Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1999 13:21:26 -1000
From: Adrian Storm <adrian_storm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dillon: Bar Slut

This story contains material of an adult gay nature.  It is fiction.  Any
resemblence to real or other similar situations are merely coincidental.
More stories by Adrian Storm can be found at: http://boanddax.com.

Copyright (C) 1999 Adrian Storm
adrian_storm@hotmail.com

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Bar Slut

"Hey, buddy boy," a voice registered in Dillon's head.  "Time to party."

"What." disoriented and confused, Dillon started to open his eyes.

"Be a good boy and sniff.  This will bring you back to life."

Lying on his stomach, Dillon notices a small square mirror and lines of
white powder placed in front of him.  A hand was holding a tightly wrapped
bill pushing it toward his face.  Opportunity isn't a lengthy visitor,
Dillon reasoned.  He put the paper straw up one of his nostrils and inhaled
one of the lines.  With a quick sniffle he moved to the next and again
vacuumed up another white trail.

"Nice." Dillon muttered.  The drug began to take effect quickly and his
heart picked up speed.  Looking up and recognizing Merrick's rugged face,
he queried, "This isn't something I'm going to regret later?"

"Not unless you like being jet-lagged all night."

"Guess you're right.  How long have I been out?"  Dillon asked.

"Just about an hour.  You put on quite a show," Merrick reminds him,
gesturing back toward the camera.

Dillon pulls himself up to the knees, and starts to recall the wild sex
scene.  Crouched on the worn-out mattress he realizes he isn't wearing what
he came in with.

"What's this?" completely surprised.  Dillon was now strapped into a tight
pair of leather chaps.  Two metal armbands and a collar were bound around
his arms and neck.

Standing up, Dillon caught his reflection in a mirror on the far wall.
"I've always thought about doing the leather thing -- just never figured on
having it done for me."

"Looks fucking great on a preppy blond boy-toy like yourself," Merrick
smiling back.

"Fuck!  Not bad at all."  Dillon in amazement.

Turning around he notices his round firm boy butt was entirely exposed.
Damn!  Dillon says to himself, my butt just screams - Free Parking!  Then,
looking down he realizes his cock was covered by a tightly bound cod piece.
His balls were separated from his dick shaft by thick leather cuffs.  The
head of his cock peered out of the contraption like a turtle.

"This is cute.  But, is it legal?" Dillon uttered aloud.

"At the Eagle, it's all legal," Merrick quickly responds.

"Not to be a stick in the mud, but all my money and ID are in my clothes."
Dillon started say.

Merrick interrupts, "Don't worry you'll get `em back.  Ron took them ahead.
And, it won't make a diff anyway, he owns the place."

"Well, I guess I don't really have much of a choice."

"A choice?  You always have a choice, but this one isn't that difficult,
now is it?"  Merrick retorts.  "But first, I think we should finish this
fairy dust," while holding out a small spoon.

Turning back, Dillon takes a few more snorts and thinks; this shit is
pretty good.  It's really beginning to hit me hard.  He then takes a good
look at Merrick standing in front of him.  He was now sporting heavy black
boots, a pair of tight leather shorts and a full black harness.  This stud
could easily be featured in a nasty jack-off magazine.

"Oh, man!" Merrick exclaims as he takes one last giant sniff.  "Nothing
like a Colombian boost before a party.  Picked by hand by his South
American Horniness, good `ol Juan Valdez."

Heading down the dimly lit hallway toward the front door, Merrick moves up
behind Dillon.  Putting one arm around Dillon's chest he takes two fingers
and inserts them into Dillon's fuck chute.  Still greased with amble
amounts of man jizz, they slide in easily.

"Uggg!" Dillon involuntarily exhales.  Feeling the dizzy affects of the
drug and the sensation of Merricks fingers invading his unsuspecting hole
made his own cock surge inside the tight leather straight-jacket.

Pulling out his rigid man-meat, Merrick grunts, "I think you need a little
something to hold you over before entering the big bad leather world."

In seconds, Dillon was pressed up against the front door.  Merrick put his
fat head up between Dillon's crack.  Shoving it forward, it finds Dillon's
juicy opening easily.  The head of his fat cock slips right in without much
resistance.

