Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2011 19:56:52 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 16 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 16 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Party time!" Jason didn't know what to say, other than, "Bastard!" "Yeah I agree, but give me another reason to work you over Jason!" He was real worried, not so much about now, but what the future held for him, Barrett's twin brother, in leather briefs, harness covering his muscular bod, leather band around his waist, sole purpose of carrying around a leather strap and brass knuckles. Noticing Jason glanced at his brass knuckles, Garrett takes them from his side, places the metal punching implement on his left hand and casually says, "Yeah, like this piece of equipment do ya? Awesome for tearing apart a man's rockhard abs!" He pounded his left fist against his right palm. "You hold the cards for now Barrett, but when I find a way out of this I'll be punching your ass!" "I'll be saving these for much, much later," Garrett removes the brass knuckles from his hand. Laughing, as he strolls away, "Promises, promises. By the way, we'll be opening your ass with more than our dicks!" It was meant to intimidate, threaten and as for Jason it scared the shit out of him! % The kids tired out fast, getting out of the pool and seeking out the table under an umbrella, woofing down cheese doodles and potato chips, drinking fruit juice on account of Fletch found out earlier David didn't think soda was healthy. Through their interactions, the two kids instantly become friends. Opening an ice chest, Evan asks, "What do you want?" Today Fletch was eleven years old and as Sean had boasted, about not knowing he was gay at ten, Fletch silently started to feel like he already passed into manhood. Jason had already taught him some of the ways gay men talked to each other and some `sex stuff'. When Evan quizzed him, he reflected on his chats with Jason, wondering if it might be nice `wanting Evan'! Instead he opts out for, "Lemonade?" Feeling giddy, Evan pulls the can out and in the bent over position he was in, found it a cinch to touch the ice cold can to Fletch's stomach. "Oh shit that's cold!" he yells out. In the pool, the adults heard it loud and clear, Bill joking with the guys, "I didn't even know what shit was when I was eleven years old!" Phil cracks on Bill, "He lived a sheltered life!" It earned Phil a splash in the face! At the ice chest, Evan was voicing opinion, "My dads say it's not good to use bad language." "Really? My dad uses it all the time. Um, that was really, really `cold'!" Instead of apology, Evan has a remedy, placing his palm on Fletch's stomach and saying, "If I rub it really fast it will get warmed up?" Fletch just knew his face was red. He doesn't know how Evan was taking it, probably as innocence, but for himself his little pecker was responding. "Or we could go back in the pool?" He didn't wait for Evan's answer, hightailing it back to the near waveless water and making it wavy! % "Fuck you....fuck you all!" Jason clamored Garrett laughed his as off. Ready for an all out assault, Barrett had given Gabe and the estate garageman and grounds manager, Brad and Bart free reign over how to overpower and subdue Jason. Watching from the upstairs window, with his hand on his cock, massaging his balls, he had hoped Jason would cause a skirmish, a chain reaction causing the three on one, but it didn't happen. Getting a little tired of all this, first Barrett coming over to intimate, then his brother, Barrett returning, Jason says, "Why don't you just fuckin' torture me and get it over with!" Gabe interrupts, "You want the `fucking bar' under his gut?" Disregarding Jason's fake request, Barrett replies, "Not right now, Gabe. Not until I'm ready. He'll learn to stand or else get his neck bent out of shape!" Bart comes over, holding a permanent black marker, "Want to make your reservations?" Laughing and already with built up energy, Barrett says, "Hell yeah!" Moving behind Jason, who is off and on cursing Barrett out, he stays stationery for a moment, feeling the marker on his ass cheeks. He jerks his ass. "Dammit!" Barrett yells, interrupted while printing the word, `off'. "I'll teach you to hold still!" Jason seemed to think this a prelude to what was in store for him, Barrett quickly following up his threat with a stinging slap of the strap, which was hanging from his belt, against his ass. He didn't yell out loud, but grunted from the burning sting. "Don't you worry, boy. By the time the night's finished we'll have this bod all marked up!" He completed jotting `Off Limits' across Jason's ass! % Sitting by the pool, after the party had gone on for a half hour, finally