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A bound naïve str8 19 year old boy is
taught a lesson in cum control, milking, and tickling by a group
of college men in this story by Eric Lane. |
Cum Control Lesson for a Str8 Boy:
Steve-Part 1
by Eric Lane
(This is a rewritten version of a previously
published story formerly titled "Straight Steve Is Made to Cum)
I roomed in college with a close friend in a nice
two bedroom apartment. He was straight, and he thought (and I guess
I did too) that I was. I knew I had some gay feelings though, but I
was too afraid to show them to my roommate, Jerry. He was good
looking, had a nice body, but I wasn't attracted to him for some
reason. I really never did anything with any guy, though - I did get
a few blow jobs from older men, but I never did anything in return.
I was always a little wasted when it happened (and horny) and
chalked it up to being drunk.
That would all change when Jerry's younger brother, Steve would come
and visit us for a couple of weeks. Jerry had to go away on a out of
town research project for one of his classes, and he asked if it was
still okay for his brother to come up and crash for a week or two.
He assured me that he wouldn't get in the way. I knew Steve
slightly, and hadn't seen the kid in over 5 years. I wasn't
expecting anything special - definitely nothing sexual, until he
showed up.
At my door was a beautiful 19 year old Adonis! About 5' 11" or so,
about 165 lbs., nicely defined college wrestler's build, gorgeous
blue yes, blondish-brown hair and face that was still boyish and
cute. Even his voice was sexy, with a crooked, cocky grin. What a
difference a few years make on a kid!!!!! I tried not to stare too
much, and glanced quickly at his crotch (he was wearing baggy jeans,
and from what I could tell, boxers), and a loose fitting cotton
T-shirt. He seemed to be fully developed crotch-wise, though it was
hard to tell. He seemed to have a nice butt too. When he bent down
to pick up his bags, I could see his underwear band, above his low
hanging pants. God it looked sexy and hot! I was just suddenly dying
to strip this kid and give him a tongue bath!!!!
Of course I restrained my self completely and invited him in -
showed him to his brother's room, where he would sleep until Jerry
came back. Steve was excited about staying over - I guess he had
some wild imagination about college parties and nights out. He also
looked forward to drinking and sex (as he told me, assuming I could
get him both. Unfortunately he assumed the sex would be with
gorgeous college girls - not with his brother's roommate. I just
sort of stared at Steve as he relaxed, sitting casually on the
couch, still wearing his baseball cap (backwards). He absent
mindedly lifted his T-shirt to scratch his stomach, revealing a
smooth, tanned 6 pack abs, and a cute concave navel. God, I nearly
died when he did that! Doing that also revealed the waist-band of
his boxer shorts. I knew then that I would have to get Steve -
somehow, no matter what. I had at least 6 days before his brother
got back - and I quickly thought of the various opportunities to get
Steve, while he talked on about nothing.
I knew he liked to drink, but from what he told me, he couldn't
really hold his liquor yet (he didn't drink often). He was a deep
sleeper (he mentioned this because he said if I had to getup early
there was no way I could disturb him). He also was a porno
(straight) freak - loved watching videos, but never had much of an
opportunity to watch them (he lived at home). And he was horny as
hell. I figured that combination would lend itself to SOME
opportunity! It did. Over a period of several days I was able to get
Steve several times. Thank god his brother Jerry was out during that
time!
The first couple of hours when he first showed up, I had to satisfy
myself with just his dirty clothes until I could actually get to him
that night. Now, until Steve, I never had a "clothes fetish" before.
I was obsessed with him - and his smell. When he walked by me, I
could smell his boy sweat and a slight odor of after shave or
cologne...very slight. It drove me wild. That night, (he was very
tired from the long 6 hour bus ride), he said goodnight, yawning,
after drinking three beers, and decided to take a shower. He
stripped down in his brother's room, leaving his dirty clothes on
the floor, and walked to the bathroom, towel around his waist.
Despite having a good body and being so handsome, Steve was sort of
shy about his body. That made him seem even more desirable for me,
for some reason. I waited in the living room until I could hear the
shower turn on, and then I quickly walked into Jerry's room.
