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The Leech defeats his first victim from the superhero group, The Elementals, with the help of a group of seductive girls.
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The Elementals – Chapter 1
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Intro

The full moon shined down on Fort Landon as the boot camp headquarters slumbered after a hard day of training. Besides a few recruits on duty, there was hardly a sound throughout the entire base. In building 4306, there was not the usual sounds of slumber. Sounds of muffled moans echoed through the huge room of the barracks.

Filled with 40 bunk beds and small lockers, the recruits of squadron 4306 were wide awake. Their mouths had been gagged with their socks and their wrists and ankles tied to each of the bed posts. Tatters of their t-shirts and boxers littered the mattresses around their aroused naked bodies as they struggled to escape their bondage.

The Leech stood in the middle of the room smiling at the scene before him. The smell of male arousal filled his senses as he hungered for what the young men offered. His slaves went from bed to bed making sure each recruit was edged to the point of orgasm and then denied. They had been doing this for two hours and it was almost time to begin his feast.

Looking to be an average sized man, The Leech’s coal black hair was slicked back so no one would miss his ruby red eyes. Dressed in a black suit, he sensed that one of the recruits was ready for his personal attention.

The young man was trying to break free of his bonds as The Leech approached and became more frenzied when he saw the red eyes of his captor. His nine inch cock pulsed with the need to release his seed. These recruits had been in training for six weeks and without any sexual release during that time. It was for this reason that they were picked for this little project of his.

His mouth started to drool as he looked at the hard rock cock that had been teased for the last two hours. Running his hands across the muscled chest of the bound recruit, The Leech engulfed the cock with his mouth.

Despite the revulsion of another man sucking on his cock, the sexual denial he received made the recruit close his eyes in ecstasy. Thrusting his hips up so his cock would enter more deeply into the mouth of his jailor, the recruit’s moans became louder as he edged towards release for the seventh time tonight.

As The Leech skillfully sucked on the recruit’s cock, he played with his victim’s nipples with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other. The young man had no chance at all to resist as the combination of being edged and the lack of sexual release for six weeks took its toll on him.

Thrashing in his bondage, the recruit screamed as he felt a powerful orgasm build inside his manipulated balls. As a huge load shot through his erect cock, the muffled screams of sexual release grew louder as The Leech devoured every drop of the recruit’s seed.

The orgasm seemed to last for an eternity as shot after shot of pent up cum went straight into The Leech’s mouth. Feeling the salty substance digest in his body, he felt the power surge within him. After he made sure that every drop of cum was devoured, The Leech stood up as the result of his meal started to take effect.

The suit on his body grew tighter as his slim body became more muscled as the cum flowed through his body. Within seconds the suit ripped as the his muscled frame could not take the slim confines of the material. The Leech smiled as he felt more powerful than before. He chose his victims wisely.

The recruit nearly passes out as the pleasure of the best orgasm of his life started to fade. One of The Leech’s slaves came over and untied the sexually exhausted young man and then went to check on one of his fellow recruits.

Breathing heavily, the look of hate and revulsion he gave his captor started to soften as a heavenly afterglow filled his body. His spent cock that had been softening started to harden again as the need to experience an orgasm as powerful as the one he just had filled his body.

The naked recruit forced himself to get to his feet as his legs felt like jelly from tonight’s ordeal. He walked over to the man who orally raped him and kissed him on the lips. “I want you again,” The recruit said softly as he broke off the kiss.

The Leech smiled as he caressed his victim’s cheek causing him to shudder with pleasure. It was rare for one of his victims to instantly feel the after effects of his cum extraction. Most would not feel the effects for hours after the fact, but the result is always the same.

His victims would become addicted to the powerful orgasm that he caused them to have and would do anything to get another. “Go, and tell me when one of your fellow recruits are close to cumming, boy,” His deep voice instructed.

The recruit nodded and did as instructed hoping his instant obedience would reward him with another mind blowing orgasm.

The Leech looked down as his torn suit and sighed. He really should have brought a change of clothes. His body no longer average looked like he had been weight training for years. His new power coursed through his body as he flexed. This was only the start of his mission to get more potent sperm. He looked and noticed another recruit was ready to shoot his load. With a smile on his face, The Leech went to get his next meal. Dinner was being served.

Chapter 1

An alarm shattered the quiet night’s silence as the window of the jewelry store broke into a thousand shards. A muscle figure stepped into the store and looked around with an annoyed expression on his face. Dressed in blue tights and a shortsleeve shirt with white accents, the young man looked like he stepped right out of a comic book. A nuclear symbol was in the center of his muscled chest complete with white boots that came up to his mid calfs.

Fusion hated doing this kind of work. Normally he would not lower himself to doing this kind of petty crime, but his employer was paying him a small fortune to rob this jewelry store. He didn’t care the reason why only that he got paid in the end.

The underworld knew that if they needed a job done, Fusion was the man to go to. His reputation for always completing his missions was well known. The problem was that few could afford his fee.

The young man’s boots crunched on the glass as he went straight to the back room where the safe was kept. Although the door was locked, Fusion casually ripped the door from its hinges. His strength and invulnerability were just as famous as his ability to always get the job done and just as feared.

Fusion had the ability to absorb atoms into his body powering him with his unnatural strength and invulnerability. Only a couple of people could stand up to his power and even then, they had a hard time defeating him. It was the reason why he always gets the job done, since the police could not subdue him.

As he ripped open the safe, Fusion dumped the contents onto the desk in the room. He had been part of a superhero group called The Elementals. Each member had been orphans and taken by the government when they were small children. He snarled as he recalled the painful experiments that each of them had to endure. The end result were the powers each child received due to the genetic manipulation of the government’s experiments.

Fusion picked up a small container and opened it to reveal as heart shaped diamond the size of an apple. This was what his employer wanted him to retrieve. He took the diamond out of the container and placed it in the utility belt around his tapered waist.

As he went into the main room of the jewelry store, Fusion was greeted with sirens and guns pointed at him. The mercenary smirked as he absorbed more atoms to enhance his powers.

“Don’t move!” One of the cops shouted.

Raising an eyebrow, Fusion pushed back a blonde lock of hair from his face. You would think that these pigs would know him by sight by now. As he took his first step, the cops fired their weapons.

Bullets bounced harmlessly off of his muscled body as Fusion glared at the police. Did these pigs not know who he was? He leaped through the window and grabbed the first cop and flung him down the street. The other cops scattered as the mercenary easily lifted up the nearest police car and threw it into the building across the street.

How dare they not know who he was! Fusion thought angrily. It was for this reason why he left The Elementals and struck out on his own. He was the best looking out of his former teammates and the most powerful. Yet those fools that he once called brothers kept him back from achieving the greatness that was rightfully his!

His fist smashed into the face of the nearest pig sending teeth flying as bone cracked effortlessly from his strength. If they didn’t recognize him now, he would make sure they would pay for their ignorance.

After taking down three of the cops, the rest scattered and ran for their lives. Fusion smirked at their cowardice as he looked down at the three cops that barely hung on to life. He casually walked to the nearest alleyway where his getaway car was parked. Humming softly to himself, he drove off from the scene with the diamond in his grasp. Now to collect his money.

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Music blared in the most exclusive nightclub in Central City as Fusion sat in the VIP section. He had collected his money earlier and changed out of his costume. Wearing a tight designer shirt, he was easily the best looking man in the club.

The club was owned by the Maroni crime family and his underworld reputation guaranteed that he was granted entrance. Nursing his drink, the young man watched as the mindless drones danced on the dancefloor.

A woman walked by and smiled as she took in the beauty of the powerful stud. Fusion sniffed and looked away not interested in her at all. She was not even close to being beautiful enough for him to waste his time. He only slept with the most beautiful of women who were up to his high standards.

What he really needed to do was to leave this husk of a city and move to the west coast where at least women got plastic surgery to enhance their looks. He was slightly embarrassed for these poor slobs who thought they were good looking.

Fusion’s blue eyes lit up as three beautiful women approached his table. Now there were women who were up to his standards. The women were dressed in designer dresses that showed every curve of their thin bodies. Their breasts looked barely contained in the silk fabric and looked like they would pop out at any moment.

Putting on his most dashing smile, he motioned for the women to join him. Every movement looked like a sensual dance as they crowded on the couch to be close to him.

“Aren’t you Fusion?” The blond girl asked as she looked excited to both of her girlfriends.

“I am,” he answered back as he winked. “And who are you fine ladies?”

“I’m Jessica,” The blond answered with a huge smile. “These are my friends Tiffany and Bethany.”

“So what brings you here tonight?”

Tiffany tossed her red hair as she mooned after the hunk of man. “We came to dance, but there is no one here to dance with.”

“We were about to leave when we saw you and had to come over,” Bethany cooed as she pursed her lips excitedly.

Fusion gave a dazzling smile as he basked in being in the center of these girls attention. Now this is what I’m talking about! He thought to himself.

He chatted with the girls as they fawned over him like he was the King of England. Fusion ordered drinks for himself and his fans.

After a couple of hours, Jessica looked at her watch. “Oh phooey!” She said sighing. “We have to go. Unless you would like to come over to our place for some coffee” She asked coyly.

Fusion winked as he gave another dazzling smile. “I could go for some coffee as long as all three of you will be there to enjoy it with me.”

Bethany giggled as she stroked his cheek. “We all love coffee!”

“Then let’s go!”

The four of them left the club where a limo was waiting for them. Fusion got in and sat as the girls sat close to him in obvious excitement. The limo started driving off as the young man started making out with each of the girls.

Their makeout session was just starting to get heated when the limo stopped and the driver informed the girls that they had arrived. As Fusion climbed out, he saw that he was in the rich part of the city. The building that they entered was famed to be the most expensive penthouses in town. These girls must be loaded, he thought. This would explain their expensive clothes and impressive bodies.

Fusion was impatient to get back to making out as they took the elevator to the top floor. They entered the apartment and he was impressed by the fine furnishings. The girls took him to the living room and sat him down on the couch.

“What here while we change into something more comfortable,” Jessica said with a slight giggle of excitement.

Reluctantly the stud watched as the girls disappeared into another room leaving him alone in the apartment. Looking around he could not help but to be impressed with the richness of the furniture and decorations. One of the girls dads must be very wealthy for them to live in such luxury.

A couple of minutes late, the door opened and the girls frames the entryway. Dressed in tiny lingerie, Fusion could not help but to be aroused by their combined beauty.

“Would you like your coffee?” Bethany asked coyly as the girls motioned for him to come into the room.

Fusion almost leapt across the room in excitement of fucking all three of these sexy girls. He entered the bedroom and saw a huge king size bed at the end of the room.

Jessica started kissing the sexually excited young man as the other girls started taking off his clothes while kissing various parts of his body. He was completely naked within seconds and his hard thick cock was already oozing precum.

The girls worship his muscled body with their kisses as they led him to the bed gently pushing him on the soft silk sheets.

“Do you like to be kinky?” Tiffany asked with a naughty look on her angelic face.

Fusion grinned as he thrust her hips towards her. “You know it!”

Bethany and Jessica took each of his hands and tied them to the intricately designed bedpost.

“What are you doing?” Fusion asked with a smirk on his face. “I could easily break out of this.”

Bethany brushed her lips over his own and slightly pouted. “Could you pretend that you can’t escape? It would really turn us on, baby.”

The young man shrugged and smiled. “Anything for you my sweet,” He said. If these girls want to pretend that he can’t break free, then he was happy to oblige as long as he gets off himself.

The girls started worshiping different parts of his prone body as Fusion moaned with delight. His cock never felt harder and he was incredibly turned on at being the center of attention of these beautiful girls.

Jessica started suck on his thick cock as the other girls sucked on his nickel sized nipples. Pleasure shot through his body as he moaned with desire. As soon as the girls saw that he was close to busting his nut, they stopped and left his dripping cock alone.

“What are you doing?” Fusion asked panting with desire.

“We don’t want you to get off too quickly.” Tiffany purred. “This is going to be a night to remember!”

The powerful young man smiled as he winked at the girls. “I am man enough for all of you,” He bragged as his cock yearned for release.

“Are you man enough to be blindfolded?” Bethany cooed as she took out the blindfold. “It will make your pleasure even more intense and that will turn us on even more.”

All he could think about was the pleasure he was feeling, so Fusion agreed and was quickly blinded. As true to her word, his pleasure did increase as the girls went back to worshiping his body. Their hands and mouths explored every part of his muscles as he felt one of the girls sit on his dick. The tightness of her pussy was amazing and as she began to ride his hard cock, Fusion could not help but to moan with pleasure.

