Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 11:52:36 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 09

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Giv2GeT 09

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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That night, Joseph couldn't get much sleep and then it occurs to him, Ed
broke his word, not stopping by for a few gut-punches!

Feeling horny, which he shouldn't be, after jerking off 2 times today,
somehow, with all that macho-man stuff around the circle of fire, everyone
except himself teaming up with another male, he figured as consolation, if
he wanted some action, he would have to go looking for it.

Down by the mess hall, dark, except one solitary light, he happened to see
a light burning in the small administration office, which made him
smile. Approaching, he stole a glance into one of the windows, seeing Ed at
his desk, burning the midnight oil at 2am?

Joseph figures, the least he could do, is to shake up Ed's evening a little
and since Ed wasn't tired, wear him down a little so he could catch a few
winks. "Yeah," Joseph says, as his hand lays on the doorknob, "least I
could do for an old friend!"

At first a little startled, seeing who it was, Ed looks up and says, "What
can I do for you, Joseph?"

"A little friendly torture?"

Slapping his pen down on the desk, Ed quips, "Sounds hot."

First revelation, late in the previous day, finding out Ed was up for some
hot s&m action, it was a little awkward fitting into roles, as Joseph had
already deduced, "You're not going to fire me, if I should happen to
accidentally whip you to shreads?"

"I might. Just don't make it hurt too much and I might cut you some slack!"

"Um, do you want to strip or let me do it?"

"What, and take all the fun out of hearing my threads rip?" Ed edges Joseph
on.

Showing up dressed for the occasion, having slipped on a pair of chaps,
leather vest over his impeccably muscled pecs and tight abs, little leather
bands over his fat biceps, it was just what Ed needed as an early morning
pickup, especially after going over the books, not quite the rosy picture
he would like them to be.

Not the time for business, at least not camp business, but the business of
feeling good, for himself and not what would only turn him on, Joseph as
well!

"Oh-h-h-h," Ed sighed feeling the front of his shirt tear.

Spur of the moment wanting, Joseph grabs up the remnants of the front of
Ed's shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Part of the humiliation, in the
first stages of play, which has always worked like a charm, tasting lips,
he moves his mouth around, like he had just finished gargling, saying, "It
was okay," going on his business of turning Ed around, marching out the
back door of the office, grabbing a pair of cuffs out of his vest pocket as
they walk, not as much as another man could produce, there was substantial
`rise'.

"Where are you taking me?" Ed could care less!

"To my torture chamber. Gonna make you suffer so bad, you'll wish you had
gone to hell instead!" Joseph made it up as he went along.

One time he had said the same thing to a young college dude, his first time
at roleplaying the `give & get' game and the dude almost fainted, at the
sound of `hell!'

"Please... don't hurt me," Ed had all rehearsed up, when he used to play
with Dwight, but now feeling so much more, with Joseph's hand on the end of
a `whip'.

Joseph just laughed, saying, "Like you have a choice," kicking Ed in the
ass with his knee!

He fell down.

Picking Ed up, hand under one pit, Joseph mocks him, "Trying to evade my
whip will only get you more punishment, boy!"

Tumbling over onto his back, Ed had knelt to get up, but when he did,
Joseph had frozen in place.

Standing there, sniffing the air, like he was a hunt dog, Joseph whispers,
"Quiet."

"What is it, a bear?" Ed says.

If either of them had their whits about them, they would have realized Camp
Rufghup having an electrified fence surrounding the property, just so wild
animals don't trespass. However, could have been a glitch in the system.

"Hey," they here from a clump of dark trees.

Ed felt honored, Joseph stepping over in front of him, ready to defend, but
it wasn't necessary, Ed standing, saying, "It's okay Joseph. I know these
men."

At least Ed already knew Cyril Bouchiere and Bart Richter. A mystery to him
was the medium-skinned dude accompanying them, "You're a little early,
men?"

Dropping his defensive edge, Joseph also sensed Ed not wanting to appear
to, as he knew them, to strangers, a lowly slaveboy, their play in
suspension.

One of them says, "We couldn't sleep," it was Bart who answered.

After briefly introducing them to Joseph, Ed asks, "And who might this be?"

Cyril explained, because Bart was too affixed with his eyes on Joseph,
"This is Roddy. Desk clerk at the motel. He doesn't really like his job
very much and wondered if you had something for him out here?"

