Chapter 152 - STRAIGHT AND BOUND 2: STEVE

After teaching Mark a lesson, the six of us: Aaron, Justin, Glenn, Jesse, Daniel and me - Eric, reached such a s.e.x.u.a.l high that we knew that Mark wouldn't be the last. He couldn't be.

Tying up a straight handsome guy, against his will, playing with his body, tickling him without mercy, and then making him c.u.m against his will (milking him until he was completely dry) was no longer a jerk off fantasy, but literally an e.r.o.t.i.c dream come true.

It was because of Mark - and his intense reactions (and literal screaming) that we learned how hot controlling when a guy could shoot and hot e.r.o.t.i.c it was making him c.u.m over and over - all against his will.

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 that such a workout might fix.

Jesse wanted to pick the next guy.

"Steve needs to be taught a lesson guys. Glenn and I work with him 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 their work to see Jesse. Steve was "boy band 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 a.s.s, flat stomach and the classic 6 pack abs (well, not exactly, but close).

Steve had a very c.o.c.ky attitude, especially towards his s.e.x.u.a.l abilities with women - which given his looks and build, were actually 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 s.e.x - and also gay s.e.x.

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 l.u.s.ted after his body.

Steve definitely wasn't open or probably even really aware of the kinky side of s.e.x and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e 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 - but he was also cute. Steve tended to wear loose T-shirts and baggy jeans and boxers, and size 9-1/2 Reeboks. Since all of us were u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r fetish freaks too, we were curious also about Steve's u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r (he did sometimes wear the classic white 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) f.u.c.k as much p.u.s.s.y as he could get. Girls would flock around him - who was true enough - his boyish good looks would attract ANYONE.

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 f.u.c.k.i.n.g - but very conventional in his technique.

Straight missionary style, with piston-like pounding by his hard f.u.c.k meat in and out of that lucky snatch, and done in about 15 minutes.

Even though he was f.u.c.k.i.n.g a girl, it was great seeing this beautiful straight Adonis - his beautiful white muscled tight b.u.t.t, clenching and unclenching in s.e.x.u.a.l anticipation, his steel hard prick 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 p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e (ours and his). More important, he needed to learn that he wasn't always in control of his body. That we could force him to writhe, m.o.a.n, beg and c.u.m whenever we wished. That would be a lesson he needed to learn like Mark. For us, he was a marked man.

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, two bottles of amyl, lubricants, feathers, blindfolds, ice cube sticks, and even a c.o.c.k ring, and this time, a couple of dildoes of varying sizes.

Unlike Mark, we intended to really work this boy over. After our torturing of good ole Mark, Justin and Daniel studied the various techniques of tying up guys - we wanted to make sure Steve couldn't possibly get loose, given his muscled build. 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?"

"Tonight? Shit yeah!" grinned Steve "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 p.o.r.no 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 l.u.s.ted 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.

We made fun of Steve's obvious body odor (which actually smelled GREAT to us), saying he stunk.

"Hey f.u.c.k you all! Man, I'm sorry for not changing 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.

"Yeah... Sure, but get some shit to drink. Try this hard stuff instead of the beer Steve... there's plenty of time" Jesse said, passing Steve a tall glass of 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!

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't all that used to drinking hard liquor - mostly beers, so he got a buzz almost immediately.

"F.u.c.k, 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 s.e.x 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 f.u.c.k anything. When are they coming?" He sort of glanced down at his crotch, it looked like it got semi-hard as he said it.

His 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 p.u.s.s.y, right?", trying to keep the conversation focused on s.e.x- and keeping our boy horny.

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 "f.u.c.k no, man. No f.u.c.kin' way... how could a faggot make a straight guy c.u.m? No way. No f.u.c.kin way, cause it would be wrong. You know? Repulsive. Just no way..." Steve said, slightly slurring his words and started to laugh (so did we nervously) and then giggled "I mean that's f.u.c.kin' freaky, you know?" He thought we were joking.

