GayBondageFiction

19 yo straight jock Peter is tricked and abducted by a group of men who transport him to his new life as a sex slave and decide to have a little fun with him along the way.

Peter – Chapter 1
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A humiliated straight intern decides to enact get revenge on his straight arrogant bosses for their bullying treatment but in the end finds himself caught in his own trap. Lots of tickling and throbbing straight boy cocks in this story by Richard.
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Straight Dudes in Tickle Trouble
by Richard

Chadwick (“Chad”) Wellborne III was finishing up a six-week out-of-town assignment for his company, Mathieson Systems, a huge computer conglomerate. The 30-year-old Chad was an up-and-coming Senior Vice President of the company, having combined the elan of his well-to-do upbringing with his own innate sense of cunning, using all his connections and stealth to claw his way to the top of his organization. A few more years, max, and he’d either be CEO of the conglomerate or stealing its business and forming his own renegade company with some of his well-placed yuppie buds.

The 6′ 4″ designer-cut dirty-blond-haired Chad stretched luxuriously in his leather executive chair, folding his muscular, dress-shirted arms behind his head as he sat in a penthouse corner window office made available to him by the regional branch office where he was on his temporary assignment, feeling literally “on top of the world.” Chad had “weeded out the dead wood” in that regional office. (translation: more abrupt “downsizing” of people out of their jobs). Chad didn’t give a shit about the people who were “let go”; fuck `em all! Chad loved the power of canning people, making them cringe in fear of him wherever he went. God, what a power trip! Chad had the balls to do what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it, and made sure every one knew it.

Chad had also coordinated the company’s college intern program during his stay at this regional office. Chad saw to it that it was populated as much as possible with fraternity men like himself and tried to keep out as many minorities and especially “fags” as he could without seeming too “un-PC”. Sure, Chad would tolerate some black or Hispanic dudes as interns; he’d just make sure that at the end of the internship they didn’t get hired. Shit, what could be fairer than that?

Chad was engaged to be married later that year to an equally spoiled 25-year-old socialite, Cecily (“Cee Cee”) Up de Grafft, the daughter of a “land baron” who had made a killing in real estate. Just for fun, though, while Chad was temporarily separated from Cee Cee for this out-of-town assignment, he had made a bet with a yuppie friend of his from the Home Office, Madison Richmond, that Chad would pick out some “babe” from the “administrative assistants” (goddamned secretaries, more of that fuckin’ PC shit again!) at the regional office. Chad conspired with his friend betting him that he could flatter and wine and dine this chick, make her feel really good and loved, then dump the broad cruelly at the end, tell her it was all a joke. Chad had done just that, picking a cute but not wildly attractive woman, getting her all excited to be made to feel special for once in her life as Chad’s “date,” then slowly leading her up to the big moment when she willingly let him fuck her over and over again, (damn, a virgin chick, too, damn even better!), telling her he loved her madly, then dumping her, laughing at her and how he fooled her. Fuck, the look on her face, the sobbing, the poor bitch was still in therapy! What a great joke!! Chad had loved watching his friend Madison peel off the C-bills as he made good on the bet. The 29-year-old, darkly handsome Madison was in charge of the intern program, and ran it with an iron hand, the 6′ 3″ dude having a reputation as a demanding asshole just like his friend Chad. Yeah, Chad was a true stud, balls of brass, no doubt about it! God, he was fuckin’ great, thought Chad as he admired himself in the reflection from the tinted office windows.

Chad buzzed Madison to have him come to his office and, after Madison joined him, they had called in Patrick Wade, a 19-year-old intern. The 6’1″ Patrick had recently pledged a fraternity that was a rival to the one Chad and Madison had belonged to. Because of this, and because Patrick had a tendency to stand up to Chad and Madison when they were “training” or chastising the interns, both Chad and Madison wanted to put him in his place.

Chad and Madison started off by telling Patrick that he had a lot of promise, that Patrick had a future at Mathieson Systems if he “played his cards right.” “You a poker player, Wade?” inquired Chad pointedly. “Yes, sir, and I know how to play my cards, sir.” (the “sir” said somewhat sarcastically, but not distinctly sarcastic enough so that Chad could be sure that’s how he meant it. Fucker!). “Good. `cause Madison and I think you’ve probably got what it takes-fraternity man, wrong fraternity, but a fraternity man, thinks on his feet, smart, athletic, straight, white, good family background, all the right factors. We just want to make sure you have the most important attribute of all. Have you got the balls to succeed in this organization, Wade? You got the fuckin’ balls to take the fuckin’ bull by the horns and claw your way to the top, huh, do you?, do you?”

Patrick, taken somewhat aback, glared back right into Chad’s eyes and said “Yeah, I’ve got the balls for that…sir.” (Again that semi-sarcastic “sir”; damn). “Because if you learn one thing from Madison and yours truly, here, it’s that you’ve gotta have fuckin’ balls of steel, naw, fuckin’ brass balls like Richmond and me in order to cover your ass and claw your way to the top of this fine company, and we’re hear to drive that point home to you today, Wade.” “Yeah,” chimed in Madison Richmond, who simultaneously decided to chin his muscular weight on Chad’s executive chinning bar built into the ceiling, his flexing muscles apparent under his designer shirt and tie as he easily chinned himself while looking down on the lowly intern, using his obvious physical strength as a sign of what “balls” he and Chad had, “that’s the key thing to remember, Wade, ya gotta… have… fuckin’… brass… balls… in this company,” a faint sheen of sweat showing on Madison’s darkly handsome, manly brow, as Madison punctuated each word by repeatedly chinning his weight. Not liking being upstaged, Chad reached out a sun-bronzed finger and connected with one of Madison’s designer-shirted armpits as he chinned himself, Madison reacting in horror and jumping down with a suppressed giggle, hissing to Chad to “cut that shit, you know it drives me fuckin’ crazy!”

“So, you claim to have the balls for this company, eh, Wade? OK, c’mon, then prove it to us!” said Chad.

“Prove it to you…sir? queried Patrick.

“That’s right, Wade. We want to make sure you have the fuckin’ brass balls for this organization. You want a job here at Mathieson Systems, you’re gonna have to show us you’ve got the balls for it. Go on, you’re not embarrassed to drop your drawers are you, Wade? Don’t worry, Wade, you know Madison and I are as far from being fuckin’ homos as possible, but it’s all part of driving home to you how you need to use those fuckin’ balls God gave you to get ahead in this company!”

Patrick felt a swirl of emotions envelop him; anger, fear, shame and humiliation, Patrick finally deciding, as these two assholes seem to know he would, that he had no choice-no hazing, no job.

Chad and Madison folded their designer-shirted arms, their Rolexes glinting in the setting sun, and smugly watched as their lowly intern was forced to unhitch his belt, undo his charcoal grey dress slacks and drop his pressed trousers to the floor in a puddle over his polished wing-tip shoes, then yank down his snowy white Calvins to reveal his luxuriant pubic bush, large flaccid cock and hairy bull-balls, as well as his muscular sun-bronzed hairy legs.

Chad and Madison chortled at the young intern’s blazing humiliation, ordering Patrick or “Wade” as they called him, always using his surname, to scoop up his big hairy bull-balls to prove to them that he had some, then had him turn around and with two open-handed slaps to each of Patrick’s bare white asscheeks, they told him to “pull up your fuckin’ pants, asshole, you look fuckin’ ridiculous!” as they roared with braying yuppie laughter.

Humiliated, Patrick pulled up his pants and was allowed to leave, having “passed” the test and being told that he would indeed be one of the interns offered a job upon graduation. From that point on, however, Chad and Madison did not realize just what brass balls Patrick indeed had. They would soon find out!

The next day, Patrick found incriminating papers in Chad’s wastebasket which Chad had forgot to shred when he was not paying attention to covering up his shenanigans, instead anticipating banging the “babe” he would later dump and humiliate. It seemed Chad and Madison had been skimming the regional office accounts, pocketing large sums of company money for their yuppie toys and extravagances which they had covered up so far by firing good people willy-nilly. Had Chad continued to shred the evidence, it would have been unlikely that the company would ever have caught Chad and Madison. Patrick had been around the company long enough to know just who to threaten to expose the evidence to- ex-WAC, Miss Louise “Lou” Mathieson of the Home Office, the battleaxe, hatchet-faced relative of the company’s founder who went over expense reports with a fine-toothed comb, literally, it was said, with a huge magnifying glass. Miss Mathieson no doubt had not discovered Chad and Madison’s deception yet because Chad had covered his tracks very well-until now! And wouldn’t Miss Mathieson just like to hear the audio tape Patrick had recorded just that day, the one where Chad clearly laughingly tells a like-minded Madison that “Lou” Mathieson “has a face that would make a fuckin’ speeding freight train take a dirt road! Fuckin’ dried-up, prune-faced old hag! Probably a closet dyke by the look of her!” followed by lots of braying, knee-slapping, yuppie guffaws and yukkety-yuks.

Patrick had his own plans for Chad. Chad was visiting town so he was in a hotel, but Madison lived in town in a secluded, executive home. Patrick learned Madison’s address and further learned that Madison’s girlfriend was out of town for two weeks.

Hmm, what could he do to Madison? Chad and Madison obviously hated minorities, especially gays. Patrick didn’t really give a shit whether a person was gay or not, figured it was their business; maybe they were even born that way. Patrick was secure enough in his own heterosexuality that he did not feel threatened by gays, unlike many of the other fraternity guys he knew. But Madison hated gays. And, it seemed he was very ticklish, hated to be tickled.

Patrick did not hesitate to get a gay newspaper, thumbing through the personals section, finding tons of gay “escort” services. Patrick’s plan for Madison was to hire two gay “escorts” to go to Madison’s home. Patrick would tell the “escorts” that Madison was gay and that it was his birthday, that Madison had always had a fantasy about being stripped naked, blindfolded, tied up, and tickled by two strangers at the same time while being video-taped, and that Patrick wanted to fulfill his “lover’s” dream. Patrick had no trouble hiring the studs, even went to the “escort” agency where an aging queen in charge eagerly helped him pick exactly the two studs he wanted, Patrick even letting the excited proprietor, “Mr. Billy,” squeeze his biceps in glee and pat his jean-clad thighs as Patrick apparently chose wisely. Patrick’s idea was to have them pose as UPS studs delivering a package that had to be taken inside. “Oh, but, yes, my dear boy, that would be perfect!!! UPS!! Imagine!!!! Oh, I can just see them in those tight little brown shorts, the summer uniform, I think that would be best!!! Shows off their cute little butch hairy legs, don’t you think?? And it just so happens I have a full line of uniforms…many clients are quite partial to those, I don’t mind telling you, but quite partial (“little me, included!” tittered the proprietor confidentially, with a stage wink) And you’ve chosen my two most `butch’ escorts, oh, but yes!!! (Really, my dear boy, those two are so intense and street-wise, really quite alarming to little me, but in an exciting way, of course, oh, but yes!!!” the queen clapping his hands in joy at the idea, after being assured that it was all “quite legal, oh but yes, you are sure??”

“Quite sure” lied Patrick, counting on the fact that he’d have the incriminating papers and the video to hold over the pompous Madison. Shit, Patrick mused out loud to the proprietor, “maybe I’d like to be around at some point while my lover gets worked over. He’ll be blindfolded throughout. Got a spare UPS uniform that would fit me?” “Oh, but yes!!!” crowed the queen merrily, mentally picturing this cute young stud in UPS shorts.

But first, Chad. God knew that asshole really had it coming. Patrick set up an appointment to see Chad that Friday after work in his sound-proofed suite at the hotel, sound-proofed “so the whole fuckin’ hotel staff won’t come running when I’m making the chicks squeal while they swing on my big fuckstick” as Patrick overheard Chad confide to Madison a few days earlier.

Chad bitched about meeting at the hotel, but Patrick was insistent that it “would be worth Chad’s while. I’ve found out about something that’s going on at work that you should know about (literally, thought Patrick to himself)…and, since you said I should use my balls to get ahead, I’m just following in your size-12 footsteps…sir”

Though peeved, Chad was curious and agreed to meet. Patrick was met at the door to his suite by a designer-shirt and silk-tied Chad, Chad’s upper-body musculature being emphasized by his designer suspenders. Chad saw that Patrick was carrying a gym bag and assumed Patrick was on his way to a workout. “What’s all this about, Wade? What’s my up-and-coming young intern got to tell old Chad about, eh? Some scandal at the old water-cooler or something? C’mon, man, fill me in, glad your already proving you may have the balls to get ahead in this organization after all! C’mon, man, sit down. There’s plenty of room in this big suite. Like a drink or something?,” Chad obviously reveling in the fact that the suite was large and elegant, a fitting statement for Chad’s wealth and power.

Patrick said he’d prefer to stand and no, he didn’t want a drink. Patrick coolly got right to the point. He told Chad about the papers he forgot to shred, and showed Chad a copy; that Patrick knew all about Chad and Madison’s little scheme to defraud the company, that he had the originals in a safe deposit box, that if anything happened to Patrick his attorney had been provided a key to the box, and that basically Patrick had Chad by his blue-blooded balls, “sir.” (the last word pronounced with clear sarcasm this time).

Patrick liked the way the color drained out of Chad’s smug, handsome, sun-bronzed face, how his fake bonhomie smile faded away, then how he flushed red in obvious anger and frustration, and, hmm, were those faint beads of elite perspiration appearing on Chad’s manly brow, hmm? Chad himself suddenly felt a drop of nervous perspiration form under his left, dirty-blond-haired armpit under his designer shirt, then roll down his sun-bronzed side under his shirt, as he just barely stifled a shudder caused by the unexpected drip down his sensitive skin.

Aloud, Chad tried to regain his composure and re-assert his rightful authority as this little fucker Patrick’s clear superior. `Well, uh, Patrick, that’s quite a story you’ve concocted there, but that’s all a misunderstanding.” Chad lied smoothly. “You see, Madison and I are forming a charitable foundation for the company and those records of large cash transactions are for that purpose.”

“Oh, so I suppose that explains why the same day you withdrew the latest $100,000.00 from the regional office’s employee’s pension fund account, money that was paid in by all the employees you fired for no reason, you deposited a like sum into your personal account, hmm? Is your favorite “charity” yourselves? And what about all the other transactions on the papers you forgot to shred? Those were all for charity too?” queried Chad knowingly.

Chad tried to continue to bluff, but it seemed this little shit knew too damn much. Damn! This little fuckin’ upstart did have him by his short and curlies, fuck, even by his big fuckin’ hotshot balls. But Chad knew how to cut a deal- fuck he was the fuckin’ master of fuckin’ deals! Time for plan “B” the old money bribe- never fails, hah!, thought Chad.

Chad said “OK, Wade, I gotta admit you’re one fuckin’ thorough bastard, glad you learned from the master how to use your balls to get to the top! (Hmm, Chad’s patrician brow seemed to be positively glistening with sweat now; bet the motherfucker’s armpits are frothing up a nice nervous sweat too, mused Patrick). “Madison and I can get you in on the ground floor of all this, er, Patrick, er, Pat, my man” Patrick noted that this was the first time Chad had addressed him by his first name and had fun correcting him, telling the asshole that “my friends call me Patrick, but you can call me Mr. Wade…sir”.

Flushing with anger at the slight, but wanting to win “Mr. Wade, sir” over, Chad was forced to amend his spiel to “yes, er, Mr. Wade, sir, as I was saying, Madison and I can get you in on the ground floor-this scheme is priceless as I am sure a young man of your intelligence can appreciate-really brilliant way to ensure we can all live fabulous lifestyles at company expense!” (Patrick was glad he had an audiotape going, Miss Mathieson, the old dragon of a company overseer, was going to love hearing this!)

“Yeah, Mr. Wade, sir, how would 50 grand, cash, in your pocket today sound, eh? plenty more where that came from, over time, of course, don’t want to get too greedy and get caught, haha, as if! Then of course, a guaranteed job after graduation, six figures to start, how’s that sound, man?”

“Sounds like your being pretty free with other people’s hard-earned money to me, asshole!” replied Patrick, to Chad’s visible horror.

“Now look here, shit-for-brains, I just made you an offer no idiot would refuse, what the fuck’s the matter with you? And how dare you talk to me that way, you worthless little poor-ass shit! I can make trouble for you, asshole! Don’t fuckin’ cross the great Chadwick Wellborne III!”

