Date: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 07:58:48 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 11

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Giv2GeT 11

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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There was a reason Ed make small talk, waiting for the bus to pull out,
through the open gate. What happens at camp, stays at camp. Trespassers
were not allowed, even within a few feet of the fences on all sides of the
acreage. If they did, it would be an electrifying experience for them, to
say the least. Too, it was Bryce's thinking, if AJ were to hike out here on
his own, he would be camping out by the front gate until someone came
along. Unless you phoned ahead, had the phone number in your possession,
you could not gain access to Camp Rufghup.

Right now, he was feeling a little electric, watching as Joseph gave Chad a
talking to.

Having butted Chad's bod right up to the tree, Joseph had whipped out a
pair of cuffs, fastening one around Chad's right wrist, running around the
tree and closing the other around his left. The way it would appear, Chad
was hugging the tree!

It was not the case, Ed calling the rest of the campers to form a half moon
behind Chad. There was no direction to the others, though they wondered
what was going on here.

LL knew Chad's actions demanded punishment, but when he watched, as the
others witnessed, Joseph taking off his vest, unbuckling a flogger from a
belt on his waist, he wondered if this scene was for real or just something
to scare the hell out of the camper.

For certain, saying out loud, his own comment, "Is he for real?" they all
watch as Joseph walks up to Chad, grabs his shirt at the collar and tears
it down to his waist, until it could be pushed over the chest, revealing
Chad's smooth back.

Cool, Chad barks out, "Hey, that shirt in your hands cost me 100
bucks... you're fuckin' paying for it!"

Joseph laughs, another plot to terrify!

Declan, having been around the block more than once at Camp Rufghup,
answers Chad's first worry, "Oh he's for real all right."

Guy Weck seconds if, "As real as real can get!"

LL doesn't miss it, Guy rubbing his crotch!

Standing back, Joseph was ready to do justice, when one of the troops steps
forward, saying, "Excuse me sir?"

It was Jordan Hoolihan, the ginger cub, placing a hand on the arm which
held the flogger out, ready to bring it back and wield it against Chad's
back, he tells the cub, "You're obstructing justice. I suggest you move
back or take the same?"

"But sir, his back is like so smooth, so nice looking. I mean, how would
you like it if you went to the beach and had to keep your shirt on, because
your back was all messed up?"

Slowly, Joseph's eyes squinted, with thoughts, `Is this guy for real?'

Ed thought it kind of funny, only because Jordan, in Ed's eyes, was a hot,
hot man, plus it kind of moved him, going against Joseph's hand.

"Good point," Joseph says, hooking the flogger back to his belt. "Strip
your shirt off. You'll take his punishment for him!"

"Me?" Jordan's eyes were as wide as saucers, his jaw dropped open.

Making it a tough order to refuse, Joseph cracks a little smile, "Sure. I
love it when a man stands up for his fellow man."

"You do?" Jordan relaxes a little with the smile.

"Sure, but someone has to pay for the little outburst and it just so
happens, you volunteered. Admirable, to say the least. Now, will you take
that fine looking shirt off or do I have to give it a `destroyed' look?"

His face shone with a look of seeing something vulgar and disgusting, like
pigs guts or something, Jordan swallowing, saying a meek, "If I gotta."

It was morning, around 10, but the sun had already started its ascent to
noontime and with the beginning of July, it was more than hot. Some of the
men in the yard, camper or counselor, wished they could strip, but not for
the reason Jordan had been ordered to do.

"Guess not," Joseph started to walk towards Jordan.

"No, that's ok!" Jordan jumped back. "I've got it," he started unbuttoning
the nice shirt he got for his birthday, from Bonobo's.

"Then get to it boy," Joseph hastens the attempt to free up the shirt.

"Um, okay. Uh, sure," Jordan says.

It's Tom who notices, "Isn't he going to free up... the other lad?"

"Yeah, you're right," Birch Gib leans his head back from the security tier
of men, agreeing.

Hands like praying, Conan Quinn Kelly laments, "Oh, I hope he doesn't hurt
the cubby bear too much."

