Straight Boy Cum Control Steve : Parts 14

Ben then told Steve "Hey man...I hope you don't mind....but...you
know...we're bi - and we like this stuff, you know...." Steve, drunk and
buzzed, sat up slowly and looked at Ben, then Tom and then Ken and then Gene
and slurred "Shit yeah.. I don't....don't believe you. Yeah....fucking
right....." He started to giggle a little. Ben said "No...we are. We like
guys...and girls....well....sometimes we like guys better, you know."

Steve stared back, his blue eyes in a haze, his head nodding, and then said
slowly - his speech still slurred "....shit no! Really???! ...Hey...how can
you do that man? Suck a dude's cock...man that must be....shit...I
dunno...that would be disgusting to me man......shit....."

"Hey, a mouth on a dick is a mouth on a dick - a guy can cum no matter who
it is Steve...." Tom said, moving closer to Steve, who now was lying back
down on the sofa.

"Hey.....No way man...No way would a straight guy cum when a guy is sucking
him....that would be too sick. No fuckin' way man..." Steve slurred.

"Well, there are four of us here who think differently - you wanna test that
Steve? I mean you are straight as can be, right. We'll bet you.....let's say
$100 bucks that the six of us can make you cum in 30 minutes..." Ken said.

Steve, still lying on the couch, tried to get up, and propped himself on his
elbows, and just stared back, shook his head twice, as if trying to shake
the drunken state away.

"Dude....You're not fucking serious. Naw. . ..no. . ..you're putting me on,
man. . .shit. . ."Steve said, sort of slurring some of his words.

"We are" Ken said, "WE are.....and here's the $100 to prove it.. we'll
sweeten it for you by upping it by another $50 - $50 you can keep no matter
what. And nothing will be said - we'll do this before Mark gets back...so
decide. This can be an easy $150 bucks for you to make, if you are so
sure...otherwise shut up" Ken said.

The guys waited, nervously wondering if this blond Adonis would fall for the
bet. Within 60 seconds, Steve stared back. The air seemed hot and tense - we
didn't know if we over stepped ourselves. Steve still thought we were
playing with him (well, actually we wanted to!). Gene then suddenly
interjected "hey Steve - fuck, we're joking. We're joking. But man. .
..we're. . ."

"Man. . .fuck dudes. . .you guys we're scaring me man. . ..fuck. . .you had
me. . .shit. . ." Steve slurred.

The guys all sort of giggled nervously with Steve, as if he were finally in
on the joke.

"Well," Gene continued "we do actually have a bet about you - since you are
such a big athlete and wrestling star, right? I mean you could with stand
anything. . ..."

"Shit yeah. . .I was pretty good, yeah. . ." Steve said. He paused, closing
his eyes, the beers overtaking him, and then added slowly "so? What'sa the
bet. . .bet. . .?"

"Well, I was reading that the normal guy can only withstand being tickled
for only 5 minutes. I'm doing a little research paper for school - and so
here's the bet - okay, you get $100 bucks if you can withstand being tickled
for 5 minutes. That means you can laugh. If you do, you lose, and then you
have to do what we say. . ..that's it. . ."

"Tickling????. . ...shit. . ..5 minutes? I dunno. . .. . .." Steve,
pausing, then, blushing a little, "Ohwhatthe fuck...Ifuckindrunk man
I'llwinthefuckinbet sowhateverdudes...." Steve said, and then asked for
another beer "I can't believe this shit....."

"One more thing, you have to be tied up so you can fight being tickled - and
your shirt has to come off too," Gene said.

"100$?? Fuck....Shit. . .okay. . .whatever," Steve said without realizing
what he agreed to - and too far drunk now to even remember.

Then the six of us - perhaps too hastily - started approaching the boy,
eager to get their hands on him. Suddenly Steve seemed to change his mind

"...NO NO no...man...dude....no...I said NO man.... Forget it. I hate
tickling. IdunnowhatIwassyain.. shit forgetit..noway canIlet afaggot man
don't touchmeman....shit....."

Before he could say another word, we were on him, laughing. He struggled
half heartedly, laughing and cursing, as we carried him to a special chair
the guys had made. It was a metal bar high back chair, with the seat gone. A
person could be tied in the chair - arms up, legs back, with his butt seat
on the rim, yet totally accessible underneath for whatever pleasuring needed
to be done. The metal bars making up the back of the chair allowed us access
to Steve's back.