“That’s the fuckin’ trouble with you, you pompous, prejudiced little dickhead!” noted Patrick. “You fuckin’ talk ad nauseam about how you’ve got the fuckin’ balls to claw your way to the top. Well, I’m here to show you that I’ve got the fuckin’ balls to make you fuckin’ crawl down off your fuckin’ high-and-mighty highhorse and literally beg for the return of those papers. And that, and only that, is gonna maybe, just maybe, get you what you want, so you can just stick your fuckin’ little empty threats up your lily-white, pampered little ass, fuckin’ shove them up your shit-stinking little asshole, and then fuckin’ prove to me that you’ve got any fuckin’ balls!! C’mon, asshole, strip out of those fancy clothes and prove to me that you’ve got any fuckin’ balls, fuckin’ pussy-wuss!! C’mon, take it off!!! Take it all fuckin’ OFF, NOW!!!!!!”

Chad’s manly, sun-bronzed jaw dropped in shock at his intern’s tirade; this fucker had him by his fuckin’ balls! Un-fuckin’-believable!!! “Now, c’mon, er, Mr. Wade, er, sir, you don’t mean that!! C’mon, I’m sorry I got a little hot under the collar there, man, but let’s come to some more rational resolution of this matter. I am your boss; your superior! You know you can’t get away with this, so c’mon, take the money I offered you, just think about how great it would be!”

“Shut the fuck up, and STRIP!!!! NOW!!!! Take off all of your fuckin’ clothes and then hand them over to me, shithead” was Patrick’s reply. To add insult to injury, Patrick extracted a video camera out of his gym bag and started it rolling.

Left with no options, the proud Chadwick Wellborne III was forced to futilely say “you’re gonna pay for this asshole!” before he began to unknot his silk tie, and then began unbuttoning his designer dress shirt, each unbuttoned button revealing more of Chad’s sun-bronzed- dirty-blond-haired chest, until Chad was yanking the shirttails out of his expensive suit pants and removing his shirt altogether, his face crimson red with seething anger and embarrassment. Chad then handed his shirt to Patrick, Patrick noting that Chad’s chest hair fanned out over his sun-bronzed pectorals to cap his hair-haloed man-tits then narrowed before disappearing into the confines of Chad’s expensive suit pants, and noting how his hotshot boss’s manly, hairy armpits were already soaked with nervous perspiration.

Chad then stood there with his sun-bronzed, muscular hairy forearms crossed over his heaving-with-rage, hairy chest, his designer suspenders being the only article of clothing left covering his sun-bronzed, hairy-chested muscular torso, the suspenders brushing against his bare, sun-bronzed skin, inadvertently tweaking his own hair-haloed man-tits as his muscles rippled under his suntanned skin.

“Now the pants, asshole, I haven’t got all day. You do have balls, don’t you, hotstuff??” teased Patrick annoyingly.

With a sigh of defeat, Chad proceeded to glare at Patrick as he first shrugged the designer suspenders off his sun-bronzed, incredibly muscled shoulders, causing them to fall and hang around the waist of his designer suit pants, then unbelted and unzipped, only to let gravity pull his suit pants down over his sun-bronzed, muscular hairy legs into an expensive puddle of the finest wool over his shiny Ferragamo loafers. Chad then carefully removed the trousers and suspenders over his feet and handed the expensive suit pants to Patrick. Chad now made quite an amusing spectacle, being stark naked except for his crisply white Calvin Klein undershorts, his calf-length dark executive socks, and his Ferragamo loafers.

“Now the shorts, fucker. C’mon, show me you’ve got the balls you’re always bragging about! Go on!” said Patrick.
Glaring with rage, Chad slowly yanked down his Calvins, revealing a large flaccid cock and hairy bull-balls surrounded by a lush tropical rainforest of dirty-blond pubes. Patrick could see his boss’s bare ass reflected in the mirror on the wall, bare white globes in total contrast to the rest of his sun-bronzed body, split by a fine line of dirty-blond hair in his manly asscrack. Chad fumingly handed his Calvins to his smirking young intern, Patrick surprisingly returning them to Chad and ordering him to “go on, sniff your fuckin’ stinkin’ shorts for me, yeah, do it! Sniff `em, smell the stink of your own cock, balls, and asshole, asshole!” as Chad was forced to comply to the sound of Patrick’s guffaws, only to return them to Patrick to join the rest of the hotshot’s discarded clothing.

Patrick then ordered Chad to “show me your balls, asshole, yeah, scoop up those suckers and prove to me you’ve got balls, just like you made me do for you, yeah!” as Chad humiliatingly was forced to fondle his hairy bull-balls for Patrick. “That’s where you keep your fuckin’ brains, is it, asshole, huh?” queried Patrick as he laughed at his humiliated, red-faced, denuded employer, standing there in nothing but his calf-length black executive socks and shiny Ferragamo loafers, holding on to his hairy balls!

Patrick then ordered the proud, stuck-up, Chad to kneel on the carpet of the living room of the suite and then crawl bareass into the bedroom of the suite, the room where he had fucked over the unsuspecting secretary before he dumped her as part of Chad’s little plan. Patrick followed with the video camera, smacking Chad’s upturned bare, executive ass with his open frat-boy hand as his employer humiliatingly crawled , dragging his Ferragamo loafer and calf-length-socked self toward the bedroom of the elegant suite, Patrick punctuating every advance with a resounding smack on Chad’s deserving backside until by the time they reached the bed, Chad’s lily-white ass was flaming fire-engine red and stinging.

Patrick then forced Chad to lay on the bed on his back, his weight falling right on his burning backside. To Chad’s horror, Patrick extracted a pair of handcuffs from his gym bag and suddenly grabbed his denuded employer’s wrists and cuffed his arms to the elaborate wrought-iron headboard of the bed revealing the sweaty depths of the hotshot’s hairy armpits, then pulled Chad’s calf-length socked and Ferragamo loafer clad feet through the wrought ironwork of the bottom of the bed and then roped Chad’s hairy ankles so that his size-12 loafered feet hung over the bottom of the bed. Patrick next blindfolded his hunky boss.

“What the fuck you gonna do, asshole?” was Chad’s brilliant query, only to be answered by Patrick’s extracting two tapering feathers from his gym bag and announcing that “You so like being in control of every situation, having power over everyone. I think it’s about time you were on the receiving end for a change, asshole. I’m gonna make you appreciate how ridiculous you look, make you laugh at yourself for a change, laugh your fuckin’ head off, yeah, all caught on videotape!”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about, shitface?” was Chad’s dangerous reply, only to be answered by Patrick’s tapering feathers descending into the depths of Chad’s hairy armpits, twirling the feathers around and around, causing Chad to start squealing with laughter and giggles and begging Patrick to stop, “what is this shit? No!! Stopp!!! C’mon, asshole, no fair, that fuckin’ tickles!!!! No!!!! STOPPPPPP!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!!!!! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! OH MY GAWDDDDD!!!!! STOPPPP!!!!!”

Patrick proceeded to straddle Chad’s hairy chest, delving his feathers into Chad’s helplessly exposed, hairy armpits, twirling the maddening fronds of the feathers around and around the sensitive flesh of Chad’s pits, making him squeal and mewl and beg for mercy, to no avail, as Patrick got the ride of his life from his boss’s bucking bronco body, Patrick’s tight, jean-encased, frat-boy ass bouncing and grinding against Chad’s hairy chest and six-pack abs.

Patrick then lowered his body and sat his jean-encased ass onto Chad’s thrashing crotch while he proceeded to tickle Chad’s hair-haloed man-tits, circling each tits with his feathers, causing them to stand up like little cocks, Patrick tweaking those hot little nubbins with his deft fingers as well, then slid his tormenting feathers down Chad’s ticklish sides and ribs, then over each defined ridge of Chad’s six-pack abs and into his hair-haloed navel, causing Chad to shriek, thrash and scream, arch his back and futilely pull on his cuffs, Chad screaming “NOOOOO!!!!! STOPPPPPP!!! I CAN’T TAKE THIS SHITTTT!!!!! OH MY FUCKIN’ GAWDDDDD!!!! STOP THIS SHIT RIGHT NOWWWW, YOU FUCKIN’ FAGGOT!!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!! AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! OH SHITTTTT!!!!”

Patrick could also feel how the combination of the unwanted stimulation of Chad’s sensitive skin and the force of Patrick’s own tight, jean-encased frat boy ass bouncing over his crotch by the force of Chad’s thrashing, had resulted in Chad’s developing a pulsing, raging boner already, the always hot-to-trot fellow hetero obviously shocked at this response. Patrick, of course, commented on this obvious fact, to Chad’s mortification.

Patrick even ground and bounced his tight, jean-encased frat stud ass down onto Chad’s stiff meat, forcing Chad’s unwanted boner to slide along the seam that divided Patrick’s manly ass, as Patrick continued to tickle the shit out of his deserving boss, using feathers to devastating effect on Chad’s outstretched, hopelessly vulnerable hairy armpits, using the stud’s own nervous perspiration to glide the tickling feather fronds around and around deep in the depths of Chadwick Wellborne III’s manly armpits, then trailing them around and around his erect, volcanically hot, hair-haloed man-tits, only to trail them down his sides and ribs and grind the blunt end of the feather into Chad’s ticklish bellybutton, making Chad arch his back and scream, mewl, and beg for mercy, Chad exclaiming “NOOOOO!!!! STOPPPPPP!!!! NO MORE!!!!! C’MON, GIVE ME FUCKIN’ BREAK!!!!! STOP!!!! AIEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!! OH MY GAWDDDDDD!!!! C’MON. STOP, NO, I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE OF THIS SHIT!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!! NOT THERE!!!! NO!!!!!!! AIEEEEEE!!!”

Chad’s boner flopped noisily against Patrick’s jean-encased ass, Patrick developing a half-hard cock himself, his cock filling with blood as an incredible sense of power over his deserving boss coursed through his studly veins and into his crotch, Patrick getting off on the power-trip of making his boss laugh his head off, making his skin crawl and get covered with maddening goosebumps, and then become sexually aroused by it all, all against his hetero will!!! “Kewl!” thought Patrick.

Patrick then jumped off Chad only to approach Chad’s helplessly aroused pecker with a feather, teasing Chad by not actually touching him with it, but coming within a hair’s breadth of doing so, making Chad wince and squeal in anticipation of being tickled in one of his most intimate areas with the maddening torture instrument, Chad’s eyes bugging comically when Patrick came close to tickling his hairy bull-balls with another feather, Chad attempting to jerk his “crown jewels” out of harm’s way. Chad didn’t even want to know what it might feel like for the instruments, which had set the flesh of his hairy torso crawling, to actually make contact with his most private area; shit Patrick was even trailing one down in the vicinity of Chad’s most private orifice, his hair-haloed virgin asshole!

After hovering for some time, Patrick finally let the feathers make “contact” in all these places at once, Patrick teasing the feathers up and down up and down the length of Chad’s dripping fuckstick, teasing the sensitive underside of his glans and circling the pink, crinkly skin of Chad’s mushroom-capped cockhead while he let feather fronds tease the very tip of his boss’s throbbing penis, using his other feather to simultaneously tease Chad’s hairy bull-balls, making Chad’s pent-up executive cum churn in his manly balls, wildly teasing his baby-making nut oysters and making the bound executive’s manly balls ache with the need to release blast after blast of executive cum. Patrick mused that he really should send a copy of this video to the woman Chad set up and dumped. No doubt she would like to see Chad being cum-denied and teased shitless, being forced to grind his hot little spanked ass into the bed making the little figure 8’s of desperate need he was unconsciously making in response to the feather stimulation, his erect man-tits pointed toward the ceiling in frustrated anticipation and tingling and burning with unbidden sexual excitement, sending electric currents of sexual desire coursing down to his hairy, over-stimulated bull-balls. Poor Chad-baby-all worked up and frustrated! Used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it, his way, suddenly out-of-control, thrashing with sexual need like the two-bit whore in heat he was!

Patrick couldn’t resist the idea of diddling the macho asshole’s virgin shitchute with the feather too. As Chad made his desperate figure-8’s of pile-driving need in response to his manly cock and balls being over-stimulated by the other feathers, Patrick kept seeing Chad’s hair-haloed virgin asshole winking pinkly at him. Hmm, let’s see how the bastard reacts when I trail this teasing sucker down the line of fur growing under Chad’s pent-up hairy bull-balls, thought Patrick. Patrick trailed the feather down that line of fur causing Chad to gasp in shock, then stiffen and squeal in disbelief and arousal as Patrick’s feather made contact with his most guarded orifice, circling around and around Chad’s hair-haloed, pink, virgin shithole, teasing the dude’s hole with mesmerizing effect, making him jump and howl in disbelief. Patrick swirled the teasing feather fronds around and around Chad’s shitter as he simultaneously continued to tease his dripping prickhead and balls, causing Chad to oooo and ahhhh in unbidden pleasure, Chad eventually rearing his figure-8’ing booty right back onto the invading feather, not realizing or caring that the teasing torture instrument was now drilling up into the straight dude’s unused hole, beginning to feather-fuck him, his greedy little hole seeming to beg for more, more, deeper, deeper! Chad thrashed in an unmitigated tickle frenzy, his red-hot tongue hanging out and drooling with undisguised lust, as he thrust his musky hole back down onto the invading feather, the penetrating fronds teasing up into the depths of his shitter and stimulating his never-before-utilized prostate, Chad nearly kicking off his Ferragamo loafers off of his executive calf-length-socked feet in his total excitement.

Patrick soon backed off this pleasurable treatment causing Chad to howl in anguish “But I was so close, no, don’t stop now, dude!”

Patrick instead proceeded to the foot of the bed, and removed Chad’s sweaty Ferragamo loafers, then recoiled in honest reaction to the sudden, steamy release of his executive-socked foot odor, saying “Shit, Wellborne, you may be an upper-crust sort of person, but your fuckin’ feet stink to high heaven; you got a `crust’ of high-class toe jam in those socks or something? Whew!! I hope they don’t set off the smoke alarms!!” to Chad’s mortification and humiliation.

Patrick then removed Chad’s executive, calf-length socks, leaving him now totally bareassed naked, revealing his bare, size-12 pink-soled, sweaty feet, Chad surprised to feel more totally naked than ever. Chad was amazed at how having his bound, bare feet suddenly exposed to the air like that made him feel completely undressed and humiliated, like when Chad had been caught in the nude in front of his sister and her giggling girlfriends when he came out of the shower into the hall not knowing they were there, or the time at his gym when he screwed up his locker combination after showering and was forced to squat nude in front of his locker, his wet, exposed cock and balls swaying in the air as he madly tried to unlock it, pulling on the lock and cursing while other patrons failed to suppress amused grins.

Chad literally jumped as if shot with jolts of electricity as Patrick suddenly trailed two feathers along both of his exposed, pink, size-12 soles, sliding them expertly with devastating effect, teasing the length of the soles of his bare feet, teasing his twitching toes and between his curling, squirming toes, only to suddenly slide down to his pink arches and heels or sneak over to the hairy tops of his executive feet and toes teasing his exquisitely exposed executive tootsies till Chad was near dementia, squealing “NOOOOO!!!! NOT MY FUCKIN’ FEET!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!. CUT THAT OUT!!!!! HAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! AIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! NO MORE!! STOP!!! NO!!! OH MY GAWWWDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!! PUH-LEEZE NO MORE!!!!!!! STOPPPPPP!!!!” as Chad squealed, mewled and thrashed in his bonds, begging for mercy to no avail.

All the foot teasing only made Chad’s boner pulsate with aching need all the more. Patrick unbound Chad’s feet and yanked them over his head to join near where his hairy wrists were cuffed to the headboard, then re-tied Chad’s hairy ankles to the headboard, causing him to double over so that his big hard cock was closer to his face, so that Chad stared semi-cross-eyed at the dripping piss-slit of his own hard cock, and so that Chad’s furry asscrack, wide-open asshole and still-red-from-spanking ass were all totally exposed as well. Patrick then pulled out all the stops and began to trail feathers delicately through Chad’s furry asscrack, teasing the base of his spine while he teased his hairy bull-balls and cum-denied cock, then sliding a feather through his asscrack to again circle his hungry virgin asshole, driving him up the wall with sex-heat and desire, Patrick also alternating his teasing of the dude’s pulsating pecker with forays into Chad’s hairy armpits, volcanic, hair-haloed man-tits, ribs and sides, until Chad was laughing his head off and gasping with undisguised lust, Patrick again and again bringing the bound executive to the brink of a satisfying climax, only to back off at the critical moment. Finally, Patrick triggered the arrogant executive’s climax, laughing as the mere teasing strokes of the feathers on his pulsating prick and cum-churning executive balls and quivering asshole caused Chad to scream at the top of his lungs, the toes of Chad’s size-12 feet curling in anticipation, as Chad’s cock erupted in bolt after bolt of highly-pressurized executive cum, huge spurts of red-hot jizz hitting the surprised executive right in the face, his mouth, his nostrils, his eyes and his sweat-drenched hair, only to squirt over his head onto the wall behind, splattering the upholstered silk wall of the extravagant suite with volley after volley of pent-up executive cum as tiny blasts of cum-rockets split off and separated from the main volleys, spraying the silk sheets, Chad’s heaving hairy chest and fountaining onto the expensive deep-pile carpeting. Finally, Chad lay back in an exhausted heap, totally spent from the most intense orgasm of his life.

