Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2008 17:19:04 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 02 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, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends 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. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % OLuFsEN & SONs 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Dad?" "Yes, son?" Erik replied, looking down upon the two, his attention focused on the one speaking, Jason. "I think I've got a bellyache and Zach's tummy doesn't feel so good." "Is that so?" Erik well knew why so lay words of wisdom on them, "Happens when little boys pay no mind to their daddy!" Unknowingly, somebody else invaded their private conversation. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear. Hope you don't mind but I know a surefire remedy if you don't already have one?" Mind? How could Erik mind as the Greek god before him stood there with the inviting smile on his face. "Um no," Erik replied even though in the past he has cured the common tummy ache. Pulling on Erik's pants pocket, Zach says, "What about the pink stuff?" "Yeah," Jason adds. "We really like the taste so much we could drink the whole bottle down!" The `Greek god' jumps in with, "Right and plug up your system for the next three months!" "Oh really?" Erik replied for lack of anything else to offer. Without reservation, the tuxedo-decked out waiter replies, "Uh-huh. Believe me when I say I grew up taking care of eight brothers and sisters. Not having the funds for over the counter remedies, I quickly learned all the ins and outs of natural cures." Meantime, Jason and Zach had drifted away from their dad. Close enough, Zach pulled his habit on the towering waiter, tugging at his pants pocket. "Hey. What's your name?" Unrealizing it, Erik suddenly felt embarrassed when he chimed in with the waiter, replyiing, "Nick." Erik covered himself up quickly by stating, as he pointed to Nick's left pec, "Um I read it off the little gold bar." "Gold?" Nick replied. "Wish it were then I could ditch the catering business and open my own restaurant." Before Erik and Nick could stir up anymore conversation, nine year old Zach was at his old tactic, pulling on Nick's pocket. Both Erik and Nick stared downwards as Zach asks, "Do you think you can cure us now, Nick?" It made both adults smile, though Erik was already convinced Nick was more like out of his teenaged years, early twenties and hardly old enough to be referred to as an adult. "As long as your father says okay," Nick said. All eyes were glued to Erik, waiting for the okay. Jason pleaded, "Can he please, dad?" Same time he impressed the point, rubbing his small belly as if smoothing down his shirt. "You're not going to be missed?" Erik asked Nick. "Nah. Anybody else I'd get a tongue-lashing from the boss. But hey... how can I refuse the host's wishes?" Erik wished the statement could be applied in a different sense, but quickly stirred out of his reverie by Jason. "Dad, hurry up and say yes. I think I gotta go bad!" "Me too," Zach followed up with. Without Erik's agreement, Nick took hold of each of the kid's hands, leading them towards the house. "Looks like we can skip the remedy and let nature take it's course!" Erik watched as Nick hurried away, Zach and Jason at his sides, hands in hands. He stood still watching how Nick's ass moved as he broke into a brisk walk. "Shit!" he hardly audlibly said, reminding himself of the boys. However he smiled as if contented, confident Nick could handle the emergency without his help. He ignored the situation for now. Drifting around, he eyed up the crowd, smiling or listening for the nineteenth time somebody sharing his grief. If they only knew. A couple started their approach, a twenty-something guy between them. His eyes seemed to single out the lad, trying to think where he has seen him before. "Erik, we're so sorry to hear of your loss," The older gent consoled, adding a handshake. The woman added her grievances, a handshake and the other hand delivering the message as well, "It must be very hard for the kids." If she only knew. But then again the cliched words skipped right over Erik's head as he paid more attention to the individual in between. "Oh you remember little Tommy?" "Maaaaaom!" `Tommy' responded with total embarrassment. Then he broke out in a smile as he offered his hand to Erik saying, "Mom will never get over the fact I'm twenty-four and `not' her `little Tommy' anymore. Right mom?" It became a joke after that, all four giggling away. "So..." Erik said straightaway, recalling, "so you're `little Tommy'?" "It's Thomas now," he further reintroduced himself to Erik. It wasn't only him remembering Thomas. Seemingly the couple sensed the conversation drifting to a one-on-one chat, they excused themselves. "So? What is `Thomas' up to these days?" "Um do you think I can have my hand back first, please?" Thomas responded with a twist of his lips. "Oh sure," Erik replies, handing Thomas' hand back to him! It wasn't meant to embarrass, but it's sure how Erik felt. The two stared at each other for numerous seconds before Thomas speaks out, "Business." "What?" Erik asked, half-dumbfounded. Still, he tried composing himself, same time quieting down the emotion tingling in his loins. "Executive MBA with a concentration in global and cross continent expertise. In a month I'll be graduating from Harvard." "Impressive," Erik responded, his forehead crinkling up as he raised his eyebrows, the usual when impressed by astounding facts. "So, have you had any offers?" Perhaps the