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Lucas’ ordeal continues with a humiliating spanking and a mysterious cream that sends tingles through his bound body.

A Night to Remember – Part 2
by David Fox
Art by Blacksmith Visit his Tumblr Page or Download his Book.
Series: A Night to Remember

Lucas slowly woke up and sighed as he thought that he just had a bad dream. Lying on his stomach, the handsome young man soon realized that it was not. Still unable to move his arms and legs, he tried to pull free of the bondage that kept him on the table. He tried to scream, but his mouth was still gagged.

His chest and abdominals stung from the vicious beating that he received at the hands of his mysterious kidnapper. As he tried to struggle to break free, he suddenly felt a hand petting his sweat matted hair.

“Struggling will only get you punished, boy!” The nightmarish computerized voice said coldly as Lucas felt the hand playing with his hair.

The jock shuddered with fear as he remembered the punishments that he had received so far. The throbbing pain from the top of his chest down to the soles of his feet was a harsh reminder of what his captor was capable of.

“Mmmmmm!” Lucas cried through his gag as he tried to beg for mercy. If only he could be set free and let back home. Moaning with frustration, he slammed his head down on the table.

The hand journeyed down from his head to his broad back. The touch was soft and almost erotic, as if the captor was in awe of his body. Lucas had spent years sculpting his body in the gym and, combined with the years of playing sports, this made him an object of desire for boys and girls alike.

Shivers ran down his spine as the hand explored his back and slowly crept down to his naked ass. As it got lower and lower, Lucas felt his stomach start to heave. No one had ever touched his ass in this way before. Sure, he had gotten his ass slapped by fellow athletes but that was different. Even his numerous girlfriends and one night stands never touched his ass in an erotic way.

Panicking, the stud bucked his body and started thrashing around to keep his captor from going near his ass. He sighed with relief as the hand left his lower back. His relief was short lived when his back was suddenly assaulted with the same stinging slaps that had attacked his chest, and privates before.

Screaming through his gag, Lucas renewed his thrashing in a failed attempt to avoid being hit. With him laying on his stomach, he felt more exposed than before when the stings traveled down to his muscled ass. The pain overflowed his distraught mind and body and consumed all coherent thoughts. Tears started to flow down his face as the stinging slaps continued to rain down on his naked backside.

After what seemed like an eternity of pain and humiliation, the slaps finally stopped coming. Sobbing cries ripped through the young man’s body as he rested his head against the table. This onslaught of punishment was much harsher than before. His back and ass felt like it had been ripped to shreds, though he could not tell if any part of him was bleeding.

As Lucas tried to recover his pride and dignity, he felt the same sensation of cream being applied to his back. Too scared and exhausted to fight, he just laid there as it was applied to every inch of his back. The cream actual felt soothing to his painful welts and the young man welcomed it.

The lull in his panic was short lived when the cream was applied to his back and legs leaving only his ass left. He tried to struggle again, but as soon as he started thrashing a hand slammed down on his exposed ass.

Lucas felt a jolt of pain travel up his spine that momentarily stopped his struggles. There was something to what he felt when his ass was slapped that made him scared. This was not the stinging slaps from before that assaulted his body. This clearly was a hand this time. The sensation made him feel very odd. Like a 12 year old boy who was discovering his first boner. Could he have enjoyed being spanked like that?

The jock forced the thought from his mind as refused to think about it. He was not some kind of sexual deviant that liked shit like that. As he felt the first drop of cream hitting his ass, he renewed his thrashing to make this stop.

The hand crashed down on his muscled ass once again sending that strange sensation traveling up the tied up young man’s spine. Lucas felt the jolt of pleasure slightly stronger than before and there was no mistaken that he enjoyed it. Freaked out by this new discovery in this nightmarish situation, the jock stopped struggling and laid there while the cream was applied to his ass.

He tried to think of anything that would keep him from enjoying this. The tingling had invaded his cock and balls and it was a struggle to keep them from becoming aroused. The application of cream on his ass seemed like it was in slow motion and every curve was explored.

Lucas sighed with relief as the hand left his ass and his entire body had been applied with the strange cream. He lay on the table unable to move because of his bonds, wondering what was going to happen to him next.

As every minute seemed like hours, and the young man grew apprehensive. His captor just simply vanished and he didn’t know if he was alone or not. The jock tried to feel the bonds that kept him from moving. His fingers tried to reach down to his wrists, but they weren’t flexible enough or long enough to feel what was holding him down.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the hand returned as it softly stroked his face. Jerking away, Lucas felt revulsion as the tender touch was weird in his captivity. The bondage held him tightly and the hand easily followed his restricted movement and resumed its tender touch on his pretty face.

The jock knew that he shouldn’t be enjoying this, but the tender touching from the unknown captor felt nice. The hand felt soft, but he could not tell if his captor was a man or a woman. Forcing the feeling of pleasure away, Lucas grunted as he told himself that he would not enjoy anything that this sick fucker was doing to him.

The hand went to the back of his head and Lucas felt something release. His gag fell from his mouth and the young man was in shock that he was free to speak. Screaming at the top of his lungs, the jock bellowed for someone to help him.

His hair was grabbed as his head was pulled back. Pain exploded through his face as it was harshly slapped and stunned him long enough to stop screaming.

“No one can hear you here, little man!” The computerized voice said emotionlessly.

The hand let his head go as it dropped back to the table. Lucas wanted to break down and cry as the hopelessness of the situation overwhelmed him.

“Please let me go!” He begged his unknown captor. “I’ll give you anything you want!”

Silence answered him back as his captor seemed to have vanished once again.

“Let me out of here!” Lucas demanded to the surrounding darkness. With nothing answering him, the jock began to freak out again. “HELP!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. “HELP ME!”

Still his cries for help were not answered and there were no signs of anyone else in the room. The young man felt his voice started to give out after screaming for help over and over again. It was like his captor had told him, no one can hear him. His only hope was to convince his captor to set him free.

As the silence made time seem sluggish, Lucas tested the strength of his bonds over and over again. They were as strong as ever and his muscles started to tire from being forced to be spreadeagle.

“Hello?” Lucas asked tentatively. With his senses severely impaired, he could never be sure if his captor was in the room with him. “Is there anyone there? Please don’t do this. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me free.”

Nothing but silence answered him. The jock never felt this helpless in his entire life. With no way of knowing how long he had been in captivity, the whole experience felt like it had been lasting for several lifetimes.

