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The humiliated cop takes a cock or two up his ass for the first time but definitely not from whom he expected in the HOT conclusion to “Payback for Officer Romano”.

Officer Romano Gets His Due – Conclusion
by […]

The bound muscle jock is cock-teased then brutally punished for cumming with permission.
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The Gym Lad – Part 4
by Ibtow
Series: The Gym Lad

He takes 20 minutes to stop thrashing around on the ropes, this lad has one hell of a stamina level. Every inch of his body is covered in sweat and he is gleaming off the lights in the room. His breath is shallow, he has no energy left to keep himself from slumping in the ropes that hold him above the ground spread eagle. His head slumps forward. I walk up to him and take his head in my hand and lift it up. He opens his eyes and I look deep into them. I can tell he is exhausted, anything he has done in the gym before this have never made him feel like this. His mind must be screaming at him that he needs to fight but he has no will to listen to it. He has been hanging like this for almost 45 minutes.

“You had enough yet Matt? You willing to submit your body and mind to me?”

His eyes widen even further. I let go of his head and it slumps forward again. I walk behind him, stand on the stool and start to cut the tape holding the gag in him mouth.

“I want you to say you submit to me Matt. This does’nt end until you do.” I take the tape off his head and pull the gag out his mouth. “What you got to say to me Matt?”

I don’t get an answer as I walk in front of him. “I said what you got to say to me Matt?”

“Fuck you.” he says weakly.

“What?”

“Fuck you! I said FUCK YOU!” his voice is getting stronger. “I am no fucking fag for you. Let me the fuck go, you sick shit!”

“Wrong fucking answer, Matt! Wrong fucking answer! This does not end until you submit to me.” I do not raise my voice but by the tone of it he knows I am not messing around with him.

I grab his still tied balls and pull the rope down to a bolt in the floor just below him pulling his balls until they are stretched as far as they will go then tie off the rope.

“ARRRRHHHHHH! That hurts! Fuck! Stop it!! Why are you doing this to me? Why me??”

“Because you are mine. You parade yourself around that gym thinking you are the dogs bollocks. All the sweat in the gym to make yourself look good for what? You’re a prick tease to all the men and woman in that gym and you know it. Well no longer, you are now mine. Mine to do what ever I want. well you not, You are nothing more than a piece of meat. Do you understand that, Matt?”

“FUCK YOU!!” is all I get back.

I say nothing more to him. He still has fight in him which I need to get out of him. I am fed up of his talking so I take a large cock gag and press it against his mouth. He clasps his jaw closed but without saying a word I just pinch his nose. He tries to hold is breath but his body is screaming for air to feed his muscles and soon enough he takes a large gulp of air. Before he has time to breath in, the cock gag is in his mouth. I pull it tight and buckle it closed around his head then go of his nose and he takes a large breath in. I stand behind him on the stool and take a bottle of poppers out of my pocket. I unscrew the top and place it under his nose. I pinch one of his nostrils closed and he has to breath the poppers in. He takes in about 10 deep breaths of poppers and is moaning into the gag.

I step down off the stool and walk in front of him kneeling in front of his cock. I take it in my mouth and start to suck and roll my tongue over his cockhead. His uncut cock starts to swell as the poppers take his head on a trip. He is almost fully erect as I continue to suck on his cock taking it all in my mouth. The pressure of his balls being pulled down is making his cock get even harder. I can hear groans of pleasure from his gagged mouth. He is not fighting his cock being sucked. He actually seems to be enjoying it even tied off the ground with his head spinning from the poppers. I let his cock out of my mouth and without warning I slap it hard with my hand. It bounces down and springs up almost hitting his stomach. His whole body jumps and the groans turn into moans. I do it again this time harder. He is now making lots of noise into the gag. I carry on hitting his cock as I stand up.

“Pleasure and pain go hand in hand, boy. You will learn this over time. Giving you pain gives me pleasure. Taking pain might give you pleasure if you let it. Otherwise, it will be pain you have never felt before.”

I stop slapping his now red cock and start to stroke it slowly as start to suck and bite his nipples gently at first then with more and more pressure taking each nipple in turn. The nipple clamps he wore earlier have made them very tender so it does not take a lot to make him struggle to pull his tight chest and body away from me. His cock is still hard so I keep on stroking his cock, taking it faster and faster. It is not long before he is moaning into the gag again. He seems to be liking this, this straight lad tied up as he is with another man wanking him off. I keep going until his moans are getting more and more prolonged. He is pushing his body into my hand trying to fuck my hand.

I keep wanking him off as he takes a sharp breath in. His whole body tenses up. From my viewpoint, I can see all his muscles working. He has no fat on him at all. The sweat on his body seems to bring out all the contours of each muscle. He arches his back, bringing his cock higher, with a groan into the gag like I have not heard before. His whole body spasms as he cums. 6-7 shots of cum shoot out of his cock across the room some 5-6 ft on the floor. I let go of his cock and whipe some of cum on his chest. His cock is still twitching and his head is leaning back. As he comes down off his high, he starts to slump again into the ropes.

“WHO SAID YOU COULD COME? DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO COME? DID I?”

I grab the flogger and bring it down hard on his still hard cock catching the top of his cock with the tips of the flogger. A perfect strike. He goes from the high of cumming to shock of stinging pain on his cock and screams loudly into the gag. His head snaps forward and his eyes are wide in pain and shock.

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?? YOU CUM WHEN I SAY YOU CAN!!” I shout at him as I bring the flogger down on his abs, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times as hard as I can all on the same spot. The tenth one is the hardest I have ever flogged someone and a small line appears on his stomach. Its more than a welt. It cuts the skin and a small trickle of blood start to come out. I don’t stop. I take the flogger to his chest, one after the other I flog his chest. His moaning and shouting into the gag does not stop. I must of done it 20 times. He finds it hard to catch his breath. I stop on strock 20. I look at his face. Its bright red and he has tears coming down his face. His body is glowing bright red. The cut on his abs is not much but a line of blood is coming down from it. I don’t care, he needs to learn his place. I walk behind him and start to flog his back without mercy. I get up to 30 hard flogs and stop.

I take a plastic tube off the shelf and stand to the side of him and start working again on his stomach. The tube is like piping but thicker and harder plastic. It has no give on it at all. I am careful not to cause him internal damage as I work on his abs.

“You get this 10 times for cumming, you understand?” Of course I get no reply.

“1” I count and hit his stomach. His abs are tense and its like hitting a wall but he feels it. He grunts into the gag. “2” I hit him again in the same spot. This time he grunts harder and trisd to pull his body away. “3”, the same spot again. I get him just as his is swinging slightly forward full force. By number nine he is screaming into the gag. His cheeks are covered in tears. The tenth hit knocks the wind out of him and he just slumps into the ropes trying to breath. I let him rest for a minute. His breath soon returns and he is just fallen into the ropes with his head forward sobbing. I walk behind him again and tie a blindfold on him. He does not even move as I tie it on.

I walk away to a drawer and take out a box containing heavy duty pegs, 15 of them. These are not your clothes pegs. They are metal pegs about 5 inches long with the tips about an inch wide. They are strong as well as they are used for clamping bits of wood together. I don’t want him to see these going on but I know he will feel it.

The first one goes on his left nipple as soon as it is on his head snaps up straight and the moaning returns through the gag. The second is on his right nipple, two more go on each nipple. He now has six on his chest. I pinch his skin just above his cock and place a clamp there then work up with 5 more clamps up to his belly button. The 7th goes between his cock and balls, number 8 goes on his already tied balls. By this point his is screaming again into his gag, shouting god knows what, the gag does it job.

“One more, fucker.”

I place the 15th on the tip of his cock. This gets the biggest reaction as it bites into this cock head.

“These stay one for one hour. You will not be let down. They will not come off for 60 minutes but when they come off I will ask you again if you submit to me. Give me the answer I want and we stop. Give me any other answer and it will only get worse.”

He moans and screams into the gag. He is thrashing into the ropes, shaking his head back and forth. The clamps are going no where. The same for him. I walk out the room and close the door with a slam. I go to my computer and turn on the monitor and watch a live video feed of him strung up spread eagle off the ground, gagged and blindfolded with 15 heavy duty clamps on his body. I sit and watch as I take my cock in my hand. I look at the clock, he has 60 minutes to think about his fate. I will break him no matter what.

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The Runner – Part 1: Captured, Stripped & Tormented by Stud Stalker – Votes 8
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Enslaved – Part 1 by TheBarefootBoy – Votes 5
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A muscular Latino jock is abducted by a mysterious stranger who plans to tickle & torture his sexy feet in this story based on “The Runner” video from MaleBondageandFeet.com which is now available in our Member Videos section.
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The Runner – Part 1: Captured, Stripped & Tormented
by Stud Stalker
Series: The Runner

My backyard overlooks a popular running trail that loops around stopping a various stations for calisthenic exercises along the way. Every morning I sit down on my deck, enjoy a fresh espresso and admire the view below of the small army of fit young men breaking a sweat. One boy in particular who religiously runs the circuit three times every morning without fail quickly caught my attention. I named him Hector after the Trojan prince because he perfectly fit the image. Early twenties. Maybe 5’10 180 lbs with a muscular physique complete with thick tree trunk thighs and dark good looks. A beauty to behold.

Despite the good looks, what captured my attention at first was his shoes. Every morning he seemed to have a new pair of them. Red, blue, black, white. Nike. Reebok. New Balance. The boy’s closet must rival Imelda Marcos! And by “captured my attention” I mean that I became obsessed with them. And my obsession with his shoes quickly became an obsession with his feet. I began to wonder were his feet hard and calloused from the daily punishment he put them through? Or soft and manicured and fresh like, well, like a new pair of shoes? What did they smell like? Or taste like? Were they ticklish? Could they take a little pain?

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This morning I waited for Hector in a van at the far side of the park where the sit-up station is located. It was early and the park was empty but soon I saw him running towards the station with the incline bench for doing sit-ups and crunches. Running into the sun, his smooth chest glistened under his nylon tank-top like the morning dew on the grass. Even after three laps, he didn’t appear to be winded, just the light layer of sweat coating him like an aura.

