Public Whore

Bert couldn't help but feel attracted to the bartender serving the event. They were shirtless with tattoos leading down from their shoulders, blue sunglasses covering their eyes while a silver chain adorned their neck. They had a built frame, a thick chest coated with soft fur that led down to the rest of their body, not to mention the beard that wrapped their strong face.

Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but Bert got the strangest sense the bartender was eyeing him despite their gaze hidden behind the reflection in the lens. Once Bert was at the front he was almost more certain that the man had been looking, making their way to serve Bert with a smile.

"Hey Boy, what can't I getcha?"

Bert ordered, tipping heavily once his drink was in hand before heading off back to the event's main area. His mind remained back at the service area, wondering if he had any chance with the daddy. Bert wasn't sure if it was the liquor or something else, but his confidence grew as the drink disappeared, ending up with his mind made up to try for it as he headed back to the bar.

As he made it up to the front of the line he saw the Bartender had noticed him, making sure to be the one serving the line Bert had picked.

"Same thing" Bert said at the front. The bartender quickly made the drink from memory. Bert tipped well again, wanting to say something before freezing up. Despite his decision, he hadn't thought about what he'd actually ask, forcing himself to turn and walk back.

Bert cursed at himself, back at the center of the event, writhing in his feelings as he began to sip from the cup. It was stronger than before. As he drank, he began to form ideas in his head, wondering how to get close to the bartender again, what to say, feeling his need grow as more of the liquid vanished from his cup.

Bert finally figured what he'd do, heading back to the stand. This time he went behind the tent, making it to the side with access and placing himself so that the bartender could see him. He waited, watching the bartender serve until he finally called out, the bartender looking up in surprise.

The bartender quickly headed directly toward Bert, placing their hands on Bert's arms and pushing him back out of sight of the patrons.

"You're not supposed to be back here" The bartender said, curtly.

"I know" Bert smiled, dumbly. "But you're back here, and I was thinking you might want to see me later" He said in a drunken stupor.

The bartender looked Bert up and down, their expression hidden behind the shades, before suddenly smiling. "You know, I think I could do that" The bartender said as they went back into the bar, grabbing something from below the counter before approaching again.

"You wanna help me tonight?" The daddy said stepping forward.

Bert grinned. "Yeah"

In a moment Bert's vision was blocked by a towel soaked in some chemical, its fumes immediately making it down into his lungs. No one saw the interaction as Bert fell down on the floor, his head spinning as the sedative took effect leaving him unconscious, compliant on the ground.

Bert awoke with a gag in his mouth, rope around his wrists and ankles, his body suspended in an X position, He was hanging forward, allowing spit to dribble from his lips prone in the air. He was wearing nothing else, his clothes gone, his body exposed to the scene around him. Bert blinked, trying to focus his eyes in darkness while loud music blasted around him.

It didn't take him long to realize he was back at one of the event's venues, recognizing a back room he'd passed through in previous nights. His stomach dropped as he remembered it, seeing some poor soul tied up and whored out by a dom, a puddle of cum forming under them as they cried out in pain and pleasure.

A touch on Bert's rear brought him back to reality, seeing the bartender standing in full leather to his side. They gave a domineering look at him with piercing eyes that made Bert feel even smaller, just a toy to the man above him. 

"Thanks for volunteering" He bartender mentioned, moving behind Bert's splayed legs. Bert felt the daddy move in, breaching Bert's hole, his ass unable to stop the dry rod from quickly placing itself entirely into his rear.

Bert felt helpless as he was swiftly violated. He let out a muffled cry, feeling fire explode in his rear from friction, forcing precum to spit out his limp cock from the flood of nerve signals. His rear clenched, making the daddy behind him to yell in glory and begin to pummel Bert even harder.

Despite the pain, Bert felt his body begin to loosen as his prostate was bombarded. His sexual nature was being gratified as he was abused, forcing his body to want more, to need more. A tingling spread across his skin as his arousal grew, more and more precum elicited from his organ and flowing from his spout. He felt his body involuntarily going limp, accepting its place as an object.

Soon Bert was nothing more than a ragdoll as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his loosened bottom taking anything he would be given. It took only moments for the daddy to finish, giving his sub the first load of the night before backing off. It was still early, and the daddy would keep an eye on the public whore making sure they were used well for the rest of the night.