Lucas started to panic when he realized that he needed to use the bathroom. He could not remember the last time he emptied his bladder and that thought was enough to make his need even more emergent.

“I really need to use the bathroom,” The young man called out in the darkness hoping that someone would answer.

Nothing but silence answered him.

As time slowly dragged on so did the jock’s need to relieve himself. The pressure slowly grew larger and larger until his bladder felt like a dam that was about to burst.

“Come on!” Lucas yelled impatiently. “Let me go to the bathroom!”

Nothing but silence answered him.

What the fuck was going on! Lucas thought as anger and fear filled his mind. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold it. As his need grew, the anger diminished until his need consumed everything.

“Please!” Lucas cried. The stress and frustration of this entire situation was too much for him to handle. If he was free, he would be dancing around trying to hold his bladder in check. “I’ll do anything you want, but let me use the bathroom.”

Nothing but silence answered him.

Finally not able to hold it in any longer, Lucas felt the warm liquid of his piss flowing on the cold steel of the table. He never felt more humiliated in his entire life. His bladder continued to empty against his will as his urine spread out covering his abdomen and chest. Lucas scrunched his nose as the smell overwhelmed him. When the last drop of piss finally emptied, the young man felt like he had bathed in his own urine.

It took all his will power not to throw up as the combination of the stench and heat made him feel like a disgusting pig. He should have been relieved to empty his bladder, but it was overwhelmed by the humiliation of being forced to pee all over himself. He could hear the dripping sound of his urine falling off the table.

With a scream of frustration, Lucas yanked as hard as he could against his bondage. Why the fuck was this happening to him! He tried to breath through his mouth to keep the smell of piss from making him puke.

“It looks like our little man has a little problem!” The computerized voice said emotionlessly.

Rage ripped through the captive young man. Was that asshole here the entire time? “You son of a bitch!” Lucas screamed at the top of his lungs. “When I get out of here, I am going to fucking kill you!”

The mysterious captor did not answer back and Lucas continued to scream his rage as his humiliation from being witnessed. His screaming rage was suddenly interrupted as something hard slammed down on his naked ass.

Lucas bellowed in pain as he felt that object slam down again and again on his ass. This was different from that bare hand slap that made him feel funny before. This was pain, pure and simple. The beating was nonstop and soon the young man was crying out from pain instead of anger.

Blow after blow continued to rain down and the jock soon had no anger to hold on too. The pain consumed everything and his struggles only seemed to make things worse. Lucas couldn’t even remember to breathe through his mouth and the overwhelming smell of piss only added to his discomfort.

Tears flowed down his face as he tried to kick and scream like a little boy being punished. “I’m sorry!” he screeched as his voice was shrill.

The only answer to his cries of mercy was the painful blows to his ass. When he thought that he could not take another blow, more came pushing him past the point where he thought he could take it. Soon his voice gave out completely, but the pain was so much that he tried to scream anyways.

It took Lucas a while to realize that the blows to his ass had finally stopped. Unable to move, he just lay on the table heaving hoarsely. His eyes had stopped producing tears long ago and his face was covered with dried snot and tears.

With the pain still consuming all of his senses, he didn’t notice that the silence had returned. Even when he finally got control of his dry heaving, he still lay on the table unable to move. With the coolness of table feeling good on his face, Lucas felt himself drift away in the darkness. He only wished that when he woke up, this nightmare would finally end.

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A male nurse recalls several kinky encounters with patients while working at a sperm bank from new author Kris. Art by Franco.

Adventures at the Sperm Bank – Part 1
by Kris
Art by Franco
Series: Adventures at the Sperm Bank

Oh my God! It was crazy at the sperm bank today. I swear you’d think we were having a two for one sale as packed as the place was in the morning. It started to thin out around noon though. I still can’t believe how many men we get in here just because their wives want to get pregnant. These poor guys come in with their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open like they’ve just walked into a pile of dog shit. Some of them actually look scared. As if they’ve never jacked off alone at night before when their wives are out at some PTA meeting.

This one guy who came in today was something I’ll never forget. I’ve been doing this for five years now and thought I’d seen everything, but I’ve never seen anything like this. He must’ve been forty, but man he looked good. His chest was ripped. You could see the muscles even under his shirt. His skin was so tan I would have thought he spent days working outside in the sun, but when I asked he said he worked in an office somewhere. Just goes to show what tanning salons can do for a person.

Anyways, he walked through the doors and right away I knew he was gonna be trouble. Some guys come in and they can pick up a magazine or two, flip through it, and cum explodes of them. Other guys, like this one, have trouble getting it up when they think they’re being studied. Funny thing is, they are being studied. Well, kind of. I mean, that’s what the sperm sample is for.

So this guy walks in and comes right up to my desk. He looks at my name tag and smiles, real nervous like, “Nurse Greg,” he said. “I’m Michael Peters. Mike I mean. I have an appointment here today, at uh, one. I’m in a hurry too, so I was hoping that, you know, I could get this over with fast.” His eyes darted all around the room, like he was afraid someone might jump out and mug him. The first thing I needed to do is set him straight about a few things.

“The name’s Gregory,” I said. He looked at me, confused. I pointed to my name tag. “See here, it says Nurse Gregory. Now, how fast you get out of here depends entirely on you. Know what I mean?”

He sort of smiled and nodded his head, his eyes still real nervous. He licked his lips and this thick pink tongue slid out. I bet his wife was a real happy camper back at home. He filled out some forms and I handed him a cup.

“Right this way,” I said.

He followed me to a room off the hall. All our rooms are small and kind of dark. It makes it easier for the guys to think they’re at home in their own bedroom if the lights are dimmed. A pile of magazines sat spread out on a coffee table. More magazines were piled into a basket on the floor. There was a reclining chair and another straight back chair. And a sink, for after.

“Now,” I told him. “You just go ahead and pick out whatever magazine will help you. Take your time.”

“I’m in a hurry though,” he said. A thin film of sweat ran across his forehead.

“I understand that, but it’s not up to me how long you take. You get me?”

He nodded and I felt myself soften slightly towards the guy. He just looked so damned nervous.

“My wife is making me do this,” he said. “I wish she was here.”

“Well,” I said, trying to make him feel better, “if she was she probably wouldn’t let you look through all those magazines we’ve got piled over there, right?” And I winked at him.

His face flushed and I wondered how someone in his forties, so good looking he must’ve laid a hundred girls, could be so intimidated by a sperm bank.