Patrick let Chad lie in his own cum, then duct-taped his mouth as Patrick went to the living room of the suite to order room service dinner for them. Chad ordered an expensive steak for himself and some special Tex-Mex chili and beans and some beer for Chad. After room service left, Patrick removed the duct tape and spoon-fed the hungry Chad with the spicy chili and beans like a hungry baby, Chad greedily devouring his meal, since he was hungry after his exertion and sexual release and the fact that it had been a long time since lunch. Patrick made sure that Chad’s thirst was quenched by two big Corona beers. Chad was soon pleasantly full and a little buzzed from the beer, belching loudly. Patrick finished his dinner, then announced he was going. Chad couldn’t believe it! Surely he wouldn’t leave him tied up naked like this! Worse, Chad announced he needed to take a piss after all that beer and a full meal of chili and beans. Patrick deliberately pressed down hard on Chad’s six-pack abs right above his pubic bush pressing against his full bladder as he also poked Chad in the ribs, saying “oh does widdle Chaddy need to pee, huh? And his satisfied tum-tum’s all full of beans and gassy beer, idn’t it, hmmm???,” said Patrick as he patted Chad’s full stomach. “Too bad!” the pressure causing Chad to unexpectedly and ominously let out a loud, gassy fart, Patrick commenting on the fucking stench of the executive’s embarrassing flatulence.

Patrick re-applied the duct tape to his mouth, then left the gurgling, naked Chad still tied to the bed. Patrick would call hotel security the next day and let them know there was a “disturbance” in the suite. For now, Patrick hung the “do not disturb” sign on the door of the suite; no “turn-down” service for old Chad tonight!! No fuckin’ mint on his pillow!! What the fuck was Chad’s world coming to? Let the fucker strain in his bonds all night long. With any luck old Chad would not be able to contain his big load of piss in his executive bladder much longer and would also probably be ready to “grow a tail” before morning-serve him right to be found covered in his own hotshot piss and stinkin’ executive shit!

Now for good old Madison Richmond. Madison’s girlfriend was out of town and it was Friday evening. Patrick first stopped by “Mr. Billy’s” (officially the “Elite Escort Service”) office again in order to pick up his UPS uniform and meet the “escorts” who would be helping him out. “Mr. Billy” introduced Patrick to Vince and Tony. Vince was 23, 6’3″, and Tony was 20 and 6′ 1″, Patrick’s height. Both were darkly handsome, masculine guys, and Patrick had to admit that they looked good in their UPS summer uniforms, “Mr. Billy” pointing out how “cute” they looked in them, “those cute, hairy legs, those deep tans, I must say, I do not charge nearly enough, but I do feel that it is my civic duty, simply my duty, to make people’s fantasies come true, oh but yes!!!” “Mr. Billy” then presented Patrick with his own UPS uniform. Patrick had brought his gym bag full of goodies and the video recorder so he sheepishly went to a nearby closet to change into the UPS uniform. Patrick had to admit he looked hot in the uniform; maybe he should keep it for awhile, give his girlfriend a thrill, hah!

Patrick returned to join the “escorts” he had hired. The plan was to use Vince’s panel van. Vince and Tony would hop out when they reached Madison’s house bearing a large brown parcel addressed to Madison’s girlfriend. Vince and Tony were to gain access to Madison’s house to deposit the supposed parcel, then jump him, strip him, tie him up and blindfold him, then one of them was supposed to signal Patrick who would then join the festivities.

Patrick hopped into the van, finding himself sandwiched between the driver, Vince, and Tony on his right. While they drove to Madison’s, Patrick was perturbed to feel the wiry hairs of Vince and Tony’s hairy muscular legs “accidentally” brushing his own, seemingly at every opportunity, then was completely shocked when Tony’s left hand suddenly fell into Patrick’s tight, UPS-shorted crotch as he was literally trapped between the two gay guys, Tony announcing that “this will be hot, jumping your boyfriend and tickling the shit out of him, makes me hot, you too, stud?” and, before Patrick could protest, started to massage his hand right over the packed crotch of Patrick’s UPS shorts!

Patrick was in a dilemma. Here he was, supposed to be gay, too, so he couldn’t very well hit Tony or get too uptight at being felt up. His indecision only encouraged the driver, Tony’s friend, Vince, to drop his own beefy right hand into Patrick’s crotch to join Tony’s and soon both “escorts” were expertly massaging the trapped frat-boy’s UPS-shorted crotch. Patrick decided to let them for awhile, shit, it did feel good, these guys knew what they were doing, and Patrick had gotten a little excited at the sexual power he had recently had over Chad and was now anticipating a further session with Madison. Patrick stretched out his muscular, sun-bronzed arms over the back of the bench seat and unconsciously thrust his UPS-shorted ass further down in the seat and opened his sun-bronzed, hairy frat boy legs wider to give the massaging hands further access to his well-packed crotch. This movement of his arms resulted in Patrick inadvertently exposing his right, jet-black-haired armpit to Tony’s view under the short sleeve of his UPS uniform shirt as it rode up from Patrick’s stretching. Tony soon planted his face right over, then into Patrick’s hairy pit, his nose and mouth blowing hot gusts of air onto the exposed frat-boy pit while Tony and Vince massaged his crotch, Tony delving his hot tongue under the UPS uniform shirt opening, and tonguing the sweat out of Patrick’s pit, chewing on Patrick’s pit hair. The net result was that Patrick suddenly felt a surge of sex-heat in his manly crotch from the sheer (to his straight-boy mind) perversity of all this, Patrick panicking as he felt his traitorous, pussy-taming cock pulse and fill with blood as a pleasant sexual arousal surged through his manly loins, Patrick growling in rising lust as his cock throbbed in response.

It was only when Tony suddenly swooped his head down and tried to unzip Patrick’s UPS shorts to get to Patrick’s obvious boner, that Patrick was able to regain control of the situation without setting off red flags that he was straight, Patrick managing to sit up and re-zip his UPS shorts saying “Hey, no, c’mon, remember all this is for my lover, Madison, it’s his birthday, remember, c’mon we’re a, er, couple, I don’t feel right, er, cheating, on him with you guys, understand? Now, c’mon let’s fulfill Madison’s tickling fantasy for him, right?” Tony and Vince reluctantly let Patrick be, at least for the time being. Shit, thought Patrick, I’m gonna have to watch these guys! Damn, I never thought they’d pull a stunt like that! But the ever fair-minded Patrick had to admit that it had felt good, intriguingly good, and he couldn’t blame the guys for trying, after all, Patrick was pretending to be gay himself. Patrick was embarrassed to admit that his cock jumped again at the memory of his recent interlude. Damn, he was horny! When he finally got through with this retribution shit, he was determined to bang the daylights out of his girlfriend and the sooner the better. All this power tripping was giving him a raging hard-on. Damn!

Luckily, the trio soon neared Madison’s house. When they arrived at the secluded house, Vince and Tony got out of the van and went to the back to extricate the big parcel, then carried it to the front door. Madison answered the door, still suited up from work. Patrick could see as he surreptitiously watched the house that Madison looked momentarily confused as to why the package had arrived, but he allowed the 2 UPS guys into his entry hall. When Madison was distracted signing a clipboard they had brought for authenticity, Vince and Tony jumped him, the flabbergasted Madison dropping the clipboard as Vince and Tony easily cuffed him and blindfolded him, then found the master bedroom and plopped him head first onto the mattress. Vince and Tony then set Patrick’s video tape recorder on, informing Madison they were videotaping him as blackmail, and proceeded to rip-strip the arrogant Madison Richmond out of his designer suit, Vince ripping his designer shirt right off his body, buttons flying all over, while Tony grabbed one of his expensive wool suit pant’s pockets and ripped down sharply causing the expensive fabric to slice in a giant rip over his ass and down to his ankles where the pants leg now flapped like a useless rag so that in seconds the proud, cursing hotshot was nearly naked, his panting sun-bronzed hairy chest and hairy sun-bronzed muscular legs totally exposed. The remains of Madison’s suit pants were discarded along with his shoes and socks and the remnants of his shirt were cut off over the handcuffs. Vince then ripped off the last remnant of cloth on the terrified stud’s body, his packed white Calvins, exposing the darkly handsome stud’s big cock, hairy bull-balls and lightly hair-flecked white ass, which was split by a line of jet-black fur. They then released the blindfolded, disoriented executive, then flipped the denuded hotshot on his back and held him down, re-cuffing his wrists to the headboard, exposing his jet-black-haired, sweaty armpits, then spread-eagled his hairy ankles to the foot of the bed. Tony then went to signal Patrick, who soon joined them. The blindfolded Madison kept asking them what they wanted, that he had money, to just let him go, to no avail.

The trio then approached the bound stud with feathers, each delving into hairy armpits, ribs, sides, cock, balls and feet at random, causing the sensitive-skinned secretly ticklish dude to howl in horror and beg for mercy, Madison reacting as if jolted by electricity in all of his most sensitive places, screaming “AIEEEEEE!!!!! OH MY GAWDDDDD!!!! HELP MEEEEE!!!!! NOOOOO, STOPP!!! DON’T TICKLE ME, ANYTHING BUT THAAAATTTT!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! I’M A RICH MAN, I’LL PAY YOU TO STOPPPPP!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!! NO, NOT THERE, OH GOD PLEASE NOT THERE!!! NOT MY PITS!!!! AIEEEEEE!!!! NOT MY FUCKIN FEET!!!!! ARGHHHH!!!! NOT MY RIBS!!!!! EEEEEEEKKK!!! NOT MY NAVEL!!!!! NOT ALL AT ONCE, NOOOOOO!!!!PUH-LEEZE STOPPPPP!!! I’LL GO CRAZY!!!!!! NOOOOO!!!!”

Madison’s bondage was not so tight that it prevented him from moving and thrashing to attempt to escape the tickle torture. Madison was able to flip over almost onto his stomach and then return back onto his back; amusingly, all this thrashing managed to do was to expose even more areas of his hyper-ticklish executive body to the devilish UPS trio’s feathers and fingers. The trio was able to make contact not only with Madison’s hunky hairy chest, tits, ribs, sides, cock, balls and feet, but were also able to access his sun-bronzed muscular back, ass, and the backs of his thighs and legs as he pulled and twisted in his bondage, the trio sometimes aiming for one spot on Madison’s front only to make contact with an equally devastating, unexpected spot on Madison’s back, driving the super-ticklish dude to near dementia. Madison was so ticklish he had already squirted some piss involuntarily onto his bed, to the trio’s catcalls and whooping “woo-woo-woos” as he violently contracted his ticklish six pack abs in an effort to catch his breath while being worked over by three guys at the same time while he was blindfolded and unable to anticipate where he was going to be tormented next.

The trio was also able to smack Madison’s deserving hair-flecked executive ass a flaming fire engine red each time he involuntarily presented his cut little buttcheeks as he thrashed over onto his stomach in an attempt to temporarily conceal his hairy chest, tits and cock and balls from the trio’s teasing, only to be rewarded by being tickled on his back and from underneath, and having his ass smacked and/or tickled as well!

Patrick then straddled Madison’s six-pack abs and sat his short-panted UPS uniformed ass down practically on top of Madison’s growing boner, the hyper-ticklish executive having reacted to all the over-stimulation by his cock getting half-hard despite his best efforts not to. How fuckin’ humiliating! These UPS guys were some kind of gay maniacs and Madison’s straight macho self was reacting to their tickling by getting a hard-on! Damn! Patrick used two feathers to delve right into Madison’s upraised, hairy, sweaty armpits, while Tony concentrated on circling feathers around Madison’s hair-haloed man-tits which stood up like pencil erasers in rising sex-heat, while Vince twirled feathers over Madison’s bare soles, toes and heels. Madison squealed, mewled and begged for mercy as he laughed his head off involuntarily.

Patrick was trapped again as Tony leered at him, only for Tony to suddenly expertly massage the front of Patrick’s tight UPS shorts, Patrick embarrassed that Tony could obviously feel how Patrick was reacting to the power trip of topping his boss Madison, Patrick having sprung an enormous frat-boy boner in his Calvins from the whole perverse scene. Worse, Vince was reaching up and massaging Patrick’s straight-boy assmounds through his UPS uniform shorts and Calvins when he wasn’t grabbing Madison’s own boner and slapping it hard against the crack of Patrick’s UPS-shorted ass, driving Patrick wild with sexual excitement, and further tormenting the uptight Madison. Patrick felt he had to go along with this; after all, he was playing the role of Madison’s “lover” and it was natural that Vince and Tony assumed Patrick would be turned on by the scene he had planned. Nevertheless it both unsettled and aroused Patrick, all the more so since Madison’s hunky body was going totally apeshit from being tickled by 3 persons at once and was giving Patrick the ride of his life; it was hard to stay “in the saddle” as it was, let alone with Tony and Vince feeling him up again!

Fearing that his rock-hard boner would work its way out of one of the leg openings of his UPS shorts or that he’d blow his wad in his fuckin’ pants if Tony and Vince kept their expert ministrations up, Vince now running one of his fingers down Patrick’s UPS shorted asscrack while Tony massaged his crotch, Patrick jumped off of Madison and proceeded to tease Madison’s rampant cock with one feather and his hairy bull-balls with the other. Vince kept tickle torturing Madison’s feet, Vince rubbing his own UPS shorted crotch right against Madison’s wriggling feet and squirming toes while he did so, letting Madison’s feet inadvertently massage Vince’s sex-crazed cock and balls with his feet and toes, while Tony took over tickling Madison’s hairy pits, tits, ribs and sides, while Patrick managed to stay out of reach of Vince and Tony, Patrick’s boner as evident in his UPS shorts as were Vince’s and Tony’s obvious erections in theirs.

Patrick teased Madison’s piss slit and the underside of his sensitive glans, also twirling the feather fronds around and around Madison’s mushroom-shaped cockhead while he simultaneously teased Madison’s hairy executive bull-balls, as Vince tickled his feet mercilessly and Tony worked on his upper torso, teasing his hairy chest, hair-haloed man-tits and helplessly exposed armpits as Madison wildly thrashed on the bed in his bondage, again rolling partially onto his stomach to try to avoid their tickling, which only resulted in his again exposing his sides and back and bare ass to their teasing feathers, whereupon he would roll back over onto his back, only to again be teased on his pits, tits, cock, balls and feet. The trio kept this up nonstop and relentlessly for several minutes, till Madison was screeching, crying and begging as he laughed his head off and screamed banshee wails, Madison screaming “AIEEEEE!!!! NO MORE!!!!!! STOP!!!! LET ME CATCH -MY—BREATH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!! NO, NOT THERE AGAIN!!! NO, STOPPPPP!!! PUH-LEEZE STOPPPP!!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! LET ME GOOOO!!!! NO MORE!!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING, PAY ANYTHING, JUST LET ME GOOOO!!!!!! AIEEEEEEE!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I’M CRAWLING OUT OF MY FUCKIN’ SKIN!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!! NOT THERE!!! NOT MY FEET!!!! NO GOD NOT MY PITS AGAIN!!! NO NOT MY RIBS, NOOOO!!!! AIEEEEEEEE!!!! NOT MY SIDES OH NO NOT THERE PLEASE, AIEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!! as the trio went “kootchie kootchie koo, who’s our ticklish baby, hmmmm??? Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!!!” driving Madison into a total tickle-frenzied dementia.

