Marcus and I were invited to an event held by a client I had yet to meet, a man extremely high up the food chain, perhaps at the top here in Detroit. He was extremely wealthy, living in a large mansion on the lake outside the city. Many people from our select community of pervs and sadists were invited, and the event was supposed to be a place where we could openly converse and discuss our businesses and pleasures away from the need for concealment.
We pulled up and the mansion was a gigantic old money stone castle. It was surrounded by a huge stone wall, extensive manicured grounds, and had a garage the size of my place. Marcus grinned at me, he was friendly with the client and was happy I had made an impression. "Leon Galanis is probably the most influential gay man in Detroit, our reach is the city and wherever you travel yourself, his is everywhere. Being invited here is basically him making us, mostly you, part of his own reach. And he is very generous with his friends. Have fun and make a good impression." We both stepped out, taking in the gorgeous surroundings. There were security around the grounds and an attendant opened the doors as we walked up.
We found ourselves in a large embellished hall with marble pillars and ornate furnishings that all seemed to belong to the place. Everything was expensive and the room was scattered with small groups talking and drinking while they chatted. I recognized a few guests, Mr. Stenson from the Cremery and Buck were among the guests. It was a normal gathering with the exception that the room was, in addition to the classy furnishings, also decorated with stripped straight men on display. Each pillar had a naked man shackled to it, gagged and helpless. A few tables laid out with food had the food arranged among a struggling muscular man. One had a smooth gorgeous Japanese man stretched out and apparently unable to move, desperate eyes swiveling while the rest remained still, covered with sushi that a few men helped themselves to while one flicked his flaccid member.
Mr. Galanis was easy to spot. He was an attractive tanned Greek man, late forties, salt and pepper hair, and a trim beard. He had sparkling blue eyes and commanding presence. He had the largest group of men around him, and was smiling and laughing deeply with his assembled group. He saw us enter and spoke to the men around him and I was surprised that he walked right over. "Marcus! Good to see you, and this is your new partner? Nice to meet you!" He stuck out his hand and gave a firm handshake. "You are an amazing snatcher, I'm glad you joined Marcus here and put down roots. We're lucky to have you, a few of our less willing guests as I'm sure you noticed, are only here because of you." I had noticed a few men I had taken on pillars and one on a drinks table. I had been busy since I arrived. "I'm happy you made it. We have almost all the best of our community here tonight." He chatted about snatching and the industry, and was happy to find he and I shared a varied interest in the type of men we enjoyed, "So many are more niche, I'm glad we are on the same page, they're all fun to play with. I especially enjoy that Latino man you've been live streaming, I check in every once and a while, he is delicious." We chatted a bit more and he had to make the rounds and made his way to another group.
Marcus smiled, "He likes you, that is fantastic, Galanis already buys so much, and he invests in half the businesses running in our circles. He could make us even better off than we are since you joined." I nodded, I liked Leon Galanis too, he was extremely likeable. "How did he get so wealthy?" Marcus mused, "His family was already wealthy from shipping, and he himself worked in pharmaceuticals. He merged the two and expanded his personal interests and now imports and exports a lot of international stock. I think that's part of why he based in Detroit to handle livestock coming in and out of the US from the East Coast and through Canada. This guy is international." It was impressive.
The event was an elegant affair, juxtaposed with brutal entertainment. There was a Turkish oil wrestler stripped and dragged to a back room for anyone who wanted to join. I watched Marcus molest one of the pillar boys, a lean blonde college track star while I discussed how recently sold cows to the Cremery were producing. A man I had a drink with told me about a room where they hung a closed sign, apparently the skater boy in there had been forcefed Viagra and strapped to a pommel horse for dominant bottom, but there was an accident and an overzealous benker had given him a penile fracture. I was intrigued and delighted.
After some shmoozing Galanis gathered us in a game room at the center of which was a large pool table. Tied down to the table was a naked young man, the most beautiful I had seen that night. He was a young olive skinned boy, about twenty, with his curly black hair back in a short pony tail. He was handsome, pretty pink lips stretched over a pale cue ball that served as a gag forcing his mouth wide around it, brown eyes, and Greek features with some dark stubble. He was slender and muscled, looked like he may be a runner or swimmer. He wriggled against the green felt, he had light evenly distributed hair across his chest with round pink nipples, a happy trail down his slender waist ending in dark curly pubes holding a nice pair of testicles and a decent uncut cock that bounced while he struggled. He had strong legs and a juicy ass that was also covered in thin soft dark hairs. Galanis walked up and held his chin.
"Straight men are our trade, but I have made the mistake of keeping my nephew here off limits. He found out too much about the business, and tried to leverage it for blackmail so he could spend more at college, fucking women and drinking. Nobody blackmails me, and no straight man is off limits." He ran a finger down his chin, neck, and slapped a pec. The boy turned his head and flushed, cheeks puffing out as he tried to speak while only muffled moaning escaped. Galanis rested a tanned hand on the pale olive pelvis by a flaccid yet generous uncut cock and tugged at the pubes as he spoke, "I want you all to help me punish him, the final event of the night." A man in a suit came around and handed out pool balls to some gathered men, I found him in front of me and a yellow solid one ball was handed to me.
