Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 13:38:19 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Not So Smart   by Stripscott   Chapter 10

"He must have tasted good," Baz Jordan commented at  last, whilst gazing
down at Ricky Flower's slowly thickening  prick.
"Good? He's sweet. Nectar of the balls. Absolutely delicious. We  should
keep him for milking and bottle it for sale. We'd make a  mint."
"I thought you'd want more. You're coming back to life  quickly."
Ricky gestured between Baz's legs.
"You're not doing  so bad yourself," he responded watching Baz's dick begin
to lengthen again. Not  that either dick had ever really gone flaccid. "I'm
getting ready for my turn  down his throat. Did he do a good job with his
mouth, for a virgin, that  is?"
"I think he's a quick learner. Now that he's practiced on my meat,  you
should get a really good servicing. Ready to swap places?"
Tony  Packard lay still, but breathed heavily. The taste of the spunk that
had filled  his mouth as it spurted from the dick which Baz had forced in was
salty. He  could feel a sheen of sweat over his nude body. He listened to the
conversation  as the two young men talked about him as if he were just a
commodity.
How proud he'd felt when setting out that morning. How smart he'd  thought
himself to be. Not smart now. His special clothes were gone and his  body, with
all its previously private parts, had become the plaything of two  horny
perverts who were enjoying inflicting abuse on him, helpless and  humiliated as he
was. He knew it would be useless, but he needed to try to put  an end to this
torture.
"Please. Haven't you done enough? For pity's  sake, let me go."
"Pity?" echoed Ricky. "Take pity on me. You haven't  sucked my cock off yet
and Baz is just dieing to taste your sweet man  juice."
"Oh no. Not again! You can't make me cum again!"
"Can  and will," said Baz firmly. "I think you'll find you'll have no
choice. At 19,  your balls are a constantly working cum factory. You've plenty to
give us yet.  Ready, Rick?"
"Just going to get comfortable," Ricky  replied.
Standing up, he pushed at his jeans which had remained bunched  around his
thighs. He forced them down to his ankles, then sat on a chair to  pull off his
trainers. His jeans quickly followed leaving him in shirt, socks  and the pale
blue briefs which were pulled down to expose his cock.
Baz  reacted as soon as he saw what Ricky was doing. He pushed off his
trainers and  dropped his jeans. He pulled his socks off along with the jeans
leaving him in  shirt and black boxer briefs, his dick poking out over the top.
"I've  been kneeling long enough," said Ricky. "Let's get him onto the
table."
"Good idea," Baz agreed and immediately set about untying the  ropes
attached to the pipes.
Tony had a momentary idea that this might  be a chance to escape, but he knew
he'd never be able to grab his clothes in  time and the idea of fleeing naked
down a public street was almost worse than  his suffering at the hands of his
two young tormentors. Maybe, if he'd thought  more about what might be in
store for him, he'd have reconsidered that as a  minor embarrassment...
Instead, Tony found himself being lifted from the  floor and carried across
to the table. It was rectangular, sturdy and of average  size. He was laid on
his back so that his head hung back over the edge at one  end whilst the other
edge fitted in behind his knees as his feet hung  down.
His arms were pulled down either side and he felt a tightening on  the ropes
as they were tied to the two table legs. Then he felt his legs being  spread
so that they hung over the sides and his ankles were tied firmly to the  other
two table legs.
Naked and restrained in this way, Tony somehow  felt even more exposed and
helpless. The only part of his body that he could  move was his head, and that
was an effort.
"No. Please no... Come on.  Don't do this." It was almost painful to talk.
Then, into his limited  field of vision swam blue material with a now rampant
dick jutting over the top  and a shirt edge resting on top. He saw fingers
begin to unbutton the shirt and  work their way up until the shirt front was
wide open. The shoulders shrugged  and the shirt slid backwards and off. Fingers
adjusted the blue material and a  pair of heavyset balls came into view.
Tony hadn't really had an  opportunity to assess Baz's cock before it had
forced it's way between his lips  earlier, had he been interested in doing so,
but Ricky's dick was the main  object in sight and he had little choice in the
matter. About seven inches of  hard, firm uncircumcised man meat jutted from
Ricky's blue briefs, the head,  already well out of its sheath, pink and
glistening. In its eagerness, a drop of  clear pre-cum had already opened the
eye-like slit and was oozing its way  through.
As Tony gazed at the drop, it slowly slid over the surface of  the head and
hung from it by a slowly lengthening strand. The eye began to close  almost in
slow-motion, to Tony's way of thinking. He couldn't help recalling  what Baz
had done to him and, unbidden, the vision came to him of that hole  opening in
his mouth and spitting out streams of milky, salty cum which would  slither
down his throat and into his restrained body.
"NO! Pleeeeese...  Don't ... don't..."
The eye approached Tony's face, ignoring his  protestations. Suddenly he felt
dampness against his forehead and then between  his eyes and along his nose.
The strand of pre-cum had made contact first. Tony  wanted desperately to shut
his eyes, but he was mesmerised by the invader  approaching his mouth. He
wouldn't open, he determined. He'd keep his lips  firmly together. They couldn't
make...
"Aargggh!"
It was a hand  gabbing and twisting at his ruthlessly exposed balls which
brought the  involuntary screech from his lungs.
"Aaoowww!"
Again he  instinctively reacted. It had to be vocal. He'd automatically
strained with his  hands to reach to protect himself, but his wrists were securely
fastened.
Too late he realised that they could and had made him. His  mouth had to open
to scream and, at the second response, that advancing cock  head had slipped
past his defences. The alien invader had taken up residence and  was already
releasing more pre-cum onto the roof of his mouth. It continued to  slide in
until he could feel it poking at the route to his throat.
