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Butch Military Men Shaved & Tickled

Two butch military men including a Marine Captain and a Navy officer are bound, shaved, humiliated and tickled in this hot story of revenge by Richard including ass play and forced cumming.
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Butch Military Men Shaved & Tickled
by Richard

USMC Capt. Brian “Butch” Buckingham was not only a Captain in the United States Marine Corps, he was also the Captain of the Camp Pendleton’s elite officers’ swim team. Capt. Buckingham had been Pledgemaster of his snobby fraternity before joining the Marine Corps. The 6′ 4″, 27 year-old Capt. Buckingham was darkly handsome and only too well aware of it. Capt. Buckingham couldn’t pass a mirror or a reflective glass window without pausing at length to admire his spiffily USMC uniformed, sun-bronzed muscular body, and his hyper-masculine marine buzz cut jet black hair. He had risen quickly to high officer status at a young age due to his ROTC training in college and his own domineering pushing “success at any cost” persona.

Capt. Buckingham was absorbed in admiration of his hot bod as he headed for a swim practice at the Camp Pendleton pool pavilion, Capt. Buckingham pausing before a reflective tinted window of one of the USMC administrative buildings to flex his muscles and admire how his form-fitting Marine Corps dress shirt hugged his well-defined musculature, Capt. Buckingham also admiring the tuft of jet-black body hair that was visible at the collar of his shirt. Capt. Buckingham was a fairly hairy guy which most chicks found to be a great turn-on. Capt. Buckingham was proud of his humpy body hair and was glad that Major Collins, the coach of the elite Marine Corps swim team, was not one of those ones who made the swimmers shave their legs or shit like that. Fuck, Capt. Buckingham had heard that some coaches made the swimmers even shave their fuckin’ armpits like a girl, chest hair too! Shit! Capt. Buckingham didn’t even want to speculate whether or not some even required shaved crotches and butts. The mere thought sent a chill down his spine. Well, what the fuck, there was no talk of any new swim coach so his lush, treasured pubes were safe.

Capt. Buckingham met up with his best friend and fellow member of the Camp Pendleton swim team, Lt. Duke Jameson. Duke was a 26 year-old, 6′ 3″, deeply tanned, Marine buzz-cut sandy blond haired former Southern California beach boy. They had a good mutual laugh about their success in weeding out “fuckin’ faggot recruits” from the Marine Corps. That fuckin’ “don’t ask, don’t tell” shit had to go. It was just that fuckin’ fag-loving Clinton Administration at it again. The duo had successfully “outed” several gays in the Corps lately by enlisting fellow officers to entrap them by implying they were available for sex, only to use their homosexuality as an excuse to kick them out of the Corps.

Capt. Buckingham and Duke proceeded to the pool pavilion’s separate swim team members-only locker room, completely separate and on the opposite side of the pavilion from the locker room for general use. Capt. Buckingham punched in the secret code access on the door to the team locker room. Neither Capt. Buckingham nor Duke realized that the door had not clicked completely shut after they entered the private locker room, since the swim team members were pretty rowdy and noisy and the showers were hissing in the background.

Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson were stowing their stuff in their lockers when Capt. Buckingham noticed out of the corner of his eye that some buck private recruit had strayed into the private locker room and was looking around. Capt. Buckingham quickly determined that the fucker was “another fuckin’ faggot looking for a cheap thrill-trying to catch elite swim team members bareass so he could go back to his barracks and beat off over it later!! Fuckin’ fag!” Capt. Buckingham and Duke as well as their other Marine Corps buds regularly bashed gays in Laguna Beach for their weekend amusement.

The still fully clothed Capt. Buckingham rushed over to the “fag”, with Lt. Duke Jameson in hot pursuit behind him, Capt. Buckingham and Duke bodily grabbing the intruder, who was in fact Marine Corps Private Jeff Banks, a 20-year-old Marine Corps recruit who was unfamiliar with the locker room layout. Unfortunately for him, Jeff also happened to be gay, but was not in reality on “the lookout” for swim team members, he just wanted to use the pool.

Nevertheless Capt. Buckingham and Duke pounced on Jeff, found his explanation incredible and proceeded to “teach the fag a lesson” by rip-stripping Jeff out of his uniform, spanking his bare ass flaming fire-engine red, and then throwing him out of the locker room naked, forcing him to run all the way to the other side of the building in public corridors to Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson’s loud guffaws and hoots of laughter.

About a week after this, Jeff was relaxing at a nearby “lake” a few miles inland from the Camp Pendleton boundaries (which was in reality an old rock quarry that had filled with water). The weather was uncomfortably hot and Jeff had gone there on his weekend leave to cool off. People from the base had spread the word about this secluded spot, which was ringed by rock “cliffs” which were the sides of the old quarry. The rock cliff faces were partially covered by foliage that had grown over them. There were only a few treacherous paths down to or back up from the “lake” itself, but some “die hard” show offs were known to dive from the top of the cliffs down into the cool, clean, yet murky, water. Jeff brought his video camera with him, since he still felt like a tourist since he left his folks back East, and he wanted to record his new environment so his family back home could see it.

Jeff was sunning himself in boxer-type swim trunks in a small clearing at the top of one of the cliffs after having hiked down for a dip in the “lake”. The spot he chose was within walking distance from the area where most persons parked their cars, yet private. Nevertheless, Jeff was able to observe persons that arrived or departed, although he had seen very few people yet, as the day was still young and it was not yet “prime time” for lake visitors despite the heat. Jeff understood from his friends that the “day-trippers” from the town did not arrive till a few hours later.

Jeff was momentarily disturbed by the sound of an arriving Marine Corps jeep, which sounded unusually loud due to the serene lake setting. The sound made him turn around and observe the jeep parking in the parking area. A few minutes later, lo and behold, Jeff saw none other than the strutting Camp Pendleton Swimming Team Captain /USMC Capt. Brian “Butch” Buckingham and Lt. Duke Jameson dressed in their marine Corps officer’s uniforms and carrying gym bags.

Jeff watched them as they followed the path from the parking area and went slightly past where Jeff was only to turn and double back and head up another path towards the highest cliff point the lake had.

Jeff stealthily followed them unobserved, taking his video camera with him. Jeff caught up with the strutting duo as they had just ascended to the highest clearing in the lake area, and they were braying about their past weekend’s exploits so loudly that they did not hear Jeff close on their heels.

Jeff found a spot behind some foliage where he secreted himself and started the video rolling.

Capt. Buckingham was bragging about the details of how he had laid “some hot babe” the previous weekend. The gist of the duo’s conversation was that they had had a good weekend but that they “hadn’t got any” since and that was almost a week ago. To Jeff’s delight, while they talked they also began to strip out of their clothes, Capt. Buckingham removing his uniform shirt and tee shirt to reveal his sun-bronzed muscular hairy chest, jet-black hair fanning out over his pectoral muscles and over his perfect, pointed man-tits, then narrowing in a line that ran down past his navel only to flare out more fully as it approached the dude’s crotch. Capt. Buckingham also revealed a flash of the depths of his incredibly hairy sweaty armpits as he removed his shirt.

Lt. Duke Jameson also removed his tee shirt to reveal his sun-bronzed muscular nearly smooth chest, Duke having only a small amount of dirty-blond body hair fanning out over his pectoral muscles and over his perfect, pointed man-tits, but his six-pack abdominals were sun-bronzed and smooth. Duke also revealed a flash of the depths of his hairy sweaty armpits as he removed his shirt.

Capt. Buckingham and Duke then simultaneously removed their blue uniform pants with their wide red stripes along the pants-legs, revealing their muscular, sun-bronzed hairy legs, but Jeff was disappointed to see that they were both already wearing their nylon Speedo swim trunks and were apparently not going to strip further for his camera. Sure enough, these were their swim team swim trunks in the USMC colors, Capt. Buckingham’s emblazoned with the words “Team Captain” on the team logo applique. Jeff noticed and Capt. Buckingham and Duke commented upon the fact that their trunks were each sweat-stained in the sweaty crotch and asscrack areas due to being confined in the heat, Capt. Buckingham and Duke hooting about “yeah, shit it must be hot, look how we’ve already sweat through our fuckin trunks, dude!”

Duke was all primed to therefore take a plunge into the lake, but the horny Capt. Buckingham instead suggested that since they were both horny they might as well jack off before having their swim workout. Duke was shocked at the suggestion “But c’mon it’s public here, man, what if someone sees us or something?” Capt. Buckingham very convincingly pointed out that they were all alone at the highest point in the lake area, that no one could possibly see them, and “fuckin’ double-dared” his inferior officer, Lt. Jameson to do it.

Taking this as a challenge, Lt. Jameson boldly began to untie the drawstring of his sexy, packed Speedos, only to slowly strip them right down over his sexy size 12 feet and kick them about 10 feet away, revealing his big cock, which was already half-hard from the excitement of a technically public jerk-off session, also revealing his hairy balls and lush dirty-blond-haired pubic bush.

Capt. Buckingham did likewise with his team captain Speedos revealing his own even bigger cock, hairy bull-balls and incredibly lush pubic bush.

Both officer’s bodies were totally sun-bronzed and muscular in total contrast to their snow-white midsections which were normally covered from the sun by their swim trunks, which left sexy tan lines on both humpy guys. Capt. Buckingham’s bare white butt was lightly jet-black hair-flecked and his asscrack was split by a thick line of jet-black fur, whereas Lt. Jameson’s butt was smooth except for a thin trail of dirty-blond hair through his asscrack.

The naked USMC officers then laid down on some towels they had brought with them and Capt. Buckingham tossed Lt. Jameson some sun tan oil lubricant after squirting a copious amount into his own brawny, sun-bronzed hand.

The denuded duo then laid back and pounded their meat for several minutes while Capt. Butch Buckingham regaled them both with “blow-by-blow” accounts of his most recent sexual exploits with various bimbettes, even explaining in graphic detail about how he especially liked to tie up the babes and tease them, tickle their girlish bodies against their will till they wet their pants, only to fuck the shit out of them and sodomize them while they begged for mercy.

Both officers got even hotter as they got off on the idea of having power over helpless female victims, each slapping their hot cocks with a fury and sneaking tickling fingers onto their own man-tits and hairy bull-balls until their balls suddenly rose up all the way, the toes on their size 12 feet curled, their bare feet flexed, and each officer exploded in huge orgasms, spraying hot Marine Corps officer cum all over the place, arcing high in the air and splattering each other, squirting their chests, faces and even their buzz-cut hair.

Jeff recorded all this on his video camera, but departed as the two officers lay panting and recovering from their huge orgasms, Jeff working his way down a path far below where the officers were collecting themselves, until he was down at lake level. Jeff decided to see what happened next before he would leave the lake.

Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson got back into their Speedos, drooling the dregs of their huge cums into the nylon swim trunks, the duo laughing at their sperm-soaked torsos, faces and hair and vowing to let the lake water clean them off and cool them off. Fanning themselves from the heat, neither officer re-tied their swim trunk drawstrings very well, wanting to let more air in to cool down their private parts.

Jeff saw them appear at the edge of the high cliff from his vantage point at lake level, so he began his video rolling again, whereupon Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson made perfect dives, entering the deep lake water in what would earn them a perfect “10+” from diving competition judges, their size 12 feet slicing through the water behind them as their bodies entered the water perfectly straight at great speed due to the extreme height of their jump.

