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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'SoLO VaLEnTiNeS - HaPpY St PAtRiCk's DaY!' o2
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Tomer might have thought of himself as a 'bottom', 'submissive', whatever constitutes being a minion among men when it came to roleplaying, but in the real world, whenever Gio did something to make him unhappy, his friend was more the one on the receiving end of a tongue-lashing.
It was the day before Valentine's Day, February 14, a yearly mark on anyone's calendar. Between friends, their buddy-love for each other, when first face-to-face, begains with a hug, each uttering to the other, "Happy Valentine's Day!"
Chocolates and flowers always sweetened the friendship. Gio, the chocolate freak, knew Tomer would get sick on chocolate, so he became the recipient of a plant. Not just any ordinary plant to be had from Homodepo, Gio had a friend in the business, that so tall and big the plant, it was a savings on wrapping paper!
After Gio makes 'short-love' to his friend, kissing him on the lips, hands move from the waist, up, under the tee shirt. If by chance Tomer is wearing a buttoned down shirt, his buddy unbuttons two, while lips are still puckered and wetting lips.
Gaining access to Tomer's fuzzy front, Gio's hands are feeling up the fur until making contacts with his buddy's flat chest and having the expertise from years of practice with him, and other men, finds those two nips, Tomer's main pleasuring center.
Certainly, it feels great, and if not something in particular on his mind, Tomer would want it to escalate to mashing and more, but the anxiety of his buddy remembering or forgetting gets the best of him and even though he loves having his nips worked over, pushes away, causing Gio's hands to evacuate, "did you remember, it's my birthday?"
Tomer never tires of the joke Gio plays on him, "oh, it's today? Gee, I've been so busy I've seemed to have forgotten!"
He laughs out loud.
"Penny for your thoughts, or," Ty laughs, "being we're in an inflation upturn, I'll wager a quarter?"
In the garage, even though Tomer and Ty had heard, through the thickness of a steel door, made to shield the sounds of men playing games of joy and pain, from within in the corridor leading to Gio's darkroom, came decriptive words of how they play the game.
As Tomer opens the door, leading himself and Ty inside, he calls out in a mouse-like tone, "Gio?"
Progressing, the sounds of men are ongoing, but not only human calls of pain and pleasure, the crack of a lash, "someone's having fun!"
"Really?" Tomer does an abrupt turn around, pinning Ty to his words, "you know about this stuff?"
Then Ty thinks about it, how often he's shot his mouth off, only to regret it later, tries recovering the moment, "S&M? Sure." Then, realizing he's defined it, "I mean, I've heard about it?"
With the subject out in the open, Ty having agreed all on his own about s&m, he further stimulates conversation, "oh, so you know about s&m, have experienced it firsthand?"
Skeptical at this point, about saying too much, Ty says, "I guess what you might say, I've dabbled."
From Tomer's first experience, progressing to more than ten sessions of s&m, mostly courtesy of his bud, Gio had explained to him, the first time could be termed 'dabble', but anything more could go from a novice to an experienced session.
"So, you've had one experience, or more?"
Ty had thought about this, his experience at s&m. Coming at the subject from both angles, at times he feels the dominant urge. Other times being ordered about is his thing. Above all else, if he ever decides became 'partner-serious', his decision would to be the guy on his knees.
Thinking, at thrity-eight years old, time was running out and Tomer, 'damn is he cute', dark and hairy, a superlative, possibly the top item on his private list of how a guy should look, when capturing his heart, "well, from what I experienced today, I don't feel that telling you that I've a lot of experience with s&m, it's going to make you kick me out on my ass?"
Grasping it like a confession of the heart, Tomer grabs Ty up in a full-fledged hug, saying, "thank you. It must've taken a lot for you to come out and tell me that."
He couldn't exactly feel it, that mass of dark hair on Tomer's front, but that frontal assault of embrace, as if a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Ty was tasting the affection. Following the lead, he places hands at Tomer's back, bringing the full force of his bod against his, "somewhat, but that's not important."
A slight break, leaving a crevice of hair and flesh between themselves, Tomer says, "I'm not sure how this would work out, but being we both have the same interest," not keen on the social implications, "do you think you might want to be in a relationship with me?"
Trying to find the words to communicate the same, Ty says, "of course. Yeah, I'd like that. And, about the like interests, I'm sure we can work things out?"
Due to Ty's insatiable desire to pet Tomer's dark, shaggy hair, a ploy to run a hand down the back, drawing their bods together, lips in sync, what could possibly be more mind blowing, except maybe the perfect blowjob?
"Oh, there you are," Gio interrupts the tender moment. "I was wondering if you wanted to get in on the action, Tome?"
Not knowing what came over him, Tomer, in an uncharacteristic manner says, "damn Gio, you have a terrible gift of timing, you know?"
Like afraid to touch such a heated subject, Gio raises both hands, almost like he's being held up at gunpoint, "sorrr-r-r-r-ee!