"A select group of favored guests are being provided with pool balls, and I will give you one guess where they're going to go." Men leered at the struggling body before them, murmering and a few nods of agreement among the assembled creeps. Marcus nudged me and grinned, holding up the eight ball. Galanis took a pool stick from a wall rack, "First though, I will start things off." He chalked the stick, then aimed in between the boy's tensed thighs inches from a lightly hairy crevice. He pushed it forward between the cheeks up against a virgin hole. His nephew bucked and wriggled, shaking his head and yelling. Galanis eased the stick up and breached, the boy tensed and screamed as he twisted the few inches now inside. Our host removed the stick, and shoved it under the boys nose. A man grabbed his hair and pushed him toward it, he glared at his uncle, humiliated and angry, no freedom but this glare. "The one ball first, my new friend, come on down!"
I stepped forward, feeling the smooth ball in my hand. Galanis patted my back and guided me to the table, I decided to climb on, and crawled up, making a show of running the ball down the struggling body chest to belly to cock. I pressed the ball in and admired the strong young straight toy squirming under it. I picked it up and pressed it against the soft scrotum, his testicles slid to either side of the ball under the tender skin. I reached under with the other hand and fingered the boy, feeling his warm tightness. Then I took the ball and pressed it in between the cheeks. That was the easy part, I felt I had the best part, the first stretch, so to speak. I forced it harder and felt the resistance, the tight hole only slightly spreading, but the boy began bucking and struggling so much it actually stretched a little more. The yellow sphere moving up, I enjoyed the poor fucker's grunting. I moved in harder, shoving now, and got both hands over the ball and leaned in. He grunted and healed his head against the table under it while his tight sphincter stretched over the smoothness and came to the center, and I full on shoved. The ball popped in as he shook and sweat formed on his brow, the ball was trapped behind the tight tortured muscle ring. I flicked his cock and got down.
"Amazing!" Galanis beamed, he went up to the head of the table and leaned in, whispering in the young man's ear. The pretty brown eyes widened fearfully and swiveled to Galanis as he walked away calling number two up. A large biker began his turn. Galanis came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder, "Fantastic start, thank you." The boy yelped as the second ball went in. I looked at the wriggling figure, breaking out into a sweat over his smooth young olive skin. His pretty lips quivering over the cue ball, eyes shut. I leaned in, "What did you whisper to him?" Galanis have a half smile and leaned back, I could smell cigar smoke and his blue eyes narrowed, "I told him if he didn't hold them in, all of them, I would let you all bullwhip his straight crotch until it his sack split." I raised my eyebrows. He laughed, "I don't know if I actually would, but he doesn't need to know." Ball three was in. The poor lad's face strained as some spittle dripped down the side of his cheek.
Leon Galanis stayed next to me through the show, we talked, the boy struggled. The firm body taught and straining as each ball required more effort to keep his precious straight junk intact.
Drinks were brought around. He sipped his, "What do you think of all this? What I am letting my nephew endure, too much?" I paused, "No I don't think so, who doesn't enjoy watching a hot straight get it rough? Especially if he was blackmailing you. And him being your nephew, really just makes it hotter." He nodded, "Always does, I should have done this ages ago but was soft. I paid his tuition and he just wanted more, now he's getting more...taking more anyway." Marcus was up and pressed the black eight ball up and the boy shrieked like a bitch around his cue gag as Marcus let his fingers go up and shove the balls further in. He smacked the boys balls making him spasm, and dismounted, winking at me with Galanis.
"My nephew liked to hustle pool at bars, this is my twisted play on his hobby. After this I'll probably display him in here, he will be badly damaged, but I'll keep him pretty. The last attempt at betrayal is still here, if you've taken a leak you may have encountered him." There were only two balls left to go. The boy was sobbing, belly bulging slightly, and each new ball began clacking as it went in against the ones already deep inside his tortured guts. He was glistening, heaving, groaning between screams. The hair on his chest matted around shining pink nips that were raising with desperate quick breaths, Galanis invited men to play, and the boy began being groped as well. I watched in amazed awe as the guy strained while hands groped, pinched, and prodded. My host turned to me, "You are fantastic, we should spend more time together. Maybe I'll come by to play with your Latin daddy, you are such a fantastic snatcher. I'd love to open you up to the possibilities of what to do with them after. I am sure as you explore the city and our community you're already opening up to possibilities." I was flattered, turned on, and surprised. I told him I absolutely would love that while trying not to sound too excited. Marcus would never believe it.
Galanis moved in close to the displayed show and I joined to watch the last ball shoved up, the boy was utterly ruined, shaking, crying, and the most recent ball protroiding as he strained to keep his pucker from betraying him and risking his valuable genitals. The poor buck desperately tried to hold them all in, and I loved being the only one to know why. With a clack the last one was in and the group cheered, Leon looked at his pathetic prize and patted the balls, "They're safe, you're fine for now, give it up." The boy sobbed and finally released, about five balls shot out, one making it into a pocket. There were more cheers as the toy just lay there humiliated and spread out, he had saturated the felt around him with sweat. His pretty body was molested more, a few old pervs stayed and pressed down to see if they could get all the balls out, mocking the straight boy as they played. As I walked out one had begun messaging his belly to see what he could do, and a few were ending their evening by jerking off together over the young tearstained face. I waited until they finished all over him and left a sweaty, cum covered boy with a ruined hole and a fractured mind.
It had been an excellent event, and I had connected much more than I thought with our illustrious host. I couldn't wait to fill Marcus in on the way home. I looked forward to the next time I encounter Leon Galanis.
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