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.
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FoR SaLE By OwNEr 73 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The small group from the townhouse, including Carlos and Francesco, stood at the back of the borrowed, Met Opera truck.
"That everything?" Francesco asked, locking up the back.
"A man with muscles, no less," Kyle said in muffled tone to Carlos, standing next to him. Already, since Kyle and Carlos had tagged along beside each other when packing up the truck, made comments back and forth regarding Francesco's handsome face, swimmer's build, there wasn't much for Kyle to add. Yet, he made mention what had already been obvious, to compliment Carlos on his choice of men.
"Oh yeah," Carlos replied, but seemed to be leaving some miniscule detail out.
"What?" Kyle asked, turning his face point blank to Carlos'.
A crooked smile, indeed showed Carlos holding back.
"Come on... come on," Kyle forced the truth out. So only his ears could hear it, Kyle ushered Carlos, his arm over his pal's shoulder, out on the enclave of friends, for their private conversation.
Again, the lingering smile, almost with devious intent, Carlos spells out, "Nothing much," he shakes off, "other than... well, Francesco does put on a good show, but..."
"Will you get to the `good part'!"
Their conversations led each other into a heightened climax, Carlos telling, "To everybody else he's this picture of Mr. Macho, but behind closed doors..." and Carlos' inference told the rest.
"Noooooo!" Kyle said.
It was common knowledge between the two, but still Kyle didn't believe Francesco's jock-laden looks, the tall build, the way he carried himself could be any different, depending on who he was with and where...
"Besides Kyle, you already knew I..."
"I know Carlos. I know you're man-on-top, but.... Francesco. He's so...."
Then Carlos broke down and told, "He's such an awesome cocksucker, you wouldn't believe and..."
And Kyle was feeling sooo horny already....
"Damn! Francesco had me folded in half for what seemed like an hour, his tongue working underneath my balls..."
"How far underneath?" Kyle asks, wondering how many inches past Carlos' two low-hangers.
"Far!" Carlos replied, laughing it off.
"Oh man! You got it made Carlos!" Then another curiousity, "Um, is he like.... tight?"
It's another detail Kyle didn't get to find out, with Ellis showing up. "Hi guys. Sorry I'm late!" And before Kyle could tell him, Ellis says, "Um, I see you have a truck outside?"
"Oh yeah!" Kyle exclaimed. "C'mon guys," he called out to Carlos and Ellis. "I almost forgot! The most important thing!"
Ellis' lending a hand wasn't going to waste. What Kyle almost forgot, was something relating to his beloved. Stashed in the bottom of the small closet in the guest room, he handed a heavy box to Carlos, "Can you handle it?"
Carlos replies, "Well I'm not a body-builder like Francesco, but..." he took the box with the sewing machine in it, the one his good friend, Martha had suggested buying Alex for his birthday.
"Need help?" Ellis says, going for a corner of the box.
"Great. Thanks," Carlos replies, Ellis taking the whole box like it was full of helium balloons.
Carlos and Kyle looked at one another and shrugged shoulders, unbelieving that a stocky, five foot, nine inch dude had enough muscle to lift the hundred-and-something pound box.
"No problem whatsoever!" Ellis replies, walking out of the guest room, showing the two the answer to the look on their faces.
"He was playing us up," Kyle mentions to Carlos.
In turn, Carlos relays, "Yeah, the way I was playing you up?"
"Whaaaa?" Kyle questions Carlos, staring him in the face. "What do you mean playing `me' up?"
Laughing out loud, Carlos says, "I love watching you get horny when I'm talking about Francesco and me."
"You mean none of what you said is true? Francesco never sucked your cock? He never licked under your balls? He never..."
"Oh! All of that is true! Believe me. I had such a fantastic... never mind that part. It was just fun making it sensationalized, so you could..."
Kyle got the message, Carlos wanting him to get built up', down yonder'. "Um, I'm still a little hard?" He thens hands Carlos another box.
"What's this?"
