By lthr_jock
Paul hadn’t realised until then what a good friend Jay was. As Jay talked, Paul felt better, more relaxed and calmer. His situation wasn’t that bad – there were plenty of things he could do. Jay handed Paul another protein shake as he walked the big man around the park, constantly talking in a low voice that seemed to penetrate deep into Paul’s mind.
For over an hour, the two men walked around the park, Jay talking all the time, until the light began to fade as the sun went down. As they exited the park, Jay turned and put his hands on Paul’s shoulders.
“So, feeling better?”
“Yes – thanks, man, you really managed to put everything in perspective.” Paul sighed. “But I still don’t know what I’m going to do for a job.”
“Actually, I’ve got an idea about that. You agreed with me that your main problem with the job was the responsibility – what you need is something with no responsibility, low stress – something in the service industry.”
Paul nodded, and Jay continued.
“A friend of mine owns a night club, and I know he’s looking for more bar staff. I’m sure he’d give you a job – what do you think?”
As soon as Jay suggested it, Paul realised that it was the perfect solution. He grabbed Jay and hugged him. “Thanks, wow Jay that would be … well, I’ve always …”
“Wanted to do that?” Jay grinned. “Somehow I thought that might be the case.” He checked his watch. “They don’t open for a few hours, but I know Carl is always there at this time of the evening. Fancy heading around now and I’ll introduce you?”
Paul nodded and the two men set off. Jay said that the club wasn’t far and so they decided to walk. They headed in towards the shopping centre and after about half an hour, he found himself passing the entrance to Dante. To Paul’s surprise, they went down the alley beside the clothing store and stopped at a nondescript door. Beside the door was a bell, which Jay pressed. While waiting for a reply, Paul looked around and finally saw a small bronze plaque above the bell, which simply read “Inferno.”
After what seemed like an age, the door opened to reveal a tall, well-built man with cropped hair dressed in blue and black bike leathers. He smiled and shook Jay’s hand. “Good to see you, Jay.” He turned to look at Paul with his deep brown eyes. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.”
Paul went to automatically deny the statement as something about this man was strangely familiar, but the feeling quickly passed and he realised that he was mistaken and he held his hand out.
“I’m Paul, pleased to meet you …”
“Carl. The pleasure’s all mine.”
As the two men shook hands, Paul realised that the man wasn’t wearing leather at all. Rather, the bike suit was made of thick, padded rubber. He looked Carl up and down again and realised that under the rubber bike jacket, he was wearing a skin-tight blue and black rubber shirt which showed off his torso really well. As Paul looked down he could clearly see the outline of Carls cock. At the sound of a chuckle he looked up and blushed as he realised that he’d just been stood staring.
“Sorry, God, sorry, it’s just that I’ve never seen …” he tailed off. Jay smothered a chuckle and Carl raised an eyebrow.
“A cock?” suggested Carl
“No, god no — bike gear like that. Is that rubber?”
“Yes it is. And it looks like you like the view.” Carl looked pointedly down at Paul’s crotch, where his cock was making a noticeable bulge in the leather. Paul blushed and started to apologise.
“No need – both of you come inside and Jay can tell me why he has brought you here.”
Carl led the two men through a small corridor, past a cloakroom and into the quiet, dark club. Paul still couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been here before as they sat down at the bar. Carl offered the two men a drink. Paul refused but luckily Jay had another protein shake with him, which Paul chugged as the other two men drank from bottles of Becks.
“So, is this a social call, or can I help you with something?”
Jay explained Paul’s problem. Carl looked sympathetic “Well, I might be able to help you out. Stand up will you?” Paul complied. “OK – looking pretty good. Take off your jacket and shirt.”
Paul was surprised – and even more so as he shucked his jacket and shirt almost without thinking about it, exposing his massive hairy chest and trim stomach to the air of the club. Carl walked around Paul, openly appraising him. “Nice. The wristbands are a nice touch – though we usually provide somewhat different ones.” He winked at Jay as he said this, who grinned around his beer.
“Well, you certainly look after yourself Paul. I think we can give you a try.”
“Thanks – I really appreciate this.” Paul went to put his shirt back on and Carl stopped him.
“No need to do that. We open in a few hours, so no need for you to go away and come back. We’ll get you dressed appropriately, and then have some food. What do you think?”
