Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2010 07:22:57 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: PLaY FoR PaY 12 (Conclusion) 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. PLaY FoR PaY 12 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Hector was right and his opinion was costing him, but not in manner in which would constitute the element of torture. Rather, he hung there by his arms, tensing his core as Steve threw punch after punch into his gut. "Yeah, gonna turn your fuckin' abs to mush and then I'm gonna bust your `puerta-tican' ass wide open!" Hector did get a reprieve when the one working over Wali's ass stopped to take a break, "Having fun Steve?" In a rage to get even, Steve did pause in his gut-torture driven by thought, "Hey, how come you guys aren't stopping me?" Looking upon Hector there in his bondage, watching the sweat trickle down his almost smooth bod, he tells Steve, "Maybe its because it's what Hector wants?" He slapped Steve on the shoulder, saying, "Now you get back to your fun and I'll keep having mine?" To make it a point, his hand was already on his 9c, firming it up. Steve did make comment, "Nice tool you have there." Strangely, he had to backtrack, question his own thinking, it `did' feel kind of good having Hector work his ass canal over. "Nice. My name's Nelson. Maybe we can work something out later or tomorrow?" `Tomorrow?' Steve thought as he returned to his own victim. He wondered what time it was now. No telling as he went back to taking pleasure in punching Hector in the stomach of the cement enclosed dungeon, stating before his fist takes the plunge, "Like it do ya? Take this!" and Steve rams his fist as hard as possible into Hector's midsection. "Oo-o-o-o-omph!" Hector bellows out, the air totally evacuated as his bod is forced backwards, only stopped by the bondage of his arms and the wall. % Feeling he was the one being forward, inviting Mason into his home, to the barbecue, he was equally surprised when Mason drops his almost empty delivery bag next to the chair and with his arms dropped at his sides, asks, "Do you think you could lend a hand?" `Like oh my God this guy is way ahead of me!' John thought right away, stating, "So willing?" As John show's his willingness to comply, walking over to Mason, removing the already loosened knot of the mailman's tie, he renders, "I think it's more than fate, this being the last drop off point of my route." "Fate?" John questions. Smiling at first, Mason slowly closes his eyes as he weaves his hands in between John's arms and engages in a long lip lock. At first, filled with surprise, John then reciprocates, his hands sneaking inside Mason's unbuttoned shirt. "Uh, I found the weiners. Is this like enough?" Having no choice but to stop, John felt more than the interruption, but rather succumbs to Declan's way of speaking, the bright start and low-toned, almost disappointing finish. Too, as he breaks off his kiss with Mason, the plate of frozen weiners sags to the point two packages slip off. "I've got it!" Mason jumps to it, his shirt blowing in the draft as he bends to pick up the two packages on the floor. Unafraid and unashamed to say so, Declan speaks his mind, "You're really nice looking under the shirt." To break the ice, John says to Mason, "Declan is my pool attendant. He does a fine job of keeping it clean when I'm not here." However, Declan is feeling like he's something more than a pool swab boy, making the rash decision, based on what he just saw, "Yeah, but today's my last day." "Your last day?" John questions. Because he was already feeling it, perhaps before Declan even set foot in room, "You can't leave. I need you." "No you don't!" Declan leaves the room in a huff. Mason explains, rather in a light expression of thinking, "Before I became a mail carrier I had intention of becoming a shrink." "Is there a reason you're telling me this, Mason?" John knew there was! "You and Declan. You had something going and he caught his unfaithful lover kissing another man?" "I'm a thirty-six year old man and he's a twenty year old kid for God's sake!" Straight out, Mason tells him, "Don't fuck me over with that cop out, John?" Shaking his head, John says, "Why can't you stick to your mailmanning?" Rather than give up on everything, Mason places the two thawing packages of weiners in John's hands and strips his shirt, boldly