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Twin brothers & child stars Dylan and Cole Sprouse are all grown up and on vacation in Italy when they are abducted & forced to endure a tickle torture session and more while stretched out on a rack in this hot story from D.R. von Todtensausen.
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Trouble for the Sprouse Twins
by D.R.von Todtenhausen

Dylan and Cole Sprouse visit Italy, and both are captured separately by a gang of thugs, neither one knowing that the other has been captured. Luigi, the leader of the group really had a thing for Dylan and wanted to have fun with him, but he also liked Cole’s looks, and being able to have both guys to torture was really turning him on.

Luigi devised a plan in which he could put both Sprouse boys to the torture and actually have Dylan ask to be tortured. Luigi had access to a complete set of torture instruments, but they were of the kind that didn’t really leave any scars or marks to mar the beauty of the victim’s bodies. The instruments were in a large room, set up very much like a torture chamber, except it had a balcony which was enclosed with glass windows and could be entered either from a hallway on the balcony level or by a staircase leading up to the balcony from the chamber. The balcony room had a good view of the room below and was equipped so that everything going on below could be heard, but no one in the chamber below could see who was in the balcony room, nor could they hear anything from the balcony. This was the ideal set-up for Luigi’s plans for his Sprouse captives. His group of friends were all looking forward to helping with the plan, because they also wanted to “play” with the Sprouse boys.

Since Dylan was Luigi’s favorite, he planned to save the best for last, so he worked out a plan that started with Cole. Both boys were tied up in separate rooms and their clothing was almost exactly what Luigi was hoping for so his plan would work well. Dylan was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants with his feet in shoes and socks. Cole, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of sneakers and socks. This was ideal for Luigi’s devious plan.

Cole was brought into the torture chamber and placed on a rack in the center of the room, all the while protesting and asking what was going on. His arms were fastened above his head to the large winch, but before fastening his ankles to the rack, the “assistants/torturers” removed Cole’s shoes and socks. Then his ankles were secured in place at the end of the rack.

Luigi began by starting to tickle Cole’s bare feet. Cole laughed and laughed, shrieking and pleading for the tickling to stop. Luigi was having too much fun to stop, so he continued to tickle Cole’s feet until Cole could hardly breathe. Finally he stopped the tickling and started to set up the next phase of his plan. Luigi had his helpers put Cole’s shoes back on his feet but they got rid of Cole’s socks and did not put them back on.

When Cole’s shoes were back on his feet, the rack started to be tightened and Cole was soon stretching and completely raised off the table. The tighter the rack got, the more Cole groaned and begged for the stretching to stop. Finally it got to the point where Cole started to scream from the pain. This was the point that Luigi had been waiting for. He loosened and tightened the rack several times, and jerked the tension to really make Cole scream. When he figured out just where the rack had to be so that Cole would scream with the slightest increase in tension, Dylan was brought into the glass-enclosed viewing room on the balcony. The room was wired so that the screams of the victim could be heard in the viewing room, but sounds from the viewing room could not be heard in the torture room below.

Just as Dylan was brought in, the rack was pulled tighter making Cole scream loudly. Dylan heard the scream and looked down to where he saw Cole being tortured and heard his continuing agonizing screams. Dylan asked: “Why am I here and why are you doing that to Cole?” “Let us both go and stop torturing him!”

Luigi had his answer planned carefully. He said: “We received orders that we were to capture the two of you and torture one while the other was made to watch the torture.” As he said this, the tormentors knew from Luigi’s plans that they were to keep tightening the rack on Cole. Tighter and tighter the rack pulled on Cole’s arms and legs, and Cole began to scream and shriek with the pain even louder.

At this point Dylan asked: “Why did you decide to torture Cole and make me watch?”

Luigi answered with a lie saying: “No reason, we just decided to torture him and let you watch.”

As Cole continued to scream and scream, Dylan couldn’t stand it anymore and said: “Since you were supposed to torture one of us while the other watched, just stop torturing Cole and torture me instead?”

Luigi answered: “Well, that would require extra effort and work on our part, since we have already started on Cole.”

Cole cried out again in pain and screamed and screamed.

“Stop! Stop!” cried Dylan. “I can’t stand it anymore.” “Just let Cole go and torture me instead.”

Luigi said: “Well, that is possible, but what will you give us in return for all the extra work we have to do to make the change?”

Cole screamed again and Dylan answered: “Anything, anything! I’ll give you anything you want, just stop torturing Cole!”

Luigi said: “We might just do that, but since we have already started torturing Cole, you will have to agree that, as payment for our extra work, you will also have to take the full session of torture, even though we have already done some of the time on Cole.”

As Cole continued to scream, Dylan agreed saying: “Yes, yes, I’ll take all the torture, just stop torturing Cole!”

Luigi picked up a microphone and told the torturers to stop stretching Cole and to release the tension. As soon as the tension was released, Cole flopped down on the table of the rack and just lay there exhausted. At Luigi’s command the torturers began to loosen the bonds and release Cole from the rack. They were in on the plan and knew just what to do next, so they led Cole out of the room and closed the door. What Dylan didn’t know was that they merely took Cole down the hall to another torture area with another rack and immediately stripped Cole naked and placed him on this new rack. Cole had no idea that Dylan was also a captive and had seen what was being done to him. Cole struggled and protested at having all of his cloths removed, but when he was placed onto the rack he cried out: “No! No! Not again! I can’t stand it anymore.”

The torturers immediately began to tickle the soles and toes of Cole’s bare feet, and Cole laughed and shrieked again, begging them to stop tickling him. “Stop! Stop! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” Cole cried. “Why are you doing this to me? Hee, hee, ha, ha, ha!”

The torturers continued to tickle Cole’s bare feet until he almost passed out from lack of breath. Then they began to tighten the rack and stretch Cole some more. Cole screamed and screamed until he finally fainted.

In the meantime, after Cole was taken out of the first torture room, Dylan was led down the stairs from the viewing room and into the torture room that Cole had just left. He was led over to the rack and told to lie down on it. He resisted, but the rest of Luigi’s helpers began to take off Dylan’s shirt.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Dylan. “Why are you taking off my shirt?”

“We have to fasten you on the rack.” Luigi answered.

“But you didn’t take off Cole’s shirt” Dylan said. “Why are you taking off mine?”

Luigi answered: “Because Cole had on short sleeves that didn’t get in the way of fastening your wrists to the rack.”

