Don’t get lost

Tyler had really screwed up, and he knew it! It had started as a normal day, him and his buddies planned to go downtown to bar hop and enjoy the nice sunny weather and chase some girls. They went to a few bars and had a few drinks at each so they were already feeling very drunk. Tyler’s two buddies said they had to piss so they darted down an alley while Tyler waited. That’s when Tyler noticed some sort of festival going on and decided he has a couple minutes to explore while his buddies finished up. He hadn’t made it ten feet into the festival when some older guy dressed head to toe in leather put his arm around Tyler. “Hi buddy, here for the festival?” The man asked Tyler. “Uh-no not really, just had a couple minutes so I thought I’d see what was going on here,” replied Tyler. “Ahh well unfortunately you have to have a ticket to get in to the festival even if it is just for a couple minutes. But I suppose if I go with you, we could let that slide,” said the stranger as he started walking with Tyler, his arm around Tyler’s shoulder guiding him. They walked a little bit and Tyler saw in some of the tents some interesting looking contraptions and lots of leather attire. Some sort of leather muzzle caught his eye and that’s when he realized this wasn’t a festival he necessarily would be interested in but his “guide” kept pushing him along. Tyler, still drunk, stumbling a little along the way. “Hey man, I better be getting back to my friends, they stopped to take a piss and should be back by now,” said Tyler. “Oh it’s fine, I want to show you one thing and then you can go!” Responded the stranger.

Suddenly the man pushed Tyler from behind while Tyler was looking at him, unable to catch his balance, Tyler stumbled and landed on some sort of bench. As Tyler tried to recover and figure what he just hit, the stranger made quick use and secured Tyler’s wrists to the bench in front leaving Tyler bent over the bench. “Hey man, what are you doing? Let my wrists go!” Said Tyler. The man didn’t respond and instead walked behind Tyler, leaned forward and put his arms around Tyler’s waist and started unbuttoning Tyler’s jeans. “H-hey man, stop, please!” Begged Tyler nervously. Once the buttons were undone and his zipper lowered, the man yanked Tyler’s jeans down in one swift motion leaving the jeans piled up around Tyler’s ankles. “Dang boy, didn’t picture you as a Tighty Whitie boy,” laughed the man giving Tyler’s butt a playful smack. “Please pull my jeans up, it was laundry day and people are going to see my underwear! Please let me go!” Cried Tyler as people started gathering around. That’s when he felt it, a hard smack from a paddle on his brief clad ass. He let out a wail as it hit him because of the pain. He was begging the man to let him go as the man sent smack after smack to his ass all while Tyler helplessly took it. “Those briefs are going to look really white with a bright red ass boy, now stop your whining and take it like a man. Brief boys always take their paddling without fuss!” Yelled them man.

After what seemed like eternity, Tyler looked up to the crowd gathered around hoping for find someone to help him. Finally he saw his buddies walking not far away and they appeared to be looking for him. He started yelling but only got a few yells out before the man in leather snuck up and pinched his nose shut. Instinctively Tyler opened his mouth the breathe and was suddenly met with a rubber ball gag. In seconds the man shoved the ball gag in and tightly secured it to Tyler’s head and made sure to add a padlock to hold it in place. “Mmgpphhhhh!!!” Yelled Tyler but it came out as muffled yells. Then another piece of leather was dropped over Tyler’s face. The piece went under his chin and over his head and it dawned on Tyler that this was the same muzzle he saw on the way in. Again it was locked in place tightly so that Tyler couldn’t move his jaw at all. Then came a leather blindfold and last bit not least, a leather collar around his neck, all padlocked on. “Mmgpphhhhh!!” Tyler continued but to no avail. That’s when he heard his buddies. “Hey man, have you seen our buddy, he was around here but we got separated.” They asked the man in leather. Tyler tried his best to squirm and yell foe help but nothing was audible with the gags. “Sorry boys I haven’t, I’ve been spending the last bit with this sub. Teaching him how tighty Whitie boys should be treated,” said the man giving Tyler another smack to his ass. He could tell his friends looked at him with some disgust, unaware it was their buddy under the muzzle. “Ugh sure, I mean I don’t know any guys that wear tighty whities past middle school so you do you bro!” Said one of his friends to the man in leather. “Care to take a swing? I mean your buddy is BOUND to show up any minute so might as well waste some time!” Said the man, making sure to emphasize the word bound. I started squirming as I felt my buddies get behind me. “I mean I guess, like you said he should be here any second. Besides it’s been a while since I’ve paddled a dweeb like this!” With that Tyler felt a sting as his buddies started smacking his ass just like they did when they were in college. “Man you forget the best thing about guys in tighty whities!” His buddy said. Tyler was nervous what that meant but suddenly realized when he felt a fist grab the back of his tighty whities and yanked them up his ass. They didn’t go too far up because of how tight they were but enough that the leg holes were high enough to expose his rosy red butt cheeks. “There you go buddy,” said his buddy tapping him on the back. He heard his buddies hand the paddle back to the man in leather and walk away shouting his name. Was Tyler ever going to get out of this? He regretted walking away from his buddies as another smack landed on his exposed ass.

Tyler was bucking now…yelling into his gag…

“UHHH?! UHNGH!! UHH!!”…

“C’mon guys…let’s go find Tyler…he’d love to join in on this gagged tighties guy…all tied up like this…fucker…”

It was your wife's turn to take care of the children, so you went out to catch up with a friend. He was such a good listener, he let you speak all about the divorce and your relationship struggles. You laughed saying that if he was a girl, he'd be the perfect woman for you. You even jokingly added that maybe you should look for guys, since it's always easier to connect with them.

