Tony Packard's mind whirled at the realisation that had just dawned on him. The very thought of being naked and exposed in front of these two men was enough to cause a shiver to run down his spine. The further suggestion that they were actually going to be the ones to remove his concealing clothes caused the shiver to return the way it came. Fear of the further progress of that day's events was blocked the horror of the immediate future. On top of that, he somehow felt a greater indignity at the idea of being stripped out of his smart suit, rather than his more casual style of dress -- t-shirt and jeans. He had been so proud of his appearance as he had dressed that morning. Now he was about to be robbed of his pride, along with the suit.
As all this went through his mind, Tony slowly raised his head, eyes wide open, to look at his two tormentors. Trying to move, he discovered how his arms were restrained. Any ideas of possible escape receded, and then vanished entirely as he took in his new surroundings. Memories of the hand groping between his legs, the last thing he remembered before passing out, pushed him over into mind-numbing helplessness.
Baz and Ricky watched eagerly as their victim slowly regained his senses. They watched his face as he raised his head and gazed around. They saw the horrified emotions sweep over his face as the realisation of his position came home to him. They loved this. The hunted, trapped expression told them that they were about to have a fun-time today with this latest captive. Slowly they moved to either side of the chair.
"Do you like our `Treatment Room'?" Baz asked as he sank to his knees and spoke in a low voice close to Tony's head. "It doesn't look like much, but we've had it specially prepared for occasions like this. We're underground and sound doesn't travel far from here."
Ricky knelt on the other side of the chair and joined in the verbal torment.
"It's great for working on special packages which we want to unwrap and play with -- like you."
Tony shook visibly. He tried hard to make his mouth work, his tongue feeling dry.
"No. Please," he whispered. "Let me go. Don't do this."
Simultaneously, Ricky placed a hand on Tony's knee and Baz put his arm around Tony's shoulder. Baz murmured in Tony's ear.
"No can do, mate. We got too excited about the fun we're going to have with you. We can't stop now. We're so looking forward to playing with you, and we have to strip you naked to do that. We can't let you spoil our fun by leaving early."
Baz's hand began to massage Tony's shoulder and Ricky's slid slowly over Tony's thigh. Tony shuddered again.
"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no," he gabbled, his voice rising in pitch. "Oh god. Help. Someone please -- helllllp."
The last word came out as a squeal and was received with laughter by the excited duo. Each of them used his free hand to grope the stiff prick trapped in his jeans. This attractive stud was helpless and he looked even more appealing in that fine new suit.
"Thing is," Ricky laughed, "the only ones who can help you are us. And we plan on helping you to do what we want. Look at it this way. We want to play with you, and we don't want you to mess up those smart new clothes of yours so we gotta take 'em off first." He paused to look at the desperate expression on Tony's face as he tried to strain at the ropes around his arms and looked frantically at the door to the room.
"You know," Ricky said looking at Baz. "I really think he doesn't want to stay. Perhaps we should discourage his ideas to leave us."
Baz looked at Tony's feet encased in the grey shoes and white socks. Ricky followed this gaze. They had worked together often enough to understand such moments. Without further warning, each moved to seize one of Tony's legs, lifted it to a horizontal position and held it in a vice-like grip. With a swift movement, they yanked off Tony's shoes and tossed them across the room.
Tony's shock at the sudden action didn't stop him attempting to struggle, but such attempts were hopeless. Even as he watched his shoes fly across the room he felt fingers up the legs of his trousers, groping at his socks. With mounting horror he experienced the first proper removal of an item of his clothing as the fingers tugged and pulled his socks down past his ankles and off his feet completely. They followed a course similar to the shoes.
Then Tony realised that the fingers had not left his feet. They were gently starting to stroke over the sensitive soles and creating a new reaction in Tony. Totally against his real emotions, he briefly giggled. That was enough to tell the pair that they had a ticklish specimen in their hands: they increased their actions.
Tony's giggles became outright laughter, interspersed with pleas for freedom. This only brought increased activity from Baz and Ricky who explored every exposed area with their torturing fingers and teasing nails. Tony's sides began to ache; his lungs strained with the effort; his throat grew even dryer; his voice became hoarse. He had no idea how long the torment lasted, but when, eventually, those fingers ceased their movements, he felt totally exhausted. He felt his legs released and could do no more than to allow them to fall back down, his bare feet making first contact with the cold floor. His body slumped in the chair.
Baz and Ricky slowly rose to their feet. They gazed eagerly for a moment at Tony's exhausted figure - face flushed, chest rising and falling as if trying to gulp in all the air in the room - then grinned evilly at each other. They had Tony just right for the next stage of his unveiling.
Moving back to the sides of the chair, they knelt once more. Baz reached into Tony's jacket and explored the inside pockets. One was empty; the other contained Tony's wallet. Pulling it out, Baz opened it and examined the contents. There wasn't much money, but that wasn't what Baz was looking for. Monetary profit was not the aim of these abductions, so he wasn't disappointed to find no credit cards either. However, he did find what he was looking for: Tony's student ID card.
