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Bar Tab Buy-out! 12 wriTten by Travis Chase McPhee
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Tom couldn't let John alone for one minute, even after Scott badgered the teen into submitting to getting ready for school, which entailed brushing his teeth and making sure every follicle of his hair was in place.
Abandoning his apron, John went along with him, to make sure the toothpaste fit on the brush properly!
Of John following Tom upstairs, Scott says to Marco, "Betcha five bucks, John talks Tom into allowing him to suck him off?"
Pouring a cup of coffee for himself, Marco gets off subject, "How do you think Tom would hold up in a dungeon for a weekend?"
Adamantly, Scott says in a fretted voice, "If you're thinking of using Tom as a pawn for your 'bar-tab buyout' in the Greek Isles, forget it Marco!"
"Okay, okay," Marco replies, knowing he struck a raw nerve, "I was just asking Scott. You don't have to go and get your balls all twisted up!"
"He's just an eighteen year old kid."
"Oh, but there will probably be more guys there between eighteen and twenty-six, than any other age, except for maybe the 'aggressors'," Marco informs him.
"Do these teens, or twenty-something year olds know what they are getting into?"
"Oh sure. They receive extensive written information and before they even think about boarding a plane, need to sign waivers and other papers of agreements."
Scott sits back in his chair, thinking, wondering, "So, like what happens when they get off the plane?"
"Depends on who they are assigned to and what the scenario the client has planned for them." Then watching Scott mull this over, "But I thought you might be more interested in how 'your life' is going to planned out, starting this morning?"
Exactly what was on Scott's mind, before it was derailed by Tom and John's conversation, he rethinks it, "Oh yes, do I still have a job and what about the other employees at Barnett-Tarkington?"
"First, the case of your home..."
Scott rattles off what he perceives, regarding the findings of the Ponzi scheme, "Don't tell me Marco... they're kicking me out, freezing my bank account and I'm going to have to survive on the streets with the homeless, as well as the hungry?"
"Not yet."
"What do you mean not yet? I'd like to know where I stand?" Scott fusses.
"First of all Scott, if you were ever to lose your home, or anything else you hold dear, you're always welcome to stay here."
With suspicion, Scott makes it clear, "I'm not submitting myself to your friendly little gathering in the Greek Isles!"
"Did I mention it, Scott?"
"Yesterday morning I was under the impression?" Scott replies.
Sitting back, Marco gives in, "Yes, yesterday morning I was seeking you out with intentions, but I think you've proven to me you're not 'material' for this kind of a party."
And to make sure they were on the same page, "You can also get it through your head, Tom Pine is exempt from either applying as a candidate or being considered by you?"
"What a shame. He's such a willing victim too."
"'Victim', exactly and it's why I don't want you encouraging him either. Bad enough John is having such an influence on him," Scott explains.
Sitting back, exhaling a sigh of reliefs, perhaps because half of his search is over, Marco states, "Yeah, John. What a natural. I'd love to be a fly on the wall, watching him getting worked over by his clients."
Smiling, Scott says, "You 'could' be more than a fly on the wall, if you wanted to?"
His eyebrows contorted, Marco looks to Scott with question, asking, "How would that go?"
With more humor, Scott replies, "Oh, I think it would be kind of nice for Tom and I to house sit while you and John are 'on vacation' in the Greek Isles?"
"Hmm," Marco wasn't turning Scott down on his idea. "But the clients only requested one man."
"Make them an offer they can't refuse, like two for the price of one? 'Or', why couldn't it start out as three on one and then the two turn on you when John is all worn out?"
Marco sits back, putting his hands behind his head, flaunting his richly haired armpits, saying, "Not bad Scott. Did you ever think of becoming a script writer?"
"I might have to after I'm left penniless from this Ponzi scheme of the Barnetts!"
Tom whistles and then calls attention, "Scott? I thought you were going to take me to school?"
"Was. Am!" Scott exclaims getting up from the kitchen table.
"It's okay, Scott. John is going to drop me off," Tom says, with John appearing.
