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Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well, well, well... I see you're having no problem picking up men?" Erik looking about the hallway, furthers, "And where's your little pee-on buddy?" His eyes stop, not at Seth, but his companion. Settling on the chest 'cut-outs', Erik freely feels up Doug's nips, "Somebody had some fun with these!"
Seth was ready to say something, but instead, Steve Cavazos steps in, swipes Erik's hands away, saying, "You want to knock it off, buddy?"
It made Seth smile, laugh internally, the portrait of Erik's face, showing the audacity of Steve's actions.
Clearing matters up, Seth says, "This is Steve Cavazos and my friend, Doug Flom."
Putting out his hand, Steve didn't readily take it, Erik saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Steve," said like he was kissing up to 'security'.
And before Steve can grab it, Doug sees opportunity knocking, taking Erik's hand for himself, saying, "I'm Doug Flom. Should I call you 'Erik', or 'Master Erik', or plain ole 'sir', Erik?"
Steve exclaims, "Doug?"
But Seth rationalizes for him, "It's okay Steve. Erik might look mean, but he wouldn't hurt a flea."
"Oh," Doug sounded disappointed.
Steve felt somewhat relieved, but still had his doubts about the dark-haired, chaps-dressed dude who happened upon the threesome in the hallway.
Seeing the humor of it, Doug's reaction, Seth says for his new friend's benefit, "Unless you give Erik a reason to 'want to be' mean?"
So, the two paired off natural-like, Seth giving Steve a confident feeling Erik would not bring harm to Doug, unless it was through mutual understanding.
Doug asks rather freely, "Do you like to give pain, Erik?"
Having flashbacks to the mining operation, it was an understatement, in Erik's mind. For him, it was a 'paycheck', torturing men. However, in this different environment he knew the direction from which Doug's question was coming, so corresponded, "It can turn me on. What happened to your chest?"
Again, Doug covered all bases, telling of his experiences with Thoer.
Before he came to the lucrative mining operation, Erik had an extensive background in 'bdsm' play. The day he signed up, it was a dream job for him and actually in place as the ruler of his own dungeon was an awesome experience he hoped would last a lifetime. But it didn't and now he missed the practice. Fortunately, except for the other three involved, Erik was free and clear to restart life. As Doug spelled out his experience with Thoer, Erik slowly forgot about Bo tied to the bed and the 'straight security guard'. "So where is this Thoer now?" Erik asks.
He had spoken about Seth taking him on, so Doug reports, "Last time we saw him, he was in the lounge. Why?"
"I think maybe Thoer and I should meet!"
Doug sensed something here. At first, when they split from Seth and Steve, he thought Erik had intentions of having a fun evening together. However, the mention of Thoer, taking him in, torturing his nips, then ditching him, Doug knew it didn't sit right with Erik. Right now Doug was concerned with his own fun for the evening, but along the way he didn't mind a detour, especially from Erik's vantage point!
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"Do you mind if I walk around with you tonight, Steve?"
Steve inquires, "You're not interested in picking up some little trick to have some fun with his bod?" Testing, Steve didn't really think it the case!
Perhaps Seth came into this area of the country as a meek and mild teenager, but from the past few days he's wised up quite rapidly. Too, taking whomever came first, he thought he was falling for Erik, a twenty-eight year old, then Jake, at nineteen, now he was being associated with Steve and already noted him being at least five years older than his eighteen years. His reply, "I'm not really into all this stuff. You Steve?"
As they loitered in the hallway, "I wasn't until I was on the job. I mean, don't get me wrong, but I could probably get into being stripped, tied eagle-spread down to a bed and made to suck some dude's cock?" He was throwing out the fishing line with baited hook, hoping for a bite!
He could just tell! Steve's cocky smile saying it all, Seth in reply, a giggle of sorts attached, "I'd rather you thought maybe it would happen the other way around Steve. 'You' going for some other guy's 'worm'?"
Eye to eye became something else, Steve dropping his to Seth's crotch, saying, "Um, would that hook be baited with a worm or snake?"
Gesturing with his hand, Seth replies, "I'll never tell!"
"Are you playing hard to get?" Steve accusses.
"Me Steve?" Seth replies. And said light-heartedly, "Like Steve, you're almost 'begging' me to tie you down to the bed, sit on your chest and feed you my 'boa constrictor'!"
As if picturing an ice cream log, Steve smacks his lips, saying, "Mm-m-m...."
Not sure, Seth thinks Steve is like wanting this to happen, and game to it, because secretly he kind of likes the cute, playful attitude, "When does this place close?" He looks around the cavernous hallway, his eyes settling on Steve's face.
"Oh we've got plenty of time. Not for another four hours."
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"There's Thoer at the bar," Doug says. "Looks like he's trying to hook up with another 'victim'."
