The mind of Tony Packard was in whirl. It struggled to take in the various things that were happening to his body. It had just begun to cope with the fact that he had been over-powered and assaulted; knocked-out and kidnapped; restrained and abused. Now it was trying to understand the fact that he was slowly being stripped of his clothes, the ones he had donned so proudly that morning for the wedding. It boggled at the fact that he was now clad only in his trousers and underwear with his shirt bunched around his elbows. It tried to resist the idea that the two young men with him could do what they liked with his body and he seemed powerless to resist. Indeed, the one behind him, Baz Jordan, was reaching around his chest to tweak his nipples unmercifully and the one in front of him, Ricky Flowers, was in the process, albeit very slowly, of removing Tony's trousers with the stated intention of stripping him completely naked. His belt was already lying on the floor.
However, what Tony's mind seemed unable to grasp at all, was the reaction that was occurring within the confines of his trousers and his underwear. Admittedly, his cock had been groped several times through his clothes, sometimes extremely thoroughly, but Tony had tried hard to resist responding in the way he usually did when he played with his dick. Then he was in private and it didn't matter how his body reacted. There was no potential embarrassment. This was different. It wasn't he who was playing with his dick. It was a stranger. It wasn't even he who was stripping for a pleasurable experience; he was being force-stripped by two unknown guys. His most private organ should not be responding in the usual way. But it was!
Several twitches caused by gropings earlier had started the process and put it firmly beyond Tony's control. With growing horror, he realised that his dick now had a mind of its own and was determined to respond appropriately whatever the circumstances. At the rate, it was expanding and starting to fill out his pants, by the time his assailants had him bare he would be at full erection, displaying a stiff and proud cock, but a defeated and embarrassed Tony. The realisation of all this took a matter of moments and drove Tony to further pleas to protect his dignity. As Ricky's fingers sought out the button on his trouser waistband, Tony begged once more.
"Oh no, please. You can't go any further. No more. Stop now, please. Don't! Not my trousers! STOOOPP! Please leave them. Ohhhh NOOOOOO! I don't want to be..." Tony's voice trailed off into sobs of frustration as he found himself unable to utter any of the words that would have completed that sentence. Ricky was happy to help out.
"Stripped?" he offered, putting his face close to Tony's. "Naked? Bare? Exposed?" As he suggested the last word, Ricky allowed his hand to slip down to caress Tony's hidden treasure yet again. He gave a small gasp of surprise and pleasure at what he now found there.
"Ahh haaa! Result! Tony, you really do have something on offer down here. And by the feel of it, it's something you should be really proud of, and pleased to show off. Oh, I bet you've waved this at a few in your time to attract their attention."
"No!" Tony responded hotly and without thought. He instantly resented the idea that he would use sexual attraction to make himself popular. "I've never let anybody..." This time his sentence remained unfinished because he realised what he was saying. He recognised the impact such a revelation could have on his two attackers. "I mean, I haven't...wouldn't...don't..." He didn't know how to put things right, but it was too late anyway.
A gleaming smile spread over Ricky's face, which could be seen to be reflected in a similar one on Baz's.
"Never?" Baz murmured in Tony's ear. "You haven't done it...with anyone?"
"I--I...didn't...I...don't..."
Ricky cut Tony's feeble protest short. "He's untouched. Completely. An absolute virgin." He looked closely into Tony's face again. "Do you even know how to wank?"
"Of course I do!" Tony was stung into a heated response by this perceived attack on his maturity, but immediately coloured with embarrassment with the realisation of what he had admitted to. His private sexual activities were not matters which he ever discussed.
"Owwhh look," Ricky observed quickly. "He's embarrassed to admit that he plays with his dick. Was it a secret? Did you think no one would ever know? Don't worry. We won't tell. We want to do it too; play with your dick that is." With that, Ricky groped the still-growing subject of that conversation once more. "Mmmm. It's getting harder still." He rubbed his hand up and down the shaft, which he could feel through the clothes. "Do you cum a lot? Do you shoot plenty of spunk?"
Tony, still crimson-faced, could find a reply.
"I hope so," Ricky continued. "And not just plenty, but often."
Something in Tony's mind snapped. Despite the restrictions of his shirt, he suddenly struggled forward, breaking Baz's hold and pushing Ricky backwards and off-balance. Finding himself abruptly loose, Tony did the only thing he could think of: he made for the door, or he tried to. On the second step, his bare foot landed on his belt buckle. It skidded from under him and he toppled sideways. With his arms restricted, he was unable to save himself and he hit the ground with a sharp thud knocking the breath out of him. The restriction on his arms also meant that he had no chance to try to get up before his two tormentors were on him again.
"Foolish move, Tony," Baz said kneeling beside him. "You couldn't have got anywhere anyway. The door is locked and I've got the key. I told you there is no escape from here until we choose to let you go. And that won't be until after we've had our fun. So you might as well get used to it and stop trying to hold us up."
"I think he needs restraining again," Ricky ventured.
"Yes, he does," Baz agreed. "Help me here."
The two seemed to know exactly what was to happen next as they operated without chat. Together they rolled Tony onto his stomach and then began tugging at the restricting shirt. Tony tried to struggle as much as he could and as breathless as he was until a ripping sound was heard. Horror at whatever damage had been caused to his new shirt froze Tony on the instant and the two lads were able to get the shirt down his arms and off completely. However, they each held firmly to one of Tony's wrists.