Dressed for a change, John's keys dangles from his hand, saying, "Alright if I borrow your car, Marco?"
"You can borrow it, but if there's even one scratch on it, I'll have your hide," Marco gives warning.
"Cool!" John replies, "What are you going to do with it?"
Scott jokes, "Stick a telephone pole up it!"
John asks, "Only one?"
Standing right in front of Scott, Tom says, "I guess I'll be going Scott."
"Oh, I didn't think... um, are you coming back here or going home?"
Looking towards Marco, Tom replies, "Well I'd rather 'not' go home, if I have some place else I could go?" He reinforces it with, "If Rich is there and his friends, they could be there too... use me, if you know what I mean?" Not which he would mind being used by them, a boytoy for Pete, but he'd rather spend time with Scott and then hear more tales from John.
Right away Scott says, "You're 'not' going home. I'll pick you up right after school and bring you here." And, drawing off of Marco's invitation for opening his home, "I'm sure Marco will not mind an extra tenant." To Marco, "Will you Marco?"
"No problem. I like cute guys hanging around!" Marco replies.
John remarks, "Oh really? How about tonight you hang me up by my arms and I'll 'hang around' for your enjoyment?"
"Oh and you won't be getting anything out of it, John?" Scott catches on.
John smiles, saying, "Ready for the ride to school, Tom?"
They hustle out the door, leaving Scott and Marco.
"So, what's next?" Scott asks, being he's not sure yet how all this Ponzi scheme of discovery is going to affect him.
"Well let's see," Marco ponders, "first I have to give Vince Rodgers a call. Can you hang out a minute?"
Scott said 'yes', but after Marco leaves the room to make his phone call, he's thinking on Marco's words, 'hang out' and how they would apply to John. Sitting back down in the chair, taking a sip of his coffee, Scott made a face, saying, "Yech!" It had cooled to the point of 'ugly, cold'. Taking it to the sink, he dumped it. Going to the coffee machine, it had a lousy fraction of an inch left and smelled like burnt leftovers. Then he smiled, thinking of Tom's alternative. He fetched himself a glass of orange juice. As he sat drinking it, he thought of Tom. In his mind, it came up over and over, what a cute guy. It made Scott smile further, taking another hit on his OJ. "Not bad!" he said of the alternative. Again, he awarded its pleasing taste to Tom having preferred it over coffee. "Hmm, maybe I'll switch!"
With nothing virtually to do, except wait for Marco to finish his phone call, he got up and looked out the kitchen window. Spotting the swimming pool, he said to himself, "It's still there!" Since he was 'attired' for it, he walked to the back door, let it swing open on its hinges and dashed out, not stopping until he dove in, surfacing on the other side. "Br-r-r-r-chilly!" he said, but felt invigorated.
No sooner had he planed his hair behind his head, Marco shows, saying, "I've got it pretty much worked out, though Vince was very disappointed in Tom not making it."
Immediately perturbed by a partial rendering of Marco's words, he complains, "Why the fuck did you even have to mention Tom?"
"Oops!" Marco said, watching Scott get out of the pool and come towards him. "Really, I'm sorry I did, Scott. It just came out, that's all." And as Scott approached him, "But you look real hot when you get mad." And as he stood in front of Marco, "You would make a fine, impressive sadist, you know?"
"I would, would I? I can't believe you brought up Tom's name. Right now I feel like doing something sadistic to you, Marco!"
Of course Scott was reacting in a whimsical manner, but Marco took it as, "Hot!"
"But being right now I'm freezing my ass off in the morning air, I'd much rather prefer a hot shower."
"Great," Marco replies, following along behind Scott. "I'll fill you in on what's happening."
"I sure wish somebody would," Scott says, entering the kitchen, passing right through and heading up the stairs. He does show consideration, "Sorry for getting the floor wet."
"No problem," Marco replies, then jokes, "I'll make John lick it up later!"
Stopping halfway on the stairs, Scott says, "So, did your friend Vince agree to you being an accomplice to John's... what's it called? Torturing?"
