Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 08:04:43 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 15 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. THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 15 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % The last two weeks of school rolled by faster than a speeding bullet and soon Fletch and Tyler had the whole summer to `goof off'. As for Fletch, he had visions of spending lengthy weekends or even weeks at David's house, with intentions of helping to feed `Killer' every day. On his dad's part, frequently he saw David or talked with him on the phone, David reinforcing his intentions of having Fletch work at Rockbottom Marina, with odd jobs to keep him busy, not only with himself as overseer, but others about the marina. If only Fletch had known what was in store, David stopping in his busy duties, smiling, an apparition of Sean appearing and in his mind, David contemplating a picture of a puppy following its master around all day! It psyched him up, Fletch, thinking Tyler would be there too, having the time of their lives, what with David being their summertime mentor. However a series of events occurred, which had the town upended to say the least. It all started at Fletch's eleventh birthday party, right before the event took place. Fletch and his dad were busy readying themselves, loading the car for the trek down to David's house. Unknown to Fletch, his dad, David and Sean had planned a surprise barbecue in his honor. Two others were riding down with them, his good friend, Tyler and since they had become good friends with Eric Hilker, he was invited along. Pieter, Eric and Fletch were waiting at the car, the sun heating up their backs as they leaned against the vehicle. Every half minute, it seemed, Pieter looked at his cell phone and called out the time, following up with, "We're supposed to be at David's house no later than one?" "Somebody want to try calling Tyler's house?" Eric suggests. "Great idea," Pieter switches to number lookup. It was the right number, but no one answered, Fletch saying, "Maybe Tyler is on his way!" "Probably," Pieter replies. The same time check scene took place, Eric again bringing up suggestion, "How about we drive over to his place?" With brilliance, Fletch says, "If we go slow maybe we can see Tyler and his dad if they are coming at us!" Pieter asks the wind, "How come I can't come up with good ideas like this?" "Maybe some day you'll get it, dad!" Fletch tells his father, slapping him on the thigh. On their way around the car, Eric and Fletch exchange high-5's, Pieter smirking, like a conspiracy brewing, when all along it was only good, clean fun! Arriving at Pastor Cook's home, right next to the church building, they could not find a place to park. Naturally, it was the fourth of July and could be a happening taking place at the community building? "Get out!" "What?" Pieter found a nasty commanding. Smiling, Eric says, "You go find out what's happening and I'll stay behind the wheel." "Oh yeah," Pieter replies, his stern attitude softening up. Fletch, leaning over the seat asks, after Eric has gotten out, run around the car and slipped into the driver's seat, "You know how to drive, Eric?" "I hope so. I've been driving cars since I was sixteen!" Then the two had a friendly conversation, Fletch finding out Eric is nineteen years old, had graduated from high school a year ago, having attended the local college for one year. It was a lead in for interesting conversation, Eric asking, "What do you think you want to do when you grow up, Fletch?" Excited, Fletch replies, "I want to have a fish collection like David!" "Sounds ambitious," Eric replies, but with hidden motives, "Tell me about your friend Sean." % When they got back to Garrett's lush estate, Jason decides to change into the speedo and tank top just purchased, as Garrett checks with the house staff, chef, pool attendant and grounds keeper, to make sure everything is set for the usual fourth of July `beach-boy-party'. Changing, Jason leaves the shared room, Garrett's bedroom and walks down the hall, beach towel over his shoulder. Passing by Barrett's room lends to jogging his memory, alleviating repressed thoughts. He puts a hand on the door knob, tapping it, wondering whether to enter for sole purpose of sneaking around. Not that he didn't believe Garrett about what he found, but to see if there was more to his story. He also knew Barrett would not be at the pool party until much, much later, so didn't fear getting caught. He turned the knob, opened the door a crack, then closed it, saying to himself, "Nah." He trekked six steps away, then backtracked, his curiosity getting the best of him. Entering, he softly closed the door behind himself. Setting his beach towel on the bed he began snooping. As with Garrett, he found the brown, opaque bottle of sleeping pills. Furthering, he had a choice of either the closet or an armoire. Choosing the armoire, he opened both doors and exposed