Straight Video Producers Forced to Star in Their Own Tickling Videos – Page 1

A classic tickling and cum control story from Richard!

Straight Video Producers Forced to Star in Their Own Tickling Videos – Page 1
by Richard

straight-tickling-videosBrian Masterson III and his business partner, Kent Worthington, were gloating over the success of their video business. Brian and Kent had known each other since they were fraternity brothers in college at the most prestigious fraternity on campus. Both were from wealthy backgrounds and had studied business in college. The 6′ 3″ 28-year-old , dirty-blond-haired Brian, and the darkly handsome 6′ 2″ , 27-year-old Kent, had fallen into creating a very lucrative mail-order video production company. Brian and Kent were hyper-macho straight dudes who hated gays and regularly bashed them in their college days. Nevertheless, they had heard that the Internet and adult entertainment industries were big money-makers, and, as part of their business studies, they came upon a detailed study of types of adult entertainment that had a big market but were yet untapped. The study indicated that there was a big market for quality male tickling videos and that there was little competition in the marketplace at the time. Brian and Kent made gagging and retching sounds when they read the article, so deep was their hatred of gays, plus they considered “ticklishness” unmanly and beneath contempt. Their love and lust for money and more of it, however, was endless, and for this reason they gave serious consideration to starting such a business, and did just that, to their own amazement.

Brian Masterson III and Kent Worthington had six-figure “day jobs” working as yuppie stockbrokers, and fell into the adult entertainment business as a sideline. Brian and Kent wore designer suits and ties to their office by day and Brian even wore his when he filmed the videos. Brian had taken a “minor” in cinema at college and was quite skilled at videography, so he was the cameraman for the videos. He made quite an incongruous impression dressed in designer shirt and tie while filming adult videos, and male/male ones at that. Kent recruited the “actors” for the videos and even appeared in some of them, though always clothed and always in control of the action, never as a “victim”. Kent reasoned that his being in them didn’t matter, since the sales were strictly mail-order, and that all the mail orders went to non-entity “fags” anyway.

Brian and Kent fell into their video success, because Kent recruited young “straight” guys around 18-20 exclusively, good-looking but poorer guys or college kids whom desperately needed extra money. Kent even recruited from want ads where guys said they were willing to do “anything” for money. They “fell into” success because they had no idea how popular their videos would be; it seemed all their “faggot” customers could tell that the subjects were straight hetero guys who were being tickled, and not raving queens or worse like in some videos. This, coupled with the fact that the videos were absolutely real and not faked, and often contained actual rip-stripping wrestling matches between the breeder-boy “actors” to determine who got stripped and who had to be tickled, led to super success. Kent and Brian had all the “actors” sign releases, etc. but often failed to honor the “actors’” agreed limits during the filming and let the “tops” tickle the shit out of them once they were tied up, Kent often joining in, which led to total reality shoots; the “victims” really were hysterical and cursing to no avail on the videos. For all their success, however, Brian and Kent were notoriously cheap; sometimes they did not even pay the “actors” at all, or far less than promised. Worse, they charged their customers outrageous sums for the videos, which the “goddamned fags” ended up paying, since their videos were the best on the market.

Both Brian and Kent were blissfully unaware, however, that their reputation as “cheap bastards” who “couldn’t be trusted” had been spread around by prior “actors” who had appeared in the videos, or that the “actors” had complained to their older brothers or neighborhood guys about them.

Brian and Kent were discussing their latest “shoot”. The “fag” customers had been making requests for a video depicting an uniformed cop tickling victims. Since all their “actors” tended to be on the young side, Brian convinced the 27-year-old Kent to appear in the video as the uniformed cop and obtained a LAPD motorcycle cop uniform for Kent to wear during the “shoot”. The “actors” were only too well aware of Kent and Brian’s financial power over them, and the fact that they were 7-10 years their senior, and both ran the company with an iron hand. Both Brian and Kent were relieved, however, that their “actors” were straight and not gay; no way would either want to have to deal with “fags” or touch them, for example. Kent had no qualms about tickling fellow straight dudes who were doing it for the money (when they paid it out, that is); he was only too aware that this was what was keeping Brian and himself in financial clover, and if it was a way to part rich “fags” from their money, so much the better!

