The Production Line

(set: $fail to 0)(set: $caught to 0)The Organisation needs a constant supply of fresh straight boys to milk dry, and as one of their newest recruits it's your job to find and capture one. If you do a satisfactory job you might even be allowed to oversee part of your captive's treatment. You've been scouting for potential 'livestock' for a few weeks and have found three excellent candidates: Your first option is Kieron, a skinny little social media twink who just turned 18. He mostly posts videos of him pranking friends and family and the occasional shirtless pic to tease the girls (and, incidentally, the gays). His girlfriend is also a social media brat. (link: "Get Kieron")[(goto: "twink")] Your second option is James, a 24 year old gymnast. He's toned, athletic and popular with the girls. He's a bit of a loner, spending most of his time at the gym, especially since he broke up with his long-term girlfriend earlier in the year. (link: "Get James")[(goto: "gymnast")] Your third option is Nate. He's 21 and a cocky fuckboy. After taking a year out after college to travel around Asia, he now spends most of his time earning a living DJ-ing at parties, while getting stoned and sleeping with every girl in sight. (link: "Get Nate")[(goto: "fuckboy")]

(set: $steroids to 0)The Organisation has paid off the owner of the gym where James regularly trains to make sure he'll be alone in the building tonight. The gym is quiet when you enter, apart from the sound of heavy breathing coming from one corner. You look over and see James puffing and panting on the benchpress. He's wearing a sweaty blue vest, black shorts, black ankle socks and white sneakers. He sits up for a moment to catch his breath. "Quiet in here tonight," you say. He hadn't even noticed you until now. "Uh, yeah." He avoids making eye-contact. "Train here often?" "Yeah, I do gymnastics, so... you know, I need to keep fit." An athletic young lad like James should be capable of defending himself against any physical assault, but he might be tired out from tonight's training. With this in mind, which method will you use to capture him? (link: "Sneak")[(set: $steroids to 1)(goto: "steroids")] [[Physical->grope]] [[Trick->agility]]

(set: $twink to 0)Using the Organisation's resources you have set up a fake talent agency and contacted Kieron to arrange a meeting to discuss the possibility of representing him in the media industry. Your 'office' is on the third floor of a largely-disused building outside town, and you've arranged to meet the kid after hours so there won't be anyone else around. You're sitting behind your desk when he knocks at the door. Kieron steps into the room, nervously biting his lip. He's tall and slender, a little awkward-looking. He's wearing an unbuttoned checkered shirt over a white t-shirt, skinny jeans, and Converse sneakers. "Hey, I'm Kieron--" "Have a seat, kid." He sits down opposite you at the desk. He's clearly nervous and excited about finding a potential agent. Poor boy. But you know what these tech-savvy kids are like today. They're usually not as naive as they look. They're all-too-aware of the potential dangers of situations like this. With this in mind, which method will you use to capture him? [[Sneak->spiked]] [[Physical->pinned]] [[Trick->photoshoot]]

(set: $drugs to 0)The Organisation is throwing a party and have hired unsuspecting Nate to provide the entertainment. He's arranged to meet you at the venue where the 'party' is scheduled to be held, to go over the details and pay him a deposit. He arrives late and swaggers in with a smug look on his face. He's wearing a grey hoodie sweater, ripped jeans sagging slightly to reveal the waistband of his CK underwear, and a battered pair of skate shoes. "You're late," you say. "Sorry, dude," he replies with a smug grin. "Got lost on the way. Funny place for a party." "Well, truth is, it's... a fetish party. We needed somewhere quiet, out-of-the-way." Having travelled alone in some dangerous places, it wouldn't surprise you if Nate was a little cautious and streetwise. With that in mind, which method will you use to capture him? (link: "Sneak")[(set: $drugs to 1)(goto: "drugs")] [[Physical->wrestle]] [[Trick->handcuffs]]

"You ever take anything, you know, to help your performance?" you ask. "What, like steroids? No way, man. My coach would kill me." You had a feeling he might be too 'goody-goody' for drugs. You pull a small bag of pills out of your pocket. "Here, just try one. I promise you'll feel better instantly. Helps release the adrenaline." He pushes your hand away. "I don't need it. But... thanks." You could keep trying to push the drugs, but it's clear he's not going to go for it. Time for a different approach. [[Physical->grope]] [[Trick->agility]]

Nate seems pretty amused by the thought of a fetish party. "Damn, sounds kinky," he says with a cheeky grin. "I've been tied up by a few kinky girls before." "Really?" You take a small bag of pills out of your pocket and wave it at him. "You ever take these before?" "You kidding?" Nate replies with a wink. "Try this," you hand him one of the pills, "I promise you've never had a high like it before." Nate hesitates for a second... but he doesn't bite. "Dude, I'd rather keep a clear head right now. We haven't even discussed money yet." Damn. Apparently, despite his casual demeanour, he's more professional than you thought. This is going to require a different approach. [[Physical->wrestle]] [[Trick->handcuffs]]

(if: $drugs is 0)[Nate seems pretty amused. "Fetish party? Sweet. I've been tied up by a few kinky girls before. It was kinda hot." "Yeah? Check these out." You take a pair of handcuffs out of your bag and toss them to him. "Wicked," he says, having a good look at them. "I dare you to try them out," you say, jokingly. "Don't worry, bro, I've got the key right here!" Nate gives you a bemused look... but then flashes you a cheeky grin. "Here, take my phone. Get a pic for my girlfriend. She'll love it!" You take his phone. "You need some help with those?" "Yeah, sure." He holds his hands out. "Nah, bro, you gotta do it behind your back," you say, laughing. "Uh... yeah, right." He puts his hands behind his back. "Brings back memories. I got arrested once in Thailand!" "You've got a girlfriend?" You slip the cuffs over his wrists and tighten them up. "Well, it's more of a 'friends-with-benefits' thing. Fuck, that pinches. Okay, cool, take a pic. She'll go wild!" [[Key? What key?->what key]]]\ (else:)[Since the drugs didn't work you decide to take a different approach, but Nate seems a little more cautious now. You mention the party again, and Nate laughs. "Check these out," you say, producing a pair of handcuffs from your bag and tossing them to him. "Wicked," he says, having a good look at them. "I dare you to try them out," you say, jokingly. "Don't worry, bro, I've got the key right here!" Nate gives you a bemused look... and shakes his head. It appears you might have raised his suspicions with that drug thing. "Nah, dude, I don't think so. Something... doesn't seem right." Uh-oh... looks like there's only one thing left to do... [[Grab him!->wrestle]]]

(if: $drugs is 0)[One second you're having a pretty normal conversation, the next you're lunging at him, knocking him off balance and wrestling him to the ground. "Shit! Fuck!" He fights back as the pair of you tussle on the floor. You reach for a cable tie in your pocket... but this guy knows how to defend himself. Guess he's been in a few brawls before. Probably had to fight his way out of some scrappy situations. "Get the fuck off me! Bastard!" With one hand in your pocket trying to retrieve the cable tie he seizes the opportunity to punch you in the face, his clenched fist smacking you square on the side of your head. You stumble sideways, giving Nate the chance to leap to his feet, panting and pumped with adrenaline. "The fuck is wrong with you, dude? Fucking creep!" And with that, he turns and flees. He's gone. [[You catch your breath->fuckboyfail]]]\ (else:)[You've made a total mess of this. Maybe it was a mistake to try and push those drugs on him. There's nothing for it but to throw yourself at him. You dive forwards and catch him at chest height, tackling him to the ground. "Shit! Fuck!" He fights back as the pair of you tussle on the floor. You reach for a cable tie in your pocket... but this guy knows how to defend himself. Guess he's been in a few brawls before. Probably had to fight his way out of some scrappy situations. "Get the fuck off me! Bastard!" With one hand in your pocket trying to retrieve the cable tie he seizes the opportunity to punch you in the face, his clenched fist smacking you square on the side of your head. You stumble sideways, giving Nate the chance to leap to his feet, panting and pumped with adrenaline. "The fuck is wrong with you, dude? Fucking creep!" And with that, he turns and flees. He's gone. [[You catch your breath->fuckboyfail]]]

(if: $steroids is 0)["Ah, cool. Hey, you mind if I... have a feel of your muscles?" you ask. "Sorry, I know that sounds pretty gay..." James laughs. "Sure, why not?" he says, flexing his arm. Never underestimate the willingness of a straight male gymnast to show off his muscles. You give his bicep a squeeze. "Impressive," you say with a whistle. "You think that's good, check this out." He lifts his vest to reveal a taut abdomen. "Go ahead, man." Despite his shyness, he obviously loves the attention. You run a hand over his stomach. He emits a little gasp and a chuckle. "What, you're ticklish?" you say, with a grin. "Fit guy like you?" "No..." he smiles, all coy. Your fingers flutter across his bare stomach. He lets out another breathless little chuckle and backs away. "Hey, man, come on... hehe... cut it out..." "Aw, c'mon, what's the matter?" you say, giggling and playfully grabbing him, tickling his sides. (link-reveal: "He creases up")[ with laughter. "No, stop...! Hehehe... cut it out! Fuck... hahahaha... stop! Get off me!" "Ticklish, boy? Huh?" He continues to back away helplessly as you tickle his sides and reach under his vest to tickle his abdomen some more. He's gasping for breath and looks like he's about to lose his balance and fall down. Suddenly he realises you're not playing around and he shoves you away forcefully. "What the hell is wrong with you? Who are you? Look, just... leave me alone." He grabs his bag from the floor and starts to leave. You lunge forwards to try and grab him once more, but his reflexes are excellent and he quickly pulls away. "Get away from me, you creep!" He turns and flees. You chase after him, but he manages to slip away from you every time you try to grab him. As he reaches the exit you leap forwards and make one last attempt to get him. He turns and his fist hits you right in the face. As you reel backwards, he takes off out of the door and within seconds he's gone. [[You recover your balance->gymfail]]] ]\ (else:)["Hey, you mind if I... have a feel of your muscles?" you ask. But given the stunt you just pulled with the steroids, James is instantly suspicious. "Uh, no, man. I don't think so." You're not confident you'd be able to take him if you pounced on him, especially since you've make him extra wary. There's still one thing you could try, but there's no guarantee it'll work now... [[Trick->agility]]]

(if: $steroids is 0)["You seem like a pretty agile guy," you say. "I mean, I guess you'd have to be. But I bet you couldn't get free if, you know, someone tied you up or something. You know, like escapology?" "Yeah, man, I know." "What do you reckon?" "I've never tried it," he says with a shrug. "I might be able to. I'm pretty flexible." "I know this probably sounds pretty gay, but trust me, I'm not some psycho. I just wondered, if I tied your wrists do you reckon you could work yourself free? Hey, if you manage it... I'll pay you £50." James laughs. "Man, you're crazy... but, yeah, I reckon I could do it. For £100." Never underestimate the willingness of a straight male gymnast to show off his agility. Especially when it's for a bet. You pull some rope out of your bag. "Shit, you randomly carry rope around with you?" "Haha, no, not always. I just happened to have it on me today and thought it'd be kind of a dumb idea to try out. Well?" [[Houdini]]]\ (else:)["Hey... you, uh... want to make some easy money?" you ask tentatively, but you can already see you've messed this up. "What the hell is wrong with you? Who are you? Look, just... leave me alone." He grabs his bag from the floor and starts to back away. You lunge forwards to try and grab him, but his reflexes are excellent and he quickly pulls away. "Get away from me, you creep!" He turns and flees. You chase after him, but he manages to slip away from you every time you try to grab him. As he reaches the exit you leap forwards and make one last attempt to get him. He turns and his fist hits you right in the face. As you reel backwards, he takes off out of the door and within seconds he's gone. [[You recover your balance->gymfail]]]

"Can I get you a drink?" you ask. "Um, yeah. Thanks." You pour him a glass of water and carry on chatting while he sips his drink and listens eagerly. You give him a lot of bull about the agency being relatively new and keen to represent upcoming young stars. You dazzle him with promises of television work, modelling contracts, and his own line of merchandise. "Merch," he says dreamily, with a silly smile on his face. He sits up in his chair, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Yeah, 'merch'. Anyway, I can see I've bored you with all this talk. But if you're interested we can sign..." You carry on talking as Kieron's eyelids droop and he slumps back in his chair. He rubs his forehead. "Wha... what's going on... I... feel really..." He groans and slurs his words. He tries to stand up, but his legs give way and falls to his knees. "Oh, you don't look so good," you whisper. "Why don't you just... close your eyes and... go to sleep?" "Uhhh... wha... no..." He starts to crawl towards the door. His hand reaches up for the handle... but drops back down again. [[Out cold]]

You casually get up and walk around the desk. "You might not have heard much about our agency, Kieron, but I can assure you we have plenty of experience dealing with young people like you." You suddenly grab the back of his chair and tip him forwards onto the floor. "Ow, what the fuck?" Before he has a chance to get up, you pounce on him and pull his unbuttoned shirt back over his shoulders, pinning his arms behind his back. "No, stop! Get off me! Help!" You whip a cable tie out of your pocket and wrap it around Kieron's wrists, pulling it tight. The boy's body wriggles and squirms violently underneath you. You reach into your pocket and grab another cable tie for his ankles. "Help me! Stop!" You straddle his legs, pinning them between your knees, as you hold his ankles together and bind them with the cable tie. It's awkward work because he puts up a good fight, but you just about manage it. As you finish tying his ankles, you hear footsteps outside the room - damn! He brought company. Well, you'd have to be pretty dumb to come to something like this alone. The door bursts open and Kieron's older brother is standing in the doorway, horrified. He takes one look at you, one look at his younger brother bound on the floor, and flees from the room. If he gets away there's a chance he'll find help. Leaving Kieron tied up, you chase after the brother - but you didn't see which way he went. Upstairs or downstairs? (link: "Upstairs")[(goto: "Go upstairs")] (link: "Downstairs")[(set: $twink to 1)(goto: "Go downstairs")]

