CHAPTER 9 - CURT EDGED

Now Bobby, approached Curt, kneeling to the side and lifted the boy's semi-hard dick gingerly, like it was a stick of dynamite, holding it so the others could really see it. He could - being so close - catch a strong whiff of the musky pungent male odors from Curt's pubic hairs - and from the boy's sweaty balls and dick with a foreskin that they knew preserved the boy's intimate scents. While many ordinary people would claim that smell to be offensive, they knew many - especially themselves -found the odors from a straight handsome boy extremely erotic and intoxicating.

He grabbed the semi-hard fuck stalk pulling back the foreskin exposing the ultra sensitive helmet shaped head that was covered with a sheen of his sweat and cock fluids. He lifted the throbbing fully hard shaft, dripping with his straight boy pre-cum to point it upwards to show the video cameras and the other guys the underside of his dick. From their experience with captured straight boys, that area - especially for an uncut boy - was the most sensitive part of their fuck meat. They could easily get Curt or any boy to writhe with unwanted forced pleasure by simply rubbing a thumb or finger up and down the underside, flicking with a feathery touch at the ridge of the knob's corona or ridge. Over and over.

To them, Curt's dick and balls, like the rest of his proportioned lean muscled body, was perfect - a work of art. His uncut cock had no bulging veins, but was thick and long - and hung nicely over a loose bag of egg sized balls, with the right side hanging slightly lower than the lift. The foreskin was without blemish and covered the head tightly without protruding beyond it like a wrinkled balloon that lost its air. Wiry little curly brown hairs dusted the inside of his thighs, ass crack, and his pubes and around his balls, giving the youth a halo of impressive manhood.

Given the long hot and humid day and the long walk Curt had to make before he was abducted, his body - particularly his crotch, armpits and ass crack retained a strong masculine musky odor of clean male sweat. His tormentors loved it.

Bobby asked Curt, still holding his semi-hard dick, when was the last time he had sex.

Curt, looking up at the ceiling looked down at Jesse and glared refusing to answer and looked back up, his face red with anger and shame.

They could hear Curt mutter "this is dirty, so fuckin dirty....." Curt looked down, his face a mask of revulsion, his body taut with rage, standing tied up spread-eagle naked, having a guy holding and playing with his cock while others watched and got off on that.

"A little shy huh? Well, no matter. We'll pay special attention to the underside of your cock head - I'll bet you are really sensitive there, with that foreskin, huh?" Jesse said, as he lubed his hand and gently pulled back the foreskin and then jerked the shaft, rubbing the flange before covering his knob lightly in a swirling but not unpleasant way - that would come later.

Despite trying to remain defiant and unresponsive, Curt hissed "Ooooh shit" under his breath, his body trembling at the electric-like sensations. His dick flexed again getting more engorged - though still not at full flag post erection. He never felt such an intense concentrated sensation before coming from the knob of his cock. "Ooooh nooo" he muttered in a whisper trying to hide his ecstasy.

Bobby continued, as he kept the boy's damp foreskin pulled tightly back, the light rubbing of the tip of his boner, causing the straight jock boy to hiss loudly at the electric ticklish pleasured sensations. Curt's body shuddered involuntarily and he gasped as Jesse, in deliberate motions swirling his fingers, rubbed the slit of his rod, dancing his fingers along the edges of the boned cock's knob, that with another pass of his fingers gliding over the head and then up the shaft made Curt's prick steel hard. Curt's body shuddered and grew even more taut as he gasped - though trying to hide that the fondling was making him extremely aroused. What he couldn't hide was his boned up man meat now at full fledged erection - and drooling strands of clear straight boy pre-cum.

Ignoring how easily his tormentors got his body to react, Curt glared back at his tormentors telling them - in a voice that he wanted to sound defiant but sound had a slight trembling as if he was shivering inside, said "you're not going to make me get hard. I'm not a faggot. You can't force me to cum. You got the wrong guy. Just stop...okay...just stop..."

