Nod, and let Steve take you into the back room.

You nod, and rise, and Steve grins, standing up with you. He takes the small of your back in one hand, and walks you to the curtains. The two of you push your way through. You pause once you’re inside, a little stunned at the scene. The room is painted black and lit by a couple of red lights in the ceiling. There are couches all around the outside walls, and in a couple of them, men are sucking other men off, on their knees in front of the couches while the guy they suck leans back. In the center of the room, you see a sling suspended from four chains anchored into the ceiling. Off near the back of the room, the wooden stocks with a raised platform in front of it stands.

Many heads turn as you walk into the room. You spot the guy in the wifebeater and his friends - the guy in the wifebeater shirt is sitting on the closest couch, his dick out, legs spread. Beside him, one of his friends, a greasy looking guy with a black goatee is standing against the wall, watching some of the other men in the room and rubbing his crotch through his jeans. On another couch, a guy with tattoos all the way up his arms is getting a blow-job from a guy in an army camo shirt that has the word PIG written on it.

The place is absolutely charged with sexual energy, and smells like sweat and spunk.

"I was hoping I'd get you in here," Steve's voice is deep and amused, and one of his hands slides across your stomach and moves down, giving your crotch a light squeeze. You're hard from watching the men in the room and the anticipation of being in the butch man's hands. His trim beard is rough against your ear, and he presses against you, his hard dick obvious against the small of your back.

You let out a little moan, unable to help yourself. Steve's hands continue to grope you, one squeezing your crotch, the other rubbing across your chest and then rising to your face. He slides two fingers into your mouth, and you suck them.

"Looks like Steve got himself a horny little boy, didn't he?"

You moan around his fingers.

Steve turns your head to the side and kisses you, his tongue filling your mouth and his beard rough against your chin. He growls into your mouth, and breaks the kiss.

"Boy, you're about to get mauled by this bear."