He was in love, even before Jordan Hoolihan had stripped off his shirt,
revealing the rounded stomach, covered in a fine shade of ginger-red,
sweeping over pecs and up to the tops of his shoulder. Unlike himself, it
showed, Jordan definitely knew what the inside of a gym looked
like. Regardless, the closely cropped beard over his chops, it was all
good!

"Over there," Joseph directs Jordan.

Being ordered over to where Chad hugged the tree, Jordan asks, "Over
where?"

"Crotch up to his ass. We're going to show this boy what a real man is
like!"

Standing 2 feet behind Chad, Joseph places a hand to Jordan's back, giving
him a hefty shove.

"What tha..." Jordan exclaims, feeling his front slap against Chad's back.

In protest, Chad yells, "Get this fuckin' pig off my back!"

Adamant to say the least, Jordan doesn't lash out on Joseph, but to Chad,
the cub gives him an extra butt of his stomach, "Who you callin' pig, after
I put my butt on the line for you... ingrate!" a third slap of his slightly
oversized gut helped to prove Jordan's point.

Inadvertently, his actions spoke louder than his words, Jordan feeling
something more than wanting an apology from Chad!

"Fuckin' love it!" Joseph says.

Turning around, placing his hands on his hips, Jordan confronts Joseph,
"You think it's funny, getting your jollies from scaring the shit out of a
guy? You're nothing but a fuckin' sadist!" Fed up with Chad too, Jordan
steps back, "Go ahead and fillet his back, for all I care!"

In the past, whenever a sentence of punishment was pronounced upon a
camper, there was no going back. However, as happened with Jordan, a chill
took Joseph by surprise, something about guys with a larger than life
stomach, covered with luscious ginger-red hair that could make a man lick
his lips, Joseph relieves Jordan of his sentence. Not saying a thing, he
prepares his flogger, standing a distance needed to bring it back, overhead
or whatever necessary to bring it across the victim's upper back.

"No! Wait, Jordan," Chad was pleading. "I was only joking about the pig
business!"

Zack wasn't really getting into it, but seeing Declan rub his own crotch,
he was feeling different vibes, in relation to his brother, "You're really
enjoying this, aren't you?"

The atmosphere, the mood of the place, Joseph standing there, stripped to
the waist, a flogger in his hand, feeling out how far he needs to bring it
back, in order to create the perfect sting, Declan lost conscious of anyone
around him, "Oh yeah. Joseph can really deliver a good sting. You'll see!"

He couldn't believe it! Looking down at Declan's pants, it wasn't only Zack
noticing the big bulge, stirred up by a hand and he also thought,
adrenaline rush, "You're sick!"

Ed `knew', watching Zack walk away. He could've told Zack Black he was
wasting his time with Declan, but when a guy sees love in a man's eyes, it
is nearly impossible to change opinions, has to see it for himself. He
wanted to go after the 19-year old, but thought otherwise, seeing one of
the Gib security men go after him. With so many new men around here, with
such short notice, Ed couldn't keep up with who was who...

"Hey, wait up!"

Stopping, Zack wasn't sure whether he wanted to turn around or not,
although for certain he knew he wasn't followed by Declan.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You look kind of shaken up, from
what happened back there," the kind words came.

Dropping his head, like failure hit, failure to follow through, get his
stuff together and leave this forsaken place, Zack turns around, "Look,
I..." A man didn't have to be drop-dead gorgeous for Zack's
tastes. However, Italian guys could be a turn on as much as Irish or any
nationality. To boot, if the guy was deemed a nice guy, which coming after
him show something, "Thanks for your concern," he put off packing up for
the moment.

"It's just the way I am. I don't know what happened to you back there and
you don't have to explain anything to me, except reassuring you are going
to be okay, would be fine. By the way, I'm Rob."

For certain, it sounded like concern, then a quick getaway, but a hand
extended, in a way Zack is glad it did not turn out as a hit and run, "I'm
Zack. Zack Black. I'm not a camper, nor counselor here."

"I know. We all do, know who is who. Our security company received
portfolios on all the campers and others. You weren't on the list. But..."

"But what?" Zack hung out.