“Anyways,” I said to him, stepping back into the hall, “just leave the sample on the tray when you’re done and let me know.” He nodded and I closed the door. I didn’t even give him a second thought.

I went back to my desk and starting sorting through some old files that we were updating in the computer. There were only two other people in the waiting room, one guy and a woman. They weren’t together, they were both waiting for someone. I was only five minutes into my work when Mike came out and stood next to my desk.

“All done?” I asked. He glanced at the woman and man sitting in the chairs.

“No,” he said shaking his head. He leaned in real close to me and I could smell his breath. It smelled like chocolate. “I’m having a problem,” he said, and glanced down towards his cock. I sighed.

“There are some more magazines and a few books inside the drawers under the sink. They have some special stuff in there.” I glanced back at the waiting room myself. “Fetish stuff,” I whispered. “Might be more to your liking.”

He smiled and got a gleam in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said, and left me back to my work. A woman came in and dropped off a bag with her husband’s sperm swimming around inside, and the two people in the waiting room left. Two more came in.

I was just finished with the first stack of files when Mike came back out. “All done?” I asked, getting up to go collect his sample from the room. He shook his head, looking nervous. “What is it then?” I asked.

“Er, um… the magazines,” he whispered. “They don’t… come with anything?”

“You mean like lube?” I asked. “There’s some on the table next to the chair in your room.”

He shook his head. “No, I mean like… toys? Or something more active?”

That’s when I knew this guy was a freak. Toys? At a sperm bank? We didn’t even have a teddy bear. “Sorry man,” I told him. “Nothing like that. Just do the best you can, okay?”

He nodded, obviously disappointed, at went back to his room. Almost thirty minutes had gone by and I was just starting to wonder whether I should check on him when I heard a soft tap from behind me. I turned and saw Mike’s head peeking around the corner of the wall in the hallway.

“Finished?” I asked, happy to get rid of this guy, but he didn’t move. His face was red and sweaty. He shook his head at me.

Now, what was weird about this was that the whole time I was looking at him, I was only seeing his head. Eventually I realized that he was trying to hide his body behind the wall, and I thought that maybe his cock was stuck at attention. It had happened before. There was a pill we could give a guy if they needed it, so I stepped out from behind my desk and headed towards him. Only then did I realize that he wasn’t wearing any pants. He scrambled back down the hall, his ass firm and golden as he raced back to his room before anyone could see him. I thought he was walking kind of funny but didn’t think much of it.

I was a little confused at this point. Why would he be naked in the hall? Maybe he got off that way? Either way, I couldn’t have him running around with his cock out like that, so I followed him to his room and opened the door.

What I saw inside… I swear I’ve never seen anything like that before. The guy had some sort of bondage magazine open and was trying to replicate something he’d seen in a picture. There was a thick cord wrapped around his cock. He must’ve brought it in with him because I’d never noticed it in the rooms before. It was like thick black shoe lace. I looked down at his shoes and realized it was his shoe laces. The fool had pulled them out. He’d tied them together to make one lone rope, then tied one end to his cock and the other end to his neck. I don’t what the hell that freak was trying to do, but he’d gotten himself stuck.

“Please help me,” he said. The tip of his cock was a shade of pink I’d never seen before. The cord was wrapped so tightly around him it was cutting off his circulation. “I can’t get it untied.” His lips curled down and he looked scared.

“Oh my jeez,” I said, walking up to him. I looked at the mass of knots he had lining his thick shaft, and was amazed that he’d taken the time for something so elaborate. Most guys who came in here just jerked off and left. His cock was swollen but I’m not sure it was the good kind of swollen. I reached down and began trying to undo his stupid knots.

His face was kind of pale, and his cock wouldn’t stay still for me. It kept jumping around in my hand each time I tried to get one of the knots undone. “Stop moving,” I told him.

“Sorry,” he said, taking a deep breath.

His balls were huge, like two fists, and I had to keep pushing them aside as I worked at the knots. Every time I touched his sacs his prick grew some more and made the knots harder to undo. I finally reached down with my hand and started massaging him, thinking it might help if he could relax. His balls were rough in my hand, but also tender. I could feel his pulse through his soft, creamy skin.

“Take a deep breath,” I told him. He followed my instructions and I just let my fingers tease his prick a little as my other hand continued massaging his balls. “Is that better?” I asked, when he seemed to get some more color in his face.

“Mmmhhhmmm,” he said. I started playing with the knots again and suddenly he jumped back. “Ouch!” he said. “That hurt!”

“Well this isn’t my fault. Just stand still and quit moving.”

Part of the rope was still tied behind his neck, and I thought maybe that was the problem. I pushed aside some of his sandy hair and the knot behind his neck came undone easily. He breathed a sigh of relief and I returned to the real problem, these crazy knots this guy had tied up along his cock.

“Man,” I said, “I don’t judge, but whatever you were trying to do, I don’t think this is how they do it.”

He blushed and looked away from me. Finally, I was fed up with trying to undo the knots and went searching for some scissors before his dick fell off. I found some in a drawer and pulled them out. Mike’s eyes went wide.

“What are you gonna do with those?” he asked.

“Cut this cord off,” I told him, as if that should have been obvious.

“Uh uh, you’re not getting those things anywhere near my cock.” He backed away from me until his back was against the wall.

“Come on,” I said. “I won’t cut you, just the shoe lace,” but he shook his head and his eyes bugged out till I was afraid they might fall out of his head.

“Fine,” I said, setting the scissors down and walking up to him. “Just stay put.” I had to get back to my desk and really didn’t have time for this. I reached down and began massaging his balls again. They were supple under my fingers. I liked the way their heat warmed my hands and I felt my cock bulge a little in my pants. I knelt down in front of him and slid my tongue over his balls. They swelled some more as my rosy tongue traced his cock from balls to tip. My tongue rolled over the thick cord wrapped around him and it felt strange in my mouth.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I grabbed the scissors and with one swift move cut the cord. “Hey!” he shouted. “You could have hurt me!”

“Oh shut up,” I told him and grabbed the cup he still had to fill. “You said you were in a hurry. Now let’s finish this thing up.”

“I can do it myself if you’re in such a hurry,” he said, reaching down to grab his cock. I swatted his hand away. “Like I’m gonna trust you in here alone again.” Then I pulled his cock into my mouth before he could say another word. He tasted sweet and his shaft was the color of honey with a pinkish hue brimming just behind it. I slid my tongue up and down him. Now that he was free of his constraints my tongue slid easily over his thick, throbbing shaft.

