Chapter 151 - 1 STRAIGHT AND BOUND PART 1: MARK

Mark was just too cute, too handsome on most days, well actually EVERYDAY. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, about 5'11", with a tight gymnast build and gorgeous face and smile. By chance, he was my roommate for a few months during my first year in college. He didn't know that I only dreamed every second of putting my face in his crotch and l.i.c.k.i.n.g his beautiful bubble b.u.t.t.

Mark was straight as the proverbial arrow. He dated many women, but never really had an on-going relationship. He must of had dozens of girls who loved him - but he was too busy with school and sports to settle on just one. He was the sort of guy who was vulnerable, yet c.o.c.ky as hell. He was on the gymnastic team, and generally was a great natural athlete.

He was a frat boy too. He wasn't cruel or mean, but because of his looks and ability, he was sometimes very arrogant. He knew that his looks turned people on - and he knew that even guys liked to look at him. He didn't like it - but it seemed to flatter him (in the way that one guy might envy another guy's build).

Despite his good looks, it seems Mark never had a gay experience - at least one he would admit to. While he didn't hate gays - he could not understand why another guy would "want to b.u.t.t f.u.c.k another guy. I mean that's f.u.c.kin gross..." he once said. But he seemed to know that girls and guys liked to look at him. That seemed to please and irritate him.

There was a small group of us on campus - somewhat nerdy guys - not ugly, just sort of the "non-frat boy" types - who discovered that we were gay, and after denials, admitted we each had an obsession with Mark.

I have to admit we did some things we are not proud of. Each of us followed him around - not stalking him, but just happened to be around when he went to a particular campus bathroom to take a leak. One of us would stand discreetly next to him at the urinal, and if lucky, got a quick look at his d.i.c.k. He was shy about his private parts though, and he pissed with one hand sort of shielding his c.o.c.k. Or when he worked out. We even tried to break into his room to steal some of his dirty clothes (u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and stuff).

Unfortunately his roommate was a nerd - and apparently as.e.x.u.a.l. And worse, the type of person who almost never was gone from the room. (He did leave the night we decided to "get" Mark though). When I lived with Mark briefly, he was careful about putting away his dirty clothes.

Though I was able to snatch a dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r or two, he was pretty shy about stripping down in front of people. I saw him once or twice in his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r - once when he wore tight white b.r.i.e.f.s (C/K's I believe) and another time wearing just boxers. Both times he was sleeping in bed,wearing a t-shirt, with the covers kicked off.

I was too scared to go over and explore his body (he was a light sleeper unfortunately) - so I just stared and stared - once taking a few pictures (they didn't turn out too clear though). It was so hot to see this gorgeous boy, sprawled out in his bed, wearing b.r.i.e.f.s (or boxers), with a nice bulge - he looked like he was posing in a s.e.xy u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r ad for Versace or something. He was so beautiful - and I could smell his scent from my own bed. But it wasn't enough to just stare at him and smell him either.

Once he seemed to sense my obsession with his body (I think he caught me staring at him when he was taking off his shirt), he grew even more careful about stripping in front of me.

Despite his good looks and build he was shy about his body - especially his crotch for some reason. He also seemed to "hide" his dirty clothes (he didn't really, but he made it difficult for me).He never said so, but I think that is the main reason why he found another roommate.

Later, as he became more unapproachable - unreachable, and more arrogant, out fantasies evolved into p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e torture - tickling and c.u.m control, though at the time we didn't really know what that was. Making THIS straight handsome boy c.u.m and suffer seemed the right combination (though we didn't know it at the time). We have Mark to thank for that.

There were six of us - and we finally got the nerve to actually see Mark n.a.k.e.d (we never had before - just a couple of times with his shirt off, wearing shorts running the track). We knew he had just finished his workout and was in the locker room, stripping down for his shower.

Normally the locker rooms were off limits except to the athletes, but on this particular day, no one was around and we snuck in, and walked quietly towards Mark's locker.

We could hear him stripping - taking off his shoes. From where we were,

we could see him strip off his sweaty tank top, and then his shorts, leaving just his damp boxers. God what a body! His smooth body glistened with sweat - and the boxers only gave a hint of a nice sized c.o.c.k. He bent over slightly and started to pull his boxers down - they were halfway down when unfortunately, one of the five (Aaron), got too caught up in the sight of Mark, and g.r.o.a.n.e.d out loud.

The rest of us were startled when Mark turned around towards us, boxers now near his ankles, completely n.a.k.e.d (his c.o.c.k was flaccid( and yelled "what the f.u.c.k???" He blushed and quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it and stormed over to where we were hiding. He yelled at us "what the f.u.c.k are you looking at?????? What the f.u.c.k are you here for????" Mark, despite having a gymnast build and being so good-looking, was quite shy with his body.

This was the first time any of us saw him completely n.a.k.e.d (including me, and I roomed with him before).

We just stared at him, barec.h.e.s.ted, with a white towel tied loosely to his narrow waist. Justin (another one of the five) just stared with his mouth open gazing at Mark's defined c.h.e.s.t and brown colored dime-sized n.i.p.p.l.es.

I noticed Mark's arms - his biceps flexing, with his hands at his side, fisted in anger. We never saw him this mad before - and normally he wouldn't be so intolerant.

He couldn't stand our staring and silence and yelled "get the f.u.c.k out of here you faggots... the f.u.c.kin' show is over... get the f.u.c.k out before I kick your a.s.s...".

