Gay Erotic Stories

MISSION BETRAYAL: CONCLUSION Every light in the castle was on. In the main hall, braziers were hung from every wall, their flames adding to the intense heat. The room was filled with talking, smoking, laughing men, all anticipating the night’s event. Many of the men were old and out of shape with handsome muscular escorts at their sides. Everyone wore nothing more than jock straps, and some were already naked. A drum roll. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and a spotlight fell on a raised platform. A muscular man wearing only leather shorts walked up to a microphone. “Silence please gentlemen.” The room grew still. “Let me welcome you to this evening’s festivities.” “Barak. Barak. Barak. Barak,” the crowd chanted and Barak, a thin smile on his lips, again raised his hands for quiet. “Welcome my friends. In this room sit some of the richest and most influential men in the world. Each of you has paid a great deal of money to be here tonight, and you will not be disappointed. I promised you something special, and here it is.” He clapped his hands and the spotlight left him and moved across the floor. A door flew open and three men came in with a struggling Bill Lewis. Bill was dressed in a white tee shirt, jeans, and boots. There was a rope around his neck and his arms tied behind him, making his biceps bulge. He pulled at the hands that held him, but they were too strong and though he fought bravely, he knew that he was no match for the muscular men who held him. Ordinarily Bill would have put up even more of a fight, but the residual effect of the knock out drugs combined with the long ride to the castle had sapped much of his strength. The three men dragged Bill to the raised platform where Barak stood waiting. The crowd roared its approval. “A young virgin Navy Seal. Muscles of steel and the face of an angel.” Bill was thrown at the feet of Barak. who pulled the young American’s face up by his thick blonde hair. “Oh, my foolish young American,” he whispered into Bill’s ear, “now it begins.” Barak clapped his hands and the three muscular men lifted Bill to his feet. While one man held him by his biceps, the other two stripped off their shirts and started punching Bill’s tight abs. The young American pulled away, but was always brought back into position. One of the men lifted Bill’s tee shirt exposing his hard six-pack and smooth white skin. A second man licked his lips and moved in with even harder punches. “Thud. Thud. Thud.” The punches on skin could be heard all over the room from the microphone that Barak had set up near the Bill and his tormentors. “Uhh. Ohh.” Bill Lewis’s groans came through the speakers on the walls. Many of the men in the audience had taken their cocks out and were slowly rubbing them, glazed looks on their faces. Some of the young men had the older men’s cocks in their mouths as the beating continued. Though Bill groaned, he had not lost his fight. He pulled back his feet and using a sweeping Karate move he had learned in training, he kicked one of the men who was punching him in the stomach hard in the chest. The man shrieked with pain and fell to the floor. The other man stopped hitting Bill and walked close to him as he struggled. “You have hurt my friend,” he hissed and in a lightning move he squeezed the young Seal’s balls through his jeans. Bill’s scream echoed through the large room, and slowly a chant started. “The whip. The whip. The whip.” Barak snapped his fingers and three more naked men moved to Bill Lewis who was doubled over in pain. They untied him and held him up. “Fifty thousand dollars?” A few hands shot up and Barak nodded. “One hundred thousand?” Two hands remained. “Two hundred?” Barak looked at the one hand remaining. “Mister Ben-Aladou,” he said. “You have bought the pleasure.” Ben-Aladou, a fat, dark skinned, balding man, dressed only in a towel nodded and walked up to Bill Lewis. He pulled Bill’s head back and looked into the young man’s clear blue eyes. “It is well worth the money,” he said quietly. “Open your mouth boy.” Bill glared at him. Ben-Aladou sweaty hand took Bill’s cock through his jeans and squeezed. The young Seal gritted his teeth at the pain. “Open,” Ben-Aladou snarled, “Open American pig.” And as Bill’s mouth opened, the swarthy man holding his balls, put a thick finger in his mouth. “Suck on it, boy,” he said. “Suck on it until I give you the real thing.” Bill Lewis closed his eyes, knowing what his next move would bring, but he could not stop himself. He could not let this fat sadist humiliate him. Not caring about the consequences, he bit down hard on Ben-Aladou’s finger. The fat man screamed in pain and moved away from the young American. The others moved in and started punching Bill again. “Stop!,” Ben-Aladou roared. The punches stopped as Ben-Aladou moved up to Bill again. “You will suffer for that,” he spit. He turned. “Strip him!” Hands were all over Bill. His tee shirt was ripped from his body, his belt pulled out, his boots and white socks pulled off, his jeans torn from him. The crowd that had been silent, now roared its approval as each part of the magnificent young man was revealed. Old hands held young men’s heads to their swollen cocks around the room. Bill was pulled over to a St.Andrew’s cross and in a moment he had been tied to it by leather thongs. Ben-Aladou moved to him and lightly ran his hand over Bill’s back. “How smooth,” he purred. “How smooth and hard.” His hand moved down past the small of Bill’s back to the perfect globes of his ass. As Bill grunted and tried to move away, Ben-Aladou licked his finger and started moving it up the young man’s ass. “So tight,” Ben-Aladou whispered. “So magnificent.” Another finger found its way into Bill’s hole, and then a third. Bill was sweating freely now and Ben-Aladou licked the sweat from his broad, tapered back. “Bring me the whip,” Ben-Aladou ordered, and a naked man handed him one. Ben-Aladou twisted Bill’s head to the side and held the whip so that he could see it. “You will know pain, American dog. Pain like you have never