Erotic gay fiction from Gaydar: Captured by a gang
Captured by a gang
A story submitted to Gaydar.net
Keith was halfway through his evening shift at the mall. He carried his dark roast from the onsite Starbucks with him as he patrolled the complex. His dark-blue guard uniform fit his slender frame loosely, the shirt often hanging out clumsily from beneath his belt.
Keith knew that he wouldn’t have to work the mall beat forever. He was a second-year college student majoring in computer science, and he had high aspirations that he’d soon be able to begin a successful career. But, for the time being, he had fire doors to check and shoplifters to catch.
He walked by a shop with dark, mirrored windows, catching his own reflection. He stopped and ran his fingers through his short, wavy blond hair. At twenty years of age, Keith was an exceptionally good-looking lad, with a trim, boyish figure and bright blue eyes.
Keith resumed his sleepy patrol through the mall. It was a lazy, five-hour shift that ended at 11 PM, but it provided him with some badly-needed spending money. As he made his rounds, he offered directions to a group of older women, told a bunch of kids to stop running, and then helped Ted – one of the caretakers – pick up strewn trash.
“Thanks, little buddy…” winked Ted. “You’re a good kid.”
As Keith sauntered off to continue his rounds, Ted watched him with a smile. When Keith bent over to pick something up, his firm, lean backside aimed upward in Ted’s direction, the crotch of Ted’s pants began to noticeably swell.
“What I wouldn’t do to get that boy naked…” Ted grinned to himself, adjusted his chubbed-up cock.
Just as Keith was nearing the end of his shift, he got an alert of a disturbance in the west wing of the building, second floor. When he got there, Keith could see a group of young men roughhousing each other – eight guys in total. They were about Keith’s age, but they didn’t look familiar – they had an air of danger, they seemed to be looking for trouble.
“What have we got here?” asked one of the guys – a red bandana tied around his head – sizing Keith up. “Looks like a little boy playing dress up as a rent-a-cop.”
“Sir, we don’t allow fighting or rough play inside the mall…” said Keith, trying to sound imposing. “Please make your way to the exit.”
“Fuck off, little bitch…” sneered the guy with the red bandana, drawing laughter from the other guys.
“I’m going to continue on my rounds…” said Keith, trying to defuse the situation. “Please ensure that you’ve exited the mall by the time I return, otherwise we will need to call the police.”
Keith walked purposefully away, but he could hear the group of guys laughing and shouting insults in his direction.
After about 20 minutes, Keith walked back to the spot where he’d encountered the boisterous group of guys. He was relieved that there was no sign of them. He checked his watch – knock-off time. Keith breathed a sigh of relief and headed to the security team’s storage-room to get changed.
The security team’s storage-room consisted of a desk, a couple of filing cabinets, a wall full of monitors, a small section of lockers, and a bathroom toward the back, all of which was monitored by a camera in the corridor.
Keith didn’t realise that Ted had discovered that he could watch the monitor of that security camera from the caretakers’ office. It had become a habit for Ted that each night, at the end of Keith’s shift, he would take up position and eagerly watch the young security guard getting changed.
As Keith had begun to unbutton his uniform, there was a knock on the door of the storage room. Assuming that it was the night-porter, coming to check something with him, Keith opened the door. He recoiled in shock when he saw the eight guys that he’d tried to disperse from the mall a short time ago.
Before Keith could react, the guys pushed him back into the storage-room – following him in and closing the door behind them.
“Long time no see, bitch!” sneered the guy with the red bandana, grabbing Keith by the shirt and pushing him down onto a chair.
“What are you doing?” gasped Keith.
“Teaching you to show some respect…” grinned the guy, holding Keith down while his buddies gaffer taped his hands behind him and secured him to the chair.
Meanwhile, Ted was watching the monitor with intense interest as the action on-screen unfolded. He knew that he should probably call someone to help Keith, but he was intrigued to see what might happen if he let things play out.
“Strip him…” instructed the red bandana guy.
Keith’s shirt was ripped from his body. Someone produced a knife and his trousers were cut away. He was soon sitting there in just his tight white briefs, tied to the chair.
As he watched the screen, Ted could feel his hard cock throbbing. He unzipped his trousers and released his cock, wrapping the palm of his hand around the thick shaft.
“He’s got cock-sucking lips…” sneered red bandana guy, grabbing Keith firmly by the chin and rubbing his thumb roughly across Keith’s lips.
Keith looked up at his tormentor – he knew he was powerless. Red bandana guy pushed his thumb between Keith’s lips – Keith knew that he had no choice but to suck it. He locked eyes with his tormentor.
“Yeah, I knew it…” nodded red bandana guy. “Cock-sucking lips.”
Keith had never felt so vulnerable and exposed. In a strange way, it kind of excited him.
“You see…” continued red bandana guy. “My boys like getting their cocks sucked. Who doesn’t, right? So, I’m thinking that you could show your respect to us by putting those cock-sucking lips to work. How does that sound?”
Keith nodded. The guy’s thumb was still in his mouth, so he nodded. If that’s what it was going to take to end this ordeal, then Keith was ready to do it.
Red bandana guy unbuttoned his jeans and presented his thickening cock to Keith. He removed his thumb from Keith’s mouth and pushed his cock forward. Keith tried to get it as wet as possible as the thick cock slid across his tongue and pushed down towards the back of his throat.
Red bandana had his hands on the back of Keith’s head, holding him in position. He brought one foot up onto the chair so that he could drive his cock in and out of Keith’s slurping mouth.
“Yeah, fuck that slut’s throat…” said one of the guys standing beside Keith.
Out of the corner of his eye, Keith could see that the other guys had their cocks out and were jacking them in readiness – all eager to take their turn on their captured cocksucker.
“You’re a greedy little fucker, Freddie…” said a voice from near the doorway. “Are you going to keep the boy’s mouth all to yourself?”
“Easy, Uncle Ted…” laughed red bandana guy. “You told us to warm him up for you!”
Keith gasped for air as red bandana guy – Freddie – withdrew his spit-slick cock from his throat. As Freddie stepped aside, Keith was confused to see Ted standing before him.
Ted had his cock out and a grin on his face as he grabbed Keith by the hair and pushed his hard cock between the boy’s lips.
“I’ve had my eye on these cock-sucking lips for months…” growled Ted. “Feels so good to finally have them wrapped around my shaft. We’re going to have some fun tonight, boys. We’re going to have some fun tonight!”