It was odd, Chad had lived in the town his whole life, but for some reason he had never managed to find his way to Gay Street before. He was in the 300 block, and began walking past the shops, and people. He stopped in front of an adult toy shop, and stared at the display in the window. There was a red rubber bondage suite with a gas mask, a half dozen male chastity devices, a dozen dildos, and various straps, whips, rods and shackles. Twinkie Chad's green suit pants were tented as he imagined himself with his cock locked, restrained in the rubber suit on his knees worshipping a big hairy man who was going to torture his ass with all those dildos. An hour earlier, he would have imagined a girl in the rubber suit, shackled at his feet. It's amazing what a change of clothing can do for a man.
"You'd look good in that," said a deep masculine voice behind Chad. Chad turned around abruptly. His face brushed against the stocky man's beard, his eyes stared briefly into the dark brooding eyes, then dropped down to look at his hairy chest swarming out of his tank top. Chad's tongue slipped between his lips. He felt horny, embarrassed and shy all at once.
"Uh, you willy think tho?" lisped Chad in horror. He blushed and looked own, he never lisped.
"Heh, heh, first time in this part of town, boy?" the man asked.
Chad nodded vigorously avoiding eye contact.
"Well, what brings you here, boy?"
Chad should've been pissed at being called boy, but he wasn't. It actually turned him on.
"Um," Chad began biting his tongue, and concentrating not to lisp, he said, "I have a pass to the Ganymede Spa."
"Ah," the man answered knowingly and nodding, "Well, my name is Rod. Why don't you join me at the Club Air-Rot-Tiki after you get all glammed up. You can check, your coat, pants and shirt at the door. I'll be there all night, and you'll be my guest. Just tell Gordo the bouncer that Rod's expecting you. See you, boy."
Chad blinked. The guy actually patted his head and tousled his hair. Chad looked down at his tented trousers, he was relieved not to see a wet spot, when he looked. He was half tempted to follow Rod right away, but if he was only going to wear underwear at the Club, he definitely needed his pubes trimmed first. He hurried down the street, practically running to find the spa.
The building was green stucco with decorative white columns after the Greek fashion. He walked up the faux marble steps, and through the white painted double doors. The air was cold inside. There were three shirtless bodybuilders at the reception desk wearing only Speedos. Chad's jaw dropped, and his tongue filled the gap between his lips again.
"Huh?" Chad said, and then he waved his hand.
"Hi," laughed the guy in the green Speedo, "My name's Brendan, how can I help you?"
Chad took a deep breath, and reached into his pocket for the coupon.
Then he said in a breathless voice, "Chad." He handed Brendan the coupon.
"Oh, my a VIP Pass," Brendan said knowingly, and looking from the guy in the red Speedo to the one in the blue and smiling to make sure they were paying attention.
"Uh, yes," Chad said looking down to avoid eye contact and to avoid lisping again. "I want the free spray tan, but first I need to be manscaped. And-" he paused trying to think of the right words, "And um maybe some accent painting for my tan." He glanced at his chest and crotch.
"Oh," said Brendan, "Well, that's Brandon's department," he said nodding toward the guy in the red Speedo.
"Yeah, I'm sure there are few more things we can do with you beyond the spray tan, Chad," Brandon said leaning with his elbow on the counter and learing at Chad, "Bur first you need to come into the locker room, and get out of all those clothes, so that I can evaluate you." He turned, and motioned for Chad to follow.
The man in the blue Speedo cleared his throat.
"Oh, Byron, you go with Brandon, and Chad, I wouldn't be surprised if your skills weren't needed too," said Brendan.
It must have looked oddly erotic, because Brendan was popping a painful boner, as he watched green suited Twinkboy Chad sandwiched between the two body builders in their posing straps. He kept bumping into Brandon's back and buttocks, while Byron kept bumping into Chad's back with his hard bulge burying itself in Chad's bubble butt. Of course, Brandon and Byron had choreographed this weird march ages ago, but Chad seemed to fall right into step. As soon as they had disappeared through the green tuffed leather door into the locker room, Brendan picked up the phone. He keyed the number in and waited for a the strong male vocie to answer.
"Yes?" he sounded annoyed.
"Sorry to bother you, sir, but you said you wanted to know whenever anyone arrived with a VIP card."
"Hm?"
"He said his name is Chad."
"Good."
There was a penchant pause.
"Is there anything else?"
"Uh, sir, it's just-"
"Oh, right, you're still in that male chastity device, aren't you Brendan?"
"Yes, sir."
"And I bet you would like to be released from it to help with Chad's uh, treatments?"
"Please sir," Brendan said with an air of desperation.
"Alright," said the man. He keyed his computer or smart phone, and the wifi internet connection at the spa sent as signal to the electronic lock inside Brendan's Speedo.
CLICK. The latch on the lock released inside the Speedo.
"Oh, thank you, sir."
"When Chad's ready send him to me at Maxwell's Smart Cafe."
CLICK. This time it was the phone.
"Yes, sir," Brendan answered happily into the dial tone.
He hung the "Ring Bell For Service" sign on the door, locked it, and skipped happily through the tufted leather door to find Chad.