"You can refer to it as 'scenario', since it will revolve around a fantasy setting and 'yes', he was all for it and I imagine he saw bigger 'dollar signs', thinking of two instead of one."
Continuing upstairs, they talked about Marco's agreeing to being one of the pawns for the 'scenario'.
Scott sped right for the shower, turned it on and got in. He went to close the door, Marco catching it with his hand.
"I think I'd prefer something more private?" Scott says.
Marco insists, "It'll be easier talking with you on this side of the shower door, though."
"Suit yourself," Scott gave in. With them both encased in the steamy, wet environs, one thing had been on Scott's mind, so he popped the question, "There's one thing bothering me."
"What?"
"Going way back to yesterday..." with so much happening, he had to stop and think, "that was yesterday?"
Marco replies, "Yes, yesterday. The day we first met and went from being enemies, to friends?"
"Hmm, I'll have to think on the 'friend' part, however, you as much as said you were against showing your face at this buy-out party and before you acted like it was no big deal. Like you had this big reputation to protect and now you're gung-ho?"
"You missed a place," Marco pointed out Scott's ass, a little covered with soapy suds.
"Don't evade the question!" Scott says, swiping his hand over his ass, sliming up the crevice.
"A lot has happened between yesterday and today, which actually has a lot to do with what happened last week," Marco replies with a taint of questioning.
"Well, since I didn't happen to be part of your life last week, mind clueing me in?" Scott replies, finished rinsing off, shutting off the water.
Both exiting, Marco hands him a towel, followed by drying himself. He was checking Scott out in the shower, but as he toweled his pubes, it fascinated him, seeing Scott's cock flop from side to side, then as he dried his balls, them in motion as well.
Heading into the bedroom, Scott says, "You can also tell me where I can find a clean set of clothes?"
Marco sets about going to the armoire, opening both doors of the massive piece of furniture, stating, "Except for between your legs, I think we're both about the same size, Scott?"
Smirking, he bypassed his host and began picking out a golf shirt, pair of casual green slacks. "What about briefs?"
"You should really try brief-less, but if you don't think you can get into it, try two draws down," Marco replies, making himself at home by lying eagle-spread out on the bed.
"So," Scott says, turning around and 'seeing' Marco splayed out on the bed, "what's your story?"
"The economy, budget cuts, spending, payroll, it all adds up to..."
"You're getting laid off?" Scott jumps the gun.
"Not that we've gotten that out of the way," Marco says, "I know I'll get a buy out from the government, but it won't last me long, since I've got some debt which would require a good job, working for the next ten years?"
"How much do you owe?"
"I never got cleared of paying for my college loans, then to furnish this place, taxes, etcetera, I just owe a lot Scott. But I'm not looking for a hand out. I never was like that. I always learned to take care of my own business, so I guess you really say I don't have a choice about whether or not I should be going to this party. Even after I pay Vince Rodgers back, I'll have a nice sum to put towards my debt." Also resigning to the fact, "Then, after I come back I'll think about what I can apply myself towards, getting a job."
"Oh," Scott replies. "I hadn't a clue, especially when you said you were looking for some other guy to take your place, on account of you didn't want it to interfere with the reputation regarding your job. However, I suppose if there's no job for you..."
"It's not there. I called in this morning and even though they're not informing people till Monday, I found out I'm on the 'axed' list."
Scott felt bad, saying, "I'm sorry I opened my mouth."
"About what?"
"You being the 'fly on the wall'. I mean, it sounded like I was encouraging you and maybe it wasn't what you wanted to do. You know?"
Sitting up at the foot of the bed, standing, walking across to Scott, Marco says, "One of your superlatives, Scott. One not written up in any report."
"Oh? How's that go?"
Staring him in the eyes, Marco replies, "After we left the office, I was hoping there could be something going between the two of us." And before cutting it off forever, "Could you just do me one favor Scott?"
"What?"
"Kiss me?"
Smiling, Scott obliged, but it wasn't too involved, short-lived, the two coming together, then parting.
"Thanks," Marco replies. "Now there's one more favor."
"How many more?" Scott replies as if being impatient.
