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Jake, Dave, and John have been friends forever, but the high costs of school cause them to explore some rather interesting methods of making extra money. This story involves gay and lesbian BDSM and pain play. If BDSM / Pain play isn’t your thing, skip this story. If gay isn’t your thing, skip this story. If pet play is your thing, there is one short segment in the middle of the story that you might want to read.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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Jake, Dave and John had been close friends since high college. Actually they were friends long before high college. Jake and Dave had known each other since forever and John became their friend when his parents moved into the neighborhood just before he started college.

The three boys were originally part of a much larger circle of friends, but in high college things slowly began to change. The change occurred when their friends began to gradually merge into the dating and party scene until it was just them… and Doreen. Then at the end of their Junior year Doreen left. She stopped by Jake’s house to say goodbye. As usual, Dave and John were also there.

“I’m eighteen now,” she said with a sad smile. “I figured it was time to come out to my parents.” She grimaced and continued, “That didn’t go over well. They kicked me out of the house. I’ve got an aunt in Chicago who said I can come live with her until I graduate high school. I guess I should have kept the closet door closed until I graduated.”

The boys offered their condolences, but there wasn’t anything they could do. After Doreen left, Jake said with a laugh, “Half the school thinks we’re queer, too. They call us The Three Amigos and laugh behind our backs.”

“I’m not attracted to guys,” Dave said firmly. Then he shrugged and said, “I’m just not attracted to girls… as girls.”

“I guess we are just attracted to each other,” John said. Then he laughed and added, “… as The Three Amigos .”

They finished their senior year and were all accepted to the big state university. Both John and Dave had other offers, but those other offers didn’t include enough money so they both chose the state college where they would be better able to afford things. Freshman year, however, they soon realized that it was room and board that was really killing them. The scholarships they had been able to get were specifically for tuition and fees. That helped a lot but they still had to come up with money for the dorm and for the food service and for a thousand other things they hadn’t wondered about. After a semester of trying to scrape by on minimum wage part-time jobs, they rented a run-down furnished apartment together. There was a kitchen, living room, and three bedrooms. One was bigger and had a really big bed. The other two were really small and had regular single beds. They drew cards to decide who got the big bed and Jake won.

Living together settled into a routine that eventually led to them mutually realizing that they were a lot more than friends. One weekend, they were watching some weird movies– as usual– and drinking beer– as usual. Actually, they were drinking a LOT of beer because John had won a decent-sized prize on a lottery scratch ticket and splurged for a couple of large pizzas and a refrigerator full of sixpacks. The next morning, they all woke up together in the big king-sized bed in Jake’s front bedroom.

“Did we do what I think we did last night?” John asked, looking sheepishly at Dave and Jake.

“Do you mean fucking each other rather than just laying in our own beds and jacking off while thinking about each other?” Jake said with a smile.

“Then, yes,” Dave continued, “we did what you think we did. He paused and asked, “Any regrets?”

“No,” John said, “except maybe why didn’t we do this a long time ago.”

That afternoon, John, who was an art major, painted a sign for their apartment door. It was a caricature of each of them wearing huge black sombreros beneath the words, “The Three Amigos.”

He explained, “I copied that from a poster for that weird Steve Martin movie from the 1980s.”

“Think anyone is gonna get upset?” asked Dave, “… cultural appropriation and all that?”

“We’ll just tell them that we are an exotic dance team and that is our stage name,” Jake said with a laugh.

John and Dave joined him in his laughter until John, suddenly became serious and said, “Wait a minute.” He turned to the others with a smile and added, “That just might work.”

“What might work?” Dave asked.

“Dancing!” John nearly yelled,

“We all have really good bodies,” he continued. “And we can all dance really well… at least we can all move really well with the music.” He stopped and looked back and forth between Jake and Dave before finishing with, “And we all REALLY need the money.”

Dave raised his eyebrows and said, “Maybe you’re right. Why should it be just the sorority chicks who can make some good extra money in the strip clubs?”

After a few silent moments, Jake, a theater major, said, “I know where I can get some hokey Amigo costumes. It will just be a matter of modifying them with breakaway seams.”

And so was born, The Three Amigos club act.

Their first night was… well… a first night. They got appreciative whistles and catcalls from the half-drunken ladies present at the club as they danced provocatively around the stage. But they didn’t get a lot of money in their g-strings, even after they had danced out around the tables. They were paid a little more than minimum wage, but the money was in the tips, even if they did have to give 10% back to Barney, the club owner, to “distribute with the other staff.”

At the end of the night, Barney told them gruffly as he took his 10%, “Give it a month. If things don’t improve I might have an idea for you.”

Things didn’t improve. Four weeks later, Barney called them into his office. “You guys are good,” he began, “really good … at dancing. But you can not fake it for the ladies. They just aren’t connecting and paying out. I watched the audiences, though, and there were at all times a handful of guys that would have been pushing big bills down your cups if they weren’t here with a date.”

“So?” said Jake.

“I think you’re at the wrong club,” Barney said firmly. “I think you should be across town at the Purple Oyster. He laughed and said, “I run that one too.” He paused and then said, “It’s an openly gay and lesbian bar just outside the city limits. The only problem is that the acts that really pull in the dough there also have a heavy BDSM or pain component to their act.”

“I see,” said Dave softly.

“Give it a shot,” Barney said. “Maybe you can pull in enough with just the dancing.” He paused and then smiled and added, “But I’m a pretty good judge of people, and I think all three of you Amigos would be up for some bondage or pain play.”

