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Lewis wakes with a jump. He has woken to find himself in a room with ten doors. He has no idea how he got here, or why he is naked, but there he is lying spread-eagled on the cold floor. Examining his surroundings, he can see that he is lying in a circular shaped pit in a circular room. There’s a raised level surrounding the pit that has soft padding running around it and beyond this, there are ten evenly spaced doors. Lewis’ head is still heavy from the drink and he’s finding it difficult to pull himself together. He’s looking around for a clue, for something that might reveal where he is. He looks for his clothes; he was definitely wearing some in the club, wearing them when he was talking to Ross, right before his mind was wiped blank and he woke up here. There are no clues. Nothing. Suddenly, he notices a throbbing pain. It’s coming from his arse hole. Reaching between his legs he explores with his fingers. Something thick, gloopy and moist is coating his hole. He pulls his hand away, half expecting to see blood stain his fingertips, and is relieved to find the substance is clear. Relief that only lasts for a split second. “Fuck!” It looks like cum. Sniffing it . . . it smells like cum. Cum and arse. “I’ve been fucked, some cunt has used my hole.” Now he remembers . . . he wanted all this and that explains why his cock just twitched. That’s why his cock is growing big, getting firm. That’s why his cock is now solid as a rock at the thought of being fucked? But he’s straight. Never tried anything with another man, even if he had thought about it while wanking . . . thought about doing things with Ross. A memory is forming clearly in his head, a conversation he was having with Ross in the club comes back to him. Ross is a good mate; he’s known him for a couple of years. They met when their girlfriends became friends through work. Lewis will admit to anyone who cares to ask that he has a lot of feelings for Ross but has only recently admitted to himself that he wishes they were a lot closer, especially after the skiing holiday last month. Lewis tries to remember the conversation. They were both drunk . . . if he just concentrates a bit harder, he will remember it. On the skiing holiday, Ross had told Lewis how much he liked the look of his body, how he appreciated looking at a handsome, well build, toned man. Lewis had returned the compliment, and later that night, after a few beers, they had joked about wanting to use each other the way they use their girlfriends in the bedroom. Tonight had something to do with that conversation, the conversation about wanting to fuck each other. isvecbahis Only tonight they hadn’t just been talking about it; he had actually done something about it. Lewis had put his hand down the front of Ross’s jeans in the club. Lewis feels between his legs again, rubbing his fingers around in the cum, he has the urge to do something more than rub. “It feels like Ross did a good job.” He plunges a finger deep into his arse hole. The throbbing intensifies, it’s painful but satisfying. He can feel his arse is full of cum, more cum than is coating the outside. “Did Ross really do this?” Whoever fucked him, they did it recently and just before he woke up. His finger explores deep inside his hole, finding more cum. He begins to move around inside himself quickly, aggravating the throbbing further but fulfilling his satisfaction more and more with each stroke. His cock twitches violently. Pre cum is oozing from his bell end like a fountain. He has to stop. Needs to work out where he is. “What the fuck am I doing? I’m straight! I fuck my girlfriend. I’m a real man. Big and toned. A man all the girls want to fuck. A man all other men try to be!” But he can’t kid himself when it comes to Ross. That man is something else. Lewis staggers to his feet feeling lightheaded and weak at the knees. He can feel it. Cum oozing and flowing down between his arse cheeks, along the back of his tight balls, down the insides of his legs. “Fuck, how much is up there?” He takes a look around the room. The room with ten doors. Each door looks the same except they are individually numbered. But where do the doors lead? Is one of them an exit? Will opening any explain what he is doing here? “For fuck’s sake, Lewis, think!” He needs to think of a plan, he needs to get out of there as quickly as possible, he needs to find Ross. He looks around the room again, looks straight at door Four. This is the first door he will try. Fours is his favourite number after all and there is nothing more to it than that. “What else can I do?” Stumbling forward, he reaches the door with his favourite number stamped upon it. He takes a deep breath before yanking at the handle. He’s not surprised to find it’s, unlocked allowing him to pull the door open. The room before him is empty, at least as far as he can tell. Its pitch black inside except for a spot of white light streaming down from the ceiling illuminating the very centre of the room. It looks like a spot light focused on the centre of a stage. His heart racing, cock erect, his hole twitching. Lewis steps forwards into the room. Total darkness. His world has gone black again isveçbahis giriş Door 4 The hood over Lewis’s head is pulled back. He is tied