I had always thought some of my neighbors were a bit odd, but I never expected to find a mysterious invitation taped to my door late one night. It was a simple note that read:
“Dear Brad, I’m throwing a small get-together this evening at my place. I’ll be expecting you. It doesn’t matter what time you arrive, we’re going to be going all night. Wear whatever you wish, anything goes. The address is at the bottom. Please come. You won’t regret it. A neighbor.”
At first, I was hesitant and suspected it was some sort of joke. But as I thought more about it, I realized that the invitation was too intriguing to pass up.
So, I arrived at the house, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, ready to see what the night would bring. The door was answered by a rather clean-cut and conservative-looking older man.
Needless to say, I was intrigued. The man took me down into the basement where I was greeted by a group of five other men, all of whom I had never met before, though a few looked vaguely familiar.
Maybe I’d seen them around the neighborhood? It was a diverse group, ranging in age and social status. They were all different, except for one thing: they all seemed straight, to the point that it made me feel nervous and out of place. Who were these men? Why had I been invited to meet with them in the middle of the night? Was this some sort of intervention? Had it been decided that I and my lifestyle could no longer be tolerated? One thing seemed clear to me – there was a strong element of danger in the tastefully decorated, but dimly lit basement.
But then I sensed another, more confusing thing – a dark, throbbing, sexual energy was also present. I couldn’t help but feel I’d been invited to a secret meeting, one that few knew existed. As my eyes went from man to man, I began to realize these men knew each other very well.
But what was the purpose of this group? Why had I been invited? I was about to find out. The hard way. — The older man who had answered the door stepped forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach twist.
“Brad,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “We’re glad you could join us.” I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
“Uh, thanks for inviting me. What’s this about?” The other men exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. One of them, a burly guy with a salt-and-pepper beard, chuckled softly.
“We’re here to have some fun,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “And you’re the guest of honor.” Before I could respond, the older man stepped closer, his hand resting on my shoulder.
“Relax, Brad. We’re not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite.” His fingers tightened slightly, sending a shiver down my spine. “We’re here to… explore. To push boundaries. And we’ve chosen you to help us with that.”
My heart was pounding now, a mix of fear and something else I couldn’t quite place. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The older man smirked, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “You’ll see.” The group closed in around me, their presence overwhelming. I could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, the scent of cologne and sweat filling the air. My mind was racing, but my body… my body was betraying me.
Despite the fear, I could feel a growing tightness in my jeans, a throbbing that I couldn’t ignore.
The older man’s hand slid down to my chest, his fingers brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I gasped, my breath hitching as a jolt of electricity shot through me.
“You’re nervous,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “But you’re also excited. I can feel it.”
I couldn’t deny it.
The other men were watching me intently, their eyes dark with desire.
By the time they were done, I was a trembling, sweaty mess, my body aching but sated.
The older man helped me to my feet, his hand resting on my shoulder as he looked into my eyes.
“You did well, Brad,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “You’re one of us now.”
