Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 23:32:55 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: "ROAD TRIP: Rough Turf"

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, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences you, then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are
under 18 years of age, in most state and countries,
you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety
matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real
life.

"ROAD TRIP: Rough Turf"
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"It's been nearly an hour and a half," Anthony paced
the kitchen, nervously. "It doesn't take this long to
run into town and pick up a stack of paper plates."

"Maybe they stopped along the way and `had some fun'?"

"Think, Roberto. How long does it take to suck a guy
off?"

"Well, let's see. Just now it took me about twenty
minutes to get you started, then you unloaded your
cream.... um, with cleanup, probably forty minutes.
But you can't judge that on what they're doing. I
think Randy and Nicholas can get very romantic.
Romantic cocksucking takes much longer than a a quick
blow job."

"Thank you Doctor Delgado. I'm sorry, but I have some
bad vibes about this. You take care of the guys. I'm
going to check things out."

"Don't you think you should call the police, Anthony?"

"Right. You call them while I search."

"Me? I never called the police before."

"All you do is pick up the phone and dial 911.
Simple."

Looking at his sweetheart, even though Anthony wanted
to hit the road, he sensed some moral support needed.

"Here," he handed Roberto the phone. "I'll dial, you
talk."

"But what do I say?" Roberto said nervously.

"You tell them your friends are overdue..."

"Can't you do it, Anthony?" He whined.

"What are you going to do if you have to talk to the
police, in a real emergency?"

"I probably wouldn't think about it. This is
different."

Anthony accepted his lover's answer.

"Here. Give it back."

Roberto gave up the phone way too easily. It took all
of six or seven minutes for Anthony to give out his
name, address and the nature of his call, when he
connected with the emergency operator.

"What'd he say?"

"To stay put. You stay here and wait for them."

"No, please don't leave me alone with the policeman?"

"Why not?"

Thinking he's returned his question to Roberto too
harshly, Anthony tosses his keys on the table, walking
over to his stringbean lover, putting his hands on his
torso.

"Want to clue me in to what this is all about?"

On his face, Roberto drew up a look which showed
duress, in replying.

"Come on now."

Anthony put his hand up to Roberto's chin.
Affectionately rubbing it as if a magic lamp, wanting
to conjure up a genie.

"Remember the hotel?"

"How could I forget!"

"Remember I told you about when I used to have sex
with men for money?"

"I remember."

"One man was a policeman. It was the same night Miguel
found out I was selling my body for sex."

A short pause occured.

"And?"

"If it wasn't for Miguel, I think that could have been
the first time I was raped."

"And how old were you?"

"Sixteen."

"Scary stuff, huh?"

"Very. He had me stripped, my hands cuffed behind my
back. But my bro came in almost as he was going to `do
something'."

"You're a lucky guy, Roberto."

"I know."

"Alright. I'll hang around."

Anthony didn't want to, sensing Nicholas and Randy in
trouble.

%

Mario lounged in the chair for a long time, thinking
about Gregor, reflecting on Dingxang's words.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the other end
of the olympic-sized pool, the shallow end. He
watched, as Ethan and Sep instigated chicken fights.
Watching the guys being playful, he wondered if he
would be missing out on youthful things, taking up
with a twenty-eight year old man. Would it be too
constraining, living with Gregor, in a more grownup
world? Right now he wasn't sure. All he knows is, when
he was suffering with grief, a pair of hands and warm
body, next to his, gave him reassurance things would
work out. Still following their playing, he saw
Dingxang being left out, without a pair of shoulders
to be propped up on. Exiting his chair, he dove into
the pool and made for the opposite end.

%

"Nicky? Nicky? Oh Nicky, please wake up!"

In the poorly lit basement, the little light there is,
supported by a dimly lit bulb, hanging from the
rafters, Randy sat, tied securely to a wooden chair,
Nicholas next to him, in the same fix, head sagging to
his chest.

"Whhhaaa..."

He had shimmied his chair over next to Nicholas,
trying to at least make contact, by stepping on his
toe. It worked, as Nicholas lifted his head, shook it,
then squinted, trying to figure out where he was.

