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An homophobic star wrestler and his holier-than-thou wrestling coach get their just dues in this epic story of revenge by Richard!

Homophobic Bullies Get Theirs – Page 1
by Richard

Brandon Nelson proudly wheeled his red Corvette into his reserved parking spot on the Sunset Vista High School campus. The darkly handsome 18-year-old high school senior relished the many perks he enjoyed as Student Body President and Captain of the wrestling team, and the reserved parking spot was just one of them. The 6′ 2″ Stanford-bound Brandon was from one of the town’s more well-to-do families and he was the proverbial Big Man On Campus (“BMOC”), who was met, as always, (today was no exception) by a bevy of adoring, mostly blonde cheerleaders and snobby girls from the “cool crowd” at school as “cock-of-the-walk” Brandon alighted from his powerful sports car. Brandon’s suntanned, muscular bod was a sight to behold if he did say so himself, his white Izod Lacoste form-fitting polo shirt emphasizing his bronzed, buff physique and aweinspiring rock-hard biceps to the admiring female “in-crowd.”

Brandon did not suffer what he considered to be “fools” gladly (and to him “fools” included all non-white students, the nerds, the “fags and homos,” the “Special Ed retards,” and anyone not considered “cool” enough to be of any importance) and he regularly bullied these “weaklings” and “misfits” which made him feel all the more important and worthy of high praise for having the “balls” to come right out and say what he felt “everyone who was anyone” thought of these “rejects” and “losers” anyway!

Butch stud Brandon had taken to particularly tormenting and bullying fellow 18-year-old senior Nick Howard ever since Brandon happened to have witnessed Nick actually beginning to “make out” with some college dude in the back of a car after (of all things!) one of the high school’s important wrestling meets where Brandon had dominated his opponents with ease! “What the fuck!?” thought Brandon- how could a dude be doing something so repulsive with another dude and so disrespectfully right after Brandon’s wildly successful bout blew the homophobic Brandon’s mind who had rapped on the window of the car the duo were in and yelled “CUT THAT FAG SHIT OUT NOW, YOU FUCKIN’ FAGGOTS- GET A FUCKIN’ MOTEL!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!???? I SHOULDA KNOWN IT WOULD BE YOU- WHAT’S YER FUCKIN’ NAME
AGAIN- OH YEAH-IT’S NICK THE NERD HOWARD- I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKIN’ WEIRD- ALWAYS FILMING THE WRESTLING MATCHES- STARING AT DUDES YA SICK FUCK!!”

Ever since that day Brandon had deliberately hounded and verbally bullied Nick daily and in front of everyone, most of whom seemed to laugh along with Brandon’s taunts and catcalls lest they themselves also become victims of his hateful rants, to the point where Nick was almost suicidal.

Worse, after the first weeks of Brandon’s bullying of Nick, Nick was summoned by Brandon’s wrestling coach MacKesson (“Mac”) aka known as “Big Mac” Baker (who was also-believe it or not) the High School Counselor and “Dean Of Men” for the entire high school, not to condemn Brandon’s actions but rather to set into motion a plan to have Nick removed from the high school and sent to “conversion therapy” to make Nick a “normal human being” instead of one with “perverse unnatural homosexual desires.” The 6′ 5″ towering hunk of muscle Baker had summoned Nick after the close of school for the day, so at least Nick felt he was safe from any further bullying from Brandon at least for that day, anyway. From framed photos on his desk it appeared that Mac was further the father of 5 handsome, athletic kids as if to emphasize his own unassailably “normal” heterosexuality.

The 6′ 5″ Coach Baker insisted that his wrestlers (and everyone else for that matter!) refer to him as “Big Mac” Baker and regularly regaled his athletes (and anyone who came into contact with him as coach or as Dean Of Men) with unapologetically boastful tales of his rigorous physical regimen that accounted for his awesomely towering musculature and how that they, too, might just perhaps at least aspire to having such an equally awesome body as he had, but his towering presence and egotistical attitude always seemed to smugly and annoyingly imply that such muscular “perfection” and towering height was something of a “pipe dream” for others, and that no one other than himself could ever fully attain such bodily perfection, Baker generally “icing the cake” on his egotistical self-admiration with muscular poses either in his gym uniform or in his suit-and-tie in the full-length mirrors he insisted on having in both his gym office and his administrative office.

“Big Mac” Baker in his uptight “Dean Of Men/High School Counselor” mode was particularly known for his conservative business suit-and-tie attire, but Nick had to admit that he found Dean of Men Baker (a smarmy Mormon Church Mission President to boot-no wonder he was so uptight and rigid!) more than a little “hot” when Nick had been able to sneak peeks of wrestling practice wherein Coach Baker himself was no longer in his accustomed conservative suit-and-tie mode, but rather wearing a form-fitting wrestling coach singlet that established that 30-year-old Mac Baker was indeed one suntanned muscular stud himself.

Nick had particularly enjoyed seeing Coach Baker, whose manly, close-cropped dirty-blond-hair and more Nordic-type features and fit if somewhat older body was a nice contrast to the younger, more boyish Brandon Nelson’s darkly handsome features, as the studly duo practiced wrestling moves, Mac Baker sparring with his star wrestler Brandon on the wrestling mat, the two muscular stud’s muscles entwined and getting into the most interesting positions, often with their respective sweaty crotches or tight asses very nearly in each other’s faces as they grunted and strained for dominance on the mat. Nick particularly liked it when the duo wore lighter-colored singlets so that when they bent over in all the wild positions one could clearly see the outline of their jockstrap straps as they hugged the outline of their tight asses under their form-fitting singlets.

Nick’s brief reverie recalling visions of the Brandon/Coach Mac Baker wrestling duo as Coach “Big Mac” Baker droned on about “declining morals” and “degenerates” in his pristine office was unfortunately interrupted when Nick realized that the prim, judgmental, suit-and-tie clad Baker had just firmly instructed Nick to promise to have his parents contact Baker about transferring Nick to the “conversion camp,” Baker piously intoning that “you must see that I simply cannot have, er, persons of your, er ‘ilk’ in my school….it is a distraction from the normal course of behavior and cannot be tolerated- many of our fine young men are impressionable, and they could be encouraged by- er- your kind- to fall off the straight and narrow path that God created for them- and we simply cannot have that!”

As a dejected and depressed Nick walked down the hall outside the “Dean Of Men’s” office, the not-all-that much older-than the-students school custodian, Enrique, who was much beloved by most all of the students, gestured for Nick to come over and speak to him in a remote area off the main hallway. To Nick’s surprise and relief, Enrique informed Nick that he had witnessed Brandon’s crazed bullying of him on several occasions lately and told Nick that Nick needed to stand up to the bully, that it was the only way to put him in his place. Even better, Enrique promised to help Nick settle the score with Brandon, Enrique informing Nick that he was fed up himself with the way Brandon was always making snide racist remarks to Enrique, and that both Brandon and Coach Baker were forever ordering Enrique to “keep the place ‘Spic n’ Span’- ya Spic!!” after the wrestling matches, reminding and ordering “the Spic” to be sure to launder all of the team’s singlets and jocks which was also part of his job and howling with laughter at their perceived superiority and “cleverness” at their racist remarks and unnecessary degradation of a person just trying to do his job.

The 25-year-old Enrique further quietly let Nick know that he was gay, too, and not to let Brandon or Baker get away with their homophobic bullshit. Enrique also let Nick know that part of his job involved cleaning the locker room areas and laundering the wrestling team’s singlets and jocks (the latter being conveniently individually marked in permanent black ink with the team members’ names), Enrique offering to get Brandon’s sweaty jock and singlet for Nick’s amusement in the future and replacing them with duplicates so Nick could have them as trophies.

This was a real turn-on for Nick who knew that there was no way in hell that gay Nick would ever likely get that close to the Greek God Brandon’s BMOC’s privates any other way, and that if homophobe Brandon had any idea that Nick had possession of those intimate garments he would go ballistic with rage, all causing Nick’s dick to twitch in his jeans at the thought.

This not only made Nick feel better about himself, but since Nick had had no idea the “butch-seeming” Enrique was gay (Nick still caught up with society-imposed notions of “gayness”), he previously had not allowed himself to fantasize about him, but Nick realized that he had in fact “checked him out” before, and the 6 foot muscular young Latino dude was indeed a “hottie” himself.

In fact, Enrique was able to get Brandon’s sweaty jock and singlet [totally unbeknownst to a clueless Brandon] for Nick’s enjoyment a few days later which Nick made good use of as he jerked off to their intoxicating scent right down to the stray pubies which had been caught in them as well, as Nick fantasized of what he and Enrique had planned for hotshot Brandon in the very near future!

Equally as hot, Enrique had managed to purloin a pair of Coach Baker’s own sweaty singlet and jock (and replace same with duplicates) for Nick’s further enjoyment , again with the uptight homophobe having no idea a gay guy was getting off on his studly scents- the fact that these stolen undies were from an asshole who wanted to send Nick to a fucking “conversion camp” making them even all the hotter for Nick!

Playing perfectly into Enrique’s and Nick’s plans, since Enrique had full daily access, keys, etc. to pretty much the entire school, this included access to both Coach Baker’s gym office (as well as his counseling office) as well as the entire locker room and wrestling ring area of the school, was the fact that Enrique had secretly installed multiple hidden cameras in all of these areas, so not only did Enrique and Nick enjoy watching the “off-limits-to-other-students” views of the entire hotshot elite wrestling team stripping down and showering, engaging in naked horseplay, etc. but also video of Coach Baker himself stripping down and showering separately (unfortunately the cams never captured much more than brief flashes of his ass) in what he assumed to be his ultra-private locked gym office and private showering area, all caught on cam.

Even better, Enrique had captured fantastic blackmail video of “Dean Of Men/High School Counselor” pious Mormon Mission President Mac Baker as he summoned Blanca Torres, a fresh-out-of-teacher-college teacher hired to teach high school courses on a probation-type basis by the school district. Caught on cam was reptilian Baker (throwing his supposedly impeccable morals to the wind!) who falsely claimed that he, as a senior administrator, had the power to ensure that she was hired full-time if she “played along,” which resulted in Blanca complying with his sexual demands on cam right on the school district property in Coach Baker’s own school-district property gym office. Enrique and Nick enjoyed seeing the hypocrite holier-than-thou Baker naked in the videos even though somehow the coach managed to have lucked out as to where the deeds took place, the camera angles only catching good shots of the coach’s bare ass as he forced a blindfolded Blanca to “service” him without catching any clear footage of the coach’s manhood. They were otherwise disgusted when they heard from the audio portion of the tapes wherein Blanca managed to verbally document the fact that Coach Baker had forced Blanca to comply with many sexual demands that his uptight Mormon wife refused to perform including blowjobs, rimjobs, and her being sodomized by the forcefully demanding Baker, although only one rimjob actually was documented on the videos of a blindfolded Blanca being forced to “toss the coach’s salad.” The tape further established that Coach Baker had forced Blanca to yell “OH YOUR COCK IS SOOOOO BIGGGG, SENOR!!!” while the video showed his ass forcefully pistoning into her.

Enrique had only recently discovered the “Blanca” tapes and was determined to put her out of her misery. Baker’s abuse abruptly stopped and Baker was scared shitless and totally (if falsely) contrite lest his wife or the school district learn of his blatant sexual harassment and assault of a teacher trainee and on school grounds and on his work time to boot, when Enrique confronted him with excerpts of what he had on Baker.

Enrique used the tapes to blackmail Coach Baker into “throwing BMOC Brandon Nelson under the bus” to save his own despicable ass, Baker agreeing to “play along” with Enrique’s plan (and Nick’s plan once Enrique shared his plan for the duo’s first act of retribution against the deserving homophobe/bully Brandon Nelson). Dean Of Men/High School Counselor and pious Mormon Mission President Mac Baker was further disgusted and outraged by the fact that the lowly “Spic custodian” (of all people- the lowest of the low in Mac’s opinion!) had somehow outsmarted!? him and now (figuratively speaking of course!) had him (virtually!) by his manly, multiple-kid-producing Mormon balls! Whoever would have imagined such a thing was possible to have been conceived by such a low-life “beaner”!!!

Enrique’s blackmail of Coach Baker over the “Blanca” tapes including getting the Coach to agree to arrange a wrestling match between the studly BMOC Brandon and none-other-than Enrique himself, Enrique having been captain of his own high school wrestling team and an excellent wrestler. Enrique still had his old high school wrestling singlets from his “wrong-side-of the tracks” high school which still fit him perfectly since Enrique continued daily gym workouts at a lowcost gym nearby.

Enrique was able to “bait” a clueless Brandon after Brandon had made too many of his “Spic” and “beaner” comments to Enrique, Enrique announcing to Brandon that he was an “ex-wrestler” himself and did Brandon have “the balls” to wrestle Enrique or was he too “chicken”?

An outraged Brandon took the “bait” immediately [rather like his clueless hero, President Trump], no challenge to his strength, manhood or courage going unnoticed or unaddressed, Brandon even going so far as to challenge Enrique, Brandon making the egotistical boast that the brawny teenager “could fuckin’ wrestle the fuckin’ pants off you, you fuckin’ dumb Spic from some ‘shithole country’ President Trump detests, and even with my hands tied behind my back!” which was exactly the sort of thing Enrique wanted Brandon to say, Enrique further musing that, if anything, it was President Trump’s big mouth that was the world’s biggest “shithole”!

To Brandon’s shock (Brandon assuming the “dumb Spic” would not have the balls to rise to the challenge which was more theoretical than actual- with his hands tied behind his back? That could make things tricky…) Enrique rose to the challenge and then some going “OK it’s a deal- we’re gonna wrestle each other with our hands tied behind our backs to even the score- and we’ll get Coach Baker to monitor/referee the bout- Deal?”

A flabbergasted Brandon, not wanting to appear weak or concerned, found himself going “DEAL!! IT’S YOUR FUNERAL , YOU DUMB BEANER HAS BEEN!!! PREPARE YOURSELF FOR TOTAL HUMILIATION!!”

A date and time was set for a few days later. Meanwhile, Brandon attempted to try to have Coach Baker intervene and modify the bout to eliminate the “hands tied behind their backs” part but Coach Baker piously informed Brandon “No, a deal is a deal- it would be inappropriate to change the terms of an agreement…” Brandon just chalking this up to Coach Baker’s Mormon morality stuff, and shrugging his broad suntanned shoulders at this setback. Brandon, as the studly team captain and favorite of Coach Baker’s, had usually been able to convince his coach to assent to his suggestions, so this was an unusual turn of events in Brandon’s view, but he was the Coach, soooo- wrists tied behind their backs it was- and to think Brandon himself had foolishly proposed such a crazy thing!