two were already gravitating towards the same wavelengths. Immediately Thomas took the business topic meaning as something entirely different. Erik smiled when he did. Composing himself, Thomas snapped out of it, replying, "No. I've been spending some time getting my credentials together." Opening a small credit card-sized case, Erik withdraws a card. "Here. Give human resources a call if you care to. Mention you spoke with me." Studying the card, Thomas says, "Oh wow. I never thought of putting two and two together." Erik looked mystified, so Thomas further explained, "Wasn't your business once called by the Olufsen family name?" Right away Erik took it as Thomas checking him out even though it was years back when their paths crossed. "Yes matter of fact. But when our parents passed on..." "Yeah, I remember reading about it in the papers, but I never... I'm sorry I didn't relay my condolences at the time," Thomas apologized. It happened many years ago. Time heals, even though one never seems to forget..." Rather than get choked up, Erik deviated to, "Um, why don't you think about it?" Throwing Thomas off he asks, "About?" "The job? At Erik-Gef Industries?" "Oh yes!" Thomas replied with a giggle. "I don't know where my mind was." Erik bet he knew! However, sometimes Erik has a lapse in thought, opening his mouth prematurely which gets him into trouble. Gef had more of the gift of covering up a verbal mistake, but Erik couldn't think of anything when he blurted out, "No strings attached." His smile melted. To the rescue Thomas realized the implication, saving Erik from another embarrassing moment, "On the contrary. There could be `some' strings attached?" Even though neither admitted to it, both knew. "Oh really?" Erik responds, his smile returning. But he was totally shocked out of his gourd when Thomas looks around, softly mentioning, "Um, you wouldn't happen to have time for a private interview would you?" "Now?" Erik says. Thomas just stood there with a smile on his face. Then he hinted further, "I would really like to know what position you are offering before presenting myself!" There was hidden meaning there and Erik was translating it, his hormones reacting much faster. After gulping he said, "I guess we could talk about it." He stuck his finger in the collar of his shirt to vent. Gazing about, Thomas presses, "Have a more private place to talk?" "Inside?" Erik recommends. On their way inside the two pass Nick, leading Jason and Zach outdoors. "Dad? If you're on your way to the jon forget it!" Jason says, his hands shooing away the thought as if an umpire calling `safe'. Zach adds, "Yeah. The place stinks!" "They're telling the truth," Nick says. Thomas stood there patiently, not oblivious to Nick's wandering eyes. "Well there's more than one jon in this house!" Then Erik asks, "Um, would you be able to keep your eye on the boys for an hour or so? I have some business here to do with Thomas." Dropping Jason's hand, Nick offers, "Nick Stavos," grabbing Thomas' hand, already enroute. "Thomas Quavenne." "Unusual name," Nick says. Erik's loins were growing impatient. But he was saved when Jason came to his rescue, "Nick, can we have some more ice cream?" It tore Nick's attention right away from the conversation, him scolding, "No you can't have anymore ice cream." Then as he turned his back to the conversation Erik yells out, "We shouldn't be more than an hour." Over Nick's shoulder comes an evil grin with the words, "Take your time!" Right on cue, he responds to Zach's `But...', "I have a good mind to sit you two down and make you eat a plate of broccoli and spinach!" "Yech!" the two boys responded with turned up noses. "A regular mother hen," Erik relays to Thomas. Thomas tells him, "Oh I bet Nick has many more hidden talents." "Well, should we head upstairs and find out some of yours?" "Lead on," Thomas suggests with a wave of his hand. Little did Eric know that behind him Thomas was adjusting his package, wondering how tight an ass Erik had! % "I can't believe you're making us eat this stuff Nick!" Jason complained. "Worse than eating dirt," Zach said of the plate of veggies which included Nick's threat of greens and other colored vegetables. "Ever hear of Popeye?" Nick said as he went to sit down. Over his shoulder comes in a bellowing voice, "Ever hear of flunking out?" It was the head chef, Nick's cooking school professor. Arranged by Gef, this whole catered affair was `sponsored' by Degaugue's Cooking School. Of course there would be a hefty kickback, Erik making a nice donation. Nick knew this as well the fact the student cooks would be graded on presentation of their culinary creations. Smiling, Nick knew he had enough clout to respond, "Our host has asked me to look after his children while he attends to some business matters with one of his guests." It was all that was needed to make the head chef march off with a huffy attitude. Jason and Zach started laughing their little asses off, Nick getting high-5's. "You told him, Nick!" Nick couldn't help but join in on their antics, telling them, adamantly, "I did, didn't I?" It also helped the boys get out of eating their plates clean. "Hey Nick, wanna go swimming?" Jason asks. "Swimming?" "Yeah," Zach says. "Didn'tja see the pool over there?" He points over the crowd. Looking in between, Nick spots blue waves. "Oh yeah." After a brief pause he comments, "But nobody's swimming. I don't think we should..." He was faced with two long faces. Looking out of the tent, he saw the clouds had rolled away, not realizing the sun was peeking through. "Why not?" he gave in. More high-5's followed with