Made this story on my other account, I’m gonna repost it here.
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Oliver twisted and turned in front of the mirror, inspecting his reflection from every angle. Tonight was a special Pride Night and he and his rugby friend Tyler had planned a covert trip to a nearby bar. The anticipation buzzed through him, making it hard to focus on anything but the night ahead.
His phone vibrated with a message from Tyler.
"Make sure you're wearing a color from the rainbow flag tonight so we get into that gay bar. I hear they give free drinks to hot studs, dude."
Oliver smirked and replied, "What color are you wearing?"
"Black and grey. Actually, I'm rocking our away rugby uniform," Tyler texted back.
"Solid idea," Oliver muttered as he headed to his closet. He quickly found his bright yellow rugby jersey. Made of bold mesh and leather, it was perfect for the night—light and breathable, with just the right amount of edge. He grabbed the matching shorts, which had the same yellow mesh with black leather accents, and finished the look with long, striped socks.
Pulling on the uniform, Oliver admired how the mesh fit snugly against his lean, muscular frame, showing off his hard work in the gym. The shorts hugged his hips, highlighting his toned legs and other assets. It was a bold look, perfect for standing out on a night like this.
His phone buzzed again. "I'm here," Tyler texted.
"On my way," Oliver replied, slipping out of his room and quietly leaving through the front door.
He was ready for whatever the night had in store.
Oliver slipped out of his house and spotted Tyler's car parked at the curb. The familiar sight of the old sedan made him smile. He jogged over and slid into the passenger seat, the door creaking slightly as it shut.
Tyler glanced over with a grin, his dark eyes flashing with mischief. "About time, man. Thought you bailed on me."
Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "As if I'd let you have all the fun without me."
But as he looked over at Tyler, his breath caught.
The grey and black away rugby uniform hugged Tyler's body in a way that Oliver hadn't really noticed before. The jersey fit snugly over his broad shoulders and chest, and the shorts emphasized his strong legs. Oliver's eyes drifted down, and he quickly snapped them back up, trying to focus on anything other than how good his friend looked tonight.
"Nice outfit," Oliver said, aiming for casual. But his voice came out a bit more strained than he intended.
Tyler smirked and flexed a little, clearly enjoying the attention. "Thanks. Figured l'd keep it simple but, you know, still look good."
It was then that Oliver noticed the leather chest harness strapped across Tyler's torso. The dark leather contrasted sharply with the grey jersey, adding an edge to Tyler's usual laid-back vibe. It was bold, almost too bold for Tyler, but somehow it worked.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the way his heart was suddenly racing. "And the harness?
Since when do you wear stuff like that?"
Tyler shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why not? It's Pride Night. Gotta step it up, right?"
Oliver nodded, forcing himself to look out the window instead of at the way the harness accentuated Tyler's chest. Normally, he'd tease Tyler for something like this, but tonight... Tonight, it was different. Something in the air had shifted between them, and Oliver could feel it settling in the pit of his stomach. He tried to shake it off, but the image of Tyler in that uniform kept creeping back into his mind.
They pulled away from the curb, heading toward the city. The streets grew busier as they left the quiet suburbs behind, and the low hum of the engine mixed with the rhythmic beats of the pop songs playing on the radio. It was their usual mix— comfortable silence punctuated by the occasional joke or comment about the night ahead.
But tonight, Oliver found himself stealing glances at Tyler more often than usual. His friend seemed to radiate a different kind of energy, one that Oliver couldn't quite put his finger on. Every time Tyler laughed or made a sarcastic remark, Oliver's heart skipped a beat. It was unnerving, this sudden awareness of his friend, but he couldn't deny it.
They finally entered the city, the familiar streets giving way to grittier buildings and neon lights.
The vibe here was edgier, rawer, and it matched the nervous excitement bubbling in Oliver's chest.
Tyler navigated the narrow streets with ease, finally pulling up to their destination—a seedy little bar with a neon sign that flickered "The Raven's Nest" in jagged purple letters.
The place looked rough, with peeling paint and darkened windows, but that was part of the charm. A few people lingered outside, smoking and chatting, their laughter drifting into the night air. It wasn't the classiest spot, but it had character, and tonight, that was all that mattered.
Tyler parked, and they both got out, the night air cool against their skin. Oliver took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He didn't know what was going on with him tonight, but whatever it was, he couldn't let it ruin their plans.
Tyler glanced over, adjusting the harness with a smirk. "Ready for this, Ollie?"
Oliver smiled back, feeling the familiar warmth of their friendship mix with something new, something that made his pulse quicken. "Yeah.
As they walked toward the bar, Oliver couldn't help but let his eyes linger on Tyler's back, the harness a constant reminder of the strange, exciting feelings swirling inside him. Maybe it was the night, maybe it was the outfit, or maybe it was something that had been there all along, finally surfacing. Whatever it was, Oliver knew tonight would be unforgettable.
