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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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Body-building gay couple Cort & Ryder are abducted by a massive pro body-builder and taken to his personal dungeon.
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The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder – Chapter 1: Captured Painslaves
by Ragnar1963
Series: The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder

Ryder and Colt are two young muscleheads obsessed with getting the most awesome ripped hardbodies they can. They spend hours each day working out at the gym and at home, pumping iron and striving for zero body fat, resulting in incredible V torsos and etched eight-pack abs. They are also horndogs, and when they’re not at the gym they’re likely either making out hungrily or fucking like rabbits. Young, hot, and inseparable, they are envied and desired by many.

One man in particular became obsessed with the boys. He is a pro bodybuilder who one day showed up at their gym and drew all eyes, especially Ryder’s and Colt’s. The two could not stop staring at his huge shredded bulk: the football biceps, the slabs of pec meat–and the bulge in his Speedos.

He introduced himself as Hondo, but didn’t say much more. 40ish, shaved head, intense demeanor, not handsome but sexy in a rough macho way. He kept one eye on Cort and Ryder as they continued their workout–now competing to push themselves even harder, showing off for the hugely muscled stranger, flexing and posing stripped to their shorts.

Hondo showed up at random over the next couple weeks, aloof but watching the two like a hawk as they worked out nearby. Finally the two young studs, their boners quite obvious in their shorts, got up the nerve to do more than make small talk–they asked Hondo if he would coach them, help them build up their muscle.

Honda knew he had the two right where he wanted them. “We’ll start tonight. Meet me out back at closing time and we’ll go back to my place.”

Cort and Ryder were too horned up to be cautious. When the gym closed, they slipped out into the dark back alley. The two young studs were too proud of their bodies to wear shirts, and met Hondo in only the shorts and flip-flops they worked out in. Just as they greeted the muscle giant, who was standing next to a black van, two men slipped up suddenly behind them. Before they could fight back, huge arms gripped them and strong hands clamped chloroformed rags over their nose and mouth. Ryder and Cort collapsed in the thugs’ arms as Hondo watched coldly. With a nod, he ordered the thugs to put the limp bodies in the van.

When Cort and Ryder woke up, they had no idea how much time had passed. They found that they lay side by side, on their stomachs, on the floor of the back of the van. In only their gym shorts, they had been hogtied and tightly gagged. Their flips had been taken and their bare feet were bound behind them to their wrists with heavy iron shackles. They communicated only in grunts, groans, pointless muffled screams, and panicked eye contact as the van bumped along, their mouths each filled with a large rubber dildo gag and held in place by tight head straps.

The two kidnapped studs writhed and struggled as the van drove for what seemed like hours. Suddenly it turned, slowed, and seemed to pull into a garage of some sort. The van’s rear door swung open. Muscled arms grabbed them and pulled them out, thrusting black cloth bags over their heads and tying them in place to blindfold them. They struggled, but the arms manhandling them were too strong for even their muscled bodies to resist. “MMMMM! MMMPH!!!!” is all they could yell, their mouths still full of cock-shaped hard rubber.

The chains were removed and each boy’s wrists were recuffed in front of him. Their shorts were pulled off and what felt like leather jockstraps were roughly pulled on. Otherwise naked, the lads were forced to stand back to back. Hobble chains were locked onto their ankles. Their elbows were pulled back, and between the crook of their elbows and the small of their back, a thick wooden pole was thrust, trapping their hands uselessly against their eightpacks and thrusting out their well-developed bare chests. Ryder and Cort stood back to back, facing opposite directions but their elbows wrapped around the same pole.

They gasped in pain and protested helplessly as both ends of the pole were lifted by unseen men. They dangled back to back as the pole was carried, down what the boys could only guess were long corridors. Struggling was useless. More impotently protesting “MMMMPH!!!”s came from the gagged mouths under the black bags that covered the heads of the two kidnapped young bucks.

Doors were unlocked, opened, and relocked after the men and their muscled cargo passed through. They descended stairs. More doors. A bolt was slid back loudly and and a door slowly and heavily creaked open. A few more steps and the stripped bound lads were set down. The men who had been carrying them retreated. The door creaked and slammed shut and a bolt slid loudly into place behind them.

More muffled screams from the young men, now standing barefoot on what felt like a cold stone floor. They waited for several minutes. The awkward way they were trussed back to back and the cold hobble chains on their ankles made any movement difficult and an escape attempt pointless–even if they hadn’t been blindfolded by the black bags.

Suddenly a far door creaked open. Footsteps approached slowly. An evil chuckle. The footsteps stopped nearby and the chuckle turned to laughter.

“Mine. All mine!” said a cold cruel voice.

Hondo! The boys recognized it and began to shout, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!?” they tried to say, but the dildo gags made it unintelligible.

Laughing coldly, Hondo reached up and removed the bags. The furious boys began to protest… but the sight that awaited them froze them.

They were standing in a vast stone room lit with torches on the walls and filled with–they could not believe their eyes–torture furniture and implements of all kinds! Cort and Ryder stared in shocked silence at X crosses… whipping posts and other stout bondage frames… stocks…chains dangling from the ceiling… a large wheel… a rack… other tables and platforms with manacles at their four corners… a pit filled with glowing red-hot coals…

Hondo was again shirtless, wearing only tight pants and tall boots, all of black leather. He circled his captives slowly, gazing at their ripped young bodies now shackled back to back. But even his magnificent rippling bodybuilder torso, which the boys had lusted after from the first moment they saw it, could not distract them from the paralyzing sight of the stone room’s fearsome accoutrements.

“Welcome, Ryder and Cort. Welcome to my Torture Dungeon.” He paused to let the words sink in. The muscle boys stared in awe and disbelief. The bodybuilder they had befriended had kidnapped them and brought them here? To this chamber of horrors?

Amused at their staring, fear-filled eyes, Hondo reached up and removed the gags that had filled their mouths for hours. They swallowed heavily, gasped for air, and the shouts and protests that had been bottled up broke out. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?! WHERE ARE WE!?!?! YOU SICK FUCK!!!! GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!”

Hondo laughed again. “No, my young heroes. You will never ‘get the fuck out of here.’ Even if you could escape this dungeon, and my heavily guarded compound, we are in the middle of nowhere, 50 miles from the nearest sign of humanity.”

Cort and Ryder struggled in anger at Hondo’s words. “What the fuck do you want with us?”

“To test you, my friends. To test those beautiful muscled young bodies against the ordeals and agonies of my dungeon.” The boys angrily tried to pull away as Hondo caressed their rock-hard biceps, pecs, abs… “To watch you suffer… to hear your screams of pain and begging for mercy for my amusement.”

“You can’t keep us here forever, you bastard!!!”

Another ice-cold snicker. “No, my studs. Not forever. Only as long as your suffering arouses me. But until then… you shall serve as my painslaves.”

The word “slave” infuriated Ryder and Cole anew. Growls of fury rose from their throats as they thrashed wildly against the chains and the pole to no avail. Impetuously, Ryder spat into Hondo’s face.

Just as furious, Hondo raised his thickly muscled arm and struck Ryder a cruel cracking blow across his handsome young face. He wiped the spittle from his cheek and snapped his fingers. Two men entered the room. The boys sensed they were the same thugs who’d chloroformed them in the alley, stuffed them in the van, and trussed them up.

They too were hugely muscled. One was covered in sinister tattoos–arms, torso, even his face and shaved scalp. The other was a beast, compact and swarthy, with a torso covered in thick black hair. Both were barefoot and wore only leather shorts.

Hondo barked an order. “Dax, Dez–chain the pole. We must work some of the fight out of our new prisoners.” Chains were lowered from the ceiling and attached to each end of the pole threaded through the boys’ elbows. Another moment later a pulley raised those chains into the air–and Cort and Ryder were pulled up, their feet leaving the floor, dangling painfully from the pole, their elbows pulled behind them, hanging like slabs of beef.

“Perhaps a night spent hanging will teach you manners,” Hondo sneered, aroused by the grimaces of pain on the dangling lads’ faces. “FUCK YOU!!!!” Cort shouted in fury as the three musclemen strode from the dungeon, bolting the door behind them.

Chained back to back, their arms pulled and twisted painfully behind them, Cort and Ryder soon began to squirm. They struggled to find relief from the pain of dangling by their elbows, but it was no use. How their muscles rippled as they writhed, showing off their bodies in an erotic spectacle of pain. From the comfort of his private chambers, Hondo, joined by Dax and Dez, watched the arousing spectacle of the struggling muscle boys on a video screen.

“How the fuck are we gonna get out of this, bro?” said Ryder.

“Look at this place–it looks like the fucking gym from hell!” Cort joked.

“Yeah, looks like that muscled bastard is really gonna torture us bad.”

“All because you got off on his muscles.”

“Fuck you! You’re the one who wouldn’t shut up about how much you hoped he would fuck you!”

“You thought he was just as hot as I did! And now here we are… strung up like meat in a sadist’s dungeon…”

Amused by their banter, Hondo stroked himself, sensitive nips and hardening cock, as he watched. “Perhaps we should raise the stakes,” he said cruelly as he watched greedily from his secret lair.

Dax smirked. “Are you going to warm them up, Boss?” he said as Hondo pressed a button on his control panel. Beneath the dangling studs a trap door in the floor slid open to reveal a pit about eight feet deep. The press of another button activated gas pipes at the bottom of the pit… and flames sprang to life underneath where Cort and Ryder hung!

“FUCK! NOOOO!!” Ryder shouted.

“THAT FUCKER’S GONNA ROAST US!” yelled Cort.

Hondo, Dax, and Dez laughed, and their cocks stiffened, at the sight of their two muscled young captives hanging over the fire, struggling and writhing…. the flames leapt up and licked just a foot or so beneath their bare soles, helplessly dangling… the hellish heat and the flexing struggle soon raised a sheen of sweat on their young fat-free bodies, etched muscle gleaming in the light of the fire, handsome faces twisted in pain….

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Justin Timberlake & Lance Bass are abducted, bound & tickle-tortured on their helpless soles then forced to suck to cock with the encouragement of electricity.
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Fun with Two *N Sync Stars
By D.R. von Todtenhausen

*NSYNC stars Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass were visiting a haunted house exhibit on Halloween and as they were going through the house each boy was grabbed and taken down a flight of stairs.

Justin Timberlake was brought into the basement blindfolded and struggling with his captors. He was immediately stripped naked and forced to the floor on his stomach. His naked body felt the cold chill of the concrete floor as he continued to struggle and complain. His arms were grabbed and spread apart while leather cuffs were placed on each wrist. These cuffs had chains attached to them and the chains were attached to hooks at the tops of two wooden posts standing about four-foot high and spread about six-foot apart. There was a section of chain between the cuffs and the posts so that the length of the chain could be adjusted by hooking the links on the chains at whatever link would bring the wrists of the victim to the desired height off the floor. After Justin’s arms were spread and the chains hooked on the hooks, his chest was off the floor but his legs were still being held to the floor. Soon his ankles were bound together and the rope was pulled through a large ring on the ceiling. The rope was pulled until his ankles were about even with the rest of his torso while his arms were spread and pulled at a downward angle. The rope on Justin’s ankles was tied off to keep him suspended in this position with his arms spread and his feet together. As he was hanging in this position, his dick was dangling straight downward and, with his body sagging, the tip of his dick was about a foot off the floor.

As all this was being done to him, Justin kept complaining and demanding to be released. Once he was secured in the position desired, the leader of the kidnappers removed the blindfold so Justin could see where he was and how he was secured. While Justin was still complaining, the leader pulled up a chair at Justin’s feet, which were just at the right level for someone seated in a chair to have perfect access to the feet and soles.

The leader was so excited to see Justin’s naked body with the dick dangling and the soles of the beautiful bare feet right in front of him, he could hardly keep his hands away from his own dick. While he was seated staring at the soles of Justin’s bare feet, he told one of the other kidnappers to take a leather whip and whip Justin’s bare back and ass while he was suspended face down. Justin jerked and yelled with each stroke of the whip and, when his back and ass were red from the whipping, the leader ordered the whipping to be stopped and he began to tickle Justin’s bare soles. Justin, being very ticklish, started to jerk and laugh, curling his toes and begging for the tickling to stop. The leader wasn’t finished, however and he picked up an electric drill and placed a feather into the drill. He then slipped the feather between the big toe and second toe of Justin’s left foot. He started the drill and the feather spun around tickling Justin between his toes. Justin shrieked with laughter and curled his toes tightly. He was so ticklish that his curling toes stopped the feather in the drill from turning. The leader of the kidnappers then ordered one of his assistants to come over and hold Justin’s toes apart. Again the drill went between the big toe and second toe, but this time Justin couldn’t curl his toes to stop the feather from spinning. He laughed and laughed, screaming for the tickling to stop, but the only thing that happened was that the leader had his assistant spread the next two toes apart and the drill was moved there. Justin was laughing so hard tears were running down his face.

The feather continued to move with the next two of Justin’s toes being held apart, until they got to the little toe of Justin’s left foot. When the feather got between his little toe and the one next to it, the assistant held the toes apart and the drill was turned on. This turned out to be the most ticklish spot on Justin’s toes and he bucked and jerked his whole body as he screamed and laughed and tried in vain to stop the tickling. Then the drill was moved to Justin’s right foot, again starting between the big toe and the second toe. The whole process was repeated on Justin’s right foot, again ending with him shrieking and laughing when the feather got between his little toe and the one next to it.

At this point the leader stopped the tickling and took a wide leather strap and began to whip the soles of Justin’s feet with the strap. Each stroke of the leather on his tender bare soles brought a grunt and sometimes a scream of pain from Justin’s mouth. He kept yelling “Stop! Stop” and “Why are you doing this?” But the torture of his feet just continued.

When this part of the torture was finished, the leader of the kidnappers nodded and the others knew it was now time to bring in Lance Bass. Lance was led into the chamber and saw Justin hanging there in his nakedness. Naturally, this turned Lance on and he kept staring at Justin’s beautiful naked body with the dick dangling toward the floor.

The leader then ordered Lance to be stripped and soon he was standing there naked and asking what was happening and why Justin and he were naked like this. He wasn’t answered, of course, but the other kidnappers forced Lance onto the floor on his back and wires were clipped to his dick and balls. When the wires were in place, the kidnappers grabbed Lance by his arms and ankles and dragged him on the floor so that his face was directly under Justin’s dangling dick. A jolt of electricity was passed through Lance’s dick and balls causing him to arch his back and scream in agony. He was then told to suck Justin’s dick or he would get another jolt of electricity. Lance wasn’t averse to sucking Justin’s dick, so he began to place his warm, moist mouth over the dick dangling in front of his face. Justin wasn’t happy about this, and didn’t hesitate to complain, but he also started to get hard with Lance’s mouth on his dick. If he started to complain too much, the leader of the kidnappers started to tickle Justin’s feet again, causing him to jerk and his dick moved even more in Lance’s mouth. He began to moan as he got closer to release, but just when he felt like he was going to explode into Lance’s mouth, Lance was grabbed by the ankles and pulled from under Justin.

While Justin was still dangling there, Lance was taken to a large T-shaped cross and told to step up onto a wooden box with his back held against the cross. His arms were spread out and strapped in several places along each arm to the T-shaped top of the cross. The wooden box was then removed and this left Lance hanging by his arms from the top of the cross, placing tremendous pressure on his shoulders and causing extreme pain with the weight of his naked body hanging there. His ankles were then grabbed and his legs were bent backward at the knees with one foot on each side of the vertical part of the cross. Once in this position, his ankles were attached to the cross, giving a perfect view of Lance’s bare soles at the back of the cross. Lance’s feet were then tickled and he began to jerk on the cross, alternately screaming from the pain in his arms and shoulders and laughing from the tickling on his bare feet.

While this was going on, Justin was released from his dangling position and led over to the cross where Lance was hanging. The cross was just high enough that when Justin was standing facing the cross, his face was at the same height as Lance’s cock. Justin’s wrist cuffs were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling and his arms were hoisted up enough to keep Justin’s feet on the floor. His ankles were then tied together and wires were attached to his dick and balls. Once that was done, he was ordered to suck Lance’s cock. Justin refused to do it and a jolt of electricity was sent surging through his dick and balls. Justin’s body jerked and he screamed, raising his heels off the floor and standing on his toes. Another jolt passed through him and another, each jolt bringing a loud scream of agony from Justin. Finally, he said: “Stop! Stop! I’ll do it, just stop the shocks!” He then slipped his mouth over Lance’s cock, which was already engorged from watching Justin’s naked struggling and screaming. When Justin didn’t suck fast enough, the leader ordered another jolt on his dick and balls, bringing another scream from Justin and also sending some of the electricity through Lance’s dick, which was still inside Justin’s moist mouth. Both boys screamed and Justin began to move faster just to stop the jolts of electricity. Finally, Lance exploded in Justin’s mouth and then the soles of Lance’s bare feet were whipped with the leather strap. Each stroke brought a scream of pain from Lance.

At this point, the leader had had his fun and the boys were released, taken to a cell and given their clothes. They were being kept for further enjoyment by the kidnappers.

D.R. von Todtenhausen

Our mystery movie star suffers through flogging, cbt and cum control while tightly stretched out on the rack much to his cock’s delight.
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Hollywood Star – Part 2
by Ibtow
Series: Hollywood Star

With that command I heard the winch being turned and my hands started to be pulled higher and tighter as my feet were anchored to the bottom of the table it started to stretch my body. The winch continued to be turned by the guard and my body would now no longer move further up the table, I could already feel the stretch and pressure on my arms, shoulders and chest. I looked up at the screen above me I was amazed how little I seemed to have moved, it felt a lot more than it looked. The winch stopped moving and my arms were now pulled tight I could not bend them however much I tried.

“Remove the cock cage guard”

“Yes Sir”

The Guard came up to the table and took a key out of his shorts and unlocked the padlock. He pulled the plastic tube my cock was inserted in off and my hard cock flopped out and stuck right up. I looked up at the mirror and have to say I liked what I was seeing. He took the rest of the cage off and my balls felt good being free again. He moved round the table to the top and twisted the winch again pulled me tighter still this was starting to get uncomfortable.

I watched the Guard walk round the table and pick up a black leather flogger, as he turned round he had an evil grin on his face.

“Guard 25 lashes start now!”

“YES SIR!” the guard responded.

He stood to my right hand side and lifted up the flogger, I watched as he brought it down, following the leather strips as they connected to my stomach, the pain was instant, it hit me and I screamed into the gag and lifted my body off the table as much as I could. I had never imagined it would feel like that. As my body came up the flogger came down again, on my stomach, my eyes were wide and I looked up at the screen, the camera was showing already the red marks on my abs. The flogging continue one after the other, no stopping, he was concentrating his attention on my abs and just below the waist, the pain was flooding my body and I could feel the heat building up on my abs. I was breathing hard when the flogging stopped. I slumped into the table and looked at the screen. My abs were glowing red and I noticed my cock was still rock hard, this confirmed my need for this type of punishment.

The guard walked round to the top of the table and turned the winch a couple of more times pulling my body even tighter.

“Guard 25 more!”

“YES SIR”

He stopped at the top of the table and again brought the flogger up, I was watching the screen and I watched as the flogged landed over me hard on my right chest, I lifted my head as I shouted into the gag I watched the second strike hit my left chest and could not believe the pain and the marks left after only one hit. Again it continued each hit on alternative sides, my chest was throbbing and felt so hot, I continued to scream and bit into the gag, each time the taste would hit. My bodies senses were in overload once again the flogging just stopped, he must of reached 25 already. I looked at the screen and again my cock was at full attention. The guard again moved the winch one more click. This caused me to shot in the gaged. I shouted “aarrrhhh fuucckkk” but I sure it just came out mumbled. I looked at the countdown clock only 15 minutes had past since I was tied down, it felt like hours.

“Guard double punishment for having an erection. 50 guard now!”

“SIR WITH PLEASURE SIR!”

50 fuck no, I can’t take 50. I shaked my head and screamed into the gag they of course took no notice and the Guard brought up the flogger and this time brought it down over my hard cock. He connected with precision, the tips of the flogger hitting the tip of my cock the rest hitting my shaft and balls, I had never felt pain like this, it rippled through my body, my brain was screaming at me to get away, I started thrashing at the bonds that held me tight to the table, the only movement I had now was to arch my body up, this just made my cock even more exposed. The next hit came on my balls, the next one my cock, then my balls, then my cock. I lost count of how many time my cock and balls were flogged, it wasn’t until he moved to the rest of my body that I breathed, he continued to flog my chest, abs, legs, arms all over every inch of exposed skin, then it was over. I suddenly realised I was being left alone. I looked at the screen, my body was covered in red marks and welts, it felt like I was on fire. I looked at my now soft cock, my bollocks had come into my body for protection. My body was covered in sweat which shine and showed off my muscular body. My body hair was damp and clinging to my skin, if I was watching this video on the website I would of come many times over.

I started to get my breath back and moved my head around I could not see anybody in the room, I looked up at the countdown clock it was at 10:45:32 had I passed out or was my mind in such a place that time went quick. I looked at the screen it was still showing me tied up, the gag in my mouth (god my mouth was dry), taped in place, my body was pulled so tight every muscle was bulging, my gym and personal trainer would be very impressed with how I looked, except the red marks from the flogger. My mind jumped to Tony my personal assistant, he would look good like this, I could abuse him. I could send him here and I could be the Guard, would he be into it. Would he do it for me.

As my mind wondered off the reality of my situation jump to the front of my reality as I heard a door open and shut. It was the Guard, he seemed alone, he walked up to the table and went to the winch, he leaned over his head close to my ear.

“You are hotter in reality than on screen boy. You look fucking hot tied like this, but this is just the start you are only 90 minutes into the 4 days. I will get you alone soon and I have plans of my own. I have permission from my Master to do what I want to you. Things will get worse, you will wish you never sent that email but you did boy and now you belong to us!”

