Chapter 191 - CHAPTER 18 - NOAH OBSESSED WITH PRETTY JOCK BOY AND THINKING OF CURT
Noah was still obsessed with the single "Pretty Jock Boy" video, watching that over and over every day since it was posted. But he also was obsessed with the many videos of "Jake" and "Evan" posted during the past nearly four weeks since the first one was posted.
To Noah, the similarities of "Pretty Jock Boy" in the videos to Curt in body build, the shape of his head and even his voice - when it could be heard - were striking. But it was impossibility for Noah to even suspect it was really Curt. He had moved away - in disgust from Noah's stalking and prying - and was probably f.u.c.k.i.n.g his brains out with every lucky girl and s.l.u.t in his new place with his new job hundreds of miles away. That thought depressed Noah to no end, but he had these video clips that so resembled the body and voice of "Pretty Jock Boy" that it was easy to fantasize it was Curt.
On the other hand "Jake" and "Evan" seem to resemble other straight boys that Noah d.e.s.i.r.ed or wanted - guys with that boy-next-door look who might would attract some attention for those looks, but not turn every head like a guy with male model type looks. Possibly attainable in the right circ.u.mstances even for a guy like Noah, as opposed to the Alpha males with bodies and faces to match like Curt's who were intimidating and out of reach.
Yes - finally he could watch and enjoy a boy being tormented in the way he wished he could have done to Curt and a few other arrogant straight boys he encountered.
With the "Pretty Jock Boy" video Noah could watch it while sniffing Curt's old dirty sour smelling u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and socks he left behind. Yeah, it was creepy to other people he thought, but Noah never was bothered about what other people thought, since he kept this fetish to himself. At least he did until he dropped that camera on Curt's muscled stomach that awful day. But having his dirty clothes - his pungent smelling socks, the still strong male sweat scented armpit areas of his t-shirts sometimes masked by s.e.xy deodorant, his boxer shorts and boxer b.r.i.e.f.s u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and thoroughly inspecting it for stains and in the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r pouch many stray curly brown colored pubic hairs of his idol was extremely exciting to Noah that increased his l.u.s.t for Curt. And besides, Noah knew that everyone had their own secret kinks and fetishes.
Yeah, he would have preferred his dream fantasy coming true of actually nuzzling his nose into Curt's thatch of sweaty curly brown pubic hair and balls, and tonguing his sweaty steel hard straight d.i.c.k while he struggled tied up tight, blindfolded and stretched on a table. And now that he knew Curt was uncut, that dream fantasy also had Noah sniffing and pulling back Curt's wrinkled straight boy foreskin exposing the fleshy knob wet and drooling with his pre-c.u.m that only females were privy to. But Noah knew, no matter how powerful and overwhelming that dream fantasy was to him, it was a dream that simply was never going to happen even if Curt hadn't moved out of the area.
He could go through the thousands of pictures and video clips that he still had that showed the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r waist bands or t-shirts and socks that were now in his possession. That made the connection - the odor of his idol - even more intense.
He inhaled the still strong pure straight boy scents of Curt's d.i.c.k and balls and b.u.t.t in his dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and the smells of his sweaty feet from his dirty socks while he watched the two posted video clips of Pretty Jock Boy and the many videos of "Jake" and "Evan".
He re-listened to the audio recordings he had made of Curt f.u.c.k.i.n.g those girls and then imagined him as Pretty Jock Boy or even Jake who made similar sounding grunts and noise when having his body played with or being forced to c.u.m.
Noah loved the videos because Pretty Jock Boy, Jake and Evan - he assumed he was a willing participant - was enduring unending edging, milking, polishing of their knobs, endless electro and other torments on their d.i.c.ks and balls, endless tickle torture - without any apparent safe words. Maybe there was some signal of his fingers or something - but it sure seemed to Noah that the boy was tormented without any safe words to stop it.