Jeff was astonished and amused to see, however, that the force of their dive had apparently caused their spiffy swim team swim trunks to fly right off of their humpy asses as they entered the water, as he saw both pairs of the sweaty, recently cum-stained trunks float to the surface and then be carried by the force of the dive in big concentric waves ever closer and closer to the lake edge, directly where Jeff was standing. Soon, Jeff was able to snatch the bullying homophobic USMC officer’s sweat and cum-stained Speedos out of the water, relishing the fact that they maintained much of their sweaty, cum-smelling residue and contained stray pubic hairs trapped in their crotch and asscrack areas. Cool souvenirs of the cocky officer’s comeuppance, particular Capt. Buckingham’s with its spiffy Swim Captain logo.

Even better, with the video still running, Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson finally surfaced from their deep dive, looking flushed and embarrassed each even shouting to the other “hey, man I fuckin’ lost my fuckin’ trunks in the dive!! Where the fuck are they??” as the hapless suddenly denuded officers frantically searched the surface of the lake for their missing trunks, vainly searching for those brief nylon articles to cover their hunky reproductive organs and bare asses. Capt. Buckingham assured the panicking Lt. Jameson that they couldn’t have got lost, that they would soon locate them. But after several minutes of searching they came up empty handed. They were thankful that although the lake water was clean it was murky enough so that it was not transparent, so as long as they treaded water, their dignity would remain intact.

Deciding to now show himself, Jeff teased “Looking for these suckers, guys? Huh? Ya want these trunks so you can cover your sorry asses, huh?”

Furious, Lt. Jameson pointed out that that was that “fuckin’ faggot” recruit who tried to sneak into their private locker room the other day! Both Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson “ordered” the lowly private to “Hand over our fuckin’ trunks this instant, you fuckin’ faggot, or we’ll have you court-martial for insubordination so fast your cocksuckin’ head will spin!!”

Jeff merely laughed and teasingly waved the wet, inside-out intimate apparel at the embarrassed officers.

Jeff later heard that Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson had finally had to get out of the lake as horrified picnickers, senior citizens and nuns shouted in shocked dismay at the indecent exposure of these “flashers”, many using their cell phones to call the sheriffs. Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson suffered abject public humiliation and were forced to radio the base for underlings to bring them fresh uniforms to wear which meant another hour bareassed in the sun till help arrived.

When they returned to the base the two furious officers tracked down Jeff and told them how they were personally going to “de-ball his faggot ass slowly” and have him kicked out the Marines for his actions, only to be confronted with the video (and still photos made therefrom) of their illegal public jack-off session. The horrified officers realized they had been beaten by the “little fag” which pissed them off no end, but the officers would be in deep shit if their own superior officers were shown the video of the uniformed USMC officers jacking off in public. Shit, the base had never lived down those well-publicized incidents of actual USMC recruits being paid to be videotaped jacking off or having gay sex on videos. Capt. Buckingham and Lt. Jameson’s asses would be grass if their own video went public. Shit!

About a month later, Jeff had confirmed rumors that Capt. Buckingham and his buds had been gay-bashing guys in Laguna Beach again on their drunken weekend passes. Jeff had now become friends (well, more than that) with a Marine Sergeant on the base who was administrative assistant to General Higgins, the supreme Commander of the USMC Camp Pendleton Marine Base. As such, the Sergeant had access to the General’s private USMC letterhead stationery that was used to issue supreme commands from on high, as well as regular correspondence. The Sergeant routinely signed the General’s name to such things at the general’s direction. The Sergeant shared Jeff’s dislike for Capt. Buckingham due to his bullying ways and his orchestration of all the gay bashing.

The Sergeant lived in an apartment complex just off the base. He had a straight neighbor acquaintance from his apartment complex, Rick Thompson, whom he had gotten to know better as a result of selling his car, who was studying to become an intern and was apprenticing in a doctor’s office in Oceanside, not far from Camp Pendleton. Before he married or attended medical school, Rick had been a Navy man, one of the Navy SEALS and the tough, butch dude was always eager to “pull a fast one” on any rival U.S. Marine grunt, especially an officer. Rick was not interested in “getting” the Marine Officers because of the gay-bashing incidents since Rick himself was a total hypermacho homophobe, but rather because he wanted to lord it over some rival Marine big shots, show him Navy men could top them any day. The Sergeant explained to Jeff that Rick Thompson was “a bit of a stuck-up, conceited asshole himself, but he has the access and medical training we need and is willing to help us ‘get’ these rival Marines. The fucker never paid me the full price of that car, and he thinks his shit doesn’t stink now that he’s almost a doctor. Plus, the dude has a hell of a temper; I’m sure I’ve heard him berating his wife and knocking her around a little. I’d sure like to see that bully get taken down a few notches himself!” Jeff and the Sergeant laughed at the idea of double-crossing the ex-Navy officer hotshot as well, however whether or not that could be arranged without spoiling Jeff’s plan to “get” the gay-bashing Marine Officer Buckingham remained to be seen.

The “real” doctor’s name was actually “Dr. Payne” funnily enough, and Rick certainly intended that the “doctor” (namely Rick himself) would live up to his assumed name. The doctor’s office took up the whole of a small converted house, and was set on expansive self-contained grounds. It was therefore secluded from other businesses and homes-no nosy neighbors to hear anything. The doctor was on a cruise with his wife and the office was closed, but the doctor had asked Rick Thompson to periodically check on the security of the office while the doctor was away, and gave the aide sole access to the office in the doctor’s absence.

Jeff got the Sergeant to write “orders” from “General Higgins” to Capt. Buckingham stating that “due to liability insurance reasons” it was necessary for all members of the Camp Pendleton swim team to report to selected, private off-base doctors for a routine physical examination. The letter explained that the appointments would be staggered such that not all team members would necessarily receive the letter notice to report for a physical at the same time. (fearing that Capt. Buckingham might compare notes with fellow team members who did not receive such a notice yet).

Capt. Buckingham therefore received an order to appear for a physical exam on a Friday, at 10:00 a.m. at the doctor’s office in Oceanside.

Capt. Buckingham thought it a little odd because this had never happened before, but orders were orders and one couldn’t have a higher authority on the base than General Higgins.

Accordingly, Capt. Butch Buckingham appeared at the appointed time at the doctor’s office. The Sergeant-aide to General Higgins enlisted a woman friend who had a gay brother living in Laguna Beach to pose as a receptionist to make the office seem as legit as possible.

The fully uniformed Capt. Buckingham was promptly ushered into a consulting room with “Dr. Payne” (Rick).

“Dr. Payne” was spiffily got up in Dr. Payne’s white lab coat over suit pants and a tie, and was wearing a stethoscope around his sun-bronzed neck. Rick (“Dr. Payne”) was 30 years old 6′ 2″ and darkly handsome himself. Capt. Buckingham thought the guy looked knowledgeable and was reassured by the fact that the professional-looking doctor even smelled of expensive cologne mixed with a cleanly antiseptic/rubbing alcohol smell. Everything was immaculately clean and sterile as the inside of a Band-Aid box, further reassuring Capt. Buckingham that this was obviously a consummate professional’s office, and Capt. Buckingham had immediate total faith in this God of Medicine. Jeff was secreted in an adjoining storage closet videotaping the festivities.

“Dr. Payne” then instructed Capt. Buckingham to “remove all your clothing so that the examination can begin.” Capt. Buckingham bravely refused the offer to strip behind the cover of a screen in the corner and began to remove his uniform shirt and tee shirt to reveal his sun-bronzed muscular hairy chest, jet-black hair fanning out over his pectoral muscles and over his perfect, pointed man-tits, then narrowing in a line that ran down past his navel only to flare out more fully as it approached the arrogant USMC officer’s crotch. Capt. Buckingham also revealed a flash of the depths of his incredibly hairy sweaty armpits as he removed his shirt.

Capt. Buckingham then removed his blue uniform pants with their wide red stripes along the pants-legs, revealing his muscular, sun-bronzed hairy legs, then removed his white Calvin Klein cotton shorts, revealing his big cock, hairy bull-balls and incredibly lush pubic bush, also revealing Capt. Buckingham’s bare white butt which was lightly jet-black hair-flecked as well as his asscrack which was split by a thick line of jet-black fur.

“Dr. Payne” then instructed Capt. Buckingham to “please climb onto the examination table and place your hands behind your head,” Capt., Buckingham complying, his denuded ass sliding on the white paper that lined the length of the padded leather exam table. “Dr. Payne” then briskly set about binding Capt. Buckingham’s wrists and hairy ankles to elastic straps that tightly bound him to the exam table.

Capt. Buckingham’s query as to why this was necessary was explained with a dismissive “insurance regulations. Don’t want to get sued by sensitive patients falling off the exam table now do we?” “Dr. Payne” guffawing at his own “doctor joke”.

“Dr. Payne” then proceeded to place the icy cold stethoscope right onto Capt. Buckingham’s left man-tit, causing the brawny officer to squeal and recoil at the shock of the ice-cold invader on his sensitive hair-haloed tit. “Dr. Payne” then trailed the damn thing all over Capt. Buckingham’s hairy chest, down to his sensitive ribs and sides and even up near his helplessly exposed sweaty armpits, causing the proud military officer to squeal and shudder and shake and say “Hey! Watch it, Doc! Hey! That tickles! Whoa! That thing’s cold!” prompting “Dr. Payne” to comment “Now don’t tell me a big, strong Marine Officer like yourself is ticklish!? C’mon, be a man! I’ll try to be careful but you know you need to pass this exam for General Higgins so you can stay on the swim team!”

Capt. Buckingham therefore gritted his teeth and tried to bear it. “Dr. Payne” wanted to delve his stethoscope down over the bound marine Officer’s hairy bull balls and asscrack, but didn’t want to give himself away yet…no way the dude could believe the Doc was “listening” to his fucking balls!

“Dr. Payne” then temporarily freed Capt. Buckingham and had him roll over onto his lean laddered stomach, only to rebind his wrists and ankles for “safety reasons.”

“Dr. Payne” next departed to a side counter in full view of the bound Marine Officer where he proceeded to slowly slide on a pair of white rubber surgical gloves over his talented hands, Capt. Buckingham looking on in bug-eyed horror. Surely there was no need for a prostate exam as well?? The straight “Dr. Payne” didn’t much like the idea of handling the other guy’s body, but the surgical gloves would keep him from making direct skin contact with the Marine Officer, and he had already had “hands-on” training in medical school where they had to physically examine fellow male medical students. Rick mused that thank God he had made sure that he had never had to be “it” himself in medical school; he wouldn’t want a bunch of guys feeling him up to see what a “normal” prostate was supposed to feel like or shit like that, like one of his medical school buddies had to do for the rest of the male medical students’ enlightenment.

Capt. Buckingham was momentarily relieved when the doctor only trailed his surgical-gloved hands down the straight-arrow spine of the bound officer, testing for any curvature, but then the doctor instructed Capt. Buckingham to raise himself up onto his knees as best he could considering his bindings, whereupon “Dr. Payne” suddenly grabbed the bound USMC officer’s hairy bull-balls and instructed him to “Cough” which the shocked military officer did do, utterly humiliated.

“Dr. Payne” next spread Capt. Buckingham’s white, hair-flecked asscheeks wide and asked him if he had had any constipation or diarrhea problems , as the earnest young doctor scrutinized the depths of the mortified USMC Officer’s humpy ass for the camera, spreading the jet-black furred crack wide and poking and prodding at the humiliated officer’s most private hair-haloed orifice with his lithe, surgical-glove covered fingers.