The great thing is that Steve seemed to REALLY believe what he said. That made him even more desirable for us - the idea that we had a guy who we would be assaulting - making him c.u.m 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 s.u.c.k.i.n.g d.i.c.k, 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... that would be f.u.c.kin gross... couldn't do that to 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

f.u.c.kin... 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 f.u.c.k.i.n.g 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,..."

He paused, seeming to change his mind. We waited for what seemed like hours. Would he do it?

"$200 bucks man - and no one needs to know and you'll probably win," Jesse urged.

Steve just stared, blushing alittle, looking down, moving his glass back and forth alittle, clearly nervous and trying to decide what to do - but his mind was in almost a daze. It was hard to tell if the boy was actually contemplating doing the bet - or if he was just waiting for the awkward conversation to move on to a different subject.

"$200 bucks dude...all yours," Daniel added almost urgently. They had to get Steve to agree fast or he would panic and back out.

Steve paused, looked up, sighing and then shrugged, slurring his words sort of "ooooh f.u.c.kkk"

He looked down, blushing alittle (from the drinks and from agreeing to the bet probably), mumbling "$200 bucks man... I could use it... as long as no one says anything. F.u.c.k, I need the money and there's no way faggots can make me c.u.m. F.u.c.k, 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 wasn't really all that drunk - though he was buzzed for sure. The drug helped to disorient the boy enough for us to make our move.

We waited five minutes, before all of us approached him. Jesse called out "Hey Steve, are you okay man?"

He shook the cute boy by his muscled arm, squeezing slightly his bicep. 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 p.e.n.i.s 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. Daniel sort of held him up, letting his hands wander up and down the boy's c.h.e.s.t, and groping his crotch. A few minutes later we arrived at the workout room and half walked, half held Steve to the same place that we tortured Mark.

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 l.e.w.d way. The padded bar still allowed us complete access to Steve's back and b.u.t.t, 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, though hanging by his arms. 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 - what the f.u.c.k??? Hey!!! What..man... what the f.u.c.k 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 f.u.c.k 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. F.u.c.k... there is no way I am letting f.u.c.kin 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 c.u.m. And maybe milk you. I mean they aren't supposed to..." (pausing for dramatic effect), "f.u.c.k 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!!!!! F.u.c.k no!!!!! What the f.u.c.k... don't you f.u.c.kin' do this shit on me... stay the f.u.c.k away. This is freakin' bullshit...

F.u.c.kinnnnletmego Jesse,whoeverishere..f.u.c.k let me ... I'll kill anyonewho f.u.c.kin' 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 l.e.w.d sight having 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 sweaty muscled 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 c.u.m. Glenn, Daniel and I grabbed Steve's sweaty T-shirt and ripped it off him, while Steve yelled "F.U.C.K!! NO!!!"

The boy's expanded his muscled and defined c.h.e.s.t 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 tight bulging tight Hanes boxer b.r.i.e.f.s (that was a nice surprise!). We ripped off the shorts in one motion while the boy yelled and protested, still struggling to break loose. It was hot to see this boy in tight white u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, with a healthy bulge and nearly n.a.k.e.d.

Three of us got near him and gently - very gently touched his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r covered prick and balls, tracing the outline of his limp s.e.x organ, tracing the outline of the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r to his backside, between his quivering t.h.i.g.hs. He yelled and struggled even harder cursing at us to "keep your f.u.c.kin hands off me!!!!!!"

We fondled him through his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r (his d.i.c.k grew slightly), jiggling his loose balls, moving a finger up and down his b.u.t.t crack through his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r - sniffing the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r that covered his balls. After 20 minutes of this, we slowly, very slowly pulled down the boxer b.r.i.e.f.s and were

surprised to see that he also was wearing a snow-white jockstrap, from his wrestling practice, to our delight!.

We ripped off the boxer b.r.i.e.f.s, 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 c.h.e.s.t, down from his brownish-blond armpit hairs, down to his 6-pack abs, into his concave belly button, 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 milky muscled tight white a.s.s cheeks - and see his dark a.s.s crack, ever so often just giving a hint of his v.i.r.g.i.n asshole.

