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Defeated super hero Captain Marvel is bound, stripped & humiliated as he begins his new position as Dr Sivana’s slave.
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Part 3
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

Before today, Captain Marvel was the mightiest mortal. His power and strength came from the gods themselves and there were none who could best him. Now, striped of all his powers, the hero had been tricked and captured by his nemesis, Doctor Sivana.

The hero struggled against his bonds as he lay on the desert floor with his arms and legs spread against the scorched earth. The evil doctor had driven stakes into the ground and tied both him and his mentor, Shazam, to the stakes. The sun beat down on his helpless muscled body sapping any strength the hero had left. What made it worse is that his cock had betrayed him and tented his tights, trying as hard as Captain Marvel to escape its bonds.

Sivana had left both of them to fry under the sun. Captain Marvel could not believe that this was the end of the line. Never in his wildest dreams did he think a weakling like Sivana could defeat him like this. The scary part of this whole ordeal was that with him out of the way, the world was helpless against the intellectual might of Doctor Sivana.

Covered in sweat from the harsh sun, Captain Marvel looked over to where Shazam was staked out. The ancient wizard was doing even worse than he was. His frail body barely had any life in it as the elements of the desert ravaged him. The hero realized that if he didn’t do something soon, that his mentor would soon be dead. The fortress loomed over them, mocking his failure to break the simple rope. Sivana was in there somewhere plotting some diabolical scheme to take over the world.

Captain Marvel closed his eyes as tears began to form. He was truly helpless and powerless. The only way to save Shazam and himself was to beg Sivana to spare them. That meant he would have to serve the evil man that he once easily defeated. The hero glanced at Shazam and made up his mind. If he was alone in this trap, Captain Marvel would have faced death gladly, but he could not bear the thought of Shazam perishing with him. Without the old wizard, there would be no future Captain Marvels. He would serve Sivana in order to preserve the life of Shazam.

Looking at the fortress, Captain Marvel took the step that would end his superhero career. “I submit to you Sivana!” He cried out. “I will serve you, Master!”

The hero waited as time passed. He hoped that Sivana would come and rescue them from the harsh elements of the desert. His hope began to fade completely when he saw the evil doctor walking towards them.

“Is the mighty Captain Marvel submitting to little ole me?” He asked mockingly.

Captain Marvel stared in fear of his captor. “I will submit, but you must promise to keep Shazam alive.”

Sivana kicked Captain Marvel in his ribs. “You don’t make demands of me any more!” He sneered.

Captain Marvel cried out in pain from being struck. “Please, have pity master!” He whimpered.

The evil doctor bent down and pressed his foot against the hero’s teeming erection. Captain Marvel screamed as pain shot through his body. “If I keep the old man alive, will you serve me totally?”

“YES!” Captain Marvel screamed shrilly as the pressure of his master’s boot stomped on his erection.

After what seemed like eternity, Sivana lifted his shoe and began to untie them. Captain Marvel lay on the ground panting as tears streamed down his face. As soon as his hands were free, he rubbed his sore cock. The evil madman then untied Shazam while the former hero weakly got to his feet.

“Bring the old man to the fortress,” Sivana commanded.

Captain Marvel struggled to help the nearly dead wizard to get to his feet as the doctor turned and walked back to the fortress. Without his strength, it was difficult to assist his mentor back to the fortress. The blazing sun had sapped what little strength he had left and it took a long time for them to stumble to the fortress where his life of servitude awaited them.

It seemed like hours to the weakened hero when he finally got to the main control room where Dr. Sivana waited for them. The evil doctor grabbed the wizard by his frail arm and dragged him away. Not knowing what to do, Captain Marvel followed meekly.

They went down several flights of stairs until they were deep underground. Several locked cells were dug into the hard rock. Sivana opened one of the cells and shoved Shazam into the cell. “That takes care of my promise to keep the old man alive!” He sneered at the defeated hero.

Captain Marvel looked meekly at his mentor who slumped on the cold rock floor of his prison. “As promised, I will serve you master,” He said feeling tears welling up in his eyes.

Sivana clapped his hands with glee as he rushed to get back up to his control room. The former hero followed as tears streamed down his face. He had failed to keep the world safe from this madman. The sting of defeat was almost too much for him to bear.