With that he slowly turned the winch again 4 more time’s my arms felt like they were going to explode from the sockets.

“Prisoner is ready SIR!” shouted the guard.

No response came back but I heard the door open again, the Guard went out of my vision but soon came back with a pair of electric hair clipper, I looked at horror, I can’t be shaved my next role requires me to play a rough type. I protested as much as I could be it was all ignored. The Guard came up to the table and turned the clipper on, without saying anything he started to shave the hair off my cock and balls, he was rough and he caught the skin a couple of times but he didn’t care before I knew it my cock and balls were just stubble. He didn’t stop there he carried on shaving up my treasure trail, I was shaking my head screaming no into the gag, telling him to fucking stop into the gag, he didn’t stop he carried on shaving the hair on my stomach, taking his time as he got to my chest. He expertly shaved my chest with the clippers, blowing the hair off my body. When he had finished I looked down at my body, it was completely shaved. I started to get angry now, I hadn’t agreed to this, how was I going to get away when the director saw this smooth body at the next shoot.

I started to thrash around and shouting into the gag, calling the Guard everything under the sun. He most of caught some of it as his head snapped round, he looked up at the camera, then slapped me in the face!

“Shut the FUCK UP PRISONER!, YOU AGREED TO WAIVE ALL RIGHTS! Now stay the fuck still or you will be sorry!”

He was right I had agreed to this, I calmed down slightly the adrenaline was rushing through me, I breathed deep, slowed my heart rate. The Guard left the table and then returned with a bowl of water and shaving cream, fuck they were going to shave me bar. He did he shaved my cock and balls, my stomach and chest, I had no hair left from my balls to my armpits. After he had finished he got some baby oil and started to rub the oil into my body. He covered every bit of my body, taking time to rub it in, my un-caged cock was hard again he started to stroke it slowly at first then quick then slower, then quicker again, he was expert at this, I felt like I was getting close to coming I arched my back, he must of read this sign as he slowed down, and started to rub the head of my cock, I was watching him on the screen, he was edging me, I have read about this but never experienced it before, he kept this up for 20 minutes, each time I was close he would stop. I was getting more and more worked up. I was groaning into the gag, pleading with him let me cum. I was so close I had my eyes closed. I was brought back into the room when I felt a sharp intense pain on my cock head, I opened my eyes looked at my cock and let out a long deep moan, a large plastic peg was stuck on my cock head, the guard was grinning.

“Cumming is not allowed boy, you won’t be coming during these 4 days!” is all he said before bringing another peg out and placing it at the base of my cock, each one caused a throbbing pain to shoot through my body. The next went between my balls, causing them to push tight each side, another went half way up my now limp cock, the next two the guard snapped both at me and placed them on my balls, they dug in deep and hurt more than I thought I could put up with but I had no way of getting them off. The Guard rubbed his hands over the area between my cock and abs, he gave it a hard slap, and another. I thrashed around nothing would stop the paid coming from cock and balls. He got another 3 pegs and placed them between my cock and abs. He moved up the table and pinched my now shaved nipples, he took 4 pegs and placed two on each nipple. He wasn’t finished yet, he got 4 more pegs and placed them on my arm pits. Now every part of my body was throbbing and screaming. I don’t know if I could cope with this much longer. The Guard walked to the end of the table and twisted the winch one more turn.

“Your have 10 hours left on the rack, 1 hour rest starts now” boomed the voice of the master.

The guard walked past me flicking each peg as he went, he walked past the camera without looking back. I was shaking my head and pleading not to be left like this. Then the lights went out and I was plunged into darkness. The screen above me when dark and all I could see was the countdown timer at 9:59:40. The screen suddenly changed and my body in a green night vision image sprung to life. I looked at the image, when it started to zoom in on my body. It started at the my feet and panned up to my cock. 5 pegs were on screen digging into my body, it then panned up to my abs, I was breathing deep and so tightly spread out and the night vision highlighted my muscles. The camera continued to pan up to my shaved chest, my nipples where hidden by the pegs and my chest heaved. The camera continues to my face. The face that had sold millions of cinema tickets around the world. My gagged still firmly in place. The camera panned to my eyes, I looked back at myself. I shuddered, what had I signed up for, this was like a scene out of a horror movie. No one knew where I was, if I never returned no one would no where to look for me. The camera zoomed back out so I could now see my whole body, I have to admit I looked amazing, I scanned every bit of my body watching myself breathing, sometime uncontrollably thrashing against the constant pressure of the bondage, my one tattoo on my inner bicep seemed dark. I tried to flex my arms to relieve some of the pressure, I pulled against the bounds hold me out tight. I managed to flex a little and watched as my arm bulged even in this position. But the pressure didn’t stop, the throbbing and pain from the pegs never stopped. I looked at the timer, only 15 minutes had passed, fuck time seemed to be going very slow. I tried to zone out.

I breathed in deep through my nose, the smell of the jock strap stuffed in my mouth hit me again. The man scent, the scent of the guard who was inflicting this suffering on me hit my brain like a drug. My mind wandered and I had thoughts of Tony my assistant. I had seen him naked many times his body was just about perfect, he took pride in his body. He had nice muscular frame, body hair in all the right places and his cock was a good 6 inches and thick. He was out to everyone and he was always picking up guys. I started to think I could do this to him. Get him tied up, tortured and abused. Keep him locked up for days on end, use him as my sex slave, I could do that to him.

I opened my eyes the pain from the pegs was getting unbearable now. I looked at the counter it was down to 9:15:45 I only had 15 minutes of “rest” left but I still had 9 hours left on this torture table. I was only 3 hours into my 4 days. I had no idea how I was going to last. I had paid a lot of money for these guys to fuck me up. I looked down at my body, the pegs were pulsing on there own and I noticed my cock was getting hard again. My mind was screaming it wanted out my cock was screaming it wanted more.

The counter clicked down to 9:00:00 and the door clicked open, the Guard now naked entered the room again. I looked at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him to release some of the tension from the rack. I looked over his body. He was fitter in real live, my eyes drifted down to his cock and I was surprised to see he was in a chastity cage. He walked around the table and leaned into me.

“I have been wearing this since you emailed in your sordid fantasy boy, today is my release day boy and I tend to use you later to release my tension. Master has left me in charge of you boy for the next few hours. You still have nine left boy, regretting your cock ruling your mind yet boy?”

He started to peel the tape away from my head to remove the gag.

“I want to hear you scream for real now boy!”

He pulled out the gag it was soaking wet, it was the first time I had noticed the stains on the inside of gag.
“Water please” I wrasped my mouth was so dry. He held the jock over my mouth.

“Open wide boy”, he then rang out the jock into my mouth, the taste was disgusting but at the same time I lapped up the salty water.

Once he had got all he could out of the jock he throw it to one side and got a class of water and poured it into my mouth, I gulped it down.

He attention soon moved to the pegs biting into my body, he moved to the pegs on my nipples, he flicked each in turn. The pain shot through my chest and seemed to burst out of my throat in a scream. He then slowly and purposely removed the first peg from my right nipple. The shooting fire of pain was instant, he then quickly removed the other pegs on my chest. He stepped back pulled a riding crop from under the table and whipped the crop down on my nipples. He made quick, hard and sharp swings at my nipples and chest, the pain from the pegs being on was intensified. I was trying not to give him the pleasure of crying out in pain but when he started repeatedly hitting my right chest, in the same spot over and over again. I couldn’t hold it any more. “Fuck, fuck, fucking stop, aarrrhhhhh” I cried out, it made no difference, he just moved to the left chest and carried on hitting. He said nothing just stared at me as he continued the torture. I started to pull at the wrists cuffs, tencing my body, staining, trying with all my will to get free, to stop this abuse.

He stopped, walked to the table and started to trace the out line of my abs with the riding crop before reaching the pegs on cock and balls I knew these would hurt when released but willed him to take them off to stop the torture these pegs were inflicting on my manhood. He just started to flick the pegs with riding crop, slowly to start with then faster and faster, each time they moved and I reacted, I moaned, yelped, moved my body he smiled an evil grin. I looked down at his caged cock, it must be 8 inches long and thick it was pushing against the steel cage, he was getting off this. He slowly increased the force of every hit, hitting my cock and balls, the pressure and pain was building up. Each he caused the pegs to move and bit into my cock and balls even more. He continued to move up my body again, working the riding crop over my abs, I lost count of how many time he hit me with that thing. I was shouting until my voice was hoarse. When he finally stopped I had a cover of sweet over my whole body. I looked at the monitor above me my whole body was a burning red colour. My breathing me deep, he then moved down the tablet again and I started to remove the pegs from my balls and cock. Each one sent a bolt of lightning through my body. Each one he removed made we scream, I couldn’t control it even if I wanted to. He left the worse until last. The one the tip of my cock had now be on for over 90 minutes. He lifted my cock up with the peg, the pain of that was almost to much to take. He looked me straight in the eyes and slowly removed the peg. I have never felt a sensation like it. The blood running back into my cock head felt like molten lava, he kept looking at me and grinned. He started to stroke my cock, each time causing more pain. I had no idea why but my cock started to get hard again, the sensation of pain, my situation would have most people staying soft but my cock was now rock hard.

“You are a fucking pain pig boy aren’t you, you love this pain. Your a sick fucker.”

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A straight, homophobic & racist billionaire, his three equally detestable sons, their arrogant cop bodyguard and even a wrestling coach get their just desserts served by two hunky gay massage therapists in another hot story from Richard!
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Multi-Billionaire Sebastian Chancellor III & his Three Spoiled Preppy Sons Get Theirs
By: Richard
Art: MenOnEdge.com

Sebastian Chancellor III wrapped up the meeting of the Board of Directors of the multi-billion-dollar conglomerate he owned and controlled, with a classic snap of his strong fingers, acting as CEO and Managing Director of the huge corporation with his accustomed dismissive and aristocratic manner. CEO Chancellor was as much feared as respected by his fellow (if lower-level) Directors and his lower-level employees were flat-out scared shitless of incurring his wrath for the slightest error. He could easily fire, and had in fact fired, hundreds of them over time on-the-spot for the slightest transgressions, so his employees feared losing their employment which could be accomplished by Mr. Chancellor, again with a simple snap of his powerful fingers.

The salt-and-pepper-haired 45-year-old industrial titan kept himself in peak condition with private trainers/masseurs who came to his impressive estate’s private gym, his buff musculature evident beneath the impeccably-tailored bespoke suits he consistently wore to work. His manly 6″3″ frame added all the more to his exuding a sense of power and control over others.

So it would come as a complete surprise to Mr. Chancellor’s employees that the powerful industrial titan had developed a penchant for massage sessions several times a week at which time he would divest himself of his power suit and tie and literally submit his then totally bare-assed gym-toned body to the educated ministrations of his two current certified personal trainers/masseurs, Andrew Martin and Rafael Morales for four-handed massages. Andrew and Rafael, both 23, were, of course, themselves perfect physical specimens, Andrew a 6′ 1″ suntanned smooth-skinned blond hunk with a crew cut, and Rafael a 6′ 2″ darkly muscular Hispanic with hair in all the right places for those who cared to notice. Both Andrew and Rafael arrived at Sebastian Chancellor’s estate or at his executive office clad in starkly white gym shorts and form-fitting starkly white polo shirts that contrasted perfectly with their sun-tanned and/or darkly muscular bodies.

Andrew and Rafael were quite proud of how they had managed to slowly ingratiate themselves into the powerful Mr. Chancellor’s life. In the beginning the industrial titan had no idea that both of his personal trainers/masseurs were gay because they were completely hyper-masculine and not at all effeminate as the CEO assumed gay men would be, although even Sebastian Chancellor could note that they were almost too perfect of perfect specimens to be straight. However, when he learned of their true sexual orientation he was intrigued in that even back in his college days he had heard rumors from some of his frat brothers who when wasted had admitted to having allowed gay guys to “service” them, that gay guys really knew what they were doing and a dude could just lay back and let them do all the work to get one’s rocks off.

Therefore, over time, the powerful industrial titan had allowed the massage sessions to always end with a “happy ending” but with Andrew and Rafael, little-by-little, testing the CEO’s limits, which progressed from being tied down to the massage table and blindfolded to heighten the effect of their expert ministrations, to later incorporating first a slim-but-powerful silver vibrator no wider than a human finger which they used alternately to tease and buzz through his hairy asscrack and tickle his tight butch, hair-haloed rosebud of an asshole or to tease his incredibly sensitive nips through his hairy chest and armpits, or to buzz his cum-churning balls and perineum, and then, over time, progressing to using their lips and tongues on all those sensitive places, to the point where now Mr. Sebastian Chancellor III was well and truly totally hooked on the sessions which he eagerly anticipated, now literally putty in their expert hands, lips and tongues.

Of course, Mr. Chancellor never reciprocated these attentions since the arrogant stud’s concentration was strictly only on his own selfish needs, and to have done so would have gone against his strictly heterosexual sensibilities. But the CEO did not consider the sessions to be “gay” since he was only being pleasured and not giving pleasure to them in return (at least that he was aware of, because in fact both Andrew and Rafael “got off” big time on teasing and stroking the bound hotshot, albeit not literally or in Mr. Chancellor’s presence, the duo waiting until they were safely in a private place to finish each other off after one of the hot sessions with the bound industrial magnate). Just the same the duo had managed to have incorporated their eventually going shirtless well into the sessions when their horny subject was literally moaning with pleasure and begging for sexual release, the bound executive not uttering a peep of protest even when each of the masseur’s naked, oiled-up torsos (Andrew’s smooth-skinned one and Rafael’s hairy one) rubbed against the executive’s own naked body, or when they simultaneously slid up his body to nibble on lick and blow in each of his ears, the bound hotshot only increasing his moans, mewls and heavy breathing as he comically thrust his hips all the more with his as-yet-unsatisfied massive boner waving in the air, temporarily untouched but dying to cum. The duo further got a kick out of repeatedly asking “does that feel good, sir?” “Your nips are hot-wired to your cock, aren’t they, Mr. Chancellor, sir?” and “you like it when we play with your ass don’t you, sir?” to which the bound CEO never failed to answer in the pathetically comical loud affirmative “OH YESSSSS!!!!” ” I DOOOOOOO!!!! THEY ARE!!!! OH MORE !!! PLEASE MORE!!!!!!!!!! IT FEELS SO FUCKIN’ GOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!!” as the bound executive comically continued to thrust his hips seeking friction against his cum-denied cock and balls. Further, the all-powerful Mr. Chancellor was known to particularly react when Rafael’s goatee was used to stimulate the omnipotent executive’s ultra-sensitive nips, Rafael expertly using his beard bristles to alternate with his wet tongue to further stimulate and tease the hotshot executive’s nips.

The fact that Sebastian Chancellor III was a big-time supporter of ultra-conservative causes with family photographs of his wife and three sons widely set forth on a “Family Values Coalition” website and had further helped bankroll California’s Proposition 8, only made it all the more of a “conquest” for the duo, the duo having great fun teasing and denying their subject, not even having to “make” him beg for release because he was abjectly pleading on his own for his oh-so-desperate need for a massive orgasm. When they finally let the industrial titan blow his massive, pent-up load, he always came with incredible force, literally screaming in ecstasy as rope after rope of red-hot cum exploded from the tip of his massive boner, the hot Chancellor baby-makers squirting high in the air and landing on his hairy chest and square in his blindfolded face. They had now even gotten the industrial titan to the point where the slim vibrator could even be inserted up his tight butch hole and massage his prostate, which had resulted in the most intense ball-shattering orgasms their married subject had ever before experienced. The duo had further learned that the increasingly kinky Mr. Chancellor was also easily turned on by foot massages and having the soles of his size 12 feet licked and his toes sucked simultaneously by his two personal trainer/masseurs, the duo noting that the bound CEO was quite ticklish down there as well as other places on his body, especially his hairy armpits and along his sides and anywhere near his privates or tight butch hole. While the duo pretended to “try” not to make any tickling movements in any of those areas, they had fun “forgetting” and sending their bound subject into giggling hysterics with him pleading for them to stop, which they did, but duly noting the fact and filing away the fact that their subject was extremely ticklish for later use.

Moreover, the duo was pleased to discover that the secretly kinky Mr. Chancellor’s latent foot fetish extended to enjoying anything relating to occasional “footjobs” being incorporated into his massage sessions in lieu of or in addition to handjobs or blowjobs, the CEO’s blindfold being removed long enough for the bound industrial magnate to avidly watch as the now shirtless masseurs took turns removing their white athletic shoes and socks, oiling them up and then with Rafael climbing up on the bottom of the massage table to wrap his long brown toes and the pink soles of his own size 12s around the moaning magnate’s rock-hard cock and hairy cum-churning balls and moving his feet up and down over his rampant dick and shoving one of the Hispanic god’s oiled-up big toes right up against and slightly into the all-powerful industrial magnate’s tight butch hole producing a grunt of satisfaction from his subject who in turn shamelessly thrust his sweat-soaked, hairy crack furiously up and down against the pleasurably wriggling invader, the slightly sharp wiggling toenail surprisingly adding just the right modicum of pain mixing with pleasure on their subject’s hairy perineum and hole so as to not particularly register with the sex-crazed, out-of it Chancellor, while Andrew carefully climbed up on the top of the massage table circling his suntanned legs around behind Chancellor’s head, to massage Mr. Chancellor’s erect nips with his bare, oily feet through the powerful executive’s oily, hairy chest, the CEO secretly mesmerized and secretly turned on by the fact that not only could he feel Andrew’s own rampant dick and cum-churning balls at the back of his neck through Andrew’s thin cotton gym shorts as Andrew’s feet did their magic, but the CEO could also not avoid the view presented to his gaze as he avidly watched each captivating up-and-down stroke of Rafael’s expert footjob, namely the view right up Rafael’s own gym shorts to the basket of Rafael’s bulging white micro bikini briefs otherwise hidden beneath, the fact that both of his masseurs were apparently almost as turned on as he was thereby disconcerting his hetero sensibilities yet adding an undeniable thrill of the forbidden to the entire proceedings.

All of this resulted in a sooner end to that session as the new and earth-shaking combination of pleasurable stimulations sent the denuded Mr. Sebastian Fucking Chancellor III right over the fucking edge, as his massive dick suddenly exploded all over his heaving, hairy chest, and Rafael’s and Andrew’s own bare feet. Their subject was so turned on and out of it from this session, that the duo convinced the powerful industrial magnate to lick his own executive cum (their only selling point- it was only Chancellor’s own patrician load, after all), the duo later giggling at how Chancellor had quite eagerly lapped up the gooey/slimy produce of his own cum-bloated patrician balls (unbeknownst to him on video as well), the hotshot forgetting or not realizing that the wriggling big toe of Rafael’s that the CEO was so voraciously licking and sucking every precious drop of cum off of had been up the hotshot industrial magnate’s own tight butch ass just moments before! Well “the rich think their shit doesn’t stink” the duo laughed as they later reviewed the tape and got themselves off as well.

As noted, unbeknownst to Mr. Chancellor, all of the sessions were videotaped by the duo for their later entertainment as the duo re-lived the sessions as they later privately made out big time and had their own private massive cum explosions, getting off on how they had teased and humiliated the powerful stud.

After one such massage session that took place at Mr. Chancellor’s executive office (the duo having surprised Chancellor unaware when he had a series of important meetings to attend and which he should have attended, but the duo easily seduced the always-hot-to-trot CEO by Andrew’s saying “Aw, c’mon, forget those meetings…” as he tweaked Chancellor’s erect nips through the expensive thin cotton of his dress shirt and patted the bulge in his expensive suit pants, Chancellor throwing an immediate boner in his fancy expensive bespoke suit pants, his disobedient cock painfully lengthening in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs). To the duo’s amusement, executive horndog Chancellor proceeded to race to his intercom to bark authoritative orders to his long-suffering executive administrator barking authoritatively into the device ordering the cowering woman to to “hold my calls and postpone those meetings!” whereupon another lengthy massage session took place right in the CEO’s private office.

After that typically satisfying session and after Mr. Chancellor had showered in his private executive bathroom, back in his authoritative mode after his massive sexual release, the CEO noticed the duo admiring the photographs of his family on the gleaming surface of his massive executive desk. “Yes, that’s Cecily, my adoring wife. We married young, you know, right out of college. Oh and that one is of my three sons, Clayton- he’s 22 and at university- President of his exclusive frat, captain of the water polo team, all-around sportsman and regular chip-off-the-old block, Tyler, he’s 19, senior in high school, captain of the wrestling team- a real powerhouse- you should see him put the moves on his “old man” on the wrestling mat in the estate’s gym- could beat the damn singlet right off of me if he wanted to-leave me bareass on it haha- I’m no match for him anymore ha ha- and that’s P.J. my youngest son, 18, and that damned Ferrari I got him for his birthday is a pussy magnet- again a chip off the old block- twat tamer at 16, randy bastard! Long-haired surfer dude! Gonna make him cut that- unmanly! You probably notice all 3 of ’em have “dirty-blond” hair I guess you call it- take after my wife’s Nordic background but all 3 of ’em have at least some hair on their chests like their dark-haired (well salt-and-pepper grey fox now haha) “old man” and “all man” just like their dad.

“They’re all good-looking, Mr. Chancellor. You must be proud of them” enthused Andrew, truthfully. They looked like spoiled overly self-assured arrogant brats, but all three were hot Andrew mused.