By this time Dylan was bare to the waist and he was being forced down on the rack and his arms were pulled up over his head. His wrists were fastened in place to the winch and the torturers then went to his feet and took off his shoes.

“Hey! What are you doing?” he asked. “Why are you taking off my shoes? Cole had his shoes on.”

Luigi answered: “Because we need to fasten your ankles and you are wearing long pants and socks which get in the way.”

“Oh no!” Dylan cried. “You’re not going to take off my socks, too?”

By this time Dylan was barefoot.

“Oh, we’re taking off more than that.” Said Luigi as the torturers started pulling off Dylan’s pants and underpants so Dylan was completely naked.

“Stop!” Dylan cried. “Give me my clothes! Why have you taken off all my clothes? Cole had his clothes on.”

“But Cole had short sleeves and short pants and wasn’t wearing socks,” said Luigi. “We needed to get your clothes out of the way to fasten you to the rack.”

By this time the torturers had Dylan completely fastened to the rack. All of them, including Luigi, were drooling at the sight they were seeing.

Immediately Luigi walked up to Dylan’s beautiful bare feet and started tickling them. Dylan went crazy, jerking and trying to pull his feet away as he laughed hysterically.

“Ha, ha, ha, stop! Stop! Why are you tickling my feet? Ha, ha haaaaa!” Dylan shrieked.

“Oh, this is part of the extra torture you agreed to take as payment for our extra efforts, and these feet are so soft and beautiful.” Luigi answered.

“No! No! Stop!” Yelled Dylan between bursts of hysterical laughter. “Stop! Stop tickling my feet! Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

Dylan was loose enough on the rack that as he squirmed trying in vain to keep his tender soles away from Luigi’s tickling fingers, his dick flopped around with all the wriggling. Luigi then went for Dylan’s toes and tickled under and between them causing Dylan to shriek with laughter and beg for the tickling to stop. Finally Luigi did stop the tickling and let Dylan catch his breath.

Then the torturers began to tighten the rack. Dylan knew that he had bargained with Luigi so that he would be tortured instead of Cole, but he had no idea his feet would be tickled along with the rack. As the rack tightened, Dylan began to groan as his body lifted off the table and the tension was pulling on his shoulders and hips. Tighter and tighter the rack stretched and Dylan began screaming in agony. Each slight movement of the winch and Dylan was in complete agony and screaming louder and louder. Finally he passed out from the pain.

Luigi and his henchmen left Dylan on the rack and went down the hall to the other chamber where Luigi began to tickle Cole’s feet again. He watched as Cole was stretched once again and heard the loud screams issuing from Cole’s throat. Finally Cole fainted, too.

Cole was then removed from the rack and carried to the room where Dylan was just coming out of his faint. Dylan saw Cole being carried in and asked: “What have you done to him?” Luigi didn’t answer but had Cole placed on the floor next to the rack about midway and a rope was then lowered from a pulley in the ceiling. The rope was fastened around the still unconscious Cole’s ankles with his arms strapped behind his back. Then the rope was pulled so that Coles bare feet left the floor. Soon Cole’s naked body was hanging by his heels from the ceiling. Dylan saw Cole being pulled up and asked what they were going to do to Cole. Luigi told him that they were now going to have some more fun. At this point Luigi and his henchmen began to tickle and play with Dylan’s cock and balls. Immediately Dylan became hard and Luigi began to stroke Dylan’s hard cock and brought the now moaning Dylan almost to the point of shooting his load. Then he ordered the assistants to throw some water on Cole’s face to bring him out of his faint. When Cole came to, he looked around at the upside-down world around him and saw Dylan naked on the rack. He asked Dylan and the others what was going on and what they were going to do. At this point, Luigi nodded and his assistants knew just what to do. They pushed the rack over so that Cole’s head was hanging directly above Dylan’s stiff cock. They immediately attached a set of wires to Cole’s limp dick and balls as they hung downward on Cole’s stomach.

While Dylan was still being teased and coming close to exploding, Cole was lowered a bit and told he was to suck Dylan’s cock, which was now sticking up right in Cole’s face. Cole answered that there was no way he was going to do that. “We’ll see,” said Luigi and immediately the rack was tightened some bringing a scream of pain from Dylan. At the same time a jolt of electricity was sent through Cole’s dick and balls, causing him to scream in pain and jerk his body as much as he could while hanging upside-down from the ceiling. Again and again shocks were sent through Cole’s genitals while Dylan was screaming in pain on the rack. Finally, while both boys were screaming in utter anguish, Dylan yelled: “Do it, Cole! Do it! Just suck my dick so that they stop torturing us both!”

Finally Cole couldn’t stand the pain any longer and he slipped his warm, moist mouth over Dylan’s cock and started to suck. Immediately the tension on the rack was loosened and Dylan stopped screaming and started to moan until he came in Cole’s mouth.

Luigi ordered Dylan removed from the rack and had him placed on his back on the floor. Then, a rope with a noose on the end was lowered from another pulley on the ceiling and the noose was placed around Dylan’s ankles. The rope was pulled until Dylan’s bare feet were about waist high off the floor. Meanwhile Cole was lowered so his back was on the floor too, and he was right beside Cole, both boys with their bare feet soles beautifully on view. Luigi began to tickle both sets of lovely bare feet and the boys went wild with laughter. After tickling and tickling, Luigi pulled out a length of wooden dowel, and started to whip the soles of Dylan’s and Cole’s feet with it. At each stroke the boys screamed and jerked, twisting and writhing on the floor. Whap, whap, the rod hit their tender bare soles, bringing on more screams and twisting and jerking of their naked bodies. Finally Luigi’s arm got tired of whipping the boy’s feet and he ordered the men to take the boys to the cell. Luigi told his assistants that the boys had had enough for that day, but they would certainly be kept for further entertainment at another time!

D.R.von Todtenhausen

As the sergeant’s interrogation continues, he is subjected to some creative CBT and other humiliating tortures.
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The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele – Part 2
By Otherside
Series: The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele

Sgt. Lance Thiele was bound naked in the middle of an old dim warehouse. Both of his arms were secured in chains connected to the ceiling. His feet were also securely bound with chains connected to the floor. The pain in his private part and armpits due to waxing was gradually losing in his senses. He heard some approaching footsteps. He saw three silhouettes walking toward his direction. It was Eros along with two other men seems like his co-member in the rebel group.

