Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2005 08:05:55 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Not So Smart  by Stripscott  Chapter 4

	The mind of Tony Packard was in whirl. It struggled to take in the
various things that were happening to his body. It had just begun to cope
with the fact that he had been over-powered and assaulted; knocked-out and
kidnapped; restrained and abused. Now it was trying to understand the fact
that he was slowly being stripped of his clothes, the ones he had donned so
proudly that morning for the wedding. It boggled at the fact that he was
now clad only in his trousers and underwear with his shirt bunched around
his elbows. It tried to resist the idea that the two young men with him
could do what they liked with his body and he seemed powerless to
resist. Indeed, the one behind him, Baz Jordan, was reaching around his
chest to tweak his nipples unmercifully and the one in front of him, Ricky
Flowers, was in the process, albeit very slowly, of removing Tony's
trousers with the stated intention of stripping him completely naked. His
belt was already lying on the floor.
	However, what Tony's mind seemed unable to grasp at all, was the
reaction that was occurring within the confines of his trousers and his
underwear. Admittedly, his cock had been groped several times through his
clothes, sometimes extremely thoroughly, but Tony had tried hard to resist
responding in the way he usually did when he played with his dick. Then he
was in private and it didn't matter how his body reacted. There was no
potential embarrassment. This was different. It wasn't he who was playing
with his dick. It was a stranger. It wasn't even he who was stripping for a
pleasurable experience; he was being force-stripped by two unknown
guys. His most private organ should not be responding in the usual way. But
it was!
	Several twitches caused by gropings earlier had started the process
and put it firmly beyond Tony's control. With growing horror, he realised
that his dick now had a mind of its own and was determined to respond
appropriately whatever the circumstances. At the rate, it was expanding and
starting to fill out his pants, by the time his assailants had him bare he
would be at full erection, displaying a stiff and proud cock, but a
defeated and embarrassed Tony. The realisation of all this took a matter of
moments and drove Tony to further pleas to protect his dignity. As Ricky's
fingers sought out the button on his trouser waistband, Tony begged once
more.
	"Oh no, please. You can't go any further. No more. Stop now,
please. Don't! Not my trousers! STOOOPP! Please leave them. Ohhhh NOOOOOO!
I don't want to be..." Tony's voice trailed off into sobs of frustration
as he found himself unable to utter any of the words that would have
completed that sentence. Ricky was happy to help out.
	"Stripped?" he offered, putting his face close to Tony's. "Naked?
Bare? Exposed?" As he suggested the last word, Ricky allowed his hand to
slip down to caress Tony's hidden treasure yet again. He gave a small gasp
of surprise and pleasure at what he now found there.
	"Ahh haaa! Result! Tony, you really do have something on offer down
here. And by the feel of it, it's something you should be really proud of,
and pleased to show off. Oh, I bet you've waved this at a few in your time
to attract their attention."
	"No!" Tony responded hotly and without thought. He instantly
resented the idea that he would use sexual attraction to make himself
popular. "I've never let anybody..." This time his sentence remained
unfinished because he realised what he was saying. He recognised the impact
such a revelation could have on his two attackers. "I mean, I
haven't...wouldn't...don't..." He didn't know how to put things right, but
it was too late anyway.
	A gleaming smile spread over Ricky's face, which could be seen to
be reflected in a similar one on Baz's.
	"Never?" Baz murmured in Tony's ear. "You haven't done it...with
anyone?"
	"I--I...didn't...I...don't..."
	Ricky cut Tony's feeble protest short. "He's
untouched. Completely. An absolute virgin." He looked closely into Tony's
face again. "Do you even know how to wank?"
	"Of course I do!" Tony was stung into a heated response by this
perceived attack on his maturity, but immediately coloured with
embarrassment with the realisation of what he had admitted to. His private
sexual activities were not matters which he ever discussed.
	"Owwhh look," Ricky observed quickly. "He's embarrassed to admit
that he plays with his dick. Was it a secret? Did you think no one would
ever know? Don't worry. We won't tell. We want to do it too; play with your
dick that is." With that, Ricky groped the still-growing subject of that
conversation once more. "Mmmm. It's getting harder still." He rubbed his
hand up and down the shaft, which he could feel through the clothes. "Do
you cum a lot? Do you shoot plenty of spunk?"
	Tony, still crimson-faced, could find a reply.
	"I hope so," Ricky continued. "And not just plenty, but often."
	Something in Tony's mind snapped. Despite the restrictions of his
shirt, he suddenly struggled forward, breaking Baz's hold and pushing Ricky
backwards and off-balance. Finding himself abruptly loose, Tony did the
only thing he could think of: he made for the door, or he tried to. On the
second step, his bare foot landed on his belt buckle. It skidded from under
him and he toppled sideways. With his arms restricted, he was unable to
save himself and he hit the ground with a sharp thud knocking the breath
out of him. The restriction on his arms also meant that he had no chance to
try to get up before his two tormentors were on him again.
	"Foolish move, Tony," Baz said kneeling beside him. "You couldn't
have got anywhere anyway. The door is locked and I've got the key. I told
you there is no escape from here until we choose to let you go. And that
won't be until after we've had our fun. So you might as well get used to it
and stop trying to hold us up."
	"I think he needs restraining again," Ricky ventured.
	"Yes, he does," Baz agreed. "Help me here."
	The two seemed to know exactly what was to happen next as they
operated without chat. Together they rolled Tony onto his stomach and then
began tugging at the restricting shirt. Tony tried to struggle as much as
he could and as breathless as he was until a ripping sound was
