Baz Jordan gazed lustfully on the brown, eye-like, puckered hole that lay in the valley between the spread arse cheeks of the helpless teenager lying face down on the floor below him. He cheered the fact that the exposure to Ricky Flowers and himself of this most-private area was not being enjoyed by the owner of that feature. Tony Packard, restrained by his wrists and held by his legs, continued to protest the invasive molestation.
"No. Please. Don't do that. Please, not there. Please don't. Don't touch my....ohhhh no. Oh god, please. Stop itttt"
But that was all Tony was able to do - protest verbally, as he had done throughout the time he had been in this cellar whilst Baz and Ricky had stripped off every article of the smart clothing he had been wearing; all except one. And Tony could barely be said to be wearing that. His plum-coloured boxer briefs, his last shred of dignity, had been firmly pulled down at the back to expose his arse cheeks, reddened by the spanking he had recently received from the two young men who had taken him captive and humiliated him beyond his wildest imagination.
The fact that his cock still remained unseen inside the front of those boxers, and that he was lying face down, was of only a little comfort to him. Baz and Ricky were already familiar, if not intimately, with the substance and contours of Tony's dick after all the time they had spent groping him, first through his grey suit trousers and later, when the trousers had been wilfully stripped off him, through his boxers. They had already seen the outline of that magnificent organ as it stretched the front of the boxers in erotic invitation. The problem was, Tony wasn't in agreement with that invitation anymore than he wanted his rear exposed for the pleasure of his violators.
Baz studied the vulnerable hole for a moment more before allowing the cheeks to close the valley. He looked up at Ricky.
"We can come back to that later. Let's deal with this first."
"Right," grinned Ricky. "Not nearly red enough, is it?" and he slapped the bare right cheek hard with the palm of his hand.
"Arrghhh!!" Tony cried out as the spanking became flesh-to-flesh, unprotected now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Nnnoooo. God. Oooowwww. No. Stop. Pleeeasse don't ....."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oooohhhh. No more. Stohhhhp!!! DON'T!! Arrrhooww!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His pleas ignored, Tony's backside turned a deeper shade of red and tears coursed down his handsome face as he helplessly took the spanking dished out to him and his bum became what seemed an area of fire.
However, the assault didn't last too long, nor was it overly hard. Neither Baz nor Ricky were prepared to suffer pain to their palms through a sustained spanking and, when the stinging became unpleasant, they stopped. Due to the dominance of the burning sensation in his cheeks, Tony was actually unaware for several moments that the beating had ceased. He had lost the energy to make coherent protests and was simply uttering noises reflecting his suffering. These persisted for a while, but gradually decreased until they faded altogether.
Baz and Ricky allowed him to calm down and took a short breather themselves. The time was drawing close to the ultimate unveiling. They had waited long enough to uncover Tony's prize possession and were eager to examine that ram-rod-stiff secret which Tony had been keeping to himself all these years. Whilst pausing, they gently tickled the backs of Tony's bare and beautifully athletic legs.
For Tony's part, his brain was now so confused. Never having been used to a smacking, the pain had been awful, but was already subsiding. It was being replaced with other sensations which, whilst seeming pleasant, he would rather not have to undergo. His hidden cock had begun to shrink as the pain spread through his arse. Now, encouraged by the sensuous attentions to the sensitive parts of his legs, it was beginning to expand again.
Tony willed hard for it to go down. He clung to some vestige of hope that, if his cock was soft, his assailants would lose interest in it and his pants would not be pulled down for his exposure and further humiliation. A naïve idea. Not that it mattered anyway. Despite mental commands to the contrary, Tony's rebellious dick continued to expand under him as if it was determined to make itself obvious and then be seen at its engorged best. Tony had lost everything: his freedom, his clothes, his dignity and now control over his own body.
As if to underline this, he suddenly felt the four hands of his captors seize his almost naked body and begin to turn him face up once more. Rather futilely, he tried to kick out with his legs, but he had exerted a lot of energy during the spanking and lacked the strength. Besides, his hands were tied and Baz and Ricky were just too strong for him.
