Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 11:23:03 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Collecting Things 01 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Collecting Things" 01 (M/M oral anal bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Great coin collection, Rex! I like this new one. Get any new stamps?" Rex had catalogued all of his coins that he's collected, for the past ten years, transferring the images to his computer, via a digital camera. The coined treasure was kept safely, in the vault of the family home. In a month's time he would be moving on in life, heading off to college. Even though, at eighteen, he considered himself a highly responsible person, yet didn't want the liability, if something should happen to his precious coin collection. A guy didn't haul such a treasure off to the dorm room. So, the collection of stores of CD's portraying coins from the US, as well as some foreign coins, became packaways, amidst Rex's computer paraphenalia. He and Steve had been viewing the extensive collection for roughly an hour and a half. "You're lucky that you have a dad that travels, Rex." "I suppose." "I mean, not only do you have this great coin collection, but look at all the stamps we've looked through for the past week." "Oh, I added another CD." "Another?" Steve asked, astonished. "Yeah. My dad was in Italy and France last month and sent me digitals of three rare stamps, in circulation around WWII." "You are one lucky guy, Rex." "Yeah. Say, Steve, do you think I can get some more pics of your body?" "More, Rex? You've been taking pics of my body for the past eight years. How many more do you need?" Rex faced Steve, putting his hands on his friends shoulders. He smiled at him, saying, "Now you know I wouldn't ask, without some kind of 'payment' involved, do you Steve?" The eighteen year old stood there, smiling back. "Of course not, Rex," Steve replied. Steve's hand moved to his belt buckle, while Rex's hands began unbuttoning the shirt. Playing together hadn't involved the usual games that youths do. At an early age, maybe ten, they discovered that the human body could be fair play, when having some boyhood fun. Often, in lieu of the glory of winning at Monopoly, instead of leaving it as victor and loser, they would plan ahead, setting a prize for the winner and loser. As they aged, the prizes became more 'grandiose'. With Steve all stripped, Rex began taking his clothes off. "I'll get the dice," Steve offered, going to the desk drawer. He removed a red pair of dice, with white dots. "Everytime I hold these, I feel they have such power." "How do you mean, Steve?" "Well, you always tell me to do stuff, Rex." "Yeah. So?" Rex replied, removing the last shred of clothing, his briefs. "Even though we both have fun, the dice control part of that action." Steve looked glum, as he finished the explanation, tossing the dice on the counter, next to the computer. His head hung down, as if he stare at his own cock, nestled in the dark pubic hair. Rex came up behind Steve, sliding his arms in between arm and sides. Moving his arms up his own six foot, one inch frame, he raised Steve's arms, then wove his hands behind Steve's head, placing him in a full nelson. "Oooooooh man... that feels so invigorating, Rex!" It's just what Steve needed, to break him free from thoughts of losing Rex, as they both headed off in different directions for college. Steve loved the feeling of having his body stretched, his body arched in a way that made his abs taut, his body curved, muscles flexing. Not much coaxing was necessary, for Steve's cock to extend to it's hardened, 7.5c state. For eighteen year olds, the two had been gifted early, with their stately erections, Rex's shaft, measuring a whopping 8.5c. "That's how I want you today, Steve." "Cool, Rex. Let's do it!" Rex broke off from the full nelson, moving to the closet for the rope, as Steve prepped the large bed. From many experiences with Rex, he stripped the bed completely, down to the mattress. Next he took a plastic sheet from the draw and remade the bed. It actually had been a plastic tablecover, used under a satiny one, so as not to stain a rich veneer with spilled foods. An evening at dinner, prompted Steve and Rex into a series of giggles, when the servant tried to explain to his mother that he couldn't find the undercloth. She accused the servant to being careless with household items. It wasn't anything, to Rex's parents, to have Steve for dinner. In fact, Steve almost lived at the Jarvis resident, since it had only been himself, orphaned in the world. His Uncle Bob, whom stood as ward to Steve, didn't care a hill of beans where he was, at long as the monthly check rolled in, designated for Steve's caring, but usually diverted to a six pack and other 'essentials'. "I can't believe that soon you'll be going off to college, Rex." "Hey, you're going too, Steve." "I know, but it won't be the same as you." "Hey, listen buddy. We all can't be born with silver spoons in our mouths." "I know and it's not that I'm