“You wanna be a go-go dancer here, boy? You think just because you’re hired, you’re god’s gift to fags? Think you can show up with a swagger and get to dance on the front bar without earning your dues?” I grab his hair and pull his head back, and lick his jaw. He gasps softly. “You taste like fresh meat. You know what we do with fresh meat here?”
“N-n-no.”
“We will eat you alive, unless you can fight for yourself. Make one wrong move and I will cannibalize you. This is my bar, the dancers are my bitches, and you will move about my pack as I please. Do you understand?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Y-y-yes sir.”
I grin. He is pushing a huge boner in those tight denim shorts of his. He’s gonna fit in just fine here. “You want to suck my cock, don’t you boy?”
“Fuck yeah,” he moans.
I push him to the floor and make him do it while the bartenders are watching, setting up for tonight. He’s good, very good. He is gonna be a threat to my hierarchy with a tongue like that. I will have to be diligent in keeping him under my thumb, and under my balls.

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Text is fictional. Photo is from Cockyboys’ Project GogoBoy series. More pics and trailer for a threesome at the source.