Free CFNM Revenge Tales by AJ Gray Page A

the vivacious Tiffany
led Marco across the stage.
    Her four friends
turned towards her in surprise. It was they now in the dark wanting answers.
    “What, how?” asked an
intrigued Christina.
    Rosie looked at them
with giddy disbelief in her eyes.
    “He’s my gym
instructor.”
    When Rosie had
explained to the girls all about Marco, including his ‘touchy, feely’ approach,
they knew they had to have him. To whistles and the odd catcall Marco took up
his position at the centre of the stage. Under the glare of the lights he was
unable to make out any of the female faces.
    “My, my, my, you
ladies are being spoilt rotten tonight, just look at those muscles.”
    Marco flexed his pecs
a few times and flashed Amanda a cheeky grin that said he was more than up for
the night ahead. Little did he now what lay in store.
    “Show us his bum,”
came a cheeky request from the audience.
    Amanda looked at them
visibly pleased. She nodded to Tiffany, who much to the delight of the woman
strode forward, turned Marco around and pulled the back of his briefs down,
revealing his firm, toned backside.
    “Jeez you could cut
glass on that ass,” said Penelope impressed.
    "I’d like to
try,” Denise added to a background of girly giggles.
    Back up on the stage,
Tiffany proceeded to give his ass a gentle slap, then wince and shake her hand,
playfully pretending it was hurt. Laughter filled the hall. Mercifully from
Marco’s perspective she pulled up his pants allowing him to turn around without
exposing anymore of himself. Despite being something of an exhibitionist, more
than comfortable in his own skin, being half naked like this in front of a
crowd of women was intimidating even for him.
    When he’d applied to
the ad looking for men in their twenties, with good bodies, outgoing
personalities, he’d not really known what to expect. He’d quickly got some
idea, however, upon seeing his small outfit and then hearing the cheering, jeering
crowd, as he’d waited off stage.
    What he did know was
that this was a great way to make use of the sculpted body he’d carved out,
make some extra cash aside from his relatively low paid gym work. He’d of
course past any auditions with flying colours and immediately been pencilled in
as a lot for the auction. The organisers had wanted confidant guys, verging on
cocky. Knowing very well it would make it all the more fun for their guests
having them following orders.
    “Well ladies I think
you can see this one’s rather special,” said Amanda pausing to let them take in
the third hunk of the night. “I think its time to begin the bidding.”
    The women evidently
liked what they saw and bids came thick and fast from around the hall. Rosie
and the girls however, determined to get him, stayed with it. A few of the
other tables seeing that the young group of girls wanted him so badly, kindly
dropped out of the running, for the night was young and there was plenty more
thoroughbreds yet to come.
    And so, successfully
pitching in together, the girls managed to secure him for a reasonable price,
given what was ahead of him.
    “Going once, going
twice, sold to table six,” said Amanda slamming the gavel down. “At something
of a bargain price I‘d say.”
    Marco was led from the
stage and like Hugo and Luke before him, handed over to the beaming young
waitress who by her book had drawn the lucky straw. She placed the silver chain
and key around his neck, letting her hand trail against his firm chest as she
did so. Rosie meanwhile was waiting excitedly, eager to see the look on Marco’s
face. Her birthday treat had suddenly taken on a whole new meaning.
    Despite being led by a
leash, cuffed and chained like a dangerous convict, Marco retained his cocky
smirk. As he approached table six however, his face dropped.
    “Hello stranger,” said
Rosie, standing as he was led over to her.
    “Rosie,” Marco
stammered, the pitch of his voice indicating his shock.
    “Looks like you’ve
just become our