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A online message from a kink-curious 18 yo to an older man leads to a budding relationship in this excerpt from Alan Baker Charlie’s new novel “Chores”.

Excerpt from Chores
by Alan Baker Charlie
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Chapter One

I came home from work one Friday evening, logged into my favorite website, and received a notification about a message from one of the other members. I immediately went to my mailbox and read the message:
Alan, I see from your profile that you live in the same area as myself. I’m 18 years old, and I’m new to the whole male chastity experience. I’d really like to meet you. I see that from the photos you posted that you have several chastity devices. I couldn’t help wondering if you might have one I could borrow.

I chuckled at this message, and pulled up his profile. The young man had posted one slightly out-of-focus photo of himself. He had taken the photo in front of a mirror using a cell phone, which partly obscured his face. He had tousled light brown hair, nice features, a thin frame, and lots of freckles. He wore glasses with black frames. His pubic area was hairy, but his chest was nearly free of hair, except for a tiny bit below his navel and another tiny patch right in the middle of his upper chest.

I sat and thought about his unusual request, and then I wrote back: I have another idea. Would you consider coming over here and doing some chores for me? If you do a good job, I’ll give you one of mine to keep. I chuckled some more and hit the send button.

I clicked on a link to view some profiles, then I went into the members’ forum to read messages that people had posted. After a while I went back to my inbox, and saw his reply.

Yes, sir. I’m willing to do chores for you. May I come by tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.? If so, please send me your address.

I chuckled some more, and sent him my address.

Next morning at 9 a.m. sharp the doorbell rang. I opened the door and invited him in, feeling impressed with how handsome he was. He was dressed in sneakers, blue jeans and a white t-shirt. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and I learned his name was Eddie. He said he was eager to get started. I brought him into the kitchen and told him I wanted him to start by polishing my silver. I explained that I had inherited various silver dishes and utensils from my grandparents.

“Before we start,” Eddie said, “I have an unusual request.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Is it okay if I strip and work naked?”

I coughed and felt my cheeks burn, but I said, “Oh sure, no problem.” Eddie immediately shucked his shirt, removed his shoes, pulled off his blue jeans and his plaid boxer shorts and put them all in a pile on the kitchen table.

“Now I have another unusual request,” said Eddie. “Would you please take my clothes and put them somewhere else so I won’t know where they are? I want to feel truly naked. Know what I mean?”

“Sure, Eddie,” I replied. “I understand.” I suddenly felt very warm and the thought of taking a cold shower occurred to me. “Wait here and I’ll be right back.” I picked up his things and carried them off to my bedroom, where I placed them in a drawer.

I returned to the kitchen and started pulling out the silver. I handed him a cloth and the silver polish and showed him how to apply the polish to the silver. For fifteen minutes I brought him items and supervised as he polished them all and laid them out on the kitchen counter. Once everything had been rubbed carefully – the silver, I mean – I had him rinse all the items in warm water and then dry them with clean towels. By this time I was feeling a bit faint from being around a naked, blue-eyed eighteen-year-old. I had a bulge in my pants, and I still felt like I needed a cold shower. As he was drying the items, I excused myself, went to the bedroom, grabbed his clothing and shoes, and put everything in my gym bag. I went outside and locked the gym bag in my trunk. I was fully ready to return everything to him whenever he asked, but I couldn’t resist getting his clothes totally out of his control. I was getting a charge from knowing I had them under lock and key. I returned to the kitchen.

“Okay, what’s next?” he asked. My bed, I thought, wishing hard we could be there.

“I’d like for you to clean my bathroom,” I said.

“Sure,” he replied. He followed me to the bathroom, and I pulled out some cleaning supplies. He helped me clear the bathroom counter of all my stuff. We set everything on my bed temporarily. Then he cleaned the counter, washed the mirror, scrubbed the shower, cleaned the toilet and washed the floor. I gave him a clean towel to dry the counter, and then we put everything back on it.

“Good job,” I said, feeling very pleased.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“Vacuuming,” I said.

“Of course,” he replied. He followed me to the hallway closet, and I helped him get the vacuum out and plugged into an outlet. He began vacuuming the living room, and then we moved it to my bedroom, the guest room and my study. “Now what?” he asked as we put the vacuum back in the closet.

“Polishing the dining room table,” I said.

“Sure,” said Eddie. I gave him a cloth and the furniture polish, and he was done in minutes.

“Now what?” he asked.

“I’d like for you to paint the kitchen,” I said.

“Sure thing,” he replied cheerfully. I was really beginning to like this kid. We went to the garage, found the paint, paint brushes, etc., and returned to the kitchen where I gave him newspaper to put on the floor in case of drips. I pried up the lid on the paint can and put him to work stirring the paint. Leaving him alone for a few minutes, I went to my bedroom and changed into my painting clothes.

“Don’t you want to paint naked?” Eddie asked when he saw me.

“I’m just not ready for that yet,” I replied.

“I don’t mean to pressure you,” he said. We both laughed.

“Anyway, before we start, let’s have a snack,” I said. We raided the refrigerator and fixed ourselves snacks and drinks.

“So, Eddie, are you in college?” I asked.

“Nah, I’m still in high school,” he said. “I just turned 18 before Thanksgiving, and this is my senior year.”

Yikes, I thought to myself. He’s so young. “What are you planning to do after high school?”

“I’m hoping to get a job this summer, and then go to college in the Fall.” We continued talking about his plans for college as we finished eating. As we started painting I used a smaller brush and painted along the trim. I gave him a roller. From time to time I took a break so I could watch him paint, wishing my abs looked more like his.

We talked about what it was like being gay in high school. Eddie told me he had come out to his parents and to two of his closest friends. He said most of his classmates didn’t know, or if they did know, they didn’t make comments about his sexual orientation. He wasn’t openly dating guys, but he was hoping to acquire a car with the earnings from his summer job, and he hoped to find some gay friends in college. He said his parents were acting as though he was going through some adolescent phase that would soon resolve itself on its own. He probably noticed the shocked look on my face, but he changed the subject before I could express some not-so-nice thoughts about his parents and their parenting skills.

Painting the kitchen took more than two hours, but it looked great when we were finished. I examined the walls carefully for any flaws in the paint job, and made a few tiny adjustments with my brush. Pointing at the paint splotches on Eddie’s arms, I asked, “Ready for a shower?”

“Of course,” he replied. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I need one too,” I said. “Do you have any wet paint on your feet?” We wiped our bare feet carefully on the newspaper before walking across the carpet to the master suite. When I reached the bathroom I turned on the faucet so the water would warm up.

Eddie pointed at a metal ring that hung above the shower. “What’s that for?” he asked.

“A guy I used to date convinced me to install that,” I said. “He and I would take turns handcuffing the other person to the ring. That way we could have our way with the other person. You know, complete control.”

“Sounds like fun,” said Eddie. “Can we do that?”

Oh my God, I thought to myself, feeling weak in the knees. “Um, sure,” I said. “I’m game.”

“Let’s flip a coin to see who gets handcuffed first.”

“Okay,” I said. I found a quarter on my dresser.

“Heads, I get handcuffed, and tails you get handcuffed,” said Eddie.

“Okay,” I said again, flipping the coin.

“Tails!” exclaimed Eddie, seeing how the coin landed. “Cool!”

Oh my, I thought to myself, reaching for the key above the cabinet where I kept my sex toys. I unlocked the cabinet and found the handcuffs and a small chain and lock for fastening them to the metal ring. I set them on the counter.

“Naked time,” said Eddie, cheerfully, pointing at my shirt.

“Okay, okay,” I said, peeling off my shirt and pants and leaving them on the bathroom floor. I held out my hands so he could fasten the handcuffs. “Don’t make them too tight,” I said. “Just tight enough to make me secure.”

“Okay,” said Eddie, carefully tightening the handcuffs around my wrists. We stepped into the shower and he locked me to the metal ring using the lock and the small chain. “I’m glad you’re naked,” said Eddie. “I’ve been wanting to see you naked all day. It was all I could think about,” he said. Instantly I got a boner, and without hesitation he sunk to his knees and began sucking on my penis, which responded very quickly with a raging hard-on. “Whoa, there buddy,” said Eddie, standing up. “I don’t want you to shoot your load too fast.” He reached over and grabbed my shampoo. “Do you mind if I wash your hair?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied. I closed my eyes as he rubbed my head with the shampoo, massaging my scalp. My penis ached with desire, and I was totally helpless to do anything about it. After a few minutes he grabbed the soap and began washing me with it. He lifted the shower head off and began rinsing me from head to toe. Then he grabbed the soap and washed me again, his hands lingering around my privates. I felt him squeeze my balls. “Do you like how that feels?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. My penis rose to attention again as I felt the ball-squeeze pain. “God, yes.”

“Okay, buddy,” said Eddie. “Don’t get too excited. You can’t shoot your load yet. So, what do you have in the cabinet? I’m really curious.”

“You can check it out if you want,” I replied.

“Okay, cool,” he said. He left the shower and looked in the cabinet. I could hear him setting a few items down on the counter. Returning to the shower, he asked, “Okay if I put a blindfold on you?”

“Sure,” I said. A few seconds later he had it fastened around my head.

“Cool,” he said. “Okay if I put a ball gag on you?” he asked.

“Okay,” I said. Oh God! I thought to myself, as my penis rose to attention again.

Eddie fastened the ball gag, and my penis ached with desire again.

Eddie retrieved another item from the counter and returned to the shower, putting one hand on my abdomen. I felt him pressing a dildo gently against my ass. After a few seconds of gentle pressure, he had it inserted. “You know, this is the first time I’ve ever had sex,” he said. “So far, it’s awesome. I’ve watched porn before, so I have some idea of what to do.” Eddie rubbed my shoulders for a few minutes.

“Are you ticklish?” he asked, suddenly digging his fingers into my armpits. I erupted in laughter. “Yeah, you’re ticklish,” he said.

“Can you take a larger dildo up the ass?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” I said through the ball gag. He pulled the smaller one out, dropped it in the sink and returned to the shower with the larger one. I felt him pressing it against my ass, and he pushed it in, again with gentle pressure. This one had a handle, and he used it to fuck me, pushing it and pulling it for several minutes. I was in heaven, delirious with desire, my penis aching.

Eddie pulled the dildo out and dropped it in the sink. He unfastened the ball gag.

“Do you have sex often?” he asked.

“No, not really,” I admitted. “I’m not really the outgoing type, so I’m not active like some other gay guys.”

“Do you have any STDs?” he asked.

“No,” I replied.

“Neither do I,” said Eddie. “Like I said, this is the first time I’ve had sex.” Eddie picked up the soap and started rubbing it on me again. He stood behind me with his hands on my abs. I felt his penis pushing against my ass, and I gasped. Immediately I pushed back against his penis, willing my ass to open and let his penis in. Eddie, sensing my willingness, pushed his penis slowly in and then began fucking me. Responding to my moans of excitement, he began to move more rapidly until I began feeling his body pounding against mine, his dick hard as a rock inside me. Eddie reached his climax, pumping his seed deep inside me, and holding me tightly as his penis began to relax.

“That felt sooo good,” said Eddie.

“It felt wonderful to me too,” I replied. Eddie patted me on the back. He grabbed the soap and washed his privates again. Then he turned off the water and left the shower. I could hear him toweling off, leaving me hanging from the metal ring. When he was done toweling himself off, he picked up another towel and wiped the moisture off me as well. I could feel his hand squeezing my privates through the towel he held. He squeezed my balls some more and chuckled when he saw my penis stiffen.

