Chapter 153 - STRAIGHT AND BOUND PART 3 - RYAN

Now that we had e.r.o.t.i.c encounters with two handsome straight guys (Mark and Steve), our little club (Aaron, Justin, Jesse, Daniel and me, Eric) decided on getting a guy who we didn't know. We decided to try to pick out a handsome cute straight guy at random near college.

Within one day we found our guy: a very cute, 19 year-old with a very defined swimmer's build - smooth c.h.e.s.t, dark hair, and a nice tan - and

(fortunately for our purposes) a personality that was a bit too c.o.c.ky and arrogant - and an apparent phobia for all things queer. He resembled or was similar in looks to Brad Renfo - though better looking.

Ryan worked at a local pizza place, and would loudly brag about how he could f.u.c.k any girl (he probably could). While we were convinced he was straight as the proverbial arrow, there was something vulnerable about him - that maybe he was even a v.i.r.g.i.n who hadn't yet experienced straight OR gay s.e.x - but was horny as hell. Maybe that explained the arrogance.

Unfortunately for him, he was homophobic, making a lot of "faggot" and "queer" jokes.

We watched him at work, taking orders, waiting on tables, standing outside the pizza parlor with a small billboard sign (which urged passing cars to buy discounted pizzas), getting more and more obsessed with his body.

It was summer, and when he had to work outside, he worked up quite a sweat holding the sign, waving at passing cars. His red shirt was almost soaked in sweat - and when he came back in the pizza parlor after his shift was done, we made a deliberate attempt to walk by him to inhale his wonderful man scent. It was intoxicating.

We tried to figure a way to "get Ryan". A sixth guy had joined our little group - someone who actually worked at the same pizza parlor.

Joseph, about our age (20), said that Ryan was very ambitious and wanted to get into management - whatever it took to make more money to by a car (he rode on ten speed to work).

That knowledge helped us form a plan to get him.

After work Ryan (this was summer, and it was nearly always 80 degrees even at night), would close the pizza place, (the manager would be

inside still), and ride home on his bike - he lived in a small cheap apartment nearby.

What would thrill any voyeur, Ryan would strip off his sweaty red short sleeve "pizza shirt", take off his dark pants, and put them in a backpack, leaving him with just Nike's, white soaks and blue running shorts. We almost died of l.u.s.t when we saw him strip down. He would then ride home - and being low on cash, stay home.

Joseph invited Ryan to his place after work for beer, p.o.r.no videos, and a relaxing time in the Jacuzzi. Ryan quickly accepted.

"Some of my other friends from college might be there too.." Joseph said casually "we should have a good time... since we don't have to work

tomorrow, we can party late..."

Ryan nodded and smiled his cute crooked smile.

After work, we followed Ryan and Joseph home. He introduced us as "old friends", Ryan just nodded, shook hands with a c.o.c.ky smile and turned to

Joseph asking "Hey man, where's the beers, man?"

We were hoping Ryan wouldn't go into the Jacuzzi, as each of us were in love with his body - and all the manly odors that went with it (in the

past I would have been repulsed by such odors - but coming from such handsome guys like Ryan, it was like an aphrodisiac).

Since it was a particularly hot day, Ryan had worked up quite a sweat a work, and he smelled grungy. I went nearly dizzy inhaling his odor as he passed by to get his beer.

Ryan was wearing his red short sleeve polyester "pizza shirt", dark pants and Nike's. He looked gorgeous in the stupid looking uniform!

We all sat down and watched some straight p.o.r.no videos, and after his 6th beer, he was definitely buzzed, slurring his speech, and now getting up for his 7th beer, walking wobbly to the kitchen.

The six of us (including Joseph), nursed our beers, all of us still on our first, though we made it look like we were as drunk as he was getting.

As he staggered back from the kitchen, he said "Hey Joecuff..Joesph... I...Hey... lets go in the Jacuzzi now... That's okay, right man?" Ryan slurred.

Joseph nodded and said "It's warming up Ryan.. In a few... Hold on..."

