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 A drunken rowdy “Mighty Bear” is abducted by two admirers who subject the hairy dude to multiple bound tickling sessions.
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Bear Season
by David

Randy Ballard stormed into the establishment cursing and stomped his way up to the bar.

Randy was a powerfully built man who looked like football had been his sport in school. In fact, his nickname in high school had been “The Mighty Bear”. His bearded face was surmounted by a tousled crown of dark brown hair, and the general impression he gave was one of slate-eyed violence. It was clear that he had already been drinking, but he ordered more potent potables and drank until he was ready to fight someone. As I sat not too far from the bar, I couldn’t help staring at his feet. I knew that they were at least a size fourteen even without the workboots they were currently shod in.

And I was wondering how ticklish those big feet were as Darnel King and I sat over beers at our tiny shadow-shrouded table. Me and Darnel were as good at logging as any men in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom (better than most even) but neither he nor I had ever been accepted at the camp–me because the word had gotten around that I liked guys, and Darnel for another reason. In simple ways, the other loggers froze us out: we weren’t included in the poker games or picked on by anyone to be a partner on a team . . . things like that. I bitched a lot about it, but Darnel always stayed quiet, though I could see the rage seething behind his dark eyes.

And Darnel, of course, was the most obvious target for Randy to focus his drunken anger on. And after he got stoked enough, he went right to work–shoving the alienated logger in his chest and demanding that they do battle.

Darnel looked rather hurt (but not really surprised) by the larger man’s disposition. He even tried to walk away. But Randy took him by the arm and bluntly wheeled him around–telling the alienated logger that he simply wouldn’t be allowed to leave the area until the two of them came to blows. Many of the mighty bear’s friends stood behind Randy to give teeth to the irate man’s edict.

So Darnel merely marched out to the lot behind the bar, stepped back a bit and put up his fists.

Randy bared his teeth and rushed at the alienated logger. He tried to use both of his meaty hands to shove Darnel in the chest again, but the alienated logger deftly caught his wrists and turned them outward with all his might. Randy screeched. Tears poured from his gray eyes and his big, pale hands were flopping about like dead fish because both of his wrists were now broken.

And while he was so was distracted by his useless hands, Darnel hauled back and plowed the mighty bear’s jaw.

The onlooking rabble gazed at their humiliated companion in wonder. Randy collapsed boneless to the ground, gray eyes rolled up and with his hands still flopping.

For a moment the onlookers backed away, and Randy lay motionless. I myself was wondering if the mighty bear was dead. Darnel, however, was clearly trying to figure out a way to guard himself against retaliation–to keep these hateful men from taking him on like a mob tomorrow or the day after. He realized that, if he didn’t end all future fights right then and there, things were only going to get worse for him. He already didn’t fit into the Northeast Kingdom, and now that he flattened a popular local . . . .

This being the case, I didn’t blame Darnel for what he did next. Didn’t blame him one bit when he viciously the kicked the big man who lay helplessly before him. Randy moaned and rolled away from his attacker. Darnel walked around him and kicked him again, in the crotch and then again in the ribs. Randy was in so much pain that he couldn’t make a peep: he only doubled up into a fetal position as tears streamed out of his scrunched-closed eyes.

Darnel kicked Randy in the head, and the irate man passed out. I stared at Randy’s feet–wanting desperately to rip the workboots and socks off his big feet and take a gander at his bare doggies.

Darnel looked around at the onlookers coldly. Everything that needed to be said was written in his dark eyes then. He was letting everyone know that if they even dreamed about ganging up on him, they could expect an even worse beating than the one which felled the mighty bear. I wondered why they didn’t all just rush him right then? Did they see what I saw right then–a man who was fully capable of murdering an entire mob? I dunno.

Anyway, once all the fearful onlookers began to flee the scene, Darnel looked as if he might vomit–as if his own actions had revolted him. “Y’all know I only meant to keep his punk ass from hurtin’ me.”

“No you didn’t!” Jethro Cunningham, one of Randy’s compatriots, accused. “I saw you plotting your moves before you and Randy started fighting. You contorted his wrists with all your might on purpose . . . you meant to hurt him that bad!”

And Darnel lowered his head–silently admitting to everyone that Jethro’s words were true. The alienated logger may not have wanted to fight, but the injuries he’d administered during the battle had been deliberate. He felt good about putting Randy down, and yet he felt bad about how good it had felt to beat the irate bear senseless. It took me five minutes to convince him that what he’d done SHOULD have felt good . . . that maybe he had done what it took to convince Randy to stop being an ass.

And because Jethro had fled the scene (disgusted and too drunk to recall the fact that he had left his buddy behind) Darnel and I decided to take the unconscious Randy home.

To MY home. You see, besides being outcasts in the logging camp, Darnel and I had something else in common.

One guess at what it was!

Anyway, when we reached my house, Darnel and I carried Randy into the living room and dumped him on a chaise lounge. Darnel then moved Randy’s wrists behind the lounge and bound them to it, and then bound the unconscious man’s legs to it as well. And after removing the mighty bear’s humid workboots and sweaty socks, the two of us simply sat and waited for our sleeping bruised and battered captive to regain consciousness.

With me holding Randy down in case he should awaken, Darnel wrapped the rope around the man’s wrists, tying them together. He then wrapped more around the mighty bear’s ankles and finally tied a large knot that Randy would be completely unable reach with his bound meaty hands. I myself tightened all of the knots. While I blindfolded our knocked out big-footed boy, Darnel retrieved a pair of string shoelaces, and used one to tie the toes on Randy’s left size fourteen foot together, then used the other to do the same to his right foot.

Finally, the mighty bear began to awaken

Randy immediately began to struggle against his ropes, trying to wrench his hands out from the cords that bound his hands tightly together, and trying to move his feet. All this was in vain, of course. In fact the ropes seemed actually to TIGHTEN. He wasn’t even able to get the blindfold off no matter how cleverly he tried to move his shoulders to do so. Eventually the mighty bear reached the point where he attempted to scream through the gag, but only a muffled “mmmpphh!” could penetrate it. I took the gag off after a while.

Randy’s laughter was incredible as Darnel and I began to tickle away at the sensitive skin on his big smelly, meaty soles.

“Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee heeee heeee heeee heeee heeee heeee heee!!!!! Hahahahahohohohoheheheheha ha ha ha!!!” The laughter seemed to just go on and on and on and on. His laughter and screams were so loud that we had to re-gag the mighty bear. And once that was done, the tickling Darnel and I were giving his big, pale feet continued. We fingered the sensitive arches of his size fourteen doggies, and tormented his toes. Despite the shoestrings, Randy’s manly toes tried their best to wriggle all about, but only gained very limited movement.

Darnel and I were enjoying ourselves immensely as we raked our hands over Randy’s twitching and flexing bare soles. We poked and prodded at every inch of each foot, and each poke created a response from the once mighty bear that included more muffled screaming, and more movement of his feet. Randy moved his feet around and his bound toes tried gamely to twitch and wiggle as he struggled to escape the torment. Eventually Darnel missed the sound of the mighty bear’s unrestrained laughter, so we took the gag off once again.

“Hee-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hahahahahaha-hehehehehehe!!!!” shrieked Randy as Darnel and I wreaked havoc on his vibrating, bound feet. “Heheheheheheheheheheheheheha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Please!!!!-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee- heese heee heese heese heese heese N-ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha he he! N-No more!!!”

Once he fainted from our torment, Darnel and I had fun by tying the mighty bear to the hood of the alienated logger’s Ford Explorer and speeding along the reasonably traveled back-roads–laughing and waving at gawking motorists.

After we had our fun with him, Darnel and I dumped Randy Ballard’s naked unconscious body off in the lot behind the bar.

And there were times when–as we carried Randy to the lot–that the mighty bear seemed to cease breathing completely, and there were anxious moments when my own breath came laboriously. Randy Ballard was a hateful man, but did he deserve to die for being that way? Well, yes, he probably did . . . but I didn’t want his death to be at MY hands. I’m not sure what Darnel felt at this time. However, I was sure that he had dealt with guys like Randy all his life. Perhaps he was of the “one less hater” mindset and wouldn’t have cared at all if the mighty bear died. I dunno.

As far as that FIRST fight that Randy lost to Darnel . . . well, when I retold what happened to some relatives I had in Texas, I found myself confronted by folks who doubted that the onlooking rabble who had witnessed the fight would simply stand and watch while someone like Darnel beat one of their own senseless. Well, I had to inform these people that several of Randy’s “friends” had their own personal animosities as much as Darnel did (I found this out days after the fight however) and felt the mighty bear needed to be taken down a notch.

Well, anyway, Darnel and I dumped the unconscious Randy behind the bar.

Randy Ballard eventually recovered and went back to logging, but he was never quite the same after his experience with Darnel and me. Perhaps it wasn’t the beating that did him harm, but the feeling that here in the Northeast Kingdom–where he had been such a big shot and local hero–he had become nothing but a demeaned joke. He had lost his heart and the fire went out of him. When others shied away from choosing him as his logging partner he continued working at the camp, but the old Randy was gone.

But even though he was humbled, Darnel and I wouldn’t let up with him. Hey, why show mercy to the guy who had shown us none? Why show compassion to the lout who’d called us both the most vile, inflammatory names and urged others to do so as well?

So we decided to make him our plaything again.

Randy was alone and staggering to his motel from the bar weeks later, and Darnel and I pulled up beside him in the Ford Explorer. Gleaning his attention, we leaped out and pounced upon the once mighty bear. Randy tried to fight us off, but Darnel knocked him cold with an uppercut to the point of his chin, and then we loaded his unconscious frame into the vehicle and drove back to my place. Then, tingling with anxiousness, we dumped our captive on the mattress in my bedroom and relieved him of his malodorous workboots and socks.

Immediately our fingers scraped up and down his exceedingly sensitive bare soles, then we used a hairbrush to attack the undersides of his toes. Randy desperately wriggled his toes and tried to refract his feet, but we had bound them too securely. Darnel and I alternated between using a feather and a hairbrush and our own fingers. We inserted the brush’s bristles between the mighty bear’s manly bare toes . . . and used the brush to graze over each toe individually. Randy’s screams made our ears ring, but they were a joy to hear for both me and Darnel.

“Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee heeee heeee heeee heeee heeee heeee heee!!!!! Hahahahahohohohoheheheheha ha ha ha!!!” Randy shrieked.

“Daaaaaaaaaaamn!” Darnel said, staring down at our captive. “This big- footed-loud-ass-screamin’-punk-mutha-fucka is even more ticklish than the last time!”

The mighty bear’s face, chest, armpits and crotch were sweaty. And, surprisingly, his cock was engorged and throbbing in his trousers. So much so that this must have been causing him considerable discomfort as well. Darnel and I put the feathers and brush aside and attacked Randy’s size fourteen feet with our fingers again. We moved our fingers in circles around his soles, then in zigzag patterns. The mighty bear screamed . . . and his cock throbbed and pulsated. There was clearly fire in his loins, and this fire grew hotter with each stroke of the hairbrush and each scrape of our fingers against the bottoms of his feet.

“Hee-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hahahahahaha-hehehehehehe!!!!” shrieked Randy as Darnel and I attacked his bound feet with more vigor than ever before. “Please!!!!-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heese heee heese heese heese heese N-ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha he he! N-No more!!! Heheheheheheheheheheheheheha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Please!!!!-hee-hee- hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heese heee heese heese heese heese N-ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha he he! N-No more!!!”

“Daaaaaaaaaamn!” Darnel said, clamping a hand to his ear to protect it from Randy’s high-decibel screaming laughter.

Darnel then retrieved the hairbrush once again and began to scrape it between Randy’s toes, then all over his feet–from his slightly rough heels, up his soles, down through his rather high arches and across the balls of his feet. Then he and I both began the whole torture process all over again. Randy arched his back, screamed and ejaculated in his pants at the very moment Darnel used the bristles of the hairbrush to sketch an intensely hypersensitive path from the sole to the heel on the mighty bear’s right foot . . . while I, simultaneously, plunged my hot, wet tongue into our captive’s ear.

After rendering the mighty bear unconscious with a velvet cloth soaked with ether, we loaded him into the Ford.

We moved quickly. Darnel drove to a basically uninhabited area known as a ‘gore’. Then he and I dragged the mighty bear’s unconscious body to the edge of this gore and rolled him into the dense undergrowth. Then we re-started the Ford Explorer and drove away.

I can hardly wait for next season.

David

Hairy muscle god Tatum greatly in this week’s update from 30 Minutes of Torment. Gut punches, flogging, the electric zapper and some creative fucking make this a sizzling hot video!

