Fratboy bondage games

Tony looked at the dollar bills on the stage around him as John massaged his chest, whispering in his ear.

"So you need to figure out what your limits are... and with who."

"Mmm..."

"You know me, I've already sucked your dick, you fucked my ass with a dildo... so I imagine you'd be fine with more with me."

"Mmmm mmmhmmm."

"What about anyone else? You okay with kisses on the mouth?"

Tony thought for a second. 

"Mmmmno mmmmno mmmow" He shook his head, trying to say "not now."

"Okay... fair... how about just general touching and kissing elsewhere on your body..."

Tony nodded.

"Your cock?"

Tony shook his head, not ready to let strangers go that far.

"Got it. Alright, that still leaves plenty for the guys here."

John smiled then planted a quick kiss on the front panel of the plug gag hiding Tony's lips. Then he slid down to his knees again and put Tony's cock in his mouth. Tony noticed John tried to make a point to stick his ass out as much as he could, and a couple of the men in the bar took advantage, caressing his jeans, some sticking another couple of dollars in past his waistband. The man he recognized got a tap from his partner, and realized he left him hanging, so he went back to sucking. 

John made sure he took his sweet-ass time with this blow job. Just like a few days ago. Licking the shaft up and down slowly. Taking time to put his balls in his mouth and let them roll around in his tongue. Tony started to forget about the crowd, and just kept his eyes on the hunk on his knees for him. And just like on Friday, just when Tony thought he was going to blow his wad... John pulled away. 

"MMMMM! MMmmon on!"

"Yeah! That's right edge the fucker! Don't let him cum yet!" Tony heard the catcalls again. He looked around, and the crowd got a little bigger by a couple of men. He surveyed the crowd again, men of all shapes and sizes. A couple of bear-ish types. Including the one who, it looked like, just got done blowing his partner. Even in the fairly dim lighting, he could tell the guy's hair and face had more than just swat running all over it. And in that moment, his dick throbbing, his eyes begging John for release, Tony was super jealous.

"You wanna cum, you gotta give them more."

"MMM?! MMmmore?"

"Grind that pole, work for it! Let a guy or two grab on you a bit."

Dejected but determined to earn his orgasm, Tony nodded and started moving up and down as much as he could. At least the pole didn't feel quite as cold against his bare butt as before, warmed up a little by his body heat, and lubricated a bit by his sweat. 

"Alright, guys, we'll let... ONE... of you touch the merchandise here, help my friend get off," John said to the crowd.

Tony saw the man he recognized rush up to the stage. 

"Yeah, Victor, come on up, have some fun," John said as he grabbed his beer and went back down to the barstool by his duffel.

He stepped right up to Tony and confirmed his identity. It was Professor Montoya! In the back section of a gay bar! With cum covering half his face! And now Tony's politics professor was rubbing him all over!

"I didn't know you were gay, or such a kinky fratboy," Professor Montoya said. "This is a VERY nice surprise!"

"Mmmmmmm....." Tony moaned as his teacher flicked his tits.

"Don't worry... I won't tell anyone in lecture tomorrow," the professor said as he nuzzled Tony's neck. Then, he turned around and rubbed his clothed butt against Tony. Tony admired how brazen he was here. At school he was definitely all business, very professional and even reserved.

Montoya was in his late-30s, still young for a professor. He was a little bigger, a little extra on his arms and waist, but overall he carried it well. Tony felt his ass against his cock, it was soft but voluptuous. He had nice thick lips that, Tony was sure, could make him cum within seconds, if he got them on his dick. But this, grinding, was pretty good, too. Montoya had Tony moaning loudly into his gag. Then John came up on stage and kissed the older Latino stud, deeply, passionately. 

"You want us both to finish you off?" John asked Tony.

"MMMyessmsmm."

"Yes, what?"

"MMmmyessir."

John and Montoya got down on their knees, each on one side of Tony's erect cock, both puckering their lips and moving along its length, kissing each other at the tip and then trading turns sucking. 

Tony was right. It didn't take long now. After Montoya's took his cock for the third time, it happened. He reflexively arched his back, and almost slammed his head against the stripper pole but just grazed his ear roaring into the leather plug as he shot his load into his professor's mouth. Montoya himself moaned with ecstasy as he took his student's seed. He pulled his mouth and some of the cum dribbled out. 

"Thanks for that," Montoya said. "Look forward to seeing you here again."

Montoya made a point to graze his ass against Tony one more time before walking off.

John, meanwhile, scooped up the cash, and started unbuckling his friend's cuffs. Tony was breathing heavy. He rubbed his wrists, then tried to pull the plug gag out, but it was tight enough that he needed John's help unbuckling it from behind.

"That... was great..." Tony finally said, in a breathy voice. 

John kissed him.

"You know... I was talking to the bartender while the slutty professor was playing with you... You could make some money doing this here."

"Doing what?"

"Being their bondage display boy. Grind, moan, let 'em fondle a bit."

"Seriously?"

"Dude, you just did it. Just think of it as a little side hustle once in a while."

"Goddamn, I don't know... I'll have to think about it..."

"Tsk. Alright... I'm just sayin'... you look hot as fuck and would get all the action you want."

"Yeah... we'll see."

"Well, you got off, but what about me?" John said, pointing at his crotch. 

"I guess it's only fair."

Tony got down and got to work.

To be continued...