Date: Sun, 27 Sep 2009 07:48:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jim Cooke <jsub49@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stopped Off For a Drink Chapter 1

A story of bondage and discovery

I put in a long day and as I turned off my desktop I decided that I opened
up the watering holes application on my ipod to check out this week's bar.
I was using the random selection utility.  The idea was for the ipod to
suggest a bar that was within a reasonable distance from my route home.  I
usually stop off on friday night and have a drink a bar snack then I hit
the hay for a couple of hours take a shower and dress to go out.  I had
only lived in the city for a couple of months and this technique was
introducing me to the nightlife of the city.  I clicked the suggestion and
had the ipod route me to it from the parking lot.  In a few minutes i was
there, the car parked.  i decided to leave my wallet, just take my id and a
money clip inside. The bar was located in one of the rougher neighborhoods
and was housed in a very old multi-story building.  I locked the car door
using the remote as i crossed the street.  The door was locked and there
was a sign on the door that had the logo of the bar and its name.  I
knocked and a selenoid opened the door from inside. As I stepped inside I
encountered two rough looking men who looked like they spent most of their
adult lives lifting weights.  They asked for my ID and a 20 dollar cover
charge!.  I was thinking that this was a bit steep but after all, i was
exploring and i didn't have to come back if i didn't like it. Then one of
them told me that there was a no weapons policy and that i had to submit to
a pat down.  Well with security being what it is now days this didn't seem
to be too unreasonable although i wondered how this would go if i had been
a woman.  They had me place my feet in two painted spots and lean against a
wall.  One of the men then patted me down for weapons.  His hands went all
over me, causing my cock to stir a bit, i was hoping that its hardness
didn't show too much through my dress pants since i was wearing boxers and
my cock has already climbed out of them due to his hands.  He lightly
cupped my balls and his other hand ran down my flank and across my butt. He
finished by running his hands from my knees to my crotch and announced that
i was "ok" whatever that meant.  i then ventured towards a lighted area.
There was a bar to the right and a mini shop to the left.  I was there to
try out the bar so i went to the right.  The bar area was in a sunken room,
it had dark corners and the bar itself was lit up with simulated torches in
kind of an ancient spanish decor.  There were several men seated at a table
in one of the dark corners and some more at tables and booths around the
room.  Two guys that looked like construction workers were seated at the
bar with three empty seats between them.  I noticed that there were no
women in the bar but that was not odd as this seemed to be a working class
place where men dropped off to have a beer on the way home.  I sat down at
the bar and asked for an imported beer.  The bartender offered five
different labels of domestic beer in bottles and three on tap.  I selected
a light beer on tap and asked for some chips or gold fish.  He poured the
beer and as I started to drink it i noticed that i was the only guy in the
place wearing office clothes.  The guy on my right introduced himself with
his first name and commented that i must be new to this bar.  We started a
conversation and in a few minutes i noticed that a number of guys had moved
to the bar and were standing behind me and my two companions.  I finished
the beer and was about to ask for the bill when the bartender presented
another one, apparently one of the guys had bought it for me. The bartender
pointed him out and I thanked him for it.  He moved even closer, now making
me a bit uncomfortable. We started discussing various things like
motorcycles and TV shows as i sipped my second beer.  It was then that i
started feeling a bit woozy...like i was drunk but i had only had two beers
at this point....i reached over for a handful of fish and nearly fell off
my barstool.  The bartender then said something about getting me out of
there and a couple of the guys propped me up under my armpits and helped me
out a side door to a van that was out there.  I was too hammered to totally
understand what was happening but i felt one of them reach into my pocket
and pull out my money clip and saw him throw it to the bartender as i was
manhandled to the side door.  The van had a side door and they led me
through that.  Another two guys were waiting there and they told me to
relax as they laid me down on a cushion in the cargo area of the van.  As i
passed out i recall them pulling my pants and shirt off and a sharp
metallic click of cuffs on my wrists, my legs pulled apart and secured to
something that would not allow me to curl them or bring them together.
Then darkness......