As Kent and Brian discussed the “shoot” Kent was already in his motorcycle cop uniform. Kent and Brian both complained of the excessive heat of the day, the air conditioning not competing with the heat outside or the heat within the production area, which was made all the worse by the heat of the bright video production lights. Despite the heat, the ever-formal Brian was still suited up in his navy blue blazer from their stockbroker job, (with the Masterson family crest on it, of course), designer shirt and tie, charcoal grey dress slacks and Ferragamo loafers, his only concession to the relative informality of the “shoot” being the fact that he had discarded his executive socks and was wearing his expensive leather loafers without socks, his sweaty executive feet no doubt combining their scent with that of the expensive leather. Brian reasoned that it was not as hot behind the camera and out of the glare of the production lights.

As they spoke, their three “actors” for the shoot arrived, Mike, a 20-year-old 6′ 2″ tall, dark-haired construction worker dude, sweaty and just off after his last day’s work on the construction site (unemployed again, shit! Now he needed the extra cash from the “shoot” more than ever!); Ron, an 18-year-old 5′ 10″ blond college dude; and Steve, a 19-year-old 5′ 9″ brown-haired grocery store bagger. All had appeared in prior videos, although Mike had been only a tickle “top” in previous ones, and had tickle “topped” both Ron and Steve in the past, easily subduing them with his superior strength and size, looking upon them as younger, snotty little “brothers” who deserved it. Mike was only too well aware of his handsome good looks and superior muscular strength, often flexing his muscles which rippled under his smooth brown skin or “making a muscle” for admiring girls, the fact that he had a “USMC” tattoo on his bulging sun-bronzed left bicep only adding to the rank, bullying machismo the ultra-butch, gay-bashing stud exuded from every hunky pore of his incredible body. Mike stretched his hunky upper body after entering the production room, revealing two huge sweat spots under his white tee shirt and affording a tantalizing glimpse of tiny tufts of jet-black hair curling out of his manly armpits.

In the current “cop” video, the premise was that all 3 had been caught speeding in a car driven by Mike, and all would do “anything” to get out of the ticket. However, before the video could begin, all 3 were complaining about not having gotten paid for the last one, and/or for not being paid what was originally promised. Kent, already feeling extra swaggering from the effect of being dressed as a snarling motorcycle cop, told them to “shut the fuck up! You’ll all get paid what you’re worth, which isn’t much, you fuckers!” to assorted grumbles.

Brian set up the scene, which was typically free-form. Kent as the cop was to chew out Mike for being the “speeder” and Ron and Steve were supposed to have been his passengers caught in possession of marijuana. Kent makes a deal with them that he doesn’t care which of them is the most responsible for their predicament, but that one of them has to be punished, and Kent will watch as they “sort it out’ who is most at fault for their getting pulled over. Unbeknownst to Mike, Kent had telephoned Ron and Steve before the shoot and told them that Brian and he had decided that Mike was to get “topped” for a change in this video; that Ron and Steve, with Kent’s help, would subdue the bullying, conceited Mike and teach him a lesson he would never forget. Before, it had been “every man for himself”; the “two or three against one” had never been shot before.

Accordingly, the scene began with Kent the snarling motorcycle cop chewing out Mike and the rest for speeding and announcing that he was going to let them sort out who got punished first. Mike and Steve were clad in jeans and tee shirts, and Ron was in walking shorts and a tee shirt. All three began rough-housing and yelling at the others as the camera rolled, rolling around on the bed and generally wrestling each other for dominance, each blaming the other for their predicament, only for Ron and Steve to suddenly “gang up” on Mike, blaming him for speeding or they never would have got caught for pot possession, etc. Mike easily held off the two younger, less muscular dudes, however, although they got in some good whacks on Mike’s jean-encased ass. Mike was easily able to pull off both Ron and Steve’s tee shirts, revealing Ron’s dirty blond-haired armpits and Steve’s brown-haired pits, Mike managing to delve wiggling fingers into each of their newly exposed pits, eliciting giggles and their trying to pull away, Mike intent on his usual dominance of the two younger, less muscular dudes.