At last he lay on his back, staring once more at the ceiling, and knowing that the shape of his straining, rigid member below was again visible to four eager eyes. He knew what was going to happen next, but still found it beyond acceptance. Yet his bottom beneath him, now enjoying contact with a cooler floor, had already been unveiled, along with everything else back there (he blushed as he remembered) so what was to stop the same happening to his front?
What indeed? Nothing at all, as far as Baz and Ricky were concerned. They just enjoyed tantalising their victim before the fateful moment. Ricky reached out and lightly ran the tips of his fingers the length of the secreted shaft. Baz lay beside Tony, his lips close to his ear. They knew that this kind of intimacy had far more effect than just expressing their intentions casually in the normal way especially whilst Ricky continually caressed that bulge.
"Nearly there, now, Tony" Baz murmured. "I know you've been kept waiting for this moment, but it'll be worth it, believe me."
"Noooooooooooooo," Tony groaned as he felt the touch and heard the intention.
"Yeeees," Baz countered quickly. "You know you can't keep that dick of yours hidden forever. Ricky and me are just doing you a favour. And you're lucky, cause we're going to appreciate looking at it."
"Nooo dooon't ..." Tony begged, trying to squirm, but in vain.
"It's all right," Baz persisted. "It won't hurt." (Ricky's fingers teased around the head of the rampant rod.) "We'll just lift the waistband of the boxers up and slowly ease it down until we can see your prick in all its glory. Of course, we'll take your pants off completely later cos we have to get you absolutely naked eventually, but not right away, huh? We'll let you keep them on for a bit longer; it'll just be that they won't be hiding anything anymore. Okay?"
"Oh shit, oh fuck," Tony muttered, his language becoming more basic. "Oh hell, nooooohh!!! Please leave me alone. Not my pants!! Don't touch my pants. Ohhh!" (Ricky squeezed firmly) "My dick. Stop it. Leave it alone. I don't want you....."
Baz cut off the flow of words.
"It isn't up to you, or what you want, is it? We want to see your prick and we want to play with it. We want to make it do things for us, that it's only done for you until now. You've been very selfish about your cock, hiding it away, keeping it's appearance a secret, but we're putting a stop to all that. It's ours for now and as long as we want to have fun with it."
"Oh my god! Help me. STOPPPPPPP!!! P..p..p..hhhuuuleeease."
But Baz wasn't listening anymore. He'd achieved his purpose. Tony was wound up and taut. Now it was time for action.
Ricky let go of hidden treasure and there was a slight pause.
Tony felt the tension building in him. Nothing was happening. A last hope...? Dashed as he felt the lightest of touches on the skin just below his navel. The softest brush of fingertips. Light, harmless, but, oh, so threatening.
He felt them slip subtly down to the bare flesh just above his pants and then gently ease slightly under the waistband. The material was lifted slightly away from his body and he sensed it being gripped firmly between fingers and thumbs. There was a stretching sensation and he knew that the elastic was being pulled up and away from his body. Already the tautness of the fabric around his traitorous cock was easing. He felt the sides of his pants begin to slide slowly down towards his hips as the front was tugged gently.
He struggled to move his move his hands. He wanted to seize his pants and drag them back to where they protected his cock from prying eyes, but his boxers, like his cock, were betraying him. They were not putting up any kind of a fight. They were meekly succumbing to the downwards pressure placed on them and becoming compliant in his ultimate embarrassing disclosure.
Alert to every change that was happening to him, Tony was immediately aware of the infinitesimal change in the temperature of the air around his dick that told him that Baz and Ricky were starting to get a good look at the object of their desire. He felt his pants slip lower and Tony Packard knew that it was now too late. It had happened. The dreaded moment had come. He was humiliatingly aware that he was lying helplessly on his back whilst strangers were taking their first and uninvited look at the naked and exposed flesh of his sexual organ. His cock was out in the open and his two assailants could do whatever they liked to it.
To be continued
Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com