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The conclusion to Etienne’s art series “Kidnapped”.!–more–

Kidnapped – Conclusion
by Etienne
Series: Kidnapped

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I was recently divorced because I had a problem with premature ejaculation. I was not the greatest lover around to woman. Then a man changed my sexual desires, transforming me into a rubber trans bitch whore by playing with my nipples.

Enslaved By The Nipples
By Edrubber

I was receiving royalties from a mechanical directory booklet I wrote a few years ago. Since the divorce I was checking out the sex webs and to my surprise enjoying the male submissive stories more than the regular sex webs.

It got to the point where I decided to get out and visit a sex store and go into the booths mentioned in the webs. I wandered around by myself in the booth areas checking out the side holes so often mentioned in the web stories, only this place had metal windows only about 10 inches vertical by about a foot horizontal, that one would open or leave it closed if total privacy was desired. As I was getting acquainted with the surroundings with the door locked, there was a knock on the window on my right side which I decided to ignore since this was a discovery visit to take my time and plan so that eventually I could return and find out if I would enjoy taking a male dick in my mouth or in my ass. At this time the idea of taking one in my mouth was not possible unless it was protected with a condom.

As I walked away from the booth area into the main area of the store, a man was walking in my direction with a half-smile on his face, holding his enlarged dick trough his clothing with both hands as if inviting me back into the booth area. I almost returned but, the thought of handling this new sex encounter with out the preparations I needed to make it plausible, drove me away from the store and on my way to the parking lot and my car. As I got to my car and was opening the door, I noticed that the man had come out of the store and was walking in my direction. I got in my car fast and started to back out in order to drive away from there. I decided that if it was ever to happen, it would be at my own pace and conditions.

As I was about to move forward, a brand new Mustang backed out in front of me completely blocking my way. It was him, the guy from the store.  At this point I was so nervous that I started shaking and perspiring. The guy came out of his car and walked in my direction. He was in his mid-fifties, around 180 pounds, 7”1’ and in good physical shape. As he got to my window he motioned for me to open it and with a smile said, “Hey friend could I ask you a big favor? I just bought that car and I can’t figure out how to work the radio and CD player. Would you consider coming over and help me with it?”

Since I had been blocked and could not get away, I for some reason pulled back into the parking spot and went to his new car that at this point was also back in the parking spot. I came to the passenger side of his vehicle and he reached over and opened the door asking me to go in.

As I got in, he extended his hand and said, “My name is Jayson by the way” at which point I took his hand and responded “Hi, my name is Ed, Nice to meet you.”

He continued, “Do you come to this store often? I don’t remember seeing you here before.”

I responded “Actually this is the first time for me.

He continued, “Well why not be friends and get acquainted?”

I am not completely naive and knew where this was going but decided to let it play out as a new adventure into my curiosity into the gay scene while keeping my left hand on the door handle. He asked me to lean in the direction of the radio and asked me if I knew how to activate his CD player and once I started to pay attention to the player, he stated that he preferred the gay DVDs in the store and enjoyed the master submissive ones.

“How about you? What are your preferences?”

Before I could answer he continued “You seemed to be the submissive type to me but, a beginner. Why don’t you let me slowly guide you into the wonderful world of the best fulfilling sex of your life? We can go nice and easy at your pace and if you object, we can stop and five it time for adjustment. How about it? I know you are going to love it and I will to.”

I was overwhelmed with all this at once and had no immediate answer and while thinking he interjected and put his right arm around my back and reached over to my right nipple and after a little fumbling found and started to massage it between his fingers.

I reacted with an involuntary moan due to the fantastic feeling it was producing kind of dissolving some of my inhibitions of this new feeling in my groins, my rectal senses and suddenly the compulsion to actually consider taking a dick in my mouth. There was the concern however of the taste, the smell and the dangers of disease. At this point he reached with his left hand into my shirt and started the same friction on my left nipple in conjunction with the right. I almost ejaculated with the incredible feeling this produced. At this point he told me to open his zipper and take out his dick and just slowly play with it just to get used to it and he added, “We can go slowly O.K.?”

At this point, with the continuous nipple action, I was losing my inhibitions and being overtaken by a reckless need and desire to do what he was asking and more. The feeling of having his dick totally in my hand which was the first time I ever held someone else’s dick, was pleasant and getting me ready to take the next step. He then at this point asked me if I was ready for the next experience of my life and try putting it in my mouth, to which I instinctively answered, “Not without a condom, sorry.”

He answered, “I fully agree, open the glove compartment.” As I did, I saw a box of non-lubricated condoms and he continued, “Take one out. Roll it over my dick. You are going to be surprised how much you’re going to love this.”

As I was complying with him, the nipple action was driving me crazy with a craving to have that condom clad dick deep inside my ass. To my amazement, after the condom was installed, I lowered my head to his groin area and actually took the head of that dick into my mouth, sliding my tongue around it and then shoving as much of the length of it down the back of my mouth backing up a bit when I started gagging. At this point as involved in the distracting actions I was experiencing, I noticed something different. For one thing the left nipple was no longer being massaged and I also noticed a lot of movement with his now free hand. I had my eyes closed all this time and as I opened them and lifted my head off his dick, I looked in his phone camera and at his face laughing and saying “I got you now bitch. Now then, before I push send and spread your sucking dick action in the internet, take out your wallet and handed it to me.”

I did as he demanded and after getting my driver’s license and two credit cards he took pictures of them and put them back in my wallet then returning it to me. Now, without the nipple action, I started to realize how damaging the consequences of my lewd actions would change my standing in the community and all my friends. I was in shock. At this point he pushed my head back down on his dick saying, “You got a job to finish bitch after which I am going to give you orders of the next steps of your change to a new world of servitude. From now on you will call me Master.”

At this point, his left hand went back to massaging my left nipple and his right hand was now massaging my ass cheek, when suddenly he started to moan loudly and jerking his dick faster and faster in my mouth and coming inside the condom. He held my head down with his dick in it completely immobile for a few minutes then pushed my head away from his now deflating dick. I was going for the door handle to get out of there fast when he said, “Now bitch, I am going to drive to my house and you are going to follow me there in your car. I am going to give you some apparatus for you to train and do as homework. I will tell you when to return to my house, so make sure you remember how to get there. Do you understand it?”

I said meekly, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“YES MASTER.”

“That’s better and don’t you forget it from now on.”

I got out of his car and snakingly walked over to mine, wondering on what kind of mess I got myself in. We drove for about ½ hour to a remote area near the everglades in Broward County, where we came to an isolated large almost mansion in the middle of nowhere. He stopped in front of the majestic front door entrance came around to my window and told me to stay in the car and wait. I stayed out there with the engine running because of the air-conditioning for a good 20 minutes until he came out carrying several items and made the motion for me to open the passenger door and got in and explained one by one each of the articles I would be using every day from now on. He also told me that I would have four days for this initial training before having to return to this house for my first servitude encounter. He then showed me a dildo with a tube and air rubber bulb with a valve to be used in training my rectal dilatation. He said he expected to fuck me hard without having to stop because of bleeding or passing out from the pain. He continued, “So, if you know what’s good for you follow what I am telling you. Deflated this dildo is only ½ inch in diameter, but fully inflated it will stretch to a complete 2 inches which will accommodate my dick and many more. You will push it in your ass then close the straps so that it will stay in. Every few hours pump it 2 or 3 times to make it larger and do not take it out until you reached the full 2 inches for at least 2 hours. It will not inflate over 2 inches so you do not have to worry about permanent injury. Once you get to 2 inches, I want you to sleep with it in your ass a couple of nights to make sure. This is an enema rubber bag as you can see, with a larger than usual connector going into your ass, and when you shove it in, pump this rubber bulb to make sure it will stay in. This bag is a full gallon and ½. Start getting use to taking as much liquid as possible because eventually I or some of my friends will be giving them to you and we will make you take the full bag. Before you come back here make sure you’ve given yourself at least 5 enemas and your insides are completely clean. If you are not perfectly clean, the punishment will be a full bag inside with you hanging from the ceiling with the inflating bulb to completely preventing discharge of any kind for 2 hours or more depending on how pissed I am. This is a butt plug that you will keep inside your ass during the day while doing things around the house or going out for any reason. Be back here in 4 days, clean inside and ready to spend a buzzy bitching night.”

He got out of my car and went into the house without looking back. I looked at all the stuff on the seat next to me and could not believe that I was going to do this. Once I am away from this guy, I am gone forever I thought. I can always move away to another state make a new life and new friends. As I was driving back however, reality started hitting me that it was not that easy, he had my driver’s license number and could trace me . So for now I decided to follow the orders until I could figure a way to become independent again.

I got home and put all the gadgets in their plastic sealed bags confirming that they were brand new and never used. I just sat there thinking of what to start with and when, after all I had four days plenty of time. But then, there was a lot to get accomplished and get used to and four days was not really that much time. I grabbed the enema apparatus and headed to the bathroom. I took it out of its wrappings and place them on the sink. I went to my closet and got a large rubber mat I had purchased for exercise and placed it on the floor of the bathroom. Next I warmed up the running water and filled the enormous smooth black rubber bag hanging it on the towel rack. I attached the rubber tube to the strange and different rectal inserter, then got the Vaseline because this was not going to go in without a lot of lubrication help. I laid naked on the mat and ever so slowly started to push that large inserter in my asshole but it did not go. It was just too large and I was thinking about getting the enormous butt plug and just slowly star inserting the tip of it and pushing it slowly in until my hole would be a little larger and maybe better able to take the enema inserter. As I am contemplating all of this, to my surprise and pain, part of the inserter found its way in. My first reaction was to pull it out fast and stay completely immobile until the searing pain subsided but by just staying immobile with it inside, slowly the pain started diminishing and I got the feeling that if I could bear it a little longer, I would avoid having to go through this again. Another 10 minutes went by until I felt confident that it could be pushed further in to the position for action. After it was all in, I pumped the rubber bulb and had a very uncomfortable feeling inside such as one gets when one has to defecate in a hurry and real fast. I pressed the valve button deflating the inside stopper and stayed quite again for a few minutes then pumped it again but this time slowly one squeeze at a time and no more than 2 and ½ squeezes.

It was time now for the ultimate discomfort and humiliating experience of the gut distending large enema. At that stage I stopped and just laid there massaging my nipples to be able to get used to this incredible intrusion. The nipple action helped but the pleasure just was not there for some reason, maybe it was too much too fast. I stopped everything and just laid there and actually fell asleep for a time. When I woke up the discomfort was minimal and I was actually getting a strange pleasant feeling from the large intruder in my rectum. I started massaging my nipples again and as I moved, the rectum invader touched my insides in a way that I felt a jolt of incredible pleasure and almost ejaculated. I did not ejaculate but kept getting these incredible little orgasms like and my knees were shaking and weak. I decided not to continue with this fantastic feeling because if I ejaculated all this would turn to discomfort and pain for at least an hour or more. I continued to massage my nipples and slowly open the water spigot. As the water came inside of me it put a lot of pressure against the stopper trying to get out but after a little while the water seemed to find a way deeper and alleviate the entrance. I started feeling my bowels stretch and enlarge to pregnant proportions accompanied by cramps. At one point I figured that the large black rubber bag should be empty but when I looked up to my amazement it was only half empty. Since this was the first enema I ever gave myself I decided to stop the flow of water and discharge the first batch hoping the second attempt would be more successful. Releasing the air out of the inflated retainer was a problem because I was not sure that I had the rectal muscle power to hold all that water back. After thinking a little I turned myself on my right side and waited for the waves of expelling needs to calm down so that I could take it all out and hold it in until getting to the toilet for the great relief. It worked and what a relief it was, the stuff just gushed out by the gallons and after a long time it felt like it was all gone leaving an empty feeling in my guts.