You bide your time, try to gain the kid's trust by engaging in a casual chat about his prospects. You give him a lot of bull about the agency - a recent start-up, looking for fresh new talent, with contacts in television and modelling, etc. "You ever considered modelling?" you ask. "Me?" he grins and shakes his head. "That would be awesome!" "If you're interested, I could take some preview pics to send to a few modelling agencies. You know, to give them some idea." "This is mental... but, yeah, why not?" He laughs, obviously flattered. You take a DSLR out of your bag and get him to stand up. You start by taking some head shots, photographing his pretty face. He has beautiful rosy-red lips. "This is crazy," says Kieron, although you'd think he'd be used to attention by now. "I think we have a contact who would be interested in working with you, but... they're looking for something quite edgy. It might not appeal to you." (link-reveal: "He's curious.")[ "Well... what is it?" "You've heard the term 'sex sells', right? Well, they're a clothing company who use fetish imagery to advertise their products. Nothing heavy, just light bondage, hands tied together, that kind of thing." "Right..." "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think they'd be interested. But if I sent them a pic of you with your hands tied, I know they'd definitely want to sign you up. I know it probably sounds a bit suspicious, but trust me. It'll be worth it." He hesitates for a moment, apparently giving it some serious thought. "Fuck, no, sorry," he says, backing towards the door. "I... I don't think so." "Aw, come on, just one quick photo?" "Sorry... my brother's waiting outside... I've gotta go." Before you have a chance to pounce on him, he's out the door and gone. [[Some boys are funny about that kind of thing->twinkfail]]]

Okay, so you fucked-up, but you're still fairly new to this so don't feel bad. Even the most experienced recruits fail sometimes. The Organisation will make sure that any fallout from your bungled attempt is dealt with so you won't have to worry about getting in any trouble. (if: $caught is 0 and $fail is 0)[Luckily the Organisation still sees some potential in you and is willing to give you another shot. There are two remaining targets: (link: "Kieron")[(set: $fail to 2)(goto: "twink")] (link: "Nate")[(set: $fail to 2)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 1)[However, the Organisation is prepared to give you one more chance to prove your usefulness. There is one remaining target: (link: "Nate")[(set: $fail to 12)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 3)[However, the Organisation is prepared to give you one more chance to prove your usefulness. There is one remaining target: (link: "Kieron")[(set: $fail to 32)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 13)[You have failed to capture any of the targets and the Organisation if left questioning whether they were right to even hire you in the first place. For now, you will have to return to your old job and wait for the phone to ring in the hope that the Organisation decides to give you another chance in the future. (link: "Return to old job")[(goto: "Return to old job")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 31)[You have failed to capture any of the targets and the Organisation if left questioning whether they were right to even hire you in the first place. For now, you will have to return to your old job and wait for the phone to ring in the hope that the Organisation decides to give you another chance in the future. (link: "Return to old job")[(goto: "Return to old job")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "Nate")[(set: $fail to 2)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 3)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "Kieron")[(set: $fail to 2)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 1)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 13 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 31 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 513 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 351 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, plus the brother, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "Nate")[(set: $fail to 2)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 3)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]

(if: $twink is 0)[Guess that boy wasn't as naive as he looked. Still, you're fairly new to this, so don't feel bad. Even the most experienced recruits fail sometimes. The Organisation will make sure that any fallout from your bungled attempt is dealt with so you won't have to worry about getting in any trouble.]\ (elseif: $twink is 1)[The office door is locked and you can't get back in! Pressing your ear to the door you can hear Kieron telling his brother all about the pervert who tried to kidnap him. Shit. His brother was smart. He knew you'd automatically run downstairs, so he hid upstairs and waited until you were out of the way so he could rescue his brother. Feeling foolish, you decide the best thing to do is get out of there quick before anyone else arrives.] (if: $caught is 0 and $fail is 0)[Luckily the Organisation still sees some potential in you and is willing to give you another shot. There are two remaining targets: (link: "James")[(set: $fail to 1)(goto: "gymnast")] (link: "Nate")[(set: $fail to 1)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 2)[However, the Organisation is prepared to give you one more chance to prove your usefulness. There is one remaining target: (link: "Nate")[(set: $fail to 21)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 3)[However, the Organisation is prepared to give you one more chance to prove your usefulness. There is one remaining target: (link: "James")[(set: $fail to 31)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 23)[You have failed to capture any of the targets and the Organisation if left questioning whether they were right to even hire you in the first place. For now, you will have to return to your old job and wait for the phone to ring in the hope that the Organisation decides to give you another chance in the future. (link: "Return to old job")[(goto: "Return to old job")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 32)[You have failed to capture any of the targets and the Organisation if left questioning whether they were right to even hire you in the first place. For now, you will have to return to your old job and wait for the phone to ring in the hope that the Organisation decides to give you another chance in the future. (link: "Return to old job")[(goto: "Return to old job")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "Nate")[(set: $fail to 1)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 3)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "James")[(set: $fail to 1)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 2)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 23 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 32 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]

Well, you sure screwed that up! But you're still fairly new to this, so don't feel bad. Even the most experienced recruits make mistakes. The Organisation will make sure that any fallout from your bungled attempt is dealt with so you won't have to worry about getting in any trouble. (if: $caught is 0 and $fail is 0)[Luckily the Organisation still sees some potential in you and is willing to give you another shot. There are two remaining targets: (link: "Kieron")[(set: $fail to 3)(goto: "twink")] (link: "James")[(set: $fail to 3)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 1)[However, the Organisation is prepared to give you one more chance to prove your usefulness. There is one remaining target: (link: "James")[(set: $fail to 13)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 2)[However, the Organisation is prepared to give you one more chance to prove your usefulness. There is one remaining targets: (link: "Kieron")[(set: $fail to 23)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 12)[You have failed to capture any of the targets and the Organisation if left questioning whether they were right to even hire you in the first place. For now, you will have to return to your old job and wait for the phone to ring in the hope that the Organisation decides to give you another chance in the future. (link: "Return to old job")[(goto: "Return to old job")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 21)[You have failed to capture any of the targets and the Organisation if left questioning whether they were right to even hire you in the first place. For now, you will have to return to your old job and wait for the phone to ring in the hope that the Organisation decides to give you another chance in the future. (link: "Return to old job")[(goto: "Return to old job")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "James")[(set: $fail to 3)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 2)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "Kieron")[(set: $fail to 3)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 1)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 12 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 21 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 512 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 251 and $fail is 0)[(link: "Two out of three ain’t bad")[(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 0)[But at least you caught one of the targets, plus the brother, so things aren’t that bad. The Organisation is interested to see if you can capture the remaining target: (link: "James")[(set: $fail to 3)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 2)[(link: "One is better than none")[(goto: "End")]]

You return to 'The Barn', the Organisation's secret milking facility out in the countryside, with two bothersome captives tightly hogtied and gagged and are met by a small team of Handlers. Both brothers seem more worried about each other than their own fates. Max looks helplessly at his younger brother, sobbing and wishing he could do something to save him. Kieron looks apologetically at his older brother as if to say 'this is all my fault', while making frightened pleas through his gag. As you performed the task of grabbing and kidnapping the boys so well, the Organisation is willing to let you have some personal fun with them first. Alternatively, you could just hand them over straight away and send them to their ultimate fate. The Handlers will take the brothers to a holding cell to await your decision. [[Tickle test->tickle them]] [[Milk test->milk them]] [[Hand them over->Kieron and Max's fate]]

With the sexy young twink unconscious on the floor, you've got plenty of time to get him tied up and gagged. You can't resist having a proper look at his body before tying him up. Rolling him over onto his back, you lift his T-shirt up to reveal a silky smooth, slightly tanned body. Pushing his shirt further up you discover his perky little brown nipples. You can't help but kiss his soft, flat stomach... pressing your nose against his warm skin to inhale the scent of his deodorant... slipping your lips around his left nipple and gently massaging it with your tongue while your finger dances around his other nipple... and then vice-versa, sucking his right nipple, nibbling on that rubbery nub. You remove his sneakers to see that he's wearing little white ankle socks. You hold his socked feet to your nose and sniff them. A little musky, but not too strong. You slide a hand up the inside his jeans, caressing his bony ankle and then stroking his smooth, skinny leg. (link-reveal: "You unbutton the fly")[ of his jeans to see his underwear. White boxer briefs. You gently grope his snug little bulge through the fabric. Then you reach into his underwear and take his cock out, a limp little piece of meat, uncut, with shaved pubes. There's no chance of getting him hard with those drugs in his system, but it still doesn't stop you from putting his soft cock in your mouth and sucking on it. Your tongue slips under the foreskin. You can imagine how freaked-out and disgusted he'd be if he were awake now. Taking his cock out of your mouth, you turn him over onto his stomach and pull his jeans down to his knees. His ass looks so peachy wrapped in those tight white boxer briefs. You slide the underwear down just enough to expose his baby-smooth cheeks. You squeeze them, kiss them, spread them and bury your face in them to sniff around his virgin hole. You could fuck him right now, but you know the Organisation wouldn't be happy if you did. It's not worth the risk. For now you'll have to be content to rim his unconscious ass, slipping your tongue between his butt cheeks and getting a good taste of that sweet hole before getting him tied up and ready to go... [[Dealing with Kieron]]]

"The Production Line" An NSFW Interactive Fiction by TakenAndTickled WARNING: The following is an extremely NSFW story intended for an 18+ audience and includes descriptions of bondage, kidnap, fetish, forced milking, gay sex and illicit sexual situations which would likely be frowned upon in polite society. [[Polite what now?->name]] takenandtickled@gmail.com

"Okay, how we gonna do this?" asks James. "Just put your hands behind your back and I'll tie your wrists together. You sure you're okay with this? Must seem pretty weird, a stranger offering to tie you up for cash!" you laugh. "I guess it is. But like you said, it could be pretty interesting." You start tying his wrists together. "I mean, I've seen guys do this kind of thing before. I think the trick is to relax. Damn, that's tight... and anyway, I love physical challenges like this. Helps me train." You finish tying his wrists. Could a guy really be this dumb? Well, that's straight boys for you. He starts trying to wriggle his hands out of the rope, but you've done a good job. "Fuck, nearly had it..." he grunts and contorts his muscles as he tries to prove a point. Suddenly he becomes aware of how close you're standing behind him. He can feel your breath on the nape of his neck. "Uh... hey, man, can you give me some space?" he says nervously. You reach around his body and start groping him, squeezing and pinching his chest through the fabric of his vest. "Hey, what... what are you doing? Cut it out! Get off me!" (link-reveal: "You slip your hand")[ under his vest and let your fingers creep around his taut abdomen. He gasps and lets out a little giggle. "Oh, is someone... ticklish?" "Hehe... n-no... hehehe... fuck off... hahaha... no, stop!" As you tickle his stomach he creases up in a fit of childish giggles. "Please... hehehe... no...!" He struggles and tries to shake you off, but the tickling is making him lose his balance... and in a second he stumbles forwards onto his knees, with you hanging over his shoulders. You stop tickling him and quickly pin him down, straddling his legs. With his hands bound behind his back he can't do anything to fend you off. You reach into your pocket and pull out a cable tie, awkwardly wrapping it around his flailing ankles and pulling it tight. "Help me! Somebody, help, please!" "Shout as loud as you like, boy. It's just you and me tonight." A strong lad like this will require some extra restraint, so you retrieve some more rope from your bag and tie it around his knees. "No, don't! Stop... help!" You caress his sexy hairy legs with glee as he continues to struggle and shout. Time to get him out of here. [[Dealing with James]]]

You take a pic. "Wait, there's something missing..." You pull a ball-gag out of your bag. "Whoa, dude, hang on..." "Aw, just try it out. For one more pic." "I don't think so, dude. C'mon, stop messing around. Get me out of these things. My arms are starting to ache." You approach him holding the ball-gag. He starts to back away nervously, but with his arms incapacitated he loses his balance and falls backwards on his ass. You seize the chance to lunge at him and stuff the gag in his mouth. "What - the fuck! Fuck you!" Nate yells, trying shuffle away from you. "The fuck is this?" "Open wide," you laugh, forcing the gag in Nate's mouth. He tries to resist, but there's no way he can fend you off with his arms cuffed. "N-n-no! S-stop! Nnph! Mmph!" You fasten the the gag in place as Nate struggles and protests. This fuckboy can squirm and growl as much as he likes - once you've got his legs wrapped up with some duct tape from your bag, he'll belong to the Organisation. [[Dealing with Nate]]

