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Winners
Ben Affleck Goes to the Doctor – Part 2 by Nico = 6 Votes
Roommate Revenge by Nico = 6 Votes
Payback for Officer Romano by Rodd Sterling = 6 Votes

Runners Up
Ben Affleck Goes to the Doctor – Part 1 by Nico = 5 Votes
Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Conclusion by Todd Fleming = 4 Votes
The Homophobe – Conclusion by Scott S = 3 Votes
The Gym Lad – Part 4 by Ibtow = 3 Votes
Bravo 7 – Chapter 3: Tables Turn by 2Tops4Slave = 2 Votes
The Homophobe – Part 4 by Scott S = 2 Votes
Posh London Aristocrat Tied, Tickled & Topped – Page 2 by Richard = 2 Votes
The Homophobe – Part 3 by Scott S = 1 Vote
The Homophobe – Part 2 by Scott S = 1 Vote
Posh London Aristocrat Tied, Tickled & Topped – Page 1 by Richard

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The horny doctor’s medical exam gets truly invasive as the desperate movie star is bound & milked of load after load of his specimen.

Ben Affleck Goes to the Doctor – Part 2
by Nico
Series: Ben Affleck Goes […]

When movie star Ben Affleck goes to see a doctor for a problem in the bedroom, the medical examination entails much more than expected. Another HOT cum control fantasy from Nico!

Ben Affleck Goes to the […]

A group of college students who are jealous of their good-looking athletic friend decide to implement some revenge tickling when they discover the jock’s ticklish weakness in this hot tickling story from Lyle […]

A gay college freshmen decides to teach his straight homophobic roommate a lesson that leaves him begging to cum in this hot orgasm denial story by Nico.

Roommate Revenge
by Nico
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The tables are turned on one of the abusive experimenters…..

Bravo 7 – Chapter 3: Tables Turn
by Derat
Series: Bravo 7

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Bearded hottie Jackson Fillmore is bound for some edging of his nice uncut cock.

The brothers are finally released from their unusual prison and allowed to return home forever changed by the experience in the conclusion to Captured Abroad.

Captured Abroad – Conclusion
by Connor […]

When two brothers are arrested on a trip abroad, they endure an invasive bound medical exam and more in a strange prison.

Captured Abroad
by Connor Matthews
Series: Captured Abroad

It was supposed to […]

Nick’s permanent body transformation is completed and he suffers the ultimate humiliation that changes his life forever. Art by Amalaric

The Homophobe – Conclusion
by Scott S
Series: The Homophobe
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It’s Showtime for the humiliated jock as he is forced to perform on camera then for a party of gay men who insist on audience participation teaching Nick to take it up the ass. His body transformation begins with […]

Captain Marvel’s humiliation is complete when he stripped naked in front of a gathering of his enemies, bound & forced to service each member of the hostile audience much to his own cock’s satisfaction. A very hot conclusion to Todd Fleming’s series!
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Conclusion
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

It took Captain Marvel several moments to finally get control of himself. He knelt on the floor still feeling the heat of Captain Nazi’s ass on his back as he finally got the tears to stop flowing. His best friend has been deflowered and enslaved in front a room full of criminals and it was all his fault. The crowd cheered as Junior was taken away by Nazi to live his new life of servitude.

The once proud hero could not believe this nightmare that was unfolding before him. His painfully hard cock pressed against his abdomen reminding him the reality of the situation. He had pledged his body and soul to his enemy and now he was paying the price. He could have made the choice to die out in the desert, but his fear and concern for his mentor Shazam made him submit to Dr. Sivana.

The evil Doctor returned to center stage and faced the audience with an evil grin. “As I begin my reign as this world’s ruler, I want you to know that I will never forget all of you who are here today to share in my victory. As a token of my appreciation, I give you this gift. Captain Marvel, front and center!”

The defeated hero struggled back up to his feet and walked awkwardly to stand besides his master. He was painfully aware of his hard and leaking cock trapped in their tight confines. Captain Marvel had been hard for so long that he wondered if his cock would ever be flaccid again.

Captain Marvel gasped as Sivana reached into his tight briefs and pulled out his hard cock. The contact with the cool air of the room caused the once mighty hero to moan as his huge tool was grasped by the tiny hand of his bald master.

After being erect for so long, his erection gave Captain Marvel the ultimate betrayal. A surging in his loins that he never felt before shot through the rest of his body as his rock hard cock began to shoot out the hero’s precious seed. Captain Marvel screamed with ecstasy as his first orgasm tore through him like a bullet out of a gun.

“Oh gods!” Captain Marvel screamed as the most intense pleasure he ever felt overwhelmed his muscular body. He stared in horror as shot after shot of cum continued to shoot from his body and hit the audience before him. The days of having an erection seemed to have built up quite the load and his cock seemed intent on draining him completely dry.

After what seemed like an eternity, his cock gave up the last of his seed. Sivana laughed as Captain Marvel fell on his ass exhausted after such an ordeal. “It seems our poor Captain Marvel is no longer a virgin!” His master snickered towards the crowd as they joined him in laughing.

The evil doctor clapped his hands and his armed guards poured into the room. They covered every entry point to get to the stage as two guards broke formation and set up a table. Two other guards came from backstage and forced Captain Marvel to his feet.

The weakened hero moaned as he still was enveloped in the afterglow of his first orgasm. He had no energy to stand on his feet alone and relied on the guards to hold him up. Despite being drained of so much cum, his cock still pointed straight up at the sky, hard as a rock.

A bondage rack was carried onto the stage as Sivana rubbed his hands with glee. He was going to make sure that if the Big Red Cheese ever escaped from his grasp that he would never be able to fight crime again.

Captain Marvel’s eyes widened as he stared at the bondage rack. What did his master have planned for him now? He thought wildly but could not gather the strength to even struggle.

The guards holding him up led him to the rack where he was forced to lay on his stomach across the rack this his jelly legs standing on the ground. Restraints were placed around his wrists and ankles exposing his muscled ass to the crowd.

“My gift to all of you, is a chance to have fun with Captain Marvel. Talk to my guards at the table to receive a number. When your number is called, please come up to the stage. You will have 15 minutes with this pathetic hero to do with as you please.”

Captain Marvel cried out in shock at the thought of being at the mercy of so many hardened criminals. He pulled on his restraints praying to the gods that he could escape this fate. The two guards who stood at either end of the rack snickered at they watched the weak hero struggle. They secretly hoped that they would have some time to play with the hero as well.

The audience surged to the table to get their number. Many of them pushing and shoving so they can get a crack at the hero before their colleges. Numbers were given out to all the guests and they went back to watch the show that was about to play out.

“Number 1!” The guard at the table barked to the crowd.

Captain Marvel felt the blood drain from his face as he helplessly watched Mister Mind and his enslaved body builder climb onto the stage. Behind him, he could hear his master laugh softly at the horror of this situation.

