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Voyage of Submission – Chapter 2
by EdRubber
Series: Voyage of Submission

Now then he said, “You will be absolutely free to do whatever you wish when not on duty on the bridge, and when I need you as my personal sex slave, at times which you will do as I command without question or any talking. I have to admit that in the short time that I know you I became in love with you and now you are mine to love, fuck you mouth and your ass whenever I have the need to.”

He sat in a lounge chair against the back wall and told me to sit on his lap. I had not said a word up to now and when I was about to say it he interrupted and told me not to open my mouth unless ordered until my training period was over. For now sit on my lap as ordered and listen. I obeyed and as I sat I felt his hard on pushing against my rubber covered ass.

“Jack is going to prepare you by giving you several enemas in a special cabin I just had installed because of you then he is going to start dilating your sphincter so that when I fuck you will feel nothing but pleasure and orgasms. And I don’t want to have to be interrupted because of your pain. So get going and I will be taking you in my cabin sometime tomorrow. So remember all other times as we work and relax together, we are the best of friends. Only at sex time you will submit as I tell you and need you understand?”

I answered “Yes Sir.”

He handed me a rubber head cover that left only my eyes and nose open and told me to keep it on until the sessions with Jack were over and he left the room. As I followed Jack my mind was in complete disarray. There was no other way to look at my situation. I was now a slave to perform as a woman maybe more so, and no longer would have the possibility of having a normal male life. What good was all the luxury if it only served to enslave me?

Jack opened a door that was locked since I came aboard and inside was a room filled with a contraption in the center like a rubber padded table, with a hole in the center for my belly and another for my face. Next to the table was a metal stand with a large rubber enema bag at least 3 gallons in volume and a toilet next to it. I decided that I had no choice but submit out in the middle of the ocean but at the first port we came to I was deserting ship and going back home. With the sale of all my stuff, my car and my savings I had $34.000.00 in the bank; enough to start again and maybe get therapy to become normal again and overcome my premature ejaculation and the effects of what this experience where going to be.

Jack laid me down on the table and gave me about 5 large enemas. When he finished I took a nice long shower after which Jack took me to another cabin completely covered in rubber walls ceiling and soft padded flooring with a rubber bed in the center with a pillow lump in the middle and sleeves for arms and legs. I was laid in the center doggy style, my arms and legs were shoved inside the sleeves, after which I heard a switch sound and the sleeves inflated tying me to the bed in a vulnerable position with my ass in the air ready for the taking.

Jack went out and returned within a few minutes with a rubber gag which he stuffed in my mouth and tied around my head then inflated to almost dislocating my jaw. Then he lubricated a dildo about half inch in diameter and 7 inches long which had straps, a rubber tubing and a inflating rubber bulb. He opened my ass cheeks and placed the tip of the dildo against my anus.Even though I knew this was going to hurt and it was unnatural I have to confess that the menacing tip now pressuring against my entrance was making me tremble with anticipation and excitement. After some manipulating and movement around a bit the tip went in with a lot of pain. He stopped and waited for a while until the pain was plausible then shoved the rest all the way in and strapped it in place to avoid me pushing it out. He deflated the sleeves holding my arms only to cuff my wrists to the top of the table. He then deflated the pillow under my belly and likewise cuffed my ankles to the corners of the table then left closed the door and I was left alone in the darkness tied to the table with the dildo in my ass which now was no longer hurting but was giving me a heck of a hard on.

I eventually fell asleep waking up with Jack coming in and pumping up the dildo to a larger diameter. It was a little painful for a short period of time after which I fell asleep again. During the night or day, I could not tell, he came again and inflated to a much larger diameter. Unfortunately I was beginning to enjoy and get off having that large thing inside my ass and being dressed in rubber as I was. Every movement I made felt like many fingers were massaging my body. Being tied to that table in that fashion, even though sexually exiting, was against my principles and demeanor. Part of me wanted and enjoyed the fulfillment of my fantasies but, but the other side was ashamed and afraid of this transition that might be irreversible. I made up my mind that as soon I was freed again and had a chance to speak freely with Bill, I was going to tell him that I’ve decided to terminate our agreement of employment and would be leaving at the first port of call.

While I was deep in thought, Jack deflated the dildo inside my rear and removed it, and released me from the table. I was dressed in my rubber outfit with a funny empty feeling in my rear having to walk slow and carefully, not knowing how this enlargement compromised my physical control of my sphincter muscle.

I found Bill sitting on a deck lounger outside having a drink. As soon as he saw me he broke into a smile and indicated for me to sit next to him and offered me a drink in his old usual manner. I politely declined, and said, “Bill we have to have a very honest heart to heart talk.”

Changing expression he replied, “What about?”

I continued, “I had a lot of time last night to think while incarcerated below, and decided that when we come to the next port of call, I am leaving the ship and going back to my life and I ask you that until then I be left on my own without being subjected to any sexual pursuits. I really enjoyed our friendship putting outside the sex, and wherever I will be, I hope that when on land you come visit.”

He changed his expression completely, picked up his tablet and pressed something on it then said, “I was hoping you would have preferred to make your transition easy without having to be forcefully indoctrinated. I offered you a good free life except for times when playing sex games but I want you to understand, you are now my property. You do not make decisions. You will never leave me unless I decide that I don’t want you anymore.”

As he was speaking Jack holding several items in his hands, and the cook, which I had not seen until now (a large athletic type) came to us and stood waiting for orders. Bill continued, “I can no longer trust you so you will be on slave strict training from now on. You will be fitted with a head piece of a new technology I manufacture, which controls the part of your brain that commands all body motion. All I will have to do is tap a letter in my control and you will be completely paralyzed until I press another command that will able your commands again. You will be in rubber from head to toe from now on all the time except when you sleep, which will be in the rubber closet and there you will be naked to oxygenate your skin. Every time you disobey an order or infringe the rules I give you, you will be punished in the presence of the entire crew.”

The cook grabbed me from the lounger as if I was made of feathers. He turned me and held me from behind with my arms firmly held in place to my sides while Jack placed a gadget that had a very small rubber round button connected to another one just like it by a very thin steel wire. The buttons where fitted on my mastoid bone just behind the ear. Once they were in place, Jack squeezed a tight rubber hood over my head with holes at the mouth, nose and eyes. The cook let go of me and I was stunned, standing there not sure of what to do or say. I was definitely not running away being that we were out at sea. I started to walk away thinking of going below to assess what would be the best strategy but I went down to the deck like a sack of potatoes.

“You were not dismissed or given any order, now since you are clean inside and been dilated, the boys are going to take you below and I am going to come down and fuck you nice and hard. Then you will be brought back up here for punishment because of your insolence.”

The cook picked me up and carried me below to Bill’s cabin which was built for his sexual fetishes and pursuits. He just dumped me on the rubber bed and left. I was alone but completely paralyzed, could not move a finger, could not talk and even started dribbling saliva. Thank god I was able to blink my eyes. After a while Bill came in and stripped off the rubber cover over his groin exposing a large 8 inch dick with large balls under it. It was semi-erected. He moved me over a rubber pillow like belly down with my ass up and vulnerable, cuffed my wrists to the sides of the top of the bed and then likewise with my ankles. At this point he got his tablet and pressed his finger on a digit, and all my feelings and movements returned. I was able to slightly move my limbs although I was not going anywhere.

As Bill was playing with his now hard tool, placing a condom on it and lubricating it he said, “This time You will be fucked tied but, next time I am going to order you to come to me and press your ass on my dick, or I will order you to lay there with your ass ready or I will order you to take my dick in you mouth and suck until I cum. I was going to be the only one to ever use you but, during you training period, you will service all of us on this vessel whenever given the order and you will do it without questioning or hesitation.”

He mounted me and I felt the pressure of his gargantuan organ against my anus that with all the dilation was not prepared for this monster. It was not going in, too big and suddenly, the pain was immense. He stopped and did not move for a while as I squirmed and recovered from the pain which eventually I did. Then he started to push in until I felt his balls hitting my ass. He was totally inside now and as his member was pressuring against my prostate, I was in sexual pinnacle. The feeling was ecstatic and sensational. All my fantasies come true but a lot more. I was coming inside in waves that just would keep going on and on and on. I never could have imagined that a person could feel so much pleasure with sex. He started pumping and all that incredible pleasure doubled. Every time he pulled back out a few inches, I instinctively clenched my ass muscles to prevent him from exiting and terminating this fantastic feeling. After 15 or 20 minutes, he got larger inside me and started to bang hard and fast eventually stopping and just laying on top of me breathing hard.

