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 zips down his pants, revealing his erect cock, and aims it toward your face. You can smell the pungent scent of sweat and alcohol as he begins to urinate onto the floor. After a moment, he grows impatient, lifting your chin up with one hand. "Open wide," he whispers roughly, guiding his cock toward your mouth. His urine splashes against your tongue as you obey, letting out a slight gagging sound from the intensity of the flavor.

The flow slows down as he empties himself into your mouth, and finally stops with a wet plop. He steps back, breathing heavily, and zips up his pants again. "Don't tell anyone about this," he whispers before leaving you in the toilet stall to compose yourself.

Before the bartender could finish telling the manager about his bladder relief and your whereabouts, a strong hand grasps him by the back of his neck and another lands firmly on his crotch. The manager growls into his ear, "That wasn't part of the deal." He drags the bartender off to one side as you take this opportunity to slip out of the stall and back into the hallway.

The manager glares at you, "You shouldn't have encouraged him like that." His voice is dark and dangerous, but his gaze lingers on your body. "Maybe I could find something else for you to do..." he suggests, a grin curling onto his lips.