The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas,in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Writer's Block" 18 written By Bradford Dean Bigelow
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"It's not as bad as we thought!"
As soon as Chase and I walked in through the cabin door, Tony, lying in bed next to Bobby, jabbered away. Crawling from the bed, apologizing for almost crushing Bobby's balls, with his knee, he paired up with Chase, heading for the kitchen.
Their voices trailed away, as I heard Chase asking, "I thought you and Bobby would have the dishes all done by now, Tony!"
"Get real, Chase!"
Moving towards the bed, Bobby sitting there on the edge, I questioned, "Somebody going to fill me in on the big secret?"
"Yeah, sure Brad. C'mon, let's take a walk."
Exiting the cabin once more, I protested, "Not another walk on the beach? My feet are burnt enough!"
"Did it feel good Brad?" Bobby asked, grinning an evil smile.
"Yeah right, so what's this all about?"
"In good time," he replied.
Around the back of the cabin, facing the woods, Bobby brought us to the front door of a small building.
"What's this?"
"To anybody else, it would resemble a gardener's shed," Bobby replied.
"Yeah, but one problem with that Bobby?"
"Oh? And what would that be Brad?"
"Where's the garden?"
"Brilliant deduction. Enter."
After Bobby keyed the padlock and pushed open the windowless shed, I tore through a couple of cobwebs, before taking in the interior view.
"What tha?"
"Cool, huh?"
"It... it looks like a real, old-fashioned, medieval torture rack!" I replied, feeling up the large wheel on the side of it.
"That's because it is."
"Bill's into this?"
"You heard him yourself, Brad, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Hey, wait a minute Bobby. How did you know? You weren't there when..... wait a minute."
I stood there with a smirk on my face, as Bobby started giggling. I waited until his laughter died down.
"Okay, you going to tell me the truth and nothing but the truth, Bobby?"
"Yeah, okay, Brad. But here, lie down and take your mind off of things while I explain it to you?" Bobby asked of me, as he took a rag and wiped the rack off.
I didn't know why I was doing this. A couple of days ago, I might have thought myself an insane individual, putting my life on the line by hopping up on an old, old table, with the apparatus for stretching out the body. By now, I knew Bobby wouldn't take things to the extremely. That is, I think I knew Bobby that well enough!
"What do I do?"
"Nothing, Brad. Lie down on your back and I'll do the rest."
"I don't know, Bobby!"
"Brad, you're shitting me, aren't you?"
Rolling my eyes, I lay down on the table. I let Bobby place my left foot next to a leather restraining device. He slipped it over my foot, to my ankle, tightening it. Sliding my legs apart, he did the same to my right ankle.
"Comfy?"
"No bad.... yet!"
Bobby smiled. I didn't know what to think, though I wasn't at all nervous. Thinking the opposite, it excited me. At least that's what the twitch in my cock thought. Reaching above my head, he dragged one arm up and fastened it above my head. Then he did the same to the other.
"Oh fuck!" Bobby yelled out.
When he went to turn the wheel, it made a sound, but only budged a minute fraction of an inch. I laughed out loudly.
"You wouldn't be laughing in a minute, boy!" He tried to frighten me.
The more Bobby grunted, trying to move that wheel the more hilarity I got out of it, laughing louder. He especially tickled me, when he cursed, threatening me with hellbent pain, my bones cracking and finally gave up.
"Fuck!"
Silence set in for a few seconds.
Like I should be the one saying this, I replied, "Sorry."
"Yeah, me too," Bobby replied, ordering, "Move over."
With my arms and legs still restrained, I shimmied my torso to the side. Bobby, his back to me, hopped up and sat on the edge.
"I take it that Bill hasn't used this place in a long time, Bobby?"
"By the looks of the place, years."
"Have you ever... you know?"
"Used it? No. I mean, I've watched Bill play with guys here."
"You have?"
"Sure. He's not into it serious. Only into wannabees that want to fulfill their fantasies."
"Lot of guys like that?"
