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The Bee Keeper

Straight Boy Cum Control: Getting Tony (nc mm bond oral rape)

by Eric Lane

Getting Tony was a secret obsession for me, one that I thought no one else shared. Tony was 20 years old, a US Marine, - dark hair, cut short, about 5'8", a face more cute than handsome , with a winning boyish smile and a somewhat cocky, arrogant, swaggering attitude. His build was something any body worship per would kill for: smooth, nicely defined chest, 6-pak abs, bubble butt , nicely muscled legs, and a crotch that was nicely packaged. He had a gymnast-swimmer's build - not overly muscular, and had enough hair in the right places (armpits, a nice seductive trail from his concave belly button, down to his pubes, a moderately hairy legs). He was one of those guys that people notice - even other guys. He was alittle shorter than average height, but was so well proportioned that you didn't notice that.

He was slightly arrogant, as all good looking hunky guys must be - with a selfish attitude. But that attitude also made him even more appealing, more sexy. He wasn't obnoxious and he was friendly with me - though he didn't know that I was absolutely and totally obsessed with him and his body. Unfortunately, Tony was straighter than straight, and had an extreme phobia about all things queer. He probably didn't really hate gays, but he made passing references about how he could not understand why guys would fuck with other guys. "I don't get it. its sick and repulsive....how could a guy suck another guy's cock and how could the dude get off on that?" he said one time while a group of us where bullshitting, drinking beers and talking about sex. Somehow it got on the topic of gays, though no one in the group admitted they were (and I don't think any were - except me, and - I found out later, one other guy).

For some reason - the more unreachable he seemed, the more I wanted him. I didn't want him to be gay - I wanted him, but wanted his body because he WAS straight. I loved his scent - a mixture of cologne and clean boy-sweat. I would love just to sit near him or pass by him just to inhale the odor! I fantasized about tying him done, and doing whatever I wanted with his body, and making him cum. I never believed it would come true until one special night.

Up to then, I never even saw Tony naked - a couple of times without his shirt (I could see the waistband of his underwear, his pants hanging low on his slim waist) when he played basketball a couple of times at the park just before he enlisted in the Marines. I stared at him one time while he slept off the booze at a friend's house, sprawled sexily on a sofa, but fully clothed. It took everything in me not to cop a feel of his bulging crotch through the jeans he was wearing on that particular night. (I did manage to take a picture or two of him playing basketball, his torso nice and sweaty, and a picture of him sleeping on the couch). Until this night, that is all I did with Tony. Until one special, hot night.

I happened to be cruising downtown, when I spotted Tony, half walking, half being supported by a mutual friend, Stan, who was one of those guys in our group who heard Tony talk shit about gays. We were all in college (except Tony), and I had my own rented house and a car. Tony was on leave and visiting in San Diego, was partying with Stan. Neither of them had a car. It was around 1:30 am, hot and humid in the summer, and I pulled over and hollered at Stan "Hey, what's happening? You need a lift?"

Stan for some reason hesitated, then said "er....yeah...yeah....Tony here...well, the dude had too much to drink and I was going to take hum back to my place....but I don't have a car...and I just remembered that my roommate is there...."

Stan paused and explained with a hint of anger that "Tony man., he is one selfish guy sometimes. He stood me up three days in a row when he first got back. Didn't even fuckin call me. But he shows up at my door and expects me to drop everything to party with him. Well...I wasn't, but you know...its hard saying no to him..."

I nodded but still didn't know where this was going. I was still trying to think of a quick easy way of getting rid of Stan so I could play with Tony while he was passed out. His stories about being stood up and how selfish Tony was making it harder for me.

Tony just nodded his head back and forth, his eyes half opened "hey dude....I'm fucked up man....." he slurred, and closed his eyes, some saliva dripping from his sexy mouth. His shirt was half open.

Stan opened the backseat car door and sort of half pushed Tony in. He just sort of collapsed on the back seat and fell asleep. I grew excited knowing that beautiful Tony was in my car, vulnerable - I quickly fantasized how I could somehow get rid of Stan and take Tony home with ME. I didn't realize that Stan had the same idea!

He saw me glance and stare at Tony sprawled in the back - I didn't think he noticed. I guess I was getting noticeably excited. Stan got in the front and just stared at me intently.

"Uh.....Eric....er....I.." Stan said "I...." He paused then looked down.

"What?" I said.

"I...well...look.....I think....I think we both want the same thing. I feel like I got caught....but..." Stan said quietly - almost to himnself.

"What are you talking about it?" I asked.

