Tim's Strip Trip - Part 5 Going, Going, Gone.
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Background -- This is the story of Tim, an eighteen year old college student at UCSD with a taste for self-exposure and picks up from him stripping down in the locker-room, being found by the security guard, seen by his professor and getting into his car naked for his night-time ride back to Cardiff.
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Kyle got up from his desk, "Sarg, I erm, think I might have a lead."
The police sergeant looked over at Kyle, "Yeah, really, Kyle? You think so, or you know so? Which is it?"
Kyle ignored the barbed comment from his boss, he'd only graduated from the police academy six months ago and had yet to prove himself, "This guy, he looks like the Tim Street that's missing, Sarg. Here, what do you think?" Kyle went over and showed Sarg the blown-up pic of Tim, naked, shaved smooth, smiling into the camera.
"What the? Well, yep, that sure looks like him. He's still naked? And what's with his body hair? It's not there! Where is he? And just how do you have this pic, Kyle?"
"Well, it's kinda embarrassing, Sarg. I saw it on a meetup site."
"A meetup site, eh? A gay meetup site? I thought this Tim was straight, that's what his housemates had said when we went over to interview them." Sarg looked up at Kyle, obviously embarrassed. "Look, kid, I know you're gay. It's the 21st century, and all. It's no big deal. So this Tim, he's advertising on this gay hookup site, is that it?"
"Well it's a bit more hardcore than that, Sarg. And it's someone else advertising him. For a party this weekend. With Tim as the main attraction, in fact."
Sarg raised his eyebrows, "Well you learn something new everyday. Sounds pretty hardcore to me. You into this hardcore stuff, are you Kyle?"
Kyle blushed bright red and stammered out, "No, not normally, Sarg. I just seen it, that's all."
"Hey, it's none of my business what you get up to out of hours. And respect where it's due, you've got a lead on this missing Tim Street character, where we had none. Have you hatched a plan?" Sarg looks over at the blushing Kyle.
"I kinda wonder if Tim is there of his own freewill or not. I thought maybe I could attend the party, undercover, sort of thing. Scope it out, find out where he is, if he's ok, if he is there voluntarily or being held there, captive like, needs rescuing, you know..."
"So, you're telling me you're prepared to go to this party? Beyond the call of duty, I'd say, but awesome, yeah. Do we trail you? Offer you on-the-ground support? Or at least put some trackers on your vehicle?" asked Sarg.
"Erm trackers would be a good idea, Sarg. Though it's not guaranteed I could get into the party. It's by invitation only."
"Well what are you waiting for? Get yourself invited, damn it. You can even do that now, on company time, Kyle. Well done kid. I'm impressed."
Kyle went back to his desk and messaged the contact on recon. There was a reply within seconds, "So you interested in coming to the party eh? U got pix?"
Kyle typed "Yeah, here's a couple of me," and waited for what seems like forever.
"Very nice. But are they you? I need proof it's you, boy. How about you send me a nice friendly picture, like?"
"But I'm at work. Kinda awkward, you know."
"Well there's no law against going to the john, is there? Get your sweet ass along there and give me a pic. Now, boy, right now."
"Erm, I reckon I can do that, sure thing."
Kyle whispered to Sarg, "I need to prove it's me. You know. Take a pic."
Sarg looked up form his desk, confused at first, "Oh, OK, yeah, no problem, Kyle. Just do what you gotta do to get yourself to the party."
As Kyle entered the police station locker room, he received another message, "You still there boy? I need to see today's goods. Understand? Strip and pic me, boy."
Thankfully, thought Kyle, the locker room was empty. He stripped off and took a nude selfie against the lockers and sent it.
"Very nice. Now, get yourself hard by a window and send me that pic. Just to prove these ain't more stock pics."
Kyle didn't take long to get hard, he was already chubbing up. He couldn't quite believe he was doing this in the locker room at the police station in work time, with Sarg's approval. He got himself nice and hard and sent the pic.
"Mmm, that is very nice, boy. Now how about you bend right over and send me a pic of your sweet boi-pussy?"
Kyle shook his head in disbelief. What the fuck was he doing? He was a top, but this guy just seemed to ooze dominance. And Kyle knew he just had to get to this party. Kyle coudn't help himself but reply, "Yes Sir."