The trio then untied Madison’s feet and raised them high over his head, exposing his furry asscrack and hair-haloed virgin asshole, only to re-bind his feet to the headboard of the bed. Patrick then teased Madison’s furry crack with one feather, while he teased his hairy bull-balls and cock with the other, while Vince tickled his pits and Tony tickled his rebound feet. The trio kept teasing the hyper-sensitive stud over and over again to the brink of orgasm, only to deny him any relief and until he was begging to cum. Patrick circled one feather around and around Madison’s hair-haloed asshole, driving him wild with lust, Patrick eventually working the teasing feather right into the executive’s asshole, feather-fucking him expertly while Patrick simultaneously teased the dude’s hairy bull-balls, making his squirming, baby-making nut-oysters go wildly desperate for release, as Patrick also slid his feather over Madison’s dripping cock, teasing the sensitive underside of the glans. The trio kept up the intense tickle torture until Madison suddenly cut loose with an audible whoosh as the feathers brought him over the edge, past the point of no return, as giant bolts of red-hot jizz exploded from the tip of the executive’s big prick exploding into Madison’s handsome face, his blindfold, up his flaring nostrils, into his screaming mouth, his hair then shooting back past the headboard onto the wall and onto Vince and Tony, huge explosions of jizz inundating Madison’s heaving, hairy chest, hair-haloed man-tits and into his hairy, sweaty armpits, Patrick feather-fucking his prostate throughout to get every last drop of man-seed the dude had in him.
The trio left Madison tied up and gagged. They would call the cops anonymously in a few hours to report noises coming from Madison’s house. Let him explain how he ended up like that!

“Hey, thanks guys, you were great in there!” said Patrick as they walked toward the van afterwards, three hunky guys in their UPS short-panted uniforms, Vince and Tony carrying the phony prop parcel. “Look, I shoulda told you guys this before, but I didn’t want to blow the scene with Madison. Madison’s not my `lover’ or any of that shit; he was my fuckin’ boss!! He’s as straight as I am, that was the beauty of it!! Madison and my other boss were stealing from the company, and I’m gonna turn them in, but first I wanted to have some fun with their arrogant attitudes!’

“Whattaya mean, you’re `straight,’ dude? What about that action we got into in the van on the way over and while we were doing Madison?” queried Tony.

“Aw, shit, I was stuck! Didn’t want to blow my cover, it could have ruined the scene with Madison. I didn’t know; thought you guys might chicken out if you knew Madison and I were straight; it’s not like it’s exactly legal or anything to tie up guys and tickle them, but with the video tape of it, which Madison knows about, now I’ve got insurance, so don’t worry about anything!” said Patrick.

“Well, shit that was a hot scene, dude. Explains why Madison seemed so shocked and uptight- straight dude! Makes it even hotter. Don’t deny you got hot while topping Madison, Patrick!” said Vince.

“Nah, can’t deny it. For me, it’s the sheer perversity of having that kind of power over a hotshot like Madison, it’s not really sexual, though the power stuff turns me on, for sure!” admitted Patrick.

Patrick then helped Vince and Tony replace the fake “package” into the van, Patrick preceding them into the van to position it. Patrick accidentally bumped his head on his way up, bumping it on a built-in metal clasp with a hole through it, used to tie loads to, to prevent them from shifting during travel. Patrick made a joke about his clumsiness, but sat down on the floor of the van next to the package, rubbing his head with one of his strong, sun-bronzed arms, his sun-bronzed hairy legs spread wide out in front of him, inadvertently giving Vince and Tony a glimpse of his packed Calvins underneath his UPS uniform shorts. Vince said “Hey, dude, looks like your `Mr. Happy’ is still in the `upright position’ as they say on the airliners. C’mon, dude, you can’t deny that scene left you as horny as we are, dude! C’mon, Tony and I are professionals. You already know that we know what we’re doing, stud! Tony and I know how to get your frat-boy rocks off, and don’t worry, we know how to do it without offending straight sensibilities, and we give excellent massages, mind-blowing hand-jobs. How about it? Madison ain’t going nowhere and this area is totally secluded” queried Vince.

“Naw, no way, man! C’mon, I’m straight! That’s just too fuckin’ weird!” replied Patrick.

Vince’s reply was to reach out and expertly massage Patrick’s bulging crotch through his UPS uniform shorts, causing Patrick to initially yelp “Hey NO!! I said, no, you fucker!” Patrick reaching to shoo Vince’s hand away, but Vince had already located the horny frat-boy’s cockhead through his shorts and was expertly massaging its sensitive underside. Vince then withdrew his hand, but not before he had noticed a glazed look of increasing lust on Patrick’s handsome sun-bronzed face as Patrick swallowed a wad of sex-spit in response to his obvious arousal.

“OK, OK, you guys, just a hand-job though, yeah c’mon I got money, how much is it for a hand-job, guys? Tell ya what,” said Patrick, reaching into the pocket of his UPS shorts, “You guys were so good, when you were hired to fuck over Madison for me, you guys can earn this extra C-bill from me, if you guys give me an excellent hand-job, understand? You guys do a good job and it’s yours. Now, get to it, dudes, service this straight frat-boy’s cock for him, yeah earn that money, work for it, yeah!”

Vince and Tony were a little taken aback by all this. Who the fuck did Patrick think he was, suddenly treating them like “hired help” or something? Shit, Vince and Tony would have gladly done Patrick for free, but exchanged glances between them, unseen by the sex-glazed Patrick, which silently said “Let’s teach this motherfucker a lesson of his own!”

Vince and Tony crawled up to where Patrick lay, each massaging his crotch through his UPS uniform shorts, causing Patrick to lay back and ooo and ahh with rising lust. Vince than suggested that Patrick remove the UPS uniform- “Mr. Billy won’t like it if you bring it back all covered with frat-boy cum” lied Vince (Shit, he would love it in reality , oh but yes!).

Patrick could see the sense in this, so he let the two hired “escorts” ease him out of his UPS uniform shirt, revealing his sun-bronzed, lightly-jet-black-haired frat boy chest, and sweaty, jet-black-haired armpits, Tony tweaking Patrick’s hair-haloed tits causing him to gasp in rising lust, as Vince simultaneously massaged the frat-boy’s bulging crotch through the UPS shorts. Patrick’s girlfriends had never worked over his man-tits for him; the uninitiated Patrick was getting his first taste of tit work, and obviously liked it, his frat-boy nubbins standing up at attention as Patrick involuntarily moaned “Oh Gawwddd!!! That feels fuckin’ fan-tas-tic, dudes, yeah, keep up the good work, you know you want to earn my C-bill, yeah!!!!” Vince had cleverly started the video camera rolling inside Patrick’s gym bag without Patrick having seen. Vince and Tony would have their own “insurance”!

Vince then unhooked the waist clasp of Patrick’s brown UPS uniform shorts and eased them down off of his long, sun-bronzed hairy legs, Vince raising those legs in the process, then eased them over his shoes and socks, then removed Patrick’s shoes and brown UPS uniform socks. Vince feasted on the smell of those hunky size-12 frat-boy feet, then couldn’t resist chowing down on them, sliding his hot taster all over the soles, toes and heels of the pink feet, savoring their smell and taste. To Vince’s relief, Patrick did not call him off, in fact, he seemed to be getting off on the “power trip” of having his feet worshipped, even though Vince and Tony had strayed somewhat from a pure “hand-job”. Vince loved the view of the frat-boy’s nearly naked, sun-bronzed muscular body, as Patrick lay panting clad only his bulging, snow-white frat-boy Calvins, as Tony simultaneously massaged his crotch through the undershorts and played with Patrick’s volcanic frat-boy tits.

Vince then joined Tony at Patrick’s crotch and suddenly yanked down Patrick’s Calvins, revealing Patrick’s huge, erect cock and hairy bull-balls, Patrick’s bare, white ass being reveled as Vince raised Patrick’s legs again to remove the Calvins over Patrick’s size-12s, Patrick’s ass lightly hair-flecked and split by a line of dark fur, Patrick’s hair-haloed virgin butthole inadvertently winking pinkly as his legs were in the air.

Vince then held the Calvins to his face and sniffed their musky crotch and ass areas, causing Patrick to crow “yeah do it, eat my fuckin’ frat boy shorts! That give you a charge, huh, sniffin’ my funky frat boy shorts? Yeah, go ahead, work for this C-bill, yeah!”

Vince and Tony then each grabbed Patrick’s frat-boy cock in their hands and began expertly stroking and professionally pumping Patrick’s prick, instructing him to lay back and enjoy it while they stroked him into heaven, watching as Patrick lay back with his hands behind his head, exposing the depths of his hairy armpits, barely watching through his glazed, sex-crazed eyes as his two hired “escorts” gave him an excellent hand-job, Patrick feeling that at any second he was going to blow a big load, his toes curling on his size-12s in sex-crazed anticipation As Patrick blissfully lay back on the verge of orgasm, smugly resting his handsome head on his sun-bronzed hands behind his head, his hairy, soupy armpits completely exposed and vulnerable, Tony suddenly snapped an extra pair of handcuffs they had brought with them over Patrick’s right wrist then yanked it through the clasp in the wall of the van Patrick had hit his head on, and snapped the other cuff over Patrick’s left wrist, leaving the denuded frat boy suddenly helpless, his big, sunbronzed muscular arms raised above his head, and his hairy, sweaty armpits totally and hopelessly exposed.

“Hey! What the fuck!!?? What’s this shit???? Hey, c’mon, this wasn’t part of the deal!!! What the fuck’s on your minds, you dirty double-crossing fuckers!!! Hey, no C-bill unless you let me go, NOW!” ordered Patrick.

“We were gonna give you a hand-job for free, asshole, but it seems you need a little attitude adjustment of your own. Don’t worry, we have our scruples, even if we are hustlers. We won’t fuck your straight-boy ass or make you suck our cocks or eat out our assholes or anything, though we sure as hell now could, and would like to, so don’t panic, but we’re gonna make you pay for your attitude dude! Gonna tickle the shit out of you, hotshot, make you star in your own blackmail video. You’ll get your hot little frat-boy rocks off, gonna get you to shoot those pent-up, straight-boy, baby-making nut oysters for our entertainment big time, eventually, but first, you’re gonna earn it! Then you’re gonna be ours hotstuff, our own little frat-boy tickle slave for further sessions. Yeah, gonna get you to get us your senior frat buddies, the really homophobic ones, the Pledgemaster, the snot-nosed frat President; gonna tie them down swat the homophobic Pledgemaster with his own fuckin’ pledge paddle, and tickle both of them too-maybe make them suck our cocks and eat our asses, that would be hot. But mostly you’re gonna be ours- ours to play with and tease. Gonna tie ya to a chair one night in your Ralph Lauren Polo shirt and jeans before a date, when you’re all scrubbed up and cologne-scented and your frat-boy cock is ready to burst, gonna take off your athletic shoes and socks, tickle those size-12s while we tweak your thrust-out-from-being-tied to-a-chair frat-boy man-tits through your Polo shirt, haul out your big cock and tickle it repeatedly to orgasm, after first cum-denying you for hours. Yeah, you’re gonna love it, dude!” all to Patrick’s disbelief and horror. Worse, the mental picture that formed of him tied to a chair and teased got Patrick’s cock even harder in frustrated lust. Damn! They were doing a number on Patrick’s straight-boy mind; kinda scary, but kinda hot!

Vince then straddled Patrick’s six-pack abs, the coarse, bristly leg hairs of his sun-bronzed legs brushing the sensitive sides of Patrick’s denuded chest, while Tony sat his own UPS-shorted ass down onto Patrick’s hairy knees, facing his victim’s sexy, size-12 bare feet. Vince also slid his UPS shorted ass over Patrick’s straining boner, rubbing his uniformed asscrack over Patrick’s pulsing pecker before sitting himself back up on his six-pack abs. Vince then proceeded to tickle Patrick’s exposed hairy armpits with two feathers while Tony started to tickle Patrick’s bare feet with feathers, causing Patrick to squeal, shriek and beg for mercy “NOOOO!!!! STOPPPPPP!!! C’MON, NOOOOOOO!!! HELPPPPP!!!! STOPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! AIEEEE!!!!!! OH MY GAWDDDDD!!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!! NOT TWO AT ONCE, NOOOOO!!!”

After several more minutes of tickle torture, Tony and Vince raised Patrick’s sun-bronzed muscular hairy legs in the air and swatted his deserving frat-boy ass until it was flaming fire-engine red, then proceeded to trail feathers down his exposed hairy asscrack, circling his hair-haloed virgin asshole, causing the frat boy to flinch and then ooo and ahhh at the unexpected pleasure he was receiving from his first bout of anal stimulation. Fuck, thought Patrick, and I thought it was just for taking a dump! Damn! Patrick unknowingly began to thrust his manly buns back onto the invading feathers, shoving his stinging, red, frat-boy ass back against the feathers, while Tony and Vince delicately slid the teasing tormentors all up and down his furry crack and over, then into his hole, feather-fucking the arrogant frat-boy’s open butthole as he mewled with pleasure. “Yeah, admit it straight-boy, you like having your ass played with, don’t cha huh? Wag that frat-boy ass for us, give us a show, earn our fuckin’ C-bill from us, bitch,” said Tony, throwing the cash onto Patrick’s hairy chest, making Patrick feel like a street trash whore, “Tell us how good it feels, yeah” breathed Vince into Patrick’s ear, Patrick saying “Oh, yeahhh, do it, tickle my fuckin’ straight, hot, butch hole and crack, yeah do it, it feels good, real good, yeah go ahead slide that feather up my hot butt, spank my ass, yeah, show me who’s calling the shots now, yeah. Make me fuckin’ pay for treating ya like street trash, yeah!!!”

Vince also slid feathers over Patrick’s dripping, hard cock and hairy bull-balls, teasing the churning nut oysters in the hapless frat-boy’s pent-up bull balls, making his baby-makers squirm in desperation, teasing the sensitive glans and cockhead of the out-of-it hetero, driving him wild with unfulfilled lust.

Vince and Tony then let Patrick’s hairy legs drop back down onto the floor of the van, and Vince re-positioned himself over Patrick’s hairy chest, using his ten twitching fingers to delve into Patrick’s hairy armpits, making him squeal and buck wildly, while Tony worked on the straight dude’s bare, size 12 feet, Vince alternately raking his fingers over Patrick’s stretched out sides and ribs, counting his ribs and screwing one sun-bronzed finger deep into Patrick’s belly-button, while Tony tickled the soles, toes and heels of the bound frat-boys squirming feet, causing Patrick to arch his back, squeal, scream, mewl and beg for mercy to no avail, Patrick covered in sweat as he struggled valiantly and futilely to free himself from being teased by the very street trash he had hired to work over Madison. Incredible! Here he was a moneyed, high-class straight frat-boy being worked over by the same low-class guys he had hired to humiliate Madison! Shit! Talk about having the fuckin’ tables turned!

Vince and Tony kept up the extreme tickle torture for almost another hour, then decided to let the frat-boy finally blast his load for them. Vince and Tony raised Patrick’s hairy legs over his head and tied them to the clasp his wrists were cuffed to, so that Patrick’s bare, still red ass was high in the air his furry buttcrack and hair-haloed virgin asshole were wide open and totally exposed to the air, and his big cock was practically staring him right in his own face.

Vince tickled Patrick’s dripping boner with a feather, teasing the sensitive glans and cockhead while he teased Patrick’s cum-churning frat-boy hairy bull-balls and wide-open butthole, while Tony tweaked his hair-haloed man tits and tickled and yanked on the frat-stud’s armpit hairs, over and over again bringing Patrick to the very brink of a satisfying climax only to back off again and again. Vince and Tony kept cum-denying Patrick for several minutes, then they finally tickled him relentlessly until, triggered just by the teasing feathers, Patrick threw back his head, yelled, curled the toes of his size-12s, and yanked on his bonds as all the muscle groups in his hunky body suddenly contracted under his smooth, sun-bronzed skin, followed by a funky whoosh as a solid rope of white-hot frat-stud cum erupted from the head of his big cock, squirting bolt after boiling bolt of pent-up jizz right into his own unsuspecting mouth, face, nose, eyes, hair and all over the ceiling and wall of the van, other sky-rocketing sperm bombs splattering against Patrick’s heaving, hairy chest and erect, hair-haloed man-tits. Patrick soon felt more red-hot jizz hit his chest, looking up in horror through his own sperm-soaked face to see that Vince and Tony had released their boners from their UPS uniform shorts and were now blasting their own hot loads right onto Patrick’s heaving hairy chest, joining the snail-trails of Patrick’s own voluminous cum, the most intense orgasm of his entire life.

Vince and Tony then released their captive, exhausted straight stud.

Patrick had to admit that it had been hot, beyond his wildest dreams.