When they finally got back to the control room, Dr. Sivana motioned for Captain Marvel to stand in the center of the room. The hero silently obeyed as he hung his head in shame. The evil doctor pressed a few buttons on his console and the floor opened revealing chains that were bolted to the floor.

The evil doctor grabbed the chains and attached them to the hero’s wrists. Captain Marvel tested his bonds, hoping that his strength would return to him. This resulted in his cock twitching uncontrollably while trapped in his tights. He looked down at the hard monster and blushed. A wet spot had stained his tights where the mushroom head fought to break free.

Pushing a button on his remote control, a huge television screen lowered down from the ceiling right where Dr. Sivana stood in triumph. “People of the world I, Dr. Sivana, am your new ruler! I have missiles pointed at every major city in the world. If the United Nations does not surrender to me in twelve hours, I will attack one city every hour until the world surrenders to my demands!”

The mad doctor giggled as the camera zoomed to where Captain Marvel struggled in his chains. “Don’t think you can count on Captain Marvel to come and save the day! He now belongs to me! Tell the world who your new master is, you big red cheese!”

The hero shook his head still struggling to break free from his bondage. This only made the tent in his tights even more obvious. The doctor snarled and smacked the hero’s muscled ass. Captain Marvel looked down as if looking at Shazam locked up in the prison cell. His heroic code forced him to utter the words that he feared to say. “Dr. Sivana is my master!” He said as he burst into tears. His struggles ceased as the words cut deeply into him.

“You heard it folks! Captain Marvel is my slave and the rest of the world will be too if you don’t want my missiles to destroy your cities!” Sivana pressed a button on his remote causing the transmission to cease. The television raised back up to the ceiling as the doctor turned his attention to the crying hero. “You’re pathetic!” he snarled. “Pull yourself together!”

The doctor unlocked the chains that bound the hero and they went to their compartment in the floor. Captain Marvel tried to control his weeping as he rubbed his sore wrists. His cock seemed to mock him as it twitched uncontrollably.

Sivana looked at his slave critically. “I think it’s time for a change of wardrobe!” He cackled happily. “Get that costume off! I don’t think you are worthy of wearing it anymore.”

Captain Marvel flinched at his newest orders. Knowing there was no way to escape this cruel fate that has been thrust upon him, he started to disrobe. For the first time, the mightiest mortal was seen without any clothes.

As his clothing was taken off and dropped to the ground, Sivana circled his captured hero looking critically at his muscled body. His massive chest was completely hairless with nipples the size of quarters. His nipples stood firm as the cool air hit them and the hero breathed heavily as exposing himself gave him an unexpected erotic thrill.

The hero hesitated when he got to his tights. It was the last piece of clothing that he had left to cover his modesty. His eyes went to the tent that the tights barely contained. With a heavy sigh, he pulled them down and his cock sprang free as it flung precum across the room.

Now complete naked, Captain Marvel shifted nervously as his hard and naked body was inspected by the evil doctor. Sivana lightly pinched both of his nipples causing him to softly gasp as an electric thrill when through his body down to his aroused cock. The amount of precum started to accumulate more as his nipples were toyed with. The doctor smiled as he left the hero’s nipples and inspected Captain Marvel’s muscled ass. He ran his fingers lightly over the twin mounds making sure that every part of the milky skin was touched. Licking his lips with desire, Doctor Sivana began to knead the hero’s ass spreading them apart to see the virgin hole that puckered with anticipation. It was to the doctor’s regret that he left Captain Marvel’s ass alone. It was not time to pop his cherry yet, he told himself.

Dr. Sivana circled back in front of the hero where his huge cock saluted its new master. With incredible thickness and length, Captain Marvel’s cock was a beautiful thing to behold. The evil mastermind softly grasped the throbbing erection as his small hands were barely able to circle the entire girth. The hero cried out as his cock was touched for the very first time. The pleasure he experienced before was nothing to what he felt at that moment.

The evil doctor looked up and smirked at the moaning hero. “You’re a virgin?!” He said in disbelief. With Captain Marvel’s looks and incredible body and cock it seemed unreal that the mightiest mortal was a virgin.

Captain Marvel nodded as another groan escaped his lips. His master laughed softly as he gave that monster cock a couple strokes. The hero almost fell to his knees as this new found pleasure was too much for him to handle. Sivana would have continued, but he did not want the hero to blow his load yet. Taking Captain Marvel’s virginity needed to be carefully planned and exploited. The big red cheese’s first time would be a public event.