"Sir, eh? That's a good boy. You're definitely going the right way to get an invite, boy."
Kyle bent right over, took a pic of his ass and sent it.
"Damn boy, that's one mighty fine boi-pussy you got there. Bet your friends get a lot of pleasure from that. Yeah, you can come to the party, that's for sure. It's this Friday. I will send directions an hour beforehand. Now promise me you will come, and not mess me about?"
"Yes Sir, I promise, I will be there for sure."
"Ok, one more thing for me, Kyle. No, make that two. I want to see you jerk off right now, and then I don't want you to cum til Friday night. Oh, and a third thing. I need you to shave everything from the neck down off. Can you do that for me, boy? You want to come to the party, don't you?"
Kyle's hand was already wrapped around his cock stroking it, he was so horned up, "Erm yeah, Sir, I really do want to come to the party. Yes Sir, sure, yes, why not."
"Yes, why not indeed. Good boy. Great attitude. You're going to be very popular at the party. Now face the camera and give me your best cum shot, boy. You alone there, boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Now jerk n cum for your ticket to the party, boy."
Kyle did as he was told and was soon shooting his load in front of the camera.
"Very nice, boy. Now, remember, don't cum again before the party. And remember to shave every hair off below the neck. You got that? Damn you're one mighty pretty boy."
Kyle's face was flushed when he returned to his desk some twenty minutes after leaving it.
"Everything ok, Kyle?"
"Yes Sir, erm, Sarg. I got myself invited to the party."
Sarg looked up briefly and nodded, "Well done, kid."
Kyle thought to himself that Sarg didn't need to know about the jerk off to camera, the no cumming rule, the body shaving that he needed to do to get to the party. No need for all those details.
Two days later, a freshly body-shaved Kyle was kitted out with a tracker device in his car and a smaller tracker unit on his leather belt. Kyle had already received the message with the coordinates of where he had to be at for 7pm exactly, with a warning that if he was late he would miss the party.
Kyle took the road out of San Diego up into the foothills inland. The road soon turned to dirt track. Kyle saw four cars ahead of him as his satnav told him he had arrived at his destination, the middle of nowhere. He was fifteen minutes early. Two other cars arrived soon after him. The men in the various cars all sat in their vehicles, so Kyle stayed in his car too. After a twenty minute wait, a van arrived. The other men seemed to recognise it and got out of their cars, instantly becoming friendly and speaking. Kyle got out nervously. He noticed that he was by far the youngest there, by about fifteen years, minimum.
The van passenger door opened and Seth got out and walked towards Kyle, "So you must be the boy we saw on those pics and video. Now, we need proof that you gone and done what you were told to before we head off, so why don't you strip down and put all your clothes in the trunk of your car?"
All eyes turned to take a closer look at Kyle. Kyle knew he didn't have any choice if he wanted to get to the party and speak to Tim, so he started to do exactly what the man had told him to do. There was a silence as Kyle stripped off down to naked, depositing all his clothes in his trunk, knowing that the tracker for the car and in his belt would lead to this place, not where the party was.
"Bend over boy."
Kyle bent over the trunk of his car, his legs were pushed apart and he felt Seth's hands all over him and in his crack.
"Good. You gone and done what you were told to do, very nice, boy, very smooth. Now let me lock your car for you and I will take responsibility for your car keys, since you got no pockets on you. OK, everyone in the van. You, boy, blindfolded, cos its your first time."
The blindfolded Kyle was led to the van and sat down on the bench seat. Kyle sat there quietly, hearing comments and feeling hands roaming across him. He soon became hard at the attention he was getting on the journey. This was not going to plan, he thought to himself, anxious about the trackers in his car, and not on him, but he was now committed to speaking to the missing Tim and finding out out how he was. After a journey of some twenty minutes or so, the van came to a stop and Kyle was manhandled out of the van, totally boned up, and into the main shack where the beers were all lined up. Kyle's blindfold was ripped off him. He blinked and looked around and saw twenty pairs of eyes on him. Then he saw Tim, naked, casually serving beers to the arriving men, `Phew, at least I'm in the right place.'
Someone shouted at Kyle, "Go on, boy. Don't just stand there. Help your friend out with serving us men the beers."
