Tom looked in the mirror and saw this big bear of a man. He looked like a construction worker but as he looked his excitement peaked and the highest pitched squeal came out of his mouth.
He looked around to see who had said that but then when he saw that there was no one else in the room he realized it was him.
He was still that silly, nelly, twink that he had always been and even though he now had a monster between his legs he really didn't want to use it. He wanted to be used by other men.
And that was just what he was going to be doing.
He now went down to the bear bar and didn't stand out as a twink. He stood taller than a significant portion of the bar. But his behavior made him feel so much smaller than any of them.
He found a muscled bear of a man and came up to him and giggled like a school girl.
May I suck your cock sir. He asked giggling again.
As the muscle man turned around he thought he was going to find a twink standing there. And in a way he did but he was taken aback and looked up at Tom. He grabbed Tom by the back of the neck and pushed his face down between his legs. Show me what you got he demanded.
Tom flicked his tongue and quickly unzipped his fly just with his tongue. It sneaked in pulling out a hardening cock and began the best blow job this man had ever had.
As he was finishing and Tom was pulling down the last of the cum a warm bit of liquid was beginning to shoot down his throat. He had never done this and began to pull away but the muscle man held his head in place.
Don't stop now when you have been doing so well.
Once he had peed down Tom's throat taking every ounce of recycled beer into his now bear gut the muscle man picked Tom up by the scruff of the neck and pulled him to the back of the bar. He talked to the sales boy at a leather shop at the back and came back to Tom locking on a thick collar on to his neck with a thick chain pulling Tom like a puppy dog to a rental room in the back.
There Tom was locked to a bolt on the floor of the room with the chain so short that Tom had to kneel. The muscle man left the room and hung an out of order sign on the bathroom across the hall and positioned another sign that said spare bathroom with an arrow pointing to Tom's room.
I'll be back at closing. You better do well.
Guy after guy came in to use Tom. He was getting rather tipsy with the alcoholic pee that he was drinking. And very bloated. But his belly seemed to be fine with all the liquid he was downing.
About one in the morning the Muscle man came to the room and unlocked Tom and although he was very wobbly from the alcohol and the sloshing in his belly he followed the Muscle man, like he had any choice anyway and soon found himself locked in a cage. He knew he wasn't any longer at the Bar but he didn't know where he was. Was he at the muscle man's place or was it some other place? His head was so swimming and he was getting drowsy from all the alcohol and soon fell asleep.
The morning was to bring new experiences for Tom