voices his opinion in a sarcastic manner.

"And what would be wrong with that? I mean I'm thirty-four years old,
you're... what?"

"Thirty-two. So?"

"The way I figure it, neither you, nor I, are getting any younger. Maybe we
should work at some grounds for getting along and see if we can try it
out!"

Tony thinks on it a second, then does a push up from the whipping/fucking
horse, whimsically asking, "Do you like have the hots for me, Scott?"

Their bods almost touch.

Impatiently with a current decision being made, Scott replies, "I'm not
sure and I won't know until... well now that you've gotten up off of that
contraption, how about taking this to bed?"

Sitting his ass down on the horse, Tony folds his arms across his middle
and in a casual way, says, "Is that all you wanted? You should have asked!"

"No, well maybe you wanted it up the ass, with your bod thrown over that
plank of wood?" Scott put it back on him.

"What do you want?" Tony faced him.

"No! What do 'you' want?" Scott shoved it back.

Scott standing, Tony sitting, he was on the same plane as what he
'wanted'. But more than a wanting to taste, Tony replies, "You inside me?"
His eyes wander from Scott's pubes as he raises himself up off the horse to
where their bods just about meld.

Feeling himself up, Scott's hand found Tony as hard and held both their
shafts in one hand. "Better hurry before we both lose it!"

%

It didn't take long for Vlad to uncuff his boss, Mike helping to subdue
him, haul his ass up and throw him down on a bondage table.

"Anyone up for some fun?" Vlad asks, looking over to Marco to join in.

Mike and Marco wander over to the bondage table. Vince wasn't too far gone,
as far as mellowing out in his exercise routine, for a forty-one year old,
but his stomach did rise in a rounded mound. In no time Vlad had his former
boss' arms extended to the upper corners of the table, cuffed and chained
to the big, fortified, rounded eye hooks at the corners of the bondage
table. .

"Excuse me gentlemen," Vlad said as he loosened Vince's dress belt, pulled
the belt from it's loops, saying, "Now would it not be humiliating for
Vince, being whipped with his own two hundred dollar leather belt?"

Mike says, "Too bad it's not wider, but it should be exciting. The thinner
belts giving more of a sting."

Marco throws in, "I heard if it's wet, it stings more."

"Hmm," Mike says, "You ever hear anything like that Vlad?"

"No," and stopping temporarily from stripping down Vince's pants, after
unzipping them, "but we can try it." Then they find out something very
interesting about Vlad, as the young Russian rubs his hand over the budging
of Vince's private parts, him saying, "I have a fond love for nip torture,
but never let the opportunity to slip away, working over a nice set of
tender orbs!"

Still, Mike was not giving up on whipping the Russian's ass with his cock,
but all in good time maybe things will fall into place!

Then, it's Marco who lets the cat out of the bag, "Right up Mike's alley!"

"Is that so, Mike?" Vlad replies. "Maybe you can show me a few tricks!"

Sure, talking about it, working some pain into Vince's balls was turning
him on, but looking beyond it, thinking of working his cock up the tall,
broad-shouldered Russian's ass was giving his own balls a few pangs of
yearning.

While he had his own thoughts, Marco boasts, "Are you fuckin' kidding? Mike
Turk teach you a few things? Mike wrote 'the book' on cock and ball
torture!"

"Huh?" Mike questions, his mind far away in erotic thinking on a totally
different plane.

"You wrote a book on cock and ball torture?" the thirty-five year old asks.

"No you idiot!" Marco exclaims. "It's like a figure of speech?"

Coming slowly around the table, Vlad, only a few years younger, talks down
to Marco, "And who are you calling an idiot," looking him up and down,
"boy?"

Mike says, "You better be careful, Marco, or you'll have yourself a new
master!"

Figuratively speaking of course. As it's always gone, Mike Turk and Marco
Terenzi, friends for ages, have had a mutual friendship, interspersed with
periods of roleplay, in which Marco has stooped to the bottom-boy level. In
fact, it had been through meeting Mike, Marco had discovered his versatile
self.

His head turning to and fro between Vlad and Mike, and with the ultimate
turnon in mind, Marco says of all this, "Might be cool having two masters
to serve, especially at bedtime?"

