GayBondageFiction

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.

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

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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The author has another kinky hook-up with his hunky dominant neighbor and his abusive friends.
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Hi Neighbor! – Part 2
by TXBound
Series: Hi Neighbor!

Several months had passed since I had been the victim of my neighbor’s wrestling matches. I would see him come and go from his house next door but our paths rarely crossed. I would see guys come and go from his house and wondered if they were having another Wrestle Mania. While it was somewhat scary at the time, I get hard every time I think about everything Rick and the rest of his friends did to me. Getting fucked repeatedly, sucking cock and forced to drink piss. Have to admit, if he asked I would probably go again.

As the weeks passed and the weather warmed again I would go back out into the yard. I had been working out so I was in great shape and looking good. I didn’t wear a shirt while doing yard work and went commando in hopes that I would see Rick again. I did catch him going to get his mail one day and he waved but didn’t stop to talk. I was disappointed at this point. Maybe he thought that I didn’t want to fuck him again. Hell, I’d let all of them fuck me to just get that blonde, hairy chested muscle god back into my ass.

I am out in front of my house a few weeks later with just my shorts and flip flops on and I hear a roar. It is Rick on his motorcycle. He comes roaring up in front of my house in the circle drive and tells me to get on. I don’t want to miss the opportunity so I tell him I need to get a shirt and lock the house. He tells me to lock the house but forget the shirt. He of course doesn’t have a shirt on and has that bronzed look with that perfectly trimmed hairy chest.

I get back and he tells me to climb on. I ask where are we headed and he tells me that we are going to take a little field trip to his boat. That sounds great. Some alone time with Rick. My dick starts getting hard and it shows since I am commando in my nylon shorts. I climb on the back and he tells me to hold on. I grabbed the rails on the back but he popped the cycle up and I almost lost my balance. He would take corners so fast that I thought I would sling off. Finally, I unintentionally grabbed around his waist on one acceleration. He turned his head and nodded yes. I took that as approval so I left my hands on his belly and reached down into his shorts and that massive dick came alive. About that time he put the gas to it and my hand squeezed his dick and balls. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

As we leave the city and get into the country side, I am enjoying feeling his hard cock in my hands and that soft belly fur. Suddenly he pulls the motor cycle off the road and into a grove of trees that block the view from the highway. He jumps off the bike and tells me to get off. I’m not sure what is happening but assume he has been here before. Then the Rick that I saw at the wrestling event comes out. “Strip” he says so I drop my shorts. “Strip” he says again. I am thinking that I am with my shorts on the ground around my ankles. I flick off the short and stand there with just my flip flops on. “I told you to strip and when I tell you to strip I don’t want anything on your body, feet and that includes rings, chain….. I quickly shed my flip flops. “Get on your knees” Rick says. Here I am totally naked in some trees and on my knees. He pulls out his hard cock from his shorts and tells me to suck. I start licking the head of his dick and he moans but then grabs my head and starts fucking my throat with strong powerful thrusts. I start to gag but he only goes harder so I am finally taking the whole dick down my throat to its base. “Stand up bend over and grab that tree” Rick says. I know what is about to happen and I start to tell him that I am not clean but he has none of that and grabs my nipples and squeezes them hard. “When I give you an instruction, you do it with no questions of comments.” I do as he says and he immediately rams that big dick into my ass without any lube. The friction is intense and I can feel his dick pulsing, he finally spits on his dick. He pounds my ass for a good five minutes as he starts to pull out, he tells me to get on my knees in front of him with my head back and my mouth open. I do as he says. I tell from his dick that I wasn’t clean but it doesn’t seem to bother him he strokes until he shoots a massive load into my mouth, on my face and chest. He then tells me to suck again and clean him up. I start to hesitate but decide not to and suck the cum and shit off his dick. “Now bitch you know your place” Rick tells me. “Put your shorts and shoes back on, we are headed on to the boat.” I pick up my shorts and start to wipe the cum off of my face and chest. He immediately grabs my balls and says “Remember Bitch, you follow my instructions and I didn’t tell you to wipe the cum and shit off, so leave it Bitch.” I do as he says. As we walk over to the motor cycle he says he has forgotten something and tells me to drop my shorts and bend over the bike. I assume that I am going to get fucked again. He walks around in front of me and pulls a large butt plug out of the bag. “You are going to love riding a bike with this up your ass boy.” He again rams the plug up my ass without benefit of any lube. “Don’t let it out boy” he says and the he gets on the bike and starts the motor. He tells me to get on and I do slowly because I can hardly move and don’t want to lose it. As soon as I get on the bike he revs up the motor and hits every bump in the road driving the plug into me even more. We ride for another 15 miles making turns at high speed so I have to hold on to him and that furry blonde chest.

When we get to the dock there are some people around. He looks at me with the dried cum caking on my face and pushes me into the water. The plug is now implanted into my ass. He points to a massive boat about fifty feet away and tells me to swim over to it. As I start swimming he says hello to the people on the dock and stops and talks to some of the guys. I see them hi-five and a couple of them look down at me swimming and trying to keep the plug from slipping out and embarrassing the hell out of me. As I reach the boat Rick is already there having run over from his friends and he throws over a ladder for me to climb up. I reach underneath me and push the plug back up into my ass and start the climb. As I start climbing up my shorts that are now soaked start to slide off. I start to grab them and Rick looks down and tells me “keep your hands off those shorts, let them fall where they fall.” I can feel them slip more as I climb and feel them sliding over my ass. My dick at least isn’t hard now but my ass is exposed and the shorts finally catch on the flat portion of the plug and stop. I hear a whistle and see some of the guys Rick was talking with enjoying a view of my ass. As I climb aboard Rick tells me to drop the shorts, so I do. I am totally naked on the deck of his boat. He then tells me to spin around slowly. Not sure what this is about but it is to let his friends have a good view and see that I have a large but plug up my ass . As I face away from them Rick tells me to bend over and he laughs and does a Vanna White imitation to my ass and that causes they crowd of guys to erupt in yells.

Rick then takes me down into the hull of the boat. It is large with two rooms and a kitchen area. As we get down the stairs, Rick points to the bathroom and tells me to get cleaned up and shave but leave the door open. He is still using his Master voice so I obey. I open the bathroom door to find an enema hose connected as well as clippers and razors. Meanwhile Rick is across the room working out. He has a small gym on the boat. As I use the enema on myself he watches between lifts. Thankfully there is an exhaust vent because I hate the smell after an enema. I then get into the shower and lather up and start shaving my balls and dick. Making sure I don’t knick myself. Then I reach around and start shaving my ass as well so Rick can watch me. I then hear something and Rick is naked behind me and he grabs the razor and shaves my ass. By this time he is hard again and starts fucking me from behind. Pounding me into the shower wall. He doesn’t care, he just wants what is his and that is my ass.

When he has finished cuming I do another enema to clean out. He comes back in after that to inspect me. “You didn’t shave” I started to argue but decided that wouldn’t be wise. He points to my arms and legs and I realize he wants me totally hairless. I hope he doesn’t want my head shaved. I also have a three day beard but he tells me to leave that. I shave my arms, pits, legs and what little hair I have on my chest. This time when he inspects, he approves. He then tells me to get the clippers. He can tell that I am worried that he is going to shave my head but he tells me what blade to put on and to start trimming his chest. He stares me right in the eyes as I start exerting his dominance, never blinking. I slowly run the clippers over his chest. Over his pec’s, around his large nipples and down his belly to the happy trail. He then tells me to put on another blade to trim his cock and balls. I do it slowly so I don’t nick him with the trimmers, this is hot and I am hard. When I finish his balls he tells me to trim his legs as well and then turns and has me trim his blonde hairy ass with the clippers. The bathroom is small so it is hard to get the right angle without him bending over totally. I get the impression that he doesn’t bend over much. When I am finished he tells me to get a towel and wipe off his legs and butt. His back was hairless which was good. As I finish he says “spread my ass and eat.” I start rimming his ass. As I do he backs up and pins my head between him and the wall and makes sure my nose and tongue are deep inside his crack. “Get your tongue in deeper, boy” he demands so I do everything I can but he tells me it is not enough. He gets pissed and keeps yelling and I try but just can’t go deeper. Finally he pulls out and tells me to get on my knees and follow him.

I do as I am told and follow across the floor to a room that I thought was a bedroom. I am told to keep my head down and look at the floor. As we enter the room all I can see is that the floor changes from beautiful wood to a rubber mat floor. I immediately remember the wrestling rings at his house. As we enter he pulls me up by the hair on my head and I see a complete dungeon just before he puts a hood over my head. I am then chained with my hands stretched over my head and my feet spread and chained to the floor in the middle of the dungeon. I hear Rick leave and a while later I hear some talking and the boat’s motors start. We start moving. I don’t know how much time passed but we traveled for a while and then the motors shut down and I heard him drop the anchor.

After about 30 minutes, the boat is swaying in the water I hear the door open and suddenly there are hands on my naked body. I hear Rick in his master voice say, “boy, you are my bitch until I decide otherwise. You have not followed instructions in the woods or in the shower so you will be punished. To make sure you understand boy, you are to do everything I tell you without question. You are a cum dump for the next several days you will provide entertainment to me and whoever else I choose.” With that the flogging started. At first it was easy but the longer he went it seemed like he got angry and finally my ass felt like it was blistered. When he finished with the flogger he started with a paddle. Tears were flowing from my eyes and I started to sob. He just laughed,” boy go ahead and scream we are out in the middle of the water in a sound proof dungeon. You can scream and beg all you want but I will flog, paddle, torture and fuck you all that I want.” I begin to wonder that my weakness for this blonde stud has gotten me into.

