You sit down at a table

As you enter the bar, you are assaulted by a mix of club music, the smell of leather, latex, beer sweat and sex all at once. It only serves to make you hornier, but with no relief. Scott sits at a booth, and Tony jumps up into it with him, giving you a fine view of his rock-hard cock, while Scott goes to get beer. You have so many questions. What is going on? What’s gonna happen? Why do you enjoy this so much?

You take a look around the club and glean a lot of information. The servers are subs, wearing nothing but leather chaps, chastity cages and combat boots. The doms of the bar seem to be the bartenders and the occasional wandering patron, wearing vests, leather police uniforms, or anything else. You see next to the bar is another leash, tied off to the bar railing, with another man in a similar outfit to yours. You can’t discern much about him from this distance, however.

Scott comes back with a bottle of beer and three doggy bowls full of beer. Tony and Mark lap theirs up while you have to suck it through the ring gag. It actually helps calm your nerves and Scott checks on all three of you, especially you, as this is your first night out. It feels…exhilarating. You are both frightened and excited by the prospect of meeting someone you know like this.

You get a sharp tug on your leash. “Ok, pup. Your first task is to clean my boots with only your tongue. Get to work. You think of slipping away but Mark is right behind you, forcing you to comply.