The kinky gay boys from Straight & Bound Mark have selected their next straight male victim: a hot cocky and arrogant blond gymnast who they put through tight bondage, cum control, orgasm denial, cock milking and more....
Straight and Bound: Steve
by Eric Lane
After teaching Mark a lesson, the six of us: Aaron, Justin, Glenn, Jesse, Daniel and me - Eric, reached such a sexual high that we knew that Mark wouldn't be the last. Tying up a straight handsome guy, against his will, playing with his body, tickling him without mercy, and then making him cum against his will (milking him until he was completely dry) was no longer a jerk off fantasy, but literally an erotic dream come true.
We decided that each of us would come up with one or two guys that the group of us would target as our next "victim". We agreed informally that the guy would have to be straight, cute, with a swimmer, gymnast or wrestler build, and with a slightly arrogant or intolerant attitude.
Jesse wanted to pick the next guy.
"Steve needs to be taught a lesson guys. Glenn and I work with him at Computer Warehouse [a huge computer warehouse store] and he's just asking for it" Jesse said.
We all had seen him once or twice before around the college campus and when we stopped by the warehouse to see Jesse. Steve was cute, about 5'10" blond hair, smooth build (from what we could tell), about 160 lbs. or so, a hard wrestler's build, and a nice bubble-butt ass. Steve had a somewhat cocky attitude, especially towards his sexual abilities with women - which given his looks and build, were partially true. But he wasn't the hottest stud he made himself to be, and that insecurity also made him have an unhealthy phobia about unconventional sex - and also gay sex. More than once Jesse and Glenn heard him make derogatory remarks about gays and "faggots", though he didn't seem to realize that Jesse and Glenn were - and that both lusted after his body. Steve definitely wasn't open to the kinky side of sex and pleasure either - like bondage or even tickling. Jesse wanted to educate the dude and expand his experience - and perhaps even change his attitude. At the very least, we would make him pay for being so damn arrogant and good looking.
He WAS good-looking too. Steve tended to wear loose T-shirts and baggy jeans and boxers, and size 9-1/2 Reeboks. Since all of us were underwear fetish freaks too, we were curious also about Steve's underwear (he did sometimes wear jockey shorts). Steve sometimes hung out with Glenn, Jesse and a few other guys from work and college, and that created an opportunity to "get" him. Steve loved to drink and party, and (he claimed) fuck as much pussy as he could get. Girls would flock around him - that was true enough - his boyish good looks would attract ANYONE.
On one occasion some of us actually had a chance to see loverboy at work - fucking a pretty (and brainless) cheerleader after a wrestling match. He was using a room of a friend of ours - and fortunately Steve didn't close the blinds the right way - so we could see in - but they couldn't see out. He stripped fast, as she did. Sweaty as he was, he certainly was tireless in his fucking - but very conventional in his technique. Straight missionary style- done in about 15 minutes. But it was great seeing him - his beautiful white butt, his dick plunging in and out until they both came. That was a turn-on for us, because it made us more determined to show this hunk that there were far more interesting ways to pleasure (ours and his).
We decided that the best way to get Steve would be to have him come over Jesse's apartment on Friday night after work, for some beer and videos, with the promise of girls and parties later in the night. Unknown to him, we would get him just drunk enough to carry him off to the same deserted workout room on campus where Jesse worked (and where we gave Mark HIS lesson - see "Straight and Bound: Mark"). We already had the necessary equipment: rope, plenty of beer, a bottle of two bottles of "Rush", lubricants, feathers, blindfolds, ice cube sticks, and even a cock ring, and this time, a couple of dildoes of varying sizes. Unlike Mark, we intended to really work this boy over. Justin and Daniel also "studied" the various techniques of tying up guys - we wanted to make sure he couldn't get loose. More importantly we wanted to be able to tie him in different positions that would highlight his body (and the best parts of his tight body).
On the appointed day, Jesse casually mentioned to Steve "Hey, We're having some girls come over later tonight at my place. I got beer and some videos, you want to come over?"
"Shit yeah" grinned Steve "I've been broke for a while and haven't had beer for days man. I'll be there right after wrestling tryouts."
Around 7:30 PM Steve came driving up to Jesse's, while the other five of us lounged around sipping beer, with a straight porno video and music on. The scene was set for the hunky wrestler. Steve came in, sweaty from his wrestling workout, wearing long shorts, and a damp T-shirt. Glenn glanced at Steve's crotch, which was full, yet soft. We all lusted after Steve even more after getting a whiff of his sweat and manliness as he walked into the room, grabbed a beer and sprawled himself on the recliner. If he only knew that he was trapped in a room full of queers who wanted his body, he would have freaked out completely. Well - that would come later.