"You're already hard straight boy...see" as his tormentor grabbed the middle of his hard shaft shaking it.

Curt didn't think it was even possible for him to get hard by another guy touching his meat - and certainly not under these circumstances - and yet it was. In a panic, Curt sensed he was lost his willpower control his own dick, getting boned at the whim it seemed of his tormentors, despite his revulsion to gay sex and the humiliation of being stripped naked and tied up in front of all these perverts.

He looked down helplessly seeing Jesse, like an expert, continue to pull back his foreskin, fingering and stroking his shaft and gliding his fisted hand over his ultra sensitive knob and back down again. Every time he did that Curt's huge boned fuck rod seemed to throb and pulsate in pleasure with the rest of his muscled sweat covered body trembling, precum now dripping out his piss-slit as if he was being pleasured by some female.

Bobby kept up the motion of his fingers and hands, lightly rubbing the ridge of his knob. As much as he tried to resist the sensation - his body - his dick - knew the feeling was indescribably good, His dick never got so engorged or felt so good even with all the girls he was with - or even when he masturbated. This faggot touching him Curt thought, his mind confused, was definitely experienced and knew what he was doing. Curt still couldn't believe it. The harder his dick - as his tormentors already knew from so many previous guys - the more sensitive it seemed to be to Curt.

Curt's mind was still reeling from the unreality of his abduction - and now with the reality that somehow another guy was causing his dick to bone very hard with each slow but persistent stroke, lightly rubbing his cockhead and the ridge and then down and up gripping the stalk in a smooth up and down machine like motion over and over and over. Curt gasped and moaned "nooo" to himself. His body shuddered involuntarily as he tried desperately to resist the growing intense pleasurable feelings. Curt felt that his cock was getting even harder than ever before. How was that possible with a guy touching him and other guys watching?

The spongy knob of his thick hard rod felt more sensitive than ever before in Curt's life - a private intimate thought he desperately tried to hide from his tormentors. He knew that knowledge would only increase their frenzied assault on him. Yet his body was betraying what he felt with his hard cocks oozing constant clear thick and strings of pre-cum. While Curt tried to explain that to himself, his tormentors fingered the goo coming from this handsome straight boy's dick with glee, showing Curt and licking it off their fingers like honey. They taunted him: How could he be oozing precum touched by guys??? Each time they rubbed his knob or glided over it with their hands or fingers his entire body trembled in pure erotic pleasure against his will to resist it.

"So, we're going to play a game right now - and if you win, we'll let you go right now. Yeah..." Bobby said, still fingering the shaft of Curt's throbbing pecker.

Curt looked up and stared at Bobby, hating him and not believing him, but still listened. Maybe they were serious. What game?

"So, you keep claiming how a fuckin straight stud you are and how your meat here can't get hard or you won't react to a dude touching you. You already lost that battle, but we'll give you a pass on that and start over. So here's the game:

They all knew that this boy - and most boys, especially straight ones, would be very sensitive in a certain place on his cock, once it was hard despite whatever notions they had about gay sex or another guy to touching their junk. They would prove to Curt that THEY were in control of his body now - not him.

Bobby then brought his hand fisted thumb point towards Curt's pubes, grabbing the root of the shaft and gliding it down the entire shaft in one motion and then rubbing the ridge of his cock head knob and gliding over that too - causing the boy to gasp and buckle at the sensation. His dick flexed and grew harder now as Jesse repeated the motion over and over. Slowly, carefully making Curt's straight boy dick hard. Curt never felt that sensation before - it was electric. He wasn't used to have a hand and fist position that way (he always fisted his hand with the thumb point toward his cock head, moving his fist up and down - creating an unbelievable pleasurable sensation that would lead to his orgasm that he desperately fought off. They - guys - couldn't do this to him. FUCK!!!! He thought in rage and near panic.

But what Bobby was doing was electric - causing all kinds of pleasurable sensations that exploded in his mind almost. After several minutes he stopped while Curt gasped - staring down at his erect dick that he thought no guy could make hard.