After the flogging, I feel my balls being stretched then a crushing feeling. I can’t see anything with the hood on but I can feel my nuts screaming and almost feel nauseous. Rick then starts playing with my nipples and I feel suction cups being placed on them. He pumps and pumps and my nips are now screaming just like my balls. He lifts up the hood and I see his face two inches from mine. He tells me to open my mouth and he spits into it repeatedly and then puts his tongue down my throat. He pulls the hood off finally and tells me that he wants me to enjoy the next exercise. He pulls up a chair in front of me and has what looks like a tool kit on his bare legs. “I think these clamps on your balls need to be tightened, don’t you boy – I quickly say yes sir for fear what he would do if I didn’t so he tightens the clamps more and my balls are flattened even more in the vise. Rick then grabs my dick and pulls a sound out of the kit and lubes it up. He starts with a fairly small one but works his way up in size and fucks my dick with each one. “Boy, I am going to fuck with every hole in that body of yours and you are going to thank me. When he finally finished with the sounds he tightened the ball clamps more which brought a scream. That led to another bare ass spanking. He finally released me from hanging after about three hours. “Boy, did you enjoy that” I nodded my head yes so he tells me to bend over and show him how much I enjoyed it. I was supposed to back up onto his dick while he stood there and fuck myself with his throbbing dick. I finally felt him shoot into my ass and he comes around after he finished and tells me to clean his dick and balls. As he does he slaps the ball crusher and nip clamps and I moan. “Boy, you just don’t learn. You don’t moan you don’t say anything unless I ask. This time he brings out the flogger and starts flogging my semi erect dick. It hurts like hell in the head but I still get hard which causes it to be even more sensitive.

Finally, I am released and put in a cage. The ball crushers and nipple clamps are removed but he enjoys seeing me cringe and flinch when he played with my nips and balls. He finally brings me some food and water. I drink and eat. I have no idea what time it is and fall asleep. I hear a bell ringing and Rick appears. He opens the door to the cage and tells me to follow him. I would try to run at this point but I don’t know where I would go and I am not a great swimmer, plus I am totally naked and shaved. He tells me to get into the shower and clean up inside and out because the party is about to begin. I don’t like that because I remember what happened last time. But I obey.

As I get finished Rick comes over and puts a collar around my neck and some chains on my feet and arms. He then tells me to follow him up on the deck. It is late night now and totally dark. I have a hard time seeing but see other boats in the distance. Rick reaches down and attached something to the chains on my feet and then the one connecting my arms. I then hear an electric motor and realize it is a wench and it is lifting me off the ground. A band with a hook on it is placed around my waist. I am now swinging above the deck of the boat. Rick comes up to me and tells me that I have forgotten my jewelry. He puts a spreader in my mouth and a blind fold on me and then puts the nipple clamps and ball stretchers back on me. I am slowly lifted into the air and over the side of the boat. My heart is pounding because I think it is going to put me into the water like this and I will drown. I suddenly feel something cold on my ass as I get closer to the water. He is evidently loading me onto a barge. I realize that the barge has a fuck bench that I am chained on to loosely but my balls are tightly anchored to the barge. Every wave causes my body to move one direction and my balls to be pulled another. My ass is spread and my head is dick high. Rick leans down and tells me to be a good boy to his friends, that after last time they wanted a piece of me again. He laughs and says to save some for him.

He gets back on the boat and takes off leaving a wake that causes the small barge bouncing in the water and severe pain in my balls. There is a red light flashing on the barge. I am now a floating male whore house. As Rick leaves, I hear him blast his horn and as he does all the other boats around sound their horns as well. I then hear some splashes. Several minutes later the barge starts swaying more people are coming out of the water. They are all naked and start laughing and complimenting Rick on his catch. I feel hands exploring my body in the dim red light and then a dick is thrust into my mouth and I am told to suck like my life depended on it. By this time a couple more guys have climbed on board and are torturing me with the ball stretcher and nipple clamps. All of a sudden I feel water on my ass. The cool is refreshing but then a loud slap and my ass burns. Rick has evidently left all kinds of equipment on the barge. My ass gets about 20 strokes and burns like hell. Probably too that I had the spreader on my mouth otherwise I might have bitten the guys dick off when that first paddle hit my wet ass. My ass was on fire when I felt my first penetration of the night. I was now being fucked in the ass and in the mouth. My dick had already been fucked with the sounds. Evidently Rick had left nothing to the imagination. He had left instructions. “Guys” I hear one of them say. Rick says we should fuck and cum in his ears while he gets his ass and mouth loads. The guy in front has been going a while and I feel him cum and shooting down as I try to swallow his seed. The two on either side of me are jacking and the guy pounding my ass finally shoots about the same time the two on the sides shoot cum into my ears and onto my head. “Boys” one of them says, “It’s time to switch so each one takes turns at another position. I hear the horn, I guess over an hour has passed and the guys jump off the barge and head back to their boats. I think that it is over but in a few minutes another bunch arrive and they have their own plans. Through the night I am fucked, made to suck/swallow cock/cum and am a cum dump. My ass is beet red from all the beatings.

The last group was the worst. They arrived after about 5or 6 other groups. Evidently this wasn’t the first barge party that had been held. They knew what they were doing. They arrived and one announced that I look like a mess and need to be washed off. Three of them start pissing on me and the one in front makes me take his dick and drink his piss. The one in the rear announced that I need a piss enema and proceeds to piss into my ass. After they finish pissing on me they all take turns fucking me. Finally the bell rings again. I expect another group to arrive but I can hear a boat pulling up. The barge is pulling my balls but at this point I am numb. I hear Rick, “boy you look like shit, and I need to clean you up before bringing you on my boat. He takes his hose and starts spraying me off. He then uses the wench to raise me off the barge and the sprays me more from top to bottom. He then inserts a smaller hose into my ass and fills me up.

As he removes it I see water and cum shooting out into the water below. “You are one hungry cum slut boy.” He laughs and loads me back on to the boat. I can see the sun coming up in the distance. I must have been out there for a good 7/8 hours being fucked in all holes. As we got on the boat Rick was naked with a raging hard on. I guess he had been watching everything all night. While I was hanging from the wench he turned on all the deck lights so all the other boats could see. “Boy, I get sloppy seconds” and he proceeds to fuck me repeatedly at both ends. When he is finished just before dawn he raises his fist and all the horns sound, like a tribute.

For the next two days the same occurs. During the day Rick takes pleasure in torturing me and making me serve him in any way he wants. He has inserts an inflatable dildo into my ass and then lets me go to the deck. The dildo is chained to the deck so I can’t leave without ripping my ass. Open. Each night the barge parties get rougher. Rick has fisted me and spread me over the weekend in preparation of the final night. This night, I am placed on a platform on the barge but I am on my back with my legs in stirrups. My balls are being stretched upward tonight to a beam across the small barge. There are bins of toys all around. The first guys arrive and cram dildos up my ass and into my mouth before they get bored and finally fuck me. The final guys were pros. They arrived and went for a bucked that hadn’t been opened. They come around and drop the end of the table so that my head is hanging back off the table and they fasten it to the table so I can’t move. I feel something going on with my ass and suddenly, I am opened up. The guy is laughing. He tells the other guy that this is going to be fun because even thought I have been fucked repeatedly the last couple of days I am still relatively tight. I feel his fingers going in and out the other guy tells me to suck his dick to take my mind off of what is going to happen to my ass. I feel something going deeper and deeper and has the feeling that I need to shit. I am moaning and begging because I don’t want to shit but I know that it is just a feeling. They are both laughing and telling me how much fun this is going to be – going to be. The start to switch places and the guy in front goes over to another bin. The guy that had been working on my ass comes to the front and tells me to suck his cock but if I bite or scratch him, he will tie my balls up in fishing line so tight it will cut them off. I think he meant it too. I can see out of the corner of my eye the other guy pulling something out of the bin. I am about to choke on this guy’s massive cock but can see the guy holding something big long and black. I figure that it is another big dildo but he comes down to show me that he has a big black eel and they are going to put it where the sun don’t shine. The other guy crams his hugs dick down my throat so I can’t scream and I feel ass spreading open and something moving wildly both guys are yelling and admiring their work as the first one cums. They trade places so the other one can cum again as the movement in my ass gets beyond belief. I don’t remember anything after that point and pass out.

I wake up the next day in the bed next to Rick on the boat. He wakes up with a massive boner and rolls over and gently takes me in his arms and fucks me like nothing has ever happened. After he fed me breakfast he throws me a pair of short running shorts and the butt plug. We get back on his bike with nothing on but shorts and start back. I have my hands around his waist now and can feel his dick getting hard. As we approach the grove of trees he turns his head and I nod yes. He pulls off the road. I totally strip and get on my knees. Then then he is ready, I stand and bend over and brace myself and he fucks me for the last time that weekend. Only this time he shoots his load in my ass. He then tells me that I have done well after a bumpy start and he wants to reward me so for the first time in three days, he sucks me off and I shoot the biggest load I have ever shot.

As he finishes, he tells me to get my f’in shorts back on and he takes pride in cramming the plug back into my ass. We head back to the city on his bike. When he drops me off at my house he smiles and tells me it was a good weekend and I can look forward to some more adventures. And because I was good, I can keep the toy inserted in my ass.

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More Than Just a Broke Straight Boy
by Bryan Smith

It all started when I was 12 or 13. You know […]

Homophobic attorney and former Playgirl model Eddie is blackmailed by a gay admirer who forces the arrogant & hairy stud to strip down for a bound tickle & cum control session in Richard’s prequel to his “Arrogant Bank CEO Tied, Tickled and Milked” story. Another hot one from Richard!
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An Arrogant Attorney Tickled
by Richard

Alex Hunter could not believe his luck when he learned that none other than Edward Harrison, Esq. had signed to and had been sharing office space on one of the floors of the high-rise office building managed by the office management company he ran.