It has been a week since your failure to bring in a fresh piece of meat for the Organisation and, for now, you're back at your old day job at the office. It's boring, uninspiring, mediocre work... but whatever pays the bills, right? It's nearly home-time and you can't wait to get the hell out of here. The boss asked you to stay late and everyone else is long gone - apart from Stuart. He's one of your oldest friends; you've known him since school. He's tall and lanky, a little nerdy-looking with glasses, and a big goofy smile. He's not a stereotypical hunk, so he never expects girls to be attracted to him, but you've always found him kinda cute. He always gets nervous around women so he's only had a couple of girlfriends. Suddenly, a thought occurs to you. After all, you've had pervy fantasies about your straight friend for years... [[Stuart]]

You return to 'The Barn', the Organisation's secret milking facility out in the countryside, with Kieron tightly hogtied and gagged and are met by a small team of Handlers. Kieron's just waking up as the drugs wear off. Still in a daze, he struggles to comprehend what's going on, as if he's in a bizarre nightmare. You can hear his groggy and confused groans as the Handlers carry him off. As you performed the task of drugging and kidnapping Kieron so well, the Organisation is willing to let you have some personal fun with him first. Or, if you'd prefer to let someone else have some fun with him you can suggest another idea. Alternatively, you could just hand him over straight away and send him to his ultimate fate. The Handlers will take him to a holding cell to await your decision. [[Tickle him->tickle kieron]] [[Milk him->milk kieron]] [[I have another idea->live stream]] [[Hand him over->Kieron's fate]]

You return to 'The Barn', the Organisation's secret milking facility out in the countryside, with James tightly hogtied and gagged and are met by a small team of Handlers. No amount of 'relaxing' will help James escape now. He grunts and protests through his gag while squirming and writhing about, tensing and flexing his sexy muscles, as the Handlers carry him off. As you performed the task of tricking and kidnapping James so well, the Organisation is willing to let you have some personal fun with him first. Or, if you'd prefer to let someone else have some fun with him you can suggest another idea. Alternatively, you could just hand him over straight away and send him to his ultimate fate. The Handlers will take him to a holding cell to await your decision. [[Tickle him->tickle james]] [[Milk him->milk james]] [[I have another idea->public display]] [[Hand him over->James's fate]]

You return to 'The Barn', the Organisation's secret milking facility out in the countryside, with Nate tightly hogtied and gagged and are met by a small team of Handlers. Being bound and gagged by a few kinky girls might have been a sexy experience for Nate, but this certainly isn't. He growls through his gag like a wild animal, struggling in vain as the Handlers carry him off. As you performed the task of tricking and kidnapping Nate so well, the Organisation is willing to let you have some personal fun with him first. Or, if you'd prefer to let someone else have some fun with him you can suggest another idea. Alternatively, you could just hand him over straight away and send him to his ultimate fate. The Handlers will take him to a holding cell to await your decision. [[Tickle him->tickle nate]] [[Milk him->milk nate]] [[I have another idea->sex party]] [[Hand him over->Nate's fate]]

(set: $tickle to 0)The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find James strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. His athletic body is all spread out, wrists and ankles pinned down tight with leather straps, giving him barely an inch to move. "What's going on...? What... what do you want...?" As James hears you enter the room he lifts his head to see you. He is panting heavily, having spent most of the last couple of hours trying to break free. Beads of sweat trickle down his face and his chest. With a wicked little smile you look down at him and tell him quietly that you're going to find all his ticklish spots. You came armed with an electric toothbrush, which you take out of your back pocket. "Wha- no, wait!" Now then, where to begin...? (link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "feet")(goto: "james feet")] (link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "body")(goto: "james body")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "belly")(goto: "james belly")]

The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find James strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. His athletic body is all spread out, wrists and ankles pinned down tight with leather straps, giving him barely an inch to move. A large, uncomfortable ball-gag is stuffed in his mouth. "Mmph? Mmmph! Nnngh!" As James hears you enter the room he lifts his head to see you. He is panting heavily, having spent most of the last couple of hours struggling and trying to break free. Beads of sweat trickle down his face and his chest. For a lad who was so keen to show off, James seems embarrassed to be on display like this. He blushes and trembles as he watches you checking out his naked body, licking your lips with lust. His limp, meaty cock flops from side-to-side as he wriggles about on the table. He's uncut, with trimmed pubes, and low-sagging balls. James looks away in disgust as you fondle his dick... gently tickle his thighs... cup his soft balls and bounce them in the palm of your hand... BZZZZzzzzzzzzzz! You came armed with an electric toothbrush in your back pocket, which you now switch on and waggle menacingly over James's cock. "Nnnngghhh! Mmmmppphh!" He shakes his head and clenches every muscle in his body as you touch the toothbrush against his balls... [[No mercy->milk james 2]]

You suggest that a sexy stud with a body like James's ought to be put on display to be... admired. The Organisation hire a private studio space to display their latest catch to a very special audience. They've done this kind of thing before with other athletes and swimmers they've caught in the past. They know exactly where to advertise the 'event' so all the pervy gay men will show up. When the guys arrive at the studio they find James naked and suspended by his wrists in the middle of the room: arms stretched over his head, hands bound together by a rope which is looped over a hook in the ceiling, legs spread apart, ankles locked in either end of a long spreader bar, cock and balls dangling defencelessly between his legs. He hasn't been gagged, leaving him free to beg and plead and protest all he wants - though, of course, it will only make his admirers even more horny. The men are encouraged to take photos for their own personal use, and to play with the boy in any way they please. "Please... don't... no... listen, please... I'm straight, I don't want this... you - you've got to help me... please, help me, I was kidnapped... people will be looking for me... don't, please, don't do this... no!" The men step up and take turns groping and molesting his shuddering body, squeezing his muscles, caressing all the areas he never wanted to be touched by another man, running their hands all over him... [[Touch, don't look->public display 2]]

(set: $tickle to 0)The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find Kieron strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. His smooth, tanned body is all spread out, wrists and ankles pinned down tight with leather straps, giving him barely an inch to move. You find him snivelling and screaming for help through his gag as you enter the room, his body quivering with fear. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! Please... w-what do you want with me...?" Now then, where to begin...? (link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "feet")(goto: "kieron feet")] (link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "body")(goto: "kieron body")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "belly")(goto: "kieron belly")]

The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find Kieron strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. His smooth, tanned body is all spread out, wrists and ankles pinned down tight with leather straps, giving him barely an inch to move. A large, uncomfortable ball-gag is stuffed in his mouth. You find him snivelling and screaming for help through his gag as you enter the room. He tries to cross his legs to hide his cock from your gaze - unaware you've already had a taste of it today - but with his legs strapped down so wide apart there's nothing he can do to shield himself. Once again you find yourself inspecting his limp, uncut piece of meat with the shaved pubes and his balls which have tightened up with fear. Milking this boy shouldn't be too much of a challenge - at this age he ought to be full of hormones and constantly horny. Even the gentlest, most sensual touch should... (link-reveal: "He shivers")[ and emits a little squeak as your fingers caress his inner thigh. You know exactly how to handle this one. You give your forefinger a good coating of saliva... slide your hand under his ass, feeling your way up his crack and slipping your wet finger between his cheeks until you feel his tense, puckered hole. "Nnugh!" Your other hand continues to stroke and tease the insides of his thighs and tickle his balls as you force your wet finger inside him. He's tight and ultra-resistant, shrieking with pain as you fondle and stretch his virgin hole, slowly working your finger deeper and deeper. Now you begin to finger-fuck him, making sure to probe and massage his prostate, while your other hand toys with his dick. To add to the stimulation you tenderly kiss his thighs and his soft, flat belly. "Unnngh... nngh...!" Kieron groans and mewls and sobs. You tease back the foreskin of his cock and run a fingertip around the exposed head. Kieron shudders. You feel his sphincter tighten around your finger and his cock slowly starts to stiffen... [[No mercy->milk kieron 2]]]

Since this little twink wants to be famous, you suggest making him the star of his own show - a private live stream on the internet for the amusement of any gay man who ever perved over him. The Organisation have set up these kind of broadcasts before, and it doesn't take a couple of hours to get the stream online. A large group of men around the world are invited to watch and are encouraged to invite any friends they think will also enjoy the show. Everyone logging in to the secure server when the stream goes live finds themselves watching a shot of Kieron, stripped naked, sprawled over a bench on all-fours and fixed in position with tight metal clamps around his wrists, ankles and neck. He can't move an inch. His legs are spread apart and his pert little ass is glistening with lube. "Anybody! Someone, help me, please! Fuck..." Kieron shouts and sobs, his body quivering with panic. He can't see what's happening as a couple of Handlers drag a fucking machine into the shot behind him. "Wh-what's that noise? What are you doing? Wh-who are you?" The Handlers coat the dildo attached to the end of the fucking machine with liberal amounts of lube. Kieron's body tenses as he desperately tries to move, but he's clamped down so tightly he can't even struggle. (link-reveal: "The Handlers line the dildo up")[ with Kieron's greased-up virgin ass. He feels it press against his hole. "Wh-what the fuck... the fuck is that? Oh God... shit... what are you doing... no, no, please, no..." The machine is switched on. It whirs into life as the dildo thrusts forward, the pressure of the machine forcing it into Kieron's tight hole. "Uuuuaaaaggghhhhfuck! Aaaaggghhh, noooo... ssssstop!" Kieron screams as the dildo violates his ass. The Handlers slowly crank up the speed, the dildo thrusting in and out faster... "Eeeeeggghhhhh!" ...and faster... "Naaaaggghhhh!" ...and faster, until it's pounding his straight ass in a repetitive, rhythmic, relentless motion. The Handlers leave the room, leaving Kieron to be fucked non-stop as hundreds of guys around the world sit at their computers and watch with their hands down their pants. [[The show must go on->live stream 2]]]

(set: $tickle to 0)The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find Nate strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. His lean, toned body is all spread out, wrists and ankles pinned down tight with leather straps, giving him barely an inch to move. Nate is furious, hollering threats and curses as you enter the room. You arrive with a long soft feather in your hands. You lightly stroke his face with the feather and pulls his head away in revulsion. "Fuck off! No! Cut it out!" Now then, where to begin...? (link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "feet")(goto: "nate feet")] (link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "body")(goto: "nate body")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "belly")(goto: "nate belly")]

The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find Nate strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. His lean, toned body is all spread out, wrists and ankles pinned down tight with leather straps, giving him barely an inch to move. A large, uncomfortable ball-gag is stuffed in his mouth. Nate is furious, grunting and hollering muffled threats and curses through his gag as you enter the room. You walk around the table, inspecting his vulnerable body. Sexy furry chest, pointy nipples... a juicy uncut cock... There's anger in his eyes, but fear too. He still doesn't know what's in store for him. You run your hands over his chest and tweak his nipples. He glares at you and growls. Imagine how many girls have had their hands on his body before... (link-reveal: "You pull a blindfold out")[ of your pocket and tie it round Nate's eyes. He struggles and tries to turn his head away from you, but it's not like he can stop you. Once he's blindfolded, you get working on him. You start by tenderly caressing and kissing his chest... gently sucking on his nipples... working your way down to his abdomen... "Ungh... nuugh..." Nate moans and keeps struggling, determined not to simply lie there and take it. He knows it's //you// teasing his body, but with his eyes blindfolded his mind can play tricks. Fool him into thinking some hot girl is nibbling on his nipples... kissing his stomach... burying her face in his crotch... "Ngh!" [[No mercy->milk nate 2]]]

You suggest that someone ought to show Nate what a fetish party is really like - by making him the unwilling guest of honour. There's a bar that some members of the Organisation often visit which would make a perfect venue. Despite the short notice, word has got around that there will be some 'special entertainment' on offer and by late evening the bar is full. Once the guys have had a few drinks, the entertainment is dragged out. "Get your fucking hands off me!" Nate is led into the room naked, with his hands tied in front of him and his legs shackled together by a chain between his ankles. His body is lean and toned, with a furry chest and hairy legs. His large, uncut cock swings to-and-fro as he shuffles in to a cheer from the crowd. He tries to cup his hands around it, but one of the men pulls them away. "Fuck off, you perverts! Queer cunts!" The men laugh, jeer and manhandle Nate's body as they pass him around, everyone getting a good grope - slapping his ass, pinching his nipples, tickling his balls - as he continues to shout and snarl. (link-reveal: "He's nothing but a plaything,")[ a sex toy, as far as these guys are concerned. His cursing and swearing falls on deaf ears, or else is drowned out by all the shouts of //'check out the cock on it!'// and //'who wants a piece of this ass?'// and //'whew, nice bod!'// After a while of being handed around and molested, Nate is pushed down onto his knees. One of the men waves his cock in Nate's face and orders him to suck it. "No, that's... fuck, that's sick! Fuck you!" These men don't like being told 'no' by some stroppy straight fucker. Within seconds Nate is pushed down onto the floor on his stomach and one of the men straddles his legs, pinning him down. He can't fight his way out of //this// one. He feels his butt cheeks being spread apart and someone spitting on his hole. He wriggles and squirms and tries to get away, starting to panic. "What the fuck? No, no way! Don't! Please, I'm sorry!" [[The night is young->sex party 2]]]

(set: $stuart to 0)"Hi, Stuart," you say, approaching his desk. The office is eerily quiet with everyone gone. "Hey, buddy," he says, stretching back in his chair. You notice he has a very prominent Adam's apple. He's wearing his office clothes: white shirt and blue tie, black trousers and smart black shoes. "You finished?" "Yeah... nearly." You've long fantasised about doing this, and now's your chance to make the fantasy a reality. He's been one of your best friends for years and there's no reason for him not to trust you. With this in mind, which method will you use to capture him? [[Sneak->bar]] [[Physical->grab stuart]] [[Trick->take home]]