Again once he approached orgasm, the girls stopped as they giggled at the frustrated look on his face. “Come on,” He whined.

“We want a huge load from you, sex man,” Bethany said lighty brushing the hardness of his cock.

After a few moments, his pending orgasm died and the girls started again. This went on for an hour and a half of their worshiping and teasing his body. Each time his orgasm was denied, Fusion begged to be able to cum forgetting that he could easily break his bonds and bring himself to orgasm.

The process of edging him seemed to last for an eternity and it felt like just one flick on his precum covered cock would send him over the edge. Fusian gasped as he felt something even tighter envelope his cock. No pussy could ever be this tight and he assumed that it was one of the girls’ fine asses.

His cock was ridden for the fifth time that night, but as he approached the point of no return there were no signs of stopping. As his load prepared to shoot from his cock, his blindfold was ripped off.

Fusion gasped as a muscle man with red eyes was riding his cock with his ass had ripped off his blindfold. His shock was short lived as the most powerful orgasm that he ever felt ripped through his body. His cock which had been teased for so long pulsated in the tight confines of the man’s ass and shot his seed deep into the man’s ass.

Throwing his head back as his body convulsed with pleasure, Fusion cried out as his cock continued to shoot with the ultimate orgasm. The man with the red eyes kept his spasming cock trapped until the last shot of cum was delivered and then slowly slid of the young stud’s cock.

Fusion watched in amazement through his blurred eyes as the man doubled in size and grew several inches. What the hell was going on? He thought through his bliss, but he was unable to move after such a powerful orgasm.

The girls laughed as they gathered around the man who had brought him such an incredible climax. “You did well, my ladies. The money has already been deposited in your bank accounts. You may leave us now.”

The girls blew the helpless young man a kiss before grabbing their clothes and leaving. Now alone with the hugely muscled man, Fusion could do nothing but lay on the bed basking in his after glow.

“I’m sure that you are going to need to find me when you recover,” The man said with an evil smile. He tossed a business card on the bed. “Come find me when you need my services again.”

The man left the room as Fusion growned in a combination of pleasure and frustration. He had sex with a man and it was the most incredible sex that he ever experienced.

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A group of military recruits are milked of their cum by super-villain “The Leech” in the enticing introduction to a new superhero series from the mind of Todd Fleming.
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The Elementals – Chapter 1
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Intro

The full moon shined down on Fort Landon as the boot camp headquarters slumbered after a hard day of training. Besides a few recruits on duty, there was hardly a sound throughout the entire base. In building 4306, there was not the usual sounds of slumber. Sounds of muffled moans echoed through the huge room of the barracks.

Filled with 40 bunk beds and small lockers, the recruits of squadron 4306 were wide awake. Their mouths had been gagged with their socks and their wrists and ankles tied to each of the bed posts. Tatters of their t-shirts and boxers littered the mattresses around their aroused naked bodies as they struggled to escape their bondage.

The Leech stood in the middle of the room smiling at the scene before him. The smell of male arousal filled his senses as he hungered for what the young men offered. His slaves went from bed to bed making sure each recruit was edged to the point of orgasm and then denied. They had been doing this for two hours and it was almost time to begin his feast.

Looking to be an average sized man, The Leech’s coal black hair was slicked back so no one would miss his ruby red eyes. Dressed in a black suit, he sensed that one of the recruits was ready for his personal attention.

The young man was trying to break free of his bonds as The Leech approached and became more frenzied when he saw the red eyes of his captor. His nine inch cock pulsed with the need to release his seed. These recruits had been in training for six weeks and without any sexual release during that time. It was for this reason that they were picked for this little project of his.

His mouth started to drool as he looked at the hard rock cock that had been teased for the last two hours. Running his hands across the muscled chest of the bound recruit, The Leech engulfed the cock with his mouth.

Despite the revulsion of another man sucking on his cock, the sexual denial he received made the recruit close his eyes in ecstasy. Thrusting his hips up so his cock would enter more deeply into the mouth of his jailor, the recruit’s moans became louder as he edged towards release for the seventh time tonight.

As The Leech skillfully sucked on the recruit’s cock, he played with his victim’s nipples with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other. The young man had no chance at all to resist as the combination of being edged and the lack of sexual release for six weeks took its toll on him.

Thrashing in his bondage, the recruit screamed as he felt a powerful orgasm build inside his manipulated balls. As a huge load shot through his erect cock, the muffled screams of sexual release grew louder as The Leech devoured every drop of the recruit’s seed.

The orgasm seemed to last for an eternity as shot after shot of pent up cum went straight into The Leech’s mouth. Feeling the salty substance digest in his body, he felt the power surge within him. After he made sure that every drop of cum was devoured, The Leech stood up as the result of his meal started to take effect.

The suit on his body grew tighter as his slim body became more muscled as the cum flowed through his body. Within seconds the suit ripped as the his muscled frame could not take the slim confines of the material. The Leech smiled as he felt more powerful than before. He chose his victims wisely.

The recruit nearly passes out as the pleasure of the best orgasm of his life started to fade. One of The Leech’s slaves came over and untied the sexually exhausted young man and then went to check on one of his fellow recruits.

Breathing heavily, the look of hate and revulsion he gave his captor started to soften as a heavenly afterglow filled his body. His spent cock that had been softening started to harden again as the need to experience an orgasm as powerful as the one he just had filled his body.

The naked recruit forced himself to get to his feet as his legs felt like jelly from tonight’s ordeal. He walked over to the man who orally raped him and kissed him on the lips. “I want you again,” The recruit said softly as he broke off the kiss.

The Leech smiled as he caressed his victim’s cheek causing him to shudder with pleasure. It was rare for one of his victims to instantly feel the after effects of his cum extraction. Most would not feel the effects for hours after the fact, but the result is always the same.

His victims would become addicted to the powerful orgasm that he caused them to have and would do anything to get another. “Go, and tell me when one of your fellow recruits are close to cumming, boy,” His deep voice instructed.

The recruit nodded and did as instructed hoping his instant obedience would reward him with another mind blowing orgasm.

The Leech looked down as his torn suit and sighed. He really should have brought a change of clothes. His body no longer average looked like he had been weight training for years. His new power coursed through his body as he flexed. This was only the start of his mission to get more potent sperm. He looked and noticed another recruit was ready to shoot his load. With a smile on his face, The Leech went to get his next meal. Dinner was being served.

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The captured muscle jock’s torture continues with a heavy flogging and electricity play.
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The Gym Lad – Part 5
by Ibtow
Series: The Gym Lad

The 60 minutes fly by for me but I would imagine he feels every second. He stops thrashing and fighting the ropes after about 20 minutes. He has been strung up spread-eagled off the ground for over 2 hours now. His body must have no fight left but I am not sure about his mind. He knows I will ask him a question, his answer will decide how this day progresses. He either submits to me or the day gets a lot worse, for him at least.

I open the door and he is slumped in the ropes, his head slumped forward against his chest. His body is covered in sweat and shining in the lights, stretched out and showing off the hours he must spend in the gym. He has zero body fat so every muscle is showing under his tight skin. My cock gets hard again even though I’ve cum at least twice during the past hour of watching him on the monitor.

I get no reacton when I enter and I am not about to ask the question just yet. He needs to be brought back round. I grab the flogger off the side and walk behind him. I land a heavy blow on his arse. The crack of the flogger and the sting of it hitting him makes his whole body tense up and arch away from the flogger. I land another blow and another. I make it up to the tenth hit before he is screaming into the gag.

“Good, you’re awake. Your 60 minutes are up, Matt. But before I ask you the question, the pegs need to come off and I want you to see this.”

I remove his blindfold and look into his eyes. They are red and I can see the pain, desperation and fear in them. He has very little body strength left but his eyes are telling me he still has some fight in him. This should be interesting. I show him the larger leather-tipped flogger. It has 12 strands, each 3 foot long, which means you can get a real “flick” at the ends. It hurts like fuck when it connects, which is what I want. He will feel every strike of this flogger more than he has before.

“Right Matt, its time to take these pegs off. It will hurt more than it did when they went on. Even more so as I will be using this flogger to get them off. You’d better hope I am good at hitting the target, Matt!”

His eyes almost burst out. He starts to scream and shake his head. I can tell he is screaming no but I ignore his pleas. I step back and pull the flogger back and strike it forward. It snaps as it hits one of the pegs on his chest. The force flicks the peg off him but also connects with his body which is the idea. How he does it I am not sure but his whole body bounces backwards into the ropes and rebounds forward just in time to meet the second strike of the flogger. It connects right below his chest missing a peg but landing on him perfectly. His screams and crys although muffled by the gag bounce around the room. His eyes go from wide open to tightly shut. His face screwed up in pain.

I work over his body missing on some strikes and connecting with the pegs on others. I am up to about 30 strikes with only one peg left on his cock.

“Not bad a 50% hit rate.One more to go, Matt!”

I pull my arm right back and swing the flogger towards him. He moves at the last minute and the tips of the flogger connect with his balls. It was the hardest strike I had laid down on him and the stupid fucker had to move at just the wrong time. The hit causes him to lose all his breath and he just slumped into the ropes passing out cold. I put the flogger down and moved to untie his legs from the bolts in the floor that were holding him in place. I then went to the winch and started to wind him down. His body was lowered to the floor but because he was out cold, he just went into a heap on the floor. It was his own fucking fault for moving and he will pay for making me stop. Once he was on the ground I unbuckled the gag from his mouth so he could breath easier.

“You dumb shit! Well you missed your change to give me an answer, Matt. How can I ask you the question if you pass out on me? I will ask anyway. If i don’t get an answer, we move onto the next part. You will be sorry you could not withstand the pain, Matt, as it will only get worse. So then, Matt, do you submit?”

Of course I got no answer but I kept my part of the deal and asked him the question. It’s not my fault he was not awake to answer it! I untied his arms, his wrists were red raw from the ropes, being up like that for over 2 hours caused the rope to dig into his wrists, not that I really cared, it was all part his ordeal.

I lifted him up with both arms under his armpits and dragged him to a table. I lifted him up on it and placed him face up. I had to move quite quickly as it would not be long before he would come round. I moved him to the centre of the table. At each of the corners were leather cuffs attached to rope and a crank winch. Each time you turned the winch, each rope pulled tighter. Its like a rack but instead of pulling you length ways, it pulls your arms and legs further apart. As the final leg cuff was going on he started to come round. He was moaning and wimpering, he was still not able to move much, his body still recovering from the last postion. He still had the last peg on his cock. I slowly leaned over his body and released the peg. As the blood rushed back to the tip of his cock, his moans and wimpering turned to groans and he started to pull at the cuffs holding him to the table.

“Aaarrrrhhhh, fuck that hurts!! Why the fuck are you doing this to me?? Please stop!! Just let me go!! I won’t tell anyone, please let me go.” his voice was weak and horse he was almost begging me to stop.

“I told you that I would ask you the question after 60 minutes. Its not my fault you passed out before you could answer. I took that as a no, so we moved onto the next part. You now have to wait 4 hours before I ask you the question again. In that 4 hours the pain and suffering you have experienced so far will seem like nothing.”

My tone is normal but he knows I mean it.

“Noooo please don’t! You’re fucking torturing me!! I can’t take much more!! Fuuuccckkk let me go please!! I am not into this, I can’t take it anymore, please just stop it!!”

“Sorry Matt. You knew the deal. I am not the one who stops this. You are. But you missed your chance now. 4 more hours before I ask the question again. If you don’t give me the answer I want then, we wait another 6 hours, then 8 hours, then 10 hours between every question. You understand Matt?”

“Noooo stop, plea…….” he does not get chance to finish I shove the gag back in his mouth and buckle it.

“Had enough of your fucking moaning, you piece of shit!”

I turn the crank handle above his head, with each click his arms and legs are pulled further and further apart. His body stretches more and more. His muffeled screams return to the gag. I stop the winch. He is now pulled wide apart. He struggles against the cuffs trying the release the pressure on his joints. His body is fully stretched out now. He can not relieve the pressure on his arms or legs. He tries to pull his arms against the cuffs but there is no movement. I turn the winch another 5 turns to get his body stretched as much as it can without causing him long-term damage.

I walk to a drawer and remove four anti-static bands that are used by computer repair people to remove the static before working on the inside of a computer. However they work the other way as well. I place one on each of Matt’s wrists and ankles then put some gel over each one to help the current pass through them and into his body. I then place electro pads on each bicep, calf muscle, chest and four on his abs. I connect each wire to the control box. This is a standard shop bought tens machine. However he now has 10 pads and 4 bands on his body. He is stretched out wide and soon a current will be running through every fibre of his body.

