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Austin and Dallas: Valentine’s Day Special - Part 2
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“Everybody please give a round of applause for our next contestant!” Lady D. announced.
Now it was time for Dallas to take center stage, looking over at the crowd of gay men he couldn’t imagine what was going to happen next.
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Music starts
Grooving to the beat of the music, Dix walked behind Dallas and positioned his hands behind his head. However, unlike the gentle strip tease with Jose, the male stripper wasted no time and violently ripped Dallas’ dress shirt in half. Caught off guard, Dallas was too shocked to move as his shirt was stripped off his body and thrown to the audience. The crowd cheered and whistled as multiple hands reached up to catch the college boy’s torn flannel. Only wearing a white tank top, long white socks and some high-waisted khaki slacks; Dallas returned to his roots and looked like a certified Cholo. A true “Vato Loco Forever” as Dallas would say. His buzzed hair sharpened his facial features, making him look intimidating. Not to be messed with. The crowd stared in awe at Dallas’ sudden, bad boytransformation.
Continuing on with the show, Dix grabbed a bottle of oil and began rubbing some along Dallas’ arms. Dallas stiffened as Dix began grinding against his body, making him flex his biceps for the crowd. Dix’s oily body soaked through Dallas’s wife beater, making the shirt transparent.The thin material stuck to his body like a second layer of skin. He then carefully took his thumb and forefinger and began rubbing Dallas’ nipples playfully, causing him to break his “tough guy act” as he squirmed and giggled.
Ayooo, Dallas thought as he giggled out of embarrassment. How did he know my nipples were sensitive? he thought. Dallas began to blush, he was trying so hard not to laugh; he did want to let people know that his nipples were ticklish, especially his friends. Unfortunately, his body betrayed him as everybody saw his erect nipples dig through his undershirt. As the audience fixed on his pecs, Dix gave them a firm squeeze.
“Someone’s having a good time!” the MC chimed in.
Moving on with the strip tease, Dix undid the front of Dallas slacks and lowered them just enough to have them sag on the bottom of his ass. He then proceeded to spread Dallas legs apart, hooking his finger to the back of his belt loop. Like a dog on a leash, Dallas was at Dix’s mercy. With his other hand, Dix bent Dallas downward dog-style and proceeded to grind his crotch against his ass.
Dix definitely knew how to put on a show; the crowd erupted into mass hysteria. As he was bent over, Dallas could feel Dix’s massive dick rub against his entire ass. He could feel his underwear get moist from all the baby oil on Dix’s bulging crotch, at least he hoped it was just baby oil. Trying to get away, Dix immediately pulled the college boy back in. This time, instead of just grinding on him, Dix began dry-humping him to the rhythm of the music. Back and forth, Dallas felt Dix’s massive penis slammed in between his ass cheeks. Dallas wished he had worn thicker underwear.
“I don’t know about you, but I think he likes you!” Lady D. joked and the crowd laughed right on cue.
Changing pace, Dix pressed Dallas close to his naked, sweaty body. It felt like he was slammed into a brick wall of pure muscle. Manhandling him like a ragdoll, Dix grabbed the waistband of Dallas pants and slid his hands down his underwear. He could feel the stripper’s muscular hands rubbing across his naked waist, massaging the top of his ass. Dallas took a deep breath; he couldn’t help but laugh off his predicament. He turned to his buddies and saw Jose cheering him on while Phillip was pointing and laughing his head off.
“It’s show-time champ,” Dix whispered in Dallas ears. “Wait, what?” Dallas replied not knowing what Dix was talking about. Dix then gave a quick nod to Lady D. who picked up on the cue.
“Are you ready for the big reveal!” Getting hyped, the crowd cheered in agreement. “All together now! Dix! Drop! Those! Pants!” On command, Dix grabbed the waist of Dallas slacks and with incredible force pulled them all the way down to the floor.
