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Black bodybuilder Kaig Reene is hired as an escort by a client who wants to fulfill a torture & interrogation fantasy in this wickedly hot new story from Mark Wisdesad!
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Kaig’s Fit to be Tied Up!
by Mark Wisdesad

Kaig Reene weighed 298 lbs. An impressive weight on on any bodybuilder. But on Kaig, who stood 5 ft 7 in in his socks, it was way beyond awesome! Huge muscles bulged all over him making him resemble a pocket size Black Hercules! He had always been a gym rat but had never given a second thought to turning into a professional bodybuilder. Not for him the bother of being ‘in season’ and ‘off season’. So, Kaig was always off season! His arms were thicker than an average man’s thigh. His legs were packed with humongous muscles. Kaig’s ass was a huge mass of gluteal muscle. A bull neck on barn door shoulders. However, what made gawkers walk into each other or into onrushing traffic was his enormous chest! It was nearly 60 inches! And Kaig was just 5 ft 8 in, remember?! Between his legs was a long thick one eyed monster!

He earned quite a bit of money as a male stripper. For a dude of colossal proportion, Kaig was a very sensual, agile dancer. His thick body was very supple. But what really got him the megabucks was his ‘worship sessions’. They were held in discreet hotel rooms or at the residences of the rich guys who hired him. The rates depended on what they wanted of him. The dudes with kinky tastes naturally had to fork out a larger wad of dollars. Tying him up was top of the list. Many a times Kaig was amused by the clumsy way he was bound. But what the hell, he was paid handsomely, wasn’t he? Of course, all this was discussed on the phone before Kaig met these well heeled desperate dudes. Kaig always carried his ’emergency kit bag’ that contained spare clothes, handcuffs, rope and a small knife.

One Saturday evening, he was hired by a man who made it plain that he had erotic bondage torture in mind. The rates were settled and Kaig drove to the address. He wore an impossibly tight white T shirt and a tight pair of faded jeans. The apartment was in a high rise in the swanky part of the city. “Nice…” Kaig muttered as he carried his bag and walked up the stone steps. Riding up the elevator, he reached the floor and walking the length of the corridor, he reached the apartment and rang the doorbell. The door opened and he was asked to enter.

The man was a tall and tanned sturdy man with graying hair. “Fucks! I’ve never seen such muscles, Kaig!” He said by way of introduction. He pulled Kaig into his arms and gave him a long passionate kiss. “I’d love to see more of you, my sexy Kaig!” He said and grinned mischievously. The emphasis on the word ‘more’ was not lost on Kaig. The man’s hands ambled slowly all over Kaig’s torso. They stopped at Kaig’s humongous pecs that threatened to rip open his T shirt. They kneaded Kaig’s pec beef and pinched his large taut nipples.

The man sat on a tall bar stool and let his hands explore the young Black muscle giant’s body. Kaig groaned. And it wasn’t an act. Despite thousands of hands fondling his muscles as he stripped, every inch of flesh had turned out to be extremely sensitive to the touch! And now, his monstrous cock tented the front of his tight jeans! The man gently squeezed the bulge. He asked Kaig, “You know I love to tie up massive guys like you?” Kaig smiled and nodded his head. “And”, he added, “I tie them up real tight.” Kaig smiled at him. How many times, he wondered, had he heard this sentence! Many a times, it had turned out to be a joke for him! He had been bound clumsily enough for a five year old to free himself. “I plan to tie you up and do some wickedly erotic things with you. Ready?” he asked. Kaig nodded.

The man produced a shiny pair of steel handcuffs. “New ones. Let’s see how good they are, shall we, Kaig?” The muscle mammoth winced as the cuffs went on his wrists behind him. They were snug round his thick wrists. He twisted his wrists. Kaig saw that he was enjoying the sight of his captive’s huge shoulder muscles bunch up with the effort. He had learnt early on that some of the kinky guys got off on watching their captive’s helplessness, so he used to put on an act. Kaig used to tense and bunch his muscles in a show of struggling to free himself.

But here he didn’t have to act. The cuffs were quite tight. He grunted as his wide shoulders and his huge brawny arms bulged with his muscles. His captor smiled and ran his hands over Kaig’s enormous torso. Kaig groaned with lust. His cock ached as it was imprisoned in his jeans. “You’ve brought some spare clothes, right?” the man asked. Kaig replied that he had. “Good.” the man grinned and knelt in front of the cuffed Kaig. He unzipped Kaig’s impossibly tight jeans. “Fucks! How do you even put them on, Kaig?!” the man asked as he struggled to pull the tight jeans down to Kaig’s ankles. The boots and socks came off and so did the jeans. “Whoa! What do we have here?!”

Kaig had worn the tiniest, tightest pair of shiny red G string briefs. A hand explored his massive legs. From his cannonball calves to his colossal thighs. And then Kaig felt a hand on his crotch! A fingertip sprinted up and down the huge bulge. Kaig moaned with pleasure as two hands fondled and caressed his huge muscle ass. The man stood up and said, “Let’s start the evening’s entertainment,eh?” Grasping Kaig’s massive arm, he led him into the bathroom. “Why don’t you pee, Kaig? It’s gonna be a very very long evening!” He pulled Kaig’s brief’s off his legs and tossed it in a corner. The cuffed muscle stud’s large cock sprang out like a diamondback about to strike a prey! The man stood behind his captive and bringing his arms around, held Kaig’s cock as it let out a stream of piss. The other hand fondled his colossal pecs. He felt the man’s erection wedged against his ass. “Let’s go back!” the man said and picked Kaig’s briefs.

Kaig was led back. The man pulled another tall stool and placed it in front of a floor to ceiling mirror. Kaig noticed that the seat was nothing more a ring of upholstered leather! “Sit!”, he ordered his captive. Kaig struggled to sit on the stool as it was quite tall and his cuffed hands were of no help. His balls hung free in the open space in the ring. He saw his image and that of his captor behind him. The man spoke in a voice dripping with lust, “You look so fuckin’ huge and sexxxxxy, Kaig!” The seat of the stool was small and Kaig’s huge muscle ass bulged out.

“Let’s tie you up real good…” the man uttered and getting a roll of thin white rope, he cut it into various lengths using a small sharp knife. Kaid eyed the knife and the glint in the man’s eyes and said, “No cutting me up, no whipping that may leave marks on my body! I’m a stripper too, remember?” The smile on the man’s face was chilly as he replied, “Kaig, I don’t plan to draw even a drop of your blood. And I’m not gonna leave even the tiniest bruise on your huge sexy body.” The man gazed unblinkingly at his captive and spoke in a soft seductive whisper, “But after what I plan to do to you, you’ll wish I had whipped you and maybe cut you up a little, Kaig!” Kaig sighed as his captor’s hand lazily traveled all over his gigantic chest. His large nipples poked through the tight T shirt and he winced as the man pinched them. Very hard.

The muscle mammoth looked in the mirror as his captor almost loving first pulled his left leg and then the right one and tied his ankles tight to the back legs of the stool. Kaig discovered that the manner in which he was bound, he had no option but to sit ramrod straight! He groaned as the man fondled his balls dangling below! He had just watched ‘Casino Royale’ a week ago and had been terribly aroused at the sight of a naked Daniel Craig tied up in a chair and totally at the mercy of his sadistic captor. He now remembered that scene and his cock couldn’t have got any bigger and harder! As if reading his mind, his captor asked him in a soft voice, “Kaig, have you seen ‘Casino Royale’?” He added, “Remember the scene where a naked Bond is tied up immobile in a chair and totally at the mercy of Le Chiffre, a diabolic sadist?”