I turn the machine on and set it to pulse starting on a low setting. It goes up to 10 but I start on 1 because of the number of pads. His body starts to twitch. I turn the dial up to 2 and the twitching increases. His legs are tense, showing off his strained calfs. He has the legs of a footballer and this is showing them off to their best. His beiceps are bulging like he is doing curls. His chest muscles are moving up and down and his abs are starting to bulge under the electricity running through his body. I move the setting up to 3. This starts to get him moaning louder into his gag. His body is almost jumping with each pulse of the machine. I move it straight up to 5. Now his whole body bounces in time. Every muslce in his body is effected by the current going though him. Each time the machine pulses, he cries into the gag as his body uncontrollably tenses and trisd to push itself off the table.

“You’re only half way, Matt. this is number 5 and it goes up to 10!”

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh, mmmmmppppphhhhhh” is all that comes out of his mouth.

I leave it on 5 and get the leather flogger. I stand next to the table so he can see me holding the flogger. His eyes are pleading with me to stop but he knows I will not. His eyes widen even further as he watches me bring the flogger down on his stomach. I count each strike out loud. Each one is as hard as I can do it. I get up to 15. His stomach is glowing red. I stop and place my hand on his abs. The warmth from the flogging is incredible. His skin is hot to the touch and I can feel his abs contracting as the electro still flows through his body. Each pulse from the machine causes his muscles to contract and I can feel every one. I trace his abs with my hand and work my way down towards his cock and balls. I take his cock in my hand and start to stroke it. The electricty running through his body helps his limp cock get hard as I start to wank him off again.

“Remember what happened last you cumame without permission, Matt.”

I stop wanking him and get another band from the drawer. This one I put around his cock and balls and connect it to a second tens machine. This one i set to the massage setting and turn it up to 4. Instead of pulsing his muscle, this setting is like someone stroking your cock. Most people can not help but get hard when this is put on them and Matt is no different. His cock is bulging and bobbing up and down as the electicity does it’s work.

I push the setting on the rest of his body to 6. He screams straight away into his gag. His body does not stop moving. His arms, legs, chest and stomach are moving to the pulse of the electricity. His cock is moving on its own like someone his wanking him off. I pick up the flogger and walk around the table until I am standing by his head. His eyes are looking at mine.

I lean in and whisper in his ear. “You have permission to cum, Matt. But rest assured if you do although you have permission you will be punished for it. Hold it as long as you can. You have my permission to cum but if you do you will regret it.”

He starts to whimper and tears start to form in his eyes. I think he knows he can not stop himself from cumming but the realization that if he does it will get worse starts to sink in. His eyes follow the flogger as I lift it above his head and bring it down on his chest. Strike after strike, I alternate between his left and right chest. I lean over further and bring it down on his stomach. His body does not know how to respond. He is getting pain from every muscle as the electricty runs through his body and the flogger does its work over his chest and stomach. His cock is so hard it looks like it is about to burst. His eyes are screwed up tight closed. The gag is muffling the sounds of his cries. The flogger continues to rain down on him blow after blow. His whole body now is covered in red welts from the leather tails of the flogger. Every so often I flick the flogger to catch it on the ends of the tails which causes a bigger strike.

I continue to flog him non-stop for 10 minutes until at last his cock explodes in stream and after stream of cum. The shots fly up and land over his chest and head. At least 8 shots of cum fly out of his cock. His whole body is twitching and bouncing up and down. His moaning continues into the gag.

I lean down to his ear again and whisper. “Good boy Matt, now for you punishment.”

I pick up both tens machines and move each setting without warning to 10. Instantly his whole body raises off the table and arches up. Only the heels of this feet and his shoulder blades are touching the table. He lets out one long scream. I leave the setting at 10 for 30 seconds. It must feel like the longest 30 seconds of his life as his whole body can not move. Nothing he does stops the pain from the electro running through his arms, legs, chest, stomach, cock and balls. When the 30 seconds is up I turn both the machines off and he slumps back into the table, sobbing and crying with tears running down the side of his face. He opens his eyes and looks at me directly pleading for me to stop. He is ready to submit to me. I want to ask him the question but he still has 3 hours left before I can ask again. I turn the tens machine back on set to level 5. His eyes are wide again looking at me. I just turn and leave the room as his body is rocked by the electrictiy again.

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Not one but TWO homophobic gangsters suffer much deserved revenge including lots of bondage, intense tickle torture, spanking, ass play, forced shaving and an aggravating cum control session that leaves them begging to cum. There’s something for every taste in this hot story from Richard!
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1950’s Mob Boss Nick Vitale Gets His – Big Time! : Page 2
by Richard

For once in his life, Vitale found himself speechless. These Jap “houseboys” literally had him by his cum-denied balls trussed up like a fuckin’ Christmas turkey!

Before Vitale could try to come up with any of this demanded “erudite repartee” (which was by definition extremely unlikely in any case)(i.e., what the fuck was “erudite” let alone “repartee”? and where the fuck did the stupid Jap Vitale thought was some dummy come up with those fancy words in the first place?) to his horror, he could only watch as Ito and Kenji shockingly approached his hunky, bound naked body, Kenji suddenly licking and sucking on Vitale’s hirsute nips which the big lug had only just realized were electrically wired to his still woefully-cum-denied Sicilian boner, which had hardly deflated at all despite Vitale’s tremendous shock, so profound was the horny mobster’s need to get his rocks off and soon. While Kenji did his number on Vitale’s sensitive nips through his mewling subject’s proudly hirsute chest hairs, to Nick’s abject moans of lust as his traitorous nips rose up and hardened at Kenji’s expert manipulation thereof, (Vitale also now registering the fact- a bit late as usual given the hunky mobster’s only-too-apparent intellectual shortcomings) that Kenji was himself also a dreaded homo/faggot in Vitale’s expert estimation! Ito continued to lick, suck, tease and generally cum-deny the moaning, begging hood as the bound asshole could do nothing now but moan and groan and beg and plead for the desperate release his body so abjectly craved, all to no avail.

Then, to the bound mobster’s further horror, none other than that fuckin’ Joey Calabrese, the up-and-coming 21-year-old son of “Big Frank” Calabrese of the Detroit families made his fuckin’ presence known as well. It seemed the young fucker had been tipped off by the Asian duo about their plan to get Vitale’s cum-uppance and had been filming Vitale’s humiliation from his own closet with Kenji’s cameras and now approached with a state-of-the-current-art hand-held camera to capture the festivities in extreme close-ups. It seemed the quick telephone call Ito had made earlier had been to none other than Joey Calabrese who had been admitted through the back by Kenji minutes after the “festivities” had started and Joey had been filming everything through a crack in the closet door all this time.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!??? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE, FUCKIN’ LITTLE PUNK JOEY CALABRESE?? WHY THE FUCK YA FILMIN’ ME?? CUT THAT THE FUCK OUT! I’M FUCKIN’ NEKKID FER GOD’S SAKE!!! GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE- THESE JAP HOMOS GOT ME FUCKIN’ TIED UP- LOOK,I’LL MAKE IT WORTH IT TO YA, JOEY BABY- CUT YA IN ON MY RACKETS- WHATTAYA SAY???

“FUCK YOU!!! I SEZ TA YA, VITALE!! YER HOMO JAP HOUSEBOYS HERE TIPPED ME OFF TA WHAT THEY HAD PLANNED FOR YER DESERVIN’ ASS, CAPEESH??? SO I GETS TO THINKIN’, I DOES- WHY NOT FUCKIN’ FILM THE WHOLE FUCKIN’ SHE-BANG SO THE CALABRESE FAMILY CAN FUCKIN’ BLACKMAIL YER SORRY ASS AND TAKE OVER YER FUCKIN’ RACKETS??, I SEZ TA MYSELF. AND WHAT BETTER WAY, I SEZ TA MYSELF, THAN TO FUCKIN’ FILM YA STARRIN’ IN YER OWN FUCKIN’ ‘STAG’ FILM FER A CHANGE, I SEZ TA MYSELF- ‘SPECIALLY SEEIN’ AS HOW YA BEEN MAKIN’ SOME OF DEM ‘STAG’ FILMS YERSELF, EH? AIN’T THAT LIKE SO FUCKIN’ FITTIN’? I SEZ TA MYSELF. SO SMILE FOR THE CAMERA, BIG BOY!” crowed Joey Calabrese as he continued to film, both with Kenji’s hand-held and now tripod-set cameras which were catching all the action from every fuckin’ angle.

“YOU GODDAMNED FUCKIN’ SON-OF-A-BITCH- JOEY CALABRESE- I’LL HAVE YER FUCKIN’ DAGO BALLS ON TOAST FOR THIS!!!!!!- TURN THOSE FUCKIN’ CAMERAS OFF NOW, CAPEESH!? LOOK, JOEY BABY, WE’RE ALMOST LIKE FAMILY- YA KNOW I ALWAYS LIKED YA- LET’S MAKE A DEAL, EH JOEY?” hazarded Vitale.

“NO FUCKIN’ WAY, ASSHOLE! THIS FUCKIN’ PLAN IS FOOLPROOF. “BIG FRANK” WILL BE SO PROUD OF HIS CLEVER SON WHEN WE TAKE OVER YER FUCKIN’ RACKETS, YA FUCKIN’ WASHED-UP PIECE-A-SHIT VITALE!” replied Joey.

Left with no options, Vitale the hunky mobster was so far gone and in a sexual haze of abject need to release his pent-up Sicilian baby –makers, that all Nick could do was lie there moaning for the cameras as Kenji continued to lick, stroke and tease Vitale’s sensitive nips into rock-hard eraser points as their tiny pink peaks poked up through his mewling subject’s profuse chest hairs, while the devious Ito simultaneously went down on Vitale’s straining Sicilian salami, Ito and Kenji alternately teasing their bound, helpless Mafioso by going “You like-ee, boss?” “You want-ee more, boss?” to which the out-of-it Vitale found himself responding “OH YEAHH, JUST LIKE THAT! GONNA CUM ANY SEC NOW- GONNA CUM BIGTIME FUCKERS GONNA BLAST TO THE FUCKIN’ CEILING!!!!!! OH SHIT!!! OH YEAHHHH!!! MORE! HURRY YOU FUCKIN’ JAP BASTARDS!!!!!”

To Nick’s utter consternation, however, the devious and rightfully vengeful Asian duo then proceeded to again back off their “pleasure torture” of their helplessly bound, abjectly begging, hotshot mobster subject, Ito leaving Vitale’s hot, throbbing Sicilian boner swaying in the hot desert air, unfulfilled, while Kenji temporarily withdrew from teasing the cruel hoodlum’s sensitive nips, leaving their deserving dumbfounded boss literally “high and dry” once again!- cock high in the air and boner left dry as a bone!

“YOU GODDAMN JAP ASSHOLES!! WHY’D YA STOP AGAIN!!!!????? I WAS GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!!! YA GOT ME TIED UP HERE- CAN’T EVEN REACH MY OWN HUGE PECKER TO FINISH MYSELF OFF!!!! GOD-FUCKIN-DAMMIT!!!! I’LL HAVE YOUR LOUSY YELLOW BALLS FER THIS OUTRAGE!!!!” as Ito and Kenji sat back and laughed uproariously, joined by a cackling Joey Calabrese as he continued to film, surreptitiously (or so he thought) rubbing his own crotch through his own pin-striped suit pants as his own pecker reacted to the fitting cum-uppance of Nick Vitale. The Asian duo just laughed and pointed at their “oh most not so honorable employer’s” pulsating, frustrated boner which jutted out obscenely and now rather painfully from his densely-haired super-macho crotch and swayed with frustration as the bound Mafioso comically wildly bucked his hips making fuck-like movements with his manly hips in a futile but amusing effort to trigger the ball-shattering orgasm his magnificent, muscular body so desperately craved, all to no avail.

Vitale was totally used to getting what he demanded when he demanded it, and having his sexual needs expertly and completely satisfied by his various “dolls” “dames” and “broads” and was not at all accustomed to being subjected to the “tease and denial” torture his two Asian servants were so devilishly and sadistically administering to him (and all on camera yet!), the back of Vitale’s mind vaguely registering old WW2 war movies where Japanese army villains were propagandistically depicted as being sadistic torturers of All-American heroes like himself (or as he thought of himself), and that they seemed to always have some particularly fiendish forms of torture which they sadistically relished and performed. The fact that the “Japanese” were usually just white guys with their eyes taped up to look more Asian and a lot of bronzer make-up, or that the performances were over-the-top loony had been lost on Vitale as a boy in New York watching those war-era matinees. One of the old films even depicted them tickling! their victims, which sent a shiver down Vitale’s manly spine. Vitale hated to admit and no one knew of it but Vitale was in fact EXTREMELY ticklish- vague memories of the Mafioso’s boyhood before he matured into the studly muscular specimen he now was suddenly flooded into his mind, when his Lower East Side crowd of peers learned of his weakness and used to tickle the shit out of him- or at least until Nick peed his pants to his tormentors’ amusement. Thank God these moron Japs had no idea of Nick’s weakness!