"Nothin'," Rob asserts, a tinge of Italian heritage in his accent, "Just
good," Zack could tell he was looking for words to impress, "good that you
are... here. I dunno. Saw you walking off, like you got your balls all
twisted up and..."

"My balls all twisted up?" Zack questions, losing some of the animosity
over Declan.

"Yeah, you know, when," Rob began to explain himself.

Silence prevailing, Zack got what he was saying, but because he was so damn
cute in his explanation, especially his deviation, from how a painful
situation can be soothed, "I don't quite get the gist of it, Rob. You'll
have to show me sometime."

"Really?" his high hopes were up in the clouds.

"Not the twisted part, the soothing part?"

"Sure. Cool. No problem man. Like is this where you're staying, I think
it's Declan's cabin?"

Now there was something unsure, lodgings at this moment. Matter of fact, if
Rob hadn't showed up, he would be packed and on his way towards the front
gate, but as fate has it, he couldn't get over how convincing the Italian
was, impinged on whether to stay or to go, "Truth is, I had it mind to
change cabins?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Rob, generous, kind-hearted, his ball boiling over
ever since he lay eyes on Zack, offers, "I'm rooming with Trai and
Clyde. There's four buns... I mean bunks... yeah, that's what I meant, four
bunks, but we're only using three," Rob says, adding, "a little slip of the
tongue there, tee-hee-hee," he smiles a toothy grin.

Smiling, it was a face you could not get angry over, causing the other
person to find humor, feel it and mirror it back, "Nice slip!"

"Hey, if you need help with your gear, I can help?"

Before he could though, Birch came looking for his lost sheep, "There you
are, Rob?"

"Oh. Sorry," Rob says, a little nervous, like Zack couldn't tell,
nonetheless, helpful to say the least, "the boss wants me."

At this moment, reflecting on the past five minutes, more than Birch wanted
him!

However, knowing how his crew could be, all hired out of the gay employment
agency, his boss couldn't put a lid on the interaction between males,
"Doing a little hunting in the woods, Rob?"

"Oh, you know me... See a guy in trouble, I just can't let him go off and
feel helpless. You never know these days," Rob slices his throat with his
thumb!

"Right," Birch places a hand on the 26-year old's shoulder, "I'm mighty
proud of you Rob, for saving a dude's life!"

"That's why I became a security guard, to protect the citizen!"

Birch couldn't agree more and knew he could count on Rob!

When they arrived back at camp center, Rob asks, "Hey, where did they all
go?"

"I don't know," Birch says, other than, "except one guy."

"Mamma mia! Do you think they're going to leave him chained to the tree all
day?" Rob asks.

Walking over to where Chad is cuffed to the tree, like he's doing some
drilling, Rob says, "Hey, they didn't whip you dude?"

In a bartering mood, Chad says, "Hey, I got my checkbook in my
gearbag. Name your price to hack these cuffs off."

Birch knew about bribes. The business he is in, he never heard of anyone
who didn't get offered one, even some who took it and are now on the other
side of the fence. If a straight guy, he'd deal with it, but already
knowing Chad was gay, because his picture showed him at a Gay Pride
celebration, drinking up a storm, "Tell you what. You give Rob a blowjob,
while I'm fucking you and we'll call it even!"

Dead serious, Rob says, "Oh, can I fuck him," surveying Chad's tight pants,
"looks like he's got a hot ass."

Changing up the game plan, Birch says, "Rob will be on your ass and you can
choke on my sausage."

"Plus 10 grand?" Rob was joking about this!

"Anything you want. It's yours. Get me loose."

"Only one problem, to seal the deal," Birch says.

"I don't care," Chad wanted out of this nightmare, "you can both fuck me!"

"That could be stimulating," Rob takes him serious, "your cock next to
mine. Might help making us both come, with bigger loads?"

"The problem is," Birch sends a message, "your gear is on the bus, headed
back into town!"

"That's not a problem," Chad was desperate, knowing Joseph was on his way
back, any time now, "you can drive me to town. I can write you a
check. I'll grease you both up until you're nice and slick. You can fuck me
right there on the bus. 10 grand or 20, I'll make you a sweet offer you
can't refuse," he pleaded, vigilant of anyone he saw enter the courtyard.