Kyle didn't reply but headed over to Tim and whispered a "Hi."
"Hi," replied Tim, taking in Kyle's smooth body and throbbing boner, "I didn't know there was going to be another boy here tonight."
"Lol, no, I guess I didn't know I was going to arrive bare assed naked either. All my clothes are in my car at the rendezvous point," answered Kyle, taking in the fact that Tim thought Kyle was another boy, not a guest, like the men they were gathering beers for, and that fact dawning on Kyle too. Everyone else was clothed, just him and Tim naked and being treated like house bois.
Kyle's thoughts are interrupted. "Ah, cool, so you're naked like me for the duration, eh? I'm Tim, by the way."
"Kyle."
"Boys, stop chatting over there like a couple of girls and bring us the beers."
"Yes Sir," replied Kyle, and the two naked boys handed out the beers as the men ogled their bodies, their hard cocks, and slapped their asses. They collected empties and headed off to the kitchen for more beers. While alone in the kitchen, Kyle came up close to Tim and whispered, "Tim. Shhhh, but I'm police. I'm here to check up on your disappearance. Find out if you're ok or not. I mean you look ok. Are you?"
Tim looked over Kyle's shoulder, at the door, "Police? WTF? Really? You don't look like any police officer I've ever met," remembering his naked ride back the gym a few weeks earlier, "Like, where's your badge, even?"
Kyle grinned, "Haha, you got me there, not on me, of course. You can search me if you want. But look, I'm serious. Are you here against your will? You just disappeared off the face of the earth last week. We've been looking for you but no trace."
Tim was taking it in, the police were worried about him - they even sent one here - one of the sexiest ones he had ever seen, for sure, to check up on him, "Hey, it wasn't my idea at first, you know, but I've kind of got used to it. It's cool. Sort of. They treat me ok. They're good guys really."
Kyle took in Tim's answer, "That's why I'm here, to check up on you. If you're good to stay then that's cool, but if you want to go..."
"Boys, get your fine asses out here with some chilled beers. Now!" They went back into the main room and handed out more beers.
Al stood up and talked to the men, "OK, so before this auction of ours tonight, why don't we get ourselves acquainted with these two. We had promised one for you, but now it seems we have two to entertain you before the auction. But before you handle the goods, we're going to let you see what they can get up to." Al looks over at Kyle and Tim, "Ain't that right, boys?"
Kyle and Tim looked at each other in confusion, Kyle taking the lead, "Erm, not sure what you mean, Sir."
Al laughed, "Oh, I'm sure you do. Just get friendly, like, you know, a bit like you did at your workplace the other day. Just ignore us watching you. How about you start with some hugs and kisses?"
Kyle looked over at Tim, thinking to himself that he was supposed to be rescuing this guy, not making out with him, and certainly not in front of twenty guys. The decision was made by Tim, who came forward and hugged Kyle. Kyle hesitantly embraced Tim, and their bodies became one. Kyle whispered, "You ok with this?" Tim nodded and kissed Kyle, tongues meeting, bodies close together, their cocks hard against each other. The room settled to watch the two boys. Men were rubbing their own crotches and there were a few phones recording the boys. Kyle and Tim were hard and leaking over each other.
Tim knew the score, having been here for a week, and trained well by Mike. Tim knew what was expected of him. To put on a horny show to up the bidding. Mike had told him he would get five percent of the bid price to add to his payoff fund.
Tim reached down between them and took Kyle's seven inches in his hand and started to gently stroke it. Kyle let out a gentle moan. He knew he had to go through with this if he wasn't going to blow his cover. Though he was afraid he was going to blow something else. Tim's hand felt so good around his cock. He looked into Tim's eyes as if to reassure himself that this was all ok. Tim stepped away so that their hard cocks were now fully on show to the room. Tim stroked Kyle, and then dropped to his knees and took Kyle's cock deep down his throat.
There were cheers around the room, "Yeah, boys, get down and dirty."
