Blackmail

The fucker. Jack took me to a strip club telling me we were meeting some friends for a bachelor party. He didn't tell me what sort of club it would be. We met for some hard drinks then he offered to drive. I'd never been to a gay strip club before. But, once I was there, it was too late. Some of his friends were already there. They playfully held me tight in the middle of their group. There were strippers fully nude in the background, grinding away. He had some guys photograph us with him kissing me. I pushed him off but he kept coming. Some guys held me so I couldn't resist. But, for some weird reason, I only resisted the appropriate amount. I didn't get all pissed off. One of the other guys started kissing me too. They were trading off kissing me, while everyone's phones kept clicking away. Finally they left me alone. I had to stay at the club until Jack was ready to take me home. We were together drinking right at the front of the stripper floor. One of the strippers pushed his ass near my face. His cheeks brushed my face. Everyone took photos, and laughed. 

The next day Jack sent me a text with a few of the pictures included. He said I needed to go to another club with him tonight, or I'd be exposed as a gay faggot to all my family and friends. I liked Jack. I wondered why he was being such a dick. I agreed but I wasn't happy about it. I wanted to drive myself this time, but he insisted he pick me up. I wanted to know where we were going. He sent me a link to a regular club with girls dancing. He said he was sorry but it was pretty funny watching me get gang groped by his gay friends. I was OK with his apology, and the regular club.

Well, it wasn't exactly what he promised. The 4 story building had a bar on the ground level. Upstairs was a drag club, with a couple other clubs on the next two floors. The drag club was really classy, but very weird. Jack introduced me to his friend 'Candy'. Candy was a dancer, singer and a gay transvestite.  Candy was tall, really tall. Six foot 5 or more in her heels. She was slender with a nice bubble butt and some pretty inviting C cup implants. Her face was smooth, feminine and she was always smiling. 'She is pretty sexy', I thought. But, what the fuck? Jack said he bought me a lap dance. He said I shouldn't pass on a dance from Candy. Candy was very good at lap dancing. She was climbing on me and rubbing her tits in my face. She said Jack had bought me a VIP room too. She took me by the hand and off we went, up a back flight of stairs, into the dark, deep bowels of the next floor up at the club. The BDSM floor.

We came in from the back where we entered a long dark hallway. Candy was looking for a specific room. Room number 24, she said. And then, there we were. The small room was dark and scary. Chains and leather straps everywhere. She took my hands, pulling them over my head. I tried to stop her from pulling me around. But that wasn't happening. This bitch was pretty fucking strong! A tight leather cuff engulfed my wrists. She pulled on a chain and my arms lifted up over my head. Jack walked into the room. He laughed and closed the heavy door behind him.  Jack asked what was going on, in a light, fun-filled voice.

Candy replied, "It's time for him to be our bitch", in a rough, deep manly voice. That scared the shit out of me!

Part 2

The Encounter

Before I could argue, ask for mercy, or cry for help, Jack took my head in his hands and covered my mouth with his. His fat wiggling tongue forced my mouth open, silencing me. He gave me a chance to take a breath, taking a moment to speak. "I know you liked me kissing you last night. Now you're going to have that chance again, my friend."

I didn't respond. I just looked back at him. So back at it he went. He didn't stop. Our mouths were wide open, wet, drooling and passionate. His hands were all over me. I forgot about Candy for a minute. Until my jeans hit the floor and she was groping me in my crotch everywhere. She had a firm grip on my hardening cock. Her hand was under my balls and up between my butt cheeks. Jack kept grabbing me and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I was in sensory overload. I was in a daze. Jack was kissing and groping me. Candy was squeezing and probing me. I could feel her face against my cheek. She whispered in my ear. "You are getting hard, you little faggot. We are going to show you what you've been missing all these years."

I didn't fight them as they positioned me on the bench in the dark, BDSM room. My arms were released from the chain holding them up to the ceiling. But my wrists were still bound together in front of me. Candy was sitting on the bench behind me, with me facing away, toward Jack. She pulled me back to her. I felt her cock sliding up between my cheeks. Jack was in front of me, still holding my head and kissing me. Their pushes and pulls were putting me more like I was going down on my hands and knees. Candy was ready. he cock was long and rock hard. She was really into this, and into me, I thought. A slippery trans cock slipped between my cheeks and right up into my virgin butt hole. "Oh Fuck!" My legs couldn't keep me upright in this position. They collapsed and I fell all the way down onto her cock. She was hard and deep inside me. it was... nice. 

Jack grabbed me by the back of my neck with a handful of my hair, pulling my face into his lap. He was sitting on a chair in front of me, naked from the waist down. His cock was glistening in the dim, pink neon light. He moved forward up on the chair until his cock was rubbing my cheek. "Call me Daddy, Billy Boy. And that you want to be my bitch."

I was wincing from Candy violating my cherry ass hole. It took a moment to get my composure. But after I took a deep breath, I reluctantly opened my mouth, and said the words. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be your bitch." 

I opened and took my first cock. He tasted manly. I sucked him for a minute, until he began to give me instructions. I guess I needed some. But Candy was pumping me from behind, too. Jack's cock had distracted me for the moment. But now all I could feel was her pounding away inside me. Then Jack pulling my hair and ordering me to focus on him. This went on until Jack blew his load all over me. Half in my mouth and the rest on my face. I'd forgotten about Candy somehow. She had cum sometime earlier and had stopped ramming me from behind. I didn't even know when she came. But my ass felt like a gushing river was coining out of it. Her cock was still firmly stretching my anus and filling my hole in the deepest places. Candy spoke to Jack. "That was wonderful. I hope you can bring him back again sometime very soon." 

Jack slapped my face in a playful way. "Yes, he is a good little slut. I'll bring him back."

In and instant my hands were released from the cuffs, we were toweled off and dressed for another party. We walked together into the BDSM club like nothing had happened. The bar was full of fat hairy guys and kinky dressed ladies, all in leather and chains. 

The drinks had weird BDSM sorts of names. The Dom, the wife beater, the stud, and of course, the drink that was ordered for me, the little bitch.

We drank and had a good laugh. I was asked several time what I thought of the encounter. I really didn't have an answer. I could only say that I haven't ran out of the place screaming, yet. Although I felt like I was forced into this, I didn't really have any regrets. Maybe I'll be blackmailed again into having a crazy, freaky, taboo sexual encounter.

When I asked what was going on up on the next floor, everyone laughed.

Billy