In a recent TkDis thread I expressed my fondness for the highly sexual, nonconsentual tickle torture described in a number of gay fiction stories. Posted here is one of my favorite stories of that genre, from a continuing saga about a group of college gay guys who take revenge on arrogant straight guys. The action is multiple male on male, with forced orgasms and other noncon sex play. If you object to this kind of fiction, don't read it.
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Straight and Bound: Steve
by Eric Lane
After teaching Mark a lesson, the six of us: Aaron, Justin, Glenn, Jesse, Daniel and me - Eric, reached such a sexual high that we knew that Mark wouldn't be the last. Tying up a straight handsome guy, against his will, playing with his body, tickling him without mercy, and then making him cum against his will (milking him until he was completely dry) was no longer a jerk off fantasy, but literally an erotic dream come true.
We decided that each of us would come up with one or two guys that the group of us would target as our next "victim". We agreed informally that the guy would have to be straight, cute, with a swimmer, gymnast or wrestler build, and with a slightly arrogant or intolerant attitude.
Jesse wanted to pick the next guy.
"Steve needs to be taught a lesson guys. Glenn and I work with him at Computer Warehouse [a huge computer warehouse store] and he's just asking for it" Jesse said.
We all had seen him once or twice before around the college campus and when we stopped by the warehouse to see Jesse. Steve was cute, about 5'10" blond hair, smooth build (from what we could tell), about 160 lbs. or so, a hard wrestler's build, and a nice bubble-butt ass. Steve had a somewhat cocky attitude, especially towards his sexual abilities with women - which given his looks and build, were partially true. But he wasn't the hottest stud he made himself to be, and that insecurity also made him have an unhealthy phobia about unconventional sex - and also gay sex. More than once Jesse and Glenn heard him make derogatory remarks about gays and "faggots", though he didn't seem to realize that Jesse and Glenn were - and that both lusted after his body. Steve definitely wasn't open to the kinky side of sex and pleasure either - like bondage or even tickling. Jesse wanted to educate the dude and expand his experience - and perhaps even change his attitude. At the very least, we would make him pay for being so damn arrogant and good looking.
He WAS good-looking too. Steve tended to wear loose T-shirts and baggy jeans and boxers, and size 9-1/2 Reeboks. Since all of us were underwear fetish freaks too, we were curious also about Steve's underwear (he did sometimes wear jockey shorts). Steve sometimes hung out with Glenn, Jesse and a few other guys from work and college, and that created an opportunity to "get" him. Steve loved to drink and party, and (he claimed) fuck as much pussy as he could get. Girls would flock around him - that was true enough - his boyish good looks would attract ANYONE.
On one occasion some of us actually had a chance to see loverboy at work - fucking a pretty (and brainless) cheerleader after a wrestling match. He was using a room of a friend of ours - and fortunately Steve didn't close the blinds the right way - so we could see in - but they couldn't see out. He stripped fast, as she did. Sweaty as he was, he certainly was tireless in his fucking - but very conventional in his technique. Straight missionary style- done in about 15 minutes. But it was great seeing him - his beautiful white butt, his dick plunging in and out until they both came. That was a turn-on for us, because it made us more determined to show this hunk that there were far more interesting ways to pleasure (ours and his).
We decided that the best way to get Steve would be to have him come over Jesse's apartment on Friday night after work, for some beer and videos, with the promise of girls and parties later in the night. Unknown to him, we would get him just drunk enough to carry him off to the same deserted workout room on campus where Jesse worked (and where we gave Mark HIS lesson - see "Straight and Bound: Mark"). We already had the necessary equipment: rope, plenty of beer, a bottle of two bottles of "Rush", lubricants, feathers, blindfolds, ice cube sticks, and even a cock ring, and this time, a couple of dildoes of varying sizes. Unlike Mark, we intended to really work this boy over. Justin and Daniel also "studied" the various techniques of tying up guys - we wanted to make sure he couldn't get loose. More importantly we wanted to be able to tie him in different positions that would highlight his body (and the best parts of his tight body).
On the appointed day, Jesse casually mentioned to Steve "Hey, We're having some girls come over later tonight at my place. I got beer and some videos, you want to come over?"
"Shit yeah" grinned Steve "I've been broke for a while and haven't had beer for days man. I'll be there right after wrestling tryouts."
