Ryan's Performance

RYAN'S PERFORMANCE

by TakenAndTickled

The bar was full tonight. Everyone had turned up for the 'special entertainment'. It was something truly unique and perverse, and there had been a lot of hype about it. No one was disappointed.

'The Dungeon', as it was known among its loyal customers, was a notorious gay leather and fetish bar which specialised in putting on unusual events. Tonight's event was a first. A piece of pornographic installation art. Up on the small stage in front of a large crowd of horny, half-drunk gay men, was a sexy young straight boy having his balls milked. His name was Ryan, and he had been freshly caught that evening. The management had considered hiring a gay guy for the entertainment, but they decided on a straight because they knew they would get some delicious reactions out of him. And this straight's reactions were priceless.

Ryan was stripped completely naked and tied in an X-shape to a wooden frame, arms and legs spread, everything on display. He was hooked up to a machine which was slowly and relentlessly milking him. A pulsating ring around his cock was slowly sliding up and down the shaft like someone had wrapped their fingers around it and was patiently jerking him off. His balls hung down, resting on a vibrator which kept him stimulated against his will. There was no escaping it. He was tied so tight he couldn't move an inch. He couldn't move his balls away from the vibrator or release his cock from the ring which perpetually and rhythmically masturbated him. All he could do was stand there, spread out naked and trembling, forced to endure not only a constantly forced state of arousal but also one forced orgasm after another.

The crowd all stood around the stage in a large semi-circle, many of them with a bottle of beer in one hand and their other hand down their pants. They watched in a state of sexual entrancement, licking their lips and sipping their drinks, stroking their hard cocks. Every now and then there was a cry of, "Hell yeah, milk that straight boy!" or "Give him what he deserves," or "Drain that fucker's balls," or just a loud moan as another pervert came in his underwear.

On the stage, suffering this bizarre and humiliating 'performance', Ryan sobbed and snivelled. His eyes were moist with tears and as he stared out across the bar the crowd were just a blur to him. Every muscle in his body was twitching and quivering, not only from fear but also from being locked in an uncomfortable position for so long. He couldn't be sure how long he'd been on stage for already. Maybe only thirty minutes, although it seemed like hours.

He had already cum twice. He didn't think he could cum again, but the machine wasn't going to stop either way. The pace of the vibrating ring jerking up and down his shaft was steady and torturous. His dick ached so bad. He had masturbated plenty of times before, to thoughts and pictures of hot girls, but never like this. Like any other normal human being he would jerk off, shoot a load or two and go and get cleaned up. He never could have imagined anything like this. Having no control over his own cock, over his own body. Having his orgasms forcibly stimulated like he was some kind of farm animal. He felt sick and terrified. He wondered how long they would leave him like this. He couldn't bear it any longer. He had only cum twice and that was already enough for him. But he could feel himself about to shoot another load regardless...

The crowd cheered with delight as another thick glob of sticky semen spurted out of of Ryan's helpless cock. It landed in a small puddle which was slowly accumulating on the stage in front of him. Another little globule spurted out, followed by a long leaky string of cum which dribbled from the end of his dick and hung there for a while before slowly dripping off onto the floor directly below him.

Three fucking times! Surely that was enough? They had to let him go now. Would he tell the police? What the hell could he say to them? Abducted and milked on stage at a gay bar? Who the hell would believe that story? Even Ryan could hardly believe it, and he was living the nightmare.

His voice was hoarse and desperate. "Please ... ugh ... oh God, please, stop ... fuck ... please let me go." He looked at the men in the front row, standing directly in front of the stage. "Please help me ... ugh ... can't you see this is wrong? I'm straight, I don't want this! I don't want this, please ... oh, ugh ... please, make them stop! It hurts so bad ... nigh ... I'm scared ... why won't you help me?"

Tears trickled down his cheeks as the men he had appealed to simply looked at each other and laughed, all rubbing their cocks in unison. They were too horny to care about his feelings or give a fuck about legal or moral bullshit. They just wanted to watch a straight boy get his cock milked dry. Shit, they didn't even care whether he deserved it or not. It didn't matter whether he was a good guy or a cocky little fuckboy. He was young, hot and straight, and that was enough to justify his ordeal.

"Oh, no, fuck, no ... please don't make me cum again ... uh ... I can't ... ugh ... I don't want to ... unh, ah ... this is wrong! Someone help me, please! Please, make them stop!"

His words were greeted with more jeering and roaring from the crowd as the machine continued its mechanical masturbation and the vibrator continued to whir under his soft, aching balls.

Ryan clenched his fists - the only thing he could do - as another ten minutes passed and yet another sticky thread of cum dribbled out of his cock. Something that used to be so pleasurable was now an unbearable torture. He raised his head and focused his tearful gaze on the ceiling, trying to pretend the crowd weren't there even though he could still hear them. Only a couple of times did he dare to look down at the monstrous contraption steadily working his cock, and he was utterly repulsed by it. He had never felt such a mixture of shame, terror and intense arousal all at the same time. He wished and prayed for the machine to stop, for someone to finally switch it off - even a power cut, anything! But no one took pity on him. Everyone was far too busy enjoying themselves, jerking off, jerking each other off, getting drunk and high ... Christ, some were even filming the spectacle on their phones! Ryan couldn't comprehend how anyone could simply stand there and film as an obviously unwilling victim was subjected to a terrifying and depraved ordeal.

That hideous machine just kept on going. And going. And going. Jerking and vibrating, jerking and vibrating. After nearly an hour of this he was almost completely spent, having cum a couple more times, and eventually having nothing more to give than a few sticky strands of semen hanging from the end of his dick. That was it now, surely? He had cum as many times as any human male could. There was nothing left. Why wasn't anyone doing anything? Why was the machine still going? Jesus, how much longer were they going to leave him like this?

He whimpered and wailed to the crowd, who were so drunk and horny that many of them were standing with their pants around their ankles jerking off all over the floor. "Please, I can't cum any more! Please, listen to me ... ngh, uh ... No more! I just want to go home! I can't take any more! Oh God, why are you doing this? I can't ... uh ... any more ... ah, ugh ... oh, please, somebody!"

More cheers and laughter. Cries of "You ain't done yet, straight boy!" and "Let's see how much more that juicy cock can take!"

Ryan coughed and spluttered and threw his head back in anguish as the machine kept on milking his dry, sore dick. He had nothing left to give, but the machine didn't know that. Maybe the crowd did, but they weren't so interested in seeing him cum any more. They just wanted to enjoy the sight of a shuddering, vulnerable straight boy getting his balls and cock endlessly teased for the rest of the night.

And that was exactly what they got.