Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:07:28 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 06

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Giv2GeT 06

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Where's the ropes?"

"Ropes? Um... Uh..." Tom doesn't get it, having never participated in any
of this endurance stuff.

LL continues the barrage of questions, "Mud pit? Hanging nets?" moving his
shoulders to the right, then left, twisting his torso, "like, where's
apparatus to climb over?"

For sure, there were a few hills, but not rugged mountains for a rugged
man!

"I don't see none," Tom replies, "I mean, I don't see any?"

Slapping Tom in the abs with the back of his hand, LL says, "Well, you're
the man. Didn't you send Ed an itinerary, regarding the set up?"

Already failed at trying to pass himself off as some high-falutin' `grunt'
trainer, "I have a confession to make," Tom raises his palm, like he's in
school, "I like, don't have a clue to how all this goes?"

"Oh really? I thought it was a test they put all porn stars through?" LL
replies, smiling.

"Please don't make it any worse than it is, because when Ed finds out..."

"Cool your jets, because Ed is not going to find out, if I can help it!"

"What do you mean? As soon as he sees I don't know what the fuck I'm doing,
he's going to suspect?"

"Ed?" LL questions, "I doubt it, but for certain, these college frat who
are arriving in a day or two, for sure they are going to know the
difference between being a novice or professional?"

"Ugh."

"Hey dudes, how's it going?"

"Jose!" LL exclaims. "You're all right!"

On their way from Tom's cabin, to where they supposed Jose was sequestered
away, Orrin's cabin, passing through a field, it had dawned on LL, he
hadn't seen any set up which would resemble a course for Warrior
training. The sight and sounds of Jose's arrival, reminds him!

"Of course I'm all right. That Orrin, man is he a trip?" Jose hurriedly
tells the course of events, "When we got to his cabin there was this other
gringo, Casper. He didn't show up until we were already in the process of
ditching out clothes."

Wondering, Tom asks, "Where is Orrin right now?"

Smiling, with eye contact between him and LL, Jose says, "Tied up for the
moment. Wow is he a fast mover!"

Knowing Jose for a long time, LL says of it, "But not as fast a mover as
you, huh Jose?"

"Anyway, before you interrupted me, L, this dude said something about going
back to the cabin for his stuff. To make a long story short, in Casper's
other hand was a baseball bat. Orrin said he `liked it', but before he
could get an idea of what it was for, this Casper dude hauls off and tucks
Orrin's gut in."

"Is that so?" LL says.

Tom, he was interested.

"Talk about me being fast, you should see the gringo, who steps on Orrin's
back, whips out some cuffs, attaching them to Orrin's wrists and then had
the nerve to tell me to help him," Jose explains.

"To?" Tom asks, almost drooling for the activity, men in nakedness and what
was up with that!

"It all happened so fast and this Casper-dude, well I jumped right in and
helped him get Orrin onto the bed. He put the bat in my hand, with
instructions to use it if I had to."

"On his gut or between the legs?" LL asks.

"I didn't have to use it. It took only one swing of the bat to tarnish
Orrin's gut. He was still moaning from the punch to his stomach, even while
Casper was chaining him up to the bed," Jose hurriedly explained, wanting
to get to the good part!

"And?" Tom didn't really need to say it.

Casper opens up this case. Very neatly arranged, are rows of pins."

"Pins?" LL asks, "like sewing?"

Tom facetiously says, "Needles. You don't sew with pins!"

LL asks, "What are you? Little Suzy homemaker?"

"L, you want to hear the rest of the gruesome story?" Jose interjects.

"What are the `sewing-pins' used for?" Tom asks, looking to LL.

"Casper said he had a friend dropping by to make a documentary on modifying
a man's chest and stomach, but said he could use the practice." Jose waited
for a second. Not being able to read their blank faces, he says, "You see,
gringos, Casper shows me how, he dips a pin in alcohol and then carefully
sticks the pointy end in at the side of Orrin's nip!"

"Oh, I bet he loved that," LL remarks.

"Oh no, he hates it! He screams, but Casper, he doesn't care. He says Orrin
sees how artistic his chest and stomach look, he will like it. Just for
reasons of not scaring the creatures in the forest, he is kind enough to
gag Orrin."

"Sounds like a compassion guy," LL replies.

"Like, how many pins are we talking here?" Tom inquires.

"In his case, the gringo had about 200 pins, but that was only the top
tray. He shows me, his case having 4 layers and 2 bottles of alcohol," Jose
winds down his speech.

"So, you got to see him make a voodoo doll out of Orrin?"

"Don't you know anything about voodoo, L? A doll is not human. The..."

"I know what a voodoo doll is, Jose. I was using it like a metaphor?" LL
explains.

"What's that?" Jose looks at Tom.

Forcing a frown, shrugging his shoulders, it was Tom's way of saying he
didn't know either.

"You two," LL points a finger at each, "better get back to college!"

"Can I finish high school first?"

As they turned to walk the other way, LL is dumbstruck, "You never
graduated high school, Jose?"

