Hufrat Alraqiq - The Slave Pit

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

The practices and themes depicted in this story, in no way reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices. If you chose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Please consult with a health professional.

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Thanks.

Again, during these trying times what is a boy to do? So, I’m offering up a new story for you to wile away the hours in self-isolation that has been forced onto us all. For those of us who work in essential services, try to keep yourselves safe.

Bastian

Two Old Class Mates Find Each Other

Terry was hanging out at the site of the City Square, which at the moment resembled an abandoned building site. As it is currently in the middle of being revamped, yet again, consequently, while they were waiting for the refurbishment to begin, it had been taken over by the homeless and the down and outs. Who spent their days begging for money, sleeping in the crowd, and just hanging out with each other, safety in numbers and all that. Terry was nineteen, but because of his height and slight build, he looked like he was twelve, and because he was homeless, all of his ‘mates’ tried to talk him into prostitution, they all reckoned that he’d make a fortune. But Terry couldn’t think of anything worse than having some fat old guy trying to fuck him up the arse, and Terry didn’t want to have to fuck them up the arse either, it just wasn’t his thing. Terry wouldn’t even suck them off, nor sit and masturbate in front of them, the very idea of it made his flesh crawl. Sure, Terry was homeless because his mother kicked him out of the house five years ago, and because he no longer had a home, Terry took that as license not to attend school anymore, and he’s been living on the streets ever since.

A lot of the homeless, Terry had encountered, as he found out were very territorial, and some tried to force themselves on him, but Terry had always managed to get away somehow. Terry’d had a hard life; his mother was an alcoholic and a drug addict, who didn’t care for Terry at all, some of her boyfriends took a ‘liking’ to him, and he’d learned to fight them off at a young age. If it hadn’t been for the breakfast club at his school, Terry would have starved to death a long time ago. When he was kicked out of home, Terry discovered where and when the soup kitchens turned up in his, and the surrounding suburbs and Terry always made sure that he visited all of them at least once a week. This was the only way Terry could get food, as he was too timid to steal food from anywhere. When Terry was kicked out of home for the final time, he found a dropbox and took to sleeping in there, even in the middle of winter it wasn’t too bad, as there were enough clothes and stuff for him to bury himself down into.

So, this became Terry’s new life, hanging out with the other homeless during the day, visiting his various Soup Kitchens at night, and sleeping in his dropbox at night. It certainly wasn’t a perfect life; not like he could see when he looked through other people’s windows and would stand by the hour just watching them interact with each other. Eating meals together, helping each other, and Terry knew he’d never have a life like that, but his life was good enough for him.

One day, in the middle of summer, Terry was sitting around with his ‘friends’, when he heard someone call his name. Terry knowing that there were a lot of people in the world with the same name, didn’t respond, Terry didn’t even look in the direction of the voice. All homeless people learn the art of invisibility; if they don’t look at people passing by, then the passers-by don’t see them. That was until a shadow fell on him, Terry looked up fully expecting to tell the person to move when the person said his name again. Terry looked up at the young man standing in front of him, but Terry didn’t recognise the young man standing in front of him in the suit, and so Terry just stared at the young man blankly.

“Terry, it’s me, Roman. We went to school together, don’t you remember?” Terry continued to look up at the young man standing in front of him, trying to remember any of the people he went to school with, let alone one particular student. “Come on,” Roman said, “I’ll take you for lunch, and we can talk.”

Putting aside the fact that Terry really didn’t remember who the guy was, the offer of lunch was enough to galvanise Terry into action, and he stood up, “where do you want to go?” Terry asked with more than a little trepidation in his voice. “Um, I’m not really dressed for the Ritz.”

“No, sweat,” Roman replied as he began to walk off, and Terry just moved off with him, “we’ll find an outdoor café on Swanston St, somewhere.” True to his word Roman stopped at a café table, and both young men sat down and waited for a waiter to appear. While they waited, they talked about what they had done since Secondary College, well, that is Roman, spoke about what he’d been doing since he’d left Secondary College, and Terry just sort of nodded along. Terry really wasn’t too interested in what Roman had done since Secondary College, but he was paying, well said he was paying, and Terry could do with a good meal if nothing else.