We approached him together and began (without speaking), touching and sniffing his entire body, except his crotch and b.u.t.t - 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, F.u.c.k!!!!!! No bet... get away... f.u.c.kin I will kill you faggots!!!!!!!!

Glenn began sniffing Steve's armpits, touching his c.h.e.s.t, and then sniffed his way around to his back, down to his exposed b.u.t.t crack, sniffing at it, but not touching it.

Steve's d.i.c.k 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 c.h.e.s.t, fingering gently Steve's erect brown dime sized n.i.p.p.l.es.

I meanwhile sniffed the front of his jock and played with his t.h.i.g.hs, 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 - F.u.c.k!!!! Let me Go NOW!!!"

Jesse got in front of the struggling boy and then twisted Steve's n.i.p.p.l.es hard (the technique he learned was useful after disciplining Mark).

Steve gasped, buckled and squirmed, and then screamed "OH SHIT!!! SHIT!!!! WHAT THE F.U.C.K!!!! SHIT!!!!! STOP!! PLEASE F.U.C.K 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 from underneath his blindfold).

He gasped and pleaded for Jesse to stop. Jesse then let go of one n.i.p.p.l.e -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 n.i.p.p.l.es, causing the boy to buckle violently, and scream "OH F.U.C.K!! 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 n.i.p.p.l.es 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. Everytime to 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 and laughing "What!!! What!!!! Shit... get away!!! Oh Jesus - get away!!! Oh shit 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 s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and ticklish.

Steve pulled at his restraints, and though his d.i.c.k 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 almost screaming "oh god... oh gawd... oh Jesus, stop it... stop it... please oh please.." before dissolving into almost hysterical laughter mixed with some pain - the clothes pins flopped up and down and back and forth, pinching his swollen n.i.p.p.l.es. His movement was restricted, but he still struggled.

Perversely his stomach and pelvis quivered with laughter - thrust out l.e.w.dly because of the padded bar behind.

Finally Aaron stopped. Glenn looked glazed with l.u.s.t, 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, now terrorized by the tickle torture, desperately tried to kick them away..."Oh God... don't even think - shit don't - f.u.c.k NO!!!!! Don't!!! Please someone help me... stop them please!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! I'll f.u.c.kin 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!! Hahahahahahhaha" laughing almost insanely.

We watched Steve's body twisting and turning, his muscled c.h.e.s.t and n.i.p.p.l.es, 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 f.u.c.kin' n.i.p.p.l.es... 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!!!!F.U.C.K!!!!!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 flat stomach, and then up to Steve's c.h.e.s.t and touching his now ice cold erect n.i.p.p.l.es as the boy struggled violently.

Steve shrieked at the touch 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 d.i.c.k and prec.u.m - though still not completely hard. It looked like 6 and 1/2 inches of cut d.i.c.k. Little did he know that his agony was just beginning - that d.i.c.k 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, very slowly and then down his sides, before moving it slowly at the top of his b.u.t.t crack. I pried open his tightly clenched v.i.r.g.i.n crack. Despite being assaulted, 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 gasped "OHF.U.C.K!!!!!!!!" and screamed even more. Never before had his most intimate part of his body been violated or touched by another person before.

His entire body shuddered violently at the ice-cold sensation that sent electric-like shocks from his puckered asshole and b.u.t.t crack through

his entire body. He shook, cursed, yelled, and screamed in desperation and sheer anguish driven to the edge by the unbearable cold ice.

Steve's 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 n.i.p.p.l.es 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 l.i.c.k.i.n.g at the edge of Steve's damp and smelly bulging jockstrap nestling the straight stud's huge throbbing f.u.c.k meat, where the pouch and the inside t.h.i.g.hs met.

Steve desperately tried to close his legs and shrieked "God, stop ... get away..." before babbling and screaming from the tickling and ice torture.

Glenn continued to lick, pulling gently at Steve's wiry c.o.c.k hairs sticking out, and followed the straps, l.i.c.k.i.n.g Steve's b.u.t.t, following the straps down into the smelly and musky crevice, between his quivering legs, shaking now with ecstasy.