Jason and Zach leading Nick off to the house to change into their suits. It was on Nick's mind what he was going to swim in! % It didn't take Erik long to pick a room out of the twelve upstairs, his own suite. Too busy to allow their hormones to settle, Thomas boldly took hold of Erik's jacket, stripping it off his shoulders as he energetically kissed him. Erik responded, going for Thomas' belt at which time the younger adult stopped and backed away. "What?" Erik inquired. "I can handle this," Thomas said, taking over the unbuckling of his belt. "Why don't you strip for me?" "Alright," Erik responded, taking the suggestion lightly even though he couldn't see where all this was headed. One thing on his mind he was set on turning Thomas into his little boytoy, unknowing the tide was about to change. Totally nude in no time, Thomas dictates, "Not bad. Put your hands behind your head." "My hands behind my head?" "Yeah. I want to see your hard muscles contract." Shrugging off Thomas' directions Erik complied, stretching his gut muscles as he cupped his hands behind his head. "Yeah that's it. Now spread your legs some." "Spread my legs?" Erik questioned Thomas as he lowered his hands. "Oh c'mon Erik. I thought you invited me up here to have some fun?" It did run through Erik's mind whom did the inviting, but he did have some curiosity about where Thomas was going with this. "Alright," Erik replied with skepticism, hands coupled behind his head, feet walking apart. He did sense the cool air running over his balls. "Man the years have treated you good." "Hey, I'm only twenty-nine," Erik said. "I have my whole life ahead of me." "Me too," Thomas said as he made an advance. Stopping short of their bods touching, Thomas reached down and softly cradled Erik's balls. "Ooooooh," he said, dropping his head back. "Nice, huh?" Thomas replied. "Very," Erik followed up with, waiting for Thomas to start nibbling on a nip or maybe fall to his knees and start working over his cock with his lips. "Good thing we met up today." Erik waited as he stare Thomas down. "Being we'll be working together, we `should' get to know each other better." He knew he should be disputing the fact, but in a kinky way Thomas was turning Erik on - tremendously. However he had to digress from the sex and remind Thomas, "Well we'll see about that when you get your resume together and... oooooooh gawd!" Thomas was taking advantage of `the strings' as his hand migrated upwards, a hand grabbing both their hard barrels, placing them side by side, adding a slight massaging action. "Like it?" Erik couldn't believe he was standing there, hands behind his head, feet wide apart and this twenty-four year old guy seducing him. From this point on he forsook any mention of business and surrendered to the business `at hand'. "Feels awesome." One minute Erik was feeling awesome and the next he was whimpering, "Why did you stop?" Throwing his thumb over his shoulder, Thomas says, "Why don't you turn down the bed and we can get more aquainted, Erik?" "Um, sure," Erik replied. He didn't realize it, but he was slowly being taken down a peg, losing his `topdom' status. "Wait!" "What?" Erik said, standing there with his hands busy at turning down the bed to exposed sheets. "You didn't ask if you could remove your hands or put your feet together." Throwing the spread down onto the bed Erik spoke his mind, "C'mon Thomas. Are we going to play some games here or..." "Alright," Thomas relinquished his idea. "Forget it. I just thought we could have some fun before getting down to some serious sex. But I guess you're not into roleplaying." Strangely, Erik did want things to progress to the `sex' part, the reason why they left the reception and came to his bedroom, in his mind. Hopping into the bed, it creaked as Thomas back hit the mattress. He lay there, arms to his side a sort of pissed look on his face. He couldn't stand it any longer. In his mind he was thinking, `What the hell!' At the foot of the bed he assumed the position, elbows high, hands behind his head, feet spread, his cock and balls in the wind. "Cool!" Thomas said, suddenly coming alive with energy. "Well I never did any of this roleplay stuff. Frankly, I don't even know what it is all about but I guess I could give it a try." "Cool," Thomas again responded, his bod assuming the same position as Erik after scooting over to the middle of the bed. "Okay, so I guess I'm supposed to ask, `Alright if I lower my arms?'," he started to lower them. "Not until I say," Thomas scolded him in a nice tone. "Oh," Erik said, raising his elbows towards the ceiling. Thomas then instructed, "Now ask again, but add `Sir'." "Sir?" Erik questioned Thomas' motives. In his CEO position he was often referred to as `sir', but he had no one to answer to, so it didn't come naturally off his palate. Thomas was a bright guy. He had degrees to prove his worth to any company. He knew what was running through Erik's head. "Um, can we forget business and get on with the game?" Erik breathed out his laugh saying, "How did you know?" "The longer you take, the longer it's going to be before we get it on!" Rattling it off, Erik said in one breathe, "Alright if I lower my arms and put my feet together? Um, sir?" "Yes, but crawl to me from the bottom of the bed." `Crawl to him?' Erik thought. Things weren't headed in the direction Erik thought they ought to go. "Crawl to you?" "Okay forget it Erik," Thomas said in a pissed off manner. "Maybe this was a mistake. I thought we could get off to a good start, see if we could be compatible together. If we can't get along now I doubt it will be any different