Before Kyle got the answer out, Ellis was back.
"Another ball-buster?" Ellis asks.
Kyle and Carlos look at each other and thinking on their own terms, of the conversation which just took place, they crack up in laughter.
"Huh?"
"We'll explain it to you sometime, Ellis," Kyle clues him in.
The three walk out to the limo with boxes up to their pecs, handing each one to Ellis as he deposits them in the trunk. It was a good thing after all, Ellis showing up. It became unnecessary for Kyle to bring the car out, Ellis fitting the small entourage in the limo, Francesco and Carlos following behind in the truck.
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Barely ten seconds out of the townhouse and up pulls Knapp in his BMW, but not alone.
Inside the front door, one of his three guests, David, exclaims, "What is this? I thought you said it was furnished, Knapp?"
"It..." his jaw still hangs open... "is... was..." and then after a short think on it, "Why that dirty, fuckin', good-for-nothin', son-of-a..."
"No problem," David remarks. "We'll head out tomorrow and pick up some. After the long ride from Jersey I'm kind of famished. Be a dear and a rustle me up something to eat, Knapp?"
"Now wait one minute there, David. I agreed to..."
Then it came to light, not any surprise to Knapp or the other three with him, as to why he had been so grumpy to Scotty and Michael and then later to Alex and his own brother. David snapped his fingers. Immediately, the other two made an advance towards Knapp, each on a side, grabbing Knapp's left and right arms and pinning them behind him. As he spoke, the one called David', took a pair of black gloves out of his pocket and put them on. He made sure the little silver beads on the knucles were spread evenly. "Now, since you're having a tough time adjusting' to your new role Knapp, I'm going to have to leave you with a reminder." And with that, David plowed his right fist into Knapp's gut.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!" Knapp cried out.
It was all the two others, older than Knapp, around mid-30's, could do to keep him from falling forwards.
David further reminded Knapp, "Imagine where you would still be Knapp, if my friend hadn't posted bail for you. Cooped up in that seedy looking jail cell?"
"Ughhhhhhhhhh!" Knapp took another punch to the stomach, this time breaking the bonds of David's two henchmen's grip, doubling over onto the floor.
"Get `em up!" David commanded.
They hoisted Knapp's bod up from the crouched position.
After the first working over, back in Jersey, Knapp had wished he were still in the jail cell in Atlantic City. He regretted over at least four times, starting the fight which landed him in jail. The same amount of times, he lamented on allowing the person who bailed David out, to allow him to do the same for himself. If he had known he was slowly being turned into a `slave' for David, he would have stayed in the cell and rotted! Instead, he was slowly being torn down, owned by David Mandel.
Taking off the gloves, Knapp sighed with relief. But he would have cause to clam up again as David orders, "Luigi... Tony... my hand is tired. Why don't you two put on a little show for me. At the same time maybe Knapp here can learn more about what his place will be?"
One wooden chair was left, so David pulled it aside, sat down in it.
"You hold him," Tony told Luigi.
A bit worn from the two gut-punches, Knapp couldn't fight off Luigi. Besides, even though Knapp was six feet tall, Luigi was taller and wider, a bit of a `bear' figure, not chubby, but rather beefy, an obvious set of biceps underneath the dress shirt.
"Feel free to make him comfortable Tony," David said with a wink.
As Luigi held Knapp in a full nelson, Tony reached forwards, took the collar of the tee shirt Knapp wore and tore it in half down the middle. From yesterday, Knapp's taut abs showed abuse, bruises from David's gloves, supposedly teaching Knapp his place, of how life was and was to become.
"Yeah," Tony played up to what David wanted to hear. Like a thoroughly memorized script, the two exchanged dialogue.
Luigi asks, "His abs like jelly yet, Tony?"
"Oh no," Tony replies, the back of his hand grazing over Knapp's stomach. Then pressing in a little, "Nope! Plenty of action ready to be had from these tight abs!"