“I remember the scene.” Kaig said and continued, “But I’m no James Bond or Daniel Craig.” “Maybe,” the man said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “but I’ve wanted to be Le Chiffre and do what he does to a humongous, sexy naked muscle stud. A giant who is bound and helpless……like you, Kaig..” The Black captive squirmed as a hand ran across his inner thighs. He told his captor, “I’m also a stripper, remember? No marks on my body, remember? So, no whipping!” “Oh yeah, I remember.” The man stooped and picked up a small black box and placed it on a table. He opened it and took out a longish shiny black object. Kaig knew what it was. His captor went behind him and caressed his butthole. Kaig moved his body with enjoyment. His sighs turned into a loud grunt as the butt plug vibrator entered him.

He saw his reflection arch his back as the vibrator began its job. The man slapped Kaig’s huge butt cheeks a few times and stepped up to his captive. He held a length of twine in his hands. The sadist lightly tapped the bound muscle giant’s battering ram that kept spitting strings of pre cum. “Can’t get any harder, can it?” the man asked Kaig. Not waiting for a reply, he knelt between his prisoner’s thick thighs and winding the twine around his cum crammed balls, tied them off. “Fucks!” Kaig muttered as he felt his balls being pilled back and the ends of the twine being attached to the handcuffs on his wrists. Kaig sighed as the man left him and walked to a table only to return with some more gizmos in his hands! Kaig identified them as a violet wand and a fleshlight.

The man stood behind his captive and they faced the mirror. “Watch!” the man commanded. The man’s two hands come over his shoulders. A knife glistened wickedly in one hand. It sliced open the front of Kaig’s impossibly tight T shirt from the neck up to his navel. The two men watched fascinated, as the two halves of the T shirt parted and his humongous pec slabs emerged in slow motion! Kaig groaned and tried to heave his huge body as the violet wand ran over his pecs and his nipples. The captor groaned in lust, watching his immense captive groan and squirm helplessly. The man knelt in front of Kaig’s spread thighs. Smiling at his captive, he ran the violet wand over Kaig’s cum crammed tied off balls and his twitching monstrous veined cock. “Aw fucks!” Kaig bellowed and struggled on his precarious perch.

“This won’t do! Can’t have you bellowing like a horny stud bull, Kaig!” He added with a sly grin, “What’ll my neighbors think for God’s sake!” The remedy was quick. And sadistic! The man produced a length of black cloth and gagged Kaig. He took the ends of the cloth and attached them tautly to his captive’s wrists behind him. “Nice! Very nice!” the man uttered. Kaig couldn’t move his wrists without straining the twine attached to his balls and the cloth attached to his gag! Le Chiffre, Kaig mused, could have learnt some lessons from this sadist.

The violet wand roamed lazily over Kaig’s massive thighs, his dense balls and his battering ram between his legs. Sweat poured down his body as he struggled in his bonds. He grunted as the wand generated a rather agonizing current that sparked across his colossal pecs and his large taut nipples. “Mmmm…nice to see a giant like you straining his awesome muscles..” the man said in a voice dripping with lust and sadism, as he applied the wand to Kaig’s tied off balls. Kaig’s grunts pleaded as his captor’s mouth engulfed his huge cock to its hilt. The man grinned like a schoolboy and mumbled, “Heard you’re a gusher, Kaig! Anyway, you won’t be ruining my Persian carpet as long as your balls are helpless. Hehehe!” The mouth worked slowly up and down the angry red piston.

Next came the fleshlight on Kaig’s twitching shaft. The bound behemoth was a whisker away from losing his sanity! The man used his free hand on Kaig’s awesome pecs, mashing the pec slabs and rolling his nipples. Kaig had lost count of the hours as he moaned, sighed and grunted into his gag. He realized that he was in the hands of a cold, lustful monster. His wrists burnt with agony at the tight cuffs round them. He flexed his fingers and was pleased that blood circulation hadn’t been totally cut off.

The man finally spoke to his captive, “I’m gonna free your balls. Let’s see you gush into my mouth, Kaig!” Kaig felt the twine around his balls being undone. The man had hardly held Kaig’s shaft in his mouth than it erupted like a volcano! Thick unending streams of hot cum filled the man’s mouth. He swallowed the lava to the last drop. Kaig let out a long drawn moan and sagged on the stool. His ankles were untied and his gag came off. Kaig could hardly utter a word as he let his captor lead him to the bathroom with his wrists still cuffed behind him.

The jets of warm water fell on their bodies and the man soaped his cuffed captive and later, toweled him dry. They entered his bedroom where the man pushed Kaig on to the huge bed. Kaig was too exhausted and let his captor kiss his massive body from his toes to his lips. He vaguely felt the man’s hot lips on his stiffening cock. He groaned s he drifted into a deep slumber……………..

THE END

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19 yo Jamal is lured to an apartment on the promise of earning quick cash but he soon finds himself in bondage watching his big black cock receive a long slow edging that leads to begging his captor for permission to cum.
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Edging Jamal
by Stud Stalker

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I chose my apartment for the view and it’s the best decision I ever made. It’s the corner unit on the top level of a 4 story building and offers me a wide view of all the comings and goings of the entire neighborhood. I love to sit looking out my window and watch them go by. Sometimes I feel like a spider sitting up in its web just waiting for the right moment to strike its next victim. Of course I’ve never really considered them victims. And they’ve never really resisted THAT much. They’re just hot straight men who need a little encouragement – a little push, some rope, a paddle if they deserve it – and I’m happy to be of service.

I’d seen Jamal around for a couple of months. Most mornings he’d be waiting for the downtown bus and upon his return in the afternoon he’d always stop by the local market for a Gatorade and a pack of smokes. It was summer and the days were long so he’d meet up with a groups of friends for basketball at the local court and they would play for hours even on the hottest of days. I’d often stop by the court to smoke a cigarette and watch them. Most of his friends would strip off their shirts but not Jamal so I’d never seen him shirtless but I could tell he had a nice body under those layers of baggy clothes. On one of these afternoons I was smoking a cigarette and enjoying the view when Jamal starting walking my way.

“Got an extra cig?” he asked flashing a white smile.

I reached down into my pocket and pulled the almost empty pack revealing the sole remaining smoke.

“Last one.”

“Damn. Sorry man. I don’t wanna take your last smoke.”

But of course I insisted and he quickly accepted with an even bigger smile as I offered him a light. I learned a lot about Jamal in the few minutes we spent together while he puffed away. He’s 19. Just moved in with his older brother who found him a position in the shipping department at his job. He was missing his girl back home and I swear if his complexion wasn’t so dark he’d have turned deep red when I mentioned that his cock must be missing her too. Like many young men just starting out in life, the money often runs out too quickly and Jamal was dead broke until his next paycheck in three days. So the promise of an easy $100 and some smokes just for moving a few boxes in my apartment was an easy sell and I quickly had plans for the next day.

