With the bidding ended, we laid down on the bar and let the bouncers begin making the banana splits between our ass cheeks. We all flinched and laughed at how cold it was, but we were having a great time and knew we would be in for a great bonus after the party was over. I smiled at the group of guys who had won the bid for my ice cream, as they approached with their spoons. John and the other bouncers kept a close eye on the customers to make sure they didn’t do anything that we weren’t OK with. The bidders made a big show of eating the ice cream and acted like it tasted better than normal. Everyone in the club cheered and laughed as they ate.
Once they had finished the bananas and ice cream, the winning bidders began licking our asses clean. I admit that I gasped when I felt a tongue teasing my asshole. John was ready to smack the guy away, but I waved him off and winked, saying that I was fine. All three of us had perfectly clean ass cheeks and assholes by the time it was done. After they were finished, the three of us stood up on the bar again and displayed our clean asses, gaining us another round of cheers, applause, and catcalls.
Once we hopped down, John and the other bouncers slapped us on the asses before returning to their places. The three of us then returned to pouring drinks as the next game started.
Confessions of a Straight Guy at a Gay Club | LGBTQ+ Tale of Intrigue
The next game was a version of “Pin the Tail on the Donkey,” but it was called “Shove the Dildo in the Twink.” The game featured the same rules as normal: the blindfolded player is spun around 10 times, and the player must then walk and place his “pin” on a poster on the wall. In this game, the poster had a picture of Twink pornstar Austin Young with his asshole exposed. The player had a cock sticker that had to be placed on or closest to the asshole to win. The winner would receive a date with any of the dancers, bouncers, or bartenders who had given our OK, which was all of us. I had been nervous about this, but I had been assured that everything was cool and that Mark and John would have the customer’s name, address, and phone number, just in case. They had also already booked the winners a reservation at an Italian restaurant owned by a friend of Marks (who was also in attendance tonight), so we would be safe. After I had finally agreed to enter into the raffle and auction, I had figured that I might as well do this too.
As the game started, we stayed behind that bar and couldn’t see any of the customers inevitably falling down and making a fool of themselves. We continued serving drinks as the crowd laughed and cheered while the players tried to win. The final winner had come so close, that Mark had to get out a ruler to see who was actually closest. The three men who had actually placed their stickers on the asshole were so close that Mark was hesitant to call a winner. After a quick consultation with his friend/owner of the restaurant, Mark proclaimed a three-way tie and announced that they could all choose three employees to take on a date.
The entire place cheered and patted the players on their backs, as they made their choices. They were all buff men in their 30s and definitely looked like they were total tops. I wasn’t overly surprised to hear them all choose from the twinks that worked here. The choices came down to Andy, Tim, and me. We all smiled and waved, as our names were called out. Our dates, worked their ways over to us and introduced themselves. I was paired with a white male about 30 years old, with black hair, and a bodybuilder physique as big as John. He had a friendly smile and said he looked forward to our date, as he introduced himself as Robert. I smiled and said that I was too. Mark said he would handle all of the details about the dates and take care of making the notifications. With that, Mark announced that the raffle would begin soon and for everyone to make sure that they had purchased their tickets.
The rules for the raffle were pretty standard. everyone could purchase as many tickets as he wanted and they would be placed in a large container. All of the employees also had our names written on tickets in a separate container. Once the game started, a customer’s name would be drawn, and that player would then get to puck from the employees’ container to see who he had won. The pair were then allowed to dance, hang out at a booth, or do whatever else they both consented to inside the club. The employees were not all allowed to go at the same time, we had to stagger our “dates” so as not to leave the bar, doors, stage, and cages unoccupied. So the basic rule was that only one bartender, bouncer, gage dancer, and main-stage dancer could be on a “date” at one time. To keep any one rich guy from flooding the container with a thousand tickets with his name on it, every time a customer was picked, his name was disqualified for being picked again.
As the raffle got started we clapped and applauded as winners began drawing employees. We cheered as John and another bouncer were paired with two customers who looked attractive. Even though none of the employees had to actually do anything with the customers but dance or sit and talk, most of us took it as a granted that some of the more adventurous among us would have a little more fun. I just planned to dance and hang out with my “date.” But all of us hoped for an attractive “date” just for aesthetics and bragging rights. Anthony was paired with a guy that looked like he could kill a bear with his bare hands. Anthony leaned over to me and said, “You might need to cover for me, I think I might make a trip to the “Fun House.” If I’m not back in an hour and a half, just wait longer and I’ll make it up to you.”
We both laughed at this, as I smacked his ass and said, “Go for it. He looks like he could actually handle you.”
Anthony nodded and replied, “Oh, God, I hope so!”
My attention was drawn to Mark, as he called my name for a pairing. My “date” walked up to the bar and held out his hand as he introduced himself as Andrew. He was the size of John and was wearing black leather pants and black boots, with no shirt. He had brown hair and looked like he was carved out of marble. I smiled as I shook his hand. I said that we could hang out as soon as Anthony got back. He smiled deviously and replied, “Oh, I think your ass is already hanging out. We just need to see to the rest of you.”
I laughed and nodded at his joke/innuendo before he indicated that he’d be at a booth. I shot Tim a crooked smile and arched eyebrow, as he flipped me off and stuck out his tongue. The rest of the raffle went off easily and I couldn’t see any of the employees being upset about their dates. As I really looked around, I noticed that all of the customers were the best-looking and most in shape of our usual clientele. I asked Tim about this and he replied, “Oh, Mark screens the invites for the party to root out anyone who’s a troublemaker or is unappealing. He usually plays around at parties too, so he only wants the best here on these nights. There is a reason it’s a ‘private party,’ after all.”