Vince and Tony had their video of Patrick (later excitingly viewed by Mr. Billy, oh but yes!) and Patrick had the videos of Chad and Madison. Patrick knew that Vince and Tony had him by his own balls as well, but somehow Patrick didn’t mind; some of his girlfriends sometimes denied him sex anyway; now he had an alternative outlet, even if it meant being topped; but Patrick had to admit that idea turned him on-never knowing when Vince and Tony might command him to appear, force him to strip or strip him, blindfold him, tease him all over, swat his bare ass, whatever. Could be cool. And, it gave Patrick a few ideas of how to haze new pledges when it was his turn. Yeah, tie up the most bullying ones, the ones who lorded it over underclassmen in their high schools and bashed fags, yeah tie up their privileged asses, tickle them till they fuckin’ squirt their frat-boy loads against their will, watch them react in surprised horror when their straight boy cocks get hard in front of each other just by being tickled and teased with an innocent-looking feather, then squirt their butch loads all over each other, their traitorous pricks erupting just by being teased with a feather, yeah, then make them crawl, yeah, watch as their faces contort in unwanted laughter as goosepimples erupt all over their stripped young bodies, their hairy armpits suddenly not a sign of their machismo but a new found weakness, making them squirm and squeal, yeah, bring them to their fuckin’ knees, yeah! And how about those strutting alums who returned to the frat to lord it over their chapter, the hairy-chested 30-year-old married ones who came back at rush to help with the hazing, the ones who drank the chapter’s booze and laughed and cheered while the frosh pledges were put through their paces for their amusement. Yeah, that’d be hot, tie up those hotshots, too, right after they’d been guffawing at the paddled frosh, yeah strip off their business suits in front of the whole frat, videotape their humiliation for blackmail, then paddle their bare, hairy executive asses until they were red hot and burning, and tickle them to dementia, yank out their body hair and make them shoot their loads while the rest of the frosh and frat guys cheered and laughed as the alums hung their heads in shame and embarrassment as Patrick fed each the other’s cum as a grand finale. Made Patrick hard just to think of it, God knows he’d be hard when he actually did it!

EPILOGUE

Patrick sat in the courtroom watching as Miss Mathieson gave her last bit of scathing testimony using the documents Patrick had provided. Chad and Madison sat with their heads in their hands in their orange prison jumpsuits as the judge sentenced them to 25 years to life, part of a crackdown on white-collar crime, making an example of the two bad-boys.

Mr. Billy restrained himself from clapping his hands merrily as he sat next to Patrick, clinging to Patrick’s suit-panted thigh and bulging bicep, while Vince and Tony sat to Mr. Billy’s right. Patrick had already grinned when he saw Mr. Billy enter the courtroom in a subdued (for Mr. Billy) ensemble, trying for the world to walk like Nathan Lane trying to walk like John Wayne, in “The Birdcage,” and failing just as miserably as Nathan Lane did in the movie.

“This really is too like “Cops” and “Judge Judy” rolled into one, oh but yes! exclaimed Mr. Billy. Although the judge is a guy, but really just as tough and butch as Judge Judy, oh but yes! And all these uniformed cops!!! That “Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come for You?” theme just keeps playing in my little head!!! Although I had hoped, simply hoped, that that Dominick Dunne person would have been present at such an important trial such as this!!! I mean he is simply at all of the most important trials, now, isn’t he?? And, you know , I quite think Mr. Dunne is one of us, er, that is, like Vince and Tony and me, dear, I can always tell! Oh, look!! Those uniformed cops are absolutely escorting our Chad and Madison to the holding cell!! That’s where they perform strip-searches of the “suspects” (that’s what they always call them on “Cops,” dear, even when it’s quite obvious they’re all guilty as sin, oh but yes!) and they will perform an absolute cavity-search on them, oh how fitting, oh but yes! What I wouldn’t give to be present for that!! Then they shall take them back to prison, I mean, imagine! All those horny inmates! Won’t they be meeting our Chad and Madison in the showers now, oh but yes!! Now I do wish I had brought them both some sort of really cheesy gift, you know, a positive soap-on-a-rope or something, maybe one scented with that horrible Brut scent, you know the sort of thing; now that would have been quite fitting, oh but yes!”

Patrick laughed and agreed, then remembered that Vince and Tony had scheduled another “session” with Patrick for that afternoon. Now why did he spring a half-hard boner in anticipation? Maybe it was because he had been fantasizing about having Vince and Tony “get” the brash young prosecuting attorney he’d been watching send Chad and Madison to the “big house,” as well as the hunky uniformed bailiff cop. Hmm, that was the DA’s personal phone diary on the counsel table, and the DA and the bailiff were in the holding cell (no doubt watching the bailiff perform the humiliating “cavity searches”) and no one seemed to be looking… Guess there’d be no harm in taking a quick look for the DA’s home address, now would there?? Hmmmm.

THE END

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The Road Trip – Conclusion
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I had now been at the Ranch for a couple of months. The routine was to work and provide sex to anyone that wanted it at the drop of a hat, or pants. Since it had turned to fall, they at least provided me with a long coat, boots and hat when I was outside but in my barn chamber I was always naked and ready. One morning I woke to an early snow and I was told to get outside. I started to put my coat on but was told that I was going out naked. I didn’t dare protest so I went out into the snow stark naked. I was handed a shovel and was told to start shoveling by one of the tougher ranch hands. The more I shoveled the colder I got. I was perspiring and as I did it would freeze. They were all just watching me and drinking coffee. I finally couldn’t take the cold anymore and begged for him to let me go in and dress.

That set him off. I had seen his anger once before and my ass had bled for a week. This time was no different. He picked me up under one arm and carried me into the special room of the barn where I was strapped to the fuck horse as he called it. He then tells me that he and the other guys are going to see how big they can stretch my ass out. I will be tested on how well I can grip their dicks or whatever else is up my hole.

After all this time, I am pretty loose so their first few attempts were not too bad. A couple of the bigger dicked guys took me and shot their loads. Then the Ranch manager and the tough hand then decided to double fuck me. At first I thought it would be ok but then the manager’s big dick started stretching me wider to get both cocks in my ass I thought I was going to scream. They were pounding me with everything they had, just another day at the ranch. I hear a car drive up and then voices. While I am getting fucked by the two guys the Rancher walks in and Billy and BJ were right behind him, both smiling.

The rancher tells them that the fun is over and that our guest will be leaving. I suddenly realize that I am being turned over to Billy and BJ again. They start looking at my ass as the two ranch hands pull out and they decide they want to double fuck me too. The Rancher tells them that he is finished with me and they can just take me with them when they leave. Billy and BJ’s dicks were as big as I remember and they love tormenting me telling me that this is easy compared to what they have planned. They remind me that if I try to escape the Sheriff will find me and I might not like his cell too much. BJ pulls out and comes around to the front and starts throat fucking me as deep as he can. I gag but he just laughs. They both start moaning and Billy shoots his hot load in my ass and BJ shoots down my throat. They finish and pull up their pants and release me from the fuck horse as it was called. I start to grab my coat and they tell me that I won’t need it. The look on my face was one of shock because it was cold outside. I am taken outside and my ball stretcher is once again attached to the ring in the middle of the bed of the pickup. There is snow in the bed and it is cold. They then throw a blanket on top of me and a tarp over that and we start down the dirt roads. Bouncing and pulling and banging my balls on the floor of the pickup bed. I can’t see anything but we only drive about thirty minutes and I am freezing. When we stop they pull the tarp and blanket off of me and unfasten the clamps to let me out of the pickup.

I know this place, it is the barn where Billy and BJ took me the first time they captured and fucked me. I could see the pig pin as well. They take me to the barn and to my surprise the have two more guy stripped and hanging in the barn. Both of the guys are good looking with good muscular bodies. Billy and BJ have shaved their heads and cocks. Both guys have ball gags in their mouths and their eyes get wide when they see me being brought in naked. BJ announces, boys meet your new play mate. We are going to have some fun over the next few days.

Billy and BJ take me over to where the other two guys are hanging. The two are hung by harnesses with their arms strapped to their sides and their legs are spread with a bar. Both of them are hanging about three feet off of the floor of the barn. Billy throws me some rope and tells me to tie up their balls so that we can have a hanging party. The boys both start to squirm and shout through their gags but BJ tells them to remember what happened the last time they didn’t obey and he laughs and starts snorting like a pig.

They immediately calm down and I know that they have both been fucked by the pigs. I grab the first boy’s balls and stretch them out. Since my balls have been tied nearly every day for the past few months, I know how it goes. The difference is these boys are still tight with firm ball sacs. I pull down harder and the boy moans in pain but I finally get his nuts tied off. The second boy’s nuts were longer and bigger than the other boy and his dick was much larger. From the looks of his dick the boys had been hard on him and just my touching his dick and ball made him moan in pain. I finally get them tied off. BJ and Billy tell the boys that there is going to be a contest. I am told to hang a bale of hay onto the rope on their balls. The boy’s eyes get even larger if that is possible. Their nuts are clearly in pain and stretching out. Then Billy grabs my wrists and throws a rope over the barn beam and pulls me up off of my feet the same as the other two boys. He looks at my balls and says he may have to raise me up more since my ball sac has been stretched out so much. They tie off my balls and hang a bale of hay onto the rope. BJ then announces that the boy who can get hard gets to fuck the other two any way they want. Well since all I have been through that is little challenge for me. The two boys are sweating and their dicks are totally limp while mine starts to rise. They look over at me and can’t believe their eyes. My dick is getting harder and bigger by the minute. BJ and Billy are enjoying the show. They also come around and swing the bales of hay to cause more pain but with everything my balls have been through this doesn’t faze them and my hard dick starts throbbing.

Billy says that they better get the pussies down so the real man can get his reward. I really don’t want to do this and they can tell so Billy gives me the option of either fucking both boys hard and deep or they and I can get fucked by the pigs once again. I quickly make my decision as they tie the first boy over a barrel, giving me clear access to his smooth muscular butt. His balls and dick are down between his legs and Billy pounds them before he walks away and the boy screams. As he screams, I enter his ass. For some reason my frustration comes out and I fuck this poor kid like an animal in heat. Hard, fast, deep, deeper grabbing his shoulders so I can get every inch into that tight ass. Billy tells me to not blow my load into this boy so as I keep pounding the boy as he moans and screams, they prepare the other boy. They tell me to take the other boy but to first let him eat the ass juice and shit off my dick from his friend. By this point I am enjoying myself and I ram my cock down his throat and make him lick and clean it up. I am so hard I move quickly to the ass and without any lube ram his ass and he screams. Man, he has a tight little ass. I doubt this boy has ever been fucked in the ass before. While I continue on him, Billy and BJ fuck the other boy taking turns unloading their seeds deep in his ass and throat. I was watching them and realized that I was cumming too and I filled the second boy’s ass with my seed.

When Billy and BJ were finished with us they locked us all in a room for the night and let us know that there would be more fun tomorrow. After they left, the boy I fucked started crying and I confirmed that he had never been fucked or in bondage situations before. His friend on the other hand had experienced it before but it was on his terms and he wasn’t a captive. I learned that they too had car trouble. They had stopped in town to get gas and about 20 miles outside of town in the middle of no-where their car stopped running. Familiar story. The boys offered them a ride and were brought here and stripped and tied up. The first night they had almost gotten free but couldn’t get the truck started. As punishment Billy and BJ tied them in the hog pen and the boars fucked them repeatedly through the night. The boy that I had fucked looked at me now and told me thanks for fucking him instead of letting them put him back in with the pigs.

They wanted to know where I had come from and I started telling them my story and their eyes got big. Billy and BJ emerge into the room and tell me I have talked enough and that it was time for fun and games. Billy and BJ called this the tire tool game. They had a large three pronged metal piece that was hanging in the middle of the barn. It was low to the ground, about ass height if we were on our knees which we would soon be. On the end of each of the three prongs was a large dildo. We are all told to get on our knees facing outward with our asses close to the dildos. The object is for you to suck the dildo deep into your ass and then attack the other two. The last boy with a dildo in his ass will be whipped while hanging naked in the barn. The second boy will only have his feet beaten. The game starts and after all that I have been through, I just have to leverage the tool against the others asses and open my ass and the dildo slips right in. Of course Billy and BJ laugh about my whoring abilities. I then start ramming backward and to the sides. The boys will not stay still so Billy and BJ stand in from of them lodging their shoulders. I start pushing back has hard as I can and I hear someone scream. I am sweating now because I am trying to avoid a beating. I keep pushing now to my side and I hear sobbing and then a scream as the dildo slides into the younger guy’s ass. Of course this has made Billy and BJ horny again so they tell the two boys to get on their knees before their punishment and suck their dicks while the giant dildos are still up their butts.

After the suck fest is finished they boys lock the older boy into a block and start slapping his feet with a leather strap. He screams and this just makes the boys go at it harder. He got 20 lashes on each foot with another 10 for each food for making so much “fucking noise” as they enjoyed announcing. The younger boy was practically hysterical by now so they put a ball gag on him and lifted him up. His feet were tied to bar that was anchored to the floor and his hands were tied to a rafter so that he was fully stretched and had little ability to move. They bring out a whip and they torture the poor guy by tying it around his balls at first and then yank on it to try and get it undone. Of course the boy’s balls are super sensitive now and every pull makes him nauseous. They finally start with the whip lashes on his back and ass. He is to receive 50 for being the loser and crying out. After about the 5th lash, I don’t think the guy will survive. The whip hasn’t broken skin but his skin is soft and it is just a matter of strokes until it does.

I speak up and tell them to let me take his punishment. Billy and BJ like the idea of whipping me too so they tie me up in the same position but instead of letting him go they split the punishment. The whip is painful and even cuts into my back and ass. Both the boy and I are raw by the time it is finished. Billy and BJ never get enough though and their big dicks are hard again so they announce that they want to raw meat. They take turns fucking both of us.

While they are switching they decide that they don’t want the older boy to miss out on the fun so they take him out to the pigs. They come back and start like they had never shot a load that day. I guess the hog boy screaming just got them going even more. It was another hour before they finished with us. They dragged the hog boy in and both he and the younger boy were barely conscious at that point. We were all given something to drink and eat and that is the last thing that I remember.

The next think I remember I wake up naked in my car. There is a dildo up my ass and there are clean clothes on the seat next to me. I try the car and it starts like a charm. I pull the dildo out of my ass and throw it out the window and I quickly get dressed. I realized that at some point they had showered and shaved me.There is an envelope with the clothes. There is a note with it that says “payment for your hard ass labor, don’t ever come back or you might not be so lucky next time.” There is $5,000 cash in the envelope. I start the car and head down the road. In a few minutes I see flashing lights behind me. I keep going, praying that it isn’t the sheriff. It is the sheriff and he pulls up beside me with his lights on but this time he just tips his cowboy hat and swirls his tongue and speeds past me.

When I get to town, I make sure I keep the speed limit and see the sheriff’s car parked alongside the rancher’s car. They are out talking and there is a lady with them. The rancher and the lady don’t notice me but the sheriff does and turns and grabs his crotch and smiles. I know that is a sign to keep on going. As I do I see the rancher with the lady getting into his truck. The lady is pregnant. I wonder but keep going.

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Sao Paulo Torturer General
by Mark Patterson

I was chosen to be the Torturer General of a Sao Paolo prison. The warden placed me in the position in exchange of reducing my life sentence to just five years. I already was one year in and would do anything to get out. The rules had changed as so many men repeatedly raped and many killed upon arrival. This was scandalizing the already most severe prison which housed the most heinous violent men. I got a guard and special protected room with all perks. I could get most any man brought to me for sex, all the drugs and good food I needed but at a price. I was to be the administrator, director and instructor of the various tortures carried out on men who were caught raping fighting etc.

I was taken down to a special basement where there were several long varnished tables with thick leather cuffs on them and several metal pipe frames which had wheel pulleys at the ends and leather cuffs to ropes attached. Several chairs with leather straps and various electric generators -one crank or two- and shock boxes plus metal rings and tubes for the penis and prods for anal shocking in addition to many other bizarre items. I was in charge of who got what and how it was administered and this was taught to me by Capt. Trujillo who showed me what drug stimulants to use and how much to use to sustain the men being tortured without danger. It always heightened the agony. I had at all times at least 10 muscled guards with stun guns and tazers to control any outbursts. Men who raped were always sexually tortured with electricity but those who fought, broke other rules, or hurt other prisoners were hung by their ankles, whip paddled to blisters, and a “healing mixture of salt, vinegar, turpentine, lemon juice, and red hot peppers brushed into their sore blistered broken buttocks to heal. I was each day to have at least ten or fifteen men, the big prison had to catch up with the increasing disobedience.

