By Wolfero
(Starring: RYAN PHILLIPPE)
In the dark room, it could be heard the hectic breath of the man sat on velvet cushions. In the screen, a curly-haired boy with the body of a Greek hero and the features of a rogue angel comes out naked from a bath. He winks to somebody who is in with him in the movie, and that makes the old mans breath move his hand with the rhythm of obsession. The dick shaken by that hand is hard despite the age of the man. He is more than enough riches to buy the oils that can leave his mature skin smooth and full of vitality.
– Freeze! -he orders, and at the back of the room somebody stops the projector so that the photogram of the boy winking is left fixed on the screen the movie is being projected on. The old man wanks now feverously with pure lust and desire.
-I want him now now matter what -he moans- My golden piece
And with a gesture he orders one of his servants to kneel down beside him, so that with his free hand he can grab the servants bottom and maybe believe its the one of the boy on the screen. The boy, an American actor called Ryan Phillippe, can do nothing but wink motionless while the old man mutters again: My golden piece.
Ryan Phillippe has done enough business for today. What with his career as an actor and the producers firm hes involved into, its been a tiring day and hes seen many people, but its time to come back home to his family. While he walks into the parking lot where he left his car some hours ago, he lets tension evaporate from his body as if all anxieties in him were dispersing. That leaves his firm muscles loosing, and he feels as if he were already walking in slippers on the carpet of his living room.
But that moment when Ryan prepares to relax and lower his defences is the precise moment chosen by the three men who had been following all afternoon. These men have studied their aim thoroughly. They know he has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, so they will not give him the chance to fight back. They come to him unnoticed, from where he can not realize the danger, and they bounce on him from behind when least expected, two of them immobilising him with an iron-grip clutch while the third one forces a damp cloth to his mouth and nose. It all happens so suddenly that poor Ryan can hardly react or scuffle a bit before the narcotic that impregnates the cloth takes effect on him and plunges him into unconsciousness. After keeping him immobilized and gagged by the cloth a bit more to make sure he is not faking, the men carry his limp body to their van, which is parked just beside Ryans car. The few other people on the parking lot are too far to have witnessed the scene that has just taken place.
A phone call to confirm that everything has been according to scheme causes an immense joy on the other side of the world. The Sheik is in bliss. He would have not ordered such a risky action if the prize were not worth it, but he does not regret it at all and can hardly wait to lay hands on it he has been sex-fasting for the last three days and will have to wait some more, but he will endure the waiting now he know what is coming his way
In not time at all, the unconscious Ryan Phillippe is on board of the Sheiks private jet, the one he uses to fly in his visits to the States, though this time he has not come himself. The Sheiks status makes it possible that there are neither questions nor searches before the jet takes off. And lying down on the Sheiks private bed is Ryan, sleeping while is flown out of the country. never to come back if the sinister plans of the Sheik become true.
When Ryan Philippe finally wakes up, his head feels as if its been covered in silk. He has been travelling under the effect of narcotics all the time and now hes on firm land again, but where thats still to be seen.
His surroundings are certainly disconcerting. He is lying down on a kind of satin mattress, with his head leaning on a silken cushion. All around him there are walls covered with lively tapestries and drapes that hang from the ceiling. He tries to lift his head and stretch himself to see more of that bewildering room only to find out hes bound. With the proverbial What the fuck? coming to his lips, Ryan begins to stir and check that his wrists are tied together, and so are his ankles, by some kind of strips of some tight material, with the end of each strip securely bound to a pole and so keeping him all stretched, with his arms and legs extended. With increasing alarm, Ryan looks around for the camera that indicates its a gruesome joke, but finds none, and starts to grow gradually more nervous, while he shakes trying to get loose. Then he suddenly remembers the last he experienced before oblivion, those men taking him and putting him to sleep, and the certainty he is in real danger makes him fight mightily against his bounds, which do not yield an inch.
Then, maybe attracted by Ryans scuffles, a young man comes to look from behind a curtain. His skin is very tanned and his features are Arabian. With a gasp of surprise, he disappears hurriedly leaving Ryan struggling even more feverishly. The young man returns in no time at all, but he is not alone. He comes accompanied by a couple of tall minions who seem to be escorting an old Arab man with a radiant smile, who looks greedily at the helpless Ryan.
