That night, Daniel opened my jeans, and like some teenage kids horsing around, he jerked a load out of my balls. He laughed hysterically when my cum bolted out of a bulging prick knob as his relentless fist slipped up and down my aching pole. I was excited and scared. On the one hand, is fist was a dream come true, but on the other hand, I feared embarrassment. After I shot, he held me close for a while and rubbed the cum into my stomach and hardened nipples. Then he let me go, and jumped up to protect himself. I screamed and cursed at him, and told him never to touch me again. But he knew I was just pissed off, and after a couple of days I'd forgive and forget. Him, it was just a joke. Me, it was began a war I intended to win.

Two weeks later, he came home from a date without any relief. He was drunk and obnoxious. But he had had so much that he was not in any condition to jump me. Instead, he came bursting out of the bathroom dressed like a queer's dream come true. He was standing in his leather high-tops, size eleven, with his white crew socks hanging. He had a jock strap on, a soccer practice t-shirt, his helmet and gloves, and his "stick." The hair on his legs ended just short of his bulging strap, and his seductive navel beckoned me below the short t-shirt. His nipples pushed out the t-shirt at his pecs, and sweat dripped from under his arms and at his forehead. This goof was ready to kick the ball!

He suddenly took a dive towards me. But I moved and in his stupor, he tripped and fell. That's when I took my opportunity. I jumped on his back and bent his arm behind his back. He grunted, but he was still too groggy to fight back. I grabbed a long sock that was strewn on the floor with the rest of our clothes, and in a minute I had both his arms tied in front of him. By now, he was alert, but he just stared at me with a sappy drunken smile.

"So you got me this time, huh runt? Well, better enjoy it, `cause if I get loose I'm gonna break your balls." He laughed, but he didn't struggle to get free. I think he assumed that since I had never beaten him before I didn't have the guts to do anything too weird. Anyway, straight guys always see themselves as either immortal or are so naive that the range of possibilities couldn't be threatening. Boy, was Daniel in for a surprise.

I steered him back to the bed and secured his arms, bound at the wrists, over his head to the bed frame. Next, I secured the first and then the other leg to the posts at the foot of the bed. Lying spread-eagled and secured on his bed, he made my dick throb. His firm, sloping pecs were tipped by two succulent and rubbery teats now slightly poking up his t-shirt. Under his arms, the dark brown tufts of hair were wet with perspiration, smelling slightly of Old Spice deodorant. His jock strap bulged with an erection, the head of his cock jutting above the band towards his navel.

I loosened his high-tops and pulled each one off his feet. A glorious odor emitted from them as I dug my nose into that lovely socked fabric of delights, rubbing my face, tasting that sweat, and massaging those fuckers. When I pulled the socks off, I looked at those powerful feet. They were strong and athletic, broad, pale, veined, and muscular. Those feet had pounded up and down fields, gripped rugs and floors, gotten hot and sweaty in umpteen pairs of sneakers. Now they were under my supervision. The toes curved neatly from the big toe to the little one. Only the index toe broke the pattern, jutting above the big and middle toe like an erection. His instep was meaty and high-arched, reflecting years of athletic play.

"Dude, whattya gonna do...?" His voice seemed almost quiet and subdued.

I didn't answer immediately. First I took one of his crew socks, and pinching his nose shut, got him to open his mouth so I could stuff it in. His eyes opened wide, and for the first time I saw a look of fear on his handsome face. Then, after I used some athletic tape to secure his gag, I spoke to him. "Ya know Dan, I haven't forgotten the other night when you got me down and tickled me, and jerked me off. I figure turnabout is fair play. But I've got a lot of losing nights to avenge. And since you haven't been getting any recently, maybe I can help you out by draining your balls...what do you say?" I sounded so straight, but my heart was pounding. I had a dream come true. I was gonna get to jerk Dan's meat into my submission and anything else I wanted to do with his body. He had to accept the excuse because he had crossed the line himself two weeks earlier. Nothing gay, just some good ol' homies playing it out.

He shook his head as if to say no, but the terror he felt hadn't reduced the size of his fat boner. Instead, a clear line of lube dripped from the pool in his wide piss slit down to the reservoir of his navel. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I let my index finger trace a light, feather trail from one ankle, up his calf along the inside of his leg to his thigh, then up to the edge of his jock pouch. Along the way I pulled at hairs, scratched at sensitive places, and finally got to his crotch, letting one finger dip up under the strap towards the crack of his shivering ass. Dan grunted, shifting his weight to try and avoid my probing fingers, but he had no way to escape. Instead, his thick dick just got harder and drooled more.

