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DESPERATELY SEEKING ORGASM by Richard

Jesse Metcalfe roared up the hill on his beloved motorcycle toward his new North Beverly Drive pad, rounding the last curve before pulling into his driveway and dismounting.  As he removed his helmet, he couldn’t help glancing in his chopper side-view mirror thinking to himself “am I one sexy hunk or what?” as he caressed his close-cropped hair and lovingly smoothed it back into place above his famously shaped and trimmed eyebrows.

As he fumbled for his house keys in the pocket of his tight blue jeans as he strode towards his front door, the red glow of the last vestiges of the sunset behind the next ridge told him that tomorrow would likely be an even hotter day than it had been today. It had been a long, sweaty ride back from his agent’s Westside office and the muscular stud was looking forward to a nice cool shower and a bite to eat before going out later to hit the club scene, starting at Boulevard 3 and Social. Having to wear the designer leather motorcycle jacket over the rest of his clothes as he rode home had left him sweaty- he could feel his hairy armpits dripping with sweat and his clothes clinging damply to the rest of his body, his tight black Calvin Klein boxer briefs being particularly steamy, having ridden up into the crack of his tight ass and clinging to his dampened crotch as well.

As soon as he closed the front door behind him, he peeled off the leather jacket and flung it on the back of a chair, noting in the full-length hallway mirror that indeed two large sweat spots had developed under his muscular arms, soaked up by the absorbent cotton of his funky orange tee-shirt that hugged his magnificent torso. Jesse couldn’t help again admiring the full-length view of his sexy bod, noting how his tight blue jeans hugged the ample bulge of his crotch and perfectly framed the contours of his tight, manly ass, the black “Calvin Klein” logo of his black boxer briefs being sexily revealed as he again admiringly smoothed his designer-shorn locks in the mirror, his manhood twitching in the tight confines of his jeans with narcissistic pleasure in response.  Jesse had to admit he was horny as usual- some lucky lady was going to get her brains fucked out tonight, mused Jesse leering at his own reflection and winking at himself in the mirror.

As Jesse entered the master bedroom making a bee-line for the luxurious multi-head shower that he had been anticipating all the way home, an unfamiliar voice growled at him from behind to “Stop right there, fucker! You take another step and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out, asshole!”

Shocked, Jesse whirled around to see a 6’ 3” dude dressed totally in black and wearing a black ski mask pointing a .38 special revolver right at him!  The gunman then ordered him to “get your hands up in the air where I can see’ em- you make one false move and you’re a dead man!”

Scared shitless, Jesse immediately complied, raising his sun-tanned muscular arms high in the air over his handsome head and crossing them behind, his tee shirt riding up to reveal his laddered abdominal six-pack and the black “Calvin Klein” logo of his black boxer briefs, along with a “happy trail” line of dark hair that rode up out of his jeans towards his innie navel.  At least it appeared that Jesse was no longer waxing or being forced to wax his body hair as he had done while in “Desperate Housewives”!

Jesse then managed to say “Hey, man, don’t fuckin’ shoot me, OK?  You can have whatever you want, dude!  My wallet’s in my jeans. You can have it! Just take it and go!”

“OK, that’s good for a start.  You’re damned right we can have whatever we want and I want it ALL, fucker!” replied the dark-clad gunman. “Mac, go over and get his wallet, dude!”

To Jesse’s horror as he glanced to his left he realized that the gunman was not alone and another black-clad ski-masked dude emerged from where he had been hiding in Jesse’s huge walk-in closet which was lined with designer clothes of all sorts.  The second gunman approached where Jesse stood with his hands above his head, nervous sweat now trickling out of his armpits to mingle with the rest of the sweat that had accumulated on his ride home, Jesse idly realizing that even he could now smell his own funky manstink combined with what was left of his deodorant, with his upraised arms and sweat-soaked tee just inches from his handsome face.

“Mac” then proceeded to locate Jesse’s wallet, which was clearly outlined in his left front jeans pants’ pocket, after first unnecessarily “patting down” Jesse and feeling up his jeans-encased ass pretending to be searching for the wallet as Jesse squirmed his ass uncomfortably at such an unexpectedly over-familiar touch over his manly backside and tight-jean-encased asscrack by another man.  The second gunman then reached into and emptied out the right front pants’ pocket, digging well into same, his fingers scrabbling around with strong fingers and “accidentally” brushing the tight crotch area of Jesse’s packed jeans as he did so, only finding his motorcycle/house keys and some spare change for his trouble.  By the time “Mac” had “found” the wallet and extracted it, his strong fingers had managed to not only brush but friction directly and deliberately against the head of Jesse’s manhood through his jeans and underwear, Jesse squirming uncomfortably and trying to shift out of the way to stop the unwanted and humiliating contact, horrified to feel his traitorous manhood twitch with pleasure from the expert ministrations of the masked and armed gunman, and hoping he did not notice the unbidden response. Jesse blushed with embarrassment and cursed the fact that he WAS indeed extremely horny, having anticipated screwing some chick’s brains out later that evening.

To Jesse’s extreme relief the gunmen turned their attention to the contents of Jesse’s wallet, emptying out only a small amount of ready cash, less than $40 in small bills, a few condoms, a gasoline credit card, his SAG card and nothing else.  The gunmen were clearly pissed at such a meager “take” but the “first” one noticed the name on his Screen Actors Guild card- “Jesse Metcalfe”.

“Say, Mac, check out this card!  Why, we are in the fuckin’ presence of none other than ‘Jesse Metcalfe’ – you know that gardener dude from ‘Desperate Housewives’! We bagged ourselves a fuckin’ ‘celebrity’, dude!  But, shit, this fucker ain’t worth shit! Barely 40 bucks on him!”  Then, wheeling his view back toward the trembling Jesse, the first gunman said “You better have more cash around here someplace, Mr. Jesse Fuckin Metcalfe, or you’re gonna hafta ‘pay’ some other way!”

Terrified, Jesse realized that he indeed had no actual additional cash lying around the house.  All his bills were sent to and paid by his business agent, and, since his career had not been going as well lately there was even less for anyone to have access to.  Plus, even with his waning “celebrity” status, Jesse was still used to clubs and restaurants “comping” his bar and restaurant tabs so he ate and drank for free, the clubs and restaurants happy for the publicity generated by his visits and the paparazzi publicity generated by tabloid pictures taken on their premises, so he was not used to carrying much cash.

Jesse therefore said “Look, dudes, that’s all the cash I have in the house for real! I’m fuckin’ serious!  If I had more around I would give it to you! You both have guns for God’s sake!  I wouldn’t hold out on you if I had the cash!” pleaded Jesse, his muscular arms beginning to ache from being held so high, and the heartthrob somewhat embarrassed that his perfect abdominals and “happy trail” were still exposed, the slight warm breeze wafting through the room making him feel somewhat laid bare and vulnerable and emphasizing his enforced, submissive position.

“But, look, dudes there’s my Rolex over there, there’s a few rings around, plasmas, stereo systems, the works!  C’mon, dudes, just take that shit and get outta here!” reasoned Jesse, “desperate” to get free.

“Yeah, Mac, go get that Rolex and the rings but the rest of this fuckin’ stuff is too fuckin bulky- we want the small, valuable things not a lot of movie star toys.  Speakin’ of ‘toys’ this fucker’s probably got a gold-plated vibrating dildo around here someplace if those tabloid stories are right!” guffawed gunman number 1.

Horrified and furious at the same time and cursing out loud about that “fat fag Perez Hilton” for starting those rumors in the blogs that Jesse was gay, felt compelled to “defend” himself saying “Oh , NO WAY, dudes!  What, don’t tell me you believe any of that shit about my being gay?  Shit, just look at the tabloids-I’m always with hot chicks in all the pics!” protested Jesse, a bit too much perhaps.

“Well that’s too fuckin’ bad Mr. Jesse Fuckin Metcalfe. You should be so lucky as to have a fuckin’ gold-plated vibrator around here.  The ‘take’ from this haul is totally shit so far.  And I don’t fuckin’ believe you about not having any more cash around!  Whaddaya say, Mac?  I say we ‘persuade” Mr. Jesse Fuckin Metcalfe here to tell us where it is!” announced gunman number 1 to Jesse’s horror.

“No really, man, I don’t HAVE any cash anywhere!” not liking the sound of their using “persuasion” on him.  “I mean it, man, I SWEAR!” pleaded the terrified heartthrob, nervous sweat now pouring down from his forehead and dripping onto the floor.