“Yes, well they’re all good boys really. Horny like their “old man”- fuckers can’t get enough sex and even at that I’ve caught each of them jerking off to porn at one time or another, but don’t we all? Nice peckers on each of ’em too, proud to say, humongous when I caught them jerking at one time or another in their own rooms. Of course Clayton gave us a bit of trouble a year ago, but I took care of it for him. Since those stuck-up sorority girls from good families are all saving themselves for marriage, my boy Clayton used to look for bitches from the “wrong side of the tracks”. Poor horny bastard naturally went after some buxom beaner broad (er, no offense Rafael, just my way of speaking) Manuela it was or some damn ‘spic name- er, anyway this Manuela dame wouldn’t put out for Clayton in the end after leading him on, so he got maybe a little rough with her, knocked her around a little to show her who was boss, and he got a little hot under the collar because the bitch kept trying to fight him off (even tried to kick him right square in the boy’s cum-filled nuts while he was going after her! Right in the Chancellor family jewels! Bitch! But she missed, thank God) Anyway, he naturally went ahead and fucked her rough anyway and even fucked her hard and rough up the ass a few more times just to teach the bitch a lesson! His big prick probably ripped the bitch a new asshole!! Haha! Served her right, the bitch, teasing my poor boy like that! Bitch had the fuckin’ nerve to make a big fuss about it! Police! Tried to have my boy arrested for nothing! But I paid her off cheap- it was easy because the bean…er, the bitch couldn’t find a lawyer or judge in this town who would take on Sebastian Chancellor III or mess with his son! We showed her, the bitch!!!!! But, just the same, poor Clayton’s sex life has gone downhill after that incident. Poor bastard’s afraid the bitches are all out for our money and he’s right to worry about that. Then the “good girls” won’t put out so I think Clay must have a permanent set of blue balls with porn as the poor boy’s only outlet- and a red-blooded All-American he-man stud of 22!!! Poor bastard! What a waste!”

“But now that we’re talking about it, that gives me an idea. Would you guys consider taking on Clayton as a new client? Full pay from me of course, even a bonus. I can’t tell you how our sessions have helped me- I used to shell out tons of money on call girls and mistresses I had to keep housed and clothed to the nines, but now I don’t need to waste time or money on them or worry about Cecily finding out I was cheating on her, and then filing for divorce which would cost me half of my estate! I can fill my boy Clayton in on the details, let him know how great you guys are at letting buff, manly Chancellor studs lie back and be transported to a fucking great orgasm by two talented masseurs. Of course, Clayton is a bit squeamish about gay guys- fuckers always are always cruising him at the gym (of course my boy Clayton showed them what happens to perverts who can’t take their eyes of him- that set them “straight” haha!) Anyway, I think the fact that you guys tie your subjects to the massage table for those insurance reasons you talked about back in the beginning, and that all he has to do is lie back and let you guys do all the work, that he wouldn’t even have to so much as jerk his own cock (like he’s been stuck doing too much lately anyway), will win him over because just like me when you tie me up, as a straight guy it helps because it is not as though you are really allowing yourself to be touched in all those, er, sensitive places where guys just don’t usually touch other guys or allow themselves to be touched there, but also there is the ‘helplessness’ factor which is frankly kind of a turn-on when you get used to it. Further, I can further reassure Clayton in that all of Clayton’s sessions will be done in his own bedroom at my own estate, either when I am at home and can intervene if you guys, well, go too far with him too soon in the sessions, or when I am not at home, I will make sure that one of the armed, uniformed security patrol guards from our exclusive gated community are within earshot, ready to spring into action at the slightest signal from Clayton. Our security guards are all off-duty fully-trained policemen, very discreet and would be happy for the easy extra money since I am sure you guys will completely respect all limits imposed by Clayton and they will have nothing to do but sit around and wait outside Clay’s room, most likely if anything just being jealous of the sounds they do hear coming from Clay’s room when he gets his ‘happy ending’- hahaha” went on Mr. Chancellor.

“Sure Mr. Chancellor. We’ll be happy to help out. Just set up the appointment and we’ll do the rest. Rest assured we’ll give your boy exactly what he needs and deserves, and, er respect his limits!” enthused Andrew, truthfully, except about respecting limits! The security guard possibility was a bit off-putting, though. Those boot-jacked Nazi-esque security officers were forever hassling the (presumed to be gay) gym short and polo-shirted studs Andrew and Rafael (and particularly Rafael due to his heritage [“likely criminal element-fuckin Spic”] plus being gay) each time they entered the gated community to visit Mr. Chancellor’s estate and the butch homophobes were disgustingly thorough and downright “anal” about everything they stuck their noses into. Hmm, like that turn of phrase thought Andrew to himself, grinning.

On their way home, Rafael was bursting to tell Andrew that he only “connected the dots” about Manuela’s rape/sodomy when he realized that the “Clayton” his cousin Manuela had told the family about, this Aryan asshole who raped her, was in fact “Clayton Chancellor.” Rafael had only heard the name “Clayton” being used for the name of her rapist and it was only when Mr. Chancellor himself “introduced” them to “Clayton Chancellor” by his desktop picture that it sunk in to Rafael that it was Sebastian Chancellor III’s own son who had committed her vicious rape/sodomy.

Plus both Andrew and Rafael recounted Mr. Chancellor’s own unbelievable racism against Hispanics- no doubt handed down to and voiced by Clayton as well- “no offense Rafael” about all the “beaner” and “Spic” remarks! Like father, like son! They’d have to find a way to make the “old man” pay for those fuckin’ racist comments- maybe substitute something bigger for the slim buzzing vibe the powerful industrial magnate found oh-so-pleasurable when they so skillfully teased and slightly prodded “daddy’s” oh-so-tight little butch manhole, as the ultra-conservative “Family Values” homophobic fucker moaned with pleasure and wagged his hairy asscrack in response. Maybe something a bit bigger might turn those moans of pleasure into something nearer to sudden unexpected pain- Serve the hotshot fucker right not to be able to sit down in his fancy executive chair barking orders as usual, but having to ever-so-slowly-and carefully ease his sore ass onto a special cushion, wincing all the way down!

Andrew was of course totally shocked by all of this and the duo became even more determined to get revenge on this asshole arrogant rapist, Clayton Chancellor, who was never brought to justice due to the Chancellor family clout to sweep it all under the rug.

Rafael mused about letting Manuela go after Clayton with huge strap-on dildo, but although the duo laughed at the idea as totally fitting, Manuela had suffered enough and could not go through with such a thing in reality so it was up to them to try to right the wrong as well as they could.

As it turned out, Mr. Chancellor duly set up an appointment for Clayton’s massage therapy. Unfortunately for the duo, Mr. Chancellor himself would not be present but rather had hired a dreaded uniformed security officer to monitor his eldest and favorite son’s massage session, the heir to the Chancellor Empire.

After having jumped through the usual hoops to get through security at the exclusive guard-gated enclave which encompassed the massive Chancellor Estate, Andrew and Rafael finally made their way to the estate clad in their usual attire after having run the gamut of homophobic and racist comments from the guard gate.

To their happy surprise, the duo were met at the door to the estate by Mr. Chancellor’s personal butler, Alfred, already an ally since the butler himself, aged 60, was himself gay, and a long-suffering victim of loud abuse from not only Mr. Chancellor himself but from all of his demanding, spoiled-brat sons as well.

Alfred happily filled them in regarding the fact that Alfred had access from a close friend to certain pharmaceuticals and that it seemed that the insufferably arrogant Clayton Chancellor had that very day “ordered” “you old faggot fart Alfred” to “bring him his fuckin’ vitamin water, you fuckin’ old fart faggot- DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?? ARE YOU FUCKIN’ DEAF NOW, TOO, YOU OLD FART FAGGOT????”

Alfred further informed the duo that “this odious, disgusting, uniformed so-called ‘security’ person also further arrived early. It seems that he is none other than that most particularly obnoxious motorcycle cop, Jake Logan, the one in full motorcycle cop uniform and boots, you know, the one who keeps hassling both you and Rafael each time you enter the hallowed grounds of this disgusting ‘guard-gated’ community.”

However, as music to their ears, the duo was further informed by Alfred that in response to “son #1- Clayton’s ‘request’ ” that in fact dear Alfred had spiked said person’s vitamin water with a goodly dose of slow-acting diluted Viagra, and, even better, that the asshole had downed the entire amount in one defiant gulp, screwing up his face and again cursing his “lowly servant”.

Further, dear Alfred informed them that Security Officer/Off-Duty Motorcycle Officer Jake Logan’s own “vitamin water” had been dosed not only with a good dose of Viagra, but also with a drug that would make him want to pee his pants with a sudden urge, guaranteed to make him come running into Clayton’s room, most likely perfectly timed just when they were setting up asshole Clayton for his deserved “festivities.” Again, Officer Logan was observed to have downed the vitamin water in one go, literally tossing the empty bottle at poor Alfred and ordering him to “pick it up and get it the fuck out of here like your employer Clayton told you to! Remember I can have your ass fired in an instant- Mr. Chancellor and I are like this- fingers entwined- so don’t fuck up, you fucking ancient faggot asshole!” followed by giving Alfred the finger and sniggering with a dismissing giggle, ordering the lowly servant away.

So it came to be that the duo passed the fully-uniformed security guard Officer Logan who glared at the “fucking faggots!” (which he had the fucking nerve to say aloud) as the duo entered the arrogant and oh-so-deserving Clayton Chancellor’s bedroom. As they entered the extremely rude asshole/chip-off-the-old-block started by exclaiming- “What the fuck took you so fucking LONG? My dad hired you for 7 p.m. and it’s fucking 7:05 p.m.!! Don’t you KNOW that we CHANCELLORS fuckin’ DEMAND punctuality? Why have you kept me waiting?? And MOST OF ALL! don’t you fucking faggots get any ideas about doing anything other than the massage my dad told me about (he highly recommended you guys and all that, but he warned me that you ARE fucking faggots so my number one limit (of many!) is that neither of you fucking faggots go anywhere NEAR and I mean ANYWHERE NEAR my, er, well, you know, er ANAL region? OK, understood? Plus, as I am sure you noticed outside, since my dad is away on business and we are otherwise alone in the house (except maybe one of my annoying fucking brothers or that faggot Alfred), my dad and I have sensibly stationed Officer Logan, a fully-uniformed, off-duty fully-armed LAPD motorcycle officer just outside of this room in case you assholes fail to abide by my limits or fail to stop doing whatever I order you not to do? Understood?”

“Fully understood, sir. And we have the utmost respect for both your eminent father and Officer Logan who seems to only have your best interests at heart. A fine fellow and even if he was not armed as he is, Officer Logan is clearly capable of defending both you and himself with his bare hands A fine specimen, he is,” said Andrew.

“NOW-STRIP!!!” ordered Andrew a bit louder than he intended.

“What the fuck?” replied Clayton, aghast at the sudden order, and to him of all people, not accustomed to taking orders.

“Well, no offense, son, but your father did hire us to massage you, and it is a bit difficult to massage anyone wearing clothes….” said Andrew.

“Oh, OK, then , yeah you’re right my dad did ORDER you hired underlings to massage me but (REMEMBER- NO FAGGY TRICKS THOUGH- right?”

“Of course not, Clayton, your father gave explicit instructions. But, er, it is impossible for both of us to give you the massage your father ordered us to give and that you so richly deserve (your father even paid us a bonus to give you everything that you absolutely so richly deserve), so please remove all of your clothes.”

“But both you and that Spic one are still wearing clothes! I forbid you to watch me disrobe! Especially that Spic guy!!!” demanded Clayton, stamping his foot for emphasis in his accustomed fashion.

“OK Clayton, for goodness sake, here is a towel to wrap around yourself…” sighed Andrew, again disgusted by the racism.

Clayton then proceeded to remove his Sigma Chi fraternity tee shirt over his head revealing the depths of his dark-haired armpits and dirty-blond to darker chest hair. Glaring significantly at the eagerly watching masseurs, he pointedly placed the proffered towel over his mid-section/crotch, and, again glaringly, first removed his shoes and socks and then unhitched his jeans and lowered them under the cover of the towel, before blushingly lowering his tight Calvin Klein Boxer briefs as well, again under the cover of the towel, whereupon he reluctantly placed himself up on the massage table on his back as instructed, the towel firmly wrapped around his mid-section.

Andrew then gave Clayton the same phony serious speech he had given to Mr. Chancellor about insurance regulations requiring massage subjects to be strapped down to the massage table. Clayton arrogantly replied- “Yeah my dad told me all about that, you fucking morons! So go ahead and strap me in, don’t take all day! As you know there is a fucking uniformed, armed cop outside so I don’t give a shit- you fags can’t do shit to me with him there so go ahead- strap me in!”

So Andrew and Rafael wasted no time strapping the arrogant loudmouth to the massage table on his back.

“I assume your dad also told you about the blindfold?” inquired Andrew.

“Yeah, yeah that too- supposed to fucking heighten the effect or some such shit. Yeah I’ll go along with that shit because my dad said it was OK and mostly because you faggots gotta remember that my staunch, stalwart Officer Logan who could beat the shit out of both of you before breakfast is right out there in case you fucking faggots get out of line. So, go ahead, and fucking get on with the whole thing. I haven’t gotten off in close to a week, so you assholes better do a good job and get me off within MY limits, or I’LL TELL MY DAD!!!!! So hop to it, assholes! I haven’t got all day! Jeez!”

After Clayton was duly secured spread-eagled on his back in “X-fashion” on the “X-fashioned massage table” the duo had brought specially for Clayton (as opposed to the regulation massage table they used on his father) that spread Clayton’s legs much wider than on a regular massage table and was duly blindfolded, Andrew could not resist covertly hitching up the towel just enough so that Clayton would not feel his genitalia being exposed, but high enough so that the video camera could catch a glimpse of none other than Clayton Chancellor, arrogant heir to the Chancellor Fortune’s own deserving, hair-haloed tiny virgin asshole which had never been penetrated by so much as an invasive doctor’s finger, the masseur duo exchanging significant glances and laughing to themselves at the unwitting exposure of their deserving target’s most private, sacrosanct aperture as Clayton squirmed as he tested his bonds, unwittingly spreading his legs even further to unknowingly give the two masseurs a great view of his sacrosanct butch portal, a target they intended to explore further, much further.

While Clayton laid on the “X-fashioned” massage table Rafael had the nerve to inquire- “So is that a chin-up bar over there? Is that where you do your pull-ups in the morning? Cool to have that right in your room.” “Yeah of course it’s a fucking chin-up bar you moronic Spic! Unlike ‘your people,’ we Chancellors can buy ANYTHING we want, chin-up bars or you name it. Chancellors are not poor-ass bastards like you, asshole!”

At this point the proceedings were interrupted by a fervent knocking at the door of the bound, naked-but-for-a-towel Clayton Chancellor’s room. When Andrew answered the door, a sweaty-browed, fully-uniformed Officer Logan desperately announced, eyes darting wildly from side to side in acute desperation that “Man, I really need to go! I ran down the hall of this fucking mansion but couldn’t find a fucking bathroom. I gotta pee REALLY bad!!!!”

Expecting this, thanks to the crafty Alfred, Andrew “kindly” led the clearly distressed Officer Logan, who was literally holding his tightly-uniformed crotch in a “little-boy-gotta-pee-fashion,” towards Clayton’s en-suite bathroom, who clearly feared peeing his pristine uniform pants and whose total concentration was on simply being able to free his pee-overloaded pecker before he flooded his own proud uniform pants with quarts of steaming cop piss. As pre-arranged, Rafael silently followed the desperate-to-pee officer into Clayton’s luxurious en-suite bathroom whereupon Officer Logan sighed comically and gratefully unzipped to release his pecker with enormous sighs of gratitude just in time before he set forth with strong gushes of voluminous pee, as he gratefully hosed down the entire toilet bowl while comically whistling with relief, letting his strong, muscular arms relax behind him as he gratefully pushed out the final, blissful drops with a last few manly grunts and a final grunt resulting in a loud, embarrassing cop fart had he been aware anyone was in earshot.

Rafael, as strong or stronger than the off-guard homophobic asshole Officer Logan, who had no idea anyone was behind him, suddenly was able to grab the piss-relieved Officer Logan’s dangling hands, grabbing the officer’s own precious firearm while his flaccid prick hung out of his uniform pants, and ordering Officer Logan at gunpoint back into the bound Clayton’s room. Rafael and Andrew then managed to use the cursing Officer Logan’s (whose flaccid prick amusingly still remained hanging out of his proud uniform pants for all to see), own steel handcuffs to cuff his wrists to Clayton’s chinning bar high over the bound officer’s darkly close-cropped head, the duo then removing the motorcycle cop’s boots and socks and then securing the asshole homophobic cop’s bare feet to a spreader bar brought in their extra large gym bag for this very occasion.

Clayton, who was loudly protesting in his bound, blindfolded state, now had his blindfold removed, only for him to shockingly discover, as he thrashed in his bonds, that his presumed uniformed “protector” Officer Logan had not only been disarmed but was himself secured to Clayton’s own chinning bar with the officer’s own handcuffs as the muscular cop hung from the ceiling from Clayton’s chinning bar, unable to come to the bound, arrogant frat boy’s aid. Worse, he realized his captors could do anything they wanted to the studly Officer Logan as well, strip him out of his power-inducing uniform, even, and do God knew what faggy things to him, but better him than me thought the arrogant Clayton. Clayton would gladly throw Officer Logan under the bus now that he had failed to protect him as his powerful Daddy had hired the fucker to do, and which he had utterly failed to do. Daddy would not be happy at this transgression and Clayton intended to see that Officer Logan was fired at the very least.

But worse, Clayton suddenly became aware that all the thrashing, cursing, and wild-eyed defiance on the part of Clayton only succeeded in divesting his naked form of the towel that had covered his midsection altogether, thereby suddenly embarrassingly exposing Clayton’s flaccid-for-now cock and balls under his brownish-blond pubic bush as Clayton screeched and cursed about his new predicament. Clayton was further pissed because both Andrew and Rafael were now laughing and pointing at Clayton’s sudden embarrassing exposure while the masseurs remained fully clothed in their white gym shorts and form-fitting white polo shirts. This could NOT be happening! Clayton began yelling at the top of his lungs, forgetting how soundproofed the mansion was, not to mention the fact that none of his selfish brothers (probably busy jerking off or something!) and certainly not the abused Alfred would come to his aid. He was fucked!!!

Now a wide-eyed, scared shitless Clayton thrashed further in his bonds as Andrew and Rafael approached his naked, bound form, Rafael suddenly tweaking and pinching Clayton’s dirty-blond-hair-haloed nips with his talented fingers as Andrew ever-so-sensuously lightly brushed Clayton’s flaccid prick and heavy pendulous-cum-denied balls.

To Clayton’s abject horror and embarrassment, somehow these light rather innocent contacts with his bound, naked body suddenly caused his traitorous cock to expand and fill with blood, the blue-balled frat stud’s cock lengthening and becoming rock hard in seconds. To his horror, Clayton realized that none of the bitches he ever fucked or fooled around with had EVER made his cock respond like this so quickly and so profoundly. How could this be? These were fucking faggots just barely touching him yet he was responding like a bitch in heat himself! What was going on??

To Officer Logan’s own abject horror, a vengeful Rafael approached the fully-uniformed officer, and pointedly asked him “Hey, Officer Logan, do you like what you see happening to your bud Clayton, the guy you were SUPPOSED to be protecting?” As he questioned, Rafael pointedly massaged the crotch area of Officer Logan’s proud tight motorcycle uniform pants, Officer Logan horrified to feel his own previously flaccid heterosexual twat-tamer suddenly getting painfully rock-hard trapped in his own Calvin Klein boxer briefs. How could this be? All the homophobic officer had in his view was poor Clayton Chancellor, the young man he had been hired to protect, himself being molested by Andrew, although poor Clayton was completely naked while proud Officer Logan still remained fully-clothed in his proud motorcycle cop uniform.

Officer Logan, determined to regain the upper hand, told Rafael “You stupid fuckin’ SPIC! Get your fuckin’ hands off me NOW!! I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW!!! YOU WILL GO TO FUCKIN’ FEDERAL PRISON FOR THIS UNLESS YOU STOP THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!!!!!”

All fell on deaf ears as Rafael responded by producing a scissors which he used to slice right through Officer Logan’s tight uniform shirt and form-fitting regulation white t-shirt, tearing them open and revealing the law enforcement officer’s darkly hairy chest and pointed nips, which he proceeded to tweak and tease as the bound officer moaned and mewled in unbidden lust, his prick expanding ever more in his uniform pants, trapped in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. What was going on???

Worse, Rafael then proceeded to unbuckle proud Officer Logan’s black leather service belt, letting it fall to the floor with his nightstick and extra handcuffs with a loud crash. Next Officer Logan’s tight motorcycle cop uniform pants were pulled down and off his body leaving the formerly fully-clothed authoritative officer left clad in only his tight, sweaty, white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, his traitorous prick rock hard and fully evident. Again, how could this be happening? There were no broads around, only these two fucking faggots!

Officer Logan’s worse fears were realized when Rafael suddenly yanked down Officer Logan’s boxer briefs, his massive boner springing out from his profusely-haired black pubic bush, and cum-churning balls hanging below for all to see. “Goddamnit! You’ll pay for this! I’m completely naked for Christ’s sake! I am a law enforcement officer you Spic asshole!” fumed Officer Logan his cock reaching full bonerhood as he strained in his bonds, sweat pouring from his hairy pits. “Yeah well you’re ‘out of uniform’ right now, asshole, no special privileges for you!” crowed Rafael who reached up to tickle torture the cop’s hairy sweaty pits and tweak his nips causing the naked officer to squirm and squeal in his bonds going “AIEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!! STOP THAT!!!! IT TICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!!!” as Rafael followed up with some hard slaps to the asshole cop’s bare, white, hair-flecked backside leaving red handprints. Again, the slightest touch or stimulation sent waves of erotic chills throughout Officer Logan’s hunky, naked body and he was rock-hard and dripping as the Viagra cocktail slipped into high gear.