– My little boy! -he exclaims with a voice shaking by emotion, and just as he begins to kneel down beside him, one of his servants places a cushion between his knees and the mattress.
– What is happening here? -Ryan shouts trying not to panic- Why am I here, who the hell are you?
– Ssssssssshhhhhhh. -the man says with a giggle, taking one finger to Ryans lips. Ryan shakes his head, mortified and tries to scowl menacingly.
– Im your new master -the Sheik says, adding before Ryan can protest: I know you were your own master before, but things have changed quite much, my dear. I bring to my harem the most beautiful men. And youre the golden piece, the one that took me more trouble to get but will be sweeter to taste.
With that, unable to keep his hands still, the Sheik begins to caress Ryans golden hair and inclines to cover his face with kisses. Indignant and disgusted, Ryan contorts, shakes his head and shouts protests and insults. He knows he is in trouble now. In BIG trouble indeed.
– Tsk, tsk -the Sheik reprimands him- Itll take time, my dear, but youll resign in the end.
At a signal of his hand, one of his servants goes down on his knees and, taking a dagger from some crease in his clothes, he uses it to cut Ryans garments. He does it with great dexterity, as if hes used to doing it often, and in no time at all he has sliced Ryans shirt and trousers, which hang in rags from his handsome body. At the sight of Ryans irresistible flesh, the Sheik seems to go wild and helps to slash the remains of clothes with his own hands. Ryan shouts to be left alone while he uses all his strength in another attempt to get rid of the strips.
A victorious admiring guffaw from the Sheik greets Ryans nakedness. Ryans socks can be removed from him with no need to slash them, and Ryans underpants are ceremoniously taken down to his knees while he thrashes about violently and threatens these men with laws even he knows hes beyond now. And there it is, Ryans cock in all its glory, semi-erect due to the rude way with which he has been unclothed.
– Aaaaaahhhhh. -the amused Sheik exclaims- My little boy begins to see the fun of it
Ashamed as hes never been, Ryan blushes and calls the Sheik something ugly. One of the servants is about slapping him across the face, but the Sheik stops him with a gesture and says:
– I bet I myself can make him regret that
His words are at once followed by his hands bouncing on Ryans exposed armpits, where they dig with an unexpected intrusion. Taken by surprise, Ryan lets out a half-scream, half-guffaw that sends shivers up the Sheiks spine and encourages him to keep his fingers pressing into those pits as if he were kneading clay hastily. Poor Ryan, ticklish as he is, babbles some incoherent complaints like Stopstopstoppppppp or NOooleeeavempphhhfff before erupting into a burst of giggles and guffaws totally uncontrolled.
– This is your new masters favourite pastime -the Sheik explains exultantly while he jabs and prods at Ryans pits with a cruelty fuelled by anticipation- To tickle-tickle his little boys…
Ryans indignation seems to disperse into the wave of laughter and shudders that goes through his body. He brawls wildly to expel those hands from his bare armpits, but he is totally helpless before his torturer, the man who claims to own him now. Ryan twinges and wriggles on the mattress while forced cackles escape his lips, which he cant keep closed for a moment.
– HaahahehehheHEhhHEehHEHEEEEHEEHEEH!!!
His laughter is celestial music to the Sheiks ears. He loves it so much that its almost a painful sound into his head, so he decides to give it a rest and stops digging into the armpits, though he keeps his fingers on them. Ryan needs all his self-control to stop laughing and keep his lips from trembling at the agonizingly exquisite sensation of those fingers laying there, ready to tickle again at any moment.
– Leave me alone, you have no right – Ryan mutters out of breath.
– Its time some precautions are taken -the Sheik says pointing at Ryans pennies, who shows a flamboyant hard-on. Conscious of that involuntary display, Ryan goes even redder, and closes his eyelids hard trying to escape of all the shame and vulnerability that is overwhelming him.
At an order from the Sheik, one of his servants takes Ryans cock with one hand while he proceeds to place a kind of lid device at the top of it. It has some kind of suction pad that makes it adhere to Ryans foreskin, sealing it hermetically.
– Im afraid the privilege of ejaculation is reserved to me only here -the Sheik explains with a broad grin at Ryans incredulousness and agitation- That pad can only be removed from your skin with a special tool my servants will apply to you when you need to evacuate other kind of juices. Do not hesitate to ask them when your bladder urges you, but I warn you that youll be under watch so that only those other juices come out, while the fluids of pleasure remain inside as a tribute to your master.