Stan paused again, and turned a bright red. I didn't know what caused that.

"Look....okay....I don't give a shit what anyone thinks right now...but....look, I wanted to well...sort of...well..." Stan almost muttered to himself.

"What? Don't worry - just tell me" I said, still not sure what he was talking about - but I was sensing his heightened nervousness now.

"I...I wanted...I mean...I sort of wanted to mess with Tony for a long time...I " he paused again, staring down,avoiding my eyes, licked his lips and then added quietly "well, and I saw this opportunity to take him back to my place and.....well......fuck with him, you know?" Stan almost choked on those last words, blushing, his hands shaking a bit and looked turned, fearful that he might have misread me completely.

I was stunned. Did I hear what I thought he just said? How did he know about ME? I just stared - totally surprised and thought back how Stan seemed to also do everything he could to hang around with Tony. I was almost too stunned to say anything and just stared back, my mouth open.

"So...I got kinda excited and was walking back with him, but I forgot about my roommate....so....well...then you drove up, and.....well....."Stan hesitated, and sheepishly added "well, I kinda suspected you were bi or....and that you wanted Tony too....and...well....uh...I thought we could do him...you know...well...do him together..."

I just stared - shocked and could not believe that my fantasy was coming true! Here was the hunkiest guy in the world, passed out in backseat, while another guy was in the front seat, proposing that we take advantage of the stud!!!!

"Jesus Stan!!!! Fuck yeah!!! I can't believe it!!! I can't believe it dude!!!!! " I said.

I nearly floored the car, driving off to my house - a few miles away. We were both excited now, and then I nervously told him my fantasy - how I wanted to tie Tony up, and play with his body against his will - and make him cum many times.

"Fuck! That is hot man" Stan, immensely relieved now, breathing normal and blurted out "I dreamed of doing that too....so now we can do it to Tony....shit, we'll make him suffer for being so fuckin' good lookin".

Stan then (almost babbling) talked about how much he was obsessed with Tony. Stan didn't think of himself as gay - and supressed his feelings about Tony for years, but tonight was the last straw for him. He said he thought about me - and even fantasized about "getting Tony together". He suspected that I was gay - or least shared the same obsession about Tony as he did. He noticed my staring, taking pictures and once even caught me (though he never said anything then) going through Tony's athletic bag, fishing for his dirty clothes and underwear (I was able to rescue a damp, soiled pair of his prized Calvin Klein boxer briefs that Stony sometimes wore.) I couldn't believe it! I thought was so careful and I blushed at having someone else see how perverted I was.

Stan quickly added that "hey - I almost did that myself, and I took pictures of him too - after you left" he almost giggled. "Now, we can both have him, just like I dreamed man...."

Lucky for me, I live in a real secluded part of town - no neighbors around - and perfect for Stan and me to work over our handsome straight captive. My house had a full sized attic, with no windows - some mini rafters, perfect for tying someone up!

I parked the car just outside my house - no one was around. It was very dark, and Stan and I just sat there staring out the window, listening to the soft snoring of Tony in the backseat. I could smell the boysweat and scent of the sleeping boy. I glanced around and stared at him - sprawled in the back, his shirt slightly lifted up, exposing his flat stomach - showing off his belly button and trail of abdominal hairs in an almost deliberately sexy pose. Stan turned and stared too, and then we both looked at each other - seeing the lust in each other's eyes.

"God he is beautiful, isn't he" I almost whispered to myself. Stan looked, at first nervous, then grinned and nodded - hitting my shoulder gently with his left hand.

"We should get him in...so he doesn't catch cold," Stan said in almost a mock concerned voice. I wanted to laugh. The poor boy was better off in the car then to be alone in a secluded house with both of us!

Stan and me helped Tony out of the car. We nearly both pissed in our pants from the nervousness and anticipation. We wanted to tie him up and make him helpless before he came too.

He was wearing long shorts, a loose fitting cotton shirt, white socks and Reeboks. He slurred some unintelligible words, as we got on either side of him and walked him to the house and up to the attic. We both nearly fainted from the anticipation. Getting a whiff of beer, boy-sweat from his dark short hair and neck as we half carried him in made me nearly cum myself. I still couldn't believe it.

We put him gently on the attic floor (it was carpeted) so we could decide what to do. It seemed almost enough just to stare at his helpless, sprawled body on the floor - he was gorgeous. But we both knew there wouldn't be too many opportunities to "get Tony", especially if he was going to be stationed overseas. That thought of tying this handsome, well built Marine was too much. My heart was beating so fast and hard I felt almost dizzy from anticipation. We finally decided that we wanted him tied spread-eagled but we wanted to fondle and explore EVERY part of his body, including his ass crack.