The duo therefore took full advantage of their now fully-restrained victims, Rafael going behind the naked, bound Officer Logan and reaching into the depths of his hairy, sweaty pits, scrabbling his fingers maddeningly in the proud law enforcement officer’s hairy recesses as he screeched, squealed and squirmed in his bonds, going “AIEEEE!!!! ARRRRGHHHHHH!!! NOOOO! STOPPPPP!!! NOT MY PITS!!!! NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!”

Meanwhile, Andrew did likewise to poor bound Clayton, reaching into the depths of his hairy, sweaty pits, scrabbling his fingers maddeningly in the arrogant frat brat’s hairy recesses as he also screeched, squealed and squirmed in his bonds, going “AIEEEE!!!! ARRRRGHHHHHH!!! NOOOO! STOPPPPP!!! NOT MY PITS!!!! NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!”

Both Rafael and Andrew were amused by the fact that all the tickle stimulation on both of their victims, combined with their Viagra cocktail, resulted in both of their cum-denied massive boners being totally denied despite all the teasing.

Then, as Clayton struggled in his bonds, Andrew and Rafael proceeded to attack him, using their twenty twitching fingers to tickle and tease the bound fratboy stud, Andrew delving his fingers deep into Clayton’s hopelessly exposed, hairy, sweaty armpits while Rafael tickled the bound stud’s hairy chest, tits, sides and ribs, causing Clayton to scream, curse, and flinch like he had been shocked with electricity, all of this captured by the whirring video camera. “Cut that shit the fuck out!” futilely ordered the bound, struggling fratboy, as Andrew and Rafael really let the arrogant fratboy/rapist have it, relentlessly tickling all of the most sensitive areas of his exposed body, Andrew and Rafael alternately switching from their lithe fingers to feathers, toothbrushes, and ice cubes, driving their captive up the wall, as Clayton’s hairy sweaty armpits, man-tits, sides, ribs and then his cock and hairy bull-balls were all tickled and teased, Rafael insinuating tiny feather fronds all over the sensitive glans of the butch fratboy’s excited cockhead while simultaneously teasing his hairy bull-balls until Chancellor, Jr.’s big cock filled with blood and mounting sex-heat, the naked asshole’s body traitorously responding to the exciting stimulation. Clayton alternately oooed and ahhhed from the pleasant sensation of having his privileged cock stroked, teased and fondled by Rafael’s feathers, and laughed and shrieked and pulled wildly at his bonds, as both dudes tickled the shit out of the embarrassed, stripped fratboy, Clayton shouting at them to “STOPPPP!!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!! AIEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!! HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!! OH MY GOD, NOOOOO, STOPPPPP!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I’LL FUCKIN’ TELL MY DAD!!! ARGHGHHH!!!!!”

Rafael and Andrew then took turns repeatedly teasing the fratboy/rapist’s cock and hairy bull-balls, using feathers and toothbrushes and their own fingers to stroke, tease, fondle, and arouse the hapless fratboy’s throbbing boner, tiny fire-feathers of mounting lust driving the bound hotshot to frustrated distraction, again and again bringing the hot-to-trot dude to the very brink of orgasm, only to back off and laugh as they watched Clayton’s throbbing boner jump with every beat of his racing heart, then slowly subside slightly, only for them to again renew their sensuous, teasing tickle torture of their captive’s aching privates while they simultaneously tickled his heaving, hairy chest, hair-haloed man-tits, and hopelessly exposed, hairy sweaty fratboy-pits.

Andrew and Rafael merely continued their extreme tickle torture of their helpless, deserving victim, relentlessly teasing and tickling every inch of his squirming, squealing body. Andrew insinuated a feather from below Clayton’s hairy, hanging bull-balls, Andrew inhaling their musky, manly ball scent, as he teasingly slowly slid the feather tip sensuously down, down, down the hairy, corded flesh of his gooch behind the macho stud’s manly bull-balls, only to sensuously circle the dude’s hair-haloed virgin asshole, teasingly trailing the feather tip with practiced erotic ease in concentric circles around and around and then over the manly hole, anally teasing the uptight dude’s never-before-stimulated butthole. As Clayton drooled with lust and oooed and ahhhed involuntarily at the incredibly exciting feeling of having his sacrosanct butch hole teased and stimulated against his will, diabolical Rafael teased and excited the captive fratboy’s throbbing boner and hairy bull-balls, making the nut oysters in the horny fratboy/rapist’s cum-churning balls go wild, egged on all the more by his Viagra cocktail, aching to be released from his incredibly pent-up nuts, the hapless pent-up Chancellor baby-makers squirming to blast out of his manly cock with incredible pressure, so great was the horny young fratboy’s maddening sexual tension. Every fiber of the spoiled-brat hotshot desperately sought release, to no avail.

While Rafael teasingly trailed the soft fronds of the tip of one feather right on the tip and pee-hole of the young, bucking hotshot’s big cock and trailed another under his bouncing fratboy bull-balls, Andrew continued to circle the tip of another feather around and around the studly Chancellor, Jr.’s butch shitter, teasing his normally fiercely protected virgin asshole and causing him to involuntarily ooo and ahhh at the unexpected mind-boggling pleasure and arousal this was producing in his manly loins, again augmented by his unwittingly having swallowed his Viagra cocktail. Andrew alternately slowly and teasingly danced the feather from the butch fratboy’s hair-haloed asshole up through the top of his furry crack to let it tease and arouse the sensitive base of the young stud’s spine, sending unbearable chills of erotic stimulation throughout his body, sending erotic thrills up his spine to the base of his pleasure-seeking brain and causing his hair-haloed man-tits to harden into pulsing points of mind-boggling lust, his hot little-man-tits feeling like simmering volcanoes desperate to spew their own molten lava.

Andrew then re-trailed the feather down the drooling fratboy’s furry asscrack, teasingly headed back to do its anal stimulation number, Andrew smiling with sadistic glee as he could actually see the butch rapist’s hole twitching and relaxing in excited anticipation, the hyper-hetero’s hole knowing what it liked, the tiny little pink rosebud button being thrust in little figure 8′s as Clayton’s hole was wantonly begging to be stimulated again, the horny young Chancellor Jr. actually trying to rear and back his shamelessly exposed tiny sacrosanct shithole right onto the approaching feather. Seeing this, Andrew decided to momentarily deny the desperate fratboy his anticipated pleasure, instead withdrawing the feather and reaching up to spread the accessible lower portions of each of the fratboy’s asscheeks as he struggled in his bondage, Andrew widely separating those cheeks to totally expose the horny rapist’s hot-to-trot tiny little hair-haloed asshole, only to blow his hot breath right over, onto and into the hotshot’s butthole, again causing the sexually excited hotshot primary heir to the Chancellor fortune to mewl in unbidden sexual pleasure, while Rafael used two feathers to simultaneously tease the wiseass fratboy’s hairy bull-balls and the tip of his pulsing pecker. Andrew couldn’t resist also opening the palms of his big hands and spanking the deserving cheeks of the fratboy’s ass, leaving hot pink, then fire-engine red handprints on each shocked assglobe, as the pledgemaster Clayton yelped in surprise. Andrew also scratched and pinched those deserving cheeks, yanking out a few stray hairs that grew on the red cheeks to further yelps of astonished pain mixed with the undeniable pleasure he was feeling as a result of Rafael simultaneously teasing his pent-up hairy bull-balls and delicate stimulation of his throbbing cockhead and glans.

Andrew and Rafael then abruptly stopped the teasing feather tickling altogether, only to instead each take a pair of tweezers and approach the confused hunk’s body. Just when Clayton’s brain had registered that the pleasant stimulation of his most intimate areas had suddenly stopped, he became aware of tiny twinges of pain as cold metallic objects approached his manly upraised hairy armpits, hair-haloed man-tits and lush public forest, first tickling these vulnerable, hopelessly exposed and sensitive areas, then individually plucking body hairs out of his bound body, the deserving rapist suddenly yelping as little samples of his hotshot fratboy pubies, pit hairs and other body hairs were plucked off of his body one-by-one. Andrew and Rafael kept this up for several minutes, plucking out individual leg hairs, pubic hairs, hairs off of the writhing stud’s pent-up fratboy balls, hair out of his manly asscrack and hair-haloed virgin butthole, hair from around his man-tits, his sweaty underarms, and off of his hairy chest and six-pack abs, Clayton yelping in surprise each time, especially when Andrew yanked out some hair around his sensitive navel as well, Clayton arching his strong sun-bronzed muscular back in response. Worse, when they weren’t plucking out the body hairs, the cold metallic tweezer ends were tickling the horny young insufferably arrogant Chancellor heir’s most sensitive areas, his fratboy pits, his tits, his sides and ribs, down his legs, inside his hairy thighs, the backs of his knees, all unpredictably and at random, the fratboy unsure where the damn tickling metallic objects were going next. Clayton cursed and threatened to no avail as his deserving hunky fratboy bod was felt up and teased relentlessly by the diabolical duo. Clayton further demanded repeatedly to be granted sexual release per “my Dad’s orders” and loudly threatened that “I WILL HAVE YOUR BALLS FOR THIS!” I HAVEN’T GOTTEN OFF FOR A WEEK!! MY DAD PAID YOU FOR THIS!! WAIT UNTIL HE HEARS ABOUT THIS!! NO MORE TEASING!!! GET ME OFF!! THAT’S AN ORDER!!!!”

Andrew and Rafael ignored the brat’s demands and then turned their attention to the bound Officer Logan who had been forced to watch Clayton’s tickling torment and humiliation, his cock embarrassingly rock hard due to the unbelievable tableaux he had witnessed coupled with his own Viagra cocktail. They approached the young law enforcement officer as his magnificent, denuded body hung before them, awaiting whatever abuse and/or pleasure they cared to inflict upon it.

As the bound Clayton was himself forced to watch, rock-hard, Andrew and Rafael proceeded to sniff each of Officer Logan’s hairy, sweaty armpits, inhaling their sharp, manly odor, and then savoring the musky scent of his lush pubic forest of crotch hairs, his musky, hairy bull balls, and the truly wondrous leather and musk scent of his sweaty jet-black-furred asscrack and hair-haloed virgin asshole where sweat and the leather seat of his motorcycle had combined into a heady, manly aroma. They even sniffed the length of each of his size 12 feet, inhaling the funky odor of his tootsies after being encased in leather knee-boots in the heat. Andrew and Rafael even proceeded to lick the officer’s feet and suck his toes, sliding their tasters over the pink soles of his big, sweaty feet, Officer Logan oooing and ahhing in response,

Andrew and Rafael then proceeded to blow their hot breath all over Officer Logan’s hotshot cop body, little staccato bursts of hot air gusted over his manly sweaty armpits, blowing soft breezes over the sensitive flesh of the young law enforcement officer’s exposed armpits, making the profuse hair sway with their gusts of breath, and causing him to flinch at the sudden unexpected contact and then sigh in contentment. The duo then descended to blow gusts of hot breath over each of his hair-haloed man-tits, their ministrations causing his sensitive tits to harden and form little points of volcanic sexual pleasure, the little gusts causing the tufts of body hair around his tits to swirl, Andrew and Rafael’s hot lips and tongues coming within a millimeter of contact with those red-hot tits.

Andrew and Rafael then descended further down the awesome length of their muscular, homophobic captive cop’s bound body, less than inch away from its musky, salty surface, teasing every inch of the conceited cop’s sensitive skin with their hot gusts of air. Andrew blew little hot gusts into Officer Logan’s sexy, hair-haloed navel and all over his laddered, six-pack abdominals, teasing the glistening tan surface of his powerful abs and making the dude arch his back in rising sex-heat, his big cop fuckstick throbbing with desire and itself swaying sexily, the big cock jerking in response to the delicate arousal of every inch of his crawling skin, Officer Logan sighing in astonished intense arousal, two big drips of mansweat escaping from the depths of his upraised, manly, hairy armpits and slowly dripping down, down, his muscular sun-bronzed sides and into his luxuriant pubes, where the sweat drips combined with those already accumulated in the moist tropical rainforest of Officer Logan’s he-man crotch. “Aaaaaahhhh, yeahhhhhhh!!!!! sighed the sexually aroused young law enforcement officer, so in need of release that he found himself, to his abject hetero horror, actually ecstatically anticipating the duo going lower, down towards his big throbbing fuckstick to hopefully slide their faggot lips over the macho cop’s aching fuckprong and give it the attention it increasingly desired and needed.

To Officer Logan’s shock, however, the duo deliberately did not envelop his hot-to-trot cock, but merely continued to blow their hot breath about a millimeter from his throbbing fuckstick, the teasing warm gusts of air causing the young stud’s cop prick to jump and bounce in response, the tiny gusts teasing the very glans, tip and pee hole of his expanding, swelling member until its blood-engorgement was utterly complete and profound, reaching rock-hard, painful intensity, a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening at the very tip of the frustrated dude’s horny, pulsating prick. While Andrew blew his hot breath on Officer Logan’s hairy crotch, Rafael went behind the captive cop to first blow his hot breath all over the circumference of each of his lightly-jet-black-hair-flecked assglobes, causing a crop of sexually-charged goosebumps to appear on the sensitive skin of the hotshot cop’s ass, only for Rafael to spread those manly asscheeks and expose the deeply-furred, musky depths of the bound young law enforcement officer’s asscrack and hair-holed virgin asshole.

Rafael proceeded to blow hot gusts of air into Officer Logan’s furry asscrack and over his hair-haloed, virgin asshole, the hot gusts making incredibly erotic contact with the pink button of the horny law enforcement officer’s most private and heavily guarded orifice, causing the stalwart young cop to sigh and groan with lust, while Andrew blew gusts of his own hot breath all over his studly crotch, the combined effect making his cock jump and twitch and ooze pre-cum as it swayed rock-hard in frustration, Officer Logan’s intense sexual tension building to an unbearable degree.

Andrew and Rafael completed their teasing arousal of the captive cop’s hunky body by blowing their breath over the whorls of jet black leg hair on each of his magnificent, sun-bronzed muscular legs, parting the hairs with their breath and causing more erotic goosebumps all over the bound stud’s body, only to proceed to blow their breath all over the tops and bottoms of his cute, sexy feet, between his toes and over the soles and heels of his jumpy tootsies, driving him wild and making his hard cock jump all the more.

To Officer Logan’s horror, the duo then approached captive cop with their tapering feathers, Andrew insinuating each of two feathers into each of Officer Logan’s hopelessly exposed, hairy, dripping armpits, gliding the feathers with devastating effect deep into the depths of each of the cop’s hairy pits, while Rafael suddenly trailed his two feathers over the dude’s hair-haloed man-tits, then raked them down his suntanned sides and ribs, causing the shocked Officer Logan to gasp and yell “HEY CUT THAT THE FUCK OUT HEH HEH HEH, CUT IT OUT I SAID, GODDAMIT!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!!! AIEEEEEEE!!!! STOPPPP!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!!!! C’MON, LET ME GOOOOO!!!! HEH HEH HEH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!!! AIEEEE!!!! NO!!! STOPPPPP!!!! NO MORE!!!!! HELPPPPPPP!!!!!!”

Andrew and Rafael said nothing in response to Officer Logan’s comical outburst, and merely intensified their tickle torture, using their feathers to tease his hair-haloed man-tits, causing them to rise up like little cocks, hot blood coursing through the bound cop’s muscular sexually tense body and gathering with erotic intensity right at the tips of his sensitive man-tits, electric currents of rising lust firing through his pent-up body and shooting down from his tits to his manly cock and hairy bull-balls. While Andrew teased his tits, Rafael was simultaneously teasing the bound young law enforcement officer’s sides and ribs and then over the moist tropical rainforest of the hunky stud’s luxuriant jet-black sweaty pubes, teasing the feathers over the line of demarcation between his luxuriant pubes and the flat, suntanned lower portion of the bound cop’s laddered abdominals, causing Officer Logan to gasp in erotic torment at the sudden unexpected contact on one of his most sensitive areas, then sliding one feather over and into the wiry thatch of manly pubic hair, parting the sex hair with the feather to tease the bound stud. Rafael also used another feather to tease the very tip of the captive cop’s erect cock using each frond of the maddening feather-tip to wickedly tease the glans and cock head of the young law enforcement officer’s rampant boner until he was squealing with lust and again demanding to be freed to no avail, as Rafael alternately slid one feather over the cop’s swinging bull-balls, savoring their musky aroma, as Rafael deliberately over-stimulated the captive cop’s hairy, swinging bull-balls, causing his squirming nut-oysters to gyrate inside his manly, hairy nutsacs and causing his big cop-cock to pulsate and grow even harder and more aching with the desire to free his baby-making nut oysters from their red-hot confinement deep in the ballsy stud’s blue balls.

Meanwhile, Andrew approached the struggling, naked young law enforcement officer from behind, relishing the salty, musky body odor of the excited lawman’s body as he stood very close to the suspended cop’s broad, smooth, suntanned back and used his feathers, toothbrushes and his ten twitching, educated fingers to delve into Officer Logan’s, hairy, sweaty armpits, along his muscular back and spine, as well as madly diving into the bound cop’s exposed, vulnerable sides and ribs, driving the captive cop up the wall with tickle torture and forced sexual arousal, while Rafael continued to tease the dude’s cock and balls with feathers, causing Officer Logan to moan, mewl, squeal and beg as the tickle torture drove him into a total tickle frenzy, desperately aroused and dying to cum.

Andrew then delved one feather down the furry crack of the naked lawman’s humpy, hair-flecked ass while lightly caressed the firm, alabaster-white globes of his manly cop ass, giving the proud young officer more goosebumps over the circumference of those firm, manly globes, and causing him to sigh and shudder with sexual desire, Officer Logan then oooing and ahhing as the feather was trailed down the length of Officer Logan’s furry asscrack, only to teasingly circle the pink, hair-haloed virgin asshole of the pent-up young law enforcement officer, circling around and around the cop’s virgin shitter while Rafael twirled his feathers around and around the stud’s peehole, glans and cockhead and tickled his hairy bull-balls, until Officer Logan was losing his mind, out of his fuckin’ mind with unsatisfied lust, unconsciously grinding his manly buttcheeks back onto the feather, sucking the tip of the feather into his butch hole, then desperately thrusting his cockhead and glans onto Rafael’s teasing feather while enjoying the pleasurable feel of the other feather teasing his pent-up hairy bull-balls, teasing each drawn-up nutsac and leaving his cum churning volcanically within the lawman’s big balls, so close and yet so far.

Having well and truly over-stimulated and teased and denied their deserving prey, the duo then proceeded to exact retribution for the young racist homophobic Mr. Chancellor Jr.’s rape of Rafael’s cousin Manuela and for homophobic Officer Logan’s mistreatment of them.

To that end, the proud, homophobic and deliriously horny young Mr. Chancellor, Jr. suddenly found himself confronted, at the point of Officer Logan’s confiscated gun held by Andrew, with Rafael’s vengefully-erect massive uncut Hispanic cock being forced right over the bound fratboy’s resisting lips. Only when Andrew placed Officer Logan’s loaded police .38 special onto the young Mr. Chancellor’s precious balls and threatened to shoot them off did Clayton reluctantly and with great disgust be forced to suck the dreaded Hispanic’s massive uncut fuckstick, and was further forced to suck and lick Rafael’s hairy Hispanic hole. Rafael then viciously fucked the flabbergasted Clayton’s mouth, the sheer retribution alone causing Rafael to quickly blast a massive load of cum into Clayton’s horrified mouth scooping up remnants and forcing a horrified racist Clayton to lick up every profuse drop of his Hispanic cum, Rafael crowing “OH YEAHHH!!! TAKE IT YOU FUCKIN’ HOMOPHOBIC RACIST ASSHOLE!!! EAT MY FUCKIN’ GAY HISPANIC CUMLOAD, OHHHH YEAHHHHH!!!!”

But of course Rafael was even more fired up and ready for a second round by forcing his still hard, massive Hispanic dick right up Clayton’s tiny sacrosanct hair-haloed asshole, Rafael violently shoving his massive dick right up Clayton’s virgin hole splitting him in two and literally “cutting him a new asshole” as the rapist Clayton had done to Rafael’s cousin Manuela, viciously pumping his massive member in and out of Clayton’s formerly virgin hole as Clayton screamed “ARGGHHHHHH!!!! OOWWWWWWW!!! YOU’RE KILLING ME NOOOOOOOOOO!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!!!! OHHH NOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

After several minutes of Clayton’s deserving and extra-rough rape, Rafael withdrew his massive dick from Clayton’s now gaping-wide ruined asshole and proceeded to shoot a massive second load into Clayton’s horrified face, eyes and hair, going “Now maybe you have an idea of what you put my poor cousin Manuela through!”

Before the horrified Clayton could even respond, he was shocked when Andrew pointed Officer Logan’s gun at Clayton’s face and proceeded to force Clayton to suck Andrew off, Andrew also cumming all over Clayton’s horrified and disgusted face.

Then, the duo temporarily released the horny Officer Logan at the gunpoint of his own gun, and, further prodded by threatening to shove his own massive nightstick up his own virgin ass if he failed to cooperate, and who had been forced to witness all of the above, his Viagra augmented rock hard cock embarrassingly remaining so throughout, re-handcuffed the cop’s wrists behind his back while ordering him to go over to the bound Clayton whereupon the duo ordered Clayton at gunpoint to suck Officer Logan’s own massive cock, Officer Logan kind of getting into the rape of Clayton’s rich-dude mouth as egged on by the duo’s rough spanking of the officer’s humpy bare ass, until Officer Logan blasted his own huge load of pent-up cop cum into Clayton’s horrified mouth and face as well as all over his chest, the duo forcing the stuck-up asshole to lap up every drop of the cop’s huge cumload.