showing off his hairy pecs and stomach, "Y'know I think Declan's very cute!" "You do? I thought you thought I was cute?" "I do," Mason replies, placing his shirt over the chair and going for his belt buckle. Of course, interest of what lies down yonder fascinates John. "You do?" Figuring John is wondering where all this is going, other than him dropping his pants and then unlacing his boots, "And I'm willing to share the bird's nest if you are?" Looking down upon Mason with his frozen hands, he questions his motives, "You mean like a threesome?" Standing, Mason kicks off his boots and strips to where his Nouguet briefs and the small pouch holding his endowment are staring at John, "If you're not into it, I can butt out." "What the fuck you talking about," John is game, tossing the two packages of thawed weiners into the pit of the chair. Approaching Mason with an open mind he says as one hand gropes, "What're you kidding? And give all this up?" "Tit for tat, Mason's hand slips into John's speedo, saying of what he finds, "Oh-h-h I'd much rather be tasting this tasty treat than the barbecue!" John replies, "In that department you'll would get plenty of work." There was a meaning to this, Mason guessing, "You and Declan? You're both tops?" Nonchalantly, with a pinch of sarcasm added, John replies, "Yeah. Wouldn't you know it? It's why it wasn't exactly working out between Declan and me?" "But..." "Yeah, I know. Declan wasn't afraid he was losing me as a lover, but rather I would fall in love with some guy and I wouldn't come around anymore." Pushing Declan to the side for a moment, Mason replies, "So, have you found anyone to fall in love with yet?" % "Oh man you're hot..." Steve says, the sweat pouring off of him after belting Hector in the gut with both fists at least fifty times, an occasional hands-to-the-shoulders to deliver a knee right square in the solar plexus. Then, to top it off, if Hector seemed to be dropping into an unconscious state, a hand squeeze to the pubes remedied the situation. One of the others still taking his turn fucking Miguel over, comes over and says, "Hector's had enough, Steve." "You think so?" Steve asks, giving some rough treatment, sending the interrogator to his knees with a fast sucker-punch to the gut. To Steve's amazement he hears out of Hector's mouth, "Juan, you stay out of this!" Furthermore, to add surprise, Nelson comes over and asks, "Hey, I finished porking your jock-boy and feel like I need another ass to unload in?" He meant Steve, but seeing he got away already with working over Hector, sent the one called `Juan' to the floor, holding his bruised abs, he takes it one more step, "Oh really?" Like Nelson, he wound up on his knees. However, figuring Nelson not made of the same stuff as Juan, who took his punishment in stride, Steve goes after Nelson with a vengeance, putting Nelson in a full nelson and walking him over to where a fixture stands out about waist height. With force and a punishing blow, he smashes Nelson's stomach into it. "Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-oh-fuckin' shit!" Nelson calls out, evacuating all the air from his bod. "Had enough?" Steve calls out. Not waiting for a response, he grabs Nelson by the arm, turns the Colombian around and again stikes mid bod. But Steve wasn't finished. Nelson, using Steve's shoulders for a crutch was game to his own demise, opening up his midsection for punch after gut-punch and soon he surrendered to lying on the floor. "Good job!" Came the pat on the back. Now this became sport and Steve, the adrenaline push driving him onwards, turned right around, planting a right hook. He fell like a ton of bricks to the floor. With two left, Steve helped himself to taking them on. Of the four, Nelson seemed to be the only one with the gumption to fight him off, so the only two, even though one was perturbed with having his cock ripped out of Miguel's ass, surrendered to the fate of the one-two to their guts. The victor, Steve, stood there, proud of himself for subduing all four and with taken pleasure, announces, "Now," he brushes his hands together, like cleaning up a mess, "who's going crawl over here on all fours and take their punishment?" With three in front of him, Steve didn't have a clue to the fourth, Nelson, slowly making his way towards Steve, like a crocodile crawling out of the swamp to snag his bounty! % Kneeling at