"Hey, I'm sorry for not cleaning up after practice, but coach kept us late, and I didn't have time. I can use your shower right, before they [the girls] come?" Steve asked, as he looked around at the TV and for the beer.
"Sure, but get in the mood....hey, try drinking this hard stuff instead of the beer Steve...there's plenty of time" Jesse said, passing Steve a tall glass of hard liquor (scotch). Steve reached for the glass, saying "all right dude!" and drank it in one gulp, while we looked at him nervously. Jesse gave him another three shots, before Steve's head started to nod, and his eyes fluttered. This boy liked to drink!
"Fuck, I'm beat man....I dunno" Steve slurred, and reached for another glass with two more shots of scotch.
We decided on a different approach in getting Steve. Knowing how horny he was, especially after watching the videos and getting just enough to be drunk and still horny and uninhibited, we started to talk about sex and how horny guys are. We also knew that the boy was always short of money.
Steve just nodded and said, "shit yeah, I'm horny. I could fuck anything. When are they coming?" He sort of glanced down at his crotch - it looked like it got semi-hard as he said it. Eyes then darted back at us - and seeing that we noticed his "state", he flushed and tried changing the subject by asking for more scotch or beer.
Daniel obliged quickly, pouring Steve - now thoroughly buzzed, another 2 shots of Scotch.
Justin said to Steve "hey, with your looks, man you probably get all kinds of pussy, right?", trying to keep the conversation focused on sex- and keeping our boy horny. That led to the opening - the question to the stud that we knew would trap him. Steve took another drink, flushed again (from the alcohol and from the remnants of his modesty), and shrugged and nodded to Daniel.
Jesse said "hey - soon, but one question. Could a faggot make a guy come against his will?" We all waited for Steve to respond...though he didn't know that it was directed at him.
Pausing, Steve first turned his head toward Jesse almost with a start and stared, as if he didn't hear the question right. Jesse stared back and repeated the question matter of factly. Steve's eyes almost bugged out in surprise, open-mouthed, then shook his head slightly, and slurred "fuck no, man. No fuckin' way...how could a faggot make a straight guy cum? No way. No fuckin way, cause it would be wrong. You know? Repulsive. Just no way..." Steve started to laugh (so did we nervously) and then giggled "I mean that's fuckin' freaky, you know?"
The great thing is that Steve seemed to REALLY believe that. That made him even more desirable for us - the idea that we had a guy who we would be assaulting - making him cum against his will, tickling him and milking him dry - well, it was just too hot to believe!
We started to talk about the "repulsiveness" of a faggot sucking dick, to throw Steve off a little, for a few minutes. He merely nodded in agreement and then added "yeah....no way. A faggot queer couldn't do nothing to a guy....a real man, right guys?"
"Well," Jesse said pausing, "I know some guys who would bet $200 that they could...in fact, YOU could do the bet, man....You're the star athlete here - and you could use the money."
Steve nodded his head, feeling a little drunk, and slurred "Are you serious? $200? Shit....I'm no faggot...I can't believe this shit...no fuckin...way"
"Hey Steve, none of us are, and you aren't. We all know that, but you could win the bet - you said they couldn't do it, right, and besides, it would be fucking interesting!" Jesse said quickly.
Steve paused for what seemed a long time and pondered a few minutes, looking down at his beautiful feet, paused and slurred, "shit,....as long as no one says anything. Fuck, I need the money and there's no way faggots can make me cum. Fuck, okay...shit....Who are they? Where?"
Suddenly, before Jesse could respond, Steve sort of dozed off from the scotch, which we also spiked (to keep him out for about 20 minutes or so). He actually was really all that drunk - buzzed for sure. We waited five minutes, before all of us approached him. Jesse called out "Hey Steve, are you okay man?" He shook the cute blond, by the arm. The rest of us just watched, and then satisfied that he was out, we grabbed him and carried him to Jesse's van outside. As we carried him, we all inhaled Steve's body sweat, and coped a feel of his crotch - his penis and balls warm and sort of spongy to the touch.