Tim didn't need any encouragement, he was enjoying the feel of Kyle's hard cock down his throat, the taste of Kyle's leaking precum, and he had grown more than used to sucking dick in front of the house. Tim grabbed Kyle's plentiful smooth buns and squeezed them as he sucked. Kyle was a bit phased. Yeah, he'd been to quite a few parties but had never been the centre of attention like this before. Never the floor show. It was all new to him. Yet, Tim seemed to be expertly sucking on him and he was so rock hard at Tim's attention on him. Kyle forgot he was on duty and thought to himself, `Damn, this is one motherfucker horny scenario. Fuck, this is hot.'
One of the guests turned to Al, speaking loudly, "How about you get this new boy to fuck the daylights out of the boy we came to bid for? That would be awesome."
Al laughed, "Yeah, you're one step ahead of me on that. Boy," pointing at Kyle, "You heard the guest, how about you prep ythe house boi with your tongue then fuck his sweet ass for us?"
Kyle looked down at Tim, who was still on his knees with Kyle's cock buried deep down his throat, and sensed that Tim wanted this, wanted Kyle's cock inside him. Kyle watched as his cock reappeared out of Tim's mouth and Tim got up and then lay down on his back on the table, knocking a few empty beer bottles out of the way, and pulled his legs right up. Ready. Waiting. For Kyle. To fuck him. Smiling at Kyle as if to say, `My boi-pussy is yours. Fuck me. Seed me.' Kyle tugged on his cock, and dropped down, his tongue onto and into Tim's boi-pussy, wetting it, licking it, pressing against it, feeling it give, pushing in, opening Tim up, getting Tim ready for a fuck. It wasn't long before Kyle reckoned Tim was ready for him and he moved up, kissed Tim, and pressed his cock against Tim's pussy. Tim slowly letting Kyle in. Looking up at Kyle, into his deep blue eyes. There was lust between them. Tim could sense Kyle wanted him, and Tim wanted Kyle. Tim wanted Kyle's seed inside him. Kyle put his hands on Tim's thighs and started to thrust slowly, deep into Tim. The men crowded round, watching, cheering them on. Some with their own cocks out, wanking as they watched Kyle fuck Tim. Tim on his back. Kyle now slamming hard and deep into Tim. Tim's dick leaking precum over his abs. Someone started to tweak Kyle's nips as he fucked Tim. A finger slipping between his ass cheeks, fingering his hole. It was all too much. Kyle shouted out as he buried his cock deep into Tim and shot his load into Tim, then resting it there.
Men shouting, "Yes. Good fuck, boy. Now, get the bitch to clean you up."
Kyle was still high from the most intense fuck he'd had for ages. He climbed up onto the table, straddled Tim, and placed his cummy cock into Tim's waiting open mouth. Kyle watched Tim licked the cum off his cock. Behind him, someone got hold of Tim's cock, stroked it, moved it, pressed it against Kyle's exposed ass. Hands were on Kyle's hips, encouraging him to sit back onto Tim's cock. For Tim to fuck Kyle, for Kyle to ride Tim's cock. Kyle felt himself opening and Tim enter him. His own cock still hard, but now licked clean. Kyle pushed down, feeling Tim deep inside him now. Kyle resting on Tim's abs.
"That's it, cowboy, now ride your bitch home."
Tim looked up as Kyle started to ride his cock. Kyle's cock slapping on Tim's abs as he rode Tim. It didn't take long before Tim shouted out in ecstasy and shot his seed into Kyle. Kyle dismounted and licked Tim clean. He helped Tim up off the table and they kissed.
Al shouted out, "OK, OK, now you've seen what these boys are capable of. It's time for your pre-auction inspection." Kyle and Tim were made to stand in the middle of the room. They were blindfolded and had their hands tied behind their backs. They stood there as the men came round, close up. Hearing their comments, what the unknown voices might want to do to them if they won the auction. Feeling hands tugging on their cocks, squeezing their balls, tweaking their nips, slapping their asses, fingering their holes. After a good thirty minutes of Tim and Kyle being handled and groped, Al shouted out, "OK, that's enough handling of the goods. Take your seats and we can start the auction."
