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, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences 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. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life.
ROAD TRIP for old times sake wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Why did you stop, Mario?" Flip asks, as the cop hovers above the teen's stiff cock.
"Because you said you were getting close."
Perplexed, the college swim-jock's face showed his puzzlement, asking, "Yeah, so?"
"Move over," Mario said, his bod falling, back against the mattress, trying to fit his hundred and seventy-eight pound bod between Flip's arm and the edge of the bed.
For a moment, silence filled the gap between spoken words, both looking up at the ceiling, til Flip nudged Mario's arm, asking, "So what's up?"
Turning on his side, facing Flip, Mario's left elbow plunged into the soft bed, resting his head on his palm. As he spoke, his free hand fell to the eighteen year old's smooth chest. Realising he might have overstepped boundaries, he lifted it up.
"It's okay," Flip said, looking at the palm rising off his chest. "I mean... if you want to... um, you could leave it there." Flip did some rearranging of his own, his right hand diving under Mario's left armpit, up to mid-arm. "That okay?" He asked of the twenty-nine year old cop. It also left the smallest gap between hairy and smooth chests. Noticing how sensuous it felt, Flip moved his whole body to his right, til he could feel the brown hair against his smooth skin. This also gave Mario no place but Flip's bod to rest his hand.
When Mario sensed the pleasure Flip was getting out of his hand traversing the teen's pecs and stomach, he ventured to change from a handrub to wet tongue. His intentions to converse with Flip would have to wait!
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It was the first time Anthony ever hung upsidedown from his ankles and even though he now stood on solid ground, he remained a little unsteady at first at keeping his balance. He couldn't see anything, being confined to a world of darkness behind the black leather hood, but he could still hear. Anthony's cock started pulsing when he heard Miguel's voice, saying something about a college student' being brought inside the station. He had a flashback to what Roberto had mentioned about Miguel tying two college dudes, face to face and hoisting them up. I'll be doggone', Anthony thought to himself, when a bare body slapped up against his own, his own cuffed wrists being coupled with another set. It was like a dream come true, thinking about a guy younger than himself, paired up with his chest, stomach and pubes, about to be hoisted up together as one slab of meat.
"I think we could do something about these?"
One hand, fondling two sets of hairy balls, set off the two bondage victims in moaning. Unbeknownst to the two, their visual world sealed off behind leather coverings, neither could sense the excitement as Miguel smiled, his hand on the codpiece of his chaps, stirring up a hot feeling within. Taking the smile as a go ahead, Tino bent down, knelt on the floor and began untying the lace from his leather boot. Sure, he could have found something to torment the two, but it seemed more personal, erotic, to settle for his own personal belonging.
"Before you get started, try these on for size?"
Tino knew Miguel didn't mean himself, as Miguel held out his palm, tabling some torture-ware.
"Nice idea," Tino said of the two sets of alligator clamps, welded back to back so the biting ends could torture two nips at once, right nip to the other victim's left nip. "Your own invention?"
"Yeah," Miguel responded, adding, "bet you didn't know I had such a devious mind?"
"On the contrary," the twenty-four year old med student replies, "I find it highly..." his hand rubs his crotch, "erotic?"
"Why don't you find out?" Miguel pushes Tino's buttons, picking up the other set of melded together alligator clamps, joining it with the first set in his fellow dungeon-master's hand. Before setting him to work on Anthony and his matched up bondage mate, Miguel pulls something out of his pocket. "And before you start their pecs on fire..."
Tino was curious to the piece of wood Miguel held in his hand, asking, "Another one of your dreamed up tortures, I take it?"
Instead of answering verbally, Miguel pried apart the two naked men, separating them enough to place one end of the two inch dowel stick in Anthony's navel.
"What tha?" Tino says, tall enough to gaze over Miguel's shoulder.
Miguel's answer was to break out in a devious laughter. At the same time, Anthony elicits a moan, his hooded head dropping back as if being cock-stroked. As Miguel forces the stick inwards, he places the other end in the opposite navel. Another groan is heard, but more of a painful tone as Miguel lets the two bods closeup the gap, engulfing the visible part of the wooden dowel stick between. Like forcing a cock up an ass, Anthony arches his back, pressing his abs forwards, trying to get the utmost benefit of pleasure from the insertion. What neither anticipates, nor can see, is Miguel stepping back, stroking the leather codpiece, stimulating his hidden cock and balls.
"Nice," Tino says, again in english so the two can understand the pleasure he is feeling from their `misery'. To warm up the end of one side of the alligator clamps, Tino rubs it on Anthony's nip. "How about a double whammy?" He asks Miguel, who is only too overjoyed to take the other set of clamps and stand to the other side of the two bondage-boys, hanging by their arms.