“The fucker’s lying, Mac, I can tell! Look, he’s sweating like a pig!  Well, we have ways of makin’ people talk, now don’t’ we, Mac?” guffawed gunman number one as Mac joined in cackling with amusement,  Mac replying “Yeah, Vinnie, we sure do!” scaring the shit out of the captured Metcalfe.

To Jesse’s horror, “Vinnie,” the first gunman, suddenly waved his .38 revolver in Jesse’s direction and ordered him to “STRIP, motherfucker!  NOW!”

Jesse could not believe his ears.  To his way of thinking, he was a major celebrity, a party-hardy, favored member of Hollywood glitterati, a King of the Tabloids.  He had no intention of baring any part of his gym-toned bod to the likes of these low-class gunmen.  Plus he feared just what this “persuasion” would entail- and if he was actually, er, semi-unclothed, he would be all that more vulnerable and unable to protect himself from the armed gunmen.

So, Jesse stated “Look, dudes, this has gone fuckin’ far enough!  I already TOLD you that there is NO MORE cash in the house!  If there was I would give it to you!”

Vinnie guffawed at this as an “obvious fabrication” and that “houses like these usually have hidden safes somewhere where rich people keep a stash of bills- we’ll find it when you tell us where it is- even if it takes a little ‘persuasion’!”

“What is this ‘persuasion’ shit anyway?” demanded Jesse, getting pissed off at the morons’ stupid “orders” he had no intention of complying with.  “You better not mess with me you low-life trash!  You know who I am!  I’m a fuckin’ celebrity- you think you’re gonna get away with any shit with me you’re fuckin’ insane!  Now put down those guns, take your fuckin’ loot and GO!”

“Loot? Shit the ‘take’ from this job ain’t worth shit- 40 lousy bucks and a Rolex and a few rings?  If you can’t pay up you’re gonna hafta fuckin ‘put out’!” guffawed Vinnie. “Now I’m not gonna tell ya again big shot- FUCKIN’ STRIP NOW!!!”

Jesse was now totally scared shitless but trying not to show it.  “Put out?” “Strip?”  He didn’t like the sound of either.

“Look, dudes, this is crazy.  I’ve already given you all I’ve got! I mean, OK, you can tie me up and shit so you can get away, but there is no fuckin’ reason in hell you need me to fuckin’ strip to my skivvies! I won’t call the cops, I swear!” pleaded Jesse.

“To your ‘skivvies’?  Hell no!  Strip means strip naked you fuckin’ moron!” replied Vinnie.

“What the fuck?  Strip NAKED!?  NO FUCKIN’ WAY! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKIN’ MINDS??! I’M A CELEBRITY! NO ONE ORDERS ME AROUND, FUCKER!” replied Jesse, outraged, never realizing they meant for him to strip completely!  No one could make him do that!

“You want me to shoot your fuckin’ nuts off, asshole!?  This gun says you STRIP NAKED NOW!!” shot back Vinnie.

Despite more pleas and his repeated assertions that he HAD no more cash in the house no matter what they did to him and pleas that they not “beat the shit out of him” that he had an “image” to protect and his face and hot bod was his meal ticket, etc., Jesse found himself with no real options and realized that he might actually have to bare his all lest the intruders rough him up and ruin his career (such as it is).

Glaring with anger and humiliation, Jesse was left with no option but to slowly remove his sweat-soaked tee shirt peeling it up and off his hunky body to reveal that Jesse was no longer waxing and shaving his torso like in “Desperate Housewives,” but in fact had allowed his natural dark chest hair to re-grow, a light carpet of dark chest hair fanning over the flared musculature of his chest and pointed nips, the thick matted dark hair of his manly armpits glistening with sweat also revealed as he raised his arms to remove the tee, finally defiantly tossing the sweaty garment on the ground, glaring at his captors for forcing him to remove it.  Not that Jesse minded showing off his bare chest- but that was for his own amusement and ego-stroking- this was against his will and he HATED it!

“The jeans, motherfucker!” was Vinnie’s next order.

Glaring even more defiantly, Jesse slowly undid his wide leather belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his tight designer jeans, then slowly lowered them to the ground revealing his sun-bronzed, muscular legs lightly covered in a down of dark, manly hair before he kicked them off defiantly and shoved them to the side with his foot, glaring at his captors, now clad only in his packed, black Calvin Klein boxer briefs and socks. Jesse felt ridiculous being seen half naked by these total strangers and low-class sleazeball ones at that!  It made him feel so out-of-control and vulnerable, being used to being fawned and fussed over, not being forced to respond to unwanted demands!

 “Now lose the shorts!” commanded Vinnie.

“C’mon man, this is crazy!  The shorts stay at least!” attempted Jesse.

“Don’t fuckin’ piss me off if you value your looks, hotshot!” shot back Vinnie.

Again afraid of losing his manly-but-pretty-boy looks, Jesse had no option but to comply, slowly lowering his sweat-soaked black Calvin Klein boxer briefs to reveal his larger-than-expected cock and big hairy balls, his luxuriant dark knitted pubic bush and sexy tan line to Vinnie and Mac’s view. Jesse felt so exposed and vulnerable as his exposed privates and now completely bared, to-die-for ass felt the kiss of the cooler air of the room as his steamy genitalia was now forcibly exposed to the open air. Worse, Jesse heard Vinnie ask Mac “you getting all this on cam, Mac?” whereupon Jesse looked up to see that indeed Mac had been videotaping Jesse’s forced nudity!

“You fuckers are FILMING this?? No fuckin’ way!  Turn that thing off  NOW!” demanded an outraged Jesse who (too late!) attempted to cover his exposed genitalia from the prying eyes of the “you-are-there” quality of the digital video, to the duo’s loud laughter, Jesse even more horrified that his humiliation was somehow causing his cock to involuntarily stiffen a bit as it made contact with the palms of his own hands which were futilely trying to cover his exposed genitals as completely as humanly possible, Jesse blushing with embarrassment at his total exposure, and on cam no less!

“Me n’ Mac are gonna have fun posting this on the Internet, unless you cough up some decent blackmail money!” goaded Vinnie, as the duo laughed uproariously and Jesse fumed and blushed. Jesse had every intention of having his agent pay these dudes big money to get that tape back- he was NAKED on it for God’s sake!  He HAD to keep those sort of pics off the Internet, but he was sure the duo’s price would be low maybe a few thousand at most and well worth it to have them destroyed.

But then, to add insult to injury the duo then forced Jesse at gunpoint to turn around for the camera, revealing Jesse’s to-die-for ass, the pale globes alabaster white and split by a fine line of dark hair filling its crack, in total contrast to the rest of Jesse’s perfectly tanned muscular body and the smooth skin and rippling muscles of his suntanned back and hairy legs.

Upon further threats of “roughing him up” Jesse was then forced to bend way over and spread the cheeks of his own hunky ass revealing the depths of his ass and so that his lightly fur-lined crack was spread wide open and (presumably!) virginal hair-haloed anal rosebud was fully revealed for the camera, his pink-fleshed and hair-haloed tiny pucker smiling for the camera, to Jesse’s abject humiliation.

Vinnie then had Jesse turn back around facing the camera saying “Is that as big as that little thing gets?” pointing to Jesse’s sizeable manhood.

“Of course not, asshole, it gets WAY bigger around the ladies!” bragged Jesse, his vanity and pride challenged by such a comment, realizing too late what he just set himself up for.

“Oh yeah, well then show us!  Show us how big it gets!  Show us how big you can make your hotshot celebrity dick get!” teased Vinnie.

“What??? Are you out of your fucking mind?” “What are you guys, some kind of fuckin’ fags yourselves?” replied Jesse, aghast.  “NO WAY!”

“You heard me, asshole!  Prove it to us how big your little noodle gets when hard or we’ll shoot your fuckin’ nuts off!” “You CAN get it up, hotshot, can’t you?” queried Vinnie, letting the “are you some kind of fuckin’ fags” question remain unanswered for the time being.

Fearful of loosing the crown jewels of his hairy nutsacs to the .38, and somewhat offended by this challenge to his manhood and the implication that his dick was somehow small even though it wasn’t, Jesse had no choice but to begin masturbating his cock for the duo’s amusement, all being filmed by Mac as well.  Jesse assumed the duo were having him do all this strictly to humiliate him since he was a hotshot celebrity maybe they thought he was “too big for his britches” and were getting even by taking him down a peg and as a way to ensure payment of a few thou to get the tape back, but not for any sexual gratification.  The duo did not look like “fags” to Jesse.