While they were eating, Roman informed Terry that since he’d left school, he and a couple of mates had set up a night club in Williams St here in the City, and Roman didn’t mind informing Terry just how successful their little venture is. Roman prattled on about how he went to Ibiza when he was sixteen, and he loved it, the gratuitous nudity, the ‘anything can go’ attitude, so he got together with a few mates, and they started the night club. Roman prattled on about the exclusive clientele, the money they were making, and on and on and on he went. Until, out of the blue, seemingly, Roman asked about Terry. Terry was momentarily caught off guard, and normally he didn’t like talking about his past or his present for that matter, but Roman was an ‘old school friend’ so Terry told Roman about his life at home, and how he was kicked out of the house, dropped out of school, and now lives on the street.

Roman seemed to be very excited when Terry mentioned living on the street at such a young age and wanted to know if Terry worked as a prostitute or an escort, and did he have sex a lot? Were any of his clients violent, has he ever been raped, how many clients did he see in a night, and how much money was he making. Terry looked at Roman aghast and quickly informed him that no he was not a prostitute, no he has never been forced to have sex, no he didn’t have any money. But, not meaning to, Terry told Roman that he sleeps in a dropbox, but Terry refused to tell Roman where the dropbox was, even though Roman pelted him with a barrage of questions about it.

Eventually, Roman looked at his watch, “shit, mate, I didn’t realise it was so late! I’m sorry I have to run, look it’s been nice to catch up with you,” Roman continued as he caught the waiter’s eye and signalled for the check. “We have to do this again sometime,” Roman continued, as he paid the bill. Terry agreed that it had been nice, and now that Roman knows where he hangs out, he should come back and visit. “Hey, I’ve just had a brilliant idea,” Roman continued, “why don’t you come to the club with me tonight?” Roman said with a look of expectation on his face.

“Um, well, I’m not really into the ‘night club scene’, and besides I literally have nothing to wear,” Terry countered.

“Oh, wait a minute,” Roman shot back brightly, “why don’t you come back to my place, I am sure I can scrounge something up for you to wear,” and ignoring all of Terry’s protests, Roman ploughed on, “I’m sure I have some of my older ‘smaller’ clothes that should fit you. Then without waiting to hear any more protests, Roman grabbed Terry by the arm and dragged him out his chair. Terry, not having anything else better to do, allowed himself to be dragged out of his chair and he walked with Roman to his apartment in Collins St. Terry felt keenly just how underdressed he was in his jeans that had more holes than denim, and his oversized T-shirt, and runners that were being held together by masking tape. As they walked past the door-man and seeing the man wrinkle his nose, Terry was acutely aware of just how much he smelt as well. Don’t get me wrong, Terry used the ‘Travelers Aid’ showers at the main City train stations every time he had the money, but that wasn’t all the time, and still, Terry continued to think that this was a very bad idea. But, now that they were in the lift there wasn’t a lot Terry could do about it now, he figured he stay for a bit, and then when Roman had nothing that would fit, he’d fain disappointment and take his leave.

“Well, here we are, mate, home sweet home, what do you think?” Roman said, when they got out of the lift, Roman stood on the spot, as he spun around to look at Terry and threw his arms wide to try and encompass his whole apartment, which took up the entire floor.

Terry didn’t know what to think, and all he could say was “wow!”

“I know,” Roman said with almost boyish glee, “it’s fuckin’ huge, isn’t it, even if I do say so myself. Come on,” Roman continued as he began to strip, “Oh, I hope you don’t mind,” Roman continued as he dropped his pants to the floor after first shucking out of his jacket and shirt. “As I said, I am in a terrible hurry.” Terry just looked at his former fellow student; Terry tried to keep his face blank as he drank in the sight of Roman. Even standing there clad only in his briefs and with his trousers pooled around his feet, Roman was a very fine figure of a man in the bloom of his youth. Roman’s body was exquisitely sculptured, from his well-formed rounded shoulders, the eyes just had to travel down to his very well sculptured chest. He’s very rounded pecs, his eight pack that tapered down to fit nicely between his hips, and not that Terry was gay, but the bulge in Roman’s brief was, well, Terry thought anyway, bordering on the obscene. Then when Roman, without waiting for a response for Terry, pushed his briefs to the ground and stepped out of them and his trousers after having first removed his shoes, allowing his cock and balls to hang freely between his very well sculptured legs. Roman absentmindedly pushed, pulled, poked, and prodded at his cock and balls.

