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Richard must be one of the most talented writers in this genre and his latest story is proof of that fact. A hairy arrogant bank CEO is taught a lesson when he is abducted and thoroughly abused as payback for ripping off his investors. Another HOT story from Richard!!
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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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21 yo muscle boy Hector gets stripped and put over Carlos’ knee for a firm humiliating bare-assed spanking. Running Time: 8 Minutes

22 yo straight dude John is stripped down and endures an intense tickle assault at the hands of Nick including his pits, torso, crotch & feet. Then Nick really puts the poor boy through hell with the help of his favorite prickly toy. John really suffers through it and shows it! Running Time: 18 Minutes

22 yo straight dude John endures a rough ass spanking in several positions including OTK administered by his abusive bud Nick using bare-hands and a paddle. He obviously isn’t used to playing a submissive role and struggles to keep himself from fighting back but soon finds himself quivering at Nick’s rough touch. Running Time: 12 Minutes

22 yo straight dude John is bound from the ceiling and suffers through a variety of tortures before being forced to cum at the hands and mouth of Nick. Running Time: 14 Minutes

I was 24 years old, with a 2 year failed marriage because of premature ejaculation. A friend’s yacht turned me into a latex gay submissive.
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Voyage of Submission – Chapter 1
by Edrubber
Series: Voyage of Submission

After my divorce, I was very skeptical of having sex with woman, because I was afraid of not being able to perform properly and be shamed into acquiring a reputation of sexual inadequate. I spent the next 2 years alone, masturbating, going to xx book stores and putting a front to friends but, when it came to going to bed with someone, I always found an excuse to cancel. I needed release of some kind and started going to video booths with the glory holes for such. For some reason the idea of putting a dick in my mouth and sucking it, started to appeal to me and I also started playing with my nipples and imagining being penetrated analy . But my principals did not permit such deviations from my born gender. It had to stay as my private secret. I was a dental technician and enjoyed having a couple of beers at a local lounge near my apartment complex. One Friday night, the lounge was busier than usual and a guy in his fifties started a very friendly conversation and for some reason we became very friendly quickly. I bought a few rounds, and then he insisted in buying for the rest of the night.

He had introduced himself as William Farrington and insisted I called him Bill and I insisted he call me Ed since my Name is Edward. During our conversation he told me that he lived on his yacht, and he would have to look for a hotel for tonight because his yacht was in dry dock having the bottom repainted and some additional equipment installed. I felt so good about him as a sincere friend, that insisted and would not take no for an answer that he stay at my place for as long as his boat was being fixed. After the usual “I don’t want to impose etc,,, He accepted and around 2 a.m. we drove to my place. He slept in my guest room and around 10.30 a.m. , we met in the kitchen where I made us coffee, scramble eggs bacon and toast. Then as we were eating I had a chance to look at Bill in the day light. He was about 6’2’’, 180 lbs., in perfect physical condition with a face that exuded friendliness and strong take charge personality. He asked me if I would like to go with him to the ship yard to check on the progress of his boat and of course I jumped to the chance since I love boats, ships and anything to do with the ocean. Getting there in his rental car, I was flabbergasted with the size and beauty of his boat. It should not be called boat; it was a ship, 72 feet long, 3 levels high of pure state of the art luxury.

Unfortunately no one was allowed to go on board while the vessel was on stilts in dry doc. I looked at Bill in a laughing manner commented; Bill, You ARE RITCH!!! He looked back and in a very down to earth manner replied: Let’s just say that money is no object .After being informed that the vessel would be back in the water Tuesday we got in the car and returned home. On the way, Bill asked me if I had a girl or ever been married, and for some incredible reason I did something that I had never done before, I told him the absolute truth about my failures as a husband and man, at which point he asked me if I was gay, my answer was again truthful when I admitted the fantasies and tendencies that I had been tempted but, was able to controlled it. He then told me that he was very impressed with my sincerity and considered me a very close friend. I thanked him and said likewise. He then asked me if I had any fetishes.

