Go ask for help

After quickly jacking one off, due to the incestuous couple in the alley (Thanks a lot, Phillip), I finally went my own way, stepping out of the alley and into the small street ahead. The street was pretty deserted, apart from a couple of really hot dudes on skimpy Tunics. In fact, calling it a Tunic was pretty wrong, because it barely covered the chest or the legs, and when it did, it left a major part of the chest exposed. Of course, the fashion of these men certainly was more prudent than my state of undress.

I walked to one of the men to ask for information, and I was welcomed with a whistle and a grin:

-“Looks Like you forgot your garments in the alley.” He said, “Not that I’m complaining, of course, it sounded like you had fun.”

I blushed a little with that remark, I must have moaned like a dog in heat. I was never much of an exhibitionist, but everyone seemed to act casual on the subject of sex.

-“Please sir. Is not that I forgot my clothes, is that they were taken from me.”

-“Well, at least the prostitutes you hired gave you a good time before taking all your stuff. I guess the service was a little too pricey.”

-“Oh, no. They weren´t prostitutes, they were athletes, they were helping me get to the authorities. I woke up on the street with all my things taken. No clothes and no wallet.”

-“Well, in that case, i´ll give you a hand" He said. "You just have to walk through this street till you reach the Plaza. It´s close by. Then, when you see the building with the Big Clock, just go to the street on the left.” He explained. “There is always a bunch of guards by the bar just fucking around.”

-“Thanks man. Oh, by the way, I don’t exactly know how things word around here, but I got no clothes to cover myself. Would it be a problem for me to walk around naked?”

That last question seemed to get a reaction out of that guy. He looked at me with disgust, like somehow, I was beneath him, like I offended him with my question. He then proceeded to annoyedly answer me:

-“Friend, I don’t know what kind of backwards society you came from, but I´ll let you know that here in Eros, we are proud of the male body. We would never dare to punish anyone for showing off his nature.” He said, pointing at my privates. “Now go. You won´t be arrested, just will attract some attention.” He finished and walked away.

Well, that was a bit excessive. He didn´t had to be so aggressive! At least that answers my question, walking naked in public is not illegal, although that probably was something I should have figured out anyway. I mean, there are posters of men fucking in public, and apparently every Athlete walks around in his birthday suit.

And so, I followed the instructions that rude man gave me: I went straight to the plaza, and when I got there I took a while to marvel at what I was seeing: The plaza was big: A big, beautiful place with Greek architecture all around, with beautiful gardens, tall trees and benches. The building that surrounded the plaza were tall, with intricate structures and more Lewd imagery. It was unlike anything I´ve ever seen.

The people around me certainly didn´t seemed to care about my state of undress. Their clothes covered so little, they might as well be naked too: People had loincloths that showed their dicks with only the smallest movement, and tunics that were so short, they showed the tip of their cock. However, everyone around me had at least a bit of clothing. I had nothing.

Some of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life were just going by with their daily life´s, without a care or preoccupation in their lives. However, a lot of people I walked by looked at me like i was special. Technically we were in an equal state of undress, but the fact that I didn´t had nothing on certainly picked their interest: Some looked at me with lust, some with disdain, and some with curiosity. I got a few cat calls and whistles, but I paid them no mind, I had a task to complete. I wonder what were they thinking when they saw me.

I saw the big building with the clock. With Greek Numerals, of course. And I saw the street to the left, which had a lot of sound coming out of it, bustling with activity. Before I entered the street, however, I had a big curiosity regarding the building with the big clock. So, I quickly passed by to take a look, and boy did it surprised me: I saw a Terminal center, speakers on the walls, elevators, escalators and stairwells that leaded to platforms and an intricate map showing all the stops and stations in the city of Eros.

The building was a goddamm metro station. They have Metro Stations on this fucking town, but they use carts and carriages on the roads? Do they use cars in this world?

I was getting even more confused than before. I decided to simply go to that bar I was indicated to and try to see if they could find my shit.

After taking a left turn, I dived deeper into the street. And there it was, the source of all the noise in the town: A bar called “The Cupbearer´s Lair”, with no windows, and barely anything else other on the outside other than even Lewder imagery that showed more sex positions than the Kama-Sutra. The closer I got, the more I could make out of the noise: It sounded like a ton of drunken yells, loud moans, and profanity. The entrance is a double-door, and I quickly got a sneak peak of the inside of the bar. I didn´t make most out of it, but I could pretty much recognize that there was an orgy going on in the bar.

Did I just get sent to a fucking Brothel?

At first, I thought that guy was just fucking with me, making me waste my time. That was what I felt, before I saw him: The most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Caramel skin, beautiful black hair, tall as hell, and a hairless, muscular body. He was wearing a Greek muscle armor, greaves and bracers, but he didn’t have any underwear. I could see his big, flaccid cock behind the leather straps of the armor.

