Woops! All southerners.

Chad was met with a rather uneventful trip home, well that is until he decided to take a detour to a local pub. His holster had started to flow with the pleasurable energy the second he walked into the place. Then the strangest thing occurred- everyone had paused to watch him enter. As if it was an old timey western film.

Ignoring the weird start Chad found himself having a rather enjoyable experience. For one, people were actually talking to him. Like this one dude, Justin. He wore a cowboy hat and chaps, only making Chad question just what kind of place this was. "You got another gift." Chad looked up confused, grabbing the drink with a confused grin.

He looked around to spot a guy watching him with a smirk. "Dang boy. That's like the fifth one." Chad looked back at Justin who was now looking rather peeved. "Yer lucky I am so generous." Confused Chad watched as he fished out a hundred dollar bill. "Take it." Chad stared at the money, confused.

"Uhh. Justin you do realize that taking my tab was generous enough." Justin huffed and pushed the money in front of Chad. Chad could barely think as he stared, his buzzing leg holster enough to confuse him.

"Don' you worry 'bout it. Although I hope you can help me out with an issue." Chad immediately looked down to Justin's groin, only to realize that wasn't what he meant. Chad felt himself blush as he looked away. "Heh, ya got the spirit. Only it isn't me you will be pleasurin'." Chad looked back at Justin, "You'll instead be helping my boys over there."

Chad followed his finger to see a group by the end table, their cowboy appearances loud and proud. Chads eyes locked onto one of the guys chaps, the groin revealing skin. The man was freeballing. In chaps. "You understand the assignment?" Chad meekly nodded, his dick hardening in his pants. For some reason it felt tighter than usual. "Go get 'em. And one more thing-" Chad watched as Justin smirked, groping his crotch, "I own the place so no need to hide the show."