Tomer was a little ticked off of Gio's timing, but Ty, faced with not just one, but two hot men, of which one was more of a love interest than the other, "oh, don't be so hard on Gio," he giggles, like there's a punch line coming, "get hard on me instead!"
Like not a bad word passing between them, Gio moves towards Tomer, placing an arm over the shoulder and as they both face Ty, "now, there's a hungry man!"
Not fully catching Gio's drift, Tomer questions, "huh?"
He was studying Ty, from face to follicles of pubic hair, but when he turns to address the inquiry, with Tomer, right in his face, "I can't believe you didn't spot it first?"
"Spot what, Gio?"
"Well," Gio leaves Tomer's side, "for instance, this."
Tomer's eyebrows lift upwards, a signal he's baffled by something, especially seeing his best bud with hand to Ty's wrist, lifting it upwards and of all he can decipher, "so, he's got ginger pits?"
Whether either of the buds heard it or not, when Gio drops Ty's arm, there's a tiny whimper.
"Picture it," Gio starts a scenario to unfold, using hands to verbally make the darkroom come alive in a pictoral vision, "Ty here," he moves into a 'X' position, arms well as legs spread, "in an eagle-spread position, firmly attached to a wooden frame," he flaunts his own hairy pits, "and while tied, sweating, waits for me to order up the next move?"
It left Tomer guessing, "which would be?"
Gio paints the picture pretty for his buddy, "well, I just thought, while giving you your 39 birthday lashes..."
"And one for good luck?"
A tradition among best buddies!
"Plus one for good luck, that as I order you to lick this and that part of Ty's anatomy, given you don't give me a tough time about doing it..."
"You know I am, Gio," Tomer smiles.
"Well in that case, maybe I should use the hard strap, instead of soft leather?"
More like lovers coming onto each other, Tomer says, "I'm sure, whatever you pick, I'll love being on the receiving end, Gio?"
Ty couldn't deny all this talk was making him horny-er, already pumped up by the looks of Gio's long, fat sausage, not to mention Tomer's dick, slowly growing!
"Hey, what about me? I mean," Ty gets a beaut of an idea, "I'd love to help Tomer out with taking those birthday lashes?"
Having a more brilliant idea, Gio approaches Ty, "first of all, why art thou not in position?"
Ty looks to Tomer, saying, "position?"
Tomer drops hint, "Gio has a sort of pit fetish. If you don't want to tick him off, when not in bondage, you need to put both hands behind your head. Your pits need to be exposed at all times. Get it?"
"Sure. Not a problem," Ty cheerfully puts both hands behind his head, flaunting thick tufts of ginger-blond hair.
Tomer didn't let on, having been initiated into Gio's dark world, even though a close friend. He knew what was coming, but to expose the next move would mean betrayal. Plus, if anything like he experienced, this would not be anything life threatening.
It came without warning, Gio summing up Ty's physique, walking around him, placing a hand on his bare back, "hmm, how old are you, boy?"
Ty loved it, it giving his loins a little jolt, "thirty-seven, um," he clears his throat, "sir!"
"Your birthday, boy?"
"Just had one sir."
"I see."
Call it an ounce of jealousy, Tomer was feeling the effects of all that attention his buddy was giving Ty, "that's one lash less, you know?"
Giving attitude was a signal for Gio to turn up the heat, "oh really? And who are you to correct me, boy?"
There, it had done the trick, Tomer swaying Gio's attention from Ty, to himself, "sorry sir. I know I deserve your unrelentless punishment."
Still with elbows up, sweating a little, but not from worry, Ty says, "I'm looking forward to those 37 lashes sir."
"You mean 38," Tomer corrects, "one for good luck?"
Visible to Gio, was the way his bud interacted with Ty, more like lovers than adversaries.
To prove his point, it's Ty who looks deeply into Tomer's eyes, "oh man, would love to know how it feels to have you whipping me?"
"Me? Ha! You've got to be kidding," Tomer laughs his ass off.
After hearing a loud grunt coming right through the door of Gio's darkroom, it gets not only his psyche going, but balls tensing, "okay, enough of this. You're both going to be punished for your insolence!"
Both look to Gio, Tomer saying, "really?"
Same thinking, like young college students, new to the world of s&m, Ty says, "cool!"
Gio barks, "did I say you can lower them elbows, boy?"
"Oops!" Ty jerks his elbows up, back into place.
"How dare you defy me boy," Gio presses his knuckles against Ty's six-pack.
Another act of defiance, not intentional, Ty responds to the knuckles pressing against his abs, "oh-fuck-yeah!"
Tomer had to gaze at it all, his bud's fist against that abs-wall, the other working Ty's shaft, "hey, how about a little of that attention over here?"
A big gasp of disappointment floods the room, Gio dropping both hands to sides, "what'd you say, boy?"
Something about that, Gio couldn't hold a straight face whenever he confronted Tomer. It had something to do about their history, the good, the bad and early years, before they met, the 'ugly' sides of life.
