I walked into the waiting area of the warehouse my contact had told me about. It was large and outside the city with a lobby area and side area tacked on. "Bring an attractive straight guy, make sure he is someone you have a connection with not someone random, tell him it's for a psychology experiment, tell him subjects will be paid a minimum of two hundred dollars with the condition everyone involved keep their participation a secret. Whoever you pick is your price of admission to The Rustler's Club. Of all of you admitted the one with the best offering will get lifetime VIP access in the club." He handed me the information for a fake psych study with the location with a few months to the date, and that was it.
I had thought a lot about the word "best." With the conditions of admittance the guy definitely needed to be attractive, straight, but also I had to have a connection. I would go for very attractive and very straight, but if they wanted someone connected it wasn't just about attractiveness. The Rustler's Club was a secret gay society that existed to dominate culture, politics, media, and flip the old script that we were lower on the pecking order. In more public circles members were responsible for the sluttification of male celebrities, getting straight celebrities naked on screen and off, and cultural pushes to get straight guys comfortable with gay guys and let their guard down. The chief way they expressed this privately was to use straight men and boys for their slaves, cattle, pets, and entertainment. The members used straight men every way to assert their dominance and, frankly, to enjoy their tighter assess.
To have VIP status would be access to more men, more wealth, more opportunities, and more fun. I wanted it, so I needed a good offering. There were zero morals around straight men for the Rustlers, so anything could happen to this guy. Clearly my knowing him was insurance to maintain secrecy, but there was an aspect of giving something to the club. The three of us being admitted were thoroughly vetted, they knew everything about us and our social network. I had to make it good.
So as I walked into the lobby I had my eyes fixed on the tight ass of the boy I brought. Rohnin was my cousin, he was freshly nineteen and in college. He had dark blonde hair and was in good shape from his years on the wrestling team in high school. His ass looked good in the grey joggers he wore. He was currently working on mixed martial arts, he had an Instagram dedicated to his work, and wanted to be an MMA fighter, he actually wasn't doing poorly at this and had a tight body to show for it. He had longer dark blonde hair he currently had loose and back with a surfer dude quality. If I didn't know he was into martial arts I could confuse the teen for a surfer type. He had been seeing a girl for a few weeks, it was new, but she wasn't his first. He was pretty, young, straight, and a blood relation. He was perfect. I would feel bad about my family's reaction to his disappearance, but I'd cope.
His maternal grandmother was Asian, so while initially looking like a corn fed white jock, he did have a slight hint of it in his eyes, which were brown and slightly slanted. He had smooth white skin with a sun kissed look, his face was a little more red from time outside. He wore Nike sneakers and a plain white tee shirt. "So we're here, now what? I have some stuff around two, this shouldn't take longer than that right?" I nodded, "Oh yeah I think it will be all over by then." A man came in, he was forties greying hair wore a tweed jacket and bow tie, "Here for the study?" He adjusted his glasses and looked at us. I nodded and we went down a connecting hallway that had multiple doors along it. The man stuck a red sticker on my shirt and a yellow one on Rohnin. "Okay yellow subject in the room, I'll speak with the red, then he will join you." My cousin shrugged and went in.
The man in tweed smiled, "Fantastic, now in there is a bunch of bondage and display gear. Your task is to get you guy displayed, hit the button that will be next to the door you go in, then the other wall to the room will rise and display him to the attendees. You can do it however you want, we have a bunch of rustlers watching cameras if he tries to escape or if you yell for help, but you would risk a chance at the VIP status. Then the local Rustler's Club President will judge the winning offering, and then you are officially a member of The Rustler's Club. What's your boy's name?" "Rohnin." "Relation?" "Cousin." "Age?" "Nineteen." He wrote it down and went to the lobby to get the next future Rustler and his offering. I went in.
Rohnin was staring confused and a little uncomfortably at the room, shifting and clearly uneasy. There was a spank bench, x cross, bondage table, sling, and just a chain with handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. There were various gags on a table, ankle spreaders, ropes, and every bondage gear imaginable. Rohnin looked at me, "Dude what the fuck?" I had to think quick, an older relative bringing a teen to this was very very suspicious even to a thick boy like him. I had to work quick if I wanted to keep him from bolting and more actually do this thing.
