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Bar Tab Buy-out! 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Interesting!" Scott says as they step inside the main door of the 'Powderkeg'. "Not at all..." and he stutters in his next remark, two dudes slipping passed them, on their way out.
One, decked out in a leather vest, chaps, boots and a gold chain hanging from his neck, the letters 'Ivan' attached, all lying on his bed of almost black chest hair, warns, "I saw you lookin' at my boy... don't you get any ideas now!"
"Sorry," Scott offered, turning his eyes away from the collared and leashed lad, clad in only a skimpy pair of briefs.
"You should have stood up to him," Marco says.
"He was like two feet taller than me?" Scott suggests, even though Ivan was only five inches taller!
A hallway led them closer to where music was blasting. Yet, they weren't set upon yet by the atmosphere where people had to shout, to hear. At an opening in the wall, a voice billows out, "Can I check your clothes, gentlemen?"
Right out, Marco nonchalantly tells, "C'mon Scott. Let's strip."
"You mean like take our clothes off?"
The dude behind the couter looks at Scott, saying, "First time here feller?"
From where Scott stood, all he could see is a thirty-something dude, stripped down to his bellyhole, but when he steps out from the closed in booth, Scott couldn't help but notice 'more'.
Marco says to the guy, "It's his first time here, Jake."
"Here or anywhere?" Jake chuckles, helping Scott to unbutton the shirt he put on this morning, never expecting to have help getting out of it! Then, Jake turns to Marco, who hasn't been as lethargic as Scott, unveiling his bod, "Mind if I?"
Marco replies, "Help yourself!"
"To what?" Scott asks.
Pulling Scott's shirt out of his pants and stretching it behind his shoulders, Jake leans over begins sucking on Scott's left nip.
"Ohhhhhhhh.. no... don't do that!"
"Why not?" Jake asks. "Feels good, don't it?"
"Because it'll probably make me hard," Scott says.
"Oh course it will," Jake speeds his reply, along with his hand to Scott's crotch. "And when it gets you hard then I'll fall to my knees and take care of that too!"
Scott, not that he wasn't enjoying it, says, "But then who's going to collect the entrance fee to the club?"
"You got a good point there mister," Jake replies. Then he lays on Scott, "If you want the full strip job it'll cost you ten bucks. You owe me five for the shirt."
"I'll give you two bucks, take it or leave it," Scott replies.
Jake looks to Marco, asking, "I thought this was his first time?"
Marco replies, shrugging his shoulders, "Take it or leave it!"
But Jake just smiled, saying to Scott, "If you've got time for me later, we could get it on in the dungeon?"
"Dungeon?" Scott questions, not Jake, but Marco.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I didn't mention to you this was 'dungeon night' at the Powderkeg?"
"How convenient," Scott says, handing his shirt over to Jake. But his attention is immediately drawn to two young guys, on their way out.
Both seem about Scott's height, five-ten, the blond telling Jake, "Great time tonight Jake."
More keyed into their faces, Scott looks down at the blond, asking, "What happened to you?"
"Cool! Is this your first time here?"
"That it is," Scott replies, still casing the dude's bod.
"I'm Pete and this is my buddy, Rob."
Scott wanted to shake his hand, but for some strange reason, beyond his control, a hand was holding his wrist behind his back. But at least he could offer, "I'm Scott."
"Cool. I got my nips worked over really good tonight, but anytime you want to hook up and do some more damage?" Pete said.
About to say something, Marco steers him away, "We gotta go, but thanks for the offer."
Before they were to enter the club, beyond the entrance, Marco tells Scott, "You should really get out of those pants."
Looking back towards the entrance, where Jake stood at his booth, it was obvious 'why'. Both Pete and Rob were standing there in briefs and three other dudes had come in, all stripping down to the bare necessities.
"Maybe you're right."
"I'm right," Marco replies.
As he returns to Jake's desk, Pete says to him, "Change your mind?"
