Surprise! I'm Locked!
As promised, here is my account from my night out at Tom's Leather Bar in Mexico City. Please don't judge (of course you won't), but what I'm going to share is mostly from the dark room. I mean, I could have flirted a bit in the better lit bar area, but I'm a busy boy and I wanted to be efficient with my time and get right down to business.
Again to clarify, you won't find anyone in leather at Tom's Leather Bar. It's really not kinky, although there are nude go-go boys that are not shy about dangling their large dicks and showing off their muscles. There's also the traditional round of tequila, in which they prance on top of the bar and pour tequila from the bottle into the mouths of the admirers below them, to the sound of the song "Tequila!". I sneaked a peek from the entrance to the dark room from time to time. Otherwise, the only times I ventured out to the bar area were when I wanted to get a drink.
There were a lot of guys that I interacted with in one way or another, but I'll focus on five that left an impression. I already gave out the spoiler that I was locked in chastity, so obviously I didn't cum, though when I got home I found that I had leaked some precum. I actually had a case of blue balls, though I hadn't asked permission from my Master to cum and I wanted to go to bed anyway, so I still need to take care of that sometime, if I find some time (as I said, busy boy). I mean, I was thinking about work, but now that I think about it, by now there are a few guys I'm looking to go hook up with at their place. And I'd prefer to stay locked for them when they fuck me.
Anyway, back to the bar, I was wearing dark blue jeans and a dark blue dri fit tank top that my Master had given me. He likes dressing me in some of his clothes or items he picks for me. It's often one size smaller than I'd like but he wants it very tight. And I'm a guy with pecs and biceps that bust a bit. It was so weird to see this extremely muscular guy with super hard guns, gushing over my big arms. Shorty me.
The first guy that I played with at the bar was probably the younger of them all, I guess qualifying as a twunk, somewhere in his 20s. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt but the muscles underneath were very noticeable. I don't know why so many Latinos like to dress up when going to a bar, allegedly a leather bar at that! That's So impractical when you want to see their pecs and lick their nipples. He kept the shirt on, so all I could do is feel his pecs and arms through his shirt. He was more interested in kissing and getting his dick blown. Actually, when I felt his dick it was tiny. I swear I almost backed off, but for some reason I stayed with him. By the time I put his dick in my mouth it was already not freakishly small and within a few seconds it was in a good size that I was happy to suck. He held my head, encouraging me to continue sucking him off and with more vigor.