Then Mike learns, as Vlad cups Marcos' bulls up in one hand, a hand big
enough to scoop up two rather large orbs and hard, hefty 9c, "People say I
have a big mouth... sometime I like to see if I can take all this in at
once!" He smiles a toothy grin.

Mike is loving this. So much, he's taken to stroking his meat. He's really
feeling the need to having it deep-massaged. However, he's thought of
taking Vlad on more intimate grounds and not wanting to spoil that special
vision, grabs hold of Vince's Fruit-of-the-Looms, gives a tug on them and
shouts, "Hey, somebody want to bring Vince around before I bust his ass
wide open?" He's already standing there at the foot of the bondage table."

Vlad, turning-top once more, complains, "I finished tying him down like an
eagle and you want me to uncouple his ankles?"

Mike says with attitude, "Um, like unless you've got some shears to cut
these briefs off?" He still clutches them, his knuckles against Vince's
hairy balls.

"Forgetting something Mike?" Marco questions.

He wasn't forgetting, Mike wanting see how far he could push Vlad's
buttons, ordering him around. Foiling Mike's scheme, Mike says, "Forget
something, Marco?" in a nice way.

Getting a message of whatever thought, Marco replies, not vocally, but in
mouthing it, 'Did I....'

Mike smirked, but carried on with, "What did I forget?"

Vlad, as he holds Vince's head up to the small capsule of smelling salts,
wafting under his nostrils, asks, "What did you forget Mike?"

Instead of verbally answering, Mike found himself a knife, expertly slicing
Vince's briefs to threads, then went about finding the latch at the foot of
the bondage table. And as Vince came around, he splits the table in two,
Vince's legs spreading far apart.

With Vince almost back to reality, Vlad drops his head to the table,
hurries around padded table, to the side. Without regard, he picks up
Vince's balls, which he's not careful with handling, rather putting some
pressure on them and eye-measures the distance from table ledge to ass
opening. Rather than commenting on the instantly ability to move a cock
into ramming position, Vlad notes, "Looks like a nice, tight fit!"

Moaning from having his balls handled, not realizing the implications,
Vince says of his incapacity to move about, "You better fuckin' have me up
and out of this or I'll have all of your asses put in slavery when we get
to the Greek Isles!" Out of anger, Vince slipped.

"What was that?" Mike questioned, coming around the table. "Slavery Vince?"

Realizing he said it, Vince tries covering up, "I meant slavery, as in the
slaves already there and how you would have fun playing with them. Yeah,
that's it."

"Marco?"

Still trying to make up to Mike, Marco replies, "Yes, sir?"

They exchange thought, via eye contact.

"Throughout the whole time you have spoken with Vince, has he mentioned
anything about slaves or slavery?"  Mike asks.

Vince replies a simple, "Nope!"

Vlad speaks up, "You want to know something, I'd take it to the 'source'!"
Making impression, Vlad, who holds Vince's seed-bags in his hand gives them
a righteous squeeze.

"Argh-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-fuck!" In excruiating pain, Vince yells out,
"Fuck-fuck-fuck! Stop! I'll talk!"

Letting go, Vlad laughs, saying, "That didn't take long!"

Still interrogating Marco for info, Mike asks him, "Now, weren't you
supposed to have 'two' guys to go to the Greek Isles?"

"Yeah. I have John Maric all lined up and..."

"John?" Mike Turk thinks, "Do I know John?"

"I brought him 'round to meet Vince once," Marco says.

While they're chatting, Vlad had warned Vince not to interrupt, his hand
still holding the reins of Vince's lower anatomy, all ready to discipline
if Vince uttered a sound!

"And how did he feel about Vince's little party in the Greek Isles?"

Marco replies with excitement, based on John's euphoria over the whole
thing, "Oh, he was really excited, but you have to understand where John is
coming from, to know just how much he was looking forward to the
experience."

It was all interesting to Mike Turk, but then another interest caught his
eye as he looked over Marco's shoulder. As he walked over to Rich Pine's
bod, arms still stretched towards the ceiling, a black leather mask
encasing his head, he says, "You know, I was getting to like this boy
here," he planes his hand down Rich's chest, stomach and tenderly caresses
his cock and balls, "and would really like to keep him for myself." Turning
back to Vlad, who now was the man in charge, Mike asks, "Vlad, what do you
think the chances of them taking Vince's carcass as man number two?"