"Awman... sit... Iwannagoin now man... shit... why the f.u.c.k ain't it hot enough now?" Ryan demanded, bringing some of his arrogance back that secretly delighted us.

He got up from the couch, and tried to walk out to the patio and the Jacuzzi, but Justin stuck out his feet and tripped our young straight friend, and he fell - unharmed, but sprawled on the carpet, yelling "HEY!!!! WHAT THE F.U.C.K DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU A.S.SHOLE!!!"

He tried to get up, but we sensed our opportunity then, and swarmed around his prone clothed sweaty body, holding him down.

"HEYWHATTHEF.U.C.K... HEYMAN... LETMEGO... WHAT... HEY!!!!" he yelled, struggling.

We carried his struggling and twisting sweaty body to Joseph's "playroom" down in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

We tied the wildly struggling boy to Joseph's weight machine. Ryan's arms were stretched and tied to the top bar, so his brown hairy and sweaty armpits were totally exposed, and his feet to the lower part of the machine. He was forced to bend back slightly, so his pelvis stuck out - exposed.

We all stood back watching our tied up victim, while he yelled and screamed.

"WHATTHEF.U.C.KAREYOUGUYSDONGMAN???"he tried to yell, but slurred, "LETMEGONOW BEFORE IGETF.U.C.KINMADMAN!!!!!!"

Ryan twisted and struggled to break loose from the ropes we used to tie him securely.

Unlike Mark and Steve from our previous torture sessions, Ryan was tied up but his body was stretched - a little taut - over one of the apparatus cushions, so it forced him to arch his body, so his pelvis was thrust out. His a.s.s was exposed too, but his movement was very restricted.

Justin took the lead and said sternly to Ryan "You know, I didn't F.u.c.kin' trip you on purpose. You are one f.u.c.kin' arrogant dude man, and you need to be taught some manners."

With that, Jesse and Daniel approached the struggling boy, and ripped off his sweaty red shirt, while Ryan yelled, cursing them.

"WHATTHEF.U.C.KMAN?????" Ryan yelled, struggling hard to break loose.

We stared at his beautiful smooth c.h.e.s.t, sweat dripping from his armpits, and down his c.h.e.s.t, to his navel, down a trail of dark hair to his hidden pubes.

"WHATTHE F.U.C.K... MY SHIRT... FAGGOTS... MY SHIRT!!!! F.U.C.K!!!... LETMEGO" Ryan yelled.

"Shut up Ryan. Shut up." Justin said "We are tired of your arrogant attitude. You hate faggots, but you have no idea what you are missing, so..."

"WHAT THE F.U.C.K ARE YOU SAYING??? ARE YOU FAGGOTS???SHIT!!!!!" Ryan yelled back, glaring at Justin, and then turning his head to Joseph "ARE

YOU A FAGGOT TOO????F.U.C.K THIS!!!SHIT LET ME GO!!!! F.U.C.KIN QUEERS!!!! FAGGOTS!!!!! LET ME GO!!!! F.U.C.K!!!!"

"Well, as I was saying Ryan, "Justin said. walking up to Ryan, and touching his exposed, sweaty, heaving smooth c.h.e.s.t. "Your behavior is not acceptable."

With that Justin suddenly pinched both of Ryan's brown n.i.p.p.l.es hard and long, while he screeched and yelled.

"GAWD!!!!!F.U.C.K!!!!LETTTTTGOOOOOOOO!!!SHIT!!!! Ryan screamed.

Justin yelled back "I will let go when you shut up. Or I can pinch harder" With that Justin twisted his fingers, pinching Ryan's n.i.p.p.l.es harder, while he squirmed and screamed, yelling "OKAY OKAYOKAYOKAY... PLEASE..."

"Okay... Ryan... we are going to show you how you can enjoy yourself as a faggot - well actually how faggot can enjoy you... and you are going to beg to have faggots like us make you c.u.m, and when you do that f.u.c.ker, what does that make you," Justin said, releasing Ryan's n.i.p.p.l.es.

