Power Ranger, More like Power Bottom

As I entered my hotel suite in Pensacola, Florida, there was a message on the middle of the television screen stating, “Welcome Sean Callahan” and to the left was an on-screen directory of hotel services.  Fancy!  I dropped my bags and ran around the top level suite exploring the spacious and intricate layout, offering a distinct separation between the sleeping and living areas.  I had booked a regular room, but was given an upgrade since all the regular rooms were occupied.  I book a room almost a year ago once some of my on-line friends and I decided to attend Pensacon.  Pensacon is an all-inclusive pop culture convention for the fan community, spanning the genres of comics, anime, sci-fi, horror, gaming, and fantasy.

I am obsessed with superhero’s, especially Power Rangers.  Power Rangers was a popular television show that I watch during my childhood.  It was a team of youths recruited and trained by a mentor to morph into the eponymous Power Rangers, able to use special powers and pilot immense assault machines, called Zords, to overcome the periodic antagonists.  When "morphed," the rangers are wearing color-coded skin-tight spandex suits and helmets with opaque visors; identical except in individual rangers' color, helmet design, and minor styling such as incorporating a skirt for the ladies.

While attending college, I joined a Power Rangers Group on Facebook and connected with people who have similar interests.  Eventually, a subgroup was established with myself and four other ranger fans (college students consisting of two men and two ladies).  A friendship grew and we decided to attend Pensacon and dress as members of the first Power Rangers entry known as the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.  I chose to be the blue ranger.  One the ladies said it was a great choice since the royal blue would go well with my burnt orange hair and deep blue eyes.

I took a quick shower and began getting dress in my costume.  First, I slipped on a royal blue pouch thong that was sent to me by one of my ranger friends.  He bought corresponding colors for all the guys to wear under their spandex suits.  He said all the guys needed to wear these undergarments in order to keep our junks tight and avoid unsightly underwear lines.  It is risqué underwear that I would have never had purchased for myself.  I hated the feel of the string of the thong between my ass cheeks.  I hated the see-through fabric.  I looked in the mirror and blushed.  I am self-conscious about my appearance and seeing myself only wearing this bulge enhancing thong was overwhelming.  I have an average length penis, but a large penis girth with a huge mushroom tip.  Also, I have large shell-pink testicles which meant when I was younger; I had greater sperm production and higher levels of testosterone which brought with it a whole host of other side effects; acne, stunted growth, and weight gain.  Even though I now have perfectly clear alabaster skin, a 28” waist, tone body, and broad shoulders; I still see myself as the chunky, pizza face, red-headed kid with a constant hard-on.

I suited up.  The spandex hugged every nook and cranny.  Now I see the need for the constricting undergarment.  Due to having lesser material, it enhanced my bulge and provided a flattering silhouette.  I slipped on my white wide calf boots.  I finished fixing my short shaggy hair, grabbed my helmet and headed to the lobby.  I had an hour before meeting up with everyone at the entrance of the Pensacola Bay Center, an indoor arena, where Pensacon is being held.

It was amazing to see all the people dressed in costumes in the lobby.  I felt I was among my people.  Sailor Moon, Cleopatra, Xena the Warrior Princess and many other sexy women in cosplay costumes.  I could feel the blood rush to my nether regions.  

Suddenly, I was approached by a tall Asian man.  He was dressed in jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket and cowboy boots; all in black.  He had thick salt and pepper slick back hair.  He said, “Excuse me.  My name is Archie Lee, a Marvel Cinematic Universe’s Cast Director.  Yesterday, we had a casting call for a new superhero film which will be produced by Marvel Studios.  I wished you had audition because you would have been perfect for one of the supporting roles in the film.  Do you have a minute to talk?”  I stuttered, “Me?  What?  Be in a movie?  Me?  Sorry.  I mean, sure, I like to know more.”  

Archie asked me to join him at the hotel bar.  Archie ordered a double scotch and soda for the both of us.  I never tried hard liquor but didn’t want to offend him by not accepting his hospitality.  As we drank, he explained the casting call was for small roles for a new X-Men film.  The part he thought I was perfect is for a character known as Banshee.  Banshee, an Irish mutant, possesses a "sonic scream", capable of harming enemies’ auditory systems and causing physical vibrations.  He is named after the banshee, a legendary female spirit from Irish mythology, said to possess a haunting cry.  Archie said I had the right look with my red hair, chiseled face, and lean muscular physique to play the part.  It was the first time that a stranger complimented me for my physical appearance and I was filled with gratitude.  I explained that I was flattered, but I was not an actor.  Archie said that being a trained actor was not a prerequisite since this dramatic role had no speaking parts.  He explained in the film, various X-Men’s villains including Mystique, Stryfe and Rogue teams up with the plan to capture members of the X-Men and their superhero associates and rob them of their superpowers.  Rogue is depicted as a mutant, a subspecies of humans born with an “X-gene" that grants superhuman abilities.  She is capable of absorbing the life force, attributes, memories, and superpowers of anyone through physical touch.  Most of the few scenes in the film including Banshee will be him in restraints and most importantly, gagged; so he can’t use his “sonic scream” awaiting Rouge to rob him of his superpower.  The good news is that this movie may lead to a spin-off movie featuring Banshee.

I told Archie that I was interested.  He explained that he was the only remaining casting crew in the area.  Archie could at least conduct an initial audition by taking some photos, get some biographical information and have me sign some standard forms.  It would take less than thirty minutes.  Archie will share the photos and information with the casting team when they meet in a couple of days to discuss casting options.  If chosen for consideration, Marvel Studios would make arrangements for me to travel to Burbank, California for a second audition.  Without hesitation, I agreed to an initial audition.  Archie brought his glass up to his lips and suggested we chug our drinks down.  I did and nearly choked.

Archie asked for my room number since he would have to retrieve his camera, props for the photos, and forms from his rental car.  He needed to depart the hotel shortly thereafter in order to arrive at the airport at least an hour before his flight departs; so they would have to rush through the audition.  I gave him the room number and headed to my suite.

I simply can’t believe it!  What if I am cast in a major motion picture?  Me!  A twenty-year-old nobody from a small town in Mississippi reared by poor Southern Baptist parents.  I’m the first one of my family to go to college.   I am paying my college tuition with money I make at a minimum wage job.  What will my family, friends, and work associates at Wal-Mart think of me when they see me on the big screen?  I need this!  I don’t want to work forever at Wal-Mart.  I want to be famous.  I want to be desired by women and envied by men.  I don’t know if I am just tipsy, but I was feeling euphoric.  I wanted to ignore my inner voice that was telling me that something was not right; not safe.  Maybe, I should pray.

There was a knock at the door.  I opened it and Archie entered with a large roller bag.  He removed his leather jacket and threw it on the sofa in the living area.  His biceps seemed as big as my waist.  I decided to make small talk and asked about his job.  Archie said it was a funny story.  He actually is an emergency physician.  He met his wife in med school and they had two children.  His wife has a successful dermatology clinic and spa and one of her clients is an executive with Marvel Studios.  A friendship developed between this executive, her spouse, Archie and his wife.  As a joke, he told the executive he would love to work in the movie industry.  She offered him a job as a casting director.  He still works in an ER a couple times a month, but his current job gives him better hours, more pay, and extra time with his family.

I felt comfortable with Archie.  He is a physician and devoted family man.  He pulled out a camera and said he would start with some headshots and then some of my full body.  As he started clicking away, he began directing me in how I should pose.  Archie began looking at the digital photos and said they simply would not work.  He showed me the photos and said the close-ups of my face were perfect, but the head to toe photos were not great due to the costume I was wearing and the poor lighting in the room.  Archie said it was a prerequisite in the cast call the previous day that the men could strip down to shorts or swim suit.  He explained that the superhero costumes are unforgiving and the cast chosen have to have the right physical makeup.  He said, “If you get the part to play Banshee, you will be wearing a form-fitting green suit with a yellow triangle in front that will become a high collar in the back.  You will be wearing matching tight yellow gloves and boots.  The signature of this costume though is the black and yellow winglike stripes, connecting the arms to the hips.  So your torso, arms, legs and buttocks have to be right.  He remarked, that he could tell I have the right body type, but these photos didn’t depict reality.  I apologized and said I didn’t pack shorts or swim trunks.  Archie said, “Wait.  Are you wearing underwear.  If so, that will work.  I just can’t photograph you in the nude.”  I gave an affirmative nod.  He said, “Great.  Strip quickly.  Our time is running out.”  I said, “OK.  But, well, it’s not normal underwear.  I was told I had to wear this…this…this…well, like a g-string, I guess.  I can put on boxers if you want.”  Archie said, “What you have on now will be fine.  As long as your privates are covered, we are good.  Hurry on now”

I kicked off my boots, unzipped the costume and removed the garment.  As I stood there, in the string briefs, I began losing courage or confidence.  This is a disconcerting experience.  The tiniest amount of fabric is the only thing keeping me from being nude in front of another male…something that is unnerving for me.  The pouch is giving me a noticeable bulge…the fabric is clinging to my gentleman's package…holding tight to everything around it..showing off every bit of what I got…especially noticeable is the outline of my corona…the rounded and projecting border that forms at the base of my glans penis…the tip of my penis.  The narrow strip of fabric at the back…leaving my buttocks exposed…is so uncomfortable…feeling like my bum cheeks are trying to swallow the piece of string…causing me to want to un-pick myself.  My hands went directly in front to cover my crotch.  