Then as a final stroke of fun, the duo forced Officer Logan at gunpoint with his wrists still handcuffed behind him with his own handcuffs, to repeatedly suck off and bring the demanding Clayton to near orgasm, forced to edge him again, again, and again under threat of having the cop’s own balls shot off with his own .38, the gun butt against the cop’s own precious balls all the while, as Clayton repeatedly abjectly begged on cam to cum, and then, when Clayton was finally forced to a massive ejaculation of pent-up Chancellor baby-makers which sprayed all over Officer Logan, Clayton’s chest, face and hair, Officer Logan and Clayton were forced at gunpoint to kiss and tongue each other, exchanging Clayton’s massive cum blast remnants again all caught on cam.

As Clayton and Officer Logan panted in disgust at their forced humiliation, Andrew and Rafael informed them that all had been taped, that they had extracted the e-mail addresses of each of their male and female contacts from each of their cell phones and that if either one complained either to “Daddy” the police or any other authority that all of their contacts would immediately be sent copies of their homosexual conduct which could easily be altered to remove any hint of coercion, which would ruin each of their supposedly sacrosanct heterosexual lifestyles. Although the bound Clayton raised the subject of his Dad’s money or his own inheritance trust fund paying to obtain all copies of the humiliation, for once Clayton was shocked to learn that his tormentors could not be bought off!

Clayton and Officer Logan were left as they were, Clayton still bound to the massage table and Officer Logan bound with his own handcuffs behind his back, remnants of Clayton’s cum still dripping from his lips. Clayton and Officer Logan made a pact never to speak of what happened, each living in fear of having their humiliating video sent to their oh-so-important contacts. “They would think we were FAGS!! We would be RUINED!!!” they decided.

To both of their shock, none other than Alfred later appeared. To Officer Logan’s relief he was freed of his handcuffs and allowed to retrieve his uniform and stalk off as a smirking Alfred watched, whereupon, to the still bound Clayton’s horror, 60-year-old Alfred suddenly whipped out his own raging boner and ordered the dumbfounded spoiled brat Clayton to “SUCK IT YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE!!!!” a flabbergasted Clayton being forced to suck off his mistreated manservant until Alfred blasted his load all over Clayton’s shocked face and was forced to eat his father’s manservant’s cum. Clayton had no idea the “old fart faggot” could still “cut the mustard” but had the evidence to the contrary all over his arrogant face.

Again under threat of having it all released to Clayton’s all important admirers and contacts, Clayton found himself literally “by the balls” by Andrew, Rafael, and now Alfred!!! He could not dare report any of this to anyone, let alone his Dad, and none of them would take payoffs!! Clayton had been well and truly literally fucked and deservedly so.

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Meanwhile, as Andrew and Rafael were set to leave, cocky elite prep school senior 19-year-old Tyler Chancellor appeared at the estate in his sweaty red and blue tight wrestling singlet from a successful wrestling match, accompanied by his elite prep school wrestling coach, Coach Mario Romano, 35, clad in coach shorts and form-fitting black and white striped referee tee shirt, with the trademark whistle around his bull-like neck, along with a darkly-handsome, nattily-dressed suit-and tie clad Headmaster Chad Jamison, 36.

Cocky and sweaty son Tyler Chancellor confronted Andrew and Rafael, saying how “his Dad” said they were supposedly pretty strong and that from what he could see his Dad was right as usual, eyeing the duo’s obvious musculature. Still high from his successful wrestling match, Tyler challenged Andrew and Rafael to a wrestling match in the estate’s own private gym, saying “you guys don’t look so tough- whattaya say we have our own wrestling match, me against you two losers and Coach Romano refereeing and Headmaster Jamison observing? You two got the fuckin’ balls to that challenge or not, eh?”

Rafael easily warmed to the challenge, saying “OK, sure, but what are the stakes? Do you two losers have the balls to ante up? Losers owe $500 to the winners and maybe, er, more?”

“Yeah sure, OK, if you poor-ass fuckers can come up with the money when we wipe the mat with you bare asses! crowed Tyler, as Coach Romano and Headmaster Jamison laughed out loud as well, all of them mistakenly thinking that the “and more” meant more money, instead of, well, other things.

Tyler could further not help recounting for Andrew and Rafael’s benefit about how his own Dad, Sebastian Chancellor III while in college had notoriously fought dirty and stripped the singlet and then even the jockstrap right off of his rival college wrestler for all to see on Internet, throwing the match in his father’s favor by trickery and that his father had showed him how to do it, Tyler bragging that he himself had done the same in matches himself (to Coach Romano’s and Headmaster Jamison’s own knowing and approving guffaws) so that he was sure that he could easily wrestle the duo out of their skimpy gym shorts and polo shirts, so to be forewarned.

Coach Romano further warned that “Are you sure you fuckers are up for this? Have you dudes ever wrestled before? Tyler is my best athlete, like all Chancellors are, Mr. Chancellor, Clayton and P.J. too, and, after all I am the fucking Coach of the entire wrestling team! Maybe Tyler’s a bit over-confident challenging you two losers to a tag-team event, two against one so to speak but I’m sure he can whip the pants off of both of you losers, and if you two get out of line, I, as referee and Coach, some 10 years your senior, not to mention Headmaster Jamison here, the authoritative headmaster of the entire high school, hold all the power here, and I will not hesitate to jump in where necessary to make this a, er-um, fair match. I expect you to stop at the slightest blow of my whistle! And Headmaster Jamison will not put up with any shit as well,” as Headmaster Jamison beamed his approval.

Headmaster Jamison settled himself into a ring-side seat of the boxing-ring type set-up with its four-sided rope-ring enclosure in the estate gym spreading his own athletic thighs wide in his tight-fitting spiffy suit pants and form-fitting designer shirt and tie, eagerly anticipating watching his school’s star wrestler beat the shit out of these 2 faggoty masseurs, absent-mindedly adjusting his privates in his tight boxer briefs as he pridefully anticipated the less-than-manly in his eyes duo that had the audacity to challenge one of his star athletes get their well-deserved comeuppance. Perhaps Tyler would actually succeed in literally beating the pants off of ’em mused the studly Headmaster, expecting he would likely succeed.

Headmaster Jamison prided himself on his own gym-toned body which he felt set an example for the school’s well-known and admired athletics program headed by his good friend and colleague, studly Coach Romano, and the married Headmaster felt that his form-fitting suits and shirts emphasized his own buff musculature to be admired by his students, female and male, and for his male students to aspire to emulate. Buff Headmaster Jamison was even known to occasionally serve as an adjunct Coach himself when Coach Romano’s younger Assistant Coach Harrison was unable to do so, Jamison even willing to honor the school’s star athletes when he filled in as Assistant Coach by gamely showering completely bareass with them, taking pride in stripping out of his sweaty coach shorts, tee shirt and jock, proudly revealing his own buff body although only to a VERY few of the creme-de-la-creme athletes (not to an entire zit-faced PE class or anything) and slapping their own privileged bare asses for a job well done, a privileged honor in the eyes of his star athletes, many of whom were secretly pleased to have had the privilege of seeing the normally nattily-attired, studly suit-and-tie-clad Headmaster coaching them and then gamely appearing stark naked in all his glory before them, a true honor.

Upping the stakes, Rafael noted that historically, Greek and Roman wrestlers wrestled naked and oiled. Shocked, Coach Romano confirmed that this was true but that while oil was permissible that certainly there would be no nudity (unless Tyler succeeded in stripping the two loser homos as trained by Coach and Mr. Chancellor, and as eagerly anticipated by Headmaster Jamison, although this latter thought went, of course, unspoken).

Coach Romano went so far as to allow his star wrestler Tyler Chancellor and the duo of Rafael and Andrew to oil themselves up under Coach Romano’s supervision.

Right off the bat, Tyler, intent on dirty-wrestling Chancellor-style, grabbed at Rafael’s sides and shoulders, whereupon Rafael grinned and honed straight in on his real goal. Instead of going for a quick pin or attacking any vital body regions, Rafael first went for one of the few areas Tyler wasn’t defending.

Reaching a hand out, Rafael tweaked one of Tyler’s open, exposed nipples.

“A-ah! What the fuck-!” Tyler said, as Rafael squeezed the thing.

“Problem, Tyler?” Rafael smirked.

“That’s fighting dirty!” Tyler said in a growl. He tried to recollect himself and get a hold on Rafael. As he went to grip the bastard again though, Rafael just tweaked his other nipple, ruining his concentration. The shoulder straps on his singlet weren’t wide enough to cover the things, so they were sitting there completely open to attack. “Ow!”

“A real wrestler uses every move he’s got,” Rafael said. He grabbed at the nubs of flesh, pinching and pulling at them.

“Asshole! This definitely isn’t in the wrestling handbook! Get the fuck off my tits!” Tyler said, trying to swat Rafael’s hands away. There are some things you just don’t DO in wrestling, and nipple-tweaking was near the top of the list.

Rafael smirked. Perfect. In Tyler’s distraction, he’d left himself wide open. With a sudden charge, he caught the guy by his midsection. Then, with a grunt from both jocks, he slammed Tyler to the mat.

“Unf . . . shit . . . ” Tyler grimaced, trying to fight the surprisingly strong Rafael off. Rafael had a solid lock on him though, and he was using his weight to his advantage. And now Tyler’s nipples were embarrassingly, and distractingly, hard. He flexed in the guy’s grip, their chests and crotches rubbing against each other.

Worse, Rafael was able to slide the straps of the slippery-oiled Tyler’s singlet off his burly shoulders altogether, wrenching the singlet down and right off Tyler’s hunky body!

As Coach Romano and Headmaster Jamison looked on in horror, Tyler was suddenly left clad only in his oil-soaked jockstrap that was suddenly the sole bit of fabric protecting his modesty. Worse, the condition of Tyler’s jock clearly revealed the fact that the stud was already sporting a raging hard-on from the grinding of Rafael and his crotches against each other and from his humiliation at nearly suffering a fate that his own father and himself had so successfully used on opponents.

Just when Coach Romano was about to jump into the now oil-soaked, slippery ring, at a sign from the son of his employer and one of the heirs to the vast Chancellor fortune, Tyler indicated that he was “on top” of all of this, and, with a manly grunt, managed to first wriggle Rafael out of his white, form-fitting Polo shirt and then his white gym shorts, leaving Rafael himself clad only in his own oil-soaked white bikini briefs, which further clearly revealed Rafael’s own rampant state of arousal as painfully confined therein.

Both Coach Romano and Headmaster Jamison let out catcalls and yells of encouragement to Tyler, however they were soon further horrified when Rafael got the better of the wrestling match and Tyler was suddenly and humiliatingly confronted with Rafael’s oil-soaked crotch and asshole areas in his face and then one of Rafael’s hairy balls slipped into Tyler’s mouth as Rafael massaged Tyler’s crotch making the edges of Tyler’s over-filled jockstrap dislodge as Rafael began licking and sucking the Chancellor nutsac so far unseen by Coach Romano and Headmaster Jamison. But to the horror of both Coach Romano and Headmaster Jamison, Rafael was observed to be shamelessly licking Tyler’s hairy sweaty pits.

To Coach Romano and Headmaster Jamison’s further horror, Rafael suddenly ripped Tyler’s oil-soaked jockstrap off altogether leaving the second heir-apparent (or errant-apparent) to the Chancellor Fortune suddenly balls-ass naked on the mat just as Mr. Chancellor and Coach Romano had trained Tyler to do to other wrestlers, but this time it had all back-fired to their collective horror. What would the all-powerful Mr. Chancellor say to this!!??

As the now totally naked Tyler protested and spluttered, Rafael succeeded in using Tyler’s own jockstrap to bind Tyler’s muscular arms over his head to the boxing ring ropes. Too late, Coach Romano pounced into the ring blowing his whistle madly, hypocritically protesting this “improper, illegal wrestling!” whereupon he found himself suddenly slipping in the oily ring, falling on his coach-shorted ass, his authoritative whistle flying off his body, as both Rafael and now Andrew pounced on Coach Romano, caught off guard, who suddenly found his spiffy black-and-white referee shirt stripped off of him, revealing the hunky coach’s hairy, heaving chest, and then his own coach’s shorts and then his own jock were easily stripped off of him leaving him oil-soaked and bareass naked in the ring as well!

As Coach Romano’s humiliation continued, Headmaster Jamison heroically attempted first to loudly and authoritatively demand that Rafael and Andrew “cease and desist” from outside the ring, but as even Coach Romano was increasingly humiliated by the “goddamned faggot duo” Headmaster Jamison felt it was his duty to intervene, but when he, too, set foot onto the oil-slickened wrestling/boxing mat, he found himself falling flat onto his tight-fitting spiffy suit pants, his designer suit and tie also being ruined by the splattering oil. The much stronger and determined duo of Rafael and Andrew soon had the proud Headmaster Jamison divested of all of his spiffy clothing as well, leaving the oily naked bodies of Tyler Chancellor, Coach Romano and Headmaster Jamison all totally bareassed naked on the mat of the Chancellor Estate’s boxing/wrestling ring.

Rafael and Andrew had duly recorded all of the above as usual and, after confiscating their respective cellphones as with Clayton and the cop, made it known to all three that all of their contacts would immediately be sent copies of their homosexual conduct which could easily be altered to remove any hint of coercion, which would ruin each of their supposedly sacrosanct heterosexual lifestyles.

To the trio’s abject horror, they all realized that Rafael and Andrew literally had them by the balls, and that they could never report any of this to Mr. Chancellor or the police.

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A few days later, the pompous, arrogant, Mr. Chancellor himself, blissfully unaware of what had happed to his eldest son and heir Clayton Chancellor and which he would never learn of given Andrew’s and Rafael’s (and Alfred’s) blackmail, and similarly out of the loop as to what had happened to his middle son Tyler Chancellor, authoritatively stated to his youngest son, P.J. in the presence of Andrew and Rafael:

“P.J., if I’ve told you once I’ve told you 100 times that you must cut that long blond surfer boy hair,” intoned the suit and tie-clad Sebastian Chancellor III, as he sat in his home office with P.J. and Andrew and Rafael. “You are 18 now and of legal age but as your father I still insist that you cut that unmanly long blond hair yet you continue to defy me. As such, I have instructed my personal trainers/masseurs to discipline you for this. I warn you that you must either cut your hair or take your discipline like a man. Which will it be?”

“Fuck you, asshole! I’m not cutting it! Do what you will but you’ll be sorry!” replied P.J.

At an imperious signal from Mr. Chancellor, as if the Hispanic personal trainer/masseur was some lowly servant of his, Rafael Morales was instructed by the powerful industrial magnate to take a flailing P.J. over his knee, yanking down his blue jeans and white Calvin Klein briefs around his ankles, P.J.’s cock with his severely trimmed pubes in the modern fashion trapped between Rafael’s dark, muscular hairy thighs.

As Sebastian Chancellor III avidly looked on and smiled with sadistic satisfaction, Rafael’s strong brown hand laid blow after blow onto his 18-year-old youngest son P.J’s upturned bare white ass which was in complete contrast to the rest of his deeply suntanned surfer body, his longish blond surfer hair flying wildly as he struggled on Rafael’s gym-shorted lap, his bare ass turning bright red with each succeeding blow. Mr. Chancellor himself raised his open-palmed hand to join in the (in his eyes) deserved spanking discipline. To both Rafael’s but especially to straight boy P.J.’s embarrassment, P.J.’s cock began to get hard between Rafael’s darkly hairy, muscular thighs and his cock managed to also worm its way underneath the rim of Rafael’s white gym shorts where it lodged right up against the thin white cotton of Rafael’s own bulging bikini briefs underneath, whereupon after a few more stinging blows, P.J. groaned and said “Oh nooooo, I think I’m gonnna oh no CUMMMMM!!!!” whereupon he did so all over Rafael’s hairy thighs and all over his white bikini briefs underneath his gym shorts.

“P.J. what is the matter with you!? Look! you ejaculated precious Chancellor sperm on Rafael! Just from being spanked??? Well, as a further punishment, young man, you must lick that all up this instant! Go ahead! Do it!” commanded the imperious Sebastian Chancellor III.

Poor P.J., abjectly embarrassed, was forced to do so as his father ordered, Chancellor ordering the 18-year-old to further yank down Rafael’s gym shorts to lick his own cum off of Rafael’s bulging bikini briefs as well, bringing P.J. to tears as he licked up his own slimy mess only too aware of the musky scents and bulging boner in Rafael’s tiny undershorts.

With a look at Andrew, Rafael and Andrew suddenly sprang into action saying “Mr. Chancellor, you have only yourself to blame for spoiling P.J. with that Ferrari. And he’s 18 now so you have no business ordering him to cut his hair! YOU’RE the one who deserves to be punished!” whereupon the now only bikini brief-clad Rafael grabbed CEO Chancellor over his knee and he and Andrew proceeded to rip-strip the powerful industrial titan right out of his fancy bespoke suit pants, all in front of an admiring P.J., Rafael then ripping the seams of the suit pants and totally exposing the older man’s Calvin Klein boxer briefs which were also ripped to shreds, as P.J.’s dad was caught with his fancy suit pants down as he scissored his bare, hairy legs wildly to get away, only succeeding in trapping his feet in his own trousers and remnants of his boxer briefs, leaving the brash executive’s upturned bare, hairy ass on view for all to see as Rafael began to spank HIS fuckin’ ass with a vengeance leaving bright red handprint marks on each of Mr. Chancellor’s burning hair-flecked ass cheeks, the older man mortified to robbed of his paternal authority and humiliated in front of his own youngest son. Worse, Alfred then entered the room on some pretext only to say “Give it to him good, Rafael!” to Mr. Chancellor’s further mortification at having his semi-furry bareass spanking performed in front of his hired manservant as well! Rafael, Andrew, P.J. and Alfred then each took turns giving fierce slaps to the industrial magnate’s burning backside as Rafael held him in place over his lap, Rafael commenting on how Chancellor was now sporting a huge boner pressing against Rafael’s own swollen bulge and again trapped between Rafael’s hairy, muscular thighs. But Rafael was careful not to let the hotshot billionaire have the pleasure of getting his rocks off just yet.

Rafael, assisted by Andrew, then hauled Chancellor to his feet with the remnants of his fancy pants and undies fallen around his ankles, Chancellor’s hard-on now jutting out obscenely at a 90-degree angle in all their views to catcalls and whistles from all, to Chancellor’s abject humiliation, whereupon Chancellor was hauled over to the surface of his gleamingly-polished-by-Alfred own home office desk on his back whereupon all 4 of his captors grabbed numerous of Chancellor’s spare silk neckties, using them to spreadeagle the powerful industrial magnate and bind his ankles and wrists to the 4 feet of the desk. All 4 then proceeded to rip Chancellor’s designer shirt right off his body, exposing his heaving hairy chest and sweaty armpits, and leaving him bound and embarrassingly clad only in his calf-length business socks.

The quartet then proceeded to tickle torture the shit out of Chancellor, Alfred and P.J. getting his pits, nips, and feet while Rafael and Andrew tickled the bound industrial magnate’s jutting cock, balls and asshole with their bare hands, feathers, and toothbrushes as Chancellor thrashed in his silk tie bonds forcing his just-spanked burning ass to friction against the surface of the desk causing him a mixture of pleasure and pain, Chancellor going “AIEEEE!!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!! STOPPPPPPPPP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!” as P.J’s dad lost it, the tickling driving him out of his mind, to his abject humiliation.

The foursome then tied each of Chancellor’s hunky, hairy sun-bronzed legs together, tying his big toes to each other as well and then began to simultaneously trail two feathers against the soles of each of Chancellor’s sweaty, smelly size 12 feet, alternately teasing tickling them, then scratching and prodding them with toothpicks or a toothbrush, only to then renew the feather torture. Rafael also alternated by licking and sucking each of Chancellor’s helplessly exposed feet, sucking each of his toes like little cocks and sliding his taster all down the sole, arch and heels of Chancellor’s magnificent feet.

Chancellor became a basket case at this point, screeching, screaming, thrashing and cursing to no avail, begging them to stop. “NOOOOO!!! STOPPPPP!!! NOT FOUR AT ONCE!!!! NO, NOT MY FEET, PLEASE NOT MY FEET, TOO! OH MY GODDDD!!! NOOOO, NOT MY RIBS, PITS, TITS, AND FEET AT THE SAME TIME!!! NO!!! STOPP!! PUH-LEEZE!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!! NO! STOP!!! C’MON!!!! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEEHEHEHEHEEEEEE-AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! STOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!

Rafael and Andrew nevertheless kept up the tickle torture at full speed despite Chancellor’s amusing antics. Chancellor was covered in sweat, looked utterly disoriented and defeated, as all of his erogenous zones were delved into against his will, his ultrasensitive skin crawling all the while, with his arrogant CEO boner in a perpetual state of rock-hard horniness.

The foursome then laughed as Rafael used the famous slim-but-powerful silver vibrator no wider than a human finger to tease and buzz through the bound arrogant CEO’s hairy asscrack and tickle his tight butch, hair-haloed rosebud of an asshole or to tease his incredibly sensitive nips through his hairy chest and armpits, or to buzz his cum-churning balls and perineum, and then, using Rafael and Andrew’s lips and tongues on all those sensitive places, to the point where now Mr. Sebastian Chancellor III was well and truly ready to explode his own pent-up load as P.J. laughed and looked on in anticipation of his butch dad blowing his studly load of pent-up baby batter against his will in front of P.J., Rafael, Andrew and Alfred.

Rafael and Andrew heightened the otherwise out-of-it horndog Mr. Chancellor’s embarrassing public excitement asking “does that feel good, sir?” and “you like it when we play with your ass don’t you, sir?” to which the bound CEO once again answered in all four of their presences and on video once again in pathetically comically loud affirmatives “OH YESSSSS!!!!” ” I DOOOOOOO!!!! OH MORE !!! PLEASE MORE!!!!!!!!!! IT FEELS SO FUCKIN’ GOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!!” as the bound executive comically continued to thrust his hips wildly seeking friction against his cum-denied cock and balls.