"I need somebody to help me get into shape."
"What's wrong with you?" He surveys Marco's tanned bod.
"For my part, I need to hit the gym, but I need to have somebody else to work on my abs."
"Something tells me I'm not going to like this," Scott whines.
Marco explains as delicately as possible, "It's nothing about you Scott. It's for me that I need you..." he stalled, "to help me work on abs. I need somebody to replicate what will be done at the buy-out party."
It didn't take being a rocket scientist for Scott to discover, "You want me to abuse you?"
At this point Marco thought he was doomed, saying, "That's about the gist of it Scott, but it won't be like you'll be actually hurting me for... for your own pleasure."
"Well how come you and John just can't trade off doing it to each other?"
Smiling, Marco says, "Because he's not 'you'?"
"What do I look like, an evil ogre?" Scott contests.
"It's not what you look like Scott. In fact, you're the hottest looking guy I've ever met and I'm only sorry you and Tom have hit it off so well."
"I'm not so sure about that," Scott still hung onto the age factor.
Seeing this going the wrong way, a manner in which Marco was not seeing himself a part of Scott's personal life materializing, he stepped away, replying, "If you could help me out, we could start today. I need to workout every day and get in as much as I can until it's time to leave for the Greek Isles."
"Are you sure you can't find anyone else?" Scott hoped.
Seeing how reluctant Scott was being, Marco was only fooling himself, thinking a hot guy like Scott could ever be more than he was born to be, so he gave up on his false hopes, "Sure. I can get Tim down at the Wildwood."
"Tim? At the Wildwood?" Scott thought. "I don't think I met Tim?"
"Bouncer. I'm sure if you met him, you will recall. If his buddy, Frank Forrester, is available, for a few six-packs of beer I'm sure the two wouldn't mind coming over to have some fun with John and me."
Still surveying his thoughts, Scott was wondering how all this could be fun. Sure, at the Wildwood, walking up to Marco and unexpectedly gut-punching him was all in jest, but doing this type of stuff on a regular basis, he had to ask, "Doesn't all this glamorous.... torturing of each other ever tire you out?"
"Let me put it to you this way, Scott, 'Do you ever get tired of having sex?'"
"Of course not. It's like a fact of life. Every man's got to get his rocks off, or else!"
"And this is how 'some men', like me, John, Tim, Frank," and Marco saving the best for last, "Tom, need to get 'our rocks' off."
"Tom? Hmm," Scott thought about it. "He's so young."
"Think about it in the real sense, Scott. For every 'Tom', there's a dozen his age just like him. But don't stop there. Lots of times feeling the need to have pain or degradation comes at a younger age and like a pair of pants, you grow into it. Then, nurturing it, it grows within you, as you pass into adulthood."
"I never thought of it as such," Scott replies, parking his ass on the rim of the dresser.
In a relaxed, crunch position, hands behind his head, his abs flexed, Marco poses, "So, what are your needs, Scott?"
"Well right now my immediate need is to figure out if my livelihood is still intact and find out where my next paycheck is coming from?"
Sitting up, then catapulting off the bed, Marco replies, "C'mon, I'll fill you in."
"Where are we going?" Scott asks, not even thinking about putting on the clothes he picked out, since Marco was in the buff too.
"To talk."
"Talk?" Scott questioned, when Marco opens the door to the dungeon. "I thought we were finished with the 'no pain, no gain' stuff?" he referred to bdsm.
"We can talk as you help me get into shape."
"I thought you understood I didn't want to have a hand in any of this stuff." It also occurs to him, "If Tom gets wind of me doing anything to you in here, he'll 'expect' me to do the same for him."
"All I want you to do is, as I pull myself up," he grabs onto an overhead bar and does a near chinup, "and let myself down, punch me in the stomach."
"I'm 'not' punching you in the stomach, Marco," Scott said adamantly.
"Okay, be a little woosie, Scott!" Marco says, going ahead, pulling up by his arms, letting himself drop, repeating. He stops and falls to his feet.
"Impressive," Scott says of the five near chinups.