"Tons of them. Some for the sex, others that want hardcore pain."
"Like me, Bobby?"
"You, Brad? You don't know what pain is."
"I thought it hurt when you bashed my balls in."
"Of taken fifty lashes, on the beach?"
I smiled. Time for some quality moments.
"Yeah. I know. Thanks for what you and Frank did for me. If I'd known those guys meant business, I wouldn't have rushed into playing with you... and them."
"Tony ever thank you?"
"Tony?"
"Yeah, if you hadn't come along, it would've been him stretched out, taking the whipping."
"No, but wait'll I see him next!"
"Nah. Let's wait on that one, Brad."
"Why?"
"Make a nice Halloween joke, don't you think?"
"Like the hidden agenda you're keeping from me now?"
I figured it must've been the way I said it. Like I had gotten horned up, wanting to see how it felt to get stretched out on an old medievel torture rack, Bobby had me stretched out to his own advantage. So, taking advantage of me not able to protest, he leaned over, placed one hand under my left pit and the other to the right. His lips touched mine.
"Bobby, you're doing it again."
"Yeah, just a sec," he stated, before hopping off the rack.
Turning around, Bobby climbed back up. He looked at my face and then his eyes searched down, in between us, looking for the reason I gazed down our bodies, as he hovered over me, almost lying directly over my body.
"Hee.. heeee... you want it, don't you Bradford?"
I smiled. That was enough to convince Bobby that I did indeed want to pleasure us both, with his cock in my mouth.
The moment seemed to present itself, eyeing up that beautiful chest of black hair, so I confessed, "You know, Bobby, everytime I looked at you, I've wanted to tear open your shirt and look at that hairy chest of yours?"
"Oh, so the 'no tee shirt' and thin linen dress shirts got you too, did they?"
"What?" I was shocked. "You.. You dressed like that on purpose?"
"Yeah. Kind of a quirky thing with me. Hey, you're not the only one who has lusted over seeing what lay underneath the threads, Bradford!"
I resolved to replying, "Hmm..."
"But now that seeing me.. 'in the flesh'? Bet you want to taste my chest, don't you Bradford?"
I smiled.
"Bet you want to lick my hairy chest, don't you?"
My smile grew.
"Bet your tongue is just aching to find my nips in all this fur and suck on them, aren't they?"
His face was so close. Close to the touch. All I had to do is raise my head, to reach those lips. Instead, Bobby leaned forward, positioning the center of his chest over my face. He most likely became his own cum-driven man, talking up his cock, because as he sank down to position his left pec over my mouth, his cock began painting an abstract of it's own sort, on my hairy stomach.
"Oooooooooh," I sighed, finding his nip and jabbing it with my tongue.
Bobby was correct, in knowing all, telling all. I also deduced he had a bit of masochism in himself. At first, I tenderly licked around his nipmeat, but like wanting his cock deeper inside my mouth, he wanted more nip action, so pressed his chest farther, into my face. Mighty strangely, I took his nipmeat in between my teeth and bit down.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed out, but at the same time pulled away.
I figured I'd get a slap or my balls squashed.
Instead, Bobby asked, "Why'd you let go?"
"Didn't it hurt you, Bobby?"
"No more than it would've hurt you, Brad."
"Bobby, you're freakin' me out here, you know that?"
"Brad, don't you get it?"
"Apparently not, Bobby."
"I let you take my cherry last night. Claim my ass and you fuckin' don't get it?"
"I'm trying to absorb all this, Bobby."
"Dammit, Bradford! Here...."
Jumping off the table, he unfastened my hands quickly.
"Come over here."
I did an uneasy situp. Stretched out, with my arms above my head, even though the torture rack failed, made my arms sore. I couldn't imagine what they would feel like if the wheel of fortune turned. I hopped down from the table and followed Bobby over to the other side of the room.
"Here."
He handed me a set of leather cuffs. I began putting one over my right wrist.
"No, you dumb ass. Mine!"
"Your's, Bobby?"
"That's what I said."
"What for?"