The two friends slowly made their way into the bar, weaving through a crowd of patrons dressed in everything from monochromatic outfits to fetish wear and leather. The dim lighting made the place feel even more intimate, shadows dancing across the walls as the heavy bass of the music thumped in the background. Oliver swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves. This was new territory for him, and the intensity of it all was a bit overwhelming.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his back. Tyler leaned in close, his breath brushing against Oliver's ear as he whispered, "Dude, it'll be fine.
Lighten up. I'll go grab us some drinks."
The simple gesture, the familiar sound of Tyler's voice, sent a wave of comfort through Oliver. He smiled to himself, feeling a little more grounded.
Right. It would all be fine. Tyler was here, and that was enough to make him feel safe in this unfamiliar space.
Inside, the bar was more crowded than it had seemed from the outside. The walls seemed to close in as bodies pressed together, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and alcohol.
Oliver found himself pushing through the sea of people, feeling like a sardine in a tin can. The heat of the crowd was stifling, and every few steps, a hand would brush against him-sometimes lingering, sometimes playful, but always unsettling.
Tyler finally made contact with the old wooden bar, sinking into its worn surface as he rested his weight. The bar's lacquered finish gleamed dimly in the low light, casting a soft reflection of the bar's eclectic interior.
From Oliver's left came a deep, gruff voice. "You good there, stud? Looking awfully tired for this early in the evening."
Oliver looked up to see a man lounging on a weathered stool not far from him, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. The man's presence seemed to dominate the space around him. His eyes were weary but sharp, and a hint of amusement danced in their depths.
"Yes, I- it's just a lot," Oliver replied, offering a weak smile towards the man. He studied the figure before him, noting the man's slightly older appearance. He took in the details: the salt-and-pepper of his facial hair, the whiskey that dribbled down his chin as he sipped, and the relaxed tie that hung askew over his unbuttoned white dress shirt.
The man's leather jacket creaked softly as he shifted, the black fur collar around his neck absorbing and muting the surrounding noise of the bar. The jacket's presence seemed to create a cocoon of solitude amid the bustling conversations, adding a layer of rugged elegance to his demeanor.
The man let out a comforting smile and chuckled.
"It can be pretty overwhelming for your first time out."
"How-how did you know?" Oliver stuttered, leaning in closer to the man.
The man's smile widened, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "No offense, but you've got 'greenie' written all over you." He took another drag from his cigar, the smoke curling lazily in the air. "I like the outfit though. It says a lot.""
"It does?" Oliver asked, his confusion evident.
The man nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "Well, for one, it tells me you play rugby... and that you're fond of yellow. Did you pick that specific color for any reason, boy?" His voice was gruff yet oddly soothing, with the faint aroma of whiskey and smoke lingering in the air.
At the mention of "boy," Oliver straightened, pulling back slightly from the bar. "Not really. It's just the color of the uniform for our team. My friend Tyler's actually wearing our grey and black away uniform..." Oliver glanced around the bar, searching for his friend. "I'm not really sure where he is right now. He was supposed to get me a drink."
The man's eyes gleamed with interest as he sipped his whiskey. "Grey and black, you say?
Good colors. I'm partial to those myself, but yellow's not so bad either." He gave Oliver an appraising look, his gaze lingering with an intense curiosity.
Oliver continued scanning the crowd, trying to spot Tyler's familiar figure amidst the sea of patrons. The bar's cacophony of voices and clinking glasses faded into the background as he focused on finding his friend.
"Would you like a drink? What's your name?" The man in leather asked.
"It's... it's Oliver. Sure I'll have a drink." Oliver said settling down onto the stool next to the man.
"Hunter. But most people around here call me sir."
Hunter said with a deep tone.
"Well then hunter. I will take a drink. Do you think they have vodka redbulls here?" Oliver asked.
"Of course they have vodka redbulls here it's a gay bar," Hunter responded waving down the bartender.
The bartender caught the man's eye and made his way over with a purposeful stride. His appearance was striking, the heat of the bar making his skin glisten, whether from oil or sweat. He wore a leather jockstrap and a matching chest harness that squeezed his well-defined muscles, highlighting his physique with every step he took.
As he approached, the combination of leather and sweat created an aura of raw, sensual energy that added to the bar's already charged atmosphere.
"A vodka redbull with raven candy for the boy over here." Hunter said pointing at Oliver.
"I thought I was your boy sir?" The bartender said with fake desperation.
"Always" Hunter said with a chuckle before waving the bartender away to make the drink.
"I can help you find your friend. I know almost everyone here and if anyone has seen him they'll tell me." Hunter said with a smirk.
"Oh you don't have to..." Oliver said.