Sensing Mike’s imminent control of the other two, “Officer” Kent helped Ron grab one of Mike’s big strong muscular arms, Kent and Ron holding the macho construction worker’s arms back, while “Officer” Kent yelled to Steve to “pants this fucker! Yeah, he was the most at fault, let’s show him what happens to fucking lawbreakers on my beat, yeah!”

To Mike’s horror, the youngest, shortest dude in the room, grocery store bagger Steve, gleefully unhitched the jeans of his former tormentor and suddenly yanked them unceremoniously down his hairy, sun-bronzed muscular legs, then, with some difficulty, over the dude’s sweaty construction boots as the embarrassed macho dude cursed and swore at the “little fucker! Goddamned faggot!” and threatened to cut off the “little shit’s worthless little nelly balls!” to no avail. Steve even got to swat the conceited construction worker’s firm assglobe through his now-exposed Calvin Klein shorts, as Mike thrashed wildly around, turning over on his stomach while held down, then lying back on his ass again after Steve swatted his manly behind, Mike’s construction-booted feet and hairy legs futilely thrashing in an unsuccessful effort to break free. Worse, “Officer” Kent and Ron had by now managed to divest the spluttering Mike of his sweaty tee shirt, revealing the butch construction worker’s heaving, sun-bronzed, incredibly muscular chest, which proudly contained a thick thatch of manly jet-black chest hair which thinly fanned out from the thatch in the center of his chest over his perfect, pointed man-tits, then ran in a narrow line down to the top of his shorts, where the thatch of pubies fanned out again at the top of his luxuriant nest of manly, private pubes. Mike’s incredibly hairy, sweaty armpits were totally revealed as well.

Mike cursed and threatened again, to no avail, as “Officer” Kent merely ordered Steve to “rip the fucker’s shorts off” which Steve eagerly did, using both hands on the top of the waistband and pulling hard sideways until with a funky RRRRRRIPPPPPP!!!! sound, the proud macho construction worker was suddenly completed denuded, his most intimate garment shred to smithereens before his shocked eyes, exposing the butch stud’s huge flaccid cock luxuriant pubes and hairy bull-balls, and, as he thrashed around, also revealing his snow-white lightly jet-black-haired assglobes split by a line of sweaty, butch construction worker asscrack fur.

“Officer” Kent then seized the shredded shorts with his black-leather-gloved hands and forced the sweaty, musky shorts into Mike’s horrified mouth while Kent held down one of Mike’s arm’s with his striped, motorcycle-cop-uniformed knee while Ron held the other, Kent forcing the shocked hetero macho dude to lick and sniff his own shorts while they all laughed at his red, bug-eyed face as he was forced to perform this shameful task.

With Ron and Steve’s help,”Officer” Kent then rolled the naked (except for his sweaty construction boots and socks) construction worker off the bed and onto the floor, “Officer” Kent whipping out his handcuffs and cuffing the shocked dude’s wrists over his head while his construction-booted feet were bound with stretch elastic restraints which were tied to short wooden posts secured to the floor, so that his now wide-spread, bound construction booted feet could not kick them, but so that their victim could also be easily rolled over at whim.