"Haven't you had enough for tonight?" Scott says, looking at Pete's swollen nips.
"Never enough. I only stopped because we ran out of time."
His friend, Rob, was a the door, beckoning, "C'mon Pete. We've got to get back to the dorm... I've got a paper to finish."
"Dorm?"
"Yeah, freshman. Hey, anytime you want to hook up, Jake will give you my number," Pete said as he 'walked into' his pants upon leaving, his shirt over his shoulder.
"Sure," Scott replies, thinking it highly unlikely.
"Change your mind about the pants?" Jake asks.
"Well, since everybody else is, but..."
"Hey, don't think just because everybody else is doing it, you have to."
"Thanks," Scott says, "I'll remember that," as he strips off his pants.
Jake looks over the counter just before Scott hands him the pants. He almost bops Jake in the chin with his head.
"Looking for something?" Scott asks.
Jake says, "What do you think?" But then he adds, "Can I give you some more advice, Scott?"
"Why not!" he smiles, because Jake is being so cute.
From somewhere in his booth, Jake produces a black pair of leather briefs, saying, "Fruit-of-the-loom's not gonna cut it, Scott. Try these."
"And how much are these going to cost me?"
"Nothing, unless you can find it in your heart, on your way out to let me give you a blowjob?"
Taking it off Jake's hands, Scott says, "How about we leave it at 'we'll see'?"
Letting it go, Jake smiles, saying, "Or the next time you're in?"
"Um, one more thing?"
"Sure," Jake responds.
"Where's the changing room?"
With a giggle, Jake replies, "It'll cost you fifty bucks to get in!"
Squinting his eyes, Scott knows when he's been had. Setting the leather briefs down on the counter, he peels off the FOTL's. Quickly he snatches up the leather ones and feeds his legs into them. "That's it?" he exclaims.
"Beautiful! Just beautiful, Scott!" Jake replies.
Scott's appalled, looking down upon himself, the leather briefs coming up to barely covering the base of his cock, all that brown hair above it! "Um wait a minute Jake, I.... Hey! Where's my Fruit Of The Loom's?"
Marco, taking in the whole scene, grabs Scott by the arm, dragging him away, saying, "Probably the last you've seen of them Scott. They're Jake's now!"
"But what am I supposed to wear home?"
"You're wearing them!"
Before getting inside the club, it's Marco giving Scott some tips on not acting so surprised and when he sees some guys, top-guys, start trying to imitate some of them, instead of acting so juvenile.
"Cool," Scott replies.
"And act your age, not like some college kid here for their first time, Scott!"
'I can do this!' Scott's attitude reacted, straightening himself up, conducting himself in a more aggressive manner, with a certain swagger. First to come to mind is 'Ivan'. "Question?" he bends over to Marco's ear.
"What?"
"Am I supposed to be your 'sir' or something?"
"Do you feel like you own me?"
"Not really," Scott replies. "I don't feel like I own anyone." But the more he thought about it, there were at least a dozen guys he wouldn't 'mind' owning, as he looked about the club.
"Well, if you see anyone who interests you, let me know and I'll steer you straight."
"How about the one over by the stage?"
"Druggie," Marco replied.
"Um, do they know you're an officer of the law?"
"Nobody knows or cares who's who. You don't mention your profession. You're here just like anybody else, for the fun the club has to offer. You don't even have to use your real name."
"But I already did."
"It's up to you. I sometimes go by the name, 'Justin'."
"Short for 'justice'?"
"Shut up. I'm going to take a leak. And Scott?"
"What?"
"Don't act so 'easy'?"
Poor Scott. Right away 'Justin' got lost in the sea of men and boys. 'Hey! Where'd you go?'
"Hey, need a blowjob?"
He was cute enough, but for some reason the long hair and nose-ring didn't grab Scott. But he was polite nonetheless, "No thanks." Scott smiled, hearing this dude say the same thing to the guy almost next to him. Next thing coming into play was his thirst. He headed to the bar.