I looked up at his navel. Yeah, that's where I'd start. I shifted my glance to his face, then gave a wicked smile. My hand went up into the air, imitating a little kid's airplane. With one finger extended, I pretended that it was a jet bomber on a run and let my hand fly over his body in a threatening but gradual descent. He knew what was gonna happen, and began thrashing against his bonds and yelling into the gag. But I couldn't understand him, so I just made him squirm.

"Remember what you said to me, Dan; JUST COOPERATE and you'll be okay. So that's what I'm telling you. Be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you up by tomorrow morning." His eyes rolled, and he groaned loudly into the gag, but his dick stayed at attention. Funny how some guys are studly, but when you have them in the right situation they will let you do anything you want with their bodies. Dan was a prisoner to his own prick. He knew earlier that if I won I'd get some of my own back. He sort of expected it. But also, he sort of craved it. He wanted me to force him to enjoy my control of his body.

Without warning, my finger dove into his navel. His hole was wide and deep with curly brown hair framing it and filling it. His stomach was so taught that my finger must have tickled him something ferocious. As I let my nail scratch the interior, probing and searching for nooks to irritate, his ass bounced on the bed and he yelled into the gag like a stuck pig. Jesus, this was a rush! To see his toes curl and squeeze, the see his chest heave and his head loll back and forth helplessly as he laughed without relief was sensational. I gave him the torture in waves, not wanting him to choke or stop enjoying the excruciating sensation.

While I applied my finger to his navel, his practice t-shirt got shoved up and under his armpits. The firm, sloping ridges of his chest were prominently displayed as his chest heaved. The firm, juicy little berries at the tip of each slope had gone stiff. Like little erections, they were begging for attention. With my finger still worming relentlessly into his navel, I used the other hand to pinch and scratch at his nipples. The moment I grasped his titty between my index finger and thumb and began a gentle tugging, then used a fingernail to scratch the rubbery teat, Daniel's eyes closed and his laughing was relieved only by groans. He wanted to be played with, he wanted to sub. I knew it.

Later, Daniel told me that when he was in high school, some buddies went with him to a drive-in where, after some booze and a joint, they got to horsing around. One thing led to another and suddenly he was caught in between his two friends on the floor of the van they were in. He said one guy began pinching his tits as part of the game and when he caved in, they decided to really have some fun. By the time the night ended, they had his jeans around his ankles, his briefs down, and jerked him off for the fun of it. Apparently, on several more occasions they played the same game, sometimes with Dan in the middle, or with one of his buddies. All I know is that when I want him to surrender, I start toying with his tits, a little pinch, a pull, a scratch, and like the pussy he is, he just lets me do what I want.

But all that would come later. At the time, I was exhilarated just to have him squirm as my fingers pinched and tickled. The way Daniel  hunched his hips and curled his toes, I could tell my torture had him horny as hell. He needed relief and I was the guy to give it to him.

The time had come to make my tethered roommate lose control. That big bound body was mine to play with and I wanted him helpless. I pushed him over the edge. I removed my index finger from his navel, and tracing it slowly up his stomach, it traveled past his ribs into the hollow of his armpit. The muscular cavity was stretched open to me since his arms were tightly secured over his head. The dark tufts of hair still smelled slightly of deodorant, but the nervous perspiration was beginning to make him smell like a rutting and passionate pig, yeah! As my stiff finger gently probed the wet hollow, Daniel's eyes opened wide. Oh yeah, the big stud boy was as ticklish here as elsewhere. His muffled pleas made their way through the dirty sock jammed in his mouth..."aaaaaaiiiiieeeeee----mmmpppphhhh.....aaaaaauggggh--!"

With an almost cruel sense of power, I stiffened my finger and used the thick digit to tickle the sensitive armpit mercilessly. Daniel's toes curled tight, his ass bucked desperately, and his head lolled back and forth--eyes opening and closing in conjunction with his garbled please and shrieks. "Yeah, you fucker," I said in a cold tone, "when I asked you stop, did you? No--so now I'm gonna give you a real good workout, big guy. You've gotta learn your lesson."