Following Tino's lead Miguel rubs the alligator clamp over Anthony's bondage-mates nip, producing extreme pangs of pleasure from his lips.
"I hope these have been sterilized," Tino questions Miguel, his innate quest to make sure things are done in a cleanliness manner.
"First time I use them amigo! But you know I am safe."
"Ready?" is Tino's reply, edging Miguel on to follow his direction.
Holding one set in his hands, Tino pinches down on the opposite end of the jaws, opening the mouth of the metal serrated edges. Slowly, he forces the nip meat of Anthony's left pec inside, along with the meaty part of the other captives nip. "Wait for my signal," Tino tells Miguel.
At the same moment, the alligator's jaws surrounding both pairs of nips, Tino senses the tenseness of the two hanging slaves. Smiling, he nods his head to Miguel.
Muffled sounds are heard inside the masks, but unmistakenly the roars of pain a man produces when metal teeth are digging into their flesh. Accompanying the painful singing, Miguel voices his opinion on how hot the scene is, the two bodies thrashing around til they learn stillness is a key in keeping there nips from being stretched and tormented. At the same time, taking the lace he stashed in between his beltline and flesh, Tino proceeds to tie it around Anthony's ballsacs. In doing so, it makes him smile when wetness is bubbling out of both men's cocks, coating the back of his hands. After dividing Anthony's balls with the leather bondage tool, he tightly cinches both captive's ballsacs together, almost overwhelmed by the lubricating juice. With five inches leftover, Tino winds it up and around both cocks, melding them as one, tying a simple knot under the flange of both fucking tools.
"Want to give them a yank?" Tino calls out to Miguel.
Moans of pleasure and groans of pain are a constant factor in the two as Miguel yanks on the rope attached to a pulley, four leather cuffs dragging bodies upwards, tippee-toes barely touching the cement floor. New pangs of pleasure and pain erupt as bodies are forced together, the dowel putting pressure on two stomachs, two sets of nips moving about, encased in shards of metal, balls stretching to keep their bods from moving away from each other.
Lastly, Tino holds out implements, saying to Miguel, "Pick one."
Choosing the leather strap, a whipping implement resembling a wide belt, he leaves the multi-fronds of a flogger, in Tino's hand, cautioning, "Not too much, Tino."
In response, Tino smiles, saying, "I know. You don't want Roberto bashing your balls in!" Standing there, looking at Anthony's already pink back, signs of the few lashes he took in the ring, Tino smiles, saying to himself, `you're going to love this, Anthony'. The sound of a crack of the strap can be heard, both bodies swinging, renewed pain and pleasure evoked, as nips pull against clips, stomachs feel a stabbing pain and private parts strain against tight leather rope bondage.
Miguel would only let one man get away with raising their voice to him, as Tino shouts, "Take it easy, huh?"
"Did I do that a little too hard?" Miguel asks, not really meaning what he asked, a smile gracing his lips.
With a returned smile, Tino replies, "Just take it easy", not commenting on the harsh fling of the lash, but rather slightly swinging bods.
Reducing the length of the strap by doubling it in half, Tino begins Anthony's torture by swinging the flogger in a circular motion, slapping the fronds against his upper right shoulderblades, then left, alternating. After the first set, not counting, but sensing enough, Tino gives it a rest.
"Finished?" Miguel pauses to ask.
"Oh no. I've only begun to warm up this slaveboy's back!"
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"I changed my mind, babe."
Robbie immediately does a half sit up, parking his elbows in the mattress, his abs becoming taut as he smiles across his pubes at Barry, hovering over the dark brown kinky-haired mass surrounding his tall cock, to himself then uttering the same, "That didn't take long!"
All it took for Barry to realize he wasn't into being a cocksucker was taking one swipe of his tongue over Robbie's cock-tip, to figure out he was destined to `top-dom'.
"I hope I didn't get you too excited?" Barry asks, as the two changed places, Robbie getting up and assuming the doggie position, Barry sinking into the mattress.
"It's okay," Robbie replies, asking, "But I can see it really wasn't turning you on, huh?"
"I hurt your feelings?" Is the first thing Barry can think of, toying with his semi-hard tool.
"Nah. But I know a way for you to make it up to me?"
Barry was all ears, but his eyes picked up the response, as his eighteen year old lover slowly lowered elbows, slid his legs out from under himself, opened wide as if everything was falling into place, his lips surrounding Barry's 9.5c of partially erect meat. Slowly, as Robbie became relaxed, so did Barry, soft moans filling the room. Looking up, Robbie smiled and felt great to awesome inside, by hearing and seeing his cocksucking talents being well-received.