“I love seeing your penis get hard,” he said. “But don’t think you’re going to come any time soon,” he said. “Having you in handcuffs is a huge turn-on for me, and I don’t want it to end too quickly. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Eddie left the room, and I stood there wondering what he was doing. I trusted him, and I figured he had gone to the kitchen to get a drink or something to eat. After a few minutes I heard him lay down on my bed. “I feel so great,” he said from the bedroom. “Being with you today has been so awesome. This is like the best day of my life,” he said.

“Having you here has been totally great for me also,” I said.

“My penis is so soft,” he said. “I feel tired. Is it okay if I rest for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I replied, wondering if he was going to fall asleep with me locked in the shower. Ten minutes or so went by, and then he returned to the bathroom. “My turn to be locked,” he said, reaching up with the key and unlocking the chain that held me. He pulled the blindfold off my head, and then found the handcuff key to unlock my wrists.
“Do you want to take a break or are you ready to be locked now?” I asked.

“Look at my dick,” he said, pointing to his penis, which had gotten hard again. “I’m ready to be locked.”
He held out his wrists, and I fastened the handcuffs and secured him to the metal ring. “You look awesome,” I said. “Do you mind if I take a few pictures? I promise I won’t share them with anyone.”

“Okay,” he said. “Go ahead. Just put the blindfold on so my face is not fully exposed.” I found my camera and took some pictures with the blindfold on, as requested. I set the camera down. Seeing his penis was getting hard again, I knelt down and worshipped it with my mouth. When it got really stiff I stood up again and turned the water back on, making sure it was the right temperature before directing it towards his body. I washed his hair and body just as he had done for me. Then I found a washcloth and used it to gently rub the spots of dried paint off his skin and mine.

I rubbed more soap on his backside and rubbed my erect penis against his back, pulling his ass against my balls. “You feel so great,” I said.

“Fuck me,” he said. “I want you to fuck me in the ass, please.”

“Here?” I asked. “Or in my bed?”

“Here,” said Eddie. “Right here like this.”

“Okay,” I said, fully aware that he was barely 18 and wondering if I was doing the right thing. My penis was sure what it wanted, that was certain. I began massaging his ass with the fingers of my right hand while I squeezed his balls with my left hand. “Do you like the pressure on your balls?”

“Yeah, oh, yeah,” he replied. “That feels great. You can squeeze harder if you want.” I squeezed a bit harder, and he responded with moans and a stiffer penis.

I inserted one finger in his ass and carefully massaged the inside of his ass with it. I continued squeezing his balls gently and was in ecstasy listening to his moans and watching his facial expressions. After a while I was able to insert two fingers. When I was satisfied his ass was ready, I put on a condom (just to be absolutely sure) and carefully inserted my dick, pulling him toward me with my hands on his abs.

“Aah, it hurts,” he said. “But don’t stop. Keep going.”

“Okay,” I said. “Let me know if it hurts too much and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. I began pushing in and out, building to a slow climax. I grabbed him around the upper chest and pulled him hard against me, pressing my face into his light brown hair.

“This feels so great,” I said. I paused for a moment just to hug him from behind and enjoy the way his body felt pressed against mine.

“It feels great to me, too,” he said. “Fuck me, Alan. Fuck me.”

I resumed the rhythm again, and came close to climax. I pulled out and undid his blindfold. I put soap on my hand, then holding his balls in my left hand and my dick in my right hand, I rubbed until I shot my load, joyful at the surge of pleasure and the sight of him in handcuffs, his hands above his head and his hairy armpits fully exposed.

I grabbed the shower head and used it to rinse us off. Then I turned off the water and found more towels in the linen closet. I dried him off first, and then I dried off myself, leaving him locked in the shower as before.
Once I was dry I went to my cabinet and pulled out the chastity device I planned to give him in exchange for his work. “Are you ready for the chastity device now?” I asked.

“Oh, is that it? Yes, I’m ready,” he replied.

I fastened it on his privates, and we talked about how to keep it clean and how to keep the ring from causing chafing around the scrotum. I grabbed the keys and unlocked him from the wrist restraints.

“Can you stay for dinner?” I asked.

“Yes, actually, that would be nice,” he said.

“Do you need to call your parents?” I asked.

“No,” he replied. “This is their anniversary weekend. They went on a little trip, and they won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“Oh!” I said. “That’s nice for them. And nice for us too, right?”

“Exactly,” he said. “It’s fucking great. I just need to call my brother and tell him I won’t be home until later.”

“Okay,” I said.

Eddie called his brother and told him he was spending the evening at a friend’s house. He reminded his brother about leftovers in the refrigerator he could have for dinner.

“Do you want your clothes back now?” I asked after he finished his call.

“No,” he replied. “I’m still enjoying being naked. How about you?”

“Well, I guess I’ll stay naked too,” I said.

We went into the kitchen, and I put him to work peeling potatoes while I washed and cut up broccoli. I boiled the broccoli while I cooked the potatoes in the microwave. I pulled a steak out of the refrigerator and cooked it on the stove. Once the potatoes were soft, I put Eddie to work mashing them, and then we stirred in butter and sour cream.

After dinner we decided to watch a movie in the living room. I let Eddie pick the movie, and he found a Western-style movie with Mexican actors and English subtitles. “Is this okay?” asked Eddie. “I’m studying Spanish in school, and it helps me to watch Spanish-language movies.”

“Sure,” I said. “I studied Spanish in high school also.”

I made popcorn for us and brought him a glass of ginger ale. I was glad he didn’t ask me for beer, because I had maintained sobriety for ten years, and I hoped to continue being sober indefinitely.

The movie dragged on for two hours. As it was nearing the end, I noticed that Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch. I found a pillow and blanket and brought them to the living room, covering him with the blanket and setting the pillow next to him so he would be able to find it when he shifted position. I admired his naked body in the dim light, his tousled hair and the chastity device on his privates. I felt a new surge of happiness at having him in my house on my couch. Turning off the TV and the lights, I went to my bedroom, brushed my teeth and got in bed.

Lying in bed as I drifted off to sleep, I remembered all we had done during the day, and marveled at how wonderfully the day had gone. I fell asleep fairly quickly. In the middle of the night I felt a sensation of movement in the mattress, and I realized Eddie was slipping into the bed with me. I reached over and patted him on the back before falling back to sleep. As I dozed I dreamt of making breakfast for Eddie in the morning.

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Black ranchhand Jabulani takes a brutal whipping from Steve and his fellow ranchhands then takes a cock in his ass.

Taking the Whip – Part 6
by Whiplash235
Series: Taking the Whip
Art by Neil Bruce at Bearoticart.com

We waited in silence; I was staring at Steve. He was quite a sight, bare from the waist up, hands on hips; his muscular arms, smooth light brown chest and flat-ribbed stomach all shown off to good effect in the late afternoon sun. Then he spoke, as I knew he would. “At least ten lashes, but no more than twenty, even if he’s begging for it,” said Steve loudly.

Nhlanhla took that as the signal to begin. His dark muscled body rippled and flexed as he swung his whip behind him, taking a bead with his left arm on Jabulani’s naked back. The two meter length whip whistled through the air as he stepped forward to deliver the first stroke with cruel efficiency, and then there was the harsh thud of leather striking bare skin. Jabulani’s body arched forward against the blow, and from where I stood I could hear him gasp helplessly as the whip streaked across the middle of his back. Immediately, Sikhumbuzo followed up with his stroke, and the swish of a whip cut through the air, punctuated by a dull crack that pushed Jabulani forward again, and a second weal appeared on the lad’s back, almost parallel to the first. Nhlanhla was in no hurry and he deliberately placed his second blow a little below the first two, and this time I heard a louder gasp from Jabulani as his body pushed forward, only to be held in check by the ropes that kept his arms stretched wide and his bare back defenceless. Sikhumbuzo’s whip swished through the air and thudded against the youth’s body, cutting another red weal along the smooth brown skin. I knew from my own experience that the pain must be mounting, and sure enough the fourth stroke drew a strangled cry. Jabulani started to pull against the ropes and I saw him glance fearfully behind, a look of horror mixed with confused excitement on his face as Nhlanhla prepared to deliver the fifth stroke.

The worst of it was that even though the whipping was cruel, it was also producing another reaction in me. The sight of Nhlanhla stripped to the waist, his body gleaming, and the way he deliberately wielded the whip; Sikhumbuzo, naked except for his khaki shorts, visibly sweating and smiling as he coiled his whip in anticipation of the next stroke he was going to enjoy, and Jabulani, his brown chiselled body stretched, writhing and pulling uselessly at the ropes that held him securely in place for the whipping that, according to Jonathan, he obviously wanted to experience…all these things were causing a rush to my groin and my member was stiffening. I couldn’t help it: I had fantasized about the two of them working on me with their whips, and I was, incredibly, fantastically, almost jealous that the struggling youth was getting their joint attention before me. I wanted to be the one stripped to the waist and restrained for their pleasure. Even if I struggled and writhed as they cut my bare body, I wanted to show them – and the others around me – that I could endure a whipping for as long as they were able to deliver it.

Jabulani was seriously writhing now as each lash cut across his body, leaving a blood red weal to define its path, though I noted that he was steadfastly refusing to cry out again. I recognized the rhythm – after all Steve had played it out on my back just a couple of days previously. When the whip landed, cutting its searing way across some part of his back, Jabulani was pushed involuntarily forward against the ropes, and then his body would fall back helplessly, only to meet the next stroke that pushed him against the ropes again. One difference was that Jabulani’s feet were not tied, but if anything that made things worse for him, because when each blow struck he sort of stumbled forward, losing his footing, and he would try to regain his balance, except that the next blow knocked him forward again, and so he could never quite keep his feet on the ground. Nhlanhla kept up his steady pace, measuring each blow as though he were looking for a particular spot on the youth’s back and placing his cutting stroke there, while Sikhumbuzo was just enjoying the power of the lash to make his victim twist and turn. The result was a sort of double blow sending Jabulani sprawling against the ropes that kept him upright, and then a momentary pause while Nhlanhla decided where his next cut was going to fall. After ten strokes seared across his body, Steve called a halt, and we watched as he strode purposefully over; Jabulani was sagging against the ropes that held him, and I could see that he was breathing heavily. Knowing Steve as I did, having felt his lash across my back, I somehow knew that this was not the end, but just a pause.

Sure enough, Jonathan’s burly brother stood in front of the youth and smiled at the sight of him hanging there, drawing ragged breaths. Then he moved forward and grabbed Jabulani’s trousers at the front and ripped them open, moving round him to tear them at the back; methodically, he stripped the quivering youth to his light grey shorts. I could feel that we were all holding our breath – was he going to strip the defenceless lad naked? I felt my member growing more erect: I had fantasized being naked for these two to whip me, and I felt that ridiculous pang of jealousy that Jabulani might experience something before me. Steve’s hands lingered at the waist of Jabulani’s shorts, no doubt stroking the helpless youth’s bare stomach, and then he walked off to one side with a terrible grin on his features. “Another five,” he said, “Nhlanhla, you can begin.”

Maybe because I was looking for it, I could see Jabulani’s erect member jutting against his shorts.