“Let me introduce you to my students,” Eros initially said as he stepped in front of the captive. Eros pointed to the one wearing a red shirt. “This is Henry.” Eros pointed the other man wearing a black jacket as well. “And this is Kyle.”

Lance just stared bitterly at them. Henry and Kyle giggled to each other upon seeing the naked hostage in front of them. Lance’s darkly tanned body was glistening in sweat. The muscles in his biceps, chest and abs were carved like a sculpture.

Eros walked around the helpless sergeant and talked as if he is a professor teaching his students. “Listen to me, my students. Our subject for today is Science 101.” He grabbed Lance’s penis and held it upward and continued, “And our topic for today is about Male Reproductive System.”

Henry and Kyle laughed at what Eros did. Lance’s face flashed red once more.

Eros continued his pretense as a professor. “Let’s start our lecture.” Eros held Lance’s penis upward to reveal the pair of big balls hanging between his thighs. “This pair of ball like things are what we call the testicles. These organs produce sperm cells needed to reproduce and impregnate a woman.”

Henry raised his hand as if a student asking a question. “Can I take a look sir?” he asked.

“Sure,” Eros answered. Henry stepped closer and looked at the sergeant’s nuts with a big teasing grin. “Touch it and examine it,” Eros told his student and so Henry did. He touched and felt Lance’s balls in his hands. He squeezed it gently causing the sergeant to jerk.

“Be careful, it’s sensitive,” Eros said teasingly.

“They’re big,” Henry said as he looked to the sergeant’s face. Henry smirked at Lance trying to tease and humiliate him. He then slapped the left ball which is the one dangling lower.

“Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed.

The three rebel laughed upon hearing the sergeant scream. “I thought you’re the tough guy?” Kyle teased him. “Tough guy that screams because his balls were slapped! Hahahaha!” Kyle then slapped the right ball of the sergeant.

“Agh!” Lance moaned in pain.

“I want to demonstrate something. Kyle can you get the table we had prepared earlier out there?” Eros instructed.

Kyle did what his ‘professor’ told him, he pushed the wheeled table toward them. The table was covered with a white cloth.

“Testicles usually hang outside the male’s body to keep the temperature favorable for the production of sperms. But look at this…” Eros removed the cloth covering the table. An icepack, a thermos and a bowl sat on the table. He took the icepack and pressed it against the sergeant’s scrotum.

“Whoa! It’s cold!” Lance blurted out as the cold coursed through his balls. His testicles began to contract causing it to retract closer to his body.

Eros removed the icepack after five minutes and saw what he wanted to see, Lance’s balls shrinked. “See. His testicles shrank as it was exposed to cold. This is because the testicles need warmer temperature to produce sperm,” Eros told them as if he was delivering a lecture. Eros took the bowl and poured some warm water into it from the thermos. He then submerged the sergeant’s balls on the warm water in the bowl.

“Aaahh!!! It’s hot!” Lance screamed. Eros removed the bowl. Lance’s balls were wet and dripping. Lance testicles reacted instantly to the heat, they hang loosely between his thighs.

“I want to try it too!” Henry took the icepack and put it again on the sergeant’s scrotum.

“Whoa!” Lance moaned. His testicles contracted again and shrank.

“My turn.” Kyle took the bowl with warm water and submerged Lance’s testicles in it.

“Aaahh!” Lance screamed as he felt the heat on his scrotum causing his balls to hang loosely again. Kyle removed the bowl. Henry put the icepack again causing the testicles to shrank again. Kyle submerged it again in the bowl of warm water. Henry put on icepack again and Kyle submerged it on warm water again. They watched and laughed as the sergeant’s testicles shrank and loose and shrank and loose repeatedly.

“Please stop! My testicles!!” Lance finally cried out to them.

“Stop now my students. I think his balls are already tired,” Eros chuckled. Eros reached for Lance’s head and pulled his hair. “Now will you tell me the password?”

“No!” Lance insisted.

“I guess me and my boys should teach you some more lessons.” Eros approached Kyle and whispered in his ear. Kyle just nodded and left them but he soon returned with a whip in his hands. Eros took the whip. “Now let’s see sergeant!”

Eros hit Lance’s bare back with the whip.

“Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed as the whip touched his skin causing pain.

“The password?” Eros asked but Lance still insisted. Eros whipped the sergeant’s back once again. Lance screamed. Eros whipped the sergeant’s chest causing it to turn into bright red. Eros repeatedly whipped the sergeant’s back, chest and abdomen in an effort to produce the secret out of him. “The password is all we want from you! Tell it now!”

“I will never betray my country and my men!” Lance shouted back.

Eros moved his whip and hit the sergeant’s genitals.

“Aaaahhhh!!! Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed out of pain.

Eros struck the sergeant’s penis using the tip of the whip.

“Aaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed once more.

Kyle reached for Lance’s balls and slapped them repeatedly.

“Aaaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed as Kyle continuously slapped his balls.

“He’s very committed to his job.” Kyle commented.

“Let’s see if his commitment can save him.” Eros retorted. “We’ll leave you for awhile sergeant but we will return and I swear we will get what we want! Kyle, stay here and make sure he would not escape.” Eros and Henry stepped out of the warehouse leaving the tormented sergeant naked in the middle of the room.

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A trusted military officer is abducted, stripped and interrogated for the password to nuclear weapons.
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The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele – Part 1
By Otherside
Series: The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele

Sgt. Lance Thiele is a well known and respected soldier of the army. He is very committed in his job and is willing to sacrifice just to perform his role as a soldier. He is dubbed as the “tough guy” because of his strength and excellence in their missions. Because of his known commitment and dignity, he was entrusted a special mission. It is the mission to secure the nuclear weapon that was hidden inside a military vault. He is the only person entrusted to know the vault’s password. He performed really well in his job that no unauthorized personnel ever got close to the vault.

As a reward, his commanders awarded him a two week vacation leave. Other soldiers had spent their holidays a month ago but Lance chose to work instead. That’s why his commanders thought it would just fair for him to be paid of his missed vacations.

Lance packed his things and started on his way. He decided to spend his vacation in his own rest house. Unknown to him a surprise was waiting for him.

Lance was shocked when he saw the whole disarray in his house. His sofa was ruined, his kitchen tools were scattered on the floor, his TV set was shattered. He alerted himself; he took a gun from his bag and loaded it. He must be ready in case someone attacked him. He searched the whole house until he felt a sting on his neck as a sedative was shot into him. The sergeant’s sight blurred and he lost consciousness.