At first we were both embarrassed to admit that, but I felt "what the fuck" and blurted out that my fantasy included smelling and licking Tony's ass crack and hole. Maybe I wouldn't actually do it, but it was a fantasy with THIS straight boy. I normally wasn't into stuff like that - but this hot Marine was so cute, so built and straight that it seemed like it would be performing a service to our country to pleasure this boy.

Stan smiled and said "fuckin A...I feel like I want to fondle the guy for hours man...just play with him."

There was a metal double bed frame in the attic, propped against the wall. We could tie him to that, which would help support his weight, but allow us access to his front and back. His body would be nicely racked and stretched.

We stood the drunken boy up, tying his arms and spreading them out, to each end of the propped up bed from, and tied his ankles, spreading out his legs, to the other ends. He was starting to come to at this point, and I blindfolded him.

Fully clothed still and tied (including his middle section, so he had very little wiggle room), he started pulling at the ropes, shaking his head (as if to shake off the blindfold), and tried to listen for our voices, and then started yelling - though still drunk "HEY, HEY.....WHERE THE FUCK...WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON..SHIT..OH FUCKIN....WHAT..." he slurred.

I covered my mouth and lowered my voice, moving close to his left hair, inhaling the sweet smell, and quietly said "we found you lying on the sidewalk, and we are going to teach you a lesson straight boy".
"There is nothing you can do about this. We are two queers who are going to milk you dry and make you like it and beg"

He yelled again and of course had no idea what "milking" was and probably no idea what we really wanted to do with him.the very idea that guys would kidnap him, tie him up for sex was too repulsive for him to even contemplate. He couldn't believe any guy would do that to him. He was starting to get scared.

I made sure the video camera that was on, was had a clear shot of the struggling handsome Marine. I also brought out two cameras with high speed film record the session.

Tony looked up in the direction of my voice, shook his head in disbelief, and at first started laughing "oh who the fuck are you guys.....funny, funny joke....now let me go....shit" He started pulling at the ropes, his arms and legs flexed, his muscled chest expanded and his stomach taut - trying to free himself.

Stan and I quickly ripped off Tony's sweaty cotton shirt, while he yelled in surprise and shock - then struggled like crazy to get loose - suddenly realizing that we were serious. Stan seemed more excited about ripping Tony's clothes off - perhaps it was payback for his being so arrogant and selfish.

With our inhibitions totally gone, Stan and I lusted after Tony and everything about him. We stared at his now bare smooth chest, heaving and struggling, while we sniffed his sweaty ripped shirt. I pointed at his damp dark hairy armpits - seeing him struggle while his armpits were totally exposed was a total sexual high - we both nearly fainted from watching our captive twist and turn, struggling to get loose while cursing at his (to him, unknown captors). We pulled down his long shorts, exposing his white jockey briefs (we were pleasantly surprised - most of the time he wore boxers). Though his dick was limp, there was a nice large bulge. We decided to leave them on for now - though we ripped off the boxers. We also each took off his reeboks (they smell funky), and peeled off his damp white gym socks, sniffing them as we set them aside. Now all he had on was his underwear, while his entire body strained and pulled to get free.

"Letmegoyoufuckers....god....don't....I'llfuckingfuckyoufuckers...shit..."he yelled in a slurred drunken voice, shaking his head violently (as if that would make him sober).

Stan and I were nearly over the top, staring at our idol. We wanted this to last and we wanted this cute guy to squirm before we made him cum and suffer.
We each tentatively put our fingers lightly touching him through his sweaty white tight Hanes underwear, each finger outlining his soft cock and balls. My fingers gently pressed the spongy cockhead, kneading the limp shaft as it gradually grew semi-hard, while Tony gasped. Stan lightly touched the boy's butt through his underwear, his index finger slowly tracing the outline of the underwear from his waistband to his leg openings that passed through his quivering sensitive thighs. Touching and kneading Tony though his underwear - then staring at him, seeing his cock grow, enlarging the bulge, was hot - and made him look even more sexy. I brought my nose right up to the crotch of his underwear, sniffing his ball sack through the thin cotton material, which was damp with his sweat. The aroma was heady and strong. Stan brought his nose tentatively at first to the boy's bulge sniffing, almost kissing the entire length of the semi-hard shaft, and then lightly used his tongue to outline the shaft and touch his covered cockhead. The cockhead (he was cut) was damp with precum - the precum soaking through the white underwear, making it slightly transparent. The smell was musky and starchy and erotic. I pulled his underwear slightly down, which caused him to suck in his stomach, and began his pleadings "don't.....don't...this is fuckindirty....no...don't ." even though his body responded otherwise.