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"I'd say that's enough fun for one day?" Tino's hand gliding over Anthony's red, almost glowing back.
A point well-taken by both leather-tops, noting the wet floor under the two bottom boys, trussed up in leather cuffs. Then, the conversation reverted back to hispanic chatter, the two trying to determine how to handle dismantling their fine bondage work and torture tooling. A start was Miguel, hand over hand, lowering the two. In doing, Tino made mention to Miguel, his handiwork at whipping a back without causing major or permanent welts. On the other hand, no matter how tame Tino lashed his victim, Miguel had plenty to say about the possibility of his brother exploding over the sight of the slighest imperfection on Anthony's skin. Tino actually smiled, getting a kick out of Miguel's worrying as he slowly began to untie the lace around the two cocks. To their victims' benefit, Tino said in English, "I can't believe how much they enjoyed this."
Breaking out of his worrying stage, where he was rambling on about Roberto holding him responsible for any harsh abrasions on Anthony's bod, it was Tino who interrupted his train of thought, upon mentioning how much seepage the two had, literally coating their hairy balls. Tino cautioned, "Watch your step there. You know how slippery this stuff gets , when it hits the floor," he measured the slimy viscosity between his thumb and finger. At the same time the tip of Tino's boot skated around in a circle, showing Miguel something he already knew. Psychologically, Tino was making his bondage-boys aware of the fact they had bled so much manjuice, again toying with the concept of pain bringing out the pleasure in a man.
Both got a laugh, Tino paving the way, as he unwound their cocks, then with a rip of the leather lace watched balls in motion as the leather bondage implement untwined. Of course that's not how the two owners perceived it, wailing inside their black leather hoods.
"Your turn with their navels," Tino was sure to raise the decibel levels, so the two heard the next order of business.
Anthony's turn came first, as Miguel slid his hand in between, pressing against the `other' man's stomach, while holding on to the middle of the dowel stick.
"Sweet!" Tino commented, a hand on his codpiece as he heard Anthony tough it out when the dowel came out from deep within his bellyhole.
"Mercy?" Miguel questioned Tino, with his hand gripping the dowel stick, readying to retrieve it from the opposite stomach.
Tino responds, "You're joking, right?"
With a quick jerk, the dowel pulled right out of the other man's navel, Miguel accidentally jabbing Anthony in the stomach.
"Very sweet!" Tino replies, approaching one side of the dual-hanging bondage slaves. "Now for some `real' torture."
All Anthony could think about, at the sound of Tino's words are, `What could be worse?', until he felt a hand touch the nip torturing device clinging to his left pec, the same feeling on the right side of his chest.
"On the count of three," Tino said, though the look he gave Miguel made him grin. What a dirty trick! After the count of two, fingers and thumbs clamped down on the tiny handles of the alligator clips, freeing up both victim's nipmeat.
Their bods bucked so much, their cock and balls dueled to the rhythm of the pain shooting through their bods.
"Now for the final punishment!" Tino spoke, assuming the role he adopted two hours ago, headmaster, dictating how the scene went.
When both bodies descended from their hanging position, the two felt unsteady on their feet. It was a good opportunity, well thought of ahead of time, to keep the two victims from touching themselves. In a matter of seconds, cuffs became unhooked from the long lines of rope which kept them suspended and wrists immediately drawn behind their back. With ordinary connectors, wrists were brought together behind backs, fastened in place. With care, but not with too much kindness, the two were walked over to the bondage table. All the time the two leathermen exchanged thoughts in their native tongue. Then for their gringo-slave's benefit, they heard, "Anthony's gonna really love this!" Miguel said. "Guaranteed," Tino answered in praise, "both are going to really suffer!"
Propping Anthony's jewels right up against the foot of the bondage table, his cuffs were unfastened, reapplied above his head, his arms stretched far above his head, fastened to a rope which stretched the length of the table, anchoring his bod unmovable. Miguel smiled at Tino, when he reached under the table, between Anthony's legs. "Don't want any damage done!" At the same time, Tino added to Anthony's misery, giving his stiff 9.5c a few strokes. Removing his hand, Tino proceeded to their other victim, using the goo to grease up his already dripping cock. Unlike Anthony, Tino stroked until the other boys' cock was slimy and rock hard.
Part C of their plan was ready to be acted out, as Miguel placed his hand on the top of Anthony's head and from the back of his neck, unzipped the leather hood. It was Anthony's first glimpse of the man who hung chest to chest with him. He couldn't help feeling his sore nips against the leather table, the ache in his gut from being pounded by Alfredo's fists three hours ago, but all that became history as he gazed upon the masked man to the side of him, hairy chest all sweated up, pinks nips showing through the pec-fur, the striped abs, a dark brown fur trail paved down the middle, the big cock, two swollen balls attached underneath. Because Tino was stroking up the hooded man's shaft, thoughts immediately filled Anthony's mind.
