bad after all. He started to un-button my uniform slowly and reached inside my pants to find my hardening cock. I was beginning to relax now. I had never had a man touch my cock before. He gently pulled my cock out as I started to get hard. He quickly dropped to his knees and started to feel and examine my cock and balls. He placed his lips to the head of my uncircumcised cock head and stuck his tongue under my foreskin. It was an amazing good sensuous feeling. He seemed to enjoy the pre-cum slowly oozing from my cock. He was exploring my balls with his fingers and slid his mouth down to lick them. He was good at this and I was going to enjoy this, even if it was a man sucking on me. I closed my eyes to fantasize that it was my girl sucking my cock instead.

I was not aware of anything around me until suddenly someone rushed from the other side of the car and grabbed me.

"What the fuck?" I yelled out.

Butch pulled my pants down my legs causing me to lose my balance. Another man grabbed my other arm as I struggled trying to hit them and get away.

"Let me go you faggots! I’ll beat the crap out of you. Let me go." I shouted but by then they had me secure.

They pulled my hands behind my back and placed handcuffs on me shoving me against the car. Another placed some tape to my mouth so I could not yell. I was mad and scared at the same time. What the hell was going on?

"Calm down Mike. We are not going to hurt you. In fact we are going to give you lots of pleasure, but you must co-operate. Calm down, calm down." Mike assured me.

"Now just follow us to our little game room. Our game room of pleasure."

I was still struggling as I was forced to walk to the end of the warehouse where I was led up a small flight of stairs onto a small platform or stage. They pushed my body to face the wall and proceeded to tie my legs with leather straps forcing my legs apart. They took off one handcuff and put my arms in leather slings and secured my wrist. I could not get loose. I was under their control. I realized I was spread eagle and strapped to a cross. My shirt top and pants remained on even though my pants had fallen below my knees. My skivvies and T-shirt still remained and needless to say, my cock was not hard anymore. I was frightened. What is this sick game they were playing with my body? I tried to yell and curse back at my captors, but to no avail. I felt someone approach then Butch spoke to me in a quiet gentle voice.

"Mike. Relax! We’re not going to hurt you, believe me." Butch said as he walked behind me.

He started touching my body with his hands and placed his hands on my shorts and pulled them down inspecting my ass rubbing my exposed buttocks. I was not enjoying this at all. Butch took a knife from his side and slowly cut my shorts away from my body. Then he said.

"If you don’t want me to mess up your whites you must relax while we