Then he actually shoved Aaron, pushing out towards the locker room exit yelling "get the f.u.c.k out you faggot... now. You ain't looking at me! Get out!!!!"

For some reason Mark just went almost berserk and cursed each of us again. Suddenly we started to get mad too, but we ran out the locker room and gathered out in the parking lot. Suddenly, WE were mad and pissed off at Mark.

As we were leaving, we could hear him mutter "god damn f.u.c.kin faggots..."

He never before acted this way - it must have been really unnerved by having a group of guys watching him undress without him knowing it. I never heard him talk like that before.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Aaron said, "F.u.c.k him too!"

Aaron and the rest of us were particularly upset actually pissed, that Mark pushed and insulted him - and all of us.

"That dude needs to be taught a lesson" Justin said, "I mean he didn't have to say all that..."

I nodded and agreed, while Jesse and Daniel both yelled out together "Let's get him!!!!!"

But what did that mean? Well, after seeing our idol n.a.k.e.d and mad, we realized we were horny and mad and now we wanted Mark no matter what.

meant to teach the arrogant jock a lesson in attitude. We talked quickly about how we could "get Mark" .

Justin mentioned tickling - he heard Mark was ticklish, even though he was a "macho straight guy". Jesse blurted out that he wanted us to make Mark c.u.m against his will, especially since he yelled out his hatred for all things gay - while all of us worked on him.

"God - what a f.u.c.k.i.n.g turn on; if Mr. Straight Guy was being s.u.c.k.e.d and

licked by all of us and was forced to shoot his load... how could he live that down???" Jesse said, "who the f.u.c.k does he think he is anyway? Lets make the f.u.c.ker like it..."

We finally agreed and made plans and gathered up the equipment (rope, blindfold, tickling stuff, aromas, beer and a deserted workout room near the gym, late Saturday night when no one would be around.

Jesse lucky for us, worked part time as a cleanup/facilities/janitor there, and therefore had keys to the place. We would have the place all to ourselves. All we had to do was get handsome straight boy Mark.

We knew that Mark loved to party and get drunk - and if possible, f.u.c.k any p.u.s.s.y he could get (and he could get a lot). We knew the guys who would be putting on the party that Mark would probably go to - and we made sure that the girls would stay away from Mark. That wasn't easy -

one girl actually made it past us, and was actually sitting with the buzzed out jock, trying to kiss him and take advantage of the poor guy.

She was even touching his t.h.i.g.h, while he looked at her with half closed eyes and m.o.a.n.e.d softly "nice... oh yeah...".

We quickly moved in and told her we were Mark's buddies and needed to take him back home. We had discreetly spiked Mark's beer and now the buzz he had drifted into a nice easy sleep. By late evening Mark was sleeping off his liquor (and the extra stuff we put in the drinks), in a spare room upstairs. He wasn't really all that passed out - just slightly hung over and drunk.

After we chased the girl away, the five of us went upstairs and picked him up. We told the hosts that we would take him home, since he was much too drunk to drive.

Instead, we put him in Jesse's van (Mark was mumbling incoherently) and drove just a short distance on campus to the workout room. The boy was dumped on the van floor, his body limp and sprawled out.

I couldn't help not touch the passed out boy, with my fingers probing his crotch, feeling the outline of his limp f.u.c.k meat, balls. The other guys - all tense, also began feeling the boy up, touching his pecs, and hard flat stomach. He m.o.a.n.e.d once or twice, not realizing his body was being groped and played with by guys.

The drive to the workout room was short (unfortunately ending the hot session of playing with Mark's passed out body in the van). In the

workout room, was weightlifting equipment and machines.

We half walked and half carried the passed out boy. We were all starting to get hard with anticipation knowing that the moment was getting near when Mark would be at our mercy - and n.a.k.e.d. The tension and nervousness we had was almost too much to bear - anything could go wrong until we tied him up. He WAS strong, and he would certainly kick our asses if we woke up now.

The workout room had several machines and apparatus. We chose earlier to tie Mark to the pull up bars - which was about 6 feet off the ground - with two strong metal bars holding it up, bolted to the wooden floor.

That would give us access to both sides of Mark's body - and that was important. We quickly tied Mark's hands (at each end) to a pull up bar with rope and duct tape (duct tape went on first - several times around his wrists to avoid ropeburn).

While we weren't experts in making knots, we looped the rope several times around his wrists, and then looped it around the top and side bar several times. We looped it around and tied it so many times that there was not way Mark could get away - in fact, we would have to cut him down once we were done with him.

Just as we finished tying his arms, he started to struggle saying "what the f.u.c.k... where the f.u.c.k am I???? What'd... what dyouguysdoing?" he slurred.

He started to struggle and became to curse. His eyes were half closed, and he was still sort of out of it. This boy really needed an attitude lesson even when he was drunk.

Mark was wearing a cotton button down shirt, and khakis, with print boxers, and Nike's. We started to tie his muscled legs, spreading them out at each end.

Now he began to struggle in earnest, yelling "hey! Hey! Man..what???? What the f.u.c.k are you doing! Lemme go! Man - let me the f.u.c.k go!!!!"

Jesse, at this point, quickly tied a blindfold over Mark's eyes - he was starting to come to completely. He still didn't know who abducted him--that caused him to curse and struggle even more.

It took all our might - to hold down his legs and tie them securely at each end, so his body was spread eagled (upright), his arm pits, and body completely tied and at our mercy. It took us several minutes to loop the duct tape, and then rope around his ankles and then to the post holding up the pull-up bar.

