Ricky Flowers felt his own dick stretch even further inside his jeans and pants as he pulled down the obstructing material of Tony Packard's one remaining item of clothing. The view that the lowering of the front of Tony's boxer-briefs provided immediately convinced him that the moment had been well-worth waiting for. Grasping the plum coloured pants in his right hand, Ricky's left reached for and groped his own straining erection through the crotch of his jeans. Only for a moment though. He was already worked up through the enforced stripping of the hunk that lay on the floor and he didn't want his first load of cum to end up in his own pants.
Baz Jordan was undergoing similar feelings, but he was also mentally congratulating himself on selecting this one for their combined attention. Tony's uncut cock, stiff and exposed, was all that he could have wished. Pink and engorged, it looked to be a full nine inches long and remarkably thick. Hard as it was, the head was already protruding from the sheathing foreskin and the piss slit gaped slightly. An impressive bush of deep black, curly pubic hair formed a broad frame around the base of the shaft and grew prolifically over the plump, firm ball sack which hung below.
"Tony," Baz breathed. "You have a dick to be proud of. Why have you struggled so hard to stop us getting a look at it? You should simply have stripped naked as soon as we got here to show this off to us. Why do you want to keep something like this hidden?"
As he uttered the word `this', Baz reached out and ran the tip of his forefinger from tip to base of the weapon he had unveiled. Tony gave a low groan. It was the first time another person's hand had come into direct contact with the flesh of his erection.
If he had felt vulnerable before, he now knew that his fate lay totally in the hands of the two young men who had abducted and stripped him of his dignity, along with his smart new suit and other clothes. The removal of the rest of his outfit had been bad enough, but to have to lie here, having endured the exposure of his most private parts, back and front, only served to heighten his humiliation. He felt the finger tip make its light return journey.
"Oh fuck, noooo. Don't ... please ... don't ... touch. Oooohhhhh, shit."
Tony knew that his pleas would be ignored, but he had to make them to maintain what little self-respect he had left. What more had these bastards in store for him? How likely was it that they intended to stop their assault of his body once he was naked....?
Ricky had carefully tucked Tony's pants under his ample balls and now intended to make an intimate examination of Tony's prick. He started by taking hold of the head of the object of his desire between two fingers and lifting it gently, almost reverently, off Tony's flat belly. He continued to lift until he had the rigid rod pointing directly at the ceiling. Cupping his left palm around the ball sack, he extended his forefinger and thumb to encircle the base of the dick and hold it in the upright position. Having it now in an accessible state, he gently wrapped his right hand around the shaft and started to slide it lightly up and down over the soft, but stretched skin. The sensation and texture of the treasure in his hand made him tingle all over.
Baz had moved back out of the way. This was the opportunity that Ricky really looked forward to and Baz was happy to let him have his fun. Besides, it was a turn-on for Baz to watch their almost naked, unwilling victim being abused in this way and being unable to prevent it. For a moment he rubbed the corresponding stiffness of his own, then slipped his right hand up under his shirt and gently tweaked his right nipple. He breathed deeply as he stared, almost mesmerised, at Ricky's manipulation of Tony's rampant dick.
Ricky's grip on the shaft had become firmer as he stroked, causing the foreskin to alternately hide and expose the pink, glistening head. Already, the slit was dilating momentarily to allow clear fluid to bubble out and slick up the sensitive skin. Tony's body was writhing under the attention his once-secret member was receiving and he was still begging.
"Aaaahhhhhhh. NO! Pleeease STOP. Don't do this to me. Please let me go. Oh god! You've ... had your ... fun. Fuuuckkk. Stohhhppp. NO MORE. Oh shiiiittt. Dooon't. Leave my ... please, leave it alone. Aaarrhhgggghhhhh!"
For someone who was usually careful about his choice of words, Tony was only vaguely aware that his language had deteriorated under pressure and now all the words he normally avoided using were spilling out of him. The sexual connotations were not lost on him, but he couldn't help himself. They came bubbling, unbidden, from some dark recess of his brain and he helplessly gave them utterance.
As the fingers had taken hold of his cock, so Tony felt his last vestiges of control slipping away. He wrestled with the idea of someone else's hands almost publicly giving his dick the kind of attention only he had ever previously given it, and then, only in private. That part of his body which he had been jealously protecting and guarding for nineteen years was now being stroked and fondled by, of all people, a stranger and a man! Worse, he could feel all the indications that this traitorous dick of his was responding to Ricky's ministrations.
Tony knew the moment when the first oozing of pre-cum slid out through his slit and began its work of lubricating his organ. And more followed. He didn't want anyone seeing this, let alone making it happen! His eyes were squeezed tightly shut in an effort to concentrate, to reduce his erection, to prevent further embarrassment, but it wasn't working. His frustration became evident from the tears which gradually leaked out from under his closed eyelids and slid away over his face, Still that hand tormented him.
Then he could hear the squishy sound that indicated that the freely flowing juice had spread beneath the hand that was wanking him. The grip suddenly lessened, but now the hand slid over a greater surface, now that it was slicked up. Finger tips brushed over the exposed head as the foreskin was dragged down yet again. Pre-cum was massaged into the what Tony would have referred to as the `underside' at that sensitive point where the head met the shaft. Tony choked in apprehension.
Try as he might, he could not stop the course of nature. He felt his next humiliation to be on the point of commencement as the familiar stirring occurred in his balls, a sensation which he had hitherto welcomed as the onset of delicious pleasure, but which now only heralded the mortifying release of his cum whilst others watched. His pleas became more urgent.