God, Noah thought, I wish I could be there - wherever they were - to do that to those boys as the next best thing to actually doing that to his idol Curt. Noah posted comments wishing that he could be there to do that in the comment areas for each of the videos. He never got a response.
In every one of the videos of Jake and Evan posted, Noah could detect the increasing misery coming through, even when their mouths mouth was gagged and there was only muffled yelling, cursing and struggling. Evan especially seemed enraged and yet sounded more tormented. The desperate pleas of Jake and Evan didn't sound like Curt - but it was that boyish reedy straight street boy sound that Noah loved. Just the thought always made Noah's d.i.c.k flex even harder. He knew it was impossible - but just to know that there was a boy - that seemed to resemble Curt - and increasingly sounded more and more like him - made Noah now obsessed with Pretty Jock Boy's one video.
There were videos of the Jake and Evan in every type of torment it seemed - 10 of those were just nearly hour long edited edging videos - not torture - but keeping them on the edge of shooting - stroking and kneading and s.u.c.k.i.n.g his d.i.c.k and knob to the point and almost over - the brink of shooting his load. Hours - and never allowed to c.u.m - leaving him frustrated, angry and in rage.
Noah loved that especially. He loved hearing Jake and Evan's m.o.a.ning, gasping, seeing their pelvis' thrust out involuntarily - and seeing and hearing them whimper like little boys each time they were denied a release to shoot their loads after being edged through various means including Venus pump, electro and by hand - and then the ultimate c.o.c.k torture of endless stroking, rubbing and polishing of his knob. Only after enduring that endless edging were they finally allowed to shoot their loads. The post o.r.g.a.s.m torments done to both boys was so intense, prolonged and unrelenting it was sometimes even hard for Noah to watch and not flinch.
There were 6 other videos of more than 1 to 2 hours each showing the two boys (separately) enduring unbelievable tickle torture of their entire body, or just their feet, or armpits and sides and stomach. The screams and shrieks and begging were priceless. No safe word, no friendly gesture that they would stop, or interviews of either boy before and after the shoot.
The videos from the site became a fix Noah had to have each day - especially with Curt gone. Rushing home from work now - as he did when Curt lived downstairs below - Noah would instead come home to get to his computer in his spare room to check on the latest new postings on that extreme gay bdsm video clip site. His heart was beating rapidly - as it always did when he checked for new videos of Pretty Jock Boy - but there were none. Only that single video, still the one that obsessed him the most. But his eyes widened with glee seeing that there were not one but two new videos of Evan - and a new boy named "Zak" both an incredible 90 minutes long!!!
The first new video description that Noah read was "Zak", a handsome muscled slightly hairy young man, tied spread eagle and tormented for three agonizing hours by according to the video description, by the world's foremost edger and milker - known as "The C.o.c.k Master". The video captured the highlights and the last 30 minutes of the ordeal. The second new video, Noah read, featured Evan, tied tightly on a bed, face up, legs tied back, and f.u.c.k.e.d repeatedly by a group of hooded hulking men.
He was beside himself - and was at first too excited to decide which video to watch first. He calmed down and decided to watch the two videos in order they were posted. The video featuring Evan getting f.u.c.k.e.d - that would be hot. He decided to watch the "Zak" video first because he was a new boy.
The video description mentioned the straight athlete would be subjected to intense edging and electro torture by "The C.o.c.k Master". Noah heard several times the distinct shriek and wailing of the tormented youth "oooh god god stop oh god!!!"
He couldn't believe how intense and extreme the video clip. His body looked fresh, young, and muscled. He fought back and struggled wildly - though like the other boys, it was a hopeless.
"DON'T F.U.C.KIN TOUCH ME!!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME FAGGOT!!!! SHIT!!! NOOOOO WAAAAY F.U.C.K!!!!" the young handsome muscled boy yelled, his body buckling like a trapped animal. But it was futile - like it was for all the previous boys Noah had watched on the previous videos. But the struggling and yelling simply seemed to heighten the l.u.s.t of his tormentors - and for Noah watching it.