I fixed a surprised look on my face as I looked around the room, "Holy shit, okay now I get it." Rohnin looked at me, "Get what?" I went for it, "Well the guy said the red subjects have to get the yellow ones to either willingly get restrained, or just take the base $200 bucks. Then the more "excessive" they are willing to go, the more money we get for participating. I think it's a study on trust, embarrassment, or something like that." He looked less confused and his face went neutral and his eyes darted around, he was thinking. I went for it. "You know, that's a hundred bucks each, let's just go. It's too weird." He looked up, arms crossed, then ran his hand through his blonde locks. "Wait, yeah it's really fucking weird, but did they say how much more we could make?" I shifted and tried to look uncomfortable, "It's a decent amount, but it's kinda fucked up and you're my little cousin, I don't know if I'm okay with it. What would your folks say if they heard about this..." He took a step toward me and raised his darker bushy eyebrows, "Okay, but what's a 'decent amount?" I looked at him and sucked my teeth, "Five hundred to get yellow restrained, Five hundred to gag, and another five hundred per clothing removed. But it's fucked man, let's just go." Rohnin raised his hands up and came toward me "Hey hey, I'm not gonna tell my parents, are you gonna tell my parents? It's not like it's public or on camera, this is a study by a college and that pamphlet said it's anonymous...and I'm an adult, it's cool."
I had him. I tried to look uncertain, but was pretty sure greed was taking hold enough I didn't need to work as hard now. "Yeah, it is. I still don't like it." He opened his arms, "Hey, we got the pants, shirt, shoes and socks, that's two grand and we're cousins, you have seen me in a swimsuit at a reunion that isn't much different. Then get past the weird part and that's another thousand!" I shrugged, Look you're the one that has to be vulnerable here, we'll do what you're comfortable with and that's it. Also you're in college, you can have a bigger cut of the money. He lit up, "Damn really?! Okay, okay, let's get this over with. He stripped off his shoes and socks, joggers, and shirt quickly. He didn't know I was gay, I risked a few peaks but didn't commit my gaze.
He was so fit, flat belly, defined muscle, youthful smooth creamy skin. He had small pink nipples, and a decent bulge in his grey boxer briefs. He had a little pit hair and otherwise was smooth. I spied a few pubic hairs peeking from his waistband. "You think if we use two restraints that's more money?" I shrugged, "It might have been five hundred a restraint. Then I remember the gag was five." He stood under the handcuffs on the chain, "Okay, we'll do these, then prisoner leg things, and gag and then we can get this over with and be done. I got that thing I need to get to at two, and that give plenty of time." I got his wrists in the cuffs and pulled the chain raising them up. I made sure he was facing the wall that was due to come up. Then I got the ankles in the spreader. I went over to the gags...I wanted him on full display, I took a dental gag.
He looked at it, "That's a gag?" I shrugged, "Yeah, it's like the dentist uses, it'll be easier for you to breathe. Then I'll check in with that guy, and we can get you paid." I inserted it and ratcheted his mouth wide, his tongue was so pink. So were his lips, I was getting a little more than hot over the whole situation. While I fastened it I was close and smelled his cheap body spray and some natural musk. Once he bought the bullshit premise it had been too easy. I fastened the strap behind his head, swept his surfer boy hair out from behind it to show it off, and he was on full display.
His muscles arms were up and together, pits exposed, legs spread, mouth open. "You comfortable enough, can you get out?" He yanked down his arms tensing, and moved his legs in their spread bar. It was secured to the ground, he was stuck good. He just looked at me completely unaware of how hot he had gotten his older cousin, a secret gay pervert. I was lusting on him so hard, I obviously thought the boy was hot, I'd known him his whole life and he'd grown into a muscular and decently sexy specimen. I feel like there was a block by morality and standards that was going away as I viewed his lithe muscular young body all restrained and helpless. He wasn't a bad kid, straight, focused, not very smart but also not very stupid. But he was hot and I decided I wanted to take a little dark pleasure in this before I handed him over. Block gone. I wanted to play a little.