Archie looked me over and said, “Fantastic!  You have great waist to hip ratio, waist to shoulder ratio, height and ring finger to index finger ratio.  I surprised he mention my height since I am only 5’7”.  Archie explained the stars of the film are less than 6” and it would look weird if I was taller than the actors playing the main X-Men roles.  He asked how I achieved my “lean with hard, toned muscle body?”  I admitted that I worked out almost daily for a year so I would look decent in the Power Ranger costume.  Archie said, “Good job!  You should be proud of your accomplishment.”

Archie then pulled out of his luggage a unique black leather armbinder device.  He said it was a prototype of the restraint that will be used in the movie to bind Banshee’s arms and hands behind his back.  The one that will be used in the film will look like steel.  It suppose to keep Banshee vulnerable to any evil torment the villains in the film might want to inflict.   Archie went behind me and said, “I’ll just need to fasten the arm straps around your biceps and then cross your forearms in the cuff above your waist.  There is a buckle in each bicep cuff and three locking buckles in the large forearms cuff which I will have to secure.  All the straps are adjustable so it will take a minute to get you fitted.”  I allowed him to pull my arms behind my back and he began fastening the straps.  I felt so little and awkward as he towered behind me.  He was so tall and broad.  His booted foot was resting on the side of one of my bare feet.  Damn!  Are those like size twelve?  I made a mental note that my next purchase would be boots, like those.  Easily it will make me a couple of inches taller.  Pointed toe and black with a high-gloss coating.  It sounded so manly as Archie walked around, especially the clacking noise the heels of the boots made when he walked across the tiled floor in the kitchenette.  Something in my nether regions stirred.  I guess it is my obsession with men’s shoes.  I mean, I like loafers, wingtips, boots…not like erotically interested…well, maybe.   A little bit of clear, colorless, viscous fluid emitted from my urethra.  I looked down and saw a single shiny droplet of dew that had escaped the thin fabric of the thong.  Is it pee since I’m nervous…is it an all-natural lubricant that is usually generated when aroused?  It is the latter…wearing spicy underwear crafted to ignite passion…the sensation of another person's touch…anticipation of accidentally being touched in an erogenous zones…an area of my body with a high concentration of nerve endings that can lead to sexual pleasure.  I was afraid Archie would notice the clear, mucus-like liquid resting on my fabric-covered penis tip.  Instinctively, I wanted to swab off the moisture, but my hands were fastened behind my back.

As he worked, he proudly reported he came up with the idea of this “bondage arm muff.”  He designed it to hold Banshee’s arms in a folded position behind his back.  I could feel him fasten and readjust the three straps on the muff to ensure my forearms were secured together.  Next, he attached a leather cuff around each upper arm.  Each bicep cuff had attached straps that buckled together, just below my rhomboid muscles, in the middle of my upper back.  Then both parts were joined together via two buckles located just above the top of the arm muff.  Archie made many adjustments to the buckles…making the straps tighter…immobilizing my arms.  I felt manhandled as he pushed and shoved me around while securing me in the kink gear.  Once all of the components were fixed in place, he asked if get out of the device.  Of course, I knew I could not, but I tried…I pulled…I twisted.  I was thankful I was flexible and could comfortably wear this prototype of the restraints that will be used in the movies.  Luckily, the lining was made from soft lambskin which was lightly padded and quilted.  Archie commented that there was an additional D-ring on the body of the muff which is conveniently placed for attaching other restraints.  Other restraints?  Damn!  The penis dew that had formed is now a little bit of dripping liquid.  I prayed it would hit the floor before Archie sees it.

Next, he grabbed a box from his luggage and pulled out of it what looked like a red ball attached to a mouth guard with black strapped dangling down.  Archie said, he could not take credit for this since it was purchased off the Internet.  He read from the box, “The Tongue Trapper Gag is the pinnacle of silencing apparel.  You will not find a gag that is more mouth filling and effective than this item.  Specially designed to entirely fill the mouth and create a cavity for the tongue to be slotted into, rendering the wearer even more helpless.  You will be amazed at just how effective this item is.  This gag is specifically designed out of a squishier silicone called TPE that will almost mold into your mouth for an extremely full and satisfying feeling.  The Darlex strap is perfect for wearing for a long time, it has a great deal of stretch to it and is very soft to the touch.  This allows for several things: if you are looking for an extremely comfortable gag to wear, this item will not chafe in the corners of your mouth like other rougher gags.  On the flip side, if you are looking to pull a gag tighter than you've ever pulled a gag before, this item is also your friend.  Because of the stretch of the material the strap is made of, it can snug up to a very strict level.”  Did Archie buy this in one of those sex shops…one with a back room filled with BDSM supplies?  I said, “Is it a necessity that I wear that gag in the photos?  I mean, the gag and this thing binding my arms are bordering on perversion.”  Archie said it was necessary since part of rendering Banshee helpless was taking away his ability to emit his "sonic scream.”  He chuckled and commented that he could not believe I used a word like “perversion” since this is how the character will be betrayed in a PG-13 movie.  Before I could protest any further, he placed the tip of the gag to my lips.  As he instructed, I inserted my tongue in the cavity and he forced the gag in my mouth.  He maneuvered my lips over the the end of what looked like a mouth guard.  My lips encircle the ball of the gag.  The gag buckled in the back by using a side release buckle, which made it easy for Archie to both secure and tighten the gag.  “Mmmmuufff.”  Fudge!  Why did he have to make it so tight?  I said, “Archie, please loosen the strap.  Could we just take the photos?  Quickly?  I am a little freaked out with…well…being bound…I mean…with what little clothing I have on…it has gotten a little weird.  Archie heard, “uhhh eee mmmm eee uuummm mmuuuff uuu.”  Archie laughed and said, “Dude.  Sorry.  I couldn’t understand anything you said.  The gagger really works.”

Archie then stood in front of me and said that he now he “gets it.”  He could see how seeing an attractive man in bondage would be sexually stimulating.  Did he just say I am attractive?  Oh.  Oh.  I just had an another accidental discharge of pre-seminal fluid.  I instinctively looked down to assess the accidental discharge and when I looked back at Archie; I caught him starring straight at the moist stained pouch of my g-string.  His expression his face was like a smile…with a slight raising of one corner of his upper lip…like a sneering look.

Archie returned to his luggage as he looked for something.  I became strangely uncomfortable.  I would be ashamed for anyone to know of my predicament, since it was too stupid to be believed.  I am bound, gagged, and wearing a sheer thong.  I have an uncontrollable weepy dick.  The arm binder was making my chest bow out causing me to stick out my ass in order to keep my balance.  I looked down to see that my bell end of my penis position forward as if was pointing at Archie.  I kept reminding myself that he is a trained physician who has seen thousands of nude or semi-nude men.  He probably is not phased by the copious amount of clear mucoid fluid staining my undergarment.  No big deal.  If this is what it takes to be a movie star, then I will have to just power through.

Archie pulled out some hemp rope and said, “This will do.  I need to tie your ankles together.  This is where it may be beneficial for additional clothing since the rope is almost the color of your skin.”  He looked over and saw my discarded clothes on the floor in the bedroom that I wore on the flight to Pensacola.  He found my dirty, royal blue thick and thin over the calf socks.  He announced, “These will work nicely.”  One at a time, he had me lift my legs behind me and slipped on the socks.  Archie said, “These are some fancy socks.  Probably cost you a pretty penny.  They look good and almost a perfect match for your banana hammock.”  As he straightened the seams of the socks and stretched the fabric to get out the wrinkles, I felt a dribble of more pre-juice ooze from my urethra opening.  Why do I keep leaking so much?  Please.  Please.  Please.  Stop touching me.  Stop talking about my socks.  I have this weird fetish for men’s vintage dress socks, like they wear in the Mad Men television series.  Every chance I get, I wear fashionable clothes and wear such dress socks.  It sort of inspires me to become a successful businessman…wearing a suit every weekday…beautiful leather dress shoes…fancy dress socks…unique dress socks such as bright colors, smooth silky sheer fabric, and/or thick-and-thin stitching.  These are are my current favorites.  They are Stacy Adams Men's Silky Rib Crew Dress Socks.  The socks are only sheer with ribs from the ankle up and the foot section is reinforced in the heal and toes for maximum support and longevity.  The nylon band is made of lycra and spandex which ensures the socks stay up all day with no sock slippage.  The thought that Archie also may share in my obsession and the fact he seems to be admiring them through touch and his breathing seemed heavier, gives me the impression the socks were turning him on.  He continued kneading my calves and kept talking about the socks with using words like, “elegant”, “lustrous”, and “fine.”

