Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 06:10:36 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave 02 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave 02 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % When the high and mighty 'master' stepped from the upper perch of the seating at the bar, heads seemed to border on the same level. Being quite forward, he says to Seth, "Like how come you have so many clothes on?" As per Jake's conversation in the car, on their way over here, Seth remembers suggestion number two, 'Don't let the dude try to bamboozle you', so answers, "When you start turning me on, maybe I'll think about taking my shirt off!" Seth glances to the side of the dude, Jake giving him the thumbs up! The dude, turning to his other side, opposite where Jake stood, addresses the guy he came in with, in a butch tone, "Get lost!" Feeling a bit remorseful for this master dude giving up his 'ward' for the evening, Seth gets another idea, telling 'Mr. Almighty', "If you don't want him, I'll take him!" Jake was laughing his ass off, but not too vocally, a hand cupped over his mouth, seeing the master dude's jaw drop open at the rejection. But then he got a little concerned when the dude started after Seth. True, on their ride over to 'The Cave', Seth had assured Jake he could take care of himself, but he wasn't so sure in which respect, drawing off of Seth's shy, quiet, calm nature. News to Jake, imminent was he to find out, when the dude put his hand on Seth's shoulder, saying, "Hold up there a minute!" "Whoa!" Jake exclaimed, watching Seth do an about face, his elbow tucking in the dude's mid section and then seeing his bod cast right over Seth's shoulder, lying, with his back to the floor, in front of him. A circle carved out of the crowd, patrons stand numb, looking down on the twenty-something leather dude, literally stunned out of his gourd. Cutting a path through the crowd, some other guy, clad in black shirt, security written on the front, directs at no one in particular, "Okay, the show's over folks. Who's responsible for this?" By now, the 'master-dude' was just sitting up. Wimping out, he was about to name Seth, his index finger pointing suspect. However, being the honest person he is, Seth owns up to it, "I was protecting myself in self defense against this jerk." "Is that so?" The security guard interrogates, asking more the dude on the floor, but glancing up at Seth. Thinking fast, the dude on his ass says, "More a misunderstanding, officer," even though he wasn't a cop. Using his gym-coiffed bod, the dude rises, saying, "I had offered to buy this gentleman a drink and didn't get his order... so-o-o-o-o, tapped him on his shoulder to ask him what drink he wanted and 'bam!'," he pounds his fist into his palm, "I'm over his shoulder and lying on the floor." The 'sub-dude' next to Seth would have sworn it was self defense. He's played with this master-dude before and knows what a hot time he can have, so didn't want to jeopardize anymore meet ups. He had to outweigh things because right now, in 'his' eyes, Seth seemed to way over power the other 'master', maybe not by cosmetically resembling a gym-guy, but an instant he was in love with Seth's handsome face and an attraction which compelled him to want to touch Seth all over. Seth knew it wasn't how it went, not in the tone of voice he heard right before being tagged on the shoulder, but he didn't make a federal issue out of it, but neither backing down, "It's not as I thought, but I came here to have a good time, so forget about it." As he summoned Jake to walk with him, the dude asks, "Hey, you want that drink?" Walking away, without a word spoken by Seth, was enough of a response. It made Jake proud, "Hey, you know, with me you already were cool, but you've earned the respect of a lot of other dudes tonight? You stood up to probably the hottest, top-player at 'the Cave'." "Like I said to the security guard, I... we came here tonight to have a good time right?" "Yeah," Jake says. At first neither Jake, nor Seth realized another bod tagging along. It was not a prominent realization until the two stood outside the lounge, the roar of the crowd and music deadening. Only then does their 'mystery guest', the one who immediately fell in love with Seth, asks, "It's alright if I hang with you guys, isn't it?" About to shoot him down, Jake knew this dude, not by name, but by reputation, of hanging with whomever was cool at the moment. He was ready to shake the dude off when Seth jumps in with, "Sure, but isn't your 'friend' in there going to be looking for you?" Wary of this dude's allegiance, in the name of friendship, Jake interrupts, "Yeah, aren't you going to be missing Thoer's nightly workover?" Seeing Jake being a bit unfair, to the point of obnoxious, Seth says, "Want to give the guy a break?" "Huh?" Jake says with surprise. Seth, first privately acknowledging the dude he flipped inside the lounge as this 'Thoer' character, he asks the guy, looking to be maybe nineteen or early twenties, "Did Thoer do that to your chest?" It was a dimly lit hallway, so it was probably tough to pick up on