“Um. No,” was all Terry could think to say as he took in the picture of perfectly sculptured man flesh in front of him. “Come on, then,” Roman continued as he spun on the spot, which caused Roman’s cock to fan-out from his body slightly, “hurry up and strip so that we can have a shower,” Roman continued as he walked away from Terry. Not knowing what else to do, Terry divested himself of his own clothes and trailed along behind, one of the most perfectly rounded arses, that looked incredibly firm to Terry. Not that Terry was in the habit of looking at other guy’s arses, but when it’s flung in his face like this, Terry felt he had no other choice.

When they got to Roman’s bedroom, Terry said, “I’ll, um, just wait here until you’re finished, and then I’ll jump in after you.” “Fuck that mate,” Roman retorted, “I’m running very late. Don’t worry; it is a huge shower; there is plenty of room for two. Oh,” Roman said after having what seemed to be a flash of insight, as to how Terry must be feeling right at that moment, “don’t worry it’ll just be like after P.E. when we were at school, and we all had to shower together, remember. Besides,” Roman continued, “I haven’t got anything that you haven’t seen before. I’m probably just a bit bigger than some,” Roman said as he trailed off as he looked meaningfully at Terry’s crotch.

Terry flashed red because he was thinking the same thing, only Terry was thinking Roman had goose eggs hanging in his low hanging sack, while Terry had, what he could only think of as walnuts. That is if he wanted to be kind to himself, and right now Terry was desperate to be kind to himself, and not being able to help himself, Terry was sure Roman’s cock had to be at least eight inches in length soft. Whereas his own little grub would be lucky if it was two inches soft, and Terry couldn’t help himself but continue to compare their two cocks, thinking that Roman’s would probably grow another couple of inches and add a good bit of girth to it as well. Whereas his own little boy cock didn’t get too much bigger either in length or girth.

“Come on, mate,” Roman said, as once again Roman grabbed Terry by the arm and pulled him along behind as they both entered the bathroom and the door closed behind them. All Terry could do was gawk at the size of the shower, let alone the size of the fuckin’ bathroom. The shower looked big enough to fit at least six people in it, and then some, while the bathroom looked to be about as big as Terry’s old house that he used to live in with his mum. Before he knew it, Terry was standing in the shower with Roman and Roman was turning on the water. Roman pointed out where all the soaps, shampoos, and conditioners were and told Terry to help himself, and then got busy himself and began to soap himself up. Terry grabbed some soap and began to soap himself up as well; he was still a bit embarrassed to start with, but as he got going, and as Roman seemed genuine in his showering, Terry began to relax and wash himself in earnest.

Terry had to admit that he was loving having a warm shower as it’d been over a week since his last shower, and Terry had almost forgotten he was sharing the shower with Roman. That was until he turned around, and suddenly felt Roman starting to rub his shoulders, and Terry nearly jumped out of his skin, “Hey, what the fuck, mate?” Terry said as he spun back around. “Hey, relax,” Roman countered, “I’m just washing your back, and then you can wash mine. As I said, I’m in a hurry, so turn back around and let me get on with it,” Roman finished sounding a bit exasperated. Seeing sense in what Roman was talking about, and feeling very foolish, Terry turned back around and allowed Roman to wash his back.

Roman started at Terry’s shoulders and made his way down Terry’s back; Terry was feeling embarrassed about his body, as due to his lifestyle, his body was very emancipated and still looked almost boyish. Especially when you took into account Terry’s height as Terry was small for his age anyway, he’d be lucky if he came up to Roman’s shoulder, and again Terry couldn’t help but compare their body types. Terry’s was very emancipated, while Roman’s was very buffed and brawny.