Ryan quivers feverishly in his binds, trying to shake that suction pad off his cock, but it certainly is stuck to it. And while he begins to fully understand the terrible nature of his fate, a servant arrives carrying a pillow which he ceremoniously offers to the Sheik with a bow. There is a long pointed feather on top of the pillow.
– NO!! -screams Ryan on foreseeing the Sheiks intention. Theres nothing Ryan has ever fought more vehemently than these bounds that keep him powerless at the mercy of this heartless old man who takes the feather at turns his back on him to devote all his attention to his feet.
– Wait !! -yelps Ryan in his distress- Listen.! If you let me go just now I wont taaakeAAAaaHH !! BwahahaHhAHAHAHAAHA !!
And he just explodes into gales of laughter cause the Sheik is frisking with the feather on the smooth soles of his bare feet, moving it to and fro as if he were dusting those poor feet. Ryans pleads for mercy cant be uttered through the hysterical hilarity that takes over him, and he just shakes his head, closing his eyes forcefully while he thrashes about and laughs and laughs
– Oh, my dear -the Sheik exclaims in raptures- You dont know how much I yearned to hear that sound echo into these chambers
Ryan is lost in uproarious cackles while that quill goes over his soles up and down, down and up, right and left, left and right, constantly changing direction so that its devastating ministrations take him completely unaware. You should see those toes flexing and quivering like worms, those soles creasing and dancing spasmodically while Ryan takes another lungful of air to expel it as an unwilling frenzied guffaw.
– PleasepleeeheheHEHEhEHheEHEHEHEHEHEHE !! – he pleads in desperation.
Oblivious to Ryans begging, the Sheik goes on caressing the soles with the quill, lingering there where he gets the most frantic reaction. And when he can no longer resist the urge to touch, he drops the feather and continues the torture with his own fingers, stroking the soles and scratching them with his well-filed nails. Ryans bucking becomes wild in tune with his laughter, and he really loses the notion of time while he is tickled in this relentless way. Its probably no longer than five minutes, but his deranged cackles, hoots and jerks seem to last an eternity. And when the Sheik finally stops, Ryans body is trembling and sweating profusely. There are pools of sweat on his armpits, where the Sheik aims his fingers next while poor Ryan is still laboriously trying to catch his breath.
– NOOOoOoHOHOOOHOOOHHEEOEEEHEHEHE !!! – explodes Ryan when the Sheik digs into his armpits again.
Ryan goes totally berserk at the Sheiks attack on his pits. If he could plead for his sanity amidst those agonic gales of laughter he lets off, he would offer the Sheik anything, just anything, so that he stopped what he is doing to him. But there is nothing the Sheik desires more, nothing he can be offered, that pleases him the most than just what he is doing right now: tickling Ryan Phillippe to death, driving him totally bonkers with his fingers, stroking and pressing those weak points of Ryans anatomy that make him leap, squirm and laugh as if he were possessed.
He goes on tickling non-stop for quite a while and then, very reluctantly, he grants his new prisoner a rest before what is in store for him.
A totally exhausted Ryan is freed from his bounds only to be restrained by others, chains around his wrists and ankles while the servants force him to stand up and follow them, shackled as if he were a gorilla. They are aware of his command in martial arts and will not give him a chance to show it. Ryan is dizzy, weak and out of breath, and cant but follow them to the chamber they have allocated to him, the room where they intend him to spend the rest of his life. It is a luxurious chamber equipped with all kinds of commodities, including gym devices. The servant who shows it all to him advices him to use those weights and exercise bikes to keep fit, since once the Sheik stops fancying one of his men, that man is turned into one of the many eunuchs that assist him. So losing ones good looks means be rendered sexless by the removing of his sexual organs and being condemned to a life of servitude. The servant grins at Ryans distressed reaction when he tells him all that.
– I dont know why you care so much – says the servant- Youll never be allowed to cum again, dont you know?
Ryans heart sinks even deeper at those words, feeling anguish adhered to his spirit like that suction pad stuck to his engorged cock.
