Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2011 21:21:21 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 09 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % CoMPany payLoaD 09 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % As for Corin and Aaron, Aaron was left in the stocks, Skip saying he would return for another round of emptying his vat of cum. For now, Demont required his assistance. Prearranged in Demont's mind, all which the camera could see, was Corin's mouth sucking away at Demont's 10c, not fully inserted, showing a good portion of his shaft. Of course, Demont could only be scene in the view finder from pecs-down. For `rehearsal', Skip stood over Corin's back, coercing him into carrying out Demont's orders to be tender or else `suffer'. A couple of times when Demont felt `teeth', he withdrew quickly, a sign for Skip to apply the flogger. It was Corin's turn to open mouth, screaming out loud as his ass got reprimanded! When he sensed Corin had enough, Demont would just insert his stroked up cock in after one of the lashes, Corin's mouth positioned wide open, giving it another go. For the `real thing', Demont had sincerely hoped Corin's red, fiery ass would edge him on towards providing an academy award performance in front of the camera. Little did either Skip or Demont have any kind remorse towards Corin, enjoying every moment of his humiliation! % "Good lasagna. Really good," Doug raved over the food. "Even my mother, if I had one, couldn't make it as good!" It then opened up a scene neglected, Doug and his family. "What do you mean if you `had one'?" Denis put it bluntly. Adam says to his brother, "Denis, maybe Doug doesn't want to talk about it." Doug replies, "Oh no. It's okay. I never really knew her." Putting it in simple terms, "She died when I was born. As for my dad, he didn't want the responsibility of bringing up a 5-year old. As least that's what my aunt was always complaining about. Both her and my uncle had nothing good to say about my father." "Tough break," Adam says. "Yeah," Denis busted on his brother, "great way of putting it brother dear!" Then, opening up his own can of woes, "Tough break when you and the cops found me in the cabin, huh?" Denis sulked. Even though he had had a lot of wine, Adam sobered up quickly, sat up and said, "That's not funny, Denis!" "I know it's not. You don't think I was any different than Doug and his situation?" Relating to this, Doug says, "It was pretty scary living with people I had never met before." Adam apologized and like he was going to do it anyway, says, "To make it up to you, I'm paying for the dinner tonight!" As Adam turned to signal Mathius, Denis says to Doug, "Like he wasn't going to anyway, dah?" % Like nothing happened, Geoff Sahin tossed about in his mind how to `decorate' Nolan's bod. "Is this part of your torturing?" Nolan asks. Cracking a smile, Geoff found it humorous, Nolan not having the slightest idea of how a `slaveboy' was to address a `master'. "Oh definitely so," Geoff replies and acts upon the words, walking over to a cupboard, flinging open the two doors, revealing all kinds of implements to deliver pain, needing to be hung, rather tucked away in a draw. From a hook he chooses a pair of nip clamps, mild compared to nasty looking croc clips, a ball parachute, quirt and to round out the ensemble, a ball-gag, different from the previous, a little tube inserted in the center of it. He smiled thinking to himself, `Now wouldn't this really leave a sour taste in Nolan's mouth!' Nolan couldn't see, his bod clinging to the bondage table, his vision obscured by the ability in which to turn his head about on his neck. However, when Geoff appears, arms loaded with toys clinging to his chest, Nolan complains, "Good-god Geoff! Hector said we were going to be here only a couple of hours?" In a nasty, but couth tone, Geoff replies, "That was Hector. This is me!" It stifled Nolan's attention for a wee moment, Geoff dropping the bundle of toys onto his captive's stomach. Geoff quickly rifled through them, producing the quirt in his hand, "Shall we start with this?" To Nolan, it looked like a smaller version of a whippy thing. His first burst of devilish mood, Geoff gave a quick slap of the quirt against Nolan's right nip. "Ow-w-w-w-wch Geoff! That like fuckin' hurt?" Geoff laughs. "That wasn't funny! Look what you did to my nip! It's turning all red!" In a singing tone, Geoff replies, "That's why they call it `torture'! Now to put it to proper use?" At first, Geoff handling