To make the boy more secure, we looped room around each of his t.h.i.g.hs (still covered with his pants), and then secured to the post tightly. While he could buckle and struggle - especially his upper body, there was very little movement he could do with his lower body.

He struggled for a few more minutes, pulling at the ropes, yelling "let me go you f.u.c.kers!!!!!" The noise didn't bother us, since the building was almost soundproof and no one was around that late on Saturday night.

He know was fully alert and seemed completely sober. He screamed, "When I get out of this you f.u.c.kers, I will kick your f.u.c.kin a.s.s... let me go... goddamn it!!! F.u.c.k!!!! Youf.u.c.kijn bastards..."

Aaron, his eyes glazing his l.u.s.t, said in a disguised voice, "Mark shut the f.u.c.k up. You are here to pay. We want to see if a straight macho guy can c.u.m if he's touched by a bunch of faggots. Because if he does, what does that make him? Huh?"

Mark, unfortunately, lost it and yelled "f.u.c.k you!!!!!" and spit in the direction of where he heard Aaron speak. The spit actually hit Aaron's hand.

"Bad move Marky Boy. Bad Move" Aaron said in a taunting voice. He walked close to Mark, and then promptly slapped the boy seven or eight times, stunning him - his cheeks now red.

Mark's lips quivered for a moment - it seemed like he wanted to cry, then suddenly he grew defiant and angry again, and whispered "I will f.u.c.kin kill you for that you bastard..."

Aaron just nodded and smiled and said "oh Mark, you'll want to kill us for a lot more than just what I did..."

He pinched Mark's cheek as if he were a child and then kissed his lips as if to taunt him even more.

Before Mark could protest and yell, Jesse and Daniel approached the boy and ripped Mark's cotton shirt off, tearing it completely from his body.

Mark gasped and yelled again. The yelling and cursing only made us hotter, and we watched for a few minutes, while Mark's body squirmed and struggled to break free. It was especially e.r.o.t.i.c now, seeing his n.a.k.e.d, smooth c.h.e.s.t, expanding with air as he yelled and struggled, his cute "innie" bellybutton winking as his rock hard

6-pak abs twisted, and his khakis hung still from his waist, his boxers beginning to show.

Next, Jesse and now Aaron got two pairs of scissors and approached Mark.

"I don't like your attitude. You are not cooperating Mark. Everytime you act bad, you are going to be punished. " Aaron said.

He placed his hands on each of Mark's n.i.p.p.l.es, centered on the mounds of his muscled defined pecs,kneading them gently at first like dough, while Mark s.u.c.k.e.d in his stomach, and tightened his c.h.e.s.t, muttering "you f.u.c.kin queer... you f.u.c.kin queer..."

Aaron said "bad attitude" and then quickly twisted and pinched the boy's n.i.p.p.l.es back and forth, while Mark gasped, screamed and yelled. His sweaty body buckled and struggled - he never knew such pain before, and he screamed "GOD stop!!! Oh shit!!!!! Please!!!! Oh God!!!! You bastard!!!!! F.u.c.k!!!!"

It was a turn-on - I never would have thought so before - to see a hunky guy being worked over by another guy - in this a skinny freshman that he

pushed and insulted.

Aaron continued on, singing "Twist and Shout" mockingly in Mark's ear, while he twisted and pinched his sore n.i.p.p.l.es back and forth, for at least two minutes. A tear or two rolled from under his blindfold, down his cheek, while Mark gasped and begged us to stop. Still Aaron continued.

He wanted this to be a lesson Mark would not forget. We nearly came in our pants watching Mark beg, struggle and scream having his n.i.p.p.l.es tortured. I knew then, that Mark would suffer a lot this evening - and that thought turned made me hornier than ever before.

Aaron said sternly "you will behave?"

Mark stared in the direction of Aaron's voice for a moment, then nodded his head, sagging in his bondage, his c.h.e.s.t heaving from the n.i.p.p.l.e torture. He wasn't defeated - but he wanted the n.i.p.p.l.e torture to stop.

Aaron slowly let go of Mark's n.i.p.p.l.es. Aaron really pinched and twisted

Mark's dime-sized dark n.i.p.p.l.es hard - they were dark red from the twisting. It was as if Aaron was paying Mark back for shoving him out of the locker room.

"We are going to cut your pants off. If you move, we will cut you. It's your choice!" Jesse said in a disguised voice.

Mark said nothing - he seemed scared, and s.u.c.k.e.d in his tight flat stomach. Mark stood still, sweating now from his brown haired arm pits, sweat coming from his c.h.e.s.t, down to his navel, down a trail of brown hair leading down to his pubic bush, still hidden by this pants.

Daniel, Mike and Jesse each started to cut up his pants. Daniel started on one leg from the bottom and worked his way up, exposing Mark's tanned leg and t.h.i.g.hs in no time.

Mark couldn't believe what was happening and muttered almost to himself "Oh shitthbis is f.u.c.kin crazy... this is f.u.c.kin crazy .oh f.u.c.kin

shit..." and shook his head and almost whispered, " stop please... please stop... please"

Aaron meanwhile, concentrated on cutting open Mark's pants near the crotch and seat, while Mike cutup the other pants leg. All three took care in not touching Mark or his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r - yet.