A military private is the subject of an experimental test run of a new tickle torture device that puts its victim through an intense full body tickling and cum denial session while a sadistic doctor observes the results.
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The IHID Machine
by Jasper Zilch

At the IHID machine:

“Take off your shoes,” Dr. Wilson instructed. “My superiors will skin me if they see mud all over their expensive machine.” As Andy complied, he added, “You might as well take off your socks as well. If you have to spend three hours in this thing, you might as well feel comfortable.”

Andy grinned. “Shirt and shorts as well? Then I would be really comfortable.”

Dr. Wilson smiled. “Ah…no. The IHID capsule is air conditioned, and moreover made of metal. It could get really cold in there. Lie down here please, Private Andy. Just align your body to the outline on the table.”

“Whatever you say, doctor,” Andy replied amiably. He climbed onto the table. The IHID capsule looked like the high tech hospital machine where patients lay on a similar looking ‘bed’ and were slid into a tube-like machine to have their X-rays taken. This’ bed’ however was totally made of metal, and had an outline of a human body drawn on it. Andy arranged himself onto the outline.

Dr. Wilson pressed a button on the outside of the capsule, and the whole table with Andy on it slid into the body of the machine.

“Don’t move,” Dr. Wilson instructed. He pressed another button. Metal cuffs emerged from the table surface and locked around Andy’s neck, elbows, forearms, waist, thighs, legs and ankles.

“Are you comfortable?” Dr. Wilson asked, “Check if you can move.”

“Not an inch,” Andy confirmed after a moment’s attempt.

“Nothing to worry about, Andy,” Dr. Wilson reassured him. “Feel for a small box under your right hand? There’s a button in it. Anytime you want to abort the program, just open the box and click on it. Press it now if you want to test it.”

There was a soft click, and a monitor in front of Andy’s face lit up.

“Program aborted,” a feminine computer voice declared.

“It works, Doc,” Andy said.

“Good. The objective of the program requires that you have to be isolated for the next three hours, so you won’t be able to talk to me, and I won’t be able to talk to you. The only control of the IHID machine is through your button. If you don’t press it, it will run till the program is completed. Sergeant Wilks briefed you what happens after that, right?”

Andy nodded as much as he could with his neck fixed. “I am to fill in a report of what happened during the program.”

“Okay then, I will see you in three hours. Good luck.” The door to the capsule closed with an click.

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The IHID control room:

“Everything went okay?” Sergeant Wilks asked after Dr. Wilson hurried into the room.

“See for yourself.” The doctor typed a command on his keyboard, and his monitor showed Andy strapped to the table, looking around nervously. “There are several video cameras – all hidden, of course – where we can observe his progress. I’m starting the program now.”

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IHID capsule:

The internal of the capsule was brightly lit, and as cold as Doc Wilson promised. So far nothing was happening, apart from the computer monitor hanging above him blinking the words “Program Ready” over and over. Andy didn’t know what would happen. All his sergeant could tell him was that the research division for intelligence needed volunteers for an experiment involving interrogation. Anyone who signed up and stayed for the entire three hours of the program would get three whole days of leave. For the soldiers in his unit who been through two weeks of POW training, this seemed like a great deal, especially since Wilks was able to reassure them that the program was less arduous than the two weeks they had suffered through. Of the soldiers who had volunteered, he was the first to undergo the program.

“Program initiated,” The computer voice said, and suddenly, the capsule started rumbling gently with vibrations. The sterile white light vanished and was replaced by a dim red. Andy could hear the gears winding. Something was happening, and he looked around frantically for it.

The monitor showed numbers counting down from a minute.

Something small and pointed touch each sole of his feet. Finding their target, they proceeded to explore the skin of his soles.

Andy never thought himself as particularly ticklish, but he could not help clenching his toes and reflexively trying to pull his feet in as the probes relentlessly crawled all over his soles. He tried to keep his mind off what was happening to his feet and focused on the monitor. One minute passed, and he was relieved when the probes retracted themselves into the capsule wall and the computer informed him he had two minutes to rest.

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The IHID control room:

“Wow,” Sergeant Wills stared at the monitor. It showed a pair of feet, presumably Private Andy’s, being attacked by a pair of thin sticks protruding from a small box in the wall of the capsule. “That’s your great interrogation program?” he scoffed.

Dr. Wilson replied, “Don’t judge so soon, Wilks. The program haven’t even been running for a minute yet, and look at your man.” He clicked a button, switching to another monitor.

Andy was obviously in some discomfort, trying hard to pull his legs, or at least move his ankles out of reach of the things that were tickling him, but strapped down as he was, he had nowhere to hide.

“The machine will run for a minute, then two, then four, then eight, up to sixteen minutes with two minute’s rest in between. A total of,” he flipped through a sheaf of papers, “Forty-one minutes.”

“You expect to break a man with forty-one minutes of tickling?” Wilks retorted disbelievingly.

“Don’t underestimate the program. The computer is designed to detect spots on Andy’s soles which are the most sensitive, and adjust itself to hit those spots more frequently as the time limit becomes longer. And remember,” he added with a smile, “The program is three hours long, not a mere forty-one minutes.”

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IHID capsule: Start of sixteen minute-long Sole Tickling

He lost control somewhere during the four-minute long session and couldn’t stop laughing from then. Since then, the two minute rest intervals seemed frustratingly short while the eight minute tickle session lasted forever.

The probes were getting more sadistic, tickling his soles without a discernible pattern, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, tracing every kind of pattern across his sensitive sole skin. He could feel a hardon coming on for some unknown reason, and was glad that no one could see it.

Only a minute of the sixteen had passed! Fifteen more to go, surely he could get through this. Andy, between convulsive chortling, checked the timer again. He blinked. The timer had stopped running and was fixed at 14.56, but the tickling went on with a vengeance.

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The IHID control room:

Doctor Wilson chuckled. “The timer stopped.”

“What?” Sergeant Wilks got to his feet, concerned.

“It’s alright, just part of the program,” Wilson explained. “It has a psychological effect to make the time seem longer. Look, Andy seems to be enjoying himself.”

Andy was laughing uncontrollably, trying hard to jerk his arms and legs free from the restrains. Despite the cold (the monitor displayed a temperature of 18 degrees Celsius), his PT shirt was stained with sweat and more sweat was rolling off his forehead.

“Is he okay?” Wilks asked.

“His heart rate is high but that’s to be expected,” Wilson replied.

“Everything looks fine to me.”

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IHID capsule: (7 minutes into the 16 minute session)

Andy longed to press the abort button. In fact, he opened the plastic casing over it several times, half-daring himself to press it. But he didn’t. If his friends heard that he succumbed to tickling, they would never let him forget it.

The computer must be spoiled, he thought. Surely it has been sixteen minutes by now.

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IHID control room: (8th minute of 16)

“Hey Wilks, watch this,” Wilson said and clicked his mouse.

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IHID capsule: (8 minutes into the 16 minute session)

The probes suddenly stopped. Andy closed his eyes in relief, panting heavily. It was over.

After a second of peaceful quiet, the probes cheerfully whirred to life again.

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IHID control room: (8th minute of 16)

“You are a sadistic bastard, Wilson,” Wilks scolded, laughing at the comical expression of sheer dismay on his soldier’s face when the machine started running again.

“Just part of the program, Sergeant. Uh oh, is he going to press it?”

Wilson asked, seeing Andy flip open the plastic casing again. Andy did not. “That was close. It would be quite the embarrassment if one of your men gave up so early,” he said wryly.

“He won’t,” Wilks replied confidently.

“Really?” Wilson asked, “Let’s see how he handles the next big disappointment.”

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IHID capsule: (14 minutes of 16)

The monitor flickered and caught his eye. The countdown was running again, from where it had stopped at 14.56. 14.55…14.54…..14.53…Andy started to swear.

IHID capsule 16 minutes of 16

In mid giggle, sharply, the red light switched off and cold white light replaced it. Simultaneously, the foot probes retracted and the calm computer voice declared a five minute rest period. Andy relaxed. It was really over this time.

The monitor started to count down from 5 minutes.

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IHID control room: (4th minute of 5 minute break)

The computer started beeping.

Dr. Wilson started pushing keys, concentrating intently on his monitor.

“What’s going on, Wilson?” Wilks leaned forward to look. The capsule was flooded in red light again. A metal claw had descended from the roof of the capsule, and Andy was staring at it nervously.

“Have to do things manually here. We haven’t a safe automated way of doing this yet.” Wilson squinted at the monitor, which began to zoom in.

“This? What’s ‘this’?” Wilks demanded.

The claw lowered itself until it rested on the metal cuff around Andy’s neck. It opened its jaws to bite on the front part of the collar of the shirt, and with a buzzing sound, proceeded to cut the shirt open from collar to waist.

“It’s perfectly safe,” Wilson said as he guided the claw. “The part that is doing the cutting is never in direct contact with his skin. Okay, now for the sleeves.” The claw moved unerringly to cut the left sleeve from the edge at the arm to the collar, then worked on the right. Andy was yelling at the claw, but he didn’t dare to move for fear of being cut.

“All right, I’m done. Lowering the capsule temperature now.” The claw bit down on each segment of the shredded shirt and yanked it away. “You did bring a spare change of clothes for him like I told you, did you?”

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IHID capsule: (4th minute of the 5 minute break)

Andy shivered. The machine had chop his shirt into three pieces, yanked them from his torso and dropped them beside him. It only took forty-five seconds. He had fifteen seconds of amnesty left.

Monitor: 5…4….3…2…1. Rest period concluded. Phase II of IHID commencing.

A box-like part above his chest lowered from the roof of his capsule.

Disbelievingly, he saw four probes emerge from it to rest lightly on his abdomen. Each of the four had a flat, circular end, and from the flat surface of each end whirred a number of smaller probes that rotated around each other.

At his feet, he felt the probes returning to caress his soles.

Monitor: 1.00….0.59….0.58

With perfect synchrony, they started to twirl.

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IHID control room: (1st minute of Phase II)

“Wow, look at that,” Wilks whistled as he saw Andy yelling and laughing as the six probes tickled him. He could see the muscles in the soldier’s abdomen contracting spasmodically, the muscles in his arms and neck becoming apparent as he strained and squirm.

“A true isometric workout,” Wilson replied grinning,

“He’s turning red in the face.” Wilks commented.

Wilson stared at the readings on his monitor. “Heart rate still in the safe range. Nothing to worry about.”

“How long this time?” Wilks asked.

“Same as just now,” he replied, “Only that his monitor will turn off the countdown earlier, after this session in fact.”

“He won’t be able to tell how long he has for -” Wilks paused to calculate.

“Forty minutes,” Wilson supplied.

“Oh boy,” Wilks shook his head in sympathy. “Is it me or is there music playing in the background?” He could hear faint symphony music coming through the speakers interspersed with the sounds of Andy yelling and laughing.

“That’s my idea. A short piece of classical music played over and over, while the probes dance to it. It’s going to drive him nuts.”

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IHID capsule: (Beginning of the 8 minute-long full body tickling)

Andy couldn’t believe it. Two more flat ended probes were coming out of the devil’s box. The new comers paid exclusive attention to his upper chest and nipples, while four managed his abdominal area, and the two original pointed tip probes still danced on his soles. His dick was so hard that it hurt, constrained by his briefs, and his nipples were erecting.

(End of 8 minute long full body tickling: Rest interval)

Computer voice: “8 minutes IHID complete. Rest interval.” The capsule flooded with white light again.

He couldn’t believe that he lived through it. Even though the probes had withdrawn, his muscles still twitched spasmodically in the cold air though nothing had touched them.

Computer voice: “Fifteen seconds rest interval beginning now.”

Fifteen seconds! The monitor had ceased to countdown an eternity ago, so he couldn’t check to see if there was a mistake. Anxiously he counted to fifteen. Nothing.

Another five seconds later. Still nothing but that confounded music.

The light of the capsule changed to red. Swearing, Andy steeled himself as he watched the probes descend to molest his unprotected body. His arms were moving! Helplessly, he felt the table move under his restrained arms, bringing them away from his body – Exposing his armpits! Two tiny probes with the flat ends emerged from the table between his arms and his torso.

Computer voice: “Beginning sixteen minutes IHID now.”

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IHID control room: (After 5 minutes REST, Beginning Phase III)

“What happens now?” Wilks asked, watching Andy groan as his sweat drenched body twitched.

“Hang on,” Wilson replied. He typed in a command, and the metal claw dropped from the ceiling. With the precision shown when removing Andy’s shirt, the claw, controlled by Wilson, tore off his shorts. Wilks could hear Andy repeating “shit…shit…shit…shit” through the speaker. The claw then snag the edge of his white briefs, and pulled downwards, exposing his scrotum and penis. His dick was as straight as a spear.