Around 7:30 PM Steve came driving up to Jesse's, while the other five of us lounged around sipping beer, with a straight porno video and music on. The scene was set for the hunky wrestler. Steve came in, sweaty from his wrestling workout, wearing long shorts, and a damp T-shirt. Glenn glanced at Steve's crotch, which was full, yet soft. We all lusted after Steve even more after getting a whiff of his sweat and manliness as he walked into the room, grabbed a beer and sprawled himself on the recliner. If he only knew that he was trapped in a room full of queers who wanted his body, he would have freaked out completely. Well - that would come later.
"Hey, I'm sorry for not cleaning up after practice, but coach kept us late, and I didn't have time. I can use your shower right, before they [the girls] come?" Steve asked, as he looked around at the TV and for the beer.
"Sure, but get in the mood....hey, try drinking this hard stuff instead of the beer Steve...there's plenty of time" Jesse said, passing Steve a tall glass of hard liquor (scotch). Steve reached for the glass, saying "all right dude!" and drank it in one gulp, while we looked at him nervously. Jesse gave him another three shots, before Steve's head started to nod, and his eyes fluttered. This boy liked to drink!
"Fuck, I'm beat man....I dunno" Steve slurred, and reached for another glass with two more shots of scotch.
We decided on a different approach in getting Steve. Knowing how horny he was, especially after watching the videos and getting just enough to be drunk and still horny and uninhibited, we started to talk about sex and how horny guys are. We also knew that the boy was always short of money.
Steve just nodded and said, "shit yeah, I'm horny. I could fuck anything. When are they coming?" He sort of glanced down at his crotch - it looked like it got semi-hard as he said it. Eyes then darted back at us - and seeing that we noticed his "state", he flushed and tried changing the subject by asking for more scotch or beer.
Daniel obliged quickly, pouring Steve - now thoroughly buzzed, another 2 shots of Scotch.
Justin said to Steve "hey, with your looks, man you probably get all kinds of pussy, right?", trying to keep the conversation focused on sex- and keeping our boy horny. That led to the opening - the question to the stud that we knew would trap him. Steve took another drink, flushed again (from the alcohol and from the remnants of his modesty), and shrugged and nodded to Daniel.
Jesse said "hey - soon, but one question. Could a ****** make a guy come against his will?" We all waited for Steve to respond...though he didn't know that it was directed at him.
Pausing, Steve first turned his head toward Jesse almost with a start and stared, as if he didn't hear the question right. Jesse stared back and repeated the question matter of factly. Steve's eyes almost bugged out in surprise, open-mouthed, then shook his head slightly, and slurred "fuck no, man. No fuckin' way...how could a ****** make a straight guy cum? No way. No fuckin way, cause it would be wrong. You know? Repulsive. Just no way..." Steve started to laugh (so did we nervously) and then giggled "I mean that's fuckin' freaky, you know?"
The great thing is that Steve seemed to REALLY believe that. That made him even more desirable for us - the idea that we had a guy who we would be assaulting - making him cum against his will, tickling him and milking him dry - well, it was just too hot to believe!
We started to talk about the "repulsiveness" of a ****** sucking dick, to throw Steve off a little, for a few minutes. He merely nodded in agreement and then added "yeah....no way. A ****** queer couldn't do nothing to a guy....a real man, right guys?"
"Well," Jesse said pausing, "I know some guys who would bet $200 that they could...in fact, YOU could do the bet, man....You're the star athlete here - and you could use the money."
Steve nodded his head, feeling a little drunk, and slurred "Are you serious? $200? Shit....I'm no ******...I can't believe this shit...no fuckin...way"
"Hey Steve, none of us are, and you aren't. We all know that, but you could win the bet - you said they couldn't do it, right, and besides, it would be fucking interesting!" Jesse said quickly.
Steve paused for what seemed a long time and pondered a few minutes, looking down at his beautiful feet, paused and slurred, "shit,....as long as no one says anything. Fuck, I need the money and there's no way faggots can make me cum. Fuck, okay...shit....Who are they? Where?"
Suddenly, before Jesse could respond, Steve sort of dozed off from the scotch, which we also spiked (to keep him out for about 20 minutes or so). He actually was really all that drunk - buzzed for sure. We waited five minutes, before all of us approached him. Jesse called out "Hey Steve, are you okay man?" He shook the cute blond, by the arm. The rest of us just watched, and then satisfied that he was out, we grabbed him and carried him to Jesse's van outside. As we carried him, we all inhaled Steve'sbody sweat, and coped a feel of his crotch - his penis and balls warm and sort of spongy to the touch.
