Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2014 07:11:47 -0400
From: Sweaty Abs
Subject: The Gauntlet

The Gauntlet

By Sweaty Abs

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This story is so full of bullshit, surely no one would ever think it really
occurred. It is definitely homoerotic and should only be read by open
minded legal adults who are not offended by such.


Billy was just out of college, and briefly home for the summer to visit his
parents. He had heard all of the stories and been warned about going to the
city park he and his friends used to play at when he was a kid. He used to
go there for summer bike rides when he was in high school, and at that time
it had already become a rough area that was definitely not safe at night.

This was a hot sunny summer afternoon, and it was broad daylight, and a run
through the park would rekindle many good childhood memories. Billy could
just not imagine any harm coming from a midday bike ride through the park.
He was breathing hard an sweating buckets. He had a muscular body, but he
was lean and agile from a lot of time spent running, biking, and swimming.
He was not bulky and not that strong. His body was very sexy, great eye
candy, but not at all intimidating as far as muscle strength and bulk. He
didn't realize it, but his very sexy but vulnerable looks made him a very
conspicuous and desirable target.

To Billy's surprise, even in the middle of the day, the park was full of
ghetto thug types, and Billy was the only clean cut college age white boy
anywhere in the park. He was biking on one of the park roads that ended in
a big loop that would require him to bike out the same way he biked in. As
he rode his bike, he passed a dozen or two thugs that were about his age
but with hard lean muscled bodies probably experienced in street fighting.
It seemed all the guys in the park noticed Billy, and stared at him
hungrily as he biked back toward them. He quickly realized that every one
of them greatly outmatched him. He was so obviously overmatched that he
nervously cut his bike ride short before the loop at the end of the road,
hoping to get back out of the park quickly without any trouble.

It was too late. Several of the thugs were now out in the middle of the
road that he had to ride back out on. He tried to move toward the shoulder
of the road, but the crowd only moved with him, obviously very
intentionally block his way out. As Billy drew nearer to the group of
thugs, he saw that all eyes were fixed on him. He now really sensed the
danger that he was in. He suddenly felt very naked, only wearing his
running shoes and shorts, and very vulnerable.

Many of the gang of thugs were shirtless themselves. They were all muscular
with the bodies of streetfighters. "Hey college boy, yeah, you whiteboy,
come over here!"

They were now just a few dozen yards away, and Billy decided that his best
option was to ride his bike off the road into the woods and hope to lose
them. As sweaty an exhausted as he was, he suddenly veered off the road and
rode as hard as he could for the woods. The instant he did, the thugs took
off after him, and within seconds they caught up to him and tackled him to
the ground separating him from his bike. He tried to resist and fight, but
they had him pinned, and before he knew it they had stripped him bare assed
naked.

"What are we gonna do with this pretty boy?" someone asked. The answer came
from one of the thugs and was repeated over and over by more of the thugs
until they were quickly all chanting "gauntlet, gauntlet, gauntlet." Billy
was quickly grabbed under his sweating armpits and lifted up on his bare
feet. The thugs pulled his arms up and held his wrists together behind his
neck so that his arms were spread wide and his hands/fists were held up and
out of they way, unable to cover and defend him. His naked body was now
wide open, fully exposed to everyone. A couple of the thugs had run off and
were now returning with a spool of rope.

They were cruelly taunting Billy. "Look at that pretty boys abs, you sure
have a cute white ass, look at that boy's dick, look at those balls, it's a
shame were gonna have to fuck this pretty college boy up."

Billy said nothing, afraid he would only make things worse if he did. He
was visibly trembling with fear, and the thugs all knew he was one scared
shitless whiteboy.

They used the rope to lash his wrists together and ran the rope down fom
his wrists that were behind his head down his back and between his legs
where they tied a slip noose around the base of his flopping ball sack and
dick. From his dick and ballsack, the rope was unspooled and stretched out
in front of him. As if that wasn't bad enough, the sensations from the
rough handling of Billy's dick was giving him a nice sized hardon.

Any attempt to lift his hands up from behind his head pulled his balls back
painfully between his legs. He was forced to keep his hands behind his head
and his elbows spread wide, leaving himself fully exposed and undefended.
One of the thugs had mounted Billy's bike and was in front of him. They
tied the far end of the rope to Billy's bike and began to line up for the
gauntlet. Billy began to tear up thinking about how his unblemished body
might get mutilated. "Why are you crying now, college boy? We haven't even
hurt you yet. In a few minutes your pretty college boy body is going to be
seriously fucked up. After we tear off that pretty pink ballsack and fuck
up your dick and your pretty pecs and abs, then you'll have a reason to
cry."