Wilson typed another command. A translucent tube with a metal cylindrical dropped from the ceiling of the capsule over Andy’s pelvic area. Guided by remote, the metal cylinder fitted snugly over Andy’s penis, covering it completely from sight.

“Good God, what is that?” Wilks gaped.

“Here,” Wilson took something from a drawer and tossed it to Wilks, “It’s the same as that black metal thing there.”

Wilks peered into it. There were a few short bristle-like things on the interior surface, and a whole colony of longer ones at one end.

Whatever it was, it was starting its work, for Andy suddenly started straining harder than ever and making gasping sounds.

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IHID capsule: (Phase III)

“No…stop it,” Andy gasped. The metal tube was brushing the shaft of his penis lightly and the tip more heavily with some things that made his dick even harder than it was. Worse, the tube was sucking him. He was going to ejaculate, he knew it, in this wretched container. The brushing sped up and just as he was a about to come, he felt a sharp painful jolt in his phallus. His dick lost some of its turgidity instantly.

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IHID control room: (Phase III)

“That metal thing is stimulating him to ejaculate,” Wilson explained, “And the computer is monitoring him so that the moment he is about to ejaculate, the metal thing will emit a sharp electric shock…Get the picture?”

“Ow,” Wilks nodded.

“This is the part A of the last phase,” Wilson continued. “He is to be denied ejaculation for forty five minutes, though he doesn’t know that. Let’s see if he can hold out for that long.”

IHID control room: (PHASE III A – first 15 minutes)

The expression on Andy’s face was that of complete need and frustration.

Wilks could see his muscles straining to tear away from his bonds and obtain what was denied to him. Andy’s right hand was clenched into a fist, refusing even to touch the button cap.

“Bet you he won’t last the next fifteen minutes,” Wilson chuckled.

“Oh, what’s gonna happen next?” Wilks asked, not taking his eyes off the struggling soldier.

“Wait and see.” Fifteen minutes later, the machine at Andy’s soles which was quiet so far in Phase III rumbled into life. Andy started screaming and laughing as the machine tickled his soles with devilish skill.

“Hmm,” Wilson studied the monitor readouts, “He has tried to ejaculate and was denied something like once every minute. The rate will go up now, I dare say.”

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IHID capsule: (Phase III A – Last 15 minutes)

Dammit, he mentally sobbed when the machine electric shocked him again.

He had to cum. Let me cum dammit! Do anything you want to me later….Droplets of precum was being sucked up the tube but they gave him no relief.

To his horror, the probes from the metal box above his chest, and those from the table next to his armpits whirled into life again. Together they relentlessly tickled him into a state of unceasing laughing convulsions.

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IHID control room: (Phase III B)

“Alright, that’s enough,” Wilson said aloud when the timer reached forty-five minutes. “Time to give your stud the thing he desires most in the world.” The computer whirred, and suddenly, Wilks saw a white fluid stream up through the tube. “There he goes.”

“That’s it?” Wilks asked, “The probes are still tickling him.” Despite Andy’s continued convulsive straining, Wilks could see a look of infinite relief on his face.

“Yeah, so they will continue,” Wilson replied, distractedly studying the monitor.

“I don’t understand.” Another white gush of semen was sucked up the tube.

“We are in phase IIIB now. The machine will keep making Andy ejaculate till the whole three hours is up, which is another thirty minutes.” Andy ejaculated again. “Hmm…that’s unusually fast. Better power down a little.” Wilson started typing.

Ten minutes later.

Andy was yelling “No no no no…” amidst his laughter.

Another white jet. Wilks could see him sobbing in pain now.

The computer suddenly emitted a long beep. “Ah finally,” Wilson smiled, “He aborted the program. Time he lasted – Two hours and forty-three minutes. You trained him well, Wilks. That’s quite a good time.”

“Thanks. Can I bring him back now?” Wilks asked.

“Yeah, send him round sometime tomorrow afternoon for his interview. So, do you still think the IHID is a piece of expensive junk?” Wilson asked slyly.

“It’s seems effective, but I can’t say for sure.”

“Well, after we finish with this batch of volunteers, you could give it a try. Not this program though, you already seen it. I will modify it, make it something different, unique for you.”

Wilks hesitated, then nodded.

“All right, if we have the time, Wilson.” He left to pick up his exhausted man.

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IHID = Induced Hypersensitivity Interrogation Device

Jasper Zilch

The author ties up the hunky 18 yo captain of his boarding school’s rugby team and subjects him to a tickle torture session to get even with him for making him clean up the tv room.
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Hi Neighbor!
by TXBound
Series: Hi Neighbor

I moved into a nice neighborhood a couple of years ago. Great location but the homes have large lots, except for mine, but all are heavily lanscaped. I met Rick and his wife a couple of months after I moved into the house. They seemed to be a nice couple. She was evidently the worker in the relationship and had a big corporate position. Their home was large and with lots of trees. I couldn’t see their backyard but assumed it was large with a pool since I saw a pool service come by quite often.

Rick looked like a California Beach Boy except he was in his 30’s. From looking at him he spends a lot of time at the gym and pool or on his boat that is parked in the driveway sometimes. Dark, golden smooth tan with blond short but curly hair. His wife was just the opposite she was lite skinned with dark hair but beautiful. Sort of a Barbie/Ken couple.

As summer came Rick would be out in his yard more and I was always out working. I’m in pretty good shape myself and enjoy working outside in the yard and in the backyard at my pool. Every time that I see Rick he says hello and we talk some. I see him a couple of times outside in his swim suit and he really is a good looking guy. Great body with big pec’s, biceps and legs all lightly covered in blond curly hair that has been trimmed. He looks like a male model that you would see modeling swimsuits.

On Saturday I have seen Rick out in the front yard and we talked. It was hot so we both just had on workout shorts and tennis shoes. I had finished working on the yard and told him I thought I would go for a swim after I finished. I get everything cleaned up and go to the pool. Since I live alone, I strip down and jump in the cool pool. There is something about getting in the pool naked that just makes my dick hard. I start playing with myself and have a great hard on in a few minutes. I move to the shallow end of the pool and start jerking off and reach around and stick a finger up my ass to make it more intense. I get to the point of exploding cum everywhere and I hear someone clear their voice. I turn to see Rick standing there as I shoot my load into the pool. Rick laughs and asks if he can borrow my blower since it looks like I have already blown. I am a little confused and he adds that he would like to borrow my leaf blower. I don’t know what to do and he just stands there while I stand in knee deep water with my dick in one hand and my other hand fingering my ass. He then adds, “nice show – hot body!”

He doesn’t move, I slowly release my self and get down into the water. I tell him the blower is in the garage. He laughs and tells me thanks but the garage door is closed. I have to get out of the water and he hands me a towel and we go get the blower. As he leaves he tells me that maybe we can go swimming some time. I am thinking this guy is hot but he is married.

Several weeks go by and I am out working one Saturday. I have my ladder out and am up at the top of it trying to clean out gutters. As usual I just have on a loose pair of workout shorts that are loose and about mid thigh. I like to go commando when I wear them and never wear a shirt so I can get some sun. I can see into Rick’s yard and he is out there as well he only has shorts on as well and he is down in a squatting down and his dick is hanging out of his shorts and almost touching the ground. Wow this guy is hot. His skin is glistening from his sweat. I get so absorbed in trying to be cool that I almost fall. The next thing I know Rick is over telling me that he will help hold the ladder for me. I try to concentrate on my gutters but can see him looking up at me from the bottom and looking up my shorts. He clearly has an unobstructed view since I am commando. All os a sudden the ladder shifts and I start to fall back. I feel a hand go up the back of my shorts and to my ass as I am falling. Rick’s hand finds its way easily to my ass cheek and two fingers quickly enter my ass hole and he just holds me there. I had been out the night before and had partied so my ass had been loosened up. He looks up and smiles and tells me that I am lucky that he was there. I smile and tell him that I sure was. I can feel his fingers moving and rubbing my prostrate. After what seemed like quite a while his hand retreats from my ass. And I slowly get off the ladder. As I get down from the ladder I can tell that his dick is hard the way it is poking at the cotton shorts. He looks at me and notices that I had scratched my pec, right across my nipple.

Rick reaches up and puts his hand on my chest and flicks at my nipple which stings some. My dick then comes alive and he notices. Rick insists that I go over to his house because he has a first aid kit and he will disinfect the cut. I try to get out of it because my dick is now poking against the cotton shorts as well but he insists. We get to his house and he has me sit on a stool in the kitchen while he gets the first aid kit. When he returns he puts some alcohol on a cotton ball and wipes my chest. I cringe some because it stings. He then tells me that the antiseptic that he will use may sting some more so he starts rubbing it on my pec and nipple with his hand. His other hand finds its way to my thigh/groin area. Since my shorts had ridden up when I sat down, my dick was exposed and his hand was clearly grazing my dick and balls. He continues with the treatment and my dick is hard by now.

When he finishes he asks if I would like a beer and I say yes. He sits across from me and starts a conversation. His dick is still hard and he raises one leg up on the stool so that it hangs out and is in clear view. Wow, this guy is so hot that I can hardly control myself. He just seems to enjoy teasing me without doing anything. It is almost like foreplay but this is definitely the longest foreplay I have ever seen. As the conversation continues he tells me that Peggy, his wife, will be out of town for a couple of weeks. That sounds like an invitation to me but I keep my cool. He then tells me that he is going to have some guys over that night to watch the matches and wants to know if I want to come over. I didn’t know what matches and was embarrassed to ask so I just said sure. He gives me the details and tells me that the pool will be open and I can just wear a speedo if I like. I tell him that I don’t own a speedo and he tells me that he has suits for guests, or I can just go like I do in my pool – naked. That was somewhat embarrassing and exciting at the same time.

That night I look out my front door and see some really nice cars parking. Evidently Rick hangs with some high rollers. Some actually arrive in speedos and flip flops while other at least have t-shirts and shorts on. I arrive after several guests have already arrived. His pool was on a large wooded lot with lots of privacy. Everyone was on a patio that had tv’s larger than the one I had in my house. The matches turned out to be wrestling matches. They guys seemed to enjoy their matches and knew every wrestler and his moves. There were about 10 guys at the party and all were good looking and in shape with beautiful tans. As the night wore on and more drinks were had, the physical activity increased. A couple of times a few of the guys would start wrestling on the patio and get each other in headlocks or arm holds. Rick would tell them to wait until later. He introduced me to all of his friends and told them that he had walked in on me while I was swimming naked and beating off with a finger up my ass. They all laughed and said that is the only way to swim. With that most of them stripped and jumped into the pool. Not to be singled out I did the same. At 10 o-clock I hear some noise and a bunch of practically naked women all tall with heels and very short shorts. Evidently this is a common event because they all seem to know the guys and hug and kiss each one and grab some of the guys dicks and they laugh. Rick then introduces me and they look me over and one by one come over and hug me and one by one they either grab my ass or my dick and whisper in my ear that they want some time with me. I am gay but these girls are a real turn on but something was odd, Rick tells them to get set up. I don’t know what that means but I am about to find out.

They start bring in equipment and take some guys to another rooms and they tell the rest of us to sit down. They then start giving us manicures and pedicures which I certainly wasn’t use to. Of course all of the guys are naked so the girls run their hands up our legs while massaging our feet and the girl that was doing my pedicure leans over and kisses the head of my dick which brings it go life and they all start laughing and telling me that the one eyed snake is looking for a hole to crawl into. The foot massage feels great and they are really rubbing my legs thigh and forearms which keeps me hard. The other guys are still yelling at the wrestling matches on TV while having their pedicures/manicures and in some cases getting their dicks sucked.

Rick comes out from somewhere and he looks different and is brushing off his chest. His dick is hard and sticking out as one of the girls comes over and immediately starts licking his balls and dick. He looks over at me and tells me when I am finished to go into the bedroom for a shave and trim. Not sure what to expect I finish and get up and walk in and there is a guy standing with his legs spread and a girl is running clippers over his body giving him a body trim. There is another guy laying back and lathered up in two critical spots his face and his balls. The girl is slowly shaving him and gently caressing his swollen dick while gliding the razor over his balls. I get up there and the girls tells me to stand on the table. She starts using the trimmers on my legs, chest, arms, underarms and finally my ass. All the while she is running the clippers over my body she gently caresses me. Her raspy voice tells me to bend over so she can trim my ass crack. She then tells the other girl that she will need to shave my ass.

She takes me over to the girl with the razor who just whispers to me in a deep quiet voice to lay down and spread my legs. I had never had any shave me before and this was very erotic. I have to admit the shaving of my balls almost made me cum. She then tells me to lay on my stomach and she starts shaving my ass hole to my balls very slowly. She also gently starts playing with my ass which makes me moan. She leans over and almost lays on me and kisses my neck. I swear I could feel a bulge.

