Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2020 20:53:40 +0000 From: Scott W Subject: Gay Bar Dancer part 6 Gay Bar Dancer part 6 I was way too horny and Rick knew it. "Come down here slut," Rick Commanded and I obeyed not thinking of what the consequences would be. I took him in my mouth and rubbed his shaft with my hand as I swallowed deeper and deeper. Damm I was hooked and Rick knew it. As I made love to Rick's cock with my mouth I teased him too. Alternating between sucking down his thick hard shaft I then ran my tongue up and down the shaft while I looked up I to his eyes like the dutiful bitch boy I had become. I then sucked on his balls while I massaged his shaft. Sensing he was close I took him in my mouth the final time as my mouth did its magic. I could feel his cock pulsating quicker and I knew my reward we at hand. Rick grunted and I felt streams of hot cum slave into the back of my mouth. I wanted him to know I was something special so I stayed with it gathering up a thick mouthful of cum in the process. As he pulled out of my mouth I looked up at him with my mouth open to show him my prize. "Swallow it boy," he commanded and I replied with a couple quick gulps before returning to his cock to clean him off. By spending my time in his lap I had no idea where he had driven but as o looked up to see us pull into a long driveway to a showplace mansion I realized we had arrived. "Come in boy," he said and now I realized that i was still in my g-string and seeing all the cars there I suddenly realized I wasn't in Oz any longer. Walking into his house I was struck by the fact that everyone was fully dressed drinking and eating, a mix of men and women. I suddenly felt very awkward and very vulnerable standing there in my green g-string. "What have you brought with you Rick, another boy slut?" A woman joked. "Bring him here I want to see him," she added. A few of her companions both men and women laughed and someone added "yeah bring him here." I felt like there eyes just looked right through me like I was just an object and I suppose I was right about that. Rick was in the spirit of the fun, "here boy, drink this it will loosen you up," as he handed my a pink drink with a straw sticking out in the shape of a cock. Rick pulled me over to the small group by my g-string and whispered in my ear, "there is $500 for you if you make me proud tonight boy," and I smiled inwardly as I sipped on the drink through the straw shaped like a cock. "Look at this, the little bitch has g-string tan likes just like a woman," as she pulled my g-string down to show everyone. She looked into my eyes and stuck her finger in my mouth as she whispered in my ear, "I can wait to see your show bitch." Fuck I thought to myself, what have I gotten myself into. As if he heard my thought Rick scooped me away again pulling on my g-string like I was some kind of pet. "Here have another drink," Rick said as he led me into another room. Not wanting to disappoint him, I quickly gulped it down. It was a darkened room which was down a hall, a library with dark mahogany wood and dark brown leather furniture. Seated on the couch were a couple of burly grey haired men smoking cigars. "Come here bitch, let me see you closer." As if pulled my magic I felt myself melt into his lap as he pushed my face down to his black leather book. "Lick it bitch and do it well you slut," he commanded. Thinking of how bad I wanted the $500 I complied feeling the other man stick his finger in my hole as he teased me. Suddenly the room started getting dark and I struggled to keep my eyes open. Shit what did I drink I thought right before everything went black. I'm not sure how long I was out but when I awoke I was contorted into a sling with my legs and arm fastened so all of could do is watch in horror as a mixed crowd of men and women were gathered around to watch the line of men waiting to fuck me .... To be continued ... If you enjoy reading these stories, please consider making a donation to Nifty.org. If you like this story or would like to discuss future plot lines you may write me at scottx70@live.com