Dr. Sivana went though Captain Marvel’s costume and picked up the yellow sash. He tied it back around his helpless prisoner’s tapered waist, but arranged it so that the length of the sash covered his throbbing cock. The hero’s cock caught the material of the sash and a wet spot began to form where the head of his cock pressed against the cloth. With Captain Marvel’s arousal so very obvious it was more of a tease than covering his modesty. That strip of cloth from the sash only covered his piece of meat between his legs and the rest of his body was completely bare including his muscled ass.

The evil doctor looked at his handiwork and smiled. It would do until he found more appropriate clothing for his slave. One thing was certain, Captain Marvel was completely defeated and his humiliation and servitude was just beginning.

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Todd Fleming

As Dr Sivana slowly strips away each of the hero’s powers, the defeated Captain Marvel is taken under his control.
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Part 2
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

Dr. Sivana chuckled with glee as his fortress sensors picked up the fastly approaching Captain Marvel. He picked up the radio transmitter and sent a message to the Rock of Eternity. “Hercules, cross your name off the list and have Himeros, the god of sexual desire, replace you name.”

Captain Marvel still oblivious to the danger he was in flew with enough speed and power to tear the world apart. As the fortress came into his sight, he increased his speed and aimed his body like a torpedo. He would destroy this fortress with a single hit. The hero braced himself for impact as his muscled body crashed into the wall. To his amazement, he merely bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and was hurled back into the air. It took several minutes for Captain Marvel to regain control and he hovered in the air in surprise. “What is this wall made of?” He said in amazement.

Flying back to the fortress, Captain Marvel landed and used all his might to push against the wall of the fortress. “Maybe I can tip it over and smash it,” He said to himself as he used all of his legendary might. Unknown that his strength had been taken away, the hero pushed and pushed with no results. The fortress resisted all his attempts to break through. Another side affect started to stir within him. The hero began to feel pleasure shoot through his body as he tried to activate his strength. As Captain Marvel pushed against the wall, his cock came to life, hardened, and pushed against the fabric of his costume.

Sivana watched safely from one of the windows of the fortress. “What’s the matter, pal? Getting weak?” He taunted from high above. He noticed that his enemy was sporting a raging erection. His plan was going perfectly. The mad doctor went back to where he kept Shazam captive. “I’ll take away his powers one by one driving him crazy. Soon he will be a helpless prisoner in my hands!”

Shazam bowed his head. “Yes Sivana, you will win out.” He said sadly.

After pushing with all his might with no results except an excited cock in his tights, Captain Marvel stopped to catch his breath. He looked down in amazement at the monster erection that pulsed with excitement and wondered what was going on. “Holy Moly!” He said breathlessly as he touched himself causing the pleasure to increase. “I’ve lost my strength! Fist my wisdom and now my strength! What’s going on?” He asked in confusion as he ran his fingertips up and down his costumed shaft.

Shaking his head, Captain Marvel forced himself to stop touching his engorged cock. He flew away from the fortress to the nearest village to borrow a mining pick. Flying back, he landed and started to use the pick against the wall of the fortress. “I’ll get inside one way or another,” The hero said with determination.

Taking control of his radio inside the fortress, Sivana contacted the gods in the Rock of Eternity. “Atlas, it’s time to take off your name and replace it with Aphrodite!” He ordered.

“I obey, Sivana,” The god Atlas said reluctantly.

The evil doctor rushed to his window to see Captain Marvel furiously chipping at that wall still. Sivana watched with glee as the hero’s pace began to slow. Strip of his legendary stamina and replaced by an increased sexuality, Captain Marvel dropped down to one knee. Covered in sweat from his exertion, the mighty hero no longer had the energy to keep up his pathetic assault. His hard cock seemed to take over his mind with desire to get release. It took all of his willpower not to start jerking himself off right then and there.

Rushing back to his radio, Sivana made it next order. “Zeus, take away your power from Captain Marvel! I want Zephyrus, the god of the west wind to replace your name!”

“I obey, Sivana.” The father of the gods responded.