I also felt Steve’s gaze from the distance, as though he were looking at me and gauging my reaction. There was a promise in that evil grin that I would be tested again soon enough, and a suggestion that I may as well enjoy the spectacle until it was my turn. I didn’t return the gaze. I wanted to see how Jabulani would handle five more strokes. He was already erect, and I remembered feeling that if a whipping went on for too long, I might come; in fact I might have, had I not been so terrified that Sikhumbuzo was going to whip my poor defenceless member…

The next five lashes were a repeat of the previous ten. I wondered about Nhlanhla as he delivered each stroke with the same measured determination; if Sikhumbuzo were correct, Steve was saving him for ‘something special’ and I knew from his reaction earlier that he was aware that one day he might be on the receiving end of the whip. He had pummelled me mercilessly when I was restrained, yet there had been certain gentleness, almost a boyish delight in the way we pleasured each other when he slipped into my bed. Was there any pleasure for him as he whipped poor Jabulani, watching him twist this way and that as the lash cut across his naked back? Sikhumbuzo might be disappointed that he was only allowed another two strokes, but the thought came to me that Steve was subtly testing Nhlanhla, since the youth must know there would come a day when he was the one restrained, receiving the same lash that he was ordered to deliver. Was he delivering the blows in such a measured way because he was checking his own ability to endure a similar whipping to the one he was presently administering? Did he watch Jabulani writhe and see himself, stripped and helpless, twisting this way and that as a whip cut his own defenceless body?

Such thoughts made no difference to Jabulani, of course, who was no longer struggling as such, but rather arching his body in response to each blow, and then falling forward, except that the ropes kept him upright for the next stroke. He convulsed mightily when Nhlanhla’s final delivery found a spot that had not yet tasted the lash, cutting a weal across the small of his back and causing him to cry out as an unexpectedly fresh pain punctuated the punishment, making Steve smile even more. And then it was over.

Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo walked back slowly to the bakkie, coiling their whips as they went, and the rest of us, not sure what to do next, dispersed towards the dining hall. We were very quiet as we ate the evening meal, each of us thinking about what we had just witnessed. There were lots of furtive glances here and there, but each of us managed to avoid eye contact; I noticed that Jonathan’s features were completely impassive, and I wondered if Frank would still be here in the morning, and if he was, did that mean that Jonathan had invited him, along with me, because he knew exactly what was going to happen. I had not come here to be whipped, but the whipping had produced such an incredible mix of confused feelings and emotions that I was unable to flee. Jabulani and Frank had not seen me endure the punishment, but we had all just watched the former under the lash; if Frank stayed, it had to mean that Jonathan was correct and that he remained on the farm because he wanted to know what it felt like for himself.

When the others disappeared to their beds, I went outside. Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo had not been with us at the evening meal, and I wondered if they had been soothing Jabulani’s hurts the same way they had done with me. It was dark by then, but the day’s heat made for a warm night, and after a few steps away from the main building, I had no trouble seeing that Jabulani was still stretched out by the ropes that hung from the ‘gate’. I went back into the empty dining room and filled a cup with water, sure that the youth must be at least thirsty by now, and fully intending to release him from his bonds. Unfortunately, as I approached, I could not help a fresh stirring in my groin at the sight of his brown body stripped and helpless. What made things even worse was that, when I proffered the cup and he drank gratefully, I could see that his member was still erect against his shorts.

“Did I do as well as you?” he asked huskily once the cup was drained.

I didn’t know how to answer. Ten from Steve then eight more from Sikhumbuzo – eight that I asked for – compared to fifteen from the two of them. I just didn’t know what to say. Then I realized that I was stroking Jabulani’s bare chest and stomach with my free hand. It felt strange but very nice stroking his rugged body. His body was shuddering lightly in response, and I pulled my hand away, not sure about what I was doing.

“It’s OK; I felt the same way when I saw you come into the dining room the other night,” he said with a weak smile. “I wanted to run my hands up and down your body…did you also get an erection like this?” he asked. He nodded down to the front of his shorts, and then grimaced in pain as the unexpected movement disturbed his back. He coughed, grimaced again, and then continued. “It’s really weird, isn’t it? The pain is…terrible…and yet my erection started almost the moment I took off my shirt. When Steve ripped off my trousers, I was afraid I was going to come. Those last five strokes were a nightmare, but my thing was ready to burst through my shorts. Was it like that for you?”

Everything Jabulani was saying echoed my own experience, as well as the things Jonathan had revealed, and my member was growing more erect as he spoke. He had just endured fifteen lashes from the same youths who had stripped me and restrained me, and then played with me after Steve had administered a punishment that I would never have believed. Suddenly, I wanted to tear off his shorts and take him the way Nhlanhla had taken me. The idea shocked me…and thrilled me. I stepped back and looked around the dimly lit yard. There were no lights on in our dormitories, so it seemed that the others had simply gone to their beds; a few lights were visible in the main house, but there was no sign of anyone coming out. “I was going to help you back into the dormitory,” I said quietly.

“That’s good, I need that, though you’ll have to be careful ‘cos my back feels like it’s on fire” he said with another weak smile, “but I’d really like you to help me with something else first. I don’t care how you do it, and I don’t mind being naked for you…”

That was all the permission I required. I stood there for a moment, and then I took off my shirt. The warm night air caressed my body, and I could see from the way Jabulani looked at me that his pain was momentarily forgotten as he contemplated my bare torso. His eyes invited me to do whatever I wanted to do. I dropped my shirt and stepped forward, gripped his grey shorts at the front and stripped him naked while he murmured his gratitude, and when I took his member in my hand, marvelling at its thickness and length, his head went back and he closed his eyes, groaning at the mixture of pain and pleasure, arching his brown body towards me. I stroked the tip of his penis with my thumb, as Nhlanhla had done to me, and his murmurs became groans of pleasure that told me I was the first to handle him in such a way, just as Nhlanhla had been the first to handle me. My own member was becoming unbearably erect, thrusting against my trousers and insisting that I take the next obvious step. I stroked the shaft of his penis as a sort of promise that I knew what I was doing and Jabulani involuntarily placed his feet firmly on the ground about a meter apart, while his erect member begged me not to let go. I had to let go, of course, and I walked behind him, pulling open my trousers and shorts to free my sex, and then I paused for a moment to survey his naked form in the starlight. His back was criss-crossed with the marks of the lash, but his rump was bare, smooth and inviting. When I ran my hands over his bare skin, Jabulani let out a long sigh and pulled on the ropes to stretch his body for me. I had never done anything like this before and so I unconsciously followed Nhlanhla’s example: I aimed my erect member between his cheeks; careful not to make any contact with his scarred back, I began to stroke his bare chest and stomach. Jabulani writhed in response, accepting me inside him as my member started to find its way and pushing himself forward to receive my caresses. My hands wandered down to his groin as if they had a mind of their own, seeking and finding Jabulani’s thick, heavy sex, stroking its length and lightly tickling its tip until the youth was helplessly writhing to another rhythm, the one I was playing on his body.

As I thrust myself deeper inside him, I experienced sensations that I had never felt before. Strange, wonderful feelings enveloped my engorged member, causing me to grip Jabulani’s sex more firmly and stroke him deliberately but gently, one hand enticing his erection to grow even more, the other exploring his stomach, chest and armpits. A small yelp of pain warned me that my bare chest was flush with his back and rubbing against him, but I was too overwhelmed to draw away, and so we writhed together. I cupped his member in my hands, feeling it pulsate with boundless energy as I stroked the shaft with one hand and lightly tickled the tip with the other. At the same time my sex was deep inside him, promising an eruption that would fill him with my seed. If he was in pain, the pleasure was stronger, and his incoherent groans were interspaced with words that allowed me to continue. “Yes…please…Aghh…don’t stop!” By then, I couldn’t have stopped, even if I had wanted to, and a moment or two later we came together, by accident or design; even as I emptied myself into him, I felt Jabulani’s hot semen bursting into my hands, both of us shuddering helplessly in a climax that we barely understood and certainly had never felt before. For a timeless moment our bodies were one. When it was over I rested against Jabulani, the two of us supported by the ropes, knowing we were both thinking the same thought: the lash might be cruel and almost unbearable, but it was nothing compared to what we had just felt.

I walked around him again and picked up my discarded shirt, hastily tucking it into my trousers at the back. I untied one of Jabulani’s wrists and let his body slump against mine while I released his other arm. I didn’t bother looking for his shorts, but I gently guided him round so that we were both facing the dormitories; he placed one arm across my shoulders and I steadied him by placing one arm around his butt, my hand holding his right hip, and we started to walk back slowly. I was not surprised to see Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo waiting for us at the entrance to the dorms. Nhlanhla had his shirt on again, though it was hanging open at the front, offering a tantalizing view of his bare chest and flat stomach, and Sikhumbuzo was back in shorts and T-shirt. They watched our approach with unfeigned interest, lounging on opposite sides of the door frame in a way that said they knew what had just happened. I was a little surprised that I felt no shame. Perhaps it was because these two had introduced me to these things, and since I was still processing everything, I hadn’t worked out if I had anything to be ashamed of. Besides, they had both seen me more or less naked, and they knew how my body responded, especially Nhlanhla…

Jabulani’s strength was returning, and he was completely unashamed of his naked body. He greeted his tormentors as if they were friends: “Did I do well?” he asked in a voice that appeared to be strong and astonishingly cheerful.

Neither of them replied. Sikhumbuzo reached into a pocket of his shorts and pulled out a small plastic tub, which he tossed over to me. “Take him to his bed, rub this on his back and then come to the barn.” His tone was neutral, though there were undertones of something that I couldn’t define. They stepped away from the door to let us pass. I led my companion through the door and we made our way to where he slept. Once he was in bed, lying on his stomach with the covers pulled up around his waist, carefully arranged not to touch that last cut across the small of his back, I applied the ointment as gently as I could. When I had finished, and Jabulani was drifting off to sleep, I started to think about going to the barn and what might be in store for me there.

I was heading for another whipping that was obvious. Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo: their blood was up; they wanted to administer more of the lash, and I was going to be their second victim of the day. They knew what had happened out there in the dark and I was to be punished for presuming that I could do things like that. Even as I put on my shirt I imagined myself in the barn, spread-eagled out once again, stripped…naked?…twisting helplessly this way and that while Sikhumbuzo grinned happily and Nhlanhla delivered his measured strokes. The image was almost more than I could bear, except that my member thought differently and stirred irresistibly at the idea of Nhlanhla naked from the waist up, and Sikhumbuzo’s brown body framed by those khaki shorts, each wielding their whips in differently enthusiastic ways. What would they do if I didn’t go? Would they come for me, and might not the whipping be all the more merciless to teach me that disobedience earned a cruel reward? I had hoped that the next time I experienced the lash it would be an opportunity to show everyone that I could take it, but there was also something special about another session with the two youths who had introduced me to everything I was experiencing at this unbelievable farm.

Another thought occurred to me as I stepped out into the night and made my way to the barn: my wounds from that first whipping were healing but not healed and I feared that another taste of the lash would quickly re-open those scars from only a day or so ago and their whips – I assumed that both of them would be administering this beating – would soon cause my blood to run freely. I remembered feeling that Steve’s whip was somehow wet with the sweat that had been pouring off me for the last couple of strokes of his punishment – and Nhlanhla’s comment that Sikhumbuzo would love to lay the whip across me while it was still damp with my blood. It did not seem fair that they were going to test me again so soon. Still my member urged me on, sending different messages all over my body and stiffening against my shorts as I entered the barn and closed the door behind me.

The barn was dimly lit by a couple of pale electric bulbs, one directly above the door I had just closed, and another over by the table where I knew Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo were waiting for me. Most of the barn was in shadow though, and coming in from outside took a moment or two for my eyes to adjust, which was one of the reasons I had to blink a few times before I really understood what I was looking at. Sikhumbuzo was seated on a wooden chair that he was balancing on two legs while he rested its back against the table. He had taken off his T-shirt, once again wearing shorts only, with his hands behind his head, projecting a casual muscular virility as he rocked the chair back and forth against the table; it was no surprise to see him thus, and my member dutifully acknowledged his brown body, though my stomach turned to water at the memory of his enthusiastic delivery of the lash. Nhlanhla, on the other hand…

Nhlanhla was spread-eagled out, his wrists tied to the same metal bars and his ankles fastened to the same wooden pegs that had restrained me for my first experience of the whip. He was stripped to the waist, and the way he was stretched out emphasized his dark muscular body as well as his complete vulnerability. I noticed that there was a heavy leather whip coiled almost innocently on the table behind Sikhumbuzo’s head, and it seemed as if Nhlanhla was waiting for someone to use it on him, certainly he was the one naked from the waist up…exactly as I had expected to be. I was confused, but I could not help looking long and hard at Nhlanhla’s outstretched form; stripped bare and spread-eagled out, he looked really good, and his muscled back was a terrible invitation to see if he could endure the lash as much as he delivered it.

