I returned to my hotel, completely in shock. Naked, and forced to suck and fuck, with no say so. I was shocked, and I cried on stage, in front of all these men. But secretly, I loved every minute of it. I was still horny as hell, my wife did not know anything about it, and ever since, I could not think of anything else than master Peter's naked hot muscled body.
I decided to take my mind of things, changed into my cycle gear and stepped onto my bike, which I brought with me to the hotel. I have a nice and tight body, muscled, shaved from the neck down. I have dark blue tight spandex shorts, tightly encasing my ass and my crotch. I am wearing a white tight jersey, directly on my naked torso, showing off my nipples. I always feel so fucking horny when I wear it. I love to show off my ass and my buldge. I don't care, since nobody knows who I am.
I have been cycling 40km, when my phone rings. "BOY!!!". It's master Peter. "Stop everything what you are doing and make sure you are in my bar within 15 minutes. Now!!". I almost dropped my phone. "But master Peter...", I hesitated. "I am on my bike now and 40ikm away. It will take me at least an hour. "Sorry, master Peter". "BE HERE ASAP, BOY, OR ELSE!!! And wear your cycle gear. Better be tight!". And with those words, he hang up.
I love wearing my cycle gear, but showing up in the bar, wearing this? It made me even harder. It took me almost 90 minutes to arrive at the bar. I locked my bike, and walked in. My heart pounding at my throat. There was no hiding my hughe hardon.
"OH MY GOD, BOY!!", I suddenly heard, behind me. What a perfect outfit, boy!! I turned around and saw master Peter. Instantly I covered my genitals, feling ashamed a bit. "Eh Eh eh", master Peter said. No hiding your beautiful hardon. Hands behind your back, and keep them there, until I say so. He walked up to me and planted his lips on mine, separating my lips with his tongue. I knew what to do, so we frenced kissed for 10 to 15 minutes, while master Peter grabbed my cock with one hands, cupping my ass with the other.
We were interrupted by another voice. "Hey Pete, what's this? Are you keeping this beautiful surprise all fow your self? At the bar, a man named Craig was staring at us, while rubbing his crotch. It was a business man. He looked hot, older, but masculine. Muscled, big, nice hair, with a beard and mustache.
"Not at all", Pete said. "Ralph here, will put up a nice show for you, Craig, and strip naked on stage. Because I say so. I would love to see you get naked with him on stage, and fuck his brains out. My eyes, widened, and my jaw fell almost to the floor, when I hear master Peter, say this. On stage? Naked? Fucked?
Master Peter put on the music and pointed to the stage. "Go on", he commanded. Hesitant I walked on to the sage, wearing my tight cycling gear with a big hardon in it. The bar was filled with at least 100+ gay guys.
"Dance, now!!!!", master Peter suggested. So I did. "Don' be shy", Craig grinned. I started dancing, and lowered the zipper of my jersey. I felt awful, shy, in fear. Master Peter was standing there. He was bear chested now. His muscles bigger than ever. Craig had opened up his shirt and his naked torso showed. If I was not this afraid, I would like the man. He was hot.
"FASTER, NOW!!", master Peter commanded. So I took off my jersey, my shoes and shocks... and lowered my spandex shorts a little, showing the top of my ass. "NAKED, NOW!!", master Peter commanded again. "NAKED, NAKED, NAKED, NAKED, NAKED", the crowd cheared. I had no choice. So with my eyes looking down at my feat, I took off my shorts. I threw al my clothing to master Peter, as he commanded. Now I was on stage, completely naked.
I stood there, striaght and tall, hand behind my back, like my master Peter expected from me. With a raging hardon on stage. "Now, turn around. Bend over and spread your cheeks. Let us see your cherry. So I did. "Oh god...".
Master Peter and Craig walked on the stage. Master Peter in front of me. "Now lower my pants and suck my cock". I closed my eyes, sighed a little, waited 5 seconds, and complied. I opened up my mouth and sucked his cock, while master Peter stepped out of his pants.
I did not see Craig anymore, but I felt his hands grabbing my ass. He must have taken off his clothes somehow, because I felt someting wet touching my anus. With one push he trusted his cock into my ass. I wanted to scream, but could not becauseof master Peter's cock in my throat. I heard Craig laughing. He slapped my ass several times and fucked my quite hard for eat last 30 minutes.
I was forced to become their gay bitch. When they were ready, I fell on the floor, naked with cum coming out of my mouth and my ass.
"Well, well, look what we have here...". It was a familar voice. "I never would have thought that you were gay.... Ralph. But when I saw your naked body the live stream on the internet, I recognized you within an instance. I just had to come. And now... you are mine.
It was my boss, Brian. Oh god. My life was over. I am not gay, or at least, I don't think I am. My secret fantasies of hot muscled men were always well kept. Until now. My boss Brian knew my real identify. Now my life was really over.
Master Peter came up to me and said. Craig and Peter are real good friends of mine. Nnow you have three masters instead of one. And you will do everything we tell you to.
Now, admit that you are gay. "But nooo, I am not, I am married with my wife!".
"Dude. You are standing here in a gay bar. Sperm on your mouth and dripping from your ass. Videos and pictures of your naked body, your face clear into view. Your life as you knew it, is really over now. You are not straight. And with that he slapped my ass quite hard. "AAHHHH!".
So once again. Admit that you are gay and that you like having gay sex. Or this live stream ends up in the mailbox of your wife.
"Ok, master Peter. I like it."
"Like what...??"
"I like having gay sex, sucking your cock and getting fucked".
"And...??"
"And... yes... I think I am gay."
"Think...??"
"Yes, sir. I am gay."
And completely ours for the taking. Our slave.
"Yes sir. I am your slave."
Master Peter sent the live stream to my wife anyway. She immediately divorced me. Now my life as I knew it was really over.
I was a gay bottom bitch, a slave, within 2 days after my arrival.
Forced to obey.