It fit Ed's plans perfectly, wondering who or how he was going to get
someone to be a go-for for water, running to and from the mess hall
whenever the containers were running on empty, "I think I have such a
position. The pay is not great, but..."

"Anything would suit me, sir," Roddy says to Ed, his eyes on Joseph.

Not the only one, finally tearing his eyes away from Joseph, Bart says, "We
can vouch for him."

It was tough to miss, Ed's shirt torn, buttons having popped off
apparently, hanging outside the perimeter of his pants and dirt on Ed's
face, "So, what were you two up to, out here at 5 o'clock in the morning?"

Ed stumbles, Joseph saying, "We always take a morning dip in the lake."

Bart says, "Well that sure is a nice swim suit you're wearing there, Joey!"
he laughs.

Joseph, not immune to Bart's outfit, almost a carbon copy of his own, walks
up to him, doesn't gut punch him, but aligns his closed fist to Bart's abs,
finding not much paunch, which would make it a nice punch, but instead
says, "I'd love to jump in your swimming hole, boy!"

Thwarting his plans, Ed had high hopes of Bart being the one to sweep
Dwight off his feet, but there was hope, in Cyril, having the looks of a
dominant male, perfect for his longtime friend and sometimes roleplaying
partner.

Anxious to fit in, with promises of some roughplay, Roddy asks, "When do I
start?"

For now, what had gotten Ed's balls boiling, would need to be put on the
back burner. However, with a different pair to show to a cabin, "A good
night's sleep is what would make a difference."

He toted along with him a suitcase, all the worldly belongings Roddy had,
while away from college. Not really needing a huge paycheck, Roddy figured
he would get away for the summer, someplace up in the country, apart from
the rich style of living and Ivy League school. Secretly, he had found the
motel, out in the middle of no man's land, but hadn't figured a social
website would provide such a terrible boss. Not that he was mistreated, but
just the way his employer talked, he wasn't such a nice person. It would
have been a different scenario, if the `person' looked different. Not at
all the persona which turned Roddy on. It's why he snapped up the idea of
hooking up with Cyril and Bart.

With little to do at the motel, early morning desk job, boring to say the
least, Bart and Cyril had woken up his world. He had shared, all his life,
wanting to experience a short term relationship, lasting even a night, but
could be days or a week, hooking up with a man who could mistreat him,
`nicely'!

Of course, he was taking a big chance, jumping in the truck with two guys
he knew nothing about, but right now Roddy was feeling okay about things,
being led off into the wilderness of the night, a friendly arm over his
shoulders, more so the affection than his straight-laced father, Ed
treating him as if he were a long-lost son, "And here is where you will be
staying, but not right now."

"Oh?" Roddy was puzzled.

He had worked it out in his office, `incoming', the campers. Rather than
what protocol had called for, he would split them up, in his plan of how to
change things up for everyone this summer. Which would mean, there would be
four campers in every `dormitory', cabin, with one counselor. As his plans
panned out on his creaky desk, Ed realized one pitfall, an extra
counselor. It's the reason he was explaining to Roddy, this would be his
cabin, but right now, probably Avery was sleeping and didn't want to
disturb him.

"No problem," Roddy replies, turning to Cyril, "maybe we can share for
tonight?"

Seeing a little light on the horizon, Ed says, "If it bothers either one of
you, it's going to be a short night!"

Cyril wasn't saying much of anything, being led around in the dark, like
Roddy, a lost puppy looking for home.

A few minutes away from Avery's cabin, they enter a vacant one. At least Ed
`thought' it was vacant, coming across a man, stripped naked, because he
could see cock and balls hanging down, a silhouette against the moon
shining in a side panel, in an x-shape.

Switching a light on, Ed exclaims, "Oh fuck Orrin. What have you got
yourself into?"

"Oh shit!" Robby exclaims, hand over his mouth, eyes ready to pop out.

Cyril, it wasn't anything new to him, yet he has just seen pictures of a
man, needles stuck in an artistic fashion around a man's pecs, navel and
because he knew nothing of Orrin, except him hanging there, like a slab of
beef, all ready for the taking, quips, "Looks like whoever it was who used
this boy for a pin cushion, is still getting their jollies," he laughs,
slapping his balled up hand hard down on Orrin's cock and balls.

"Oh man, that's gotta hurt?!" Roddy says, leaving room for speculation on
his part, like maybe he wouldn't put it past himself to try it?

