The World At An End

Postby Canuck33 » Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:18 pm

December 2013

It was Chris’s final Christmas at Sydney University, and he meant to make it special. He had no idea what strange, inconceivable fate he was facing. Even with his depraved imagination, nothing could’ve prepared Chris for what was coming ahead. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Australia holds the distinct honour of enjoying the best of both worlds: Christmas in the summer. This meant that the beaches were filling up, and Bondi Beach in particular was filling with gay older men. While a great number of those men were retirees, and hence a bit too old for Chris’s liking, he had no trouble finding cruising the beach during (and after) his patrol hours and conversing with potential mates; which is what he did every Christmas.

However, this year was really going to be special because Bondi Beach was holding a Christmas auction on December 15, which featured lifeguards as the auction items!

Roman was the first to find an email, sent by a curious, older gay gentleman named “Matthias”, who invites all of the male lifeguards at Bondi Beach, regarding of their sexual orientation, to take part at the Christmas Auction he was organizing.

The email described the proceedings as follows: The auction will begin with an introduction of the subjects. Every “candidate” is required to prepare a very short personal speech, no more than 60 seconds. The speech should describe them in the best possible way without being dishonest. It is within the candidates’ best interest to make themselves appear as cute, intelligent, sweet and likeable as possible. That will ensure high, competitive bids.

Next, the host (Matthias himself) will ask each candidate a few more questions. Each candidate gets a total of five minutes of air-time. Matthias will not necessarily ask for their sexual orientation, but the questions may indeed be quite embarrassing, so the candidate better be prepared to feel vulnerable and exposed.

Once every subject has been presented, there will be a short break, after which the bidding will start. Every candidate will be stripped to their lifeguarding uniform – a tight speedo and matching cap, do a little dance onstage, and then have their name called up front, where they will present themselves. Once sold, the candidate will be tied up and taken offstage, where the buyer will be signing a contract, virtually claiming ownership over the subject for the weekend. The money earned will go towards Prostate Cancer research, BUT each subject will win a $100 gift certificate to any major clothing store. Not bad.

A bought subject should think of himself more as a house servant than a prostitute. He’s also a fundraiser who’s helping out a noble cause. Under the contract, any sexual contact or violence aimed at the subject was not allowed unless done with consent. The subject could expect to engage in appropriate housework, such as cooking and cleaning for their buyer, and occasionally being teased about their situation. Humiliation was to be expected, as long as it wasn’t overtly violent or degrading. Slight spanking was allowed, and in fact encouraged. Most importantly, the subject will be wearing their speedo uniform the ENTIRE time, and they could expect to be tied up, gagged, hogtied, caged, etc. Therefore, candidates with a liking for bondage should be encouraged to sign up; claustrophobics…not so much.

Within seconds, Roman texted his friend Chris and told him to open his email. Having known his friend for several years, he knew Chris would never forgo an opportunity like this. Wasn’t it just weeks ago that Chris did something with their swim coach, Bill?! Even though Roman loved being tied up and has participated in several of his staged kidnappings, Chris’s exposure to BDSM was on a whole other level.

Just as expected, Chris responded with a minute or two.
“Hey Roman! Holy shit, this Christmas auction looks amaaaaazing! Do you know who else signed up for it?”

“Not yet. But I wouldn’t be surprised if Nick and Fred joined in on the fun.”

“Nick and Fred? I thought Nick was straight, and Fred has a wife for god’s sake!!”

“Lol, do you think that matters? Besides, Nick may be straight, but he sure loves being tied up. Only last week I had a scene with him. I tied up him up in his red boxer-briefs and gagged him with a sock. The dude loved it. LOVED IT, I’m telling you! He was basically begging me to suck on his thing…”

“You lucky bastard!!!11!” Chris added an angry face emoticon. He couldn’t believe Roman’s luck.

“Anyways, just got a response from Nick. He’s signed up already. You better hurry up, I hear that they’re only looking for six subjects. If the thing is successful, they might do a round two next week, haha.”

“Alright, I’m on it. Thanks again!”


TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The World At An End

Postby NemesisPrime » Wed Sep 24, 2014 3:57 am

Ahhhh so Chris eventually got to leave huh?

Still i iwsh I was in these boy's shoes cause I would be in heaven :D
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Re: The World At An End

Postby mikeybound » Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:13 am

I'm still trying to figure out how the title figures in to this. Sounds like this is gonna be fun!

Re: The World At An End

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Sep 25, 2014 6:58 am

Nemesis - "forever" is all relative. If you were in Chris's situation, I can assure you that even 5 minutes would feel like forever! :twisted:

Mikey - you'll find it out soon enough why I picked that title! I don't want to spoil anything yet..my schedule is looking pretty light this weekend so I should be able to get some writing done.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The World At An End

Postby NemesisPrime » Thu Sep 25, 2014 12:15 pm

Canuck33 wrote:Mikey - you'll find it out soon enough why I picked that title! I don't want to spoil anything yet..my schedule is looking pretty light this weekend so I should be able to get some writing done.

