Gay Erotic Stories

The van ride lasted about 30 minutes. We arrived in a dark alley on the other side of town, between two old rundown warehouses--much like the one I guarded. I am carried again over his shoulder in full daylight, and no one sees or seems to notice. I struggle some on his shoulders, but he just grabs my balls and starts to squeeze. I quickly get the hint to calm down. I am taken to a part of the warehouse that looks like an old stage. On the stage I notice lots of strange devices and wooden tables with restrains attached to them.

Sir Bill has thrown me on the floor of the stage and has gone to a table; he has a soaked rag in his hands. He places it over my face and I instantly get dizzy and soon pass out. I begin to awaken what seems several hours later. I am in the standing position, teetering, my hands are cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling, stretching me some. My mouth no longer has the jockstrap in it but a big ball gag, painfully stretching my mouth. I am fully dressed in my guard’s uniform and bright lights from the ceiling cascade on me.

As I become fully aware of everything around me, I can now see that there are several men in the audience, clapping and cheering as I come to. “THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!” Sir Bill says as he walks onto the stage. Sir Bill grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up so I can check out the audience better. I start to shake as I realize that the men out there are other tops that I have teased in the past.

Many of them had wanted to do unspeakable things to me. In teasing them I told them I would enjoy that. How can I escape? I start to squirm but that only brings laughter from the men. Sir Bill began to talk to the men again, “THIS BEEFY CYBER TEASE HAS STIFFED OUR COCKS FOR MONTHS ON END ABOUT HOW TIGHT AND HOT HE IS. HE SAID WE WOULD ENJOY HIM AND TONIGHT WE WILL!”

I really started to squirm then. Sir Bill grabs my ass and squeezes it. “HMMM REALLY NICE AND FIRM,” he comments. “BUT FIRST LET’S AUCTION OFF HIS CLOTHES!” I looked puzzled for a second then Sir Bill started again, “LET’S START FIRST WITH HIS SHIRT. WHO WILL START THE BID ON RIPPING IT OFF?”

The hands went up and amounts were called out. Then I heard Sir Bill announce, “SOLD!” A small man with glasses and toned body came up to me.

“REMEMBER ME BOY? I AM MISTER FISTER,” he pulled out a knife and I gasped as he slowly slid the knife between each button of the shirt and cut it open. Buttons flew as he exposed my sweat covered t-shirt. He then rips the rest of the shirt off, leaving me in only my t-shirt. He squeezes my big hard nips. “NICE CHEST, BUT IT’S THAT HOT TIGHT ASS I AM AWAITING BOY!”

He leaves the stage and the bidding again begins--this time it’s my t-shirt. The winner comes on stage to rip it off. He is a tall 6 ft 3inch big muscular black man--with arms as big as my thighs. I instantly knew it was Master Dwane. He doesn’t say a word--he just walks right up to me with his eyes never leaving my eyes. I stare into his eyes-- his soul-- as he grabs the shirt and rips it off in one tug. He then grabs my chest and squeezes it in his hands…very roughly, very manly.

I thought the next bid would be for my pants but Sir Bill takes out some nipple clamps and asks, “WHO WANTS TO PUT THESE ON HIM?” Again the bidding goes wild… “Who will it be I wonder? What else will they do to me?”

To be continued…