He only made it more difficult for himself, not as David put it, `learning his lesson', Knapp responding to Tony's stare in the eyes, spitting at him the face, cussing him out, "You fuckin' bastards!"
As Luigi tightened his grip, pulling Knapps arms backwards, anyone could tell Luigi hit the gym, the way it became a `piece of cake' to squash Knapp's elbows together, restraining him with his arms drawn together, which tensed up Knapp's chest and stomach. Same time, he played the game, telling Knapp, "Now is that any way for you to repay Tony for being so nice to you?"
After wiping the spit off with his right forearm, Tony suspends any gut torment, with intent to build on Knapp's fears.
From the sidelines David provokes, "I wouldn't stand for that if I were you Tony!"
"Oh no," Tony replies, "I'm just getting started. First I'm going to get a little comfortable. I have a feeling it's going to take a long time to break this boy's stubborn attitude." Unbuttoning one cuff, then the other, Tony goes for the knotted tie, loosening it.
Meanwhile, Luigi puts the restraints to Knapp's arms, talks into his ear, not sweet whispers, but harsh ones, prompting Knapp what to expect. "Yeah, you think David's got a heavy hand, wait till you feel Tony's fist, driving it deep into your gut. And after you're on your knees the three of us are going to take full advantage of your tongue and ass..." Laughing hardy, Luigi directs to Tony, "Hurry up Ton... I'm starting to sport a hardon."
"Starting?" Tony laughs as he drops his shirt on the floor. "I've got ten inches all ready for him," he feels up his crotch.
Not being left out with his say, David informs the two, "Don't forget I get first dibs." And meant to traumatize, David says out nice and loud, "Then when I'm finished raping his throat and ass he's all yours!"
"Them words are music to me ears," Tony says with a chuckle. Then, cracking his knuckles, turning his hands inside out to stretch, Tony moves his shoulders around. "I guess I'm as warmed up as I'll get." As a finishing strategy to his warm up, Tony refreshes the position of his hard cock inside his pants.
Too late for regrets, Knapp caves in to his torment, firming up his ab muscles.
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"I thought the lobby was downstairs!" Michael said, exiting the elevator, Ellis holding the door open via a button.
Kyle and Alex laughed.
Scotty looked as equally amazed by the high ceiling and openness. Walking in, he looked up and stepped in a circle to take in the whole picture. Having been there, he comments, "Looks like the inside of Grand Central Station!"
"Not quite," Kyle says, him and Alex giggling at the two guys' reactions.
Then, by Francesco's reaction, "You two look like you've never seen `luxury' before," they knew there was a part of his life story they hadn't been clued into yet.
Even Michael caught on, asking, "And you do?"
"Kind of," Francesco said, cooling his humor.
Obviously Carlos knew why the sad face, skipping over the details and saying, "C'mon. We've got lots to unpack guys."
"Hmm," Alex hums to Kyle, "it'll be your job to get it out of him!"
"Why me?" Kyle questions as he and Alex are the last to get in the elevator.
"Because you and Carlos as palsy-walsie's?"
It was true. Even though both were Carlos' friends, it seems Carlos more gravitated towards Kyle, sharing more with him than Alex, Kyle sharing with Alex thoughts about Carlos which were important, the other comments Kyle keeping to himself. On occasion, Kyle would reveal something he forgot to tell Alex, Alex innocently saying, `Oh? Keeping little secrets from me?'
On the second return trip up the elevator they were joined by Jason and Jarrett. Wondering how they knew where to find them, Jarrett tells, "Vince!"
"Vince?" Alex questions. "Why we haven't heard from Vince since... since... When did we last talk with Vince?" he directs to Kyle.
"He called.. no wait... Desmond called a couple of days ago and said..."
"Desmond?" Jason repeats. "He's the scoundrel who got Vince into trouble!"
Scratching his head, Alex asks, "Um, I think we're missing a whole lot here?"