A cocky grin formed on Erik's face. Right away he felt a disturbance between his legs, setting his eyes on the tall blond, with Norse features. After what Doug has told about Thoer, it gives him an idea on a proper greeting. Walking right up to almost behind him, Erik asks in a hefty tone, "You Thoer?"
Turning his attention from the young redheaded kid to his side, Thoer replies to Erik, "Who-the-fuck wants to know?"
Placing a hand in greeting status, Erik states, "I hear you're the top master around here?"
From a serious manner, to one of high ego, Thoer returns, "You heard right." Then, seeing Doug, "I thought I told you to scram?" He turns and steps down from the bar and all in one swoop gut-punches Doug. "That'll teach ya to do what you're told boy!"
Erik cuts in, "Not such a wise thing to do to another man's property?"
"You?" Thoer laughs, then justifies, "He's tainted goods, unless you haven't taken a good look at the boy's chest?"
It's all Erik had to hear, knowing the history of how Doug 'got' the pink nips. Catching Thoer in the middle of getting his jollies, Erik draws back his arm and plunges his fist deep into Thoer's midsection.
Conversation seemed to come to a standstill after Thoer heaved out a hefty, "Hough-h-h!" Not put down, but doubled over, the twenty-one year old, looking older, gasped for air.
Not done yet, Erik slapped Thoer against the chest with the brunt of his forearm, straigthening him up, which set him up for another gut punch.
"Shit!" Rung out thoughtout the lounge, along with some guy commenting, "Damn, did you see what that dude did to Thoer?".
Erik laughs as Thoer caves in, falling to his knees, clutching his gut. His boot almost in Thoer's face, "Ready to give me a shoe-shine boy?"
"Problem here?" Steve asks, Seth in the wings.
"Oh no, not at all officer!" Erik says, giving Steve a wink.
But Steve had a job to do, so directs, not at Erik, "Thoer, this is the second time tonight you've caused a disturbance. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Standing, a hand against his pink abs, Thoer replies, "You and who's army are gonna make me?"
Erik was loving the attitude and not caring what army was going to show up, he says, "I'll handle this Steve."
But he wasn't quick enough, Thoer lurching forward, his knee high, hitting Erik right between the legs.
"Oh shit Erik!" Doug exclaims.
Seeing Erik go down, Thoer makes the mistake of turning his back on 'the problem' and going after Doug, "I thought I told you to get the fuck outta here boy!" Giving him the same as he dished out to Erik, Thoer puts his hands on Doug's shoulders and knees him between the legs. Immediately he picks him up by the scalp and fists his gut, not once, but twice.
At first, Steve and Seth pay attention to Erik, but when Thoer goes off on Doug, Steve tries intervening. It was an accident, but by all standards, it would be called assault, Thoer's gut-punch to Doug, his elbow catching Steve between the ribs. Of course, Thoer's calling his accidental shot to Steve, "Fuck you!" and laughing it off, would lend creedance to the sketical nature of the dastardly deed later on.
As if a ping pong match, the dude Thoer was conversing with tried to keep up with who was on what side. For certain, he figured Thoer was acting alone and could use a hand. However, being a criminial justice major at the local college and on assignment to check out the environs of 'the Cave', he saw no allegiance to anything other than doing the right thing. Even though Thoer and this kid, 'Doug' seemed relatively in the same aged bracket, Thoer towered over him in both height and muscle. Too, being no one else, other than this tall, hairy, leather dude and the security guard, now out of commission, he figured 'somebody' better intervene before Thoer 'kills' this 'Doug-dude'. Dumping a tray of beer mugs on the floor, he says, "Excuse-me-excuse-me-excuse-me," through the crowd and in the nick of time, as Thoer is about to plow his fist into Doug's gut for the fourth time, he holds up the tray!
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"Ah, this is going to be so much fun!" Ali says, with Billy's belt wrapped around his fist, all the way up to the buckle. Holding a lighter under the buckle, he toasts it. Several times he curses, having to flick the doused lighter.
Moaning from his injuries, the belt once panned over his chest and stomach, Billy begs with fear, "No Ali... please don't fuckin' do this!"
He only laugher, saying, "You wait... wait till when I drop this hot buckle on your pec. 'Then' you will have something to cry about!" He laughed as if it were a joke.
But the last laugh was on Ali, as a grouping of law enforcement rushes the motel room, Ali dropping the lighter and as he gets up, forgets about the hot buckle, it branding his own hand!
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"Good... work," Steve says, trying to get up.
Erik, on his feet, says to Steve, "The bartender dialed 911. You better stay put. Looks like you might have a busted rib." From Steve, Erik approaches Doug, handing out the same advice, "You too!"
"I'm fine," Doug replies. But he wasn't.
Seeing the quick-acting dude from the bar fussing over Doug, he awards him, "Good move on your part. You probably saved Doug's life."
