As the first spurts of alien cum jetted into the air, Tony squeezed his eyes shut again and tried to ignore the grunts and gasps from either side of him and how his naked body was being used.
Tony Packard was, however, still not absolutely naked, although, to all intents and purposes, every aspect of his body that he would wish to be covered was exposed and on full view to anyone who cared to look. And Baz Jordan and Ricky Flowers definitely cared to look!
In a way, the fact that he was still not completely nude made the view even more erotic. The plum coloured material that had been the concealing garment of his pants was bunched around his groin, just below the cheeks of his bum at the back and tucked beneath his ball in the front. In their eagerness to help Tony experience his first non-personal wank, Baz and Ricky had neglected to drag the underwear any lower. Now, it remained there, effectively underlining Tony's exposure.
Tony's balls, which had provided some of the spunk now pooled on Tony's chest, rested on top of the material whilst his half-limp cock nestled in the bed of jet-black pubes which surrounded his impressive organ. Despite the intensity of his orgasm, Tony's cock had not gone anywhere near flaccid. Lying prone, it still retained some of its former rigidity. Evidence of that orgasm still coated the shaft as well as forming puddles on the bare flesh of his torso.
However, it would be an exaggeration to attribute too high a status to Tony's orgasmic ability on the strength of sight alone. Not all the milky fluid towards which his abused cock pointed had spurted from the tip of that particular organ; a fair portion had been discharged from the cocks still held lightly Baz and Ricky: their own! Indeed, evidence of this fact still seeped from each slit as they hung above Tony's helpless and almost naked body. Baz and Ricky sighed as they gazed at this wonderful sight, carefully wiped their leaking dicks on the side of Tony's chest, lifted their eyes to look at each other and grinned broadly.
"Wow," Ricky exclaimed. "We haven't had a first time burst like that for a long time. This one is a top turn on. I think he'll last for quite a while."
"I sure hope so," Baz responded whilst giving his half-limp cock a quick stroke. "He must have plenty more in those orbs and I know I've got a lot more to spill."
"Won't all be spilled, though, will it," was Ricky's sly and knowing reply, giving a brief pat to the side of Tony's arse cheek.
"Of course not. We're going to explore all Tony's little nooks and crannies. Not overlooking the odd crevice or two, as well!"
They both exploded in delighted laughter, mentally contemplating what the future held for their restrained captive.
Tony, himself was struggling to take in what had just happened to him. Two men had manipulated his dick as they wanted, against his will, brought him to full hardness and forced him to shoot his juice despite his mental determination not to erupt in front of them. They had watched what had previously been seen by his own eyes and then performed the same act themselves . Three loads of warm fluid had splashed onto his chest; each had felt like a hot wire as it contacted his bare flesh, so great was his embarrassment at being used this way.
However, as the last drops seared his skin, he tried to console himself that this humiliation now had to be over and he would soon be released. He knew that this horrible memory would remain for some considerable time, and that he would not be able to talk to anybody about it, but at least he would be free from the attentions of these two molesters. He longed to pull up his pants to hide his shame and tug on the rest of his discarded clothes. He felt an urge to hide-away on his own.
Then Ricky spoke! The words, "...he'll last for quite a while," hovered around the periphery of Tony's brain, trying to force him to understand them and what they implied. The pat to the side of his recently spanked bottom also sought mental attention and Tony's mind found itself attempting to accept what his captors intended. But it didn't want to. He forced his eyes open again and looked pleadingly at the figures kneeling on either side of his prone and vulnerable body.
"Please. Let me go now." His voice was small and held a tremor. "You've had your fun. Let me go and I promise I won't tell. I couldn't. I ... just ... oh .. please. I just want to go home."
Baz and Ricky looked at the attractive tear-streaked face that gazed beseechingly up at them and let their eyes take in the thoroughly exposed body lying at their disposal. They looked at each other, then back at Tony's yearning expression. Then they laughed! Long and loudly.
That laughter was the key to Tony's mind and the realisation that he was in for far more than a mere single wanking session force its way in.
He whispered a forlorn, "Oh no!" as more tears trickled from the corners of his eyes and ran down the sides of his head to his ears, but he was unable to resist another plea for mercy. "No more. Please. I'm not ... I don't ... I never ..."
Baz cut the begging short.
"Tony! We have plans for you and you aren't going anywhere until we have finished with you. And, I can tell you now, that won't be for quite a while. But feel free to keep hoping and begging."