down. He knows how he got here: someone threw a black hood over his head and wrestled him into place when he stepped through the door. Someone bigger and stronger than him. “This feels amazing!” he admits to himself. A bright light is being shone directly onto his face and it’s blurring his vision. It’s so bright he can’t focus his eyes at all. He can’t see and so his senses are heighten. He is still naked, completely expose. He can feel his skin tingling all over with goose bumps from the movement of the air. He can hear movement all around him, shuffling and breathing. He’s surrounded by people; he can’t see them, but he can tell they are there. He’s suddenly stung with blinding pain and his arse hole is throbbing much more than before. It’s being invaded. It’s twitching with pain, as though something is shoved deep inside it. Lewis clenches his arse cheeks tight. There is something large and firm sticking out of his hole now. Blinking back tears, Lewis tries to focus his eyes. They are slowly adjusted to the light and he can make out a silhouette moving around beyond the darkness. “ROSS! MATE, IS THAT YOU?” Nothing. His heart is racing, pounding in his chest. “What the fuck is going on!” He needs to find out quickly, but how? Lewis tried to keep calm, thoughts rushing through his head. He remembers being in the club clearly now, remembers putting his right hand down the front of Ross’s jeans and grabbing at his impressive cock. He had then looked straight into Ross’s eyes, hoping for a reaction. Ross’s face had broken with a wild, drunken grin before leaning in close to him and whispering softly into his ear, “I want to be inside you, Lewis.” That had started a fire in Lewis’ belly. A reckless edge had taken over them. They had left the club and their girlfriend’s behind, agreed to go to the gay quarter of town to find another club, a club they could go and get their hands on each other, a place to fuck! They were drunk, they didn’t care. Lewis is suddenly pulled away from his thoughts, pulled back into the here and now. He can sense someone moving close to him, behind where he is tied down. Water starts to fall over him, running through his hair. Only it’s not water, its piss, he can smell it as it runs down over his face. His body is being covered in someone’s piss. Lewis starts thrusting his body as much as he is able, starts fighting against the ties that hold him down. He notices his cock again, more solid than it felt before. “Oh isveçbahis yeni giriş FUCK!” He’s enjoying this. He’s straight! None of this should turn him on, but it does. The pissing has stopped. He can open his mouth now without taking a gob full of warm stinking piss. “ROSS, LET ME GO. LET ME SEE YOU!” The spotlight goes out and plunges the room into total darkness. He can hear movement all around him, shuffling and breathing. It’s clear he’s still surrounded by people. It’s definitely not just one person, not just Ross, but a whole bunch of people. Suddenly Lewis feels someone grabbing at his cock, his rock hard throbbing cock. It’s a man. The hands are clearly big and rough and could only belong to a man. These hands are grabbing at his cock and balls. “OH FUCK! TOUCH ME!” Lewis can’t believe how much he is enjoying this. They listen and he’s glad they do; he wants to be man handled and abused. The fire he had for Ross in the club returns to his belly. He can feel something warm and wet wrapping itself around his cock. It’s a man’s mouth. He can feel the brush of facial hair on the inside of his right thigh while the tongue gets to work licking at his shaft. Someone has his cock in their mouth and is moving up and down it, licking wildly has they go. He struggles against the ties that hold him down thrusting his body back and forth to send his cock further down inside that hungry mouth. Lewis is writhing around in absolute pleasure when another pair of hands lays itself on his left leg, working their way up from the inside. They glide slowly up, touching lightly against his muscly thigh, heading higher and higher. His arse hole twitches. He can feel the large, firm object inside him . . . it’s moving. “FUCK! OH FUCK YES!” Lewis is consumed by absolute pleasure, he can’t help himself from screaming out. This pleasure is like nothing he had ever felt before. It’s a pleasure that burns. His arse hole is throbbing with pure pain. The hands are forcing the object deep inside him. He feels like his hole will split. He pushes against it, trying to clench his cheeks, trying to stop it from moving, but the hands just force it in deeper still. He can’t take it anymore and knows he will pass out from the mix of pain and pleasure if it goes on for any longer. It doesn’t. It stops. The sucking at his cock stops too. Nothing. Lewis is left alone, catching breaths. His heart is pounding in his chest. It’s going to burst. He is sure he will pass out from the intensity of it all. But he doesn’t. He has managed to control his breathing again and can sense these people moving around him. Light suddenly returns to the room. Not the spotlight as before but small dim lights flicker to life all around the room. Lewis is blinking rapidly working to focus his eyes. He can see alright now and takes a look down at his naked body.
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