“Officer” Kent announced that he thought that Mike “still needed to be taken down a peg” telling Mike he should beg for forgiveness for getting his friends in trouble, that the least he could do was sniff and worship his friends’ sweaty, smelly feet! “Officer” Kent then “ordered” Ron and Steve to remove their shoes and “feed their smelly feet” to their bound macho friend! Soon the bug-eyed, spluttering Mike was forced to lick and suck all four of his friends’ socked feet, licking the soles, heels and wiggling socked toes, Ron and Steve eagerly stuffing their smelly feet down the butch stud’s protesting, gurgling throat, spreading his pouting lips with their big feet, relishing how the bound stud’s saliva was coating their filthy smelly socks. Ron even began sliding his socked feet all over the construction worker’s bound body, sliding his saliva-soaked and sweaty feet at will over the dude’s hair-haloed tits, scrunging his toenails over them through his socks, sliding them into the dude’s hairy armpits and scratching them with his toes as well, then running both feet over the dude’s half-hard cock and hairy bull-balls, twirling his wiggling toes through the luxuriant pubes. Inspired, “Officer” Kent pulled off both of his shiny leather motorcycle knee-boots and extracted his own size 12 stinking feet from them, only to proceed to join Ron and Steve, the three of them running their socked feet into his mouth, tits, hairy pits, cock and balls, until the struggling macho man’s eyes were bugging, fearing he would be foot-smothered by their dancing tootsies and twitching toes, his body also being embarrassing stimulated by all the random foot-assaults of his sensitive skin areas.

Worse, “Officer” Kent forced Mike to remove each of their socks with his teeth, then worshipfully lick and suck each of their feet, their soles, heels and toes until each of their six feet had a true spit-shine, Mike gagging on their fragrant feet’s funky man-smell after being encased in leather shoes for an entire day.

To Mike’s further horror, “Officer” Kent then proceeded to have each of them dip their six feet into a paint-roller-type paint receptacle which had been filled with baby oil, only to proceed to run their baby oiled feet all over the bound butch construction workers’ bully-boy body, running their now slippery feet over his sweaty pits, hair-haloed tits, navel, cock and hairy bull-balls, Kent and Ron using their baby-oiled feet to “iron” the butch stud’s cock on the firm “board” of the bound, screaming construction worker’s rock-hard six-pack abs, Mike’s cock going rock-hard in response as they also teased his hairy bull-balls with their baby-oiled feet, using their sharp toenails to tickle and squeeze the humpy stud’s hairy, bouncing bully-boy-balls, combining the construction stud’s own ball-sweat with their baby-oiled feet to drive the stud up the wall with unbidden desire. Kent and Ron also used the soles of their baby-oiled feet to rhythmically slide their soles up and down and up and down in unison over the dude’s hard cock, teasing the sensitive glans with their oily toes and toenails, until Mike was squealing like the stuck pig he was, mewling like a bitch in heat as wild waves of sexual need coursed through his manly veins, seeming to concentrate at the tip of his red-hot feet-tormented cock. Steve simultaneously teased the dude’s hair-haloed, erect man-tits and sweaty armpits with his own oily feet and toenails, occasionally putting one of his oily feet into the stud’s braying mouth if he got too loud from screaming, cursing and mewling with lust.

“Officer” Kent then used his oily feet to tickle Mike’s ribs and ticklish sides, only to kick him over with his feet onto his stomach, all three of them then proceeding to slide their oily feet all over the dude’s white, lightly hair-flecked ass, through his furry asscrack and over and into his hair-haloed virgin asshole, toe-fucking the butch stud while they slid their oily feet over his hairy bull-balls, their combined weight forcing the moaning stud’s rock-hard, unsatisfied cock to helplessly grind into the carpet. Steve simultaneously walked on the dude’s strong, sun-bronzed back with his oily feet, then teased the entire length of his spine with his oily feet and twitching toenails.

“Officer” Kent then kicked the hapless dude over onto his back, the threesome laughing at how the conceited construction dude was now covered in sweat and baby oil all over his body, laughing at the rock-hard, throbbing state of the “law-breaking” bad-boy’s cock.

“Officer” Kent then freed the stud as all three of them hustled Mike back onto his back on the bed, Kent and Ron holding the dude’s arms while Steve placed Mike’s still-construction-booted feet through the inner holes of a wooden “stock” like those used to hold Colonial Americans’ feet and arms as punishment, and firmly closed the wooden stocks over the construction worker’s hairy ankles, leaving his size 12 feet hanging out on the other side. The stocks were slightly raised above the level of the foot of the bed, forcing the dude’s hairy muscular legs somewhat in the air. Mike’s sun-bronzed muscular arms were then bound to the bedposts as he lay on his back, his hairy chest heaving from all his recent foot-induced exertion.