I stared at the pile of dirty clothes on the floor: jeans, rolled up
slightly soiled white athletic socks, white boxers (still inside the
jeans - he must have stripped both off in one motion), and large
blue T-shirt (inside out). I picked up the T-shirt and smelled the
armpit areas - and was greeted by a very strong manly sweaty odor,
mixed with deodorant. I sniffed it for a few minutes, before picking
up his jeans. I felt a mixture of guilt, extreme nervousness and
sexually tenses, holding this beautiful boy's jeans that just
moments before hugged his most intimate parts of his body. The smell
was heady and strong - I felt drawn and repulsed by the odor. But it
was Steve's- and I nearly came right there when I detected a strong
crotch odor. I sniffed the outside of his jean's crotch area, and
then the inside smelling sweat and slight traces of piss and musky
crotch odors. Thank god he traveled 300 miles on a Greyhound bus on
a hot day to get here! God I was in heaven...and then nervously,
heart beating quickly, picked up the white boxers. I looked at the
front, and saw several piss stains, and looked on the inside. Only
piss stains. There was a strong smell though - I put my nose to the
front panel, and crotch and smelled piss, and a strong musky
scent...until I reached the seat of the boxers and was greeted by a
slight yet stronger extremely musky odor. I nearly came right in my
pants!!!!! I gave the boxers one last sniff, before rushing back to
the living room (I heard the shower stop).
After Steve dried off in the bedroom, he said his goodnights to me
(dressed now in a long T-shirt and loose fitting running shorts. He
still looked a little buzzed from the four beers - and looked tired.
He closed his door part way, and I waited (playing with my dick in
the meantime) for three hours, until I got enough courage to enter
the room. It was a very hot night (it was summer - Jerry was taking
summer classes), and our air conditioning wasn't working at least
Steve THOUGHT that. I told him that, hoping that it would encourage
him to sleep with less on and perhaps make him drunker faster. It
did. Being young and inexperienced with beer - and extremely weary
from the bus ride, the boy fell into a fast deep sleep. I called out
his name - and was greeted my a heavy and continuous snore. I turned
on the hallway light, that bathed the double bed with warm glow -
enough for me to see Steve. God! He was sprawled on his back, his
T-shirt was off, his arms on his beautiful defined smooth chest, his
slightly hairy legs spread - the covers were kicked off completely.
I stared at Steve - sleeping soundly. I became fixated on his flat
stomach, and his deep belly button, with a slight trail of hair that
led into his running shorts. I wanted to sniff that belly button and
tongue it! And then the running shorts - the material was thin and I
could see the outline of his limp cock - not huge, but a nice sized
5 inch cock, resting on a nice sized pair of balls. I shook his arm
gently to see if Steve was awake - "Hey Steve...are you okay?" He
continued his snoring and deep breathing. He definitely was in a
deep sleep from the beer (he told me that it was a long time since
he had beer). I gently moved his arms from his chest, moving his
right arm over his head - and then his left. I wanted to see his
pits - and God, I was rewarded with the most beautiful armpits -
sweaty, with a healthy patch of blondish-brown hair matted down from
the sweat. I checked one more time, gently shaking Steve "Hey guy,
are you awake?" Still was greeted my snores and heavy and steady
breathing. I knelt beside the bed and smelled his arm pits - and was
greeted my a mixture of boy sweat and musky sweat. At that I threw
whatever caution that was left in me away in favor of tasting this
gorgeous boy!!!!!! I looked at his sleeping face - beautiful!!!!! I
wanted to kiss his sexy lips, but was scared THAT would wake him. So
I sniffed his neck, his ears and hair - and got even more turned on.
He had a sexy odor that drove me wild! I then gently sucked and
lapped at his small brownish nipples - soft until they hardened from
the licking. He still continued his snoring and even breathing. His
dick was still limp. I then tongued my way down to his navel,
sniffing and licking at the beautiful belly button!!!! I never knew
belly buttons could be sexy - but this boy's concave belly button
was sexy - deep and large enough for me to lick, with a slight
aromatic odor.