"Where are we?"

"I think we're in the basement of the market."

"How did... wait a minute."

It's then Nicholas discovered the reason his neck was
sore.

"I was hit from behind."

"I guess I was the lucky one."

"Yeah. What happened to you? When I came out, you had
vanished."

"I didn't want to open the window, but this fellow
came up to me, telling me some bullshit story about a
parking limit."

"Parking limit? What the hell?"

"That's what I thought. When I unrolled the window to
argue the point, at least tell him you would be right
out, he reached in and grabbed at me. I tried fighting
him off, but then the other guy came into the
picture."

"Wait. Did one of them have a white apron?"

"Not one of the guys who grabbed me, but one of them
tying you up fits the description."

"The store manage, I'll bet."

"Nicky, I'm scared."

As Nicholas looked around, he sensed there was just
cause to be scared hell. He put two and two together,
eyeing up two chains hanging from the ceiling, two
more stationed lengths apart, lying on the floor. Yet,
he didn't mention it to Randy.

"I know. I am too."

"What do you think they are going to do to us?"

"I don't know," he lied.

His figuring, seeing the outlay of the four chains,
summed up four limbs being stretched out.

"Whatever happens, Rand, try to be brave."

"I'd like to be, but..."

A noise came from the top of the stairs, the sound of
a door creaking, as it opened. Footsteps pounded the
stairway.

"Great," one of the voices called out, "they're both
awake!"

"Cool!" Another bellowed through the cellar.

"Time to have some fun."

Right out, Randy barks, "What are you going to do with
us?"

He wasn't expecting retribution for only speaking out,
a hand across the face.

"Owwwww..."

"You keep your fuckin' hands offa him!" Nicholas
warned them.

"He looks tough. What do you think, Dave?"

"I like pretty boy here," the one called `Dave' said
about Randy.

Softly, Dave ran his hand along Randy's cheek.

"I told you to leave your hands off.....ugggggggh!"

If not for the wall behind him for support, the punch
to Nicholas' gut would have knocked him and the chair
over.

"Nicky!" Randy called out.

"Oh will you look at that?"

"Yeah," Dave replied, "real sweet. I bet he's got a
sweet ass to fuck, too!"

The comment caused Randy to flinch, move his hands
around, tear at the ropes binding them behind the
chair.

"Looks like I'll take this one and you can tend to the
other, Rich?"

"Yeah. I betcha he'll last a long, long time!"

Taking a wad of Nicholas' hair, Rich snaps his head
back.

"Akkkkkkkkkk!" Nicholas gasps, as his scalp feels his
hair being pulled.

"Yep. You're gonna be a real tough one to break, but I
know I'll enjoy every second of it!"

"C'mon, Rich. Help me with blondie here."

"Nooooooooo," Nicholas shouted out. In an act of
allegiance to his lover, he screams, "take me first!"

However, the two totally ignore the repeated please,
as the twenty year old is released from his chair
bondage.

"Spunky, isn't he?" Dave says, right before plowing
his fist into Randy's gut.

"Uggggggggggh!"

Some of the fight knocked out of Randy, the thugs make
simple work of stripping his shirt off. With one arm
behind his back, Dave stretches Randy's right arm up
towards the ceiling. At the end of a chain is fastened
a leather handcuff. He secures it around Randy's
wrist. Next, Rich forces his left arm up and outward.
Dave lends a hand to fasten it. His body tautly
spread, Randy tugs at his wrists.

"Oh, don't you worry, blondie. You ain't getting out
of them anytime soon. Nope. Gonna take it nice and
slow on you. Make the fun last! Haa ha ha ha ha haa!"

Nicholas is ranting and raving, throwing every word in
the book at the two, thrashing about in the chair,
trying to break free.

"Your boy's making an awful racket, Richie."

"Yeah. Maybe we should do something about it, huh?"

Dave grinned at Rich's proposal.

"No!" Randy shouted, as the two turned from him.

"Oh don't you worry, blondie. You'll get what's coming
to ya!"

