I guess I was pretty clueless when I went to work at Thaxter’s. I knew it was a gay bar and all, but I assumed today’s gay bars weren’t that different from straight ones. I definitely didn’t expect getting hung from the fly loft like a random piece of meat. But apparently there’s a first time for everything.

I should probably back up and say I was always a theater geek. You know the type: the guy who spent his teen years playing Troy in High School Musical, though he was really lusting after Zac Efron, or Danny in Grease, who could sing and dance with the best of them yet had a hard time convincingly kissing a girl. My college years were basically more of the same: the theater was my home, though I did get to hang out with more gay guys like me, and our shows were more along the lines of Christopher Marlowe and Eugene O’Neill. But it turned out that finding a job was a lot harder than I’d expected. I was basically broke when I heard Thaxter’s needed a stage manager, so I went for it— not that I had much of a choice.

It wasn’t till my first day of work that I realized I’d be running their strip shows. Part of me was freaked out, since I was so sheltered I’d never set foot inside a strip joint before. But it turned out it wasn’t that different from staging anything else. It was just that the props were way naughtier, and the boys were in skimpier costumes. And best of all, being backstage, I got to see more than the audience ever did.

For the first week or two, I just got horny as hell, though I was too chicken to do much about it. The dancers were fucking hot, but I couldn’t bring myself to flirt with any of them. Not to mention there were always sex toys lying around, and I couldn’t help wanting to take them for a spin.

I did get keys to the building, so one night when we were closed, I snuck into the backstage entrance. I knew this was a crazy idea— I was going to jack off at work— but somehow that made it all the more enticing. Plus I was pretty sure I wasn’t the first dude to get off in a gay bar.

At first the building was totally dark, so I used the glow from my phone to navigate backstage. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest; I hadn’t cum in days, so my dick was throbbing with anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to get down to business.

I found the switch for the work lights, and I flicked them on. I scanned the shelves full of props, which included all the sex supplies you could think of: dildos, masks, lube, you name it. Eventually I licked my lips and picked up one of the butt plugs. Then I walked over to a couch that we used in some of the sets.

I looked over my shoulder for a second. It seemed like the coast was clear, so I undid my pants and let my hungry cock bounce free. Then I stripped off the rest of my clothes.

I knew there was no turning back, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. I laid down naked on the couch, spread my legs, and lubed up my pucker. Then I got the butt plug into position, and slowly but surely, I guided it into my hole.

The tip of the butt plug seemed to catch against my sphincter, but then it popped right in. I let out a little gasp, and I savored the feeling of it all the way inside me. I had to force myself not to touch my shaft, since I wanted to prolong the sensation as long as I could.

I clenched my ass, and I started dreaming of one of the strippers fucking me. The guy’s name was Madison, and I’d always feasted my eyes on his body: thick cock, dangly balls, tight ass, washboard abs, the works. It wasn’t hard to imagine his dick impaling me, rearranging my insides, pounding away.

“Oh yeah,” I said as I fucked myself with the plug in one hand and my shaft in the other. I let my primeval instincts take over, and I found myself working my ass. I threw my head back, and I fantasized about how Madison’s lips might feel against mine. Not to mention how his face would look from just inches away. And how his tongue would taste, how his breath would smell, and how his groans would sound.

Best of all, I knew Madison was a bad boy. His family had disowned him, though I wasn’t sure why, and it didn’t seem to matter. The naughtier he was, the better, at least for the purposes of jack-off material—

“What the hell?” came a voice.

My heart jumped into my throat. I scrambled up from the couch, though there was no hiding what I’d been doing. There I was, naked as the day I was born, with my dick standing at attention and a plug up my ass.

I recognized the assistant manager, a buff guy named Kyle, as he stepped into the light. “Rob?” he asked. “Is that you?”

“I-it’s not what it looks like,” I said without thinking.

“Is that so?”

“I mean….” Then my voice trailed off, since I didn’t know how to finish my sentence. At least not without making things worse.

“You think I’m new at this?”

“Well no….”

“You’re a fucking amateur.”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this. “Wait—”

“A lot of us have gotten off in here more times than you can count,” he said. “If you want to join our little club, you’ll have to learn how it’s done.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. I’d never dared fool around with a co-worker, especially one who was practically my boss. Though I couldn’t deny the idea turned me on. “O-okay….”

Then, without warning, Kyle grabbed my arm. The next thing I knew, he’d tied my wrists together. “Get over here,” he said as he grabbed a harness and pulled me onstage.

At first I didn’t know what he was doing. But then I realized he was heading for our flying rigs. He fastened the harness around me, then attached it to a wire. “Are you sure—”

“If Madison can do this, so can you,” Kyle said. Then he pulled on a line, and the harness lifted me off the ground.

“Oh shit!” I gasped as my feet swung in mid-air. I tried to keep my balance, but I had no idea what I was doing, so I basically just flailed around.

“Don’t fight it, bitch.”

I did as I was told. Slowly but surely, I started to feel like I was floating.

Kyle kept the curtains shut, but he switched the lights to the overhead spots and lasers— the same ones we used for our strip shows. Then he grabbed my feet, whipped out his dick, and started sucking on my toes.

“Aw shit,” I gasped as a bunch of tingles rippled through my body. I could barely see a thing, since so many lights were shining in my face. But I could feel Kyle’s tongue circle around my right big toe, and he let off some loud slurps. With his free hand, he tickled the arch of my left foot. My reflexes kicked in, and I tried to pull away; but in that position I couldn’t.