The mentally mighty worm jumped from his tiny seat and crawled under the heaving chest of Captain Marvel. The hero fliched as he felt the soft skin of the evil worm slithering across his chest. At the same time, the mind enslaved body builder began to massage and spread his ass cheeks.

Before he could protest, Captain Marvel felt a small wet tug on one of his nipples. A soft moan escaped his lips as a new pleasure filled his body. He never had his nipples played with before and it felt almost as good as the pleasure that his erect cock was giving him.

Almost as the same time, he felt something invading his ass as the slave worked his finger in the most sacred of places. Captain Marvel knew that he should be protesting, but this new pleasure felt so good to his sexually inexperienced body. With a surrendering sigh, he gave into his fate and enjoyed the attention to his nipples and ass.

With his eyes almost shut from the bombardment of pleasure, Captain Marvel suddenly screamed as the sucking on his nipple turned into biting and Master Mind’s puppet rammed his hard cock deep into his ass. The shock of adding so much pain to the pleasure that flooded his body was too much for the weakened hero.

The audience cheered as his screams of mixed pleasure and joy filled the room. To see Captain Marvel deflowered like this was a dream none of them thought would even come close to coming true.

The body builder fucked the vanqueshed hero’s ass as he reach down and started to tug on Captain Marvel’s hard cock. What started out as a sweet seduction was turning into a brutal rape as both Mister Mind and his puppet sexually assaulted the one powerful hero.

The combination of pleasure and pain was too much for Sivana’s slave as he felt another surge of pleasure building in his cock. For the second time today, his body betrayed him and spilled his seed in front of the all the criminals in the crowd.

Unfortunately for the fallen hero, it did not stop the fucking or nipple torture that his enemy was inflicting on him. They were going to use him until they were ready to stop and it seemed that the 15 minutes given to them was moving with glacial speed.

Captain Marvel gave up his load two more times before Mister Mind commanded his puppet to cum. With a bestial cry the muscled man pumped his load into the hero’s once virgin ass as the villain clamped down hard on the nipple he was torturing.

The cum assaulting his prostate was too much for the sex slave as his cock surged again and gave up another load of his milky white cum. Even after orgasming three other times in the last 15 minutes, his load was still huge and covered the wooden floor of the stage.

Tears started streaming down the vanquished hero’s pretty face as he felt the wrench of his assailant’s cock taken out of his once tight ass. The puppet walked over and gently placed his master back on his tiny throne and walked triumphantly back into the crowd.

Knowing that this was just the beginning, Captain Marvel began to think that Freddy got the better fate. As the guard called for the criminal holding number 2, he knew that he was completely and utterly ruined.

The assault on Captain Marvel lasted well into the night as each person got their turn to torture and sexually assault the once powerful hero. Some fucked his now worn out ass while others made him suck their cocks and pussies. A few criminals got pleasure from spanking his sore ass until he howled with pain while others ticked his helpless body. The sexual assaults kept coming until finally the last person got their turn to torture the hero.

Dr. Sivana watched the entire time on a throne that was placed towards the back of the stage. He drank in the hero’s ultimate defeat like it was wine and was drunk on the power he no held over what once used to be his most dangerous foe. With the world at his feet, all of his plans were now carried out with no one powerful enough to stop him.

As the last criminal left the stage, Captain Marvel blinked through blurred eyes. His entire body was covered with cum as well as his face as some criminals shot their load wherever they wished. Bruised peeked out from the layers of dry cum as the throbbing pain and pleasure, the Big Red Cheese felt overwhelmed his other senses. His cock still remained rock hard and having given so many loads of his rich sperm that he no longer shot anything out when he orgasmed. His shriveled testicles were so tight against his body that he feared he never would produce any sperm again.

The evil Doctor got up from his seat and walked to the center of the stage. “Thank you for coming tonight to see the end of Captain Marvel. As the New World Order rules this planet, know that there will be a special place for each and everyone one of you in my new administration!”

The crowd cheered as another sob escaped Captain Marvel’s lips. There was no escaping the cruel fate that the gods allowed on him and the rest of the world. He wished he let himself die out there in the desert than having to suffer the ultimate defeat and servitude to his master.

Sivana raised his hands as the crowd finally started to quiet down. “Before we go, there is still one piece of business to take care of.”

Right on que, guards entered the room roughly escorting Black Adam who struggled against his bonds. His black tights were tented with his erection as he suffered the same fate as his enemy Captain Marvel.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, SIVANA!” The evil dictator screamed with fury as the crowd formed a circle around him.

“Your days of power are over Adam,” Sivana cackled as the criminals in the room looked hungrily as the helpless villain. The evil doctor’s laughter was drowned out as the criminals pounced on the once powerful dictator ready to sexually assault him as they did with Captain Marvel all night.

Sivana laughed as he patted the sore and worn out muscled ass of his sex slave. “These are going to be good times!” He declared as Captain Marvel hung his head in shame and defeat.

Dr. Sivana has triumphed and he knew there was no fighting his fate.

The End

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The aristocrat’s ordeal begins as the story continues….
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Posh London Aristocrat Tied, Tickled & Topped – Page 2
By Richard

“Nick” managed to reach out and tweak each of Elliott’s exposed nips. Elliott, though shocked, found the contact unbearably pleasurable, knowing that having his remarkably sensitive nips pinched or simply stroked was enough to make him incredibly aroused, even to ejaculate. This young hustler certainly knew what he was doing, and Elliott found himself gasping with renewed and unexpected lust at the delicate contact. “Nick” continued to flick each of Elliott’s hypersensitive nips a few times before moving downward. Elliott was shocked to realize that his manhood was again swollen solid and obscenely engorged, trapped in the confines of his Armani shorts and impeccably tailored suit pants. “Nick” traced the outline of the aroused patrician’s throbbing cock, touching him only hard enough to tickle but the posh, married aristocrat moaned nonetheless, going “Ohhhh yess, oh my God Yesss!” until in mere moments “Nick” was making Elliott’s whole body tremble, as “Nick” suddenly moved on to tickle and tease Elliott’s swollen scrotum, while keeping the base of his throbbing sex organ trapped between his other fingers through the elegant material of his suit pants and thin cotton underwear. The feel of the miscreant’s talented fingers poking and tickling at the horny, married aristocrat’s heavy balls was an exquisite sensation, one that seemed to siphon the boiling semen up from his still full-to-the-brim balls and into the base just behind “Nick’s” constricting fingers.