Sitting him in the van seat, we sped off the short distance on campus to the workout room, and half walked, half held Steve to the same work out room. Like last time, it was totally deserted and totally ours to use for the entire weekend. We carried the handsome boy to the pull up bar apparatus where we tied up Mark just one week before. Daniel and Aaron and Glenn used the rope to tie Steve's wrists to the top of the pull up bar. Still clothed, we grabbed his legs, and pulled them to the bars bolted on the floor, stretching his muscled body tautly. There was another bar, padded and thick, that we could place just near his waist, which forced his lower body (especially his stomach and pelvis) to thrust out in a rather lewd way. The padded bar still allowed us complete access to Steve's back and butt, but having his body forced out like that was a real turn-on. It also made him more vulnerable and would increase his anxiety, once he woke up. Steve was now standing spread-eagled. Jesse blindfolded Steve, and then yelled out his name, slightly tapping his cheek. He could smell the sweet odor of Steve's hair and slight deodorant mixed with sweat.
"Steve, hey Steve, come on, wake up" Jesse said, as we watched. A few minutes passed. Even out of it, watching Steve - now tied up tautly, was a turn-on.
Steve seemed disoriented and just stayed still for a second. His head suddenly snapped up, as he slowly realized he was tied up, and tested the rope that tied him - first pulling at his wrists, then his legs. Then he buckled his body, as much as he could with his lower body forced out by the middle padded bar, and violently tried to break loose. He seemed now confused but began to panic. He wasn't even sure where he was or who was talking to him.
Jesse and the rest of us enjoyed watching the straight handsome boy struggle, watching him pull at the ropes - seeing his body squirm through his baggy clothes.
Steve shook his blond hair, parted in the middle, and with a start, suddenly pulled at the restraints, yelling "Hey....hey...shit...hey...what..man...what the fuck is this...?????"
"It's the bet Steve.....we brought you to the faggots who are putting up the $200 bet, remember?" Jesse calmly explained.
Steve's head turned to the sound of the voice - and he seemed startled that it was coming just inches away from his ear. Jesse loved smelling Steve's odor, and repeated it again.
Jesse repeated what he said about the bet, just inches away from Steve's ear. This time Steve comprehended - stopped struggling for a second, and sagged somewhat in his bondage. He paused, and then, as if groping for words, still not quite understanding what happened to him, he started to yell "WHAT???? WHAT??? What the fuck are you saying?????"
Jesse once again repeated himself
This time Steve started to yell loud "Uh...no...no..no!!! I mean...no...I changed my mind....I don't want to do it man. I don't care about the money, just let me go. Fuck...there is no way I am letting fuckin faggots touch me. Forget it...okay...let me go now..." Steve said clearly getting nervous and half slurring his words, and started to struggle again. What a turn-on it was to watch this boy strain himself to break loose. We couldn't wait to see his reaction when we began stripping him and playing with him.
"Well Steve" Jesse said firmly, "It's too late for that. These old faggots already made the bet and you made it with them, so it's way too late. I'm just here to make sure they don't do more to play with your body and try to make you cum. And maybe milk you. I mean they aren't supposed to..." (pausing for dramatic effect), "fuck you, but you never know. So I'm here Steve. And you'll just have to honor the bet, okay?"
Steve shuddered...he literally shuddered and gasped "WHAT????????" and started yelling "NO!!!!! Fuck no!!!!! What the fuck....don't you fuckin' do this shit on me...stay the fuck away. This is freakin' bullshit... Fuckinnnnletmego Jesse, whoeverishere..fuck let me ...I'll kill anyone who fuckin' touches me!!!!!!!!" Steve's body twisted and turned and pulled violently at the ropes binding his arms, pulled upright, and his legs, pulled apart on the pull-up bar apparatus. It was a lewd sight, his body being forced out by the lower bar - so his movement was restricted.
Jesse gave the silent signal to the rest of us to begin the show, and we approached his blindfolded struggling body. All of us had rock hard erections, knowing that in seconds we would be feasting on Steve's gorgeous body and making him cum. Glenn, Daniel and I grabbed Steve's sweaty T-shirt and ripped it off him, while Steve screamed "FUCK!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!"
The boy's expanded his muscled and defined chest and his body buckled, desperately trying to break loose.