He reached the workout station, came to a stop and began to stretch at the decline bench. Side to side, then back to front he stretched and his abs would contract as he comes to a full upright position and then he straddled the bench getting ready to work his abs. Pretending as if I am just doing my workout, I approached him completely unnoticed. As he sat on the bench with his back to me, I approached and reached around with a towel soaked in a special brew covering his mouth and nose. He struggled displaying his brute strength but I held on tight and within a few moments he fell into my arms completely unconscious. Quickly, I dragged his 180 pound body to the van and pushed him through the cargo door and drove off ready to enjoy my capture.

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Hector awoke to the darkness of a hood. I had him tightly tightly to a chair with his legs stretched out and his feet secured to a foot rest. He began to struggle and moan indicating to me that it was time for the real fun to begin. I removed the hood and what a sight it must have revealed! I did not want to be recognized and have to deal with those pesky law enforcement people so I wore a expressionless black mask that covered my entire face with small holes for me to see and breathe plus latex gloves on my hands to conceal any other evidence.

“Mmmpff mm Mmmpft?!?!” screamed Hector through his tight gag desperate to understand his predicament. I remained silent. He looked around at the non-descript room then back at me with wide open, terror filled eyes. Time to unwrap my present!

I let him see my long pointy barber’s scissors and his bulging eyes get even bigger. I spread them open and slowly guided them down the cheeks on his face, falling to his chest and lightly poking at his nipples through his tank top. I slipped one end of the scissors under the seam at the top of his tank and snipped letting the strap fall down over his toned pec. I repeated the action on the other side completely exposing his bare chest and admired his well muscled physique. He has worked hard at it and it shows.

I grabbed a hold on his large brown nipples and began to pull and twist causing his to cry out but the gag does it work and no one can hear him but my delighted self. I pulled out two binder clips and snapped them shut a couple of times near his ears then I yanked out his nipples and attach them to the trembling boy while he screams in pain. Flicking them back and forth served to increase his pain as his entire body went rigid trying to shake them off. Good luck, my friend!

It was time to reveal more of my sexy captive. I grabbed the scissors and cut slowly and deliberately up each thigh and through the waist band then rip the shreds of the shorts away. Voila! There it is. A nice thick uncut cock. Even better than I had imagined! I couldn’t help but reach down and take is meaty package in one hand. In the other, I slowly peeled back his foreskin revealing his plump pink mushroom shaped head. Beautiful! Hector just quietly cried to himself. Probably now believing he understood the plans I had for him.

I pulled my trusty pinwheel that always gets a reaction. When used lightly, it arouses. With more pressure, it’s a excitingly painful experience. I showed it to him then using my gloved finger I spun the wheel inches from his face and the look of terror on his face reached Def Con 4. Ah, poor Hector. If only he had known where this was all headed, he would have left room for higher levels.

I ran the wheel down the side of his chest and then back up the other side. Cross along the top and then zigzag his torso and after removing the clips I paid special attention to his already tortured nipples bringing tears to his eyes. The pinwheel made its way down his abs and I paused just above his cock and looked him straight in the eyes. He shook his head “NO” and pleaded through the gag but of course I ignored his begging and the pinwheel continued down its path rolling over his cock then back and forth across its covered head. I lifted his cock and rolled the pin wheel underneath it and across his balls. That has to hurt. The pain and humiliation was evident on his face but his futile struggling did nothing to hinder my mission.

With his legs fully exposed, I ran the wheel up and down his thick thighs, close to his balls, around the outside of his hips and then down to his knees. I worked my way down further. His calves were balled, defined, and tensing in advance. It seemed my dear boy was aware that this was just going to continue and go lower and lower.

Let’s get to the heart of the matter here. I moved down to his spotless running shoes and black ankle high socks. Grabbing his left foot, I slowly untied the laces then removed his shoe in one quick motion then grabbed his right foot and repeated the action. I leaned in close and took in a deep whiff of the musky smell rising up from his sweaty socks. This was the moment I had been waiting for! Soon, all of my questions would be answered! Hector just leaned back and closed his eyes.

I slipped my finger under the top of his left sock and gently caressed his ankle and heel then pulled the sock down and completely off his foot. His right foot quickly followed. I took a moment to admire the sheer beauty of these feet! They were quite long and narrow but muscular and veiny. The tops of his toes were covered with thin patches of black hair and well pedicured nails. I leaned in and again deeply breathed in their pungent but intoxicating odor. I grasped my hands around them and felt the skin on his soles. Soft, tender (not at all what I expected from a runner) and based on the rigid tensing of his body and small giggle coming from behind his gag – quite ticklish. Good. I used a single finger to trace the outline of his toes. This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home and THIS little piggy doesn’t realize exactly how much fucking pleasure he’s about to bring me!

I opened up my leather bag and letting him get a look, one by one I pulled out my tools: tapered beeswax candles, a larger pinwheel, and a three foot length of wooden ruler. Once again his eyes became large and he began to struggle as he realized that the main event was about to begin.

Oh Hector, if only you didn’t feel the need to run by my place every single morning, stop, stretch and tease me with those muscled good looks and colorful shoes. You really should have been more careful. We might not be in this predicament.

But now, back to those feet……

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Captured runner Hector is bound to a chair, slowly stripped and subjected to torments including nipple torture and the pinwheel on his cock and balls. Running Time: 9 Minutes

The humiliated officer endures a bare-ass spanking administered with his own belt and takes his own cop’s baton up his virgin hole.

Officer Romano Gets His Due – Part 2
by Rodd Sterling
Series: Officer […]

Neighborhood bully Officer Romano deals out the punishment on a gay couple caught enjoying a late-night outdoor hookup. But the hunky cop soon discovers that payback is a bitch.

Payback for Officer Romano – […]

Captain Marvel’s humiliation continues and is soon shared by his protege, Captain Marvel Jr.
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Part 4
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

Captain Marvel stood at the entrance of Doctor Sivana’s fortress, fidgeting uncomfortably in his new clothing. His famous uniform had been adjusted to show his new status as his nemesis’ property. His cape had been totally removed and all that remained of his shirt was his lightning bolt. It barely covered his muscled chest and his nipples hardened in the desert heat. The top of the lightning bolt connected to a red slave collar that encircled his neck. It felt strange to him to have something that tight around his neck. The bottom of the lightning bolt connected to his new tight, red briefs that clung to every part of his groin. His cock was still rock hard and pressed against the fabric trying to get free. Like his cape, his sash was taken from him. His yellow boots were modified from reach the top of his calf to reaching just above his knee. The hero had never been this undressed before and felt self conscious at being so completely exposed.

His master stood next to him with a huge grin on his face. The United Nations had given in to Doctor Sivana’s demands and only small pockets of resistance fought against the world’s new dictator. Captain Marvel looked at the man who had stolen his powers and enslaved him as his emotions conflicted with each other. Shazam had told him how the evil genius had forced the gods to take away each of his powers and replace them with new powers from other gods. The first effect was the uncontrollable erections in his briefs. The combination of the new lust and his virginity caused him to be on the edge of cumming almost all the time. Sivana had been careful to keep the hero from losing his virginity. The constant state of arousal and being around his master caused feelings that Captain Marvel never knew existed. When he looked at his enslaver, his heart started to race and he longed for the touch of his master.

The former world’s mightiest mortal frowned as these new feelings invaded his mind and soul. He no longer thought about escaping from this dastardly trap that took away his freedom. When Sivana gave him an order, he immediately sprang to obey without a second thought. The idea of pleasing his master gave him a rush of pleasure that was entirely separate from his raging hardon. Captain Marvel had never been in love before and the thought of falling in love with his mortal enemy frightened him beyond measure.

Helicopters and vehicles began to approach the impenetrable fortress which was now the center of power for the entire world. Captain Marvel paled as people began to exit their modes of transportation and walk to the fortress. Dr. Sivana was throwing a party to celebrate his successful coup. The hero knew that people would see him in this state, but the guests that approached caused his knees to shake with fear.

The first guest had to be carried by a huge muscled bodybuilder that was almost as huge as Captain Marvel himself. Seated on a tiny throne in the huge hands of his escort, Mister Mind bowed his head with respect to Dr. Sivana. Looking like an ordinary worm, Master Mind was anything but ordinary. He originally came from Venus and upon his arrival to earth became one of Captain Marvel’s toughest enemies. With powers of mind control, telepathy, and mental projections, it had taken the combined powers of Captain Marvel and all of allies to defeat the strange worm.

Mister Mind activated the voice box around his neck. This allowed the evil worm to speak so that he could be heard by normal humans. “Congratulations on your victory, Sivana.” He said with respect. The worm looked at the enslaved hero and Captain Marvel felt a chill as the force of the worm’s mind brushed against his. The hero shuddered with fear knowing that he no longer had the power to resist the worm’s mind control. “It was hard to believe that you actually defeated Captain Marvel, but I see now that you speak the truth. We must talk privately when you get the chance. This give us both opportunities that we should discuss.”

Dr. Sivana smile as he nodded his head. “We will speak more later, my dear Mister Mind. Go and enjoy the festivities, this is going to be a night to remember!”

The next in line was the infamous Captain Nazi. This superpowered representation of the Nazi organization, the supervillain had powers that rivaled Captain Marvel. It was Captain Nazi who crippled Freddy Freeman, his best friend and partner Captain Marvel, Jr. In the peak of his powers, Captain Marvel was more powerful, but in his new position, Captain Nazi would be able to tear him apart like paper. The evil villain glared with his hateful blue eyes at the enslaved hero and Captain Marvel flinched in fear.

“Thank you for coming tonight, Captain Nazi,” Sivana said with a thin smile.

“I only came because of the deal that you have proposed to me. My order is not happy with your actions. If we can come to a deal then we will consider working with you.”

“There will be time enough for that later tonight, my dear Captain. Enjoy the party tonight and we will talk later.”

Captain Nazi grunted and brushed past them. Captain Marvel wondered what kind of deal his master was going to make with Nazi. With his defeat there would be few who could stand up to the powers of Captain Nazi.

His thoughts were interrupted as more guests arrived and were greeted by his master. Every single guest was someone that Captain Marvel had fought against in his war against crime. From petty thieves to gang lords, each person had received an invitation to this party to witness Captain Marvel’s defeat.

Once the last guest was greeted, Sivana walked into his fortress as the former hero followed obediently. They took the long way to the ballroom where there was a back entrance to the stage at one end of the huge room. Curtains separated the stage from the rest of the room concealing their arrival from the other guests. Captain Marvel followed his master as best as he could, but the constant erection in his red briefs made it awkward for him to walk.