Then again Alex could have kicked himself when he learned that Eddie Harrison had in fact been doing so for a few months- he was awestruck when he encountered Eddie himself in one of the building elevators, the 6’ 4” stud still incredibly handsome in his expensive, well-tailored suit, his gym-toned musculature evident underneath.

Alex recognized Eddie immediately- the stud had been a noted Playgirl centerfold and prior to that had run his own website that openly catered to a gay clientele who drooled over his hunky body. Alex had to admit that he himself had subscribed to Eddie’s now-long-defunct website even though the over-priced site really only had nude photos of days in his life and nothing hardcore, not even “solos” or with any other people. It was clearly kind of a narcissistic site by which straight dude Eddie was able to pay his way through law school by being financed by his gay followers. Eddie was pretty upfront about the fact that he was posting on his website to finance his way through law school, with several of the photos of a nude Eddie studying his bar review materials to pass the bar exam, etc. Later, he became even better known after his Playgirl centerfold. Alex had held out hope that Eddie might have been gay or at least bisexual given the fact that many of the Playgirl centerfolds were, but it was clear from his website that unfortunately he was clearly straight.

Alex had later learned that Eddie had in fact become a licensed attorney and was very much married, and the website not only disappeared but it seemed that he was determined to remove as many of his old pics posted on the Internet as possible- he must have found it embarrassing since he had always used his real name and clearly he was not so narcissistic as to have his clients and staff googling him and finding pics of him naked and many depicting him with hard-ons to boot!

In any case, Alex had learned from others in the office building that Eddie was not only straight but pretty homophobic as well so it was clear that the asshole was just a tease that used gay people to finance his way through law school, exploiting his hunky body to rake in the bucks.

Alex had been in charge with equipping the office building with its security surveillance cameras so he could not resist personally setting up secret surveillance cameras after hours hidden in the ceiling of Eddie’s private office with the monitors being fed directly to Alex’s own office in the management office. Alex got a kick out of watching Eddie’s comings and goings and learning his habits, the better to keep track of him. Through the secret surveillance, Alex was pleased to learn that Eddie had recently joined and was in the habit of working out several lunchtimes per week at the nearby upscale gym Alex had belonged to for years. Alex therefore made a point of visiting that very gym that afternoon, one of the afternoons Eddie indicated he worked out there.

Sure enough, as Alex approached the gym that afternoon he saw Eddie wheel his S-Class Mercedes into the lot, park, and saunter over to the entrance in his clearly expensive, well-tailored suit carrying a designer gym bag. Alex surreptitiously followed Eddie as he checked in and then proceeded to the locker room. Alex had already learned from his video surveillance that Eddie had purchased an “elite” membership that entitled him to the use of the “executive” locker room within the general locker room, an area partitioned off with a clear Plexiglas door that required a code for admittance. It was really kind of a rip-off by the gym since it was basically no different from the rest of the locker room and shared the same common-area showers, Jacuzzi, steam and sauna with the “regular” members, but was simply a bit more private of a changing area and with the cachet of connoting privileged status. Just the same, Alex had upgraded his own membership to “elite” status so that he could stalk Eddie all the more, so that soon after he observed Eddie keying in the special code for admittance to the “executive” locker area, Alex followed suit (literally), keying in the code and entering unobserved, just steps behind the impeccably-suited Eddie.

Alex noted that Eddie had chosen an unoccupied bay of lockers adjacent to the mirrored vanity areas set up with Kleenex, hair dryers, etc. for the “executive” members’ use so Alex chose the bay of lockers beyond to store his own gym stuff. Alex had already determined from previous visits that the mirrors of the back-to-back mirrored vanity areas were uniquely positioned so that when one stood ostensibly combing one’s hair, etc,. out of view from the locker bays, one could in fact clearly view any activity going on in the adjacent locker bays from the mirrored vanity areas with anyone in the adjacent locker bays unaware that their privacy was compromised at all.

The exclusiveness of the “executive” locker area pretty much guaranteed that it was never crowded so Alex was easily able to station himself at the mirrored vanity area armed with his i-Phone video camera and was able to secretly record Eddie’s disrobing in the adjacent bay, capturing him as he stripped out of his expensive suit and tie and unbuttoned his designer shirt to reveal his suntanned, darkly haired chest, the very one Alex had lusted over years ago on Eddie’s website, followed by his suit pants, leaving him clad in only his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and calf-length dark socks. Alex had expected Eddie to probably just put on gym shorts over the boxer briefs but was instead treated to Eddie suddenly yanking down his boxer briefs and tossing them into his gym bag, exposing his cute ass, pale white in contrast to the rest of his suntanned body and, as he turned, exposing his sizeable manhood and pendulous balls below his sexy thatch of jet-black pubic bush. Alex was even more pleased when Eddie then suddenly bent way over, rummaging in his gym bag for his workout gear thereby unwittingly exposing the tiny, pink, hair-haloed rosebud of his virgin ass, the sexy aperture Eddie never seemed to ever fully expose either on his website or in his Playgirl spread.

Alex loved the fact that Eddie had dug out a somewhat well-worn Bike jockstrap which he put on, reverently tucking his precious privates into its pouch and adjusting the elastic straps over his humpy ass before donning black Underarmour compression shorts and then a pair of gray gym shorts as well as a yellow, form-fitting tank-top tee shirt, which accentuated his gym-toned arms and bulging biceps, also exposing his sexy, jet-black-haired armpits to great effect.

Alex then ceased his i-Phone video and went into the locker bay on the other side of the vanity away from Eddie where he then changed into his own workout gear. Alex then proceeded to work out himself in full view of the exercise room where he furtively watched Eddie participating in a kick boxing class gyrating around and working up a great sweat. After the class, Eddie did some additional cardio including the exercise bike, so that in the hour plus time Eddie was sexily sweat-soaked, large areas of dampness evident under his arms and staining the waistband of his gym shorts and compression shorts and no doubt his hidden sweat-soaked jock strap as well.

Following at a discreet distance when Eddie returned to the “executive” locker room to change, Alex again went past the locker bay chosen by Eddie and extracted his i-Phone to again record Eddie as he disrobed, Eddie having first yanked a plastic bag off of a roll dispenser thoughtfully provided by the management for keeping one’s sweaty gym wear away from the rest of one’s gym bag. Alex secretly watched and video recorded as Eddie removed his sweaty tank top and then his gym shorts, compression shorts and jockstrap in one fall swoop, again unwittingly bending over and exposing his now sweaty virgin hole once again, as well as his sweaty cock and hairy balls, before placing them all into the plastic bag and into his gym bag.

Alex was able to carefully note the 4-digit code 9-7-7-4 Eddie had chosen to secure his locker before scrambling the numbers. This meant that once Eddie draped himself with a gym towel and padded off to the showers in his shower sandals Alex was able to quickly enter his locker code and extract the prize of all of Eddie’s sweat-soaked gym stuff and depart the gym before Eddie returned.

Alex cherished those intoxicating garments over the next several weeks, inhaling the manly fragrance of his straight hetero hero as he watched the iPhone videos as well, his body exploding in showers of cum as Alex sniffed and inhaled the aromas of Eddie’s most intimate areas including his manly armpits, cock, balls and asscrack at will, stray pubic hairs having also been caught in the workout gear. Alex was in heaven.

Meanwhile, Alex had the pleasure of viewing the recordings of the secret video cameras in Eddie’s private office. Alex soon realized that many of Eddie’s activities being recorded could be later used as “blackmail” material. That is, it was clear that Eddie was sexually harassing his young receptionist, threatening her on camera with the loss of her job in this tough economy if she didn’t “put out” for him whenever he felt like it. Soon, Alex had amassed several episodes of a fully naked, sweaty Eddie powerfully plowing the equally naked receptionist on his desk, Alex glued to the sight of Eddie’s humpy, bare white ass as he mercilessly drilled his pistoning cunt-rammer in and out of the poor receptionist, unknowingly giving Alex a great view of his sweaty, hair-haloed asshole which winked at the hidden camera as he mercilessly rabbit-humped the poor young woman with his mighty cunt-rammer, his hairy balls slapping against her until grunting and withdrawing, and erupting in splattering fountains of the hotshot lawyer’s cum all over her ample tits. Alex was gratified to have finally seen Eddie in action and actual cum shots instead of the softcore stuff Eddie had posted on his old website. Eddie then forced the receptionist to scoop his cum off of her tits and lovingly suck and lick up each drop of the studly dude’s baby-makers as Eddie laughed heartily at her expense and pointed at her embarrassing task, ordering her to lick up every fuckin’ gooey drop of the product of his manly, precious balls.

Alex further got a kick out of a later recorded “session” with the receptionist that revealed a bit of a kinkier side to Eddie. Eddie apparently had something of a “footjob fetish” and forced his young receptionist to give him a strip show/lap dance as she stripped down to nothing save for her gartered nylons and then sit across from him and rub her nyloned feet over his suit-panted crotch. Eddie then ordered her to untie his polished wingtips with her teeth, remove his shoes and lick and sniff the foot odor of his sweaty black socks, before ordering her to remove them with her teeth and then suck on all of his toes like little cocks, while Eddie masturbated himself through his suit pants enjoying the humiliation of his groveling receptionist. Eddie even went so far as to have her loosely “tie” him to his executive chair with spare neckties, unzip his suit pants and rub both of her nyloned feet over his rampant cock, and unbutton his dress shirt to rub one nyloned foot over his hairy chest and nips until Eddie loudly moaned and exploded with cum all over her nyloned feet, and then ordered her to humiliatingly lick his cum off of them, as Eddie sadistically smiled at this ultimate humiliation, enjoying the power he had over his lowly, cowering receptionist, afraid for her job.