Jesse and Aaron meanwhile grabbed Steve's long shorts, still damp with sweat, pulled them down, exposing Steve's white boxers. We ripped off the shorts, and pulled down the boxers and were surprised to see that he also was wearing a snow-white jockstrap (of course he would, for wrestling, to our delight!). We ripped off the boxers, Daniel grabbed them and sniffed the crotch, while Aaron and I untied and took off Steve's smelly Reeboks. They smelled hot and funky - and we each took turns sniffing our idol's 9-1/2 shoes. Through all of this, Steve continued to struggle, yelling and cursing at us (not knowing who we were). We stood back and looked at our prize: a handsome cute blond, clad only in sweaty jock strap and white gym socks. Steve's body was sweating a lot now in the warm workout room (the air conditioner was off) and the sweat rolled down his smooth chest, down from his brownish-blond armpit hairs, down to his 6-pack abs, down to his sweaty jock. We just stared at his body - front and back. Looking from behind we could see the straps of his white jock gripping his ass cheeks - and see his dark ass crack, ever so often just giving a hint of his virgin asshole.
We approached him together and began (without speaking), touching and sniffing his entire body, except his crotch and butt - that we would save for later. The effect on Steve was electric. He jumped and struggled against the restraints even more, yelling "get away!!! I said NO!!!! Get away, Fuck!!!!!! No bet....get away...fuckin I will kill you faggots!!!!!!!!
Glenn began sniffing Steve's armpits, touching his chest, and then sniffed his way around to his back, down to his exposed butt crack, sniffing at it, but not touching it. Steve's dick meanwhile looked full inside the sweaty jock (we noted it was slightly pissed stained and smelled musky) but was not hard, with brownish-blond hairs sticking out the sides.
Aaron was fingering Steve's cute "innie" belly button and stomach, while Daniel breathed in odors from Steve's neck and chest, fingering gently Steve's erect brown nipples. I meanwhile sniffed the front of his jock and played with his thighs, while Steve ranted and raved, shaking and struggling against these five guys touching and sniffing his body.
Jesse nodded to us and signaled for us to stop, and for a few minutes, we watched while Steve hung there, still struggling, breathing heavily, yelling "Okay faggots, let me go You had your fun....Fuck!!!! Let me Go NOW!!!" Jesse got in front of the struggling boy and then twisted Steve's nipples hard (the technique he learned was useful after disciplining Mark). Steve gasped, buckled and squirmed, and then screamed "OH SHIT!!! SHIT!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!! SHIT!!!!! STOP!! PLEASE FUCK STOP!!!! Jesse, twisted even harder - bringing tears to Steve's eyes (from what we could tell - we could see the tears streaking his cheeks, falling from underneath his blindfold). He gasped and pleaded for Jesse to stop. Jesse then let go of one nipple -red and swollen, and fetched two large clothes pins from his pocket. These clothes pins were wood and nasty - Jesse opened one of the pins, and then snapped them shut near Steve's ear, making a loud snapping sound. The sudden loud sound startled and scared Steve, who briefly stopped struggling, and gasped again "OH SHIT!!!!". Then just as suddenly, Jesse snapped on the pins right on Steve's swollen nipples, causing the boy to buckle violently, and scream "OH FUCK!!!! SHIT!!!!! STOP!!! TAKE IT OFF!!!! OH SHIT!!!!!!".
Jesse loudly told Steve "behave yourself - stop moving or else you will suffer". Steve kept yelling and struggled even more. Jesse then started slapping the clothes pins on Steve's nipples up and down, brutally - causing Steve to shudder, gasp and scream. Suddenly, breathing heavily and hard, the boy stopped struggling and begged "oh okay okay..please....stop....."
Jesse, just inches from Steve's ear said "good boy. You're learning. You need to honor your commitments. And you need to behave and show good manners. Every time you get out of hand, I am promise you I will twist your little titties...and next time I won't stop!"
Steve nodded weakly and then said "okay...okay..."
Jesse motioned for Aaron to begin the tickle torture proceedings. Aaron approached Steve from the front and kneeled, and suddenly placed his finger tips gently on his stomach, swirling them gently around, closing in closer and closer on his winking belly button, now convulsing, Steve yelling "What!!! what!!!! shit....get away...oh Jesus....get away...that tickles...oh!!! OH!!!!OH!!!! SHIT!!!!....STOP IT....HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHA"
Aaron started moving his fingers in and around Steve's belly button, while Steve screamed and laughed. He was obviously very sensitive and ticklish. He pulled at his restraints, and though his dick remained soft in his jock, we knew it was just a matter of time before he got into it.