Days later the after-hours evening bout was about to begin- the event actually was to take place in the gym’s boxing ring lined with wrestling mats to the edges of the boxing ring’s ropes, because the bulk of the walls of workout area and wrestling mat area in the usual wrestling mat area in the next room of the gym was being painted with ladders, paint cans, etc. filling the floor space.

Coach Baker had decreed that the bout was to be private, Baker telling Brandon it was for the best because the school district might disapprove of a public bout for insurance reasons, and, although it would be tempting for Brandon to “cream” Enrique in front of Brandon’s legion of fans, that Coach Baker was going to have the entire bout filmed for posterity and bragging rights, so not all would be lost by keeping the bout private.

The bout got underway when Coach Baker in his gym shorts, tee shirt and whistle on a chain mode, blew said whistle whereupon first Enrique entered from one side of the arena in his old high school wrestling singlet and Brandon energetically entered in his own captain’s singlet a smug “piece-of-cake” attitude on his face as he jumped into the boxing ring lined with wrestling mats and literally struck a pose, flexing and making his magnificent suntanned biceps wriggle under his suntanned skin, the depths of his jet-black-haired armpits on view as well.

Brandon “unstruck” his powerful pose, however, when he noticed that instead of just Coach Baker sitting in the viewing area that none other than “Nick The Faggot Nerd Howard” was also sitting next to Coach Baker and filming everything with one of Nick’s father’s expensive HD cameras!

“HEY, COACH!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FAGGOT NICK DOING HERE??? THAT GUY’S A FUCKIN’ FAG!!!! WHY’DJA LET THAT ASSHOLE IN HERE????” fumed Brandon.

“Because his father’s camera is first-rate, Brandon, the better to catch every detail of the bout which you will surely win! We want to have the best evidence of your wrestling prowess, now don’t we, Brandon?” was Coach Baker’s response.

“WELL YEAH, OK, THE BOUT NEEDS TO BE RECORDED, BUT, SERIOUSLY- I MEAN LETTIN’ A FAGGOT FILM IT???!!!” went on Brandon.

Coach Baker replied “It has to be, Brandon- and that’s that!” as his final edict which Brandon grudgingly accepted.

Coach Baker then entered the boxing ring/wrestling arena himself and set about tying both Enrique’s and then Brandon’s wrists behind their respective backs.

A further whistle blow by Coach Baker, and the bout was on!

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by Richard

Given that their arms were tied behind their backs the two opponents had to rely on their substantial leg and thigh power as they thrashed around essentially beginning to attempt awkward “holds” with their legs and thighs, their awkward positions and grunting attempts causing them to rise up on their haunches with legs spread wide and/or fall back on top of each other front-to-front as they wrestled, while each clearly struggled to try to somehow free their wrists which remained bound behind their backs until one of them could get free and gain an advantage.

To Nick’s amusement, he suddenly noticed as he continued to film that Enrique had succeeded in doing what Enrique had intended, namely Enrique had used his master key to get into Brandon’s locker where he was able to cut a tiny hole in the asscheek area of Brandon’s proud captain’s singlet so that a tiny hole was evident on the left asscheek of Brandon’s tight singlet, a tiny, nearly unnoticeable round circle of Brandon’s untanned alabaster white asscheek flesh exposed (in contrast to the deep suntan that existed on the rest of the stud’s muscular bod) as he bent over and flexed trying to gain an advantage over the surprisingly powerful and adept Enrique.

Unbeknownst to Brandon, part of Enrique’s blackmail of Coach Baker to not let his wife or the school district know about his unfaithfulness to his wife and sexual exploitation of the female teacher trainee included an arrangement that Coach Baker would fake taking a cell phone call as the bout began and leaving the arena premises to continue the call.

In accordance with this agreement, Coach Baker did just that, mouthing to a shocked Brandon that “I’ve got to take this call- school district business! Be back as soon as I can!” whereupon Coach Baker left the premises as arranged.

This was the “cue” for Enrique to miraculously free his own wrists from the rope bondage, tossing the rope aside (Coach Baker having deliberately tied Enrique’s wrists much less tightly than Brandon’s which were extremely tightly tied as per the agreement with Enrique to keep the blackmail material secret), whereupon Enrique suddenly used one strong finger to reach down to make contact with the tiny hole in Brandon’s tight singlet as Brandon struggled wildly in his bondage and cursed the fact that Enrique had somehow managed to break his own wrists free.

As Nick continued to film, the arena echoed with a loud “RRRRRRRRIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!” sound as Enrique succeed in tearing a huge hole in the rear of Brandon’s singlet as Brandon squealed in shock and abject humiliation as he felt his magnificent bare alabaster white bubble butt being suddenly exposed to the cool air, only the “frame” of Brandon’s jockstrap covering his bare behind, his darkly hairy asscrack and, as Enrique easily maneuvered his victim’s hairy muscular legs in the air, his tiny, hair-haloed butch asshole totally exposed, the bully’s sweaty, pink rosebud on display for the entire world to see!!

Worse, Enrique, now that his wrists had been freed, was able to maneuver Brandon into a series of humiliating poses, Enrique shoving the crotch area of Enrique’s singlet into Brandon’s shocked, out raged face followed by the sweaty asscrack area of Enrique’s singlet over Brandon’s gurgling mouth.

Brandon tried his best to yell for Coach Baker to return to put a stop to this outrage (the fuckin’ Spic must have cheated!!!) going “HELPPPPP COACH!!!!! GET BACK IN HERE!!!! THIS SPIC TORE MY SINGLET!!!! HELPPPPPPP!!!!!” which all fell on deaf ears as pre-arranged by Enrique.

Further shock dawned on Brandon when he became aware (COULD the “Spic” be doing it deliberately??) that Enrique seemed to be maneuvering his body and that of Brandon’s so that their jock-strapped and singlet-covered crotches were now rubbing together and Brandon’s grunting efforts to free himself from these holds only served to rub his crotch even harder against that of Enrique’s own giant bulge, the result being that Brandon could feel his trapped cock uncurling and pulsing with blood- Brandon was beginning to throw a boner in his singlet!!!

Brandon’s horror only increased when (either by accident or more likely by the “Spic’s” devious handiwork) Brandon’s hard plastic jock “cup” had become dislodged and Enrique had humiliatingly shoved it into Brandon’s horrified face before tossing it a ways across the boxing ring/wrestling arena!

Now Brandon was only too well aware that both his own and Enrique’s cocks had grown to full erection as they struggled against each other (Enrique having deliberately not worn a “cup” himself) and due to the thin material and tight-fitting singlets each of their total arousal was evident for the camera as their full-fledged boners were clearly outlined by their tight singlets, the cut head of Brandon’s “pussy tamer” and the uncut head of Enrique’s cock totally evident as they grappled together, Brandon shocked and filled with shame- there were no chicks around and Brandon had a raging boner covered only by the thin clinging material of the remains of his proud captain’s singlet!!!

Just when Brandon thought things could not get any worse, Enrique easily managed to suddenly bodily grab the straps of Brandon’s tight singlet that held the garment up over his broad, suntanned shoulders, and suddenly yank it down his body, exposing first Brandon’s heaving slightly hairy suntanned chest, just the right amount of body hair fanning out over the broad, suntanned planes of Brandon’s chest before narrowing into a “happy trail” that divided his rock-hard six-pack abs before disappearing into the sweaty pouch of Brandon’s jockstrap. Enrique then yanked the rest of the ruined singlet down Brandon’s massive and hairy muscular suntanned thighs where it effectively tangled with wrestling shoes and socks to more or less bind his ankles and restrict his movement even more, especially with his wrists still tied behind his back!

Before Brandon could take in the full horror of this latest outrage, Brandon was mortified when Enrique suddenly then literally tore off Brandon’s packed jockstrap and shoved its crotch into Brandon’s horrified face for a moment or two before tossing it a ways across the arena to join Brandon’s jock “cup.”

Now Brandon’s rock-hard boner was jutting out helplessly at full mast from his nest of dark manly pubes, his hairy nuts dangling vulnerably unprotected below as they swung with his movements, Brandon now balls-ass naked in the brightly lit boxing ring/arena, all avidly caught by Nick’s whirring camera.

Then, while Brandon struggled wildly to free himself, a still fully singlet-clothed Enrique got behind the naked Brandon and began to jerk Brandon’s cock as Brandon alternately cursed and moaned as Enrique expertly played with the bound stud’s traitorous manhood his pecker fully aroused on cam with one hand while he tweaked Brandon’s erect nips with the other, then tickled and teased and played with his manly balls.

Predictably this led to Brandon screaming at the top of his lungs: YO, COACH!!! THIS FUCKIN’ SPIC IS A FUCKIN’ FAG!!! HELPPPPPPPPP!!!! AIEEEEEEEE!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!! HE’S FEELIN’ ME UP LIKE HIS GODDAMNED BITCH!!!!! HELPPPPPPP!!!! GET BACK IN HERE NOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!”

Enrique further amused himself by spanking Brandon’s bare, bad-boy ass with his open-palmed hands, deservedly leaving bright red handprints on each of bully Brandon’s flawless alabaster asscheeks as Brandon howled in pain and outrage while his boner unaccountably grew even bigger.

Then to Brandon’s complete mortification Enrique began to jerk Brandon’s badboy cock even harder as Brandon protested wildly only for Enrique to suddenly jab one finger right up Brandon’s sweaty, hair-haloed virgin asshole, the sudden and never-before-felt stimulation of the bully’s prostate driving Brandon embarrassingly over the edge, Enrique expertly milking bolt after bolt of highlypressurized cum out of Brandon’s helpless body, Brandon’s red-hot baby makers exploding in white arcs up in the air and then splattering loudly onto the wrestling mats where they dripped in a slimy mess all over the place all caught on cam as the bully was shamefully forced to publicly spill his man-seed, Brandon’s face beet red with shame and embarrassment.

Before the trussed Brandon could recover from his exhausting yet humiliatingly forced powerful (and embarrassingly public!) orgasm, Enrique first dragged Brandon along the wrestling mats and forced him to lick up his own slimy, cooling cum off of the wrestling mats before then untying the rope around exhausted Brandon’s wrists and using that rope as well as the rope Enrique had freed himself from, to tie both of Brandon’s wrists to one of the top ropes of the boxing ring so that his body hung down from it, his hairy pits totally exposed and vulnerable, his still rigid cock jutting out from his humiliated body down below.

Enrique then freed his own rampant cock from the crotch of his own singlet and stood up on the lower rope of the boxing ring and slapped Brandon’s outraged face with it, forcing Brandon to suck on his cock and balls by repeated threats to knee Brandon right in his crown jewels if he did not comply. Enrique further amused himself by reaching up to tickle Brandon’s exposed, vulnerable pits, Brandon’s body reacting as if shocked by a cattle prod, establishing the fact that the bad-boy bully was indeed hyper-ticklish as Brandon squealed and shrieked girlish highpitched sounds as he futilely attempted to avoid Enrique’s scrabbling fingers in his hairy, sweaty pits.

This brought Enrique to his own climax, Enrique blasting load after load of pentup Latino cum all over Brandon’s outraged face, into his mouth and over his heaving, hairy chest, all caught on cam.

Brandon’s cock still remained hard, and twitching as his own cum continued to drip out of his traitorous prick.

Enrique then left an exhausted naked Brandon, still tied bareass to the ropes of the boxing ring, loosened his wrist bindings a little and left him there to free himself and slink away in shame all having been filmed for further blackmail by Nick!

Brandon eventually did free himself and slink away to the showers in shame. The big bully kept the truth from Coach Baker, Brandon too ashamed to tell the truth about what had happened.

Much to Nick’s relief, Brandon then backed off bullying Nick any longer lest he and Enrique release the humiliating film of his literal cum-uppance to social media for the entire world (not to mention his cheerleader “groupies”) to see as the “price” he had to pay for the cover-up, Brandon duped into mistakenly thinking that so long as he quit bullying Nick and paid him a few thousand dollars from the college fund Brandon’s parents had saved for him, nerdy Nick would hand over the incriminating film when the seniors’ final semester ended in a month or two
Brandon relying on the “dumb fag’s” (words thought but not uttered for a change) promise that there were no other copies in existence.

Meanwhile, Enrique and Nick cooked up another plan to “get” Brandon once again before the egotistical stud left for Stanford at the end of the school term.

When Enrique again threatened Coach Baker with the incriminating “Blanca” tapes, the reptilian two-faced hypocrite Coach Baker was again only too willing to once again “throw Brandon Nelson under the bus” by arranging another scenario that would lead to the bully’s further comeuppance and humiliation.

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Enrique’s older, married cousin, Santiago, 35, ran a cleaning business and one of his clients, Dr. Masterson , was on a 2-week vacation but Santiago’s cleaning crew was expected to nonetheless clean the premises on a weekly basis while the doctor was gone. While Santiago did not have access to any of the areas where medications, etc. were kept, the rest of the entire premises were accessible to him.

Santiago owed Enrique a favor for helping him with mortgage payments when Santiago’s business was just starting a few years back, so Santiago agreed to help Enrique. In fact, when Enrique had filled Santiago in on what assholes both Brandon and Coach Baker were, Santiago agreed to pose as a doctor himself rather than Enrique or Nick doing so, since Brandon would not recognize Santiago.

Enrique therefore had Coach “Big Mac” Baker himself make up a supposed letter from the school district on school district letterhead stationery Coach Baker had access to for school business matters, supposedly informing Coach Baker that the entire wrestling team needed to have a complete medical check-up for insurance reasons prompted by a supposed wrongful death lawsuit brought against the district when a football player collapsed and died during practice, lest any wrestler have any undiagnosed illnesses. The letter listed the names of all the wrestlers with bogus appointment dates and times for each, Brandon’s name being first on the list with a check-up time set for 2 days later.

Coach Baker showed Brandon the letter and despite Brandon’s protests that “I’m fuckin’ healthy as a horse!!” he informed Brandon that Brandon had to comply with the exam or he would be off the team and unable to compete in the upcoming meet that Brandon was determined to dominate, secretly wanting to again prove himself after the humiliating defeat by that gloating “faggot” Enrique who clearly must have cheated to get one up on the wily Brandon, or so Brandon told himself.

Therefore, a few days later, Brandon, accompanied by Coach Baker as instructed by Enrique, found themselves in the waiting room of the medical office. Enrique and Coach Baker had earlier shared a conspiratorial laugh that Coach Baker’s appearance was just for “moral support” of the hapless Brandon whom Coach Baker was only too willing to sacrifice to save his own holier-than-thou ass.

“Dr. Santiago” emerged wearing the “real” doctor’s white lab coat over light grey slacks, a white dress shirt and dark necktie and welcomed them to his offices, looking every inch of his 6′ 2″ frame as an esteemed member of the medical profession, his prematurely-gray sideburns, dark wavy hair and briskly-efficient manner lending him an aura of vast medical experience and competence. His 6’2″ height and olive-skinned, gym-toned body underneath his medical uniform further exuded confidence and a powerful and unquestionable virility.