known before.” Bill closed his eyes and waited for the first crack of the whip. But Ben-Aladou had something else in mind. He greased the handle of the whip and slowly started shoving it up Bill’s asshole. The young American gasped. “No. Please. No,” he whispered. “Oh God, no.” “Cry to your God,” Ben-Aladou laughed. “He will not hear you.” The handle moved in deeper. Bill twisted and fought to keep it out, but it slowly snaked it’s way in. Ben-Aladou had been right, Bill had never known such pain. Bill twisted and writhed under the torture. At first he fought to keep the handle out, clenching the muscles of his ass against it, but rough hands had slapped the globes of his ass and someone had reached in front of him and had grabbed his balls, and he had been forced to relax so that now his ass moved with the handle. The sight of the hairless white sweaty globes twisting and flexing made some of the men in the audience cum. Ben-Aladou kept moving the handle deeper and deeper, until it could go no further. Now he pulled it in and out slowly and he watched, with a wicked grin on his face as the young Seal began to groan, the sweat making his light blonde hair dark. He would break him and make the American his sex toy. Suddenly, with a plop, the handle was removed and in the next second, Ben-Aladou’s hard, thick cock was up Bill’s ass. The older man wrapped his arms around the American’s chest and waist. He squeezed the young man’s nipples and licked the sweat from Bill’s neck and shoulders, all the time keeping a steady rhythm as his cock plowed the virgin ass. And then the cock was out, and Bill was cut down, only to be strung up with his arms over his head. Ben-Aladou snapped his fingers and a swarthy muscular man took Bill’s cock in his mouth. Bill groaned and tried to escape the hot mouth and slick, whipping tongue. The man played with Bill’s balls as he sucked, and Bill could feel himself growing hard though he fought desperately not to. And then Ben-Aladou was behind him again, and Bill felt the older man’s cock up his ass and, as his mind screamed, ”No,” his body welcomed it. Ben-Aladou and the man sucking Bill kept up a rhythm until all three were ready to cum at the same time. The large room was silent with only the sound of flesh on flesh and sucking to be heard. Couples were all over the floor, sucking, fucking, probing. The room reeked of sweat and cum. All at once the three people on the raised area in front of the room reached their climax at the same time, and as they cried out in release, people looked up and watched them. The man who had been sucking Bill came all over Bill’s scrotum. Bill Lewis, with a cry, the cords on his neck rigid, shot his load into the man’s mouth. And as Ben-Aladou came, and came, Bill could feel the older man’s warm jism shooting into his ass. Spent, Ben-Aladou, shuddered and held on to the magnificent body that hung limp from the chains. After a moment, Ben-Aladou pulled out of the handsome blonde American and smiled at Barak. “Very well worth the money,” he said. “Many thanks, old friend.” “Ah, Barak,” sighed, “I was hoping that you would whip him.” Ben-Aladou smiled. “Not until I get him back to my camp. There he will suffer much. You, of course are, as always, welcome to come and watch at your pleasure.” Barak nodded at him and sighed again. “But for old time’s sake?” Ben-Aladou laughed and handed Barak the whip. “Only five strokes.” Barak grinned. “You are too kind.” He walked in back of the young American who still hung from the ceiling, brought the whip back, and brought it down on Bill’s beautifully muscled back. “Ahhhhh,” the young man cried, and the whip fell again. Every muscle in Bill’s body arched and strained as the whip fell again and again. Finally Barak dropped the whip, and moved in front of the young American. “Be good to your owner or you will have to deal with me,” he said. “Escape and I will track you down and you will be sorry you did.” Bill was cut down and dragged away as Barak and Ben-Aladou embraced and kissed each other on both cheeks. “Goodbye, my dear friend,” Barak said, and Ben-Aladou nodded and left the room. Barak turned back to the rest of the people in the room. “But wait,” he said, “there are two more handsome Americans to be auctioned off.” Two curtains on either side of Barak went up and the crowd exploded with its appreciation. Sean McGinnis in full Navy Blues hung from a chain in the ceiling, while Tony Giordano, dressed in full Marine garb hung from another. Both had been cleaned up and both snarled at their captors. Barak walked over to Sean. “Have you ever seen anyone as handsome as this Navy Seal?” He opened one of the buttons on Sean’s shirt and put his hand in. “Ah,” he leered, “smooth as a baby and as hard as a rock. The bidding starts at fifty thousand American dollars. Who will start?” “And make the bids high,” a voice called out from the back of the room, “don’t forget, I get fifty percent.” Sean and Tony looked at where the voice had come from and froze. Major Carter, the man they had been sent to rescue was walking toward them. “Major, you’re not.....” The major laughed. “A prisoner? No, Sean, I’m not. Barak and Dieter wanted a few handsome Navy seals to sell and, well, the offer they made me I just couldn’t refuse.” “But you’re a fucking traitor,” Giordano spat as he hung from the ceiling. “And I have always wanted to break you,” Carter said, fondling Tony’s ass. He looked at Barak. “May I?” Barak shrugged. Carter moved in front of Giordano and stripped off his clothes. Tony’s heart fell when he saw Carter’s immense cock, rock hard and dripping precum pointed at him. Carter smiled and ugly smile and ripped Tony’s shirt open. “Bring me the electrodes,” he called. “Come my friends,” Barak called, laughing and pointing at Sean. “Come sample the merchandise.” And the throng of men were all over Sean McGinnis, tearing his clothes off, pinching and playing with his magnificent body. And over Tony Giordano’s screams, the cries of Sean McGinnis and the laughter of the men who were violating them, the bidding continued.