Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 09:36:48 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Not So Smart Chapter 3 by Stripscott

	Tony Packard's mind whirled at the realisation that had just dawned
on him. The very thought of being naked and exposed in front of these two
men was enough to cause a shiver to run down his spine. The further
suggestion that they were actually going to be the ones to remove his
concealing clothes caused the shiver to return the way it came. Fear of the
further progress of that day's events was blocked the horror of the
immediate future. On top of that, he somehow felt a greater indignity at
the idea of being stripped out of his smart suit, rather than his more
casual style of dress -- t-shirt and jeans. He had been so proud of his
appearance as he had dressed that morning. Now he was about to be robbed of
his pride, along with the suit.

	As all this went through his mind, Tony slowly raised his head,
eyes wide open, to look at his two tormentors. Trying to move, he
discovered how his arms were restrained. Any ideas of possible escape
receded, and then vanished entirely as he took in his new surroundings.
Memories of the hand groping between his legs, the last thing he remembered
before passing out, pushed him over into mind-numbing helplessness.

	Baz and Ricky watched eagerly as their victim slowly regained his
senses. They watched his face as he raised his head and gazed around. They
saw the horrified emotions sweep over his face as the realisation of his
position came home to him. They loved this. The hunted, trapped expression
told them that they were about to have a fun-time today with this latest
captive. Slowly they moved to either side of the chair.

	"Do you like our `Treatment Room'?" Baz asked as he sank to his
knees and spoke in a low voice close to Tony's head. "It doesn't look like
much, but we've had it specially prepared for occasions like this. We're
underground and sound doesn't travel far from here."

	Ricky knelt on the other side of the chair and joined in the verbal
torment.

	"It's great for working on special packages which we want to unwrap
and play with -- like you."

	Tony shook visibly. He tried hard to make his mouth work, his
tongue feeling dry.

	"No. Please," he whispered. "Let me go. Don't do this."

	Simultaneously, Ricky placed a hand on Tony's knee and Baz put his
arm around Tony's shoulder. Baz murmured in Tony's ear.

	"No can do, mate. We got too excited about the fun we're going to
have with you. We can't stop now. We're so looking forward to playing with
you, and we have to strip you naked to do that. We can't let you spoil our
fun by leaving early."

	Baz's hand began to massage Tony's shoulder and Ricky's slid slowly
over Tony's thigh. Tony shuddered again.

	"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no," he gabbled, his voice rising in pitch. "Oh
god. Help. Someone please -- helllllp."

	The last word came out as a squeal and was received with laughter
by the excited duo. Each of them used his free hand to grope the stiff
prick trapped in his jeans. This attractive stud was helpless and he looked
even more appealing in that fine new suit.

	"Thing is," Ricky laughed, "the only ones who can help you are
us. And we plan on helping you to do what we want. Look at it this way. We
want to play with you, and we don't want you to mess up those smart new
clothes of yours so we gotta take 'em off first." He paused to look at the
desperate expression on Tony's face as he tried to strain at the ropes
around his arms and looked frantically at the door to the room.

	"You know," Ricky said looking at Baz. "I really think he doesn't
want to stay. Perhaps we should discourage his ideas to leave us."

	Baz looked at Tony's feet encased in the grey shoes and white
socks. Ricky followed this gaze. They had worked together often enough to
understand such moments. Without further warning, each moved to seize one
of Tony's legs, lifted it to a horizontal position and held it in a
vice-like grip. With a swift movement, they yanked off Tony's shoes and
tossed them across the room.

	Tony's shock at the sudden action didn't stop him attempting to
struggle, but such attempts were hopeless. Even as he watched his shoes fly
across the room he felt fingers up the legs of his trousers, groping at his
socks. With mounting horror he experienced the first proper removal of an
item of his clothing as the fingers tugged and pulled his socks down past
his ankles and off his feet completely. They followed a course similar to
the shoes.

	Then Tony realised that the fingers had not left his feet. They
were gently starting to stroke over the sensitive soles and creating a new
reaction in Tony. Totally against his real emotions, he briefly
giggled. That was enough to tell the pair that they had a ticklish specimen
in their hands: they increased their actions.

	Tony's giggles became outright laughter, interspersed with pleas
for freedom. This only brought increased activity from Baz and Ricky who
explored every exposed area with their torturing fingers and teasing
nails. Tony's sides began to ache; his lungs strained with the effort; his
throat grew even dryer; his voice became hoarse. He had no idea how long
the torment lasted, but when, eventually, those fingers ceased their
movements, he felt totally exhausted. He felt his legs released and could
do no more than to allow them to fall back down, his bare feet making first
contact with the cold floor. His body slumped in the chair.

	Baz and Ricky slowly rose to their feet. They gazed eagerly for a
moment at Tony's exhausted figure - face flushed, chest rising and falling
as if trying to gulp in all the air in the room - then grinned evilly at
each other. They had Tony just right for the next stage of his unveiling.

	Moving back to the sides of the chair, they knelt once more. Baz
reached into Tony's jacket and explored the inside pockets. One was empty;
the other contained Tony's wallet. Pulling it out, Baz opened it and
examined the contents. There wasn't much money, but that wasn't what Baz
was looking for. Monetary profit was not the aim of these abductions, so he
wasn't disappointed to find no credit cards either. However, he did find
what he was looking for: Tony's student ID card.