“Dr. Santiago” led the duo into a brightly-lit medical examination room dominated by what appeared to be two medical exam tables apparently now covered in shrouds near a medical privacy screen on wheels.

To Brandon’s shock, after the briefest of small talk about how the school district required the exam in order for Brandon to continue to wrestle, “Dr. Santiago” briskly instructed Brandon to “Please proceed behind the privacy screen and disrobe completely, placing each item of clothing one-by-one onto the top of the privacy screen as you disrobe, waiting each time as you do so until instructed to remove the next item of clothing”

Brandon replied “WHAT!!?? I thought this was just a take your blood pressure and draw blood kind of thing- what kind of exam IS this?” protested Brandon, not having expected to have to literally drop his drawers in front of this fully-clothed somewhat intimidating God Of Medicine.

“This shall be a COMPLETE examination, young man, and will take a good deal of time. So don’t dilly-dally- let’s get on with it!” replied “Dr. Santiago”.

Taken aback by the bossiness of the arrogant doctor, and after Coach Baker had said “Now now Brandon, don’t be difficult! The school district requires it so you must comply- no reason to be shy- we are all men here!” Brandon had no choice but to sheepishly proceed behind the privacy screen where he removed his white Izod Lacoste polo shirt, and laid it over the top of the privacy screen as instructed.

“Dr. Santiago” stood waiting with a clipboard upon which he made a first check mark as Brandon relieved himself of his first item of clothing. “Thank you, young man. Now cease disrobing while I inspect this item thoroughly and do not proceed further until instructed by me.”

“Hmmm one Izod Lacoste white polo shirt…” mused “Dr. Santiago” as he carefully examined the expensive garment, turning the short sleeves inside out and sniffing and closely examining its underarm areas stating “Hmmm the underarm portions of this garment are quite damp- do you have any excessive sweating problems, young man?”

“What the!!?? HELL NO, I’M JUST A LITTLE NERVOUS ABOUT ALL THIS IS ALL!!! What the fuck is going on here!!?? Coach, tell this jerk to stop this weird shit of an exam!!” fumed a shirtless, sweaty Brandon from behind the privacy curtain.

” Now Brandon, again please do not be difficult. The district requires this in order for you to wrestle. I guess they have to check everything. I’m afraid you must comply with the entire exam and not question the doctor’s inquiries” replied Coach Baker, not giving a shit since it was only Brandon, and not he, being affected, and, after all, Baker had to comply lest Enrique release the incriminating “Blanca” tapes.

“And I detect some sort of cologne mingled with the scent of male sweat. Identify the brand of cologne for the record” ordered “Dr. Santiago”.

“JEESH- WHAT THE FUCK NOW!!?? OK, OK, I borrowed some of my dad’s Bulgari cologne this morning, Jeesh!!!” replied a fuming Brandon from behind the screen.

“I therefore have determined that your underarm area must be given a complete examination.” stated “Dr. Santiago” as Brandon silently rolled his eyes in disbelief behind the curtain.

“Now please remove the next items of clothing, your jeans and underwear please,” ordered “Dr. Santiago”.

Seething with anger, Brandon shimmied out of his designer blue jeans and wriggled out of his tight, white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and placed each item onto the top of the privacy screen as instructed.

“Dr. Santiago” made another check mark on his clipboard and stated “Hmmm one pair of Levi’s blue jeans, unremarkable- but hmmm this pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs are another story.” As “Dr. Santiago” again briskly and disapprovingly turned this garment inside out he held the boxer briefs up to the light zeroing in on the faintest hint of a slight light brown smudge in the seat of the briefs going “tsk tsk, young man, I detect a distinct trace of what is crudely referred to as a ‘skid mark’ in these briefs! Is this a failure of hygiene or do you have any anal leakage? Diarrhea perhaps? And again, this garment is quite sweaty!! Your anal and groin regions will have to be VERY thoroughly examined!!”

“FOR GOD SAKES!!! NO, THERE’S NO FUCKIN ‘ANAL LEAKAGE’ WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT IS!!! NO FUCKIN’ DIARRHEA!!! IT’S MAYBE ONE LITTLE SMUDGE MY MOM’LL WASH OUT FOR ME!!! THERE’S NO NEED TO ER EXAMINE ME DOWN THERE DOC, PUHLEEZE!!!” begged a horrified and red-faced-with-embarrassment Brandon about his slight skid mark being literally and humiliatingly aired and graphically documented for third parties to witness!! The fact that Brandon now stood totally bare-assed behind the privacy screen save for his shoes and socks only added to his discomfort and shame.

“I WILL BE THE JUDGE OF THAT, YOUNG MAN!” replied “Dr. Santiago”.

Such exams are CLEARLY indicated by this evidence! As will be a VERY THOROUGH cleansing of your anal region!” met by abject moans of despair from behind the screen. Brandon did not like the sound of any of this!

“Now your shoes and socks!”: ordered “Dr. Santiago”.

Brandon again sheepishly complied, handing his shoes and socks over the privacy screen to “Dr. Santiago”.

“Dr. Santiago” made another check mark on his clipboard announcing that Brandon’s socks were also “quite sweaty” “warranting a thorough examination of your feet as well!” “Dr. Santiago” idly playing with a Wartenburg Wheel/sensitivity pinwheel medical device as he said so, unseen by Brandon who stood balls-ass naked behind the screen.

With that, “Dr. Santiago” then suddenly whisked the privacy screen on wheels way over to the other wall suddenly exposing the totally bareassed Brandon, who shrieked in horror and immediately cupped his privates from view feeling all the more naked in front of the 2 fully-clothed men.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!?? DON’T YOU USE ANY OF THOSE PAPER SMOCK THINGS? I’M TOTALLY BAREASS!!!” protested Brandon.

“Now, now, Brandon, don’t be shy! We’re all men here! Nothing we haven’t seen before!” joked Coach Baker (“easy for him to say, fully clothed”) thought Brandon.

“Yes, young man, no reason to be ashamed.” stated “Dr. Santiago”. “From the glimpse I got I would say as an experienced physician that your male genitalia is not only intact but on the, er, well-endowed side. Now place your hands on your head this instant so that this can be confirmed!”

Sheepishly, Brandon did as instructed and took a few steps more into the room, hands on his head, his hairy, now dripping pits totally exposed, his cock balls and pubic bush on full display as well.

“Dr. Santiago” approached Brandon, ominously snapping on a pair of rubber surgical gloves the distinguished-looking doctor surprisingly grabbing Brandon right by the balls going “hmmm these testicles seem to be in fine order… when is the last time you ejaculated?”

“What the fuck!!??” falsetto-squeaked a shocked Brandon- what a question! as the doctor kept up his massaging of his hairy nads as if weighing his crown jewels for clues to the answer.

“Er, it’s been like 4 days doc…” Brandon managed to squeak and stammer out, as “Dr. Santiago’s” other surgical-gloved hand began “examining/massaging” Brandon’s large cock, the combination of ball tickling, weighing, and cock massaging resulting in Brandon feeling an embarrassing surge of unwanted sexual response, his pecker beginning to noticeably enlarge and pulse, the beginning of an erection.

“Aha, yes, good, your reproductive organs seem to be in order- very normal reactions although perhaps a bit exaggerated considering they are being examined by another man… do you have any homosexual urges, young man?” queried “Dr. Santiago,” sharply.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!??? NO WAY NO HOW, DOC!!! I’M LIKE 1000% STRAIGHT I SWEAR JUST ASK COACH BAKER WE BOTH HATE FAGS DON’T WE, COACH?” protested a humiliated Brandon.

“We sure do, doc! Unnatural deviants are what they are! Luckily the conversion camps exist so they can all be cured!” chimed in Coach Baker.

“Hmm well Brandon’s reaction is a bit out of the norm- it bears watching in further examinations to come…” replied “Dr. Santiago”.

“Speaking of ‘further examinations, Coach “Big Mac” Baker, the school district specifically has requested that all coaching personnel of the district also be examined for the same insurance reasons…. now may be a good time for your own examination to begin, eh?” went on “Dr. Santiago” to Coach Baker’s horror.

“But, er ‘doctor’ (this last word said with an edge indicating that Coach Baker knew full well that this “Dr. Santiago” was not in fact a doctor at all!) I believe you are mistaken. I saw [created! thought Baker] the subject letter from the district and it says no such thing! There will be no such examination of me! That’s it!” protested Coach Baker, outraged at the turn of events.

“Ah, but I am afraid that it is YOU who are mistaken, Coach/Dean Baker. The school district administrators who set up these appointments, er Mr. E and Mr. N [Baker flinching a bit as he realized “Dr. Santiago” was referring to Enrique and Nick] mentioned that the ‘Blanca matter’ also required your medical examination and that if it failed to take place they would be required to take the other actions they discussed with you. Does that, er, refresh your recollection?”

The mention of the “Blanca matter” made Coach Baker turn deathly white for a moment as he visibly shuddered. Defeated, Coach Baker reluctantly said “er, yes now I DO remember ‘doctor’ it looks like I shall be er, examined as well- perhaps at a later date?” replied Coach Baker, hopefully.

“No need to wait. In fact, Coach Baker, please disrobe completely right there where you stand and we can make this a dual examination, eh?” ordered “Dr. Santiago” to Coach Baker’s horror.

“Well, if you insist, ‘doctor’ !” replied Coach Baker, again his pronunciation of the word making clear that he knew full well that “Dr. Santiago” was no doctor at all, in an effort to assert his accustomed authority as a coach and “Dean Of Men” of the high school. “Er, surely you mean for my ‘examination’ to take place in a separate examination room, once Brandon’s has been completed?” queried Coach Baker, not keen on the idea of dropping his drawers in front of Brandon, since as coach and school administrator the coach always only disrobed and showered in private as befitting his station. Further, as a devout Mormon, he was not accustomed to fully disrobing in front of anyone, having gone so far as to require Blanca to be blindfolded when she was forced to perform sexual acts with him, and only disrobing at home with the lights out before performing the nightly “seed-bearer” performance for procreation purposes with his uptight Mormon baby-machine wife.

“No, Coach Baker- it will be far more efficient to conduct a dual examination” intoned “Dr. Santiago” “and there are 2 examination tables side-by-side in this examination room- perfect for a dual exam….”

“Dr. Santiago” further went on “Brandon, kindly remain standing there with your arms folded behind your head as Coach Baker prepares himself for your dual examinations…hmm it seems that your erection has not gone down, Brandon…very curious- that will require further investigation!” Brandon realizing to his horror that his boner had only subsided a bit- the whole experience of being naked while the coach and the doctor remained clothed only made him feel more humiliated, yet his 4-days-since-last-cumming boner had a mind of its own as he stood completely naked and exposed, his sweaty pit hairs being blown by the air conditioning vent overhead as he was obliged to remain standing bareass with his arms folded behind his head as instructed, all somehow combining to emphasize just how naked and vulnerable the hotshot wrestler was, Brandon surreptitiously eyeing with longing his now discarded clothing lying nearby where “Dr. Santiago” had put them (inside out!) on display, Brandon wishing that the discarded items would somehow miraculously fly over to cover his nakedness once more.

“Please proceed, Coach “Big Mac” Baker, we haven’t got all day!” went on “Dr. Santiago” impatiently gesturing to his authority-giving clipboard for emphasis, with his pen raised for further important check-offs, “Dr. Santiago” finding he had begun to relish his assumed role of an arrogant, demanding ‘doctor’ , his own cock surprisingly twitching a little bit in his own suit pants under his white lab coat, in anticipation of what was to come, relishing his victims’ humiliation and the power he had over them, the sheer power threatening to give the straight, married, hunky “Dr. Santiago” a boner himself at the 2 bullies getting some comeuppance. It wasn’t his fault his wife had been out of town for a week- thank God she was returning soon or “Dr. Santiago” might have to resort to “self abuse” as they called it back in his Catholic school days.

Left with no options, Coach “Big Mac” Baker was obliged to begin removing his silk tie and begin unbuttoning his dress shirt button-by-button, with more and more of a suntanned, hairy chest being revealed little by little until he was forced to remove it altogether and hand it to “Dr. Santiago” who made another notation on his omnipresent clipboard stating “one Brooks Brothers dress shirt and silk rep tiehmmm once again we note that the underarm areas are unduly moist- Coach Baker kindly raise your arms over your head for inspection…”

A shocked Coach Baker, left with no options, did so, raising his suntanned muscular arms to reveal the sweaty depths of his hairy, dirty-blond-haired armpits, “Dr. Santiago” going across to where Coach Baker stood and reaching out with the same rubber gloves “Dr. Santiago” had briefly “examined” young Brandon’s privates with, the fingers of his rubber-gloved-hands scrabbling around in the sweaty pit hairs under both of the coach’s muscular arms causing Coach Baker to jump and shriek in ticklish horror, only for “Dr. Santiago” to withdraw his fingers and sniff and examine the now wet surface of the rubber gloves going “Aha! another case of excessive sweating! You shall both have to have that problem thoroughly examined when we begin the thorough examination process!”

“Dr. Santiago” then stepped back and stated to Coach Baker “now your suit pants and undershorts!”

Coach Baker, faced with the exposure of the “Blanca tapes” should he refuse, was then obliged to unfasten his suit belt buckle and then unhitch and unzip his suit pants.

Before removing his suit pants, Coach Baker stated “While I will remove my suit pants now, I will be unable to go any further based on my Mormon faith. I am wearing my temple under garments which are considered sacred and not suitable for public display. We believe this undergarment ‘strengthens the wearer to resist temptation, fend off evil influences, and stand firmly for the right’ . While I will wear a jockstrap for wrestling practice and coaching duties I only get into or out of jockstraps by removing or donning my sacred garments in order to do so in the privacy of my private office since they are sacred and not for public display. Therefore, that sacred temple garment must remain.”

Blushing deeply, Coach Baker removed his suit pants and handed them to “Dr. Santiago” leaving him clad only in his chaste, baggy white Mormon sacred undershorts from waist to just above the knee.

“Stuff and nonsense!” fumed the arrogant “Dr. Santiago”. “Either you will remove those ridiculous undershorts so that a thorough exam may be made or I will have to again remind you that the school district administrators who set up these appointments, er Mr. E and Mr. N [Baker again flinching a bit as he realized “Dr. Santiago” was referring to Enrique and Nick] mentioned that the ‘Blanca matter’ also required your medical examination and that if it failed to take place they would be required to take the other actions they discussed with you. Does that, er, refresh your recollection?”

“Er-um, well yes that DOES remind me of that, er, problem. But Mormons simply do NOT disrobe in front of anyone, let alone non-Mormons and non-family members!!” pleaded Coach “Big Mac” Baker, again blushing deeply and sweating even more profusely. Even Brandon thought this was a bit over the top- Coach Baker had no qualms about Brandon dropping his own drawers- what was the big deal- why was the coach so scared to drop his ridiculous Mormon underwear?

