Gay Erotic Stories

Steve came to. He tried to get to his feet but his wrists and feet were manacled to the floor. Where the hell am I? He thought. He was in a well-lit room with white walls, a mirrored ceiling with a cold wooden floor. The last thing he remembered was being approached by two men, when he was returning from work late at night. They asked for directions, the next thing he knew, the tough looking guy kicked him straight in the balls while the other guy (well built) punched him straight in the face-knocking him out. Steve looked around the room, and noticed that there was a door to his right. It opened, and three men entered-the two guys from before, and another older guy wearing a suit. 'What the fuck am I doing here'? demanded Steve; the fear cracking through his voice. The two muscle boys (wearing tight jeans and a crisp white T-shirt) moved to either side of their captive. The guy in the suit raised his hand, and the two guys proceeded to strip. Steve gulped as the muscle boys shredded their clothes. The guy in the suit moved to Steve's feet, and said 'You will behave-or there will be consequences! Strip him! 'The tough looking guy knelt to the floor, and began to unbutton Steve's shirt. The other began to unbuckle Steve's trouser belt. He began to struggle, but the tough stud pinched Steve's left nipple hard, he squealed, the pain etched on his face-the guy in the suit laughed. 'He’s got spunk-we'll drain it from him-slowly! 'Steve's trousers were pulled down to his knees, exposing his tightly snug cock resting in his briefs, and his hairy thighs. 'Not bad at all, You made a good choice. He will fetch a good price. ''What do you mean?' Steve stammered. He was virtually nude now; his briefs were left on. 'For fucks sake! Answer me' Steve shouted. The guy in the suit looked at the two hunks, and they left the room. The guy moved to Steve's head and ruffled his jet-black hair. 'You will be sold into service. . . Live with it. My name is unimportant. . . You will be compliant or you will be punished. 'The guy then proceeded to run his hand slowly down Steve's neck clasping his adams apple. 'If you misbehave-your tongue will be cut. You will speak only when asked. 'He moved his hands to Steve's exposed armpits, and gently caressed the hair. Steve shuddered slightly. The guy noticed, and tickled his pits. Steve spasmed, and tried not to laugh. His cock began to stir. 'Good' the guy whispered, and stopped tickling, and moved his hands down Steve's chest, and with his left hand grasped Steve's balls gently. His other hand caressed Steve's semi bulging shaft through his briefs. 'I bet you're juicy lad' the suited guy said, and proceeded to pull Steve's briefs down to his ankles. Steve's cock-semi stiff leaned to the right, and the guy began to caress his kneecaps. Steve squirmed as his cock stood firmly to attention-his helmet shining with pre-cum. The guy held Steve's shaft, and clasped his helmet between two fingers and gently squeezed. Steve's cock-hole oozed more pre-cum. The guy then stopped squeezing Steve's helmet, and with a free finger smeared some of Steve's juice on to his lips. 'Mmmmmmmmm. . . . Very good. 'The guy clapped his hands, and the two muscle boys entered the room. 'Prepare him for the sales. 'The muscle boys moved to Steve’s bound limbs, and removed his restraints. Before he could move, the tough guy held Steve's arms behind his back, the other using cuffs bound his ankles. Steve was led out of the room, into a corridor full of well-dressed guys. Steve's face went scarlet as his naked body and erect cock was slowly paraded in front of potential purchasers. Steve was pushed into a room at the far end of the corridor. Inside was a shower positioned in the middle of the room. To the left on the wall-various implements. . . His ankle restraints were removed. The tough guy grabbed Steve's erect, throbbing shaft, and pulled him to the shower. . . .