	For the two of them to really enjoy becoming intimate with the
private areas of a guy's body and creating total embarrassment, they needed
to add the personal touch. They had become aware that, whilst it was bad
enough for a victim feel himself being stripped naked as a stranger, it
added to his humiliation if he was addressed by his name during the
progression of his de-nuding. He was being exposed by guys who knew him!

	"Hey, Tony," said Baz, passing the card to Ricky. "Did you like the
beginning? That was just the start of the fun we're going to have. Now it's
time to get to work on the rest of your clothes."

	Tony continued to gasp as he slowly moved his head from side to
side.

	"Don't..." he managed to gasp out. "Please don't ...do this. I've
never....." His attempted plea ended in a coughing fit. When he finished it
was just his eyes that continued to plead, but they only served to increase
the duo's eagerness.

	At a nod from Baz, Ricky stood and reached for Tony's neck. Deftly
he unknotted the patterned grey tie and pulled it free from the shirt
collar. Carelessly, he dangled it in front of Tony's face. The flush from
the tickling had been receding, but was now replaced by a flush of
embarrassment in anticipation of what was about to happen to him. Tony
gazed helplessly at the swinging material as he recalled how proudly he'd
tied it himself just a few hours before. As he watched, he saw Baz's hand
stretch forward and, a moment later, felt fingers unbuttoning the neck of
his pale lilac shirt.

	A fingertip parted the shirt and stroked at the flesh of his neck
for a moment, before the second button was undone. The fingertip repeated
its stroking of his exposed flesh before the process continued with the
third and fourth buttons. Each time the fingertip reminded him of how much
of him was slowly being revealed to the eyes of his captors. The
embarrassment that this minor degradation made him feel, only served to
heighten the anticipation of the complete humiliation of being totally
naked in front of these men.

	Tony's agony was intensified as, after the unfastening of button
four, the hand slid in beneath his shirt, over his bare skin and discovered
his right nipple. The searching fingertips fastened on the protruding nub
and started to twist and squeeze.

	"Aaahhhhh! Nooo!" The words jerked out of Tony's mouth at the shock
of this sudden intimate contact. Pain and pleasure immediately jolted
through him. He had never realised how sensitive his nipples were. The
sensation was like an electric shock shooting through him and he was
vaguely aware of sympathetic reactions in several other parts of his young,
virgin body including between his legs. "Stoppp," he pleaded, then again,
more urgently, "Nooo! STOPPPP IT!!" as he felt a hand sliding up between
his legs. With a pang of horror, he had felt his dick give a twitch inside
his pants. That wasn't right. Was he loosing control over his body's
reactions? He squeezed his eyes shut as if in protest.

	Baz watched Ricky's hand sliding up the inside of Tony's thighs,
firmly parting them and drawing nearer to his crotch. He continued to abuse
Tony's nipple, feeling the thrills it was sending through the vulnerable
body. This slow and progressive torment was so much more satisfying than
the abrupt removal of a guy's clothing and his sudden exposure. This way
there was the slow build up of anticipation -- on both sides. Baz licked
his lips. Ricky's fingers had reached their target and were gently tickling
through the fabric of the trousers.

	"Awwwww, nooooo. Hell, stop, pleeeeease.....doohhhn't...." Tony
became frantic at the thought of his helplessness. He knew he couldn't stop
them. He knew they could do just what they wanted. He knew his begging was
just adding to his embarrassment, but he couldn't stop himself. He
continued to babble protests as his nipple was fiercely manipulated and the
hand further explored his balls and twitching dick through the front of his
trousers.

	Abruptly, it seemed that his prayers were answered. Both hands
stopped and withdrew. His eyes snapped open only to see that the duo was
untying the ropes that held his arms secure. His heart leaped. Had it all
been a bluff? Were they going to release him after all? His hopes soared
momentarily, only to be dashed by Baz leaning close to his ear and speaking
quietly.

	"Okay Tony. Feel good being freed? Actually, it's for our
benefit. The next stage of your stripping is easier if you are not tied to
the chair. Oh, Tony. You can't imagine how much we're looking forward to
seeing you in all your naked beauty."

	As the last of the rope slipped free, Tony felt himself being
grabbed under the arms and hoisted to his feet. Before he could make any
kind of further move, the collar of his jacket was jerked up and then down
until it was tight around his elbows. Baz held Tony's arms firmly as Ricky,
in front, quickly yanked the front of the shirt out of Tony's trousers and
tweaked the remaining buttons undone. Ricky grasped the two open shirt
fronts near the top, pulled them open baring Tony's chest and them yanked
down until the shirt was restraining Tony's arms just like his
jacket. Baz's arms encircled Tony's chest and fingers now gripped both
nipples and began to subject them to further pinching and twisting. Tony
howled at the exquisite pain and his vulnerability.

	A moment later he gasped at the realisation of a fresh and even
more frightening assault. Ricky's fingers had reached to Tony's waist where
he felt them beginning to unfasten his belt. Tony heard the rattle as the
buckle was loosened and he felt the leather slide through his trouser loops
as Ricky gleefully tugged the belt free, beginning the final stage of the
exposure of Tony's nude body.

To be continued....
Author: Stripscott
Email: gjd18br@aol.com