Lance woke up in a dark room. He could not envision where he was due to the room’s darkness. He heard some footsteps and a click. The lights suddenly turned on revealing the sergeant with both of his hands tied up in the air. He was in a Y position. He still wore his khaki pants but his shirt was gone exposing his broad muscular chest. His biceps bulged as his arms were tied. His dark tanned body glistened in sweat. His six pack was perfectly carved in his muscular abdomen. No one could deny that Sgt. Lance Thiele had the looks and the body, a true living Adonis.

A man in black jacket went in. “Welcome Sgt. Lance Thiele it is my pleasure to meet you,” the man greeted him sarcastically.

“Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want?” the sergeant asked continuously in a loud voice.

“One question at a time please. Let me introduce myself. Our organization baptized me of the name “Eros”. You can call me that way too.”

“Organization? The terrorist group of Nibiru,” Lance concluded.

“You got it. I am a member of Nibiru. And I think you already know what we want.” Eros walked around him. Once at the sergeant’s back he leaned into his ear and whispered, “The password of the vault containing the nuclear weapon.”

“I pledged to keep the password secret. I will never tell it to you,” Lance insisted as his captor walked around him.

Eros grinned at him, “I knew you would say that.” Eros punched the sergeant’s handsome face then gave a blow on his hard abs. Lance received several punches on his face and on his body but he was still committed to his pledge to keep the nuclear weapon safe inside the vault.

“You really are the tough guy. Your muscular body can endure my punches.” Eros took a thin steel bar and hit the sergeant’s back with it. Lance coughed as the steel bar made an impact on his bare back. “The password!” Eros shouted at his captive.

Lance shook his head instead. “I will never tell you! I will offer you something. Release me and come with me. Help us subdue the rebellion group of Nibiru. The military can offer you protection and immunity from cases in return for your help.”

“Do you think you are the only one loyal here? I am loyal to my group the same as how you are loyal to the military. I will never betray them. So stop your nonsense offer and tell me the password!” Eros held up the steel bar and hit the sergeant’s bare chest.

“Agghh!” Lance coughed, his body dangled as the steel bar hit him.

“You are tough Sgt. Lance Thiele but let’s see if you can still endure this. No matter how hard the muscles, every man has a weakness.” Eros grinned deviously right in front of the sergeant’s face. Eros reached for the belt around the sergeant’s waist. Lance didn’t like the idea running through his mind. He struggled as his captor reached for his belt. He kicked Eros in his abdomen causing him to fall off his feet but Eros was able to remove the belt.

“I won’t let you do that again!” Eros stood up and took a chain connected to the floor. He locked up the sergeant’s right ankle with it. He did the same with the right ankle using the opposite chain connected to the floor. Lance was now in an X spread eagle position. His chest started to pound faster. His sweat was dripping all over his broad muscular chest down to his six packs.

Eros walked toward a table that sat in one corner of the room. He picked up a sharp pair of scissors lying on the table then walked back toward his captive. He used the scissors to cut the khaki pants of the poor sergeant. Lance struggled. The scissor cut through his right thigh. Blood started to stream from the wound.

“It’s your fault,” Eros said. No matter how Lance struggled, Eros was still able to cut off his pants. The only garment left from him was his plain white briefs. “Now for the best part!” Eros grinned.

“No! Please no!” Lance shouted but his captor already had his undergarment cut off. Lance’s soft unerect penis drooped as the last cloth on his body was removed. His genitals were fully exposed in front of his captor. Both of his feet were tied so he could not even move his legs to hide the precious jewels dangling between his parted thighs.

“Whoa! Huge balls!” Eros tried to tease and humiliate the sergeant. Lance’s face flashed red at the thought that he was standing in front of somebody with his genitals fully exposed. Lance just thought of the time when he bathed with his co-soldiers to remove the shame out of him.

Eros stepped closer and bent over until his face was right in front of the sergeant’s genitals to take a closer look. He cupped the sergeant’s low hanging balls with his right palm. “Your balls are so big. Your left one actually hangs lower than the other,” Eros commented with a grin.

Lance just ride at his captor’s trip and joked. “So do you like my big balls? I bet you really like it. How about your own balls? I guess you really admire my balls because mine are big unlike yours which are very small!” Lance laughed out loud at his joke. He was trying to use reverse psychology by putting the shame to his captor.

Eros freed Lance’s balls and stood up. He looked eye to eye to his captive. He grabbed the sergeant’s balls and squeezed it.

“Aaahh!” Lance cried in pain.

“You are not in the position to insult me! I have your life in my hands or shall I say I have your balls in my hands. I can castrate you whenever I wanted to!” Eros shouted at Lance’s face.

Lance’s chest pound as he hears the word ‘castrate’. He never wanted his precious nuts be removed from him.

“But don’t worry I will never do that. Let’s just have some play.” With these words, Eros released Lance’s balls and walked away. He left for awhile and when he returned he pushed a table on wheels. A jar of gooey sticky substance was placed on the table along with a spoon and some strips of plasters.

Eros wore a pair of medical gloves. He then opened the jar and scooped some of the orange substance using a spoon. “Don’t worry it’s just some beeswax,” he explained. He stepped closer to his captive and spread some of the wax on the thick bush of pubic hair above Lance’s penis. Eros took a strip of plaster and pressed it against the waxed area.

Lance realized what his captor was about to do. “No!” he screamed.

Eros pulled off the strip. A thick black bush of pubic hair was removed along with the plaster. “Aaaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed and agonized.

Eros just looked at him with a devious smirk. “So now will you tell me the password?”

“No! I will still not!” Lance insisted. He was panting and breathing heavily.

“Ok then let’s continue.” Eros scooped another spoonful of wax and placed it on the Lance’s left hairy armpit. He pressed a strip of plaster against it and pulled it off. Hairs on sergeant’s left armpit were also removed.

“Aaaahh!” lance screamed once more.

“The password? Tell me now!” Eros demanded.

Lance just shook his head. Eros prompted to do the same thing on Lance’s right armpit. Lance gave out another scream as his right armpit was also waxed. “Stop this please!” Lance desperately begged his captor.

“You can stop this by telling me the password,” Eros replied.

“No! I will not!” Lance insisted.

Eros scooped another wax and spread it on Lance’s scrotum.

“No! Not there!” Lance screamed horribly.

Eros pressed a plaster and pulled it off. Lance’s testicles jolted amidst the air as the plaster was pulled off. Pubic hairs were removed from the smooth surface of Lance’s scrotum.