"No it's my pleasure." Hunter responded.
"Okay well he's in an outfit exactly like this but in grey and black... umm... oh and he's wearing this leather chest harness too." Oliver blurted out.
"Okay I'll send the word out." Hunter said tapping the guy behind him on the shoulder and whispering a few words to him. Like wildfire the man behind Hunter turned and told a few more which turned and told a few more.
"Wow you really do know some people" Oliver exclaimed with a smile, the vodka redbull sliding across the counter into his hand.
"I know people who know people." Hunter responded.
Oliver took a sip of his drink and began to taste the alcohol on his tongue. The sweet soothing taste of intoxication made his body hot and blush.
Oliver continued quickly sipping the drink down, watching someone tap Hunter on the shoulder and whisper something into his ear.
"He's in the back room. Just below that neon red sign." Hunter said gesturing to the glowing sign above the dark doorway in the back of the bar.
"Oh..." Oliver whispered nervously. "Okay well. Thank you... I'm gonna try and find him I guess."
"Do you want me to show you?" Hunter asked sitting up from his chair. He was a lot taller than Oliver expected, his large frame towering over him.
Oliver felt blush rush over his face, not knowing whether to contribute it to the alcohol or the intimidatingly sexy man in front of him.
"That would be nice... uhh. Hunter sir..." Oliver said finishing his drink and putting it down on the bar.
"Follow me boy." Hunter said outstretching a gloved leather hand.
Oliver grabbed his hand and felt Hunters large fingers intertwine into his.
Hunter tugged on his hand and led him through the crowded and sweaty bar.
As Oliver was lead through the dancing and dim masses he felt hands on his skin. Groping his muscles and touching his ass. To be honest with a little alcohol in his system Oliver didn't mind it.
Hunter paused by the dark door marked with a glowing red arrow, his stern gaze fixed on Oliver.
"Now, you're going to see some things in here, boy. Some very, very naughty things. Do I have your word you'll stay with me?"
Oliver nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement.
"I need verbal confirmation and a sir at the end of your sentence. There are very defined roles in this space, and if you want to find your friend, you need to respect that, boy," Hunter commanded firmly.
"Yes, sir. I'm ready," Oliver replied, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation.
"Good," Hunter said, his tone approving. "Now, to enter, I'm all set, but you need something extra. Leather. Turn around for me." He placed his hands on Oliver's shoulders and gently spun him away from the door.
Oliver glanced out at the sea of bar patrons, catching a few snickering drunks and flirtatious glances as he turned. He felt Hunter's strong hands grip his wrists, pulling them to the small of his back. Firm leather cuffs were fastened around his wrists, tightened securely, and fastened with a padlock. The cuffs were then attached to a leather leash that brought his wrists high up his back.
A small moan escaped Oliver's lips in response to the sudden restriction. He could almost sense Hunter smirking behind him.
"Hold still for this part, boy," Hunter whispered in Oliver's ear.
A firm leather collar was wrapped around Oliver's neck, black with a yellow stripe down the center.
"It matches your outfit, boy. Yellow." Hunter's voice was almost tender as he adjusted the strap, connecting it to the leash and clipping it to the back of the collar. Oliver attempted to move his hands but found them firmly restricted, high on his back, with the collar's tight fit making any further movement precarious.
Hunter's large hands rested on Oliver's shoulders again, giving him a quick, approving spin to face him once more. "You look so much better like this, boy... Now we can find your friend."
With that, Hunter began to back into the dark hallway, disappearing into the shadows.
"Wait! Come back!" Oliver called out, taking hesitant steps into the darkness, his anticipation growing as he followed Hunter into the unknown.
Oliver walked, blindly, through the dark series of room. As the music from the main bar began to fade, a symphony of moaning filled Oliver's ears.
He could ear sweaty bodies around him intertwining, and slapping against each other. The sound of squealing and pleading mixed with the sounds of pain and pleasure. He naturally tried putting his hands out in place of his eyes but they stayed secure behind him, leaving him with the hope of not bumping into anything.
"Tyler?!" Oliver whispered. "Sir Hunter?"
No response came from the darkness.
Shit. He let some random man lead him into a dark room.
All thoughts faded away when he felt a gloved hand grab his cheek and the smell of whiskey and smoke invade his mouth. Hunters lips intertwined gently with Oliver's, causing his body to relax in submissive bliss. Oliver let out a small moan as he kissed Hunter deeper, feeling his shaved beard tickle his skin.
"Hunter sir where is my friend" Oliver whispered.
"Shhh shh shhh" Hunter whispered back. "Quiet. This is not a place of talking but a place of pleasure."