"He knew Ty couldn't see the slight, quirky smile on Gio's lips, but tried to remain composed, Tomer saying, "sorry 'bout that, sir."
The door busting open, Russo is there, naked, holding a flogger, "hey, you got any new meat out here?"
Up until now, Gio has been playing the game side by side with the man responsible for bullying his bud, but it was time to even up the score, "plenty of fresh meat."
"Good. Let's get'em in here and strung up."
"Usher them in, why don't you, Russo."
More than willing, Russo first gives Ty a nasty shove inside the door, followed by Tomer. However, a little more gentler after staring Gio in the face.
"After you, Master Russo?" Gio paved the way with a hand.
What Russo never saw, were the handcuffs Gio had hanging from the hand behind his back, taken from the small draw of a cabinet of drawers.
"That boy, Marco, what fun to workover, but even a better cocksucker. Can't wait to see how good these boys are!"
Gio loved that laugh, not because of the malicious intent, but the confidence Russo had, that all things were going his way, "oh really?"
Knowing his physical strength, coupled by a 6'4 football-player's build, it didn't take much to take on a confident, unsuspecting man, Gio swinging him around, shoving Russo's bod up against the door and with quick precision, cuffs one wrist, then the other behind the back.
"What the fuck, Gio?"
When he saw Marco, Gio literally pushes Russo to his knees, the force making him cave over onto the stomach with a thud and accompanying complaint, "what the fuck you think you're doing, dammit!"
From lying flat on his front, Russo could feel his spent cock and balls hit the concrete floor, still smushy from when he jaculated into the condom, from fucking Marco.
Hanging by his arms, Marco's head was cast down, chin to chest, breathing profusely.
Not by the head of hair, like Gio would normally address one of his darkroom playmates, but a more sensual play, he lifts the chin, "Marco, talk to me."
He knew what Gio was looking for and even though he had cursed Russo out for flogging him more than he seemed to be able to take, a dull ache in his gut for more punches than he thought he could take, the soreness of enflamed nips, still with the croc clips attached, Marco tries to crack a smile, "I'm okay. Really."
"Okay. As long as you're good."
"I'd say, after that long, hard fuck, I'm more than good!"
"Fine," Gio was okay with the treatment Russo had given Marco, being there were no signs of complaint. "Tome, you and your boyfriend, cut Marco loose and," he looks around the room, spotting the table with wheels at both sides, "throw him on the rack."
Marco says, "oh, I don't think I'm up for that, Gio."
"I didn't mean to stretch you out. For recoop?"
"Oh. Yeah. That's what I thought you meant."
It's not the first, second, third, tenth or twentieth time Marco has been in Gio's darkroom. He was a little on edge when Gio left momentarily, which he knows Russo poured on the power of the lash, flogging him with more force. However, it came across to him as having that no-limits experience, causing his balls to churn, boil over. He knows as much because Russo had himself placed a hand at the base of his shaft and milked a sinewy strand of goo from the tip. Logic could say, the reason for an even heavier thrashing of the flogger over his back, pre-cumming when by darkroom standards, a no-no!
"What about us?" Tomer says, taking on one side of Marco's bound bod.
"Sorry about that," Gio says, with inside motives, "I had to do something to catch Russo off guard."
Russo started cussing and fussing, thrashing about, which what he didn't reckon upon was mashing his pubes up against the cold concrete floor.
As he uprights Russo's bod, Gio says, "what you did to my brother, you did to me."
"That's fuckin' shit, Gio," Russo protests.
Using his own sense of protocol, Gio warns, "that's 'sir' to you, 'boy'!"
Tomer and Ty help Marco hobble over to the rack, placing his frontal region over the top.
Even though the willing victim is 'feeling his oats', having experienced the fullfillment of having his abs sucker-punched, nips twisted, a few dozen lashes across the back and as the finale, ass plugged by Russo's engourged shaft, shows no regret, "oh man was that fuckin' hot!"
In his voice the other two sense a weariness, but having worked the bondage from Marco's wrists and ankles, helping him down from the footholds being on an x-shaped frame, carefully walking him, careful not scuff a foot on the concrete, are relieved to have him flop over onto the table.
Ty says, joking, "not exactly how I pictured having my hands all over a man!"
Enjoying the light humor, Tomer says, "I agree, but Marco did feel kind of sexy!"
"Hey guys," Marco says, "really? I'm like hurting here and you're worried about yourselves?"
Tomer takes an alpha stance, "really, Marco, you're gonna go there, after you oozed out all over the floor?"
It's something, as Tomer and Ty were unleashing Marco from his bondage, smiled at each other, after viewing not only Russo's loaded condom, but puddles of goo at the base of the bondage apparatus.
Marco, lying there on the table, worn out but not to the point where he could take more, says, "um, anything you want to do, I still got some energy left?"