Ryan glared, and then started yelling "No f.u.c.k.i.n.g way... no way will I beg and ask you to do anything to me... shit no... f.u.c.k you"

He grew even angrier, shaking at the tight restraints, and then spit at Justin in anger. That was a big mistake for Ryan. He hit Justin's cheek. (Little did he know that Justin would love ANY bodily fluid of handsome Ryan's)

Justin laughed and mocked Ryan "you are one bad, tough guy aren't you????", grabbing Ryan's cheeks together.

He then backed slightly away from the boy. Ryan seemed scared now that his surge of bravado passed and then Justin quickly turned and slapped

the boy's tight stomach hard. Ryan gasped and yelled at the sudden attack. Justin smiled and then slapped his hands on the boy's flat, reddening stomach - giving him a "pink belly" treatment.

Ryan started to scream and yell - the pain was intense and he struggled hard to break free and away from the slapping hands.

After 30 slaps on his red stomach, Justin stopped, while Ryan, his eyes full of tears, sagged abit muttering "god f.u.c.k you... god... f.u.c.k you f.u.c.k you... no more please f.u.c.k... no more"

Justin then nodded to us to proceed.

Joseph, who had a crush on Ryan, knelt next to Ryan's sagging, now squirming body, and buried his face in the sweaty crotch of Ryan's dark pants, smelling his boy sweat and crotch odors, m.o.a.ning.

Daniel and Jesse took off Ryan's Nike's, and sniffed his white-socked feet, and then peeled off the socks. Joseph had the honors of stripping off Ryan's sweaty pants, unbuckling his belt, slowly pulling down his pants zipper, and then, while Ryan cursed him, pulled down his pants slowly.

Ryan was wearing white jockey b.r.i.e.f.s - Hane's actually. Usually, he wore boxers, but this was a nice surprise. The tight bulging shorts were full of his 5 inch soft d.i.c.k and ample walnut sized balls - both limp and enlarged from the hot bas.e.m.e.nt.

Joseph and I brought our noses to the crotch of Ryan's sweaty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and sniffed his piss stains and what looked like old c.u.m stains, and just plain boy sweat. The odor was intoxicating and I nearly came right in my pants, while Ryan's body twisted and turned, desperately trying to get away from our probing noses.

Joseph finally pulled down Ryan's u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and ripped them off, while Ryan screamed and then blushed a deep red when Joseph displayed his

u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r for us to see - showing us Ryan's piss stains and slight skid marks on the seat.

"I CAN"T F.U.C.K.I.N.GBELIEVETHISMAN-ICAN"T BELIEVE

YOUAREDOINGTHISMAN" Ryan yelled and m.o.a.n.e.d.

His completely nude body, arched over the a apparatus, his pelvis l.e.w.dly sticking out, exposed his d.i.c.k, balls, - his entire body for our feasting eyes, mouths and fingers.

Aaron uncapped some Rush aroma, sniffed it, and then said "Ryan needs to get in the mood" and then placed the brown bottle under his nose,

pinching his n.i.p.p.l.es hard yelling "Ryan, breath in now or I swear, I will f.u.c.kin twist your titties off".

With that Aaron twisted Ryan's n.i.p.p.l.es almost clockwise, while Ryan screamed, and breathed the aroma, getting a sudden high.

"OH GAWD... OH F.U.C.K... WHAT THE F.U.C.K IS THAT-OH SHIT!! "Ryan babbled, his head nodding.

Joseph then started l.i.c.k.i.n.g Ryan's soft spongy c.o.c.k head, while Daniel got underneath and swallowed Ryan's entire scrotum, jiggling the walnut sized balls in his warm mouth.

Joseph licked down the still limp shaft, sniffing the wonderful manly odor, until he buried his nose in Ryan's thick brown pubic bush.

Ryan's body strained and pulled at the ropes, his body taut and sweaty. He was gasping "oh Jesus... Oh f.u.c.k... oh Jesus... Oh gawd. oh gawd no no no no please no no no OH OH OH OH OH OH!!!!"