The rim was padded (as were the metal bars that made up the high back of the
chair). They mad the chair especially for Steve. We dragged him to the
chair, while he babbled "Hey hey hey man please no no no no no man...I
said...fuck...NO NO NO!!! Man what the fuckman fuck I changed man I changed
my mind...whattayouguysdoing..." He was drunk enough that he really couldn't
resist. I watched while the guys stripped Steve of his wet towel, leaving
just his wet shorts., while he weakly struggled. He cursed, slurring his
words. He was then carried to the chair and the guys quickly began tying the
struggling youth down. His arms were placed above his head and held
securely by duct tape, while his legs where spread apart and tied tightly to
the legs with rope, leaving his butt and crotch totally exposed. He briefly
tried to break loose and then moaned "hey man.....what...."

Ken then said "look, you can make $100...okay, if you can withstand us
tickling you for 5 minutes. That means you can't laugh or else you lose! And
if you lose, like we agreed - we can do anything we want. Course we still
would owe you at least $100. But if you're a good sport we'll sweeten the
pot to $200. That's the bet. Its gonna happen, so you might as well prepare
yourself Steve my little boy. "

At that, Steve sort of sagged in the chair, his head down, touching his
chest- his chest heaving from the struggle. He involuntarily shuddered - I
guess at the prospect of being at the mercy of us - and being tickled. He
was buzzed - but was scared too.

"Man..fuck...God...don't...no..." Steve said weakly.

Gene then got out a stop watch (as if we were REALLY going to go by that),
and shouted "ready.. ..set. . .GO!!!!"

Steve's eyes widened with horror, and before he could yell "NO!!!!" again,
the guys then went at him like hungry dogs after a bone. Gene put on a heavy
blindfold on the struggling boy. Steve was filled with sheer panic, his head
desperately trying to shake off the blindfold. Ken started tickling his
ribcage and his slightly damp hairy armpits savagely. Zak used a feather
brushing lightly up and down the sole of Steve's feet, his toes clenched,
and then started to suck those very toes lovingly. Not to be outdone, Gene
started to run his fingers up and down Steve's back, while Joe got down
below the chair seat and tickled Steve's butt cheeks (through his shorts). I
came out from my hiding place and I let my fingers tickle his neck and ears,
and upper arms (Steve had no idea I was there - and was so out of it from
the tickling that he didn't notice an additional set of hands).

Steve clenched his teeth so hard we thought he would shatter them, and let
out the longest groan, his entire body grew taunt, trying desperately to
fight off the overwhelming tickling. It was a turn-on to see this boy's
muscled body arch from the torture chair, his arms and biceps and legs
flexed, his abs flat and tightened, trying to ward off the surge of laughter
and hysterics that was building within him. The poor boy exploded in
laughter after barely being able to hold back for a pitiful 60 seconds. His
body literally grew taut from the multiple assault of fingers and toe
suckling, and he screamed and yelled, laughing like a hyena, trying
desperately to get words out - I suppose begging us to stop. Even though he
lost the bet - we had 4 minutes to go. We never let up and Steve howled, his
body seemed nearly almost ready to break the duct tape and rope, almost
rocking the chair. Tears were streaming from his face as he shrieked in
laughter when Ken doubled up his attack on the boy's ribcage and stomach.
One of the guys started to tickle the boy's quivering bellybutton and abs -
which caused Steve to burst out in a stream of totally unintelligible
laughter.

Ever so often he was able to string together a few words through his
howling, "ha ha ha ha ha..oh. . .ha ha hahah. . .pleaaaaasee..oh
hahahahahahhah...ple. . ..haha..ple. . .ha..hahaha. . ..ease. . oh..ga. .
.oh. . .hahahahahha..,..god. . .hahahhahahha. . .hahahahahaa. ...sto. .
.hahahaha. . .op. .pleasssse!!!!!!" After 10 minutes, we stopped - though
just momentarily (okay, we were a little lax on the time, but we were horny.
. .) Steve's sweaty body sagged in the chair, his head resting on his chest,
tears of laughter still flowing from his blindfold. He thought it was the
longest 5 minutes of his life. His body still shuddered from the effects of
the intense tickle torture - never before in his young life had his body
been subjected to such intense simultaneous stimulation. He muttered "oh
god. . ..oh. . ..oh. . ..no more. . .please. . ...I give up. .no more. . ..
. .. . ..."