The odor was strong. Steve's body now could no longer withstand the assault and his d.i.c.k started to harden completely.

I dropped the ice cube stick and began l.i.c.k.i.n.g Steve's back and beautiful white bubble b.u.t.t, and then licked his crack and tongued his hole, while he screamed "God... Oh gawd... Oh Jesus!!!!!!"

Jesse, panting with l.u.s.t, managed to yell "hey Steve, I thought you were a straight macho stud? I thought you said faggots can't make you c.u.m. What's happening now?"

Steve shook his head violently, as if suddenly reminded of his straight boy manhood, jerked at his restraints violently yelling "NO F.U.C.K.I.N.G WAY OOOOH!!! OOOOH!!!! OOOOH SHIT!!!! OOOOOH!!!! DON'T OOOOH DOOOO OOOOH THIS!!!! OOOOH F.U.C.K!!!"

Jerking his body only caused more pain from the clothes pins, and he yelled "OH F.U.C.K!!! SHIT!!!"

Then it was back to laughing, and then fighting the overwhelming p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of having his body thoroughly serviced.

"GOOOOOD!!!!! NO!!!! I'MNOTAFAG... F.U.C.K... STOP... NO" he yelled and pleaded, mouth open and teeth clenched.

We started l.i.c.k.i.n.g and s.u.c.k.i.n.g his feet and squirming sweaty toes, causing Steve to buckle and jerk even more. I licked his tight, clenched b.u.t.t 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 that the l.i.c.k.i.n.g itself of any handsome straight boy would be the big turn-on.

Now, after torturing and l.i.c.k.i.n.g Mark and now Steve everywhere including their most ticklish spots - their feet, toes, armpits, back, asscrack - the real big turn-on was hearing these straight boys gasp, scream, yell, laugh on our command. We controlled them. F.u.c.k that was hot!

The tickling went on for almost 2 hours without let up. (we would alternate the tickling and ice torture and the l.i.c.k.i.n.g, 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 l.u.s.t, could no longer stand it, and yanked down Steve's jock, his 6 inch steel hard cut d.i.c.k flopped out,

bouncing up and down, his large walnut sized balls jiggling from Steve's twisting and struggling.

Glenn moved and sniffed the beautiful c.o.c.k head, covered with pre-c.u.m, and lightly tongued the spongy head, l.i.c.k.i.n.g it clean and then l.i.c.k.i.n.g gently under the glans head, while Steve m.o.a.n.e.d, gasped loudly and shuddered, his b.u.t.t clenching and unclenching from the l.i.c.k.i.n.g that I gave it. "Stop it, oh oh oh oh oh oh... I don't wanna c.u.m..please... you win... don't... don't... oh f.u.c.k!!!! stop IT!!!!!! Steve begged, his

body squirming.

Picture the scene: a blond handsome gymnast, tied who are s.u.c.k.i.n.g his d.i.c.k, balls, tonguing his asshole, s.u.c.k.i.n.g his two feet, s.u.c.k.i.n.g at his neck, ears and n.i.p.p.l.es, trying to make him c.u.m. It was just too much to endure - even to watch such a hunky straight guy being forced to c.u.m!

Glenn now was l.i.c.k.i.n.g up and down the shaft, while Daniel moved up from Steve's feet to s.u.c.k.i.n.g his entire ball sac. Steve gasped and yelled when Daniel's mouth enclosed his entire "OH F.U.C.KIN GAWD!!!!!!OH JESUS!!!!OH OH OH OH!!!! YOU CAN'T... OH GOD... FUCCKIN DO THIS TO ME... OH GOD... STOP!!!!!'

Glenn now was s.u.c.k.i.n.g the entire steel hard shaft completely, while Aaron now was tonguing Steve's ears, making Steve nearly go crazy with l.u.s.t now. He was babbling and now m.o.a.ning, his c.h.e.s.t heaving and stomach tight with ecstasy. His b.u.t.t clenched and unclenched, and I continued to lick it.

