Hijacked! The Training Crew of Flight 692 (erotic ebook)

In this sequel to my first all-male erotic ebook, the hijackers strike again in another twisted gay sex romp. And this time there are six handsome young men in uniform for them to tie-up, spank and fuck, and the twists and humiliations are even crueller than the first part!

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The descriptions of the three hijackers in the story are based on three of the shadier-looking characters from Jonathan's work. I can definitely imagine them using and abusing unfortunate young males. The black guy in particularly is one of my biggest gay crushes...

I wanted to illustrate this post with lots of kinky images of pretty young men in uniform submitting to bigger, older guys. But for once the images in my collection didn't seem quite hardcore enough, and are rather short on bondage and spanking. So first here's a reimagining of my previous manip, with much more of a focus on the unfortunate pilots' uniforms...

Which do you prefer, the shirts and ties of this version, or the more vulnerable nudity of the previous one?

Can you, my readers, understand why I might find this scenario so arousing? Or is it a fantasy that appeals only to me, due to my brain being twisted by witnessing that distressing scene on television all those years ago? (This, along with my fetish for getting scrubbed roughly in the bath by an older man resulting from a kids’ cartoon I witnessed, suggests that even non-sexual scenes can have an effect on the developing sexual psyche).

You can’t get much more helpless than the crew in this manip, so I guess that could appeal to someone with a dominant/submissive kink. Pilots’ uniforms are also rather hot. They can easily be worn in a dominant role...

But there is something so arousing about seeing a proud man in uniform reduced to this level of vulnerability...

I find that male suit-and-tie-style uniforms always have a certain ‘schoolboyish’ quality to them that makes them so suited to submissive roles. And given that the pilots would be well-bred, well-spoken and middle-class, and this is just the kind of person I like to see suffer in my gay fantasies, the appeal is starting to become clear.

Plus there's the whole intergenerational hierarchical thing that means young men in uniform are EXPECTED to service their superiors' cocks...

And of course, very often in porn it's the men in uniform who are doing the dominating of helpless males who may or may not also be part of a service. And as a limp-wristed civilian entitled to wear absolutely no uniform whatsover (except perhaps a sissy cuckold one...) I can definitely understand the reasons why!

 

I also have a massive thing for bullies. Bullying often means causing pain and suffering just because you can, and I like to think bullies also derive sadistic sexual pleasure from their actions. There’s quite a lot of potential overlap between bullies and criminals – the hijackers are clearly enjoying what they’re doing, and it’s also entirely unnecessary!
I often wonder if male victims in hostage or kidnap scenarios get fucked by the perpetrators. I kinda think they do...

 

First there is the power rush that it would inevitably give the criminals.

Second would be the thrill a rough criminal would get from having his way with some well-bred, middle-class boy or man.

And thirdly of course, is the fact that spanking and fucking is enjoyable in itself!

And while you’d need to be evil to enjoy actually doing those things in these circumstances, the very fact that these men are robbing or hijacking or kidnapping in the first place suggest they are already irredeemably evil!

Plus there is nothing to stop the crooks’ cruellest whims running riot, and no prospect of any consequences. You imagine they will suffer no remorse at all, laughing happily at the aircrew’s terrible fate when they recount the story to their impressed colleagues in the criminal underworld at a later date.

Now I think about it, the suffering of innocents at the hands of the guilty is a pretty serious turn-on for me. It is after all a pretty obvious taboo – that not only should it be the innocent that suffer rather than the guilty, but that the guilty are the direct cause of and derive pleasure from the innocents’ suffering. Going back to the original Fresh Meat image, it is clear why this image of a helpless, probably innocent young male being ‘thrown to the wolves’ made such a long-lasting impression on me…

So the cruelty of this scenario and its hijacking variation arouses me in a way that I feel extremely uncomfortable about (which probably only adds to its intensity) – and in-universe no doubt arouses and excites the dominant prisoners, guards and hijackers in a way that they feel no guilt about at all! One imagines the hijacker by the door continuing to mock the pilot and co-pilot even as he boots them off the plane (‘Don't look down cocksuckers!) – their abject fear only adding to his erection.