poolside, Mason's cock and balls dangled in the balance of his thighs as he talked with Declan. Hovering above, John appears with a plate of weiners, finishing up what he thought Mason was trying to project, "Right and so you see Declan, it's not like I'm never going to see you again?" Not knowing exactly how their relationship unfolded before he arrived on the scene, Mason wondered, when Declan comes out with, "Can we still `you-know'?" "You're call," Mason looks up at John, smiling. However, John was interrupted by the pool lights, those hidden away as camoflauge, when dusk switches them on. The guys cheered on the light because without it they could not see, to continue with their little `games'. John's attention was then drawn to the crowd of various team mates, when Tom and Thierry appear as if out of thin air. `Oh I forgot!' John thought to himself, the real reason for leaving the pool scene, happening upon the `mail man'! Also, his threeway chat was not immediately resumed, when Brad Pilk repeats something one of the other guys suggests, "Yeah, let's do `Play for Pay' stuff!" "Nah-nah-nah, none of that stuff around here," John tells them, with total opposition. "Oh come on coach," Jake replies. "We won't get into any of the heavy stuff." They all were drinking it up, knocking back more than a few beers. Anthony Bonomolo parades in front of the group, strutting his amazing pecs, saying as he's tweaking both his nips, "We'll just do a little nip prodding!" Geoff differs, "Get your ass over here Tony and I'll do more than prod your nips!" Kevin James, normally the shy one of the bunch, asks in a wee voice, "Um, do you think I could have a try?" It must've been the beer going to his head to stir him up, Tony, whom they all thought always hovered above a guy when having sex, says, "Why don't we take it inside and negotiate, Kev?" Giving up, John rolls his eyes and leaves the bunch, with a warning, "Just keep it safe guys?" Returning to poolside, John says as he jumps in the water to hang with Mason and Declan, "I've got to watch you Mason. You're a slick mover!" "More than slick," Declan replies. "Oh?" John says, waving his arms through the water to keep afloat, looking back and forth at both and wondering, "How's that go?" Mason had a toothy smile on his face as Declan reports, "Because when he dove in the water he went straight for my nuts!" All John could do was laugh, but on his mind also was how all this threeway business was going to evolve. % "Gotcha!" "Oomph!" Steve voiced opinion as his stomach hit the floor. "I think you cracked a rib!" he blamed Nelson. "Get ready because I'm going to break more than that!" It became a game, the other three cheering Nelson on as man number four quickly subdued Steve, kneeling on the floor after grabbing up his wrists and splaying his legs. In agony, Steve's pain grew from his arms drawn behind his back, to Nelson stabbing him with the tip of his `beer can'. Intermingled with the cheerleading trio, Steve grunted, winced and finally shouted out in utter pain as Nelson moved in for the kill. Now he knew why Wali was yelling so loudly and carrying on, thrashing in his bondage because he too was going through the same, as Nelson traveled the pipeline. The three remaining lost interest as Miguel began coming around. But two also questioned the use of the others waiting around for the master's return. With no interest shown, they split up, one heading for Wali and the other Hector, strung up their bondage. "Get used to it Steve. You're gonna be my bitch from now on!" "Fuck you!" Steve replied. No longer was it necessary to be so harsh, Nelson relaxing his grip to holding Steve's wrists behind his back as he fed the last of the nine inches into his `fucktoy'. "Oh man you're gonna be so hot to come home to every night!" Fighting it, Steve finally gave in. As with moments after Hector impregnated him, he was starting to relax, feel the power of a hard shaft scrape his innards. "Yeah, from now on you'll be in my bed Steve and you'll be taking this at both ends, as I see fit. And oh, you will also pay that little gut-punching stunt you pulled?" He asked it as a question, but really Nelson was slowly beginning to own Steve, looking for reaction. Right now he wasn't getting much reaction to pulling out to an inch of the tip of his fat cock and slowly or hastily putting it back in, his only objective to make