I had been to gay bars before but I had never been to real leather bar. I was in town visiting relatives for a few days. I told them I was leaving early to do some sightseeing. I had found out about this leather bar a guy I knew back home. I was determined to find some non- vanilla sex. At the time I was 23, 5'10, 160, light brown hair, blue eyes. I parked my car a few miles from the bar and took public transit. I got off the bus close to where the address for the bar was. I was wearing worn jeans, a t-shirt, and brown leather boat shoes. I went without underwear, but I did have a metal cock ring on.
I walked right past the bar at first. It was dark and there was no sign identifying the bar. As I strolled past it again I heard music coming behind a large wooden door. The address was above the door and not very well lit. I walked up to the door and nervously opened it. When I got inside my eyes were not adjusted to the lack of lights. A very muscular, bearded bouncer greeted me at the second door. He stared at me for what seemed like ever. He then told me that the cover was five dollars. I reached into my pocket and handed to him. He smirked at me and opened the door. I stood there for a while gazing in. The inside was lit a little better then the entry way was. I saw some neon signs illuminating the bar. The bouncer then leaned over in my face and said "in or out boy!" I moved in. A few guys near the door saw the scene and smirked at me as well.
Most leather bars have a strange layout. This one was really strange. There were two bars. One to the left another to right. In the middle was a stairway going upstairs. Two leather slings hung on each side of the stairway. One sling was empty, the other had a guy about my age, naked, with his legs spread open sitting in the sling. There was series of unorganized tables and chairs scattered on the floor in front of the bars. It was early but there was several guys who were clearly tops and several guys who were clearly bottoms hanging around. One pair struck me immediately. The "top" was standing at a table talking to another top drinking a beer. He was late thirties with a little grey on his temples. On the floor next to him was a "bottom." He was in his early twenties. He sat crossed legged on the floor wearing only a pair of g-string underpants. As I looked closer I noticed he had no body hair.
I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. I then made my way up the stairs to view that area. There were several walled off areas furnished with couches, leather slings, chairs, and other items. I only quickly viewed the area and moved back downstairs. I felt men staring at me as I made my way through the bar again. I finished the beer and felt the need to pee. I made my way to the bathroom. It was big. It had a few urinals, two toilets, a leather sling, and a bathtub. There were no walls between any of the items. I pissed and left quickly. I ordered a second beer and sat down at the bar.
I nursed the beer and within a hour the place began to fill up. I watched as guys cruised each other. Suddenly a guy leaned over behind me and said "top or bottom?" He startled me. I stammered that I was a bottom. He was 6'0, 180, brown hair, brown eyes. He wore jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. He asked "why are you taking a mans seat boy?" I then noticed that all the seats at the bar were taken. I got up and offered it to the man I just met. He smirked at me, patted me on the head, and said "good boy." He then sat down. He then started to ask me questions.
"Ever come here before boy?"
"No"
"No what?" he then grabbed my dick through my pants.
"No sir!" I said.
"What are you looking for boy?"
"A real man sir."
"You found one boy." he smiled and released my cock.
We chatted for a while and he seemed to know what pushed my buttons. He explained he came to town a few times and year and always stopped here. He said he really liked the atmosphere. I agreed. He then looked around the room then back at me. He said "Do you want to be my boy for the night?" I smiled, blushed and said "yes." He then said "well boy you are embarrassing me."
"How?"
"Other boys have stripped down to there underwear. Why haven't you?"
"I-I don't have any underwear on."
"So?" I realized then he didn't care if I was naked.
"I-I have nowhere to put my clothes." I was stalling.
"The bartender will take them. You won't need them. Now get them off!"
I don't know why but I did as he demanded. I needed to follow his orders. I kicked off my shoes. The floor was cold. I pulled off my t- shirt. I reached for my pants zipper but stopped. I noticed a few guys were watching me. My new master said "Well?"
"Please sir don't make me be naked in the bar like this." He then slapped me. What had I gotten myself into? I breathed deep and pulled down my pants. Surprisingly my dick popped up half hard. I heard men in crowd making comments and laughing. My master grabbed my cock and found the cock ring. He pulled me close to him a whispered in my ear "how do you feel now boy?" I was having second thoughts and figured if I put my clothes back on I could just leave. I looked down but my clothes were gone. My master asked "looking for something?" I knew I was to far in to back out now. He then pulled me away from the bar and announced to the crowd "Men I have a new pussy boy tonight!" I tried to cover my dick but he slapped my hands away.
He then told me to stay put and he walked over to the bartender. As he spoke to him the bartender looked over at me and nodded. He then handed my master something. My master then came over to me and told me he had run up a tab his last trip into town and that I was going to help pay it. He then handed me a pen and paper and told me to take drink orders from the crowd. I had no choice. I walked from table to table and took orders. The bartender not only took the payments from the drinks but my tips as well. He told me that until my masters bill was paid I would never see my clothes. I realized I would have to do more to get better tips.
One of the men grabbed me after I brought him his drink. I looked at my master and he just smiled. The man pushed me to the floor and pulled his fat dick out. He pushed it in my face and I began to suck it. It pulsed in my mouth as began to suck. My master leaned down and said to me "don't embarrass me." I sucked harder. I looked around and noticed other guys had pulled their dicks out. Here I was kneeling naked on the floor of a leather bar sucking cocks to pay off my new masters bar tab. The first man arched his back, grabbed my head and squirted his cum in my mouth. I then proceeded to suck off ten more guys. I was a slut for my master.
When I finished sucking off the last guy my master grabbed me and dragged me to the bathroom. He sat me in the sling between the two urinals. He then pulled his dick out. It was the first time I saw it. It was beautiful. He then pointed it at me and began pissing. It hit my cock first. Then he moved upward towards my mouth. I knew I had to open. The piss hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed. For the next half hour I was a human urinal. My master then yelled into the bathroom for me to come out.
I came out and my master told me to get up on a table in the middle of the bar. It was a big long table. I did. He pulled his pants off. He told me to get on all fours on the table. I did. I saw his cock was hard and huge. It was 8-1/2 inches long. I knew what he was going to do. I begged him not to. He slapped my ass and told me to shut up. He put the tip of his big cock against my ass. He then told me I had to beg to get fucked. I did. He pushed his dick into my ass and began fucking me. I had given eleven blow jobs, was wet with piss, and was now being fucked on a table in the middle of this bar. As he was fucking me I grew harder and harder. As I felt him cuming up my ass I let loose with a mind-bending orgasm. I squirted all over the table. My master made me lick it up.
I then was taken upstairs by my master and the bartender. I was fucked several times. Gave more blow jobs and served as a urinal again. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life so far. Early the following morning the bartender gave me my clothes. He told me my masters bill had almost been paid off but I could earn the rest the next time. I can't wait.