However, Nick became concerned, as if he somehow knew Vitale’s weakness (but he couldn’t, right?), when, as Joey avidly filmed, Ito suddenly retrieved Vitale’s discarded calf-length silk business socks which were soaked with a full day’s worth of the Sicilian hood’s funky footsweat. Nick insisted on the virtually transparent and comfortable silk socks because they were expensive and favored by the business elites Nick insisted to not be outdone by, being sensitive to his initially poor background before he struck it rich in the rackets, and not wanting to be deprived of anything he was told the upper classes had, whether it was silk socks or Japanese houseboys.

Ito first deliberately dangled the stinky silk socks over Vitale’s recoiling face and the nostrils of his prominent but sexy Sicilian nose, Joey’s (or really Kenji’s) cameras catching it all, Nick going “EWWW FUCK!!! DEM THINGS STINK TO FUCKIN’ HIGH HEAVEN!!! GET ‘EM THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKIN’ HOMO JAP BASTARDS!!!!” to further (intentionally extra-Asian-demented-sounding) high-pitched cackles from his vengeful Asian tormentors as they alternately dangled the hood’s own stinking silk socks over his face and nose, annoyingly tickling his face with them as he scrunched up his face in recoil, only to then tie them around his face and nose thereby forcing him to breathe through their smelly surface as Ito and Kenji laughed and pointed. “YEAH SMELL MOST NOT SO HONORABLE EMPLOYER’S OWN STINKY SOCKS!!” crowed the duo, the duo and Joey laughing uproariously, joined by Joey as he filmed, loving the humiliation of the bound Mafioso.

Surprisingly, as it would be throughout Vitale’s extremely delayed and “not-so- happy- ending” massage session, the hood’s rampant Sicilian pecker remained rock-hard throughout, so great was their deserving victim’s need to blast the biggest fuckin’ load of the mobster’s life out of the hairy orbs of their bound victim’s pent-up low-hangers as the hood wildly strained in his bonds, sweating bullets out of the depths of his manly, hairy armpits, while the handsome racketeer’s frantic baby-makers lay trapped within, trying (so far unsuccessfully) to blast their way out in a volcanic eruption of ropes of cum splattering all over, but Vitale was left on the fuckin’ edge of orgasm again and again as his tormenting duo and a smirking Joey who winked at his Asian co-conspirators, laughed their collective asses off at their hunky, naked victim’s amusing and oh-so-deserving plight.
Then, to Vitale’s abject horror, (and actually to Joey’s as well) Ito, clad in his houseboy uniform and Kenji in pants and shirt suddenly stripped themselves totally naked before a startled Vitale and Joey who kept filming regardless. Worse, despite Nick’s prejudiced belief that Asians were always “pencil-dicked” fell to pieces when he saw that both Ito and Kenji were themselves sporting raging hard-ons, and while not as hung as Nick himself they certainly were not lacking in sexual prowess- fuckin’ homo Jap bastards- gettin’ off at Vitale’s own desperate plight!

Ito then proceeded to untie the offending silk socks from Vitale’s handsome face and proceed to put the calf-length silk socks back onto Vitale’s bare feet and hairy, muscular calves.

Then, with demonic relish, and with a sadistic glint in his eyes as the bound Vitale looked on in total horror, Ito suddenly delicately and then more forcefully ran his lithe fingers and fingernails over each of the bound Mafioso’s silk-stockinged feet, while Kenji approached Nick from the top of the massage table where Kenji proceeded to suddenly delve all ten of his own scrabbling and educated fingers into the depths of Vitale’s helplessly upraised, vulnerably exposed hairy armpits, as Joey furiously filmed it all for posterity, again giving his crotch a bit of a feel as the young hood got off on Nick’s degradation, all this causing Vitale’s gorgeous green eyes to bug out of his handsome head as he screamed (on cam, natch) “AIEEEEEE!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!! OHMY GAWDDDDDDDDD!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! HEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! STOPPPP ITTTT!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! DON’T FUCKIN’ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TICKLE ME!!!!! PUH-LEEZE!!!!!!!! HAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! I CAN’T FUCKIN’ HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAH TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!! STOPPPPPP!!! OK OK, I’LL GIVE YA WHATEVER YA FUCKERS HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAH WANT!!!!!!” as his mighty, rock-hard Sicilian boner swayed and bounced with cum-denied lust against the scratchy surface of his hairy muscular thighs as he wildly thrashed in his bonds, the massage table rocking and rolling with the super-strong hood’s wild and amusing gyrations as the hoodlum began to sweat bullets in the desert heat, the handsome hairy stud’s musky masculine scent filling the air, the male pheromone scent adding even more sexual heat to the homoerotic atmosphere of the room.

“Naw, I don’t fuckin’ think so, oh-not-so honorable employer!!” mocked Ito, as he proceeded to tickle the shit out of Vitale’s sensitive pink soles, toes and hairy calves through the silk socks, the silky material only serving to heighten the ticklish effect on the bound, thrashing stud who continued to squeal, mewl, scream, laugh and giggle at the fiendish tickling, Kenji now also delving his scrabbling fingers at random down Vitale’s bound sides, nips, navel and near his rampant cock and cum-churning balls as the bound mobster continued to thrash in his bonds going “HAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!! HEEE HEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ARGHHHH!!! AIEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! STOPPPPPPPP!!!! YOU FUCKIN HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA JAPS!!!!!!! ‘I’LL FUCKIN HAVE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA ‘OFFED’ FOR HAHAHAHAHAHAAH THIS!!!!! STOPPPPPPPP!!!! OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Then, just to freak out the uptight Vitale all the more (and giving Joey a bit of a shock himself as he nonetheless continue to avidly film it), Ito proceeded to rub his own boner first against the silk-clad soles of both of the Mafioso’s feet, and then rubbing his own hard-on against the bared flesh of his employer’s sexy soles and giving himself a “footjob” at Vitale’s expense. Ever articulate, Vitale went “HEY WHAT THE FUCK YA DOIN’ FUCKER?? GET YER FUCKIN’ LITTLE JAP PUD OUTTA MY DAMN FEET- DAMN FUCKIN’ HOMO FAGGOT SICK-O!!!” as Ito, Kenji and Joey laughed uproariously as Ito continued to foot-fuck his employer while tickling his tootsies as well, as Vitale was forced to laugh his head off at his own expense, tears of tickle distress trickling out of his now saucer-like green eyes.

To add insult to injury, Ito then proceeded to dangle Nick’s silk sock over the mobster’s rampant Sicilian salami before enveloping the handsome hoodlum’s throbbing manhood in its silk folds sliding the silky material against the hood’s hard cock and hairy balls as Ito essentially made jerking off motions with the silky thing, as Nick moaned, groaned and squealed with lust, Ito backing off at the critical moment and leaving Vitale frustrated yet again.

After several more minutes of tickle torture, the vengeful Asian duo decided to further freak out the already exhausted Vitale (and a surprised Joey Calabrese who was shocked at the “homos'” kinky expertise while he continue to film Vitale’s deserving debacle) by first blindfolding him with the stud’s own silk necktie and then sniffing and licking his to-die-for, hunky, hairy body literally from head to toe, Ito sniffing and licking Vitale’s pungent hairy armpits, Ito delving his worming tongue into the steaming jungle of the bound, thrashing Sicilian hood’s deliberately tickling the sensitive skin hidden beneath all that hair, while Kenji simultaneously began sniffing and tonguing Vitale’s now bared sole and ten wiggling toes in turn sucking on each like little cocks. Meanwhile, Ito slowly worked his teasing taster down Vitale’s bound body, over his Adam’s apple and over the five o’clock shadowed length of his suntanned bull-like neck as Vitale continued to moan and mewl with now undisguised and unfulfilled lust as Ito proceeded to lick and tease the bound thug’s collarbone and into his heaving, hairy chest, zeroing in on the handsome hoodlum’s tempting, sensitive nips, alternately sucking, tweaking and licking them into renewed eraser points as Vitale moaned and shivered with shameless desire, Ito going “Do you like that big bad bossman, hmmm???” to which the now desperate Mafioso again responded “Oh fuck, YES!!! That feels so fuckin’ GOOD!!!! But, c’mon, asshole, ya guys just gotta finish me off, goddammit!! I haven’t gotten my rocks off in fuckin’ days!! C’mon, stop fuckin’ teasin’ me!!!!!” to further cackles and catcalls from the vengeful duo as well as from Joey, who again gave his own growing boner another “adjustment/grope” as he filmed the deserving Vitale’s “pre-dick-a-ment” as Vitale thrashed in his bonds in utter frustration at having his compelling needs unmet, the fact that it was all brought about by 2 Jap homos and on cam no less, causing Joey’s hidden pecker to leap all the more in his natty pin-striped suit pants- Joey could not think of anything more damning in the 1950’s than to be caught getting off on being serviced by homos and on cam no less- the Vitale rackets would soon belong to the Calabreses, the thought of all that power and money literally making the now horny Joey “get off” on his older mobster rival’s plight and the Calabrese’s soon-to-be-expanding fortunes, the arrogant Joey already on a power trip.

Joey couldn’t believe his eyes as he continued to film as the duo then decided to torment their bound employer even more by slowly licking and sucking and teasing their way toward Vitale’s hairy crotch where his throbbing Sicilian boner was still at full mast, Kenji licking his way up Vitale’s hairy muscular thighs, Kenji rubbing his own throbbing boner against the scratchy surface of Vitale’s hairy muscular thighs, while Ito kissed and licked his own way down over the bound hoodlum’s six-pack abs and over and into his navel, Ito similarly rubbing his own boner against Vitale’s body, as Vitale again arched his back in lust as his innie bellybutton was teased and tickled by Ito’s vengeful tongue, the duo finally meeting at the blindfolded hood’s pungently musky crotch, Ito and Kenji teasingly each licking and sucking their way up one side of Vitale’s towering Sicilian Colossus to its reddish-pink crown, teasing and tickling the ultrasensitive head of the Mafioso’s rampant penis and taking turns sucking its length, alternately nuzzling and sniffing and sucking on Vitale’s cum-churning hairy balls and lifting them up to expose his hairy taint each licking their way underneath to meet at the bound Mafioso’s sacrosanct virgin asshole hidden in the musky crack of his hairy asscrack, Vitale yelping in surprise as Ito began sucking and licking his way around the stud’s virgin portal while Kenji continued to expertly suck the hood’s straining cock, Vitale going “OH MY GAWDDDD!! WHAT DA FUCK ARE YOU TWO JAP HOMOS DOIN’ TA ME? DAMN- LICKING MY DAMN HOLE AND SUCKING MY BIG FUCKIN’ DICK- AIN’T NO BROAD NEVER DONE THAT TO NICK VITALE! FUCKIN’ SICK HOMO BASTARDS!!! BUT OH MY GAWDDDD IT FEELS SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!!!! YOU FUCKIN’ HOMOS GONNA MAKE ME CUM- ANY SECOND NOW- UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!!”

Always vigilant to make sure their deserving victim was not able to get his woefully-cum-denied rocks off, the devious duo once again suddenly backed off, insuring that the begging Mafioso was denied any pleasure of orgasm until the vengeful duo deemed it appropriate. As their victim’s urge to cum subsided a tiny bit but while his obscenely rampant Sicilian salami stayed otherwise rock-hard, Ito and Kenji amused themselves by rubbing both of their own raging hard-ons against that of their massaged-oiled “oh-so-not-so-honorable” employer’s cum-denied boner, rubbing their cocks and balls against those of an outraged Vitale who went “WHAT THE FUCK?? WHAT ARE YOUSE FUCKIN’ JAP HOMOS DOING NOW??? GET YER FUCKIN’ YELLOW PECKERS AWAY FROM MINE! THAT IS SO FUCKIN’ SICK!!!” However, Ito and Kenji could not resist pointing out to Vitale that his own throbbing cum-denied Sicilian salami was, if anything, harder than before and ready to pop, Vitale again comically pistoning his mighty hips in the “rabbit-fuck” strokes he proudly used on his “dames,” “dolls,” and “broads” to friction his oily manhood against the cocks of his “houseboys” in a futile effort to finally allow his cum-bloated hairy nuts to blast out their pent-up contents. Joey Calabrese was totally shocked at this “sword-fight” caught on cam- this Vitale lug was toast!