This is all wrong.  I want to be released.  I wished I could speak.  I mean I tried, but since my mouth is stuffed, it sounded like sex moans that I make when I pleasure myself.  I can’t believe I got myself in this situation.  I had not noticed that Archie had formed a ring around my ankles with the double up hemp rope and pulled the loose ends through the loop at the end of rope which caused me to move my feet to be pulled together.  He wrapped the rope around a couple of times, separated the ends, and he held each end of the rope in each of his hands.  He passed the right end over then under the rope in his left hand.  Archie then passed the rope end in his left hand over then under the one in his right.  He tightened by pulling both running ends at the same time and then tied the ends in knots.  Way too tight!  It was if I was wearing handcuffs on my ankles.  All the time my socked feet were being bound, I would feel Archie’s warm breath on my bare ass.  

Archie began rambling, “Rope is a common material used to restrain someone in movies and televion shows.  They may also use duct tape, leather cuffs, chord, zip ties, neckties, and other tools of restraint, but rope is more rustic and romantic.  Rope calls to mind of lost boys, like Peter Pan who you could play in a movie, getting captured by horny pirates and tied to the mast — and all the wonderful scenarios that follow…the scene in Arsenic and Old Lace when Cary Grant’s character is bound and gagged just after he said, ‘He sits there waiting to be tied up and gagged.’…not to mention the numerous times Robin was tied up with rope in the Batman television series - well, let’s just say there were a lot of missed opportunities.”  The entire time he was talking, he was gently caressing the rope tied taut around my ankles.  Why was he talking so much about his fascination of rope…bondage…horny pirates…helpless people…specifically, males being tied up?   More clear, mucus-like liquid oozed from the tip of my penis and dampened the fabric of the thong around my penis tip.  I looked down at the knots securing my ankles.  Easily I can untie the knots, if I had the use of my fingers.

Archie stood up and walked across the living area to retrieve his camera.  He was about 15’ from where I was standing.  He pointed the camera in my direction looked in the lens.  He expressed his concerned that I was too close to the window and the natural light was washing me out.  Archie suggested I stand in the middle of the living area for better photo results.  Damn it.  That means I will have to hop.  Archie seemed impatient and said, “Hurry up.  I don’t have all day.”  I complied and bounced on the balls of my feet to the center of the room.  I felt the heavy pouch of my thong bobbled with each bounce.  I could hear noise what I would describe as moist smacking due to the slippery prejuice.  Ffffffuuuuuccckkkk!  The friction between the exceptional softness of the thong and the skin of my private parts as I bounced caused me to get semi-erect.  I looked down and could see the waistband was not snug around my waist.  I could also see my freshly manscaped pubs.  Archie noticed that my thong was now wonky and he asked me to adjust my underwear.  All I could do was look at him with an inquisitive look.  He laughed and said he forgot I had no use of my hands so he would make the adjustments.  Archie walked back to where I was standing and used his hand to push my fabric covered semi-erect penis pointed up and laid flatter against my mons pubis area and then he jostled my testicles.  As if he could read my mind…wondering why his fingertips lingered…up and down the base of my dick…circling my ball sack..he laughed and said not worry since he was a professional.   He said he had to ensure no skin of my privates and pubic hair were visible.  Once he was satisfied that everything was contained in the pouch of the thong, he used the pad of his thumb to remove any trace of glistening droplets I had left behind on the undergarment and simply wiped his thumb clean on his jeans.  Did that just happen?  I just got touched…I mean, he rubbed his thumb across my tip…my sensitive piss hole…causing my external urethra meatus to open…dipping in…finding more clear sticky liquid in my manhood.  I did nothing to stop it from happening.  Well…what could I have done?  I mean I was incapable of stopping him.  It was so weird to feel his hands touch me like that with only of the thinnest of fabric keeping it from being skin-to-skin contact.  I looked over at him as he was fiddling with his camera and could see the wet spot on his jeans.  Oh shit!  Did he just stick the pad of his thumb in his mouth?  Doesn’t he remember that it was just used to transfer my precum from the thong to his jeans?  He didn’t seem to either noticed or care that his thumb probably tasted salty.  Why am I hard!?!  My spidy-sense…what I call my an enhanced sixth sense that warns me of impending danger…what manifests as a tingling sensation…was giving me a prickling feeling all over my skin…like pins and needles…which would usually allow me to react quickly…avoid harm…but, I was incapable to react…unable to escape. 

Archie began taking photos.  He said, “OK.  Look as if you are angry.”  I did my best scowl by changing my facial expression in which I brought my eyebrows together and wrinkled my forehead to indicate displeasure.  Next he said, “Try to free yourself at the same time of using your superhero power, I mean the sonic scream.”  I tried to pull my hands free while attempting to yell.  “Mmmuuup.”  I barely made a sound.  The gag was effective especially since it immobilized my tongue.  It was as if it lessened the air flow up from my lungs and practically paralyzed my vocal cords.  Archie said, “Photos are looking good.  You know, you sort of look like the actor who played Bubba in the 1980’s comedy series called Mama’s Family.  Not as tall and you’re more muscular, but you look like him in the face.  Ok.  For the final photos, I need you to looked like you just realized you are the dumbest fucker ever since you let some random guy trick you into being bound and gagged for the purpose of sexually abusing you.”  What?  Is he joking?  He’s a doctor.  A husband?  A father?  Wait.  Was it all a lie?  Wait.  What does he mean by sexually abusing?  Archie, if that is his real name, grabbed a large knife out of the drawer in the kitchenette area.  He said, “Don’t make me use this.” 

Archie was taken it all in.  Sean was wiggling and bouncing in a vain attempt to escape.  Making grunting noises…beautiful fucking low, short guttural sounds.  He went from erect to semi-erect due to fear, but it is just a matter of time before he is hard again.  All that ground up Viarga I snuck in his liquor will be in full effect after an hour when he ingested the drug and all that blood will be flowing to his tube steak.  It is part of the experience.  Sean will be hard and confused why he has a boner.  It will also look better in the photos and video that I will keep as souvenirs along with those sexy over-the-calf dress socks.

Archie was again victorious in tricking some comic geek into letting him restrain them.  He finds most of his victims at these all-inclusive pop culture conventions.  Archie always amazes himself how quickly he can come up with a plausible story for a reason to trust him to put them in bondage gear.  For Archie, it is mostly about the power and control.  In reality, he has not accomplished much in life.  High school drop out, living pay check to pay check, unsuccessful relationships, and on and on.  But kidnapping young male studs and using them as inanimate objects toward whom his sexual energy can be directed made him feel like a god.  Weird, huh?  He rather be in intimate relationships with women, but his fantasies involve raping cute little male geeks.  Those little shits who are more successful…educated…straight.  He came to the conclusion that this is the population that would be less likely to report they were victims of an unlawful sexual activity and intercourse carried out forcibly while being incapable of giving valid consent because of being restrained, drugged, and/or unconsciousness in comparison to more masculine males…athletes…blue-collar workers.

Sean is his greatest prize.  He is so sexy.  That compact little body, bubble butt, chisel face, practically hairless body, and that red hair!  Copper mahogany?  I always had a thing for gingers!  Also, his big old package!  In those bounceable bulge high-waisted thong bikini underwear.  What the fuck!  This schmuck has no ideal how sexy he is and what a gift to have those beautiful jewels.  I almost creamed in my pants when he stripped down and seeing him in that g-string cling shit.  I mean, the sheer fabric is being stretched to the limit and I can see every detail of that tube steak and spicy meatballs.  I am going to eat good tonight!  I can even see that he has just a small patch of pubic hair.  Good news!  The carpet matches the drapes.  I can’t wait to make this little cute leprechaun endure some cock and ball torture.  Look at him dripping.  I think he is a little excited.

Archie walked over.  Sean looked at him with his big sad puppy eyes and began grunting.  Poor thing is unable to form any words.  The gag was the best $80 that I have ever spent.  No way will anyone be able to hear his barely audible screams.  Not to mention, how lucky I am that he has this nice suite on the top floor and the separate bedroom and bathroom are located on the corner of the hotel; so, these rooms do not sharing walls with other rooms occupied by other hotel guest.  In a minute, I will turn on the televisions in the living area and bedroom to help drown any possible noises that are made as I am having my fun with my little defenseless toy.  

Archie grabbed the top of my thick hair and pulled backwards; forcing me to make eye contact with him.  “Mmuuufff.”  My bare rump was pressed against one of his thighs.  He is so tall and strong.  He has a weapon.  What am I going to do?  There is no way to free my arms which are kept securely folded in the middle of my back.  I’m hobbled so I can’t run away.  I already know I can’t yell for help.  How stupid am I?  Why did I not trust my initial instincts that this guy was no good?  I guess my judgement was clouded with the hopes to be rich and famous; not to mention slightly drunk.  What are his intentions with me?  Ransom?  My family doesn’t have any money.  Is he going to use that 8-inch slicing knife to cut out my organs and sell them on the black market?  Then I felt his hand down my torso and he lightly squeezed my penis crown.  Oh no.  Archie was not kidding.  He is going to sexually abuse me.  I think I would rather he cut out my organs.  “You’ll never get away with this,” I attempted to growl into the gag, but the bemused smile of my captor told me that he didn’t understand my garbled muted words.