"Miguel?" he rendered, putting two and two together... cock and ass equaling `fuck'.
"What?" Miguel nonchalantly answered.
"Don't give me that... what's Roberto going to say?"
Tino lent some words, "This is fantasy roleplay Anthony."
"Not when it's some college frat..." then more defined, "some stranger fucking me!"
Anthony tried his best to thrash around, moving ass from side to side, which irritated the hell out of his cock and balls, slamming up against the bondage table to evade the hard cock standing behind him. At first he thought maybe they were keeping the hood on, to hide Roberto's identity, but the bod didn't match his stringbean lover!
"A little closer," Tino coaxed the hardcock forward. "And a little further..."
Soon the tip of the 10c was touching Anthony's ass crevice, the head sandwiched in between.
"Want to pull his ass apart?" Tino called out to Miguel.
"You bastard!" Anthony called out, watching Miguel walk around the table, to the foot of it, even more peeved by the smile on his brother-in-laws' face. But it calmed Anthony's feeling tremendously when the tip began entering him. The pain gave way to pleasure, as his ass canal began to sense being full-filled. All his gumption to fight wore off as the cock pushed in, slid out, pried Anthony open upon entry. After awhile, Anthony accepted' his fate, enjoying his ass being worked over.
Both Miguel and Tino looked at each other, smiling, sensing part D was due. Tino smiled, recalling the last two and a half hours, part A, Anthony's solo torture, part B, with another stud, C and now, the removing of `fuckmans' hood. As Miguel did his job of removing the hood, Tino slowly pulled the cuffs together behind their victim's back and removed the coupler.
Instead of yanking out and fleeing, he said, "Thanks guys," placing his hands to the sides of Anthony's torso.
"Nicholas?" Anthony shouted out after recognizing the voice. He tried looking over his shoulder. At this point Anthony was totally confused, if not a little dissapointed over not being hooked up with a young college frat.
As if playing Tino's and Miguel's game, Nicholas tells him, "It's what you always wanted, right Anthony?"
It's a fact he couldn't refute. Yet, it kept coming to him, what about Roberto?'. "I don't know. I mean yes'.. I mean... Nicholas, I've got a boyfriend. You've got a boyfriend. What are they going to say about all this?"
Tino and Miguel kind of faded out of sight, leaving the gas station dungeon by way of the back door.
Nicolas went on to explain, "It's what Roberto wanted."
"What Roberto wanted? Are you crazy? He couldn't possibly have said that!" Anthony tried to play it down.
Still, with a small in and out motion, Nicholas tells, "Yeah, well he wanted you to have what you always wanted."
"What I wanted?" Anthony replies, foggy on the ideas.
"About the idea of being coupled up with a college guy?"
"College guy?" Anthony still questioned. "But you're not..."
"Yeah, I know. Like he knows too. Roberto wanted you to experience it, but felt awkward having a stranger... I can't say I was totally sold on the idea when he approached me with it, but...."
Lying down on Anthony's back, forcing his ten inches in deeper, his hairy chest falling to the red back, arms spreading out, pairing with Anthony's, Nicholas lay the facts out, "He did it because he loves you so much, Anthony."
It took a minute to sink in, the two arriving, Roberto making excuse to go to the foodmarket, not returning, leaving him in the hands of his brother. It began to piece together, except the part about nearly getting beaten to death by Alfredo, but the big clencher was being hauled up, arms over head, body literally attached by toys, with another guy. He slowly started buying Nicholas' explanation. A question remained, "But you're not into being tortured, Nicholas?"
"In my own right, there's one guy who loves you more than Roberto."
Thinking about it from that angle, confusion began entering Anthony's brain.
"Now, why don't we wind up this fantasy roleplaying before our boys head back this way?"
Except for the expected moaning and groaning, from both counterparts, not much was said. Neither put up an ounce of fighting, going with the movement of Nicholas' tool in and out of Anthony's ass, as the two fucked around for close to an hour. After Nicholas let loose with his reservoir of cum, he said, "Now all that's left to do is get you off!"
By this time, Anthony followed through with whatever Nicholas dealt out, being untied, turned over and lying on his back on the bondage table.
"But I thought you were a total top? At least that's what you led me to believe, Nicholas," Anthony protested.
Nicholas smiling, says, "I am. A top that is, except... well for a very special guy I'm willing to break the rules."
Both let it happen without further say, Nicholas opening wide and taking Anthony's cock inside his warm mouth.
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2B continued...
Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....