Then “Dr. Payne” announced to Capt. Buckingham’s horror that he now would conduct a simple prostate screening. The humpy Marine officer begged him not to , that he had never had one of those, he was too young, he had no problems down there, so let’s forget that part.

“Dr. Payne” merely professionally “tut-tutted” again and stated that it was “General Higgins’ orders” and proceeded to apply a liberal dose of K-Y jelly from a pristine new tube all over his strong young talented surgical-gloved hands, assuring Capt. Buckingham that he “would be gentle” to just relax and bear down like he was going to “defecate”. Capt. Buckingham comically snapped his eyes shut in anticipation and tried to bear down hoping he didn’t fart on the antiseptically clean young doctor what with his ass spread wide open like that and fear coursing through his humiliated body.

“Dr. Payne” then slid his K-Y covered surgical gloved finger against the bound, denuded USMC officer, first sensuously sliding it in concentric circles all around the horny young officer’s obscenely exposed, hair-haloed shithole, gently teasing and tickling the nervous dude’s hairy virgin asshole until unbidden pleasure coursed through the bound USMC officer’s veins, his big, mercenary cock responding as well as blood engorged its embarrassingly exposed length. Worse the young doctor grasped Capt. Buckingham’s mighty cock and swinging hairy bull-balls with his other antiseptically clean K-Y’ed surgical-gloved hand “to keep your reproductive organs out of my way” causing the bound Marine’s cock to stiffen all the more to his abject humiliation.

“Dr. Payne” next proceeded to slide his gloved lubed finger into the bound Marine’s shitter causing Capt. Buckingham to yelp and plead with the doctor to “oh, take it out Doc, no, you’re killing me nooo!” only for the doctor to slide it all the way in till it was massaging the bound Marine’s never-before-utilized prostate gland, poking and prodding it while he now practically was jacking the bound dude’s hardening cock, causing the bound Marine to ooo and ahh at the now pleasant sensation.

“Dr. Payne” announced that he “thought I felt something up there that may be suspicious” also questioning how long it had been since the Marine Officer had last ejaculated semen, forcing the bound Capt. Buckingham to admit that it had actually been a little over a week, but that he was partying all this weekend.

“Dr. Payne” also asked whether the bound Marine Officer had any “sexual dysfunction problems” at any time, which the strutting officer furiously denied.

While “Dr. Payne” pretended to act “puzzled” by what he was feeling up there, he announced that the young Marine Officer seemed to be, ahem, “achieving an erection of his penile organ of some significance” and that the humpy bound officer’s “testicles have risen substantially in their swinging scrotal sac,” prompting the antiseptically clean young white-coated doctor to query whether Capt. Buckingham would care to relieve this unhealthy pent-up sexual tension and make a donation to the local sperm bank since his “sperm ducts” were apparently overly filled to an unhealthful level.

The mortified Capt. Buckingham whose virgin shithole was now essentially being finger-fucked by the handsome young doctor while his big cock and hairy balls were being expertly jacked off by the talented gloved hands of the doctor, nobly agreed to “make a donation. Don’t want to keep my spunk level too full if that’s not healthy, Doc.” “Dr. Payne” therefore proceeded to place a glass beaker under the hapless Marine and began to expertly “milk” the big, bound denuded USMC Officer’s huge cock as he teased his hairy bull-balls and finger-fucked the shit out of his virgin asshole until the humpy, pent-up Marine Officer started to rock his ass back against the doctor’s invading fingers as he received expert prostate massage, only to scream in a banshee wail that he WAS CUMMINGGG!!! I’M SHOOTING MY, BIG PENT-UP MARINE OFFICER CUM FOR YOU, DOC, YEAH DO IT, OH IT FEELS SOOOOO GOOOOOOOD OH YEAH OH MY GODDDDD!!!!! As Capt. Buckingham spilled shot after steaming hot shot of his pent-up Marine Officer cum into the glass beaker as the surgical-gloved hand of the young doctor expertly directed and milked the exploding “penile member,” some of the volleys splattering against the leather examination table and white paper liner as well.

“Dr. Payne” then patted Capt. Buckingham’s sweaty, bare ass with his surgical-gloved hand, removed the cum-filled beaker and wiped up the excess from the exam table, then freed the Marine Officer and had him roll back over on his back, then tightly re-bound him to the exam table face up and sweating profusely from his forced cum-milking session.

“Dr. Payne” slowly removed his surgical gloves before the bound Marine Officer’s horrified eyes as the bound officer was forced to see his own shit which covered the finger he had been “examined” with. The doctor then announced that Capt. Buckingham had passed his examination, and that the only thing left to do was to complete the “preparation of the swim team as ordered by General Higgins”

“Wha? What ‘preparation’ are you talking about? queried the exhausted Capt. Buckingham. You can see I am in peak condition already!”

“General Higgins has ordered that the swim team members be helped to achieve peak performance by using medically accepted aerodynamic principles” “Dr. Payne” announced cryptically.

“What are you saying Doc, in English?”

“General Higgins has ordered that the swim team members’ body hair be shaved to achieve maximum performance in the water. And, since you are, Capt. Buckingham, a very hairy guy, this may take some time.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!?? NO FUCKIN WAY, DOC, NO, YOU LET ME OFF OF THIS TABLE AND I’M OUTTA HERE-SWIM TEAM OR NO SWIM TEAM THERE’S NO FUCKIN’ WAY I’M LETTING YOU SHAVE MY FUCKIN’ BODY HAIR OFF!!!”

“There’s no need to shout or to use obscenities, Capt. Buckingham. General Higgins is paying me for these sessions and I intend to deliver for him!” to Capt. Buckingham’s horror. “Now lay back and take it like a man!”

“Well, fuck, maybe, I mean if General Higgins want us to shave our legs or something that might be OK, but when you say ‘body hair’ what exactly do you mean?” asked Capt. Buckingham.

“It means, that I shall proceed to shave all the body hair off of your body, your legs, your chest, your pubic hair, the hair in your armpits, forearms, as well as your gluteals, and, er, between your gluteals as well,” replied the doctor smarmily.

‘NO FUCKIN’ WAY!! I’LL SUE YOUR ASS IF YOU SO MUCH AS LAY A HAND ON ME, YOU FUCKER!!! LET ME GO NOWWW!!!!” to no avail, as the hunky bound USMC Officer writhed in his hopeless bondage.

Worse, Jeff now revealed himself and his video camera prompting Capt. Buckingham to scream, “WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS REALLY GOING ON AROUND HERE???

WHO ARE YOU??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FREAKIN FAGGOT DOING IN YOUR OFFICE VIDEOTAPING MY NAKED ASS BODY AGAIN, HUH???”

“Dr. Payne” leaned way over and spat out the following right in the Marine Officer’s shocked face, reveling in informing Capt. Buckingham that “the fucking Marine asshole” was gonna have his fuckin’ Marine Officer bod shaved by himself, a Navy man who can’t stand rival pussy Marines, and by some pansy-assed faggot Marine Private Jeff, here who is going to help shave off every body hair on your worthless body!” to the bound Marine’s abject horror.

Jeff saw how Rick Thompson posing as “Dr. Payne” was really getting off on being an ex-Navy officer lording it over this rival Marine Officer, Jeff also admiring the way “Dr. Payne’s” gray flannel dress pants hugged his humpy straight ass when he bent over to yell at the bound Capt. Buckingham, unwittingly clearly revealing the outline of the whitie tighties that were hugging his tight, extremely cute little ass as he did so. And did Jeff’s trained eye not also notice that there was a noticeably bulging cylinder-shaped object outlined at the front of the young “doctor’s” dress pants? Was the straight dude getting hard from humiliating the Marine Officer and the prospect of shaving him clean all over?? Hmmmm.

“Dr. Payne” next proceeded to use a pair of “buzz clippers” like those use to shear the hair off the heads of new recruits, using the whirring clippers to slice through Capt. Buckingham’s hairy leg hairs like a reaper through a wheat field. The vast quantity of leg hair shorn off was then placed in a glass jar marked “Legs” which Jeff had requested as a souvenir. “Dr. Payne” next handed Jeff a can of aerosol Barbasol shaving cream along with a pair of surgical gloves, while the “doctor” put on a new pair of surgical gloves and wielded another such can, Jeff and “Dr. Payne” each lathering up one of the denuded USMC Capt. Buckingham’s hairy legs and proceeding to expertly shave the remaining stunted leg hairs off of his legs with razor blades until his sun-bronzed muscular legs were completely smooth.

Jeff couldn’t resist also beginning to tickle the bound Marine Captain’s exposed size 12 feet, tickling his expert fingers over his exposed soles and wriggling toes till he was screaming for mercy. Capt. Buckingham’s cock further began to rise again due to this unwanted stimulation and thrashing of his hunky Marine Officer body. “Dr. Payne” also joined in tickling the bound Marine Officer’s bare foot all over the sole and heel, arch and instep, till their combined ministrations had given the bound stud a raging hard-on! Moreover, Jeff again noted that the wriggling foot that “Dr. Payne” was sadistically tickling had made inadvertent contact with the front of the hunky young “doctor’s” gray flannel crotch, Capt. Buckingham’s flailing foot and bare, wildly wriggling toes goosing his fellow straight dude’s cock and balls through his dress pants and packed whitie tighties, Jeff even observing the hard cylinder within the doctor’s pants twitching and lengthening in response. “Dr. Payne” further had an evil, sadistic gleam in his eyes; he was literally getting off on this action, no doubt about it!

Jeff next blindfolded the bound, thrashing USMC Capt. Buckingham whereupon “Dr. Payne” repeated his “buzz clipper” shaving of the bound Marine Officer’s hairy chest and stomach, placing these hairs in a jar labeled “Chest” for Jeff, followed by both of their lathering up his chest and razoring off all the fine, stubby hairs until USMC Capt. Buckingham’s heaving chest was shaved smooth as a baby’s bottom to his abject humiliation. USMC Capt. Buckingham openly whimpered at the loss of his manly chest hair, the sexy hair that Buckingham was so proud of, suddenly shorn off, leaving his chest as hairless as a 8-year old’s. Jeff and “Dr. Payne” also delighted in running their fingers over the bound stud’s smooth tits, sides and ribs tickling him to beat the band as he squealed, thrashed and begged for mercy.

“Dr. Payne” then again repeated his “buzz clipper” shaving of the bound Marine Officer’s incredibly hairy armpits, placing these hairs in a jar labeled “Armpits” for Jeff, followed by both of their lathering up his proud pits and razoring off all the fine, stubby hairs until USMC Capt. Buckingham’s incredibly hairy armpits were shaved smooth, revealing new, white skin to the world, skin that was white in contrast to the rest of his sun-bronzed body because the sun formerly could not penetrate those subtropical rainforests of pit hair. Buckingham again gasped and howled in anguish when a mirror was held up for him to survey the damage; his manly pit hair was all gone!!! Shaved pits like a girl’s!!! This could not be happening to proud and mighty USMC Captain! What would all the guys think when they saw his shaved body?? How could he swim, play basketball, and reach for the ball?? I mean there was now no fuckin’ hair there at all!!!

