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Dark Desires
(Emily Sinclaire)

Wearing chaps, boots, leather vest and leather underwear with built-in cock-cage, Jake bid his new transsexual friends goodnight with a kiss on the lips and after paying the fifty-dollar fee entered was finally able to enter the Bull's Horn. The music was loud enough to enjoy without being overbearing. To his left he saw maybe a dozen or so men in carious states of dress dancing to the beat on one of several stages. In the back, the DJ booth sat between hallways leading off to VIP rooms. To the left he saw the bar and his eyes locked onto the cute redheaded woman tending it. She was tall and carried herself with an air of confidence he found irresistible. Wearing only a leather harness, he could see the same naturally perky breasts capped with large puffy nipples that her sister had with the only difference being hers were pierced. Unable to see the lower half of her body, he could only imagine what she was packing but decided then and there if she was even close to Skye in size he's do whatever she wanted to feel it in his ass and sliding down his throat.

And between all of it, spanning the majority of the club were dozens of stations set up to accommodate every fetish legally permitted and maybe a few that weren't. Standing just inside the door, Jake saw men sucking and getting fucked by other men, men getting fisted up the ass, fucked by massive dildos that made hands look small by comparison, getting flogged, spanked and caned over every inch of their bodies and begging for more. He saw men of all ages, races, body types and walks of life enjoying the seedier side of sex in a place where they would not be judged. What he did not see, however, was the target of his investigation. FUCK! I swear to god if he left while I was... buying clothes, I'm going to be so fucking pissed! Remembering the rules, he spotted the closest man wearing a white band around his right bicep ??" a tall, lanky man in his late thirties with a wild mess of black hair and long, braided goatee wearing leather pants and open vest, and approached. If not to get it out of the way, then to at least see if he enjoys this sort of thing as much as he does having sex with trans women.

"Excuse me. I'm Jake and this is my first time here so I'm asking if you'll use me per the rules?"

"Nice to meet you, Jake? I'm Zack and I'd be more than happy to introduce you to the way we do things around here. But before we do that I need to know how experienced you are with bdsm. On a scale of..."

"Unless you count giving myself to the women running the shop I have exactly zero experience."

"That's apparent by the way you just cut me off."

"Sorry."

"Apology accepted. Rule number one of the Bulls Horn, no isn't in our vocabulary. We're open to every fetish permitted by law and expect the same from all patrons. That being said, there are certain common-sense limits. For example, I'm not just going to bend you over and shove my fist up your ass before asking if you're already capable of taking it as that's a surefire way to earn yourself a trip to the emergency room. Not to mention me losing my job and facing possible assault charges. So, can you take a fist up your ass, Jake?"