Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 13:53:54 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Not So Smart  by Stripscott  Chapter 7

	Ricky Flowers felt his own dick stretch even further inside his
jeans and pants as he pulled down the obstructing material of Tony
Packard's one remaining item of clothing. The view that the lowering of the
front of Tony's boxer-briefs provided immediately convinced him that the
moment had been well-worth waiting for. Grasping the plum coloured pants in
his right hand, Ricky's left reached for and groped his own straining
erection through the crotch of his jeans. Only for a moment though. He was
already worked up through the enforced stripping of the hunk that lay on
the floor and he didn't want his first load of cum to end up in his own
pants.
	Baz Jordan was undergoing similar feelings, but he was also
mentally congratulating himself on selecting this one for their combined
attention. Tony's uncut cock, stiff and exposed, was all that he could have
wished. Pink and engorged, it looked to be a full nine inches long and
remarkably thick. Hard as it was, the head was already protruding from the
sheathing foreskin and the piss slit gaped slightly. An impressive bush of
deep black, curly pubic hair formed a broad frame around the base of the
shaft and grew prolifically over the plump, firm ball sack which hung
below.
	"Tony," Baz breathed. "You have a dick to be proud of. Why have you
struggled so hard to stop us getting a look at it? You should simply have
stripped naked as soon as we got here to show this off to us. Why do you
want to keep something like this hidden?"
	As he uttered the word `this', Baz reached out and ran the tip of
his forefinger from tip to base of the weapon he had unveiled. Tony gave a
low groan. It was the first time another person's hand had come into direct
contact with the flesh of his erection.
	If he had felt vulnerable before, he now knew that his fate lay
totally in the hands of the two young men who had abducted and stripped him
of his dignity, along with his smart new suit and other clothes. The
removal of the rest of his outfit had been bad enough, but to have to lie
here, having endured the exposure of his most private parts, back and
front, only served to heighten his humiliation. He felt the finger tip make
its light return journey.
	"Oh fuck, noooo. Don't ... please ... don't ... touch. Oooohhhhh,
shit."
	Tony knew that his pleas would be ignored, but he had to make them
to maintain what little self-respect he had left. What more had these
bastards in store for him? How likely was it that they intended to stop
their assault of his body once he was naked....?
	Ricky had carefully tucked Tony's pants under his ample balls and
now intended to make an intimate examination of Tony's prick. He started by
taking hold of the head of the object of his desire between two fingers and
lifting it gently, almost reverently, off Tony's flat belly. He continued
to lift until he had the rigid rod pointing directly at the
ceiling. Cupping his left palm around the ball sack, he extended his
forefinger and thumb to encircle the base of the dick and hold it in the
upright position. Having it now in an accessible state, he gently wrapped
his right hand around the shaft and started to slide it lightly up and down
over the soft, but stretched skin. The sensation and texture of the
treasure in his hand made him tingle all over.
	Baz had moved back out of the way. This was the opportunity that
Ricky really looked forward to and Baz was happy to let him have his
fun. Besides, it was a turn-on for Baz to watch their almost naked,
unwilling victim being abused in this way and being unable to prevent
it. For a moment he rubbed the corresponding stiffness of his own, then
slipped his right hand up under his shirt and gently tweaked his right
nipple. He breathed deeply as he stared, almost mesmerised, at Ricky's
manipulation of Tony's rampant dick.
	Ricky's grip on the shaft had become firmer as he stroked, causing
the foreskin to alternately hide and expose the pink, glistening
head. Already, the slit was dilating momentarily to allow clear fluid to
bubble out and slick up the sensitive skin. Tony's body was writhing under
the attention his once-secret member was receiving and he was still
begging.
	"Aaaahhhhhhh. NO! Pleeease STOP. Don't do this to me. Please let me
go. Oh god! You've ... had your ... fun. Fuuuckkk. Stohhhppp. NO MORE. Oh
shiiiittt. Dooon't. Leave my ... please, leave it alone. Aaarrhhgggghhhhh!"
