Once

You know you shouldn't. It's gay, it's perverted, it's disgusting, it's...

Hot! And you want some! You nod once enthusiastically.

Mr. Blair smiles. "Good," he says, as he leans across the table and takes the spit-soaked ball gag out of your mouth. As he does, he glances down at your crotch--and your growing boner. "Ready to get started, are you?"

"Oh, yes," you say hornily.

"Bruce...?" Mr. Blair says, and the muscular man walks up behind you. He scoops you up again, but this time you don't feel scared.

The man carries you out of the room, back into the sex-scented din. You prepare yourself for what's to come, but then Bruce says, "Where do you wanna start, kid?"

"What?" you respond, looking up at his muscular face.

"Where do you want do start? You can go down to the glory holes. You can work the pole if you think you have the skill. Or you can head straight down to the 'dance' floor."