I filled the rubber back up again and started the process all over again. This time I was able to take a lot more water and instead of removing the inserter I just laid the big rubber enema bag inside the shower area and left the valve open so that the water inside of me just ran out in the shower drain. I repeated the process twice more and finally was satisfied that the water draining in the shower was clear and clean. I now had a process to follow for future enemas. But the next step had to be conquered as well. THE ENLARGER DILDO.

I was thinking that I had enough for the first day of gayness but decided to advance as much as possible to be ready for the day when others would be handling me and I would not have the chance to stop and get acclimatized to the pain. After lubing the artificial penis as much as possible, maybe even overdoing it a bit, I finally got it inside of me and secured with the harness within over an hour. After some more time went by and it was becoming less painful inside, I played with my nipples again and started getting the inside orgasms again. They definitely where the best sensations I ever experienced because they would keep on going and I was not ejaculating. I found that I could get this pleasure constantly for hours if I wanted to. I finally went to my bed through my rubber mat over it to protect it just in case and slowly and very conscious of the Amtrak locomotive lodged inside me was able to fall asleep. I woke up around 2 or 3 in the morning with the urge to remove the locomotive and be done with it but once fully awake I realized that this was just the beginning and I actually grabbed the rubber bulb and pumped it once. The immediate reaction was to press the valve and take the thing out. Again I patiently endured and played with my nipples until falling back to sleep while enjoying the constant mini orgasms.

In the morning I got up and walked over to the shower incredibly conscious of the large appendage inside. I played with my nipples to have that fantastic orgasmic feeling again and wile under the running shower unbuckled the harness, deflated the penis, and let it slide out and fall to the shower floor and to be washed by the water from my shower. To my surprise it appeared nice and clean and all it needed was a good soaping and rinse. Now before I got out of the shower I had the last gadget to contend with, the diabolic butt plug.

I was convinced that it would not be as hard as all the other gadgets since once inserted the diameter of the resting place between the ass cheeks and the sphincter was only about ½ inch in diameter. The hard part was that the largest diameter before the relief was about 2 to 2 and ½ inches around, and no matter how fast I tried it would give me a long bending down grabbing my knees in pain. I was correct in all my assumptions, but after about 5 or 8 minutes, it became perfectly lodged inside me giving me a pleasant sensation as I walked, constantly reminding me of the insatiable inside mini orgasms. I found myself at the super market having a difficult time concentrating on what to buy with the plug taking my full attention with every step forward.

At the end of the 3rd day I was fully trained and ready for whatever. I was easily taking the full rubber enema bag, I was up to the full 2 inches with the dildo trainer, and very acclimatized with the but plug. It seemed that I was ready to be a slut bitch servant to that blackmailer son of a bitch. Tomorrow afternoon was the day of reckoning.

I arrived at the house at exactly 4 p.m. as ordered, parked the car in the rear of the building as instructed, then came around the front again and rang the bell. The door opened automatically and a voice on some sort of intercom said, “Go down the hallway, open the door at the end of it and go down to the dungeon. Once there, strip and take the jar on the bench and apply it all over every area of your body then after 10 minutes take a shower. After drying yourself, generally powder your body completely with the Johnson baby powder. Once you’ve done all of that just stand until someone comes to dress you for your night of bitch duties and obedience.”

I did what I was told except after applying the stuff all over my body it started burning to a point where I ran to the shower and opened the water before the 10 minutes. However to my dismay, no water came out and I had to stay there jumping from one leg to the other until the 10 minutes were up and the water gushed relieving me of the burning sensation and all of my bodily hair. After I got dried and was about to reach for the Johnson’s powder, the voice came on and said, “Delay the powder. Someone will come for you to give you your punishment for not waiting the full 10 minutes.”

A tall strong athletic type totally dressed in a tight rubber outfit with large dick and balls also encased in form fitting rubber came in, grabbed me by the arm and walked me over to a bench well covered in soft leather upholstery with straps which he tied me to it with my ass in the air ready for the punishment. He walked over to a nearby wall covered with all types of whips, paddles, gags and other gadgets I could not identify then grabbed a leather paddle with holes through the center about ten inches by 15 oblong with a 2 foot solid handle. I followed his walk back until he disappeared behind me then I heard a loud slap before I felt the searing pain on my ass realizing that the noise was my ass getting the full force of the paddle. I involuntarily screamed and followed by some very sincere begging, “PLEASE, PLEASE, NO MORE I WILL NEVER DISOBEY AGAIN NO MATTER WHAT PLEASE MASTER!”

As I was mumbling he simply put the paddle down and walked over to another shelf full of apparatus, picked an inflatable gag and shoved it in my mouth. A tying it to the back of my head, he pumped to an incredible point that I was worried would dislocate my jaw. When he was satisfied that I was now unable to make any more sounds, he returned behind me and I was made to withstand another four severe whacks of the paddle. He had a on rubber hood and from the mouth hole I heard him say, “This is just a sample of punishment. I don’t want to mark your ass too much but if needed I can always cover your ass bruises with rubber so that you can be fucked without the sight of blood.”

I could not make any comments and naturally from this moment on I was going to make absolutely sure not to make comments or punishable mistakes. He untied me and let me up from the bench. Grabbing my arm, he directed me back to the area next to the shower and ordered me to powder my body the left the room. After I’d completed the task, he came back carrying a black shiny rubber suit with a rubber shiny head hood with eyes, nose and mouth openings. He proceeded to remove my gag and dress me . After I was completely rubberized, he put a stiff shiny corset around my waist along with a pair of finger-less rubber gloves and a pair of boots with high heel shoes attached. After I was totally dressed and rubberized, he walked behind me and opened a small area directly in line with my rectum. Since this outfit was form fitting even in the ass area, one would have to stick a finger or a dick to notice the convenient entrance.

He walked me over to a well-padded rubber table built like a working drawing stand at an angle then he pushed me against it and made me bend over it. As I was waiting for the inevitable, he reached into the collar of my suit and pressed something that to my pleasant surprise activated small metal circles on top of my nipples to vibrate, driving me crazy with desire of being fucked. At this point I was so hot that I could not careless about how large or long it would be, I just wanted to be fucked. After a while, I heard several voices and comments saying, “Wow, beautiful ass. Who’s going first?”

A familiar voice said, “It’s my property so I’m going to fuck it first but one of you can pull up the tall seat, put a condom on and get a nice long blow job until I’m finished.”

I saw a rubberized individual bring the tall seat right in line with my face then I felt a finger sliding inside my rectum lubing it with something. The finger pulled out and the pressure of the large dick I had already become acquainted with during the parking lot blow job, pushed in. Even with all of the training over the four days, it made me tremble with pain but I knew better by now to stay quiet and did not move or complain. He shoved it all the way in and started fucking me like a bat out of hell as promised. Within a short time the pain left and I was in orgasmic heaven. The guy in front got into position and forced his condom covered dick in my mouth. With the nipple action, the fucking action and the dick in my mouth, I was in heaven. With all this going on, one of them grabbed my hand and made me hold his large dick grinding back and forth. One could say I was totally being used.

Little did I know that was just the beginning of that night’s activities and the start of my new life in submission and sexual enslavement. The Master eventually pumped my ass with rigorous force and speed after which he moaned loudly and came to a stop just laying on top of me and breathing hard while slowly losing his erection inside of me. I could not tell whether he filled my ass with his cum or he filled a condom with it. The comments between them answered my doubts when one of them said here is the condom waste bucket. He finally pulled out and gave my ass a hard good slap which gave me hope that this session was over and that somehow I was going to be dismissed. Nothing was further from the truth. Before I could make any movements, another dick, larger than the Master’s, slammed into my asshole and pumped ardently making me wet my rubbers with pre-cum. The increasing pleasure of the internal orgasms kept giving me incredible pleasure without any sign of ending until the fucking and the nipple vibrations stopped. Eventually the dick furiously banging into me slowed, got larger and as expected I had another guy laying on my back resting and breathing hard. By that point I had completed two ass fuckings and three blow jobs. I figured that they must have had a good sex night and it should be time to distract to other activities such as drinking and telling jokes. But I was wrong.

I felt a strong arms lifting me from the bent over position then surrounding me in a bear hug just above my stomach; lifting me off the floor and slowly impaling me onto his 10 inch dick. He started to flap me in a forward and backwards motion making gravity and impalement the fucking motions for the next 20 minutes. In as much that I was in mini-orgasmic pleasure, all this friction was beginning to turn my insides into a painful and possibly swollen irritated delicate mess of internal tissue. It began to hurt enough that I could no longer distinguish between the pleasure and the pain. The big guy flopping me over his dick like I was a rag doll went into a furious velocity, loudly yelling his grunts of sexual pleasure then very abruptly lowered me down to my feet, exited me and walked away. I stood with shaking knees somewhat off balance seeking a point of support to avoid falling down. I was able to reach over to the table that I had been bent over. I kept looking at the floor to avoid encouraging any the possibility of more events. A large strong hand grabbed me by the neck and started moving me in the direction of the shower area.

Once there he told me that I was to very carefully take off all the rubber garments then turned them inside out, wash them and dry them with an electric dryer on the table. With the nipple action stopped and the orgasms gone, I started to feel the pains of the assault on my ass and mouth. My rectum was feeling swollen and painful and my jaw and throat also reflected aching over use. I did as told; carefully taking off the garments and spent the next two hours washing drying and bringing them to their original clean and hanging condition. I then very carefully and somewhat painfully sat on the bench waiting for orders.

The big guy came back in and handed me a pair of tight rubber shorts with a the slit in the rectum area, a rubber T shirt and the high hills boots I had on all night. He then said, “Put these on then get in your car and go home. Good luck not getting raped in this outfit and be ready for a call for your next orders within the next week. He handed me a rubber bag with a zipper and my wallet and keys. I obediently dressed in the incredible “fuck me” outfit while thinking that once I was out of there I would take off these boots and when the area is clear of people I would run inside the house. I felt lucky that they did not have any further tricks and was happy to find myself inside the house without further problems. I carefully cleaned and put the high hills boots away then gathered all the training gadgets and placed them back into their plastic bags and put them away thinking I’d be staying away from any rectal or oral activities for some time to come. I had not eaten since the day before but as hungry as I was, I was afraid to eat and having to defecate through the very swollen and painful rectum. I did the only logical thing I could, I jumped in my bed and fell soundly asleep dressed in the rubber outfit I was given. The sun rays woke me up and I was feeling the sweat inside the rubber making every move feel like fingers massaging me like a second skin. My rectum was swollen and very sore while my mouth and throat felt just a felt tired. I turned on the TV and decided I was going to stay in bed all day to recuperate.

Late in the afternoon, I had to urinate and when in the bathroom relieving myself I was surprised to find that my rectum was no longer swollen or painful and actually felt empty and comfortably loose. I surmised that intense rectal abuse was easily and shortly rehabilitative. I made myself an omelet with bacon and beans, finally enjoying some much needed nutrition. Two days later, I was well rested and completely recuperated. I got back in the rubber outfit and started unwrapping the rectal gear. I realized that I was never going back to any kind of normal heterosexual life. If I never got a call from that son of a bitch, I probably would start going to bath houses and xxx video stores for more inner orgasms.

I got my orders after a 8 day vacation and after the enemas got dressed in the outfit they gave me to leave there in the last time and reported to the front door. I was showered and dressed as before but then I was put into a rubber straight jacket and placed in the back of a limo. I was blindfolded and could only hear the conversations of 3 or 4 men. After about half an hour into our trip, I was bent over the seat and felt my legs being pushed apart and the body of a man positioning behind me and placing the head of his large dick pushing into my ass. I was surprised that as he penetrated me the pain came back as if my rectum had shrunk. It soon felt better again and my fantastic inner orgasms began to pleasure me and pre-cum drops were once again wetting the inside of my rubber garment.