afraid to work my way through college." "After we play today, I have a present for you Steve." "A present? Like what, Rex?" "Let's just play and if you're as good as usual, I might tell you." "Oh c'mon, Rex!" "Um, the hands?" Rex cautioned Steve, after he placed his hands on his shoulders. "Oh. Did we start. Sorry... um, sir?" "No, but we're starting right now, Steve." "Damn! C'mon, Rex. Say you started ten minutes ago?" Two eighteen year olds stare at each other, with 'serious' on their brains, until Rex cracked a smile. "Ten minutes ago, boy? We started a half hour ago. You'll pay for touching me, boy... on the bed. Get ready for the worst pain that's ever racked your body, boy!" Rex's words set the 'game' in motion. He laughed his ass off, watching Steve scramble, jumping on the bed, then laying flat out on his back, arms and legs spread eagle. "Ooooh, I can't wait to feel the rope stretching my body out, Rex. Hurry, please!" Steve begged. On this trip to Europe, Rex's father had taken his mother with him on his business excursion, throwing in some pleasure. They had asked Rex if he minded if he stole his mother away for a second honeymoon. Rex didn't object one bit. After all, it's not like they didn't leave someone in charge, their head servant, Michael Sardi, a 34yo whom had come on board before Rex and his older brother were born. A knock came at the bedroom door. Both boys, in the raw looked at each other. "Probably Michael," Rex quipped. Walking to the door, he stood mostly behind it, cracking it, as the turning knob allowed it to slowly open. "Oh, it's you Michael." Then swinging the door fully open, he replied, "C'mon in. We're just starting. You're alone?" "My nephew will be here in half an hour. I told him to let himself in," Michael replied. He acknowledged Steve, "Hey, kid!" "Hi... Sir." "Didn't you tell him we started early this morning?" Rex asked, pertaining to Philip's absence. "I told him last week, but he said he had to do something at work and then he'd come by." "I hope you're not going to go lightly on him, Michael." "Don't you worry about that, Rex. We both know he can 'take it', so I'm pouring the punishment on heavy!" "Good man," Rex replied to Michael, as if equal in age, instead of his 18 years young, "just like this pain pig here," Rex referred to Steve, who smiled at the two. Michael began disrobing from his servant attire, helping himself to a hanger, from the closet for his jacket, shirt, and pants. He traded the glad rags for his usual play attire, a leather harness, chaps and the boots, appearing from the gymbag he brought in. "Man, you sure look great in those leathers, Michael." "You tell me that every time, Rex." "I know. Someday I'm going to get myself some." Michael smiled. After buckling the harness, he walked back over to the door he came in through. "Where are you going, Michael?" "Hang loose a minute," he told Rex. Stepping out the door, Michael exited, then quickly reentered. He held two white, giftwrapped boxes in his hands, one smaller than the other. "What's this?" "Late graduation presents. Shipping got botched up, so that's why I'm giving it to you in August, instead of June!" After handing Rex one of the boxes, he approached the bed. Steve lay there, eagle-spread, but not tied down yet. "Here, you worthless scum!" Michael said sarcastically, slapping the box down right on Steve's pudgy stomach. "Owwwch!" he sighed out loud, doing a mock situp. "Fuck that! You know you loved it, Stevie!" Michael replied to the sore endeavor. The room rang out with, 'wow's' and 'thanks, Michael', as the eighteen year olds tore into their boxes, unwrapping their gifts. "Oh wow, Michael! These chaps must've really set you back!" "Hey, one can't equate the fun you've given me, over the years Rex, with money!" "Rex, will you look at this!" Steve stood on the bed, holding a full body harness up to his body. "Hee heee..." Michael giggled, "wait til you have your body a prisoner of that... no, there wouldn't be any loose fittings, including these!" "Oooooh!" Steve sighed, when Michael's hand took hold of his teen balls. "Why don't you help my boy into his new wardrobe, Michael?" "y'don't mind, Rex?" "Now you know I'm the sharing kind, Michael." "Philip's yours, for as long as you want him today, Rex." That made Rex's already bulging erection fill his new chaps. Philip Sardi, the same age as he and Steve, turned him on, big time, even before he shed his clothes. "That go for Philip's punishment, Michael?" "He's yours as soon as he walks through that door, Rex." "Nice." "What about my punishment?" Steve pouted. "Oh, I'm sure Michael can come up with something to keep you entertained, Steve." Michael threw a smiling glance at Rex, then turned to Steve, saying, "Where's the dice?" Like Rex, Michael thrilled at the gamble of the dice, in their play, all waiting upon Philip's arrival. "About time you fuckin' got here!" "Sorry guys, but I had to run one errand at the florist and..." "I don't want to hear your fuckin' excuses, boy!" One might have thought Michael shot off his