"What do you think, Rob?"

Not as a test, he's known Rob only a short time, but in that time has found
him trustworthy, at least until now, when he would find out Rob's true
worth to the company.

"I don't know. The money sounds real sweet... but heck! We can fuck him
anytime. We don't need to be bought off! Besides," Rob smiles, "I got
something new going and don't want to blow it!"

"What's up here," Rob feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Yikes!" Rob jumps, turns, sees... "Mamma mia, Joseph! You scared the hell
outta me!"

"Good," Joseph smiles, "you can skip confession this week. Now, if you'll
excuse me," he steps right between the two, placing a hand on Chad's bare
back, "I'll got some disciplining to do."

Seeing Joseph rub Chad's smooth back, Rob says, "Don't get hard over it!"

Birch and him walking away, he says, "I've got to admit it, Rob, you've got
some hell of a nerve?"

"How so?"

"Joseph. I bet when he gets hard, he gets hard. Watch what you say to him
or else you might find out just how hard he gets!"

"Oh shit, you don't think..."

Birch had to laugh, finding out months ago how gullible Rob can be, also
curious, "I mean, if no one has taken your cherry yet?"

"Haven't found the perfect man," Rob confides, "though I might have now?"

Walking, where there's a crossroad in the forest, a stampede comes running
by them.

Birch and Rob look at one another, the same thing running through their
minds, having seen campers and counselor, en masse, hoofing past them,
without a stitch of clothing.

"Mamma mia, we better catch up!"

Rob didn't even unbutton his shirt all the way, pulling it off overhead,
ditch it behind some bush.

"Well, aren't you headed to the lake?" he asks Birch.

"Civilly, yes," Birch replies, eyeing up those smooth, rippled abs, then
seeing how big the muscle was underneath the briefs!

"Well here, then. You're in charge of my stuff," Rob has gathered his stuff
in a bundle, pressing it against Birch's chest.

Not waiting, he hustles off in the direction the naked antelope were
headed. Looking down, seeing Rob's briefs on top, Birch bends his head to
take a whiff!

"When you're done, you can smell my feet!"

`On no! Worst nightmare,` Birch thinks on, it caught with his nose in the
crotch of Rob's briefs? Fortunately it was someone friendly, "Where's your
prisoner?"

"Let him go," Joseph says, taking the briefs off the top of the pile,
sniffing them.

"Did you whip him?"

"Nah. Next time."

"If there is a next time?" Birch is fascinated with Joseph, watching him
turn the brief around, from the crotch, to the ass.

"Not too much of a scent. Must be a fresh pair," Joseph says.

"I once was with a guy who wanted to lick my pits, and ass. He said he
liked guys with deep, ripe navels and loved tongue fucking them. A little
too weird for me," Birch laughs.

"Somethin` wrong with you, man," Joseph laughs as he's going for his
leather belt, with little silver studs.

"You like that stuff?"

"Hell, what man doesn't like his ass eaten out... except maybe, you?"

"Of course I like my ass tongued. I was talking about him digging his
tongue into my navel!" Birch says.

"Oh. You need to clarify things. By the way, your friend who was with you?"

"Rob."

"Yeah, Rob. He's got spunk. I'd like to team up with him sometime. He top
or..." Joseph stands there a moment, having handed his leather vest boots
and chaps over to Birch, adding it to the pile, making sure the codpiece
was inside out, on top of the heap.

>From what he could gather, Birch says, "Yeah, top."

"Nice. Love getting with another man and working a boy over. Hey, you
wouldn't happen to be into 3-way?"

"Uh, no thanks. If something goes up and in there, I'd rather it be 1 and
not 2?" Birch knew where Joseph was going with this.

In reality, Joseph had no intentions of doing anything with either of
them. The real man he was after, was Conan, but he couldn't quit the idea
of another man and for that, he had already picked out a man to tie down,
Birch's former lover and fellow worker, Sebastian Rodgers.