I stopped touching him through his sweaty underwear that held tightly his hard cock (that was Stan's fetish, so he continued the fondling and kneading of Tony's crotch through his tight underwear, while the moaned). I started on his sweaty muscled back. I took one side, and slowly gave this stud a agonizingly slow and deliberate tongue bath, starting at the back of his neck, down to his quivering shoulders, to his armpits (as he was giggling and screaming), to his upper back, and slowly - very slowly made our way down his sides (and trailed his spine), to the slight mound before reaching his gorgeous white bubble butt. Through it all, Tony went nuts, yelling and screaming "oh fuck!!! Jesus!...stop stop, stop, stop stop", when we tongued his neck and upper back and sides" His body grew taut, highlighting every muscle and further defining his already defined stomach and chest. Stan kept kneading and fondling Tony's hard shaft, pressing the cockhead gently, grabbing his balls, pulling it them, and runing his fingers up and around his tight butt cheeks.

It was like Tony was putting a show on for us though we knew it was Tony trying to resist the awful pleasures - nearly unbearable - as a result of two guys fondling him, tickling him and licking body. I reached the top of his Hanes underwear waist band, while his body quivered in anticipation, while Stan lightly touched and pressed the boy's hard cock, held tightly in place, though tenting the front of his underwear. The cotton fabric seemed to strain to the breaking point and the precum at the cockhead made a large damp warm wet spot, nearly making it transparent. My hot tongue dipped under the sagging waist band, teasing him, while he moaned and struggled "oh God fuck stop ohgawdstop no no no stop o h shit fuck fuck fuck fuck...."

I looked at his full crotch and noticed his semi-hard sweaty dick inside his tight underwear was getting hard -but not quite steel hard yet. He was still resisting - and that needed to be broken down.

We both got up, and without a word, while he was yelling, his body stretched and breathing heavily, we opened two bottles of aroma (Rush), and we each put it under his nostrils, which he inhale deeply unknowingly at first.

He suddenly realized what was happening, jerked and pulled, and yelled "drugs...fuck..NONONNNONONONO...oh fuckin gawd...shit...." as it hit him and his head rolled back and his rigid body slumped in a sexual rush.

I immediately yanked down his underwear, ripping them off (sniffing and inspecting them quickly), and then together, we slowly licked his now steel hard 6.5 inch cut cock. He stopped struggled and moaned "oh fuck oh fuck..oh....oh....oh fuck.....no...oh fuck" still in a "Rush" high, his hard prick swinging back and forth lewdly. Stan stared at the boy's crotch in amazement - he wasn't sure it would get this far or how he would react to this himself. But this was handsome straight Tony with his dick hard and swinging back and forth.

I started licking his damp cock head, wet with precum, motioning to Stan to try licking the top part, and me, the underside just below the extremely sensitive cockhead ridge - very slowly, while our hands played with his loose warm balls and roamed around his flat stomach and butt. Stan at first couldn't - he never sucked or licked another guy's cock before and that seemed to be a huge line for him to cross in the "battle of what is straight". I stopped and urged him - almost ordered him to "lick it". Stan paused, brought his face tentatively to the cockhead - he could now smell the musky sweaty aroma and the precum leaking and tentatively - very tentatively stuck out his tongue. Tony moaned and made a fucking motion, trying to have his dicl swallowed. Tony was no longer resisting, slumped still in his bondage, moaning "oh fuck Jesus...oh god...oh god...OH GOD!!!!OHGOD!!!"

He moaned louder when I gobbled up his sweaty damp balls - moderately large (the size of small walnuts), with a nice musky odor (a mixture or sweat, piss and plain old funky underwear).

I unscrewed the bottle of Rush, and forced Stan to take a couple of hits, had him drink two shots of Jack Daniels, and suddenly the guy was a cocksucker par excellence. He literally dove into the boy's crotch, swallowing the ENTIRE cock in one swallow, using his tongue to do a "mexican hat dance" on his sensitve cockhead. The suddeness of the attack on his cock caused Tony to buckle and yell "GOD!!!!!!!"