"Don't look at me," Ty says, "I'm a total bottom!"
Those words were not what Tomer wanted to hear.
Marco on the other hand, it was music to his ears, "really? Great!"
"Nice," Ty says, "long as you don't mind, Tomer?"
Thinking this was bad, being a half hour ago it seemed like Ty was into him and not a play boy, "um. Okay. Yeah." Then, feeling more macho, "but what's in it for me?"
That's a side of Tomer Marco hasn't seen, which has him guessing, "are you switching over, Tome?"
It gave him the opportunity to think it over and what better time to stir emotions, with two hot naked guys at one's disposal?
"I dunno. Maybe," Tomer replies.
What he was thinking about before, Tomer is somewhat relieved when Ty comes over, face-to-face with him, vowing, "hey, this doesn't change anything about us, what went on in the other room."
"I know," Tomer says, even though he was skeptical a few moments ago.
For certain, regardless of the negative information Gio had on Russo, he wasn't picturing being in the position he has placed many a man over the years, bound for sex and torture, kept thrashing about, while being man-handled, head and wrists forced into the yoke of bondage.
"Hey, one of you guys want to help out here?"
Gio always believed in the power of thinking positively and proved it, Ty saying, "sure, if you need a pair of hands, Gio."
Marco quips to Tomer, "helpful man."
While the two friends were alone, Tomer says, "I'm not sure I want to do this, Marco."
"If you're thinking you're not going to make the impression of an alpha top, if you don't believe much in yourself, Gio does."
"Really? What did he say about me?"
Pushing his bod up so that his pubes are still to the table, chest raised, Marco smiles, saying, "I know this was supposed to be a secret between you and Gio, but he made me make a promise not tell anyone, of which I'm sure he meant anyone else other than you or me, but if I'm wrong, then I'm wrong, but he did say...
Marco hung on a minute, last ditch effort, of whether is was prudent to share what Gio has meant to keep a bond between 'brothers'...
then, thoughts flooding his mind of how Gio and Tomer are friends, plus more, "when you were fucking him, you really fucked with a vengeance?"
It did floor Tomer, standing there with a dropped jaw, "Gio told you that?"
Also, it infuriated Tomer that his best bud had broke the tryst they had between them, which had him marching right over to where Russo's bod hung from the yoke, "hey, Gio, I've got a bone to pick with you."
Being that, when Tomer said that, it would be followed by something not so bad, so Gio just smiled, "can't be that bad, Tome?"
Picking up a flogger, Tomer acts out in anger, thrashing it across Gio's chest!
"Oh fuck, Tome! What in the hell was that for?"
"For telling Marco I fucked you?"
It certainly struck a chord with Russo, "you let Tomer fuck you?"
First Gio, who cut slack with his bud, which others would not receive such a kind gesture, first bites a lip, then confesses, "oh. Yeah. I suppose I did mention something about that to Marco."
Tomer didn't know what to think, except now it became a secret to not only between himself, Marco and Gio, but now Russo knew.
Two things gnawed at Gio's brain, which probably he had in reverse order, whether the mass of dark hair down his bod was going to cover the slow-forming welt Tomer thrashed upon his chest and secondly, pleads, "I swear, I didn't tell another soul!"
Probably not in a position to brag, trussed up in a yoke sitting on his shoulders, keeping his bod bound in an upright stance, Russo shoots his mouth off, "wait'll the darkroom boys find out. Your ass is gonna be so sore, Gio!"
Good thing the yoke was attached to chains hanging from the ceiling, what with the force Gio threw behind the punch to Russo's six pack. Backing that up, Gio says, "just wait Russo, you'll get yours."
Probably the others, along with Russo, were wondering what Gio meant by that, but it took a stranger to the group of men to inquire, "um, would that include me?" Ty says, which now made him the focal point of attention.
Ty Johansson had a lot going for himself, especially when it came to a man scouting out eye candy. Since sixteen years old, when a gym teacher called him 'Porky Pig', he's been keeping his bod streamlined, fit in both mind and the way he carries his 6-foot-1-inch self. He's always thought of things happening in life which in the long run, can make or change a man, making a better man of oneself. Such was Ty's experience, after confronting his gym teacher, later one, in private.
The gym teacher, Geraldo Perez-Lopez-Martinez was a young guy from Barcelona, fresh out of a US college, having achieved a fitness degree, coupled with teaching. Little did anyone suspect, the macho 6-foot-4-inch high school teacher could possibly be gay. Such were stereo types during Ty's high school years. Most likely, much as both tried to hide their secret identities, together in the gym office, talking things out, they made a mental, eye-to-eye connection.
Same line Perez-Lopez-Martinez used in college, he dictated to Ty, as he came closer, "I feel we have met before?"
Feeling his secret world closing in on himself, Ty wanted to share, but it finally came out, "yeah, I think maybe in my dreams."
That was Ty's very first gay experience, no less, with a man ten years older.
