by Nick Evans
Lefty was such a dope! Here they were supposed to kidnap a young guy from the college and he arrives back at the cabin with the star half-back from the football team. A kid named Steve, a guy from the “wrong side of the tracks.” Big John looked at the big blond boy held up between two of his henchmen. The kid was built like a Greek god, his shirt ripped in several places showed a deep bronze tan. His muscular legs were encased in tight faded blue jeans which bulged at the crotch.
As usual, thought Big John, Lefty had been thinking of something else when the nab was made. “Take him into the bedroom and tie him to the bed before he wakes up,” ordered Big John. “And you. Lefty, stay with him until you are relieved! You damn fool!”
Lefty’s eyes watered and his mouth formed a smirk. Soon the two henchmen had tied the guy to the bed, spread-eagling him with each limb tied to a bed post. They left.
Lefty sat staring at the handsome boy. “It would be better if he was naked,” the thug pondered. “Then if he tries to make a get-away we could catch him fast because he can’t run around outside bare-assed.”
So with that. Lefty took out his knife and started cutting away the remains of Steve’s shirt, shoes and pants. He had the boy stripped down to his jockey shorts when his hand began trembling and the spit dripped from his chin. Deftly he slit the briefs and pulled them from beneath the small ass of the unconscious victim. Lefty moaned with joy as he viewed the over-large cock and two large plum-shaped balls. Gently he slipped his cupped fingers under Steve’s genitals and lifted them out of their pressed-down condition. The young man was not circumsized…all the more fun for me, thought Lefty. What a big tool this guy had, and Lefty’s fingers gently encircled the big soft prick and slowly, so slowly pushed the foreskin back, revealing the deep pink head.
Steve started to moan returning to consciousness. “Oh my head! Where am I? Hey! Where are my clothes? What am I doing tied up like this? Who are you?”
Lefty smiled. “I’m glad you’re awake, Big boy. No use in wasting my best efforts on someone who’s out like a light.”
As Lefty’s fingers ran up into Steve’s sweating armpits and across the massive chest fondling each nipple as it crawled like a spider, the boy squirmed and muttered, “Hey! Cut that out you drooling fairy! Don’t, please don’t.”
“You must be really hot, sonny,” Lefty murmured. “Look at you big rod—it’s getting hard and my god look at the size—you must have twelve inches there!” Sure enough Steve was in a state of full erection and now the guys hands really went to work. Steve had been in training all that fall and had refrained from all sexual activity for two months… not even jacking off. He had not even allowed himself to pet with his girl-friends for fear of a spontaneous ejaculation. His best girl, had a special way of rubbing up against that stiff iron bar in his pants that always made him shoot his stuff, messing up his good pants. And now! Here was this guy jerking the spread-eagled young athlete off. Steve had to admit that his captor was skilled in his job. The long fingers grasped the boy’s pounding organ, sliding up and down, up and down, pulling the foreskin off the deep red head of his cock, then covering it again with deep folds of the pliant skin.
Every time Lefty stripped Steve’s rod he would bend down and blow air gently over the throbbing tip to cool it. “I don’t want you to come too fast!” He explained to the helpless boy. But still he increased the pace of his hands, jerking faster and faster. About two minutes of this torture and young Steve’s hips started to move up and down and a soft moan issued from his lips.
“Oh! O-ooo! Oh Christ! I’m coming, you frigginbastard, I’m coming! I’m coming off!”
And with that the young half-back gave up his load, showering Lefty with his thick creamy man-juice. Lefty had pulled the foreskin way off the young guy’s hot cock, leaving it blood red and shining with come as it stood like an iron bar shooting hot steaming come into the air, staining the bed and the clothes of the jerking man, shooting out over his own thickly muscled torso, dripping from Lefty’s face. Steve could feel Lefty massaging his balls together just as the guy was shooting. Steve sagged in the ropes that bound him, moaning and groaning as Lefty’s skilled fingers massaged the sticky fluid into his body. Then he opened his eyes to see Lefty actually licking his fingers, savoring the last few drops of the guy’s come.