Dr. Sivana waited until the room quieted down before he walked through the curtains. His master motioned for Captain Marvel to stay behind the curtains which he did without a second thought. He heard his owner get the attention of the room filled with criminals and villains while he wondered what fate had in store for him tonight.

“My dear criminals, villains, and evil doers,” The evil doctor said through a microphone. “I want to thank you for coming to my party tonight. The world has been defeated because of my genius and there are many opportunities for all of you to have a place in the new world order. Tonight we have a special guest who made tonight possible. May I present to you Captain Marvel!”

The curtain parted and spotlights hit the defeated hero as he blinked his eyes to get used to the sudden glare. The criminals all pointed and laughed as Captain Marvel stood before them aroused and completely weak.

Music started to pour through the speakers in a sensual dance beat. Captain Marvel felt the music start to take control of his body as an uncontrollable urge to dance washed over him. Unaware that this was a part of his new powers, the hero started to slowly grind his hips and thrust his hardon towards the audience.

The hero blushed as his body followed the beat of the music with sensual and sexy dance moves that he never thought possible. He tried with all his might to stop, but the music hypnotized his body and there was little he could do to fight this new urge to dance. Captain Marvel ran his hands across his chest and abdominals as his hips swayed to the music. His cock hardened even harder than before and the front of his briefs was wet with the continuous river of precum that leaked from the head of his cock. This made the fabric of the briefs cling to his erection in alarming ways outlining every vein and throb of his virginal cock that wanted its release.

The crowd screamed with laughter and taunts as the hero debased himself in front of the worst of his enemies. Part of him wanted to burst into tears over this new form of humiliation as he felt the lowest that he ever felt before. Dr. Sivana stood in the background with an evil grin on his face. What scared him the most was the undeniable pleasure that he felt as he danced flaunting his muscled body to the jeering criminals. Did he enjoy debasing himself like this?

As the song ended, Captain Marvel was able to finally take back control of his body and stop dancing. “Give it up for Captain Marvel!” Sivana shouted as the roar of the crowd cheered at the hero’s humiliation.

The hero hung his head in shame and wished this nightmare would end. His cock looked up at him mocking him for what he had become. With Shazam totally under Sivana’s control, there was no hope for him to escape this humiliating trap.

“And now, we have a special treat for you tonight!” Sivana said with an evil smirk. He gestured to some of his henchmen and the doors behind the crowd flung open.

Captain Marvel felts the blood drain from his face as two henchmen roughly escorted a skinny young man into the room. It was his best friend, Freddy. Sivana must have captured him and brought him to the fortress before the party.

Freddy struggled against his captors and glared at the villains that surrounded him. His muffled cries were barely heard through his gag.

The party guests created a path for the young hero to be taken to the center of the room. A circle formed around Freddy and the two henchmen as Captain Marvel watched helplessly. He wished with all his being that he could spare his friend the cruel fate that was bestowed upon him.

Sivana cackled with glee. “We brought young Freddy to join the party!”

Freddy looked up at the stage and glared at the bald doctor. His anger turned into shock when he saw his mentor and friend, Captain Marvel standing submissively wearing his modified costume that barely covered his hard and throbbing cock.

“Do you have anything to say, Freddy?” Sivana mocked the young prisoner.

Freddy’s shock turned back into anger and muffled shouts were directed at the evil doctor. At their master’s signal, the henchmen took off the bonds from their prisoner and then ripped off the gag.

“You just made a huge mistake!” Freddy shouted.

As he lifted one hand up in the air, Captain Marvel shook his head and screamed, “Don’t!”

His warning came too late as Freddy shouted, “Captain Marvel!” and the bolt of lightning came crashing. Before this granted great powers to the Marvel family, but now it was a curse that made the former heroes submit to their greatest foes.

The lightning bolt turned the skinny young man into Captain Marvel, Jr. Dressed in his famous blue costume with the Shazam lightning bolt across his chest, the young hero stood defiantly against the crowds of evil doers the surrounded him.

Captain Marvel couldn’t help it as he burst into tears. He had been able to hold back his tears as humiliation after humiliation was forced upon him, but the thought of Freddy going through what he went through was too much for him to bear. He cursed the day he found Shazam and was granted his powers to fight evil.

“Get out of my way!” A deep bass voice shouted. The crowd hastily parted as Captain Nazi approached Marvel, Jr. “He is mine!”

Captain Marvel, Jr tensed up as his most powerful nemesis made his way through the crowd. The simple thugs and criminals he could take down with his little pinky, but Captain Nazi was a different matter. The circle made of criminals got larger as no one wanted to get hurt during the obvious fight.

“I don’t know what you did to Cap,” Junior said with confidence oozing out of his entire being, “But it ends now!”

Captain Marvel sobbed harder as his best friend leaped to fight Nazi.

Junior threw a punch and gasped as pleasure shot through his body. The villain smirked as he easily swatted the faltering fist away. The young hero looked down at his groin in shock at the growing member in his tights. It felt like all his strength and power was feeding into his hardening cock. He looked back up at the hugely muscled Captain Nazi and for the first time since he got his powers, he felt fear.

Helpless to help his friend, Captain Marvel could only watch as his protege cowardly turned and tried to fly into the air. The young hero gasped as gravity refused to let him out of his grasp and he fell back to the ground with a thud.

Captain Nazi smirked at the helplessness of his enemy. He grabbed Junior by the throat and lifted him high in the air. “You belong to me!” He said with a growl.

Captain Marvel, Jr. struggled helplessly as the villain threw him on the stage. As he crashed into the hardwood of the stage, the hero felt pain as his invulnerability had vanished with the rest of his powers. But the pain was quickly masked by the immense pleasure that coursed through his body.

Scrambling to his feet, Jr. backed away fearfully as Captain Nazi lumbered on the stage. In his current condition, there was no way he could take on Nazi. The tent in his tights seemed to mock him like the rest of the criminals in the room and he covered his out of control bulge with his hands.

Captain Marvel wanted to help his friend, but his oath to serve Dr. Sivana was as powerful as the erection in his briefs. The former hero could only watch as tears flowed down his face. His master stood next to him with an evil smile on his face. Sivana turned and smirked at the helpless hero and flicked his trapped cock. Captain Marvel gasped as pleasure shot through his muscled body.

Nazi grabbed Junior by his lightning bolt and lifted him high in the air. “I will make you pay for every defeat you handed to me!” He snarled.

The young hero struggled to escape his nemesis’ grasp, but the only thing powerful on his body was his throbbing cock. He felt himself being thrown across the stage and blackness almost took him as his body hit the wood of the stage. In his weakened state there was no way that he could fight Captain Nazi. There must be some way to escape before he was beaten to death.

The crowd watched in shocked glee at the destruction of not only one but two heroes. They knew they would witness the destruction of Captain Marvel, but the arrival of Captain Marvel, Jr. was a complete surprise. Several of them had their own hard cocks tenting in their pants. This was a day to remember as evil prevailed over good once and for all.

Junior struggled to his feet and tried to clear his blurred vision to look for an escape route. Nazi loomed over him with his hands on his waist. The young hero felt his arm being roughly grabbed and being lifted up to his feet.

Captain Nazi dragged the weakened hero back to the center stage. “You will submit to me!” He demanded.

The hero shook his head defiantly. He had no idea how Sivana made Captain Marvel submit but there was no way he would follow suit. Junior looked up and glared at his nemesis. “I will never submit!” He snarled.

The hulking villain smiled and sent waves of terror down Captain Marvel, Jr.’s spine. “I was hoping you would resist. He grabbed the young hero by his throat and with one hand kept the once powerful young man helpless in his grasp. “You WILL submit!”

Captain Marvel, Jr. struggled to break the iron hold around his throat and he didn’t see the huge hand come crashing on his costumed ass. His shrill scream filled the packed room as the force of superhuman strength crashed against his vulnerable bubble butt. Pain like he never felt in his entire life slammed into his body as tears started forming in his blue eyes.

Nazi slammed his open hand against the young hero’s ass again causing another scream to fill the room. His enemy’s muscled ass quivered before the crowd as they watched the young man getting spanked and humiliated. Junior’s body was turned so not only did everyone get a great view of his ass being spanked but they could also see the still hard tent in the hero’s tights.

More powerful smacks reigned down on Junior’s ass as his screams rang out each one getting more and more shrill. Unable to take this kind of abuse, the young hero blinked through his tears and cried out, ”I submit!” The hero was dropped to the wooden floor of the stage and he crumpled to the floor sobbing uncontrollably. The fire on his ass was unbearable and mixed with the pleasure he felt from his throbbing cock. Even his worst nightmares could not match what he was going through at this moment.

Captain Nazi smiled in triumph. Savana had promised him Captain Marvel, Jr. and the evil doctor deliver everything he promised and more. Dominating the once powerful hero gave him an erotic thrill and his own tights were tented with his erection. Determined to break the hero once and for all, the villain took down his tights freeing his giant cock that was dripping with precum. “Bring me a chair!” He commanded as he looked down at the sobbing hero.

Doctor Sivana gestured to his henchmen to not bring a chair. He led Captain Marvel to the center of the stage and ordered him to get on his hands and knees. The helpless hero obeyed immediately to the sound of the leers of the criminals in the audience.

Nazi caught on Sivana’s idea immediately and smiled as he settled his naked ass on the hero’s broad back. Captain Marvel grunted at the weight almost caused him to collapse. He could only watch in horror as the villain kicked his crying best friend.

“On your knees, bitch!” The villain snarled.

Junior struggled to get up to his knees as the sobs wracked his body. Through blurry teared eyes, he gasped as he finally noticed Captain Nazi naked from the waist down sitting on Captain Marvel with a huge erection in his hands.

“Suck my cock, bitch!” Nazi ordered ruthlessly.

The young hero’s jaw dropped as this next humiliation shocked him to the core. Knowing that if he refused that he would suffer more pain, he crawled forward and placed his mouth near the monstrous cock of his enemy. He closed his eyes as his lips brushed the tip of the cock and felt the taste of the salty precum pass through his lips. The musky scent of the German’s cock and balls filled his nose. The young hero could feel his own painfully erect cock fighting against it’s tight confines leading anyone to think that he enjoyed being that close to a cock.