Even though Mr. Perez-Lopez-Martinez would keep the stiff facade of being tough on Ty in gym class, behind closed doors he was known as Gerry, sometimes 'master' Gerry. Soon Gerry's friend arrived from Barcelona, more of a musclehead than Gerry, had the three of them 'working out' together!
That was then and now, all Ty could think of were the times they were friends, lovers and as it comes to pass, something fought over little things, which with the backing of those experiences, "hey, can't we all be friends?"
As Gio thinks about it, he's brushing through the hairs on his chest, looking for signs of a welt, "I hope you didn't leave any evidence behind, bro."
Tomer has the audacity to brush Gio's hands away from his obsession, "will you forget about yourself. Who else did you tell?"
"I know," Gio shows his soft side, much like a puppy dog in trouble, "forgive me?"
Of the red mark Gio was looking for, Tomer says, "I didn't hit you that hard, if that's what you're a fraid of?"
If they thought only Marco knew, discussing it behind Russo's back, they hear, "if you need some advice on how to discipline, I could give you some advice, Tomer," their bound prisoner laughs.
"Shut up Russo. You ain't no angel yourself."
Of the two, one could fall into Tomer's good graces, the other, "shut up, Gio?"
Thinking he was still in deep shit with Tomer, Gio utters in an apologetic manner, "what'd I say?"
Still with the flogger in his hand, Tomer concludes, "no, we don't want you to shut up Russo. On the contrary, we want you to make a lot of noise!"
The others in the room, Marco and Ty, along with Gio were astounded by Tomer lifting his arm, flinging the multi-fronded flogger behind, then bringing it down the center of Russo's back.
"Arggg-gh-oh-shit, Tomer!"
"Wow, I didn't think you had it in you, Tome!"
Slowly his temperament began to settle, Tomer admitting, "yeah, me neither." It's at this moment Tomer felt some relief for all those years of high school Russo had teased, bullied, physically and mentally tortured him.
About Gio's infidelity, "you and me, Gio, we'll work it out later."
"Does that mean I'm forgiven?"
"Maybe," Tomer replies.
As he watched Tomer walk back to Marco and Ty, all Gio could think about is making amends, which if it meant licking that beautiful ass or sucking his friend dry, "well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," after which he turns his attention back to Russo.
"That was awesome, Tomer," Ty says, he wanted to put an arm around him like a lover, but that's what bound wrists to a table hinders a guy!
Even Marco had to admit, "I never knew you could whip like that. Anytime you need practice?"
He didn't want to dwell on it, so Tomer took a different route, "yeah, well, about fucking Gio, the first time I did it, I did feel 'driven', got pleasure out of doing it. It was different from when Gio sucked me off."
"He sucked you off? Hm, and did he like, swallow your whole load?"
First off, Tomer was shocked, but easily recovered, that Gio had mentioned to Marco, after swearing they both would keep this among themseslves. But being that part of their buddy relationship was out in the open, "uh, yeah and I think he liked the taste."
Excited Ty says, "when do I get to taste you?"
Then suddenly, Gio is right there with them, "okay Marco, your turn."
They look over at the yoke, busted open in the middle, its victim gone.
"What happened to Russo?"
Gio says, "what a wimp. He was making so much noise that I couldn't stand it, how he was begging for mercy."
Tomer couldn't believe it, "begging for mercy? Russo?"
"Yeah," Gio is giggling.
Thinking of something more, "what did you do, Gio?"
"Nuttin', except let Russo out of the side hatch of the basement."
"So?"
"I refused to give him his clothes and after he scooted out the door, I called the cops to tell them there's a naked, crazy guy roaming around the neighborhood!"
Not only did Tomer see the humor in it, the others laugh, Marco saying, "you're so bad Gio!"
"Yeah, I know. So, who's up for a turn at my new yoke?"
Ty would've loved it, but Marco jumps the gun, "me-me-me-me-me!"
Running over to where the yoke is suspended from the ceiling, Marco doubles back, grabs Tomer up into a hug, kisses him on the cheek, "oh, by the way, Happy Birthday Tome. I've got your present in the car."
With his hands, Tomer suggests, "big? Small? In between size?"
"If Marco doesn't get his buns over here and like, pronto, you'll never get to see, Tome.
Of Ty, tied down to the table, "hey guys, don't forgot I'm here and needing some dire attention?"
Gio and Tomer, looking at each other like lovers, "you take care of Marco, Gio. I'll take care of Ty."
"Oh goody," Gio replies, "I need some release from all this built up tension."
For certain, after hours upon hours of darkroom play, Gio knew what Marco could endure. Of Ty, he would wait and discover!
"Right away, boss!"
"Oh, before I forget," Gio snaps a finger, going to the wall and extracting from the side pocket of the vest he hung there, "your birthday present."
Handing Tomer an envelope, "reservations at the restaurant are anytime, but you might not want to eat before going to Xavier's Darkroom?"
"I thought my present was in your car?"