He was shifting uncomfortably now, I hadn't gone out the door and was just behind him. I was also just staring at him, less concerned now that he was fully secure. He hadn't agreed to take off the underwear, I walked behind him and ran my hands down his lats. He shuddered, "Ehhh, Op et!" He wriggled his hips as I dropped my hands and ran them along the inside of his waistband, then got an idea. I went and pressed the button to raise the wall. There was a mechanic whirring, Rohnin looked around confused as the wall in front of us raised up. While it disappeared to show rows of all kinds of leering gay men, I got behind my young cousin, and pulled his grey underwear down his spread thighs under his tight ass until the tore a bit around his spread knees, and displayed his cock and balls to the men.
It was great, the men cheered and clapped and many whistled. A spotlight targeted the boy and he was on full display, lit up, confused, making desperate protesting sounds while his pretty pink tongue lolled around in his mouth, and he struggled. The poor guy tried to bring his legs together, but the spread bar kept his legs wide and his thighs just quivered while framing the goods. His face was bright red, and his now exposed genitals flopped between his muscular young thighs. He was cut and had a nice pink head and a bed of unkempt pubes. I took a bow and then slapped his ass hard and he freaked out trying to escape. I heard the other walls open for the other two offerings and two more spotlights went to either side of the room I was in. To the crowd three rooms displayed three men, and now they got to watch the president judge them.
A large black man, completely bald, mid fifties and fit walked in wearing a suit with some cards between the display cubicles and the audience and introduced himself as Mr. Holt in a deep booming voice. There were about a hundred guys or so total in this club chapter, whispering and ogling the displays. He walked to my right and began with the offering there. I couldn't see but it was a Latino man, mid thirties, apparently pretty hot, and was the candidate's business partner. He had gotten him tied shirtless to the x frame and needed to have more clothing sliced off. He was uncut. The club President then walked past my display, gave me a wink, and went to the other display. It was another college student, he was the new member's student, he was twenty one, and on the basketball team. Apparently he was quite the specimen. He was tied clothed to a spank bench and had all his clothing sliced off with a tear, he was cut and hung. He must have had a panel gag or something, his voice was very muffled.
I listened to the musing on the other selections, but was mostly enjoying Rohnin. He hung there, cuffed, eyes desperately switching between anger and embarrassed confusion. He would struggle and bounce, starting to lightly perspire. He would pause and listen to the announcements about the other men, realizing eventually his turn was coming up.
Then the President came to my cubicle. He walked up and gripped the boys chin with one hand and stuck the pointer finger of his other hand in and examined his mouth like he was a horse. "Good teeth, and a nice healthy tongue, you'll be using that boy." Rohnin gagged as the man slid the finger down while he commented on the tongue and saliva dropped down the chin and neck. His dark brown eyes darted pitifully to me, he wriggled and sweat, his young body had a nice sheen from all the struggling under the heavy lights while we waited our turn, and the warehouse was hot. Mr. Holt wiped his wet finger off on the boy's pubes and reached up and pinched his little pink nipples, the boy groaned and winced. He moved in against him and reached around squeezing the muscle of the boy's ass. "What a find!" He called out to cheering from the crowd.
He moved to the side so the men could see the teen's exposed sweaty stretched out body. With his genitals out everyone could see that while mostly smooth he had his pit hair (now most with sweat) and a bed of dark blonde curlies in which sat a nice pair of tender boy balls and that generous cut cock, average thickness with a nice pink head. "Decent balls, great cock!" He took a card from his pocket, "Rohnin, interesting name, NINETEEN...you got us a nice young one. Youngest in a few years. And he's your cousin! Oh thank you for your contribution."
I smiled at Holt and looked out at the clapping crowd. Picking a blood relation seemed to impress everyone, but I wondered if the black basketball star might beat me out. He sounded more my personal type. My cousin gave a few violent yanks to his cuffs, struggled while his nice cock bounced around, and he shot me a horrified look, I met it and just adjusted my own cock under my jeans. He looked away, breathing heavy. Holt began again, "Alright, as the current President I get to pick a winner. It is close you all did great and are all definitely in. But I have to say...giving up a teen cousin is phenomenal. Contestant 3 is the winner with Rohnin! Not since Henry brought in his 18 year old nephew have we been so lucky." A few men slapped a fat older man in the front row who chuckled to himself.