the guy's red-tinted complexion, embarrassed from the obscure look of his nips. However, asked a question, he answered, "Yeah." Still down on the guy, but also to inform, Jake says, "He allowed Thoer to do that to him, so it's his own fault!" For the past five minutes or so, Jake began ticking Seth off. A friendly warning didn't seem to be enough, so Seth asks, "And what was it you wanted some guy to do to you tonight Jake? Whip your back? Suppose it happened you had welts on your back? Huh?" Whatever reason, it seemed Jake didn't like this other guy and says in rebuttal, "At least I didn't allow some dude I didn't know tie me down and put spoons-dipped-in-hot-water on my nips?" Placing his hand lightly on the dude's chest, Seth says with compassion, "Thoer applied hot spoons to your nips?" With a look of not being proud of what he's done, the dude nods his head 'yes', saying, "Yeah, I let him do it." He then went on to confess, "I never had anyone to take care of me. Thoer's my friend, so I let him do stuff to me." Realizing he's rubbed over the dude's rough nip, Seth asks, "Sorry, but I didn't hurt you, did I?" Seth is surprised to hear, "No, but if you did it would be okay." "Really? Like how would that go?" In the meantime, Jake is walking away, headed back to lounge, saying, "See you guys later." Seth 'okays' it, and then reiterates, "Why would you think it's fine if I hurt you?" The two walking slowly up the hallway, hearing an occasional sound of either and s&m session in progress or some couple, threesome or group sex action goings on, the dude says, "Because I think you're nice and.... I know this can get tired out, but I think you're hot looking?" He looks to Seth. "Well that's a first for me," Seth replies. It then dawns on him, "Hey, what's your name anyway?" "Doug Flom." "Is that Austrailian?" "It could be," Doug replies. Sensing something here, Seth asks, "Or is it something else?" "It could be Dutch?" He looks to Seth, as if for a reaction. "Or it 'is' Dutch?" "Uh, yeah... could be." Still trying to figure him out, Seth asks, "Is that with a 'ph' or 'f'?" "Whichever you think. Doesn't much matter to me." Then Doug follows up with, "Oh boy was that a no-brainer!" Seth smiles. "Did you let Thoer do that to your chest because you wanted to keep him as a friend?" Doug replies, "Ya got to understand.... hey, what's your name?" "Seth." "Understand Seth, Thoer is like the hottest guy at 'The Cave'. Being his friend, people look up to a guy." With a little sarcasm Seth says, "I bet it made Thoer look real good having you on hand to brand your nips. Must've hurt like hell!" "It did. I was like screaming my lungs out. And you're right, guys were telling Thoer how cool he was for putting the hots spoons on my nips." "And other than making you hoarse from screaming, how else did you feel?" With the same embarrased look as before, Doug replies, "Good. My cock was as hard as a rock and I was leaking precum. I mean, I was tied down eagle-spread, but Thoer showed guys how much I liked being branded, by stroking me gently and producing the ooze coming out of my shaft. You understand, right?" Not entirely, Seth not getting it, how a guy can feel pain, yet get a sexual urge from it. From his own insight, emerged, as he braced his hand on Doug's shoulder, "Doug, you don't have to take anything painful to know me or be my friend. Tell me something?" "What?" "How long have you been taking abuse from Thoer?" "Ever since I got into town." Seth, giving Doug a stare, with intent of wanting to hear this part of the story, Doug says, "Look story, but I got into town and happened to meet up with Thoer at the gas station. He bought me something to eat and took me home with him. I was doing stuff around his house to earn my keep and when he came home from work he would have fun with me." "I hate to ask," Seth replies, "about what 'kind' of fun it would entail?" Again, the not-proud feeling emanating from Doug, he says, "Thoer has a nice dungeon set up in his basement. Not as nice as 'The Cave', but a hot time can be had from it." By the way Seth spoke, anyone could tell he had some streak of intelligence. "You speak as if past tense? Are you still with Thoer?" "No. I'm not supposed to talk about it, but..." Doug looks Seth over again, "you won't tell anybody?" With more cheer, Seth replies, "I want to be your friend and I'm not out to gain anything by it." Doug took this as 'trust', so says, "The security guard who broke up the fight?" "Yeah?" "His name is Steve. After Thoer finished branding my nips, he kind of..." A sulleness falls over Doug, "...he didn't want me anymore, told me I couldn't stay with him anymore. Really, he was kicking me out of his house." "So what did you do?" "I didn't have anything more or less than the clothes I was wearing, so he banned me from returning to his house that night." "Which was when?" Seth was trying to piece together a time frame. "A week ago. Last Friday night." And continuing, "I left 'The Cave' and was walking to 'I-dunno-where' and Steve stopped to give me a lift. When he found out I didn't have anything on me, no money and no place to go he took me to his