Confessions of a Gay Male Escort 2: The Gentlemen's Club

I thought I knew each and every one of the gay bars and clubs in town. Yet I had never heard of the House of Ganymede.

It was an exclusive gentlemen's club, and the members were each allowed to bring in one pet. A human pet. That would be me, kneeling naked by my master's table, waiting to serve him and his friends with my hands, mouth, and ass...

Adult readers only! This 10.000 word story contains explicit gay sexual situations. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:
"Clear the table," Mr. Alexander barked to one of the waiters, who scurried to obey.
In no time at all, the array of little dishes vanished from Mr. Alexander's table, along with the glasses and cutlery. Then another waiter swept the linen table cloth away, and all that was left was the bare, gleaming wood.
"Bend over on the table," Mr. Alexander told me. "Ass up, hands behind your back."
I had been half-expecting it, and I was quick to obey his order.
Bending from the waist as gracefully as I could manage, I laid myself out for these men like supper.