I followed the trail of hair down to his running shorts .and then
paused. I looked up and watched his handsome face for any signs of
waking. None. I was by that time nearly crazy with lust, and then,
with my heart beating so fast and loud that I thought he could hear
it - I eased his shorts down slowly. I did that so not to wake him -
but the slowness was sexy - slowly revealing his hairy
blondish-brown pubes, slightly damp from the sweat, then his shaft,
and then his balls and cock head. I pulled the shorts all the way
off. They were slightly damp from the sweat (it was very warm and
humid in the room) and I sniffed it, before tossing them on the
floor. Now he was spread-eagled on the bed, totally naked, still
snoring and sleeping - his dick still limp. This is the first time I
saw Steve naked and he was built like a movie start or model!! God
he was gorgeous, just lying there peacefully. He wasn't cut either,
with his foreskin covering his dickhead loosely. It look cute - and
I hoped it would preserved some of the boy's intimate odors there
(it did). I quickly moved my face to his pubic hairs and inhaled the
freshly washed hairs. It smelled of just clean boysweat. Then
slowly, very slowly I nibbled my way down to his now slightly
hardening 5-1/2 inch shaft. The dick started to grow as I nibbled
ever so lightly. He shifted in his sleep a little - no doubt
dreaming of some girl going down on him. He was still only half
hard, when I got to his cock head...I used my hand to gently pull
back the foreskin, exposing the cock head - pink, wet from a slight
covering of sweat and pre-cum. I sniffed the cock head - and it
smelled like sweat, piss and a heavy muskiness that drove me wild. I
licked it tentatively, and then sucked just the head intently for
several minutes. Steve's breathing was still even and he continued
to snore - but his stomach seemed to tightened a little, and his
dick slowly grew from semi-hard to hard, to finally a full 7 inch
steel hard, his foreskin now pulled back, his knob glistening with
pre-cum. I could smell it! His hard dick slightly arched back, and I
now licked the head, and then the underside of it, and then licked
the shaft all the way down to his balls. His legs shifted
involuntarily, and then spread out further. My nose was pressed
against his walnut sized balls - loose and sweaty from the heat. I
tongued the balls, lapping at each none, and then sucked his entire
scrotum completely. For a full 10 minutes I lovingly sucked and
licked his balls, while left hand gently rubbed and tweaked stomach
and nipples and my other hand gently jerked his steel hard shaft. He
seemed ready to cum (his cock head was flowing with precum). I
backed off for a second and stood up to stare at this young straight
kid - totally naked, totally turned on and hard, his body begging
for relief - and still sleeping (he really was). I ran back to my
room and got my camera - which luckily had high speed film in it.
Given the low light, I was able to snap a few shots of the stud,
spread out on the bed, dick hard as a rock. I had to preserve this
for future jack off sessions (to go along with is dirty underwear
and T-shirts) in case I never had a chance to get him again.
His dime-sized brown nipples were hard and erect, his chest though
was still breathing evenly and his snoring - though softer, was
still audible. His flat stomach was tight and ready to cum. I knelt
down again and then licked his cock head slowly, tonguing the head,
and the ridge underneath. The head was spongy hard, and I thought I
could hear him moan ever so slightly. His cock now was as hard as
ever. as I brought my hand and gently jerked the shaft, while my
other hand played with his balls. I tongued the cocked head,
swirling my tongue faster and now licking his shaft, as I jerked it
faster and faster, polishing his cock head.
Suddenly his stomach and body seemed to tightened, and his cock got
even more ridgidly hard for a second - and then buckets of hot boy
cum spurted out on his stomach. He made no sound - his even
breathing continued - as I slowly jerked his dick - his cock
squirted out cum 8 times, until the final spurts dribbled on his
damp pubes. His dick - so hard minutes ago - slowly became limp, his
foreskin covering the cock head, covered with cum, spit and sweat.
I gently sucked it clean, and licked the cum from his pubes. I got a
hand towel and wiped the rest of his boy cum from his stomach, legs
and shaft. I gave his body one last long stare- his cock limp now,
but still a nice size, resting over his balls and touching his left
thigh - his arms still above his head, armpits sweaty from the
heat....I covered him with a sheet part way and carried his dirty
boxers and hand towel to my room, where I would sniff them and jerk
off.
He never knew that his first blow job from a guy - probably his
first blow job EVER happened. That experience made me want Steve
even more - but I wanted him to be awake when I pleasured him again.
I still had several days left before his brother got back, so I had
time to work out various plans to "get Steve".
THE NEXT MORNING
The next day, Steve woke, and we
greeted each other at breakfast - nothing seemed odd or different,
even though I gave the boy a complete tongue bath the night before.
I did note that after eating breakfast he seemed to sniff his
armpits quickly and chest (he was wearing his T-shirt), sort of
frowned and said, "Geesh....it was hot in here last night. I need a
another shower...is that air conditioning gonna get fixed?" I nodded
but said "Soon I hope" and smiled back saying "You do stink boy!" He
laughed and walked back to the bedroom to take another shower, while
I smiled and remembered how great he smelled. I ended up "getting
Steve" five more times, including a drunken bet that a gay guy
couldn't make a straight guy like him cum (he lost by the way). Of
course I set it all up, and Steve HAD to lose - but he didn't know
any better.