My first day, I had brought before me four naked big prison bulls. All rapists who were laid out on the tables. Two fought fierce as they saw the shock devices and an overhead hand shower spray device to ground them. I injected them to keep them from passing out and heighten the pain. I had two gay guard assistants who shaved the leather cuffed huge men. Shackles held ankles, wrists, abs, neck, and legs wide held still as they razored away the men’s public hair. In electric torture, the hair would often catch fire or smolder and the effect was unacceptable and the smell horrid. The men were growling as their genitals were bared and my assistants inserted oiled anal prods into the assholes, thin long rods into their cocks and adjustable rings to their testicles and cockshafts. The drugs made them erect. They were wet down with hand shower devices from under the wood tables. There was just about a inch difference from the middle of the tables to the edges so the men were literally wet grounded good. I allowed the assistants to work the electro shocking and I always watched to see if done properly. There was no need to gag the men as they only cried out usually when the current was stopped to prevent burns and heart attacks.

The two huge black bucks and two latin weightlifters drew stiff and shook as the current grasped their most intimate sensitive parts. Half erect, the rod in the penis of the men shocked thru to the three rings on their shaft (one under the head,middle,and base) electricity shot up through their assholes to the ringed testicles and they were administering quick strong bursts of electric current. They would be electrocuted for a period of perhaps a few seconds, then a minute, then several minutes toward the end. Steam rose from the sweating men as they thrashed. When current was paused, they were screaming and cussing. Hollering their lungs out! Some became mute with laryngitis from their agonizing bellowing. It usually was a near hour ordeal before the guards would release them good and grilled. They were often in tears and weak. They’d be put on stretchers to receive ointment and hospital care as they were totally exhausted and their nerves would require over a week or more to heal while remaining sexually impotent as any erection would be agonizing.

Next was brought in four young men who always fought others and caused trouble. One had attacked a guard and he would be singled out for severe beating. The men were put on gurneys face down with arms roped behind and ankles in leather cuffs to ropes over pulleys on top of metal bars with a bar atop. The pulleys spread the legs almost five feet and the upside down men would receive a long, fierce paddling. This showed no whip marks and kept them from lazy sitting around for a few days. Most were cocky guys with nothing to do but work weights all day, pick fights and steal. Each had two big guards behind him. The paddles were two feet by eight and varnished with twenty holes. Each guard swung separate to the men’s ass cheeks. Usually 30 would have the most cocky prisoner wailing and crying. Screaming like a young boy in terror. The men often swung wild as the big wood blasted their buttocks. There was some bleeding and complete blistering and tearing of the skin occurred which was such a humiliation to the virile, haughty young bucks. But then out came the “”healing pimentade” (first used on American slaves who were paddled) and the burning mix of equal parts salt, vinegar, turpentine, lemon juice, and red hot peppers. All pureed and mashed and left sit a few days then brushed on bare skin of the blistered, ripped man’s ass. They immediately sent out ear splitting screaming and their huge muscular legs jerked like the dead frog legs in biology class when one attached a battery wire to them. Some had to be held lest they beat their heads against the metal poles holding them up with the pulley bar atop. At least ten minutes the agonizing burning tore them to sobbing children and then guards hosed them off with a high powered powerful spray which itself must have been horrific.

During a prison riot, there were ten men in a cellblock area who murdered guards after they gang banged them over and over. I abdicated torturing them and handed it over to the guards who were my assistants. The huge men were dragged in. The guards strapped them down and used thick copper wire to wind around their cocks and each testicle until their genitals swollen purple. Instead of the electro normally used, the attached big crank military two handle D.C. generators to their wired cocks and balls. The guards sat at tables as their huge biceps churned burning red hot electro into the men. I left the room knowing soon their cock and balls would literally be roasted. In my mind I saw the wires turning red hot and I heard screaming like I’ve never experienced. This was the worst event I experienced as Torturer General. If I had objected, the guards would have simply overpowered me. Nobody talked about it afterwards.

I had chosen several sexy young studly bucks to have for my sexual pleasure. The procedure was always one that worked well. If they refused my advances and did not perform sexually, I summoned guards who held them down on my table and paddled them until they submitted. Some got their asses torn good before they “considered” gay love making but all were given drugs, good food and I had a stable of some 20 varieties of men always. It was truly heaven.

Mark Patterson

A kinky three-way hook up turns out to be much more than expected for hot muscle black stud Keith who suffers through his first taste of electro and cock milking. But he has the last laugh.
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Sexy Black Bull Keith’s First Electro Milking & Torture
by Mark Patterson

I met him on a gay mens site and I was stunned at how beautiful he was. He came over and we got pretty high. We small talked and usually the guy either becomes a friend or is bored or not interested and we don’t get it on. I explained my friend and long time fuck bud are monogamous but after some 30+ years we have decided to try three ways with cool studs. We both love black sexy men – the soft brown sexy chocolate bull bucks. Keith leaves. I figured I didn’t act fast enough but with him being so big and handsome, I was was rather intimidated. I love electro play myself. Randy did too but now says it takes too long!

To my surprise Keith writes me and says he wants a THREE WAY. Wow I get him at last! We are fired up & piped high. We strip big Keith down. Hunky near 7ft & 280lbs. He’s hung like hell as well. We both like spanking so Keith takes Randy’s big footballer butt over his lap. I sit & stroke as Keith paddles him hard. Randy likes it much harder than me but now he’s fightin to get free.

“Come help me hold your buddy or you’ll be blistered!”

In fear I hold Randy’s legs as he kicks like mad as the big paddle busts his ass red hot to blisters. Next it is my turn and Randy is pissed that he’s been spanked probably the hardest of his life. He’s almost tearing with a red flushed face as he angrily holds my arms while Big Keith paddles my butt fierce. I like paddling as foreplay cuz it gets you high(endorphin surges – like being “pumped up” with weights,only more!). I finally yell out which makes keith spank me even harder. My big 8 inch cock is between his big muscled thighs. He fingers my asshole, humiliating me, and I cum good.

Keith goes to take a shower and tells us he wants oral etc when he returns.

“Man, that bastard needs a good shock torture and milking. Let’s do him when he returns.”

Randy is scared he’ll either beat us up or take it like a man but we agree. When Keith returns we play musical chairs – Keith is rimmed by one of us a while then other then head then another. Far from dull Fox News. I lay Keith down on table. Leather cuffs held his wrists to his side. His ankles bent over spread wide tied to tableleg ends. Big thick belts on abs and a leather collar with belt thru back holding him down. We blindfold him. He is expecting us to orally serve him but as I mist his huge body, I jam in a tens electrode just 1/4 inch into his asshole. He tenses as I grab the sweaty big musclebuck’s cock with gloved hand that has special round metal grippers and pull on cord I’ve tied around cock and balls.

I ram my 9 full thick inch cock down his deep throat as I dial up shocks on his asshole thru prostate connecting with balls. The huge bull spasms. The wet cord roped balls and his entire body is misted with saline. I rotate the cog grips sparking his balls which soon swell tight against the wet cord. Randy puts both hands on my buttocks and pushes me deep in keiths hollering mouth. I blow my load deep into his throat. I get help from Randy dismounting the sweaty soaked bull who is hollering we as gag him.

Randy takes me aside, “I told you we’d sometime get in big trouble. You and your shocking black bucks for your fantasies!”

“Fuck Randy, he let us shackle him for it didn’t he? We gotta go all the way now.”

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When I was a kid, I found a box of “sexology” magazines. One had a title “Sex Torture in Prison” with a pic of a bull throated black buck who was laid out on a table in Tucker Prison in Alabama. The doctor created a strap torture table for “rapists especially bulls who busted young white new boys” as well as anyone disobedient and later even for prisoners who refused guards sexual advances. The huge bull had also been ass whipped naked in front of the other inmates for fighting ect. At Tucker, the stripped prisoner was ass strapped with a five foot long leather strap to a big wood handle. They were spanked till they dropped, crying and screaming for mercy. The bull in the pic described how he was tortured.

“They wired up ma testicles and penis to a telephone generator and masturbated over me laughing as one cranked shocks to my genitals. I was wet down. The more I screamed and cried, the more they spun that crank. I burned and white sparks and steam rose off my testicles and cock. I finally passed out but the doc injected me with amphetamine and I could not pass out. They burned me so, I cried and cried that night, it was awful”.

The vision of a stud thrashing as men jacked off over him as he was electrically shocked to his most private parts sent my big cock hard and juicing.

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We returned to Big Keith who got oral from me as Randy licked his big red balls. We got a cockpump filled with saline and an electrode in it. Pumping up his huge cock, soon the throbbin electro made him cum good while screamin under the gag.

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My best electro milking was years ago. Another huge black bull. This one an ASU footballer that my old girlfriend sent my way. Tyrone was 7’2, 300lbs solid muscle with a perfect 14 inch phallus. And bisexual too. We had great oral sex and he’d spank me good. We’d fuck royal for hours and I just had to e-stim this masterpiece. I put him in full bondage like Keith for over three full hours and eight huge loads. But eventually I had to release Big Ty and thats when he busted a thick paddle to my bare butt. Hearing my big thick paddle crack on my already blistering ass sent me wailin. Damn did that ever hurt. The only time I ever cried from a spanking. But from then on, everytime he came over, I did him or he’d lay back and let me do his big balls till he came.

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Lights out. We attack the black bull with a wand device that runs a charge through our body. In the dark, strobing blue shocks glow from our fingertips, tongues and metal toys that had Keith cumin wild. He screamed at the finger tip shockin his hot nips as Randy lay his fingertips and tongue to his nips and shaft and I use a tinsle metal flogger with dozens of metal tinsel shocks to flog his balls. The blue sparking was amazing to look at. I came over and over as well.

We finished Keith with pads on his shaft,top and bottom of balls, and his cockhead turning up the powerbox as we fucked on the bed until he shot a geyser cannon of cum high in the air. Keith had blown seven hot loads in two and a half hours. It was time to release the breedin bull. He stood exhausted, thick bull slick juice pouring out his huge fat electro swollen phallus. But his huge swollen red balls ready for even more sex – all fired up. He quickly grabs Randy and cuffs him on the bed. He pulls up a big leather stool and drags my ass over his lap.

‘DOIN HIM FIRST SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT AWAITS YOU!” he shouts to Randy. I am paddled relentlessly. His anger raising and blasting my butt with fury and vengence. My whole body soon fights and my legs kicking only encourage more punishment. It was like being back with Big Ty. Keith stands me and gets the thin electro paddle (metal with holes and connected to a electro power box). I nearly faint thinking of him in control of such strong electro current. I had unfortunately told him of ass paddlin a huge marine to tears with it. He sprays the strong saline water over my blisterd ass. It burned so I yelled out as he jammed a inch long prod into my asshole and spun the dials till it jolted his hand. Over his lap on the stool, he burn paddled me so. It felt like a hot iron laid to my ass. He whipped me with the electro paddle fierce and I went limp over his huge thighs, silently crying as it sent me to a new level of torture. Finishing with me he put me on the bed and grabbed Randys struggling body. Hearing Randy screaming I buried my head in the pillow. When he finished, we both watched him oil up his huge cock and knew for sure that now were gonna be fucked good.

Mark Patterson

A married man gets pulled over for speeding by a studly cop and must pay for his ticket with naked tickling session along with another twink inmate.
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Montana Blue
by James West

I was driving along Highway 200 in the middle Montana when I saw the red lights in my rear view mirror. My heart skipped a beat. I pulled to the side of the road and waited.

Through the mirror, I watched as he stepped out of his black and white cruiser and sauntered toward my car. He was tall and rugged in his blue uniform. He looked like he was about six feet, four inches tall and weighed about two-twenty. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trousers. Wearing his state trooper hat and sunglasses, he looked like the stereotypical handsome man-in-uniform. While I knew this could cost me money, I couldn’t help feeling somehow lucky that I was being pulled over by such a hot-looking guy.

I rolled down the window and nervously said, “Afternoon Officer.”

“Good afternoon,” he said as he pulled off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes. He was handsome, alright!

“You aware that you were driving fifty-three in a thirty-mile-an-hour zone?”

“No, that can’t be. I know I couldn’t have been going over thirty!”

“Boy, I clocked you at over fifty! Whattaya mean you couldn’t have been going over thirty?” he growled.

I knew there was no way he could have “clocked” me over fifty. “Uh, well, I couldn’t have been doing fifty-three. I noticed the thirty-mile-an-hour sign as soon as I got into town and remember checking my speedometer. I know I wasn’t doing any more than thirty.”

He glared at me and paused before he spoke. “You California tree-huggers may get away with that kinda shit in Pansy Francisco, but we don’t talk back to the law here in Montana!” he barked. He paused again. I could see his veins beginning to bulge.

“Get outta that car, motherfucker!” he screamed in my face. I just sat there, dumbfounded. He leaned into the car, his face, turning redder and redder, within an inch of mine. “I said, GET OUTTA THAT CAR, MOTH-ER, FUCK-ER!!” he blared in a slow, methodical, acid sing-song.

I slowly opened the door. My heart was beating louder in my ears. He stepped away from the door as I got out. He took off his hat and threw it on the ground. He had beautiful coal-black hair, still neatly combed despite the fact that he had been wearing the hat. He was strikingly handsome. Especially in the uniform.

“You knocked off my hat, fucker! Pick it up!!” he bellowed.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. This whole thing was starting to turn weird.

“Pick up my hat, you smelly little queer!” he shouted as he kicked my ass and pushed me to the ground. I was really getting scared.

My head hit the dirt in a cloud of dust. Before I knew what was happening, his boot was in my back and his handcuffs were on my wrists. I got the impression he had done this a few times before. He reached under my armpits and lifted me to my feet with ease. He pulled me over to his car, opened the door and threw me onto the back seat, face down. He slammed the door, got back into the front, slammed his door, started the engine, threw it into gear, and we were on our way. To who knew where. Or what.

I tried to sit up, but it was too difficult. So I just lay there, seeing (and smelling) nothing but the leather seat.

After a few minutes, the car came to sudden stop. He got out, opened the back door and pulled me out. He led me into an old single-story, stone-block building that looked like it was about 100 years old. The bars on the windows clued me in; he had taken me to jail.

Inside, there was one giant room, but I didn’t see a jail cell. There was a desk and a few chairs. He sat me down in one of the chairs, and took a seat behind the desk. He opened a book and started asking me questions.

“Name!” he shouted.

“I want to see a lawyer. Right now!” I shouted back.

“Don’t give me none of your shit, boy! What’s your fuckin’ name!”

“I want to see a…”

Before I had the chance to finish the sentence he climbed over the desk, grabbed me by the shirt and ordered me to “Shut the fuck up!” Then he pushed down on my neck, bent me over so that my chin touched my knees and straddled me so that I could feel his balls through his uniform against the back of my neck. That position hurt like hell. He proceeded to reach into my back pocket and take out my wallet.

“Guess if you’re gonna be uncooperative, I can just get what I want another way.” I didn’t like the way he said that.

After he wrote down everything he could from the book, he informed me that I was being charged with a moving violation – driving fifty-three in a thirty-mile-an-hour zone – and resisting arrest. I was entitled to one call. After he took off the cuffs, I called my wife.

“Please pick up!” I repeated over and over as the phone rang once, twice, three times, and on the fourth ring, to my dismay, the answering machine clicked on. “Honey, are you there?” I asked repeatedly to the dead silence, hoping that she was there and that she would hear me and pick up the phone. “Please pick up. It’s important. I’m in the middle of Montana and I’m in trouble. Are you there? I’m being arrested and held against my will we’re going to need a law…” I felt the phone pulled from hands. “Times up!” he said as he slammed down the receiver. “That was your one and only call.”

“No!” I shouted back. “You can’t do this. You have to let me call an attorney. You can’t do this!”

“I can do anything I want to, boy! This ain’t California!”

With that he cuffed my hands again and led me to a doorway on the far wall. He opened the door and led me down two flights of steps into a basement. Into a basement with two jail cells. He opened the door of one of the cells and pushed me in. I fell to the dirt floor. He closed the door behind me, locked it and walked away. I turned around and sat up. He looked at me through the bars with an evil grin.

“I’ll be back,” he said as he climbed the stairs. He turned out the light and I sat there handcuffed in the darkness. Wandering.

I woke up to the sound of banging metal. It took me a few minutes to realize where I was. My aching shoulders and the cuffs around my wrists reminded me of what had happened.

“It’s morning! Breakfast time, boy!” he yelled as he banged the metal tray against the bars. He opened the door put the tray on the floor and removed the cuffs. “Better eat up. You’re gonna need your strength.”

