Tell them you're excited to pick out a toy.
From Create Your Own Story
You walk up to the two men, heart pounding. Both men stare at you the entire short time it takes you to get to them. You swallow, and end up standing in front of the two men, awkwardly wondering what the hell you could possibly say…
“Your friend says it’s your birthday,” the muscular man in the leather straps says to you. Dean, the guy said.
“Yeah,” you manage, tongue tied.
“And you’d like a toy for your birthday?” Dean asks. His voice is even and controlled, and your stomach does another flip. Your dick, though, is getting hard.
“Yeah.” Your face is growing hot. “I’d like that.”
The other guy in the tight red shirt tilts his head a bit. “You ever been piggy in the middle before?”
Forget hot, your face is now nuclear.
“Uh, no.”
“Aw, we got ourselves a newbie,” says the men in the red shirt Ross, was it? “Look at the poor boy. He’s trying not to wet himself.”
“Don’t tease him,” Dean says. The effect on Ross is immediate.
“Sorry, sir.”
Dean nods. “You ready to go?”
“Okay,” you say, feeling shaky.
“Okay, boy,” Dean says. “You’re with us. From here on out, my two favorite words are ‘yes’ and ‘sir.’ Got it?”
You shiver from head to toe. “Yes, sir.”
Heading downstairs, neither Dean nor Ross so much as look over their shoulders, and you follow like an obedient puppy, face still burning. At the door, the bouncer glances at the three of you, and turns to Dean for a moment.
“Damn, looks like you guys beat me to it,” the bouncer says. You turn and gape at him.
“You’re busy working anyway,” Dean says.
“Besides, he’s so new you’d snap him in half,” Ross says.
The bouncer looks you up and down. “But he’d enjoy it.”
You squeak. Dean puts one hand down on your shoulder and gives you a slight nudge. You walk out into the night ahead of them, Ross still laughing.
They drive you back to their place, in a row of townhouses where he has the end unit. Inside, you barely get to glance at the entrance area before Dean’s hand is once again at your shoulder and he’s guiding you off to the side of the hallway, where some stairs lead down. At the bottom of the stairs there’s a door, and you’re just about to open the door when Dean’s hand tightens on your shoulder, making you stop.
“You need to be ready before you go through that door, boy.”
You turn, and remember just in time what he said about his favorite words. “Yes, sir.”
“Give him a hand,” Dean says to Ross. Then he crosses his arms, muscles flexing underneath the leather straps of the harness.
“Time to get naked, boy,” Ross says, and he reaches forward and starts tugging at your shirt. You raise your arms, and he pulls it off you. “Everything off.”
You obey nervously, undoing your shoes and tugging off your socks, then stripping off your pants. You take a few seconds to pile everything neatly before removing your underwear. When you’re naked and standing in front of them, Dean reaches out with his leather gloved hand, tracing a finger down your chest and then stroking your cock which jumps and hardens at the touch.
“Okay, boy, you can go in.”
You turn and open the door, padding barefoot into the darkened room. A moment later, there’s a click as Dean flicks a switch, and a series of lights turn on in the room. You stare, shaking. A padded sling made of knotted rope and leather is anchored into the ceiling in four places, and on the far wall is a series of shelves and pegboards, upon which hang all manner of straps and paddles. There’s also a mattress on a small raised platform against the far wall, with what appears to be rubber sheets draped over it. And, at the foot of that “bed” there’s a large black chest.
“There’s your present, boy,” Dean says. Ross grins at you, nodding his head toward the large black chest.
You pad - barefoot and naked - over to the chest, and open the lid with shaking hands. You stare inside, astounded at the stuff inside. Some of it you don’t know at all, though some of it is obvious enough - you know the dildos, the paddles, the gag and the handcuffs - not that you’ve really ever played with them before. But some of the other stuff… There are strange chains with clips on them, and something that looks like a rubber string of really large pearls. There’s also a rubber ball with a hole through it, and lots of straps, and a box of what looks like clothes pegs for some reason.
“Go ahead and pick,” Dean says.
You...