Nolan's cock, it felt good. Then, like when Geoff noosed his own balls, Nolan began to worry, a little lasso being placed over his cock head. Envisioning it, Nolan asks in stuttered tone, "Are you going to like.... hang me?" Smiling, Geoff points a finger at Nolan, "Good way of putting it. I guess you're not the head honcho at your office for no reason!" He laughed. Nolan wasn't even cracking a smile, but looked over the fabric of his own chest to watch as Geoff began hoisting his cock up, the rope over a pulley and attached to his hands! "That's good!" Geoff says, tying off the other end of the rope. He had to admit it, after consoling himself, "Doesn't feel too bad, I guess." "Really?" Geoff replies. "Thanks for being honest!" His reward for being honest was Geoff loosening the rein his hands on the rope and proceeding to stretch his cock upwards more. "Okay... okay... it hurts, okay?" Nolan replies with fear. When Geoff doesn't stop, "Will you fuckin' stop already?" Because he shouted at Geoff, heads turned in their direction. "His first time," Geoff told a couple of guys. Then, turning back to Nolan, he says, "I bet he can take ten times what you can!" As it went, Geoff winning the challenge to Georg, the pawn was the same stakes, as if he lost, forfeiting Nolan. Walking over to where Dishan Zahovy is bound, by Nolan's former x-scaffolding, he looks the twenty year old in the eyes and says, "Too bad we didn't hook up first!" Nolan says, loud enough so Geoff can hear, "What am I? Chopped liver?" Patting Dishan on the chest, Geoff says, "This can keep for a while." "Feeling neglected are we?" Nolan sensed it was not a good idea to speak out after all, Geoff picking up the small whippy thing. "I think you can guess!" Geoff brushes the single stemmed quirt up and down Nolan's tummy-trail a little, just to throw some fear into him. When Geoff sticks the quirt into Nolan's bellyhole, he states, "Oh now that's something definitely different!" It didn't hurt, but rather stimulated Nolan, causing a kind of reaction associated with a light nip massage. He surely felt some electricity shoot through his balls. Even though Geoff didn't say anything he knew he produced a reaction. With enough fooling around he got down to business, saying in a stern voice, "Now, about respect, you will learn to address me as Master Geoff. Do you understand?" After a short giggle, in a joking manner Nolan replies, "Oh sure. I can do that!" He laughs. It was no laughing matter though, Geoff reinforcing his order, bringing the small whippy thing down on Nolan's outstretched shaft. "Ow-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w! Oh fuck Geoff! That really hurt!" "I know you meant `Master Geoff?'" Howling, Nolan was quick to mend his ways, replying after vocally expressing the pain, "Okay, okay, okay! Master Geoff! Satisfied?" Laughter from a couple of feet away, Hector says, "Are we having fun?" Geoff's eyes travel up and down the `bear' he left at Hector's mercy, "Have enough nip play Tom?" "Never enough," Hector answered for him, the two in agreement, exchanges of smiles. "Oh-h-h-h-h!" Tom replies when Hector tweaks a nip. "So where are you two headed?" Geoff asks as he nonchalantly lightly whips the quirt back and forth against Nolan's tied off barrel, shooting the breeze. "A couple of beers, maybe some burgers," Hector replies for him and the thirty-one year old beefy bear, him tapping the back of his hand against Tom's hairy tummy. Putting on an act, Geoff asks, "Mind if I join ya?" And then to Nolan, "You don't mind hanging around here for a while," he purposefully eyes the rope attached to Nolan's cock, "while I join Tom and Hector for a beer?" "Fuck that Geoff!" was Nolan's reply. "I thought you wouldn't like it," Geoff says, cutting loose the rope around the pulley. He also knew Nolan lacked social skills when it came to addressing him, but let it slide for now. Geoff was feeling kind of perky because Nolan was at least giving opinion of the pain ratio and it mattered much in keeping him stiff, even though he wasn't out to keep Nolan in constant pain. "Oh-oh-oh fuck Geoff!" Nolan complains as his cock slaps against his wiry pubes. He couldn't stay mad at Geoff, not that he was terribly swayed to do so, especially with Hector and Tom laughing along with his tormentor. "Well? What are you standing there for? Get these things off me!" Hector says to Tom, "Makes you wonder who the `master' is!" Standing, which made Nolan glad his feet were on the ground, he feels up his cock, saying, "I hope it