Further, Alex had recorded several instances where Eddie had fleeced his clients out of substantial sums of cash in “loan modification” scams for which he did little if any work yet kept the cash. Since he gave no receipts the clients were left without a remedy or any proof that any cash was paid.

Soon Alex had more than enough ammunition to “blackmail” Eddie with. Alex first removed the secret video cameras from Eddie’s office after hours, then set up a generic e-mail account and e-mailed Eddie, attaching screen caps of the videos and threatening to send them to his wife, post them on the Internet, and/or report him to State Bar authorities.

Eddie was scared shitless when he saw them, not to mention embarrassed since he appeared naked in most of them and even in that kinky foot fetish scene. How the fuck did this asshole get videos of him from his private office? And who the fuck did this blackmailer think he was- messing up Eddie’s sex life like this!? For once in his selfish life, Eddie was not in control and he hated it. Eddie hired an investigator to search his office for video cameras or “bugs” yet came up with nothing. Eddie e-mailed Alex back demanding to know what he wanted to keep this shit from being seen by anyone, that he did not have a lot of money, but how much did Alex want?

Alex e-mailed Eddie back that the sum was “negotiable” and they could discuss it in person- instructing Eddie to book a hotel room at a local luxury hotel on Saturday and then e-mail Alex with the room number.

Eddie balked at the unnecessary expense of a hotel room (and why the fuck did he want him to get a fucking hotel room??), suggesting a Starbuck’s instead. But when Alex threatened to post the shit if he did not, Eddie relented and did as instructed.

Accordingly, Alex strode down the hall of the deluxe hotel he had ordered Eddie to book carrying a briefcase ostensibly containing the blackmail material, and knocked on the door of the room number Eddie had provided. In the likely event that Eddie would come armed or intent on beating the shit out of him, Alex took the precaution of arming himself with a handgun.

Sure enough, the cocky, hot-headed Eddie was practically at Alex’s throat the minute he entered the room and set his briefcase down, Eddie wildly gesticulating his arms and pointing his finger at Alex demanding to know what the fuck he was up to, that he should beat the shit out of him. Alex had to admit that even furious, Eddie was sexy as hell, once again clad in one of his expensive, finely-tailored suits.

Alex ordered Eddie to calm down, indicating that Eddie should sit in one of the side chairs so they could “discuss” the matter. As Eddie did as instructed, Alex demanded to know if Eddie had brought any weapons with him and to prove that he was “clean” of same.

Although it had occurred to Eddie to do so he in fact had not brought any weapons and said so. In fact, Eddie had intended to use his fists to beat some sense into the fucking blackmailer.

But Eddie was shocked when Alex suddenly extracted his handgun from under his own suit coat and pointed it at Eddie ordering Eddie to “prove” that he had no weapons on him.

“What the fuck? Are you out of your fucking mind? Put that thing down! I told you I brought nothing, asshole!” fumed Eddie.

“I need to make sure, and then we can talk. Prove it,” replied Alex.

Seething with even more anger, Eddie made a business about standing up and removing his suit coat and then emptying his suit pant’s pockets of wallet, car keys, etc. before turning the pockets inside out, then saying “Satisfied, asshole?” with an annoying smirk.

“Not really. You could have a knife, a switchblade or something concealed in your shoe, under your shirt, even under your waistband for all I know. I need to be sure. Take ‘em off!” ordered Alex.

“What the fuck? This is fucking unbelievable! No way that’s gonna happen, asshole.” replied Eddie.

As Alex threatened to just leave and send the shit to his wife and the authorities, Eddie said “OK, OK I’ll take off my fucking shoes and show you there’s nothing there!” fumed Eddie.

Eddie then sat down and proceeded to remove his shoes and then his socks. “See nothing there, asshole,” feeling slightly ridiculous being rendered barefoot like this.

“Now the shirt and pants, just to make sure” ordered Alex.

“What the fuck? For Christ’s sake, this is ridiculous! No way!” protested Eddie.

After further threats to reveal the videos to the world, Eddie, fuming, had no choice but to comply, removing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his gym-toned, hairy chest to Alex’s gaze and separating it to reveal he had no weapon concealed there, and then unbuckled his designer belt and waistband of his elegant suit pants, stating “See- nothing anywhere, asshole!”

“Just the same, and since you’ve threatened to ‘beat the shit out of me’ with your bare hands, I’d be more comfortable if you were, shall we say, not in a position to be as much of a threat to me- a naked man under restraint is less of a threat” noted Alex.

“Are you completely whacked? No way am I fucking stripping naked- you can see I brought no weapons, asshole! And what do you mean, ‘under restraint’?”

“Just do it. Or should I just call your wife? I’m sure she’d be interested to learn you’ve been balling your receptionist!” replied Alex.

Left with no options, a disbelieving Eddie found himself removing his designer shirt and dropping his suit pants, leaving him clad in only his form-fitting white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

“I said everything, asshole!” crowed Alex.

Fuming and blushing at the same time, Eddie had no choice but to drop his Calvins, revealing his sizeable flaccid manhood and pendulous balls below his sexy thatch of jet-black pubic bush, his humpy ass further revealed in the mirror behind him.

Alex then tossed Eddie an open pair of police handcuffs and ordered him to fasten them behind his back, saying “I want to make sure you’re in no position to harm me.”

“No way, asshole! This is insane!” fumed Eddie.

But further threats to go to his wife and/or reveal his kinkier peccadilloes including the foot fetish made Eddie see the light and he eventually complied.

Now Alex finally had the hunky, powerfully built Eddie right where he wanted him- totally bareassed butt naked and defenseless, hands cuffed behind him.

To emphasize Eddie’s predicament, Alex set about picking up all of Eddie’s discarded clothes and shoving them into the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers, which was lockable, locking them in there and pocketing the key.

This made Eddie feel all the more naked and vulnerable- what if this nutcase just left him like this- totally bareassed, handcuffed, and fucking helpless, to be found by some hotel maid or something in this condition!?

“OK, asshole, so now let’s talk,” began Eddie. “Just how much do you want? I’m not rich you know.” hazarded Eddie, wanting to get this whole thing settled so he could get on with his life.

“Actually it isn’t money I want…” replied Alex.

“Not money?? What the fuck? Then what the fuck DO you want, asshole!?” replied Eddie, incredulous that anyone would not want money. Eddie couldn’t get enough of it.

“I want YOU, stud” replied Alex.

The homophobic Eddie was completely shocked and outraged. “You fuckin’ sicko faggot! That’s disgusting!”

But Eddie then began thinking, shrewdly calculating a way out of this mess without his having to pay the blackmailer a cent. The fuckin’ wimp cocksucker probably just wanted to suck on his big cunt-rammer and that would be the end of it.

“So what is it, fag? You mean all this is about getting a chance to suck my big fuckin’ dick? You like it, eh?” teased Eddie, proudly waving his long, flaccid cock from side to side beneath his lush pubic bush for emphasis, only slightly hobbled by being handcuffed, Eddie suddenly aware that due to the blackmailer’s interference and the worry about being blackmailed, Eddie hadn’t been getting any sex from either his wife or the receptionist for the better part of the week. And Eddie had always heard that faggots were better at sucking dicks than most chicks.

“Sure, for starters anyway. It’s about time, since I used to subscribe to your website, Eddie. The one that got you through law school on our dime. But you never showed more than your naked body- Nothing more- leaving us wanting more….” replied Alex.

“Aha. So that’s it. You recognize me, then, eh?” queried the narcissistic Eddie, flattered. “Yeah, it was pretty clever of me to do that, eh? You gay guys anteing up to drool over my hot pecker and me getting my way through law school paid in full!”

“OK dude then it’s a deal. You get to suck my cock in exchange for all copies of those tapes. Deal?” queried Eddie, again, taking a wide, powerful stance, planting his size 12 feet wide apart and teasingly waving and thrusting his expanding manhood at Alex, Eddie feeling a frisson of sexual excitement stirring throughout his manly loins, made stronger by his sense of regaining power over the situation by his clever deal-making— shit, it might not even be that bad having this fag drool over his manhood and submissively giving him a fucking first class blowjob. Eddie felt back in charge- the way he liked it.

Alex’s reply was not to say that that was a “deal” since he did not intend to stop at just doing that, but Eddie stupidly thought he had accepted the “deal” when Alex approached the bound Eddie and submissively dropped to his knees, grabbing Eddie’s cock and starting to suck him off, the 6’ 4” attorney relishing the power of towering over the kneeling, shorter faggot cocksucker as he submissively serviced his big dick, Eddie experiencing a frisson of excitement at the idea of having his sexy body worshipped by the submissive, kneeling Alex.

Alex soon had his nose happily buried in Eddie’s lush pubes inhaling their manly scent as the handcuffed Eddie began to thrust his sexy hips and grunt with pleasure as Alex expertly gave him head, Eddie discovering that he was actually amazingly horny, and, hell, any port in a storm!

Alex kept Eddie perfectly primed, tugging on and sniffing and tonguing Eddie’s hairy ballsacs as Eddie mewled with lust and then plunging back down on his tumescent manhood. A few minutes more of this and Eddie knew he would blow his big load— shit this was gonna be so simple and Eddie would even get to blow his massive, pent-up wad all over the faggot blackmailer and serve him right—though he would probably enjoy it, the sicko, reasoned Eddie, but then Eddie would have the blackmail material and everyone leaves happy- Perfect!