Elliott was putty in “Nick’s” hands as the hustler suddenly tongued his way back up Elliott’s exposed chest, widely separating Elliott’s white dress shirt and tonguing each of the aristocrat’s ultra-sensitive nips as a turned-on Elliott openly moaned with renewed lust, Elliott shocked but too out-of-it to care as “Nick” suddenly removed Elliott’s dress shirt and tie altogether, tugging the French-cuffed sleeves with enough force that Elliott was completely divested of his shirt, monogrammed cufflinks and all, whereupon “Nick” suddenly raised both of Elliott’s sun-bronzed arms over his head and proceeded to suddenly plunge his tongue into first one and then the other of Elliott’s exposed, lightly-haired armpits while he continued to flick the aristocrat’s sensitive nips, causing Elliott to mewl with lust at the unexpected contact, as “Nick” munched on his sweat mingled with traces of Elliott’s expensive Bulgari cologne, “Nick’s” educated tongue flicking and tickling the tender flesh of Elliott’s exposed armpits with abandon, causing Elliott to emit a few schoolboy-like giggles at the teasing contact in this intimate and sensitive area of his patrician body.

As Elliott squirmed and mewled with lust with his arms upraised and his eyes shut as he savored the erotic tongue-bath he was receiving, he failed to notice that “Nick” had taken Elliott’s own leather restraint devices, and, as “Nick” slowly backed Elliott up closer to the wall of the drawing room, “Nick” suddenly bound each of Elliott’s wrists into the wrist restraints which were further laced through the bottom of the wrought iron railing of the low “Juliet” balcony from which Elliott had earlier surveyed the room, so that Elliott’s highly polished dress shoes barely touched the gleaming hardwood floor. Elliott found himself suspended half-naked in this fashion whereupon “Nick” proceeded to attach the ankle restraints/spreader bar to each of Elliott’s ankles leaving him completely helpless, his body just far enough out into the room so that “Nick” could easily circle around his bound body, front and back.

“What the fuck!? What are you DOING???? LET ME GO THIS INSTANT, YOU MISCREANT!! THIS IS MY HOUSE!! I GIVE THE ORDERS AROUND HERE! JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?” demanded a fuming, imperious Elliott, struggling in his tight bondage, totally outraged at being double-crossed by this two-bit hustler he had bought and paid for, and suddenly aware he was suspended half-naked in his own drawing room, helpless to prevent “Nick” from doing whatever it was he had in mind.

‘LET ME GO! I’M AN EXTREMELY WEALTHY MAN! I WILL PAY YOU EXTRA! JUST LET ME THE FUCK GO!!!!!” pleaded Elliott, figuring his money could buy him out of anything and that that was all that the low-class hustler wanted.

Elliott was wrong. “Nick” was determined to exact a fitting revenge on his posh tormentor. Taking a cue from Elliott’s own lips, “Nick” decided to test whether or not Elliott himself was the least bit ticklish.

“Hmmm-let’s see- you said you used to get a kick out of tormenting and tickling the ‘bum boys’ you abused at Eton- did they ever get a chance to tickle YOU?” queried “Nick” as he ominously circled the bound, bare-chested aristocrat.

“Certainly not! Don’t be impertinent, you miscreant. Well-bred Englishmen like myself are not the least bit ticklish- little girls and fags may well be, but certainly not men of my class and station in life! What utter rubbish! Now LET ME DOWN this instant- I shall pay another 500 and throw it right in your greedy face- will that DO, eh, my impoverished rent-boy?” shot back Elliott, infuriated.

Ignoring Elliott, “Nick” proceeded to rummage in the backpack he had brought with him (Elliott had forgotten about its existence) extracting two tiny artist’s paintbrushes and approaching Elliott with them circling them around as he approached. Worse, “Nick” further extracted a high-end digital video camera and proceeded to film the half-naked-fuming Elliott. Elliott demanded that the camera be switched off which “Nick” pretended to do but in fact left the machine running to capture all that transpired.

Elliott could only stare bug-eyed as the implements slowly approached his bare chest, “Nick” teasing by circling them quite near Elliott’s hyper-sensitive, lightly-hair-haloed nips without actually making any contact before suddenly dancing them across their sensitive surface causing Elliott to yelp despite himself, only to moan and giggle a bit at the incredibly ticklish sensation as “Nick” again teased his patrician nubbins to full erection, causing Elliott’s manhood to again throb with excitement as well, trapped in his elegant trousers below. When “Nick” then suddenly danced both tiny artist paintbrushes up and down Elliott’s exposed sides and ribs, into his navel and then up to his exposed, dripping armpits, Elliott found himself squealing and giggling and shrieking wildly going “OHHHH MY GAWDDD!!!! NOOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! STOPPPPPP! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! HEEEHEEEEEHAWAHAAAAAA!!! As the aristocrat totally lost his accustomed, bored savoir-faire attitude as he begged and pleaded for mercy, which all fell on deaf ears.

“Nick” kept up the tickle torture for several horrifying minutes, using his own educated fingertips as well as the devilish artist paintbrushes driving Elliott up the wall as the pompous patrician danced and squirmed around in his bonds, giggling like a schoolgirl, as he tried to maintain his sanity in the midst of such undignified squirming and shrieking.

‘OH PLEASE PLEASE STOPPPPP!!! I BEG OF YOU!!!! I SHALL GO OUT OF MY MIND!!!! PUH-LEEEZE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEEEHEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! OH MY GODDDDD!!! THE WINE I DRANK!!! OH NO! IF YOU KEEP THIS UP- I- OH MY! NOOOOOO!! PLEASE STOPPPPP! I NEED TO ER RELIEVE MYSELF!!! NOOOOOO!!! STOPPPP!” pleaded the elegant Elliott suddenly aware of an urgent need to pee after having had so much fine wine. He needed to adjourn to the toilet and soon!

“What? Is the widdle boy about to wet his fancy pants, hmm? Can’t a powerful aristocrat like yourself hold his pee, eh?” taunted “Nick” enjoying this unexpected bit of further humiliation.

“PLEASE REALLY! I NEED THE TOILET- NOW! IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS INFERNAL TORTURE I’LL, I’LL- OH MY GOD PLEASE LET ME GO-HO!” begged Elliott abjectly.

“Nick’s” response was to ratchet up the tickle torture even more, delving the artist brushes and his own fingertips into Elliott’s tender pit flesh, over his nips, sides, and ribs only to press right above Elliott’s elegant alligator belt, close enough to his bladder to make it all the more difficult for Elliott to contain his piss-bloated bladder from erupting pee all over his elegant Savile Row suit pants.

Then it happened. With an abject “OH NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” from Elliott “Nick” laughed out loud as a big wet spot appeared in the crotch of Elliott’s elegant Savile Row suit pants which grew immensely, only to run down both legs of his elegant pants to drip in a pool of piss on the elegant highly polished hardwood floor of the posh drawing room, until Elliott’s bladder was blissfully emptied, but in the most humiliating way imaginable.

“My suit pants! My God those are bespoke Savile Row tailored pants! They’re ruined! Ruined! I’ll kill you for this, I swear” threatened Elliott impotently, as “Nick” continued to laugh uproariously and point at the “aristocrat who flunked potty training”.