I felt him getting soft inside me and he pulled it out of my hole with a plop. He was lying next to me resting and I was glad that my arms were restricted, otherwise I would have done something stupid like hugging him or even worse, kiss him. I was emotionally totally destroyed. With all my principals and instincts shattered, I was considering the eventuality of becoming a dedicated sexual bitch for the rest of my life. My best option at the moment was just to let a little time pass and the fevers of the moment subside before manifesting any opinion.

Eventually Bill got up, picked up the intercom phone and said, “Come down here and take him on deck for his whipping. On deck I was cuffed to a metal post with my rubber shorts lowered to my ankles. Bill was in front of me holding a menacing rubber handle with a bunch of rubber strands sprouting from it, but before starting the punishment he said to the crew, “I have decided that he will be available to all of us for sexual pleasure with the exception of his ass. His ass is going to be only mine. Whenever you guys want to get a blow job, make him do it but never his ass, clear?”

They all moaned yes. I was now confronted with this whipping that could be very painful, but also the fact that I never had a dick in my mouth. I had no idea of how to give someone a blow job. Bill disappeared behind me and I heard the whistling of the whip and it took a few seconds before the tremendous pain reached my brain. Being gagged all I could do was loudly UUUUMMMPHHH OHHH UMMM. But another followed and another. I was crying and wwwummmfing all over the place when Bill said, “And last one, twelve.”

One of them raised my shorts back over my red hot ass and released me from the post. As I was able to turn and see them all standing there. I noticed that all of them had a hard-on showing through their rubber shorts. Jack grabbed me by the arm and shoved me towards the gang way.

Back in the enema cabin, he locked me in for a few minutes then came back in with a rubber outfit folded in his arms. He ordered me to take my shorts and T-shirt off. After I complied, I was about to go to the hood when he stopped me and said NO. He shoved me out of the enema cabin into the shower and closed the door. I took a nice long shower letting the water run for a while over my red sore ass. He finally opened the shower door and told me to dry myself then pushed me back in the enema room where he used baby powder all over my body then helped me into a full rubber cat suit with gloves and feet attached and a opening in the area of my ass hole. He deflated my gag and ordered to get to my knees then said, “Get a condom from that compartment and roll it over my dick.”

I obeyed and he said “Now open your mouth and suck my dick. Remember no teeth. If you should bite anyone of us, we will throw you overboard whether the boss like’s or not.”

I opened my mouth and took a dick in it for the first time in my life. At first I played with my tongue over the head and then started moving my head up and down on it until it came to the back of my throat and I started gagging. He pulled back a little and commented, “You will learn to swallow dick.”

He continued the in and out motion until finally he started jerking and cumming in the condom. This experience was sexually pleasant but nothing close to the anal one.

I was led back upstairs and being the new toy on board, was forced to give everybody a blow job including a second for Jack. Night came I was taken back to Bill’s cabin and vigorously fucked again and it was even better than the first time. Afterwards I was taken by Jack back to the enema room where he helped me out of all of the rubber including the head hood and the brain controller . He walked me down the hallway and made me stop in front of a plain wall, where he tapped his pad and a hidden door opened showing a small area of 7 feet by 4 feet totally rubberized with the bottom being a rubber air mattress. On top on the right corner it had a very small dim light and air vents in the back and front of the ceiling. I was pushed in and the door closed. I tried to finally say something just to get my vocal cords going again and noticed that my voice was muffled indicating that this room was sound proof. After a good night sleep, I was taken back to the enema room and it all started again.

When we hit our first port, I was placed in the night room before we came close to land and was only let out after we were back out at sea. Once in a while, I was taken on deck and placed bent over a padded bench, then wile Bill fucked my ass, I would have to suck one of their dicks and masturbate the other two with my free hands.
With time life for me became a lot more relaxed, I was allowed to wear the rubber shorts and t-shirt again and walk freely but I continued to provide dick relief to the crew, although a lot less frequently. And of course 4 times a week, I am vigorously and happily fucked by Bill. That is my function as a crew member.

THE END.

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Arrogant Bank CEO Tied, Tickled and Milked
By Richard

Arrogant attorney Edward “Eddie” Harrison, Esq. had re-invented himself once again. After having some run-ins with the State Bar over loan modification scams, tall, dark and handsome attorney Eddie had been reinstated to the bar, only to switch to a new, even more lucrative line of endeavor, not that it took much effort on his own part.

He relocated to Las Vegas where he decided to open his own bank. Eddie learned that the people who call the shots at banks, even failing banks, can really rake in the moola. Eddie and his fellow cronies opened banks in Nevada and Arizona using investors, creditors and depositors’ money to feather their own nests, driving the erstwhile respectable institutions off a financial cliff, but making sure to grab plenty of goodies for themselves before the inevitable total disaster struck.

As President and CEO of the banks, darkly handsome 35-year-old Eddie Harrison, Esq. assured the media just months ago that the rumors that his banks were failing were completely false, looking the television interviewer in the eye and telling him that while his banks had taken some hits, this was entirely due to the state of the economy, but that there was no danger the bank would fail, even as the interviewer pointed to millions of dollars in outstanding loans that appeared to be lost causes. No worries, the impeccably Zegna-suited Eddie told the interviewer, a broadly smiling Eddie assuring him that things would bounce back soon enough. Off camera, self-important Eddie reminded the interviewer in a less-than-subtle warning that a news story about a bank in trouble could cause a run on said bank, and that would be what one might call an actionable event. Translation: The interviewer could have his ass sued if he breathed a word about any potential bank failure.

Two months later, the banks were taken over by the state to keep them from collapsing altogether. It turns out the banks’ officials including Eddie had other reasons to be smiling. Even as their once-thriving enterprise was being flushed down the toilet, the arrogant honchos could rightfully be said to be laughing all the way to the, uh, bank. Harrison’s total compensation for each of the years the banks were in existence was way more than $1 million annually. All the big shots at the banks had no trouble paying their bills or funding their extravagant lifestyles, even though the bank itself took a major nosedive. Investors in the banks were known to be furious, especially since Harrison and his honchos had repeatedly looked them in the eye and told them everything was fine and dandy.

Knowing there were furious investors out there who wanted revenge for his wrongdoing at their expense, and to sue his ass if not strangle him with their bare hands, Eddie was content to lay low for a while, safe behind the gates of his fortress-like Las Vegas mansion (purchased outright long ago with investor funds) which itself lay in the midst of an ultra-secure, gate-guarded enclave of equally lavish estates. Eddie further had live-in armed security guards patrol the grounds, putting them up in guest houses surrounding the mansion itself.

Eddie further insulated himself from detection by owning the mansion in the name of a trust that did not bear his true name, instead being dubbed the “Paragon Trust” under whose name Eddie also stashed a lot of his ill-gotten money both locally and “offshore,” so that investors looking for him were thrown off the track and were unable to easily find him or serve him with legal papers, or, even if they obtained a judgment, it would be worthless.

Using the same alias, Eddie diverted all his mail to a discreet private post office box in an obscure Las Vegas mini mall in a less-than-desirable part of town, where he would go weekly to pick up his mail and packages. Eddie wisely reasoned that none of the well-heeled investors frequented that part of town, so he was safe to pick up his own mail there without likely ever being noticed, the penny-wise, pound-foolish Eddie further reasoning that there was no need to pay one of his security guards extra just to accompany him to pick up his own fucking mail. Besides, Eddie didn’t really want any of his security guards knowing too much about his private business that might be revealed by his mail, which in addition to revealing his unsavory business dealings, occasionally included letters/demands for money from one or the other of the high-end call girls Eddie had grown accustomed to frequenting when his “trophy wife” was not putting out, or when she was refusing to perform certain acts on him, since that could lead to blackmail opportunities on the part of his guards. Eddie needn’t actually have worried about the blackmail over his sexual shenanigans at least, since his “trophy wife” knew all about Eddie’s indiscretions and didn’t give a shit as long as Eddie kept her in the style to which she had become accustomed, but Eddie did not know that she knew.

Thus, Eddie was now on his way on his weekly trip to the private post office box, taking a circuitous route in a different rental economy car each week just in case, Eddie reasoning that taking one of his Bentleys, Ferraris, or Aston Martins might draw too much attention. Eddie cursed his little white Corolla’s lack of power and poorly functioning air conditioner in the Las Vegas heat as he madly fiddled with the cheap little controls, since Eddie had just come from a clandestine business meeting with some of the other former officers of the banks to strategize against a rumored criminal investigation of them and was beginning to sweat a bit in his form-fitting Zegna suit and tie. To top it off the damn mini mall parking lot was uncharacteristically nearly full, Eddie finally managing to snag a spot around the back, off an alley.