something which made him curse out loud and stand amazed. No stranger to the leather lifestyle, having lived through a trick's fantasy play several times, he smiled. Fast track memory flashing through his brain, he recalls the hot dom from yesteryear, decked out in chaps, leather vest and when he stripped it off, his hairy chest with crisscrossed straps and metal making up the upper bod harness. "Like what you see?" "Huh?" Jason said, turning around, the wind knocked out of him by fright. What waited for him was Barrett's fist, firmly planted in Jason's gut. "Ug-gh-h-h-h-h!" Jason cried out, all the air evacuating his stomach. "Akh-h-h-h!" came the second cry of pain, both Barrett's arms slapping at his back. "Oh-h-h-h!" Jason moaned. Moving his leg back, foot in position, "I'll give you something fucking to moan about," the tip of a boot strikes Jason at the underside of his belly. Pulling Jason up by the scalp, Barrett took the advantage of placing Jason in a full nelson. Hurting and winded, plus not regaining his senses over the surprise of Barrett sneaking into his own room, he didn't realize the plot until he was forced against the back of the door, the door knob lined up with his crotch. The pain was excruciating, the metal ball delivering a punch to his sacs! To make matters worse, Jason's bruised balls were held in place by Barrett's pubes pressing against his ass. % Pieter was speechless as he came to the passenger side of the car, leaning with both arms on the top of the window frame. Out of frustration he sunk down to his knees, then stood. He stare right at his son. "What, dad?" More concerned was he, not over the events which have unfolded, but more for Fletch and what has become of his best `child-friend'. "What's up Pieter?" Eric asks, still behind the wheel. "Something wrong?" "An understatement to say the least!" Fletch's outlook turns from curious to saddened, "What's happened to Tyler?" said like there's been a murder. Closer to wanting to find out, Fletch falls over the front seat into the furthest to the right. "Nothing like that, Fletch. Tyler's fine. It's just that." Instead of rounding the car and trading places with Eric, Pieter slips in the vehicle and immediately allows his arm to travel across his son's shoulders. "Are you sure Tyler's okay?" Fletch with an unlikely feeling, asks, "Is he coming with us to David's house?" "Fletch....." he hesitates, having always hated being the bringer of bad news, "I'm afraid you won't be seeing Tyler anytime soon and it's not that anything bad has happened to him." "Not see him? Why not?" Fletch asks, almost tears in his eyes as if something really bad has happened to his friend. Looking around, Pieter tried to search for something which would give him courage to what he was about to say. Nothing was there, except people minding their own business. "Drive, Eric!" "What? Really? Okay," he finished questioning Pieter on the surprise move. Fletch, his eyes still glued on his father, sat there sulking. Eric, tapping Fletch's arm, tried to throw off the sad sack feeling, "You know I know how to drive, right Fletch?" Fletch didn't respond, except to sit there, his blond head still focused on his father. "Good thing," Pieter tries his own stab at comedy, for Fletch's benefit. Failed attempt, he diving right into the matter had hand, telling, "I think you're old enough to understand things son and... this will be a tough thing for you to understand, but Tyler and his dad have moved to San Francisco." "What?" Fletch blinks, hoping he hadn't heard what his father had passed on to him. "Moved? But I just talked to Tyler last night. He was all ready to go to David's house with us! Move? How come he moved?" Pieter wanted to put this as calm and conservative as possible, but figured the only way to do it was to lay out the truth of the matter. "Fletch, come to find out, Tyler's father is gay." "Gay?" Eric questions. "But he's the town preacher!" Calmly, a totally different reaction than what Pieter expected, Fletch cooly says, first to Eric, "Jason says it doesn't matter what your job is. You could be gay too." Turning to his dad, he flatly says, "I know." "You know? Know what?" Pieter didn't believe it, a kid, eleven years old today, had already gotten to the root of the drama. "I knew Tyler's father was gay and he was shacked up," one of the `loose', `living-together' terms Jason has taught him, "with our gym teacher from school!" Finding out from the church custodian the details, Pieter met Fletch's statement with astonishment, "That's what I had in mind to tell you!" "Sounds like a steamy story," Eric replies. "Eric, please?" "Sorry," Eric says to Pieter, then, "Sorry Fletch." Overriding Eric's comment, Fletch carries on, "Tyler said he thought something was going to happen. You know, Tyler's mother is a drunk?" And so it went, Pieter wanting to tell what he heard, but Fletch more embellishing on his story of Tyler's life behind the scenes. % "Barrett, I came to see what was taking Jason?" "Yeah," Barrett