"My duty," he eyes Erik up and down, "I was just doing the correct thing." Then offering his hand, "I'm Patrick Blake. I'm a criminal justice major from the local college."
Erik knew Patrick was fishing for a name, so shook his hand, "Erik Verbruge. Right now I'm in between jobs."
"You handled yourself very well, Erik."
He knew the college dude was flirting, but as the scene dictated, "If you hadn't noticed, Thoer here planted his knee between my legs? I was down on my knees cuddling my balls?"
"Oh," Patrick says, like Erik really wasn't in the 'hero' position. He compromised, "Well, at least you made the effort to confront Thoer, on..." he stalled, "His name is Doug, right?"
"Right," Erik replies. And as he saw it, "And I hardly believe you did this solely out of an act of 'duty'?"
Patrick then explains how he came to 'the Cave' tonight on a personal assignment, to find out about the place and why men spend money to 'hurt' and 'be hurt'. In conversation with Thoer, he learned how this man had no restrictions of hurting guys for both of their pleasure. He bragged about what he's done to guys, most recently putting on display a young guy, tied down and the pleasure of not only himself, but some willing viewers, branded a guy's nips with spoons, dipped in hot water. He knew he cringed upon hearing it, but seeing 'Doug', his chest, felt bad seeing the guy this horrific torture done to, in the flesh.
His job, it was one thing, but as Erik explains the 'fun' aspects of bdsm, "I've always played fair." Then he changes direction, "Dudes like Thoer don't have place being here, when they have no intentions of playing fairly."
With mind towards his research, but also a thirst for knowledge, Patrick asks, "Oh, so 'if' a guy asked to have something done to him, then it would be legal?"
A little lost, Erik asks, "You mean about the branding?"
"Exactly, but other stuff too?"
Curious, Erik asks, "By the way Patrick, exactly how did you think you were going to get your information tonight?"
Smiling, the twenty year old replies, "I thought... if I found a decent guy, one I could trust, I would dabble in some of this myself. However, after meeting the likes of Thoer here," Thoer now cuffed, hands behind his back, "I think maybe my research is going to be left to online references."
They watched as Steve was helped out of the lounge.
Seth asks, "Alright if I go with Steve, Erik?"
Patrick asks, "Is he?" He was also wondering about the master-slave thing!
"I'll catch up with you later," Erik replies to Seth and then to Patrick, "No, Seth is not my boyfriend or 'boy'!"
Doug was taken out on a stretcher and after 'the mess' was cleaned up, the 'straight' security guard addresses Erik, "By the way, I went to find Bo and 'found him'," he eyes up Patrick.
Erik, not caring what Patrick knows or doesn't know, responds, "Did you untie him?"
Patrick did show some interest.
"No," Todd says, "his ass looked 'too good' to pass up an opportunity!"
They exchanged smiles, Patrick wondering, 'What?'
Todd asks, "I checked with the owner and if you're up to it, he authorized you putting in a few hours 'watching the place' while Steve is being checked out at the hospital?"
"This is perfect!" Patrick inadvertently helped Erik make up his mind. "While you're playing security guard, you can help me with my research. What could be better?"
Smiling, looking at Patrick, Erik could think of a few things which could be better than playing nursemaid to a cave full of roleplayers!
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"So now..... what do we do with you?"
Billy froze. He thought he just got through with one terror and here he was beseiged, still tied tautly to the bed. "What are you gonna do with me?"
He had excused the other law enforcement agents, them carting Ali away in cuffs. As he unbuttons the cuffs of his navy blue shirt, he sums up, "I must admit I found your story quite entertaining?"
"I told you," Billy says, "I was hitching a ride and this dude then says he'll give me fifty bucks to fuck me. I get in the room, he overpowers me, ties me to the bed and then tortures me. You saw him. He was ready to brand me on the chest with the belt buckle?"
"Brand you on the chest... yeah, that part I believe."
In his predicament, Billy wondered, "Hey, how come they didn't untie me from the bed? Don't you think they're wondering?" Billy sure was wondering. Wondering why they busted into the room, took out Ali, but left him tied eagle-spread to the bed. Too, he was inquisitive to his welfare, seeing the sheriff strip his shirt off, followed by his pants.
"They do what they're told. Besides, I told them I'd bring you in later." And snidely the sheriff says, "If I feel reason to do so!"
When Ali was readying to further torture Billy, he had retied his ankles. Now, the sheriff was untying them. Completely in the buff, he knelt on the bed and like reclining to sleep for the night, lay right next to Billy, sweeping a hand over his chest.
"Ooh-h-h!" Billy exclaimed.
"Sorry," the sheriff showed the first sign of kindness, remorseful over the redness of Billy's skin.
Though, Billy wasn't falling for it, not while his wrists still remained tethered to the head of the bed.
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'Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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