I moved my head up and down, turning my eyes up to him just once when he put his hand on my neck. I felt the brush of a cord rub against my skin and yanked it out of his hand, throwing it across the room before grabbing his rock hard balls. This guy was a real freak!

My lips were getting numb and this guy still hadn’t cum, so I started humming. Sometimes that helped when my girlfriend did that to me. I hummed the only thing I could think of—Jingle Bells. Over and over again I ran it through my mind. My lips buzzed against his cock and I reached out to grab his balls with my hand as I finally tasted the first inklings of precum from his sweet perfect hole.

My hands rubbed his balls faster and I licked him up and down, circling the tip of his massive throbbing cock with my pink tongue until his body shook. Then I pulled him deep into my mouth and grabbed his ass with my hands. It was firm and tight and I used it to push him deeper into me. Finally, I felt the first wave of convulsions flow over his body and pulled my mouth away, getting the cup under him just as he exploded.

I jiggled his cock a little to make sure that I’d gotten everything, then went to wash my hands. “Next time,” I told him. “Just bring your wife. It’ll be a lot easier for me.”

He blushed and nodded. “Thanks,” he said. “I, uh, guess I’ll get cleaned up and go.”

I went back to my desk and looked at the clock. Five minutes was all he was getting, then I was going back there and dragging him out of that room by his cock if I had to. I couldn’t handle any more freaky shit today.

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A submissive married male needs some bondage assistance to inspire his sample.

Adventures at the Sperm Bank – Part 2
by Kris
Art by Franco
Series: Adventures at the Sperm Bank

It was crazy slow at the sperm bank today. I still don’t know how I got through the morning. Christ it was boring. Two people came in between eight and noon. That’s it. Five people canceled their morning appointments. I played with my phone for a while but even that got boring.

After lunch, it wasn’t any better. Most of the afternoon was open. I had one guy scheduled at one, but after that, no one till three. So when this guy David Carmichael called and asked if he could switch his appointment from tomorrow to today, I told him no problem. Come on in any time.

Well, this David guy shows up right after I get back from lunch. It was just hitting one, and I was expecting that one o’ clock appointment right then, but that dude never even showed up. So it was just me and David.

He comes strutting in looking like he just stepped out of a country club and right away I could tell he thinks he’s hot shit, you know what I mean? He’s got on these designer khaki pants and a polo shirt that made him look like he belonged on a golf course instead of in a sperm bank. Hell, for all I know he had just finished eighteen holes with his country club buddies before coming in here.

So I give him the paper work to fill out, and ask if his wife will be joining him. “No,” he says. “She told me I had to come alone. She’s being kind of a bitch.” The guy’s face went white and his eyes bulged out of his head. “You don’t have to tell her I said that, do you?”

“No man, don’t worry about it.”

Only I couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “Of course if she calls and asks…” His face went pale again. “I’m sorry man,” I said, laughing. “I’m just fucking with you. She must be a real ball buster huh?”

The guy breathed a sigh of relief and the color went back in his cheeks. He had a nice tan and when I saw those muscles bulging under his shirt I figured he must spend all his time in the gym so he didn’t have to be around his wife.

“So you don’t have to tell her the results either, if they’re bad? I just—” he paused and looked around the room, real suspicious like, and leaned in close to me like he was afraid of people eavesdropping even though we were the only ones here. I thought maybe he was on drugs. My cousin used to do a lot of coke and he’d get all paranoid and shit like this too.

“I just don’t want her thinking I have a problem,” he said, confidentially. “You know what I mean?”

“Sure,” I told him, even though I didn’t at all know what he meant. I guess the guy didn’t want his wife thinking his jizz was junk. “Well alright David,” I said, “why don’t you follow me?”

I took him down the hall, which was covered in white paint that didn’t really look white anymore. It looked sort of yellow; some of the women complained about it, but the men never seemed to notice. I decided, since we were so slow, to take him to one of our “special” rooms. We called them the “love” rooms because that’s where couples sometimes went together when the guy was having a particularly difficult time getting things off.

The room was small but big enough for the job at hand. There were a couple of chairs, a small love seat, a TV, and a twin sized bed. Now we only had two rooms with a bed like this, so normally I would never have given it to this dude, but like I said, no one else was there. So I figured why not?

The guy’s eyes went wide when he saw the room. He actually stopped in the doorway. “Oh no,” he said. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t?” I asked him. “You ain’t even tried yet.”

He stared at me and I thought his sweat was gonna soak right through that polo shirt he was wearing. I’ve never seen a patient sweat so much.

“Relax,” I told him. “Just sit down, look at a magazine, and boom, you’re outta here. Easy peasy my friend.” But he just kept standing there, his hands clutching to the side of the door frame. Finally, I stuck my hand out and pushed him into the room. He gave me a look but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to stand here all day with this guy.

“Here’s a cup,” I said. He took it from me and sat down. I thought that was a good sign, that maybe he was starting to relax. I checked the time. It was only 1:15, so I told him to take his time. “See that button there on the wall?” I asked him. He nodded. “That’s for the front desk. If you need anything, just push it and I’ll come down here.” He stared at the button like it was a cockroach and I thought this dude was definitely on drugs, so I backed out of the room and left him to his business.

I shit you not—not a minute goes by before David is buzzing me. I have a little speakerphone on my desk that lets me communicate with any of the rooms, so I push my end on and hear David’s voice. He sounded real shaky, even though it had only been a minute since I left him.

“Yes Mr. Carmichael?”

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Yes, I hear you fine. How can I help you?”

“Hello? I can hear you.”

Oh my God. This guy was definitely on drugs.

“Good,” I said to him. “I can hear you too. Now what can I do for you?”

“This isn’t gonna work,” he said.

I sighed. Sometimes this happened. A guy gets in here, thinks he’s all that, then he can’t even get it up. “Have you looked at the magazines?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Well try those first. If that doesn’t work, then buzz me again. Okay.”

“Fine,” he said, but he didn’t sound at all happy about it.

Well two minutes later, who do you think should buzz me? That’s right, my good friend David. Now I knew he couldn’t have looked through all those magazines in two minutes. I mean, we had a crap ton of them in there. But I answered his call anyway.

“How can I help you?”

This time there was no response from him.

“David?” I asked.

I let it go, thinking maybe he was finally getting into things, but a minute later he buzzed me again. “Oh goddamn it!” I said, setting my phone down.

“What do you need my man?” I asked, hitting the speaker phone.

“Can you come down here?” he asked.

I sighed and got up from my chair.