Capt. Buckingham went ballistic as the duo then tickled the shit out of his newly exposed armpits, finding the skin supersensitive there due to its never being accessible through all the pit hair. Capt. Buckingham thrashed and begged and pleaded to no avail as the duo mercilessly tickled his pits, Buckingham pulling and straining in his bonds and begging for mercy to deaf ears. Meanwhile Buckingham’s ignored cock merely throbbed longer and harder with an increasingly aching need to be released.

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff next carefully released Capt. Buckingham from his bonds, “Dr. Payne” holding a straight razor to the detested Marine while Jeff flipped him over on his stomach and re-bound him. “Dr. Payne” used the “buzz clippers” to shave off the hair-flecks on the Marine’s asscheeks and then spread his asscrack with his surgical-gloved hands shaving all the jet-black body fur from the Marine Officer’s spread asscrack and asshole, placing these hairs in a jar labeled “Ass and Asscrack” for Jeff, followed by both of their lathering up his ass and asscrack and razoring off all the fine, stubby hairs until USMC Capt. Buckingham’s ass, asscrack and asshole were shaved smooth, to his utter humiliation. Fuck!! Now he didn’t even have a hairy ass!!! This was emphasized by the fiendish duo’s proceeding to baby oil and baby powder USMC Captain Buckingham’s now “smooth as a baby’s bottom” butt, to his abject horror. Worse, the smooth oil and baby powder felt good as it was sensuously massaged into his shaved ass and pink, hairless asscrack and asshole, causing Buckingham’s unsatisfied boner to throb all the more underneath him as he lay on his stomach.

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff next again carefully released Capt. Buckingham from his bonds, “Dr. Payne” holding a straight razor to the detested Marine while Jeff flipped him over on his back and re-bound him onto his back face-up on the exam table.. “Dr. Payne” then held the bound Marine Officer’s hard cock with his surgical-gloved hands while he used the “buzz clippers” to shave off all the superluxuriant pubic hair growing profusely and proudly in the Marine officer’s crotch and hairy balls. This was placed in a jar labeled “Crotch Pubies” for Jeff whereupon the diabolical duo next lathered up the sobbing Marine’s crotch and hairy bull-balls and shaved off all the remaining hair while also goosing and tickling his bull-balls and pumping his shaving-lather-covered cock, again and again bringing the helpless gay-bashing stud to the point of orgasm only to back off at the last minute and leave him frustrated and begging for release to the sound of their laughter.

After the lather was wiped off USMC Capt. Buckingham stared bug-eyed at his completely shaved crotch. He was fuckin shorn!!! How the fuck could he show himself to anyone!!!?? He was fuckin’ de-pubed!!! His manly bull balls didn’t have a fuckin’ manly hair on them anymore!! His treasured pubes were history!!!

“Dr. Payne” next used the clippers to shave the proud USMC Captain’s buzz-cut head totally bald, saving the shorn short locks as souvenirs for Jeff in a jar labeled “Jar of Marine Officer’s Jarhead Hair,” holding up a mirror for USMC Captain Buckingham to see his completely shaved bald head, then holding the mirror up to himself to admire his handsome face, running a hand through his own thick short designer-cut hair. “Don’t worry, pal, maybe ‘Hair Club for Men’ can make you up an undetectable rug till it starts to grow back!!!” laughing uproariously as the big gay-bashing Marine baby sobbed in disbelief at his new, bald-ass head! How could he show his face anywhere now??

The examination room had become uncomfortably hot so “Dr. Payne” announced he was “going to make himself comfortable” as he removed his silk tie and designer dress shirt and placed them neatly on an adjoining examination table. This revealed his ex-Navy SEAL upper torso, which was now clad only in a form-fitting white cotton tank-top type undershirt neatly tucked into the “doctor’s” gray-flannel dress pants. “Dr. Payne” proudly pointed to the large Navy Seal tattoo on his massive, rock-hard sun-bronzed left bicep, lording over the bound Marine Captain that he gonna be worked over by a Navy man and there was not a fuckin’ thing in the world he could do about it. “Dr. Payne” then raised and flexed his hunky, sun-bronzed arms over his head revealing his own incredibly jet-black-haired sweaty armpits, and openly ran his strong fingers through the deep lawn of jet-black chest hair that grew over his manly sun-bronzed chest, and even through his manly, incredibly hairy armpits of which he was justifiably proud, rubbing in the fact that “yeah, jealous, aren’t you , you fuckin Jarhead Marine? Us Navy men are strong, hairy, twat-taming studs, not shaved little pussy wusses like you fuckin’ pansy Marines, eh?” only to cackle evilly and point at the humiliated de-pubed Marine Officer’s tomato-red face.

“Dr. Payne” then kicked off his dress shoes and straddled the bound USMC Captain Butch Buckingham’s writhing, de-pubed body on the exam table, his gray flanneled ass resting just above Buckingham’s still unsatisfied boner and his size-12 black dress-socked feet planted on either side of Buckingham’s bound, bare feet. “Dr. Payne” bent over to place a blindfold over Buckingham’s eyes so he could not see what was going to happen to him next, only to then trail the ice cold stethoscope, which was still attached to his sun-bronzed bull-neck, and trail the teasing cold metallic disk over to Buckingham’s left man-tit, causing him to recoil, yelp and scream, while “Dr. Payne’s” lithe fingers tweaked, strummed and pulled on Buckingham’s right man-tit with his other surgical gloved hand, causing Buckingham to squeal, gasp, thrash, curse, and tug wildly at his bonds to no avail.

Jeff admired the view from the foot of the exam table, of the “doctor’s” own feet and the tiny hole in the black left sock thereof which revealed a tantalizing finger-hole sized view of the “doctor’s” unwittingly exposed pink left sole. Jeff also admired the view of the “doctor’s” gray flannel panted butt as it was bent over USMC Captain Buckingham’s flailing body as the sadistic ex-Navy SEAL tickled him with the stethoscope, revealing the “doctor’s” cute little butt as outlined by the shorts visible through the thin material covering the “doctor’s” humpy little bouncing rump. Even better, the “doctor’s” neatly tucked in form-fitting white cotton tank-top undershirt unknowingly became partially untucked, revealing a sexy glimpse of the “doctor’s” sun-bronzed lower back with its tiny patch of jet-black hair in the small thereof, which led down to the now exposed top of the waistband of the “doctor’s” white cotton Calvin Klein shorts.

Then “Dr. Payne” suddenly trailed the cold stethoscope up along Buckingham’s hunky collarbone, only to teasingly descend into the ripe, soupy confines of Buckingham’s completely hair-free, totally and helplessly exposed left armpit, the cold stethoscope teasing and tickling the ticklish USMC Officer’s underarm as he squealed, and screamed, begging “Dr. Payne” to “STOPPP!! OH MY GOD!!!!! OH, NOOOOOO!!! STOP!!! NO NOT THERE!!! I CAN’T FUCKIN TAKE IT!!! TIME OUT!!!! NOOOO!!!! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!!!! OH FUCKK!!!DAMNNNNN!!! NOOOOO!!!! as bullyboy Buckingham wildly thrashed and giving “Dr. Payne” the ride of his life.

Buckingham was unable to protest any longer after that since he could not get enough breath to squeak out even semi-complete sentences, because “Dr. Payne” next proceeded to dangle the cold stethoscope into Buckingham’s left armpit again while simultaneously using “Doctor Payne’s” strong fingers to delve into Buckingham’s exposed right armpit tickling the sensitive pale white skin deep inside his pits which had just been exposed to the air by the marine Officer’s embarrassing defoliation, Buckingham helpless to do anything but squeal, scream, thrash, and beg for mercy, his hard cock flopping around wildly due to his crazed struggles, his cock slapping the cheeks of “Doctor Payne’s” gray-flanneled ass

“Dr. Payne” wiped Buckingham’s soupy-smelling USMC Officer armpit-sweat all over his nose and lips and made him lick his own armpit sweat off of “Doctor Payne’s” fingers.

“Dr. Payne” then focused on using his talented icy, surgical gloved fingers to suddenly rake down from Buckingham’s exposed armpits to Buckingham’s erect man tits, then suddenly down his sides and ribs, counting each rib and tickling it in turn on both sides of Buckingham’s heaving, screaming, nearly delirious body, “Dr. Payne” again getting the ride of his life from Buckingham’s violent thrashing and only slightly disconcerted by the feel of Buckingham’s rock-hard cock flopping and slapping around helplessly.

While “Dr. Payne” continued to straddle Buckingham’s hunky midsection, Jeff devilishly produced two tapering feathers at the foot of the exam table. Then, while “Dr. Payne” renewed his tickle torture of Buckingham’s hunky upper body and sides and ribs, Jeff suddenly re-tied each of Buckingham’s hunky, totally smooth sun-bronzed legs together, tying his big toes to each other as well and then began to simultaneously trial the two feathers against the soles of each of Buckingham’s sweaty, smelly size 12 feet, alternately teasing tickling them, then scratching and prodding them with toothpicks or a toothbrush, only to then renew the feather torture. Jeff also alternated by licking and sucking each of Buckingham’s helplessly exposed feet, sucking each of his toes like little cocks and sliding his tongue all down the sole, arch and heels of Buckingham’s magnificent feet.

Buckingham became a basket case at this point, screeching, screaming, thrashing and cursing to no avail, begging them to stop.

“NOOOOO!!! STOPPPPP!!! NOT TWO AT ONCE!!!! NO, NOT MY FEET, PLEASE NOT MY FEET, TOO! OH MY GODDDD!!! NOOOO, NOT MY RIBS, PITS, TITS, AND FEET AT THE SAME TIME!!! NO!!! STOPP!! PUH-LEEZE!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!! NO! STOP!!! C’MON!!!! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEEHEHEHEHEEEEEE-AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! STOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff nevertheless kept up the tickle torture at full speed despite Buckingham’s thrashings. Buckingham was covered in sweat, looked utterly disoriented and defeated, as all of his erogenous zones were delved into against his will, his ultrasensitive skin crawling all the while, with his bad-boy boner in a perpetual state of rock-hard horniness.

Jeff couldn’t resist also reaching out and also tickling the flesh exposed on the sole of the “doctor’s” black sock, lightly tickling with his finger, then ripping a bigger hole in the sock and letting the “doctor” have it, tickling and scraping the soles of both of the ex Navy SEAL’s feet at the same time, eliciting a shocked and startled shriek from the hunky ex-Navy SEAL turned God of Medicine, as the pompous jerk realized that Jeff was tickling his own sensitive tootsies. The “doctor” was not really able to pull his feet away without falling off the exam table and injuring himself, due t o his precarious position straddling Buckingham on top of the already bopping exam table. Rick ordered Jeff to “hey cut that the fuck off!! What are ya doing?? Hehheh heh heh Teee hee hee hee no, stoppp!” Jeff called out at and lied at first that he “was sorry, Rick, man, I mistook yours for Buckingham’s by mistake!” only for Jeff to keep returning to the “doctor’s” exposed and vulnerable feet till Rick knew this was deliberate. Hysterical with laughter, the ticklish ex-Navy SEAL managed to re-position himself over onto his back on the exam table and reached down to try to reach Jeff to pull his hands off of the buff stud’s feet, desperately reaching down with his exposed hairy armpits trying to reach his feet and pull Jeff’s hands off of them. Jeff finally relented, not wanting to show his hand too much right now, Jeff managing to get the relieved ex-Navy SEAL to laugh this incident off as “harmless horseplay” but to sternly warn Jeff “not to fuck around with him in the future”.