working together." "Hold it! Time out," Erik replied, making the `T' signal with his hands. "No. Forget about it Erik," Thomas said, as he stepped one foot into his lowrise CK's. Erik was really hating the way this was turning out. With one hand on his hip, he scratched his head with the other. "Alright, alright. We'll play your game." "I don't think so," Thomas returned. "Why not?" "Well first of all, it's not `my' game. It's `our' game. When two play a game it involves effort on both of our parts. It's not going to work Erik if you don't follow the rules through the whole roleplay." "And just what are the rules, Thomas?" Erik asked, seemingly regaining some control as he folded his arms across his middle, almost demanding an answer. Eloquently, but with authority Thomas replied, "The rules are simple. I dictate and you submit." "I see," Erik stated his mind, but his mind still not responding decisively. To remove any doubt, Thomas further adds, "And you have to do everything I ask without question." Maybe Erik didn't realize it totally himself, but Thomas sure enough picked up on Erik staying hard the whole time from the point he held their cocks together. "Um, you're not going to ask me to jump out the window or slit my wrists or anything?" "Get real Erik," Thomas stated. "I'm really looking forward to working with you, making our company more successful. How would I be able to accomplish anything without you?" Now Erik was liking Thomas' ideas more, his mind caving in somewhat with the reference to the business. "I suppose you couldn't `do without me'!" He added a slight smile. "It would be impossible, but I think if we can get through this we'll be more in tune with each other and our relationship will be stronger." "Relationship?" Erik was confused. "We're talking business right?" Thomas sat down in a chair, his briefs up to his knees and just stared. Using his hand to ask he inquires, "I thought this was going to be a... a... like a one night stand." Getting up, Thomas pulled his briefs up over his hefty endowment and walked over to Erik. Standing directly in front of him Thomas said seriously, "Developing a relationship takes more than a one night stand." "Oh," Erik said, getting it. "So, what you're driving at is something more `longterm'?" >From his straight-laced serious pose Thomas cracked a smile. "You know I caught your gaze long before my folks walked up to you and introduced me to you, but that wasn't the first time you checked me out!" It then dawned on Erik as his finger pointed repeatedly towards Thomas, "I knew I've seen you someplace before, but can't recall." Things relaxed as Thomas spilled, "I was eighteen. A senior in high school. I played trumpet in the jazz band. Your company invited us to come play for an awards dinner. You probably never realized it but I had all the music memorized. I didn't need it in front of me. It was there for the guy playing second trumpet. Practically all night you never took your eyes off of me. Erik turned sort of pink in the face. "Well, I..." "But you know what?" "What?" Erik asked again his curious manner returning, the crinkled forehead and wide eyes. "It wasn't only you checking me out." Like he was cleaning a particle out between his teeth with his tongue Erik thought on it, revealing his thoughts, "You were checking me," his hand touched his chest, "out?" Thomas stood there, nodding his head, `yes'. "But you were like an eighteen year old high school student. I was on my way up the corporate ladder." "So? How old are you now?" "Twenty-nine. You?" "Twenty-four. Big deal. There's five years difference between us Erik." "Not a vast difference," Erik summed up. "The way I see it." "Okay, so where do we go from here?" Cool, calm and collectively, Thomas suggests, "We've wasted a lot of time, but in a sense not. It's good we've had this talk. Like in business it's good to know where you're going and where you're coming from." Erik agreed, "Right." "We don't have a lot of time. Why don't you just get down on your knees and give me a blow job?" "Give... you... a... blowjob?" Erik's mouth hung open. "Like I said Erik. Right here and now decides whether we both want to work at this, carrying over our compatibility to the workplace." Erik still wasn't sure. When they entered his bedroom he entirely the opposite thoughts, the roles reversed. "I guess not," Thomas said, turning away, heading for his neatly laid out dress clothes. He picked up his dress shirt and fed one arm in. >From behind he heard, "Um, Thomas? Sir?" Thomas turned to see Erik on his knees. He cut to the chase, "It's not going to work unless you totally submit." "Alright, I give." "Say it." Erik wondered what else was required. "Say you totally submit." He thought himself totally crazy, but unttered, "I-totally-submit." "You have to say it like you mean it, Erik. You're not being very convincing." More sincerely he reiterated his pledge of submission. "Sir," Thomas added the finishing touch. "I totally submit, sir." "Do you mean it?" "Sure I do." "You're going to do all I say without reservation?" "Except anything that will endanger my life," Erik said with practicality. "We've been though that." "I suppose. But one question." "Go ahead," Thomas replied as he dropped his dress shirt and started making his advance towards Erik. "Do we like ever change the roles? Like you giving me a blowjob and all?" "I can't answer your question Erik. I was hoping after spending an hour or so together we could come to some kind of mutual understanding. As far as role reversal, that will entirely up to you." Erik wasn't quite getting it, but like a