"Oh yeah!" Merrick announces.  "Fuck, you've got a fantastic ass!"

Grabbing him by hips Merrick jabs the entire length of his ramrod into
Dillon's willing butt.  Once in, Merrick begins to pump Dillon's open ass
with lightening speed.  Each time his cock plunged deeper into Dillon's
well-oiled passage, fucking him with the power of jackhammer.

Through the haze of his high and the fantastic feeling of each rapid
thrust, Dillon started to focus on the unbelievable sensation coming from
his dick.  The blood rushing in to his balls and cock was causing intense
pressure as they expanded.  It was something he had never felt before, a
weird sense of pain and pleasure.  His body was now fully under its
control.  He was beginning to pant and his legs were beginning the shake.

"Ohhhhh. Jesus!"  Dillon screamed as the pressure inside him mounted,
finally reaching a sharp peak.

A surge of racing cum, ejected from Dillon's aching nuts flying through his
constrained shaft and quickly blasted out of him with incredible force.
The stream of warm thick cum shot straight up with enough energy that it
passed the height of his head, some of it landing in his droopy blond
hair. The convulsions of Dillon's severe climax caused his fuck tunnel to
clamp down hard on Merrick's working piston.  In a chain reaction, Merrick
sent a flood of cum pouring into Dillon's guts.

"Oh, Dude. Oh, fuck yeah!" as Merrick pumped his wad into Dillon restricted
fuck hole.

Breathing heavily and staying together for a few moments, both of them
tried to regain a sense of normalcy before backing down from the rush of
this sudden sexual high.

Slowly pulling out of Dillon, Merrick huffed into Dillon's ear, "Quite a
surprise, huh?"  After another deep breath, "the next time will be even
more intense, baby."

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Inside the cab, Merrick turns to Dillon and smiles. "Ron has set up little
something just for you."

"These surprises are beginning to become habit," Dillon said in a caustic
tone.

"That's not whining, I hear?  Believe me, it isn't every day a famous
leather bar has a coming out party for every blond twinkie that passes
through its door," Merrick pronounces firmly.

"Don't think I'm an ungrateful bitch, but you can't expect me to just relax
when I've never done this sort of thing before."  Dillon explains.

"Give me a fucking break.  You're not the sweet little virgin that other
guys assume you are.  And, I'm certain you weren't playing bridge inside
the club earlier this morning, -- or did you think I didn't know exactly
where you came from when you pulled your freshly-fucked ass up my coffee
stand?"

"OK. OK.  I just need time to move into that new house in my head," Dillon
relented.

"Well, you better set-up the furniture quick `cause we're here.  The first
thing you gotta do is put on this blind fold on - and keep it on until I
tell you can remove it," Merrick orders.

As instructed, Dillon ties the black cloth fold around his eyes.  Merrick
firmly grabs Dillon's arm and helps him out of the cab, putting his hand
above Dillon's head to keep him from hitting the roof.

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The sound of music came thumping out as Dillon sensed the door of the bar
opening.  Conversations swirled around his head, when one man asked in a
rough voice.  "Is this him?"

"In the flesh," he heard Merrick's reply.

"That's what I call one VERY pretty boy," the harsh voice extolled.

Pulled inside the bar, Dillon felt the soft wooden floor creak beneath his
feet.  The loud pulsing music invaded his ears.  He could smell the pungent
odor of beer and cigarettes.  The act of being lead through this cave gave
Dillon a real thrill and his heart started to race.  This excitement came
for the sheer thought of not knowing where he was going or what was going
to happen to him.

As they passed through what seemed like the main bar area, Dillon felt
hands grope him.  He heard voices on each side make all sorts of lewd
comments; things like what a fine piece of boy-meat he was.  Then, Dillon
felt himself pulled sharply to the left.

Merrick instructed, "In front of you are some stairs.  Don't trip."

At the top of the landing, they proceeded a few more paces to the left.
"Park it here for a sec," Merrick commanded.  "I'll be right back."

Dillon put his hands out but felt nothing.  How strange, he thought, to be
standing here like a lost kid.  He listened the voices of revelry wafting
up from below and realized he was standing on some sort of platform.