"A little something extra for my best bud!"
Tomer's eyes light up as he tears into the envelope, "tonight night? I thought they weren't opened yet?"
"They weren't. Aren't. Tonight is pre-opening night and being Xavier is a good friend of mine, I managed to get you on the list, plus if you happen to have a date?" Gio glances to Ty.
"Except, we're both bottoms?"
"Not to worry," Gio has all the answers, "right after I called the cops, I put a call in to Xavier. He's arranging to have two of his best darkroom dom's available for your pleasuring!"
While talking, Gio busied himself sealing the open side of the yoke, slipping the thick metal bolt in place, locking Marco's wrists and neck in its grips.
"One question though," Tomer says.
"What's that?"
"Are you going to be there?"
"Maybe later, but if it's your welfare you're worried about, no need, as I'm sure those two dominant daddies Xavier has would be worried themselves, if they decided to leave a mark on your bods!"
Gio's laughter was infectious, causing Tomer and Ty to laugh along, "okay, if you say so."
Just then the doorbell rings.
Leaving the room, Gio says, "you can exit the hatch if you want, but I suggest wearing clothes."
Ty says, "aren't you going to put at least a shirt on, Gio?"
"Nah. What fun would that be?"
Finding most of their clothes, Ty was missing his socks.
Tomer jokes, "at least when we get to Xavier's, that's one less to strip!"
"Dominant Daddies, I wonder what Gio means by it, like are they a lot older than us or a little bit?"
"Why, you don't like older guys?"
"I love all guys," Ty says, then laughs, "why, were you looking for an older man, Tome?"
"No, not especially."
It also stimulated a smile, which had Tomer thinking Ty was adopting the sweet, affectionate shortening of his name by one letter, same as Gio had after knowing each other, years unending.
Ty didn't hold back, "hey, I wouldn't be against it, if we befriended a 'daddy'?"
It took a few moments for Tomer to process it, "meaning, I'm not enough?"
He didn't at first think of it, but then a feeling of opportunism set in, which seemed to show, Tomer looking like he was ready to pout about it, "hey," Ty looks up from stretched out on the darkroom table, "of course you're enough for me. I was just saying..."
When he heard some thumping at the cellar hatch, Gio was reluctant to answer, most likely knowing who the knocker is, but there was still one loose end to tie up, "oh, it's you, Russo?"
Barging right past Gio, Russo says, "as if you didn't know. How dare you sic the cops on me like I'm prey for a hunting dog."
He wasn't oblivious to Marco, bod set up in the yoke, where his bod recently was bound to. Beyond that, Russo approaches the table Ty's bod lay eagle-spread-attached to, "need help?"
A trio forms at the bondage table, Tomer asking, "I thought Gio had you running around the neighborhood, naked?"
"Are you joking? Have you ever tried hiding behind a prickly bush, then discover the effects it has on a naked dick?"
"If you got all scratched up, Russo, you probably deserve it!"
"Since when did you become a sadist, Tomer?"
Batting it back, Tomer says, "oh, you don't know the half of it, Russo. There's things I've wanted to do to you for years."
After said, probably Gio was just as curious as Russo, but instead, addresses his bud, "oh, Russo and me, we've worked out a... truce is what you might say."
Taking Tomer aside, under his wing, arm over his buddy's shoulder, he explains, "after a little begging, Russo was able to weasle his way out of a beating."
"Russo? Begging? I find that hard to believe."
Squaring things away with years of built up anxiety over even the mention of Russel Rossi's nickname, 'Russo', which also was his darkroom title, 'Master Russo', Gio responds, "yeah, well everyone has their breaking point. I'm sure it was running through Russo's mind, the next time he shows up at a darkroom party, what others would think of the welts across his back?"
"I think it might ruin him," Tomer reacts, a mix of vengeance and humor.
It struck Gio, "almost sounds like you feel sorry for him, Tome?"
They leaned against a far wall of the basement playroom, that warmth of Gio's arm still over his buddie's shoulder, which contacted their bods.
Russo gazes over Ty's bod, a hand softly working over ginger-brown hair.
It never phased Gio of being anything extraordinary, to have Tomer graze up and down his furry front with grazing like sheep over the prairie of Gio's massive pasture of dark hair, "I don't and I do. Is that like, okay?"
"Sure. Everyone's got their opinions of how things go."
Gio didn't have to ask further, but the balance of his last statement had Tomer thinking he was looking for more, "I just feel it was a long time ago. They say that times heal and maybe some of that has happened. I don't need revenge."
"Forgiveness is a good thing and I'm proud of you for accepting that, Tome."
"So, what is this truce about?"
Apparently, when Gio released Russo from the pit-showing bondage, it came with strings attached. Normally, if a man strapped to a table of bound by wrists and ankles, was hanging around unattended, Russo felt no shame in helping himself.
This was not the case, Gio and Tomer returning to find Ty lying there unscathed by the results of a strapping or any other means of torment.