The screams and shrieks and begging by Zak were priceless. The edging and c.o.c.k polishing of this straight boy went on and on and on as he tried to withstand it - but that defiance was broken in seconds as the "C.o.c.k Master" and others used their hands and fingers, Hitachi wand and attachments and other tools to break the boy down. The 26 year old twisted his body in a futile attempt to break away. Never before had this youth - or any of their captives - experienced c.o.c.k polishing, edging or the post o.r.g.a.s.m torment inflicted on him.
Noah watched the video with growing excitement as he saw the masterful hands glided from the base of Zak's quivering hard manhood as the boy squirmed and struggled, and then m.o.a.n.e.d in the pleasuring. But the m.o.a.ns of unwanted pleasuring turned to silence as the hands continued up the top of the shaft to the ridge of his knob, cruelly gliding over that setting off electric sensations and even more as the palm like a serpent rubbed over the c.o.c.khead and down the other side. The boy was trying not to react in a vain effort to ward off the hand and praying it wouldn't proceed. In this video clip, the palm of the hand always did, cruelly rubbing the shaft and gliding and polishing Zak's c.o.c.khead causing electric unbearable sensations that he was not able to withstand. The boy exploded into shrieks and wild struggling to break free, causing his hard d.i.c.k to wave back and forth as his tormentor merely had someone hold the base as he continued with the torturous palming over and over and over. The squealing and shrieks grew more loudly as the man did not let up. A caption on the screen below noted that "never in his young life ever had Zak's straight boy c.o.c.k been subjected to c.o.c.k polishing - something he had no experience with, nor any other c.o.c.k abuse. He never experienced before prolonged attention of his f.u.c.k meat. Until now. The c.o.c.k polishing and edging continued for several more hours...."
The video with Zak was like all the other videos - with a boy restrained - and ended that way, with only the type of agonizing torments varying on the boy. What never varied was the prolonged intensity of the torments inflicted on the boy. Or how handsome and s.e.xy each boy was. Oh how Noah loved that.
Noah closed his eyes and leaned back in his swivel chair remembering Curt several weeks earlier - as he left his apartment walking to his car, bending over, exposing for a second his tanned back skin and the waist band of his boxer b.r.i.e.f.s, putting his backpack and bag in his back seat and driving off. It was the last time Noah saw him. He missed him terribly after that and sat in his apartment after work broken hearted and lost.
Seeing the videos always made Noah think vividly about Curt, rekindling a small part of his never-ending obsession for that boy. He worshipped everything about Curt - his smile, his arrogance, his Alpha Male dominance over girls and guys, his beautiful body and scent.
He got up from his swivel chair and went to the c.h.e.s.t of drawers, pulling open the bottom one, and taking out a large sealed plastic bag. He went back to his computer, sitting down and placing the bag on his l.a.p, opening it, and gingerly took out one of the five pieces of clothing. It was all dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r that once belonged to Curt that was in his clothes hamper among the many personal items and possessions he left behind in his apartment when he drove away to his new job and never returned. It almost had a narcotic effect on Noah fueling further his addiction to Curt.
Noah examined the pungent dirty grey boxer b.r.i.e.f.s that Curt had worn either the day before he left or at least sometime during that same week. It still retained the fresh musky scent of his balls and d.i.c.k - and the strong intense odors of the seat that touched where his asshole was. He never tired of sniffing Curt's dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and clothes. It smelled like Curt to Noah - the fresh sweat smell of a s.e.xy stud.
Thinking about the Pretty Jock Boy video - and the Jake, Evan and now Zak videos - he remembered how much he still missed Curt, as he sniffed Curt's dirty grey boxer b.r.i.e.f.s holding it close to his nose and inhaling deeply the intimate pungent scents of the boy.
He wondered where Curt was and who he was f.u.c.k.i.n.g now. Ah, Noah, thought, I still wouldn't mind just hearing him f.u.c.k some girl again. That would be enough. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.
Suddenly there was a noise behind him.