Jesse, hot and horny from watching the **** of Ryan's wet prick, started to lick and suck Ryan's n.i.p.p.l.es, running his hands over his heaving

smooth c.h.e.s.t. Daniel started to suck on Ryan's squirming toes, sniffing the stink of his feet, tonguing the odor away, while Ryan's screamed and

gasped even more begging them to stop.

I took my favorite spot and got underneath to Ryan's exposed b.u.t.t - I waited until he gasped and stopped screaming before I slowly licked his sweaty clenched a.s.s crack. I knew this straight boy never had anything done to him like that.

It was something he didn't expect and went nearly nuts, when despite his struggling, I continued to violate his tight straight boy v.i.r.g.i.n clenched a.s.s crack, forcing my tongue up and down the musky and sweaty crevice, while he cursed me.

He tried desperately to tighten his cheeks together so my tongue could not penetrate it to the slightly hairy trench - a place no one had ever touched this way before. Needless to say, the combination of a hot tongue sending waves of unbelievable p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that also caused almost an unbearable ticklish feeling, made it easy for me to pry open the hidden man trench of this straight boy.

I brought up my hands and pried them open even more, now exposing his quivering pinkish brown asshole. Even though the boy's body was smooth -

he was really hairy under his arm pits, his crotch - and a slight trail of hair in and around his asshole. How s.e.xy!!!!

I backed off slightly and turned my head up, and yelled "Hey Ryan, get ready to be tongue f.u.c.k.e.d!"

With that... I tongued that straight boy's asshole, forcing my tongue deep into his a.s.s, while he tried hard to tighten his asshole shut, while gasping "oh gawd..oh f.u.c.k..."

His young hard c.o.c.k could no longer withstand the assault of six hot mouths, hands, fingers, and his limp cut c.o.c.k slowly lengthened and then grew to a steel hard 6 1/2 inch d.i.c.k, glistening with prec.u.m and Joseph's loving spit, as he polished Ryan's c.o.c.k head thoroughly.

Aaron gave Ryan another hit - this time without having to twist his n.i.p.p.l.es, nd Ryan was now glazed with s.e.x heat, though still crying out "no no no no no". But his heaving c.h.e.s.t, his tight stomach, his steel hard c.o.c.k all were signs that this straight boy was ready to explode.

I stuck a couple of fingers up Ryan's a.s.s to massage his prostate - Ryan gasped again, arched as much as he could, and screamed "oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd" while Joesph gave Ryan's d.i.c.k a deep duck, and then he came, squirting 8 times, all over his c.h.e.s.t.

Joseph milked the boy 20 more times, before letting him down gently from his s.e.x.u.a.l high. Ryan's beautiful face was relaxed and his head nodded back and forth while he muttered "oh god..oh god... oh god..."

He probably thought that was the end of it...

Little did he know. Unlike our two previous victims, we got too s.e.x.u.a.lly excited and made Ryan c.u.m sooner than we had planned. We wanted to tickle him without mercy and make him beg for it. But now, the poor boy as limp and exhausted from probably the most intense o.r.g.a.s.m of his life.

His body... like any guy's was extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to touch, especially his c.o.c.k... and what better way to teach a arrogant straight guy a lesson in humility but to make him squirm and c.u.m again after polishing his s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e knob and making him scream?

Justin said to Ryan quietly "You know, you came without permission, so we have to teach you a lesson. I guess you like faggots making you c.u.m... so we are going to make you c.u.m until you can't... RIGHT NOW!!!"

Ryan's head jerked up, and his eyes widened, yelling "NO NO NO NO NO GOD

NO!!!! I CAN"T PLEASE!!!!!!!OH GAWD SHIT..." he babbled incoherently, twisting and pulled at his restraints. His eyes were wide with sheer panic and terror of a little boy.