THE NEXT NIGHT
Well, Steve was sexy as hell -
but also sort of cocky and while not stupid, he wasn't the most
savvy or sophisticated person. He was, as I soon discovered,
somewhat naive, slightly arrogant and cocky guy - and that helped me
plan for the next way I would get him. I discovered inadvertently,
that Steve was really ticklish! He was boasting about something - I
think about his wrestling ability in high school and college, and I
playfully drilled his stomach a couple of times with my index
finger, making a comment that "hey you're getting old with this flab
there. . ..(he wasn't - he was solid as a rock!)". Well the boy
literally screeched and squirmed, raising his voice, giggling
"HEY!!!! Stop it man!!!" He moved away from my finger, laughing. I
stared at the boy and just said "god, you are ticklish dude!!!" His
cute face blushed a deep red, and then he quickly changed the
subject. He was so ticklish that even when I stared at him (while he
was playing a video game), trying to tease him and break his
concentration in the game, his face and should and neck started to
twitch - as if I was gently tickling him lightly there with my
fingers! It was incredible. He squirmed and yelled "stop it man. .
.stop!!!!!" I stopped - more in wonderment and realized that I was
going to have fun with this boy - and soon. He WAS more ticklish
then any person I knew!
I figured I could suck him off in his sleep every night that he was
staying (providing I got him drunk so he went into a deep sleep) -
but I also wanted to have him awake, and experience tickle torture -
and THEN experience cum control , and then - made to cum over and
over. Being handsome, young and horny, I figured the lad would not
only be up for it - he'd thank me years later for the experience.
Even if he didn't, I (and the others I would soon involve) would
certainly thank HIM. Hearing and seeing Steve's expression when
cumming would be priceless! Seeing a straight boy cum is a fucking
turn on! It turned out that it was very easy to round up several of
my friends to "help" out. I knew some guys who were gay, and I
casually mentioned Steve - how cute he was, and then mentioned how
ticklish he was. I didn't know then that tickling - especially
tickle torture could be an all night adult entertainment event in
and of itself. I had no idea. Once I showed those guys a picture of
Steve (the nude picture I took), they literally went nuts demanding
that that they get to meet him. I at first was concerned - I
mentioned that Steve was young and straight as hell, but that just
made them even more adamant that they be allowed to "play" with him.
The more I thought about it - the more I realized these guys could
help me do what I wanted to do with Steve now: cum control, making
him suffer in a tickle torture session, and milking the boy
completely dry. For some reason having that happen to straight Steve
was almost a mantra to me - I needed to do it . Badly. And so did
they. After talking, we set things up for the next night. There was
four of them. We could all barely stand the anticipation of getting
this straight, handsome guy. We quickly hatched a plan where I would
bring over the stud muffin telling him it was a "party" and we would
devise a plan so they could "do him". We decided to play on Steve's
cockiness, and his boast to me (one time he said when there was some
news report about gays) that he was repulsed by gay sex, though had
nothing against them. "I could never do that....I don't see how a
guy could enjoy any of that...." he said to me. Well, we decided to
get him drunk enough so he would lose his inhibitions and bet him
$250 that he couldn't withstand being tickled for 5 minutes.
The next night, Steve was bored and wanted to go out and do
something. I suggested going over to a friend's house - I said they
were having a party. Well Steve had no idea of this plan of course.
He immediately agreed to go over with me and was excited that the
guys had a pool table, a hot tub and a pool. So we spent half the
night drinking beers and shooting pool. The guys (Ben, Ken, Tom,
Gene, and Zak), would stare at Steve when he wasn't looking - they
couldn't believe either how beautiful and handsome he was ("God,
this guy is just too cute," Ben whispered to me well Steve was
bending over the pool table to make a shot). These guys,
unfortunately were not blessed by nature in looks OR build. They
weren't ugly, but they were sort of uniformly homely - and that made
Steve stand out even more. It was not every day they could get such
a handsome and cute guy in their house - never made that soon he
would be tickled tortured, made to cum and experience the joys of
cum control.
Steve was wearing long shorts, a loose T-shirt and sandals, his
blondish-brown hair tousled somewhat. After 3 hours of pool, the
guys headed outside for an hour in the hot tub. It was almost too
much watching Steve strip down to his swim shorts. He was going to
go right into the hot tub, when he muttered "oh shit, I forgot my
underwear is on. . .." We were already in the hot tub and thought
the boy was going to strip off his shorts, and pull off his
underwear right in front of us. Unfortunately the boy was shy, and
went inside the house into the bathroom (closing the door), and took
off his underwear, then slipped his swim shorts back on. He came
back outside, sort of discreetly putting his jockey shorts inside
his pants on the patio, while we watched. He came right into the hot
tub, totally oblivious that 5 guys (including me) were ready to
devour him almost.