"Wanna grab a beer before home?" you ask. "That's the best idea I've heard all day," Stuart replies with his usual dumb smile. You leave the office together and head for the bar across the road, where you buy Stuart a drink. And another. And another. You make sure to buy non-alcoholic beer for yourself, so he's none the wiser. "Fancy another?" you say. "Mate, I can't, I'll miss my train!" He's slurring his words and swaying in his chair. He's never been able to handle his drink. He doesn't even realise how drunk he already is. "Aw, go on. Just one more. It's Friday." (link-reveal: "One more pint later")[ and Stuart is struggling to stay alert. He's giggling like a silly kid and almost falls out of his seat when he tries to stand up. "Come on, let's get you home." You lift him up and lead him back across the road to the office car park. By the time you reach your car Stuart is practically asleep. You lay him down on the backseat and he quietly dozes. You //were// planning to phone the Organisation and arrange to rendez-vous with one of their Collectors on the outskirts of town to hand Stuart over... but now he's sleeping in the back of your car you start thinking about all those times you fantasised about him. This might be your only chance to get your hands on him. You decide to take him home with you first. The Organisation can come and pick him up later... [[Dealing with Stuart]]]

While he's leaning back in his chair you quickly pounce on him, catching him off-guard and tipping the chair backwards. "Fuck!" Stuart falls on his back with you on top on him. "What the hell?!" You're suddenly aware that you have nothing to tie him up with, so you quickly grab his tie and wrap it around his neck. He starts to choke, staring up at you in panic. His limbs flail about as he tries to push you off, his hands grabbing at your face and his legs kicking out blindly. He continues to cough and splutter, his face turning red and eyes watering... until he passes out. You sit back and catch your breath. That was the easy part. Now you've got to get him out of here, from the office to the car park, without anyone seeing. Even though your fellow co-workers have left for the day, there's still the matter of the security guard who patrols the building after hours. You pick up Stuart's unconscious body, carry him into the elevator and press the button for the ground floor reception... [[To the car park->officefail]]

Stuart's been catching the train home the last couple of days while his car is in the garage for a repair. Seeing as it's Friday, (and you have an ulterior motive,) you decide to be a good friend and offer him a ride home. "Thanks, mate," he says. "I appreciate it!" You tell him you'll wait for him in the car park while he finishes what he's working on. "No problem, I'll be down in a minute." While you're waiting by the car you phone one of your contacts at the Organisation and arrange to rendez-vous with a Collector on the outskirts of town. Stuart appears just as you hang up the call, totally oblivious. You distract his attention by keeping him talking while you drive to the pick-up point, but eventually he notices that the ride 'home' is taking a little longer than it ought to. "Mate, you sure you know where you're going?" he says, laughing. You see a van parked up in the distance. "Nearly there now," you say with a smirk. "Haha, are you nuts? We're miles away!" (link-reveal: "You pull over")[ at the side of the road. It's a quiet little lane, not often used, and there's no traffic around. The van is parked in front of you. "Just... wait here a second," you tell your confused - and increasingly anxious - friend. "Hey, what's... what's going on? Where are we?" Stuart asks as you get out of the car. Two tall, muscular men step out of the van. You give them a nod and they approach. Stuart gets out of the car. "What are you doing? Asking for directions? You know where I live!" The two men seize Stuart by the arms. "Hey! What are you doing? Mate, what's going on?" You stand back and watch, feeling your cock getting hard in your pants as the men drag Stuart towards the van. "What the fuck? Who are you? What's... mate, please! Help me! What's going on? Hey! No, stop!" Stuart resists and struggles, but he's too weak to fight off the men. They throw him in the back of the van. "Help! Mate, help me!" One of the men clambers into the back of the van with him and shuts the door before Stuart has a chance to run for it. The other man quickly gets back in the driver's seat and the van drives off into the distance. [[Stuart's fate]]]

//DING!// The doors slide open and you find yourself face-to-face with the security guard, who is waiting to get into the elevator. He looks at Stuart's body in your arms. "What happened?" Time to get creative. You feed him a story about how your friend collapsed and you were taking him to hospital. "He needs an ambulance! Put him down over there while I phone for one." Damn, you can't get out of here with Stuart now. In minutes the paramedics will be here and notice the suspicious marks on Stuart's neck. You put Stuart down near the reception desk and make a quiet exit while the guard calls for the ambulance. There's no way the Organisation are going to give you another chance now. You're too much of a liability. Don't be too disheartened; you may be perfectly depraved individual deep down, but you're just not cut out for this kind of work. Don't quit your day job. Actually, come to think of it, you... probably should. (link: "If at first you don't succeed...")[(goto: "Start")]

Stuart is lying on your bed, sleeping off the booze. You've phoned the Organisation to let them know you've got him. They're sending someone to come and collect him, but it'll be a little while before they get here. That means you've got some time to kill... While your oblivious friend slumbers, you spread him out over the bed. Naturally you have plenty of restraints at home for when you have 'guests'. You tie Stuart in a spread-eagle position, securing his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame with tight leather shackles. The next thing is to gag him; can't have him alerting the neighbours. You decide to use a... (link-reveal: "...ball-gag")[(replace: "...spider gag")[] and stuff a big red ball-gag in his mouth. That should keep him quiet. As you finish adding the gag Stuart groans and blinks his eyes, slowly waking up. You wait for him to fully regain his consciousness before you begin removing his clothes. "Hmmph? Mmph? Nnnph! Hnnngghhh!" Stuart looks up at you with scared, confused eyes. All these years he never suspected that you had a thing for him - let alone that you secretly wanted to tie him down and get your hands on his body. (link: "Tickle him")[(goto: "tickle stuart")] (link: "Milk him")[(goto: "milk stuart")] (link: "Wait for him to be collected")[(set: $stuart to "wait")(goto: "Stuart's fate")]] (link-reveal: "...spider gag")[(replace: "...ball-gag")[] which you jam into his mouth, fixing his jaw wide open and leaving his throat completely vulnerable. As you finish adding the gag Stuart groans and blinks his eyes, slowly waking up. You wait for him to fully regain his consciousness before you begin removing his clothes. "Uuugh? Muugh? Naargh!" Stuart looks up at you with scared, confused eyes. All these years he never suspected that you had a thing for him - let alone that you secretly wanted to tie him down and get your hands on his body. (link: "Tickle him")[(goto: "tickle stuart")] (link: "Milk him")[(goto: "milk stuart")] (link: "Wait for him to be collected")[(set: $stuart to "wait")(goto: "Stuart's fate")]]

There's no need to hold his foreskin back any more; it slides back naturally as his cock grows harder and harder. With the glans now fully exposed and oozing pre-cum you delicately lap at it with your tongue, prompting a loud whine of agony from the terrified twink. With your finger still tickling his prostate you kiss and lick his balls, his thighs, his belly button... and, of course, his dick. He's already semi-erect now and you can lick the shaft of his cock and nibble on the head, which causes some delightful little whimpers from the boy's gagged mouth. "Nngh... uuuunnngghh..." There wasn't much to suck on earlier, but there is now. You wrap your lips around Kieron's dick and feel it growing in your mouth as you start sucking. You wonder how many girls have had the pleasure of sucking him off before. You figure he probably isn't enjoying this one quite so much. And yet, even if he isn't enjoying it //mentally,// there's no denying the physical pleasure his body is getting out of it. It must be driving him nuts, feeling sick at the thought of being sucked dry by another man while at the same time his body is tingling with arousal. (link-reveal: "His cock is so hard")[ and moist now... your head bobbing up and down as your lips slurp and suck and your tongue slithers around his glans and dips in and out of the slit... your finger teasing his virgin ass... "Uuuuuughhh... nnnnuuuuuggghhh... nnnghh...!" The first load hits the back of your mouth and trickles down your throat as you swallow it down. Kieron moans and weeps as he shoots another stringy load of warm cum into your mouth. There's nothing he can do to stop his body now. You keep going, coaxing more little spurts of milk out of his cock. Kieron trembles and his body writhes about on the table, caught between a state of disgusted panic and sexual release. He is powerless to stop his cock from spraying one load after another down your throat. He stares up at the ceiling in disbelief. You continue to slurp at his cock until you're sure you've sucked out every drop of straight twink milk that you possibly can. You pull your finger out of his ass and take his throbbing dick out of your mouth, licking the last residue of cum from the tip. All Kieron can do is lie there, panting and crying, as he watches you licking the last of the cum from around his cock. He doesn't even realise there's far worse to come... [[Kieron's fate]]]

//user281 says: Fuuuckk, nothing beats seeing a str8 twink forcd to take cock!!// //user114 says: mmm yass, say goodbye to your virginity boy xD// //user052 says: Best video he's ever posted lol// //user309 says: this is so wrong....but so fucking hot!// The chatbox underneath the video stream continues to fill up with comments from horny viewers as Kieron endures ten minutes... twenty minutes... thirty minutes... forty minutes... an hour of remorseless machine-fucking, screaming and shouting his head off. //user167 says: Damn, send that slut my way when your done with him// //user462 says: love to hear 'em scream!// //user321 says: Needs some cock in that pretty mouth too// (link-reveal: "And sure enough,")[ after an hour of non-stop butt fucking, the Handlers return - but not to switch the machine off. Instead, they drag in a second machine and position it at the other end, in front of Kieron's shrieking face. "Oh, no, noooo, please, please, stop.... nnggghh... please, don't... aaagghhh..." One of the Handlers jams a spider gag in Kieron's mouth to hold his jaw wide open. He continues to wail and squeal through his gaping mouth until the second machine is pulled closer, with the head of the dildo poking just slightly into his mouth. "Uuggghhhh!" The second machine is switched on and the dildo starts to thrust in and out of Kieron's vulnerable throat, causing him to splutter and gag. The Handlers leave again and the show continues as the anonymous viewers are treated to another hour of watching the boy get machine-fucked in both holes, gurgling and crying and screaming. //user073: fuck yeah, I could watch this all night long x// [[Kieron's fate]]]

"Stop! Stop it! Get your hands off me! No! Don't... don't do that... please, stop! Let me go! Help me!" The more James pleads and shouts, the more the men start to crowd around him until he's surrounded; hands all over him, touching him everywhere, all at the same time. Soon there is barely an inch of him that //isn't// being manhandled. Hands on his shaved chest, pinching his nipples, squeezing his tight butt cheeks, running up and down his quivering legs, touching his face, stroking his hair, tickling his neck, hands cupped around his balls, toying with his limp cock, teasing his foreskin back, fingers running through his trimmed pubes... "Get away from me! Please, leave me alone! This is wrong... you can't do this! Stop! No! No!" Hands spread his buttocks apart and some fingers slip into his crack, wriggling deeper and deeper, probing his tight hole... "Oh God, no! Not that!" (link-reveal: "And then the tongues...")[ wet, rough, slippery tongues slithering everywhere: lapping at his armpits, slurping at his nipples, licking every inch of his body and legs all over; face, ears, back, arms... poking into his belly button... salivating over his balls... And then the men take turns burying their faces in his ass, sinking their tongues into his crack and rimming him, slurping at his hole, tucking in to a nice juicy straight-boy ass. "Oh, no, no, no... God, please... someone... help me, please!" The mass 'grope and tongue-fuck' lasts for a couple of hours before some Collectors arrive from the Organisation to take James away, much to the disappointment of the crowd. They needn't worry - there'll be another next week. Same time, same place... new boy. [[James's fate]]]

The man straddling Nate's legs slips his finger between Nate's buttocks and starts probing his hole. Nate shudders as he feels the rough finger sinking deeper and deeper. "Oh no, wait! Fuck, no! Stop! Wait, please! No!" The man begins to finger-fuck Nate's virgin hole. Nate flops about on the floor like a fish out of water, wailing and hollering. "No, dude, please! Don't do it... don't... stop... help!" Nobody can hear a thing over the roaring and shouting of the crowd. Everybody is egging each other on, like a pack of wild animals. The man pulls his finger out of Nate's hole... mounts Nate's ass... and forces his big hard cock in. "AAAAUUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!" Nate grits his teeth in agony as the man starts fucking him. The other men crowd round, pulling out and stroking their hard cocks while they enjoy the show. "Fuuuuuuck! Take it out, take it out!" (link-reveal: "But the man ignores him")[ and keeps fucking, grinding his hips against Nate's helpless body as he pounds him into the wooden floor. No matter how kinky those past girlfriends were, Nate has never experienced anything like this. He gasps and grunts with each thrust, feeling the man's hot breath against his back and hearing his moans of pleasure. "Ngh! Nugh! No!" The man fucks Nate faster and faster as he reaches climax, eventually letting out a loud groan of ecstasy as he shoots a load inside the cocky straight lad. He continues to fuck Nate slowly as he deposits a final couple of loads inside him. Nate breathes an audible sigh of relief as he feels the cock being pulled out. His relief is short-lived, however, as the next man gets down on the floor and mounts him. "Oh, no, please... no more... no more, no...uuunnngghh!" The second cock is forced into him for another round of fucking. And it won't be the last. Before the night is over he'll be forced to take plenty of cocks while the other men stand around and jerk off over him, spraying his body with their cum like a piece of meat. [[Nate's fate]]]

