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The road trip from hell comes to end but not before the young man suffers further creative torments in the conclusion of TXBound’s series.
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The Road Trip – Conclusion
by TXBound
Series: The Road Trip

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TXBound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mark Patterson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mark Patterson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Name!” he shouted.

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

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

“I want to see a…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You had no right to search my car.”

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

I sat there silently.

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

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

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

“Where’s the judge?” I asked.

“You’re lookin’ at him, boy!”

Why was I not surprised?

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

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

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

“I just told you I didn’t have it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Time for a little justice. Montana style!”

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

“What are you doing?” I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes sir, I do!”

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

“Yes sir, I do!”

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

“Yes sir, I do!”

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

“Yes sir, I do!”

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

“No sir!”

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

“No sir!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir. I like it a lot!”

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

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

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

“No….”

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

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

“No. Stop! I can’t take it! No….”

“Yeah, that’s it. Beg for me, boy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“These feet ticklish, boy?”

“Oh, no. Please…”

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

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

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

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

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

“No, please don’t…. ahhhhh.”

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

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

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

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

“What could be worse?” I mumbled.

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

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

“Well, I’m glad you asked!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

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

“No, I’m not gonna do it!”

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

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

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

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

“Yes sir!” I answered obligingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? Why?”

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

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

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

“So that means…”

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

“Yeah, I see what you mean.”

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

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

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

James West

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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