Fuming with anger at the humiliation of standing there completely bareass naked in front of the low-class intruders and performing such an intimate, private act normally done in complete privacy only in the rare instances when Jesse failed to “score,” all for the low-class intruders’ perverse idea of “entertainment.” Jesse nonetheless managed to masturbate in front of them, his big dick getting harder and lengthening as it filled with blood, reminding Jesse just how horned up he was, anticipating banging whatever sweet young thing he was going to pick up at Boulevard 3 or Social that evening.  But things had certainly taken an unexpected turn!

“Whew, Mac, well it looks like the asshole is a stud after all- look at the dick on this guy!” as the duo laughed uproariously and Jesse fumed, albeit somewhat pridefully at the justified admiration of his growing manhood as it jutted out obscenely from its tightly-knitted nest of dark pubes.

“Play with those big nips hotshot!  Let’s see what you do when you’re horned up and no chicks around!” laughed Mac, filming away.

“What?  Are you insane?  I told you I’m no fag! Only faggots play with those when they get off!” protested Jesse.

But left with no choice given Vinnie’s waving of the gun towards his fuzzy crown jewels, Jesse scowlingly reached up with his left hand to tweak his right nip while he continue to jerk himself off, the duo noting how first it and then his left nip soon hardened into eraser-head erections of their own, and laughing at how the hotshot could not suppress an unexpected groan of pleasure at the apparently unaccustomed sensation of tit play while masturbating.  Maybe he really was straight!, thought the duo to themselves. Well, Jesse was soon to learn of new pleasures among men as well as forms of pleasure torture though little did he know that at this point.

When Jesse was rock hard, Vinnie suddenly ordered him to “OK, stop, asshole.  You don’t wanna jizz on the fancy floor do ya?”

Jesse, who was in fact almost on the verge of climaxing, and torn between how good it would have felt yet not really wanting to actually ejaculate a big hot load of his pent-up hotshot celebrity baby-makers in front of the low-class intruders and on camera to boot, stopped jerking off on command, his frustrated boner waving in the air, as the duo laughed and pointed at his predicament.

“OK, Mac, you got the handcuffs and shit?” queried Vinnie, to Jesse’s horror.

“Look, dudes, like I said before, you don’t need to fuckin’ tie me up or handcuff me or any shit like that!  I swear I won’t call the cops- just take this stuff and go!” pleaded Jesse once again.

“Naw, why should we trust you?  We’re gonna restrain you, dude, so get used to it.” replied Vinnie.

“But I’m fuckin’ naked! You wouldn’t tie me up like that!  And if you leave me here tied up I could starve!” sweated Jesse, scared shitless.

“Don’t worry, dude. You can give us your agent’s number and after an hour or so after we make our getaway we can call him and let him free you.  That is unless you prefer we call the cops then and the paparazzi and let THEM find you that way!”

“Oh shit , no! You wouldn’t call the cops and paparazzi!  My career! They’d think it was some kind of sex game gone wrong- maybe even some kind of gay shit!  I’d be ruined!!!  Yeah, OK I’ll give you my agent’s number.  I could tell him some chick tied me up as a joke. So just hurry up, tie me up or whatever and get out of here- I gotta get to the clubs, dudes!  The longer this all takes the worse it will be,” begged Jesse.

So, at his own request, so to speak, Jesse soon found himself handcuffed to his own chinning bar in his bedroom where he did all his pull-ups, his recently tattooed arms raised high above his head so that his sweat-slick darkly hairy armpits were either side of his famously perfectly trimmed and shaped eyebrows.  Jesse was shocked when the duo also cuffed his hairy ankles into a spreader bar with ankle cuffs so that his muscular sun-tanned legs were spread wide apart, his wide-spread, bare feet barely touching the floor to support his weight.

Apparently seeking to make his captors realize what a sophisticated stud he was, and since he wrongly assumed his captors were about to depart now that Jesse was tied up (well, cuffed etc.) and since he had a tendency to brag about his prowess, Jesse then let it be known that one night when he was really buzzed after a night of clubbing at trendy bars, one of his former girlfriends had talked him into being tied to the bedposts while she “tongue-worshipped” him from head to toe (literally it seems) while he barked out orders to “yeah suck my dick” “lick my balls, you bitch, yeahh” etc. while he squirmed in his bondage, and suggested to his captors that “you ought to try it once with your girlfriends, it can be hot, dudes!”

“I told my agent about that time, so I’m sure he’ll believe that that is what happened again when he finds me.  His number is (310) 555-1212- just give him a ring in about an hour or less and he can be here to free me in time to make it to the clubs!”

“Yeah, yeah, right” mumbled Vinnie paying no attention.  Now that the duo had Jesse where they wanted him, naked and tightly bound, his big cock still half-hard from its near-ejaculation, they could now proceed to take what they REALLY wanted- Jesse’s studly bod!

To Jesse’s horror, his eyes bugged out as the 6’4” Vinnie and 6’ 3” Mac began suddenly stripping out of their own all-black clothes until they too were completely naked save for their black ski masks which disguised their full identity.  Though horrified at this development, Jesse forced himself to take a good look at his now essentially naked captors so that he could identify them for the police. The leader, Vinnie had the olive coloring of an Italian with dark body hair on his chest, pits and pubes, whereas Mac was lightly tanned with blond pubes and pits, and a chiseled but smooth brown chest.  Their exposed cocks looked to be as big as Jesse’s own, and even worse, each gunman was now sporting a huge boner- the fuckers were sexually aroused by all this! 

“What the fuck?” queried Jesse.  “Why the fuck are you stripping?  You were gonna take the loot and go!  What are you, some kind of fuckin fags or something?”

“Yeah, asshole, we ARE gay, and we’re gonna see how “straight” you really are, all caught on cam!” replied Vinnie.

WHA? Oh my God!  NO WAY!  You fuckin’ fags stay away from me!” ordered a glaring Jesse.

“Hey dude you’ve called us ‘fuckin fags’ a few too many times!  You know you deserve to be punished for that!” announced Vinnie.

“Punished?  How the fuck do you ‘punish’ a grown man like me?  I’m not some little boy who fucked up!” scoffed Jesse.

“Yeah you are.  When you act like a dumb little kid with a potty mouth, you get treated like a dumb little kid who needs to be taught a lesson on his backside!” noted Vinne, slowly extracting Jesse’s own large leather belt from his own discarded jeans and slapping it forcefully against his own hand with a loud crack.

“What? You’re gonna fucking SPANK me!?  HA, don’t make me laugh!  That is so fuckin’ lame! You lay a hand on any part of my bod and you’re a DEAD man you fuckin pervert!” fumed Jesse. 