I looked questioningly at Sikhumbuzo, and got a quick reply. “He begged Steve not to make him wait any longer, and Steve agreed that maybe it was time. The deal is that you must administer the whipping…at least five lashes, but no more than ten.”

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by Dear John

Being a big Manchester United fan, I was pleased when I got the chance to tour around Old Trafford, there was no chance of getting tickets for a match so the tour was the next best thing. As you’d expect the tours are popular and there were maybe 30 people in my group alone being shown around the stadium and museum.

After seeing the museums and pitch it was time to visit the changing rooms. We were told that the team had just finished a practice session so we would have to hurry through. The changing rooms were huge, a room where the players got changed and another room which led into some showers and a huge bath and jacuzzi. As we were rushing through my lace came undone on my trainer so I stopped to tie it up. As we were in a rush everyone had gone in a matter of seconds so I was there alone. I walked to what I thought was the exit and over heard voices!!!

“Just, lie there and relax for a while, I’ll come back later and give you a rub down” said a male voice.

“Sure ok” was the brief reply.

I peered around the door to see some guy dressed in white leave and couldn’t believe my eyes with what was before me. It must have been the physio room, and spread out on the physio table was the one and only David Beckham. I could not believe my eyes. He was stretched out, lying on his stomach. He had taken off his top and it lay screwed up on the floor. He still had his shorts and football socks on, but his boots were lying next to his tshirt. He had an ice pack on his calf, so I assumed he must have been injured during the training session. His eyes were shut and I got the impression that he was drifting off to sleep as he looked very relaxed. David Beckham was my idol, he was incredibly good looking and a talented footballer, even if he wasn’t the most clever guy in the world, he came across as a nice guy. So of course to see this guy spread out on a table in front of me was literally a dream come true.

I crept into the room, David was facing me but his eyes were shut and I could hear his breathing was slow and regular made the assumption he was asleep and walked towards the table. The table was long enough for a man to lie on, maybe just over six foot and had straps at the top, middle and bottom, I guessed they were to help support peoples’ limbs but they were to be more handy for what I had in mind. Just seeing him stretched out was a turn on. I could make out little tufts of blonde/brown hair under his arms. His well defined and smooth upper body, he was nicely tanned, that must have been from his recent holiday in the sun which had been documented in all the tabloid papers. I couldn’t see his chest at all as he was lying face down but could see a little pink nipple showing a little. His legs were slightly hairy and also tanned like his upper body, no surprise there. His red football socks covered the lower part of his legs and feet, apart from his right leg where the sock had been pulled down and an ice pack was on the back of his leg. I just stood and stared at him, hardly being able to comprehend how lucky I was to be in this situation. I studied the half dressed body that was laying in front of me. I saw him stretch out a little more and watched as his arms stretched up and away from his body to give a better view of his armpits, now I could make out a glistening sweat from the game that covered the tufts of hair. His legs straightened as much as possible, this had the result of his butt cheeks clenching as much as possible which I could see by the shape of his shorts. Further down I could see him flex his feet and stretch and wiggle his toes as much as the socks would allow. From this I concluded that he was either totally relaxed or asleep. I guessed the latter as his breathing had become a lot heavier.

I edged closer to him, mesmerized by his body, I stood at the foot of the table and stared, his legs were spread far enough apart so that I could see up his shorts and could see his white bikini shorts. All of this happened in maybe a minute or so but because I was transfixed it literally seemed like hours. My attention went to his feet, covered in the red football socks, the soles were a little sweaty and dark after the training session. I bent down and inhaled the odour, it was incredible, it smelled of slight sweat but nothing overpowering, just nice. After sniffing around his feet I bought my hand closer and closer to the sole of his left foot and just gently prodded it. There was no reaction, I raised my finger to the heel of the same foot and ran it softly and slowly down the sole. The foot wiggled a little and the toes flexed as my finger reached them. This was totally nerve racking but all I saw was his foot react and his legs shuffle a little. I repeat the stroking, going slowly down from his heel to his toes, the soles felt soft and nice and padded as my finger glided down his socked foot. This time his foot wiggled a little more and I saw his toes yet again stretch underneath the sock. I stared as I heard a faint chuckle and saw a little smile appear on his still sleeping face. His whole body shuffled a little but remained in the same position.

Over the next few minutes I just let my fingers glide firstly over the back of his legs and his calves. The touch of his skin was incredible, so smooth as I let my fingers just went under his shorts slightly. Then I went to his upper body and gently let the tips of my fingers run up and down his spine, tracing the shape of the tattoos I could hear his breathing slow and regular, with the occasional snore or moan. His arms were still slightly stretched over his head. I breathed in the scent of his sweat from his armpit which still glistened with perspiration. Then just touched the tufts of hair with a finger, again a little smile came on his face at the teasing caress of his ticklish underarm and as I bent down I could still see a little pink nipple just appearing from underneath him. With my heart beating faster than it probably ever had before I just let one finger get closer and closer to his left nipple and let my finger run over it. It felt soft and yet a little rubbery compared to the rest of his smooth skin. Gently I ran my finger over the nipple a few times, then was amazed to hear a quiet but audible sigh come from David’s mouth and I slowly and gently repeated the stroking a few more times. The little pink nipple was slowly becoming harder. I stopped, not wanting to get carried away and wake David up. I wanted this to last as long as possible.

There was a towel lying close by. If I wanted this to last as long as possible I though it may be best to blindfold Beckham. I picked up and rolled the towel then as gently as possible lifted David’s head so I could tie the blindfold around his eyes. His breathing remained slow and regular, I breathed a big sigh of relief as I had managed to blindfold my idol as he remained a sleep. Now it was time to have even more fun, even though I was literally having the time of my life already. I thought about the best way to wake him up with startling him. I decided to sit straddling his back. I sat at the base of his spine with my legs either side of his body and started to slowly run my fingers up and down his spine, I could see little goose bumps appearing as the tips of my fingers glided over his muscular back. Gradually the strokes became heavier until I was fully massaging his smooth back, feeling his muscles relax under me. David began to stir, I looked around and saw his arms fully stretch. I looked behind me and saw his legs and feet stretch out as they had done when I had tickled his soles. His head began to move a little and he began to stir from his sleep.

“Hey there” David said as he began to wake up.

“Just relax, I’ll finish that rub down for you” I replied, ” the towel over your eyes is just to help you relax a bit more, just shut your eyes and go with the flow.”

He hadn’t realized it was a different voice from the physio’s and was relaxed enough just to trust me about the blindfold. He just settled down and relaxed while I continued to massage his back. Occasionally using a lighter, feathery touch and I could see his body shiver a little. Occasionally he would moan a word of encouragement, he was well into it very quickly. As we both got more comfortable with the situation, he was nice and relaxed, but I was very excited and nervous. I got up the courage, driven by excitement to make the next move.

“It’s pretty hard giving you a rub down with your shorts on, are you ok to take them off to make it easier for me”, I said with a lump in my throat.

“Sure, no problem” was the reply.

With that, I peeled down his shorts and brought them down over his legs, over his feet and left them in a pile with his t-shirt. So as not to look too obvious I put a towel over his bum before pulling down his boxers, he shuffled his legs to help me pull them down his legs. As I pulled them down I sniffed them, they smelt great. He was now clad only in thin cotton micro briefs, slightly grass-stained on the left hip. I then slid those off as well, leaving Beckham now balls-ass naked on his stomach. The briefs were inhaled deeply as well, savoring their musky scent. I then I peered up between his slightly spread legs, I could see the blonde hair getting a little darker as it reached up towards his thighs and could see two pert ass cheeks, pale in comparison to the rest of his body. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Staring down at me between David’s legs was the tip of the superstar’s dick, all I could make out was that it was uncut. I pulled his boxers down over his socks and feet and threw them on the pile of clothes.

“I may as well take off your socks as well so I can get to your legs better as well”, I pulled them down before he had chance to reply, but he didn’t attempt to stop me, why should he, so I pulled them down. As I bought the socks over his feet I was greeted with very smooth soles, I got my face as close to them as possible, as I studied them I could see how smooth they were, with little lines and running up the foot. The was an indentation line as the sole reached to five little toes on each foot, perfectly formed and smooth like the sole. Getting smaller from the big toe, my gaze followed down to the little toe which I felt like nibbling on then and there but managed to contain myself. I was amazed at how smooth his feet were and looked a little padded as well. I bought my face close and I inhaled, they smelt fresh and warm. As I finished pulling off the socks I couldn’t resist and brought my finger to meet and gently stroke his toes. His foot flexed a little and his toes twitched but he didn’t react apart from that. The socks went on top of the rest of his football kit, souvenirs of this session.

Now just imagine you have your idol, naked apart from a towel, lying underneath you, as you can imagine I was in heaven, quite literally. As I had rubbed his back for a while I thought I would now turn my attention to those nicely muscular football legs of his. I played it safe and I returned to his lower back just to get him a little more relaxed. Obviously, what I really wanted to do was whip that towel away.

As he hadn’t asked me to stop I let my tongue lick all over his sole and then over his toes which were flexing as my tongue swept over the skin licking in between his toes as he stretched them apart. Then I began to suck and nibble his big toe, feeling his toe nail and the skin on the underfoot. I did this to each toe, spending the most time on his little toe, nibbling it and seeing his reaction as he was totally into what I was doing, letting my teeth nibble and tongue whip around it. Then I did the identical thing to his right knelt in between his legs then using both hands started to rub the back of his legs near the top, very carefully easing the towel further up so that he wouldn’t realize what I was doing. Then I let my touch get lighter and just used the tips of my fingers, David moaned slightly and shuffled his legs and widened them a little. This gave me a great view of the bottom of his ass cheeks, and a big bonus, his cum-filled ball sacs. While my touch remained light I gently stroked and tickled his balls for a brief second causing Becks to gasp and then sigh with pleasure at the unexpected contact. By this point he was totally into what I was doing and I could see that the obviously horny athlete was unconsciously slightly rubbing himself against the table. I continued stroking the top of his legs, occasionally and more frequently giving his horny balls a little surreptitious tickle eliciting the same soft, excited gasps and sighs. My idol was clearly enjoying himself, excitedly anticipating more pleasure.

Time to move down so I continued my mixture of massage and feathery stroking down the back of his legs, often returning to his balls to give them a quick “accidental” tickle, to more moans and gasps of pleasure. As I got down to his calves I massaged a little harder so as not to get to carried away or get Beckham suspicious although from the moans of encouragement he had given me I got the impression that the massage and ball tickling had got the naked superstar more than a little horny and that that horniness would make him ever more amenable to further stimulation. I could see his smooth soles just waiting, his soles creasing and toes flexing from the treatment he was getting on his legs. I reached his feet, held his left foot in my hand, it felt warm and so smooth. I began to rub his sole and stretched out his foot working from the toes to the heel, nice and slowly, taking in the sight, smell and touch of what was in my hand. Gradually I let my touch become lighter and his foot had a slight spasmodic movement as I glided my fingers over the soft skin.