His hesitation was shattered as Nazi gripped his head and shoved it down on his cock. “I said to suck my cock, boy!” he snarled as he pumped the hero’s head up and down his shaft.

Captain Marvel, Jr. gagged as the monstrous cock invaded his mouth and throat. His jaw was pushed to the limit to accommodate his nemesis’ erection. His gag reflex first went into convulsions, but started to relax as his mouth was being fucked by Captain Nazi. Desperately breathing through his nose, the young man hoped that this ordeal would end soon.

The villain moaned with pleasure as he made the hero ride his cock with his mouth. The pleasure of getting sucked off by his greatest enemy was compounded with the fact he was using Captain Marvel as a chair. This was truly a day to remember as his victory over Junior was almost complete. As he felt himself get closer and closer to orgasm, Nazi pushed Captain Marvel, Jr. off his cock.

Sitting regally on the back of Captain Marvel, the villain sneered at the horrified face of his nemesis. “Take off that pathetic costume,” He ordered. “You are no longer worthy to wear it.

Junior felt his face pale as he looked at the packed room. Knowing there was no way to resist, he started to take off the uniform that he once wore with pride. The crowd jeered the hero as he took off all his clothes and stood before every criminal he ever fought naked and completely helpless with a raging erection.

Captain Nazi motioned for his new slave to approach him. Unsure of what humiliation was in store for him, Captain Marvel, Jr. walked awkwardly to his master with his erect cock bobbing with excitement. The young hero was turned to face the audience with his back to the villain who defeated him. He felt the strong grip of the superhuman around his waist as he was lifted in the air.

Realizing what was happened too late, Junior cried out as his felt the monster cock of his enemy start to push into his ass. The pain of the cock invading his most private of places made his early spanking seem like a flea bite. Screams once again filled the room as his tight hole was ripped apart to accommodate the invading erection of the crazed villain.

With Captain Nazi’s cock lubed with Junior’s spit and saliva, he pushed his cock into the perfect ass of the young hero. Soon his cock was buried deep into his slave’s ass and he made the hero ride him as he sat on the defeated Captain Marvel.

“NO!,” Captain Marvel, Jr. screamed as his anal virginity was taken in a brutal way. “PLEASE! GODS, NO!” Despite the pain of being fucked by such a huge cock, the hero’s own cock remained rock hard and precum ran like a river. As the head of the monster erection rubbed pummeled against his prostate, a new pleasure began to fill his soul.

The crowd went wild as their enemy was defeated in a way they never dreamed. Many took out their own cocks and stroked with glee as the young hero was deflowered in the most humiliating way. Junior had to close his eyes to avoid looking at the criminals who hurled insults at him as he was being made Nazi’s bitch.

The fucking seemed to last for an eternity before Captain Nazi finally reached the point of no return. Groaning with immense pleasure, the hulking villain spasmed with pleasure as cum began to shoot from his cock and into the battered ass of Captain Marvel, Jr.

As the onslaught of cum shot into his ass and slammed against his prostate, the young hero cried out in horror as his own orgasm ripped through him. With a bestial cry of defeat, his cock that had been hard since he transformed into Captain Marvel, Jr. shot out its own huge load. Looking down in horror at his cock as it gave the ultimate betrayal, the young man flinched as the first shot of cum hit him in the face. Feeling his hot spunk slide down his pretty face, Junior gave in to the feelings of orgasmic joy as streams of cum shot out and hit him on his chest and abdominals.

Captain Nazi smiled dreamily as the afterglow of such a powerful orgams filled his body and soul. He pushed his bitch off of his cock and watched as the numb body of Captain Marvel, Jr hit the floor. Taking a deep and shuddered breath of pleasure, the villain smiled at the defeated form of his enemy. Even if Junior was somehow able to get his powers back, there was way he would be able to hold his head up in pride. Nazi had successfully broken his greatest foe and it felt great! Standing to his feet, he pulled his tights over his softening cock and gathered the discarded remains of Junior’s costume in one hand. His other hand picked up the defeated hero by his naked waist as the young man hung limply in his grasp.

“Thank you for this gift of goodwill. My organization will gladly make an alliance with you, Doctor Sivana.”

The evil doctor rubbed his hands with glee as he watched the villain leave the party with the defeated hero in his grasp. He looked over to where Captain Marvel remained on his hands and knees in horrified shock. It was time for the finale as the Big Red Cheese will be broken once and for all.

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“Be Mine” A Valentine’s Recording that took an Unexpected Twist – Part 2
by Bryan Smith
Series: Be Mine

I woke up in a daze. At first I was confused about why I had headphones in and remembered that I listened to tape 2 last night. I didn’t feel different except for the fact that I again woke up with a raging hard on that felt better than ever. My cock was just begging to be touched. Funny thing was, I was convinced not to touch it which blew me away. I could feel the hesitation as I was saving it, but saving it for what? . . . Maybe it was for Jessica. That must be it. I got up and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to the bathroom. “Whoa bud, could’ve taken care of that before you left your room, don’t ya think?” I completely forgot or didn’t have disregard about my cock standing straight up, causing me to tent the towel around my waist. As I entered the shower, I was scrubbing my body down and could feel my cock throbbing and jumping every time I got near it. It begged to be touched but my will to avoid it was stronger than I ever imagined. As I debated as to whether or not touch it, I heard in my mind, “Save the testosterone for the workout.”

That was it. Mark was trying to help me with my confidence and to bulk up. I got dressed and decided to wear these tight boxer briefs that allowed me to push my cock to a side and almost conceal what was going on below. I then got dressed for the gym as I didn’t have class on Tuesday and Thursdays. When I showed up, I locked my bag away and hit the gym. I did some cardio and weight lifting but the odd thing was, I swear I saw Mark lurking around. Every time I thought I saw him, he disappeared. Perhaps it was the tape? Why was he on my mind so much? After an hour, I worked up a large enough sweat to call it a day. I went to the locker room, threw my clothes in the locker and walked to the shower.

I still got looks at my hairless cock, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was more confident than ever. As I showered, I noticed stares from all around the room. I looked down and of course, my cock was rock hard. I couldn’t help it. I quickly rinsed and ran to my locker as people laughed and went to grab for my clothes. “What the hell?” My lock was changed. But my locker was locker 32 and the lock is different. What the hell is this? Is this a sick joke? . . . I tried not to draw attention to it and looked down and saw a note.

“Looking for your clothes big boy? Meet in the steam room and do not say anything to the room tenant.” If this was a frat brother of mine, I was gonna be pissed. I went to the steam room and it was empty. I sat down for a minute and must say, it was nice. I sat back, soaked in the steam but then realized what was happening. My cock was responding to the temperature and here we go again. My cock was throbbing and I couldn’t wait no more. I needed to cum and this place is perfect. I began stroking and ohhhhhh it felt so good when all of a sudden I heard the word “Obey.” I stopped everything I was doing and just sat motionless.

“There’s my good boy. Responding so well to the tapes I see. You see, we are at the stage where when I say Obey, you enter a trance and will respond to all of my instructions. I want you to take that hand off your cock and just lean back and relax. You know this will feel great.” I laid back and I saw Mark.

“Mark?” I whispered.

“Shhh. Everything is fine. Your are mine now. I’m getting you that Valentines date you dreamed of.” Mark had a bag with him and in this bag he had a chastity device that meant for Ben. . . Little did Ben know that his Valentine’s date would change his life forever. Mark locked Ben’s cock in the chastity device while he was entranced and then preceded to put on the rest of Ben’s clothes.

“Ben when I count down from 5 to 1, you will remember that you had one thing to do and that was to go meet Mark at his house ASAP for tape 3. You are not concerned about anything that just took place. All you need to do is get to Marks.”

Mark moved by the door. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and the door shut. Ben woke up so, now I came to it and was confused but perhaps I just rested in the steam room. I was heading out when I remembered that I needed to get something from Mark in regards to tape 3. I can do that now so I drove over to his house. Not really sure how I knew how to get there, but I rang the doorbell and a young man who appeared to have underwear that mimics a butler’s costume answered the door and invited us in. The place was huge. I noticed that multiple butlers were cooking in the kitchen but they all were bare-chested and had these jock straps that cover the front but not the back. “This is weird.” I thought. One of the guys gave me a drink and said, “Make yourself at home.”

I went in and sat down and sipped a little on the drink. It was good I must say. I finally saw Mark coming down stairs looking at me. “Hi Ben. You like the drink?” I liked the drink but was more confused about what was going on… “Yes, but what is going on here?”

“Oh yes, see Ben. . . well finish your drink and we can take a tour.” I gulped it down and followed Mark throughout the house. Mark said that he is in the business of helping men’s fantasies come true. I assumed that getting me to get with Jessica was an example of that.

“So like me and Jessica right?”

Mark replied, “Well sort of.”

I was confused by the “sort of” part but continued on the tour. The house was quite normal with lots of rooms, but there was barely anything in the rooms. Just beds and not much other furniture. Perhaps the butlers or whatever they are didn’t live here. I didn’t think it was my place to ask questions so I just continued the tour. We went back downstairs and I thought we were done when he said, “One more place, the basement.” He said it was the most exciting place in the house for him and that’s where his tapes come to life.

“So you do your recording down there?” He said yes “in a way”. As we began walking downstairs, I became light headed and quickly grabbed the handrail. Mark turned around and said, “Are you alright?” I said that I must have just had a wave of dizziness come over me.

We continued downstairs and went to this back room. It looked like a creepy medieval basement but I thought, “Hey, to each their own.” We approached this door and he got ready to open it. Mark looked at me and asked if I was ok. For some reason, I was hot. “There must be no air conditioning down here. I’m sorry I am just extremely hot.” Mark said I could take my shirt off but I insisted I was OK. He opened the door and said, “Welcome home.”

I was confused and getting super dizzy. What was he talking about? I went inside and saw all of this torture and captive equipment. There was a cross where it looked like people could be bound, a horse like bench, a stretcher table, chains, and things I had no clue about.

“What is this?”

Mark said this is where he completes tape 3. I apologized and said, “I think you have the wrong idea. I’m going to head out now.” I turned around but Mark grabbed my arm. I almost fell over. Mark pulled me into his body with my back against his chest. He pulled my head back to rest on his shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Don’t fight it. Shhh. Let yourself go. OBEY.”