himself feel good, regardless of how Steve thought about it. On Steve's end, he was blaming it on being totally fatigued, rather than give in to the thought that he could ever learn to like the feeling of having a man slowly move his cock in and out of his ass chamber. In reality he was lying to himself and Nelson knew this too, Steve tightening the grip, but also unknowingly developing a rhythm as where he would press backwards with his ass when Nelson shoved forward! % Declan asks, "What happens if I meet a guy, like David met Jac?" He looks over to the lounge chair, the two making passionate love. John replies, looking at Mason, "Well then Mason gets to suck me, till death do us part!" As John laughs his ass off, Mason dips beneath the water. Soon John's laughter turns to oohs and ahs, the submerged pool lights showing the `shark' under its little waves as Declan swims away towards where the teams are raising a raucous. "Hey! Where ya goin' Declan?" John calls after him, without response. Lifting his head above water, Mason's black hair lays perfectly around the sides of his head, his dark stache visible as the water clears. He estimates, "I betcha by tomorrow morning we'll be a couple of two?" Pompously John says, "Well you're the doctor. You should know!" Pressing his chest up against John's chest, Mason replies, "You're the coach. Maybe tonight you can give me some coaching before you claim my ass?" Their arms around each other, John replies, "I have this strong suspicion you're not going to need much coaching, Mason!" With a sudden burst of laughter on the sidelines of the pool, Mason asks, "Think we're missing anything?" "We won't know until we find out?" Hopping up on the edge of the pool, John guessed the magnitude of Mason's strength. Offered a hand, he took it and as he was heaved out of the water, their wet chests slapped up against each other. "Nice feel," Mason says and then with another motive, "I can't wait to feel it `dry'!" Thinking they'll have to get used to it, Declan breaks the intimate couple up, "Hey guys. You're missing it. I like never thought it, but I really have sensitive nips. Here, try Mason. Give me a purple nurple!" "A what?" John questions. "Purple-nurple," Mason replies, unafraid or nonreluctant to give Declan's tiny nips a mashing. "I don't believe you're doing that," John says. "See how good it feels?" Declan says. "Obviously." Declan then offers, tearing his nips from Mason's hands, stepping briskly over to John, "Here... try it!" "Oh no, no, no, no, no you don't!" John brushes Declan's hands from his pecs. With a deviled look on his face, Mason says, "I'll `try' it!" After a few tweaks from Declan's hands, John's hand finds out how much Mason is enjoying the sometimes easy squeeze and mashing to a tighter pressure! Down the pool apron, Jac and Declan's brother are already talking plans about setting up house, the plan twarted when David says, "No, I don't want to take advantage of you just because you're loaded." Disagreeing and with good measure, Jac replies, "Would you stop talking like it's only you a part of this equation?" With reluctance, but soft, sweet and tenderly, David replies, "Sorry." "Good," Jac replies, "and so in the morning we'll go hunting for a nice apartment or condo or if the real estate people find us a nice small house...." "I'm never going to be able to repay you." With a wicked smile, a hand below David's midsection, Jac says, "Oh yes you are!" And then back to the trio, John's hand in massaging action, Mason using a different technique in turning on Declan's nips, fingers doing the right nip, tongue, lips and teeth alternating with the left nip, they are so rudely interrupted, "Hey Declan, the guys want to know if you want to try the ball-pulling contest?" John replies, "Ball-pulling?" They looked to the oldest member, Jake, twenty-one year old, for explanation, but it's Declan who details, "Yeah, ya see they tie a loop around my balls and loop up another guys balls and we have a tug o'war till one of the guys gives in." "And where are we getting the `loops'?" John asks. "Where are we getting the loops?" Declan asks Jake. Jake grins, saying, "We stole the laces out of your brother's sneakers!" Not caring about David's sneakers, only for the means by which they are going to carry on the ball-stretching game, Declan replies, "Cool!" and they hurry away. "Ball-stretching game. What