This room has a bar pool table and scattered tables, and lots and lots of men of various shapes and sizes. Some larger and hairy, others rail thin and as smooth as a woman, still many very stacked muscle bound guys too. A range of ages but skewing older than me with many much older.
As I'm absorbing all this, moving through the crowd and trying.. l. and miserably failing to avoid wandering hands. I know I have absolutely no choice and I' required to bear with this to find Jonathan. Someone pinches my nipple, someone else grabs my cock over the fabric, another slaps my ass. It dumbfounds me that just two weeks ago, even fully clothed, no man other than my doctor had ever laid hands on my body, and in just two weeks, I've had so many men grope and tease whatever part of my body they wish, without hesitation or question, stripping my clothing out of their way or completely off if and when they wish and they choose to... I lost count many men ago at 50 or 60 I'm not sure.
I'm obviously overwhelmed as one of the thin smooth very young looking men, wearing a pair of tight very short black shorts and a leather collar around his neck, turns from the bar and hands me a shot.
"From us" he glances toward a rough around the edges looking very built older man who nods at me. I'm jealous of how much fabric he has on him, and that it's solid fabric not mesh. "Are you here alone?"
I reply "a ... friend of mine... I'm trying to find him"
"Ah.... Nice jock, oh... and nice cock ring and leash... oh my and very nice cock too by the way" he smiles and I blush, being reminded how little this fabric covers me and how sheer it is too.
"Thank you". I gratefully take the shot, desperately needing it, as I feel him take my leash and playfully tug on it, tugging on my semi hard cock as he smiles at me coyly. I blush again and he hands me a cocktail which I also gratefully accept even as he's obviously teasing me and my situation and my cock.
"You should hold this leash in your hand before someone ... or a many someone's in a group... claim you. And only give it to someone you are sure you are comfortable with having it. If you can't find your friend, come back and we can show you ... the ropes..."
My mind explodes as I realize how lucky I am this couple has stopped me and given me this advice before some other random man... or men decided to take my leash and claim me!
"Wow .. thank you for the advice" I say meaning it sincerely.
"... is it ok I'm straight?"
The response from both of them is simply laughter... "only if you want that cute straight bubble butt to become the most enticing challenge here tonight! You'll be making your ass the prime target for every top gay man here"
I'm a bit embarrassed so I raise my glass in thanks and walk off to try to regain my dignity somehow. Men are eyeing me aggressively as I walk past. Some groups are impossibly tight to pass through and often when trying to squeeze by, I'll feel one two or occasionally many hands on various parts of my body. Humiliatingly some of those fingers wander inside the little fabric I'm barely if fully covered by, caressing my skin, toying with my cock and balls, directly wherever they choose without asking for permission. I feel the fabric slid down to mid thigh and struggle to pull it back up as it's often pulled right back down leaving my cock, hardening from all the unwanted attention, fully exposed and giving the wrong impression, unintentionally inviting more men toy want to play with my body.
"Are you alone sexy... If it was up to me you'd just be wearing the leash, we always love a sexy newbie sub visiting us for training" he grins as he literally devours me with his eyes.
"Thank you that's very flattering" I reply sincerely though simultaneously blushing deeply knowing these men see me as a possible sex toy for their pleasure. "I'm supposed to meet a friend... Jonathan... I've never been here before... I'm actually straight... and not sub...."
"Oh, is that the situation... hmmm... Jonathan.... Hmmm oh yeah, I think you should look for him in the back room. There's a show starting soon that... seeing how he dressed you.... I think he may want to see. Just take those stairs up over that raised dance floor and through the curtain at the back."
"Oh wow thanks, I'm so nervous walking around here alone trying to find him". I find hope in his words and keep fingers crossed I can find him and be allowed to leave.
