MASTER JAKE MADE ME HIS SLAVE, STRIPPER, ESCORT & PORN STAR - Chapter 1
I grew up in a boring mid-sized suburban city as a typical dude. I went to state university and then escaped to the big city for my grad degree. Sure, I had done a few gay things along the way. But even in the big city, I focused on my degree, and by 25 years old, I jumped into a high profile finance job. And boy did I earn cash with all the alpha straight dudes around me. I had a few gay experiences, a few (ok more than a few) nights at the male strip joint, but I was too focused on work and success. I had friends from State U but not too many in the big city ... more acquaintances from gay bars.
But by age 29 I realized I was making a mess of it. I was 5'11 tall, handsome face, short hair and piercing blue eyes, but I had put on tons of weight and was over 220 lbs. Time to shape up. I focused: bought an apartment just because I could, hired a hot personal trainer for workouts 4 times a week and a dietician, plus a food service ... no alcohol (OK just a bit), just the food service for eating (plus some cheat nights with clients). And by 30 years old, I dropped to a lean 185 with nice pecs and shoulders, defined biceps, good back, round bubble butt and thick soccer player legs. And my 7 inch thick uncut dick was really good when pumped with Viagra or Cialis. And hair in the right places, trimmed chest, scruff on face, and some on legs. Not bad!
I had become a high flyer at work and they offered me a chance to take a higher level degree, work with a client for two years and then return for full partnership. Others at work had done this and I knew I couldn't refuse. Plus it meant I got July and August at age 30 to goof off preparing for academia while still being paid. Score!! I kept some office hours and started work for a new degree. But I knew this time would be for exploring the big city's gay scene.
The strip club (Taboo) was always slow in the summer time. I went there cause it was easy. No standing and chatting. Strippers said hi and were happy if I bought drinks, and even happier if I spent some money to touch them in the back room ...
The club advertised a Friday night at 10 pm where "anything goes". Strippers would be on the ground floor, but on the second floor, customers could hang out and play around. Sounds like my scene. So as that night approached, I worked out more, and got my gear of black sneakers, short soccer shorts, and a nice t-shirt ready (tight on the chest and a little loose on the gut). Plus a short jacket so I could check my keys etc. I would be a slutty soccer jock.
I showed up at the club around 10:30, checked my coat at the main floor of the club and stayed on the main floor in my slutty soccer gear. A number of strippers said hi and I bought them drinks. They told me the upstairs was pretty dull. Around 11 I went up there, and yep, it was dull. A bunch of dudes fully clothed, standing around. How was this to be fun? I chatted with the bartender (Peter) when a hot blonde guy came up to order a drink. Wearing a black tank top, shorts and standing a good 6'1" of lean muscle, I was mesmerized with his face and blue eyes. Peter notice and said "Rob (that's me), meet Rob (hot blond)". "glad to see a hot guy here" I said, "yeah me too" he grinned. Then he came to me and we started making out, grabbing each other's bodies, my dick got hard, and then he took my t-shirt off (gave it to peter behind the bar), pushed my shorts down and I was half naked while he fondled me. Peter interjected "give me your clothes, I'll put them behind the bar" and suddenly we were both naked making out with our shorts/t-shirts behind the bar.
His 8 inch cut cock was hard as was mine, but all we did was make out. Peter said "get up on that stripper podium". About 10 feet away there was a stripper pole and a box. Rob pulled me over and we got up in front of all these boring guys. We made out, sucked cock, started a show. Then Rob pushed me against the wall, my ass out and rubbed his dick against my hole. "Yes, I want it" I said. "Raw and now?" he said. "Yes, breed me" I said. He spit on his fingers and rubbed my hole and then pushed inside. Damned it hurt like hell but I didn't scream. I couldn't do that while in such pleasure and being shown off to everyone.
I pushed back on his cock. He fucked me ass and then he said he was going to cum in me ... yeah, I said and he did ..i knew I would have a load in me that night.
Rob motioned to move off the stripper box. We jumped off still naked. He pushed me against the wall, and made out, his still wet flaccid dick against me. I could feel other guys touching us but my tongue was working his over and my one free hand grabbing his body. I got to my knees to take his cum and my ass juices in my mouth .... Eventually he broke off and said we should go to the bar.