I went from one armpit to the other, paused briefly and tickled both at the same time--varying the speed and firmness of my fingers to keep Daniel off balance and writhing. For about a couple of minutes I allowed him a chance to regain his breath, all the while whispering to him about the helplessness of his situation and what I was going to do with him. Then I returned to the sweet torture. I crawled in between his spread legs and reached up to his chest with both hands. My right hand went back to work in his left armpit, tugging at the hair, scratching and tickling with wild abandon. My left hand went up to his right pec to pinch and pull and scratch the jutting spike of his nipple. Dan  bucked, his cries through the gag once again alternating between uncontrolled squeals from the tickling and moans of pleasure as his sensitive nipples were worked over. As he bucked his hips, his fat boner burped more pre-cum, covering the entire surface of his fat glans and filling the well of his navel again.

The scum drooled from the taught prick knob as I titillated the nipples and his prick throbbed from my incessant tickling. I knew how desperate he was to have something grasp his overwrought dick head and give it a thorough massage so he could shoot his load. But that would have been too easy. What made the game good for both of us was that the tickling kept him on the edge of cumming without any possibility of relief unless I gave it to him. The big guy wasn't about to get any quick relief...

During a rest pause, I yanked Daniel's sweaty jock strap down under his balls. His balls had drawn up full and tight beneath his cock root. They emitted the strong starchy scent of sperm and perspiration. I tickled the fat nuggets briefly, using my fingernail to search out every spot that caused them to tighten even more. Dipping an index finger into the pool of precum in Dan's navel, I then slipped it under the balls, lubricating a passage to the tight fuck  of his asshole. Dan  continued to wriggle, and his eyes betrayed a combination of fear and lust. But his dick stayed at attention and the groans from behind his gag were not expressing fear so much as fuck-lust.

Using more pre-cum, I gently probed at the nether lips of Dan's tight pucker. I was on the verge of shooting myself. I knew no other guy's finger has probably ever been where mine was about to go. I figured he was tight, so I was gentle, making sure that my fingers were sopping in pre-cum and slowly insinuating my finger so that he could adjust to the sensation I know how an enema feels, and that stuffed feeling was probably driving Dan  crazy as I drilled deeper and deeper into his hole. To keep him distracted from any discomfort, I used my other hand to pinch his nips, tickle under his arm, or stroke his big, fat balls.

As I approached his prostrate, Dan tried to dislodge my finger. The sensation was too great...his dick was quivering. But his attempts to evade my finger were futile and only served to drive it deeper into this hot, gripping cavity. Just before reaching the hard little prostrate, I eased up. I didn't want him to shoot yet. So I began a gentle frigging up his butt-chute, making him squirm with another horny kind of fuck-lust. I knew he wanted to shit my finger from his bung, but my worm just kept up its patient but maddening probe.

I realized that Dan was getting closer to ejaculation, in spite of my efforts. In order to distract him even more from my finger fucking, I reached back with my free hand towards his bound feet. Once when he was asleep, I had crawled over to his bed to examine his feet which were protruding from under the sheets. Those big fuckers seemed so strong and powerful to me. Once in the library when he was horsing around, he slipped them from his flip-flops and used his strong toes to massage my crotch under the table across from him. He laughed as I squirmed, but I didn't move. I wanted those big joints to jerk me off. I almost came, but I never forgot the sensation. When I crawled over to stare at them, I put my nose under the curve of his toes. I noted that even after a shower they still had a slight scent of the sweat socks, not acrid or pungent, just manly. The long toes, the hairy tops, the muscled flesh. Christ, I had almost wanted to lick and suck them that night. Now I had those big feet restrained so I could work them over. My jagged fingernails scratched like they were relieving an itch on his meaty instep. Daniel yelled through his gag, curling the toes futilely, but at the same time releasing control of his ass muscles. His concentration alternated between the one sensation of my finger up his hole, and the other sensation as I tickled his feet. I enjoyed finger fucking that bitch butt hole and torturing those studly feet.

Finally, I stopped tickling his feet and decided to give old Dan  what he wanted and needed...a huge cum. I leaned forward and lay next to him. In a surprise movement, I laid my head on his chest and placed my lips onto the jutting spike of his teat. As I licked and chewed, sucked and bit, Daniel's chest rose to ram the horny little digit into my mouth.

