Underwear Auction- Part 2 of 2

When Ryan offered to send some photos to go with this story, I got to live vicariously through him as he stripped in these bars for charity. For Part 2 though, I took the story further, but hey, it's for a good cause 😉 The last few photos are in the server for VIP members!

“For this last item of the night, I think it’s time that we shake things up a bit. Are you guys okay with that?”

If I spoke up, would the MC care? Based on the number of cheers that would have drowned me out, I think that I knew the answer without even asking.

“I’ve got a bucket right here, and I think I have the perfect way to get as much as we can for charity. As this gets passed around, add some money to it- if you only have Apple Pay, then just toss the whole phone in. Once it gets back to me, we’re going to see how much we’re going to make Ryan here do on stage.”

“Wait, what? I tho-”

“Let the music play!”

As the music started, the MC gave me the bucket and slapped my ass to spur me into motion. When he said the bucket would get passed around, I didn’t think that I would be going with it, but I hadn’t thought that really any of this would be happening. After getting that damn pink star under my seat, I thought that I would lose my shirt and embarrassingly walk back to my table. Now, I was wearing only a pair of underwear that didn’t cover my ass and barely covered my cock and walking around the room to each and every table.

Bills were poured into the bucket, but slowly so that I would spend more time at each table. At the third table, a silver daddy wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, and I was caught off guard before I could stop myself. His bulge was pressed against me, and I could feel that he was stiff in his pants. His tongue was soft in my mouth though, and I opened myself up for him without any restraint.

Their table was right in the middle, and everyone now saw that I was basically whoring myself out for charity. I was now being groped from every angle, and there were hands between the straps across my ass, and there were a few men bold enough to slip their hands beneath the fabric in front. I would then have to pull out those dollars to place in the bucket every few tables because my jockstrap was getting too full.

When I got to the table with my friends, I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life. Unfortunately, I think I could confidently say that I was hornier than I had ever been before as well. I wasn’t fully hard yet, but I think that’s just because of how tight my underwear was. Harry felt that for himself as he wrapped his grasp around my cock, and I saw the camera flash as my photo was taken. I tried not to smile as if that one gesture could somehow show that I was doing this against my will, but I know that once this was posted in some group chat that the message would be lost in translation.

My other friends were trying to say something else to me, but I had to get away. I only had two more tables left, and I tried to get past them as quickly as possible which was hindered when one man up front trapped me at the edge of the stage. He had one muscled arm wrapped around my waist, and his other hand had two fingers slide into my ass crack. Probing a bit, he pressed down on my whimpering hole that was craving some action.

“I’m sorry, I have to get back…” I couldn’t finish my plea before a small moan slipped from between my lips. This was getting too much for me, and it wasn’t even over yet.

Pulling out of his grasp, I quickly handed the bucket to the MC before realizing that I should have held onto it to cover my bulge which was now obscenely tenting my flimsy jockstrap.

“I’m going to be honest, Ryan; this has to be the largest donation amount that we’ve ever had before for one contestant. Everyone, give yourselves a huge round of applause for these donations!” The crowd had reached its max volume now as everyone slammed their hands onto the tipsy tables and stamped their feet. “And keep making noise for Ryan!”

As soon as he said my name, the MC stepped behind me and pulled my underwear down in one fluid motion, and as I tried to jump to the side to grab that bucket to cover myself, I stepped right out of them leaving me wearing nothing but my shoes and a blush.

“Oh my god, I’m naked!”

I was being lit up in a wave of camera flashes, and instinctively, I put a hand up to cover my eyes when I should have been covering something else. Now free, my cock was standing up at attention, and I was glistening with precum that was practically dripping down my shaft.

“Maybe he isn’t as shy as he thought!”

This cannot be happening!

Through the bright lights, I suddenly saw my friends, and all three of them were staring directly at me, shocked looks on their faces. Well, shock for two of them- Harry had the biggest grin on his face as he held his camera up.

Finally realizing that all of these people were recording me totally nude, my brain was finally able to relay the signals to my hands to cover my throbbing cock instead even if it was probably too late.

Moving them down south, I made my final mistake of the night. As I pressed both palms against me to cover myself up, that bit of contact was all I needed. I’d practically been edged by all of these men since I first walked out on that floor for tips, and my body couldn’t handle waiting any more. One small motion sent waves of cum spilling in giant arcs onto the floor, and my chest convulsed with pleasure as I tried to catch my breath.

The stage was glistening in front of me, and that post-orgasm clarity allowed me to run back behind the curtain to see a group of go-go boys staring at me.

“Dressing room is to the left!”

Nodding at them, I ran to borrow someone’s clothes, and my mind was already going a million miles a minute to try to figure out some way to see my friends again after tonight.