I was fucked at least four times during the trip and gave one long and slow blow job from start to a vibrant finish. At the rubber convention, I was chained to a pole for anyone to touch me and squeeze my ass cheeks or stick a finger in my ass but at the pole no one was permitted to fuck me. At the next station I was not so lucky. I was placed in a sling with my legs and arms chained and my ass hanging through the bottom of it. The chains to the sling went up to a large wheel with the shaft on the edge of it where the rings of the sling where placed. As the wheel turned it lifted and lowered the sling moving my ass up and down on the dick of the person lying on the rubber mattress under the contraption. It was obvious to me that they had control over the speed and position of the shaft in order to make the strokes on the dick longer and shorter and slower and faster. On the way back, I was not put into the rubber straight jacket and was left alone to sleep on the floor of the limo while the rest of them just flopped and slept on the seats. I was used in all kinds of gadgets contraptions for another 9 months until the Master son of a bitch had a heart attack and the group was ended. As predicted I became a customer of bath clubs and xxx video stores carefully making sure no one could become too involved again. I was given a lot of the rubber outfits from the dungeon and became a user of them including the corset which with its constant use and some hormones, I attained a fantastic feminine hour glass figure which is now a lucrative bitching money maker.

The end

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The poor businessman’s abuse continues in Etienne’s art series “Kidnapped”.

Kidnapped – Part 3
by Etienne
Series: Kidnapped

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Military recruit Terrence is a slacker. And it always causes his fellow soldiers in the unit to suffer the consequences. So they decide to take some revenge…..

Servicing the Unit
by Quick Drawl

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SuperStud is captured by his evil arch-nemesis, Flex Lugor, who intends to take over Metropolitan City using the super hero’s pent up cum to power his massive ray gun. Hot art piece by IcemanBlue.com!

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The inmates are forced to strip in front of an audience of officers and new trainees then have their naked bodies thoroughly inspected.

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Demi-God Hercules is sexually violated while fighting the cunning Hydra in this tentacle bondage story by Otherside.

Hercules – Part 1: Hercules and The Hydra
by Otherside
Series: Hercules

Introduction

Hercules, the demigod son of the god of heaven and thunder Zeus and the mortal woman Alcmene, is renowned for his great strength and endurance that no man in Greece can surpass. He was living peacefully with his beloved wife, Megara. Together they had three beautiful sons. But the jealous Hera sent madness on Hercules which caused him to murder his own family. Hercules’ perfect life was ruined with his guilt persecuting him.

In order to cleanse himself from his guilt, Hercules consulted the Oracle of Delphi. The priestess told him to submit himself under the rule of his cousin, Eurystheus, king of Mycenae. Hercules did so; he went to Mycenae and humbly submitted himself to King Eurystheus.

Eurystheus is of a cunning and envious nature. He’d heard stories about his cousin Hercules and his adventures and about how the people of Thebes admire and idolize the demigod. It seemed that the name of his cousin is so renowned in the land of Greece that it almost outweighed the name of a king.

And so when Hercules came before him, Eurystheus thought of ways on how he can make Hercules’ life a little harder. The king of Mycenae accepted Hercules’ service and started toying on the demigod.

Eurystheus tasked Hercules to do certain labors that would be impossible for a mere mortal to accomplish. The first task was to kill the lion in Nemea. There’s no weapon on earth that could wound the fearsome lion. However, the lion was no match for a demigod’s strength. Hercules easily choked the lion and killed it. He returned in Mycenae carrying the dead lion on his back. Eurystheus, upon seeing the demigod’s success, proved to himself that Hercules possessed incredible might. The king of Mycenae felt threatened and frightened. He refused to let Hercules in his kingdom. He just gave his next order through a herald.

The next labor of Hercules is to kill the monster inhabiting the swamps of Lerna. It was a monster known as Hydra.

Hercules and Hydra

It was a long travel that Hercules took in order for him to reach the swamps of Lerna. Sweat trickled down his face as the hot rays of the sun shone on his tan muscular body. He sported short brown hair and beard encircling his mouth and chin. Hercules’ face reflected the beauty of a god and the masculine features of a man. He was an ideal image of masculinity and strength.

In the middle of his journey, he met his nephew named Ioalus. Iolaus was of a great beauty too, having a muscular body and handsome face. Being a great charioteer, Iolaus offered his uncle a ride to the site. Hercules accepted his nephew’s help and he rode on the chariot with Iolaus.

When they finally reached Lerna, the men decided to stop at a nearby town before the demigod faced the horrible monster. They entered a tavern offering wine and other alcoholic drinks. Hercules liked to drink especially when he was about to go to a great battle.

“Another man was devoured by Hydra,” said one of the men in the tavern.

“That monster is such a plague. I wonder when will the gods act to stop that monster from terrorizing us,” uttered another man.

Hercules approached them and declared with confidence, “It’s not the gods who will subdue that monster, I myself will kill it.”

The men laughed upon hearing Hercules’ words. “Who do you think you are to say that you will kill the Hydra. The Hydra has taken many lives. Any creature that happens to wander in the swamp will surely be eaten by the monster.”

“I assure you I will kill the monster,” Hercules said shortly. The demigod turned to his nephew, “Let’s go Iolaus. I’ve drunk enough. Let’s go and kill the Hydra.”

Iolaus stood from his seat and followed his uncle. Hercules gathered his weapons and the two of them went on their way.

“You are going to your death!” the man shouted at them as they exited the tavern.

The two ventured deep into the woods. On their way to the swamp, they met a hermit living in the deep woods.

“I know who you are. You are the son of Zeus. You are Hercules,” the hermit declared.

“I am,” Hercules claimed. “Do you know where the swamp of Lerna is?”

“Why are you looking for the swamp? Don’t you know that a horrible creature is living in there?” the hermit asked.

“I know about it. The Hydra isn’t it? I am here to kill it,” Hercules answered in firm voice.

“You are a brave man to face the hydra. Go straight on your way and you will reach the swamp and there in a cave, the Hydra dwells. May your father guide you,” the hermit told him.

Together with his nephew, Hercules continued and they finally reached the murky swamp of Lerna. He easily spotted the mouth of the cave where the Hydra lives. He took some of his arrows and coated it with some fabric strips while Iolaus took some stones and rubbed it together to make some fire. He set the fabric coated tips on fire. He aimed the flaming arrows to the mouth of the cave. One by one he shot the flaming arrows until the mouth of the cave was covered in flames. A loud roar came from the cave and the horrible Hydra finally came out from its lair.

The thunderous roar of the Hydra broke the silence of the swamp. A serpent like head came out from the cave.

“That’s the Hydra? Looks like a giant snake,” Iolaus uttered.

Soon after, multiple heads started to come out from the cave. It was revealed that the Hydra has nine heads.

“Now it doesn’t look like a snake anymore,” Iolaus said.

Aside from multiple heads, the fearsome Hydra also had multiple tails that act as coils or tentacles. It’s body, like a snake, was covered by scales and in its mouth were rows of sharp teeth.

“Face your death now Hydra!” Hercules yelled as he took his sword and charged at the monster.

The monster replied with a roar from its nine heads. Hercules and Hydra started to face each other. Hercules attacked with his sword. He attempted to wound the monster but the Hydra was fast enough to evade the attack. Hercules slashed the monster and he was finally able to wound it. The monster roared in pain. The Hydra attacked with one of its heads. The demigod did another slash with his sword and chopped off the head. The neck that once held the head wriggled in pain. But to Hercules’ surprise, two heads started grow from the wounded neck! The chopped off head was replaced and an additional one emerged.

“The head grew back into two!” Iolaus exclaimed.

“It’s a challenge I must accept,” Hercules uttered. The demigod yelled aloud as he attacked the Hydra. He was able to cut one of the coils of the monster.

The Hydra roared louder. The monster’s eyes were burning with rage. Hercules charged once more to attack the monster. The monster opened one of it’s mouths and a harsh breath came out. The harsh chemicals in the monster’s breath dissolved the fabric of Hercules’ shirt. The demigod decided to just rip off his shirt. His muscular torso was revealed, his shoulders and chest were broad and muscular. Muscles bulged on his abdomen.

Hercules attacked once more again chopping off one of its heads. “Iolaus! Burn the wound with fire!” Hercules shouted to his nephew.

Iolaus took a tree branch and set it on fire with the flames he had created earlier. With the burning branch, Iolaus burned the open wound hindering the head from growing back.

The Hydra roared and kicked Iolaus off with one of its coils. Iolaus lost his hold of the burning branch and stumbled on the ground.

“Iolaus!” Hercules shouted in concern for his nephew.

“Don’t worry, I’m still alive,” Iolaus said as he tried to stand up.

“You’re going to pay for hurting my nephew!” Hercules said to the monster as he attacked again.

The Hydra sprayed Hercules with its harsh breath. Hercules evaded the breath but the gas was able to dissolve the fabric of his remaining garment. Hercules was now completely naked.

“Hercules, you’re naked. All of your body was now exposed. Retreat now and try to kill the Hydra another day!” Iolaus told him.

“There’s no way I’m going to retreat! I’m going to fight the Hydra with or without clothes!” Hercules said.

The demigod was unmindful even if he was all exposed. His penis was still soft and drooped in front of his huge pair of testicles that dangled between his muscular legs. Hercules attacked the monster once more. His genitals bounced between his legs as he ran toward the monster cutting off another coil.

The Hydra refused to let the demigod win attacking once again with its breath. Hercules was close enough to be hit by the breath causing irritation on the skin of his left arm turning it red with a burning sensation.

“Aaah!” Hercules groaned.

Hercules ran around to avoid the Hydra’s breath but one of its coils caught his foot. Unable to escape, the Hydra breathed on him again. Hercules was able to cut off the coil before the breath could reach him but the harsh gas touched his broad muscular chest. Hercules ran to safety behind a huge rock.

“Aaah! Aaaah!” Hercules groaned in pain as his chest flashed red and felt as if on fire.

Hercules emerged from the rock and faced the Hydra once more. He attacked the Hydra and chopped off one of its heads. Iolaus quickly grabbed the burning branch and burned the wound. Hercules attacked again while avoiding the Hydra’s harsh breath. He chopped off another head then another. Iolaus took care of burning the wounds to prevent the heads from growing back. Hercules continued attacking the Hydra until only two heads remain.

The Hydra was exhausted and severely wounded. The monster knew it must think of a way to get rid of Hercules or else it would die. The Hydra thought of a plan. The monster roared and a huge crab came out from the mud.

“The monster called a friend for help!” Iolaus uttered.

Hercules was about to attack but the crab grabbed his foot with its pincers.

“Aaaah!” Hercules groaned in pain. He kicked the crab away and punched it with a great force that it broke its shell.

The Hydra took the opportunity to attack Hercules wrapping its coils around the demigod’s arms and feet and held him securely. Hercules’ arms and feet were spread wide as the coils held them firmly in place.

Hercules struggled to break free but the coils were too strong. Then another coil grabbed his most sensitive part, his penis!

“Aaaah!” Hercules screamed as the coil wrapped tightly around his penis.

A pair of coils travelled to his chest. The tips of the coils touched his nipples and Hercules started to feel heat in his body. Another coil approached the demigod’s penis and touched its sensitive head.

“Aaaah! Ooooh!” Hercules’ groan turned into moan of pleasure. His penis started to grow. The Hydra loosened its grip on his penis to give it space to erect. The monster continued its dirty tactics until the demigod’s private member was fully erect then the Hydra tightened again its coil around Hercules’ penis.

“Hercules! The Hydra is distracting you by using your sexual drive!” Iolaus yelled at him but the demigod’s mind was distracted by the pleasure.

