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Barren Dune Penitentiary: Part 2 – The Barbershop
by Rodd Sterling
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When Sven visits Bangkok on business, he expects to spend days abusing the local boys. But things don’t quite work out that way when the tables are turned on him. A hot brutal story from TXBound.

A Visit to Bangkok – Chapter 1 & 2
by TXBound

CHAPTER 1

Sven had just arrived in Bangkok. It was one of his favorite cities to visit. The people were great, the city was alive and most of all his high sex drive could be satisfied. His job in global banking took him to many locations but he was always excited to be able to spend time in Thailand. The Thai attitude toward sex was refreshing and he loved Thai boys his age.

On this trip he had arranged it so that he would have some free time since there was a four day holiday in Thailand before his meetings would start. Since his job required him to travel alone he didn’t have to worry about business associates. Sven was a good looking young man with a strong swimmers build. Topped off by a head of blond hair with a good covering of blond hair on his chest, pubic area, balls, ass and legs. Fortunately, he didn’t have hair on his back like some of the friends he played with. He was about 5’10” tall and 175 lbs., but he was pure muscle because he swam and ran while he was on the road.

Sven was very cautious of keeping his private and business life separate. None of his business colleagues knew that he was bi-sexual or into bondage and domination. He was careful when in Bangkok with the women and because many of them wouldn’t butt fuck he tended to go to Boy’s Town. The freedom was incredible. As soon as he arrived at his hotel he showered put on some shorts and an old t-shirt and flip flops to get the long weekend started. By 10 pm he had been to three bars and 2 massage studios and had fucked two guys and one girl. For some reason he preferred Thai guys. Their dark black hair and smooth tan skin was a real turn on for him. Maybe because they were such a contrast to him. He especially liked the boys’ dark mats of pubic hair but then no hair elsewhere. But he wasn’t satisfied. He sat in one of the male strip clubs and boys were continually coming up to him so he made his way to another massage house.

The routine was the same, he would order a drink and then the manager would bring him a picture book of all the boys or he could just select them in the glass cage where they were working out in their skimpy white briefs. Man these boys were hot but he knew he wanted more. Over the two years Sven had gotten seriously into bondage and domination. He had visited several dungeons and masters on his travels and had now started his own facility back home. Something about dominating and forcing himself on others was a massive turn on and even now caused him to get another hard on.

One of the Masters he worked with on occasion had told him that there were not that many places in Bangkok but there were a few. He told him that it would be best to take some photos of what he wanted to a facility to make sure whoever he was talking with could understand. It would be important that he was clear so he got what he wanted. The Master had told him about trying to explain a BDSM session with a house manager once and he ended up with three women instead of a BDSM session with men. That was why he strongly recommended photos of flogging, electro, fucking, sounds, shaving, oral sex, spanking, foot torture of men. That way whoever he would be talking with could understand.

Sven left and went to one of the gay strip clubs in the Silom district. The Internet had described the club as being bondage and fetish friendly. So far Sven saw some Thai boys trying to pull off leather but this wasn’t what he was looking for at all. A guy a few tables away on the other hand had boys all over him. They had unbuttoned his shirt so his hairy chest was in clear view and the boys took turns nursing on his erect nipples. There was something about the guy that caught Sven’s eye. It could have been that he was the only other tourist looking guy in the place. Sven turns to look at the stage and when he does he feels some hands coming over his shoulders trying to unbutton his shirt. He turns and sees the guy that had been across the room with three Thai guys hanging on to him and another one trying to get into Sven’s shirt which he did quickly and easily. The boys knew that a gay man’s nipples were the road to his dick and a quick sale of sex.

The guy asked if they could join Sven at his table. He didn’t see the harm so he said yes. By that point the Thai boy had Sven’s shirt pulled off and was starting on his nipples. Sven pushed him away but only half-heartedly because he was getting another hard on. The other guy introduced himself as Raj. He had a heavy accent but could evidently speak fluent Thai.

Raj looks at Sven and likes what he sees. A young European guy with light blond fur in what is supposed to be a gay bondage bar. Raj on the other hand was 6’3 and about 220lbs of muscle with dark fur on his chest and arms but Sven figured the hair followed the train below. Raj asked Sven what he was doing and Sven told him just looking for some action. Raj pointedly responded that it didn’t look like he was finding what he wanted. Sven had to smile and he said no he wasn’t. The music as normal was loud and the show had ended so Raj asked Sven if he wanted to get a coffee. Sven was a little cautious but he decided that he would so they went outside to the street and there was a Starbucks a block away.

Raj asked Sven what he wanted and ordered and paid for the coffees. They then sat for a while and Raj asked something about Sven. Sven told him about being in Bangkok for business but he had the next four days off. Raj even found out what hotel he was staying at. Raj finally asked him if he like girls or boys. Sven explained that he was bi but was looking for some S&M/Bondage with boys but he wasn’t having any luck. He told Raj about the conversation with a Master he worked regarding dungeon scenes in Bangkok. Raj listened intently and explained that those types of places were much protected because there were not a lot of Thai’s that got into that. Sven looked very disappointed and told Raj that he had planned his whole 4 days around a dungeon session.

Raj then tells Sven that he comes to Bangkok quite often and has heard of two places that might work out. Sven gets excited and asks Raj if he can have the names. Raj tells him that they will need to go back to the club to Raj can get the names of the places but that unless Sven speaks Thai he will not be successful. Sven then tells Raj that his Master friend had prepared him for that and he showed Raj the 30 dungeon photo’s that he had on his phone. When Raj saw the pictures several of the slaves were blond and Raj asked if those were photos of Sven. Sven told him they were not because he would be the Master. They finished their coffees and walked back to the club.

When they walked into the club, Raj saw someone and waved him over. Raj spoke to the guy in Thai. Raj’s English was broken but it sounded like he was fluent Thai. The guy looked at Sven and smiled. Raj then asked Sven to show the guy the pictures and they again spoke in Thai. At last the guy disappears for a while. Raj tells me that is going to get some places for you with address and tells Sven that he will need to tip the guy 10 Baht. When the guy returns he hands the card with writing on it to Sven and Sven gives him the 10 Baht. As the guy walks away there is something written on it but he can’t read it. He asks Raj if he just got screwed and Raj laughs and asks him if he would like for him to go with him to make sure he gets what he really wants. Sven thanks him and tells him that he will take him to dinner in a couple of days as payback.

As they leave the bar Raj waves at the guy who is now on the phone. Sven and Raj get into a cab and Raj gives him the address. The cab driver looks twice at him because it is a rough part of Bangkok. Raj tells Sven that it will take 20 Baht because of the part of town but by this time Sven was ready to go and he really appreciated Raj. The cab finally turns down a dark street with just a few lights. Raj is looking at the paper and tells the driver to stop. Sven hands him the baht and they get out of the car. Before they can move the taxi is gone. Raj walks up to a big iron gate and rings a bell and talks to someone of the speaker. A good looking boy clad only in a jock strap comes to the gate and leads them through a garden and into a large lounge.

This place looks a lot like the other massage joints. They are shown to a table and boys come and sit next to them and put their hands on Sven and Raj’s crotches and start undoing their pants and shirts. Sven had lost his briefs after his first boy fuck. Raj tells them to move on in Thai so the manager comes over and Raj tells him something. The manager bows and leaves and comes back with a book. It is a photo book of all the boys. The only difference in this one and the other places is the photos are of naked boys. Sven had already decided that he wanted three slaves for his session and he wanted them to be a little older and in good muscular shape if possible. He couldn’t wait to get ahold of one or more and shave those dark bushes off. Sven thinks he knows which three but is still worried if this place is really a dungeon. It seems fairly dead except for a couple of other tourists who are looking at books while boys are under their tables giving them blow jobs.

Sven asks Raj if this is really a dungeon type place. Raj tells the manager something and he returns with another photo book of a complete dungeon. It is fully loaded with water torture facility, bondage table, fucking benches, tens units, numerous dildo’s, sounds, whips, floggers, stocks and cross and medical. Raj then tells Sven to show the manager his photos so Sven starts showing him all 30 bondage, S&M photos some are guys in military fatigues fucking captives, others are torture scenes like the one from James Bond getting his nuts busted. Others are some medical scenes and bondage. The manager smiles and says in poor English, “you want?” Sven nods and says yes. Raj confirms in Thai to the guy and they talk some more. Raj then asks which boy/boys do you want and Sven shows him three, he smiles and says those are good, men not boys who will cry. Raj tells him which boys and then asks Sven how long he wants the boys and the dungeon. This is an opportunity so Sven tells him three days and that he might want to switch out for new boys if they stop performing well. Raj laughs at that and then tells the manager the information. Sven is so thankful that Raj helped him out. This would have really not been possible without him.