However, once again, Ito and Kenji withdrew their cocks from that of their outraged employer at the last moment, once again sadistically denying their crass employer his much-anticipated release. “WHAT???? NOT FUCKIN’ AGAIN!!!??? WHAT ARE YOUSE GUYS TRYIN’ TO DO TO ME??? YOU’RE GONNA DRIVE ME FUCKIN’ NUTS!!! I GOTTA GET OFF!!! THAT’S A FUCKIN’ ORDER, CAPEESH??? I SWEAR I’M GONNA HAVE GUIDO AND VINNY HANG YA BY YER FUCKIN’ JAP BALLS FOR THIS!!! NOW FINISH ME OFF OR IT’S SAYONARA TIME, DIG IT ASSHOLES????”

Ito and Kenji just laughed uproariously again, joined by Joey who continued to film. At a cue from Kenji, Joey left the filming to the tripod while the naked Kenji, Ito and then Joey (who had now removed his dress shirt and tie due to the increasing heat in the bedroom (both literally and figuratively) and was now clad in his pinstriped suit pants and white “wife-beater” sleeveless undershirt revealing his own substantial, darkly suntanned muscular “guns” and darkly-haired sweaty armpits, all snuck up on the still naked, blindfolded and cursing Vitale, surprising the unseeing Vitale and using that fact to their advantage as the combined strength of the three of them coupled with the element of surprise enabled the trio to untie Vitale from the massage table and drag him bodily towards a nearby leather side chair in the bedroom as he unseeingly protested whatever they were doing to him. The trio placed two bed pillows, one on the seat of the chair as a sort of an extra “kneepad” and another bed pillow over the top of the chair to support their victim’s naked torso whereupon they bodily tossed/dragged Vitale face-down and partially over the chair with his widespread knees on the bed pillow on the seat of the chair and the rest of his hunky body essentially bent in two over the chair with his bare, hairy ass high in the air with his hairy balls and still rampant cock dangling between his muscular legs as he impotently spluttered his usual obscenities and expletives and whereupon the trio proceeded to quickly re-bind their victim, binding his hairy ankles and attaching those bonds to the wooden front legs of the chair, with additional bonds just above his knees and waist and finally more lengthy bonds to attach his bound wrists to the wooden back legs of the chair as his muscular arms stretched down toward the floor below, so that Vitale found himself bent over double over the chair, his handsome head lolling just a bit over the top of the chair, with his bare feet exposed at either side of the bottom of the seat of the chair, and with his bare hair-flecked ass upturned for all to see, Vitale unable to close his now widely spread hairy asscrack due to his new position, his cum-denied genitals just fuckin’ “dangling” there with complete and utter vulnerability between the hairy surfaces of his widespread muscular thighs. The trio then admired their handiwork and removed Vitale’s necktie blindfold so that the babbling Mafioso could take in the full extent of his new predicament, Nick able to take in his embarrassing pose when he craned his neck over one shoulder to see his reflection of his bent-over-double self in the same tilted cheval mirror he had previously admired himself in prior to his shower, which seemed like ages ago now, not to mention that Nick was again covered in funky mansweat due to the desert heat as if the big handsome lug had never showered at all.

“WHAT DA FUCK!!!??? YOUZE GUYS JUST BETTER LET ME THE FUCK GO-AND NOW!!! LOOK AT DAT!!! MY FUCKIN’ HAIRY ASS, COCK AND BALLS ON FUCKIN’ DISPLAY DERE!!! FUCKIN’ OBSCENE DAT IS!!! I TELL YA- GUIDO AND VINNY ARE GONNA FUCKIN’ CUT ALL YER FUCKIN’ BALLS OFF AND FEED ‘EM TO YA- JUST FOR STARTERS! NOW LET ME THE FUCK GO- C’MON JOEY WE’RE LIKE OLD PALS- LET YOUR OL’ BUDDY NICK GO, EH?? C’MON I’LL LET YA IN ON MY RACKETS 50/50 LIKE- WHATTAYA SAY WE ‘OFF’ THESE TWO FUCKIN’ JAP HOMOS AND GET BACK TO RUNNIN’ THE RACKETS, EH?”

“NICE TRY VITALE! NO FUCKIN’ WAY! YA THINK JOEY CALABRESE IS SOME KINDA FUCKIN’ STOOPID APE OR SUMTHIN’? WHY GO 50/50 WHEN WE CALABRESES CAN HAVE DA WHOLE SHE-BANG AFTER WE BLACKMAIL YA WITH DESE HERE FILMS WE GONNA HAVE ON YA- GETTIN’ YER ROCKS OFF AND MOANIN’ AN GROANIN’ AND ALL ON FILM WHILE SOME OTHER GUYS BARELY TOUCH YA AND WORK YA OVER A BIT, SEE? PIECE-A-CAKE THIS’LL BE, VITALE- PIECE-A-CAKE!!” crowed Joey Calabrese.

“AW- C’MON- JOEY-BABY, DON’T BE LIKE THAT! WE’D BE A GREAT DUO WHAT WID MY FUCKIN’ EXPERTISE AND ALL – I CAN TEACH YA ALL THE RIGHT MOVES, ALL DA STUFF YA NEED TO RUN THE RACKETS RIGHT AND MAKE THE MOST MOO-LAH, SEE? AND GET YA ALL THE FUCKIN’ BROADS YA WANT TO DO WHATEVER YA WANT DEM TO DO FER YA!! SO, SEE, YA JUST GOTTA LET ME GO JOEY-BABY!!!” pleaded Vitale.

‘DON’T-CHA FUCKIN’ CALL ME ‘JOEY-BABY’ YOU FUCKIN’ WASHED-UP ASSHOLE!!! I’M A FUCKIN’ MAN- ALL MAN- SEE?? (FLEXING HIS BARE “GUNS” FOR EMPHASIS) AS HE NOW FACED VITALE AS THE BOUND MOBSTER HUNG OVER THE CHAIR TRUSSED UP FOR FURTHER FESTIVITIES- SO SIT BACK AN’ ENJOY YERSELF FUCKFACE- CUZ JOEY CALABRESE THE MAN IS GONNA TAKE OVER YER FUCKIN’ RACKETS WHETHER YOU FUCKIN’ LIKE IT OR NOT!!! AND I ALREADY CAN GET ALL THE FUCKIN’ BROADS I WANT ANYWAY, JUST SO’S YA FUCKIN’ KNOW, ASSHOLE!!! ” replied Joey.

“NOOOO!!! C’MON!!!! DON’T DO THIS!!!” pleaded Vitale to no avail.

At a cue from Joey (actually an arrogant snap of the newly-empowered-feeling rival Mafioso’s cocky fingers and with an annoyingly cocky gesture and words to the two “Jap homos” to “get on with it”), Ito and Kenji returned to Vitale’s unwanted ministrations as Vitale could only look over one bare shoulder and see in the mirror what the sadistic Asian duo were up to this time. To Nick’s horror, the bare-assed hoodlum could only cringe as he saw that Ito had a bunch of things hidden away in his massage “kit” he had brought with him- the one Vitale assumed only held massage oil and shit like that. Some of it puzzled Nick- the fucker had a fuckin’ feather duster in there for one thing- what da fuck was the moron Jap homo gonna do- catch up on his dusting of the bedroom or sumthin’ like dat? Plus a buncha fuckin’ smaller paintbrushes, some like faggy artists used and others a bit bigger like you’d use to paint a baseboard or sumthin’- what was the idiot gonna do, paint him a fuckin’ picture or sumthin’? and there were a coupla other things extracted that Vitale had no idea what they were for- looked like some kinda mechanical doo-dads maybe that Kenji had cooked up- Vitale had to hand it to him Kenji had a knack for inventin’ things- but what the fuck were they?

Vitale didn’t have to wait long to find out. To his shock he felt (and saw in the mirror’s reflection over his shoulder) Kenji take two artist paintbrushes and slowly and ticklingly run them first under both of Vitale’s hairy, dripping armpits where they lay near the top of the chair he was bound to and then over the sinewy deeply-tanned muscles of Nick’s stretched broad back, while Ito simultaneously goosed Vitale’s dangling, hairy ballsacs with another set of two artist paintbrushes, Ito also using one to tease the length of Vitale’s still rock-hard cum-denied cock, Ito alternately sliding them all over the ticklish surface of his hair-flecked assglobes and then right through Vitale’s hairy asscrack and to tickle and encircle his now obscenely exposed, helpless hair-haloed pink anal rosebud, the handsome hood’s most private and intimate orifice obscenely exposed to Joey’s camera, Joey gleefully going in for an extreme close-up with the hand-held to capture it all for posterity- “how fuckin’ fittin’- a close-up of a true asshole’s asshole” Joey thought to himself as he filmed it, nearly shitting himself laughing at his own thoughts and Vitale’s tickling ordeal.

“AIEEEEEEEE!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAH!!! HEEEEHAHAHAHAHEEEEEEHAAAAA WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHH MY HAHAHAHAHAHA GAWD!!! NOT HAHAHAHA FUCKIN’ AGAIN!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! STAHPPPPPPPPPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! OH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK!!! YER HAHAHAHHAHA KILLIN’ ME!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!” screeched Nick as he squirmed and squealed in his inescapable bondage, music to his avenging trio’s ears.

Ito and Kenji then alternately used the slightly larger “baseboard paintbrushes” to tickle through Vitale’s extremely hairy asscrack and over and onto the mobster’s hair-haloed virgin shitter tickling the shit out of their deserving victim, all caught on film. Ito then used the feather duster to tickle Vitale all over as he squealed, mewled, moaned, cursed, and squirmed like crazy, making obscene contact with the hood’s dangling hairy balls and rock-hard Sicilian salami, the backs of his thighs and his exposed pink crinkly soles and squirming toes.

Kenji then displayed one of his inventions to a giggling, hyperventilating Vitale, a small battery-operated gadget with hand-selected smallish feathers in rows on a whirling rotor whose speed could be varied from the softest lightest touch to a more intensive tickling by the flick of a switch. Kenji then proceeded to switch it on and reach under to rotor feather tickle first each of Nick’s sensitive nips and then his hairy pits, before raking the machine down his exposed sides, ass balls and cock as Vitale continued to squeal, mewl, moan, curse, and squirm like crazy, all caught on film by Joey.

Kenji then handed Ito the prototype for what would later evolve into the infamous Hitachi “wand” vibrator (an invention that would make Kenji fabulously rich in the next decade when it came into widespread use) using the electrical device with its large massaging head to goose and vibe Vitale’s dangling hairy balls, virgin asshole and rock-hard Sicilian salami as Vitale had no choice but to abjectly moan groan and beg to cum, as the Asian duo again repeatedly brought the bound Mafioso to the brink of orgasm, Ito repeatedly jacking off and “milking” Vitale’s dangling boner as Kenji applied the vibe to the hood’s hairy balls and hole near his overloaded prostate, only to back off and laugh uproariously joined by Joey who thought this cum-denial shit was the funniest thing ever, as Joey continued to film, loving further the clearly damning blackmail material.

Then, as Joey continued to avidly film, all the better for blackmail purposes, Ito and Kenji took turns with one of them rimming their handsome victim’s ass and sacrosanct hairy hole to Vitale’s helpless moans, groans and declarations that he was about to cum at last, while the other took turns sucking and milking mobster Vitale’s tumescent, cum-denied Sicilian salami only to repeatedly back off at the critical moment, once again leaving the hip-bucking, frenzied Nick Vitale “high and dry” in the desert heat.

“OH MY GAWDDD- YOUZE GUYS!!! NOT AGAIN YA FUCKIN’ JAP HOMO BASTARDS!!! I WAS FINALLY ABOUT TO FUCKIN’ CUM!!!!! C’MON LET ME GET OFF ALREADY YOU FUCKERS!!!!” pleaded Vitale to the uproarious laughter of all three of his tormentors.