"Hey! What can I get ya?" Came the first bartender to address him, along with the cutest smile. Before Scott could make up his mind, he had already been given the once over and added comment, "First time here?"
He was wondering what the attraction was. Afterall, Jake got the full portrait, hairy chest, stripe down the middle, swirl around his bellyhole and beyond, eight and half inches lying on his dark brown pubic bed. The bartender only got the picture down to the countertop. "Yeah," Scott replied.
"Whatever you're having, it's on me. What'll it be?"
Dawning on Scott, what Marco had said about 'easy', he says, "What's your name?"
"Um, this give you a clue?"
Scott smiled at the name 'Mark' scrawled across the bartender's almost smooth chest. Going out on a limb, so he wasn't being too 'easy', he says in a rough manner, like speaking to some business partners at a board meeting, "Yeah, but a clue is missing."
The bartender gives Scott a look much like an inquisitive dog.
"A-s-s-h-o-l-e... and I'll have a martini, straight up?"
This could go one of two ways, at least. Scott figured he'd either get bounced from the club, or punched out, or....
Wagging his finger at Scott, Mark replies, "I like you!"
Scott sighed with relief, though he figured the least that could happened is be banned from the club.
"Here you go."
Mark set the martini down on a napkin and waited. When Scott looked at him, he said, "See if you like it. If you don't I'll take it back till I get it right."
Testing, Scott asks, "And if you don't get it right?"
Leaning on the bar, wanting to corner Scott's attention, Scott falls prey to Mark's lips, him saying, "Your drinks are free all night, but if you're looking for a hot time I'd connect with Barry over there."
"Barry-over-where?" Scott asks, looking in the direction Mark nodded.
"Dark brown hair, buzz cut, spiked a little up on top, talking it up with his friends from college."
Shaking his head back and forth, Scott says, "There's like three or four, brown, with the same cut."
"White, cowry shell neck chain?"
"Oh yeah. I see him. Nice looking."
"Yeah, but when you introduce yourself you've got to snatch him right up in your hand."
"Snatch him up in my hand?" Scott questions.
Seeing Scott maybe a little bit 'green', Mark says, "Hey, you and I need to get together. I could teach you a thing or two."
"Sure," Scott replies, "Um, but about Barry?"
"C'mere," Mark says, telling Scott lean across the bar. In his ear he tells him, "Walk right up to Barry, ask him 'are you Barry?' and when he answers yes, slug him as hard as you can in the gut."
"What!" Scott exclaims. "He'll haul off and punch my lights out!"
Mark laughs, saying, "You really are green, Scott. But nah, if you're lucky you'll get the royal treatment, starting with Barry licking your boots."
"I don't have boots on."
"What?" Mark asks. "What'cha got on?"
"My loafers from this morning."
Of course, Mark didn't know what transpired from this morning till now. "Lemme see," he looks over the counter and down. "Step over here, Scott,"
Towards the end of the counter Scott wades through the customers, Mark doing the same with the hustling bartenders. "Kick the shoes off," he tells Scott.
Scott does what Mark says.
"Here, um... you boy!" Mark calls to a young dude standing nearby, taking it all in.
"Yes, sir?" the dark brown-haired kid asks. "You need me for something sir?"
Right away Mark 'knows', saying, "Hey, didn't I tell you last time... how did you get in here again?" He starts grilling the kid.
"I came in with my brother. Please don't throw me out. If I do he'll kill me for making a fool out of him in front of his college buddies and he'll never take me anywhere with him again!"
Scott butts in, "Give the kid a chance. We were all there once, weren't we Mark?"
Mark conjures up an instant plan, saying, "Yeah we were, weren't we? Okay you can stay, but you're stickin' like glue to this guy!"
"Me?" Scott says. "What about Barry?"
The kid asks Scott, "You know Barry? Oh man... you can treat me just like you were going to treat Barry, if you want to!"