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The next afternoon was another hot one. I was already exhausted from searching my apartment for anything heavy to pack into boxes for Jamal to move but I got a surge of energy as I watched Jamal get off the bus and head in the direction of my building. I quickly closed all of the windows and turned off the AC to keep the apartment extra hot.

It wasn’t long before Jamal was working up a heavy sweat and complaining about the heat. I apologized that the AC was on the fritz and recommended that perhaps he’d be more comfortable if he took off his shirt. He hesitated for moment looking at me suspiciously but relented slowly pulling off his shirt revealing his tight lean body and slightly hairy pits. My cock immediately sprang to life in my shorts!

I sat watching Jamal work for the next hour as the sweat ran down his his tired muscles. It wasn’t long before his jeans were off giving me the even more stimulating view of Jamal working in just his boxers. It was easy to see that the boy was exhausted and when he stated complaining about his sore muscles I knew that my opportunity had arrived.

“How about a massage, Jamal?” I asked. “I think you’ve earned it. I’m actually quite a talented masseuse.”

“A massage from a guy? Isn’t that kinda gay?” he asked with a suspicious look.

“Nonsense.” I replied “Nothing wrong with a guy helping out another guy. Sit here.” I pointed to a green armchair in the corner. Jamal nervously made his way over to the chair and took a seat. I sat down at his feet at began to massage them through his black socks. He sat there pensively watching me massage his feet but soon he began to relax a bit and I could see that he was beginning to enjoy the experience. I continued to work his feet and it wasn’t long before he closed his eyes and the ooohs and ahhhs of total bliss started coming from his mouth and his big black cock sprung to life sticking out of the pee hole of his boxers.

I reached up grabbing the waist of his boxers and firmly pulled them down in one quick motion before Jamal even knew what was happening. His black cock flopped back & forth.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Jamal protested cupping in his big cock and balls with his hand.

“You were looking a bit constricted there. Besides it’s hot as fuck in here.” I laughed and continued the massage. He gave me a suspicious look but soon leaned back and went back to enjoying my masterful foot massage. His hand moved away revealing his full hard cock standing straight up. My own cock was as hard as a rock and leaking as I massaged Jamal’s feet and watching his cock dance as he moaned away.

I knew he was ready for the next step so led him to the massage table in the second bedroom and helped him up laying him on his back. I sprinkled oil all over his naked body and began massaging his pecs taking the liberty to pull and pinch his erect nipples. It was obvious that Jamal was in heaven by his still rock hard cock. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. Within a couple of minutes he announced that he was about to cum. But I wasn’t ready for the show to end. In his distracted state he didn’t even notice as I attached the restraints I’d prepared to his hands and feet. By the time he realized what I was doing, it was too late.

“What is this?” he asks nervously struggling against the bondage.

“Relax,” I said.

“What are you going to do to me?” he quizzed.

“Oh nothing you won’t enjoy, I’m sure. I’m going to edge your cock.” I replied.

“You’re going to what????”

“I’m going to edge your cock. I’m going to play with your body and tease your cock until it’s dripping wet. But I’m not gonna let you cum until I’m good and ready. I’m sure you’ll be ready much sooner than me but I’ve got you tied up here so there’s really not much you can do about it. You’re all mine until I’m ready to let you go.”

“Please let me go!” he begged “I don’t want to be edged.”

“Relax,” I said “And you might as well get comfortable. We’re gonna be here awhile.”

I grasped his big black cock with my left hand and began to lightly tease it’s swollen head with my fingers, “Oh and don’t even think about cumming until I give you permission. There will be a punishment if you don’t follow my instructions.”

He tensed and tried to resist but his cock betrayed him remaining hard and responding to my every touch. I made a loose fist around Jamal’s engorged cock and softly began to stroke it’s full length from the thick base to the tip of his leaking cock. When my hand descended back to the base of his cock, it would brush up against his sac and he’d jerk and beg me not to touch his sensitive balls. I leisurely continued the tortuous teasing & stroking of Jamal’s cock and Jamal was in heaven.

Eventually, I began to speed up the motion. Jamal’s cock continued grow. His body tensed and he bit his lip.

“Oh god I’m gonna cum!!!” Jamal moaned.

I quickly stop stroking the boy began fucking the air in vain.

“What are you doing??” he asked in a distressed tone. “I was just about to cum!!”

I gently massaged his chest. “I told you. I’m going to edge your cock. I’m not going to let you cum just yet.”

I grasped his cock and began to play with his head again. Jamal gave me a very frustrated look. It wasn’t long though before Jamal was back with the angels as I tightened my grip and began slowly stroking his cock again. I would purposely brush my hand up against full ball sac again and he’d protest in between his moans. When I sensed he was getting closer to cumming I sped up the pace.

“Ready to cum, Jamal?” I teasingly asked.

“Oh yes sir. Thank you sir. Please let me cum!”

I was getting much closer. He was fucking my hand!

“Ohhh I gonna cum!” he screamed.

And of course, I immediately stopped.

“OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME????” he screamed.

“I told you what I’m doing Jamal. I’m edging your cock! You’re not going to CUM until I’m good and ready.”

“Well I don’t want to be edged! I need to cum!! My balls are aching!”

He began struggling in earnest trying to escape his bondage. I could tell he was getting angry now and I worried about exactly what might happen he did break free. But soon his struggling stopped and Jamal let out a defeated sign. I rubbed gently rubbed his chest then grasped his still rock hard cock and started the game all over.

I enjoyed the whole evening teasing and edging Jamal’s big cock. He spent the evening going in and out of a state that now seemed like somewhere between heaven and hell. When he’d drift back into the world of the living he only had the capacity to softly beg, “Please let me cum.”

Eventually, I did. I tightened my grip and began to work his cock like a machine. Jamal was breathing hard. His entire body tense. He bit his lip and lifted his hips.

“OHH FUCK!!!!!!!” he screamed as his big black cock throbbed in my hand and a huge white load came following out!!

Jamal was frozen in place for a moment while he recovered. Then he fell flat back onto the massage table. I continued to play with his now even more sensitive cock. He struggled and begged for me to stop which I did….eventually.

When I release Jamal he suddenly became very shy and embarrassed. I paid him the $100 (he definitely earned it!) and he made a quick exit. I didn’t expect to see him again but still I wasn’t really that surprised the next day as I watched him walk toward my building and heard his knock on the door…….

God I love my view!

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Jamal agrees to a massage but gets a lot more than he expected when his huge raging hard-on can’t be ignored. The kinky therapist restrains his hands and feet and subjects the young chocolate stud to a long slow teasing handjob until he is literally begging to cum. Running Time: 25 Minutes

Samson does his best not to scream as he suffers an intense torture session with the king and the dungeon master that eventually breaks him. But his needy cock still seems to have a mind of its own.
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Samson Part 3: Samson Tortured by King Nabal
by SuperHuman
Series: Samson & Delilah

Samson was already in pain. The combination of the back-breaking barefoot trek across the desert and the discomfort of hanging naked in a cold dark room for what seemed like hours was taking a heavy toll on his body. Samson was startled as the door suddenly creaked open. A gleeful King Nabal entered the room followed by the dungeon master carrying a torch in one hand and the young king’s whips and club in the other. Samson struggled as the devilish-looking Nabal approached him but his body weight and the thick shackles and chains didn’t allow him much slack.

