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To combat the issue of bullying in our society, the government has created a dedicated department called The Office of Bully Corrections.
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The Office of Bully Corrections: Intro
by Pencil
Series: The Office of Bully Corrections

I love my job. Bullying has become such an issue on our society that the people demanded we create a government department dedicated to to fighting it. I am the local Bully Corrections Officer and I get reports, often anonymous, of bullies that need deserve justice. I show up and interview the parties involved and come up with a verdict. I then enact the penalty. I have an entourage of military trained personal to ensure that my verdicts are carried out. People are terrified of us. Our punishments usually involve corporal punishment but, more importantly, public humiliation.

There is no better way to put a bully in his place then to bully him. You may think I am talking about the typical teenaged school yard bully; and often it is someone like that. However, bullies in our society can be anyone; the overly abusive cop who takes his powers too far, the business executive who abuses his subordinates, the local high school coach or teacher, or even a father who needs some correction in the way he deals with his children. Bullies are everywhere in our society and that’s why my department gets so many requests. Its great entertainment putting these guys in their place and it’s best to do it in front of their peers or subordinates, which always adds to their embarrassment and the deterrent value.

One interesting case came from a medical student who reported that his senior medical resident was abusing his position……….

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A medical resident receives the justice he deserves for bullying his medical students including forced nudity and a humiliating spanking.
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The Office of Bully Corrections – Chapter 1: Hot Shot Doctor Gets Corrected
by Pencil
Series: The Office of Bully Corrections

Intro:

I love my job. Bullying has become such an issue on our society that we have created a government department dedicated to to fighting it. I am the local Bullies’s Correctional Officer and I get reports, often anonymous, of bullies that need to be “corrected”. I show up and interview the parties involved and come up with a verdict. I then enact the penalty. I have an entourage of military trained personal to ensure that my verdicts are carried out. People are terrified of us. Our punishments usually involve corporal punishment but, more importantly, public humiliation.

There is no better way to put a bully in his place then to bully him. You may think I am talking about the typical teenaged school yard bully; and often it is someone like that. However, bullies in our society can be anyone; the overly abusive cop who takes his powers too far, the business executive who abuses his subordinates, the local high school coach or teacher, or even a father who needs some correction in the way he deals with his children. Bullies are everywhere in our society and that’s why my department gets so many requests. Its great entertainment putting these guys in their place and it’s best to do it in front of their peers or subordinates, which always adds to their embarrassment and the deterrent value.

Chapter 1:

One interesting case came from a medical student who reported that his senior medical resident was abusing his position. Apparently, this particular medical resident – Dr. Michael Rosen – seemed to have something against this poor medical student and enjoyed picking on him during medical rounds and training activities. Dr. Rosen would often grill the poor student mercilessly, asking an inordinate amount of esoteric questions at the patient’s bedside in front of all the other students and staff trying to expose any lapse of knowledge and then berating him for it. The medical student, Nate, suspected he was Dr. Rosen’s chosen victim because he was openly gay and the constant abuse and humiliation was getting quite intolerable.

We arrived at the hospital and had that senior medical resident and the medical student meet us in an empty lecture room. Nate, told of all the abuse he had endured at the hands of this Dr. Rosen. The senior resident, Dr. M. Rosen MD, was an accomplished medical resident for his age. He was already the senior resident of his specialty and was well respected in his hospital. He was, however, also hated for being quite condescending and nasty to everyone around him. He had that self assured cocky attitude that comes from knowing that one was very competent. He obviously had a very high opinion of himself. During the interview with us he seemed quite annoyed that he was called away from his “important work” to attend to our “silly” business. He kept rolling his eyes as Nate whined on about him. Dr. Rosen then explained that some degree of humiliation was a useful learning tool and that Nate needed to be encouraged. Judging from Dr. Rosen’s arrogant tone, I didn’t think he quite understood the power I had over him or the danger he was in.

I looked the two over. Nate was rather scrawny and nerdy standing in contrast to his superior, Dr. Rosen who had a swagger to him. Dr. Rosen had fair complexion with dark wavy hair. He was clean shaven and wearing hospital greens. I took note of relatively hairy forearms and a pretty good body. I also noted the outline of a large package. Perhaps this part of his anatomy was the root of his overconfidence problem.

After a short deliberation with my entourage I announced my verdict. I informed Dr. Rosen that he was guilty of bullying and thereby sentenced to a spanking delivered by Nate his student. Dr. Rosen was flabbergasted.

“You can’t be serious?” he asked incredulously. I explained that indeed I was serious and he was to immediately expose his buttocks and face the wall so Nate could spank him 10 swats. Nate smiled shyly at the prospect of actually spanking the man who had made his last few months so miserable. Dr. Rosen protested telling me that spankings were for children and he was a respected medical resident and more importantly an adult! I cautioned him that it was in my power to make it much worse and he had better comply immediately.

“Fine” said the indignant Dr. Rosen as he turned to the wall and undid the string to his hospital pants. He lowered the back of them along with his underwear just enough to expose his white muscular butt cheeks. His hanging hospital shirt covered the upper part of his ass globes but I could still see a light dusting of course black hairs. His genital area was still completely covered. He turned to Nate, flushing with what seemed more like anger than embarrassment and asked Nate to get on with it. He then turned to me and stated plainly that he would like to have this over-with ASAP because he was about to give a lecture in this very room and he absolutely would not be seen like this by anyone else!

“Yes I understand why that would make you uncomfortable” I reassured him falsely.

“Good” he said, “so please get on with this”. Nate stepped up, looking quite awkward, he proceeded to place his hands on the firm buttock of his boss to take aim. Dr. Rosen closed his eyes and grimaced at the feeling of having this inferior man touching his naked behind. “This is ridiculous”, the doctor muttered.

I signaled to Nate to begin and I counted the swats. Disappointingly, Nate only gave half hearted slaps to the beefy buttocks of his superior. He obviously didn’t want to inflict any pain. He was probably worried about the retribution he would receive at the hands of this arrogant jerk as soon as we left. During this ineffective spanking, I walked around to get a closer look at Dr. Arrogant’s sexy ass. It was a little hairy and he was clenching his buttocks tightly. I wondered if he was doing this to decrease pain or was he trying to be less exposed. After 10 swats, Dr. Rosen pulled up his pants with a huff. He sarcastically asked us if we were all quite satisfied, and then told me that we would have to leave now so he could give his lecture.

It was clear to me that it was going take more than a simple spanking to put this bastard in his place. I then came up with a brilliant idea. “Actually, Dr. Rosen, we are not through here,” I informed him. “I have decided that we will stay for this scheduled lecture but I am changing it’s content”.

“What!?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

I continued, “The lecture will be on male anatomy and you will be the model. And your student, Nate here, will conduct some kind of examination on you.

”Impossible!“he exclaimed. He went on to tell me that they have professional models for that purpose and furthermore, the models are usually undressed somewhat and it would be completely inappropriate for him to appear shirtless or in any other unclad manner in front of students and peers.

Exactly my objective, I explained. You will appear in an undignified state in front of your peers and underlings in order to humiliate you. You will do this to appreciate how it feels to be on the receiving end of such treatment. Dr. Rosen looked shocked and glanced over at the equally shocked Nate.

“Do you feel up to it?”, I asked Nate. “Will you be able to conduct a physical examination of your senior resident here? And can you do it in a thoroughly demeaning manner?”

“I. .. I guess so”, Nate answered uncertainly, but there was some joy creeping into his expression.

“Good”, I said firmly, “so Dr. Rosen please undress completely.” Nate suddenly smiled broadly. Was he actually going to get to see his sexy superior naked? Dr. Rosen just stared at me in disbelief. “You heard me”, I said calmly, “you will strip and then stand nude at the centre of the lecture hall with Nate so that he can introduce the lesson to crowd, which I suspect will be entering any minute. Nate, You will need to explain why we are using your senior resident as a model for this lecture and when your through, Dr. Rosen will need another spanking. I do believe he deserves this don’t you?”

Nate nodded in agreement enthusiastically.

The young doctor started stuttering; “You you want me to get naked? Here? Now? In front of … is this a joke? I’m an important medical resident here, How….”.

I cut him off, “Do you really want this to get worse Dr. Rosen? Now get on with it!” My military guards moved in menacingly. Dr. Rosen started flushing profusely. He suddenly seemed to be sweating.

“I will do no such thing!” he said defiantly.

“Very well, strip him naked.” I ordered my guards. Burly men lunged at the startled doctor who instinctively stepped backwards. They grabbed at him and he tried to push them away. He shouted and cursed trying to hold on to his clothes. His air of formality was suddenly lost as he kicked and screamed the most undignified expletives. “My dear doctor Rosen”, I chided, “I thought you were an educated man! Such profanity is surely beneath you?”

In a few minutes Dr. Joshua Rosen’s hospital greens and socks and underwear were torn from his body. The guards moved away. Nate had to put his hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh. A very naked Dr. Rosen stood there in front of us, face flushed beet red and hands covering his groin. He was huffing from the exertion of the struggle. He was not looking so confident any more. He did have a pretty good body with a muscular chest and narrow waste. Dark hairs brushed over his well shaped pecs and they formed a line in the middle as they moved down his flat abdomen and joined his bushy pubes which were poking out above his hands. I let my eyes roam up and down his body as did Nate.

“Glad to see you practice what you preach and stay in good shape” I commented. Dr. Rosen took a deep breath trying to compose himself.

“This is stupid!” he managed to say. He was trying to hold on to some level of dignity.

Being experienced in these situations, I knew just what to say; “It may be true that the situation is quite laughable, but you must agree that the most laughable part of it is definitely you?” That shut him up and he dropped his eyes from our stares looking down at his feet. No doubt realizing how right I was.

Suddenly the doors to lecture hall opened and people, men and women, started walking in. Dr. Rosen turned toward them in horror and he tried to move back towards us. Jaws dropped open and people stopped in their tracks and looked our way. People from behind banged into the first ones as more walked in.

“Is that Dr. Rosen??”, one asked out loud. More piled in.

“Its Mike!”, said a surprised resident. “Holy shit! He’s totally nude!”

Many started laughing and pointing. Others were covering their open mouths. Some ladies in crowd averted their gaze but others quite enthusiastically stared. Overall most seemed quite happy with what they were seeing. Some backed out the door thinking they must of walked in on something they weren’t suppose to. Come on in I shouted to them, the lecture is about to begin.

Poor Dr. Rosen didn’t seem to know which way to move. He turned away from the doors and then realized his ass was now completely on show. He moved his hands to cover his ass, and his rather large limp dick flapped out in front of him in full view to me and Nate. He then covered his crotch again and turned back to the crowd which was getting larger. The poor man was moving about like a mouse caught between the paws of a cat.

Nate grabbed Dr. Rosen’s arm who managed to pull it away with his hands still tightly over his package. He turned to me and with his voice lowered asked me to “Please reconsider”. He went on to say that he had learned his lesson and he would make a great effort to never bully anyone again. He even added a nice “Please, let me get dressed. This is really embarrassing!” I told him that his fate was now up to his victim, Nate, and only he would decide when this would end.

Rosen didn’t like that idea. He angrily glanced at Nate and then back to me; “but he’s just a stupid med student! He shouldn’t be in a position of authority over me!” That reaction didn’t help the silly doctor and I think he realized that when Nate responded to his remark by forcibly grabbing his arm and started walking the nude doctor to the base of the raised seating. Poor Dr. Rosen had to move fast to keep Nate from pulling his hands away from his genitals. He was still trying to protect his modesty from the gathering crowd. He turned and took one more imploring look at me.

“Don t look at me”, I said as I shrugged, “Your med student is in charge now”. He then turned away and I watched his manly sexy ass wiggle, now completely on show.

Nate brought his senior resident to the front of the crowd beside a table with some medical equipment on it. He positioned Dr. Rosen to face the crowd who were now mostly sitting. The murmuring and chuckling quieted down as Nate began to talk. “So I think everyone here knows our Dr. Rosen. He has been a rather nasty senior resident to many of us, so as a punishment he will be a prop in my lecture today”. The crowd started to murmur appreciatively. Two grey haired doctors in the crowd were not amused and walked out. A few others followed but most stayed put. I’m sure that most of them were quite happy to see this bully get his comeuppance.

Nate went on; “so I will now demonstrate the cremasteric reflex. Dr. Rosen, please remove your hands from your genitals and put them on your head.” The doctor just stood there. He stared straight ahead with a shocked look of a deer caught in a car’s headlights. I don’t think he was able to hear Nate over the sound of his own pounding heart. Nate repeated himself but still Dr. Rosen stood staring like a statue. Suddenly, Nate slapped the naked man hard on the ass, “I said put your hands on your head!” he shouted. Dr. Rosen sprang into life and yelped. The audience erupted into laughter. I’m sure everyone was enjoying seeing the shy medical student taking command of that cocky medical resident like that. Nate slapped him again. Dr. Rosen reluctantly moved his hands to his head. There was such a pained look on his face, as he did so, I thought he might faint. I took a seat near the front to get a good look.

Now Dr. Rosen stood in all his naked glory, completely exposed to his colleagues and subordinates. For this moment, he was totally without position, status or any control of his situation. And his facial expression revealed how horrible that was for him. He certainly was a well built young man and he somehow looked younger now than he did when I met him. He had a muscular slender body and nice amount of hair over his pecs and abdomen and a thick pubic bush. He was also well hung and I’m sure in other situations he was probably proud to show off his body. Nate then told him to move his legs wide apart. Rosen complied quickly. I guess he was afraid of getting another demeaning slap to his ass. Not satisfied, Nate told the naked man to move his legs even farther apart. The poor man was now standing with his legs so wide apart it was difficult for him to stay balanced. This position really did show off how long his dick was and it was great to see that pendulous furry nut sack swing back and forth as he tried not to fall over.

Nate then drew everyone’s attention to Dr. Rosen’s swinging scrotum and explained the neuropathway of the cremasteric reflex. He commented that Dr. Rosen had a good scrotum for the demonstration since it was relatively low hanging. Dr. Rosen grimaced at this unwanted public attention to his privates. He was learning how different it was to be the examinee instead of the examiner.

Nate then asked his senior resident to lift his penis upwards to give the audience full visual access to his scrotum. Rosen now stood there with his legs wide apart holding his dick like a little boy about to piss.

Nate crouched down and lightly stroked the left inner thigh of his senior resident. Dr. Rosen’s left testicle responded by retracting. Nate repeated it a few times and asked that the crowd to move in for a better view. People shuffled down and everyone’s eyes were glued to Dr. Michael Rosen’s genitals. Nate repeated the maneuver on both sides. Poor Dr. Rosen again was staring ahead, no doubt trying not to think about what was happening while feeling his hated medical student touching him between his legs. His body was reacting to Nate without him having any control over it. Some of the participants seemed legitimately interested in the educational value of the demonstration but judging by the smirks and grins, most were just enjoying cocky resident’s humiliation.

“Ok now, we will demonstrate the anal wink reflex.” said Nate. Dr. Rosen’s eyebrows went up. There were more chuckles. The nude man stood back up moved his hands back to cover his groin and turned to Nate. With his head partially bowed, I heard him whisper “Nate, come on… Please.”

“Get on the table!” Nate commanded loudly. Dr Rosen whispered something again and this time Nate responded by grabbing Rosen by the shoulders, spun him around, then slapped his ass hard.

Rosen cried out like a hurt puppy and a few of the audience including myself clapped. A blushing Rosen then crawled up on the table and stood on all fours like a dog. He looked straight ahead trying to keep a straight face but I could almost feel the heat of shame radiating from his expression.

Nate then had the doctor bend his arms so he was resting on his elbows and he slapped the poor man’s back telling him to arch his back so his ass was pointing upwards. Nate then asked for some volunteers. Many hands flew up and Nate chose two other students to come down and pull Dr. Rosen’s buttocks apart to put his anus completely on display. As this was happening, Nate explained that when examining a patient, one should take every effort to protect the patient’s modesty and he or she should never be completely undressed, as Dr. Rosen was now. He reminded the audience that he was deliberately not allowing the present “patient” any cover, as part of his punishment. To emphasize his point, he asked his senior resident how he felt with his anus displayed like this. Rosen didn’t answer and I saw that he was now hiding his face by turning his neck and burying it in his own arm pit. Nate angrily slapped the naked ass in front of him and demanded an answer.

“Stop hitting me!”, Rosen shouted desperately with his voice cracking. Nate delivered several more slaps to the one of the upturned buttocks. The exposed ass cheek was turning red.

Rosen gave in “I feel embarrassed, I feel very embarrassed to have everyone looking at me like this, ok!?“. It sounded as if the poor man was about to cry.

The demonstration continued. With two medical students prying the handsome doctor’s buttock’s apart, his stretched anus was very visible. Nate pointed out that the surrounding ring of hair leading down to the sides of the dangling scrotum and the darker hue to the anal opening were typical for an adult male. Dr. Rosen’s face turned even a darker red. Nate then reached under Dr. Rosen’s belly and grabbed his flopping penis. Rosen shuttered at the sensation. “Ok everyone, you will note that when I squeeze the glans penis, the anus will contract”. Nate went on to do the experiment and indeed it had the expected reaction. Nate then went on to to invite everyone to come up and put on a glove, apply lubricant and insert a finger into Dr. Rosen’s anus to fully appreciate this reflex. Nate then added with a smirk, “Of course we don’t have to use lube but I want our senior resident to still be able to do rounds when we are finished with him”.

A line quickly formed and one by one, Dr. Rosen’s colleagues and students inserted a finger in to his ass. Nate happily squeezed Rosen’s cock for each person so the examiner could feel the sphincter contract. Some people were being gentle but others seemed to want there own piece of revenge and forcibly finger fucked the helpless man sawing in out mercilessly. Rosen was doing his best to be quiet but he couldn’t help grunting and moaning as he squirmed about on the table.

I walked around to get a look at the previously arrogant doctor’s face. His eyes were clenched shut hard and I am sure he was trying to imagine this wasn’t really happening. “How does it feel?”, I asked, “How does it feel to have your student’s hand on your dick and another’s in your ass?”

“Weird.” he managed to squeak out from between gritted teeth. I went on, “So from now on when you speak to your students and colleagues you will know how it feels to have their finger inside you, and they will picture you the way you are now; stark naked with your ass in the air. It will probably change the way you talk to them. Don’t you think?”

