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 new hardware wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Jason came with you guys? Who else?" Anthony inquired, not knowing who piled out of Robbie's van being Anthony was in a comprimising position at the time, courtesy of Tino and Miguel.
"Us and Jason. That's it," Robbie replied as they strolled around the backyard, walking off their Thanksgiving meal.
"So where is he?" Anthony asks, concerned, since they need to get rolling on back to Eskridge soon.
"I think when we were headed inside," Mario replies, nodding to Flip, "Jason and Enrique were headed out the back gate."
"Enrique?" Anthony questions, not sure which one of Miguel's `s&m-buddies' he refers to.
However, with a vote of confidence, Tino says, "I've known Enrique for some time. Don't worry. Jason's in good hands."
It then dawns on Anthony, "Wait a minute here. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Jason straight?"
"What we all thought," Robbie replies, stepping in between the ropes of the makeshift wrestling ring, changing subjects, "Hey, anybody want to throw some fist?"
On the other side of the ring, Tino ducks in between the ropes, stepping onto the foamy mattress of white.
"Um, Tino," Anthony goes to caution him.
"Don't worry," he smiles at Anthony, "I wouldn't work him over nearly as hard as I did you," adding a smile and wink to the end of his response.
He wasn't forcing the issue, but as it happens Anthony's crotch had been rubbed by the rungs of the four-sided pen of ropes. Tino's look and words sent a jolt of happiness through his being. He gulped when he sensed his crotch growing. There had been no hopes of trying to contain himself as Tino began unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it back behind his shoulders, flaunting his worked out bod, the dark brown hair covering his pecs, trail dividing his tight abs.
"Cool!" Robbie replied, peeling his Applegate U sweatshirt off over his head.
"Remember, you just ate," Barry cautioned Robbie.
"I know," Robbie replies, then saying to Tino, "you'll take it easy on me, right?"
Grinding his balled up fist into his other palm, Tino replies, "You're kidding, right?"
Even though he enjoyed the sex with Barry, back in the house hours ago, Robbie also wondered how it would have gone had he stayed outdoors and played with some of the other masters. "Cool," he replied to Tino, in reality giving the twenty-four year old Latino the go ahead to get into some rough play.
Anthony yelled in, for good measure, "Don't forget we have a swim competition in two weeks?"
"I know," Robbie replied, tossing his sweatshirt on the corner stantion. Facing him, he matter of factly asks Tino, "Um, you're not going to really do anything to hurt me, are you?"
Reading right through him, Tino asks, "Why are you asking me such a preposterous question?"
"Huh?" Robbie questions Tino.
Dropping his hands from the assault position to his hips, Tino, looking as sexy as hell states, "You ask me to go easy on you, right?"
"Sure. I mean you heard coach."
Before Robbie could get too far ahead of himself, Tino interrupts, "I heard what Anthony told you. I'm not going to do anything to jeopardize your performance in swimming, however..." Stepping forward, right up to Robbie, Tino places his hand on the eighteen year old's abs, pressing in gently, "I think maybe you can take some abuse. I mean I know you are craving it."
"Craving it?" Robbie questioned Tino as if he wasn't already thinking it.
Losing interest, Barry had waundered away, inside to help with the cleanup. Looking around, it was as if Robbie Sinclair looked for guidance, but then realized the others had all gone about their own business, leaving the two in the ring together.
"I got a better idea," Tino begins to add suggestive thoughts to Robbie's already stimulated brain, "why don't we put off our little bout and go have some real fun?"
"Real fun? Like what?" the college swim jock inquires, already an idea of what Tino is getting at.
Adding a chuckle, Tino slides his hand down Robbie's stomach, swiping over his hairy navel, skipping over his beltline and firms up his crotch. "It's a tough thing trying to hide what you really want, `boy'." Reforming a fist with his other hand, Tino asks, "Why don't we take a walk out back, string you up and see what your abs can take?"
"You mean like punch me in the stomach?" Robbie asks, gulping.
"Tell you what," Tino proposes, "instead of tying you with your arms over your head we'll have ourselves a faceoff."
"Huh? Face off? Like how would that go?"
"I'll give you first dibs. You get to punch me in the gut first, then I'll do you. Guy left standing is the winner."
"Shit, I never punched a guy in the stomach... on purpose," Robbie replies, skeptical of the arrangement.
Not a matter of boasting, but more a tool of building Robbie's confidence, Tino replies, "Well I have. Dozens of guys. I'll keep the punches light... that is unless you want it harder?"