Suddenly, Terry was broken out of his reverie as he felt something trying to force its way between his arse cheeks, which made Terry yelp and jump away, “Now hang on a minute there buddy…” Terry began as he spun around to face Roman.

“What? Look where we are,” Roman began, “and this is what you object too? Come on,” Roman continued, “I really don’t have all day. If I’d wanted to fuck you, I could have done so the minute we walked out of the lift, right…” Roman continued. Terry feeling foolish, just nodded his head in agreement, “Right, now turn back around and bend over and spread ‘em!” Roman finished up, and Terry turned back around and bent over and presented Roman his arse to wash. Terry still couldn’t help flushing red, as he knew how long it was since he’d last had a shower, and knew that no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t get rid of every little bit of shit.

Consequently, Terry was sure that there would have been some shit still hanging on there. With that in mind, Terry wasn’t too surprised when he felt Roman washing his hole. But Terry thought Roman was taking cleanliness a bit far when he felt one of Roman’s fingers beginning to probe the opening of his hole and was just about to protest again when he felt Roman removing his finger. Terry sighed with relief, but almost jumped out of his skin again when he felt Roman tap him on the shoulder.

Terry turned around, and Roman told him it was his turn, so Terry began to wash Roman’s back, and as he did, he marvelled at the satiny smoothness of Roman’s skin, as much as the play of Roman’s muscles under his skin. Almost as if he read his mind Roman told Terry that he went to the gym every day, Roman informed Terry that there was a gym on the twenty-eighth floor. So, it was super easy for Roman to go there daily; besides, Roman continued he had to go seeing as how he owned it. By now Terry had got down to Roman’s lower back, and as Terry touched one of the globes of Roman’s arse, Roman just bent at the waist and Terry had a perfect view of Roman’s hole as it laid in the valley of Roman’s huge mounds of arse flesh. Roman reminded Terry to really get in and make sure his hole was all nice and clean as he wasn’t sure if he wasn’t going to get lucky tonight or not, and Roman didn’t mind telling Troy, that he got lucky most nights. So, somewhat reluctantly Terry soaped up a finger and gently washed the outside of Roman’s hole, suddenly, without knowing why or how Terry found his finger buried inside Roman’s butt hole up to his first knuckle. Terry wasn’t sure if he’d applied too much pressure or what had happened, and he was just about to apologise when Roman told Terry what a good job he was doing as he wanted to be nice and clean just in case.

This being the first time he’d ever had his finger up another guy’s butt, or anyone’s butt actually for that matter, Terry hadn’t even had a finger up his own butt before. Being encouraged by Roman’s encouragement, Terry shoved more of his finger deep inside Roman’s butt. But, instead of it feeling or being yucky, as Terry thought it might have been, Terry actually liked the silky smoothness of the interior of Roman’s hole. Terry nearly jumped when he began to feel Roman’s arse muscles seemingly milking his finger and trying to draw it further inside Roman’s arse. Terry forgot what he was doing for the moment, and all he could think about was how good his finger felt buried deep inside Roman’s arse hole. Not knowing why, or where the idea even came from, Terry inserted another finger inside Roman’s arse hole, and Terry thought it felt great to feel Roman’s arse muscles ‘suckling’ on both of his fingers. Before he could stop himself, a third finger had joined Terry’s previous two fingers up Roman’s hole, and while Terry was marvelling at how great his fingers felt inside Roman’s arse. Terry became aware of a sound bouncing off the walls of the shower recess, and it suddenly dawned on Terry that it was Roman’s moans of pleasure that he could hear. This spurred Terry on, and before he knew it, a fourth finger had joined the other three, and now, Terry could hear Roman vocalising his encouragement very loudly.