"Here's the plan you dumb fuck. We're going to edge the shit out of you - and not let you cum. You'd better not shoot your load. Not unless we tell you to or if we want to force it out of you. If you cum that means you're a faggot like us and we'll fuck you hard with that big dildo hanging over there [ pointing to a massive 20 inch rubber phallus with a girth of 6 inches). I promise you we will. So you better not cum straight boy."

Without warning they covered the eye slits of his hood, blinding him completely to what was happening. He started to yell, but someone socked him hard in the gut, causing him to choke and gasp. The hooded guy who hit him liked the feel of his fist hitting this boy's solid marble like abs.

Next they unchained his right arm then his left arm from the post, cuffing both behind his back while he struggled - but with his legs still chained and roped to the posts, and head covered by a hood that now covered his eyes, even he knew escape was impossible - at least for now. He kept thinking in his mind that he had to stay alert and look for any opportunity. He didn't fully understand what they intended to do to him next, even though they explained they would be edging him. But he had no real concept of the ordeal he would be facing - with non-stop edging for hours that would never allow him to cum.

Now they unchained his legs, cuffing them together with a short chain that allowed him only to shuffle with assistance but not walk. It still unnerved Curt - who prided himself always in being in control - to be so helpless. Like a baby or an old man. In fact his tormentors would change his bondage positions in part to reinforce that thought in Curt - and also because (besides not causing numbness in his arms and legs when held in a certain position) they wanted his body positioned different ways for the different things they intended to do before he was sold.

For the next several hours he would be placed in a rather comfortable cushioned chair - but no ordinary chair. It was a bondage milking chair - as they called it - made of metal, bolted into the cement floor, with a cushioned back and with a seat that had the center open below.

The back of the chair was like a ladder - going up to the ceiling - and bolted there. The chair allowed a victim to be tied securely with no ability to move - or tied in a way that provided more movement - with arms either straight up, exposing armpits or restrained behind them or in a bent upward position. Legs could be restrained splayed out, or forced back or in other lewd positions - all exposing completely their crotch. The seat allowed easy access to a boy's asscrack and asshole to tickle, lick or to insert fingers or dildos. A powerful drill like electric powered unit with a dildo attached could be moved right under the seat and forced into whoever was sitting in it, with the unnerving prospect of being fucked endlessly by a machine. A separate electric powered unit was an estim controller that had multiple leads and pads and straps that could applied almost anywhere on the seated victim's body.

That was what Curt would be facing next. He couldn't see any of it though - not yet.

They shuffled him over to the chair - as he struggled, cursing them all the way. They easily got him to the chair, and while he tried to resist being forced to sit (he had no idea what was happening), it was no contest with three guys pushing his body down - and another two holding his legs. They easily uncuffed his arms one at a time and attached the chains and rope to the ladder like back of the chair - choosing to have his arms pulled straight up exposing his sexy hairy armpits. They did the same to the other arm.

"Fuck no....please..stop...fuck....." Curt cursed and yelled, still struggling - but now his freedom of movement was severely restricted to only his lower body.

They uncuffed one leg, pulled it slightly up and backwards - soles of his feet off the floor facing the back of the chair - and chained it. They did the same to the other leg. They took off his blindfold and removed the hood from his very sweaty head - his brownish hair wet with sweat.

He shook his head, his green eyes with its long lashes blinking hard, opening wide after being blindfolded. His face was red from the heat of the hood - and also from being slapped. There were clear bite marks on his ear lobes and neck from Bobby earlier.

"Oh god god....shit....you fucks...." Curt sputtered out shaking his wet hair and head. He hated that hood - was terrified of it actually. It gave him the sense of almost being suffocated though there were openings for his nose and mouth. But several times his tormentors would cover those while abusing his body - for several moments uncovering it just when he thought he was going to black out from the lack of air. He hated that feeling and how helpless he felt.