cracks his knuckles, as Jason lays face down on the bed, not moving except for labored breathing, "unfortunately for him, but to our advantage I happened to forget my wallet, huh?" Walking over to Jason, Garrett says, "He unconscious?" "Nah, but before we're done with him he'll wish he had been!" Entering the room with a knock on the door, the pool boy asks, "I was wondering... oh. Sorry to disturb you," he doesn't think anything of Jason slumped over the foot of the bed. "The room has a door, Gabe. How about using it?" Barrett barks. "I knocked." Backing up Gabe, Garrett says, "He knocked." Forgetting about the infraction, Barrett tells Gabe, "When you got a minute, like right now, have Bart and Brad get the bondage apparatus out of the garage and lay out the tables of toys by the pool," cracks his knucles again, "It looks like the party is going to start early!" "Think I can have a preview?" Gabe asks as one hand rubs his chest hair, the other groping his crotch. "No problem. This is going to come off anyway!" Right out, Barrett bends over and skins the speedo off Jason's ass. "Oh fuck that's a hot ass!" Fondling Jason from the rear, Garrett hand assesses, yanking on Jason's sacs, "Hot balls to play with too!" Patting Garrett on the shoulder, Gabe says, "I didn't know you were a ballman, too?" Barrett speaks up for his twin brother, in total disregard for Jason, like a complete, total transformation, "Don't get any ideas Gabe. Garrett gets first crack at his balls!" "No problem. I can work his nips, if they're not called for yet?" Smiling, Barrett says with an evil grin and firming up his crotch, "You and our guests can have the rest of his bod, but his ass is mine!" Walking right over to the armoire, Gabe helps himself to a pair of leather cuffs. Towering over Jason, he drops to where his crotch lines up with Jason's ass and brings his right wrist to his back, cuffing it, fastening the small buckle on the side. All this time, while Gabe is bringing Jason's wrists together and applying a connector, Barrett and Garrett are conversing, Jason's `boyfriend' mentioning, "Looks like I hooked a hot one for us this time, didn't I bro?" he leans on his twin brother's shoulder, the two looking over Jason like a slab of beef at a butcher shop. "Proud of you bro," Garrett replies, his arm sliding down his brother's back, passionately rubbing the farthest flank of his brother's hip. "Thanks," Barrett replies, turning his head and kissing his brother on the cheek. When Gabe launched himself off Jason, leaving him faced down on the bed, wrists bound together, he was confronted by a sight which was of no surprise, the twins passionately handling and kissing! "Ahem!" he fakes a cough. "Can't you see we're having a private moment, Gabe?" The indistinguishable brother on the right complains. "Sorry," Gabe drops his eye, picking up on the small scar, "Barrett. All I want to tell you is he's already to be taken down to the pool and laid out?" As others would soon find out, if around the twins often enough, Garrett to be quite the dominant character, but more so, Barrett, pretending to be the meek and mild type, only to rise to the occasion and supersede his twin brother in mind and attitude when it came to confrontation with another hot man. "Your call, bro?" Garrett replies. "Y'know?" Barrett says, looking upon Jason, the streamlined, muscular back, swimmers build which came to an apex of where his lower back was melded to his hips, ass, the muscled glutes, something short of a bubblebutt, seemingly staring at him. "What's that bro?" Putting a final emphasis on his words, his hand feeling up his semi-soft shaft, Barrett replies, "Might be fun to see if both our cocks fit in?" "Hell, better if they don't," Garrett replies, feeling the saliva build in his mouth. Not over the taste of flesh, but of pain, he says, "Hell, it would fucking beautiful hearing Jason experience us both ripping his ass open wide!" More coherent, as Gabe was hauling Jason out of the room, he shouts, "You're both fuckin' psychos!" Probably Garrett was and for Jason it was the wrong choice of words, Garrett saying, "Hold it a second there Gabe." Eyeing Jason up and down as Gabe pins Jason's elbows together, Garrett heaves his fist into Jason's solar plexus. "Houghh-h-h-h-h!" Jason grunts, his bod wanting to bend in half. "Nice one!" Gabe calls out, straightening Jason out. It wouldn't be the first time Gabe's muscled arms have held a man for his friend's pleasure. Going `psycho' on Jason, Garrett places his hands on his bound victim's shoulders and lifts his knee into Jason's crotch "Ugh-h-h-h-h-h!" Jason cries out. Stepping from the foreground, Garrett says, "Enough for now, bro. There'll be plenty of time later to make him pay!" Lifting Jason's head by his hair and snapping it back, Garrett, in fierce reply says, "Take this piece of shit out of here!" As Jason's head falls to his chest, he moans in pain, his legs unsteady and weak from the beating, as Gabe forces him out of the room. All the