do you make of it?" Mason replies, scratching his head. Smiling, John says as he's got Mason's cock at full attention, his hand tells, "Hmm...I dunno, but you've quite an anchor for that loop!" The teams whooped and hollared, as Mason `stepped up to the plate', Tony Bonomolo asking John, "You in coach?" "Oh no," John replies, "I'm making this a spectator sport!" As things progressed, Mason was judged the first opponent, them picking a paper out of Kellan's baseball cap, with the name `Rico' on it. Rico's first comment, as they loop and strangle off his nice set of balls, "You're not going to hold this against me coach, if I accidentally lop Mason's balls off, are ya?" They all laughed. "That can't happen, can it?" John looks to Mason in horror. "Slim chance," Mason says with confidence, "but have a needle and thread handy just in case!" John resigns to, "I hope you know what you're doing, that's all I can say!" "Don't worry. I do!" Somehow John had already the impression Mason knew how this went and deep in his mind wondered if this was not the first time Mason had experienced this type of playfulness. He seconded his own opinion when in no time he had Rico begging for mercy, his own balls stretched in their sacs like fired up coals. As they were untying Rico's poor balls, John questions Mason, "Are you okay?" Rubbing his hands together, Mason replies, "Oh I'm just getting started!" Second name out of Kellan's baseball cap, Austin Latourette steps up to the plate, because of Rico giving in. "I dunno if I I wanna do this." "Fine," Tony, the self-elected judge and jury, replies, "then you can take your punishment?" John asks, "What's the punishment?" Tony says decisively, after making it up as they went along, "Two lashes of the belt across the chest," he rubs his hand across Austin's smooth pecs," two on the back and two on the ass," he concludes with a light tap to Austin's bubbled butt. All attention was drawn to Mason as he utters, "That's it?" And then as if telling a tale, "In my day that would be considered giving candy to a baby!" "Your day? You've done this before?" one of the guys asks, which has been on the tip of John's tongue. Mason looked to John and suddenly discovered maybe he's gone too far. He knew the stats, how some guys could be accepting of the bdsm lifestyle, others medium warm and a third thinking it's too weird to even think about. So, making a corporate decision, whereas he served as CEO and all it's members, he decides, "I think I've had enough of this for now." He was given quite a lot of flack, being they all wanted to wrestle Mason's balls against their own, if its the way the tide went, but he turned them all down. They knew he meant business, Mason trying to untie the lace around his two stuffed sacs. "I think I have some scissors in the house." As Mason followed John, he says, "I hope you're a good surgeon!" Ascending the stairs to the second floor, John holds up, upon hearing some moans and groans behind a closed door. Him looking to Mason, Mason replies, "I'm probably as curious as you are?" It gave John incentive to follow through on his guessed desire, to look into the matter. Jimmying the door open a fraction, Mason's head was under John's chin, the two doing their spying. Very quietly, Mason broke silence, even though he whispered, "That's so fuckin' hot!" His comment wasn't quiet enough and John, thinking they've been snagged, opens the door more fully. Teetering in a squat position, Mason tumbles in, falling flat on his chest with an, "Oomph!" but quickly recovers. "Why don't you come on in, guys?" Mike Brat says. "Are we having fun?" John replies to him. Rick laughs when Mike crawls to the foot of the bed, sticks out his tongue and licks the bottom of Mike's foot! "Ewe!" John replies. And sort of joking, "Stop that! You don't know where that foots been!" Even though it was something totally, different, more so was coming upon his colleague, tied eagle-spread to the bed. "So what's this about, Mike?" he says, helping himself to a seat next to Mike's ribcage and flopping his hand down on Mike's chest. "Well, me and Rick here," he started out explaining, "wanted to try to work out of differences, so..." John interrupts, his fingers doing little doo-dads, entwining Mike's chest hair around his finger in little circlets, "Differences?" With a more serious attitude, Mike explains, "Y'see, we both kind of