When we are finished I go back to the pool area and some of the guys are wrestling in the pool and the girls are yelling for their favorite cock. Rick then announces that it is time for the matches. All the guys are naked and we all head to the garage where a wrestling ring has been set up on the floor. Evidently these guys get their kicks by wrestling in the nude. Rick then has everyone draw a number to find out who their first match will be with. I catch Rick and tell him that I’m not sure about this because I have never really wrestled. He assures me that it will all be fun. The rules state that there will be a winner’s bracket and losers bracket. The winners take all. I wasn’t sure what that meant but he told me it would be fun.

We are to wrestle odd’s vs even. My number is 1 and I see Rick smiling, he is number two. The girls then pass around shots with 200mg of viagra. Evidently the objective is to make sure we are hard while fighting. I get into the ring and the bell rings I try to stay out of his reach and the girls and guys are all yelling. Rick grabs my legs and pulls them out from under me and I fall fact down on the mat. I feel him on top of me with his cock sliding into my crack. Everyone is laughing, drinking and yelling. Rick is strong and those pecs and biceps are bulging now as he flips me over and pins my shoulders and kisses me hard and forces my mouth open to accept his tongue down into my throat. On a count of three he is declared the winner. He moves to the winners round I move to the losers. The matches continue. Some last longer and some guys enjoy grabbing my balls and dick to leverage themselves. All of them try to pin me and stick their dicks in my mouth and ass but never penetrate. While I continue to loose Rick continues to win. He is quite good and hardly breaks a sweat but that body looks good glistening in the pale light in the garage.

The final match is over. I am the loser and Rick is the winner. He comes over to me and reminds me that winners take all. His attitude has changed now and he is aggressive and tells me to get on my knees when I don’t he tries to force me down but I resist. Four guys are immediately there and I am overpowered and forced to my knees and I am forced to start sucking his cock. He grabs my ears and holds my head while he fucking my face. He then pushes me over and throws my legs over my head and starts fucking my freshly shaved ass. I can feel him cuming in my ass and as he finishes the other guys take turns while the girls all watch and yell. When the guys finish Rick tells the guys that there are cigars and sex in the pool and they all start to leave. He then yells back, girls, he is all yours. Suddenly the girls are all around me and my hands and head are restrained. A mouth spreader is inserted and I suddenly realized why, these were not girls at all . I suddenly am forced across a table where my ass and mouth are available for assault. The girls are coming at me from all angles and they want their prize. You would expect them to have small dicks but some of these are the biggest dicks I have ever seen. I am then laid on a table where a extremely tight cock ring is put on my raging hard on by now. The girls take turns fucking themselves on my hard dick. I want to cum so bad but the ring is so tight it cuts into my skin and I can’t cum. After they finish they put me into a sling that Rick has put up and they all take turns shooting their loads repeatedly in my open ass. My head is lowered so I can eat out their asses. They then hang me from the ceiling and starting flogging my ass. Believe these are no ladies the way they were flogging me. My ass was blood red and stinging as they started fucking me again and Rick comes in to take the last winner fuck.

I think I am about finished when Rick announces that it is time for the girls to fix me a drink. They carry me outside to the lawn where I am tied down on the ground with stakes. A funnel with a hose is put into my mouth and attached to a pole. The girls come first and start taking turns pissing on me and and jacking off into the funnel that is taped into my mouth. I start gagging and one of the girls grabs my balls and tells me to swallow. Then all the guys come over and start pissing all over me and jacking off into the funnel. Rick finally comes over and drops something into the funnel and then pisses in it and on my face and chest. He tells me to swallow. He must have been holding it for hours. He then picks up my legs and starts fucking me again I feel his huge cock throbbing in my ass and I feel him explode in me again. I start getting dizzy and the last this I remember is Rick saying “he has a sweet ass, I’ll have to get more of that.

I woke up the next day in my own bed. I start thinking that I must have dreamed everything the night before I have a terrible headache and taste in my mouth but I am clean and freshly showered. I look under the covers and as usual I am naked because I normally sleep that way. One things is different there is a ring of red lipstick around my shaved cock and balls and my ass is sore. When I finally get up and get the paper on the driveway, Rick is already out. He smiles and says “Hi Neighbor” and pulls out his dick for me to see. I see his wife driving up their driveway and get out of the car. She waves to me and he gives her a big hug, kiss and squeeze on the ass. As they walk into the house I see him turn his head to me and smile and lick his lips.

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A young black man is drugged and abducted in Part 1 of Blackjack’s first story submission.
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Corey’s Night Out – Part 1
by Blackjack

Corey lay asleep naked on his side on the bed, Mostyn laid next him. The sun peaked through a crack in the curtain. It made a yellow spot on Corey’s naked pale brown thigh. “Ah,” Mostyn groaned as he stretched his arms above his head, “Oh!” he gasped as he looked down and saw Corey’s naked body next to him. “OH,” he thought “I’ve never had a black boy before.” He stared at the size of Corey’s ass and thigh. He urged to touch and fondle Corey’s nakedness he itched to reach out and let his hand flow over the contours of Corey’s body. “No I can’t he whispered to himself “this boy must be willing he must be awake first.”

Corey groaned and resettled himself on the bed. He lifted one eye lid as he realised that someone was touching him. Was this just a dream? “Where am I?” he thought His tiredness took over and he fell asleep.

Mostyn lay back with his hands behind his head. He quickly became excited again as he lay there watching his dick get hard at the thought of the black boy lying next to him. His thoughts drifted to the night before.

The ball room was dark with just a set of lights on low. The MC was introducing guests as they arrived. “Mr Corey Chambers and Miss Bella Smythe,” he announced in a loud voice. Bella’s arm was wrapped around Corey’s fore arm he escorted her to the table. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked her.

“OH a Soda would be fine,” Bella replied. Corey disappeared into dark of the corner of the ball room his purple suit did not help under the faded lighting. He returned to the table with two cups of drink. Music began to play and people shuffled and danced on the dance floor under swirling multi-coloured lights.

“Dance?” Corey asked holding out his hand.

“Sure why not,” Bella replied.

No sooner had they got to the dance floor than the MC made an announcement. “Mr Walter and Mrs Smythe,” Bella continued dancing with Corey, but they soon rudely interrupted.

“What are doing girl?” Walter shrieked as he grabbed Bella by the arm.

“But daddy, daddy,” Bella protested as Walter dragged her from the dance floor.

“Sir!” Corey said moving towards Walter. He was stopped by Walter’s hand reaching out and pushing Corey in the throat.

“My little girl isn’t going to be with any of you people,” Walter said angrily.

Corey stood in the middle of the dance floor holding his throat all he could do was shrug his shoulders.
Walter and Martha walked Bella out of the ball room leaving a stunned Corey stood there with the crowd of guests gawking at him. Corey felt ashamed he looked down at the floor ad turned to walk back to his table. He sat down but he felt he could hear someone whispering to him. Corey was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You coming to Craig Thompson’s house?” a voice asked him.

“Ah,” Corey gasped as looked up to see who was asking the question. A tall lanky teenage boy called Noel Stephens stood at Corey’s shoulder.

“Come on Corey come over here and have some punch?” Stephens pleaded. “You deserve better than that,” Stephens said.

Corey got up and walked with Stephens to a table where there were three boys, they stood around a bowl whispering. They were trying to conceal what they doing. On seeing the boy’s huddled around the punch bowl Stephens urged Corey with the words “Be careful what you drink,” Stephens whispered in Corey’s ear.

“Huh,” Corey said.

“Just be wary of what they offer you,” Stephens reiterated.

“Here dude have a drink,” one of the boys said handing Corey a paper cup with a red liquid in it. Corey took it and had a sip. “No man you gotta drink it up,” the small kid on the other side of table said. Corey glared at the boy and took the cup and drank deeply from it. No sooner had he finished than his head began to spin, he had an awful feeling in his stomach. “Have some more,” heard the small boy say as another cup was placed in his hand. Man after what you been through you must feel like shit,” a boy said. “Drink up then we’ll go to Craig’s party,” someone said as they slapped Corey on the back.

Corey was helped to the car his gait was as wobbly as his was inside his head. Come on a voice boomed. Corey felt arms helping him out of the car. He was helped into Craig’s house and onto a seat. “Wait here I’ll get us some pop,” a voice urged Corey looked around and could only find one familiar face in the crowd.

The music touched Corey’s ears it was rhythmic seductive music. Corey’s head felt like it was still spinning. There was an urge with in Corey he began to sway in time with the music. He felt like he was being seduced by the sound. He jumped up on a table and began to gyrate his hips and pelvis something came over him and began slowly taking off his clothes. His waved the blazer over his head and let it go it seemed to fly through the air. The crowd was whooping and egging Corey on. Next his shirt came off then he put his hands on the hips of his trousers. The belt came off then the zip opened up, revealing a large lump it was pushing out the duck egg blue underwear. The maroon trousers slipped down to Corey’s ankles, he wobbled as he bent down and took one foot at a time out of the leg holes. He wiggled his hips and his ass as he threw the trousers to the cheering audience. He breathed a deep sigh and fell backwards. Everything was spinning before his eyes but he managed to get up and slip out of his bikini brief underpants. His torso writhed swayed and his ass wiggling all the time. As his hips gyrated as his dick wobbled. His head felt fuzzy and he leaned back. He fell and fell until he landed in the arms of two young men.

“Come on kid let’s get in the sack,” one of the young men said. They lowered Corey to his feet but he swayed uneasily on his feet. One boy grasped Corey’s arm and the other placed a hand on the small of Corey’s back.

“Just a minute!” Stephens gasped as watched Corey and the two boys disappear into a room down the hall. Stephens blinked as he thought he saw the hand on the small of Corey’s back slide down to Corey’s ass.

“Oh my head,” Corey groaned as he rolled over and saw a boy with blond hair staring at him. The boy looked fuzzy and unclear to Corey. Ohhph,” Corey moaned as he dropped back down on the mattress. Then Corey felt something on the shaft of his dick. He stored down at his phallus and saw the long white finger moving gently up and down his charcoal colored rod. “What the fuck are doi…” Corey upper body fell back down onto the mattress, his elbow no longer able to hold his upper body up.

“Oh whee,” Craig sealed with delight as he saw the white chord attached to Corey’s left wrist. It had come off the metal bed head and was loose around the caramel colored wrist. Craig took the chord and re tied it to Corey’s wrist. He pulled it up and tied it to the bed head. Craig was as naked as Corey was and now he had the 21 year old black kid all to himself. Craig was delighted that Corey was basically immobile and he was in the same bed as he, Craig was.

Craig shuffled across the bed and sat on Corey’s face, he wiggled his ass to make himself comfortable and to make sure that Corey got his fair share of ass. Craig lent forward and grabbed Corey’s dick he rubbed and caressed until a drip of precum appeared then he set about aggressively sucking Corey off. He shifted his position and began to fondle Corey’s current colored nipples. “Arrgg,” Corey moaned as Craig pinched the left nipple. Craig became horny as twisted Corey’s nipples. “OH my own private black boy,” Craig mumbled. Craig’s hands slipped down to where Corey’s balls should have been but he only found the shaft of Corey’s 8 inch dick. Craig looked down only to find that Corey’s balls were stuck between his thighs and poked out the back. He reached over at his captive’s testicles and fondled them and rubbed them. “OH Corey I am gonna make you my slave, my own private slave.” Craig looked down Corey’s body and saw that his feet were bound at the ankles “Ohh,” he squealed in exaltation. He took Corey’s dick in his hand and began to pull it “Oh you are smooth Craig whispered. He lowered his head and sucked, and sucked Corey off. Corey groaned as his nether region hurt. Soon Craig had more than he could handle. Corey laid back exhausted and he passed out.

“I don’t know what happened,” Corey said “I only know that I woke up next to this blonde kid and I was all trussed up like a thanks giving turkey.” Corey looked at Justin with a hang dog expression. Justin lent forward and put his hand on Corey’s naked thigh he smiled at Corey, Corey looked at Justin and realized that Justin’s touch was making him Horney. Justin’s dark hand complimented Corey’s caramel tones. “I am going to have a shower then I am off to bed,” Corey said he stood up. Corey turned to Justin “How did I get home?” he asked in a plaintive voice.

“Stephens brought you home don’t you remember,” Justin said.

Corey got in the shower moments later Justin joined him. Justin pushed Corey up against the glass and they kissed, Justin held Corey’s wrists flat upon the glass.

The finished showering and Justin patted Corey dry with a towel then Justin led Corey into the bed room. With his foot he gave the door a shove and it slammed closed.