Eddie strode over to the post office box facility, inserted his key and emptied his private post office box. As a mildly sweating Eddie turned the corner to return to his cheap rental car, all suddenly went obscured (if not totally dark) as a startled Eddie realized some asshole had pulled a burlap sack over his darkly handsome head and had drawn the drawstrings around his neck, disorienting him. Eddie tried to yell but his cries were muffled by the burlap sack. Eddie was then shoved along the alley and bodily lifted into the back of a waiting van as Eddie loudly cursed and threatened to kill his unseen attackers, whereupon he felt some other asshole tying some rope around his Zegna-suited ankles while attacker number one likewise tied his wrists together behind his back as well.

Eddie continued to curse and demand that his suit-and-tie-clad kidnappers release him, thrashing around in the heat to no avail. Eddie was pissed off all the more because his attackers ignored him completely and he was left to bounce along in the back of the van like a sack of fucking potatoes, hurling impotent threats to cut off their dicks for this, etc.

The van bounced along for several more minutes like this, apparently driven by attacker number three, until it drove right into the remote-controlled garage doors of an obscure warehouse on the edge of town, the disoriented Eddie having no idea exactly where he was. Eddie heard the van’s engine being turned off, then the van’s rear doors were again opened and a cursing Eddie was again bodily dragged from the van whereupon he was unceremoniously plopped onto some sort of elevated table thing. Eddie’s hands were temporarily freed, but the three strong attackers easily restrained Eddie while they removed Eddie’s Zegna suit coat and then stretched his designer-shirted torso outwards whereupon both of Eddie’s wrists were placed into some sort of leather cuffs stretched way behind Eddie’s still-burlap-sacked-covered head, Eddie’s sweating having already caused the expensive fabric of the armpit area of his designer shirt to begin to bear traces of Eddie’s masculine sweat. Soon the ropes at his ankles were also temporarily removed only for Eddie’s Zegna-suited muscular legs to be outstretched, his ankles now similarly placed into leather cuffs at the bottom of the table contraption, his equally sweaty but highly polished size-12 Bally shoes splayed wide at the bottom of the table.

Unbeknownst to the unseeing Eddie, Eddie in fact lay upon a leather-padded “X”-shaped table in the center of the warehouse, brightly lit from overhead, stretched out in “X” fashion, the table literally being in the shape of an “X” with the table indented/cut out at the top and bottom so that a person could easily walk into the “well” area formed at the top and bottom of the table to gain complete access to the victim affixed to it. As further yet unknown to Eddie, both the top and lower portions of the “X” shaped table could be hydraulically lifted high in the air if desired by his abductors to suit their purposes and to make access to all of the most intimate parts of their victim all the easier and more devastating. The trio of captors further had set up multiple video cameras to capture every second of Eddie’s coming ordeal.

Ever the master of subtlety and refinement, Eddie initially assumed that these were some sort of amateur crooks and immediately demanded “What the fuck is going on?? What the fuck do you fuckin’ goons want from me? Who the fuck are you??? I don’t have much money, but you can have the Rolex. Just let me the fuck go!!!!”

“ Oh, we’re nobody special to you, Eddie. Just three of your many investors who got burned when your bank went under is all,” replied Attacker No. 1. “And to think that we trusted you when you repeatedly assured us that all was well and that we should continue to individually invest our hard-earned money as well as that money that we advised our favorite charities to invest in your banks, only to lose it all while you left in your golden parachute funded by all of us. We want our money back is all… If we don’t get it we’ll try to make you pay one way or the other….”

“What the fuck? You know me- you know my name!! You fuckers deliberately targeted me!! Look, it’s not true! I’m practically broke! My wife spent all the money! I swear!! The bitch has expensive tastes! I don’t have your money, you guys gotta believe me! You got me fuckin’ tied up! You gonna kill me? Don’t fuckin’ hurt me- you think I would lie when you got me here like this??” pleaded Eddie, slimeballish as always.

“Yeah we know you, Eddie, only too well. It was kind of stupid of you to list your post office address with the State Bar. It’s on their website you dumb fuck. And we not only THINK you’d lie, Eddie. We KNOW you lie, you lying cheating scumbag! We know you have money here in town, we know all about Paragon, we know all about the offshore accounts. We know you have access Eddie, and you’re gonna pay us all back every cent or live to regret it!” replied Jason, the spokesman for Eddie’s attackers.

“What the fuck? Er, no, really, I SWEAR to you I’m down to my last dime, man! Look, maybe I could raise like ten grand, but that is IT! I don’t have any more than that! Really!” pleaded Eddie.

“Ten grand’s not gonna cut it, Eddie. We each lost over $500,000, our life savings. Not to mention we were instrumental in advising the Human Rights Campaign and others to invest in your banks and they lost beaucoup bucks too.”

“Human Rights Campaign? But wait, that’s that one my buddies and I had a REAL laugh over. Nearly pissed ourselves laughing. That’s some fuckin’ fag charity- we got a shitload of money from ‘em. But, who cares? Just a bunch of rich fags who won’t miss it a bit, right? That’s what I said to my buddy Chad when… wait a sec… you said YOU advised those guys to invest? You mean, oh FUCK-NO, you don’t mean to say that all of you are, er…..”

‘Are, er, GAY? Yep we are. And if you don’t pay up we’ll make you pay in other ways. All three of us can’t help but notice what a stud you are- darkly handsome, hairy, sexy, and now all ours to enjoy…” crowed Jason, to Eddie’s horror.

“Oh FUCK-NO!!!!! No way!! That’s fuckin’ sick! Don’t lay a fuckin’ fag finger on me you sick homos! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” fumed Eddie, ever the diplomat.

Jason’s reply was to silently walk over to where Eddie lay bound, startling him when he said inches away from Eddie’s left ear “Aw, Eddie you’re even cuter when you’re mad. Look, you’re getting all sweaty and hot and bothered just at the thought of being touched by us! See, your pits are getting all wet with sweat, Eddie..” as Jason lightly touched the thin, damp Egyptian cotton fabric of Eddie’s left armpit in a tickling motion, whereupon Eddie, shocked, screeched “Cut that the fuck out! You sick fag!” followed by a little giggle he could not suppress at the tickling sensation on his outstretched ticklish armpit, protected only by the thin, damp Egyptian cotton fabric of his expensive designer shirt, as Eddie squirmed uncomfortably as he tested his tight bondage, finding it disconcertingly unyielding despite the best efforts of Eddie’s powerfully gym-toned muscularity.

The two other suit-and-tie-clad investors who had Eddie at their mercy, Alex and Dan, smiled sadistically as Jason proceeded to grab the expensive fabric of the left armpit of Eddie’s designer shirt in two places and forcefully pull it apart causing a loud “RIPPPPP!!” sound as the expensive fabric gave way, suddenly exposing the depths of Eddie’s hairy, sweaty left armpit to his captors’ eager gaze. “Woo-hoo Eddie-baby, your hairy pit is steaming hot- woo smells like that expensive cologne and deodorant are being overpowered by plain ole mansweat, dude!” exclaimed Jason, to the cackles of all assembled as they laughed and pointed at the hapless Eddie as Jason proceeded to lean and loudly sniff and tongue Eddie’s exposed pit, as Eddie futilely squirmed in his bondage in a failed attempt to keep his exposed pit away from molestation by Jason or anyone else. Jason then lightly tickled Eddie’s hairy pit with one finger, tugging hard on the tufts of lush dark hair that grew under Eddie’s gym toned arms and biceps. The still-unseeing Eddie found the unexpected and unwanted contact unnerving, the surprise attack causing him to squeal and curse as his sweat-slick manly pit was alternately tickled and his abundant pit hairs yanked on, Eddie unable to suppress various giggles from the tickling and shrieks at the pit hair pulling.

Worse, Alex suddenly proceeded to forcefully rip the expensive, sweat-soaked fabric covering Eddie’s right armpit and then joined Jason in tickling, sniffing, licking, and pulling the hairs of Eddie’s right armpit doubling the bound banking executive’s dilemma and causing Eddie to pull and squirm in his bonds all the more to no avail, as he alternately giggled and shrieked at the outrageous abuse of his manly body, all the more freaked out knowing his captors were all gay and had the hots for his hunky, hairy body as they toyed with it will to Eddie’s utter disgust and revulsion.