Sivana tore across his fortress to get to his window that was above the worn out Captain Marvel. “Now that Captain Marvel is no longer invulnerable, this tiny stone will knock him out!” He dropped the stone and watched as it struck the hero in his head. The hero who once could withstand bullets and missiles went out like a light as the tiny stone struck him.

The doctor laughed with glee as he went to one of his hidden entrances to finally confront the hero face to face. He saw the mighty Captain Marvel lying helpless on the desert floor unconscious. Taking out his knife, the evil man considered ending his enemy once and for all. “I could slit his throat from ear to ear, but that would be too easy. I want to have more fun with him!” He walked back to his fortress and gather a bucket. Filling it up to the brim, he dragged the bucket full of water back to the passed out hero. “Wake up, you big red weakling!” He sneered as the cold water hit the passed out hero.

Captain Marvel woke instantly as the water his his body. Sputtering, he got to his feet and looked around in confusion. His soaked costume clung to his body as his cock came back to life and started to get erect again. The hero saw Sivana laughing at him and began to get angry. “You little monster!” He roared. “No matter what has happened to me, I can still lick the tar out of you! Wait until I get my hands on you!”

Running back to his fortress, Sivana taunted Captain Marvel. “You’ll have to catch me first!” He purposely left the secret entrance open as he speed to where his radio was located. “Achilles, you’re next! Take off your name and replace it with Apollo, the god of music!”

Without waiting to hear a reply, the doctor ran back towards Captain Marvel. “That robbed you of your courage!” He snarled as he struck the weakened hero in his chest. “Take that!”

Captain Marvel’s eyes grew wide with fear as he cowered from the evil doctor. “Please don’t beat me up!” He whimpered as he turned and ran away. Robbed of his courage, the hero had been turned into a pitiful coward and fled from a man who he could have beaten up even without his powers.

Sivana laughed as he watched the hero flee from his fortress. Running back to his radio, he gave his last command. “Mercury, take away Captain Marvel’s power of flight and have Mnemosyne, the god of memory, put her name instead.”

Captain Marvel ran with all his speed out of the fortress with all of his powers taken away, he wasn’t running very fast. Combined with his hard cock pressing against his tights sending waves of pleasure through his body, it took him a while to make it out of the fortress.

Sivana followed the hero amused at his lack of speed. He had always plotted to defeat Captain Marvel, but actually seeing it was better than even taking over the world. His plans for the hero began to change as he followed his prey.

“I’ve got to escape!” Captain Marvel cried out. “I can still fly!” The hero made it outside the fortress and jumped in the air. Gravity took hold of him and he fell flat on his face.

“And back you flop, like a ruptured duck!” Sivana laughed as he witness the hero’s failed escape. “Funniest thing I ever saw!”

The evil doctor walked over to Captain Marvel and forced him on his feet. “How did you do it, Sivana?” The hero asked shaken to his very core. “How did you rob me of all my powers?”

Doctor Sivana chuckled as he took out ordinary rope. “Now that all your powers are gone, I can tie you up with this rope like anyone else! You’re helpless!”

Captain Marvel offered no resistance as his hands were tied behind his back. The evil doctor marched the captive hero into his fortress to where Shazam was held captive.

Upon seeing his mentee captive to his nemesis, the ancient wizard hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Captain Marvel.”

Sivana laughed as he swatted the hero’s muscled ass. “I took old Shazam hostage and made the gods take away their powers from you.” He gloated. “You’ll find that your new gifts from the gods are quite different,” Sivana said as he flicked Captain Marvel’s erect cock.

Captain Marvel grunted and started to blush from his nemesis noticing the steel rod fighting to break through his tights. He looked at his mentor hoping that there was some hope for escape. Shazam could not even make eye contact as he stared at the ground dejected.

Doctor Sivana forced Captain Marvel on his knees. “You now belong to me, little hero!” He sneered. “You can swear to serve me, or I will make sure that your death is long and tortuous!”

Captain Marvel flinched as he tried to adapt to being powerless. He wanted to surrender but the last part of his former self battled this new fear that gripped him. “I’ll never serve you!” he said trying to be defiant, but it came out instead like a whimper.

Sivana grinned as he grabbed the hero by his hair and forced him to look him in the eye. “Fine, then I will kill you and Shazam at the same time!” He said with an evil grin.

Captain Marvel almost wet himself as he wondered how long it would be until death took him.