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Cowboy Ed decides to bite the hand that feeds him and steals $700 from a generous friend. Scooter decides to take matters into his own hands and teach the straight muscular hairy cowboy a lesson he won’t forget in this tickling revenge story from Scooter McGraw.
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Payback for Cowboy Ed
by Scooter McGraw

Ed moved in with me shortly after he broke up with his wife. He’s straight as an arrow, so I never hit on him. But, man, was he a hunk. Five foot nine, 180 pounds, most of it in his upper body. Big ol’ walrus type moustache. Hairy all over. He was a mason by trade, and had the blue collar muscles to prove it. Always walked around in western wear, and sported a very well-worn pair of size 10 EEE cowboy boots.

I used to get him out of bed in the morning by pulling the covers up, and tickling the bottoms of those big, wide feet until he woke. It became a morning ritual, and although he couldn’t stand it, put up with it. He WAS living in my house for free at the time.

To make a long story short, he stole my checkbook while I was out of town one weekend, and helped himself to $700 of my hard-earned money. I didn’t know he’d done it until a month later, after he’d moved out. The police wouldn’t do much to help me, and he was punished by spending exactly ONE night in jail.

Well, Scooter’s got a vigilante mentality, and decided to take matters into his own hands. Finding a willing friend, I’d pay him to meet Ed at the local bar, and buy him drinks until Ed passed out, dead drunk. Ed would be dumped into my car, and we’d head to a buddy’s camp that’s well hidden in the woods in the remotest section of the nearby Adirondack Mountains.

Upon awakening, he’d find himself in the following predicament:

He’s lying on his back with his arms pressed firmly at his sides, coil after coil of rope circling his torso and arms. Another rope would run across his chest, under his armpits, each end securely fastened to the legs at the head of the bed. A third rope would circle his waist, then run under the bed, fastened to the legs at the center. A fourth rope is tightly looped around one cowboy-booted ankle, stretched taut, and tied to a leg at the foot of the bed.

His other foot is bare, its cowboy boot and boot sock casually tossed to the side. A rope is tied around this ankle, similar to his booted foot, but there appears to be some kind of slip knot tied in the middle, that only needs a free hand to pull on it and loose the leg. A string is tied around his big toe, which is very taut and goes from his foot through an eyebolt in the wall, to a hat rack standing in the corner, where the other end passes through, around, and against…the trigger of his favorite six-shooter that’s securely fastened to the rack.

I show him that the safety of the gun is engaged, as I hold up one bullet, a blank (but he knows not), placing it in the chamber, then spinning the cartridge so he doesn’t know which round will have the bullet. I tell him, “Don’t you dare move your foot, or you’ll blow your head off. Maybe not the first time ya move, but soon”, as I theatrically flip the safety off. I tug on the slip knot of the rope holding his bare foot in place, and the rope falls to the floor, completely freeing his leg. I croon, “There, now…ya ain’t even got the rope to help ya stay still, anymore. Suffer.”

I leave the room, sit, and wait. Maybe he’ll twitch his toes a little too much, and we’ll hear a “CLICK!”, as the empty chamber advances. Eventually, I’ll come back, to find him sweatin’…uh…bullets.

That’s when I’ll pull a chair up to the foot of the bed, and taunt him about learning his lesson. Of course, he’ll readily admit his guilt, and beg forgiveness. But I won’t be impressed. I’ll reply, “I don’t think you’ve REALLY learned not to screw your friends.”

I’ll pull a long seagull feather from my pocket, white with an evil-looking black tip, stroke it through my fingers, and pull my chair right up to his bare foot. Then the s-l-o-w stroking of the feather begins, up and down and across the soles. Into the toes. Across the ball of the foot. He starts to laugh, but bites his lips. No good.

The torture becomes more directed, more intense. Eventually, his butch attitude dissolves in a bellow of laughter, as he pulls his tormented tenderfoot away from the maddening tickle of the feather. We hear “CLICK!”, as I exclaim, “Only four left. Maybe less. Better not move that foot again.”

I tickle even more cruelly, until it’s impossible for him to remain still at all. A third, a fourth, a fifth “CLICK!” ensue from the gun. I have a wicked grin on my face. “This is it, Cowboy. Got any last words?”

I put the feather down, and pull “The Widowmaker” out of my back pocket. This face of this brush measures 3 1/2 by 5 inches, and has over two hundred blunted metal bristles on it. I smile, and slowly drag it once up and down his sole. No man has ever lived through a session with “The Widowmaker” and remained unchanged.

I stroke faster and faster. He struggles to remain motionless, but the thing tickles more than a man can bear. Finally, exhausted, all will destroyed, tortured beyond his ability to remain sane, he roars with laughter and yanks his foot one last time, causing the blank to fire and my dear cowboy buddy to pass out from fright.

Scooter McGraw

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Superman & Katies Adult Bookstore
by SupermanDisco

The police were busily scanning the area for the notorious cashier robber that has been succeeding in disappearing after every heist somehow, even from Superman. It’s suspected he has managed to escape from view thru a use of lead covering which Superman finds hard to penetrate with his xray vision. Somehow he plans his robberies after burying a small lead type escape portal from which he hides until the coast is clear. So far no one has been able to prove it. Superman thought it would be a good idea to foot walk the area and notify the impending neighborhood busineses that the robber was seeming to travel towards this direction next.

After notifying the local drug store he went around the corner and came across a small worn out building called KATIE’S ADULT BOOK STORE. He went inside and the door was rigged with a ringing bell, but nobody was inside except a balding cashier man slumped down appearing to read an old newspaper.

Superman cleared his throat and said to the cashier, “Excuse me, but could I have your attention please.” The old man looked up and was wearing bi-focal glasses. He looked curious, winced at Superman and laid his paper folded.

“Can I help you”, he asked.

“Yes,” Superman went on, “I’m here to warn you of a notorious robber that may be in the area soon and please be aware of it to lock your business with tight security.”

“Oh, we don’t keep much money around here,” said the old man. “Our sales are slow and we probably wont stay open for business for more than a year before we sell this place. I’m not worried.”

“Oh,” said Superman who was standing right next to the old man within good viewing range and holding his left hand steady on the counter while propping his left foot across the right. Thereby exposing the fact that he was indeed, A SUPERMAN. The old man who had worked at this adult book store was well aware of the properties of manhood. He had noticed Superman was showing quite a crotch full of radiant manhood that seemed almost ripe for awareness.

Although Superman was getting ready to excuse himself and walk out the door, the old man got an idea. A very quick, mischevious idea to input a very boring afternoon. The room itself was full of x-rated books and x-rated gadgets filling the tables full of technology gone to waste. It seems the Internet systems had take a good deal of business away on the convenient online catalogs. Everyone was receiving shipment orders rather than being seen in an adult book store. It was time for a bit of naughty fun with Superman.

As Superman walked away heading for the door, the old man called out, “Just one minute. Could I interest you in a delightful gadget, Superman?”

Superman stopped and looked about, but shrugged he was not interested. Too bad for Superman though, cause he happened to stop near a remote controlled device that could be operated from where the old man was standing behind the register. Standing much too close to the table with the operating device of a sex invention called THE SUPER SUCKER. The old man held the remote and clicked it on. Superman became slightly alarmed at the machine for turning itself on next to him and looked down at it with confusion. The machine began to move in a vibrating motion towards him. He could feel the opening of the device force itself to heave a heavy suction power that mocked a working vacuum cleaner. and this thing was noisy which made it seem more frightening. The machine was quick, though, and it began to move very close, very quick. It moved so close the spout removed itself from the bulk of the machine and shot out grabbing onto Superman’s bulge in his crotch.

Superman’s first thought was, YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. This is a kids toy gone amuck. However, the old man had other plans and he was way ahead of Superman. With the slight move of the dial on his remote control box, the suction unit drew a much more powerful force of suction. It was almost stimulating now, and just before Superman could lay his strong masculine hand on it, the suction tube swallowed the tip of his cock thru the shorts. Slowly digesting it by a quarter of an inch with each gulp. Working it’s way to what seemed like a mission.

Superman was still convinced this was a kids toy, but he watched it with a kind of pity as it drew in his cock bulge little by little. Then he noticed his dick was becoming thicker in circumference as it made it’s journey inside the hungry suctioning tube going reluctantly in deeper and deeper. The machine was not giving up. Unknowing to Superman, this machine was well thought out by it’s inventors. It was indeed built for a reason. TO SUCK DICK MEAT. And that’s all it was made to do, and to do it with unrelenting powerful strokes.

Unlike the first few sucking motions the final remaining ones were more severe. It clasped his dick full throttle as it began to suck and stroke in soft agonizing motion. While it was conducting this maneuver, the vacuum pac force kept a steady pace to make sure there was no chance for a drop or escape. Since there was nothing to hold onto and Superman was standing in the middle of the aisle, his hands were held motionless to his sides, but his knees were feeling shaky.

The old man in the meantime went to the entrance door and locked it making sure Superman did not release his bonds at the same time. Superman was feeling mystified that such a machine could develop such a sensation as it was doing. The sucking power alone was mesmerizing. This little machine was actually sucking him off right thru his shorts and not doing a bad job. It also had an interior rib design that drew attention by forcing a consistent rubbing over his cockhead with a continual agonizing growl of aching comfort. All this while the sucking force remained cool and steady.

He gazed slightly towards the old man who was standing some distance away, but could be seen with undeniable satisfaction in his face. Not laughing, but smiling unlike he was doing upon entering the building. The machine began a steady slurping noise that had occurred over a small period of time. Perhaps it was the lubrication happening inside his shorts. The open mouth area of the sucking mechanism seemed to be gratified on it’s magnificent performance at doing what it does best.Pleasing and making a stud man go crazy. It’s movement kept a steady rhythm of ongoing maddening sucking that started to make Superman’s forehead catch fire with droplets of sweat beads. It seemed oblivious to the fact it had a good deal of fabric to deal with, but on the other hand, seemed victorious that such fabric could not keep it’s mouth from doing it’s chore engulfing the hardened dick meat over and over again.

This time Superman could feel his neck muscles stiffen and his mouth begin to widen with hesitation that the machine was aiming for one thing only. To make this muscleman CUM entirely in his shorts. And probably make a run for it’s money by devouring what it could to siphon out thru the fabric what the shorts could not contain. It’s impending eagerness seemed to defy rationality in that it’s capabilities seemed to be tireless in it’s search for glory.

Suddenly Superman found his hands want to grab a hold of something, but still couldn’t. So he raised them up from his sides a bit as the machine whizzing in noisy capture began deep throating The Man of Steel viciously. He closed his eyes and could feel sweat pour from his eyebrow as the sucking machine kept it’s vigil of nonstop continuous sucking motion wrapping itself with satisfaction like a cobra devouring a huge rat. Sucking and sucking away with spurts and slobs, his dickmeat seemed to wanna bust out of it’s shell in order to find release into the suctioning unit hole bringing to it unequivocal helpless pleasure of SEX. It was outrageous, and Superman could no longer hold his legs steady, but they were involuntarily bending knees inward and shaking with the chill down his spine of growing pleasure.

The machine kept sucking and sucking and his tongue made it’s debut to begin to hang straight outward as the steady sucking power kept going on and on over the bulk of his cock. Superman started to heave deep sighs now and bent over slightly to alleviate them. Unlike his conscious self he noticed he was beginning to do things he would never do. His sweating face was grimacing and he could feel a wary smile journey itself to it’s sides. His eyeballs were traveling in a direction he could swear was becoming cross-eyed. Everything was seeming to double in the room. The old man became five old men moving back and forth. His huge chest muscles began to tense with a force that drove his tits to feel like tacs. But most of all, his thighs were like mush. No longer capable of holding him in a dignified manner while the Super Sucker was ending it’s course with it’s final suctioning power.

But it stopped, briefly, while the motor was still going and it picked up the pace once again and devoured and encompassed Superman’s entire dickwad holding him steady as the suctioning vacuum drew it’s last strong breath. His eyeballs hit each other in the most far-fetched cross-eyed fashion as his tongue stretched out in sweat and agony as the Super Sucker Machine full throttled it’s devouring mechanism to piston suck all the cum juice flow Superman could muster. AND THERE WAS A LOT!! His black curly head spasmed in heavy held back convulsions and sweat dripped everywhere around his face. His huge chest went the entire distance of movement as his legs shook with agonizing vigor. The machine took drop after drop right thru Superman’s shorts and kept sucking slowly til he looked up at the ceiling lights and was ready to collapse.