As a chain reaction occured, Vince, with a mix of common english, but
common four-letter slang, voiced his displeasure over Mike's idea, one in
which Vlad applied the 'screws', wringing Vince's balls like a pair of
briefs from the washing machine.

Mike walks over to the bondage table, laughter preceding his comment, "You
sure have a way with boys, Vlad. So, what'd he say?"

Vince was almost in tears from the ball twisting and squeezing, so Vlad did
his bidding, "Why Vince would 'love' to spend some time in the Greek
Isles!" He laughed.

Oh course Vince made once last plea, which 'cost' him!

"Oh man, Vlad, you've got me so horned I went and 'lubed' myself!" Mike
didn't go saying, without a plan. Vlad was surprised to say the least, when
Mike offers, "Marco, you hard enough to fill Vince's ass?"

"Me?" Marco replies. Anyone could see he was and he admits himself, "How
could I 'not' be?"

Then, going back to their roleplay, Mike says, "You sassin' me boy?"

"How do you want me, 'sir'?"

Opening the 'gate', Mike spreads the table apart a little more, Vince
wincing because his legs are spreading farther. He suggests, "Need anymore
lube, I got plenty here!"

He didn't need it, Marco keeping as hard and leaky as the next guy, but
obliges, "Always can use extra oil for sliding in!" Mike's head drops back
as Marco makes more ass-lube secrete from the source like a dispenser.

Walking inside 'the corral', Mike says, "You better hurry Vlad!"

Allowing Vince's balls slip out of his grip, Vlad replies in perplexity,
"Hurry?"

Mike reasons with sincerity, "Hey, I let you work over Vince's balls. What
are you going to do for me, Vlad?"

He had to make a split second decision here. Throughout his whole life he's
always assumed the role of man-on-top. The only thing that's ventured up
his ass chute is a guy's tongue.

On the other hand, Mike really wanted Vlad's ass. In the past, it's been
for the total pleasure of having a warm ass canal to massage his 10c. A
shaft that size, it's never been a problem finding an ass to use. He had
volunteers lining up at the door! But from the moment the tall Russian had
walked into the dungeon, he's had designs on him. As time passed more and
more of a picture formed. With a stronger wanting, he upped the stakes,
"Yeah, we send off John Maric and Vince to the Greek Isles and you and me
have Rich Pine all to ourselves to break in!"

Marco reacts to his own business, "Uh guys, I'm in and like I'm not waiting
for you!"

But it's like the two were in a different world, on a strange wavelength,
staring at each other, a mystical connection of eyes.

Finally Mike puts it, "So, are we going to get connected, Vlad?"

For the whole time in the dungeon, Vlad had taken his jacket off, before
putting Rich Pine in a full nelson, loosening his tie. He had felt himself,
one hand down his pants.

To make his intentions known, Mike suggests, "You're not going to be able
to plug Marco's ass like that?"

Before going for the shirt, Vlad kicks off his black dress shoes and
loosens his belt.

"Oh guys, you're missing a tight fuck!"

But the two still pay Marco no mind, Mike grabbing Vlad's shirt up in his
fist and pulling him towards himself, drawing off a deep kiss. And as they
did, Mike hastened the process, taking over unbuckling Vlad's belt. Same
time, Vlad's hands empty, his right hand took to gently massaging the
underside of Mike's balls, left hand working Mike's slimy cock.

Breaking off from their sweet kiss, Mike says, "You're mine now Vlad."

Turning around the corner of the bondage table, Vlad knew he was
surrendering himself. Not fully, but only in the name of love. When he and
Vince first set foot into the dungeon, Mike's stature caught him right
away. Too, their mutual admiration and love for the sport of bdsm play a
part, plus their working together, drew sparks.

As he looked into Mike's eyes, the thirty-five year old surrendered with a
soft, "Yeah."

With total disregard for the shirt, Mike tore it open, revealing the dark
brown chest covering, stealing a glimpse of the thick stripe down the
middle, commenting, "Nice. I like a man with heavy fur!"