“I don’t want anything to eat.” I said. “I want to talk to an attorney!”

“That’s not possible. No attorney around here for about 75 miles.”

“You can’t do this. Please. Let me pay the fine and leave.”

“Oh, you’ll pay the fine alright. But you’re gonna stay here to do it.”

“My wife knows where I am. When she gets that message, she’s going to be coming for me. If you let me go now, I’ll pay the fine and we’ll forget all about this.”

“Does your wife also know that you read those magazines with naked guys in ’em?”

“What are you talkin’ about? Look, man, you better let me outta here right now!”

“Or what? You’re in no position to threaten anybody. You know, I found a whole bunch of queer magazines in the trunk of your car. Your wife know about them?”

“You had no right to search my car.”

“I thought so. You’re wife don’t know you’re queer does she?”

I sat there silently.

“Now if you don’t want your wife to know anything about them magazines, I suggest you be a good little boy and do as I say. Now eat your breakfast. You got fifteen minutes. If you don’t eat it by the time I come back down, I’m takin’ it away.”

I figured I better save up my strength, so I ate every bite. He came back down in fifteen minutes just like he said. He came in, picked up the tray and ordered me to stand up. He seemed even taller to me then. I stand five-foot eleven, and it looked to me like he was easily six-six. “Time for your sentencing!” he announced.

He led me back up the stairs and into the big room, sat me down in one of the chairs, went behind the desk, and opened a book.

“Where’s the judge?” I asked.

“You’re lookin’ at him, boy!”

Why was I not surprised?

For speeding in excess of twenty-three miles per hour, a two hundred, thirty-dollar fine or twenty-three hours of community service. For resisting arrest, a five-hundred-dollar fine, or fifty hours of community service. You can pay the bailiff and you’re free to go.” I didn’t see a bailiff, and I didn’t even ask.

“I don’t have that kinda money on me. Let me call my wife again, and I’ll get her to send it.”

“You already used you’re phone call. Now either pay up, or you’ll have to do the community service. Do you have the money or not?”

“I just told you I didn’t have it.”

“Then I guess it’s gonna be community service. And since there’s really not much of a community around here, I guess it’s gonna have to be something else! Court’s adjourned!”

He hit his gavel on the table, came around, pulled me to my feet and slapped the cuffs back on my wrists. Then he led me back down to the basement.

This time when we got down there, instead of leading me back into the cell, he pushed me to the right and through a doorway I hadn’t seen earlier. He switched on a light and I was shocked at what I saw inside the tiny room he had just pushed me into.

All along the walls there were hooks with chains hanging from them. Standing next to one wall was a cross with hooks to tie hands and feet. A wooden “X” in the corner with hooks for hands and feet. A set of old-fashioned sit-down wooden stocks along one wall, with a stand-up pillory right next to it. In the center of the room there was a wooden table, with hooks all around its perimeter. Above the table, there were two leather wrist cuffs hanging from chains which were attached to two pulleys secured to the ceiling beam.

On a chair next to the table lay the magazines he had lifted from the trunk of my car.

“Time for a little justice. Montana style!”

He came around in front of me, grabbed the neck of my t-shirt with both hands, and with one motion, pulled it apart. He grinned and admired his handiwork as he inspected my sweat-soaked, heaving, muscular hairy chest. He pulled what was left around my back and off. Still cuffed, I was stripped to the waist.

“What are you doing?” I moaned.

“Shut up!” he ordered as he started to started to unlace my sneaker. He pulled off first my left shoe, then my right. “No money for the fine, no community service, you gotta pay up another way, he said as he undid my belt. He loosened the snap, pulled down the zipper and shoved my jeans down around my ankles.

“Step outta those pants!” he ordered. I did as I was told.

I knew that things were getting scary, but I knew they were going to get worse when he noticed the bulge in my briefs. “Thought you might enjoy this, you pansy!” he snarled as he pinched my left nipple. I groaned as the pain shot through my chest. And down to the bulge in my briefs.

“Get up on this table!” he barked as he pulled a chair over for me to step onto. I stepped into the chair and then onto the table. I had to duck to keep from hitting my head on the ceiling beam.

“Kneel down!” he snapped again. I did as I was told and knelt down on the hard wood of the table.

He swatted the front of my thighs and ordered me to move back so that my socked feet hung, toes down, over the edge of the table. Again I did as I was told.

He stepped up onto the table in front of me and with his crotch pushed into my face, he leaned over behind me and unlocked the cuffs. With ease, he pulled up my right arm and wrapped the leather cuff around my wrist. Then he did the same with my left wrist. I was kneeling on the table, practically naked in just my white socks and white briefs, arms stretched out and above me, wrists restrained. He jumped off the table, went over to the wall and hit a switch. I heard the whirring sound of electric motors, and in an instant, my arms began to slowly stretch outward and upward, exposing my hairy armpits. I groaned from the pain in my shoulders. He stopped it just as my knees began to leave the table.

“This gettin’ you a little excited there boy?” he asked as he rubbed the palm of his hand up and down, over the bulge in my underwear. “Got a little bit o’ moisture there too! Yeah, this is gonna be fun for both of us, I see.”

He pulled out a bag from under the table and laid it on top of the table in front of me. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a few strands of rope. He came around to my right side, tied one end of the rope to my bent knee, pulled my knee outward toward the edge of the table, and then secured the other end of the rope to a hook there. Came around to my left side and did the same thing there. Stretched out like that, my cock and balls felt extremely vulnerable. But the bulge got bigger and bigger. And the wet spot got bigger and bigger.

He got up on the table, sat down in behind me, and with one fell swoop he tore off my briefs just as he had done with my t-shirt. Now, I was naked except for my white socks. I trembled and let out a gasp as his hands made their way down over my chest, fingers teasing my nipples to complete hard, pointy erection, fingers lightly walking down to my belly, then back up my sides into my sweaty armpits. I was scared, but excited at the same time. I had a full-on hardon by now.

“You like that don’t you? I thought so.”

He jumped off the table and grabbed a couple more strands of rope. He pulled my left sock just down to my heel exposing my ankles. Then, he tied the rope around my ankle, pulled it over to the corner of the table, and secured the other end of the rope to a hook there. He pulled down my right sock, exposed that ankle, wrapped another piece of rope around my ankle and tied it off the same way. Just as he had done with my knees.

He came around in front of me, sat down in the chair and admired his handiwork. “You look pretty good all strung up like that! You like being stripped down and strung up like that boy, don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I do!” I found myself whispering without even thinking.

“I thought so.” he said as he picked up one of the magazines he had gotten from my trunk. “These magazines all have stories and pictures of guys naked and all tied up. You like lookin’ at those pictures, don’t ya boy?”

“Yes sir, I do!”

“You want to be naked and tied up like them, don’t you boy?”

“Yes sir, I do!”

“I noticed something peculiar about these magazines, boy. Every single one of them has a story about some guy gettin’ stripped down, tied up and tickle-tortured! You like that, boy?”

“Yes sir, I do!”

“You want me to tickle and torture you boy?”

“Yes sir, I do!”

“Well, I’m gonna make you sweat and squirm for a long time, boy. You ever been tied up and tickled for real, boy?”

“No sir!”

“I don’t think you know just how intense that can be. You don’t have a clue as to what you’re in for, do ya boy?”

“No sir!”

“Well, you’re about to find out! Here’s how it’s gonna work. For every dollar of that fine, you gotta endure one minute of intense tickling! That means, right now you gotta stand seven hundred, thirty minutes of torture! You think you can take over 12 hours of tickling, boy?”

“I guess I’m gonna have to if I wanna pay that fine, sir!”

“That’s the right attitude, boy. Now get ready to suffer!”

He picked up a chair and set it on top of the table directly in front of me. Then he climbed up onto the table, sat in the chair, licked his thumb and forefinger and started lightly stroking/pinching/teasing my nipples. The sensation sent electricity through my body, down to my cock, which got harder the minute his fingers grazed my areola. I squirmed and tugged at the ropes; partly to test them, and partly because his tickling fingers on my sensitive nips were starting to drive me crazy.

“You like that don’t ya, boy?” he whispered.

“Yes, sir. I like it a lot!”

“I thought you might. I’m gonna see just how much you like it, boy. I’m gonna put you to the test!”

“Yes, sir.” I sighed through the laughter that was starting to make its way from my quivering lips.

“Let’s see how ticklish those ribs of yours are, boy!”

“No….”

Before I could get out a plea, he started lightly running his fingers up and down, over my bare ribs, from hips to pits. I squirmed and tugged at the tight ropes and let out loud groans of laughter.

“Yeah, that’s right, boy. Let’s hear some laughter. Like to watch you squirm as I torture you!”

“No. Stop! I can’t take it! No….”

“Yeah, that’s it. Beg for me, boy!”

My begging only seemed to make it worse. He continued his assault on my ticklish sides, moving faster and more furious with each stroke. When he started into my exposed, helpless armpits, I thought I was gonna lose it right there. It wasn’t until he could see I couldn’t catch my breath that he finally let up.

“Please untie me and stop tickling me. I’ll do anything you say. Please.”

“Why? Looks like you’re enjoying this, boy. And I know you want more.”

My hard, throbbing, dripping cock gave away the fact that I was, in fact, enjoying the feeling of helplessness and the intense tickling I was getting. It was unbearable and yet, I did want more. Little did I know that I was about to get far more than I ever wanted.

He jumped off the table, took the chair down, reached under the table and pulled out a black leather bag. He put the bag on the table in front of me. I looked down as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a number of things. First a hairbrush, then a paint brush, a feather duster, a toothbrush, ball point pens, a back scratcher, and a few pieces of sand paper. He laid them on the table in front of me.

“I’m gonna use every single one of these on you and drive you absolutely crazy!” he said with a grin. “And the ones that work the best, I’m gonna use those the longest.”

I tugged at the ropes again. This time to see if I could get loose. I’d always fantasized about being stripped down, strung up and mercilessly tickled, but I wasn’t really sure how much I could take. I wanted out. But it was out of my control.

He picked up the chair and the feather duster, and a few of the brushes, and moved behind me. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he put the chair down at the end of the table between my bound bare feet.

“These feet ticklish, boy?”

“Oh, no. Please…”

“Oh yeah, I bet they are. Nice, long soles. What are they about a size twelve?”

“No, please… ahhhh!” I felt his fingers quickly trace a path up the length of my naked soles.

“I asked you what size feet you have, boy!”

“Twelve-and-a-half, sir. Sometimes wear a thirteen!”

“That’s better. You’ll learn to answer when I ask you something! Ummm. Mighty sexy feet you got here boy. Glad they’re ticklish. That’s gonna make ’em even more sexy! Watching those soles wrinkle and those long sexy toes wiggle as I tickle ’em! Let’s get started!”

“No, please don’t…. ahhhhh.”

I felt his fingers lightly grazing my bare soles, slowly, torturously tracing a path from heel to toe. Then he slowly circled my toes from top to bottom. I tugged at the ropes around my ankles to try to escape his tormenting fingers, but he had me tied down tight. My soles did wrinkle; my toes did wiggle as he continued to torture my hypersensitive bare feet.

After about five minutes of unrelenting torment, he finally stopped. But just long enough to grab a tooth brush and start working in between my toes. I thought I was gonna go through the roof! Then, he grabbed the hairbrush and while still working the toothbrush between my toes, he started slowly brushing my bare soles. I squirmed, screamed, laughed, begged and pleaded. But that only made it worse. He started going faster the more I begged him to stop.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped. I was gasping for breath as he came around to face me.

“Not bad, not bad at all. And hey, you’ve already used up fifteen minutes of your sentence! You’re doing better than I thought you would. Guess I’m gonna have to take things a little further here!”

“What could be worse?” I mumbled.

“Speak up boy!” he yelled as he slapped my hard cock.

“Ahhh! I said what could be worse, sir!”

“Well, I’m glad you asked!”

With that, he jumped back up on the table and started brushing my chest hair – just around the nipples – with the hairbrush, as he ran his fingers up and down my sides. I let out a yell, and started laughing and squirming as he tortured me even more furiously this time.

“Stick out your chest and take it like a man!” he yelled as I endured the most intense tickling I could ever imagine. Feverishly, he ran his fingers all over my ribs, pits, belly, and up and down, and all around my bare back as he continued to tease my nips with the hairbrush. I stuck out my chest as I was told. He dropped the brush, and, without missing a beat, started to lick my pointed nips while he continued to tickle my back. I could feel his tongue dancing over my nipple and his fingers glided up and down my spine, and over my ass. I let out a loud moan, and gave up all resistance as I hung helplessly from the ropes.

He continued torturing my torso and my feet for what I thought was at least eight hours. But when he finally untied me, he told me that I had only earned another four! He took me back to the cell and threw me on the floor.

I awoke naked on the floor of the cell the next morning bright and early to the sound of his banging on the cell bars. He had breakfast for me.

“Here, eat this boy! You’re gonna need your strength again today!”

He opened the door, put the tray into the cell and left. I took the tray and gobbled down the food in a matter of minutes. I was so hungry, I can’t even tell you what I ate. He came back for the tray. And for me.

He put handcuffs on me and led me down the hallway, and back into the dungeon. When I entered the room, I was shocked to see a young, tanned, blond boy, naked, gagged (with my torn underwear!) and bound in the stocks. His arms were stretched out tightly above his head, his wrists were tied with rope to a hook in the post behind him, and his ankles were locked into the stocks, his bare feet sticking out about a foot or so. He looked incredibly sexy. He moaned when he saw me as if he were crying out for my help. I was in no position to help him as I was naked and cuffed myself.

“I brought a friend for you, boy! You get to help me work off his fine!”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“He can’t pay his fine either so you’re gonna help me work it off! You’re gonna help me dish out the punishment!”

“No, I’m not gonna do it!”

“You don’t understand boy. I’m makin’ you a deal here. For every minute of punishment you help me dish out to this boy, I take off 10 minutes of yours!”

I had to admit that saving my own ass did sound pretty inviting. And the thought of joining in on this tied-up naked young stud sure helped me make up my mind. I agreed.

He took off my cuffs and sat me down in front of the stocks, so that the boy’s bare feet were shoulder level and arm’s length away from me. He grabbed his chair, went around behind the post, and sat down behind the boy. He reached around the post and grabbed the boy’s nipples. The boy’s head went back, he moaned through the gag, and his eyes half-closed as his nipples were twisted, pinched and pulled.

“OK, boy, when I tell you to, you start tickling his feet!”

“Yes sir!” I answered obligingly.

He dropped his hands from the boy’s nips, pulled his fingers to just above the boy’s sides – the boy had a look of terror in his eyes, knowing what was about to happen as he followed this movement – and then, with a ready-set-go, he yelled, “NOW!”

I started lightly fingering the boy’s bare soles, lightly from heel to toe, as he worked the boy’s ribs, up and down from hip to pit. Instant screams through the gag and the stocks were bouncing all over the place as our tormentive fingers put the boy though an unkind torture, the likes of which I have never seen, let alone been a party to. I could hear him laughing, screaming and begging, “NO!” through the gag as we continued to make him squirm. His toes wiggled and his soles wrinkled from the very instant my fingertips made contact with his naked feet. Ashamedly, I was extremely turned on, watching this boy squirm at my hands. Having remembered the previous day, and knowing what I was putting the boy through, made my dick get harder and harder with each stroke of his helpless bare feet!

We tortured him for about thirty or forty minutes, nonstop. The dirty underwear gag was removed about ten minutes into the session as the boy’s breathing was getting more and more labored with each torturous second. He was sweating and gasping for breath by the time we were through. But it was only the beginning for him.

The cop then forced me to kneel in front of the boy’s stocks. Another set of stocks was wheeled over to just a few yards in front of the boy’s feet, and my head and wrists were put into them. He spread my legs, tied each ankle and ran separate ropes to hooks in the bottom of the stocks which held me captive. I heard his belt buckle jingle. The next thing I know, I felt a sharp pain on my bare ass cheeks as his belt came whistling down on them!

“Work your way to his left foot!” he ordered as he brought the leather belt down, once again, on my bare ass. It took all the energy I could muster in this precarious position, but I managed to use my knees to “walk” and get the wheels of my stocks moving toward the boy’s left foot. With every “step” I took, my ass was whipped with the belt to give me encouragement. By the time I made it to his foot, my ass was red and burning hot!