You take his limp cock in your hand and start patiently teasing it, sliding his foreskin up and down, while caressing his balls with your other hand. He continues to struggle and resist, but thanks to the blindfold every touch, every kiss, every stroke takes him by surprise and sends a sexual tingle through his body. Before long, you can feel his dick getting stiff in your grip. The blindfold seems to have heightened his body's senses and as much as he tries to fight it, his primal urges soon take over. "Mmmpph... uuuuungh..." Nate is in a weird kind of sexual haze right now. Struggling to control his own body, desperate to resist getting hard, determined not to give you the satisfaction... but at the same time trembling with arousal and leaking pre-cum. The mind may be strong, but the body will always succumb... As his cock gets harder his foreskin is pulled back and the sticky, throbbing head is exposed. You plant a delicate little kiss on it - a string of pre-cum clinging to your lips - and he lets out an involuntary little moan. (link-reveal: "His cock twitches")[ and you hear him desperately trying to beg his own body not to give in. He's really hard now, your hand still masturbating his erect cock. He's past the point of no return. All you need to do is keep wanking that cock, up and down, getting faster and faster... He clenches his fists... wiggles his toes... squirms and moans... his skin shivering with goosebumps... as your hand pumps his big cock... "Ngh! Ungh!" He shoots his first load, betrayed by his own body, his heterosexual dick coaxed to orgasm by his gay kidnapper. You keep steadily pumping him until he cums again, a nice big juicy load splurging out all over his stomach and your hand. You finally remove his blindfold so he can watch in disgust and humiliation as you suck the last load from his cock and lick the rest of his cum off your hand. He thinks it's over... until you start polishing his swollen, sensitive head with your thumbs, causing him to shout and struggle all over again... [[Hand him over->Nate's fate]]]

BZZZZzzzzz...zzzZZZZZZzzzz...ZZZZzzz... The toothbrush buzzes as you brush it against the soft, sensitive underside of James's balls. As the brush reaches further under his taint he whimpers and screams through his gag. You can see his muscles tense up as he tries to bear the stimulating sensation around his ass. You keep the brush head pressed against his skin as you move it around his balls to his dick, which is slightly stiff by now. Gripping his foreskin between your thumb and forefinger you lift his cock and hold it up so you can run the toothbrush up and down the shaft. James continues to protest and beg through his gag, no doubt trying to distract himself from the undeniably pleasurable feeling that he's desperately trying to resist. Despite his best efforts, his cock is already semi-erect. You decide to increase the pressure by sliding his foreskin back and applying the toothbrush to the exposed sticky, throbbing head. As soon as the bristles scribble against his sensitive glans, James lets out a loud moan. Within seconds, all his resistance is broken down and his cock finally gets totally hard. You put the toothbrush to one side and seize the moment to start masturbating James, taking his erect shaft in your hand and jerking it up and down while he moans and begs and thrashes about on the table. His cock dribbles plenty of pre-cum, but it takes a little while before the first load splurges out, a mini eruption of cum. "Hhhhhnnnnggghhh....." James's cum coats your fingers. You lean in and start lapping at the head, licking up all that delicious cream. You suck the cum off your fingers and finish up by rubbing both of your thumbs over his extra-sensitive moist glans, causing him to shriek into his gag. A healthy guy like James ought to have more than one creamy load in him. Why stop now? After all, it's not like he's going anywhere... [[James's fate]]

(if: $caught is 0 or $caught is 5)[After being locked away for a day to recover and be fed, Kieron is dragged from his cage to the 'production line' - a nickname given to the long row of naked young straight men, each bound and gagged and nourished via an intravenous drip, forced to sit impaled on vibrating dildos, with their hard cocks being mercilessly milked by self-lubricating cock pumps and their cum being forcibly siphoned into storage containers underneath where they sit.] Kieron can't stop yelling 'No! Please! Let me go!' as he is led into an ominous room of several production lines, the air filled with the sound of buzzing dildos, slurping pumps, frightened whimpers, tired moans of reluctant arousal, and the sickly aroma of sweat, testosterone and semen. He shivers with fear and disgust at the sight of other young men just like him, with expressions of horror on their faces as they are forced to cum over and over again. "You can't do this! This is wrong!" he screams. Nothing in his young, sheltered life could have prepared him for anything as disturbing as this. He is forced onto a dildo, gasping in shock as it penetrates his tight virgin hole, a gag brutally shoved into his mouth to muffle his frightened exclamations, and his body secured tightly in place with barely an inch to move. After he has been 'primed' and become suitably aroused, his cock will be inserted into a pump and the milking process will begin. It won't stop until he is dry, spent, every last drop extracted. Then he will be locked away again for another day - before being dragged back to the production line for even more milking. (if: $caught is 0 and $fail is 0)[You've done a decent job and the Organisation is impressed. But there are still two targets remaining... (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 1)(goto: "gymnast")] (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 1)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 3)[Well, at least you've caught one. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 1)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 2)[Well, at least you've caught one. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 1)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 21)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 3)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 21)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 31)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 2)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 31)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 23)[(link: "Hat-trick!")[(set: $caught to 231)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 32)[(link: "Hat-trick!")[(set: $caught to 321)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 23)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 1)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 32)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 1)(goto: "End")]]

Kieron's feet are smooth and lightly tanned like the rest of his body. He involuntarily wriggles his soft little toes as you move to the end of the table and admire his bare soles. "No, no, please... please, don't... not my feet, please!" Kieron squirms uncomfortably as you drag a finger up and down his left sole. You just know these feet are gonna be ticklish. You focus on tickling his left foot to begin with. Your fingers flutter up and down the sole and underneath the toes. He squeals in a fit of boyish giggles. "Heheheheheheheheehehahahahahaha no, s-stop, sssstop!" He shakes his head, desperately trying to yank his foot away from your creeping, crawling fingers. You slip your tongue between his toes and he shrieks like a girl. His chest bobs up and down with each tortured chuckle. Your lips wrap around each of his toes, one-by-one, and as your tongue slithers between them you suck on them and nibble them, savouring the taste of those helpless twink feet. Pretty soon you're tickling both feet simultaneously, fingers scurrying all around his bare soles while you tongue-fuck his toes. Kieron continues to squirm and squeal and beg for mercy - but between the panting and terrified laughter, all you can hear is a lot of childish babbling. (if: $tickle is "feet")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "feetbody")(goto: "kieron body")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "feetbelly")(goto: "kieron belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bellyfeet")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "bellyfeetbody")(goto: "kieron body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bodyfeet")[(link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "bodyfeetbelly")(goto: "kieron belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]

Kieron's body is slim, smooth and tanned with little brown nipples. He's oblivious to the fact that you've already had his nips in your mouth today. But you wonder if they're ticklish...? Of course they are. Twink nips are //always// ticklish! Your fingers flit around them in little circles and Kieron giggles helplessly, screwing his eyes shut and trying to endure the agony of having his sensitive nipples tortured. But his eyes suddenly open wide with panic when your fingers scuttle up into his armpits. He looks straight at you and you can see the fear in his eyes as your fingers brush against the little tufts of hair sprouting from his pits. "Oh fuck, please stop! Stop tickling me, please! SOMEONE HELP ME! Tears trickle down his angelic face you ruthlessly tickle the soft skin of his armpits. It isn't long before you bury your tongue in them, lapping and slurping at them, driving him wild with breathless laughter. And you can't tickle his skinny body without running your fingers up and down those ribs. He's not quite so ticklish here, but he still flinches and chuckles as you tickle his sexy young straight body. Time to move on - after another thirty minutes of non-stop armpit tickling... (if: $tickle is "body")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bodyfeet")(goto: "kieron feet")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "bodybelly")(goto: "kieron belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bellybody")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bellybodyfeet")(goto: "kieron feet")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "feetbody")[(link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "feetbodybelly")(goto: "kieron belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]

With evil glee your eyes fall upon Kieron's soft little 'innie' belly button. Kieron watches you nervously and, sensing your intentions, sucks his stomach in as much as possible - as if that's going to protect him! You slip a finger into his belly button and Kieron instantly yelps in shock. Guess he wasn't expecting to be quite so ticklish there. His hips buck and twist as your finger invades his naval even further, wriggling about in there and sending the boy into fits of delirious giggles. "Gahahaahahahahahahaha! HELP ME!" Now to apply some tongue action. Removing your finger, you lean in and poke the tip of your tongue into his belly button. Kieron squeaks like a scared little mouse as you probe his naval with your tongue, delving in as far as you possibly can, slurping away at his belly like no-one ever has before. Once you've finished fucking his belly button with your tongue you turn your attention to the rest of his soft abdomen, tickling all around his naval, causing Kieron to wail and cry and squirm... (if: $tickle is "belly")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bellyfeet")(goto: "kieron feet")] (link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "bellybody")(goto: "kieron body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bodybelly")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bodybellyfeet")(goto: "kieron feet")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "feetbelly")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "feetbellybody")(goto: "kieron body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Kieron's fate")]]

James has shaved his chest. You wonder if the Organisation will keep it shaved while they have him. He has big pink nipples and well-defined muscles. You run your hands over his ripped chest and he shivers. Your fingers lightly flit around his nipples, causing James to grunt and groan, but they're not too ticklish. Still, it's worth teasing them by rubbing and pinching them just to see the look of disgust on his face. James has really deep pits under his muscular arms, with a little bit of fluffy hair. Plenty to dig your fingers into. He stubbornly grits his teeth and tries to endure the feeling of your fingers crawling further into his pits - and then, with a little snort, he begins to squirm... "...kch... tsch... n-no... nahahaahahahahahaaha NO!" He can't control himself any longer as your fingers tickle the deep recesses of his warm, sweaty pits. He's desperate to yank his hands out of their restraints and pull his arms down to defend himself, but he's completely powerless. "Oh fuhahahaahuck, F-FUCK, ahahahahaaha!" You grab the toothbrush and invade his left pit with it, working the whirring bristles through the small bush of hair. It doesn't seem to tickle James quite so much, but he clearly hates the sensation, grunting and thrashing his head from side-to-side. Your fingers flutter up and down his sides and he hiccups with little giggles, tensing his muscles in vain, his whole body shuddering as he tries to contain himself. Up and down... in and out of his pits... and up and down again... and all the sexy gymnast can do is lie there and take it. (if: $tickle is "body")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bodyfeet")(goto: "james feet")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "bodybelly")(goto: "james belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bellybody")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bellybodyfeet")(goto: "james feet")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "feetbody")[(link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "feetbodybelly")(goto: "james belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]

You take a moment to admire James's sixpack and his 'innie' belly button. You already know his stomach is pretty ticklish... And //he// knows you know it. He watches with silent dread as you waggle your fingers over his belly button. He shakes his head and quietly mumbles "Please, don't..." You tickle all around his naval, your fingers gliding over the ripples of his toned abdomen. James yelps and hisses with laughter, trying to stay focused, determined not to give you the satisfaction. But it's when your finger dips into his belly button that he cracks up into a loud wail of high-pitched yelping. That's the spot. You wriggle your finger around in there for a little while, feeling his stomach bob up and down with hysterics, and then... "Aaaeeeiiiigghhhahahaahahaahaha!" James positively shrieks with laughter as you bury the buzzing, vibrating toothbrush in his belly button. The soft bristles mercilessly scrub the inside of his sensitive naval as he chuckles loudly and struggles vigorously. Surely a strong, fit guy like him can endure this for... oh, another thirty minutes at least...? (if: $tickle is "belly")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bellyfeet")(goto: "james feet")] (link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "bellybody")(goto: "james body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bodybelly")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bodybellyfeet")(goto: "james feet")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "feetbelly")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "feetbellybody")(goto: "james body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]

James doesn't have very big feet, about average size, with meaty toes and veiny tops. He watches warily as you eye-up his soles, which crinkle slightly as he nervously clenches his toes. As a gymnast he spends a lot of time barefoot, so he can't possibly be ticklish here... can he? You decide to forgo any teasing and just get stuck in, running your fingers along both bare soles at the same time. "No, no! Tch-ahahahahaahaha, nahahaaha, nooo!" Oh, guess he //is// ticklish on his feet. His body jerks left and right as he desperately tries to escape, letting out a stream of helpless giggles. While you continue to tickle his right foot with your fingers, you try tickling his left foot with your tongue. "Ohohohoho, no, no... not that, pleeehehehease!" Your tongue can easily slither all over his foot and especially around his toes. After a while, you switch to tongue-tickling his right foot while your fingers scuttle up and down his left sole. You take particular delight in nibbling on his toes... "Rrrgh, no, stop, get off me!" It doesn't tickle him so much, but it does disgust and enrage him, which turns you on even more. The only thing left to do now is grab your electric toothbrush and let the bristles go to work underneath and in-between his toes. As the brush head touches his little toe, James shrieks. Only nine more to go... (if: $tickle is "feet")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "feetbody")(goto: "james body")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "feetbelly")(goto: "james belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bellyfeet")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "bellyfeetbody")(goto: "james body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bodyfeet")[(link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "bodyfeetbelly")(goto: "james belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "James's fate")]]