Alex repeatedly brought Eddie to the brink of a ball-shattering orgasm, only to back off and deliberately deny him the pleasure.

It was music to Alex’s ears as Eddie kept wildly thrusting down Alex’s throat going “That’s it! Yeah, do it man! Just like that! Uh huh! Uh Huh! Uh huh! Any second now….” only for Alex to back off and leave the panting Eddie protesting “Hey! What gives? I was just gonna blow! C’mon, man, finish me off goddammit!” as he thrust his hips wildly trying to make contact and get his horny rocks off. Eddie wasn’t used to having his sexual release denied like this and feeling so deprived of the accustomed satisfying completion he regularly demanded and received.

Alex then stood up and said “Oh, I think that sort of pleasure is a long way off for you, Eddie! Don’t you think you need to be punished a little for all of your misdeeds? Sexual harassment of your receptionist? Cheating on your wife? Stealing money from clients? Eddie, you’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you? I’m sure your receptionist, wife and clients would love to see you getting your comeuppance or is it cum-uppance? Haha! That’s why I’ve been videoing this from the get-go! There’s a whirring video camera that has been running in my briefcase the whole time through that little plastic window in the front concealing the lens!”

“What the fuck? You’ve been FILMING this, too? You fuckin’ faggot- I’m gonna fuckin’ KILL you for this, you asshole!” fumed Eddie, mortified that he’d been filmed stripping naked and then having his dick sucked by another man on tape. It was one thing for it to have secretly happened in private but to have it preserved for posterity (and further blackmail!!) was unthinkable! And he felt ridiculous, hopping around handcuffed, totally bareassed naked with his still-hard and unsatisfied boner waving around, after being forced to strip completely naked on camera by the damned blackmailer.

Eddie was shocked at how powerless he now was. Seconds later he found himself with his otherwise powerful 6’ 4” muscular body, capable of beating the shit out of anyone who defied him, easily shoved over toward the bed, with one further short but surprisingly forceful shove from Alex sending his handcuffed hunky body sprawling forward onto the bottom portion of the bed on his stomach, with his humpy and deserving pale white ass upturned invitingly from his position, with his wrists still handcuffed behind him. Moreover, Alex was then easily able to take the ankle spreader bar he had brought in the briefcase and attach it to each of Eddie’s widespread naked ankles so that his attempts to kick Alex were now futile, the spreader bar also keeping Eddie’s powerful, muscular legs widespread for further festivities.

As Eddie fumed and cursed at this outrageous indignity, he was shocked when he felt Alex first begin swatting Eddie’s upturned ass with his bare hands and then with Eddie’s own designer leather belt until Eddie’s deserving ass was fire-engine red and burning like a brushfire had ignited on it, the belt even occasionally lightly whacking Eddie’s dangling, hairy balls, not really injuring them, but scaring the shit out of him, fearing for the fate of his precious, manly balls, that the sex-mad, powerful attorney Eddie might be rendered a fucking impotent eunuch by this crazed asshole, never to be able to enjoy sex ever again.

“Bet your receptionist, wife and your clients will love seeing this, Eddie!” crowed Alex as Eddie continued to amusingly curse, let out high-pitched shrieks and beg for Alex to stop whacking his deserving ass.

Alex then took some tiny artist paintbrushes from his briefcase and began lightly tracing them over the quivering cheeks of Eddie’s pinkish-red, burning ass and sliding them through the hairy channel of his asscrack, only to circle and tickle and tease Eddie’s hopelessly exposed, hair-haloed virgin rosebud and down over his perineum to his dangling hairy balls, causing Eddie to go “OH MY GOD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?? NOT THERE!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HEEEEHEHEHEHEHEH OHHHHHH MY GODDDD!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” as the tickling teasing objects drove him wild with the insane tickling, yet erotic, sensations which coursed through his horny body and he squealed, squirmed and giggled like a girl at the incredible feeling, his unfulfilled cock still rock hard and dripping, still being denied its much-needed release.

“You like that, Eddie? You like having your tight, butch asshole tickled and teased?” queried Alex, Eddie too out of it to respond other than to imply a resounding “YES!” by the reactions of his horny body to the incredible sensations being forcibly rendered to his most private, intimate orifice for his tormentor’s sadistic pleasure.

Alex then amused himself by burying his face into Eddie’s hairy asscrack, rimming his hot hole while taking forays over the hot surface of his burning, pinkish-red ass licking it and taking “love bites” of the humpy hot-shot lawyer’s firm ass flesh, Alex rubbing his own 5 o’clock shadowed face against Eddie’s burning ass as he did so, not enough to break the skin but enough to leave tiny bite marks and drive home the fact that he was being teased by another man, as Eddie yowled in shocked anguish at this humiliating violation.

Eddie next found himself being blindfolded and then flipped over and dragged on his back to the head of the bed, his weight settling stingingly onto his burning ass, whereupon his handcuffs were unfastened briefly only to be re-fastened over his head to the headboard, the blindfolded and therefore disoriented Eddie unable to offer much resistance, so that Eddie found himself essentially spread-eagled on his back with his hairy underarms exposed and his legs still widespread by the spreader bar attached to each of his bare ankles.

Alex left blindfolded Eddie wondering what would happen to him next while Alex proceeded to strip himself completely naked before suddenly jumping on top of Eddie’s bound, blindfolded body, digging his fingers into each of Eddie’s exposed hairy armpits using the light coating of sweat which had appeared there to lubricate his fingers as they teased through Eddie’s sexy pit hair to mercilessly tickle the flesh of his helplessly exposed underarms, causing Eddie to squeal “ARGGHHHHHH!! OH MY GODDDD!!!! STOPPPP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEEEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEH OH SHIT! NOOOOOOOO!!!! STOPPPPPPPPPPP!” as Eddie’s body squirmed and shifted wildly as he writhed from the tickle torture.

This wild ride left Alex with a raging boner which rubbed against Eddie’s now somewhat more flaccid one, Alex running his fingers down Eddie’s ticklish sides, over his nips and into his navel, Alex’s tickling causing Eddie’s cock to rub all the more against Alex’s throbbing boner, Eddie shocked to realize that his manhood was responding to all this unwanted stimulation by lengthening and hardening against Alex’s own straining erection, until Eddie once again sported a full-fledged rock-hard boner as well, as it continued to rub against Alex’s, their lush pubic bushes deliciously intertwined as well.

Alex then proceeded to torment and tease Eddie by tongue-bathing his entire hunky body literally from head to toe, nibbling on and tonguing into his ears and ear lobes, against his resistant, disgusted mouth, over Eddie’s sexy Adam’s apple, and then down, sniffing and then deeply tonguing each of his hairy, sweaty armpits as Eddie mewled and moaned at the erotic sensation, all the while with Alex’s and Eddie’s boners rubbing against each other. Alex then began tweaking and nibbling on each of Eddie’s hair-haloed nips causing them to become erect and tingling with desire as Alex tongued lavishly over and throughout Eddie’s muscular, hairy chest before sliding his taster down, down over Eddie’s six-pack abs tonguing the treasure trail of hair down to his navel, only to begin to tongue-fuck into Eddie’s sensitive navel causing Eddie to arch his back and eliciting further uncontrollable sighs, moans and squeals of pleasure from the helplessly aroused stud.

Alex then tongued his way down to Eddie’s straining manhood, deep-throating his swollen member expertly and then tonguing and sucking on each of his cum-churning, hairy balls, inhaling their manly, musky scent and savoring having the deserving stud literally by his precious balls, playing with them and weighing them possessively in his hands, knowing that Eddie had never let another guy anywhere near them in his entire life other than maybe his medical doctor. It felt so good to the bound stud that Eddie lost track of his hetero sensibilities and was going with the flow, as Eddie began to uncontrollably moan with lust going “oh fuck yeahhh tongue my big, fuckin’ balls, man, oh fuck yeahhh that feels so good, gonna blast a big fucking load, yeahhh!!!!”

Not wanting to grant the bad-boy Eddie any sexual release just yet, Alex backed off from directly touching Eddie’s straining cock and unfulfilled balls but slowly and sensuously began trailing his taster over Eddie’s hairy perineum area below his balls, lightly tickling and teasing that sensitive area as Eddie moaned and squirmed at the incredibly erotic contact. Eddie gasped in shock when Alex daringly dipped his taster further below where his tongue teasingly approached Eddie’s sacrosanct virginal rosebud, sliding throughout Eddie’s manly, jet-black-haired asscrack, then circling the hair-haloed rim of the bound stud’s anal orifice, swirling the hairs there around and around with his tongue whereupon Alex suddenly plunged his taster right over the pink surface of Eddie’s asshole itself. Eddie was so unconsciously getting off on this anal play that Alex could see that he had unwittingly relaxed his anal muscle from the soothing attention, whereupon Alex was able to suddenly penetrate Eddie’s sacrosanct portal with his hot tongue, literally tongue-fucking the bucking stud before he knew what happened.

“OHHH MY GODDDDD!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE? AHHHHHHHH!! MY HOLE! OH FUCK YOU’RE FUCKING TONGUE-FUCKING MY DAMN SHITTER!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! FUCKKKKKKKKK!!! THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!” cooed Eddie, his hetero sensibilities completely shattered as the anal tongue-probing felt so damn good…

Eddie was further startled when Alex replaced his tongue with a finger using his own spit-lubrication to ease his digit into Eddie’s ass, as he began finger-fucking the moaning stud as Eddie recovered his straight-boy aversion to anything anal going “Oh nooo!!! Stoppppp, man!!! Oh fuck your fucking my ass with your damn finger!!! Nooooooo!!!! Take it out!!!!” but his protests were belied by the fact that his cock was rock-hard and by the fact that far from trying to expel the invading finger Eddie was actually shoving his ass down to meet its thrusts into his butch hole, meeting each of Alex’s digital thrusts by wriggling and wagging his humpy ass. Eddie further moaned anew with lust as his prostate was being stimulated by Alex’s invading finger.