And I again being very honest ,( I really did not know what was making me be so open with my intimate personal thoughts ) responded yes, rubber, latex, just saying the words turns me incredibly on. He started laughing and told me how much we had in common and how happy he was that I was open with him. In his authoritarian friendly manner said: I am going to make plans to convince you to join me so that we can be together. I only have 3 crew members and they are all rubberiest when at sea we enjoy our fetish to the fullest. I have a large assortment of rubber wear you are going to love. I respect your profession but, I will pay you double what you make and you no longer will have any expenses like, rent, light, water, food, insurance, car, everything will be provided to you, your salary can go directly to your retirement fund or, whatever you want to do with it. What do you say?

I was totally taken and in disbelief that this could actually happen, my head was spinning .The idea of living on that fantastic beautiful ship and dress in rubber. I answered I have to have a little time to sort out what to do with my things; I can’t do it all by next Tuesday. He said; All you have to do is agree I will help you do what’s needed and remember I don’t have any schedule to get under way. Consider yourself part of the family, tomorrow we will start your transition into all your fantasies. Without saying a word, I pondered on the weight of his statement, all your fantasies, I confessed quite a few to him. In five days everything I owned was sold furniture, TV. auto.

Once on board, I was assigned to a cabin with a large king bed with rubber sheets and rubber pillow, a closet with a variety of rubber wear . My clothes suites, shirts, socks, underwear, most of it was put into the ship’s storage with the exception of 3 sports outfits that I would need when we docked somewhere. Bill conducted classes with me for days to familiarize me with all instruments on the bridge. Only Bill and the Captain ran the bridge while at sea, and now with me we split the time in shorter duties for all 3 of us. I asked Bill if I could have the grave yard shift. He in a very firm now suddenly bossy manner responded; No the captain will have the night shift you and I will have to be together at night.

The big day came and all lines where released from land and we were off to the high seas. We lost sight of land and Bill told me in a very stern voice; get bellow and there is an outfit on your bed, put it on and return here to the bridge, I am going to inform you of what’s expected of you from now on. His demeanor changed completely and I started to worry. I did obey and at the cabin there was a rubber shorts with a rubber t-shirt on the bed and as I put the shorts on I noticed that it had an opening in my rectal area about 6 inches long.I started getting the idea but was having trouble believing it, after all now if I decided I didn’t want to comply, there was no place I could go. I was stuck.

I got dressed as ordered including a pair of rubber slippers and returned to the bridge and was startle to see Bill in a same type of outfit as mine the only difference that his shorts had a removable flap in front holding in an impressive large amount of genitals, and he did not have an opening in the rear. There was no doubt in my mind what this was leading to and I started perspiring, trembling and apprehensively wondering how this was going to start and how ashamed I would be facing Bill even though he would be the domineering partner.

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Hunky police officers Matthews and Carter and their plump spankable asses are back! In this story, the homophobic cops get into trouble at a gay beach.
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Officers Matthews and Carter 2 – Visit To A Gay Beach
by Anonymous

Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter were in South Miami Beach, Florida for their annual week long State Trooper Convention. It was the first day and the men got into town early. It was just after noon and they were already registered at the hotel and unpacked. The convention was scheduled to kick off that night at 7:00 P.M. with a Meet & Greet type dinner with the actual seminars and so forth beginning tomorrow. The two men had been assigned to share a room, which only made sense.

They had been partners and best friends for the past two years when Chad, who was a 22-year-old rookie at the time, was partnered with Jim, who was 22 years his senior. But despite the age difference they became good friends fast due to their similar backgrounds and views on life in general–especially their horribly homophobic views on gay men.

Another interesting fact about the two was their amazingly similar physical appearance. Both had dark hair. Jim was graying only slightly at the temples. Jim stood 5’8′ and Chad 5’9′ but in every other way the two men were alike. They even had the same muscular build. Both had played high school football and had worked hard at maintaining his stocky muscular physique. Both had thick square necks and powerful arms. To say nothing of their broad chests and large tree trunk like legs. Then of course each man had a 32′ waist that tapered out into the biggest roundest meatiest ass you had ever seen.