"Just do it Brad?"
Things started to get obvious here. If he was going to be the one wearing leather cuffs around his wrists, then that would leave him to being the guy that submitts. But to what I wondered. I slipped each cuff on each wrist. He then lowered a chain from the ceiling, til it hung about five feet from the floor. Reaching up, Bobby connected each ring on the cuffs, to the hook on the end of the chain.
"No, Bobby. What are you doing?"
"Just fuckin' do it, Brad!"
The decision weighed heavy on my mind.
He swung around, as I moved to yank on the chain.
"Do it, Brad, you coward!"
'Coward?' I said to myself. I knew he used it to provoke me, but a coward I wasn't. I didn't get to be a CEO, at twenty-five years of age, being a coward. I took hold of the other end of the chain and gave a pull. I suddenly got a flashback. About a week ago, in the dungeon, Bobby had Frank almost jambing a buttplug up Darryl's ass, with his boot heel. Hmm... maybe it'd be time I helped Frank do some payback or even catch Bobby at one of his own foxy games. I hoisted Bobby up, his arms shooting straight up towards the ceiling, anchoring it.
"I don't know."
"Don't know what, Brad."
"Aren't you forgetting your manners, 'boy'?"
Smiling and a little out of place for Bobby, he responded, "Yes, Sir?"
"That's better."
Things became even better, as I put my arms around him and hugged him, my lips going to his lips. After we broke, it dawned on me that I had Bobby right where I wanted him. Maybe he thought about submitting to me, but my lips and tongue wanted to takeover and torture him all over. I sank down to my knees, my hands traveling along the ridges of his hairy pecs, finding something to hold on to,
"Oooooooooh," Bobby sighed, squirming, as I mashed his nips and parted my lips.
"Guess I'm not the only ones, sensitive 'there', huh?"
"Depends on who's doing it, Brad..oooooooh!"
"Trying to make me feel special, Bobby?" I asked, inbetween a lick here and lick there... here a lick.. there a lick... everywhere a lick.lick!
"You are special...oooooh... Brad.. I wouldn't let anybody else touch me the way you touch me and make me feel oooooooohhh."
"Hmm... the submissive side of Bobby Freeman, huh?"
"To only one special guy."
I wondered, backing off. Perhaps Bobby read my mind, or had thoughts of his own.
Without me saying so, Bobby says to me, "Go ahead, Brad. Do it. They're over there."
Bobby moved his head, motioning for me to go over to the far wall. As I stare at the dusty straps, I felt up several.
"Nah," I said.
"You've gotta do it, Brad."
"No, Bobby. I...I can't."
All I heard was a frustrating sigh. Frankly, I knew how Bobby was feeling at this moment. Like myself, how many years have I wanted an uninhibited top, master type, to come along and play with my body? And when Bobby tortured my balls, my nips, whipped me, then how did I feel. Reaching out to the wall of straps, I thought of how much Bobby wanted this, for whatever satisfaction he would be deriving from it, for whatever worth it meant to him that it was me behind the strap. He danced around on his tippee toes, with his back facing me.
"Tie my legs out to the sides, Brad. There's loops in the floor."
"Bobby, are you sure you want this?"
"It's not a question of wanting, Brad. I need it and I need it to be you."
Well, at least part of my assumptions had been correct. I squatted down, finding the almost hidden metal loops in the floor. Standing, I stold the leather cuffs I still had around my ankles and fastened them to Bobby's ankles, then attached them to each of the metal loops that lift out of the floor.
"Don't your wrists hurt, Bobby?"
He hung solely from his wrists, as his feet had now been separated and stretched far apart.
"Just get on with it, Brad."
"Where?"
"All over. Ass, back, chest, stomach, pubes and don't stop til you've given me a hundred."
"You're lucky I've gotten this far. I'm only giving you ten."
"Coward!" he yelled back, in his own defense.
I smirked, saying to myself, 'Okay, let's get this over and done with, once and for all, then!'
The first whack, I gave him across the ass.