When Alex eventually withdrew the invader, Eddie actually had a look of loss on his face as his butt suddenly stopped being filled and Alex began tonguing his way down over each of Eddie’s tree-trunk-like hairy thighs, over his knees, and down his hairy calves, worshipping the firm musculature of the gym-toned stud, only to then begin tonguing and tickling each of Eddie’s size 12 feet, sucking on each of his toes while alternating with tickling his soles with his lithe fingers as Eddie bucked like a bronco and giggled like a girl at the tickling sensation, his rock hard cock slapping from side to side above as he thrashed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Alex even rubbed his own hard cock along the spit-lubricated soles of Eddie’s wriggling feet, Eddie’s own gyrations fittingly giving Alex something of a “footjob” by Eddie, all the more humiliating to his bound victim in view of the incriminating tapes Alex filmed where Eddie forced his receptionist to indulge his own foot fetish- now he was in effect being forced to return the favor to his captor, Eddie scandalized by the feel of another man’s hard cock getting off on being stimulated by the sweaty, pink skin of Eddie’s own spit-lubed crinkly soles and wildly wriggling toes.

Alex then spent several more minutes just rubbing the entire length of his own naked body against that of his bound attorney captive, savoring the feel of Eddie’s manly body against his own, Eddie humiliated that his cock remained rock hard as it rubbed against Alex’s in a perpetual “sword fight,” Eddie secretly savoring the feel as well, futilely anticipating that this would cause them to simultaneously orgasm so that at least this humiliating ordeal would finally be over and Eddie’s pent-up cum freed from his precious, overloaded nuts.

Eddie’s hopes of getting his desperately horny rocks off were dashed and the bound stud was flabbergasted when Alex suddenly stopped his frottage of his captive and climbed up to within inches of his face only for the blindfolded Eddie to suddenly feel Alex’s own raging boner being slapped against Eddie’s handsome cheeks! “Oww! What the fuck? Get that thing away from me, you asshole!” ordered Eddie, disgusted by the feel of another man’s hard cock slapping him right in his movie-star-handsome face.

His protests were muffled however when Alex’s response to Eddie’s yapping potty mouth was to remove Eddies’ blindfold and shove his hard dick right through the opening of Eddie’s braying mouth, some of it sliding into Eddie’s horrified mouth as he tried to spit it out without much success.

Alex realized, however, that the hetero Eddie was never going to actually suck his dick unless Alex used a bit more “persuasion”.

Accordingly, Alex retrieved his .38 revolver, placing the cold steel barrel of it right under Eddie’s proud, cum-churning balls saying “unless you want a vasectomy from my .38 I suggest you begin sucking my cock- NOW!” ordered Alex.

Eddie yelped in distress as the cold steel gun barrel goosed his precious balls and poked in the vicinity of his pristine asshole.

Sure enough, screwing his face up in disgust, Eddie finally opened wide and suffered the indignity of Alex shoving his cock down his throat as a cross-eyed, disgusted Eddie began an inexpert, sloppy sucking of Alex’s rampant dick as Alex encouraged him with “yeah suck that gay cock, asshole, the camera’s getting great pics of this!” as Eddie choked, gurgled and slurped on the hard cock invading his throat, as Alex’s hairy balls slapped against his handsome chin, as Alex’s hard cock began sliding down Eddie’s throat as Eddie got into the rhythm of his embarrassing, forced cocksucking, all caught on film.

Alex then suddenly extracted his cock and flipped around and presented his bare ass to Eddie’s horror, Eddie’s opening his mouth to again protest which Alex immediately sat upon, Eddie’s horrified lips and tongue making unexpected contact with the hairy crack of Alex’s sweaty ass and hole as Alex rubbed his hairy crack right against Eddie’s horrified mouth, nearly suffocating Eddie in the process.

Eddie’s ordeal was only magnified when Alex, no longer able to hold back, suddenly whirled back around and jerked his spasming cock right into to Eddie’s horrified face as the stud suddenly felt Alex’s highly pressurized cum splatter against his handsome face, drowning him in cum as Eddie received his first-ever “facial”, several jets of cum spraying right into his horrified mouth and nose as he howled in protest at the indignity of a straight dude being cum on for the first time and by a gay guy to boot.

Alex rubbed the cum into Eddie’s face and made him lick it off Alex’s fingers as Eddie sobbed in shame and abject humiliation. Alex couldn’t help voicing his belief that Eddie’s receptionist and his defrauded clients would love to see his cum-splattered face now!

Alex further noted that throughout the “ordeal” Eddie’s cock had remained at least half-hard and still was now despite his purported disgust at the proceedings.

Alex enjoyed himself, openly jerking and playing with Eddie’s cock and balls at will, as Eddie shamefully felt his pent-up genitals filling with blood and aching with the need for release, Eddie again sporting a rampant erection against his will, all for Alex’s amusement.

Alex again went through another “tease and denial” session, laughing as Eddie begged for him to bring him off, only to back off and leave the handsome, blue-balled stud hanging unsatisfied.

“So you really wanna get off, eh Eddie, do ya, huh?” teased Alex.

“Fuck yeah, you asshole! Quit playing with me like a damn puppet and get me off! I haven’t cum in fuckin’ days!

“Well, OK, stud, but it’ll be MY way, OK?”

“Whattaya mean YOUR way? You fuckin’ jerk me till I blast! It’s not rocket science! (failing to see the irony). Just hurry the fuck up and get me off goddammit!”

Eddie was again horrified when Alex displayed a slim silver vibrator he extracted from his briefcase, really not much bigger or wider than a finger but much longer, turning the knob at the bottom to hear it whir in front of Eddie’s horrified face.

“Oh no! No way! Keep that thing away from me! I’ll kill you, I swear!” protested Eddie.

But the helplessly bound Eddie was powerless to resist as Alex began buzzing the damn thing all over his bound body, not where he feared it most (at least, not yet) but first switching it off to make Eddie suck on it at gunpoint to lube it up, only to switch it back on, insinuating the buzzing invader into each of Eddie’s hopelessly exposed, hairy armpits parting the sweaty pit hair with its blunt end and buzzing the sensitive flesh underneath, as Eddie squealed sexual squeals and giggles at the tickling, erotic sensation. Eddie was incredulous that this teasing torment only made his dripping, blue-balled cock pulse with desire all the more as it stood up like a pillar from his luxuriant pubic bush, aching with need. He HAD to get off goddamit!

Alex then buzzed the vibrator through Eddie’s abundant, sexy chest hair and encircled each of his hair-haloed nips using its buzzing tip to drive Eddie wild as his nips became fully erect in eraser-point hardness, Eddie openly moaning and mewling in response, since it felt like his nips were sending incredible electrical impulses straight to the tip of his desperately straining dick as Eddie squirmed wildly in his bonds and thrust his hips mightily, desperate for a ball-shattering release.

Alex then playfully brought the buzzing slim silver vibrator down the center of Eddie’s six-pack abs, buzzing the tip right into his navel, causing Eddie to moan with lust and arch his back off the bed, as the damn thing humped the sensitive interior of his innie navel, his hard cock pulsing all the more.

Alex then teasingly brought the buzzing invader down to Eddie’s manly crotch, deliberately avoiding his cock and balls at first, buzzing his luxuriant pubes and his hairy inner thighs just millimeters from Eddie’s cum-churning blue balls, causing Eddie to moan and beg “Ohhh yeahhh, c’mon touch it to my cock, my balls, oh fuck yeahhhhh, PLEASSSE!!!!”

“You really want it, stud? Gonna beg for it?” teased Alex.

“OH YEAHH, C’MON, MAN- DO IT! C’MON I’M BEGGING YOU!!!” abjectly pleaded Eddie.

Alex then gave Eddie what he wanted, bringing the slim, buzzing vibrator right over and under Eddie’s cum-churning blue balls, the buzzing sensation stimulating the bound stud to the max, then running its length along the underside of Eddie’s straining prick, causing Eddie to moan and groan with lust “Ohhhh, yeahhh, mann, sooo good, just a bit more I’m sooo close!!!”

But then Alex suddenly stopped, withdrawing the buzzing vibrator, instead insinuating himself between Eddie’s widespread legs, blowing his hot breath against Eddie’s manly balls and straining cock, the tiny gusts of hot breath not quite enough to bring Eddie off but just enough to tease him unbearably, Alex alternating with quick, deep sniffs of Eddie’s manly, musky essences and tiny random licks to his hairy balls, straining cock, and his virgin asshole, as well as teasing tuggings on Eddie’s profuse pubic hairs in his luxuriant bush, on his cum-churning balls and in his hairy asscrack, driving Eddie mad with unsatisfied lust and resulting in more abject pleas, mewls, squeals and moans from his writhing, squirming, sexy captive.

Alex then switched the vibrator back on, again goosing Eddie’s blue balls with the damn thing, then dipping it lower to Eddie’s hairy perineum and down to Eddie’s virgin butthole. Eddie immediately tensed, as the vibrating invader neared his sacrosanct (but for a tongue and a finger so far, anyway) portal, Eddie going “Oh, nooo, man, keep that thing away from my damn hole! Oh Shit! Nooooooooo! Not THERE!!!!!”