However, your friend saw the opportunity and said : "Why not?" A thought crossed your mind : you have a strong muscled man offering his ass to you and you slowly slide your dick in, and it feels as good as your ex-wife's pussy. Your friend, seeing how you're considering it, says : "Come on, let's go to a gay bar for a drink, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can get home whenever you want!"

Curious, you follow him. There, the doorman stops your way saying straight men are not welcome. Your friend has to say you're with him for the doorman to reluctantly let you in. The place is packed, and the music is blasting at ear-piercing levels. Immediately, someone grabs your friend and they disappear in the crowd. Alone, you make your way to the bar, which is the quietest zone of the place.

After ordering a glass, you look around and see all those young guys grinding against each other. That was clearly not what you wanted to do, you contemplate the idea of downing your glass and getting home, leaving your friend in this jungle of men.

"I can't remember how long since I saw a straight man at this bar!" The voice was coming from beside you. An older man was looking at you. He was certainly clashing with the rest of the crowd : he was old enough to be your father and was dressed classy, with creased pants, a buttoned shirt and a watch that looked expensive.

Looking like the only normal man in the place, you start talking to him. The conversation turned out to be great : he listened to your divorce and relationship problems, and he told you he also had a wife and kids before coming out. Speaking with that man has the effect of totally clearing your mind. You feel like you haven't felt this good for years. You really were absorbed in this conversation that you weren't able to see time passing.

Suddenly, the lights open, signifying the bar is closing. You look around and the dancefloor is almost empty, and you see the pile of empty glasses in front of you that you drank along the hours.

The man stood up and put on his coat, and asked if you wanted to follow him. You felt like he was a good friend and agreed without thinking. In no time, you were both in front of an apartment that he unlocked and let you in. He entered behind you and gently put his hand on your back to move you forward. This simple contact sent shocks across your body : it must have been months since your last human contact!

As if he felt the tension in your body, he tells you to relax and moves his hand upwards to start massaging your shoulders through your shirt. It felt really great to have his hands undoing the knots from your upper back, he was certainly very experienced in massages.

While kneading your shoulders, he asks if you want to go to his room for a more complete massage with oils. Having your guard totally down, you accept, forgetting that you're at a gay man's place.

He asks you to take off your shirt and pants, and to lay down on your stomach. He climbs on the bed beside you while working your back with his expert hands. After a while, you feel him getting lower and lower on your back, until your underwear blocks him. However, it's not a problem since he slides them down to knead your glutes.

Your body has never felt so relaxed.

Slowly, you feel him laying over you. His chest hair tickles your back as you feel his warmth like a weighted blanket being laid over you. When did he lose his shirt? In that position, he whispers to your ear : "I have a service to ask you..." You remember how your conversation earlier made you feel mentally great and how his hands made your body feel great, and you are ready to accept anything he asks you as you feel like you owe him so much.

He whispers : "Please let me take care your ass" and a soft "Yes" comes out of you and seals your fate.

He slowly gets up and puts his hands on your hips. He pulls towards him, lifting your ass at the height of his own hips. Then, you feel it. A warm blob of meat pokes right at your asshole. It's hard and oily. In your relaxed state, you offer no resistance at all : in a small push, it penetrates inside you.

The dick slides inside you slowly. The man is taking his time, enjoying himself. Once fully in, he sighs in satisfaction. Just then, you realize you have let a man put his dick inside you and you start to regret it. Your body tenses up and you want to leave, but he's got you pinned down, literally.

Sensing your ass around his dick tightening, the Man reassures you that it's gonna be alright, and he puts his hands on your back to massage you until you calm down. His strategy works as you close your eyes and feel the panic leaving you.

He then starts moving his hips back and forth, while still kneading your back. You wouldn't admit it, but it was starting to feel so good to be taken care of. The dick going back and forth was giving you warmth all over your body and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning.

From your experience with your ex-wife, you thought the moanings were a cutesy little way of cheering the man, even though it didn't feel real. However, right now, that's far from cute : the involuntary guttural sounds coming out of your mouth were terrifying. You didn't even know you could produce sounds so deep, but you couldn't stop them coming out at the same rhythm the man was fucking you.

Still, the effect is the same, as your sounds stimulate the man to go faster until he's joining his moans to yours. He pulls your hips against his, locking his dick deep inside you, then you feel it pulsating inside you. He came inside you.

As he comes out and thanks you, you realize how spent you are. Sex has never worn you out as much before. You roll on your back, revealing a pool of your cum that was under you, and you try to catch your breath. The old man, now as sweaty as you are, lay beside you.

He asks you if you want to spend the night here, so he could fuck you again in the morning, and it's the easiest yes that you ever said.

You've reached the end of your journey and you don't have enough money to pay for it. Don't worry, friend, you can lick and sniff my boots completely and you'll settle your debts. Come on.

Otherwise, no faggot will ever know true inner peace until he fully accepts the simple truth that his place is at the very bottom of the hierarchy. He can never escape his deepest, most secret fantasies: worshipping Superior Alphas, begging for their attention, being completely controlled and led by them on a leash — exactly as he deserves.

Thank you, bullies and oppressors. We faggots are so grateful to be crushed and trampled under your feet!