Finally all four just ripped away the pants fabric, while Mark grimaced and stood still, out of fear of being cut. When the ripping and stripping was complete, Mark now stood spread-eagled, nearly n.a.k.e.d, except his shoes, socks and print boxers,. Now hanging low on his waist. His d.i.c.k looked limp but nice sized, though covered.

Mark stood, breathing hard, s.u.c.k.i.n.g in his stomach, now quietly saying "you guys - don't do this - please - keep your f.u.c.kin hands off me. I

mean it. Don't do this... I swear you will regret it... you will... You had your fun. Just let me go and I won't do anything to you. Just let me

go... I mean it..."

Aaron went up to Mark, whose c.h.e.s.t was still heaving from the n.i.p.p.l.e torture, and quickly bent down to his pecs, and s.u.c.k.e.d Mark's right n.i.p.p.l.e.

Mark gasped, and yelled "oh SHIT!!!!! OH!!!! F.U.C.K!!!!!!!!!"

It was still sore - and though Aaron was only s.u.c.k.i.n.g it, the thought of a guy touching him must have made Mark go nuts again. He struggled and started to curse again.

Aaron then bite down on the n.i.p.p.l.e, biting hard - making Mark shriek in pain.

Aaron then let go and said "we don't give a f.u.c.k if you don't do anything to us. The problem for you is, what won't WE do to you???"

Aaron then gestured to me and Jesse. Mark breathed heavily - his c.h.e.s.t heaving - too afraid to say anything. But he wasn't giving in either.

Jesse and I pulled down Mark's boxers slowly, at first just exposing the boy's thick damp bush of pubic hair and the root of his flaccid d.i.c.k.

Jesse brought his face right into Mark's sweaty pubic hair, inhaling the scent and musky smell. He kept his face there for a minute or two, while

the boy tried hard to push him away, using his lower body. It didn't work. We stared at the sight - Mark was beautiful and THIS was so hot and s.e.xy. We could hear Mark mutter "this is dirty, so f.u.c.kin dirty.

Stop... god... no no no".

We then tugged at the boxers and his flaccid d.i.c.k and big balls slipped

out, slapping his t.h.i.g.h. Aaron and Daniel quickly took off Mark's Nike's, and pealed off his socks, slowly, sniffing the dirty socks.

Aaron put his hands on both of Mark's n.i.p.p.l.es - didn't twist or pinch - just touch them. It was enough to make Mark afraid so he wouldn't say anything. His mouth, open, quivered slightly, and he bite back his lower lip as if to hold back yelling.

Now Mark stood there n.a.k.e.d - and gorgeous. He seemed scared and tense - though still defiant and angry. We just stopped and stared at his beautiful young body - none of us (by prior agreement) touched him yet except for Aaron and his kiss, and then n.i.p.p.l.e torture. Also by prior agreement, the abduction and stripping was being videotaped for future posterity (and jerk offs), courtesy of Bobby, who now was nearly going nuts with l.u.s.t.

For another 10 minutes we stared, while Mark started to yell again "let me the f.u.c.k out of here!!!" and began struggling to get loose. That effort went on for about 10 or 15 minutes, and he only succeeded in tiring himself out and sweating even more, creating a delicious added scent to his body. Now we moved in on him, each of us (including Bobby who put the video cam on a tripod - two of cams for back and front shots). His body buckled, causing his limp d.i.c.k to flop back and forth against his t.h.i.g.hs and loose balls.

First we sniffed him - every part of his beautiful body - every part which until today, was forbidden - until today, we thought we had no hope of seeing (never made smelling) his crotch, arm pits and manhood.)

We did that partly because we wanted to smell pretty boy - it was that gorgeous. But we mainly did it to unnerve him - the fact that a pack of faggots were taking advantage of his tied up straight body - sniffing around in his most intimate places, certainly brought him down a notch or two. He blushed in embarrassment - especially when we sniffed his asscrack and crotch. He hung his head in shame - this is something no straight guy could tolerate knowingly - especially in front of 6 guys.

He shook his head "oh shit... god... no... stop... this is so f.u.c.k.i.n.g humiliating..."

When Aaron started to sniff and touch his neck, that seemed to make Mark go crazy again, once he realized what we were doing "Jesus Christ, what the f.u.c.k are you doing!! Get the f.u.c.k away!! Please!!!! F.u.c.kin faggot!!!!!!

Mark attempted to spit at one of us (though being blindfolded, he totally missed hitting anyone). Aaron didn't like his attitude, and pulled the belt off Mark's pants, which was in pieces on the floor.

Without a word, he motioned to all of us to back away alittle and without warning, doubled up the belt and whipped Mark's milky white b.u.t.t hard. Mark gasped - first in total shock, yelling "MY GOD!!!!!" his body suddenly going rigid, his b.u.t.t clenching from the pain.

Aaron smiled evilly to the rest of us, then proceeded to quickly whip Mark's lower back and b.u.t.t with the belt, reddening the buttcheeks,

while Mark's body danced and buckled against the blows. At first the boy tried to hold back from yelling or screaming - he clenched his teeth, just whispering barely "jesus jesus...god" But after the 25th time the belt hit his b.u.t.t, Mark started to scream "STOP STOP STOP....oh shit...f.u.c.k....stop...STOP STOP OH GOD.....SHHITTTT...GOD...."

He was almost crying, his body really struggling now, sweating, his b.u.t.t and lower back almost totally red from the whipping. After 20 more hacks, Aaron stopped and whispered in Mark's ear "you better behave or I'll give you 100 more you shit...." Aaron then yelled "DO YOU UNDERSTAND BOY????", lightly tonguing and biting the straight boy's ear. Aaron loved the smell of Mark's ear.