We drank a little more (Steve had two more beers), and the hot tub
made him relax even more (meanwhile most of the other guys had rock
hard dicks from being half naked in the hot tub with Steve). After
about an hour, we all decided to go back into the house. Rather then
get dressed (it was a hot night), we just wrapped towels around our
waists, after drying off, keeping our shorts on - but otherwise
nothing else. That was part of the plan - to have Steve stripped
down to his shorts. We all headed for the downstairs living room,
where one of the guys put on a porno video. By this time Steve was
drunk enough now to be disoriented and buzzed - talking loudly and
laughing at anything. He was just at the state that we wanted him -
alert enough so he would be awake when his body was assaulted, but
in a stupor so he wouldn't resist knowingly. The room was hot from
the summer heat (we deliberately shut off the air conditioner,
telling the boy it was broken, after he complained about the heat.
It was humid, so the boy sweated profusely). While the porno videos
were playing, the guys suddenly talked about sex - while Steve's
eyes glazed over, watching the TV. He then remarked "Hey - those are
guys sucking each other man...what the fuck is this huh?" He was
lying down on the couch, while the other guys were sprawled on the
floor. I had already hid myself in the side room, on the pretext
that I was going to the all night store to get more beer. I really
was peeking around the corner, out of Steve's sight. (This was part
of the plan to preserve my relationship with Steve if, for some, if
remembered everything that was going to happen to him. . .)
Ben then told Steve "Hey man...I hope you don't mind....but...you
know...we're bi - and we like this stuff, you know...." Steve, drunk
and buzzed, sat up slowly and looked at Ben, then Tom and then Ken
and then Gene and slurred "Shit yeah.. I don't....don't believe you.
Yeah....fucking right....." He started to giggle a little. Ben said
"No...we are. We like guys...and girls....well....sometimes we like
guys better, you know."
Steve stared back, his head nodding, and then said slowly - his
speech still slurred "....shit no! Really???! ...Hey...how can you
do that man? Suck a dude's cock...man that must be....shit...I
dunno...that would be disgusting to me man......shit....."
"Hey, a mouth on a dick is a mouth on a dick - a guy can cum no
matter who it is Steve...." Tom said, moving closer to Steve, who
now was lying back down on the sofa.
"No way man...No way would a straight guy cum when a guy is sucking
him....that would be too sick. No fuckin' way man..." Steve slurred.
"Well, there are four of us here who think differently - you wanna
test that Steve? I mean you are straight as can be, right. We'll bet
you.....let's say $100 bucks that the six of us can make you cum in
30 minutes..." Ken said.
Steve, still lying on the couch, tried to get up, and propped
himself on his elbows, and just stared back, shook his head twice,
as if trying to shake the drunken state away.
"You're not fucking serious. Naw. . ..no. . ..you're putting me on,
man. . .shit. . ."Steve said, sort of slurring some of his words.
"We are" Ken said, "WE are.....and here's the $100 to prove it..
we'll sweeten it for you by upping it by another $50 - $50 you can
keep no matter what. And nothing will be said - we'll do this before
Mark gets back...so decide. This can be an easy $150 bucks for you
to make, if you are so sure...otherwise shut up" Ken said.
The guys waited, nervously wondering if this blond Adonis would fall
for the bet. Within 60 seconds, Steve stared back. The air seemed
hot and tense - we didn't know if we over stepped ourselves. Steve
still thought we were playing with him (well, actually we wanted
to!). Gene then suddenly interjected "hey Steve - fuck, we're
joking. We're joking. But man. . ..we're. . ." "Man. . .fuck dudes.
. .you guys we're scaring me man. . ..fuck. . .you had me. . .shit.
. ." Steve slurred.
The guys all sort of giggled nervously with Steve, as if he were
finally in on the joke.
"Well," Gene continued "we do actually have a bet about you - since
you are such a big athlete and wrestling star, right? I mean you
could with stand anything. . ..."
"Shit yeah. . .I was pretty good, yeah. . ." Steve said. He paused,
closing his eyes, the beers overtaking him, and then added slowly
"so? What'sathe bet. . .bet. . .?"
"Well, I was reading that the normal guy can only withstand being
tickled for only 5 minutes. I'm doing a little research paper for
school - and so here's the bet - okay, you get $100 bucks if you can
withstand being tickled for 5 minutes. That means you can laugh. If
you do, you lose, and then you have to do what we say. . ..that's
it. . ."
"Tickling????. . ...shit. . ..5 minutes? I dunno. . .. . .." Steve
Steve, pausing, then, blushing a little, "Ohwhatthe
fuck...Ifuckindrunk
man....I'llwinthefuckinbet...sowhateverdudes...." Steve said, and
then asked for another beer "I can't believe this shit....." "One
more thing, you have to be tied up so you can fight being tickled -
and your shirt has to come off too," Gene said.
"Shit. . .okay. . .whatever," Steve said.
