Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2010 18:14:32 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: WTF? 08 You know the drill: 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. "WTF?" 08 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % As fate would have it, Kenji lay in bed long enough feeling sorry for himself, shortly thereafter, him thinking what a nerve Brad had leaving him alone, high and cum-dried. Bouncing out of bed he hustled to throw his clothes together and marched out of the room in search of Brad. About six guys he passed he inquired, `You seen Brad', but it wasn't until he figured Brad might have gotten hungry, he headed to the kitchen, seeking for the umpteenth time, "Anybody seen Brad?" Six foot-one, his head topped with what Kenji thought ridiculous, a tall chef's had, he confronts Serkin, "I think Lloyd take him down to gym." "Gym?" Kenji shows fear. "Which gym?" Knowing the difference, between a regular fitness gym and the `combat' gym, Serkin replies, "The `bad' gym." With knowing the difference in structures, Kenji confirms, "The one with the steel door?" "Is Brad in trouble?" "I don't know," Kenji replies, "but I better hurry and find out." "I hope he is fine," Serkin replies, whisking up a bowl of egg whites without disturbing the hat on his head. Thinking he's not the only one who cares, as he leaves the kitchen, "I'll let you know." Racing to the downstairs `gym', more a room used for combat and intense conditioning of the bod towards pain and sexual endurance, he bolts through the door to find, "Well! I see you have things quite under control?" "Sure," Brad replies cool and calmly, watching Lloyd on his knees, a pole stretched over his shoulder blades, each wrists cuffed to the ends of the pole, his lips wrapped around his thick cock, "it's real easy with one of these doohickey's." And as if Kenji didn't know, "If he gets out of line, all I have to do is give this a little swing," he lightly flings the flogger so it kisses Lloyd's back, "and he gets back on track. Pretty cool, huh?" If Kenji or even Master Denji had any inclination of doubting Brad could pull off the role of a `master', this diminished everything they had in mind. "Perfect. And who was it that showed you all this `new' technique towards making a man suck you.... the flogger?" he hinted. "Oh this?" Brad twirls around the many-fronded leather implement like it was an arcade toy. "Bob. Right before he took off with Colin and Jose." Observing, "Colin and Bob are pretty cool. I can't believe his own brother told me how to use this on his brother's back!" On another plane, Kenji says, "I can't believe you and anybody else would get Lloyd to suck their cock!" "Oh yeah! I learned another trick," Brad replies, thinking nothing of taking Lloyd's mane in his hand, using it for a tool to upright his bod, "If he acts really bad, Bob said step on his balls, but I haven't had to do that yet." "Would you?" Allowing Lloyd's head to flop down, the muscled Aussie felt humiliated, degrated to say the least. Back in the cabana this morning he put on a good show, it seeming he was warming up to Brad and tried to use his flaky attitude against him, but what he didn't perceive is hot brutal Brad could be if he wanted to. So, kissing up to him earlier didn't pay off. Now, stuck on his knees, his arms tautly fastened to this stake and a flogger played on his back, he didn't have much choice but cooperate, especially when he wasn't used to, couldn't stand the strain of feeling this type of pain. The physical and the mental stress. "Oh really?" Kenji says, salivating to find out something. Sneaking his foot in under Lloyd, he easily finds a ballsac, putting some pressure on it with his shoe. Unlike Brad, barefoot, the soul of Kenji's foot creates a harsh consequence, causing Lloyd to scream, "Ak-kk-k-k, no, I'll suck you... I'll do anything." It didn't set right with Brad, attacking Kenji like a footballer, his shoulder to Kenji's chest, "What tha fuck you doing Kenji?" Recovering from Brad's shove, Kenji was now pitted against either accepting it or, seeing Lloyd looking at him for reaction, to followup with how to protect his reputation. Prior to all this he had hoped to establish something more than a quick fuck with Brad, but thinking, in reality, this is all it has meant to Brad, he grabs the flogger and takes it to Brad, whipping away. Sending Brad off to fend for himself, he picks up the other pole, meant for Lloyd to do battle with him. "Oh shit!" he gasps, hitting Kenji point blank in the midsection, having Kenji only to be fazed a little and grabbing the other end of the stick. By now there's more for Brad to worry about. As he witnessed earlier out by the pool, Kenji could conjure up a fierce temper and now he was experiencing it. He knew, with anger could come strength and right now experienced some