“You talk too fuckin much, too!” growled Vinnie, grabbing Jesse’s own discarded sweat-stinking Calvin Klein boxer briefs and rubbing the intimate, sweaty areas which had tightly clung to his own asscrack, asshole and sweaty balls and cock as he rode his motorcycle in the hot weather right into Jesse’s horrified face, making him sniff the sweat-damp steaming undies at gunpoint before shoving them into his mouth as Jesse choked on his own musky manstink and was horrified to feel some of his own stray pubies tickling his tongue as he tried desperately to expel his stinking shorts from his mouth.  After a good laugh, Vinnie removed the shorts as a fuming Jesse attempted without complete success to spit out the pubies!
Vinnie and Mac then simply proceeded to suddenly put Jesse’s belt to good use, spanking the arrogant Jesse's bare ass with it as well as their hands, until Jesse's backside was flaming fire engine red and itching and burning, and Jesse was yelping in real pain as his backside felt like it was on fire! Vinnie and Mac punctuated the blows with verbal shaming of their victim, who continued to thrash and curse and threaten, then beg, since it fuckin hurt, to no avail. Mac also deliberately pinched and squeezed Jesse's fire-engine-red ass, yanking stray hairs which grew in the crack of Jesse's ass, yanking the hairs right out of his crack, to Jesse's accompanying yelps of astonishment and outrage, Jesse’s hardening cock flapping from side to side from the force of the blows and forced asshair-pulling, his big dick swaying, hardening and lengthening from the pain/pleasure combination
The suspended Jesse was then suddenly startled as the naked Mac began rubbing the entire length of his body against the entire length of the front of Jesse's hunky, denuded body, Mac deliberately rubbing his boner and hairy balls against Jesse's still half-hard cock and horny balls, while the now naked Vinnie did likewise, rubbing the entire length of the front of his body against the entire length of Jesse's sunbronzed back, hunky asscheeks and hairy legs, Vinnie relishing the feel of his hard cock sliding through Jesse's hairy, sweaty virgin asscrack, causing Jesse to erupt with another string of curses at the "goddamned faggots! Let me go, you fucking sickos" again to the delight of Mac and Vinnie.
Worse, the sensuous frottage of Jesse's front and back was making him secretly as horny as hell, it actually felt GOOD, TOO good, which could no longer be denied since Jesse's giant pecker was now throbbing with lust as he felt Mac rub his own hard cock against Jesse's while Mac rubbed his tits against Jesse's own hairy man-tits, while Vinnie simultaneously rubbed his own naked hairy body against the back of Jesse's, sliding his own hard cock right through Jesse's private, normally-guarded, hairy asscrack and hunky "still-red-hot-from-spanking" buttcheeks.
To add insult to injury, Vinnie and Mac took turns reaching up and under Jesse's sweaty, thickly-haired armpits, tickling lightly and then more forcefully, yanking on his dripping armpit hairs and pulling some out while they mercilessly tickled and licked out the sweat from Jesse's exposed vulnerable pits, alternately teasing, licking, tickling and nibbling on Jesse's erect hairy man-tits as well. Mac and Vinnie also delighted in simultaneously running their tickling fingers down Jesse's helplessly exposed sides, ribs, stomach and laddered abdominals, Mac even cleaning the lint out of Jesse's hairy "inny" navel with his hot, wet tongue.
Jesse went ballistic at this treatment ordering the "psychos" to "fucking stop this at once, that he was not ticklish," Jesse bravely gritting his teeth.
While Vinnie continued his frottage and dry-humping of Jesse's bad-boy ass as well as his armpit, tit and torso tickling of Jesse, Mac suddenly began sucking on Jesse's rock-hard cock and hairy balls, both Mac and Vinnie deriding Jesse for getting a boner with "no girls around, hmm maybe you're not as straight as you think you are, Jesse! Be sure to smile for the camera, dude!"
While Mac sucked Jesse's cock and teased his hairy balls, Vinnie and Mac not only continued reaching up and tickling his armpits and torso, but also Vinnie suddenly buried his handsome face right into Jesse's hairy virgin asscrack and over his still red hot asscheeks using his wet, hot taster to drive Jesse up the proverbial wall. Vinnie spread Jesse's bad-boy buttcheeks and chomped down, slurping his tongue over Jesse's musky crack then over and into Jesse's exposed, hair-haloed virgin asshole, Vinnie also again slapping and spanking those deserving buttcheeks while he slid his tongue right up Jesse's virgin asshole.
Vinnie and Mac continued this treatment for several minutes, Mac sucking Jesse's cock for all he was worth, again and again driving Jesse to the brink of orgasm, only to deny the arrogant Jesse any sexual relief. Vinnie and Mac would temporarily abandon their cock-sucking and ass-rimming to instead simultaneously tongue-bathe the entire length of the front and back of Jesse's suspended body, Jesse able to do little other than to alternately curse them and ooo and ahhh at the feeling of his body being hyper-sexually stimulated.
Mac thoroughly tongue-bathed each of Jesse's hairy pits, savoring their musky manly scent.
Jesse was reduced to plaintive, sex-starved mewls of lust as Mac then delved down to devour Jesse's hairy chest tickling nibbling, and tweaking Jesse's pink-eraser-tipped erect tits each in turn, then trailing his taster down and over Jesse's laddered abdominals, tonguing out his hair-haloed navel while simultaneously tickling his vulnerable sides and ribs. Mac merely blew his hot breath on Jesse's straining-for-a release-which -was- to- be-denied throbbing cock as he tongued his way down the length of Jesse's sun-bronzed, muscular, hairy legs, down to his spreader-bar-encased bare feet and toes which were thoroughly sucked and devoured.
Meanwhile, Vinnie was leaving snail-trails of his own hot saliva all over Jesse's sun-bronzed muscular back, starting by nibbling on Jesse's sensitive earlobes, then over his sun-bronzed bull neck, then down to his massive outstretched sun-bronzed shoulders, Vinnie sinking his teeth lightly into each of these as he licked and nibbled his way down Jesse's straight-arrow spine, nibbling and biting Jesse's still-red-hot-from-spanking asscheeks, then sliding his taster down the backs of Jesse's spread, hairy thighs and calves only to join Mac in now licking and tickling each of Jesse's spreader-bar-encased bare feet, sliding fingers and tongues up and down his sensitive soles, spreading his toes and sucking on them each in turn.
Jesse again concentrated on not allowing himself to break, gritting his teeth with resolve not to allow himself to laugh or let on that this was driving him out of his skin. Worse, it all seemed to make his unsatisfied boner throb all the more in unfulfilled lust. Jesse managed to get by for the time being by allowing himself a few manly (he hoped) gasps and exhalations and a stifled shriek or two, somehow managing not break into embarrassing giggles.
Instead, Mac and Vinnie returned to their cock-and-ball sucking and ass-rimming of Jesse, again driving Jesse again and again to the brink of orgasm, only to back off at the critical moment and laugh as Jesse's boner throbbed with insistent, but unfulfilled desire.
Jesse's sense of panic only grew as he saw Vinnie's hands emerge on either side of him from behind, with fingers flexed. They hovered there motionless, just millimeters from the surface of his skin.

Vinnie's hands still hovered over each side of Jesse's trembling ribcage, not quite touching the smooth, sweating, sun-bronzed flesh. He began wiggling his fingers threateningly and whispered into Jesse's ear, "Don't you wish there was something you could do to stop this? Something you could say to make me change my mind? Isn't it maddening to know that what is about to happen to you is completely out of your control?"

Vinnie's warm breath tickled his ear, but it was nothing compared to the sensations Jesse experienced next. Without waiting for Jesse's answer, Vinnie dug the fingertips of both hands in halfway up his exposed ribcage on either side and initiated a sudden and violent tickle attack. A painful blast of adrenaline flooded Jesse's entire body like a high voltage electrical charge. Every single muscle contracted in a desperate, involuntary effort to draw himself into a fetal ball and protect his horribly exposed torso, but the bonds held firm, keeping him stretched-out and hopelessly vulnerable under Vinnie's brutal onslaught.

The first sound Jesse emitted was a loud yelp of shock and pain immediately followed by a flood of helpless agonized laughter:

"YEOWWW!! AHH! AAHHhh...Haah...Ha...Ha...Haaaaargh...Hahahaaaaaaa...!!!"

As Vinnie's fingers continued to lethally prod up and down his ribs on both sides at once, periodically zeroing in on the spaces between them and vibrating his fingertips there without mercy, Jesse's face became redder and redder in response to the terrible sensations that engulfed him totally. His eyes were wild and he could barely catch his breath between blinding attacks of tortured laughter.

Without even slowing his assault, Vinnie was at his ear again, "How does that feel, Jesse?! Do you like that? HUH?! Do ya' like that, hotshot?!! ANSWER ME!!!"

There was no way Jesse could have vocalized a response; he could only blubber incoherently, gasping and shrieking like a man possessed. He had known it would be bad, but the reality of the inescapable sensations that wracked his body was almost more than the hotshot could comprehend. His body convulsed pitifully in its unforgiving bonds as the tickling continued unabated, crowding his throat with anguished laughs that prevented him from thinking clearly, much less speaking intelligibly.

Vinnie's technique was anything but gentle. His strong fingers attacked Jesse's armpits and ribcage with a relentless ferocity. The more Jesse reacted to the torture, the more merciless Vinnie became. Eventually Jesse's laughter was indistinguishable from his screams, and then the laughter and screams actually became silent in the terrible intensity of the moment. At that apex of sensation, Jesse's contorted face expressed anguish without a sound coming from his wide-open mouth except for the occasional loud gasps when he managed to draw huge gulps of air deep into his tormented lungs. His face was flushed red, his body slick with sweat, and the straining tendons in his neck stood out in sharp relief as he suffered in ultra-ticklish agony. His eyes were frantic, and tears of frustration and pain coursed down his hot cheeks. Jesse had known that he was ticklish and he knew the challenge was going to be a difficult one, but he was not at all prepared for the ruthless intensity of the hellish ordeal he then realized Vinnie was planning to put him through. Until then he had no idea what a real torture tickling could be...and Vinnie was obviously a master at his craft!

After 20 solid minutes of the harrowing torture, Vinnie's fingers finally relented and withdrew. Jesse's head immediately fell forward; sweat dripped from strands of short wet hair hanging over his forehead as his chest frantically heaved, hungrily sucking up the available oxygen .

"AWW FUCK!! ... SH-SHIT! ... (pant, pant) ... that fucking SUCKED!!!