But while Alex jerked Eddie’s straining dick and tickled his balls while simultaneously sliding the whirring vibrator to circle Eddie’s hair-haloed hole, Alex could once again see that Eddie’s tight hole was unconsciously relaxing itself as if anticipating a welcome entrance by the pleasantly buzzing invader. Soon Alex was able to press its tip to Eddie’s virgin portal and slowly slide it up Eddie’s tight ass, Eddie’s asslips actually tightening against it possessively, as Alex continued to jerk Eddie’s straining cock and tickle his balls, and began slowly but surely gently thrusting the whirring toy up Eddie’s tight butch hole, Eddie again losing sight of his hetero sensibilities as he moaned and groaned with lust going “OH YEAHHH DO IT! OH MY GAWDDDDDD!! IT FEELS SO GOOD!!! GONNA BLAST REAL SOON!!! AWWW FUCKKK! as the whirring vibrator repeatedly made contact with Eddie’s under-utilized prostate gland, threatening to blast the loaded contents of his cum-churning blue balls right over the edge.

Alex then decided to humiliate Eddie all the more by lifting up his wide-bound ankles in the spreader bar while continuing to drill his ass with the slim silver vibrator penetrating his tight hole and pressing against his swollen prostate gland, while wildly jerking his long-denied cock and tickling his manly balls, and spanking Eddie’s deserving ass leaving red handprints on his humpy asscheeks, giving Eddie the same sort of vicious thrusts of the whirring vibrator as those he was filmed ramming his poor receptionist with, until Eddie cried out in surprise and moaned loudly as he suddenly began ejaculating his massive, long-denied, load right into his own screaming mouth, his volcanic, enormous orgasm, the best of his life, going on forever as squirt after long highly-pressurized squirt hit him squarely in his howling mouth and all over his face, hairy chest and the wall behind, Eddie nearly passing out from the intensity of his greatest orgasm ever, all caught on tape.

Alex laughed mightily at Eddie’s predicament, covered as he was in his own long-denied cum, his orgasm being ruined really not only by the humiliation but by the fact that the bolts of his own cum that had not landed squarely in his mouth had been scooped up by Alex to be forced to be eaten and swallowed by the horrified Eddie, all caught on cam!

Alex left Eddie like that, covered in his own cum and the dregs of Alex’s own cum, with the slim vibrator whirring away in his ass, kept in place by sturdy duct tape, duct tape also being placed over Eddie’s protesting mouth to keep the asshole quieter as he cursed and swore mightily demanding release from his bonds and squirming wildly, which only served to highlight his gym-toned musculature and make him all the more sexy.

Meanwhile, Alex took his time showering in the oversize luxurious stall shower and then luxuriating in the elegant, jetted marble soaking tub before departing with a middle finger salute to the naked, fuming Eddie.

Alex unlocked the chest of drawers to extract Eddie’s elegant attire which was unceremoniously tossed on the floor, and pointedly placed the keys to the handcuffs on Eddie’s heaving, hairy chest, as Eddie cursed through his duct-tape gag and struggled in his bondage to get free while at the same time not wanting to squirm so much that the key to his freedom fell to the floor. Alex then left, giving the fuming, naked, Eddie the finger once again.

Meanwhile, Eddie was fittingly reduced to having repeated, unwanted orgasms caused by the duct-taped whirring vibrator pressing on his prostate, his eyes bugging out and crossing each time he came against his will, as the relentless buzzing toy kept forcing him to repeated orgasms for hours until his mighty balls were well and truly totally drained, with Eddie only able to produce little dregs of sexual fluid until his studly genitals were completely drained and very sore.

Hours later, the night “turn-down” maid entered the room and left screaming at the sight of Eddie’s humiliating condition, the slim vibrator still duct-taped and buzzing up his deserving ass, his mouth duct-taped, and a bug-eyed, pleading Eddie covered in cum. An Assistant Manager was called, with Eddie giving some lame explanation of an angry girlfriend’s revenge being the cause, but being a well-trained manager used to pretty much anything, his explanation was accepted so long as the hefty luxury hotel bill was paid, the handcuffs duly uncuffed and Eddie was on his way.

However, week after week thereafter, Eddie had no choice but to comply with Alex’s weekly demands for sex and had no choice but to become his total sex slave. When a horrified Eddie saw Alex in the office building’s elevator for the first time after their encounter, all it took was a slight tickling gesture from Alex to put Eddie in his place. Worked like a charm!

THE END

Richard

Seth discovers an organization who may be able to help him realize his dream of death by crucifixion.

The Crucifixion of Seth Logan – Chapter 2: The Farm
by UKBastinado
Series: The Crucifixion of Seth […]

Introducing a new series from UKBastinado. Seth Logan dreams of suffering through an execution by crucifixion and decides to seek it out. UKBastinado writes with a brutal unflinching style and this series is […]

Batman falls into Poison Ivy’s trap and joins Robin and Sergeant Harvey Bullock in a kinky bondage three-way.
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Revenge by Poison – Part 2
by Mark Wisdesad
Series: Revenge by Poison

Sergeant Harvey Bullock had lost count of the hours he had been so cruelly and uncomfortably tied up in that small chair. Sweat flowed freely all over his immense hairy body. Robin lay naked on his back on the bed, his huge rock hard cock pointed at the ceiling. He snored softly. Harvey gazed at the young man’s massive thighs and pecs and his cock wagged helplessly between his tree trunk thighs. A pair of hands came over his wide muscular shoulders and rested on his own colossal chest. Poison Ivy ran her tongue over the bound beast’s ear lobe and whispered, “Sergeant Harvey Bullock, I find you the hottest sexiest man in the whole of Gotham city!” She brought her face close to Harvey and took a deep breath. “Groan! You smell of testosterone and sweat! The smell of a horny lustful animal!” Harvey jerked his huge body when she flicked her fingers against the nipple clamps.

Without any warning, she yanked the clamps off. The bound Sergeant bit his lips as bolts of pure agony shot out of his nipples. She gently rubbed the swollen nipples. “Batman will be here shortly.” she said and asked, “What would you like to do with him?”

“I’d want him to gimme a splendid blowjob!” Harvey growled.

“Your wish will be granted..” she chuckled.

“Now be a good gal and untie me.” the sergeant said,adding, “My hands feel so heavy and swollen. I’m sure they’ve lost all feeling..”

“Let’s see…” cooed Poison Ivy. Harvey felt her huge boobs in his hands behind him. He kneaded them and rolled her nipples. “Ah ha! There’s nothing wrong with your hands! You’ll stay tied up, Sergeant Harvey Bullock, till I say so!” She slapped his hard cock and stepped out of the room. Harvey’s eyes closed and his head rested on his chest……

Using her mental powers, she sent a message to Batman. Batman was stroking his gigantic hard on as he watched a bondage flick. It featured a monstrous, naked muscle mammoth hogtied, and gagged in bed while his captor stroked his large cock and edged him mercilessly. Suddenly he heard Robin crying out for help. Robin also spluttered the address where he was being held captive. “I’m coming!” Batman yelled and climbing into his Batmobile, vrooomed to the address.

He opened the door and stepped in. A candle on a table was the sole light in the room. He made out a figure in the center of the room. Before he could speak, his nostrils were filled with a strange fragrance and he felt a bit light headed. Bright lights came on and he saw Poison Ivy smiling at him! “You?! Where’s Robin?!” he snapped.

“He’s safe, Batman.” she relied calmly, “And he’s been waiting for you.” She stepped up to him and ran her fingertip across his lips. He felt utterly helpless in her presence. His cock hardened as his eyes roamed over her huge boobs. And also at the prospect of seeing his sexy Robin. “Let’s get you ready for him…” she said.

Harvey didn’t know how long he’d been out for the count but when he opened eyes, he noticed some changes. The first thing he saw was that he was no longer tied up in that chair! He was on his feet and stark naked! His hands though, were still bound together above his head. And Poison Ivy had passed a vine through a hook on the ceiling and tied the ends to his wrists. Sadist that she was, his wrists had been yanked up painfully. The only way to ease his discomfort was to stand on the tips of his toes! He looked down and his jaw dropped! Batman had been strapped immobile to a table! The caped crusader’s mouth was a mere inch from Harvey’s cock! His eyes appeared glazed. Batman’s wrists had been bound under the table while his huge legs had been spread and his thighs and ankles tied to the legs of the table. Though he still wore his costume, Harvey got a glimpse of his naked double bubble butt! Fucks, Harvey mused, he’d give anything to shove his dick into that inviting ass! But, he noticed, Poison Ivy had other plans lined up for the three hunky men! She flicked her tongue across Robin’s stiff cock and whispered something in his ear. Robin stirred and sat up. His eyes blazed with lust at the sight of the helplessly bound Batman and Harvey Bullock!

Picking up a paddle lying on the bed, he got up and circled the two men. Standing behind Harvey, he ran his hand over the sergeant’s broad back and his large ass. Robin looked down and saw Harvey’s calves bunched up like cannonballs as he had to stand on his toes. “Nice….nice..” Harvey heard Robin’s soft voice. He grunted as the paddle lightly tapped his calf muscles and a hand caressed his ample rump. Without warning, the paddle fell hard on his butt cheeks. Again and again. Harvey bellowed, “Cut me free you pretty boy! And see what I do to you and this Batman of yours!”

Robin chuckled as he replied, “Sorry Sergeant Harvey Bullock, I’m not about to free you.” he added, “You’re way too brutish. And wouldn’t you love Batman sucking your monster, eh?” The paddle kept up a tattoo on Harvey’s rock hard monstrous cock while a hand mashed his dense pecs and rolled his swollen stiff nipples. Harvey groaned with pleasure and Robin taunted him, “See, you’re enjoying this because you’re tied up. Just look at your cock, Harvey! So why should I free you, eh?” Robin laughed and licked the bound beefy man’s huge brawny arms.