“Your choice, coach. I’ll phone Mr. “E” and Mr. “N” right now so the Blanca matter may be dealt with immediately…..” warned “Dr. Santiago”.

Left with no choice, Coach “Big Mac” Baker said “NO!!! DON’T DO THAT!!! OK….” as he sheepishly lowered his Mormon undergarment to the top of his dirty-blond pubic bush whereupon he let the rest of the droopy garment quickly fall to the floor, the coach immediately cupping both of his amazingly large hands over his “private parts” before either “Dr. Santiago” or Brandon got a glimpse of them.

Brandon assumed that just as President Trump had assured the world that the President’s “big hands” meant that he had a big cock, that that must be why his blushing muscular Mormon coach was so embarrassed to reveal his- it probably was looked at as some sort of “sin” by the Mormons to have a big cock- what a fucked-up religion thought Brandon, who was proud of his own ample endowment (except that the damned thing had barely gone down since “Dr. Santiago” had recently “examined” it so embarrassingly).

“Dr. Santiago” would have none of this nonsense, however, and ordered Coach Baker to “kindly remove your hands from your crotch area, coach, so that I may examine it for any anomalies….”

Coach “Big Mac” Baker begged “No, doc, please- it’s completely against my religion!!”

“Dr. Santiago” took no notice of such nonsense and firmly walked over to where the coach cowered with his privates cupped by the coach’s big hands and forcibly removed the coach’s hands with the “doctor’s” own rubber-gloved hands “Dr. Santiago” then unable to contain himself and exclaiming “MY GOD!!!!! I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS!!!! THAT’S THE SMALLEST……HAHAHAHAHAHAAH….PENIS……. (“Dr. Santiago” thankful he was able to stay in “character” and not use any slang terms for the coach’s wiener-ette) HAHAHAHAHAHAH ……..I’VE EVER SEEN!!!!!” “Dr. Santiago” unable to stop from laughing out loud and pointing at the tiny member that itself seem to quiver slightly in embarrassment (or was it maybe arousal?) at its unaccustomed sudden exposure.

Brandon, still standing with hands on his head as instructed also couldn’t help laughing his ass off at his proud coach’s lack of endowment, thinking to himself that these old wives’ tales about “a big this meaning having a big that” were completely bogus- Brandon further horrified at the thought that that just might mean that Mr. Trump had been similarly short-changed!

“Dr. Santiago” batted away Coach “Big Mac” Baker’s feeble attempt to re-cup his tiny genitals, “Dr. Santiago” now ordering Coach Baker to also place his hands behind his head as “Dr. Santiago” examined the coach’s tiny genitals closely with his rubber-gloved hands, the same rubber gloves that he had used to examine Brandon’s well-endowed package. “Dr. Santiago” kneeled down at crotch level to do so, audibly protesting that “MY GOD, I NEED TO WADE THROUGH YOUR PUBIC BUSH TO EVEN FIND IT!!” and then further producing a tape measure, setting about to measure the mini-penis’s virtually non-existent length and “girth” (such as it had any) and made precise note of the sadly tiny measurements on his omnipresent clipboard.

Coach “Big Mac” Baker wailed in abject humiliation going ‘NOOOOO!!! COVER IT UP!!! I’VE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!! IT’S A ‘GROWER’ I SWEAR!!! I’M A FATHER OF FIVE!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! MY STAR PLAYER BRANDON’S DICK IS SOOOOO MUCH BIGGER!! AND HE’S LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF AT ME!!!! PUH-LEEZE, COVER ME UP!!!!!”

Then to the duo’s further horror, on cue, Enrique and Nick suddenly entered the exam room, Nick going “thanks, doc, we’ll take it from here, now, unless you’d like to stick around and observe…..”

“I WOULD like to stick around guys- this should be good!” replied “Dr. Santiago”.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???? NICK THE NERD AND GODDAMNED BEANER JANITOR ENRIQUE!!! NO FUCKING WAY!!! fumed Brandon, futilely.

“LOOKS LIKE NEITHER OF YOU IS GOING ANYWHERE, YOU FUCKING MORONS! AND I’M NO REAL DOCTOR YOU DUMB-SHITS! YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING SET UP- AND IT’S BOTH OF YOUR OWN BALLS THAT ARE DANGLING THERE LIKE FUCKING RIPE PLUMS FOR THE PICKING!!” crowed “Dr. Santiago” as Brandon and Coach-no-longer-quite-the “Big Mac” Baker took in this unsettling news.

Nick could not contain himself from chiming in that “WOW, COACH HAHAHAHA “BIG MAC” BAKER, SO-CALLED DEAN OF MEN, THAT’S THE SMALLEST WHANG I EVER DID SEE!!! DO THE MORMONS HAVE ‘CONVERSION CAMPS’ FOR HAHAHAHA PENIS IMPLANTS ON BIG, MUSCULAR DUDES LIKE YOURSELF WITH THE TINIEST FUCKIN’ DICKS THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!!!!?????” as he rolled on the floor, laughing and pointing at his tormentor’s providential lack of endowment despite the egotistical coach’s overwhelming physical height and immodest and over-the-top braggadocio about his supposed manliness!

Enrique further went on to say that: “YEAH, LOOK AT THE BIG, TOWERING FUCKER- 6′ 5” OF COACH “BIG MAC” HAHAHAHA BEEFCAKE AND NO FUCKIN’ BEEF!!!! and, as in the immortal words of the late Clara Peller in the old Wendy’s ads, Enrique went on to yell a la Clara Peller at the top of his lungs WHERE’S THE BEEF!!!!???? causing the coach to hang his head in shame and look down at his short-changed privates, blushing beet-red, as he moaned in abject humiliation as to the truth of both of Nick’s and Enrique’s words.

Comically, Coach Baker’s balls were somewhat more normal-sized, but this fact coupled with the coach’s profuse pubic bush only served to make his penis-ette look even smaller! Just for fun, “Dr. Santiago” proceeded to dispense some of the lubricant used by doctors as part of anal examinations (that would be put to further use for that purpose soon enough!!) onto his rubber gloves only to then “examine” the coach’s now nicely-lubricated-with-medical-lube penis-ette and balls more thoroughly, “Dr. Santiago” deliberately doing so to maximize the coach’s discomfort as he was essentially being humiliatingly masturbated publicly in the guise of “examination,” “Dr. Santiago” vigorously pumping the coach’s well-lubricated penis-ette while delicately tickling his hairy balls until the coach’s tiny member did begin to respond, the tiny member not really “growing” but rather “stiffening” and pointing comically upward as the coach began to moan with the sexual pleasure “Dr. Santiago” was deliberately subjecting him to publicly experience, the good coach’s breathing becoming so heavy that it was evident that if “Dr. Santiago” kept up his ministrations the coach’s penis-ette might explode all over the exam room!

“Dr. Santiago” further humiliatingly crowed that “LOOK AT THAT, BRANDON!!! YOUR MACHO “BIG MAC” COACH’S ‘PENIS-ETTE’ EVEN AT THE POINT OF NEAR-EJACULATION REMAINS THE TINIEST SPECIMEN I HAVE EVER LAID EYES ON!!!!” as Brandon continued to laugh his ass off at the wide disparity between his own well-endowed manhood and that of his boastful, but clearly short-changed coach, Brandon humiliatingly chiming in with “OH MY GOD, COACH!!! I’VE SEEN CHICKS WITH BIGGER CLITS ON THEM WHEN I’VE GONE DOWN ON THEM!!! JEEZ! HOWD’JA EVER GET YOUR BABY-MACHINE WIFE PREGGERS? MUSTA BEEN THE FUCKIN’ CABLE GUY OR SOMETHING!!!” as Brandon joined in on the exam room’s humiliatingly loud guffaws and exaggerated pointing at Coach “Big Mac” Baker’s embarrassing penis-ette as Baker blushed red and cried tears of shame at the unaccustomed graphic and obscene display of his serious anatomical shortcomings.

“OHHH SHIT, BRANDON! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ARE SEEING ME LIKE THIS!!! MY MANHOOD IS SOOOO FUCKIN’ NON-EXISTENT COMPARED TO YOU. MY STAR YOUNGER ATHLETE AND YOURS IS SO FUCKIN’ BIG!!! I COULD FUCKIN’ DIE OF SHAME!!” as the entire room (including Brandon) erupted in further guffaws, giggling and pointing at Coach so- called “Big Mac” Baker’s all-too-evident shortcomings.

“Dr. Santiago” then backed off on jerking the coach’s dicklet before his continuing jerking ministrations to the coach’s tiny cockette might cause it to explode, the studly and handsome hetero Latino “doctor” not wanting to get a sperm “facial,” “Dr. Santiago” himself musing that just because the coach’s manhood was so laughingly small that did not mean that it was incapable of firing off a mighty load of baby-makers, “Dr. Santiago” knowing from the coach’s own words that the devout Mormon baby-maker had already 5 brats to his credit!

“Dr. Santiago” duly announced that (apart from their size) “it appears that Coach Baker’s genitalia seem to be in order- very normal reactions although perhaps a bit exaggerated considering they were being examined by another man… do you have any homosexual urges, coach?” queried “Dr. Santiago,” again quite sharply, just as he had messed with Brandon’s mind earlier.

“NO, NO, OF COURSE NOT- HOMOSEXUALITY IS REVOLTING!!! MY WIFE IS ER, MENSTRUATING SO I HAVE GONE WITHOUT IS ALL” protested an outraged Coach Baker.

“Dr. Santiago” (after Coach Baker was comically obliged to dispense with his Mormon underwear, shoes and socks which had gathered around his ankles) then announced that it was “time for Brandon and Coach Baker to sit on the adjacent examination tables so that the more thorough examinations may take place.”

“Dr. Santiago” then removed the shrouds that had been covering the examination tables up to now. Both Brandon and Coach Baker were shocked, however, when, once they had each sat down on the adjacent examination tables completely naked they noticed for the first time that unlike the normal flat medical examination tables both of these were adjustable by the doctor so that one’s torso or feet could be adjusted by the doctor by being raised or lowered and had places to place one’s feet on either side of the exam table.

Worse, Coach Baker realized exactly what type of examination tables these were they were in fact gynecological exam tables and that had “stirrups” or a pair of metal supports in which one’s feet are placed during gynecological examinations to hold one’s legs in a fixed position that left little to the imagination when raised and spread. Brandon, a young single dude was completely oblivious to the implications this had and just wanted to get the whole stupid “thorough examination” whatever the fuck that was, over.

To the duo’s further horror, “Dr. Santiago” then set about using restraints to bind both of their wrists and ankles to the exam tables, the upper portion having been raised so that their bare torsos were sitting up while their feet and ankles remained at their sides down below as they remained in a seated position. When Brandon in particular protested the restraints, “Dr. Santiago” made noises about “insurance regulations” requiring the restraints which sounded OK to Brandon since it was those same fucking “insurance reasons” that apparently “caused the school district to force them to have the fucking exams in the first place.” Brandon was now firmly convinced that insurance companies were “a pain in the ass.” (mindlessly unwittingly prophesize-ing things to come, perhaps?)

Sure enough, Brandon’s prophecy as to a “pain in the ass” came nearer to reality when, to the duo’s horror, “Dr. Santiago” suddenly raised both of their “stirrups” high in the air, each of their hairy asscracks now totally exposed and vulnerable, their hair-haloed virgin assholes on complete display, their vulnerability emphasized when the air conditioning vent blew cool air right onto their respective holes!

“WHAT THE FUCK, DOC!!!!!???? WHY THE FUCK DID YA DO THAT????? LET ME THE FUCK GO!!!!! THIS FUCKIN EXAM IS OVER!!!! I WILL FUCKING QUIT THE FUCKIN’ WRESTLING TEAM!!! JUST LET ME THE FUCK GO!!!!” demanded an outraged Brandon.

As Nick and Enrique looked on with approval, “Dr. Santiago” announced that “since Brandon has demonstrated such poor anal hygiene habits and since one can only assume that Coach/Dean Baker is likely responsible for failing to enforce proper hygiene habits, both of you must be properly cleansed in that area before the remainder of your through examinations may take place.”

Brandon and Coach Baker were literally initially shocked into silence by such an embarrassing allegation, Brandon again blushing deeply as “Dr. Santiago” disapprovingly held up the proud wrestling captain’s discarded but slightly ”skid marked” boxer briefs for emphasis for all to see, and dangled the smudged part right in front of Brandon’s mortified face as the hotshot jock was literally faced with the evidence of his poor anal hygiene habits.

“STOP THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!!!” ordered a red-faced Brandon, “YOU’RE NOT EVEN A REAL DOCTOR, YOU SICK FUCK! LET US THE FUCK GO, NOW!!!!!!” which fell on deaf ears and cackles from the trio of “Dr. Santiago,” Nick and Enrique.

Worse, ignoring Brandon’s impotent outburst, “Dr. Santiago” then proceeded to use the index fingers of each of his lubricated, rubber-gloved hands to slowly begin rubbing circles around each of Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s hair-haloed virgin assholes as they squirmed in response to the weird feeling this created, each now loudly protesting this unthinkable intrusion and heretofore never experienced stimulation of their most private orifices but to no avail as they remained bound in the gyno chairs, their powerful legs widespread and their helpless buttholes hopelessly exposed to the sniggering trio of “Dr. Santiago,” Nick, and Enrique as their most private orifices were publicly toyed with, Brandon and Coach Baker further horrified to learn that not only had security cameras been recording all that had occurred to them but that Nick and Enrique were alternately taking turns filming close-ups of all the action as it transpired, or using a stationary camera when needed as well.

To Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s further horror, “Dr. Santiago’s” fingers were replaced by the tips of enema bags!, the tips of which were slowly pushed inside both of his deserving victims as they each tried in vain to wiggle away from them.

“Dr. Santiago’s” victims then felt warm soapy water flowing into and swelling the insides of both of them, the warm soapy water seeping through their insides, initially feeling warm but then starting to feel too full, like their insides were about to burst. “PLEASE, STOP!” moaned Brandon and Coach Baker in unison, as spasms rolled throughout their insides. “Dr. Santiago” just laughed, “Not yet, gentlemen. You still have another 2 liters each!”

Brandon and Coach Baker each moaned abjectly as the spasms and cramps messed with their insides, their insides feeling like they were going to rip open. The warm, soapy water finally stopped, whereupon “Dr. Santiago” shoved buttplugs into each of their holes, each of their tight holes now being stretched out by the plugs.