When I opened the door David was naked. And I mean completely naked, like from head to toe. Christ the guy was built. It wasn’t just his arms that bulged with muscles. His chest was like a fucking mountain range. His skin was a sweet golden color that made my mouth kind of water. I assumed he got that from hanging out on the golf course. His cock was huge. Way bigger than most guys I’ve seen in here. His shaft was like a thick rope and his balls were like oversized tennis balls. The whole thing was limp as hell, which was an obvious problem.

“What do you need man?” I asked.

He shrugged and looked at the ground, like he was embarrassed. “Look man, we have a few videos if you think that will help. Here, I’ll hook you up.”

The guy waited patiently while I pulled open a drawer and scanned the dozen VHS movies stored in here. They were old, but they usually did the trick. “Got any preferences?” I asked him, but he only shrugged again and averted his eyes. I thought he looked like the kind of guy who might like a nice threesome, so I threw in one of those videos for him and got out of there.

I went back to my desk and was checking my email when the buzzer went off again. “For the love of God,” I mumbled, hitting the speaker phone. “What?”

“Could you come down here please?” he asked.

“Now David,” I said, deciding to try a different approach. “David my man, you ain’t been in there long enough to give things a chance. Why don’t you give it a few minutes? Pick out a different video if you like. Then, if things don’t work, we’ll figure something out.”

“Fine,” he said. I sat back in my chair and got back to my email. Fifteen minutes had gone by and I was feeling good, thinking that things had finally worked out for the guy. The buzzer went off and I answered it a lot more cheerfully.

“All done?”

“Can you come down here please?” he asked.

“Are you done?” I asked again. But he didn’t answer. I sighed and got up.

I opened the door saw David sitting on the bed. His cheeks were red. I closed the door and stood waiting. “Well?” I asked. “What do you need?”

I swear his face turned into a goddamn beet. “I need, uh… help,” he mumbled. It was already two o’clock. They guy had been here for an hour and hadn’t gotten anywhere, but I wasn’t about to jerk him off. His cock still hung limp between his legs though, and I just wanted to get him the hell out of here.

“What exactly do you want me to do?” I asked.

He shrugged and turned his eyes to the ground. I was getting pretty fed up at this point. How am I supposed to help the guy if he won’t tell me what he needs?

“Are you gay? Is that it? We got plenty of gay magazines here man.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head.

“The magazines don’t work?”

“No.”

“And the videos don’t work?”

“No.”

“Well I’m not getting you a hooker, if that’s what you’re asking for.”

“No!” he cried, his eyes looking frightened at the idea.

“So what the hell is it man?” I asked.

Finally, he nudged something towards me with his foot. I hadn’t even noticed it before. There was a small bag on the ground. He must’ve brought it in with him. I looked at him and his brow was sweating again. If his face got any redder, I thought I might have to send him to the emergency room. I walked over and picked up the bag. Inside was some black nylon rope and a set of handcuffs.

I looked at the guy and my mouth dropped open. “No way,” I sad.

“Please,” he said. He could barely look at me.

“Uh uh.” I started backing away from the room. This guy wasn’t on drugs; he was just a freak.

“My wife is gonna kill me if I don’t get this done man,” he said. “This is the only way that I can… you know.” His eyes were wide and wet. I couldn’t believe it; he was actually crying!

My heart went out to him. Hell, my own wife had busted my balls enough times for me to have a little sympathy of the guy.

“Look man, there must be something you can do on your own.”

“There isn’t,” he said. His eyes pleaded with me. I took a deep breath and let it out.

“Lay back on the bed,” I told him. His face lit up and I knew I was getting myself into a whole heap of trouble here, but I just couldn’t say no to a man with that much anxiety over his crazy wife.

There was a headboard that ran across the top of the bed with vertical bars running across it. I took out the handcuffs. “You got keys for these, right man?”

He nodded. “In the bag.” I double checked, then slapped the cuffs on his wrists and hooked him up to those little bars in the headboard. As soon as he was cuffed his back arched and I saw his cock start to grow. It stopped short though, and I knew it was gonna take more than that. The black nylon rope was interesting. My Boy Scout days came back to me. I tied a slip knot around each ankle and then tied the other end of the rope to the bottom of the bed frame.

His cock started to bounce. I’ve never seen anything like it. First it got bigger, then it got smaller, then bigger, and smaller, like it was breathing or something. I finally got so sick of watching it that I reached out and grabbed the guy’s cock before it could go back down.

“Ohhh,” he moaned. His back arched and the rope tightened around his ankles. It looked like it hurt to me, but he seemed really into it, so I let it be. I started massaging his cock for him. His cheeks got pink and that golden chest of his started to rise and fall fast. His shaft was thick and hard in my hand; the longer I stroked him the thicker he got. I felt his body pulse as I jerked my and up and down, moving my fingers down to his balls.

His cock was like a tire iron now it was so hard. His balls stiffened into soccer balls, but as fast and hard as I moved my hand over him, he couldn’t seem to cum. I went at him a few more minutes, watching the dark purple tip of his cock glisten under my hard stroking hand, but when there was still nothing more, I laid my head in his lap. His whole body jerked as I moved my tongue up and over his cock, resting it against his rock hard balls before sliding it up over his thick and creamy shaft, ending on that luscious tip. I heard the handcuffs clink as his arms tightened and he writhed with pleasure under me.

I pulled him into my mouth. His cock was so big I could barely fit it all in me. Then I moved my head up and down, gliding my tongue over him as I sucked his cock harder and harder until finally I tasted the sweet precum as it oozed out of him. His body wouldn’t stay still, even tied up like it was. I moved my head faster and faster, bobbing up and down as I licked his thick, throbbing shaft before pulling it deeper into my mouth. Finally, I reached under him and spread his ass cheeks with one hand, rubbing my thumb over his pink little nub before plunging it inside him.

It was like the guy was having a seizure. His body wiggled and writhed and before I knew it a stream of cum shot out and hit my eye ball.

“Christ man,” I said, wiping at my face.

“Sorry,” he said. I picked the cup up and wiped as much as I could off my face and into the cup. The guy had shot a crap load, so I knew it would be alright. There was plenty there for the tests the doctors needed to do.

“I should leave you tied up for that,” I told him. But he got a twinkle in his eye when I said that so I undid his cuffs right away. I really didn’t need any more of this freaky shit today.

“Now get dressed and get outta here,” I told him when he was untied. “Oh hey and next time, bring a bigger rope. I barely got that thing to stretch.”