As Archie squeezed Sean’s sausage noggin, he could not help but be amazed at the size and how it was so squishy.  The silky fabric allowed his fingers to glide effortlessly over his crotch so he could trace every bulging vein of Sean’s fuck dick and feel the smoothness of his plum satchel.  He was getting a rush from seeing the fear in Sean’s piercing blue eyes since it just became evident that he was simply a sexual object for me to enjoy and he no choice in the matter.  I bet no one, much less a man, had ever touched his dick.  Yep.  Getting hard.  I bet he hates it.  I bet he thinks he can will himself from having an erection.  No such luck, buddy.  It is all about the friction.  Not to mention his system is full of an erectile dysfunction medication.  Archie began become a little more aggressive with his caressing.  Whoa!  More dick tears.  Let me get a handful.  As I grabbed his entire basket area and squeezed, I felt the intense steamy heat of his loins.  Sean’s entire package was about the size of a softball.  Tears swelled up in Sean’s eyes and began rolling down his cheek.  He was shaking like a leaf.  Leaking eyes and cock.  Hot!  I reached under and began slapping lightly under his undercarriage of his manbuldge.  Archie was enjoying the sight of his captive’s buldge bouncing around.  His own dick was rock hard.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.  “Sean!  It’s Tim.  Are you in there?’  Archie froze with one hand still in my hair and the other was gripping my groin.  Without hestitation, I yelled, “Help me!  Help me!  Call the police!  I am being held hostage!  He is going to rape and kill me!”  Muuuffffff.   Muuuffffff.  Barely audible.

Archie had not plan that anyone would be looking for Sean.  Shit!  The motherfucker got a little ballsy and thought he scream for help.  However, there would be no way Sean could be heard.  Archie could barely hear the scream which sounded like, “hum hum aaahh aah muuumm eeee.”  He just knew Sean was doing his best since he face turned beat red and his veins in his neck were bulging since the gag was not allowing any air or much noise escape from around the gag.  Archie quickly bent over and hoisted Sean on his shoulder and rapidly carried Sean with a tight, secure grip on his left ass cheek into the bedroom.  He closed the door as quietly as possible.  Archie then threw Sean onto his back on the bed.  To the left was a partially opened mirrored sliding closet door with a white terrycloth robe hanging inside.  Archie grabbed the sash from the robe, flipped Sean over, bent his legs backwards, passed one end of sash between Sean’s bound ankles and the other end of sash was pulled under and then over the arm muff restraint through a D-ring, pulled tight, and then tied the two ends in a quick granny knot.  Archie left Sean in a hogtie position as he closed the bedroom door and headed to the door.  He looked through the peephole and saw young people in different color costumes with one, I assume Tim, knocking on the door.  Next I saw him fiddle with his phone and then I heard the ringing of a phone in the living area.  I quickly grabbed the phone and made my way back inside the bedroom.  I closed the door and hoped they did not hear me running around or the ringing of the phone.  I looked at the phone and saw the incoming call was from a guy named Tim and the image on the screen looked like the guy knocking on the door.  Handsome.  In an ideal world, Tim would also be his victim.  The things he could do with two helpless boys.  It dawned to Archie that Sean must be part of a group.  Damn!  I have an idea.  After the phone stopped ringing, I shoved the phone towards Sean’s face which unlocked the phone.  I found Tim’s contact information and began composing a text message.  He wrote, “Hey Tim.  Couldn’t answer the phone since I am in the ER.  Just found out that I have COVID.  I am fine.  Just have to isolate myself for a couple of days.  So sorry.”  Tim text back, “No need to apologize.  We will miss you at the convention.  Text me if you need anything.”  Archie felt a wave of relief.  Crisis adverted.

Archie looked over at Sean.  He was trying to get himself free.  Archie was happy Sean was struggling since it was a definite turn on.  Those tease muscles in his arms, back, legs….damn!  Cute little fucker.  Being hogtied suited him.  His glutes and calve muscles looked great as he struggled to get free.  Look at those little stocking feet just flopping around.  Size 8s?  Maybe 9s.  I reached over and took a foot in each hand and began massaging Sean’s soles with my thumbs.  I could smell a faint odor which is best described as vanilla, patchouli, leather and sweat.  The deep massaging caused his toes to curl toward me.  It was a clear invitation to suck some toes.  

Sean felt defeated.  He can’t believe his friends were just on the other side of the door.  Why did they leave?  Who was Archie messaging to on my phone?  He was amazed how easily Archie just picked him up and threw him around like a rag doll.  He is very strong.  Sean sized him up while Archie was texting on the phone. He had to be about 6’5”.  Everything about him seemed big.  Hands, shoulders, feet and….oh no….crotch.  The outline of his genitalia is visible through clothing.  I tried to reach for the knots in the sash that was securing my limbs together and rope binding my ankles.  No such luck.  Could not get either of my hands close to the knots.  Wait.  What is he doing?  Tim is getting on the bed behind me.  He…he…is caressing my feet.  I looked to my left and realized there was mirrored sliding closet doors.  Oh no!

The reflection in the mirror was horrifying.  I had a flashback to an incident that happened when I was in my early teens.  My dad’s much younger brother, Ray, lived with us for a short time and one evening when it was just the two of us, we watched a Batman marathon staring Adam West and Burt Ward.  Since it was just the two of us, we were relaxing in our t-shirts and boxers.  Uncle Ray asked if I wanted to role play a scene in which I would be Robin and he would play the Joker.  (Of interest, Uncle Ray was the spitting image of Burt Ward, but a little more husky.)  Why not?  It was a Friday night and I had nothing to do.  He left the living room and returned with some rope.  He told me to lie on my tummy on the floor and put my hands behind my back.  He tied my wrist together and then with a separate piece of rope, he tie my crossed ankles.  With a third piece, wrapped a piece of rope under my bound wrist to my bound ankles, pulled the ends tight causing my knees to spread, and then tied off the rope.  My bound wrist and ankles hovered about six inches above my buttocks.  I was rendered immobile and helpless.  I remember the warmth and tingling I felt all over my body.  I was hogtied, similar to way I am bound now.  Uncle Ray tried to imitate Joker’s voice and said he was going to tickle me until I laugh myself to death.  He tickled me all over including my feet, sides and even my taint area…accidentally brushing his fingers along the sides of my ball sack…causing my cremaster muscle to draw my balls up to avoid the touching.  I yelled for him to stop…I mean he knows a guy’s balls are ridiculously sensitive…he has them too.  Uncle Ray said I was making too much noise.  He left the room and returned with a pair of athletic tube socks which were knotted together at the toes of the socks.  It did not register with me the reason he tied his socks at the toes together until the knot was shoved in my mouth and then tied tightly in the back of my head.  Scumbag!  It was his dirty socks that he wore all that day.  It tasted and smelled like dirty feet.  He resumed the tickling…focusing on my gooch area…tracing his pointer light along the ridge between my anus and testicles.  Since I was moving around…he accident touched my poop hole…maybe even poked it when I arched my hips back.  Was it an accident or was he trying to finger me?  I wish that before he he gagged me, I specifically told him to untie me…stop touching me in my private areas.   “Mmmuufff….uuumm…eeee.”  Of course, my pleading was muffled.  

I don’t know why….I guess because I was going through puberty, but I got my first erection.  Well…not the first time I got hard, but this felt different…sexually arousing.   Again, I tried to beg him to stop because I was getting a weird feeling all over.  I yelled as loud as I could, while still laughing, “Stop touching my balls…ass…me!  Untie me or I will tell Dad“.  Uncle Ray heard, “Mmmuufff….uuumm…eeee.….uuumm…eeee.”  Uncle Ray either could not understand my muffled pleas or didn’t take me seriously…I guess because I was laughing hard or he thought I was just playing the role.  He said, “What you gonna do, Boy Wonder?  You’re powerless to stop me.  No way you can get yourself free.  What?  What did you say?  You want more?  Yea!  I found your tickle spot…the part of you body that is particularly sensitive to touch and is easily tickled.”  With that being said, he aggressively caressing the bottoms of my testicles…where the coiled tube know epididymis is located…the tube that stores and matures sperm…stoking my anus…making my poop hole pucker up…actually feeling highly pleasurable.  The vigorous tickling was incorporate elements of sadomasochism…straddling the line between pleasure and discomfort. 

I knew that because of my struggling, my penis had slipped out of the fly of my boxers.  I was fearful he would turn me over and get an eyeful.  As my dick was getting a carpet burn, I felt a sudden hot flash, my eyes rolled back in my head, my body started convulsing and I made a creepy moaning sound.  My balls began throbbing from within and tighten up.  Then, I felt a very pleasurable pumping feeling, which was caused by muscle contractions in my genital area.  Uncle Ray rolled me over on my side.  I looked down and looked at my exposed penis…looking so different…my bellhead looking bigger…dark red…my vertical eye staring back at me…my base throbbing…looking more veiny.  Ooohhh.   Oooohhh.  What is happening…to me…to my cock and balls?  It felt like a building-up of higher and higher ecstatic vibrations that continue and continues to reach higher and higher vibrations.  I was in what I would call an orgasmic state.  Then I ejaculated a cupful amount of cum; some landed on Uncle Ray’s thigh.  My heart was pounding, my mind went completely blank and I’m not aware of anything around me.  My cum smelt strong….like seawater and baking soda.  I felt relaxed and sleepy and once I grasp what just happened; I was mortified.  Unable to cover my exposed cock with my hands…unable to jump up and run away…unable to say anything like an apology.