The men all sat down, leaving Kyle and Tim standing in front of them, still blindfolded, and hands tied behind them, fully erect, on show. Al stood close to the boys, "OK, so several of you have come up to me and said you were interested in bidding for the pair of these fine specimens of American youth. We had planned to just auction our boy, but you seem to be interested in bidding for our naked guest too. So what the fuck, let's do it. Bid for the two of them. Let's see if you hit the reserve for the two of them together. If not, then you can always bid for them separately. Let's see how the bidding goes, eh? See if there is demand for the pair, not for the night, but for the weekend, or even longer, depending on the price you're willing to pay. I've got a couple of bidders online too, so tonight is going to be interesting."
Tim and Kyle both stood there, taking in what Al was saying, and were shocked by prospect of a weekend - or longer - use. It was only supposed to be for the evening. And only for Tim. This was not in the plan for either of them, yet they remained silent. Kyle had planned to bid for Tim himself but that opportunity was long gone. They knew they shouldn't say anything. They stood still, unseeing, seen, not just in the room, but also over the internet, wondering if they had seen them fucking each other over the internet too.
Al hushed the room, "OK. Let's start the bidding at $100 for the pair of them for the evening." Bids came in quick and fast and it was soon up to $600 for the pair for the evening. Then a bid came in over the internet, $1,700 for them both for the weekend.
Al smiled, "OK, now we're getting serious. Bidding for the pair of them for the weekend, I've got $1,700. Any higher bids out there?" A few men in the room shake their heads, too much money for them even if the goods were so fucking gorgeous. However, there were enough with the money to keep the bidding going.
Minutes later, Al was grinning, "Great bidding so far. We currently have $4,500 from Wayne, in the room, for the pair of them for the weekend. Is that the final bid? Or is anyone willing to offer more?"
Al continued, "$6,000 from Chas, an internet bidder. Do we have any other bids?" There was a long pause, before Al shouted, "Final bid accepted. $6,000 from Chas, for the two of them for the weekend. Bidding over. Why don't you men enjoy the goods until Chas sends over to collect them? You can tease them, edge them, play with them, but just don't make them cum."
The men got up and crowded round Tim and Kyle, groping them and each other. Al went to the laptop and chatted for a long time with Chas about the collection. An hour later, a truck arrived at the compound. Al and Mike led Tim and Kyle out to the truck, still naked, blindfolded and hands tied behind them, and sat them down in the back of the truck.
Mike talked to them both, "Just a short ride for you both. Gotta keep you blindfolded so that you don't know where Chas lives, you understand, don't you? They'll take these off when you get there. Have fun, don't let us down, now. We'll see you back here Sunday evening around midnight." Mike slammed the door shut and the truck drove off. The guests were soon driven back to the rendezvous point for their drive home. Kyle's car was the only one left there.
Later, the group were all sat round, drinking more beer and smoking weed. Al grinned, "$30,000, wow, what a night. Fucking awesome, eh?"
"$30,000? I thought the bid for them was $6,000," asked Mike.
"Oh, yeah. I knew I forgot a little detail there. Chas didn't pay $6,000 for them for the weekend, he paid $30,000 for them. For keeps."
"For keeps? WTF? You mean you sold them both off? Totally? They're not coming back Sunday?" asked Mike.
Al looked at Mike then round at the others, "Yeah, you heard me right, Mike, they're not coming back. That's the last we seen of those two. WTF do you think happened to all the other house boys? You still believe that fairy tale about them getting a ride back to town?"
Mike sat there stunned, unable to think of what to say.
Al continued, "And before you get to being sorry for them, that innocent-looking Kyle was a cop. Sniffing round."
"How the fuck?" asked Mike.
"When he jerked off at work to get a ticket to tonight, I saw his police uniform in a pile on the bench behind him. Serves him right for being such a dumb ass."
The men laughed.
"So, Mike, you need to get busy especially since we traded a fine outstanding police officer tonight. I need you to take down the details of the party, and delete that recon user profile. And guys, we need to get out there and search the streets for a new house boi, now that Tim's been sold off. Tomorrow night, after the bars close. Should be easy enough pickings on a Saturday night. Oh, yeah, and we need to ditch the car that Kyle was in too. Perhaps we need to pick two boys up tomorrow. Selling two at a time seems like the way to go."
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OMG. Instead of being rescued, Tim has been sold at auction as a white slave, together with Kyle, the young police officer who was there to rescue him! I have no idea who Chas was or where they were headed to in that van so that's the last we're likely to hear of Tim and Kyle.
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