Go stand by the stocks.
From Create Your Own Story
Your knees are practically shaking from nerves, but you walk over to the stocks, regarding them with a nervous eye. The top of the stocks is currently opened, with the padded grooves for the neck and wrists set along the open edge. You've read about them in history class, but you're pretty sure this one gets used in a very different way. There's a strange platform on the other side of the stocks, the purpose of which you're not sure about. Glancing back, you see the big man as he crosses the room and walks straight to where you're standing. He grins down at you - he's quite a bit taller than you. You can make out his teeth in the dim red lights, and then the older man grins as he steps right up to you. He puts one heavy hand on your shoulder. Your heart starts to beat quickly in your chest.
"You damn near started a race into here, walking in like that with your tight little butt all wiggling," he says. "Never seen you here before."
You feel your face burning, glad for the dim light of the red bulbs. "First time here," you say, though your voice is a bit uneven.
The man laughs. "Shit boy, I could tell that from the way you walked - pretty boy like you would still be limping if he'd been here before, 'specially on a blackout night." His hand squeezes your shoulder, and he slides a half step behind you, his chest pressing against your shoulder. You shift a little bit, now almost facing the stocks.
You shiver. "Blackout night?"
The man leans in close, his lips close to your ear, moving a bit further behind you - his chest is warm against the back of your shoulders. "Blackout night. They turn down the lights, every Friday night." His body leans against yours, and there's no mistaking the lump you feel pressing against the small of your back. He's got a hard-on in his jeans. "Everybody has fun in the dark." His hand slides down your side, and then cups your ass and squeezes your butt. "The dicks come out," he says, voice low, his beard and mustache tickling your ear, "and boys like you get fucked proper."
You swallow. "Oh." Despite your nervousness, your cock hardens as the older man speaks into your ear. His other hand snakes around you, cupping your crotch and feeling the start of your erection.
He chuckles. "Oh yeah, you are a dirty little boy, aren't you? Made a straight line for the stocks like the whore you are, dintcha?" Both hands are on your ass now, and he squeezes and massages your cheeks. "Daddy'll fuck that good and proper for ya." His hands rise again, both taking your wrists, and he lifts your arms up toward the stocks and the padded grooves that are set to either side. "You just let daddy put you in your place, boy, and you'll see he's got a big surprise for you..." You feel his strong arms pulling, and realize he wants you to let him put you in the stocks, right in the middle of the back room.
You...