Then the six of us - perhaps to hastily - started approaching the
boy, eager to get their hands on him. Suddenly Steve seemed to
change his mind "...no...forget it. I hate tickling.
IdunnowhatIwassyain.. shit...forgetit..noway canIlet afaggot
touchmeman....shit....." Before he could say another word, we were
on him, laughing. He struggled half heartedly, laughing and cursing,
as we carried him to a special chair the guys had made. It was a
metal bar high back chair, with the seat gone. A person could be
tied in the chair - arms up, legs back, with his butt seat on the
rim, yet totally accessible underneath for whatever pleasuring
needed to be done. The metal bars making up the back of the chair
allowed us access to Steve's back. The rim was padded (as were the
metal bars that made up the high back of the chair). They made the
chair especially for Steve. We dragged him to the chair, while he
babbled
"Heyman...fuck...Ichangedmymind...whattayouguysdoing..." He was
drunk enough that he really couldn't resist. I watched while the
guys stripped Steve of his wet towel, leaving just his wet shorts.,
while he weakly struggled. He cursed, slurring his words. He was
then carried to the chair, tied. His arms were placed above his head
and held securely by duct tape, while his legs where spread apart
and tied tightly to the legs with rope, leaving his butt and crotch
totally exposed. He briefly tried to break loose and then moaned
"hey man.....what...."
Ken then said "look, you can make $100...okay, if you can withstand
us tickling you for 5 minutes. That means you can't laugh or else
you lose! And if you lose, like we agreed - we can do anything we
want. Course we still would owe you at least $100. But if you're a
good sport we'll sweeten the pot to $200. That's the bet. Its gonna
happen, so you might as well prepare yourself Steve. "
At that, Steve sort of sagged in the chair, his head down, touching
his chest- his chest heaving from the struggle. He involuntarily
shuddered - I guess at the prospect of being at the mercy of us -
and being tickled.
Gene then got out a stop watch (as if we were REALLY going to go by
that), and shouted "ready. . ..set. . .GO!!!!"
Steve's eyes widened with horror, and before he could yell "NO!!!!",
the guys then went at him like hungry dogs after a bone. Gene put on
a heavy blindfold on the struggling boy. Steve was filled with sheer
panic, his head desperately trying to shake off the blindfold. Ken
started tickling his ribcage and his slightly damp hairy armpits
savagely. Zak used a feather brushing lightly up and down the sole
of Steve's feet, his toes clenched, and then started to suck those
very toes lovingly. Not to be outdone, Gene started to run his
fingers up and down Steve's back, while Joe got down below the chair
seat and tickled Steve's butt cheeks (through his shorts). I came
out from my hiding place and I let my fingers tickle his neck and
ears, and upper arms (Steve had no idea I was there - and was so out
of it from the tickling that he didn't notice an additional set of
hands). Steve clenched his teeth so hard we thought he would shatter
them, and let out the longest groan, his entire body grew taunt,
trying desperately to fight off the overwhelming tickling. It was a
turn-on to see this boy's muscled body arch from the torture chair,
his arms and biceps and legs flexed, his abs flat and tightened,
trying to ward off the surge of laughter and hysterics that was
building within him. The poor boy exploded in laughter after barely
being able to hold back for a pitiful 60 seconds. His body literally
grew taunt from the multiple assault of fingers and toe suckling,
and he screamed and yelled, laughing like a hyena, trying
desperately to get words out - I suppose begging us to stop. Even
though he lost the bet - we had 4 minutes to go. We never let up and
Steve howled, his body seemed nearly almost ready to break the duct
tape and rope, almost rocking the chair. Tears were streaming from
his face as he shrieked in laughter when Ken doubled up his attack
on the boy's ribcage and stomach. One of the guys started to tickle
the boy's quivering bellybutton and abs - which caused Steve to
burst out in a stream of totally unintelligible laughter. Ever so
often he was able to string together a few words through his
howling, "ha ha ha ha ha..oh. . .ha ha hahah. . .pleaaaaasee..oh
hahahahahahhaha/. . ...ple. . ..haha..ple. . .ha..hahaha. . ..ease.
. .oh..ga. . .oh. . .hahahahahha..,..god. . .hahahhahahha. .
.hahahahahaa. . ..sto. . .hahahaha. . .op. . ..pleasssse!!!!!!"
After 10 minutes, we stopped - though just momentarily (okay, we
were a little lax on the time, but we were horny. . .) Steve's
sweaty body sagged in the chair, his head resting on his chest,
tears of laughter still flowing from his blindfold. He thought it
was the longest 5 minutes of his life. His body still shuddered from
the effects of the intense tickle torture - never before in his
young life had his body been subjected to such intense simultaneous
stimulation. He muttered "oh god. . ..oh. . ..oh. . ..no more. .