mouth, with the dominant voice raging from within Rex. Philip sighed in pain, as Rex squeezed his crotch, saying, "You got that boy?" "Yesssir... aaakkkkkk.... sir!" Philip replied, half in pain. "Good, now get stripped and get ready for punishment!" "Um, yes..." looking over to Michael, who gives an 'okay' signal, then back into Rex's face, "yes, Sir." Rex loved watching Philip strip. Like he and Steve, Philip had been in that pubic change into jock status. The medium brown skinned Italian, dark nipples set on worked pecs, a dark patch of hair midchest, in a dark streak down his stomach, to a deep navel, swirling around and then integrated with the dark, thickened, curly pubic hair, surrounding an already engouged 8c, on a bed of tennis balls. When Philip turned, to place his folded clothes in a pile on the floor, Rex stroked his cock, wanting to force it into Philip's hairy ass crevice, but there would be plenty of time before that happened. Steve saw Rex's desires and reminded him, "Don't forget about my ass, Rex!" "Oh, don't you worry," Michael replied, "I'll be taking care of your ass today!" This is the first time, since Philip joined their play, three months ago, that they've traded 'boys'. Steve knew his ass would be splitting wide open, gazing upon Michael's 9c, thick cock. "Um," Philip says to Rex, "I hope you're as fulfilling as Michael." Rex looked over to Michael, asking, "Sounds like an insult to me, Michael." Philip replied, immediately, "Oh, no insult intended, Sir!" "Yeah," Michael replied, "I'd take that as a direct insult and don't take any of his shitty excuses!" "Lying scum," Rex said, in his best master improvisation. "Now get on the bed over there with the other bad boy!" Philip hadn't admitted it yet, like Steve has. That is, loving the feeling of his body being tormented. Didn't matter if he vocally admitted it or not though, since his Uncle Michael already knew the score, as well as Rex. After all, Philip wouldn't consent to coming to spend a week at Rex's home, if he didn't love 'the play'. "Your turn to roll the dice first, Michael." "Nah, you go, Rex. On account of you graduating and all. Yeah, you're the man now... Master Rex. Man, you look so fuckin' good in those chaps.. and oh yeah! Hold on! Got one more item to complete the ensemble!" Michael raced to his gymbag, then pulled out something leathery. Unwrapped, he placed it immediately in Rex's hand. "Oh woooooow! My first strap! Cool, Michael!" So overwhelmed with the leather implement, used in place of normally utilizing a belt, Rex held the soft, leather strap in two hands, behind Michael's back, as he hugged him. "I got some other stuff out in the car for you. After we punish these bad boys, I'll go out and get it." "More stuff? For me?" "Yeah. Some equipment that a master can't do without. That kind of stuff." "But I'm going off to college. What am I going to do with all this stuff, Michael?" "Take it with you, Rex. You kidding? Wait til you get settled in. There's tons of college jocks that want what these two boys crave!" "There are?" "Yeah. In fact, got a professor at the college that'll be able to help you round up a few willing masochists!" "No shit? A professor?" "Yeah. Doug Marantz. Science professor. Don't worry, Rex. I'm going to help you take care of all that extracurricular time you have on your hands." "I don't believe it. A college professor into what we're into. Um, is he a top or bottom?" "Top to most, but he'll do anything I'll tell him to." "How's that go, Michael?" "It's a long story. Let's get going on our boys before my cock springs a big leak!" Big leak? Rex's erection already leaked and big time. He could feel the sauce squishing around inside his chaps, leaking as a result of all the excitement. Not only the heat of the moment, but lusting upon Michael's thirty-four year body. Unlike his Italian nephew, Philip, his whole chest was covered with a luscious mat of hair, then a trail flowed halfway down his stomach, before fanning out over his belly. The thick forest of hair covered his lower region, completely covering his navel, even though the dark bellyhole could be detected. He had bushy pubes, but all that splendid hair couldn't hide the 9c, nor the big balls. "Got the camera, Rex?" "Yeah, here it is, Michael." "Cool. I want to get some 'before' pics of Steve's body." "He's going to get some hot treatment, from the best!" "Hey, keep watching me, Rex. You already are catching up quick!" Tossing the compliments back and forth, Michael set out to take digital pics of Steve's body. Moving around, as Michael ordered, multiple pics were taken of Steve's nips, navel, his chest and stomach as a whole and his pubes. Michael had Steve move his hips in different directions, so that he could get side shots of his 7.5c, sticking through the leather loop in his body harness. The torture already started, as the tight leather strangled the base of Steve's hard cock. As he followed Michael's directions, his twisting torso, pulled the bottom of the harness, taking his big balls along with it, causing Steve