Sitting him in the van seat, we sped off the short distance on campus to the workout room, and half walked, half held Steve to the same work out room. Like last time, it was totally deserted and totally ours to use for the entire weekend. We carried the handsome boy to the pull up bar apparatus where we tied up Mark just one week before. Daniel and Aaron and Glenn used the rope to tie Steve's wrists to the top of the pull up bar. Still clothed, we grabbed his legs, and pulled them to the bars bolted on the floor, stretching his muscled body tautly. There was another bar, padded and thick, that we could place just near his waist, which forced his lower body (especially his stomach and pelvis) to thrust out in a rather lewd way. The padded bar still allowed us complete access to Steve's back and butt, but having his body forced out like that was a real turn-on. It also made him more vulnerable and would increase his anxiety, once he woke up. Steve was now standing spread-eagled. Jesse blindfolded Steve, and then yelled out his name, slightly tapping his cheek. He could smell the sweet odor of Steve's hair and slight deodorant mixed with sweat.
"Steve, hey Steve, come on, wake up" Jesse said, as we watched. A few minutes passed. Even out of it, watching Steve - now tied up tautly, was a turn-on.
Steve seemed disoriented and just stayed still for a second. His head suddenly snapped up, as he slowly realized he was tied up, and tested the rope that tied him - first pulling at his wrists, then his legs. Then he buckled his body, as much as he could with his lower body forced out by the middle padded bar, and violently tried to break loose. He seemed now confused but began to panic. He wasn't even sure where he was or who was talking to him.
Jesse and the rest of us enjoyed watching the straight handsome boy struggle, watching him pull at the ropes - seeing his body squirm through his baggy clothes.
Steve shook his blond hair, parted in the middle, and with a start, suddenly pulled at the restraints, yelling "Hey....hey...shit...hey...what..man...what the fuck is this...?????"
"It's the bet Steve.....we brought you to the faggots who are putting up the $200 bet, remember?" Jesse calmly explained.
Steve's head turned to the sound of the voice - and he seemed startled that it was coming just inches away from his ear. Jesse loved smelling Steve's odor, and repeated it again.
Jesse repeated what he said about the bet, just inches away from Steve's ear. This time Steve comprehended - stopped struggling for a second, and sagged somewhat in his bondage. He paused, and then, as if groping for words, still not quite understanding what happened to him, he started to yell "WHAT???? WHAT??? What the fuck are you saying?????"
Jesse once again repeated himself
This time Steve started to yell loud "Uh...no...no..no!!! I mean...no...I changed my mind....I don't want to do it man. I don't care about the money, just let me go. Fuck...there is no way I am letting fuckin faggots touch me. Forget it...okay...let me go now..." Steve said clearly getting nervous and half slurring his words, and started to struggle again. What a turn-on it was to watch this boy strain himself to break loose. We couldn't wait to see his reaction when we began stripping him and playing with him.
"Well Steve" Jesse said firmly, "It's too late for that. These old faggots already made the bet and you made it with them, so it's way too late. I'm just here to make sure they don't do more to play with your body and try to make you cum. And maybe milk you. I mean they aren't supposed to..." (pausing for dramatic effect), "fuck you, but you never know. So I'm here Steve. And you'll just have to honor the bet, okay?"
Steve shuddered...he literally shuddered and gasped "WHAT????????" and started yelling "NO!!!!! Fuck no!!!!! What the fuck....don't you fuckin' do this shit on me...stay the fuck away. This is freakin' bullshit... Fuckinnnnletmego Jesse, whoeverishere..fuck let me ...I'll kill anyone who fuckin' touches me!!!!!!!!" Steve's body twisted and turned and pulled violently at the ropes binding his arms, pulled upright, and his legs, pulled apart on the pull-up bar apparatus. It was a lewd sight, his body being forced out by the lower bar - so his movement was restricted.
Jesse gave the silent signal to the rest of us to begin the show, and we approached his blindfolded struggling body. All of us had rock hard erections, knowing that in seconds we would be feasting on Steve's gorgeous body and making him cum. Glenn, Daniel and I grabbed Steve's sweaty T-shirt and ripped it off him, while Steve screamed "FUCK!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!"