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Todd Fleming

Dr Sivana devises a diabolical plan to strip his nemesis Captain Marvel of his powers.
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Part 1
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

Dr. Sivana sat in his secret headquarters frowning at the stone floor of the cave. He had just suffered a disastrous defeat at the hands of his nemesis, Captain Marvel. “There must be some way to defeat that big red buffoon!” he fumed. Sivana had tried several times to use his intellect and inventions to take over the world and he would have succeeded if not for the meddling of Captain Marvel.

Getting up from his chair, Dr. Sivana paced from one end of the cave to the next. “How can I counter against his powers that were given by the gods themselves?” He mused as the world around him faded away as his thoughts took over his awareness. “No invention is strong enough to even make a scratch on Captain Marvel.” The doctor frowned as he tried to use his genius intellect to find a way to destroy his enemy. “There must be some way to take down that oaf once and for all. Once he is out of the way, the world would be helpless against my intellect. If only I can take away his powers!”

Sivana’s head jerked up as a glimmer of an idea sparked in his mind. “Take away his power!” He said with a wide grin that took up most of his face. “Why haven’t I thought about this before? Without his powers, Captain Marvel would be easily defeated!”

Chuckling to himself, he ran deeper into the cave where his secret headquarters was located. Inspired by this new plot to take down the meddling hero, Sivana hopped into his motorcycle and sped away. He rode for hours through the wilderness until he arrived at another base of his. The doctor had bases like this scattered throughout the world. It was one of the reasons Captain Marvel had a hard time tracking him down. With his brilliant mind, he had amassed a fortune that provided him the resources to make all of his inventions. Money was not enough for his ambition, only when the world was ground underneath the heel of his boot would he be truly happy.

Dr. Sivana parked his motorcycle next to a small rocket. In his research and study, the villain knew the secret location of the source of Captain Marvel’s powers: the Rock of Eternity. No one but himself knew that he had this knowledge. This was the cornerstone of his new plan. Climbing into the rocket, he set the coordinates and took off through the air. The rocket easily escape the gravitational pull of earth and sped through space.

The Rock of Eternity came into view and Sivana started to laugh. This was the home to the ancient wizard Shazam who granted Captain Marvel his powers. Shazam took certain traits of the gods and granted them to Captain Marvel giving him magically enhanced strength, speed, invulnerability, intellect, stamina, and courage. Shazam was the key to undoing Captain Marvel once and for all.

Landing his rocket near the entrance of the Rock of Eternity, Sivana quietly entered the domain of Shazam. He found himself at a conference room where Shazam sat with the gods that provided Captain Marvel with his powers. After watching them unnoticed for several minutes, the doctor quietly tiptoed away. Now was not the time to spring his trap. He located the sleeping quarters of Shazam and found a place nearby to hide. He would bide his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to execute the next part of his master plan.

Hours passed and Shazam was soon fast asleep. Dr. Sivana tiptoed into the room quietly so he did not wake the old wizard. He soon saw the prize that he had been waiting for. Shazam’s robe of immortality hung on the wall. Taking it off the hook, the doctor placed it on himself feeling the power course through his body. Sivana wanted to laugh with glee, but there was one other prize that he needed to take.

Taking out a small dagger, he walked over to the sleeping wizard and pressed it against his throat. Shazam’s eyes popped open as he stared in astonishment at the villain holding a dagger to his throat. “What is this?” He asked in shock.

“If you want to live, you’ll do what I say old man!” Sivana spat. “I’m going to destroy Captain Marvel and you are going to help me”

Shazam stared at the knife held against his throat. Without his robe of immortality, he was helpless. His powerful magic allowed him to stare into the future and he knew that these events could not be stopped. Sivana would win this day and Captain Marvel would be vanquished.

Dr. Sivana forced the old wizard out of his bed and marched him to the conference room where the gods waited. The gods all gasped when they the doctor marched in with a knife against Shazam’s throat.

“What is this?” Zeus asked.

“Listen to me!” Sivana barked. “You will do as I say or I will kill Shazam where he stands!”

“Don’t kill Shazam!” Hercules cried out. Normally they would have been able to easily defeat the mad scientist, but the combination of the Sivana wearing the robe of immortality and his hostage made the gods helpless to the doctor’s commands.

“Shazam will stay alive as long as you do as I command!” Sivana spat. “Solomon, I want you to strike your name off the plague of eternity!”