The Manager then comes back and shows them a paper that indicates the cost will be 2000 Baht. Sven knew it would be a lot but for Thailand that was steep. Raj sees Sven’s surprise and asks him if he want to reduce to one boy or maybe to 2 days. He sees the disappointment in Sven’s eyes and starts talking with the manager and they walk over to another man across the room. Their conversation lasts a good 10 minutes. Sven is afraid that his fantasy may not happen. Raj comes back and tells him that he has them down to 1200 Baht but that is as low as they will go. Everything will be provided, is that ok. Sven tells Raj that it is more than ok and thanks him and asks how he can repay him for all the help. Raj just laughs and tells him that they will find a way when they meet again for dinner. Sven would love to fuck Raj at this point but hopes he will be able to later.

The transaction is finalized and more drinks are brought to the table. The manager tells the two that it will be about thirty minutes until everything is prepared so they bring out some boys to entertain. The boys start their usual with undoing their shirts and then the boy is pulling at his pants and zipper. Raj tells Sven that it is time for him to leave but asks for Sven’s Hotel name and room number so that he can contact him to get the lowdown on the session. Sven tells him that he is at the Bangkok Regent room 813. Raj stands up to leave and Sven stands as well. As he does the boy at his knees pulls Sven’s shorts totally down. Raj leans over and kisses Sven on the lips and grabs Sven’s now exposed dick and balls. As he lingers he flicks his now fully exposed nipples since the boys had removed his shirt and fingers Sven’s ass. As raj walks away he tells Sven that he wants some of that and laughs. Raj leaves and Sven continues his drink with another drink arriving. The boys are all over him now trying to kiss him and suck his cock. His shorts have been completely pulled off and he is basically naked with three boys all over him in the bar. It seems like an hour passed but he didn’t mind thinking of what was to cum. He decided to take one of the Viagra in his pocket.

Suddenly three policemen or military men knock open the door and start shouting. The naked boys run from the room but the manager points to Sven. Sven is getting light headed and all he remembers is that the policemen come directly to him and pick him up totally naked leaving his clothes. He can’t think, he is foggy but he does think “what has he gotten himself into – arrested in Thailand”. Then everything goes black.

CHAPTER 2

Sven starts waking up but he is totally disoriented and can’t move at all. He can’t see anything and he is in a tight fetal position wrapped tightly in netting or something. His shins/thighs have been tied tightly together to his body and pulled together so tight that his cock was touching his lips. His head is pushed forward so he forms a human ball. His balls ache. Sven was an avid yoga instructor so flexibility was natural but this was clearly beyond what he had ever done. His balls had been pulled tightly and were clamped so they protruded well beyond his ass. He hears people talking but can’t understand them at all. He hears water running and then hands on his ass and in his hole. He feel himself swaying and decides that he must be hanging. His mind starts to clear as whoever it is continues rubbing his hole. Damn Viagra is in effect and his dick is growing with no place to go but Sven’s mouth. He tries to yell but his jaws can’t even move because his dick is invading his mouth. Someone knows bondage.

Sven wondered if he was being held by the police or worse the military for some reason. It sounded. like boots walking around. The rubbing of his exposed ass continues and it feels good. He hears more voices. Someone is giving orders and then he hears some moaning, followed by muffled screaming. He wonders if he is in a prison with others. Then suddenly his ass is paddled with about 10 hard swats this causes him to swing uncontrollably. He is helpless then something hits his balls hard which takes his breath away. The room echoes and he hears water running. Then water jets start hitting his body in all directions. The force stings and one jet hits his ass hole and feels like it is being ripped open. He has difficulty breathing from all the water. The force of the water burns his body then it stops. While his ass is wet he receives about 20 swats to his ass and balls. Just as the swats stop a hose is stuck in to his ass and his bowels are filled. He feels like he will explode when a plug is put into his ass. The plug plus the water pressure on his prostrate causes his dick to fully fill his mouth and he tastes pre cum. About the time he thinks he will cum the plug is pulled and the enema rushes out of his ass. Then the jets start again one jet seems to be aimed toward his ass hole and it pounds his ass with water jets. Then it stops and he is filled with water and plugged. This process is repeated about ten times and toward the end his ass would receive 20+ hard swats while a larger plug with some ridges was driven deep into his ass. The pressure on his prostrate couldn’t take it anymore and his own dick in his mouth erupted and filled his mouth with his salty manhood. It had been a long time since he had tasted his own cum, lately only other slaves got that privilege.

Suddenly there was calm. Sven could hear voices again. He was still hanging in the wet room and his twisted body is aching. He hears someone approaching and a deep heavy English accent tells Sven that he hopes he has enjoyed his introduction to the dungeon. Whoever it is grabs Sven’s balls and squeezes them. The accent then changes to a broken English and Sven immediately recognized the voice as Raj. Sven starts trying to yell or mumble and tries to swing his body but Raj grabs Sven by the balls and squeezes even harder. Boy, and you are now my boy, Raj says, you wanted this, well maybe not this but this is what you get. Raj starts telling Sven of everything he had done since the first minute he had seen Sven in the first bar. As Raj tells Sven the story he slowly glides his hands all over the naked Sven’s body. Raj tells Sven that it was a total set up and that he was stupid to trust anyone in one of those bars. Raj then tells Sven that he is sending one of his boys with a similar build and wig on to Sven’s hotel to collect all of Sven’s things because he may not be needing them again. This panic’s Sven. Raj tells him that the only thing they need is the combination to the safe in his room. Sven isn’t about to give that to them but Raj has ways. Raj tells Sven that he knows that Sven doesn’t want to provide the combination but to give him a chance he tells Sven to wiggle his toes twice on his right foot if he is ready to give the combination. Nothing happens.

Raj, laughs he is going to enjoy this as he pushes the hanging Sven over a tank of water. Sven hears the water splashing but can’t tell what is happening. Raj tells Sven that he has one more chance to provide the combination, again no movement of the toes. Ok then Sven, you don’t get another chance until I decide says Raj. Hope you are good at holding your breath as you get fucked. Raj continues, I knew when I saw you in the bar that I would have that ass of yours boy. Then you spill your guts about being alone with no one knowing where you are, how stupid. Raj tells him how the place he took him had some dungeon play but nothing as serious as what Raj had. He continues to tell Sven how he worked with the manager to set it all up and paid the manager an additional 800 baht on top of the 1200 to get possession of you and the three boys you choice. Yes, Raj says, I will have them too and they will have you. As Raj tells Sven the story the weight of it all hits Sven. How stupid could he be? As Raj continues telling Sven the painful details of the deceit Sven feels Raj’s fingers entering his ass. Raj tells Sven that if he does as he is told he might be released but if he doesn’t he will become a slave which will generate lots of cash in Thailand.

Raj gives Sven one more chance to tell him the safe combination that holds his passport, credit cards and other important documents. Sven doesn’t move his toes. Raj laughs and tells Sven that he had hoped that he would refuse because the torture about to be inflected is his favorite. Sven feels his body being lowered, he is being lowered into water. Raj tells Sven that the goal of this torture is for Sven to either move his toes to give the combination or he will stay under water while being fucked until Raj cums or he has mercy. It starts, Raj rams his dick into Sven’s ass. The water helped provide some lubrication but not a lot and Raj’s dick was big. Sven is caught off guard as he plunges into the water. He is so compressed that he has trouble getting a breath. Raj is pounding his ass while holding on to Sven’s balls, pulling Sven back and forth on Raj’s dick by his balls. Raj doesn’t want to kill the guy so he lets him up for a breath. Raj asks Sven how it is going just as he drops him back into the water the pounding in his ass is harder now and he is under water longer he can’t take it much longer but Raj isn’t letting up this time just as Sven moves his toes he feels Raj cum into his ass. The hot cum filling his bowels compared to the cool water.

Raj pulls Sven up and he gasps for air. Raj tells him that he was pleased him on two fronts. First he will get the combination and secondly he has already made Raj cum. Raj then instructs Sven to move his fingers to show the combination. Sven first shows 4 fingers, then 2, then 2 again then all five. Raj tells him to move his toes if the code is 4225 and Sven does. He is paying that he will at least be released from this swinging hell.

Raj then calls someone over and talks to them in Thai. I have sent my boy, looking like you to your hotel to retrieve all of your belongings. The soldiers that captured you last night will entertain you until he returns from your hotel to make sure the combination is correct. Raj then adds, I really like you boy, I think you may stay with me for a while! Sven then feels more water sloshing and the water actually rises. He feels several hands on his body. Someone enters this ass and there are people on each side and one moves his head. Raj then tells him that if traffic isn’t bad the boy should be back in an hour and thirty minutes but if not it could take up to three hours. Raj also tells him that the enemas that he was given contained ED drugs so that he would react faster and longer.