Mortified, Dallas remained frozen on stage. He was so enticed by Dix’s routine that he completely forgot what underwear he was wearing. He was on full display for everyone to see, in a pair of calf-length white socks and a white tank top tucked into a pair of matching CDLP Y briefs. The briefs were a little on the snug side, showing off the contours of his butt and bulge. Compliments of Stonewall, of course.
Letting out a cry of embarrassment, Dallas grabbed his crotch in fright, bringing his knees together. The once cool, Cholo badass had been completely and totally humiliated. The crowd began cat-calling. They adored seeing the tough, bad boy now reduced to a shy, blushing baby boy.
“What a fucking pansy!” Philip said, with tears of laughter in his eyes.
The crowd went wild as chants of “Tighty Whities! (X3)” erupted throughout the club.
“I don’t care what anybody says. But I LOOOOOVE me a man in some whities tighty.” Lady D. announced with a couple of people agreeing in the crowd.
Before he could make a run for it, Dallas’ arms were forced over his head by Dix’s superhuman grip. To make matters worse, the sweat and oil dripping down his body made his shirt and briefs stick to his body, leaving little to the imagination. It looked like Dallas was sporting a sheer, skin-tight leotard bodysuit. He felt humiliated as his soaked underwear was exposed to the amusement of the crowd.
“Well, well, well. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m liking what I’m seeing,” Lady D. announced. “But, let’s go get a closer look, shall we?” The audience cheered in agreement. Ecstatic, Lady D. began to comment on Dallas’ best features, hyping him up to the crowd.
“Now, this is a nice bulge, amirite audience? Pretty prominent VPL.”
“Make sure he’s not stuffing!” yelled Phillip, getting a few laughs from the crowd.
Paying him no mind, Lady D. continued with her examination. “May I, dear?”Lady D. asked Dallas for consent, after all she was a lady.
“Shit, it’s not like I have a choice”, he thought thinking about the $1000 debt they owed. Jose had done his part, now he needed to bring it home for the team. Kindly asking to be released on the promise he’ll continue on with the show, Dix happily obliged.
Now, faking his bravado, Dallas grabbed Lady D’s hand and dragged it across his sweaty body all the way down to his crotch.
“Oh, my! I’ll take that as a “yes, ma’am” then”, she said, intrigued by Dallas’ sudden confidence boost. Casually flexing his biceps for the crowd, Dallas felt Lady D’s hand carefully inspecting his cock and balls. It was one thing to be grope by Stonewall in private but another to be grope in front of a crowd full of gay men. Each passing second felt like an eternity onstage.
“Oh, I like what I’m feeling. Pretty girthy, nice cock head. Balls are a little small on the average size sadly, but we can’t have it all, can’t we audience.”
“Wait, what?” said Dallas, immediately cupping his groin. “Why would she say that? She’s only supposed to say good things, right? It’s not like it was true or anything, right?!” Dallas felt his cheeks burning with shame, as he tried to ignore the laughter coming from the crowd. “Don’t worry dear, I know what I’m doing. The crowd loves the cute, shy ones” Lady D. gave a blushing Dallas a cheeky wink.
After the inspection, Lady D. began the bidding. “Okay, who is the lucky buyer who will be going home with a used pair of tighty whities. You know how this works. Let’s start the bid at $50?” Dallas tighty whities ended up being sold for $250, $50 dollars more than Jose’s boxers. I guess she knows what she’s doing, Dallas thought. His cheeks were still red from her comment, however. Unfortunately, they were still far behind their $1000 goal. Wrapping himself in a towel, Dallas moved to the side of the stage along with Jose, it was time for Phillip to put on a show.
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Music starts
Phillip was an extremely handsome and hot guy. He had a chiseled face, bright pumpkin spice colored hair, pinkish petite lips and hooded blue-eyes. While smaller in size compared to Dallas and Jose, Phillip had a lean tight core; defined abs and pecs, and a deep cut Adonis belt that accentuated his small waist. While born with naturally clear porcelain skin, Phillip’s time playing soccer out in the sun gave his body radiant tanned skin. If it wasn’t enough, his devilish smile and confident attitude made him every girl’s wet dream. But tonight was different. Tonight, Phillip was going to be every gay man wet dream.