Even on two men as muscular as these two their asses were way to large and way too out of proportion. This fact and the fact that they were inseparable earned the duo the nickname ‘The Bubble Butt Twins’ by the other officers on the force. But the two massive assed Troopers didn’t care they were proud of their huge asses.

The friends had over six hours until their Meet & Greet so they decided to have some fun in the meantime. They discussed it and decided that since they were in Florida it would be a shame not to hit the beach. And since they were not sure how much free time they’d have later they decided that they’d spend the day there. Jim asked Chad if he had remembered to bring his sunscreen and Chad laughed and replied, ‘After last year? There is no way I would forget it.’

Chad was referring to a mishap that took place on the beach the prior year. Both men had used sun block over most of his body but didn’t bother to put it on where his swimsuit was. Now being state troopers they had swimwear was issued to them from the department. They were black Speedo’s with white writing across the seat of them that read STATE TROOPER in bold white letters. Of course being the big-butted men, they were both men found the swimwear to be too tight and very skimpy constantly riding up their oversized butt pillows. Even the largest size was too small but truthfully neither man cared because he was proud of his larger than average ass and the attention it got him from the ladies so the officers squeezed their enormous buns into the small Lycra garment and headed off for the beach.

Once one the beach they meet up with some women and started talking. The women asked them if they wanted to join their volleyball game. Jim was married and would never cheat on his wife but saw no harm in just playing volleyball with these young attractive women when were obviously taken by the fact that these two beefy gods were state troopers.

As the game went on both Chad and Jim were all over the place jumping and diving to get the ball. Their fat asses jiggling and bouncing with each jump. A crowd of women and gay men alike actually gathered to watch these two brawny officers play volleyball not because they were especially good but because they looked especially good jumping around in their small swim wear. With each move the Speedo rode further and further up into the dark valley between each guys massive fleshy mountains. By the end of the game the troopers looked as if they were in thongs rather than Speedo’s.

That night after the men got back to their room they realized the mistake they had made. Since neither man had worried about putting sun block on his ass when the Speedo rode up it left his tender ass flesh exposed and unprotected. By morning both men’s asses were bright red. In fact they were so sore and red that neither man could dress. They had to spend the rest of the week in the hotel room bare-assed because it hurt to bad to have anything against their burnt buns. They only thing that seemed to help the stinging was baby oil so each man took turns several times a day applying baby oil to his buddies beefy butt cheeks to help him ease the pain. Even after they returned to work their asses still hurt to a degree riding their motorcycles for the next week or so. It was then that they vowed never to hit the beach again without using sunscreen on their asses.

The two men began to undress so that they could apply their sunscreen before heading out to the beach. Each man had dressed casually for the flight. Jim in tan Dockers and a light blue button down shirt and Chad in blue jeans and a gray T-shirt. Both men began by removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor. By the end of the week the men would have dirty clothes over every inch of the floor. Then each man began to wiggle his round rump out of his pants. Chad had a harder time than Jim; his jeans were clinging to his large ass like a second skin. He had to fight to get them off over his massive buns. Jim peeled off his Dockers and tossed them on the floor next to Chad’s now discarded jeans. Now the two officers stood there in just their bikini briefs. Both men had found out early on when their pants split while chasing a suspect that they had the same taste in underwear. Chad’s were gray to match his T-shirt and Jim’s a bright yellow, but both were the same cut, very small and skimpy with very minimum coverage.

Chad began to shake his bottle of sunscreen and then squeezed out a dab into his palm. He rubbed his palms together and began to run his hands over his smooth muscular chest. His body glistened as he rubbed the white cream into his skin. At the same time Jim was rubbing the lotion into his arms making sure not to miss a spot. Chad bent at the waist and began applying the lotion to his muscular calves. As he bent his bikini rode up his ass exposing more of his ass cheeks to his buddy. But Jim was oblivious as he was doing the same thing, his own small yellow bikini creeping way up his crack and over his well-rounded mounds.