Officer” Kent announced that it was now time that Ron and Steve also be punished, Kent ordering the duo to “strip!” Ron and Steve reluctantly complied stripping off their clothes till they were bareass naked as well, revealing their sun-bronzed, fairly smooth young bodies and bare, white asses. Ron was then ordered to straddle the area right above Mike’s six-pack abs on his own bare stomach, so that Ron’s cock was sliding over the sweat and baby-oiled hairy thatch of chest hair on Mike’s heaving chest, and then Steve was ordered to straddle Ron’s lower back so that his cock was sliding on Ron’s bare back above Ron’s ass, and both Steve’s and Ron’s bare asses were upturned and helplessly exposed.

“Officer” Kent then spanked both Ron’s and Steve’s bare, upturned asses with a ping-pong paddle until both Ron and Steve’s asses were flaming fire engine red and itching and burning and they were begging for Kent to stop. Kent alternated the paddle with his own open-palmed black-leather-gloved hands, leaving angry red palm-prints on both of their asses as well. Even better, Ron and Steve were forced to wildly thrash from their spankings, forced to slide their own hardening cocks onto each other, Ron’s big cock grinding into the oily, sweaty chest hair of Mike’s heaving chest, the butch young construction worker looking on bug-eyed with hetero horror as Ron’s big cock slid through the oil and sweat along his hairy, muscular sun-bronzed chest, the red-hot cock head approaching the flabbergasted stud’s face on each thrust as Ron was spanked, and Steve’s cock sliding all over Ron’s own sun-bronzed back as he was spanked as well.

“Officer” Kent then ordered the “punished pot smokers” off of Mike whereupon Mike’s arms were released and then re-bound, so that his sun-bronzed, muscular USMC-tattooed arms were raised way over his head and his hairy wrists were placed into leather cuffs which winched up to the ceiling, so that the humpy, hairy construction worker’s arms were now stretched way above his head so that each of his hairy, sweaty and baby-oiled armpits were incredibly exposed, each hairy pit being pulled very close to the sides of the dude’s handsome head by his strung up position. Mike was now effectively sitting up on the bed, with his arms pulled way above him, and his upraised hairy legs pulled through the stocks leaving his furry asscrack slightly accessible and his feet extremely vulnerable as well.

“Officer” Kent then ordered Ron to get on his knees behind the now strung-up Mike on the bed, while Kent and Steve proceeded to remove the construction stud’s sweaty work boots, reeling back comically and holding their noses for the camera’s benefit to convey the fact that the dude’s leather work-boot-encased feet stunk to high heaven after a full day’s work on the construction sight. (They were not really exaggerating. Those feet were well and truly “ripe”!).

Kent and Steve then proceeded to tickle the construction dude’s bound feet while Ron sprang into action on the bed behind the strung up stud, Ron delving his ten twitching fingers deep into Mike’s sweaty, oily, helplessly upraised armpits and tweaking his hair-haloed man-tits, until Mike was screaming bloody murder, squealing, yelling cursing and screaming as he twitched wildly in a futile effort to escape the tickle torture.

“Officer” Kent and Steve then removed the bound butch construction stud’s work socks, making him feel even more naked than he already was by the sudden feel of cool air on his pink, suddenly exposed vulnerable tootsies, and stuffed one stinking sock down his protesting throat for awhile, then proceeded to attach all ten of the dude’s pink, twitching toes to little loops of sturdy twine that hung down from the top of the wooden stocks, so that the hapless stud’s bare feet were flexed outward, and the bully-boy dude could not curl his toes to escape further intense tickle torture!