Uncle Ray immediately untied me, removed the sock gag, allowed me to roll back over, and he started rubbing my back.  He asked if I was OK.  I told him I needed water so he ran off to get me some.  I remembered I ran to my bedroom, changed in a fresh pair of boxers and rushed back to the living room with a wash cloth in my hand to clean up my mess.  As I entered, Uncle Ray was on his knees in only his boxer shorts and he was cleaning my dick milk with his t-shirt.  Uncle Ray simply said, “Dude.  You just pissed a little.  Not your fault.  I shouldn’t have tickled you that much.”  He knew it wasn’t piss.  I was so thankful that he didn’t make this a big deal.  Since then, when I ejaculated, I would think of my Uncle Ray.  When someone tickles me, like what Archie is doing to me, I have flashbacks to that evening with Uncle Ray…the duality of tickling, uniquely poised between enjoyment and unease.

Now, being hogtied by a sexual predator, being touched, now causes me to think that Uncle Ray may have known what he was doing and intentionally made me cum.  I bet he kept his t-shirt for a  souvenir.  Maybe he was grooming me…to be victim of sexual abuse.  Why am I getting hard thinking about Uncle Ray…tying me up in a chair…edging me…over and over…tying me eagle spread on my bed…facedown…my mouth gagged with the exact gag in my mouth now…mounting me…raping me…feeling his cock inside me…cumming in me…leaving me only to be found by my father…my father telling me that it’s OK….he starts stripping off his clothes and shoes…telling me he needs relief from a hard day at work…he starts fingering my loose cum-drenched boy pussy…I’m screaming for help…no one can hear me…he climbs between my spread legs…he is telling me that he will deposit his seed in me, just like he did in my mother’s vagina that made me…and…and.  What is Archie doing now?   Is he shrimping me?  Oh.  Oh.  Oooooohhh.  I closed my eyes and in my mind, I was back in my living room and it was Uncle Ray sucking on my toes.  My dick was fully erect and pulsating.  Oh please….not again.  I looked in the mirror and could see Archie sucking my toes and nibbling my soles.  I was right.  He has a weird sock fetish like me.

Archie got off the bed and went to get some goodies from his bag.  He returned with a portable spreader bar, a stainless steel locking mounted CBT scrotum cuff with bar, and a power drill and screws in a large heavy weight plastic bag  He said, “Now, I need to find a stud for my stud.”  He began tapping to the left on a large blank wall in the bedroom.  

Archie had a plan to display his trophy.  The first few taps sounded hollow and then suddenly, the sound was muffled.  Archie found the stud.  He screwed the base of scrotum cuff with two screws about 26” from the floor.  Archie pulled on the bar as hard as he could, and it did not bulge.  At the end of the 10” bar was the 1.35” inches in diameter ball stretcher.  Archie couldn’t wait to get his fuckboy in a compromising position with this mountable ball-stretcher.  Archie mumble, “He'll be humiliated as I clamp this metal ring around his scrotum and leave him locked up for my pleasure.”

What the heck has Archie screwed into the wall?   Why does he look so pleased with himself?  Archie approached me and untied the terrycloth sash.  He then began fiddling with a long pole with leather restraints attached on the ends.  Archie untied my ankles.  He then reached up to my waist, grabbed the waistband of my thong and slowly pulled them down my legs.  Shit!  Knowing I had no coverage for my privates made me felt like had no sense of modesty left.  Archie made me spread my legs and attached the leather cuffs around each ankle.  The cuffs were snug.  I could feel a cool breeze between my opened out ass cheeks.  Archie said, “Hum.  What do I see?  Oh yea.  A nice ruby starfruit.”  Instinctively I tried to move my feet together and clinch my asscheeks in order to protect my exposed rectum, but the restraint attached to my ankles prevented this from happening.  

Archie climbed between Sean’s legs and pulled his ass cheeks further apart.  Ah!  A glistening young anus.  I immediately shoved my face between Sean’s meaty glutes which he flexed to try and prevent me from getting a taste.  I had Sean pinned since my legs were on top of the spreader bar and I had a hold on the bondage muff.  I could hear a muffled, long, high-pitched cry as my tongue licked and try to penetrate his tight pink dime.  Warm!  Delicious!  Diminutive in size.  I will enjoy fucking his tight candy hole.  Archie raised up and proceeded to spank Sean’s ass with his fingers together and a bit of a cupped palm…alternating between the right cheek and left cheek…each smack delivering a deeper blow.  He loved the satisfying noise upon impact.  He loved how Sean’s round, firm ass jiggled when smacked.

Sean could not believe what was happening to him.  This guy is mentally insane.  Who would ever put their mouth where poop completes its journey through the digestive tract and makes it exit?  I tried to buck him off, but I could hardly move since Archie was holding me down with a lot of force.  I felt tingling in my testicles each time he took a lick.  His tongue was moist and was an effective lubricant as it allowed him to French kiss my booty hole.  It seemed so...titillating.  “Mmmmuummm.”  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  I am fully erect.  What the fuck?  He is spanking me now?  I haven’t been spanked in years…only by my father when I was a bad boy.  I had a flash back to my last spanking…my father telling me drop my pants…he bent me over his knee…he pulled my underwear down…warmed up my butt by rubbing it in large circular motions…then the whacking…feeling the sharp stings.  Am I a bad boy?  Why do I like it?

Archie again spread Sean’s ass cheeks and admired the perky rosebud.  The friction from all that licking had caused the sensitive tissues around the anus to swell.  He blew a kiss and gradually buried his face in hostage’s crack…sniffing the manly odor.  Archie loves rimming and being rimmed.  Sean was struggling in vain…he will have to endure the tickling as Archie’s facial stubble rubbed against Sean’s hairless crevasse…forced to experience the stimulating of his anus and surrounding areas with my mouth and tongue….nibbling…darting my reluctant lover’s pucker hole…yea, he is loosening up…here we go…Sean is getting some tongue-in-ass action…if he likes it or not.  Archie took great pleasure in the taste of Sean’s turd-chopper.  He took great pleasure in tossing Sean’s salad.  He took even greater pleasure knowing Sean was incapable of protecting his vulnerable back door.

Archie got off the bed.  He then started dragging Sean off the bed and helped him stand.  It was awkward since his legs were spread wide due to the spreader bar.  Once Sean was standing, Archie turned him around to face him.  Archie could not be more pleased.  Sean is a beautiful specimen.  He had a swimmers build with the smallest waist that Archie had ever seen.  He had well defined legs with shapely calves. But that junk!  Shit.  His man berries were fat, taut and wide.  Hairless and pink.  Sean’s johnson was nice and stumpy!   I mean, it looks like it might be slightly larger in length for his body size, but he had an unusually thick girth and a disproportionally large penis helmet.  I knew he had a jughead when he was wearing only those punk panties, but I thought he was fully erect and the pouch of the underwear was just emphasizing his junk.  No!  If anything, that t-back was a confining garb.  I felt liquid squeeze out my own dick and looked down to see a stain form on my tight fitting jeans.  I have never been this aroused.

I lifted Sean, carried him a few feet and slammed his back against the wall.  Sean’s balls were directly above the stainless steel CBT stretcher.  With an allen wrench, I unscrewed two screws of the stretcher.  Once it was opened, I pulled Sean’s testicles down as much as I could.  Due to the mass of each testies, it left very little play in his sack.  Once I got the mass of his balls past the opened stretcher, I closed it quickly and began screwing back the screws.  He won't be able to escape this smooth ball stretcher.  Once I was done, I began putting my power drill and screws back into the large heavy weight plastic bag.  Wait!  This clear poly bag might be fun to use…a little erotic asphyxiation…seal it around Sean’s head…restrict his oxygen….for the purpose of sexual arousal.  Wait.  What if I kill him by accident?  Wait!  I can stage it to look as if he did it to himself…intentionally restricting oxygen to his own brain by putting the bag over his head…sealing it around his neck with duct tape…tying his ankles with rope before sealing the bag and handcuffing himself after…lost of consciousness before setting himself free…couldn’t get the key in the key hole…found with evidence of having orgasmed prior to death.  Another victim of autoerotic asphyxiation…the tragic death of a gasper.  Yea.  I’ll keep the bag out and give this some more thought.

