Straight Boy Cum Control Steve : Parts 14

With that one of the guys ripped the open cotton shirt off Steve completely,
while he screamed - his body grew rigid now. The guys looked at the hooded
boy, struggling, seeing his stretched out body - the tuffs of blondish brown
hair under his exposed sweaty armpits, his muscled chests and erect nipples
- his taut flat stomach and inviting bellybutton, his muscled tanned back.
His body was made all the more sexy with his low hanging pants, that just
showed a hint of the pubic hair and his asscrack. How sexy he looked.
Jacob nervously unbuckled Steve's belt, unbutton the pants and pulled down
the zipper, while Steve yelled "NO!!!!!!!" Two other guys yanked the baggy
sweaty khakis down to the boy's knees, while he tried to struggle, him
naked, his limp cock swinging back and forth - his tight clenched butt being
slapped by two of the guys, while Steve yelled. Without another word Todd
doubled up a thick black leather belt, and with every strength he could
muster brought it down hard on the boy's back, then again on the boy's tight
quivering butt, then again, again again.

Steve gasped and screamed at the first whip, then gritted his teeth, tensing
his entire body, willing himself to not give in to this. By the 8th strike
he was muttering "oh my god" trying not to scream. But the pain was too
much - as a wrestler he could do endure holds - but he had a weakness for
pain - at least this type of pain. By the 25th whip, Steve was crying
yelling "GOD NO...PLEASSSSSEEEEEE, PLEASE PLEASE OH GHOD
STOP...OKAY...OKAY...PLEASE!!!! TICKLE TORTURE!!! OH GOD...PLEASE...I'M
BEGGGING YOU...GOD....PLEASE!!!"

After 5 more whippings on Steve's back and butt, Todd stopped - the boys
looking at the tied up handsome boy, gasping, his back red from the whipping
- his butt red, shaking and now unclenched. The handsome straight boy was
sagging in his restraints. One of the guys - Jesse squatted down to sniff
the boy's sweaty crotch, smiling at the intense heady odor.

"Well...good Steve. And milking. Say "AND I want you to milk me too. Say it
or we will continue the whipping...."

For good measure Todd whipped the youth 10 more times, while he screamed,
squirming so much that the other guys had to add additional pressure from
their hands and legs to hold him down,

Steve, gasping, breathing hard, nodded, crying, "yes...yes....I'll do
anything. Fuck!!! Okay okay...please just stop...."

Todd whipped him 5 more times - hard. Steve screamed

"Oh fuck....Milk me too...god...stop...milk me and tickle torture
me....please...just stop....God..." Steve begged

Todd nodded to Ken and Jacob, Jesse and Eric as they closed in on the boy.
Steve was sweaty, and gasping for breath, tears coming down his face under
his hood. Ken pulled at his pants, yanking them to his lower legs, then
cutting them off with a knife. Steve still tried to struggle abit, but
stopped when Ken slapped his red ass hard. Ken sniffed the boy's pants
crotch, motioning to Todd, who sniffed it quickly. It was sweaty and
smelled extremely musky - full of Steve's boysweat and cum from the earlier
"sensual massage" session. It had a musky, pissy odor - very sexy and both
guys grew even more hornier at the prospect of getting this handsome youth -
and smelling a part of his clothing that was intimate.

Steve was now stretched out, tied to the ceiling beams and posts, his dick
limp, but creating a nice bulge. His body was limp from the whipping - but
his stomach was taut, his armpits and chest sweaty from the ordeal. The
five horny guys stared at the tied up boy and admired his beauty - and
admired how sexy he looked tied up. The smell was erotic.

Steve's mouth was slightly open - too scared to say another word. Todd said
"if you can withstand the tickling, well, then that will be it. But if you
can't - then you are going to be milked.. Understand this - we will take
pleasure in seeing you suffer either way - and you will suffer Steve for
fucking around with my girlfriend. I don't give a fuck what reasons or
excuses you come up with. You will suffer and anything more you say I will
make you suffer more dude.."

At that Ken slowly moved his fingers along Steve's sweaty ribcage, then
lightly touching his stomach and 6 pack abs, while another hand and fingers
danced lightly on the other side, lightly drilling his deep sweaty belly
button. Steve tried to resist this, his body going rigid, his teeth
clenched, but within 5 minutes started gasping, laughing, then laughing
hysterically. Steve's body shuddered and he prayed that the tickling would
stop - he couldn't stand it anymore. He was terrified that they wouldn't
stop - in a small part of his mind, he realized that this was what they
meant by "tickle torture". His skin grew more tingly and sensitive at the
thought - which made him even more ticklish. He groaned and screamed again
and again.

"GOD GOD GOD PLLLLEEEEEEEAAASE!!!!! HA AHA HA HA HA HA�." Steve laughed,
shrieked.

But it was just the beginning for Steve.

More in part 5