At first Jesse was going to have Aaron tickle Steve just for 10 minutes. But as a reward for Steve's behavior, Aaron was allowed to tickle Steve's belly button for 40 minutes. Without let up, Aaron moved his fingers up and down and around Steve's bellybutton, and just barely touching his quivering sides. Steve begged "oh god...oh gawd...oh Jesus, stop it...stop it...please oh please.." before dissolving into laughter mixed with some pain - the clothes pins flopped up and down and back and forth, pinching his swollen nipples. His movement was restricted, but he still struggled. Perversely his stomach and pelvis quivered with laughter - thrust out lewdly because of the padded bar behind.
Finally Aaron stopped. Glenn looked glazed with lust, approached Steve's slumping body, sweaty from his 40-minute ordeal, along with Daniel. Glenn and Daniel both squatted and peeled off Steve's socks, while Steve desperately tried to kick them away...."Oh God...don't even think...shit...don't.......fuck NO!!!!! don't....Please someone help me...stop them please!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! I'll fuckin kill you...STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP...NO!!!!!"
They slowly peeled off the socks, and then together they each slowly ran their fingers up and down Steve's squirming feet, while he struggled and screamed "oh GAWD!!!!!!!!! On NO!!!! Stop stop stop it stop it...hahahahahahahhahahahhahahhaa" laughing almost insanely.
We watched Steve's body twisting and turning, his muscled chest and nipples, clothes pins flopping, glistening now with sweat, his 6 pack abs, turning and twisting from the tickle torture of his feet, his armpit hair wet from sweat, his biceps bulging, trying desperately to break the restraints.
"Oh God, please I can't stand it anymore..please...please stop...oh god...it ....oh shit my fuckin' nipples...oh god...stop..." Steve screamed, before dissolving into giggles, and followed by an outburst of unrestrained laughter.
Now I approached from behind, with the ice cube sticks (Glenn was in Steve's front with his ice cube sticks). While his body was quivering from the foot tickle torture, I gently and quickly rubbed his lower back with the ice cube stick, and was greeted by a high pitched scream "WHAT!!!!OH GAWD!!!OH GAWD!!!!FUCK!!!!!OH GAWD!!!!!!!!!!STOP IT!!!!OH GAWD!!!!!" His body lurched suddenly forward, desperately trying to get away from my ice cube stick, now slowly going up and down his back, while Steve screamed. Glenn now put his ice cube stick in Steve's navel;, swirling it around his stomach, and then up to Steve's chest and touching his now ice cold erect nipples. Steve screamed and lurched back, sideways and twisted violently as he was assaulted at every directions by fingers tickling his feet, ice cub sticks tickling his front and back, and now Jesse returning to tongue Steve's neck, and ears, causing Steve to yell and squeal "oh gawd, stop it stop it stop it stop...oh....oh oh....oh..." before shaking and babbling and laughing hysterically. The pull bars and the frame bolted to the floor shook from his intense struggling. For a moment I feared that he might somehow destroy the entire apparatus - the intensity of the tickling driving the boy almost crazy. But the bars and frame held securely. Steve was bound until we let him go.
We noticed now his jock was damp now with a hardening dick and precum - though still not completely hard. It looked like 6 and 1/2 inches of cut dick. Little did he know that his agony was just beginning - that dick would be ours for hours and hours.
I moved my ice cube stick around his back shoulders, and then agonizingly slowly down the middle of his back, and then down his sides, before moving it slowly at the top of his butt crack. I pried open his crack, which he attempted to clench with whatever strength he had left, and moved my ice cube stick relentlessly up and down, shoving it slightly into his tight pink slightly hairy hole. Steve squirmed and screamed even more, never before had his most intimate part of his body been violated or touched by another person before. He gasped at the ice-cold sensation that sent electric-like shocks from his puckered asshole and butt crack through his entire body. He shook, cursed, yelled, and screamed. His body, held tautly by the ropes, his pelvis thrust out - and he couldn't stop the pain caused by his involuntary jerking of his body, causing the clothes pins to pinch his nipples even more. Jesse added two more clothes pins, pinning his belly button, and decided to add two more, one on each ear lobe. Steve gasped and screamed each time, but then hardly noticed the pain as the ice and tickle torture continued without mercy. His body jerked and buckled, and the clothes pins on his body moved in every direction, pinching his hunky body. The combination of excruciating tickling, touching, and pain on Steve must have been almost more than he could bear. His screaming sometimes sounded like pure shrieking.
It was music to our collective ears - and made us even more hornier then before.
The tickling of his feet continued, now also with ice, while Glenn now began licking at the edge of Steve's damp and smelly jockstrap, where the pouch and the inside thighs met. Steve desperately tried to close his legs and yelled "God, stop ....get away...." before babbling and screaming from the tickling and ice torture.