It was one thing for chicks to dig his hairy, masculine body (I mean, who the fuck could blame them? thought Eddie), Eddie being particularly proud of his dark, manly body hair and his sexy thick dark eyebrows- no fucking “trimming” or “man-scaping” for straight-arrow, all-man’s man, Eddie, no way, and it was one thing for chicks to get off on his money and power, Eddie could not get enough of that and small wonder since he fuckin’ knew he was one hunk of all man, but it was quite another thing to be openly ogled and felt up by a trio of “fuckin’ homos” and not a damn thing he could do about it! If this shit kept up Eddie realized he just might have to return some small portion of the money he stole in order to buy his release, but damned if he would pay these pansy assholes their money back in full- no way! Anyway they wouldn’t dare go much further with this shit, would they?

Conceited Eddie was sure he could outfox this trio of stupid homos any day- they just didn’t know the wily mastermind they were dealing with- Eddie would find a way out, plus he would make these faggot assholes pay- Eddie knew a few hit men who would be up to the task mused Eddie as he continued to thrash, shriek and giggle at the abuse of his manly pits. So far, these morons had only ruined his expensive shirt and molested his fuckin’ hairy pits- they wouldn’t dare do much more Eddie figured, Eddie gathering from their having had a lot of money that they were likely suit-and-tie professionals like Eddie so they most likely had too much to lose if they went too far. Naw, they were just fuckin’ with his head thinking he’d cave and pay them back all their fuckin’ homo money, but there was no way in hell that would ever happen!

Eddie became a bit more concerned, however, when he felt Jason tugging on his expensive silk necktie, loosening it and then removing it altogether and unbuttoning Eddie’s shirt collar. Eddie was a bit thankful for this at first because between his slight fear at what lay in store for him and the heat of the stifling Las Vegas warehouse he was breaking a real sweat and the loosened collar allowed him a bit more air. But Eddie was shocked when Jason suddenly grabbed two halves of Eddie’s form-fitting designer dress shirt and forcefully ripped them apart, sending all the buttons of Eddie’s designer shirt flying as Eddie’s hairy, suntanned and sweat-glistening chest was suddenly exposed, his gym-toned chest heaving at the outrage of it all.

As Eddie howled at the outrageous destruction of his expensive dress shirt, Dan suddenly removed the burlap sack that had prevented Eddie from seeing his captors, surprising Eddie that they would allow him to see their faces. Eddie made a point of memorizing their faces and builds, the better to get revenge on them later. Eddie was disconcerted to note that each was in primo physical shape, sharply dressed in well-tailored expensive suits that hugged their gym-toned bodies, expensive silk neckties to boot.

Eddie further howled when Jason proceeded to use a pair of sharp scissors to cut away what was left of Eddie’s dress shirt, snipping up the remnants of the sleeves to the cuffs and ripping the entire back of the shirt before yanking it out from under Eddie’s hunky hairy torso, leaving Eddie now stark naked from the waist up.

While Alex and Dan then proceeded to pinch and tweak and tickle Eddie’s hair-haloed nips, Jason ran his own fingers down Eddie’s sides and washboard abdominals, causing Eddie to again shriek, giggle and squirm wildly in his bonds.

Worse, Dan had proceeded to fuckin’ LICK! (what the fuck?) Eddie’s hair-haloed nips to erect peaks lavishing his experienced taster around and around their bound, squirming captive’s sensitive nubs in concentric circles with his warm spit, causing Eddie to emit a few muted moans of lust as his sensitive man-nips rose to attention against his will, while he and Alex both scrabbled their tickling fingers into the sweat-drenched depths of each of Eddie’s helplessly exposed, hairy pits as well, as Eddie howled with uncontrollable laughter, high-pitched squeals and giggles and squirmed helplessly in his bonds.

Further complicating Eddie’s dilemma, Alex was also using a tiny artist paintbrush with sadistic glee to tickle around and into each of Eddie’s sensitive ears and earlobes, over his sweaty forehead, sexy eyebrows and down the length of his manly nose, and all over his face and sensual lips, driving Eddie wild with the surprisingly maddening, ticklish sensations.

Meanwhile, Jason was now slowly removing each of Eddie’s highly-polished Bally dress shoes from each of his bound feet, making a business of sniffing them as well as the thin, sweaty calf-length executive dress socks, and going “whew, Eddie-baby, your dawgs stink to high heaven, but in a good way!” as Jason sniffed Eddie’s sweaty feet and eagerly shoved his nose over his soles and over his squirming sweaty toes as Dan and Alex laughed and howled while simultaneously continuing to torment Eddie’s nips, pits and tickle his face, ears and nose as Eddie howled in hysterical laughter, moans, squeals, and demand for it all to “STOPPPPP!!! I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU FOR THIS!!!!!” to no avail.

While Jason sniffed, licked and sucked Eddie’s sock-clad feet and toes, he also boldly reached up to Eddie’s elegantly suit-panted crotch and began erotically rubbing Eddie’s helpless crotch which Jason announced to a cackling and hooting Dan and Alex that their captive was already half-hard in there from all the tickling and abuse, but there wasn’t a damned thing Eddie could do about it, as Jason continued to massage his suit-panted cock and balls with only the think expensive wool of his pants and the thin cotton of his white cotton Calvin Klein boxer briefs underneath to prevent Jason from making direct contact with the sensitive skin of Eddie’s proud genitals.

While still rubbing Eddie’s crotch and while Alex and Dan continued to tickle torment Eddie up above, Jason slowly removed each of Eddie’s sweat-soaked executive dress socks with his teeth and proceeded to sniff, lick and suck on Eddie’s bare pink soles and each of his squirming toes while alternately using his spare hand to tickle them furiously causing Eddie to shriek, howl, squirm and secream “AIEEEEEEEE!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!! STOPPPPP!!! NOT MY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FEEEEEET!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” as Eddie furiously thrashed in his bonds and laughed his head off as he was simultaneously expertly tickle-tortured all over by his out-for-revenge captors.

After several nonstop minutes of this, at a signal from Jason, all the tickling stopped and the trio stepped back and congregated at the foot of the X-shaped tickle table.

A relieved, panting Eddie assumed that his tormentors had finally come to their senses and were going to stop this tickling shit, and hopeful that the bulge of his still-slightly-aroused-against-his-will privates was not visible under his expensive Zegna suit pants and tight underwear. What an asshole their leader was to have had the fuckin’ balls to actually feel him up like that! “OK, OK, you guys have had your fuckin’ perverted ‘fun’ with me but at last you’ve come to your senses. Like I said look, maybe I could raise like ten grand, but that is IT! I don’t have any more than that! Really!” pleaded Eddie. “So just let me the fuck go! I’ll pay you the 10 grand! Easy money for you morons! Just let me out of this fuckin’ contraption!”

“ You know, Eddie, you are such a fuckin’ asshole! We all know you stole our money and still have it and tons more. No, we’re not gonna let you go, we’re gonna expose what an asshole you are! For the entire world to see and laugh at!” crowed Jason as Dan and Alex laughed heartily as well.

“What the fuck does that mean, you faggot scum? “I’ll fuckin’ kill you and sue your fuckin’ pansy asses for defamation if you try any shit like that! I’m an honest legitimate businessman is all! I’m no asshole!”

No, Eddie, YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE!” crowed Jason as he suddenly approached the crotch portion of Eddie’s bound body and with his two strong hands suddenly and expertly grabbed two sides of the seam of the seat of Eddie’s expensive suit pants and with a mighty “RRRRRRIPPPPPPPPP!!!!!” sound, a small portion of the seat of Eddie’s expensive suit pants ripped open, exposing about an inch or two of the white cotton seat of the thin material of Eddie’s clinging, sweaty white Calvin boxer briefs underneath, the thin cotton being the only fabric that still concealed Eddie’s sacrosanct, virgin asshole.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!!???? YOU FUCKIN’ PERVE! THOSE ARE ZEGNA SUIT PANTS!! THEY’RE RUINED, YOU ASSHOLE!!! NOW STOP THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW BEFORE IT GOES ANY FURTHER!!! I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU ALL WITH MY BARE HANDS FOR THIS!!!!!” fumed Eddie, furious and red in the face with anger.

