The Telemachus Story Archive

Acapulco Heat
Part 3
By Catglee
Email: catglee@aol.com

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Chapter Three

Mike Savage looks down at his clothes lying on the floor.

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“Don’t worry about your clothes, Mr Savage, they will be replaced and returned to you when you are released. Although I don’t know why you should care about getting them back. You may represent a fashion enterprise, but that is the ugliest outfit I have ever seen,” remarks Suarez.

“So now you are not only a drug dealer but also a fashion critic? We don’t design outfits for prisoners,” Mike fires back.

“You won’t be so contentious once my boys here finish with you. Before I leave you to them, let me ask you: are you Str8 or Gay?”

“What? Now this isn’t just a kidnapping but also a personal interview? That’s none of your fucking business.”

“I just want to find out whether or not you will really enjoy your time with my boys. No matter. Now I will leave you in their expert care. I hope you will appreciate the time they

spend with you because they are very good at what they do,” Suarez chuckles.

“Oh and by the way I am allowing you the privilege of sampling one of my new recreational drugs, it isn’t available in pill form yet, so I will have to inject it. You’re not afraid of needles, are you?”

“I don’t do drugs, you scum!” Mike spits out.

“Be that as it may, you’re going to like this one. It keeps you especially tranquil and at the same time it targets erectile tissue and makes it extremely sensitive. In other words, your nipples, your cock and anal pucker will be affected and extremely responsive. As a bonus, I am giving you a double dose.”

Suarez takes a syringe out of one of the cabinets, loads it up with a blue fluid, and approaches the underwear-clad Mike Savage.

Sticking the needle in his left muscular upper arm, he injects the full dose into the struggling captive.

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Then he walks out of the room with his henchmen, laughing loudly.

(Fade to a closeup of Mike’s face, blinking his eyes and looking warily from right to left. Time for a commercial break.)

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As soon as the door is closed, the three masked men surround the rope-wrapped and struggling man, moving toward him in an ever-tightening circle.

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Impudent hands feel Mike up all over his semi-clad body. He emits protests and tries to squirm away from their unwanted caresses.

(You know and hope for what is coming next.)

Rudely his white T-shirt is ripped open to unveil his furry muscular chest.

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Mike Savage has the perfectly patterned hairy torso. Lush growth covers his bulging pectorals with two pert pink nipples poking through the foliage. They are large and conical, coming to almost sharp points at the tips. They just invite attention and now that the drug is taking effect they are hard and engorged. You can almost see the nerve endings bristling with activity.

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Just beneath the curve of the hairy pecs in the hollow of his middle chest, the thick growth of fur comes to a point and cascades down his six-pack muscled abdomen in a thick but narrow line to pause at a deep-seated navel. Then it spills out over a firm lower belly and runs into his underpants, hidden from view.

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One man hunkers down to a squatting position and rudely squeezes Mike’s cloth-covered crotch while the other two start to work on the sensitive nipples.

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The sternly roped captive groans in protest but to no avail. Full lips and wet tongues suck, lick, nibble and bite the erect nubs mercilessly; sometimes gently, other times not so gently. Hands replace mouths to pluck, pinch, pull and squeeze the spit-covered tits. The roped hairy god stands there at their mercy and with face screwed up and eyes shut, moaning half in protest and now half pleasure.

The man still squeezing and kneading Mike’s crotch can feel the cock thicken and lengthen while the large testicles pull up and tighten in the heavy scrotum. The outline showing beneath the white cotton briefs is promising. There must be at least eight inches of cock hidden beneath the covering cloth.

To the audible sounds of sucking and slurping above his head, the crotch man slowly pulls down the briefs to uncover the hidden treasure of Mike Savage’s genitals.

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A thick growth of dark brown pubic hair encircles the liberated penis. Although not fully erect yet, the shaft is long, thick and crowned with a short foreskin. It covers the mushroom-shaped head but not completely.

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The crotch man slides the skin back, like peeling a banana to reveal the full glory of Mike Savage’s helmet-headed prick. It is an angry pink and glistens in the light. The back of the flange is larger than average with a substantial overhang that can be flapped up and down easily.

The testicles in the smooth scrotum are hefty and heavy. Assuredly they must produce a copious amount of sperm, even more so under the influence of the injected drug as a side effect.

To Be Continued……….

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