As if foreplay, Vlad takes Mike's nubs in his fingers and thumbs, softly
playing with his nips, "And I like a smooth man... easier to find his
nips!" He bends over and softly tantalizes Mike's right nip with his teeth
and tongue.

"Oh fuck, Vlad! You're gonna have me leaking on the floor!" Mike exclaims.

Taking a finger of Mike's honey, Vlad brings it up to his lips, cleans his
finger and says, "Then we better do something about it?"

'Poor' Marco had to finish fucking Vince while Mike and Vlad took their
business to one of the side rooms!

%

"So, how did you like working your first day at the restaurant, Tom?"

Helping Adrian do some cleanup, Tom replies, "Good except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"You helped me a lot and everytime you did, you smiled at me."

"And?" the twenty year old replies as he dried the water beads from a tray.

"Nothing. I just thought maybe you would make a pass at me and steal a kiss
or something, but I guess you don't do that stuff on company time," the
high schooler replies.

"Exactly. Work is work and play is play!" Adrian exclaims. And with saying
so he completely contradicts himself, leaning over while his hands are in
the sink and kisses Tom on the cheek.

"WTF!"

Smiling back at him as he scrubbed, Adrian says, "Yeah, I know. I just
broke company rules, but we can't do it too often!"

"Alright if I get even?" Tom didn't wait for an answer, moving next to
Adrian and smooching a kiss.

Suddenly they hear, "Ahem!"

'Uh-oh', Adrian thinks, knowing it's the boss. Then as quickly as he thinks
it, "Sorry Mr. Frye. It won't happen again."

Much to Adrian's surprise, Mr. Frye, rather than condemning, says, "It
better not. After all, we need the homophobes' business as well!"

"What?" Adrian stood in deep thought as his hands sat in the dishwater.

Tom makes comment, "I'd say Mr. Frye took that rather well?"

"Yeah, I know," Adrian was still hungover in disbelief.

"And at least he put it nicely." Tom says, "He could've really embarrassed
you in front of me."

"I know," Adrian replied.

As Adrian did his job, scrubbing at a pot, then held it up for Tom to dry,
Tom hesitated.

Adrian asks, "What?"

"I don't know," Tom dwells on it. "All of a sudden I sense something
strange."

"Strange?"

"Yeah, like there's something you're not telling me Adrian?" Tom puts it to
him.

Taking his sponge, Adrian throws it into the sea of suds.

"If there's something you don't want to tell me Adrian, it's okay. I mean,
I was just starting to get to know you and," taking his apron off, Tom
continues, "maybe it's not a good idea."

Yeah, there was a secret Adrian was hiding. To tell it was one thing, but
sometimes guys would take it as something weird and kinky. The reason he
wasn't mentioning any of it to Tom, especially when it had a connection to
Mr. Frye, is he found Tom to have all the superlatives he looked for in a
guy. Then, with his back to the sink, his butt slightly perched on the
edge, he sat there with his arms folded, looking down upon himself in deep
thought.

He looked up when Tom came back in, saying, "Hey, thanks for the job offer,
but I'm going to tell Mr. Frye I'm going to have to turn it down. But don't
worry, I won't mention it to him we've had a conflict or anything. I'll
blame it on me. That's it," Tom comes up with the idea in a snap, "I'll
tell him I'm going away to college. It was..." Tom gulped, "Nice knowing
you Adrian."

Feeling drained Adrian stood there and as soon as Tom took flight it seemed
his whole inner being made exit as well. "Fuck it!" Adrian thought,
stepping from the kitchen to the outer flanks of the restaurant. Tom was
already up the sidewalk when Adrian caught up with him, calling out his
name.

Upon hearing "Tom! Tom! Wait up Tom!" Tom was so ecstatic and tingly
inside, but kept his cool. Though he figured he wasn't being left to walk
away, so pleasantly asks, "What's up Adrian?"

Walking right around Tom, his bod keeping him from traversing the walkway,
Adrian replies, "I know this is like one of the oldest bullshit lines in
the book, but..." he hesitated while he ran his hand up his forehead, down
his dark brown mane, "I don't really know how to put this, but..."