Like clockwork, Dix began boogying to the rhythm of the music. Face to face; he peeled Phillip’s shirt right from the start letting the audience get a good look at his washboard abs and tight pecs. To the audience’s surprise and delight, Phillip’s tattoo came into view. A set of angel wings near his pelvis, very sexy and provocative to the crowd. Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in or his narcissism, but Phillip seemed to stop resisting and was enjoying himself. It seemed he took a liking to the cheers and whistles coming from the crowd as groups of gay men idolized his bare body.
Carefully laying him down on the ground; Dix positioned Phillip’s legs over his shoulder like a submissive young woman waiting for her panties to be removed. Dallas and Jose both joked about the countless times they’ve seen that pose in videos. With a magic touch, Dix easily stripped Phillip’s jeans off, revealing underneath some baggy gray boxer briefs. Not the most attractive pair of underwear but straight boys didn’t really care about that. But what shocked everyone was the prominent 7 inch VPL pressing against Phillip’s thigh. The entire crowd went into a mass hysteria. Chants of “Take them off! (x3)” exploded throughout the club.
“Bro, WTF!” Dallas said, flabbergasted. Jose’s jaw dropped; they couldn’t take their eyes away from their friend’s massive dick. Becoming a bit self-conscious, Dallas shyly cupped his groin.
Moving on with the show, Dix grabbed his iconic baby oil and began coating Phillip’s entire body with it; especially his toned thighs, and leg muscles. But Dix wasn’t finished yet, the male stripper slid his hands through Phillip’s underwear leg holes, and oiled his inner thighs, lower waist, and ass cheeks in the process. Inside, Dix hands accidently rubbed against something particularly thick and long. Literally dripping in oil, Phillip’s body began to heat up, beats of sweat began forming all over his body as his semi-naked body glistened and hardened. The crowd was mesmerized by the college stud’s impressive golden tan. From afar, he looked like a Greek statue made of shimmering gold.
Dix then began to grind his body against Phillip’s, stroking his hard abs and squeezing his tight pectorals. Tempted, Phillip couldn’t help himself and returned the favor, squeezing and feeling the male stripper’s entire torso. Shifting gears, Dix began pressing his dick against Phillip’s bulge, rubbing them against each other. By the looks of it, the friction caused Phillip to go into full bliss. Entranced by Dix’s seductive rhythm, he couldn’t help but secretly moan under his breath as he felt an erection coming on. Jose tapped Dallas’ shoulder, telling him to take a closer look.
“Dude! He’s bricked up!” “Bro, ain’t no way! Ain’t no way!”Jose and Dallas both started giggling like schoolgirls freaking out as Phillip sported a noticeable tent in his underwear.
“Oh, my! Looks like someone is getting excited, folks!”, Lady D. announced. The crowd was going crazy, they were at the edge of their seats. They wanted more from the Greek statue on stage.
Hearing the cheers and applause from the audience, Dix felt rejuvenated. After all, he was performing three dances back to back. Pumped, he flipped Phillip over on his stomach and started pressing his dick against his ass. Gently thrusting his bulge in between his ass cheeks, long and hard. Feeling himself, Phillip couldn’t help but moan louder. As far as Phillip knew, he was just having another wet dream.
“At least buy him dinner first, Dix!” Lady D. cut in, watching as the crowd’s eyes were glued to the stage. This might be our best show yet, she thought.
Finally, as much fun as he was having, Dix knew “all good things must come to an end.” Carefully getting Phillip to his feet, Dix danced to the music before ending up on both his knees. Still lost on Cloud 9 and tipsy, a mischievous Phillip grabbed the top of Dix’s head, and quickly “tea-bagged” him multiple times (basically pressing his crotch against someone else’s face). That was definitely a bad idea. Dix didn’t like that, didn’t like that one bit.
Thinking of a way to punish the young stud, Dix came up with a devilish idea. Still on his knees, Dix took Phillip’s discarded shirt and had him hold it over Dix’s head and his crotch, giving the impression that he was going to blow him off.