works as good as it did before!" Geoff gave a quick laugh, but more importantly his mind was on something else, "What are we going to do about him?" He pings Dishan's weighted balls. Hinting, Nolan replies, "I bet his balls could stand a tongue massage too?" First hand account of his night in the dungeon, he got his first lesson in watching a dude as weights were removed from his balls. "Not so bad," Nolan said, Dishan's balls retracting almost from where they were positioned. Joking, Geoff says, "I knew I should have gone for the balls first!" "Think again Geoff!" Nolan reprimands him for even thinking of doing some ball-stretching. % Outside the restaurant, Adam beat around the bush, trying to get Doug to part company with him and his brother. Finally, Denis speaks out, "It might be okay if Doug came home with us, don't you think Adam?" It was his way of asking and being Adam was comfortable with Doug, he immediately responds, "I suppose it's okay." Piling into Adam's car, the three headed off towards the Crew residence. Most of the way Doug got further interrogated. In Adam's mind he wasn't going to allow Denis to get comfortable with a strange man on the homefront, without thorough investigation. At the restaurant he sensed good vibrations with Doug. Now it was time for some fine tuning. His mouth open, about to ask, Doug instead asks him, "Are you going to be chaperoning us all night, Adam?" Sarcastically, with a hint of humor, Adam replies, "I could very well get my jollies watching you two carry on in bed, but I'm assuming you will want your privacy!" Then, to get a dig in, "I am also assuming you will practice safe sex?" "Of course," Doug replies. Then to make it known, "I've never fucked a guy or been fucked though, if that's what you're driving at and it's not the first thing I think of when going to bed with a guy. Too, I really haven't had much experience with a guy in bed. What about you Denis?" Adam and Denis exchanged a quick glance to each other. Denis knew, as well as his brother, in order to explain in detail, it would mean revealing some facts concerning the horrific situation he got himself into and his brother rescuing him. Sensing something, Doug replies to their kept secret, "It's okay. You don't have to answer my question." "It's not we don't want to Doug," Adam replies. Denis jumps in with, "It's a long story. When we get to the house I'll tell you everything. This put Doug on pins and needles, his inquiring mind wanting to know. % With his super hearing, Geoff picks up on Hector's new acquaintance's whispering, "What was that?" "Nothing much," Hector replies. "Tom here finds Nolan's cock as scrumptious looking as a bunch of donuts in a bakery window and wondered if he could have a `tasting'?" Tom speaks up as Geoff ponders the request, "I'd be willing to `pay' for the privilege, `sir'." Already his mind made up, because Geoff thought Tom to be a hunk of a bear, he replies, "Of course you'll pay. You don't think I allow some guy to suck my boy off for free, do you?" Staring at Hector, Hector says to Geoff, "Hey, I hadn't an idea of bamboozling you Geoff." Back about an hour ago, Geoff had been the original one to hook up with Tom, met earlier that morning at his bake shop, in one of those eye to eye encounters, where it could be said in looks with words, they were on the same wavelength. He knew what Tom was into and how far he could go where pain was concerned. Even to Hector's ears, this would sound unrealistic, "Twenty-five lashes to the underside of the balls?" "Twenty-five, Geoff?" Smirking, Geoff replies, "I think it's Tom you should be asking?" Hector, turning to Tom, gets from him, "Hell, I think it would be fuckin' hot!" Part of hooking up with Tom, not only for the dungeon party, but also on a more personal standing, Hector says of Tom's decision, "I'm gonna make your life hell!" "Cool!" Tom replies as Hector massages his balls, from light to intense. "Ooh that feels so damn good. Harder?" "Never you mind," Geoff replies, pulling Hector's hand away. "I want those balls in good condition or `it ain't gonna be no fun'!" Turning around, looking towards Dishan, Geoff barks at Nolan, "Hey, did I give you permission to suck Dishan, boy?" Getting up off his knees, Nolan replies, "Oh, did I do something wrong?" Then as an excuse, "They looked so delicious I just couldn't help myself Geoff!" "Get you ass over here. I have another painful torture to put you through!" "What?" Nolan asks with suspicion. Right next to Dishan was an unoccupied X-frame. Geoff