Startled, but too late to react, a damp cloth and hand firmly swiftly covered Noah's nose and mouth. He was out in seconds.
TO BE CONTINUED (VERY SOON!)....
To Noah, the similarities of "Pretty Jock Boy" in the videos to Curt in body build, the shape of his head and even his voice - when it could be heard - were striking. But it was impossibility for Noah to even suspect it was really Curt. He had moved away - in disgust from Noah's stalking and prying - and was probably f.u.c.k.i.n.g his brains out with every lucky girl and s.l.u.t in his new place with his new job hundreds of miles away. That thought depressed Noah to no end, but he had these video clips that so resembled the body and voice of "Pretty Jock Boy" that it was easy to fantasize it was Curt.
On the other hand "Jake" and "Evan" seem to resemble other straight boys that Noah d.e.s.i.r.ed or wanted - guys with that boy-next-door look who might would attract some attention for those looks, but not turn every head like a guy with male model type looks. Possibly attainable in the right circ.u.mstances even for a guy like Noah, as opposed to the Alpha males with bodies and faces to match like Curt's who were intimidating and out of reach.
Yes - finally he could watch and enjoy a boy being tormented in the way he wished he could have done to Curt and a few other arrogant straight boys he encountered.
With the "Pretty Jock Boy" video Noah could watch it while sniffing Curt's old dirty sour smelling u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and socks he left behind. Yeah, it was creepy to other people he thought, but Noah never was bothered about what other people thought, since he kept this fetish to himself. At least he did until he dropped that camera on Curt's muscled stomach that awful day. But having his dirty clothes - his pungent smelling socks, the still strong male sweat scented armpit areas of his t-shirts sometimes masked by s.e.xy deodorant, his boxer shorts and boxer b.r.i.e.f.s u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and thoroughly inspecting it for stains and in the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r pouch many stray curly brown colored pubic hairs of his idol was extremely exciting to Noah that increased his l.u.s.t for Curt. And besides, Noah knew that everyone had their own secret kinks and fetishes.
Yeah, he would have preferred his dream fantasy coming true of actually nuzzling his nose into Curt's thatch of sweaty curly brown pubic hair and balls, and tonguing his sweaty steel hard straight d.i.c.k while he struggled tied up tight, blindfolded and stretched on a table. And now that he knew Curt was uncut, that dream fantasy also had Noah sniffing and pulling back Curt's wrinkled straight boy foreskin exposing the fleshy knob wet and drooling with his pre-c.u.m that only females were privy to. But Noah knew, no matter how powerful and overwhelming that dream fantasy was to him, it was a dream that simply was never going to happen even if Curt hadn't moved out of the area.
He could go through the thousands of pictures and video clips that he still had that showed the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r waist bands or t-shirts and socks that were now in his possession. That made the connection - the odor of his idol - even more intense.
He inhaled the still strong pure straight boy scents of Curt's d.i.c.k and balls and b.u.t.t in his dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and the smells of his sweaty feet from his dirty socks while he watched the two posted video clips of Pretty Jock Boy and the many videos of "Jake" and "Evan".
He re-listened to the audio recordings he had made of Curt f.u.c.k.i.n.g those girls and then imagined him as Pretty Jock Boy or even Jake who made similar sounding grunts and noise when having his body played with or being forced to c.u.m.
Noah loved the videos because Pretty Jock Boy, Jake and Evan - he assumed he was a willing participant - was enduring unending edging, milking, polishing of their knobs, endless electro and other torments on their d.i.c.ks and balls, endless tickle torture - without any apparent safe words. Maybe there was some signal of his fingers or something - but it sure seemed to Noah that the boy was tormented without any safe words to stop it.
God, Noah thought, I wish I could be there - wherever they were - to do that to those boys as the next best thing to actually doing that to his idol Curt. Noah posted comments wishing that he could be there to do that in the comment areas for each of the videos. He never got a response.