Jesse had already started slowly polishing Ryan's wet with c.u.m c.o.c.khead, in a agonizingly slow,very slow circular motion, ever so often, rubbing the edge and underneath the c.o.c.k head. Then he would reverse the polishing, speeding up and sometimes slowing down - while Ryan entire body quivered.

Daniel went back and s.u.c.k.e.d Ryan's contracted swollen balls, while Joseph began running his fingers up and down Ryan's sides, tickling his sweaty armpits, then working his back down his sides again.

Ryan went crazy, stretching his body so that every muscle showed - his body taut and flexed in a desperate attempt to break the restraints. He screamed and babbled begging us to stop, cursing us, and then nearly crying "oh god please oh god... stop, stop stop..."

I meanwhile took position of torturing his squirming feet and toes, running my fingers up and down the soles, while s.u.c.k.i.n.g his toes. Ryan's reaction was electric and he laughed hysterically, his c.h.e.s.t heaving with excitement, his head shaking back and forth while begging us to stop.

Jesse increased the polishing of Ryan's c.o.c.k head, now jerking the now steel hard shaft, with one hand, while his other polish the extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.o.c.k head - ignoring Ryan's anguished pleas to stop.

More and more prec.u.m was pouring out of Ryan's jerking c.o.c.k head, while his body jumped and squirmed. Justin joined in and started tonguing Ryan's ears and neck, all the while whispering "hey Ryan, you love this don't you..."

Ryan's body couldn't stand it anymore and he arched his c.h.e.s.t, pulling tightly - his feet being tickled and s.u.c.k.e.d, his n.i.p.p.l.es and bellybutton tongued and s.u.c.k.e.d; his extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e balls totally swallowed and tongued, his sides and armpits tickled, his neck and ears played with by another hot tongue - and finally his c.o.c.k being unmercifully played with.

His c.o.c.k head cruelly being rubbed, Jesse slowly swirling his fingers, polishing them over the spongy hot c.o.c.k head, wet with prec.u.m and spit, while another hand jerked up and down Ryan's hard shaft - now quickly as Jesse felt Ryan's c.u.m shooting up from his balls and out from his c.o.c.k, splattering on his pubic hair and stomach, while he screamed and m.o.a.n.e.d "oh f.u.c.kin' Jesus ..oh gawd... oh... oh... oh..."

Cruelly, Jesse watched Ryan's face and instead of letting go, or easing up on the c.o.c.k, he increased the jerking and increased the tempo of

rubbing and polishing the c.o.c.k head - now so extremely and painfully s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e from his second c.u.m.m.i.n.g.

Ryan's reaction was disbelief - he shook his head, jerking it up, his eyes wide with fear, yelling "OH F.U.C.KIN SHIT GAWD NO STOP I CAN"T STAND IT F.U.C.KSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPOHGAWD..."

His body squirmed, twisted and struggled, almost dancing in his restraints, while Jesse slowly manipulated Ryan's still hard and wet long shaft, sending shivers of utter ecstasy and unbearable p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e through Ryan's entire body.

Ryan had never, never before felt this before - the intensity of being touched after c.u.m.m.i.n.g the first time was indescribable -now, being rubbed and touched again, after coming a second time was pure torture.

Looking at his squirming body, his high pitched screams, I nearly feared he would go insane. Jesse was unmoved - and kept on with the slow

rubbing and polishing, while Justin said "WE AIN'T GONNA STOP RYAN!!!! WE AIN'T GONNA STOP!!! YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TAKE IT!!! TAKE IT!!!! YEAH! AND YOU NEED TO C.U.M ONE MORE TIME BOY! ONE MORE TIME OR WE WON'T STOP!!! TAKE IT!!!!"

Ryan, in a panic from the unbearable feeling shook his head back and forth, arching his back, and shrieked out "ICANTICANTSHITF.U.C.KYOU!!!!!OH GAWDSTOPSTOPSTOP"

It took another 20 minutes of polishing his c.o.c.k head, but the poor straight boy finally came again for a third time - though not after tremendous suffering from the boy who wept and screamed from having his ultra s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.o.c.k - especially the knob polished, rubbed and stroked over and over and over and over again.