Kent and Steve then renewed the tickle torture of the bound construction dude’s bare feet, using feathers and toothbrushes on the soft, sweaty flesh of his bare, helpless pink soles, relentlessly tickling his twitching feet and spread-out toes, causing Mike to shriek into his sweatsock gag as Ron simultaneously tickled the stud’s exposed hairy, sweaty, and baby-oiled armpits, tits sides and ribs while rubbing his own boner along Mikes, bare, sun-bronzed muscular back. “Officer” Kent ordered Ron to remove the sock gag so they could better hear Mike’s pleas for mercy, the trio being rewarded with Mike’s banshee, shrill pleas to “STOPPPP!!! OH MY GODDDDD!!!! NO MORE!!!!! NO!!!! I CAN’T FUCKIN’ TAKE THIS SHIT!!! STOP IT YOUU FUCKIN’ FAGGOT ASSHOLES!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ARGHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

“Officer” Kent then ordered Steve to lick and suck on Mike’s exposed feet, Steve being forced to use his hot twat-taming taster to chow down on the construction worker’s smelly funky foot-sweat, his hot pink tongue tickling the flesh of the macho dude’s squirming tootsies, delving in between the dude’s toes to clean any toejam, then all over the soles and heels of the squealing squirming, mewling and pleading dude’s pink feet while Ron’s twitching fingers did their number on Mike’s hairy armpits, hair-haloed tits, ribs, and sides, causing Mike to scream anew “NOOOOOO!!!!! STOPPPP!!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! NOT TWO OR THREE AT ONCE!!!! I’M CRAWLING OUTTA MY FUCKIN’ SKIN!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! STOPPPP OH, GAWDDDDDDDD YOU’RE DRIVING ME FUCKIN INSANE!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!! STOPPPP!!! PUH-LEEZE, STOPPPPP!!!!!”

Meanwhile, “Officer” Kent proceeded to use a feather to tickle the glans of Mike’s rock-hard boner and tease his hairy bull-balls, while also delving the tip of the twitching feathers down into the furry crack of the butch construction worker’s asscrack and hair-haloed virgin asshole, using his leather gloved hands to yank hunks of the dude’s luxuriant pubic hairs right off of his body.

“Officer” Kent then trailed the feathers right through the dude’s hair-lined asscrack then teasing in concentric circles over and around his exposed hair-haloed shitter, only to plunge the tip of the feather into that tight, little, never-before-penetrated button, causing Mike to involuntarily gasp and moan with unbidden pleasure, his cock jerking and throbbing on its own in response to this surprisingly pleasant, teasing anal stimulation.

Kent then plunged the feather into the butch dude’s now receptive asshole, his clenching tight, little hole seeming to beg for “more, more!” as the big strapping bully actually seemed to be backing his tight butt back onto the invading feather, trying to suck more of the tickling teasing instrument of torture into his hot littl e butthole as unbidden waves of incredible pleasure coursed through the arrogant construction worker’s body as his never-before-utilized prostate came into play, causing the bullying dude to moan and groan in lust and drool, while his big cock throbbed all the more and his blue-bully-boy-balls churned helplessly away as his wildly gyrating nut oysters churned in frustration, desperately seeking their long-denied release.

Kent merely trailed another feather up towards the bound dude’s hairy bull-balls, devilishly teasing the sensitive area between the dude’s feather-invaded butthole and his big balls for several seconds before simultaneously teasing and tickling the pimpled sweaty flesh of the construction worker’s big churning nut sacs, teasing each ball in turn in teasing concentric circles with sadistic relish, relentlessly teasing and tickling and goosing Mike’s blue balls, stimulating his churning nuts while he simultaneously plunged the other feather deeper up his shit-chute, causing him to mewl in unsatisfied lust and hump away onto the feather in his butt trying desperately and futilely to trigger his long-denied orgasm. Meanwhile, the hapless dude’s huge pecker throbbed and dripped in frustration.

“Officer” Kent then trailed another feather teasingly up and down and up and down and back and forth and back and forth over the dude’s throbbing boner while simultaneously teasing his butthole with the other feather, until Mike was mewling and begging and thrashing and begging for sexual release, only for Kent to laughingly stop again and again just as the macho construction worker was on the tantalizing edge of the most overwhelming orgasm of his life.

