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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.

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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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