“WE’RE JUST GONNA EXPOSE WHAT AN ASSHOLE YOU ARE FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE!” repeated Jason as he proceed to now suddenly rip just an inch or so of the seat of Eddie’s exposed white Calvin boxer briefs that still concealed their captive’s most private and heavily guarded orifice, his hair-haloed, sweaty little virgin asshole now totally and embarrassingly exposed, winking obscenely out from the ruined seat area of his expensive suit pants and seat area of his tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, which still otherwise concealed all of the lower portion of his body from waist to feet, Eddie feeling a sudden cool draft right over his hair-haloed, virginal orifice, exposed for all the world to see via the recording camera, as his trio of captors roared with laughter and pointed at his exposed, hairy asshole which was relentlessly exposed to the recording camera and the trio’s cellphone videos brought right up for a close-up, despite Eddie’s wild gyrations in an attempt to try to get some of the other fabric of the seat of his expensive-but-ruined suit pants to protect his modesty, all to no avail as the trio guffawed with laughter at Eddie’s forced, humiliating display of his most private and carefully guarded orifice and at their captive’s plight.

As Alex and Dan eagerly watched, Jason proceeded to dip a tiny artist’s paintbrush into a jar of lube the trio had hidden away and then proceeded to apply it ever so gently to the rim of Eddie’s hair-haloed pink rosebud and then proceeded to twirl it in tiny concentric circles from its hair-encircled very outer rim to the very center of Eddie’s butch, virginal orifice, the lube lubricating Eddie’s hole against his will and allowing the damned paintbrush to humiliatingly tickle his most guarded orifice, as Eddie thrashed around trying to avoid the maddening tickling sensation that was also unexpectedly and disconcertingly erotic. Eddie could not believe that his damn shithole had so many fucking nerve endings in and around it, and was scandalized to note that the sadistic evil tickling of his tight, sacrosanct butch hole was causing his manly cunt-rammer still trapped in the confines of the crotch area of his tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs to fill with blood and harden with each erotic contact with his virginal orifice. Eddie emitted an involuntary moan before going “HEYYY STOP THIS SHIT! STAY AWAY FROM MY DAMNED HOLE, YOU FAGGOT SICK-OS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! STOPPPPPPP!!! AWWW SHITTT THAT FUCKIN’ TICKLES! NO STAWWWWWWPPPPP ITTTTT!!!!!!” as Eddie thrashed around to no avail as the trio laughed and pointed at the hotshot asshole’s dilemma.

Just when Eddie thought it could not get any worse, Dan and Alex returned to their stations above where they used other tiny artist paintbrushes dipped in lube on each of Eddie’s sensitive nips in concentric circles also trailing them up into each of Eddie’s helplessly exposed hairy pits while Jason continued to goose his butch hole down below through the obscene gaping hole in the hotshot’s Zegna suit pants and the seat of his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, causing Eddie to thrash even more wildly in his tight bondage to no avail as he alternately moaned, shrieked, cursed and ordered them to “STOPPPP ITTT!! GOD DAMNIT! I’LL CUT OFF YOUR FUCKIN FAGGOT BALLS FOR THIS!!!”

Eddie could only gasp when Jason’s lubed-up tickling paintbrush managed to actually breach his tiny orifice’s tight butch confines, the tiny fronds of the brush beginning to slightly penetrate and essentially paintbrush-fuck Eddie’s tight little hair-haloed hole as Dan and Alex simultaneously tweaked and tickled his sensitive nips and/or hairy pits above, causing Eddie to be unable to suppress a loud sensual moaning groan as his gyrations unwittingly became more of a rearing back against the pleasant sensations emanating through his tight hole, nips and pits as if his body was secretly crying out for MORE of this erotic play which continued to have a stirring effect on his manhood trapped in his tight shorts.

Unfortunately, Jason noticed and sensed Eddie’s unbidden arousal in the confines of his expensive suit pants and began to massage and knead the crotch of Eddie’s expensive suit pants with his other hand while he used his other to paintbrush-tickle and fuck Eddie’s tight hole while Dan and Alex kept up their playful teasing of Eddie’s erect nips and ticklish pits above.

Eddie again was forced to shamelessly moan as he was expertly erotically played with by his trio of out-for-revenge captors, alternately moaning, shrieking and cackling at the tickling sensations as he thrashed in his bonds, as his mercenary cock continued to grow into a throbbing unwanted erection as Jason continued to expertly forcibly masturbate him through his Zegna suit pants and tight, sweaty boxer briefs.

After several minutes of this, Jason finally produced a scissors near Eddie’s bound, bare feet and cut about an inch up from the cuffs of his expensive thin wool Zegna suit pants along the inseams and then one-by-one suddenly ripped up one suit pant inseam of one leg and then the other suddenly exposing the manly, hairy surfaces of Eddie’s bare suntanned muscular legs as they lay bound widespread on the “X”-shaped padded table, until the ripped fabric joined the area already ripped open by Jason at Eddie’s crotch. Jason then proceeded to yank the crotch area of Eddie’s Zegna suit pants straight up towards his exposed washboard abs and yanked the whole useless crotch of his suit pants (with the zipper still zipped!) up to the waistband of the suit pants. Jason then removed Eddie’s alligator belt and gave a quick snip of the scissors to the waistband of the suit pants whereupon he easily yanked and triumphantly tugged the remains of Eddie’s ruined suit pants out from under his ass with a flourish, discarding the useless rags on the floor. Eddie now suddenly found himself clad only in the remains of his tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs with their seat partially ripped open to continue to reveal Eddie’s asshole area. Eddie was totally freaked out that he now lay there practically balls-ass naked, and that the remains of his bulging boxer briefs were all that was left of Eddie’s modesty. This had gone too far!

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!????? WHY’D YA DO THAT?? THOSE WERE FUCKIN’ TOP-OF-THE-LINE ZEGNA SUIT PANTS YOU MORON! YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!!!!!” shouted an indignant Eddie before he was forced to relapse into moans, cackles and shrieks as the trio continued their forced erotic tickle torture of their hapless, hunky victim.

While Alex and Dan continued to erotically tickle Eddie’s exposed, hair-haloed nips, hairy pits and navel with the lube-coated tiny artist paintbrushes above, Eddie was shocked to see Jason crouch down right in the “well” area of the “X”-shaped padded tickle torture table right near Eddie’s bulging crotch which Jason had continued to manipulate through Eddie’s tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Eddie could only gasp as he suddenly felt Jason replace his manipulating hands with his tongue over the sweaty crotch area of Eddie’s tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs while he simultaneously took noisy, giant sniffs and commented on the manly, musky odor emanating from their steamy confines to Eddie’s utter disgust, but Eddie’s traitorous prick only continued to grow and harden obscenely as witnessed by his trio of attackers, Eddie going “NOOOO!!!!! STOPPP THATTT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! THAT’S FUCKIN’ SICK YOU GODDAMNED HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FAGGOT!!!”

“Your big dick seems to know what it likes, asshole!” was Jason’s reply between tongue swipes over Eddie’s engorged and massive sex organ as Eddie’s renowned pride and joy lived up to its potent reputation and threatened to burst right through the thin white sweaty cotton of his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs of its own accord, as Jason continued to stimulate it while kneading Eddie’s baby-making cum-churning balls trapped in the confines of his tight shorts while Alex and Dan continued to tickle and tease the bound Eddie up above at the same time, keeping Eddie’s pert nips rock hard and standing up like little dicks as Eddie was forced to coo and moan uncontrollably as he was erotically played with against his will, his dick jumping in his shorts as an electrical impulse erotically traveled from the tips of his tingling, erect nips right down to his throbbing cunt-rammer down below as Eddie thrashed and squirmed in his tight bondage, humiliated that he was unable to resist the surprisingly erotic ministrations- these damned homos sure knew how to push every damn button on a dude’s hunky body Eddie mused to himself at some level but unable to deny that it felt really, really fuckin’ good. If the idiots kept this up Eddie could sense he would have a massive, ball-shattering orgasm at any moment and if the trio of faggots drowned in his fuckin’ cum blasts so be it and Eddie hoped the queer bastards choked on it!

But such relief was not to be had. Eddie did not realize that the last thing his trio of captors wanted would be for Eddie to blissfully release the huge, pent-up load that had built up in the stud’s hunky body, at least not until he had been repeatedly and frustratingly edged beyond all endurance and was literally begging for release and not even then! It was going to be way too much fun bringing their stud to the brink of a ball-shattering climax, only to back off every time, leaving their accustomed-to-getting-what-he-wants-when-he-wants-it victim deservedly squirming and climbing the walls with erotic tension and abject orgasm deprivation, teaching their “slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am” accustomed-to-getting-his-rocks-off victim a well-deserved lesson.