Billy looked at the long lines of muscled thugs that had formed on both
sides in front of him. Nearly all of the thugs were now shirtless, ready to
get their shots at the pretty college boy's unblemished body. The gang of
thugs was made up of different races, but they were all street hardened and
ready to take their anger for what they felt was their unfair bad lot in
life out on this soft, spoiled, coddled college boy.
They held sticks, chains, some wore dusters, and a couple of them were
holding shards of glass.

Billy's dick was betraying him in the oddest way. The thoughts of the pain
his naked body and exposed manhood was about to receive, and the
humiliation of being totally naked in front of this gang of savage thugs
had aroused his nads giving him a proud throbbing erection, in fact ropes
of his precum ooze were dangling from his cock slit. Several of the thugs
had spat on his chest, stomach, and nads and one of them reached out to
take some of his precum ooze and then rubbed it back on his head and shaft
making his chubby erection wet and shiny while the rest of the gang members
laughed and taunted him.

Billy watched in horror as the guy on his bike started riding forward.
There was slack in the rope, and Billy started running forward to try to
avoid a hard yank on his ball sack when the slack was suddenly gone. Since
the noose around his dick and balls was a slip noose, every yank cinched it
tighter, but it didn't loosen. His heavy chubbed up dick flopped proudly up
and down and side to side as he began to run. Billy's upraised sweaty
armpits reeked of his musk, and his muscles visibly flexed and strained.

Billy knew he had no choice, so he decided to take his ass whipping like a
man. Like a wild buck proving his manhood, earning the respect of the other
males in the herd. His abs were steeled and rippled as they received a
thrashing and whipping. They were quickly covered with cuts, marks and
gashes as were his muscled legs, butt cheeks, and meaty pecs and
reddish-brown nipples. The shards of glass cut up his abs and chest and
back, and left his chubbed dick shaft and head marked with bloody stripes.

Some of the thugs preferred pounding him with their bare fists. Several
fists pounded into his pecs and gut, only to meet his steeled muscle.
Dusters left their scrapes and cuts, but his steeled abs and pecs were
holding up proudly, deflecting the blows and protecting his deeper organs.

Billy was more than halfway through the gauntlet, but his swollen throbbing
dick and balls were stretched out lewdly almost a foot in front of him. His
large balls, his scrotal sack stretched tightly around them, were clearly
defined and begging abuse which they received generously, like a speed bag
at the gym invites punches.

Everything was a blur to Billy. He had his chest puffed out and flexed
proudly in front of him, and he made no attempt to shield his gut which was
stretched out offering an inviting target, his once flawless sculpted abs
all marked up and bloodied from the beating they were taking. He was
feeling no pain, only a testosterone-adrenalin rush.

He could see that the end of the gauntlet was drawing nearer. He had to
reach deep inside, to push himself beyond anything he'd ever imagined
himself to be capable of physically. In a flash he had mis stepped and
stumbled forward about to go down, but he was literally pulled back upright
by his stretched tight dick and balls. The rope had cut into the tender
flesh at the base of his dick shaft and balls making a bloody ring around
his nads, but Billy was oblivious to it.

The rough pulling and jostling of his nads had him aroused in a way only a
wild animal, the proudest of bucks, could know. Billy was totally oblivious
in a sexually mindful way of it, but deep inside him his body was aroused
to the max, like the savage beast in battle for his life. Billy had a huge
orgasm he'll never remember. The sexual energy of the climax combined with
his adrenalin rush to carry him through the last of his ordeal. It served
to block his mind to the pain and suffering he should have been feeling.
The last of the thugs were also so intent on fucking up Billy's body that
they also never noticed it, but they were soaked by blast after blast of
Billy's hot sticky milky cum like bystanders around a firehouse that has
been let go of and is flopping around wildly, spewing its stream in all
directions.

Billy had made it through the gauntlet. His body was cut up, battered and
scraped and bruised and beaten, but Billy was proud. He knew he had taken
in the boldest most manly fashion what the gang of thugs had dished out,
and he had actually now earned the respect of everyone there.

The thugs untied Billy's nads and wrists, and they gave him back his bike.
Never again would Billy ever need to fear being in the park. He was now a
park legend.


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