My hole was sore for an entire week. I packed my bags an returned home, since my work holiday was officially over. Somehow I thought that my gay adventure was over too. How ignorant and dumb to expect so.
I was home and was glad to see my wife again. I felt guilty, because... did I cheat on her? Or didn't I? My wife wanted to have sex almost right away, but I could only think of how Brian and Craig bound and gagged me, and fucked me silly. I could not possibly be gay, could I? But now, it was over.
When we were having dinner, my phone buzzed. "No phone at the table, dear...", my wife complained. So I grabbed my phone and wanted to put it away... but to my horror.. it was a message from Craig. I could only read:"today you are mine, dude, so better..."..I almost dropped the phone.
So after dinner, I went to the bathroom, so I could read the message in person. "Today you are mine dude, and you will come to the gay beach. You will walk out the door wearing nothing but a tight red speedo, cocking underneath and a towel around you neck. Nothing else. You better listen, dude... or else... xxx Craig."
I felt my cock grow within an instant. I never wore speedos to the beach before, I always wore board shorts, especially because I was embarrassed somehow when people I know saw me this way. But when I opened my suitcase, I found a skimy little speedo, with a note attached. "A little present from your master. You will be wearing it soon, because I will be visitiing shortly".
I had no choice. So I put the speedo on, but it was a size too small. Cockring underneath and a white towel around my neck. I sneaked out of the house, hoping my wife would not see me. Quickly in the car, and driving of to the beach.
It was crowded on the parking lot on the beach. Families, kids, grandma's, grandpa's... and to get to the gay beach, you would have to walk quite the distance. I had nothing to cover my growing buldge, and when I got oud, this little kid pointed to me and screamd "LOOK MAMMY, IS HE A FAGGOT??!". The mother was in shock, looked at my buldge, dragged her son away while saying that "Faggot" is not a nice word. My face was red. Because the entire parking lot was looking at me.
Minutes later, Craig and his friends were sitting at the beach. They all wore wide board shorts and tank tops. Craig is a muscular older man, greyish hair and beard, but still muscled and in fact a gorgeous man. My mind wondered of. Why would a beautiful man like that wear board shorts? "Haha, look at that", and his pearly white grin appeared on his face immediately. A wide mean grin. If my cock could grow harder, it would. "Last time, this dude did not include me in on the fun, so today we are going to have some real fun!". I panicked immediately. "Look, Craig, please...", I wanted to say. But I was grabbed by his friends and I saw Craig coming at me with a red ballgag in his hands. "Oh no...", I thought. "No... please... people know me here, I...". CLICK CLICK and the ballgag was placed and locked at the back of my head. CLICK CLICK and my hands were cuffed behind my back.
I wanted to say... "people know me here, I don't want to be recognized here. Please...!". But was no use. Craig laughed loudly and slapped my ass hard with his bare hands. "Much better", he shouted. "This guy claims that he is NOT gay. But what do you think? He never objected when I told him to come here wearing a tight speedo in red. And he arrives with a hardon. Gay or not?". The other men stood around me shouting "GAY GAY GAY GAY". I wanted to run away, but three men were still holding me. I could not say or do anything.
Craig grabbed something out of his bag. I did not now what it was. But he put it on the floor and guestured at this friends to drag me over here. They forced me to kneel and Craig bound my kneed to a wooden frame. Then they uncuffed me for a moment, and they tied my ellbows and hands to my lower legs, forcing me to raise my ass high up into the air, while my head was burried in the sand. I could only comply.
"What an ass!!", somebody screamed. "No worries, all of you get a turn. But me first", I heard Craig say. Told ya that this dude has a nice tight ass. RRRRIPPPPPPPPPP... it hurt, but I knew it was Craig who ripped my speedos of, of my body. I was naked now. In the woods, near my own house. I was afraid that somebody would recogize me. Naked in the woods with a bunch of gay guys.
I saw the guys surrounding me taking off their tank tops and board shorts. And waw... they were all wearing the same type of speedos I was wearing. Speedos... all of them. Including Craig! Red, yellow, blue, purple, black... wow... Craig was the first one naked. Completely. He got behind me and the first thing he did is slap my ass. Then with both hands he split my cheeks and burried his face in my crack. I felt his warm wet tongue touching my pecker. It felt good.
Suddenly he stopped and something hurt like hell. AHHHHHHHH, I wanted to scream, but my ballgag prevented me from doing so. Craig fucked me very hard. I could feel his ballsack slapping against my but cheeks. He slapped me again and I felt my ass glowing. Craig came into my ass, screaming, and I felt warm cum dripping from my ass crack.
Now, its your turn, Brian. "Oh, God...", I thought. My boss Brian is here?? And there he was, muscled and but naked. My own boss Brian. Could I never get rid of him? "Yeah, lets continue the fun", he grinned. "And I brought somebody with me". A shadow came up to me. I could see the figure of a beautiful bearded guy, naked and gorgeous.
"Well, Well, Well... Neighbour. I knew that you were checking me out, in my speedos in my back yard. I was hoping to get my hands of you sooner of later. But to find you here, naked and ready for the taking... never expected that!! And with that he slapped my ass and fucked me silly.
"Good thing that Brian and Craiged called me and included me on the fun. You are mine now."
I knew now, that I would be a gay slave wherever I would go. At home, at work, at the gym. Everywhere. Oh... my... god...
I was a gay slave for live.