"Nope. Doesn't matter. I'm still as smart as you." Suddenly stopping in his
tracks, Jose says, "Wait, gringos!"

"What?" LL asks, thinking he heard the sounds of a panther on the prowl.

"I think I remember what a matador is."

"Matador?" LL acts sketchy on the detail.

However it's Tom who slaps Jose in the back, "He didn't say matador, you
dumbfuck!"

"Who you calling a dumbfuck?"

Get this, Jose was muscled, 6-pack no less, but at 5'10" tall, he was ready
to take on Tom, standing at 6'1 and 1/2", "Who you calling `dumfuck'?"

Even though he was sure Tom could take on Jose, he didn't have the
knowledge of how Jose could play dirty, uses diplomacy, "Why don't we save
this little confrontation for the mud pit?!"

"Mud pit?" Jose asks. "Lead me to it."

"There ain't one."

"Then what you getting me all psyched up for, L?"

"Hey, I'd love to get my hands on this Greek hunk as much as you do, but we
came here to train?"

"So," Jose throws in the question already asked, "where's the Warrior
course?"

"There ain't none," LL replies.

"Ain't none?"

Tom offers, "I'm a big phony."

Jose diverts the subject matter, "By the way, Tom, do you happen to have a
brother in the gay porn industry? I mean, you're the spittin' image of Todd
Tarific. You could double for him and..."

Because LL wasn't phased by him being a porn star, Tom blurts out, "It's
me!"

"You?" Jose pokes Tom in the chest with his finger. "You're TT?"

In the frat house where Jose nurtured his education, the guys called Todd
Tarific, `TT'.

"I told you Jose was smart. See what he figured out all on his own?" LL
says.

Something he figured out all on his own, was not the fact Tom was the same
porn character as Todd Tarific, but way back in college, doing
undergraduate work in the field of art, his mad, insane crush on Todd
Tarific, "Oh man," his finger still poking Tom's chest, "I can't believe
I'm touching my idol!"

Rolling his eyes, LL picks up the slack, "Well get over it, Jose. We've got
to think about pulling together a Warrior program, before Ed finds out
about `your dumbfuck idol'!"

Maybe not the only one with GPS skills, without using the electronic unit,
Ed enters their space, "Oh, there you are!" Apparently, with no clue to
anything regarding Warrior programming, asks, "Is this where you're setting
up the jumping jacks and relay races for our campers?"

For the minute since Ed entered the clearing, all had been erased from the
trio's mind, eyeing up the dude standing with the camp director, LL finally
asking, "Is this the assistant director?"

"Oh," Ed remembers, the sight of Jose, stripped to the waist, giving him
temporary amnesia. Turning around to present the oldest member or the
`boys', he introduces, "This is Gabe Lowe. He'll be participating with the
others."

The only one who knew the true nature for Gabe's attendance at Camp Rufghup
is Tom, but for now he let Ed do all the introductory notes. Instead he
jotted down mental tidbits, like how long LL held Gabe's hand when being
introduced. However, he switched his attention to his number one fan of the
moment, standing right next to him.

Then he was shocked out of his reverie, trying to look down the `v' of
Jose's shirt, when Ed asks, "I trust you have the program worked out,
Thomas?"

Rather than put Tom through the hassle of tripping over words trying to
explain, LL says, "Wow, does he have a fantastic program all set up! You
haven't a thing to worry about, Ed!"

"Good to hear. By the way, has anyone seen Orrin?"

Of course, Gabe was in the dark, LL and Tom sort of knowing something, but
Jose the real vat of knowledge, decides this would be a good way of getting
even for when Orrin, who had decided to welcome him into his personal
living quarters with a punch to his midsection, "Orrin's in his cabin."

"His cabin?" Ed's temper flared, along with his nostrils, the bull on a
rampage, tearing out of their breathing space. Marching away from them, Ed
grits his teeth, "He's supposed to be patrolling the perimeter of the
camp!"

Smiling, Jose clicks his teeth, "Damn, I'd sure like to be there when Ed
catches up with Orrin."

"Stop trying to be an angel, you little devil!" LL awards that grin on
Jose's face.

Still, Gabe was silent, Tom picking up the slack, "What did you do, Jose?"

"I'm more apt to tell under duress?"

"Oh really?" Tom looks to LL for guidance.

"Whatever you do, Tom, don't tickle Jose's feet or else you'll never get
him to shut up!" LL hints.

"Mm-mm," Tom replies, rubbing his hands together, "tickle-torture! One of
my specialties!"

Light-heartedly, Jose replies, "Oh shit... tickling.... I hope you're not
good at it!" he wished otherwise!

All this time Gabe has been as quiet as a church mouse, LL turning to him,
"So, what's your specialty," thinking Gabe is here as a counselor.

"Mine?" Gabe replies. "I..."