It didn't phase Ed much, except by the look of Orrin, probably howling into
the leather mask he had over his head, "I'm sure."

"Well," Cyril says, fondling the hose, attached to a nosepiece, over
Orrin's face, "someone was up for some longterm fun!" he suddenly turns
dominant.

Vague on all this stuff, Roddy says, "Those pins. It's part of what you
like to do?"

"Needles," Cyril corrects. "For some guys. Me, I like to start out soft and
then progress. So much fun hearing a guy bed for release."

Sketchy on the details, but a little into the bondage and discipline stuff,
coupled with his masochistic side, Roddy says, "I'd like to do something,
but I don't think I could take those pins... I mean, needles."

Assessing the situation, Ed says, "I have a feeling here, Orrin didn't get
to voice an opinion of whether he liked what was being down to him. My
guess is, whomever it was, who trussed up his nips and navel like this, he
didn't take kindly to it!"

Yet, Ed didn't show any sympathy either. Sure, when Orrin was released out
of his bindings, recovered enough, he could run for help, but then how
would Orrin explain his past employment history, escaping the
responsibility imposed on others? Another reason he didn't undo the
bindings, it was an unwritten clause, `What one man puts another man
through, let no other man put asunder', unless he's in on the play!

"Well, people," Ed winds down their tour, "you can either stay here for
tonight, though I think it smells kind of like a pigsty in here, or I can
show you another accommodation?"

"Shame," Cyril feels up Orrin's stomach, "would have been a nice cub to
play with!"

Roddy says, "Under my shirt, I think I'm a nice cub?"

Ed has decided, "I think I better show you to another cabin."

Leaving, Ed douses the lights, little care of why, how or for long,
duration Orrin will be occupying the cabin.

It's then the two who walked onto camp property question, one, Roddy asks,
"What about Bart? Is he staying with the other guy?"

"Joseph?" Ed figures Roddy forgot his name, "I wouldn't worry about them
two."

The deluxe cabin, up in the far corner of the property, normally Ed's
habitat, had been groomed over for Zack's use with Declan. He couldn't
possibly expect Roddy and Cyril to sleep on `nothing', unless they chose to
cuddle up on a mechanical rack! Nevertheless, he decides to surrender his
own cabin, at least for a few hours.

Leaving, Roddy concerns himself, "But where will you sleep?"

Laughing, Ed says, "I'm the director. I can kick anyone out of any bed!"
Or, he smiles on his own recollection, `with'!

Leaving the two to his own cabin, Ed thinks how hot it would have been,
following through on Joseph's lead, with Cyril in his place, however
tonight... this morning, he would have to bunk-up with Dwight.

Walking through the trees at this early morning hour, the sun almost upon
the earth, streaming through the trees, at 36-years old, Ed had thought
deeply on retiring, which brought him to his present state of employment.

Standing there on a favorite log he had discovered on his first day at Camp
Rufghup, he realizes, not only has he aged, but around him the lichen,
trees, the whole forest had encroached on this one log.

For all those years, he remembers the drama, innocent stuff, but the times
a-changing, so has the methods of dealing with unruly youth and now, as
youth have developed into delinquent young men, the means by which to deal
with has changed up as well.

Sitting down on his `thinking log', Ed folded his arms across his
thighs. If he had a shirt on, it wasn't of major impact, but shirt
stripped, slouching, everything fell right into place, his chest falling
over and as they were made to match up, nips make contact with his hands.

As if it a mating call with nature, Ed exhales with delight, "Mm-mm,"
teasing his nubs, just as a sparkle of sunlight appears through the fir
trees, announcing the day.

"Having fun with yourself there, Ed?"

Popping up, realizing he wasn't alone on some island paradise, Ed acted
like he was ashamed of his erection, hand action to cover it up, as he
turns an eye, "Oh, it's you, LL."

"Ready for the fun and games?" LL asks, stepping over the log and taking a
seat. He `noticed' but didn't say anything!

"Y'know," Ed reflects on something he just ran over in his mind, "when I
first started my position at camp, there wasn't nearly the amount of
foliage covering this spot?"

"Oh? I was under the impression the forest and surroundings were here,
like, since the beginning of time?"

"Some of it. When Camp Rufghup was brand-spanking new, they had cut down a
lot, intentionally and by accident, not realizing what heavy earth moving
equipment could do to an environment."