The Hydra’s coil started to move up and down along Hercules’ hard penis. The slimy feeling of Hydra’s skin added some pleasure, it felt like Hercules was pounding the tightest and slimiest vagina in Greece.

“Oooooh!” Hercules moaned as the coils continue playing with his nipples as well as with the head of his penis. The coil that held his penis moved up and down along the shaft causing precum to start spurting out.

“Hercules!” Iolaus shouted.

Hercules finally came back to his senses but the pleasure was still distracting him. “I have to kill you,” Hercules uttered in the middle of the overwhelming pleasure.

He struggled to move his right arm so that he could use his sword. He was able to move his arm and chop off the coils playing with his nipples. Then, he proceeded to cut the coils wrapping around his arms. Both of his arms were free, he proceeded to cut the coils around his feet. But the Hydra wouldn’t let Hercules free. With a coil still around his erect penis, the Hydra moved another coil and plunged it inside Hercules’ ass!

“Aaaaah!” Hercules screamed as the coil entered his anus. He dropped on his knees with his hands on the ground. The coil moved in and out of his anus. “Aaaaah!” Hercules groaned. “Ooooh!” He started to moan as the coil moved in and out of his anus and another coil moved up and down along his erect penis.

“Hercules!” Iolaus shouted.

“Ooooh!” Hercules moaned. He tried to stand up and approach the monster though he could barely walk with the coil still in his anus. With a slash, he was able to cut one of its head.

Iolaus rushed to burn the wound. “Hercules cut the remaining head now!”

Hercules aimed his sword and slashed the only remaining head but the sword could not cut through its neck! The Hydra roared as it pounded harder on Hercules’ anus and moved along his penis faster.

“Ooooh! Aaaaah!” Hercules moaned as the pleasure was reaching its peak. His penis was throbbing and his precum was drooling. Hercules fell on his knees as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“I will kill you!” Hercules yelled. He stood up and his incredible strength allowed him to lift up a gigantic boulder with an ease.

“Aaaaaah!” Hercules yelled as he smashed the boulder on the monster. The coils in his anus and around his penis dropped as the Hydra lost it’s life.

“Aaaaaah!” he yelled. And as the boulder crashed the Hydra, Hercules’ hips started to move involuntarily. His precious cum started to squirt from his hard huge penis. His testicles dangled as he ejaculated his cum which landed on the boulder that crashed the Hydra.

“It will be the mark that I, Hercules, killed you,” the demigod declared as he stepped his foot on the boulder. The remaining drop of his cum fell on the boulder.

Iolaus quickly approached his uncle. “You were able to kill the Hydra!” he greeted his uncle. Iolaus ripped his shirt and handed it to Hercules. Hercules took the fabric and wrapped it around his waist to cover his privates.

Hercules dipped his arrows on the monster’s poisonous blood then took one of the heads as a proof that he killed the monster. The two of them left the swamp. On their way to the woods, they again met the hermit.

“You are victorious in killing the monster,” the hermit uttered upon seeing the head carried by Hercules. “It’s my honor to receive a demigod as a guest. Take some rest in my abode and I will treat your wounds,” the hermit offered.

The two accepted the hermit’s offer. They went inside the hermit’s house in the middle of the woods. The hermit made an ointment from herbs and applied it on Hercules’ arm and chest. Hercules felt a relief as the cool ointment touched his skin. The hermit gave them clothes they could wear and served them food. After they had eaten, the two thanked the hermit and made on their way back to Mycenae.

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A submissive bondage virgin is trained by his dominant celebrity boyfriend in another hot story by Billy Mist.

Boy Toy
by Billy Mist

My name is Drake and I’m in a monogamous relationship with a gorgeous, smart and very sexy man. But this story isn’t about him. It’s been years since I even thought about another man in terms of sex and or cheating. But every now and then I sit  back and reminisce to the days when I was with the first man who changed me. When I say changed I don’t mean changed my hair or they way I dress. I mean the way I lust, the things I want and the things that make my mouth water. He changed the simple nuances of sexuality that make my cock jump in my pants. I don’t want to use his real name here for obvious reasons, so for the sake of this story let’s call him Michael.

I was living in midtown at the time and working in PR. A far cry from my new place as a house-boy with the love of my life. As a part of my position, I was required to go to many celebrity parties and industry events. Try explaining how boring this gets to anyone else and you’ll get looks of confusion and bewilderment. But Michael got me. He knew the trivialities of fundraisers and celebrating the newest bullshit endeavour that some B-List celebrity had suckered their friends into paying for. I was over it. This particular party was at a very famous museum in New York City. I’ll keep that part a mystery too because I don’t want to risk giving you unnecessary information. I was working quite a long day and was at a level of exhaustion and frustration that is quite common in my old profession. Around midnight after a series of speeches and some toasting with vintage bottles of Perrier Jouet Belle, I took a chance to hide behind one of the many marble pillars supporting the massive space and inadvertently collided with a blur of blue eyes and curly black hair. As tends to happen when two people collide there was a bit of a mess and a moment of being mortified followed by an awkward minute of laughter and napkin dabbing. I was profusely apologizing when my eyes traveled from the wet spot I had made on this poor man’s pants up to his Versace vintage graphic button down and then I stopped at his mouth. His perfect wide teeth were framed by soft pale lips glued into a wide Cheshire grin, outlined by dimples on either side. I allowed my eyes to travel upwards further to a button nose that was sitting below two almond shaped pools of Caribbean blue. His thick but perfectly groomed brows were furrowed in his laughter. I recognized him instantly and I became a crimson frown in an unbearable state of shame. I had seen many of his films and in fact had masturbated to thoughts of him on numerous occasions. I didn’t recall seeing his name on the list of invites and so I had to assume he was there with a date. Likely some gorgeous vapid model type or perhaps another self important film star, god knows that our party was full of them.

I stuttered more apologies as he put out his hand to stop me, still laughing. These hands were now the focus of my attention. Manicured, buffed nails and a minimal amount of dark hair with long fingers and a strong grasp. This would be the first time those hands touched me. Later I would come to know the things those hands could do to a man. The kinds of things that brought you to your knees in pleasure and brought you to your knees in pain. The kind of hands that could torture you until it felt so good you begged for the mercy of release because the only thing left to do was to cum and let these hands rocket you to somewhere else, somewhere off this planet.

I came up from my one knee and let his hand rest on me while he assured me that I was not in fact at fault and that he was responsible for the mishap. He signaled me to stay put and he walked off. ‘Great,’ I thought to myself, ‘I never look where I’m going.’ I sat, hands shaking now, waiting for his return. Moments later he returned with the same grin and two more glasses of champagne. Gratefully I accepted and we clinked. This small gesture of kindness made me want to please him. His celebrity made me want to please him. His larger than life presence and that beautiful, beautiful smile all left me wishing I could please him.

I introduced myself hastily and nervously and he gave me his name, confirming his identity and almost shyly to me and under his breath, added, “When are you finished here?”

I was less taken aback and more surprised which he recognized on my face and immediately began to explain himself, “I didn’t mean it the way you think i did. I apologize it’s just i thought maybe i could take you for a drink to make it up to you. It seems I’ve ruined your shirt.”

I looked down to see the remnants of his glass of Perrier on the front of my shirt. The material clung to my chest, revealing my hardened nipples and the top of my chiseled abdominals, a result of combining very little time to eat with my strict fitness regime. I saw his own eyes travel from my perked nipples down to my abs and still further down! He was checking me out. His eyes came back to meet mine and now it was his turn to be embarrassed. I could see a rosy flush come to his cheeks. Later in our time together  I would see that same flush dozens times as we shared intimate moments. But for now all we could do was smile at each other.

“I can let my assistant close up shop here if you like. I’ll chalk it up to a business discussion.” I chimed.

A half hour later we left the party together. The first of many parties we would leave together.

It was months later when I learned the first lesson in fetish pleasure that Michael would give me. This was a party that he had thrown. His apartment was somewhere we spent minimal time, not to say that it wasn’t absolutely magnificent. We were a very active couple as a result of the nature of our career choices but we traveled together under the guise of me being his publicist mainly because he hadn’t come out to the public. As he explained it to me it was an opportunity for me to meet many of his friends and for them to meet me. I was glad to be included in his life in this way and as always, I wanted to please him.

The party was everything expected. Decadent, fabulous and filled with beautiful people. The night started with a dinner party and ended with a small plate of cocaine, a new 100 dollar bill rolled neatly with a rubber band around it and bottles of vintage wine and champagne. I had never really partied much after college but now the night had dwindled the gathering down to a small group of four people and Michael was looking to me imploringly. I picked up the bill between my fingers daintily, pinky up, as if it made a difference. I snorted half the white powdered line in one swift motion and coughed. There was a numbness spreading down my throat and a tingle that erupted over my skin traveling outwards to all my limbs and leaving in its wake a trail of goosebumps and hairs on end. I smiled and went in for the other half, Michael’s hand resting gently on my lower back. The second half went down easier and his touch became deeper as i bent over, making my pelvis come alive. I felt a swift rush and an immediate sense of urgency. I looked over to my gorgeous boyfriend to see him smiling at me.

Like any other time this happened, I felt a surge of longing for him. Only this emotion was now intensified by the high I was floating on. The plate went around the table of friends and when each had had their share Michael stood up and spoke. “I thought maybe we could get to know each other more. I mean, the way that we all know each other.” he said as he nodded to his two remaining friends who smiled back at me as if I was supposed to know what he meant. He turned to me, his blazing blue eyes now large and intense. “I have interests.” he paused. “I have specific interests in things I have yet to share with you. More specifically, I have sexual interests. And I want them to be your interests.” He looked to his friends who were looking to me. “I only want you to experience the kind of pleasure that we have discovered and shared, because I care for you. Because it pleases me.” This was my weakness. My need to please him was greater than all other needs. My need to satisfy him had existed since that moment I spilled my vintage champagne over his perfectly pressed shirt.

He sauntered over the a closet in the hallway that I had never opened before and motioned for me to follow. Grins spread on our guests faces. This whole time we were together I had assumed this closet was for cleaning supplies but to my shock it was set up like a hardware store. Red paint bloodied the walls inside and a black spreader bar harness hung from the ceiling. The sides of the closet were lined with black peg boards on which various tools hung. In my shocked state I could make out leather handcuffs with chain links dangling off them. I saw blindfolds made of leather. I glimpsed towards the middle of the left wall to see ropes in various thicknesses and lengths hanging invitingly. On the right side I could see things that I never imagined my sweet, sweet Michael would have. Enormous, thick, veined dildos hung menacingly. A series of whips with varying tips lay flat against the black surface. My mouth went agape. Michael’s hand came to my shoulder, comfortingly. I looked to the back of the closet to see a clothes rack of shiny materials, leather outfits, full head to toe bodysuits. Some of the suits were open in the front and back. I swung my head right again to look above the dildos where a shelf with lubes and powders and jars of strange waxes lay.

“I want you to want this.” Michael said, eyeing me wide eyed. “I want to own you. I want you to put on a suit and be all mine, all of you, every inch, until i tell you to take it off. Can you do this for me? Can you let me take you and make you belong to me?” he asked me. I looked at the other guests and back to him. “They are here to help,” he said,” I can send them away if you like but I promise you they will make this better for you, for us.”

“What do i do?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear, sending a shock down my spine, “Whatever I say.”  

My cock came alive with his breath in my ear.  His voice was my kryptonite, something i could not deny. My urge to please him was ever present. “I. I. I want to but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” I stammered.

Michael took me by the hands. Behind him I could see his friends begin to unrobe. One was larger, more muscular and had a full erection by this time. His cock was pink, smooth and shiny. He had strong legs and dark hair. The other was smaller, a twink. He was thin and lanky but he had the most massive penis I had ever seen. His balls were hanging below a soda can shaped cock that made my jaw drop. His long brown hair hit his shoulders and his smile was one sided, reminding me of Elvis.  

