"Let's go to the playroom and check out a couch."
From Create Your Own Story
He walks you across the dance floor and you feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you as you approach the curtained area. When you arrive, Dean pulls back the curtain and you step through first, the leather man following close behind you.
You pause once you’re inside, a little stunned at the scene. The room is painted black and lit by a couple of red lights in the ceiling. There are couches all around the outside walls, and in a couple of them, men are sucking other men off, on their knees in front of the couches while the guy they suck leans back. In the center of the room, you see a sling suspended from four chains anchored into the ceiling. Off near the back of the room, there’s also what looks like a wooden stocks with a raised platform in front of it. Dean takes you to one of the couches, then sits down, smiling at you, opening his legs.
"On your knees," he says.
"Yes sir," you say, and kneel down in front of him. He reaches down and undoes the leather codpiece with a series of snaps, and his dick, semi-hard, shifts free of the leather constraint. He reaches up with one gloved hand and grabs your hair in his fist, tugging your face down into his crotch.
"Suck it, boy," he says.
You take his uncut cock into your mouth, and suck on him, running your tongue up around his foreskin. He lets out a low rumble, and you bring your hands up to stroke his shaft while you suck. His hand doesn't let go of your hair, and as his dick gets harder and thicker in your mouth, he starts to pump your head up and down his length.
"That's right boy, suck it!" he growls. "Suck my fucking dick."
You struggle to comply, his thick cock rigid in your mouth. Your spit starts to collect at the base of his cock, and you try not to gag and choke as he forces you all the way down his shaft. His other hand rises to his chest, where he starts to twist his nipple in one gloved hand, and the pace at which he shoves your head up and down his cock increases, until finally he shoves you all the way down to his balls, mashing your face onto his dick.
"Fuck yeah," he grunts, and your mouth fills with his hot load.
"Swallow it!" he demands, his hand tugging on your hair painfully, and you try to comply, swallowing and choking and gagging on his seed, but getting nearly all of it down your throat while breathing in quick bursts through your nose. When he finally loosens his grip, you lean back a bit, and his dick slides out of your mouth. He looks down at himself, and tugs his softening cock to one side, revealing where some of his cum as pooled on his hairy balls.
"You missed some, boy" he says, in a matter-of-fact voice, and you put your head back down, licking and sucking at his balls, getting every drop.
"That's better," he says. He grins at you, slowly stroking his cock, and you realize he's starting to get hard again.
"Nice show," someone says, and you turn and see the guy in the wifebeater from the booths is in the back room now, along with his three friends. They must have watched you sucking Dean. You feel your face colour. The guy in the wifebeater grins, and squeezes the crotch of his jeans. "Is this where the line forms?"
Dean smirks, and looks at you.
"That what you want, boy? More cock?" he asks.
You say...