heard. Horror at whatever damage had been caused to his new shirt froze
Tony on the instant and the two lads were able to get the shirt down his
arms and off completely. However, they each held firmly to one of Tony's
wrists.
	Baz reached onto the table for a couple of pieces of rope, one of
which he passed to Ricky. The ropes were then tied around Tony's wrists and
he was flipped over onto his back once more. Tony then felt his arms
twisted so that they reached beyond his head and found himself being pulled
across the floor of the room. His arms were then pulled out in a `V' shape
and the two rope ends tied to pipes on the wall so there was no give in the
ropes at all. As vulnerable as he had felt all through this ordeal, Tony
suddenly felt even more helpless and exposed than he had so far.
	"Good. That should put an end to his antics," Ricky muttered. "Hey,
Baz. Come and have a feel."
	Tony suddenly discovered that his new situation was a lot more
restrictive than before because he could barely lift his head to see what
was happening. He saw Baz move and kneel by his waist, but it was his
sensation of touch that told him that Baz was now having his feel of the
nearly erect poker that was still hidden inside Tony's remaining
clothes. The hand stroked up and down several times and then dipped in
search of Tony's balls nestling below the straining erection. Baz grinned
happily and Ricky reflected the grin.
	"So. In a few moments we get to discover what underwear you chose
to wear with this smart outfit today," Baz told Tony, happily. "Time for
the unveiling. Ricky, you've been trying so hard to do this. The honour is
still yours."
	"Yeah," Ricky responded eagerly, and Tony once more felt the hands
on the waistband of his trousers.
	"Nnnnnoooooo," Tony cried out automatically, knowing it was in
vain. "Don't. Please don't. Aaaahhhh!"
	Helplessly he lay there, still protesting as he felt the button
finally come undone. Movement below told him that the catch on his fly zip
had been lifted and further movement, accompanied by sound, made him fully
aware that his zip was being lowered and his lower, private, regions were
becoming more exposed.
	Baz watched eagerly as Ricky slowly eased the zip down its track
and the swollen mound beneath began to push its way into the space
created. Evidence of a purple or plum coloured material within the confines
of the trousers began to be revealed. Buttons also came into view as the
traitorous zip gradually exposed more of its owner's secrets.
	Finally the zipper reached the end of its run, having done all it
could to further heighten Tony's embarrassment. The front of Tony's
trousers lay open and Baz and Ricky gazed at it for a few moments. Those
moments felt like ages to Tony lying on his back, anticipating what would
happen next.
	At last it did. Baz took the flaps of Tony's trousers and spread
them apart. Beneath the grey trousers Tony had chosen to wear a pair of
plum-coloured boxer briefs with a black waist band. The front was clearly
distended by a long and rigid object that continued to try to hide from the
four probing eyes, but in its present enlarged condition was not being too
successful. Automatically, Ricky and Baz licked their lips.
	It was Ricky's hand which first reached to the swelling in the
boxer briefs and examined the firmness that it had become. Tony felt the
touch as a new invasion, now with one fewer layer of protection and only
one remaining. He shuddered, but his vocal protests had briefly
ceased. Ricky continued to stroke.
	Baz put his face down to the bulge and sniffed. Then he put out his
tongue and licked. Ricky quickly withdrew his hand and copied Baz. Saliva
began to coat the material and soon Tony could feel the dampness seeping
through to the flesh of his rampant dick beneath.
	"Aaahh. Noooohhh. Stop it! No more. Oh pleeeease. Ohhhh, just
stop!"
	The two, who were so enjoying themselves, paid him no heed, but
continued to lick and slurp until the plum-coloured material encasing
Tony's dick was really wet. Tony was writhing with incredible sensations
running through his body. He was aware that his wanking sessions had never
made his dick feel like this. It seemed massive in his pants and gave every
impression of trying to expand even more. His balls felt full and as
swollen as his dick. He had given up trying to understand why his body was
reacting this way, but still could not accept that it was. He felt the
flush of humiliation flood right through him.
	The aural ministrations to the front of his pants and, indirectly,
his dick, eased and then stopped. Baz and Ricky grinned stupidly at each
other.
	"Time to get these right off now," said Baz at last. "Tony, boy,
you are living up to and even exceeding every expectation so far. You can't
imagine the fun you are giving us. Won't be long now before you reveal your
every little, and not-so-little, secret to us."
	They each took a handful of waistband at the sides.
	"Trousers down, like a good, or should that be bad, little boy,"
Ricky chuckled and with a firm tug Tony's bum came up off the ground and
the material slide from beneath it. Tony despaired as he felt the departure
of his errant trousers, leaving little of his shredded dignity behind. They
slid all too easily down his thighs, past his knees, over his calf muscles
and gathered briefly at his ankles before being unceremoniously removed.
	Baz and Ricky feasted their eyes on the newly exposed areas of
Tony's body: his long, muscular and slightly hairy legs. They knelt and ran
their hands over the freshly uncovered flesh as they let their eyes wander
over the now completely revealed boxer briefs with their red stripes, one
down the outside of each leg, bright in contrast to the plum-colour.
	Tony felt fingers edging upwards and then lingering at the hem of
each leg hole. Again his brain seethed. He knew they were going to strip
him of his pants, but he shied away from imagining the action ahead of
time. He knew he was going to be lying there naked and fully exposed, but
he tried to avoid imagining the sensation and humiliation. He knew they
were going to do things to his naked body, but he no way of knowing what
and no wish to imagine them.
	Fingers slid between the legs of his boxers and his bare
flesh. They started to inch upwards inside his pants towards their
ultimate, and now so-pronounced, goal....

To be continued...

Author: Stripscott
Email:  gjd18br@aol.com