Gene said quietly "well Steve, you seem to be very ticklish. For a wrestler,
I don't know how you made it. . ..well. . .you lost. It wasn't even close. .
..so, you have a choice. We can have a bet to see if a gay guy came make you
cum OR we can tickle you for an hour straight and THEN see what you say. .
.."

Steve's head snapped up and - though drunk, his eyes half closed, he yelled
"NO!!!!! Please!!!! Fuckin no way. . .." Just let me go. . ..shit. . .oh
shit. . ..man. . .no...oh please...please...please...man...no no no"

"Okay my boy, have it your way. . .. . .one hour more of tickling. . ..."
Gene said.

Steve's eyes opened with horror and he screamed "OH NO!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!"

The guys again now assaulted Steve without mercy. As he howled with
laughter, one of the guys began to rip his wet shorts off a little at a
time. Steve didn't even notice, his entire body was buckling and squirming
while we tickled his entire body. Finally the guys ripped off the remaining
parts of his shorts, leaving the boy entirely nude, his limp, slightly
shriveled uncut dick slopping back and forth, his tightened balls (from the
cold wet), jiggling below the open seat. Some of us paused and stared at
Steve's body, getting more horny at seeing this handsome stud naked - his
body bound tightly, squirming and begging for us to stop tickling him. As
part of the plan, none of us touched his limp dick - we didn't want to freak
him out totally. But Joe, who was beneath the chair, was so turned on seeing
the boy's exposed butt - ever so often his ass crack would open, showing Joe
his virgin, pink butthole. Steve would gasp and howl even more as Joe
tickled the boy's extremely sensitive butt cheeks - and ever so lightly,
tickled the boy's tight scrotum. We all took turns going under the seat to
look at Steve's butt and asshole. It was totally hot to see this boy's butt
tied down. Another guy kept fingering Steve's deep navel - playing with it,
while Steve gasped and screamed in hysterics.

Steve nearly went nuts after being tickled non-stop for an hour - drooling
almost, tears pouring from his eyes, his body quivering. His once shriveled
dick and balls, grew a little - not hard, but lengthened to about 6 inches.
His balls grew large and loose in their sack, being warmed by Joe's
tickling.

When we stopped, Steve gasped for air and was barely able to talk, begging
us "that I'll do anything. . .just. . .stop. . ..no more tickling. .
.please. . ..do anything. . ..whatever..just. . .oh. .please. . ..no more. .
.. . .."

At that, Gene interjected by saying "okay Steve. We hear you. So no more
tickling. But you said whatever, so we're going to do the cum control and
milking bet. If you can hold back from cumming for two hours, then you get
ANOTHER $100. And if you can cum at least 7 times AFTER that within about an
hour, well, you get ANOTHER $50. Okay?"

Steve's head barely rose from his chest and he stared at Gene blankly,
slurring his words "oh fuck. . ..oh. . .shit. . ."

CUM CONTROL & MILKING

At that, the guys were back at Steve, but this time to initiate him in the
wonders of cum control. Gene started licking the boy's hairy armpits, while
another guy sucked both his nipples. Steve moaned and moaned, while Tom and
Ben each started to lick Steve's legs, starting at his feet, slowly working
their way up, until they both were licking his thighs,
while Steve moaned louder, trying to close his legs "oh god..." he moaned,
sucking in his stomach, while Ken started to lick his nipples and belly
button. Steve's dick though was still soft.

"There's....no....fuckinway....no way....ooohhhhh"Steve tried to say, while
the tongues were assaulting his body.

Ben then started to lick Steve's spongy cock head, pulling back gently the
wrinkled foreskin. The head was damp from pre-cum, and Ben sucked and licked
the head gently. Steve gasped, but his cock remained soft, though Steve
started to buckle and struggle, as if to shake Ben loose from his cock Steve
gasped at the touch.

