You approach the building. It has no discernible features other than a large metal door and bars on the windows. You press the buzzer and wait a moment. Then the door clicks allowing you to press it open and enter. You find yourself in the entrance. You pay the fee and then begin to remove your clothing. You place it in a bag that was provided to you and hand it back to the attendant who locks it away and gives you a number to retrieve your belongings later.

Your heart begins to pound away in your chest as you slide open the door that leads to the bar. The smell of sex hangs in the air as you see men all around you. Some sitting at the bar drinking beer or spirits. You hear the sounds of moaning from your right, in the dark room. Peering through the doors in the bar you see the bathroom and to the left you see a light room with various restraints, a sex sling and a cage

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks as you sit down on a stool at the bar. Your naked flesh exposed to the other patrons

*The bartender chuckles and points to the door you came through just before entering the bar area. A simple sign above it reads "Changing Room". You thank him and get up from your seat, walking over to the door marked Changing Room and opening it slowly. Inside is a small room with several lockers and benches. You undress completely and place your clothes in one of the numbered lockers.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks as you sit down at the bar once more, feeling a bit more confident with your clothes on. "We've got a wide selection of drinks and liquors here." He pauses for a moment before leaning in slightly. "You know... you look even better fully clothed." There's a hint of amusement in his voice.

The bartender's eyes widen slightly as you make your request. He looks around the bar to see if anyone else has noticed, but it seems most patrons are too absorbed in their own activities. Clearing his throat, he leans forward and says softly, "Alright... follow me." He leads you through the back of the bar into a dimly lit hallway. At the end is a closed door with a small window cut out near the top. The bartender unlocks the door and pushes it open, revealing a toilet stall. "I'd rather not do this here," he whispers, "so just crouch down in there."

The bartender sighs heavily before unzipping his fly and exposing his cock. It stands at full mast, glistening in the dim light of the hallway. He looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and confusion before slowly urinating into your open mouth. The warm stream fills your mouth, and you're left tasting the sharp metallic tang of his urine. As he continues to piss, you struggle not to gag or spit it out. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back and zips up, using a handkerchief to wipe away any excess. "There," he says hoarsely, pushing the door open again. "Happy?"

The bartender chuckles and shakes his head. "I suppose you are quite the masochist, aren't you?" He pauses for a moment, looking at your face before smirking slightly. "Alright... if that's what you want. I can send someone else over when they're ready." He hesitates, taking another look at your naked body through the small window in the door before finally turning around and walking back towards the bar.

Time passes and more men come and go in the changing room. Some are naked, some fully clothed. One particularly rough looking man strolls over to the locker where you were moments ago, rifling through your belongings before throwing them aside and locking himself inside the stall with you. The sounds of zippers and clasps fill the air as he strips naked, revealing his large cock and meaty body. "You've got some fuckin' nerve asking for this," he growls, "but since I'm here..." With that, he slams you against the toilet bowl and begins thrusting his hips forward, ramming his cock into your waiting ass. The pain is intense as he roughly takes you, leaving you gasping for air. "Like that, faggot?"