Before he could answer, I broke into a laugh. I saw that Nate was now squeezing Dr Rosen’s big erection. The naked man on all fours was clearly getting quite sexually stimulated. It must of been the combination of prostate stimulation while Nate was stroking and squeezing his cock. Nate was grinning ear to ear at Rosen’s inability to control himself. Finally everyone, who wanted to, had fingered the naked man, and Nate announced that he would now finish of the naughty man’s punishment with a spanking. He told Rosen to get off the table and face the audience with his hands on his head.

The sweating blushing man had no fight left in him and he meekly obeyed. He kept his eyes on anything other then the familiar faces staring at him as he crawled down from the table and got into the requested position. His erection proudly pointing up. No one could stop themselves from laughing now. A viscous drop of pre-cum was hanging off the tip of the doctors big pulsating boner. There were whistles and hoots as everyone seem to forget that they were in a formal setting. Suddenly we could hear a wet fart and lube started dripping down the mans hairy legs from his sore anus. As if it wasn’t bad enough for the once proud medical resident to have every part of his body exposed to the people he worked with, everyone was now seeing him sexually aroused with lube dripping out of his ass. Tears were welling up in his eyes ,and at that moment , I actually felt sorry for him.

Nate stood to the nude doctor’s right and suddenly whacked the naked buttocks with his left hand. Dr. Rosen stumbled forward with the force of the blow. “Get back here boy!” the now very authoritative Nate ordered. “I’m going to have to steady you better”. Rosen obediently stepped back to where he was .

Nate reached around Rosen’s body with his right hand and grabbed the doctors pulsating erection. With his left hand he gave the hardest whack yet to Rosen’s ass.

“Aaah!” Rosen shouted pathetically. His pelvis thrusted forwards but he was held back by the hand around his dick. It was hilarious.

“This is for being such a bully” Nate shouted as he continued to whack the poor naked man’s ass. Tears were plainly running down Dr. Rosen’s face and his entire body, especially his butt was red.

“I’m sorry … I’m so sorry for being a bully! Please stop!” the naked man cried, but his underling kept on whacking. Soon Rosen’s breath became laboured, “please stop”, he now only muttered, but he was gasping. By his expression, I could see that it wasn’t actually pain making him gasp but rather the consequential stroking of his hard sex organ with each slap on his ass. Again he begged Nate with a guttural voice; “Man, please stop, I’m going to..”

Nate cut him off and loudly asked “Your going to what? Dr. Rosen, Please tell us what you are about to do” Rosen didn’t answer.

I could see that Nate was deliberately manipulating the humiliated man’s erection. Dr. Rosen’s scrotum was now contracted and he looked desperately to Nate and then to the crowd in a kind of mad sneer.

With one final slap to the man’s ass, Dr. Micheal Rosen ejaculated. His cum spurted out and the first shot landed in the lap of one of the audience who responded by screaming “Oooh!”. The next few spurts fell closer to him and finally white hot cum was running down Nate’s hand. The expression on Rosen’s face was a bizarre mixture of ecstasy and shame.

Nate let go of the man. Rosen stood there panting looking down at his dripping dick. Nate flicked his hand at his senior resident and a wad cum flew onto Rosen’s chest where it landed clinging to the hairs there. The audience started clapping.

“Well I think that’s the end of our lecture today”, Nate announced as he wiped his hands onto the sweaty belly of Dr. Rosen. As the smiling crowd started shuffling out of the room a very humble looking Rosen just stood there looking down. The wad of cum visible in his chest hair and some semen still dripping from his deflating dick. Finally a compassionate look crossed Nate’s face and he gently told the senior resident that he could get dressed and go. Without looking up, a sniffling Dr. Rosen politely said “Thank you”. He dressed in silence with trembling hands. As soon as he was dressed he moved quickly out of the room not saying a word to anyone.

“Good job!”, I said, shaking Nate’s hand and I left with my entourage. Last I heard, Dr. Rosen never came back to that hospital. He eventually transferred to a hospital in another city. Apparently he was now loved by his colleagues and students and was moving quickly up the ranks of the new hospital. Nate’s confidence and performance dramatically improved after that day, and now he is senior resident of his hospital.

I am still loving my job. I ask that you send in any reports of bullying that you may come across. Please describe the bully and the circumstances. And if you don’t mind, please also describe the bully’s appearance. Together, I am sure we will be able to do the necessary “correction”.

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After giving his son a humiliating spanking in front of his friends, a stern father learns a valuable lesson when he endures the exact same treatment.
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The Office of Bully Corrections – Chapter 2: A Trip Back to the Neighbors
by Pencil
Series: The Office of Bully Corrections

Mr. O’Brien sat in his living room, trying to hide his nervousness, wondering what the Office of Bully Corrections had in store for him. He was sitting with his 18 year old son Lance. Both of them dressed neatly but casually. Mr. O’Brien had recently received an official court order to be waiting for the officer to arrive at this time.

He hadn’t meant to break the law but his son needed that spanking. Lance had hurt the Carter boy at school. Nothing serious. Mr Carter hadn’t seen it that way, however. He had called Mr O’Brien, raising all kinds of hell. Mr O’Brien was secretly proud of his son for putting that Carter kid Jeffrey in his place, but he needed to be a proper authority figure in the eyes of the community so he couldn’t let his son get away with it.

I promised Mr Carter you’d be properly punished. And you will be. After supper. he remembered saying. And you are going to spanked in front of the Carter’s after you apologize to them.

Please don’t let it be that! Lance pleaded. Not in front of that Jeffrey!

Lance tried to argue with him but Mr. O’Brien didn’t put up with insolence. He marched his teenaged son 3 blocks to the Carter house carrying his old fraternity paddle. His kid was embarrassed at people in the streets knowing what was about to happen as they saw them walk past.

And that’s exactly what happened to Lance as promised and he got it on the bare butt. Mr O’Brien almost always made him pull down his pants and underwear for his whippings. The last few times, he’d even made Lance take all his clothes off. You’re getting too big for your britches, son, so they better come off! was his dad’s line – Mr O’Brien constantly had to reproach his son about his attitude. Even the threat of having to undress completely, if only in front of his dad, caused Lance to blush. So when he had to undress in front of the Carters, Lance was mortified. Mr O’Brien was proud that he so effectively punished his son. And just so that his son would not too soon forget the lesson, he made Lance walk the 3 blocks back home in the nude. It was dark by them so no one really saw but the poor boy was almost in tears and he promised never to misbehave again.

Lance felt he was too old to be embarrassed that way. And boy, did people tease him about the incident afterwards. Like all teenagers, Lance was shy about his developing body and to be forced to show it to the neighbours and then to spanked like a little kid was just too awful.

Dad just has to stop treating me like a kid. Lance thought. He has to understand what that kind of humiliation was like! How would he like to spanked in the nude in front of people?

So shortly after that incident Lance called the Office of Bully Corrections to report his father.

Now they were both in the living room waiting for some agent of the law to come and administer some kind of punishment to Mr. O’Brien. He wondered what it could be. He probably would have to do some community service or perhaps write a letter to some judge somewhere.

Mr. O’Brien turned to his son and firmly scolded him You know son, reporting me was wrong. I was doing what was needed for you. Yes maybe I broke the law and that was also wrong. I admit it. But you shouldn’t have involved outsiders.

Well dad, I had to make you stop punishing me like that. I’m not a little kid any more and men should not be humiliated like that. Lance answered.

Son, you have a lot to learn in life and one of them is that humiliation is a good teaching tool and that’s what you needed. You should just man-up and take it and not go running to some kind of outside authority.

Lance drop his gaze, He knew he could never win an argument with his Dad. His Dad was tough as nails and was a pretty commanding character both physically and because of his authoritative manner.

At that moment, The door bell rang.

When Mr O’Brien opened it he was quite taken aback to find such a young officer. The man looked like he was in his early twenties at the most. A strapping young man with blond hair and thick lips on a still boyish face. He was wearing a tight fitting very official looking uniform.

The officer identified himself as Officer Grant and asked Mr O’Brien to identify himself. He then went on to explain the mandate of the Office of Bully Corrections and its full legal authority.

Mr O’Brien looked a little annoyed when this young officer probably, 15 years his junior clearly stated that for the day Mr. O’Brien was completely under his authority and all his orders were to be obeyed without question. Non compliance with orders would result in incarceration.

Officer Grant asked if that was all completely clear and Mr. O’Brien hesitated not sure how to answer. He didn’t like the idea of taking orders from someone so much younger and he didn’t like the idea of being treated disrespectfully in front of his son and in his own home!

“Sir, you didn’t answer fast enough,” Officer Grant stated loudly. “Turn around and grab your ankles!”

Mr. O’Brien asked if the officer was serious.

“Now!” shouted the officer making Mr. O’Brien jump. He looked over at his son who looked quite surprised and then he reluctantly turned, bent over and grabbed his ankles.

Officer Grant gave a hard slap to the seat of Mr O’Brien’s pants. It didn’t hurt much but Mr O’Brien turned red at the indignity of it. He stood back up and gave his son and the officer an angry look.

“Clear?” the officer once again shouted.

“Yes sir,” Mr O’Brien answered. He then turned to his son and calmly added “Son we should always be respectful of the law.”

“Stop talking!” the officer once again ordered. Mr O’Brien turned a little more red with anger and stood there waiting for the next order.

“Ok lets go, Mr O’Brien.”

“Go where?” he asked.

“I’m taking you over to the Carters’ to give you your spanking. That’s where!”

“A spanking ? Seriously?” Mr O’Brien stared at the young officer in amazement.

“According to our investigation, that’s where your bullying crime took place so that’s where you are going. They witnessed the crime so they will witness the punishment. Now move!”

Lance stood and walked haltingly toward his father.

Mr O’Brien stopped him “Son. You wait here for me.”
“No” the officer interrupted, “Lance is the one you spanked, remember? It’s only fair that he sees me spank you. Now hurry up!”

“Officer, you can’t be serious!” Mr O’Brien protested.

“Do you prefer to go from here to jail? Imagine the court proceedings, the public knowing that you are a criminal in prison! Do you want to be even more disgraced than you’re already going to be? Then move!” Officer Grant answered . “We aren’t driving, Mr. O’Brien, we’re walking.”

”Walking?” asked Mr O’Brien, still somewhat in a state of disbelief.

As they were walking out of the house, The young officer went to his car.  “We can’t go off without this, now can we?” He picked up a sturdy wooden paddle from the car.

Mr O’Brien was silent in shock as his son shut the door behind them. Then he burst out,”That’s my fraternity paddle! How did you get it?”

“That’s right it is, your son has graciously supplied it to us. I believe it was the instrument you used on him.”

“You aren’t gonna use it on me?” the older man responded.

“Yes, you will punished just as you punish your son. We always try to make the punishment fit the crime. Now, come on. I told the Carters we’d be there right at seven.” Officer Grant stepped behind Mr. O’Brien and propelled him forward with a hand to shoulder.

“Officer! Please! I’m an adult!”

The officer stopped. “Okay. We can take you to jail if you’d rather.”

“Come on Dad,” Lance chimed in. “You have always taught me to obey the law.”

“Yes but this is….” Mr O’Brien was obviously at a loss on how to deal with this situation. Lance took some satisfaction in that. He respected his father but very much wanted to see him get a taste of his own medicine.

“I thought you’d prefer the paddle. Let’s go!” ordered the young officer.

As they resumed their walk down the sidewalk, the appalling nature of Mr O’Brien’s predicament fully dawned on him. Here he and his son were, strolling along, with Officer O’Brien cheerfully swinging the paddle. The officer’s uniform clearly read “Bully Corrections”. Everybody who saw them would know what the father was in for. And at this time of day, the neighbourhood was quite busy, with other fathers coming home from work and kids out playing – this was summer and there was still plenty of daylight to enjoy. No one was in sight now; but Mr O’Brien, was looking around furtively at the terrifying prospect of meeting somebody. He had to be nudged forward by Officer. A car pulled up to the curb, and Mr Barton, a friend of their family, got out. On seeing the O’Briens, he waved and called hello. Then, observing the officer and paddle, he said in a mocking, grave tone,” Uh oh, somebody’s gonna get it! And I don’t think it will be Lance this time!”

The grown man blushed and he tried to muster an answer But Lance quickly answered, “Fraid so, Mr Barton, he definitely deserves this.”

Mr Barton chucked Mr. O’Brien on the shoulder playfully with his fist. “Too bad, pal,” he said, added a good-bye and walked on to his house.

Immediately after that encounter, Lance spotted a group of neighbourhood teens Lance’s age. They were playing ball directly in the path that they were taking. Lance slowed his walk and Mr. O’Brien tried to walk faster, but the officer’s hand gently restrained him. The group had now already seen the oncoming O’Briens.

To Mr O’Brien’s alarm, The officer spoke first. “Excuse us, gentleman. Mr O’Brien and we have an important appointment to keep.”

“Hi, Mr O’Brien. Hi Lance!” the teens responded. They had observed the paddle in the officer’s hand and many knew what bully corrections were. Inferring the nature of the appointment, they were quite cheerful at the thought that this tough sometimes arrogant yet respected man was about to get his butt heated.

“Way to go Lance,” one said to Mr. O’Brien’s proud son. “I wish that was my Dad,” another said.

As Lance and his dad passed on, Mr. O’Brien moaned to himself, “I can’t take two more blocks of this!” But the next stage of his ordeal was already apparent: another group of kids, this one consisting of little boys and girls.

The grown man steeled himself as they approached the brats. Catching sight of the father and son and an officer looking like a police man with a paddle, and no doubt quickly appraising the situation, one of the boys nevertheless maliciously asked, “Whatcha doin’, Mr O’Brien?”

Lance gladly answered “Oh, the officer and I are taking Dad over to the Carters’ so Dad can get a paddling!” Mr. O’Brien turned to his son to admonish him but the officer signaled to him to hush. He dispelled any merciful feeling by swinging the paddle menacingly.

“Ohhh,” said a number of the boys, obviously aware of the nature of this meeting. Some of the girls giggled. All of the kids went into a huddle as Lance and his dad passed on, and their whispering and occasional amused glances at Mr. O’Brien seemed more humiliating then anything thus far.

As the O’Briens walked away, a few of the boys broke out at last, calling in that jeering tone that only gloating little kids can master, “Mr O’Brien is gonna get it on his bare butt!”

“Officer!” Mr. O’Brien stated, hoping he would put a stop to the childish ridicule.

Lance turned and replied, “He sure is! Have fun, guys!” He then told his father, “They’re just telling the truth, Dad.”

“You mean I am gonna get it on my bare behind? While the Carters watch?”

“Hey!” the Officer stopped and gave Mr O’Brien a stern look. “Stop talking so much!”

They continued their agonizing route. But to answer your question: “Yes, you are.”

“You’re going to make me pull down my pants and underpants in front of Dave Carter and and his kid and my son?!” He stopped walking, his face going white at the thought.

“It’s worse than that, Mr O’Brien”

“You mean…”

“That’s right. You’re going to take off all your clothes for us.”

“What!? You can’t! Please no! I can’t be nude in front of kids!… And a women! I’m a grown man!”

“You made your son take ’em all off. You put him through that embarrassment, so you’re taking ’em all off too. Now, hurry up, we’re going to be late.”

He looked at Lance who smiled and shrugged his shoulders. And as much as Mr O’Brien hated being thus paraded through the neighbourhood, he dreaded even more finally arriving at their destination.

As Officer Grant knocked on the Carters’ front door, Mr. O’Brien prayed that they wouldn’t be home. He knew his hopes were in vain: Mr Carter and Jeff were no doubt eagerly awaiting them.

He was surprised that Mrs. Carter opened the door.”Hey, Miles,” she spoke. “I’ll tell my husband you are all here.”

Dave Carter came and shook the officer’s hand. Then he looked disapprovingly at Mr O’Brien. “Hello, Miles,” he said indifferently. “Come on in. We’ve been expecting you.”

He opened the door to admit his guests, and Mr. O’Brien saw Jeff, a cruel smile on his face, standing at the end of the hall. Mr Carter asked, “My wife wanted to see. I hope that’s ok.”

The officer agreed. “I’m sure Lance appreciates it as it will just make Mr O’Brien more embarrassed. Isn’t that right Mr. O’Brien?”

Mr. O’Brien didn’t answer but his blushing expression revealed his agreement.

And I kept Jeff home for the evening – just for this.

The officer tousled Jeff’s hair. ”That’s too bad, pal, but I’m going to see to it that you don’t regret it.” He gently smacked the paddle against his palm. Jeff laughed.

Mr O’Brien always felt that Dave Carter might be a repressed homosexual by his effeminate manners. ”Maybe that’s why he was so eager to participate in this humiliation” he thought.

The officer turned to Mr Carter. ”So where do you want to do this?”

“How about here– in my den.”

“Fine.” They all entered, and Mr O’Brien heard the officer tell Dave Carter, ”I’ll make him take off all his clothes for this. Now, if you think that will embarrass your wife…”

“No, go right ahead and handle this as you usually do. Mr. O’Brien knows he has a great body, always working out in the gym and strutting around. This is a great chance for him to show it off. My wife will quite enjoy the view.” He smiled at Mr. O’Brien as he said this mockingly. Mr. O’Brien was dumbfounded. He was feeling quite violated and vulnerable. “I want Jeff to learn a good lesson from this as well. About what happens to bully’s no matter how old they are.”

Jeff, who had been too busy smirking at Mr. O’Brien to listen carefully, heard his name and walked over to the officer.
“Am I going to get to see Mr. O’Brien’s bare butt?”

The group all laughed, except for Mr O’Brien. Lance was surprised at his father’s failure to say even one word of reproach to anyone.

The officer answered, “You’re going to see Mr. O’Brien’s bare everything, Jeff! He’s gonna take off all his clothes for us in just a minute! He’ll be standing there naked as a newborn baby!” Jeff clapped his hands in delight.

“Are we ready?” the officer asked everyone but Mr O’Brien. “Okay, Mr and Mrs Carter you sit here, Jeff and Lance over there, I’ll sit right here for the time being. Mr. O’Brien, you don’t sit– not now, or for quite a while.” This produced general laughter, again with the exception of Mr. O’Brien.

The audience sat on straight-backed chairs facing Mr. O’Brien , and the officer who moved another chair between them. The officer finally took his position in the chair, sitting comfortably with the paddle balanced across his knees. He gave Mr O’Brien a condescending scolding look that one normally gives a child, not a man about 15 years your senior.