At least now his head was free of that - but he now looked around him - and down at his body so lewdly tied to the chair. The faces he stared at were scary because all seemed glazed or drugged with a animal lust in their eyes and mouths open. He blinked again several times, to clear his eyes, and then looked down to concentrate on gathering his strength. He closed his eyes because looking down all he could see was his tied up body - his exposed dick and balls clearly at their mercy - and seeing that was only causing him to panic. He closed his eyes forcing himself to believe he wouldn't give in to them. But he forgot he already did,. His body had long given up and did and would respond to what ever they did to him.

He was securely - and tightly tied to the metal milking chair - legs splayed out and pulled back and his arms pulled straight up. He was helpless and his crotch - and butt (through the open seat) more exposed than ever. He cursed them and struggle a bit more than stopped - waiting - trying to hold back his fear - of what they would do next. The position of his arms exposing his pits terrified him because he was almost in a panic that they would tickle him now - forgetting that they told him he would face next non-stop edging.

"Oh shit....oh no....no.....please...." he muttered almost in a whisper.

Now Jesse - with others gathered around close - approached Curt in the chair. What Jesse or the others didn't tell Curt that no matter what he did or didn't do his body would be made to cum over and over and violated in every way possible - including getting fucked with every dildo they had and every dick of their group.

All before he would be sold to the highest bidder, who would likely inflict even worse abuse on his body. But for now - it was about edging the point to the brink of mind shattering orgasm over and over - and never letting him cum. They stopped abruptly just as his young body was panting, flexing and tensing up to shoot his load. And doing that over and over during the four hour ordeal. He had no clue at all in his previous experiences to what he would be facing.

Jesse put his thumb in Curt's mouth - warning the boy that if he bit it, his balls would be crushed, grabbing his nuts yanking them down hard to make his point. Curt gasped.

"Now remember - we're going to edge you like shit - and believe me you will want to cum....many times. But you cannot cum without our permission - and for then ext several hours I can guarantee you that we will NOT give it. So you'll just have to endure it - and warn us if you are going to shoot. IF you shoot without our permission, not only will you get fucked by the largest dildo (pointing to it on the table near the wall), but the guys here will tickle the shit out of you. For hours."

Curt's long lashed beautiful green eyes widened with fear - though he tried to hide it.

"Oh yeah - we KNOW. You are ticklish as hell."

"Oh God...ohhhhh...please...don't...ohhh Jesus God..oh no..ohhh" Curt whispered to himself trying not to let them know the sheer terror exploding now in his mind. His tormentors however had a special mike near him that picked up his softest mutterings.

"We put your arms up for a reason, to expose those beautiful hairy pits of yours. Yeah - we love looking at it, smelling it - and if you give us a reason and shoot your load with out permission, we will tickle you there for hours!!!!"

To further make his point, his fingers went to Curt's pits very slowly from his sides as Curt looked down and followed both sets of hands with his eyes - fearfully watching it slowly slide to his hairy pits - stopping there.

"Big handsome straight jock like you - you gonna let a few fingers on yours sides and pits break you down like a little girl? You that weak???"

And then suddenly running his fingers hard into the pits tickling Curt and causing him to shriek and burst out laughing, struggling futilely in the chair.

"OH NOOOOOOOO!!!! OHHHHH NOOOOO!!!" Curt shrieked his body thrashing in panic, thinking this was the beginning of a long tickling session. "AAAAH SHIT SHIT!!! AAAH STOP PLEASE!!!!"

His arms never moved because of the restraints. And Jesse only tickled him for a few seconds - just to make his point.

Curt gasped, his chest heaving for air, his muscled lean body trembling. His face showed terror.

"So....you won't cum - and since you tell us we can't force you to cum, we shouldn't have a problem...right?" Jesse said in a taunting voice.

Curt, wide eyed from the fear of being tickled, with his jock boy arrogance for the moment dissolved, whispered "I...I won't. I won't..I won't....Jesus...please don't tickle me...."