Lefty got up “I’ll be back, for some more of your come, later,” he murmured in the athlete’s ear. Steve turned his head from the hot breath and with the exhaustion that comes after sex fell asleep.
He awoke some time later to hear voices. One was Lefty’s. “You should see it when he gets a hard-on. I measured it when he was sleeping and it is seven inches long soft, so you can imagine what it looks like when he’s stiff.”
Slowly Steve opened his eyes and saw a big red-haired guy. Steve found out his name was Bill since just then Lefty invited him to play with his cock.
Lefty was saying, “Bill you skin the kid’s cock back, really strip it while I suck his big balls!”
Bill grinned and said, “sure, kid, anything to have a good time.”
Steve glanced down and saw Lefty take both his big balls into his mouth at once. The tongue and lips tossed the boy’s scrotum to right and left. As Bill skinned him back he got a hard-on. Better than the last. When the guy saw the hardened pole so hard, so throbbing, he bent down and started to suck. He sucked on Steve’s big cock hard, trying to draw his very vitals out thru the tip. Down he would go in it, his lips sucking the very base of the cock while Steve’s glans was somewhere down his throat. With the guy sucking the prick and the guy sucking the balls, poor Steve didn’t stand a chance. So for the second time in half an hour he shot his wad, nearly choking Bill with the profuseness of it. Bill swallowed as fast as he could but still a good deal of Steve’s hot come dripped from his lips.
“All right, you bastards! What the hell is going on here?” It was Big John standing in the doorway with a big cigar hanging from his cruel lips. Bill lifted his head from the still shooting cock while Lefty tried to cover the quivering genitals of the young guy with his hands.
“You think I asked you to tie this young punk up so that you two could fuck him?” Big John snarled. “Tie him up to that overhead beam. Lefty, and you Bill go get the bull whip out of the car.”
Steve began to sweat with terror as he was tied to the beam, his feet just touching the floor. He could tell that Big John would do almost anything to him from the gleam in his eye. He watched Big John circle behind him and heard him mutter to Lefty “Open his legs—spread ‘em wide apart.”
Then the boy was spread-eagled from the beam—all his extremities pulled apart. Steve’s tight young ass hardened as he felt Big John’s fingers caress them.
“Boy, look at that big bag of balls on the kid!” And Big John chuckled as he thrust the lit end of his cigar against the underside of Steve’s scrotum. The burning tip seared into the tender pink skin making him cry out with pain.
“That’s just the beginning, sonny,” the guy muttered. “I’ll fix your ass good before we’re through!”
Then Big John took a pipe and thrust it into the boy’s ass. The cold iron shaft entered the victim’s ass as he writhed and groaned with anguish. “The next thing up your tight little ass might be a big cock. How would you like that, sonny boy?”
Lefty in the meantime was muttering little words of approval to his sadistic boss.
“Go get him!” he would whisper. “Squeeze his balls until he passes out!” Then he started sucking and licking the hard cock that stood up like a red hot poker from the muscular young torso.
Bill entered with the bull whip. And Big John, leaving the pipe hanging from Steve’s quivering ass began to lash his back and thighs and bare ass. When the young giant was covered with great long welts on his ass the guy moved to the front, pushing Lefty away from the cock and balls. Then he lay on with the whip and gave Steve’s chest and belly and flanks a severe lashing, concentrating on the pelvic area.
Lefty grabbed Big John’s arm and cried: “Don’t hit his basket any more! Please! If his prick gets too many lashes with the whip it will be too sore to jack off.”
Big John must have realized this was true because he ceased beating the boy and instead started tormenting his large plum-sized balls. He grabbed one in each hand and pulled them down, then apart and then crashed them one against the other with a great force. Steve fell slack in his ropes, fainting with the pain.
The muscular youth regained consciousness to feel the pipe removed from his sore asshole and Lefty giving him a tongue job in his ass. Oh! It felt so much better to have that warm snake-like tongue bathing the inner reaches of his lower colon. The boy looked down to see his cock getting hard again. They would never stop tormenting his cock as long as he kept getting a hard-on. Now Big John stepped up to his hanging form to begin jerking him off.
