The large oak tree, growing near the curb, shaded the old Chevy pickup truck from the street light. Wally was almost invisible, sitting slumped down in the seat, hidden by the shadows. His eyes were about all that was visible above the bottom edge of the door's window. They were intently watching the area in front of the Hiddy Hole Lounge across the street.
It was already past midnight and a small enough group hadn't left the lounge yet. Those sonabitches are getting nerves, Wally thought as he watched, now they're coming and leaving in groups of 5 or 6 at a time.
Wally could usually handle as many as 3 at a time without worry. When only 1 or 2 or even 3 men came out of one of the gay bars together, they were marked mentally. He would start the truck and drive a few blocks ahead of them and park on a side street. Then he would get out and walk back to meet them on the sidewalk. Although most gays were naturally cautious, one man alone wouldn't seem much of a threat. It was easy to stop them and soothe any fears. He would ask some misleading question like how to find the location of one of the gay bars in the area or the adult book store. When they showed interest and begin giving directions, he would hit the toughest looking one, usually knocking him out, then grab the other man or two and throw them down on the ground. With all of them on the ground, he could pound and stomp and kick until he taught the dirty queers a lesson.
Hot damn." Wally muttered under his breath. Two guys were coming out together. He started the pickup's motor and drove in the opposite direction to the first corner. He turned and circled back on a parallel street to get two blocks ahead of the pair. He parked on the cross street and got out of the truck. Wally walked with a slight limp as he turned the corner and headed toward the 2 men who left the bar. They were giggling about something when Wally stopped in front of them.
"Hi guys, I'm new in town and looking for a place to have a good time. Could y'all help me?" Wally ask.
"Hi there, I'm called Sammie, we're always glad to help a good looking new guy that's looking for fun, aren't we Harold?" The younger guy with the blonde pony tail answered. He was wearing a dress shirt that was unbuttoned, but had the tails tied together to form a bare midriff blouse. A pair short shorts, two large gold ear rings and a half dozen gaudy finger rings completed his evening wear.
Wally had already decided that the other man, the one wearing the leather cap, leather vest and tight leather pants was the only possible threat and stepped toward him. His arm was already drawing back when everything went black.
The pain in his head was Wally's entire universe. He couldn't see or feel anything except the pain in the back of his head. Consciousness faded in and out for another 30 minutes before he became aware of his surroundings. He quickly discovered that straps were holding him down. He was laying on a some type of a cold smooth surface that yielded somewhat with his weight, like a plastic covered pad. He could feel the plastic against his bare back when he tried to move. Then he realized that he was not only tied down with his eyes taped shut, he was also naked.
Wally was surprised when the hot moist mouth covered his, but the kiss grew hotter as he tried to remember which woman he was with.
"Hello baby," The soft husky voice in the dark said. Wally was almost as badly surprised by the voice as he had been by the kiss.
"Wow, you really are awake, honey, your flag pole is standing." The voice said with a giggle as Wally felt a hand fondling his cock. "We were beginning to worry whether Oliver had hit you to hard."
Wally was horrified when he recognized the distinct giggle. He had heard it once before, it was Sammie with the blonde pony tail. He spit before he answered. "You damn faggot, I'll kill you if you touch me again."
"Ooh baby, I love it when you talk tough like that. It may be hard for you to do though, since you are securely strapped to a doctor's examining table. Even your feet are taped to the stirrups the doctor uses to spread a woman's legs so he can examine her twat. It kinda leaves your sweet little ass exposed doesn't it?" The voice said with another giggle and a finger pushed again Wally's tight brown hole. Wally flinched and the finger retreated after another giggle told Wally who was tormenting him.
"But it isn't nice to spit at your friends." The voice continued and Wally heard the sound of a strip of duct tape makes when being unrolled. He tried to turn his head, but a wide piece of tape was stuck over his mouth
The odd metallic sound puzzled him for a few moments later, until he realized it was a tin lid being removed from a container. When the hand full of cold goo was pressed against his public area he uttered a muffled scream. He realized it was some kind of lubricant when a soft warm hand smeared his cock and balls with a thick layer. Then the hand begin gently stroking his cock. Wally's body barely moved visibly even though he struggled with all his strength. The straps held him securely to the table and his feet wouldn't move when he strained to kick out at the offending hand.