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A patient is ordered to supply a rather large specimen requiring multiple loads.

Adventures at the Sperm Bank – Part 3
by Kris
Art by Franco
Series: Adventures at the Sperm Bank

Sperm banks can get real busy. You wouldn’t think so, but it’s true. I worked at one for twelve years, and let me tell you, there were days when I came home after a ten hour shift too exhausted to even microwave something for dinner. A lot of those days start to blend together after a while, but there is one in particular that I’ll never forget.

I got to the office at seven o’ clock. Our doors opened at eight, so we always got there an hour early just to set things up. There were already two people in line. Now that was a little unusual. I mean, we were busy a lot of the time, like I said, but we didn’t normally have people waiting in line. I was unlocking the door and a third person showed up. All men. I started to look around and wonder what the hell was going on. It was May. May was not normally our busy time.

Yes, there are busy times for sperm banks. Everyone wants to conceive around the holidays, so starting in November you’ve got women coming in to get donations, and more women forcing their husbands to come down and have their junk checked before they have can get pregnant. That rush lasts until just about Valentine’s Day, then dies down again until summer, when it starts all over.

Anyways, May is not our normal busy time. So when I looked out the door again fifteen minutes after my arrival and saw five more guys in line, some with their wives, I turned to my co-worker Conrad and asked what the hell was going on.

“You haven’t heard?” Conrad asked, trying not to laugh.

“Heard what?” I asked him.

“Some crazy psychic went on the Tonight Show and told women everywhere that the next three days were the optimal time to get pregnant, according to astrological signs or whatever psychics use. She said that if you get pregnant in the next seventy-two hours your kid will be a goddam genius. The next President of the United States. Can you believe that?”

“And people believed her?”

“Oh yeah,” Conrad said.

It was just about time to unlock the doors and I had everything all ready to go. The first five people in line had appointments right at eight. The next twelve were early. They had to sit and wait. The morning went by real fast. Women were sitting with their husbands, looking extra pretty, going into the rooms with their guys when it was their time and coming out with their lipstick smeared and their hair messed up.

Around one in the afternoon, I’d just gotten back from lunch, and this guy comes, real squirrely-like, and looks around the waiting room. He was forty or so, with dark hair and a good looking body.

“Can I help you?” I ask him.

“Yeah,” he says. “I need to, uh, get things checked, you know.”

“Do you have an appointment?” He nodded and I looked up his name. Bill Grady.

“Mr. Grady,” I said, looking at him, “your appointment time was for nine this morning.”

He licked his lips and I realized he was sweating all over. His shirt was getting stained.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I just, I wasn’t sure I could… do this. But my wife says if I don’t do it now then I gotta sleep on the couch tonight. Please man, can’t you help me out?”

The waiting room was still packed. I double checked his order and saw that his doctor had ordered an unusually large sample. That was gonna take some time.

“I’m sorry Mr. Grady, I can’t today. If you come back tomorrow I may be able to fit you in.”

“Please!” he shouted, jumping a little at the sound of his own voice. “My wife, she’ll kill me! I gotta get this done in the next forty-eight hours, she said.”

“Did she watch that thing with the psychic too?” I asked him, starting to feel bad for the guy. He nodded. “You know that psychic said seventy-two hours, not forty-eight,” I told him. “You still have a little time.”

“She thinks the doctor’s gonna give me some kind of medication and wants to give it time to kick in.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “Alright man, have a seat. I’ll fit you in when I can.”

His face relaxed and he started grinning, but it was a nervous grin. “Thanks so much,” he said and went to take his seat.

After a while, a man called with a cancellation, so I just slotted Mr. Grady into his time. We were still real busy when I called his name. He bounced out of his seat like he’d been shot in the ass with a pellet gun and came running up to my desk.

“That’s me!” he said. “I’m Bill Grady!” Then his eyes went wide and he looked around the room, covering his mouth with his hands. I guess he thought he was being too loud. He didn’t want anyone to know who he was, as if anyone there was going to care.

I led him down the hall and to a door on his left. It was kind of a cold room. Typical doctor’s office type stuff except that instead of an exam table they had a large chair you could sit in, and there were a pile of nudey magazines on the counter. Grady sat in the chair and immediately began to pull his cock out.

“Whoa,” I said, “you wanna wait till I’m gone?”

He smiled, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’m just anxious to get this over with I guess.”

“Sure, I understand, but there’s a few things I have to go over with you first. Your doctor has requested a rather large sample. It’s a little unusual.”

Grady’s cheeks burned a bright pink. “It’s my wife. She’s insisting our doctor check me for every hereditary disease known to man.”

“I see. Well, it might take you a little longer to get it all. You might need to rest between ejaculations.”

“Um, just how much does my doctor want exactly?” Grady asked.

I held out a plastic cup about the size of something you’d find at a barbeque. “Oh,” he said. “That is kind of a lot, huh?”

I handed him a second cup of the same size and his eyes went crazy. “You don’t mean…?”

I nodded. “Sorry man, that’s how much the doctor’s asking for. So you just lean back, take all the time you need. Only not too much time. I need this room again in twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes!” Grady shouted, his face going pale.

“Don’t worry,” I told him. “You’ll be fine. Just take your time. Just not too much time. We’re real busy today.”

I shut the door and left Grady to his business. About five minutes later I was dealing with a cranky woman who was demanding her husband’s sperm be returned to her. Apparently he had donated some when he was in college, and she didn’t like the idea of any other women getting their hands on his spunk.

While I was trying to deal with her, Grady peeked his head around the corner. I looked at him for a second and saw his face was still real pale. He looked out at the waiting room and the woman yelling at me. Finally, she left, and he slowly moved towards my desk, trying to cover his face with his hands so no one could see him.

“Excuse me,” he said.

“Everything okay?” I asked him. I knew he couldn’t be done. Not with that much to fill.

“I just…” His cheeks began to burn and I didn’t think he was gonna be able to say whatever the problem was right there in front of everyone, so I led him back to his room.

“So what’s going on, Mr. Grady?” I asked him.

“I just don’t think I can do this. I mean, no man could… right?”

I looked at the cups and thought he might be right, but I didn’t want to say that. “Sure you can,” I told him. “Look, I’ll do you a favor. We have a few special magazines we keep out of reach because they tend to go missing, know what I mean? I’ll give you a few to check out. See if that helps.”