I glanced up and saw Steve's head tilted back, his body completely tight and rigid, his pelvis pushed out by that padded bar, his hard d.i.c.k 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 c.u.min!!!!oh Oh Oh Oh STOP OH OH STOP STOP OH NO... I'M C.U.M.M.I.N.G OH!!!! No no no no stop stop stop god no no no!!!!!!

Suddenly his body tensed, Glenn pulled off the head, giving it one last swirl, and jerked Steve's rock hard straight boy f.u.c.k meat, so we could all see the massive straight boy's c.u.m.

The throbbing enormous hard prick, with the knob glistening, suddenly squirted out hot straight boy spooge, shooting out like a never ending rain of white hot bullets, on Glenn's face, c.h.e.s.t, while Daniel tried to capture as much of it into a small paper cup, while Steve yelled, and his pelvis l.e.w.dly thrust out as far as his bound body would let him.

Glenn continued milking Steve's c.o.c.k, which squirted about 14 times (beating Mark's record) nearly filling the small cup with hot, sweet smelling boy c.u.m.

Steve's c.o.c.k head glistened with c.u.m, while he slumped in his restraints, totally spent, his c.o.c.k now slowly becoming limp, his body shuddering violently from the greatest longest o.r.g.a.s.m he probably ever had in his life. His pelvis still l.e.w.dly was pushed out, his softening d.i.c.k, still thrust out.

Steve's head hung against his c.h.e.s.t, and he was drooling, muttering "oh Jesus... oh... oh..." slurring his words, warm from his intense o.r.g.a.s.m.

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 d.i.c.k 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 c.o.c.k - 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..."

His sweaty muscled beautiful body 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 grabbed the boy's semi-hard d.i.c.k gently. Steve's body shuddered involuntarily and he whimpered "what what are you... f.u.c.k..."

Glenn then began to slowly - agonizingly slowly, rub Steve's already c.u.m-lubricated c.o.c.k head - just the head, and the ridge under it. Glenn

suddenly pulled out a medium metal c.o.c.k ring, and pushed it quickly down Steve's semi-hard shaft,

and somehow - with much pain for Steve, pulled

his warm tight balls through.

Steve gasped in pain and yelled "you bastard..what the f.u.c.k are you doing... oh shit it hurts... oh shit..takeit off... please... oh f.u.c.k..."

Glenn ignoring the insolence of our blond idol, just as quickly began to polish and rub Steve's very s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.o.c.khead, and the area just below the head - very slowly, using the boy's c.u.m (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 e.r.o.t.i.c and what a torture it could be to rub a guy's c.o.c.k after he's c.u.m and to make him c.u.m again. We knew from our own experience jerking off that our c.o.c.ks - especially the head - was real s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e after shooting it's load. But until Mark, none of us ever thought of seeing and hearing what would happen if we continued to rub, polish and stroke a tied up dude's c.o.c.k, focusing on the head, after he shot. I mean there was nothing Mark could do but take it. And we made him take it - and it was incredible to hear and see his violent reaction. To milk him. It was pure torture. And humiliating for Mark - and our other straight boy victims - to have no defense against it, breaking down almost immediately. It was f.u.c.k.i.n.g amazing seeing strong, muscled straight boys reduced to crying and begging when we played with their c.o.c.kheads after they shot their load. Whose a f.u.c.kin man now? Yeah, we would taunt them as we rubbed their knob, polished it, stroked it. Force them to take it.

For Steve, it must have been the worst part of the tickle torture and c.u.m session and it was meant to be just that. It was worse than being tickled - the feeling was far too intense.

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 c.h.e.s.t heaving, his stomach tight, while he m.o.a.n.e.d and whimpered.

Glenn now polished Steve's c.o.c.k head with one hand, while slowly jerking his shaft, adding a little lubricant. He shrieked.

I moved to suck his balls, while Aaron gently tickled his sides, causing Steve to squirm and twist. As Steve's d.i.c.k got hard once more - it

now stayed hard because of the c.o.c.k ring, he

m.o.a.n.e.d and said "oh Jesus... oh Jesus... oh oh oh", and when Jesse tongued his face and then tongued Steve's ears, gently pinching his n.i.p.p.l.es with his hands. He was literally crying and begging for us to stop.

