lue polo shirt had pulled out of his pants, riding up to expose several inches of bare belly. " Why don' t ya give' im a lil preview Danny!"
" Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Snickered Danny as his fingers danced around Ken' s navel.
Ken' s abdomen vulsed spasmodically as he tried to escape the inteicklish sensation, and the boys heard a muffled " Mmmmfff, mmmfff, mmmfff!" from their muzzled captive.
Sean pushed Ken' s shirt higher, grinning devilishly at the sight of the narroy trail of tight black curls. inating two inches above and leading to a thumbnails width below the deep iion of Ken' s belly button, where it expao cover his lower abdomen and blend with his still hidden pubes. Extending his middle finger, Sean traced the sensitive trail. " What' s the matta dude, does this tickle?"
Above his head, Ke someone remove the belt from his wrists, but the boys kept a tight grip on his arms as they pulled his shirt off. As soon as the boys had him stripped above the waist, they used duct tape to bind each of his wrists to a separate bedpost. While this was going on, some of the others removed his shoes and socks. His captors loosened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, exposing his white Jockey briefs. The boys all giggled at the sight of the bulge that distehe front of his Jockeys.
Mike ed his fingers around the cloth covered protrusion. " Whatcha got in here dude, a fu' baseball bat?"
" Let' s have some batting practice!" Giggled Paul.
" Take it easy guys, we got plenty o' time for that. Let' s finish gettin' him naked." Riced.
Ken watched iion as Brian removed the belt from his ankles and Theo pulled the tan corduroys over his feet. Mike hooked his fingers uhe waistband of Ken' s Jockeys and pulled them off as well. Finally, the boys stretched his ao opposite bedposts and duct taped them fast. Ken' s naked form was now helplessly spread-eagled on Marc' s bed, totally at the boy' s mercy.
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