got the idea we like each other and...." Looking towards Mike's feet, John opinions, "He sure is a scrumptious dish!" Looking up from licking Mike's toe, Mason says, "And what am I, chopped liver?" With a laugh, John replies, "All I know is Mason, you better go gargle before I kiss `that' mouth!" Still wanting to explain himself, Mike cuts past the bullcrap, "So we compromised, me getting tied down to the bed and Rick going to work with his tongue on my bod." He also adds the amazing fact, "Would you believe Rick never fucked a guy? I mean, not on his own, without having his shaft forced into another guy's ass?" He thought it, didn't say it, John thinking, `Hand-forced. Hmm, could be interesting.' Vocally he replies, "So what you're telling me is Rick is working himself up to plug your hole, without the hands-on approach?" "Oh-h-h-h that's so nice, Mason!" The two coaches were interrupted, mainly Mike, because Rick had mellowed out, lying down in the valley of his wide-stretched legs, resting his shoulder blades against Mike's wet pubes and like he was a king on a throne, surrendered himself to Mason's toe-tonguing! "Somebody's having fun," John says. "Oh shit John!" Mike exclaims when John leans over, puts his mouth over Mike's left nip, takes the meat between his teeth and stretches it a bit. Laughing out loud, John releases it, saying, "Oh goody, Mike. With you tied down I can play the mean master and do whatever I want to you!" At least that's how John thought it was going to go, until Rick flips over and nudges John out of the action. "Well!" John exclaims in a pompous manner, as he is forced off the bed. With false jealousy, Mason says, "Hey, what about me?" So they left Rick to his captive, the two seeking out their own fantasy bed chamber. "Got any ties laying around?" Mason asks as John ushers him into his own private room. John smirks, turning from the door, seeing Mason lying on the queen-sized bed, in almost the exact, eagle-spread position as Mike. He knows what Mason is insinuating, because the only difference between Mason and Mike, is the absence of the four ties, which kept Mike's arms and legs from moving about. "What?" Mason tested the waters. John wasn't sure about all this, after having digested what Mike had said about compromise, he settled into some deep thoughts about Mason. The outwards appearance, he was already in love with the dark brown hair which covered Mason's pecs, right up to his collar bone. The sparse covering on his abs, the embedded stripe, the deep bellyhole, treasure trail, furry pubes and what lay beyond... it was all nice, but it was only part of the equation. John had aready admitted to himself he had attraction for Mason, the personality, beauty, white-toothed smile, cute in looks and mannerisms, but wasn't entirely sold on this new, unknown fetish and how deep mason was into it. Mostly, John knew nothing about this tied-down stuff. Though, and he smiled at this, it was kind of nice having a partner tied to the point where he `had' to take what was being dished out. Breaking his pose, arms at his sides, legs scissored back together, hiding his balls, Mason says, "If you're not into it, it's okay John." Right now, like Mike had explained, John figured Mason was showing some compromise. Why? Probably because he was feeling the same thing, `liking'. To at least make their friendship work, because deep down inside John wanted to work beyond the `friendship' phase to something more, he smiled and headed towards the closet. "What're you gonna do?" Mason asks. With the wheels starting to turn, when he saw John exit, with some neckties in his hand, he utters his delight, "Cool!" All John had to say was a sarcastic, "These are my good Jerry Garcia ties, so you better not stretch them out of shape!" Like somebody pulled the ripcord, Mason's arms and legs shot to the corners of the bed, flaunting his richly-haired, dark armpits and unearthed once again his hairy balls. "At least this is easier than Mike and Rick." "Oh?" John said as he tied a tie around Mason's left wrist. "How would that go?" "The bottom of the bed. At least there's a `bottom' to tie the tie to." "Oh right," John sees his point. "Yeah, well, my bed is the most-used bed, so it's why it has a bottom piece." Mason didn't see why, going on what John said, but it was immaterial to his next observation, "I really like the iron look." Without