And even though he was sworn to secrecy, not that Vince told all, Jarrett spilled out the story of Desmond seemingly falling for Vince, taking him to a warehouse, one used to film pornographic movies against a guy's will and cutting the story, the part Vince cut out, told of Vince getting rescued by his `white viking in shining armor'!
And putting the past behind them, Alex makes comment, "So Vince wound up with the good guy anyhow!"
Jarrett puts it, "Yeah, but he says he'll catch you up on the rest of the story another day. Today he said he was too busy to talk with you."
Kyle suggests, "Probably his viking has something to do with it."
All nine stood there in silence, till Alex smiles and announces, "Oh, didn't we forget one little thing, Kyle?"
Ellis and crew look to Kyle for an answer.
Taking Michael's arm in particular, Kyle says, "A little surprise for you Michael." And not to slight the other's interest, "For all of us."
Ellis Sinkler knew, but kept his cool. After all, it was his Uncle Swifty who had his finger in the doings which would bring about the the surprise-makings. On needles and pins he followed Kyle, dragging Michael along by the arm, the others following, Jarrett and Jason on the tail-end with Ellis.
"Surprise!"
"Hi guys," the solemn voice said, giving a wave and a crinkle to his lips.
Mouth wide open, jaw dropped, Michael exclaims, "Darryl what are `you' doing here?"
"Don't come any closer!" Darryl said, his hand fashioned as a stop sign.
Kyle, still latched onto Michael, keeps him from assaulting Darryl with a hug.
"Sorry, but doc's orders," Alex clues him and the others in, "Nobody can touch Darryl till he's kind of healed up."
Then feeling melancholy, Michael breaks down to tears, telling, "I'm so sorry what happened to you Darryl."
Instead of turning to Kyle, Scotty steps forward, taking his boyfriend in his arms, giving him a shoulder to cry on. "It's okay babe," Scotty softly coos him to calmness.
A bit teary-eyed himself, Darryl says, "What happened to me wasn't anything to do with being your fault Michael."
Alex put it, "Yeah. Darryl being a hero... well if he wanted to, it's `his' problem!"
"Wise, Alex," Kyle said it a nicely as possible, telling him he goofed.
"Oh. Sorry Darryl," Alex apologized.
But good-naturedly, Darryl says, "Yeah. My problem. I should've left Michael pinned under the cabinet to fry with the clams!"
"Wow!" Jason says. "I never met a hero before!"
Then the conversation split, between Jason and Jarrett getting firsthand account of the ordeal from Darryl, Ellis, Francesco, Carlos and Alex hanging in on the conversation and Kyle drawing his attention to Michael and Scotty.
With authority, Kyle tells, "Michael you've got so much going for you. Look at you and Scotty."
Michael took his head off of Scotty's wet shoulder and looked into his eyes. "I know."
"And Darryl just being here, doesn't it prove he's getting better?"
"I guess," Michael replied to Kyle. "But who's going to take care of him?" And then instantly, a second later, "I could take care of him?"
"There's going to be a nurse staying with us for awhile," Kyle states. "He'll be here day and night for awhile, just until Darryl is feeling himself again."
Then, migrating to the small enclave around Darryl, Michael pours his heart out once again. Joking, Darryl says, "Oh man, if I gotta put up with you, I think I'd rather be back in the hospital!" It wasn't meant as unkind and those who heard it, including Michael, took it off the cuff.
"I promise I won't be a pain in the ass," Michael guaranteed.
Maybe a dropped hint, whatever, Darryl replies, "Yeah. We'll leave that up to Jake Miller!"
Of course, they knew a nurse was going to be staying with Darryl, just not his name. Not that of Jake Miller. And after Darryl's comment, there ensued a battle of who's joke was better than the one preceeding it!
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"That's enough for now Tony," David said after Tony's fist landed for the twelfth or fifteenth time, packed into Knapp's stomach like a battering ram. Then with his pants and briefs at his ankles, David still stroked up his thick, ten inch tool as he instructed, "Luigi, go scout around for a bed." And to Tony, "Get him stripped down Tony. I don't know how long I can hold this after the hot workover you gave him."