.please. . ...I give up. . .no more. . .. . .. . ..."
Gene said quietly "well Steve, you seem to be very ticklish. For a
wrestler, I don't know how you made it. . ..well. . .you lost. It
wasn't even close. . ..so, you have a choice. We can have a bet to
see if a gay guy came make you cum OR we can tickle you for an hour
straight and THEN see what you say. . .."
Steve's head snapped up and - though drunk, his eyes half closed, he
yelled "NO!!!!! Please!!!! Fuckin no way. . .." Just let me go. .
..shit. . .oh shit. . ..man. . .no" "Okay my boy, have it your way.
. .. . .one hour more of tickling. . ..." Gene said. Steve's eyes
opened with horror and he screamed "OH NO!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!"
The guys again assaulted Steve without mercy. As he howled with
laughter, one of the guys began to rip his wet shorts off a little
at a time. Steve didn't even notice, his entire body was buckling
and squirming while we tickled his entire body. Finally the guys
ripped off the remaining parts of his shorts, leaving the boy
entirely nude, his limp, slightly shriveled uncut dick slopping back
and forth, his tightened balls (from the cold wet), jiggling below
the open seat. Some of us paused and stared at Steve's body, getting
more horny at seeing this handsome stud naked - his body bound
tightly, squirming and begging for us to stop tickling him. As part
of the plan, none of us touched his limp dick - we didn't want to
freak him out totally. But Joe, who was beneath the chair, was so
turned on seeing the boy's exposed butt - ever so often his ass
crack would open, showing Joe his virgin, pink butthole. Steve would
gasp and howl even more as Joe tickled the boy's extremely sensitive
butt cheeks - and ever so lightly, tickled the boy's scrotum.
Steve nearly went nuts after being tickled non-stop for an hour -
drooling almost, tears pouring from his eyes, his body quivering.
His once shriveled dick and balls, grew a little - not hard, but
lengthened to about 6 inches. His balls grew large and loose in
their sack, being warmed by Joe's tickling.
When we stopped, Steve gasped for air and was barely able to talk,
begging us "that I'll do anything. . .just. . .stop. . ..no more
tickling. . .please. . ..do anything. . ..whatever..just. . .oh. .
..please. . ..no more. . .. . .."
At that, Gene interjected by saying "okay Steve. We hear you. So no
more tickling. But you said whatever, so we're going to do the cum
control and milking bet. If you can hold back from cumming for two
hours, then you get ANOTHER $100. And if you can cum at least 7
times AFTER that within about an hour, well, you get ANOTHER $50.
Okay?"
Steve's head barely rose from his chest and he stared at Gene
blankly, slurring his words "oh fuck. . ..oh. . .shit. . ."
CUM CONTROL & MILKING
At that, the guys were back at
Steve, but this time to initiate him in the wonders of cum control.
Gene started licking the boy's hairy armpits, while another guy
sucked both his nipples. Steve moaned and moaned, while Tom and Ben
each started to lick Steve's legs, starting at his feet, slowly
working their way up, until they both were licking his thighs, while
Steve moaned louder, trying to close his legs "oh god..." he moaned,
sucking in his stomach, while Ken started to lick his nipples and
belly button. Steve's dick though was still soft. "There's....no....fuckinway....no
way...."Steve tried to say, while the tongues were assaulting his
body.
Ben then started to lick Steve's cock head, pulling back gently the
wrinkled foreskin. The head was damp from pre-cum, and Ben sucked
and licked the head gently. Steve gasped, but his cock remained
soft, though Steve started to buckle, as if to shake Ben loose from
his cock Steve gasped at the touch.
"See..youfucker....nofuckinwaywill....will...oh
god...oh...oh....will I get hard and shoot....no...oh god...no
way..." he moaned to us. I stared at the scene while the guys worked
over my roommate's brother - it was hot! Here was a straight,
beautiful 19 year old boy, tied tautly to a high back seatless
chair, naked, his body assaulted by a hungry pack of guys, licking
every part of his body. Steve's head was shaking back and forth, his
eyes now closed, while Ken begin to lap his tongue into Steve's
ears, neck, while gently tweaking his nipples. Steve moaned and
gasped, squirming. He gasped again when Tom got underneath the chair
and began to lick at Steve's exposed butt cheeks and crack.
Without warning he stabbed his tongue at Steve's quivering asshole,
while Steve screamed "Ohfuckinjesus....whatthefuckareyoudoingdownthere...ohfuck!!!!shit.....stop...ohfiuck...don't.....stop....oh...gawd.....oh...."His
lower body began to buckle while Ben sucked his cock head, and began
to slowly jerk the now hardening shaft....