orders Nolan, "Hop up on the frame, facing me." "What're you gonna do?" "Put you through so much pain," Geoff hooks the wrist cuffs, still affixed to Nolan's wrists, to the tops of the `X', "it'll make you pass out!" "No Geoff. Come on..." However Nolan lost the privilege of speaking, Geoff applying the ball gag with the little hose attached. "Huh?" Nolan could barely question, looking at the ball gag, the plastic hose sticking out, his vision appearing cross-eyed. Balancing his feet on the same footings, Geoff steals a kiss off Nolan's face, then hops from X-frame to X-frame, his bod facing Dishan. Even though his mouth was plugged, it didn't keep Nolan from a tongue-in-cheek response, wondering `what that was about'! Too, he's suddenly very confused, expecting pain, but instead wondering `what's this about', Geoff unleashing Dishan's cuffed wrists. Neither of Geoff's `possessions' could guess what was spinning around in their master's mind, soon finding out as Geoff made Dishan kneel, bend over, him holding out Nolan's cock, offering it up like a sausage to Dishan's opening mouth. "Mm-m-m-m-m!" Nolan hummed through the ball gag, dropping his head back. Geoff stood there, smiling, knowing he was giving each what they wanted, Nolan getting pleasure instead of pain, his other, twenty year old slaveboy savoring Nolan's hot 7.5c. % After Doug got the royal tour of the rather spacious, but modestly furnished Crew household, the three settled into the living room, Adam in the easy chair, with Doug and Denis on the sofa. "Anybody up for some ice cream?" Adam asks. "Oh no... I'm full thanks," Doug rubs his stomach. Saying very much the same, his brother replies, "That goes for me too." Two more seconds of silence and Doug asks, as he turns to Denis, "You were going to tell me whatever it is you were going to tell me in the car?" Denis, instead of focusing on Doug, switched his gaze to Adam. "Unless you changed your mind," Doug didn't want to pressure. Maybe it looked like Adam was being suspicious of Doug, but deep down inside he sensed a deeper trust in the eighteen year old, unlike past company his brother has kept. Rather than it be all his decision, Adam states, "It's up to you bro." As he concluded leaving it up to Denis' decision, his cell phone goes sounding off an `Indie' tune. "Excuse me," he gets up and heads off into another room. His hand moving to Denis' thigh, now that he is not inhibited by `big brother' being present, Doug says, "I can be trusted not to blab it all around?" He could have brushed Doug's hand away, instead Denis sandwiches Doug's hand between his palm and thigh. On account of thinking Adam might be back anytime, he blurts out, "I used to give Adam a hard time. I was a real jerk and rather than listen to him, did things the way I thought they should go. I got into trouble, a real bad scene with a guy older than me. I thought he was okay to date, but it didn't turn out like I thought it was going to." Bringing his hands together in his lap, Denis fidgits with his fingers, picking at his nails in silence, looking down as if embarrassed. Rather than give Denis a choice in the matter, Doug asks, "What happened?" Too, he places his hand over Denis' nervous hands, separates them, his left hand taking the right and holding it as much to say, `trust me'. It changed the way Denis now thought of this and in a trusting manner looked up to Doug as he unleashed his story, "Our guidance counselors at school were telling us it would be a good idea to go check out some colleges and get an idea of career choices." "Sounds like a good idea," Doug replies. "I know, but instead of checking out the courses offered I began checking out the guys on campus. While I was getting something to eat at the cafeteria, at the student center, I locked eyes with this guy and his friends who were eating at another table. He came over and introduced himself as `Brad'. At the time the long hair, beard and scruffy look didn't bother me. In fact I found him kind of sexy." "How old was Brad?" "Twenty." "And you were fifteen?" "Sixteen, almost seventeen." "Go on," Doug says. "Before I knew it, Brad had invited me up to his room and it was the first time I experienced gay sex with a man." "A twenty year old man at that?" "I know. My first gay sex experience prolly should have been with a guy my own age, but as Adam put it, I was being unruly and with a mind of my own." Doug says, "You wouldn't be the first guy who this has happened to!" "In my case it got me into trouble. During the summer I