It was then I was totally relaxed. I couldn’t resist. I just let Mark take total control. He led me to this table and laid me down spread eagle style and locked me in. I knew this was wrong but my body couldn’t fight.

I eventually passed out on the table and don’t know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I panicked.

“Helpppp!!” I began screaming and Mark walked over. “Hey, what’s going on here. LET ME GOOOOO!”

“Fight all you want but you came over here. You wanted this. You want this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Ben it’s time for your transformation. You want to get laid, but haven’t had luck right?!?”

“Yes but I can do that on my own terms.”

“No Ben, you can’t… or it would have happened don’t you think? Now it’s time for you to become what you were always meant to be. To become the slut that you really are. To become the servant you dream to be.”

“OK this isn’t funny anymore. Let me GOOO!!”

Mark did not entertain any of my yelling. Instead, he grabbed a ball gag and shoved it right into my mouth. “I wouldn’t squirm if I were you. My boys need to have the boyish charm they were born with, so this hair has to go. After all, you can’t have body hair if your cock doesn’t have hair.”

I began moaning and begging for him not to do that, but he said, “You shaved your cock didn’t you Ben? You know this hair should be gone.”

Mark proceeded to shave my entire body and as he did, my cock grew more and more.

“Look at that cock. Look at how it responds. You are a little boy slut, aren’t you? I bet you are begging me to just touch it.”

I could feel my cock growing and ultimately it was throbbing. As Mark began shaving my thighs, his arms and hands would graze my cock or balls and each time I would twitch down there.

“Look at that twitch. You want me to touch it don’t you?”

I shook my head no and he said, “Fine, but soon you will beg to be touched.” He continued shaving and would move the water bowl purposely to an area that caused him to reach near my cock and graze me. I was dying on the inside. I didn’t want to succumb to another man’s touch but I almost couldn’t resist it. I needed to be released and inside I was almost praying for him to stroke me.

“If you want me to jerk your cock, if you want a man to give you pleasure, all you have to do is say PLEASE.”

I wouldn’t dare. “I am not gay and I will escape”, I thought to myself. Mark finished shaving my entire body; legs, arms, pits, balls and was ready to turn me over.

“Last chance before I turn you over. Once I turn you over, I may not offer release.”

I didn’t care. I just grimaced and ignored him. God I was so hard. Mark grazed my cock one last time as he reached to unstrap my arm to turn me over and I panicked. “Pwease pwease. OK OK.”

“What?”

“Pwease stroke me!”

“What was that?”

“Please stoke me. ‘ake ‘e cumm!”

“Good boy. You are a man’s slut. Enjoy this as it will be a while till this happens again.”

“What?!?!?”

“Oh, you thought you were in control of this cock?!?!? Hahahaha, boy, you are mine, but don’t worry. I don’t expect you to know everything. After all, you have only listened to tape 1 and 2. Tape 3 has your final instructions.”

I began to object but Mark grabbed my cock and began stroking. I am not sure what he was doing but he was twisting and stroking and twisting and ultimately driving me insane!! It didn’t take long before I was on the edge (well as close to the edge of the table has humanly possible). I was going to explode, but as I got close, Mark stopped stroking. I began convulsing and raising my body searching for his hand just grunting away.

“Oh you thought I would let you cum so quickly? Hahaha oh no boy. I’m going to take my sweet old time. . .”

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“Be Mine” A Valentine’s Recording that took an Unexpected Twist – Part 1
by Bryan Smith
Series: Be Mine

Here I was, 21, in college, and dateless for Valentine’s Day. I had never really enjoyed the day as I always thought it was a gimmick for us men to spend money, but everyone in college around me seemed to have a date except me. The problem wasn’t me; at least I don’t think it was. See, I have always been that male model type. I’m from California and have what most people would call, “the surfer dude look,” and sure, I met the memo. I was 6 foot tall, blue eyes, blond, shaggy hair, weighed 150lbs, and yes, I loved to surf. . . So, were the ladies crawling over me? Of course, but my problem wasn’t having girls crawl over me, it was keeping them. I am extremely shy and underestimate my game, which is why, this year, I was determined to have a Valentine’s date and would go to any length to improve my confidence.

2 weeks ago, I went to a bar on a Sunday night because I just needed a drink. I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. I was watching football and minding my own business when a gentlemen who was in his mid 30s or so sat down next to me and asked, “What’s a young chap like you doing here on a Sunday night alone?” I really didn’t want to entertain conversation, but I just said I needed a break. He introduced himself, “I’m Mark. And look man, I’m not trying to bother you, I had a day myself and was just grabbing a drink. We don’t have to chat.”

Well now I felt bad and I introduced myself. “I’m sorry. I’m Ben. It’s been a week.” I explained that my fraternity had a Valentine’s date party coming up and I’m the only one without a date and I was just bummed. Dates are due by Saturday, so I had to find a girl in 6 days, a week before Valentines.

“Really? That surprises me. I hope you don’t take offense, but I feel like girls must be climbing all over you. I mean you are in my eyes a college girl’s dream, and guys too haha.”

I said, “No, no offense taken. I just don’t have any game sometimes. Like I get super nervous.”

Mark told me that he understood but said he may be able to help. “See man, I’m a psychologist and a hypnotherapist. I have worked with guys like you and can give you some tapes. Ben all you do is listen to them and they help boost your confidence and I promise, you will walk away with game and can have any girl you dream of.”

“I don’t know man. I really don’t believe in hypnosis. I don’t like the idea of subliminal messages or anything.”

Mark explained that I had nothing to lose. “I mean, it’s not going t cost you a thing. I’m just offering to help and I have the tapes in my car. I’ll grab them. If you want to listen, go ahead, or if you want to be dateless, suit yourself.” Mark grabbed the tapes and gave them to me. We chatted for awhile and then he called it a night. He left and just said, If you want that date, listen to the tapes in order 1-3 and only 1 each night.”

Night 1:

I went home which was at the frat house and got ready for bed. I was a little buzzed as Mark bought me a couple drinks, for which I wasn’t complaining. As I laid down, I contemplated the tapes. I decided to just give it a shot. I mean, what did I have to lose? As I laid down, I put tape one in went to sleep. The tape was nothing special. There was soothing music and then a voice that whispered about confidence and believing in yourself and giving into your desire for companionship. I had said this all to myself in my head but I just listened and eventually nodded off. The tape was set to replay throughout the night. When I woke up the next day, I didn’t really feel different. I went about my daily routine. I got up and wrapped my waist with a towel. I walked down the hallway to the shower and one of my buddies just said, “Ben what changed?” I just replied huh and continued on my way. He repeated himself and asked, “What changed? You never walk around shirtless.” I honestly had no answer. Maybe the tape did work. Was I growing more confident? Perhaps.

As I jumped in the shower, I began shaving and then had this urge to gaze at my cock. I looked down at it and don’t know what came over me but I decided to shave my pubes. As I did so, I immediately got hard. I liked the way it looked. I looked big, and I mean, I was. Erect, I sit at about 7-8 inches and I never complained, but now I looked BIG. When I finished, I was so turned on and I just couldn’t help myself. I thought about what to do for a moment but I just couldn’t fight the urge to jerk off. After all, I couldn’t walk back with a hardon and risk being caught.

I began jerking off in the shower and found my mind thinking about some girls I found super attractive and then all of a sudden I had an image of Mark in my head. I was taken back for a second but couldn’t get him out of my mind. I could hear him saying, “Cum for me boy, cum.” I was confused; yet after I got him out of my mind, I realized I had shot all over the shower. “What the fuck was that about?” I thought.

I shook it off and went about my day. I found myself walking with my head taller and looking everyone, girl or guy in the eye. I was actually feeling good about myself and felt like a new man. Perhaps these tapes were working. It was in class that I sat next to this girl named Jessica who was hot as hell. We flirted on occasion but I never had the balls to ask her to a dance or a party. After the way I had been feeling today, I thought about it, but then Mark got in my head again, “Don’t ask anyone out until you finish tape 3. It’s too soon.” I questioned that, but thought, “I feel good now so let’s not rush it.”

That evening, I went back to the frat house and grabbed my clothes to go to the gym. When I got inside, I changed into a tank top and some running shorts. I did my typical routine, cardio and then lifted some, but today I did more. I decided to bench and was surprised at my confidence to lift despite the jocks being around. You see, usually, I hated lifting and felt judged by all the macho guys but not today. Today was a new day and I was ready to be amongst the hottest and most muscled guys around. As I finished, I went inside and began to change when I could smell myself and knew I should just shower then. I walked through the locker room naked to the showers and received quite a few looks. A few of the guys were laughing and called me a fag but I just brushed it off. I realized they were laughing at my hairless cock but I just took it as they were jealous. Nothing bothered me anymore.

I finished showering, got dressed, and headed back to the frat house to end my night studying. As I got back, I went to my room and pulled out the books. I began studying but just could not concentrate. I was so horny and just couldn’t understand it. Perhaps I was just so sexually frustrated and I will admit, I hadn’t been laid in weeks. I decided to look at porn and went to my typical sites with girls with huge boobs and begging to be fucked. All of a sudden, I saw an add for a Russian roulette chat. I was drawn to try it and realized that it was a chat room where you jack to almost anybody and everybody. I opened it up and hit, “allow” for my webcam to access my computer. I was feeling so hot right now and had never felt harder. I entered and don’t know if I didn’t hit the right gender, but all that flashed on the screen were other dudes jerking. At first, I covered up, but then one guy wrote, “Don’t be shy.” I don’t know what came over me, but I listened and just jerked. I must have seen 5-6 guys as they switched until I finally came on camera. When I came, I felt like I lost consciousness for 2 minutes. “Whoa that was hot!” wrote the last guy on camera who came at the same time. Both of us had jizz all over our chest and he even hit his face. I quickly shut my computer and took a deep breath. “Why, how, what?” I was confused. I wasn’t gay. “How did that happen?” I must have been so hard and horny that I didn’t care to delay orgasm. “Whatever” I thought. I still felt great about myself and perhaps I needed some validation from a webcam and if it was a guy and he was turned on, I guess it was me that turned him on… At least that’s what I told myself.