Vinnie was behind him again in an instant. His arms snaked around Jesse's sides and hovered over his hips. He licked the salty moisture from the back of Jesse's neck and grabbed hold of both his hips simultaneously. He began to mercilessly knead the hip bones under his strong fingers and Jesse practically jumped out of his skin! He trailed his lips from the nape of Jesse's neck to his ear and began nibbling lightly on the earlobe at the same time. The two hot spots, hips and ears tormented in unison, annihilated him. Jesse screamed in the soundproof dungeon, begging Vinnie to focus his attentions elsewhere, laughing like a man possessed, howling pitifully like a wounded wolf.

"No! NO!! NOOO ... Noooooooooooooooo ...!!! Not there...NOT THERE PLEEEEZE...PLEE-HEE-HEEEZE ... AAAHH AH AHA HA Ha Haaaaaaa...!"

Then it stopped. Jesse opened his tearing eyes to find Vinnie's hands gone from his hips; Vinnie's lips had moved away from his sensitive ear. But Jesse had only a second to catch his breath before Vinnie's hands reappeared, this time holding a stiff red feather in each hand... and the begging began in earnest:

"C'mon man...that's enough, huh? PLEASE don't do this to me anymore, man!? C'mon...that's enough, huh?"

The tips of the feathers hovered over each of his tender nipples, vulnerable on his bare, hairy chest "Just do it!", and he drew in a deep breath, held it, and clenched his teeth in preparation.

The feathers came closer and closer to the tips of his pinkish-brown, erect, hair-flecked nipples as he looked down helplessly at his terribly exposed, ultrasensitive nubbins of delectable flesh. Jesse's eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets by the time the feathers made delicious contact. When they finally did, his chest expanded in response, he gasped loudly and then more tormented laughter spilled involuntarily from his sexy lips. His ultra-sensitive and responsive nipples became hard as diamonds while the feathers teased them without compassion, sending electric impulses from their hardened tips to the depths of Jesse’s cum-churning balls. Then Vinnie moved one feather down to his navel while the other continued tickling his nipples, moving back and forth between them, and Jesse went absolutely nuts, bucking against his restraints like a man in the throes of a violent seizure. The tip of the feather dipped deeply into his navel, and then spiraled just around the outside edge...

"OH GOD OH GOD OHGODOHGOD...OOOHHHH HA HA HAAAAHH GAH-HA-HAAAA-HAAD!!!" begged Jesse.

Vinnie moved both feathers up to Jesse's sweaty, stretched-out pits then. He trailed the tips cruelly through the thick, matted hair, all traces of Jesse’s deodorant now gone, leaving only his manly sweat to perfume them, Vinnie teasing the deep hyper-ticklish recesses of both armpits simultaneously...and Jesse lost it again...

"OH OH OHH NOOO...HA HA HAAAARGH!!! OH GOD, YOU HAVE TO STOP!! HA HA HAAA!! YOU HAVE TO...OH GOD, NOOOOO!!  NOT MY PITS, MAN!!!! HA HA HAA!!!"

Vinnie pinched one of Jesse's nipples then, letting the tiny hairs on his forearm brush against the tip of Jesse’s jutting cock as he did, as if by accident. He noted the way Jesse’s rock-hard erection twitched when he made that ever-so-slight, teasing contact. It pulsed twice, straining futilely up into the air, a drop of precum forming at its tip and dribbling thickly down the tumescent shaft. A soft groan/whimper escaped from between Jesse's clenched teeth and Vinnie knew then that he had the denuded hotshot stud exactly where he wanted him: alive with lust and immersed in a sea of erotic torment.

He twisted Jesse's other nipple hard and Jesse’s throbbing penis twitched again, this time without the aid of any additional stimulation. He gasped out loud as his cock began to drip even more. It bobbed in space, jutting urgently, practically begging for contact of some kind ... ANY kind.

Vinnie squeezed the tender nipple harder between his thumb and forefinger as he leaned forward to whisper into Jesse's ear, "You like this ... don't you? ADMIT IT!"

Jesse clenched his jaws defiantly and did his best to remain stoically silent, but his lips trembled slightly, belying his growing involuntary arousal.

"Your cock is SO hard right now, Jesse. The damn thing is dripping like a leaky faucet!", the sadistic teasing was making Vinnie's own hardened penis throb. "You want me to touch it ... don't you, Jesse?"

He waited patiently for an answer.  Finally, defeated, Jesse nodded his head almost imperceptibly. Then his lips moved over forcibly clenched teeth, "Y-yes ... touch it. Touch it ... pl-please?" It was barely a whisper.

The celebrity heartthrob seemed so “desperate” and he asked so nicely that Vinnie's cold heart was almost moved. Almost. He reached out and grabbed Jesse's stiff penis and stroked firmly, slowly, up and down its trembling length. Jesse exhaled loudly at the exquisite sensation, groaning in sublime ecstasy. His entire body became absolutely rigid with tension as he was edged inexorably closer to the anticipated precipice of orgasm. Jesse was accustomed to getting his rocks off regularly which was due him as a celebrity hotshot, on his own terms, not being denied his pleasure and toyed around with the way he toyed with bitches in heat.  Vinnie pumped the slippery cock 10 to 12 times, pumped it until it was obvious that one more stroke would bring the cocky ex-superstar off ... and then he let it go, laughing out loud as he watched it bob in the air with need, glazed with a thick coating of precum as it glistened, aching and unfulfilled, the hotshot groaning with need as his flagrantly aroused organ bobbed helplessly in rock-hard agony as the tormenting duo laughed all the more and slapped and batted the stud’s rock-hard erection around like a playtoy.

Jesse groaned loudly in frustration that bordered on agony. His sweat-slicked abs strained mightily to buck his hips and fuck the air, but his bondage allowed him no more than the slightest movement.

"Oh god ... oh god ... please ...", he breathed between clenched teeth, "Don't stop! PLEASE don't stop!! I'm s-so fucking cl-close!!! PLEASE?!"

"I'm sorry, Jesse", Vinnie whispered with demonic relish.

Jesse's lips pursed for a moment and then parted to whisper almost inaudibly, “I HAVE to cum ... please?! You now have my permission to touch it ... pl-please ... RIGHT NOW...PLEASE?!!"

"I'm really very sorry, Jesse", Vinnie lied through his teeth, thoroughly enjoying the unfortunate big shot's misery and pleading, "I can't. It wouldn't be right. My hands are tied!", he laughed out loud at that irony and then he reached out anyway and lightly tickled under Jesse's free-hanging, hairy balls, causing Jesse to moan as his cum-churning nuts ached for release. In response to the tantalizing sensation, the sensitive flesh of the bound celebrity’s testicles within his hairy, studly scrotum drew up tautly and his cock jerked with enflamed need. Another drop of glistening precum oozed from the distended tip to drip thickly onto the floor beneath the bound, desperate-to-cum actor.

Jesse could feel the red-hot semen boiling inside him, churning inside his swollen nuts, demanding release through his climax-poised erection, but the necessary tactile sensations just weren't there. His penis could only throb wetly in mid-air desperately waiting for the release that Vinnie was being very careful NOT to trigger. The feeling was well beyond the intensity of any sexual tension Jesse had ever experienced before. His cock ached; it burned with desire. He would have done anything ... ANYTHING ... to convince Vinnie to wrap his fist tightly around the rigid staff and jerk it to a glorious, mind-numbing orgasm. He would have agreed to any torture Vinnie could have conceived of in order to cum ... but he wasn't even given that option. So Jesse groaned and grit his perfectly even white teeth, waiting in dread for what would come next.

Vinnie bent down to move his face closer to Jesse's vulnerable left armpit, to inhale the strong scent of fear and fresh sweat that was constantly trickling through the thick, dark matted hair. He let his face hover there for a moment, basking in the body-heat that emanated from the tender wet flesh imprisoned in its bondage. Jesse's breathing accelerated in apprehension as he felt Vinnie's hot breath under his arm. Vinnie could wait no longer to sample the skin of his sweaty underarms. He dove in suddenly, his mouth open wide to devour the entire pit, pushing his tongue greedily into the deep hollow, alternately wildly licking, devouring and nibbling at the helpless flesh. The salty flavor and funky manstink spurred him on and his feasting became more ravenous. Jesse screamed into the silence as he felt Vinnie's tongue oh-so-ticklishly invading the squirming ultra-sensitive flesh beneath the sex hair of his totally exposed armpit, squirming insistently and wetly along the taut but extremely ticklish flesh, his teeth nipping furiously at its tender recesses, his teeth also tugging on clumps of Jesse’s manly pit hair and pulling on them adding bits of pain to the ticklish pleasure the bound stud was receiving from this perverse exploration of his exposed, manly armpit, as Jesse squirmed and squealed to no avail. His screams became mixed with helpless, agonized laughter as Vinnie continued lapping up the delicious sweat, obviously unconcerned with the degree of torment he caused his unfortunate victim, whose cock continued to throb and sway as it jutted out obscenely form his bound, helpless naked body, inexplicably making Jesse all the more aroused by this perverted over-stimulation and unabashed worship of his hairy pits.

