The booth

You both stand up, and follow Adam to a room behind the bar. Apparently this is the changing room for all the boys working, though most haven’t arrived yet. This leaves just you and Adam in here, as he goes to a locker in the corner. “This will be your locker. Whatever station you have that night, the appropriate outfit will be inside. Since this is your first time with it, and it can be a bit confusing, I’m here to help. Now strip fully so we can start.”

You start stripping, feeling slightly uncomfortable as you get down to your underwear. “All the way boy” he firmly orders. You sigh, not liking being called boy or striping all the way, but you are already here so you obey. He smiles at your slightly hardened cock and comments “not bad...” making you even more uncomfortable. Laughing as you squirm slightly under his gaze, he hands you some odd items stating “since you’ll be in the deep end, you really won’t need much.”

What he has handed you is simply thick leather ankle and wrist cuffs, extra padded with large silver loops as well as smaller locking loops. You figured that you would have to dress risqué, and a little fetish never hurt anyone, plus there had to be more to the outfit than this. Once you get all four cuffs on, Adam gets close to add small padlocks to them all. For some reason him being this close to your naked form only turns you on more... damn what is happening?!

He smiles as he finishes locking them, standing close behind you and gently touching your shoulder. You quiver under his touch on your cold skin before asks if you are ready for the rest of your outfit. All you can do is nod as he laughs and says it will be at your station. This slightly knocks you out of your fog, you have to walk across the bar to whatever station wearing only ankle and wrist cuffs? You start to ask if he is kidding, but he places his strong hand on the back of your neck and begins forcefully guiding you. This lack of control and embarrassment as you enter the bar that is slowly filling with employees knocks you right back into your fog, where life is good and all you have to do is follow the handsome mans directions. You notice some of the other employees are mostly naked, though none as much as you. One of the boys is bound on all fours on a leash in a corner, and another is currently being bound to a St. Andrew’s Cross in another corner.

Adam leads you across the bar to a large side room. It seems this is a lounge of sorts, with a smaller bar and multiple couches and small tables. In the middle is a strange wooden furniture piece, that looks like an open stockade with a short bench attached. He lays you on the bench on your back with your head hanging over the stockade bottom rung. The bench is so short your entire lower body has no support, but that is soon rectified. The stocks are closed down, so your hands and head are fully trapped, as he brings rope down and ties them to your ankles, supporting them high but keeping your legs spread very far apart. He finally walks over to your nervous head and says “this will be your station for the night incase you couldn’t figure it out. You’ll be let out at the end of the night and given all your tips.”

You realize fully now what this all means. You are nothing but a glorified gloryhole in a soon to be packed bar... and used by how many unknown strangers. Before you can object though, Adam grabs your face lightly to sush you, and in the process slip over your head a heavy rubber hood. The hood conceals your identity while the built in large ring gag keeps your mouth forcibly opened and drooling. You try to grumble a plea through gag, but Adam doesn’t listen as his hand reaches down to your surprisingly hardened cock. His touch elicits a very different type of whimper from you, as it takes very little action from him to bring you into a horned up haze of need. He stops moving his hand, and in a **** need you start to grind against his still hold, hoping to get release. Just as you are oh so close to cuming, he pulls his hand fully away, laughing and wishing you good luck as he walks away.

You are left horny, bound, face concealed, gagged and drooling, looking at the man who did this walk away as the bar officially opens.