"If that's an offer, I'll take it!"
From Create Your Own Story
The leather guy smiles, and offers his hand – you can’t help but feel a little trepidation when you realize his hands are both covered in tight leather gloves. You shake his hand, and he tugs you up out of the booth.
“I’m Dean,” he says. “But you can call me ‘sir.’”
“Yes, sir!” you say, and he nods, once.
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 wraps his strong arms around you from behind, and one hand rubs over your chest through your t-shirt, finding a nipple and giving it a pinch. You lean back against him, and his breath is hot on your ear.
“Where you wanna play, boy? You want to take one of the couches, or how about I lock you up in the stocks ? Or maybe you like riding a sling?”
You say...