Spare a thought too for the poor rookie pilot. Having been so excited for his maiden flight, he must now witness his colleagues’ fate,  knowing it will be his turn soon (as in his helpless position I’m sure the cruel hijackers will take sadistic delight in informing him of their plans...)
Never mind the thrusting cocks in his mouth and ass!

Jonathan art manips: Summer Job Season

At this time of year, the long university holidays have only just started. Hordes of twenty-something students are dispatched home, and while in the future they may end up being high earners and high achievers, now they have to sweat it out in demeaning jobs to allow them to earn a measly wage and learn the value of real work (or so their parents say). Which means there's plenty of nubile young men and women for lecherous, unscrupulous business owners to take advantage of...

Did you have a erotic and/or humiliation experience as a naive young employee (or did you fantasize about one)? Are you perhaps a sadistic boss who likes to dream about preying on his or her younger wage-slaves? Let us know in the comments!

I wanted to add a more 'romantic' twist to the cuckolding in these manips. While it is undoubtedly full-on hardcore bisexual BDSM action, the little twist at the end that the young couple lived 'happily ever after' (sort of) hopefully suggests the girl is a bit less cruel and the boy a bit more willing than in some of my other cuckolding couples.
I imagine the sadistic guys running the cafe would find them unbearably cute, with the girl continuing to lovingly tease the boy even when he is over their laps. There is certainly something about being naked apart from a hat, apron and shoes that makes a guy look submissive! I can just imagine her saying:
'Aww your cute little hat!'
or
'(Giggle) His little willy is so stiff, I think you should spank him harder!'

Perhaps after they graduated, the couple did end up in a full-on cuckolding relationship with lots of bisexuality and humiliation. But just for once I like to think that, as the last line says, they went on to be an (outwardly) 'normal' couple – albeit one with a lot of secrets in their past!

Of course their sex life would remain extremely kinky, and I imagine the wife would rather enjoy teasing her hubby during foreplay about how he used to 'get spanked by those two perverts we worked for' and how those big rough bikers 'choked him with their belts and stuck their big dicks in his cute little tush!' But outwardly they would be a nice suburban couple (except perhaps to a few of their friends who like to meet up for some good old-fashioned suburban swinging and wife-swapping...)

I am also rather taken with the idea of a biker gang who torment the youths of a local town. Rampaging around, snatching teenage couples from lovers lane and having their wicked way with them (both the boys and the girls...).
I suppose it could form the basis of a future manip series... or I could just post some pics relating to it right now!

Here are some rather spectacularly dominant bikers having their way with unfortunate local boys. It's a gorgeous composition - I definitely fantasize about being the guy who's tied up and taking two cocks at once!

I came across this artwork in my teenage years, and it made quite an impression. I imagine this is a biker gang rolling through quiet suburban towns, and the blindfolded boy is an unfortunate (or fortunate?) local teen who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time (or right place...?) I always imagined he can hear his mother calling him to stop playing with his friends and come in for dinner!

I imagine this blonde girl's boyfriend is tied to a tree and about to have to watch her sucking enthusiastically on that big pierced dick!

But it could be a lot worse, as this boyfriend (and his tongue...) is finding out!

Thanks to the biker gang, this lady's romantic walk in the woods is going to be even more 'romantic' than she ever could have imagined! But where is her fiance...

He's been taken as a gift for the cruelest of the bikers, and he's about to experience the deflowering of a bride rather sooner than he expected ;D

Betty's Diary 4.7 Pitch and catch

Of course we all jumped straight out of bed and raced next door still throwing on our robes.
We found our moms, also in robes, grinning as they watched our dads and husbands.

The husbands, of course, were naked, but to our surprise so were our dads! And even more of a surprise - our nine husbands were kneeling before our daddies and sucking away on their big dicks!
"Hello girls!" said Jackie's mom. " Barry woke up with a stonking erection in the middle of the night, and it gave me the idea for a little extra training for the boys. Got to keep them on their toes!"
"Or rather on their knees!" laughed my mom, looking at her watch.
Our husbands had obviously been threatened with some horrible punishment if they showed a lack of enthusiasm, as their faces were all scrunched up as they puffed away on those big manly cocks as hard as they could, even stroking the balls and shafts with their hands.
The moms had paired the males up to give maximum humiliation to the young husbands. Kathy's father was the weediest looking of the dads, but even he was a cast-iron stud compared to Charlie, who was at that moment sucking on his father-in-law's much larger cock. Balding Barry Brewer was certainly ripped and he was treating Douggie the roughest of any, pulling his son-in-law's hair while he pumped his cock in and out. 