Suddenly, Dillon felt large hands grab him from behind.  In his right ear a
familiar voice announced, "I'm glad you made it, and just in time.  Our
afternoon show made quite an impact.  However, it's time for your evenings
performance."

"Ron?  Is that you? I'm. ummm. I'm a little scare," Dillon quivered.

"Oh, don't be afraid.  You going to be just fine.  Trust me.  You going to
be one happy camper.  Now, I want you to put out your tongue, I've got a
treat for you," Ron said calmly.

As he was told, Dillon stuck his tongue out and felt a small object placed
on it.

"Be a good boy and swallow.  This little bill will escort you to the
wonderful land we call Planet X."

After swallowing the pill, Dillon felt the rim of a cold bottle put to his
lips.  From the smell, he knew it was beer.  He tried to drink it carefully
as the invisible hand tipped the bottle forward, but some of it poured out
of his mouth and ran down onto his bare chest.  It felt great in the humid
climate of the room.

Dillon felt someone moving him further over to the edge where he was made
to lean forward.  His chest fell against a padded object at about a 45
degree angle.  It was very slim, only about 5 inches wide and ran from the
top of his chest down to his belly button.  Dillon felt a large strap
pulled around his chest securing his body tightly to it.

Hands pulled his legs apart and boots where place up on blocks.  Dillon
felt straps placed around his ankles.  He was now in a spread eagle, almost
in a squatting position.  Then, his hands were firmly pulled back behind
him.  A set of handcuffs snapped them securely together.  A sense of panic
came over him and he started to speak, but a leather gag was quickly placed
over his open mouth.  My God!  He was tied up like a pig being lead out to
slaughter.

The drug he swallowed started to creep through him, sending soft waves of
pleasure over him.  He sank into the power of it's seductive hold and felt
his fear escape, being replaced with a eerie form of comfort.  Dillon
didn't even notice that metal clamps were now attached to his exposed
nipples.  His only real recollection was that his asshole was being lubed
up with a cool gel.  Coming out of this lull he tried to let out a cry as a
cold metal object was being forced into his ass.  Oh, my God!  What the
hell were they doing to him?  As he became accustom to the shock of its
freezing temperature, he slowly wandered back into his delirium.  He felt
the seductive rhythm of the music and dreamt he was dancing nude in a sea
of sweaty men.

Dillon was rudely pulled back into this world when he heard the faint sound
of bell.  Without warning an electric shock was sent through his helpless
body.  He jerked violently back, but was unable to move much under the
heavy straps.  The object in his ass came to life and started to vibrate
wildly, pumping in and out of his stuffed hole with unrelenting speed.
This caused Dillon's whole body to buck back into it with uncontrollable
undulations.  It was like he was fucking a mechanical bull.  A cheer rose
up from the floor just as Dillon thought he lost all control.  He couldn't
be sure, but he had the sinking feeling that his bladder let go, sending a
stream of hot piss out of his leather-sheathed cock.  Coming out of his
drugged state for a brief moment, he heard the loud sounds of screams and
laughter echoing over the pounding music.

The bell sounded again and Dillon's body was sent into the same wild
reaction, the cheers went up and he was hammered by the metal fucking
machine.  He was reeling in utter ecstasy and pandemonium.  Oh God!  Dillon
lamented.  These bastards are buying beer for the house and I'm the fucking
floor show!  He lost count as to how many times he heard that bell; after
the first shock he was forcibly sent into epileptic seizures as the brutal
drilling commenced.  Dillon sensed his whole body was becoming more and
more conditioned to each session.  It was like it decided to live with it
and his cock began to swell in anticipation.  He was actually enjoying this
artificial rape.  His body began to need the bell in order to retract from
the overwhelming pain in his balls and cock were sending to his brain as
they swelled to a purplish hue.

Ultimately, the drink bell sounded and his body reacted as it always did,
only this time his head hummed with terrifying resonance; and when the
assault on his ass subsided, his balls let out a blazing rush of cum, like
a pressure valve being released.  It caused his entire body to shake and
shiver for several minutes.  At this moment, Dillon lost all control and
his head slumped forward as he passed out from the ecstasy of shooting his
wad.  Later, recalling the experience he only would remember hallucinating
that he was diving off a cliff into a crystal clear pool far below.


Continued.

Copyright 1999, Adrian Storm