LL observes, "It looks like Mother Nature has been doing some repair work!"

Ed smiled, saying, "I think this place has been doing a job on me."

"Reason for your retirement at such a young age?"

Bending over, picking up some purple flower, Ed replies, "See this flower?"

"Uh, yeah," LL says, "I think it's a flower?"

"I just said it was!"

"Oh right. What about it?" LL asks, still thinking a little on when Ed bent
over, his shorts taking a hike in the opposite direction!

"It was minding its own business, growing towards the sun, but as soon as I
picked it, life began to drain from it's lustrous beauty."

"You murderer!"

Ed turns, gives LL an evil eye, "I'm trying to say something profound."

"Oh, well, don't mind me. I'm used to screwing up minds at my board
meetings," LL raving on, "keeps everyone guessing at my next move!"

Continuing, like uninterrupted, Ed says, "Camp Rufghup used to be a nice
place for youth, but it has been my own fault, allowing some things to go
on, which should not have."

"Like Declan working over Zack's brother, till he almost bit the dust?"

A look of inquisitiveness on Ed's face, "How did you know about that,
Leon?"

"Sh-h-h!" he shushes Ed, finger to his lips. "Remember, around these parts
it's LL? I'm incognito!"

"But I thought everyone called you `LL'?"

"If my mom wasn't mad at me, she would call me `LL'."

"What did she call you when she was mad?"

"Same name as my dad, except then it became very confusing, because my
father would think my mom was mad at him too!"

Ed grinned, thinking the same thing, but didn't tell about it!

LL knew there was a story there, but because Ed was not telling it, moved
on, "So, to answer your question, people who are close to me, some of the
board members, security guard, Jose, they call me `LL'. All others call me
Leon. Some semi-close employees have called me, `Mr. J.', but most of them,
out of respect, I'm `Mr. Justice' to them."

Moving on himself, Ed asks, "From your itinerary I know you are very
successful in business. I haven't a clue to how your personal life is, like
is there a man in your life?"

"Only once, but for Jose and myself, we weren't ready for any
commitments. Why? Are you interested Ed?" LL chuckles.

Sitting there, realizing he was slouching, Ed straightens up his skeleton,
"You think I'm too out of shape for a muscled man like yourself?"

Comparing, no matter how much Ed sat up, he still could not produce the
next-to-nothing amount of belly-fat LL toted.

"You got potential. I could see where 8 weeks of tough exercise could work
that gut off, plus changing up the diet?" LL replies, pinching an inch of
Ed's belly-fat and letting go.

"Felt good. Not to change the subject, but feel free to test the fat on my
chest?"

"Really, Ed?" LL places a hand on his hip, "Don't you think you're hard
enough?"

Ed laughs, saying, "I tried to hide it, but I guess you saw?"

Getting up, LL replies, "If you turned me on Ed, I'd see you through to the
end," meaning, grabbing the rim of Ed's shorts, pulling or tearing them
down, parking them under Ed's big balls and going down on his stump, "but
I'm out for my morning jog, before the discipline gets going!"

Detecting something, Ed asks, "Just how much do you know about Camp
Rufghup?"

Starting to jog in place, shirtless, there was very little movement in the
front of LL's bod, "I have a very good security man. After I set foot on
camp grounds, I had him dig a little deeper, into past files. Lo and
behold, you would not believe what he found!"

Realizing the implications, Ed asks, "So, why is it your still here? Not
afraid of getting `whipped' into shape, Mr. Justice?"

"Seeing you hard was intimate enough. You can call me LL!"

"Okay, LL. I'll see you later," Ed says, turning his back, stepping over
the log, actually almost tripping over it... turning around to see if LL
noticed, but the tycoon had disappeared.

Ed, walking back to his cabin, rather his office, since he remembered
loaning out his sleeping quarters, thought on LL's words. Holding his
small, jelly-belly in his hands, he thinks on life being a little too
comfortable over the years.

In reality, there wasn't much difference between himself and LL. Both were
in positions to rule, Ed into leather, shoe imports, LL founder and head
honcho of his own firm.

However, being a upper guy in his brother's business, well liked, he had a
position where he would come in for a day's work, dictate orders from a
phone and hit the donut cart regularly, or had his assistant, Mikey, go for
him. It was a nice life, but becoming a member of America's fat elite, he
realizes he's fallen into a rut.