I was shaking, nervous and my high was wearing off. Michael signaled one of the friends and he brought me the plate of cocaine which I gratefully helped myself to, the taste still in my mouth as Michael kissed me, deeply, his tongue running over my numb teeth and tickling my own. He pulled my shirt over my head gently. My nipples were hard and he kissed one, grabbing it between his teeth and pulling it. I gasped and the two men came closer to us. He removed the bar from the ceiling and brought it to the living room attaching it to a wire that I had noticed dangling on other occasions. Only I never knew why.

Michael came back to me and motioned for my hands, which he cuffed, getting rougher now. “I want you to put this on, “ he said, reaching far behind me to grab a black latex suit with a mask and a hole where the crotch should be. “I found that covering the face helps with shyness. It excites me as well.”

And with that he stripped my pants off me in one swift motion. I was ashamed and tried to cover myself, but he slapped my hands away. “You belong to me now, darling. There is no need to be ashamed. Everything you do will be as you are told to do. Every motion, every movement, every sensation will be an order from me.”

He was talking as he was dressing me, carefully zipping my body into the skin tight suit. He pulled the mask over my head and to my relief the mouth and eyes were cut outs, letting me breath and see easily. I looked down and saw my exposed cock, dangling, semi hard. My hands were cuffed and hanging loosely at my sides. I looked back to Michael who was talking to me, but I wasn’t hearing what he was saying, my mind wandering. He slapped me and said my name.

“Now baby, i don’t want to hurt you but daddy needs you to pay attention to him when he talks ok? How can you be a good slave if you don’t pay attention?” he asked calmly.

I was failing him. I needed to be better at pleasing him. I wanted to make him happy. His happiness was everything. I hung my head, “I am sorry daddy. I can do better.” I said ashamedly.

He cooed at me now, “That’s a good boy. Come with daddy.” and he took me to the living room, my genitals and my backside exposed to the party guests who were looking at me like a piece of meat. I wanted to feel ashamed but the urge to please him was stronger than that. He pulled my arms over my head and attached the cuffs to the bar. I had butterflies in my stomach.

“Daddy is going to tie you up,” he said as I looked up at my hands which were restrained above me and I looked back at him and he shook his head, “no no baby, down here.” and he grabbed my cock and my balls hard which made me cry out.

“But.” I began to protest and he raised his hand far behind and hit me, hard, on my semi hard cock.

“Daddy doesn’t like you arguing with me. Are you going to be a good boy?” he asked. I shook my head fervently. I did not want to be hit again. I wanted to please him, so I went slightly limp and let him have control of me. He took my cock and balls again in his hands and powdered it with baby powder, pulling several ropes from his pocket. He motioned to the thinner house guest and ordered him to put his fingers inside me. I wanted to struggle, to cry out against it and to tell him no but as I heard him spitting on his fingers and I saw the immensely satisfied look my boyfriend had on his face I relaxed against his fingers and instead pushed against them feeling them slide into me and I began to move myself up and down on them.

I saw the great pleasure this gave my boyfriend and with this my cock grew hard. I was watching him intently, all the while moving my hips. He took first my balls and wrapped them, going around each one individually and then the entire sack as a whole. I want to say that it was uncomfortable, and it hurt, but it was also erotic and pleasurable in the way that it pulled them down and squeezed around them enveloping me in a constant pressure hold. I could feel them more now than i had ever noticed before. They seemed to throb and tingle. Then he took the same rope and began to wind it around my now very hard cock. Around and around, tightly he wound the rope all the while stroking my very sensitive sack.

“Does baby like this?” he cooed. I shook my head fervently. “Does baby want daddy to touch him more?” he asked. I again shook my head. “First,” he said,” I need you to be a good boy and take our friend deep inside you. You musn’t struggle. I want you to open up wide, ok ?”

I shook my head and opened my mouth but the moment I realized that in fact my mouth was too high up for me to take anyone inside it I felt a pinch behind me as the smaller guest was forcing himself into me. In this moment of pain I could not hold my cries inside and I let one escape. The agony was harsh at first, pressure now enveloping both my stretched hole and my tightly wound dick and balls. Michael came close to me and kissed me deeply, stifling my cry while I was being plunged deeply from behind.

A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead and Michael looked me in my eyes before he slowly ran his tongue up along my face, following the path the sweat had left behind. Then he took me in his hands and reached between my legs to grab the cock that was stretching me apart. He pulled it out of me and rubbed my ass, putting one finger inside me and swirling it around. That felt incredible. I was immensely relieved and I was given the chance to relax now. His motions turned faster and faster sending swirls of pleasure throughout my tightly bound regions.

He nodded to the other man from the party who out of the corner of my eye I could see was stroking his cock. He came up behind me, his breath on my neck and I could feel Michael guiding his cock into my ass, slowly slipping it inside me. He stood up and kissed me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth in sync with the pumping cock behind me and this time I felt pleasure. Michael began to touch me lightly on my cock, which was now tied swollen against the ropes. I felt his breath close to me now and realized my eyes were closed tightly.

“I want you to beg daddy. Beg daddy to make you cum.” he said to me looking in to my eyes. I could see his beautiful blue pools staring into me and I began to plead with him, my asshole growing tighter and my insides humming around the cock that was pushing in and out of me. I was relaxing against it and it began to slip in and out rubbing against my pleasure zones. The sensations and sensitivities began to grow more intense. I felt it running through my entire pelvis like a volcano bubbling.

“Oh my god, oh my god, please. I cant take it anymore,” I cried out, “Please Michael please, help me. I help me cum.” I begged. I was begging him now, almost on the verge of tears, all the sensations happening at once, overloading my senses. Michael dropped to his knees, still looking into my eyes and pulled the rope from my cock. The pain shot through me at first and then at once turned into the most intense pleasurable sensation when I saw my cock disappear into his perfect soft lips. He plunged me into his orifice, running his tongue along the bottom of my delicate cock and over the head, the heat of his tongue being followed by the coolness of his wet trail.

Things i never noticed before the rope became apparent to me. I felt every inch of his mouth on me and every so often he touched my balls, lightly, and sent me shivering. From behind the cock that was plunging in and out of me became more rigid and its owner confessed he was close to orgasm.

“Can you cum for Daddy?” Michael asked looking at me.

“Daddy I’m going to cum,” I whined in a voice I did not recognize, “I am going to cum so hard. Please Daddy make me cum.”

I looked below at my gorgeous boyfriend taking my cock into his mouth deep and hard and felt the imminent explosion and the dick in my asshole began to pulse hard and I heard the grunting of an orgasm in my ear. I exploded into Michael’s mouth. I was cumming so hard it almost burned, my balls pulling up tight into me and my cock pulsing so hard down his throat. I shook all over and the orgasm continued. The pleasure spread from my cock down my legs and around my hips, warming me from the inside out with waves and pulses. I felt the man slip from inside me and rest his cock in between my ass cheeks. I looked down at Michael, who was so pleased and smiling at me, proud. I fell in love with him so hard at that moment. He stood up smiling and gently undid my cuffs, moving a stray hair from my face.

“You made Daddy so happy.” he said smiling.

How could I ever go back to the way things were before? Why would i want to?

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Three frat pledges endure a humiliating fraternity initiation that awakens unknown desires in the latest story from Quick Drawl.

Princess, Cunt & Hemorroid
by Quick Drawl

“Get undressed, bitches!”

Brandon gulped. He’d known there would be a lot of shit to go through but the idea that he’d have to get undressed in front of a group of people hadn’t occurred to him. He turned his head and looked at another pledge. He didn’t know his name. The pledge master called him “Cunt.” The pledge master called Brandon “Princess.” Cunt wasn’t moving. He looked just as shell-shocked as Brandon.

He turned his head the other direction. He knew Alex. Alex was his roommate. Alex stood, also shell-shocked. “Did you fucking hear me, Hemorrhoid?” Hemorrhoid. That was Alex’s pledge name. “I said get your fucking clothes off. Now!”

For a moment, Brandon thought about leaving. Fuck the fraternity. Fuck it all. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it occurred to him. He couldn’t leave. His father had been a Sigma Tau. His uncles and grandfather, too. His great-grandfather had been in the fraternity, and his great, great uncle was one of the founders. A Forrester who couldn’t get into Sigma Tau Epsilon would be more than just a black sheep. Hell, all the promises about his place in the family’s business would disappear. He’d still get a job but it would be some humiliating middle-management thing.

“Princess! What the fuck are you waiting for?” Brandon didn’t think but automatically reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. It was strange to feel so exposed. He worked out. He worked out all the time. He was on the swim team, got a scholarship his parents almost forced him to give up because Forrestters didn’t take charity. It was only when they learned how competitive the scholarship had been and how many students Brandon had beat out that they changed their mind.

The point was his body was a source of pride. It was intimidating. When his shirt came off, the attractiveness of every male in the vicinity dropped by a few points. It was strange not to feel the swell of pride he usually would and instead to feel dreadfully embarrassed. He looked at Alex and then at Cunt. Alex was slowly pulling up his tee shirt. Cunt was unbuttoning his shirt.

“Don’t you fucking stop there, Princess! Get your pants off.” Brandon felt his face grow hot, and he imagined his skin had to be bright red. He didn’t want to drop his pants, especially given that his dick had somehow decided the situation warranted excitement. He didn’t have a raging erection but he could feel his pants growing tighter. The idea that getting naked in front of everyone might result in a hard on was terrifying.

Still, a life in lower management and thinly hidden disapproving looks from his parents, his grandparents, and every uncle, aunt, cousin, and servant was more terrifying.

He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. When his hands reached the zipper, the proximity of his fingers to his cock seemed to make it swell again. He tried to think about ugly girls and ugly things, anything to keep his cock under control but as he unzipped and slid his pants down to his ankles, it only got worse. He hoped the bulge in his briefs could be misinterpreted as just his normal, flaccid cock. It wasn’t tented or anything yet but it wouldn’t be long before there was no question about it.

Fuck.

What kind of a guy got turned on surrounded by other guys because he was being forced to undress. It took a bit of effort to get the pant legs over his feet, and he had to pull his shoes off to make it work. By the time he stood again, his pants, shoes, and shirt remained in a little pile at his feet. He wore only his underwear and gym socks, and his damned dick was refusing to obey his mind. At any moment his arousal would be noted, and the humiliation would start in earnest.

He looked to the left and right. The others were still undressing, and thankfully it appeared that the pledge master intended to wait until they were done before continuing. By the time Cunt stood in just his underwear, Brandon felt a hell of a lot better. Staring at the other two kept his arousal in check. He also felt better about things because Alex had both of his hands clasped in the front, obscuring the sight of his crotch. Alex had to be dealing with involuntary arousal, too. Misery loves company, he guessed.

“What the fuck are you assholes doing?” The pledge master’s voice drew Brandon from his thoughts. “I didn’t say take off some of your clothes! Get the fuck undressed! Now!”

Cold fear gripped Brandon. All of his clothes? Jesus Christ. He hadn’t been naked in front of anyone he didn’t intend to sleep with ever. Well, he hadn’t been naked in front of anyone he didn’t intend to sleep with except taking showers in locker rooms, and that was different. When everyone was naked it was pretty much the same as everyone being clothed. It was a hell of a lot different than being on display while people completely dressed watched.

Cunt was naked by the time Brandon moved again. He imagined it was pretty damned silly of him to gain some confidence because Cunt had a smaller penis than he did but it pushed him past his fear and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid his underwear down over his thighs and then past his knees. He realized when they reached his ankles that he was bent over completely, showing his ass to the group of frat boys behind him, and he hurriedly stood up straight. He didn’t want to bend over again so he used his toes to wiggle his feet out of his socks, kicking the underwear and socks into the pile of clothes.

