The following story is based on a real life experience. Although it isn't mentioned explicitly, we used condoms and encourage you to do the same.
The bar had a large playroom which was situated downstairs and many men were cruising there that night. A tall guy immediately attracted my attention, not only because of his looks, but also because of some bondage equipment that he was carrying at his belt. It turned out, however, that I wasn't the victim of his choice. After a while he had captured another guy and led him cuffed and collared to the only corner where there was some light. Perhaps, he wanted to put his victim on display, but the main reason was that he needed some light to apply his bondage gear properly. His victim was rather young and good looking, and a born bottom. He surrendered more than willingly. Before he was attached to a hook on the wall, he took of his t-shirt and his lean, but well defined body attracted some attention. His master blindfolded him and began to play with his nipples which made the younger guy gasp...
Some bystanders had gathered around in order to watch the scene. Most of them, including myself, were leaning against a neighboring wall in the darker part of the room. Since it was very dark there, I couldn't see who was standing next to me, but I had a good view on what was going on in the corner. By now, the master had taken out the younger guys stiff prick and balls and put a leather thong around them.
At that moment the man next to me touched my arm with his. The skin contact felt just a little too intentional than a chance encounter. I shifted a bit into my neighbor's direction and there he touched my arm again. We stayed in contact for a while, watching the master applying tit clamps on his victim. After a couple of minutes, my neighbor started rubbing his arm along mine and touch my hand. I smiled into his direction and since my eyes had got used to the darkness I could see the outline of a rather handsome guy, not very tall but slightly taller than myself. In his t-shirt he had a very defined body which I longed to touch already, but a whimpering sound from the now naked guy with the tit clamps distracted me from my neighbor who drew nearer. He began to touch and feel my body and I started to do the same with him. After another minute or so, he found my right nipple and started to play with it through the fabric of my t-shirt. I really started to enjoy the scene. Both his hands were on my body now and he made me move in front of him. His way of handling me didn't leave a doubt that he was in charge. We were both looking at the bondage scene in front of us with me leaning in the strong arms of the man behind me. He touched me everywhere, and when he brushed along my crotch he could feel my still covered hard-on, as I felt his at my back.
"Gimme your shirt, boy!", he whispered into my ear and I complied immediately just to show him my obedience. He took his off too and me in his arms again. The skin-to-skin contact was fantastic and the touch of his hands added to my arousal.
The scene in front of us continued: The bondage master had connected his victim's nipples to the leather thong with a small chain, so that the younger guy had to bow slightly forward in order to avoid too much tension between his nipples and his cock. When his master slapped him on the ass, he involuntarily moved, which visibly caused him some pain, probably not even much, but it looked painful enough.
"My boy seems to like what he sees!" was the reaction of the man behind me while his hand rested on the front of my jeans.
"Yes sir!", was my immediate reply. It was clear by now that I wanted to submit to my own new-found Master. In order to bring my message home, I added: "And the boy likes what he feels, sir!"
"That's a good boy!"
Although the crowd was watching the scene in the corner, I felt a bit uneasy when my Master began to fumble with the fly of my jeans. The place had become crowded and I had the impression that somebody was crouching at my feet. My jeans was open now and my Master's hand inside. He played with my cock for a while, pressing his crotch against my ass.
The other master turned his attention to his boy's nipples again. He took off one clamp after the other and was rubbing both nipples and nibbling at them. His boy was whimpering. At the same time my Master pinched my nipples, thus making me feel how the other bottom may have felt, perhaps only less intensely. He then put both hands back in my jeans, one in front, freeing my cock from under its cover, and one in the back. Fortunately, I didn't wear underwear so that my body was very accessible in my jeans.
"Spread your legs and open for your Master, boy!"
He found my ass crack with his finger and began to explore it, while the other master started inserting a dildo into his slave's hole. Fortunately, my hole was only attacked by my Master's finger, but the feeling was tremendous... I began to purr like a cat which made my Master chuckle and attracted some attention by the people around us. After a while my Master withdrew his finger from my hole and held it in front of my mouth. I opened my mouth reluctantly, because I shuddered at the idea of licking a finger that had just been up my ass, but of course I had to show my commitment to my new Master and my eagerness to serve him.
By now, I was sure that there was somebody crouching in front of us, as a hand coming from below tried to reach for my cock. I could avoid it and was quite happy that my Master didn't want to share me either. He pushed me away from the crowd which meant that we couldn't watch very well what happened at the other side of the room, but of course, I had no say in that...
When we had reached the far corner of the room, I had to loose my jeans which my Master pushed to my ankles. As it becomes a slave, I was naked before my Master; and just like the slave on the other side of the room, I spread my legs in order to give my Master full access to the more private parts of my body. He touched and manhandled me, in order to examine his loot.
By now it was rather difficult for me to watch the scene at the other side of the room, since I had to concentrate on serving my Master. The last thing I saw was that the other slave started to give his master a blow job. At the same time my Master made me kneel before him, opened the fly of his jeans and I knew that I had to follow my slave-brother's example: I kissed the tip of my Master's prick and started to lick it. After a while my Master shoved his meat into my mouth and began to fuck it.
Even if I couldn't watch what the bondage master did to his slave, I was quite sure what was going on over there when my Master withdrew from my mouth and turned his attention to my other fuck hole. He fucked me with two and then three fingers, withdrew them and replaced them with his cock. His forceful penetration made me moan, echoing the groans from the other side of the room. My groans attracted some attention, because I realized some people moving towards us. Again a hand reached for my prick and this time I couldn't escape. More hands began to touch my helpless body while the moaning and groaning from the other side of the room got loader. My Master increased his pace and I felt his dick growing inside me. At the same time, somebody began to give me a blow job. Soon my Master would unload his semen and so would I.
I heard more groaning from the other side of the room. It seemed that the whole room was on the fringe of orgasm. Then it happened: With a deep thrust my Master shoved his dick into me and as I felt his dick unload, I shot my own load spurt after spurt, rhythmed by the orgasmic moans from the other side. My Master kept me impaled on his dick for another couple of minutes, then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. While he held me in his arms, we watched the other master freeing his slave from his bondage. He slapped his slave on his naked ass and left.
This is the whole story as far as the non-fiction part is concerned. Thanks for reading! If you send me some interesting suggestions, I will try and write a fictional sequel. Please, write to lionel AT gaylook.com. You can also contact me on gayromeo.com under the nick: lionel-bln.