Tom replies in the opposite, calm mood, "If it's not 'bullshit' then I
won't take it as bullshit, Adrian?"

With a little grin, Adrian says, "I could say the first time I lay eyes on
you I knew I had to have you, but..."

Tom tried compressing the prolonging, "You had to have me, right?"

"That's about the gist of it."

"I don't think it's bullshit."

"You don't?"

"No," Tom replies. "I mean, who would give up a soapy sink full of pots and
pans to run out of a building, catch up with a guy to tell him he loves
him?"

In a more feeling, Adrian replies, "I'm glad you see things in my
perspective."

Right there on the street they connected lips until a motorist beeped them!

%

"Now that's something I didn't think of, Mike!"

Like a tag team, the two worked on Vince. As Vlad toyed harshly with his
nips, clamped and hoisted above, stretching his victim's nips, protruding
out of the forest of his hairy chest, Mike took to stroking up his cock. By
doing this he mixed the aspects of pleasure and pain.

"Yeah, he'll be loving it soon," Mike laughed.

True to Mike's predictions, in between Vince's hollars of pain seeped some
jolts of pleasure. Too, when Vince teased, unhanding Vince's tall shaft, he
overrides Vlad, calling out, "Want more cock pleasure? Ya gotta take more
pain!"

Vlad wondered where Mike was headed with this and he didn't believe where
it went, Vince wanting more cock-stroking, 'paying the price' by Mike
unscrewing the retaining fasteners which make the clamps tighten around
Vince's nips.

Vlad even laughed his ass off, because with the increase in pain, Vince
arched his back, which only caused more grief, stretching his nips out
more!

As he stroked Vince, Mike says, "Pretty soon we'll have him exactly where
we want him!"

"Not too soon, please!" Vlad quipped, giving the winch a small turn, hiking
the chains, connecting Vince's nips, higher. He was a little disappointed,
Vince not feeling entirely in pain, but he liked Mike's game. But when he
thought about it, what is pain? In that back room, the first time he ever
allowed a man to enter him, it was pain, but coming out of it, he knew they
would look back on it as there always being a reason for it. Years from
now, Vince could thanking them, especially if the Greek clients decided to
keep him in their slave loop.

Mike shakes Vlad out of his reverie, "And what are you thinking about
that's more important than working Vince's pain threshhold?"

Smiling, Vlad says, "The pain of loving you?"

%

"Ohh-h-h-h-h-h I could learn to like this," Tony says as he lay in bed, his
legs in the air and with Scott coming at him right up the middle.

"You and me both brother!" Scott replies as he uses Tony's thighs as a
fulcrum, driving himself in deeper.

Suddenly Tony says, "Hey! Wait a minute!"

"What tha'fuck?" Scott says when Tony suddenly rolls over on his side, his
cock pulling out.

Stopping a moment, Tony says, "Oops! Sorry there, Scott."

Scott figures there had to be a good reason for Tony to roll over on his
left side and pull open the end table drawer.

"Just as I figured!" Tony replies, holding up a chain, a clamp on either
end.

"You don't even live here Tony! How would you know there was.... never
mind," Scott says, mostly out of frustration, because he's trying to still
keep his 8.5c nice and hard, as opposed to Tony's tight, slimy ass chute.

"Hey," Tony reasons, "every home which has a built-in dungeon has to have
some toys lying around."

Scott rolls his eyes, saying, "Yeah. Sure Tony. I wonder what's in the
other drawer?"

"Really Scott? Cool!"

"No, not really..." too late, "Tony."

"Oh 'nice'!" Tony says, letting the tails of a flogger dangle down.

Making a statement, Scott says, "We came up here to have some ordinary sex,
Tony?"

"No problem," Tony says, lying down, squirming to get into position.

Then Scott thought it entirely strange, him going about his business by
sliding his sausage back into the oven, watching Tony attach the clamps to
his own nips!

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Tony says.

"Tell me, was that your nips or me fucking you?"

Tony fibbed, "Both!" But then he was telling the truth, because after the
initial clasp, the pain subsided and melded into getting fucked, he was
enjoying both.

Next, the flogger sat on Tony's stomach, neither touching it.