The machine released him and he stumbled towards the door, unlocking it, and fell face first into the parking lot dirt with his butt in the air. The old man stood and watched and nodded his head. “Tsk, tsk.” The “We are closed” sign was posted, and Superman was left in the dirt with a giant sized grin. Eyes still crossed.

@supermandisco

A hot sailor is ambushed by his equally hot fellow crew members and strung up, shaved, forced to suck cock and fucked in this hot bondage art series from gay artist Etienne.
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The Sailor
by Etienne

Etienne

Jack’s vivid and intense description of being strapped down to a medieval torture rack and having your feet tickled and tortured.
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Racked and Tickled
by Jack

Have you ever been tied and stretched on a medieval torture rack?

It is one of the most painfully intense tortures you can experience.

The further you are stretched the more painful it becomes. It can also be extremely dangerous, too. Shoulders can be dislocated, lungs can collapse, muscles and tendons can be sprained and snapped. You would definitely want to avoid being stretched out too far.

This type of torture was standard in interrogations. The victim was usually stretched painfully and then asked questions, or made to confess to heinous crimes against the church or state. With every wrong answer or refusal to talk, the cylindrical drum at the top of the rack was turned another notch, and the body was stretched more and more, inch by inch. Even after obtaining a confession, often the stretching continued until the victim passed out. Or worse. The victim usually had no control over how far his body was stretched.

But what if you found yourself tied to such a device?

What if a playfully sadistic buddy of yours had you stretched out on a torture rack? And what if he gave you the option of determining how much your body would be stretched? What if YOU could control the wheel at the head of the rack, by exercising your self-control and willpower?

And what if your buddy knew how ticklish your bare feet were?

Have you ever played “Don’t Laugh”?

It’s a great game.

What if your buddy knew of the existence of such a torture rack, in the basement dungeon of a friend in New Jersey? Yup, it does exist. You should have thought twice before making that stupid bet on our card game: loser of the poker game gets tied and tickled for one hour. I can just guess what you had in mind for me, but you lost, you cocky bastard, and now you got to pay the penalty. One hour on the rack.

You are forcibly stripped naked and marched down the cold concrete stairs to the basement dungeon. Your eyes widen as you see the rack for the first time. It looks like a long table, about waist-high, made of solid, rough-hewn wood. There is a large circular drum at one end, with a system of gears connected to a wheel that has four spokes, like handles. Iron manacles, padded with leather, are attached at the foot of the rack and also to chains which are wrapped around the drum.

You are roughly forced to lie on your back on the rack, and your bare ankles are tightly locked into the manacles at the foot of the rack. The manacles are firmly attached to the rack, spread apart about one foot, and there is absolutely no “give” to them. The leather padding presses tightly against your ankles, but protects them somewhat from the hard iron circles. Your wrists are stretched up over your head and the manacles from the chains are locked tightly around your wrists. The wheel is turned several notches, and you feel your arms being stretched tightly over your head. You test your muscles against the pull, and find that you are helpless against it. You already feel a slight strain in your arms and shoulders, but it is nothing you can’t handle. Yet.

At the foot of the rack, your bare feet feel extremely vulnerable. You try to twist and turn your ankles, but the iron manacles are locked so tightly around your ankles, that there is virtually no movement possible. You can flex your feet and wiggle your toes, but that’s it. And in a moment, even that amount of movement is taken away from you.

Two long lengths of rope are wound around the drum at the head of the rack and brought down the sides of your prone body. The ends of the ropes are brought to your bare feet, which are forced to flex back as the ends of the ropes are tightly wrapped around the base of each big toe, and tied off. The wheel is cranked another notch. You feel the ropes pull your big toes back into an even tighter flexed position. Now you realize that with each turn of the drum, not only will your body be stretched unmercifully, but your big toes will be pulled back farther and farther, with your ankles trapped in those ungiving manacles.

The “rules” of your punishment are now explained to you. Your bare feet will be tickled for one hour. Every time you laugh or make a sound, the wheel will be turned one notch tighter. If you can go for three minutes without making a sound, the wheel will be loosened one notch. Your punishment ends in one hour, or when you pass out. If you pass out, you will be removed from the rack, locked into a set of stocks, and your feet will be tickled and tortured for six hours, starting from the time you revive.

An hourglass is upended and set on a table at the foot of the rack, where you can lift up your head and watch the sand slowly trickle to the bottom. The table also contains various brushes, feathers, and other objects which you cannot quite make out.

Two soft feathers are slowly brought to the soles of your feet. they are placed laterally right across the base of your toes, and gently sawed back and forth. Your hour of tickling has begun.

With all or your might, you try to hold back the loud gasp that wants to escape from your throat, as you feel the feathers gently tickling the very sensitive bases of your toes. That’s it, buddy, hold it in. You don’t want to have that wheel turned THIS early on, do you? Man, you would be in deep shit if you started being stretched this early, wouldn’t you? Don’t laugh, man.

As the feathers continue their ticklish sawing motion back and forth across the base of your toes, you press your lips together in an attempt not to laugh out loud. Your belly begins to heave, and your breath gets shorter from your supreme effort to stifle a laugh. But the feathers don’t stop, and the base of your toes are feeling more and more ticklish by the second. You know that you are not going to be able to last much longer. Picking up your head to look at the hourglass, you are shocked to discover that hardly any sand has fallen yet. Your head hits the rack with a frustrated, dejected thump. Man, this is gonna be the longest hour of your life!

Your entire body is tense, not only from the extreme bondage and stretching, but from your drastic efforts not to laugh out loud. A glance at the clock (which is out of your sightline) shows me that three minutes have passed, so you are due for a relaxing of the stretch. Walking up to the head of the rack, the lever which holds the wheel gear in place is opened, and the wheel is turned back one notch. You immediately feel the slack of about a half an inch more freedom in your arms, and you sigh with relief as you try to move and flex your arm muscles, glad for the temporary relief. The operative word here is “temporary”. We both know where this game is heading.

Your relief is momentary, for as soon as the sigh of relief escapes from your lips, I am back at your bare feet, same soft feathers in hand, with a new tickling tactic. The feathers are placed between your big and second toes, and gently sawed back and forth. With your big toes tied and stretched back, even a little, all of your toes are separated a bit, but the space between your big and second toes is the widest, and most vulnerable. Watching your straining ab muscles as I gently move the feathers back and forth between your toes, I notice a sharp intake of breath every time the feathers rub against that web of skin at the base of your toes, where they connect to the balls of your feet. I concentrate the feathers there, swirling them around, as I enjoy your gasping and panting, still holding in your laughter with all of your might.

I decide to continue the journey down the soles of your stretched-out feet, so beginning at that very ticklish spot between your big and second toes, I lightly trace a pattern with the tips of the feathers down across the balls of your feet, right through the arches. As the soft feathers trail across your sensitive arches, you nearly lose it. I hear you gasping and panting like a dog, trying desperately not to engage your vocal chords. Your body is shaking, your abs are heaving, and your face is disfigured into a silent scream of agony. On the second trip down your arches with the feathers, an audible gasp escapes your lips. On the third trip, you are whimpering like a baby.

On the fourth trip, you lose the battle. As you exhale, a cross between a scream and a laugh uncontrollably escapes from your gaping mouth.

Too bad, buddy. You blew it. And with only 10 seconds to go before you made your three minutes. What a shame.

Hating every minute of it, I walk to the wheel and give it a crank. Your body is immediately stretched out again, back to where you started. Your big toes are also stretched back, making your bare feet feel even more vulnerable.

And now that the floodgates have opened, you will find it impossible to stifle your laughter from here on in. I know this, and will take full advantage.

Back at your feet, feathers in hand, I poise them at your toes, waiting, letting you think about it for a minute. Then, you feel the feathers gently brush across the very tips of your toes. Another gasp from you, trying desperately to hold it in. I take a minute to very gently tease the tips of your toes with the feathers, giving you hope that you will be able to last the three minutes with just this very light tickling. But just as the three minutes are about to end, I bring the feathers down and scrape them across the base of your toes again, in a lateral motion, and you gasp and laugh out loud. Man, this gentle tickling of your toes really gets to you, doesn’t it, buddy? What’s the matter, can’t you even stand it for three little minutes?

Another crank of the wheel, and you begin to feel the stretch in your arms, shoulders and chest, let alone your big toes, which those ropes pull back another half an inch or so. I hope you realize that the more you are stretched, the more vulnerable the soles of your feet are going to get. And the more pain you are going to feel in your big toes. You want to avoid that if possible, buddy. Could get pretty tough on you.

Geez, man, all you got to do is not to laugh for three minutes, and you get a break from the stretching. That’s not too hard, is it, buddy?

Back down to your helpless feet, the same soft feathers are used to really explore your helpless arches. This time, you last for about a minute of that frustratingly light tickling of your arches, huffing and puffing, snorting through your nose, trying desperately not to laugh. But the ticklish sensations to your tender arches get to you, and you once again burst out with another uncontrolled laugh. You immediately groan in frustration, knowing that you lost another round.

Another crank of the wheel, another notch tighter, slightly more pain in your arms, shoulders, chest, and toes.

The soft feathers are now replaced with stiffer feathers. These are white swan feathers, with a sharper point at the tip, but rather soft sides. The combination of the two can be brutal.

I toy with you for a few minutes, placing the tips of the feathers against the balls of your feet and gently twirling the feathers in small circles. You are heaving and whimpering like a baby again, trying not to make a sound, for as long as you can. Damn, isn’t it three minutes yet? Just before you make your time, I drag the stiff tips of the feathers quickly down the centers of your feet, from the balls to the heels, several times very quickly. Your laugh explodes from your throat. Gotcha again, buddy.

Crank. Stretch. Owwww.

These feathers are working real well, so I will stick with them for a while. Tracing random patterns across your stretched out soles has you howling in no time.

Geez, your self-control is slipping away, huh, buddy?

Sorry, dude. Another turn of the wheel, stretching you out even further. You really begin to feel the pain, now throughout your entire body. A glance at the hourglass puts you about one quarter of the way through your ordeal.

And now you begin to notice something else. The further you are stretched, the more pressure it puts on your chest, abs and ribcage. It is becoming harder and harder for you to catch a full breath, especially with the strain of trying not to laugh. You are getting more and more exhausted just by trying to breathe normally. And the more exhausted you get, the more vulnerable you become. And the more vulnerable you become,…well, you get the idea.

Don’t laugh, buddy.

Stiff-bristled shaving brushes are now applied to your ticklish soles. Softly and slowly, so you can hardly feel them at first, gradually building in intensity, until they are dancing madly all across your soles, the unbearable sensations make you blurt out more loud gasps and laughs. Man, you can never seem to last your whole three minutes anymore. Another crank, and now you gasp with the pain in your arms and shoulders. The smooth surface of the rack allows your body to slide up very easily, distributing the stretch throughout your body. Your groin, your legs, and your ankles are now feeling the pressure of the painful stretch.

Since you are naked, it’s obvious that your penis has been hard throughout most of your session. Of course, it is completely ignored, leaving you wanting to shoot a load, but not being able to. And now, with your body suffering more and more pain, your penis begins to shrivel up. Too bad.

And with your body experiencing more and more pain, the gentle tickling is becoming more and more unbearable. The contrast between the painful stretching and the light tickling or your helpless feet is getting to you. Through your moans of pain and bursts of laughter, you unconsciously begin to beg and plead to be released, as the brushes resume their exploration of your ticklish soles. Sorry, buddy, release is not “in the cards”.

You are now getting scared, and frustrated, because you have virtually no control anymore as to when you laugh. And of course, every time you laugh, the wheel gets turned another notch. The pain in your racked-out body is starting to be more than you can stand. And still the devilishly light tickling of your feet continues. The only “break” you get from the tickling is the time it takes to walk up to the wheel and turn it, and walk back down to your feet. Some “break”, huh?

By the time the brushes are retired and I crack my knuckles, preparing to attack your soles with my fingers and fingernails, you are sweating, gasping for breath, and moaning from the pain. So, when you feel my fingertips begin to gently tease and stroke your soles, you are ready to crawl out of your skin. I keep up the tickling for the solid three minutes this time, even though you are laughing and gasping after ten seconds. Your body is stretched so tightly, and your big toes feel like they are being pulled off, that you can’t even squirm around. You just have to lie there and take the merciless tickling of your feet. Your soles are stretched out real nicely now, making the surfaces a terrific playing area for my dancing fingers. You are howling and gasping for air, your belly, now concave, heaving up and down.

Another crank. And the first genuine scream erupts from your lips.

Back down to your feet, to counteract your painful stretch, maybe I can take your mind off it by just gently running my fingernails across your arches. Feel that, buddy? Yup, I guess you do, since you are again laughing and giggling through your now constant grunts and moans of pain. Your face is turning a nice shade of red, as you struggle for each precious breath of air. Three more minutes of constant foot tickling, and you earn another crank of the wheel. Dude, you are losing it fast, now.