Terry kept moving his fingers inside Roman’s butt, and suddenly they encountered a seemingly solid mass, and Roman, who by this time had turned so that his hands were pressed up against the back tiled wall of the shower recess. Suddenly called out “Oh, fuck yeah! That’s right! Make me cum, please, Sir, I need to cum desperately” Roman begged raggedly. Terry not really knowing what he was doing, almost jumped out of his skin when Roman called out. Terry, who had his thumb circling the outside lips of Roman’s hole, at that precise moment so that when Terry jumped, it forced his thumb to join his other fingers inside Roman’s hole. Roman, deep in the throes of his rut, pushed himself back onto Terry’s fingers, and before Terry could stop it, his whole hand seemed to overcome Roman’s sphincter all on its own, in an instant and seemed to just disappear up inside Roman’s bowel. Terry thought it was the greatest experience of his life, while Roman kept fucking himself on Terry’s hand. All the while the muscles of Roman’s bowel continued to milk Terry’s hand, and Terry kept moving his hand backwards and forwards inside Roman’s arse, Terry didn’t realise it, but he was effectively fucking Roman with his hand.

Naturally, Roman climaxed, and as he shot ropes of hot stringy cum, that was washed instantly off the back wall of the shower recess. Terry shocked at what he’d done, pulled his hand out of Roman’s arse and was just beginning to apologise when Roman spun around and grabbed hold of Terry. With his hands on both sides of Terry’s face, Roman bent down and kissed Terry, forcing his tongue between Terry’s teeth, and being a kiss and forgetting just who it was that was giving it to him, Terry began to respond just as passionately. Roman eventually broke the kiss-off, and somewhat throatily said, “I usually insist on someone wining and dining me before I let them…”

Terry didn’t let Roman finished as he began to babble his apology, as he tried to assure his past classmate that he’d never done anything like that before. Roman leaned down and locked lips with Terry once again, effectively shutting Terry up while Roman’s tongue explored Terry’s mouth with a renewed sense of urgency. When Roman eventually broke the kiss-off, he stated, “fuck, mate, if I’d known that you were that good a top...”

“Now, hang on a minute, mate,” Terry started indignantly, “I certainly hope you don’t think I’m a fuckin’ poof, ‘cause I’m not,” Terry continued very hotly. “I don’t know how my fingers or my hand ended up your arse like that, but I’m certainly no poofter. I don’t mean any offence,” Terry began, “and I don’t care what you are…”

Terry was stopped in his tracks as Roman let out a big bark of a laugh, and smiling down at Terry Roman said, “I’m not a poof either, mate. I just like it when someone plays with my arse a bit as you can plainly see…” Terry looked down, and he could see Roman’s long fat cock waiving around in the air, “but I obviously needed it, even if we don’t really have the time. Thanks.” Roman finished up as he leant down and pecked Terry on the lips. “But now we are very fuckin’ later, come here,” Roman said as he grabbed Terry and pulled him closer and began to wash Terry’s hair vigorously. Terry protested that he could wash his own hair, as he broke free of Roman’s grip, and both boys finished up in the shower. They got out and got themselves dry, and as Roman walked naked into his bedroom, Terry reluctantly followed suit. Terry found Roman in what he thought would have to be the world’s largest wardrobe. Terry thought it, like the bathroom, was the size of a small house as well, and actually lost Roman in it a couple of times. When he finally caught up with him, Roman was busy pulling slacks and shirts out of the wardrobe. Throwing them at Terry and stating that he hoped Terry didn’t mind going commando this evening, as he didn’t think any of his underwear would fit him. Terry mumbled that that’d be fine. Roman went and got himself dressed.

When Roman returned, he had a pair of socks and some shoes in his hands and gave them to Terry to try on, which he did, and while the shoes were a bit too big for him, Terry thought they’d do. Roman was pleased and grabbed Terry by the lower arm, pulled him out of his closet and headed off towards the lift. While they were waiting for the lift, Terry looked around worriedly for his clothes, but couldn’t find them, and when he asked Roman about them, all Roman said was not to worry as the housekeeper was probably washing them. Terry was horrified, “you mean that there was someone else here while I…” Terry was mortified.

Roman laughed at Terry in his awkwardness, as he laid an arm across Terry’s shoulders, “don’t worry about it, mate. They’ve heard and seen a lot worse than that, mate, believe me!” And somehow Terry could believe that that was perfectly true. When they got to the lobby, Roman introduced Terry to the doorman and explained that Terry might be coming back on his own later, and if he did the doorman was to let him up to his apartment. The doorman took Terry’s photo and bade the two young men a good night.