Smiling, Birch watches Joseph take a running hike, wondering if every time
he jogged in the raw, did his jungle-balls get bruised? Strangely,
something was tearing his attention away, the mixing of man-musk and
leather, on top of the clothes pile!

While covering ground, on the way back to his cabin, not knowing what else
to do with Rob and Joseph's clothing, but to guard them, he runs into Arch
Geller, "Hey, what's up?"

"What's up? I'm tied down to the kitchen is what's up. I have a feeling I'm
not going to get a chance to run naked through the woods this summer!"

"Something smells good," Birch talked about the box in Arch's hand, not
Joseph's leather and musk.

"Yeah, right. Another downside to the job. Twice a day I've got to run this
up to the corner of the property and deliver it to the cabin."

"Why? You've got an invalid staying there?" Birch asks.

He knew very well why the person who was staying at the special cabin in
the woods could not make his way down to the mess hall, but knew he had to
keep it secret, Arch saying, "I'm not at liberty to say."

Always an inquisitive man, with an investigative mind, Birch says, "Hey,
you know, I just saw every guy in the camp, except you, run by here,
without a stitch of clothing. Hah! It was like so surreal, seeing all those
cocks and balls, bouncing up and down and the eyecandy... man, have we got
a hot bunch of men here at camp!"

"Really?" Arch looked like he was melting and the sun hadn't even touched
the top of the sky.

"If you want, just this once, I could take care of that box for you and you
can strip down right here and go have some fun with all those hot boys?"

Instead of `northeast', Arch's head was turned `west', "I'd sure like to,
but Ed."

"Why does Ed have to know all your business, Arch? I can keep a secret. You
can keep a secret. Who is to know?" Birch says convincingly, which there
wasn't much needed after describing the mass of flesh, on foot.

"Promise?" Arch says, losing his grip on the box.

"Yeah. No problem. In fact you can drop your clothes on the pile and come
by my cabin later to pick them up?"

"I dunno," Arch was still making up his mind, but focused on the west
horizon.

"Oh, you know my guy," Birch means one of his security ment, "Alex Cobb?"

"Alex Cobb?" Arch repeats.

Describing him, "About your build, a little chubby, beard, chest and
stomach a mass of hair, big cock and balls?"

Birch knew he had him, Arch licking his lips, "I might have seen him,"
though wasn't sure about the cock and ball description.

"Well, I know for a fact, Alex is looking for a man to settle down with."
Birch had already detected, "He's tired of jerking off and looking for a
hydrant to hook his hose up to?"

"Damn!" Arch says, freely handing the box over to Birch.

So, on top of Rob's clothes, on top of Joseph's leather heap, sat Arch's
clothing, crowned with the good-smelling box, which Birch quipped, he'd
rather a good, musky pair of men's brief over it, any day!

Dropping the goods at his cabin, which he share with Sebastian Rodgers, so
engrossed in finding out what was so special with the cabin up in the
northeast pocket, he almost forgot the box!

Fortunately he had a compass, but wandered a little off course, because the
cabin wasn't exactly northeast. He's glad he did get a little lost,
standing on one of the highest points, able to see `tiny ants' swimming the
lake, running around the perimeter, then take for cover, heading off into
the woods.

Breathing in lungs full of fresh air, his eyes take him over the electrical
fence. Among heavy, overgrown foliage, there's dots of buildings, most
looking like they are abandoned. He didn't know of any ghost towns in the
area, of which, minus a few, this could be the case.

Dwelling on this, the atmosphere seemed void of noise, until he thinks he
hears a moan. Heading in that direction, Birch condemns himself, finding
out he was a few yards from the cabin.

Knocking on the front door, the 26-year old security manager uses a tactic
he's used in the field, yelling, "Pizza delivery!"

Waiting all of five seconds, all he could pick up from inside was a moan.
So, tried, with his very faulty Italian accent, "Heya, I gotta you-a
pizza. You come open-a the door-a!"

It did the trick, the door opening, Birch reiterating, "I got your food.
Arch sent it over."

Instead of a polite welcoming, the front of Birch's green, khaki shirt is
balled up in a fist, used as a handle to be pulled inside!

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