GETTING OVER THE HUMP (All boys 18+)
With the
thick blindfold affixed to his face, Mitch
could not see any of the men around him… he could only hear their harsh
Slavic
voices as they appraised him like a slab of beef. The leather cuffs
around his wrists kept his arms pinned behind his back, and the floor
felt sticky and slippery underneath his bare feet. It reminded him of
the time he stepped in his own spooge after masturbating in his bedroom,
and it made him feel queasy.
On either side of him, he heard boys his age- similarly exposed and restrained- whimpering with fright and grunting in anger. They were all about to find out that, once this process began… it didn’t slow down for even a moment.
Before
he knew it, Mitch was gagging on a set of thick, dirty fingers; his tongue was
no match for their strength and he was unable to push them back out from between his lips. Playfully
tapping and toying with the boy’s dangling uvula at the back of his throat, the man delighted in Mitch’s
coughing and retching as the knuckles settled behind the boy’s teeth.

The man removed his hand once he finished inspecting Mitch’s mouth, and right away, Mitch felt his undies being yanked down and cool air surrounding his genitals. The rough, calloused palm cupped his nuts and squeezed his dick, forcing him into an involuntary erection in front of people he could not see. He could hear a crowd murmuring and chuckling as his young erection strained in front of him, steely like a flagpole.

Mitch rarely masturbated while standing up, and when he did, it always ended the same way: with him spreading his legs and involuntarily squatting deep as he humped the air and his own hand. He could feel that same urge to bend his knees now, but he was fighting it with all his willpower.
Before long, Mitch could sense that his handler was becoming annoyed and impatient, as the groping became more violent and aggressive. After a few moments of yelling something in a language the boy couldn’t understand, a very casual exchange took place. A second individual had stepped up onto the stage and had pulled the brutish man away for a private conversation.
As he stood there shivering- waiting for something terrible to happen as a result of his own stubbornness- Mitch was acutely aware that people were watching him. Inspecting him from head to toe, and drinking in the sight of his private areas. He wanted to know who was out there, how many there were, and whether or not they were taking pictures… but alas, he had no way of finding out.
Catching him off guard, another hand wrapped around his turgid erection, where it remained perfectly still. It didn’t squeeze, it didn’t slap, it didn’t stroke… it just held onto his member. Mitch could feel hot breath on his neck before he heard a man’s Australian accent whispering softly into his ear. “It’s much less painful if you cooperate.”

He didn’t know if it was the stranger’s kindness, or the gentle grip of his softer, well-moisturized hand… but Mitch began to buck. Back and forth, in and out of the fist, harder and faster. The
crowd cheered and laughed uproariously as the boy began to surrender- humping the man’s fist
like a blind, horny animal.
Frustratingly, the hand remained motionless the entire time- making Mitch work to achieve his own submission. Shedding his inhibitions, the teenager began to fuck the man’s fist in earnest… eventually roaring out with release as he added his own sticky dollops of slime to the stage. He was still catching his breath when a thick canvas hood was stuffed over his head and he was dragged off the stage. Once this process began… it didn’t slow down for even a moment.