Mark gasped at having his ear bit and tongued, but quickly nodded yes...and weakly said "yes...yes...please...just don't hit me anymore....."

Aaron said "that's better" and then almost playfully slapped Mark's red b.u.t.t twice with his hands, while the boy m.o.a.n.e.d in pain silently (afraid that if he yelled or screamed the whipping would resume).

Aaron motioned for us to approach the sweaty tied up boy again, sniffing his body to further humiliate him (never mind the main fact that it was a turn on for us to inspect and smell such a hot straight boy!)

Despite the whipping, the fact that several guys were almost touching his body - smelling him and looking at his intimate parts so closely was too much for Mark.

His phobia about all things gay was even more than I thought - he was repulsed by gay s.e.x (though he didn't hate gays). He seemed terrified that having guys touch him and getting him turned on would make him a queer - even if it were against his will. Again he struggled, for a few minutes, while we each continued to explore his twisting and struggling body with our noses and - now, we began touch him (except his d.i.c.k and balls) with our hands, very gently.

Mark gasped and said "oh God... no... F.u.c.k no... Please... F.u.c.k NO!! NO!!!!

His d.i.c.k began to respond ever so slightly, but still remained soft. He squirmed and pulled at the ropes again, while our hands and noses search and played with his body. This straight boy really could not get into this. That would change - and it really made us hornier that he was resisting. We never before thought THAT would be a turn-on, but it was.

An hour had passed since we first brought Mark into the workout room.

Now the REAL fun began. Jesse and I nodded, and Aaron took honors for beginning the tickle torture. We all pulled our hands away and step back while Aaron kneeled in front of Mark's twisting and still struggling body. Aaron put his fingers on Marks stomach and abs, gently at first, circling closer and closer to his navel.

Mark gasped and yelled "God... get away... stop... oh god please please god god god f.u.c.k you f.u.c.kin bastard..."

Aaron now began to tickle Mark's flat stomach with both hands, moving to his sides and suddenly Mark giggled loudly "oh Jesus... hahhhahhhhh hahhhhhhh" and exploded in laughter "Oh god!!! Hah Hahahahahhahaahhhahha no no no... ahaha... stop stop stop... stop stop oh..hahahahahahahhaha... stop..."

Aaron continued slowly with both hands, lightly fingering Mark's abs, and belly button, and lower sides. Mark went crazy, buckling and struggled hard to break loose. After 20 minutes Aaron stopped, while Mark slumped gasping for air.

"Please God!!!! Please!!!! Ooooooh please please please no more!" Mark begged, sweat pouring down his body. His body was heaving from the workout.

Suddenly, Daniel stood behind Mark and began touching his upper and lower back with running fingers - back and forth,up and down. Mark gasped and arched his back, trying to get away from the running fingers but couldn't. Daniel didn't let up - lightly tickling Mark's shoulders, down to his upper back and following down to his lower back - just touching the hump of his white bubble b.u.t.t.

Mark immediately gasped, arching his back as far as he could go. From the front, it was extremely e.r.o.t.i.c to see this s.e.xy gymnast tied up, arching his body - his c.h.e.s.t, stomach and c.o.c.k pushed out and stretched as far as his tied hands and lower body would let him. Still there was no escaping Daniel's methodical fingers - tickling up and down his back.

"OH SHIT!!!!! F.U.C.K!!!! God no please stop " Mark begged and started laughing and almost crying begging Daniel to stop.

This went on for 20 minutes, Mark laughing and begging all the way, tears coming down from his blindfold, until Daniel stopped. Mark's head just hung from his shoulders, exhausted- his body sweaty, giving off a manly odor. None of us yet touched or even really got close to his still flaccid d.i.c.k or balls. None of us touched his b.u.t.t yet either.

That would soon change.

"God please please oh oh oh god.." Mark gasped, and tried to beg, exhausted, "please... stop... anything... please. You gotta stop. Please"

"Oh Mark... we want to make you happy. As long as you laugh, we'll continue," Aaron said in a taunting voice.

Before Mark could reply, Justin moved in on Mark's feet. Justin had dibs on Mark's size 9 feet (Mark was 5 11). One at a time (while one of his gripped and turn his feet up exposing his soles), Justin untied Mark's Nikes, throwing them on the floor while Mark yelled and protested "OH GOD!!!! NO!!!!!! NO!!!!!! STOP!!!!! SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!!!!!STOP!!!! SOMEBODY!!! PLLLLEEEEEEAAAASEE!!!"

After Justin got both shoes and socks, two of the guys reached down and held Mark's quivering feet up. Justin then began to run his fingers and hands over the soles - both feet at once. Mark screamed and then shrieked louder than ever before, laughing hysterically. After 10 minutes, Justin then produced a feather that he ran between Mark's toes, and back over his soles, while Mark screamed "God Stop him!!!!!!

F.u.c.k..oh... I can't stand it OH GOD!!! Please stop stop AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" and babbled insanely with laughter..."hahahahhahahahahhhahahaha a oh god!.."

He nearly screamed his head off, while his body twisted and desperately tried to pull his feet away. He became completely incoherent, drooling spit, tears coming from his eyes, from under his damp blindfold.