“Aaaahhh!!! Aaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed as pain hit his skin.

Eros repeated the process. He applied wax on the remaining bush of pubic hair around Lance’s genitals. Eros asked for the password but Lance still insisted despite of the pain he was experiencing at the hands of his captor. Soon, all of Lance pubic hairs were gone. Lance was panting and breathing heavily. His throat was exhausted from sceaming.

“Water,” Lance said in a low voice.

“I’m not that bad to not give you some refreshments after a painful waxing experience.” Eros left to get a bottle full of water. He stepped near Lance and poured the content of the bottle. Lance opened his mouth to gulp the precious liquid being poured at his mouth. The soothing cold of water quenched the tension on his dry throat.

“I’ll leave you for awhile. Decide now my dear sergeant because you will experience worse than this once I return.” Eros grinned as he walked and left the room

Lance was left in the middle of the room, tied spread eagle panting. His armpits and private area were red and searing in pain. Lance hoped that he could still endure the tortures to come.

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Declan in Stocks
by Blackjack
Series: Declan

Declan shivered as the icy night wind wrapped its tentacles around his naked body and he shut his eyes trying to take a nap. He wiggled his hands which were locked in an uncomfortable position. His head and neck did not feel right either. Something here was amiss. Most horrifying of all was the cold feeling about his balls; they ached and Declan could also feel them swaying. And then there was that disturbing slap, slap that he felt every few seconds or so. Accompanying the soft slapping was a click, click, clicking noise and his balls felt like they were about burst. The night seemed to pass ever so slowly and his uncomfortable position made it hard for him to sleep.

“What the fuck have these barbarians done to me now?” he thought.

As the sun began to wake up he realized his tenuous position. His head was stuck in a yolk like contraption. His hands were caught in two small holes about half an arm’s length away from his head.

The market square was getting busy as traders, money lenders and early shoppers milled around the dusty market place. Declan heard a high pitched shriek. He had just enough room to turn his head to the left. Although his line of sight was cut short, he saw an Afghan woman pointing at him. He could feel something tapping his naked ass and the click, clicking coming from the region of his aching balls. His vision was blinded when someone dressed in black walked up to his head and began patting the fuzzy curls that had begun to grow where his low fade had once sufficed for his hair. The man swung his hips they made his head jerk sideways and they made the rickety stocks wobble. The man mumbled something in Pashto as he slowly walked away from Declan glaring over his shoulder at the black American soldier.

The sun beat down relentlessly and it offered no comfort to Declan. The sun’s rays bit and tore at Declan’s flesh. A face appeared before Declan’s eyes. It’s toothless grin reminded Declan of Halloween evenings back home. Then came the slap and then another leaving red marks across Declan’s cheeks. The man shouted angrily at Declan, then another slap and another. Declan could hear shouting and what he thought was men arguing.

“I am sorry American. My friend here has lost family members in the wretched war and he blames every American. Now he has you in this position. What can I do? I am sorry.” The man walked away as Declan shuddered.

“Wait, wait!” Declan yelled after the man. “You speak English? I need someone to talk to! Someone who can explain what’s going on, please!” Declan pleaded.

The sun persisted and Declan’s body felt the savage raw shards of sun burn his body. A figure appeared before Declan. It was a woman carrying a large jar with a wide rim. She knelt down and dipped a ladle into the jar then pushed it towards Declan’s lips. The water was cool and refreshing and Declan gulped it down. His nodded his head in acknowledgement as best he could. The lady repeated the action and Declan drank the water as best he could. But then an angry sounding voice boomed out across the market square and a soldier came running up to the woman. There was a shriek and a crashing noise as the ladle flew through the air spilling water everywhere. Trickles of cool water ran down Declan’s heart shaped face. However, his joy was to be short lived.

“Arrgg,” Declan moaned as the butt of the rifle crashed into the side of his face. Declan’s head dipped.

It did not seem long before the cool evening descended over the market place. There were still a few people bargaining and haggling with the stall keepers. The last of the burning gas lit torches went out and Declan was swamped by darkness. He twisted his head as best he could to try and find a comfortable position for the night. He stopped when he felt a hand on his ass. The hand rested for a few moments before it began to massage Declan’s smooth round buttocks. Fingers crept along the contours of the round shape of his cheeks.

“Ugg!” Declan gasped as the fist full of fingers and knuckles entered the hole. “Errg,” Declan moaned as the hand rotated around and round. This was a sensation that Declan had never experienced before. Declan heard a shushing noise as the person behind him disrobed. The rhythm of the guy’s thighs and the dick that went in and out, in and out stunned Declan. But Declan had no time to reflect on this as he felt the familiar swaying of his balls, the click click sound and the soft slap slap against the sides each testicle. He jumped as he felt something grasp his charcoal colored dick. There was a squeezing motion not to dissimilar to that of a maiden milking a cow. The damp sensation of lips engulfing the head and the vacuum like sucking sent a chill and shiver through Declan’s nether region. Declan’s feet made tiny jumping motions as he climaxed, filling the intruders mouth with cum. Declan was in a mess mentally. His mind was in chaos. Three assaults at once but he was starting to enjoy feeling of having the guy behind him deep within him. An Afghan man came in front of Declan. He lifted his Kaftan and shuffled closer to Declan’s head. He placed the soiled white robe over Declan’s head pushing his groin into the black soldiers face.

“Hmmph,” Declan squealed as the Afghan man manoeuvred his dick to fit between Declan’s lips. Declan had no choice to suck and swallow the six inches of meat. Declan sucked and sucked until eventually the man in front of him climaxed and came load after load of creamy cum filling Declan’s mouth.

“Arrgg,” he mumbled with his mouth full of cum as he felt his balls being stretched. With that the Afghani in front of him withdrew his penis from Declan’s mouth. Cum was still shooting out of the head and it splattered down Declan’s cheek and down his nose. A face appeared at the level of Declan’s head. It said something in Pashto then a hand rubbed the cum over Declan’s face. “How much longer will this night last?” Declan thought to himself.

The sun rose above the horizon; it’s warm rays a welcome relief from the cold night. Declan could hear the rhythmic trunch of boots on the dirt road. A voice barked out orders in Pashto and Declan felt the weight of the stocks’ cross bar lifted from his neck and shoulders. The wooden cross bar however was replaced by a steel collar and a chain clipped into place through a ring on the side of the collar. Declan felt a tugging motion and he had no choice but follow where the chain led.