saw Brad off and on, then in August he said him and his friends were going up to a cabin on the lake and do some fishing and invited me to go along. I had no reason not to trust Brad. He was really nice to me." "Question?" "What?" Denis asks. "During the time you had sex with Brad, did you like... go all the way?" "Nah. In fact he always treated me like a king. As soon as I came into his dorm room he would strip me down. He wouldn't allow me to strip my shirt or take my jeans off, but did it for me. Too, he was so sensual in doing so, kissing my lips, then my chest, once he got my shirt off. Then he would sink down, almost doing the same routine each time, running his tongue down my stomach and then, by the time he got to my crotch, he had my pants down and my briefs parked under my balls." "Sounds so nice!" Doug replies, forgetting about Denis' opening warning, something turning for the worst. "It was. But things were totally different at the lake. Adam told me I shouldn't go, but I didn't listen to him." Doug recalls, "But I thought Adam was your guardian?" "I know, but I was trying to be a big shot and take care of myself. I snuck away when he was out and met Brad at the dorm. We headed up to the cabin in his truck. I thought it would just the two of us, somes of his friends, maybe their girl or boyfriends, but it was all guys. I even questioned him about us being there alone for a romantic weekend together." "It's what it sounded like to me, what you guys were going to do?" Cutting right into the grisly details, Denis says, "Right then and there, it was like nothing intimate ever existed between us. I forget Brad's exact words, but he said something like, `Anybody up for some fun?' and then two guys, who had been drinking, charged towards me." "Shit! What'd you do?" Denis was silent, head bowed. Reacting, Doug put his arm around Denis' shoulder, comforting him, "Hey, I'm not going anywhere, if you think what happened to you is going to scare me away?" The eighteen year old, recalling last summer's nightmare, replies, "Brad, the jerk, turned me right over to two guys, Jake and Lucas. I tried breaking away and heading back to Brad, but as I approached him, he turned on me, punching me in the stomach real hard." "What a bastard!" Doug called the confrontation. "I know. Taking it like a hint, the one called Jake says to Brad, `I didn't know we could have `that' kind of fun with your boy.'" "Your boy? What did he mean by that?" Doug asks. "I didn't know, until Lucas held me, weaving his arms in and under mine, with my arms over my head and Jake starts caressing each of his fists in his hands. I wasn't sure, but I figured he wasn't warming up his fists because it was cold in there. Matter of fact there was a fire going in the fireplace and here it was summer time. But I wasn't thinking of something like that. More, I was scared shit Jake was going to hurt me." "I suppose he did?" "Not before I found out why they were calling me `boy', they told me I was going to be their slaveboy and Jake then says I better do everything they told me or I'd get `this' and then he hauls off and punches me in the stomach!" "Oh-h-h," Doug whines, "that is like so inhumane." "I know. It hurt real bad, but the second punch was worse because the first had knocked the wind out of me. Heck, I have never even been punched in the stomach before and it only took two punches to make me drop to my knees. That's when they started taking my clothes off me." Doug felt real bad for Denis and wanted to hold him, but Adam interrupts, "Hey, I got a call from the guy I helped at the store today..." "Yalin," Doug names. "Yeah, that's him," Adam replies. "He wants to get together for a drink. Can I leave you two alone for a few hours?" "No problem," Doug beats Denis to it. Denis does assure his brother, "We'll be fine." "If anything comes up you can reach me on my cell. I'll leave it on," Adam says before quickly getting himself together and leaving. "I thought he didn't trust you?" "Me too," Denis replies, being the instigator, taking Doug's hand in his. "So what happened to you and these jerks?" Denis didn't go way into detail, but skipped from one moment to the next, telling of being abused, beaten by being punched in the stomach, whipped on the back with a leather strap whenever he didn't do something `right', according to how Jake or Lucas wanted a certain thing done perfectly, like sucking either of their cocks or failing to fit two cocks in his mouth at once. It all wasn't about gay sex either, at times being tied