“All right, Mr O’Brien,” he leaned back and placed his hands behind his neck. “Take off all your clothes.”

Mr O’Brien attempted a final appeal. “Officer, really, I think this has gone far enough. Your point has been well made.”

“Mr O’Brien,” the officer commanded, “If you don’t do just as I say, I’ll have to add a nice long jail sentence to your punishment.”

Mr Carter asked, somewhat disapprovingly, “You mean you haven’t already?”

Officer Grant tapped the paddle. “Believe me, this will be enough.” He faced his charge. “Unless Mr. O’Brien fails to cooperate.”

“I’m cooperating, I’m cooperating!” Mr O’Brien muttered and began removing his shoes. He knew how much his son loved him, and couldn’t believe that he was behind this. But he reasoned that the only way things might go a little easier would be if he did exactly what this officer said.

As he undressed, he tried to pretend he wasn’t being watched. This was easy as he removed his shirt, but became almost impossible as he pulled down his pants. Mr O’Brien felt the relentless gazes on him as he revealed breath-taking expanses of muscular body, hairy chest and abdomen and sturdy hairy limbs. At last he stood with only his underwear remaining, and hesitated once more. He was sweating profusely and he felt foolish standing in his underwear in a normal looking living room full of normal fully dressed people.

“What are you waiting for, Mr O’Brien?” the officer asked.

“Officer, please…”

“Everything!” That single word allowed no argument.

Lance smiled at his father in triumph.

Mr O’Brien blushed as he reached to lower his white cotton briefs. He pulled his underpants to the floor, stepped out of them, then kicked them away to join the pile of his other clothing. He now stood completely naked in front of his son, the Carter family and this young officer. This manly muscular man was really well-endowed, and in other circumstances would have been proud to exhibit his equipment. At the moment, however, being the only one naked, he felt at a disadvantage.

Officer Grant indicated to the group, “There he is. Naked as little baby, just as I promised!” He let this sink in; everyone get a good look at those bushy pubes, big cock and low hanging balls. He then addressed Mr. O’Brien “So is it nice being naked in front of people?”

Mr O’Brien was loath to answer, he turned even more red as he didn’t enjoy being lectured to like this but what cold he do?
“No.” he said plainly. Some anger in his voice.

“Good. Now you know what it feels like. Now the first thing you’re going to do is apologize to Lance for making him go through this.”

As awkward as it was for him to apologize to his own son, Mr O’Brien delivered a pretty decent and humble apology. Lance listened to his father intently trying very hard not to laugh.

And now apologize to the Carter’s.

“I’m sorry Jeffrey,” he said “I’m sorry Mr and Mrs. Carter.” Mr O’Brien was a little surprised with himself that he subconsciously didn’t use the Carters’ first names. But at the moment he hardly felt their equal. They both smirked evidently also feeling the differential.

Officer Grant turned to the Carter’s and asked if they were satisfied. Jeff gave his reluctant assent, but then added “He kind of smells!” The people sitting all laughed.

“Did you shower today Mr. O’Brien?”, the officer asked. “You do have some B.O. You were ordered to be clean and ready for my arrival today.”

Mr O’Brien was quite shocked at this question but he stammered a reply. “Yes… Yes I did… I guess I have been sweating … from the .. stress maybe.”

The Officer shook his head disapprovingly, “Mr. Carter would you like to check Mr. O’Brien’s personal hygiene. If he didn’t clean himself properly today, I’m going to increase his punishment.”

“Gladly” Mr Carter said as he eagerly jumped from his seat.

Mr O’Brien was ordered to stand there with his hands on his head, while his neighbour, a man who he suspected was gay, knelt in front of him and lifted his meaty flaccid cock. Mr O’Brien winced with the touch but didn’t move.

Mr Carter played around with the big man’s genitals. Getting a good feel of the sausage like member and then rolled around the weighty hairy ball bag and then lifted it to get a good look underneath. After having a good grope he stood up and took a deep sniff of the helpless man’s hairy pits.

“The bastards enjoying himself!” Mr. O’Brien thought but he stared forward obediently with red stoic look on his face. “Checking my hygiene! What am I? A kid going through puberty?! I’m a grown Man!!” He wished he could say all that, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I think he’s clean. This is fresh sweat.” Mr Carter finally announced.

“Hmm” the officer said. ”Thank you Mr Carter.” Mr Carter sat back down. “Come towards me, Mr O’Brien.”

Mr O’Brien came up close to the sitting young officer. He felt like a bad little boy standing helpless and naked in front of an adult. How ironic that this punk ordering him around was so much younger them him.

Turn around, bend over and pull your butt cheeks apart. I want a good look at how well you cleaned.

Mr O’Brien responded with an agonized look. He saw from the officer’s expression that he had no choice and he reluctantly did what he was told.

As he held that position bent over, reaching back holding his ass open, so the young officer Grant could inspect his most private area, he turned his head to the left and saw Lance covering his face, completely loosing the battle not to laugh, snickering through his hand.

He turned the other way and saw Mrs Carter shaking her head laughing, a hand partially covering her eyes. Mr Carter ,and that brat son of his, were eagerly watching. Both of them leaning forward to get a better view; the young one wide eyed with curiosity and the older one almost drooling with lust.

He turned forward trying desperately to drown out their snickers and pretend this wasn’t happening but then he heard the officer slap on a rubber glove. He braced himself for the inevitable and then his tight ass was invaded.

He slightly lurched and then despite his best attempts he grunted loudly from the sensation of the probing finger. The snickers and laughter filled the room.

After an agonizing minute the officer suddenly withdrew his finger making Mr O’Brien gasp much to his audience’s amusement.

“Ok clean enough.”

Finally he was allowed to stand up and face the sitting spectators. He was dizzy with humiliation and had to concentrate on not loosing his balance.

Mr Carter pointed a finger at his son and admonished, “Pay close attention, Jeff. This is what happens to bad men who misbehave.”

”Up against the wall, Mr O’Brien” ordered the officer. Mr O’Brien obeyed. He stood a short distance from the wall with his hands against it and his legs spread. His hunky pair of milky-white mounds flecked with course black hairs was thrust out enticingly. The young officer, content with these arrangements, asked the group sitting,”Does everybody have a good view?”

Receiving an affirmative answer, Officer Grant raised his paddle. He then noticed a slight imperfection in Mr O’Brien’s posture. ”Hey, mister, you know that’s not quite right.” Mr O’Brien, unaware of what this meant, only shuffled uneasily.

The young officer ordered, “Come on! You make your son do this all the time, now Stick that butt out!”

Jeff echoed maliciously, “Yeah, stick that butt out!”

The poor man crouched down even more. He knew from everyone’s giggling that he was making an embarrassing spectacle of himself.

His arched back and spread legs were causing him to once again spread his ass cheeks for the room. His scrotum swung visibly under that hairy region.

“His butt crack is so hairy!” announced Jeff making the spectators laugh even more.

Officer Grant pushed down on Mr O’Brien’s back arching out his ass just a little more.

“That’s more like it!” the officer approved.

Mr O’Brien closed his eyes, and after a short wait.. Smack! The paddle struck the center of his offered buttocks.

“Yeow!” he howled thrusting his midsection forward but not daring to reach back and rub his afflicted parts.

“Back in position, Mr O’Brien!” the the young man commanded. Mr O’Brien once more stuck out this butt, only now its snow-white hair specked surface was decorated with a pink rectangle.

Smack! the paddle obscured the pink area and drew another yelp from Mr O’Brien. The rectangle was now red.

The officer announced, “I think I’ll work on this cheek for a while!” He placed several smart blows on the right side of the older man’s butt. Tears formed in the man’s eyes and he pounded his fists against the wall.

“Come on Dad,” Lance encouraged, “you can take it. This is what you did to me remember?”

Smack! Officer Grant delivered a swat that Mr. O’Brien just couldn’t take.

“Oh my ass!” he yelled. He grabbed his reddened buns with both hands and began dancing from one foot to the other in a wide circle. The audience thus received an ample display of a wildly bouncing set of grown man’s hairy cock and balls.

The officer practically pushed the dancing stud back against the wall. “Now stay there! You’ve just earned yourself some extra licks!” He immediately began giving Mr O’Brien’s other butt cheek some required attention.

Jeff couldn’t help rubbing in, “Gee, Dad, Mr O’Brien’s butt is awfully red, isn’t it?”

Indeed it was. The grown man howled through his tears as the strapping young officer paddled away. He wasn’t quite keeping still, but was wiggling his bright red butt from side to side making his scrotum swing

“Oh, Officer, Sir!, please!” he begged, not believing his butt could get any hotter until the next lick of his own fraternity paddle convinced him otherwise.

“Please!” the humbled man shouted, “I’ve really learned my lesson!”

The paddling stopped at last. Officer Grant stood aside and surveyed Mr O’Brien’s glowing buns. “That looks red enough to me. But are all of you satisfied?”

Mr Carter answered for them. “Yes I think that is enough. He had the arrogance to suggest I spank my boy before he left here last time. I think he now finally understands what this punishment really is.”

“Okay, Mr O’Brien, you can go stand in the corner for a while.” Mr O’Brien obeyed. Lance and Jeff went up and carefully surveyed the well-blistered man butt
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Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Carter chatted with the officer about how many bullies needed to be put in their place these days. Mrs Carter went to the kitchen to fix coffee for them, and even brought Mr O’Brien one in his corner which he declined.

He fumed in his corner to himself. How can a grown man be treated like this? Standing here naked, red butt on display while they all chat! Its just not right. How would officer Grant like a taste of his own medicine? He imagined the strapping young man bare ass naked, bending over getting his plump ass pummeled. I bet I could make that cocky bastard cry with one stroke.

He tried to image Officer Grant with his bare ass cheeks reddening. He wondered white kind of body the young man had. He could see through the uniform that Grant was well built but was he hairy or smooth? Did he have a tan line? Was he well hung? He hated that Officer Grant was thoroughly familiar with every inch of his own body but he could only imagine how the younger man looked naked. How demeaning. How he would love to equalize things!

His thoughts were interrupted by Jeffrey shouting, “He has a boner!”

He looked down at himself and was horrified to see the kid was right. Did he get aroused thinking about another man naked? The shame was overwhelming. This never happened before!

“Turn around!” Officer Grant commanded.

Mr O’Brien hesitated. He tried desperately to think of something else so as to loose his erection.

“Now!”Grant repeated.

Mr O’Brien reluctantly turned around revealing his big hard cock to the room.

Lance covered his face apparently finally feeling shame for his father. Mrs Carter grabbed her son Jeffrey and pulled him out of the room despite his protests. Mr Carter stared lewdly.

Officer Grant was scornful. “Why on earth would you be turned on by this? Is this why you like spanking others?”

O’Brien tried to answer but when he peered into those steeley blue eyes of the handsome young officer, he couldn’t help again imagining the young man naked and his boner raged on.

“Were you jerking off in the corner there or something?! Maybe we should make you do that now!” Officer Grant admonished. “Or maybe you need to shoot your load right here in this living room!”

“No please officer!” Mr O’Brien now said through tears. “I don’t know why this is happening.” He looked again at that pervert Carter staring at him and felt totally violated.

“Please officer, don’t make me do that. Not in front of my own son and Mr Carter.” The big man was begging.

“Fine,” the officer said. “I’m so disgusted that I’m going to leave. Your son Lance will take you home and then this session will be considered over.”

“Thank you Officer” the previously proud man said, hating himself for being such a little sissy.

The officer said his farewells and left, telling Mr O’Brien that he was now in the custody of his son Lance until the end of the day. With the hot officer gone, Mr O’Brien relaxed somewhat and erection faded.

“So have you learned not to spank me any more Dad?” Lance said. “It won’t happen again, will it?”

“N.” his father sniffed.

“All right, Dad, let’s go.”

Mr O’Brien bent down to retrieve the pile of his discarded clothes, but his son scooped them up and said “Sorry, Dad, but you don’t get them until we’re back home.”

The full impact of these words struck him suddenly. “You mean I’ve got to walk home– naked? Lance!”

“To reinforce the lesson, Dad. You’ve been acting like such a big man around the neighbourhood. Well, the neighbourhood is going to get a good look at you and find out how big you really are!” He added in an undertone, “It’s practically dark, and I doubt we’ll meet anyone. And if we do, they won’t be able to see anything. Or, at least, not much.”

Lance clapped the unwilling and unclothed adult on the back and nudged him out the door. He himself paused in the doorway and turned to the smirking Carter family gathered there and thanked them for their help.

It was indeed practically dark, but Mr O’Brien’s cheeks once again this evening tingled with embarrassment, this time at being forced to walk buck naked in such a very public place. They tingled even more when he realized that by tomorrow, the entire neighbourhood, now thankfully quiet, would know of his humbling.

Lance reflected a moment, then laughed. “Okay, Dad,” he picked up the paddle “Now get down in a runner’s crouch.”

Mr O’Brien obeyed and crouched over with one leg ahead of the other like a man about to sprint in a race.

Mr. Carter gratefully took in one last view of the meaty parted butt cheeks with those low hanging dick and balls swinging freely.

“Let’s see if you can make it home without anyone seeing you.”

His father nodded, silently begging for the signal so he could end this humiliation. He had assumed the traditional starting position, half-kneeling. His butt was stuck up and out, once again furnishing a perfect red target, as it had so many other times that evening. Lance didn’t fail to take advantage of the opportunity. Not with the paddle, but considerately, with his hand, he delivered a sharp smack to his Dad’s left butt cheek. “Off you go!”

The man howled as his tender butt tingled yet again, and took off. The Carters laughed at the hysterical site of a grown man running down the street in the nude. His hairy ass pumping, looking side to side to see if there were any spectators. Although his pace was somewhat slowed by his repeatedly grabbing his freshly stung butt, he ran the distance in record time.

Mr O’Brien never again used corporal punishment on his son. He did often think of that sexy hot young officer Grant and he considered making a complaint of his own to the Office of Bully Corrections.

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Another bully dad is humiliated when he receives a completely naked spanking in front of his sons, wife and a group of interested parties.
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The Office of Bully Corrections – Chapter 3: Case DILF
by Pencil
Series: The Office of Bully Corrections

I was looking over the file of the man who was about due at my office after being summoned because of his his bullying behaviour.

Apparently, Mr Jake Brock was letting his 18 & 19 year old sons run amok about the waiting area of a an airport, screaming and misbehaving. When a senior gentlemen approached this father to ask if he would reign in his children, not only did Mr Brock refuse, but, according to witnesses, he went on to verbally assault the elderly man threatening violence. The poor grey haired man meekly sat back beside his wife not knowing what to do. I was happy that someone had the good sense to complain to our office.

Mr Brock and his family arrived about 10 minutes late and were escorted into my office. When I pointed out that they were late, Brock smiled casually and mentioned that his boys were a tough gang to round up. I wasn’t amused and I looked over the man. He was one of those blue collar types: all scruff and flannel. He hadn’t bothered to shave and had a few day’s stubble on his face. He wore a flannel shirt and faded jeans and work boots. It was clear he did some kind of manual labour because he had quite a nice body. His shirt was open at the top revealing the top of muscular chest and some hair poked out. He was certainly what one could call a DILF. He didn’t seem at all embarrassed by the fact that he was late or that he was so informally dressed compared to the staff present.

He was followed into my large office by a meek looking petite wife who sat with the two boys on either side of her. Mr. Brock sat down in front of me and handed me the court order he had received in the mail.
“So what’s suppose to happen exactly here?” he asked. He spoke in a relaxed confident tone which made me wonder if he understood his predicament.

I explained how the Office of Bully Corrections works and that he had bullied that senior gentleman at the airport after his 2 boys were misbehaving and how my job was to administer the punishment.

“Hey Man, boys will be boys.” he started. He then went on to tell me that I could relax and there was no need to punish anyone because he already did a very good job of that. He turned to the two boys and told them to tell me what he did to them after that day in the airport.
“He spanked us good” the older boy offered.
“Yea,” the younger boy joined in “Dad made sure we will never do that again.”

“Oh, please give me the details, I inquired.” The older boy, looking a little embarrassed, told me how his father had given them a lecture on respecting people and then they had to get undressed and had a bare bottom spanking.

“You had to undress?” I asked. “Underwear too?”

“Yup, we were bare-a-naked.”

“He looked funny naked over Dad’s lap,” the younger boy added cheerfully.

“You did too!” the older one shot back.

“You sure were kicking a lot,” the little one persisted.

“Ok that’s enough out of you!” Mr Brock scolded.

“That must have been very embarrassing,” I asked sympathetically.

“Yeah it sure was and it hurt too. Dad’s pretty strong,” the older boy answered.

Mr Brock looked proud. “You see Mister, everything has been set straight.”

“Not exactly, I responded and turned my attention back to the boys. “You see boys, the problem was not just your behaviour, but it was also your Dad’s. He was very rude to that elderly man.”

“Ok I get it,” Brock interrupted “you want me to apologize to that old guy. He should’ve minded his own business and he is lucky I didn’t touch him.”

“Please don’t interrupt, Mr Brock” I said plainly. Jake Brock gave a surprised look to his wife at that. She shrugged in response. The boys also seemed surprised at my curtness with their father.

“So boys, you see, your father also needs to be punished. What did he say would happen to you if you ever did something like that again?” I asked.

“Uhh…” the older boy hesitated, looking uncertain how to answer.

“Go on” I encouraged.

“He said that if we did that again that we would get another bare bottom spanking. And he would do that no matter where we are, even if there is a lot of people around.”

“I see so do you think that is what your Dad needs?”

“Hey, wait one minute!” Mr Brock spoke up.

I turned towards Mr Brock and I firmly explained that I was the one in control here and he would start behaving himself immediately and would not interrupt me any more. Now the four of them looked shocked. Mr Brock stood up menacingly. Immediately the two guards in the room stood up as well. I then went on to tell Mr Brock that his fate was in my hands and he would be smart to be quiet and sit back down.

Mr Brock looked at the guards angrily. He then looked at his family They looked scared. They were probably worried that Mr Brock was going to attack me.

“Please Jake!” the petite wife spoke up. Jake Brock, red with anger, sat back down.

“So boys,” I continued “Do you think your Dad here needs a spanking?” Mr Brock’s eyebrows went up.

The boys looked confused. “I guess…” the older boy said slowly.

“Can Dads get spanked?” the younger one asked.

