Straight Hell - Daryl

Daryl - The Set Up.

Where better to find a proper British family man than down the supermarket? By posing as a plain clothes store detective, I can take my pick of the guys... while they pick out their groceries.

This sexy hunk, arm in arm with a pretty girl, without a care in the world, was the perfect target. I approach him in the carpark and accuse him of shoplifting, and he's instantly embarrassed - his wife is looking at him in horror. Her husband - stealing?!

To sort out this awkward situation as quickly as possible, he agrees to come with me to get the search over with... 

Daryl - 1 of 5.
Sockgagged, ordered to strip, tied, groped, flogged, fingered, nipple clamped, ball weighted and pissed on.

Poor Daryl - he's obviously so used to playing the 'nice husband' that he is obedient even in the face of an increasingly suspicious situation. After 'checking' his footwear, I take the fucker by surprise and stuff his own sweaty socks in his mouth, taping them in place before he can stop me.

To lessen his struggles, I tie Daryl's upper arms securely and then get some entertainment out of ordering him to strip naked with only a few inches of movement possible for each hand. As he gets naked, his entire demeanour changes from indignant manliness to cringing humiliation. Daryl tries desperately to hide his cock, so I pin him against the wall and enjoy a leisurely grope of his smooth, toned body - pinching his nipples, slapping his chest, and roughly yanking his dick and balls around.

When he still insists on trying to cower away from my attentions, I tie him in place and start on him with the flogger, hitting whatever trembling body part Daryl isn't currently trying to protect. His nipples, arse, thighs and genitals all feel the sting of my whip, but when I start flogging his tender feet, Daryl really suffers. As I hit each foot, he leaps into the air in pain - so I make him 'dance' like this until he's panting in exhaustion.

Bending him over, I find his crack is dripping with sweat - tempting me to slide a couple of fingers into his tight arsehole, and viciously fingerfuck him. But with Daryl wriggling like fuck and screaming through his gag, I decide he still hasn't learned how to behave, so I clamp his nipples and clip some weights onto his sensitive scrotum.

All Daryl's wailing tells me he wants those clamps off as soon as possible - but I don't intend to make it easy for him. I tie a bucket tightly around his cock and balls, hang it over the clamps and watch him suffer as he realises just how much it weighs on its own.

But when I start pissing into the bucket, it's a whole different story. Daryl flings his head back in pain as the nipple clamps almost tear off his tender nubs... and are suddenly cruelly jerked free by the weight of all my piss. So I urinate all over his cock instead, enjoying the stricken look on his face as he realises just what he's got himself into.

Daryl - 2 of 5.
Buttplugged, smacked, fed dog biscuits and subjected to some very abusive dog training...

I love having a dog... a loyal canine companion to lick my hands and fetch the paper. But instead of getting my dogs from the pet shop, I like to turn handsome straight boys into obedient human puppies instead.

The first thing a puppy needs is a tail. So I spread his tight cheeks and jam a fucking huge buttplug into his virgin hole - making him scream like a little bitch. But every little movement of his arse sets his new tail wagging - time for a nice walkie to really show it off...

But doggie Daryl doesn't want to go for a walk. I have to beat him with a rolled up newspaper, making him whimper and swear. Dogs shouldn't talk, so I order him to bark instead as I hit him and drag him around the room.

Next I grab some Bonio dog biscuits and start shoving them into Daryl's mouth. Unable to stomach the disgusting taste, he spits them all over the floor... so I use a little more brutality. Whacking him with my belt, I demand he eats each and every bone I throw onto the floor - even ordering him to eat one straight off the filthy toilet seat.

After a game of 'fetch the squeaky toy', I decide Daryl hasn't been behaving well enough, and needs to be taught a lesson in subservience. Standing over him, raining down blow after blow with my belt, I order him to roll over, leaving his tender cock and balls exposed and vulnerable to my sadistic whims.
Crushing his nuts with my foot, I tell him to stop fucking screaming and start panting and whimpering like a proper dog. Judging by the noises he is now making, I think the lesson's finally starting to sink in...

Daryl - 3 of 5.
Strung up in rope bondage and spanked, whipped, paddled and strapped...

Daryl's arse has already taken quite a beating, but his response to pain is so horny, my throbbing cock just tells me to punish him until he breaks.

