This is a fictional story. All the names, places, and situations have been made up.
No characters are under the age of eighteen (18).
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Davie and Emerson watch as the parking attendant takes Emersons car to the parking area.
Emerson turns to Davie. "Ready to go inside?"
Davie nods. "Yes."
Once inside they stop at the coat check room where a man takes their coats. When Davie turns to walk into the Hall, Emerson gently grabs his arm. "You will need to undress, other than your shoes, and hand your things to the attendant."
Davie looks at the attendant, then back at Emerson. "What?!"
Emerson lowers his voice, making it clear he is in charge and doesn't like repeating himself. "Undress and hand the attendant your things."
Davie hands the attendant his purse, then each piece of clothing as he undresses.
The attendant turns to Emerson. "Do you have a number, Sir?"
Emerson watches Davie undress. "Sixty two."
When the attendant has all of Davies clothes he disappears into a back room, returning a minute later with a black elastic band, with '62' printed on four sides in white.
Emerson hands Davie the band. "Slide this on your left leg, near the top of your thigh."
After Davie slides the band onto his thigh, Emerson looks him over. "Beautiful."
Emerson takes Davies hand and slowly walks him toward a large set of double-doors. "Remember you are my property tonight. The men and women inside are allowed to touch you anywhere, and any way, they wish. You will not stop them, question them, or even react to it." They stop short of the doors. "You are here for my and their pleasure. Do you understand?"
Davie nods. "I understand."
Emerson folds his arm and places Davies hand inside his elbow. "Good, and remember to smile."
When they get to the doors an attendant on either side opens one of the doors. Inside, the Hall is huge. As Emerson walks him through the crowd, Davie sees other nude men around the room, being fondled and groped.
When they get to the bar in the back corner of the Hall an older man stands next to Davie. "Emerson, I see you have a new pet."
Emerson takes his drink from the bartender. "Carl, meet Davie."
The man puts his hand on Davies ass cheek. "Hello, Davie."
Davie continues to smile. "Hello."
Carl slides his hand up and down Davies ass cheek, his fingers touching Davies pussy. "You should put him on the dance floor, there's an empty pole."
Emerson glances at Davie and smiles. He looks at Carl. "I'll be there in a shortly. Would you mind taking Davie, and make sure he gets a pole."
Carl looks Davie over. "It'd be my pleasure."
Davie follows Carl to the center of the Hall. As they get closer to the center of the Hall, the music gets louder. In the center of the Hall, where the music is loudest, there's a raised platform, with three dance poles on top.
Carl walks Davie to the steps. "Make Emerson proud." He goes to one of the many tables around the dance floor and takes a seat.
Davie walks up the stairs to the dance floor, and watches the other dancer. Having been to strip bars, Davie has an idea of what men want to see. He stands next to a pole, walks around it, faces the pole, looks over his shoulder at Carl, then suddenly drops into a squat.
Carl laughs then points to Davie. "THAT'S EMERSONS BITCH!"
As Davie continues dancing, from the raised platform he can see over everyone. He sees Emerson coming toward the dance floor, several men are getting blowjobs and lap dances, from their bitches, and along the walls are small doorless rooms with beds inside.
Inside some of the rooms he can see men getting blowjobs from their bitches, inside other rooms he sees men fucking their bitches.
When he looks back at Carls table, Emerson is now sitting with him. He signals Davie to him.
When Davie gets to him, Emerson undoes his pants, and pulls out his hard cock. He spreads his legs. "Suck me."
When Davie starts to get on his knees, Emerson stops him. "Never on your knees, squat."
Davie squats between Emersons legs, uses a hand to guide the huge cock info his mouth, then puts his hands on his knees, so his mouth is the only thing touching Emerson.
Carl stretches his legs. "It's good to train them right from the start."
Davie can feel Emersons cock grow inside his mouth, gagging when it touches his throat.