Nabal made a circle around Samson studying his nude physique down from his feet which were shackled in manner that forced his soles out flat with his toes barely touching the ground up his straining muscular thighs, his enormous cock and balls, his tightly flexed abs, his meaty pecs and erect nipples, his round aching shoulders and all the way up to his shackled wrists and glowing white knuckles. “So THIS is the mighty Samson?”

“Yes, my lord.” answered the dungeon master mistakenly thinking that the question was directed at him as he laid down the kings tools and prepared to mount the torch.

“He doesn’t seem so scary now.” said Nabal reaching out an open hand and gently running his fingers across Samson’s chest from one nipple to the other while looking Samson directly in the eyes.

“You are nothing but a BOY! Release me and we’ll fight this out like men!” Samson demanded jerking back as far as his bondage would allow.

Suddenly the dungeon master grabbed Samson’s clearly frightened face and held it close to the torch. “Better watch youz mouth, Manslave! This is the King of Philistine!”

Samson’s response was a quick gob of spit that hit the dungeon master directly below his right eye but the jaded man just let out a small chuckle and wiped away the spit with his thick dirty fingers then swiftly and ferociously brought down that same hand slapping the captured man so suddenly and with such force that for a few seconds Samson could here only ringing in his ears.

“Enough! He is mine!” shrieked Nabal but then softened his tone, “You will have your turn.”

Nabal continued his circular track around Samson. “You’ve made quite a name for yourself, Samson.” he said as he reached out his hand touching Samson’s muscular shoulders and made his way down and around to to hero’s clearly defined abs and around again to his massive round ass. “My people live in fear of this legend of Samson! I imagine the picture in their simple minds resembles more a hairy fearsome warrior type than the shaven-baby-smooth chained-up helpless prisoner I see here before me! None the less, you’ve made things quite difficult for me. Embarrassed the throne. Made me look weak. But we are going to remedy that situation.”

Nabal picked up the smaller whip and approached Samson again. He looked him directly in the eyes and with the handle of the whip he made small light circles around Samson’s nipples. “You will be humiliated. I will put you on display for all of Philistine to see and they will know that I have delivered them from their greatest enemy whom even my father could not defeat and not for lack of trying before his…um, unfortunate demise. My reign will be legitimized. But these are just political issues. No longer your concern I’m afraid.”

Nabal reached down and lifted Samson’s plump cock and balls in his hand at gently fondling them with his thumb. Samson’s cock began to rise. “But tonight….like many nights to come…tonight is personal. I especially like to torture mature strong men such as yourself. I guess you could say I’ve got “daddy issues”. Of course, I would prefer said man to be displaying his natural fur instead of suffering the humiliation of being shaven like a BOY. Not unless it was by my hand of course. But we will make do.”

Nabal flicked his wrist and swiftly brought the small whip down striking directly on Samson’s exposed genitals. Samson breathed in hard using all of his strength not to scream out as the intense pain radiated through out his body.

Nabal laughed and looking at the dungeon master said, “I like the way he jiggles!” The dungeon master looked back with an approving smile.

“Tenderize him for me!” demanded Nabal.

“Wit pleasure, my lord.” The dungeon master picked up the club and happily approached Samson. He jammed the end of the wooden club roughly into Samson’s abs. Samson lost his breath but still made no scream. The dungeon master continued his assault over Samson’s entire body hitting his sore muscles and even paying some special attention to the captured stud’s cock and balls. Nabal paced around the room carefully watching the events and sometimes giving instructions on parts that looked sensitive. As the dungeon master continued, King Nabal removed his robe once again revealing his young slender body but massive hard cock. Samson couldn’t help but stare.

“Surprising isn’t it? It grows extra large for you. You will come to know my cock well and bring it great pleasure. And I will come to know every inch of your body. There will be no secrets between us. I will hurt every part of you.” he said while stroking his already dripping cock. “Poor Samson, you’ve had a long journey. Your feet must be very sore. I think they need some attention!”

“Yes, my lord!” The dungeon master knelt down and began to club Samson’s flattened soles for what felt like an eternity. The strong man held himself tight but could not help from moaning as the merciless man attacked his feet while King Nabal cheered him on. By the time the dungeon master was finished, Samson hung breathlessly in his chains. He felt a small relief when that damn club had ceased it’s duty but as he saw the naked king pick up the large whip and move behind him, he knew that this was merely a changing of the guard and the real pain was yet to come.

“He doesn’t scream??” questioned Nabal. “I shall fix that.”

Nabal firmly gripped the handle of the whip, pulled back his arm and unleashed a expertly heavy blow across Samson’s back. The weakening hero clenched his jaw and held his eyes tightly closed, struggling to hold onto his will not to scream and cry as another wicked lash stung his back.

WAAAAPISHHHHHH!!! WAAAAPISHHHHHH!!! WAAAAPISHHHHHH!!!

The blows stung his back and ass but still Samson made no scream.

WAAAAPISHHHHHH!!!! WAAAAPISHHHHHH!! WAAAAPISHHHHHH!!! WAAAAPISHHHHHH!!!

The whip wrapped around and stung his bare chest.

WAAAAPISHHHHHH!!!!!!

Nabal was dripping with sweat and precum. He pulled back his arm and swung. The unyielding whip wrapped around Samson’s thick thigh and it’s stinging tip found it’s way to the head of the captured stud’s cock.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! screamed Samson as he lost all restraint and let out an awful wail that echoed through the halls of the dungeon.

“NOW I’ve got you!” screamed Nabal as unleashed blow after blow to the broken man’s body while still stroking his own cock.

Samson screamed and at times even begged long into the night. Nabal and the dungeon master took turns torturing the defeated warrior making good use of each of their instruments. During the times the dungeon master enjoyed his active turn, the twisted young king would carefully watch and vigorously stroke his cock (a luxury not afforded to the frustrated dungeon master) until the young king spewed out one massive load after another.

By morning Samson hung almost lifelessly in his chains as the spent king ordered the dungeon master to take Samson to his cell where he was to held in tight chains and his wounds were to be healed using the High Priest’s special ointment. He approached Samson. “We shall meet again soon.” He lifted the hero’s tortured cock and balls which despite the wounds actually began to become hard in his hand. “In our next session I think will explore this part more.”

Nabal turned toward the door as he spoke to the dungeon master, “I shall make my morning visit and then the king’s bed.”

The dungeon master left Samson hanging alone in the cold dark chamber to go prepare the prisoner’s cell. Despite the pain, Samson’s cock began to stand at full attention. And it was no surprise to him. He had not cum all day…..

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Defeated & shaven bare, Samson is forced to make a humiliating nude march through the streets of Philistine and into the king’s dungeon where he waits in bondage. Meanwhile, King Nabal is entertaining another young man in his private quarters.
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Samson Part 2: King Nabal’s Dungeon
by SuperHuman
Series: Samson & Delilah

The march to the capital was an arduous and humiliating affair. While the soldiers enjoyed the luxury of horses for the hours long journey, naked and barefoot Samson was forced to walk, stumble and sometimes even dragged over the desert terrain by a thick rope tied tightly around his massive shaven genitals. When his beaten feet felt like they could no longer bear another step, a particularly sadistic soldier who rode behind was happy to offer some encouragement in the form of stinging blows from a leather whip expertly wielded to strike against the groaning prisoner’s round muscular ass wrapping around his thighs and snapping against his sweaty cock and balls. Of course the rest stops were even more humiliating than the march. While the soldiers took a break to rehydrate themselves and offer water to their horses, they amused themselves by forming circles around the captive to verbally humiliate him and pretend to fuck him alluding to the fact that he’d be facing far worse humiliations in King Nabal’s dungeon. Only Captain Aaron took pity on Samson; offering him water and reminding the soldiers that the rash king might frown upon them using the prisoner before him and that they might very well end up in the dungeon hanging right next to Samson.

