Str8 Sensitive Guy Gets Explored

BG said, "Well, I don't even think he's 5.3! No way."

As they continued to stare down and assessing me, I felt yet another tick up. They were well aware of the affect their casual banter and peering eyes were having on me.

SG said, "You know, some guys are showers and some guys are growers. Maybe he's a grower."

A tick up again.

BG said, "You mean those who have large flaccid dicks that don't get much bigger when erect are showers and those who look small when limp but grow a lot when erect are growers?"

Another bump up in elevation and now I was glistening with pre cum.

SG said, "Yes, that's what I mean. Maybe he's a grower. Hold on, I have an idea." He walked into the office and returned a moment later with cloth tape measure in his hand.

BG said, "Seriously? You want to measure him?"

Boom another jump up.

SG said, "Yeah, but we need to get him all the way hard first. Are you gay?" he asked me.

The question took me by surprise. "Excuse me," I replied.

"Are you attracted to men? Do you think us two guys can get you fully erect?" SG persisted.

I answered, "I've never been touched by another man before," as my penis bounced up another notch.

SG scoffed, "That didn't answer my question, but it looks like your little guy is answering for you."

They were still staring down at me and I felt another tick up that had me now pointing to ceiling. I was just about at the stage where my semi would complete its transformation into a full.

BG said, "Now let me get something." He walked over to the massage table and grabbed the bottle of massage oil. He came back, oiled his large meaty hands, squatted down and wrapped a slippery paw around my almost fully firm shaft.

I sadly only need a few fingers to count the number of times in my life that someone besides me has touched my penis (and I'm including doctors). The sensation racked my body in shock and pleasure. I don't know what it is about the touch from another person, but without even doing anything more than a light squeeze he gave me a sensation I'd never felt before. It wasn't just my body that jolted. I was now at full mast, no matter how tall or small that mast might be. They both noticed my reaction and laughed again.

BG said," I don't think he gets any bigger than this and look, he's rock hard, but he gets lost in my palm. His tip doesn't even poke over!"

They giggled but then SG defended me, "Your giant hands make even a basketball look small. Give the little dude a break. You're gonna give him a complex."

I was burning red with embarrassment and my fully loaded cock throbbed with my pulse in his grip.

"Alright?" SG asked me. "Have you maxed out yet? Can I measure you now?"

Knowing it was inevitable that this was happening whether I approved or not, I gave a slight nod. "Yes." I was fully erect.

SG nudged BG's hand away, which had still been holding my member. He said, "Just to be sure it's reached its full potential..." He bent over, opened his mouth and enveloped the whole of my length into his wet, warm cavity. His lips were all the way down at the base of my shaft. I would have been impressed by the deep throating, but I had just tonight learned that apparently I'm not that much of a mouthful. His wiggling and slithering tongue on the underside of my throbbing shaft felt like magic massage fingers. I don't know how he was doing it but I knew that if he kept it going for even 10 seconds longer, I would have exploded a load right then. Just in time, he backed off me.

I still glistened as his saliva had now replaced my pre cum. At this point I began to wonder if something was wrong with me. It's one thing to be sensitive but I seemed to be overly so. Every touch was like an electric jolt. I became fully erect from little more than just words, humiliation and staring. I almost just blew my load from being in that guy's mouth for all of about 15 seconds. Was this normal? Am I just sensitive, am I doing something wrong or is something wrong with me?

My whole life I had a vague idea that might be a little ticklish, but isn't everyone? My siblings are younger than me and I never had any tickle-bullies in my life to put this to the test. Here I was, a full grown 22 year old man, laying here a helpless victim. I felt like a child. Further contemplation on this subject would have to wait because right now the time had come to size me up.

He took hold of the underside of my shaft (again causing a small gasp despite everything I'd already been through tonight) with one hand and placed the end of the measuring tape right where the base meets my pelvis. Holding it in place, he then ran cloth measure up the length of my shaft, snug to every contour and curved it around to the slit at the top of the head. He marked the spot between two fingers and showed his friend who had taken over the video recording.

"Look! 5.5 inches! He's actually above average!" SG exclaimed. He seemed oddly proud.

BG said, "Okay, but just barely. And it still looks small to me. Like he's a pre-teen or something."

More humiliation. I blushed once again and my penis continued pulse with every beat of my heart.