All of these pleasurable stimulations eventually sent the denuded Mr. Sebastian Fucking Chancellor III right over the fucking edge once again, as his massive dick suddenly exploded all over his heaving, hairy chest. As the foursome laughed out loud, Rafael forced the proud arrogant CEO to lick his own executive cum off of his fingers.

As Mr. Chancellor eventually composed himself as he was freed from his silk-tie bondage he attempted to re-assert his authority by commanding- “Next Tuesday- my office- our next session- understood- that’s an ORDER!”

“Yes, Sir as scheduled,” replied Rafael to the foursome’s eruption of laughter, and to the proud arrogant still-cum-drenched Sebastian Chancellor III’s sheepish acquiescence.

THE END

Richard

The grunts suffer through their first test administered by eager experimenters.

Bravo 7 – Chapter 2: Exploited
by Derat
Series: Bravo 7

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Ron Fischers’ son Joe is always getting himself into trouble. In this episode, he earns another spanking from his father from coming home way past curfew.

Brothers – Part 8
by Graham
Series: Brothers by […]

Seth receives his contract from “The Farm” as well as a series of videos detailing the harsh treatments he can expect to endure as their slave. Again, not a story for everyone!

The Crucifixion of Seth Logan […]

A straight dude is invited over by his friend for a tickle torture game where the cards are literally stacked against him in this older story from Jack’s Male Tickling Rack.
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Tickled Yuppie
by Christopher Rosalie/Christopher Trevor

My name is Peter Berg. Christopher is one of my closest and kinkiest friends in the world. We’ve known each other for a lot of years but recently we got to know each other a little better. We’re both twenty six years old. I have light brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty muscular body from working out pretty regularly at the gym. I’m five feet ten inches tall. Christopher is slightly shorter than me. He has dark brown hair and dark brown sad looking eyes. His body is pretty lean from all the hours he spends on the exercise bike he owns. When Christopher called me at my office during the day and invited me over (after work) for some T.T. I had no idea what he was talking about. But because I was extremely curious I decided to accept the invitation. I arrived at Christopher’s apartment wearing a navy blue business suit, white shirt, a yellow silk paisley tie, and black wing tip shoes. Christopher greeted me at the door. He was wearing a pair of black shorts, a white tee shirt, and sneakers with no socks. He ushered me into the apartment and we sat down on the living room couch. Christopher handed me a cold beer and opened one for himself also. We both took a long swallow of our beers and then I put my beer down on the coffee table, removed my suit jacket, loosened my tie, and leaned back on the couch. I crossed one leg on my knee and looked at Christopher.

“Okay Friend.” I began. “You invited me over here for some T.T. and wouldn’t tell me on the phone what T.T. is. Now tell me, what is T.T.?”

Christopher smiled and put his beer on the coffee table next to mine. He placed a hand on my ankle and moved his hand under my pants leg, toying with my sock. He looked into my eyes and said “tickle torture.” My eyes lit up and I laughed.

“Tickle torture?” I asked him. “You’re going to tickle torture me?”

“Or maybe you’ll tickle torture me.” Christopher replied.

My curiosity was more than piqued.

“Okay, I’m game, but how do we decide who gets tickle tortured?” I asked Christopher anxiously.

Christopher moved his hand over my wing tip and toyed with the laces, tugging on them. He thought for a moment and then said “We’ll make it a game. The loser of the game gets tied up and tickled.” Now it was my turn to think it over. Tied up??? I had never been tied up in my whole life and didn’t plan to start now. But still, there was the possibility I would win the game and get to tie up Christopher. Now that sounded like fun. I finally agreed and asked what kind of game we would play to decide who would get tickle tortured. At that, Christopher took his hand off my wing tip, reached under the couch, and produced a deck of playing cards. He shuffled them and put them on the coffee table face down.

“Okay.” Christopher said as he was about to explain. “We each take one card out of the deck. The person with the lower value card gets tickle tortured.”

“That’s the game?” I asked in shock.

“Yup. Nice, easy, and quick huh?” Christopher teased. “I can’t wait to get started tickle torturing you, Friend.”

I put my foot down on the floor, and feeling pretty confident reached into the deck of cards and pulled out a card. Christopher did the same thing. We looked at our cards and then looked at each other expectantly.

“Let’s do it together.” Christopher instructed.

I nodded in agreement and we placed our cards on the coffee table face up. Christopher’s card was an ace of hearts. My card was a king of diamonds.

“Wow.” I said dejectedly. “For a second there I thought I would have won with that king.”

“Looks like you lose.” Christopher said, grabbed my necktie, and pulled me close to himself. “Lets get started. I have everything ready in the bedroom.”

I gulped as Christopher lifted my feet into his lap, untied my wing tips, and slowly took them off my feet. My heart pounded as Christopher squeezed my socked feet a few times. At that moment I sadly realized what I had gotten myself into but there was no turning back now. We stood up, facing each other. Christopher undid my necktie and unbuttoned my shirt. In seconds I was barechested. I breathed heavily as Christopher squeezed one of my nipples.

“Been spending a lot of time at the gym eh?” Christopher asked me, looking at my big muscular chest.

“Yeah, I guess.” I replied.

“Looks good.” Christopher said and squeezed one of my big biceps. “Now for your pants.”

I watched as Christopher undid my belt and unlatched my pants. They fell down around my ankles. As I stepped out of my pants Christopher picked up my necktie.

“You have to be blindfolded.” Christopher told me. “I didn’t mention it earlier but it’s part of the rules.”

“I’ll bet if I had won you wouldn’t have told me that.” I said with a grin.

I stood still as Christopher stepped behind me and tied my tie over my eyes. That done, he held me by one arm and led me slowly to the bedroom. Christopher noticed that my dick was hard as a rock in my Botany 500 white briefs.

“Looks like you’re enjoying this.” Christopher said.

We got to the bedroom and Christopher stretched me out on the bed on my back in a spread eagle position. I felt the first rope being wound around my wrist and then tied to the head board. My heart pounded like crazy in my chest.

“I want a chance to get even later on.” I said.

As Christopher tied my other wrist he laughed at me and said “With your luck you’ll probably lose the game again and wind up getting doubly tickle tortured tonight.”

“Maybe not…” I replied as I felt a rope being wound tightly around one of my socked feet.

“Do you want to take the chance?” Christopher asked as he ran a finger over the bottom of my now bound foot.

My leg jerked back and I chuckled. “I’ll decide after you’ve had your fun.” I replied.

Christopher grabbed my other foot and tied it to the bedpost on that side of the bed. I was now trapped, wearing only my white briefs and black socks. Christopher began running a finger over my nipples, my hips, and stomach. I chuckled softly and laughed as Christopher increased the speed of his finger.

“Having fun?” Christopher asked me.

“Go ahead.” I laughed. “My turn comes later.”

“Maybe.” Christopher said as he began running his fingers over my crotch and thighs.

I struggled furiously against the ropes as I laughed harder and harder.

“Glad you accepted my invitation, Peter?” Christopher asked me mockingly.

I was unable to reply because I was laughing hysterically as Christopher tickled the bottom of one of my feet.

“This is nothing yet.” Christopher laughed. “Wait’ll I get the feather duster.”

“Y-you wouldn’t.” I said hysterically.

“Oh yes I would.” Christopher answered. “Then I’m going to take your socks off your feet and run a dry toothbrush over your bare feet.”

I sputtered and saliva dripped from my lips as Christopher went to work on my other foot.

`We’ve only begun Peter.” Christopher said. “Wait’ll I flip you over onto your stomach. We’re going to find out how ticklish your ass cheeks are.”

I could only laugh and listen as Christopher told me his fiendish plans.

Fifteen minutes later, Christopher stopped tickling me. He told me I could have a five-minute break to catch my breath. He took the blindfold off me and sat down on the bed next to me. I was drenched in sweat as I smiled up at my friend.

“I hope you’re enjoying torturing me, because pretty soon you’ll be the one tied to this damn bed.” I said and tugged on the ropes.

“You keep saying that but remember the rules my friend…” Christopher replied and squeezed one of my nipples hard. “If you draw a losing card you’ll wind up back where you started.”

I licked my lips and asked for a drink. Christopher went to the living room and came back with one of the beers. He put it to my mouth and I drank.

“Thank you.” I said.

I watched Christopher put the beer down on a night table. Then, Christopher reached under the bed and produced a large feather duster.

“Oh shit.” I murmured.

Christopher checked his watch and told me that my five minutes were up. He blindfolded me again and began by tickling my chest with the feather duster. I let out a few sneezes in between hysterical bouts of laughter. A few minutes later Christopher ripped my briefs off me. My hard on pointed at the ceiling.

“What a hard on!!” Christopher yelled.

Before I could reply or even object to the fact that he had ripped my briefs off me Christopher was running the feather duster over my dick and balls and I was laughing and sweating profusely.

“Please stop.” I begged, laughing at the same time.

“No way.” Christopher said. “The game must continue.”

Christopher grew bored of the feather duster and threw it on the floor. He then sat down on my chest, straddling me.

“What now?” I asked.

“Armpits.” Christopher replied.

“Oh no!” I yelled.

Without the slightest hesitation Christopher placed each of his hands under one of my hairy armpits and tickled them furiously. I squealed with uncontrollable laughter.

“I-I can’t take it!” I screamed. “Please stop!!”

But Christopher ignored me and kept on tickling me. I felt Christopher’s hard-on against my chest. I knew then where this was leading and why Christopher had really wanted me there that night. My thoughts were cut off however as another burst of hysterical laughter escaped me.

“Please stop tickling my pits!!” I begged.

“You should try to enjoy this Peter, because the time is coming close when I’m going to take your socks off you and tickle your bare feet with a toothbrush.” Christopher said. “It’s going to be much worse than having your armpits tickled.”

Finally, Christopher did stop tickling my armpits. He climbed off the bed and picked up the feather duster again. He ran the duster over my thighs. I squirmed on the bed and laughed hard and loud.

“What’ll you do to make me stop Peter?” Christopher inquired.

So that was it. I had known it as soon as I felt Christopher’s hard on. I answered Christopher’s question with another question… “What would you want me to do?”

Suddenly, Christopher stopped tickling my thighs and leaned over my face. He lowered my blindfold.

“Let’s start with a kiss.” Christopher demanded, making suggestive movements with his lips and tongue.

I pulled my face away. “Are you nuts?” I yelled. “I’m not queer!”

“Who said anything about being queer?” Christopher asked.

“I won’t kiss you!” I shouted.

Christopher shrugged and picked up the feather duster. “Oh well, looks like I’ll have to tickle you some more.” he said as he blindfolded me again.

“Alright, alright!!” I said. “I’ll fucking kiss you.”

I could feel Christopher smiling. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine. To his surprise I responded by shoving my tongue deep into Christopher’s mouth. Christopher put one hand behind my neck and squeezed gently as we kissed. Pre cum was oozing out of my dick. When the kiss was done Christopher stood up and resumed tickling my thighs with the feather duster.

“Hey!!” I yelped. “You promised you would stop tickling me if I kissed you!!”

“I never promised anything Peter.” Christopher responded. “Besides, it’ll take more than a kiss to make me stop tickling you.”

Once again I was trapped in a hysterical bout of laughter.

Christopher finally stopped tickling my thighs about fifteen minutes later. By now I was breathless, sweaty, and thirsty.

“Lets take another break.” Christopher said.

Once again he lowered my blindfold and gave me a few sips of beer.

“Having fun?” Christopher asked me.

“Tons of it.” I responded sarcastically. “How much longer are you going to tickle me for?”

Christopher told me that we still had a way to go yet. Then, he smiled down at me and told me that another kiss might take ten minutes off my torture time. Without any hesitation I opened my mouth. Christopher leaned down and we kissed long and hard again, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. When the kiss ended we looked at each other passionately and Christopher gently squeezed one of my nipples.

“What happens next?” I asked him.

Christopher regained his composure and walked to the foot of the bed. I watched as he untied my feet and slowly peeled my black dress socks off me, tossing them on the floor.

“Oh no.” I whispered.

“Oh yes.” Christopher said as he retied my feet to the posts of the bed.

I saw Christopher take a toothbrush out from under the bed and then I was blindfolded again. Christopher knelt at the foot of the bed and began running the toothbrush bristles over the bottom of my right foot.

“Oh God, please stop!!” I shrieked.

Christopher alternated from one foot to the other with the toothbrush. I jerked spasmodically on the bed, howling with laughter.

“What will you do to make me stop this time?” Christopher asked.

“Wh-what do you want me to do, kiss you again?” I asked in return.

The tickling intensified.

“It’s going to take more than a kiss to stop me this time Peter.” Christopher said and tickled me more.

“Tell me what you fucking want!!” I begged.

I knew at that moment that Christopher felt triumphant.

“Suck my dick.” Christopher announced.

Christopher stopped tickling me, I stopped laughing, and the room went silent.

Moments later, Christopher was sitting in a chair, naked. I was kneeling before him, sucking his big dick. I was untied and my blindfold was hanging loosely around my neck.

“Oh yeah, that feels so good.” Christopher said as he caressed the back of my neck.

I sucked, kissed, and licked Christopher’s dick and balls. “Looks like you’re enjoying all this Peter.” Christopher teased me.

I stopped and looked up at my friend. “It’s better than being tickle tortured.” I said.

Christopher grabbed his dick and pushed it back into my mouth. I resumed sucking him.

“You still have some tickling to endure my friend.” he said. “Remember, I still haven’t worked on your ass yet. The game isn’t over yet.”

Then, Christopher pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his load, squirting it all over my chest. The cum dripped down slowly toward my stomach.

“What a load!!” I remarked.

“Yeah.” Christopher agreed. “Later on we’ll see how much you shoot. Now, back to the game!”

In moments I was tied to the bed again, on my stomach this time, and blindfolded.

“Welcome to the end of the game Friend.” Christopher said. “The tickling of your ass!”

“Please take it easy.” I said.

Using the feather duster Christopher began tickling my ass cheeks. Once again I began howling and squealing with laughter. Christopher laughed as my ass bounced up and down on the bed. he laughed even harder when I farted.

“Please stop!” I yelled. “Let’s end the game now!!”

“Only when you tell me what you’ll do to make me stop.” Christopher replied.

I now knew what Christopher wanted. I told him to stop tickling me and to go ahead and make me cum.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Christopher said.

He tickled my ass cheeks a little more and then it happened. He tossed the feather duster aside and reached under my crotch, pulling my dick and balls out from under me.

“Arrr!!” I yelled as Christopher laid down between my legs and took my hard dick in his mouth.

He sucked my dick furiously and then I came, squirting it all over the bed sheets.

“Congratulations Peter, you’ve survived the T.T. game.” Christopher announced.

Sure, but I still wanted my chance to get even. After all, it wasn’t everyday that I allowed someone to do this to me. Christopher untied me and took the blindfold off me. Later, we were both dressed and sitting in the living room drinking another beer each.

“That was some game.” Peter said. “But how about my chance to get even?”

“Are you sure you want to take that chance, Friend?” Christopher asked warningly. “After all, you do know the rules.”

A look of smug confidence came over my face. “Shuffle the cards…Friend.” I said.

Christopher did. We each drew a card. Christopher drew a three of hearts and I drew a two of clubs.

“Shit shit shit…” I whimpered as Christopher jumped to his feet and danced around the room, laughing mockingly.

“I can’t believe it!!” Christopher taunted me. I can’t fucking believe your bad luck!! C’mon Peter, strip to your socks and lets get started again.”

Moments later I was stripped and blindfolded as Christopher led me back to the bedroom.

“Looks like it’s going to be a long night…” Christopher said.

Christopher Rosalie

Two grunts quickly regret volunteering for a military experiment when they endure the humiliating preperations in this bondage comic from Derat.

Bravo 7 – De-Jizzed
by Derat
Series: Bravo […]

The captured muscle jock is subjected to more pain, ass play and a full body shave.
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The Gym Lad – Par 3
by Ibtow
Series: The Gym Lad

I leave him for about 90 minutes to give the weed enough time to leave his body before we moved onto the next stage as I want him to really feel everything I do to him. I open the door and he is still suffering through his predicament. His leg muscles are so tense they are showing off every muscle fibre. His hands are now blue. His nipples look red and his balls are a nice purple colour. I walk round in front of him and kneel down and look into his eyes. They are bright red and blood shot. Without saying a word I rip both nipple clamps off in one go. His eyes explode with pain. The gag does it’s job of holding back the screams. Before he has chance to recover I pinch each nipple. They are warm to the touch and I start to twist them causing tears to run down his face.

“You think you work hard in the gym? Well you will work harder than you have ever worked before. You will want to give up but I will keep you on a level you did not know was there. You understand me, boy?”

I walk behind him and yank the butt plug out. This gets another moan. I get a bigger size and without warning or lube I push it straight up his tight arse.

“That stays in until your arse is fucked by me. Understand? Your hole is mine.”

I bring the winch down so his arms start to come back to normal. He slowly brings himself to standing. His arms now able to hang normally but still cuffed. I move in front of him and give him a look over. His whole body is covered is sweat. His eyes are red. His chest is moving up and down showing how good he has developed it. His abs are really showing now each time he breaths the beads of sweat roll down his abs.

“You look good like that Matt. A stunning male form. But now you are my male form. My bit of male meat to use abuse and fuck.”

I unlock the cuffs enough to push them up his arms slightly. and grab a long length of rope hanging from a hook in the ceiling and tie it around his left wrist with the knot of the rope facing his palm so he can’t get to it. I take another length of rope from the right side of him and do the same with his right wrist. I step back and unconnect the rope at the centre of room from the winch then attach the two pieces of rope to the winch. I turn the handle twice and the rope cuffs now start to pull his arms wide apart.

“I am going to uncuff you know. Don’t fight you will live to regret it. Understand?” I get no reply so I put my hand around his still tied balls and squeeze tight.

“I said ‘YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?’ I don’t give a shit if you have a gag in you. You answer me when I ask you a question!” All the time squeezing his balls tighter and tighter.

“MMMmmmppphhhh, aaarrrrrhhhh!” is all I get from the gagged gym boy but its enough.

“Good boy, well done”. I let go of his balls and he takes the biggest breath in through his nose. I almost laugh to myself.

I quickly undo the cuffs and step back. He starts to struggle now trying to turn around. He is finding it difficult with his balls tied to the spreader bar. I just start turning the winch and his arms are being pulled wider and wider apart. I keep turning the winch until his arms are wide spreadeagled. He is still not as high as I want him. His feet are flat on the ground so I untie the rope to his balls and take the spreader bar off. I continue with the winch. He is now off the ground his arms wide apart. I keep going until he is about a foot off the ground. I watch him for while. The realisation that he can not get out of this. He is fighting the rope. He is stretched off the ground his whole body is tight against his skin showing off every muscle he has. The only thing not hard at the moment is his cock but it still looks nice though too much hair for me.

I take two bits of rope and tie one around his left ankle, pull it wide and tie it to a bolt in the floor. I do the same on his right foot. He is now off the ground spread eagled thrashing about as much as he can. The rope will not give him any relief. It’s soft rope but it must hurt like a bitch on his wrists. I might have to do something to take the mind off that pain.

But first he needs a shave. I take a pair of hair clippers. When I turned it on he jumps as much as he can tied like he is. His eyes turn to fear again. My cock was hard and could not be contained any longer. I stripped off in front of him.

“You see what you do to me Matt? I have been thinking of this for a long time. When you said you might be leaving the gym, I had to act quickly.”

I walk up to him and start to shave the hair around his cock and balls, I had the clippers set to 0 so it was shaving close to the skin. I finish his cock and balls and move the clippers over his treasure trail and up his stomach the up to his chest. He moans as I nick him a few times. It doesn’t take long to remove all the hair from his upper body. Next I move on to the hair in his armpits. He smells of sweat and it’s turning me on to the point I could wank off right there sniffing him all over but I bring my mind back to the task at hand. I walk behind him and shave his arse and crack. The only hair left on his body are his legs, arms and head. His legs and arms can stay as they are. I like hairy legs. But his hair on his head needs to go. I grab a stool and stand behind him. This gets hms moaning and shouting into the gag and shaking his his head left to right.

“Stay the fuck still or you’ll make me cut your ear off with these things!” That gets his attention. I change the clippers to a number 1 and work from back to front as his hair falls down to the ground. 2 minutes later he is shave to a number one. I moved my hand over his head and cannot help myself but start to kiss the back of his neck and top of his head. I put my arms around his chest and start to push my naked body against his. I keep kissing his neck and head as my cock presses against his ass. I start to move my hips back and forth fucking him with my cock in between his cheeks just outside of his hole. This could not be going any better. I need to stop or I’m gonna blow my load right here and now. I step off the stool and grab a bottle of clear liquid off the shelf behind him. It looks like water but it’s definitely not water.

I walk in front of him and admire his newly shaved body showing his body off even better now.

“This should cool you down” I lie as I pull the spray trigger and the mist covers his body. It takes a few seconds for the moaning to start and then grows loader and loaders as the alcohol starts to seep into his shaved body. He screams into the gag as the mist starts to cause the sensation of his body burning. I spray some more concentrating on his cock and balls. His face is screwed up his eyes closed tight as the liquid dose hits the mark. It will take 10-15 minutes for the feeling to wear off so I lean back on the wall, take a drink and light a fag watching his whole body move hanging off the ground.

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The straight muscle jock’s cock can’t resist some attention but then he suffers some serious pain in an uncomfortable bondage predicament.
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The Gym Lad – Part 2
by Ibtow
Series: The Gym Lad

I knew the special weed would last about an hour before it started to wear off so I had about 30 minutes to get ready. I took off his trainers followed by his socks. I started to unbutton his jeans and slowly pulled them down and off his legs. His underwear and t-shirt were all he had left on, both would be used later. He was wearing nice tight boxers showing a nice bulge contained within. I felt his underwear but was careful not to touch his cock and balls. I got some white rope from the spare room and tied his legs at his ankles and at his knees. I made sure they were tight so he had no chance of getting his legs loose.

