"He must have tasted good," Baz Jordan commented at last, whilst gazing down at Ricky Flower's slowly thickening prick. "Good? He's sweet. Nectar of the balls. Absolutely delicious. We should keep him for milking and bottle it for sale. We'd make a mint." "I thought you'd want more. You're coming back to life quickly." Ricky gestured between Baz's legs. "You're not doing so bad yourself," he responded watching Baz's dick begin to lengthen again. Not that either dick had ever really gone flaccid. "I'm getting ready for my turn down his throat. Did he do a good job with his mouth, for a virgin, that is?" "I think he's a quick learner. Now that he's practiced on my meat, you should get a really good servicing. Ready to swap places?" Tony Packard lay still, but breathed heavily. The taste of the spunk that had filled his mouth as it spurted from the dick which Baz had forced in was salty. He could feel a sheen of sweat over his nude body. He listened to the conversation as the two young men talked about him as if he were just a commodity. How proud he'd felt when setting out that morning. How smart he'd thought himself to be. Not smart now. His special clothes were gone and his body, with all its previously private parts, had become the plaything of two horny perverts who were enjoying inflicting abuse on him, helpless and humiliated as he was. He knew it would be useless, but he needed to try to put an end to this torture. "Please. Haven't you done enough? For pity's sake, let me go." "Pity?" echoed Ricky. "Take pity on me. You haven't sucked my cock off yet and Baz is just dieing to taste your sweet man juice." "Oh no. Not again! You can't make me cum again!" "Can and will," said Baz firmly. "I think you'll find you'll have no choice. At 19, your balls are a constantly working cum factory. You've plenty to give us yet. Ready, Rick?" "Just going to get comfortable," Ricky replied. Standing up, he pushed at his jeans which had remained bunched around his thighs. He forced them down to his ankles, then sat on a chair to pull off his trainers. His jeans quickly followed leaving him in shirt, socks and the pale blue briefs which were pulled down to expose his cock. Baz reacted as soon as he saw what Ricky was doing. He pushed off his trainers and dropped his jeans. He pulled his socks off along with the jeans leaving him in shirt and black boxer briefs, his dick poking out over the top. "I've been kneeling long enough," said Ricky. "Let's get him onto the table." "Good idea," Baz agreed and immediately set about untying the ropes attached to the pipes. Tony had a momentary idea that this might be a chance to escape, but he knew he'd never be able to grab his clothes in time and the idea of fleeing naked down a public street was almost worse than his suffering at the hands of his two young tormentors. Maybe, if he'd thought more about what might be in store for him, he'd have reconsidered that as a minor embarrassment... Instead, Tony found himself being lifted from the floor and carried across to the table. It was rectangular, sturdy and of average size. He was laid on his back so that his head hung back over the edge at one end whilst the other edge fitted in behind his knees as his feet hung down. His arms were pulled down either side and he felt a tightening on the ropes as they were tied to the two table legs. Then he felt his legs being spread so that they hung over the sides and his ankles were tied firmly to the other two table legs. Naked and restrained in this way, Tony somehow felt even more exposed and helpless. The only part of his body that he could move was his head, and that was an effort. "No. Please no... Come on. Don't do this." It was almost painful to talk. Then, into his limited field of vision swam blue material with a now rampant dick jutting over the top and a shirt edge resting on top. He saw fingers begin to unbutton the shirt and work their way up until the shirt front was wide open. The shoulders shrugged and the shirt slid backwards and off. Fingers adjusted the blue material and a pair of heavyset balls came into view. Tony hadn't really had an opportunity to assess Baz's cock before it had forced it's way between his lips earlier, had he been interested in doing so, but Ricky's dick was the main object in sight and he had little choice in the matter. About seven inches of hard, firm uncircumcised man meat jutted from Ricky's blue briefs, the head, already well out of its sheath, pink and glistening. In its eagerness, a drop of clear pre-cum had already opened the eye-like slit and was oozing its way through. As Tony gazed at the drop, it slowly slid over the surface of the head and hung from it by a slowly lengthening strand. The eye began to close almost in slow-motion, to Tony's way of thinking. He couldn't help recalling what Baz had done to him and, unbidden, the vision came to him of that hole opening in his mouth and spitting out streams of milky, salty cum which would slither down his throat and into his restrained body. "NO! Pleeeeese... Don't ... don't..." The eye approached Tony's face, ignoring his protestations. Suddenly he felt dampness against his forehead and then between his eyes and along his nose. The strand of pre-cum had made contact first. Tony wanted desperately to shut his eyes, but he was mesmerised by the invader approaching his mouth. He wouldn't open, he determined. He'd keep his lips firmly together. They couldn't make... "Aargggh!" It was a hand gabbing and twisting at his ruthlessly exposed balls which brought the involuntary screech from his lungs. "Aaoowww!" Again he instinctively reacted. It had to be vocal. He'd automatically strained with his hands to reach to protect himself, but his wrists were securely fastened. Too late he realised that they could and had made him. His mouth had to open to scream and, at the second response, that advancing cock head had slipped past his defences. The alien invader had taken up residence and was already releasing more pre-cum onto the roof of his mouth. It continued to slide in until he could feel it poking at the route to his throat. The pressure on his balls had eased whilst Ricky's cock probed the inner recesses