Fletch and his dad connect. "Dad, I like Evan." Knowing what he knew about Fletch purporting to be gay, Pieter throws some humor into his answer, "How do you mean that?" However, he's bonked out when Fletch seriously replies, "I like him, dad," Fletch coddled his dad's arm. "How do we even know that Evan is..." Fletch was way ahead of him, "Evan is gay too." "He told you?" Pieter asks. "Nope, but I don't know how I know, but I know!" `Gaydar at his age?' Pieter thought, but shrugged it off, "I hope you're not planning on dating?" "Dad, can I tell you something?" Pieter was really in the mood for partying and felt Fletch should be the same, but knew he wasn't going to get out of this `gay rap', "Sure. Like I said. Anytime?" "I'm not supposed to know this, but Evan told me his dads bought me a present." "Whew!" Pieter sighed, wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow, thinking `something else' was comin. "Did he say what?" "Yeah. Evan told me all about it. His dad, the one who is the `Phil', told his other dad, the `Bill', to get some tickets to a ball game. Then Phil gets mad at Bill, because he came home with tickets to an opera. What do you think?" "Um, uh... find out what language it's in and maybe you can learn it before you go?" "Dad I'm being serious and you're acting funny again!" "Sorry." "Who's sorry?" David asks, showing up with two umbrella drinks. He hands one to Fletch. Pieter questions him with blame, "David?" "Relax honey. It's only pineapple juice and..." "Honey!" Fletch interrupts, breaking out of his serious mode. "What's wrong with honey?" David asks. Neither Fletch, nor his dad, got back to their `serious' conversation, David chasing Fletch around the pool until the eleven year old jumped in. Right after, Evan was on his tail, making a big splash. As David came to sit down, Pieter says, "We got boy problems!" % "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jason said to himself, alone at poolside, his head and hands immovable, caught in the bonds of the wooden stock. Bent over in a position, as Barrett put it, `to fuck', it didn't make matters any simpler. Too, to add to the horror of his position, two tables on each side of the pool were laid out with not refreshments, but toys, which he figured were at the guest's disposal for use on him. "Shit!" he said out loud, viewing buttplugs which were larger than life, tubes of lube sitting upright near them. Glancing to his left, there were chained apparatus, on the cement apron rounded weights of various sizes, hooks on the top. He knew what these were for. He was not a stranger to what could be hooked up to a man's balls and weighted down. The first time it was tried on him he made the ball torture off limits to his `trick'. Now he would have no choice in the matter. Rubbing in the pain he was about to experience, were his balls dangling in the slight breeze. Then suddenly the silence was sheared by noise, voices coming from outside the wooden fence, so loud he could hear the encroachment, from soft speaking to boisterous words and laughter. Jason clammed up when the gate flung open. One seedy character, muscled through and through, showed off his built bod, carrying a whole ice chest on his shoulder without anyone's help. After him, guys began to pile into the swimming area, first the he-man, then another leathered guy, two, then two more. Frustrated by his predicament, Jason hung his head down, not wanting to see anymore guests enter. He lifted it up when the crowd on the other side of the pool stood around him. "Daymn!" The `ice chest' guy remarked, "Will you look at the size of these balls!" He grabbed Jason's balls up in one hand, gave them a squeeze and turn. "Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!" Jason cried out, squinting his eyes. Allowing the sacs go free, the evil dude says, "Don't worry boy. I'll have you singin' louder than that!" He laughed at the prospects of putting Jason through intense cock and ball torture. "Damn that Barrett!" Four men had gathered behind Jason, one reading, "Off limits? Who is Barrett trying to fool? Glen?" "Yeah Chuck?" "Toss me a tube of that lube!" Catching it on his fuzzy chest, Chuck yells out, "Somebody want to help me here and hold this boy's ass apart?" Khan, decked out in a harness and chaps, leather cap on his head, was a carbon copy of a hot master. Very hairy in the front, so much was the black rug, only the round metallic parts of his harness could be picked out. Stepping behind Jason, he barks, "You want your ass nailed to the wall, Chuck?" After grabbing the tube of lube out of Chuck's hand, with ease he tosses it through the air. Jason wondered what was happening, seeing the lube tube land in the pool with a `plunk'. "Fuck you Khan!" Chuck