“Don’t, he he, that tickles a little”, I heard from the other end of the table.

“Sorry about that” I lied, “I’ll try be a little more careful.”

I continued to massage Beckham’s feet, every so often I would let the tip of my finger slide across his toes and would here a little giggle. He also occasionally rubbed himself on the table. I looked up between his legs and saw that because of his movements the towel had begun to slide off. Whether he realized his exposure or not I wasn’t sure but I know had a full view of his ball sac and the crease where his ass cheeks met. I went for it and let my tongue slide over the smooth sole of his left foot, it tasted and felt great on my tongue. David’s reaction from what I saw was a giggle mixed with a moan, and his thighs shivered which allowed me to see his butt cheeks foot, having the same reaction on Beckham, who giggled and moaned a lot.

Then I returned to his upper legs. The towel had by this time fallen to the floor, David hadn’t noticed, I think he was more concerned with the pleasant sensations that his body was feeling to even care that he was now totally exposed. I began to rub the back of his legs again, low enough so he wouldn’t realize (yet) that the towel had gone. As before I let my fingers graze against his balls to get him more horny, only this time they were tickled more frequently.

“Mmmmmmmmm please” I heard an audible grunt from the other end off the table, as he unconsciously parted his muscular legs a bit more to give more access. This encouraged me to continue, not that I needed any encouragement but helped me to be more relaxed. Now I let my fingers slide up over his ass cheeks. Very gently and carefully I would spread his cheeks a little and see his little pink hole winking at me. Unable to resist I let my lips touch his back and then my tongue ran over his exposed, vulnerable cheeks.

“Ohhh, mmm what’s that,” Beckham gasped.

I panicked a little but his arms remained stretched out and his legs shivered and he yet again rubbed his stirring manhood against the table. Becoming more confident I massaged into his cheeks spreading them with each rub and let my tongue slide into the crease gently teasing the little pink hole that was in front of me. I let my tongue continually slide over it and gently let it sink inside.

“Mmmmmm please, oh god, that tickles!” was a reply which knew that Beckham was enjoying this. His ass raised from off the table, wanting my tongue to go deeper inside.

Now I knew that I had definitely got him going and horny I thought it best to maybe slow things down a little. I put the towel back over his bum and massaged the back of his thighs and lower back, frequently letting my fingers tickle his ball sac. Beckham continued his brief words of encouragement but his breathing slowed down and became deeper, as he recovered from having his virgin hole licked and teased.

“This is incredible, it feels great” Beckham grunted as he unconsciously wriggled sexily against the massage table.

“If you like, you can turn over and I’ll work on your front”, I was very pleased with his response as he began to turn himself over. I helped him, making sure that the towel stayed in place. Now I got my first glimpse of his smooth nearly hairless torso, his little pink nipples were sticking up a little, betraying his increasing sexual arousal. Again he raised his hands over his head giving me a great view of his dirty-blond-haired armpits, As he did this I slipped his hands through the straps and tightened them slightly at his wrists. I gave some bullshit at how it would help with support while I massaged. He bought the excuse so I did the same to his feet as well. Why he didn’t query I wasn’t sure, maybe that’s what the straps were actually for. Anyway, now I had Beckham strapped up lying on his front his torso stretched so that his ribs showed a little under the soft smooth skin of his stomach.

“How’s it feel so far?” I queried

“This is great, just what I needed” came the reply, a big smile on Beck’s face, loving the attention to his hot bod.

With that I began to massage his torso and enjoyed this as much as he did. Goosebumps appeared over his skin and his mouth opened but nothing audible came out I think he was consumed by the feeling of his recent-visit-to-Ibiza sun-bronzed skin being gently stroked. Every so often I would continue to hear words of encouragement. I began to concentrate on his nipples, teasing them and letting my fingers tease and circle them, then very softly pinching them. That was until I had the uncontrollable urge to bend down and kiss and nibble them. As before Beckham’s reaction was electric, he moaned as I felt his little pink nipples grow erect and stiffen with erotic excitement under my expert touch. My tongue began to lick all over his torso. At the same time I let my fingers gently tickle his sides and slide into the tufts of blonde hair in his armpits. I looked up to see the expression on his still blindfolded face. It was a mixture of being totally aroused and giggling as I gently tickled and aroused him. After all this, it was no surprise to me to see the towel lifting up since as he became more aroused his dick was growing harder. I decided to take the same tactic as before to remove the towel and get him hornier. I left his chest and began to rub his thighs. Hard at first then gradually softer until my stroke was feathery, I could see his legs quiver and attempt to stretch with my touch and as before I gently lifted the towel a little and tickled his horny balls. By now Beckham was totally lost in arousal. His head shaking from side to side and I could see that he was trying to loosen his arms so he could grab his dick and give it the final arousal it needed to relieve his horniness, only to realize that he couldn’t, that he’d have to rely on me doing so. He had lost his concentration and couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure I was giving him. I let my tongue lick over his thighs as I continued to massage them. The towel just fell to the floor and before me was a 6 -inch uncut dick with nicely wrinkled skin at the end. A little afraid at what Beckham’s reaction would be I continued to stroke and rub his legs. Then I went down to the foot of the table, I could tell by his movements that David was wondering what was going on even though he remained silent. I began to let my fingers slide over the soft skin of his soles, watching his feet flexing trying to escape my touch was a dream.

“Ohhh, come on please, no tickle, noooo hehehehehe, no tickle” came a giggle from his mouth. “Please, oh come on, not my hahehahehhe feet”.

This only led me to continue as I just tickled his poor tootsies he was bouncing about as much as possible. His dick was now standing at full attention and wagging obscenely from side to side as he squirmed, and I continued just to tickle his feet.

“Hahha hehehehehehehehe, please come on, not my feet, aaahhhh hahahaha it tickles, Beckham laughed aloud. “no no more no more hehehehehe”

This really was beyond my wildest dreams, and because of his reaction and that fact that I was now totally hypnotized by turning him on I let my fingers slide up his legs, heading towards his now fully erect and throbbing dick as it stood straight up. Before I touched it, I licked his balls, his laughter had stopped only to be followed by a groan which told me that he was experiencing total sexual pleasure and arousal, my tongue dipped behind his balls and into his ass crack. He started to raise his body from the table trying to get his bursting-to-cum dick touched. I held off and could see that being teased was making him unbelievably horny. Slowly and gently I began to just run my fingers up and down his throbbing dick while licking his starchy tasting balls at the same time.

“Aaawwww come on, hehehehe, don’t it tickles, please oh!!”, David said as I gently grazed his dick and ball sac. I now gently pulled back his foreskin and saw a red tip begging for attention covered in precum oozing out of his piss slit. David was still moaning and groaning and this intensified as I just let the tip of my tongue lick the precum from the throbbing tip, it tasted nice and salty. All I could hear from David were moans of ecstasy. I began to suck on his dick, first slowly then harder, while at the same time tickling his balls and letting my finger run behind and tease his tiny sweat-slickened hole.

“Oh please, oh I’ve gotta cum” Beckham gasped, shamelessly aroused, eagerly thrusting and wagging his hot ass against my probing finger to increase the friction against his virgin hole, clearly turned on by the unanticipated but very welcome anal stimulation, which was quickly leading him to a ball-shattering climax.

I could tell he was on the verge of bursting. I momentarily stopped, eliciting a pleading whine of disappointment from the hopelessly aroused superstar. He was now completely desperate and wholly in my power as he bounced about on the table raising his mid section into the air begging for me to finish. Then I once again began to tickle his achingly ticklish balls, thighs and virgin hole. Now I could feel his dick touching the back of my throat as my tongue swirled about feeling it throb. It only took a matter of minutes before he burst massively in highly pressurized bolts of hot superstar cum and I felt his cum pouring down my throat.

“Ah, heheheheh, yes yes, oh yessss!!!!!” was all David could manage to say, emitting little satisfied, raunchy grunts of pure pleasure as each jet after hot jet of the superstar’s cum flooded my throat as Becks enjoyed the best climax of his life, panting for air but with a huge smile on his handsome face, savoring the total release of all of his sexual tension.

Once the big finale was over I gently massaged and tickled him all over, paying most attention to his feet as before. Then I went up to his head. I could see his chest heaving up and down as he panted trying to regain his breath. I teased then kissed both of his supersensitive nipples as he gasped and sighed with renewed pleasure, arching his back to thrust his sun-tanned chest out as further encouragement, moaning anew and sighing with pleasure as his erect nubs were expertly teased, and then teased and tickled the dirtyblond hairs of his exposed armpits as he emitted little sexual squeals and giggles as the post-orgasmic super-sensitive flesh of his exposed, sweaty pits was devilishly probed and prodded, causing him to squirm and moan in post-orgasmic bliss, straining his muscular limbs in their inescapable bondage, as tiny rivulets of his excess cum glistened on his heaving washboard abs. It was hot to note that Becks’ big dick was again shamelessly erect and only began to subside when I ceased stimulating his hot body.

“I hope you enjoyed that” I whispered in his ear.

“That was, oh, that was immense!!” Beckham replied, still gasping from his ballshattering climax, his chest heaving and nips still erect and excited.

With that I took one good last look at his body, his sun-tanned abs still covered in bits of his excess cum, gave his nips one last surprise tweak relishing his gasp and moan, “accidentally” brushed the head of his dick with my forearm, then thought it best to get away while I still could. I have no idea what happened once I had left the physio room. David must still have been there tied up when the real physio came back, but I think I managed a good job for him, he seemed to have a smile on his face all the way through so I took that as a good sign. Of course, I helped myself to his soccer gear as a nice souvenir, looking forward to sniffing the crotch of his underwear and the armpit area of his sweaty soccer tee shirt, entranced by his male scent on future wanks, recalling my little session with David Beckham. I imagine when the physio later freed him to pad off towel-wrapped for a nice hot shower he may have briefly searched the floor for them to no avail but thought nothing of it, just assumed the real physio picked them up to be laundered and returned to his locker at a later date, never realizing their true location as being sealed in plastic bags for my future pleasure.

A college student gets a humiliating spanking when he gets caught throwing a party in his cop landlord’s house.

Manny the Cop – Page 1
by Al Spank

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Manny the Cop gives his young tenant more ass whippings in part two of the story….

Manny the Cop – Page 2
by Al Spank

That got me, I jerked my head up and looked at him pleadingly as he said this.

He stepped closer to me, took a hold of me and said, “Kid, you know you deserve what you got. You need to learn a little more and then everything will be alright between us. I’ll forget this and we can go on like before.”

I held him tight as he said this, desperately needing his approval at that moment. I felt his strong body, the one whose knee I had just been over taking a very hard spanking. I wanted him to never let go, but he did.

“I have to get going,” he said as he walked out of the room.

I was overwhelmed with two thoughts: get this house clean and I want Manny’s approval. I went around the house with a garbage bag picking up trash still in a daze. When I was done downstairs, I went up to Manny’s room. He was in the bathroom standing in front of the sink with nothing on except for his shorts.

He saw me in the mirror, “What’s up kid?”

“I,” I stammered for a bit, “I want to apologize, I feel really bad, especially since you’ve always been so good to me.”

He continued to comb his hair and eyed me in the mirror, and then he turned around.

“I know kid, but you did deserve it. Let’s just make it right and we can go back.”

I mouthed a silent thank you. He looked at me kind of funny, and said with a grin on his face, “Kid, are you going to put some pants on or are you going to clean the house in the nude.”

Suddenly, my face got hot. In my mania to get the house cleaned, I had forgotten that I had no clothes on, I put my hand down to cover my dick, Manny laughed out loud, “it’s kind of late for that kid, don’t you think?” He said this kindly, but I was embarrassed anyway. I turned to go and he gave me a loving pat on my ass as I left.