News of Samson’s capture reached the Philistine capital with lightning speed. By the time Samson and his captors reached the city’s gates early the following morning, the streets of the city had become a festival as the populace lined the streets to welcome their triumphant army and catch a glimpse of the captured legend. Samson hung his head in shame at his embarrassing nudity as the soldiers led him down the city’s main street to the thunderous sound of the roaring crowd. Women gasped at the sight of the nude defeated hero holding curious children tightly against their hips. The men hurled insults, taunting the obviously helpless man to fight back sometimes even blocking the entourage’s path for the opportunity to strike the prisoner’s shaved head or pull on the rope stretching his half-hard cock and balls as the soldiers did their best to hold back the over-jubilant crowd making their way down the cobble-stoned street to the entrance of King Nabal’s palace.

Once they entered the massive wooden doors of the palace, Aaron led Samson, flanked on either side by two soldiers who tightly held his arms, immediately down a long winding stone staircase into the dark underbelly of the palace. The group was greeted by the dungeon master, a shirtless slightly overweight middle-aged man with a shaved head and a thick beard covering his face.

“Another Nabal, ey?” he asked with a grin, rubbing dirty hands together in anticipation as his eyes scanned the naked prisoner from head to toe.

“Yes. This one’s special. He gets the personal attention” answered Aaron as he pushed Samson toward the dungeon master.

“This way,” said the dungeon master as led the group along the the dimly light corridors toward the King’s personal torture chamber. Samson shook as he stumbled along the path listening to the pained groans and cries of the King’s many other enemies being tortured.

At last the small group reached a simple stone-walled room. Samson offered no resistance as the guards shackled his wrists into a set of thick heavy chains that hung at the center of the room attached to a pulley that required both guards to use all of their body weight to hoist the muscle man up hands over head hanging from the ceiling until his feet barely touched the floor.

The dungeon master attached an additional pair of shackles binding Samson’s feet together in a manner that forced his soles flat and accessible with toes pointed down barely touching the ground. Then holding Samson’s half-hard cock in one hand, he spanked his ass with the other and said “I’ll be seeing youz soon, Manslave” before heading toward the door with Aaron and the two soldiers. Aaron looked back and for a moment stared at the hanging prisoner then turned shut and locked the heavy door leaving Samson alone hanging in the dark to contemplate his fate.

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As Aaron climbed the steps of the palace to King Nabal’s private chambers, he could hear the distinct sounds of agony coming from behind the locked doors. He hesitated, fearful of angering the rash king by interrupting his private time, but decided it best to follow the king’s strict orders of alerting him at the moment of Samson’s arrival. Aaron knocked firmly on the door.

“Did I not give instructions for complete privacy?” the young king demanded as he swung open the door to his chambers revealing the king’s completely nude slender body and surprisingly large rock hard cock. He held a multi-strand leather whip in his right hand ready to strike to offender.

“My lord, I bring news of Samson” replied Aaron bowing down to his king.

“Very well, Captain” said Nabal softening his tone “You may enter.”

The king turned and walked into his bedroom. He made no effort to cover himself or hide his dripping hard cock. Instead setting down his whip, he picked up his chalice of wine and took a drink. Aaron entered the luxurious chambers and immediately discerned the object of the king’s lust. A beautiful naked farm boy, Micah, roughly the same age as Nabal hung almost lifelessly at the foot of the king’s massive bed supported by ropes that stretched out his arms. His well developed legs were spread wide by a bar attached to his bare feet that barely touched the floor. The poor youth had made the mistake of addressing the king in his weekly open council with his subjects. These events were nuisance to the king – just a bunch of common peasants whining about their insignificant lives he’d say privately – but sometimes he found the opportunity for a little fun when a handsome male subject caught his attention. Micah fit the bill perfectly. The handsome young farmer with light golden brown hair, an olive complexion and a slender but more muscled physique than Nabal had dare to complain to the king about his soldiers slaughtering his herd of sheep for a meal – essentially wiping out his family’s only source of income. King Nabal was infuriated by the youth’s insolence and commanded his guards to arrest the young man and take him directly to his chambers. The intensity of his session with the sadistic young king was evidenced by the bloody cuts and welts on his back, buttocks and thighs, the pool of piss on the floor below him and his now barely audible moans. Aaron could not help but stare.

“You said you possessed word of Samson,” interrupted the impatient king.

“Yes my lord,” answered Aaron “He is awaits you in the palace dungeon, my lord.”

“Very well, Captain. You have served your king well. Tell me of his condition,” the grinning king questioned taking another sip of wine.

“He endured a very long journey, my lord. Perhaps you would see best to allow him to rest for the day so he will be fresh for you in the..”

“Nonsense!” interjected the king. “I’ve waited long enough! Guards!!”

Two heavily muscled palace guards quickly entered the room. “Yes my king?”

“Take care of Micah. He bores me. He doesn’t scream as much as before.”

“Shall we release him back to his family?” they asked.

Nabal briefly contemplated the request. “No, take him to the dungeon. I may desire further sessions with him.”

“Yes, my King” they responded and set about untying the exhausted youth who longer had the strength to stand on his own.

King Nabal put on his robe and picked up his whip contemplating it for a moment then walked over and opened a set of doors to a cabinet filled with a vast collection of torture instruments. He grabbed an additional smaller whip and a wooden club.

“You are dismissed, Captain” he said with a smile and made his way down the long winding staircase to the dungeon and his date with Samson.

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Declan’s Capture
by Blackjack
Series: Declan

His body lay on the dusty concrete floor of the abandoned car park. His uniform was torn almost of all the shirt was ripped off. This revealed a well-developed chest, hours of work in the gymnasium were there on display. The khaki brown of the uniform complimented his creamy brown tones. The almost purple nipple of his left breast was completely exposed, as was several muscles of his six pack abdominals. His head felt fuzzy, and his vision was blurred, his senses were rendered ineffective.

Two Iraqi boy’s not much younger than Declan came out of the deep shadows to the rear of the car park. Declan could not see them until they were almost staring him in the face. He heard a drone, as the two boys chanted as they danced around his limp body. He lay there still as he could; he soon felt soft tapping in his back region, the tapping increased in volume and strength. The foreign sounds of Arabic language filled Declan’s ears.

It was not long before the sound of a heavier trudging broke through his ears. The depth of the voices indicated that whoever was approaching was slightly older than the teenagers, who were probably more curious than anything else. A voice got louder as Declan could feel the waft of breath near his ear then he felt pain as leather clad boots began to pound his back and side. He felt his helmet come off and the butt of the weapon strike his face. A hand grasped around his wrists and began to slowly drag the six foot 188 pound body forward. By now Declan was drifting in and out of consciousness, it was during one of these waking moments he heard a voice. He was relieved to hear an American voice.