I've put him in some very uncomfortable and awkward rope bondage, so he can't keep his balance, and has to stagger around or swing in the air, unable to protect his taut arse from my blows. As he starts to discover the extent of his helplessness, I give him a long, firm hand spanking, feeling his arse heating up with every hit.

The straight boy really starts screaming the place down when I bust out the first whip. Daryl's doing his best to wriggle away from the whacks, but my flexible, nasty crop can sting his arse even when he's facing me. After a few blows, his cheeks are glowing red from the abuse, and each strike with the whip makes his whole body tense up and fly into the air with pain.

By the time I begin thrashing the shit out of him with a hard wooden paddle, Daryl is bellowing for help, pleading for me to stop, even swearing at me, calling me the most obscene names a nice husband like him can muster. None of it works - the more he curses, the harder and faster I hit him. Arrogant, sexy straight men like Daryl have to be taught a lesson in manners.

As a finale, I grab the heavy prison strap and brandish it in front of Daryl's face with menace, ordering him to stand still. Then I give the sobbing lad a series of smacks he won't forget in a hurry... this boy's going to be bruised to fuck.

Daryl - 4 of 5.
Tied with one foot exposed to be tickled and caned - then shaved smooth down below...

Married man Daryl is tied securely to the bench, and no amount of struggling will free him. He's probably wondering why I've left one of his feet hanging precariously in the air, vulnerable to my sadistic whims - and he soon finds out.

First I make my helpless victim squirm, with some wicked nonstop tickling to his naked foot. Daryl tries and fails to yank himself free as he convulses in painful peals of screamed laughter. No matter where he jerks his foot, my prying, tickling fingers follow, and I scratch my nails into his soles, bringing Daryl's suffering to new, painful heights.

After Daryl has screamed himself hoarse through his gag, begging me to stop, I finally cease tickling him. But when I pick up my cane and prepare to replace the tickling with a nasty foot beating, the straight fucker desperately bucks and writhes as he attempts to avoid the inevitable agony. I rain down stroke after stroke of hard caning onto his tender soles, each one momentarily leaving a scorching white mark before fading to nothing again, as he bellows his lungs out.

However, what would pain and suffering be without a healthy dose of humiliation?

Daryl seems to think I've finished with him, but when I wave a razor in front of his face, he realises I'm only just beginning. I scrape the razor over his pubes in every direction, making Daryl wince and tremble as I roughly grasp and shave his nice brown dick. When I head down towards his nuts, however, he whimpers in fear and holds perfectly still, terrified that his balls are about to be sliced open if he moves even one inch.

As I finish, I assure Daryl that with his cock, balls and arse all nice and smooth, he's ready for a good hard fucking. After all that careful grooming I've done, his resulting scream of despair brings true satisfaction for a job well done. 

Daryl - 5 of 5.
Pinned down and sodomised, before being gagfucked, choked and covered in cum...

With his shaved smooth cock and arse already degrading him, I can't wait to well and truly destroy this married man's virginity.

With his slender frame, and crippled by bondage, Daryl can barely even raise a fight as I grab and yank him into position, ready to plunder his shaven haven. As my massive cock pushes its way past his twitching, resisting sphincter, Daryl screams and moans through the ballgag, his face contorted in fury and pain.

First, I take him hard from behind, holding him down firmly while my dick slides in and out of his incredibly tight arsehole. The little straight cunt yells and cries non-stop as I haul his body to and fro, getting him in the perfect position to ram my cock as deep as it will go, right up into his guts.

Flipping him over onto his back, I hold his legs apart by the ankles, and jam my hard dick back into his arse. Daryl's horny feet are in my face, his toes curling in agony. The degradation is written over his face for all to see as I fuck him long and hard, using him like a dirty little whore.

Soon, I'm close to climax so I yank off the ballgag and get his mouth open before he even knows what's going on. Of course, as soon as the gag's off, Daryl starts swearing at me - so I stuff my throbbing dick all the way down his throat to shut him up. As I vigorously fuck his mouth, Daryl chokes up spit all over his own face, spluttering and sobbing for breath every time I give him a second to breathe.

Soon, he's in a truly shameful state - slimy with drool and streaked with tears... but I couldn't care less, and continue to fuck his throat from behind until I've pumped out a massive load of cum onto his face.

Married or not, Daryl can never truly call himself straight again.