I spent the entire night cleaning the house. When I was done, it was cleaner than I’d ever seen it. I looked in the mirror at my sore ass, it wasn’t as bad as I first thought, very red but few bruises. I thought he had spanked me harder, but maybe since he spanked me so hard, the pain was worse than the damage.

I waited in the living room watching TV for several hours till Manny came home. Every hour I checked around the house to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. I wasn’t thinking about the rest of my spanking, I was only concerned with pleasing Manny.

Finally, he came home around ten. He was with his partner Jack. Jack was often around the house, so I knew him pretty well.

“I came to see how well you did kid,” Manny said once he was in the house. I got up from the couch but said nothing. Manny went through the house checking on how well I had done with the clean up as Jack stayed in the living room with me.

“I hear you had a party Pete,” Jack said with a grin. I knew in that moment that Manny had told him everything, my face got hot again.

Jack smiled at me, “I got spanked by my dad until I was twenty-two Pete, don’t be ashamed.”

I said nothing.

Manny came back, “You did a great job. I have to work a double shift, but I wanted to come by and let you off the hook.”

He stood next to me, put his hand on my shoulder as he said this. There was a silence as he thought.

“Pete, I want to get all of this over with. Let’s take care of the rest of your spanking now.”

I wasn’t sure about this, but I wasn’t sure I had any say, was he going to spank me with Jack in the house?

“Get your pants and shorts down and bend over the back of the couch, Jack will hold you down as I give you a strapping.”

I stood frozen looking between Jack and Manny. Jack’s face was friendly and sympathetic, Manny looked all business. I did as he said, Jack came over and held my shoulders down.

I could hear Manny take off his belt and soon I was getting the beating of my life. He swung that belt expertly; my ass on fire from the first stroke. I could barely stand still, and even through my agony, I understood why he had Jack here, he knew he was going to blister my ass and needed help containing me. Funny, but it felt good to have Jack holding me while I was taking this, it felt less like I was all alone taking this severe beating from a man, who until a few hours ago, was my friend. The blows came fast and furious, my feet flew off the floor with every blow, but blows just kept coming. I was yelling and crying after a few minutes. The blows finally stopped, I got up, I was crying, my ass was on fire. My pants had come off from all the flailing. Both men stood with their heads hung down giving me my space without intruding. I rubbed my ass as I tried to contain myself.

I pulled up my pants and finished crying. When I was done, Manny took me in his arms and said, “Are we friends again?”

“Yes, I sobbed out, I’m so sorry Manny.”

He held me for a while. He finally let me go and went to the kitchen to get something. Jack seemed kind of uncomfortable, but finally put his arm around my back.

“Sorry Pete, I hope everything works out.”

That really made me feel good, I had been embarrassed that this man was part of my beating, but now felt kind of good about it.

They left. Strangely, I felt a great sense of relief knowing that I was forgiven and everything was over.

I replayed both spankings over and over in my head and then needed to jerk off. I jerked off violently, after which, I fell asleep.

A few days later, I was off from school. Manny came down in just his shorts that morning to get his coffee. I was in the kitchen. I guess he was expecting that I would be out.

“Hey kid, I thought you would be in school. I would have put something on.”

“No sweat Manny, you saw me in a much more embarrassing position the other day,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah, well, I’m sorry about that, but you did deserve it,” he said somewhat apologetically, but also justifying himself. He got his coffee and went upstairs.

Later, I was sitting in the living room when he came down, clothed now and ready for work. “So kid, I didn’t leave any lasting marks or anything did I?”

I was touched that he was worried, “I know I spanked you pretty hard, and I gave it to you something fierce with the belt.”

“It’s not too bad. It’s still a bit hot and red, a few welts, but I’ll survive. Manny, I’m sorry I had that party without asking, and I’m sorry I got you upset.”

“You paid for it kid. Let me see your ass, I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you too much.”

I wasn’t sure why he was asking, but I think he felt a bit guilty. I came around to the other side of the couch and took down my pants and shorts. I bent over the back of the couch slightly to give him a chance to look. Manny pulled my pants down to the floor to get a better look, looked and then touched it a bit, it didn’t look pretty but it didn’t look awful either. When he touched me, I got a hardon and wished he hadn’t taken my pants down so far. He noticed my erection, I could tell, he asked me to turn around.

“Does my touching you get you hard?”

My face went hot again, I had to explain somehow, my dick was flying full mast as I faced him. I paused for a bit giving myself time to think. Should I tell the truth?

“Pete, now I want to know the truth here. I’m a cop and I can tell when someone is lying.”

I started talking as I bent down to pull up my pants.

“Manny, I haven’t been spanked since I was a little kid. And the spanking hurt like hell. And, I learned my lesson. But, later on, when I thought about how vulnerable I was and what you did to me, it made me hard and I jerked off.”

He had a half smile, half quizzical look on his face as I continued. “Showing you my ass just now brought some of that back, and, when you touched me, …..”

“Interesting, so it turned you on to get spanked.”

“Well, I guess. Not that I would ever like to get spanked like that again.”

Now it was his turn to pause and think for a minute. He made some decision and reached for his belt. I was sure I was going to get spanked again and I flinched. He laughed. He continued to simply open his belt, then his pants, and then he took them down. I had never seen his dick before and there it was, standing at full mast, it was huge and it was throbbing.

“It turned you on to spank me?”

“No Pete. I wasn’t hard when I spanked you, I was mad. And I wasn’t hard afterward. But after you told me what you just told me, I am hard. I now see what I did under a different light so to speak.”

He stood with his hard member standing at attention, I wasn’t sure where this was going, and I wanted it to go somewhere.

“Manny,” I said as I took down my pants again to show my hard dick, “do you want to jack off together?”

“God help me, but yes, I do.”

We both went over to the couches sitting opposite each other. We looked at each other as we jerked off. I came first in a great gush, he followed me cumming not as forcefully, but with a huge amount of ejaculate.

“Shit, that felt good, I haven’t had sex in a long time, and haven’t had time to jerk off lately,” He said as he mopped up the mess.

“I guess our relationship is changing in many ways kid,” he said laughing a bit as he got up.

“I guess so, did you enjoy doing that?”

“Yes, more than I should.”

“Manny, I’m sorry, and you can spank me anytime you see fit.”

“Yes, well, I will keep that in mind.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant and decided to ignore it.

A few weeks went by. We didn’t see much of each other and nothing happened when we did. One night, Manny had been off and he was sitting in his sweats watching something on TV drinking a beer. It was late afternoon and I was still not dressed.

“Don’t you have school today Pete? It looks like you haven’t even gotten dressed yet?”

“I skipped school today Manny.”

“What, why did you skip school?”

My antennae went up, this was interesting, I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to go somewhere or not, this guy gave a brutal spanking, I wasn’t sure that is what I wanted that day.

“I just didn’t feel like it.”

“Well, Pete, I have to say that if that is the only reason you didn’t go to school, then you deserve to be punished. Do you have more to say for yourself??

“Fuck you Manny,” was all I could say.

The game was now on. He swiftly downed the last of his beer, got up from his chair and was on top of me in an instant. He had me by the arm and was pulling me toward him as he sat down on an ottoman and then pulled me over his knee. He was enjoying this, that much was clear. My pants came down and he swiftly began to spank me hard and fast.

“Boys who don’t feel like going to school and then don’t go get punished for it,” he said as he continued the pummeling. He yelled a few more things as the beating continued and then he ordered me to take the rest of my clothes off and go into the corner.

He left me there for ten minutes, my ass very sore and I could feel the heat from it. He came behind me, grabbed my arm and spun me around.

“Now, are you going to skip school just because you FELT like it again?” he barked at me.

“No sir.”

“Good, now you learned your first lesson. On to lesson number two.”

I was really afraid, and not sure what he was talking about. He grabbed my arm and dragged me into his bedroom. Once in there, he took a wooden hairbrush from a draw, sat down on the bed, and put me over his knee.

“Now, you are going to learn to never, ever, ever, say fuck you to me again.”

The hairbrush hurt more than I could have imagined as he swung it over and over again as hard and fast as he could. I was soon screaming in between gasping for air and then the tears came.

“Manny, please, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no more.”

He finally stopped and threw me on the floor.

“If you ever say fuck you to me again, you will be very, very sorry.”

I hated to tell him, but I already was very, very sorry. I went to my room, finished crying while I lay on the bed on my stomach and felt ashamed for what just happened. After a bit, I calmed down. At first, I was mad that he did this to me, then, I thought about it and got hard. I was going to jerk off, but then got another idea.

I put my pj’s on and went to the living room. Sure enough, he was in his chair. I sat across from him, my hard on clearly visible in my pj’s.

He looked over and laughed. He took his beer and finished it up in two gulps and got up.

“Come on Pete,” he said and walked toward his bedroom. He took off his clothes and got on the bed and invited me to do the same. He wasn’t yet hard, but started to jack off and soon was. I got on the bed, took my clothes off and did the same. We faced each other as we jerked off. I came first again, and since we faced each other, I came all over him. He seemed unfazed by that, but he did turn me around, he said something about looking at my ass as he did so.

He looked at and touched my ass as he continued to violently jerk off, the bed shaking from his actions. He got closer to me, his dick hitting my ass every so often as he jerked off. When he came, he pulled me into his arms and jerked his dick off right against my ass. My ass was completely covered in his cum.

I lived with Manny for the rest of that year and the following year. I got spanked a number of times, some more violent than others. I always enjoyed it, even the times when I really wasn’t ready for it. We always jerked off together afterward. Twice, both Manny and Jack spanked me. The first time, Jack was staying over, his family was out of town and he was lonely, so he stayed with Manny. The two of them got a bit tipsy, and Manny started in on me.

“Pete, when are you going to get us those beers, I asked you fifteen minutes ago,” Manny yelled.

“Go get them yourself, fuck the both of you lazy bastards!” I yelled back.

Next thing I knew, Manny was in the kitchen with Pete behind him.

“You need to spank that Boy Manny, talking to us like that.”

Manny got a funny smile on his face and said, “Jack, would you like to do the honors?”

I saw Jack’s dick get hard immediately. He was wearing a pair of oversized gym shorts, and his dick showed anyway. I was kind of excited and kind of afraid. Jack was at least ten years younger than Manny, a lot thinner but with solid muscles. He was Italian, and had that meaness about him that cops sometimes had, I wasn’t sure about this at all.

Jack came toward me, grabbed my arm, pulled me out of my chair and dragged me into the living room.

“You think Manny spanks hard kid, just wait to you feel this. Next time you will just get the beer and not mouth off to us.”

I was over Jacks knee before I knew it, my pants down, my ass bared. We were on the couch, my head buried in the corner of the couch. Jack wasn’t kidding, my ass was quickly on fire. He spanked much harder than Manny and much faster and he yelled at me the entire time. “You ungrateful little prick, who do you think you are, you have this nice home, and all you do is mouth off to Manny, I am going to teach you a lesson.”

I was flailing as hard as I could, my legs were kicking trying to get out from under his grip by pushing against his legs as hard as I could with my arms. Soon, it was hard for Jack to spank me. He let me up, took off all my clothes in a flash, dragged me over to the dining room, put me back over his knee with his leg holding me down and his arm and weight holding down my shoulder. I was no match, he spanked me even harder and faster. Soon I was screaming and soon after that, I was crying, this was a very violent and loud crying, I was really hurting and his verbal abuse also set it off.