"Do you think we can get him to blow his load?" This was from SG. "I know he said he's not gay but we got him erect without much effort. Look at it just bobbing there. He looks like he's ready to bust a nut."

BG said, "The question isn't can we make him cum. The question is how long can he hold out? This guy has probably been the most sensitive and ticklish guy I've ever encountered. Every touch has been like a bolt of lightning. If we tickle his pickle, it will undoubtedly yield a result."

SG said, "Okay so what do you think? He lasts 5 minutes?"

BG laughed, "Ha! More like 2 minutes!"

SG said, "Let's find out. I insist on doing the honors!"

BG was still recording and said, "Go for it."

SG grabbed the massage oil and lubed up his hands. He looked at me and asked, "Do you give massages here at the club?"

I didn't answer him but the fact is I don't. I am not certified.

He asked me, "When you give massages do you give happy endings?"

I just stared at him.

He said, "I bet you do. Or at least if you don't, you fantasize about doing it."

BG chortled. "Now who's humiliating him?"

This dialogue was not causing any softening of my hard on. My cock continued to bob away in concert with my pulse.

SG said, "Well, think of this as the grand finale happy ending to cap off your special night." With that he took ahold of my manhood and even though I knew it was coming, I still couldn't suppress the involuntary twitch and gasp of the sudden contact.

He began slowly with some basic up and down strokes. He gradually extended those strokes to continue up and glide across my sensitive mushroom cap. I really was trying to hold it back. I found I was inadvertently holding my breath. He then steepled his fingers together and enveloped me between his palms gliding up and down and twisting around. A few minutes earlier, when I was in his mouth, I was convinced that that that would be the most intense sexual feeling I would ever have in my life. I was now thinking that it had become a close second to what I was experiencing in this moment.

Despite being 22, I am still been a virgin. My only orgasms so far in life had been self-inflicted. This man knew what he was doing. First with that mouth and now with these expert hands. It was like that scene from Ghost and my penis was the modeling clay on the spinning pedestal. I know I wasn't actually spinning but his twisting motions were making me feel otherwise.

I didn't think it was possible, but I felt like I had gotten even harder than I was before. I couldn't help but think that if he stopped to measure me again right now, I might have added another ¼ inch.

He knew and he knew I was close to climaxing. He concentrated on the upper portion of the sensitive underside just below the head. As I started to convulse, he returned to those strokes that grazed across the plump, purple bulb. I was panting and groaning. My face was beet red. I shot the biggest load of my life, but SG didn't stop. He kept ahold of me and continued his relentless stroking. He seemed to want to milk every last drop out of me. I was now ultra-sensitive after the intense climax and the continued attention was quickly shifting from pleasure to unbearable torture. He realized what he was absent mindedly doing to me and slowed his pace, eased his grip and left the tip alone. Relief. Eventually my dick had given all it had to give and SG let go.

In the end, according to BG's watch, from start to spurt I lasted all of 60 seconds. They both had another good laugh, this time over my lack of stamina. I laid there panting and tried to recover. Their humiliating words and laughs had no impact this time on the state of my dick. When it was over, I crashed hard. Having just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, I now found myself in the throes of a serious refractory period. I felt myself shrivel to a smaller state than I could remember since I was 10 years old.

Tonight I was victim, a toy, a play thing. Why had it turned me on?

They told me to get up and get dressed. I was hesitant though because the way I was sitting concealed my shrinkage from them. With the main festivities over, they weren't paying as close attention to me as before. They had purposefully tossed all of my clothes far away and in different directions throughout the evening. Retrieving them would mean displaying myself and being subject to further ridicule. When they noticed that I wasn't moving BG walked over, grabbed a wrist and, without much effort, pulled me up to standing. It was right at that moment that the suited man walked back in through the door.

As I stood there stark naked in front of him, his eyes met mine then slowly worked their way down my torso and to my barely 2 inch frightened, shriveled penis. He pointed and burst out laughing. Once again the humiliation colored my face, but still had no effect down below where I had not yet recovered. For the second time tonight I felt like a toddler, this time standing there sporting a baby dick.

He asked me, "What the hell is that?"

I stood a little taller, raised my head a little higher and said," I'm a grower, not a shower."

All three of them exploded in laughter and even I had to smile. SG said to his boss, "We measured and at full erection he posts a 5.5 incher!"