There was one thing Robbie knew and his crotch was speaking for him... he wanted to feel Tino's fist in his stomach. New to his thinking, he just felt something about making it public so still hesitated, saying, "I dunno. You mean the other guys you've punched in the stomach wanted you to do it?"
"Punched in the gut, flogged on the back, nip torture, cock and ball torture. Whatever. It's all in the same realm, guys getting turned on by pain." Again glancing to Robbie's crotch, more pronounced than minutes ago, he says, "Like you're getting turned on right now?" Second time Robbie gasped when Tino touched his jeans below his belt, cupping his balls in one hand, the other hand defining the snaked bulge in his pants. He added a few last words of wisdom, "When you think of loving a guy, you think from the heart. Right now your cock and balls are talking for you. Pain is not just a want... it's a need."
Seeing it Tino's way, Robbie boldly says, "I... I want to feel pain. I don't care about punching you in the stomach. Um, can we..." he looks back over his shoulder, spying up one of the `X' beamed restraining apparatuses, "can we go back to our original plan?"
"Why don't you get out of the rest of your clothes?"
It wasn't only Robbie feeling the euphoria, as the swim jock unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop to his ankles. Realizing it, he said, "Oops!" Tino shook his head as Robbie stood on one foot, peeling back his pants, taking off his sneaker. Not phazing Tino, his attention was on the bulge of Robbie's tightey-whities, smiling when suddenly a small circle of `wet' appeared.
"Easy now," he said, catching the six foot two inch, two hundred and six pound college jock with little effort.
"Um, thanks," Robbie said, standing there in his socks.
Setting Robbie back on his feet, his finger stretched the cotton fabric downwards, revealing a fraction of Robbie's dark pubes. "These come off too."
Looking around, from east to west, Robbie asks, "Um, are you sure nobody can see us?"
With an evil smile on his face, Tino takes both sides of the briefs in his hands and yanks them down, mentioning, "I'll include your punishment for disobedience in with the other things I'm going to do to you."
Thinking of what Barry had said before, Robbie questions, "Oh! Are we like in this roleplaying stuff?"
Tino, himself six foot one, came nearly up to Robbie's height, with the ability to achieve a face-to-face stance. Taking the opportunity, as Robbie has presented, he continued on into their fantasy, saying, "Still doubting me, `boy'?"
"Um, no... um, sir."
"So why are you still in your briefs?"
Not having stripped anywhere, except in privacy, Robbie felt it a little strange taking his briefs down, removing them from each leg, allowing his cock and balls to feel up the air around them.
"The socks," Tino said, meaning to strip the last garment clinging to Robbie's bod.
When the two stepped out of the ring, Tino made Robbie get down on all fours the hardway, a light punch to the gut.
"Ugggh! Shit!" Robbie cried out, raising himself up on his knees, arms caressing his stomach.
"That's all you can take? I'm disappointed." Then pushing more of Robbie's buttons, he asks, "Maybe we should forget about this. Wait til you've worked out more... toned up your abs, huh?"
Like Tino had explained, it became obvious to Robbie his cock and balls intermixed with his thoughts about continuing with this fantasy or not. "No... No... I mean... yeah, we can still do it."
"I don't know. You woosed out on me with one little punch to the gut."
Robbie made excuse, "Yeah, because I didn't know it was coming."
"Then why don't you crawl over to the cross in the corner and we'll see what you can really take."
It's at this point Robbie really became unsure of how much abuse his gut could take, but didn't want to cave in to Tino's badgering, with the option of giving up. Maybe more was at stake here than the throbbing between his legs.
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"So... where do we go from here?" Mario questioned Flip as the two sat out front of the service station on the curb.
"I don't know. You're kind of tied down to this town. Me? I've still got three and half years of college left." Then switching subjects he says, "This is one of the things I thought of before... before thinking about getting involved with you, Mario."
"Oh really?"
"Well yeah. At first I kind of got the feeling I really wanted to... um... be with you."
"When did these thoughts cross your mind?"
Smiling, Flip recalls, "The moment I saw you walking around after everybody except me and you were partnered off. You were like a soul wandering around without purpose or direction. You know the feeling?"
"All too well," the twenty-nine year old cop replied, leaning sideways, cupping his hand behind the teen's head, drawing him in for a sweet kiss.
Without words to followup, Flip complimented, "You sure are a good kisser. Are you sure you haven't had lots of experience?"
Knowing their conversation in bed focused around Mario's life in the closet, he was able to legimately answer, "You're only the second guy I've ever kissed. Remember?"