Sven is submerged repeatedly and fucked over and over during the next hours. Sven’s body aches so much but the only thing that actually feels good is the warmth of the cum that continues to be shot into his open ass. When he chokes they let him up a little but then his balls take a beating. By now he is surprised that they haven’t just fallen off. His dick is rock hard and fills his mouth. He has cum three times now and had to swallow his own cum or drown in it. Sven can’t tell how many times he has been fucked or how many guys are involved. He feels cum oozing out of his ass but they keep going. He doesn’t know how much more he can take.

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Sven suffers greatly at the hands and cocks of his new master Raj and his men in the second half of TxBound’s story.

A Visit to Bangkok – Chapters 3 & 4
by TXBound

CHAPTER 3

Sven suddenly hears Raj’s voice. Well boy, you did well and provided us with the correct combination number. We have all of the things you will no longer need. Raj instructs the soldiers as he called them to clean Sven up and prepare him for rest and their next session. Sven was taken back to the shower room and it all started again with the hard jet sprays and enemas. He was then lowered onto a cart of some type and wheeled to another room. This room, he didn’t hear the sound of water and he was pleased with that. The soldiers lifted the ball of Sven off the cart and placed him on a table. There were four of them now and they carefully cut the tight net that had held Sven in his ball. They then removed the leg straps that had clamped him into the fetal position. They were careful to not move him too quickly. They didn’t remove the ball clamp so when they stretched his legs out, it pulls his sensitive balls even further out. He was then fastened to a flat table in a spread eagle position. Again he could only move his toes and fingers. His head was placed in a hood that restricted any movement and he couldn’t see anything. He suddenly felt a needle prick in his arm. Raj is there and suddenly tells Sven that they will be feeding him through his veins for a few days and providing some other medications. Sven knew they were putting Viagra and other ed drugs in him. But he didn’t think for long before he passed out.

Sven didn’t know how long he had been passed out. He could feel his dick now and it was in pain. He hears someone coming and then hears Raj’s voice. Welcome back boy. Raj tells him that he has a lot of fun planned and unless Sven wants to go back to the fucking water torture he will cooperate. Raj grabs Sven’s balls. Sven hadn’t noticed that his balls were now free until Raj grabbed them. He wouldn’t have been surprised that they had fallen off. Raj rips off the eye covers of the mask and Sven can see the reflection of him strapped totally naked to a large cross like table. His dick had been roped and is connected to a pulley and is being pulled tight if looked like it was about a foot long. He then sees a naked body but not a face. He knows it is Raj from the tremendous hairy chest. Raj rips off the mouth cover of Sven’s mask and tells him to suck like his life depends on it, because it does. Sven starts to refuse then the crank holding his dick is tightened again. His mouth opens and Raj inserts his dick. At first he was not too bad but as he sucked more Raj told him to suck harder and Raj rammed his dick down the boy’s throat as far as he possibly could. While Raj is fucking Sven’s mouth he feels someone else putting clamps on his tits. The pain was terrible at first but numbed after a few minutes. Sven’s dick was released. Raj tells him that they had to let it go so rot didn’t start. They had tied it up over 5 hours ago and they let Sven see his stretched dick and balls. His dick looked like it was 12 inches and his balls were a good 12-15 inches below his body and his balls were enormous. Raj let him know that they had done a little alteration on his genitals by injecting a solution into his balls and cock to enlarge them. Raj then shoots another load and Sven chokes on his cum. Raj says that he is going to have to let his soldiers train Sven just like they did in the water so he learns to swallow and never choke. The soldiers come up and take turns fucking his mouth.

Sven can feel hands and things being done to his body. The nipple clamps are adjusted and seems different. Raj is working on Sven’s dick and balls and something is inserted into his dick. Lastly something large is forced in to his now gaping ass hole. As he swallows load after load of cum without choking he hears Raj. Boy you seem to be doing better, then it hits. Electricity flows through his body. It seem like it enters his ass and tits and exits through his wired penis. Each time the voltage is turned higher and Sven starts screaming. Raj tells him that he wants Sven to tell him what he wants him to do to him over the next several days without screaming due to the pain. If the answer is what Raj wants then there will be no electric but if the answer is not a match then the pain will get worse with each wrong answer.

Raj then starts: Boy – Does Master Raj want to fuck you, beat you or electrocute you? Sven is half delirious by now so he thinks the answer would be electrocute – wrong says Master Raj – I want to do all of those things and I will and the power surges through Sven’s body.

Next Question: Should boys seeking bondage and domination search out sex in Bangkok? Sven thinks and answers no – wrong again fucker says Raj and more electricity surges through his body. Master Raj loves dumb fucking white boys.

Raj stops the game and tells Sven that this needs more excitement so he attached electric clamps to Sven’s tongue, ear lobes and the skin between his toes.

Next question: Are you enjoying your dungeon session? Sven decides that he should say yes – and mumble something with the clamp on his tongue. Raj says wrong then laughs you are going to need to speak clearer boy I couldn’t understand you and the electricity goes again. Sven’s body is wet now from sweat and the electric charges seem stronger than usual

Final Question Boy: Name Ten things you want Master Raj to do to his new slave and think carefully because this could be painful if you don’t answer correctly. Sven takes his time and thinks about what he would do then answers:
1. Shave body
2. Fisting
3. Flogging and Whipping
4. Foot Torture
5. Be a toilet and Receive WS from Master

Raj tells Sven that he is doing very well but he will need to beg him to do those things and Sven begs for each one. It is getting harder now but Raj tells him that he has 1 minute to name the remaining five.

6. Wax
7. Spanking

The electricity surges, wrong boy those are not nearly harsh enough for a pussy boy like you.

8. Gang Rape
9 Gang Torture and whipping

Raj, very good boy, just what I had in mind – you will make me some money at my club

10 – Time runs out

Electricity surges for what seemed like forever to Sven. He was laying in pools of sweat now that allowed the current to be more effective.

Raj tells something to his soldiers who have nothing on except their boots and harnesses. The electrical clamps are removed and they put ointment on some of the burns. Sven thought he smelled burning flesh because he had accidentally done that to a boy before. The soldiers then remove Sven from the table and carry him across the room where his head is placed in a clamp so he can’t move his head and his arms and feet are spread. Then his entire body is lifted off the ground to he is hanging again except just not in a ball. Raj tells the slaves that Sven had paid for to come over and join some of his own slaves. He tells them something in Thai and Sven sees the smiles come across their faces and they leave for a few minutes and return with some bins. Master Raj turns to Sven and tells him that his first request is going to be fulfilled now and demands that Sven again beg for it. Sven begs to be shaved because he doesn’t want the water torture again. Raj then says, well I will agree to some of your pathetic begging. We will remove the hair on your body but we will not remove it from your head. When you provide services at my club later customers will pay more to see a pussy boy with yellow hair. Raj then smiles and lets Sven know that shaving doesn’t provide long enough results so his slaves will be pulling out the hairs on his body and face. By now Sven had about a five day growth and being young it made him look like a stud but Raj didn’t want a stud, he wanted a pussy boy. Raj also tells Sven that he has told the slaves that if they achieve the job in less than 4 hours, they will be able to have 4 hours with you. Raj tells Sven that the reason the slaves are excited is because penetration and delivering cum, body solids or fluids means domination so he would become the lowest form of human. Sven almost breaks down when hearing that but he doesn’t have long, before the pain starts from the slaves pulling and yanking our wads of hair. They also used an ancient form of hair removal call threading.

Sven endured the pain for three hours. From his toes to his ass to his balls, dick, arm pits, chest, belly and on to his face and neck. The slaves thoroughly checked him to make sure there was no remaining hair because they knew that if there was they would be punished and worse they would not get their time with the new slave. Sven’s body was red and there were a few blood spots where the pulling of the hair follicle had resulted in bleeding. A slave went to get Raj before the four hours were over.

Master Raj returns with a smile on his face. He rubs his hands all over Sven’s body to make sure every hair not on the top of Sven’s head is gone. He preferred boys this way because the hair would not come back as fast and after a few hours the skin is smooth. He also enjoyed the next torture. He tells the slaves in Thai that they have earned their reward but he wants to provide some more torture to the new slave and they are not to remove anything. With that Master Raj pulls a bottle and a jar with some rage from a cabinet. He tells one of the slaves to gag the new boy. As the slave gags Sven, Master Raj applies alcohol to Sven’s raw body causing Sven to cry and scream. Master Raj shakes his head and tells Sven that he has just earned more punishment. With that he opens a large jar of jelly type substance. In reality the jelly was red hot that had been intensified. Master Raj then put on some large rubber gloves and applied the gel to Sven’s nuts, dick, ass, asshole and even inserted his fingers deep into Sven’s ass. The scream was shrill and Master Raj told Sven that the more he screams, the more he will apply. Sven stopped immediately.