way down the hall Gabe tries intimidating Jason, telling of what's in store for every part of his bod, singling out balls, cock, nips, telling of one guest who will take great pleasure in playing with his ass, working his way from a small buttplug, up to one as wide as his leg. Of course, the buttplugs wouldn't enter the picture until Barrett and Garrett were done busting Jason's ass! % "I can't believe it about Tyler. How come he didn't come say goodbye?" Pieter was about to answer, Eric speaking up, "Sometimes things happen so fast a person can't think!" "Eric's right," Pieter pitches in. "Probably all this was as much a surprise for Tyler as it was for us!" He firms up his son's shoulder. "What do you think?" Assuming `the position', arms folded across his chest, Fletch says, "I have to think about this." For the most part, the hour trip to David's house, Pieter and Eric chatted. Pulling into David's driveway, Fletch was still in a downcast mood, until they see David and Sean coming out of the house. In their swimsuits, their heads are decorated with outlandish hats, David's replicating `Killer' and Sean looking as if he is a seahorse. "Oh that's neat," Fletch says, a little excitement attached. "Listen," Pieter says as a last comment, "have fun today. It's your birthday." "But Tyler's not here and... well forget Jason!" "I've left my cell number with the custodian. He says he will be talking to Tyler's father and promised to give them the number. Jason? Well I've talked to Jason." "You didn't tell me," Fletch said in an accusing way. "I know. Seems Jason has met up with a guy, is madly in love and at this very minute is probably partying his ass off!" "That's good," Fletch replies, but is uncertain about his feelings, his two best buddies abandoning him on his special day! % Coming around, Jason found himself bound, his wrists restrained behind his back. He wasn't certain, but it didn't seem to be rope, but rather cuffs, not metal, but scruffy material, whatever, something which kept him from breaking them apart. Standing, bent in half, his head was placed in a wooden cutout, half moon shaped. Being roughly manhandled, he realizes Gabe is not alone. Too, as they are uncuffing his wrists, there's talk of what they wish they could do to him before the guests arrive, gay `top-talk', stuff about fucking him with their larger than life manhood, doing pain-provoking stuff on the side. Drawing his attention away from his talk, Jason, a little weak, still struggles, only to find a knee lifted, right into his gut. "That'll teach'm to fuckin' stay still!" one of the men barks as the three find it fitting to laugh their asses off! Gabe and the other attending to fastening Jason to wooden stocks, now wrists set in two smaller holes and a beam place over his neck, wrists imprisoned in the apparatus as well. "Easy, Bart," Gabe names the one who gut-punched Jason with his knee, "the guests won't have any fun if he's all worn out?" Running his hand down Jason's chest, unable to see because of the bent over position, Bart replies when he gets to Jason's abs, "Oh, I only gave him a little love tap," he pats the hair-striped stomach. After they are gone, of course Jason tries to release himself. "Fuck!" he says about his predicament. Too, as he shimmied around his balls ached. Upon paying attention to them, he also remembers the painful act of Barrett slamming his pubes into the door knob, only to grind his balls deeper into the rounded metal. His stomach, caved in by Barrett's fist didn't bother him near as much as his pubic region, but then there was the reinforcement given by Bart, the so-called `love tap', which was nowhere near that, in Jason's opinion. Next on his brain was how to get out of the fix he was in. He thought he heard correctly, of which one fact disturbing, he did comprehend Garrett being in on all this? "Shit!" he said, condoning himself for falling for the other twin. Right now he put the relationship part of this to rest, looking around to find a way out. Soon, the third dude with Gabe and Bart appears, hauling a black, leather satchel. Setting it on one of the four banquet tables, he opens it, taking out some gadgets. "Hey!" Jason calls. "Whatcha want?" he replies to Jason. "C'mere a minute." Walking over to Jason, he says, "What's up?" he asks, leaning on the side of the stock with one hand, his crotch the height of Jason's head. "Hey, I'll pay you any amount of money if you'll let me go. You can come with me too. They'll never know?" Jason bargains. "Hmm, mighty generous of you, but y'see, after the guests have their fun with you, it's us `house servants' who get to party. Granted you'll probably be half-dead, but that never bothered us before." Walking away, he says, "But thanks for the offer!" "Dammit!" For certain, if he could feasibly get himself out of this predicament, if only he had a hacksaw and two free hands! "You okay?" Looking up, Jason sees Garrett approaching, decked out in leather chaps, boots, a heavy harness of leather and metal