Nevertheless it was very promising to know that Rick was himself ticklish. Hmmmm!!!!

Then, to Buckingham’s premature relief, “Dr. Payne” and Jeff suddenly stopped. “Dr. Payne” got up off of Buckingham and “Dr. Payne” and Jeff simply stood staring down at the mewling, pathetic Buckingham, taking turns hovering a finger, a feather, a tooth pick or a toothbrush directly over Buckingham’s most sensitive spots, only to never actually touch him, laughing at Buckingham’s hysterical jumpings and twitchings as he tried to avoid contact with any of the maddening objects of tickle torture.

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff then knelt on opposite sides of the bed and proceeded to lightly blow their hot breath over Buckingham’s exposed armpits, man tits, his sides, his ribs, his smooth navel (this they couldn’t resist also delving into with their fingers causing Buckingham to scream and arch his back off the bed in excruciating tickle mania.) “Dr. Payne” and Jeff then concentrated on blowing their hot breath right over Buckingham’s still rock-hard cock and hairy balls, causing it to lurch and sway and throb of its own accord without actually being touched. “Dr. Payne” and Jeff kept this up for several minutes until Buckingham was begging them to “stop teasing him, that he needed to get his rocks off now, to finish him off, now, goddammit!”

Jeff responded by teasingly asking “Is this what you want big-boy? You want us to jerk on your big bad-boy boner?? Need to get off, huh?? Need a little help, tho, pal?? Hmmm???”

“YES GODDAMMIT!!! I WANT TO GET OFF NOW!!! I am fuckin’ ordering you to finish me off, dammit!!”

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff instead simply kept up blowing their hot breath teasingly onto Buckingham’s throbbing totally de-pubed privates, laughing at his predicament all the while to Buckingham’s utter humiliation.

Jeff then began to repeatedly jack Buckingham’s rock-hard cock, while Jeff also tickled his bad-boy bull-balls with his talented hands, again and again bringing Buckingham toward a climax only to back off at the last minute and laugh while Buckingham’s boner subsided a bit, then repeating this over and over again until the blue-balled Marine Captain was begging to cum, to no avail. Buckingham kept saying “Yeah here it comes, you asshole faggot, any time now, yeahh I’m fuckin’ gonna blast my big nuts, yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it? Yeah, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh…” only for Jeff to again back off and laugh at the bound stud.

Jeff then renewed foot tickle torture, re-applying his tickling fingers to all areas of the crazed, hysterical Marine’s feet, then following with tapered feathers alternating the feathers with toothbrushes, until USMC Capt. Buckingham was a total basket case, pulling at his bonds and going “AIEEEEEE!!!! NO NOT FEATHERS!!! NOOOO NOT TOOTHBRUSHES!! NOT THERE!!!! OHH MY GODDDD!!!! PLEASE STOP!!! LET ME GOOOO!!!!!! STOPPPP!!!!!!”

USMC Capt. Buckingham’s hard cock flopped wildly against his six-pack abs and muscular thighs as he writhed in tickle torture, all the stimulation only making his cock pound all the harder in intense sexual frustration.

“Dr. Payne” then trailed a feather and a toothbrush onto the bound stud’s big, throbbing boner, down over his big, butch, hairless bully-boy balls, while simultaneously tickling under the glans of USMC Capt. Buckingham’s cock, teasing it sadistically, up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth, ever so lightly and teasingly, making USMC Capt. Buckingham drool and beg and gasp and sigh as he simultaneously felt his cum-churning big butch balls being lightly teased, a feather going in light concentric circles around and around and around, back and forth, back and forth over each of his drawn-up nuts, teasing the incredibly pent-up Marine’s churning nut-oysters, until USMC Capt. Buckingham was turned into a blithering idiot, totally driven up the wall with crazed lust. USMC Capt. Buckingham suddenly realized that this could go on forever, and there would not be a fuckin’ thing he could do about it!

Worse, the sadistic “Dr. Payne” alternated his ball-tickling with teasing trips down USMC Capt. Buckingham’s hairless asscrack to circle his hairless asshole, while he continued to lightly tease the bound Marine’s pulsating pecker, only for “Dr. Payne” to tease a feather in concentric circles around and around the humiliated gay basher’s vulnerable shitter, lewdly tickling the crazed, hysterically pleading stud as he continued to tease the red-hot, swollen, pulsating glans of the deserving Marine’s totally frustrated cock.

“Dr. Payne” proceeded to tweak, tickle and pinch the hunky Marine’s man-tits, as well as tickle them with feathers and toothbrushes while he also tickled the glans of the deserving USMC Capt. Buckingham’s big hard cock and hairless bull balls with a feather, while Jeff simultaneously tickled the shit out of the bound stud’s bare feet.

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff kept this up for nearly an hour, until with a huge scream, USMC Capt. Buckingham ‘s big butch balls flew up, his cute size-12 feet flexed wildly, his toes curled spasmodically, only for the butch stud’s giant cock to explode like a fuckin’ highly pressurized fire hose cannon with the Marine’s pent-up cum, his bull-balls cutting loose their big butch load without “Dr. Payne” having directly touched his cock, the mere feather touch bringing the hot-to-trot stud to orgasm, to the profound relief of his pent-up bull-balls…

USMC Capt. Buckingham’s hot cum flew out in huge, highly pressurized bursts, enormous globs of wild sperm bombs flying and separating out from the arcing stream of white-hot cum, the gism splattering hard onto the high ceiling, splattering all over the floor, all over the bound stud’s heaving chest, into and over his face, as the most intense orgasm of his entire life ripped through him with astonishing force. USMC Capt. Buckingham’s macho mind couldn’t believe it!

“Dr. Payne” rubbed the Marine’s own hot cum all over his face and made him lick it off his fingers holding his nose to force the arrogant shithead to swallow his own freshly-minted cum to USMC Capt. Buckingham’s disgust and humiliation, to uproarious laughter.

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff showed Capt. Buckingham portions of the video, making him solemnly promise never to bash or mistreat anyone ever again, under threat of the video being made public, and Capt. Buckingham getting tickled and shaved all over again.

“Dr. Payne” and Jeff continued to laugh as the hapless USMC Captain Buckingham skulked out of the doctor’s office and dragged his sorry ass back to the base, utterly degraded and humiliated, wondering how he could possibly hide his newly totally bald-ass body!

The “doctor” laughingly noted to Jeff. “Whew! That big-shit Marine Captain got his! Fuckin’ shaved bald-ass!!! Bald-ass head, no body hair, nada, man!!! No hair in his pits, legs, crotch, ass anywhere!!! He looks like a fuckin’ ugly-ass fool now, like a fuckin’ bald-ass Chihuahua or something!!!!!!! Wait till his buddies and recruits see him now!!! He’ll never fuckin’ live this down!!!! Fuckin’ lousy, two-bit Marine faggot!!!” crowed the victorious “Dr. Payne.” “Here, be sure to keep these jars of his fuckin’ Marine body hair, dude,” said the doctor, opening the jar marked “Armpits” and poking the plethora of curly jet-black hairs in the jar, sniffing his finger and going “Whew! You can still smell that slimy-ass Marine’s armpit BO on those hairs!!! Arggghh!! Better close this jar before the smell melts the fuckin’ curtains in here or something!!”

Jeff laughed along and accepted the jars eagerly. Jeff also noted to Rick, that “Hey, Rick, don’t deny it, man, you fuckin’ got off on topping that fuckin’ Marine officer, didn’t you? I noticed you got kinda aroused while tickling and teasing that bound Marine dude.”

“OK, dude, I mean there’s no doubt about my sexuality, man, but, yeah, hey, I won’t deny that I fuckin’ sprang a boner while lording it over that big-shot Marine Captain, making a fool out of him, making him crawl. The sheer perversity, ab-so-lute fuckin’ POWER of having a strong bull like that under my control was enough to make me hard! And then shaving the fucker and shit like that Whoa!! That’s only natural to get caught up in something like that! I suppose you fags get hard from something like that ’cause the dude was naked and shit like that, but for me it was only because it was like the fuckin’ POWER coursed through me and directly to my big fuckin’ prick! Yeah, I’ll admit that whole session left me horny, that’s for damn sure, but, remember, faggot, I’ve got a fuckin’ wife to go home to now and ball her fuckin’ brains out!”

Jeff said “Yeah, well she’s one lucky woman, for sure, dude, I mean, you are one fuckin’ built dude, great looking , big, incredibly muscular, smart, hairy stud, ex-Navy SEAL, about to be a full-fledged doctor, a fuckin’ God Of Medicine, I mean what more could a wife fuckin’ want?”

Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson ate up all this admiration and praise, always loving to hear the obvious truth about his good looks and smarts. Rick stretched luxuriously and placed his buff, sun-bronzed muscular arms way over his head onto a steel triangular device hanging from the ceiling intended to help disabled people up out of the examination table, revealing the incredible muscularity of his sun-bronzed arms and torso, also exposing the depths of his incredibly hairy manly armpits, and said in reply, “Yeah, but what you’re really saying is what more could a faggot like you want than my hot ex-Navy SEAL body, right? It turn you on to look at this hunky studly bod, fag-boy? And a married one at that? Does that turn you on, too? Huh?”

Taken slightly aback, Jeff replied “Yeah, as a matter of fact, it does! You sure you want to wait till you get home to get your rocks off, or are you man enough to show me that you really are secure in your sexuality, man enough to let me show you that we ‘faggots’ know how to service a real man like yourself in ways you never dreamed were possible, in ways your wife would never agree to do to you?”

Not certain how Rick would react, Jeff was relieved when Rick began to laugh uproariously, saying “I gotta hand it to ya, faggot, you’re fuckin’ full of bullshit!! I like that in a guy! If you weren’t a fuckin’ faggot I think we could be friends. But , guess what, faggot, today’s your lucky day. For some fuckin’ reason, I just think I’ll take ya up on your little offer. Shit, it won’t make me doubt my twat-tamin’ heterosexuality to let ya swing on my big ex-Navy SEAL dick, let me blow a wad, see if you can do it better than my fuckin’ lazy-ass complainin’ bitch of a wife. All she needs is to be slapped around a little and shown her place, anyway, the bitch.”

Jeff couldn’t believe his ears, but while he was ahead he suggested “OK, then Rick, whattaya say I get to “play doctor” now, and you get to play the role of the patient?”

Rick laughed uproariously at the fuckin’ gall of the “little faggot” Jeff, but said “Yeah, OK, I can live with that, but ya mean you’re, like going to try to show me what you can do for me that my wife can’t? OK by me, then dude , er ‘Dr. Jeff’, sir!”

Warming to his new-found role as “doctor,” Jeff promptly put on the “real” doctor’s white lab coat and had Rick hand over the stethoscope which was still hanging around Rick’s sun-bronzed bull-neck, “Dr. Jeff” now placing the stethoscope over his own neck.

“Dr. Jeff” then instructed Rick to “please disrobe completely for your examination, Mr. Thompson.”