He knew all about Gabe from the meeting, plus what the other counselors
shared between each other. Sure, being 28-years old, Tom was interested in
the head sheep of the flock of young lambs. A few facts he caught ran on
replay through his mind, Gabe's stats, 38-years old, divorced, estranged
from his son, via a court judge's decision, based on abuse, an alcoholic
past, which was not only the demise of his personal family life, but his
landscaping business turned under the soil. Yet, Tom figured it was Gabe's
business and not his own to tell, yet not the place or time for any
discussion of personal facts. Instead, Tom sidetracks, "Hey, before the sun
goes down, you think we should figure this Warrior business out?"

With Jose asking Tom, "You got a plan?"

Tom had successfully diverted the course of thinking, "LL?"

"LL?" Jose questions, head moving back and forth between friend and
acquaintance. "What's that about?" Jose asks Tom.

"It's about..." Tom stutters.

Gabe, believe it or not, had done a Warrior run, with his teenaged son,
before he hit rockbottom. Since Tom hadn't finked on him over his personal
status, he figured he owed him, going right along with LL, "You don't
really need a lot of fancy equipment to produce results."

Grabbing his attention, LL knew, asks, "How many Warrior events have you
done, Gabe?"

"Just one."

"Then you must be in good shape?" LL wondered, but also of the shape of the
tee shirt Gabe wore.

Before either of them knew it, Tom and Jose were 7 feet in front of them,
running, Jose mocking them as he waved an arm, "C'mon gringos, catch up!"

"Shall we show them how fast we can be?" LL asks.

"You lead. I'll follow your tail," Gabe replies.

In about a minute's time, Gabe took the lead over all of them, running
right by Jose and Tom.

LL, skimming past Jose, purposely butts his shoulder up against Jose, who
wasn't paying attention to who was bringing up the rear, "Oh! Excuse me!"
he kept on running.

"Dirty fucker!" Jose calls his dear friend!

"C'mon. We can overtake them, Jose!"

`Overtake' or `takeover', it was a nice play on words for Jose, watching
his interpretation of a Greek god run ahead of him, until he caught up, the
two running elbow to elbow.

As the four ran around the forest, Ed had done some followup on Orrin,
entering without knocking, then standing there, assessing the situation,
"Fine mess you got yourself into here, Orrin?"

Orrin couldn't say much of anything, with plenty to say, gagged with a pair
of socks, duct tape holding it in place.

"Like, oh shit, Orrin!" Ed circles around Orrin's nude bod, splayed out on
the bed. Not only is he admiring the circles of pins placed strategically
around each of Orrin's nips, 2 rings around his navel, but the rope around
Orrin's balls, tied to a stick, stretched between his feet, held in place
by his own soles. "Too bad I didn't bring my violin bow. Could play a nice
tune for you on this string!"

In saying, Ed strums the cord attached to Orrin's sacs!

Still with grunts behind the sock, which from looks of it, those socks
could very well have been on Orrin's feet, tagged with CR, part of Camp
Rufghup regulation uniform, "Feeling dry in the mouth Orrin?"

Ed wasn't going to hurt him, only play around, see what would happen when
he loosened the bonds. He knew, for Orrin, it wouldn't be too pleasant, but
at the same time, applauded Jose Bodego for originality. Placed right
between Orrin's legs was a chair. Altered, the back had been broken, top
piece ripped off and two of the three spindles taken out.

Talking his way through, Ed says, "Mighty concerning of Jose to lube up the
center stick!"

Sure enough, underneath Orrin's balls, one leg of a chair sat.

He thought he heard Orrin say something like `let me loose', but Ed was
having too much fun, "I wonder where the other end of the chair leg is?" he
gives a tiny pull and push.

Pull, push, pull, push, Orrin was filled with grief, not over whether it
felt good or not, but by Casper's handiwork!

Surveying the situation from the the side of the bed, Ed exclaims, "Hmm,
Jose did a number on your navel!"

There it was again, the mumbled-jumbled plea to be released, which Ed did
not ignore this time, "Oh, you want to get loose, do you?"

Orrin made noise, shaking his head up and down.

"That I'll do in a moment, but what are we going to do here about how you
are supposed to be on duty, patrolling the outer perimeter?"

He knew, as soon as he ripped the duct tape off and uncorked Orrin's mouth,
there would be an onrush of fodder, "I know, if I were in your place,
Orrin, you would demand punishment... if it were one of the campers, a good
thrashing with a leather strap?"

Orrin made some noise, which sounded like protesting.

"That's okay. I know you can't talk." Ed made it simple, to the point,
whereas Orrin would not be able to talk his way out of reward for his
guilt, "Just shake your head yes, if you think you should take a whipping
for not doing your job. And let me say, before you do so, take in account,
if you did your job, instead of playing around with a guest at our
facility, your sorry ass would not be in the balance over," Ed had to check
it out once more, the slimed-up spindle of the chair, guessing how much was
in Orrin's ass chamber, "all this?"

"Let me make it simple," Ed constitutes, "a headshake of yes `that you
abandoned your job' or no, `you did not abandon your job.'"

Orrin knew he was guilty as charged, but for sure, there was no other way
out of this. When free, his would make sure Casper would get reimbursed!