The boy expanded his muscled and defined chest and his body buckled, desperately trying to break loose.
(continued next post)
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Straight and Bound: Steve
by Eric Lane
After teaching Mark a lesson, the six of us: Aaron, Justin, Glenn, Jesse, Daniel and me - Eric, reached such a sexual high that we knew that Mark wouldn't be the last. Tying up a straight handsome guy, against his will, playing with his body, tickling him without mercy, and then making him cum against his will (milking him until he was completely dry) was no longer a jerk off fantasy, but literally an erotic dream come true.
We decided that each of us would come up with one or two guys that the group of us would target as our next "victim". We agreed informally that the guy would have to be straight, cute, with a swimmer, gymnast or wrestler build, and with a slightly arrogant or intolerant attitude.
Jesse wanted to pick the next guy.
"Steve needs to be taught a lesson guys. Glenn and I work with him at Computer Warehouse [a huge computer warehouse store] and he's just asking for it" Jesse said.
We all had seen him once or twice before around the college campus and when we stopped by the warehouse to see Jesse. Steve was cute, about 5'10" blond hair, smooth build (from what we could tell), about 160 lbs. or so, a hard wrestler's build, and a nice bubble-butt ass. Steve had a somewhat cocky attitude, especially towards his sexual abilities with women - which given his looks and build, were partially true. But he wasn't the hottest stud he made himself to be, and that insecurity also made him have an unhealthy phobia about unconventional sex - and also gay sex. More than once Jesse and Glenn heard him make derogatory remarks about gays and "faggots", though he didn't seem to realize that Jesse and Glenn were - and that both lusted after his body. Steve definitely wasn't open to the kinky side of sex and pleasure either - like bondage or even tickling. Jesse wanted to educate the dude and expand his experience - and perhaps even change his attitude. At the very least, we would make him pay for being so damn arrogant and good looking.
He WAS good-looking too. Steve tended to wear loose T-shirts and baggy jeans and boxers, and size 9-1/2 Reeboks. Since all of us were underwear fetish freaks too, we were curious also about Steve's underwear (he did sometimes wear jockey shorts). Steve sometimes hung out with Glenn, Jesse and a few other guys from work and college, and that created an opportunity to "get" him. Steve loved to drink and party, and (he claimed) fuck as much pussy as he could get. Girls would flock around him - that was true enough - his boyish good looks would attract ANYONE.
On one occasion some of us actually had a chance to see loverboy at work - fucking a pretty (and brainless) cheerleader after a wrestling match. He was using a room of a friend of ours - and fortunately Steve didn't close the blinds the right way - so we could see in - but they couldn't see out. He stripped fast, as she did. Sweaty as he was, he certainly was tireless in his fucking - but very conventional in his technique. Straight missionary style- done in about 15 minutes. But it was great seeing him - his beautiful white butt, his dick plunging in and out until they both came. That was a turn-on for us, because it made us more determined to show this hunk that there were far more interesting ways to pleasure (ours and his).
We decided that the best way to get Steve would be to have him come over Jesse's apartment on Friday night after work, for some beer and videos, with the promise of girls and parties later in the night. Unknown to him, we would get him just drunk enough to carry him off to the same deserted workout room on campus where Jesse worked (and where we gave Mark HIS lesson - see "Straight and Bound: Mark"). We already had the necessary equipment: rope, plenty of beer, a bottle of two bottles of "Rush", lubricants, feathers, blindfolds, ice cube sticks, and even a cock ring, and this time, a couple of dildoes of varying sizes. Unlike Mark, we intended to really work this boy over. Justin and Daniel also "studied" the various techniques of tying up guys - we wanted to make sure he couldn't get loose. More importantly we wanted to be able to tie him in different positions that would highlight his body (and the best parts of his tight body).
On the appointed day, Jesse casually mentioned to Steve "Hey, We're having some girls come over later tonight at my place. I got beer and some videos, you want to come over?"
"Shit yeah" grinned Steve "I've been broke for a while and haven't had beer for days man. I'll be there right after wrestling tryouts."