Glenn continued to lick, pulling gently at Steve's cock hairs sticking out, and followed the straps, licking Steve's butt, following the straps down into the smelly and musky crevice, between his quivering legs, shaking now with ecstasy. Steve's body now could no longer withstand the assault and his dick started to harden completely. I dropped the ice cube stick and began licking Steve's back and beautiful white bubble butt, and then licked his crack and tongued his hole, while he screamed "God...Oh gawd.....Oh Jesus!!!!!!"
Jesse, panting with lust, managed to yell "hey Steve, I thought you were a straight macho stud? I thought you said faggots can't make you cum. What's happening now?"
Steve shook his head violently, as if suddenly reminded of his manhood, and jerked at his restraints violently yelling "no fucking way...ooooh...oooh....gawd....don't do this...fuck...NO!!!!!!!" Jerking his body only caused more pain from the clothes pins, and he yelled "OH FUCK!!! SHIT!!!" Then it was back to laughing, and then fighting the overwhelming pleasure of having his body thoroughly serviced.
We started licking and sucking his feet, causing Steve to squirm and jerk even more, while I licked a this butt crack, and moved my hands up and down his back, while Daniel and Aaron tickled the inside of his legs. Funny - before we got into tickling Mark last time, we thought licking Steve or any handsome stud like him was the big turn-on. Now, after torturing Mark, licking Steve in ticklish spots - his feet, armpits, back, asscrack, causing him to gasp, scream, yell, laugh - THAT was the real turn-on. The tickling went on for almost 2 hours without let up. (we would alternate the tickling and ice torture and the licking, slowing down to give him a rest - but we never really stopped - someone was ALWAYS touching the boy to keep him properly stimulated. So he never really rested - and at the end of two hours, was a sweating profusely - his hair matted on his head, his armpits dripping. But somehow he was still fighting us.
Glenn meanwhile his eyes glazed with lust, could no longer stand it, and yanked down Steve's jock, his 6 inch steel hard cut dick flopped out, bouncing up and down, his large walnut sized balls jiggling from Steve's twisting and struggling.
Glenn moved and sniffed the beautiful cock head, covered with pre-cum, and lightly tongued the spongy head, licking it clean and then licking gently under the glans head, while Steve moaned, gasped loudly and shuddered, his butt clenching and unclenching from the licking that I gave it. "Stop it, oh oh oh oh oh oh...I don't wanna cum..please...you win...don't...don't.....oh fuck!!!! stop IT!!!!!! Steve begged, his body squirming.
Picture the scene: a blond handsome gymnast, tied who are sucking his dick, balls, tonguing his asshole, sucking his two feet, sucking at his neck, ears and nipples, trying to make him cum. It was just too much to endure - even to watch such a hunky straight guy being forced to cum! Glenn now was licking up and down the shaft, while Daniel moved up from Steve's feet to sucking his entire ball sac. Steve gasped and yelled when Daniel's mouth enclosed his entire "OH FUCKIN GAWD!!!!!!OH JESUS!!!!OH OH OH OH!!!!!!!!!'
Glenn now was sucking the entire steel hard shaft completely, while Aaron now was tonguing Steve's ears, making Steve nearly go crazy with lust now. He was babbling and now moaning, his chest heaving and stomach tight with ecstasy. His butt clenched and unclenched, and I continued to lick it....
I glanced up and saw Steve's head tilted back, his body completely taunt,, his pelvis pushed out by that padded bar, his hard dick flopping up and down, his hands fisted and clenched, while he muttered "oh noohnoohitfeels sogood..ohnoohohohohitfeels.. sogooddon't stop oh shit!!!!! Oo...ohohohohgawdnononon NO!!!ohoh oh OH OH OH OH I'm cumin!!!!oh Oh Oh Oh STOP OH OH STOP STOP OH NO...I'M CUMMING OH!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly his body tensed, Glenn pulled off the head, giving it one last swirl, and jerked Steve's rock hard cock, so we could all see the massive straight boy's cum. It squirted out, gushing out his cock like bullets, on Glenn's face, chest, while Daniel tried to capture as much of it into a small paper cup, while Steve yelled, and his pelvis thrust out as far as his bound body would let him. Glenn continued milking Steve's cock, which squirted about 14 times (beating Mark's record) nearly filling the small cup with hot, sweet smelling boy cum.