They just remove the pad for a minute so that he can pee under their surveillance and then it is immediately placed again. Then they fix his chains to some rings on the wall, leaving them loose so that he can eat the good meal they serve him. Despite of this wretched situation, Ryan eats it all in the hope to recover strength and think of a way out. The meal and the recent tickle session leave him drowsy, and he dozes uneasily until some steps make him alert again: they are coming back for him. He wakes up with a start and tries to fight, but the chains prevent him from punching or kicking them, so Ryan can only squirm helplessly while they grab him strongly and force him to drink something. Whatever it is, he knows it wont be good for him, so he writhes and shakes his head, refusing to swallow. But the servants force it through his lips and press his nostrils and mouth, preventing him from taking new breath until the liquid goes down his throat, and so they do sip after sip until hes drunk it all.
Soon Ryan feels weakness spreading through his body, his muscles seem numb and he can hardly raise his limbs. The liquid has taken all strength from him. Just raising an arm costs him a great deal of effort. And powerless as he is, the servants unchain him to take him through the air to the Sheiks bedchamber, on whose bed hes laid totally nude and vulnerable.
The Sheik doesnt take long to come. He is grinning eagerly while he watches rendered Ryan with a mixture of tenderness and lust. He undresses methodically while Ryan forces his own body to react, to fight, to escape… unsuccessfully. He is as helpless as a baby on that bed at the total mercy of the Sheik, who once undressed gets into bed beside him. Ryan whines in pure despair and tries to avoid the Sheiks embrace, but in no time at all the old man is on top of him, hugging him as his most cherished possession.
– N-no – pleads Ryan- Please, pleammmffffffff
His plea comes out muffled cause the Sheik has just covered Ryans lips with one hand. The Sheik just loves his prisoners begging, but also the frustration that gagging causes on them. Its the same with laugher: his ears shiver with pleasure to the sound of it, but if it comes muffled it is even more rewarding, since the victim cant even express his denial. Overwhelmed by helplessness and humiliation, a tear rolls down Ryans cheek. The Sheik leans down to lick it greedily and kisses Ryans eyes.
– What worries my baby Ryan? – ask the Sheik before tickling Ryans tummy with his fingertips.
Ryan chuckles and lets off a muffled Mmmppphhhhh!! sound against the Sheiks palm. The Sheiks fingertips go on stroking Ryans twitchy belly, and when the Sheiks hand lets go of Ryans mouth, laughter comes out unrestrained. The Sheik starts to seriously attack, prod at Ryans belly and Ryan is unable to defend himself. He tries to protect his tummy with his hands, but the Sheik just moves them aside with no effort at all and goes on tickling enthusiastically.
A feeling of total despair takes over Ryan when the Sheik grabs his left arm and raises it to expose his armpit and assail it with his merciless fingertips. The Sheik has no difficulty at all in keeping the arm raised, tickling on the pit like an ominous spider and keeping at bay Ryans right arm, which tries desperately to defend the pit. The Sheik tickles and tickles, Ryan laughs and laughs, while ardour impels the Sheik and hysteria takes hold of Ryan. Just to enjoy Ryans muffled laughter, the Sheiks kisses him passionately on the mouth while the tickling goes on, and the intense feeling of control over that celebrity the Sheik experience is indescribable, it goes beyond any zest for anything he owns or has ever owned.
Both cocks, the Sheiks and Ryans, are hard as rock, but only the former can do something to relieve it, so while he turns the helpless Ryan on his tummy, the Sheik takes hold of a bottle of aromatic oil that is beside the bed and rubs a stream of its content on his rigid member, leaving it well lubricated. When Ryanass and perceives sodomy about to happen, he fights to avoid it with all his strength which is none. He is totally unable to prevent that cock from slipping with ease through his asslips and sticking there til to the root. The Sheik starts to shake inside of Ryan, while he intrudes into his pits with his hands as claws, tickling him there with earnest. Ryan guffaws and weeps at the same time, lost into angst and defencelessness. His stiff cock throbs with urine and semen, but only the former one will be allowed to flow later, after the Sheiks fun is over.
With a final thrust of his hips, the Sheik reaches climax deep into Ryans ass and lets off a moan of pure relief. He feels Ryans sobs while he kisses his nape.
– Hussshhh, do not worry, my dear – he tells him- Its just the first day of the rest of your life..
THE NO END (of Ryans torment)