"AAAAAAHH G-G-GAAAAHD, NOOOOOOO!! AH AHHH HA HAAAA HA HAAAA, N-N-NOOO OH-OH-OH ... HA HAAA HAAAARRRGH ...", Jesse's tortured laughter and screams continued unabated for about 5 minutes until Vinnie finally lifted his sweat-slicked face away from the steaming, saliva-slicked armpit and smacked his lips in appreciation of the musky male flavor. Jesse gulped air in shallow, constricted breaths. He said not a word as he recovered from the brief assault, knowing that nothing he could say would stop this ...

Jesse was indeed in a pitiful state, but it only made Vinnie beam with deliciously sadistic pleasure as he listened to the desperate begging, letting the erotic sound of it stimulate him even more. He let his hand travel down to his own crotch and give his own leaking cock a few more good squeezes while at the same time watching Jesse sweat, frantically imploring to at least be relieved of his increasingly “desperate” sexual tension and need to unload his swollen over-stimulated hairy balls. But Vinnie grabbed Jesse's still-throbbing cock instead and firmly gave it an agonizingly slow stroke ... and then another even slower one. The narcissistic stud’s eyes widened in surprise, as a loud moan welled up from deep within his hair-flecked chest, and his entire body went suddenly rigid in its bonds as the fiendish teasing of his hopelessly aroused cock began anew. The pumping continued with Vinnie relaxing the grip of his fist a little more after each slippery stroke.

Jesse groaned. A sound that could have been inspired either by pleasure or pain; it was impossible to tell for sure. The agony of his sexual denial melded with the unbearable pleasure shooting through his groin to create an erotic euphoria that transcended both pain and bliss; his body was wracked with both extremes of sensation.

Vinnie's grip on Jesse's throbbing cock gradually, maddeningly loosened with each stroke until he was barely grazing the poor sex-starved stud’s hungry shaft as it slid slowly in and out of his slackening fist. And then he let it go completely again, leaving the pulsing staff to ache urgently and bob in the air with unsatisfied need. Jesse whimpered in quiet desperation and his body shuddered once more in the sudden, disappointing loss of all genital stimulation. A single tear of frustration and pain trickled down a flushed cheek as the pleasure dissipated completely without affording any release, leaving poor Jesse with only the insistent ache in his cock.  The enormous load of red-hot cum boiling in his balls was reaching critical mass. His acutely tantalized penis felt as if it would split in half if he didn't shoot soon! Every cell in his brain was focused on his leaky cock as it throbbed hopelessly jutting out into space, denied.

Vinnie knelt down in front of his moaning captive then, and he leaned in close to study Jesse's trembling erection. It glistened deliciously, silently begging to be touched. Vinnie delighted in the fact that a single fingertip tickling the underside of the frustrated cocksure stud’s testicles would cause him to gasp and his desperately rigid penis to jerk erratically in the air. Unfortunately for Jesse, Vinnie found his captive's uselessly twitching penis endlessly amusing. Over and over again Vinnie teasingly ran the tip of his finger up the straining shaft and around the edge of the glans, eliciting a deep, tortured moan from Jesse each time. He forced drop after sticky drop of precum to ooze from the head of Jesse’s frustrated cock, keeping his handsome pleasure victim right at the brink of orgasm without ever letting him shoot his pent-up load, even smearing some precum over Jesse’s handsome lips and forcing him to taste it.

Vinnie noticed Jesse looking down at him in desperation as he toyed with Jesse’s swollen cock. With a smirk on his face, Vinnie winked at the helpless hotshot and then parted his lips as he moved his head closer and closer to Jesse's throbbing erection, maintaining eye-contact with him the whole time.

"Oh yes...do it...do it, please...", Jesse panted through a haze of erotic torment.

Vinnie slowly extended his tongue until it's tip made contact with the quivering tip of Jesse's penis. He swirled his tongue lightly through the precum there, and then traced it delicately around the super-sensitive ridge of the glans. Jesse's tormented cock began to twitch even more frantically.

"Oh god ... yesssss! ... (gasp) ... OH FUCK, YEAH ...c'mon, man ... (pant, pant) ... suck it ... PLEASE, suck it!!?"

Vinnie opened his mouth wide and slowly devoured the entire length of the slick, over-heated erection. He let the warm wetness of his mouth envelop it totally. He opened the back of his throat and let the Jesse’s delicious blood-engorged penis in as far down as it would go. Then he constricted his throat muscles around it, squeezing it until he could tell that it was just about to erupt, then carefully drew the slippery shaft out of his mouth again through the tight circle he'd made of his lips, and then pulled away just before Jesse’s mind-blowing and much-needed climax could be irrevocably triggered.

"AAAAHH AH AH ... GOD ....OH GOD, NOOOOO!!!", Jesse's face was contorted in a mask of pain and thwarted ecstasy.

"Gosh, Jesse ... I am so sorry about that!", Vinnie stood up, wiped his lips off on the back off his arm, stared directly into Jesse's suffering face, and grinned cruelly.

Jesse's body shuddered continuously now in the grip of Vinnie's skillful sexual torture. He groaned loudly in utter frustration. His cock tingled with the nearness of the orgasm that had been dangled before him, just out of his reach; his eyes teared with the hopelessness of his situation. His renowned lady-killer cock was killing him ... and he was at the mercy of a man who was loving every minute of it!

"Ready, Jesse?"

"NO, man! Aww FUCK ...(gasp, pant) ... c'mon, man!! This is enough, huh? (grunt) I can't fucking take any more of this shit! I'll go fuckin' nuts, man ... REALLY!!",  "Look, man ... you can jack me off, man ... (pant, pant) ... I give you my permission, man. I SWEAR! ... You can eat my big fuckin’ straight-boy dick some more, dude. I'll even try to suck yours if you want, man, just for the love of god, don't TICKLE me any more ... PLEASE?!!"

            Standing directly in front of Jesse's gorgeous, sweat-slicked, helplessly bound and exposed body, Vinnie felt a rush of power. The hotshot celebrity shivered in dread, every muscle tensed for the attack he waited for. He’d even offered to suck dick! His constricted breathing was shallow and rapid. Vinnie enjoyed the sublime misery of the moment, and then he dove in with both hands, savagely digging his fingers into Jesse's lower rib cage on each side. He began ruthlessly squeezing and prodding Jesse’s defenseless sides and Jesse reacted as if a thousand volts of electricity had just coursed through him. He stiffened within the confines of his bondage and howled like a banshee:

"YEOOOOOOOOW!! AAAH HA HA HAAAAA ... oh god, OH GOD ... OH PLEASE STOP ... (gasp, sputter, grunt) ... AH HA HA HAAA HEEEEEE ... GAH-GAH-GAHA-HA-HAD!!! (gasp, gasp) ... have mercy, have mercy ... HAVE MERCY ... PL-PL-PLEE-HEE-HEEEEZE HEE HEE HEEEE HA HA HAAA!?! NO-NO-NONONO HO HO HA HA HAAAA!!! NO MORE!! NO M-MORE, PLEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEEZE!!?!!"

Vinnie grinned maniacally and ignored Jesse's desperate pleas for mercy. His fingers continued to knead the hotshot club-hopping stud’s sensitive ribs, making his endlessly tormented body convulse reflexively, reducing him to incoherent sputtering and helpless, uncontrollable laughter. Then Vinnie moved his hands up Jesse's shuddering torso and began wriggling his fingers through the sweat-drenched hair in his victim's stretched-out armpits, causing the screaming laughter to rise even higher in pitch. Jesse tried to twist away from the relentless fingers, but it was useless; he could not budge even a fraction of an inch! There was no escape!! Vinnie continued the horrible tickle-torture for a full ten minutes without giving Jesse even a moment's respite the entire time. His tormenting fingers moved back and forth from Jesse's tender ribs to his dripping pits, making occasional side trips to lightly tease his exposed navel and hard, totally erect nips. By the time Vinnie's hands came to rest on the celebrity hotshot’s hips, Jesse was a blubbering mess. He was giggling quietly, as if still being lightly tickled while he tried to catch his breath, and fresh tears continued to stream down his ruddy cheeks.