“They sure can.” I answered.

“But he’s really strong,” the younger son went on.

“Oh, they can get spanked alright.” I said and I turned towards Mr Brock so I would enjoy his expression at my next comment. “They can get spanked bare-a-naked just like he spanked you.”

Jake Brock’s jaw dropped open at this. His wife actually put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. Interesting family dynamics I thought.

The younger boy asked again: “But he’s really big and tough. I don’t think my Dad would let anyone do that to him. Isn’t that right Dad?” he asked turning towards Mr Brock.

“Yea, Dad would never let anyone spank him,” the older boy added. “Maybe he should just pay a fine or something.”

“Ok Boys!” Mr Brock interrupted again. “The both of you go outside and wait with your Mom. I’m going to have a talk with this guy for a while.”

“That’s it!” I shouted slamming my fist against my desk. This caused the whole family to jump with surprise. My guards smiled knowingly. I turned to Brock, “You are talking without permission.” I pointed at the wall. “Go stand in the corner!” Mr Brock just stared at me not knowing what to do. “Do my guards need to help you? Do I need to call in more? Now get there and face the corner and don’t talk till I say you can!”

“Please Honey” the wife implored.

“Madam, I don’t need your help, but thanks. I’m sure your husband does not want to spend the next few years in jail or worse.”

Mr Brock looked over at his family, red with anger, and then grudgingly got up and moved to the corner. He took a last angry look over his shoulder then faced the wall. He really did have an amazing body. That v-shaped back was obvious even through that thick flannel shirt. His faded jeans fit so perfectly to that rounded muscular ass now facing the room.

His two boys looked shocked. “Wow, no one has ever talked to Dad that way!” the younger one commented.

I then looked at the older boy and gave a sly smile. “Come now, young man, tell me the truth. When you think about how your Dad spanked you, wouldn’t you like the same thing to happen to him?”

The boy opened his mouth and shut it again. He didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, it was really embarrassing everyone seeing me naked and all… And it sure did hurt… but … I guess I deserved it.”

“So don’t you think your Dad deserves it?” I prodded. “Don’t you think it would be fun to see him naked over my lap getting his big fanny warmed? I bet I could make him kick his legs around just like he made you do.” The boy couldn’t suppress a smile at that thought.

“Yea I guess it would. “ the boy answered.

“Well then, it’s concluded.” I declared. “Mr Brock, you are to apologize to the senior couple you offended and then you are going to get a spanking in the nude.”

His youngest son laughed openly. His wife again stifled a chuckle. The oldest boy still had that guilty smile.

“That’s fucking ridiculous!” Brock answered strongly. He then turned and looked over his shoulder. “I think they should be leaving now.” he stated angrily, nodding towards his family. “They have somewhere to be. Isn’t that right honey?”

“Ah yes” she said, standing up obediently.

I didn’t appreciate the foul language that this man was displaying or his general attitude. That will be fixed soon enough I thought to myself and smiled. I told her to go the receptionist for further instructions and she hurriedly left with her two boys in tow. The two boys took some last glances at their Dad as they walked out. I could overhear them debating whether or not it was possible that their father could really be spanked as they left.

When they walked out, Mr Brock sighed with relief and turned towards me. “Ok, what is this really all about?” he demanded of me.

I did not change my stern look and firmly told him that I had already explained myself fully. Mr Brock asked me if this was some kind of a joke. I assured him I was serious. I then asked him to remove his clothes. He stared at me incredulously as I repeated my command. When he didn’t move I asked if needed help from the guards.

“Fine!” he exclaimed angrily. “If you really want to see me naked!” He started to strip. It was great seeing his hunky body coming into view as I stared. It was as good as I imagined. He took off each item of clothing and handed them to the guards. With each item he took off he blushed just a little more. When he was just in his boxers he stopped and again asked if I was serious. I answered by just staring at him. He put his hands under the waistband of his boxers and looked around at the guards then back at me, then took his hands out. “Can I just pull them down at the back for the spanking?” he asked.

“What’s wrong?” I mocked. “Feeling shy?”

“Well, I’m not really use to stripping for a bunch of dudes.” he quipped. I asked him if he allowed his sons any modesty when they were spanked. “They are just boys!” he answered harshly. “I’m a man!”

I told him that he may indeed be a man but he had been acting like a child: petulant, foul-mouthed and disrespectful. He would therefore be treated like a child until I felt that he had learned his lesson.

“Fine! he repeated and pulled off his boxers. His large penis swung free, framed in a mass of curly pubes. His balls were quite low hanging and they swung freely as he handed his last garment over. The guard locked his clothes away, leaving him standing in the centre of the room stark naked. He had an angry look on his face and he didn’t bother covering himself at all. I let him stand there for a few moments looking at his amazing physique, in all its glory, until he broke the awkward silence with: “Ok, now what?”

I told him that the spanking room was down the hall and I started to open the door and gestured for him to walk out. As I did that he backed away and covered himself.

“What?” he asked. “I can’t go out in public like this!”

In a reassuring tone, I explained that our facility was not open to the public and that only staff and invitees were ever in this building. He didn’t seem very reassured and the guards had to gently escort him to the door. He was covering himself as they moved him.

“What if someone sees me? What if my kids are still around?” he said worriedly as he paused in the doorway.

“Move!” I shouted and slapped his meaty ass. He yelped and jumped into the hallway. I pointed in the direction he was to walk. It was great to see him do this walk of shame down the hallway. A few staff walked by and smiled as they checked him up and down. He shyly covered himself and tried to avoid their gaze. I walked behind him looking at his manly hairless globes moving up and down with each step. He had a faint little patch of soft hairs just over his buttocks.

Suddenly, he turned and looked at me. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Like what you see? Your kind of guy likes staring at a dude’s ass, right?”

I immediately ordered him to stop walking which he did. I then told him that he was not helping himself at all by being so belligerent. He just stared angrily at the floor as I talked. A few more people walked by as I lectured him on respectful behaviour. He held his genitals tightly as he felt the stares of the the people in the hall. He finally answered: “Ok I got it!”

“Now bend over and spread your legs!” I ordered.

“Huh?” he replied alarmed.

“You said I like staring at your ass, so now I am going to. Now bend over spread your legs wide and pull your buttocks apart.”

He glared at me for a second and then did what he was told. He bent over in the hallway and reluctantly reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. I looked down at his spread ass.

“Wider please” I continued “your ass-crack is furry, and I want to see right in there.”

He pulled his cheeks apart more and I took a good long look at his anus. So did the chuckling guards and a passing young women as she walked by and turned around to look.

I crouched behind him and put my hands around his hairy low hanging balls. He cringed as I gently squeezed. “Please” he said softly.

“You going to be good?” I asked, squeezing his testicles harder.

“Yes sir,” he sputtered out.

“Ok, good boy. Now stand up and go into that room, then put your hands on your head. Don’t take them off till I tell you. If you make any more silly remarks you will have to go about on all fours. Understand?”

“Yes”  he replied plainly. I could see I was having my intended effect.

He walked into the designated room with his hands on his head and immediately let out a gasp. In the room were seated a number of people. Some guards, a receptionist, the senior couple he’d offended at the airport and Mrs Brock and their two boys.

“Oh my!” Mrs Brock said, putting her hand to her mouth. The senior man smiled in delight. The elderly woman at first tried to avert her gaze but then couldn’t help looking straight at Mr Brock’s impressive package.

“Dad!” the 18 year old exclaimed gleefully. “You’re totally nude! Are you really going to get a spanking?”

“Quiet!” his older brother admonished.

Jake Brock had now turned crimson red as he stared at the gathering. He didn’t seem able to move. I pulled up a chair behind Mr Brock, facing the crowd, and asked him if there was anything he had to say to the elderly couple. He didn’t respond so I reached over and whacked his ass making his dick fly upwards as he thrust out his hips. “Ow!” he yelled and the room burst into laughter.

He walked awkwardly to the seated senior couple, hands still on his head and his dick now swinging almost in their faces. The elderly lady kept trying to look at Mr Brock’s face but her eyes kept darting to his groin as he spoke up.

“I’m… uh…. I’m… uh… really sorry for… uh…” he tried to form his words but he kept stuttering and couldn’t quite make a sentence. There was giggling from the crowd as he talked. He looked around at the assembled faces and reflexively moved his hands down to cover himself. He took a furtive glance at me. I glared angrily and when our eyes met, he fearfully put his hands back on his head.

He turned back to the elderly couple and once again resumed his pathetic stuttering apology. The elderly man finally cut him off with: “That’s fine! Now please get your penis out my wife’s face.” Everyone in the room, except Brock, laughed loudly at this remark.

I then told Mr Brock to lie over my lap and he stumbled towards me with a ‘deer in the headlights’ expression on his face. There were more chuckles from the group as he got into this position. I could feel his heavy package pushing onto my lap. He was quite sweaty and had that masculine B.O. Smell.

I caressed his ass with my right hand as I spoke: “Ok, Mr Brock, since you have been acting like a silly little boy, you are now going to get a spanking.” I moved my hand into the hairy area between his legs, making him squirm in shame as I continued. “You will get a spanking just like you spanked your boys until we are all quite satisfied you have paid for your poor behaviour.” I made sure he felt my fingers around the rim of his hairy anus then I pushed against his sphincter ever so gently making him clench his buttocks tight and he let out a small gasp. He was turned away from the room and I could still see him cringing with his eyes shut tightly as I violated him. I could see the two boys craning their necks to get a better view.

I then started to spank him as hard as I could. The crowd looked on with astonishment. WHACK WHACK WHACK; I went on. Soon his ass was as red as his face. He started to lurch with each swat.

“Wow!” one of his boys said loudly. “Dad’s butt is really getting red.” The spanking went on and Mr Brock, who was silent till now, started to grunt with each slap and started to squirm. I’m sure he was trying to appear strong in front of his family because he wasn’t crying out despite the pain he must have been experiencing. I went on. Soon he started to make guttural moans with each slap despite himself.

After a few minutes, his wife told me that she thought her husband had had enough.

“Dad can take it.” his youngest son commented.

“Shut Up!” his older brother responded angrily.

I continued the spanking.

“Ahh!” he started to scream with every new whack to his ass. “Stop!” He started to kick his legs wildly. I signaled for the guards to come up and hold him down against my lap. “Please stop!” he now screamed with his voice cracking. He reached behind him to protect his buttocks but a guard pulled his hand away. “Please… Please!” he begged.

Finally I stopped and he collapsed in my lap. I then told him to get off my lap. He did so slowly, obviously in pain. I had him face away from the crowd which I’m sure he was grateful for, since there were tears plainly running down his face.

“Is dad crying?” the youngest boy asked in awe.

I then told him to bend over and grab his ankles so everyone in the room could see how red his ass was. He looked at me with a pained expression and with a sigh of resignation complied. When he got into that position, he looked back at his audience from between his legs past his swinging nuts. He must have been thinking about what a horrible way it was for his sons to be seeing him.

“Not feeling so arrogant now are you, Mr Brock?” I said. “Look at what you got yourself into.”

He didn’t answer.

“Ok, does everyone think he has learned his lesson?” Everyone in the room nodded the affirmative. I turned my attention back to the bent-over naked man, his parted buttocks a fiery red in contrast to his darkly furred crack and white swinging genitals. “And have you learned your lesson, Mr. Brock?

“Yes” he said quietly.

“Yes what?!” I shouted and gave his ass another hard whack.

“Oww!” he screamed and he jumped up rubbing his buttocks. I hit him again. He cried out again and jumped up and down rubbing his behind. His dick swung wildly in front of him.

“Yes Sir! YES SIR!” he screamed.

Finally he settled down and faced the wall with his hands behind him covering his butt, his shoulders heaving with quiet sobs.

“Ok” I said “I think that is all for today, but I’d better not see you back here again. If I do, it will be a lot worse.”

“Yes Sir!”  he quickly responded and I could hear him sniffle.

I told him that there were many more embarrassing things I could do to him.

“What can be more embarrassing than that?” the older boy blurted out. I couldn’t tell if he was happy or angry at what he’d just witnessed.

The now contrite Mr Jake Brock promised he would never do anything that would ever bring him back to my office. ”I hope not” I told him. “Now you may leave. Your belongings are waiting for you at the front desk.”

The naked man shuffled out looking down at his feet; one hand covering his penis and one in his wife’s hand as she led him out. As they walked by me, she turned and gave me a grateful smile. I winked.

“Wow, look at Dad’s butt!” his youngest boy was heard saying as the rest of the group walked out.

I have, as yet, not heard of any further infractions by Mr Brock. However, just in case, I would appreciate any ideas of what should be done to him if I were to find him back in my office again. Of course, I would very much also appreciate more reports of other bullies needing correction. Ideas of how to correct them are also certainly welcome. I will be very happy to recount more such cases when I hear from you!

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The captured boys learn their fate. Art by Sherwin.
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Paintball Pirates – Chapter 4: The Next Morning
by GayStoryTeller
Series: Paintball Pirates

The door to the shed opened and light […]

Brad is the next to be captured. He suffers a tickle torture session with a mysterious man while bound in an uncomfortable position. Art by Sherwin.
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Paintball Pirates – Chapter 3: Brad
by GayStoryTeller
Series: Paintball Pirates

Brad was annoyed that Chris had fallen asleep almost as soon as he got in the car. There would be no distractions from the blowhard, Dan. Dan never stopped talking about the money he made as a bond trader, nor about the things he could buy with all his money. Brad had just graduated from art school and the last thing he could relate to was money. The only time Dan’s conversation deviated from his wealth, it was to criticize Brad’s blond-tipped hairstyle.

“Take it easy, Dan,” Jeff said. “He’s an artist.” Brad wasn’t sure if Jeff had defended him or not, but he definitely knew that he that this conversation would have to end. He looked out the car window as the rolling farmland passed by. Brad crossed his arms across his chest and blocked out the sound from the front seat. It wouldn’t be long before they got to the Paintball Park.

This was his fifth time and despite the paramilitary aspects of the game, he really enjoyed himself. He looked at Chris, sitting beside him asleep. He liked Chris, not that he knew very much about him. Chris was gay, of course, but hadn’t said so out loud. At art school, you become pretty savvy about who is gay and who isn’t. Brad was in that distinct minority of male art students who preferred women as his bedmate. It was a great gig. The women loved having a real man in class. And Brad was most definitely real.

Brad would have chosen the path closest to the jeep trail, but he had made a big deal about Chris being the captain, so when Chris chose another path for him, he couldn’t exactly refuse. So, he gave a thumbs up and jogged down the too-well-trodden path in front of him. He hadn’t gone a quarter of a mile when he came to a wooden shack with the green flag taped inside one of the windows. This was too easy. He hid in the bushes off to the side of the shack. Surely this wasn’t the green camp. It was too close and totally unprotected.
He crouched in the bushes for five minutes or so and still there was no movement inside or outside, so he decided it was worth a peak. At least he wouldn’t get shot checking it out. He got up still crouched over and hustled to the door of the shack. It was unlocked and he opened the door and jumped in. There was a single light bulb on in the room, casting a dim glow. Brad looked around warily, but couldn’t see anyone, though there was a second room in the back.

Brad decided to take the flag and run. He ran over to the window to snatch the flag when the light went off, casting the entire room in darkness. It wasn’t a flag at all, but a green board over the window. Brad knew he was in trouble, so he turned around and around shooting paintballs as often as he could. He couldn’t hear another sound, but he knew there had to be someone else here.

All of a sudden, he was grabbed from behind and lifted up off the ground. His gun was knocked from his hands. Brad flailed with his elbows at the man who had him so tightly in a bear hug, but he couldn’t seem to make contact. He kicked and kicked with his heels, but the hug became tighter and tighter, constricting his breathing. Then suddenly, Brad was thrust to the floor. He fell on his shoulder hurting it. In the dark, a number of hands grabbed at him.

Brad was picked up again and squeezed in a bear-hug. Every attempt to kick and flail was met by someone grabbing a hand or foot. The hands held fast and Brad was aware that his boots, socks, and coveralls were being removed. Soon, his undershirt and shorts were ripped from him. In a matter of moments, Brad was stripped bare.

Still in the grip of the powerful arms, he was placed into a seat. His wrists were bound in leather cuffs. Then his feet were pulled back and upwards. They were strapped into leather cuffs. When they let go of his ankles, he relaxed and his knees slipped down. Brad couldn’t image what was happening. All of a sudden, both arms were jerked violently over his head, each being pulled so far apart that he thought his arms would pull out of his shoulder sockets. When the sound of the chains jangling stopped, there was a shuffling of many feet. Then it was very quiet. Brad yelled for help.

The light went on, this time much brighter. Before him stood four men, none of whom he recognized from the game, but all of whom wore coveralls and T-shirts. The fattest of the four whispered, “Fantastic!” when he saw Brad before him. He walked towards him and run his finger around Brad’s erect right nipple. Those pink nipples were hyper sensitive and stuck out so far that Brad had to be careful of the shirts he chose. The fat man lingered on those sensitive nipples watching Brad’s face tighten and his breaths shorten. He smiled knowing that this was going to be a great session. Finally, he move his fingers across Brad’s chest, tracing the outline of brown hair that formed a light brown cloud between his pecs. Brad wriggled furiously, but refused to make a sound.

The finger traced the single line of hair down his hairless, muscle-etched abs to the bushy pubic hair below. Then the hand grabbed Brad’s uncut penis, pulling back the foreskin and stroking the glans with two fingers. Brad yelled for help.

Retracing back up Brad’s abdomen, the man’s fingers ran across the exposed ribcage and up to the lightly-haired armpit. Brad twitched at the ticklish sensation. From the armpit, he stroked across the shoulder and up the neck to Brad’s face. Despite the brown hair, his Nordic background was clear in his face. The blue eyes that peered up at the man almost glowed, so aqua were the corneas. Brad shook his head to stop the man from stroking his cheek.

“Fantastic!” the man repeated. He stepped back.

Now that the light was on, Brad could see that he was in some sort of chair with his knees bent on a bar and his feet immobilized behind him, strapped to a narrower version of the seat he sat on. His arms were, as he expected, stretched full out by chains that were bolted to the ceiling. He yanked on the chains but there was virtually no give in them. He couldn’t move his feet or legs, although he could slide his bum a little on the seat. He took a breath in and tried to break free of all the shackles at once, but nothing gave. Brad started to scream as loudly as he’d ever screamed. Nobody made a move to stop him. Brad screamed and screamed until he was exhausted. No one came to the door to help him. The four men stood in front of him, as if waiting for a bus.