The ever-inventive Kenji had also invented the prototype of a vibrating buttplug fashioned from the latest incipient pre- “space-age” plastics and using the same ingenious battery operated power supply that enabled his “smallish feathers in rows on a whirling rotor” invention to have such devastatingly erotic effects wherever it was directed. Ito and Kenji delighted in slowly inserting the vibrating buttplug device using Vitale’s massage-oiled lubricant to slowly and teasingly insert the buzzing thing up Vitale’s never-before-penetrated sacrosanct virgin butthole to give his never-before-stimulated prostate gland an incredible surging workout, the combined effect of the buzzing buttplug and the Asian duo’s constant licking sucking and teasing of their bound mobster’s cock, balls, nips, and pits once again placed Vitale on the very verge of a ball-shattering orgasm, Vitale going “OH YEAHHHH!!! THAT’S SOOOO FUCKIN’ IT!!!! WHATTA YOUZE GUYS DOIN’ NOW??? WHAT’S DAT THING UP MY FUCKIN’ ASS??? DAMN IT FEELS SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!!! YEAH JUST LIKE THAT!!! UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!! YEAH JAB THAT SUCKER WAY UP MY FUCKIN’ ASS!!! ANY SECOND NOW!!!! GONNA BLAST MY LOAD ALL OVER YA, YA FUCKIN’ JAP HOMO FUCKERS!!!!” as Vitale comically wildly pistoned his own tight ass against the vibrating buttplug prototype, only for the Asian duo to again back off and leave Vitale’s cum-denied boner pulsating and denied, as his trio of tormentors howled with laughter, Joey loving the dialogue caught on film- Jeez the fucker was flat-out beggin’ on film to be fucked up the ass with that weird homo thing- this Vitale hood was like so ruined- perfect!

Ito and Kenji then slowly extracted the vibrating buttplug from Vitale’s ass as Ito then expertly began rimming his employer’s hair-haloed virgin aperture his tongue delving into the pink rosebud of the handsome Mafioso’s most private orifice, while he simultaneously pulled Nick’s pulsating boner back between his legs, expertly giving him a handjob while alternating between Vitale’s hole, and his hairy taint and sucking on the mobster’s hairy balls like lozenges one by one, the net result being that Nick again approached a ball-shattering orgasm, Nick going “OH FUCK OH YEAHHHHH!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!! OHHH MY GAWDD!!!! IT FEELS SO FUCKIN’ GOOOOD!!!! UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!!!!!!” only for Ito to expertly back off at the last second leaving the frustrated hood cum-denied yet again! “WHAT DA FUCK!!! NOT AGAIN!!!!! I WAS SO FUCKIN’ CLOSE!!!” wailed Nick, utterly frustrated and with blue balls.

Then, to his further horror, Nick could only stare as Ito and Kenji proceeded to drag two leather upholstered ottomans, which were ordinarily placed as footstools in front of the side chairs in the master bedroom, and place them on either side of the chair Vitale was draped over and bound to. Even worse, Ito and Kenji each then proceeded to step up onto their respective ottomans so that their mid-sections were at par with where Vitale’s horrified face was, their height being increased by the height of the ottomans, the net effect being that Nick found himself staring at close range with both of the Asian duo’s naked crotches, their rampant dicks (defying the small-penis Asian stereotype) more than evident below each of their dark, silky-haired pubic bushes.

Vitale was further shocked when Ito and Kenji proceeded to first whack their boners against Nick’s handsome five-o-clock shadowed face, only for them to slap them against his protesting mouth, as Nick went “WHAT THE FUCK!!?? STOP DIS SHIT, YOU JAP FUCKERS!! NWAHHHHHHH!!!” only for the Asian duo to take the opportunity of Vitale having opened his mouth wide to protest to suddenly shove both their rampant dicks into his mouth (all on cam avidly caught by a leering Joey) whereupon Ito and Kenji thrust their hips wildly to continue to force Vitale to deal with their throbbing boners, Vitale having no choice but to alternately suck and lick their throbbing members when he wasn’t unsuccessfully trying to spit them out.

“ARGHHHHHH!!!! PUH-TOOEY!!!! GRRRRRRR!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHH!” was about all Vitale could manage with his mouth so full of the cocks of his vengeful “houseboys.”

After a few more minutes of this forced cock-sucking, the righteously vengeful Asian duo suddenly withdrew their cocks from Vitale’s mouth, but Vitale’s relief was short-lived because Ito and Kenji then proceeded to give Nick his first “facial” as both erupted in fountains of highly pressurized cum that splattered all over handsome Nick’s face and hair and dripped down onto the floor of the swank Vegas master bedroom. To add insult to injury, Nick was only too well aware that while the great Nick Vitale’s unsatisfied boner remained rock-hard and cum-denied, his own fuckin’ servants had just got their Jap nuts off right in his face!!!

“ARGHHHHHHH!!!! GODDAMN IT!!! YOU FUCKERS SHOT YER WADS RIGHT IN MY FACE!!!! OHHHH SHITTT!!! GET THIS FUCKKIN’ SHIT OFFA ME!!!!” yelled Vitale, to no avail as the cum continued to drip off his face.

Before Nick could even recover, Ito, Kenji and Joey then again used the element of surprise and their 3 against 1 advantage to first untie Nick from his chair bondage and then bodily drag him across to the master bedroom bed , which they had previously set up with bondage restraints which were easily attachable to the struggling, cursing Vitale’s wrists and ankles so that the fuming Vitale now found himself bound face-up and spread-eagled in “X” fashion to his own bed, as Vitale struggled and squirmed in his new bondage, his hairy armpits stretched to the max as he did so as he struggled in vain, but at least the whirring ceiling fan which was firmly installed into the low-ceiling directly over and near to the foot of the bed provided him some relief in the Vegas heat.
While Joey continued to film Vitale’s degrading undoing, Ito and Kenji exchanged significant winks as their eyes were drawn to the fact that Joey continued to (so he thought) surreptitiously rub his crotch as he balanced the camera with his other hand, a significant bulge apparent in the Mafioso’s suit pants as he filmed, still clad in his suit pants and tight white “wife-beater” undershirt, clearly aroused by the fact that his rival gangster was bound up tight, naked and cum-denied, Vitale’s rigid boner having not gone down a bit and in fact if anything pulsating harder from the hood’s frustration at being tightly bound and helpless.

Ito and Kenji therefore approached Joey and said “Is there, uh, anything you’d like us to help you out with Mr. Calabrese? It looks like you might need some relief, too!”

Joey, initially outraged, said “ Whattaya mean? Ya mean ya sick homo fuckers wanna suck MY fuckin; dick, too? That’s fuckin’ sick!! NO fuckin’ way!!”

“Don’t worry Mr. Calabrese. No one will know. And just think how frustrating it will be for Vitale over there to witness YOU getting your load off getting service by his own servants while he can only sit there and watch while he goes without! “ hazarded Ito.

“Hmmm Ya know, I hadn’t thoughta dat. Yeah it would be kinda fittin’ for dat to happen- Eat yer heart out Vitale!” announced Joey as he pointedly unzipped the zipper of his suit pants and arrogantly pointed to his significant bulge with one strong deeply tanned finger, Joey rudely ordering Ito and Kenji to “OK YA JAP HOMO FUCKERS!! GO DOWN ON DAT!!!” as Joey also pointedly shut off the tripod camera to avoid any of this part being filmed, Joey unfortunately forgetting that there was another tripod camera still set up in the master bedroom closet that was still filming.

Ito and Kenji eagerly complied, one undoing the arrogant young mobster’s belt while the other unclasped the waist hook of the sharp dresser’s expensive suit pants, so that the net effect was that Joey’s suit pants suddenly fell to the floor due to the pull of gravity, leaving Joey clad in only his clingy white “wife-beater” undershirt and his boxers, the horny young gangster’s massive cock having already thrust itself out from the flap in the fly of his boxer shorts.

Ito and Kenji both then proceeded to jointly begin sucking on Joey’s rampant dick, taking turns doing so and then jointly giving the young stud an outstanding blowjob, as Joey’s knees nearly buckled and he rudely thrust his hips to force even more of his rigid manhood into the Asian duo’s sucking mouths, Joey moaning with lust.

The gods further smiled on the Asian duo in that it seemed that the elastic in the waistband of Joey’s boxers was worn to the point that as the young hood wildly thrust his hips the better to feed them his boner, the studly hood’s boxers fell down of their own accord and not by any action of theirs, Joey simply kicking them off his hairy ankles, exposing Joey’s own hair-flecked bare ass, which was alabaster white in total contrast to the rest of his deeply suntanned, olive-skinned body. The horny young Mafioso was so intent on getting his own rocks off as he was expertly sucked, that he didn’t give a shit about his exposure and in fact his one-track-mind barely even registered the fact that he was now buck naked except for his “wife-beater” undershirt and calf-length dress socks.

As Ito sucked Joey’s cock and slavishly teased and licked the gangster’s hairy cum-churning balls, as the sexy stud moaned at the intimate contact with his horny crown jewels, Kenji hazarded a foray up to Joey’s right nip under his undershirt, causing Joey to open his big brown eyes and exclaim” “Hey, you fucker- I said I’d let youze guys suck my dick- don’t ya homo fuckers try to fuckin’ queer me! Get yer fuckin’ fingers offa me!”
“But that’s not ‘queer,’” reasoned Kenji, “and Vitale found out he kinda liked that stuff- you wouldn’t want to miss out on anything Vitale got would you?”

“Um, well OK, but just watch it, asshole!” ordered the arrogant hood, as snottily as ever.

However, Joey soon forgot about his orders as he found himself “getting off” on having his sensitive nips played with and Kenji’s talented Asian fingers seemed to know just how to “play a tune” on them, making his nips rise up like little dicks protruding from Joey’s own darkly hairy chest under his “wife-beater” undershirt while Ito continued to suck the gangster’s rampant dick, Joey finding that his nips were hard-wired down to his cock, Kenji amused to see that Joey was thrusting his hips wildly to shove his desperate-to-cum cunt-rammer down Ito’s throat, his humpy bare hair-flecked white ass visible in the tilted cheval mirror behind as he did so.

To Kenji’s surprise and relief, it was Joey himself who soon yanked off his own “wife-beater” undershirt in the Vegas heat and tossed it aside, Joey mumbling “it’s kinda hot in here…” thereby revealing the young mobster’s own muscular, hairy chest and six-pack abs and flashing the duo a look at the hood’s sweaty, hairy armpits. With Kenji doing his number strumming Joey’s newly-discovered-by-the-ignorant-hood’s sensitive nips and Ito masterfully sucking the hunky young gangster’s tumescent cock and hairy balls that now swung freely and totally exposed to Ito’s devoted ministrations, Joey scrunched his eyes shut as he pistoned his hips wildly to violently shove his boner all the way down Ito’s throat, intent only on selfishly reaching his own orgasm even if Ito was forced to choke on it, anticipating his any-moment-now satisfying cum-blast.

But Joey was soon roused from his reverie and opened his big brown eyes wide in horror when he heard Kenji, as he simultaneously withdrew his hand that had been tweaking Joey’s nips (who had managed to retrieve Vitale’s discarded .38 from the dresser where Vitale had tossed it long ago without missing a beat strumming Joey’s nips with his other hand) yell “PUT YOUR FUCKIN’ HANDS UP, ASSHOLE, NOW!!!!!!”

Joey Calabrese couldn’t believe his fuckin’ ears let alone what he was seeing! Somehow he’d let himself- the great Joey Calabrese no less- be basically “seduced” by these two Jap homos to such an extent that the ordinarily wary and savvy-to-every-fuckin’-con-in-the-book Mafioso had let his accustomed guard down, so intent was he to get his fuckin’ rocks off. And now here he was stark fuckin’ bareass naked at the point of a loaded .38 revolver!!!

“WHATTA YOUZE GUYS THINK YER DOIN’, FUCKERS? I WAS ABOUT TO FUCKIN’ CUM FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD!! PUT THAT FUCKIN’ GUN DOWN NOW, YA FUCKIN’ JAP HOMO!! DON’T NOBODY MESS WITH THE GREAT JOEY CALABRESE!!! YER BOTH AS GOOD AS DEAD NOW, UNLESS YOU QUIT THIS SHIT NOW, CAPEESH?” countered the arrogant hood, trying to sound unfazed when he was more than a bit concerned.

“WE DON’T THINK SO, CALABRESE! YOU LOOK TOO CUTE ALL NAKED AND WITH A BONER STICKING OUT FROM YOUR HAIRY PUBES, AND YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR WITH YOUR HAIRY, SWEATY PITS DRIPPING! OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE CLOSET TRIPOD CAM HAS BEEN RECORDING ALL OF THIS, AND NOW ITO AND I WILL TRADE OFF USING THE HAND-HELD ONE AND THE BEDROOM TRIPOD ONE TO CAPTURE EVERY ANGLE OF THE PROCEEDINGS. AND LOOK, EVEN VITALE IS LAUGHING AT YOUR SORRY ASS NOW, SEE?” replied Kenji.

