It’s not to early to go too a sex club is it?

You can’t really say that this little school skipping adventure, is a totally spur of the moment idea. Looking into your back pack to see the harness, collar, and latex short you stuffed into your bag before leaving for school. You grin as you take out the skin tight latex boy shorts, then looking around you quickly stuff them back into your bag as you call an Uber.

The truth is you may have planned out this little outing when you woke up today. See your a sort of kinky boy, a very sort of kinky boy. Whips, bondage, latex, gimp suits, the whole works you loved all of it. An recently over the summer you had found a place that very much caters to all of that. An erotic paradise, a sexual utopia. A amusement park which is almost tailored to your exact needs. The place is a sex club in the city known as Candy Cake. Over the summer you have frequented the place over, and over. There met new people, tried new things, even tried new people. Going there is the most excitement you’ve had in a while, and definitely where you ‘ve had the most hottest moments in your life! God before then you can’t of even dreamed about some of the stuff you were involved in.

Unfortunately since the school year started you haven’t really had an opportunity to head back there. You are always swamped with home work, or your job, or after school actives, or attending your sister’s softball games. Every time you have tired to plan an outing there something always came up. Really there’s been a craving to go back there for a while, yet it seemed liked you’d never get a chance unless you took matters into your own hands.

So you decide skip school one day, and take the time to head to the club. Really you kind of deserve it. You do really well in school, you don’t really get into any trouble, as well your a pretty nice boy. Really your the model son, yet you can’t exactly say hey mom I’ve been really good can you drop me off a sex club pretty please? Partly because she would mostly definitely flip out, and partly because it would be too embarrassing. So it’s all the better that your doing this on the time you have skipping school. That way your mom isn’t going to suspect a thing. Taking a seat down on the little incline by the sidewalk, you start scrolling through you phone as you wait for your ride. After about twenty five minutes a car pulls up and stops in front of you.

“Hello Uber for Doug?” A women with jet black hair asks as she rolls down the window.

“Yeah that’s me.” You say grabbing your book bag.

“Great hop in!” The woman says with a friendly smile as she unlocks the car for you.

Taking a seat in the back you put your bag on the seat next to you.

“Your going to candy cake right?” The woman asks looking at map screen on the car dashboard.

“Yeah.” You say plainly, acting like going to a sex club this early was the most normal thing in the world.

“Uh-Huh.... and your not a minor or anything right?” The young woman asks looking at you through the rear view mirror.

You cock your head to one side looking at the woman a bit confused.

“I just have to double check because if you are I would be held responsible if I dropped you off at a place like that, which out seeing some form of ID from you.” She says looking like she knows it’s a bit of hassle to ask.

“Ah right, here.” You say pulling out your ID to show the woman.

You don’t have a drivers license, but you still needed an ID to get a party time job so your mother got you a non drivers one so that you could work. The woman squints at it in the rear view after which she then turns around, and takes it from you to get a better look.

“Hmmmm alright then everything looks alright it should be about at fifteen to twenty minute okay?” The young woman again smiles cheerful as she hands you back your ID.

“Okay sounds good.” You say taking back your ID, and immediately taking out your phone to start scrolling online again.

The drive is pleasant enough, yet you get there a bit after thirty minutes rather then twenty or fifteen. This is because you end up sitting in a bit of traffic in the city. Mostly due to it still being in the morning, and people still trying to get to work.
When you do eventually pull up there are a few cars in the parking lot.

“Alright then would you like a pick up on the return trip?” The young lady asks.

“Yeah if you could come around twelve am I will probably be done around then.” You say grabbing your bag from the car.

“Alright then have fun!” She says giving you a friendly wave goodbye.

You give her an obligatory wave back, then quickly turn your attention to the club. Looking up you see a giant bright neon sigh with the words, CandyCake in big pink, and cyan letters. To left is a blue neon graphic of a cupcake with a candy bar in the icing. The famous, CandyCake in question. Which you can actually buy inside the club as they did sell snacks. Or is CandyCake the blue neon girl on the right holding a paddle? You can’t remember which one the club is named after or, if one of them was actually named after the club, or if it was actually both of them that had the name first.