"That sucked!" Bobby called out.
"Sucked, huh?" I replied.
I then remembered the lash I got across the shoulder blades at the beach. I figured, 'This'll make him change his tune!'
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Bobby cried out, as the room rang out with a loud crack, echoing through the room.
"Oh fuck, Bobby!" I through down the stupid strap.
Grabbing Bobby from the rear, I put my arms around him, holding him in a bearhug. I could feel the heat from that one lash searing across my chest. I reached forward, loosening the slack on Bobby's wrists. As he lowered, his ankle cuffs became disengaged in the metal floor loops. While he steadied himself, I turned round his body. I hugged Bobby, as if his life hung on by a thread.
"Dammit, Bobby. What is this all about?"
"I....I need you Brad. I...I never want to lose you."
"And you're not going to, Bobby. Dammit, I claimed your ass and nobody else better think about touching it! Now let's get the fuck outta this dingy dump!"
I felt like Rhett Butler carrying Scarlett O'Hara all the way back home, to Tara!
"What happened to you two?"
"What's wrong with Bobby?" Tony asked, all concerned.
"Stubbed my toe," Bobby replied.
Tony and Chase weren't dumb. In fact, maybe Bobby and I had been the stupid ones. Bobby still donned the wrists and ankle jewelry!
Chase-baby exclaimed, "Don't either of you set foot in here, with that dirt all over you!"
Seems like the sight of jewelry, made them both understand that neither of us had been in any dire straights, even though I carried Bobby in the cabin door.
"What do you mean, Chase-baby?"
"We've packed lunch... here the two of you haul this ice chest of beer down to the beach."
"Ice chest? Beer only?" Bobby asks, recovering rather quickly.
"Yes, seems like before we leave on our trip, we're going to have time for a beach party."
"But," Bobby interrupts, "we're supposed to leave at five?"
"Bill got a message to us," Tony states, "The flight is at midnight, instead."
"Oh."
As Bobby carried one end of the beer and ice laden ice chest, I carried the other.
"Those two make quite a couple, don't they, Brad?"
"Yeah. I wonder if they love each other like you and I love each other?"
"I don't know, Brad. Could be."
"By the way, Bobby, you never filled me in on the big secret."
"It's not that a big of a deal, Brad."
"Then, you mind telling me?"
"Hmm... don't know if I can trust you..oooooooowch!"
I dropped my end of the ice chest, almost making Bobby fall onto the beach.
"Pull a muscle, Bobby?"
"No, I didn't pull a muscle, Bradford. What'd you do that for?"
"I'm not moving until you tell me!"
Calling my bluff, I watched as Bobby sweat, trying to pull the heavy ice chest along the beach. I even gave him a tougher time, sitting down on the ice chest.
"You know you're impossible, Bradford!" Bobby said, stopping his pace, trying to drag the ton of beer and me.
"I know."
He sat down on the ice chest with me, our bare butts smooshed together.
"The story goes like this. We can't return to where we're living."
"What? Why not, Bobby?"
"Because Al Grogan will know."
"Well, won't he eventually find out where we live?"
"Yes, but by that time, maybe I'll have some force to us against him."
"Force to use against him, huh?"
I laughed, as Bobby shooed my hand away from playing with his buttcrack!
"I have a plan."
"Like I'm surprised, Bobby?"
"Well, the big secret is that while we're in Costa Rica, our condo is being cleaned out."
"You mean like Chase-baby's and my stuff?"
"And Tony's and mine, Jeff Malone, Paco, Jordan, Kevin, Frank, Kareem and all the other guys' stuff."
"Do you mean Al Grogan would stoop that low?"
"How well do you know Al Grogan, Brad?"
"Not at all. I could find out."
"Let me save you the trouble. He got his twenty grand back from Jason, but it's not over until he gets twice that."
"So how are you going to remedy that, Bobby?"
"Bradford, we are going to build a strong company and then before Al Grogan knows what hits him, we're going to rip Visual Tech out from under his feet."