of it, Kenji turning the pole on him, his gut feeling the blow of the baseball-sized end, shoved into his stomach! "Oh fuck Kenji!" Brad replied to both, trying to catch his breath, but mostly the searing pain in his gut, holding it he falls to his knees, forwards and then rolls over onto his back. "Oh-my-God!" Kenji exclaims, coming to his senses of this not being just `one of the guys'. Tossing the pole aside he kneels down at Brad's side, saying, "Oh I'm so sorry... so, so sorry," putting his hand under Brad's neck. "No!" Brad gasps out in pain, "Oh no you don't... I'm staying away form you!" Snickering, Lloyd notes, "See how much we all love you Kenji!" He had it in mind to turn around, use his size 12 shoe for more than stepping on a ballsac, but didn't fall for Lloyd's taunting. Instead he soothed Brad, keeping his distance, "I never meant hurt you." "Yeah?" Brad replies, a hand still holding where he's bound to have a big, big bruise, "Well you got a problem there Kenji and... and just stay away!" Jose, Colin and Bob had had their fun, in the `real' gym, Bob returning, asking, "What's going on?" Walking over to Lloyd he asks, "You done having fun with little bro?" Dictating orders, like he was in the position to, Lloyd says, "Get me out of this, Bob!" Normally, in any other situation, Bob would have obeyed, but being Lloyd the one in bondage and him a free man, he renders, "Nah. I don't think so." As he goes over towards the confrontation between Kenji and Brad, he's feeling all giddy, for once telling his brother off. "So, what's up guys?" "Kenji, the big brute just kayo-ed my guts with the pole." Nonchalantly, Bob asks, "Really? Did it feel good?" Brad replies, "No it didn't feel good, you imbecile! He prolly broke something!" "I didn't break anything," Kenji replies. "Believe me, if I broke something you would have felt it!" "Believe you? Why should I believe you?" Brad asks, standing now. Kenji comes back with, "Why should I believe you, a guy who lures me up to the bedroom for a quick hit'n'fuck?" Bob casually asks, "No shit? Brad fucked you Kenji?" Kenji says, "Bob, I hardly think this is any of your business?" "Why not?" Brad replies. Not knowing Bob's sexual preferences, "Bob likes to fuck. Maybe Bob wants to fuck you Kenji?" Like siding with him, Bob, Brad puts his arm around him, like they were pals. Too, being this close to Bob, as he admired before, Brad pets the rug on Bob's chest, "By the way, I really like this." "You do?" Bob replies. "Yeah. Nice and soft too." "I use conditioner." "Really? What kind?" Bob replies, "J Crew." "Nice and thick." "I trim it in the summertime." "Uh-huh," Kenji clears his throat, "whenever you ladies are done exchanging beauty tips?" "What was I talking about?" Brad asks Kenji. Kenji replies, "Bob fucking me?" "Really?" Bob jumps to it. "Can I?" He shrugs Brad's arm from his shoulders. Brad replies, "Sure you can, but make sure he firms you up with those hot lips of his first!" Brad walks away, thinking of what a weird outcome. Too, as he nears the door, he overhears Bob say, "Hey, you want to have some fun with my brother first?" Rolling he eyes, he thinks, `That's some mixed up family tree!' % Halfway up the highway Steve Majors pulled ahead of the Mustang, Philip using sign language to tell Jase to follow them. Also , by the time they had cruised twenty minutes up Rt. 80, the two teens had learned a lot about each other, the `gay' thing, what interested them in school, their future aspirations and sexual preferences, each glad the other were what they were. Still at the tail end of the conversation, Adam asks, "Like how did it feel fucking a guy for the first time?" "Good," Jase replies. "How come not great?" "I dunno," Jase replies. "Maybe because it was just a thing done on a whim." "Yeah, I thought about stuff like that." "You did?" Jase inquires. In a philosophical sense, Adam replies, "Yeah. I figure it's different depending on if you like the guy or even like him a real lot. Steve, you don't know him much, right?" "Just met him this afternoon!" "I figure," Adam says in a dreamily mood, "when I meet Mr. Right, that's going to be it for me. Until then I'm not going to let a guy in my back door." Jase snorted a short giggle, then settling down to the reality of him fucking Mr. Right-now, instead of holding out, replies, "Oh then I guess that leaves me out of your loop!" "I dunno," Adam feels unclear of his own thoughts. "You don't know what?" Stating his true thoughts, as they stand now, Adam says, "I like you already Jase." "I think you're cool too, Adam" Jase replies. "Do you think we're going to have a room to ourselves tonight?" Laughing, Jase replies, "You don't think Steve and Philip are going to want to have us around?" Reflecting on the two, Adam says, "I can't believe Philip is a reverend and he's into fucking around with guys?" Like Philip lay