Lead the bear into the backroom.
From Create Your Own Story
You start for the far end of the room where the curtain hangs and the four men at the table let out a little cheer that makes you turn bright red. You walk slowly, not rushing, and not daring to look back to see if the salt and pepper bear is matching your pace. Your dick is rock hard in your pants and you're stunned at how horny and wild you feel - not to mention lightheaded and a little bit out of control. All that from one beer, you think, and try not to laugh out loud.
You head down the stairs and turn to the curtain, a little dizzy. You hesitate a moment while you're walking, but then realize you've got no graceful way to go anywhere else now. Plucking up your courage, you push through the curtain.
You pause once you’re inside, a little stunned at the scene. The room is painted black, but the bright lights illuminate the room clearly. It's also got a couple of red lights in the ceiling, though they're not doing much. There are couches all around the outside walls, none of which look particularly clean. You move deeper into the room and realize that the stains are obviously a mix of lube and cum. 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 a wooden stocks, with a raised platform in front of where it stands.
You're in a back room, you realize, for the first time in your life. Where guys go to have anonymous sex. You glance around nervously and see that there are already a few older guys here in the room - though you can't really make them out. Two of them are by the far corner where the stocks are, and as you watch one drops to his knees in front of the other. Holy crap.
You're incredibly horny, but more than a little bit scared.
The curtain moves again - you watch, but it's not the bear, Steve - and again. The place is filling up. A moment later, the curtain moves once more, and it's the bear you pointed out to the four guys at your table. The big man grins as he walks right up to you, and 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. "Your friend says it's your birthday, eh?"
You feel your face burning, glad for the dim light of the red bulbs. "Yeah," you say, though your voice is a bit uneven. "It's my first time here." Your head is spinning from that single beer.
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 leans forward.
You shiver. "Oh?"
The man's teeth shine through his beard. He leans in close, his lips close to your ear. "Blackout night. They turn down the lights, every Friday night." His body leans against yours, 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 free hand slides down your side, and he 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 remains rock hard as the older man speaks into your ear. He rubs his thigh between your legs, feeling the bump of your erection.
He chuckles. "Oh yeah, you are a dirty little birthday boy, aren't you? Made a straight line for the back room like the slut you are, dintcha?" Both 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, both taking your arms, and he steps back a half-step, taking your shoulders. "I wasn't ready to go home yet, but I'm sure ready to give you what you need. Come on."
Your knees are practically shaking from nerves, but you let him walk over to the stocks, regarding them with a nervous eye. The top of the stocks is currently opened, with the padded grooves for the neck and wrists set along the open edge. You've read about them in history class, but you're pretty sure this one gets used in a very different way. There's a strange platform on the other side of the stocks, the purpose of which you're not sure about. His hands rise again, both taking your wrists, and he lifts your arms up toward the stocks and the padded grooves that are set to either side. "You just let daddy 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 put you in the stocks, right in the middle of the back room.
You...