I cleaned myself up and finished my homework. I climbed into bed and looked at the tapes. I had a weird day but also felt great. Clearly the tapes were working. Did I need tape 2 or could I get Jessica now? I remembered what I heard in class from Mark, “Don’t ask until you finish all 3 tapes.” I decided that I came this far so why not… On to tape 2…

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Art by Amalaric

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Batman is captured by the Riddler and forced to endure a tickle torture session from his tickle master Qui Chang.
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Batman Tickled by the Riddler
by Anonymous

Batman was relaxing in the Bat Cave […]

I was 66 years old, worried about the inactive Hep virus I contracted during a transfusion wile in the Air Force which became activated, when I was kidnaped and forced into a medical experiment that changed me into another completely different and younger object of sexual pleasure.
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The Almost Gender Change Experiment
By Ed Rubber

I was 66 years old, worried about the inactive Hep virus I contracted during a transfusion wile in the Air Force which became activated, when I was kidnaped and forced into a medical experiment that changed me into another completely different and younger object of sexual pleasure.

At age 66, the last thing in my mind was sex. The sudden Hep B attack 6 years ago, had eaten away over a quarter of my liver, and the fact that my days on this earth where few, just surviving each day was uppermost in my mind. I kept exercising by bicycling 3 to 5 miles every day, which was becoming almost impossible due to my deteriorating health. It was a beautiful perfect day in Key Largo, Florida. The temperature was 72 degrees and the sun was shining. I was not feeling well so I decided to go for the shorter route of 3 miles on the bicycle. This route was on a one way narrow road near the water in the back streets. It was in a kind of deserted area when I heard a vehicle coming behind me and slowed down making me apprehensive not to lose my balance. I tried to look to the side however someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside a van making me land on a large mattress. It was so quick that by the time I realized where I was, a plastic mask was placed over my mouth and nose and a man’s voice said “Just keep calm and breathe deeply.” I did and passed out.
I woke up feeling extremely strange. I was sitting in a balloon type chair, completely tied to it. My head was in some type of tight encasing with slits for eyes, nose and mouth. My mind wandered to sexual excitement because there was a smell of rubber mixed with Johnson’s baby powder and for some reason no matter how sick I felt that smell has always excited me.

I had to breath through my nose because there was something large in my mouth. The room around me looked like a hospital treatment room with a strange surgery table with a rubber air filled top not tight enough to bulge and with the center creases it might have been filled with water. In the corner there was a strange contraption with several padded areas with belts hanging from it and very large enema rubber bags hanging directly above it. Against the wall there was the usual stainless steel sink with medicine cabinets, an array of rubber gloves, round things looking almost like dildos with thin rubber tubing and rubber air pumps hanging from the ends of them. I tried to look down to the floor however a hard neck brace prevented me from doing so.
From somewhere behind me, I heard a door opening and closing and someone walking towards me. A man in his mid-fifties came into my view toting a cart with all sorts of electronic gadgets and wire connectors on it. He pulled up a chair and sat about 8 feet in front of me and after looking me over from top to bottom said “Hi, I’m glad you’re finally awake because I want to get on with my research. My name is Dr. Armstrong and I have been doing research on a possible cure for hepatitis B and C for the past six years. Six years ago I got a list of fifty candidates for my research infected with Hep and you were the 12th on that list. My theory is that with a treatment of largely female hormones with a small percentage of male hormones and some other ingredients of my formula, Hep could be cured. With trial and error on your predecessors, I found out that this has the bonus effect of making persons younger but only males. You are going to be the subject of female studies without sex organ change. In other words I am going to make your body very desirable to men and make you around 35 to 40 years younger and completely cured of diseases. Psychologically and internally you are going to have the most enjoyable sex life possible more so then any man or woman. You will enjoy both worlds to the max. Now then, I chose you for this final stretch because of the following reasons. The medication you have been taking for the last six years to keep the Hep in check, in conjunction with my hormones and other treatments are essential for success . Also I have hacked into your P.C. and found out about your gay tendencies even though you never acted on them as a matter of principals. Please understand that your life as Arnold Messler is over. We have already transferred your identity to a dead person that was cremated last night. You’re my property from now on. You will be on extensive treatment for the next two months. Your body is going to change drastically and eventually you are going to be a 30 year old in pure sexual ecstasy most of the time. You will be trained extensively both mentally and physically. Now, during the period of checking you I came across your fetish for rubber and have to admit that I am rubberiest myself and found that rubber is a very helpful material for sexual success in this program. I am going to mold your body in the form of a very desirable round bottom. In rubber it will be irresistible.

You have been out for 24 hours and I have already started your treatments. You no longer have any hair throughout your body. The hormones are going to make your complexion very feminine and soft and your body very sensitive to touch, especially your nipples and rectum. While you were under, I implanted suggestive pictures and feelings in your mind increasing your enjoyment and desire to suck a dick. Of course it goes without saying that all the sex you will undertake will be protected with condoms, oral or rectal. The chair you are sitting in is state of the art of rubber and electronics so that once I connect my control, I will be able to introduce anything and any feeling in your body. Once every 10 hours the suit you are wearing will fill with oxygen giving you a ¼ of an inch looseness inside which will last 2 hours. I can feed you, clean you even fuck you all without taking you out of it. I think that within 2 weeks you should be changed enough to be taken out of the suit and start your human experiences at the special clubs. Now I am going to put you back to sleep because tomorrow will be a very tiresome training day for you.”

And with that he plugged in his control wires to the chair and I was out.

I woke up somewhat disoriented and it took me a little time to find my surroundings and status. I was in a dimly lit large room with stone flooring and walls and a rubber covered bed with several rubber pillows on it and a head board totally covered in padded rubber at a 45 degree angle. The large room was equipped with BDSM equipment like whips, paddles, dildos and harnesses hanging all over the walls. There was also a saw horse covered in plush padded rubber with straps hanging from it, a large wood x with hand and ankles cuffing and some more shelves and equipment I was not able to identify. I felt a slight chill and realized that I was totally naked wearing only a tight rubber head hood with eyes nose and mouth openings, high heel boots and my arms where held about a foot above my head with cuffs around my wrists connected to a metal bar about 3 feet long connected to a chain going up to the ceiling.

I looked down at myself and was flabbergasted at my new body shape. I now had a small waist line with larger abs, small but perfect pear shape breasts with swollen slightly larger than usual nipples. My skin was perfectly smooth and hairless with a light shine and glow that made me a little exited especially when I twisted my head back as far as I could and saw my beautiful, round, firm ass. The voice of the Dr. sounded from somewhere and said, “This will be your first real male to male encounter. You are going to have the greatest most exciting physical experience of your life. Just remember that there is no reason to be ashamed, no one will even know who you are. Now you are an object of pleasure for men. Relax and enjoy it.”

My felt confused to say the least. On one hand I was kidnapped and forced to be in this predicament however on the other I was already feeling incredible and younger, so much better than a few days ago when my life was on it’s way to an end.

A door opened and closed somewhere behind me and I could hear steps towards me. It was a moment of total stress good or bad I was not sure. Even being naked in this cooler room I started perspiring slightly and felt weak at the knees. I dared not turn my head to look. The shock came when two muscle bound arms surrounded my body and two large hands grabbed my breasts and gently squeeze them for a few moments then started to play with the nipples while at the same time tightly pushing his body against mine with a large hard appendage forcing it’s way vertically between my ass cheeks. He was kissing and nibbling on my neck and shoulder and I think he was kissing my rubber covered head. Every part of my body that he touched tingled and blazed with pleasurable sensations. Its very hard to describe how wonderful and exhilarating I felt. He continued squeezing me to the point of lifting me off my feet tightly against him. I was actually breathing heavily and at times losing my breath slightly. After a few minutes he put me down and let me go completely, walking away. I heard the rustling of packaging and the noise of a cabinet door opening then his large hand grabbing my right ass cheek then the left which was another incredible feeling for me since no one had ever done that to me and the sensitivity state that my body was in due to the hormone treatments. He spread my ass cheeks apart and penetrated me with one finger to lubricate my entrance. For a few seconds after that nothing touched me but I could sense that he was probably putting on the condom. THEN THE MOMENT OF TRUTH. THIS WAS IT. THE ONCE IN A LIFE TIME EXPERIENCE WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN. I felt the head of his dick push between my cheeks and what felt like a tennis ball starting to push against my anus. I thought this was as far as it would go but to my surprise it went in to a second point of resistance and as it crossed that barrier I felt a pain difficult to explain. He apparently noticed my distress and stopped. To my surprise, after the pain subsided, I started pushing back taking in that enormous appendage deep inside of me until I felt my ass cheeks squeeze against his muscular legs. He again held me tight against him with my feet off the floor while playing with my nipples with his fingers. I FELT AS IF I WAS IMPALLED ON A LARGE POLE INSIDE MY WHOLE BODY GIVING OUT SPARKS OF CONSTANT INCREDIBLE PLEASURE .

Definitely, this was the most outrageous wonderful outstanding experience I had in my life. I was compressing my inner muscles to try giving the most pleasure to that rod of ecstasy. I was having constant mini-inner orgasms making me tremble with pleasure and was glad that my feet and legs where not supporting me because they were shaky and weak. He kept flopping me forward and naturally gravity was bringing me back to full impalement. Nothing was touching my dick, but it was semi-hard and dripping with pre-cum. The pleasure was too complete for me to concentrate on any one area. I was in a place I never wanted to leave; my head was in a buzz that I wished would never end. Suddenly, he started to moan loudly and throwing me at twice the speed, naturally duplicating my pleasure. He slowed to a complete stop and after a few seconds took it out, kissed the back of my neck and left me hanging on the chain above me which I appreciated as otherwise I would have fallen like a sack of potatoes. There was a very strange and empty feeling inside me to the point that I was sad and kind of lonely hoping for more.

I felt something being moved from behind my head and an apparatus was removed from my eyes and to my shock, I was back at the lab sitting in the rubber chair. The Dr. was looking at me with a smile of satisfaction and said, “Well, I’m sure you enjoyed yourself and this is just the beginning.” I was stunned.