turned to walk away, Khan calling out, "Hey Chuck?" "What?" Chuck says in annoyed tone, turning back around. `Bam!' Khan reacts with intention, a sucker punch to Chuck's gut, then a swift action punch to the jaw. The crowd of leathermen laughed, knowing Khan doesn't take any shit from anybody! Sitting on his ass, checking out his jaw, that it still moves, especially in an eating manner, Chuck looks up at Khan, "What the fuck you do that for?" Walking over to where Chuck sat, Khan replies, "Don't fuckin' talk like that to me again. Next time I'll shove my log up your ass!" He reached out a hand to help Chuck up. Chuck slapped it away, a smile forming on his face, saying, "It'll take more than that to put me down!" Meanwhile, as Chuck offers Khan a beer, the rest are checking Jason out. Not as rough, though trying talk `the talk', they run hands over his back, underneath, firming his nips or following the treasure trail, a finger dipping in his bellyhole, other hands already feeling up Jason's cock, trying to stiffen it up. "Gentlemen, let the party begin!" Looking up, Jason only saw one of the twins, yet he couldn't tell if it were Barrett or Garrett. Whichever, he didn't cater to the prospects of Barrett, he figured, walking along the edge of the pool towards him, the others following like magnets. He wasn't sure they were saying this to traumatize him, but the one called `Heinrich', says, "C'mon Barrett, fuck him over so I can lube up the buttplugs." If anything to be done to his ass had to wait till Barrett fucked him, he hoped he intended on doing it way near the end of the party. Then again, Jason wondered how long the party would last, how long `he' would last, and how long he would have to go through being the entertainment. Too, in the back of his mind he dwelt on the aspects of the party ending, Garrett's words about being sold off to a Mexican drug dealer and the hell which would ensue, being his American slave. He was brought around to reality, one of the guys fastening a leather collar around his balls. He didn't voice any opinions out loud, but to himself he thought, `Here comes the pain!' Jason wasn't ignorant of some of this equipment and he knew the purpose of the ball parachute! % When asked about the `boy problem', Pieter responded, "Oh nothing much. Only, Fletch is madly in love with Evan?" David giggled. "I'm serious and look at you, you're laughing!" He reconnected with thoughts of Fletch being serious and him being `funny'! "Sorry, but I don't think it's anything to get excited about. Though, maybe we should make sure he carries around some condoms?" Giving into David's attempt at humor, Pieter says, "Shut up before I have to put a condom on!" "Getting toppish are we?" David's wrist goes limp in expression. Both knew the positions they naturally fell into, Pieter `the sucker' and David `the fucker'. Cracking a half-smile, Pieter replies, "Okay. You win!" Giddy, David says, "Nobody said a top has to top all the time, you know?" "I know." After an interval of silence, Pieter theorizes, "I wonder if Fletch is a top or bottom?" "You're kidding, right?" "No. Why? What do you know that I don't know?" Pieter replies. "Me? Nothing, but I would venture to guess in all probabilities..." "Cut the science lab shit and spell it out David?" David smiles and in pure english, says, "If Fletch isn't a top, you get to fuck me!" "Hmm," David puts a finger to his lip and taps out a rhythm of thought, "I wonder how long it will take before we find out?" % His balls leather-collared, Jason hung in anticipation why no one had bothered to load the chains up with weight, not that he hoped for it to happen any time soon. What he supposed though, they were getting all liquored up on Schlitz and Jack Daniels. He was awakened out of his reverie by a probing finger and, "Anytime now I'll be driving my ten inch nail into your guts!" Jason held his tongue because saying anything would just make Barrett feel good. The probing finger stabbed him the asshole and he tried to escape it by moving forwards, but there was nowhere to go! Barrett just laughed, badgering, "Yep. My fat cock is going to be busting this ass wide open!" Before he left Jason, he removed the strap from his belt and belted Jason across the ass, not once, but two times. Unlike before, Jason grunted even less. Laughing it off, Barrett says casually, "Wait till the boys start working you over!" Again, Jason's hope for escape dwindled even more, especially when more guests began to arrive. His immediate thoughts were more guests - more pain! "Party's over gentlemen!" Looking towards the gate, providence came calling, two police officers! Even though he went to church, Jason wasn't all that God-fearing, but raised his voice, "Thank God!" Short-lived