Solomon walked over to the plaque shaken up by the doctor’s first command. “But this will take my wisdom away from Captain Marvel!” He protested.

Sivana grinned. “Exactly! Now do as I command or I will kill Shazam!”

The wise king sighed as he crossed his name off the plaque. “I must obey,” He said sadly. “This will cause disaster for earth.”

Shazam hung his head as he addressed the gods in the room. “You must obey Sivana. It is not to save my life, but fate has decreed that he shall defeat Captain Marvel. We are bound to the threads of fate and this is what fate has in store for us.”

The gods nodded slowly as they were now bound to obey Sivana. The doctor chuckled with glee. His plan was working and now fate was on his side. He had many plans to punish Captain Marvel for his interference. Before the hero would suspect something was amiss he would have already have won. “Summon Somnus, the god of sleep, and have him replace your name on the plaque Solomon!”

The wise king’s eyes widened but he nodded and went to obey his new master. Sivana dragged Shazam out of the room with the gods trailing behind like lost puppies. “You will stay in contact with me through the radio I placed in the conference room. Listen for my commands and obey!”

“Yes, we understand,” The gods said in unison.

The rocket took off and headed back to earth. Sivana navigated the ship through Earth’s atmosphere and landed in the middle of the desert. A heavily armored fortress stood in the middle of the desert.

“This is my new fortress that I had built for such an occasion. From here I will conquer the world and you will witness my final victory over Captain Marvel.”

Shazam said nothing as he looked sad of picturing his mentee defeated by this mad scientist. He wished there was something he could do to stop these events from happening, but there was no way to fight against fate.

Dr. Sivana dragged the old wizard into his main control room and handcuffed him to the chair. “Now it’s time for phase 2 of my master plan!” The mad doctor laughed as he went to his computer.

The United Nations was in a panic as they received a message from Dr. Sivana. They knew that from his veracity of attacks against the world that he was not a man to take lightly. The Secretary-General looked over the note.

“I, King Sivana, demand that the United Nations disband! I will now rule Earth from my impregnable fortress! None of your armies will be able to smash it or even dent it. From it I will pour a rain of destruction all over earth unless I am crowned King! I have spoken! P.S. Not even Captain Marvel will be able to wreck my fortress. I’ll even tell him where it is….. by code! Let’s see if he can solve it.”

“We must contact Captain Marvel immediately!” The Secretary-General said urgently.

Within the hour, Captain Marvel arrived at the UN headquarters and sat reading the note. The very bottom of the communication had an elaborate code. The hero knew that there was no code that he could not crack using his power of wisdom. The members of the UN gathered around him wanting to see first hand the power of Captain Marvel.

Unknown to Captain Marvel, his power of wisdom had been taken away and replaced with the power of sleep. The hero stared confused at the code trying his best to crack it. Every time, he tried to activate his power his eyes started to close as he suddenly felt exhausted. The members of the UN looked at each other puzzled why their champion kept falling asleep. Minutes turned into hours and still the hero could not solve the puzzle. Captain Marvel was confused not only not being able to solve his first puzzle, but why he kept falling asleep. Painfully aware of the members of UN watching him, he felt like a fool as he struggled to work on the code.

After several hours, another communication came to the UN from Dr. Sivana. They immediately handed the note to the hero.

“What’s a matter, Captain Marvel? Can’t you solve my simple code or are you just to scared to face me? Since you are too stupid to solve a tiny puzzle, I will tell you where my fortress is. Come to the Inferno Desert if you want to stop me!”

Captain Marvel turned red from embarrassment and crumpled the note in anger. He ran to the window and took off in the air flying full speed to where is enemy plotted to take over the world. He would make the little man pay for taunting him like this, he thought as he the landscape darted past him. Captain Marvel had no idea that he was flying into a trap.

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Todd Fleming

Peter is delivered the man who’s arranged for his abduction and who’s more than happy to share the jock with his associates. Nice CBT & cum control scenes.

Peter – Chapter 2
by Quicky
Series: Peter
Art by […]

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
by […]

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
by TXBound
Series: The Road Trip

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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An inmate turned Torturer General dishes out brutal sessions with his fellow prisoners in the most severe prison in Sao Paolo. Hot story featuring black & latin men suffering severe CBT & ass spanking!
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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