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I guess I was pretty clueless when I went to work at Thaxter?s. I knew it was a gay bar and all, but I assumed today?s gay bars weren?t that different from straight ones. I definitely didn?t expect getting hung from the fly loft like a random piece of meat. But apparently there?s a first time for everything.I should probably back up and say I was always a theater geek. You know the type: the guy who spent his teen years playing Troy in High School Musical, though he was really lusting after Zac Efron, or Danny in Grease, who could sing and dance with the best of them yet had a hard time convincingly kissing a girl. My college years were basically more of the same: the theater was my home, though I did get to hang out with more gay guys like me, and our shows were more along the lines of Christopher Marlowe and Eugene O?Neill. But it turned out that finding a job was a lot harder than I?d expected. I was basically broke when I heard Thaxter?s needed a stage manager, so I went for it? not that I had much of a choice.It wasn?t till my first day of work that I realized I?d be running their strip shows. Part of me was freaked out, since I was so sheltered I?d never set foot inside a strip joint before. But it turned out it wasn?t that different from staging anything else. It was just that the props were way naughtier, and the boys were in skimpier costumes. And best of all, being backstage, I got to see more than the audience ever did.For the first week or two, I just got horny as hell, though I was too chicken to do much about it. The dancers were fucking hot, but I couldn?t bring myself to flirt with any of Büyükçekmece escort them. Not to mention there were always sex toys lying around, and I couldn?t help wanting to take them for a spin.I did get keys to the building, so one night when we were closed, I snuck into the backstage entrance. I knew this was a crazy idea? I was going to jack off at work? but somehow that made it all the more enticing. Plus I was pretty sure I wasn?t the first dude to get off in a gay bar.At first the building was totally dark, so I used the glow from my phone to navigate backstage. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest; I hadn?t cum in days, so my dick was throbbing with anticipation, and I couldn?t wait to get down to business.I found the switch for the work lights, and I flicked them on. I scanned the shelves full of props, which included all the sex supplies you could think of: dildos, masks, lube, you name it. Eventually I licked my lips and picked up one of the butt plugs. Then I walked over to a couch that we used in some of the sets.I looked over my shoulder for a second. It seemed like the coast was clear, so I undid my pants and let my hungry cock bounce free. Then I stripped off the rest of my clothes.I knew there was no turning back, but I couldn?t have stopped myself if I?d wanted to. I laid down naked on the couch, spread my legs, and lubed up my pucker. Then I got the butt plug into position, and slowly but surely, I guided it into my hole.The tip of the butt plug seemed to catch against my sphincter, but then it popped right in. I let out a little Çatalca escort bayan gasp, and I savored the feeling of it all the way inside me. I had to force myself not to touch my shaft, since I wanted to prolong the sensation as long as I could.I clenched my ass, and I started dreaming of one of the strippers fucking me. The guy?s name was Madison, and I?d always feasted my eyes on his body: thick cock, dangly balls, tight ass, washboard abs, the works. It wasn?t hard to imagine his dick impaling me, rearranging my insides, pounding away.?Oh yeah,? I said as I fucked myself with the plug in one hand and my shaft in the other. I let my primeval instincts take over, and I found myself working my ass. I threw my head back, and I fantasized about how Madison?s lips might feel against mine. Not to mention how his face would look from just inches away. And how his tongue would taste, how his breath would smell, and how his groans would sound.Best of all, I knew Madison was a bad boy. His family had disowned him, though I wasn?t sure why, and it didn?t seem to matter. The naughtier he was, the better, at least for the purposes of jack-off material??What the hell?? came a voice.My heart jumped into my throat. I scrambled up from the couch, though there was no hiding what I?d been doing. There I was, naked as the day I was born, with my dick standing at attention and a plug up my ass.I recognized the assistant manager, a buff guy named Kyle, as he stepped into the light. ?Rob?? he asked. ?Is that you???I-it?s not what it looks like,? I said without thinking.?Is that so???I Escort Esenler mean?.? Then my voice trailed off, since I didn?t know how to finish my sentence. At least not without making things worse.?You think I?m new at this???Well no?.??You?re a fucking amateur.?I wasn?t sure where he was going with this. ?Wait???A lot of us have gotten off in here more times than you can count,? he said. ?If you want to join our little club, you?ll have to learn how it?s done.?I wasn?t sure how to respond to that. I?d never dared fool around with a co-worker, especially one who was practically my boss. Though I couldn?t deny the idea turned me on. ?O-okay?.?Then, without warning, Kyle grabbed my arm. The next thing I knew, he?d tied my wrists together. ?Get over here,? he said as he grabbed a harness and pulled me onstage.At first I didn?t know what he was doing. But then I realized he was heading for our flying rigs. He fastened the harness around me, then attached it to a wire. ?Are you sure???If Madison can do this, so can you,? Kyle said. Then he pulled on a line, and the harness lifted me off the ground.?Oh shit!? I gasped as my feet swung in mid-air. I tried to keep my balance, but I had no idea what I was doing, so I basically just flailed around.?Don?t fight it, bitch.?I did as I was told. Slowly but surely, I started to feel like I was floating.Kyle kept the curtains shut, but he switched the lights to the overhead spots and lasers? the same ones we used for our strip shows. Then he grabbed my feet, whipped out his dick, and started sucking on my toes.?Aw shit,? I gasped as a bunch of tingles rippled through my body. I could barely see a thing, since so many lights were shining in my face. But I could feel Kyle?s tongue circle around my right big toe, and he let off some loud slurps. With his free hand, he tickled the arch of my left foot. My reflexes kicked in, and I tried to pull away; but in that position I couldn?t.