Surprisingly, if anything, poor cum-denied Vitale’s own manhood had remained as hard or harder than it had all evening, the bound Vitale having been essentially forced to witness the Asian duo’s sexual servicing of his rival Mafioso only too well aware that Joey was being sexually serviced while Vitale was left high and dry (well a bit sweaty really) and totally cum-denied. Vitale was suitably embarrassed at the reference to his aroused state but could not control his traitorous prick which so yearned for release of his incredible sexual tension.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!!?? ME ON FUCKIN’ FILM? THAT FUCKIN’ FILM GOTTA BE DESTROYED NOW, YA GOT IT, YOUZE TWO FUCKIN’ JAP HOMOS?? I’M GONNA HAVE BOTHA YOUZE FUCKERS WASTED JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!!!!” fumed Joey, but a bit impotently since it was in fact HE who was being held at gunpoint.

And Vitale was in fact chuckling at Joey’s plight, now also proud of his two servants who turned everything around back to Vitale’s advantage in his view. Now it was Joey who could be blackmailed when Vitale paid off the two Japs for the Joey films and the Vitale ones destroyed. Things were looking up from Vitale’s point of view.
But instead of being freed by his Asian captors as he had expected, Vitale heard to his own surprise that Kenji was now ordering Joey to “GO OVER TO VITALE AND PAY YOUR RESPECTS, ASSHOLE!! THAT’S RIGHT YOU’RE GONNA GO OVER TO VITALE AND SUCK HIS BIG SICILIAN DICK ON CAM OR I’LL FUCKING SHOOT YOUR FUCKIN’ DAGO BALLS OFF, THE ONES DANGLING THERE EXPOSED AND AN EASY TARGET!! SO GET MOVING!!!” Vitale was a bit confused by this but welcomed the idea of Joey being forced to suck his dick, maybe let him cum even, and assumed that after that was over that Ito and Kenji would free Vitale and that would be that- Vitale was therefore even more heartened that things would turn out just fine.

“WHAT DA FUCK ARE YOUZE FUCKIN’ CRAZY JAP HOMOS SAYIN’? NO FUCKIN’ WAY THE GREAT JOEY CALABRESE IS EVER GONNA DO SOMETHIN’ AS DISGUSTIN’ AS DAT!!! NO FUCKIN’ WAY!!!!!” fumed Joey to deaf ears.

But the threat of having his balls shot off coupled with the fact that Ito had returned from the kitchen with a big meat cleaver he was swinging around and making slashing moves with while making “crazy Asian” sounds and faking some pseudo-karate moves with the damn thing threatening to chop off Joey’s cock and balls and fry them in a wok, convinced Joey to slowly approach the foot of Vitale’s bed.

Tentatively at first, and then with more effort, Joey humiliatingly found himself being forced to go down on the bound Vitale’s rampant manhood, gurgling and choking on the bound Mafioso Vitale’s mammoth member, Kenji poking Joey’s dangling crown jewels for “encouragement” whenever Joey attempted to make sounds of disgust or back off from his forced ministrations while Ito got great close-ups of the action with the hand-held camera while the tripod cameras did the rest. The still-bound Vitale meanwhile moaned and groaned with lust and smiled like the cat who swallowed the fuckin’ canary, totally turned on by the fact that the rival gangster who had so royally attempted to ruin the great Nick Vitale was actually being totally humiliated by having to suck off his rival/superior in the Mob, Vitale all the while convinced that his servants had finally come to their senses and were back on his side, realizing that the money really lay with Vitale and not this fuckin’ little shit, no-good, good-fer- nothin’ punk, Joey Calabrese.

Then, while Kenji held Joey at gunpoint, and while Nick looked on wondering what the fuck was going on, Ito proceeded to release Vitale’s hairy ankles from their attachments to the bottom of the bed and was able to re-attach them to a contraption invented by Kenji that attached to the ceiling fan mount on the low-ceilinged bedroom, so that Nick found his legs high in the air, his hairy asscrack totally on view and suddenly being goosed by the air circulating from the ceiling fan right down onto his now exposed virgin asshole, cock and balls.

Kenji then ordered Joey at gunpoint to “GO AHEAD, CALABRESE! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO LICK NICK’S ASS ON CAM, DON’T YOU?”

“WHAT DA FUCK!!?? NO WAY!! AIN’T NO WAY I’M GOIN’ ANYWHERE NEAR THAT FUCKER’S DAMN HAIRY ASS!!! THAT’S FUCKIN’ SICK HOMO SHIT STUFF LIKE YOUZE FUCKIN’ HOMOS DO TO EACH OTHER!! YOUZE GUYS DONE GONE TOO FAR HERE!!! I’M GONNA HAVE EACHA YER BALLS FER THIS- JUST WAIT AND SEE!!! threatened Joey, although deep down he knew the damn Jap duo had him by his fuckin’ balls!

Once again, more prodding by the cold steel barrel of the .38 pointed at Joey and pressed against his precious balls, along with Ito also making more “crazy Asian” sounds and faking more pseudo-karate moves with the sharp Asian meat cleaver threatening to chop off Joey’s cock and balls and fry them in a wok, convinced Joey that the defeated mobster had no choice but to do so or risk being literally emasculated by this crazed Asian duo!
Therefore, to catcalls from Ito and Kenji and joined by an equally-if-not-more-so enthused Vitale, it came to pass that the great Joey Calabrese found himself lapping his tongue along his rival Mafioso’s hairy asscrack, kissing Vitale’s hair-flecked asscheeks, and circling his tongue around and into Nick’s hairy hole, as Nick moaned and groaned and felt like he might actually cum just from this stimulation, so horned-up was he from all the teasing and denial, yet the Asian duo seemed to sadistically know just how much stimulation to allow Nick to have. Just the same, Nick figured that this was just his own dazed imagination since he was now convinced that his servants were totally on his side again, Nick so glad that Joey was caught on cam doing all of this and sure that Kenji could edit out Vitale’s own face so that Nick could use the film to silence Joey for good, that is on top of having Guido and Vinny off the fucker for good measure. Things were working out just fine now, Vitale reasoned, totally relieved.

Nick’s imagined relief was short-lived, however, when Kenji suddenly ordered Joey to reverse and re-position himself in a “69” position at gunpoint, which the vengeful Joey was himself happy to do, the bound Vitale now being faced with Joey’s own rampant cock in his face at gunpoint himself (with his own gun, yet!) whereupon the butch Mafioso duo found themselves forced to suck each other’s rampant dicks, all caught on cam from many angles. Worse, while both were inexpert virgin cocksuckers, the younger Joey’s raging hormones and the mental fact that his own pecker was being forced to be sucked by rival Mafioso Vitale was such a vengeful turn-on to Joey that the master bedroom echoed with his cries of “OH SHITTT!!! I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!!!!! YEAH TAKE IT ALL VITALE!!! I HOPE YOUZE CHOKES ON ALL MY FUCKIN’ CUM!!!!” whereupon the cameras caught Joey’s massive cum explosion which overflowed Vitale’s outraged mouth only to withdraw and spray all over Vitale’s hairy chest, abs and all over the bed in volcanic ribbons of pent-up gangster cum, as Vitale cursed and tried to spit out what he could, the rest of his rival’s sperm bombs dripping off of his hunky body while poor Vitale once again lay panting, cum-denied and blue-balled.

Kenji then ordered the panting Joey at gunpoint over to one side of the master bedroom where he was cuffed to Vitale’s chinning bar that Nick used for his morning pull-ups, the naked hood still panting from his recent orgasm, suspended balls-ass-naked from the chinning bar his hairy, sweaty armpits totally exposed.

“WHA DA FUCK DO YOUZE FUCKIN’ JAP HOMOS THINK YER DOIN’ NOW!!!?? PUT ME DOWN FROM HERE YOU ASSHOLES!! YOU ARE SO FUCKIN’ DEAD FOR THIS!!” fumed naked gangster Joey, to no avail, and to the cackles of Ito and Kenji, the Asian duo having perfected their “demented Asian cackle” that sent chills down Joey’s spine. Joey had seen his share of WW2 matinees depicting the antics of sadistic Japanese prison guards-“dese fuckers are capable of all kinds of weird shit” worried Joey to himself although outwardly brave and glaring at his captors.

Joey could now only look on dumbfounded as Ito and Kenji simply ignored him and left him to stew, the suspended mobster’s cock still dripping cum from his recent orgasm, and approached the still bound Vitale whose hairy muscular legs were still raised high above him and attached to the ceiling fan mount.

Vitale, outraged, vociferously voiced his adamant objection to having been forced to suck Joey’s cock- “WHY DA FUCK DID JA GUYS LET THAT FUCKER JOEY CALABRESE CUM IN MY FUCKIN’ FACE, ASSHOLES?? I THOUGHT YOUZE GUYS HAD COME TO YER SENSES AND WE WAS GONNA SHOW DIS FUCKER JOEY CALABRESE WHAT HAPPENS TO FUCKERS WHAT MESS WID DA GREAT NICK VITALE!! C’MON I GOT PLENTY OF MONEY- I’LL PAY YA HOMOS 10 GRAND CASH-EACH!-JUST LET ME THE FUCK GO AND WE’LL FINISH OFF THAT FUCKER JOEY CALABRESE, EH??”

“No way, oh not-so-honorable employer! But, don’t worry we’ll give the great Nick Vitale what he deserves- even let him get off this time!”

“WELL DAT’S MORE LIKE IT!! YEAH GET BACK TO SERVICING MY HOT SICILIAN SALAMI AND GET ME OFF AT LAST!!” replied Vitale, once again not realizing that “getting what he deserved” might mean something other than just finally getting his cum-denied rocks off.

“Yeah, Vitale- everything you deserve- like this!!” crowed Ito, as Ito and Kenji suddenly proceeded to whack Vitale’s upturned bare ass with their bare hands and with the gangster’s own collection of leather belts, folded in two and used to whack Vitale’s bare, hair-flecked ass and hairy asscrack and sacrosanct hole, until the naked gangster’s bare ass was fire-engine red and stinging, Vitale going “OWWWWW!!!! NOOOOOOO!!! STOPPPPPP!!! THAT FUCKIN’…HURTS!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! OWWWWWWWWW!! CUT DAT SHIT…..OUT!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” as the Asian duo just gave him more whacks on his deserving upturned ass as it lay exposed with the mobster’s hairy ankles bound to the ceiling fan mount, as he squirmed and tried to avoid the blows in vain.

Joey Calabrese was an appreciative audience as he watched while bound and suspended naked from the ceiling nearby- “YEAHHHH!!! GIVE THE FUCKER WHAT HE FUCKIN’ DESERVES!!! NICE RED ASS, VITALE!!! YEAH GIVE IT TO THE BASTARD!!” yelled Joey never losing his bone as he enjoyed witnessing rival Mafioso Vitale being abused.
Now that Vitale’s ass was heated up and the bound mobster was begging for the Asian duo to stop whaling on his ass, Joey spoke too soon, since the Asian duo next turned their attention on the tempting target of Joey Calabrese’s own exposed ass as it stood out as a perfect target, with Joey arching his back as he continued to try to free himself from his suspension bondage, the Asian duo now whacking Joey’s ass with their bare hands and Vitale’s leather belts to the latter’s shock and outrage, Joey going “OWWWWW!!! WHAT DA FUCK!!!!?? FUCKIN’ STOP THAT SHIT!!! OWWWWWWW!!! MY ASS!!!! OWWWW!!!! DAMN THAT FUCKIN’ STINGS YA FUCKIN’ JAP HOMOS!! TAKE YER FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME!!!! OWWWWWW!!! AIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” music to the Asian duo’s ears and to Vitale’s who now chimed in with “YEAHHHH!!! GIVE DAT FUCKER WHAT DA FUCKIN’ DAGO UPSTART DESERVES!!! NICE RED ASS ON YA NOW, CALABRESE!!! YEAH GIVE IT TO THE ASSHOLE!!” and soon Joey Calabrese’s own hair-flecked ass was also fire-engine red and stinging- yet if anything his own boner had yet to go down even after his recent orgasm- maybe the kinky little shit gets off on stuff like this, mused the Asian duo- anyway it was all caught on cam.

As Joey continued to mutter and curse at Ito and Kenji the Asian duo returned to Vitale, Kenji now waving his vibrating buttplug invention at Vitale’s reddened ass, all “vaseline’d” up with the best 1950’s lube. Vitale then went “OH NOOO!! NOT DAT THING AGAIN!!! NOOOOO!!! C’MON, YOUZE GUYS, WE’RE LIKE PALS, EH? C’MON YOUZE GUYS KNOW I GOT PLENTY OF MONEY AND LIKE I TOLD’JA BEFORE- I’LL PAY YA HOMOS 10 GRAND CASH-EACH!-JUST LET ME THE FUCK GO AND WE’LL FINISH OFF THAT FUCKER JOEY CALABRESE, EH??”

