Straight Man Sold Into Sex Slavery

I woke up in a confused state, not knowing where I was. Last I remembered I was dragged along to this gay club for my friend’s bachelor’s party. I was pretty wasted and a couple of guys were hitting on me but I told them I was straight. However, that seemed to make them even more interested in me. The blonde one bought me a drink and I surely wasn’t going to say no to free liquor. That’s the last thing that happened, I think. My eyes adjusted to the light and I looked down. My clothes were off and I was completely naked, laying on a cold concrete floor. I immediately jumped to my feet and ran to the door in front of me but I was stopped by two chains, one on each wrist. The other ends were chained to the walls on either side of me. I was in a prison cell. 

Fear rushed over me and I had no idea what kind of crime I had unknowingly committed. It must have been bad to warrant this horrible treatment. What kind of prison chains their inmates up naked? There’s not even a bed in here. Before I could even gather my thoughts the door to the cell opened. It’s the blonde guy from last night! He’s bailing me out! 

“Where am I? What did I do last night?” I yelled at him.

He came closer and licked his lips and his face looked like he didn’t want to tell me something. 

He opened his mouth, “You didn’t do anything, Ryan. I did. I’m really sorry, but I didn’t have a choice.” 

My stomach sank. What the hell was he talking about? 

“What…” my voice was breaking, “what did you do?”

He exhaled deeply, “Well, you see, these people they uh… they had my friend in here and… well, the only way they’d let him out is by trading someone else…”

“Who’s ‘they’? What are you talking about? Is this a joke!” 

He ran his hands through his hair while looking at the ground. “It’s not a joke, I’m so sorry. But you only have to serve for a month. They promised me that. I’m.. I’m really sorry, Ryan. It was nice meeting you. Bye.” The door shut behind him. 

Serve? What the fuck does that mean? I didn’t do shit! Why did these assholes lock me up, whoever they are anyway. Not even a minute later the door slammed open. Two massive muscly guys walked in and undid my chains. One of them put handcuffs on me and they each grabbed an arm and dragged me along, my feet barely touching the floor. 

“Where are you taking me?” I asked them desperately. “Please, tell me what’s going on! I don’t belong here!”

The man on my right, without looking at me, said “We’re going to the cleaning station. Someone already booked you. You couldn’t imagine how much demand there is for straight, virgin man pussy. This specific customer paid a pretty penny, so you better show him you’re worth it…”