Paul could do little but nod, and Carl led him through to the staff rooms behind the bar. There he found a small but comfortable changing room, with a walk in wardrobe beside it. Arrayed along the floor were several sets of boots and dangling from hangers were set upon set of clothes made of leather, lycra and rubber. “We’ll start you with something simple I think,” said Carl. Opening a set of drawers, he pulled out some thick leather shorts and grabbed a pair of black, knee length Rangers. “Here put these on – take off the wristbands too. Come outside when you’re ready.”
Left alone, Paul shucked off his boots, trousers and jockstrap and pulled the shorts on. He recognised the style – chastity shorts – so before he pulled them on, he used the toilet in the corner of the room. The shorts fit well, with his cock fitting snugly into the secure section in the front. He had no padlocks, so he just did the belt and thigh straps up as tight as possible. The boots took longer as he had to slide them over his huge feet and then steadily lace them up. Pulling on the laces as he threaded them through each eyelet, he finally had then laced on tightly, the white ladder lacing standing out against the black leather.
Finally, he removed his wristbands, stowed his gear in a pile on a chair and headed back out to the bar. Carl was stood behind the bar, Jay sat on a bar stool. Both men were eating slices of pizza and they looked up as Paul walked self-consciously in. Carl raised an eyebrow “very nice, very nice indeed.” He walked up to Paul and ran one hand over Paul’s hairy pecs. Paul could feel his cock trying to harden in the shorts.
“So,” said Carl, returning to his place behind the bar, “Jay tells me you’re interested in service rather than management.”
“Yes, that’s right. I don’t want the responsibility.”
“That’s good – just the right attitude. However, Paul, I need to know that the people under my employ will obey all my orders. Will you do that, Paul?”
“O … of course”
“Well, I have a little test, Paul. That’s okay with you isn’t it, a test as part of the interview for a job?”
“Yes, naturally.”
“Good.” Using his foot, Carl pushed something out from behind the bar. Paul looked down and saw a large chrome dog bowl with pizza cut up in pieces in it. He looked up at Carl, who simply raised an eyebrow. Paul got the hint and flushed as he crouched down and reached out to grab a piece of pizza.
“No.” Paul froze and then looked up to see Carl holding out what looked like at first like a pair of boxing gloves. “Hold out your hands.” Paul did so, and Carl pushed the gloves onto his hands. They weren’t gloves – they were just mitts – and once the thick leather was on, Paul found he couldn’t unclench his hands. Carl strapped them tightly in place and secured them with padlocks that he had ready. As he stepped back, Paul moved to all fours and bent his head to eat the pizza.
“One more thing.” Paul looked up to see Carl approaching with a thick leather collar. The collar was strapped tightly around Paul’s neck and then locked in place. “Now you can eat, pup.” Jay and Carl sat back as Paul bent his head to eat the pizza.
Paul was hesitant at first, picking up each piece carefully and trying to remain clean. However, he soon realised this would not work and he started grabbing each piece and gulping it down, careless of the sauce that smeared over his face. He heard Carl walk over and felt him tousle his hair. “Good boy.” Paul grimaced but returned to his meal. When complete, he looked up, pizza smeared over his face. The two men roared with laughter and Carl put another bowl down on the floor – this one brimming with water. Paul immediately buried his face in the water, drinking it deep and using it to sluice off the worst of the pizza sauce.
Paul went to stand up and immediately Carl snapped “No.” Obediently, Paul stayed on all fours. Carl walked over and snapped a chain leash to the back of Paul’s collar and then led him further into the club. As they moved in, Paul looked around to see all manner of bondage equipment lining the walls, interspersed with pictures of men in fetish gear, performing a variety of sexual acts. Again, Paul found his cock straining against the leather chastity shorts.
Carl led Paul to a dog cage in one corner and pushed him inside, Paul couldn’t turn around, the cage barely wide enough to admit his broad shoulders. Carl shoved him into a rough crouching position, and Paul felt the bars of the door tight against his backside as the tight cage was locked behind him. Carl reached into the cage and secured Paul’s chastity shorts with three padlocks. He then secured Paul’s leash above Paul’s head above the cage, so that Paul couldn’t lower his head. He then tousled Paul’s hair through the bars
“Well, you are certainly willing to obey orders. We’ll be opening in three hours, so you can stay here until then. Don’t worry – you won’t be playing the dog this evening – a bit tricky pouring drinks with those paws.” With a chuckle he walked away, leaving Paul alone in the gloom.
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This story is erotic gay fiction and is for mature audiences only. It may contain supernatural themes, sex scenes, violence, coarse language, drug use and other adult themes.
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