The sight of the tortured stud was suddenly too much for Vinnie. Intoxicated by Jesse’s hot good looks and his delicious agony, Vinnie began to press his own hard cock up against the swollen shaft of Jesse's exquisitely aroused cock which spasmed as the unaccustomed but surprisingly erotic and forbiddenly sexy feel of the other man’s hard penis rubbed along its tender length. Vinnie then backed off a moment, then pressed it up against Jesse's precum-slicked penis again, grinding his hips into the other man's crotch, sliding their slippery cocks against each other until they were both on the verge of orgasm. Somewhere in the back of Jesse’s out-of-it mind, Jesse was further shocked to realize that he was thinking of perhaps experimenting in the future with this frottage business, rationalizing that it was really not much more “gay” than the vague memories Jesse had long suppressed of mutual masturbation with various buddies as a horny teenager. Sometimes after one of Jesse’s private in-home workouts with his personal trainer, they would shower across from each other simultaneously in Jesse’s over-sized multi-headed shower room after sweaty workouts or basketball and wrestling lessons needed for movie roles like his “John Tucker Must Die” film, sometimes followed by full body sports massages- his trainer was 100% straight like Jesse himself, but Jesse had to admit the trainer had a great body like his own, and if Jesse proposed more wrestling lessons, say, that could lead to some spontaneous “sword fights” like the one Jesse had just been exposed to for the first time.  By now, both men were trembling at the onset of climax, but Vinnie, the keen observer of sexual responses that he was, pulled away just in time, leaving Jesse to teeter on the brink while he grabbed his own bursting cock with a tight fist and stroked it five times to an earth-shattering release. Vinnie growled like an animal while he came, splattering Jesse's still painfully unrelieved erection with several red-hot spurts of milky-white semen that now coated Jesse’s own throbbing, unfulfilled boner as it pulsated on the edge of a ball-shattering climax that was to be denied. The bound, sexually frustrated stud, helplessly bound completely nude, was forced to listen to Vinnie's seething eruption of pleasure and feel the hot molten product of his captor’s balls erupt onto his own denied cock and onto his six-pack abs dripping down, but was unable to reach his own erection; he couldn't cum even though he was so close that just one good, firm stroke would finally, blissfully bring him off and release his pent-up sexual frustration.

"Ungh! Ungh, unhhhh ... oooh, yeah ... UNGGHHH ... UNHHH ... AH ... AHH ... AAAHHAHA YEAH!! AAHHHHH ... oh ... OH ... OH GOD ... yes ... yes ... YES ... uh Uh UH ... UNGHHH AHHHHHH ... YESSSSSSSS !!!!!", Vinnie's eyes had rolled up into his head and his fist had frozen on his cock, squeezing it tightly just under the spasming head as the powerful orgasm hit and the built-up load of semen shot out of his trembling balls with impressive force, splashing volcanically all over Jesse's abdomen and twitching, purple/red erection. Vinnie's eyelids closed and fluttered lightly as wave after wave of exquisite ecstasy washed over him and then gradually faded away, draining him almost completely, but leaving him smiling blissfully in sadistic satisfaction. His fingers, wet with his own glistening cum, loosened their grip around his own still somewhat erect cock. Then he opened his eyes again and his smile turned suddenly cold as he took in the sight of his sweaty captured stud, still agonizingly unsatisfied and hovering at the cusp of release, frozen in that split-second before climax when the pleasure is so intense it's painful, that moment when everything but pure sensation is blocked out as the body prepares to plunge into the mind-boggling pleasure of orgasmic abyss. But there was no orgasm for poor Jesse. He was suspended in that pre-climax moment until the sheer nearness of release became a torture in itself. His hyper-aroused penis, rigidly poised for a near-ejaculation that never came, throbbed and ached from a need more than Jesse ever thought possible!

"Ahhh ... MAN!! (pant, pant, pant) That was fucking GREAT!! (gasp) MMmmmm HMMmmmm ... that sure felt GOOD, alright!!", Vinnie reached out and teasingly, maddeningly, lightly stroked Jesse's cum-filled hairy scrotum, still practically bursting with cum, and caused the desperate cock to quiver uncontrollably again, "Don't YOU wish you could do that, Jesse? Wouldn't that feel great right about now, hot stuff? Your poor balls look like they're ready to pop ... and look, your dick's all purple!

Jesse’s reply was "(gasp) ... C'mon, man ... PLEASE!?! (pant, pant) ... Please get me off ... please ... GET ME OFF, PUH-LEEEEEZE!?!", Jesse was sobbing loudly now as Vinnie's hot semen dripped thickly and obscenely off the end of the bound hotshot’s own trembling, unsatisfied and throbbing penis and trickled down his perfect, washboard abs. The thought of the other man’s cum, a low-class unwashed intruder no less, having splattered his perfect, manly body with his disgustingly slimy semen was yet another humiliation as the celebrity teetered on the brink of orgasm which was not to be.

With a devilish grin, Vinnie’s response was to pick up one of the feathers and began using it to lightly tickle the desperate stud's swollen testicles. Each light, fluttery stroke of the feather under his balls caused Jesse’s swollen cum-denied penis to throb harder and more rapidly, and to ache more intensely. He shuddered and inhaled sharply on each pass of the cruelly tantalizing plume as the damn thing drove him up the wall with the need to cum.

Then Jesse, losing all composure, suddenly let out a loud groan of severe frustration and screamed pitifully at the top of his lungs, " ... (pant) ... OH, PLEEEZE ... JUST LET ME CUM! LET ME CUM!!! OH GOD ... (grunt, groan, grunt) ... I W-WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME ... I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM ... (grunt, pant, grunt) YOU HAVE TO LET ME C-CUM, MAN!!! (pant, pant) PUH-EEEEEZE?!?!! (gasp)"“GAAAAHAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Jesse screamed. He wiggled his bare behind frantically and shamelessly in response to the intimate caress of the feather. It now swept up and down his spine, from the base of his neck to the patch of sensitive skin just above the cleft of his buttocks and back again. The feather was driving him fucking NUTS! Jesse’s naked, writhing body was covered with goose bumps and greasy sweat. “EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” he shrieked, his stiff boner swaying and bobbing obscenely with his movements.

Vinnie manipulated the stiff pointed feather with a skill born of long practice. As he tickled the naked hotshot, Vinnie could not help but admire the way in which the muscles of Jesse’s legs and ass tensed and trembled. It made him want to sweep the feather just a BIT lower. . .

“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” Jesse howled as the feather caressed the unbearably sensitive spot just above his butt. He writhed madly, causing his balls to jiggle and bounce between his helplessly spread, wide-open hairy thighs.

“EEEEEEHEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Jesse shrieked. He went up on his toes and danced a maddened jig as jolt after excruciating jolt of ticklish electricity jangled his nerves. A fresh wave of goose bumps roughened his skin, causing the dark hairs on his arms and legs to stick out like tiny quills. “BWAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!” he howled.

“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-ho-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” Jesse bellowed. Vinnie was stroking the backs of his THIGHS and it was making him CRAZY!

“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Jesse exclaimed as Vinnie touched his upper lip with the tip of his tongue and swept the feather up to tickle the no-man’s land of Jesse’s puckered backdoor!

“EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” the naked superstud shrieked wildly. His body convulsed as if he’d been poked with a cattle prod. “OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” he howled. “OH NOT MY FUCKIN’ ASSHO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-HOLE!!!” NOT THERE!!!!!!!!!!! C’MON, MAN, NOOOOOO!!!!!  NOT THERE OF ALL PLACES!!!!

Vinnie continued to probe Jesse’s sensitive hair-lined crevice with his feather. “Vinnie continued. “ Your boy toy is sticking WAY out, isn’t it, stud? Want me to TICKLE it?”

“AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Jesse screamed. The feather was driving him absolutely fucking CRAZY! Electric thrills were shooting up his fucking asshole, straight into his fucking BALLS! “EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” he howled.

“That’s right, ” Vinnie whispered. “Just let yourself GO. You know you WANT to. You know you want to CUM. And I’m going to HELP you. . .”

“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Jesse screeched. He wiggled so hard that the sweat flew from his torso. His nerves were vibrating. His balls were pulsing with erotic urgency. His turgid, tortured tool was sticking up at an acute angle. “PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!!” he squealed. “I’M GOING CRAZEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”

Vinnie, meanwhile, was trying to decide if he should end this by driving poor Jesse to orgasm. It wouldn’t be hard to do. Simply by thrusting the feather between Jesse’s thighs to tickle his balls and cock, Vinnie knew he could bring Jesse off big time, but it was SO much fun to deny him!

GAAAAAAHAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” the naked, desperate-to-unload celebrity bellowed as Vinnie wrestled with his decision. He jerked his hips to and fro in a vain attempt to make the feather make some sort of greater friction, to dip lower, between his trembling thighs, to caress his pulsing BALLS!