-“Hello mister.” He said. “How can I help you?”

I was frozen for a while. His voice was like butter for my years, deep, but smooth. He was educated and polite. I was about to have a hard-on, but I wanted to make a good impression.

-“Ehmm, Hi. I, ah, my name is Richard and I want to make a report. I mean, you´re a guard, right?” I was tense as hell. He was an authority AND Hot.

-“Yes. Actually, a Hoplite would be the correct term but yes, you are correct. What report would you like to make?”

-“I woke up on the street today completely naked. All my clothes and my things gone. Also, I was feeling a headache when I woke up. I think I was mugged.”

-“Alright. Let me get my notepad.”

He picked up a small device from his belt, and he picked up a pen together. The device looked like a large smartphone, and he quickly scribbled on the pad.

-“First, I’ll ask some questions, and its essential that you answer them with honesty. Understood?”

-“Yes.” I said.

-“First question, did you drink any liquor yesterday?”

-“What? No, I didn´t, what makes you say that?”

-“Well, it’s common for people to forget details and to wake up with a headache after passing out drunk. I´m not saying that was your case, but is very common.”

-“Oh no, I remember the details before. I was walking down the street, and them I was struck by something. It wasn´t ****.”

-” Very well then. Next question: What was stolen from you?”

-“My cellphone, my wallet, my house keys, my shirt, my cargo shorts, and my sneakers too.”

-“Whoa, you were really overdressed. Were you going or coming back from a special event?”

-“What, no. That´s just how I dress.”

He had a look of suspicion on his face. Probably walking around fully clothed is taboo in this place. Maybe it would be better if I tried to pretend I was from here, and try to not cause a scene.

-“So, when exactly did this crime took place?”

-“Oh, about an hour ago, really. I mean, I just woke up, one hour ago. I spent the entire time asking to random people where could I find a guard.”

-“Really? Because it looked like you had some fun before you got here.” He said, pointing to my face. “There is a very small strand of sperm, on the right side of your lips.”

I touched my face, and there it was. A small drop of cum that escaped Anders`s mouth, incriminating me of the crime of getting laid before I got here.

-“Hehe. Well, the first men that helped me after I got up where a pair of Athletes. After they got me around the city, I decided to ‘Thank them’ for their aid.”

-“I see.” Said the guard, now holding a playful smile on his face. God, he was gorgeous. “But I don´t think that this Bar behind me is frequented by Athletes. Did they indicate this place, or did someone else did?”

-“Actually, it was another guy. The joggers had to leave because they were in a hurry. So, I met this guy in a street across the Plaza. He was the one who indicated me.”

-“I see. I think I might know him, actually. Can you describe this man, please?”

-“Uhm, let’s see: He had long, blonde hair, up to his shoulders, and a slim shape. He was medium sized, and had a big jawline.”

-“Did he had a cocky and rude attitude and said something about Eros being the land of the male body or something?” He asked.

-“Yes! Yes, he did!”

-“I know the man: Aeneas. Big mouth. And a real Idealist as well. Sucks a mean cock too, real slut. He´s a good kid too, a real idealist, although a bit of a stuck up too”

I was taken aback by his words. It came out of the blue. This handsome, polite man saying how that stuck up prick was a experienced cocksucker made me blush a little.

“Now, last question. Now, can you please tell me your name, city of origin, and where you´re staying? Do you have a place to stay while we find your items?”

“Well, my name is Richard Burton. I am from….”

Shit, I can´t tell my real city, can I? Quick, think, the joggers said that I looked like a belonged in another town. Shit, what was its name again?

“I am from Cowboy city. I mean STALLION City.” Nailed it.

“And no, I don´t have a place to stay. Shit, I don’t even know how I got here.”

“Really?” Asked the guard. “Well, I’ll see if I can find a place for you to stay in the meantime.”

He then pressed a button on the device, and a small printed paper came from the top. He gave it to me, and it had all the information I gave him, including the date and the localization of where I woke up. It also had my name, and the name of the beautiful guard: Sandor.

-“Well, that´s about it. It might take a while for us to find the mugger, your belongings, and a place where you can stay.” Said Sandor. “In the meantime, do you want to join in with the other troops? We´re having an orgy inside the bar.”

I could not believe my own ears.

-“Whoa, really?”

-“Of course!” He smiled. “Here in Eros, we have a custom of being hosts to any man that goes into our city. My turn here on watch is about to end, so when I switch with my partner Galen and get inside, I can take you with me. So, what do you say?”

Whatever struck me in the head, it definitely killed me, because I’m in heaven.