Steve's cock head glistened with cum, while he slumped in his restraints, totally spent, his cock now slowly becoming limp, his body shuddering violently from the greatest longest orgasm he probably ever had in his life. His pelvis still lewdly was pushed out, his softening dick, still thrust out.
Steve's head hung against his chest, and he was drooling, muttering "oh Jesus....oh....oh....." slurring his words, warm from his intense orgasm. He was totally exhausted, and he sagged completely - as much as his bound body would let him. The poor boy thought that he lived through the worst of it at least. He thought wrong. He muttered "I gotta piss..oh please...shit you guys...let me go...gotta piss". Well from all those drinks, we guessed he really needed to. So I got a large plastic and stuck his dick in it, tilting it slightly and told him to piss in it. He started to curse again (what a mouth that boy had!), but then sagged, and quickly gave in, piss suddenly flowing out of his semi-hard cock - nearly filling the large plastic cup with hot piss. We were going to make him drink it, then realized there were many old guys who would pay big bucks to have THIS boy's piss. We did make him sip it (for fun). He didn't know what it was at first, and spit it out, cursing and yelling. We saved the rest - telling him that old faggots wanted it. He shook his head in disbelief and then pleaded with us to let him go saying "you had your fun...please....please....let me go.....I can't take anymore....shit....." He was sagged - seemingly spent from his ordeal.
We of course were only half way there. We intended to teach straight boy a real lesson. Glenn smiled at us, while he suddenly began to slowly - agonizingly slowly, rub Steve's already cum-lubricated cock head - just the head, and the ridge under it. Glenn suddenly pulled out a medium metal cock ring, and pushed it quickly down Steve's semi-hard shaft, and somehow - with much pain for Steve, pulled his warm balls through. Steve gasped in pain and yelled "you bastard..what the fuck are you doing....oh shit it hurts...oh shit..takeit off...please....oh fuck...." Glenn ignoring the insolence of our blond idol, just as quickly began to polish and rub Steve's very sensitive cockhead, and the area just below the head - very slowly, using the boy's cum (mixed with some of Glenn's spit). Steve's head jerked, his body twisted and he screamed another high pitch scream - almost like a girls, yelling "OH GOD NO!!!!!!!! OH SHIT!!!!!!!GOD!!!!! NO!!!! PLEASE!!! STOP!!!! STOP!!!!! OH....OH OH....OH....PLEASE!!!!NO MORE!!!!!PLEASE!!!" he begged.
Until our session with Mark the previous week, we never before knew how erotic and what a torture it could be to rub a guy's cock after he's cum - and to make him cum again. To milk him/ For Steve, it must have been the worst part of the tickle torture and cum session - and it was meant to be just that.
His body, though weak from his ordeal, violently pulled at the restraints - so much that I almost feared he would break the ropes that tied him. The outburst was short lived however - he had no fight left in him after his nearly 2-1/2 hour ordeal - and he slumped, his head shaking wildly, his chest heaving, his stomach tight, while he moaned and whimpered. Glenn now polished Steve's cock head with one hand, while slowly jerking his shaft, adding a little lubricant. I moved to suck his balls, while Aaron gently tickled his sides, causing Steve to squirm and twist. As Steve's dick got hard once more - it now stayed hard because of the cock ring, he moaned and said "oh Jesus......oh Jesus....oh oh oh", and when Jesse tongued his face and then tongued Steve's ears, gently pinching his nipples with his hands, Steve screamed and came again, his cum shooting out of his dick with almost as much power as before - only this time, just six squirts, while Daniel placed the nearly full cum cup beneath Steve's squirting cock head.
We were going to force Steve to drink ALL of his cum, but we decided to have him drink just some of it - we want to keep the rest for ourselves. He of course refused, but after tickling his sides, feet and armpits, he quickly obeyed and swallowed his cum, trying to spit it out, and then cursing us weakly "oh you fuckin faggots....I'll get yours...I swear...oh..."
Jesse then said "Hey Steve...I guess you lost the bet, not once, but twice. But I think these faggots want to be fair, right? So...Being that you are so straight and al, they'll keep at it until you DON'T cum anymore, and then you can win the bet, ..okay.." Before Aaron could finish, Steve's head jerked up and he screamed "NO!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!GAWD NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and started to jerk and struggle, pulling at his restraints in one last attempt to break free. We waited two minutes before he collapsed and then we began tickling and jerking him to five more unwanted orgasms (each time he came less and less). Three hours later, Steve was reduced to a whimpering, babbling incoherent weak boy whose dick was nearly red from the constant sucking and jerking off, his balls painfully contracted from the constant cumming.
