Well, it had taken time, but the two home intruders had found old man Sanchez' weak spot. Seems like he had very sensitive nipples.
Wednesday, 16 August 2017
Thursday, 10 August 2017
When Ernesto had heard about that old guy who paid men to tickle them, he had figured that was easy money. But now, he wasn't so sure. The old duffer had only been at it for a few minutes and already Ernesto felt like he was going to go nuts from the tickling of his feet and belly. And he, Ernesto, had agreed to let himself be tickled for a full hour! This wasn't going to be such easy money after all.
Tuesday, 27 June 2017
The guys at the motel had gasped when they saw Big Jack coming to a "meeting" with the preacher. The preacher had had "meetings" with many a man in the area but Big Jack was in another league entirely - a local businessman and tough as nails. What kind of hold could the preacher have over him ?
For Big Jack, the look on their faces had been the start of his humiliation. The guys at the motel knew him, of course - everybody in town did. Did they also know what the preacher did to the men he "met" at the motel? Big Jack dearly hoped they didn't.
Saturday, 20 May 2017
Reb couldn’t believe it. He was being sold. So that’s how the fat little greaser planned to get rid of him – and make a neat little profit. Reb should have thought of something nasty like that.
Nothing he could do about it, though. After a very long ride, the truck had finally arrived. Where? Reb didn’t know, but it was definitely south of the frontier – he’d heard nothing but Spanish spoken. By then, he was weak as a kitten, and the welcome committee – a couple of mean looking hombres – had had no trouble stripping him naked, chaining him and putting him in a holding cell. It looked like a regular prison cell, and maybe it was, South of the border, anything went. A week or so had gone by, with Reb been given just enough food and water to keep body and soul together but not enough to get his strength back. He had to get that from a dog bowl on the floor, after kneeling down for what felt like a couple of hours. At first, he had tried to resist but his captors had beat him with some sort of zap wand. Reb had soon given up the fight.
Then, a few hours ago, they had come to the cell and shaved his crotch. Then they had put a sort of ring on his cock and balls, they had secured his arms in some kind of sheath, gagged him with a ball gag right out of a fetish catalog and put a collar and leash on him. He had been allowed to sit on the bench in his cell, which by now was a privilege – most of the daytime he had to stand up, chained to the wall. Something was about to happen…
And it did. After a while, the guards had come back, but there was someone with them. Incredulous, Reb recognized the fat little truck driver, whom he hadn’t seen since his arrival. He was dressed all in white, looking quite dapper.
“You see, gringo, here I am again. Are you happy to see me?”
All Reb had been able to manage for an answer was a grunt muffled by the ball gag.
“Ah, I guess you do not like this place very much? Well, I have good news for you. You’re going to leave it soon.”
He took the leash and pulled on it.
Then Reb had been led through long dark corridors to a big room where a dozen men were sitting on chairs. A bright light was shining on him and the fat driver. He could just about make up the silhouettes of the men and the smoke of their cigars. The fat driver was giving a little spiel in Spanish. All Reb could understand was “mean hombre” and “biker”. He was talking about him – although Reb didn’t feel very mean just then. He wanted this to be over, this whole humiliating charade. But at the same time, he feared what was going to happen next. What was he going to be bought for?
Monday, 10 April 2017
What had happened? The last thing Beto remembered was that guy coming into his bar, very late at night. The place was empty and Beto was about to close but the man had insisted he serve him a drink - and offered to pay for one for Beto too. Usually, Beto never drank at his bar, but it was near closing time anyway so what harm was there. After he'd had his drink, Beto had started to feel drowsy. Then he had blacked out. And now he had just woken up in his basement, bound and gagged.
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
This chubby chump shouldn't have played cards with those three sharks. Now he owes them money and they're going to make damn sure he pays it back. When he understood what they had in mind for him, he boasted that he wasn't ticklish but they soon proved him wrong!
Saturday, 18 March 2017
It was now one week later and it was Alfonso’s turn to submit. When he had suggested that unusual pact to Nikodemos, Alfonso knew that this would happen. Or rather, he knew that something would happen, but what? Had Nikodemos thought about what he would do to him when he had agreed? In any case, the big burly bear of a man was excited. Was he going to be content with a blow job, or would he use that big tool of his on Alfonso’s ass? At the moment, Alfonso had no time to worry about that – he had to get the big cock into his mouth, and that was enough of a challenge.
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