One man down,’ said the voice ‘rear of an abandoned car park sector d.’

Declan then heard a shot ring out, he felt a spatter on his arm then he lost consciousness again.

Five soldiers arrived, ‘over here!’ cried the marine who had found the body.

More shots rang out, people were shouting in both Arabic and English as Declan’s limp form was being fought over and argued about.

‘American pigs,’ a broken English voice yelled as a fire fight ensued.

Declan heard a voice in one of his more lucid moments, ‘Oh god,’ he thought ‘that’s Fleishman.’ Declan was both worried and relieved his nemesis since high school was now in a position to save his life. Would Fleishman have it in him to step up to the plate? Declan was determined not to lapse into unconsciousness again. He heard a thumping of heavy feet. The noise seemed to come from behind him.

‘OH lord no not again,’ he thought ‘more wog Arabs comin’ to pound me again.’

But this time there were to be no boots or moccasins kicking him. He felt a hand thrust up under his crotch; the other lifted his arm as it was slung over a shoulder. Declan knew by the fell of his rescuers skin that it was a fellow black man. He opened an eye and saw the ground. It seemed to be speeding underneath him. He saw also the back of military boots, one disappearing the other coming with in full view.

‘There you go trooper,’ a familiar voice said as Declan was laid down.

‘Omar is that you…?’

‘Take it easy son,’ the smooth southern voice of Omar Bailey was like sweet music to Declan’s ears.

The youngster called Omar let Declan down gently ‘medic, medic over here,’ Omar cried out. His immature sounding voice barely rose above the hubbub. But eventually two medics arrived. Declan felt hands grappling his mid riff pushing and squeezing pain then no pain.

‘Take a look at his arm,’’ a young man about twenty five yelled.

‘It’s Ok it’s not my blood,’ said Declan as a pair of boots swished passed his head. He felt a pain shoot through his shoulder.

‘What are you doing with my boy?’ shrieked Fleishman. Fleishman a tall skinny guy hovered around the scene of controlled chaos.

‘We’d better get him back to base and better medical facilities,’ the twenty five year old man said.

‘Ok on the count of three one two three,’ Declan was rolled onto a stretcher and carried by four other soldiers. The ambulance rushed Declan to the base some twelve miles to the east away from the intense fighting.

“It’ll be OK Declan you will be alright,” the medic said as he leant over his mouth close to Declan’s ear. “Who was that white boy anyway?” the medic asked.

“Oh he was an old adversary of mine at school,” Declan replied.

“Man you want to stand up for yourself you should be a strong proud black man, stand up to the white boy nigga,” the medic frowned and stared at Declan. “Come on kid let’s get you better.” The medic pushed the trolley through the swing doors Declan heard footsteps soon he saw a doctor wearing a mask.

“Hi Declan we are just going to remove what’s left of the bullet in your shoulder and clean a few things up. Declan saw the figure of a nurse she was holding a syringe. “Just a little jab there, you’ll feel a little prick,” the doctor said. Declan rolled over onto his side and felt the jab on his lower buttock. Declan fell asleep as the Doctor removed the shrapnel and cleaned out his shoulder.

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Declan had been recovering for two days. The rest had refreshed him up and his shoulder felt good. He lay back on the bed and relaxed as he was ordered to. He was unaware of was about to happen. That evening Doctor Ford sat behind his desk reviewing the notes of a case he been assigned. There was a “knock, knock,” at the door.
“Come in,” he said. The door opened and Fleishman entered the office.

“I have a proposal for you,” Fleishman said “I’ll pay you five thousand if do you me favour.”

What is it you want me to do?” Doctor Ford replied his curiosity was aroused by the mention of Five Thousand dollars.

“You have a young boy in your hospital unit. His name is Declan Simpson,” Fleishman leant on the desk his face just inches from the doctor.

“Yes,” the doctor said as he leant forward so that their noses were barely touching.

“I want you to give Simpson an injection then I want you to hand him over to me,” Fleishman’s face screwed up his lips snarled and turned up at the sides.

“So you think Simpson is worth five grand?” the doctor chuckled “and why do you want him?”

“It’s just a surprise we have for him,” Fleishman replied “I’ve known young Simpson for some time you see. We err were at school together.”

“Well you probably have to come up with a better reason than that, I mean five G is an interesting proposition but I have ethics and a Hippocratic Oath to up hold,” the doctor replied.

“Well,” Fleishman said rubbing his chin “I could probably find another doctor or nurse who could … well just say five G could go a long way for a nurse.” There was a pause the silence lasted for seemed hours. “I can make it ten or may be fifteen G,” Fleishman said as he smiled.

“Look I don’t want any part of this you can keep your dirty money, but if you do this I’ll turn a blind eye and if you get found out I’ll deny everything OK.” the doctor said with venom in his voice. “Oh and may be you could donate your stinking fifteen grand to Doctors without Boarders.”

“OK agreed,” Fleishman nodded and put a hand out “shake on it,” the doctor shook Fleishman’s hand and went back to his paper work. Fleishman slinked off disappearing into the inky night.

It was three o’clock and the doctor entered the building that housed the recovery unit, “Good morning Declan,” he said. Declan just slept. “Hey wake up I need to give you an injection,” the doctor said shaking Declan by the shoulders.

“UH what is it?” Declan’s voice was deep but had a mahogany mellowness to it.

“I want you to roll over,” the doctor ordered “I need to give you an injection penicillin.” Doctor Ford pushed the end of the syringe and a small spurt of liquid shot out. “Now let me just…” the doctor slowly pulled the back of Declan’s pajama pants down revealing a caramel ass cheek. The doctor stroked the projecting ass.

“What.. what…” the needle penetrated Declan’s ass . Declan rolled back over but was soon asleep. Declan did not hear the three troopers come in and strip his bed attire off him. They pulled up his army pants but they let a bit of ass crack show.

“Oh,” Declan moaned as he felt his shoulders and arms aching. His knees hurt as his position became clear. His arms were held up to the top of the wire inlay on the truck, his knees not quite on the floor nor were they straight. The truck rattled along the dirt road bouncing up and down and rearing up and down from the pot holes. The truck eventually stopped.

“This is where we say good bye Declan,” the voice was all too familiar. “But before you leave us I want to give you one parting gift.” Fleishman stood up in front of Declan who was stripped to the waist. “Good luck and good bye my bully prey,” said Fleishman as he gut punched Declan. Slap, slap, slap it went on and on Declan’s abs was getting red and sore. “Anyone else want to say good bye to Declan.

“Let me,” said Frazer. Frazier was a body builder type who loved the gym, he treated it like it was his second home. The pounding continued until Declan passed out. Two soldiers got out the truck and let down the back board. There was a thud as Declan’s limp body hit the dirt ground Declan moaned but his protestations just met with kicks to his naked torso.

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Declan’s shoulders stung and felt like they were burning. He was chained at the wrists and they rose above his head. His naked light brown colored body hung limpy and from time to time his 188 pounds of muscle wently swung to and fro. His was swinging from a rafter but he for the time being was oblivious to the world around him. He shook his head only for it to roll lazily forward. He could hear muffled voices behind him but he could not hear what they were saying. He was partially aware of his nakedness, but this was confirmed when he felt a hand slap his rounded cheeks. His was not prepared however for what was about to hit him. He half opened a wary eye as he felt a rough hand touching his developing muscular body. A face grinned up at him as a hand slipped down to his manhood.