“And your piss stinks, too doesn’t it, Mr. Posh?” noted “Nick” to his further humiliation.

Not only did it stink, but Elliott suddenly felt all clammy and wet in his pissed-in pants and ruined Armani shorts. He wanted nothing more than to be freed so he could get out of them (out of sight of “Nick” of course) and shower off the disgusting mess.

“Feeling a bit clammy are we, Mr. Posh?” queried “Nick” “Want to get out of those wet things, do you, eh?”

“ I shall remove them when you free me and I’ve sent you on your fucking way” growled Elliott, abjectly humiliated.

“Nick” donned a pair of black leather gloves taken from his backpack whereupon he suddenly approached Elliott from the rear, and, to Elliott’s horror, “Nick” suddenly proceeded to violently pull the seat of Elliott’s elegant Savile Row suit pants apart causing the seam to split utterly, exposing the soaking wet seat of Elliott’s Armani briefs, only to tear the ruined fabric of the suit pants right down each leg to the tops of his highly polished dress shoes whereupon the ruined pants fell in a smelly heap around Elliott’s bound ankles, Elliott’s modesty now only partially protected by his soaked Armani briefs which had become virtually transparent from being pissed in. “Nick” then ripped the thin cotton underwear off of the gasping, humiliated Elliott, exposing Elliott’s now once-again-flaccid manhood and hanging balls under his neatly trimmed and meticulously groomed pubic bush.

Infuriated at being stripped completely naked and with his patrician body now totally exposed before the low-class hustler Elliott fumed “HOW DARE YOU!!?? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DO-ING???? NOOOO! STOPPPP!!! OH MY GOD! YOU’VE LEFT ME COMPLETELY BARE! IN MY OWN DRAWING ROOM!!THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!” to further cackles from “Nick” who relished stripping his pompous victim totally bareass fucking naked in his own elegant drawing room. Elliott was unaccustomed to baring his body to anyone other than his wife and occasionally to his closest aristocratic associates after sporting events, peopled only by persons of his own esteemed social class.

‘COVER ME UP THIS INSTANT! IT IS UNSEEMLY FOR A GENTLEMAN OF MY STATION TO BE SEEN WITHOUT A STITCH OF CLOTHING ON, PARTICULARLY BY A LOW-LIFE SUCH AS YOU!!!! I’M HANGING HERE COMPLETELY EXPOSED! I WILL NOT HAVE IT! LET ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!” ordered Elliott to no avail.

“Hold on, Mr. Posh. You do stink something awful though don’t you? Wait here- I’ll fetch things to take care of that” stated “Nick” mysteriously.

“LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE?” fumed Elliott. AND FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE BRING ME MY DRESSING GOWN OR SOMETHING TO COVER ME UP AS WELL! I WILL NOT BE LEFT HANGING HERE WITHOUT A STITCH ON!” MY PRIVATE PARTS ARE ON VIEW!

“Nick” managed to find a large porcelain bowl and pitcher and a bar of scented soap in what was called the “powder room” off the entry hall, as well as a loofah sponge and returned with his finds to the drawing room where a fuming Elliott squirmed in his bonds. demanding release.

“What on earth are those? Oh my God you’re not going to, er, bathe me, HERE, in my own drawing room? This is insane!” protested Elliott to a bemused “Nick”.

“Nick” then proceeded to lather up the naked Elliott from head to toe (after removing Elliott’s pissed-soaked and ruined dress shoes and socks and re-binding his ankles in the spreader bar) lathering him with the loofah sponge guided by “Nick’s” leather-gloved hands as Elliott loudly protested, thoroughly lathering his pits, chest, sensitive nips, cock, balls, asscrack, legs and feet, “Nick” managing to masturbate Elliott’s exposed cock as well as he lathered him up, Elliott’s patrician cock again growing to full erection despite his best efforts not to, Elliott protesting loudly throughout, to no avail.

“Nick” then proceeded to rinse Elliott with the large pitcher of icy cold water he had brought with him, as Elliott shrieked comically, briefly losing his erection, as the sudsy water rinsed off him all over the beautiful floor, only to be sopped up by “Nick” with Elliott’s own ruined suit pants and tattered undies which were then placed in the large porcelain bowl for some poor servant to deal with.

“HOW DARE YOU??? THIS IS INSANE! I WILL NOT BE TREATED LIKE SOME CHILD BEING GIVEN A FUCKING SPONGE BATH IN MY OWN DRAWING ROOM! LET ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!” ordered Elliott, even more abjectly humiliated.

“Nick’s” response was to renew his tickle torture attack. “Nick” dug the fingertips of both hands in halfway up Elliott’s exposed ribcage on either side and initiated a sudden and violent tickle attack. A painful blast of adrenaline flooded Elliott’s entire body like a high voltage electrical charge. Every single muscle contracted in a desperate, involuntary effort to draw himself into a fetal ball and protect his horribly exposed torso, but the bonds held firm, keeping him stretched-out and hopelessly vulnerable under “Nick”’s brutal onslaught.

‘HHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! OH MY GODDD!!! NOT AGAIN!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!” wailed Elliott as he squirmed mightily in his bonds.

As “Nick”’s fingers continued to lethally prod up and down his ribs on both sides at once, periodically zeroing in on the spaces between them and vibrating his fingertips there without mercy, Elliott’s face became redder and redder in response to the terrible sensations that engulfed him totally. His eyes were wild and he could barely catch his breath between blinding attacks of tortured laughter.

Elliott could only blubber incoherently, gasping and shrieking like a man possessed. His body convulsed pitifully in its unforgiving bonds as the tickling continued unabated, crowding his throat with anguished laughs.

“Nick”’s strong fingers attacked Elliott’s armpits and ribcage with a relentless ferocity. The more Elliott reacted to the torture, the more merciless “Nick” became. Eventually Elliott’s laughter was indistinguishable from his screams, and then the laughter and screams actually became silent in the terrible intensity of the moment.

“Nick” lightly tickled under Elliott’s free-hanging, lightly-haired balls, causing Elliott to moan as his cum-churning nuts ached for release. In response to the tantalizing sensation, the sensitive flesh of the bound aristocrat’s testicles within his studly scrotum drew up tautly and his cock jerked with enflamed need. A drop of glistening precum oozed from the distended tip to drip thickly onto the floor beneath the bound, desperate-to-cum Elliott.

Elliott could feel the red-hot aristocratic semen boiling inside him, churning inside his swollen pedigreed nuts, demanding release through his climax-poised erection, but the necessary tactile sensations just weren’t there. His pulsating penis could only throb wetly in mid-air desperately waiting for the release that “Nick” would deny him. The feeling was well beyond the intensity of any sexual tension Elliott had ever experienced before. His cock ached; it burned with desire, the tickling driving him insane with lust.