Your armpits are so stretched out by now, and looking so vulnerable, that on my way back down to your feet, I can’t help but trail my fingernail right through your left armpit. You shriek and try to move away, but you feel the painful stretch in your shoulder, and you gasp in pain, through the laughter. Man, your armpits are real ticklish, too, aren’t they? Well, we will be playing cards again soon…

Not satisfied with your screams of pain from the painful stretching and your bursts of laughter from the tickling, I need to see if I can confuse your senses even more. Let’s see if we can turn those into screams into screams of laughter.

A bottle of cooking oil is produced, dripped onto your bare soles, and rubbed in thoroughly, making your soles nice and slick. Two sharp nails are brought to your feet. The tips are pressed in, just below your big toes, and sharply dragged down your soles, right through the arches, down to the heels. Again and again you feel the sharp points roughly poking and tickling your arches, gliding smoothly through the oil. Your shrieks of…what are they, buddy, laughter or pain?…fill the basement dungeon. Man. you would think somebody was really TORTURING you, not just playfully tickling your feet. Geez, buddy, show some backbone.

After three minutes, I have no choice but to crank you out another notch. Man, I hate to do it, buddy, but rules are rules. Can’t you hold out for even three minutes so you can catch a break? C’mon, man, don’t laugh!

Let’s try real hard, because I’m really worried about you, man. Don’t want those shoulders to get separated or nothin’, huh? Let’s do a test:

Here, I just place my fingertips right in the middle of your bare soles. See? Just like this. And now, I will not move them at all, just keep them resting there for three minutes. See? You can take that without laughing, can’t you, buddy? I will really try hard not to move them at all, but please forgive me if I involuntarily wiggle them a little. I’ll try not to.

You are moaning and grunting in pain, your breath coming shorter and shorter, but this time, you are not laughing. My fingertips are resting on your soles, hardly moving at all. The three minutes are up, and you have caught a break. I move up to the head of the rack and release the lever, cranking the wheel back one notch. You immediately feel some slack and relief in your body, and a big groan escapes from your throat. Enjoy it while you can, bud.

Back down to your feet, I now start wiggling my fingertips and fingernails across your well-oiled soles, slowly and gently at first, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. Now that you have earned one break, you desperately try for another, by straining with all your might to stifle any laughter. But as I dig in, you are helpless, and the laughter erupts again. Too bad, sport. But I will keep up the tickling for the full three minutes before cranking you tighter again.

This next crank, after the small bit of relief, is the worst. Your body had gotten used to some small measure of relief, but now, being stretched even tighter, is more than you can bear. The pain in your entire body is too much, and you are just about over the edge. What would happen if your bare feet were tickled now, huh, buddy? Might be more than you can stand, right?

You are panting, moaning, yelling, and begging for mercy as I return to your ticklish feet for the “coup de grace”.

A frantic, scrambling tickle attack with my fingertips on your painfully stretched-out soles finally ends your misery. You quickly begin to hyperventilate, and your body suddenly goes limp, your eyeballs rolling back into their sockets, your yells and moans ceasing, and your breath becoming more regular. With fifteen minutes left to go in your ordeal, you have mercifully passed out from the exertion. I knew that before you were in any danger of any joints or tendons being separated, forcing you to laugh uncontrollably in this position would make you pass out. And it worked.

When you awake, you are seated in a sturdy wooden chair, your hands tied behind the chair, your feet straight out in front of you, your ankles locked into a sturdy set of stocks. You are given some bread and water, revived sufficiently, and the clock is turned so you can see it’s face. Your bare feet are trapped in the stocks, with each toe individually tied and stretched. Hey, man, six hours of foot torture and tickling will pass real quickly, after that ordeal you just went through. No sweat, right? Man, this is gonna be fun. Sit back, relax, and enjoy paying your debt. Maybe next time you will be tough enough to last the full hour on the rack. And who knows, maybe next time you won’t make such a stupid bet on a card game!

Jack

The ship’s new slave gets abused and fucked by his new slave master, the ship’s captain and quite a few horny officers and manages to find love in the process in the conclusion of The Ship’s Pleasure.
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The Ship’s Pleasure – Conclusion
by Ed Rubber
Series: The Ship’s Pleasure

The guy that was leading me into the ship somewhere had at one time been a slave himself, and after becoming obsolete because of the new more attractive slaves, instead of being traded by the contractor was hired by the contractor to be their representative on board at all times. His role was to make sure the service was perfect to the crew, but he decided to get even and take it out on the other slaves for the years he spent in servitude. He pushed me hard in to an open cabin and I fell on the metal linoleum covered deck, he closed the door behind us and grabbed my arm lifting me abruptly told me to take everything off and fast including that stupid wig. I want your ass naked and ready to get what’s coming to it. I obeyed and got naked as fast as possible but thinking of some little crack in their system that would provide me an opportunity to escape after all we were docked to land.

Now quickly looking around, this cabin was larger than the average cabins and at fast glance I saw the familiar equipment that I just left behind, a smaller version of the enema station but just as efficient with rubber bags just as large the chair with the dildo from the seat and the one in the mouth, chains and cuffs hanging from the top, and last but not least, the spanker at the very end. He cuffed me to the chains with my arms above my head, then calmly grabbed several whips and tried them making loud whistling sounds then decided on a crop of heavy rubber strands, practiced a couple times then walked behind me. The first whack was so hard that I heard the noise felt the shaking in my chains and only after a few seconds I felt the searing pain across my ass.Both cheeks were burning; the left more so then the right one but he evened the score fast by applying several whacks just as painful. My heart sank even lower when I felt the trembling of the engines signaling that we were under way.

He stopped the beating and rested for a few minutes then went out and came back in a few minutes with a jar of cream, and started applying it all over the areas affected by the whipping. My guess was that he realized that I would be serving some officer tonight and he might have to answer for the red welts on my otherwise perfect smooth beautiful ass. He went out again and came back with a long bath robe with a hood and after unlocking me he told me to put on the robe and cover my face and he walked me through the hall to the showers and told me to hurry it up and shower. When I finished he gave me small leather bag with a heavy elastic, and a string on each side which he told me to put my dick and balls in and bringing the strings up around my back and to the front of my belly to keep the leather pouch in place.He pulled the butt plug out abruptly to make sure it would cause me some pain, got a towel and wiped my ass several times then told me to bend over a table and stay there, while he went out and came back with a makeup cream and body powder after applying the cream in the areas of the beating, he got a hair dryer and turned hot air in the area then he applied the powder and told me not to sit or touch my ass on anything for a while.

There was a knock on the door and an officer entered in typical officer’s uniform, about late 20s, and started saying “Hey Butch,” then he paused while looking at me standing there naked and said, “Wow! This is nice, just come in?”
Butch replied “Yes sir couple hours ago back at the island.”

The officer asked “Why are you covering his behind? You been getting off beating the merchandise?”

Butch replied “No sir he came like this I was just patching him up a bit for the Captain tonight.”

The young officer did not believe him and looked at me and said “Slave you may speak. Did Butch give you a beating after you got here? Don’t lie because I will find out and throw you in the drink!”

I said “No sir, I was severely punished this morning before leaving where I came from.”

He said “And where did you come from?”

I replied “I don’t know sir I was put to sleep after the beating.”

He came around and grabbed my breasts with both hands then kept one hand on one breast and reached for my ass with the other and just played with them while I noticed his large bulge in his front. He told Butch to take a walk for a while until he called him back. Butch exited without saying anything. The young officer got right down to business opened his front zipper, got his total engorged dick out and told me to get on my knees and open my mouth. I dropped to my knees and got busy sucking and tugging his manhood as if it was salvation and he sure enjoyed it. He suddenly held my head and said hold on for a sec, there is a rule on board that all sex activities must be protected with condoms as he was talking he took one out of his pocket and handed to me. I installed it. He grabbed the jar that Butch left, got his dick nice and slick then told me turn around and bend over grab the counter. I did and felt the pressure of his dick head pushing against my anus. Once he was all the way in, he stood me up grabbed my breasts and lifted me impaling me on it and while squeezing my breasts started pounding my ass by throwing me forward with my feet in the air. I was being bounced on his tool, by grabbing my breasts he was massaging my nipples and that was sending me to internal orgasms one after the other and I was instinctively compressing my inner muscles as per training and that was driving him into oblivion and soon he started shivering moaning banging faster and faster until he stopped moving with me and my feet in the air just standing there for a while. As eventually I felt his hardness beginning to shrink I kept tightening my inner muscles to give him the best thrill possible. He was out of breath put me down, and carefully removing the condom and cleaning himself with tissues, he said “That was the best you sure been trained well god that was terrific, after the captain finishes with you I want you in my cabin for the night,” he pulled up his zipper and exited.

Butch rushed in as he went and he said “O.K. you cover my ass I guess I owe you one, I’ll fill you in on the game here on board sooner or later you’re going to find out anyway after all. You got a life sentence here but just because we are talking it does not mean that I won’t beat your ass or fuck it when I feel like it if you’re not being used. On board you will be dressed in rubber at all times. The special outfits have holes in the rear for fucking and they have special oxygen valves because after too long wearing them your skin begins to suffocate so every 12 hours either you get naked for a couple of hours or plug in the oxygen and fill the suite which will get balloon like for about 10 minutes then you’re alright for another 10 hours. You have been assigned to the officers deck, so starting tomorrow from 4 p.m. on you will be walking the officers deck, corridors, bridge, all the officers common areas, when you’re walking and an officer comes toward you, you hit the wall if the officer stops to touch you or look at you, you lower your head and look at the deck then what ever he decides you will do. If he tells you to drop down and give him head, you drop to your knees and take it out and do it right there on the spot. You should be acquainted with the principals of servitude if no one bothers with you just keep circulating and enjoy the view. Once in a while they have a gang bang party, and that’s when you get fucked so much you get two days off and you need them to recuperate. They just sent us a ton of new rubber outfits. I am going to pick what you are going to wear for the captain tonight and get you ready for him, he will want you on his lap at 9.p.m. on the dot. He doesn’t take more than about an hour and half then somebody will grab you for sure. Just follow orders. If you get fucked 24 hours a day so be it but you have lucked out being sold for the officers. They are very humane and understanding you’re in a perpetual fucking vacation, hahahaha, now follow me to your cabin. The slaves down below sleep all together in one cabin, but you and I have a private cabin.

We walked to the end of the hall and came to the door of our cabin which was spacious for a ship, he showed me my bunk my drawer for tooth brush and such and the small rest room with a toilet and sink the shower was outside. The best part was that there was a port hole at my bunk I would be able to spend some time looking at the open seas. I was admiring my regular bed with sheets pillow and blanket when I noticed Butch taking his shorts off and T shirt getting naked and a large erection. He was very well endowed, even to the point that as trained as I already was to take large dicks, this one worried me. He sat in his bunk that was devoid of sheets and such it was just a large thick plastic covered mattress, after leaning back on his elbows he opened his legs and said “Well bitch, what are you waiting for? Do you need a special invitation? Get a condom out of that drawer and start doing your duty.” I did as ordered by getting a non-lubricated condom, carefully unrolling on his tool, it was so big that it was a little difficult to install. I opened my mouth to its limit to be able to accommodate the monster was no way to swallow anything this large without suffocating. I gave it my best with one my hands caressing his testicles and half masturbating him with my other hand to give him full coverage. My nipples where hard and twinkling in anticipation of this locomotive entering my rectum. He moaned and twisted for a while and I was beginning to think that I was going to be spared what I knew would be a painful enlargement of my ass but he suddenly grabbed my head shoved it away and got up and while getting ky out of a drawer told me to get on the bed belly down. He grabbed a pillow shoved it under my hips, lubed his dick and then my ass with his finger shoving it deep inside me and the moment of truth, he climbed on top of me and the large head was lodged against my entrance and even with the intensive pressure he was applying, it was not going in and it felt that it was not going to fit but with the amount of ky he used, suddenly I opened up and could not help the short scream. IT FELT LIKE THE blood was rushing from the tear it was so bad that it just kept hurting it would not go away and he was practically paralyzed waiting for me to start breathing again. With all the action I been getting all month this felt like I was a virgin. He was not moving but said “I know I’m very large and I can sympathize with your pain because I been there but in a little while this is going to be the best fuck ever for both of us. He was right the pain never really went away but the sexual spasms took over and my mind was in the air. I turned into a large orgiastic lump with no other function but to feel and give in an ecstatic state. Life became suspended to an infinite long orgasm. I had not even noticed but Butch had stopped moving and was just laying on top of me breathing hard and said “This was incredible. Don’t move I want to start again in a few minutes.” and he left it in, and I did not feel any change in size now that we were down to earth again the pain returned but it was tolerable and reminiscent of the most fantastic feeling of just a few minutes ago. Now with everything standing still, I noticed how heavy he was pressing me against the plastic cover of the mattress and the wetness of my ejaculation I was unaware I had. He never lost his erection and within maybe 10 minutes that seemed like hours because of the lack of movement, he started again and this time he pumped furiously for 15 minutes or more. He finally came to the usual crescendo and came to a stop laying on top of me again. I was so tightly pressed against the mattress and so tightly full with him inside that for some reason I felt secure good and somewhat happy for a small period. We both got up and went to the shower and to my astonishment, while in the shower, he took the sponge and almost caressing, soaped my entire body and after I rinsed he played with my breasts and then softly kissed and bit my nipples wile caressing my ass with both hands.