By this time, after 20 minutes, Mark might have expected the torture to stop at some point - but we had other plans. While Justin continued tickling his feet, Jesse and Bobby produced large ice on sticks. Since Mark's eyes were blindfolded, he had no idea Jesse was approaching him in front (and Bobby in back) with two huge giant ice cubes frozen on sticks. Jesse touched the frozen ice cube to Mark's flat muscled stomach, while Bobby touched his lower back just above his b.u.t.t.

The scream from Mark was so exquisite!!!!! He screamed a thin scream and yelled louder, as his body jerked and squirmed. His feet were still being tickled and Mark babbled "f.u.c.k.i.n.gmohmygod,nof.u.c.kno..please...

ahhhhhhhahhhhhhahhhh"

I really thought this guy could die from being tickled! The turn-on of seeing this hunky handsome guy so helpless and screaming his head off was nearly too much for me. I actually shot a load in my pants - and got hard again watching them tickle and ice torture Mark.

Jesse, his eyes still glazed with s.e.x, slowly moved his ice cube stick all over Mark's c.h.e.s.t and abs, while Mark gasped for air and tried to to move his body away.

Meanwhile Bobby was moving his ice cube stick gently back and forth and up and down Mark's back, while Justin continued tickling both of Mark's feet. I honestly feared for Mark's sanity now.

He was shrieking and screaming - his body twisting and buckling almost violently now, his limp c.o.c.k flopping back and forth, slapping his stomach, t.h.i.g.hs and balls.

Now Jesse moved the ice cub stick Mark's side, while Daniel started tickling Mark's other side with his fingers. Bobby now brought his ice cube stick slowly down the middle of his back, until I approached his a.s.s crack and an ice cube stick. I now moved over the hump of his bubble b.u.t.t, now sweaty, and with my hand, parted his globes, and moved my ice cube stick up and down his a.s.s crack ----oh so slowly.

The screams from Mark now reached a peak, begging "OH F.U.C.KINJESUS!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOH GGOOOOOOOOOD!!! Oh my god please oh god please..whatthef.u.c.kohjesusfohgodohf.u.c.k..." He babbled, shook his head, buckled his upper body, his legs and t.h.i.g.hs tensed and struggled to break free.

Jesse now was bring his ice cube stick to Mark's crotch and pubic hair, and stick the ice cube stick up and down between his legs, the back of knees, while Mark screamed even louder and squirmed, his entire body shaking from the torment that seemed unending.

"Say 'make me c.u.m'" Aaron yelled to Mark "say it or we won't stop... SAY IT!"

Mark's screaming and yelling stopped, his lips quivered, gasping for breath, he tried to form the word "oh... I..please oh god god god oh my god my god stop oh shit... f.u.c.k... makemec.u.m... ohhohhhh!!!!"

Just then Bobby and Aaron, both kneeling now, began l.i.c.k.i.n.g Mark's c.o.c.k head, still semi flaccid, sniffing the head while doing it.

Mark screamed and gasped and made yet another effort to break free, despite having his entire body worked on by ice cubes, feathers, tickling by hands and now having his c.o.c.k head licked by two other guys.

"I'm not a fag--f.u.c.k... no f.u.c.kinno!!!!!!" Mark screamed "oh... GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Now Daniel got into the act, and got between Mark's legs and started l.i.c.k.i.n.g and then s.u.c.k.i.n.g Mark's lemon sized balls, sniffing them first.

Jesse came up for air and said "Jesus, he smells so good... smell his d.i.c.k!"

Jesse grabbed it, jerked it three or four times and turned it up for us to see the underside of the head and shaft - about 7 inches, nearly hard. We each brought our noses close and sniffed the c.o.c.k we all worshipped and thought we never would ever have or see. We each s.u.c.k.e.d and licked the head while Mark squirmed even more.

Now Daniel licked up Mark's a.s.s crack and began tonguing his pink sweaty hole. His sweaty b.u.t.t crack smelled very musky - very manly, as we both kissed his b.u.t.t cheeks and licked his crack. Justin mean while was l.i.c.k.i.n.g Mark's legs and t.h.i.g.hs, while still tickling his feet.

Mark's whole body shook and he screamed and cursed, but now was getting into it, sighing and hollering "ohmy godohgodohgod..."

His c.h.e.s.t was heaving and his stomach was s.u.c.k.e.d in, preparing for the biggest, longest and best o.r.g.a.s.m of his life. Bobby went up and started s.u.c.k.i.n.g on Mark's erect n.i.p.p.l.es (erect from the ice cube torture), s.u.c.k.i.n.g them and then l.i.c.k.i.n.g his c.h.e.s.t and armpits, while sniffing the wonderful odors (he hadn't used deodorant, so we had a manly sweaty scent) I started to tongue Mark's ears and face, while he gasped and babbled on "godnogod... oh god... no... f.u.c.k... you bastards... OH..OH OH OH OH!'

Jesse began s.u.c.k.i.n.g Mark in earnest, with deep throating, while Justin licked his legs up down, while tickling his arching feet, still struggling to break free, while Daniel was l.i.c.k.i.n.g Mark's a.s.s cheeks and inserting his tongue into mark's twitching asshole, while Mark twisted and squirmed.

Suddenly, Mark yelled "you f.u.c.kers!!! F.u.c.kyouf.u.c.kyou ohgoditfeelssogood f.u.c.kyou!! He arched his back as far as it would go, and his whole body went taut as we continued to assault it with our mouths and tongues.