By the fifth time, his dick was large, but limp and it was clear he could cum no more -he was crying for us to stop. By then we had jerked off several times, even rubbing our dicks up and down his ass crack (scaring him to death that we would fuck him). At that point we gave him a choice of cumming a 6th MORE times (since he lost the bet) or allowing them to shove a dildoe up his ass. He also had a choice of dildoes: one with a battery vibrator - and another that was the same size (about 7 inches and 2inches wide), without. The problem for him is, if he chose the one without, it would also mean he had to endure 20 MORE minutes of tickling all over his body again. We had paused in touching his body - awaiting his answer.
Steve was clearly spent - and near total exhaustion after 4-1/2 hours of intense tickle torture and cum control/milking. But he struggled briefly - for about 30 seconds, more out of pure frustration and anger toward us than really thinking he could break loose. He whimpered "oh you fuckin' bastards...why...oh shit....that's no fuckin choice....fuck you.....I hate you...God....you guys made your point...oh....shit....I lost...so let me go....no more...I can't take no more...please..."
"Well, that's sweet, but either YOU choose, or these faggots will do ALL three to you...and you got three seconds dude," Jesse said sternly. To make his point, Jesse hit the clothes pins that were still attached to Steve's nipples and belly button, causing him to scream.
"Okay...shit...fuck you...fuck you all," he yelled in frustration, buckling and struggling. He paused, sagged, now totally resigned, "alright....I don't give a shit what you do...do what you want...use the...dildoe with....oh god...with...the ...shit....vibrator...just get it over with now you fuckers...."
"Good choice Steve...and we will," Jesse said mockingly.
Daniel turned on the dildoe with the vibrator, holding it near Steve's ear. Steve tried to jerk away from the sound - clearly startled, and now scared. Straight boy probably had nothing ever put up his ass before . To relax him, we forced him to drink three more shots of scotch, had him take another hit of Rush - and he was gone, yelling "oh fuckin' shit!!!!!" as Daniel put the dildoe touching the boy's quivering anus. Steve tried in vain to clench his ass cheeks. Unfortunately for him, Aaron and I each pulled his cheeks apart, while Glenn lightly tickled his ribcage, causing Steve to laugh and loose control. Daniel bit Steve's ear lightly, as he shoved the dildoe all the way up, brushing Steve's prostate, causing him to scream, yell - gasping for breath. His dick hardened, and as Daniel shoved the dildoe in and out, brushing Steve's virgin prostate, the boy gasped, and then shot a 6th load of cum - dribbles, to be sure - but not a bad load. He begged us to stop. Of course we did - after another 30 minutes (in which time he came one more time - though just barely). At a turn-on to see a straight hunky guy being raped by a dildoe - and at his request!
So that he would sort of forget the incident as a drunken prank or something, we forced Steve to drink another two or three shots of scotch, which got him real drunk again, and untied him. He nearly collapsed in our arms, naked. We took off the clothes pins and played with his swollen, red nipples...even though he was nearly unconscious, he gasped in pain. We drove him back to his apartment (lucky we had his keys and wallet from his gym clothes), put him gently on his bed, leaving him naked. Lying there, sweaty, totally out of it, Steve still looked gorgeous, Each of us gave him one last cock suck, and Glenn licked his ass one last ass lick. It was such a turn on to have done this to such a straight good looking guy - a guy until tonight we never saw naked and never thought before we would be able to see hard. Before leaving, like we did with Mark, we went through Steve's dirty clothes hamper. He kept his in a cardboard box, and lucky for us (like Mark), he had a week's worth of dirty underwear, a dirty jock, and dirty T-shirts. We each took one as a souvenir of the night. I managed to grab a Calvin Klieg jockey shorts, with Steve's piss stains on the front pouch, and a slight skid mark on the seat. It had a wonderful scent - musky, pure man!!! IT made for a wonderful remembrance of the night we taught Steve a lesson. We couldn't wait to get the next cute straight guy - a guy named Ryan, a gorgeous dark haired college athlete. But that's our next story.
Eric Lane
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scotts60143 - November 8, 2024, 7:56 am
Any story by Eric Lane is so damn HOT!!! He writes in such detail you just feel like you are there…actually wishing you were there! I can just picture Steve being worked over…and over…and over! Fun times!