“Nick” then suddenly re-positioned the out-if-it Elliott by briefly releasing his wrists from the wrought iron railing of the low “Juliet” balcony, and letting his exhausted body fall to the floor, only to lay Elliott’s head down on the floor by the settee on with his spreader-bar-spread ankles behind him only to re-bind his wrists behind his thighs in the leather wrist restraints, so that Elliott was left bound on his knees with his bare ass embarrassingly totally wide open and exposed and up in the air, his wrists cuffed behind his thighs, with his handsome, startled face and chin now at “Nick’s” own crotch level, Elliott suddenly staring at the crotch of “Nick’s” jeans inches from his handsome face.

“Nick” then proceeded to suddenly lift each of his brawny, leather-gloved working-class hands and suddenly slam them down with great force against each of Elliott’s upturned pale asscheeks which were in total contrast to the rest of his pampered Ibiza-tanned body, causing red-hot hand prints to appear on each exposed asscheek, Elliott yelping with shocked pain as his patrician ass felt like a brush fire had erupted across its satiny surface.

“Nick” also extracted a small leather paddle from his backpack and proceeded to whack Elliott’s posh ass with it as well until Elliott’s tight ass was flaming fire-engine red and burning as Elliott screeched with outrage. Elliott’s traitorous cock, however, got even harder, some never-before-known part of him somehow managing to be turned on by this abuse, to the smug patrician’s total humiliation. “Nick” freely commented on this saying “well Mr. Posh seems to like having his bad-boy-ass spanked- -you’re cock is rock hard Mr. Posh!,” “Nick” rubbing in his victim’s embarrassing arousal to his abject shame. Still, his cock continued to throb with excitement and unfulfilled arousal.
To Elliott’s further abject horror, “Nick” then suddenly whipped his own hard cock and balls out of his tight jeans and shoved his manhood right in Elliott’s shocked face which was at crotch level due to the patrician’s inescapable bondage, “Nick” viciously slapping his hard-on right against Elliott’s smug face and nose and shoving his hairy balls against Elliott’s outraged mouth and lips. More slapping and ear-pulling forced Elliott to open his mouth to scream whereupon “Nick” shoved his hard cock right down Elliott’s shocked never-before-violated throat, forcing him to gurgle and choke on his working class captor’s huge organ, forcing the smug, pampered patrician to suck his dick and lick his balls despite his best efforts to spit the miscreant’s privates out. Only Nick’s threats to knock all of Elliott’s expensively cared for teeth out (something the smug aristocrat was sure the brawny thug was entirely capable of doing) if he so much as grazed him with his teeth, prevented Elliott from biting down on the disgusting appendage or severing it altogether. Plus how would it look if Elliott choked to death on the miscreant’s huge severed penis-to be found that way, naked with another man’s penis lodged in his throat?- the scandal would be beyond even thinking about. No, Elliott had no choice but to carefully suck on the working class thug’s manhood to his captor’s satisfaction and to his abject humiliation.

After several minutes of forced cock sucking and ball licking, “Nick” then flipped Elliott over onto his back leaving Elliott’s head resting on the hardwood floor while still in his inescapable bondage, with Elliott’s legs in the air separated by the spreader bar, and his wrists cuffed behind his thighs. To Elliott’s further horror, “Nick” then proceeded to remove his own jeans and shorts altogether whereupon “Nick” suddenly sat his naked, hairy asscrack right down onto Elliott’s horrified face, and as, Elliott squeaked out his protest, Elliott’s view became entirely blocked by “Nick’s” hairy asscrack as “Nick” proceeded to all but smother Elliott’s face in the crack of his manly ass, “Nick” reaching out and tweaking and pulling on Elliott’s sensitive nips until Elliott was forced to open his mouth in an attempt to breathe, Elliott being forced to tongue-bathe “Nick’s” funky-smelling asscrack and hole (the very hole he had so recently raped to his selfish satisfaction) and tongue-fuck “Nick’s” ass as “Nick” went “Yeah Mr. Posh. Eat out my smelly hole, yeah!! Do It! How does it feel to eat a working-class man’s shithole?” only humiliating the sniveling Elliott all the more.

After several more minutes of forced ass-eating, “Nick” got up off of Elliott’s fuming face whereupon Elliott said ‘THAT WAS TOTALLY DISGUSTING!! HOW DARE YOU SIT ON MY FACE YOU FUCKER! I’LL HAVE YOU UP FOR ASSAULT I WILL! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!!!”

“Nick “ just laughed at the outraged aristocrat and went back to his backpack where he produced a bright blue buttplug and waved in front of Elliott’s horrified face going “Here suck on this Mr. Posh, unless you want me to shove it up your ass dry like you dry-humped me!”

“WHAT? SUCK THAT DISGUSTING THING!? CERTAINLY NOT! AND LEAVE MY ASS ALONE! I AM A NORMAL, HETEROSEXUAL, MARRIED MAN! NOTHING HAS EVER PENETRATED ME THERE AND NEVER WILL! NOW LET ME GO!! I’LL PAY YOU HANDSOMELY! YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH! LET ME THE FUCK GOOOO!!!” pleaded Elliott, squirming mightily in his tight bondage, looking scared shitless and music to “Nick’s” ears. The smug posh dude wanted to protect his virgin shitter at all costs. Well, let the fucker beg for all the good it would do him!

Instead, “Nick” proceeded to slap the buttplug against Elliott’s outraged face, again yanking on his sensitive nips and pulling his ears until Elliott was forced to open his mouth to scream whereupon the buttplug was deftly inserted into Elliott’s protesting mouth, Elliott’s eyes crossing comically as he gurgled and coughed in response to the unwelcome intruder which had the texture and feel of an actual male organ, again further humiliating the posh aristocrat beyond all imagining. How could this be happening?

When Elliott’s spit now generously coated most of the buttplug, “Nick” playfully teased it through Elliott’s totally exposed lightly haired asscrack tickling his asscrack and the tiny virginal aperture of the aristocrat’s pink little rosebud, rubbing it up and down and deliberately further arousing Elliott’s still-throbbing unfulfilled boner while “Nick” goosed the moaning aristocrat’s virgin asscrack.

“Nick” then proceeded to slowly shove the buttplug up the aristocrat’s tight virgin ass as Elliott howled in protest and begged “Nick” to stop, but Elliott was unable to prevent the plug from easing up his tight ass, “Nick” fucking the outraged Elliott with the buttplug in and out and in and out before shoving it entirely up his tight ass leaving just the blunt end sticking out of his ravaged hole. To Elliott’s further horror the damn thing was goosing his hidden prostate gland within, and this combined with “Nick’s” expert stroking of Elliott’s throbbing prick and tickling the aristocrat’s cum-filled balls caused Elliott’s traitorous prick to approach orgasm as Elliott began to moan with delight despite himself, all commented upon by “Nick” to Elliott’s further abject humiliation.

