Putting on a Show, Part 1

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I sat nervously on the bus, trying to ignore the occasional stares and disapproving looks that some of the other passengers gave me. I wanted so bad to place my hands in my lap to hide the bulge in my too-tight black and gold speedo, but Rick had told me that I wasn’t allowed to do that. After all, the whole reason he had instructed me to buy the shorts a size too small is so that they would hug my eighteen year old cock, allowing everyone around me to see its outline. The black mesh tee shirt I wore, which I had modified so that it stopped just above my navel, didn’t even partially obscure my package.It didn’t help that I was thinking about some of the things Rick and I might be doing in his “show,” as he called it. The thoughts of performing sexually in front of other men got me excited, making my bulge even bigger and more noticeable. Of course, the “show” was the whole reason that Rick had me get and wear this outfit to the bar tonight. He said it was a test to see if I was really comfortable with the idea of baring my body and fucking in public. After all, it was one thing for me to fantasize about it while jerking off, but another thing to actually go through with it.The bus finally reached the corner of High Street and Thurman and came to a stop. I stood and walked to the door as it opened. I stepped off the sidewalk and heard a middle aged woman mutter, “Honestly! I never!” as the door closed again. I sighed Kurtköy Escort and pulled out the small scrap of paper I had written the address of the bar on as I walked down Thurman.I heard music as I approached one brick building. I read the sign over the open door that declared the place “The Den.” It had been as easy to find as Rick said. I stepped inside and looked around. There were a couple of men — in their forties, if I had to guess — playing pool. A small group of bear types were drinking at the bar. I approached the bar myself, taking care to keep about six feet between myself and the other patrons.The bartender looked to be about five years older than me and was possibly the only other person in the room born the same decade as me. He was wearing a backward baseball cap, light blue jeans, and a Cardinals tee shirt. He looked me up and down as I approached, taking a note of my shaft. He smiled. “You must be Rick’s boy, Craig.”“Um, yeah. Is he here?”“The guys are going to love you. Yeah, he’s here in the back room.” He gestured toward a door marked “authorized personnel only.”“Um, can I go back there?” I asked, my eyes lingering on the sign.The bartender laughed. “Of course. It’s where you’ll be performing. The sign is just to keep people who don’t know what’s going on from stumbling into something they don’t want to see by mistake.”“Um, thanks.” I walked toward the door.One Kurtköy Escort Bayan of the patrons at the bar said, “Can’t wait to see that cock in all its glory.” I blushed as I opened the door and walked into the back room, closing it behind me.The room must have been twenty feet square. In the middle sat another pool table. A tall stool sat next to the pool table. A bondage cross — I recognized it from some of the videos I watched online — stood by the far wall. Rick was standing in one corner looking over items on a table. He turned and saw me. He studied me for a moment then smiled. “Craig! It’s good to see you again! How are you feeling?”“A bit nervous, to be honest with you,” I said.“Understandable. Like I told you, you can back out any time. Just say the word.”“No. I’m nervous, but I’m also excited.” I shifted my weight. “Kinda horny, really.”Rick laughed and patted my bulge. The touch made my cock jump. “I noticed. Since it’s your first time, I’m going to take it easy on you. I’m just going to feel up your body and have sex with you. I won’t bring out any of the toys.”“Toys?” I asked.“You know, paddles, nipple clamps, cock cages, and other things.”“Ah, okay. So, where is everyone?”“It’s only ten. It’ll be at least another hour before the guys start filtering in.”“So, what do we do until then?”“Well, I wanted to talk with you and make sure you’re okay. Plus I Escort Kadıköy wanted to make sure you knew your rights, especially regarding the other guys.”“What do you mean?”“Well, some of the guys like to feel up my boys and play with them a bit. But they’re only supposed to do it if they have the boy’s permission. I’ve already reminded them of that, as a few of them are used to my other boys, who almost always give permission. But if one of them touches you and you don’t like it, you tell them to stop.”“If they don’t?” I asked.“Then you tell me and I tell them to get the hell out. I’ve already told them you’re a newbie, so most of them should stay back anyway. Most of them understand that you need some extra space and consideration.”“Okay,” I said.“Did you shave like I told you to?”“Yes sir,” I said, as I pushed down the speedo to show the hair-free space above my shaft. “That felt so weird. I mean, I spent years waiting for my pubes to grow. And now, they’re all gone by my hand.”Rick laughed. “They’ll grow back, assuming you let them. To be honest, I debated having you shave. Some of the guys would have loved your red bush.”“Yeah, it seems to fascinate most people.”“It’s just not something most people see very often. Anyway, can I get you a drink?”“A coke, maybe?” I asked.“A coke it is,” he said. He indicated the stool next to the pool table. “Have a seat. That’s where you’ll sit until we get started. Keep your hands to your side and keep your knee apart. The guys who get here early will want to get a nice view of your body before the fun begins.” With that, he walked out of the room.I had found a way to sit comfortably on the stool a couple minutes later when he returned, a plastic cup in his hand.

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