The duo’s cramps were now getting worse and worse, yet “Dr. Santiago” noted to both “Don’t pretend you don’t like this just a LITTLE bit. You’re penises are now semi-hard even Coach Baker’s little ‘penis-ette’ is standing at attention!” Coach Baker again moaned in abject humiliation “MUST YOU CALL IT A ‘PENISETTE’?? IT’S A ‘GROWER’ I TELL YA!!!” the only reaction being more guffaws and pointing at the coach’s teeny-weenie. “And look how your stomachs are swelling up too, you look like you’re pregnant!” crowed “Dr. Santiago” as the trio of “Dr. Santiago,” Nick and Enrique erupted with laughter and pointing at the phenomenon.

Both Brandon and Coach Baker’s humiliation at throwing boners (well, a boner and a boner-ette) was eclipsed by their sudden need to “shit their pants” (had they been wearing any!)

Brandon in particular loudly protested that “HEY DOC, OR WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU SICK FUCK!!! LOOK, THE COACH AND I STOPPED OFF AT IN N’OUT BURGER FOR SOME DOUBLE-DOUBLE CHEESEBURGERS AND FRIES JUST BEFORE WE CAME OVER HERE, DUDE! WHATEVER THE FUCK SOAPY WATER SHIT YOU INJECTED INTO US MAKES IT FEEL LIKE WE GOTTA TAKE A BIG FUCKIN’ SHIT NOW, EH COACH??? (a sweating Coach Baker comically nodding in the affirmative as both of their insides rumbled ominously with pre-diarrhea sounds).

“Dr. Santiago” replied, “Yeah, well then the burgers are true to their name, eh ‘In’n’Out’ literally!!” to further cackles from the trio of tormentors.

“C’MON. MAN, LET US OUTTA THESE DAMNED CONTRAPTIONS NOW!! WE BOTH GOTTA TAKE A HUGE SHIT- WE-I CAN’T FUCKIN’ HOLD IT IN ANY MORE!!!!” pleaded a desperate, sweating Brandon as both victims comically grimaced and writhed in their bondage with their desperate need to relieve themselves pronto.

“Dr. Santiago’s” response was to slowly pull the plugs out of their asses, the good “doctor” having two buckets/wastebaskets waiting for the contents of their insides to gush out. The warm soapy water and shit then embarrassingly and humiliatingly shot out like fire hoses from each of their respective asses and into the buckets, liberally augmented by noisy juicy fart sounds and gaseous smells, the trio of “Dr. Santiago,” Nick and Enrique erupting in laughter and complaining about the farty, shitty smells that filled the exam room, as Brandon and Coach Baker blushed in abject humiliation at having been publicly forced to shit themselves.

Brandon went “WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHY DIDN’T YA LET US OUT OF THESE THINGS TO GET TO THE TOILET FOR GOD’S SAKE!!?? WE FUCKIN’ TOOK A SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE!!—JEESH!!!” to further laughter from the trio of vengeful tormentors.

“Dr. Santiago” then made “tsk-tsk” sounds as he set about wiping both of their bare asses like they were little toddlers who had woefully failed at potty training, using deodorant soap and water and wash cloths to clean their anal regions thoroughly to their further shame and embarrassment, the shitty wastebaskets/buckets being whisked away as well, improving the atmosphere/scent of the room considerably, aided by liberally spraying the room with air freshener to Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s further humiliation at their having smelled the place up so badly.

Before the tormented duo had a chance to recover from their humiliating enema ordeal, they were shocked when Nick and Enrique suddenly got behind each of the gyno chairs which were on wheels and took positions behind each of them, Nick behind Brandon and Enrique behind Coach Baker, both Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s arms having been bound over their heads as they sat upright on the torso portion of the gyno chairs, their hairy, sweaty armpits fully exposed, while their widespread legs and feet remained in the air, and their recently over-worked assholes remained vulnerably on full display.

“Dr. Santiago” then announced that “as noted previously, both of you exhibited a pattern of excessive sweating that needs to be investigated thoroughly… Nick, Enrique, kindly place your nasal regions in the vicinity of our subjects’ underarms and report your findings….” “Dr. Santiago” at the ready with his omnipresent authoritative clipboard to record their findings.

To Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s horror, Nick then stuck his nose less than an inch from the sweaty hollow of wrestling captain Brandon’s exposed left armpit and sniffed vigorously while Enrique did likewise to Coach Baker’s right pit, Nick reporting that Brandon’s “has the scent of excessive male sweat mingled with that Bulgari cologne he mentioned” while Enrique reported that Coach Baker’s “also has the scent of excessive male sweat mingled with some deodorant,” “Dr. Santiago” making notations on his clipboard accordingly.

“Dr. Santiago” then ordered them to “examine those areas more closely, gentlemen!” whereupon Nick and Enrique literally plunged into the respective hairy armpits suddenly not only sniffing but rubbing their noses in them, only to follow with their wildly snaking tongues that wormed their way under the substantial armpit hair to delve into the sensitive flesh of their underarms, each of their victims squirming wildly to get away, as each began to shriek and then giggle at the tickling sensations their educated tongues were achieving in each of their hopelessly exposed pits, each going “AIEEEEE!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!! STOPPPP!!!! THAT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!!!” as they continued to squirm wildly in their bonds.

Worse, after several minutes of this, “Dr. Santiago” then handed Nick and Enrique blindfolds which they placed over their respective victim’s eyes, along with two “Wartenberg wheels” (pinwheel medical devices used to determine a patient’s degree of sensitivity), “Dr. Santiago” himself also wielding two of his own down below, whereupon Nick and Enrique began lightly running the metal pinwheel devices throughout each of their victim’s pits one-by-one and then down their muscular sides, while “Dr. Santiago” himself wielded two of the pinwheels, one over the left sole of Coach Baker’s bare left foot and the other over Brandon’s bare right foot from heel to toe, making Brandon and Coach Baker go apeshit with the wild tickling sensations, each of the now blindfolded victims going “AIEEEEEE!!!!! ARGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! STOPPPPP!!! NO MORE!!!!! TIME OUT!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HOOOOOHHAHAHAHAHAAAH!” as the trio amped up the wild movements of the pinwheel medical devices, driving their victims up the wall.

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An homophobic star wrestler and his holier-than-thou wrestling coach get their just dues in this epic story of revenge by Richard!

Homophobic Bullies Get Theirs – Page 4
by Richard

The trio further laughed out loud when their victims each bore down so hard trying to will their muscular bodies to withstand the wild tickling, steeling themselves as the devices made contact with all of their most ticklish places, the net result being that both Brandon and then Coach Baker let out a few more embarrassing dry farts from their efforts!

As if to emphasize this latest failure to control their bodies, “Dr. Santiago” then diverted his pinwheels to suddenly delve from the top of each of his blindfolded, bound victim’s hair-lined asscracks as they sat with their legs in the air and then all through them, only to tease and circle each of their recently abused but now immaculately cleaned-out, hair-haloed assholes with devastatingly ticklish results, only to continue upwards over each of their hairy, cum-churning balls and then over the lengths of each of their cocks (or 1 cock and 1 cockette!).

Nevertheless, the trio’s combined tickling efforts further resulted in both of their victims suddenly developing embarrassing hard-ons (although Coach Baker’s wee member was barely visible as it quivered and bent in a semblance of erection), the studly Brandon’s blatantly evident. Once again, “Dr. Santiago” publicly shamed Coach so-called “Big Mac” Baker’s teeny weenie going “MY GOD, COACH, EVEN SUPPOSEDLY ‘HARD,’ YOUR SO-CALLED MANHOOD IS PRACTICALLY NON-EXISTENT! LOOK HOW MUCH BIGGER BRANDON’S IS!!!”

Coach Baker’s response was once again “OH MY GODDD!!! I KNOW!!! PLEASE GIVE ME BACK MY MAGIC MORMON UNDERPANTS!!! COVER ME UP NOW!!!!! SO HUMILIATING!!!!!! I COULD DIE OF HUMILIATION!!! BRANDON, DON’T LOOK OR COMPARE!!!!””

The deserving duo was therefore further shamed when the trio hooted and made catcalls about their victims’ state of arousal at the hands of other men “Dr. Santiago” going “well, gentlemen, you both seem to be ENJOYING this! It is clear that both of you are becoming sexually EXCITED when merely clinically examined by other men! Clear homosexual tendencies and reactions are duly noted…” as “Dr. Santiago” scribbled on his omnipresent authoritative clipboard to record these findings of “clear sexual aberrance detected.”

“WE’RE 1000% STRAIGHT YOU SICK FUCKERS!! YOU’RE THE SICK-OS HERE!!!! LET US GO NOW SO WE CAN BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU, YOU GODDAMN FAGGOTS!!!” wailed Brandon.

“Dr. Santiago” responded by saying “Now, now, Brandon, methinks the patients protest too much!- emphasizing the truth of their true sexuality! And. ahem, the only ‘shit’ as you call it that has come out of any of us has been your own!” to further cackles from the trio of tormentors, the duo reminded of their recent public enemas.

“Dr. Santiago” then went on to announce “both of your purported aversions to contact with other males must be thoroughly investigated! Nick, Enrique, both of you are uniquely suited to assisting me in this investigation- kindly adjust the exam tables so that our subjects are lying flat on their backs and the ‘stirrups’ returned to an upright position so that our subjects are prone on their backs. You two must further disrobe to make this investigation complete!”

To Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s horror, not only were they adjusted to being flat on their backs, their wrists bound high above their heads continuing to expose each of their manly hairy armpits, but as they lay bound to the exam tables, Nick and Enrique removed each of their blindfolds only for them to witness Nick and Enrique stripping naked, their own rock-hard boners popping out, their sexual prowess completely evident to dash Coach Baker’s own secret hope that at least one of them would be as significantly short-changed in the manhood department as he was.

As expected, Brandon wailed his protest “WHOA!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! LOOK DOC, OR WHOEVER YOU ARE, THIS HAS GOTTA STOP NOW!!!!! THOSE 2 FAGS ARE FUCKIN’ NAKED WITH GIANT BONERS FROM JUST LOOKIN’ AT THE COACH’S AND MY HOT BODS!!! DON’T LET THOSE FUCKERS ANYWHERE NEAR US OR, WE’LL, WE’LL- WELL YOU’LL ALL BE SORRY!!!!” the impotence of their ability to resist anything the 2 “fags” might do to them making Brandon trail off as the full nature of their situation sunk in.

To Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s further horror, “Dr. Santiago” began squirting both Nick and Enrique’s naked buff bods with mineral oil, the two best buds then literally rubbing their fronts together including an impromptu frottage of their rampant cocks, the duo further each oiling up the other’s musculature and biceps, Brandon’s eyes bugging out at the “disgusting” homoerotic show and silently noting that “nerdy Nick” must have been working out, his body being nearly as fit as the athletic, slightly older Enrique.

Worse, Nick suddenly jumped bodily onto the lying-on-his-back-bound-on-the-exam-table Brandon while Enrique did likewise to the lying-on-his-back-bound-
on-the-exam-table Coach Baker, each of their liberally mineral-oiled “fronts” sliding deliciously against the “fronts” of their victims as “Dr. Santiago” looked on, furiously scribbling notes on his clipboard.

As the duo of victims loudly protested this “outrage,” they could only lie there as Nick and Enrique frottaged each of their cocks against that of their respective bound victims, Brandon’s traitorous pecker and Coach Baker’s peckerette quickly rising to full erections (though Coach Baker’s notably being far less evident) both Brandon and Coach Baker moaning and groaning about the contact, but with their moans becoming more sexual in nature as the frottage/sword fights continued.

Moreover, Nick and Enrique lay down fully on top of their respective victim’s naked torsos, rubbing their own oily, muscular chests and hard nips against those of their respective victims, Nick’s smooth chest against that of the hairier Brandon’s, and Enrique’s hairy chest rubbing against Coach Baker’s even hairier one, both Nick and Enrique further leaning in to slide their hot tongues over each of their victim’s throats, into their ears, nibbling on their earlobes, and over and into each of their protesting mouths, their tongues entwining as the “heteros” attempted to “spit them out” which only succeeded in their tormentor’s tongues gaining entry.

Nick and Enrique further made forays to again lick and chomp on each of their victim’s hairy pits again tickling the sensitive skin underneath with their educated tasters, tonguing and then pulling on the pit hairs with their teeth, only to then tweak and tongue each of their hair-haloed manly nips until they stood up like little cocks themselves, their victim’s clearly responding to the intimate, homoerotic contact with more abject sexual moans. Both Brandon’s rampant manhood and Coach Baker’s wildly aroused, quivering little peckerette embarrassingly responded to the max as Nick and Enrique continued their homoerotic teasing of their deserving victims, as the 2 bullies squirmed in anguish at their rampant arousal at the hands, tongues, and naked bodies of the two men who were having a field day sliding their own musculature against that of their victims, deliberately bringing each of them close to ball-shattering homosexual orgasms “against their will.”

To further torment their victims and mess with their heads, Nick and Enrique also adjusted each of their rampant, oily boners so that they slid down and into Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s hairy asscracks, oiling up their victims’ cracks with their oily cockheads, only to slide them through the crack hairs and press their cockheads against each of their victim’s virginal portals causing each to yell “OH
MY GODDDD!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOT THERE!!!!!! HELP!!!!! STOPPPPP!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

The white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” responded to the duo’s pleas, leaning in to observe the action and making more furious notes on his clipboard, noting “Hmmm- very interesting indeed- as expected the patients’ penises are at full erection- WELL COACH BAKER’S IS LESS NOTICEABLY SO DUE TO HIS ALREADY-OBSERVED SHORTCOMINGS IN THE MANHOOD DEPARTMENT (to more moans of shame from the humiliated coach)- but not only are their penises rampant but they are clearly responding to having their exposed anuses pressed against by my gay assistants’ own erect penises!- very telling indeed! I must re-adjust the stirrups….” whereupon “Dr. Santiago” devilishly did so, suddenly raising the stirrups of both gyno tables so that each of Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s ankles were again raised high in the air, their oily, hair-haloed virgin rosebuds obscenely exposed to the cameras.

As the duo of victims howled in protest “Dr. Santiago” further went on to say “yes, gentlemen, it is time that these closeted homosexuals receive what they clearly desire- TO BE PENETRATED BY ANOTHER MALE!!! PLEASE PROCEED!!!”

Before Brandon or Coach Baker could process what was happening, Nick and Enrique proceeded to do just that, slowly and sensuously inserting their rampant cocks into Bully Brandon’s and Sanctimonious, Holier-Than-Thou Hypocrite Coach Baker’s virginal apertures, Nick and Enrique taking it slow and easy while continuing to jerk each of their “victim’s” respective cock/cockettes while Nick’s and Enrique’s lubricated cocks slid into their victims with ease, Nick and Enrique deliberately concentrating on making their victim’s “ordeal” an unexpectedly pleasurable one, again to mess further with their hetero heads, as the duo began moaning and mewling and emitting sexual squeals, Brandon finding himself going “OHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!! KEEP IT UP!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!! THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD!!!!” as Coach Baker chimed in to Enrique “OHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!! DEEPER!!!!! DEEPER!!!! OH YEAHHHHHH!!!! all caught on cam as the duo reared and firmly shoved their to-die-for asses against Nick’s and Enrique’s pistoning cocks while Nick and Enrique continued to jerk their respective cock and cockette.

