Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 16:49:48 -0600
From: kyle_14@gay.com
Subject: Rookie bar slut

I had been to gay bars before but I had never been to real leather
bar. I was in town visiting relatives for a few days. I told them I
was leaving early to do some sightseeing. I had found out about this
leather bar a guy I knew back home. I was determined to find some non-
vanilla sex. At the time I was 23, 5'10, 160, light brown hair, blue
eyes. I parked my car a few miles from the bar and took public
transit. I got off the bus close to where the address for the bar
was. I was wearing worn jeans, a t-shirt, and brown leather boat
shoes. I went without underwear, but I did have a metal cock ring on.

I walked right past the bar at first. It was dark and there was no
sign identifying the bar. As I strolled past it again I heard music
coming behind a large wooden door. The address was above the door and
not very well lit. I walked up to the door and nervously opened it.
When I got inside my eyes were not adjusted to the lack of lights. A
very muscular, bearded bouncer greeted me at the second door. He
stared at me for what seemed like ever. He then told me that the
cover was five dollars. I reached into my pocket and handed to him.
He smirked at me and opened the door. I stood there for a while
gazing in. The inside was lit a little better then the entry way was.
I saw some neon signs illuminating the bar. The bouncer then leaned
over in my face and said "in or out boy!" I moved in. A few guys near
the door saw the scene and smirked at me as well.

Most leather bars have a strange layout. This one was really strange.
There were two bars. One to the left another to right. In the middle
was a stairway going upstairs. Two leather slings hung on each side
of the stairway. One sling was empty, the other had a guy about my
age, naked, with his legs spread open sitting in the sling. There was
series of unorganized tables and chairs scattered on the floor in
front of the bars. It was early but there was several guys who were
clearly tops and several guys who were clearly bottoms hanging
around. One pair struck me immediately. The "top" was standing at a
table talking to another top drinking a beer. He was late thirties
with a little grey on his temples. On the floor next to him was
a "bottom." He was in his early twenties. He sat crossed legged on
the floor wearing only a pair of g-string underpants. As I looked
closer I noticed he had no body hair.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. I then made my way up the
stairs to view that area. There were several walled off areas
furnished with couches, leather slings, chairs, and other items. I
only quickly viewed the area and moved back downstairs. I felt men
staring at me as I made my way through the bar again. I finished the
beer and felt the need to pee. I made my way to the bathroom. It was
big. It had a few urinals, two toilets, a leather sling, and a
bathtub. There were no walls between any of the items. I pissed and
left quickly. I ordered a second beer and sat down at the bar.

I nursed the beer and within a hour the place began to fill up. I
watched as guys cruised each other. Suddenly a guy leaned over behind
me and said "top or bottom?" He startled me. I stammered that I was a
bottom. He was 6'0, 180, brown hair, brown eyes. He wore jeans,
boots, and a leather jacket. He asked "why are you taking a mans seat
boy?" I then noticed that all the seats at the bar were taken. I got
up and offered it to the man I just met. He smirked at me, patted me
on the head, and said "good boy." He then sat down. He then started
to ask me questions.


"Ever come here before boy?"

"No"

"No what?" he then grabbed my dick through my pants.

"No sir!" I said.

"What are you looking for boy?"

"A real man sir."

"You found one boy." he smiled and released my cock.

We chatted for a while and he seemed to know what pushed my buttons.
He explained he came to town a few times and year and always stopped
here. He said he really liked the atmosphere. I agreed. He then
looked around the room then back at me. He said "Do you want to be my
boy for the night?" I smiled, blushed and said "yes." He then
said "well boy you are embarrassing me."

"How?"

"Other boys have stripped down to there underwear. Why haven't you?"

"I-I don't have any underwear on."

"So?" I realized then he didn't care if I was naked.

"I-I have nowhere to put my clothes." I was stalling.

"The bartender will take them. You won't need them. Now get them off!"

I don't know why but I did as he demanded. I needed to follow his
orders. I kicked off my shoes. The floor was cold. I pulled off my t-
shirt. I reached for my pants zipper but stopped. I noticed a few
guys were watching me. My new master said "Well?"

"Please sir don't make me be naked in the bar like this." He then
slapped me. What had I gotten myself into? I breathed deep and pulled
down my pants. Surprisingly my dick popped up half hard. I heard men
in crowd making comments and laughing. My master grabbed my cock and
found the cock ring. He pulled me close to him a whispered in my
ear "how do you feel now boy?" I was having second thoughts and
figured if I put my clothes back on I could just leave. I looked down
but my clothes were gone. My master asked "looking for something?" I
knew I was to far in to back out now. He then pulled me away from the
bar and announced to the crowd "Men I have a new pussy boy tonight!"
I tried to cover my dick but he slapped my hands away.

 He then told me to stay put and he walked over to the bartender. As
he spoke to him the bartender looked over at me and nodded. He then
handed my master something. My master then came over to me and told
me he had run up a tab his last trip into town and that I was going
to help pay it. He then handed me a pen and paper and told me to take
drink orders from the crowd. I had no choice. I walked from table to
table and took orders. The bartender not only took the payments from
the drinks but my tips as well. He told me that until my masters bill
was paid I would never see my clothes. I realized I would have to do
more to get better tips.

One of the men grabbed me after I brought him his drink. I looked at
my master and he just smiled. The man pushed me to the floor and
pulled his fat dick out. He pushed it in my face and I began to suck
it. It pulsed in my mouth as began to suck. My master leaned down and
said to me "don't embarrass me." I sucked harder. I looked around and
noticed other guys had pulled their dicks out. Here I was kneeling
naked on the floor of a leather bar sucking cocks to pay off my new
masters bar tab. The first man arched his back, grabbed my head and
squirted his cum in my mouth. I then proceeded to suck off ten more
guys. I was a slut for my master.

When I finished sucking off the last guy my master grabbed me and
dragged me to the bathroom. He sat me in the sling between the two
urinals. He then pulled his dick out. It was the first time I saw it.
It was beautiful. He then pointed it at me and began pissing. It hit
my cock first. Then he moved upward towards my mouth. I knew I had to
open. The piss hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed. For the next
half hour I was a human urinal. My master then yelled into the
bathroom for me to come out.

I came out and my master told me to get up on a table in the middle
of the bar. It was a big long table. I did. He pulled his pants off.
He told me to get on all fours on the table. I did. I saw his cock
was hard and huge. It was 8-1/2 inches long. I knew what he was going
to do. I begged him not to. He slapped my ass and told me to shut up.
He put the tip of his big cock against my ass. He then told me I had
to beg to get fucked. I did. He pushed his dick into my ass and began
fucking me. I had given eleven blow jobs, was wet with piss, and was
now being fucked on a table in the middle of this bar. As he was
fucking me I grew harder and harder. As I felt him cuming up my ass I
let loose with a mind-bending orgasm. I squirted all over the table.
My master made me lick it up.

I then was taken upstairs by my master and the bartender. I was
fucked several times. Gave more blow jobs and served as a urinal
again. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life so far. Early
the following morning the bartender gave me my clothes. He told me my
masters bill had almost been paid off but I could earn the rest the
next time. I can't wait.