Once I was crying hard, he let me up. I was shaking all over and crying away. I had one hand on my ass and one and wiping my face. I must have been quite something to see. When I finally was aware of Manny and Jack, I noticed them looking at my crotch, so I looked down, I was as hard as a rock as I continued to shake and cry. I looked over and Jack was hard still. I couldn’t tell if Manny was, but I was pretty sure he was. I got down on my knees and continued to cry. When I calmed down, Jack pulled me into him and held him. I wasn’t sure what he wanted since I was still on my knees and he was holding me in his lap where his penis was still as hard as a rock and I thought it was also throbbing. I soon calmed down. Manny moved to the living room, Jack let me up, and I went too. I was still hard as was Jack.

Manny broke the ice taking his pants down and began to jerk off. Jack looked relieved. He took his pants down and did the same, I followed suit.

This time, Jack came first, and most violently, then Manny, and then me. I was determined that Jack was going to pay for this, if only in some small way, so I got up just before I came, and bent over him cumming all over him. He didn’t seem too upset, but I left the room before I could fully judge that.

Jack and Manny continued to drink. Jack came into my room after Manny went to bed. I was in bed and he got in with me. It felt kind of good, but I knew he wanted more that I was willing to do. He was just drunk. I turned around so we faced each other. We talked a bit, he apologized for spanking me and we held each other tight. I told him that if he wanted to spank me, he had to take his turn too. He thought about that, and seemed to actually enjoy the thought of taking a spanking. Soon, he fell asleep. He seemed surprised when he woke up to be in my bed. I teased him, telling him that I had fucked the shit out of him before he went to sleep. He wasn’t really sure if I told the truth or not.

I really enjoyed those years in Manny’s house. I still keep in touch with him and have, on occasion gotten spanked by him since then. I did spank Jack near the end of my stay. His wife threw him out and he lived with Manny for a while. Manny was gone one week, and I got to spank him. He seemed not to like it at first, but then, after a while, was on fire and even came in my lap. He was so apologetic for doing that and offered me whatever I wanted. So, I fucked him. He was a great lay. He had never been fucked before, his ass was on fire from the spanking, and his ass was as tight as could be. He was uncomfortable at first, but then, he really seemed to love it and was pounding his ass back at me in no time. I fucked him so hard I was surprised he could take it.

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There were three phases that Steele put his victims through during the day to prepare their feet for the interrogation session that would take place in the evening. Steele’s hand trailed down to the crotch of his pants where he pressed firmly against his hard cock beneath the fabric as he watched Chad run in the heat. He’d been forced to run for almost an hour now, wearing sneakers that Steele had specially made with heavy lead weight encased inside the rubber of the soles. Steele knew the boy must be suffering now, in fact, from what he could see through the window of his air-conditioned office it looked as if he were close to collapsing, his body shining with sweat out on the field. Steele picked up his cellular phone and rang one of the guards running Chad…

“Okay. He’s run enough, bring him to the box now…”

Steele watched through the window as the guards stopped Chad and led him to a plexiglass enclosure in the sand nearer to his window. At the door to this enclosure one guard held Chad at gunpoint while the other stripped him of his shoes, sweats, and underwear. Steele was awestruck by the youth’s body. It was perfection and literally dripping with sweat from his forced exertions. He stood naked except for thick white sweatsocks in front of the thick plexiglass door. The guard cuffed his hands behind his back and, finally, lifted each of his legs to remove his socks before pushing Chad into the enclosure and locked the door. It wasn’t long before Chad realized what the idea here was. The sand was hot!! Steele couldn’t help laughing as he watched the expression on Chad’s face change. Steele knew that sand was well over a hundred degrees this time of day, Chad’s feet were bare, and there was no place for him to go! He was naked so there was no relief to be had from sitting (not only would he burn his tight little ass, but it would be even more humiliating than hopping from foot to foot, which was what he was doing now. It was always the same…the first few minutes the spy would try to act as if nothing was bothering him, then he would begin shifting from foot to foot to try and relieve the discomfort, then he’d start hopping and soon, when the sting of the hot sand became unbearable against the tender skin of his bare soles…ah yes, there he goes…he’d start dancing frantically around the small plexiglass enclosure driven insane by the searing pain. The guards, as well as Steele, got a big kick out of this and would turn on a mini-stereo they had and play music loudly in sync with the poor dancing spy. Steele cracked his window a bit…some upbeat ragtime tune, “good choice”, Steele mused and watched Chad do his painful dance for almost another hour before giving the guards another call…

“Prepare for Phase 3.”

The guards immediately went to work, digging a deep rectangular hole in the sand, leaving Chad to dance in agony alone. When the hole was finished one guard removed the almost grateful Chad Wright while the other ushered him, at gunpoint, over to the hole. Without removing the handcuffs, they forced him into the hole lying on his stomach. his legs were bent at the knees and the hole was filled with tightly packed wet sand that almost immediately dried hard. When they were done, the only parts of Chad’s body left exposed were his head and his feet, soles facing the sky. There was no way for him to escape his predicament, especially since his hands were cuffed beneath the hard sand. With the sand packed level all the way up his neck and to his ankles, it appeared that a pair of upturned feet and a head about four feet away sprouted up from the ground separately. Steele smiled sadistically to himself as the guards coated his soles with cooking oil then left him to roast his soles in the sun. Now it would be only a few more hours till the sun went down and he’d have the unfortunate Chad Wright escorted to his chambers by the guards, soles severely sunburnt, for the main event!! Steele sat back in his comfortable over-stuffed leather chair swiveled toward the window. The sun was beginning to do it’s job. Chad’s feet were writhing in the heat, but the guards had spread his legs far enough apart so that one foot could provide no shade for the other. The pit he suffered in was close enough to his window so that Steele could see that the tortured soles of Chad’s feet were already turning pink. Steele gave his rigid cock another squeeze as he imagined how unbearably ticklish and sensitive to his tortures the boy’s feet were going to be by evening.

Steele let Chad’s feet burn in the sun all afternoon. The guards came to his office once about three hours after he’d had them bury Chad Wright in the sand to tell him that the spy had finally started to beg them for release. He’d played the stoic for awhile, “The poor man’s feet must really be burning up!”, Steele smiled. The guards asked him if they should try to get the password from him then. Steele shook his head, “No”, and instructed them to leave the boy in the sun till dusk and ignore his pleas. At seven thirty they were to give him a mild, short-term tranquilizer injection and deliver him to Steele’s chambers. When they left, he moved to the window to see how poor Chad was doing. It was four in the afternoon, but the sun was still high in the sky, blazing. Chad’s feet squirmed helplessly around in an effort to face the soles away from the sun, but it was useless. The soles themselves were a deep pink now, the oil magnifying the rays for a more intense sunburn. Even walking was going to be a problem for the spy. Tears of pain streamed down his face, still buried to the neck in the sand, thankfully turned away from the sun. Steele chuckled to himself as he watched the boy suffer, then he picked up his cellular again. The guard answered on the first ring:

“I think our boy needs a basting.”

Moments later, one of the guards appeared with the cooking oil and a wide paintbrush. Chad saw him coming and began shaking his head from side to side. Steele cracked his window again to listen.
“No,no,no,no,please,nooooo…”, Chad pleaded his tear-stained face following the guard who ignored him and walked over to where Chad’s feet protruded from the ground. He dipped the paintbrush in the oil and slathered a fresh coat across the boy’s soles. His toes curled and his tenderized feet recoiled from the touch of the stiff bristles, his face screwed up in agony. “Ah yes”, Steele sighed as he noted the young man’s reaction to the touch of the brush, “This one was MADE for my brand of torture”. Then he dozed off in his chair, cupping his balls in his hands…

…he was awakened by a knock at the door. he glanced at the clock.

7:45. “Time to play”, he whispered to himself, grinning, “come in!”.

The door was opened and the guards shuffled in supporting the weight of the unconscious spy between them, naked as he’d been since he’d been forced into the plexiglass enclosure. “How long until he comes to…?” The guards informed Steele that the prisoner should be waking up in about a half hour. “Alright then guys, I can take it from here. You can go.” Steele was dying to finally be alone with his current project. The guards turned to leave. “Wait!”, Steele stopped them, “you’re both off duty. Go home. Relax. But take off your socks and leave them here before you go. The men had learned not to question his orders and immediately sat to remove their boots and peel the wet, white socks from their big feet. They put their boots back on and left to rest at the end of a long day.

Steele surveyed the form of Chad Wright draped across the couch where the guards had dumped him. This was the first good look he’d gotten of the youth. A strong, sinewy body dripping sweat. Ruggedly handsome unshaven face with a strong jaw. Washboard abs and beautiful feet! Steele couldn’t wait to get to work. He hefted the sleeping spy across the room and up onto a waist high curious-looking table pushed against the wall there. Steele held him upright sitting length-wise atop the table, back flat against the cement wall. He pulled the boy’s arms up to shoulder height, stretched them out to the sides buckled leather straps embedded in the wall tightly around his wrists, at his elbows, and right next to his shoulder joints. There was a strap that went around his neck and one more that buckled around his waist. Now Chad’s upper-body was solidly anchored to the wall. Next Steele straightened the young man’s legs out in front of him and set the sleeping boy’s ankles into the two openings in the heavy oak stocks bolted to the opposite end of the table and locked them. More leather straps attached to the table were buckled tight around his knees and upper thighs.

Steele then moved back down to where the spy’s feet were held captive between the wooden planks of the stocks. The boy definitely had beautiful feet! They were large, masculine, wide-soled feet. the balls of his feet looked plump and sensitive, the toes were adorable and well-kept, the heels were broad and sturdy and the only area that seemed to have slightly rough skin. And boy, Steele noted, were those poor tootsies burned!!! His poor soles were a dark pink, almost red, and Steele knew that the slightest touch would register as pain as soon as the boy was awake. In a few days he knew the bottoms of the captive man’s feet would be peeling, but right now they were the most gorgeous things he’d ever seen! He snapped a quick picture of the stud’s trapped soles with his polaroid and added it to the collection of his victims’ feet he kept in a desk drawer.

Steele glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes until Chad woke up. He quickly moved to put the finishing touches on the prisoner’s bondage. Each toe was spread far apart and tied tightly to one of ten separate eyehooks screwed into the wood over the ankle holes. This forced his feet into a hyper-flexed position, would keep his feet completely still during the torture, and afforded access to those incredibly sensitive spots between his toes. Finally he retrieved the sweaty socks that the guards had left balled up on the couch. Smelling each pair, he chose the most rank, tied the toes of the socks together and then around Chad’s head so that the sweaty knot at the toes was pushed up right against his nose. He balled up one from the other pair, shoved it into Chad’s mouth and anchored it there with the other. Steele went to his desk to retrieve a candle and a box of matches. He turned down the lights in the room and moved himself a chair right up to where the boy’s feet were held trapped at the end of the table.

“Wakey, wakey…”, Steele whispered as he lit the tapered candle and held the flame to the boy’s feet, letting it lick at the boy’s tender soles. in the dark room, the little flame illuminated the spy’s soles with it’s flickering light. Steele continued to move the flame slowly around the bottoms of the man’s trapped feet, watching his face for the first reaction. First, when the heat became intense enough, the muscles in the soles of Chad’s bound feet began to tense and strain, but could effect no actual movement and then his eyes suddenly snapped open. Even though the candle flame just barely touched the surface of his soles and Steele kept it in constant motion, the heat paired with the bad sunburn caused poor Chad to scream a muffled scream into the sock gag. Then the smell of the filthy sweatsock tied under his nose and the salty taste of the sock in his mouth hit him and his face screwed up in disgust. He tried pulling his feet away from the tormenting little fire to no avail. Then he glanced from side to side and Steele saw his eyes widen with fear as he realized that he was securely bound and completely unable to move his crucified upper body, legs, and, of course, his feet (even his toes were helplessly bound)! he began moaning loudly into the sock as Steele continued to explore his sunburned soles with the evil flame. Caressing the tender flesh with the cruel flame, he’d occasionally hold the little fire motionless against an area, the arch, between his big and first toes, and watch the fear build as that pinpoint of pain became more and more intense, the muscles of his legs flexing uselessly in an attempt to escape the flame, and then he’d move the candle on… This went on for almost an hour, with Chad writhing as much as his restraints would allow (almost none), screaming, breathing hard, sweating in pain. Then Steele became bored with the game, blew the candle out, and untied each of Chad’s toes. the spy sighed with relief, thinking his ordeal was over, at least for the day.