In fact, it was Ty who says, "hey, you know, Russo here isn't such a bad guy?"
Gio is quick to say, "until you get to know the tip of his flogger against your back!"
With fake laughter, Russo says, "yeah, like you're a bowl of laughs, Gio."
While crossing the dark basement, Gio had explained to Tomer 'the truce' which has it surfacing, "so," he calls attention, clapping hands with a crack like a whip, "shall we get on with it, Russo?"
Tomer went right to his part in the fabricated scenario, after Gio had explained things, working the bindings from Ty's wrists, "what's up? I was just feeling comfortable, Tome."
From experience, having been in Ty's place, fastened to a wooden table, "I know the drill. Trust me, I feel bad taking your endorphin kick away."
"I don't suppose we can do a little modification of the truce?" Russo tries weaseling away the terms of the agreement, which would spare him a hundred lashes across the back, plus whatever other methods of torture which could satisfy a man's revenge.
"Sure, no problem Russo. In addition to the hundred lashes I could take a baseball bat to your balls and then after that..."
Literally holding his balls in the balance of his palms, like protecting his assets, Russo says, "never mind. Sorry I asked!"
Ty is the first to say, as he sits on the side of the wooden table, "if it helps you out Russo, I wouldn't mind sharing in the details of the truce?"
Gio didn't allow Russo to speak for himself, "nice of you to offer Ty, but Russo's gotta earn his own penance for how he treated Tome."
Having gotten an earful from Tomer, Gio knew his buddy sought no revenge, and in steering his eyes towards his buddy, a mental message passed between the two, that he was going to make Russo 'pay' for those years of bullying.
Minding what info Tomer revealed to him about the truce and the dissapointment of not being able to share in the punishment, "bummer."
Rubbing hands together, Gio says, "well, shall we get on with it, starting with the birthday boy?"
Every detail of the truce bothered Russo to the point he felt an uneasy taste in his mouth, like that of wanting to vomit, but more about ego, "this better not get out to anyone outside this darkroom, Gio."
Standing there at six-feet-four, feet shoulder width, arms under hair-crusted poundcakes, Gio stood like a pillar, the epitomy of a master of a darkroom. His stance he created himself, meant to throw fear into any 'boy' who outfitted a darkroom. Part of his demeanor was his 8c, hanging down from the pit of his pubes, without the ability to obscure bulging balls, which without thinking, could make any man thirst for oral contact.
Right now, Russo knew he had no choice but to fulfill the promise he made in order for Gio to override the terms of escaping revenge, "I'm not going to like this, but I'll do it."
Gio cracked a little smile.
Tomer was skeptical.
Ty still wished it could be himself and was at the point of fantasizing himself in Russo's place, to keep his erection ongoing.
"Damn right you will, Russo, or?"
Russo knew the score, having several scuff marks on his reputation, whereas whenever he showed up at a darkroom party, Gio stood out as the man who could reason, be good as gold, almost to the point of wearing a halo, for being the best alpha mate in the circuit. He was always understanding, adhered to limits, followed unsaid rules and whatever the outcome, willing to drop his meat into a man's mouth, or up 'his', regardless of whether earned, or not.
"Let's just get this over with."
Even though Gio had Russo strip out the harness he wore across his bear-chest, "uh, the chaps, Russo?"
"What the, Gio?"
After naked and outside, Russo had just re-outfitted himself in his leather get up, harness and chaps, only to yet slip leather booties on.
Each had their ideas of how this should go, but feelings put a damper on the intensity. 'Fond' wasn't the word, but Gio considered Russo somewhat of a friend, more when they gathered at a darkroom party than anywhere else. Sure, they had business dealings, but inside a dark basement, with minimal lighting and all the pleasures of a dungeon setting, thoughts of the real world gave way to illusion.
Knowing he had to do what a man had to do, Russo began divesting himself of the leather pants.
Ty felt like a kid in a candy store, when first setting eyes upon Gio's fat shaft and hanging monster balls, but when Russo unveiled his pube tube and low-hangers, it made him lick his lips. It's something he lusted for when Russo had his chance in the yoke, too dark to view the lower extremities from a distance.
Not oblivious to this, Tomer says, "down, boy!"
It sways Ty's opinion of things, "oh man, I love it when you talk to me like that, Tome."
Ringmast-Gio says, "ready birthday boy for the blowjob on your life?"
Russo dispised the attention, "you better not let this get out, Gio, or else."
Still in his macho-master stance, Gio says, "or what, Russo?"
Fuming, but keeping his anger at bay, Russo says, "just remember Gio, what comes around, goes around."
Tomer, feeling there's nothing which can hurt him with now, retaliates, "it's what goes around, comes around, Russo!"
Not keen on terms of the truce, Gio does the bidding for him, "so, what position you want to get in for Russo's blowjob, Tome?"