Closing in on Nicholas, Rich says, "Gonna teach you
some manners, boy!"

His swinging hand, catches Nicholas right up the side
of his face, head swinging to the left.

"Let's see what we've got to work with."

Taking the top of Nicholas' shirt, Rich tears it open,
buttons flying all over the place. He slowly rips it
to the sides, over his shoulders.

"Oh my. Don't you have it lucky, Rich!"

"Hell yeah!"

Moving behind the chair, Dave reaches under Nicholas'
armpits, securing his hands. Jutting outwards,
Nicholas' abs become a likely target. First one punch
is delivered, then a second, straight to his solar
plexis.

"That the best you can do, Richie?"

"Nah. I'm just getting warmed up," he replies,
cracking his knuckles.

"Tough abs," Dave comments.

"Yeah, but I'll make it my goal to turn them to
jelly."

After ten or so gutpunches, Nicholas is quite subdued.
His stomach shows the beating, a deep red glow, around
the area of fisted impact.

"I think we can string him up now."

"Yeah. He's lost a lot of fight in him."

"Oh yeah, but I bet he can take a heap more. C'mon.
Let's get him chained up."

What Nicholas didn't see, on account of they hung down
right above he and Randy, are the sets of chains,
hooked up to the wooden rafters above. Randy, in
desperation, has expelled some energy, also ran up
some sweat, coating his upper bod.

"Tall one," Dave comments.

"Yeah. Gotta be about six feet."

"More."

In no time, Nicholas' body is displayed in the same
manner as Randy, except feet not bound as of yet. Rich
goes to work unbuckling his belt, as Dave removes his
sneakers and socks.

%

"And that's all we know," Anthony fills in the police
officer, it happens, Gregor Yablonski.

For the moment, Anthony, nor Roberto, has put two and
two together, linking Gregor with Mario. It's not
until Mario and Dingxang enter, the situation presents
itself.

Dingxang exclaims, "The guys are wondering when the
pizza.... what's this?"

Immediately the two connect eyes.

"Mario?"

Even though on duty, called to gather facts regarding
two missing persons, Gregor can't help but notice
Mario, totally void of clothing, sopping wet.

"Hi," Mario, with shy repose, greets him.

"I didn't know you were here."

Before anyone else says it, Dingxang interjects, "Oh,
you're Mario's boyfriend, aren't you?"

"That's right."

"It's good to meet you," he adds, giving Gregor a wet
hand to shake.

"Yes, but right now I'm not at will to socialize."

"What's going on?" Mario inquires.

Anthony is the one to break the bad news, at least
thinking it could be. He gives the excuse he didn't
want to get every riled up.

"Riled up? But Nicholas is my friend...and Randy too.
Gregor, you've gotta do something."

"We're on it, as we speak."

True to his report, Wellington Hills is buzzing with
urgency, as police cruisers have set out in different
directions, seeking the whereabouts of the rust brown
colored jeep.

%

"Oooooh yeah... oooh yeah.... it's gonna be so hot
fuckin' your ass, boy!"

Unlike Randy, Nicholas more faces the wall, the one
his chair almost sat against. Arms stretched out wide,
chained to the rafters, cuffs sit at his ankles,
spread. Looking over his shoulder, he at least notices
Randy not as yet stripped to wearing nothing. He's not
discounting the fact Randy is in serious trouble, as
the one called `Dave', holds a thin cane in his hand.

"Don't you worry, boy," Rich tells him, "I ain't done
giving you pain yet!"

Right now, it isn't the pain Nicholas is bothered by.
First, it's his lover, as he hears him yelp, when Dave
slashes the thin stick over his lover's chest.

"Fuckin' leave him alone!"

"Rich, can you do something about keeping your boy
quiet?"

"Sure. No problem."

Going to a cupboard, Rich picks out a piece of
leather, an object similar to a tennis ball, attached.


"Open wide, boy."

"Fuck you!" Nicholas replies.

Grinning an evil smile, Rich reaches down and takes
hold of Nicholas' balls.

"Akkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkk...."

After a few twists, making his orbs swell up, makes
Nicholas gasp out in pain, his orifice opening nice
and wide. Quickly, Rich stuffs the ball gag inside.
With haste, he fastens the strapping to the back of
his head, the ballgag sufficiently locking out his
protests. However, for both Nicholas and Randy, things
are not looking good. Nicholas can't blot out Randy's
screams, as Dave thrashes his chest and stomach with
the thin cane.

%

"Hold on a second."

Gregor takes a call, asking everyone to quiet down.
After conferring with the officer on the other end, he
hangs up.

"Well, I think we have a lead."

Of course all the guys, dry and wet, want to know.

"Over in Turner's Corner. The jeep's been spotted at a
small market."

"What color?" Anthony asks.

Better than a physical description, Gregor answers,
"The plates match."

"What the hell is Nicholas doing way over there?"

Seeing Anthony upset, Roberto `hangs' on his arm.

"I don't think it matters why or how he got there,
Anthony. Important thing is they find him and Randy
and they're okay."

"You're right, sweetheart. I don't know what's gotten
into me."

Already, Roberto can sense Anthony's needs, rubbing
his back, as if trying to quiet a crying baby.

"Right now, we're.... `they' are doing a house to
house search, including the market. Right now it's
closed. They are trying to locate the manager."

%

"How does he look, Rich?"

"Like a fuckin's candy cane. You done a good job,
Dave."

Randy hung in agony, stretched out eagle-spread.
Across his chest and stomach, thin red welts
criss-crossed his body. His moans signified going
through a private hell.

"How about your boy?"

The two stand behind Nicholas.

"Oh, been playing around with his ass. Got it all
lubed up."

"For?"

"Thought maybe I'd try out the new set of buttplugs."

"Well don't make him too loose, if you catch my drift,
Rich."

"I hear ya. Can't wait to drive my shaft deep inside."

"Yeah, well you better think of doing it before
stuffing them buttplugs in or else you wouldn't get a
tight fit!"

The two laughed their asses off.

"Hey, I got an idea, Dave."

"What?"

"How about we double-dick him?"

"Hell yeah! Just like we did that college kid. Bust
his ass wide open!"

"I'll get the lube."

Nicholas hated hearing Randy's moans, but he wasn't
too keen on hearing the deliberations going on behind
his back, either.

%

"They checked the surrounding area and came up without
a clue."

"What about the market manager?" Anthony inquires.

"They haven't been able to locate him."

"What happens if he's inside? Counting the money or
something?"

Roberto adds, "Or holding Rand and Nicholas hostage?"

"You've got a point there."

After another conversation, initiated on Gregor's
part, he chats with an officer on the other end.

"I can't stay here."

"What can you do Anthony?"

"I don't know, but I just can't stay bottled up in
here when something bad could be happening to
Nicholas."

"And Randy?" Roberto adds.

He knows the preference Anthony has over the two.
After all, more or less, Anthony and Nicholas are
nearly the same age, having grown close, for the past
eight or so years. How could he not feel a strong love
for the guy? Even though it's been only a month or
more, Roberto senses a growing love for the two.

%

"Did you hear something, Rich?"

"Yeah. Heard my boy struggling. C'mon. Get your cock
over here next to mind. Yeah, gonna plow both our
thick cocks right up this boy's chute!"

Each thug, pulling Nicholas' ass cheeks apart, they
adjust their posture, leaning inward, targeting both
on the small, hairy hole.

"That's it... damn your cock feels hot, Dave!"

"Friction," Dave giggles.

"Maybe you need more lube."

"Nah. All I need is more force!"

Nicholas braces himself, holding onto the metal of the
chains, waiting, as he feels the two cocks entering
his parted asscheeks, resigning to the fact his ass is
going to be split open, with the passing minutes.

"Dammit all, boy!"

As soon as Nicholas feels the two heads at his ass
hole, he arches his back, swinging away.

"I'll handle this."

Dropping his cock, Rich circles around, in front of
Nicholas.

"I'll teach you, boy."

