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?”