Immediately his hands moved in front of his crotch.

Big mistake.

The contact with his hands got his cock excited again, and he felt embarrassment creep over his neck, cheeks, and ears. He imagined he looked like some kind of a fucking lobster. He pulled his hands away from his dick and let his arms hang at his sides, hoping he could get things under control if there was no stimulation.

“Look at the big cock on Princess.” The sarcasm in the pledge master’s voice was terrible and it got worse. “And look! It’s getting bigger.”

It was.

Goddam it, his cock was getting bigger and now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t do anything to keep it from happening. He felt embarrassment creep over him, and the shame only grew worse when the pledge master said, “Hemorrhoid’s cock is growing, too. Of course, Hemorrhoid has a tiny prick. I guess Princess gets turned on by little pricks.”

Brandon tried to keep his eyes straight ahead, unfocused on anything at all but even though he enjoyed a measure of success in blocking out any clear sight of the fully-clothed fraternity brothers watching, there was no way to avoid the unmistakable fact that his cock was fully erect now and actually pulsing. He might not be focused on the clothed men around him but he knew for a fact everyone had no trouble at all focusing on his embarrassingly obvious hard on.

Even if he somehow could have tricked his mind into forgetting about the damned situation between his legs, the pledge master’s running commentary brought it all back to front of mind. “Looks like we got three fags, here, boys. I mean, Cunt isn’t getting hard but that’s probably because he saw Princess’s cock and realizes just how tiny he is. Jesus. He’s even smaller than Hemorrhoid.”

Brandon felt a momentary burst of pride and then the heavy weight of humiliation. Sure, he was human enough to care that his cock was impressive but in these circumstances, his size was more of a liability than anything else. If he wasn’t a fucking blue and purple pole of steel, maybe the size would be an asset. Maybe the pledge master would praise him for being the only one of the pledges who didn’t get off on men.

No luck with a boner practically screaming that he loved dick.

And he didn’t love dick! At least, he didn’t love any dick other than his own.

“Jesus, Princess. You must really like cocks. You like sausage, Princess? Do you?” Brandon stood silently and hoped that the question was supposed to be rhetorical. Fortunately, the pledge master turned his attention to Cunt. “It wouldn’t matter, though, would it, Cunt? I mean, is that a dick or a clit? Hell, I’ve seen bigger clits. Spread your legs and show us your pussy.”

Everyone laughed and then someone from the crowd said something that sent a wave of humiliated fear crashing down over Brandon. “Make Princess find his pussy.”

There were a few hoots and hollers followed by tense silence that seemed louder than anything spoken, yelled, laughed, or groaned before. The pledge master stepped forward and smiled wickedly. “I think that’s a great idea, actually.” He turned toward Cunt. “Get over here, loser.”

The fear that rose up inside of Brandon was all but debilitating. What happened next was scarier. Cunt moved closer, and Brandon could see he was shaking slightly. Brandon could definitely sympathize with that response. The pledge master said, “I think Cunt should prove he’s a guy and Princess is going to help him prove it.” He pushed Cunt closer until they stood right next to each other and Cunt’s shoulder pressed against Brandon’s bicep. “You both start stroking. Whoever cums first loses.”

Brandon didn’t understand why cumming first would mean Cunt wasn’t a man. He didn’t really think about it, though, because the idea that he’d have to jerk off in front of everyone was terrifying. Evidently, though, Cunt was relieved that self-pleasure was in order and that he wouldn’t have to suffer through Brandon touching him to “find his pussy.” He immediately reached for his crotch and began rubbing and then moving his fist over his shaft. Brandon stared in shock, still terrified about doing this in front of everyone but similarly relieved. He reached for his own cock and began stroking. The touch of his fingers on his shaft was far more enjoyable than it should have been.

The pledge master laughed. “I pride myself on fairness, and this just isn’t fair.” Brandon froze. The statement was obviously intended as the lead-up to something horrible. He was right. “The deal is the one who cums first is the loser. I can’t let you guys jerk off yourselves. You’ll just do a bad job so you don’t cum. Jerk off each other.”

Brandon’s heart sank. His hand remained frozen on his shaft. In fact, it seemed like his whole body was frozen. He managed a glance at Cunt. He, too, wasn’t moving at all. The pledge master said, “I guess I can make both of you give Hemorrhoid a blowjob instead of just the loser.” Brandon felt the paralysis squeeze him like some kind of vise.

Not Cunt. He immediately got busy. Brandon felt his hand pulled from his cock and pleasure flooded him as Cunt began stroking. He stared down and looked at the hand moving on his shaft. That was a mistake. Now, every sensation has a visual cause, and that made it harder to resist the growing need within him. He gulped and reached over to Cunt, wrapping his fingers around the smaller shaft and stroking. He didn’t want to do it but the thought of not only having to suck off Alex but to do it in front of everyone was too much to handle.

Everyone laughed, and the shame of the situation made Brandon want to cry but he kept stroking. The pledge master laughed as well and Brandon, who’d returned his gaze to an unfocused, straight-ahead look, suddenly felt something cold on his hand. He looked over and saw a splash of creamy white. For a moment, he thought he’d won but realized it was lotion of some sort. A moment later the pledge master squirted it over his cock and over Cunt’s hand.

Cunt’s hand.

Goddam it, it felt good. Brandon desperately wanted to hate it but it felt good.

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on what he liked when he jerked off. That made him slow down immediately and then switch his hand around so that his thumb was facing the base of Cunt’s cock instead of the tip. It was more awkward to move that way but he when he masturbated like that, it always got him right to the edge quickly. He didn’t know if it was just the newness of the sensations or if it was something else.

Cunt immediately let out a moan, and it was gratifying in a strange and relieving way but only briefly because of course everyone laughed and Cunt immediately silenced himself. Brandon felt a bit triumphant but fought the feeling down because it seemed to make the way the other man moved his hand over Brandon’s cock feel better.

He concentrated on doing more than move his hand, making sure to squeeze his fist tightly and to make the head of Cunt’s cock open his hand up as he stroked toward the base. He also squeezed as he moved back up so that from the pinky to the final O formed by the thumb and index finger, every movement put tight pressure over the crown and the tip. They were Brandon’s most sensitive parts so he imagined they had to be Cunt’s as well.

As for his counterpart, the man just stroked fast. Brandon had to keep from laughing at him. He was doing far more to stimulate, and he knew Cunt had to love the feeling. Compared to cunt, Brandon was a dick master.

Fuck!

What the hell was he thinking? Who the fuck cared if he was a dick master? He would have felt insulted if anyone else called him that, so why did he take pride in it now? He stopped trying so hard for a moment but when Cunt let out a sigh of relief, reality came back full force and he began the multiple stages of pressure approach again. Cunt moaned but this moan was filled with fear.

He had him!

Brandon moved his hand faster while still squeezing in an attempt to approximate a cock going into a hole. Oddly, he thought of an asshole instead of a pussy. That was strange because he’d never been into anal sex at all. A girl he’d dated wanted to try it back when he was a junior in high school and, of course, he’d obliged. Both of them had been disappointed by the whole thing and from then on, it was pussy and mouth all the way.

Fuck, was he gay?

Why the hell else would he be thinking of making his hand feel like an asshole instead of thinking of making it feel like a pussy. Like a cunt. Like a cunt for Cunt.

He chalked it up to the situation. He kept stroking and then almost stumbled as he felt pleasure welling up. Fuck. Cunt wasn’t even trying but Brandon was getting close. He moved his hand faster still and Cunt moaned loudly. Brandon thought for a moment about what might set him over the edge, and even though it was awkward, he reached with his hand and cupped Cunt’s balls. That was all it took.

“Fuck! God! Fuck, yes!” Cunt screamed and Brandon felt his cock jerk and watched as an improbably giant spurt erupted from the head of Cunt’s dick. Cunt said, “No! Damn it! No!” and moved his hand faster. Brandon kept stroking, suddenly filled with a sense of power that felt strange not only because he’d won the contest but also because he’d managed to make Cunt cum. Why the hell he should feel so excited about making him cum was beyond him but it was also undeniable.

He kept moving and staring at the cum spraying from Cunt’s cock. Cunt’s moans were tinged with embarrassment, humiliation, and fear. For some reason, that made them sound a hell of a lot better for Brandon. He kept jerking until cunt took his hand off Brandon and used both of his hands to push Brandon’s away. “Fuck! You win, alright!” he said as Brandon watched the last spurt jet out before it became a dribble.

He had won! He’d won and he made Brandon cum. The excitement over that was profound and also curiously disappointing. He’d been so fucking close and now he wasn’t going to get to cum. “Good job, Princess,” the pledge master said. “On your hands and knees, Cunt. You better get right to it, too. Otherwise I’ll come up with something worse.” The rest of the frat boys hooted and laughed but the fear of whatever could be worse worked. Cunt got on his hands and knees. The pledge master made him crawl up a little bit and then made Alex get in front of him.

Strangely, Brandon noticed first (even as Alex’s cock entered Cunt’s mouth) that for some reason nobody had forced Cunt to remove his very loud orange baseball cap when they were undressing. Sure, it was hard to avoid noticing it because of how bright the thing was but noticing the color of the cap was idiotic since it was moving back and forth because a college freshmen frat pledge was sucking on another college freshman frat pledge’s dick. “You better do better than that,” the pledge master said. “There’s no what Hemorrhoid will like that, and I might have to let him fuck your ass so he gets off.”

The words had the desired effect. Almost instantly, Cunt turned into some kind of a blowjob pro. At least, from the way Alex moaned, it seemed like he sure as hell seemed like Cunt had instantly developed remarkable cocksucking skills. Brandon stared, and it was astounding from his vantage point to realize the whole situation turned him on.

He stood right behind them, and even though he couldn’t see Cunt’s lips on the shaft, he could see that stupid ball cap moving and he could see Cunt’s ass moving as well. Fuck his ass? Suddenly the thought of shoving a cock in the guy’s ass was a pretty damned exciting thought, and it was strange because instead of seeing a pussy underneath Cunt’s tiny rosebud asshole, there was a ball sack hanging down.

He wondered if anal sex hurt.

It hadn’t hurt his girlfriend. It had just felt strange and uncomfortable. Since she hadn’t been into it, it hadn’t turned on Brandon. Now, though, he imagined thrusting into Cunt and imagined it really causing Cunt pain, imagined it would hurt like hell but he would still thrust in over and over. He wondered if he could reach down and stroke Cunt as he fucked him, if he could make Cunt cum despite the pain.

A new wave of humiliation washed over him as he realized he was fantasizing about gay sex but he brushed it aside. Hell, Cunt was a hell of a lot more humiliated.

And Brandon’s hard on was painful.

He moved around to the side without noticing he was moving. Cunt’s eyes were closed. There were tears on his cheeks, though.

The Pledge Master said, “What the fuck is this?” and Brandon was about to move back to where he’d been but stopped when the Pledge Master continued. “He’s not going deep enough. Make him go deep, Hemorrhoid or I’ll make you suck his dick and since he just came, he’ll probably last forever.” Immediately, Alex put his hand on the back of Cunt’s head and pulled him forward. Brandon watched as his entire dick disappeared into the other man’s mouth until his lips were right at the base. When Alex let him go, Cunt came up and gasped. A moment later, he opened wide again as Alex pulled him back.

Brandon felt sudden pleasure and realized he’d started stroking himself without thinking. He tried to stop but the sight of Cunt’s throat expanding and his obvious reluctance was just… just…

Fuck. It was just perfect.

Brandon couldn’t wrap his mind around it all. Was it just seeing a blowjob? It couldn’t be. He’d seen a shitload of porn and had even been to some crazy parties over the summer in his dorm room where he’d received blowjobs from one slut and watched another slut give his roommate a blowjob.