Scott thought, 'some fine friend Mark turned out to be', leaving his shoes on the floor in front of him, on his way to help some other customer. Then again, maybe it would be the best, instead of taking on 'Barry'. "What's your name?"
"Thomas, but you can call me Tom if you want."
"How old are you Tom?"
"Eighteen."
"Are you sure?" Scott inquires, because he seemed younger.
Reaching into his briefs, producing a small wad of bills, "I'm old enough to drink," Thomas produces his I.D. "I'm a senior at Garnet High School."
"You have to be twenty-one to get in here."
"I know," Tom replies. "But coming in with my brother and his friends, they think I am."
"Mark knows your not."
Tom just smiles, replying, "But Mark knows I can give a hot blowjob!"
Scott showed concern, but also understood why Mark didn't press having Tom escorted out of the club. He knows from experience, restraining himself in high school, whereas guys were sucking guys off left and right, giving and getting fucked. He swore to himself he would at least wait till college and even then, kept his sex life to a minimum. "So how much of that has been going on in your life?"
"How about buying me a drink?" Tom smiles, holding up some cash.
Reluctant, Scott showed it.
"I'll buy you one too?" When Scott didn't give in, Tom offers, "I 'can' give a hot blowjob?"
Scott didn't know what to say, but Tom was very young. At thirty-four years old he wasn't sure he wanted to play nursemaid.
"Hey Tom, we're headed up the road to the Rail Road. C'mon. Get yer stuff!"
He knew he got the once over by this rough looking character, asking what he thought could be obvious, "Who's that?"
"My brother, Rich." He then posed to Scott, with an act of pleading, "If Rich knows I'm with you I don't have to go with 'them'."
Scott wasn't trusting the way in which Tom was stating it. Not that he didn't trust Tom, but the reason for which Rich wanted his brother to go along.
"C'mon Tommy," Rich called for his brother, "the guys're gonna need a hot mouth and a piece of ass later."
Having a sinking feeling in his gut, Scott wondered if it were going to be Tom's throat and ass at stake. He was sure of it after looking upon Tom's pleading eyes. Putting two and two together, Marco's words of being 'easy' and his own intuition, he barks back at Rich's third request, "Fuck off! He's with me!"
"Sorry man. You don't have to lose it!" Rich said, turning his back on the whole confrontation and leaving.
"Thanks, Scott. You don't know how much this means to me. Anything you want is yours tonight."
Mark comes back, saying, "Your brother's a real douche-bag, Tommy." He winks, setting a martini down in front Scott, a beer in front of Tom. "On the house!"
"What's he looking for? Another blowjob?" Scott says to Tom.
"I'm sorry," Tom says.
"For what?"
Tom replies, "I never gave Mark a blowjob."
"Oh. So what part of all you told me is true and what part you made up just to make me keep you from going with your brother?"
"Did you really want me to go with my brother and his friends, Scott?"
He knew he was getting snowed, but honestly replies, "No." Then, picking up his martini, clinks the beer mug, "Cheers!"
They sip. Tom then says, "I'm really eighteen. I'm a senior at Garnet High School and yeah, I'm not supposed to be in here but like, nobody'll know the difference."
"What about your folks?"
"I live with Rich. My folks are dead."
"But somebody has to be your legal guardian?"
"I don't know much about this stuff," Tom replies. "Rich has some 'power' over me."
"Power-of-attorney?" Scott asks, knowing about these things.
"I guess."
"Most likely he will retain it until you are twenty-one, unless at that time someone else steps forward and contests it, like another relative?"
"It's only Rich and me."
Already, Scott's mind was way ahead of him on this one. From a small town in Montana, he knew the stakes when it came to family. He's known a couple of guys from his hometown who were in the same relationship, the older sibling left in charge of younger ones. At times it didn't paint a pretty picture. But some would rather be in this position than split up and scattered. Testing, Scott asks, "And what time does Rich expect you to be home?"
"No time. I come and go whenever I want."
"Where do you live?"