Mr Shaffer and Mr Taylor's beer bellies didn't stop Ryan and Brandon looking like the scrawny little sissies they are as they each blew them.

Our little emo Kenny was seriously working through some of his own 'daddy issues' with his father-in-law, while my little brother Dickie was finding out that Ray descended from his father in the big dick department.

 

Speaking of Ray, Kathy's Uncle Jeff was the lucky guy plugging his handsome mouth, and Pablo was slipping his sizable Latino dick into Justin's mouth, which he'd probably been wanting to do since they first met at Justin and Nancy's wedding!

But of course the biggest, strongest and most muscularly of all was my Daddy, and to my delight my husband Teddy was between his legs, getting a definitive demonstration of who is the man in my family!

Mom checked her watch again.
"Well boys, you've had ten minutes, and none of you have been able to make your fathers-in-law cum. I must say, I'm very disappointed in you."
"It seems," said Kathy's mom, "that we're going to have to play that little game we discussed earlier."
We wives sure liked the sound of that! But our husbands sure didn't, judging by the way they whimpered as our dads pulled them to their feet by their hair and then took their hands to lead them into the living area, big manly dicks pointing the way!
Marcie's mom filled us in as we followed them.
"Your husbands are going to be playing a little game of pitch and catch with your daddies. And of course the dads will be the pitchers and the boys will be the catchers.”
It took a while for us wives to realize the implications of this, but when we did we started grinning from ear to ear. In the meantime our husbands were mumbling protests.
“You will be quiet this instant!” snapped my mom, “unless you want your daddies to give your bottoms a little warm up with their belts, with the buckle end! And then we can play this little catching game out in the yard!” That shut our husbands up, at least for a minute, though I was disappointed we wouldn’t get to see the effect of a belt buckle on a brat’s bare behind!
Soon our husbands were bent over tables and sofas and moaning like little sluts while our daddies' thick fingers lubed up their holes, before their big dicks were introduced to the brat's tight buttholes.

Their moans were replaced by snorts and 'ohs' as inch by inch the big dicks squeezed through their sphincters, and then by girlish squeaks as the larger men all started thrusting!
Even Ray was moaning like a whore as he felt the full force of Jeff's big hard cock. We wives settled down in the armchairs with our moms to enjoy the sight of our nine husbands getting their asses pumped. Plus we could enjoy the squelchy sounds, and the slaps of big manly balls on slim thighs, and big daddy hands spanking still-sore husband buttocks!
This was so exciting for us girls, getting to watch our slave brat husband getting their asses reamed by real cocks. If you think there'd be nothing for us ladies to do during all this guy-on-guy actions, you'd be wrong. There was plenty to do, especially comparing the daddies' dick sizes to those of the husbands they were reaming. The husbands soon all had hard ons from their ass fuckings so it was easy to do.
Kathy’s dad had the smallest dick. I guess small cocks must just run in that family! But it was still bigger than Douggie's and more than long enough to make Charlie moan like a slut.

Mr Taylor and Mr Shaffer weren't the biggest but they made up for it with some vigorous pumping and spanking of their skinny sons-in-law.

Mr Brewer's cock was certainly worth writing home about and he fucked Douggie's ass just as roughly as he had his mouth!

Despite making his son-in-law Kenny squeal like a stuck emo pig, Rachel's dad couldn't quite measure up to his brother-in-law, who was giving my little brother Dickie all kinds of trouble with his thick Melick dick.

 

Kathy's Uncle Jeff must have felt like all his Christmases had come at one, getting to ream Ray, and his veiny dick was revealed to be much bigger than his little brother's.

 

But even his lengthy schlong couldn't compete with Pablo's long tanned member that was doing all sorts of things to Justin's hot little hole.