business proposition his piqued curiosity intrigued him. Standing in front of Erik, still on his knees, Thomas says, "You've already pledged your submission. All you have to do is react." Erik shifted his gaze from Thomas' eyes, traveling down from the dark midchest patch of hair, down the stripe, over his navel and focused on the slightly visible pubic hair. "Um, do I...." "All is required is you politely ask." Erik wasn't sure of what he was asking. He wasn't prepared for this turn of events. As if reading Erik's mind, Thomas says, "You will politely ask if you can suck my cock." Already figuring this was his last chance, knowing Thomas would walk if he didn't comply, he gulped and against his better judgement uttered, "Um, alright if I can suck your cock... sir?" Like the boys and their spinach and broccoli, Erik's face showed the same reluctance to indulge. Bending over, Thomas says, "Give me your hand." Erik submits. Thomas places Erik's hand on the rim of his briefs. "It's all in your hands now, Erik." Erik couldn't believe he was on his knees, one hand on the elastic waistline making a decision which could affect his personal as well as business life. He gazed one more time at Thomas then down at the hairy space between Thomas' navel and briefs. "I'm not asking you to jump out a window." This was true, Erik thought. How bad could it be giving a blowjob? There's always a first time for everything, given the opportunity. Looking up at Thomas he tugged on the elastic. "We're on our way," Thomas said. "Use both hands if you want. I invite you to have some fun before you suck me off." Erik wondered if he had to swallow. But first things first. With both hands he peeled Thomas' briefs first from behind, lowering it below his ass. Bringing his hands forwards, Erik slowly pulled it down, noticing, "There's a wet spot." "Don't talk Erik. Just think about what you're doing." He was. He was wondering if he was making the biggest mistake of his life or.... "What the?" With his mouth wide open he was just about to take in Thomas' cock, when he backed away, tearing his briefs out of Erik's hands, distancing himself from Erik's face. Now Erik was pissed. "Y'know Thomas I'm quickly tiring of your games." His energy level wiped out, Thomas dropped his ass into the chair, crushing his suit, dress shirt and other apparel. "I know... I mean..." he paused, then said, "Erik I'm sorry." By this time Erik, who had stood up, wondered if Thomas had it all upstairs or was missing some of his brain cells. Looking upon the twenty-four year old he wondered what the next course of action would be as Thomas cradled his face in his hands. Then the downpour came as he started to sniff. Yes, Erik was tired of the game, stripped first of his top status, falling down the ladder to the bottom rung. But he couldn't stand there and watch Thomas carry on. It wasn't part of Erik's person to kick out a guy because he wasn't measuring up to standards. It's not the way he conducted business nor his personal life. Finally Thomas stood and grabbed his shirt, feeding one arm through as he said, "I've gotta go." Grabbing the sleeve of the shirt, Erik contradicted him, "You're not going anywhere Thomas til I get some answers." Erik was more himself, still cool, but prying into a guy's mind with only good intentions as the outcome. "Please Erik, let me just leave?" By now totally confused, Erik ran his hand up and down his almost totally smooth front, an action which preceeded his quest for understanding. A tug of war, Thomas conceeded as the sleeve flowed out of his grip. Same time he interjected thought saying, "Tell me Thomas, what was all that relationship talk about? Wishful thinking? What about that great vision of you and I running the company. Your ideas of driving sales up?" Getting up, Thomas grabbed up his pants and socks, bending over for his shoes. "Erik, I'm sorry I said those things, making up stuff I could never in my wildest imagination ever make come true." Paused, he concluded, "Story of my life." He was ready to make his exit, not caring if he remained shirtless. Compassion filling Erik faster than he could understand Thomas' plight, Erik grabbed at the pants. It left Thomas with only his socks and the briefs he had on if he chose to walk out the door. "Erik, please," Thomas whined. Now holding the `whip', Erik dictated, "Butt in the bed." "What are you going to do?" Thomas questioned, first time showing fear. Sarcastically Erik says, "Well for one thing I'm not going to throw you out the window." Erik didn't like Thomas' reply, "Might be the best thing for me." Threw two of his employees, Erik learned a lot about depression and anxiety. He saw the same affliction happening with Thomas. Right now he figured the worst scenario would be to set Thomas free. "Well, you going to hit the pillow or do I have to put you there myself?" As Thomas slowly kneeled, then sat he saw how totally wrong he was at trying to make Erik into a person he was never meant to be. "Erik I'm sorry." "I know you are." "You do? You're not going to like hit me or anything?" The pieces started to fall into play before Erik had even pryed loose any information from Thomas. Like he was thinking, the two employees, one of thme had a history of his father beating him. He wondered if this was the case or could it mean he was bullied by someone else. Whatever the case, Erik wasn't going to let Thomas fly. "Good. Now lets just lie here for a moment and let our minds go blank." It was one of the distractions Erik learned after doing research on the subject of depression. His intentions were never to fire an employee