He hated his tormentors and in his mind he vowed he would kill them when he got loose. For Curt he had to think that just to fight off the growing feeling of dread that he would never get out of this - and far worse, to endure what they could and would do to him.

And now he had to face what they planned for him as he looked down and around him - seeing how his crotch was lewdly splayed open for easy assault. He was helpless. And he had no idea yet how bad edging would mean to him - or the other abuses still to come - but he did realize now how sadistic his captors were. He had never known anything like them in real life - only he thought in movies.

Jesse knelt in front of the boy's splayed out legs that exposed his dick and balls inhaling the intense musky sweaty smell that only excited him more.

"Oh shit...no don't do this...no no," Curt pleaded, trying to shake and move his lower body.

Jesse ignored him, almost in a trance smelling the intense odors of his crotch and seeing so up close this straight boy's junk. He inhaled again and then stuck out his hot tongue, licking slowly from the base going up slowly along the underside of his dick, lapping at the crinkly edge of his foreskin pulled back halfway down the shaft, all the way to the underside of Curt's mushroom head knob, brushing the flange or ridge twice then three times. He would then lick slowly at the crease bordered by thin wiry brownish curly hairs where his muscled thighs connected to his pelvis. The area was extremely sensitive - and not even all the girls Curt fucked before ever licked him there He couldn't believe the electric sensation, though tried to hide it. A guy's hot tongue was doing this to him! His mind was revolted and disgusted. His body especially his pussy loving hard dick was throbbing to the incredible pleasure wanting more.

"OH MY GOD OOOOH!!! JESUS!!!!" Curt gasped in a whisper, not wanting to let them hear his reaction. He didn't realize that every word, every whisper and groan would be picked up by video microphones.

Curt's body lurched forward as much as it could and he gasped at the electric sensation. Prior to being abducted Curt never in his life experienced being "edged" . He never before experienced being denied shooting his load except once before in high school when he attempted to fuck a girl after a long making out session. She played and fondled his hard meat, even licking it, driving him wild with lust. Having little will power on getting his rocks off, he immediately attempted to fuck her but she refused to go further - and got pissed and refused to bring Curt off even with a lousy hand job. That frustration nearly drove him crazy and angry. He drove her home, refusing to get out of the car and vowed never to see her again. He went home and jerked off in an unsatisfactory masturbation session that only released his load without the mind blowing pleasure he was hoping and wished for. Other than that, he was always in control. Now he was tied up, helpless and clearly not in control, and at the mercy of his tormentors who he realized with a shudder , could do far worse to him. .

Each time Jesse licked that area, Curt, despite his vow to resist and not allow these perverts to get him to respond, gasped involuntarily and his dick flexed noticeably to his tormentors. Curt's face reddened in humiliation - was it that easy for a faggot to get him excited or to respond Curt thought.

"Ooooo fuck fuck noooooooooo stoooooppp ooooooh" Curt hissed, trying to hold back any reaction. His body shuddered involuntarily from the overwhelming pleasurable sensation.

"Ahhh...yes, very sensitive. We will definitely pay attention to that area, which is unfortunate for you actually, because we will rub that area over and over beyond the point of pure pleasure so that it will drive you crazy. I wonder if the area between your dick shaft and balls are also equally sensitive." Jesse said, wetting his thumb again and then rubbing lightly that area three or four times and then running the thumb all the way up the underside of Curt's flexing hard dick and then rubbing hard the underside of the mushroom head. They all knew from experience doing this to all their previous victims that the sensation was at its peak when a boy's dick was semi-hard or totally erect, especially when a boy was un-cut like Curt. It was already steel hard.

"OH NO....OH NO!!!! Shiiiit Shiiiit Fuuuuccck" Curt moan in a whisper trying hard not to show any reaction. He couldn't believe what they were doing to his body and the intense almost unbearable pleasuring of his cock. Never before did Curt feel this way - except for very brief moments in his lovemaking with girls. He never allowed a prolonged pleasuring of his cock, letting his desire to shoot his load to take over instead, like most straight boys. Now though, Curt was tied up and restrained and forced to endure prolonged teasing and pleasuring of his hard man meat without taking him over the edge. He was going nuts.