Then, to Eddie’s abject horror, Jason produced a pair of scissors which he brandished and made snipping noises with as Jason teased his bound victim saying that it was time that Eddie lost the last shred of clothing protecting his modesty, namely his bulging white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

To the amusement of his trio of captors, Jason took his time divesting Eddie of his tight, bulging boxer briefs, using the scissors to slowly snip around the first the right side of the boxer briefs snipping around the seams just below the waistband and along/above the seams that tightly hugged each of Eddie’s suntanned muscular thighs so that the right side of the fabric of the boxer briefs fell away, with Jason doing the same thing on the left side of Eddie’s boxer briefs, so that the left side of the fabric of the boxer briefs fell away leaving Eddie with just his crotch covered at least down to where the asshole area had already been ripped open, Jason teasing Eddie’s rampant prick and balls with the scissor points for good measure. Then in one fall swoop, Jason proceeded to rip the rest of the seat of Eddie’s boxer briefs from the waistband down to near where the seat of his briefs had already been ripped open, so that that fabric was pulled down and under Eddie’s humpy ass. Then Jason began to slowly snip along the top of the waistband of Eddie’s boxer briefs until the crotch area was hanging by a single thread. The trio then just waited until Eddie’s wild gyrations from having his pits, nips and abs tickled above by Dan and Alex managed to make the one last thread give way, whereupon to whoops of laughter by the trio, the crotch area of Eddie’s boxer briefs suddenly fell down of its own accord suddenly humiliatingly revealing Eddie’s profuse pubic bush, rock hard cock and pendulous balls to their view, Eddie’s arousal now plain to see as Eddie writhed in his embarrassing total nudity. Jason then swooped up the remnants of Eddie’s boxer briefs and the trio exchanged and deeply sniffed the odiferous rags bearing their captive stud’s manly, musky essences to Eddie’s horror and loud indignation.

As Eddie continued to vehemently protest, Jason now proceeded to lick, suck, sniff and molest Eddie’s now completely exposed cock and balls, perineum and virgin asshole while Dan and Alex continued to tease, tickle, lick and suck Eddie’s hairy armpits, nips, abs and navel up above as Eddie squirmed, screeched, laughed, and begged them to stop as all of his erogenous zones were simultaneously molested and teased, again leaving him on the brink of a ball-shattering orgasm only to be denied time and again by the skilled Jason.

Then, to Eddie’s further horror, Jason then fiddled with the ankle restraints that had been binding their victim to the padded “X”-shaped tickle torture table whereupon hydraulics suddenly raised Eddie’s hairy, muscular sun-tanned legs high in the air and up closer towards his torso, exposing his defenseless hair-haloed virgin asshole, perineum and upturned balls.

Jason could not resist first spanking the deserving homophobe Eddie’s ass with his own fancy alligator belt until it went from bright pink to flaming hot red as Eddie shrieked in protest going “NOOOOO!!!!! OWWWW!!! STOPPP THATTT!!! FUCK! DAMN! OWW THAT FUCKIN’ STINGS!! NO STOPPPPPP!!!! OWWWWW!!!!” as the trio laughed and pointed at Eddie’s hot flaming deserving ass.

Determined to further freak Eddie out, Jason proceeded to finger the bound victim’s virgin hair-haloed asshole, perineum and upturned balls, whereupon he began teasing Eddie’s virgin hole, perineum and upturned balls with a buzzing electric toothbrush as Eddie jumped and cursed in response while Dan and Alex continued to tease, tickle, lick and suck Eddie’s hairy armpits, nips, abs and navel up above, Jason also making forays with the buzzing toothbrush along the length of Eddie’s throbbing cock, teasing Eddie’s rampant cockhead but not enough to let the bound hotshot get his pent-up rocks off.

To liven things up Jason also pulled on and plucked out the hairs surrounding Eddie’s virgin hole while he continued to toothbrush buzz Eddie’s most intimate parts, as well as plucking out some of the hairs on his butch balls, perineum and hairy asscrack as Eddie howled in pain and outrage all the while squirming and laughing as Dan and Alex continued to tease, tickle, lick and suck Eddie’s hairy armpits, nips, abs and navel up above.

Jason alternated the toothbrush assault with one by a feather duster, expertly tickling the bound victim’s virgin hair-haloed asshole, perineum and upturned balls with the tickling feathers over Eddie’s still-burning-from-spanking upturned humpy ass, while Dan and Alex continued to tease, tickle, lick and suck Eddie’s hairy armpits, nips, abs and navel up above as Eddie shrieked, squirmed, and generally went apeshit as all of his erogenous zones were simultaneously stimulated against his will.

Eddie could feel the red-hot semen boiling inside him, churning inside his swollen nuts, demanding release through his climax-poised erection, but the necessary tactile sensations just weren’t there. His penis could only throb wetly in mid-air desperately waiting for the release that Jason was being very careful NOT to trigger. The feeling was well beyond the intensity of any sexual tension Eddie had ever experienced before. His cock ached; it burned with desire. He would have done anything … ANYTHING … to convince Jason to wrap his fist tightly around the rigid staff and jerk it to a glorious, mind-numbing orgasm. He would have agreed to any torture Jason could have conceived of in order to cum … but he wasn’t even given that option. So Eddie groaned and grit his perfectly even white teeth, waiting in dread for what would come next.

Jason then set about giving Eddie a vigorous handjob to let the hotshot think he might have a chance of getting his rocks off. Eddie amusingly vigorously thrust his hips up and down as Jason wildly jerked him off, the better to finally get his rocks off. But Jason’s grip on Eddie’s throbbing cock gradually, maddeningly loosened with each stroke until he was barely grazing the poor sex-starved stud’s hungry shaft as it slid slowly in and out of his slackening fist. And then he let it go completely again, leaving the pulsing staff to ache urgently and bob and sway in the air with unsatisfied need like a fucking metronome at full mast. Eddie whimpered in quiet desperation and his body shuddered once more in the sudden, disappointing loss of all genital stimulation. A single tear of frustration trickled down a flushed cheek as the pleasure dissipated completely without affording any release, leaving poor Eddie with only the insistent ache in his cock and cum-deprived, aching blue balls. The enormous load of red-hot cum boiling in Eddie’s cum-filled manly balls was reaching critical mass but lay trapped within hi hunky body. His acutely tantalized penis felt as if it would split in half if he didn’t shoot soon! Every cell in his brain was focused on his leaky cock as it throbbed, hopelessly jutting out into space, denied, all to the trio’s vocal amusement.

Jason knelt down in front of his moaning captive then, and he leaned in close to study Eddie’s trembling erection. It glistened deliciously, silently begging to be touched. Jason delighted in the fact that a single fingertip tickling the underside of the frustrated cocksure stud’s testicles would cause him to gasp and his desperately rigid penis to jerk erratically in the air. Unfortunately for Eddie, Jason and Eddie’s fellow captors found their captive’s uselessly twitching penis endlessly amusing. Over and over again Jason teasingly ran just the tip of his finger up the straining shaft and around the edge of the glans, eliciting a deep, tortured moan from Eddie each time. He forced drop after sticky drop of precum to ooze from the head of Eddie’s frustrated cock, keeping his handsome pleasure victim right at the brink of orgasm without ever letting him shoot his pent-up load, even smearing some precum over Eddie’s handsome lips and forcing him to taste it.

Jason noticed Eddie looking down at him in desperation as he toyed with Eddie’s swollen cock. With a smirk on his face, Jason winked at the helpless hotshot and then parted his lips as he moved his head closer and closer to Eddie’s throbbing erection, maintaining eye-contact with him the whole time.

“Oh yes…do it…do it, please…”, Eddie panted through a haze of erotic torment.

Jason slowly extended his tongue until it’s tip made contact with the quivering tip of Eddie’s penis. He swirled his tongue lightly through the precum there, and then traced it delicately around the super-sensitive ridge of the glans. Eddie’s tormented cock began to twitch even more frantically.

“Oh god … yesssss! .. … OH FUCK, YEAH …c’mon, man … … suck it … PLEASE, suck it!!?”

Jason opened his mouth wide and slowly devoured the entire length of the slick, over-heated erection. He let the warm wetness of his mouth envelop it totally. He opened the back of his throat and let the Eddie’s delicious blood-engorged penis in as far down as it would go. Then he constricted his throat muscles around it, squeezing it until he could tell that it was just about to erupt, then carefully drew the slippery shaft out of his mouth again through the tight circle he’d made of his lips, and then pulled away just before Eddie’s mind-blowing and much-needed climax could be irrevocably triggered.

