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A circle of men stood around him and I didn’t dare peek through. His gagging noises mixed with the music and talk. Someone was choking on a dick in the corner. Upstairs, things were different - a quiet dive bar, people milling around wooden tables. I couldn’t tell if they were dancing or fucking. In the room downstairs, a strobe flashed over mounds of muscle and harnesses.

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