	For someone who was usually careful about his choice of words, Tony
was only vaguely aware that his language had deteriorated under pressure
and now all the words he normally avoided using were spilling out of
him. The sexual connotations were not lost on him, but he couldn't help
himself. They came bubbling, unbidden, from some dark recess of his brain
and he helplessly gave them utterance.
	As the fingers had taken hold of his cock, so Tony felt his last
vestiges of control slipping away. He wrestled with the idea of someone
else's hands almost publicly giving his dick the kind of attention only he
had ever previously given it, and then, only in private. That part of his
body which he had been jealously protecting and guarding for nineteen years
was now being stroked and fondled by, of all people, a stranger and a man!
Worse, he could feel all the indications that this traitorous dick of his
was responding to Ricky's ministrations.
	Tony knew the moment when the first oozing of pre-cum slid out
through his slit and began its work of lubricating his organ. And more
followed. He didn't want anyone seeing this, let alone making it happen!
His eyes were squeezed tightly shut in an effort to concentrate, to reduce
his erection, to prevent further embarrassment, but it wasn't working. His
frustration became evident from the tears which gradually leaked out from
under his closed eyelids and slid away over his face, Still that hand
tormented him.
	Then he could hear the squishy sound that indicated that the freely
flowing juice had spread beneath the hand that was wanking him. The grip
suddenly lessened, but now the hand slid over a greater surface, now that
it was slicked up. Finger tips brushed over the exposed head as the
foreskin was dragged down yet again. Pre-cum was massaged into the what
Tony would have referred to as the `underside' at that sensitive point
where the head met the shaft. Tony choked in apprehension.
	Try as he might, he could not stop the course of nature. He felt
his next humiliation to be on the point of commencement as the familiar
stirring occurred in his balls, a sensation which he had hitherto welcomed
as the onset of delicious pleasure, but which now only heralded the
mortifying release of his cum whilst others watched. His pleas became more
urgent.
	"Oh no! Oh no! STOP! Please stop. I don't want to! NO! You can't
make me do this! Get off my dick! For god's sake stop it!! DON'T!!"
	Baz gazed at the hot scene in front of him and listened, thoroughly
aroused, to Tony's stream of protests. Hot! Yes, it was; he was! Almost
unaware, he tugged at his shirt and pulled it up over his ripped chest. In
a swift motion it was over his head and lying on the floor. Ricky, glancing
across, smiled. He knew, from past experience, that they would both soon be
naked, along with their victim, in order that they could enjoy the intimate
pleasures more fully.
	He certainly knew that he would have to get his jeans off soon. His
rigid cock was getting uncomfortable, but he didn't want to let up on Tony
even for an instant. Briefly, he glanced down at the bulge in his jeans,
then looked back at Baz to find him watching. Baz lifted an eyebrow and
Ricky nodded. With a quick movement, Baz was beside Ricky. His fingers
quickly found Ricky's belt and unbuckled it. With similar dexterity, he
unfastened the button at the waist of the jeans and then carefully
unbuttoned the fly. Ricky's pale blue briefs bulged obscenely as the
pressure on them was reduced and Baz couldn't resist stroking the hardness
they contained.
	"Urrgghhh. No. Don't. I'm too close. He's got to be the first. Just
ease the jeans a bit."
	Unlike Tony's continuing protests at the treatment being meted out
to his dick, this did not go ignored. Baz stopped his brief fondling of
Ricky's ever-so-sensitive organ and took hold of his jeans in both
hands. Ricky straightened his kneeling posture as Baz tugged the denim
downwards and soon the jeans were gathered around firm, muscular
thighs. The front of the blue briefs was severely tented and clearly damp
as Ricky's cock, more than ready for action, persistently leaked pre-cum
into the material. Baz just couldn't resist stoking a finger over the
extreme tip of the straining erection. Ricky jerked abruptly.