Steele untied only his toes, though. Then he went over to his desk and returned with a box of rubberbands, the big, wide, heavy-duty variety. Pulling out ten from the box, he proceeded to place five around each of Chad Wright’s bound feet, slipping them over his toes and moving them down. One bisecting his foot just below the toes, one just below the balls, two across the insteps and one just above each heel. Then his toes were tied back into place. Chad watched all this in silence, his face falling as he realized that the day’s torture was STILL not over, and wondered what fresh hell he was in store for. When he was done, Steele pulled the rubberband at the ball of his right foot (the pinkest area of his burned soles) out as far as it would stretch (almost a foot) and held it poised there, looking directly into his captive’s eyes. It suddenly dawned on him what was going to happen now and Chad began shaking his head violently from side to side shouting indecipherable pleas into the stinking gag. Steele stretched the rubberband just a little further and watched Chad stare in terror at his helpless, waiting feet.
“Is there a password you’d like to share with me, Chad Wright?”, Steele asked with a growing grin.

The spy slowly closed his eyes and shook his head, “No”.

“That’s what i was hoping you’d say…”, and Steele let the rubberband fly. It made a loud slapping sound when it made contact with his sunburned sole and Chad cried out in agony from the stinging pain. Steele laughed out loud at his misery and pulled back the band just under the toes of his right foot and let it go. Chad screamed again. Steele had no idea how this felt since he’d never sunburned his own soles and repeatedly stung them with rubberbands, but judging from the reactions he’d gotten from every prisoner he’d tried it on, he gathered it was excruciating. He pondered how ruthlessly sadistic he was as he began rapidly and incessantly stinging the boy’s feet at random spots. He basked in the youth’s agony, tears rolling down his cheeks now, loud sobs wracked his throat as Steele continued the torture thinking how glad he was that he wasn’t in Chad Wright’s shoes (or out of them, as the case may be). This phase of the interrogation lasted almost another hour before Steele decided to move on.

Steele used scissors to cut away the rubberbands and produced two small metal devices. He held them in front of Chad who hadn’t the slightest idea what they were, but knew he’d found out soon and probably wish they’d never been made.

“Password?”, Steele made a half-hearted attempt to get the information he needed even though he hoped it be a while longer before the boy broke. Chad shook his head and Steele moved back down to his trapped feet. He placed one of the metal devices on each helpless big toe and turned a screw embedded in each device. The small apparatuses worked like tiny vices, squeezing his toes between two small metal plates. Steele watched Chad’s face as he slowly turned the screws tighter and tighter causing the spy to cry into his gag as this new pain gradually increased. When Steele felt satisfied that the pain in the boy’s toes must be more than unbearable, he left the screws as they were and pulled out a thin strip of black rubber tubing. Before Chad knew what was happening, Steele had begun to use the strip of rubber to whip the soles of his immobile feet. he didn’t hit hard enough to break bones or cause swelling (he had no desire to mar the beauty of these big, manly feet), but even a tap across those tenderized soles would have registered as pain. Steele prided himself on his talent for extracting information without the use of no-holds-barred barbaric force. None of his victims had ever left his chambers permanently damaged in any way, but with memories of tortures so cruel they’d have nightmares for weeks nonetheless. now with each lash of rubber against flesh he repeated the question in earnest ,”Password?”. And still the boy held out even though each stroke produced a loud yelp and brought fresh tears to his eyes. finally Steele’s arm began to tire and he decided to move to the final stage of torture. The prisoner’s feet were now sensitive enough for his most diabolical of torments. not one of his victims had ever held out through this next ordeal, and everything he’d done so far to poor Chad’s feet was merely in preparation for what was coming next.

He walked over to his desk again, this time to retrieve a box of assorted feathers he kept there…

When the whipping of his soles finally stopped Chad closed his eyes, his head drooping, his hair drenched with sweat, and took deep, ragged breaths in an attempt to regain his composure. as soon as the echoing pain of that last sting of rubber against his soles died away, the dull ache of the small screw-vices attached to his toes came back into focus and he became aware once again of the stench of the guard’s sock tied under his nose. Eyes still defiantly shut, he moaned into the salty gag and prayed that they were done with him for the day. He heard Steele walk back up to the table and pull up the chair to sit down. He opened his eyes to see his tormenter smiling at him from the other end of the table in front of his trapped feet.

“Are you ready to give me that password, Chad?”

The young spy took a deep breath and even though he was audibly whimpering he shook his head slowly from side to side, fearing for the raw soles of his feet. Steele opened the lid of the black box he’d gotten from his desk and pulled out a handful of various types of feathers. Fanning them out like a poker hand in front of Chad he asked, “Which one would you like to start with?”.

The simple sight of the feathers sent a shock through the man’s entire body, every muscle tensed in an involuntary effort to free himself from his bondage. Alas, all his determination could do was to cause a faint creaking in the wood of the heavy oak stocks. He pleaded incoherently into the dirty sock and shook his head violently from side to side. Steele grinned sadistically, he knew that Chad must have been really ticklish to begin with, judging from his reaction. He knew the boy was going to be horrified at how much more ticklish his feet were going to be after all the abuse they’d suffered today: made tender by a long sweaty run, then more tender dancing on hot sand, even more tender after the forced sunburn, and then super-tenderized by the rubberband stings and the whipping. Even the guys he’d tortured who weren’t initially ticklish and scoffed when he pulled out the feathers found it impossible to withstand once they found out how ticklish their feet had become after the ordeal. this was going to be fun!!

“I think we’ll start with the softest and work up to the stiffest feather…unless you have something to tell me?”, he got up and moved up to where the spy’s torso was strapped to the wall and untied the sock gag, leaving the other pair tied over his nose, “Anything to say?”.

It took a second for Chad to find his voice, and when he did speak his deep, sexy voice trembled. Steele knew he was close to breaking. “P-p-please. please. you gotta understand. I-I-I can’t. I just can’t betray my country. no-no-no matter what you do.(a nervous pause here). so please, please stop this, please…”

Without a word, just a cold smile. Steele slowly walked back down to the end of the table where the poor man’s feet protruded through the wooden planks of the stocks. He chose the most delicate feather from the box, a soft, short, white one. “oh god. oh god. oh god oh god. ohgodohgodohgod…”, he heard Chad chanting to himself in anticipation of the torture even before the feather made contact! Steele was enjoying himself immensely, his cock becoming even more rigid in his pants. He placed the very tip of the feather against the stretched ball of his left foot, right at the spot where his toes connected and slowly began dragging it back and forth horizontally.

“Aaaaaaahhahaha god god godgoooooooood ga ah ga ga jeeeeze shit shit ah ahahaaaaaahaaaaaheeee god god ha ha haaaaarghahaa haaaargh geee heeeeee….”, Chad Wright’s face was a twisted mask of ticklish agony as he immediately broke down into helpless laughter.

Steele quickly replaced the white feather with a longer, stiffer, brown one without missing a beat and began sliding it’s tip up and down his left sole vertically. His toes strained to instinctively curl but were held stretched, and splayed by the eyehooks. the muscles in his feet were rigid and his foot was visibly vibrating in torment as I traced about it’s instep with the feather, more aggressively applied now.

“Plea-PLEA-PUH-Leeeeeeeeze god stop. stop. stop. sthaaaaaaaaaaap! hee heeeehahahaaaargh!! ha ha haaaa!! hahahaaa! I-I-I can’t t-t-take hee ha ha thissssssss ss sssahahaaaaa…”, Chad was wild-eyed now, whipping his head from side to side, slinging beads of sweat from his wet hair that occasionally hit Steele’s face. He’d lick the salty drops from his lips and continue to ceaselessly, and without mercy, tickle his trapped soles.

Steele could tell he was very, very close to breaking now and traded the brown feather for the stiffest one, a long spotted feather with wiry separated tendrils. Steele placed it between the big and first bound toes of his right foot, held it with both hands by the end and tip and rapidly began sliding it back and forth with sadistic relish. Chad’s body tensed even more, the muscles beneath his wet suffering flesh seemed so tight they’d snap and a loud, long, hopeless, deep-throated screaming laugh poured from his lips and echoed loudly in the room and then he said the word…

“SILVER TONGUE! SILVER TONGUE! ah ah hahahaaaa S-I-L-V-E-R T-O-N-G-U-E, SILVER TONGUE!!! that’s the fuckin’ password d-d-damnit ta tahahaaaa! stop! stop!! STOP!!!”

Steele knew the poor boy wasn’t lying, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop just yet. He picked up a second feather and tickled both feet simultaneously and watched the spy’s body trembling in pure ticklish agony. He suddenly noticed the boy’s cock had become urgently erect despite the torture. Steele was delighted and stopped the foot tickling to move up to Chad’s secured lap where his penis stood at attention. He began stroking just the head with the tip of the feather and it grew even larger.

“Oh. oh. ohhhhhhh….mmmmm”, Chad sighed almost with pleasure. Steele discarded the feather and made a tight fist around the shaft and began slowly, but firmly stoking it up and down. “Oh. ooooh god. god….”

“You wanna cum don’t you?”, Steele asked and, humiliated, Chad nodded his head, “yes…yes…”.

Steele stroked faster and faster, the boy’s abs tensed to cum, and just as he was about to shoot Steele released his penis denying him his reward. his neglected cock pulsed in mid-air, aching, with no hope of orgasm. “noooooooo….”, Chad was actually weeping at the sudden ceasing of the badly needed stimulation. Steele chuckled sadistically and moved back down to the boy’s sunburned, tortured feet and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his hard cock and inserted it between the big and first toes of his right foot. he began sliding it in back and forth between the toes. The hot sunburned flesh felt delicious against his cock and each time his pubic hair brushed against the bottom of the foot Chad yelped in pain. Within moments he came explosively all over the spy’s toes as he enviously watched, making the poor boy even hornier.

Steele went back to his desk and called a guard to come and retrieve the prisoner. He instructed him to tie the boy down to the cot in his cell. Steele had decided not even to allow the boy to bring himself of in the night, simply after of pure meanness.

After the boy was gone, Steele put his head down on his desk and replayed the torture session from beginning to end in his mind. He fell asleep with a wicked smile on his face and a hand cupped around his balls. In the middle of the night he was awakened by a loud explosion and then inexplicably knocked unconscious…

…when Steele awoke again, his eyes were met with a blinding light. He squinted painfully and tried to get up. He couldn’t move! As his eyes became used to the light, he realized he was outside and buried to the neck in the sand. Directly in front of his face were the soles of three pairs of feet, crossed at the ankles. so close he could smell them, combat boots and socks lying nearby. Looking up Steele recognized the faces of his last three victims smiling down at him. Chad moved one of his feet closer and pulled his lip down with a sunburned big toe, “Let’s see how YOU do, tuff-guy!”

Steele craned his neck around to see his feet upturned and sticking out of the ground about four feet behind him. He noticed that the soles glistened with cooking oil in the sun and he was suddenly aware of the heat building on the bottoms of his feet. He felt himself starting to cry and couldn’t stop thinking about those rubberbands…

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