A crowd had gathered to watch the humiliation and Declan heard the laughter of both the crowd and the soldiers that held him captive. It took a little while of the awkward motion of Declan’s gait for him to realise what caught people mirth. The chains around his balls swayed violently causing his balls to swing and swing. This caused Declan to walk in a ridiculously funny manner which seemed to amuse both the audience and the soldiers. The chain pulling and controlling Declan was starting to hurt but the African American had to follow suit.

Declan could not walk much further and he tried to stop and catch his breath. This seemed to annoy his captors. One of the younger soldiers spat out some foreign words then ran towards Declan who winched and put his eyes to his forearms. The young Afghan soldier bobbed down and tugged the rocks attached to Declan’s balls. He pointed to Declan’s dick chattering excitedly. Declan tried to look down at his phallus but it did not take him long to realize that they were talking about Declan being cut. They seemed to be interested in the fact that Declan was free of a foreskin. The young Afghan soldier tapped Declan’s smooth mauve colored head. At least the pause in the forced march had given Declan time to catch his breath.

As the procession reached an elegant looking building, they trudged down three flights of stairs and entered a small dark dingy dungeon. It took Declan a while before his eyes adjusted to the half-light. He heard the other prisoners’ moans and groans. As he looked around he saw emaciated figures cramped into what appeared to be cages. Some of the men were naked and some were clad in nothing but rags. He looked from side to side at the assortment of men of all colors and creeds. The conga line of soldiers leading Declan stopped in front of a large cage in which there was a stocky white man he could not have been any taller than five foot four. He looked like an all American life guard with long blonde hair and a tan. He was attired in army camouflage trousers. His torso was naked. He stood facing the wall only turning around when an authoritative Afghan soldier said something in Pashto.

“Oh hi there,” he said in a gruff voice “I guess you is my next victim.”

Declan was taken aback by the word “victim.” The man peered at Declan’s six foot three, one-hundred and eighty eight pound body. “I see they’ve tried to break you,” the man said. “Well kid, we’ll have some fun.”

The Afghan officer spoke to the man in the cage to which a smile alighted the blonde man lips. “There ya go kid it looks like they are going to offer you your freedom, but first you have to wrestle me. Beat me kid and you are outta here. Oh by the way I am Colonel Bristo.”

Bristo’s right hand reached grabbing the rope that wound around Declan’s neck. He pulled Declan forward and with his left hand reached down to the two stones and twisted them. “We are going to have fun boy!” Bristo barked “You and me alone in the ring on the mat.”

The Afghan officer pulled Declan away and the troops marched Declan away. Having been shown his opponent, Declan was taken to a suite where a man dressed in white Arabic clothes sat in a large chair.

“You are Declan?” the man asked in a deep honeyed voice. Declan nodded. His mind was racing as to what was going to happen next. “You shall wrestle Bristo for your freedom. But first we must train you and build you up. We only have three days but for those three days you shall have the run of the third floor. Your own room and access to our gym. I wish you luck, American.” The man clapped his hands and two burly black men came and escorted Declan to his new home.

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Blackjack

Straight jock Bryan suffers through his first anal experience courtesy of a fucking machine and an agonizing orgasm denial session.
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A “Straight” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 2
by Bryan Smith
Series: A Straight Bargain
Art by RodinArt

“Well hey there stud! Hope you got some sleep and are ready for the next part..” said Sam looking down at Bryan.

“Helpppppp. Helppppp. He… mmmmmm, aghhhh”

“Now now we can’t have that.” Sam placed a ball gag in Bryan’s mouth. “Now you can scream and holler all you want but no one can hear you. You are mine for the rest of the day and it’s my job to help gear you up for your new job. Just relax and enjoy the new experience. Looky here. Your cock is even telling you to relax.”

Sam grabbed Bryan’s cock and gently stroked it a few times. Bryan tried to squirm but couldn’t move. Sam lubed up his cock and said, “Before you know it, you will be begging me to cum.”

“Pwease, pease, op. on’t o is.” moaned Bryan.

“I’m sorry Bryan, but it’s too late. Now have you ever played with your ass? God look at this pink hole. So tight, clean, and beautiful.”

“Nooooooo. Mmmmmm ughhhh.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you. That’s for your clients. But you see this?” Sam pulled out a butt machine with a dildo attached to the end. “This is what we call a butt machine. Now it’s going to fuck you. You see Bryan, your new job requires that you be ready for all client demands. Don’t worry, I will be gentle. You are going to experience an orgasm like never before.”

Sam slowly began to rub Bryan’s taint circling his finger and gently pushing into Bryan’s hole. Bryan moaned and tried to beg and plead no. Sam continued and began to rim Bryan’s ass as Bryan began to moan.

“You like that huh?” Sam continued to rim for roughly 20 minutes. Bryan’s cock was leaking pre-cum and Bryan just moaned. Sam finished and fondled Bryan’s cock. “Look at that pre-cum! I think you are ready.”

Bryan’s face filled with horror. “noooo. Pwease.” Sam ignored Bryan’s plea and lubed up his hole and the dildo. Sam moved the machine to Bryan’s hole and slowly pushed the dildo in. At first the dildo just pressed against Bryan’s hole.

“Relax Bryan. It hurts more if you resist. Push a little and breath as it pushes in.” Sam let it gently push on the hole as Bryan got used to it. Moans and screams didn’t stop him and all of a sudden, Sam saw Bryan’s hole loosen a little. Sam pushed the dildo in for the next 5 minutes slowly getting all 5 inches inside. Once it was all the way in Sam said, “Good boy. Very good. Now you are ready. Just breath.”

The machine slowly went in and out, with Bryan moaning every time it went in. Sam looked down at Bryan and said, “Ill be back in 30, I have another client.”

Bryan grunted and looked horrified but Sam just said, “Enjoy the ride, it gets better.”

Same left and Bryan lay there with the machine going in and out. In and out. He continued to grunt and his cock continued to throb. Bryan could feel the pre-cum leaking onto his stomach. As he got used to the machine, he was beginning to enjoy the sensation. For the first time, he was experiencing what it was like to have his prostate stimulated.

For 30 minutes Sam was gone and Bryan felt the machine pick up speed, slow down, and speed back up. He was moaning and begging for Sam to come back. He knew what he wanted. He knew he needed some release. His cock throbbed and he just waited for some relief. Sam finally walked in and said, “Well well. Looks like somebody is warmed up. Now look at the cock. I’ve never seen so much pre-cum.”