As Master Raj left the room he told the slaves in Thai that they could do whatever they wanted to the slave except break his skin or any body parts. They could use his mouth and or ass but they had to leave the gel in place which meant they would too suffer. They slaves didn’t care if they suffered, this was their chance to move up the human chain and this boy would be beneath them.

The slaves took Sven down and bent and used him every way possible for their sexual pleasure. They did things that their Masters had done to them including making him drink their piss and shooting cum up his nose. Fucking him with his legs arched over his body. All of them left their seed in his mouth and ass and some even shot in his ears. Their final blow of humiliation was when they all shit on him and in his mouth after chaining his hands and legs together and taking him back to the shower room for cleaning. They wanted to make sure he knew his level and eating the feces of another slave was the absolute lowest. He was left on the cold floor of the shower for an hour with their shit and piss on him and in his mouth. Sven seemed to be broken.

Before Master Raj returned they wanted to make sure he was clean inside and out for their Master who had given them this great gift of a white boy. The tied him to the ceiling of the shower room and started the process again. Shower jets blasting him from all sides and a hose put up his ass repeatedly. They knew that all of their cum must be removed from the slave and that meant deep enemas. There could be no way that the Masters cum or body fluids could come in contact with theirs or the punishment would be severe.

Master Raj returns to the dungeon. This time Sven is in the center of the room, totally naked with no chains. Raj asks Sven if he enjoyed his time with the slaves. Sven hesitates but answers yes and looks at Raj which brings a quick response from Raj who kicks Sven in the nuts and slugs him in the gut. Raj screams at Sven to never look at him again and all responses to questions are to include Master or Sir. Raj then forces Sven to suck his cock and deep throat it. As soon as he cums, Raj has Sven hung upside down and let’s one of the slaves that Sven hired suck his cock to get it hard. Raj starts the flogging on Sven’s hard dick and balls. In their swollen state they are already extremely sensitive but Sven does not scream and takes it. Raj wants him to scream so he continues till Sven’s dick is raw then starts on the boy’s chest belly before pounding his back and ass with a whip. Raj is careful to not break any skin, he just want to inflict severe pain. Sven finally passes out from the pain and from being hung upside down.

When Sven wakes Master Raj is there. He is in a wire cage. He is provided some food and water. He has no idea how long he was out but assumes it was a while because Master Raj was in different clothes. Across the room he sees the three slaves he thought he was hiring. They are hanging in various positions and all have hoods and gags on them so you can’t hear their screams. They have been thoroughly flogged and whipped. One has a machine fucking him with a massive dildo.

Raj asks Sven if he is enjoying his food and water. Sven replies, yes Sir Master, thank you Sir. Raj smiles. Raj then tells Sven that he has grown tired of beating the other slaves while Sven was passed out so he is glad that Sven is awake because he has some special plans next. Sven tries not to show his fear. Raj tells the soldiers to take Sven and get him clean and put him in position.

Sven is put into the water jet room and again has enemas until he is thoroughly clean. The soldiers then drag him wet to a special room that looks like a doctor’s office. Sven is strapped to a chair and his legs are strapped to stirrups. Raj comes in and admires the boy’s body. The food and medical IV feed have made Sven’s skin draw so that Raj can see his muscles and they are accentuated with the smooth hairless body. Raj tells Sven that he is a beautiful pussy. Raj then hooks an IV to Sven. While hooking it up he tells Sven that he is going to be kind to him and give him some pain killers and antibiotics. He asks Sven if he has ever been fisted. Sven tries to not show any emotion and says, no Sir but he would be happy to if it pleases Master. Raj smiles and says it sure as fuck will please me.

Sven is strapped into a 45 degree reclining metal chair with his legs spread wide in stirrups to enable easy access to his hole. Sven can see from the mirrors above him, his now naked, shaved body. He actually likes what he sees but then is shocked to see what Raj has done to his dick and balls. They are over twice as large as in the past. Raj sees Sven looking at himself and asks if he likes the altercations they have made to Sven’s body. Sven then thinks carefully and answers a simple yes Sir. Raj laughs and says that he wants to tweak Sven’s balls a little so he clamps them and stretches them to a hook above Sven so his balls are pulled tightly away from his body. Raj then injects something into Sven’s balls and they burn but Sven stays calm.

Raj finally calls over some of his soldiers who are naked except for the boots. He instructs the soldiers to start working on Sven’s ass and have someone come get him when they get him opened up. The soldiers put on gloves and insert a tube with grease in it into Sven’s ass to lubricate him. Sven has done this to slaves many times but he has never experienced it himself. They start with some fingers at first, playing and inserting more each time. Sven’s balls are still burning so much that the pain in his ass is minimal or maybe it is the pain killers. He sees one of the soldiers undo his pants and pulls out a cock that is even larger than his is now. Sven knows that this soldier has been altered by Raj as well. The soldier starts fucking Sven. Sven’s ass is tight but the pain killers are helping him relax. The soldier is careful as he keeps going in further to not cum. He knows that cuming in the new slave would result in severe punishment by Raj.

When the soldier decides that Sven is open and pulls out the other soldier approaches him with a massive dildo and starts pushing it into Sven’s open ass. Sven can feel this and it is painful even with the pain killers. The soldiers keep working the dildo until they finally get it in and push it the full length into Sven. Sven soon realizes that this dildo has a pump that makes it expand. For the next two hours the soldiers take turns pulling and turning the dildo in Sven’s ass and inflating it to expand his ass even more. The urge to take a shit is huge but from experience he knows that it is because of the pressure. He also knows that his body is empty. The soldiers finally go get Raj.

When Raj sees the dildo still in Sven he is impressed that the boy was able to take that much. He tightens the chain pulling Sven’s balls some more and does another injection. Raj then tells Sven that he is now going to get a real taste of Thailand. The soldiers then bring over a cage. Sven panics when he sees snakes in the cage. Raj is now naked except for his boots and his dick is fully erect. He reaches into the cage and pulls out one of the snakes. He lets the snakes belly down on Sven and Sven can feel the snake moving on his naked body and he can see it. Raj still has the snakes head in his hand to avoid being bitten. Raj orders the soldiers to remove the dildo and insert a speculum. The snake is trying to curl around Sven’s dick and balls. Raj puts the snakes head close to Sven’s and Sven tries to pull back. Raj frowns, boy I thought we were doing well but I see that you still don’t trust me. That will deserve punishment.

In most of SE Asia there is a strong belief that snake blood makes a man more virile. The soldiers get the speculum in place allowing clear visibility into Sven’s open ass. Raj pulls the snake off of Sven, to Sven’s relief but then snaps off the snakes head and while holding it above his head allows the blood to fall into his open mouth and over his naked body. Sven is now more horrified than ever. Raj then takes some of the blood that has fallen into his hand and rubs it on Sven’s dick and balls. He then moves to Sven’s ass and removes the speculum and reaches into Sven’s ass with both hands. “Impressive” he says as Sven can see his arms moving deeper and deeper into Sven’s body. He can feel the movement inside him and the pressure causes his dick to become erect. Raj tells one of the soldiers to suck the boys cock but to not let him cum until he gives the order. As Raj plays deep into Sven’s ass the soldier tries to suck his dick but it is now too large. Raj orders the other soldier to then suck it while the previous soldier is hung for punishment by the other soldiers. The new soldier takes the dick completely into his throat but senses that cum is rising so he clamps the penis to halt the flow. When some deflation starts the starts sucking again. This process continues.

Raj is getting more and more excited at what is going on. He pulls his hands out and starts fucking Sven as hard as he can. Sven wants to cum and can’t control the urge. The soldier knows that he must control the boy or he will be punished. Raj is now pounding Sven’s ass and Sven thinks that Raj will let him cum when he does. Raj finally unloads his seed deep into Sven’s ass again and Raj loves every minute. He can see him cum flowing out of Sven’s ass as he pulls out. He can see that the boy is desperate to cum. Now for your punishment boy. The snake is your friend and it should be welcomed. Raj pulls another snake out of the cage. The soldier is still sucking Sven’s cock. Raj has the remaining soldier put the speculum back into Sven’s ass to open him wide. Sven is now about cum at the same time his fear is at an all-time high.

Raj moves toward Sven’s ass and places the snake’s head into Sven’s open hole. Sven can feel the movement in his body. Raj tells Sven that the snake will take comfort in the boy’s ass but if the boy cums which will cause his body to contract on the snake, the snake will strike. Raj orders the soldier to suck more and harder and tells Sven that his fate is in his own hands. Sven can feel the movement of the snake in his bowels. He tries to relax but the sucking is sending him over the edge. He tries to think of the torture and flogging but that causes him to flinch. Raj puts clamps on his nipples then goes to Sven’s ass to see the snake. Raj can see the snakes head. He tells Sven so far so good. Sven soon feels more movement and as he looks in the mirror above he sees the snake’s head emerge from his ass and start to crawl up his crotch to his belly. As the snake fully emerges and reaches the nipple clamps, Raj grabs it and as he does he crams the soldier’s head down on Sven’s cock which explodes. There is so much cum that it oozes out of the soldier’s mouth onto Sven’s body. Raj rips off the snake’s head and tells the boy to open his mouth and Raj pours the snake’s blood into his own mouth and Sven’s mouth then what he can collect in his hand he smears on his cock and balls as well as Sven’s cock and balls.

