By lthr_jock
Dejan led Davis through the inner door and into the main bar of the club. Davis looked around him at the bare brick walls decorated with pictures of men – men naked, men clothed in fetish wear, men having sex. The bar itself was a huge affair of chrome and glass, illuminated with blue lights. But the men already in the club were what caught his attention – and he caught theirs. The sight of such a man like Davis, a man who would normally be considered a Top, collared and on a leash, was an unusual one. As such, it evoked a lot of interest – and a deal of lust.
Davis paused inside the door to look around. He could see men wearing leather, rubber, skinhead gear, even police uniforms. Some were naked except for shorts, others fully covered – including hoods. The music in the club made it difficult to make anything out, but he could hear sounds from darkened archways, which he associated with sex. He shook his head – what was he doing here?
His train of thought was stopped as Dejan jerked on the leash and led him over to an empty section of bar. Dejan turned to face him.
“No need to be nervous, Sergeant. I realise it’s your first time, but you’re going to have fun. What’s your poison?”
Davis grinned uncertainly, his previous concerns still at the forefront of his mind – for the life of him, he could not remember how he got here.
“A beer, just a beer.”
“Sure.” Dejan signalled to the barman and then turned back to Davis. “So, Sergeant, do you see anything you like?” He gently pulled Davis on the shoulder to get him to face into the room, so that he wouldn’t see the barman adding a powder to Davis’ beer. Dejan pointed at a man stood against the wall opposite. “How about him?” The man he pointed at was wearing a full leather uniform, heavy cleated boots, a leather military cap, sunglasses and was smoking a thick cigar. “You might have fun with him – he’s the Captain, so he outranks you.”
Davis felt his cock stirring against his jeans and blushed – what the hell was going on. In confusion, he turned back to face the bar. “No, no, I’m just here to scope the place out.”
“Oh well, if you change your mind, I’m sure the Captain will be happy to show you the ropes — as it were. Ah – here’s your beer.” Dejan handed the laced beer across to Davis and raised one himself. “Here’s to your first visit.” He took a large sip and Davis did the same. As the beer went down his throat, Davis looked around even more. He was increasingly concerned, increasingly nervous – and as each minute passed this ridiculous get up he was wearing was making him uncomfortable. Deajn could see his increasing agitation and hoped the drugs in the beer would take effect soon. He furtively signalled to the barman to set up a second beer.
“Drink up.” To encourage Davis, he drained his own bottle. “Once you’re done with that one, there is a test that new members must pass.”
Davis took a big swig of the beer. “A test? What sort of test?” Dejan grinned. “Nothing to worry about – just a sort of initiation. Bottoms up.” He waited until Davis drained the bottle and then pushed the next one forward. Davis reached for it. “Ah, ah, ah,” he wagged his finger at Davis. “This one you have to drink with no hands.”
Davis stepped back. “No hands? How the heck do I do that?”
Dejan chuckled. “Easy big guy, we’ve all done it.” He reached forward and took the rigid Speedcuffs off Davis’ belt. “As you came equipped, I assume you were warned.” Davis frowned – for some reason he was having problem remembering, but something — he remembered something. “Yeah, yeah sure.”
He held his hands out in front of him, and Dejan laughed. “Not that easy, fella.” He turned Davis around and pulled his hands behind him. Expertly, he secured his hands in place and double-locked the cuffs. Pulling his hands behind his back caused Davis’ chest to jut out more, making his pecs even more impressive under the white leather. Davis then couldn’t resist as Dejan removed his glasses and cap. “Wouldn’t want you to get them wet, would we?”
He reached behind the bar and pulled out a steel dog bowl, grinning at Davis he poured the beer into it and then put the bowl on the floor.
“There you go then, Sergeant, time to drink up.” Davis paused, then knelt down in front of the bowl, his movement difficult because of the handcuffs and the shackles on his ankles. He bent down over the bowl and lapped at the beer experimentally. For some reason, the situation aroused him and he could feel his cock leaking inside his jeans. He looked up to see Dejan chuckling and tossing the handcuff key from hand to hand.
“That’s the idea, boi, now drain it.” Davis bent to the bowl again and started to lap up the beer. As he did so he heard the clump of boots on the wooden floor and looked up to see the Captain standing over him. As Dejan tossed the key in the air, the Captain reached out and caught it.
“I think that I had better look after that, don’t you?”
Dejan grinned at the Captain “Yes, Sir, and don’t forget these as well.” And with that, he handed over the keys to the shackles and collar as well.
The Captain looked down, took a long drag on his cigar and looked down at Davis. “Drink up, boi. It’s going to be a long night.”
Davis felt something at the back of his mind telling him to rebel, to break free. But his head bent back down to the bowl, ignorant of the ash falling from the cigar and mixing with the beer in the bowl.
The Captain grinned. “Fletcher was right. This one is very receptive.” He chuckled with a deep booming laugh as the restrained sergeant lapped up the ash-stained beer.
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