The Asian duo’s response was to slowly and surprisingly sensuously insert the buzzing invader into Vitale’s tight hole once again, the Asian duo correctly surmising that its virtually painless and pleasant insertion was more of a mind-fuck for hetero Vitale than had its insertion been vicious and hurtful, Vitale weirded out that the damn thing felt good, really good not realizing that the damn thing was doing a major number on his hidden prostate gland the seat of male pleasure, the horny mobster’s Sicilian salami becoming even harder than ever as the Asian duo expertly began to buttplug-fuck and then completely insert the buzzing invader into Vitale’s tight ass, Vitale going “AHHHHH SHITTTTT!! WHAT’S DAT DAMN THING DOIN’ TO ME?? IT FEELS FUCKIN’……..GOOOD!!!! YEAH STICK IT IN- C’MON OH YEAHHH THAT THING’S GONNA GET ME OFF ANY SECOND NOW!! OHHHH YEAHHHHH!!!”

Joey couldn’t resist saying “YEAH, VITALE NOW WE KNOW YER TRUE COLORS- JUST ANUTTER CLOSET HOMO CASE HAHAHAHAH!!!” as the naked, struggling hoodlum watched from his suspended bondage.

The Asian duo then paused to raise Vitale’s hairy muscular legs even higher in the air and bent over even more so that his mammoth manhood was now practically staring him in his own handsome face, only to slowly remove the vibrating buttplug from the mobster’s clinging ass with a slight farting sound, denying Vitale his needed climax once again. Then to Nick’s horror, first Ito and then Kenji took turns replacing the buttplug with their own rampant boners one-by-one fucking their deserving employer up the ass, Nick going “ARGHHHH!!! YUCK!!! OWWWW!!! NO!!!!!! STOPPPPP!!! YOU JAP HOMOS ARE FUCKIN’ MY DAMN ASS!!! NOOOOOO!!!!”

Given their arousal and the justness of their revenge it was not long until each of his servants blew another load of cum all over Vitale’s heaving, hairy chest as the hoodlum howled in outrage, and as Joey whooped with laughter at his rival’s total humiliation.

“ARGHHHH!!! WHAT A FUCKIN’ MESS- JAP CUM ALL OVER ME!!! ARGHHHHHH!!!” wailed Nick to the laughter and hoots of Ito, Kenji and Joey.

After a brief pause to collect themselves after their second orgasms, Ito and Kenji proceeded to slowly re-insert the lubed vibrating buttplug into Vitale’s ass once again, the evil device again buzzing the hood’s overloaded prostate putting Nick on the verge of his long-denied orgasm at last, and while Ito essentially buttplug-fucked Nick once again and sucked his straining boner, Kenji set about tweaking Nick’s sensitive nips and tonguing and tongue-tickling the depths of Vitale’s hairy, sweaty armpits, lapping up all the copious pit sweat in the Vegas heat with his tongue and force-kissing an initially repulsed Nick’s sensuous lips so that Nick was getting a taste of his own sweaty pits the male pheromone scent of the stud’s own sexy pits coupled with the sensual feel of having his exposed hairy armpits licked added even more sexual heat to the blue-balled cum-denied hoodlum as Ito continued to vibrating buttplug-fuck his employer.

The net result was that the bent-over, bound Nick while being thus sensuously assaulted at both ends, his sensitive nips, pits, lips, tight ass and cock all being played to the max by the devilish Asian duo could do little else but submit to the pleasure-torture he was experiencing as he stared at his own tumescent cock which was staring him practically right in his handsome face, Nick suddenly going “OHHHHH SHITTTT!!! YOUZE GUYS GOT ME DIS TIME!!! OHHHH FUCK!!! GONNA FUCKIN CUM LIKE CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!” whereupon Nick’s cum-denied prick finally erupted like Vesuvius, red-hot gangster cum flying everywhere in giant long ribbons of bolting cum most of it hitting the studly gangster Vitale square in his movie-star-handsome face, sexy green eyes and hair and squirting onto the bedroom wall behind in giant arcs of highly pressurized baby-makers that dripped down the wall behind.
“FUCK YEAH VITALE- GOTTA HAND IT TO YA- MUSTA BEEN EATIN’ YER WHEATIES, FUCKER! NEVER SEEN A FUCKIN’ CUM LIKE DAT YA HOMO BASTARD!!” crowed Joey in a back-handed sort of compliment.

Once again, Joey spoke too soon as Ito and Kenji re-directed their attention to him as he hung suspended from the ceiling. Kenji began by standing behind Joey whereupon he suddenly began tickling the bound hood’s hairy, sweaty pits and tweaking the pointed nips on his hairy chest while Ito began giving the protesting gangster a blowjob while tickling his hairy balls and taint, Joey going “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAH!! WHAT DA FUCK!!!!!??? YOUZE GUYS STOPPP THATTTT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!! HOOHOOHHOHOOO!! OH MY GAWDDDDD!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!”
After several more minutes of this treatment and when Ito suddenly shot one finger up the screaming, squirming, tickle-crazed hood’s tight virgin ass, Joey erupted down Ito’s gurgling throat as he tasted the handsome young gangster’s huge load, only to withdraw as Joey’s studly manhood continued to squirt across the room and splatter onto the floor, as Joey went “ARGGHHHHHHHH!!!! I’M FUCKIN’ CUMMIN’ AGAIN!!! OHHH SHITTTT!!!!! DAMN!!!!!!” to applause from the Asian duo.

Vitale, while pleased to have seen Joey being on the receiving end instead of him for a change, was wary when he then saw Ito and Kenji approaching his bound form bearing a bowl of water and his shaving brush from the master bathroom. Vitale supposed his “five o’clock shadow” beard was getting a bit scruffy and assumed his servants were gonna just give his handsome face a close shave. But the fact that Kenji also bore a military-type electric shaver like the ones used to give studly Marine recruits their military crew-cuts, he was concerned.

To Vitale’s horror, Kenji switched the electric clippers on and began to buzz-cut Nick’s BODY hair instead of just his scruffy beard Kenji slicing through the abundant “wheat fields” of Nick’s proudly hirsute chest, up to his totally exposed extremely hairy armpits shaving the stud down to just tiny hairs as the proudly hirsute Nick wailed “AWWWWW FUCK NOOOOOOOOOO!! NOT MY STUDLY BODY HAIR!!! THE BROADS LOVE MY SEXY CHEST HAIR!!!! NOOOOOO STOPPPP!!! PUH-LEEZE NOOOOOOOOOO!!” as the proud Nick sobbed at the de-forestation of the proudly hairy stud.
Kenji, undeterred, proceeded to use the buzzing clippers on Nick’s six-pack abs only to plunge into the hairy forest of Nick’s proudly hirsute pubic bush again shaving it down to just tiny hairs as Nick wailed in outrage and humiliation, only for Kenji to then shave Vitale’s hair-flecked ass, hairy asscrack and hair-holed (now-not-quite-virgin) hole easily accomplished by his bound, bent-over position before shaving Nick’s manly hairy legs, all down to just tiny hairs.

As Nick continued to sob, Ito picked up all the hair that had been shaved off putting it in little paper bags marked “pits,” “chest,” “pubes,” “ass,” and “legs” as souvenirs.

Nick’s sexy green eyes bugged out when Kenji and Ito both began using the hood’s own shaving brush and shaving soap using the bowl of water to dip the brush into before lathering it up and then ticklishly applying it to the tiny hairs left all over Vitale’s hunky body, lathering his pits, nips, ticklish tummy, pubes, ass and legs before using a straight razor to shave the hairy Nick Vitale until his entire body below his neck was smooth as a baby’s bottom. and Nick was openly sobbing with shame at his emasculating humiliation, as Joey hooted with laughter, growing a huge boner again as he watch Vitale get shaved all over.

“OH MY GAWDDDD!! YA DAMN HOMO FUCKERS DONE SHAVED OFF ALLA MY FUCKIN’ BODY HAIR!!! I’M RUINED!!!! as Vitale gasped and sobbed, “THE DAMES’LL LAUGH AT ME, ME THE GREAT NICK VITALE!!!” as Nick continued to sob like a baby at the loss of all his manly hair.

Ito saved Nick from having his handsome head and sexy eyebrows shaved bald, too, telling Kenji Vitale looked too cute with those as they were to shave those, and besides Nick already would have to stay covered up in the Vegas heat for weeks or more until his body hair grew back.

The Asian duo then lathered up Vitale’s shaved-bald cock, balls and pink rosebud asshole with the shaving brush and lather as Nick giggled, squealed, and moaned, jacking his big Sicilian salami and finger-fucking his de-forested ass until Nick shot a huge load of cum into his own face again, Nick left totally humiliated and sobbing.

“HAHAHAHAHAAAAH!” laughed Joey noting “HEY, VITALE! YOUZE LOOKS LIKE A 10-YEAR-OLD LITTLE HAIRLESS BOY, YA GOOD-FER-NUTHIN’ FUCKER!!! A REAL HAIRLESS PANSY QUEER, AIN’T’CHA NOW? howled Joey laughing his head off at his rival’s humiliating de-forestation.

However, Joey’s laughter turned to panic when he realized that Ito and Kenji were now approaching HIM with the same shaving equipment!! Kenji and Ito soon had clippered Joey down to just tiny hairs before also lathering him up and shaving him smooth as a baby’s bottom all over, also saving his shaved hairs in tiny bags as souvenirs. Since the fucker was so cocky himself and not as cute facially as Nick, Ito let Kenji shave the hood’s head bald as a billiard ball as well, though they decided to leave him his eyebrows.

Joey howled “HOW COULD YOUZE FUCKIN’ HOMOS DO SUCH A THING TA ME!!? I’M SHAVED FUCKIN’ BALD!! I LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN’ FREAK!!!! as Joey’s tears streamed down his face as he viewed his denuded totally shaved body in the cheval mirror, Vitale too torn up himself to get much pleasure from Joey’s own humiliation, though it seemed only fitting that the fucker got his as well.

Just for fun Ito and Kenji then lathered up Joey’s de-pubed cock, balls and asshole and then jacked him off and fingered his tight hairless hole until Joey shot his third load all over the floor, cum splattering everywhere, until the exhausted, ruined Joey passed out from horror and from being drained dry of all the cum in his sexy body, hanging limp in his bonds, utterly defeated.

Ito and Kenji then left the shaved, bound Vitale to be found by his goons/enforcers/bodyguards Guido and Vinny. Unbeknownst to the Asian duo when Guido and Vinny found their boss bound and covered in cum the thick-as-planks dummies (all brawn and few brains) totally accepted Nick’s explanation that their boss had been tricked by broads into bondage by an unknown East Coast syndicate who shaved him as a “warning” and then had the broads get the boss off so that was why he was covered in cum!

Ito and Kenji fled with all the money in Nick’s safe (oh so honorable employee had secretly noted the combination when Nick did not hear the silent servant enter one day with some towels as props) the souvenirs of the two hood’s de-forestation, and of course all the many reels of blackmail film.

While leaving Nick bound to his own bed the Asian duo then forced a naked and gagged Joey at gunpoint into Joey’s car, grabbed their packed bags, cameras and blackmail films and then left Joey naked on a Vegas street where he was humiliatingly found by members of his disgusted syndicate who did not buy his story of Vitale having done this to him. If anything the fact he had been with Vitale was incriminating- the slimy fucker was probably trying to glom in on Nick’s rackets and it backfired, weakening instead of strengthening the Calabrese syndicate.

Thereafter, Vitale and Joey were scared shitless that the blackmail films of their cum-uppance would surface but otherwise went on as before, at least until the feds cracked down on the Mob and both found themselves locked up for life in different federal prisons.

Meanwhile, Ito and Kenji lived off of the $100,000 they had taken from Nick’s safe after first fleeing to Los Angeles where they lived anonymously for some time (Nick only knew “Ito” as “Ito” anyway, not his full surname which ended in “ito”, since what little money Ito was paid had been paid in cash, so the Mob, let alone dummies Guido and Vinny, had no hope of finding them to seek revenge). The Asian duo some years later fled back to Japan where they made a fortune off of Kenji’s sex toy inventions including the infamous Hitachi “Magic Wand” vibrators.

And, just today, Nick Vitale passed by some prison guards watching television as the again-hirsute, buff Nick made his way to the prison yard to lift weights the guards having tuned in the opening 1957 episode of “Bachelor Father” with “houseboy” “Peter” depicted in the opening credits in his crisp houseboy uniform seeing to his celluloid Beverly Hills lawyer employer, “Mr. Bentley Gregg.” Vitale hustled to the prison yard, horrified at the sight, which brought back some unpleasant memories!

THE END

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