Bryan tried to beg and Sam knew what he wanted. “What’s that? You want me to play with your cock?”

Bryan shook his head and pleaded and just wondered if Sam would allow him to cum. Sam lubed his hand and grabbed Bryan’s cock. Slowly he began to stroke Bryan’s cock.

Up 2, 3, 4, and down, 2, 3, 4, up 2, 3, 4, and down 2, 3, 4. Sam did this knowing that Bryan would likely explode any second. Bryan looked at Sam and just slightly moaned. “What is it Bryan?”

“Pwease.” “mmmmm, ome on.”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes!!!”

Sam continued to slowly jerk, edging Bryan as far as he could. Bryan would approach and Sam watched his balls ascend as high as possible, with Bryan squirming, “I’m gonna cum.” Sam then just let go.

“AHHHHHHH.” Bryan squirmed as if trying to jerk himself and searching for Sam’s hand. “Pwease. Pease. PEASE et e cum.” Sam removed the ball gag and said, “What was that?”

“Please let me cum. I need to cum. Please I can’t take it anymore.”

“So you want me to let you cum?”

“Yes!!! Please. Come on man!!”

Sam said he’d let Bryan cum soon enough but on one condition.

“What?” Bryan pleaded.

“If I let you cum, that’s it. That cock is no longer yours. You won’t be cumming except for at work. You understand?”

Bryan stared for a minute and was confused. “What are you talking about?”

Sam pulled out a CB 3000 and showed Bryan the chastity device. “Your boss sent this to me and explained that you are to wear this when leaving the office.”

“What the fuck is that?”

Sam explained what a chastity device was and that Bryan’s cock would become his bosses cock. “You see Bryan, where you are working, we need to train that cock to respond at work, to the clients, and your boss needs you as full as possible. He can’t have you going home and pleasuring yourself.”

“Fuck that! I did not agree to any of this.”

“Bryan, look at yourself. You need the money so you put yourself in this position, didn’t you?” Sam told Bryan that he never had to accept the job and that really the ownership is on Bryan. In fact, he told Bryan that he wanted and needed this all along. “The choice is yours Bryan. I let you cum. Your cock is just begggggggging for release. But afterwards, you will wear this. Or you walk out of here jobless and with no way to afford college. Also, where are you going to work out? You see there is a gym at the place you will work at and no one will judge you, but if you don’t agree to this device, then are you going to work out like that in front of all your jock bros?”

Bryan looked down at himself and just gazed at his hairless body, pits, pubes, ass, legs, and all. He couldn’t face his bros like that. They’d never understand and they’d all think he turned fag.

“Alright. I need the money and I’ll agree just until I have enough money.” Bryan said.

“Good boy.” Sam grabbed Bryan’s cock.

He milked the cock slowly for another 5 agonizing minutes. As Bryan would get close, he would beg, “Come on please just make me cum!” In the final stretch, Sam sped the butt machine up and Bryan just moaned like he had never moaned before. Sam grabbed Bryan’s cock and milked it at a constant medium speed. He watched Bryan’s balls ascend as close to his body as humanly possible and Bryan just moaned, “Mmmmmmmm, I’m, I’m gonnna cum!”

“Good boy. Come on cum boy. Cum.” said Sam.

“Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmm, oh my Godddddd.” For a minute Bryan let out the loudest screams and moans of his life. “Holy Fuck!” was all Bryan could say. Sam stopped the butt machine and told Bryan to relax. As the dildo was pulled out, Bryan let out a moan and his body squirmed.

“Good boy. Look at all that cum!” Bryan looked and there was cum all over his stomach up to his neck and on his chin.

“I have never shot like that before!” Sam grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures.

“Hey what the fuck?” asked Bryan. Sam told him the pictures were for Bryan’s boss as proof of the session and not to worry. Bryan just laid there and asked when he would be released. Sam grabbed a cloth and cleaned up Bryan’s cock and his body. As Bryan’s cock went soft, Sam grabbed it and took the CB 3000 and locked Bryan’s cock inside.

“There we go. Now we are all done. Now await for some further instructions.”

Bryan laid there still strapped in, wondering what instructions. He thought he was done for the day???

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Bryan Smith

Straight jock Bryan finds himself in unfamiliar territory when he agrees to take a mysterious job to raise money for college.
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A “Straight” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 1
by Bryan Smith
Series: A Straight Bargain
Art by RodinArt

Bryan was your typical high school jock. 18 years old, standing at 5’11 and weighing 140 pounds, he had nothing but a gorgeous body. He was a 2-season athlete all through high school and known as the high school favorite starring on the basketball and baseball team. His body was worshiped by nearly all and Bryan could have any girl he wanted. Considering his wavy blond hair, tanned skin and 6 pack abs, Bryan knew he was hot. It was his senior year and he was gearing up for graduation and leaving for college. Scouts had been attending his Spring Baseball games and Bryan was sure to get a scholarship, at least according to his coach, but as it came time for schools to make an offer, Bryan was surprised to receive no offers. His coach couldn’t explain it but offered to set up a meeting with a scout to get an explanation.

Bryan met with a scout the following week who said, “You are good there is no doubt about that but with the economy being so tight, we just don’t have the same money anymore.”

“I need this. This is the only way college will happen for me. I have no money and nor do my parents.” Bryan replied.

“Listen Bryan, it’s not going to change. You are good, but you are a pretty boy, in other words, you are a risk.”

“How am I a risk?”

“Bryan, you have girls groveling at that body. I’ve heard about your reputation. None of us can be sure that you won’t be distracted. We need your focus to be on the game and keeping that body in shape.”

“I can promise baseball is my focus. What can I do to convince yo? College and baseball. That’s it. Please man.”

“Let me get back to the school. I’ll see what I can do.”

Bryan left feeling encouraged and waited a week to hear from the scout. When he finally got the call, the two set up a meeting to discuss options. The Scout informed Bryan that it was a no go. The school was just not willing to shell out the money. Bryan was distraught and the scout saw it.

“Look Bryan, it doesn’t mean you can’t play.”

“But I can’t afford it.”

“Bryan, what if I told you I have another option for you? What if you could make your scholarship money and then some?”

“How?”

“You see Bryan, I own a club and we are looking to hire summer work. It pays $25 an hour and offers generous tips. Now it involves you staying in pristine condition and servicing others.”