Curt gasped out loud again involuntarily. His thick stiff meat flexed again and grew even harder. Jesse and the others kept on edging the boy over and over and over slowly.

He whispered a moan that he didn't want them to hear "oooooooh...fuck...ooooh yeah....oooh" and then squealed again "oh so good...shit....fuck yeah..." and then catching himself - and remembering for a second what was happening and who was doing..."no...no....no....stop....get your...hands....off...me...stop"

Though it was clearly unwanted and forced pleasuring, he said it like he didn't want the pleasuring of his dick to stop.

Jesse ignored him, and instead, wet his thumb again, and squeezed some of the lube from Curt's backpack. With his thumb and finger wet with his own lube, Jesse looked up at Curt (who was staring at the ceiling again, his hands fisted ) and smiled, knowing he would soon get Curt's involuntary reaction and then rubbed the underside of his mushroom cock head, rubbing the flange especially, that caused his dick to fully flex to its glorious 9 inch length, sticking out like a huge steel pole.

His nipples were hard from the forced stimulation of his body - his muscled torso and face were flushed red from the unwanted molestations of his body - and from embarrassment and humiliation of being touched and so easily aroused and controlled by other guys. He was panting and gasping as if he was in the final throes of pushing over the edge of pleasure shooting his load fucking a girl.

"Oh god" Curt thought, wanting to shoot so badly, wanting the pleasure to never end but hating what they were doing to him, wanting to find the will to still resist. Fuck them!!!!"

But all it took was for Jesse to rub his knob to break down his will. The straight boy gasped in shock.

His body shook when his dick was touched in that certain way Jesse knew to get a reaction - and his breathing would dissolve in to pants as if he was approaching to throes of a massive orgasm - something that would only happen, he thought, by his fucking a girl. Never, never he thought that this could happen with a faggot - he thought with revulsion - touching him.

Unfortunately for Curt, they would do that countless times over the next several hours - each time Curt gasped, his dick flexed and then he moaned "oooooh god nooooo noooo don't...ooooh stop stop ooooooh fuck fuck fuck fuck" He tried to double over and break free - the pleasurable feelings - even if against his will - overwhelmed him.

Some of the straight boys they captured were more sensitive than others when having the knob of their cocks touched - and some were, like Curt, especially un-cut, were hyper sensitive when the underside of their shaft and head were lightly rubbed over and over by lubed fingers. It drove them crazy - over the top almost.

They were experts in finding the most sensitive spots on a guy's dick - and most were sensitive around their head and underside of their cock - the only difference was the degree of how much pressure was used and how fast the fingers were.

"OH NO!!!! Shit...shit...dude...due please ssstop..oooooh" Curt growled, trying not to respond. "ooooooooh"

What Curt didn't realize - as their previous victims didn't know either - was that these boys loved to do this on a very prolonged period of time that drove their victims crazy and to the very edge of a mind blasting orgasm that defied their fear and anger of being abducted and tied up.

"Ooooh oooh nooo...my god fuck....stop ooooh oooh fuck yeah" Curt moaned hoping they would not hear his reaction after Jesse's thumb and fingers lightly rub the underside of his hard throbbing stalk concentrating on the underside of his mushroom shaped cockhead, flicking the ultra sensitive ridge of his knob over and over and over - Always stopping when the boy was ready to explode and shoot.

Bobby came up and began what they told Curt was called "endless tunnel" which the boy had no idea about. He bent over first to suck just Curt's engorged ultra sensitive cockhead, keeping his foreskin pulled back tight, sucking and dancing his tongue all around the knob and the edge causing Curt to gasp, moan with his pelvis and cock trembling from sheer ecstasy.