What ever the case, you can feel excitement building as you start walking towards the entrance of the club. There’s no line outside like usual, which is good as it means you can get right in. However it also means there probably isn’t going to be that many other club goers inside also. Though even if there isn’t really anyone else currently around the club it still has plenty of fun things to offer you. Solo play is a thing there after all they have a bunch of toys, and machines. Hell some people just come for those alone! Not wanting to wait a second more you step up to the entrance. There you see a large muscular bouncer stands in the way.

“ID?” He says dryly as he holds out his hand expectantly.

“Here you go!” You say cheerfully as you whip your ID out of your wallet.

He takes it from you, giving it a thorough once over before handing it back to you.

“Bag?” He says holding out his hand again expectantly.

“Oh right, right!” You say forgetting you did have to get your bag checked for anything dangerous l, or illegal.

You give it over to him, and he unzips and starts looking through it. After checking every compartment, and zipper he hands it back to you.

“Head on in.” He says pointing behind him to the door with a thumb.

“Thanks!” You say practically skipping inside.

The glass doors automatically slide open as you enter. Inside the entrance is a long hallway with red carpet on the floor. The walls are painted pink, and cyan with a bunch of erotic paintings, and a few pictures hanging on either side. Before you is a woman in a full suit latex, sitting on podium while looking a bit disinterested. As you approach her, she turns her head only slightly to face you. She sighs as she looks at you, seemingly annoyed she has to actually do some work. Your eyes can’t help but run over her curves though. All that shiny latex looks great on her hour glass figure. Man she has nice curves, and nice big bulge in her crotch as well!

“You got a membership?” She asks in the most disinterested way possible.

“Nope, I can pay the full price.” You say talking out your credit card.

The woman grabs something from behind the podium, and casually places a credit card scanner on top of it.

“Scan and, put in your pin number please.” She says going back to staring disinterested at the wall.

You do so, and wait for the little machine to beep. Once it does she then just barley trails her eyes over to look at you. She then takes a deep breath, and sighs as she finally turns her full attention to you.

“Alright here’s the run down, any thing you do you have to get and give consent for. You also have to provide a safe word, and give some one the ability to use it in any plays you do. You try and do anything with out some ones permission, and we will kick you out and call the cops. Also no scat, watersports, or bloodplay. If you cum or make some one cum, make sure it’s gets cleaned we don’t want jizz all over the floor. You also can’t record or take videos of someone with out their consent, or consent from a dom. That being said the club is also recording all rooms at all times just to make sure every one is safe. These recordings are for safety reasons only, and will not be shared unless it is needed by law enforcement, or in a civil court. Now with all that out of the way before I call let you in you have to sign this consent form.” The lady rambles off like she given this exact speech a million times.

“Yeah I know I’ve been here before.” You say after you let the lady give her whole speech.

“Ugh then why didn’t you say anything instead of making me- you know what never mind just sign this.”

She then hands you a piece of paper on clip board, and you sign your name on the line at bottom.

“And can I get a key for a locker I would like to store my stuff.” You ask eagerly rocking back, and forth on your heels.

She sighs again, reaching behind the podium she drops a key with a tag into your hand, and waves you off dismally without a further word.

“Thanks!” You thank the woman with a good amount of enthusiasm, giddy finally back here.

Walking quickly you turn to wooden door with gold accents on the side. Above it there’s a sign that reads Help, and Lockers. Openings the door you enter another room with black carpet on the floor, and dark red painted walls. To the left you see a woman in a white latex suit, who perks up as soon as she sees you.

“Oh hi welcome to CupCake is this-oh wait I remember you this certainly isn’t your first time!” The woman in white says in friendly, and upbeat tone.

Ah right you remember this lady, she ran customer help. Always so chipper you would think she is working in a customer service position rather then a sex club.

“Hello.” You say giving her a friendly wave before heading over to the rows of mini lockers.

“Any thing I can help you with today need any condoms some lube, perhaps some information on our newest additions to the club?” The woman asks with a beaming smile.

“No thank you I’m good.” You politely decline as you walk past the lockers to three black doors.

