In the final scene, Marty Stiles makes another appearance and the lottery winners enjoy some one-on-one time. A big thanks to Kronmire4 and Amalaric for their fantastic efforts on this hot series!
Selling Tough Love - Part 11 (Conclusion)
by Kronmire4
Art by Amalaric
Series: Selling Tough Love
What followed for the rest of the first hour segment were more lots of fit young males ticketed off and arrayed on display throughout the studio on spot lit revolving platforms. The penultimate lot was what the producers euphemistically called a ‘special’. Three young construction workers in their mid-twenties caught selling some of their employers’ raw material on the black market. Instead of going to the block individually, they were offered as a trio, which presented all sorts of creative possibilities regarding their future punishment…separately (as the others watched), in pairs, made to administer punishment to each other, or just all three on the receiving end at once. As he had with the stoic young marine, Bryce descended from his podium and conducted what he liked to think of as a hands on presentation. In due course the trio was ticketed off and led to their revolving platform where, as with all of the others, the now naked young males were cuffed and made to stand on display.
The last of the Tough Love Lottery males was always what was referred to as a premium and reserved to the studio audience only. This enormously increased the chances of a real win and, so, starting prices for tickets were very high. There would only be one round for purchasing. ‘It is with genuine pleasure,’ Denning’s sonorous voice filled the hushed studio, ‘to present our last lotto buck of the evening; ladies AND gentlemen…back for an encore performance, last week’s favorite and still America’s best bad boy- MARTY STILES!!!!!!!!!’ Cheering and applause nearly drowned out the frantic tones of brass and drum as the orchestra strove for a crescendo. Marty Stiles, already stripped completely naked and with hands shackled firmly behind his broad back, was solemnly escorted along a gangway to mount the dais before Bryce Denning’s podium. Both terrified and dejected he stood under the bright lights blinded by their intensity. Sweating profusely, the hairy young college jock unconsciously flexed his muscles giving the audience a magnificent show. He had been kept in a studio holding cell since his appearance the week before and- due to a steady program of supervised work outs, enforced chastity, and a high protein diet- was both fantastically fit and suitably edgy. One of the attendants fingered Marty’s ample cock and balls causing him to shudder visible as the audience broke into another round of applause. Bryce Denning cleared his throat, motioning the audience to an expectant silence. ‘At the count of ten, ladies and gentlemen, tickets for mastery of Marty Stiles will go on sale…for $99.99 each. Keep in mind that THIS lotto is limited to the studio audience, television viewers may, ah, view the proceedings but are not permitted to make a purchase. Also- please keep in mind, there is only ONE round of ticket sales for this magnificent stud, as our hour on the air is growing shorter, I URGE you NOT TO HESITATE! Are you READY????’ Members of the audience shouted their assent. ‘In that case,’ a beaming Bryce Denning intoned and, counting backwards to a drum roll, finally shouted, ‘GO!!!!’ And the purchasing frenzy began.
After the commercial break the cameras once again panned in for several close-ups of Marty Stiles, visibly trembling on the dais. Audiences around the nation were moved by the tears in his deep brown eyes, the deep rise and fall of his hairy chest as he wrestled with mounting anxiety, the tremor in his lightly spread muscular legs, the beads of sweat, like tiny diamonds, on the high rise of his fuzzy ass, and the nervous movement of his dangling balls as they squirmed in their clammy sack, trying to escape the limelight. Finally, moving slowly away from the roving close-ups, the cameras took a few last lingering shots of the captive stud before a fade out overlaid by the voice of Bryce Denning. ‘Soon we’ll have young Marty sold and…yes…delivered- for a solid hour of punishing pleasure- to a lucky member of our studio audience, but first (yet another ditty from the orchestra) the winners of our other Tough Love Lotto prizes!’ Everyone in the studio turned in order to witness a much anticipated sight as a slender young man clad only in a bright green jock strap trundled a huge Plexiglas globe mounted on a rolling stainless steel tripod and filled with innumerable brightly colored balls. At the same time the spot lights illuminating all of the previously offered bucks on their revolving platforms were switched off, with a single exception; Rick Moretti, the dark haired prize with the temerity to have fucked the wife of a local cop… Denning nodded at the assistant in the green jockstrap who spun the huge Plexiglas globe three times before producing seven of the colored balls. ‘6, 399, 34, 221, 3, 97, 11!!’ Thanks to computer technology a winner was almost instantly indentified out of the nearly two million tickets sold. ‘WE HAVE A WINNER!!!’ Denning’s voice cracked artfully with suppressed tension, ‘Bob Jenkins of Spokane, Washington…’ The scene immediately shifted to a pre-recorded image of a state of the art punishment room as a smooth-voiced narrator explained, ‘Winners of this evening’s Lotto males will be flown to Los Angeles where they will stay, all expenses paid, at one of the city’s finest hotels for two nights and three days! During that time they will have a chance to visit many of the city’s famous tourist attractions…as well as pay a visit to the Tough Love Burbank studios where they will spend ONE QUALITY HOUR with the miscreant male won in the Lotto! Truly, a life changing experience; for the winner, of course, (the rich voice chuckled knowingly) and also for the young man they have come to discipline.’ Next up was Ted Myers, who was won by a mother of three in Queens, NY. Ted was followed by several others, including the trio which, by amazing coincidence, was one by a pool of office workers in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Some eyebrows were raised at the fate of Derek Johns, the young marine intent on proving himself and honoring the Corps. He was won by Amal Shabaz, formerly of Iraq but recently naturalized as a US citizen and residing in Detroit.
