I caught glance of a leather guy walking out through a door. I wandered around and stopped at the back bar and ordered a beer. I had heard that there was a dark room in the back where all sorts of sex took place. The crowd starting moving again so I moved along with them. But, oddly, the fear subsided and I realized I rather liked not being in control. If he had squeezed any tighter and hurt me, there would have been nothing I could do except yelp or whine like a baby-which I sure as hell was not going to do. It was at that moment I realized I was at his mercy.
So he got to cop a feel longer than I normally would have let him.
It was so packed, I couldn't advance any further. I was flattered by the compliments, but scared when one man gently cupped my balls and felt my ball sac tenderly. A long bar sat several men who one by one checked me out. I gave my clothes to the bartender, kept my wallet in my hand and began making my way through the very warm and crowded bar.