Jim grabbed the waistband of his scant bikini and pulled it down kicking it into the pile with the rest of his clothes. He then began to squeeze more sunscreen into his palm. He then reached behind himself and began to apply the lotion to his ample posterior. Jim looked over his shoulders and watched himself apply the creamy lotion. He ran his hands all over his fleshy mountains, squeezing his cheeks making certain not to miss a spot.

By this point Chad was removing his own bikini and doing the same thing that his buddy was doing. He too stood with his back facing the mirror watching himself lube up his ass with the sun screen. Chad was kneading his ass cheeks like a baker kneading dough with too much yeast in it. But he was afraid that he wasn’t reaching every spot. ‘Hey, Jim could you check for me did I miss any place with the lotion?’

Officer Matthews stopped lotioning his own fat ass and turned to look his buddy over, who’s ass was facing Jim. Jim looking his friend up and down and responded, ‘It looks like you missed a spot on your right buttock.’

‘Really?’ replied Chad reaching back. ‘Where?’

‘A little to the left. More. More. No back a little to the right. Now down. No now left.’

‘Fuck.’ replied Chad. ‘I can’t reach it. Can you get it for me?’

‘Sure.’ responded Jim as he bent down to apply the sunscreen to Chad’s over stuffed ass pillow. Then Jim noticed another spot Chad had missed. ‘Buddy, you missed a lot back here.’

Officer Carter laughed, ‘Well, there’s a lot of territory to cover back there. Can you get it for me?’

‘Sure.’ said Jim. ‘Bend over you missed a lot on the inside of your cheeks.’

Officer Carter bent over at the waist pushing his plump buns into his partners face.

‘That’s better. Now spread your legs a little so I can get in between.’

Chad complied by spreading his legs wide to give his best friend and partner better access to his ass. Jim continued to rub the lotion along Chad’s fleshy ass mounds. Working his hand in between the younger officer’s cheeks spreading them for better access. Chad’s ass hole winked out at Jim who didn’t think twice about it. Here he was on his hands and knees his best friends ass inches from his face. His tight pink ass hole plainly visible and it never occurred to Jim that most people would deem the act that he and Chad were participating in as homoerotic–but not to these two muscular troopers. As far as they were concerned it was just helping out a buddy. After all these men were as straight as could be. There was nothing gay or gay friendly about them.

As Jim was rubbing the lotion into the under part between Chad’s ass and ball sack he accidentally grazed Chad’s smooth balls with his finger tip causing Chad to jump in surprise. The department didn’t really have a policy on body hair but both men preferred the sleek hairless look of a shaved chest and balls. Officer Matthews even shaved his pubes off completely while Officer Carter just trimmed his. Neither man was very hairy to begin with so it wasn’t too hard to accomplish this.

The two men laughed. ‘Sorry buddy.’, said the older trooper. ‘You’re done anyway. Maybe you could help me next, Pal.’

The men switched places Jim’s large ass now in his buddies face. His legs spread wide as he bent at the waist his tennis ball sized nuts swinging back and forth between his legs. Chad began to rub the lotion into his partner’s fleshy cushions. Running his hand in between the cheeks making sure not to miss a spot. This time it was Jim’s ass hole that was winking at Chad. Jim’s hole was a lot darker than the rest off his ass, which was a creamy white. Officer Carter rubbed the cream carefully around the older officers ass hole. Some of the lotion accidentally got on Jim’s hole and Chad hand to rub it in.

‘Hey, watch it back there, Man!’ snapped Officer Matthews.

‘Sorry, some lotion got on your ass hole. I was just rubbing it in. But you’re good now.’

All lotioned up both guys began to wiggle their ample behinds into their department issued Speedos. They were black and across the seat of the Speedo embossed in white letters it read STATE TROOPER. In fact they were the same swim suits that the two men had worn the year before when they burnt their asses. So they were very skimpy and already riding up their asses.