In every one of the videos of Jake and Evan posted, Noah could detect the increasing misery coming through, even when their mouths mouth was gagged and there was only muffled yelling, cursing and struggling. Evan especially seemed enraged and yet sounded more tormented. The desperate pleas of Jake and Evan didn't sound like Curt - but it was that boyish reedy straight street boy sound that Noah loved. Just the thought always made Noah's d.i.c.k flex even harder. He knew it was impossible - but just to know that there was a boy - that seemed to resemble Curt - and increasingly sounded more and more like him - made Noah now obsessed with Pretty Jock Boy's one video.
There were videos of the Jake and Evan in every type of torment it seemed - 10 of those were just nearly hour long edited edging videos - not torture - but keeping them on the edge of shooting - stroking and kneading and s.u.c.k.i.n.g his d.i.c.k and knob to the point and almost over - the brink of shooting his load. Hours - and never allowed to c.u.m - leaving him frustrated, angry and in rage.
Noah loved that especially. He loved hearing Jake and Evan's m.o.a.ning, gasping, seeing their pelvis' thrust out involuntarily - and seeing and hearing them whimper like little boys each time they were denied a release to shoot their loads after being edged through various means including Venus pump, electro and by hand - and then the ultimate c.o.c.k torture of endless stroking, rubbing and polishing of his knob. Only after enduring that endless edging were they finally allowed to shoot their loads. The post o.r.g.a.s.m torments done to both boys was so intense, prolonged and unrelenting it was sometimes even hard for Noah to watch and not flinch.
There were 6 other videos of more than 1 to 2 hours each showing the two boys (separately) enduring unbelievable tickle torture of their entire body, or just their feet, or armpits and sides and stomach. The screams and shrieks and begging were priceless. No safe word, no friendly gesture that they would stop, or interviews of either boy before and after the shoot.
The videos from the site became a fix Noah had to have each day - especially with Curt gone. Rushing home from work now - as he did when Curt lived downstairs below - Noah would instead come home to get to his computer in his spare room to check on the latest new postings on that extreme gay bdsm video clip site. His heart was beating rapidly - as it always did when he checked for new videos of Pretty Jock Boy - but there were none. Only that single video, still the one that obsessed him the most. But his eyes widened with glee seeing that there were not one but two new videos of Evan - and a new boy named "Zak" both an incredible 90 minutes long!!!
The first new video description that Noah read was "Zak", a handsome muscled slightly hairy young man, tied spread eagle and tormented for three agonizing hours by according to the video description, by the world's foremost edger and milker - known as "The C.o.c.k Master". The video captured the highlights and the last 30 minutes of the ordeal. The second new video, Noah read, featured Evan, tied tightly on a bed, face up, legs tied back, and f.u.c.k.e.d repeatedly by a group of hooded hulking men.
He was beside himself - and was at first too excited to decide which video to watch first. He calmed down and decided to watch the two videos in order they were posted. The video featuring Evan getting f.u.c.k.e.d - that would be hot. He decided to watch the "Zak" video first because he was a new boy.
The video description mentioned the straight athlete would be subjected to intense edging and electro torture by "The C.o.c.k Master". Noah heard several times the distinct shriek and wailing of the tormented youth "oooh god god stop oh god!!!"
He couldn't believe how intense and extreme the video clip. His body looked fresh, young, and muscled. He fought back and struggled wildly - though like the other boys, it was a hopeless.
"DON'T F.U.C.KIN TOUCH ME!!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME FAGGOT!!!! SHIT!!! NOOOOO WAAAAY F.U.C.K!!!!" the young handsome muscled boy yelled, his body buckling like a trapped animal. But it was futile - like it was for all the previous boys Noah had watched on the previous videos. But the struggling and yelling simply seemed to heighten the l.u.s.t of his tormentors - and for Noah watching it.