“Arrghh,” he groaned as the hand slithered along his full eight inches. The stroking lasted at least ten minutes and it began to excite the African American soldier. The stroking went on until Declan could control himself no more. A blob of precum appeared as the rough hand continued its job.

“Don’t worry American boy,” the man’s broken English told Declan that he was firmly in the hands of the enemy. Declan heard chuckling and felt something hard and cold bite into his balls. He felt something tapping his face.

“Wake up American Boy,” the accent was definitely Afghan. Declan felt a hand on his ass it gently rubbed up down on the soft flesh of buttock cheek.

“Uggh!” Declan gasped as fingers entered his ass and pushed up against his prostate but he effect it had roused his manhood even more. Declan could hear the man stood next him talking in Farsi. Declan felt the hand move away and the Afghan man stepped to one side. There was a buzzing noise and a pain shot through Declan’s balls and groin.

“Tells us what your American plans are for this region,” the mustachioed man lent over and looked up at Declan. “Tell us,” the man shouted as he twisted a clenched fist into Declan’s bruised side. Declan did not have time to reflect or react as another shot of electricity burst through his balls, this time the shock was stronger and made Declan jig about. His dick wobbled violently but it did not come to rest as the shock provoked Declan’s dick into attention mode. Declan had not realized that the wobbling from the shock had produced some pre cum. All the same his body ached his arms were beginning to sting and ache.

“Tell me American Boy what your plans?” the Afghani man roared.

“I don’t know I am just a soldier,” Declan moaned. He felt something whack his almost up right dick. It stung. He heard a whistling noise then whack. His nine and a half inch phallus throbbed at the pain. “Private Simpson four, zero, two, three four, four,” Declan muttered. His head hung down his chin resting on his chest. He heard the footsteps move behind him then whack on his soft tender cheeks. He wriggled as best he could but all that happened was the rattling of the chains.

“I…I… I told you I ‘am Simpson Declan four, zero, two, three four, four,” Declan stuttered as there was a whistling noise and a slap that stung his dick. The pain was almost too much to bear. Declan could hear the antagonists talking in a foreign language but as the next blow caressed his phallus he lost consciousness.

Declan felt some one slapping his face “wake up American, wake up.” The voice bellowed. Declan blinked he felt the slap, slap, but his mind faded into darkness. His head dipped as he slipped into an unconscious state. But he was rudely awoken when a bucket of cold water doused his face, head and body. The cold water dripped from his face and trickled down to his groin making his balls shrink and his nipples pop. A man appeared before his eyes and he felt the alligator clip bite hard on his popped nipples. He threw his head back and let out an “aaarrgg,” as the clips tore into one of the more sensitive spots on his body. The amps were turned up another notch and the electricity fizzed through Declan’s body.

“You must tell us the plans what is your army going to do,” the broken English words rang through Declan’s ears and whirred about in his head. Declan lapsed into unconsciousness again.

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Two big Afghan men half dragged and half carried Declan’s limp body down a hall way and then down some stairs. The door to the cell creaked as they opened. The two guards threw Declan onto a slab his limp naked body made a splat like noise disturbing the other prisoners. The guards turned and left the barred metal gate clanging behind them.

The prison was built into the rock it was dark and cave like. It was long and ran around the contours of the rock wall. A small bridge led across a fissure which had to be crossed to get to the prison. Declan’s limp body was in a crumpled shape and the slap noise disturbed two of the other prisoners. The two Prisoners felt their way along the bench that acted as both a seat and a bed.

“Here,” Solomon whispered loudly. He tapped his hand along the seat making a slapping sound that stopped when his hand touched Declan’s calf. “Oh we got a beauty here,” he said turning his head towards Omar. His hand began to explore Declan’s leg and thigh. His hand eventually made it to Declan’s smooth rounded buttocks. But something did not quite feel right. “They have tortured this one,” Solomon could feel the ridges left by the cane that wacked Declan’s ass he whispered. “Wait I’ll feel his…” Solomon slipped his hand down beneath Declan’s thigh. “Oh,” he exclaimed with a hint of excitement “this boy is big. Solomon could not help himself he squeezed Declan’s dick as if he were milking a cow. “We got ourselves a negro!” Solomon said he could hardly contain his excitement.

“How do you know?” Omar asked.

“The size of this guy’s schlong no white boy would be that big besides I can feel his fuzzy boosh,” Solomon kept his hand beneath Declan’s thigh he rubbed Declan’s nine inches but he soon found that Declan was getting just as excited as Solomon and the nine inches gradually became eleven and a half.

“Stop it!” Omar screeched.

“What are you jealous?” Solomon queried.

“No but you wait till he is awake before we…” Omar shut up as Declan moan and rolled over to the left. “Oh my!” Omar gasped as he saw Declan’s member bathed in a pale blue light, which shone from a tiny barred window above the bench seat. Declan’s dick was full on and the creamy mauve head pointed above Declan’s navel. “It’s not right,” Omar protested. He has to be awake and he has to be willing.”

“Omar, Omar, Omar this is war all’s fair in love and war,” Solomon chuckled. Solomon stroked Declan’s thigh, pushing his hand up to just underneath Declan’s balls. Solomon came to an abrupt stop “Oh god!” he gasped “they’ve Oh no.” Solomon could feel the marks on Declan’s ball that the alligator clips had left behind. Solomon backed off and inched himself away from Declan. “We best leave him be,” Solomon whispered.

“Oh help me lay him out on this bench.” Omar grabbed Declan’s legs and Solomon took Declan by the arm pits and they laid his limp naked body out on the cold stone slab.

The tramp, tramp, tramp of rebel soldiers boots echoed through the prison cell. The four rebels’ took Declan two held his feet and two grabbed him by the arms they marched out of the cell and disappeared into darkness beyond the bridge.

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The Carter Brothers Find Big Trouble
by D.R. von Todtenhausen

Nick and Aaron Carter were doing tours of Europe at the same time and both happened to be doing concerts in nearby areas. One of the towns had a recently opened museum of torture equipment and Nick was doing his concert in a city close to that town. The director of the torture museum had a fantasy in which he envisioned both brothers as his victims and he had dreams of seeing them naked and undergoing tortures in his museum. When he heard that Nick was coming, he told some of his museum workers about his fantasy and found out that they all were having similar fantasies with Nick so near.

The day after the concert, late in the evening, Nick decided he wanted to get away from his bodyguards for a bit and just roam about to see the quaint smaller towns nearby by himself. Of course he tried to disguise himself, and was able to get by with it for the most part. However, as he was walking down the street the museum director and his assistants were just closing up the museum and noticed Nick walking. At first they didn’t recognize him, but the more they looked, they were sure it was Nick. They began talking about seeing him and got the idea they might try to put their fantasy into reality since there were no bodyguards around. They knew Nick would be walking back the same way so they hid and covered their faces with cloth bags with eyeholes cut out. When Nick came by they jumped him, gagged him and covered his head with another cloth bag without the eyeholes. They pulled Nick into the back alleys and told him there was a gun at his back and he should make no sound and should not struggle. Nick couldn’t get away and also couldn’t call for help because of the gag. It also helped that, being a small village, there weren’t any others on the street at that time. They walked Nick around the alleys for a while to confuse him about where he was, then they returned to the back entrance of the museum. When they got there, the museum director indicated to his assistants that they should make a great deal of noise crashing and banging things about. He had his reason for doing this. They then slipped into the back alley entrance to the museum.