“AAAAHH AH AH … GOD ….OH GOD, NOOOOO!!!”, Eddie’s face was contorted in a mask of pain and thwarted ecstasy.

“Gosh, Eddie … I am so sorry about that!”, Jason stood up, wiped his lips off on the back off his arm, stared directly into Eddie’s suffering face, and grinned cruelly.

Eddie’s body shuddered continuously now in the grip of Jason’s skillful sexual torture. He groaned loudly in utter frustration. His cock tingled with the nearness of the orgasm that had been dangled before him, just out of his reach; his eyes teared with the hopelessness of his situation. His renowned lady-killer cock was killing him …

“Ready, Eddie?”

Standing directly in front of Eddie’s gorgeous, sweat-slicked, helplessly bound and exposed body, Jason felt a rush of power. The hotshot shivered in dread, every muscle tensed for the attack he waited for. His constricted breathing was shallow and rapid. Jason enjoyed the sublime misery of the moment, and then he dove in with both hands, savagely digging his fingers into Eddie’s lower rib cage on each side. He began ruthlessly squeezing and prodding Eddie’s defenseless sides and Eddie reacted as if a thousand volts of electricity had just coursed through him. He stiffened within the confines of his bondage and howled like a banshee:

“YEOOOOOOOOW!! AAAH HA HA HAAAAA … oh god, OH GOD … OH PLEASE STOP ….. AH HA HA HAAA HEEEEEE … GAH-GAH-GAHA-HA-HAD!!! … have mercy, have mercy … HAVE MERCY … PL-PL-PLEE-HEE-HEEEEZE HEE HEE HEEEE HA HA HAAA!?! NO-NO-NONONO HO HO HA HA HAAAA!!! NO MORE!! NO M-MORE, PLEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEEZE!!?!!”

With a devilish grin, Jason’s response was to pick up a stiff feather and began using it to lightly tickle the desperate stud’s swollen testicles. Each light, fluttery stroke of the feather under his balls caused Eddie’s swollen cum-denied penis to throb harder and more rapidly, and to ache more intensely for its much needed relief. He shuddered and inhaled sharply on each pass of the cruelly tantalizing plume as the damn thing drove him up the wall with the need to cum.

Then Eddie, losing all composure, suddenly let out a loud groan of severe frustration and screamed pitifully at the top of his lungs, ” … OH, PLEEEZE … JUST LET ME CUM! LET ME CUM!!! OH GOD … … YOU HAVE TO LET ME C-CUM, MAN!!! PUH-EEEEEZE?!?!! ““GAAAAHAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Eddie screamed. Eddie wiggled his bare behind frantically and shamelessly in response to the intimate caress of the feather the better to friction his ass against its probing caress. It now swept up and down between the hairy cleft of his buttocks and into his asshole and back again. The feather was driving him fucking NUTS! Eddie’s naked, writhing body was covered with goose bumps and greasy sweat. “EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” he shrieked, his stiff boner swaying and bobbing obscenely with his movements. Meanwhile, Dan and Alex continued to tease, tickle, lick and suck Eddie’s hairy armpits, nips, abs and navel up above as Eddie squirmed, screeched, laughed, and begged them to stop.

Jason manipulated the stiff pointed feather with a skill born of long practice. As he tickled the naked hotshot, Jason could not help but admire the way in which the muscles of Eddie’s legs and ass tensed and trembled. It made him want to sweep the feather just a bit lower. . .

“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” Eddie howled as the feather caressed the unbearably sensitive spot just above his tight, manly butt. He writhed madly, causing his balls to jiggle and bounce between his helplessly spread, wide-open hairy thighs.

“EEEEEEHEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Eddie shrieked.. “BWAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!” he howled.

“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-ho-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” Eddie bellowed. Jason was stroking the backs of his thighs and it was making him crazy!

“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Eddie exclaimed as Jason swept the feather up to again tickle the no-man’s land of Eddie’s puckered backdoor.

“EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” the naked hotshot bank executive honcho shrieked wildly. “OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” he howled. “OH NOT MY FUCKIN’ ASSHO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-HOLE!!!” NOT THERE!!!!!!!!!!! C’MON, MAN, NOOOOOO!!!!! NOT THERE!!!!

Jason continued to probe Eddie’s sensitive hair-lined crevice with his feather. “Jason continued. “Your cock is sticking WAY out, isn’t it, stud? Want me to tickle it?”

“AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA NOOOOOOO!!!” Eddie screamed. The feather was driving him absolutely fucking CRAZY! Electric thrills were shooting up his fucking asshole, straight into his fucking manly nuts! “EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” he howled.

“That’s right, ” Jason whispered. “Just let yourself go. You know you want to. You know you want to CUM. . .”

“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Eddie screeched. He wiggled so hard that the sweat flew from his torso. His nerves were vibrating. His balls were pulsing with erotic urgency. His turgid, tortured tool was sticking up at an acute angle. “PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!!” he squealed. “I’M GOING CRAZEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” At the same time, Dan and Alex continued to tease, tickle, lick and suck Eddie’s hairy armpits, nips, abs and navel up above as Eddie squirmed, screeched, laughed, and begged them to stop.

Jason, meanwhile, was trying to decide if he should end this by driving poor Eddie to orgasm. It wouldn’t be hard to do. Simply by thrusting the feather between Eddie’s thighs to tickle his balls and cock, Jason knew he could bring Eddie off big time, but it was SO much fun to deny him!

GAAAAAAHAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” the naked, desperate-to-unload hotshot bellowed as Jason wrestled with his decision. He jerked his hips to and fro in a vain attempt to make the feather make some sort of greater friction, to dip lower, between his trembling thighs, to caress his pulsing cum-denied blue balls!

Jason continued to tease the naked hotshot’s puckered orifice—an exceptionally sensitive target, as he well knew. He loved the way this intimate caress made Eddie shiver and wiggle his ass obscenely, even elicited an embarrassing fart or two as Eddie struggled and strained, how even his assglobes themselves, still faintly pink from their earlier spanking, were obviously so sensitive and ticklish as the feather made forays over the smooth, yet slightly-hair flecked mounds of Eddie’s assglobes as well. As always, it was delicious to have this muscular stud at his mercy, writhing and squealing just because he was being tickled!

Jason allowed the feather to drop down and probe forward. Its pointed tip touched Eddie’s tight balls. And ever so gently, Jason stroked them, making Eddie’s cum-churning nuts ache for release.

“HIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Eddie screeched. His back arched. His belly, butt and thigh muscles convulsed. His rampant macho fuckstick twitched up and extruded a clear, tiny drop of pre-cum.

“GRRRRRRUUUUUUMPH!!!” Eddie grunted as the feather stroked the length of his rigid rod. His hips jerked back and forth in response to the teasing, tormenting thrill it produced by this exquisite, tantalizing caress. A hot, urgent sensation squeezed his balls and tightened his butch asshole that literally contracted and quivered with lust in anguished anticipation of a blessed sexual release.

“Do you like it when I do this, Eddie?” Jason whispered. “Does it make you want to CUM?”

“GGGGGGRRRRRRUMMMMMMPH!!!” Eddie replied. “UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!!” as he thrust his hips forward against the sadistically all-too-slight friction of the feather, desperate to finally get off!

After a few more tantalizing passes with the feather, Jason then dropped the feather and the trio laughed out loud at the denied hotshot’s throbbing, as-yet-unfulfilled organ as it swayed futilely in the warm air, completely frustrated, the hotshot having a bad case of blue balls.

Then Jason ratcheted up the hydraulic lift even more so that Eddie was essentially bent over double with his pulsing, rock hard cock nearly staring him in his handsome face.

Try as he may Eddie was mortified to realize that there was no way for him to try to provide himself with some degree of modesty and that his futile struggles to somehow close his hairy crack which was so obscenely on complete and utter display, only made his blatantly exposed extremely ticklish asshole all the more a tempting target, all his most intimate, private areas being completely exposed and vulnerable. Now Eddie’s own erect throbbing cock was inches from his handsome face, pointing right at him yet still out of reach. Had he been double-jointed and able to reach it Eddie would have desperately sucked on his own cock, anything to finally bring himself off.

