Apartment 1209

Suddenly I do feel like a piece of meat,” I said, noticing several gruff looking men watching me closely as I exited Ryan’s car. “Why did you dress me like this?”
    Ryan shrugged, looking me over in my new, extremely tight, red leather pants, Doc Martens, chest harness and not much else. “You said you wanted to blend in.”
    Ryan wore a similar outfit to mine, but with black pants, kick-ass steel-toed boots, and a thicker harness, plus his Leatherman’s hat. He looked like a wet dream.
    “Hello, boys!” he said, greeting the men gathered outside the back door.
    “Ryan. Who’s the sexy boy?”
    “This is Henry. He’s mine,” he said in no uncertain terms.
    “Hmm, maybe I could borrow him for an hour. When you’re finished with him?” a skinny guy with a thick moustache commented.
    Ryan stared at the man, shaking his head quickly. “No. Only me. Make sure everyone knows that, Ricky.”
    “Yes, boss,” the hairy, muscular man who stood smoking next to the skinny man, replied, lifting his hat to me. “Hi, Henry.”
    “Hi,” I replied, feeling out of my depth. I suddenly yearned for the peace and privacy of Ryan’s apartment.
    Ryan took my hand and pulled me into the bar after him.
    When my eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the club, I saw Leathermen everywhere. Some stared right at me, leering almost, while others surreptitiously glanced away from their companions and gave me approving once-overs.
    I stayed as close to Ryan as possible. He spoke to several people, introducing me and letting them know about his hands-off policy. He asked the man who was tending bar if anyone was using Room One. The man, whom he introduced as Luke, shook his head and handed Ryan a key.
    “What’s in Room One?” I asked nervously, as Ryan led me to the back of the bar.
    “A few things,” he replied evasively. He led me down a short passage at the back of the bar to a door with a paddle nailed to it. I glanced down the hall to see two other doors, but couldn’t make out the items attached to each one.
    Ryan unlocked the door, just as a vibrantly dressed drag queen approached us.
    “Ryan, love, where you been?” she said, giving him a big hug and kissing his cheeks.
    “Caterina, you’re a sight for sore eyes. You keeping things under control here?”
    “You better believe it. And who is this gorgeous creature?”
    “This is Henry. He’s the one I was telling you about.”
    Caterina gasped with over-the-top astonishment. “Oh, Ryan. The virgin?”
    Ryan coughed. “Well.”
    I glared at him. “Thanks. Did you tell everyone?”
    “Honey, we were all virgins once,” Caterina said, glancing with derision at Ryan. “Some of us longer ago than others.”
    The laughter came bubbling out of me, the result of my nervousness.
    “Oh, you are cute!” she exclaimed. “Tell you what, when he finally fucks you, you come back and tell Caterina how you liked it. I love to hear all that good stuff. Plus, I can give you some pointers on some great techniques.”
    “Okay.”
    “Honey, you’re gonna love it. I don’t know why he’s making you wait for it.” She glanced at Ryan, this time admiringly. “Oh, wait a minute. Yes I do. Cause once you get it, you ain’t gonna give him any peace. Poor man’ll be worn out in a week.”
    “That’s highly unlikely,” Ryan muttered.
    Caterina laughed. “Well, you boys have fun in there.” She walked off in her huge polka dot pumps, swishing her hips with exaggeration.
    Ryan rolled his eyes and led me into the dark room. He flicked a switch, igniting lamps around the walls of the small room that gave it a soft yellow glow. He shut the door behind us and locked it.
    I looked around, my eyes flicking from one thing to the next. There were only three pieces of equipment in this room— a bench with a padded top and shackles on its four legs (it didn’t take much imagination to figure that one out); a mesh swing/sling hanging from the ceiling, and a wooden X against the side wall with bindings at all four stations.
    “Well? Does it live up to your expectations?”
    “I guess so. I don’t know.” To be honest, I’d expected something a little more frightening.
    Ryan laughed. “You keep surprising me, Henry. One minute you’re a quivering, blushing violet. The next you’re a saucy little cunt.”
    “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t mean to be saucy.”
    “This is the most basic of the three back rooms. The others have more… ah… specific items.”
    “Like