place. But first he took me to a friend of his who goes to the college he goes to. He's studying to be a doctor and owed Steve a favor, so he looked after my chest." Feeling up his on pecs with flat palms, Doug says, "He, the doc-dude, said my nips should not look too bad and probably the hair will come back in around them." He then reckons, "I guess my chest hair looks kind of strange with circled patches, huh?" With a light burst of humor, Seth says, "Look on the bright side... you can always shave the rest and have a smooth chest?" "Yeah?" Doug says, with a lilt of hope. Before Seth can get a word in edgewise, a voice pierces the cold hallway, "If it means anything, I think it was 'self defense'?" To their left stands the black-shirted security guard who broke them up. All three stand there, waiting. Seth seems to think this is the security guard Doug has talked about, but wants to keep what he knows incognito. Doug is not sure how Steve will take the idea he's told Seth, plus he's not sure he should divulge their association. Waiting for the silence to pass, Steve suddenly smiles, saying to Doug, "You told him, didn't you?" % Lying in bed, Billy's chest and stomach looked very red, painted from shoulders to the bottom of his abs, striped from Ali's belt. Really, it was Billy's own belt, Ali had stripped from the twenty-four year old's pants. By now, Ali had finished using Billy's ass and was chilling out in one of the chairs of the dreary motel room. Breathing deeply, Ali slouched in the chair, still cranking his soft meat. As for Billy, he kept gnawing at the ropes which were tied to the wrought iron grid at the head of the bed. It was torture enough, taking the hundred of so lashes the front of his bod, but more so as he tried freeing himself. His logic, he was sure Ali was not done with him. He had looked down upon himself and even though dark hair and tattoos covered some of his bod, he saw the occasional welt, where his belt had struck the same place many times. He was suddenly jarred away from his escape plans, as Ali stood before the bed. "I am up for some torture. How about you?" Ali laughed, retrieving Billy's belt from lying across his stomach. "No! Please! Don't do this. I'll do anything you say!" But Ali wouldn't hear it. He already knew Billy would do anything. Right not he was feeling the need to 'hurt' and whether Billy was a player to it or not, Ali was ready to get hard and stay hard by heating up the buckle of Billy's belt and applying it to his chest! % After Erik finished up 'phase one' of the evening, he waundered back to the bar. All along, it was on his mind, making him effervescent with excitement, the thought of leaving Bo tied eagle-spread to the bed, the bouncer trying to express his anger through the ball gag in his mouth. Of course Erik would return later for some more ass-fun, but now he had it in mind for a different type of experience, perhaps with a much younger willing victim. "This the way downstairs?" He asks the young guy at the door. From Bo's description, Erik thought right away this had to be the security official claiming he was straight. Tough-like, the man in navy blue asks, "You have a referral?" Looking around, Erik saw either everyone was at the bar or on the other side of the door. He leans close enough to converse over the noise, giving his 'referral', "Bo tells me you're quite the cocksucker?" The back of Erik's hand gently touches the guard's clothed zipper-anatomy. "Fuck-off!" he gets in return, his hand swiped away. "Bo's a liar!" Smiling, Erik's not giving up, tries a strategy he has worked on other straight dudes, "On second thought, how would you feel about 'me' giving 'you' a hot blowjob?" And if it happened, it wouldn't be the first time Erik has followed through, of course things kicked up to where he got his way with a guy. Standing there, the guard waited a few seconds, his eyes scanning Erik from head-to-crotch and back. >From the time he set eyes on this dude, Erik's sensed he could be real hot. The shirt clung to his pecs, a little loose around the midsection, which told him this man of authority saw the insides of a gym. Too, if this was the Todd Parker, Bo talked about, he was much more handsome than words can say. Not getting a response quick enough, he upped the ante, "My tongue loves to work over a hot set of pecs and abs?" This time he was getting away with the back of his hand rubbing over the shirted abs and getting away with it, told Erik his tender words and hand were beginning to mesmerize. With a little tug, he began pulling the navy shirt out of his pants. A hand stopping Erik's hand, "I get off at one. You got a place?" Being bold, Erik says, "No, but you do!" The stern face turns a slight touch of humor, him saying, "I'm Todd Parker and you are?" "Erik, but I'm sure before the sun rises tomorrow morning, one of us will be addressing the other as 'sir'?" As Erik paraded down the stairs to 'The Cave', he had a grin on his face, thinking just hot it was going to be, being 'master' over Todd Parker! % Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee 'Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....