His body relaxed and he took the magazines gratefully. I went back to my desk and started checking in the next rush of people. There was a fat guy who showed up with a hooker. A hooker! Stilettos and a mini skirt and one of those shirts that looks like a bra. I’m not shitting you. I tried to tell him that sort of thing wasn’t allowed, but he didn’t care. He insisted she go into the room with him.

During all that, who should tap on my shoulder but Grady. I turned around and snapped. “What is it?” He opened his mouth but no sound came out. I shook my head, frustrated, while the fat guy with the hooker tried to slip by me. “Go back to your room,” I told him. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

He went away without a word and I got so busy I almost forgot about him. Finally, I went and knocked on his door. When I got inside he had one cup sitting in front of his cock, his hand moving real fast. “Sorry,” I said.

“No, come in,” he pleaded. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. “This is all I can get,” he said, holding the cup out to me. “Is that enough?”

I looked inside and barely saw anything more than few strands of iridescence. “No,” I told him, handing the cup back. “That’s not even close.”

“Well there’s no way I can do this,” he said, rocking his back in his chair.

There was a hammering on the door and Conrad shouted, “The hooker just bit someone!”

“Wait a minute and try again,” I told him and ran outside. Grady didn’t look too happy, but I didn’t have time for this. I ran back to the waiting room and a new hooker was there. Seems the first one had called a friend of hers. The fat guy was ecstatic.

“Look man,” I told him. “I’m this close to calling the police on you.”

There was a loud crash from the back of the hallway and Conrad and I turned our heads. “What the hell was that?” Conrad asked.

“I’ll go find out, just get rid of this guy,” I told him. Back down the hall outside Grady’s room I heard another crash. I opened the door and saw Grady on the floor, magazines and specimen cups lying all around him in a pile.

“What the…”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was trying to reach that vase up on the shelf there and I fell.”

“Why did you want the vase?”

His cheeks turned red. “I thought if I filled it with water and stuck my cock in it might help. You know, warm and wet?”

I shook my head. Grady’s twenty minutes were already up and I needed the room. Conrad came pounding on the door and yelled, “The first hooker hit the second hooker, and how they’ve both called their pimps.”

Oh my God. I couldn’t deal with all this. “I don’t have any more time for your games,” I told Grady, grabbing his cock and pushing him into a chair. “It’s not that difficult, for crying out loud.”

I started moving my hand over his cock. Grady squirmed in the chair, trying to get out, but I had pimps on the way and hookers biting people, I had to finish this guy off and send him on his way. So I moved my hand fast over his shaft. He finally settled down and when his shaft started swelling in my hand I knew we were good.

His cock was a creamy milk color with light purple undertones that only grew the more I touched him. My hand was huge and fit around him perfectly. His dark purple tip seemed almost to swell as I circled my forefinger over him, licking my fingers before rubbing his tip faster and faster while I cradled his balls with my other hand.

His balls were hard as rocks and his shaft was almost as smooth as a porcelain statue. I stroked him up and down, squeezing his tip between my fingers before running my hand back down over his thick, throbbing cock.

Finally, his head fell back and cum spurted out of him. There was a ton of it; I knew this guy was ripe when I came in here. I caught it in the cup.

“I can’t do it again man,” he said, but I ignored him. I traced my fingers up and over his big, thick shaft, leaning in close to lick his balls with my tongue. His body quivered as I began licking him like an ice cream cone. He tasted like sugar to me and I decided to pull him into my mouth and help speed things up. I opened wide and drew him inside me. My lips wrapped around his cock and I began to move my head back and forth.

Grady moaned and I placed my right hand on his thigh, massaging it as I sucked on his throbbing cock. I circled his perfect purple tip with my tongue and felt the shiver rush up his spine. His toes actually curled. I pushed him deeper into my mouth. His cock hit my tonsils as I swirled my tongue around his shaft, holding him inside me. Then I began to move my head again. His ass tightened up and his legs started to kick. I tasted the first stands of his sweet, honey flavored cum and pulled my head off him just in time to catch it.

I gotta admit, I was impressed. So much cum came out of this guy the second time that it made me wonder if he’d ever been blown before. It was like he had back stock of the stuff.

“Are we done?” he asked.

“Nope, we still have that other cup to fill.”

“Oh boy, I don’t know how I’m going to,” he said.

I thought about it a second then reached forward and pulled him out of the chair, spinning him around and pushing him down, so that his chest hung over the back of the chair and his ass stuck out at an angle with his knees on the cushion of the chair. He was so surprised he didn’t try to fight me. He spun his head around and I told him to stay put.

I reached around his front and grabbed his cock with my left hand. I started stroking his shaft, which was the size of a baseball bat only three times as thick. With my right hand I massaged the pink center between his ass cheeks. His body tensed at first, but I licked my fingers and started sliding them over that tight little opening until it seemed to grow a little wider. Then I stuck my thumb in there and wiggled it around. His whole body shook like nothing I’d ever seen.

I pulled harder on his cock with my left hand, still stroking that massive throbbing shaft as I pulled my thumb out and licked my pointer finger, sticking it deep into his opening. I began to tease him, inserting my fingers then pulling them out. I massaged his perfect pink rosebud with my tongue before sliding two thick fingers deep inside him. His body began to shake and I knew he was close. I squeezed his balls and massaged his ass, kissing his prostate with my fingers as I wiggled them inside his perfect tight ass.

Finally, cum exploded from him like I’ve never seen before. I grabbed the second cup and filled it all the way up, but it was still coming out, so I topped off the first one and grabbed a smaller cup sitting on the counter.

“There,” I said, putting lids on everything. “All done. I hope this makes your wife happy.”

Conrad banged on the door just then. “The pimps just showed up. They brought more hookers! They’re giving out two for one coupons!”

“Oh jeez,” I said. “Grady, you’re good to go. I gotta run. Your doctor should have the results before that crazy psychic’s time estimate is up.”

“Thanks man,” Grady said. Then I ran out of the room to deal with the hooker situation.

Man, that was one crazy day.

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Afghan Hell: Part 5 – A Hairy Time
by DonaldSteve
Art by Amalaric
Series: Afghan Hell

Fry’s eyes squinted against the low sun which burnished his brows and beard stubble to a glittering gold. His arms were covered in more hair than Grey had ever seen on a blonde guy. The thick dense growth of hair about one inch long lay almost flat to the skin and resembled an animals pelt. It covered his forearms with long tendrils that moved and waved in the light breeze.. This hair grew past the elbows onto his biceps in a fine glittering sheen that disappeared beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. Dozens of long stray hairs stuck straight out of the curving bulges of his biceps, catching the sun’s rays and reflecting hard white lights. “Good morning Fry. Today’s session will be longer than is usual. Take it like a man and you will win their respect.” He nodded at the guards and at a few soldiers that had come out to watch. “My students are up and having breakfast and will shortly come out to inspect you,“ he moved towards Fry and looked at him closely. “Now I want you to take off your shirt.”