Adding to the duo’s sensual overload was the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” who positioned himself in turn behind the bound Brandon and Coach Baker, tweaking each of their nips in turn with his own oiled-up rubber gloved hands as Nick and
Enrique sensuously fucked each of them, “Dr. Santiago” alternating the niptweaking with teasing/tickling forays into their hairy sweaty pits with his oiled-up rubber gloved hands. The white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” further amused himself by also using a Hitachi wand vibrator on each of Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s respective cock and cockette as well as each of their cum-churning hairy balls, driving each up the wall with the need to get their rocks off, the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” getting a charge himself out of the deliberate edging of their blueballed victims.

The net result was that not only were Nick and Enrique on the verge of ballshattering climaxes of their own, but also Brandon and Coach Baker were each exclaiming “OHHH YEAH!!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!!! ANY SECOND NOW!!! I’M GONNA FUCKKIN’ CUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” only for Nick and Enrique to simultaneously withdraw from their respective blue-balled “victim’s ” tight but no-longer-virgin” holes and spray volley after volley of highly pressurized cum that erupted volcanically in giant spurts of white goo that shot up and over each of their “victim’s” hairy chests, Nick and Enrique then maneuvering themselves up to each of their “victim’s” handsome faces, shooting the remainder of their huge loads all over their faces and into their hair, the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” jumping out of harm’s way in the nick of time to avoid any “friendly fire” himself.

As the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” looked on with approval, Nick and Enrique then proceeded to shove both of their still rampant, cum-dripping cocks at the same time into first Brandon’s and then Coach Baker’s mouths, making them lick and clean up all of the cum dripping from their cocks, as the bound duo impotently protested this further outrage.

“HEYYY WHAT THE FUCK!!! YOU FUCKERS CAME ALL OVER US!!! FUCK IT’S ALL OVER OUR CHESTS, FACES, HAIR AND EYES!!!” wailed Brandon continuing with “AND WHAT ABOUT US???? YOU FUCKERS DIDN’T LET US GET OFF!!! C’MON FINISH US OFF NOW!!!!” demanded Brandon.

The white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago’s” response was to announce- “My my, what a fuss you are making! But your insistence on being shown that you may be homosexually aroused clearly led to this result! Nevertheless your actions have once again led to making quite a mess of the premises! And each of your excessive sweating is once again quite evident! Hmmmmmm- I further realize that one of the reasons for this excessive sweating and now strong body odors is due to the hirsute nature of your bodies! Nick-Enrique you can assist me in curing this immediately!”

The two wildly sexually aroused but cum-denied duo of Brandon and Coach Baker (whose still rampant cock and cockette stood up to the full extent of their respective abilities) could only look on in horror as the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” switched on a giant Marine-style electric clipper and handed another one to each of Nick and Enrique whereupon the trio avidly began to shave up each of their hairy, muscular legs in turn, only to buzz-cut Coach Baker’s hirsute pubic bush (resulting in an only-slightly-improved view of his rampant, dripping cockette) as well as Brandon’s proud bush, only to buzz-cut their hairy asscracks and around their tiny, virginal anal apertures, both Coach Baker and Brandon howling at the deforestation of their manly pubic hair, Brandon going “NOOOOOOO!!!! STOPPPPPP!!! WE’RE GONNA LOOK LIKE 10-YEAR OLDS!!! HOW CAN I SHOWER AT THE GYM LIKE THIS!!!!????? NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! BOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!” as tears of shame raced down his handsome, contorted face, both Brandon and Coach Baker scandalized that their humiliation and the intimate touching of their still-cum-denied privates was actually making their respective cock and cockette all the harder!

The duo continued to whimper as the trio of the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago,” as well as Nick and Enrique proceeded to buzz-shave all of their chest hair off followed by the deforestation of each of their hairy, manly armpits.

Making matters worse, the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” and Nick and Enrique then proceeded to lather Brandon and Coach Baker’s entire body (their hard cock and cockette standing up through the lather) whereupon they blade-shaved every last remnant of body hair from each of their studly bodies.

As a final blow, each of Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s heads was shaved with the buzzing clippers only to be followed by the lathering and blade shaving of each of their heads, the white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” proudly holding up a hand mirror whereupon Brandon wailed “OH MY GOD, COACH, THEY FUCKING SHAVED BOTH OF OUR HEADS BALD AS BILLIARD BALLS!!!!! BOOOO HOOOOO!!!” as tears of shame trailed down each of their faces.

The white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” then motioned for Enrique, who had downloaded excerpts of the “Blanca” blackmail tape and the tape of Brandon’s wrestling humiliation by Enrique onto his cellphone to play the excerpts in front of Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s sobbing, bald-headed faces whereupon “Dr.
Santiago” stated: “That was just a reminder of how Enrique and Nick literally have each of you by the proverbial balls. As a final reminder of the power they have over you, I am willing to free each of your from your bondage and will allow each of you to, er, relieve yourselves of your sexual tension and leave these premises so long as each of you complies with our orders. Understood?”

An outraged Brandon went “Do we have any other choice? What the fuck do you want us to do- jerk off for you, you sick fucks!?”

The white lab-coated “Dr. Santiago” mysteriously replied “You’ll see…” whereupon he motioned for Nick and Enrique to free the naked Brandon and Coach Baker from their exam table bondage.

“Dr. Santiago” announced “If you’re gonna get to cum it has to be on OUR terms- you’re ‘getting off’ too easy this way! So you’re both gonna ‘69’ each other, got it?”

“WHAT? YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!!?? THAT WOULD BE DISGUSTING!!! fumed Brandon, horrified

“IT’S THE ONLY WAY YOU’RE GONNA GET OFF- IF YA WANNA CUM YA GOTTA DO IT!” noted “Dr. Santiago”.

Knowing they were yet again defeated by the wily trio, Brandon and Coach “Big Mac” Baker sheepishly got into a 69 position on one gyno table, each taking the other’s hard cock and cockette into their mouths with disgust, but as their tormentors whooped with laughter and pointed again at the spectacle all caught on cam, the two went at it like crazy, wildly sucking the other in a desperate effort to finally get their pent-up rocks off.

“Dr. Santiago,” noting that Brandon’s cock had been brought to rock-hardness by his coach’s surprisingly successful efforts, his own tiny fire plug also as big as it ever would get, then ordered the duo to “Stop!” whereupon “Dr. Santiago” then ordered Brandon to “now stop sucking Coach “Big Mac” Baker’s pathetic cockette [this comment bringing more moans of abject humiliation from the ruined coach his long-kept secret and disparity between the size of his hung star wrestler’s dick and his own tiny weenie once again pointed out], lick your fuckin’ coach’s little now-hairless Mormon butthole the better for your own cock to be shoved up his deserving ass!”

Brandon completely refused to do any such thing and Coach Baker further protested the mere idea of such a “revolting” thing as to “have one’s anus licked by another man-blasphemous!”, but when Nick again showed them excerpts of Brandon’s wrestling ring humiliation and Coach Baker’s “Blanca” tapes, they each grudgingly complied, Brandon screwing up his face in disgust as he tentatively extended his long tongue (only previously accustomed to “cunt-lapping” as the star wrestler put it) as he began to lick around the coach’s now hairless little hole.

Brandon was further exhorted by the trio to “SLAP HIS FUCKIN’ ASS WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!” and complying with this as well, Brandon opening one of his strong hands and whacking the pristine, white surface of his coach’s now hairless ass leaving big red handprints as Coach Baker/Dean Of Men howled in pain and outrage, ordering Brandon to “STOPPPPPP!!!! JESUS, BUT THAT FUCKIN’ STINGS!!! OWWWWW!!!!!” WHICH COMICALLY ALTERNATED WITH THE COACH’S “OOOOOO’S and ‘AHHHHHH’S” at the sensation of having his tiny hairless Mormon booty hole licked by his star wrestler, disconcerted that it felt even better than when he made a blindfolded Blanca service him in that way, as the coach unconsciously pressed his ample ass back onto the exciting invader of his sacrosanct, sanctimonious hole, and mewled with total lust at the feeling, with the cameras whirring away.

To add insult to injury, the trio howled with laughter at how the Coach “Big Mac” Baker’s “TINY FUCKIN’ PRICKETTE IS STANDING AT ATTENTION FROM GETTING RIMMED!” the coach moaning with shame mixed with his mewls of unbidden excitement at the taboo nature of it all, the coach red-faced with embarrassment at the truth of the statement, while he continued to eagerly back and wag his humpy ass onto Brandon’s furiously working tongue, which had now succeeded in penetrating the coach’s anal ring and was now literally tongue-fucking his highly aroused coach.

“Dr. Santiago” then ordered Brandon to stop his rimjob of his out-of-it, lust-filled coach whereupon “Dr. Santiago,” with the help of Enrique, literally lifted the coach’s “now-lubed-by-his-star-wrestler’s-spit” ass and literally aimed Coach Baker’s now hairless anal ring so that the coach’s full weight landed on Brandon’s
huge boner and impaled itself on it the coach going “AIEEEEEE!!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!! IT’S SOOOOO BIGGGGGG!!!! OWWWWWWW!!!! NOOOO!!! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!! STOPPPPPP!!!!”

“YEAH IT IS BIG, ISN’T IT COACH “BIG MAC” BAKER? LOOK AT THE DIFFERENCE IN SIZE BETWEEN YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE CLIT AND BRANDON’S BIG DONG!!” howled “Dr. Santiago” to the trio’s laughter and the coach’s further emasculating humiliation, as the coach looked down in shame at his own little soldier so pathetically small, even at “full mast,” as the trio again howled with laughter and pointed at the coach’s tiny appendage, “Dr. Santiago” adding that “LOOK!!!! EVEN WITH HIS PUBES ALL SHAVED OFF AND WITH AS BIG A BONER AS HE CAN GET, THE COACH’S PATHETIC LITTLE DICKETTE STILL LOOKS SO FUCKIN’ SMALL!!!” to further roars of laughter, and humiliated moans from the coach.

Nevertheless, as Brandon eagerly threw a hard fuck to his coach as his coach now was no longer in pain and was now bouncing up and down in glee as his prostate was massaged by Brandon’s pistoning manhood , the coach’s prickette swelled to its largest proportion yet (relatively speaking) and the coach started going “OHHHH FUCK, YEAHHHH, BRANDON-BABY, GIVE IT TO ME, STUD!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!! OH FUCK YEAHHHHHH!!! DO IT!!! GONNA FUCKIN’ MAKE ME CUM!!!!!!!!!!” whereupon Coach Baker’s tiny penis-ette suddenly (and surprisingly!) began spewing (hands-free!) bolt after bolt of white-hot, highly-pressurized cum that shot all over the place, the trio having to duck in order not to be sprayed themselves as jet after jet of the coach’s Mormon baby makers continued to squirt all over, the trio concluding that “well, that explains those 5 kids from his Mormon baby-machine!”

However, before Brandon himself was quite ready to spew, “Dr. Santiago” and Enrique literally lifted Coach Baker off of Brandon’s big dong (which looked even bigger with his pubes shaved off) and ordered a post-orgasmic Coach Baker to “GO AHEAD- FINISH OFF YOUR STAR WRESTLER!!! GO AHEAD, SUCK BRANDON’S COCK THAT JUST CAME OUT OF YOUR OWN FUCKIN’ ASS!!!”

While hesitant at first, another screen shot of the “Blanca” tapes convinced Coach Baker to comply, Coach Baker awkwardly taking his star wrestler’s giant cock in his mouth and going down on it, his initial sloppy cocksucking replaced by increasingly expert ministrations, the trio going “YEAH GET A GOOD LOOK AT BRANDON’S BIG COCK UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL LIKE, COACH “BIG MAC” BAKER- THE BETTER TO REMIND YOU WHAT A PATHETIC LITTLE WEENIE YOU’VE GOT, COACH!!!!!” to the coach’s further abject humiliation. The trio further cackled at the fact that Coach Baker was wildly jerking on his little cockette (in his accustomed fashion- only 2 fingers needed!!!) while he sucked his star wrestler, apparently on the verge of a second orgasm!!!

A few more sucks and Brandon announced that he was “CUMMING BIG TIME!!! OH FUCK YEAHHHHHH!!! TAKE IT COACH!!!!! YEAHHHHH!!!!” as Brandon’s big cock spewed out volcanic eruptions of high-flying cum that struck Coach Baker’s face, lips, bald head, his shaved chest and over his muscular shoulders and down his back, the rest squirting beyond him and onto the floor behind the coach. Then, to the trio’s astonishment Coach Baker’s accustomed (and very amusing!) 2-fingered masturbation technique on his pathetically small member caused his little cockette to explode one last time as a second powerful orgasm overcame him, the taboo nature of the forbidden homoerotic act combined with his shame for being shaved bald all over, publicly shamefully masturbating before others, and being humiliated for his teeny weenie resulting in a second blast from Coach “Big Mac” Baker’s cum-churning, now hairless balls.

The duo of a still-cum-dripping Brandon and Coach Baker then found themselves being tossed out totally balls-ass naked from the medical office’s “back door” (appropriately!), all of their clothes being kept as “souvenirs,” but with each of their wrists handcuffed behind their backs so that neither of them had a chance to use their hands to “cup” their respective privates from view!

The last the trio could see from the outdoor surveillance cameras the naked duo then ran naked across the parking lot of a giant shopping mall across the street, and, when they were confronted by laughing mobs of holiday-clearance-sale shoppers in the mall parking lot snapping viral videos with their cell phones, they made the mistake of running into the shopping mall itself. The trio later learned via news media and viral social media cell phone video that Brandon and Coach “Big Mac” Baker had unfortunately run right into the crowd-jammed mall’s food court where hundreds of people filmed their total humiliation as the bald, bodyshaved duo ran around still unable to cover themselves due to their wrists being cuffed behind them. Worse, both Brandon and Coach Baker therefore had to sort of bend over in futile attempts to hide their respective cock and cockette between the legs, which completely did not work at all, and, in Coach Baker’s case, only served to make his cockette look even smaller as he bent over and emphasize the fact that his asshole had been recently stretched wider by Brandon’s cock having ravaged it!

Worse still, the audio accompanying the viral videos caught many of the laughing viewers going “LOOK!!! THEY’RE FUCKIN’ NAKED, AND BALD ALL OVER!!! AND, LOOK- THE OLDER ONE’S COCK IS SO FUCKIN’ SMALL WHILE THE YOUNGER ONE IS HUNG LIKE A HORSE!!!!” as the crowd roared with laughter and pointed at the poor, short-changed-by-nature coach who found himself looking down at his exposed, tiny privates as the entire world witnessed his abject humiliation on film carried world-wide.