If it's what I think then I have a great quote to use! :)
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: The World At An End

Postby Canuck33 » Fri Sep 26, 2014 10:59 am

Nemesis, I really don't know what you're thinking, but if it's dirty, you might be disappointed. Lol.

PART 2

It appeared there were slightly more applicants than Matthias anticipated. He had to limit their number by requesting every applicant to summarize, either in paragraph or essay form, why they would make such excellent subjects in the auction. Naturally, Chris and Roman both recounted, in wonderful detail, their experiences, their summer 2012 kidnapping at the hands of Mitt and Gerard. Roman also described how he initially met Chris at an LGBTQ meeting when he was still in grade 12, and even though they weren’t officially a couple, they were very close friends. He asked Matthias if it’d be possible to be bought together.

Matthias mentioned that it all depended on the buyer’s willingness to purchase two subjects instead of just one. It was unlikely, but he would point out that the boys preferred to be bought together. Based on Matthias’s responses, Roman got the idea that the old dandy has hosted such auctions before.

On Thursday night, a link to the event website was emailed to each “successful” candidate. The page included each candidate’s first name, a short physical description and, if applicable, their program of study, and perhaps most appropriately – each candidate had a full-body picture, looking extremely cute in nothing but a tight speedo:

#1 – Fred, 29 years old, senior lifeguard; 5’10’’ 160 lbs, slim/muscular with a deep golden tan, short brown hair and light stubble, sun-weathered chiseled face and deep green eyes.
#2 – Nick, 21 years old, comp sci student and part-time lifeguard; 6’1’’ 160 lbs, skinny but sexy, short blond hair, blue eyes, looks like a young Edward Norton
#3 – Kenny, 24 years old, junior lifeguard; 5’7’’ 140 lbs, muscular with a six-pack, short brown hair, green eyes. Huge bondage enthusiast, former teen model
#4 – Jared, 23 years old, graduate student in engineering science and part-time lifeguard; 5’9’’ 150 lbs, slim and muscular, Korean, pale, medium-length black hair and dark eyes, wears glasses/contacts
#5 – Chris, 22 years old, English student and part-time lifeguard; 5’7’’ 140 lbs, slim and muscular, deep golden tan, thick light brown hair and bright green eyes
#6 – Roman, 21 years old, history student and part-time lifeguard; 6’1’’ 165 lbs, slim/muscular built, pale, short brown hair and brown eyes, “mixed” ethnic background

Immediately, Chris felt himself overcome with a sense of excitement. He was about to stage with five other gorgeous, smooth, chiselled lifeguards, be admired by an audience of gay men and sexually-desperate women, while all the while raising money for cancer research! What could be better?

Chris kept browsing through the website and found very little information about the auction contract. Basically, all he had was Matthias’s promise that the subjects would not be forced to do anything against their will, but they will be expected to “serve” their buyers by cleaning and cooking for them. Bondage was permitted so long as it wasn’t “terribly strict”. Again, what did that entail? If Chris was going to sign his life over for a weekend, he wanted to have a little more knowledge and know what to expect!

He called Roman.
“Hello?” Roman answered, his voice sleepy. “Chris?!”
“Guilty as charged. How’s it going mate? Do you have a minute?”
“Chris, it’s fucking 1 in the AM! What the hell is wrong with you calling me at this hour?!”
“You’re right, maybe it’s nothing but I had to talk to somebody. Have you seen the link Matthias sent?”
Roman made a poor job suppressing his yawn. “Yes, I read it right before sleep. Those are some pretty sexy pics, no?”
Chris couldn’t help but smile. “They are, true. But, um, remember he mentioned we get to sign a contract? Did you see a link for it anywhere?”
Roman yawned again. “No, that’s because we’ll probably sign it at the auction, not in advance.”
“Aren’t you getting a bad feeling about this?”
“…No.”

