Bachelor On The Pole 750

This is an entry for the 750 Word Project 2025

They say you should always have one good friend to plan your bachelor party. A guy who's got your back, a guy who's going to look out for you, a guy who knows who your other friends are.

A Best man if you will.

Me, I didn't have that luxury. My best man was my fiancé's brother, pressed into action because I'd relocated half across the country to join my father in law's company. Cynically I was the emissary for my father's interests, but deep down I really did love Kelsey and the life we'd planned together. Sure it wasn't perfect but- Sorry, I'm rambling.

And I really don't have time to waste, because my hands are currently being duct taped to the top of a strippers pole front and centre in the city's biggest club. I'd been pushed up on stage as the Bachelor of the night, and Candy -a beautiful black stripper- had ceremoniously undone my shirt and tweaked my nipples to the roar of the crowd. Her cohort Brandi had grabbed the tape from the DJ's booth and begun to string me up.

Everyone was hollering as I was locked in place and left prone to the long fingernails of the women in thongs. I was laughing as I tugged at the restraints, suddenly feeling the early twinges of anxiety at my predicament.

Looking out into the audience I saw the guys I'd come with in the party bus. Most were familiar, but the faces that struck me with fear had moved through the crowd to find their way to the front. Ready for action.

There was Daryl, a colleague at the company. Former state footballer with a crew cut and barrel chest who hated my rapid ascent in the office, but couldn't whisper the word "nepotism" without consequences.

Mitch was a new threat I'd been introduced to, a former boyfriend of Kelsey's whom the family loved enough to include in all the holidays and get togethers. He was a stud with movie star good looks who didn't seem to have any issues pulling the ladies. He was charming in social situations, but in private he seemed to have a sadistic streak. If I ever went missing...

Chet was a cousin of Kelsey's whom was also always around. A loud gay man with a few extra pounds, he was always carrying the latest gossip, but since I'd rolled into town he seemed to make it his life's work to hit on me and make me uncomfortable. I'd always been straight as an arrow, but Chet was constantly insinuating my trim, fit frame and small waist made me the perfect "twink"

And then there was Bodie. 6'6" with a dark mop of hair and dull eyes, I'd never seen him speak, despite catching him in both the office and family home. I did get the impression he hated me though, with no indication as to why. I didn't even know who he was to everyone else. But his physical presence was frightening and unwelcome.

So to see these men step through the other guys just as Candy reached for my belt buckle just about scared me sober.

I began to blubber to the girls, "hey, its been fun you got me. Let me go- please!" But they didn't listen. I tried to pull my legs up, only to find they'd also been taped up.

With a snap my belt was pulled out. Cheers. Then Brandi began to unbutton and open my pants. Oh god no, please no!

The DJ revved up the music as my pants fell to the floor, leaving me in a humiliating pair of white briefs.

Then everything went into slo-motion as I felt the waistband get tugged down bit by bit as everyone applauded and called out. I closed my eyes as I felt the final reveal, hearing the laughter.

The underwear was bad, the shaven pubes were horrifying, but it was my limp two inch cock now on display to the assembled masses that sealed my fate.

I was about to be a manager, a husband, a colleague. But as I looked into the eyes of my enemies, with their phones raised up and filming. I knew I was about to be a dickless cuck.

Each one was smiling broadly, but it was when I saw Bodie's menacing face light up with a big toothy smile that I knew my life was about to change.

These men were about to own me.