After several minutes of fun with the buttplug, “Nick” suddenly withdrew it with a loud fart-like sound, Elliott’s outraged face blushing all the more red at his body having betrayed him by letting out a loud, long un-aristocratic common fart right in his own staid drawing room, “Nick” commenting on the foul smell as well.

Then before Elliott could react further, “Nick” suddenly shoved his own rampant prick up Elliott’s semi-lubed ass, fucking him wildly as Elliott screamed bloody murder, only for “Nick” to silence the smug aristocrat by taking the buttplug that had just been extracted from Elliott’s own virgin hole and shoving it into Elliott’s horrified mouth, forcing the posh aristocrat to eat his own shit as Elliott was forced to suck the thing while “Nick” continued to plow his hole, savagely gaining retribution for his own rape by Elliott.

Finally, to Elliott’s complete degradation after several minutes of getting fucked, “Nick’s” talented hand suddenly brought Elliott to a ball-shattering orgasm, as Elliott bit down on the smelly buttplug with a muffled scream as he shot bolt after bolt of his pent-up load right into his own face and eyes, chest and stomach, whereupon “Nick” withdrew and approached Elliott’s face, yanked the buttplug from Elliott’s mouth and then blasted his own huge load into Elliott’s face, hair and eyes.

After the duo could catch their breath, “Nick” easily re-arranged the out-of-it, panting Elliott, again suspending him balls-ass naked from the Juliet balcony.

“Nick” then got dressed and proceeded to leave, first showing Elliott excerpts of all that had in fact been recorded on video, to Elliott’s complete and utter horror. It was only then that Elliott realized that his ordeal was not over, that the miscreant still had him by his privileged, recently-drained balls. Worse, “Nick” actually named a time for the following weekend when he expected Elliott to service HIM yet again, with no end in sight!

“But you can’t leave me hanging here naked all weekend! I can’t be seen like this naked and soaked in semen! I’m totally bare! My clothes are ruined! Oh My God!,” whereupon Elliott burst into sobs of abject humiliation.

“Nick” then agreed to telephone the Spencer-Howe’s old family retainer, their butler, Hudson, finding the number in the Spencer-Howe’s personal phone book as instructed. This still meant that Elliott was found in this state by Hudson, but at least before Cecily and the children returned. Elliott managed to make up some lame story of a “call girl” incident that went wrong, but that it could not be reported for obvious scandalous reasons. Hudson made a few pointed looks at Elliott’s piss-soaked clothes, semen-covered body and face and especially at the discarded buttplug as he freed his employer from his embarrassing bondage, the older gay butler deriving secret satisfaction at finding his smug, younger aristocratic employer’s fit body totally naked and on complete display, the very same autocrat who expected Hudson to perform the most demeaning domestic tasks including scrubbing his toilets.

Elliott realized that he would now have to bribe Hudson as well so as not to let on to Cecily that Elliott had “cheated” with a “call girl” in her absence, but assumed a few hundred quid should buy the old fart’s silence.

Hudson had other ideas, however. He’d never seen his employer unclothed before. It was fun to ponder the possibilities. Hudson easily coaxed Elliott into drawing a hot bath for him while Elliott pointedly waited, covered in his silk dressing gown at long last. It had been embarrassing being seen like that by a mere servant but it had to be. As Elliott gratefully submerged himself into the free-standing sunken marble bath covered by the suds of an expensive bath treatment placed in the water by Hudson, and just as he stretched his arms behind him near the slim marble columns that divided the free-standing tub from the rest of the large master bathroom, he suddenly realized that that idiot Hudson had left his loofah sponge out of reach. ‘HUDSON! GET IN HERE, YOU OLD FOOL! YOU LEFT THE SPONGE ACROSS THE ROOM!” yelled Elliott rather uncharacteristically loud for a smug aristocrat of his station, but Elliott assumed the old fart must be half-deaf at his advanced, decrepit age. In actual fact, however, Hudson was no more than a fit 50, not the “elderly” “old fart” the younger Elliott thought of him as being.

Hudson tottered in (playing up the mistaken “old fart” stereotype) apologetically and handed Elliott the sponge, with Elliott beginning to sponge his arms and shoulders as Hudson began to leave the room, whereupon Elliott, cursing, dropped the sponge behind him, and called for Hudson yet again. As Elliott absent-mindedly thrust his left arm behind him to accept the sponge from Hudson, Elliott was shocked when the old fart, with surprising strength, suddenly wrenched Elliott’s hand behind him and then grabbed his right wrist as well and before Elliott knew what happened Hudson had bound Elliott’s wrists behind him to the marble columns behind the tub with the very bondage gear “Nick” had left behind!

“What the devil!? Are you out of your mind, you old fool!? YOU’RE FUCKING FIRED! LET ME GO!”

No, I shall not let you go until I’m good and ready!” replied Hudson, no longer the meek servant, to Elliott’s shocked ears. “That Nick fellow told me plenty over the phone- call girl my ass more like ‘call boy’! He told me all about the videos he has of the whole thing and will give me a copy! Just think what all your stuck-up twit aristocratic friends would think if they knew/saw what happened- your getting fucked in the ass, sucking cock, etc.?” crowed Hudson.

“Er, uh, well, I was FORCED to do those things! I’m no faggot! Now let me go!!!! demanded Elliott. “I’ll pay you plenty to keep quiet.”

Elliott felt rather ridiculous lying there in his elegant marble tub with his muscular arms cuffed to the marble column behind him, his hairy armpits exposed and part of his lightly-haired upper chest revealed, feeling a slight draft from being out of the warm water. He was at least thankful that the sudsy water covered the rest of his naked body from the gaze of his lowly servant. But then he realized to his horror that Hudson had fiddled with the drain control and the water level was slowly receding, revealing more and more of Elliott’s hunky body as he remained bound and helpless.

Soon Elliott’s entire chest and abdomen were no longer covered by the sudsy water, but thankfully Hudson fiddled with the controls and the water stopped draining just before Elliott’s private parts were shamelessly exposed as well.

However, to Elliott’s horror, Hudson began to tweak and fondle Elliott’s sensitive nips, expertly bringing them to full attention and causing the jaded aristocrat to moan with lust despite himself, forgetting his position as this nobody’s employer. Worse, this unwanted attention was causing Elliott’s cock to fill with blood, becoming aroused at the delicate, sensual contact with his ultra-sensitive nips. Sure enough, his traitorous prick suddenly popped up and out of the tub water like a submarine periscope, embarrassingly revealing his arousal to Hudson’s gaze.

“Stop molesting me in this fashion! I simply WILL not have it! Let me go! What are you, some kind of fag?” demanded Elliott.