Raj is very pleased, his orgasms have never been this good but he wants to make money with this boy and he thinks that the boy is ready.

CHAPTER 4

Raj decides that he can make some money at Sven’s expense. He hasn’t decided if he will release the boy or not after today but at this point the chances are slim. Raj has decided that he will use the European slave for entertainment at his club, for himself or private customers. He will not be able to show the boy in public but there are plenty of underworld opportunities in Thailand.

The slaves are instructed to prepare Sven once again. He is to be cleaned with enemas thoroughly and any hair/stubble removed except for the blond mop on his head. The slaves also give him a haircut and style so his head isn’t full of cum and tangles. At this point Sven has little emotion and he has lost all track of time. He wonders if anyone is missing him.

Raj comes into the dungeon to look again at the new boy. He can’t believe his luck in getting this boy under his control so easily. The boy’s cock and balls are magnificent. His dick is now 13″ long and about 10″ around. His balls are the size of softballs and hang a good 15 inches down, almost to his knees. That was the goal that they would drag the floor when he was on his knees sucking cock. A jock strap is put on the boy but with the new size it really doesn’t work to hide anything. His beautiful smooth bubble but is clear for viewing. As Raj examines him he is amazed at how beautiful the boy’s hole is. The white ass leads to a pink hole with dark pink lips that will suck up anything that comes close to them. A collar and chain are put on him. The collar is electronic and will bring the boy to his knees if he tries to escape. They leave for the club.

It is the first time the Sven has been anywhere since he met Raj. As they arrive they park in front of the club so that customers lined up can see. A hood is placed on Sven’s head and Raj decides to take the jock strap off for a little PR work. As they exit the van there are customers lined up to get into the club. Raj leads Sven down the line of customers with each of them grabbing him, rubbing him which because of the Viagra given to him causes him to get an erection. Raj smiles at the performance. Raj makes Sven turn with his back to some of the customers so they can feel and finger his ass. The show is over for now.

Once in the club, Sven is taken to the fifth floor of the building. The club had several floors. Sven would have seen more action and bondage opportunity if he had ventured beyond the bar that night. The soldiers prepare Sven by chaining him spread eagle upright in the room. He is to be shown in his full glory. Raj is in the bar telling some of the wealthy clients about his new acquisition and their opportunity. To show Sven’s virility a boa constrictor is wrapped around his neck and arms. The snake had just been fed the day before so the danger of him crushing Sven was minimal, but just in case the soldiers were prepared with knives. The soldiers then stripped and stood on the sides of the room to make sure no one kidnapped or hurt Master Raj’s new slave without his permission. The slaves took turns sucking Sven’s cock to make sure it was erect at all times but to never make him cum without Master Raj’s permission.

Raj brought the clients up to examine the boy one by one. The hood was removed so they could see Sven’s total beauty. They were allowed to touch but nothing else in this round. After the clients had seen the goods they were allowed to make bids for a night with the slave where they could do anything they wanted except body harm or injury. The bids came back with 10000 baht being the highest. Ten clients made the cut and were allowed one sex act with Sven for 30 minutes. Sven was fucked several times and of course took cock down the throat. On client in particular grabbed him by the hair and rammed his large cock down the boys throat, he then flipped the boy over and fucked him as hard as he could. He was impressed by the boy’s beauty and would like to inflict some pain. After this round the bids came back at 50000 baht. All but three dropped out of the bidding. Raj was pleased so they prepared drinks in the room where Sven was held. The snake was removed and as the bidders drank and talked the soldiers flogged Sven and the bidders were allowed to do the same. Raj then said it was time for them to write their final bids down and winner gets the boy for the night.

When Raj opens the second bid he is shocked. The client has offered 500,000bhat (about 150K USD) to buy Sven. Raj is torn he wants to keep this boy and use him for himself but this is good money and solves a potential problem for him with the boy going missing. The client is wealthy and has just come to Bangkok for the weekend for fun but this boy is magnificent and he will use him till he tires of him. He will be leaving on his yacht when he is ready. Raj decides to sell Sven. The client asks if he can use the boy while the money transaction is being completed. Sven learns over the next couple of hours that Raj was actually kind to him. This master is brutal.

Raj returns when the transaction is complete and the money has transferred. Sven appears to have been used hard with cum on his face and dripping from his gaping hole. He has second thoughts but the money wins out. Sven is given some pills and then crammed naked into a crate. He remembered the crate being picked up but then passed out. When Sven wakes he is on a large boat and from what he sees there is no land anywhere. He is hung from a special mast on the boat that allows access to his body from any direction. The sun feels good. He doesn’t know how long he has been on the deck but he can tell his skin is sun burned already. He hears a voice say, good morning boy, let’s get started with your new life and the whip rips across his bare ass. Just to think, this is all because he wanted to bondage fuck somebody in Bangkok.

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Not far from the greenhouse, at the west end of the Thorne mansion, was a screened porch where Brian often ate his lunch. It was comfortable, cool and quiet. He never saw a soul as he sat facing the side lawn and the path that led to his cottage. One day, when he had finished his sandwich and thermos of iced tea, he sat back in his soft vinyl chair, put his feet up on the ottoman, and closed his eyes, telling himself he was only going to rest for a minute.

A noise from the doorway jolted him and he sat up, not knowing at first where he was.

Blinking, he thought he saw Powell standing there. He shook his head and looked again. Yes, it was Powell in the doorway, holding a plate covered with a napkin.

“Mind if I come in?” he asked.

For a moment Brian could only stare. It had been so long since he’d heard Powell speak, or even seen him this close. The young man was dressed plainly, in khaki shorts like Brian’s and a light blue t-shirt, flip-flops on his large feet. Once he glimpsed those feet, Brian found it almost
impossible to take his eyes from them. “Oh,” he said, collecting himself with great effort, “no, I don’t mind. Please come in.”

Powell sat in an arm chair across from Brian’s. He pulled the napkin from his plate to reveal a sandwich, lettuce and tomato peeking out between thick crusts. Powell picked the whole thing up in one hand and took a bite, looking frankly at Brian as he chewed.

Brian was at a loss. Having finished his lunch, he had nothing to do with his hands, which started to tremble whenever he dared glance at Powell’s feet in their flip-flops. The dark brown skin lightened between the toes and down toward the soles, as if nature had found a way to highlight the most ticklish spots. Blushing, Brian looked up to catch Powell surreptitiously licking a spot of mayo from his thumb. That tip of tongue poking through shapely lips—holy fuck! He should get up and run, but all he could do was sit helplessly as Powell, his tone so smooth and relaxed, asked if everything was all right down at the cottage.

“Wh-what?” Brian asked, sounding like an idiot to himself.

“I was asking you if everything was all right down at the cottage. I saw a light down
there, quite late, a few nights ago.”

Brian tried to speak, but all that came out was a panicked, strangling sound. He cleared his throat and said, “I didn’t know you could see that far from here.”

Powell fingertip grazed the screen. “Look, you can see right down there. At night you can tell if the outside light is on.”

“I…definitely didn’t know that.” But it was true. He looked beyond Powell’s finger and saw, with a sinking feeling he would not soon forget, part of the gravel drive and the entrance to his cottage, as if Powell had magically cleared a new sightline.

“Thought I heard something from down there, too,” Powell said.

Oh, shit! Brian’s sinking feeling became a free-fall. How could he explain that he was tickling a guy to death?

“It was the next morning,” Powell said. “Sounded like a car taking off, fast.”

Preparing himself for the worst, Brian forced himself to ask, “Did you hear…anything else?”

“Nope. Not a sound.”

Powell’s eyes were frank, innocent. Okay, so he wasn’t “playing” with Brian. Still he didn’t dare look into those eyes for long, for even in their innocence they were deep enough to draw him into secret imagined places that sent chills along his spine. He mumbled something about having to get back to work, and hurried toward the refuge of the greenhouse.

****

Powell got into the habit of appearing on the porch at lunchtime. Brian didn’t know what to make of it, any more than he knew what to make of some of the looks he caught Powell giving him. There the two of them were, sitting over their sandwiches, Brian making a comment about one of the yard workers, what a good job he was doing on the lawn…and when he looked up, Powell was smiling with one eyebrow raised, as if Brian were really talking about…something else. Then the talk turned to other estate matters, and Brian realized what a task Powell had taken on, practically running the whole place all by himself.