When he couldn’t scream any more, Brad whimpered and hung his head. The fat man took the two steps forward and again reached out for his exposed ribs. “Are you ready?” he asked.

Brad looked up at him. “Please don’t hurt me,” he said. “Please.”

The fat man laughed. “I promise, we won’t hurt you one bit, sugar.”

“I’ll do whatever you want if you just don’t hurt me,” Brad continued.

“Again, Cherie, I promise — we won’t hurt a hair on your head. You just cooperate with us and you’ll be just fine”, the man said, his voice soothing.

“If its sex you want, you don’t have to tie me up like this,” Brad said, sounding hopeful. “I’ll cooperate.”

One of the other men laughed. The fat man stared back at his colleague. “All in good time, sweetie,” the fat man said, caressing Brad’s cheek. Tears welled up in Brad’s eyes. “Now, now, no tears, son”, the fat man said. “We’re all men here.”

Brad looked up, trying to stop the tears. “Then what do you want?” he asked.

“To tickle you,” the man replied quietly. The other three men stepped towards Brad and surrounded him. “Just relax and go with it,” the man continued. “It’ll be much easier for you that way.”

Immediately, eight hands began to tickle Brad simultaneously. These were very experienced ticklers and Brad was soon convulsed with laughter. The sensations came from all over his body — this armpits, chest, neck, thighs, feet… every nerve ending in his body spasmed at the touch of the stroking fingers. After a few minutes, Brad became very tired, especially in the diaphragm, as his abdominal muscles reacted to every touch. It became harder and harder to get a breath through the laughter. The intense sensations were coming from every part of his body. The tickling was relentless. His breaths were shorter and shorter. Then suddenly, everything stopped and it was black.

When Brad awoke, the fat man was gently stroking his ribcage. “OK, sweetie?” he asked. Brad looked up at him but didn’t say a word. “We’ll go slower. We don’t want to knock you right out, honey.” From behind him, Brad felt the soles of his feet being slowly stroked. Try as he might to wriggle free, he couldn’t. He tried not to laugh, but couldn’t do that either, finally exploding. The man behind him continued to tickle slowly for what seemed like hours. Brad laughed until he cried for exhaustion, but they never took his breath away again.

Once the man tired of his feet, one of the others began to tickle under the left armpit and rib area, extending his fingers across Brad’s downy chest to his nipple. The nipple tickling drove Brad crazy. He trembled violently, shaking his head furiously as the tickling sensations reached every nerve in his body. This only encouraged more tickling on each light pink nipple. They became more and more erect at each stroke. Brad realized that his penis was also becoming more and more erect, a matter of considerable interest to the fat man.

The fat man took a feather and gently tickled Brad’s penis, glans, and scrotum. Brad found the sensation explosive and within a couple of minutes had cum all over the red feather. “Bravo,” said the fat man. “We’ll see an encore of that, no doubt.” Brad was exhausted and hung limply from the chains.

Suddenly, the fourth man put his hand on Brad’s nipples. The electric charge of the ice cubes went straight to Brad’s brain, clearing away the cobwebs of exhaustion. The man’s hands explored Brad’s entire body, awakening each nerve ending with its icy touch. Behind the ice-bath, the tickling fingers followed, with even greater effect than before.

“Stop,” Brad gasped. “Stop.”

The men continued their slow, devastatingly effective tickling. “Soon, baby, soon,” the fat man replied. One of the men pushed Brad forward, exposing his bum. Then a feather parted his cheeks and tickled his asshole. Brad went wild. He was humiliated, but was electrified by the sensation. Again, he felt his prick stiffen. A second man lifted him slightly and the fat man grabbed his cock and stroked firmly and rhythmically for a few minutes. Brad was powerless to resist. The cum churned in his nuts and exploded out with as much force as the first time. His stomach muscles were aching from contractions and the ejaculation seemed to be the last straw for them. They began to spasm.

Brad cried out. “Stop!” At first, the tickling continued, but Brad gasped in pain and again yelled for them to stop. The men complied, lowering him firmly back into the chair.

Brad’s stomach muscles calmed and the fat man stroked them soothingly. “You did fine, Cherie,” the man cooed. “Most men don’t last twenty minutes. You’ve been going strong for over an hour. You’ll do just fine.”

Brad looked into his eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

The man stroked Brad’s exposed ribs and nipples on last time and kissed him gently on the forehead. “You’ll see, love.”

They turned and opened the shed door, leaving quickly. The fat man was the last to go. He turned to Brad, smiled, and switched off the light. Then he was gone.

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Professor Strange’s plan is finally revealed and Superman finds himself submitting to a new master in the final chapter of Todd Fleming’s hot series.
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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – […]

Next up to be captured is gay boy Chris who thinks he’s about a to have dream kinky hook-up but instead suffers a brutal whipping beyond his imagination. Art by Sherwin.
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Paintball Pirates – Chapter 2: Chris
by GayStoryTeller
Series: Paintball Pirates
Art by Sherwin

As the car entered Paintball Park, Chris awoke in the back seat. He was immediately worried that he had rested his head on Brad’s shoulder, but one look at Brad told him he hadn’t made such a gaffe. Chris still wasn’t sure whether he knew Brad and Jeff well enough to come out to them and he certainly didn’t want to initiate physical contact with them. He didn’t know this guy, Dan, except that last weekend he’d been a real macho jerk in his first time out.

Jeff turned around as they approached the Paintball Center. “This week, we’re playing teams,” he said. “I signed you guys up as one of the teams. OK?”

The three looked at each other and nodded. They didn’t know each other much, but were all pretty athletic, so they figured it would work out OK. They piled out of the car.

Chris was the only one who had to change. The other guys had worn their paintball clothes and would be changing when the game was over. Chris was embarrassed that he hadn’t prepared, but they waited patiently while he went into the shower room and doffed his overalls and boots.

When he returned to the group, they were sitting in three jeeps. He jumped in with his teammates and the three jeeps took different paths into the forest. When they got to their base, the jeep dropped them off and disappeared back the way it came. Base was a tent and a clearing, a yellow flag flying over the tent. They attached the yellow ribbons to their coveralls and sat down. It was 8:55. Just enough time to plan a little strategy.

“I’ll be captain”, Dan said.

Brad shook his head. “You’ve only played once. That’s not enough experience. Chris, you be captain this week. You’ll get plenty of chances to be captain later, Dan.”

Chris nodded his head. He realized that Brad must dislike Dan pretty intensely, because it was clear to everyone, even Chris, that he had the least leadership skills of the three of them. He was too quiet and shy to order anybody around. But he’d have to try.

“There are four paths from this base, plus the jeep track. We know that none of the other bases are on the jeep track and we couldn’t see a base as we drove here,” Chris began to say. “So let’s each take the three paths the lead furthest away from the car path.”

“Shouldn’t we leave someone here to guard the flag?” Dan asked.

“All the teams are in the same boat,” Brad replied before Chris could speak. “If we all go out, then we’ll have one more man on the offensive. I agree with Chris.”

“The forest is really dense. Once we’ve split up, it’ll be hard to find each other,” Dan countered.
“But we can all retrace our steps,” Chris replied. “I say, we split in three, mark our own trail and find the other camps.”

“OK,” Dan said, shrugging. “It’s only a game.”

They heard the game whistle and stood up. They looked at the three paths away from the jeep track. Chris pointed down one of the paths and signaled for Dan to follow it. Dan started off tentatively. He pointed at the next trail and signaled Brad down it. Brad nodded to him, smiled, and clenched his fist. “One green flag coming up!” he said, and jogged into the brush. Chris turned down the third path, but paused to look around before he left. Dan was right – the brush was dense and he’d already lost sight of his teammates. Maybe he should just stay here and guard home base. What a wimp, he thought, and marched purposefully down the path.

After he’d gone no more than a hundred yards, Chris was pushed to the ground from behind. Once on the ground, a pair of hands held Chris’s face in the dirt, while other hands pushed down on his shoulders. As his mouth was wide open, he was quite literally eating dirt. He struggled, trying to push himself up, but the bodies and hands on top of him held him down. No matter how he tried to turn his head, the hands held firm grabbing Chris’s short, black hair, pushing him further and further into the dirt. He became afraid that he would be suffocated. The other hands pulled at his coveralls, ripping them off his shoulders. Another set of hands unlaced and removed his boots, then his socks. Chris realized that he was being stripped. He had an immediate image of an orgy in the woods, a lifelong fantasy, and tried to tell his attackers that he was OK.

He relaxed, letting the attackers remove his coveralls and undershorts without a struggle. He felt his T-shirt ripped off his shoulders, which burned more than he’d thought. Then, the hands on the back of his head let go. He turned his head and looked up into the face of Dale, a young man who’d been a teammate of Chris’s last weekend. Chris had hoped to see Dale again this weekend so he could find out whether Dale was gay. If he was, Chris planned to ask him out. When he saw that it was Dale among his attackers, he smiled.

The other two guys grabbed Chris by each shoulder and hauled him to his feet. Chris had been working out for three years now and he had, he could admit to himself, an amazing body. His biceps and triceps were well-muscled; his shoulders and chest powerful, with well-defined pectoral muscles highlighted by large, erect, dark brown nipples. His chest and well-muscled stomach were covered lightly by short, black sprouts of hair. “It’s OK,” Chris said, still smiling. “It’s OK, I’m into it.” He realized that he had an enormous erection, bending his cock like a banana.

Chris saw the rage in Dale’s eyes and it terrified him. Dale lifted his hand and slapped Chris across the cheek hard. Chris took a step back, touched his cheek and started to step forward to Dale, when the two men grabbed him from behind by the shoulders. “Fucking faggot,” Dale spat. “Are you into this?” Dale punched Chris hard in the stomach, doubling him over and taking away his breath momentarily.

The two unfamiliar men yanked Chris upright, one of them pulling on his hair to bring his face up. The other slapped tape across Chris’s mouth. In the meantime, Dale took a long, heavy rope out of a bag and tied Chris’s hands together in front of him with one end. Though stunned and scared to death, Chris realized that his erection became even larger. Cocks truly have a mind of their own.

Once his hands were tied, Dale turned and began to walk off the path through the forest, yanking the rope. The others pushed Chris by the shoulders into the forest. Chris immediately stubbed his toe on a tree root, a muffled grunt coming through the tape. But Dale just kept pulling and the others just kept pushing Chris forward.

After ten minutes or so, they came to a small clearing under a large tree. One of the men climbed the tree to a solid branch that over hanged the clearing. Dale threw the rope up a couple of times before the man caught it. Then he jerked the rope up, lifting Chris’s arms into the air. The man pulled the rope up, lifting Chris higher and higher, until he was only able to touch the ground with his toes. Then, the rope was looped firmly around the branch a few times and thrown back to the third man on the ground, who tied the other end to a smaller tree on the edge of the clearing.

The three of them stood back to scrutinize their prize. Before them, on his tiptoes stood a naked beauty, exposed in every way a body can be. His body was perfect. The muscles were stretched to the limit, revealing their every sinew. Chris’s face was quite handsome. His olive skin and strong jawline were enhanced by a perfect five o’clock shadow that Chris maintained carefully.

Their captive still had his enormous erection. Dale stepped forward, looked directly into Chris’s sad, brown eyes and slapped the erect penis as hard as he could. The pain cut through Chris like a knife, but the penis bounced right back. Dale slapped it again, harder still. Chris tried to kick him, but Dale grabbed Chris’s foot and pulled him forward up off his toes. One of the other men, pushed from behind and Chris realized that he was no longer in contact with the ground. After they had lifted him a couple of feet off the ground, they calmly let go, swinging Chris back and forth. The strain on his shoulders and arms was intense, bringing burning tears to Chris’s eyes.

When he stopped swinging, the three smirking figures stood in front of him. In Dale’s hand was a doubled over leather belt, which he smacked into the palm of one hand. Chris wriggled to free himself, but there was no escape. The rope only dug more deeply into his wrists. Dale walked around Chris, all the while hitting his palm.

Chris closed his eyes in anticipation of his whipping. Nothing happened for a minute. He looked over his shoulder to Dale, who merely smiled at him and shrugged. “It’s worth the wait, buddy,” he said, sneering.

Chris turned back to face the other men, who were now rummaging through a bag at the base of the tree. Then, a stinging, burning lash cut right across Chris’s buttocks. He gasped in pain and tried to scream through the tape. Quickly, a second lash followed in the same place. The pain flooded Chris’s brain. Another lash from the belt streaked across his back, then another, then another… then everything went black.

Chris awoke to the acrid burning from smelling salts, which one man held under his nose. The second man was applying cool, damp facecloth to his forehead, which felt good. When Chris opened his eyes, they stood back. Chris realized that his hair was wet, either from perspiration or from a bottle of water. Chris looked again at Dale, who stood before him, his eyes pleading for mercy. From behind, one of the men punched Chris hard in the kidneys. The pain caused him to squeal through the tape.

His feet were lifted from behind and his ankles tied together with a thick rope. One man held the rope while another repeatedly hit the soles of his feet with a bamboo switch. Each lash was excruciating. Chris began to scream uncontrollably through the tape. He was sure he felt his skin cut and sure enough, when he looked down, he saw drops of blood on the ground. But the beating of his feet continued, until Chris began to convulse in his bounds. The beating stopped and one of the men took off the tape. Chris vomited on the ground in front of him.

Once he had stopped, one of them wiped his mouth with a torn t-shirt. “Please, no,” Chris plead, tears streaming down his face. “I’ll do anything you want if you just stop.”

Dale smiled evilly, his blue eyes piercing Chris. “But you’re doing just what we want right now.” Then he began to laugh uncontrollably, his long, white, freckled face mocking Chris. With his flaming red hair, Dale seemed to Chris to be the devil incarnate.

Before he could say anything more, one of the others slapped another piece of tape across Chris’s mouth. Dale reached down into the bag and picked out a long knotted cat of nine tails. Chris wriggled and pleaded with grunts and tears, but to no avail. Dale leaned back and with all his might, lashed Chris again across his abdomen. Chris screamed, but Dale was already whipping his abdomen again. Three, four, five lashes of the cat … Chris blacked out again.

His head hanging, when Chris opened his eyes, he saw a mass of welts and oozing cuts across his chest and stomach. Dale had moved behind Chris and began the beating again. The cat of nine tails streaked across his back, raking the already tender flesh. Again and again, Dale whipped him. Chris slumped in his restraints, losing consciousness again.

“Dale, for Christ sake, look what you’re doing!” one of the others finally said. “You’re going to kill him.”
“Shut up,” Chris heard Dale reply.

“No, Tony’s right, Dale. We’re supposed to beat him up, not beat the pulp out of him,” a third voice chimed in.
“Fuck you, wuss,” Dale replied.

“Give me the whip, Dale,” the first voice said. “You’ve already cut him up too much. The boss will string us all up if we don’t stop now.”

There was a tussle behind him, which evidently was won by the others, as one of the others walked back to the bag and dropped the whip into it. He picked out a couple of bottles of water and some rags. He tossed one of the bottles of water and handed the rags out to Dale and the other guy. The three of them walked over to Chris and roughly washed his wounds.

The guy in front of Chris looked down at his still erect penis. “Dale, I know you won’t like it, but this guy has been hard for over an hour. I’ve just got to jerk him off.” Dale grunted, while the man’s hand grasped the long, curved penis and slowly stroked back and forth. Chris ached everywhere, but somehow the warm sensation of the man’s hand on his cock filled him for a moment. It was only a few minutes until he felt the cum accumulate in his balls and shoot out like a howitzer, spewing at least three feet. The stroker laughed. “You’ve still got some power in you,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Once Chris was cleaner, they cut him down. He fell to the ground through weakness and exhaustion. He tried to stand, but the pain in his feet was intolerable and he couldn’t do it. The two other men grabbed under each arm and half-carried, half-dragged him behind Dale through the brush. A few yards from the clearing, they opened an outhouse door and threw Chris in, locking it with a padlock. Chris lay on the floor of the outhouse. His tears flowed. Totally exhausted, he fell asleep.

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Series: The Crucifixion of Seth Logan

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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Parts 10 & 11
by Todd Fleming
Series: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

Chapter 10

As the afterglow from his first orgasm faded, Superman realized what just had happen. The virginity that he had been saving for the right woman was taken away from him and there was no going back. He closed his eyes behind the blindfold as the shame of what he had just participated in flooded his mind and soul. What was he thinking when he agreed to participate in this act of depravity?

The collar around his neck seemed even tighter as he struggled to sort through his thoughts. The need to submit was stronger than ever and deep down he knew that as long as he was collared, Superman would be a submissive bottom to whomever held his leash. He had been a hero and leader almost all of his adult life, but the moment the collar was placed around his neck, it had faded away.

Superman once again tested his bonds and once again they held firm against his struggles. It began to dawn on the hero that if Hugo wished it that he would be trapped here until he was released. The trust he had for his closest friend was the only thread he could hang on to keep back the fear of being this helpless.

Footsteps walked towards him and the blindfold was removed from his face. Hugo stood over him with a gentle expression on his face.

Superman blinked under the blinding red lights from the lamps that somehow stripped his powers away from him. “Can you please let me go, master?” Superman begged softly. Like his virginity, his once proud confidence had been taken away from the hero. Much to his horror and excitement, the presence of the man who dominated him caused his cock to stir and start to harden.

Hugo silently released the hero from his bonds. “Come talk to me when you feel ready,” He instructed before he turned and walked back to his office.

The helpless hero rubbed the bruises on his wrists as he watched his friend walk away. His legs felt like jelly as he struggled to get up to his feet. The smell of cum and sweat surrounded him like an aura as Superman felt dirty and degraded. With a heavy sigh, he followed in the direction that Hugo went.

As he stepped into the office of his closest friend, Superman felt his powers return to him. The bruises on his wrists and ankles healed quickly and his pain vanished as his strength returned. His submissive nature prevailed as the collar was still firmly secure around his thick neck.

Hugo pointed to the floor at his feet and the hulking hero knelt down by the smaller man. “Would you like to share your feelings?”

Superman felt the rush of his emotions come out as he revealed his feeling to the man who was trying to help him. The Professor listened with saintly patience as the former alpha male talked about how he hated and enjoy being seduced by a total stranger.