Proud, ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson gave “Dr. Jeff” a shit-eating grin, indicating that he was going to play along with this shit for the hell of it, exaggeratedly raising his sun-bronzed, muscular arms in the air in a mock pose of surrender, revealing the sweaty depths of his incredibly hairy armpits, and saying “Oh, of course, sir ‘Dr. Jeff’ whatever you say, Doc!” with a shit-eating wink at “Dr. Jeff” with a whispered aside, “Yeah, can’t very well service my hot bod with my fuckin’ clothes on, now, can you , eh ‘Dr. Faggot’? Ha Ha!”

Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson then began to shed his form-fitting white cotton tank top tee shirt, reaching his sun-bronzed , muscular arms way behind his sun-bronzed back, again flashing his proud, hairy pits, stretching the white cotton tee shirt over his head and then tossing it at “Dr. Jeff” and inquiring “Maybe you should check that out, Doc, examine my fuckin’ sweaty tee shirt to make sure there are no unhealthful signs, a trained Doc like you can probably ‘sniff out’ trouble like a bloodhound, better check to make sure my manly pits are producing the right kind of sweat, Doc!” Rick also revealed his lawn of jet-black chest hair, which fanned out over the broad planes of his sun-bronzed sculpted pectorals, then, narrowed into a fine line before fanning out again as the luxuriant body hair approached his still concealed crotch.

“Dr. Jeff” eagerly played along, scrutinizing the garment with infinite care and dutifully (and thankfully) sniffing the faintly yellow-stained underarm areas of the tank top tee shirt, deeply inhaling the musky aroma of the married ex-Navy SEAL officer’s manly, incredibly hairy armpits, his own cock twitching in response.

Rick next removed his gray flannel dress slacks and folded them onto a nearby chair, and then stood in only his white cotton Calvin Klein shorts his beefy hands covering his crotch above his magnificent, sun-bronzed muscular legs which were nearly covered with jet-black hair “Please remove those as well Mr. Thompson, so that the examination may begin” intoned the God of Medicine, “Dr. Jeff”.

Rick acted all fake embarrassed and shy like a little kid, “Aw, do I hafta, Doc? I mean I’ll be completely naked, then! It will be so embarrassing! I’ll be nude! Totally bareass!”

“Dr. Jeff” said, “Now, Mr. Thompson, it is perfectly natural to be embarrassed at your required nudity. If you’re a ‘good boy’ and remove your underwear so the exam can begin, I will reward you with (going to a nearby drawer) this red cherry lollipop!”

“OK, Dr. Jeff, here goes,” said the ex-Navy SEAL Officer Thompson, slowly removing his sexy underwear, revealing his luxuriant jet-black pubes, big cock and hairy balls and revealing his lightly hair-flecked asscheeks which were pale white in contrast to the rest of his sun-bronzed muscular body, also revealing the dark fur between his humpy cute little ass.

Rick again tossed these to “Dr. Jeff” for inspection, who carefully inspected the Calvins, sniffing the musky, sweaty crotch and asscrack areas in minute detail, and removing the stray pubic hairs caught in the shorts with a tweezer with infinite care and placing them on a paper towel for further examination.

“Dr. Jeff” then instructed Rick to place his hands on top of his head “and keep them there until the doctor instructs you otherwise.”

“Dr. Jeff” then unwrapped the small cherry lollipop and approached Rick, telling him he had been a “good boy” and instructed the ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson to “here, suck it, lick it for me like a good boy” as Rick gave another shit-eating “OK I’ll go along with this shit for the hell of it” wink, and stuck out his hot tongue and licked and sucked on the sweet lollipop, as “Dr. Jeff” maneuvered it around in Rick’s hungry mouth, Rick gamely sliding his taster all over the lollipop and sucking on it with gusto making loud slurping sounds. The fuckin’ thing tasted good, Rick was hungry, and for some strange reason it was kind of a turn-on to be standing there bareass with his hands on his head being fed something nice and sweet, evocative of being a baby being spoon-fed his yummy meal!

“Dr. Jeff” soon removed the lollipop intending to proceed further, but when Rick inadvertently candidly revealed profound disappointment at suddenly being denied his oral gratification treat and looked so crestfallen when the lollipop was withdrawn from his greedy, sucking mouth, “Dr. Jeff” decided to tell him “Well, OK, but just a few more licks then we go on with the examination,” “Dr. Jeff” was secretly amused at Rick’s look of hunger and eager anticipation as the lollipop was returned to his greedily sucking and licking mouth, Rick eagerly sucking and licking his treat, his lips and tongue temporarily stained red from whatever Godawful red dye they put in the damn things.

“Dr. Jeff” then removed the lollipop and proceeded to step back and stare at the stripped ex-Navy SEAL Officer standing in the middle of the examination room bareass naked with his hands still over his head. “Dr. Jeff” asked the brawny ex-Navy SEAL Officer “how it felt being bareass naked in front of the “doctor”, hmm?”

Rick actually did feel embarrassed by this and this, combined with his extreme horniness from all the action he’d seen so far that day, conspired to arouse him, Rick feeling all naked and exposed and excited, anticipating getting his rocks off big time.

“Dr. Jeff” approached the bareass naked ex-Navy SEAL who still had his arms held over his head revealing the sweaty depths of his proud hairy armpits, and knelt in front of the “patient”.

“Dr. Jeff” noted that the “patient’s” “penile member” appeared to have a “problem” Rick’s big prick actually filling with blood and becoming more than half-erect as the big ex-Navy SEAL got off on being all naked and posed with his arms behind his head, combined with the antsy anticipation that he was soon going to get his rocks off at the hands of this “fuckin’ faggot”. His mercenary prick pulsed and lengthened in anticipation as “Dr. Jeff” proceeded to put on a pair of surgical gloves and then carefully examine his “penile member” with his talented, surgical-gloved hands. “Dr. Jeff” first blew little gusts of his hot breath onto the stiffening “penile member” to “test its reflexes” marveling at how the slightest tough of hot breath made the “penile member” jerk and throb in response, so in heat was the humpy ex-Navy SEAL.

“Dr. Jeff” then took Rick’s big “penile member” in his hands to “examine” it, tickling the glans with his educated surgical-gloved finger, as the arrogant wife-beater Rick oooed and ahhed in lust, “Dr. Jeff” announcing that the young ex-Navy SEAL’s “penile member” appeared to need “further treatment,” “Dr. Jeff” easing the horny dude onto the examining table and instructing him to “lean back while I administer the needed treatment to your distressed organ.” “Dr. Jeff” watched as ex-Navy SEAL Rick Thompson complied, lying down on his bare back on the examination table and raising his hands high over his head and resting his head on them so he could watch the next step of the “needed treatment,” wildly anticipating the supreme blow job he was expecting. Instead, “Dr. Jeff” proceeded to rub K-Y jelly all over his surgical-gloved hands and proceeded to begin to jack on Rick’s penile member, giving him an excellent preliminary handjob; (“these faggots sure know how to work a cock,”) thought Rick devilishly, feeling the manly ex-Navy SEAL cum churn in his hairy bull-balls. Rick closed his eyes in mounting lust and concentrated on the excellent feel of his handjob, laying his head flat on the exam table and extending his arms out and over the top of the exam table in total surrender to the bliss he was feeling. “Dr. Jeff” acted quickly at this point suddenly adjusting the restraining straps extra tightly over ex-Navy SEAL Rick Thompson’s upraised wrists and then equally tightly securing the stud’s naked feet, until the big, brawny ex-Navy SEAL was tightly bound to the exam table and totally helpless. Hmmmm, nice sight that! “Dr. Jeff” then set up his video camera again and started videotaping the festivities, to Rick’s shock and horror. Rick immediately exploded in rage when he realized what had happened, “You dirty motherfucking double-crossing slimeball faggot!!! What the FUCK do you think you’re doing, asshole? Let me the FUCK up right now!!!! That’s an order, fuckface!!!”

“Dr. Jeff” gave no reply other than a sly smile and then proceeded to straddle the naked ex-Navy SEAL with his fully clothed body, placing the icy cold stethoscope right onto Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s left man-tit, causing the brawny officer to squeal and recoil at the shock of the ice-cold invader on his sensitive hair-haloed tit.

“Dr. Jeff” then trailed the damn thing all over Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s hairy chest, down to his sensitive ribs and sides and even up near his helplessly exposed sweaty armpits, causing the proud military officer to squeal and shudder and shake and say “Hey! Cut that the FUCK out!!! Hey! Stopppp! Whoa! That thing’s cold!” prompting “Dr. Jeff” to comment “Now don’t tell me a big, strong ex-Navy SEAL like yourself is ticklish!? If only your wife and Marine-rivals could see you now!! Giggling like a girl over nothing!!

Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson gritted his teeth and tried to bear it, only for “Dr. Jeff” to shift the “doctor’s” position on the exam table and delve his stethoscope down over the bound ex-Navy SEAL Officer’s hairy bull balls and asscrack, causing Rick to yelp and shriek, his still-hard cock flopping and whacking around his six-pack abs and hairy thighs helplessly as the cold stethoscope goosed and tickled him to beat the band. “Dr. Jeff” then temporarily freed Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s sun-bronzed, muscular arms while holding a sharp scalpel to his throat for encouragement, and then rolled him over onto his lean six-pack hairy abs, only to rebind his wrists and ankles so that Rick was on his bare stomach with his cute humpy little bare ass high in the air and vulnerable.

“Dr. Jeff” then instructed Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson to raise himself up onto his knees as best he could considering his bindings, whereupon “Dr. Jeff” suddenly spread Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s white, hair-flecked asscheeks wide and asked him if he had had any constipation or diarrhea problems , as the earnest young doctor scrutinized the depths of the mortified ex-Navy SEAL Officer’s humpy ass for the camera, spreading the jet-black furred crack wide and poking and prodding at the humiliated officer’s most private hair-haloed orifice with his lithe, surgical-glove covered fingers. “Dr. Jeff” then proceeded to apply a liberal dose of K-Y jelly from a pristine new tube all over his strong young talented surgical-gloved hands and then slid his K-Y covered surgical gloved finger against the bound, denuded ex-Navy SEAL Officer’s, hairy virgin asshole, first sensuously sliding it in concentric circles all around the horny young officer’s obscenely exposed, hair-haloed shithole, gently teasing and tickling the nervous dude’s hairy virgin asshole until unbidden pleasure coursed through the bound gay-hating, wife-beater’s veins, his big cock responding as well, lengthening and hardening to rock-hardness. “Dr. Jeff” then grabbed Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s mighty cock and swinging hairy bull-balls with his other antiseptically clean K-Y’ed surgical-gloved hand, causing the bound ex-Naval Officer’s cock to stiffen all the more, to his abject humiliation.

“Dr. Jeff” next proceeded to slide his gloved lubed finger into the bound ex-Naval Officer’s shitter causing Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson to yelp and plead with “you fuckin’ faggot, no, stoppp, get your faggot finger out of my butch hole, nooooooo!!!” only for the “Dr. Jeff” to slide it all the way in till it was massaging the bound wife-beater’s never-before-utilized prostate gland, poking and prodding it while jacking the bound dude’s hardening cock with his surgical-gloved hand, causing the bound Marine to ooo and ahh at the now pleasant sensation.