Around 7:30 PM Steve came driving up to Jesse's, while the other five of us lounged around sipping beer, with a straight porno video and music on. The scene was set for the hunky wrestler. Steve came in, sweaty from his wrestling workout, wearing long shorts, and a damp T-shirt. Glenn glanced at Steve's crotch, which was full, yet soft. We all lusted after Steve even more after getting a whiff of his sweat and manliness as he walked into the room, grabbed a beer and sprawled himself on the recliner. If he only knew that he was trapped in a room full of queers who wanted his body, he would have freaked out completely. Well - that would come later.
"Hey, I'm sorry for not cleaning up after practice, but coach kept us late, and I didn't have time. I can use your shower right, before they [the girls] come?" Steve asked, as he looked around at the TV and for the beer.
"Sure, but get in the mood....hey, try drinking this hard stuff instead of the beer Steve...there's plenty of time" Jesse said, passing Steve a tall glass of hard liquor (scotch). Steve reached for the glass, saying "all right dude!" and drank it in one gulp, while we looked at him nervously. Jesse gave him another three shots, before Steve's head started to nod, and his eyes fluttered. This boy liked to drink!
"Fuck, I'm beat man....I dunno" Steve slurred, and reached for another glass with two more shots of scotch.
We decided on a different approach in getting Steve. Knowing how horny he was, especially after watching the videos and getting just enough to be drunk and still horny and uninhibited, we started to talk about sex and how horny guys are. We also knew that the boy was always short of money.
Steve just nodded and said, "shit yeah, I'm horny. I could fuck anything. When are they coming?" He sort of glanced down at his crotch - it looked like it got semi-hard as he said it. Eyes then darted back at us - and seeing that we noticed his "state", he flushed and tried changing the subject by asking for more scotch or beer.
Daniel obliged quickly, pouring Steve - now thoroughly buzzed, another 2 shots of Scotch.
Justin said to Steve "hey, with your looks, man you probably get all kinds of pussy, right?", trying to keep the conversation focused on sex- and keeping our boy horny. That led to the opening - the question to the stud that we knew would trap him. Steve took another drink, flushed again (from the alcohol and from the remnants of his modesty), and shrugged and nodded to Daniel.
Jesse said "hey - soon, but one question. Could a ****** make a guy come against his will?" We all waited for Steve to respond...though he didn't know that it was directed at him.
Pausing, Steve first turned his head toward Jesse almost with a start and stared, as if he didn't hear the question right. Jesse stared back and repeated the question matter of factly. Steve's eyes almost bugged out in surprise, open-mouthed, then shook his head slightly, and slurred "fuck no, man. No fuckin' way...how could a ****** make a straight guy cum? No way. No fuckin way, cause it would be wrong. You know? Repulsive. Just no way..." Steve started to laugh (so did we nervously) and then giggled "I mean that's fuckin' freaky, you know?"
The great thing is that Steve seemed to REALLY believe that. That made him even more desirable for us - the idea that we had a guy who we would be assaulting - making him cum against his will, tickling him and milking him dry - well, it was just too hot to believe!
We started to talk about the "repulsiveness" of a ****** sucking dick, to throw Steve off a little, for a few minutes. He merely nodded in agreement and then added "yeah....no way. A ****** queer couldn't do nothing to a guy....a real man, right guys?"
"Well," Jesse said pausing, "I know some guys who would bet $200 that they could...in fact, YOU could do the bet, man....You're the star athlete here - and you could use the money."
Steve nodded his head, feeling a little drunk, and slurred "Are you serious? $200? Shit....I'm no ******...I can't believe this shit...no fuckin...way"
"Hey Steve, none of us are, and you aren't. We all know that, but you could win the bet - you said they couldn't do it, right, and besides, it would be fucking interesting!" Jesse said quickly.
Steve paused for what seemed a long time and pondered a few minutes, looking down at his beautiful feet, paused and slurred, "shit,....as long as no one says anything. Fuck, I need the money and there's no way faggots can make me cum. Fuck, okay...shit....Who are they? Where?"
Suddenly, before Jesse could respond, Steve sort of dozed off from the scotch, which we also spiked (to keep him out for about 20 minutes or so). He actually was really all that drunk - buzzed for sure. We waited five minutes, before all of us approached him. Jesse called out "Hey Steve, are you okay man?" He shook the cute blond, by the arm. The rest of us just watched, and then satisfied that he was out, we grabbed him and carried him to Jesse's van outside. As we carried him, we all inhaled Steve'sbody sweat, and coped a feel of his crotch - his penis and balls warm and sort of spongy to the touch.
