Story #08: Busted!
Date: 05/23/2033
Elijah was quite nervous when he entered the bar. He hadn't been here since the revolution. Once this had been a gay bar and he had spent a lot of time here. The bar now looked different and had a different name. That was only logical, after all, the new government had closed all the gay bars. Elijah would never have come here, the memories of the old days were too painful. But a few days ago he had heard an interesting story from an anonymous user with the alias Julien on the Internet. The bar is said to have a new owner now, but it is supposed to serve as a secret meeting place for gays looking for sexual contacts. Elijah knew how dangerous it was. But since it was almost impossible to find any sort of gay pornography under the new regime or meet up for sex, he had to risk it.
Elijah sat down at a table and ordered a drink. He looked around while sipping. The bar was fairly busy for this time of day, but he didn't recognize any of the faces. The other customers didn't pay him much attention. Eventually, a blond man his age sat down at the table opposite. He wore a green shirt and conspicuously made eye contact with him. “This must be him,” Elijah said to himself. He had arranged to meet the anonymous user here. When Julien tapped his watch and showed Elijah three fingers, he did what they agreed. Elijah went to the restroom. There he locked himself in a cabin. Julien would be here in 3 minutes. And indeed. After exactly three minutes, Julien knocked on the door. Elijah opened the door and let him into the cabin. His heart raced with joy. It had been almost two years since he last had sex with another man. Julien grinned.
"Please take your cloths off," Julien asked him.
Elijah complied with the request immediately.
"And now you want to suck my cock?" asked Julien quietly.
"Yes, please!"
"Do you like bondage games?"
"What?"
"I want you to suck me while your hands are tied behind your back," Julien explained.
This idea made Elijah even hornier than he already was. So he agreed. Julien pulled a rope out of the small bag he had with him and gagged Elijah's hands. He then unzipped his pants and let his cock hang out.
"Do you want it in your mouth?"
"Yes Yes please."
"I’m sorry for you but this will not happen, faggot," said Julien coldly.
Before Elijah realized what was going on, Julien opened the door behind him. Several men from the bar were standing in front of the cabin.
"Shit, these fags are so dumb. They fall right into our trap every time,” commented one of the men.
Without thinking twice, Elijah jumped up, pushed Julien aside and ran as fast as he could. He had almost reached the entrance of the bar when he was caught up by the group. They pulled him back before Elijah tried to escape again, which failed miserably.
"No, let me go, it's not what you think it is!"
The men mocked him.
"Don't kid us you disgusting piece of fag shit! We know exactly what you've been up to here today! Our neighborhood has finally been a fag-free zone for many years now and we want it to stay that way!” one of the men shouted angrily.
With horror, Elijah noticed that one of them was holding some kind of taser and came dangerously close to him. Elijah pleaded.
"Please don't call the SOF! I don't want to go to jail! And you have no evidence!”
Julien laughed out loud and then replied, "Listen fag, who do you think the authorities are more likely to believe? A dirty fag, or a group of upright men?”
Of course Julien was right. As owner of an FAG ID, Elijah was not presumed innocent.
"Besides, you'll wish you were in jail when we're done with you," the man with the taser added before electrocuting Elijah.
Elijah now knew that he had made a terrible mistake just by letting his lust get to win over him. But he should have plenty of time to reflect on that mistake in the coming years in prison...