"See..youfucker....nofuckinwaywill....will...oh god...oh...oh....will I get
hard and shoot....no...oh god...no way..." he moaned to us, his young body
shuddering.

I stared at the scene while the guys worked over my roommate's brother - it
was hot! Here was a straight, beautiful 19 year old boy, tied tautly to
a high back seatless chair, naked, his body assaulted by a hungry pack of
guys, licking every part of his body. Steve's head was shaking back and
forth, his eyes now closed, while Ken begin to lap his tongue into Steve's
ears, neck, while gently tweaking his nipples. Steve moaned and gasped,
squirming. He gasped again when Tom got underneath the chair and began to
lick at Steve's exposed butt cheeks and crack.

Without warning he stabbed his tongue at Steve's quivering asshole, while
Steve screamed"Oh fuck in jesus what the fuck are you doing down there
ohfuck!!! Shit!!!!. Oooohhh stop.
ohfuck...don't.....stop....oh...gawd.....oh...."His lower body began to
buckle while Ben sucked his cock head, and began to slowly jerk the now
hardening shaft....

"Oh gawd...youguys....stop....oh.....FUCK....I guess...I guess...hey
mycockhasamindofits own...oh...god...I can't stand it....what...."Steve
moaned, shaking his head back and forth.

We sucked and licked for another 15 minutes, while Steve's body squirmed,
his butt cheeks clenched and opened, his cock now steely hard, Tom lapping
at his butt crack and licking at Steve's balls. Just as Steve was ready to
explode with cum, the guys backed off, until the boy cooled down. (Gene
helped breaking Steve's point of cumming, by running ice cube sticks over
his balls and cock, causing Steve to shriek almost in pain - and temporarily
causing his dick and balls to shrivel somewhat). After a minute or so, the
guys were at Steve again, repeating this at least 20 times over two hours.

Steve was now totally into it, moaning and shaking, babbling "oh god. . .I
gotta cum. . .I shit. . .please. . .fuck. . ..shit. . .stop teasing me. .
..stop teasing me you fuckin fuckers. . ..stop stop. ...shit. . .."

To get him more in the mood, Tom forced him to drink another beer, and then
put a bottle of Rush to each of Steve's nostrils. He went crazy into a
sexual high, and started moaning loudly.

His smooth muscled chest tried to burst through the ropes tying him, while
his stomach was taut as could be. He suddenly screamed "OH FUCK!!!!
ITFEELSSOGUCKIUNGOOD" and then his cock exploded, shooting out cum, while
Ben jerked the shaft, taking his mouth off the cock, so all could see the
boy's stream of white, sticky hot cum. it shot on his chest, on the floor
and on Ben's face, while Tom and Ken lapped at his balls and butt crack.
Steve continued to moan and moan.....and just sagged in the chair, totally
spent. Giving Steve a lesson in milking, Gene slowly rubbed the head of
Steve's penis, gently pulling back the foreskin, rubbing the cum over the
head, while the boy nearly shrieked and buckled. His dick and body was
extremely sensitive from cumming.

"Stop THAT. Oh SHIT! My God!!!!! Please! I can't stand it!!!! Please!
PLEASE! Stop! Oh. . . Fuck!!!! Stop!!!!!!! Oh GOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!!" Steve
begged. His entire body was nearly taunt and tense, straining to break free.
The sensation of having his dick - his body - touched after cumming was
almost unbearable. Within 15 minutes, the gentle polishing of his knob and
jerking of his shaft got him hard again, and in another 5, the poor boy was
convulsing into another unwanted orgasm. He shot a another full load! He
moaned "no more. . .please. . ...no more. . ..please. . .god. . ..."

Ken then took turns, and gently sucked the boy's cockhead, making him scream
and yell again, his body going taut, struggling to break free. He was even
MORE sensitive this time, after being made to cum a second time. The
screaming he made was a complete turn-on (the boy really had a filthy mouth
when he got mad!). Well each of the 8 guys had a turn in making this boy
come - right after each other. By the 5th time, he was just dribbling a
little cum (which we preserved in a large cup. By the 8th time he was
totally wasted and spent. The boy never had a work out like this - and never
experienced orgasms like this. It took just under 90 minutes. Thank god one
of the guys remembered to leave the video camera running for the duration.
(The tape was almost too intense to jerk off too by the way).