Low rider [Forced, feet, tickling, blackmail]

[Naked&Afraid]

The bar was almost deserted when Amy came stumbling inside, sniffling and shaking. The two ladies working the bar quickly brought her to a stool as she sat down and began sobbing quietly, boy troubles no doubt. She recounted how her newest one, the bad boy drifter that had been staying in the quiet town for a few weeks seduced her into a public bathroom only to steal her clothes and rush off, forcing Amy to streak all the way home. Luckily it was at night and it was unlikely anyone saw her, but it was humiliating! As she sobbed in their arms the two bartenders glanced at one another knowingly.

The next night Amy was called back, and she stared at the small crowd of women surrounding the pool table curiously. Making her way through the crowd the young woman gasped. There was her handsome ex, struggling and swearing through a gag, his hands and wrists tied to the table. He was left in his white underwear and socks, and many of the women there enjoyed seeing his rippling physique as he struggled. "We had to gag the little shit, wouldn't stop screaming~" Jovie, the first bartender chuckled, patting his cheek. "Jo was generous enough to provide us with one". Jo, a local farmer, raised one of her feet to show it was missing a sock. Jovie was a lesbian and had little interest in the bad boy, but still enjoyed making a boy squirm, and the other tender, Leane, was bi, so she did like seeing that big bulge shake with his struggles. "We figured it was only right if you got to say what we do with him." The man's eyes lit up, only to darken as Jovie held up a phone.

"Oh, before you make your decision, biker boy here was about to send your pcitures to all his buddies~" She crossed her arms smugly as Amy stepped closer to his head. "Bryson. Is this true?" She stared, stone faced as he squirmed and grunted. "It's okay. You're just a boy. Boys can't think when they're horny can they..." She stroked his cheek, relaxing him before she spoke once more. "Lock the doors."

To be continued....

[Naked&Afraid]

Low Rider chapter 2

The half a dozen girls chuckled, watching as he kicked and thrashed, only freezing when Jovie held a small blade to his thigh. "Oh shut it you little squealer! Or I'll give you something to squeal about" Bryson let our a soft whimper, looking to Amy but only seeing her raise a brow, showing she wasn't coming to his rescue at all. He breathed heavily through his nose as he relaxed, watching with concern as a few ladies giggled and whispered to one another. Leanne leaned over him, licking her lips. "Alright pretty boy, we all wanna see those muscles with a little more...detail..." He was untied, but before he could even think about escape he saw Jovie point the shotgun behind the bar at him. He held his hands in the air, glaring as one woman reached out to smack one of his cheeks. "He's a fit boy ain't he! Go on show us~" For the next hour he was forced to participate in humiliating exercises, running on the spot, sit ups where his face was forced into a foot, push ups with a candle beneath his crotch, and pull ups where his underwear was slowly tugged downwards until it finally fell to the floor, the ladies cackling as Jo reached out to squeeze his hanging cock. "No wonder you liked him so much Amy~ He's as hung as a horse!" Amy blushed as each of the ladies fondled him, giving his nuts a hard squeeze of he dipped down below his neck, held in a pull up position. Just before his arms gave way he was allowed down, the biker boy falling into the floor on his bare ass, huffing and sweating.

By this point his face was red and he furious, and he stepped forward only to be forced back against the table, the barrel of the gun against his chest. Much to his fury he was tied down on his stomach, his genitals pressing into the felt uncomfortably before he felt a pool cue smack down against his cheeks, forcing a yelp. Surprisingly, Amy was the one behind it, and she gave his ass a few more whacks. "He's got a fat ass for a boy don't he~" She smirked, Bryson's face burning as several of the town ladies squeezed and prodded them, some even taking a few selfies before they lined up and continued whacking his ass until they were red and sore. Bryson whimpered as he felt his hard cock being handled by Jovie. "Oh? Tough boy likes being spanked does he? Didn't get enough of it as a brat?~" She laughed at his embarrassment.

Once more he was untied from the table and forced at gunpoint to stand with his hands above his head. Using a rope he was held a few inches from the floor and began yelling and kicking as two candles were placed before his feet. If he continued to kick the cue spanking started up once more. This continued for fifteen minutes and he thought his feet were about to catch alright soon. He gave a relieved sigh as they were finally removed. "A-Agmhmy...pwheagse..." He gave his best puppy eyes, biting his lip when Jo's spare sock was tied around his eyes. "Uh uh, can't have that pretty boy. You have to pay for what you did to our sweet Amy~" Leane chortled, wiggling her nails beneath his heavy balls. Every lady leaned on curiously as he let out a muffled yelp. "Ohoh...pretty boy's ticklish?~" One lady smirked, leaning in to wiggle her fingers up and down Bryson's sides, watching as he kicked and squirmed, face red. The torture only worsened when Leane, who has a penchant for boy soles, laid on her back to stroke his feet and sniff between his toes. He could do little bit thrash and whimper as he heard one girl shout to grab a camera...

[Naked&Afraid]

Low Rider chapter 3

Bryson spent the next few hours being photographed in dozens of humiliated positions, the common theme was a few nails along his ass or feet to force his mouth open embarrassingly, which has been ungagged only to allow his screams and laughter to flow freely. "I can't believe you were head over heels for such a girly boy. I bet he doesn't even know how to ride his bike~" Jovie teased, swatting his ass as Amy blushed. "Well he seemed a lot tougher before...~" One of the worst positions was tied up on the bar, one girl squatting to scratch at his helpless feet as Leane furiously stroked him off into a glass, the exact moment of orgasm captured by a smug girl. He was then tickled on his ass, sides and feet until he came over himself and passed out.

Bryson would awake on the bathroom, sat on the toilet. He groaned, the only clothes given to him were his socks and underwear. He blushed, cock rising as his thoughts drifted to the night before, begging that it was a bad dream. His phone was on the ground, and opening it he found himself on a a femdom website, his eyes wide as he saw the humiliating pictures from before plastered on it along with thousands of views. He had a message from Amy demanding he come back for some more fun if he didn't want those pictures leaked to his buddies...