A rubbed object invaded Oliver's mouth cutting off his speech mid sentence. "I told you to be quiet. Now look what I have to do. I told you there are rules." The rubber piece dug deep into his throat, another larger piece in the shape of a funnel sticking out in front of his face. Quickly, Hunter secured the gag to Oliver's head with a few tight straps making the gag form a water tight seal around Oliver's mouth.
Oliver let out a helpless moan.
"That's it boy. No words. Now let's find your friend. Hunter said grabbing Oliver by the collar and dragging him deeper into the darkness.
The pair wandered around in the sexual inferno of the bars back rooms until the two stumbled upon a dimly lit bathroom bathed in red neon light. The bathroom was far from clean, covered in graffiti, cum and piss stains and the occasional line of coke.
Hunter abruptly shoved Oliver down onto the cold, tiled floor. Oliver skidded across the grimy surface, the smell of stale urine filling the air. He winced as he landed, the rough texture of the tiles against his skin.
Without missing a beat, Hunter efficiently clipped the back of Oliver's collar to the exposed pipes between two of the urinals. The metal glinted dully under the dim red bathroom lights as Hunter fastened the clip, securing Oliver's collar firmly in place. The tension on the leash pulled Oliver's head back slightly, leaving him anchored to the spot, vulnerable and exposed in the dingy restroom.
Oliver groaned desperately into his gag, the red light now illuminating the bathroom. Several men surrounded him, shaking their cocks in their hands.
"Other than your team colors, do you know what that shade of yellow means? Boy" Hunter said with a menacing tone, unzipping his leather pants to reveal his large uncut cock. It poked out of his pants, then flopped down between his legs, swaying back and forth.
Oliver grunted into his gag, pulling on his wrist restraints and the collar that kept him in his place between the two urinals.
"Let me give you another drink to demonstrate the meaning..." Hunter said approaching the vulnerable Oliver.
Hunter lined his large cock up to the funnel of Oliver's gag and let out a deep groan.
After a few seconds, Oliver felt salty warm piss flow down his throat. He tried his best not to swallow, groaning and fighting his restraints, but the gag was in too deep and the piss flowed straight down his throat to his stomach.
"Hey are you sure this guy is down for this?" A random guy in the bathroom questioned.
"Non consensual acts are part of his fantasy. I mean look at him. Coming here in yellow. Begging me to tie him up and use him as a urinal. Trust me he wants it. It's just part of his thing to struggle a bit. Sick freak right?" Hunter responded.
Some of the anonymous men around Oliver chuckled, the next one in line replacing hunters spot right in front of Oliver.
"Oh and he doesn't mind if you miss a bit." Hunter said with confidence to the men.
The new man's piss landed on Oliver's head, missing the target completely, coating his body in warm fluids. Oliver struggled in his bonds.
"Next!" Hunter ordered, the line moving forward.
After a few forced drinks of piss a familiar face made its way to the front of the line.
"Oliver?" Tyler asked in confusion.
Oliver bucked back in forth in desperation, moaning and groaning into his gag, now covered in sticky wet piss. His uniform was now soaked, showing his muscles and rock hard cock.
"You must be the famous Tyler l've heard so much about..." Hunter said stepping from the shadows, back lit by the red neon lights.
"Who are you?" Tyler asked.
"Just the man Oliver begged to turn him into this mess." Hunter said motioning to Oliver's helpless state.
"Really dude? I had no idea you were into this... well since l'm here.." Tyler said pulling his large cock out of his rugby shorts.
"You know he's been talking about you all night..." Hunter said stepping behind Tyler. His hands beginning to rub Tyler's pecks.
Hunter let out a deep moan, stroking his cock.
"Yep... how he wants to be fucked and dominated by you... how he loved your harness..." Hunter said in a low whisper.
"He was looking at it a lot on the ride over.." Tyler whispered, convinced.
"Why don't you put some pressure on his cock while you piss in his gag. Not too much or he might blow his load at the sight of you." Hunter suggested.
With a smirk Tyler put his booted foot on Oliver's cock, pressing down on his member.
Oliver let out a sensitive moan, thrusting his hips in pleasure.
Tyler let a warm stream of piss flow into Oliver's gag, and Oliver swallowed quickly.
"Why don't you come with me Hunter while the bar continues playing with your friend. We have a lot to discuss..." Hunter said putting a hand on Oliver's shoulder and leading him into the dark recesses of the bar.
From that point on, the night turned into a blur for Oliver. Taking loads upon loads of piss. Some even came up to him and unloaded fountains of cum across his body. By the morning light a pool of piss and cum had formed around him on the bathroom floor, his brain left in a foggy haze.
"You did good tonight boy. I expect you back here next week. And your friend will keep you to that.
Tyler is promising to be... well... my second in command." Hunter said undoing Oliver's restraints.
"If it's okay with you l'm gonna sit here for a second." Oliver responded weakly.
Hunter chuckled. "Thought so."