Bobby lubed his hands and then with using one fist hand on the base of his hard cock went straight up the stalk and over the knob, followed instantly by the fisted hand, followed by the other again and again, over and over as Curt threw his head back, yelling "OOOOOOH SHIT!!!!!!", his body growing even more taut and his cock growing even more harder.

Over and over until Curt seemed at the very edge of orgasm. And then Bobby stopped abruptly. When Curt's body retreated from the near orgasm, Bobby resumed the endless tunnel as the boy gasped, throwing back his head again, trying to fight off the overwhelming feeling to shoot.

"FUCKIN FAGGOTS...FUCK YOU!!!" Curt yelled in rage and frustration at being so cruelly teased and edged - a term he didn't know anything about in terms of sex until his abduction. The teasing and edging enraged the straight boy used to being in control when he fucked a girl and wanted to nut,

After another 10 minutes, Bobby stopped, savoring the taste of Curt's fuck meat in his mouth and the sweaty odor of his pubes and crotch under his nose.

Jesse resumed edging Curt by deep throating his cock plunging his mouth and throat all the way down his shaft in one motion, going back up and off his dick and then plunge down all the way again in one motion. They went to town on Curt's hard meat with sudden plunging motions that caused the boy to nearly shriek from intense pleasure "AAAAH SHIT!!!! FUCK YEAH SHIT!!!!! OOOOH!!!!!"

Over and over Jesse did it, holding the base of the boy's steel hard quivering dick, each time he plunged down, pulling back his foreskin. Jesse always stopped when he could feel Curt's balls and dick at the edge of shooting, frustrating and angering the straight boy who was not used - before his abduction - to ever being denied an orgasm if he wanted it.

Curt never before felt so helpless or out of control of his body's sexual reactions. In all of his sexual encounters - even alone - he was always in control in what was to happen, what did happen, and how long it happened. He didn't know any other way and it was the way he preferred - in control. If he felt particularly horny, he might push for a fast blow job and then a fast intense fucking of the girl he was with. Sometimes he might let his body be worshipped for a time by a female admirer - but never for a long period of time - a few minutes, before he would get so horny that he would take control and plunge his hard cock into the hot pussy for immediate satisfaction.

But now he was tied up - helpless. He felt like a puppet on a string - and that guys - faggots - could get a reaction from him making his pussy-loving man meat hard against his will. They controlled his every bodily reaction. His hard pecker drooled pre-cum. His tormentors reminded Curt that this was payback for all the times he felt he was "in control" because of his looks and body,

"FUCK THAT!!!! YOU AINT IN CONTROL NOW ARE YOU??? WE CAN CONTROL YOUR COCK...MAKE IT HARD, MAKE YOU CUM OR NOT CUM, MAKE YOU SQUIRM OR SCREAM!!!!" Aaron yelled.

Meanwhile, Jesse kept up tormenting the boy's cock - focusing on his cockhead, causing Curt, despite efforts to ignore what was happening, to pant heavily, his body repeatedly growing taut and making half hearted efforts to still break free, his dick hard as a rock. It was a wondrous sight for his captors to see that huge stick of cock swing back and forth and up and down as the boy struggled, sticky threads of his pre-cum, oozing out and down to the ground.

Curt's pelvis ever so slightly thrust forward in a pure fucking motion. They all noticed that - and how hard his cock was now. The could hear Curt moan involuntarily from the indescribable pleasure of his edged cock - moaning softly - trying not to - "fuck yeah".

Jesse caused involuntary gasps from Curt every time he rubbed his shiny knob wet from his steady drippings of straight boy pre-cum and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from sheer electric pleasure when his fingers rubbed the underside of his cock and especially under his mushroom head over and over. But he always stopped short of pushing the boy over the edge to orgasm.