As soon as he was out the door and, on the footpath, Roman began to hurry along, so much so that Terry almost had to run to keep up. Eventually Roman stopped outside a very run-down building in the seedier end of Williams St and the City in general, “Why are we stopping here,” Terry asked, “I thought we were going to your night club?”

“We are,” Roman replied, “and this is it,” Roman said as he ran up the front steps and stepped inside the building’s foyer, where they were met by one of the biggest men Terry thought he had ever seen. Roman laughed at him and pulling Terry along behind himself; Roman walked deeper into the interior of the building. At the top of a set of stairs, another bouncer was guarding a door, Roman said ‘hello’, as he breezed past the man, all the while dragging Terry behind him. When they walked through the door, Terry froze in his tracks, breaking the hold that Roman had on his arm, and Roman turned and looking at Terry Roman laughed. “We own the building, and we gutted a few floors to accommodate our idea of the ideal night club. Allow me to introduce you to ‘The, um, ‘Pasion’ Pit’,” Roman said as he turned in a very expansive circle with his arms held out wide as if to encompass all that Terry could hope to see of the place.

As Terry looked around, he could see a kind of balcony partway up the walls that seemed to run around the whole club, and as he looked Terry could see naked males seemingly chained to ‘things’ that seemed to be spread around the balcony. Roman laughed at the look on Terry’s face, “come on,” Roman said as he grabbed Terry by the arm again, “and I’ll explain it all to you. You see a few years ago, my business associates and I went to Ibiza for the school holidays, I was what sixteen so almost four years ago now, and being randy hormonally charged boys, naturally, we loved it. The nightlife, the beaches, the sexual freedom, fuck, we thought we’d all died and gone to heaven. Anyway, unsurprising we had the greatest time, and when we were wondering what we’d all do after school, I think it was Sam who dreamed this place up. It’s kind of like a little bit if Ibiza here in Melbourne, we are a very exclusive night club, all of our patrons pay a membership fee to join, but can bring as many guests as they like for a fee…”

“But, what about all the naked guys up there,” Terry broke in.

“I was getting to that. Come on,” Roman continued as he grabbed Terry by the arm, and took off again across the dance floor, “I really am very late, and my business partners are not going to be very happy about that. Ibiza is a very sexually free place, and as long as it’s legal you can do it basically…”

“Yes! But what about the guys up there,” Terry broke in again.

“If you’d just shut up for half a minute, I’m trying to tell you, it’s bondage,” Roman said as if that answered everything. “Oh,” was all Terry could think to say as if in fact it did answer every question he had spinning around inside his head. “While people are dancing down here, up there, there are bondage ‘demonstrations’. If you look at the seating arrangements, you can see that some of the seating is arranged so that patrons can sit down here and watch what is going on up there. And, for a fee, the patrons can even go up there and have a chance at either being the ‘Master’ or the ‘Slave’.”

“Oh,” was all Terry could think to say as could see how the seating could give you a good view of what was going on up on the balcony. “But why are there only males chained up, up there?”

“Well, when we started, we had a good mix of men and women, but our patrons weren’t liking it so much with the mix of men and women, and we seemed to be losing patronage. But when we got rid of the women from up there, suddenly the patronage took off, and now we have to turn a lot of people way, so that’s why we’re planning to expand the place…”

“Expand?” Terry asked incredulously, “where would you expand too?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Roman said, “We own the buildings on either side of this one. That was my idea; I wanted to start really big but got howled down by the others. But look who’s laughing now,” Roman said as he turned and looked at Terry with a great big shit-eating grin all over his face. “Here we are,” Roman said as he pushed open a door and entered a generously sized office interrupting the men already gathered there. “Sorry. Gents,” Roman said as he began to apologise, “I ran into an old school friend,” indicating Terry, “and we got talking, and I forgot the time. So, he came back to my place while we hung out together for a bit, and after we’d showered together and I got changed, we raced here.”