"Rut," Ed says to himself, "exactly," pinches the inch LL just separated
from the rest of his flab.

Almost to his office, Ed sees Arch Geller crossing the courtyard to the
mess hall, calling his name, "Arch, come here a minute," yet Arch had
stopped, so Ed walked over to him!

"What's up, chief?"

"What do you know about dieting?" Ed presents.

"Eat less?" Arch guesses.

Back to throwing his weight around, Ed having extra baggage to do so, plus
clout, "I want you to go on the internet, look up what these muscle-heads
eat and carve out an eating plan for everyone, based on what you find."

"You're fuckin' kiddin'?" Arch replies.

"Do you remember what happened to that counselor, about 3 years ago, who
thought I was fuckin' kiddin', Arch?"

A little trumped up, Arch says, "The one who left camp with his balls
hanging a little lower?" joking!

Ed just stood there.

"I'll get on it right away!" Arch says, hustling off to the mess.

Ed reported to his cabin. About to turn the knob, a jeep rolls up, followed
by another jeep, and another. On the sides of the jeeps, it's imprinted,
Gib Security. Haven't slept a wink all night, "Go home!"

No one was around to hear, the jeeps coming to a halt right in front of
Ed's office. Hopping out, it was a consolation to look upon so many hot
security men, at once, taking it, an unintended wakeup call!

"These are my men," Birch Gib says, the 26-year old lining his men up.

Reporting like soldiers, in long-sleeved, long-legged uniform, deep navy
blue, the Gib insignia patched onto each shoulder, they sure did look
official.

Only, Ed, having second thoughts on how the security force would be
utilized, he realizes the reality of the situation, `more skin', `less
clothing', "Nice uniforms," he inspects.

Part of the uniform, Birch thought it would be cool if each had a pair of
sunglasses.

With another opinion, first guard in line, Ed, falling back on his old
ways, rips the sunglasses right off his nose, "I think we can do without
the `Men In Black' look?"

It was interesting, Ed thought, how the security, stripped of the vision
hardware, didn't flicker an eyelash.

When he first met Birch Gib, Ed wasn't all too impressed, without any
authoritative manner about the young man. Today he was getting a different
picture, Birch barking out the order, "Shades off, men!"

Like clockwork, though not completely in sync with each other, the shades
came off, folded and placed in an upper, left pec pocket.

Cool, because Ed could now pass from man to man and back, seeing all of
those beautiful brown, green, blue, incredibly gray and other shades of
eyes.

"I'm prepared to turn my troops over to your command, sir."

A little too `toy soldier', Ed tries a different approach, "You don't have
to be so commando, Birch."

"Yes sir," Birch replies, saying, "at ease, men."

Walking the line again, Ed felt kind of awesome, these 10 men being placed
under his control. Maybe Birch Gib's old man didn't know how these 10 came
under recruitment, but he knew of the gay employment agency, not meant to
infiltrate gays into the workforce, but to help out those who wished to
work in surroundings of people much like themselves.

"Totally under my command, are they?" Ed asks, something devious on his
mind.

"Totally," Birch had already prepped his men.

"Oh goody," Ed rubs his hands together, dropping them. "Your name?" Ed
turns to man number 4 in line, having arrived there, in the middle of a
thought.

"Gerald Bronte, sir."

"Gerald?" Ed pulls him from the line up, Gerald following his lead, "Over
there, about 2 miles through the forest, there's a lake. I want you to lead
your men over there, running the whole way, jump in, run back and then
assemble everyone in front of the mess hall. But before you do, I want you
to strip down."

Gerald looked down himself, then, not to Ed, but Birch, "Sir?" which all
the others did as well.

"Don't look at me," Birch stood to be entertained as well. "He's your
commander now!"

Ed had one, incidental question, "Does that include the commander?"

The 10 stood there, all eyes on their former commander.

Not having thought about that angle of the Gib contract, Birch mulled it
over. It took a short time to think what fun he could have, being a part of
a unit, rather overseeing it, "Hell yeah!" he didn't even unbutton his
shirt, but rather in a Superman `opening', torn it open revealing his
nearly smooth chest!

Ed loved it, Birch inciting the others to strip out of, not only their
shirts, buttons flying all over the place, but energetically tearing at
their belt loops. Course, when they got down to dropping their navy blue
khakis, they had forgotten to take off their boots. Some leaned against
trees, others, like Gerald, dropping his briefs right onto the dirt floor.