Kent kept this torture up for several more minutes, then he and Ron and Steve pulled out all the stops and relentlessly tickle tortured the stud at random all over his exposed body, while Kent alternately feather-fucked and feather tickled his throbbing boner and cum-churning blue balls, teasing the glans relentlessly and teasingly over and over and around and around the sensitive head and glans of Mike’s red-hot mushroom cockhead until Mike’s big bull balls drew up high in his hairy, musky-scented nutbags, Mike’s toes curled in their bondage as his big size 12s flexed spasmodically, and, with a wild banshee scream, Mike finally had the orgasm of his life, his humongous pecker contracting wildly, whereupon a sudden whoosh of solid white mancum sprayed up explosively out of his pent-up cock, arcing 15 feet into the air, followed by eight more huge volleys of boiling hot jizz, huge bursts of the funky stuff splattering wildly all over the room, little bursts of cum separating off from the main volleys into little side explosions of their own, splattering Mike’s hairy chest, leaving little white dots of jizz in his hairy, sweaty pits, spraying his arrogant face and down his screaming throat, into his hair, and splattering the ceiling and the wall behind the bed, only for the construction worker’s own cum to drip back down on him from the ceiling.

Ron and Steve then erupted in huge explosions of cum themselves, Ron blasting his load all over Mike’s sun-bronzed muscular back while he continued to tickle the construction worker’s hairy pits from behind, Ron’s cock having found a sensual launch pad for his cum in a funky small thatch of hair growing on the bottom of Mike’s sun-bronzed back just above his furry asscrack, Mike’s baby oil and sweat-covered body sliding against Ron’s big cock, and Steve blasting his load onto Mike’s twitching feet and toes, rubbing his own cock onto those soft pink soles triggering his orgasm, then rubbing his own jizz into the stud’s bound feet and tickling him with his own cockhead.

A few minutes later Brian yelled “cut” and the video production was completed. Kent freed Mike and, after the threesome had cleaned off their cum-soaked bodies, Mike, Ron and Steve renewed their pleas to be paid. Kent insisted that they didn’t have the cash to pay them right then, that they would all have to wait.

Infuriated, Mike, Ron and Steve began pushing and shoving “Officer” Kent, demanding their money “now”, “Officer” Kent sliding in his still bare feet on the baby-oil-soaked part of the floor which was uncarpeted, his uniformed ass falling onto the bed. Alarmed, particularly by the strong, freed naked construction worker, “Officer” Kent yelled out to Brian to “help me get these low-class fuckers off me, Brian, an outraged “Officer” Kent yelping “Ow!” as Mike got in an open-handed swat on his uniform-panted butt. Instead of helping, however, the ever-mercenary Brian decided to “roll” another video, deciding that a video depicting the threesome topping a butch “cop” might set off the pacemakers of his nelly-queen clients, and therefore deciding to “go” with it.

“Officer” Kent’s utter confidence that Brian would come to his aid and help his fellow aristocrat repel the low-class naked heathens who were attacking him was completely shaken when he realized that Brian was actually filming the event instead. Brian knew he could dub out the part of the sound where Kent was yelling for Brian’s help and even the part about the other 3 demanding money for the `shoot”, and the whole thing would play as the 3 arrestees getting even with the arrogant cop who pulled them over.

Soon Mike and Ron had “Officer” Kent by both arms on the bed and were encouraging Steve to once again do the honors and pull down the cop’s uniform pants, “Officer” Kent’s eyes bugging in horror as Steve proceeded to do just that, revealing the older, aristocratic dude’s hairy, sun-bronzed muscular legs as Kent’s gunbelt and striped uniform pants were pulled down and off his own size 12 bare feet, prompting Kent to yell to Brian “Bry! For God’s sakes, Bry! HELP ME!!! Look! These low-class young punk bastards are gonna fuckin’ STRIP ME!!! My God, my patrician privates are only covered by my thin cotton Calvins!!! Help me Brian!!!! No!!!! Stoppp!!! OK I’ll give you fuckers your money, just stoppp c’mon guys, NO! you’ve had your fun now, now stoppp!!!”

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    scotts60143 - April 20, 2017, 7:58 pm

    Always enjoy a story by Richard! Really enjoyed Mike being “topped” in the video, and look forward to all 3 of them “topping” Kent. Some great story telling here!

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