Flip smiled, remembering the story Mario told about the other kid in his high school english class who kept looking at him, followed him home by invitation and how they each had their first kiss, in Mario's basement, shirts off, but still in the rest of their clothing.
Then it occured to Flip, "Why me?"
"Who knows? When I first thought about finally sort of coming out of the closet, who would have thought I'd wind up with an eighteen year old kid?"
"Oh, so you `are' having your doubts about being with a guy ten years younger than yourself?"
"If I made it sound that way, it wasn't intended." Leaning back on his elbows, stretching his legs straight out, Mario looks up into the dawning sky and says, "Nope, the way I feel is if two guys having feelings for each other, it doesn't matter if one is older than the other."
A pause in their conversation occured as Flip copied Mario, stretching out on the concrete curb and pavement.
"So what do you think?" Mario asks, rolling over to face Flip, a palm supporting his head. Like before, except with more of a comfortable mindset, his hand felt up Flip's chest through his tank top.
"You're right. Like you, I thought the first guy I'd start thinking serious about would be a guy my own age, maybe one of the guys on campus. But as far as you being older than me. Nah, it doesn't phase me as anything wrong."
Nudging himself closer, Mario plays on Flip's words, asking, "So you're thinking serious about us starting something here?"
With a chuckle, the blond swimmer confessed, "I did say that, didn't I?"
Right before saying it, Mario's stomach came within inches of Flip's ribs, as he asks, "Yes, but did you mean it?"
Tilting his head to the side, Flip had no choice but to choose not to go back on his words. Instead, he closed the gap between themselves and embraced Mario.
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"So, what do you think Anthony?"
Hiking up his shirt, Anthony looked at his own bod, then Nicholas', before he gave opinion, "I don't know how you got over it so fast, but my nips are definitely more raw looking than yours."
"But how do they feel?" Nicholas questions his longtime friend. Anthony sits there in the pvc chair, a beer in hand, his worked pecs holding up his shirt, thinking. Nicholas again leads him on, "I know you like a book Anthony."
Sure enough, Anthony just dropped his head, his eyes trained on Nicholas' hands, making their move towards the swollen nips hiding underneath the dark brown chest fur.
"Ooooooh-shit!" Anthony cried out when Nicholas tweaked both nips.
"I thought so."
"What?" Anthony tried conning him out of thinking he didn't enjoy the pain-pleasure of the pec assault.
"This?" Nicholas replied, a hand now fondling between the legs of Anthony's shorts.
Withdrawing his hand, Nicholas was entertained to hear Anthony ask, "And what was it you were feeling as the alligator clips were biting down on your nips? Oh and your balls, not to mention the stick Miguel planted in our navels?"
Sitting back in his chair, like Anthony, his worked out pecs holding his shirt up, Nicholas ponders, "I can't say I wasn't turned off by our cock and balls bound together. Matter of fact I found it rather erotic. The stick in our navels? I'd call that `weird'!"
The two laughed, Anthony asking when they calmed their laughter, "I wondered about that."
"What?"
"The whole time Tino was talking about how much precum was dripping from our balls. What I'm wondering is how much of it was yours and how much was mine."
"I'm sure most of it was yours Anthony. In fact I bet you were jerking my nips around on purpose just so you could stimulate your own."
"Don't shit me Nicholas."
"I'm not shitting you bud. Really. I know you love this pain stuff and...."
Anthony spared his loving friend the words, saying, "And to think you put up with the pain just for me... and well Roberto for that matter."
Forgetting about their ordeal, Nicholas professes, "Yeah, well you know I love you guys."
More like lovers, the two got close, embraced and kissed each other, hands exploring back, sides and elsewhere.
"What the hell is that?" Anthony asks, breaking off their kiss, allowing their hands and arms to dismantle their sweet loving.
Standing, Anthony and Nicholas tried seeing over Larry, Edwin, Gil, Tommy, Mik and Mik's new found friend, Luis, to see who the two were who just came in through the back gate.
"Will you look at that!" Anthony heard before the crowd parted, faster than the Red Sea.
"Damn!" Nicholas said, leaning over Anthony's shoulder, as the two stare at Jason Youngblood's chest, his shirt lifted so they all could view his newly added hardware.
"Cool huh?" Jason quizzed the crowd.
"I don't even want to know," Anthony threw off the questions by the others, like `When did you have the time to get your nips pierced?' Wondering himself, Anthony only had one other thing on his mind, "You just better be ready for the swim competition. You know it's in two weeks?"