While Tony kicked Knapp's bod over, gently nudging him with the toe of his shoe, one removed the remainders of the torn tee shirt. Over on his back, Tony smiled, watching Knapp's chest rise and fall, winded from the gut-punching. "Oh man... can't wait to get you all to myself sometime," Tony says, rubbing his hand over Knapp's chest, following the dark trail down his bruised abs. Reaching his pants, Tony sets to it, unbuckling Knapp's belt, unfastening the button which makes his pants cling to his torso. Unzipping, Tony reaches in and tests Knapp's orbs. "Mmmmm, nice and full. Can't wait til David gives me the go ahead to have some fun with these. Yeah, you just wait boy. You'll learn. Won't be long til David tires of you and moves on. But don't you worry... ol' Tony'll be here to take care of your needs!"
Hearing the laughter, David moves over to where Tony is peeling Knapp's pants from around his ankles. "Might be as soon as tonight," David informs him.
"Oh? How's that go boss?" Standing, Tony's hands tug at Knapp's jeans, pulling them off. All that remains on his bod are Knapp's briefs, pulled just below his knees.
"On our way in here, I saw a cute number next door, peeking out the window. I have a sneaky suspicion he was checking me out."
Well, it could have been the high school senior next door, Adam Blair was checking any one of them out.
"Hmm, you want Luigi and me to check him out while you're having your fun with this piece of meat?"
"Nah. We've got time."
"Hey guys!" Luigi calls from the loft. "They forgot to take the bed!"
In reality, there wasn't any way to get the bed from the loft to the ground floor, except to chuck it over. When delivered, it was built after being brought up there, in pieces.
"Get'm up Tony. Hurry. I need a warm ass to park my tool."
"C'mon, bitch!" Tony yelled at Knapp, kicking him in the ribs.
"Ughhhh!" Knapp responded, holding his side and rolling over to the other side.
"I didn't kick you that hard bitch!" Then without further comment, Tony got Knapp half up, Luigi joining him in uprighting Knapp's limp bod, the two forcing him up the circular staircase. The whole time, pressing Knapp to climb each wrought iron step, Tony's harrassing him, "Yeah, you just wait til after David splits your ass wide open. Going to finish where he left off. After I impale your throat boy, gonna plow your ass til the cows come home!"
There was nothing Knapp could do or say. Knowing the townhouse like the back of his hand, Knapp knew his last and only chance was try to make a run for the jon, lock himself inside. As he did, Tony's arm caught him by the wrist, "Oh no you don't, you little bitch!" Swinging him around, Tony planted his fist once again in the middle of his sixpack, or what was left of it.
"Ughhhhhhh!" Knapp grunted out loud, doubling over.
"Keep it up," Tony laughed, "Felt damn good!"
"You can have your fun later, Tony. Get him on the bed!"
With that, Luigi and Tony grabbed Knapp under the arms and tossed his bod, faced down on the bed.
"Luigi, hold his arms... Tony, spread those legs!"
It went quick, David all stroked up to the full ten inches. He yelled out, "Stretch him farther Tony!"
"He's at the max, boss!"
Taking it as insuboordination, David remarks, "You want my ten inches in you, Tony?"
Stripped down, Tony's cock lay in the small of Knapp's back, as his hands clenched at his legs. Pulling on them harder elicited a cry of pain from Knapp.
Nothing could compare though as the tip of David's cock pressed past the ring of fire, causing Knapp to scream out in pain and terror as David forced himself deep inside. His threat made reality, David worked Knapp's ass hard, widening his ass canal with each exit, pounding his heavy meat back in.
Smiling, Tony slowly allowed Knapp's legs to relax, though it was a tough chore for Knapp to do so, what with ten inches of primed cut stabbing him in the ass. "Hey, Luigi, you up for a blowjob? I think it's gonna be awhile before I stuff this boy's ass."
Luigi licked his lips, he too relaxing his hands which helped to restrain Knapp's bod.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....