It was all mind imaging he explained. I could feel the throbbing in my rear again as he touched his controls and I felt something entering and exiting my rectum again. He advanced that the physical contacts were really with a dildo and artificial means through his controls. He told me that the real experience will keep getting better with every act. He then told me that I no longer have the hep virus and my body was well on it’s way to the point of what I saw in the mind experience. My feelings about this ordeal changed completely. I had been furious with the fact that I had been taken against my will and forced into submission. Now however, I was feeling a sense of adventure and improvement over my previous life. The Dr. started unhooking the connections and told me that I was going to be taken off the chair for a while to be showered and trained in the aspect of oral sex, after which I would be placed in the room for the night where I would be expected to make a full detail report of my most intimate feelings during the first sexual experience. He rolled the chair out of the lab and into a corridor that led to a very large shower area with a special area that obviously was built for enemas since it had a padded bench about waist high with several rubber tubes hanging with appropriate custom made anal intruders with rubber pear shape air pumps and the largest two rubber enema bags I have ever seen hanging from chains from the ceiling. He stopped the chair and first took the collar off my neck then unzipped the rubber arm sleeves and the front ending in the legs all the way down to my ankles. As I started to move forward to get up, I felt the air on my back and noticed that the seat was perfectly proportioned to mold my body forming to every crevice including the one between the cheeks of my ass. This was in fact a state of the art wonder that could perform any action the controller wanted to do to the subject. I was in love with the chair, I felt like hugging it. The Dr. left and a tall strong individual wearing rubber boots, a long neck to ankle rubber apron and black rubber gloves grabbed me by the arm and took me to the enema area. First he bent me over the rubber covered bench and grabbed a dildo type anal insert with tubing attached to it then inserted in my rectum to the hilt followed by pumping a balloon inside to insure it would not come out. He connected the other end to the enormous rubber enema bag which appeared to be half full. When the water pressure started to become painful, I reached back to stop it but he grabbed my wrists and cuffed them to the bench telling me he controls the amount of water and that just for my attempt, I would have to endure another quarter gallon. After the enemas I was given a soapy shower then dried then he went out and brought back an arm full of garments plus a large container of Jonson’s baby powder. First item was a rubber corset which he powdered well then placed around my waist and tightened in the back so much thar I was having breathing difficulties. He then powdered a pair of rubber shorts with a slit at the rectum area and told me to put it on. Next a rubber hood with eyes nose and mouth holes and last a rubber brazier made of hard rubber cups with pear pumps that after they were in place he pumped the air out of them enlarging my breasts until my nipples where touching some rubber knobs that had a mechanism with small weights on the outside that worked in a circular motion touching and exciting my nipple tips. Every movement I made drove me mad and all I could think about was to be fucked. I was taken back to the lab where in the place of the chair, there was a gurney with the same style rubber mattress and suit and electronic plug in at the bottom. I was made to lie on it face down with my face and breasts in a padded holes similar to those of a massage table, followed by the zipping of the rubber suit making me completely immobile. The contraption was placed in front of my eyes and suddenly I was laying in a padded bench at 45 degree angle looking at a confortable stuffed seat facing me. I had a belt around my back waist level and my wrists cuffed to the sides at hip level.

My head was hanging out without any support. Every small movement I made caused the nipple knobs to drive me crazy with lust. I am naked again and anxiously waiting for some kind of sex whatever it may be. I am back in the dungeon room as before. A large rubber covered man walked in with his large organ protruding from it covered with a condom. He sat in front of me pushing himself to where my face was on his lap and my mouth was pressing on his large dick completely engorged and ready for action. He lifted my head and pushed his dick in my mouth first all the way to the back of my throat and then pulling back to where just the head was inside. I heard a voice instructing me to move my tongue in a circle motion around the head without touching my teeth on it. With the nipple motion this was turning me on and I was really enjoying and getting into it. I was on my own moving my head up and down on it allowing to go down my throat until the gagging point at which time I would pull back and start again.

In the last possibly two months I was taken every other day, given an enema and fucked while giving a blow job at the same time. In that time my body became perfect like the way it was in my mind on the first fuck. I was rejuvenated as promised by the Dr. to about age 32 but, I was turned into a beautiful she-male.

The day finally came when instead of being placed in the rubber chair, I was prepared and dressed in a skin color rubber suite with the usual slit in the rectal area. However instead of the rubber hood, they fitted me with a blonde wig pony tail style and make up. My male genitals were well concealed within the rubber front . I was going with my face hanging out but it was a face no one would recognize. They placed me in the back of a van with no windows and after a 20 minute ride I was taken out of the van inside a garage where we proceeded to an elevator to the penthouse.

I was made to sit in the edge of a large rubber king size bed and wait. After about 15 minutes a large dark headed man with a athletic physique came in, undressed completely from his blue suit and tie, sat next to me in the bed, told me to lay belly down over his lap and started to spank me with his large hand painfully hard. I did what I thought would turn him on and softly started to cry and beg him to stop. It worked because I felt his enormous hard on banging on my belly. After a fiery ass pounding, he stopped and told me to get on my knees in front of him. As I was complying, he placed a under-sized condom on and before I could think, it was in my mouth and I was working the magic that I learned for the past 3 months. After 8 to 10 minutes he stopped me, picked me up and laid me on the bed. He got some rubber pillows, placed them under me to prop my round ass up, spread my legs apart and laid on top of me with his large dick sliding up and down my crack and then….the big moment it was against my entrance and started to go in. With all the training I had it hurt a little but once it was in, it was even better than the training. He would pump up and down for a while, then lay with his full weight on me moving his hips from side to side, then get in a push up position and pump fast and hard. His incredible stamina kept him going for about 35 to 40 minutes, then the usual fast pace finally with the resting by laying on top of me for a while, and taking it out of me slowly with a pop. He was lying next to me resting and I reached over and gently caressed his genitals. He kind of snoozed for about 20 minutes and in that interim his dick got hard and if possible larger than before. He woke up, told me to exchange the condom, and started to fuck me all over again, this time it took him over an hour. As much as I was enjoying, I was getting tired but I would have served him all night if needed. When he finished he again laid next to me and told me that as soon as he would fall asleep, I was to press the button in the wall then wait in the next room for them to pick me up. That was the first of the continued sessions every other day. I was given Sundays off. They put me in a suite in a luxury hotel with 9 other cases like me.

I discovered that they were and are selling me to the highest bidder on the internet. I found out that sometimes I bring as much as $20,000 for one night. The cure for Hep b was never approved because of the sexual transformation. I started thinking that maybe, the good Dr. had never intended this to be any miracle cure, he was making a small fortune with ten of us being auctioned every night. I found out that he owned the hotel. Constant sex has turned me into a nymphomaniac and on my days off I miss the sex. I am happy and the only question I have is when do I celebrate my birthday?

THE END

Please let me know how you like it, because I have another story coming.

Ed Rubber

The captured muscle boys endure a sizzling foot torture and an intense whipping as a punishment for breaking the rules about sexual contact.
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The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder – Chapter 2: The Cell and a Hellish Punishment
by Ragnar1963
Series: The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder

Honda watched with lustful eagerness as the ripped bodies of his two captives dangled helplessly over the flames. Twist and turn and writhe as they might, Ryder and Cort had no way to escape the rising waves of intense heat that was baking their bodies and making their muscles drip with sweat. They thrashed frantically, shouting in anger, cursing their captor, trying to raise their chained ankles in the air, away from the flames licking just a foot or so below, away from the torturous heat roasting their tender bare soles…

Hondo sat in his private quarters, watching the spectacle of pain, fingering the large sensitive nips that crowned his own huge bodybuilder pecs: “Yes… yes, suffer, my sexy young studs,” he moaned as he pleasured himself to the sight and sound of the two young muscleboys roasting painfully over the firepit. His two massive goons stood behind him and smirked at the torture of the lads while Hondo’s hands moved down to his crotch and unsnapped the fly of his tight leather pants, freeing his huge hardening cock, which sprang up stiff and throbbing. With one hand Hondo began to stroke his erect member while the other reached for his control panel and pressed another button….

… a motor whirred into action and the chains from which the pole dangled slowly lowered… “NOOOOO! FUUUUCKKKK!!!!” Cort and Ryder screamed in anger and pain as they descended even closer to the leaping flames! Their chained legs jerked and thrashed wildly; they could barely raise them high enough to keep them from direct contact with the fire! Honda stroked his thick cock harder and faster as the young torture victims’ shouts of pain grew louder and more frantic and their writhing flung sweat in every direction, sweat wrung from their ripped musculature by the unbearable heat of the flames…

“Take them to their cell,” Hondo croaked as he neared orgasm… Dax and Dez left the room and returned to the torture chamber just as their boss came loudly and violently, a fountain of semen splattering from his thick cock, while watching his sexy captives scream and suffer…

When the two goons reached the chamber, the flames had been shut off, the trapdoor was sliding closed, and the chains were lowering the two exhausted, dripping reprieved studs to the dungeon floor. They put up no resistance as the pole was slid out from their elbows and their wrists uncuffed and recuffed behind them. Strong-armed to one end of the torture chamber, they saw an iron-barred door that led to a low cell built into the wall, roughly four feet high, six wide, and eight deep. Each guard tore the leather jockstrap off the sweaty prisoner he was frog-marching before the door was clanged open and Cort and Ryder thrown naked and cuffed to the stone floor inside.

“Welcome to your new home, boys,” Dez chuckled cruelly as he slammed the barred door shut and locked it.

“You fuckers! You goddamn FUCKERS!!!! We’re gonna fucking KILL YOU!!!” Ryder shouted uselessly.

The tiny cell, in which the two muscled fuckbuds lay side by side, was empty. There were two small depressions in the stone floor, up front near the door–bowls worn into the rock, one deeper than the other. Cort and Ryder were furious and fearful to see Dax reach through the bars with a wooden ladle and dump a disgusting mush into the shallower depression.

“Dinnertime, fuckers,” he sneered. “This is a special feed, engineered for maximum nutrition and packed with steroids. Gotta keep those ripped musclebods in shape,” he snickered. “Hope you enjoy it, ’cause it’s all you’re gonna get from now on. It’s also got an appetite suppressant in it, so a scoop a day is all you’ll need.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Cort yelled. “I’m not fuckin eating off the fuckin floor!”

“Eat or starve, shithead,” barked Dax as he reached in with another ladle and filled the deeper floor bowl halfway with water.

Starving, the young captives had no choice but to eat. And with their wrists chained behind them, they were forced to kneel before the depressions and lower their faces into the mash… Dax and Dez laughed sadistically to see the two naked muscled lads, once so cocky, feeding like hungry dogs from the floor, gobbling up the tasteless mush, then lapping up the water.

