It was supposed to be a hot weekend in Vegas. Greg was in t..

It was supposed to be a hot weekend in Vegas. Greg was in the mood to celebrate having just got paid for a modeling gig. The company that he modeled for even put him up in a suite at the Caesar. He was definitely impressed. With a wad of cash he was looking forward to doing some gambling and picking up a woman or two. Greg was a regular in Vegas and knew his way around. He was no inexperienced tourist and it shows. He definitely had the high rollers looking and swagger down pat as he entered the casino. He was confident and sexy, even arrogant, a true alpha male. His expensive dress pants displayed his impressive crotch and well developed buttocks. While his silk red shirt was only half button and showed off his tattooed pecs. He was definitely turning heads as he walked up to the card table. Before long, he was winning big and a small crowd was soon gathering around him and he had a beautiful sexy woman by each side of him, a blonde and a brunette, encouraging him to bet more. One of the women placed a drink in front of him. He slipped the obviously expensive drink and continued to bet and play his hand. Although he was still winning, he found it harder to focus. His head even began to spin, so he cashed in his winnings and with his arm around each woman he led them back to his hotel room. Once back to the luxury suite, as soon as they closed the door, Greg started to make out with the two women. They were running their hands over his tall muscular body, while unbuttoning his shirt. He was so turned on as he took turns making out with them. His shirt was peeled off his broad shoulders and fell to the floor. He moaned as the women ran their nails down his chisel 8 pack while licking his large nipples. Greg tried to undress them but they gently brush his hands away, while giggling. He was too wasted from the drink to protest. Nevertheless he was enjoying their attention, he knew they were loving his hot, smooth, Greek god body. Before he knew it, they were in the suite’s bedroom. The two women got him on the bed and proceeded to remove his shoes and his pants. They both pulled down the slacks down his muscular long legs. He was rock hard in his designer briefs while each woman kissed their way up his thighs. The blonde continued up his chisel torso and began to make out with him, while the brunette peeled down his briefs over his huge bulge. The last thing he remembered was his cock popping free and the blonde kissing him. Greg wakes to find himself chained to the bed and a ball gag in his mouth. He struggled against the chains and tried to scream but it was futile. He could barely move and his yells were muffled and incomprehensible. Although he could see he felt the leather hood tight around his head. He looked down and saw that his own clothes were gone. Instead he was wearing a pair of skin tight leather pants. He was confused and scared. It was then he saw a livestream video camera and tripod set up in front of the bed. From the light on the front of the camera he knew it was on. He reached out his hands and tried to beg for help. However, deep down he knew it was no use. The viewers were probably very unlikely to call the police to save him. It was then the doors to the bedroom opened and three men came in. They were wearing leather hoods and dressed in leather from head to boots. Fear filled Greg’s eyes and he tried again to break free. As he thrusted and pulled at the chains and muffled screamed, the lead man brought a whip out. He raised it into the air and brought it down on Greg’s abs. The pain shot through Greg’s abdomen. Tears welled up into Greg’s eyes. The man with the whip turned to the camera, “Gentlemen, welcome to our show tonight. We are bringing you Greg here for your viewing pleasure and excitement. As you can see Greg is a healthy muscular man. He had a successful college football career in school, where he played the quarterback position. However, instead of using his degree in education after school, he became a well published model and had stripped for several upscale strip clubs that catered to rich women. He had quite the reputation as a womanizer and ladies’ man. He often boasted about how many women that support him on a regular basis at one time.” Greg couldn’t believe he was being described like a prize object and that the man knew so much about him. As the man talked about Greg, he ran his hands up the secured, leather clad thighs. Greg tried to pull away but it was no use. When the stranger stopped talking he lifted the whip he held and stroked it across Greg’s muscular chest. Every muscle in Greg’s body clanged and flexed at the impact. “Shall we begin gentlemen,” the stranger said into the camera before returning to stroking Greg’s muscular thighs. Then suddenly another snap of the whip, this time right on Greg’s crotch. Tears poured in pain from his eyes as Greg’s body lurched into the air but then pulled back down by the chains. Then there was another snap of the whip across his shredded 8 pack. His abs tightened at the blow and air was knocked out of his lungs. He begged for the stranger to stop, but it came out muffled. Tears were now running from his eyes into and over the leather hood. “The massage gun please,” the stranger directed one of his assistants. The other man handed the massage gun to the lead man. It looks like just a standard massager that Greg had used several times on sore muscles. However, instead of placing it on Greg’s lean muscles, he aimed it on Greg’s crotch and turned in on full power. Greg tried to scream again as the massager vibrated and pounded against his cock. The leather of the pants offered no protection. He was humiliated as he felt his cock grow hard in the tight confines of the pants. He was in so much pain. The leader singled the other two men and they grabbed the pants by each leg and pulled them until they ripped. His cock and balls were exposed and red. The leader then placed the massager back and Greg begged for him to stop. Greg was left naked. His hot muscular tattooed body covered in sweat and exploded. The leader then pulled the massager gun away. He then took a vibrator from one of the other men, who was coating it with lube. Upon seeing the device, Greg panicked. He tried to keep his virgin ass closed tight but it was no use. The leader kept pushing the prostate massager until it was firmly up his hole. “Gentlemen, this device is connected to our servers. Each time you click the like icon on your screens, it will transit a sarge straight to our stud’s prostate,” the leader addressed the camera. “As such,” the man pressed the remote in his hand. Greg’s body arched into the air against the chains, as a spasm ripped through his body. His cock got hard instantly. It was throbbing. As the first shock died down, there was another and another. The viewers were hitting the icon on their computers setting off the vibrator. Tears ran out of his eyes, as waves of pleasure and pain rode through him. Every muscle was shaking and spasming. His cock was rock hard and to his humiliation he came without touching himself. He shot his load high in the air and it landed in the leather mask over his face. However, the likes kept coming, and within minutes he came again. As the vibrator worked his prostate, the two assistants hooked claps into his nipples. For hours upon hours he endured the device up his ass and kept cumming over and over, until he couldn’t come any more. The three men used and abused his hot body over and over, encouraging the viewers to hit the like button more. When he couldn’t come anymore, the leader stopped the show. “Gentlemen, now that you witness his endurance it is now time for the auction,” the leader pulled the tight leather hood off Greg’s head, displaying his rugged masculine , yet covered in tears and sweat, face. Greg laid there listening to and watching on a monitor the bids for him to come in. As the amount climbed, he grew defeated. He knew his free, straight life was over. By the morning he was sold for a million dollars to an asian billionaire.