Just as it looked like he was ready to explode, Stan would pull off his cock completely, and I would stop tonguing his balls. Tony's body would jerk wildly, his body involuntarily pumping- a pure straight boy fucking motion and looked desperately for Stan's mouth, moaning "oh fuck...you're teasing me man...oh shit, I can't stand it....Suck me oh fuck fuck fuck no...no.....oh.,....please...oh fuck...."

We did this for almost 2 hours - licking his sweaty chest, sucking his now hardened nipples, tickling his sides and feet, tonguing his ears, while he moaned and screamed - his body would jerk and struggle briefly, pumping, urging us to make him cum....each time we denied him release....by the 12th time, his moans were turning into near anger "FUCKFUCKFUCKF you shit you faggots don't fucking stop...oh fuck!!!!oh...stop it oh shit...fuck...."

Finally, we were ready to explode ourselves. We decided to make him cum - but on our terms. We licked his entire body, until we reached his crotch and bubble butt. His ass we saved until last - and by that time it was extremely sensitive. As Stan slowly licked and jerked Tony's hard - steel hard cock, slowly polishing the cock head and jerking his shaft, I played with Tony's tight balls with my hand, and then (with my other hand) pried open his clenched ass crack, and slowly licked it from top to his balls, swirling my tongue at his puckered and quivering asshole, pulling at the fuzzy hairs, inhaling the manly musky scents, darting my tongue into his tight hole while he screamed "what, what, what..shit what, what the fuck are you doing back there? ohohohohohohohohoh OH GODOHGOD OH GOD!!!!!"

His body grew totally rigid now, pushing up his pelvis obscenely trying to shove his cock down Stan's throat, while escaping my tongue. Stan pulled off and with a paper cup, held up to Tony's cock head, to collect the cum exploding from his hard cock. Tony moaned and squirmed, his body shaking after squirting 15 times.

He slumped and moaned "oh god...oh god....." quietly. Stan smiled in the most evil, sadistic way, reminding Tony (in a disguised voice) that this was lesson one - and that we would be making him cum MANY times this evening, and then slowly jerked Tony's extremely sensitive cock, sucking his cock head, swirling his tongue on Tony's cock head, polishing it while Tony struggled and pulled at his restraints, screaming and babbling "ohgod no no no no no no no no"
The screams turned into shrieks almost and he nearly seemed close to breaking his restraints. I slowly wedged my index finger near his asshole, slowly massaging the tight hole as he gasped. He was definitely frightened - terrified of being "queered". Good, I slowly (and gently) pushed my finger up his clenched hole (his butt would unclench involuntarily when I fingered his asscheeks, and thighs, giving him an unbearable tickling sensation). My finger finally grazed what I thought was the boy's prostate - it must have been something, because poor Tony screamed "OH GOD!!!!", sucking his stomach and making so rigid I thought I could see every muscle in his youthful compact body. I kept my finger pushing gently in and out while he shook his head and cursed and begged "don't fuck me please...don't...stop...please...."

Meanwhile Stan, totally getting over his inhibitions about sucking cock, concentrated on Tony's extremely sensitive prick head.The poor boy nearly went crazy from the intensity of having his super sensitive prick touched. Tears were streaming from his eyes and he was begging, pleading, crying almost for us to stop. His body was shaking, quivering involuntarily. He was long past controlling his body or even his screaming. His pelvis still pumped a fucking motion when the polishing of his cockhead got too intense and he was yet again close to cumming. One time he screamed at almost the top of his lungs in frustration and agony "oooooohhh stooopppppp!!!! FuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkK!!!"

We made poor straight Tony cum 4 more times - by the 6th hour (it was early morning and becoming daylight), he was reduced to a babbling idiot, totally spent, barely able to stand, no longer struggling. He was already completely drunk and nearly at the point of passing out. We made him drink two more shots of Jack Eric's, which calmed him down, and he passed out, while we took him back to his parent's (where he was staying until he had to report back to the base). Lucky for us, his parents were out of town! We fished for the house keys in his pants (my hands of course accidently coped another feel of the boy's privates).

We brought him back wearing just an old pair of running shorts - and dumped him on his bed, while he moaned and slept. Tony didn't remember anything about his ordeal, though our fantasy came true because it DID happen and WE remembered it (also thanks to videotaping and smelling his underwear that we kept). We thought it was a one time experience, but we were able to get him one more time - about 3 months later when he was on leave again. The Marines seem to make the boy even more arrogant and selfish, and as much as we liked him, we wanted to REALLY teach Tony a lesson that he WOULD remember (including spanking his beautiful white bubble butt) - and we did. That's another story though.

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