on him, Jase passes along, "Hey, preachers are as human as you and me!" Turning off 80, that's where they left the conversation. Pulling into the lot at the Alpine Trail Motel, they watched as Steve got out of his truck and was greeted by two chunky guys. Joking, Jase says, "I'll take the one on the left. You can have the one on the right!" Adam replies, "I thought maybe you would like to get more of that fucking practice on me tonight?" "Really?" Jase's eyes lit up. "Cool!" % He thought it maybe the pole-bashing in the stomach causing it to growl, but realized he hadn't eaten since the pool party and then it was mainly a liquid meal. "Where's a fuckin' clock in this place?" However, who need it, when ahead of him in the hallway was this dude with this tall white hat. "Hey chef!" he calls out, hurrying ahead. Turning was this adorable dude, glasses on the brim of his nose, sporting this `three-story' chef's hat. "Me?" he asks. He knew whom this was, having recognized the name from Kenji. "You look like a guy who might be able to tell me where I can get something to eat. I'm like famished!' Serkan looked to Brad's stomach, him rubbing it, but also the flaccid state of his lower region. "Sure," Serkan replied and shortly up the hall unloaded his name. "What's that? European?" "Turkish." "Wow, I never knew any Turkish dudes." And speaking frankly, "I like the color of your skin. You don't have to like lay out in the sun to keep it up, do you?" The nineteen year old replies, "Probably not." "You mean you don't know for sure?" Brad asks, picking up a celery stick and chomping on it. He also was getting quite a few looks, it protocol for kitchen workers to wear clothing! "I only know from what people say. No, I've never been to a beach." "Oh fuck you gotta go sometime! It's like so hot to sit there behind the sunshades and pretend you're not looking at all the hot guys. Last year there had to be at least forty or fifty dudes on the beach I wanted to fuck!" "You wanted to fuck?" Serkan exclaimed, checking afterwards to see if anybody heard. Fortunately left to themselves, Brad replies, "Yeah, but only did about eight of them. The others, they didn't want to pay." "You charged to fuck guys?" "Sure. I had to do something to make money for college. The hardware store I worked for didn't pay much. College costs big bucks!" "Like cooking school. If it wasn't for Master Denji I wouldn't be going there." "Denji, huh? And so he makes you slave away in the kitchen in exchange for paying your tuition?" Before answering, Serkan warns Brad about tasting, "Watch out. That's very spicy." After tasting, Brad fans his mouth, "Oh shit is that hot!" "Right. I mean spicy-hot?" "Milk?" Brad questioned the remedy. "Don't you have anything stronger?" Both were jostled out of their gourds, hearing to shot glasses plopped down on the butcher block table behind them, a bottle of Jack Daniels following. Walking away, Brad asks Serkan, "Who's he? I haven't met him before." "Benton Livingston. He's Master Denji's very personal and private servant. Usually when he's around, Master Denji is not far behind." And true to Serkan's premonition, in walks the master of the house. "Hey Denji, how ya doin'? Long time, no see," Brad walks over and shakes his hand. Serkan is just wondering. Nobody in the household refers to him with the `master'! "I am well and yourself Brad?" Serkan knew, from hearsay, Master Denji was well-versed at the martial arts, even though he had several protectors floating about. He figured Brad would be rebuked for his actions, be hanging from the pots'n'pans rack or... or he was okay, so there must be something `cool' going on between the two. "Well, I had a weird run in with some cats in the dungeon, but other than that... hey, I think it's cool we can walk around in the buff. Why don't you get out of them stuffy duds, Denji?" It was quite a mouthful, Serkan waiting around for the outcome. "Maybe later. I have much to speak with you about, Brad. Tonight you and I will take our private dinner out in the garden gazebo." Turning to Serkan, "You will instruct Chef Marsh to prepare a meal for us." Brad breaks in, "What's wrong with Serkan cooking up something for us?" And if not enough, he licks up another finger of spicy stuff, tasting it, "Ya gotta taste this Denji!" It was highly uncouth, but perhaps Denji was getting some kind of vibes about licking off Brad's finger and did it! "Mm-m, that `is' quite good. Very well, you shall host the evening meal Serkan." "Thank you Master Denji." Brad takes it upon himself, "Eh, quite with the master crap. Just call him Denji." And to clear it with `the master', "It's okay, right?" Something about Brad moved Denji like no other teen before him. The attitude alone was stirring him up, but also the way he carried himself. Smiling, he turns to Serkan, "There are two I will allow to forgo the