crisscrossing his chest, a completely changed man than a day ago. "Fuck you! If you had any decent sense, Garrett, you would unbind me and let me go!" "What and disappoint my brother and his friends?" "What about you? What happened to `love' and `relationship'? Us being boyfriends?" "Oh that," he giggles with casual attitude. "I have a confession to make. Barrett never stole any boyfriends away from me!" "So you're as guilty as he is!" "Of what? Having a little fun?" Jason pleads, "I loved you, you know?" "Yeah," Garrett replies, uninhibited by Jason's promises, "shame it had to end this way. Don't worry about me though. There will be other boys." "I'm sure I'm not the first this has happened to, but don't think you're going to get away with this. As soon as your little fun is over with I'm going straight to the cops!" Wasting his breath, it's revealed by Garrett, after light laughter, "After our fun, we're shipping you off to Mexico for a long vacation Jason." "Mexico? Vacation? What the fuck are you talking about?" Jason expressed concern and perhaps horror. Feeding Jason, perhaps at his own bidding, as such things went, Garrett tells him, "Barrett has dealings with a couple of drug cartels. One or the other... doesn't matter to him who pays the most for an American slaveboy!" With the stakes high, when Garrett leaves, Jason seriously thinks about how to get out of this, no matter what the cost. For sure he's not about to wind up as some Mexican drug dealer's whore! % "How do you like your new hat?" David asks Fletch, his head about to keel over from the weight of the soft hat resembling Killer, passed on from David's head. "It's cool." Something irked Fletch, which David picked up on immediately. "Want to talk about it?" "No. Okay," Fletch changes his mind. He cut through a lot of the red tape, mainly concentrating on his best kid-friend, ending with, "And for my birthday I'm celebrating it without my two best friends!" "Can't Sean and I be your best friends for one day?" David says with a smile. "You already are..." then it occurs to Fletch, "My dad says you and Sean are going to be my new fathers?" "Let's take this one step at a time?" It's what his dad had said, but Fletch didn't dispute it, "Okay." "So Tyler is on his way to San Francisco. Where is Jason, do you know?" "Dad says Jason has a boyfriend and is at his house." His attitude then took a nosedive, a good time for Sean to show up, announcing, "Hey who is in for chicken fights?" He wasn't alone, Eric, decked out in a speedo, wet hair painted down his bod, "It's me and Eric against you and David!" "What about my dad?" Fletch didn't want to forget him. "He's by the pool presently talking to Evan." "Evan? Who's Evan?" Fletch asks with ray of excitement, passing by everyone to see who the newcomer is. "Give you a hint," David chases along, "my neighbor's eleven year old son and...." "Forget it David," Sean says, pulling Eric along by the hand, "don't worry. Fletch'll find out the rest!" "Cool! Another kid!" Racing to the pool, Fletch ignored his dad completely, saying, "Hi! I'm Fletch! David says you're Evan." "Yup. That's my name! I live next door. I just moved here with my new dads!" It was a mouthful, Fletch liking what he heard and relating, "Cool, because David and Sean are going to be my new dads!" Three didn't add up for Evan, but he was more thrilled about his new friend, "Want to go swimming?" The two jumped in and right away started playing with the multi-colored noodles. "Exactly the distraction Fletch needed," Pieter says to David, the two standing there, David's hand pawing up and down Pieter's back. "Good. Now what can I do to distract you?" Before thinking about himself, Pieter looks across the way, saying, "I have a feeling our threesome is about to become four?" "Or two?" David queries. Pieter even liked David's answer more, the two turning to each other, hugging and kissing. "Hey dad!" Fletch yells out, "Can you cut that stuff?" Even Evan gets into the yelling match, "Time for chicken fights!" Much to their surprise, two beefy bears walk in on them, "I `love' chicken fights!" One them yells, making a cannonball into the pool, creating a slight tsunami. To young boys it seemed humongous! Walking over to David and Pieter, "Hi. I'm that idiot's other half, Phil Richards," Phil laughs and offers not a handshake, a kiss to Pieter's cheek. "Affectionate are we?" Pieter replies. David says humorously, "Better than one of their bear hugs!" Joking, Phil replies, "David, shame on you! I'm highly insulted!" "Okay, so what would you like to drink?" David says in repair. "One of those pineapple drinks you make with the little umbrella?" Then to Pieter, "Um, you wouldn't happen to want one of those bear hugs?" "Maybe later Phil. Right now the kids want chicken fights!" Pieter leaves Phil standing alone. "Well," Phil says to more himself, "they say if you can't beat'em, join'em!" He laughs at himself, doing the same thing `the idiot' did! % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.