Across town, Blanca Torres whooped with laughter and set her DVR to record the entire scene as it was shown live on the network “Eyewitness News- Breaking News” flash on her television “Near Riot At Sunset Vista Shopping Mall- No Terrorist Motive Identified-Stay Tuned For Further Developments,” Blanca laughing her ass off at the naked Coach “Big Mac” Baker/Dean Of Men’s total humiliation, and wasn’t that other guy that stuck-up asshole wrestler Brandon Nelson? as she literally rolled on the floor laughing as did the entire world at the deserving duo’s ultimate comeuppance

EPILOGUE

The trio of the well-dressed “Dr. Santiago, ” and a now fully-dressed Nick and Enrique continued to laugh their own asses off as they imagined what further horrors Brandon and Coach Baker were now experiencing after having been thrown out the back door of the medical office bareass, shaved bald, and shorn of all body hair, “Dr. Santiago” shrugging off the white lab coat he had “borrowed” from the real doctor, Dr. Masterson [unbeknownst to the “real” doctor Dr.
Masterson, who remained out-of-town] and hanging it up on the coat stand in the examination room as the trio prepared to go their separate ways home, leaving the good “doctor” now clad back into just his light grey dress pants and dress shirt and tie.

“Dr. Santiago” noted to his cousin Enrique that “the bondage equipment you brought came in handy, didn’t it, but be sure to take all that kinky shit back with you, including the stuff we didn’t end up using” “Dr. Santiago” nodding at the handcuffs and other bondage gear Enrique had brought, continuing “I can’t have the ‘real’ doctor finding that stuff lying around when he returns!”

To “Dr. Santiago’s” horror, however, as “Dr. Santiago” turned his back on Enrique and Nick preparing to leave the exam room, Enrique suddenly grabbed a pair of the handcuffs and surprised his studly cousin “Dr. Santiago” by suddenly grabbing “Dr. Santiago’s” wrists behind him and snapping them shut!

Enrique then removed the white lab coat from the coat stand and donned it himself over his street clothes, instantly now transforming himself into the “doctor”!

Looking over one broad shoulder back at his “doctor” cousin, “Dr. Santiago” dismissively went ” What is this, Enrique? Some kind of a joke?? C’mon, uncuff me, bro, I like a joke as well as the next guy, but this one is not funny! I was on my way home, dude- can’t drive like this!- so c’mon, let me go!” the no-longer-the”doctor” returned-to-mere-civilian-status Santiago suddenly finding himself outranked and outsmarted by his own gay cousin.

Santiago then went on “And HEY! don’t you gay dudes get any ideas! Ya know I’m straight- a married man-a father-not interested in any of that gay stuff- just helped ya out with the set-up was all…”

To Santiago’s shock, “Dr. Enrique” replied-“yeah but it was clear you were ‘getting off’ mentally yourself on bullying the 2 bullies, wasn’t it? Kinda got off on that whole arrogant powerful doctor business, huh? But, shit, you’re the only dude here who DIDN’T get his rocks off, right? So why not let me and Nick help ya out in that department, eh? AND teach ya a bit of a lesson for enjoying your roleplay so much!”

“NO WAY, ENRIQUE! C’MON LET ME GO! I DON’T LIKE THE SOUND OF THIS!!” protested Santiago.

But before Santiago could further protest, “Dr. Enrique” had physically pushed his handcuffed older cousin over the edge of one of the exam tables on his lean stomach, “Dr. Enrique” gesturing for Nick to quickly affix an ankle-spreader device to Santiago’s now wildly thrashing/kicking ankles, the net effect being that Santiago found himself with the material of his upturned light grey suit-panted ass being forced to cling all the more tightly to the musculature of the good “doctor’s” tight ass, the outline of a pair of boxer briefs also visible as a result of the nolonger-a-“doctor” Santiago’s embarrassingly bent-over position.

To Santiago’s further horror, “Dr. Enrique” then suddenly reached around Santiago and unfastened his belt, letting Santiago’s grey suit pants fall to the floor, his upturned ass now only covered by a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs (same brand and style as Brandon’s- go figure).

To Santiago’s further horror, “Dr. Enrique” then asked Nick to hand him a pair of the rubber surgical gloves of the same type Santiago had used on his own victims, “Dr. Enrique” snapping them on ominously as he approached his cousin’s upturned ass.

“HEY!!- YOU WOULDN’T!!! NO!!!! DON’T!!!!” wailed Santiago.

“YEAH, I WOULD AND I WILL!! REMEMBER HOW YOU USED THESE TO GOOD EFFECT??” replied “Dr. Enrique”.

With that “Dr. Enrique” suddenly yanked down Santiago’s boxer briefs exposing his hair-flecked asscheeks which were starkly whiter than the rest of his olive-skinned body split by a dark-haired asscrack, Santiago’s own large flaccid cock and balls visible under a luxuriant dark pubic bush.

Santiago nervously looked over his shoulder going “YOU WOULDN’T!!! NO!!!! DON’T!!!!”

“Dr. Enrique’s” response was to suddenly dip his surgical-gloved fingers into the medical anal lubricating gel and “paint” the entire length of Santiago’s hairy asscrack with it only to then slowly insert his lubed index finger, going “How does
THAT feel, ‘DOCTOR’? to Santiago’s yelp of surprise at the unfamiliar contact with his own “back door.”

Actually, it didn’t feel all that bad to Santiago’s shock and dismay, in fact the combination of “Dr. Enrique’s” invading finger lubed by the incredibly well-lubricating gel along with “Dr. Enrique’s” masturbation of Santiago’s now tumescent cock and the tickling and teasing of Santiago’s dangling, hairy balls resulted in Santiago throwing a total boner and beginning to moan with lust!

While the horny, blue-balled Santiago continued to moan with lust, “Dr. Enrique” ordered Nick to untie Santiago’s dress tie and unbutton his dress shirt, exposing a carpet of dark chest hair that fanned out from the center of Santiago’s gym-toned olive-skinned chest, Nick then shoving the dress shirt back over Santiago’s muscular arms. “Dr. Enrique” then tugged Santiago’s broad shoulders and forced him into a standing position, the fact that Santiago’s wrists were still handcuffed behind his back making Santiago arch and thrust out his manly chest and hairhaloed nips, with his ankle-spreader-barred ankles preventing him from kicking in defense (not that Santiago appeared to be in any hurry to be freed, since he was now moaning with lust and actually backing his humpy ass back onto “Dr. Enrique’s” lubed finger-fucking finger while “Dr. Enrique” simultaneously was giving Santiago an expert handjob).

“Dr. Enrique” then ordered Nick to tweak and lick Santiago’s hair-haloed nips until they were standing up like pink eraser heads and Santiago was abjectly moaning with lust from the combined nip-tweaking and licking by Nick, and the finger fucking and handjob (and now blowjob) attention he was receiving from “Dr. Enrique” down below.

“Dr. Enrique” and Nick kept up their teasing of Santiago for several more minutes, edging him to near-orgasm only to back off and deny him until Santiago was literally begging to cum.

Finally both “Dr. Enrique” and Nick stripped out of their own street clothes and knelt down to give the bound Santiago a “double blowjob” as “Dr. Enrique” and Nick both took turns taking Santiago’s giant cock down to his hairy balls which were tickled and teased while “Dr. Enrique” continued to finger-fuck Santiago with
his lubed surgical-gloved finger, “Dr. Enrique” and Nick taking Santiago’s cock and balls into both of their mouths at the same time.

For a grand finale, “Dr. Enrique” and Nick rubbed their own giant hard-ons into and onto that of Santiago’s, the three of their hard cocks all rubbing together while Nick continued to tweak Santiago’s erect nips, the trio then suddenly erupting in a simultaneous three-way giant orgasm as their cum sprayed all over each other and all over the exam room!

After Santiago was freed, he sheepishly high-fived “Dr. Enrique” and Nick admitting that he had literally “gotten off” on the whole experience.

The exhausted trio then finished off with a 3-way shower in Dr. Masterson’s private shower, Enrique and Nick leaving with Brandon’s and Coach Baker’s stolen clothes as souvenirs and looking forward to viewing the latest tapes of their comeuppance which would be used as further blackmail of the humiliated, ruined duo!

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Two weeks later Matt and Rob were in the midst of another homework session at their respective desks. Matt crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it at Rob, striking him gently in the side of the head.

“What was that for?” asked Rob.

“I was trying to wake you up,” said Matt. “You’ve been staring at that page a long time.”

“I guess I was daydreaming,” said Rob. “I’m getting tired of studying.”

“Me too,” said Matt. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you if I could borrow your car on Saturday.”

“What’s happening on Saturday?” asked Rob.

“Marjorie and I have been invited to a wedding for one of her sorority sisters.”

“Couldn’t I just give you two a ride to the wedding and pick you up after the reception?” asked Rob.

“The church is eighty miles away,” said Rob. “I doubt if you’d want to drive that far.”

Rob pondered the request for a moment. “Have you been thinking of a way to butter me up, so to speak?” asked Rob.

“I was planning to use oil rather than butter,” said Matt. “I’m kidding. Actually, no, I hadn’t thought of a way I could bribe you. If you need a bribe, I can try to think of something.”

“I’ve been thinking of something you could do,” said Rob. “I ordered a toy, and I’ve been wanting to show it to you.”

“A sex toy?” asked Matt. “Really? Pull it out. I mean, pull the toy out, not your dick.”

“I understood what you meant,” said Rob with a smile as he pulled a package out of his dresser. He opened the box and pulled out a dildo attached to a harness.

“Oh my God,” said Matt. “Are you wanting me to …”

“Fuck me with it,” said Rob. “Yes, sir, that’s what I was hoping for.”

Matt stood up and took it out of Rob’s hands. “Wow, that’s big,” he said. “Wouldn’t it be painful?”

“It would feel awesome, even if it hurt,” said Rob.

Matt rubbed his hand up and down on the dildo and made funny faces to indicate that he was getting intense pleasure from the sensation, glancing over at Rob to see him chuckle. He opened his mouth and inserted the dildo, pushing it in and out and making noises as if he was enjoying that experience also.

Rob rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

Matt pulled it out of his mouth and began licking around the glans area of the dildo. “This is almost making me hard,” he said.

“It’s almost making me hard as well,” admitted Rob.

“I don’t know if this harness will fit me,” said Matt, inserting his legs and lifting it up so it covered his underpants. “Yep, it fits,” he said. He walked over to the mirror and admired himself in the reflection, trying out a few hip thrusts. He held his hands out as if they were on Rob’s backside as he inserted the dildo into a pantomime version of his roommate near the mirror. “Spread those cheeks, Robbie,” he said. “I’m about to ram this thunderstick home.” He changed his voice to mimic Robbie’s response. “Oh, Daddy, yes. Ram it home! Ram it all the way home. I love it when you’re deep inside me.”

Matt looked over at Robbie, whose jaw had dropped as he stared at his roommate in amazement. Matt pulled off the harness and threw it on Rob’s bed. “That thing really was making me hard,” he said. “I’m going to go for a jog in the hope that my dick will return to its senses. Want to come along?”

“No thanks,” said Rob. “I think I’ll stay here and rub my own dick.”

“Haha,” said Matt, pulling on some running shorts. “Enjoy yourself, Robbie.”

“I’m sure I will,” said Rob.

“Yeah, and don’t get anything on my sheets,” said Matt.

“Don’t worry,” said Rob. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Matt flexed his muscles. “You wouldn’t want to tangle with these,” he said, squeezing his hands into fists.

“You’re just turning me on more,” said Robbie.

“Oh, okay,” said Matt, relaxing his arms. “Nevermind.”

Thirty minutes later Matt returned to the room, drenched in sweat. Robbie looked over and salivated at the sight of his sweaty roommate and the aroma of his masculine exertions in the room and wondered if he would need to masturbate again later on in the evening.

“I’m going to take a shower,” said Matt, grabbing his bathrobe and a towel and heading back toward the door. “Don’t go anywhere, because I want to talk to you.”

Matt gave up trying to study and laid down on his bed, marveling at the strong reaction he had to the sight of his roommate entering the room moments before. He wondered if Matt was going to fuck him that very night. He imagined Matt fucking him in various positions, and then he imagined Matt pulling off the harness and plunging his dick into Rob’s ass. He fantasized about Matt having a growing realization that he was attracted to Rob and wanting to fulfill his sexual needs in an intensely satisfying way alone together in their dorm room.

Matt returned from the shower, dressed in the bathrobe and holding his wet towel and sweaty shorts. He opened his closet, hung his towel on a hook and tossed the shorts in the heap of dirty clothes inside. Rob hoped that those sweaty clothes would remain there undisturbed for days so he could enjoy the aroma indefinitely.

“No peeking, fag,” said Matt, as he shucked the bathrobe and put on a clean pair of underpants. Rob obediently closed his eyes until he heard the sound of Matt’s waistband snap against his waist.

“I thought you liked me peeking,” said Rob.

“I think this whole thing is getting a little out of hand,” said Matt. “I don’t mind teasing you, but I don’t want this to develop into some sort of actual gay relationship.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me with the sex toy?” asked Rob.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” said Matt.

“Are you afraid you might enjoy it?” asked Rob.

“I probably would enjoy it to some extent,” said Matt. “Seeing you squirm and moan would be somewhat entertaining. Knowing that I was sending you into the garden of gay-boy delight would be satisfying on some level. However, this type of thing is not what I want for my life right now. I like having you as a roommate, even if you are a love-sick puppy. As far as I’m concerned, you can go on being a love-sick puppy, and I can go on being the man in this relationship.”

“The man?” asked Rob. “Isn’t that a bit insulting? Aren’t I a man also?”

“You’re a total fag,” said Matt. “You’re absolutely at my mercy in every possible way.”

“You’re sounding like a Neanderthal,” said Rob. “A handsome Neanderthal, though.”

“I’m sorry you spent all that money on the sex toy,” said Matt, changing the subject. “I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

“I may be disappointed,” said Rob. “However, I have another idea, assuming you still want to borrow the Mazda.”

“I’m afraid to ask what your other idea is,” said Matt.

“Keep an open mind, please,” said Rob.

“I’m listening,” said Matt.

“On the rare occasion that I watch gay porn …”

“Liar!” said Matt. “I’m sure you watch plenty.”

“So, anyway, I’ve become intrigued with guys who are into chastity.”

“What do you mean?” asked Matt.

“The idea is that you buy a metal device that fastens on your dick, and you lock it. Then you find a buddy who holds the key. Then your dick is locked until your buddy lets you unlock it.”