"Wow! We are Bobby? Our company is going to be that great?"
"It already is."
"Oh shit! Another secret?"
Bobby laughed. Then our boys showed up.
"Hey you two. Get your asses offa that!" Tony yelled at us."
"Heeeeeeeeey, is this the beer? Us guys are thirsty!"
Mighty Kareem had showed up. Taking the ice chest of beer in both his hands, he lifted it up, in front of his chest.
"We've got it Kareem," I called out.
However, he walked right away, carrying it right in front of his bare pecs.
"Here!"
"Yeah, here!"
Our boys slapped what they carried, right up against our bodies and headed back to the cabin. We walked towards we saw Kareem, in the distance.
"So, where are we going to live, Bobby?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know. You're having all us guys evicted and.."
"Brad, can it?"
"But?"
"Brad, Bill and Chaz are working on it. Could be New York, or Chicago, or might even be Honolulu."
"Honolulu, huh? Hmmm...I hear they have a lot of nice hula boys there?"
Bobby laughed.
"Just don't stand there guys! Let's get this party rockin'!" Kareem shouted, as a wave of guys came running towards us.
Grabbing the gear we had, they continued past us, relieving our boys of the grill and other necessities. I bent down, to pick up Killer, his black fur all sandy. From another direction, I got a hand up the ass.
"Yikes!"
My Chase-baby laughed along with the others, saying, "Miss me?"
Sure did miss my Chase-baby's special treatment of my love chute!
"Hey Chase! Bradford, man! Come git with some volleyball!"
"Looks like Chad is starting to fit in, nicely," I commented to my Chase-baby, as we walked towards the crowd that resembled a gay nudist colony.
"Hmm," came a swipe of his hand against my asscheeks, "let's just make sure that Chad doesn't 'fit in' too nicely?"
"Only one man works this ass!"
"Only one of us, Bradford?"
"Yeah, only one," I replied.
I knew his ears burned, wanting more explanation as to what went on whenever Bobby and I had been together, ever, in the distant and recent past.
"Oh?"
'Yep, he wanted it', I thought.
Instead of advancing to the volleyball game, which continued, in progress, without us, we stopped and walked to a log that seemed to be in limbo, fallen down and become weather beaten for eons. It's soft wood, as if sandpapered smooth didn't prick our asses, when our butts met for discussion.
"Chase, how do you look at our relationship?"
As when Chase-baby became serious with me and he used 'Bradford', my deepened conversation reverted to a more serious tone.
"The 1, 2, 3 of it is you, Tony and then Bobby."
"1, 2, 3?" I asked, sort of getting it, but wanting to hear how he related to it.
"You're number one, of course, Bradford."
See what I mean, with the serious tone?
"I really love you lots, but I've grown fond of Tony. Like you, he's kind, loving, caring, crazy at times, sometimes an idiot, take charge other times, but doesn't come close to you, other respects."
"Oh? And how would that be?"
"Don't get me wrong, Bradford. He's a great kisser and all, like you, worships my body in bed, but you've got a much tighter ass."
I laughed out loud, then responded, "I do, do I?"
"Yeah."
"So, that's the only reason you're distinguishing us from number 1 and 2?"
"No and I'm sure there's unnamed reasons why you think that Bobby is different from me?"
"You're right on the money there, Chase-baby. I mean, don't get me wrong here, but I think a lot of this reflects on the fact that I met you before I met Bobby."
"So if I died today, he'd take up the slack?"
"Chase, don't you ever fuckin' say or think something like that!"
I was actually pissed at his remark, would you believe it?
"Yeah, okay. Sorry I said it."
"Makes me sick that you could even come up with something like that."
"I know. I don't know why I said it. C'mon, Brad. Sit back down here."
Looking down at my blond lover, I couldn't help but not. Of course, he went and pushed all the right buttons, to relax me. Reached his arm around behind my back, from the left and then snuck his palm in between my right arm, through my hairy pit and then had just enough middle finger length left, to touch my nip.
"Feels nice, but we gotta talk, Chase-baby."