There I was, secured to the wall due the non-removable base and no possible way I would slip my sack out of the enclosed metal ring.  My testicles are engorged below the metal stretcher, possibly with semen or blood since the tightness of the cuff may be affecting blood flow.  Regardless, they look swollen and purple.  Archie is just staring at me as if I was a mounted trophy.  He walked over and began touching my chest.  His hands were callused but surprisingly, felt tender.  Archie began rolling my nipples between his thumb and index finger.  I heard myself make a noise like, “huuupphh” since it was a sensation I had never experienced.  It was sending nerve impulses to my penis and the sponge-like tissue started filling up with blood.  My penis is now fully erect.  Archie seemed pleased that he forced me to get hard and reached down and gripped the base of my cock.  I shook my head and tried to plea with my eyes for him to stop, but it did no good.  He said, “Just relax and enjoy.  Your little buddy seems to be enjoying itself.”  He then lowered his head and began flicking my right nipple with his tongue.  It caused it to become puffy and then he began lightly nibbling.  It was similar to that of direct genital stimulation.  After a few minutes, he then turned his attention to my left swollen nipple,.  Next thing I knew, Archie was on his knees.  He began kissing and tonging my mushroom tip.   Archie said, “Yea.  Taste the rainbow.”  He then had the head of my penis in his mouth and he commenced buzzing.  As much as I hated to admit it, it felt amazing.  I kept reminding myself that I was not gay.  I’m finally getting some head.  That is why I’m hard…my cock was throbbing…pre-ejaculatory fluid was discharging from my willy…I was tingling all over.  Any guy would enjoy a hummer.  At least I think that is what it is called.  I have never been with anyone sexually and I hated to think my first time was with a homosexual deviant.  His mouth began softly moving up and down my shaft.  He had reached up and began massaging my nipples again.  He made all kinds of slurping and gagging noises.  I was powerless in stopping Archie from sucking my dick, twisting my nipples and fondling my stretched ballsac.  He can keep me like this for as long as he desires and do whatever he pleases.  I was getting lightheaded and it was difficult to catch my breath.  I think I am going to cum.  I could feel my penis to begin to twitch inside his warm mouth.  Suddenly, he removed his mouth; leaving me on the edge.  My little guy was pulsating…a signal the start of an orgasm…fuck…it was a dry pulsation…meaning that the pulsation was too weak and wasn’t produce any penis pudding…it needed more stimulation…I’m so closed to the point of no return.  I started begging him to finish me off, but I realized that the gag was preventing me from asking him not to stop.  I looked down and was brought back to reality.  He looked up at me with the most evil grin and then began popping my bound testicles with his hands.  The pain was intense and I would do nothing but stand there and endure the discomfort.

Archie needed a break.  I wanted to take my time with Sean, but things were happening too fast.  A drink would be nice.  I took a step back to get a good look at my at my handsome hostage.  His thick beautiful veiny cock reminded me of an urban myth believed by my ancestors that pale soulless guys with red hair tend to pack allot of sausage.  I began nuzzling the crook of his neck.  Hhhuuuummm.  He smelled good, like a combination of cypress, sandalwood, and a dash of citrus.  I reached down and again began caressing his smooth tightly stretched nut sack.  He loved the size and the heat of Sean’s manberries.  I whispered, “I’ve got you by the balls.”   It was both a literal and figurative statement.  He was in my complete control.  I continued, “I’ll be back.  I want you to have some time to think about your predicament.  When I return, we’re gonna have some more fun.  Well, more me than you.”  

I turned on both TVs, went though his wallet and found the room key, closed the bedroom door, and exited the suite.  On the first floor was a bar.  I found an empty stool and ordered a beer.  As I was trying to enjoy my alcoholic beverage and reminiscing in the events in the past couple of hours, I noticed a lady ogling me.  “Not today, sister.  Not today.”, I thought.  

Sean heard the door of the suite closed.  He had to try to get away.  He tried to pull his arms out of the bondage cuff, but he realized it was impossible.  The cuff encircled his forearms and there was no way to break the locked buckles.  Not to mention that the attached biceps cuffs prevented me using my upper body strength.  I looked down and assessed the devices keeping my legs spread and securing my balls to the wall.  Again, I realized it would be impossible to escape.  The cuffs attached to the spreader bar could easily be unbuckled if I had the use of my hands, but since I don’t; I will have to continue to stand with my legs apart.  It was strangely erotic that my feet and calves looked sexy in the dress socks.  As I flexed my feet and wiggled my toes, I felt some precum dripping from my chubby.  My poor imprisoned balls.  The scrotum enclosure was about the same diameter as a half dollar coin and each testes was probably twice the diameter.  It would be like trying to pass golf ball through a straw.  Due to the fixed nature of this device, care needed be taken to avoid injury.  I decided to try again to scream for help.  “Help me!  Help me!  I am bound and gagged!  Call the police!  The guy who kidnap me has been molesting me!  He is coming back and may try to violate me.  I mean rape!  Butt sex!”  The barely auricle noise I was making, “huuumm  hhuummm aahhhhh uuummmm uuutt exxx” was drown out by the volume of the TVs.  I am truly at Archie’s mercy.  A steady stream of clear, colorless, viscous fluid flowed from my urethra.  I began to cry since I was frustrated, scared….and…and turned on?  “hihh huhh huh huh ah aaaahhhh mmm hihh.”

Why am I hard…horny?  Is this what is called “fear play?”  Sexually activity with high physical or psychological risk.  Is that it?  The feeling of helplessness…having pain inflicted on me…being in a terrified mental state of being murdered… must be triggering the release of adrenaline…a hormone released during times of excitement or stress.  Yes.  Fear has to be playing a role in causing me to sexual arousal…contributing to the increased heart rate, blood flow, and heightened senses.  Yes.  It is potentially leading to the confusing feelings of attraction and lust toward my captor.  

Archie returned to find Sean still hard and a string of pre-cum hanging from his mushroom tip.  The veins of the tube-shaped middle of his cock looked more swollen…healthy blood flow causing Sean’s penis to throb.  He wasn’t sure if it was the fact he was drunk, but Sean looked more seductive than he remembered.  He wished he could keep him.  

Archie walked over to me.  He said, “I am going to remove your gag.  If you like, I will give you some water.  Don’t say a word!  Understand?”  I knodded.  Archie unbuckled the strap and pulled out the Tongue Trapper Gag.  What a relief.  Archie opened a bottle water and held it to my lips so I could drink.  He then drank from the same bottle.  To my surprise, he leaned down to my face and lightly brushed his lips over mine.  At first, he used feather-light pressure and his movements were slow.  This built up anticipation and excitement that I never felt before.  He cradled my face with his hands on my cheeks and then my neck.  I parted my lips and our tongues touched.  What I discovered was my tongue is loaded with nerve endings and the mere act of touching Archie’s tongue with my own was very pleasant.  My first French kiss.  Well, second if you count what happened earlier when Archie had French kissed my booty hole and shoved his tongue up in there.  Hum.  That same tongue is now in my mouth.  I wanted the kissing to speed up and I wanted his tongue deeper in my mouth.  I opened wider all the while I kept my lips locked on his lips.  One of his hands moved from my neck down to my right nipple and he began rubbing it a circular motion causing it to become erect again.  Next, his other hand found my felt nipple and he started rubbing it in a opposite circular motion.  Soon thereafter, he was lightly twisting my nipple boners.  Obviously, my knobs are a distinctly powerful erogenous zone and hundreds of sensitive nerve ending lying below the surface of my nips were sending intense erotic sensations to my scrotum totem as it began bouncing up and down.  Is this nipple play going to lead to a nipple orgasm?  Unconsciously, I was moaning.  This isn’t gay, is it?  

Archie pulled away.  He said, “Hhhhuummm.  Nice mouth.  I bet you’re a yummy little sausage nipper.”  Before I could respond, Archie put his hand over my mouth and reminded me that I was not allowed to speak.   He began using a hex wrench to open the hinges of the ball stretcher.  My dingle bag immediately snapped back tight and returned to a healthy pink color.  Next, Archie removed the leather cuffs around my ankles and I was able to stand up straight.  He had me take a couple of steps and made me kneel.  Archie then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly.  He removed his monstrous erect pecker and began slapping my face with it.  He said, “OK, bitch.  Get after it!”  I didn’t know what to do.  I began licking the tip of his penis as if it was ice cream.  Archie was not pleased and he ordered me to open my mouth.  I did as he instructed.  He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and guided his one eyed willy in my mouth with his other hand.  It was warm inside my mouth.  It tasted like a hint of pee and sweat.  So incredible!  I wanted more.  Little by little, Archie’s cock began to grow.  I could feel his pronounced veins on his penis across my tongue and roof of my mouth.  I was struggling to breathe since his tallywacker was so thick, but he couldn’t care less and kept pushing, once he hit the back of my throat I started gagging as my throat couldn’t take it.  My discomfort seemed to bring him much joy.  He forcefully face fucked me for more than 20 minutes.  I was able to control my pharyngeal reflexes as his entire penis was in my mouth and his balls were hitting my salvia drenched chin.  He started making growling sounds.  Archie’s cock began to convulse.  The first blast of hot cum was so forceful that it reactivated my gag reflex causing a burn rise from the back of my throat which was swiftly doused by his heavy cream.  It tasted like salty sour milk.  As crazy as it sounds, I was pleased with my performance and happy that I made Archie climax.

Archie almost fell backwards as he ejaculated in my mouth.  He said, “Fuck.  That was way too soon!  I wanted to blow a full-on shed-full of baby batter in your stink pipe.  That’s OK.  It is not like you are going anywhere.  I need a little break.  First, I gotta gag you again.”  He grabbed the Tongue Trapper Gag and quickly shoved it in my mouth and secured it behind my head.  I made a “mmmuuff” sound.  I wished he had shown some sign of kindness for my effort, such as a drink of water so I could wash down his thick cum in my throat.