"In the home our parents owned. It's nice, but Rich doesn't keep it as nice as they used to."
"What happened to your parents?"
"Hey Scott?"
"What?"
"Can you and I go someplace quiet?"
Again, that pleading in Tom's eyes stifled Scott and the whole atmosphere of the place, the idea below them lay a dungeon, seemed to disintegrate. Thinking, but not thinking, Scott replies, "Sure." But then he realized he didn't have 'wheels'. Marco drove here. "Yeah, but I've got to find the guy I came with."
"You're 'with' somebody?"
"Oh no. Not the way it sounds but... oh there he is... you hold on right here."
Tom watches as Scott squeezes through the crowd.
"Scott! I've been looking for you. Where have you been?"
"Met a nice guy at the bar," Scott replies. "Um, I want to leave. Do you want to stay?"
Marco knew, asking if he 'wanted' to stay, meant Scott wanted him to stay. But in reality, Marco 'wanted' to stay because he had a hot bear on his trail! Looking up, he spots the 'bear' and yells in Scott's ear, "Quick Scott! Punch me as hard as you can in the stomach, then reach in my briefs for the car keys. If the dude following me says anthing, tell him he can have me and then knee me in the balls!"
"What tha?"
"No time to explain. Just do it and I'll find my own way home."
What was poor Scott to do? He knew Marco could take the gut punch, probably the ball-bashing as well.... well, making a corporate decision would be easier, but as he saw the beefy looking muscled beast approaching, how could he turn his good friend down? He remembered again what Marco impressed upon him, being 'easy' and most likely for Marco's advantage, when the muscle bear-dude confronted Marco, he did ask something to the effect of Marco being 'with' Scott, so Scott reacted.
"So, what is it Marco? I'm not good enough for ya?"
The action, dancing, etc., in the immediate area calmed as everyone watches Scott haul off and tuck Marco's gut in. They watch as Scott pulls open Marco's speedo-like briefs and retrieve the car keys.
Scott then turns to the bear muscle and yells, "You want this boy, take him!" Remembering an old wrestling move, not that Scott was a wrestler, an observer, he puts his hands on Marco's shoulders and heaves his knee in between his legs.
"Have a good night," he smiles at the muscle bear. "And oh, he can take lots more than that!"
The muscle bear smiled, approached Marco and lifted him to his feet by clutching his nips!
Meanwhile, as Scott walks away, a path is cleared for him, like royalty at a wedding. There to meet him at the other end is Tom, saying, "You're so cool Scott!"
And, Scott turning out to be hero-status, Tom was dragged along on his golden coat.
As for Scott, he wasn't gloating in his own achievement, even though he wasn't thinking of it as such, but was happy to see Tom enjoying the camaraderie. At the checkout, Scott got back all his clothing, plus the ten bucks Marco had paid, Jake calling it a deposit.
"What about Tom here?"
"Oh! He's with you?" Jake sprung into action. "Sure. No problem."
On the way in, Tom thought how snotty Jake was, but now he was walking out as if being born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
As they dressed, Scott says, "I bet Jake wasn't too nice to you on the way in, huh?"
"No, but I don't blame him."
"Nobody should be treated with disrespect, unless it's like some of this roleplaying game stuff," Scott theorized for Tom.
"It's because of Rich. He's always acting like some asshole jerk."
And much to both of their surprises, Jake comes out of his booth, over to them, a pair of white briefs attached to his fingertip. "Hey, I'm sorry I treated you that way before.... um...."
Scott says to Jake, "He's got a name. All it takes is the asking?"
Before he does, he says, "I'm Jake," to Tom, but to Scott, "and oh, here's your briefs back."
Already with the leather ones under his pants, Scott says, "I've already got mine on. You keep them."
"Thanks." Then, before walking back to his booth, Jake says, "You're a nice guy Tom, but your brother is an asshole!"
"Now 'that' I think we have a consensus on!" Scott says. He knew they didn't get it, but it didn't matter as long as they were all on the same page!
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