This is a true story of a spanking I witnessed couple of months ago, at a very popular gay bar in the city where I live. Im proudly gay, but have to stay in the closet because of my homofobic family, also most of the people in this story are still in the closet waiting for the day we can finally come out to the world without the shadow of hatred pursuing us. The facts in this story have been kept real yet the names of people and places have been changed for obvious reasons.
This happened at one of the many local gay bars in the city I live in. Though ever since I was very young I visited this kind of places, this was the first time I went into this particular club. The fact is that this was a more classy gay bar, more expensive yet in many ways "better". For one thing, it was cleaner; the darkroom didnt smell as bad as other places I been, the waiters were kinda cute and the guys from security were actually friendly (unless they needed to kick out the local drunkard). Also they didnt the usual kind of strippers most people know, these guys were cuter, better build and had a better attitude than most places. They were in fact Go-Go boys. Well for those of you not familiar to the term, they would dance but they would never take their shorts off. If one wanted to see them naked you would have to pay 20 bucks to take them to a private room for 10 minutes. Afterwards, you would have to pay the guy if you wish to did anything more than just look.
I never drink, so I can usually save some bucks to have a good time with the guys. I soon found out the strippers werent payed anything at all but the the tips clients gave them, so they had to be very nice and seductive to get money. Also they did not get very well among themselves since they would usually quarell to get more clients and more money. Well, one of the guys was extremely handsome, well built and incredibely _s_e_x_Y. He's name was Andrew, he was 24 y/o, around 1.90m, of latin origin (possibly cuban), long black hair, dark eyes, clean shaved and very muscular, a rose tattoo on his shoulder. He was wearing very tigth lycra shorts trough which his enormous _c_o_c_k_ would show as well as his firm, round, muscular butt; I soon found out he was a professional body builder and used to work as a model but left as it didnt get him enough money. As cute as he was, he had a very big problem: he was very conceited and thougth of himself as god's gift to gay men.
I payed my $20 to go in with him, which I soon repented doing. It turns out he wanted to charge me 10 bucks for him to drop his shorts another 10 bucks to just touch him (both were supposed to be free). He also said it would be 20 more if I wanted to jack him off or 30 for a blow job (so i would be $70 bucks total to give him some head) or 50 if I wanted to him to _f_u_c_k_ me. I was quite angry at that, I was just looking to dance with him and jack him off, probably suck his dick but I knew better than to be _f_u_c_k_ed by the likes of him. Besides, it was very expensive in comparison to what the other guys would charge. He was cute and all but his ego wasnt worth half of what he asked.
I ended up going out even before my 10 minutes were up, mad as hell and cussing at him, surely he swore back at me. So I went to dance for a while and meet some people. Later on I heard some yelling coming from the private rooms, so as curious as I am I decided to go take a look. It was Andrew, the manager (a 40 y/o bear of a man that looked like a pro-wrestler) was yelling at him, i asked what was going on to another stripper. It turns out an old man had gone in with him and payed to be _f_u_c_k_ed which was prohibited by the manager, on top of that he wasn't wearing a condom. One of the other guys saw this and ratted on him to the boss.
So there he was, this completely naked hunk being pulled out by his arm and to the surprise of all the audiece being pulled over the managers knee to be spanked. The boss' hand was huge and his arms were strong, with a single blow his left cheeck turned crimson red, WHAP!!! another blow and the rigth cheek turned the same color. Then it continued at a fast pace WHAP... WHAP... WHAP... I didnt even notice when Anrew began crying but he kept screaming like a 5 year old during the whole spanking.
WHAP... Ouch! WHAP... Agggh! WHAP... Stop it! WHAP... _f_u_c_k_!!! WHAP... Aggh! WHAP... Pleeease! WHAP... Ouch!
This went on for at least 10 minutes, but Im sure it must have seemed like a lot longer to Andrew and the whole audience which were discretily stroking their hard ons trougth their pants. By the end of it, Andrew stopped screaming and was just crying like a little baby. His eyes were filled with tears. He was about to get up but the manager held him down, his humiliation was not over yet. The man took out a tube of white paste (it must have been something for bruises or such) and poured a glob onto Andrew's exposed hole. As the manager inserted 3 fingers, Andrew again began screaming and kicking in pain until the manager finally let him go, running and crying.
Im sure that if anybody who reads this was at that disco at the same time he must surely remember that incident.
A little bit later I left the bar. Surprised of what I had just seen I began my walk towards my car which was parked a couple blocks away. As I drove by a subway station I saw him, Andrew. He was waiting for the subway to open, he wore sunglasses trying to hide his tears and squirming because of the pain in his butt, specially while wearing very tigth jeans. I lowered my window and asked him if he wanted a ride, I dont know why but he didnt answer, just opened the door and got in without saying a word. He was possibly still too humiliated to talk. I asked him where he was going and he just whispered in small sobs some adress; he lived on the other side of town but I still gave him a ride.
As I drove I saw he was squirming all over the rear seat, so I told him he could just take his jeans off which he willingly did. There he was, with some funny boxers with a smiley face on them, laying on his stomach on the rear seat of my car. Since it was very late I dint think no-one could see it. As I parked in front of the building he lived in he just stepped out of the car and left without saying a word. Back in my house I found a small card in the back of the card with a phone number scribbled down and the words "sorry and thank you for forgiving me" on it. This was the beggining of a friendship that I hope will last long.