Nate has a nice lean body and a sexy furry chest. His nipples are small, but pointy. You decide they could do with some feather treatment. "Eeeh! Nuuuhh! No, fuck... cut it out!" With the feather you 'playfully' poke at the tips of his nips. Nate wriggles and looks horrified as the feather brushes against his nipples, causing him to emit worried little yelps. As you stroke the feather across his torso it tickles his chest hair and he can't stop himself from giggling, despite his best efforts to bear the torture. But the feather will be no good in those bushy pits... that requires a more 'hands-on' approach. You start by creeping your fingers up his sides. Nate trembles and shouts 'No!'. As your fingers crawl further up his body he gets more and more ticklish... and by the time you reach his pits he's already in a state of hysteria. You get stuck in to his exposed armpits, digging your fingers in and administering a brutal tickle assault. Nate's body judders and wriggles as he tries to pull away from your wandering hands, but there's nowhere for him to go. "Heeeehehehehehehehelppp! H-h-help meeehehehehee!" The cocky straight boy can do nothing but laugh until panic sets in, all the air being squeezed out of his lungs as your fingers wiggle about in his sexy, vulnerable pits. Despite the insane laughter you can see the fear etched on his face. Maybe you should let him rest for a second... ...and a second later you resume tickling his pits. (if: $tickle is "body")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bodyfeet")(goto: "nate feet")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "bodybelly")(goto: "nate belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bellybody")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bellybodyfeet")(goto: "nate feet")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "feetbody")[(link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "feetbodybelly")(goto: "nate belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]

Nate doesn't really work-out, but his stomach is lean and slightly toned nonetheless. A fuzzy little treasure trail worms its way from his naval to his untrimmed pubes. He doesn't seem overly concerned as your fingers hover over his stomach, glaring at you with anger and disgust. You soon find out why. As your fingers creep and flutter up and down his abdomen he hardly reacts. But you //do// provoke a reaction when you poke a finger into his 'outie' belly button. Not a ticklish reaction, but a violent jolt of shock. He did not expect you to touch him there. You suddenly get an idea... "Oh, no! Fuck! Don't!" You gently prod Nate's naval with the tip of the feather. He doesn't laugh, but he grunts and shouts. It might not be too ticklish, but he certainly doesn't like you poking around there - so you dive in with the feather, teasing and probing his belly button with the tip. "Fuck, no! Ugh, get the fuck away from me!" It's worth it just to taunt the boy and see him so infuriated. It must be pretty humiliating for him to realise that his body is your plaything. (if: $tickle is "belly")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bellyfeet")(goto: "nate feet")] (link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "bellybody")(goto: "nate body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bodybelly")[(link: "Feet")[(set: $tickle to "bodybellyfeet")(goto: "nate feet")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "feetbelly")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "feetbellybody")(goto: "nate body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]

Nate has big sexy feet with long, suckable toes. There are a few stray hairs on the tops, but they're mostly smooth. You delight in telling Nate how suckable his toes look. He growls and protests noisily. He does //not// want another dude snacking on his toes! Getting close to his left foot, you slip his little toe into your mouth and start sucking. "Eugh, gross... fuck... oh... no, that... t-that tickles, s-stop..." Nate can't help himself from tittering with childish laughter as you fellate his toes one-by-one and your tongue slurps around them. Who knew he'd have such ticklish tootsies? You work your way along all ten toes until you finish sucking on the little toe of his right foot. Nice big feet like these are just begging for a good feather tickling. You pick up the feather and start stroking it up and down Nate's bare soles, one foot after the other. Nate whimpers with helpless little chuckles, his legs quivering and his toes wiggling. The worst part - for Nate - is when you drag the feather along the tips of his toes. His whole body bucks as if he had been electrocuted! With your fingers you hold his toes apart to allow you to easily drag the feather in and out between his toes, and for a moment all the indignation is drained from him as he cries with laughter. (if: $tickle is "feet")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "feetbody")(goto: "nate body")] (link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "feetbelly")(goto: "nate belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bellyfeet")[(link: "Upper body")[(set: $tickle to "bellyfeetbody")(goto: "nate body")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (elseif: $tickle is "bodyfeet")[(link: "Stomach")[(set: $tickle to "bodyfeetbelly")(goto: "nate belly")] (link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Hand him over")[(goto: "Nate's fate")]]

(if: $caught is 0)[After being locked away for a day to recover and be fed, James is dragged from his cage to the 'production line' - a nickname given to the long row of naked young straight men, each bound and gagged and nourished via an intravenous drip, forced to sit impaled on vibrating dildos, with their hard cocks being mercilessly milked by self-lubricating cock pumps and their cum being forcibly siphoned into storage containers underneath where they sit.] James fights and resists in vain, his muscles no use to him now, as he is led into an ominous room of several production lines, the air filled with the sound of buzzing dildos, slurping pumps, frightened whimpers, tired moans of reluctant arousal, and the sickly aroma of sweat, testosterone and semen. His lithe body flexes and squirms as he tries to break free from his handlers and escape, but he already wasted most of his energy trying to break out of his cage. His eyes glaze over with terror as he realises this is real and there's nothing he can do to stop it. He is forced onto a dildo, crying out in pain as it penetrates his tight virgin hole, a gag brutally shoved into his mouth to muffle his helpless exclamations, and his body secured tightly in place with barely an inch to move. After he has been 'primed' and become suitably aroused, his cock will be inserted into a pump and the milking process will begin. It won't stop until he is dry, spent, every last drop extracted. Then he will be locked away again for another day - before being dragged back to the production line for even more milking. (if: $caught is 0 and $fail is 0)[You've done a decent job and the Organisation is impressed. But there are still two targets remaining... (link: "Kieron")[(set: $caught to 2)(goto: "twink")] (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 2)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 1)[Well, at least you've caught one. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 2)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 3)[Well, at least you've caught one. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "Kieron")[(set: $caught to 2)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "Kieron")[(set: $caught to 32)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 3 and $fail is 1)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 32)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 12)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 3)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 12)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 512)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 3)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 512)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 31)[(link: "Hat-trick!")[(set: $caught to 312)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 13)[(link: "Hat-trick!")[(set: $caught to 132)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 351)[(link: "Four in a row!")[(set: $caught to 3512)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 513)[(link: "Four in a row!")[(set: $caught to 5132)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 31)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 2)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 13)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 2)(goto: "End")]]

(if: $caught is 0)[After being locked away for a day to recover and be fed, Nate is dragged from his cage to the 'production line' - a nickname given to the long row of naked young straight men, each bound and gagged and nourished via an intravenous drip, forced to sit impaled on vibrating dildos, with their hard cocks being mercilessly milked by self-lubricating cock pumps and their cum being forcibly siphoned into storage containers underneath where they sit.] Nate remains defiant as he is led into an ominous room of several production lines, the air filled with the sound of buzzing dildos, slurping pumps, frightened whimpers, tired moans of reluctant arousal, and the sickly aroma of sweat, testosterone and semen. He struggles and shouts, protests and curses, refusing to submit, refusing to believe that such a place could even exist, stubbornly denying his fate as though he expects someone to burst in and rescue him at any moment. He is forced onto a dildo, screaming with anger as it penetrates his tight virgin hole, a gag brutally shoved into his mouth to muffle his angry exclamations, and his body secured tightly in place with barely an inch to move. After he has been 'primed' and become suitably aroused, his cock will be inserted into a pump and the milking process will begin. It won't stop until he is dry, spent, every last drop extracted. Then he will be locked away again for another day - before being dragged back to the production line for even more milking. (if: $caught is 0 and $fail is 0)[You've done a decent job and the Organisation is impressed. But there are still two targets remaining... (link: "Kieron")[(set: $caught to 3)(goto: "twink")] (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 3)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 1)[Well, at least you've caught one. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 3)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 2)[Well, at least you've caught one. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "Kieron")[(set: $caught to 3)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "Kieron")[(set: $caught to 23)(goto: "twink")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 2 and $fail is 1)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 23)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 13)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 1 and $fail is 2)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 13)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 513)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51 and $fail is 2)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 513)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 21)[(link: "Hat-trick!")[(set: $caught to 213)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 12)[(link: "Hat-trick!")[(set: $caught to 123)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 251)[(link: "Four in a row!")[(set: $caught to 2513)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 512)[(link: "Four in a row!")[(set: $caught to 5123)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 12)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 3)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 0 and $fail is 21)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 3)(goto: "End")]]

One thing you've always wanted to do is subject your friend to a sadistic tickle torture. It's almost like he can read your thoughts as you start removing his clothes and licking your lips in anticipation. He whimpers and tries to reason with you, but the gag obscures his words. You loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, one little button at a time. Stuart squirms and struggles, but he's not going anywhere. You open his shirt to expose his lean and lightly hairy torso. He flinches and giggles as your hands creep over his naked skin, fingers fluttering over his ribs. "Uuuuhnhnhnhnhgg!" He tries to scream through his laughter as you continue to explore his body... your tongue gently lapping at his pink nipples while your fingers scuttle under his armpits and he lets out a howl. His armpits are particularly ticklish. He yelps and giggles helplessly as you dig in and give those pits a sustained, torturous tickling. Eventually you turn your attention from his pits to his sides, fingers tickling up and down his body as he twitches from side-to-side. "Unhunhunhunhunh!" Stuart's body bucks and jerks in a tickle-induced panic as he screams with childish laughter through his gag. You tickle his stomach, stroking his hairy treasure trail and wiggling his cute little 'outie' belly button with the tip of your finger as he tries to suck his gut in. This is one ticklish boy! And you haven't even started on his feet yet... (link: "But I thought we were friends!")[(set: $stuart to "tickle")(goto: "But I thought")]

One thing you've always wanted to do is forcibly milk your friend dry. It's almost like he can read your thoughts as you start removing his clothes and licking your lips in anticipation. He whimpers and tries to reason with you, but the gag obscures his words. You lift up his shirt to expose his furry treasure trail and cute little 'outie' belly button. With your forefinger you trace his trail all the way down to the waistband of his office trousers. He flinches and cries. You unbuckle his belt. He shakes his head and tries to beg. You unbutton the waist and unzip his trousers, pulling them down to reveal his boxer shorts. You grope at his cock and balls through the soft fabric of his underwear and he tries to squirm away from you - but he's not going anywhere. You can see the disbelief and fear in his eyes as he nervously watches you pull his underwear down to expose his limp dick. Cut. Natural pubes. Nice big balls. As he feels the cold air of the room against his private parts and your fingers brush against his balls, his brain misinterprets his nervousness as excitement and his cock already starts to stiffen a little. (link-reveal: "You loosen his tie")[ and unbutton his shirt, exposing his lean and lightly hairy torso. You turn your attention to his pink little nipples, gently pinching them between your thumb and forefinger, tweaking and rubbing them. He clenches his fists and lets out a pathetic little yelp. You kiss his upper body all the way down to his hips. His cock is still getting hard. He hasn't had much attention from girls before, so you imagine he might be pretty sexually frustrated. Hey, you're probably doing him a favour. You continue to tease and stimulate his helpless body as he lays there whimpering and shuddering. You kiss the insides of his thighs, letting your tongue creep around his balls and slither into those hard-to-reach areas, while your hand caresses his abdomen and strokes his treasure trail. And all the while his cock is getting harder... and harder... and harder... (link: "But I thought we were friends!")[(set: $stuart to "milk")(goto: "But I thought")]]

(if: $stuart is 0)[After being locked away for a day to recover and be fed, Stuart is dragged from his cage to the 'production line' - a nickname given to the long row of naked young straight men, each bound and gagged and nourished via an intravenous drip, forced to sit impaled on vibrating dildos, with their hard cocks being mercilessly milked by self-lubricating cock pumps and their cum being forcibly siphoned into storage containers underneath where they sit. Stuart is a snivelling, trembling wreck as he is led into an ominous room of several production lines, the air filled with the sound of buzzing dildos, slurping pumps, frightened whimpers, tired moans of reluctant arousal, and the sickly aroma of sweat, testosterone and semen. His eyes widen in panic and sheer disbelief that this is really happening to him, struggling to comprehend the sight of all the helpless young men repeatedly being forced to cum against their will. Never in his worst nightmares could he have imagined such a thing as this. He is forced onto a dildo, wailing with pain as it penetrates his tight virgin hole, a gag brutally shoved into his mouth to muffle his confused exclamations, and his body secured tightly in place with barely an inch to move. After he has been 'primed' and become suitably aroused, his cock will be inserted into a pump and the milking process will begin. It won't stop until he is dry, spent, every last drop extracted. Then he will be locked away again for another day - before being dragged back to the production line for even more milking. (link: "Using your initiative")[(set: $caught to 4)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $stuart is "milk" or $stuart is "tickle")[After being locked away for a day to recover and be fed, Stuart is dragged from his cage to the 'production line' - a nickname given to the long row of naked young straight men, each bound and gagged and nourished via an intravenous drip, forced to sit impaled on vibrating dildos, with their hard cocks being mercilessly milked by self-lubricating cock pumps and their cum being forcibly siphoned into storage containers underneath where they sit. Stuart is a snivelling, trembling wreck as he is led into an ominous room of several production lines, the air filled with the sound of buzzing dildos, slurping pumps, frightened whimpers, tired moans of reluctant arousal, and the sickly aroma of sweat, testosterone and semen. His eyes widen in panic and sheer disbelief that this is really happening to him, struggling to comprehend the sight of all the helpless young men repeatedly being forced to cum against their will. Never in his worst nightmares could he have imagined such a thing as this. He is forced onto a dildo, wailing with pain as it penetrates his tight virgin hole, a gag brutally shoved into his mouth to muffle his confused exclamations, and his body secured tightly in place with barely an inch to move. After he has been 'primed' and become suitably aroused, his cock will be inserted into a pump and the milking process will begin. It won't stop until he is dry, spent, every last drop extracted. Then he will be locked away again for another day - before being dragged back to the production line for even more milking. (link: "Using your initiative")[(set: $caught to 4)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $stuart is "wait")[On second thought, you just can't do it to your own friend. You remember all the times he's been a good pal to you and as you look down at his terrified face you feel a little guilty. //But// not so guilty that you won't hand him over when the Collectors arrive. As they hogtie your friend and take him away, your guilt is swiftly replaced by arousal at the thought of what's in store for your friend... (link-reveal: "After being locked away")[ for a day to recover and be fed, Stuart is dragged from his cage to the 'production line' - a nickname given to the long row of naked young straight men, each bound and gagged and nourished via an intravenous drip, forced to sit impaled on vibrating dildos, with their hard cocks being mercilessly milked by self-lubricating cock pumps and their cum being forcibly siphoned into storage containers underneath where they sit. Stuart is a snivelling, trembling wreck as he is led into an ominous room of several production lines, the air filled with the sound of buzzing dildos, slurping pumps, frightened whimpers, tired moans of reluctant arousal, and the sickly aroma of sweat, testosterone and semen. His eyes widen in panic and sheer disbelief that this is really happening to him, struggling to comprehend the sight of all the helpless young men repeatedly being forced to cum against their will. Never in his worst nightmares could he have imagined such a thing as this. He is forced onto a dildo, wailing with fear as it penetrates his tight virgin hole, a gag brutally shoved into his mouth to muffle his confused exclamations, and his body secured tightly in place with barely an inch to move. After he has been 'primed' and become suitably aroused, his cock will be inserted into a pump and the milking process will begin. It won't stop until he is dry, spent, every last drop extracted. Then he will be locked away again for another day - before being dragged back to the production line for even more milking. (link: "Using your initiative")[(set: $caught to 4)(goto: "End")]]]