It wasn’t just the blowjob.

It was Cunt giving it.

Or getting it actually. Clearly, Alex didn’t want to have to give Cunt a blowjob and he was making sure there was no way the Pledge Master could question his compliance.

He fucked Cunt’s face.

He thrust in several times, and then one thrust knocked the ball cap off. The violence of the moment was exquisite as hell, and Brandon moved his hand faster over his cock. Strangely, he began wondering if he could make himself cum at the exact same moment as Alex did.

Alex held tightly to Cunt’s head but the guy wrenched his mouth away, choking and gasping. The pledge master said, “Princess, I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing jerking off right there. Still, I can use you. Get behind Cunt and get ready to fuck his ass if he tries to pull away again.”

Brandon moved over quickly, excitement filling him as he watched Alex begin fucking Cunt’s face again. He kept stroking and the pledge master didn’t stop him. Oddly, he desperately wanted Cunt to pull away so that he would get to fuck his ass. As for Alex, he began moaning, so Brandon began moving his hand faster as he looked at Cunt’s ass.

God! It felt so fucking strange to want that ass.

Brandon couldn’t remember a time he ever wanted a woman as much as he wanted Cunt right then. He realized he was going to cum and wouldn’t be able to hold back. Fortunately, Alex groaned right then and Cunt started choking. Choruses of “Make him swallow!” filled the room, and Cunt began struggling. The struggle was too much and Brandon felt pleasure explode over him. Cum shot from his cock, landing right of Cunt’s asshole and balls.

The pledge master said, “I thought I told you to fuck his ass if he tried to back away!”

Brandon couldn’t hide his delight. He was cumming as he pressed against Cunt’s asshole. Cunt tried to move away so Brandon used one hand to grab hold of his ass and thrust forward hard. Cunt wailed against the base of Alex’s cock and choked more.

As for Brandon…

Well, fuck. He’d felt incredible things before but pushing through that resistant little ring of muscle of the best thing he’d ever felt. The resistance was profound and the snugness of the fit was impossible. Cunt struggled terribly, and that only made the sensations better as Brandon continued to spurt crazily inside of his ass. He began thrusting, fucking Cunt hard and fast as he realized he would quickly become too sensitive to take any more.

“Swallow, Cunt!” the pledge master shouted.

Brandon kept fucking.

“I said swallow!”

Cunt did. He swallowed and the pledge master said, “Okay, faggots. Line up.”

Brandon got three more thrusts in before backing away and, breathing heavily, standing in line. He would have thrust a hell of a lot more but he already felt far too sensitive. He stood and stared as Cunt wobbled to his feet. He looked devastated but even though Brandon felt a stab of guilt, he felt a terrifying shockwave a malicious glee.

Cunt made his way to the line and turned around to face the pledge master.

“Alright you worms!” the pledge master shouted. “You’ve finished initiation. Anybody ever speak about this to anyone and you’re kicked out of the fraternity. For now, go get cleaned up. You’re still maggots until tomorrow. Then, you’ll be brothers.”

Everyone filed out, leaving only Alex and Cunt with Brandon. Brandon turned to Cunt and said, “God. I’m so sorry for all that Cun—” He paused. “What’s your name?”

Cunt smiled weakly. “Frank.”

Alex said, “Well. We got through it.”

Brandon nodded. “Was it worth it?”

Cunt… uh, Frank… laughed. “There’s no way in hell I could handle not getting in after that.”

So the initiation was over, kind of. That night, he heard noises coming from Alex’s room. Clearly, Alex had a girl over to try to reclaim his masculinity. Brandon made his way to Alex’s room. More often than not, if there was one girl, there were two. Alex always invited him to join in. He opened the door and stepped in.

Then he stared in shock. There weren’t two girls. There was Alex. Cunt, Frank, was there as well and Cunt had his mouth on Alex’s cock.

Alex looked up and blushed. “Uh, Geena and Sarah couldn’t make it over.” Frank pulled his mouth off and said, “Uh… um. I could do you, too.”

Brandon’s cock grew instantly hard and he dropped his shorts.

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A straight married man is ambushed by a group local teenagers who overpower & tickle him until he cums over and over again in this hot classic gay tickling story by Wayne Courtois.

The Story of Sam
by Wayne Courtois

Getting up from the sofa where he’d been watching a baseball game, Sam opened his front door and found Fred and Jason there. They were two neighborhood kids – Sam guessed they couldn’t be over 19 – who seemed to spend a lot of time just looking for trouble. Sam had never encouraged them to visit, but sometimes they just walked in the door, like now, and made themselves at home.

“Hey, Sam,” Fred said, flexing his biceps. He was flexing his muscles all the time, as if he were as proud of his build as Sam was of his own. “Where’s Mary?”

“She went into town for the day,” Sam said. “Probably won’t be back until late tonight.”

“Hey, Sam,” Jason said, “the phone’s out at home. Can I use yours?”

“Help yourself,” Sam said. “You know where it is.” He got eye contact with tall, dark Jason and thought, this kid’s got the devil in him. He turned to Fred and said, “It’s hot. Can I get you something to drink?”

Fred swelled up his chest. “I’ll have a beer.”

That’s some chest, Sam was thinking. I never noticed he was such a well-built kid. Well, he is only a kid, but what the hell, why not give him a beer. He went to the kitchen, where Jason was on the phone, and got two cold ones. When he left the room he thought he heard Jason saying, “Yeah, he’s alone,” and wondered vaguely what that meant.

Sam and Fred sat on the sofa. Suddenly Sam was feeling very warm. He felt like stripping off his t-shirt, but he was shy about showing his body, not wanting to flaunt his beauty. Well, what the hell. He wouldn’t mind showing these kids what a great body looked like. He stripped his t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, and spread his arms out along the back of the sofa. That feels good, he thought, and while he was at it why didn’t he slouch down a little and give his groin some show? There was something great down there, too.

Fred hadn’t opened his beer yet. He was slowly shaking the can. “Better not do that,” Sam said, “or-” But it was too late. Fred popped the top, and beer sprayed under Sam’s arm, soaked his armpit and trickled down his ribs onto his belly. After the initial shock, Sam found himself trapped by the sensation, that had grabbed hold of his body. Christ, he thought, what am I feeling? There was no way to control the laughter that welled up in him. “Hey, that tickles!”

“Sorry, Sam,” Fred said. “Maybe I can help.”

Sam saw from the look on Fred’s face that what he’d done hadn’t been accidental, that he was looking for trouble now-or had found it. He reached a hand out, fingers curled slightly, and brought it slowly toward Sam’s ribs. Sam was still laughing a little, and it made him laugh more to see this kid reaching out to touch him, holding his hand like someone who was about to tickle you.

“Hold it.” Jason stood in the doorway. Fred drew back. Sam groaned, thinking of the strange feeling he’d had, as if he’d actually wanted this kid to tickle him. Well, the feeling had passed, and the beer was drying on its own.

But Jason held up a thick, rough terrycloth towel. Ii, can help,” he said, walking toward Sam, spreading the towel across both hands. “I’ll dry you off, Sam.”

“No,” Sam said, but it came out as a kind of laugh.

Jason had that evil look in his eye. “You’re not all that ticklish, are you, Sam?”

Hearing Jason say the word “ticklish” sent a spasm through Sam, and without thinking he crossed his arms over his bare torso. “It’s none of your business how…ticklish I am.”

Jason was standing over him. “I’m gonna dry you off, Sam.” Sam lay there, somehow powerless, while Fred pulled Sam’s legs sideways, up on the sofa, and got at the head of the sofa to pull Sam’s arms back over his head. Startled, Sam almost fell onto the floor, but then Jason was straddling him. He slowly lowered the towel to touch Sam’s exposed, helpless body. At the first touch of the towel Sam squirmed. “Come on, Sam,” Jason said, “Just take it easy. Take . . . it. . . easy.” And the towel came-all the way down, Jason’s fingers pushing through it to tickle Sam’s ribs.

It was just a mild brushing at first, but Sam kept thinking about what might happen. Supposed Jason started getting serious? It made him weak, thinking about it, and that only sensitized him more, and as Jason kept rubbing the towel over Sam’s ribs and up into his armpits the intensity of feeling increased. Sam tried to resist laughing but after a couple of minutes of non-stop tickling he couldn’t control it. Laughter burst from him, and he thought about what could happen if Jason threw the towel aside and used his bare hands. And what if Fred got into the act? Suppose they tied him down so they could both tickle him at once? Just the thought of that made him shout with laughter.

“Oh, yeah,” Jason said, “we’re gonna get this guy.” He let the towel slide along Sam’s belly and down to the floor. He held up his bare hands, fingers shaped into claws, and said in a husky voice, “You see these? You know what these could do to a guy?”

Sam, trying to catch his breath, was hypnotized by the sight of those hands. “You…you could really torture a guy,” he said.

Fred laughed, holding Sam’s arms tighter.

Jason brought his hands down slowly.

“They call me the ‘Torture Master’,” he said.

Jason started gently, exploring all the areas that the towel had sensitized, as if he were making a battle plan. Then he began tickling harder, beginning with the spots that were least sensitive. Sam was squirming and laughing, but he felt he could take it if it didn’t get worse. Then he remembered that he’d told them his wife wouldn’t be getting back till late. He wasn’t expecting any visitors or phone calls. These kids could tickle him for up to ten hours! It was a wild thought, put into his head by increasingly wild sensations that had him moaning and groaning. His prick was getting hard, and when Sam got hard there was no hiding it – that cock had to stand out, stand up. The force of his erections had torn jockstraps apart, and sometimes he had to duck into an-alley after getting big on the street, that prick rising like a flagpole in his Jeans, and beat off against a brick wall. And the way he was starting to feel, that giant cock just might destroy his jockstrap and running shorts both. That would scare these guys away.

Or would it?

Soon there was no time to think., his head went haywire as Jason’s tickling became harder, relentless, merciless. By the time he was screwing his thumbs into Sam’s ribs Sam was protesting and pleading: “No! Oh, no! Please! Don’t do this to me! Come – come on, J-Jason – ha ha! No! What are you doing!”

Jason had moved his quick, strong fingers to Sam’s armpits, testing all over for spots that would make Sam beg for mercy as he never had before. Sam saw the glazed look in Jason’s eyes, saw the swelling in Jason’s jeans. Then Sam’s cock leaped right through his jockstrap and shorts with a violent tearing sound. Jason backed out of the way to let that stiff cock rise, staring at it in amazement. Then he tore at the front of his jeans, exposing his own super-hard cock. He started jacking off, seeming to work himself up to a quick climax, then stopping short. His cock was as hard as it could ever get, and he licked his lips as he looked all over Sam’s body, remembering places. Sam knew the kid was sex-crazed, and a sex-crazed teenager would stop at nothing.

Fred was breathing heavy. “Hey, help me out,” he said. Jason went up to him and opened his jeans. Tilting his head back, Sam saw Fred’s enormous cock waving in the air, stiffening.

“Oh, yeah,” Jason said, his voice trembling, “we haven’t even started tickling this guy.”

“No!” Sam cried, trying to keep from laughing even though Jason wasn’t touching him. “You don’t know how ticklish I am!”

“You don’t know how ticklish you are either,” Jason said, “because you’ve never been tickled by me before.” He began to lower his hands, his fingers shaking.

There was a knock at the door.

Thank God, the torture was over! They would have to let him answer the door, he could get away from them. But neither of them moved immediately. The knock came again. “You have to let me up to answer the door,” Sam said. “It’ll look suspicious if you don’t. It might be my brother.”

“You don’t have a brother, Sam,” Jason said. “Don’t you worry, I’ll get the door.” He got to his feet, took off his t-shirt and walked stark naked toward the door. “Don’t even think about getting away. Fred will take care of you.”

