"Upstairs it is, guy. Lead the way."
From Create Your Own Story
Don rises, and you stand. He loops one arm around your shoulders and leads you to the stairs. You pass the bouncer, who takes a second to flash you an amused smirk, and then you and Don walk upstairs to the upper level of the bar.
After taking the stairs, you find yourself in a large L-shaped upper floor. At the corner, there is a stage, which is currently empty in the dim light.
Between the stairs and the stage are tables and chairs, many of which are taken by one or more patrons, none of which are really looking at you.
The bear leads you past them. On the opposite end, the tables and chairs give way to booths, and it takes you a moment to realize there's a curtained area off from the booths, the room beyond which you can't see. Don moves confidently toward it, bringing you with him, and you push the curtain aside as you enter.
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, the wooden stocks with a raised platform in front of it stands.
The room is by no means empty - there's a muscular guy in a leather harness standing by the stocks. You spot the guy in the wifebeater and his friends - the guy in the wifebeater shirt is sitting on one of the couches, his dick out, legs spread. Beside him, one of his friends, a greasy looking guy with a black goatee is standing against the wall, watching some of the other men in the room and rubbing his crotch through his jeans. On another couch, a guy with tattoos all the way up his arms is getting a blow-job from a guy in an army camo shirt that has the word PIG written on it.
The bear's hand slides from your shoulder down the front of your chest, tugging you in front of him. He presses against you, and you feel his dick hard against the small of your back. His beard tickles your ear.
"Well?" he says. "Birthday boy's choice."
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