“Holy shit, is he going to suck him off on stage? Ain’t no way?!” Dallas and Jose’s jaws dropped; they couldn’t believe it. Was their friend really going to get sucked off on stage in a crowd full of gay men? they thought.
But to everyone’s surprise, Dix had other things in mind. After all, Dix was a stripper, an entertainer not a whore/sex worker. His whole career focused on giving the crowd a show and oh boy, was he going to deliver.
Smirking, Dix gripped the waist of Phillip’s baggy boxer briefs, and quickly pulled them down. And so, like a magician Dix swiftly pulls off the cloth to the surprise of the audience.
Immediately, the crowd gasped, as the entire club went silent. Everyone was frozen in place, as if time had come to a halt. After mere seconds, that felt like an eternity, the entire club burst into laughter, and boos. Instead of a naked Phillip standing on stage, he was secretly wearing a white pair of low-rise, tanga briefs with red lipstick prints splattered all over them. They were a scandalous pair of briefs that the back and front were only connected by the waistband. The briefs clutched tightly around his firm ass, and the waistband only accentuated his small waist. But to Phillip’s dismay, the rise on the briefs were so low that he could feel his erect cock could spring out at any minute.
The tanga briefs were a gag gift special ordered through Etsy, to surprise his girlfriend for Valentine’s Day; nobody can deny that Phillip was the romantic type. Unfortunately for the single stud, partying all night had made him forget he was wearing them underneath. Nobody was supposed to see him in them. Not his friends, and especially a crowd of drunk, horny gay men on Valentine’s Day.
Panic and flushed, Phillip had completely forgotten about the cucumber strapped to his thigh. Chants of “Baby Dick” began erupting from the crowd.
Redder than before, Phillip let out a cry of embarrassment as he realized he was on stage wearing nothing but his extremely small pair of underwear. He turned to see a wave of people pointing and laughing hysterically at him, especially Dallas and Jose who fell on the floor laughing and kicking.
No longer red faced from the alcohol but from anger and embarrassment, the living Greek statue shuffled off stage with his baggy underwear still around his ankles. At least he tried to until he was stopped in place by Dix’s superhuman strength. He held Phillip’s hands behind his head with no way to cover up. Whether he liked it or not It was time to move on with the inspection part of the show.
“Oh, dear! Talk about a lackluster finish. As the kids say these days, I am “shooketh”! From the looks of it, this will only take a quick minute, if you know what I mean.” Lady D. gave a cheeky wink to the crowd as the crowd chuckled in agreement.
In actuality, there wasn’t much to judge as it was all clear as day. All the sweat and baby oil had soaked through the underwear’s thin material and made them transparent to everyone. Under the spotlight Phillip looked like a Greek statue, but with his transparent undies, he resembled Michelangelo’s, David, in all proportions. Someone from the crowd yelled something about “the hottest guys always having the tiniest dick.”
“Shut the fuck up! It’s not tiny! I’m just soft! Every guy is small when he is soft! Let go of me, asshole!” Phillip protested, struggling like a mad man.
“C’mon now don’t be like that. This is all just in good fun.” Lady D. tried to calm Phillip down, off camera reminding him about the debt they needed to pay. But Phillip wasn’t having it, he had enough of this stupid show.
Lady D. ran her finger on the outline of Phillip’s “dick” (cucumber still strapped to his thigh). “Now isn’t this cute, audience? Very compact shape, handsome dick I would say. Clean shaven, so that’s a plus.” The crowd started to boo. “Hey, let’s not judge yet, he might be a grower, amirite?” The crowd laughed.
“Don’t touch me bitch!” Phillip yelled. That was Phillip’s second mistake of the night. Never disrespect the host. But being the lady that she is, Lady D. was quick on her feet.
“Naughty, naughty boy! With a nasty attitude and a shrimp between his legs. This is probably why he can’t keep a date, amirite audience?“ The crowd laughed in agreement. Next, she ripped the cucumber off Phillip’s leg, causing him to wince in pain.