Ed couldn't help, but notice Gerald's lily-white Nouguet briefs, the front,
but also the back, "Oh, did you go and dirty yourself up?" like he was
talking to some toddler who never made it to the little boys' room?

"Not what you think," Gerald teases back, seeing this wasn't turning in to
a strict, military affair.

Ed's jaw dropped open, Gerald, naked, except for the briefs, turning
around, bending over, saying, "See? Clean as a whistle!"

Well, Ed was wetting his whistle, thinking on the hot bubble butt, but
Gerald gets the last laugh, a hand slapped hard right across those cheeks!

"Oh shi-i-i-i-i-it!" Gerald takes a flying leap forward, "Owch, owch, owch,
owch, owch!" he rubs his own butt. Then, realizing it wasn't Ed's hand,
recomposes himself, walks up to the dude who spanked him, "Who the hell are
you?"

Truthfully, Joseph never made the connection, the Gib jeeps and men who
right now show no signs of being security guards, either stripped down to
nothing or next to nothing, thinking this an unruly camper, "You're worst
nightmare!"

Gerald taught to take care of himself, says, "Nappy time!"

"Ugh-h-h-h-h!" was Joseph's reply, a quick, sharp upper right hitting him,
unprepared, in the stomach, holding the dull ache as he bent over.

"Oh come on, Joseph. Stop being so dramatic," Ed casually says, same time
introducing, "and make friends with our new security guys?"

By this time, Gerald was totally in the buff, walking over to Joseph,
offering his hand, "I hope I didn't incapacitate you too much. I'm Gerald."

"Of course not," Joseph was bent on getting even, making it `look like' he
was returning the cordial gesture, "I always take a dozen gut punches
before breakfast."

"Ahk!" Gerald let a out a quick belch, not nearly half as affected as
Joseph, after retribute, a little sucker punch to the gut.

Backing off, a tad, Joseph, noticing the six-pack under the hairy abs,
says, "I bet you knew that was coming?"

Eyeing Joseph up and down, in what Joseph usually did in the morning,
shirtless exercises and a light jog, Gerald says, "How about going for a
morning swim with us?"

More than half of them were way ahead of Gerald, but Joseph had already
looked upon the lot of eyecandy, "Of course. That's why I'm here."

Ed tired of the drama already, cornered Birch, taking him back to his
office.

Conan Quinn-Kelly, kind of a chubby guy, signed on to camp, not only to get
some security guard experience on his resume, but thought of camp as a
place to get into shape.

Birch had no qualms about the bearcub's appearance, finding he could almost
keep up with others, going through the endurance part of his company's
first interviewee process.

It was tough dating, in a world where most of the guys were 10 times
fitter, that is, looking for a specific type of bod, opposite than one's
own. Conan, looking upon Joseph, a big muscle-bear of a man, he took his
chances, edging Gerald out of the way, the 26-year old says, "If you need
some help with those leather pants, I'm a good helper?"

Wherever Joseph went, whatever scenario, if he saw it fitting he would say
to a guy, "Oh man, I'd sure like to punch that stomach!"

There suddenly was a disturbance in the force, causing Conan's loins to
pulse, "Really," like the dude was showing an interest, of whatever kind,
he didn't care, "like how would that go?"

Having seen this happen before, Gerald, who happened to know Conan from
high school, only because his friend had stayed back a year in eighth
grade, probably the only non-fattening kid who paid attention to the
blubber-over-the-belt youth, grew up liking Conan. Therefore, seeing he was
losing his edge, says, "Well, I'll seeing you guys on the rebound! Be
careful what you get yourself into there, Conan?"

"I will," the cub says to his friend, then turns right to Joseph, "Are you
swimming?"

He hadn't stripped his pants from his lower half yet, Joseph just thinking
how much fun this cub could be, asking, "What else do you get into?"

Unlike a lot of chubby dudes, Joseph sees something he likes, even though
soft!

Whether Conan was playing hard to get, or just wanted to keep up with his
fellow security officers, Ed expecting it from all the Gib officers, Joseph
knew what that meant. In lieu of his normal morning routine, he strips
himself down, taking his leather pants, folding them nicely, blowing off
any dust and places them nicely over a tree branch.

"Seems like a nice guy," Birch says, standing around, talking with Ed.