Baz reached onto the table for a couple of pieces of rope, one of which he passed to Ricky. The ropes were then tied around Tony's wrists and he was flipped over onto his back once more. Tony then felt his arms twisted so that they reached beyond his head and found himself being pulled across the floor of the room. His arms were then pulled out in a `V' shape and the two rope ends tied to pipes on the wall so there was no give in the ropes at all. As vulnerable as he had felt all through this ordeal, Tony suddenly felt even more helpless and exposed than he had so far.
"Good. That should put an end to his antics," Ricky muttered. "Hey, Baz. Come and have a feel."
Tony suddenly discovered that his new situation was a lot more restrictive than before because he could barely lift his head to see what was happening. He saw Baz move and kneel by his waist, but it was his sensation of touch that told him that Baz was now having his feel of the nearly erect poker that was still hidden inside Tony's remaining clothes. The hand stroked up and down several times and then dipped in search of Tony's balls nestling below the straining erection. Baz grinned happily and Ricky reflected the grin.
"So. In a few moments we get to discover what underwear you chose to wear with this smart outfit today," Baz told Tony, happily. "Time for the unveiling. Ricky, you've been trying so hard to do this. The honour is still yours."
"Yeah," Ricky responded eagerly, and Tony once more felt the hands on the waistband of his trousers.
"Nnnnnoooooo," Tony cried out automatically, knowing it was in vain. "Don't. Please don't. Aaaahhhh!"
Helplessly he lay there, still protesting as he felt the button finally come undone. Movement below told him that the catch on his fly zip had been lifted and further movement, accompanied by sound, made him fully aware that his zip was being lowered and his lower, private, regions were becoming more exposed.
Baz watched eagerly as Ricky slowly eased the zip down its track and the swollen mound beneath began to push its way into the space created. Evidence of a purple or plum coloured material within the confines of the trousers began to be revealed. Buttons also came into view as the traitorous zip gradually exposed more of its owner's secrets.
Finally the zipper reached the end of its run, having done all it could to further heighten Tony's embarrassment. The front of Tony's trousers lay open and Baz and Ricky gazed at it for a few moments. Those moments felt like ages to Tony lying on his back, anticipating what would happen next.
At last it did. Baz took the flaps of Tony's trousers and spread them apart. Beneath the grey trousers Tony had chosen to wear a pair of plum-coloured boxer briefs with a black waist band. The front was clearly distended by a long and rigid object that continued to try to hide from the four probing eyes, but in its present enlarged condition was not being too successful. Automatically, Ricky and Baz licked their lips.
It was Ricky's hand which first reached to the swelling in the boxer briefs and examined the firmness that it had become. Tony felt the touch as a new invasion, now with one fewer layer of protection and only one remaining. He shuddered, but his vocal protests had briefly ceased. Ricky continued to stroke.
Baz put his face down to the bulge and sniffed. Then he put out his tongue and licked. Ricky quickly withdrew his hand and copied Baz. Saliva began to coat the material and soon Tony could feel the dampness seeping through to the flesh of his rampant dick beneath.
"Aaahh. Noooohhh. Stop it! No more. Oh pleeeease. Ohhhh, just stop!"
The two, who were so enjoying themselves, paid him no heed, but continued to lick and slurp until the plum-coloured material encasing Tony's dick was really wet. Tony was writhing with incredible sensations running through his body. He was aware that his wanking sessions had never made his dick feel like this. It seemed massive in his pants and gave every impression of trying to expand even more. His balls felt full and as swollen as his dick. He had given up trying to understand why his body was reacting this way, but still could not accept that it was. He felt the flush of humiliation flood right through him.
The aural ministrations to the front of his pants and, indirectly, his dick, eased and then stopped. Baz and Ricky grinned stupidly at each other.
"Time to get these right off now," said Baz at last. "Tony, boy, you are living up to and even exceeding every expectation so far. You can't imagine the fun you are giving us. Won't be long now before you reveal your every little, and not-so-little, secret to us."
They each took a handful of waistband at the sides.
"Trousers down, like a good, or should that be bad, little boy," Ricky chuckled and with a firm tug Tony's bum came up off the ground and the material slide from beneath it. Tony despaired as he felt the departure of his errant trousers, leaving little of his shredded dignity behind. They slid all too easily down his thighs, past his knees, over his calf muscles and gathered briefly at his ankles before being unceremoniously removed.
Baz and Ricky feasted their eyes on the newly exposed areas of Tony's body: his long, muscular and slightly hairy legs. They knelt and ran their hands over the freshly uncovered flesh as they let their eyes wander over the now completely revealed boxer briefs with their red stripes, one down the outside of each leg, bright in contrast to the plum-colour.
Tony felt fingers edging upwards and then lingering at the hem of each leg hole. Again his brain seethed. He knew they were going to strip him of his pants, but he shied away from imagining the action ahead of time. He knew he was going to be lying there naked and fully exposed, but he tried to avoid imagining the sensation and humiliation. He knew they were going to do things to his naked body, but he no way of knowing what and no wish to imagine them.
Fingers slid between the legs of his boxers and his bare flesh. They started to inch upwards inside his pants towards their ultimate, and now so-pronounced, goal....
To be continued...
Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com