When all of the Lotto prizes had been allocated and the men led from their platforms to holding cells elsewhere in the studio, Denning spoke up again, ‘And now for the moment we have all been waiting for!’ The great Plexiglas sphere was once again spun by the grinning assistant in the green jock strap and seven more numbers were shouted out. It wasn’t necessary to engage the computer banks because a great shout was immediately heard from the audience, ‘We won, WE WON!!!!!!! Oh, Pete, I NEVER won anything in my life!!!!’ Denning smiled and invited the couple (clearly shared ticket holders) to verify the winning stub and then to mount the stage and take their place next to his podium…but Marty Stiles was nowhere to be seen. Almost unnoticed, he had been escorted from the stage and disappeared through a side door. ‘Pete and Thelma Auerbeck of the San Fernando Valley…YOU have won the privilege of administering ONE SOLID HOUR of discipline to our young, very fit and muscular, and soon to be utterly reformed…Marty Stiles.’ Suddenly a massive overhead screen came to life with a writhing image of Marty stretched in a tight ‘X’ on a circular revolving platform in one of the studio’s state of the art punishment rooms. He was sobbing softly, head averted in abject humiliation as every inch of his hairy physique was bared for inspection and eventual hard (and hopefully creative) use.
The audience broke into wild cheers and rhythmic clapping as Denning continued, ‘With just a few minutes to go in this segment of the show, I would now like to invite Pete and Thelma to accompany one of our helpful assistants in order to go on a little SHOPPING SPREE!’ His smile widened, ‘That’s correct! Right here and now in Tough Love’s studio stock rooms each will be able to select ten items to be used on our bad boy, Marty Stiles, and when the hour is up the items are theirs to keep- free of charge’ ‘Oh!’ Thelma burbled, ‘That’s just fantastic! We have three teen aged boys at home and let me just tell you, Mr. Denning, NOTHING will go to waste.’ More cheers from the audience. The happy couple exited the stage and then the set but were followed by cameras and broadcast back into the studio and around the nation as they carefully selected preferred instruments of punishment courtesy of the Tough Love franchise. Thelma’s favorites included a Pro-prod deluxe Joy Stick, medium gauge cat o’nine, various paddles and a collar attached to an anal hook. Pete, ever the creative one, proudly displayed an electrified serrated penile sound (with ‘jalapeño’ lube), wide gag of stitched Italian leather, testicle clamps, several single and multi-strand whips, and a Flexi-frame (for use at home and when on vacation). Without further fanfare, the eager couple was escorted by a pair of assistants to join Marty Stiles in the punishment room. The hour spent together would be graphically recorded and, as with the other males sold that evening, the results would be edited with highlights broadcast in the second hour when Tough Love Lotto returned in eight weeks time.
‘That’s it, folks, for the first hour of this week’s show,’ Denning heaved a hard working sigh, ‘but hang on to those seats! With just a short commercial break, the next hour brings some surprising highlights of the punishment sessions suffered by our offerings from two months ago- all televised in high res living color and sensi-sound…FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE!!!’
THE END
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31118azti - October 27, 2018, 8:42 am
A good series and great looking guys…thanks!