It was right at the start of my last semester of college when a friend told me about an amazing gay bar about 15 minutes from campus. I had been out of the closet since the day I moved in, but this was the first time I had heard about the bar. I decided one night to go check it out. It was still early in the semester so I knew I would have a free weekend to have fun. Ever since my boyfriend and I had broken up the summer before I hadn't had sex, let alone gone on a date so I was really looking forward to meeting some new guys.
Finally Friday night came and I got ready to go out. I showered, shaved everything, and made sure my body was ready for whatever was going to happen. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans that made my ass and bulge stand out. I decided to skip the underwear to make things a little more interesting. Then I put on a skin tight purple v-neck t-shirt, a black vest, and boots. I made sure my hair looked perfect all pushed off to one side and I headed out.
Luckily it wasn't too cold out so I was able to show off my sexy outfit. My dick felt strange rubbing on the inside of my jeans but I didn't care. After about 20 minutes of walking I was at the bar. For the life of me I can't remember the name, but I do remember seeing crowds of hot men. As I made my way inside I started looking around for guys I would be interested in dancing with. It was a little overwhelming at first but once I made my way to the bar I started to relax. I hadn't even ordered a drink yet when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye approach me. I turned around and standing there was this huge, gorgeous man. He looked to be about 40 and he was covered in hair. His muscles were bigger than any I had seen before. I was pretty tall at 6'1" and 135 lbs, but him standing next to me made me look like a child. All he was wearing was a pair of tight basketball shorts that perfectly outlined his dick. It looked huge even soft and that got me very excited. He was the perfect bear and I instantly wanted to bend over and let him fuck me right then and there, but I contained myself.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked in a deep, sexy voice.
"Absolutely!" I replied.
"My name's Scott," he said as he held out one of his huge hands.
I shook it and said "I'm Nick."
We sat at the bar for a while making small talk while I downed my free drinks. Before I knew it I had had 5 beers and I was starting to feel willing.
"Do you want to go somewhere a little more fun?" Scott asked me.
At this point I was starting to think about what was going to happen tonight. Scott grabbed my hand and began to lead me through the crowd of sweaty, drunken, horny guys. As we made our way to the back of the club I felt numerous hands grab my stiffening cock. Scott brought me to a stairway at the far side of the club that led to a lower floor. There was a bright neon sign above the doorway that said "DUNGEON." I felt my stomach drop. I thought about trying to pull away but I knew I wouldn't be able to escape Scott's grip.
As we walked down the dark stairs my heart began beating faster and faster. When we got to the bottom there was a long hallway with six rooms on each side. It was dark, hot, and smelled like a mix of sweat and cum. I could hear moaning coming from the rooms and occasionally the sound of leather hitting skin resonated through the hall. We walked past several rooms before going into the third on the right. I glanced into the rooms on the way and I could see men of all ages and sizes having sex. Some were in sex swings, some were tied up, and I even saw one guy with another man's arm up his ass.
All of a sudden I knew why he was taking me down here and what this place was for. As he led me into the empty room thoughts started to race through my head. The room came equipped with a bed, a sex swing, and a whole wall dedicated to sex toys. There were whips, chains, dildos of all shapes and sizes, handcuffs, rope, duct tape, and even some things that I had never seen before.
I think Scott could sense my nervousness because he said "Don't worry, this will be fun."
He started rubbing my semi hard cock through my jeans and I started to loosen up.
"Have you ever been fucked by an older man?" he asked me.
"No, never," I replied.
"Well you're in for a real treat tonight you little cock sucker," he threatened. "From now on you will refer to me as sir, got it?"
"Yes sir," I said as I started to get more excited.
"The safe word is blueberry, got it? No matter what else you say I won't stop. And only say it if you're about to pass out. Actually you know what, don't even say it then. I wouldn't mind fucking an unconscious fag."
I really liked the rules of this game, but I could also feel my stomach churning. My boyfriend and I had never had sex like this. It had always been sweet, loving sex. I could tell that kindness was out of the question tonight.
"Take your clothes off bitch," he yelled at me.
I immediately started stripping. He was pretty surprised when I took off my pants and my cock fell out. He took off his pants and I got my first look at the monster hanging between his legs. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees so his 9 inch cock was right in my face.
"You wanna suck my cock fag?" he asked me.
"Yes sir. Please let me suck it," I begged.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he set his dick on my tongue. It felt so soft against the inside of my mouth. I started to go to town sucking and licking his thick cock. I only took it about half way at first because it was so massive. I kept twisting my mouth all around his dick while I licked the head with my tongue. Once I had warmed up to it he grabbed the back of my head and began to force his dick further and further into my throat.
"You're gonna take it all the way you little faggot," he said as he got more aggressive.
With every thrust he pushed his dick farther down my throat and every time I gagged. When he finally got it all the way down my throat he kept it there for a few seconds. I couldn't breathe and I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. Finally he let my head go. As he pulled out I coughed up a huge amount of saliva which ran out of my mouth and down my chest. He did that again several more times, each time holding my head there longer and longer. At one point he had his cock jammed down my throat for 15 seconds without letting me breathe. I was worried that I was going to throw up.
After the last time he pulled out I kneeled on the floor gasping for air with my spit covering my chest and stomach.
"Get up bitch," he ordered, "Get on all fours on the bed."
I immediately did what he said. I was just happy that the throat fucking was over. Scott walked over to the wall of toys and picked up a leather whip. For some reason my cock twitched and got a little harder.
"I hope you like pain, boy."
"Yes sir. I want you to teach me who's boss."
"That's right faggot. You'll never forget me."
He started rubbing my ass cheeks and slapping then lightly. Then all of a sudden he hit me with the whip. I immediately jumped from the sting.
"Don't move boy. You need to learn to take it," Scott said.
He hit me again and I tried not to move but the stinging was worse the second time.
"What did I tell you? Don't fucking move."