“Let me know,” Brian said, “if there’s anything I can help you with.”

Was that a smile playing at Powell’s lips again? And what was there to smile about?

****

Everything came to a head when, over the course of two days, Brian was subjected to two sights that just about drove him over the edge.

The yard crew was mowing the lower part of the estate—Brian could hear a mower approach the cottage late one afternoon, when he had just got back from the greenhouse. He was surprised to hear the engine cut off not far from his door. Then the doorbell rang.

It was a young man he had noticed before—a good worker, very conscientious in trimming around the trees and hedges. And he was also—how could Brian fail to notice?— extremely attractive, all the more so when he was standing right there on the cottage stoop, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his wrist. It was one of the hottest days they’d had yet, so he was working without a shirt. And, Brian quickly noticed, he was barefoot too.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” he said, “I was wondering if I could get some water.”

“Of course. Come in.” Brian stepped aside. “Please, help yourself.”

The young man stood at the sink drinking his tumbler of water while Brian watched. Oh, how he watched this well-built, half-naked man in low-riding khaki shorts, his big bare feet at right angles to each other on the linoleum. After emptying his glass he filled it again, giving Brian more time to look. That narrow waist leading so gracefully to a slim but powerful-looking chest, that wink of armpit as he raised the glass higher…and those feet.

Brian’s fingers twitched.

“Thanks,” the man said, setting the glass carefully in the sink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. “What’s your name?”

“B-Brian.” He nearly ran to the door to open it. “Look, I don’t mean to rush you, but I was in the middle of something….”

“Oh. Sure.” The young man took his leave, flashing a particularly sweet smile at Brian as he passed.

Brian closed the door and sank down against it till his butt hit the floor. He had to do something—something, that is, beyond his immediate goal of beating off while he pictured that young stud, the way he had looked standing at the sink in his bare feet. But what, what could he do?

Then there was Powell, the very next day—Powell on the screened porch at lunchtime, finishing his sandwich, swiping at his mouth with a napkin, and reaching out with his leg to drag the ottoman close to his chair. Brian was always conscious of Powell’s feet—size 12, at least— and how they looked in the blue flip-flops that he often wore. Now Brian could hardly believe his eyes as Powell slid his feet from those flip-flops and planted them, naked, on the ottoman, almost close enough to touch. The soles of those luscious, dark brown feet were a light brown, almost pink, and Brian couldn’t take his eyes off them. He could do so many things to them, and never get tired….

Suddenly he was aware that Powell was saying something…something important. “I’m sorry,” Brian asked, “what were you saying?”

“I was saying that my schedule’s going to change. I’m going away.”

Away? “Oh, no….”

Powell smiled his crooked, slightly insinuating smile. “Don’t worry, it’s only for a long weekend. This coming weekend, in fact.”

Brian tried to regain his composure. It wasn’t easy, with those feet staring at him. “Well, uh…then you have to come over. For a drink?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Brian felt his face turning red. Was Powell offended? “I just mean, before you leave. Friday night. Come down to the cottage for a glass of wine, why don’t you?” He couldn’t believe he was saying this. He almost giggled, it sounded so unlike him.

Powell thought for a moment. “Well, I do need to tell you about a couple of things that might need handling while I’m gone. Nothing major, but still.”

“Then it’s settled! Eight o’clock?”
****
At the appointed time Brian had the Zinfandel on ice, and the two wine glasses that had been gathering dust at the back of his cupboard were washed and ready. He paced the length of the cottage, weight room to living room to bedroom and back, glancing at his watch every few seconds. Five minutes past eight. Now almost ten. He could have opened his front door and stood on the stoop to wait, but didn’t want to seem too anxious. Just when he thought he might have to turn on the TV to distract himself, or else lose his mind, the knock came at the door.

“Hello.” Powell breezed in with his hands in the pockets of his navy blue shorts. His sweatshirt was half unzipped, revealing sculpted pecs. On his feet he wore silver cross trainers with no-show socks—the kind that showed just enough. It made no sense, but it was sexy as hell.

“Well, hi,” Brian said. He poured wine for the two of them, though he didn’t know how he could drink any, he felt lightheaded already. “You’re not leaving tonight, are you? I wouldn’t want you to be drinking and driving.”

“No, not until tomorrow.”

“Good. Looks like it’s going to storm soon, too.”

“I hope so. We need the…relief.”

Brian hoped his hand wasn’t shaking too much as he took a large sip of wine. “Your family will be happy to see you.”

“Oh, I don’t have family anymore, really. I’m just going back to the old place to look around. So I can take my time, there’s no one expecting me.”

“No one’s expecting you….” Brian was definitely lightheaded. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t give you your glass…oops!” Wine splashed onto Powell’s sweatshirt. “Oh, I’m so sorry! At least it’s not red wine. Here, let me help you.” Before Powell could move Brian was unzipping his shirt.

“Why don’t you slip this off so we can let it dry.” Scarcely believing he had the balls to do it, he helped Powell remove the sweatshirt and draped it over the back of a kitchen chair. Then he turned to confront the most beautiful male torso he’d ever seen. It wasn’t a matter of working out like a maniac; you had to be born with a body like that. And smooth…did Powell shave his chest and abs? “Please, sit down,” Brian said, his voice husky with desire, warning him that he needed to be cool or he would drive this breathtaking man away. He cleared his throat several times before saying, “I’ll pour you another glass.”

“Sure.” Powell wasn’t shy about making himself at home, leaning back in the large recliner till the footrest popped up. Brian looked forward to getting another look at his feet, even if they were encased in cross trainers. Powell surprised him, though, by bending his knees to get at the laces of first one shoe, then the other. He pried them off, letting them fall to the floor. Then he peeled off the white no-show socks, letting them fall to the floor too.

Brian had to set down his glass, his hand was shaking so much. There were the feet, propped up right in front of him, almost within reach. Those pale, almost pink soles were immaculate, with no trace of callus. They were lovingly tended to, the skin kept soft, smooth…

“That recliner goes back another notch,” Brian said, no longer worrying about the huskiness of
his voice. Powell wasn’t worried either, he moved the recliner’s lever once more and leaned back into a near-horizontal position. Now Brian had a better view, not only of those gorgeous feet but of Powell’s whole package—his inner thighs, the generous mound of his crotch, those abs, the ribcage expanding above them like a vast, tender structure begging for assault. If only he would raise his arms so that Brian could see his armpits.

And just like that, Powell raised his arms, lacing his fingers together behind his head, the picture of relaxation…and vulnerability. How Brian loved the sight of those armpits, recesses just made for fingers and tongue! He loved the tightly coiled hair in those pits, too, but if he had his way he’d shave it off, make that tender skin all the more susceptible to prolonged stroking and poking. Was Powell ticklish? Oh, he had to be! It would a shame for this body to be insensitive in any way. The man was made to be played with.

The silence between them lasted for a minute or so. Powell carefully reached for the wine glass on the table beside his chair, and just as carefully brought it to his lips. Drinking in his nearly horizontal position was difficult, and a few drops of wine spilled from the corner of his mouth. Instinctively he sought them with his tongue, and it was the sight of that tongue, and those wet, parted lips, that drove Brian over the edge—drove him right out of his chair and onto the recliner in one desperate leap.

The chair was sturdy enough to bear both of them, and roomy enough for Brian to straddle his victim without crowding. He went for the ribs first, learning in a fraction of a second the answer to the question he’d spent so many hours pondering. Yes, Powell was ticklish, extremely so—oh, dyingly so! At the first touch of his ribs he shouted, bringing his arms down so fast that his elbow clipped Brian in the nose. Unfazed, Brian moved to those abs that were just
begging to be prodded. Powell wasn’t about to stay still for any of this, he began flailing, knees and elbows pumping, hands pushing against any part of Brian he could reach.

Brian had known all along that, if Powell proved to be as ticklish as Brian dreamed he’d be, there would be a fight, a prolonged one. He’d get beaten, scratched, bitten and bruised. But the fight was worth whatever it took to bring this sexy man down; any pain that he felt would make it that much sweeter when his powerful opponent finally fell! Summoning all of his own muscle power, Brian moved in, dodging the panicky flailing of arms and legs; keeping his eyes on that tender ticklish midsection. Finally he managed to pin Powell’s right arm with his knee, and Powell’s left arm over his head. Thus Powell’s naked left side was exposed, and Brian took full advantage, his free hand darting from Powell’s waist to his side to his ribs to his armpit.