Two hours later he was made to c.u.m two more times, after long tickling sessions in between. Ryan couldn't tell the difference since the feeling of having his c.o.c.k and knob polished and rubbed after shooting one load after another felt as intense and unbearable as being tickled tortured - even worse.

After a long final torturous edging, c.o.c.k polishing and rubbing over and over of his still hard shaft and throbbing c.o.c.khead head, Ryan came one more time, though the c.u.m just came out in dribbles. By that time Ryan - once a cute straight arrogant c.o.c.ky asshole - was reduced to a babbling, quivering idiot. His c.o.c.k and knob were so ultra s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e now that even a finger lightly touching any part of it caused him to shriek out. He was crying and his sweaty muscled teen body was shaking from the non-stop ordeal.

Jesse fastened a c.o.c.kring around Ryan's c.o.c.k and balls causing Ryan to gasp, s.u.c.k.i.n.g in his stomach, yelling - but so exhausted by his ordeal that he sagged again. Jesse attached some small weights to the ring, stretching the boy's balls down, while Ryan looked down, trying to kick Jesse away. This only caused the weights to move back and forth causing even more intense pain.

Ryan begged for Jesse to remove them, crying "oh god... god please... god what else are you going to do to me oh please... stop ... take it off... please... it hurts... god it hurts..."

Jesse added another small weight, while Ryan screamed, shaking and buckling his entire body - causing the weights to move almost violently

back and forth, causing even more pain. Ryan yelled, but suddenly tried hard to stand still, his eyes full of tears, his mouth clenched in pain.

Aaron went up and s.u.c.k.e.d on the boy's n.i.p.p.l.es again, while Ryan gasped.

Then Aaron pinched the hard n.i.p.p.l.es, attached two clothes pins on each, and one in his bellybutton, while Ryan literally screamed "MY GOD!!!! F.U.C.K!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!! NO!!!!!! GOOOOOOOODD!!!!!"

This caused his body to swing back and forth, causing the weights on his balls to swing - causing Ryan to screech in pain again. The pain for the boy was intense - he never had his n.i.p.p.l.es or cute navel abused or tortured before.

We let this go on for another 20 minutes - it was a turn on to see this boy c.u.m and suffer. After all, he had the biggest and best o.r.g.a.s.ms of his young life - this was fair payment for having that happen and having a bad attitude too.

After five hours, we untied the n.a.k.e.d boy, removed the ball weights and clothes pins, who collapsed in our arms. We carried him to the van, and put him on the mattress on the floor as we drove to take him home. All six of us were in the van, with Justin driving. L.u.s.t got the best of us

- even though we came four or five times ourselves. We needed to f.u.c.k the poor boy - he was even more out of it than our two previous victims.

We left the c.o.c.kring on though for him to remember when he woke up. Ryan was so beautiful, and was so c.o.c.ky, that he needed to be f.u.c.k.e.d.

Each of us gently inserted our hard pricks between his sweaty a.s.s cheeks and f.u.c.k.e.d his asshole all the way home.

Though tired, f.u.c.k.i.n.g this straight boy, smelling his neck and the sweaty scent of his hair was too much - we each came after only a few thrusts. Ryan. totally out of it, merely m.o.a.n.e.d and shook his head slowly slurring "oh god... oh god.. feels good... no... no... god... nomoremorenomore"

We arrived at his place just as Justin f.u.c.k.e.d him, and we carried him back into his apartment, throwing him on his bed n.a.k.e.d. Like the other two victims, we found Ryan's dirty clothes - not in a hamper or anything, but strewn about his messy bedroom.

There were only three pairs of dirty jockey shorts, and one pair of boxers for us to take as souvenirs. The six of us shared the scent of Ryan's soiled u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r as remembrances of the night we shared teaching a cute arrogant straight boy a lesson he would never forget. We couldn't wait to pick our next victim.

(more on that in Straight and Bound Part 4: Curt)