Not really wanting to use it, Scott says, "I've got my hands full," he
meant 'the thighs'.

"No problem," Tony says nonchalantly, "I'll use it on 'you'!"

Suddenly Tony was unhappy, the lodged shaft not boring it's way inside any
longer.

"Okay, Scott. No problem!" He picked up the flogger, Scott picking up his
pace. Smiling, he watching Scott get back into it, at times biting his lip
and grunting.

"What the fuck are you doing, Tony?" Scott suddenly halted, looking down
between them.

Tony giggled, saying, "Did it feel good?"

"It didn't feel like anything," Scott admitted and he made it clear, "I
don't want some whip leaving it's mark on me. That's all!" Scott looked at
his chest, then Tony.

"Okay," Tony accepted it, throwing the flogger away, over the side of the
bed. Later on at least he got Scott to tug on the chain, connecting the
croc clamps on his nips!

%

"Hey guys? The phone's ringing!"

"You get it," Vlad said, since he was preoccupied with shoving his meat up
Vince's ass.

"I'm not getting it!" Marco said, holding Vince's cell phone he pulled out
of his jacket pocket. "Here, you're the CEO of a corporation, Mike!" He
shoved the phone into Mike's hand.

"Me?" Mike replied. Seeing the phone number appear, Mike says, "It's out of
state.... way out of state!"

"Probably Vince's contact. Ad-lib, Mike!"

While Mike answered the phone, he walked across the dungeon floor. Marco
heard Vlad instruct Vince, if he heard him cry out he would proceed to pull
on the winch so hard it would rip Vince's nips right off his chest! But
then he was more curious about the phone call, so followed Mike's lead.

When he closed the phone and walked back to Vlad, Vlad had just finished
jackin' off his load into his former boss. Marco asks, "Mind if I?"

Part of Mike's message had to do with him relaying to Marco, "He's all
yours!"

"So what's up?"

Smiling, Mike Turk says, "Here's the clincher, our new employer, Peracle
Xenalis, has been a customer of mine for years and..."

"Customer?" Vlad breaks in. "What business?"

"Import business of which I deal with many products. Xenalis has been
purchasing my line of Orient Crystal for years, building up his stock at
the villa. Regardless, he is most overjoyed of my mutual interest and says
it would serve in his best interests if I took over Vince Rodgers' position
in importing 'entertainment'!"

If he hadn't any endearing feelings for Mike, he might have challenged it,
saying, "And what would be his interest in me?"

Still bearchested from earlier today, Mike closed in on Vlad. Weaving his
hands in between Vlad's arms and ribs, he reports, "I'm surely going to
need a second hand man to work closely by me?"

It was understood as a sealed deal, their lips matching up.

Breaking, Vlad says, "Hey! Want to have another wrestling match?"

"Best man 'wins'!" Mike replies, grinning.

Crazy about Mike, Vlad wouldn't want to disappoint the man!

%

"What's that?"

Lying there, his finger winding up the chain to the nip clamps, Tony says,
"Um, the door bell... I think?"

"Maybe they'll go away," Scott says, continuing massaging Tony's ass
chamber.

But whomever was tickling the buzzer to the left of the outside front door,
became insistent on gaining entry.

"You want me to get it?" Tony finally suggested.

As much into it as Tony was, Scott offers to get out of bed, making excuse
for Tony, "Not with that... that jewelry hanging off your chest!" Scott
picked up his pants, but knew how much of a chore it would be to stuff his
big cock in. So, he detoured to the jon and came out with a toweled waist.

"They didn't go away," Tony said, sitting on the foot of the bed. Then he
got a brilliant idea, "Maybe it's Marco and he's forgot his key."

"Or Tom, though Marco had given him a key this morning," Scott said,
stopping at the mirror to smooth his short haircut back. The door buzzing
one more time gave Scott the urge to head downstairs.

Upon opening the door he questions, "Adam?" Of course Scott noticed the
fellow with him, but his main concern turned back to the youngest member of
the Barnett-Tarkington clan.

"Uh hi Scott," Adam uttered.

It's at this moment Scott kind of got the feeling it wasn't only Adam
checking him out.

"Marco told me you were staying with him," Adam says.