“I think it’s time to start our entertainment…” Robin muttered and walked to Batman and stood behind his huge muscly bubble butt. Poison Ivy had turned invisible to the three men. She looked at Batman and whispered, “Wake up, Batman…” The bound caped hero opened his eyes and immediately became aware of his predicament. He struggled futilely and suddenly saw Harvey’s huge twitching cock an inch from his mouth. He moaned with desire and stroked it with his tongue. Harvey Bullock moved forward an inch though it was agony on his shoulders as his wrists were pulled up. His calf muscles too ached but he ignored all this as he wanted his shaft in Batman’s mouth. Behind Batman, Robin swung the paddle repeatedly and Batman growled as it fell on his huge muscle rump! His huge stiff cock tapped against the underside of the table. His rump had turned bright red and he growled with pain as Robin mashed them with his hands. The paddle next lashed Batman’s spread, humongous musclebound thighs. There was nothing he could do but endure the torture.

Batman hungered for Harvey Bullock’s throbbing red shaft and he closed his mouth around it. Harvey moaned and thrust his hips as much as his bonds let him. “Yeah…suck it, Batman!” he murmured. Robin placed the tip of his rigid cock at Batman’s inviting entrance and rammed it in with a grunt. Batman groaned even as his tongue ran over the cock that now filled his mouth. Poison Ivy, invisible to the three men, smiled and slipped under the table. She grinned as she eyed the forest of sturdy, musclebound legs. Harvey jerked his body as a pair of unseen hands ran over his legs and teased his aching calf muscles. Next it was the turn of Robin to moan as fingertips flitted like a butterfly all over his legs. He thrust his cock deeper into Batman.

Poison Ivy felt a twinge of pity for Batman. Almost. He sucked Harvey’s gigantic cock even while he was being rammed mercilessly from behind by his pretty boy Robin! Batman’s unattended rock hard cock tapped the underside of the table. She ran her tongue lazily around his red angry swollen mushroom head. Batman moaned in lust even as he kept sucking on the huge cock of the sergeant. Sweat poured down in rivulets from the bodies of the three sex crazed men. Robin’s cock was buried up to its hilt and he drew it in and out slowly. Batman’s mouth, equally slowly, tormented the maddened sergeant’s battering ram. Harvey grunted and thrust his hips forward in an effort to speed up what Batman was doing. But the caped hero could not be hurried! Batman’s own shaft was being given the slow treatment by the devious bitch.

Finally, after seemed an eternity, Poison Ivy decided that her captives had been maddened to the very edge of sanity. The three men, two of them bound helplessly, while the third was free, froze. She came out from under the table and gazed upon the tableau of three immobile men. She ran her fingertips along Robin’s butt cleavage. It triggered an immediate reaction. Robin growled, as did Harvey Bullock. Batman let out a long bellow as the three cocks erupted and shot cum. Robin slumped over the hopelessly bound Batman while Harvey Bullock sagged and stood on his feet, totally ignoring the screaming agony in his shoulders as his wrists were pulled up.

Poison Ivy smiled and the three men once again smelled the strange fragrance in the room. The three huge men had had enough torture for the day, she decided. Her next target was the massive paunchy arrogant Police Commissioner of Gotham City. He had shamed her on many an occasion and it was payback time. She left the three men and walked out of the room.

The three men woke up and discovered that they were stark naked and each sporting a hard on. They could move precious little as they had been left hogtied very painfully. Their hands touched the heels of their feet behind them. The three men were on the floor and on the table, they saw a bowl of fruits with a knife stuck into and apple. They groaned in frustration as the knife was left tantalizingly close, yet so difficult for them as they were on the floor of the room! Robin painfully rolled towards the table. Batman and Harvey Bullock found his struggle very sexy and their cocks couldn’t have got any bigger and harder. Each had plans if and when they freed themselves……………

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Mark Wisdesad

Straight jock Bryan is introduced to his new home.
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A “Straight” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 3
by Bryan Smith
Series: A Straight Bargain
Art by Rodinart

Bryan lay there contemplating what he had done and what he had agreed to. Was this bargain that he made so that he could afford school worth it or would he soon come to regret that decision? Sam came back and unstrapped Bryan from the device. He wiped over his now completely hairless body and just for a moment played with the chastity device.

“I hope this will all be worth it.” said Sam as he walked out and yelled from the hallway, “Get dressed! You’re clothes are in the closet and you have another set of instructions at home.”

Bryan got off the table and couldn’t help but admire his cock. Never in his life had he been denied an orgasm and now one of his in the span of a couple of hours his cock was no longer in his control. Bryan got up and walked over to the closet to grab his clothes.

“What the f___. Hey! These aren’t my clothes!!” he yelled.

“They are now!” Sam yelled back “Put them on or walk out naked. I don’t care either way.”

Bryan was too tired to argue. He grabbed the clothes: A white jock strap that was snug enough to really make his cock stand out, skinny jeans that truly gave way to the bulge that he had, a white tank that hugged his muscular chest, and a pair of sandals that showed off his beautiful feet.

Bryan grimaced and walked out with Sam saying, “See ya soon.” Bryan shrugged it off and drove home. He parked his car and quickly ran to the front door to avoid being seen by any of his jock friends. They would for sure make fun of his new appearance as his hairless pits and upper body were not the least bit hidden with that tank. When he got inside, Bryan tried to run past his parents to his room to quickly change but his mother stopped him.

“Bryan, your boss stopped by and wanted you to know he took care of everything.”

Bryan looked at his mom….“Who?”

“Your boss, Bryan. He said your new place is ready and didn’t want you to have to go through the hassle of moving. He said he left you a bonus letter too. He was a really nice gentleman and said he’s going to offer you lots of opportunities. Your Dad and I are so proud of you.”

Bryan bolted to his room and opened the door. Everything was gone including all his clothes. Bryan opened every drawer including his underwear drawer where he found a letter. He opened it. . .

Bryan,

I told you there would be some changes, but remember this will help you with college. You want to go to college don’t you? I forgot to mention to you that we provide housing where you work. I packed up all your stuff while you were out and took it to your new place. The address is at the bottom of this letter. Make sure you are there by 7pm.

Enjoy your time with your parents. I told them you will be very busy soon. I also told them about how much we are invested in you. They were very excited. If they ask any questions, be careful not say anything bad about me or the business. Remember what YOU did today with your own free will. Check your phone. See you tonight.

The Scout “Tom”

Bryan checked is phone and he had a new message from a new number. He opened it up and saw a picture of him spread on the massage table, legs hoisted up like he was giving birth and him being fucked by the butt machine with cum all over his chest and stomach. It read, “See you soon.”

Bryan walked downstairs. His Mom asked “Is everything alright? Why are you wearing those clothes, Bryan?”

“Everything is fine. I am just on a tight schedule. The job is going to keep me busy. And oh I ran out of clothes that were clean that’s all.” Meanwhile Bryan did all he could to keep his arms down and to avoid being too close. He didn’t want them noticing the hair that was gone off his arms and pits at least.

Bryan’s Mom asked about visiting but Bryan just said that he would visit home when he could. It was a live-in position and he would be doing some research that required late hours but that he would be in touch. His mom and dad were just glad he could now afford college. They enjoyed dinner together and soon said their goodbyes.

7:15PM

Bryan showed up at the address, parked and knocked on the door of a very large house. Tom opened the door and said, “You are late. That is not acceptable. What time did I tell you?”

“7pm. I am sorry I got stuck in traffic.”

“No excuses. Boy you need to be more disciplined. Get inside.” Bryan walked in and Tom said he would show him to his room. As he walked in, he noticed 4 other guys around his age all lounging in their underwear in the living room.

“Who are they?” Bryan asked.

“They are the other boys working for me. You will all live together. You each get your own room. This is where you will be staying.” Bryan walked in and saw a queen bed, a closet, and a dresser. He walked in the closet and found it empty.

“Where are my clothes?”

“They are all in the dresser” said Tom.

Bryan opened the dresser doors and saw a pair of white gym shorts, 8-10 pairs of jack straps, all different colors, and a couple of white tanks.

“These are not my clothes!”

“They are now. Dress code – In the house, you only need to be in your underwear or you can go nude. I have cameras so if you want to get paid, I suggest you comply. When you go out or on your way to work, then you have gym shorts and a tank.”

“But the jocks are in color and they will show through?”

“That’s not my problem. I suggest you get comfortable being exposed.”

Tom asked if Bryan had any questions and Bryan said no. “Then strip down.” Bryan was taken back for a second. “Now boy.” Bryan took off his clothes down to his jock strap. Tom ordered Bryan to come close to him. Bryan hesitated but walked towards him. “Closer. Closer.” Bryan was nearly touching Tom chest to chest. “Turn around.” Bryan turned around and Tom began caressing Bryan all over commenting on how beautiful he looked hairless. He then slid his fingers into the jock strap and pulled the underwear down. Bryan stood there almost motionless.

“Look at that beautiful cock all caged up.” Tom grabbed Bryan’s cock and said, “Don’t you wish you could just touch it?” Bryan replied with a soft yes. “Louder boy. You will learn to respect me.”

“Yes Sir.” responded Bryan.

Tom continued to caress Bryan’s body and told him to move to the bed. “It’s time for you to be prepped for tomorrow’s first day of work.” Bryan begged Tom not to do anything and reiterated that he was not gay. Tom ignored his pleas but did respond once saying, “You don’t have to be anything to perform a job. Now lay down on the bed and relax.”

Bryan laid down and closed his eyes awaiting for what Tom had in store for him……

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Captured Abroad – Part 6
by Connor Matthews
Series: Captured Abroad

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