Truthfully, Tomer felt even though a term of Gio's truce might have been thought of as revenge, thinking of it as act of violation, being made to receive a blow job, not on his own terms.
Since Gio was calling the shots and not himself, Tomer comes up with an act of brilliance, "I've got a better idea."
Allowing all authority to slip out of his hands, Gio says, "it's your birthday, your call, Tome."
"Okay," and putting it in official lingo, "I forfeit the blowjob and pass it onto Ty."
A little screwed up in thought, or perhaps wishful thinking, "nice," Ty reacts, "I'd love to savor on that mouthful!"
"No, dummy," Tomer swats Ty in the back of the head.
Not understanding, Ty says, "what'd I do?"
"You're not giving a blowjob, you're getting one!"
With quick thinking, Ty says, "well, can we at least six-nine?"
Gio giggles, "now there's an idea."
Anthing they came up with, made Russo sneer, feeling repulsed at having any organ touch his pristine lips or ass!
"So, it's okay with you, Gio?"
"Whatever you want, Tome. It's your day."
Rather sacrifice his virginity, Russo volunteers, "look, I'm sorry for what I did to you all those years, when we were kids, Tomer."
Gio drops both arms and astounded by those words, "wow, Russo, I didn't think you had asking for forgiveness in you!"
Especially thinking it might help himself out, Russo says, "I just felt I needed to make amends," which coincides with him picking up the chaps he's dropped on the top of his boots.
"Thanks," is all Tomer can think of saying.
Ty, he grows thirstier, a bit disappointed Russo is pulling up the chaps, covering up.
"But wait a minute there, Russo," Gio cautions.
"I apologized."
"Well, I have to admit," Gio says, "the apology wasn't in the original truce agreement, but that doesn't mean everything else is null and void, if you know what I'm driving at?"
"Oh c'mon Gio. I said I was sorry."
Tomer throws his two cents in, "I think he was sincere, Gio."
A little vengeful himself, Gio says, "maybe so, but Russo's not leaving here until someone's been sucked. Tomer, your call?"
Throwing his apologetic gaze to Tomer, Russo waited for the verdict, well as everyone else in the darkroom.
Thinking of Russo, but also his new relationship interest, "I kind of like the six-nine idea."
"Awesome!" Ty struggles, forgetting he's tethered to the yoke.
Gio already sensed something going on between his buddy and Ty, but this cemented his feeling of a budding relationship, "so, can we get on with it before the others start arriving for the birthday party?"
Tomer reacts, "birthday party? Like, who would I know to invite?"
Gio knew, the few friends Tomer had, were back in the city, "prolly more my friends than yours, but it's always nice to meet new people?"
Ty takes the opportunity, "like me!"
Again, Russo was eager to get this ordeal over with, "can we just get on with this before the guests arrive?"
Still half-attached to Tomer says, with Ty in mind, "this'll be one birthday I'll never forget!"
Wishful thinking Ty says, "I hope I'm around for my next one?"
Bound, there wasn't much freedom in Ty's hands, Tomer taking up the slack, rubbing his digits up and down the fuzzy bod, "probably more than that. Maybe even when we're old men!"
From their pranking days, little did Gio realize that the idea of recording a prank on a cell phone could lead to more. Probably the reason he's praising himself now for placing a hidden camera in the ceiling above the bondage table Ty's been released from. Bluetooth compatible with his iPhone, he can easily turn it on and off or manipulate the cam to record a certain angle or image. It's also so small no one, not even Russo could detect it suspended from above, as he moves with Gio's directive, opening his mouth to receive and already hyped up shaft. Gio giggles to himself in an evil manner, knowing he'll love watching the 'up close' of the repulsive look on Russo's face, later on, with a bowl of popcorn and bottle of beer!
Buddy to buddy, Tomer says, "hey, can I have a look?"
"I got a better idea. Got your phone?"
He had to leave the darkroom, but Tomer's back in a jiffy, "here."
Taking it, Gio pairs them, which triangulates in on the ceiling cam.
"Will I be able to zero in on Ty?"
"It's your day. You can zero in on anything you wish!"
Though, Gio had to make sure he got the frames he was after, with Russo's cheeks bulging, his own meat in the process of getting swallowed, pulling out and then reinforcing the vengeful blow job. Gio smiles, feeling Russo's lips pursed as he moves up and down, in and out, until climax, when Gio grunts, howls, mellows out with insignificance, having emptied his balls.
"Getting some good footage," Gio says, "how about you?"
"Yeah, but with one difference."
"Oh," Gio draws his attention away from Russo choking, "how does that go?"
"One difference between you and me. You're pure evil!"
Coming from anyone else, it probably would not have drawn the response of kissing a mate, Tomer saying to Gio, "are you going to give me my birthday blowjob tonight?"
"What, and deprive Ty?"
"Maybe, but what kind of a birthday would it be without my best bud there?"
"Well," Gio says, whimsically, one hand on a hip, "I suppose Ty and me could learn to share!"
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