We returned to the cabin he told me to wait until he got dressed then we returned to the enema room where he told me to wait until he would return with the rubber outfit I would have to get into for the captain. He fitted me in a black cat suit that followed the inside of my ass crack and it had a slit in the entrance of my now throbbing rectum, then a head tight rubber head hood with eyes, nose and mouth cut out, next knee high boots 5 inch high heels, and after getting into all of it we were an hour early for the captain, Butch looked at me, backed up a few feet, then came forward and embraced me holding me tight against his chest, and said “You are so fantastic I think I love you but don’t think I wont beat your ass to a pulp if you need it. You will call me Master understand?” I moved my head yes and he grabbed my face and kissed me on the mouth. I was completely at a loss, confused, a month ago a man kissing me would have turned my stomach, however, in view of the entire painful transition and the horrible dark type of life I was confronting only yesterday, faith has changed my outlook and comprehension on what’s normal or abnormal. To me it was necessary to follow the flow of the best happiness possible under the circumstance and this was as close as I was going to get. I had no personal feelings for Butch but if getting his big dick up my ass was going to make my hell a little more bearable, I would play it for all it’s worth and enjoy it if it felt good.

I knocked on the captain’s cabin at 9p.m. He opened the door and I did as instructed stood there looking at the deck. He told me to come in and kneel in front of the big chair. I did as he ordered always looking down at the deck. He picked up the phone and made a call and I could not hear what he was saying. He sat on the chair and just kept patting me on the head then he got up and took his pants off then his shirt then all of his clothes. He was about 55 graying hair chubby short dick but it had to be no less than an inch and half in diameter. When I saw it I could not believe the price I was apparently going to be paying for daylight.

There was a knock on the door and Butch came in carrying several items and said “Over the bunk? Or in the center sir?”

“Over the bunk.” he said and Butch first placed a heavy leather belt around my waist and tightened it hard then went to a closet and got two sets of chain and hung them from the ceiling about center of the bed and about two and half feet apart. By the sight of the large heavy rings attached to each side of my belt I concluded that I would be hanging from them and as expected I was put in position and he attached me to the chains hanging about a little over a foot from the mattress. He then cuffed my ankles and pulled my legs tight to the corners of the bed I was now hovering over the bed by my waist, facing up with my legs stretched towards the foot of the bed. Next he cuffed my wrists, and attached them to the chains from the ceiling I was now hovering in a sitting position but as I looked up I noticed the chains in the ceiling where coming from wheels of sort.

Butch said “Anything else sir?”

Captain replied “No I’ll call you later to come for it.” By now his 7 inch log was fully erect and pulsating, he calmly took a condom from a drawer, rolled it over his dick with difficulty in the beginning because of his width, then push a switch on a remote control and I raised up about another foot. He laid under me and I saw his hand grabbing a tube of ky, then the chains started moving and I was slowly being lowered and as I came down I felt his hands opening my cheeks and the moment of truth the painful invasion of his master piece just entering without stops and my weight was causing it. I was amazed that I had a large penetration just a few hours before and his was hurting as if I was getting fucked for the first time. My ass was now flat against his body and the chains stopped and I was sure that now I knew what a woman felt when giving birth. To make matters worse, he pressed another button and I started moving up and down at about 2 inches. The pain almost doubled. I could not utter a sound or moan and could not try to lift myself on the chains. I just had to endure and suffer that was my life now. Eventually the pain got considerably less and I tried to make the best of it and wondered how much longer he was able to keep up before coming. But the machine just kept going on and he just laid there occasionally moaning. The ride was already going in to over an hour I could not believe this man’s endurance. At about an hour and 15 he pressed a button and I started bouncing to a rate that it was causing slack in the chains and very noisy. He moaned at loud and stopped the whole thing. I went up about a foot leaving his log, and he got up and went into the shower.

Butch came in while he was showering, cleaned my ass with a couple of towels then got me down and told me to leave and walk towards the stern, and if there were no takers he would meet me and take me back down. But I had only taken 10 steps and had to hit the wall with my eyes to the deck. It was the young officer from this afternoon. He ordered me to his cabin and told me to get out of the rubber outfit because he preferred the real thing. Then after the condom and ky, he shoved his dick in my ass all at once put his arms under mine and hulked his hands to my shoulders then told me to bend some just enough for his feet to come off the floor then as I was carrying him on my back with his dick deep inside me. He told me to start walking and as I walked with his weight on my back it was a natural reaction to contract every muscle and cause a constant movement for his dick’s pleasure. I kept walking around the inside of his small cabin until he finally shot a load that felt like a flood enlarging the condom. He told me to drop belly down on the bed and just laid on top resting never taking his dick out. After a while he got up, smoked a cigarette then went to a drawer and got something that looked like tight leather shorts with something hanging from the crotch area. He put them on then lifted the cap like thing that was attached to his front and ordered me to lay down in between his legs then fitted the thing that turned out to be a head cover with a collar that was closed around my neck after his dick was in my mouth. Of course with a new non lubricate condom. I was attached to his dick and could only move enough to get the job done, then he said your going to be there all night so after I come just keep it in your mouth until I need you in action, if you fall asleep don’t worry I will wake you if I feel like it, but it must stay in your mouth all night. And so went the night.

In the morning I was released from the head cover and could hardly move my mouth, cramps in my jaw and the taste of condom that just would not go away. Butch helped me get undressed take a shower, then to the gadget room where he gave me an enema and afterwards he fed me from the special diet I had with the tube down my throat, then he put me in his bed and got in embracing me and we fell asleep. I was beginning to like the idea of being wanted and loved. I woke up with something poking in my behind and it was Butch’s hard monster but he was sleeping. I got out of bed very slowly and careful went over to the drawer, got a condom, came back and carefully put it on his dick then got in between his legs and put it in my mouth and pushed it in and out as far as I could down my throat and started squeezing my own nipples to get more sexually motivated. He woke up shaking and trembling and saying ohohoh yessss and came with many convulsions. After resting a little he brought me up on top of him and kissed me, then he slapped my rump and said “C’mon, first, your enema, then your tube feeding, then my breakfast then we’re going out on deck to exercise it’s a beautiful sunny day.” and off we went.

After the enema and shower I had to be dressed in rubber as per ship’s rules, and on the way to the upper outside deck, I was stopped three times by officers grabbing my tits then my ass, two of them grabbed me from behind, and pressed me against their loins as in a pre-entry motion, then one told Butch to get the orderly room ready tonight for a gang bang for four. It was great being outside with the breeze in my face looking at the vastness of that beautiful blue ocean but, all good things must come to an end, one of the officers that we passed this morning complained that I did not comply to his command to turn around fast enough and he ordered that my insolence should be punished by a spanking of at least 50 whacks and I should be made ready at the punishing room in 10 minutes when he would dispense the spanking himself. I was taken to the room stripped of all rubber clothing and chained with my hands high above my head naked in the middle of the room. The officer came in the room, a man in his mid-forty’s, Irish looking took all of his clothing off, except for his boots then got a ball gag and pushed it deep in my mouth tying it behind my head. Then he grabbed a big leather paddle with holes throughout its center, practiced once on the bench next to him and then walked behind me and zapped it once hard on my cheeks, Involuntary tears ran down my face with the harsh pain inflicted, but he decided to make it slow and methodical by hitting than saying “that was two insolent bitch, that was tree you whore, I will teach you the proper manners, that was four you…..” When he finished I was just hanging on the chains crying and perspiring he walked to the bench to return the paddle, and I noticed his erection with a condom already on it. He went behind me and I felt his finger entering me with lubricant and then he pushed my feet apart with one boot, positioned his dick against my rectum, and shoved it in all at once and kept pumping savagely until the usual quicker pace indicating orgasm. He stayed in for a few minutes then withdrew, got dressed and exited.

Butch came in caressed my purple cheeks, kissed me then unchained me. We kept to ourselves on the way to the cabin to rest and later get ready for the gang bang. I was very depressed and wondering if it would not just be better to jump over board and end all, but if I did it now Butch would pay for it may be with his life because I was walking unrestrained. Butch noticed my mood and said “Hey look, you’re new to this so you’re not use to it and you are the newest entertainment on board, state of the art fantastic body, it’s going to be like this for a couple of weeks then it will calm down, back to normal around here. This is like any job, you get so use to it you won’t feel pain , it’ll be like a job you do it then rest enjoy time off. We will enjoy it together. I love you and I know you don’t love me yet, but you will I hope to god you will.”

I had no words for him but I could imagine the long empty life he had in this ship so far and I was not going to hurt him by letting him down. Besides I was beginning to feel something for him after all he was the only one on my side in this new life and we needed each other. So I turned to him and kissed him passionately.

Later that evening he got my rubber outfits and brought them to the punishment room then told me he had to go get the room up there ready and he was going to lock me in because that was the order to always lock slaves. He kissed me on the cheek and left. This outfit was a work of art; pink flesh like rubber heavier thickness in the waist, thinner in the breasts and buttocks inside the penis was hidden in a cradle of rubber bent upwards so it would not show through the rubber. Then an artificial vagina that was located in such a way that it would guide the penis inside my rectum and if someone decided to take me from the front, he would be massaging my dick into orgasm it felt real good. Maybe this could be fun, after all, like Butch said it’s just a job. The head cover was part of the suite and only the face was out but there was a pony tail made of blond hair sticking in the back top of the head, pink knee length boots, with 5 inch heels. Rubber white gloves and I was good to go.

When I walked in the room went quiet and all eyes were on me. I saw two of them with their mouths open I was taken to the middle of the room and Butch bent me over a waist high padded stool, and then cuffed my wrists to the front legs and my ankles to the back legs. The stool had casters so I was rolled around in front of all of them first then Butch rolled me to the center of the room and left.

They were drinking smoking cigars and fully dressed, and telling jokes, commenting on the new pussy they started coming around and massaging my ass lifting my head sticking their fingers in my mouth, sticking their fingers inside my artificial vagina which would actually be in my rectum, slowly they started taking clothes off and playing with their dicks and placing condoms on them.

There were 5 of them and I figured twice with 3 of them and once with 2. I was looking at 6 to 7 hours between drinks. The first one came behind me and pushed in all the way and started pressing his loins against my buns hard he was big and thick and it hurt but not for long and I felt the pressure inside and out on my hidden dick. I was just as hot as the guy inside me. Another one came in front and holding his big dick with his right hand pushed it in my mouth and waited for me to move my head up and down on it while he looked up to the ceiling and moaned out loud. Another one was playing with himself came close to me, took my hand and put his dick in it and I was now masturbating him, if I could talk I would have said “Hey guys there is another hand here doing nothing, the sooner I get you all off the sooner this will be over.” Well the orgy kept going around one after the other I came twice inside my rubber encasement and countless times inside my rectum. I was removed from the stool, grabbed from behind and bounced on the guy’s dick like a rag doll. 3 of them sat on the sofa to rest and I was told to lay down face down across their laps while they played with my breasts, squeezed my nipples, slapped my ass caress my legs an upper thigh whatever could be done to get a man off was done.

At the end of close to seven hours, Butch was called to come and get me. We went to the shower first then back to the cabin. He lay down on his bunk and I asked him if he wanted me to lay with him, and he answered “Haven’t you had enough for tonight?” I answered not with the one that really matters to me I didn’t. He kissed me and said come here. We lived together serving on the ship for 8 and half years then the company allowed Butch and I to move to an island in the Caribbean. We had plenty of money because all the time we were on the ship; we got paid monthly a good salary each, which accumulated to a hefty sum. We own a vacation resort and if you ever come to our island there is something that you are going to recognize as part of our story when you see it you will know what it is, and when you do, please shout hey Butch Hey Babs……….

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The imprisoned young brothers are forced to perform in their first live sex show and Hunter loses his virginity in more ways than one.
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