Jason then suddenly produced a smallish, slim rubber vibrating dildo, which Jason and Dan delighted in buzzing over the hotshot’s hairy balls and throbbing cock as well as onto his nips and into his sweaty hairy pits as Eddie howled in indignation. Jason forced Eddie to suck on the vibrator whereupon he teasingly teased the buzzing but spit-covered invader around and around Eddie’s ticklish asshole, tricking the determined anal ring to ever so slowly relax and become lubricated despite Eddie’s amusingly frantic efforts to keep his virgin, sacrosanct portal ever so tightly closed and protected from any unwanted insertions. Jason had deliberately chosen a smaller, slimmer vibrator rather than a huge dildo because he wanted Eddie to experience unwanted pleasure at its ministrations rather than pain- the idea of introducing the bound straight stud into the pleasures of mild anal stimulation and blowing his mind with the realization that it felt good was the ultimate goal and Jason could tell he was already succeeding to say the least.

Eddie was soon moaning with pleasure despite his efforts not to as the now spit-shined and extra lubed vibrator buzzed around and around his ticklish asshole, the deep buzzing vibrating so near to his hidden prostate gland that the virgin portal seem to have a mind of its own as it slowly relaxed and practically begged out loud for the pleasant invader to probe its depths. Eddie could only oooo and ahhh as the tip of the thing rested against his hair-haloed portal, as slight pressure was exerted on its base by the skilled Jason and the tip of the vibrator easily slipped up and into the hotshot’s shitter, as Eddie shamelessly moaned and mewled like the bitch in heat he had become. Jason punctuated the insertion of the buzzing, oiled vibrator up the hotshot’s ass with sharp slaps to Eddie’s hot assglobes leaving red palm prints on his humpy asscheeks as the painful pleasure seemed to contribute to the stud’s hopeless arousal, Eddie wagging his backside and unconsciously thrusting his own ass back onto the vibrator urging it to press deeper and touch his swollen prostate gland. Meanwhile Dan and Alex tickled Eddie’s pits, nips, belly button, cock and balls driving him up the wall and slowly leading the hotshot inexorably closer to the biggest most ball-shattering climax of Eddie’s entire life. Eddie’s eyes bugged out at his rock-hard dick just inches from his face just as the buzzing vibrator made contact with his prostate gland as it plunged in and out of his tight hole as he was forcefully-yet-oh-so-pleasurably sodomized from behind, and Eddie suddenly felt that old familiar feeling that he really was going to blast his load this time, but horrified at the same time- Eddie knew needed to cum but not like this! If this kept up and the trio failed to back off like before Eddie was on the brink of having a fucking ruined orgasm that would strike him right square in the face and his wide-open mouth What a fucking humiliating way to cum!

Though Eddie valiantly tried to hold back and not humiliate himself in that fashion, Eddie realized to his horror that the sadistic captors intended to do exactly that, that they were deliberately going to force Eddie to have an orgasm right into his own handsome face! Eddie found himself frozen in that split-second before climax when the pleasure is so intense it’s painful, as this entire body prepared to plunge into the mind-boggling pain/pleasure of a ruined orgasm, whereupon he made primal animal noises and growled out “OH MY GODDDDDD! I’M FUCKIN CUMMING AT LAST!!! OH NOOOO! NOT LIKE THIS!!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!! UGHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHH SHITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!” as the piss-slit of the hotshot’s rock-hard dick suddenly opened and volley after steaming volley of buckets of his long pent-up and hyper-teased cum blasted out of his hot hairy balls as he came with a banshee wail, red-hot semen bombs blasting right into his open mouth as he brayed his orgasmic release, forced to swallow his own cum straight from the faucet as it sprayed into his surprised, gaping mouth, more highly-pressurized shots striking up his flared nostrils into his eyes, his eyebrows and into his hair as well as fountaining up like Vesuvius and beyond his head to cascade and splatter down to the floor below, the dregs liberally coating his heaving, hairy chest and nips as his body swung in its erotic bondage from the ceiling, the buzzing vibrator still shoved up his tight, butch ass and buzzing and tickling his defenseless prostate from within.

The trio laughed uproariously as Eddie shivered and shook and panted in the intense afterglow of the most powerful orgasm of his life, but also the most agonizing and humiliating, his eyes largely glued shut by his own hot spunk, Eddie attempting to spit out some of the cum that he had managed not to swallow. Jason and Dan scooped up copious amounts of Eddie’s cum and force-fed it to him as Eddie choked at this humiliating act.

Eddie hardly had a moment to recover when Jason let down the hydraulic lift and Eddie was once again lying prone bound on his back to the padded “X” shaped table. Once again Dan and Alex proceeded to tease, tickle, lick and suck Eddie’s hairy armpits, nips, abs and navel up above as Eddie squirmed, screeched, laughed, and begged them to stop, while Jason tickled Eddie’s bare feet, soles and toes, Eddie freaked out that after having finally cum his sexy skin was all the more sensitive to tickling. Eddie squirmed and thrashed wildly in his bonds to no avail as he was tickle tortured by the out-for-revenge trio for another solid 30 minutes.

An exhausted Eddie could only look on in horror as the trio again used the hydraulic lift to raise Eddie’s legs in the air exposing his recently violated-with-a-tiny-vibrator asshole. All 3 simultaneously rubbed their own bulging suit-panted crotches in Eddie’s full view as Jason announced “NOW EDDIE EACH OF US IS GONNA FUCK YOUR DESERVING ASS ONE-BY-ONE! GAY DUDES GONNA FUCKING GANG FUCK YOU UP YOUR BUTCH ASS!- That is, unless you’ve finally come (or should I say ‘cum’?) to your senses and have decided to wire us back all of our money???

“WHAT THE FUCK??? OH NO FUCKIN’ WAY IS THAT GONNA HAPPEN!!! NO DON’T FUCKIN’ RAPE MY POOR ASS WITH YOUR GAY DICKS!!! OK!!! OK!!!! I GIVE IN- ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!! HAND ME A PHONE AND I’LL WIRE IT ALL BACK NOW!!!!” pleaded Eddie, scared shitless at the thought of being raped by 3 horny gay dudes out for retribution.

So it came to pass that Eddie’s hands were momentarily freed to allow him to use a cellphone to make the arrangements to instantaneously wire all of the trio’s money back into their respective bank accounts as well as the money stolen from HRC back to HRC, with the trio confirming with all their banks, etc. that the money had been received. Eddie could hardly believe he had done that- there went most of the money stolen- there was no way he could keep his huge mansion and bodyguards anymore and his trophy wife would ditch his now essentially worthless ass for sure to go on to greener pastures. And the damn feds were still after Eddie’s cute ass for all the bank fraud. Eddie was essentially ruined.

Eddie was shocked when the trio forcibly re-bound his wrists to the torture table.

“Hey what are you guys doing? I fuckin’ paid back every cent! Who are ya calling on that cellphone?” protested Eddie.

“Just the feds, Eddie! We’re letting them know where they can find you so your sorry ass can be thrown into prison where you belong. Just remember not to drop the soap in prison Eddie- your cute ass is gonna be the ‘belle of the ball’ in the federal pen!” crowed Jason.

“WHAT THE FUCK! YOU TWO-TIMING BASTARDS!! C’MON DON’T DO THAT! OH MY GOD- PRISON!!!!???? FUCKED BY BIG-DICKED GANG-BANGERS!! NOOOOOO!!!! NOT GANG-BANGED BY TATTOOED GANG-BANGERS!!! PLEASE!!!!!!! NOT THATTTTT!!!!!!” begged Eddie as the trio laughed uproariously.

The trio left Eddie bound naked to the “X” shaped padded table keeping the torn remnants of his suit and undies as a souvenir, reminding Eddie that they still had the tapes of his humiliation as it was filmed for posterity, that they had downloaded the e-mail addresses of all of Eddie’s “friends” from Eddie’s cellphone, warning him that if he ever acted up again in the future (if he ever got out of prison) they would use it to blackmail his ass and share it with all his “friends” and ex-call girls to give them all a good laugh at Eddie’s expense.

They left Eddie naked with the vibrator buzzing up his ass for good measure, with a big sign strapped to his chest reading “TICKLE ME PLEASE!!” with an assortment of tickle torture implements- feathers, brushes etc. laid out in easy reach.

The trio would be pleased to know that when the uniformed federal law enforcement officers finally entered the warehouse they read the sign and proceeded to tickle the shit out of Eddie while rubbing their crotches as Eddie looked on in abject horror as the law enforcement officers tickled and teased Eddie for hours and shot their wads all over his naked body before they dragged his naked ass off to prison.

THE END

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