“Servicing others?”

“Bryan, I am in the hospitality business. I own an all male athletic club. You would be hired as a pool boy and would service those in need by getting them drinks, setting up their pool side chairs, and catering to the customer’s needs.”

“That’s easy.”

“Yes Bryan. But I want you to understand what you are getting into. Servicing their needs means all needs and I mean all needs. Are you following?”

“Whoa man, if you mean sexually, I’m not gay.”

“I’m not saying you are Bryan. You don’t have to be. This is strictly a job. Think of it that way.”

“I don’t know man. I. . I. . “

“Bryan, you want to go to college right? You want to play baseball right?”

“Well yes.”

“What are your other options? Where else can you make that kind of money? My pool boys on average make $300-500 a day.”

“Holy Shit.”

“So Bryan, what do you say?”

“I just don’t know.”

“I need a decision Bryan. If not, that’s fine but I’m hiring this position by tonight. We open in 1 week, so I don’t have time to mess around. I’m doing you a favor and trying to help you out.”

“No one will find out?”

“It’s a private club and our members are guaranteed discretion as are you.”

“Ok. I’ll do it. But I’m not gay.”

“I never said you were Bryan. Limits may be pushed but I will help you with that. We have a strict uniform policy. I will mail you your uniform and instructions for prep in the next few days. You start next Saturday. Report to this address at 8:00am.”

The Scout handed Bryan a card and they went their separate ways. Bryan wondered about what he had just committed to and just said that it was a job. He convinced himself that it was a just job no one would know and besides he was desperate. A few days passed and no package came. It was Thursday and he thought maybe this whole thing was a sham. Bryan felt at ease and thought, “Ok, I’ll find something else.” Friday came and Bryan slept in. All of a sudden it was noon and the doorbell rang. It was UPS. A package was left on the doorstep. Bryan’s heart sank as he knew this was the start of….let’s just say a very new experience.

Bryan opened the door and grabbed the package. It was a medium size box and smaller than he had exptected. He opened it and was shocked at what he would found, or more importantly, what he didn’t find. Inside the box was a large envelope with a card, instructions and a white tank, white gym shorts, and a white thong with a penis sheath.

“This can’t be the uniform!” Bryan had thought to himself. He opened the card and it read,

Bryan, I told you we would push your limits. You may be shocked right now, but we hire our employees partly based on your looks. Our members like to see what you have. Here are the instructions for how you are to prep for tomorrow.

I set up an appointment at 3:00pm today around the corner and the body detail salon. You are to go and let them know you are there for your 3:00. Everything is set up for you.

Wear your entire uniform tomorrow and show up at 8:00am sharp!

Relax and get some rest.

Bryan was not ready for this. His heart sunk and he knew this was over his head but he needed the money. As he read the instructions, he looked at number 1. “Body detail salon? What?” He had no clue what they were going to do.

As time passed, Bryan looked up and saw it was 2:45pm. He got in his car and left for the salon. Extremely nervous, he walked in and before he could say anything, a male at the counter said, “Ahh, you must be Bryan. I’ve been expecting you. Come on back.”

Bryan followed the gentleman to a room in the back of the salon. The man’s name was Sam. He was in his upper 20’s quite muscular and good looking. Sam was extremely masculine which surprised Bryan in this business but what quite calming as well. “Alight Bryan, everything is set up and paid for so all I need you to do is relax and get ready. Go ahead and strip completely and lay face down on this table.”

“Wait. What is going on?”

“Oh I’m sorry. The gentleman said you would not know what was going on. Your body is undergoing a transformation. I have been given a directive to wax your body and bikini area.”

“No, absolutely not.” Bryan proceeded to turn around and grab the door handle but it was locked. “Open this door! I’m not doing this!!”

Sam said he expected this reaction. He walked over to Bryan and said, “Look you committed to this. I know you need the money. There’s no way out right now. I have the key and you can just get ready or prolong this.”

“Dude I cannot do this. This is against all I am. I like who I am. I like the way I look. I’m a man.”

“You will still be a man, you just need to have a certain look for the customers. Now I have something to relax you and take away some of the pain. Drink this. There’s a slight narcotic in it to numb your body.”

“I’m ok. Let’s just do this. I’m not drinking that. Pain doesn’t bother me.”

“Suit yourself.”

Bryan stripped down and as he did so, he asked if Sam could step out. Sam replied, “You might as well get comfortable now because I’m going to see it all.” Bryan stripped and laid down and Sam asked “Are you sure you don’t want the drink?”

“Yes.”

“Ok let’s get started. I’m going to start with the hair on your back.” Sam took hot wax and lathered it on Bryan’s lower back. The hot sensation burned but went away as he layered on the wax strips. “Here we go.”

Sam ripped the first one and Bryan grunted. The next one came off and Bryan grunted a little more. The third one close to his ass crack made Bryan scream.

“You can still have that drink to take the edge off.” said Sam.

“Alright, alright. I’ll take it.”

Bryan drank the glass and just laid there. Sam said he’d be right back. Time seemed to pass forever and Bryan all of a sudden felt a numbing sensation and his mind started to go in and out. Sam walked in and Bryan said, “I… I feel dizzy.”

“Oh you’re fine relax. Relax.” replied Sam.

“Something’s wrong man. This . . .”

“Shhhh. Bryan everything is fine. Now I’m gonna get started again.”

Bryan laid there and was weaving in and out until he completely passed out. Sam proceeded with the waxing, moving onto his legs, underarms, and then his ass. As soon as that was done, Sam rolled Bryan over. At first he struggled to move Bryan as he was a bump on the log, but once he was turned over, Same proceeded from the neck down finishing with Bryan’s cock. As Bryan was passed out, Sam was mesmerized with Bryan’s cock. You see in the drink, Sam slipped a Viagra too so Bryan was hard as rock. He stood at about 7.5in and his cock was just beautiful. As Sam finished the waxing, he was excited for what was to come.

The deal was, wax his body and then in exchange Sam could use Bryan as a pre-training if you will for Bryan’s new job. The bed that Bryan was on transformed with leg stirrups and restraints. Sam manipulated Bryan’s body enough so that his legs were strapped in stirrups, his arms restrained above his head and his head and hips strapped to the bed.

Once complete, Sam grabbed some ammonia and put it under Bryan’s nostrils. When Bryan woke up, he took a second to come around and tried to move.

“What the f___”

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Bryan Smith

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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