Once he was finished, he looked up at the Professor and hoped that he would be released from this session. Hugo looked deep into his blue eyes. “I think you are progressing quite nicely. I think today’s session has helped tremendously. You seem to like being submissive and your body language suggests that you are much more relaxed than when we first started. I would like to expand our sessions starting right now. I am going to have to request that if you have any other engagements planned, that you cancel them. We are at a crucial stage of your treatment and I want to help you before I have to go back to Gotham.”

Emotions conflicted within the Man of Steel as he realized that his session was not yet done. Part of him wanted the collar off from around his neck so that he could put together his life again. Yet as he looked down at his hard erection, he could not deny that this suggestion excited him. He wanted to feel the amazing pleasure that he felt trapped in the dungeon, and Hugo was his only chance to balance his need to submit with his duties as Superman. “If you think that is best, Master, I will do as you ask.”

Hugo pointed at the table where Superman’s costume lay almost forgotten. “Go ahead and get dressed, Superman.”

The muscle bound hero rose to his feet and walked over to where costume was laid out. As he slid his tights up his legs and over his raging hard on, Superman realized that his uniform no longer gave him the pride that he normally felt when he dressed. Superman was the hero to the people and an alpha desired by women and men everywhere. Now he seemed unworthy to wear the costume as his submission and reduction to a mere sexy toy burned deep in his confused mind.

As he buckled his belt around his waist and placed the cape around his shoulders, Superman bowed his head and waited for his instruction from the man who dominated him. He desperately wanted a shower to wash away the dried cum and sweat from his body, but he was bound to the word of his master.

Hugo stood, grabbed the leash, and attached it to the collar that conquered Superman. As he approached the door, Superman stopped in fear.

“I can’t be seen in public like this!” He pleaded as the trapped erection in his tights and the dried cum on his face became painfully apparent to the helpless hero.

“Nonsense,” the Professor said dismissing the hero’s objections. “The car is waiting near the entrance and it is a short walk to the penthouse. Now be a good boy and do as you are told. I want you to keep your hands behind your back while you walk.”

As the door opened, Superman blinked as they stepped outside. He held his hands behind his back even though his wanted to cover the shameful excitement in his briefs. Bowing his head in shame and embarrassment, he followed his master to the limo that was waiting in front of the building. His cock seemed to love this humiliation as this tried to tear through his tights and briefs. Even though he had his first orgasm in the last hour, there was no hint of rest for his pleasurable erections.

The journey back to Hugo’s penthouse seemed painstakingly slow for the captured hero. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would be in this situation and worse that he would be so turned on by these acts of submission. Superman endured more embarrassment as he was led through the penthouse with his blatant erection as people watched in shock. Hugo took no mind to the other people as he led the hero up in the elevator and to his front door.

He took a sigh of relief when the door closed behind them and they were finally alone in the safe familiar penthouse of Professor Hugo Strange. Superman was led to the living room and waited with his hands still behind his back as the leash was taken off and set aside. “Take off your costume,” Hugo instructed.

Once again Superman disrobed and stood completely naked before his master. He still was not used to being this exposed before anyone, but his cock remained as stiff as a flag post.

Hugo pointed to a door next to the office. “There is a bathroom in there,” He somewhat coldly. “Clean yourself up and report when you are finished.”

Superman bowed his head in shame over his desire to be submissive as he hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

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Lois sat at her desk working humming softly to herself. Last night had been absolutely wonderful. She had her second date with Lex and the activities after dinner left a warm glow inside her that last well into today.

She had forgotten how great sex could be. The last five years she had been hoping that Superman would sexually satisfy her. Not only did he never make a move on her, but he resisted any moves she made on him. The reporter could not believe how stupid she was to pine over the muscled freak.

Being with a real man once again was a nice treat for her. She was sorry that she ever tried to paint Lex Luthor as a villain when all he wanted to do was advance humanity and leave the protection of their planet to those who were native to this world.

The phone rang on her desk, and she picked it up on the second ring. “Lane here,” She said in a professional tone.

Lois gasped and then a wicked smile crept on her face. “You are telling me that you saw Superman with an obvious erection being led on a leash by another man?”

This was too good to be true, she thought gleefully. “Do you have video or pictures of this? You do! Don’t move, I will be there in 15 minutes.”

The reporter grabbed her jacket and rushed to the elevator. Her triumph of being able to humiliate the man who led her on for five years was mingled with new understand on why they never had sex.

Superman was a gay pervert. Why she did not see this all these years was beyond her. Luthor must be right that Superman has been tricking the world all these years and convincing everyone that he was a hero when he was not.

Well she was going to nail that alien scum and show the world what a menace he truly is. Lois rushed out of the Daily Planet building. She had to hurry before Clark caught wind of this. Her partner would no doubt try to claim that it was an imposter who had sexual fantasies about being Superman. If she played her cards right, the story would be printed before Kent would get wind of this. The warm glow she had from last night intensified as she toyed with the idea of hurting the man she once thought she loved.

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Hugo heard the water in the shower turn off as he sat and waited for his patient to come back out. His plan was progressing was going even better than he thought. It had been child’s play to figure out Superman and Clark Kent were one and the same. After discovering the secret identity of Batman, Superman’s secrets had been almost too easy to discover.

The months and research it took to plan this operation were worth the effort as the Professor watched the naked hero stumble from the bathroom, his muscles glistening as they were still damp from the shower. Strange watched expressionlessly as Superman looked for his costume. His cock had managed to return to a flaccid state, but at the sight of the man who had conquered the Man of Steel, it began to harden once again.

Hugo grabbed the confused hero’s attention by snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him. Superman bowed his head and walked over to the spot with his hands clasped behind his back. “We are now going to explore you need for submission with a role play scenario, Superman. I will be your master and you will be my slave. You will submit totally to my wishes.”

Superman nodded as he moaned softly. “Yes, Master,” He said as his cock twitched with excitement as a line of precum left the mushroom head of his cock and almost hit the floor.

Hugo smiled at the progress Superman had made. His subtle mental attacks using his own technology combined with Poison Ivy’s powers and Mad Hatter’s theories had broken down the alien’s mental defenses. Normally this would not have worked so well, but Strange was also able to use his psychological profile of the alien to take Superman’s needs and satisfy them with his own mental suggestions.

The Professor stood up and slowly circled the submissive hero. Superman was indeed a magnificent specimen. Even though he never found men attractive, he could not deny that Superman was very desirable. His employer was a lucky man indeed to have hired him to train the alien in his new life.

Strange went to the end table in the living room and took out four smaller collars that have been constructed using the theories of Mad Hatter. He walked back to Superman and attached them around the ankles and wrists. This would magnify the effect of the mind control devices and squash any resistance that the alien might have left. His employer wanted Superman totally broken and he always delivered.

Superman took his new adornment in stride, but his eyes looked worried. If he only knew what kind trap that he stumbled into, the alien would be more than a little worried. The mental control Strange had over him was too strong for even the mighty Superman to resist.

Now it was time to test the control he had of the Man of Steel, Strange thought to himself. He picked up a specimen cup and held it out to the submissive hero. “Jerk off and fill your seed in this cup.”

The Man of Steel flinched as his blue eyes looked like they were filling tears. “I don’t know how to pleasure myself, Master.” He confessed with a barely audible whisper.

Hugo wanted to laugh at the confession. He knew Superman was a virgin until yesterday, but he did know that the hero even denied himself the pleasures of masterbation. This made Superman’s fall even more delicious.

With a fake sigh of frustration, Strange grabbed his slave’s erect cock and started stroking. The hero actually trembled as he was milked for his cum like a cow. His sexual inexperience was evident as it it only took a couple of minutes to have the hero shoot his spunk.

The Professor was amazed on how much cum flew from the formally virginal cock of the Man of Steel. The cup was overflowing with the first blast of cum and several more blasts. The orgasm must have been very intense for the enslaved hero because he stumbled back from Hugo’s grasp as his cock shot out spurt after spurt of cum. He watched Superman fall down on his hands and knees as he cried out in pleasure.

Hugo watched as he put the lid on the cup full of Superman’s seed as the alien’s orgasm lasted for several minutes. Making Superman cum like this was essential in many ways. First it further cemented his hold over the hero’s new submissive nature. Second his employer wanted a sample of Superman’s seed to be tested and experimented on. Finally Strange wanted to see how long before Superman would get another erection after cumming.

As the last shot of cum was fired from Superman’s huge cock, Strange looked at the mess that the alien had made. “Look at this mess,” Strange said shaking his finger. “Clean this up right now, Superman.”

The Man of Steel with his magnificent body still shaking from his second orgasm in his entire life picked himself up and looked around for something to use to clean his seed up.

“Use your tongue, slave,” Hugo commanded in his soft voice.

Superman jerked his head up in shock and looked like he was going to cry again. The humiliation that he must be feeling must be overwhelming, but it was pure pleasure for the Professor. With a defeated sigh, Superman sank back down to his knees and started lapping up his still hot cum.

Hugo watch with a slight smile on his face. He had considered being cruel during this part of Superman’s stage, but he decided to keep his soothing and gentle facade as he degraded the hero further. It would make his reinforcement of his mental control stronger if the hero thought that this was helping him. Superman’s ultimate master would have complete control of the alien when he was done.

As the last of the alien’s spunk was cleaned off the floor, furniture, and walls, Superman turned and faced his master still on his knees. Hugo wordlessly held out his hand where some of the hero’s cum had landed. Superman started licking and sucking on his master’s fingers as he closed his eyes. The Professor noticed that the Man of Steel’s cock had already returned to a rock hard state. As long as the alien was rock hard, it would squash any resistance Superman might have against his mind control.

Once his task was complete, Hugo patted Superman on the head like a pet who did as he was told. “That’s a good boy,” He purred softly. He was sure that the once mighty hero had no idea what was to come next. Hugo looked forward to breaking Superman further.

Chapter 11

Superman shivered slightly as his master patted him on the head. His body still felt the afterglow of releasing his seed and his mouth had the aftertaste of his own sperm. The humiliations that he had to endure for his therapy were frighteningly arousing to the former virgin. His cock had gotten hard again in a surprisingly short time and pulsed with greedy arousal against his rock hard abdominals.

His Master smiled as he pointed to the kitchen. “Prepare my dinner, Superman.” He instructed firmly.

For a brief second, Superman wanted to resist, but the combination of his hard arousal and the fact that this was supposed to help him squashed that thought in a surprisingly small amount of time. It was harder to think coherent thoughts other than pleasing the man who held his leash.

“Yes, Master,” The former hero said as he scrambled to his feet.

“Wait one second, Superman,” His Master said with a slight smile. He went to a cabinet and took out a small piece of cloth. The hero balked when he was it was a tiny apron with his ‘S’ shield adorned on it.

The Master went behind the hero and slowly tied the apron around his waist. The apron barely covered his low hanging balls and his cock tented the fabric with the head of the cock pressing against his symbol that once sent criminals quaking with fear. Now it was stained with precum from his leaking cock. Despite the fact that he had cummed only moments before, his cock was still aroused and ready to go.

Superman walked awkwardly to the kitchen as he felt his Master’s eyes on his back. Painfully aware that his ass was totally exposed, the hero felt the sting of this new humiliation profoundly. There also was the feeling of arousal and hunger to be humiliated further that struck the greatest fear into Superman’s soul.

The Man of Steel started cooking praying that he would do a good job. Just a few days ago, he was the most powerful being in the world and now he was almost naked preparing dinner for his master. The thought of the fall of his power and prestige sent another wave of pleasure through his muscled body. Could he really be liking this degradation, he thought hopelessly.

A half an hour later, Superman stood attentively at his Master’s side while Hugo ate the dinner he prepared. The Professor ate in silence unless he had a task for his slave to perform. His cock pulsed with hunger for the touch of his master as Superman tried to figure out what he was feeling.

The more tasks he performed for his Master, the more natural it felt to him to submit to the man who conquered him. The former hero wondered if he could submit all the time and give up being Superman. Wouldn’t it be nice to have all his decisions made for him by a strong and powerful man like Hugo? Having a kind and gentle master sent a warm feeling through his body.

Once the dinner was finished, Hugo pushed his plate aside and motioned for Superman to follow him. They walked to his office and his Master took off the precum stained apron and placed it on his desk.

“I would live to suspend the role play temporarily so that we can talk about your reactions to it,” His Master said gently as he sat in his chair.

Superman felt despair as he longed to go back to being Hugo’s slave. Only a very small part of him felt relief from the release of submission.

“How did the role play make you feel?” Hugo asked gently.

Without even realizing it, Superman sat on the floor at the feet of his therapist. “To be honest, I loved every second of it. Having all my decisions made for me was nice. It felt natural for me to assume this role.”

Hugo played with Superman’s hair as he listened. “I think this is the key to your relaxation, Superman. The combination of your sexual repression and having to always be in charge created this need for you to relieve this stress by submitting.”

Superman nodded as his friends logic made complete sense to him. His throbbing cock also agreed with this line of thinking. There was only one thing that did not make sense. “Why am I getting aroused around other men, Master? I have only been attracted to women all my life.”

The Professor smiled gently as he continue to toy with the hero’s hair much to Superman’s delight. “I do not believe you are gay, but your need to submit is intensified when you submit to a powerful man. I believe that the more powerful man you submit to the greater release and pleasure that you will get.”

Of course, Superman thought. It all made sense to him. Although Hugo Strange had no powers, he was powerful in his mind and authority. It must have been that power that Superman felt arousal for.

“I would recommend that you find someone that you can trust to do these little role playing scenarios for you. Lois is obviously not a good fit for what your psyche needs. I recommend a man of power, either physical, mental, or authoritative. This will give you the greatest release and the greatest satisfaction.”

Superman could think of only one man who he wanted to submit to. He reached up and caressed his Master’s cheeks. “I want that man to be you, Master. Please let me serve you!”

Hugo smiled as he looked down at the hero who sincerely wanted to please him. The Man of Steel could think of no other man who he wanted to submit to. Hugo had not only been a true friend to him, but has worked hard to help Superman to be become a better man. His feelings of love for the man who gave so much insight and release was more intense that what he ever felt for Lois. His cock grew even stiffer thinking of the hours of pleasure that he would have servicing his Master.

The naked hero went to his knees and passionately kissed his Master. “I love you, Master!”

Master gently stroked Superman’s cheek. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Superman followed his Master with his cock bobbing with excitement. His submissive sexual awakening felt completely natural to him and he could not wait to pleasure his master. The struggle he felt before had completely vanished and the once dominant hero accepted this new role in life.

Pushing Superman on the bed, Master took out some rope and tied the hero’s arms and legs so that the hero was spread eagle on the blankets. The Man of Steel knew that he could easily break free, but it was the last thing he wanted to do. He loved the feeling of helplessness towards his Master and would do anything to please him.

Master ran his hand down the hero’s chest sending waves of pleasure through his body. His hard rock cock quivered with excitement as the hand moved closer to his groin.

“Who is your master?” Master asked as he wrapped his hands around Superman’s monster rod.

“Oh, Rao,” Superman moaned as his master stroked his erection. “You are my master!” He gasped as he felt like he was going to shoot his load.

Master explored every part of the hero’s prone body testing to see what gave the greatest pleasure for his sex slave. Superman felt the electric shock of pleasure when his nipples were played with and the squirming feeling of sensitivity when light fingers ran down from his armpits down to his waist. It was hard for Superman to pretend he could not break free, but the pleasure he felt kept him in check.

His other two sexual encounters felt nothing compared to this as Superman drifted into a world of ecstasy and the ultimate pleasure. Every time, Master’s mouth or fingers came close to his groin, his cock would produce a river precum that covered his crotch and down his sides to the bed underneath him.

The exploration of his body seemed to take forever as Master left none of his magnificent muscled body untouched. The teasing was both tortuous and heavenly for the once powerful hero who had been reduced the a slave of submission and pleasure. His only thoughts were pleasing his Master and he would do anything that was commanded of him.

Finally Master stopped exploring his body and untied him from the embrace of bondage. Superman went to his hands and knees and kissed Master passionately. His love for Master transcended anything he ever felt before. His body and soul joining in the singing of pleasure he felt as the Man of Steel gave the ultimate submission to Master.

As he broke off the kiss, Superman looked at the bulging crotch of Master. His mouth watered as he looked up at the man he loved. “Please let me suck you Master,” Superman begged as his blue eyes looked pleadingly at his Master.

Master smiled and nodded his consent. Superman felt his heart leap for joy as he took off the belt and unzipped Master’s pants. As he freed the cock that he wanted to worship, the hero look amazed at the beautiful hardness that would give Master pleasure. This cock was almost as big as his own.

Nuzzling the cock against the smoothness of his cheek, Superman kissed the head softly and passionately as he was able to. He would pleasure Master and bring him as much pleasure as he received himself. The hero recalled everything that the stranger in the red lit room had him do earlier in the day so he could bring Master just as much pleasure.

Engulfing Master’s cock in his mouth, Superman used everything he could think of to enhance the experience. Master moaned with pleasure as the Man of Steel lookup with with his mouth stuffed with cock. His master control of his body eliminated any sign of a gag reflect and Superman was able to transform his mouth into the ultimate pussy for his Master to fuck.

As he felt Master start to get close to orgasming in his mouth, Superman realized that there was not anything he could not do for the man who conquered him and stole his heart. His pleasure did not matter to him only giving Master the ultimate pleasure.

Superman moaned with regret as Master pulled his cock out of his mouth. “I want to suck you off,” the hero begged.

Master pushed Superman on his back and lifted his muscled legs up. “I have a better idea,” he said with a smile and wink.

As the Man of Steel felt his Master’s cock brush against his ass, he understood what he must give. Before today, he would have objected to being fucked by another man, but Superman knew that this was the greatest sexual gift that he could give. He relaxed the muscles in his ass as the saliva coated cock entered inside the most private and intimate of places.

Unlike a normal man, there was no pain as his ass was invaded and fucked. As the head of the cock started to batter Superman’s prostate, pleasure that he never felt before exploded through his body. His previous sexual encounters that day had been extremely pleasurable to the submissive hero, but nothing compared to the pleasure his prostate gave to him.

Superman threw his head back as he continued being fucked as his cock grew so hard that he thought the skin would peel of his excited tool. His moans of pleasure grew louder and louder until the room was filled with his cried of ecstasy.

Master fucked him with his own moans that were drowned out by the cries of passion of the hero he conquered. The Man of Steel’s mind stopped as the pleasure he felt took control of every aspect of the former hero.