Making a fist, he holds it right above Nicholas'
navel. Looking down, Nicholas exhales, holding his gut
muscles in, preparing for the gutpunch. Unlike before,
even though Rich draws his elbow way back, Nicholas is
able to absorb some of the force. His hopes are, with
resisting to fall prey to his aggressor's gut torture,
he will be spared searing pain from the other side of
his body, although he's not sure how many he can take.
Nicholas thanks his lucky stars he's been faithful to
his gym workout.

"Ugggh!"

"Yeah!" Rich calls out.

"Ugggh!  Ugggh!"

"Tough abs, Dave. Come here and take a look."

"Are you sure you didn't hear that, Rich?"

"Hear what, Dave? All I've heard is this boy's sweet
reply to my fist pounding his gut."

"I don't rightly know. Sounded like.... there it is
again."

Suddenly, Rich's attention is drawn from torturing
Nicholas, to the floor above.

"Oh," he relaxes, "It's probably Mike."

"Yeah, that's it. He said he had some paperwork to do,
then he'd join us. Hey, how about the double-dicking.
I've got a raging hardon that needs taking care of."

"What about your own boy?"

"You got a point there, Rich. I didn't check to see
how tight blondie is."

"Well?"

%

"Nice and slow. Drop it."

Near the register, four officers surround the store
manager, one taking the fun out of his hand, another
slamming his body to the floor, cuffing his hands
behind his back.

"Where's the other two?"

"In the basement," he readily confesses.

"Where's the entrance?"

"In the back, behind dairy."

"Take him away. Jake, you're with me."

"I'm right behind you, Vinnie."

If it hadn't been business, Jake might have taken
Jake's comment in a more perverted sense, but being
danger in the midsts, it didn't even phase him to
think about it in this manner.

%

"There it is again, Rich."

"Dammit all! I'll never get this fuckin' fuck
started!"

Dropping his thick shaft, Rich walks over to where
Dave stands behind Randy.

"I'll go check it out."

Climbing the stairs, Rich calls out, "That you, Mike?"

Opening the door at the top of the stairs, he
immediately sees the cops in the hallway. He slams the
door shut, locking it from the inside.

Running down the stairs, he yells out, "We've got
problems, Dave!"

"What's up?"

"The cops. That's what's up!"

True to Rich's words, as his fright peaked, his cock
lost momentum.

"C'mon. We've gotta get outta here."

"But the cops probably have got the place surrounded."

"Then we need a shield, don't we?"

"Or two?"

"Yeah. Good idea. C'mon. Let's get'em down."

Randy definitely wasn't in any shape to travel. As
soon as they loosened his left arm from the leather
cuff, his body sagged, literally hanging from his
right wrist. He groaned in pain from the weight.

"Leave him. He's worthless," Rich called out.

"Yeah," Dave said, giving Randy a sucker punch in the
gut.

Leaving Randy hanging by one arm, the two approached
Nicholas.

"Looks like you're gonna have to be our ticket outta
here!"

Careful to uncuff Nicholas, they left the leather
bindings on, coupling them behind his back.
Fortunately for their victim, the two hadn't any
firearms. Matter of fact, the only `weapon' of sorts
they had was a tens unit.

"Hold on. I gotta hook his balls up to this, Dave."

Nicholas howled, as they fastened a clamp to each of
his balls. He wailed a second time, when Rich made
sure it was working!

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

"Yep, it works, Rich."

"Damn good too. I should've fried his balls in the
beginning!"

At this moment, Nicholas' mind wasn't on his balls,
worried if they would be shot with electricity-like
jolts, nor of the ache in his stomach. His keen
observation was in seeing Randy, hanging there by one
arm, little life detected, except for his moving
chest, signs he was at least breathing.

"C'mon. Get up there," Rich ordered, shoving Nicholas
up the stairs.

Dave warned, "Don't get smart, either. My finger's on
the switch."

Holding the tens unit, Rich manned a paddle. Every now
and then he would give Nicholas a sharp tap on his
ass, prodding him along up the stairway.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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