The screams and shrieks and begging by Zak were priceless. The edging and c.o.c.k polishing of this straight boy went on and on and on as he tried to withstand it - but that defiance was broken in seconds as the "C.o.c.k Master" and others used their hands and fingers, Hitachi wand and attachments and other tools to break the boy down. The 26 year old twisted his body in a futile attempt to break away. Never before had this youth - or any of their captives - experienced c.o.c.k polishing, edging or the post o.r.g.a.s.m torment inflicted on him.
Noah watched the video with growing excitement as he saw the masterful hands glided from the base of Zak's quivering hard manhood as the boy squirmed and struggled, and then m.o.a.n.e.d in the pleasuring. But the m.o.a.ns of unwanted pleasuring turned to silence as the hands continued up the top of the shaft to the ridge of his knob, cruelly gliding over that setting off electric sensations and even more as the palm like a serpent rubbed over the c.o.c.khead and down the other side. The boy was trying not to react in a vain effort to ward off the hand and praying it wouldn't proceed. In this video clip, the palm of the hand always did, cruelly rubbing the shaft and gliding and polishing Zak's c.o.c.khead causing electric unbearable sensations that he was not able to withstand. The boy exploded into shrieks and wild struggling to break free, causing his hard d.i.c.k to wave back and forth as his tormentor merely had someone hold the base as he continued with the torturous palming over and over and over. The squealing and shrieks grew more loudly as the man did not let up. A caption on the screen below noted that "never in his young life ever had Zak's straight boy c.o.c.k been subjected to c.o.c.k polishing - something he had no experience with, nor any other c.o.c.k abuse. He never experienced before prolonged attention of his f.u.c.k meat. Until now. The c.o.c.k polishing and edging continued for several more hours...."
The video with Zak was like all the other videos - with a boy restrained - and ended that way, with only the type of agonizing torments varying on the boy. What never varied was the prolonged intensity of the torments inflicted on the boy. Or how handsome and s.e.xy each boy was. Oh how Noah loved that.
Noah closed his eyes and leaned back in his swivel chair remembering Curt several weeks earlier - as he left his apartment walking to his car, bending over, exposing for a second his tanned back skin and the waist band of his boxer b.r.i.e.f.s, putting his backpack and bag in his back seat and driving off. It was the last time Noah saw him. He missed him terribly after that and sat in his apartment after work broken hearted and lost.
Seeing the videos always made Noah think vividly about Curt, rekindling a small part of his never-ending obsession for that boy. He worshipped everything about Curt - his smile, his arrogance, his Alpha Male dominance over girls and guys, his beautiful body and scent.
He got up from his swivel chair and went to the c.h.e.s.t of drawers, pulling open the bottom one, and taking out a large sealed plastic bag. He went back to his computer, sitting down and placing the bag on his l.a.p, opening it, and gingerly took out one of the five pieces of clothing. It was all dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r that once belonged to Curt that was in his clothes hamper among the many personal items and possessions he left behind in his apartment when he drove away to his new job and never returned. It almost had a narcotic effect on Noah fueling further his addiction to Curt.
Noah examined the pungent dirty grey boxer b.r.i.e.f.s that Curt had worn either the day before he left or at least sometime during that same week. It still retained the fresh musky scent of his balls and d.i.c.k - and the strong intense odors of the seat that touched where his asshole was. He never tired of sniffing Curt's dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and clothes. It smelled like Curt to Noah - the fresh sweat smell of a s.e.xy stud.
Thinking about the Pretty Jock Boy video - and the Jake, Evan and now Zak videos - he remembered how much he still missed Curt, as he sniffed Curt's dirty grey boxer b.r.i.e.f.s holding it close to his nose and inhaling deeply the intimate pungent scents of the boy.
He wondered where Curt was and who he was f.u.c.k.i.n.g now. Ah, Noah, thought, I still wouldn't mind just hearing him f.u.c.k some girl again. That would be enough. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.
Suddenly there was a noise behind him.
Startled, but too late to react, a damp cloth and hand firmly swiftly covered Noah's nose and mouth. He was out in seconds.
TO BE CONTINUED (VERY SOON!)....
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