of the oral cavity and Tony could remotely feel fingers dancing on his almost flaccid dick. It wasn't long, though, before sensations started to seep through his system which told him that his traitorous dick wouldn't remain soft for much longer. He recognised the signs of an imminent erection and knew from recent experience that his brain trying to will them away was no match for the taunting fingers which would soon have him stiff and throbbing again. "He's coming back to life," Baz chortled. "Soon have the sap rising." "Thanks for operating the `opening mechanism'," Ricky joked as he slowly withdrew his shaft from the receptive mouth in front of him. "Jeez. He is so soft. This is just so beautiful. I want my dick in his mouth forever." "I know how it feels," Baz replied watching his captive's prick begin to grow under his manipulation, "but don't forget how many more wonderful experiences we've yet to have with this stud. Ohh look. He's eager." Baz watched excitedly as Tony's growing manhood pumped out a dollop of clear, viscous fluid which dripped down onto its owner's stomach. Baz scooped it up with his finger and rubbed it over the enlarging cock head in front of him. Tony gave a low moan around the shaft which was now re-entering his mouth. Never had he experienced a succession of erections like this. His fumbled wankings in the bathroom had always been one-offs. He'd almost been ashamed of the weakness that made him abuse himself so. He could never have repeated the hand-fisting so soon after a session, but now he was helpless to avoid it, being brought to a state of excitement where he was going to be forced to produce and eject a third load in less than half an hour. As the rigid shaft began to plough regularly in and out of his commandeered mouth, fluid continued to leak from the assaulting tip and slide effortlessly down Tony's waiting throat in a stream, just a sample of the river that was yet to come. Regardless, he continued his losing mental battle with his sexual urges. At one point he began to think he might just win and that was when he felt the overwhelming sensation again. A moist warmth ran a path over the underside of his dick from its base near his balls right up to the protruding head and even traced around the opening at the tip. He felt his prick jerk and spasm in response and his mental battle was lost. Baz's tongue continued to lap over every single part of Tony's rigid rod as it stood up clear of the body and proclaimed its eagerness to be petted, an eagerness not agreed with by its owner. As a result of his posture, Tony felt that he was almost inviting Baz to take full advantage of the availability of his cock. His legs were spread wide and his body slightly arched, appearing to offer free access to his intimate regions to any who cared to respond. There was no doubt that Baz was responding and so were Tony's hormones. Blind to what was happening to him, Tony felt his dick was harder, longer and bigger than it had ever been before. He felt as if it was reaching out to Baz and his fingers and tongue, begging them to attend to it and make it perform in that obscene manner. His own tongue was helplessly servicing the oral intruder which had now developed a steady rhythm, filling and emptying his mouth of its bulk. He felt Ricky's hands on his shoulders as he steadied himself whilst he thrust his eager cock between those soft luscious lips. Ricky's mind was all centred on his cock. Mentally he was there in that mouth taking full advantage of every part of it which stimulated him towards an ultimate orgasm. He willed himself towards it. Meanwhile, Tony futilely continued to attempt to will himself away from the inevitable, but he knew it was a losing battle even as a churning sensation in his balls began. Baz sensed this next stage and wanted to be ready for his feast. He opened his mouth and lowered it slowly, but firmly over the captive youngster's tool. Tony suddenly felt a velvetiness engulf his engorged organ and he was immediately escalated to new erotic heights. Ricky's blowjob had been effectively stimulating and provocative, but Baz had his rampant dick straining at the leash. Tony's mind filled with conflicting thoughts: he didn't want to cum for these torturers; it was so embarrassing, but his insistent dick was giving in to encouragement and was, not only preparing to give up the seed which Tony held so precious, but actually yearning to surrender it for the rapacious mouth. Baz and Ricky watched one another. Both knew the signs well and they again wanted to judge it so that Tony gave and received at the same time. Tony groaned at the strain of his unsought and prolonged erection and the pumping of the intruder in his mouth. He longed for it to be over, but dreaded the inevitable climax. The thrusting cock built up momentum even more and the tongue in the mouth on his prick lapped more urgently. Even as he felt the cock in his mouth swell and begin to pulse, so he sensed a final stretching of his own and experienced yet again the rush of sperm along its internal length. The pressure seemed to last an age before he felt his slit opening and gasped at the first overwhelming expulsion of spunk from his cock head. The force must have projected it straight down Baz's throat and it felt like enough to make him drown. Yet there was more to release. His aching dick pulsed again and again, nine ball wrenching times, feeding Baz with the sweet delight of his boy-juices forced from a reluctant donor. Almost simultaneously, Ricky unloaded a hot stream of thick milky cum right into Tony's throat. There was nowhere for it to go, but down. The rapid ejaculations filled Tony's mouth to overflowing, so it spilled from his lips and ran down his cheeks towards his eyes. Tony snapped them shut and felt the unwanted liquid slide over his eyelids and into his eyebrows and beyond. For the last few shots, Ricky yanked his dick out from its haven and treated Tony's face to the final emissions. Spunk ran down his cheeks and nose and into his hair. Tony had gone down the next step in his degradation.
To be continued
Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com (mailto:gjd18br@aol.com)