Vinnie continued to tease the naked hotshot’s puckered orifice—an exceptionally sensitive target, as he well knew. He loved the way this intimate caress made Jesse shiver and wiggle his ass obscenely, how even his assglobes themselves, still faintly pink from their earlier spanking, were obviously so sensitive and ticklish as the feather made forays over the smooth, yet slightly-hair flecked mounds of Jesse’s assglobes as well. As always, it was delicious to have this muscular stud at his mercy, writhing and squealing like a silly girl just because he was being TICKLED!

Vinnie allowed the feather to drop down and probe forward. Its pointed tip touched Jesse’s tight balls. And ever so gently, Vinnie stroked them, making Jesse’s cum-churning nuts ache for release.

“HIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Jesse screeched. His back arched. His belly, butt and thigh muscles convulsed. His turgid tool twitched up and extruded a clear, tiny drop of pre-cum. And he knew—oh, he just KNEW—that if the fucking FEATHER would just tickle his fucking COCK, he would most definitely cum his fucking BRAINS out—!

And so, with a lewd grin, he slipped the feather past Jesse’s balls!

“GRRRRRRUUUUUUMPH!!!” Jesse grunted as the feather stroked the length of his rigid rod. His hips jerked back and forth in response to the teasing, tormenting thrill in produced by this exquisite, tantalizing caress. A hot, urgent sensation squeezed his balls and tightened his butch asshole that literally contracted and quivered with lust in anguished anticipation of a blessed sexual release.

“Do you LIKE it when I do this, Jesse?” Vinnie whispered. “Does it make you want to CUM?”

“GGGGGGRRRRRRUMMMMMMPH!!!” Jesse replied. “UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!!” as he thrust his hips forward against the sadistically all-too-slight friction of the feather, desperate to finally get off!

After a few more tantalizing passes with the feather, Vinnie then dropped the feather and Mac and Vinnie laughed out loud at the denied celebrity’s throbbing, as-yet-unfulfilled organ as it swayed futilely in the warm air, completely frustrated, the celebrity having a bad case of blue balls.

Then Vinnie and Mac re-positioned Jesse by now raising his spreader-bar separated feet way up to join his bound wrists on the ultra-secure chinning bar, securing Jesses’s hairy ankles on either side of his suspended wrists next to his still exposed hairy armpits, so that Jesse was now literally swinging down from the chinning bar, Jesse shocked to feel the warm air blowing against his now totally, obscenely, exposed virgin asshole.  Try as he may Jesse was mortified to realize that there was no way for him to try to provide himself with some degree of modesty and that his blushing-with-shame struggles to somehow close his hairy crack which was so obscenely on complete and utter display, only made his blatantly exposed extremely ticklish asshole all the more a tempting target, all his most intimate, private areas being completely exposed and vulnerable. Worse, Jesse’s own erect throbbing cock was now inches from his handsome face, pointing right at him yet still out of reach.  Had he been able to reach it Jesse would have desperately sucked on his own cock, anything to finally bring himself off.

Vinnie then suddenly produced a smallish, slim rubber vibrating dildo from his burglar’s bag of tricks, which Vinnie and Mac delighted in buzzing over the celebrity’s hairy balls and throbbing cock as well as onto his nips and into his sweaty hairy pits as Jesse howled in indignation.  Vinnie forced Jesse to suck on the vibrator at gunpoint whereupon he teasingly teased the buzzing but spit-covered invader around and around Jesse’s ticklish asshole, tricking the determined anal ring to ever so slowly relax and become lubricated despite Jesse’s amusingly frantic efforts to keep his presumably virgin portal ever so tightly closed and protected from any unwanted insertions.  Vinnie had deliberately chosen a smaller, slimmer vibrator rather than a huge dildo because he wanted Jesse to experience unwanted pleasure at its ministrations rather than pain- the idea of introducing the bound straight stud into the pleasures of mild anal stimulation and blowing his mind with the realization that it felt good was the ultimate goal and Vinnie could tell he was already succeeding with flying colors.

Jesse was soon moaning with pleasure despite his efforts not to as the now “K-Y’ed” vibrator buzzed  around and around his ticklish asshole, the deep buzzing vibrating so near to his hidden prostate gland that the virgin portal seem to have a mind of its own as it slowly relaxed and practically begged out loud for the pleasant invader to probe its depths.  Jesse could only oooo and ahhh as the tip of the thing rested against his hair-haloed portal, as slight pressure was exerted on its base by the skilled Vinnie and the tip of the vibrator easily slipped up and into the hotshot’s shitter, as Jesse shamelessly moaned and mewled like the bitch in heat he had become.  Vinnie punctuating the insertion of the buzzing, oiled vibrator up the hotshot’s ass with sharp slaps to Jesse’s hot assglobes leaving red palm prints on the celebrity’s asscheeks as the painful pleasure seemed to contribute to the stud’s hopeless arousal, Jesse wagging his backside and unconsciously thrusting his own ass back onto the vibrator urging it to press deeper and touch his swollen prostate gland. Meanwhile Mac tickled Jesse’s pits, nips, belly button, cock and balls driving him up the wall and slowly leading the hotshot inexorably closer to the biggest most ball-shattering climax of Jesse’s entire life.  Jesse’s eyes bugged out at his rock-hard dick just inches from his face just as the buzzing vibrator made contact with his prostate gland as it plunged in and out of his tight hole as he was forcefully-yet-oh-so-pleasurably sodomized from behind, and Jesse suddenly felt that old familiar feeling that he really was going to blast his load this time, but horrified at the same time- Jesse “desperately” needed to cum but NOT LIKE THIS!  My God if this kept up and the duo failed to back off like before Jesse was on the brink of having a fucking RUINED orgasm that would strike him right square in the face and his wide-open mouth maybe even onto his famed, perfectly shaped eyebrows!  What a fucking humiliating way to cum! 

Though Jesse valiantly tried to hold back and not humiliate himself in that fashion, Jesse realized to his horror that the sadistic intruders intended to do exactly that, that they were deliberately going to force Jesse to have an orgasm right into his own handsome face!  Jesse found himself frozen in that split-second before climax when the pleasure is so intense it's painful, as this entire body prepared to plunge into the mind-boggling pain/pleasure of a ruined orgasm, whereupon he made primal animal noises and growled out “OH MY GODDDDDD! I’M FUCKIN CUMMING AT LAST!!! OH NOOOO! NOT LIKE THIS!!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!! UGHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHH  SHITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!”  as the piss-slit of the hotshot celebrity’s rock-hard dick suddenly opened and volley after steaming volley of buckets of his long pent-up and hyper-teased cum blasted out of his hot hairy balls as he came with a banshee wail, red-hot semen bombs blasting right into his open mouth as he brayed his orgasmic release, forced to swallow his own cum straight from the faucet as it sprayed into his surprised, gaping mouth, more highly-pressurized shots striking up his flared nostrils into his eyes, his famously-shaped eyebrows and into his hair as well as fountaining up like Vesuvius and beyond his head to cascade and splatter down to the floor below, the dregs liberally coating his heaving, hairy chest and nips as his body swung in its erotic bondage from the ceiling, the buzzing vibrator still shoved up his ass and tickling his defenseless prostate from within.

Vinnie and Mac laughed uproariously as Jesse shivered and shook and panted in the intense afterglow of the most powerful orgasm of his life, but also the most agonizing and humiliating, his eyes largely glued shut by his own hot spunk, Jesse attempting to spit out some of the cum that he had managed not to swallow.  Vinnie and Mac scooped up copious amounts of Jesse’s cum and force-fed it to him at gunpoint as Jesse choked and teared up at this humiliating act.  They then released his ankles and left him in his former suspended position hanging from his wrists with his hairy armpits exposed and his spreader-bar-bound feet barely touching the floor, before once against blasting their own loads all over Jesse’s bound hairy body, their own cum joining Jesse’s own dripping cum so that Jesse’s skin began to resemble that of a glazed doughnut.

The duo then scooped up all of Jesse’s clothes as a “souvenir” along with what little loot Jesse had to offer, and left, as Jesse sobbed in shame still naked with the vibrator still buzzing and taped to stay buzzing up his ass, leaving him in a state of perpetual half-hardness as well!

Later a call was placed to the police and paparazzi simultaneously, camera crews present as Jesse Metcalfe was reported to have been found bound naked in an apparent “gay S& M scene gone wrong” found with a “foreign object” inserted in his naked posterior.  A gloating Perez Hilton was on scene as well coyly stating into his microphone on cam for TMZ.com  “well, I won’t say I told you so, but… I told you so!”

THE END