They decided that they would stop at a beach that Chad noticed as they were on their way to the hotel. It was just a mile up the road and looked like it was packed. Both guys grabbed their towels and sunglasses as they headed out the door. They hopped in the car and headed for the beach. They parked at the top of a set of stairs that led down to the beach. The two beefy troopers made their way down the stairs their asses bouncing like two over inflated basketballs that were ready to explode. The Speedos riding up high on their asses.

The two beefy men made their way down the beach, literally strutting as the walked. The bright sun glinted of their sunglasses. The two cocky men knew they were being watched. They were in excellent physical shape and no one could resist looking at their super sized asses. They came upon a spot that looked inviting and spread their towels out. Chad looked over and not ten feet away he noticed two men sharing a towel and making out.

The younger officer smacked the older one on the arm. ‘Look at that. Isn’t it disgusting?’

Jim looked over and saw the two men engaged in a kiss. Disgust crossed his face, then he looked at Chad and said, ‘Watch this.’ Then two the two men kissing he yelled, ‘Hey faggots!!’

The two men broke their embrace and looked over in the officers’ direction confusion on their faces.

‘Yeah, you two. What the fuck do you think your doing, faggots!!? Maybe you could get a room?’ snarled Jim.

‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ asked one of the men.

The two troopers didn’t take kindly to this rising to their feet and making their way over to where the two gay men sat on their towel. Both troopers were much bigger and more muscular than the two men that they were now standing over. ‘You fucking queers make me sick! I hate when your kind stares at me as I walk down the street. Checking out my ass.’ The two men looked confused.

Chad broke in, ‘Don’t pretend you weren’t checking out or asses as we came down the beach.’

Jim turned his back on the two men sticking his ass out at them. You know you were staring at this. But this is 100% straight ass. And no fucking queer is gonna touch it. Why don’t you two just get the fuck out of here so decent people can enjoy the beach without your kind!!!’

All of a sudden a voice came from behind the two officers. ‘If you don’t like it why don’t you two homophobic assholes get off the gay beach?’

The troopers turned to face the new voice. There stood a brawny muscular god all tanned and muscled in board shorts and behind him stood four men with similar builds and shorts. ‘Gay beach?’ they stated simultaneously.

‘That’s right,’ responded the leader of the five buff homosexuals, whose name was Chuck.

Jim straightened up and said, ‘Look we’re not looking for any trouble, so just back off.’

‘No, you don’t want any trouble now that you see five buff guys who can kick your asses, but before when it was just these two scrawny skinny guys you were perfectly ready for trouble.’ replied Chuck. ‘Your kind makes me sick. You come into our area and harass us and as soon…’

Chad broke in, ‘We had no idea this was a gay beach.’

‘That makes harassing these two just because they’re gay right?’ snapped Chuck.

‘Everyone has a right to be who they are where ever they are without being harassed. And I think you two need to be taught a lesson.’

Chad gulped hard feeling frightened but it was Jim who spoke, ‘We are officers of the law so I suggest that you hold off with your threats.’

Chuck laughed, ‘It’s no threat. It’s a promise. I believe you made a statement that no queer would touch your ass. Well, we’re here to prove otherwise.’ Then pointing to his buddies, ‘these queers are gonna spank both your fat asses!’

Chad suddenly felt very exposed and on display in his Speedo, which was way too small for his large rump and creeping up his crack. He reached back pulling it free from between his fleshy mounds.

‘The hell you are!’ yelled Jim as he and Chad turned to run. What neither man was aware of is that while they were talking a crowd had gathered behind them and when they began to run they ran smack dab into the crowd of angry homosexuals who had heard the whole exchange.

‘Get ’em!’ yelled Chuck as he and his four friends dove on top of the two scantly clad troopers. The crowd grew forming a circle around the seven men as they wrestled. Chad scrambled to get to his feet but fell back to the ground when a strong hand grabbed the back of his Speedo pulling it down in back exposing his plump ass. Chad pulled the Speedo up and continued to fight.