The  pressure on his balls had eased whilst Ricky's cock probed the inner
recesses of  the oral cavity and Tony could remotely feel fingers dancing on his
almost  flaccid dick. It wasn't long, though, before sensations started to
seep through  his system which told him that his traitorous dick wouldn't remain
soft for much  longer. He recognised the signs of an imminent erection and
knew from recent  experience that his brain trying to will them away was no match
for the taunting  fingers which would soon have him stiff and throbbing again.
"He's  coming back to life," Baz chortled. "Soon have the sap rising."
"Thanks  for operating the `opening mechanism'," Ricky joked as he slowly
withdrew his  shaft from the receptive mouth in front of him. "Jeez. He is so
soft. This is  just so beautiful. I want my dick in his mouth forever."
"I know how it  feels," Baz replied watching his captive's prick begin to
grow under his  manipulation, "but don't forget how many more wonderful
experiences we've yet to  have with this stud. Ohh look. He's eager."
Baz watched excitedly as  Tony's growing manhood pumped out a dollop of
clear, viscous fluid which dripped  down onto its owner's stomach. Baz scooped it
up with his finger and rubbed it  over the enlarging cock head in front of him.
Tony gave a low moan around the  shaft which was now re-entering his mouth.
Never had he experienced a  succession of erections like this. His fumbled
wankings in the bathroom had  always been one-offs. He'd almost been ashamed of
the weakness that made him  abuse himself so. He could never have repeated the
hand-fisting so soon after a  session, but now he was helpless to avoid it,
being brought to a state of  excitement where he was going to be forced to
produce and eject a third load in  less than half an hour.
As the rigid shaft began to plough regularly in  and out of his commandeered
mouth, fluid continued to leak from the assaulting  tip and slide effortlessly
down Tony's waiting throat in a stream, just a sample  of the river that was
yet to come. Regardless, he continued his losing mental  battle with his
sexual urges.  At one point he began to think he might just  win and that was when
he felt the overwhelming sensation again.
A moist  warmth ran a path over the underside of his dick from its base near
his balls  right up to the protruding head and even traced around the opening
at the tip.  He felt his prick jerk and spasm in response and his mental
battle was lost.  Baz's tongue continued to lap over every single part of Tony's
rigid rod as it  stood up clear of the body and proclaimed its eagerness to be
petted, an  eagerness not agreed with by its owner.
As a result of his posture,  Tony felt that  he was almost inviting Baz to
take full advantage of the  availability of his cock. His legs were spread wide
and his body slightly  arched, appearing to offer free access to his intimate
regions to any who cared  to respond.
There was no doubt that Baz was responding and so were  Tony's hormones.
Blind to what was happening to him, Tony felt his dick was  harder, longer and
bigger than it had ever been before. He felt as if it was  reaching out to Baz
and his fingers and tongue, begging them to attend to it and  make it perform in
that obscene manner.
His own tongue was helplessly  servicing the oral intruder which had now
developed a steady rhythm, filling and  emptying his mouth of its bulk. He felt
Ricky's hands on his shoulders as he  steadied himself whilst he thrust his
eager cock between those soft luscious  lips. Ricky's mind was all centred  on his
cock. Mentally he was there in  that mouth taking full advantage of every
part of it which stimulated him  towards an ultimate orgasm. He willed himself
towards it.
Meanwhile,  Tony futilely continued to attempt to will himself away from the
inevitable, but  he knew it was a losing battle even as a churning sensation
in his balls  began.
Baz sensed this next stage and wanted to be ready for his feast.  He opened
his mouth and lowered it slowly, but firmly over the captive  youngster's tool.
Tony suddenly felt a velvetiness engulf his engorged organ and  he was
immediately escalated to new erotic heights. Ricky's blowjob had been  effectively
stimulating and provocative, but Baz had his rampant dick straining  at the
leash. Tony's mind filled with conflicting thoughts: he didn't want to  cum for
these torturers; it was so embarrassing, but his insistent dick was  giving in
to encouragement and was, not only preparing to give up the seed which  Tony
held so precious, but actually yearning to surrender it for the rapacious
mouth.
Baz and Ricky watched one another. Both knew the signs well and  they again
wanted to judge it so that Tony gave and received at the same time.  Tony
groaned at the strain of his unsought and prolonged erection and the  pumping of
the intruder in his mouth. He longed for it to be over, but dreaded  the
inevitable climax.
The thrusting cock built up momentum even more  and the tongue in the mouth
on his prick lapped more urgently. Even as he felt  the cock in his mouth swell
and begin to pulse, so he sensed a final stretching  of his own and
experienced yet again the rush of sperm along its internal  length. The pressure seemed
to last an age before he felt his slit opening and  gasped at the first
overwhelming expulsion of spunk from his cock head. The  force must have projected
it straight down Baz's throat and it felt like enough  to make him drown. Yet
there was more to release. His aching dick pulsed again  and again, nine ball
wrenching times, feeding Baz with the sweet delight of his  boy-juices forced
from a reluctant donor.
Almost simultaneously, Ricky  unloaded a hot stream of thick milky cum right
into Tony's throat. There was  nowhere for it to go, but down. The rapid
ejaculations filled Tony's mouth to  overflowing, so it spilled from his lips and
ran down his cheeks towards his  eyes. Tony snapped them shut and felt the
unwanted liquid slide over his eyelids  and into his eyebrows and beyond. For the
last few shots, Ricky yanked his dick  out from its haven and treated Tony's
face to the final  emissions.
Spunk ran down his cheeks and nose and into his hair. Tony  had gone down the
next step in his degradation.

To be continued

Author: Stripscott
Email:  _gjd18br@aol.com_ (mailto:gjd18br@aol.com)