He seemed to try to resist c.u.m.m.i.n.g until the end - which only made us hornier and more committed to make him c.u.m. His c.u.m exploded from his balls, being s.u.c.k.e.d on, and erupted from his long c.o.c.k, as Jesse pulled away, jerking Marks' saliva covered d.i.c.k, while c.u.m squirted out into a cup that Aaron quickly put under Mark's c.o.c.khead. Mark squirted 12 times, before his o.r.g.a.s.m faded... he muttered "Oh Jesus Christ... oh god... oh god..." His stomach and c.h.e.s.t heaved and he slumped in bondage, n.a.k.e.d, sweaty and totally spent.

He seemed totally exhausted and spent - and humiliated that he was assaulted by six guys who tongued every intimate part of his body. That was part of our plan to get even. Even though we really wanted to suck and lick him all over - we especially wanted to do so because he was so homophobic. Having that many guys assault him with their mouths against his will was that best torture.

He probably thought it was over - the torture lasting nearly two and 1/2 hours. But we had one more long, long finale for the arrogant idol that

we worshipped. His slowly shrinking d.i.c.k, still glistening from salvia and c.u.m was now being jerked ever so slowly by Jesse, rubbing and slipping his hands over Mark's now extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e d.i.c.k head... ever so slowly, with an evil grin, Aaron said "Hey Mark, how much of a man are you to stand being played with by faggots after faggots made you c.u.m??? I mean you shouldn't be able even to get hard, if we're playing with it, right???"

Mark, who sagged, totally spent, suddenly gasped and jerked his body, trying to pull away. "OH OD!!!! NO NO NO! Oh f.u.c.k! Oh god -no... no, no... please --- I can't - I'm too s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e... please... oh god. You'll make me go crazy! Please... MY GOD!!!!! OH F.U.C.KKKKKKK!!!!"

Mark twisted and struggled violently, while Jesse knelt and continued to slowly rub and jerk Mark's now hardening c.o.c.k. The polishing was excruciatingly painful to Mark, who began yelling and screaming - louder than ever before. It was something to hear a young man of 19 scream and yell their head off about not c.u.m.m.i.n.g again. At the same time Daniel began slowly l.i.c.k.i.n.g Mark's a.s.s crack - also extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e, while Mark screamed and jerked away.

"Why the f.u.c.k... god no!!! I can't stand it!!! I F.U.C.KIN...CAN'T STAND IT...OH SHIT!!!!! Please!! I'll do anything!! please!!! pllllleeeeeaaaaassssse!!!"

Now Aaron began s.u.c.k.i.n.g Mark's s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e balls, while Jesse quickened his jerking of Mark's now hard d.i.c.k, still extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e from c.u.m.m.i.n.g just moments before.

Jesse paused, while polishing Mark's c.o.c.k head ever so slowly with his thumb and fingers, while Mark's body jerked back and forth and Mark nearly shrieked "Oh!!!!!Oh!!!! please stop!!!!!!" Tears rolled from his eyes, from under his blindfold - his stomach and c.h.e.s.t were tensed and tightened from the painful p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

Jesse then said "Mark, one last thing - to prove to us that you Are no longer an arrogant fag hating bastard, you will drink your c.u.m and all of it, or else we will make you c.u.m again and again and tickle you all night... I will not repeat this... Yes or no?"

Mark trembled, his body under assault , and he whimpered "Oh god... Oh shit... whatever... please... stop... I'll do it... please..." He sagged again in his bondage, looking as if he would faint.

Jesse said "Open you mouth!" Mark tightened his mouth instead, and then gritted his teeth, and then opened his mouth slowly.

"Wider asshole!" Aaron e barked.

Mark did, slowly, and then Jesse and Daniel turned the cup (nearly 1/3rd full of c.u.m) into Mark's mouth while he gagged and tried to spit it out.

"Good boy" Aaron said, "But not good enough. Sorry!"

At that, the six boys licked, rubbed, jerked Mark off again - only more slowly, cruelly and deliberately, while Mark screamed and cursed.

Each of us had a turn to make Mark c.u.m again - slowly. Each of us began by polishing his knob, and then slowly jerk his shaft. To make him alert and responsive, without warning one of us would also begin tickling some part of his body (a couple of times Jesse got out another ice cube stick and slowly rolled it back and forth on Mark's soles - and then up and down - very very slowly - his legs (back and front). The sound of Mark's begging, screaming and laughing was almost unbearable. And this went on while he was being made to c.u.m.

When he was allowed to c.u.m - about 30 minutes later, came in dribbles, and was a basket case, slumping in his bondage, his body trembling, drooling and babbling that "I can't no more,... please... please..."

It took about another 2 hours to make the straight handsome boy c.u.m another five times (one time each for the rest of us.). The last time was done by Bobby, who made Mark scream loudest and longest by spending nearly all of his time just polishing Mark's c.o.c.khead - nearly 30 minutes on his head alone. Never a fast polish - just a slow, deliberate and constant polishing of the head, with Mark's c.u.m and some lubricant. He screamed at the slightest touch.

It was enough to make Mark's c.o.c.k stiffen again,though not steely hard - but not enough to make him c.u.m. Mark's screaming and groaning were e.r.o.t.i.c - and then he begged, demanded and screamed for us to make him c.u.m. We didn't.

Bobby would then stop polishing the c.o.c.khead, and then just suck slowly on Mark's balls. And then, Bobby slowly stuck his finger up Mark's a.s.s crack, while Mark gasped and screamed "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!" just brushing past his prostate gland - but not really touching it - giving Mark the sensation of almost c.u.m.m.i.n.g- but not quite.