The mansweat from the boy’s bare foot was beginning to penetrate my nostrils. The smell was absolutely intoxicating! The cop straddled my head and pushed my stocks back slightly, bringing my nose just millimeters away from the bare sole. He proceeded to whip my as he yelled “Get your nose on his foot boy!” I tried with all my might, but his legs were strong and he held me back. I could still smell the moist sweat of the boy’s foot, but I wanted to get closer.

I took the whipping for so long that I eventually went a bit crazy and pushed with all my might. I was finally able to break the cop’s hold as I wheeled forward and my nose was up against the boy’s foot. Once again, just at the base of the toes. He wiggled his foot as I touched it with my nose and released more of that wonderful moist sweaty foot smell. I inhaled deeply.

“Lick his sole!” he ordered as he brought the belt down over my bare back. I winced from the pain, but did as I was instructed, tonguing that boy’s bare sole wildly. I heard the boy giggle and his toes wiggled faster and faster from the tongue-tickling, as that smell continued to waft from his foot to my wanting nostrils.

I continued to lick as I got whipped. It was intense. He stopped the belt-lashing and pulled his chair around to sit in front of the bound boy. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I’m sure that he was torturing the boy’s torso. Once again, the stocks started bouncing all over the place. I moistened the boy’s sole, licking every square inch from heel to toe, lightly tickling his foot as I went along.

After another fifteen minutes or so of this, the cop left the room. I was left with my nose still buried in the boy’s foot. “Please don’t tickle me anymore!” he begged.

“I have to,” I replied. “It’s the only way either of are gonna get out of here!”

“Shut up you two lovebirds!” Just then the cop reentered the room. He had a cup of ice water for each of us. He wheeled me back and put the cup to my lips. I quaffed the water like a dog. I was parched from all the saliva I used on the boy’s foot.

“Hold this in your mouth!” he said as he stuffed an ice cube through my lips. He wheeled me back so that my mouth was once again pressed against the boy’s bare sole. He obviously intended to surprise the boy when he ordered, “Rub what’s in your mouth on this boy’s bare soles and toes!”

I did as I was told. The boy bucked and tried to pull his foot away as the ice-cold cube from my mouth grazed against his bare sole. I frantically shook my head up and down, rubbing the ice all over his foot, from heel to toe.

Then the cop got some ice out of his cup and got behind me to rub some on my bound bare soles. I jumped and jerked to move away from the intense sensation on my hypersensitive feet, but I was tied too tightly and could barely move. He slowly grazed each foot with that icy-cool tool of torment as I moaned through the cube in my mouth. While I continued to ice-torture the boy, I was receiving the exact same treatment from the cop. Then he moved from my feet, sat back down in the chair in front of the boy, and proceeded to torture the boys nipples, pits, ribs, belly and finally cock and balls with the ice that he had left. The screaming and pleading were deafening.

By the time all of the ice was melted, both of us were totally exhausted. He untied me first and brought me back to my cell. Then he brought the boy back to the cell next to mine and left us there. He turned off the light, and closed the door at the top of the stairs, leaving us alone and naked, in total darkness.

The boy was shaken. He asked me not to torture him anymore. I assured him I wouldn’t, even though I selfishly knew that I would because I hoped it could possibly buy my freedom. Not to mention the fact that I was completely turned on by it!

And I did torture him more over the next few days. And he and I were both tied naked in a variety of positions. Kneeling on the table as I was before. In the stocks again, but with elbows up, hands tied behind our necks. On the table, spread eagle on our backs. Standing tied to the wooden “X” and to the cross. On our bellies, hog-tied on the floor with the cop sitting in a chair above us, just tickling our bare feet. Tied to the pillory for some intense tickling from behind. And tied facing each other, kneeling on the table, with our wrists tied together above our heads while he tortured us both at the same time to see who would break first.

After a few more days of this, the cop told us that our sentences had been completed. We were given our clothes (or what was left of them) and told that we were free to go.

I got in my car a sped away. And I didn’t look back.

A few miles outside of town, I spotted a coffee shop and decided to stop for some lunch. As the waiter came by to offer me some coffee, I was surprised to see my young blond cellmate come walking through the door. He spotted me too and came over to say hello.

“Have a seat.” I offered. “Wanna join me for lunch?”

“Sure. Thanks. I was hoping I’d run into you again.”

“Really? Why?”

“I wanna get that cop back, and I figured you could help me!”

“No, I just want to get the hell out of here! He’s got some things on me and I’d just rather let it go.”

“He told me about the bondage magazines in your trunk. But he doesn’t have anything on me!”

“So that means…”

He interrupted. “It means that if I tell enough people about what he did to us, he can get in a lotta deep shit! That dungeon alone could get him put away for twenty years!”

“Yeah, I see what you mean.”

“So you’ll go back there with me, and help me get him into that dungeon so we can give him a taste of what he gave us?”

“Oh yeah!” I answered. Just the thought of forcing that cop to strip naked, getting him all tied up in that dungeon and making him sweat and squirm was putting quite a bulge in my jeans!

We shook hands just outside the coffee shop. On our way to enact a little justice. Montana style!

James West

The now naked super hero is strapped down to a table, sexually tortured with electricity and milked for the DNA in his cum by Mayhem and his men in the conclusion to The End of the Defender.
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The End of the Defender – Conclusion
by Todd Fleming
Series: The End of the Defender

The Defender collapsed on the floor of the abandoned warehouse weeping as the cameras were turned off. He had not only been defeated, but his secret identity has been exposed to the general public. His confidence as well as his powers had been taken away from him and now naked, helpless, and humiliated, the hero could only wait to see what his nemesis had in store for him now.

Mayhem walked over to his prisoner and grabbed his hair. “It looks like you have been defeated little hero,” He smirked rubbing his victory in the crying hero’s face.

Glaring at the villain through his tears, The Defender sniffled as he tried to put himself together. “Are you going to kill me now?” He said whining. The hero tried to make his voice sound defiant, but it came out as a pathetic squeak.

“That would be too easy, little man. I have bigger plans for you!” Mayhem purred as he patted the pretty hero’s cheek. The villain dropped The Defender back on the floor as he turned and addressed his goons. “Take our guest to the laboratory. It’s time to finish what we came here to do!”

A chill ran through the hero’s body as he was surrounded by Mayhem’s henchmen. The grabbed his muscular arms and helped him to struggle to his feet. Being naked around clothed men made the hero more self conscious of his lack of clothing. The chains around his chest rattled and the glow of the cursed red rock seemed to become even brighter nestled between the muscles of his pecs.

The Defender gave no resistance as he was taken off of the stage and out of the room. Every movement caused pain from his reddened ass, still throbbed from his earlier punishment. The thugs half carried him down the hallway and into a room on the other side of the building.

The hero looked in shock as he entered this room. It looked like a laboratory like Mayhem said. There was a medical exam table in the center of the room with lots of fancy looking equipment surrounding it. The Defender’s blood ran cold as he wondered what was in store for him now.

The henchmen led him to the table and lifted his muscular body up so that he lay on the table. The fabric of the table felt good on his sore ass and the hero put up no resistance as they restrained him to the exam table. After making sure that the weakened hero was completely secure, the henchmen smirked and left the room leaving The Defender alone with his grief.

The Defender strained with all of his might to break free from the restraints, but the red rock chained to his chest made him as weak as a kitten. He looked around at the machines around him as the icy feeling in his stomach grew.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mayhem entered the laboratory wearing a doctor’s coat followed by two of his goons. “Let’s see how our patient is doing!” Mayhem giggled to his ‘assistants’.

The two henchmen walked over to the helpless hero and took his vital signs. Wondering what was in store for him now, The Defender closed his eyes as his body was poked and prodded.

Feeling a sharp slap to his face, the hero opened his eyes to see Mayhem’s huge grin filling his vision. “I know you are just dying to know what I have in store for you next!” The villain laughed. “I plan on harvesting your DNA for research. With time, I will be able to use it to clone my own superpowered henchmen that will help me take over the world!”

The Defender gasped as he stared in horror at his arch-nemesis. If the madman succeeded in this, he would be unstoppable. Even if he were somehow able to escape and get his powers back, there would be no way that he could stop an army of superpowered villains. The hero fought against his bondage trying with all his might to summon his once legendary strength to stop his DNA from being harvested. In his weakened condition, it would be easy for Mayhem to take his blood.

The villain cackled as he watched the useless struggles of his prisoner. His goons stood by ready for their next orders as the hero tried to break his bonds and the villain laughed in his ear.

“I know what you are thinking, little man!” Mayhem whispered in his ear. “How am I going to take your DNA? Oh I could just take your blood, but that is boring. I have a much amusing way to extract the secrets of your powers.”

With a snap of his fingers, the henchmen started working on the machines. The Defender watched in horrific confusion as each thug placed some kind of lead on each of his nipples. The leads each led back to one of the machines near his head.

Mayhem went to the machine and pressed a button. The hero gasped as a small jolt of electricity went through the leads on his nipples. It was not enough to hurt him, but The Defender felt a small tinge of pleasure from the small shock.

“I bet that felt good, didn’t it?” Mayhem said with a giggle. “Always spending your time fighting men like me and not taking care of the pleasures of your body. Well tonight, you will finally learn to relax and enjoy your life in captivity!”

Another small jolt of electricity hit his nipples and the hero let a small groan escape from his lips. he shouldn’t be enjoying this, but his body had a mind of his own and enjoyed the pleasure of the jolts.

With a signal from their boss, one of the henchmen applied a third lead in the center of The Defender’s low hanging ball sack. The hero craned his neck to see what was happening to one of him most private areas. Once he was finished, Mayhem sent another electric shock through the leads.

The hero almost purred as his nipples and balls were massaged by the electricity. He could feel his monster cock come to life as his erogenous zones were being assaulted. The Defender looked at the laughing villain in horror. “You want to extract my seed!” He gasped as another shock caressed his nipples and balls.

“I was wondering when you would finally put it together!” Mayhem laughed. “What better way to make my clones than to use your neglected baby juice! All that pent up sexual energy that you never used will be used against you to help me take over the world.”

“You won’t get away with this!” The Defender gasped as another jolt ran through his body. His cock was half hard and part of him wanted this to happen. It had been years since he had sex with another woman and now that his body was being manipulated the sexual suppression fought against his mind.

Mayhem laughed at his resolve as he increased the frequency of his electronic assaults. The hero tried to fight his cock coming to life, but the electric shocks were too much for him to ignore. His cock slowly came to life as the need to get sexual release became stronger and stronger.

The Defender watched with horror as his cock hardened completely and rose like a flag. His eight inches of glory mocked his attempts to calm it into submission. One of the henchmen took out a strange cylinder and placed it over the monstrous cock. The material molded itself around his cock tightly and the hero began to feel a light suction on the head of his cock.

The combination of the suction and the electric jolts sent The Defender’s senses into overdrive. He moaned like a bitch in heat as the hardness of his cock increased and precum started to leak from the head. The suction sucked every drop of his precum and it went through the tubing into one of the machines near his feet.

The hero looked at the smirking Mayhem as licked his lips. “Please don’t do this to me!” He begged between his moans. “Haven’t you done enough to me?”

The villain ignored him and watched with glee as more and more precum was sucked from te hero’s cock and into the machine.

The Defender tried to think of things that would be a turn off for him, but his lack of release over the years refused to be denied once more. His cock throbbed under the pressure of the suction while his nipples and balls basked in the pleasure the shocks were giving him.

The hero felt a building of pleasure deep in his balls that made him cry out with a mix of pleasure and fear. It would not be long before he was forced to give up his seed that would be used by Mayhem to take over the world. His hips started to buck uncontrollably as the pressure grew stronger and stronger. With a bestial cry of pleasure, The Defender’s cock exploded as ropes and ropes of cum was sucked into the machine. The orgasm was the most intense that the hero felt in his life. His body tingled as the last of his cum shot out of his hard cock and the hero closed his eyes in defeated bliss.

The bliss was short lived as the suction and electric shocks continued to assault his body. The Defender’s cock now extremely sensitive from having shot it’s load made the hero cry out with grief. “Oh gods!” The Defender moaned. “You got what you wanted from me! Stop this!”

Mayhem laughed as he patted the hero’s cheek. “This is just the beginning, my dear boy.”

The Defender renewed his struggles against his bonds as his sensitive cock throbbed from the suction. He watched helplessly as one of the henchmen showed him a dildo. Shiney lubricant was poured on the dildo and his still aching asscheeks were spread apart. The hero cried out in pain as his most intimate place on his body was invaded by the huge dildo. He tried to push it out, but it was firmly places within the confines of his ass.

The tip of the dildo was pressed right against his prostate and the hero bit his lip as pleasure that he never knew was possible added to the pleasure that he already felt from the shocks and the suction. His cock began to spit out more precum that was added to what was already collected.

The Defender threw his head back as waves of pleasure wracked his body. His enjoyment of the pleasures was temporarily interrupted as the dildo lodged in his ass started to vibrate. The hero gasped as the vibration played with his prostate. The virginal assault on his ass sent his senses into overdrive and without warning his cock exploded in its prison.

Screams of pleasure filled the room as the second orgasm was more intense than the first one. His cum shot out of his cock only to be sucked away by the tube that encased his cock. The Defender never felt an orgasm like this in his life. His naked muscular body shook in its bondage was the orgasm ripped through his body.

After the last drops of cum was collected, the sweat drenched hero panted with pleasurable delight. Like the first orgasm, his afterglow was cut short as his pleasure zones began to be assaulted once again.

The process repeated four more times resulting in orgasm that produced smaller and smaller loads. The Defender’s mind turned to mush as all he could think about that the mixture of pain and pleasure that wracked his body. After the fourth orgasm, his cock finally could no longer perform and began to grow flaccid.

Mayhem watched silently as his men tried to get the hero’s cock hard again, but everything they tried failed. The hero sighed with relief thinking his ordeal was finally over. His cock felt as sore as his ass and his nipples felt like they have been chewed up and spit out. The villain shrugged and went to one of the exam tables.

When he turned around, the hero felt himself go pale. Holding a needle filled with some strange fluid, the villain inject the needle into The Defender’s meaty flaccid cock.The momentary pain from the needle was nothing compared to what happened next.

Despite having been forced to cum six times in a row, his cock suddenly came to life again. The hero cried out in pain and pleasure as he stared at his cock’s betrayal. The assault of the shocks and vibrations combined with the sucking of the tube around his cock sent his worn out body into overdrive.

His now stimulated cock was forced to cum three more times and his sperm was collected. Finally after the third time, his cock orgasmed but not a drop of cum came out of his love tool.

“We did it!” The henchman cried out in triumph. “We sucked every last sperm from his body!”

The other henchman lifted the massively shrunken balls of The Defender and smirked. “It looks like he won’t be making babies anytime soon.” He smirked.

Mayhem turned off the machines that stimulated the hero to give up his essence. “It looks like we are done here, boys! Take our guest to his new quarters. Be gentle with him, I don’t want him killed or damaged. I still have plans for our little man.”

As the exhausted Defender was finally free of his bondage and the leads taken off of his body, he leaned heavily on the henchmen who supported him. His now flaccid dick covered the small mass that his balls have transformed to after being milked completely dry of his baby juice. Too tired to put up a fight, he was led from the laboratory to whatever new torture his captor had in store for him.

Six months have passed since that fateful night when The Defender was defeated. Sitting alone in his cell, the former shell of a hero stared at the bare walls. Wearing absolutely nothing but his bare skin, he shivered as a cool breeze came through the bars on the door.

Since the night of his defeat, The Defender had lived a very different life now. With his public humiliation, Mayhem had managed to gain complete control of the criminal element of Pickett City. Even the cops avoided him fearing that they would share the same fate as the hero they used to worship.

Mayhem’s men got to take turns making him do perverse acts for them. He lost count on how many blow jobs and fuckings he had endured during his imprisonment under his former nemesis’ control. There was no pride left within him and thoughts of escape was a fantasy that he would never consider. He was Mayhem’s bitch to be used as his master pleased.

The broken hero was not even bound by the effects of the cursed red rock. He had no life to return to and all of his loved ones were now dead or in hiding. The villain took great delight in letting him know who got killed because they were close to his formed alter ego.

The cloning experiments were a great success. Now a dozen superpowered clones ruled the criminal underworld at Mayhem’s command. The Defender was still subjected to milking sessions so that more clones could be made. The former hero took each session meekly accepting his new role in life. He was Mayhem’s toy that was shared with his men and the other clones. It always disturbed him when his clones bent him over and fuck him silly.

The Defender once was Pickett City’s greatest champion. Now he was just a toy to be used and thrown away when villains were finished with him. Mayhem was his master and he was just a pathetic weakling.

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Todd Fleming