"Oh gawd...youguys....stop....oh.....FUCK....I guess...I
guess...hey.....mycockhasamindofits own...oh...god...I can't stand
it....what...."Steve moaned, shaking his head back and forth. We
sucked and licked for another 15 minutes, while Steve's body
squirmed, his butt cheeks clenched and opened, his cock now steely
hard, Tom lapping at his butt crack and licking at Steve's balls.
Just as Steve was ready to explode with cum, the guys backed off,
until the boy cooled down. (Gene helped breaking Steve's point of
cumming, by running ice cube sticks over his balls and cock, causing
Steve to shriek almost in pain - and temporarily causing his dick
and balls to shrivel somewhat). After a minute or so, the guys were
at Steve again, repeating this at least 20 times over two hours.
Steve was now totally into it, moaning and shaking, babbling "oh
god. . .I gotta cum. . .I shit. . .please. . .fuck. . ..shit. .
.stop teasing me. . ..stop teasing me you fuckin fuckers. . ..stop
stop. . ..shit. . .."
To get him more in the mood, Tom forced him to drink another beer,
and then put a bottle of rush to each of Steve's nostrils. He went
crazy into a sexual high, and started moaning loudly. His smooth
chest tried to burst through the ropes tying him, while his stomach
was taunt as could be. He suddenly screamed "OH FUCK!!!!ITFEELSSOGUCKIUNGOOD"
and then his cock exploded, shooting out cum, while Ben jerked the
shaft, taking his mouth off the cock, so all could see the boy's
stream of white, sticky hot cum. it shot on his chest, on the floor
and on Ben's face, while Tom and Ken lapped at his balls and butt
crack. Steve continued to moan and moan.....and just sagged in the
chair, totally spent. Giving Steve a lesson in milking, Gene slowly
rubbed the head of Steve's penis, gently pulling back the foreskin,
rubbing the cum over the head, while the boy nearly shrieked and
buckled. His dick and body was extremely sensitive from cumming.
"Stop THAT. Oh SHIT! Please! I can't stand it!!!! Please! PLEASE!
Stop! Oh. . . Fuck!!!! Stop!!!!!!! Steve begged. His entire body was
nearly taunt and tense, straining to break free. The sensation of
having his dick - his body - touched after cumming was almost
unbearable. Within 15 minutes, the gentle polishing of his knob and
jerking of his shaft got him hard again, and in another 5, the poor
boy was convulsing into another unwanted orgasm. He shot a another
full load! He moaned "no more. . .please. . ...no more. . ..please.
. .god. . ..." Ken then took turns, and gently sucked the boy's
cockhead, making him scream and yell again, his body going taunt,
struggling to break free. He was even MORE sensitive this time,
after being made to cum a second time. The screaming he made was a
complete turn-on (the boy really had a filthy mouth when he got
mad!). Well each of the 8 guys had a turn in making this boy come -
right after each other. By the 5th time, he was just dribbling a
little cum (which we preserved in a large cup. By the 8th time he
was totally wasted and spent. The boy never had a work out like this
- and never experienced orgasms like this. It took just under 90
minutes. Thank god one of the guys remembered to leave the video
camera running for the duration. (The tape was almost too intense to
jerk off too by the way).
The guys untied the boy, who now was passed out, removing his wet
blindfold. They cleaned him up (while thoroughly inspecting every
inch of his body again), dressed him and laid him on the couch. He
started to snore and going in a deep contented sleep. I gently woke
Steve up...it took several minutes....(the other guys were on the
floor watching a non-sex video). Steve just sort of stared - shook
his head and I said "hey...we gotta go man..."
He must of thought the experience was a drunken dream....but he was
so contented and spent. After all, it was the second night in a row
that his dick was worked over. He closed his eyes and fell back to
sleep.....I look over to Tom, Ben and Ken and they all smiled, cum
on their lips.
"Jesus, this boy is so beautiful man....I'd suck his dick
anytime...." Ken whispered to me.
I half carried Steve out and brought him back to my apartment. I
jerked off again after I put Steve in his bed, holding his underwear
(the jockey shorts) to my nose. After I came, I knew I would have to
plan for the next time that I would "get Steve", only the next time,
I would be helping to lick the boy into cumming.
My plan was to get him drunk and into a adult book store video booth
with a glory hole....and then...help him direct his cock through the
hole while I held him, tickled his armpits and ribcage and back. and
licked his ass. Well.....that's the next story and it came true
too!!!! (For a bonus to my new found friends, I involved Ben and Ken
again).
Eric Lane |