because of what he or she was, but to rather understand them and provide necessary counseling if necessary. He drew off those experiences. Lying there in bed, Thomas folded his hands, interweaving his fingers, lying the combined fist just below his pecs. Erik lay on his back as well. "When you get the urge, just start unloading something. Anything. Just get rid of any excess baggage that's plaguing your mind." "I... I can't think of anything." Erik thought this would require more than self-concentration. He flipped over on his right side, facing Thomas, his elbow parked in the pillow, side of his head propped up on his palm. "What are you doing?" Thomas exclaimed in an almost nasty tone of voice as Erik rubbed his palm over Thomas' shoulder. "Hey. I trusted you a moment ago, didn't I?" "Yeah," Thomas was forced to agree. "Then you need to trust me." Turning the tables, Erik tells him, "Say you trust me." "I... I trust... you," adding "sir," which wasn't part of Erik's plan. Erik tried provoking Thomas, saying, "You seemed grounded five years ago. What the hell happened in those five years?" "Actually the last five years I'd say were the happiest times of my life. It was the time before that which I had problems." "But you looked okay at the jazz band concert, Thomas. You were laughing along with everybody else." "I know. Through my high school years I put on an act warranting an academy award." It's then Thomas unfolded his hands, saying, "Erik, look at my body." Erik's eyes scanned Thomas' bod, seeing the dark hairy patch midchest, circles of hair around his nips, the thin stripe down dividing his stomach in half, dipping in and out of his navel. "Yeah. Am I looking for something in particular?" "No. Get up and really look at me." Looking point blank at Thomas' body, Erik reported, "Sorry Thomas, but if I'm looking at something in particular I'm not picking up on it." Taking Erik's hands, Thomas placed both right under his pecs. "Just feel me Erik." He did and discovered what Thomas was driving at. "Oooh." He looked down at where he was rubbing, then at Thomas. "I get it. There's more of an indentation on the left side." Right away he summised, "Broken rib?" "Ribs." He then flipped over, telling Erik. Look really closely at my back." As if bending to lick it, Erik's eyes scoured inches of Thomas' shoulder blades. "Damn! Are these scars?" It's then Thomas began to unload his past. "My old man used to come home from drinking. Depending on how he felt he'd take out his frustrations on me either with his fists or his belt." Crashing back into the bed, Thomas followed him with his gaze, still lying faced down, his head to the side. He hugged the pillow. "Does it still... hurt?" Erik asked, tenderly placing his palm on Thomas' left shoulder, his hand drifting to the right one. "No. Not really. Once in awhile I'll get a little blip, a sensitive tingling sensation on my right shoulder, but other than that it doesn't bother me." Running his story together as if a chain reaction of autos on a slick road, Thomas reports, "It started when mom walked out. When his life, my dad's, started to fall apart he became more aggressive, the beatings getting worse, until..." "Until what Thomas?" Thomas flipped over onto his back, his hands remained at his sides. "I was seventeen. He came in like he always did on a Friday night, blowing his paycheck on liquor, his breathe filling the kitchen up as if aerosol spray." Thomas rubbed one eye with his finger. Erik slid a little closer, placing his hand on Thomas' stomach, rubbing it as if a big teddy bear. "And?" "Erik, I got so damned tired of it. I... I couldn't take it anymore. I hurt bad. Real bad." Thomas went on to explain how his father stripped his leather belt out from the loops of his pants, winding the buckle around his hand. "I begged him, pleaded for myself not to be whipped, but he disregarded every plea. I had been eating. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me faced down on the table. He ripped the shirt from my back. I cried out as the belt struck me. Somehow I managed to grab a steak knife I had been using. Erik, I stabbed him. I stabbed my dad. I killed my own father!" Feeling Thomas' pain, Erik was quick on the draw to engulf him in his arms. Thomas sobbed his heart out. "So what happened after that. Surely you couldn't be blamed for protecting yourself Thomas?" "Right. It's precisely how family services saw it, as well as `the law'." "What became of you?" "I was placed in a foster home. They were a nice couple but not young enough to relate to a seventeen year old. I don't know how they fooled the system, but a month after being there they started depriving me of food, using the check for my care for their own personal gain." "And you went to family services, right?" Thomas lay there in silence, Erik's arm under him, still half-hugging him. "I should have, but you know Erik, it was much easier running away? I was so damned tired of the town, the people, everything about it. I wanted out. I wanted a fresh start." "But you had a year ahead of high school still ahead of you," Erik guessed. "I know. Like I said, I was a good actor but I was even better at my studies. I was pulling A's and B's even though my health suffered some. Only subject I failed was gym. I cut it. Fortunately for me the coach never reported anybody as a cut." "And why was that?" "Guys said he felt his job would be on the line or something of the sort. I didn't care. My only concern was I wasn't there to show off my bruised chest or the welts on my back." "I see. So, how did you happen to be in the jazz band which played at