"I'll show you the way". Without asking he swipes the leash from my hand and begins leading me past the crowd, through groups of men dancing. He slows to dance occasionally, each time he does I find myself in the middle of a group of men. I blush deeply hoping to be hurried past.... as their hands take advantage of my pause.... inspect my chest and arms, sliding the jock aside to grab and tease my cock... fingers freely sliding between my ass cleavage and humiliatingly, but not infrequently he pauses long enough where one or more of those fingers probe my virgin hole and slide inside, or for someone grinding on my leg or ass, and can tell their cock is hard despite the thin separation by fabric. I gasped audibly as I felt two men groping my ass and probing my hole simultaneously, in unison sliding their fingers inside me for what seemed hours but was likely a few minutes. I gasped many more times and humiliatingly realize they thought I was moaning in pleasure... and more humiliatingly I'm not sure if I wasn't.... i think furthering the wrong impression and my gasps causing one of them to insert another finger.... And yet deeper humiliation realizing I have two gay men fucking my hole with 3 fingers and they may be right about me moaning. I'm utterly relieved when we begin moving again just as I felt the second man try to add another finger to the party happening in my hole.
My new `friend' leading me by leash tethered to my cock and balls on this insanely embarrassing journey looks back "oh... are you gasping with pleasure? You certainly are seeming to enjoy the attention... are you sure you're straight? You definitely make an appealing sub... and well maybe even more so if you are straight and moan from being finger fucked by two gay men simultaneously"
He smiles.
"Stop being a tease and fucking all these men's fingers with your tight straight ass, let's go..". He tugs on the leash. I gasp, the pull on the cock ring makes me wince. Despite how deeply I don't want to be in this position, I've learned there is some truth in what he's saying. The attention is flattering, it has made me feel so very sexy. I try to close my eyes and imagine the physical touch is a crowd of women since it's hard to deny the sensations don't feel good... but it's a brief relief before my daydream passes and I'm tacitly reminded it's men touching me, how , where and when they wish.
Somehow, being clearly aware it's men, and that I have no choice but to let them... like a very cruel joke... makes my skin so sensitive to their touch so incredibly heightened, the pain of being spanked or pinched the sensations so much more heightened... but oh fuck I moaned aloud again... So deeply mortifying the hyper sensitivity the situation causes makes the sensation of pleasure so heightened... making it hard not to let out the occasional gasp of pleasure... betraying me by admitting to the pleasure... while misleading all hearing my moan that I want to be their toy to use.
I stumble a bit not noticing the steps up to the raised dance floor and we move through relatively quickly to my relief. Until of course I'm in the middle of 5 men who all begin dancing with me in the middle in unison. To my horror they are all stripped to just boxer briefs and I'm immersed in skin to skin contact nearly over my entire body, unintentionally but seemingly encouraging all of them to touch more and how they wish.
Grinding themselves on my legs and ass as I try to wiggle away to no avail... if anything I think they interpreted the wiggle as me grinding my ass or leg onto their cock as they seem to respond with vigor. I gasp a bit in shock as I can can tell at least one of them has already gotten hard, with the cheeks of my ass straddling his hard cock through the thin tight underwear he's wearing as firmly grasps my hips and begins grinding his hips and cock between my cheeks. My gasp again gives them all the wrong impression and seems to cause them to grind more deeply and with intention for their cocks to enjoy the rhythmic rubbing on my body.
This grinding and groping goes on for what feels an age before I wince as the cock ring tugs my balls firmly. For this I'm grateful to my `new friend' says "stop being a tease straight boi". I realize all the groping and grinding must have caused me to unconsciously wiggle and move my hips. How deeply horny I am after having been teased for hours and hours... and edged mercilessly. I am dying to cum, and my hips have a mind of their own, responding to these men's hands. I nearly beg one of them to make me cum.
The firm tug releases me from the group, drawing me forward firmly through the curtain to the back room that I have hopes will hold the key to allowing me to finally get clothed, go home... and jerk off to release all this built up cum.
Lights are shining into my eyes as I pass through, blindly following the direction of force on my cock. As my eyes adjust I see my `new friend' speaking to another man on the stage. As I take in the surroundings, I notice we are the only 3 on the stage, but the floor below is packed with dozens of men of various ages shapes and sizes, many shirtless, some, like me, without pants in the minority.
My new friend' catches my attention and says.... "Well since you are wearing that and chose to enter through the stage it seems you've volunteered for a bondage demonstration. I know you'll be a good boy, and now your inner submissive slut will love every moment". I feel the leash pull my balls in a direction opposite to the direction my `new friend' goes off the stage and realize the other man, a new complete stranger I've never even seen before, now has control of my leash!