He would get Curt to the point of near orgasm - with the painful unbearable sensations caused by the polishing and palming and backward stroking of his dick and knob - and then abruptly stopping. It caused the boy to gasp, and swing and pump his dick as if fucking a girl - in order to climax - a total involuntary reaction - but sexy as hell for his captors to watch

"ON NO....FUCK YEAH" he would moan over and over, growing frustrated to the point of insanity he thought, like being tied up and helpless on an endless sadistic rollercoaster ride up and then down and repeating the ride over and over.

Five minutes, then ten, then twenty, then thirty, then forty, then 120, then nearly 180 minutes of unrelenting edging of Curt's dick, also fingering his loose balls causing - to Curt - inexplicable previously unknown incredible non-stop intense decadent gratification of his dick - especially the knob of his cock. He couldn't believe it as his body would involuntarily respond to the relentless edging forcing him to gasp, throw his head back in sheer pleasure and causing his pelvis and dick to thrash back and forth.

But they figured - like most of the straight boys they abducted - he never experienced the sole prolonged attention on his dick of pure pleasurable prolonged unrelenting edging - that always stopped short of allowing him - or making him - cum. That alone would be torture to Curt - after the first 10 minutes - his body clearly wanted to shoot a load. The pleasure - without shooting - was starting to become unbearable. At the 30 minute mark it was already that and becoming worse to Curt, added to the confusion and shame in his brain that this was being done to him by guys. Guys.

After nearly three consecutive hours of pure pleasurable edging, Jesse paused from the edging, while the boy gasped, his body heaving from yet another countless ruined orgasm that was stopped before he could shoot and grabbed Curt's dick, shaking it back and forth like it was alive, to show the video cameras.

Bobby came up, and bent over and sniffed the head, flicking his tongue on the underside of Curt's cock, up to the head and back as the boy moaned and cursed him. Bobby then took out a measuring tape and measured the steel hard rod that curved up slightly, and then around the thickest part of Curt's cock as if he was a prized steer.

"Well, looks to be 8 and a half , no...no it is 9 inches of solid uncut piece of meat here! And...4 inches wide...fuck yeah, we are going to have fun with you!!!" Bobby said "you don't control your beautiful body anymore. That part of your life is fuckin over dude."

Curt closed his eyes in frustration, his hands fisted, in disbelief that his straight boy pussy loving man meat was so engorged and hard pointing straight out like a bat from his crotch in reaction to guys touching him. Guys. Faggots.

Even now, Curt was fighting to keep his mind focused on resistance - but the intense, persistent pleasurable feelings from the expert prolonged almost worship of his dick was quickly eroding that resistance, pushing the boy into that hazy zone of intense pleasure where and when his entire body and mind was focused on.

Yet another part of his brain was sheer wonderment of what was being done to his dick - no one ever made him feel this way before. None of the many girls he fucked ever gave his cock such lavish single minded attention or caused such unbelievable sensations that Curt even now could not admit to himself was the ultimate in pleasuring his man meat.

His body grew taut and his dick flexed even harder. It wasn't just the stroking, the rubbing of his cock, done in ways so much more pleasurable than done either by himself or by any girl - it was the prolonged and singled minded attention to the task by his tormentors.

But then the "straight" side of him tried in vain again to stop the surrender of his body to his tormentors - and the boy shouted "FUCK NO!!!!!!" and then looked up at the ceiling, his white perfect teeth clenched tight as if biting something hard and his face flushed with anger. His eyes were filled with tears of humiliation and sheer frustration of being edged and not allowed to cum.

He glared at his tormentors, hating them.

"....Jesus....please....no more....just...stop.....let me go," he muttered enraged trying in a last ditched attempt to resist the pleasurable sensations and somehow act as if he was in control.

They did pause again - this time for several minutes after nearly three hours of non-stop edging and 30 or more times that Curt was brought to the very brink of shooting his load. His body, covered in a sheen of sweat, panting as if he just finished a running race, exhausted, and filled with single minded animal-like lust to cum. His body was - as much as the restraints holding g him tight to the milking chair would allow tried to thrust his pelvis out as if searching for a hand or hole to rub against and achieve what he felt would be the most explosive orgasm he ever had.