For the two of them to really enjoy becoming intimate with the private areas of a guy's body and creating total embarrassment, they needed to add the personal touch. They had become aware that, whilst it was bad enough for a victim feel himself being stripped naked as a stranger, it added to his humiliation if he was addressed by his name during the progression of his de-nuding. He was being exposed by guys who knew him!
"Hey, Tony," said Baz, passing the card to Ricky. "Did you like the beginning? That was just the start of the fun we're going to have. Now it's time to get to work on the rest of your clothes."
Tony continued to gasp as he slowly moved his head from side to side.
"Don't..." he managed to gasp out. "Please don't ...do this. I've never....." His attempted plea ended in a coughing fit. When he finished it was just his eyes that continued to plead, but they only served to increase the duo's eagerness.
At a nod from Baz, Ricky stood and reached for Tony's neck. Deftly he unknotted the patterned grey tie and pulled it free from the shirt collar. Carelessly, he dangled it in front of Tony's face. The flush from the tickling had been receding, but was now replaced by a flush of embarrassment in anticipation of what was about to happen to him. Tony gazed helplessly at the swinging material as he recalled how proudly he'd tied it himself just a few hours before. As he watched, he saw Baz's hand stretch forward and, a moment later, felt fingers unbuttoning the neck of his pale lilac shirt.
A fingertip parted the shirt and stroked at the flesh of his neck for a moment, before the second button was undone. The fingertip repeated its stroking of his exposed flesh before the process continued with the third and fourth buttons. Each time the fingertip reminded him of how much of him was slowly being revealed to the eyes of his captors. The embarrassment that this minor degradation made him feel, only served to heighten the anticipation of the complete humiliation of being totally naked in front of these men.
Tony's agony was intensified as, after the unfastening of button four, the hand slid in beneath his shirt, over his bare skin and discovered his right nipple. The searching fingertips fastened on the protruding nub and started to twist and squeeze.
"Aaahhhhh! Nooo!" The words jerked out of Tony's mouth at the shock of this sudden intimate contact. Pain and pleasure immediately jolted through him. He had never realised how sensitive his nipples were. The sensation was like an electric shock shooting through him and he was vaguely aware of sympathetic reactions in several other parts of his young, virgin body including between his legs. "Stoppp," he pleaded, then again, more urgently, "Nooo! STOPPPP IT!!" as he felt a hand sliding up between his legs. With a pang of horror, he had felt his dick give a twitch inside his pants. That wasn't right. Was he loosing control over his body's reactions? He squeezed his eyes shut as if in protest.
Baz watched Ricky's hand sliding up the inside of Tony's thighs, firmly parting them and drawing nearer to his crotch. He continued to abuse Tony's nipple, feeling the thrills it was sending through the vulnerable body. This slow and progressive torment was so much more satisfying than the abrupt removal of a guy's clothing and his sudden exposure. This way there was the slow build up of anticipation -- on both sides. Baz licked his lips. Ricky's fingers had reached their target and were gently tickling through the fabric of the trousers.
"Awwwww, nooooo. Hell, stop, pleeeeease.....doohhhn't...." Tony became frantic at the thought of his helplessness. He knew he couldn't stop them. He knew they could do just what they wanted. He knew his begging was just adding to his embarrassment, but he couldn't stop himself. He continued to babble protests as his nipple was fiercely manipulated and the hand further explored his balls and twitching dick through the front of his trousers.
Abruptly, it seemed that his prayers were answered. Both hands stopped and withdrew. His eyes snapped open only to see that the duo was untying the ropes that held his arms secure. His heart leaped. Had it all been a bluff? Were they going to release him after all? His hopes soared momentarily, only to be dashed by Baz leaning close to his ear and speaking quietly.
"Okay Tony. Feel good being freed? Actually, it's for our benefit. The next stage of your stripping is easier if you are not tied to the chair. Oh, Tony. You can't imagine how much we're looking forward to seeing you in all your naked beauty."
As the last of the rope slipped free, Tony felt himself being grabbed under the arms and hoisted to his feet. Before he could make any kind of further move, the collar of his jacket was jerked up and then down until it was tight around his elbows. Baz held Tony's arms firmly as Ricky, in front, quickly yanked the front of the shirt out of Tony's trousers and tweaked the remaining buttons undone. Ricky grasped the two open shirt fronts near the top, pulled them open baring Tony's chest and them yanked down until the shirt was restraining Tony's arms just like his jacket. Baz's arms encircled Tony's chest and fingers now gripped both nipples and began to subject them to further pinching and twisting. Tony howled at the exquisite pain and his vulnerability.
A moment later he gasped at the realisation of a fresh and even more frightening assault. Ricky's fingers had reached to Tony's waist where he felt them beginning to unfasten his belt. Tony heard the rattle as the buckle was loosened and he felt the leather slide through his trouser loops as Ricky gleefully tugged the belt free, beginning the final stage of the exposure of Tony's nude body.
To be continued.... Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com