my company's affair?" "Well I guess my life before those five years wasn't `all' that bad. Half way between the midwest and the east coast I came across a guy traveling down a country road. He offered me a ride. By then I had turned eighteen. He was twenty-six." Thomas began picturing it in his mind as if it were yesterday. A calm came over him and he managed a slight smile recalling, "At the time I trusted no one. Adam sensed this and even though he opened his home to me he didn't push himself on me." "I take it he was gay?" "Right. The first night he told me he was gay, offering his bed or the guest room. I chose the guest room. He fed me and clothed me. I was wondering where he got the clothes from. Adam had an adopted son once. He was the same age as me." A dismal attitude returning, Thomas continued, "but he got caught up in the wrong crowd. One night his son didn't come home. He never saw it coming, Adam's son, the truck broadsided him. He and three of his friends perished. Adam said it broke his heart. Like you and I here, it was the first night I slept in Adam's bed. He was a real gentleman. He was gentle. Like you, he picked up on the bruises and welts. He kissed them." Thomas reflected on that first night in Adam's bed. "And?" "Next day Adam took me to a doctor. It was a small town with only one and Adam knew him most of his life. I was cared for by Adam til I started to feel really well. I owe a lot to Adam." "What happened to him?" Erik asked, his heart almost in his throat at the thought of this beautiful relationship being terminated. "Nothing." Thomas turned his head and smiled at Erik. "Nothing. So?" "Adam was fairly well off. He had a good job in business. He was in his early thirties and not too old to pick up and start over somewhere else. We lived near Harvard in a very nice, well to do apartment. He put me through college. I owe him a lot." "So how come you didn't stick with him? I take it you were lovers?" "No," Thomas flatly put it. He smiled again, which made Erik smile. He then revealed, "Adam was the one who taught me about roleplaying." "Oh, so that's where you got it from!" "Yeah and know what?" "What?" "I liked it!" "Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Erik asked with a giggle in his throat. "So what did you two get into?" "First of all Adam was gorgeous. He was around six feet tall, same color hair as you, maybe a little darker and a handsome devil, a body like he hit the gym everyday." "Sounds nice." "Right. Well shortly after we slept in his bed he would ask me to do things." "Do things?" Erik asked, a hint of what was to come, drawn from their own experience minutes ago. "It was cool," Thomas started out on the leg of the new subject. "Adam would have me tie his hands behind his back and tell me to order him about. Tell ya, he was one hell of a cocksucker. Man, the way he ran his tongue up and down the sides of my cock kept me hard and dripping for an hour. At first it was licking and sucking my cock and balls, but then he had me lie on the bed and it seemed hours passed as his tongue dove in between my ass cheeks, fucking my hole. I never experience such pleasure Erik." At this moment Erik was experiencing some of his own pleasure at the telling of the story! "I would come home sometimes after classes, hot and sweaty. He would strip me and give my whole body a tongue bath. How could a guy ask for more? But then things progressed to a point which dwelled on past memories." Erik grew concerned when Thomas' voice took a nosedive, back to a depressing tone. "He wanted me to tie him down to the bed and whip him." "Oh really?" "Yeah," Thomas said. "The way Adam explained it was... he felt guilt because he allowed his son's life to fall apart." "But he didn't know his son was into.. what was it, drugs? Alcohol?" "A mix of both actually." "So you left him?" Erik guessed. "No. You see I cared a lot for Adam... loved him as if he were the father I always wanted. My love for him drove me to do to him what he asked. We had an agreement that I would `punish' him and he would also service me." "You whipped him and in turn he turned you on sexually?" "I suppose it's a good way of putting it. But the flame got turned up and Adam wanted me to do other things to him. It seemed he lost sight of the original reason I was `punishing' him, when in reality he was thriving on the pain, mixing it with sexual pleasure." "It's called being a masochist," Erik enlightened him. "I know," Thomas replied. "Oh. So I suppose you read up on it." "Adam did. He relayed the information to me." "So you got more than a Harvard education during those five years?" "And how. But so did Adam." "Oh? How's that go?" Erik dug further into Thomas' mind. "He went to a club one night. In the basement of a gay leather club. He asked me to tag along as protection that nothing bad would happen to him. He said other guys did the same. However, when I got there we became separated. I couldn't find Adam. That is until the end of the night, which ran into the early hours of the morning. I waited in the car because they claimed the club was closing. But I learned it was only the `upstairs'. Downstairs Adam was held. I could do nothing to keep him from being tortured. I was terrified when he was more or less tossed out the front door, him lying faced down on the sidewalk. He was only clad in his pants. No shirt, no shoes, no socks. Everything was missing from his pants. His wallet, belt, picked clean. I offered to call an ambulance, but Adam insisted I just get him home. It was a struggle but I got him into the car and the apartment when we arrived. Like I