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Damn he was hot, Tony thought. All Johnny Cash in his black shirt and pants. He was a stud. a fucking hot as shit sexy as hell love machine and he was going to get so laid tonight! Tony sprayed on extra cologne with the pheromone musk.

Tony had struck out with all the secretaries at his work so he was surprised when one of them recommended a bar where the ladies were all looking to hook up. And if the women were as slutty as advertised, Tony had his little bag of helpers he had bought from his dealer. A combination of roofies and Spanish Fly the guy had said.

Tony carefully followed the directions to the bar. It was in a dark corner of town Tony had never gone too before. The whole place seemed somehow creepy. He could almost swear he saw two dudes holding hands and kissing as he drove by but pushed the thought out of his head. Why would a dude want to kiss another dude?

Finally he found the bar he was looking for, The MANdate. Weird name for a bar but the music sounded great. Tony could bust a move and impress the chicks.

Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be a lot of women here. It was a total sausage factory.

Finally he saw a hottie sitting by herself. That was weird because one would think that all the men here would have swarmed all over a hot piece of tail like that. But the other men in the bar didn’t seem to notice her. Oh well, Tony thought, their loss.

“Hey baby, what you doing here?”, Tony said smoothly. Or at least it was smooth in his own head.

“Uhh having a drink.”

“You know that glass ain’t the only thing you could wrap your lips around tonight.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Does that bar stool have a tongue? Funny, I do!”

“What the? Asshole, get away from me!”

Damn none of his best lines were working. Time for plan B. “Wait, I’m sorry. I was a jerk. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it and I’ll never bother you again.”

“Fine whatever.”, The woman rolled her eyes but went back to her drink.

Tony bought a fruity drink, the kind girls liked and before he got back to the table slipped one of the little white pills in his pocket into the glass. He laid the drink on the table. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

“Hey Did you slip something into my girls friend’s drink?”, A man accused Tony. wait, that wasn't’ a man, he had breasts.

“’What.. No! I don't’ know what you are talking about!” , Tony lied but by this time the bouncer had come over.

“This sleaze slipped something into My girlfriend’s drink!”

“Is that true sir?”

“No. Of course not. “

“Then why don't’ you take a drink. Prove it!”, the disturbingly mannish looking woman demanded. And why did she keep calling her friend her “girlfriend”? Wait a minute! The rusty gears behind Tony’s beetle brow slowly began to churn. Something weird was going on here.

“Uhh I don’t drink. I mean, that’s a fag drink. I mean...”, Tony was now drawing a crowd and for some reason they seemed to not like Tony. “Ok I put a little relaxer in there. So what? is that a crime?”

“Uhh yes. Yes it is..”, the Bouncer said as if talking to a small XXXX.

Sweat ran down Tony’s face. He had to get out of here. Quickly he rushed for the door... and didn't’ make even two feet before the bouncer gut punched him. Tony collapsed to the ground.

....

Tony awoke slowly. The first thing he noticed was his hands were tied behind his back. The second thing he noticed was when he tried exclaiming, “What the Fuck.” Instead only incoherent “mmphs” came out. Tape had been wrapped around his head, sealing his mouth. With difficulty Tony managed to get a sitting position.

“I’m not sure we should do this.”, Tony heard the bouncer say. Beside him was another man.

“I told you, ”, the other man said, “I cant’ afford to have the cops involved. They would love to use any excuse to shut this place down.

“Mmmpph!” Tony complained. Ok, so he tried to get laid in a less then ethical manner but that didn’t mean they could just tie his ass up like this.

“Tie his feet and then go. I’ll take care of this guy. don’t worry. he won’t say anything. not unless he wants to be dropped off at the police with that little bag of his. He has as much to lose as we do. More.”, the other man said and despite his struggles, Tony soon had his legs bound. The bouncer and his boss then left, leaving Tony alone in the bar’s back room to struggle and moan. He fought against the ropes but they held him tight. Tony tried to scream for help. But somehow he had the idea that even if he hadn’t been gagged, few would all that interested in helping him.

Tony stayed like that for hours in agony. Not just from being bound and helpless but because the roofies wasn’t the only XXXX he had purchased. The Viagra was kicking in and his dick rubbed against the fabric of his pants. He was horny as hell and now way to get off.

The bar owner came back in to check on his guest. He seemed about to say something but noticed the bulge in Tony’s trousers.

“Well, maybe you didn’t come to the wrong bar after all.”. Tony was XXXX to his feet. His eyes went wide as his fly was unzipped and his hard dick flipped right out. But the man did not stop at his penis. Tony’s short was unbuttoned and his hairy chest exposed. “Well, aren’t we the macho one. Always liked the chest hair. Smooth boys do nothing to for me.”, the man played with Tony’s nipple’s. Tony grunted in XXXX and rage as his chest and dick were played with. But bound and gagged, there was nothing Tony could do. His pants were pulled down and Tony’s molester seemed to take special delight in playing with tony’s balls as they flopped around. The man then took each of Tony’s bubble buns in his hands and rubbed them.

And to Tony’s XXXX, his dick only got harder. Tony had no interest in being felt up by another guy. But his dick wouldn’t go down. And the pressure was getting worse. The bar owner seemed to know exactly where to put his hands. Except every time Tony was sure he would explode, the bar owner moved to a new spot on his body. Tony grunted in rage at the frustration.

Tony was whirled around and his ass slapped hard. “Sorry buddy but I think you owe everyone something before you get yours. But don't’ worry. You’ll get laid tonight. One way or the other. I couldn't’ forgive myself if I let an ass that nice get away.”

Tony’s eyes went wide at that statement. he was pushed back onto the table and left alone again. Desperately he struggled again in his ropes and as before he remained as tied up as ever. And any minute a bar full of horny gay guys was going to fuck him! What the hell was he going to do?!

Back in the bar the owner sat down to get a drink.

“You really going to have fun with that guy?”, the bartender asked.

“Good God I’m tempted. An ass like that is wasted on a straight dude. But no. Let him stew for a while, worrying about it though. Serve the bastard right. we’ll let him go in the morning.”

The next day Tony almost got fired for being so late to work. But he was a lot more respectful towards woman ever since.

The End

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/21/2008