Chris waited a minute. When he realized Roman wasn’t going to elaborate, he did instead: “We don’t know what’s in those guys’ heads. They could be into all sorts of things…”
“Roman, did you make Coach Johnson sign a contract before he kidnapped you and turned you into his little prison bitch?”
Chris breathed heavily at the thought, “no, but that’s because I already knew him for a few months and we talked in advance about what we’re gonna do. We don’t even know who’s gonna…buy us! It could be a serial killer for all you know.”
Roman sighed. “Chris, I wouldn’t worry about it so much. Remember what Matthias said? Nothing violent or forceful; they can’t rape us, even though I’m sure you would’ve loved it…”
“Roman!” Chris snapped. But he knew Roman wasn’t far from the truth…
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. But I know you’re into some kinky-ass shit, I was there when it happened! Remember the stuff we did with Mitt and Gerard?”
“Oh shit of course I remembered!” Chris suddenly smiled as his nether region twitched at the reminder.
“Anyways…”
“Yes anyways, considering the rather small population of Bondi Beach, the chances of us being bought at an auction by a serial rapist are pretty slim! Besides, we are required to meet with Matthias every morning to make sure we’re ok, otherwise he’ll contact the police.”
“Did he actually say that?”
“Yeah he did. Check the emails. You’re safe, Chris.”
Chris smiled slightly. “Thank you Roman, you always know how to make me feel alright, you know?”
“Shut up, Chris. I’m going back to sleep. See you at work tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay. Good night, buddy!”
“Good night, Chris. Hope you feel better.” *click*

Two days later the auction proceeded as planned. Chris finished his shift at 5:30 PM and said goodbye to Jenny, who was to continue her lifeguarding shift until 7:00 PM.
“Good luck at the auction, mate!” Jenny said to Chris. She giggled seductively. For years, Jenny had a serious crush on Chris. He wasn’t sure whether she realized he played for his own team…
“Thank you Jenny! Are you coming to watch later?”
“Of course! I’m bringing all my girlfriends.” She turned sideways and gave Chris a firm, open-handed spank on his speedo-clad butt.
“Thank you, Jen,” he said while massaging his sore buttocks. Her spank was surprisingly strong for a girl her size. “I gotta run now! Bye!” Before she could molest him further, Chris sprinted to the change rooms, hastily put on his turquoise sweatshirt, black nylon shorts and sneakers, no socks. He drove to his apartment, had a quick microwave dinner and started getting ready for the auction.

Chris showered and shaved his face closely. His smooth, oily skin granted him the appearance of someone younger than twenty-two, and his youthful appearance was further accentuated by his slim, smooth body and the close-cropped shaggy hairstyle he sported these days. Being only 5’7’’ had its own misfortunes –most being subjected to Roman’s continuous taunts, but little did he realize that Chris was still turning hundreds of heads every day, regardless (or perhaps, because of!) his height. Besides, ‘short guys pack muscle much better’, he thought as he was checking out his biceps in the bathroom mirror…

Chris turned around at the familiar beep of a text message.
It was Roman. “Dude, u checking urself out? Hurry up! Im comin in 15 minutes.”
‘Shit! How did he know?’ Chris asked himself. He put on his suit – a gray silk Armani three-piece that he found in last year’s Boxing Week liquidation sale, with a fine white dress shirt and a matching red bow tie. The suit was worth about $1,800, but Chris bought the entire thing at about $550, and couldn’t wait to show himself off. Tonight he was going to be fucking royalty. Those rich daddies will be fighting over him!

He put on his black alligator skin dress shoes with their slightly pointed toes, applied a generous amount of mousse in his hair to give it volume and shape, sprayed a bit of “1 million” perfume and as a final touch, rubbed an ever-so-miniscule dash of foundation on his cheeks, rubbing it in until there were no flakes or other forms of residue.
‘No one will ever notice,’ Chris kept telling himself. ‘Except Roman maybe; but fuck him.’

Several minutes later, the doorbell rang. The bell was followed by very aggressive, rhythmic knocks. Chris didn’t need to be told it was Roman.
“Coming, asshole!” Chris shouted at his friend.
“Hustle up, bitch face!” It was Roman’s unmistakable growl.
Chris opened the door and stood, flabbergasted. His friend was wearing a pair of faded, tight-fitting jeans, a pair of brown alligator boots, checkered red-and-white cowboy shirt with its sleeves rolled up and a tan cowboy hair. He had a 3-4 day stubble growth on his face and a large cigar sticking out of his mouth.
“Holy shit Chris, you look hot! Yes homo!”
Chris smiled widely, relishing the compliment. “You…you’re a cowboy?!”
Now it was Roman’s turn to smile. “Ee-haw! I know you like it. Now get your big ass in my car, shorty. We’re going to rock the stage tonight!”

TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The World At An End

Postby Nicktie » Fri Feb 27, 2015 9:26 pm

Nice!

Re: The World At An End

Postby Canuck33 » Fri Mar 06, 2015 11:34 am

Sorry I never bothered to finish this story. I wrote it for someone I was in a "relationship" with, and we separated on poor terms, hence I can't bring myself to finish this story.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The World At An End

Postby NemesisPrime » Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:10 pm

Canuck33 wrote:Sorry I never bothered to finish this story. I wrote it for someone I was in a "relationship" with, and we separated on poor terms, hence I can't bring myself to finish this story.

It's alright man. *hugs tightly*

I understand. :(
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!