If you want to get your hands on some prime athlete's arse then this has got to be the best cover story. Since failing to TAKE a dope test, let alone failing one, can harm a young sprinter's career we guessed that whoever we picked on would be too spooked to question our authority. Better still I know for a fact that the urine samples must be given while the athlete is totally naked AND being witnessed by officials. We slipped into the guise of a couple of cunts really easily and watch how easily it works, even convincing these 2 suspicious lads that we ambushed while they were training.

I worry for Marcus if this is the way he responds to authority. He cops a nasty attitude from the start, argumentative and resistant. Eventually we order him to strip down and provide the required urine sample. Then I take a chance and introduce bondage. Once again the straight immediately thinks it's a joke when I start playing with his nips and Jake gropes his arse. They really have no idea that blokes like us exist! Watch on his face how firstly he thinks it must be some sort of candid-camera wind up then later on he wonders if we're gangsters getting him back from some unknown misdemeanor. No Marcus, there's no other motive. We just want to strip you, humiliate you, and FUCK you. Good enough reason for ya?!

Marcus has such a proud thick cock and pair of nuts I thought the best way to bring him to heel was to tie them up tightly and suspend them from a winch. Amazingly he STILL can't fathom why any man would want to do this to him and this comes across in his rather odd insults which never assume that Jake and I are gay sadists. On the contrary, this session gives us a fine opportunity to check out Marcus's perfect body without the hinderance of his clothes. Tight and sinewy with the absolute minimum amount of fat. I'm sure he's an excellent sprinter and his muscular arse cheeks spread superbly, allowing me to ruin his anal virginity with several fingers, fucking him deeply followed by a particularly nasty electro-probe which I shove into his rectum and then power on to a high setting. He finds that most distressing. Consequently it must come as quite a relief when I winch his testicles up high allowing him to demostrate painfully how fit his calf muscles are, or risk kissing his big healthy nuts goodbye.

Seething with anger, Marcus can only hiss at me through his ball-gag as I winch his muscular arms painfully back over his head allowing me free access to enter his hole and lube him up. Obviously having a man finger his private little hole fills him with utter torment so I can only guess at his suffering as I plough into him with a big juicey dildo stuck on the end of a filthy wooden broom handle. This is the nasty vindictive army initiations stuff you've heard about.

I bet Marcus is the kind of mean & moody 18 year old dude who would never cry out from pain yet here we manage to crush him totally with anal play & hard flogging. His muffled cries are music to my ears.

It's all rather unfair. Owing to the fact that Marcus has dark skin, unlike Ryan in this website, we can't really see what should be bright red welts come up while 'tanning his hide' as Mark Twain might have it. So Jake and I can't be blamed when we take him up to, over and well past his pain threshold. You'll see from the permanent pyramid in my trousers that I'm far too carried away with my favourite pastime, spanking young straight men, to notice when Marcus is reduced to doing something really very impolite. But I always like to see the positives in any situation. What Marcus has done gives me good reason to get medieval on his ass. Now what shall I do with that pyramid?

Beating and humiliating Marcus was such a turn on I'd been sporting a major hardon for hours. Having the lad hung by his ankles from the winch, with his anus so invitingly exposed, was just too much to bear a moment longer. I whip down my pants and first con him into gently kissing the engorged tip of my dick as if subtle humiliation is all I'm after. Sadly for him his cock-worship is merely a prelude to me penetrating his guts, which I do merrily. By this stage he knows shouting and swearing at us does him no good, so when he does scream when my knob invades him I know it's through sheer excrutiating pain and the miserable degradation he is feeling.

You might think for a proud straight teenage athlete it couldn't get any worse than being spit roasted by a couple of pervy older men but we follow it up by oiling him up like a slut-boy and hanging him upside down for a sound flogging.