We did, and Peter was all smiles. We found a corner of the bar, and still naked, did some shots. Peter said we were the stars of the night and we had got things going.
Yep other guys were going at it. But before I knew it Rob was dressing and saying he had to get home which was 2 hours away. He texted my number. And there I was still naked at the bar chatting to Peter. Peter came around from the bar, grabbed my ass. "Na, I should dress" I replied. He smiled, Then he went off to serve other customers for what seemed like ages while I stood naked, occasionally getting felt up.
Peter came back. " I can give you your shorts if you go downstairs to chat to Dave the manager", he said. "What?" I replied.
"Yeah Dave the manager wants to chat to you, he'd like you to strip here tonight".
"What?" I said, "you can't be serious, and give me my shorts!"
He gave them to me but not my tshirt
"But you gotta see Dave. He's at the bottom of the stairs".
I put on my shorts, impressed at myself cause I had no gut and my rock hard dick would show, while I clenched my ass to avoid dripping cum.
"I've got your T-shirt", Peter said with a grin ...
So I slipped through the crowd with some groping and some attention, and made my way down the stairs to the strip club.
Dave the manager was close by and spotted me first. It was busy and here I was shirtless in tight shorts looking like a stripper. Dave grabbed me by the waist and pulled me over to a quieter area.
"Good show upstairs" he said.
"Thanks, it was fun" I replied sheepishly not knowing where this was going.
"You look great, come downstairs in the quiet" ...
He grabbed my hand and I headed down a corridor to the fire staircase, which he pushed open into a stairwell of awful fluorescent light ... The secret stairwell he said, come down to the office and the dancer change room, he said.
I followed, not sure about this. We got to the dancer locker room. I saw some dancer guys I knew. "Here's our newest dancer" Dave announced ...
Huh? I said I didn't agree to that.
"you were hot up there, one of the dancers said.
"Yeah, bend over so I can fuck u, another said. He was one of the hottest, Latino big dick, ripped and my height
"See, said Dave, everyone wants piece of your ass ... "And a regular here told me he will pay you 200 to see you strip tonight for two songs ... So get up there on the back stage and work"
One of the dancers threw me a black/red tank top and told me to put it on ..
I can't dance I said ...
Bullshit said Dave, just jiggle it, strip, and we can get a big dicked dancer with you to put on a show ...
I put on the tank top ..
Dave told me to come with him upstairs. My dick was hard. Dave stopped and stuffed viagra in my mouth and I swallowed. I got upstairs in the back. Dave told me to stand by the back stage, a small space. He brought me a drink, and introduced me as the new guy to people. I was confused, delirious, excited.
I heard my name and I jumped on the small stage in the back, a place where I wouldn't be expected to put on much of a show. After one song, my shirt was off and it was time to drop my shorts and get hard. As I dropped my shorts, one of the dancers came up to join me and started making out with me, touching me and simulating sex, his cock was hard, he pulled it out and rubbed my ass but he didn't get naked. The second song ended and I was ready to jump off stage. The other dancer did too and waded into the crowd.
I scrambled over to Dave who was at the back bar.xi was still naked and my clothes were in left hand. He had a drink for me.
"See, you can do it whore, he said.
I ignored him.
"You faggot sluts like to be humiliated, he said.
"Why are you insulting me, I said.
"Cause you like that, everyone here knows you like that, being a submissive fag, slut, cumdump, you buy strippers but you just want be like them to whore yourself out, have a drink ...
He pushed a tequila to me. I shot it ..
"Time I left, I said ...
"nope . He said .. He suddenly reached and took my clothes away and threw them behind the bar.
" Hey, what's going on I said. ..
"You are going to learn to be a stripper, whore slut tonight, he replied, I've been paid good money by one of the richest dominant leather men in this city to make you a stripper. So far so good. He gloated .... "Come with me downstairs he said unless you like standing here naked.
I followed him back to the stairwell and down to the stripper change room. My clothes behind the bar. It was past midnight, busiest time for the club and no other dancers were there in the change room. My dick was still hard.
Stay here, he said, and he left through another door. I stood naked not sure what to do.