Powell lost all self-control, dissolving into helpless, full-throated laughter that was the most beautiful sound Brian had ever heard. Holding Powell’s arm at bay was like trying to keep a bear trap open, but Brian kept tickling, never tiring of grabbing at this meaty, responsive flesh. His persistence paid off as Powell’s great shivering strength began to bleed away. He was just too ticklish to resist, especially with his own howling laughter weakening him too. “That’s it,” Brian said. “Give in, baby, let it happen, ’cause it’s going to happen anyway.” As Powell turned his head to the side and howled, Brian brought his mouth close to his ear and said, “I’m gonna tickle you for a long, long time!”

It couldn’t last forever, though, on the recliner, with so much of their combined weight pressing against its back. When it finally tipped over Powell did a near-somersault, his feet flying, while Brian managed to land on his hands and knees. The chair was probably broken, the table smashed, and the wine glass had spiraled its contents all over the carpet. But Brian didn’t give a fuck, because one of Powell’s feet was right there, in front of his face; and before Powell
could even try to collect himself Brian was clutching that naked foot close, finding its silken sole to be as addictive as it looked. He wanted to tickle it forever, thoroughly, maddeningly, teaching his fingers and nails and tongue to move in a million new ways. Powell lay flat on his back and howled, unable to even try to sit up. Brian’s hard-on pressed painfully against the carpet, and that was all right because he knew he was going to come, and come and come…. Powell would, too.

One look back gave Brian a good view of the tentpole rising in Powell’s shorts.

Time got away from Brian, as it tended to do when he was tickling. When his fingers began to cramp he let his mouth take over, licking, sucking and nibbling that squirming foot, deliriously wedging his tongue-tip between the toes as sweat poured down his face. Powell had all but stopped struggling, his laughter weakening. Good, good! He was almost ready for the bed.

Brian got to his knees and pinned his victim’s ankles between them, which gave him both soles to work on at once. If one of those soles was heaven, then the sight, smell and feel of both of them together nearly made Brian faint. His fingers sped like mad across that flesh, as Powell’s roars grew almost pathetic, hoarse and straining. He’d reached that wonderful stage where it took all of his energy to try to draw enough breath to keep his insane laughter going. If Brian was a tickling machine then Powell was a tickled machine, unable to do anything but express his ticklishness and then, finally, surrender to it….

That time was coming. Exhausted and trembling, Brian released Powell’s feet only when his knees began to ache from his crouched position. Turning, he saw the nearly naked length of Powell sprawled, delirious, on the carpet: a vision too lush, too sensual, and too fucking hot to be true. But if this was a dream, then he was going to live out every precious second of it. He crawled toward Powell’s upper body and, lying on his side, pressed his fingertips into Powell’s armpits and let them play. Powell responded with a grin of pure agony, and laughter so shrill, so
hysterical, that Brian felt a mighty heaving in his midsection, his cock pulsing in his shorts, shooting out cum.

When he recovered, he brought his voice close to Powell’s ear. “Can you hear me?”

Powell’s crazy grin kept coming and going. He was panting like a dog now, and seemed unaware that, for the moment anyway, he wasn’t being tickled. “Listen to me,” Brian said. “Are you listening? Listen, or I’ll tickle you to death right now!”

Powell’s eyes opened wide. He seemed unsure of where to look, as if Brian’s voice could be entering his confused mind from anywhere. When he turned his head and found Brian’s face right there, his eyes opened even wider and he began trembling. “Don’t worry,” Brian said, wishing he hadn’t made that tickle-to-death remark: Powell was in too fragile a state for that. Yes, this strong and capable man, who managed the estate practically all by himself—the Powell who had brazenly displayed his body while washing the car, who had propped his bare feet so confidently in Brian’s face—was now reduced to a panic-stricken mass of lethally ticklish flesh.

“Don’t worry,” Brian said again. “You’ll be all right, but you have to do exactly what I say. Do you understand?” Powell nodded, but his eyelids drooped as if he might succumb to exhaustion now that his tickling torment had ceased. “We need to get to the bedroom,” Brian said. “You’re too heavy for me to carry, you have to get there under your own steam. It’s not that far, so start crawling.”

Powell just looked at him, an overwhelming question in his eyes: Are you gonna tickle me to death?

“I said, start crawling.” Brian returned to those ribs he now knew so well. There were two spots, one on either side of the ribcage, that could make Powell do anything. He’d fucking fly to keep those spots from being touched. All he had to do now, though, was crawl, and so he managed, under the threat of rib-torture, to haul himself up onto his hands and knees. “That’s good, now get moving,” Brian said. Powell stayed stuck in position. “Or else,” Brian added.

With an agonized grunt Powell began to move forward. They made an enjoyably strange procession, one man on his hands and knees, the other beside him on his knees, his fingers floating just above the other’s ribs. Then the sight of Powell’s rump in the air was too tempting for Brian to resist; he slid his hand under the waistband of Powell’s shorts—not an easy feat, those shorts tightly stretched as they were by the big man’s boner—and let his finger play with Powell’s ass-crack. Powell halted, arched his back—in terror or pleasure? “Has a man ever touched you there before?” Brian whispered. “Tell me you like it, please tell me you like it.”

Powell lifted his rear, making it easier for Brian to find his asshole. Brian’s finger slid deep. He lowered his head to kiss the base of Powell’s spine.

“We’ve got a lot more to do,” he said.

****

Powell was flat on his back in Brian’s bed, his mouth open, staring at the ceiling. Using his soft restraints, Brian had fastened his victim’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts—after removing his shorts and micro briefs—and now stood and stared, his mouth watering. “You’ve got the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.” That fully erect staff strained halfway up Powell’s belly toward his chest. A hard rain spattered the window, reminding him of Powell’s earlier remark about relief. “You’ll get your relief, and soon,” Brian promised. “But first…you guessed it….”

Naked, Brian crawled onto the bed. He would have to get to those feet soon, but now there was this glorious midsection, made more accessible with the shorts gone. He tested the slick, smooth area under Powell’s navel. “You shave here, don’t you?” Reaching for his handy bottle of oil, Brian anointed his fingers and let them play all over that groin, not forgetting to tease and torment his navel also. Powell, unable to talk, could still release that weak, shrill, hysterical giggling that was like an aphrodisiac. Brian closed his eyes, reveling in it, moving his hands up to Powell’s sides, then toward his ribs, then back down again, to his powerful but ultra-ticklish thighs. When it was time to pay attention to that gorgeous dick and heavy hanging balls, Brian oiled up both hands and went to it. Powell, reduced to panting again, tossed his head wildly on the pillow. The tension gathering in his loins gained force, until at last he shot great streams of cum that nearly hit the ceiling. Brian’s arm, face, chest, and shoulders were soaked, as were Powell’s belly and chest. Using a hand towel, Brian mopped up as best he could. “That was quite a load, my friend. But I don’t know if you’re aware of this: ticklish guys tend to be even more ticklish after they shoot.”

Powell’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed. Had he passed out? More likely he just hadn’t recovered yet from what might have been the most powerful orgasm of his life. Brian settled down at the end of the bed, next to an enormous, ticklish right foot. “I have to get out my tool kit,” he said, “very soon.” He was considering getting it now when the noise of the storm distracted him. Rain was striking the window with disturbing force. “What…?” Brian rose and approached the window. Was it his imagination, or did something bounce off the sill?

Hail. It was hail.

The greenhouse.

A wave of panic washed over him, even as he told himself not to worry. The greenhouse was old, with glass panes that weren’t as hail-resistant as the newer plastics; but it would take tennis-ball-sized hail to inflict any damage, and nothing like that was happening here. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off the windowsill. Even the word hail was enough to jangle his nerves when he thought of the plants. “I have to go,” he whispered. “I’ve got to check.”

Powell, exhausted from hours of overstimulation, had fallen into a kind of toe-twitching sleep—as if he were still being tickled, but at a low enough intensity to allow for a much-needed escape from consciousness. Brian looked at the magnificent man with tears in his eyes: would he have to let him go? He couldn’t leave him here, restrained, while he checked on the greenhouse…or could he? “I’ll be right back,” he whispered. “I promise.”

The storm had already gone by the time he’d pulled on his jeans and t-shirt, but still he had to go, to check for damage. The thought of smashed panes and damaged plants made him sick. As he ran through the grass the hail crunched under his bare feet, confirming that he hadn’t just imagined it. At the greenhouse it took him several tries to fit the key in the lock. He’d never been here in this state, his face and chest sticky with cum, his half-erect cock pressing against his jeans. At last the lock opened, he stepped inside and touched the dimmer switch. He had hosed down the floor before leaving for the day to help keep the humidity high; that water had vaporized and there were no fresh puddles on the floor. Good. A quick look around showed nothing amiss, but he had to be sure. He took a flashlight from the utility closet, to get a more detailed look at the corners. Only after scanning the whitewashed glass again and again was he certain no breaks had occurred. He allowed himself to relax a bit, feeling some of the tension drain from his shoulders as he leaned against a potting bench. Now he looked at the plants that had been silently observing him all this time. They often reminded him of the Roethke poem that described orchids with their “loose ghostly mouths.” That image reminded him of Powell, too, in his tickling-crazed state. Brian had to get back, he’d been gone too long.