Opening the door on the left which you can tell is the men’s dressings room, based on the symbol of a man one would find on normal bathrooms, you head in to get changed. The changing room is a long room with a bunch of small curtain rooms one could get changed in. No one seems to be occupying the room except you, yet even still you opt to use one of the curtains rooms rather then changing right out in the open. Shutting the red curtain behind you, you drop your back pack on the ground, and start to get undressed. First your t-shirt, then your socks, and shoes, and then your pants, and underwear. You then neatly fold all your clothes to the side, and, start taking pieces of your club out fit out.

First the harness, then the latex boy shorts. Then the black collar, with a nice shiny ring in the front. Your heart starts to beat faster as you look over the three pieces. Fast as you can you slip the harness over your head, and start tightening it so it’s snug agains your body. The whole thing was a beautiful yet simple set of black leather, and silver rings that forms a Y, shape around your front, and your back. A single ring is located in the middle of both your chest, and the small of your back. From there two straps connect each rings son each side, forming the top of the Y as they spread out up to your shoulders. A single piece of leather then goes down from both your back, and to front, and stops just above your hips. From there they loop around your waist, and form a almost solid belt, which is connected back to front, by two rings on both the right, and left side of you. You make sure the harness is just set perfect, having it so that it is firmly yet gently taunt against your skin.

Next up is collar which is simple enough. It’s a fine piece of black leather with, a single silver ring at the front. As a bonus for comfort, there is is a layer of black wool on the inside so that the leather won’t chaff your neck. Putting it on you fit it snuggle around your neck so that it has no chance of slipping of. Though you keep it lose enough that it isn’t **** you. Wearing the collar makes you feel just so... ready. Like wearing it alone starts to put you into a totally different head space. It gives you the feeling that your just ready to cut lose, and act out every secret desire you have.

Next is the black latex boy shorts. The bit of the outfit that is always a bit of pain to get on, yet is always the highlight of the outfit. It’s takes a few tries to get it full in to place, the shiny latex clinging to your skin every chance it gets. Eventually though you brute **** it into place with the pair of shorts outlining your cock, and it hugs tightly against your penis, and balls. The thing also looks great on your ass as it really shapes up your cheek, and just slightly rides up against your asshole. Because of its tightness it leaves little to the imagination rather even though it doesn’t show any sink. That is part of what you love about it, it’s gives they whole out a subtle, but also also risky vibe to it, with out showing off or even hinting to the goods.

Now feeling complete in your outfit you zip up your normal clothes into your school bag, and sling it over your shoulder. Exiting the changing rooms you then over to the rows of lockers. Looking at the tag on the key the lady in black latex gave you, you see it reads J-5. Looking for row J you walk along till you find, then you search for locker 5. Once you find it you use the key on the respective locker, and the locker unlocks. Taking your back pack off you place it inside the locker which has just enough room for it to fit with out being squished. After you shut the door, and re-lock it you head back up to the lady in white at the desk.

“Here the name is Doug thank you.” You say placing the key on the desk in front of the woman.

“Ah no problem, and are you alone, and do you wish to have this accessible to anyone else here to day?” The woman asks taking the key.

“I’m alone, and ummm only with verbal consent.” You say thinking about it for a second.

The locker system at the CupCake is actually a bit unique in it that the staff holds on to the key to your stuff, yet you can give permission for them to give it to some one else in the event there’s a need that calls for that. Say if you are sharing a locker with some one you can give them the name of that person so they can access that locker with out you needing to be their. Or you like you just have, you can give verbal consent to some one you meet at the club taking the stuff from your locker.

Usually this happens when some one is in like dom or sub play with some one, and they want to continue with it outside the club. If that’s the case the sub might still be unable to retrieve their possessions themselves do to them being tied up or in hand cuffs or something. So instead of getting unbound, and stopping what ever play they were they can just tell the receptions they were giving some one permission to retrieve their stuff. Really it is quite a nifty system.

“Okay great then have a great time at the club you early bird!” The woman says with a friendly smile.

“I’m sure I will.” You smile back as you wave goodbye, and head back out to the hallway.

Looking over at the door that leads to the main room of the club you start to walking. Your heart starts to beat faster with ever step you take towards the door, as your excitement starts to build. What should you go to first, oh you just can make up your mind their are so many options. As well surely there must be a few other club goers at the club. You did see few cars at the parking lot after all so who knows, who you could end up meet? Finally as you reach the door at the end of the hallway you take a deep, and with two hands fling it open!