The suited man said, "I can't believe that teenie penie could transform that much. Not that 5.5 is anything to be proud of."

SG told his boss, "We'll show you the video later."

The suited man walked right up to me and poked a finger into my sternum. He said, "We were never here tonight and you've never seen us before in your life. We know there is no cctv so the only evidence would be from you as a witness."

He was right. This was a small, privately owned facility and the owner never committed to the expense of a security system. I assured him I would never say a word.

He said, "If you do expose us, I will send my guys here back and they wouldn't be so polite next time." He held my gaze for minute and then accepted my answer. He removed his finger from chest, turned and asked his stooges, "Did you have fun tonight?"

They both answered in the affirmative and SG added, "It was even more fun than I could have imagined."

The suited man turned back to me, "What about you? Did you have fun tonight?"

I didn't answer.

The suited man said, "Look, it could have been a whole different night. They could have stripped you, searched you, then beat the shit out of you. Would that have been better?"

He looked like he expected an answer so I nodded slightly and said in a meek voice, "I did have fun."

The suited man said to his goons, "Alright, it's late. Say goodbye to your toy and let's get out of here."

BG stayed where he was, but smiled and waved with insincere enthusiasm.

SG came over to me. I hadn't had a chance to gather my clothes yet so I was standing there still totally naked. He put his left arm around my shoulders, pulled me into him and put his lips against my right ear. He put his right hand on my belly mound and began a light rub in concentric circles. He whispered to me, "Do you know what my favorite part of you was?"

I waited.

He continued, "It was your belly button. I was drawn in and mesmerised by it from the first moment I saw it. You know, when you raised your arms and your shirt slid up? You have the sexiest, hottest, cutest belly button I have ever seen on any guy or girl. It even makes up for your smelly feet and small dick." I burned again in shame.

SG continued, "Any time you want me to lavish attention on that belly button, you call me." He stopped rubbing my tummy to pull his hand away, but not before inserting a finger into my innie hole one last time. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card with a phone number on it. He said, "I'm serious, call anytime. I could also help you with that stamina problem. Your size is maybe passable, but 60 seconds won't satisfy anyone. I could practice with you and build that up."

It was probably the combination of his warm, wet breath in my ear, the rubbing of my belly and the last parting shots of humiliation, but the whole right side of my body sprouted goosebumps, got all tingly and my member began to wake up and spring back to life.

BG, from several steps away, noticed this and chastised his partner. "Hey, come on. We gotta go before he pops a woody again and you want to stay another 3 hours."

SG said to BG, "At least I took a souvenir, plus the video and photos."

BG said, "Oh yeah? I took a souvenir too."

With that, they left. SG was mouthing to me: "Call me!" his whole way out.

I wanted to go flip the bolt locking them out, but unfortunately I couldn't do that without standing stark naked in front of the glass door lit up like an aquarium to anyone out in the dark street. My clothes were still scattered in every direction. I gathered them up and began to get dressed. It took a long 10 minutes to do so because every article was turned inside out and I had to re-lace both sneakers. I thought I had gathered everything, but while dressing I discovered that I couldn't find my underwear and one sock. I thought to myself, souvenirs.

Once dressed, I went back over to the mat and cleaned up my extracted seed. I pulled on my jacket, reloaded my searched belongings back into my bag, grabbed it and left, locking the door behind me. As I made my way across the street to my apartment, I was keenly aware of how odd it felt to be walking in my sneakers with one sock on and one sock missing.

When I finally made it home, 3 hours later than I intended, I found that my apartment was indeed torn apart. There was no sign of forced entry... they have their ways. These guys had literally invaded every aspect of my life. They had their way with everything I own, including manhandling my body. The mess of my apartment would be tomorrow's problem. I plopped myself down on my bed and slept the sleep of the dead for the next 12 hours.

I think of that night often. When I do, I still blush from the shame, but also, I can't help the swelling that happens involuntarily in my pants. These men know where I work. They know where I live. They never did find what they came looking for that night, but they didn't leave emptyhanded either.

Before that night I hadn't ever really contemplated my sexuality. They intruded on my life appearing dangerous and threatening, but in truth, they never harmed me. Not really. And, though unintended, they helped me to discover who I was. I am constantly half afraid of and half hoping for a return visit. To this day I have not called the phone number on that card. But I haven't thrown it away either.