Running through the grass that was already losing its odd texture now that the hail was melting, he cursed himself for leaving the cottage in the first place, but what else could he have done? He burst through the front door, didn’t bother to close it behind him as he crossed the living room in four leaping strides to the bedroom. What he saw there put a lump in his throat.

He staggered against the straight chair by the window and sat down hard.

Powell was gone. He’d managed to work free from the restraints, which now hung from the bedposts like silent rebukes.

Brian’s life was over—his life at the estate, anyway. He’d never be able to face Powell after this. With a sob he launched himself across the room to land flat on the bed, burying his face in the pillow, drinking in Powell’s scent. He grabbed handfuls of sheet, still damp with sweat, and squeezed the fabric till his hands hurt, as if he could wring from it the very essence that was Powell.

When a knock came from the front door, Brian’s heart nearly stopped. He saw how bad things could be: Powell had not only left, he’d called the police. “Come in!” Brian shouted. Go ahead, take me away.

Like so much of what had happened during the night, this didn’t seem real: it was Powell standing in the bedroom doorway. He wore only his shorts, and his skin still glistened from exertion. And he looked younger, somehow—as if, in this cottage, he had been taken back to his first experience of how powerful sex could be; as if he had found in his tormentor an unexpected source of wonder. Almost shyly, he pushed a leather tote bag across the threshold with his bare foot.

“I had to get some things,” he said, “if I’m going to stay here a while.”

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The abducted jock’s feet and tickled and tortured by a variety of tools in Part 2 of “The Runner”.

The Runner – Part 2: Feet Tickled & Tortured
by Stud Stalker
Series: The Runner

Kneeling down next to his trembling feet, I made myself comfortable for a long session. I placed the sharp tip of the nail of my index finger on the surprisingly soft heel of his left foot and firmly dragged it across the middle of the sole toward his toes. Hector immediately jerked and let out a laugh that could be heard even through his gag. I smiled behind my mask knowing that this was going to be a lot of fun.

Hector watched intensely as I slowly moved my finger toward his vulnerable right foot. He began to shake his head ‘NO’ as my wiggling finger approached his heel. Then with a slow and firm motion, I stroked my nail across his sole. His body went rigid and he threw his head back and began to laugh. Losing all abandon, I attacked both soles with all ten fingers running them furiously up and down his sensitive feet from his heels, across his soles to his captured toes.

Hector began to lose control. Laughing wildly. Fighting at his bindings. All while trying his best to scream for me stop. Of course I didn’t. I continued to assualt on his ticklish feet until the poor boy was drenched in sweat and suffering from exhaustion. I almost feared he’d pass out and spoil the fun. Time to change tactics!

I pulled out my pinwheel and immediately began attacking his his feet with the prickly device. I repeatedly ran the sharp tool from heel to toes alternating between a softer touch for more of a tickling effect to a firmer stroke causing him a pain. Hector perked up immediately. On the firmer passes, Hector would at first contract his feet in hopes of avoiding the the prickly sensation. But as I reached the middle of his sole, his resistance would concede and I would dig in harder causing all of Hector’s muscles to tighten and jerk as he let out a pained moan through his gag as I enjoyed the show.

I tortured the sweat-soaked boy’s feet in this manner for quite awhile and could see that I was already wearing him out. But I had much more planned for our time together so I moved on to my next tool.

Picking up the yardstick, I admiringly look it up and down like a prized possession. I moved it close to Hector’s face and let him get a good long look at it. Then I moved it towards his feet and lightly traced their outlines creating an imaginary silhouette. What is he thinking?

I moved into postion and motioned the stick as if to hit his soles. Hector clenched his eyes shut. I swung but stopped just short. Feeling just air, he opened them up and tried his best to catch my eyes from behind the mask with a terrified pleading look. My cold stare in return told him all he needed to know. No, there is nothing you can do to stop it and yes, it is going to hurt.

I swing again; this time making light almost playful contact with his soles. He moans in confusion not understanding that toying with his emotions is a big part of my enjoyment. And I plan to keep him on edge. No rest for the weary. Or the wicked.

I hit the soles of his feet a little harder. His moans changed.

Harder. Whack! His body went rigid in pain.

Hardest! WHACK!! The stinging snap cracks the air as I made contact with the soles of his feet. The muffled screams are barely finished when I hit again and again and again turning his soles red.

Hector writhed about in the chair. He looked at me and even through mask seemed to see that I was enjoying this. In a sudden burst of clarity, he realized that this was going to be a long period of pleasure and pain. Pain for him. The pleasure is all mine.

I traced the yardstick softly along his bound feet from toe to heel. Once again, he was left to wonder what would happen next. Then suddenly I administered a series of short rapid snaps to his heels, rat-a-tat-tat-tat like the drummer in a marching band. Again I softly teased his feet. Followed by an attack on his arches; those deep wide arches needed not worry about missing out on this party.

The cracking of the air continues as I land stroke after stroke onto his ever reddening feet. Snap! Snap! Snap! Rapid succession of wood meets skin and his feet are almost glowing. Hector twists, turns and struggles to break free. Good luck with that. When he first arrived, Hector had that macho look in his eye. You know, the tough guy look that says “You’ll be sorry once I am free.” Well that look had morphed into, “Dear god please stop! Let me go and I will never tell anyone!” I had no intention of keeping him here but I wasn’t ready to make him aware of that fact.

Once again, I traced the outline of his feet, slowly up, down and around first the left and then the right foot. Those little piggies seemed to have somehow escaped my attention. I rectified the situation. I began to guide the yardstick across the top of his feet. Ever so slowly. Hector noticed the change in position immediately. And his face rapidly showed the relization that the tops of his feet are going to hurt in a different way. There is no ‘fleshy’ absorption area, skin and then bone. He shook his head “NO” but I thought it might be considered cruel and unusual punishment to NOT address those areas, no? I mean, why do that to myself and leave out half of his foot?

Hector curled his toes down and inward after the first crack on them. Two three, four more times I gave them a good whack. The next round of snaps came slightly harder. Once I made contact these times, I didntt pull back opting to leave the stick pressed firmly into his skin. Pain is became the only thing his body was aware of.

Crack, crack, crack! Three quick shots hit the same area just below the toes. Hector’s scream was almost loud enough that it could have been heard but I continued. Over the next thirty seconds, in very rapid motion, I delivered an endless stream of skin tingling cracks that cover his feet. Concentration on one area was over. Instead I covered the entire foot allowing for no reprieve. He struggled so hard the chair was rocking.

I stepped back and admired my handiwork. Those dogs of his were begging for compassion. The bottoms of his feet were bright red, swollen, radiating heat. I decided it was time to move on.

I turned to my little bag of tricks again. I laid down the yardstick, brought out the tapered candle and showed it to him. To be honest I couldn’t tell if the pained look on his face was the result of fear of the candle or the throbbing from our last session. I drew out a box of wooden matches for him to see taking my time so I could enjoy it. Striking a match, I light the candle and we watched the flame flicker together. It heats up and the wax starts to soften and run down the side of the taper.

Hector focused his attention on the candle as I moved it across his face and let him feel the heat. One drop of the wax landed on the side of my hand and it burnt like a motherfucker causing me to yelp out. Dammit, that shit hurts. There was a new look of panic on Hector’s face as he realized what coming next. Yes, it is hot. And yes it is going on you.

Hovering over his feet, I turned the candle so that it was almost parallel with his leg. The first drop of hot wax landed just below his big toe. A second and third drop splashed down on the top of his foot. His already stinging red feet gut a sudden jolt. He cried out and frantically tried to manipulate his feet in order to wipe off the wax and cover them for protection.

With his feet and toes arched forward, he bore the bottom enough to allow me to let some wax attend to a new area. His muffled screams, twisting and turning, made Hector seem as if he was in the battle of his life.

Over the next few of minutes drop after painful drop covered his feet like a second second. Hector moaned and jerked with each contact. I moved up his calf and down the other. His legs shook the entire time as the wax was dripping. The thighs were next followed by those tight abs of his, flowing down the his body until it hardened. Eventually, I hit his chest and nipples. The nipples sure elicited a distinct response.

Up until that point, his cock was bare of any wax. But with those thick thighs of his pressed together, his beefy uncut cock and balls sat resting on top of them fully exposed. How could I ignore that?

By the time we finished with the wax, Hector was delirious. I considered releasing him then. He’d certainly earned. But I still had more planned for my capture….

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Oh You Wicked Boy!
by Franco

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A Journey of Two Halves – Part 2
By Marcism
Series: A Journey of Two Halves

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