Waiting too long, Ed says, "I'll take that as a `no?'"

There was a little sound from behind the dirty sock gag, Orrin watching as
Ed moved to the side.

Taking it as, `what are you gonna do?', Ed explains, "Since you're not
saying, I suppose I'll have to help you along with your decision, Orrin?"

In panic, Orrin created much sound, shaking his head, `no', but
stopped. Jiggling his bod around made the pins `hurt!' The chair leg was no
exception, a wide part acting like a buttplug!

Too late, if the dirty sock hadn't been duct taped to his scruff, he might
have spitted it out, Orrin feeling the greasy chair spindle impale his
chute, deeper.

"What a woos! If at all, only an inch entered you, Orrin!" Ed made light of
a piercing situation.

Again, addressing Orrin, this time with an inch of wood between his ass
cheeks, Ed says, "You said no, which I should have warned you, I won't take
for an answer?!"

It did dawn on Orrin, how, when Ed wanted something, saying no was a no-no,
unless it turned out in Ed's favor, but his answer before was not an answer
for the question, rather a secondary thought for saving his ass.

"Now, Orrin, think about it," Ed drove the subject home, "think `deeply'
about this, admit you abandoned your job?"

This time Ed got it right, shaking his head up and down furiously.

It didn't help much, where Orrin's welfare was concerned, Ed offering him a
choice of punishments, plus something else up his sleeve, "Well, either you
can take the punishment you would normally give to a boy, 200 lashes,
or..."

Confused, Orrin shook his head `no', then `yes', `no'...

It made Ed laugh. "Or, you can forgo all of this and take a mild
punishment, say, jerk yourself off as I play with the sewing equipment?"

Orrin was sure he would have to go through the summer, with a shirt on,
dammit, hoping to soak up some rays, but with all these little piercings...

"Alright then, since you gave up your right to elect either or those
punishments, I'm sure you would much rather, than work through the pain,
apologize for Jose, for whatever it is that got you into this mess and then
offer to suck his cock and...

Ed had to admit, it kind of erotic, watching Orrin thrash about, obviously
a problem with his gay pride, not wanting to bow down and worship Jose's
family jewels. He decides, on plan B, "Or, you can apologize, skip the blow
job and give Dwight a nice oral workover. I'm sure Dwight would enjoy
that!"

What man would not enjoy having his cock slowly and softly tongued, balls
pampered and then if Dwight got adamant on Orrin, he might just flip
himself over and expect a rim-job. If he didn't think of it on his own, Ed
would make sure he would script Dwight in how it should go, before the
getting was good!

Looking at it, Orrin was a loser on all accounts. For sure, he didn't take
kindly to the pain, but knew, when his cock stood tall, above his jerking
hand, the power of a man's soul would go beyond the pain and sure enough he
would be bucking his hips, shooting his wad. The pins about his chest and
stomach was the first focal point, but then... why go through it at all. In
his devious, narrow mind, Orrin was thinking up a storm of ill will against
not only Ed, but when that little scumbag, Casper comes back, what he could
whip up some entertainment for the two of them!

"Wait. I don't want to put you through all the inconvenience," Ed kneels on
the side of the bed, "allow me!" A bitter effort, Ed suddenly reaches up,
ripping the duct tape off, "What was that, Orrin?"

First he had to recover, moving his mouth about.

It was too long for Ed to wait, giving the cord a little jerk.

Ball torture!

"No-o-o-o-o-o!" Orrin pleads. Too late, experiencing the choke hole on his
sacs and the wooden dildo its way up his ass canal, "Ak-k-k-stop! Stop!
Stop Ed!"

He did, giving Orrin the option, "Ready to jerkoff?"

"Okay, okay... I'll apologize!"

"And?"

"I won't like it, but I'll give him a blow job!" Of which Orrin knew, once
he was out of his bondage he would do whatever he wants!

Ed knew this, that's why he kicks the chair out of the way, saying, "Great
news, Orrin. As soon as I can dig up Jose, I'll bring him here and you can
tell him!"

"Wait!" Orrin says, his slab of hide still prisoner to the bed.

"That's okay. I know you're concerned about your job. I'll find someone
else to cover your duties."

With that, Ed was out of there, Orrin's bod tethered to the bed by his
wrists. He looked around, trying to find an out to his predicament, none in
sight. Peering around or moving his bod in any way, he cursed out Casper
for every little detail. Moving his feet caused his balls to
twist. Twitching his shoulders of midsection, the pins would do their
little torture dance.

No sooner had Ed left, Orrin hears a knock at his door, a small voice, "Are
you there, Orrin?"

An answer to the god-fearless man's prayer, `Dwight', "Get in here,
Dwight!"

"How'd you get like that?" Dwight looks at Orrin.

"Never mind. Just get me down!"

Walking around the bed, Dwight is fascinated by not the cord attached to
Orrin's balls, "Wow! This looks cool. Okay if I touch it?"

