Life was good to me, too good…
I was regularly looked after by R-V and his crew, no one messed with me.

A week later and everything changed.

Suddenly, there was no R-V or T-Bone and Chucker.
I received no calls, he wasn’t at work and no one was telling.
In the space of a week, something had happened to my boys.
I started freaking out, I sent texts and calls but no news.
Then after three weeks, I know somethings was up.

Elijah seemed to be head of security.
He worked in a fag bar but hated fags, so you could tell why I was freaking out.


It all was quiet at the club on his whereabouts, but I knew something was up.
The other bouncers that weren’t friendly with R-V, had this cocky look about them.
I sensed they knew something.

Over the coming weeks, I rarely got any action apart from a random gobby in the bathroom.
The other security guys didn’t try anything with me yet, but prevented me from having too much my own way.

After a month I wanted to ask one of the bouncers, but lately they looked down on me with a smug disdain.

I slowly swaggered inside the venue, on the forth Thursday after R-V vanished as per usual.
There was a different atmosphere about the place, yes there was no R-V or T-Bone and Chucker but the bouncers seemed have changed their attitude too.

The turning of the blind eye and leniency, was replaced with a more strict view.
Any sign of openly deviant activity, was stamped out.
The security would give a few warnings, before ejecting patrons.

On this night I sat along the bar, bored.
You see after a month of the new attitude of the security, some patrons took offence and stayed away.
I was one who was thinking, that this place is slowly turning into a dive.

After a few shots of bourbon I decided to join the handful of people on the dancefloor.
I was strutting my ass around, in a hippy trance.
A few strangers joined me briefly, before they left.
I reckon “Buckley’s” was lucky to be have full, it was a real lame night to be here.
Probably new management was on the cards sooner or later, or this place would be up for sale.

There was plenty of cock around, but with the security were clamping down.
No one wanted to try anything deviant inside, they took that to the alleys out back.

The only activity I received was a random guy offering his cock to me at around 1:00AM, about the time R-V usually did in the restrooms.

Then by 3:00AM I decided to pull the pin and go home.
There was only about 10 people left, plus the music had lowered its volume.
I finished off my last shot and stumbled slightly off my stool.
That’s when a guy out of nowhere caught my fall.
I looked around to see who it was, it was Elijah.
Elijah was one of the bouncers, from the front door.
He was dwarfing me like most bouncers did.

The music had stopped and it looked like the venue was closing anyway.
Buckley’s usually stayed open until 4:30-5:00AM, but 3:15AM seemed early tonight.

I hadn’t noticed, but Elijah was behind me.
He put his hands on my shoulders and marched me to the door.

“What are you doing?” I asked.
He smiled and slapped my butt.
Elijah held that hand on my butt and started rubbing it.
He released his other hand from my shoulder, but still caressed my butt inside my shorts.
“I said what are you doing?” I said, again.

When I turned around, the hand on my butt flung free from my butt.
It was what his other was doing, that made me stop.
He was rubbing his cock in his trousers.
I pulled a funny face at him, a little confused.
He saw, and stopped.

Confused, Elijah hated fags but still worked in a fag bar.
It was only a pay check to him, but he did his job well.
This was out of character for him.

“Shut up and move,” he ordered.
I stood stunned.
“It’s time to go and find dick somewhere else,” he whispered.

That’s when I asked the Million dollar question.
“What’s happened to R-V and where is he?” I bluntly asked.
He just smirked.


I was in front of him and he was right behind me, as he marched me towards the front door.
When it seemed we were we out of sight of prying eyes, he started rubbing my shoulders.
It felt weird for him to do that.
Even weirder when he the slid an arm over my shoulder and begun to caress my fishnet mesh covered chest.

I noticed two bouncer staring with grins on their faces, Elijah hadn’t.

We had just walked outside, when he had weaselled his hand inside the elastic of my vinyl shorts and found my cock.
He was kissing my neck like a vampire, and I was loving it.
I let my guard down and let him continue.

Here I was dressed like neither a boy nor girl.
With female’s make-up with two strange bouncer, and evicted from a venue by one hated fags.
I felt confused.
What’s the catch?