“Dr. Jeff” then began to expertly “milk” the big, bound denuded Ex-Naval Officer’s huge cock as he teased his hairy bull-balls and finger-fucked the shit out of his virgin asshole until the humpy, pent-up gay-hating wife beater started to rock his ass back against “Dr. Jeff’s” invading fingers as he received expert prostate massage, only announce that he “WAS GOING TO FUCKIN’ CUM OH YEAH, ANY SECOND NOW, THAT’S IT, YEAH WORK IT, UH-HUH,UH-HUH-UH-HUH, OH FUCK I’M GONNA BLAST MY BIG NAVY SEAL BULL-BALLS FOR YA!! GET READY FAGGOT HERE IT COMES, UH-HUHU,UH-HUH, UH-HUH!!!!” only for “Dr. Jeff” to suddenly back off leaving the horny ex-Navy SEAL Officer unsatisfied and panting in astonished rage.

“What the fuck!? Huh? Hey, you didn’t finish me off, you asshole faggot! C’mon , hurry up I need to get off you fucker! C’mon do it you sleazeball scumbag!”

“Dr. Jeff” then again temporarily freed the ex-Naval Officer at scalpel point, and had him roll back over on his back, then tightly re-bound him to the exam table face up and sweating profusely from his unfulfilled cum-milking session.

“Dr. Jeff” slowly removed his surgical gloves before the bound Marine Officer’s horrified eyes as the bound officer was forced to see his own shit which covered the finger he had been “examined” with.

“Dr. Jeff” then announced that it was now time for ex-Navy SEAL Rick Thompson to get a taste of his own medicine, that Rick really was a big hairy dude, all that body hair needed to be shaved off!

“Wha? What are you FUCKING talking about? queried the exhausted Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson. NO FUCKIN WAY, LET ME THE FUCK OFF OF THIS TABLE YOU FAGGOT ASSHOLE!!”

” I’LL FUCKIN’ CUT YOUR BALLS OFF, FAGGOT, IF YOU SO MUCH AS LAY ONE OF YOUR QUEER-ASS HANDS ON ME, YOU FUCKER!!! LET ME GO NOWWW!!!!” to no avail, as the hunky bound ex-Naval Officer writhed in his hopeless bondage.

“Dr. Jeff” next proceeded to use a pair of “buzz clippers” using the whirring clippers to slice through Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s hairy leg hairs just like Thompson had done to Capt. Buckingham. The vast quantity of leg hair shorn off was then placed in a glass jar marked “Legs” as a souvenir. “Dr. Jeff” next squirted aerosol Barbasol shaving cream, lathering up the denuded Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s hairy legs and proceeding to expertly shave the remaining stunted leg hairs off of his legs with razor blades until his sun-bronzed muscular legs were completely smooth.

“Dr. Jeff” couldn’t resist also beginning to tickle the bound gay-hating wife-beater’s exposed size 12 feet, tickling his expert fingers over his exposed soles and wriggling toes till he was screaming for mercy. Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s unsatisfied cock further began to throb all the more due to this unwanted stimulation and thrashing of his hunky ex Naval Officer body. “Dr. Jeff” tickled the bound ex-Naval Officer’s bare foot all over the sole and heel, arch and instep, Rick’s naked feet making unavoidable contact with the front of “Dr. Jeff’s” jeans, Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s flailing foot and bare, wildly wriggling toes goosing “Dr. Jeff’s” cock and balls through his jeans.

“Dr. Jeff” next blindfolded the bound, thrashing Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson whereupon “Dr. Jeff” repeated his “buzz clipper” shaving of the bound ex-Naval Officer’s hairy chest and stomach, placing these hairs in a jar labeled “Chest”, followed by lathering up his chest and razoring off all the fine, stubby hairs until Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s proud, hairy heaving chest was shaved smooth as a baby’s bottom to his abject humiliation. Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson openly whimpered at the loss of his manly chest hair., the sexy hair that Rick was so proud of, suddenly shorn off, leaving his chest as hairless as a little kid’s. “Dr. Jeff” also delighted in running his fingers over the bound stud’s smooth tits, sides and ribs tickling him to beat the band as he squealed, thrashed and begged for mercy.

“Dr. Jeff” then again repeated his “buzz clipper” shaving of the bound ex-Naval Officer’s incredibly hairy armpits, placing these hairs in a jar labeled “Armpits”, followed by the lathering up his proud pits and the razoring off all the fine, stubby hairs until Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s incredibly hairy armpits were shaved smooth, revealing new, white skin to the world, skin that was white in contrast to the rest of his sun-bronzed body because the sun formerly could not penetrate those subtropical rainforests of pit hair. Rick again gasped and howled in anguish when a mirror was held up for him to survey the damage; his manly pit hair was all gone!!! Shaved pits like a girl’s!!! This could not be happening to proud and mighty ex-Navy SEAL! What would all the Navy SEAL guys think when they saw his shaved body?? How could he work out, swim, play beach volleyball and reach for the ball?? I mean there was now no fuckin’ hair there at all!!!

Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson went ballistic as “Dr. Jeff” then tickled the shit out of his newly exposed armpits, finding the skin supersensitive there due to its never being accessible through all the butch pit hair. Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson thrashed and begged and pleaded to no avail as Jeff mercilessly tickled his pits, Rick pulling and straining in his bonds, every vein in his massively muscled physique pumped up under his sun-bronzed ticklish skin, the butch stud begging for mercy to deaf ears. Meanwhile Rick’s ignored cock merely throbbed longer and harder with an increasingly aching need to be released.

“Dr. Jeff” next carefully released Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson from his bonds, “Dr. Jeff” again holding a scalpel to the wife-beater and then flipped him over on his stomach and re-bound him. “Dr. Jeff” used the “buzz clippers” to shave off the hair-flecks on the ex-Naval Officer’s asscheeks and then spread his asscrack with his surgical-gloved hands shaving all the jet-black body fur from the ex-Naval Officer’s spread asscrack and asshole, placing these hairs in a jar labeled “Ass and Asscrack”, followed by the lathering up of his ass and asscrack and the razoring off of all the fine, stubby hairs until Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s ass, asscrack and asshole were shaved smooth, to his utter humiliation. Fuck!! Now he didn’t even have a hairy ass!!! This was emphasized by “Dr. Jeff’s” proceeding to baby oil and baby powder Rick’s now “smooth as a baby’s bottom” butt, to his abject horror, just as Rick had done to Capt. Buckingham. The smooth oil and baby powder felt good as it was sensuously massaged into his shaved ass and pink, hairless asscrack and asshole, causing Rick’s unsatisfied boner to throb all the more underneath him as he lay on his stomach.

“Dr. Jeff” next again carefully released Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson from his bonds, “Dr. Jeff” holding a scalpel on him as he flipped him over on his back and re-bound him onto his back face-up on the exam table.. “Dr. Jeff” then held the bound ex-Naval Officer’s hard cock with his surgical-gloved hands while he used the “buzz clippers” to shave off all the superluxuriant pubic hair growing profusely and proudly in the ex-Naval Officer’s crotch and hairy balls. This was placed in a jar labeled “Crotch Pubies” whereupon “Dr. Jeff” next lathered up the sobbing ex-Naval Officer’s crotch and hairy bull-balls and shaved off all the remaining hair while also goosing and tickling his bull-balls and pumping his shaving-lather-covered cock, again and again bringing the helpless gay-hating, wife-beating stud to the point of orgasm only to back off at the last minute and leave him frustrated and begging for release to the sound of “Dr. Jeff’s” laughter.

After the lather was wiped off, Ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson stared bug-eyed at his completely shaved crotch. He was fuckin’ shorn!!! How the fuck could he show himself to anyone!!!?? He was fuckin’ de-pubed!!! His manly bull balls didn’t have a fuckin’ manly butch hair on them anymore!! His treasured, luxuriant Navy SEAL pubes were history!!! “Dr. Jeff” decided to allow the ex-Naval officer to retain the hair on his head as long as Rick promised to never beat his wife again and to allow her to fuck him with a strap-on dildo regularly. Fearing being shaved bald, the ex-Naval officer comically promised to do that !

“Dr. Jeff” then again straddled the bound Rick’s writhing, de-pubed body on the exam table. “Dr. Jeff” placed a blindfold over Rick’s eyes so he could not see what was going to happen to him next, only to then trail the ice cold stethoscope over to Rick’s left man-tit, causing him to recoil, yelp and scream, while “Dr. Jeff’s” lithe fingers tweaked, strummed and pulled on Rick’s right man-tit with his other surgical gloved hand, causing Rick to squeal, gasp, thrash, curse, and tug wildly at his bonds to no avail.

Then “Dr. Jeff” suddenly trailed the cold stethoscope up along Rick’s hunky collarbone, only to teasingly descend into the ripe, soupy confines of Rick’s completely hair-free, totally and helplessly exposed left armpit, the cold stethoscope teasing and tickling the ticklish ex-Naval Officer’s underarm as he squealed, and screamed, begging “Dr. Jeff” to “STOPPP!! OH MY GOD!!!!! OH, NOOOOOO!!! STOP!!! NO NOT THERE!!! I CAN’T FUCKIN TAKE IT!!! LET ME HAVE A BREATHER!!!! NOOOO!!!! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!!!! OH FUCKK!!! GOD-DAMNNNNN!!! NOOOOO!!!! as bully-boy Rick wildly thrashed and giving “Dr. Jeff” the ride of his life.

Rick was unable to protest any longer after that since he could not get enough breath to say anything, because “Dr. Jeff” next proceeded to dangle the cold stethoscope into Rick’s left armpit again while simultaneously using his strong fingers to delve into Rick’s exposed right armpit tickling the sensitive pale white skin deep inside his pits which had just been exposed to the air by the Navy SEAL’s embarrassing shaving, Rick helpless to do anything but squeal, screech, scream, thrash, and beg for mercy, his hard cock flopping around wildly due to his wild struggles.

“Dr. Jeff” wiped Rick’s soupy-smelling ex-Naval Officer armpit-sweat all over his nose and lips and made him lick his own armpit sweat off of “Dr. Jeff’s” fingers.

“Dr. Jeff” then focused on using his talented cold, surgical gloved fingers to suddenly rake down from Rick’s exposed armpits to Rick’s erect man tits, then suddenly down his sides and ribs, counting each rib and tickling it in turn on both sides of Rick’s heaving, screaming, nearly delirious body, “Dr. Jeff” again getting the ride of his life from Rick’s violent thrashing.

While “Dr. Jeff” continued to straddle Rick’s hunky midsection, Jeff re-positioned himself on the exam table and devilishly produced two tapering feathers at the foot of the exam table. “Dr. Jeff” then alternated his tickle torture of Rick’s hunky upper body and sides and ribs, with the tickling of Rick’s bare feet, Jeff suddenly re-tying each of Rick’s hunky, totally smooth sun-bronzed legs together, tying his big toes to each other as well and then began to simultaneously trial the two feathers against the soles of each of Rick’s sweaty, smelly size 12 feet, alternately teasing tickling them, then scratching and prodding them with toothpicks or a toothbrush, only to then renew the feather torture. Jeff also alternated by licking and sucking each of Rick’s helplessly exposed feet, sucking each of his toes like little cocks and sliding his tongue all down the sole, arch and heels of Rick’s magnificent feet.

Rick became a basket case at this point, squealing, screeching, screaming, thrashing and cursing to no avail, begging Jeff to stop.

“NOOOOO!!! STOPPPPP!! NO, NOT MY FEET, PLEASE NOT MY FEET, TOO! OH MY GODDDD!!! NOOOO, NOT MY RIBS, PITS, TITS, AND FEET!!! NO!!! STOPP!! PUH-LEEZE!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!! NO! STOP!!! C’MON!!!! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!!! TIME OUT!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEEHEHEHEHEEEEEE-AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! STOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!

