the very end sat a man on a stool.

“Eric! How’s my favorite customer?” the short bald man asked him.

“Fine, Earl. How’s the action tonight?” he asked.

“It’s a little slow now but it’s still early. Usually you get here much later.”

“Yeah, I know. I just had to get away.” Eric replied.

The man handed Earl a twenty and lifted the floor opening. Eric waved him good-bye as he descended the stairs to the club. Brass was one of the largest underground gay leather clubs in the US. It was also the best-kept secret. The only people that knew about Brass where the true aficionados. If you didn’t know what this place was about you didn’t belong here. Eric made his way down the dark stairwell; it was several steps before he saw a trace of light.

When he entered the club it was like another world. There was one main bar, which was aglow with bright blue lights. It gave a bluish tint to the dark club. Aside from the bar there was several cave like rooms that spawned from the bar where the extra curricular activities occurred. Eric walked up to the bar. The bartender recognized him as a long time patron and greeted him with a smile and his usual drink.

From the bar Eric scanned the room. The crowd wasn’t as big as he had hoped but the night was young. Eric downed his drink and decided to take a lap around the club to see what kind of fun he could get into. As he made the rounds he stopped and talked to a few people he recognized. He stopped in front of one of the private areas and started talking to his buddy Rich. Eric had introduced Rich to this place and had initiated him by pissing on his mouth in one of the private rooms.

They talked for a while until the sound of screams stopped them both. “What the hell was that?” Eric asked. “It sounds like someone is being torn apart.”

“Nah, more like taking a one way trip to heaven.” Rich said. Eric looked at him confused. He had no idea what he was talking about. “He’s getting fisted man, and it’s his first time. You never forget your first time. Especially if your first time is with Master X.”

Eric felt his cock move at the mention of fisting. He had always been tempted to try it but had never actually gone through with it, even though physically he knew he was ready. He had even practiced at home, taking in a dildo that was a little more than three inches in width. The more the man screamed the harder Eric got; maybe this was his chance to take his first fist.

Casually Eric excused himself and peaked behind the entrance to the private room. What he saw got him completely hard. Strapped to a metal sling was a man with his legs spread wide open. His cock laid limp from having shot a load. His chest was covered in cum, definitely more than one orgasms worth. He didn’t mean to stare so intently but he was drawn to the scene. He didn’t realize he had entered the room until he was standing inches away from the sling, as the man withdrew his fist from the bottom’s ass Eric almost lost his load. At that moment more than anything he wanted to get fisted. He knew it was time.

The man in the sling looked