"No, it's not alright if you touch it, Dwight! You want to just get my
hands unbuckled?" Orrin is not at all cordial.

Walking past Orrin, on his way to the place where the cord is tied off,
Dwight asks, "What happened to your chair?" He knew the furnishings, the
wooden peg between Orrin's legs and what it was for.

Not wanting to fill Dwight's head with erotic thoughts, not that the
bumbling idiot would do anything, Orrin hastily says, "Forget about the
chair and get me free, Dwight!"

He reaches for, not the cuffs, but the chair spindle, Dwight sampling the
gooey stuff on the single spindle with his fingers, "Ick! I thought it was
cum!"

"You idiot! Of course it's not cum! It's lube!"

`Lube?' Dwight thought. If this was `lube' and `lube' is used to `lube
up'... "But it wasn't much up your... ass?"

A quarter of an inch didn't count where Orrin was concerned, the bear
saying, "If it was, do you think I would let that person live? Now, you
want to think about getting me down?"

So short term was Dwight's mind wired, all he could think of is the here
and now, which in the perimeters of his brain, looking upon Orrin's hairy
bod, the `beautiful' designs, balls tied and stretched, things looked
mighty `inviting,' "Hey, how about I turn your balls loose and you let me
fuck you?"

"What the hell, Dwight?! No, you can't fuck me. Whatever got into your
brain, that made you want to die?"

It was a precarious situation for Orrin, to be dishing out the orders.

Even more so, to be at such a disadvantage, with someone standing there,
with the power of Julius Caesar in his hands and such lust for committing
an act so longed after, Dwight decided to satisfy Orrin, "Okay. Hold
on. I'll get the cuffs off."

Now, Orrin's thoughts weren't on Dwight, but the guy who got him in this
fix, "Wait till I get my hands and cock on the guys who put me here!"

"Oh, who was that?"

"Casper and the friend of that camper, what's his name? TT or FF?" Orrin
rants.

"LL?"

"Whatever, not him, but his buddy, Jose..."

Dwight bought on borrowed time, because his cock was begging him not to
take the easy way out, "Is he good looking?"

It wasn't a question Orrin expected, while set him back, back to where they
walked in the cabin, Jose stripping off his shirt... "Yeah, I'd say
so. `Sgot a nice physique. Handsome. I was about to show him a fun time
and..." realizing he was talking, Dwight doing nothing, but hover about,
"Hey, schmuck, you were going to uncuff me? Remember, idiot?"

However, Dwight got more into the mood of being seen and not heard, a hand
already handling his hot spot.

"Dwight, what the fuck you doing?" Orrin suddenly forgets about everything,
except the bulge in Dwight's pants.

"Ed told me one time I have to someday act like a man and not a boy."

"And what the fuck do I have to do with that?" Orrin began to get riled up.

"Well, I thought I'd try it, try being a man and since you remind me of
some guys who have bullied me, it would be cool if I fucked your ass!"

It didn't take long for Orrin to think on it, "Dwight, you're a fuckin'
sicko!"

"Cool!" Dwight yells out.

`Cool?' Orrin thought it, then asked about his intentions, "Cool? What's so
cool, Dwight?"

"Argh-h-h-h-h-h!" Orrin saw stars, bore the pain of Dwight having pulled
the stick from the bottom of his soles, which had kept the cinch around his
balls in a stretched out position, the stick landing right across his pecs!

"Oops!" Dwight said, but wasn't too taken aback, not with lifting Orrin's
legs, started under the knees.

"Dwight!" Orrin realizes the implications. "Dwight, what the fuck you think
you're doing?" Orrin was torn between watching and feeling Dwight open up a
gap between his legs and the pain from pricking pins.

Fingering Orrin's hole, Dwight swears, "A guy's got know what he's getting
himself into!"

He had seen Dwight's endowment, had played with his balls, knew how big
those already humongous balls could get, but when he stroked Dwight up
those few times, seeing him explode, it was Krakatoa all over again, "No!
Dwight, for the last time before I decide to wring your neck, untie me!"

Over enthusiastic, Dwight had already dropped his pants, jeans to his
ankles. He didn't see a bottle of lube anywhere, so got what he could off
the spindle and applied it to his 9c, "I've always wanted to get back at a
bully," Dwight confused particular ones who have picked on him, to the man
who acted like one.

"I'm warning you, Dwight," Orrin begged for him to listen. Staring between
his legs, Dwight oiling up his cock, it as large as when Orrin worked it,
maybe more, "Dwight, come on... there's lots of other guys here. I'll help
you subdue them."

"I don't want any other guy. Besides, Orrin, I'm hard now!"

Equally getting disturbed over this whole ordeal he was being put through,
for the simple deed of moving his ass around...

As a notion, Dwight wanted to see what would happen if he placed his finger
at the tip of his thumb, added a little ping to the sun pattern around
Orrin's navel, "Ping!"

Suddenly they are both moved, hearing at the door, "Hey, you home, Orrin?"