grief that only served as fuel to make his cock twitch. "Yeah... yeah... hot, Stevie!" Michael called out, snapping shots under his balls. "Can't wait to torture those babies! Now flip over on your chest, Stevie. Pull those ass cheeks apart. Yeah... good... yeah... gonna bust your ass wide open this weekend!" Michael talked of the weekend at hand, even though Steve and Philip knew they would be in for a helluva week. Michael and Rex had planned this 'sendoff' week for the two, plus Rex himself. Michael, on occasion told him that he would make the two hour drive, up to the college, to play, as often as he could. At the time, Rex didn't know that Michael would be staying at Professor Marantz's home and find out more about their history, as time progressed. "Great!" "Akkkk!" Steve yelped, as Michael slapped his ass, before hopping off the bed. "The camera's all ready, buddy," Michael said to Rex, handing him the digital piece. "Where's the dice? I'm all raring to go to work on Stevie here!" "Fetch them yourself, Michael. They're on the computer hutch." "Fetch huh?" Michael replied, kneeling on the bed, his hands on his leather thighs. "Yeah, what do I look like a peon or something?" "I knew I should've waited til later to give you those chaps," Michael said sarcastically. In reality, Michael looking upon Rex, the teen jock, all decked out in the leather ensemble, turned him on tremendously. He remembers a close buddy giving him his first set of leather, when he turned eighteen. Even more so, his extra kick came from seeing Philip bow to Rex's orders, bending or standing perfectly still while Rex snapped up his physique. He knew Rex was heavy into CBT, so knew that he would take tons of pics of Philip's cock and balls. Whereas Rex concentrated on the lower portion of Philip's body, Michael's focus was on the nips and navel. Two vulnerable places he liked to dwell on, though he liked working over a guy's balls, too. Of course that was the front of the body. When it came to an ass, his 9c would be handling most of the stretching play, along with his buttplug collection. "Um, got enough pics of Philip's crotch yet, Rex?" "Yeah. Guess that's enough. Let me start downloading. I'll name this collection 'Hell Week'." "Yeah, cool, Rex. Hurry. I want to start working over Stevie here. You want that, Stevie, don't you?" "Yes, Sir." Michael smiled, being patient. After all, it's been a helluva time, the last few years, being a mentor to Rex. His own father was off touring the world, so Michael had become more of a father to Rex, than his own. Something his mother didn't mind, often sending Michael off to events, instead of going herself. "All set. They're downloading. So, what's up for the guys here, Michael?" "Clothespins." "How about ten times whatever you throw on the dice, Michael?" "Ten? That's it, Rex? How about twenty-five?" "Yeah, okay. Toss them." Philip, stood there, looking down at Steve's stomach, as Michael shook up the two dice, in his hand. Throwing them out, they tumbled onto Steve, rolling over his bellytrail, then coming to a rest. "Three? Fuck that's got to be a miss-roll!" "Your call, Michael. Too many miss-rolls and you know what that means?" "Yeah. Okay. I'll take it. Seventy-five clothespins, each." "C'mon Philip. Get on the bed, next to Steve." Philip hoped so. From the first moment he met Steve, a few months back, he loved what he saw. Other than the physical structure, he liked being next to Steve, feeling his pleasure and his pain. He liked the dice game, because he sensed the same feelings that Steve would have, enduring the same torture of his body. Shimmying around, Philip slapped the sides of his torso next to Steve's. They both shared the same 5'10 height, build and weight. Steve's chest swirled with a light covering of dark brown hair. Philip's chest hair amounted to a dark patch in the middle, continuing down his stomach in a thin trail. Like Philip, Steve also sported a thin dark trail. Both trails extended down to deep bellyholes, treasure trails from navel to pubes. "Whew!" "What's the matter, Rex?" "These chaps sure are tight, Michael." "They'll loosen up on you. What do you want? They're new." "I know, but they're making a prison for my cock." "Then snap off the codpiece." "The what?" "Codpiece. Here, let me show you." "Fuck that. You keep your hands to yourself, Michael!" Steve let out a giggle, then, "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...ooooh shit!" Michael gives Steve a verbal warning, followed by slapping his cock real hard, with the palm of his hand. The sound of the slap, on the side of Steve's hard, 7.5c shaft was like that of a pair of hands clapping together. "Oh man. That's gotta hurt!" "Sure it does. Why do you think it's called torture, Rex?" Michael turned to Steve and ask, "Hurt, Stevie?" "Oh yeah," Steve replied, not terribly upset, looking at his red erection. "Like it?" "It's different. I could get used to it." Michael grinned. Yeah, it was going to be a fun week! % continued......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.