Though the biggest dick of all undoubtedly belonged to my dad - you should have seen my darling husband's face as it went in! I’m sure all the other moms were jealous of mine!

Of course all the dads were bigger, hairier and more muscular than our sissy husbands, and the room was soon filled with a powerful stench of man-sweat and sex as they pounded their tight little poop chutes!

Surprise surprise it was Charlie who first started making sounds like he might be enjoying himself... 

This spurred his father-in-law on to pump him harder, and before we knew it Charlie was bellowing like a cheap whore and shooting a quite sizable load over the tiled floor. This seemed to encourage the other daddies to get into their stride, and soon they were pumping away and treating the brats like real bitches, smacking their still sore asses and pulling their hair. With all this vigorous pumping going on the boys were really feeling it. Mr Brewer was the most vigorous of all, and it wasn’t long before Douggie was howling in what was undoubtedly a rather large orgasm.

The other husbands soon followed suit, raining cum down between their legs.

 

“Why do they keep doing that mom?” asked Kathy.
“It’s called a prostate orgasm,” explained her mother. “Inside every man’s bottom is the prostate, where all his spunk is made.”
“I thought that was made in his balls?” said Marcie.
“Sperm is made in his balls, but then it’s mixed with spunk from his prostate before he shoots,” said Mrs Melick.
“And you can make a man shoot just by poking his prostate with your finger,” said my mom, doing the action, “so goodness knows what your daddies’ big meaty cocks are doing in your husband’s bottoms.”
“Especially yours Denise,” laughed Marcie’s mom, “that’s a real kidney tickler Teddy’s taking there!” We all laughed at that.
“I suppose we should start keeping track of all these unauthorised cums,” said Kathy’s mom as Charlie deposited another sizable load on the kitchen floor, “I think that makes it two for Charlie and one each for all the other boys.”
“Oh and boys,” said Marcie’s mom, “ as none of you announced you were cumming all your spankings up to now are doubled!” I thought for a moment.
“Is this prostate thing why gay guys like it up the ass?”
“Yes dear,” said my mom.
“So as Charlie cums so much more with a dick up his ass, does that mean he’s gay?”
“I think he very well might be,” smiled my mom, and we all laughed at Charlie as his face scrunched up even tighter in embarrassment.

The daddies kept up their humping and pumping for a good hour. That’s a whole hour of nine grunting, sweating, spunking brats getting their asses ploughed by nine big greasy man cocks. Every so often the grunting and squelching would be accompanied by a weak shout of ‘I’m cumming!” but more often than not the big dicks in their asses meant our husbands forgot.

After an hour Marcie’s mom checked her watched, then clicked her fingers before she announced: “Okay I think the boys have been playing catch long enough. Gentlemen, you may now cum.” Almost immediately the dads all started grunting and grinding even harder into our husbands, who 'ooh' and 'ah'd' as seemingly gallons of spunk flooded into their bowels.

The jets of hot cum must have hit them in the right places though, because all of them managed one last orgasm before the big cocks slid out of their gaping assholes.
The daddies put on their dressing gowns and the nine brats were sent to stand against the wall while we tallied their cums. Ryan, Brandon, Kenny, Ray and Douggie had each cum four times, Dickie and Justin had managed five, while to my amusement my husband Teddy had squirted six times while uber-sissy Charlie had broken all records with seven! Of course the husbands were getting many extra spankings for not announcing they were cumming! Teddy had obviously enjoyed my daddy's cock immensely because he hadn’t announced any, earning him even more spankings than Charlie!
It was decided that the daddies would administer the spankings, and Kathy was sent upstairs to retrieve their belts. Soon the husbands were bent over the table getting their bare bottoms whipped by their respective fathers-and-uncles-in law.

The crack of the leather and the howls of the husbands were music to our ears, and it got even better when my daddy decided to use the buckle end on Teddy for his last few.

The other dads all followed suit, and the tears and howling it produced were almost unprecedented! Teddy’s bottom was full on crimson by the time my dad had finished, and the other boys’ weren’t far behind.
After the beltings we made the brats clean all the cum out of each others' asses — with their tongues of course! After this we made them jack off one more time and spanked them just because we could, then we all went back to bed.