"Ak-k-k-k-shit Dwight! F-f-fuck!" Orrin plowed the pillow with his head.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, both freezing in place at the sound of a
voice.

"Now don't you look like a pretty sight!" said with his Texan accent, which
made it sound twice as not nice!

"That's what I thought," Dwight, not afraid to speak his mind, with Orrin
incapacitated.

If Dwight wasn't going to be his savior, no that he thought the Texan would
be any more obliged, Orrin went for broke, "Billy! Help me!"

"Whatcha got there, Dwight?" Billy asks, smiling at Orrin.

"I'm gonna fuck Orrin, even though he don't want me to!"

"Hmm, I see the battering ram you're working there, Dwight, but how fast
and how hard would be determined by how big the tunnel is!"

Ranting, Orrin's cries for release went on deaf ears.

"Let me give you a hint. First you got to prepare," Billy says, walking
over to Orrin's jeans, picking them up and whipping the belt out from the
loops.

In meantime, Orrin has given way to yelling at the top of his lungs, "Help!
Anyone! Help me!"

"First things first. I think we need a little warmup," Billy lets the
leather belt slowly glide over Orrin's bod, between the chest patterns and
bellyhole, but that's not all "Oh, lookie-here, Dwight. I always carry a
pair of these around, just in case?" Billy tosses a pair of nip clamps to
Dwight.

"You want me to put these on his balls?" Dwight asks, only because Billy
had put the chained clamps in his hand.

"Nah. Toss them back. It's just what his nips need to round out the
artwork!"

Orrin used every word in the book and then some, all cast upon his futile
efforts to avoid any more pain, especially that from Dwight's monstrous
sword! Last thing before Orrin gets silenced, "I'm gonna kill both of
ya's!"

Dwight had to help, grabbing Orrin's balls when he clenched his teeth shut
and then again, after Billy had stuffed the socks in his mouth, securing it
some fresh duct tape, saying, "I know I'd be damn humiliated, being gagged
with my own equipment!"

Standing in the front of Orrin, Dwight asks, "Hey, you like to suck cock,
Billy?"

"What man doesn't?!" Billy laughs his ass off.

"I don't," Dwight replies, "I just like to fuck!"

"Nah. You have to at least have tried it, before thinking you make a
statement like that, Dwight?"

"Nope! Knew along I only wanted to fuck a guy!"

It was a little weird, Billy asking, "But you `have' been sucked, right
Dwight?"

"Oh sure. Lots of times. Lots of guys like sucking my cock because they say
it's so big."

"I'm not one to judge, Dwight, but I'd say you're on the right track,"
Billy tells him.

"Do you want to get fucked, Billy? I might have enough stuff left after I
do Orrin?"

Billy passed!

"Yeeha-a!" Billy yells out, grabbing Orrin's belt, taking aim and striking
him under the pecs.

Dwight was sure Orrin was going to swallow the sock, warning, "Better be
careful Billy, he almost swallowed!"

"Nah, besides I'm just warming this bull up!"

Giving Orrin two more lashes across his chest, one landing very close to
his navel, they could tell Orrin really felt the pain.

"Hey, Dwight?"

"What?"

"Any reason why our boy's balls are not tied off to the ceiling?"

Hearing the word `boy', made Dwight feel good, asking, "

Does it make me a master?"

"Damn, Dwight, with a cock your size, you sure are a
master... master-fucker!"

If there was a will, Billy found the way, adding some more length to the
one turning Orrin's balls blue, tying it off overhead. Then, he got right
to business, sucking Orrin's cock.

It didn't take no time at all before the bed was rocking,

Dwight driving himself forward, rocking his hips, pulling out, diving back
in, Billy yelling like a hyena at a rodeo, "Ride'em. Do him good, Dwight!"

His midsection rocking, it was tough for Billy's mouth to stay steady,
Orrin's cock falling out of his mouth. Plan B had Billy working Orrin's bod
from the collarbone on down to his pubes, stopping occasionally to grease
his pole.

Getting into it, Dwight impaling Orrin's ass, his first, so he wasn't too
gentle, imitating some gay porn actor, one of those who call themselves a
`rough god', Dwight dove in with full abandon.

Billy, smiling at what must have been Dwight coming, juice running out of
Orrin's ass and onto the be covers, "Get outta the way," Billy jumps in,
where Dwight evacuates.

"I think I'm done. It's all out of my cock," Dwight meant the creamy fluid.

"Yeah, well get ready for explosion number 2!" Billy jam-packs his cock in
all at once. "Hot fuck!" he says right away, having down loose holes, tight
ones and the latter when it comes to piercing Orrin to the core.

Dwight was standing around. It was kind of horny watching Billy fuck Orrin.

Working himself up to a self-righteous jerk, courtesy of Orrin's tight
ring, Billy says, "Make him come!"

"Cool! Really?"

"Yeah and hand me the chain!"

Dwight knew what he meant, picking the chain up, in the middle, handing it
to Billy, at the same time having to stretch Orrin's nips!

"Oh man does that hurt him!"

