Go stand by the sling.
From Create Your Own Story
Your knees are practically shaking from nerves, but you walk over to the sling, regarding the web of leather with a nervous eye. The four main supports are bolted into the ceiling, creating a kind of angled hammock - and on each of the four main supports there are leather loops. You've seen slings before - in porn, mostly, and you can't help but reach out and touch the black leather. Your whole body trembles - people climb into this and have sex, right here in plain view. Glancing back, you see the big man as he crosses the room and walks straight to where you're standing. He grins down at you - he's quite a bit taller than you. You can make out his teeth in the dim red lights, and then the older man grins as he steps right up to face you. He puts one heavy hand on your shoulder. Your heart starts to beat quickly in your chest.
"You damn near started a race into here, walking in like that with your tight little butt all wiggling," he says. "Never seen you here before."
You feel your face burning, glad for the dim light of the red bulbs. "First time here," you say, though your voice is a bit uneven.
The man laughs. "Shit boy, I could tell that from the way you walked - pretty boy like you would still be limping if he'd been here before, 'specially on a blackout night." His hand squeezes your shoulder, and he slides a half step closer to you, his chest close enough to you that you can see the hairs on his chest where his shirt opens at the neck. You shift a little bit, and feel the web of the sling touch your back through your shirt.
You shiver. "Blackout night?"
The man leans in, leaning to one side, his lips close to your ear, his chest presses warm against yours. "Blackout night. They turn down the lights, every Friday night." His body leans against you, and there's no mistaking the lump you feel pressing against your stomach. He's got a hard-on in his jeans. "Everybody has fun in the dark." His other hand slides down your side, and then cups your ass and squeezes your butt. "The dicks come out," he says, voice low, his beard and mustache tickling your ear, "and boys like you get fucked proper."
You swallow. "Oh." Despite your nervousness, your cock hardens as the older man speaks into your ear. There's no way he can't feel your hard-on against his thick thigh.
He chuckles. "Oh yeah, you are a dirty little boy, aren't you? Made a straight line for the sling like the whore you are, dintcha?" Both of his hands are on your ass now, and he squeezes and massages your cheeks. "Daddy'll fuck that good and proper for ya." His hands rise again, taking the bottom of your shirt and sliding under it. His fingers feel rough against your skin. "You just let daddy Steve put you in your place, boy, and you'll see he's got a big surprise for you..." You feel his strong arms pulling, and realize he wants you to let him strip you and put you in the sling, right in the middle of the back room.
You...