thinking, "Kind of like the inside of a dungeon." "Oh really?" John exclaims, walking around the bed to the other side. "So you know what the inside of a dungeon looks like?" Smirking, Mason says, "I guess you're kind of curious to how and why I know a lot about all this bondage stuff?" Securing Mason's right wrist to the iron grated headboard, John replies, "I'm sure, down the line I would probably ask for some type of explanation." As John tied off his ankles, Mason builds his case, "Going back to my childhood, I was a victim of abusive parents. Not in the way where I was slapped around for no reason, but my dad had a woodshed and in those days, you know what woodsheds were used for other than storing wood!" "Whacking little boys' asses when they were bad?" "When we were young, but as us boys got older, around fifteen or sixteen, our father took a strap to our backs." "Boys? How many brothers do you have?" "Five. Well, counting me, so our father had a lot of target practice." "I see," John says, finishing up and standing at the foot of the bed, looking over the hot bod he just finished binding to the iron head and foot pieces. With his arms folded in front of him, John listens as Mason continues, "As for me, I wasn't disciplined as much as my older brothers, or maybe it was our father just ran out of energy!" "And your brothers?" asks, tired of standing, sitting at Mason's side. Knowing John was looking for family history, "Derek's thirty-five, Ben, thirty-three, Darryl is...." he had to think on it, "thirty-one and Jed, he's the baby, twenty-nine." Out of curiosity, John asks, "Any other `queers' in the family?" Giggling, Mason replies, "Derek and Ben, they're not mutants, but after them it seems the gay gene plum-swept right through the family!" Plotting his own interrogation, John says, "Oh good." "Why?" "Because now I," he reaches for both of Mason's nips, "I don't have to torture it out of you!" However, as he segregated both pink nip meat from the scant, dark fur, John gaving them a tweaking, causing Mason's hands to wreck the Jerry Garcia ties. "If I squeezed them harder would you feel more pleased?" "Oh fuckin' yeah!" Mason called out, already pressing his head back in the pillow, eyes closed, cooing out softly from the increased pleasure of the inflicted pain. Still bent on Mike's words, John continued `the compromising', mashing, kneading, giving a little stretch. "Tell me when you've had enough?" "Enough is never enough, Sir." "Sir?" John questioned, removing his hands. "Oh, don't stop!" the thirty-two year old whined. With his full attention, John asks, "Did you know you called me `sir'?" "Did I?" "You mo-certainly did!" "Oh, well it's what us boys called out father." Recalling, "Thinking about it, I don't think us boys ever called my father anything else but `sir'." Trading places, John the `shrink', asks, "Did your father ever hug you boys or show any other compassion?" With the nip action slowing to a nil, John took to lying down, his whole front, using Mason's bod for a mattress. He folded his hands like a school boy's and lay his arms right under Mason's pecs. They matched almost bod part for bod part, Mason's wiry pubes covering John's bellyhole. Realizing it, because he has always been the one doing the asking, Mason realizes, "Wow! Y'know I can't recall him ever showing any type of love. Only...." he left the rest to his memories of being taken out to the woodshed. Unfolding his hands, John started using this information to his advantage. As he softly planed hands over Mason's hairy pecs, he says, "Well... I think maybe then somebody should start making up for all that lost time!" Having the feeling John is going to get oral on him, Mason says, "But that's my job!" Failed, in a poorly delivered acting manner, John says, "Shuddup boy and mind your own business!" Smiling, Mason succumbed to John's torture, "Yes sir!" Actually he didn't mind to surrender to John's ministrations when already he was hard from John's cock playing with his balls, the sides of his shafts `sawing' his balls right down the middle. And just as things were getting going the two hear a knock on the door, both saying simultaneously, "Now what?" From the other side of the door they hear, "Can I come in guys?" It was Declan! % Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee `PLaY FoR PaY' 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.....