“So, what’s the fun in that?” asked Matt. “And whose dick did you want to lock?”

“Mine,” said Rob. “My dick would be locked, and you’d hold the key.”

“I still don’t get it,” said Matt.

“You like to tease me, right?” asked Rob.

“Sure, but …”

“So, this is a way for you to tease me. You said I’m at your mercy in every possible way, but you missed one way. Currently you have no way of controlling my dick.”

“Maybe I don’t have any interest in controlling your dick,” said Matt.

“Even if I was so grateful that I loaned you the Mazda?” asked Rob.

“Well, if you put it that way, then maybe I am interested in putting your dick in lockdown,” said Matt. “Are we going to head over to WalMart and pick one of these up for you?”

“I don’t think WalMart carries them,” said Rob, sitting down at his desk and clicking on his laptop. “I’m sending you a few photos of different ones I thought might work. I want you to pick one for me.”

“Ew,” said Matt. “I just felt a shiver go up my spine. This feels so wrong.” He sat down at his desk and looked at his own laptop. “I don’t see your message. Wait – there it is. Hmm.” He scanned the page. “They all look very secure. The first one looks bigger than the others. It would give you some room to grow. I’d have to think about whether I wanted you to have room to grow or whether I wanted your dick to be highly constrained. So, what happens when you get a boner?”

“I don’t know,” said Rob. “Obviously my dick will be stuck in a cage. I don’t know if it will hurt if I have a boner. Other guys seem to manage.”

“Maybe you should ask your parents what they think,” suggested Matt.

“Very funny,” said Rob. “I’m sure they’d disapprove.”

“What if your dick gets damaged by the cage somehow?”

“I’ll take the chance,” said Rob.

“I think you’re crazy,” said Matt. “I don’t know why I’m even doing this. Anyway, you’re going to have to pick one. I don’t want to pick one for you and find out later that it hurt your dick. I don’t want to be responsible if your dick turns into dickzilla.”

“Let’s try this another way,” said Rob, pulling a deck of cards out of his desk and finding a few with sequential numbers. “Just pick a card. Whatever number on the card is the one I’ll pick from its position on the list.”

“Shuffle them good,” said Matt.

“Okay,” said Rob as he shuffled the cards. “Now pick one.”

Matt selected a card and turned it over. “It’s a three of hearts. How appropriate. Just like Valentines.”

“Okay, then I’ll order the third one,” said Rob. They both peered at the image of the third one on their respective laptops.

“What’s that tube for?” asked Matt.

“That’s a urethral tube,” said Rob. “It’s optional. If your screw it into place, then the tube is inserted into the urethra.”

“Wouldn’t that be painful?” asked Matt.

“It’s a form of penetration,” said Rob.

“A turn-on for fag boys,” said Matt.

“Yes, sir,” said Robbie.

“So, what are the rules?” asked Matt. “Are we going to roll dice for how many days you’ll be locked up?”

“The rules are up to you,” said Rob. “You get to pick how long I’m locked up and when I get a break. You’ll have total control. If I whine and beg and plead, you’ll have to decide whether I’m unlocked or not. I’ll be totally at your mercy.”

“And if I agree to do this, I can borrow the Mazda whenever I want?”

“Whenever you want,” said Rob. “Just don’t drive it so much that my Dad will be suspicious.”

“This could be good,” said Matt. “I’m just starting to realize how good this could be. But I still don’t understand how this could bring you any pleasure.”

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Matt and Rob entered their dorm room after dinner.

“I’m sorry about my armpit smell,” said Matt. “I ran out of deodorant.”

“I was wondering about that” said Rob. “You can use mine if you want until you have a chance to get another one. Anyway, I like that manly smell. It doesn’t bother me in the least.”

“How much do you like it?” asked Matt with a wink.

“It turns me on,” admitted Rob. “Anyway, I really have to study now.”

“Okay,” said Matt. “We can study. I’m glad you admitted it turns you on. Now I know another way to torment you.”

The two young men spent two hours studying at their respective desks. The room was mostly still and quiet, except for a loud fart from Matt that he didn’t try to conceal.

“I think I’ve had enough studying for one night,” said Matt at last.

“I guess I’ve had enough also,” replied Rob.

“So, Robbie, I was wondering if I could borrow your Mazda on Friday night. I have a date with a girl from my English class. We want to go to the movies. I could pay for an Uber, but it would sure be great if I could borrow your car.”

“I can’t do that,” said Robbie. “My dad would be really mad if he knew I was letting people drive it.”

“You let me drive it last week, remember? The beer run?”

“I remember,” said Robbie. “As I recall, I ended up being forced to pee in my underpants.”

“I’m sorry about that,” said Matt. “That was mean of me. I promise I’ll never do that again. Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, I forgive you,” said Rob. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you borrow my car whenever you want to go someplace.”

“What if I could tempt you with an offer you couldn’t refuse?” asked Rob.

“What kind of offer?” asked Rob. “I can’t imagine how you could tempt me to loan you my car.”

“I have a plan for how I can get you to lose your resolve,” said Matt.

“I don’t want you pouring beer down my throat,” said Rob.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” said Matt. “This plan doesn’t involve alcohol. This plan involves me making your dick hard — so hard that it releases precum. It’s a special kind of wager. The wager is that I can work some magic on you that will turn you on so tremendously that you’ll dribble a little bit of semen out of your dick. ”

“Isn’t that like male prostitution?” asked Rob.

“Maybe a tiny bit like that,” said Matt. “My plan doesn’t involve any actual sex: you wouldn’t be touching my dick and I wouldn’t be touching yours.”

“So what would you be doing?” asked Rob.

“I have this all planned out,” said Matt. “I’m going to do things to you that are going to make your dick hard. Your gay-boy torment is about to move to a new dimension.”

“Let’s stop here for a moment and talk about this,” said Rob. “I’m already attracted to you. If you make my dick hard, won’t that make our relationship even more complicated than it already is?”

“You know I enjoy tormenting you,” said Matt. “I don’t know why I enjoy it so much, but somehow I do. You’re a strong person. You can handle it. I know I can handle it. If it makes our relationship more complicated, then so what? If we have issues, we’ll sort them out somehow. I know we will.”

“So, what if we try your plan and it doesn’t work?” asked Rob. “What if my dick doesn’t get hard and I don’t dribble any precum?”

“Then you don’t have to loan me your car,” said Matt. “I’ll have to pay for the Uber.”

“You won’t be mad at me?” asked Rob.

“I won’t be mad,” said Matt. “I won’t be mad unless you tell any living person about this little adventure. Then I’d be mad. Really mad.”

“Okay,” said Rob. “I guess I’ll agree to this wacky wager. Of course I won’t tell anyone. What do I have to do?”

“First tell me one thing,” said Matt. “How many days has it been since you wanked?”

“Let me think,” said Rob. “I think it was about five days ago.”

“Okay, then,” said Matt. “If you had just wanked today, then you probably wouldn’t be dribbling any precum no matter what I did. Five days is great. I’ll take that. Okay, so let’s move your chair to the middle of the room,” said Matt.

“Okay,” said Rob, getting up and moving the chair.

“Now sit down and relax,” said Matt. As Rob sat down in the chair, Matt found some rope. “Hold out one arm,” he said.

“You promise you’re not going to tie me up and keep me bound until I pee in my pants.”

“I promise. Scout’s honor,” said Matt, with his hand in the air like a Boy Scout.

“I wish I could have seen you in your Boy Scout uniform.”

“Those days are long gone,” said Matt. Rob raised his arm, and Matt tied some of the rope around his wrist. “Now the other one,” said Matt. Rob raised his other arm and Matt looped the rest of the rope around the other wrist and tied it in front. “Okay, now just lower your hands and relax again.”

Rob lowered his hands as instructed and tried to relax. “It’s hard to relax when I don’t know what you’re about to do to me,” he said. “Last time you tied me up I was in pain.”

“This is going to be easy,” said Matt. “Don’t worry. Just think happy fag thoughts.”

“I’ll try,” said Rob.

“Good boy,” said Matt. “First I need to get comfortable myself.” He proceeded to strip down to just his underpants. “Now, that’s much better,” he said as he tossed his pants on his bed.

Matt opened a drawer and pulled out a comb and some scissors. “Now I’m going to trim your hair a little bit,” he said.

“What?” asked Rob.

“Seriously, I’m only going to trim it just a little tiny bit,” said Matt. He ran the comb through Rob’s hair several times, and he snipped a little bit here and there for a few minutes. “Awesome,” he said. “You look even cuter than you usually do. Here, stand up and look in the mirror.” Matt set down the scissors and comb, and he opened the closet door and showed Rob how he looked in the mirror that was mounted on the inside. “See what I mean?”

“It looks good,” said Rob, feeling pleased.

“Okay, now stand still,” said Matt. “I’m going to take your pants off.”

“What?” asked Rob in shock. “Isn’t this going a little too far?”

“Relax and enjoy,” said Matt. “I have this all planned out. Remember to relax and think happy thoughts.”

“Okay, I’ll try,” said Rob.

Matt unbuckled Rob’s belt, slowly slid it off, and laid it on Rob’s bed. He slowly unbuttoned the top of Rob’s pants. He laid his hand on the upper part of Rob’s pants where the zipper was, waited a few seconds and then calmly lowered Rob’s zipper. He caught hold of the material and lowered Rob’s pants partway to the floor and then let them drop the rest of the way. “Step out of them,” he ordered.

Rob stepped out, and Matt pushed the pants aside with his foot. “Stand still, now,” ordered Matt. He positioned his hands on Rob’s underpants on either side of his waist. After a few moments, he grabbed the fabric and pulled them downward, releasing them to fall on the floor as Rob’s dick popped out.

“I can’t believe you pulled my underpants off,” said Rob. “Are you sure you’re not gay?”

“Shut up,” said Matt. “Just relax and don’t question my masculinity.”

“Being gay doesn’t make you less masculine,” said Rob.

“Just be quiet and don’t over-think this,” said Matt. “Now stand still and prepare to be amazed.” He stepped a few feet away and pulled off his own underpants.

“I’m freaking out over here,” said Rob, gazing at his naked roommate and his robustly-sized penis.

“Just relax,” said Matt. “You’ve seen it before.” He reached down, picked up Rob’s underpants and put them on.

“Oh my God,” said Rob. “I can’t believe you just put on my underpants.”

“Yes, and now you’re going to wear mine,” said Matt. He bent down, picked up his own underpants and held them so Rob could step into them.

“You’re really freaking me out,” said Rob.

“Just stick your foot through the hole,” said Matt. Rob complied. A few moments later he was wearing his handsome roommate’s underpants, which he noticed were a bit frayed from long use, which only turned him on more.

“Okay, Robbie, sit back down.”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob. Matt held onto his arm to steady him as he sat back down.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing your underwear,” said Rob.

“Are you in faggot heaven yet?”

“I don’t think I want to answer that question,” said Rob.

“That’s okay,” said Matt. “Just relax.” He pulled a hair brush out of Rob’s drawer and began brushing Rob’s hair with it.

“Is something wrong with my hair?” asked Rob.

“No, nothing’s wrong with your hair,” said Matt. “Relax and just enjoy your hair being brushed.”

“Okay,” said Rob. Matt continued brushing his hair for a few minutes as Rob replayed in his mind the events of the last few minutes — his hair being clipped, his roommate pulling down his zipper, his pants and underpants being removed, being helped into his handsome roommate’s underpants, and now his hair being gently brushed. Suddenly his dick sprang to life and began pressing hard against his underpants — or rather, his roommate’s underpants.

Matt set down the brush. “Do you have to stop?” asked Rob. “That felt great.”

“Just relax,” said Matt. “I have something else planned.” Matt began rubbing Rob’s temples with this fingers. As he did this, he stood very close the the back of the chair and guided the back of Rob’s head into his abdomen. Rob breathed in and out very slowly as he enjoyed the gentle rubbing on his temples and the warmth of Matt’s body on the back of his head. Rob wondered if Matt was getting turned on by this close contact. Rob’s dick began pressing hard against the fabric that constrained it again. Although his wrists were tied, his fingers were close enough that he could reach his dick. He hesitated for a moment, and then he dug one hand under the fabric and lifted his dick. He pulled his hand out quickly, just barely touching the sensitive head of his dick as it left the underpants and as they closed around his erect penis.

“Fuck!” he said. “You’re doing a great job. I’m sorry I doubted you.” Matt moved away from him and found his bottle of lubricant. “What are you doing with that?” he asked in shock as Matt applied some to his fingertips.

“Relax!” said Matt. He returned to his former position and began rubbing Rob’s temples again, but this time his fingers moved more easily along his skin. Rob’s boner returned to full strength.

“This is awesome,” said Rob. “You’re awesome.”

“Thank you,” said Matt. “I’m so glad you think so. I’m pretty proud of myself right now. Also, I have more in store for you.”

“Oh, God,” said Rob. “I don’t know if I can take much more. I’m totally in faggot heaven now. Actually, I’d really be in heaven if you …”

“Don’t say it,” said Matt. “Just relax.”

Matt moved his hands to the back of Rob’s neck and rubbed in gentle circles in that area. After a couple of moments his hands moved to Rob’s shoulders and he dug his fingers into the muscles there in a gentle massage.

“Fuck!” said Rob, partly from the warmth in his shoulders and partly from the sweet sensations emanating from his intense boner.

After several minutes of shoulder massage, Rob stepped away and returned with the t-shirt he had been wearing all day. “Did I hear you say something about enjoying the fragrance of my underarms?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” said Rob.

“Good,” said Rob. “Breathe in through your nose.” Matt rubbed the fabric on Rob’s face and took care that the underarm portions of the shirt were positioned below his nose. Rob inhaled deeply as the pungent odor hit him full force, causing his dick to get even harder and ache with desire. Matt hung the t-shirt over Rob’s head and left it there. He walked over to the side of the room and turned off the light. Rob heard him find his bed in the darkness and lie down.

“Don’t say anything,” said Matt. “Just relax and reflect on how I tormented you tonight. I stripped you of your pants and underpants. I loaned you my underpants. You saw me naked. I put your underpants on myself. My dick is positioned against the same fabric that your dick was up against today and your dick is against my underpants. I trimmed your hair and brushed it. I rubbed your temples. I even rubbed them with lubricant — the same lubricant I use on my own dick when I need a release. I rubbed your neck, and I rubbed your shoulders. I checked your dick frequently to see if you were enjoying yourself. I let you enjoy my manly body odor. So, did you enjoy yourself?”

“It’s been awesome,” said Rob. “I was freaking out at first, but I was able to relax eventually. I wish we could do this every night.”

“I bet you do,” said Matt. “So, do you feel anything wet and sticky oozing out of that impressively hard dick of yours?”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob.

“So, do I get to borrow the Mazda?”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob. “Of course, sir. You win.”
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