“Dr. Jeff” nevertheless kept up the tickle torture at full speed despite Rick’s thrashings. Rick was covered in sweat, looking totally out-of-it, as all of his erogenous zones were delved into big-time, against his will, his ultrasensitive skin crawling all the while, with his bad-boy boner kept suspended in a perpetual state of rock-hard horniness.

Then, to Rick’s premature relief, “Dr. Jeff” suddenly backed off. “Dr. Jeff” got up off of Rick and “Dr. Jeff” simply stood staring down at the mewling, pathetic Rick, hovering a finger, a feather, a tooth pick or a toothbrush directly over Rick’s most sensitive spots, only to never actually touch him, laughing at Rick’s hysterical jumpings and twitchings as he tried to avoid contact with any of the maddening objects of tickle torture.

“Dr. Jeff” then proceeded to lightly blow his hot breath over Rick’s exposed armpits, man tits, his sides, his ribs, his smooth navel, delving into Rick’s navel with his fingers causing Rick to scream and arch his back off the bed in excruciating tickle mania. “Dr. Jeff” then concentrated on blowing his hot breath right over Rick’s still rock-hard cock and now smooth balls, causing it to lurch and sway and throb of its own accord without actually being touched. “Dr. Jeff” kept this up for several minutes until Rick was begging Jeff to “stop teasing him, that he needed to get his rocks off now, to finish him off, now, goddammit!”

“Dr. Jeff” responded by teasingly asking “Is this what you want big-boy? You want me to jerk on your big butch boner?? Need to get off, huh?? Need a little help, tho, stud?? Ehhhh???”

“YES GODDAMMIT!!! I WANT TO GET OFF NOW!!! I am fuckin’ ordering you to finish me off, dammit!!”

“Dr. Jeff” instead simply kept up blowing his hot breath teasingly onto Rick’s throbbing totally de-pubed privates, laughing at his predicament all the while to Rick’s utter humiliation.

“Dr. Jeff” then began to repeatedly jack Rick’s rock-hard cock, while Jeff also tickled his bad-boy bull-balls with his talented hands, again and again bringing him to the brink of climax only to back off.

“Dr. Jeff” then proceeded to release ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s bare feet from the bottom of the exam table, only to re-bind them to the triangular-shaped metal assist suspended from the ceiling, intended to help disabled patients to raise themselves off of the examination table. “Dr. Jeff” adjusted this device so that the ex-Naval Officer’s feet were high in the air, yet easily accessible to him at his standing height. This also tantalizingly re-positioned the hunky denuded stud so that his bare, shaved ass and de-furred asscrack and pink winking asshole were shamelessly exposed to the open air, to his abject humiliation.

“Dr. Jeff” first approached ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s bare, vulnerably exposed size 12 feet and proceeded to first lightly tease the soles of both feet with his surgical glove-covered educated fingers, then wildly tickled the bare, pink helpless twitching soles, instep, heels and toes of each foot as Rick gave a banshee wail and futilely attempted to pull and twist his feet out of their in-air bondage, to no avail, Rick screaming “NOOOO!!!! STOPPPP!!!! I CAN’T TAKE THIS FUCKIN SHIT YOU FAGGOT ASSHOLE!!! I’M GONNA I’M GONNA!!!! OH SHITTTT!!!! STOPPPPP!!!! NOOOOOO!!!”

“Dr. Jeff” merely increased his foot tickle torture, re-applying his tickling fingers to all areas of the crazed, hysterical ex-Naval Officer’s feet, then following with tapered feathers alternating the feathers with toothbrushes, until Rick was a total basket case, pulling at his bonds and going “AIEEEEEE!!!! NO NOT THE FEATHERS AGAIN!!! NOOOO NOT TOOTHBRUSHES!! PLEASE STOP!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY!!!! I PROMISE I WON’T BEAT MY WIFE!!!!! I WON’T PUT DOWN GAYS!!! I’LL LET MY WIFE FUCK ME WITH A STRAP-ON DILDO!!!! JUST LET ME GOOOO!!!!!! STOPPPP!!!!!!”

Rick’s still-hard cock flopped wildly against his six-pack abs and muscular thighs as he writhed in tickle torture, all the stimulation only making his cock pound all the harder in frustrated orgasm denial.

“Dr. Jeff” was pleased to hear that arrogant, egotistical ex-Navy SEAL Officer and wife beater Rick Thompson was beginning to get the message of his punishment, but decided Rick needed a good bit more to drive the message home to him.

“Dr. Jeff” therefore trailed 1 feather and 1 toothbrush in each of his hands, from the bottoms of Rick’s twitching feet and curling toes, down each of his now hairless sun-bronzed legs, down the backs of his muscular calves behind his knees, over his knees, then up to the sensitive insides of his massive, muscular thighs, then all around but not actually making direct contact with his throbbing unfulfilled cock, big butch bull-balls or asshole.

This left the ex-Naval Officer consumed with lust, again begging “Dr. Jeff” to “go on, tickle me there, don’t fuckin’ tease me, I gotta get off dude, I just gotta!!! C’mon just trail those suckers onto my boner, man , over my big butch balls, yeah go ahead, tease my butch, virgin shithole with the damn things, make me buck like a bitch in heat, but let me cum!! Please, I need to cum so fuckin’ bad, dude, I can almost fuckin’ taste it!! Yeah, make me cum and you can make me fuckin’ taste it, man, I don’t care, just let me fuckin’ cum, puh-leeeze!!!!”

“Dr. Jeff” decided to oblige, at least to the tickling part, “Dr. Jeff” trailing the feather and toothbrush onto the bound stud’s big, pulsating pecker, down over his de-pubed big, butch, bully-boy balls, while simultaneously tickling under the glans of Rick’s cock, teasing it sadistically, up and down, up and down, back and forth back and forth, ever so lightly and teasingly, making Rick drool and beg and gasp and sigh as he simultaneously felt his cum-churning big butch balls being lightly teased, a feather going in light concentric circles around and around and around, back and forth, back and forth over each of his drawn-up nuts, teasing the incredibly pent-up ex-Naval Officer’s churning nut-oysters to the point where Rick could actually feel his manly sperm swimming around wildly in his nuts, until Rick was turned into a babbling incoherent mess, totally driven up the wall with unsatisfied lust. This could go on for as long as this fiend wanted, thought Rick, and there’s not a fuckin’ thing I can do about it!

Worse, the sadistic “Dr. Jeff” alternated his ball-tickling with teasing trips down Rick’s de-furred asscrack from the base of his spine down to circle his exposed, hairless, winking, pink asshole, while he continued to lightly tease the bound Naval Officer’s pulsating pecker, only for “Dr. Jeff” to tease a feather in concentric circles around and around the humiliated wife beater’s exposed, vulnerable shitter, finally managing to plunge the tip of the feather right into the out-of-it ex-Naval Officer’s virgin asshole, “Dr. Jeff” then “feather-fucking” the crazed, hysterically pleading stud as he continued to tease the red-hot, swollen, pulsating glans of the deserving wife beater’s totally frustrated cock.

“Dr. Jeff” then replaced the feather with his surgical-gloved finger again, finger-fucking the butch dude’s clenching butthole with his surgical-gloved finger while he teased the ex-Naval officer’s pent-up cum-churning butch balls and jerked on his cock, “pumping, pumping, pumping” (like Norma Desmond’s oil wells in Bakersfield) yet never quite allowing the pent-up stud any relief. Just when “Dr. Jeff” realized the frustrated wife-beater was about to cum, he backed off leaving the howling dude actually in tears of frustration, so close to completion and yet so far. Poor baby!

“Dr. Jeff” then decided that ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s upturned cute humpy little ass had not had the full attention it needed, telling him this was the punishment that gay-hating, wife-beating idiots like himself deserved, that maybe if Rick was on the receiving end of some punishment and humiliation he could learn to change his ways. To that end, “Dr. Jeff” proceeded to raise his surgical-gloved hands and proceeded to viciously spank the upturned cheeks of the macho ex-Naval Officer and God of Medicine Rick Thompson’s bare, shaved ass, spanking the outraged, howling Rick’s ass until the handprints were visibly pink then fire-engine red and burning like a brushfire across the cheeks of the wife-beater’s tight little ass, Rick howling at the indignity of it all to no avail.

“Dr. Jeff” then decided to pull out all the stops, suddenly re-tickling the bound stud’s pulsating pecker, his big butch bull balls and asshole while tickling, tweaking and pinching his man-tits until they were standing up like hot little cocks on his shaved chest, only to tickle his exposed, hairless girlish armpits, until ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson was getting closer and closer to his long-denied orgasm. “Dr. Jeff” then suddenly viciously rammed his surgical-gloved finger right up the butch dude’s hairless virgin asshole striking his swollen prostate gland deep within his shitchute while he simultaneously furiously tickled the glans of the ex-Naval Officer’s swollen glans, until with an earth-shattering scream, ex-Navy SEAL Officer Rick Thompson’s big butch balls flew up, his cute size-12 feet flexed, his toes curled spasmodically, only for the pee-hole of the butch stud’s giant cock to pooch open and explode like a fuckin fire hose cannon with the wife-beater’s pent-up cum, his bull-balls cutting loose their big butch load without “Dr. Jeff” having directly touched his cock, the mere feather touch bringing the hot-to-trot stud to orgasm, to his blue balls’ profound relief.

Ex-Naval officer Rick Thompson’s hot cum flew out in huge, highly pressurized bursts, enormous globs of wild sperm bombs flying and separating out from the arcing stream of white-hot jizz, the jizz splattering hard against the high ceiling, splattering all over the floor, the bound stud’s heaving hairless chests, into his de-pubed exposed pits, into and over his face and hair, the most intense cum of his entire life hitting him like a ton of bricks, Rick’s strong muscles contorting so strongly due to the incredible force of his long-denied orgasm that the triangular-shaped metal assist suspended from the ceiling was torn out of the ceiling with his bare feet still attached to it, the ceiling plaster flying and raining down on “Dr. Jeff” and Rick, while Rick’s own cum started to drip back down onto him from the ceiling as well.

“Dr. Jeff” then took the video tapes and souvenir jars of the shorn military men’s body hair to the trunk of his car, then returned and released the totally spent ex-Navy SEAL Rick Thompson, threatening to show the video to all of his Navy SEAL and doctor buddies if he tried to harm Jeff or if he ever beat his wife or put down gays again. A newly reformed Rick Thompson already had been born, Thompson promising not to beat his wife or put down gays. Jeff made it clear that if he did, Jeff would not hesitate to use the threat of the publication of the video to force Rick into further “sessions” (Even if Rick was a “good boy”, Jeff would consider further “sessions”!). Jeff further made Rick promise that he would provide some of his Navy SEAL buds for further “sessions” with Jeff, and to promise Jeff that once all his body hair grew back, he would make Jeff a video tape of his wife fucking him up the ass with a strap-on dildo. “Yeah if you learned one thing today, dude, it’s that the key to your personal love button is found up your tight little ass! I think you’re gonna fuckin’ enjoy getting your tight butch ass plugged by your wife! I know she will get off having your deserving ass on the receiving end for a change!”

THE END

Richard
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    adrk - September 5, 2014, 1:44 pm

    Just pure Richard!!!!! So hott thanks

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