I am an exhibitionist. I like it when people watch me. I am 44 and I work out 3 times a week. On Monday, you will find me on a bike, in the indoor spinning class. On Wednesday, you will see me running, 2 hours long. On Saturday you will find me riding my bike, all afternoon. I love to wear tight clothing when I do so. So I wear speedos, compression shorts and spandex when I work out. Always with a short shirt, so my ass and Crown Jewels are at full display. I love it.
Still, something is holding me back. When I am working out, I look at all the muscled guys, with their tight asses, big bulges, and it arouses me. But there are also times I feel dirty when I think about guys. I don't know.
Last week I decided to try something new. I bought these very tight butterfly jeans. I bought this bright blue thong I always wanted to buy and a tight white tank top. It felt so gay when I bought this, but I thought... what the heck. I would be staying in a hotel for my work, I am an IT guy, and I decided to wear it when I was not working. I discovered a gay bar two blocks from the hotel, and decided to wear my. new outfit and go there.
So I did. I put on the thong, and discovered that it was one size too small. I wore it anyway. Same with the tank top and jeans. I wondered if they were not too tight. I saw myself in the mirror and thought... oh my god... I look so gay! But still, a voice inside me said. This is good. Just do it.
With my heart pounding in my throat, I left my hotel room and I was convinced that everybody was checking me out. Quickly I hurried outside. I was wearing sunglasses, so I hoped to be anonymous somehow.
I entered the gay bar, walked to the bar and sat down. Behind the bar, I saw the most beautiful man I ever saw. Muscled, a black tanktop and leather pants. Completely bald, a beard and a wide grin on his face. He walked around the bar, and took a seat next to me. "Hey you", he said with a wide grin, "never saw you here before", as he slapped my ass. "Oh God", I thought, while I felt my dick harden.
"We always test new guys in this bar", he grinned. "So please standup and show yourself to me. My name is Peter by the way, what is yours?". I felt shy, the most beautiful guy in the world was talking to me. "Ralph", I said with a low voice.
I was sooo nervous, but I did what Peter told me to do. "Hey Guys, come over here and check out this new stud!", Peter shouted. One guy walked to the front door, closed and locked it. "Why was the front door locked?". Before I knew it, I was surrounded by 5 hot muscled gay guys. All wearing tight jeans and a tank top.
"He is wearing the correct outfit", somebody said. "Let's check out the goods", somebody else said. I wanted to leave. Something inside told me this was not a good idea. "Sorry guys, but I cannot do this", I tried to say.
Then, somebody punched me in the stomach and my lights went out. When I woke up, it did not feel right. I could not move. I tried to move my head, but I could not. I tried to speak or scream, but could not. A red ballgag was preventing me from making any noise. My hands and feet were fastened to something.
When I opened my eyes, I saw 4 screens before me. I was standing on stage, in a gay leather bar, and the entire bar was filled with half naked guys. Each screen showed a part of my body. My crotch, my ass, my face, and my torso. The 5 guys who caught me were on stage.
"Rrrrrrripppp", and Peter tore my tank top off, cutting it away with a knife. "That is way better". Waw... what a nice and hot body! He walked to me and cupped my crotch with his left hand. "Oh waw... you like this, you are quite hard".
He removed my gag. And I tried to scream. "PLEASE NOOO, LET ME GO...!!! I AM NOT GAY, I DON"T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING HERE. PLEASE LET ME GO, NOOOO!!!", and whoppa the ballgag was reattached. "Eh Eh Eh", Peter said. We are not going to scream like a little boy. You are my slave now, and you will do what I tell you to do. When I am finished with you, you will realize that you are completely gay... and that you are my slave, hahaha!".
I was afraid, but aroused. This other dude came up to me and said "I am impatient. We have waited long enough. I want to see him naked". And while I tried to scream, this dude opened my jeans and tore it down. Peter cut off my jeans, so my cuffs could stay in place.
"OH NOOO!", I thought. Now everybody sees that I am wearing a tight blue thong!
"WHAAATTT??? AND YOU SAY YOU ARE NOT GAY??? YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY VERY GAY!!!"
I was standing there. Naked except for my thong. With a big boner, on stage, surrounded by at least.a 100 horny gay guys. Peter came up to me, with his knife, and "RRRRRIIPPPPP", he tore my thong off. There I was, but naked. In front of anybody to see me.
"Oh my god, what a stud!", I saw Peter, grinning and his hands touching me all over my body. Nice and smooth, completely shaved, with a cut cock. Exactly how I like it. He quickly attached some nipple clams on my nipples and put a big silver cockring, encasing my balls and cock.
With 4 guys they opened my cuffs, and I wanted to run away, but they caught me and pinned me down on what looked like a table. My ankles were cuffed to the table legs, I was bent forwards, and I was forced to bend over the table. My hands were cuffed to the other side of the table. My ass high up in the air and my head and mouth ripe for the taking.
I saw these 5 guys taking of their clothing, and suddenly Peter was all naked. He had the biggest cock I ever saw. Smooth, shaved, and cut. He wore a big pearcing in his cock head. This big guy covered in tattoos, forced my mouth open and put his big cock in it. I could not refuse of do anything. I wanted to say "NOOO, I DON'T WANT TOOO...!!", but before I could say anything I tasted his sweaty cock. His hands grabbed my head and he was face fucking me. "Oh god, I am sucking a cock for the first time", I thought. And my cock was hard.
I felt some hands touching my ass. And before I knew it, I felt something pushing my hole. "OH NOOO, NOT FUCKED!!!", I wanted to scream. But I could only comply. In one big push, the cock entered my hole. With tears in my eyes, I wanted to scream, but couldn't with Peters big cock in my mouth. They all started to laugh very hard.
"Look he is crying!", they all laughed. "Guess he did not expect to get fucked and forced to suck cock on this first visit here"... The entire thing was filmed. And all 5 guys took turns fucking me and forcing me to suck their cock.
Two hours later... they cut me loose. I could run away... but I could not find my clothes. I stood there, but naked on stage, with my hands covering my cock and balls.
"Eh eh eh", you don't have to hide anything. You are our bitch now. We have a recording of your performance tonight. And you will do what ever we say. "But I am married, I am not gay", I tried to tell Peter. But he did not care.
"From now on, you are my gay bitch. And whenever I tell you to come over here, you do. And when I tell you to get naked, you will When I tell you to suck my cock, you will. And when I tell to you spread your cheeks, ready to be fucked, you will. You are MY bitch now.
All I could say is...
"Yes. Master Peter. I am... yours".