I got a porn DVD out the drawer that I bought especially for this day. It was a straight porn movie of some woman giving a blow job to a fit man. I was using it to confuse my newly captured gym stud. Along with the DVD I got my riding crop ready. He was soon to begin to feel what he would be in for. I started to play the DVD and turned the sound up to quite a high volume. I was lucky it was one of the few porn movies which did not have the cheesy music over it. The woman started to moan and suck off the guy and as it started I slowly pulled down his underwear. This was the first time I had seen his cock and it was nice, thick & uncut. I estimated it would measure about 8 inchs when erect. He was unshaved which I would have to sort out later. I lowered my head down and started to suck him while my hands moved up towards his chest feeling his tight stomach as they traveled. When I reached his chest, I started to pinch and twist his nipples while still sucking his cock which was getting harder all the time. After about 10 minutes of playing with his cock, nipples and balls he had a rock solid hard on and started to moan. He was coming round.

His brain must of clicked into gear as all of sudden he was back in the room. The porn DVD must have made his ears think a woman was in the room and he could feel a warm mouth around his cock giving him a blow job.

“Oh what the fuck!” were the first words he said. “What the fuck is happening?!?! Get these fucking handcuffs off!”. I said nothing. The DVD on the other hand was at the perfect time as the woman just said “Relax, you’re getting the best fucking blow job you ever will.”

His cock tasted so good in my mouth. It was a big as I thought and he was leaking pre-cum. My tongue was rolling around the head of his cock. The moaning became louder and his breathing was getting deeper. I could tell he was not far off from cumming. Not yet he is not! I let his cock out of my mouth and removed my hands from his now hard tender nipples and slowly got up still not saying anything. As soon as I stop sucking him he starts to complain from behind the t-shirt pulled up over his head.

“Who the fuck are you? Fucking let me go you bitch! Why the fuck have you got me tied up?!?! I am not into the kinky shit! How the hell did I get here?? Is this that fucking bastard from the gym??”

His head must be spinning; the last thing he remembers is watching football, drinking beer and smoking a joint at someone’s house. As he continues to complain his cock remains as hard as ever resting on his stomach. I stand up and pick up the riding crop. I lift my hand up and bring it down on his abs in one quick hard whack!

“Aaaaarrrrrrrhhhhhhhh fuck that hurts! What the fuck are you doing???” – that brought him back fully.

“Shut the fuck up boy!” My voice changes now, not shouting but a hard tone.

“Fuck you man, let me go!”

“I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I bring the crop down again hard. He screams. I bring it down again for a third time then keep flicking the crop hard on the same spot. His body is wriggling around but I keep going. I count up to 30 quick sharp slaps with the leather end of the crop all over his abs. He is glowing bright red and small marks are starting to show. My cock is harder than I thought it could be.

“Argh stop please that fuckin hurts! Get the fuck off me you sick cu..”

Before he could finish the last word, I draw my arm back and bring it down on top of his cock. The pain obviously runs through his whole body. Then I go to work on his chest and nipples with short sharp flicking of the crop. I’ve learned from having this done to me; the more you do it with the crops the more the pain builds up. If you want a sharp sting you do quick hard hits. To build the pain higher and higher you do little short sharp flicking on the same area. The nerve endings go all over the place. I hit him with the crop another 30 times on each nipple then stop. His breathing is now shallow and rapid. He is groaning and shouting at me.

“Stop please! Why are you doing this?? Fucking get off you bastard!!”

I lean in close to his ear and I quietly whisper in his ear “Scream all you want, boy. I have watched you for months in that gym. Showing off your body to anyone that would watch. Well I was watching. And this is what you get, boy. You are mine now. You notice how far back we are? No one will hear you begging. And you will be begging me to stop.”

I swing one last hard hit with crop on his stomach. Almost straight away a large red mark appears where the crop landed. The last one brings a scream from his mouth and it sounds like it was from deep inside him.

I take the shirt off his face. His cheeks are bright red and his eyes almost glazed over. He looks at me with such anger but there is also fear in his eyes. He has no idea why I am doing this or what I’m going to do to him. I walk up to him and he tries to get away. I stand with one leg on each side of him and pull a pair of scissors from my pocket. His face changes to shock.

I say nothing but start cutting his underwear off him. Shame as they are a nice pair of boxers. When I am finished I move up to his face and force his mouth open then I stuff his own underwear in his mouth and I grab some sliver duck tape from the side of sofa and start to wrap it around his head. After 5 time round I ripe the tape off.

“MMMMmmmmpppppphhhhh, mmmmpppphhhh” is all I can hear out of him. His nostrils are flaring as he sucks in the air. I then get up and leave him alone as I walk out the room I hear him trying to scream in the gag but only muffles are coming out.

I return to the room about 5 minutes later. He looks miserable. The cuffs must be digging into his wrists now. I did them tight so he would feel them. His breathing is still quick and he looks at me in fear as I walk back into the room and sit next to him.

“I am going to undo your legs now. Struggle or try to fight me and you will not know what has hit you. I control you now. Understand boy?”

He nods slowly. Good. I undo his legs from the side careful not to get in front of his legs. I don’t want his foot flying up and connecting with me. When his legs are undone, I pull him up by the t-shirt. I put my arm around his neck in a sleep hold and pin his arms to his back. I can feel his body tense up. I walk him forward out of the room and into the another spare room. As we enter we walk past a table with holes drilled in it next to a chair with a bar across the back and two metal rings at the end of the bar. I walk him into the middle of room and without letting go around his neck I bend him forward and attach a clip hanging from the ceiling to a winch fixed on the wall. I move away and start to winch his hands up high behind his bent over back to the point he is almost unable to keep his balance with his head is now pointing towards the ground. I lock the winch off. grab a metal spreader bar from the side and attach it to his legs. All the time he is groaning and moaning into the gag.

Once he gets his balance, I get a thin long bit of rope. From behind I grab his balls and start to wind the rope around them pushing his balls into the bottom of his sack. Then I tie the rope to the spreader bar and stretch his balls down hard. I can see sweat starting to form on his back as he uses his muscular legs to keep his balance. I crank the winch up again. I stop when he is on tip toes. His arse is now high in the air and his arms raised about 5 foot in the air with police cuffs digging into his wrists. I walk behind him and feel his arse. His cheeks are spread wide from the spreader bar. I get some lube and slowly trickle it down his crack and start to work my finger into his tight arse. I move to two fingers and he moans into the gag. My other hand moves round to take his cock and I start to stroke it and to no surprise it starts to swell.

“Like that boy? Like another mans fingers up your straight hole, do you?”

“MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH, MMMMPPPPHHHH” is all I hear out of his gagged mouth. I remove my fingers and pick up a small butt plug. Well, small to some people. His arse fights it but I work it in slowly at first but then I just push it in to finish the job. His whole body jumps pulling the rope around his balls even harder. I walk around to the front of him and look eye-to-teary eye. “Oh this is only the start boy.”

I stand up and grab a pair of metal tit clamps and place one on each nipple. The chain that connects them has a thin bit of rope I tie this off to the spreader bar pulling his nipples to his feet. If he tried to put his feet down his balls are pulled if he tries to lift his head up that will pull on his nipples. He is going no where and in a lot of pain.

“Rest up boy. I’ll be back.” I stand up to leave turning off the light and hear him whimpering into the gag as he realizes this is only the beginning.

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A hot muscle jock is lured into a fellow gym member’s home then drugged, handcuffed and slowly stripped down.
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The Gym Lad – Part 1
by Ibtow
Series: The Gym Lad

I had seen him almost every morning in the gym for the past 6 months. He is one of the early morning lot that get to the gym when it opens. Early 20’s, about 6 feet tall, not an ounce of body fat, great upper body and legs. You know, one of those guys who turns the heads of women (and men). I’d seen him change in the locker room but never shower. His body is not shaved just some hair on his chest and down his treasure trail.

He looks great when he is working out and I was always careful to eye him up in a way that he wouldn’t notice. Well one day I looked a little to long and he clocked me watching him working out. I looked away quickly my face going bright red. I quickly finished up and moved to another part of the gym hoping he was not the type of guy to punch another guy for looking at him a little to long.

I am older than him. I have been a “bottom” for a long time and my sex life is definitely more on the kink side than vanilla. In fact I love the bondage side of sex and more and more I am moving to topping men younger than me. I have thought about him being tied up and ready to take what I dish out many times, one of those fantasies you have as you wank off. I always think the best top has worked up from being a bottom; you know what works, what doesn’t, what buttons to push to get effect. I still like being bottom (or sub/slave depending on the session) and have great night long sessions tied up, but topping a fit lad is something that sends my mind into overdrive. Most people are surprised about what sort of things I can do when I top them. I think they expect me to be quite gentle but nothing is further than the truth.

I finished my work out and headed to the locker room. He was already in there getting changed. He had his top off showing off his tattoos on his chest, nice!

“Good workout mate?” he asked, the first time he had talked to me.

“Yea not bad mate, you?”

“Yea good, although I’m not sure how much longer I will be able to come here. Its not cheap so looking to start working out at home, but the equipment expensive.”

Shit that’s not good, no one else like him at the gym but it could work to my advantage as I was selling some old equipment I had that was just gathering dust in the spare room and well I had plans for that room!

“Really, shame I can’t get the motivation at home, bought loads of equipment but never use it, actually selling it at the moment if you interested?” – Well it was the truth.

“Yea, cool. What you selling?”

I gave him the list and how much I was asking for. He seemed interested so we exchanged numbers and he agreed to come over on the weekend to have a look at it. I could not believe my luck it was just what I wanted this fit lad coming round my house. He would be able to see what I had planned for the spare room!

He arrived on time on the Saturday afternoon. I opened the door and he looked as cute as hell. His hair was that just out of bed look, dark and thick (not sure how much longer it would be like that mind), he had a tight t-shirt on, he is def one for showing off his body, and a pair of low cut jeans, you could see the top of his underwear above the belt of his jeans, very nice.

I invited him in and asked if he wanted a beer. He accepted and this was getting off to a good start. I showed him into the main room. I had the football on flat screen TV; Manchester United was losing 2-0 to Chelsea.

“Shit, they’re losing! Bollocks they are playing rubbish at the moment!” he seemed pissed. So he follows Man U then.

I faked interest in the match as I knew he would be into his football and something to talk about. Told him to sit down if he wants, he can watch a bit of it while I sort the stuff out in the spare room.

I left him watching the football. Taking a risk I know, I had only meet him properly for the first time today and I was leaving him in my front room watching TV with a beer in his hand but if the plan worked it would be worth it. I moved a few things around and heard him getting into the match on TV.

“Fuckin get in there!” he shouted

“They scored?” I shout down to him.

“Yea, Ronnie with a beauty of free kick 2-1 now just coming up to half time.”

I walked back into the room just a whistle went for the end of the first half.

“Follow me. While its half time, have a look at the equipment.”

“Cool, sorry mate did not mean to just sit there watching the football. Can’t get it at home and that’s a sweet TV.”

“No worries, always better watching football on a big screen. Its in here.”

I showed him the equipment I was flogging; a bench press, weights bar and dumbles. Nothing major but would do for the start of a home gym. He seemed to like it and agreed to buy it off me. He told me he would need to hire a van to get it back to his.

“Don’t worry we can use my van. Saves you spending more money.”

“Cheers mate, at least it will save me money. Now that I am single again having to cut back on the money going out in the house on my own.” He didn’t seem to mind telling me details of his private life so only thought its fair to ask a few more questions.

“So no one else at home then?”

“Nah, bitch of a ex was sleeping with someone else, she moved out with him so I was left with the flat and all the bills.”

“Shit, not good” – I said back so no one at home to miss him not coming back soon. “So where you from then? Got family around?”

“Nah, move here from London a few years ago. Family still down there, not that I seem them much anymore. Mum and dad never agreed with the girlfriend. Goes to show they were right!” he said with a laugh.

“Yea true, well tell you want have another beer and finish watching the game then we can load up and get the stuff back to yours. You drive here?” I asked.

“Nope, no car the train and walked up. Was going to have a look and if I wanted the equipment come back with a van.”

“Ok cool, well let me get you another beer.” I was on my first still as I needed a clear head. We sat back down just as the second half was kicking off. Within the first few minutes Chelsea scored again, he was not happy!

I had left a joint on the side and thought this was my chance to offer him some to help get rid of his anger. I offered him a joint and he accepted without question. Good good. He took the first breath in and remarked how strong it was. Yea I know that was the idea. By the end of the match Chelsea had won. He was pissed and had smoked the whole joint and drank another beer. I could tell his mind was spinning, his speech was slurred, just where I wanted him.

“You better sleep that off mate. Stay here and I will go load the van. Take it easy for a bit.”

He mumbled something back to me and I knew it would not be long before the weed took complete hold of him along with the beer. He would be out of it very soon.

I left him for 10 minutes. As I walked back into the room, he was out of it lying back on the sofa. His right hand was under his shirt resting on his abs. I sat next time him and asked if he was alright. I got no real response. He was so high I knew he would not be able to respond. That extra money on the special weed was well worth it. I slowly lifted his t-shirt up, moved his hand away and replaced it with mine. He sort of groaned but not in a bad way. I was feeling his abs, they felt amazing a real six pack, each muscle bumping up. Nice. I leaned him forward, resting his head on my chest and put his hands slowly behind his back. I got a pair of police handcuffs out from my back pocket and slowly clicked on his left wrist, nice and tight, then quickly moved his right arm into the other cuff, his hand we now tightly cuffed behind his back in ridged police handcuffs.

I slowly lowered him back onto the sofa and lifted him t-shirt up over his head. I stood back and looked at him. He looked even better this close. The hands cuffed behind his back pushed his chest out. He had hair on his chest, a nice covering. His stomach and 6 pack were moving slowly up and down as he breathed. He had that V shape at the bottom of his stomach and his treasure trail coming up from his underwear. My cock was solid! This was a dream come true. Well it would not be a dream for him. In fact it would be a nightmare but that’s what was going to turn me on.

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Ibtow

Police officers Matthews and Carter get into even more trouble when they spank a nosy young gay hotel bellboy at the State Troopers Convention in the final installment of their spanking story […]

January 2015 Story of the Month Winners!!

We have a tie for first place……
A “Straight ” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 3 by Bryan Smith (5 Votes)
An Arrogant Attorney Tickled by Richard (5 Votes)

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More Than Just a Broke Straight Boy by Bryan Smith (4 Votes)
Trouble for the Sprouse Twins by DR Von Todtenhausen (4 Votes)

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A “Straight ” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 3 by Bryan Smith (5 Votes)
An Arrogant Attorney Tickled by Richard (5 Votes)
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Sgt Lance and his cock & balls suffer through another hot interrogation session before the stoic soldier is finally rescued from his captivity.
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The Doom of Sgt. Lance Thiele – Part 3
By Otherside
Series: The Doom of Sgt Lance Thiele

Sgt. Lance Thiele was still under the custody of the three members of Nibiru. Kyle was left to guard making sure that he would not escape. The sergeant’s back, chest and abdomen were red due to flogging. He was still bound naked.

Kyle watched him with a teasing grin; he seems to enjoy the humiliation of the poor sergeant. Kyle assembled a foldable chair and sat on it. He also took a magazine and lit a cigarette.

Lance felt his bladder getting full. “I need to urinate,” he told Kyle.

“Do you think you can fool me? It’s just your excuse. You will ask me to let you free because you need to pee but your real intention is to escape. That’s your plan right? Pee on yourself if you want!” Kyle shouted back. He returned on smoking and reading his magazine.

“Then I’m gotta pee here!” Sgt. Lance let his urine flow through and it spilled on the floor.

“What the F!” Kyle yelled as some of the urine spattered on him.

“Now you believe me? I told you I need to urinate,” Lance said teasingly.

Kyle angrily stood from his seat and walked toward the captive. He stood at distance making sure he won’t step on the pool of urine. “You made some mess! Now you’re going to pay for it. I guess I should teach you some lesson!” Kyle threatened.

Kyle went out for awhile to get a jar. He also took a pair of gloves. He removed his jacket revealing the white wife beater he wears inside. He used the jacket to cover the jar to make the content of it a surprise for the poor sergeant. He stepped in the dim room again with his ‘surprise’.

“See this?” Kyle raised the covered jar. Kyle removed the jacket covering the jar. It was revealed to Lance that the transparent jar was full of brown powdery substance.

“What’s that? What are you going to do?” Lance asked boldly.

“You’ll see. Now let’s start.” Kyle put the gloves on to make sure the powder won’t have contact on his hands. He opened the jar and threw some of the powdery substance on Lance’s testicles.

“What’s this? Aaahh!” Lance’s balls started getting itchy. The itch worsened every minute causing him to grit his teeth. “Itching powder!” Lance realized.

“You’re right. That’s itching powder,” Kyle replied with a grin.

Lance could not take the itch anymore. He wants to scratch his low hanging balls but he couldn’t, his arms were securely bound. He couldn’t even rub his balls with his legs because his legs were spread and bound.

“Aaahhh! It’s so itchy!!!” Lance screamed as his itchy agony continues.

Kyle giggled and chuckled as he watch the agonizing sergeant. “Now, have you already learned your lesson sergeant?”

Lance’s face crumpled as the itch intensifies. All Lance could do is to move his hips forward and backward to make his balls bounce in the air to have a little relief from the itch.

Kyle laughed even louder as he watch Lance moving his hips to make his balls bounce. “Want me to scratch your balls?” Kyle asked.

“Will you?” Lance’s face drew a desperate reaction.

“What’s the magic word?” Kyle teased.

“Please?” Lance asked.

“Now tell it.”

“Please!” Lance was so desperate to have his itch raging balls scratched.

“What do you want me to do?” Kyle teasingly asked once more.

“Scrath my balls! Please! Aaahhh!” the sergeant couldn’t help it anymore.

Kyle laughed as he heard the sergeant pleading to have his balls scratched. Kyle took a long rough piece of wood. He stood in front of the sergeant, he maintained enough distance for him not to step on the pool of urine. Kyle stretched the wood to reach the sergeant’s groin.

“Now have your balls scratched sergeant,” Kyle said as he stretched the wood forward in asteady position.

Lance got it. As the tip of the rough wood was placed under his balls, he moved his hips forward and backward to have his scrotum rubbed with the wood’s rough surface. The rough wood gave him a relief from the itch.

“Ooohh! Aaaahh!” Lance sighed as he was given relief. Lance continue moving his hips.

Kyle laughed as he watch the scene. “You look like a naked man fucking a piece of wood!” Lance chuckled. He then leaned the wood downward and moved it upward causing its tip to slap Lance’s testicles.

“Agh! Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed in pain.

“Now have you learned your lesson? Next time don’t pee anywhere!” Kyle shouted at him.

The scratching also took some of the powder off. Lance’s balls are recovering from the itch but his scrotal skin was starting to develop small red rashes. The rashes feels as if his balls were on fire. Lance’s face crumpled as he endures the rashes.

Half an hour later, Eros and Henry finally stepped in the warehouse. Eros carries a bag with him.

“What happened here?” Eros asked Kyle.

Kyle stood instantly from his seat to explain what happened. “The sergeant peed on the floor so I punished him.”

“It smells so…” Henry said as he pinch his nose.

“Hey Henry look I put some itching powder on his balls as punishment for this mess,” Kyle told Henry as if they are two boys having play time.

“Whoa! How nice! Now that explains why this handsome face of Sgt. Lance was crumpling. His balls have rashes!” Henry laughed out loud.

“Enough for play time boys; now is the time for the real game,” Eros said with a threatening grin. Eros opened the bag and took some pictures. Eros showed these pictures to Lance.

Lance saw what’s on the pictures. There are naked women on the pictures, smiling and posing in crazy positions.

“Sergeant did you like them?” Eros asked teasingly.

Lance can’t help but to get seduced on the sexy women in pictures. He felt heat rising inside him. His penis began to elongate and swell. Lance tried to fight his feeling but the seduction overwhelmed him. His penis was now erected in its full pledge and throbbing as if it has its own life.

“Now you’re hard sergeant. Lets’ start the game.” Eros handed the pictures to Kyle. Kyle held the pictures so the sergeant has a full view of them.

Eros took another thing from his bag. He took a coil of thin rope and cut a foot long of it. Eros made a knot on the tip of the rope to make a ring. He then approached Lance and put the rope ring on Lance’s penis! The ring tightened around the sergeant’s hard penis. The rest of the rope dangled, Eros took a hook and tied it at the other end of the rope. One tip of the rope knotted around Lance’s penis and the other tip holds a hook. The hook dangles at his bottom. Eros then took a basket and put it on the hook.

“Now I will ask you Sgt. Lance Thiele. What is the password of the military vault?” Eros questioned.

“No! Whatever your plan is I will never reveal to you such secret that will endanger my nation!” Lance answered boldly.

Eros didn’t say a thing he took three pieces of rocks from the bag and put it on the basket on the hook connected with the rope that tied Lance’s penis. The weight of the rocks caused tension to the rope tightening it even more. Lance felt the rope’s bite against his hard penis.

“Now I guess you knew how this mechanism works. I will ask you again what is the password?” Eros told him.

Lance just shook his head as a reply. This time Eros took three huge apples and put it on the basket. The rope bit even more against Lance’s erect penis as another weight was applied on it. Lance bit his lips as he endures the biting pain of the rope.

“Tell me the password now!” Eros shouted.

“Never!” Lance shouted back.

“This will hurt, I warn you,” Eros threatened as he took a small metal chunk from the bag. He put it on he basket and it exerted even more weight.

“Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed as the rope bit even more on his penis. His penis was now purplish red in color as the rope was now tighter with much weight. Lance’s legs were shaking; he couldn’t help but to bent his legs as possible as his bond can permit him. Lance’s face crumpled in pain.

“I bet it really hurts your penis. Will you tell me the password now?” Eros asked once more.

Lance just shook his head as his face was crumpling out of pain.

“Tell it now sergeant. Have pity on your penis!” Henry teased.

Eros took a couple of rocks and placed it on the basket.

“Aaaaahhh!!!” Lance agonized as much weight was exerted. The weight not just tightened the rope around his penis, it also pulls his penis. The erection caused even more pain. Lance endures extreme pain as if his penis was being pulled apart.

“Will you tell me the password now?” Eros took a dumbbell from the bag and showed it to Lance. “I can’t promise you that after this you’ll still have that gorgeous member of you,” Eros warned him. “Tell me the password or else your penis might get ripped off from your macho body.”

A sudden noise alarmed them. Doors of the warehouse banged open as a number of military men stormed the area. The soldiers aimed their guns to the rebels.

“Put your hands at the back of your head!” One of the soldiers yelled.

Eros dropped the dumbbell on the floor as he raised his hands. Henry and Kyle did the same.

A faint smile drew on Lance’s agonizing pain. “Didn’t it cross your mind that the military can track me? When they assigned me in this mission, they injected a microchip in my arm which they can track and locate. I knew that my majors will learn of my disappearance and that they will track my location,” Lance explained.

Eros gave a stare full of hatred. Henry let his watch fell on the floor. As the watch broke its glass, a screen of smoke was released. The watch was really an escape device. The soldiers coughed as they search through the smoke. But too late the three rebels were gone.

As the smoke clears, one of the soldiers rushed to aid the agonizing sergeant. He quickly took the basket from the hook and undone the knot around Lance’s now purplish red penis.

“Aaaahh!!” lance screamed as the soldier was undoing the knot. Lance’s penis was released, the knot left a purple ring of bruise around his still erect penis.

Other soldiers freed Lance from his bondage. The soldiers rushed him to the nearest military hospital. They chose to bring Lance to a military hospital whose doctors are all male for him not to be ashamed because the part that needs the most medical attention was his genitals.

The doctors treated the bruises and wounds on Lance’s body. They also treated the contusions and bruises on his penis caused by the torture. The doctors also applied some ointment on the rashes on Lance’s scrotum.

Sgt. Lance Thiele was on his way to healing.

On the next day, Capt. Anderson visited Lance in the hospital. Capt. Anderson entered Lance’s private room. The sergeant was helped by a male nurse in applying warm compress on his penis; Lance’s legs were spread apart.

“How are you doing Sgt. Thiele,” the captain greeted him.

Lance was about to stand to give salute but the captain stopped him, so he just settled on his current position.

The nurse left the room and let the two of them talk.

“I’m ashamed, I’m naked waist down,” Lance said as his face flashed red. His legs were still spread apart as he applies the warm compress on his private member.

“You don’t need to be ashamed, we’re both man. You are such a brave and dedicated man. You proved us your dignity and loyalty,” Capt. Anderson complemented him. The captain then asked about the sergeant’s condition. “So how’s your…”

Lance got what the captain was pertaining to. “The doctors assured me that I could still father children,” Lance joked and chuckled.

Capt. Anderson chuckled as well. “Can I see that,” he asked to the sergeant. Lance nod and the captain looked at his genitals.

Capt. Anderson noticed the rashes on Lance’s scrotum and the bruise on his penis. “What happened?” the captain inquired.

Lance then narrated what happened; he told that itching powder caused the irritation on his scrotum. “It’s hard. It’s so itchy but my arms were bound I can’t even scratch my balls,” the sergeant told. Lance also told the cause of the bruise on his penis. “It feels like my penis was being pulled away,” Lance shared.

“Your experience was really hard and difficult. But you endured all of that and you proved to us that you are really a ‘tough guy’,” the captain commended him. “We are planning to award you a medal of honor for keeping the password despite the torture,” he added.

“I will be glad and honored to receive the medal,” Lance answered. “But award me that medal when the doctors already allowed me to wear pants,” the sergeant joked.

Capt. Anderson chuckled. “Did the doctors restrict you from wearing pants?”

“They advised me not to wear pants while I’m healing. They say my genitals will heal fast if I will let it exposed,” Lance explained back.

The captain bid goodbye and left the brave sergeant.

When Lance recovered fully, the army awarded him a medal of honor. The medal gives honor to him but it also reminds him of the torture he experienced. But he assured himself that he was a real man that could endure and surmount any pain and torture.

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Otherside

An A-List celebrity tells the story of his willing submission to the owner of a gay bondage website.
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Hollywood Star Part 1
by Ibtow
Series: Hollywood Star

I’m not telling you my name as I am a Hollywood A list star, I am world famous, admired and loved by woman and men. I’m 27 years old, I have been famous since an early age and my career is on a high right now. I am also hiding a dark secret from the world.

I have know I was gay since my early teens, but when my big break came I told my then manager and he told me to never come out in public “it would harm you career man, you would get passed over for any big role” So I haven’t I have hidden it from the public even since, rumors have circulated in the press and on the internet (I am top of most “Not out in Hollywood” lists) but I have never publicly came out and have even dated woman to keep up the front.

I have been very careful on who I have been with when it comes to guys, most have been other Hollywood/TV stars also in the closet so you know its not going to come out. Some have been amazing and fantasy’s many a man and woman would dream off. Just searching the fan fiction I can tell you I have acted out more than one of them. Being in showbiz they are all fit as fuck, and most of the time the cocks are the best asset that people never get to see and fuck some of them know how to use it.

Whilst I have done lots of stuff my real fantasy is too dark for many, the closest I have got is being tied to a bed whilst I was fucked and sucked off. That cemented my love for bondage but I craved more, much more, I craved to give up control, to be abused and hurt.

It all started when I started looking online at gay porn, it started with the normal fucking, sucking then I started watching some bondage and my cock would spring to action, I would jerk off whenever I could, I then stumbled on this one site, this one site that fitted every fantasy I had. Each week a young, fit lad would be abused and tortured beyond the point most sites would go to. Everything was simple but effective and everyone of the videos would make me cum twice watching the clips. I long fantasied about being in that dungeon being the “victim” but I never thought it would be possible to act out these fantasies.

I was in-between scenes on my latest film, we were filming a scene in a gym locker room where I was coming out of the shower, so I had spent all morning looking at my very fit 24 year old co-star walking around with nothing but a towel around his waist and he never wore anything under it, so his cock bulge was on display most of the morning. I stack up well next to him, the advantage of having a personal trainer to get that Hollywood leading man body. I hadn’t shave my chest since going for more adult roles so my body hair covered my chest and abs and “spy” photos of me at a private pool had gone viral and been seen by millions.

We had an extended break in filming (which happens a lot in movies if you get a few minutes of footage it’s been a good day), so I went to my trailer and asked to be left alone for while, I needed to release some tension. My assistant put the word out for me not to be disturbed. I locked the door, took off my t-shirt and trousers. I was just in my tight CK underwear. I went into the trailer bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I started to think about my body stretched out, tied down and being flogged, my cock started to harden instantly and was pushing against my underwear. I slipped them off and my 8 inch cock was rigid and pulsing. I grabbed my laptop and opened up a file called Steven. This was one of my favorite videos from the site, this guy, most likely mid 20’s was on a table his hand tied to each corner as well as his feet, the captor slowly turned the winch and he was pulled tighter and tighter, when he was pulled as tight as you think a human could go, he was whipped without mercy. I edged out my wanking until the flogging started at that point I burst a hot load of cum all over the bathroom sink and mirror.

I was still horny after cleaning up the cum from the bathroom I stopped naked and went to the bed I loaded up the website and looked at the latest updates and hovered the mouse over the contact button as I had done many times, but this time for some unknown reason I clicked the button. My email opened up and I started to write an email about how I loved the website, had been a member for many years. How I fantasied about being in one of the videos, how I was famous and couldn’t let it be known I was into this, asking if it possible to be in his dungeon but for it not to be release. I included a picture of myself from the neck down, naked. If someone wanted to they could work out it was me from this picture but I was so horny and worked up about writing the email I didn’t care. I click on send and it was gone.

My horny fantasy world was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“You’re needed on set”.

Fuck, looked down and noticed my cock was rock hard again, “Five minutes”.

I jumped up from the bed and pulled on my underwear and trousers. I opened the door trying my best to hide my erection but my assistant Tony was at eye level with my bulge and just stared.

“Tony! Eyes up here don’t look at what you can’t touch” I joked.

His eyes shot up at mine he smiled, turned red, glanced down at my crotch, turned and just mumbled “I’ll see you on set” and rushed off.

I went back into the trailer, laughing to myself. You see Tony was 25 and my assistant of 5 years. He was cute, fit (well he takes advantage of my personal training sessions) and gay which being an assistant in Hollywood is no great surprise. I had often thought of making a move but never had the courage.

I put my t-shirt on and locked the trailer and wandered back to stage. Phone are not allowed on set by this director so that was locked in the trailer, I would have to wait until another break in filming before I could check my emails.

Fuck that was a long afternoon, all day in gym locker room scene surrounded by 10 cut gym guys walking in and out of a shower. We managed to nail the scenes in the end but it was now almost 7pm. The director had called cut for the day. We only had a few more days of shooting left before it was a wrap and I had already penciled time off in the diary. I needed it after 6 months on set 6 days week. I loved my work and I loved the money and fame that came with it but I also loved to get away. After each film is wrapped and before the next one starts everyone know I like to get away. No phone, no contact with anyone for at least a week. I booked a secluded cabin in the Rockies I had used before, its always booked under a different name but it’s beautiful, it’s a mile from anyone and phone reception. It does have internet connection but people know I won’t reply to emails in that week. I almost fall off the grid. I can relax, be naked by and in the lake, listen to music, play the guitar, read new scripts and be by myself.

As I opened the trailer my phone was flashing, I picked it up and opened my email, several scripts had been sent by my manager. A couple of big budget summer movies and some smaller independent stuff (the type of stuff award season is made for), some from my publicist confirming the travel arrangements for the publicly push for my next movie to be released, this had buzz about it already and I was really happy with the film having been sent a rough cut a few days before. Then my eyes jumped to the next message it was a reply from him the owner of the site.

My heart jumped a beat, my cock twitched. I clicked the lock on the door, pulled off my t-shirt and sat on the bed and read the email.

“Boy, I know who you are from that photo, I have admired your career and body for a long time. Don’t worry I offer a very discreet service for what you’re looking for. You are not the first famous person I have had in my dungeon. I make money from my video’s, so I charge for this service but you get my guarantee it will never get made public and you get a fully cut video of your experience and all master copies so you can relive your fantasy.

I offer 3 different packages, bronze – 24 hours quick sharp and painful $15,000, silver – 48 hours longer harder and more painful $20,000 and Gold – 4 days no limits, no stopping anything goes $30,000. However note this once you arrive nothing you say and do will stop the experience.

If you are interested respond to this email with your availability and we will discuss payment and details.”

Fuck, my cock was bursting out of my trousers. I read the email again, and again and without really realizing I replied.

“Sir, thank you for the reply, the gold package Sir I am free for a week in 7 days time.”

I got a reply back in under a minute with payment details and confirmation that the dungeon was free in 7 days time, as soon as payment was received he would send details of the location and time to arrive. I logged onto my bank account and put the details in, the balance was somewhere around $10 million and this was just my day to day account. My last film had grossed over $700 million at the box office worldwide and my manager was very good at getting profit share on that so $30,000 was nothing and would be worth every bit of it to live this out. I click make payment and sent an email to say I had paid. I got a reply back almost right away confirming the date and location. It was in upstate New York so I could fly home to my New York apartment and drive to the location. No one would know and suspect anything as they knew I was going away after the shoot.

The final few days on set were tough both physically and mentally, we were filming fight scenes so my training had been ramped up. I was in the best shape I had ever been but my mind was elsewhere most of the time thinking about what would happen to me. We wrapped on the Friday, the wrap party was the Saturday night, I would blow off some steam (it turned out I blow off not just steam but my co-star in the hotel room but that’s a different story but just to say he was as fit as he comes across in the films), fly to New York Sunday and drive out Monday morning.

I arrive at my New York apartment on the Sunday afternoon, when I arrive the guard welcomed me and gave me some post, I flicked through it some letters and rubbish, not much comes here as most goes to my management company. In the file was a parcel. I got into the apartment and opened the package, inside was a separate box and a note.

“Boy, inside this box is the start of your experience, open it put it on and email me a photo, don’t hesitate boy this is what you have been dreaming off.”

Fuck how does he know my address here? I rip open the box and inside is a chastity device with a padlock and no key. My cock twitched. I didn’t think about it I took the parts and in front of the mirror stripped down and put the device on. I hesitated for a minute when I put the padlock on but before I knew it the click told me I was locked up. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hard cock pushing against the cage, my body looking cut. I had dropped to 9% body fat for this film and every muscle in me was showing. I suddenly thought I should of wanked off before putting this on but it was too late now. I took a photo of myself in the mirror and emailed it off. The reply came in a few minutes. It simple said “good boy”.

My mind raced for the rest of the day. I contacted Tony and confirmed I would not be contactable for the next week and I will call him when I am back. He wished me a good holiday and hung up. I tried to sleep but my caged cock did not want to go down. I watched a rough cut of the early scenes of the movie I had just finished and liked what I was watching. It wasn’t due out for another year but it looked good already. I managed to drop off to sleep about 3am and woke with a shock at the alarm it was set for 6am. I got out of bed and jumped in the shower. I spent the next 15 minutes trying to get my erection to go down, it worked at last when running the shower on cold. Even soft my cock was 6 inches and thick and was a tight fit in the cage.

I dressed and as instructed in an earlier email wore old white tshirt, tracksuit bottom and no underwear. I packed a bag with my phone, wallet and clothes to come back in. I got the lift down to the garage, whilst in the lift I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My arms popped out of the shirt and my chest showed up nicely and the bulge in my tracksuit bottoms was very showy. As the door to the elevator opened a woman in her 30’s was stood there, she was looking at her phone, her eyes followed my body up she lingered over my bulge and carried on up. When she got to face she looked surprised and smiled. I just smiled back and walked past her to my car. I get that a lot and I am sure she will be telling her friends of her encounter.

I got in my car and started the engine, I looked at the time, it was 7:30 I was due to arrive at 10am, it was an 90 minute drive depending on traffic. I pulled out the garage, music on load and started my drive to darkness.

The traffic was light for once and I arrived 9am. I pulled up outside an nice looking house on the outskirts of the town, it looked like a normal house with iron gates through to the driveway. I’d pulled up on the opposite side of the road and scanned around a couple of cars had passed me but it looked quite and most importantly no press were around. Now that really would be a story. I pulled out my phone sent and email to Tony saying I was signing off. I checked a few other messages and Tony’s reply a few minutes later saying have a good time and let me know when you are back.

I was just about to switch the phone off when a message popped up from him. It simply said “I see you outside in your car, pull up to the gate and your experience will start.” He must have camera’s on the road, even though I couldn’t see any. My heart was racing my cock was already pushing against the chastity device, this was my last chance to pull out. I could drive away get some bolt cutters and get this device off my cock and balls. “No” I shouted to myself, I had paid for this, I had thought about this for years, I wanted this, no I deserved this.

I started my car, put it into gear and pulled up to the gate. It didn’t open right away so I rolled down the window and pressed the button. A commanding voice came over the speaker.

“Pull in by the garage, enter the door and read the instruction on the floor, remember once you pull through these gates you can not stop what will happen to you.”

The gates opened, I drove through the gates pulled up by the garage. I checked my phone one last time and turned it off. I got out the car, grabbed my bag and stepped out. The drive gates and closed. This was it no turning back now. I opened the door and in front of me was a plain looking garage a single door was in front of me. As well as a mirror on the wall opposite. The door I had just entered, click shut I looked round and noticed it had a keypad entry on it so no way of getting out now. On the floor was a envelope. I picked it up ripped it open and read the note inside.

“Strip, kneel, wait” was all it said. I put my bag down, pulled off my trainers, socks and t-shirt. I stopped for a moment Looking in the mirror, I looked at my body, the hours of personal training had really paid off. My body was slim but muscular, my chest was chiseled, covered in hair and large nipples. My stomach was showing an 8 pack now and the V was very pronounced, my treasure trail covered most my lower stomach and went down under my trousers. My arms were bulging as well, I can see why men what a body like mine. I took my trousers down and looked at the chastity device my cock was pushing its hardest at it but it was not giving, it was locked in for who knows how long. I put my clothes and bag in a neat pile and kneeled on the concrete floor. I put my hands behind my back and waited.

It felt like a long time but was most likely only a few minutes but I heard the door behind me open. I heard footsteps come up behind me, nothing was said and no instructions so I just stayed where I was. Suddenly I felt handcuffs being put on my wrists, they were turned parm out and the cuffs were put on tight, very tight. The person putting on the cuffs, stood close beind me and pushed my head back into his crotch, I could feel his cock on the back of my head, he put a dirty looking jock strap in front of my face and brought it up to my face, I breathed in and could smell the musty smell of sweat, cock and piss, I breathed deeper inhaling the smell.

“I knew you would like these, open your mouth” he said.

It was the same voice as at the gate and the same voice you hear on the videos, in fact I knew who this was it was the main star of the videos, this was guy who did the abuse and torture. I opened my mouth and he stuffed the jock strap in, pushing every last bit in my mouth, he took some duck tape and wrapped it around my mouth and head several times. I had no way of getting this jock strap out and I could no not make a sound.

He leaned in and said in my ear “I have been wearing this for the last week, working out, making videos, and wanking into it, enjoy the taste.”

The taste was pungent but my cock was rock hard in its cage and the taste and smell got me more horny. Suddenly my world was plunged into darkness as a black out hood was pulled over my head.

I was yanked up by my cuffed arms which were pulled high and hard up my back causing my body to lean forward. I was pushed harshly I heard a door open, it must of been the only other door in the garage. I was pushed/marched/ forced what seemed like a corridor and through another door. I was then stopped turned round and the cuffs were tied to something in the floor as tight as they could be without forcing me to arch back.

A deep voice boomed out “Take the hood off the prisoner!”

My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the scene in front me, I bright stage light was in front of me, with a professional looking camera in front of that, the voice was come from behind the light, I turned my head to see what was around me. I could see the guy who had cuffed and gagged me, he was wearing gym shorts and vest, his arms bulging.

“Eyes forward prisoner” the deep voice guy from behind the light shouted.

“Prisoner 34527 you have been found guilty of possession of banned drugs with the intent to sell. You punishment was 4 years in state prison, however you have agreed to reduce that sentence to 12 months by submitting to an intense 4 day rehabilitation programme. This programme is to be carried out now, you have waived all rights to stop this treatment. Nod your head if this correct.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“This programme is designed to rehabilitate through torture, as a result a specific programme has been designed for you, this will include by is not limited to the following, you will be tied to a rack, for 12 hours, where you will be whipped, pegged and waxed, you will be hung by your feet where you will be flogged, you will be tied up overnight in painful and inescapable position, you will be placed on a cross for a minimum of 8 hours, you will be hung by your hands and you will be subjected to anything else we your guards and Masters deem fit. You will address me as Master and your guard as Sir. Any breaking of rules will be meet with hard punishment and prolonged stay in this facility.

Guard untie his cuffed hands and prepare for the first section of his punishment.”

My mind was racing these were all the things I had jerked off to whilst watching his videos, I always wondered how real they were and I was about to find out. My cock we pushing hard against its cage when the guard untied the rope attaching my cuffs to the floor and put the hood back on. I was forced to turn round and walk.

The guard whispered in my ear “I am looking forward to torturing you, the Hollywood Star, we have everything planned and as this video will never be public we don’t have to hold back. My Master is going out tonight and has told me to keep you busy and I have something very special planned for you boy!”

My heart was beating at this what did they mean they don’t have to hold back, was i beginning to regret my cock ruling my head.

I heard a door open and was lead into another room, I was stopped and pushed back against something made of wood.

“On the table prisoner, and slide back” said Master. “Guard attach the leg cuffs”

My ankles were pulled to the corner of the table and strapped in leather cuffs tightly, they were then connected to the corners with hooks I already had no movement in them and knew it would get worse.

“Remove the cuffs guard, prisoner lie back on the table”

The cuffs were removed and I leaned back, the table had a cover but it was still hard and ruff, before I knew it my right hand was pulled above my head and a leather cuff was attached and clicked into the top corner of the table, the same was done to my left hand, I was now tied spread eagle on the tablet which I knew had a winch on me that would pull me to breaking point.

“Remove the prisoners hood guard.”

“Yes Sir” replied the guard.

The hood was taken off and I look round I was indeed on the dungeon I had seen many times in the videos, 3 cameras were positioned around the table on moveable tripods, one at the feet end of the table and one at the side of the table and one towards the my right shoulder. I looked up and noticed a camera attached to the ceiling looking straight down, I also noticed a clock right above my head with 12 hours showing. I brought my head up and looked at my body on the table my caged cock was bulging again, my stomach was sunk in showing off my abs to perfection and my legs were tight.

“Prisoner 34527, the first step of your rehabilitation will begin now, that timer above your head has been set for 12 hours, this is the minimum time you will spend on this table, Guard start the timer”
I looked up and the clock moved to 11:59:58. A screen flicked on above me and showing back at me was my body tied to the table.

“Prisoner, we have found that seeing your body being tortured re-enforces the rehabilitation. You will get to see the punishment your crimes are coursing your body, the Guard has been trained by me in torture and he will be following my orders to the letter. Guard begin.”

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