"Who the fuck cares, Dwight. We're here to make ourselves feel good!" Billy
replies, pulling out, using some of Dwight's come to lube himself up!

"I don't want to suck him, like you did."

"To each their own, Dwight. Do something else," Billy says.

"Something else? Like what?"

Nodding towards the dresser, where Billy had pulled out some of Orrin's
stash, he says, "Go look over there and see if you can find something that
interests you."

Billy wasn't waiting for Dwight, "Oh-h-yeah-h-h!" he hisses like a snake,
feeling Orrin's warmness suck in his hard shaft.

"How does this work?" Dwight asks, holding up a ball parachute.

"Uh, it might be hard to stuff his balls in there right now, with me
banging him. Why don't you work over his nips?"

There were a few things there, nip clamps, both soft and nasty, but what
turned Dwight on was finding a pair of pliers, asking, "Billy, have you
seen the other one?"

Looking at the pliers and then the dresser from where Billy removed the
pile of toys, "I don't think that's an official torture toy, Dwight, but
what the hell! Use it, man!"

Working himself in and out of Orrin, at first feeling rebellion, the
willing victim slowly mellowed out, probably realizing there's nothing he
could do now about the bad situation he was in. All Orrin could hope for
was revenge. However, seeing that pair of pliers in Dwight's hands,
fidgeting with the leverage, making the clamping pincers wide, then narrow,
he once again turned to being a raving lunatic.

Dwight taking the clamps off, forgetting Billy held the reins!

"Whoa there!" Billy calls out, slightly falling back, enough that his 7c
falls out. The chain of clamps went right over his head.

"Hell yeah!" Billy calls out, making Orrin squirm at the touch of a plier
to his left nip.

Behind the gag noticeable grunts could be heard, but when Dwight clamped
his first nip, he was sure Orrin was seeing stars, maybe the whole universe
flash before him!

"Oh! Look what I did to Orrin's nip, Billy!"

"You think I'm going to leave this tiny hole to come look, Dwight?"

"Okay. I'll describe it. It's all red," Dwight says.

"Sounds hot," Billy replies, "Do the other one!"

And Billy just loved it, knew when Dwight was applying the pliers to
Orrin's nip, squeezing hard, because it only drove his fuck hole to close
up around his cock, almost strangle it, moving in and out, it was great!

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Somewhere along the trail, 4 men sweeping by at lightning speed, it sparked
Zack's desire, "Oh cool! They're training for the Warrior run! C'mon!"

He lifted weights, often saw the inside of a gym, Declan knowing, because
he worked out, he looked sexy as hell, but after his ordeal, strung up for
a period of time, it's just the prescription he needed to get the
adrenaline working again, taking off, yelling, "Wait up Zack!"

But Zack didn't wait up, lifting his arms when he came to a low-lying
branch.

Declan, because when he was transported to the shed, he hadn't a stitch of
clothing on. Leaving, they found him a pair of pants, strangely, hanging
over a branch in the woods, a little baggy, but nonetheless something to
collect his `goodies'. Without a shirt, doing what Zack did,
"Ow-w-oh-shit!" he stopped to look, after a tree branch, sent flying from
Zack, whipped across Declan's midsection!

Finally acknowledging Declan had stopped, Zack turns back and seeing Declan
examining the front of his bod, "Damn, I don't think I could have done a
better job with my flogger!" he laughs.

"Like I'm glad I didn't have to find out!" Declan replies.

If anyone had compared the two hours ago, to now, they would seen a scene
as different as night and day, Declan, a smirk on his face, hands rubbing
up and down his bod.

Zack says, "Well, let's finish out and then we'll attend to your wounds. I
hear cum is the best medicine for a rash!"

"Thank you, Dr. Jerkoff!" Declan replies, picking up the pace, after Zack
had started to jog.

Running right into the clearing, too late Zack saw LL standing there,
behind a branch, plowing right into him.

"Oh shit!" Tom says, he and Jose lifting Zack off of LL, from the frontal
assault.

"What about me?" LL says, seeing Tom and Jose aiding in assistance.

"Give me a hand," Gabe stands, one foot in between both of LL's knees,
gesturing with his own hand.

"You think you can lift me, do you?"

He was astounded, being catapulted off his ass with such little effort,
Gabe saying, "My weight-training for the day!" he smiles.

Coming up behind Gabe, Jose puts a hand on the 38-year old's shoulder, "Do
some pushups later, Gabe, L'll love it!"

"Go blo' Jo'!" LL says, pronouncing it like `Ho!'

Jose makes like blowing a candle out, "Right on your lips, Le-oh!"

Gabe was sure there was a lot going on between the two, seemingly in a
certain code or dialect, only known to them. He thought it kind of cute,
smiling. Still, holding out his hand, "Well, are you going to take my hand
before it falls off?"

Going back to standing with Tom, he says, "Hey, Ho!"

"Yeah, I admit," Jose says, "I can be!"

Though, before anyone could get anymore words in, huffing and puffing,
Declan shows up.