(if: $stuart is "milk")[After a sustained period of patient teasing Stuart's straight-boy cock is fully erect, the head sticky with pre-cum. Your tongue slithers up from his balls and the tip licks up and down the length of his shaft. Veins bulging. Stuart cries and sobs as the tip of your tongue reaches the head of his cock, slurping around the glans and dipping into the moist slit. You can taste salt. You sit up, wrap your fingers around Stuart's long, skinny dick and start masturbating him. He continues to snivel and shake his head, but no matter how much he tries to resist you're sure deep down he must be enjoying this. It's been a while since a girl touched him like this, so what's he got to complain about? Up and down, up and down... you wank his cock while his body writhes about on the bed and he moans with a mixture of pleasure, fear and disgust. With your free hand you lightly tickle his groin, and your fingers flutter around his balls. (link-reveal: "You jerk him off")[ faster and faster as his moans get louder and he shakes his head more furiously... and suddenly he shoots his first load, a thick glob of cum spurting out over his stomach and coating his treasure trail. But you don't stop. You want more. You want every last drop you can get. And soon enough, another glob of cum erupts from his cock... and another... and another. Eventually, one last sticky string of semen oozes out and dribbles down your hand. You keep jerking Stuart's dick until you're absolutely sure there's nothing left. Finally, as he lays there sobbing and panting, you lap up the little pools of cum all over his stomach, like a cat with a saucer of milk. You're delighted to discover that your friend had so much cum in him and that he tastes this good. Or maybe it tastes this good because it took so much patience and determination to get it. Victory is sweet, they say. The doorbell rings. The Collectors have arrived. Once you've got him cleaned up, he's all theirs to take back to the Organisation... (link: "Stuart's fate")[(goto: "Stuart's fate")]]]\ (elseif: $stuart is "tickle")[Stuart prays that you've decided to let him go - or at least give him a break - as you stand back for a second. He is panting heavily through his nose and sweating profusely. But you've only paused to remove his shoes and socks. He lifts his head and watches anxiously as you unlace his smart black office shoes. They slip off his big feet so smoothly thanks to the thin black dress socks he's wearing. You can clearly see the outline of his toes through the fabric. You run a finger along his sole. He emits a frightened little whelp... You start tickling his feet and he cries with laughter. It's almost as if the socks make his feet extra ticklish! He wriggles about so much that the bed frame rattles and the headboard thumps against the wall. You peel one of his socks off. The sole of his bare foot is so smooth and soft where he's been wearing those shoes all day at work. The top of the foot is quite bony with a few wisps of light hair. You lick the length of his long, narrow sole and he practically leaps out of the bed - or //would// do, were it not for the restraints. You peel the other sock off and go to work on both bare feet, letting your fingers flit up and down his soles as he weeps with laughter and poking the tip of your tongue between each of his toes. For so many years you've dreamt of having your friend's ticklish feet at your mercy, and now your dream has come true. (link-reveal: "In the bedside drawer")[ you have a collection of feathers for such an occasion. You never imagined you'd get the chance to try them out on Stuart. You get a nice long fluffy feather and pull two of Stuart's toes apart slightly. He tries to resist, but isn't quick enough to stop you from sliding the feather between his toes, dragging it back and forth. Stuart squeals as you go along his toes one-by-one, slipping the feather in and tickling between them. First the left foot... then the right foot... Stuart's toes wiggle and curl as he pants and giggles through his gag. After the toes, some light teasing of his soles... just letting the tip of the feather brush against his soft skin, up and down... Stuart is a blubbering, breathless wreck by the time you've finished. After putting the feather to one side you resume tickling his bare feet with your fingers (and tongue) for a while longer, until the doorbell rings. The Collectors have arrived, but at least you got to have some fun with your friend before delivering him into the hands of the Organisation... (link: "Stuart's fate")[(goto: "Stuart's fate")]]]

(if: $caught is 1 or $caught is 2 or $caught is 3)[RANK: PROMISING RECRUIT As a reward for successfully capturing one of the three possible targets, the Organisation has granted you daily access to the production lines, meaning you will be allowed to get up close and personal with any of the boys being milked and able to help yourself to a bottle of any boy's milk whenever you please. Good work, (print: $name)! Targets captured: 1 out of 3 Bonus target: Not captured (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 12 or $caught is 13 or $caught is 21 or $caught is 23 or $caught is 31 or $caught is 32)[RANK: SKILLED RECRUIT As a reward for successfully capturing at least one of the three possible targets, the Organisation has granted you daily access to the production lines, meaning you will be allowed to get up close and personal with any of the boys being milked and able to help yourself to a bottle of any boy's milk whenever you please. And as an extra reward for successfully capturing two of the three possible targets, the Organisation has offered you a special bonus: a bottle of (print: $celeb)'s milk, extracted in a special assignment, for your own consumption or to sell on the black market. (if: $celeb is "Brooklyn Beckham" or $celeb is "Brooklyn" or $celeb is "brooklyn beckham" or $celeb is "brooklyn")[//Great minds think alike! You can read about Brooklyn being kidnapped and milked here: http://takenandtickledtoo.tumblr.com/post/167776578440/story-what-he-saw //] Great work, (print: $name)! Targets captured: 2 out of 3 Bonus target: Not captured (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 51) [RANK: PROMISING RECRUIT As a reward for successfully capturing one of the three possible targets, the Organisation has granted you daily access to the production lines, meaning you will be allowed to get up close and personal with any of the boys being milked and able to help yourself to a bottle of any boy's milk whenever you please. PLUS, as a reward for capturing the twink's brother the Organisation has offered you an extra special bonus: a free bottle of milk taken fresh from the production line. You may claim your bonus here: (link: "Get milk!")[(goto: "fresh milk")] Otherwise, good work, (print: $name)! Targets captured: 1 out of 3 Bonus target: Captured (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 512 or $caught is 513 or $caught is 251 or $caught is 351)[RANK: SKILLED RECRUIT As a reward for successfully capturing at least one of the three possible targets, the Organisation has granted you daily access to the production lines, meaning you will be allowed to get up close and personal with any of the boys being milked and able to help yourself to a bottle of any boy's milk whenever you please. And as an extra reward for successfully capturing two of the three possible targets, the Organisation has offered you a special bonus: a bottle of (print: $celeb)'s milk, extracted in a special assignment, for your own consumption or to sell on the black market. (if: $celeb is "Brooklyn Beckham" or $celeb is "Brooklyn" or $celeb is "brooklyn beckham" or $celeb is "brooklyn")[//Great minds think alike! You can read about Brooklyn being kidnapped and milked here: http://takenandtickledtoo.tumblr.com/post/167776578440/story-what-he-saw //] PLUS, as a reward for capturing the twink's brother the Organisation has offered you an extra special bonus: a free bottle of milk taken fresh from the production line. You may claim your bonus here: (link: "Get milk!")[(goto: "fresh milk")] Great work, (print: $name)! Targets captured: 2 out of 3 Bonus target: Captured (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 123 or $caught is 132 or $caught is 213 or $caught is 231 or $caught is 312 or $caught is 321)[RANK: RECRUIT OF THE MONTH As a reward for successfully capturing at least one of the three possible targets, the Organisation has granted you daily access to the production lines, meaning you will be allowed to get up close and personal with any of the boys being milked and able to help yourself to a bottle of any boy's milk whenever you please. And as an extra reward for successfully capturing all three targets, the Organisation has named you 'Recruit of the Month', which grants you the opportunity to have (print: $celeb) kidnapped and dragged in for milking. Just say the word and the Organisation will handle the rest. (if: $celeb is "Brooklyn Beckham" or $celeb is "Brooklyn" or $celeb is "brooklyn beckham" or $celeb is "brooklyn")[//Great minds think alike! You can read about Brooklyn being kidnapped and milked here: http://takenandtickledtoo.tumblr.com/post/167776578440/story-what-he-saw //] In addition, as a bonus for bringing back all three boys, the Organisation is prepared to let you suggest straight boys to kidnap in the future. So if you've ever wanted to see that fit friend, co-worker, your sister's boyfriend, your brother or anyone else milked dry, now's your chance! Excellent work, (print: $name)! Targets captured: 3 out of 3 Bonus target: Not captured (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 4)[RANK: ENTERPRISING RECRUIT Although you failed to catch any of the three main targets, you still managed to find a fresh piece of meat for the Organisation to torment. As a reward for your initiative, the Organisation is willing to keep you around and give you another chance after all. Just don't stuff it up next time - jobs like this are rare and precious. Well done, (print: $name)! (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 5123 or $caught is 5132 or $caught is 2351 or $caught is 3251 or $caught is 2513 or $caught is 3512)[RANK: RECRUIT OF THE MONTH As a reward for successfully capturing at least one of the three possible targets, the Organisation has granted you daily access to the production lines, meaning you will be allowed to get up close and personal with any of the boys being milked and able to help yourself to a bottle of any boy's milk whenever you please. And as an extra reward for successfully capturing all three targets, the Organisation has named you 'Recruit of the Month', which grants you the opportunity to have (print: $celeb) kidnapped and dragged in for milking. Just say the word and the Organisation will handle the rest. (if: $celeb is "Brooklyn Beckham" or $celeb is "Brooklyn" or $celeb is "brooklyn beckham" or $celeb is "brooklyn")[//Great minds think alike! You can read about Brooklyn being kidnapped and milked here: http://takenandtickledtoo.tumblr.com/post/167776578440/story-what-he-saw //] In addition, as a bonus for bringing back all three boys, the Organisation is prepared to let you suggest straight boys to kidnap in the future. So if you've ever wanted to see that fit friend, co-worker, your sister's boyfriend, your brother or anyone else milked dry, now's your chance! PLUS, as a reward for capturing the twink's brother the Organisation has offered you an extra special bonus: a free bottle of milk taken fresh from the production line. You may claim your bonus here: (link: "Get milk!")[(goto: "fresh milk")] Superb work, (print: $name)! Targets captured: 3 out of 3 Bonus target: Captured (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]

You may select one bottle of fresh milk from the current production line: (link-reveal: "Horny skaterboy")[(replace: "Neighbourhood punk")[](replace: "Emo brat")[](replace: "Goofy nerd")[](replace: "Preppy rich kid")[] Connor was one cool dude, hanging out at the skatepark most days and showing off his sick moves. Now he spends most days hanging out on the production line, showing off how full of cum he is. The bottle is still warm as you pour out a small amount into a cup. Connor's milk is so thick and sticky it's difficult to sip. It has a robust, tangy, salty flavour. You'll need a straw to finish this bottle. (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]] (link-reveal: "Neighbourhood punk")[(replace: "Horny skaterboy")[](replace: "Emo brat")[](replace: "Goofy nerd")[](replace: "Preppy rich kid")[] Mitchell was one of those cocky lads you see swaggering around town smoking and boozing, acting the tough guy in front of his friends. If only they could see him now - a crying, whimpering wreck. The bottle is still warm as you pour out a small amount into a cup. Mitchell's milk is thin and watery with a slightly sour, acidic taste as you sip it. Better for dipping rather than sipping. (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]] (link-reveal: "Emo brat")[(replace: "Horny skaterboy")[](replace: "Neighbourhood punk")[](replace: "Goofy nerd")[](replace: "Preppy rich kid")[] Jordan was your average sulky teenager who hated his parents and thought the world was against him. He never realised how cruel the world could be until we got our hands on him. The bottle is still warm as you pour out a small amount into a cup. Jordan's milk has a smooth creamy consistency, and a distinct sweet 'n' salty flavour like popcorn as you sip it. A good bottle for a night in. (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]] (link-reveal: "Goofy nerd")[(replace: "Horny skaterboy")[](replace: "Neighbourhood punk")[](replace: "Emo brat")[](replace: "Preppy rich kid")[] Patrick was such a clown, always making people laugh and trying to chat up girls who were out of his league. The only people laughing now are the Handlers who drag him from his cage every other day. The bottle is still warm as you pour out a small amount into a cup. Patrick's milk has quite a thin, runny consistency which makes it easy to sip, and an oddly fruity taste. A refreshing bottle to start the day. (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]] (link-reveal: "Preppy rich kid")[(replace: "Horny skaterboy")[](replace: "Neighbourhood punk")[](replace: "Emo brat")[](replace: "Goofy nerd")[] Taylor was the archetypal spoilt little rich kid, but all his money - he tried to bribe us to let him go - couldn't save him from being repeatedly milked dry on the production line. The bottle is still warm as you pour out a small amount into a cup. Taylor's milk has a slightly lumpy consistency, but a pleasantly bitter flavour like olives. A bottle to reserve for special occasions. (link: "The End")[(goto: "Start")]]