One of the other men had Jim in a headlock. His small stretchy Speedo riding further up his ass than he thought possible. His white ass mountains jiggling as he struggled. Both officers continued to fight as the crowd cheered for Chuck and his four friends. They had overpowered the two bubble butted troopers. Jim and Chad were side-by-side laying face down in the sand. Each had one of the gay muscle studs pinning down his legs and another holding down his back. Their large asses were aimed skyward. From all the struggling the their Speedos had ridden so far up both men’s asses that instead of reading STATE TROOPER across the seat it now appeared to read STER. Both officers’ milky white hind quarters came pouring out the leg bands.

Chuck got behind the two friends and said, ‘Now it’s time for your lesson.’ He raised his hand high and brought it down on Chad’s Speedo clad ass.

Chad let out a yell that was part pain and part pleasure. Chad and Jim had found themselves in a similar situation not long ago when they had been spanked by a red neck family. Although Chad was 100% heterosexual he found out that day that having his large rump spanked by the strong hand of a man left him strangely aroused and after feeling that first swat from Chuck he felt a stirring in his cock. Of course he had never shared this with Jim Matthews. But little did he know that Jim, although married and straight as an arrow, felt the same way.

The crowd gathered in tighter as Chuck began to get into his spanking routine. First he struck Chad’s left cheek. Then his right. Then Jim’s left. And then his right.

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Officers Matthews and Carter continued to be pinned down by the four body builders. Both men were humiliated and aroused at the same time. Their now rock hard cocks ground into the warm sand–their meaty backsides jiggling with each smack. They struggled but to no avail. The only thing the struggle did was to cause the Speedos to go further up their asses.

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The endless spanking continued as Chuck got on his knees between both men so he could spank them at the same time. The officers asses were a bright glowing red and almost completely exposed as their Speedos rode up. Both men yelled obscenities and threats at Chuck and his friends. But secretly each man was hard as a brick and ready to cum. Each hoped this would not happen. After all how could he explain to his straight buddy if he did.

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There was no way to avoid it Jim knew he could hold off no longer. He felt his seed rise as Chuck continued to assault his fat ass. As Jim lay there facing his best friend and partner he tried to conceal the fact that he was about to bust his nut. ‘YEOWWWW!’, bellowed Jim as he felt his spunk shoot from his throbbing cock and saturate the front of his skimpy black Speedo.

Chad wasn’t certain since both men still wore their mirrored sunglasses but he thought he saw a look of pleasure on his buddies face and was shocked, but he didn’t have much time to ponder this as he clenched his round caboose while his own warm sticky fluids shot from his rock hard prick with rapid fire. Soaking the front of his own Speedo.

Chuck stopped spanking and spoke, ‘Okay, mother fuckers get on your feet and get out of here.’

Officers Matthews and Carter looked one another square in the eye. They were afraid to get up because both men were still semi erect and covered in his own spew.

‘Now!’ barked Chuck.

The troopers had no chose but to comply. Each stood slowly leaving an impression of his muscular body in the sand as well as a visible imprint of where his hard prick had been. The front of each man’s Speedo was wet with his own cum. Sand clung to the gooey mess that covered the front of each man’s swimsuit. There were snickers through out the crowd and one man yelled out, ‘They came. The fuckers came while Chuck beat their fat asses.’

Each officer felt his face flush with embarrassment. Here they stood on display their Speedos so far up their asses they now resembled thongs. Red asses. Cum soaked Speedo and now the laughter.

‘All right! Get going!’ ordered Chuck. ‘And don’t come back!’

The troopers turned quickly and made their exit down the beach leaving behind their towels. Half way to the car Jim realized this but neither man was bold enough to go back so they just hurried up the stairs to the car, their big red buns bouncing as they ascended the stairs. Neither man even bothered to pull his Speedo from his ass. What was the point they were already humiliated and covered in their own juices.

Neither man spoke of what had just taken place as they drove back to the hotel. But each thought of the wonderful sting in his own ass and how intense his ejaculation had been from just from having his plump buns spanked. And although each man feared that the other had discovered his secret desire both men vowed to himself never to bring it up.

The End

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