None, except Zack, had any inclination to why Declan was there, other than
he was a reoccurring counselor at Camp Rufghup.

Feeling like a stranger among the bunch, Tom says, "Guys, this is Declan."

"Nice to meet you," Zack says, after everyone else cordially shook his
hand.

"Same here," Declan hits Zack back with.

Then, to hurry up the action, they hear the dinner bell being rung, which
promoted more Warrior running!

On purpose, knowing Declan couldn't keep up, Zack slows his pace
tremendously.

"I have to drop by my cabin for a shirt. I'll meet you over at the mess,"
Declan says.

"No sense one of us being late. Wait," Zack says, "Is there a penalty for
me being late?"

"Well, let's see," Declan hangs on the doorknob to his cabin, "you're not a
camper, so I would say, not?"

"And if you're late?"

"Counselors are privileged," Declan says.

"Okay. So, are you going to invite me in or make me wait outside while you
put a shirt on?"

Declan, still with his arm up, golden pit hair glistening in sweat, says,
"You're supposed to hate me, remember?"

"I don't hate you."

"Well then, I guess that means you like me," Declan replies, "so I can
invite you in... at your own risk!"

Walking up the three steps, Zack questions, "Uh, you're not going to throw
me in chains, are you?"

"Only if you want to be!" Declan could feel himself softening up.

Even Zack noticed, the tough exterior flaking off, "Tough for a guy go give
a hand job with his hands cuffed?"

"Wow!"

"What?" Zack asks.

"I guess you really do like me, to offer me a blow job?"

"I said `hand'job, not blow?" Zack clarifies things.

"I suppose at this point, I should be thankful for any piece offering, he
slits the zipper in half.

"I hope you have another pair of pants, Dec?"

"They're not mine, remember?" he smiles, not only for the wit, but the cute
little abbreviation of his name. "Too baggy?"

Reaching right in, Zack goes for it, "Not so tensed up as before?"

"Keep working that hand and I guarantee it!"

He couldn't believe, about 2 hours ago, his balls in the balance between a
light paddle massage and getting batted over the net and now, he was
smiling at the guy who had him tied up with threats.

"Hey, you know what?"

"What?" Declan asks, pants hanging by one hand.

"Have you ever experienced ball torture?"

"Only with a paddle," Declan says. "Why?"

"I'm working them pretty hard."

"What are you trying to say, Zack?"

"Nothing. Only suggesting you might be into something you've never
pursued?"

Declan says, "Like, cock and ball torture?"

"No. Forget it. Forget I mentioned it," Zack replies, freeing up Declan's
balls.

"I think I might just have what you need," Declan walks over to the
cubbies, picking up a shoebox-sized wooden case.

Opening it, Zack's eyes follow his every move, asking, "Looks like a ball
parachute, only..."

"Yeah, three chains, but a leather piece at each end. Use your imagination,
Zack!" Declan laughs.

"Well, definitely your laugh is more appealing than your screams!"

"Hmm, I wonder which is more appealing about you?"

Nodding, Zack says, "Why don't we try your gadget out and see who can
scream the loudest?"

They fit each other out, Declan going first, Zack clamping both sacks at
the base, snapping the closure shut, "My turn."

"Yeah. Cool," Declan starts into a tirade, like one he would use to psych
up a camper, "gonna strangle those... hey, y'know you got some monsters
there?"

"More cum to pump down your throat, Dec!" Zack laughs.

"You can forget that," Declan replies.

"Like in my father's business, I like to think outside the box!"

Declan was ready to go there, but then he felt the pressure on his balls.

Each contradicted the other, saying it didn't hurt a bit, but when they
started putting things between them, a chair, stretching their sacs to the
max, all they could think of is taking more, beating the other out, Declan
raising question, "I should wager you."

"Right," Zack agrees, "you give in and I get to fuck you. I give in and you
lower your ass over my shaft!"

"Fuck you, literally, when I win!"

Soon the table was between them, square, their balls pulling at the max,
stretched out long and sinewy.

One knew the other had to give, especially when Declan shoves the box the
double-sided parachute came out of, is pushed underneath, creating more
tension.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Zack bites his lip, squinting.

"Feels good to me," Declan lies!

No one knew why, but each cabin had a Bible. Picking it up, Zack tucks it
under the chain, on top of the wooden case, "Get ready to cave in, Dec!"

Though, Zack could barely take the pain himself, Declan highly vocalizing
his displeasure. After the chain snaps in place, in all of 3 seconds, they
both yell, "I give!"

Zack says, "You give?"

"I give? You give!" Declan replies.

Sliding themselves around the edge of the table, they meet in the middle,
Zack saying, "Stalemate!"

"Guess what else?"

"What?" Zack looks into Declan's green eyes.

"I'm hard!"

"You ain't the only one," Zack holds his cock.

"I guess we both like ball `discomfort'," Declan says, smiling.

"Yeah. What are we going to do about us?" Zack sums up.

"Um, we could climb into bed and see where it goes?"

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