I'm over a complete stranger's knee, butt way up high with his left hand and huge arm wrapped over my back and up under my stomach. He has the flat inside of his left palm pulling me up slightly off his knee. It hurts. I feel him push up into my stomach. He could pick me up like this, pick me up and hold me upside down if he wanted to, he's that strong. He's huge.
He's holding me in place as his other hand is pushed in deep between my cheeks. I look to the tile floor and then up to my boyfriend, sitting at a table with one other man. I use my hands to steady myself on the floor. This is the same position my boyfriend spanked me in. I feel tears start to form in my eyes as I struggle to keep still as I've been told to do.
I whimper and moan as the stranger that has his middle finger pushed deep into my rear moves it around in wide circles. He's spreading wide my tight little hole, opening it, feels like he might break me. I start to cry hard. His fist is closed all except for his middle finger. I can feel his large knuckles hold my exposed cheeks wide apart as he buries his finger in me as deep as it will go. He turns his fist around in me, inside of my cheeks as they close around him, starts to rub my prostate gland. I can feel him just start to play with it, toy with it.
Then he gets serious about it. He works his finger hard on me. He starts to milk me. "That's it sunshine, you just keep real still, be a good boy." I hear him as he leans down over my back.
My boyfriend gave me to this man just minutes ago, just said, "Do what he tells you to do. Don't embarrass me, bitch." He then gave me 'the look'. I knew if I didn't cooperate I'd get my face slapped real hard. I stood and was led by this man to a chair right next to our table. He set the chair out away from it, giving him plenty of room to not only work on me but to let the rest of the men in the room see if they choose to watch.
We are in the back room of a bar my boyfriend took me too. I am there for the first time, didn't know what to expect. And the music is loud. People have to lean in toward each other to be heard. When the songs on the juke box switch and the music ends momentarily it allows my whimpers or crying to be heard, but not by much. It also allows the other very loud activity in the room to be heard too, the laughter, the yelling and partying that is going on around us. The room-noise drowns out my crying.
The room is very dim, almost dark, a small side-room off of the main bar. If you didn't know this room was here you'd walk past it on the way out the back door. It's the private room for those that know what really goes on here, those that know the real purpose of this club.
Fifteen, maybe twenty, men sit or stand around the room. Some dance with each other, some watch a television over the small side bar, others talk to each other at tables. Some glance at me and then back to each other.
There are two naked 'twinks', as my boyfriend described them, kneeling in the room. They don't look more than twenty years old, at most. Men are taking turns using their mouths, take turns getting sucked, there for all in the room see. One in the back of the room, one against the wall next to the men's room, they are both restrained by collars to the wall, their hands free to hold the men's side or rear standing in front of them. I saw them both as we walked by them to our table, could not help but watch them as I was led to this room in the back of the bar. I stared at them as my boyfriend was quickly joined at the table by two men. I prayed that my boyfriend would not make me do what the naked boys were doing, looked up at him in fear.
The men at our table sat and talked. They ignored me but I could feel them both look at me and check me out, making me very uncomfortable. I quickly looked away and didn't want to make eye contact with either of them. These were very big men, obviously dominant like my boyfriend. We were in a gay s&m bar, my first trip to this club. We were at 'The Brand'. My boyfriend said this was a club we'd spend many evenings in.
One of the men leaned in toward me and my boyfriend. I sat so close to him, grabbed my boyfriend's arm tight. I was afraid and wanted his protection.
"So you mean to tell me I can't fuck this sissy's ass but I can fuck his mouth?" The larger of the two men talked to my boyfriend, doesn't even look at me, ignores me as he speaks. "What's different than one a them bitches over there against the wall?"
"This one has a mouth you won't believe." He just stares at the man, smiles slightly. "He's a born cocksucker." He sips his beer. "You're in for a surprise, you'll be calling me and asking for a date with that mouth."
"But we can't fuck him." Both men look to my boyfriend, then to me. I look down at my lap.
I can't believe what I'm hearing. I feel my face turn bright red, feel like running. I squeeze my boyfriend's arm even tighter. He looks at me, pats my hand and smiles. He looks back to the men.
"That's right. If I send him to you and you even try to fuck him I'll kick your ass. Count on it. And he'll tell me if you do." He stares at me, then at the man. "And then maybe I'll fuck both of you after."
They burst into laughter. I feel dizzy, want to leave. I look to the man closest to me and he looks to me, stares at me coldly, makes me shudder. He's crude, biker-like. And he's not in shape like my boyfriend. Just big, his stomach is hanging out over his belt, has a beard. I don't like him at all.
He reaches up and runs his finger up my chin, up over my lips. I pull away quickly, look to the naked boy next to the men's room. He's alone, not being used. He looks at me, our eyes meet. He quickly looks away and to the floor, down at his naked knees.
"Has he ever been milked?" He pulls his hand away from my face.
My boyfriend sips from his beer. "No, only played with, I haven't jacked him off, don't want the bitch to lose his little boy sissy edge. I touch his dick but only to keep him hot." He reaches over and pats my leg, puts his hand over my crotch. I feel him squeeze my gently and then remove his hand from me. "He can jack himself off when I'm not around."
"No, I mean milked. I mean finger-up-his-ass type milked." He just stares at me when he talks to my boyfriend. "It isn't like cumming for the bitch. Yeah he'll cum when you milk him but it's way more submissive, keeps sissies in line. And it keeps that ass ready to be fucked too. You can keep a sissy in a cock harness and still make him cum. You don't know about this?"
"What are you talking about? You can make him cum without stroking his little dick?" My boyfriend looks at me. "This I've got see." He sits back in his chair.
They both stare at me. The third man at the table laughs and sips his beer. I feel helpless, have no idea what he's talking about. That's when my boyfriend said 'to not embarrass him' and that's when the big man stood and turned his chair so that I could fit across his lap.
Then he patted his lap and said loud enough for all to hear at the table, "Come on, sunshine, let's get that ass over here across my lap and get to work." He laughed and stared at me, motioned with his index finger for me to move to him.