down or tied hanging by his arms and them doing stuff to him, like tying his own sneaker laces around his balls and allowing his sneakers to dangle down, pulling his balls along with them. Then, while Lucas took pleasure in whipping his back with his belt, Jake would reciprocate, sucker punching him in the stomach, the sneakers swinging, making his balls ache. Astonished, Doug says, "I never heard of such a thing!" "Me neither, but I would never want to go through it again, believe me!" "I believe you. So how did you get out of it? It's obvious you are okay?" "There was another guy there. I forgot to mention, when Jake and Lucas began beating me, Jake stopped to tell Brad `his boy' was hanging out back of the cabin. I didn't know he really meant `hanging out' there until the two got tired of using me. Taking me out back, I saw Kevin Branson, a senior on the football team at school, tied eagle-spread between two trees." Doug asks, "Brad was doing stuff to him, like Jake and Lucas did to you?" "Worse. You gotta understand, Kevin Branson is not only on the football team, but he looks like he works out at the gym seven days a week." "Muscle-dude, huh?" "You bet. He's got like, eight-pack abs, solid pecs and... well I can't say I haven't eyed up his massive anatomy, our gym class coming in while his class is finishing up on their showers!" It was a tinge of laughter, like something casual shared between to gay dudes, Doug saying, "Sounds nice." Nice didn't cut it, sending Denis right back into his horrifying story, "Not for Kev, I'd say. Whatever he had built up for himself, the physique or what was endowed to him, didn't play in his favor. I thought a punch in the balls or Lucas' belt coming up from under my nads was hell. As for poor Kevin, when they tied me hanging from a tree branch, my feet barely touching the ground, they too walked over to where Brad was torturing Kev. Right away I noticed I could not see his balls and feared for the worst until they took Kevin out of his stretched position, his bod collapsing on the ground, faced down." "He wasn't...." Doug gulped in lieu of calling him deceased. "Oh no. As for both of us, we both lived to tell about our ordeals, but what I was going to say about Kev's balls, Brad he this wooden piece which clamped around Kev's nads and then it was stretched behind his ass... it was like his balls were in stocks and stretched through the crack of his ass, then the wooden piece anchored behind his thighs. It's why I only saw his big cock and not his balls!" "Damn that's gotta hurt!" "It did. I mean Kev was moaning as he lay on the ground, but later when I got to talk with him he said it was the worst pain he ever felt in all his life." "I guess you got off the hook for awhile then?" "Yeah and I felt like it should have been me taking some slack off Kev, but in a way, them hurting Kev kept me from being hurt more. I feel so ashamed." Rubbing Denis on the back, Doug says, "You shouldn't be. Those guys were going to do what they were going to do anyway?" "I know," Denis pouts, "but I still felt bad, especially since what they did they did right in front of me. I thought for sure some of what they called `toys', they were going to use on my ass too." Their chat came to an end, Adam calling the house. When he told Yalin about Doug hanging out with Denis at the house, the two were invited out, told they would be picked up at the house in a half hour, to be ready. Hanging up the phone, Denis says, "When Adam left he didn't take a shower. I feel kind of scuzzy." Taking it like a cliffhanger, Doug replies, "I feel kind of scuzzy myself?" They were close on the sofa, but naked and soaping each other up in the shower they felt closer. Not on purpose, the soap fell in the tub, Denis offering to pick it up. As he bent over to get it, he looked up, first his eyes adhering to Doug's wet crotch. Reading Denis' eyes, Doug says, "Only if you want to." Handing the soap over to Doug, he figured Denis was passing up the chance, but then his friend squats down on one knee and takes his dripping cock and balls in his hand. "Is it okay?" "Like I said Denis, if you want to. I'm not into forcing anyone to do stuff," Doug replies with a smile. Denis wanted to, but says, "Okay if we do it later? My brother will be by to pick us up soon." So they settled for bod to bod action, chest to chest and mingling of crotches as they innocently kissed. % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. -- "The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!" TCMcP.....