"Geesh! Must be serious, Brad, if you're turning down a hot nip massage!"
"We've got to get this relationship thing straightened out."
Instead of pussyfooting around, not in the sexual sense, I lay it out on the table.
"Chase, I love you very much and have deep roots of love for you. I'm not talking about anything sexual here. I love you."
"I know you do, Brad and I understand your love for Bobby and Tony."
"You do?"
"Yup. The way I see it, Bradford," my Chase-baby seriously took on the subject, "is that you and Bobby are madly in love. I don't see this as an infatuation think, either. However, I do think it's more superficial than what you and I have."
"You do?"
"Sure. I think for now, it's more sexual. You enjoy each other sexually, but you also have caring undertones, like the welfare of each other."
"You know what Bobby told me?"
"What?"
"That he's sort of had this crush on me since day one, with the company."
"And you know what Tony told me?"
"What's that Chase-baby?"
"He told me that the only reason Bobby sought after a position with the company was because of you!"
"That son-of-a-bitch! Why didn't he tell me that?"
"Bradford, calm down. Does it matter? You know where Bobby's coming from now."
"The man is such a bundle of mystery."
"Yeah, well you don't expect him to open up all at once, do you?"
"I don't know. It always seems like he has something cooking up and then 'wham-bang-boom', he's springing it on me!"
"And what about you, Brad?"
"What about me?"
"Have you hit Bobby with any of your 'wham-bang-boom's yet?"
"Well, he did actually compliment me on something."
"Oh, and what was that pray tell?"
"The matching up of Juan Delgado and Darryl Jennings."
"Well, see that Brad?"
"See what?"
"He's putting his trust in you already. He thought you did something good for the business."
"Yeah, one little thing."
"Oh, there's got to be other times, Brad. Bobby's always talking about this 'rescuing' people. If he didn't think you had hope, would he rescue you?"
"Rescue me? I don't need rescuing."
"You mean to tell me that you knew the company was going to go through a take over, Brad?"
"No, but..."
"And that's why Bobby thought about you heading up a company that he's going to sink millions of his own dollars into and...."
"Millions? Of dollars?"
"Sure. You don't think he's going into this venture with money from his piggybank, do you?"
"Bobby has millions?"
"Didn't he tell you that?"
"Nooooo. Told you he was full of secrets, Chase-baby."
"And like I told you Brad. Bobby will reveal to you, what you need to know, when the time comes."
"Hmm... or my spies?"
"Spies, Brad?"
"Like you?"
"I'm not your spy, Bradford and I don't intend on being that to you, however if the four of us are going to be a family, we need to be honest with each other."
"Family? That sounds weird."
"Yeah, well, it's still you and me, Brad, Tony and Bobby, but like you, I'm real close to Tony and can't shake that feeling. Tell me it's any different with you and Bobby."
"You're right, Chase-baby. I'm just thankful that you can be that understanding."
"Don't forget that Bobby and Tony are part of this relationship, too."
"So, are you going to have spies out on Bobby and me, when we become official business partners?"
"Do I have to Brad? Think of it, I'm not going to have to worry if you and Bobby go off on some business trip and have sex together."
"Hee heeee.. yeah, I guess so."
"And the same should be true for you, Brad. When you and Bobby are away, you two shouldn't worry that Tony and I have each other and don't have to surf the internet looking for a one night stand, even though I have higher standards for that type of thing."
"Yeah, I think I like the idea of you having Tony, Chase-baby. Does he feel the same about you?"
"Yes, but I don't think it would hurt if the four of us relaxed one evening and talked out our relationship."
"I think you should be a shrink or something, Chase-baby."
"Why's that?"
"You seem to have all the answers."
"Nah. Concern maybe, but not all the answers. Down the road I'm sure each of us will have some questions and it's good that the four of us talk freely, open and often about ourselves and each other."
"Then again, you ever think about going into gay marriage counseling, Chase baby?"
"Nah. Don't think I'd be able to keep my cock in my pants long enough!"
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