was his praise, when the cops dropped their charade and were greeted by the other guests. "Shit!" he said to himself as the cops began to unbutton their uniforms and peel their regulation shirts off. "Actors!" he said out loud after allowing himself to get duped. He sunk his head back towards the pool apron in disgust. "Jason? What are you doing here?" He knew that voice! "Terry? Is that you?" "What the hell are you doing in the stocks, Jason?" More importantly than `why', Jason says, "Terry, you've got to get me out of this!" In real life they really are cops! His partner approaches with the same reaction, "Jason? What the hell are you doing here?" Feeling much comfort having two guys who have been paying customers since he was sixteen, Jason replies, "Partying?" "Oh my god, will you look at this Terry?" Tom held up the chains attached to the leather collar around Jason's balls. Joking, which at this time things weren't too bent on being joked about, Terry says, "I always said it, didn't I Tom..." Tom cuts in, knowing the colloquial phrase, "Jason has the hottest balls?" "Well he does!" Terry replies. "Guys," Jason says with impatience, "Will you stop talking about my big balls and start thinking about how you're going to get me out of this fix?" "Damn, Tom. What are we going to do?" Still in a joking mood, Tom replies, "Get some weights?" "Fuck you Tom!" Jason says. "Will you get serious for once in your life. My balls, ass and other bod parts are on the line right now?" Taking the alpha role, Tom gets serious, saying, "I'll find an excuse to go out to the car. You stall and when I come back with our guns, I'll give you the signal." It does occur to Jason, "Um, aren't you guys going to get into trouble with the `fuck twins'?" Terry looks at Tom, asking, "Should we tell him?" "I think we better act first and entertain questions later?" "Shit!" Terry replies, seeing the drinking binge winding down. While Tom makes his own stall, telling everybody to wait till he gets his camera out of the car, Terry fills Jason in on the sting operation! % Evan, standing between his two dads, smiles at Fletch as Bill says, "We had such a lovely time. Sometime this summer we will have to return the favor!" Pieter eggs Fletch on about thanking them for his birthday present, "Thanks for the tickets, but I don't know if I'll be able to take all that screechin'!" Pieter, slight shade of red, says, "Sorry!" "Nonsense," Bill replies, "when you get there and see the lavish set, you'll just love it Fletch!" Right now, the opera was the least thing on Fletch's mind, as Evan and his dads escape through the connecting gate between homes. "Bye," Evan's head remains crocked in Fletch's direction, until obliterated by the wooden gate. Same night, David's bedroom had reverted to a pairing up. "Looks like you're stuck with only me," Pieter says, lifting the sheet and placing his nude bod next to David. "Yeah what a shame!" David agrees. "Sean was kind of fun playing `monkey in the middle'." "Fun to feel up too," David replies as he feels up Pieter. On his mind, more than him and David, Pieter asks, "David, do you think Fletch is `really' gay?" "Only time will tell, however I've come to know your son... or is he `our son' now?" "Either, or. So?" "Yes, well what I was getting at, I think for a ten year old..." "As of today, eleven?" Pieter corrects him. "For an eleven year old I think Fletch is a very level headed young man. Probably more grown up than some guys I know!" "Really?" Pieter replies, with his mind on something else, not his son. "How many guy do you know?" His hand slides down David's stomach and curves inward at his thigh. "Intimately? Only one!" He brushes Pieter's hand away. "Heey-ey-ey-ey!" Giggling, David says, "I was thinking of something more juicy there?" Placing family matters aside, Pieter climbs under the sheet like entering a pup tent. In no time David is moaning! % Things had moved pretty fast that afternoon, Tom shooting with his gun up in the air, instead of his camera. Backup was almost behind him as he busted in the back gate to the pool area. Guests were rounded up like a herd of cattle, cuffed and taken away. As Barrett stood there, having his rights read to him, two officers paraded Garrett out from the house. "You and your bright ideas, Garrett!" "Garrett?" Jason says, surprised because he thought Garrett was Barrett. If only he had thought to look for the small scar near Barrett's ass? "Me?" Garrett contradicts, "It was all your idea Barrett. Don't go blaming me for your inadequacies!" "Want to look straight ahead please Jason?" "Sure. Anything to get out of this contraption," Jason replied, following the detective's orders and looked at the pool. After a few photos, front view, side view and ass, the