Steve screamed and came again, his hot thick creamy straight boy c.u.m shooting out of his throbbing f.u.c.k meat with almost as much power as before - only this time, just six squirts, while

Daniel placed the nearly full c.u.m cup beneath Steve's squirting c.o.c.k head.

We were going to force Steve to drink ALL of his c.u.m, 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 c.u.m, trying to spit it out, and then cursing us weakly "oh you f.u.c.kin 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 c.u.m 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 o.r.g.a.s.ms (each time he came less and less). Three hours later, Steve was reduced to a whimpering, babbling incoherent weak boy whose d.i.c.k was nearly red from the constant s.u.c.k.i.n.g and jerking off, his balls painfully contracted from the constant c.u.m.m.i.n.g.

By the fifth time, his d.i.c.k was large, but limp and it was clear he could c.u.m no more -he was crying for us to stop. By then we had jerked off several times, even rubbing our d.i.c.ks up and down his a.s.s crack (scaring him to death that we would f.u.c.k him).

At that point we gave him a choice of c.u.m.m.i.n.g six MORE times (since he lost the bet) or allowing them to shove a dildo up his a.s.s. 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 c.u.m 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 f.u.c.kin' bastards... why... oh shit... that's no f.u.c.kin choice... f.u.c.k 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 n.i.p.p.l.es and belly button, causing him to scream.

"Okay... shit... f.u.c.k you... f.u.c.k 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... dildo with... oh god... with... the ... shit... vibrator... just get it over with now you f.u.c.kers and let me the f.u.c.k go." The straight boy - totally defeated now - choked back a sob that endeared him further to his sadistic tormentors.

"Good choice Steve... nd we will," Jesse said mockingly.

Daniel turned on the dildo with the vibrator, holding it near Steve's ear. Steve tried to jerk away from the sound - clearly startled, and now

scared.

Straight boy Steve probably had nothing ever put up his a.s.s 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 f.u.c.kin' shit!!!!!" as Daniel put the dildo touching the boy's quivering tight v.i.r.g.i.n hole.

"NO!" Steve pleaded- almost in a whisper, s.u.c.k.i.n.g in his tight stomach even more, his body rigid again.

Steve tried in vain to clench his a.s.s cheeks. Unfortunately for him, Aaron and I each pried his tight muscled sweaty 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.

To his dismay, the straight boy's f.u.c.k meat throbbed and became engorged with blood hardening as Daniel shoved the dildo in and out, brushing his prostate sending electric shocks of unbelievable and never before experienced p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e throughout Steve's taut body. The boy, bewildered at how he could be forced to respond this way - and the overwhelming feeling caused by the dildo thrusting into his asshole - gasped, and then shot a sixth load of c.u.m - dribbles, to be sure - but not a bad load. He begged us to stop, as his body heaved and shook.

Of course we did - after another 30 minutes (in which time he came one more time - though just barely).

What a turn-on to see a straight hunky guy being r.a.p.ed by a dildo - and at his request! We turned the dildo on high, watching his body squirm, twist and quiver - his mouth mouthing some foul words to us that we couldn't hear - and then screaming for us to stop.

After another 30 minutes we did - pulling out the dildo fast and rudely, causing the boy to gasp and yell.

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 n.a.k.e.d.

We took off the clothespins and played with his swollen, red n.i.p.p.l.es...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 n.a.k.e.d. Lying there, sweaty, totally out of it, Steve still looked gorgeous.

Each of us gave him one last c.o.c.k suck, and Glenn licked his a.s.s one last a.s.s 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 n.a.k.e.d 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 u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, a dirty jock, and dirty T-shirts. We each took one as a souvenir of the night.

I managed to grab a Calvin Klein 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 may sound repulsive and dirty, but this was the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r that once hugged tightly the most intimate parts of a straight handsome s.e.xy guy. THAT made it a jerk off fantasy to hold his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r - knowing this was once touching his d.i.c.k, balls and a.s.s. 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 in Straight and Bound Part 3.