Dallas and Jose were dying of laughter, they wished they had a camera to record all of this. This night was definitely one for the books.
Now It was time for the bids, but this time Lady D. decided to raise the stakes. As punishment, the MC ordered Dix to turn Phillip around and after giving him a gentle slap on his ass, she pulled down his tanga briefs, exposing Phillip’s crazy tan line. Phillip’s bare ass cheeks looked snow white in comparison to the rest of his body. Phillip was a “porcelain white boy” after all.
“Okay, which of you will be the lucky buyer who will be going home with a musty, sweaty, oily used pair of tanga briefs with cum inside. Still fresh and hot!” Lady D. turned the briefs inside out and invited the audience to take a closer look. The audience hooted and hollered at the sight of Phillip’s massive load. The beautiful stud felt emasculated and shamed as his messy briefs were paraded around like some sort of prize. “Let’s start the bid at $100, shall we!” Immediately, hands raised into the air as new bids were called. $100, $150, $180…until finally the briefs were sold to an older gentleman for a whooping price of $400.
The crowd’s noise died down and they resumed talking, drinking and partying thinking the show was over.
But the bidding wasn’t over yet, Lady D. had cooked up quite the surprise. “Now moving on with the bonus round, I have a set of pearly white butt cheeks with 2 lucky audience member’s names on them. $50 a cheek, it’s a first come first serve special!” In no time, a line formed, and two lucky members from the audience got a chance to sign their names on Phillip’s ass cheeks and also pose for a picture. Tonight was definitely a night the boys wouldn’t forget.
After the show, the three amigos, still wrapped in towels, waited in Lady’s D. office. Well, except for Phillip. He was forced to wear a waist apron instead, his punishment for harassing the female server from earlier. With his ass exposed, Jose decided to tease Phillip, “I hope that isn’t permanent marker” he joked. “Fuck off”, he snarked back.
Lowering her glasses, she prepared to give the boys her final verdict. “Well boys, I have good news and bad news. Bad news, you were just off by a measly $50.” Confused, Dallas interjected, “Wait, so what is the good news then?” “Well, the good news is that this has been one of Torrent’s most successful shows! Yay!” Lady D. clapped in celebration.
“What does that have to do with us? What is going to happen to our debt?” Dallas jumped in. “That’s the thing, your debt is forgiven if you decide to come work for me. Isn’t that exciting! You boys all have the potential to be great stars, just like Dix! Dare I say even better? I can even work around your school schedule, what do you say boys? Come be a part of the Torrent family, would ya?”
Dallas and his friends all looked at each other as if they were really contemplating the possibility of becoming part-time strippers. After a brief pause, Dallas decided for all of them. “Thank you, ma’am. But my friends and I would have to kindly decline. It’s just not our thing, you know. Sorry.”
Lady D. pouted, “Oh, don’t be sorry. I figure that might be the case. This type of work isn’t for everyone after all. I can tell you all are good boys, even if some of you have quite the temper. My offer still stands if you change your mind, you are free to go.”
“Thank you for your time.” As they were leaving, Dallas realized he was still only clad in a towel. “Wait. Can we get our clothes back now, ma’am?” Dallas said shyly. Cheekily grinning, Lady D. replied “Oh, about that. Let’s say your clothes covered the rest of your debt.”
End credits:
“I can’t believe I ended up naked on Valentine’s Day and I didn’t even enjoy it,” complained Phillip.
“Hey, I had fun. It’s just like San Antonio all over again!” joked Jose.
“You and I remember San Antonio very differently,” responded Dallas.
“What’s the holdup dude, open up the car I’m freezing my nuts off. It’s fucking windy out here!” said Phillip as he tried his hardest to keep his apron in place. Unfortunately for the boys, the strong wind was causing their towels to ride up and flutter, constantly flashing their nether regions to anybody around.
“Bro, where’s my car?” Dallas said as he stared into an empty parking spot.