	"NO! I told you how close I am. Pack it in."
	Again, Baz complied, slipping back over the floor to take up a
position beside Tony's prone and twitching body. The babbling protests
continued.
	"Oooooohhhh nnooooohhhhhh! For fuck's sake! You can't go
on. Ahhhhhh shitttt. I'm not going to let you ... don't make me ...
Bugger. STOOOOOOPPPP!! Get your hand's off me. Leave my dick alone! Ohhhhh
FUUUUUUUUCKKK!"
	Baz got close to Tony's right ear to interrupted the verbal flow
whilst he reached down and unbuckled his own belt..
	"Stop fighting it, Tony. It's only something you've done for
yourself a lot over the last few years. Now Ricky's doing it for you. You
should be grateful. You have a beautiful dick and we want to see that it
works efficiently."
	"Nooooohhhh. Pleeeease stop?" Tony's voice had climbed a pitch as
he felt his inevitable climax growing stronger and closer. Desperation had
set in.
	"You don't mean that, Tony." Baz was unfastening his jeans in order
to be ready. "You know you really need to shoot. You need to feel that cum
boiling up through your cock and spewing out of the tip." His fly was now
spread open by his own rigid rod poking his black briefs out at the
front. "You have to show us how much of MAN you are. You want to do that,
don't you?"
	Tony's head shook vigorously, beginning to sweat with the
strain. "Nnnnnnoooooo," he moaned, but the sexy talk had sent renewed
signals and he rapidly approached the point of no return. This was further
encouraged by Ricky's hand sliding even faster over the length of his
well-lubricated steel-stiff fuck-rod.
	"Oh yes. I think so," Baz continued. "I can see how close you
are. Only a matter of seconds now and we will see you blow your first jet
of seed for us all over yourself. And, just to show our appreciation, we
will add our cum to yours straight afterwards. We are so very excited." He
tentatively stroked the black-encased stiffness between his legs. "So come
on, Tony. Shoot it, now! Show us what you are made of. Let fly with that
spunk of yours."
	Tony suddenly gave a small cry. He couldn't stand his cock being
jerked like this, but it had proved effective. Ricky's wanking and Baz's
verbal stimulation had pumped his juice past being unstoppable. Already the
surge was building.
	"Aaarrghhh! NOOO!" Tony cried out helplessly as he approached the
instant of release. But nothing could halt what was about to happen.
	"Ohhh noohh urrrghhhhhhh!!" His dick twitched once, twice, in
Ricky's hand and the slit opened wide. Milky-white fluid shot through the
opening and rocketed into the air over Tony's prone and almost-naked
body. Before it could land, a second surge ejected another stream into the
air. Tony cried and grunted as electric sensations coursed through him
originating from his pulsing dick. As he felt the first load of cum splash
onto his body, a third ejaculation spewed upwards followed by a fourth, a
fifth and a sixth. In turn, they each fell upon Tony's naked chest
criss-crossing it with ropes of sticky, pungent fluid.
	Racked by the experience of this most intense orgasm, Tony
helplessly moaned, more tears trickling down. He knew he had never felt
anything like this in his young life and suffered abject shame that it had
been brought about, and witnessed by. two unknown men. He felt the jolts
gradually subside, but his sperm flow hadn't finished. It continued to ooze
through the slit and slide, like lava, down the length of his cock, to be
massaged into the flesh by Ricky's still molesting hand.
	With his attention totally focussed on his ravaged prick, Tony was
barely aware that it had suddenly been released to flop back against his
belly or that his two assailants now knelt on either side of his
cum-covered body. When he did open his eyes, her saw the two young
violators with the fronts of their respective pants pulled down and their
two stiff weapons jutting over him. Two hands jerked urgently at the fleshy
rods and the air was filled with grunts and groans as Tony's captors
rapidly brought themselves to ecstatic and massive climaxes.

To be continued

Author: Stripscott
Email:  gjd18br@aol.com