"Perhaps we can convince him of that," Ricky grinned and nodded at Tony's groin. "A little uncompleted task...?"
Baz nodded. "Of course. Right"
Tony briefly pondered what it could be that they were referring to, but only briefly.
There was a tug at the material gathered around his groin. Each of his assailants had taken hold of one side of his now pointless pants and together they tugged. Tony felt his boxer briefs slide over the flesh of his legs and despaired. They slid down his thighs, passed his knees, skated over his calves and momentarily paused around his ankles, but a double yank jerked them over his feet and they waved uselessly in the air.
Tony Packard was finally completely and utterly naked!
His heart sank to an all-time low. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut again, as if his enforced blindness could contradict the situation in which he found himself. For a few moments nothing happened and he lay there, his newly nude body trembling slightly from horrified anticipation. He knew something was going to happen and dreaded it.
It started small at first. Just the very tip of a finger grazing his right nipple and after a moment a similar sensation in his left. The pressure got firmer and firmer until at last each nipple was being gripped between a finger and thumb and rubbed incessantly. Then they started to squeeze, harder and harder. Tony restrained himself for as long as he could, but the initial whimpering noises which were forced from him soon started to turn into grunts, groans, sobs and finally a howl as the pain intensified.
Perversely, through the pain, Tony was vaguely aware that the stimulation was causing his cock to stiffen up again. He wanted to concentrate on stopping it going hard and stiff and present itself once more as a plaything for his tormentors, but the pain from his abused nips was too distracting.
Baz and Ricky squeezed harder and harder and began pulling at the vulnerable flesh. They happily observed the reaction of Tony's dick, but restrained themselves from touching it again yet. Each of them was sporting another boner which waved like a flag over Tony's cum-covered chest. Neither of them touched their own dick's either. This was a competition.
The first one to leak pre-cum which actually landed on the bare flesh of their victim won first choice, but they were only allowed to manipulate their victim's nipples and dream about what would be to come.
Tony's cock had stretched to its fully engorged state again before any juice started to seep from the two thrusting rods over Tony's bare body. Baz was the first to have a pearl of clear fluid stretch his slit and expand over the head of his nob, but Ricky's juices were quick to follow, and a little more copious. The pearl quickly grew and slid downwards from Ricky's cockhead, attached by a lengthening clear strand. Baz shock himself to dislodge his contender and was gratified to see it begin its downward journey, but Ricky's dick was oozing more fluid which hastened the journey of his descending lubricant.
Ricky's pre-cum made contact with Tony's chest several seconds before Baz's contribution made a similar touch-down. Ricky was already rubbing the slick liquid over Tony's flesh whilst adding more all the time. Baz nodded in acknowledgement of Ricky's victory.
"Which?" he said simply, nodding between Tony's head and Tony's groin. Ricky looked joyfully towards Tony's lower body.
"I'll take his dick first. You can have his mouth."
Tony's eyes flashed open to look at the two grinning figures beside him.
"What are you talking about?" he ventured in a small voice.
Neither antagonist replied. They simply moved.
Ricky shifted sideways and eased himself over Tony's outstretched leg to kneel in the V below Tony's groin. Baz raised up and threw his leg over Tony's body to get himself kneeling either side of his head.
Tony felt fingers lifting his rampant dick and pulling it towards the vertical. The unwanted and unwelcome stirrings returned and Tony had to protest. Humiliated by being made to shoot once was bad enough, but not again ... and so soon!
"Get off. Leave it alone. Please don't make me do it anymore. Let go."
Tony felt the grip on his erection slip to the base of his dick, but the fingers still kept it pointing skyward. There was a brief pause and then he felt a wetness slide over the head of his dick. It was repeated.
"W..ha..tt.?" he ventured and then his eyes were drawn to Baz's face hovering above his own. He watched as Baz flickered his tongue in and out. Then he repeated the action more slowly in a deliberate licking mime. Simultaneously, Tony felt the wetness now spreading all over the head of his twitching dick and he made the connection.
As Ricky tasted Tony's cockhead for the first time, Tony begged.
"Oh no, please. Not that! Don't do that! Oh fuck, no. You can't...."
Ricky's lips engulfed the head of Tony's dick and he licked and sucked.
"NOOoooooooh!" Tony cried. "Get off me. Get your fucking mouth off my......" and then he fell abruptly silent.
With a quick thrust of his hips, Baz had forced his dick between Tony's lips and into the waiting mouth beyond. Tony's protests were effectively gagged as Baz started his progress towards his next release of cum.
To be continued
Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com