Archie said, “I’m going to get you ready and get another drink.”  He retrieved a couple of heavy duty steel D-rings tie down anchors and screws from his luggage.  With his drill, he drilled four screws in each anchor, about two feet on each side of the headboard of the bed.  Archie then tied a long piece of rope from each D-ring.  Next, he picked me up and threw me in the middle of the bed.  Before I knew it, he raised my right leg and began tying the end of the rope attached to the right D-ring.  Soon thereafter, my left ankle was tied with the rope attached to the left D-ring.  My legs were extended upwards and spread wide.  My folded arms under the small of my back causes my ass to be propped up.

Archie stood back to look at his work.  Sean’s prize ass was spread on the bed.  His cheeks were round, creamy and firm.  His hole was a tempting rosebud that was pink, smooth and clean.  His stocking clad feet waving helplessly above his head.  I quickly grabbed the jar of Vaseline and coated my middle finger.  I crawled in between Sean’s legs and and straddled him.  My face was inches from his and I said, “Had to gag you because you are going to experience pain like you never have before and you will want to scream and scream and scream.  You see, inflicting pain is what really arouses me.  My cock will feel like it is ripping you in half.  Your cock and balls were be tortured.  I will apply clamps to your pink little twittles.  Yea.  I’m your worst nightmare.  I will give you an hour to take it all in and just imagine what is yet to come.  Here is a little preview.”  I began applying the Vaseline to his clenched assshole and slowly inserted my finger.  Sean was definitely tight and I could tell his entire body stiffened as I slowly got my entire middle finger inside.  I felt around for his prostate.  Bingo!  My finger found a bulbous shape that was about the size of a walnut and the texture of bit a ripe avocado.  I began messaging the organ and Sean let out a gasp as his toes curled.  Yep!  I got his g-spot.  Sean’s breathing became labored and he was flushed.  As I began finger-fucking Sean, he got a terrific hard on that he could not control.  All right!  He is loving the prostate milking technique I applied as his prostate swelled and he began releasing fluids.  That was enough for now.  I don’t want him to cum too soon.  Ha!  I love the fact I am in control and can make decisions whether my little slave feels pain or pleasure, cum or denial, and fear or ecstacy.  I  then got off the bed, made sure my pants were zipped and my belt buckled.  

Sean was confused.  He really thought he was developing a connection with Archie.  He was tender while they kissed.  He did his best to suck him off.  Why does he want to hurt me?  Can he…will he…kill me?  And what did he just do when he violated me.  It hurt at first, but when he wiggled his finger inside my rectum, it was an unusual and pleasurable sensation.  At first, I thought I had pissed a little bit, but now looking at my cock, I see it was a thin stream of milky fluid that had leaked from my dick hole.  

Archie loved the fear he saw in Sean’s eyes as I fingered him.  The rough finger fuck made him squirt some prostate milk, probably for the first time.  I think I will make him suffer for the entire weekend.  As he closed the bedroom door, he took one last look at his captive stud.  He loved the way Sean’s tiny Vaseline-moistened boy pussy was clenching and relaxing as if it was motion for me to come-hither and shove my kidney cracker deep inside his warm poop chute.  His feet are now arched and leg muscles, including those meaty calves, are flexing.  Sean must be testing the anchors and ropes keeping his legs spread wide.  His face was flushed.  I was loving his quavering man berries and meatpole.  He wants to see if Sean’s milk shitter will shoot, shoot, and shoot until he has a cum hangover and just shoots dry blanks.  Now, I am thinking I don’t need a break.  I want to feel him on the inside.  No.  No.  I need to get a drink and come up with a game plan.  

Archie was deep in thought as he exited the hotel room.  As soon as he heard the door close behind him; he realized he forgot the room key.  Shit!  He won’t be able to get back in and fulfill his fantasy.  All his bondage gear and toys are in that room!  He can’t ask the front desk clerk for a key.  Damn!  Damn!  Damn!  Archie had no choice but to leave the hotel property.  He has no idea what Sean will tell the hotel staff when they find him in the morning or days later.

Sean was clueless about the situation.  It seemed like hours had passed.  To his right,  there was the mirrored interior sliding closet door.  His own reflection  was turning him on.  His legs spread wide with his ass propped up.  He could feel a cool breeze across his pink starfish…exposed…attachable…in danger of being licked and nibbled in an aggressive manner…more tongue-punching of my fart box…causing my ass sphincter to relax…methane gas pouring out of the gates…Archie having the pleasure of gobbling the highly concentrated dose of my grade A smug.   When Archie is ready, he can then just sodomize me as hard and as long as he wants.  I’m his gay slave…his boner bouncer.  He is my ass ranger.  Sean’s attention was toward the reflection in the mirror of his own trembling arched stocking feet suspended in the air…the contrast of the rough hemp ropes against the silky fabric of the dress socks…the ropes keeping his legs strung up and spread wide…the way this position showed off his sharply calves.  It was sexually arousing.  Sean had a lot of time to try and rationalize his dress sock fetish and he believed the dress socks was symbolic of masculinity which was in contrast to his unmasculine dilemma.  Speciality, he in in a position to be be mounted and raped by a dominant male as if he was nothing more than a depository for his seed.  Sean look between his spread legs.  His blue veined clarinet was pointing upward.  He shook his hips and just the slight motion caused his semi-hard penis to become hard and precum dribbling down his shaft.  Sean was experiencing a sensation of an energetic throbbing in his penis as his ballsac swells with sperm.  He was concerned he was going to have a hands-free orgasm.  What would Archie think or do if he returns to find my tummy, chest and face covered in my my own milky sauce?

Sean heard the hotel door open.  He felt a chill down his spine.  That fucking sociopath has returned and will probably torture me.  I just pray he won’t kill me.  To his surprise, he heard a familiar voice say, “Sean!  Sean!  Are you in here?”  It was Tim.  I am saved!  Tim opened the bedroom door and just stared  at me for a full minute.  He was still in his Power Ranger’s costume.  Tim looked over his shoulder and said, “Thank you ma’am.  He is resting comfortably in bed.  Sorry.  There was no emergency.”  A female voice from a distance expressed her relief that I was fine and I heard the door close.  Tim took it all in.  The suitcase full of bondage toys, lube and condoms on the dining room table, and me in a compromising position.

Sean was not shocked that Tim did show any particular emotion.  He suffers from Asperger’s Syndrome which is a developmental disorder that makes it very hard for him to interact with other people.  Therefore, Tim does not recognize verbal and non-verbal cues or understand social norms very well.  He has a brilliant mind.  Tim is just like the fictional character, Sheldon, from the Big Bang Theory.  Tim is classically handsome, just like a young Cary Grant.  He is pursued by women due to his good looks and wealth, but sadly; Tim just cannot make an emotional connection with others.  He does however fits in well with the rest of us comic-com nerds.  He walked over to the bed.  Hopefully, he will untie me and not ask a lot of questions.

Tim made no attempt to release Sean.  He said, “Sean.  I am confused.  You faked a sickness, leaving us without a full Power Ranger’s team, just so you could partake in sort of fantasy scenario like you were a sex slave for either superheroes or villains.”  I  have head about this sort of shenanigans.  Is that right?”  I just nodded my head.  It seemed simpler to agree with Tim.  I was in no position to explain the situation.  Come on Tim, release me.  Hurry before Archie returns.  He said, “So, you let others use you as a sexual thingamajig and you pretended to resist so that is why you are bound and gagged.  Right?”  Again, I just nodded.  I will try to come up a plausible explanation later.  He continue, “Well.  I don’t know what makes me more mad.  You not fulfilling your obligation in attending Pensacon with us or not including me in the fantasy scenario.  Wait!  Or did you indent for me to find you like this!  Yes.  This makes sense.  I mean, we are friends and don’t friends do stuff like this?  I see the state of your penis marked by a firm turgid form which is caused by cavernous tissue becoming dilated with blood.  This is evident that you are sexually aroused.  I’m flattered that thinking of me causes you to be erect.”  He patted my ass.

As Tim began removing his costume, I began to panic.  I wish he had removed my gag so I could request he release me.  I didn’t know what to do.  What could I do?  I looked over and Tim was stripped down to his g-string which was like mine but in red.  I wasn’t expecting him to have such a well-defined physique.  Lightly hairy chest and legs.  I noticed his meaty peach fuzz ass when he turned around.  He left the room and returned with a jar of Vaseline.  Why does he have Vaseline?  “Tim, no!  No!  No!”  “Eemmm hu hu oh.”

Tim looked at his helpless superhero.  Sean is really getting into the role playing.  Moaning and struggling.  He really wanted to be friends with Sean.  He has very few friends.  Maybe he is offering himself because he wants me to feel good.  Also, he did find Sean to be very attractive.  He has had a few wet dreams about Sean.  Tim also wants the full experience of his first comic-com and this is apparently something that normal people do at such conventions.  Surely, having one’s anus penetrated will hurt tremendously.  Yes.  Sean is making a sacrifice so I can feel pleasure with avoiding any emotional intimacy.  I began fantasizing myself as Lord Zedd, a major villain from the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and Sean as the blue Power Ranger, Billy Cranston.  In this senecio, I as Lord Zedd, will plant my seed within Billy which will make him into a monster and can join me to take down all the Power Rangers.  Tim started stroking his semi-hard dick as he focused on his target for impalement; Sean’s lemon pucker.  Tim announced, “Ready Billy!  It is time to experience my anal invader!”