had seen Adam do, a hundred dollar bill got the doorman to help out with intentions of him keeping secrets to himself. However, for my hundred bucks, Freddy helped doctor Adam up." "I hate to ask," Erik said, actually wanting to know more. "His back was bloody from a hard whipping. Adam later said he lost count after two hundred lashes. His nips were puffy and stretched. His beautiful abs were bruised with shades of blue and purple. His balls looked swollen and Adam gasped at a touch. Freddy tried removing the extra large butt plug from Adam's ass as carefully as possible but I had to hold my hand over his mouth to keep him from waking up the whole apartment house." Erik cringed, not sure he wanted to hear more, but he also sensed Thomas needed to get his feelings out into the open. "I sat up all night at Adam's bedside. I missed two days of classes waiting for him to bat an eyelash. Freddy was so sweet to keep me fed. Then the third day Freddy came by with a doctor." "Why not sooner?" "The only one he knew who would treat a guy in Adam's predicament was out of town." "I see. So what did think of Adam's injuries?" "Adam was in bad shape. The doc wanted to put him in the hospital, but Freddy knew Adam wouldn't like it one bit. He wouldn't want the attention." "Of course," Erik replied. He didn't know how Adam made his fortune, but surely he would want to protect his name. "So, the hospital came to Adam. The doctor knew of a few nurses who would like the extra bucks. It also didn't hurt when Adam finally came around to look upon three hot angels!" Erik giggled. Thomas cracked a smile. "After that, Adam lost his flavor for masochistic behavior. Something about he felt through his intense pain he had vindicated himself. I don't get the whole gist of it, but as long as Adam is okay with it, I am." "You really care for him, huh?" "Yes." Thomas concluded the ordeal, paralleling it with his own psychological dilemma. "But I found out, unfortunately with you as the victim, what worked for Adam didn't work for me." "Except me as the masochist and you as the top boss man?" "Sorry," Thomas replied. "Don't be. If we never came together you never would have unloaded your feelings. Feel better?" "Somewhat," Thomas said. "But you should really think about getting some therapy." "I thought so myself, but I'm without a job or health plan, so that option is out." "Not if you `have' a job?" Erik said, getting up from the bed. Their `rap session' ending, Erik slipped his briefs on. "You still want me to work for you? After what I did to you?" "What did you do to me?" Erik asked. Afterall his lips never touched Thomas' cock. "Erik, before you get dressed can you come lay here with me?" Giving in, Erik lowered his briefs he just pulled up. He parked his bod back into the still molded mattress. "What are you doing?" As Thomas got up on all fours, Erik realized what he was doing. "You don't have to do this." "I know. I want to. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I've serviced a man. I'm actually pretty good at it. When a guy hitchhikes he's got to pay for his meal somehow!" They batted the `don't have to do this' and `but I want to' back and forth til Erik gave in. With Erik's cock planted in Thomas' throat, there came a knock at the door. "Oops! Sorry there guys," Nick said. Pulling off, the two stare at the doorway, Nick wet from head to toes, a tight little pair of briefs around his waist. Erik joked, "If you want to join in Nick, you're welcome?" "No thanks. I'm not into threeways." He then realized, "Hey, if you're up here who's minding the boys?" Nick leaned on the doorway, his arms folded across his upper stomach, blocking out the black, wet fur. "The guests have departed as well as most of the catering crew. I invited some of the guys to the pool party. Jase and Zach are having a jolly ole time with the guys." "Pool party?" Erik said, sitting up. "Yeah. If you two hustle it up there might be some beer and food left. That is after your finish your `business'." Before Erik could get a word in, Nick had slammed the door shut. "Now where were we?" Thomas said, bowing his head towards Erik's cock. "Forget it, Thomas. Here," he patted the spot where Thomas had lain. "I got a better idea." It didn't take long for the pair to jerk each other off. A damp washcloth wiped the cream off of their stomachs, a bit hitting Erik in the chest. "Nice shooting," Thomas commented. As they tidied up themselves in the jon, Erik had one last question. "I'm curious. What ever happened to Adam? You ever see or hear from him?" "All the time. Well I did while I had computer access while at Harvard for my last year. He and Freddy have a nice loft in New York City." "Freddy, eh?" "Yeah. Strangely Freddy had saved every dime Adam and I had given him over four years. It was his contribution when they purchased the pricey real estate. Last email, Adam is fully recovered and I guess you can say they are living happily ever after!" "Must make you feel good?" "It does, but a few minutes ago I felt I had the edge on him." Erik laughed, saying, "I felt good too!" As Erik and Thomas appeared at the pool, they were the only two wearing swim suits. "Nick, what is this?" Erik asked with an attitude. "What does it look like dad?" Jason answered. Zach adds, "Nick and us are skinnydippin'!" Thomas whispered to Erik, "Let it slide. Nick's too hot to bust his chops!" Erik agreed. "Well if you can't beat'em, you might as well join'em!" He led the way, lowering his swim suit, Thomas following. % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. 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