After 2 hours of playing with his asshole, balls and c.o.c.k, Bobby then slowly jerked Mark's shaft, while polishing his c.o.c.khead. Mark by this time was nearly crazy with a d.e.s.i.r.e to c.u.m - and was babbling like an idiot, m.o.a.ning and screaming and cursing - his upper body sagging - his lower body tensed, his pelvis thrusting at anything.

Finally Bobby signaled the rest of us. Aaron then asked Mark "we'll make you c.u.m, but you got ask us - the rest of us to enjoy your body. Say it now, or this will go on for another two hours!!!"

Mark sagged further and could barely get the words out "whatever... shit... oh god enjoy oh enjoy ooooooooooooooh plllleeeeaaase oh shit f.u.c.k oh god god enjoy my body do whatever f.u.c.k oh please I " Mark was almost babbling, pleading with us, but still refused to say "make me c.u.m".

Bobby cruelly polished Mark's wet c.o.c.khead, so very slowly - agonizingly slowly, then under the ridge of the c.o.c.khead and down the shaft, then back to the ultra s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e head.

Mark's scream was high pitched and his body was rigid and tense from the assault - the feeling was too much for him now (try polishing your own c.o.c.khead after c.u.m.m.i.n.g - the feeling is so intense, you almost can't do it!)

Mark's body shuddered and he yelled, pleading " make me c.u.m... God... I can't takeit... please... GOD GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!!!"

With that, the rest of us assaulted his body, l.i.c.k.i.n.g his back, stomach, s.u.c.k.i.n.g his n.i.p.p.l.es, l.i.c.k.i.n.g his ears, s.u.c.k.i.n.g his toes - while he gasped, and screamed, arching his back, his d.i.c.k now steely hard, while Bobby s.u.c.k.e.d slowly - ever so slowly. He never increased pressure and was careful not to jerk the shaft - placing ice on his balls and c.o.c.khead when he thought Mark was ready to c.u.m. Bobby wanted to make this moment last for another 20 minutes. Despite being assaulted by six guys, l.i.c.k.i.n.g at his armpits, asscrack, back - ears, toes, c.h.e.s.t - Mark still couldn't come because Bobby, who we didn't know was a c.u.m control expert, knew just what to do to keep the poor straight boy from c.u.m.m.i.n.g.

Mark gasped, m.o.a.n.e.d and cursed and begged us. Another 20 minutes passed.

Then another. It seemed as if we could p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e torture Mark forever. We all came in our pants by then - several times. But we knew this was the final time - it was approaching daylight now. Another ten minutes and then suddenly Bobby started to lightly polish the boy's knob, while lightly jerking the shaft.

It took only a minute, when Mark screamed - he literally screamed and c.u.m spurted out - not a lot (after all he came a total of 7 times), dribbling down his shaft. Bobby captured most of it in a cup (to save for future jack off sessions).

He gave Mark six of seven slow polishes of his knob, while Mark screamed "oh GOD!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!" By now his c.o.c.k was nearly red from being jerked and played with - and his c.o.c.khead was extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e.

Even then we were not done. After a final tongue bath of Mark by all six of us, we jerked off one more time, explored his tied up body (sniffing crevices and other parts they missed) while Mark remained slumped, sagging completely, whimpering "please let me go... I can't take it! He could barely speak.

About six 1/2 hours after the abduction, Jesse and Daniel cut Mark loose, and he collapsed on the floor, his damp d.i.c.k soft, but semi-hard, his b.u.t.t and lower back red from the earlier whipping - his n.i.p.p.l.es red and sore from the twisting and biting. He nearly passed out from the ordeal a few minutes later, and we carried him back to his dorm. We slipped on an old pair of running shorts and put him gently in his bed.

His roommate was gone for the weekend, and with Mark passed out and snoring, we each went through his dirty laundry and pleasantly found enough soiled jock straps and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r for each of us to take back home as a lasting memory of Mark - and the night we taught him a lesson.

We left also knowing that, doing this once meant we could plan on doing it again - to some other hunky cute arrogant guy. The c.u.m control and tickling was something that just happened by accident.

By after our time with Mark, we realized that controlling his c.u.m.m.i.n.g - and making him c.u.m as often as we wished, plus the tickling (including using ice cubes) was something we would continue to do once we found the next right guy. With six of us - we each had a list of straight, cute guys whom would be punished and taught a lesson.

As for Mark - well, he wasn't seen for several days and when we ran into him, he seemed totally without arrogance - in fact, somewhat submissive.

He probably had a hard time reconstructing the o.r.g.a.s.ms of his life - what part was a drunken stupor that he dreamt - and what part actually happened.

Oh, did I tell you - we were able to "get" Mark one more time - tied up, WITHOUT a blindfold! Somehow he got back his arrogance, and we jumped the poor guy, tied him up , stripped him n.a.k.e.d and whip the shit out of him with our belts, then made him c.u.m again and again - without a blindfold and knowing what was happening. The feeling was so intense the poor guy repeated what we told him would stop the milking of his ultra s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.o.c.k: beg for Jesse to f.u.c.k his ass!!!!! He not only begged, he screamed for Jesse to do it (he only did so to stop the milking and polishing of his c.o.c.k). When Jesse plunged his d.i.c.k in Mark,

Mark yelled out in pain, cursing - tears coming from his eyes, his body shuddering and shaking from the assault. He clearly hated this and felt humiliated.

But that's another story.