Johan - The Set Up.

Every time I set foot in a garage, my dick ends up straining against my pants at the sight and smell of the sweaty straight mechanic lads.
With their dirty overalls giving only a hint of those tight little arses as they bend over to fix an engine, I just want to strip the fuckers naked and make them work on my cock instead.

Colin and I have been keeping an eye on the lads at a nearby garage - and we've picked our target. Johan, a grubby little greasemonkey with a cheeky grin, is working alone today. And he's gullible enough to fall for our story and come to "fix our car"...

Johan - 1 of 5.
Drugged, stripped, sniffed and licked all over, feet sucked, orally abused and arse finger-fucked....

As Johan's trying to wash his hands, Colin sticks him with a syringe, and in seconds, the boy's out for the count. We swiftly descend on his vulnerable little body, yanking his shirt up and grabbing greedily at his naked flesh.

Under his overalls, Johan's got an attractive lean, smooth body. But we don't just want to look at this gorgeous stud. We're going to taste and enjoy every dirty little crevice, every private hole, every single hair on this straight boy.

Ripping off Johan's boots, we both drink in the smell of his feet - Colin holds the boot over his face and takes a deep whiff, while I get busy removing and sucking the boy's sweaty socks. We spend a good long time tonguing and chewing on those beautiful feet - with the lad out cold and unable to struggle, it's the perfect time to indulge those pervy urges.

After licking every drop of straight boy sweat from Johan's moist armpits, and giving his nipples a thorough sucking, I decide this boy's arse needs breaking in. While Colin holds his arsecheeks open, I gob on the hairy little hole, and force half my finger in.
But Johan's virgin hole is so tight, I have to rim him for a while to get him wet enough to really stretch him up. By the time I've finished, I've got two of my thick fingers holding his hole so wide, I can spit right into it. Straight boys are so much more relaxed when they're asleep - and this one's in for a shock when he wakes up...

Johan - 2 of 5.
Bound and gagged, fucked with the machine, nipple clamped... and then caned.

Our passed out straight boy is tied, gagged, and in the perfect vulnerable position for some proper abuse. Time to wake the fucker up with a cold cup of water in the face. Johan's shock and distress is hilarious. Drugged up and confused, he has no idea what's going on. He slurs a few words of protest through the gag, before giving up and merely emitting pained, angry moans.

But when Johan sees the fucking machine poised at his arsehole, it dawns on him what might be about to happen, and he attempts to struggle free. The more he moves, the more his bondage causes every part of his body to hurt - especially his tender balls, when he kicks his feet about. Slowly, I ease the large dildo into Johan's hole, enjoying the agonized grimace on his face as it forces its unforgiving way into his tight boycunt.

When Johan's discovered (the painful way) that he can't move an inch to escape the intrusion, I turn the machine on. It plunges in and out, burying itself up to the hilt, wreaking anal misery on the unhappy virgin straight boy. No amount of howling and crying will stop a machine. And with sadists like us, it just makes his predicament worse - because we actively enjoy the sight and sound of a man suffering. So we clamp his nipples, tie the chain to his dick and watch his face contort in agony.

But with Johan in such an inviting position, we can't settle for just violating his hole. Those firm round cheeks need to be worked over too. I take the cane and hit his arse time and time again, as the dildo continues its abuse. Soon he's streaked with red stripes both above and below his arsehole. The louder he screams, the harder I hit - and it's not stopping any time soon...

Johan - 3 of 5.
Hung from the ceiling in ropes, spitroasted, then winched down and pounded in the arse.

We've put Johan in rope bondage and dangled him from the ceiling, completely and utterly helpless. The wriggling straight boy doesn't even want to open his mouth - but I don't give a shit. This little fucker is going to get my dick hard, whether he likes it or not.

While Colin casually intimidates Johan by rubbing his stiffening cock up and down the boy's crack, I wrench open Johan's mouth and cram my prick into his gob, making sure he swallows every inch. Still the lazy cunt's not making any effort though, so I order him to use his tongue and suck a lot harder.

Soon Johan's tight straight arse is being pounded by Colin, and I'm having my dick licked and suckled by the desperate lad as he gasps for breath, the tight ropes digging into his chest. Eventually, we winch him down to the floor, and I continue enjoying my blowjob as Colin pries open his arse a second time.

One of the best things about fucking a straight guy is hearing their impotent protests. Some beg and cry - but once his mouth's free, Johan spits out a series of rage filled threats describing what he's going to do to us once he's free. The only swear word he seems to know is "fucking" - but then again, perhaps that's all he can think of, with his sore arse stuffed with cock.

Johan - 4 of 5.
Whipped until he sucks dick like a pro - then shoved to the ground and beaten as he licks Colin's hairy arsehole.

Since Johan did such a piss poor job of sucking my cock earlier, we've decided it's time to give the straight cunt some fucking intensive whore boy training.
Tied in a nasty stress position, he is spitting with rage and disgust as I order him to kiss and lick Colin's massive prick. Every time he swears at me and pulls away, I give him a hard whack with my crop - and sure enough, the pain soon makes him reluctantly touch the dick with the tip of his tongue.

I'm intent on humiliating Johan in ways he's never even imagined - I use the whip to force him to kiss the cock like he'd kiss a girl, and lick all up and down the shaft. By the time we make him actually put it in his mouth and suck it, his arse is a deep shade of red - and so is his face, from his utter embarrasment and misery.

I continue to beat Johan as he pleasures the hated cock, as Colin tells me the boy isn't using his tongue enough and needs to be taught to make a decent effort. Sweat drips off Johan's brow as he trembles and struggles to keep upright in his exhausting position while being whipped, knowing we won't let him go until Colin's happy.

After sampling our slut boy's newly trained mouth with my own cock, I push him to the floor and Colin straddles him.
The innocent hetero lad seems to think I'm joking when I tell him he's going to lick arse. But his laughing soon stops when Colin's hairy arse is lowered right onto his face. Johan tries to escape, flinging his head left and right in horror, but he's bound tight and my whip is thrashing his arse non stop. His only choice is to follow my orders and get his tongue out to lick Colin's arsehole.

I hit Johan's sore red backside again and again until he's given Colin a thorough rimming. The straight boy breaks down in tears as we leave him, sobbing loudly into the floor, completely broken. What he's been forced to do today will no doubt haunt him for the rest of his life.

Johan - 5 of 5.
Pinned down and foot tickled, then put into foot bondage for even more tickle torment...

It's not often you find a straight boy with feet as sexy as Johan's - and we're going to enjoy this to the full. He's ticklish as fuck, and we've discovered that the slightest touch to his feet makes him squirm and gasp.

Colin pins the fucker down while I immobilise him by the ankles and begin what will turn into one of the most unbearable torments Johan's ever experienced. As my prying fingers begin to stroke his soles, he finds himself giggling uncontrollably, coupled with an angry series of muffled curses through his gag.

After we tie him up, Johan soon discovers he can't avoid the agonising tickles, no matter how much he tries to fling his body about and flip his feet back and forth. There's no escape. His convulsions of laughter come in sobs and gasps, in between increasingly desperate swearing.

Even when my fingers aren't actually touching him, Johan giggles and yelps, terrified of the inevitable creeping fingers so close to his vulnerable soles. I have fun scratching and poking his feet too, each touch eliciting increasingly loud sobs of laughter. When Colin takes a turn, Johan's screams reach fever pitch and he almost passes out...