Ask them to take you into to the backroom.
From Create Your Own Story
"Best way to get broken in," the guy in the wifebeater says, and you shiver. "Good choice."
Your hand is shaking as you tuck your dick back into your pants, and the two men are so close to you as you leave the bathroom that you feel like they're marching you - one on either shoulder. The burly bearded daddy bear even puts a hand on your shoulder. You pass by the opening to the main room of the bar and glance nervously out, but Don isn't looking in your direction. As you pass by the bouncer at the foot of the stairs and start the climb up, you meet his gaze and he winks at you - your stomach clenches a little at the smile he gives you.
You feel reckless, and horny, and like you're in over your head.
They aim you up the stairs, you find yourself in a large L-shaped upper floor. At the corner, there is a stage, which is currently empty, though a muscular guy in a leather harness, chaps, and a studded leather codpiece is leaning against it, looking out into the crowd with an unreadable expression on his face, though for a second you're pretty sure he looks at you.
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.
On the opposite end, the tables and chairs give way to booths, and you notice that the other three guys from the entrance area are sitting in one of the larger, corner booths. The guy in the wifebeater raises his hand to them in greeting, and you feel your face flush a little as they wave back, obviously amused.
"This way, boy," the daddy bear says. He pushes your shoulder a little, and you see the curtained off opening at the back of the room.
As the three of you walk toward the curtained area, you notice quite a few eyes following you - the muscular guy in the harness near the stage and a guy sitting at one of the tables who makes it obvious he's looking at you. He's about forty, you figure, with short salt-and-pepper hair. He's clean cut with a trim beard, built stocky, and wearing a plain white collared shirt and jeans. If he'd chosen flannel plaid instead, you can't help but think, he'd be a quintessential bear. The daddy bear gives you a little shove when you falter, and 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, with only a couple of red lights in the ceiling which aren't doing much to light the place. Still, you can see there are couches all around the outside walls, none of which look particularly clean. The two men move you 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. A few men are already here, and in the far corner a large man is already getting a blow-job from another man kneeling in front of him.
You're with two strangers in the back room, you realize with a jolt. Where guys go to have anonymous sex.
"Welcome to the best birthday you're ever gonna have," the guy in the wifebeater says, and he presses up behind you. "This way."
The two men lead you to the wooden stocks, and you feel yourself shaking more with every step.
Your head is spinning from the beer - you're not usually such a lightweight. It must be nerves, too. And arousal. You can't deny it. This is so hot... and this is insane!
The daddy bear starts to pull at your shirt.
You...