“That I am, sir, you fucking idiot! But things are gonna be a lot different around here from now on. Besides a raise and a big bonus, you are gonna be my fuckin BITCH around this house- every chance I get you’re gonna do whatever I say and do it right or else I go straight to your wife and your snobby friends with those tapes and, er, the one I’m making of this little incident as well! So get used to it, BITCH!” crowed Hudson, as he whipped out his enormous, hard cock from his proper butler attire, shoving it into Elliott’s outraged gurgling mouth.

It was going to be a long weekend for Elliott!

THE END

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An arrogant aristocrat thinks he’s in control when he hires and abuses a gay hustler but soon finds himself tied, tickled & topped. Another hot story from Richard!
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Posh London Aristocrat Tied, Tickled & Topped – Page 1
By Richard
Art by Fellows

Elliott Spencer-Howe awaited the arrival of his “entertainment” for the evening, sipping a solitary glass of vintage wine from his personal cellars. Elliott admired his reflection in an antique mirror in the hall of his Belgravia mansion as he passed, satisfied that his impeccably-cut, wildly expensive bespoke Savile Row suit fit his 6’ 3” muscular body beautifully, the hours spent in his personal gym coupled with his prowess at charity tennis matches having resulted in his clearly evident gym-toned body. The posh Elliott, at 34, proudly further noted that his recent fortnight in Ibiza with his wife Cecily had bronzed his handsome features and set off his designer-cut blondish hair perfectly, and noted that his white linen pocket handkerchief perfectly set off the cut of his expensive suit. Elliott was most pleased, however, that Cecily and all 3 children (aged 3, 6, and 10) were at her parent’s country estate in Bedfordshire for the weekend, leaving him alone in his Belgravia mansion, free to do as he wished, with the servants having the weekend off as well.

Elliott looked forward to his evening’s “entertainment,” now surveying the mansion’s vast drawing room from the wrought-iron railing of a low “Juliet” balcony off the hall, as he continued to sip his wine, as dark oil portraits of his illustrious forebears further appeared to gaze down on the vast, elegantly appointed room as well.

Elliott had arranged for “entertainment” in the form of a twenty-something “escort,” a darkly handsome purportedly “gay-for-pay” hustler recommended by one of Elliott’s former Etonians. Elliott, who considered himself absolutely “straight” otherwise had to admit that, along with most of his Eton acquaintances, he had developed at a young age a taste for “bum-boys” as the Eton upperclassmen referred to those unfortunates singled out at boarding school to be disciplined by and to service their elder students at their upperclassmen’s whim. Elliott fondly recalled those days and how much pleasure he had derived from sadistically “lording it over” those unfortunates, caning, flogging, tickling and sodomizing the many “bum-boys” at his disposal. Those were the days, and not so long ago, really. Still, it amused Elliott to indulge in a bit of this sort of “fun” since it aroused him immensely and, of course, he could so easily afford it.

“Nick” was right on time. Elliott gestured the blue-jeaned and black-leather-jacketed “Nick” through into the drawing room, following behind him and admiring his masculine 6’ 2’’ frame and the way his jeans admirably clung to his ass below a backpack that probably contained his few meager belongings. The fact that he was aggressively chewing gum and acting like a “cock of the walk” and absently checking for texts on his mobile phone only made the fellow more attractive to Elliott, who would enjoy all the more putting this working class beefcake in his place. The difference in their manner (and manners) could not be more of a contrast. Elliott felt all the more powerful at the contrast in their dress- Elliott in his power-evoking Savile Row bespoke suit and tie and “Nick” in his decidedly working class attire. “Nick” appeared to be of Italian heritage and was probably a builder in some sort of construction trade when he was not making extra cash doing this “gay-for-pay shit,” as he called it. He clearly wore an air of “I could care less and let’s get on with this shit”.

Elliott pointedly opened an elegant chinoiserie box and insouciantly tossed the 500 pounds in cash onto an equally elegant antique side table which “Nick” quickly pocketed, a slight sly smile playing on his handsome face as he continued to aggressively chew his gum. “That should cover what we discussed” noted Elliott.

Setting the tone for the evening, Elliott then suddenly ordered “Nick” to “Strip! Take off everything!” as Elliott settled himself onto a large linen settee as he gazed at “Nick,” savoring yet another sip of wine as he anticipated the show.

“Nick” then slowly proceeded to remove his leather jacket, exposing a white “wife-beater” tank-top tee shirt that clung to his sun-bronzed musculature like a second skin, his erect nips clearly outlined by the form-fitting fabric. “Nick” then slowly removed the tank top, raising it up over his handsome head to reveal the depths of his darkly-haired, slightly sweaty armpits and his hair-flecked muscular chest, before tossing it onto the highly polished surface of the dark mahogany hardwood floor to join his discarded leather jacket. Elliott then imperiously made a slow, circling motion with one hand indicating that “Nick” was to turn around and then slowly turn to reveal his sun-bronzed muscular back and his jean-encased ass for Elliott’s amusement.

Elliott then got up and walked over to where the half-naked “Nick” stood with his hands on his hips, Elliott standing quite close to him, the better to take in his masculine odor mingled with some sort of cheap cologne, before Elliott reached out one patrician hand to make contact with “Nick’s” sun-bronzed flesh with one extended finger just below his left nip, circling it and then slowly down over his suntanned washboard abs before slowly ascending over his ribs and up his side, to then trace one finger over his massive biceps and the veins of his muscular arm. “I like to take inventory of the goods I buy, and you’re bought and paid for this evening…” noted Elliott, relishing the feel of his prize. Elliott then trailed one finger around the back of “Nick’s” bull-like neck and down his sun-bronzed spine, down, down until it reached the top of “Nick’s” belted blue jeans above his tight, jean-encased ass.

“I SAID everything goes…” ordered Elliott imperiously, as he returned to his perch on the settee, awaiting further developments.

Shrugging nonchalantly, “Nick” then proceeded to slowly unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans and unzip them before kicking off his work boots. “Nick” then slowly tugged his jeans down revealing his sun-bronzed, dark-haired legs, now leaving him clad only in his white Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

“Everything…” again urged Elliott, taking one last slug of wine as he did so.

“Nick” proceeded to slowly strip out of his Calvins, revealing an exuberant patch of dark pubic hair followed by his (as promised) well-endowed cock and heavy pendulous balls. Once again an imperious gesture from the pleased, elegantly suited, Elliott caused his “purchase” to slowly turn around, revealing his perfectly formed, flawless bubble butt, starkly white in contrast to the rest of his sun-bronzed body split by a line of dark hair hiding in the crack of his manly ass.

Elliott again rose, approaching his prized piece of meat for further inspection, relishing how this stud now stood there before him completely naked while the elegantly attired Elliott
remained completely and expensively clothed, the imperious Elliott clearly calling the shots and well on the way to the beginning of a satisfying evening at home. Elliott then scooped up all of “Nick’s” discarded clothes and pointedly locked them in the drawer of a side table.