Fuck, he needed to be worked. Then I used my left index finger under my body to scratch at his exposed and rested armpit. My right finger began a thorough fuck of his butt and found the hard, nutty little prostrate and gave it a good once over. Dan was out of control. His body jerked and writhed, trying to escape and still enjoy every sensation. His nerve endings were being frigged, fucked, bitten, pinched, chewed, tickled, and scratched. He yelled his fuck-lust into the gag in unintelligible sounds... "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH--AAAAGGGGGHHHH.....UUUUUGGGGGHHH; EEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIYYYYYYY!!!!"

I increased my efforts. Then as I watched, the wet knob of Dan's big prick just expanded without anything touching it. His ass raised as far off the bed as his bonds would allow, and the piss lips opened to eject a long stream of milky white cream towards his face. SPLAT! It landed right on his face, and so did the next two shots, then his hose just burped and spat until his chest was covered in clots of the cheesy starch. I waited until his dick wouldn't even drool any more cum before I stopped my incessant fingers and lips. Then I sat back and looked at his body. He was covered with perspiration. His chest heaved in deep breaths, and his ass still squirmed, squeezing his thighs as best he could to release the tension in his balls and the unsatisfied feeling in his prick. After all, he hadn't had a hand or pussy or ass to grip his rod. The cock had shot without any massage. He was still horny and knew it. His dick never went soft. Instead, it just lay there, fat and stiff, in need of some rough workout. This was going to be fun.

After about a minute, I crawled over Daniel's chest and rested both of my knees on either side of his head. I reached back and scooped some of his copious and viscous cum from his belly and used it as lube for my own sopped and slick boner. Once I released it from the prison of my jeans, my callused fist slid up and down, grinding and rubbing the sensitive rod, torquing briefly around the nerve-studded flange and cock head before descending for another turn. Scratching my own nipples briefly, I brought myself to a gasping explosion, and aimed my dick towards Dan's lips. The cum poured out from my raging balls and soaked the sock in his still gagged mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhh, fuck, here it cums......aaaaaaaahhhhhhh; Jesus, that feels soooooo gooooood...oooooooohhhhhh shiiiiiiiiittttttt!" After my ejaculation was through, I looked down to see Daniel's eyes fixed on my boner, watching as the last dregs of cum dripped onto his gag. "See, Danny boy, now you can rest a bit. I think I'll get a couple of toys from around the house, then I'll be back."

I got up and left him to contemplate my next moves. When I returned, his eyes widened again, and a groan escaped through the gag. I had a couple of clothespins from the laundry downstairs. I also had a hairbrush with some short pig bristles and an electric toothbrush. Finally, I had a strange-looking device. It was a vibrator purchased as a gag from an adult store three months ago. The vibrator had a chargeable handle and then a long but narrow neck at the end of which was a wicked-looking ball with bumps and prongs of soft plastic which could make any pussy or butt hole drool in anticipation.

Daniel's cock, which had grown limp, suddenly came back to life. His dick started to fill with blood and by the time I was seated next to him and the door locked, he was sporting a raging hard-on again. "You know, Dan, now we can have a real party. Your dick tells me that you're all bloated and jammed up with cum...you need to clear the tubes. That first load just didn't get your nut the way you need it...huh, buddy?

Well, I'll take good care of you, ol' buddy; I'm gonna work your meat `til it's ready to rest. Know what I mean?" Daniel's eyes rolled and he spoke unintelligibly into the gag, no doubt pleading with me.

"Sorry, Daniel, I just can't hear what you're trying to say." Then I laughed.

Once the vibrator was gently inserted up his ass and humming a tune on his prostrate, I attached the clothespins to his nipples and then used the pig bristles on his soles, ribs, and underarms. He screamed and yelled through the gag, but his dick never went soft. Instead, it grew thick and stiff, red and insolent, drooling pre-cum once again like the stuff was going out of style. That's when I lay down between his legs, lifted his boner from off his stomach, and held it in one hand. After examining it thoroughly, I picked up the battery-operated toothbrush with my other hand, and flicked it on. Daniel started to buck but he had nowhere to go. I gently and carefully brought the whirling bristles down on his bloated balls. As he drooled pre-cum down his stalk in anticipation, I started a slow scrub which began at his balls and worked inexorably towards his dick head. I couldn't wait to use those bristles on his flange, dick knob, and piss lips!

That was four years ago in college. Daniel was one of the most cooperative roommates a guy could ever have. After that night, he also improved in school, was a success on the soccer team, and a date more seriously. He's married now but every summer we go camping for two weeks and in the winter we plan a ski trip. Just the boys...if you know what I mean. And I get a chance to give Daniel what he doesn't get at home.