Then with a strangled cry, Master convulsed as he began to shoot his seed into Superman’s man pussy. The force of his pent up seed hitting directly to his prostate sent the hero past the point of no return. Although his cock had been untouched during the fucking, it began to quiver and convulse as the first onslaught of cum hit him in the face.

Superman screamed as the most intense orgasm, he ever felt ripped through his body. Rope after rope of cum flew out of his cock in amounts that both previous orgasms combined could not measure up to. The intense feelings that he felt were so powerful that for a second is brain shut down.

When the orgasm finally started to die down, Superman was aware that Master was kneeling by his head. Panting and covered with sweat and cum, the hero smiled as he looked up at the man who brought him this wonderful feeling. “Thank you, Master,” The hero said softly as he felt himself start to drift to sleep.

As blackness started to creep into Superman’s mind, he heard Master speaking to him softly giving him new instructions to follow. It was in the same place in his slumber that he received instructions before but the combination of the mind shattering orgasm and his love for the man who taught him to accept his new role in life made these instructions completely reinforced. There would be no more struggle and only acceptance to follow the orders of Master. Superman passed out with a smile on his face knowing that he was in a safe place.

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Three friends enter a paintball competition that isn’t exactly as it seems in this hot and imaginative bondage story from Gay Story Teller. First up…..Dan. Art by Sherwin.
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Paintball Pirates – Chapter 1: Dan
by GayStoryTeller
Series: Paintball Pirates
Art by Sherwin

Dan

Dan took another sip of coffee and glanced at his watch for the sixteenth time.  It was still 6:35, but that didn’t help much.  Dan didn’t like to be kept waiting, and especially on a Saturday morning.  Jeff was to have picked him up at 6:30 for the ride out to the paintball game.  The field was at least two hours out of town and the game was to start at 9:00, so Jeff had better get here now.  He stood up, strode over to the kitchen and tossed the remainder of the coffee in the sink.
 
On the counter was a pile of new T-shirt, boxers, and socks.  Dan grabbed them and put them into his knapsack.  Last weekend, he hadn’t heeded Jeff’s advice and had had to come home in a paint-spattered T-shirt.  This week, he would have a spare in case he got hit.  At least the field provided the coveralls, which took most of the paint.
 
Just then, the buzzer announced Jeff’s presence.  Dan picked up the knapsack and hustled over to the entry system by the front door.  He pushed a button and spoke into the box on the wall.  “I’m coming right down”, he said.

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Chris pointed down one of the three paths in front of them, signaling for Dan to head that direction.  Dan took a few steps and looked back, but Chris and Brad had already left the clearing and, as he had already guessed, they were already invisible in the dense brush.  Dan continued into the forest for a few more steps, pushing through a large fern.  Coming out the other side, he found himself looking right down the muzzle of a paint gun.  “Shit!” he muttered.  The game wasn’t five minutes old and he’d been captured.

The soldier who’d captured him wore the green ribbon of the opposition, but Dan couldn’t recall the face.  “Drop the gun,” commanded his captor, and Dan did as instructed.  The gun was snatched up by a second green commando.  This surprised Dan that the green team would dedicate two players to one capture.  He’d have to find out their strategy at the end of the game.  

“Turn around”, the first captor said.  Dan again obeyed wordlessly.  He was surprised when the second opponent grabbed his wrists and firmly tied them together.  This week’s game was far more intense than last week’s.  Dan smiled briefly – he liked it this way a lot more.  This game could become addictive.

One of the other men, grabbed Dan by the shoulders and spun him around, so that he faced them again.  Then, they pushed his shoulder to the right, indicated with their guns that he was to walk in that direction.  That seemed odd, as it would take them even further away from base camp, but perhaps these guys had a complicated strategy.  

One of the captors held Dan by the shoulder, while the other followed close behind, as they walked further into the forest.  After about five minutes, they came upon a large wooden utility shed, the kind that must have been used to store the tractor and gardening equipment in the off-season.  The first man opened the door, and the second captor pushed Dan into the dark space.  The men followed, closing the door behind them.  One of them turned a light on, casting a yellowish glow to the empty room.  The other fumbled for Dan’s hands and undid the knot holding his wrists together.

Dan turned around, rubbing his wrists though they weren’t at all sore.  He expected the others to lock him in the shed and return to the game.  “Take off your coveralls, shoes, and socks”, the leader said.  

Dan was confused by the order.  “What?”

The first captor motioned with his free hand.  “You still haven’t been hit – we don’t want you walking back into the game.”

Dan smiled and nodded.  These guys were really clever.  “OK, I get it.  You guys have played this game before I can tell.  I just hope my buddies are clever enough to win it for us.”  

The other two men smiled at each other.  “Your friends don’t have much experience, nor do they know the terrain here.  I wouldn’t bet on them rescuing you and winning the game”, the second man said.  

Dan shrugged his shoulders and unzipped the coveralls, letting them fall to his ankles.  Then he bent over and pulled them over his sneakers, throwing them towards one of his competitors.  He then removed his sneakers and socks.  When he stood upright, he faced his captors clad only in his T-shirt and boxer shorts.  

“Now we have to secure you in here,” the first man said.  The second man stepped forward and held out his hand to Dan.  Dan lifted his hand.  The man wrapped it carefully in a thin foam bracelet, then he reached into his vest and pulled out a leather handcuff.  He wrapped it tightly around Dan’s wrist, pulling the buckle as much as he could.  Dan laughed nervously.  “You guys came really prepared,” he said.  Neither of them looked at him or responded in any way.  The first man walked behind Dan and the second man raised Dan’s arm to the ceiling of the shed.  The first man bolted the other end of the handcuff into a hole in one of the cross beams.  Dan felt clammy with sweat, but still did not resist.

The two men stood back and Dan hung uncomfortably from one arm.  The ceiling was not so high that he had to stand on tiptoes, but his right heel couldn’t touch the ground.  One of the captors grabbed Dan’s other wrist and placed it a cuff, attaching it to the cross beam.  Dan was hanging stretched out in front of them.  The two men stood back and smiled.  Dan knew something wasn’t right here.  “So, I guess you’ve got me out of this game,” he said, trying to overcome a slight tremor in his voice.

“Could say that,” one of the men replied.  But still they stood there.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ninety seconds or so, Dan could contain himself no longer.  “When are you guys going back to the game?”

“We’ve got a lot more interesting game going on right here,” the leader replied, a smile crossing his face for the first time.

It felt to Dan like he’d been kicked in the stomach.  He couldn’t breathe for a second and he felt the blood rush to his face.  “What do you mean?” he choked out.

The first man reached out and touched Dan’s side, stroking the pectoral muscle under the light T-shirt.  “We’ve got everything we want right here.”

Dan kicked towards him, but they had planned this out perfectly.  At the first kick, one guy grabbed his foot and pulled it as hard as he could.  This stretched Dan out and he could only flail with his free foot, which the other captor easily grabbed.  The two men quickly wrapped his ankles in leather cuffs and fed a chain through the cuff.  No matter how he struggled, the men held tight.  One by one, they bolted the other end of the cuffs into holes in the floor, separating his feet by about three feet, stretching his legs.  Dan hung before them, stretched full out … entirely exposed.

Again, they took a step back, but this time they smiled broadly at Dan, who screamed as loudly as he could.  One guy walked around behind him and put duct tape over his mouth to muffle the screams.  

Dan’s lifted up his head and looked directly into the first captor’s eyes, pleading for mercy.  The man smiled back at Dan and stroked his ribs.  Dan’s nerves spasmed at the ticklish sensation and he wriggled away as best he could.  Meanwhile the second man revisited each cuff and bolt, tightening each element in turn, securing Dan more thoroughly.

Once complete, the two men stood back from Dan a few feet and admired their prize.  Dan had always been attractive.  He had even modeled a bit in university.  Although he had a longish face, his chin and cheekbones were very strong.  His strawberry blond hair, redder at this time of the year, was stylishly parted in the center but cut over his ears.  His blue eyes pleaded with this captors.  Dan’s long, sinewy legs were lightly dusted with reddish-blond hair.  His feet were long and tapered, with beautifully shaped toes and well-clipped nails.  It was certainly a promising beginning.  They had only to unwrap the rest of the package to appreciate their catch.

One of the men reached into his belt and drew out a hunting knife.  He reached up and inserted the knife just under the collar of Dan’s T-shirt, cutting the strands of fabric.  He reached up with his other hand, and ripped Dan’s T-shirt from top to bottom in one violent pull, revealing hairless, well-developed pectoral muscles, washboard abdominal muscles covering Dan’s stomach, and quarter-size pink nipples.  The second man murmured in appreciation, while his partner leaned forward and lightly licked Dan’s chest and nipples.  Dan tried to pull back, but couldn’t move.  

As the licking moved down his abdomen, Dan’s breath became more labored as the fury inside him exploded.  Dan had never had any truck with homosexuals.  But here he was, stretched out for the plucking by a couple of faggots planning to eat him for dinner.

The second man tapped the first on the shoulder and the first man stepped back, handing the knife to his friend, who approached Dan with a gleam in his eye and a very large smile on his face.  Dan’s face reddened as the fear and rage grew.  He wriggled in an attempt to free himself, but that seemed only to entertain his tormentors even more.  The second man touched Dan’s abdomen lightly and ran his finger down the center of his stomach, over his navel, and down to the rim of his boxer shorts.    

The man grabbed the waistband of his boxers and cut the elastic on each side.  As he turned to return the knife to his friend, Dan’s undershorts dropped slightly, revealing a healthy tuft of curly strawberry blond pubic hair.  Slowly, the man ripped one side, then the other of the boxers, until he alone was holding Dan’s briefs in his hand.  The two men stepped backward and sighed audibly, for in front of them was a six-inch long lollipop of a cock dangling between Dan’s legs.  The rosy glans hung like a near perfect heart.  The shorter captor, the boxer shorts still in his hand, stepped back towards Dan.  He lightly touched Dan’s stomach and brushed the skin as he reached down to the perfect cock in front of him.  He fondled the tight scrotum, feeling for the two testicles inside.  Then he slowly pulled on the penis.

Dan’s face was now beet red, as he was ready to explode with anger.  This was more than he could bear.  He squirmed and shook himself as much as he could, but that only seemed to make the captors more pleased with their prize.  To his utter horror, Dan watched as his captor bent over slightly and put his mouth around his cock.  The hot, wet interior of the man’s mouth was unlike anything he’d ever experienced – he was appalled.  Then the man started to pry the opening at the end of his penis with his tongue.  Dan tried very hard to urinate.  He tried and tried, but nothing happened.  Soon, the captor had engulfed the whole of Dan’s penis in his mouth and was gently moving his tongue up and down the shaft.  Dan’s breath was taken away, but he was pleased that the man could not make him erect.  

All of a sudden, Dan felt two hands caressing his chest and pinching his nipples.  In concentrating on the one man, he’d forgotten the other who had walked around and was now embracing and caressing him from behind.  The man’s hands traveled up and down the exposed flesh over Dan’s ribs.  There was a slight ticklish sensation, which made Dan nervous.  He was very ticklish and if these guys got him going, there was no telling what they could get away with.  But fortunately, the man seemed more interested in pinching his nipples and stroking the abdominal muscles on his stomach.  Soon, though his hands had traveled back to his ass and he was getting a firm massage back there.  Still he was resisting getting erect and that gave him some satisfaction anyway.  It was a war in which he had precious few advantages and he would keep them as long as possible.

The ass massage became firmer, with fingers poking at his anus.  No matter how he shook, Dan couldn’t disrupt either of his captors from their activities.  The blowjob continued despite Dan’s continuing flaccid state.  All of a sudden, he felt a finger jab through his anus, massaging the sphincter muscle.  Dan was horrified.  He immediately felt like he needed to shit.  The internal massage continued for a moment, when a second finger jabbed through.  He felt the fingers travel up his anus.  Then he felt them stroking and massaging his prostrate.  His rage intensified, but there was nothing he could do.

All of a sudden, Dan realized that his penis was becoming erect in the mouth of the shorter captor.  The four hands of his tormentors became more active, the one stroking his prostrate, the other three stroking his stomach and chest.  The blowjob became more intense and the sensations in his penis were impossible to control.  Dan was losing the battle.  Like a caged animal, he grunted and shook as much as he could, but the bonds wouldn’t give and his exertions only seemed to enhance the stimulation in his penis and his anus.

After several minutes, Dan felt the familiar, and unstoppable, gush of cum begin in his testicles.  He closed his eyes and tried to scream, but the liquid moved inexorably through his balls and into his penis.  The sucking on his cock continued relentlessly, and the captor’s tongue flickered over the glans like a snake, increasing the stimulation.  Dan leaned back as much as he could, but could not escape the inevitable.  The spasm in his cock was the most intense he’d ever experienced.  His abdomen twitched uncontrollably as he spurted over and over into the captor mouth.    

But the captor just continued his relentless sucking.  He absorbed all the cum Dan generated, which seemed to him to go on forever.  Dan’s muscles relaxed in his chains, increasing the discomfort in his shoulders and arms.  His penis was so sensitive, the tongue of his captor felt like an electric current.  Each lick seemed to stimulate more and more.

Tears welled in Dan’s eyes, but he refused to cry.  He’d been raped, but he would figure out a way to kick these pervert’s asses when he got out of this.  But rather than taking a rest, the shorter captor merely stopped his blowjob only to let the other captor begin to stroke Dan’s penis with his hand.  

The hand was clearly lubricated in something, allowing the hand to jerk quickly on his cock.  The first captor stood up and began to kick and lick Dan’s nipples and armpits, provoking more flailing.  But still the stroking of his penis continued.  Soon Dan realized that the ongoing stimulation of his penis and nipples was beginning to have an effect, as the vague stirrings in his scrotum attested.  Dan felt his face redden; his main concern was that he was soon going to cum again and he didn’t want to give these guys the satisfaction of causing not one, but two orgasms.  

The stroking became faster and the kissing and licking became more insistent, and before Dan knew it, he was again arching his back in orgasm.  This time the cum dripped in thick globs to the floor between his feet.  Still, the captor pulled on his penis, eliciting every drop of his jism.  

Again, Dan slacked in his bonds, anticipating an end to the torture, but again, the stroking wouldn’t stop.  All of a sudden, he felt sensation between his legs that felt like a raw electric wire.  The shorter captor had walked around him, sat between his legs and was now licking, ever so lightly and expertly, the soft underside of his scrotum.  Dan had never felt anything so erotic.  His cock and balls ached.  Dan was powerless to stop yet another thirty minutes of stimulation, leading to yet another arching of his back as cum spurted from his cock.  This time, the liquid was noticeably thinner and clearer and came in a much reduced stream.

Dan was sure that his ordeal must be ending and his head slumped forward.  But to his horror, his penis was again surrounded by the mouth of the smaller captor, who commenced his expert sucking and licking.  Even so, Dan’s penis was becoming softer.  Then, he felt expert fingers tickling along the rib cage and under his arms.  The exposed flesh could not resist and Dan began to laugh.  His cock hardened immediately.  Dan had no idea how long they tickled and sucked, but for the fourth time, the cum journeyed from his balls through his penis to the outside world.  This time, though, his exhaustion was total.  

Miraculously, the stimulation stopped.  It took Dan a moment to realize it.  He lifted his head with effort and looked at the two smiling men in front of him.  He looked down at his penis, bright red with overuse, and realized that his cock throbbed not from stimulation, but from pain.  One of the captors stepped forward and reached up.  He ripped the tape off Dan’s mouth.

“Bastards!” Dan whispered.

The two men laughed.  “You’re good, buddy,” one said, stroking Dan’s exposed sides.  “Ticklish, too.”

Dan tried to squirm although he no longer had enough energy to move.  “Why?” Dan asked, his voice almost cracking.

The smaller man shrugged.  “For fun and profit.”

Dan’s head sagged.  Then, with all his energy, he lifted his head and screamed as loud as he could.  It seemed to vanish in air.

“We’re at least 100 acres from anything else out there,” the taller man said, still stroking Dan’s sides.  

“Except for the wolves, of course.”  Both men laughed.

“Come on,” the shorter man said, motioning towards the door.  The taller man looked up into Dan’s eyes and smiled evilly, then he nodded and turned and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?” Dan asked.

“Away,” the larger man said without turning around.

“What about me?” Dan asked, not sure what he wanted to hear.

“They’ll deal with you tomorrow, sunshine,” the smaller man said, looking over his shoulder as they opened the door.  

As they walked out the door, one of the men turned out the light and for the first time, Dan realized that it was now nighttime.  The shed was completely dark.  He heard the door lock and the steps of his tormentors faded into the distance.  

It was cold Dan realized as he began to shiver, both from the temperature and the shock of his assault.  Dan hung his head and for the first time gave into the tears.

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A cocky business executive gets spanked after he mouths off to the wrong bar patron.
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Spanked Executive
by Anonymous
Image from BoundinPublic.com

‘Hey watch what you’re doin’, asshole! You just spilled your drink on me! came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now at this point Mark could have apologized. Actually he should have apologized, but that was not Mark’s style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply Mark was an asshole.

Truth be told Mark had been this way his whole life and at age 32 wasn’t about to change. He just got cockier with age. In high school he was the star quarterback. Then on into college his football career continued. There wasn’t a girl he couldn’t have. At 6 feet tall 185 lean pounds with broad shoulders that tapered down into a small 29′ waist that bubbled out in the back into the biggest rounded bubble butt imaginable. Not to mention his classic good looks with his deep hazel eyes and dark wavy hair. This just fueled his arrogance. And as if that weren’t enough the fact that he was the most important Ad Executive his agency had set him over the top. All this added up to one arrogant bastard in an Armani suit with designer Armani glasses.

So tonight Mark found himself in some small ‘shit hole bar’ as he had referred to it when he and his three buddies from work walked in the door. Jed had been the one to suggest the place and the minute they got there Mark had regretted coming. It was small and cramped with people that he normally would not associate with, but the he thought, ‘What can you expect from Jed. He’s not much better than most of these trashy people himself.’ So Mark decided to bite his tongue, have a few drinks and get the hell out of there.