“Don’t lie,” Kyle said as he let that toe pop out of his mouth. “I can tell you dig it.” He pulled both feet together and inhaled their musty scent. Then he stroked himself harder, and he moved on to the other toes. He wrapped his lips around each one, tasting it and suckling it, first my right foot, then my left. Then he nibbled each nail.

“Oh yeah,” was all I could say between giggles. My nerves were going haywire, and not just in my feet, as my body writhed around in the harness. My cock was straining for action, and I was itching to touch myself. But my wrists were tied too tight behind my back.

Kyle groaned as he kept worshiping my feet. He stroked himself harder and harder as he licked my soles and caressed my ankles. He seemed almost ready to cum, but then he stepped back. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, though I didn’t really need to.

“You’d better,” he said, “cause I’m just getting started.” He spread my legs and grabbed my butt plug, which was still firmly inside me. He used it like a handle to move my whole body, and for a split second it felt like he was ravaging my guts. But the harness moved easily enough, and Kyle swung me into position in front of his crotch. Then he stripped down the rest of the way, and he offered me his boner. “You know what to do.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I wrapped my lips around Kyle’s shaft, and I started sucking away. His skin tasted sweaty, and his pubes smelled musky, but I wasn’t gonna complain. I was dying to use my hands, maybe play with his balls or finger his ass, but my restraints still weren’t budging. So I just did what I could.

“Mm,” Kyle said as he threw his head back. “Yeah bitch, keep sucking that dick….”

I wanted to say something, but my mouth was overflowing with man meat. Kyle’s cockhead kept plunging down my throat, over and over and over.

“You wanna get fucked by that dick?”

The answer was obvious, but all I could do was mumble. “Mm-hm….”

“Let’s see how you handle this first,” he said.

Before I could react, he pulled the line, and my body flew upward. Kyle kept my mouth on his cock, so the next thing I knew, I was hanging upside down.

“Fucking A,” Kyle said. I realized he’d pulled me into basically a 69: he was standing straight up, with my crotch right in front of his face, and his own crotch still firmly embedded in my mouth. I felt him reach behind me and jostle my butt plug a little, which sent all kinds of weird sensations through my ass. Then he flicked his tongue against my cockhead, slowly traced my frenulum, and finally guided my meat down his throat.

“Mm,” was all I could say. I couldn’t believe Kyle was sucking my dick. He clearly knew what he was doing— not that I was surprised at that— with just the right amount of suction to get my balls boiling. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the point of no return, and my sphincter clenched the butt plug harder and harder.

Suddenly Kyle stepped back, and both of our dicks popped out of each others’ mouths. At first I hoped he’d hoist me even higher, so we could make out upside down like Spider-Man or something. But Kyle was the one in charge, and he just licked his lips and smiled. “It’s showtime,” he said.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked. “Break a leg.”

Kyle lowered me a little, till I was lying on my back a few feet above the ground. Then he swung me around some more, so I went from facing downstage to facing the back wall. He basically had me in a sex swing, right at the height of his crotch.

“Give it to me,” I begged.

“I’ll give it to you the way I fucking want to,” he said. Then he reached for my ass, yanked out the butt plug— which made a satisfying pop as it flew out of me— and he pulled me toward his cock.

“Shit!” I gasped as I felt his shaft slide into me. A second later, I felt his pubes on my hole, and he started pounding away.

I couldn’t move most of my body, so I didn’t even try. That is, except for my butthole, which was massaging Kyle’s dick to give him maximum pleasure. Otherwise, Kyle was in practically total control.

He fucked me harder and harder, and I savored the feeling of his rod going in and out. His mouth fell open, and he let out some groans. His face was starting to sweat, and his hair was slashing against his forehead.

“Oh God… oh God….”

“Fuck yeah,” he said between grunts. His ballsack smacked my ass louder and louder, as he pistoned into me faster and faster.

I was practically in heaven. I’d just never imagined having sex quite like this. Despite all the theaters I’d worked in, I’d never actually fucked in one, and it’d never crossed my mind how creative you could get with the equipment. Not even in my queerest kinkiest horniest fantasies.

I probably could’ve gotten off hands-free, but Kyle still wanted to be in control, and I wasn’t about to stop him. He grabbed my cock and started beating me off. “Do it,” he said. “Fucking cum for me, bitch!”

I felt Kyle’s dick hit my prostate, and waves of pleasure crested all over my body. It was that awesome glorious feeling when you know you’re about to bust.

“Did you hear me? Do it!”

“Yeah!” I yelled as my ecstasy built to a crescendo, and my balls and my asshole tightened up. Then I just couldn’t resist any longer; I let out a yelp, and a long rope of cum shot out of my cock. It seemed to pause in mid-air, and then it splattered on my abs. Then came another burst, and another.

Kyle apparently wasn’t far behind me. “Aw fuck!” he yelled, and I felt his dick shudder inside me.

I stared right in Kyle’s eyes as I took the man’s load. I loved seeing that unmistakable look on another dude’s face, hearing his breaths, and best of all feeling his spasms. It was the kind of thing that made me fucking love being gay.

“Yeah,” Kyle said as we both came down off our highs. He paused for a second, then blinked and surveyed my cum-covered body. “That’s my boy….”

I could still hardly move in the harness, and Kyle’s dick was still pinned inside me. I could just watch as my cum slowly dripped off my chest. Finally Kyle and I locked gazes.

“So,” he said, “I bet that’s not what you expected to do with your theater degree.”

I just snorted. “Yeah,” I said, “I guess that’s one way to put it.”