Billy?  Oh shit.  Tim is associating me with a Power Ranger’s character; like some type of erotic or sexual transference.  I don’t think he understands he is about to commit a crime punishable to twenty years to life in prison.  He probably isn’t even gay, but is about to engage in the worst sinful homosexual behavior.  I couldn’t take my eyes off his growing penis as he stroked it.  It looked like a perfectly proportionate circumcised penis; straight and veiny.  Low swinging testicles.  Why was I getting aroused?  Tim left the room again.  Thank goodness.  He must have come to his senses.

Tim returned and pulled out a hood made of shiny, stretchy, black spandex and has a soft cushioned blindfold sewn into the front of the hood from behind his back.  Tim easily pulled it over my head.  The built-in blindfold effectively blocking my vision.  Thankfully, the hood was easy to breathe through. 

As a teenager, Tim was treated autism spectrum disorder in an outpatient counseling center.  It was intended to help him overcome sensory sensitivities and challenges with social cues so he could conform and adjust to the customs of high school.  He reflected on one session in which his therapist discussed his assessment of Tim’s hypersexual and paraphilic fantasies when compared to the general-population.  Tim had openly discussed the fact he engaged in solitary sexual activities such as constantly masturbating while having sexual fantasies of inflicting psychological or physical suffering or pain on a sexual partner (male or female).  The therapist explained that Tim’s erotic self-stimulation was not abnormal for an individual with an autism spectrum disorder; as well as to have urges and fantasies involving bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism and other related interpersonal dynamics.  Through years of treatment, Tim was able to decrease the solitary sexual activities and he avoided his desires to read stories and watch videos pertaining to BDSM.  He thought he would never engage in any sex that is atypical in nature.  However...today…he can’t control himself.  He has a prepared victim…easy pickins…too fucking easy.  Doesn’t really matter that it is a dude…my friend…any hole is a goal and there is an anal orifice looking at me…flirting with me…being sexually inviting….ready to receive my penis. 

Sean couldn’t believe his good and bad luck.  He was saved from being raped and possible murdered by a deranged sexual predator, to only be set up to be raped by a friend who thinks this is some sort of acceptable role-playing exercise.  I could hear the opening of the Vaseline jar.  I assumed, based on the sticky sounds, Tim began coating his sausage with the jelly.  Suddenly, I felt and a big gob of the cold viscous jelly on my anus as Tim used his finger to spread it around so the lubricant covered my dookie hole.  Nothing I could do to protect my exposed anus.  I was shaking my head violently and screaming.  I believe Tim was interpreting my movements and muffled screams as excitement or I was acting a part in a sick fantasy, because he simple got between my suspended legs and his tip of his penis was pressing against my butthole.  I thought if I bear down through my pelvis, I could tighten my external sphincter.  However, I think it made it easier for Tim to enter me.  I could feel the head of his penis pushing through my anus.  It felt like I was tearing me in half.  Once his mushroom head had penetrated me, my sphincter tightened around the base.  I am sure this felt tight and warm around his dick.  He was able to push in further with little effort due to the lube.  He held on my hips as he pushed in.  Once he passed my sphincter muscles; there was little very little resistance.  It felt like taking a huge poop in reverse.  He held all his weight against me holding his cock the deepest it could possibly go and held it there for about 30 seconds; I was breathing heavy trying to control the pain as best I could, but there was little rest as he started pulling out and felt like he was pulling my whole insides out with him.  It make a popping sound when he removed his cock completely out, I had a strange feeling of emptiness, but it was short lived and he rammed it right back down ball deep in one hard thrusting motion and then proceeded to fuck me with absolutely no mercy.  I wondered what would happen if Archie returned…watching without Tim knowing…as he is fucking me…my feet waving in the air.  Would he subdue Tim?  Would Tim and I both be Archie’s lecherous victims?

After a few minutes, the pain began to subside.  The best I could explain the experience of Tim being inside me is an abundantly full feeling.  My rectum has envelop his entire cock and it was a strangely intimate connection with my friend…I mean, friend with benefits.  He moaned, “You feel good.  I assume I should talk dirty.”  Tim continued to pushed in and pull almost out.  He started picking up speed and going deeper until he was totally in.  He began fucking me hard and I was starting to enjoy it.  He yelled, “Yea Billy.  You can’t elude my powerful cock.  You are my property and I  can use you to pleasure myself.”  I felt his balls slapping the space between my anus and scrotum. His thrust were causing friction between his cock and my prostate.  I started perceiving myself as a desirable sexual object worthy of this handsome and brilliant man’s cock.  What we are doing is taboo…kinky…satisfying.  I may cum. 

Tim was thoroughly enjoying himself…fucking a juicy butt.  The hood helped that since he could not see Sean’s face, especially his eyes, so he could just focus on his pleasure…as I rape him…making him more an inanimate object…a sex toy.  Really, he couldn’t care less how Sean was feeling.  He looked down and became even more aroused at the sight of Sean’s ass that was shaking like Jello as he was going in and out of Sean’s love tunnel.  He was surprised that the sight of Sean’s bouncing weighty ball sack and humongous tube steak did not repulse him.  In fact, he was intrigued.  Really, isn’t everyone really just sexual beings?  Bisexual at some degree?  Tim could tell that Sean was enjoying himself since his hard penis was twitching and oozing clear, mucus-like fluid.  Tim decided to cup Sean’s testicles in one of his hands.  They were warm, soft and squishy.  Next, he reached up and held onto Sean’s joystick.  As he was slowly fucking Sean, Tim was unconsciously masturbating Sean.  Sean seemed to love the role-playing since his moans got louder and he was trying to move his hips to increase the rhythm of the intercourse.  Win.  Win.  Tim was feeling Sean’s sphincter muscles clamping down.  

Sean began yelling to fuck him harder, but it came out like, “hhhuuucc meee haarrerr.”  He could feel air escaping his asshole when Tim would pull all the way out and before he shoved his pecker back in deep inside is Sean.  Tim was in the zone.  He was fucking me in a frenzy.  The noise made as our bodies connected, sounded like I was being spanked like I was a bad boy.  Yes.  Sean is a bad boy.  I’m now Tim’s bad boy.   I was praying that Tim would continue stroking my manhood.  I was imagining my prick was some wild beast that had awakened.  I don’t even know myself quite how it’s going to behave when it cums.  Shivering started in my groin area and spread along my spine.  Then it’s was like an electric buzz starting spreading in waves accompanied by muscle contractions in my stomach, back and chest.  My bound stocking feet were waving in the air as if they were hands of a conductor instructing an orchestra the dynamics, emotion , expression, speed and beat of the music they are playing.

Soon Tim lets out a growl and his body convulse. “Errrrrr!  I’m shooting a load!  Tighten those anal walls, you fucking whore!,” he yelled.  He then stopped thrusting; leaving his entire erect penis deep inside of me.  I could feel his cock spasm in my anal canal and rectum.  He was slowly tugging on my cock while he was discharging his semen…with every stroke the sensitivity increased.  As he stopped his thrusting…his entire dick deep in me…he made a sighing noise…possibly since he was having a "come down" effect where feelings of relaxation or even slight sadness can occur.  I wish I could have seen his face as he pumped his love juice inside me.  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  It’s happening….I’m cumming…I’m cumming….IIIIII….Uuuuhhhhh.  My orgasm was like uncorking a shook champagne bottle…pressure building constantly…then a bang…cum spraying out…followed by more cum flowing from my dick slit…and then it's over rather fast.  I could feel my thick hot jism on my neck, chest, stomach and hood.  Initially, the feeling as it came out was uncontrollable, but towards the end, I pushed more.  Tim also seemed to want see more cum ooze out since he started tightly gripping my base, squeeze and pulled up at a snail’s pace.  I didn’t want the sexual gratification to end.  I assumed the way I was fucked, my prostate was also stimulated.  The resulting orgasm was way longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced and the intensity was cranked up to maximum.  There’s also a significantly larger amount of semen…warm globs on my chest and stomach as well as oozing down around my groin.  My arms and legs went numb and I was lightheaded.  Tim’s sperm had been released inside of me and began pooling in my rectum.  It felt warm and as Tim slowly withdrew, his gooey nut butter started oozing between my crack.  

Sean could not explain his feelings of relief and excitement as well as detachment from reality, as if he was in a dream…escaping death…being saved by his now best friend…loosing his virginity…having a mind-blowing orgasm all within the last few hours.  Two individuals found him desirable and wanted to have their way with him.  Sean was also confused.  He wanted to have more sexual adventures regardless if it is with men or women.  Well, at least being a submissive to a man while exploring more bondage and normal, boring, heterosexual sex with women.  

Tim eventually untied Sean, took off the mask and removed his gag.  Tim politely thank Sean for offering an orifice for his pleasure and suggested they have more similar meetings.  In fact, Tim suggested he take the bondage equipment home with him since he would be more than happy to host the next meeting and invite others who may also enjoy roleplaying and climaxing within Sean since it appeared to have given Sean great pleasure.

Sean made sure he locked the doors and decided to take a shower.  As he reminisced about the evening events, he got hard.  He masturbated in the shower, again before he went to bed, and even woke up the next morning with a woody that he stroked immediately.

Since then, Sean and Tim has had many adventures.