formalities." Even though he gave his permission for the relaxed protocol, Serkan replies, "Thank you Master Denji." As Denji walks away, Brad says, "Aren't you staying for your drink?" He kept on walking and by the time he turned around, Serkan had poured out the liquor into two glasses. Looking at the bottle, Brad says, "Oh, I thought this was Jack Daniels. Same shaped bottle." "It is Yamazaki." "Who?" Brad asks, sipping. "Wow this is good!" "Auchentoshan is an old vintage." "Goes down so smooth," Brad replies, taking another hit. "It sells for seven hunred dollars a bottle." Brad choked. "Seven hundred bucks?" He sets the shot glass down, saying, "I'm not drinking this!" "You will offend Master Denji." "Denji," Brad corrects Serkan. "I will not tell him." Brad was taken aback, Serkan brushing the small bangs of hair from Brad's forhead and sweetly kissing him on the lips. "I think I felt something," Brad responds. Serkan replies, with kind thought, "You did?" "Yeah," Brad says, his hand rubbing the small stripe on his stomach, "I think this stuff is `way' too powerful! Quick! Where's the jon?" Brad never made it, stopping along the way at a hallway plant, rather a tree and deposited what was in his stomach, in amongst the roots. Standing, he says, "Oh that felt good!" Then, as if talking to the plant, "I hope you're not gonna die!" Serkan takes Brad by the arm and leads him away, "Not a problem. I'm sure Logan will know how to handle it." "Logan?" Brad asks, being led into a room. "Gardener, landscaper, probably the hottest looking man on two legs!" Parading Brad right to the jon, he asks, "Oh? And when do I get to meet this Adonis?" "You," he deposits Brad into the hot tub, "just take care of Brad and I'll return with some towels in a minute." It felt great, wading into the depths of the warm water and triple the pleasure when Serkan plays some buttons on the wall as if a video game. Immediately the water starts churning up, strong bubbles massaging Brad as if manhandling him. Too, the bright lights peter out to dimly lit, calming the atmosphere. "Oh man! This is the life!" Starting to feel better, Brad had a sense of mischief about him and in no time he found it comical to dive under the water, surfacing seconds later. He did this a few times and on the rebound of his last dive, met up with a pair of hairy legs! "Who are you?" he inquires, looking up, out of the hot tub. Of interest was not only `whom', but the beauty of his eyes traveling up to the knee caps, then between the thighs, laying eyes on the long, droopy cock, and the surrounding array. Traveling backwards, up the treasure trail, Brad stopped at the two hands parked on the torso, before shooting up to the face of the hirsuite man. "I came to take care of my plant." Point up, Brad says, "You're Logan!" Steeping right down into the water, Logan helped himself to the enjoyment of the warm, frothy mix, saying, "Serkan was called away and asked if I minded keeping you company for awhile." No invitation was needed, Brad wanting Logan in the hot tub. He right away complimented on the short-cropped, almost shadowy beard, "I like your beard." Smiling, Logan dunked the back of his head in the water, then lifted his arms out of the water to plane it back, saying, "Feel free to touch it!" An invitation he couldn't resist responding to, Brad bobbed forwards, placed both hands behind Logan's neck and drew him in for a kiss. Without resistance, Logan's chest slapped up against Brad and they feverishly began kissing each other. After about two minutes, Brad says, "Tastes weird." Logan laughs and replies, "I agree. It's the salts in the water." "Oh," is all Brad said. With a bit of silence pervading, each tipping their toes above water, Logan suggests, "If you've had enough of the salty taste in your mouth, I know of a place where we can cool down?" So did Brad. It didn't take the intelligence of an earthquake scientist to shake things up, the bedroom lying right beyond the doorway of the wavy waters. "Sure. Why not?" Out of the pooling waters first, Logan led them out of the steamy room. Brad turning towards the bed, Logan grabs his arm and says, "Not yet!" Shaken, but not stirred, Brad turns from trekking off towards the sheet and follows Logan's lead, asking, "Where are we going?" "My place," Logan says. Sopping wet, the two make footprint tracks on the carpeting, the prints leading towards a doorway. Carpeting turned to slate, Brad is still tethered to Logan's hand, willingly led away into the landscape. Set before him, a rundown shack, Brad comments, "Oh great, from riches to rags!" Finding Brad still trusting, because he's not putting up a fight, except a worded one of sorts, Logan smiles, thinking of the elusive hideout before them. % Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee `WTF?' 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.....