"How many can you do?"
"I haven't done a chinup since college."
"What sport?"
"Swimming, running... a guy got me into riding a bike and before I knew it, they had me doing a full-fledged triathalon."
Noticing, Marco says, "When did you start to lose the edge, Scott?" he poked him in the tummy a little.
"Cut it out. I'm a busy exec. I haven't had a lot of time to run any marathons."
"Bad excuse Scott."
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Scott presses, with annoyance.
"Nothing," Marcos says, "except, first goes the gut and then goes the rest of the bod!"
"Fuck you!" Scott says, hustling over to the bar, grabbing at it and then hoisting his bod up. He barely clears three.
"Forget it Scott. Your abs would never make it in 'gut-punching 101'!" He laughs.
"Well forget it, Marcos. I know you're little game and you're not going to punch me in the stomach, okay?"
"I never said I was."
"You didn't have to, Marcos. I know your twisted little mind by now."
"Scott! I'm shocked! How could you even think that of me? I'm like horrified!"
"Get over it," Scott says. But he did find it an interest to try out a few more chinups.
Walking over to him, Marcos feels up his 'stomach'. "Keep going. I think I feel an 'ab' popping out, Scott!"
"Get your hands off my bod!"
Laughing, Marcos says, "What'samatter Scott? Don't trust me?"
Dropping after six completes, Scott replies, "I wouldn't put it past you to haul off and tuck my gut in, that's all."
"I trusted you at the Wildwood." Then smiling, "I thought you rather enjoyed doing what you did, Scott?"
There wasn't a cloth or anything to dab himself with, so Scott wiped himself off with his hand of the sweat buildup. "I did it because I felt sorry for you."
"Really? Cool!"
"What else could I do? You had this other guy all revved up. I don't know what you told him about me, but... I don't know, I just..."
"You didn't want to make yourself look bad too!"
"No it's not that. I didn't want to make 'you' look bad, Marco!"
"You don't want me to look bad in the Greek Isles, do you Scott?"
"Oh fuck, how do I get myself into these things?"
Walking over to the chinup bar, Marcos turns around and grabs at the bar. He does one pullup and waits. "Well? You going to do it?"
"No."
"How about for right now, this morning, and then I won't bother you ever again, Scott?" He hesitates. While Scott is making up his mind, "And I won't mention a single word of this to Tom."
"That's bribery."
Marco smiles.
"Alright. But only a few."
"And if you give me some honest, hardy, good gut-punches, I'll tell you all about your job status."
"More bribes?"
"Why Scott, how could you ever put me down for giving you more incentive."
Scott questions, "Oh and how would that go?"
"Easy! I've got information you want to know, so... interrogate me!"
Standing there in front of Marcos, one thing he 'did' notice, which was totally off topic, the tan. He was tanned from head to feet, but right around his pubes, like any other light-skinned guy, the pubes stood out. But it wasn't the only thing which amazed Scott. "I see you've gone and gotten yourself all hard over this?"
"By now, Scott, I gathered you would have figured that out for yourself. Everything's connected to a single control center. Like any area of bdsm, the hot feeling stems from the 'control center' and I don't mean the brain!"
"Hmm," Scott said, but then forming a fist, "I'm going to start punching you now."
"Oh Scott, why did you have to go and spoil it?" Marco whines.
"Spoil it? Spoil what?"
"The element of surprise."
"I have so much to learn," Scott said in general.
"Right and if you don't 'experience', how are you going to?" Marco put it to him.
As Scott held his clenched fist up to Marco's abs, he wised up to deserving Marco's remark. He led himself right into it. But from this point on, he couldn't get it out of his head. As in business, if he didn't stay attuned to all the functions of keeping it going, he might as well jump ship.
"Uh!" Marco shouted as Scott punched him on the downside of a pullup. "Is that the best you can do?"
"You're so fuckin' crazy!"
But on the next one, the following, and the gut-punch after that, Scott intensified each punch, seeing Marco take each one in stride. He also discovered what Marco was talking about, about the 'control center'.
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