And before Sam could even try to escape Fred swung around and was on top of him, all over him, pinning Sam down-completely with his muscular, shaking body. He used force alone to reach every part of Sam’s body, getting at the most sensitive spots and squeezing in a way that made Sam shout. In spite of his strength Sam couldn’t do anything but feel more and more helpless, more and more out of his mind with this brutal, almost painful tickling. Someone had to come through the door to help him, he’d be saved any second. But the seconds lasted as he reeled in and out of consciousness under this incredible assault, Fred’s hands tickling him everywhere at once. “Help!” Sam shouted, out of breath. “H-help me! Whoever you are! Ha ha ah, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, this…guy! Hee hahahaha, he’s oh God tickling me! Help me!”

But no one came to help him. Instead he heard deep voices whispering; and when he managed to see through his tears he couldn’t believe what he saw: there were five new guys surrounding him. This made a total of seven. They weren’t doing anything. Weren’t they going to help him? Couldn’t they see that he was losing his mind?

What if they just stood around and watched?

What if they all joined in?

“We haven’t even tickled his feet yet,” Jason said. “Let’s check out these feet.”

And Sam felt, along with everything else, his sneakers being tugged free and his socks stripped from his ticklish feet, and knew that they, maybe all seven of them, were going to tickle his feet. There were hands on his feet now, bending back the toes, stretching the soles taut. . . and Sam shouted in a new frenzy as those wild fingers attacked.

Soon Sam barely heard, over his own hysterical shrieks, Jason’s voice. It sounded like something out of a dream:

“We’re gonna have a real good time with you, Sam. All of us. And we’re not gonna waste our strength holding you down. So we’re gonna tie you down. We’ll take you into that dining room and tie you down to that table. And we’ll tickle you and do anything else we want.” He gave an evil laugh. “You just might get tickled to death.”

Suddenly the tickling stopped, and when Sam had managed to catch his breath he said, “You won’t do it…I won’t let you…I’ll fight you…”

“You won’t be fighting, Sam. Because before we move you we’re gonna tickle you helpless.”

And immediately Sam felt hands all over his body, finding the most ticklish spots, digging into him until his body was stiff and arched and tears streamed down his red face.

By the time Sam was tickled helpless he was far from reality. Sensations had filled his head completely, and he barely knew when they were dragging him to the table because at least three of them were tickling him as they dragged him. They tied his legs spread-eagled to two corners of the heavy table, then tied his wrists together and tied them to the light fixture overhead. Then hands fell on him, all possible combinations of hands. In his half-crazed state he could tell when there were two hands, or four hands, or six; when there were more than that his body was one solid bloom of unendurable torment. Some of them were using all their young energy to squeeze his ribs and dig their nails into his soles, while others stroked him more gently in an agonizing, teasing way. For a moment his vision cleared so he could see the kid who was tickling his ribs in a wild, excited way, and he saw a naked body with one of the biggest hard-ons he’d ever seen. This guy’s hands were jerking like crazy all over Sam’s chest and ribs, and his thighs were shaking, and it wasn’t long before he was prodding that thick cock into Sam’s side. Soon all of these incredibly built, sex-crazed kids had stripped and were rolling and poking and stroking their rock-hard, dripping cocks all over Sam’s body.

Suddenly there were two hands on Sam’s cock, which was the wettest and hardest of all, and two more hands playing with his balls and stroking between his legs. There were hands tickling his arms, armpits, ribs, belly and feet all at once. As the guys got more excited, their tickling became even more intense. All the tickling sensations Sam felt seemed to be gathering force in his cock, which was being stroked to the bursting point. Then came a shock, as someone came up behind him and shoved a thick feather along his spine.

Sam came, shooting as he’d never shot before. His cock was a fountain of cum, pulsing with ecstasy all along its length, while the shaking, moaning, lust-crazed guys forced every drop of cum out of him and brought themselves off, thick ropes of cum shooting up Sam’s sides.

Then he fainted.

This is how they revived him. They tied his arms down this time, tied his ankles together and raised his legs toward the ceiling. This exposed his asshole completely, and he came to with a new, paralyzing fear that they were going to touch him there. “No, don’t!” he said, though they were only teasing that sensitive surface slightly, stretching it a little, preparing it for what they were going to do. “Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Sam said, though they were not really tickling him. It was the anticipation of what they could do that had him jolting, laughing.

A long white feather appeared in front of his face. And another. And another. Soft, full, diabolical touching him, just hovering where he could see them. Then they disappeared. He knew where they were going. They were going to tickle his asshole with feathers. He quaked and shuddered and begged them for mercy.

But they still weren’t tickling him. Not yet. They were being quiet. Too quiet. Sam lay still, listening to his own breathing. Was the torture session over at last? Were they going to let him go?

The feathers passed in front of his eyes again, slowly.

More silence. Sam began to think they were touching him with light strokes that he barely felt, but he wasn’t sure. Then he felt them again – or did he? He struggled against his restraints. Were they going to do it or weren’t they?

He thought he saw the feathers again, just below his field of vision, but he wasn’t sure. He groaned and twisted helplessly against the ropes that held him fast. The anticipation was getting to be too much. He lost hope that they were going to let him go; they were going to keep tickling him, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. So let them start already! End this agony of waiting!

“G-go ahead,” Sam said.

“Hey.”

“What did he say?”

They moved closer around him. Sam saw hungry faces. He could only hope to get it over with. “Go ahead,” he said again.

“Go ahead with what, Sam?”

“You want us to do something, Sam?”

“What have you got in mind, Sam?”

He could barely see, between his legs, a feather poised to attack his vulnerable asshole. The suspense was unendurable. He said what he’d thought he never would say to them:

“T. . . tickle . . . me.”

“What was that?”

“What did you say, Sam? Speak up.”

He knew they were going to make him repeat it. “Go ahead and do it. If you’re going to do it, do it.”

“Do what, Sam?”

He shouted: “Tickle me! I know you’re going to tickle me, so do it! Tickle me!”

Seven voices at once started talking about tickling. “Tickle him? Tickling? He wants us to tickle him…Maybe he doesn’t know what he’s in for…but he asked for it, yeah, he’s asking for it.

Jason’s voice rose above the rest: “Get him!”

Sam had no way of knowing what it would feel like to have a feather touch the tender virgin flesh of his asshole. The shock came barreling up his body into his head. He tried to fight but could not escape from the wracking sensations that had him screaming and screaming beyond control, leaving him not enough breath or coherence to beg them to stop, to tell them that he would do anything if they would only stop.

At the same time there was a great heaving urge in his loins. And when an active, greedy tongue began tickling his asshole he came, feeling hot cum shoot along his body just before he passed out.

He did not know, as he slowly became conscious again, how long he had been out. He longed to return to that blissful state of unconsciousness again, but sensations were dragging him awake once again – not along his poor tortured ribs, armpits of belly, not between his legs, but where his feet were tied together down at the end of the table. There was only Fred at his feet, Fred alone tickling his feet, but God what sensations! Sam came fully awake, determined not to show that this foot-tickling was driving him mad; but when Fred saw Sam opening his eyes he stepped up his attack. He was getting to know Sam’s large, tender feet very well – the high arches where a light touch made Sam gasp, the sensitive spots at the base of Sam’s toes, and of course those taut, ticklish soles that responded so violently to Fred’s feathers. No wonder Sam couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Stop! Oh stop! Please! Ha ha ha ha…not there! Anyplace but there! Hee ha ha ha ha no, no…oh God stop tickling me! Stop! I can’t stand it! Oh my feet, oh my God, somebody make him stop!”

“Listen to me, Sam,” Fred said. “You stop yelling now, just for one minute.” He stopped tickling, and very slowly Sam got quiet again, catching his breath. “What I’m gonna do,

Sam, is tickle you…And his fingers were moving now, teasing those feet…”and I’m gonna keep tickling you until you come.”

“No!” Sam-cried. “No, d-don’t, oh stop. . . I can’t, can’t come anymore! Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, no!”

“I’m gonna keep tickling you till you come,” Fred said, “That’s all there is to it.” And he took a thick, fuzzy pipe cleaner and twisted it between Sam’s toes. “I’m gonna tickle all in between your toes. I’m gonna use my fingers, my tongue, these feathers, and something else.” Sam could not see through his tears but he heard what sounded like the click of a ball-point pen. And a deep hard line of sensation had Sam screaming again as the pressure of that ball point moved slowly down the center of his sole, and up again, slowly…and down again. . . .

And the assault didn’t stop, not even for a second. It was only Fred tickling his feet while the others watched, but he seemed to be doing the work of all of them. Sam tried wildly to control himself so he could speak, to make Fred understand that he couldn’t come anymore. It might be hours before he could get hard again, and if this tickling lasted for hours it would be the end of him. “I won’t stop until you come,” Fred kept saying. “I want to see you come, Sam.”

And it seemed like hours, it seemed that his feet had felt all the tickling torture in the world, until Sam started getting hard again. In slow motion, as Fred tickled and tickled and tickled, Sam’s cock rose higher and higher. Then there were two more hands on him, pumping his cock up and down as Fred kept tickling…and miraculously Sam came again, shooting even harder than before, almost passing out again but struggling to hold on, dying to know if they were finally going to set him free.

Fred moved away from Sam’s feet, and for a moment all was quiet. Then Jason appeared at Sam’s side with two feathers, which he gently laid down on Sam’s stomach, drawing them ever so slowly across that ticklish flesh as Sam tried to suck his stomach in, to twist, to do anything to escape that incredible stimulation taking his breath away, making him shout with new energy…”Not my stomach! No! Jason, please! I can’t take it anymore!”

“Guess what I’m doing, Sam?” Jason said. “I’m tickling you till you come, all over again.”

And that was what each of them did, each choosing a part of Sam’s helpless flesh and working it over, no matter how long, until a crazed, screaming Sam came again, and again and again. By the time they were through they had emptied his bladder too, soaking Sam’s legs and belly with piss. At strange moments Sam seemed to be able to step back and observe this scene, this poor tortured guy being tickled to death by seven horny kids who were themselves coming, coating his body with cum over and over. At other times the full ferocity of this torment overwhelmed him and he was screaming again, screaming as well as he could in a voice that long since become hoarse. And he knew that, if they ever stopped, he would never be the same again.

“EVERYBODY OUT!”

That was the cry that sounded when the lookout spotted Sam’s wife’s car turning into the street.

Within a few minutes they pulled on their clothes and were out of the house, leaving behind a Sam still tied to the table, still gasping and choking out laughter as if they were still tickling him, as if he’d be feeling these sensations for the rest of his life.

He was barely conscious of reality when Mary came through the front door.

“Sam! What has been going on here! Oh, Sam.

Sam tried several times to speak. Through swollen eyelids he saw Mary approach the table. He knew what she was seeing, he knew that the smell of male sex in the room was overpowering. Finally he managed to speak: “These guys . . . young guys. . seven of them…tickling me…you wouldn’t believe it…hours and hours…” That was all he could say for the moment. He just lay there exhausted.

“Sam, oh Sam honey, did you say they were tickling you?”

When he could speak again he tried to tell her: “My ribs, my feet, under my arms, and everywhere else. They were all tickling me, all at once . . . no, Fred was tickling me first. No, it was Jason. The last thing I remember they were working me over one by one…”

“Well, Sam.” She seemed to be sniffing. “It’s obvious that other things went on too.” There was a hard frankness in her voice as she said, “I want to know how many orgasms you had.”

“Oh…at least ten.” He lay wondering why she wasn’t laying a cool hand on his forehead.

On the floor was one item they had left behind – one soft, white feather. Mary picked it up, looked at it, and looked thoughtfully over her husband’s naked body.

“Why, Sam,” she said, coming closer, “Just think…I never even knew you were ticklish.”

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