Holt began again, "Another great group of candidates join the Rustler's Club, and we have another VIP member!" Everyone clapped as he slapped me on the back. "Alright, we will let everyone have a crack at those two, VIP members to the front, new candidates enjoy watching your contribution...contribute. There was also a dozen or so new catches we brought in a truck that we can pass around to keep things fun for everyone, see the usual staff if you are interested in taking one home after. My new friend and I will chat in the meantime, have a great time!" The wall lowered again enclosing Holt and I with my unlucky cousin.
He shook my hand, "Oh you did great. I could fill you in about the club tonight, or..." He looked at the sweaty young exposed boy, "We could have some fun just us?" Rohnin looked terrifed at us, I smiled, "Yes." I had already gotten hard. Holt laughed, "Usually my presidential benefits let me have first crack, but I'd enjoy watching you rape your boy there, and then you can leave us alone. If that works for you?" I nodded and approached what was now just a slab of terrified straight fuck meat.
I ran my hand down the boys chest, slick with sweat like the rest of him. He struggled and tried to beg, he just sounded ridiculous and spittled down himself. I ran my finger along his cock and through his pubic hair and gripped it, tugged it, made the boy grunt and wriggle like a worm on a hook. I examined the delicate tender smooth skin of his shaft, and bent down and gripped it, and sucked on it. I jerked a couple times, the young teenage body, straight as it was, couldn't help but react and he grew firmer. I played until the poor bitch was rock hard and throbbing, then slapped his member and let is bounce pointing up to his smooth belly. It was pretty big, almost made it to his belly button. Then I moved behind him.
I unzipped and let my own erection free, enjoying his twisting and trying to escape. I leaned in and whispered, "Sorry boy, but I have a chance to live my wildest dreams. And I'd be lying if I said this was never one of them." He thrashed and let out garbled nonsense, his firm ass clenching and bouncing in front of me. I ran a hand over the smooth butt, then let my thumb trace along the crack. I let it move in along his sweaty taint and then up against the tightest little bud. I switched to my pointer finger and slid it up slow, separating the clenched sphincter a bit and feeling his warmness as I penetrated in up to the knuckle. The boy freaked out while I molested his hole bouncing and I kept my hand moving with his ass, he squealed.
I gripped his thick hair with one hand and guided my cock against his crack with the other. I yanked his head back making him arch back, "Relax bitch." I tossed the head back forward. I guided my cock between the firm muscular mounds and felt his tight sweaty hole. I worked up harder, easing forward, the boy bucked but that made things easier and I got in a rough thrust home. One motion and my full erection raked up inside the tight warm hole. He shrieked so loud some guy must have heard outside, there was the sound of muffled clapping.
I heaved up into him, grunting and sweating, letting myself loose with abandon. Holt rubbed himself seated on a bench to the side. I barely noticed him. My hands gripped, and dug into the warm sweat-damp young flesh. I pulled his hair, pinched his tender bits, slapped his cock. He was yelling out and bellowing as Iworked over his whole body while my cock relentlessly ravaged his tight virgin hole. I held on for a while but finally needed to let go, I released a load up his ass and collapsed with a sigh into the pained bitch as his yelling turned to ragged sobbing. I licked and bit his shoulder as I let the last slick load shoot into him. He was good and broken, the life he had led was ending. I felt like mine was just starting.
I slid out, wet with cum and a little blood. I cleaned off with a towel Holt handed over, got dressed and presentable. Holt grinned, "That was amazing, you really ripped into him, I'm glad you got the VIP, you will make good use of your status. Making him trust you, getting him to ask for the restraint, that reveal! Inspired. Now..." He eyed the boy, "I'm gonna get to work, if you don't mind I may keep this one a while. You can visit, stop by my place tomorrow and I'll give you a full official VIP introduction to the Rustler's Club." He handed me a card and began molesting the sobbing broken boy. I left, practically backwards to see every minute before I left. Holt saw me watching and stood in front, gripped the boy's balls, yanked down hard and smiled. As the door shut it muffled a new wave of screaming.
I was feeling electric, this was going to be a great chapter in my life.
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