Mark and his three friends Jed, Nick and Dean made their way to the bar for drink. Mark was sure to order something in a bottle because the bar was so filthy. A fact he wasted no time in telling the bar tender/owner. Once the men had their drinks they made their way into the crowd. They stopped near a table where three Burley men were sitting, simply because the crowd was so thick they could go nowhere else. As they stood there Mark began to tell some animated story about some ‘bitch he had bagged’ using his hands for emphasis. As he did a large portion of his drink spilled out and landed on one of the three men sitting at the table.

‘Hey watch what you’re doin’, asshole! You just spilled your drink on me! came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Without even acknowledging the man Mark continued his story, his arms moving rapidly to make his point causing more beer to spill from his bottle hitting the man in the chair next to him, again. At this the man stood and tapped Mark on the shoulder saying, ‘Excuse me asshole!’ Mark turned to face him with a look of annoyance in his eyes.

‘What?!’, barked Mark. Then he got a look at the guy. He was bigger than Mark had realized. He stood about 6’7′ and had huge biceps with a broad chest and he was all muscle. But Mark wasn’t one to back down and besides he had his three buddies to back him up. Then the man spoke again, ‘I said you spilt you beer on me! Do you plan on apologizing, prick!?’

Mark looked the big man up and down and said, ‘Flannel. It’s a flannel shirt how hard can that be to clean?’

With that the man got in Mark’s face and grabbed the lapels of Mark’s dark gray suit. Mark could feel the man’s hot breath on him. In fact the man was so close that his breath was steaming up Mark’s Armani glasses. ‘What did you say, pretty boy?!’ came the man’s response.

One of the big man’s friends chimed in saying to the man, ‘You’re not gonna take that from him are ya, Ryan?’

The big man who, Mark now knew was named Ryan just looked Mark dead in the eye and said, ‘No fuckin way!’.

At this point Mark decided he had had enough and pushed Ryan saying, ‘Get the fuck off me.’ But as Mark pushed Ryan Mark fell backwards but Ryan didn’t budge or loosen his grip on Mark’s lapels. So as Mark fell back he heard a loud ripping sound. Mark landed on the floor on his butt but as he looked up Ryan was still holding his suit coat in both hands by the lapels. When Mark tripped and fell back his coat had split right down the back and because Ryan hand suck a tight grip it was ripped right from Mark’s muscular frame.

Mark stood, pissed, ‘What the…? Hey Shithead! You ruined my suit! That was a $1,200 Armani. You’ll pay for that!’

‘No” said Ryan, ‘I don’t think so! You think you can come in here acting better than everyone! Spilling your drinks on people! Looking down on all of us but you won’t do it to me! I’m gonna bring you down a peg. I’m gonna do to you what your Daddy should have when you were growin’ up. I’m gonna spank your bare ass and teach you respect!’

Jed, Nick and Dean just sat there in shock. Never had they seen someone push Mark around like this before. Normally Mark would start a fight and expect them to jump in and help him, which of course they always did. However, not this time. Ryan was so much bigger and so much strong than any of them.

‘Fuck off pervert! Your not gonna touch my ass fag!’ sneered Mark. ‘My buddies here will help me kick yours.

That’s when Jed spoke up, ‘No man, you’re on your own. Just apologize and back off.

‘Are you for real? asked Mark as all three men nodded in agreement. ‘Well fuck you all! You’re all a bunch of pussies anyway! Who needs you!’ Then to Ryan he said, ‘I can kick your ass alone,’ although deep down inside he was scared shitless. But he couldn’t back down.

‘Let’s see who the fag is. Let’s go man!’ shouted Ryan as he grabbed both sides of Mark’s crisp clean white shirt and yank. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Went the buttons up the front as each one flew off exposing Mark’s hairless chiseled chest and rock hard abs. ‘Ha Ha Ha’, laughed Ryan. ‘Does pretty boy shave his chest?’

Mark backed up as a crowd gathered around the two men. ‘Are you insane? I had this shirt custom tailored in Italy.’ As he spoke he knew that he was dealing with someone who was not quite right in the head. Mark turned to try and leave the scene but felt two big strong hands on his back.

‘Where are you goin’, Pretty Boy?’ and with that Ryan tugged on the back of Mark’s shirt. Rrrrrriiiippppp!!!!! And with that Mark’s shirt came flying off his back.

‘Leave me alone you fucking lunatic!’ bellowed Mark as he stood there in just his dark gray suit pants and blue, red stripped designer tie and black rimmed glasses.

The crowd gathered in closer at the sight of this muscular stud being stripped of his clothing right in the middle of the bar. There were various reactions from the crowd, ranging from gasps of amazement to all out laughter. Everyone wanted to see the arrogant executive put in his place–including his three friends.

‘I believe that I owe you a spanking Pretty Boy.’ Laughed Ryan as he took a dive at Mark. Mark jumped out of the way but Ryan got the edge of his pant leg causing it to tear slightly.

‘Come on,’ pleaded Mark. ‘Why don’t one of you morons call the police.’

‘Smart’, said Ryan, ‘Insult the people you want to help you.’ With that Ryan dove on top of Mark and got him in a headlock. Mark fought as hard as he could to get free but it was useless Ryan was so much bigger and stronger than he was but he continued to fight. The crowd cheered as the two muscular men rolled around on the bar room floor. Then Mark felt Ryan’s strong hands on the waist of his pants.

He couldn’t believe it; this nut was really trying to remove his pants. Mark got is hands to his waist just as Ryan had undone his button. ‘Please,’ begged Mark, ‘Don’t do this. Let me go.’ But still he refused to apologize.

‘Too late for mercy. You could have gotten out of this with an apology. But now your shit outta luck, Pretty Boy.’ As Ryan was speaking these words he struggled with Mark to get his pants down.

The harder Ryan tugged down the harder Mark pulled up. The struggle continued for a few minutes this way until the strain became too much for poor Mark’s suit pants and the inevitable sound of material ripping echoed through the bar as Mark’s pants were torn from his body revealing that Mark was wearing a pair of way too tight, way too small red bikini briefs that were stretched to the limited by his ample ass mounds.. The crowd gasped almost in unison, and then broke into laughter.

Mark was so humiliated pinned to a bar room floor with on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and barely covered by the skimpy red bikini briefs that were creeping up his ass. Aside from the bikini the only other things Mark had on were his glasses, neck tie, black wing tip shoes and black nylon dress socks.

Ryan began laughing almost uncontrollably at the sight of Mark in his skimpy bikini,’ And you called me a fag earlier, Pretty Boy. At least I ain’t wearin’ panties!’

‘They’re not panties!’ sneered Mark as he struggled to get free.

‘Well what’s the matter?’ asked Ryan. ‘Couldn’t you find any underwear your size?’ and with that he broke into a fit of laughter.

‘Shut up! That’s the way they’re supposed to fit!’ argued Mark as he continued to struggle. It was true Mark knew his underwear were very skimpy. He’d worn them that way since freshman year of college when his girlfriend at the time told him how sexy she thought skimpy bikini briefs looked on is big meaty ass. Two years later they broke up but he had grown so accustom to the tiny undergarment that he continued to wear them.

SLAP! Came the first smack to Mark’s ass. ‘I told you I owed you a spanking Pretty Boy.’

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Went the assault on Mark’s ass with only the thin cotton material of his wildly small briefs for protection. With each slap Mark struggled to get free but his struggles only caused his briefs to ride further up the crack of his ass. As his monster cheeks swallowed his bikini his meaty globes came popping out the leg bands exposing more and more of his white ass flesh.

‘Please!!! STOP!!!’ begged Mark. He could feel his face getting redder and redder with embarrassment but more frightening than that was the fact the he could feel his dick growing in his underwear with each slap of his ass. Though he couldn’t explain it himself there was something strangely erotic about being stripped of all his clothes and spanked and humiliated by this strong man in front of all these people. And while part of him wanted it to end another part wanted it to go on forever.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! continued Ryan’s assault of Mark’s ass.

‘I’m SORRY!’ screamed Mark as the crowd cheered. No one ever thought this arrogant businessman would ever apologize.

‘Finally!’ said Ryan. ‘I knew I could teach you respect.’ With that Ryan grabbed Mark and dragged him to his feet. As he did, he got a good look at Mark’s growing cock in his bright red bikini. ‘Looks like you’re enjoying this, Pretty Boy.’

‘No!’ argued Mark.

‘Yeah well your cock says you are. Maybe you’re the fag after all.’

‘No! I’m not! Please let this end I’m sorry,’ pleaded Mark to no avail as Ryan pushed him over the bar and kicked his legs wide apart. By this point his little briefs were so far up his ass that 80% of his massive glutes were exposed to the entire bar and the ass flesh was almost as red as the material that covered the other 20%.

‘Now I believe I told you I’d spank your bare ass and from what I can see part of it is still covered.’

‘No!’ pleaded Mark but it was too late before he could even get his hands to his waist to fight Ryan grabbed the waistband of the little underwear and gave a quick tug and with a ripping sound the briefs flew of Mark’s body. As they did his fully erect prick and shaved balls came flopping out the front and were clearly visibly from behind since his legs were spread so far apart. Not only was his cock exposed, but also due to the way he was standing his meaty ass cheeks were spread open wide exposing his pink puckered hole. The crowd cheered and applauded at the sight of this. Mark grew more embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

Now Mark stood there feeling his eyes well up with tears behind his glasses wearing just a necktie, shoes and socks. He wanted to cry from the combination of pain and humiliation. But he also wanted to blow a load to release his balls.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Mark yelped as Ryan’s hand meet his bare ass flesh even spanking his ass hole. The crowd was really cheering Ryan on, even Mark’s friends. Mark tried to fight it but it was no use he could feel the tears fall from his eyes. It was an incredible release. He felt cleansed like a naughty boy who had finally gotten punished for his misdeeds.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The assault on Mark’s ass continued as the tears rolled down his face. But even though he was crying is cock was still rock hard and Mark could tell that if this kept up much long he would blow his wad all over the bar.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! That was all Mark could take Ryan hit his ass hole again and Mark let out a loud shout of ecstasy and clenched his ass causing his hole to wink at the crowd. His balls tighten as he felt the cum rush from his stiff prick splashing against the bar and hitting the floor below.

‘AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!! OH, YES!!!!!!, screamed mark.

The crowd began to hoot and holler as they watched this arrogant muscular ad executive literally get the cum spanked out of him. Mark collapsed against the bar. Ryan stopped spanking. ‘There you go Pretty Boy. Now that’s how you teach an arrogant asshole such as yourself some respect.’

With tears running down his cheeks from behind his glasses and cum dripping from his cock Mark looked his assailant in the eyes and whispered softly, ‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good boy,’ said Ryan. ‘Now I suggest you get your ass out of here before I go for round two.

‘Yes, sir,’ replied Mark as he gathered up his ripped clothing to cover himself as he and his friends left the bar.

Ryan became a celebrity for the night with everyone wanting to be the next to buy him a drink. And Mark learned an important lesson about respect as well as a little bit about his hidden sexual desires.

The End

Anonymous

Muscle boy Cort suffers a painful needle torture on his bound feet in the next chapter of Cort & Ryder’s Ordeal.
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The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder – Chapter 4: Torture & Afterman
by Ragnar1963
Series: The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder

Hondo smiled a sadistic smile as he handed his tattooed musclebound hulk of a henchman a slender steel needle. Cort’s eyes widened as

he saw the man approach, his bare feet painfully stretched and strapped out in front of him on the tiger bench. He could do nothing

but wiggle his toes in increasing frenzy. He resolved not to beg for mercy–but soon involuntary pleading erupted from his throat….

“No, please… God, no…. ”

As Cort began to struggle even harder in his bonds, Dax grabbed the lad’s right toes in his iron grip, immobilizing his foot and

slowly approaching his trapped, dirty sole with the needle…. Ryder saw this too, and, even though suffering his own needle torture,

began to beg for mercy for his trapped friend… “No… NO, you fucker… NO! Don’t torture his feet!!!”

The needle descended… Dax smiled as Cort flinched upon feeling the first touch of the cool steel on his helpless sole… then

Cort’s pain began to mount… as did his pleading and gasping for breath… and his struggling in his inescapable bondage… as Dax

pushed the slender torture tool into the boy’s trapped bare foot! “No… please, God…. aaahhhh…AAAAGHHHH!”

“YESSSSSS!” hissed Hondo, watching the scene with mounting lust. “Torture him. Torture the prisoner’s bare feet slowly. Make those

sexy feet feel the pain of the needles!”

Ryder squirmed and struggled on the wheel, distracted from his own needle/chest torture by this new suffering inflicted on his bro-

lover.

“You bastards! You fuckers! Leave him alone! AAAAAghhhh… ” A new needle in his pec, inserted by Dez into his muscle meat,

interrupted his helpless cries…

Another cold needle penetrated the painslave’s naked foot, digging through flesh, muscle, and nerves agonizingly until it hit bone!

His legs trapped on the tiger bench, Cort could only writhe and grimace as the muscled hulk tortured his feet relentlessly, savoring

every twitch and flex of the muscle boy’s ripped body! Hondo, Dax, and Dez now all sported throbbing boners tipped with a pearl of

precum watching the dual torture of these sexy struggling muscleboys…

“AAAAAGHHH!! NOOOOOO!!” Another needle in Cort’s bare trapped sole! Another needle in Ryder’s vulnerable naked chest! Tortured

cruelly, writhing in pain, the painslaves desperately begged for mercy–for each other!

“DON’T TORTURE HIM! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!’

“STOP! LET HIM GO! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BASTARDS! DON’T TORTURE HIM!”

“TORTURE ME ! TORTURE ME! I CAN TAKE IT! LET CORT GO!!!!”

“NOOOOO! RYDER! STOP NEEDLE-TORTURING HIS BARE CHEST! PLEASE! TORTURE MY FEET INSTEAD!”

“How TOUCHING!” Hondo sneered. “Each slave begs for mercy for his LOVER!”

“YES! PLEASE, MASTER! PLEASE! GIVE ME ALL THE TORTURE–JUST LET RYDER GO!!!”

“NOOOO! I CAN—-AAAAGHHHHH!!!!—-I CAN TAKE THE PAIN! PLEASE, I BEG YOU! HAVE MERCY ON CORT!!!”

“MORE NEEDLES IN HIS NAKED SOLES!!!! MORE NEEDLES IN HIS BARE PECS! NO MERCY!!! I WANT TO SEE THEIR MUSCLED BODIES SUFFERING AND HEAR

THEIR SCREAMS!!!”

Dax and Dez sadistically obliged, continuing to slowly insert the torture needles on the boys’ bodies! Ryder stretched agonizingly on

the wheel rack, Cort roped tightly on the tiger bench, the two lads struggled and writhed to no avail in their inescapable bondage,

handsome faces twisted in pain, as the two muscle heads never stopped torturing pec meat and sensitive sole, one cruel needle at a

time!

Hondo hardly knew which way to look–both young men wore masks of agony on their handsome faces; both had hard, ripped bodies, their

muscles rippling and writhing, struggling against their bonds as the torturers inserted needle after needle… both boys moaning and

begging in pain–to release his bro and take the brunt of Hondo’s sadistic lust on himself alone!

Never had Hondo had two stronger, braver, sexier young studs in his torture chamber–or prisoners more willing to subject his body to

this nightmarish ordeal to save his friend… He relished each needle torturing Cort’s naked soles and Ryder’s hard pecs… almost

without realizing it, his hand had moved down to his throbbing hardon… stroking his cock as if it had a mind of its own… when

suddenly…

“aaaAAAGHHH!!!! AAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!” Hondo’s screams of ecstasy drowned out even the groaning and begging of his two torture victims

as a fountain of cum leapt two feet in the air from his giant erect member and splatted on the stone floor!

Hondo sank to his knees, his head thrown back in a delirium of lust and pleasure; and after a few last gasps and spurts extracted

from his hard cock by his frantically pounding fist, Hondo caught his breath… and shouted “STOP!”

Dax and Dez ceased their torture of their writhing young studs and awaited instructions, which came quickly. “This one… to the

cell!” he gasped breathlessly, gesturing to Ryder. “And this one…” Even after his exhausting orgasm, he still managed a cruel

smile… “… to the treadmill!”

Dez and Dax chuckled cruelly as both young men froze with fear, wondering what new hideous torment the “treadmill” was… But again

they winced and groaned as the two hulking manservants quickly and painfully extracted the needles from Ryder’s racked pecs and

Cort’s tied bare feet, which all looked like pincushions…

The wheel turned, releasing Ryder’s sweating body from its painful tension… the manacles were released, and his tortured young body

collapsed into Dez’s grasp… Cort too was untied from his agonizing tiger bench and Dax wrestled him to his aching, tender feet,

Cort too weakened to resist…

…but perhaps the worst torture of all was when the two young musclebuds were separated and dragged off in different directions,

each moaning the other’s name helplessly…

Dez and Ryder vanished from Cort’s sight as the foot-tortured stud was wrestled to one side of the dungeon. There stood the dreaded

treadmill–similar to the ones Cort used at the gym every day, but diabolically transformed into a machine of torture.

It consisted only of a rubber tread, about six feet long, which as he was dragged nearer Cort saw was not smooth, but covered with

tiny hard rubber spikes… at one end stood an upright iron post. Cort’s arms were raised and his wrists were locked into iron stocks

that also encompassed his neck, like a yoke, holding his arms helplessly in a double-bicep pose. With horror Cort saw that he would

be forced to run on this torturous treadmill on his recently tortured bare feet!

A shove from Dax pushed Cort up onto the cruelly spiked tread… he winced as he stepped with tender bare feet onto the pinlike

spikes! Dax quickly locked an iron manacle around his cock, and hooked the chain attached to it to the top of the iron post….

“Now you will feel what it’s like to run on tortured feet!” Hondo sneered.

“I would suggest that you not lose your footing… with your cock chained to that pole, it would be quite unpleasant!” Dax flipped a

switch… and the treadmill began to move! Cort was forced to run–very clumsily with his arms yoked to his neck, struggling to

remain upright, his chained cock forcing him to keep up with the treadmill’s cruel pace! But worst of all was the agony of his

recently needled soles, pounding stride after stride on the tiny rubber spikes!

Hondo and Dax laughed to see the muscled young prisoner struggle and stumble, wincing and limping on the relentlessly moving

treadmill in this sadistic aftermath to the hideous foot torture!

His cruel laughter echoing off the stone walls of the torture dungeon, Hondo strode off with one last chilling order for Dax:

“Six hours ought to suffice! HA-HA-HAAAA-HAAAAAAAH!!!!”

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