"Marco! When did you speak with him last?"

"Yesterday, after they let me go. Didn't Marco tell you he came to the
police station for me?" Adam says.

The other dude says as he tries looking beyond Scott, "Nice place you've
got...." he hesitates, gulps and says, "here." It's so obvious, his eyes
scanning from head to foot.

It's at this moment Scott realizes something else has caught the stranger's
eyes. Turning around, there is Tony, like himself, a towel wrapped around
his waist, only looser. Dipping several inches below his bellyhole, it's
questionable whether the base of his cock can be seen. Too, Scott doesn't
know what to say of the nip clamps and chain attached to Tony's chest, "I
thought I told you to.... take those things off!"

Being very polite, suddenly the other dude barges right in past Scott and
vents, "Not doing what you're told? I would think you're misbehavin' boy
and you know what that means?"

Tony's cock began pulsing right away as the dude takes the middle of the
chain and begins winding it up in his fingertips, drawing the two clamps
attached to Tony's nips towards the center of his chest.

"Who is this?" Scott questions Adam, his thumb tagging the dude getting
hostile on Tony.

"In the chatroom he goes by the name 'Master Barron', but his real name is
Jack Barr," Adam quickly explains.

Overhearing, Tony immediately falls prey, "And what would my punishment
entail Master Barron?"

Looking towards Scott, Jack says, "Well that's not for me to say, boy."

A coupla things were crossing Scott's mind right now. First and formost, he
saw such a longing in Tony's face to have this 'real master' take
over. Secondly, as Scott glances from Tony, to Adam, and back, he compares
the two. At the office, whenever Scott looked upon Adam Barnett-Tarkington,
he got the feeling, 'If only he were gay' or 'What a waste he's not gay'
and now with knowledge exchanged behind Adam's back, via Marco Terenzi, all
he had to do is break it to Adam what he knew. But now, to deal with Tony,
"Oh just give him a few hundred lashes across his back!" He giggles.

Tony gasps, "A few.... hundred?" he gulps.

Jack reinforces, "Sounds about right and I'll make sure I use a nice thick
strap!"

Realizing Jack was totally serious, when he was joking, Scott lightens
Tony's sentence, since Tony looked like he was ready to shit in his pants,
rather towel, "Maybe a hundred will do it for now, Jack."

Authoritatively to Tony, Jack mellows out as he turns to Scott, "I'm Jack
Barr, nice to meet ya. Hot boy you've got here. Mind if I play with him for
a few hours?"

"As long as I can play with 'your boy'?" Scott puts it to him.

Smiling, exhaling some humor, Jack responds, "Take as long as you want." As
they walked away, it could be heard, Jack questioning Tony about limits and
what he's into and getting totally ecstatic hearing of no limits and 'just
about anything'.

Still at the door, wrapped in the towel, Adam on the granite porch, the two
converse.

Really lost for words, Scott had no idea how he was going to present
himself.

Come to being so, he didn't have to, Adam saying, "You know Scott, from the
day you were hired as CEO by my brothers, I..." Too, Adam knew Scott was
gay, but wasn't sure if Scott knew he were. However, he didn't feel like
beating around the bush so, damned if he did, damned if he didn't, he
blurted out, "From that first time I saw you I had this like, deep crush on
you."

"Oh?" Scott replied, making like it was something new.

"Uh yeah," Adam replied. "Um, I kind of found out you were gay and I'm gay
too."

Putting on false airs, Scott flaps a limp wrist and says in a prissy
manner, "Oh my Gawd, you're gay?"

It made Adam laugh, seeing Scott as a comedian. But then he got serious and
said, "I thought you were beautiful with your clothes on..."

Scott cuts him off, "I should be. I wear five hundred dollar suits you
know?"

Smiling, Adam says, "But I like you so much more with," he peers down at
the towel, "almost nothing on?"

Adam couldn't help but laugh now as Scott reached forward, bunched his
shirt up in his hand and pulled him inside and closed the front
door. Plastering Adam up against the foyer wall, he moved his now nuded bod
up to him.

He says, "Um, Scott, you know you dropped your towel?"

"Yeah I know, but don't worry. Soon I'll have you all caught up!"

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