detective popped the pin which kept Jason locked in the stocks. "Oh-h-h-h-h!" he bent backwards, falling to his knees. "Stiff, huh?" the detective asks, looking down upon Jason. "Would you be stiff if you were restrained as I was and scared shit of having your ass busted wider than the opening of the Lincoln Tunnel?" "I wasn't referring to `that' kind of stiff. I meant like in frozen muscles?" Jason changes attitude with a lowly, "Oh. I thought you meant... never mind." "Here, let me give you a hand," the detective places his hands under Jason's pits. Turning, first Jason was taken by the incredibly good looks, then his reply, "I swore, if I ever got out of this I was going to thank God for the favor. I just thanked God!" Flipping over and sitting, the jingling chains of the ball gag fell over his thigh. "Here, let me assist you there," the detective reaches for the collar around Jason's balls. He lay on his elbows, back to the pool pavement, asking, "You got a name?" "Uh yeah. Why?" Jason cocked his head to the side. The detective replies as he unsnaps the leather piece, "Mason Forrester," and with a wry smile, "at your service!" With concluding words he finishes undoing the second snap and holding the ball gag up, "Voila!" Rubbing his balls, Jason says, "Ah-h-h... feels good not have the circulation cut off." "Let me know if you need any help. I'm a masseuse on the side! Oh by the way, everybody calls me `Mac.'" Those few words formed a large opinion in Jason's mind, him saying, "When are the cop-hours over and the massage parlor open?" "After we wrap up the investigation I'll lead you `right to' one?" With an enthusiastic attitude, Jason thought it a great idea, especially after standing there in the same position for so long. However when he stood up, Mac carefully helping him, his upbeat mood drifted away, looking upon the twins, cuffed and standing there with their heads bowed. "Alright if I talk to the `prisoners'?" "We've got a few minutes before we haul their asses out of here," Mac replies. Walking over to the pair, Mac right on his tail, one would think Jason was ready to bust their chops, guts or balls, but instead, his words addressed the two, "I'm keeping the clothes!" Mac overlooked the slap to Garrett's right cheek, like getting fresh and paying the price, the flat side of Jason's hand in delivering the stinging blow. He whistled away the infringement of the law and chuckled, knowing Garrett, hands cuffed behind him, he couldn't do a damn thing about it. "Hey there," one of the arresting officers, not the one who busted up the party, says to Jason. "It's okay Frank," Mac replied to him. "Yeah, okay," Frank said, looking to Jason after accepting Mac's short and unexplained excuse. "Feel better?" Mac asks Jason as the two walk away. Eyeing up Garrett and Barrett in cuffs, from a distance, Jason says, "Not really. I would probably feel more vindicated if I had the chance to fuck'em over. Then again, why waste a hot load of cum on cheap shit like them!" Smiling, it stopped Jason in his tracks, going through the wooden gate to the driveway, Mac joking or not joking, whichever the case may be, "If it would make you feel any better, I wouldn't mind having you waste a load of cum on me?" "Waste?" Jason left behind the horror story and opened up his life to a new history, "It depends on what you have to offer?" >From experience, Jason's learned to go from experience to experience, whether it has involved a good or not so good outcome. Moving on from `Garrett', he immediately leaves the past behind. "All I can say is try me," the twenty-six year old detective says. "The way you put it, some guy would think you mean it literally?" Jason says, pressing his naked bod up against Mac's business suit. He also drops his eyes, seeing the small gap in the untidy shirt collar, first button undone and necktie slightly gapped. "Keep putting the pressure on me," Mac juts his hips forwards for effect, "and you'll find out soon enough!" Backing up, Jason replies, "I think maybe we should go inside and hunt down some clothes for me." Then hinting, "Your neighbors might call the cops and complain about a naked man walking to the front door of your house?" "I didn't recall inviting you to my place?" Playing along at the cat and mouse game, Jason replies, "You didn't. I invited myself. I hope that's alright?" "And if it's not?" "Let's hunt down my clothes and then you can find out for yourself detective. That is if you are up for a hot mystery?" Detouring, Detective Forrester paves the way for Jason to retreat to the house. Of course Mac had to warn some of his fellow peers to keep their attention on their work and not Jason parading through the house! % 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.