Terry flamed red instantly when Roman mentioned the fact that they’d showered together, Roman looked at Terry in his discomfiture and laughed, “don’t worry about it mate, we’ve all showered, slept and fucked together. Well,” Roman said as he laughed, “not each other, well not all the time, but we’ve all shared rooms and accommodations over the years, so it’s only natural.” With that, Roman introduced Terry to all the guys gathered in the office, and then asked Terry to go and check out the nightclub and stated that he’d come and find him when they’d finished. Terry took his leave of the gathered crowd. As he was walking towards the door, he could hear Roman recounting, to everyone else’s amusement, the ‘accidentally fisting’ that happened in the shower, and Terry couldn’t help himself as again he flamed red instantly. But he continued out the door and went and had a good look around the nightclub.

As there were no patrons yet, Terry had a really good poke around; he found some ‘private rooms’ that were set up so that the patrons could indulge themselves in some form of bondage, Terry guessed not that Terry stayed very long in those rooms, bondage really wasn’t his thing. Terry accidentally found a back stairway up to the balcony level, and Terry very cautiously went and had a look at the males who were already locked up in some kind of bondage gear or other. Some of the guys appeared to be manacled to the wall in a spreadeagled position, while some of the others were in what looked to Terry to be old medieval stocks. As he made his way around the balcony, Terry could only marvel at the hedonistic feel the night club had; Terry discovered that there was a sort of viewing platform hanging out over the dance floor. Where Terry discovered, that someone could stand and ‘punish’ the guy hanging in front of them against the wall in some kind of bondage set up. Terry was so engrossed, looking at all the whips chains, paddles, and other means of tormenting the poor guys on offer, that he didn’t hear Roman come up behind him.

Consequently, when Roman started to talk to him, Terry almost jumped out of his skin, which only made Roman laugh at him yet again, “I’m sorry mate, I didn’t mean to scare you. So, you found your way up, here did you?” Roman asked.

“Um, yes, um, I hope you don’t mind, I guess it’s spending so much time on the streets that I seem to have an almost sixth sense on how to find my way in somewhere,” Terry replied.

“Not a problem,” Roman started, “I was going to find you and bring you up here anyway, so no harm done. Well, what do you think?” Roman asked.

“Of?” Terry queried.

“All of this,” Roman said, waving around the nightclub, “do you like it?” Roman asked as he leaned on the railing of the balcony, and looked around the nightclub.

“Um, well I’ve never been anywhere as opulent as this place,” Terry responded, “but can I ask you?” Terry started before Roman broke in, “Of, course you can ask. Ask me anything you want to, mate.” “Um, well the guys that are chained up, um, do they like it? I mean…”

Roman laughed at him, “of course they like it, they’re all employees,” Roman continued, “and get paid quite well I might add. Come on; we’ll go downstairs and grab a drink and then go up to my private viewing platform, the doors will be opening any minute now.”

So, that’s what they did. Both men went down to the bar and ordered their drinks; Terry was surprised to see that the bartenders were completely naked, well, if you don’t count their collars, cock rings, and leather cuffs, as clothes that is. Then armed with their drinks, the two men went up to Roman’s private viewing platform, just as the first patrons came through the doors.

There they spent the rest of the night, eating drinking and people watching, as they watched the people dancing on the dance floor, in various stages of dress from neck to knee to, or so it looked to Terry, be completely naked. Terry was really interested in the patrons that went up to the balcony and partook of the distractions that awaited them there. Until that is, Terry decided that he’d had enough and was going to go home. Roman reminded Terry to go back to his place and change his clothes. Roman insisted that they’d have to do this again, that it’d been fun, and Terry agreed with him and stated that yes, they really should do this again soon. All the while, thinking that he’d probably never see Roman again after tonight.

Terry went back to the building that Roman’s apartment was in, and too his surprise, the doorman let him into the building. The doorman explained to Terry that he would have to select the floor that Terry needed as Terry didn’t have a key, the elevator wouldn’t work for him without one. Terry stepped out of the elevator at Roman’s apartment and found his clothes all nicely laundered, folded, and waiting for him on a chair. Terry wondered about where he should get changed, but mentally said ‘fuck it’ and stripped out of Roman’s clothes on the spot and got dressed in his own clothes.

Terry took the elevator to the ground level and, waving good night to the doorman, took his leave of the City and went home to his dropbox.