Once inside, they were ready to bring their fantasy into reality. They remained hooded but took Nick into the large room with the torture instruments. They removed Nick’s hood and when he looked around after the lights were turned on, he started to try to get away and mumble with the gag in his mouth. His captors removed the gag and Nick said “Hey, where am I, and what is this place? What are you doing? Let me go!?”

The director nodded and his assistants began to prepare Nick just the way they wanted to see him. They stripped all of his clothes off while Nick continued to whine and complain. Soon he was completely naked and they placed him on a table and spread his arms wide apart. They fastened his wrists and then secured his ankles together and attached to the table with his feet off the edge. The museum director had read many stories in fan magazines about how ticklish Nick was and couldn’t wait to check things out. He nodded and his assistants began to tickle Nick on his ribs and in his armpits.

Nick began to squeal with laughter and yelled: “Stop! Stop!” “I can’t stand it ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

The assistants then began to tickle Nick around his dick and balls and Nick really went into hysterics! Finally the director, himself, did what he had been waiting for – he started to tickle Nick’s beautiful bare soles. Nick went crazy! He shrieked and squealed and laughed so hard he almost passed out. The director then went for Nick’s toes and dug his fingers under and between the toes and again Nick went wild and begged and pleaded for the tickling to stop. Finally the director did stop and told Nick the tickling would stop if he did what they wanted him to do.

“Now, we’ll tell you what we want you to do,” said the director. “You are going to send a text message to Aaron and get him to come to the edge of town without his bodyguards. We will be checking the text message before you send it to be sure there is nothing funny about it. We want you to convince Aaron to meet you at a certain spot so that you can show him something, but you do not want anyone else to know. He is to come at midnight, alone, and he must not tell anyone where he is going. You will make it sound like it is something extra special and only for you and him to enjoy.”

Nick answered that there was no way he was going to do that. The director said: “We’ll see about that.”

Once again Nick felt the soles of his bare feet being tickled, not just with fingers, but with brushes and other equipment. “Stop! Oh, please stop! I can’t stand it!” he yelled.

The director again asked: “Will you do as we ask?”

“No, never.” Shouted Nick. More tickling followed and Nick begged for it to stop.

“Now will you do what we ask?” asked the director.

“No, no, never!” shouted Nick.

“Eeeeeeeeeaahee,hee,hee! Eeeeeeeeeha,ha,ha! Stop, stop! I’ll do what you ask, just don’t tickle my feet anymore! Eeeeeeeeeeeaahhhhaaaaa!”

Nick sighed with relief as the tickling stopped. He wiggled his toes as the director asked: “You are sure you are going to do as we asked? Believe me, we can make it much worse if you fail. You will be screaming until you lose your voice completely!”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do it.” Yelled Nick. “Just don’t torture me any more!”

The director took Nick’s cellphone and typed in the text message with the clear instructions.

“Now,” he said, “How do we send this to Aaron? Remember, if you don’t tell us your secret messaging code so he knows it’s you, and things don’t work out with Aaron coming, it will really be bad for you!”

Nick gave them the instructions for how to be sure Aaron got the message and to know it was from Nick. Then the message was sent. Nick was left on the table, but the tickling stopped for the moment.

Now the plot was set in motion. Aaron replied that he would be at the assigned spot and alone at the appointed hour. He seemed excited thinking this was really going to be a special adventure with just him and his brother. He was right, but not in the pleasant way he was thinking.

Midnight came and so did Aaron, slightly disguised to keep any people from recognizing him, although there weren’t any about at that hour. When he arrived at the spot, he was immediately gagged and hooded just as Nick had been and was brought to the museum. Before he was brought into the torture chamber, Nick was again gagged so he couldn’t call out to Aaron, and Aaron, being blindfolded, couldn’t see that Nick was there. Aaron was lifted off the floor and stripped naked immediately. He was then placed on a rack near where Nick was still on the table. Aaron struggled and mumbled as much as he could through the gag, but it was in vain. Once he was on the rack, his hood and gag were removed and he saw the torture chamber and Nick. He called out to Nick asking what was going on, but Nick couldn’t answer because he was still gagged. At first the torturers couldn’t keep their hands off of Aaron’s superbly beautiful bare feet. They tickled and tickled and Aaron shrieked and squealed with laughter. Nick’s bare soles were tickled again and both boys were laughing hysterically and begging for the tickling to stop. In between his laughing Nick cried: “Stop! Stop, I did what you asked now please stop tickling my bare feet.” It wasn’t long before Aaron was stretching on the rack and moaning in agony, his beautiful nakedness on full display! Nick could see and hear his brother screaming, but couldn’t do anything because he was still attached to the table. As Aaron continued to groan and gasp in pain, Nick was transferred to another rack and his screams of agony were soon joining Aaron’s as the beautiful naked bodies of both boys were stretched out before the torturers. The agonized screams of both boys echoed through the torture chamber as their torment continued. Wires with electricity surging through them were touched to the soles of the boy’s feet and soon there were deafening screams in the chamber as the shocks caused the boy’s muscles to tighten bringing on even more jerking and stretching pain from the rack.

After the boys were racked for a while, they were removed from those instruments of torture and were each spread-eagled on tables next to one another. They were both so exhausted from stretching and groaning that they didn’t even ask what was happening. As they both lay on the tables, they soon fell asleep with the relief of not being stretched and in constant agony. That didn’t last long, for soon they both felt clips being attached to their dicks and balls. They couldn’t see what was going on, but they did feel the clamps and wondered what was to come next. It wasn’t long before they both found out. At the same time a jolt of electricity was sent through wires attached to the clamps and both boys arched their backs and yelled. The director nodded and the assistants increased the voltage being sent through the wires. This time both brothers screamed loud and long as their dicks and balls were shocked. Their backs were arched and, with their heels and shoulders against the table, they bounced and shook with the electricity causing their dicks to flop about as they screamed.

“This is nice,” said one of the assistants. “I always wanted to hear both brothers sing together.”

“Yes,” said the director, “Let’s make them sing longer and louder!” With that the voltage was increased again and both boys were screaming and screaming, and the shocking was kept up until they both fainted with the pain.

Since it was getting on to morning, the boy’s feet were played with for a little while and then both were dressed while they were still unconscious, and gagged and hooded again. By this time they had come to and were led out to the edge of town. The director then made a point of saying: “It’s a good thing we broke in that door and got into the torture museum so we could have our fun.” At that point the brothers were released, still hooded and gagged with their hands bound behind their backs. While they struggled to escape, the director and his assistants went back to the museum and made the back entrance look as if it had been broken into. In that way they could say there had been a break-in and they knew nothing about the torture museum actually being used for the torture of Nick and Aaron.

When the brothers managed to get themselves untied and back to their hotels, they could tell about their ordeal, but nothing could be pinned on the director or his assistants.

The slaveboy is forced to sexually service his sadistic uncle’s visitor (including worshiping his feet) whose identity comes as a shocking surprise.
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