(set: $name to (prompt: "Please enter player's first name.", "Recruit's name"))\ (set: $celeb to (prompt: "Name a male celebrity you have a crush on.", "e.g. Justin Bieber"))\ (if: $name is "")[Please choose a name to continue. [[Start over->Start]]]\ (elseif: $celeb is "")[Please choose a famous male to continue. Even if it's someone really embarrassing. [[Start over->Start]]]\ (else:)[Welcome to the Organisation, (print: $name). Your chosen famous male is (print: $celeb). [[Continue->Three options]] [[Choose again->Start]]]

(if: $caught is 0 or $caught is 5)[After being locked away for a day to recover and be fed, Kieron and Max are dragged from their cages to the 'production line' - a nickname given to the long row of naked young straight men, each bound and gagged and nourished via an intravenous drip, forced to sit impaled on vibrating dildos, with their hard cocks being mercilessly milked by self-lubricating cock pumps and their cum being forcibly siphoned into storage containers underneath where they sit.] A special place is found on the production line for the two brothers to sit next to each other. It will be interesting to see which will produce the most milk over time. Kieron can't stop yelling 'No! Please! Let us go!' while Max quietly tries to reassure his brother that everything will be okay. They are led into an ominous room of several production lines, the air filled with the sound of buzzing dildos, slurping pumps, frightened whimpers, tired moans of reluctant arousal, and the sickly aroma of sweat, testosterone and semen. They shiver with fear and disgust at the sight of other young men just like them, with expressions of horror on their faces as they are forced to cum over and over again. "You can't do this! This is wrong!" Kieron screams. Nothing in his young, sheltered life could have prepared him for anything as disturbing as this. The brothers are forced onto dildos, side-by-side. Kieron gasps in shock as it penetrates his tight virgin hole. Max yelps and sobs. Gags are shoved into their mouths to muffle their frightened exclamations, and their bodies are secured tightly in place with barely an inch to move. After they have been 'primed' and become suitably aroused, their cocks will be inserted into pumps and the milking process will begin. It won't stop until they are both dry, spent, every last drop extracted. Then they will be locked away again for another day - before being dragged back to the production line for even more milking. (if: $caught is 5 and $fail is 0)[You've done a decent job and the Organisation is impressed. But there are still two targets remaining... (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 51)(goto: "gymnast")] (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 51)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 5 and $fail is 2)[Well, at least you've caught one, plus the brother. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 51)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 5 and $fail is 3)[Well, at least you've caught one, plus the brother. Maybe the Organisation will be impressed if you catch the final target as well? (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 51)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 25 and $fail is 3)[(link: "Two out three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 251)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 25 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "Nate")[(set: $caught to 251)(goto: "fuckboy")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 35 and $fail is 0)[You've done a great job and the Organisation is very impressed. Two down, one to go. (link: "James")[(set: $caught to 351)(goto: "gymnast")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 35 and $fail is 2)[(link: "Two out of three ain't bad")[(set: $caught to 351)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 235)[(link: "Four in a row!")[(set: $caught to 2351)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 325)[(link: "Four in a row!")[(set: $caught to 3251)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 5 and $fail is 32)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 51)(goto: "End")]]\ (elseif: $caught is 5 and $fail is 23)[(link: "One is better than none")[(set: $caught to 51)(goto: "End")]]

(if: $caught is 0)[(set: $caught to 5)]\ (elseif: $caught is 2)[(set: $caught to 25)]\ (elseif: $caught is 3)[(set: $caught to 35)]\ (elseif: $caught is 23)[(set: $caught to 235)]\ (elseif: $caught is 32)[(set: $caught to 325)]\ Downstairs would be the obvious choice as it's the only way out of the building, but... maybe it's //too// obvious? Following your hunch that he might be hiding upstairs you rush up a flight of stairs to the top floor... and find him trying to break into one of the locked offices to hide. He has no choice but to try and run past you to get back down the stairs. There's a tussle as he tackles you and you send him tumbling backwards down the stairs, hitting his head against the wall at the bottom with a dull thud. You quickly follow him down - he's alive, but unconscious. "Max? Max, help me!" You can hear Kieron shouting for his brother from the office. So this is his older brother, Max. Thanks to Kieron posting every detail of his life online you know that Max is 19 and a bookish, sensitive type of guy. While Kieron enjoys showing off, Max is more of an introvert who keeps to himself and studies hard for his course at art school. You still have some cable ties in your pocket to get Max tied up while he's out cold. He's a handsome boy with dimples and medium-length hair which falls over one eye. He's wearing a plain shirt, a pair of chinos turned-up at the bottom to show off his ankles, and a pair of Toms. Looks like you've got a little surprise for the Organisation... [[More than you bargained for]]

(if: $caught is 0)[(set: $caught to 5)]\ (elseif: $caught is 2)[(set: $caught to 25)]\ (elseif: $caught is 3)[(set: $caught to 35)]\ (elseif: $caught is 23)[(set: $caught to 235)]\ (elseif: $caught is 32)[(set: $caught to 325)]\ You figure he must have gone downstairs as that's the only way out. You rush down two flights of stairs before you realise you should have caught up with him by now. Peering down the stairwell, there's no sign of anyone else in the building. Frantic, you turn and hurry back up to the office on the third floor... (link: "Hurry back")[(set: $caught to 0)(goto: "twinkfail")]

The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find Kieron and Max, each strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. The tables are positioned next to each other with a gap between them. Kieron's smooth, tanned body is all spread out, as is Max's much paler body. Max has some soft downy hairs on his legs and arms, and a small tuft of hair in the middle of his chest. Their wrists and ankles are pinned down tight with leather straps. "Where are we? Wh-what's going on?" shouts Kieron. You decide a little test is in order, to see which of the brothers is the most ticklish. "Please, let my brother go! Don't do this!" cries Max. (link-reveal: "You stand between the tables")[ with Kieron's exposed armpit on your left and Max's exposed armpit on your right. You start tickling them both at the same time, burying your scuttling fingers in their soft pits. "Fu-fuck... n-n-no... hahahaha-no, no-haha-sssstop!" Kieron instantly bursts into a fit of boyish giggles. On the other side, Max is whimpering and gritting his teeth, trying to stay strong for his brother by not giving in. "N-nuh-nuh-nuh-no, no.... h-huh... ss-s-stop pl-ple-plehehease!" Max tries to hold it in, but can't help letting out a little chuckle in between his pleas. Your fingers continue creeping from their armpits and down their sides. Both of them are squirming uncomfortably and giggling by now. "Haahahahaahaahahahahaaha sss-ss-sssstop stop no-n-nahahahaha!" squeals Kieron. "D-d-dehehehehehe-don't, pl-pleheheheehehe pleassse s-s-sstop!" laughs Max. [[Coochie-coo->tickle them 2]]]

The holding cell is a small grey room with no windows and one steel door, lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room you find Kieron and Max, each strapped naked to a metallic table which is bolted to the floor. The tables are positioned next to each other with a gap between them. Kieron's smooth, tanned body is all spread out, as is Max's much paler body. Max has some soft downy hairs on his legs and arms, and a small tuft of hair in the centre of his chest. Their wrists and ankles are pinned down tight with leather straps and they both have large, uncomfortable ball-gags stuffed in their mouths. You decide a little test is in order, to see which of the brothers will cum first and how much you can milk out of them. You've come equipped with two extremely powerful massage wands. You stand between the tables with Kieron on your left and Max on your right. They look at you with frightened, anxious expressions, pleading through their gags. You turn on the massage wands. They whir and pulsate. You position one between Kieron's legs, vibrating against his balls... "Nggh!" Kieron mewls like a kitten as the wand sends ripples through his tense young body. (link-reveal: "You position the other wand")[ between Max's legs, touching his balls... "Ungh!" Max shudders and trembles as he feels the strong throbbing sensation under his privates. Leaving the wands to do their thing you are free to explore their vulernable bodies, to increase their arousal. You begin with some gentle nipple teasing, sensually rubbing and tickling their nipples as they squirm. However disgusted and scared they are, they can't ignore how pleasurable it feels. You tenderly kiss their chests, planting little kisses on them all the way down to their belly buttons. At this age they're both still full of hormones. What have they got to complain about? Most teenage boys would probably pay for this kind of attention. You move further down their bodies to caress their legs, stroking them up down, Kieron's right leg and Max's left leg, as the boys groan through their gags. They're both starting to sweat, each desperately trying to fight his body's natural urges, as the wands continue to sexually stimulate them against their will... [[No mercy->milk them 2]]]

"Nnnnggh... uuunnngghh..." The boys groan and moan, drool trickling from the corners of their mouths, powerless to prevent their cocks from slowly reacting to the sexual pressure being applied to their bodies. By now you're gently sucking on their toes; first Kieron's right foot, then Max's left foot. As you look up along their legs you can see their dicks twitching and getting hard. You stand between them again and put your hands on their cocks. They whimper and beg through their gags, shaking their heads, bodies writhing in sexual torture. Kieron's cock is uncut with shaved pubes. Max is also uncut, but with trimmed pubes. With the wands still buzzing away under their balls, you start teasing their cocks. You slide their foreskins back and let the tips of your fingers roll across the exposed heads. "Mmmmphhh... unnngghh..." You slowly start jerking them off, your fingers wrapped around their semi-erect shafts, sliding up... and down... and up... and down... as they cry and sob helplessly. (link-reveal: "Kieron is the first")[ to get hard, his stiff cock pointing straight up, oozing pre-cum. Max is a little more resistant, but you keep patiently working on him, up and down... up and down... until his cock is as erect as his younger brother's. With these two hard cocks in your hands you increase the pace of your jerking, masturbating them both in unison. They grunt and moan and plead as you take control of their dicks and gradually bring them both close to climax. "Ungh... ungh... ungh... ungh... uuungh... uuuungh... uuuuunnngggh..." Kieron can't hold back any longer and with a timid little whimper he shoots a nice stringy load of cum all over his stomach. You keep wanking them both relentlessly, mercilessly. "Nngh... nngh! Ngh! Ungh!" Another string of cum spurts out of Kieron's cock. "Unh-unh-unghhh..." A big sticky blob of cum flows from Max's cock. There's nothing he can do to stop it now. As you continue to jerk them off, Max blows another thick load of cream... and Kieron spurts another string... and still you keep going, not stopping until you've milked every last drop... ...which you figure could take another hour... at least. [[Hand them over->Kieron and Max's fate]]]

Your fingers flit and flutter up and down their sides and over their chests, tickling their ribs and stomachs. "NAAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHASSSTOPSSTOPNONOO!" Kieron definitely appears to be the most ticklish of the two... "EEHEHEEHEHEEHEPLEEHEPLEHEEPLEASEHEHEHESSSTOP!" But then Max is in a fit of hysterics too. Only one way to settle this. You stop tickling them for a second and move to their feet. They both have smooth little feet although Kieron's slightly more tanned than Max's. They both struggle to catch their breath as they watch you eyeing-up their helpless bare feet. "Oh God... no... don't, please, don't... don't tickle our feet, please..." gasps Max. "Wh-what the fuck... no, no way... seriously, not my feet..." Kieron whines. (link-reveal: "They're both practically sobbing")[ as your fingers waggle threateningly over their toes. You start stroking Kieron's right foot first, dragging your nails up and down his warm, soft sole. "AAAGHH NO! AAAGGHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA SSTOP, SSSTOP, SSSSTOP!" "No, stop, let him go! Why are you doing this? He doesn't deserve this, just let him go!" pleads Max. Still tickling Kieron's foot you now begin to tickle Max's left foot as well, tickling both boys together. Max breaks down into tearful laughter. "GAHAHAAHAHAHA, HEEHEHEHEHE NOOO PLEEHEHEHEHEEHEASE!" Your fingers dance up and down their twitching, quivering soles and poke in-between their wiggling toes, sending them both into fits of hysterical giggles, screaming and squealing, writhing and squirming, begging and pleading. Looks like they're both just as ticklish as each other - but it's best to keep going for another hour at least, just to make sure. [[Hand them over->Kieron and Max's fate]]]