The others rolled their eyes, after hearing it from coach for the umpteenth time.
Luring Anthony away from the crowd of guys with an offer for a beer, Nicholas says, "Boys will be boys."
"Yes and forgetful at that. You remember two years ago when I had to go through the dorm and round up the swimmers....."
Cutting Anthony off, Nicholas, popping the tab of a can of beer, "I remember. I almost felt sorry for them after you told me about the tongue-lashing you gave them!"
Coming out of the back door of the service station, Anthony and Nicholas quickly ironed out their tank and muscle tops over their pecs and abs with their hands, as Randy, Roberto and Barry came walking into their presence.
"Anybody see.... oh, never mind. There he is," Barry said, pointing to the deep recesses of the backyard. "Holy cow!" was Barry's response upon seeing Robbie trussed up, cuffed wrists and ankles, adhered to the four posts of the `X'. "Don't they hurt?" Barry asks, at seeing the two clamps on Robbie's smooth chest, pinching his nips, a small weight hanging from the connecting chain.
"Answer your master!" Tino shouted out, with a slap to Robbie's stomach.
"Master?" Barry questioned, then got in with the roleplay, saying, "Yeah, is that anyway to talk to your master?"
Even though pain was still shooting through his pecs, his balls hanging a little bit lower than normal from the applied parachute and weight, his red abs a result of a few hand slaps, all Robbie could do is crack a little smile. Sure, his cock had been dripping it's ball-fluid all along, but the surge in the tingling sensation amounted to what he was feeling for Barry right now.
Seeing the connection he hadn't visualized until this moment, Tino instantly came up with a brilliant scheme. With the voice of authority, Tino suggests, "What do you say we take his ass?"
Maybe Barry didn't know a lot about the BDSM scene, but there was one thing he understood absolutely clear. "We?" Then almost in Tino's face, Barry badgers, "If you think you're going to shove your tool up my man's ass then you've got another thing coming, bud!" He seemed to deliver it with a punch, just like the guy Barry watched do it on the internet.
Slowly, Tino's face turned to a gleeming smile, his arms caressing Barry, as he boasted, "You're alright kid!"
As Tino lifted the cuff up, disconnecting the metal loop from the hook, Robbie's arms flopped downwards. When all four limbs were unbound, Robbie jumped down from the foot supports, falling right on his knees, the weight stretching his balls bouncing once on the ground. Kneeling, he was slave to Barry's standing figure.
"Your sneakers are looking a little grimy there, Master Barry," Tino said, ready to spring another directive on Robbie. Utilizing his best acting skills he dictated, "Clean Master Barry's sneakers, slave!"
"Oooooh-shit!" Barry exclaimed when Robbie bent over, his tongue making contact with his white Asics.
"Don't tell me you haven't had your slave clean your feet before?"
Barry replied, not meaning to be comical, but was, "I didn't even know he was my slave til we came here!"
Thinking Barry so cute, blond, blue eyes to enhance the way he acted, Tino took the liberty of placing his hand behind Barry's head, drawing him in for a sweet kiss. This is where fantasy crossed back into reality. Jumping up, Robbie's hand was on Tino's chest, separating the two right before Robbie's fist made contact to Tino's jaw. Dazed, Tino lay back in the grass for a moment. Barry stood there, probably as shocked as Tino regarding Robbie's actions. Robbie stood there, the hardware still clutching his nips and balls.
"That was one helluva left hook, kid," Tino said, getting up, rubbing his jaw. Surrendering `his slave' to Barry, he says, "I think I've had enough play for one day. And oh... sorry about the kiss." Out of the roleplay scene and back into reality, Tino offered his hand in apology for the wrong call. Looking at Robbie's chest, then crotch, he suggests, "Barry can take off the jewelry. See you around guys."
As Barry bent over to take the weight off of the ball parachute, unsnap the tight fitting strangling Robbie's nuts, he theorizes, "I'm surprised Tino didn't haul off and kick your ass. Y'know he could of?"
"Roleplay or not. I think he knows he stepped over the boundaries between what's fake and what is real."
All Barry could do is smile up at Robbie. Standing, he says, "This could hurt," fingering the alligator clips.
"I know. But knowing you're handling them will take the edge off."
Robbie said it but didn't act like it when Barry's fingers relieved the tension spring, prying them from Robbie's nips.
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Robbie cursed, holding both hands over his pecs and hopping around.
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2B continued...
Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.