Then without another word–just more cruel laughter–the two overbuilt goons turned and walked out.

Ryder and Cort flopped down naked onto their stomachs on the cold stone floor of the cell.

“Dude, we’re fucked,” Ryder muttered.

“We gotta get the fuck outta here.”

“I’m gonna fuckin tear up all three of those bastards.”

“Dude, those shitheads are gonna torture us HARD.”

“Who gives a fuck? We can take the pain, right, bro?”

“Fuck yeah, dude! You and me, Ryder, takin their fuckin PAIN!”

Wincing, the two musclebros rolled onto their sides to face each other, lying uncomfortably on their recently stretched, twisted arms. Even in this perilous situation, chained in a cell in a madman’s torture chamber, the two horndogs were getting boned to see each other naked.

“Dude, you still got some of that shit on your cheek…” said Cort. He scrunched closer to Ryder and licked a fleck of mush off his best bud’s cheek.

“Thanks, bro…” Ryder whispered… then he moved in for a kiss… first tenderly, then within seconds ravenously, the two young studs began to make out… their cocks sprang into hardness as they lay chest to chest devouring each other’s hot mouths… and moments after that, Cort had managed to turn his chained body to point the other direction, and, like a starving man, wrapped his mouth around Ryder’s already-throbbing hardon and began to suck vigorously… Ryder needed no invitation to do the same to his musclebud, and the cell was filled with the slurping sounds of two naked horny dudes 69ing, their faces buried in each other’s sweating hairy crotches…

BZZZZZ! BZZZZZZ! BZZZZZZZ!!! Suddenly an alarm went off and a second later, before the two horrendous, already on the brink of coming, could disengage from hungrily devouring each other’s thick hard manmeat, Dax and Dez came running back to their cell. “What the fuck are you doing?” Dax shouted, though it should have been obvious from seeing the two prisoners lying side by side with spit-slicked erections.

“What the fuck…” Cort muttered, embarrassed and frightened but still hard and horny.

“Sex is forbidden without the Boss’s permission!” Dez barked. And he stood aside to reveal the angry glare of Hondo, standing right behind the two goons.

He stared, furious, at the two boys lying on the floor of their cage. “I had hoped the first ordeal of torture for you two idiots would not be a punishment,” the leather stud muttered coldly. “But I can see it must be. Dax, Dez…. prepare them for the lash.”

The captives were aghast–“What… no… we didn’t know….?”

Dax and Dez smiled cruelly. “Yes, my handsome painslaves, you shall be whipped. Whipped most severely. The prison strap and the cat will teach them to obey the rules,” the Boss mused. “Dax, Dez–string these two horndogs up in the usual position.”

The two guards pulled the young musclebros out of their cage and to their feet. They smirked sadistically at Cole and Ryder’s throbbing hardons–then each guard grabbed a boy’s cock and balls in a meaty paw, pulled, and snapped an iron cockring around each tumescent package.

Hondo laughed. “Yes, in case you were wondering, that WAS Viagra mixed into your mash, my lads,” he sneered. “I intend to keep you both hard as granite–but without satisfaction; the hellish ache from your boiling balls will only add to your agony–and my amusement. BRING THEM!”

Hondo strode back into the torture chamber as Dax and Dez frog-marched the captives behind him. Both studly 19-year-olds had the same thought–We don’t need no fuckin Viagra to stay hard!–as they were forced over to two sets of manacles dangling from chains from a crossbeam. Dax and Dez made swift work of locking the young captives’ wrists into the manacles. Pulling their legs apart, they locked the boys’ ankles into similar manacles chained to the stone floor. Cort and Ryder stood spread-eagled, facing each other, bodies pressed close. They heard a grinding, creaking noise–and as Hondo turned a crank in the wall, the two prisoners felt the chains pull their arms in the air…

Fist the muscled lads were stretched out tall… then the chains lifted them off the ground… their heels, then toes, were lifted by the relentless pulley until their bare feet swung free from the cold stone floor… the pulley turned, and Cort and Ryder felt the chains locking their ankles to the floor tauten until at last their naked bodies were stretched to the limit, their feet dangling, the chains pulling them tight…

As they hung spread-eagled and taut, Hondo reached between their muscled dangling bodies for one final bondage detail: He wrapped long leather thongs around their hot nutsacs and rigid erections, tightly tying their cocks together! Cort and Ryder’s huge erections, aching from Viagra and teenage lust, were pressed tightly together, wrapped in a cocoon of leather as they dangled face-to-face from the tightly drawn chains….

Hondo smiled cruelly as he stepped back and examined his prisoners. Greedy eyes devoured every inch of the well-muscled bodies of the naked, helpless young jocks. “I shall leave it to you to select the implements of punishment,” he told Dax and Dez. Hanging on the dungeon wall were a huge selection of whips, floggers, canes–every imaginable tool of impact torture–and the two hunks went to examine them. “Choose wisely. How shall we torture these two horny young men to teach them a lesson about indulging in sex without my permission?”

Dez and Dax taunted the chained lads by trying out several tools, swishing and lashing them through the air. The boys, dangling helplessly, their cocks still rock-hard, couldn’t help but imagine how each would feel on their naked flesh. Meanwhile Hondo circled his wrist-hanging captives, stroking and kneading their muscles as if feeling out exactly where on their muscled backs and round tender asses he could inflict the most agony… “Ohhhh, yes, you will be lashed,” he muttered dreamily to himself, in a trance of sadistic lust as he fondled the muscles of his young painslaves. “Your naked bodies will be whipped again and again while you scream in pain, begging for mercy… your hard young cocks bound tight… your young muscles aflame from each hellish blow… yesssss…ohhh, yes… lash them… lash them…”

Dax and Dez at last brought two implements to Hondo, who held them up so the boys could see them as he described them. “This is an authentic Southern prison strap. A three-inch-wide piece of thick leather mounted on a sturdy wooden handle. Used to subdue even the strongest prisoners in an instant, it knocks the wind out of its victims until the inability to breathe causes panic, and leaves a broad trail of agony across a man’s back. And this,” Hondo said, holding up the other flogger, “is a cat. Note the nine strands of rawhide, each knotted several times–knots to dig into a man’s muscle.”

“Both of you shall feel both of these, at length. Dax, take the strap for Cort. I shall begin the lashing of Ryder.”

“How many strokes, Boss?? asked the musclehead.

“Until I no longer desire to witness their pain.”

The two bound boys refused to let their fear show. Their jaws were set and defiant as they hung from their wrist chains, cocks still hard and wrapped tightly, and Hondo and Dax took their positions behind each muscleboy.

“Put your back into it, Dax.”

“Of course, Boss,” said Dax, who loved flogging the Boss’s painslaves above all tortures,

They raised their weapons–reared their arms–

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

And Cort and Ryder’s backs exploded in red-hot pain.

Hondo was quite right–the blow of the prison strap knocked the wind out of Cort. He froze, stunned by the sudden agony. While the thin strands of the cat sliced into poor Ryder’s back muscles ninefold, setting it aflame with a stinging sensation. He winced, and very nearly cried out, but refused to give his enslavers the satisfaction.

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

Again and again the lashes fell–sometimes simultaneously, slamming the lads’ bodies into each other and crushing their tied erections together, or separately, in which case each boy had the agony of watching his bro-lover’s reaction to the hellish pain.

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

Mercilessly the muscle boys’ backs were lashed over and over as they hung naked from the wrist chains. They gasped for breath. Pain ravaged their handsome faces. But still they made every effort not to cry out.

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

“Switch.” Dax moved to stand behind Ryder. Hondo handed his cat to Dez,who stood behind Cort.

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

The first blow of the new implement on each young man’s back brought the agony to a new level. Cort’s back, reddened and tenderized by the broad strap, was highly vulnerable to the slice of the thinner strands of the cat, while Ryder’s lacerated back now felt each body blow of the strap across a wide region of cat welts.

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

And Hondo now was standing back, drinking in the spectacle of erotic agony, watching his sweating muscleheads do the work as he relished the sight of two cocky young muscleboys being tortured with lash after lash…

“LASH THEM!” he shouted. “Make them scream!”

“NEVER!” yelled Ryder, writhing in agony as he hung.

“Harder! HARDER!!! Lash their naked bodies! Lash them! LASH THEM!!!!”

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

“Lay the blows on their asses!” And Dax and Dez moved their strokes down to connect with the tender flesh of the lads’ delectable bubble butts… soon their entire bodies were marked with agonizing stripes and welts from their shoulders to the tops of their thighs…

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

Then suddenly–there was no way he could help it–a tiny cry escaped Cort’s lips after one brutal stroke: “Aahhh…”

Dax and Dez were like sharks tasting blood, knowing they were close to conquering their victims. They put even more muscle into each blow.

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

And the dam of pain broke and the two tortured boyslaves began to

SCREAM…. “Aaah!! AAAAGHHH!! AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAH!!!! AIEEEEEEE!!! AAAGGGHHHHHH!!!! YAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

Hondo laughed as the lads’ agonized shrieks echoed in the stone torture chamber! The two jocks writhed and thrashed as they hung by their wrists in chains, naked, spread-eagled, ankles stretched wide, and their bound cocks twisted and smashed with each lash!

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

“AAAAGHHHH!! AAAAAGHHHHH!!! AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

“BEG ME TO STOP!!!”

“FUCK YOU!!!!!!!”

“LASH THEM! HARDER! MAKE THEM BEG!”

SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!! SWISHHHHH!!! CRACK!!!

“AAAAGHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

“STOP!”

Dax and Dez brought down their torture tools.

The boys hung gasping, delirious. Hondo could tell the whipping had brought them to the very edge of consciousness.

“No, I shall not allow you the relief of fainting!” he muttered coldly. Drenched in sweat, the naked dangling boys felt like their backs and asses had been set on fire. “Take them to their cell.”

Dez untied the boys’ iron-cuffed cocks–the tortured young musclemen STILL retained a painful hardness!

A catch was released, letting the chains loose, and the naked lashed lads plummeted to crash on the stone floor. Their wrists and ankles were unshackled. Too weak to resist, Ryder and Cort were pulled to their feet by Dax and Dez.

Before they were dragged off to be thrown into the tiny stone cell with no fresh water or mash, and no relief for their lacerated, welted backs and asses, Hondo sent them off with this chilling phrase:

“Tomorrow the torture begins.”

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