Fry stood his ground with a defiant grin on his face. “Do it yourself you fucking little cocksucker.” His defiance turned dark with rage. “If this is how you get your kicks you can go and fuck yourself.” With that Fry brought up his bound hands and tried to throttle Grey yelling, “What kind of bastard are you?” The guards dragged him off, holding him tightly by his arms. Grey, who had fallen, staggered to his feet and holding his neck massaged it. His voice came out as a croak. “Fry you will regret that.” He pointed at him and yelled at two of the guards. “Strip him”. The guard’s cut the plastic cuffs holding his wrists together and, while Fry struggled, pulled at his shirt and yanked it up over his head. Fry struggling was aware of rope or cord being attached to his hands. Suddenly all the guards fell away and Fry was left standing under the cross bar between the two posts. His arms raised to shoulder level dangled from the cords. The weak sun illuminated his bare chest and shoulders, catching instantly on the fine blonde hair that covered most of his body, sparking off the thick course tendrils that covered his chest and arms

Grey stood in front t of him again wiping a bloody nose with the side of his hand. “I have tried to show you some consideration Fry and this is how you repay me. I am very disappointed.” he gave a nod and the winding gear was put in motion. Fry felt a jerk on his arms as they rose upwards towards the pulleys. He then noticed that the leather straps were buckled around each thumb between the first and second joint. As his arms were slowly raised Grey moved around his prisoner, openly admiring his strength and physique. Standing behind Fry he watched the strong muscular arms rising upwards. The bulging biceps wobbled with the movement, the lightly tanned skin of his shoulders and back rippling over sinuous muscles as he fought against the pull of the cords. The hair on his head was crew cut, thick, and light blonde. Spreading down the back of his neck onto his nape where there was a thin covering of fine golden hair. The whole of his long wide back and shoulders was covered in very fine soft down that shone like silver in the sun. Extending right down to the small of his back it lengthened into a gold coloured cushion of short straight hairs. On each side of his back over the end of the rib cage more small pale coloured hairs grew in a soft pad laying flat against the skin with a few rogue ones sticking out catching shafts of light. His shoulders too had a few stray hairs standing stiffly up away from the skin; they were about half inch long and caught the rays of the sun as they stirred in the light breeze. The men working the cords on the pulley stopped as Fry’s arms went taut and Grey dismissed his men and told them to take a break. He would call for them later.

Fry looked back over his shoulder. Is all this necessary Grey? “For God’s sake just kill me now.” Grey circled Fry’s body. “No” said Grey. “That would be too easy. You have always known that it could eventually come to this. That you would suffer. You made it your destiny by first attacking me two years ago. I thought you were a young upstart. Now I realised I should have stopped you then.” Thick white blonde hairs bushed up from Fry’s buttocks above the fabric of his shorts reflecting the bright rays of the low sun. The backs of his thighs and calves were also covered in a dense covering of white gold pelt-like hair. Grey walked round to face Fry. His was still amazed that a man’s face could be so stunning. His features were perfectly symmetrical and could have been that of a male model gracing a glossy magazine. Brilliant blue eyes looked out from under dark lashes contrasting with his blonde brows. His jaw and upper lip was heavily shadowed by glittering dark gold stubble. The stubble extended down over the whole length of his neck to cover his Adams apple, where it’s texture started to soften and its length increase. It grew without a gap down over his collarbone to join the thick mat of hair that covered his chest. Grey’s breath quickened and he reached out with a slightly trembling hand and allowed the backs of his fingers to trail down Fry’s chest. The thick pectoral muscles padded his wide chest above a long hard flat stomach. The muscles of his chest and upper arms were bunched up due to the way he was tied. The entire span and depth of his chest was covered in a glittering matt of straight blonde hair that grew spike-like but flat against the skin. It swept upwards in patterns towards the breadth of his thick wide shoulders and plunged sideways towards his armpits and down to the level of his nipples, where it whorled in circles around them, creating longer spider-like spikes of hair. Grey stepped back and let his gaze wander down Fry’s body. The taut flat muscular abdomen was covered in a haze of white blonde down that grew gradually inwards to form a hard straight line of longer stiff golden hairs that bisected his stomach plunging from the middle of his chest to his navel. Here it spun in circles and spread wide across his whole abdomen, lengthening as it disappeared below the waistband of his shorts. Grey stepped back and looked down past his shorts. Strong muscular legs covered in inch long white gold hair that glittered in the bright yellow light of the morning sun. Hair that grew to the tops of his large wide feet sparkled onwards to his toes. He stepped forward and again lifted his hand towards Fry. Stroked the thick white gold hair on his upper chest, and felt the rasp of the hard hair there. Fry’s nostrils flared and he gasped, “Fuck off. Get your bloody hands off me,” and, bringing his knee up, attempted to connect with Grey’s groin. Grey was too quick and laughing leapt away. He stepped over to the winding tackle and turning the handle winched Fry’s arms higher. Fry’s heels left the ground and he was left gasping trying to keep a hold onto the ground with his feet.

Grey leant towards him his mouth against Fry’s cheek. ”You are going to suffer now Matt. All day.” He took a step back looking at Fry’s face again. The bright blue eyes. The dark lashes. At the thick white blonde hair on his head, just falling over the tops of his ears. Even the small hairs on his ears were visible in the bright reflecting light from the sun. Fry’s head was sandwiched hard between his thick biceps. The skin of his underarms was pale and tender with a thick wad of dirty yellow hair filling the deep cavities that his upraised arms created. This yellow hair made a streak down his sides for several inches and in turn grew upwards along the delicate undersides of his biceps moving halfway towards his elbows and even spread out round the top of his biceps, not quite merging with the fine hair that covered that area. It spread in tiny curving yellow hairs towards his chest making a bee line for his nipples but getting swallowed up in the line of thick paler hair that followed the base of his pectorals. Suddenly Grey grabbed his armpits on each side. One in each hand and tugged down hard on a small handful of hair. Fry clenched his teeth and groaned as Grey pulled harder. Fry attempted to knee Grey again but failed and gasped as Grey released him.

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