Not leaning to the good, bad, or what could be a guy's worst case scenario,
Ed says, "You should get to know Joseph," which concluded their chat rather
abruptly, Ed walking off towards his office.

Watching those chaps come off, watching Joseph bend over to remove them,
then stand up to iron out the creases, Birch just licked his lips,
surveying the worked out man, from top-heavy biceps to bottom-heavy other
stuff. Though, not one to call attention to himself, Birch looked the other
way, his guys taking off and heading into the brush. However, his mind was
not so willing to obey!

He knew Joseph stole glances at him. Before missing his chance, Birch's
fingers get to work rapidly, not caring he popped the last button of his
shirt in order to have it off before he officially introduced himself...

"Hey, I'm Birch Gib. Ed tells me you're one of the counselors. Nice to meet
you."

Recognizing not only the name of the security firm, but the shaky hand,
held out, Joseph decides to play it cool, taking the hand, purposely adding
a little extra strength to his hand, playing on Birch's niceties, "Nice to
meet you too."

Under his chap, as per habit, Joseph wasn't wearing anything to obstruct a
guy, if he should happen to fall before him, on his knees. Therefore, he
had known the drill, knowing when a guy was checking him out and not for
the muscle surrounding his arms and shoulders!

Possibly thoughts of being snagged, Birch tells him, "Uh, you really look
good. You keep yourself in good shape?"

Using it to his advantage, Joseph says, "How would you ever mean that?"

Telling it like it is, Birch says, "You go to the gym regularly?"

For a few seconds Joseph did, when Conan interrupts them, from long
distance, a whistle, then shout, "Hey Joseph! What the fuck's keeping you!"

Even though he didn't much about Joseph, other than the revealed physical
features, Birch says, "Watch it, Joseph... Conan can seem like a pussycat,
but he's got a lion's roar!"

Joseph was dumbfounded, perturbed a little, about these newcomers, coming
in and running the show? Standing there, he watches in disbelief, his
attention on Conan, his big pecs and belly towards them, Birch running off
and if that wasn't enough nerve, as the 26-year old security man took to
joining the others, when he removed his briefs, he had the nerve to toss
them to Joseph and with bad aim, well he wasn't too happy catching the
Nouguet briefs on his nose... or maybe he was... first time for everything!

When Conan and Birch reach the lake, they stop, stare and study the playful
activity in the lake.

Conan makes the educated guess, "Hey, there's more than our guys in the
lake?"

"Yeah," Birch has to agree, doing a head count, sometimes an ass sticking
out of the water, faking them out, thinking it's a head.

To both their surprises, trying to make out who `the other guys' were, an
arm butts each of them in the back, hurtling both face-first into the
water!

Soon as they do a pushup from being force-dunked, laughter is heard.

Conan says to Birch, "I'll take care of him!"

Birch thought he could. It wasn't only that Conan had a lot of weight to
throw around, he knew how to throw it, saying, "See ya!"

Right away, swimming towards the others, Birch tried not grinning, getting
water in his mouth, just knowing Joseph was not prepared for Conan's
welcoming, if only he had started by covering up his crotch, cock and
chuckling balls, bouncing to each bout of laughing!

"Hey, that was pretty funny!" Conan continues to wipe the water off his
bod.

"I thought so," Joseph wore a big grin.

"You know what's funnier?"

Seeing Conan was being a good sport, "What?" Joseph asks, grinning.

He wasn't grinning for very long, Conan grabbing him by the balls, using
the big basket for a leash, pulling Joseph into the forest they both came
from.

First thought for Joseph, he was in pain, but not the pain something like
electrodes could cause... Goofing off pain. After what was happening to
him, feet moving along the forest floor, he knew, unless he could free up
his balls, to resist, it would be against his efforts of both, breaking
free and avoiding any undesirable pain. Instead he propelled himself
forwards.

However, he didn't have to think long, Conan swinging himself around,
slamming his belly into Joseph, grabbing the back of his neck and pinning
their faces together!

At least, slipping hands around him, from his ribs, to back, Joseph sensed,
not only his balls feeling freedom from the cinch of Conan's grip, which
would give him a chance at taking control, followed by vengeful
thoughts. Regardless, there must've been a snap in a cord somewhere between
his brain and coiled up fist. `Damn it!' Joseph thought, the pressure of
their lips making him change his mind about seriously crippling Conan's abs
muscles... If he had someå!

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

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