Elliott first placed a blindfold over “Nick’s” cool blue eyes (one of the things previously agreed upon by “Nick’) and then once again delicately traced one finger over “Nick’s” muscular chest and sides, this time deliberately lightly, in an almost tickling fashion, hoping to elicit whether or not “Nick” was the least bit ticklish. “Not ticklish, eh?” noted Elliott, mildly disappointed. “A pity. I used to be known at Eton for my skill at driving underclassmen mad with my ability to torture them with an array of useful items…oh well, we have our other amusements we discussed for tonight..” mused Elliott. Elliott then proceeded to slowly trace one finger down “Nick’s” suntanned spine down, down to the top of his bared bubble butt, Elliott raising one hand and suddenly swatting one cheek of “Nick’s” bare ass, leaving a reddening handprint mark on it before doing the same to his other asscheek. Elliott then savored the feel of each of “Nick’s” firm, burning asscheeks before delicately tracing a finger down the crack of his ass, spreading his cheeks and goosing him there in anticipation of “coming attractions”.

Elliott then strode over to the front of the settee, standing at his full height with his legs imperiously spread and elegantly enveloped in his impeccably tailored trousers, whereupon he next ordered “Nick” to “Get on your knees! Crawl over her on all fours and take care of business!”

Elliott looked on, savoring the sight of the now totally nude stud crawling naked and blindfolded over to where Elliott stood in full command. Elliott ordered “Nick” to “get on with it -you know what I want you to do…” whereupon the blindfolded “Nick” using the “Braille” method, found the crotch of Elliott’s elegantly tailored suit pants and found the buckle of his alligator belt, unbuckled it and unclasped the waistband of Elliott’s elegant suit pants, then suddenly expertly tugged both Elliott’s elegant suit pants and his Giorgio Armani briefs all the way down to his calves in one fall swoop, suddenly denuding Elliott from the waist down, “Nick” being rewarded for his efforts by Elliott’s suddenly freed cock slapping him square in the face.

Elliott was somewhat taken aback at being so suddenly and rather unexpectedly partially denuded in the stately environment of his own drawing room (having expected “Nick” to merely “unzip” him and give him head) but since “Nick” was fully blindfolded he could not see Elliott’s rather embarrassing partial nudity. Elliott had to admit it felt rather good, a bit “naughtier” even adding even more “spice” to the scene, as he felt a draft of cool air on his own naughtily bared backside, the posh patrician openly admiring the view in the large antique mirror in the distance, taking in the alabaster whiteness of his privileged and shapely rear-end, whose pristine whiteness was in total contrast to the rest of his Ibiza-tanned body, while he further admired the reflection of the lightly-haired musculature of his own widespread muscular legs as his “entertainment” for the evening continued to suck his tumescent cock and slavishly lick his elegant “John’s” hanging aristocratic balls as “Nick” continued to service him with his educated tongue, as “Nick” continued to kneel submissively on the gleaming hardwood floor before his swaggering “employer”.

“That’s right- suck my big fucking cock and hairy balls, you fuckin’ working class asshole!” ordered Elliott as he shamelessly thrust his hips to drive his cunt-rammer down the hustler’s throat, alternately withdrawing his manhood from “Nick’s” mouth to slap his hard dick against the hustler’s blindfolded face before re-inserting it for further servicing.

Elliott then spun around and thrust his bare backside into “Nick’s” blindfolded face, ordering him to “Kiss my ass, asshole! And then fucking lick my fucking crack, you low-life!” as “Nick” did as instructed, Elliott relishing the feel of the working class dude’s tongue as it expertly licked his lightly-haired crack, circling and then licking the smug patrician’s tight little virginal hole, “Nick” secretly jazzed to hear his posh employer eagerly masturbating his high-class cock, and emitting tiny moans of lust as “Nick” continued to vigorously rim the married aristocrat’s tight little hole, as Elliott eagerly thrust his bare backside back onto the hustler’s tongue, urging him on.

After several minutes of rimming, a thoroughly aroused Elliott spun around and said “And now for the highlight of the evening- remember you agreed to this as part of the ‘package’” as Elliott proceeded to produce leather restraints around “Nick’s” wrists which were placed behind “Nick’s” back while spreader-bar leather ankle cuffs were affixed to each of his ankles.

The blindfolded and bound “Nick” was then unceremoniously shoved face-first onto the seat of the settee, with his bare bubble-butted ass high in the air. Elliott proceeded to spank the hustler’s upturned ass with his own leather belt until it was bright red and burning before forcefully shoving his condomed cock right up “Nick’s” ass without the aid of lubrication, effectively raping the miscreant who grunted at the pain. Elliott didn’t give a shit about the hustler’s protests; he was too intent on getting his rocks off, and he thrust away mightily totally turned on as this rape took him back to Eton days, Elliott pumping away wildly, sweating up a storm to the point where he loosened his silk tie and unbuttoned his own white designer shirt to reveal his lightly-haired, sun-bronzed chest as he fucked the daylights out of his “bought and paid for” hustler.

Elliott was somewhat disappointed that this was triggering an intense orgasm rather sooner than he had intended, as he growled with lust, withdrew his pistoning cock with a “plop” from Nick’s butt, only to quickly snap off his condom and fire bolt after bolt of his steaming patrician cum right into “Nick’s” blindfolded face, covering the hustler in his cum which dripped off of ”Nick’s” hair, nose, and chin in gooey ropes.

As Elliott slowly recovered from his intense orgasm, he managed to pull up his Armani briefs and impeccable Savile Row trousers, leaving his heaving chest somewhat on view as he re-donned his designer shirt but left it open, as he was still sweating slightly from his exertions.

Elliott now looked upon “Nick” as a piece of used garbage, and would be only too happy to see him gone. A nice glass of tawny Port would be a welcome nightcap as soon as he got rid of the miscreant.

Elliott retrieved “Nick’s” clothes from the locked drawer, removed his blindfold at last and removed the leather restraints for use on the next hustler the wealthy aristocrat would hire when the urge returned.

“Now get the fuck out of here!” ordered Elliott dismissively.

“Nick” was thoroughly pissed off. While he had agreed to be tied up and yes fucked, he had NOT agreed to being fucking raped! The asshole hadn’t even used any lube! And he was such a stuck-up fucking asshole to boot!

“Nick” made as if to go, pulling on his boxer briefs and jeans, but then approached Elliott and said “Aww, but you paid me so much- I want to make sure you get your money’s worth- and everything you deserve!”

“What are you talking about? I’m through with you, I said- now GO!” demanded Elliott.

“Ahh, I don’t think you mean that, stud! I think you’re ready for ‘round two’!”

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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
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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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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 […]