"Oh no! Oh no! STOP! Please stop. I don't want to! NO! You can't make me do this! Get off my dick! For god's sake stop it!! DON'T!!"
Baz gazed at the hot scene in front of him and listened, thoroughly aroused, to Tony's stream of protests. Hot! Yes, it was; he was! Almost unaware, he tugged at his shirt and pulled it up over his ripped chest. In a swift motion it was over his head and lying on the floor. Ricky, glancing across, smiled. He knew, from past experience, that they would both soon be naked, along with their victim, in order that they could enjoy the intimate pleasures more fully.
He certainly knew that he would have to get his jeans off soon. His rigid cock was getting uncomfortable, but he didn't want to let up on Tony even for an instant. Briefly, he glanced down at the bulge in his jeans, then looked back at Baz to find him watching. Baz lifted an eyebrow and Ricky nodded. With a quick movement, Baz was beside Ricky. His fingers quickly found Ricky's belt and unbuckled it. With similar dexterity, he unfastened the button at the waist of the jeans and then carefully unbuttoned the fly. Ricky's pale blue briefs bulged obscenely as the pressure on them was reduced and Baz couldn't resist stroking the hardness they contained.
"Urrgghhh. No. Don't. I'm too close. He's got to be the first. Just ease the jeans a bit."
Unlike Tony's continuing protests at the treatment being meted out to his dick, this did not go ignored. Baz stopped his brief fondling of Ricky's ever-so-sensitive organ and took hold of his jeans in both hands. Ricky straightened his kneeling posture as Baz tugged the denim downwards and soon the jeans were gathered around firm, muscular thighs. The front of the blue briefs was severely tented and clearly damp as Ricky's cock, more than ready for action, persistently leaked pre-cum into the material. Baz just couldn't resist stoking a finger over the extreme tip of the straining erection. Ricky jerked abruptly.
"NO! I told you how close I am. Pack it in."
Again, Baz complied, slipping back over the floor to take up a position beside Tony's prone and twitching body. The babbling protests continued.
"Oooooohhhh nnooooohhhhhh! For fuck's sake! You can't go on. Ahhhhhh shitttt. I'm not going to let you ... don't make me ... Bugger. STOOOOOOPPPP!! Get your hand's off me. Leave my dick alone! Ohhhhh FUUUUUUUUCKKK!"
Baz got close to Tony's right ear to interrupted the verbal flow whilst he reached down and unbuckled his own belt..
"Stop fighting it, Tony. It's only something you've done for yourself a lot over the last few years. Now Ricky's doing it for you. You should be grateful. You have a beautiful dick and we want to see that it works efficiently."
"Nooooohhhh. Pleeeease stop?" Tony's voice had climbed a pitch as he felt his inevitable climax growing stronger and closer. Desperation had set in.
"You don't mean that, Tony." Baz was unfastening his jeans in order to be ready. "You know you really need to shoot. You need to feel that cum boiling up through your cock and spewing out of the tip." His fly was now spread open by his own rigid rod poking his black briefs out at the front. "You have to show us how much of MAN you are. You want to do that, don't you?"
Tony's head shook vigorously, beginning to sweat with the strain. "Nnnnnnoooooo," he moaned, but the sexy talk had sent renewed signals and he rapidly approached the point of no return. This was further encouraged by Ricky's hand sliding even faster over the length of his well-lubricated steel-stiff fuck-rod.
"Oh yes. I think so," Baz continued. "I can see how close you are. Only a matter of seconds now and we will see you blow your first jet of seed for us all over yourself. And, just to show our appreciation, we will add our cum to yours straight afterwards. We are so very excited." He tentatively stroked the black-encased stiffness between his legs. "So come on, Tony. Shoot it, now! Show us what you are made of. Let fly with that spunk of yours."
Tony suddenly gave a small cry. He couldn't stand his cock being jerked like this, but it had proved effective. Ricky's wanking and Baz's verbal stimulation had pumped his juice past being unstoppable. Already the surge was building.
"Aaarrghhh! NOOO!" Tony cried out helplessly as he approached the instant of release. But nothing could halt what was about to happen.
"Ohhh noohh urrrghhhhhhh!!" His dick twitched once, twice, in Ricky's hand and the slit opened wide. Milky-white fluid shot through the opening and rocketed into the air over Tony's prone and almost-naked body. Before it could land, a second surge ejected another stream into the air. Tony cried and grunted as electric sensations coursed through him originating from his pulsing dick. As he felt the first load of cum splash onto his body, a third ejaculation spewed upwards followed by a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. In turn, they each fell upon Tony's naked chest criss-crossing it with ropes of sticky, pungent fluid.
Racked by the experience of this most intense orgasm, Tony helplessly moaned, more tears trickling down. He knew he had never felt anything like this in his young life and suffered abject shame that it had been brought about, and witnessed by. two unknown men. He felt the jolts gradually subside, but his sperm flow hadn't finished. It continued to ooze through the slit and slide, like lava, down the length of his cock, to be massaged into the flesh by Ricky's still molesting hand.
With his attention totally focussed on his ravaged prick, Tony was barely aware that it had suddenly been released to flop back against his belly or that his two assailants now knelt on either side of his cum-covered body. When he did open his eyes, her saw the two young violators with the fronts of their respective pants pulled down and their two stiff weapons jutting over him. Two hands jerked urgently at the fleshy rods and the air was filled with grunts and groans as Tony's captors rapidly brought themselves to ecstatic and massive climaxes.
To be continued
Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com