Sitting him in the van seat, we sped off the short distance on campus to the workout room, and half walked, half held Steve to the same work out room. Like last time, it was totally deserted and totally ours to use for the entire weekend. We carried the handsome boy to the pull up bar apparatus where we tied up Mark just one week before. Daniel and Aaron and Glenn used the rope to tie Steve's wrists to the top of the pull up bar. Still clothed, we grabbed his legs, and pulled them to the bars bolted on the floor, stretching his muscled body tautly. There was another bar, padded and thick, that we could place just near his waist, which forced his lower body (especially his stomach and pelvis) to thrust out in a rather lewd way. The padded bar still allowed us complete access to Steve's back and butt, but having his body forced out like that was a real turn-on. It also made him more vulnerable and would increase his anxiety, once he woke up. Steve was now standing spread-eagled. Jesse blindfolded Steve, and then yelled out his name, slightly tapping his cheek. He could smell the sweet odor of Steve's hair and slight deodorant mixed with sweat.
"Steve, hey Steve, come on, wake up" Jesse said, as we watched. A few minutes passed. Even out of it, watching Steve - now tied up tautly, was a turn-on.
Steve seemed disoriented and just stayed still for a second. His head suddenly snapped up, as he slowly realized he was tied up, and tested the rope that tied him - first pulling at his wrists, then his legs. Then he buckled his body, as much as he could with his lower body forced out by the middle padded bar, and violently tried to break loose. He seemed now confused but began to panic. He wasn't even sure where he was or who was talking to him.
Jesse and the rest of us enjoyed watching the straight handsome boy struggle, watching him pull at the ropes - seeing his body squirm through his baggy clothes.
Steve shook his blond hair, parted in the middle, and with a start, suddenly pulled at the restraints, yelling "Hey....hey...shit...hey...what..man...what the fuck is this...?????"
"It's the bet Steve.....we brought you to the faggots who are putting up the $200 bet, remember?" Jesse calmly explained.
Steve's head turned to the sound of the voice - and he seemed startled that it was coming just inches away from his ear. Jesse loved smelling Steve's odor, and repeated it again.
Jesse repeated what he said about the bet, just inches away from Steve's ear. This time Steve comprehended - stopped struggling for a second, and sagged somewhat in his bondage. He paused, and then, as if groping for words, still not quite understanding what happened to him, he started to yell "WHAT???? WHAT??? What the fuck are you saying?????"
Jesse once again repeated himself
This time Steve started to yell loud "Uh...no...no..no!!! I mean...no...I changed my mind....I don't want to do it man. I don't care about the money, just let me go. Fuck...there is no way I am letting fuckin faggots touch me. Forget it...okay...let me go now..." Steve said clearly getting nervous and half slurring his words, and started to struggle again. What a turn-on it was to watch this boy strain himself to break loose. We couldn't wait to see his reaction when we began stripping him and playing with him.
"Well Steve" Jesse said firmly, "It's too late for that. These old faggots already made the bet and you made it with them, so it's way too late. I'm just here to make sure they don't do more to play with your body and try to make you cum. And maybe milk you. I mean they aren't supposed to..." (pausing for dramatic effect), "fuck you, but you never know. So I'm here Steve. And you'll just have to honor the bet, okay?"
Steve shuddered...he literally shuddered and gasped "WHAT????????" and started yelling "NO!!!!! Fuck no!!!!! What the fuck....don't you fuckin' do this shit on me...stay the fuck away. This is freakin' bullshit... Fuckinnnnletmego Jesse, whoeverishere..fuck let me ...I'll kill anyone who fuckin' touches me!!!!!!!!" Steve's body twisted and turned and pulled violently at the ropes binding his arms, pulled upright, and his legs, pulled apart on the pull-up bar apparatus. It was a lewd sight, his body being forced out by the lower bar - so his movement was restricted.
Jesse gave the silent signal to the rest of us to begin the show, and we approached his blindfolded struggling body. All of us had rock hard erections, knowing that in seconds we would be feasting on Steve's gorgeous body and making him cum. Glenn, Daniel and I grabbed Steve's sweaty T-shirt and ripped it off him, while Steve screamed "FUCK!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!"
The boy expanded his muscled and defined chest and his body buckled, desperately trying to break loose.
(continued next post)