He handed them a card with the club’s address on it and said, “If you show up next Friday night, I’ll know I’ve got some new dancers.” He laughed and said, “Keep the Three Amigos bit, that works. Just figure out how to add something more to the act.”

The next week The Three Amigos opened at the Purple Oyster. They stayed out front and watched the other acts before going backstage and getting into their costumes. This time there was applause, whistles, and cat-calls as they began to strip away the hokey Mexican outfits. The whole place started laughing and applauding loudly when the pants came off and instead of regular g-strings there was a little black leather sombrero keeping things legal. When they left the stage there was a goodly amount of bills tucked into their g-strings and sombreros. After everyone’s first set. Barney came back stage and commented on how the numerous acts were received.

Then he took The Three Amigos apart. “You guys are really great dancers,” he said firmly, “but if you just dance, you gotta be here dancing four, five days a week to make any real dough. And you got to start with the six o’clock show. But if you bring in the whips and paddles, you make the same amount in just the two after hours shows on the weekend.” He paused and then said, “Two shows versus maybe fifteen or twenty or even thirty. Think about it.”

During the third set, when The Three Amigos were down to just their g-string sombreros, they danced out around some of the tables trolling for extra tips. One rough looking lady in an all leather outfit with an overly-effeminate young woman with flaming red hair sitting next to her held out a twenty and said, “This is yours if I can give your ass ten swats.”

Without really thinking about it, Dave said, “Five and with just your hand.”

“Come here honey,” she replied. Then in a very firm voice she said, “Hands on the table and bend over so Precious can see your ass.”

He leaned over and put his hands on the table. The first “Smack!” came immediately. Dave grunted but didn’t yell out. The second swat was harder and on his other cheek. Leather lady alternated two more swats before hitting low across both cheeks so that her hand slammed into the back of his ball sack. That got a much louder grunt.

As Dave stayed leaned against the table catching his breath, precious said in a very little girl voice, “Is that what my ass looks like when you spank me?”

Leather lady replied, “You’ve got a much nicer looking ass, precious, but in the end, yours looks just as red.”

Dave stood up and the lady laughed slightly. “I’m always impressed by a man who tips his hat to a lady.”

He didn’t find out until he looked down and saw that his little sombrero was pushed apart by his nearly erect dick. Leather lady said, “Let me fix that for you,” as she pulled the sombrero back in place and then tucked an additional twenty dollar bill inside.

When they got backstage, Dave said to Jake and John, “I really didn’t expect that.”

“Getting spanked or getting off on it?” John asked quickly.

Dave answered, “Yes,” and then turned very red.

“Don’t get embarrassed,” Jake said. At least you didn’t shoot off into the hat.

Dave looked surprised, and then even moreso when John said, “Now I don’t feel so bad about almost breaking the damn g-string that holds the hat.”

Dave looked back and forth between them and then said, “Maybe Barney is a good judge of people after all.”

Jake added, “And maybe we CAN make some real money here.”

John was silent for a while. Then he said, “And I’ve got an idea.” When Jake and Dave looked at him, he said, “You gotta have a gimmick and I think The Three Amigos are just to ones to come up with something unique. Let me talk to Barney after the last act tonight.”

When they got home, John said, “This may take a little while to build a following, but if we are regular about it, I think we can make some real money.”

“What do we have to do?” Jake and Dave asked in unison.

“Dave,” John began, “you need to use your civil engineering construction skills to build what is basically a large barrel on legs. Jake, you need to use your theater skills to figure out how to make it easily roll out onto the stage. And I will use my artistic talent create a huge ferocious looking bull’s head and a very muscular body.” He then began to draw out what he had in mind.

“I can make that work,” Dave said, “but I think it has to round off a bit in the back to do what you want to do.”

“And the body has to be bigger if the surprise is going to work,” Jake said. “And I think it should be lower in the front to display things better on stage.”

And so was born the “The Three Amigos and the Bull of Pain .”

After the bull was finally completed, they decided to go full in and stopped dancing on week days. But they didn’t limit themselves to just the after hours show. Their plan required that they started dancing at four o’clock on Friday and Saturday. That meant five performances before closing time, but John insisted that they think of it as one really long performance each night.

After each dancing set, The Three Amigos trolled for additional tips, but as they did they were holding clear plastic containers with their pictures on them. In large letters beneath the picture it said, “Help Keep Me Off The Bull of Pain.” If someone asked what that was all about, they would answer, “You really have to stay for the after hours show to find out.”

One thing which Dave hadn’t anticipated was that the Amigos had gotten an instant reputation when the Leather Lady spanked Dave. At least twice each night someone proposed a table spanking, usually, but not at all times for Dave. Jake, Dave, and John had decided that they needed to be consistent about the cost per swat and agreed upon “One for five, five for twenty, an even dozen for forty.” If someone asked for more than a dozen, the answer was at all times, “Hey, I’ve still got to dance tonight. Wait for the after-hours show. Maybe I will be the one on the Bull.” That was one more incentive for people to stay… and pay… for the after-hours show. Barney was very pleased when the after-hours crowd was larger than ordinary.

The after-hours show took benefit of a loophole in the liquor license laws. On Friday and Saturday night at exactly twelve forty-five, he would announce, “We will be closing in fifteen minutes. If you are returning for the after-hours show, please get your drink orders in now.”

The waitresses and waiters would hurry from table to table getting the drink orders. Then at exactly one, Barney would yell out, “Closing time. Everyone out.”

People there for the first time were at all times a bit confused, but the regulars knew the drill. They would all walk out into the large lobby and Barney would close the inside doors, flip the Open sign over to Closed, and shut off the outside signs. Then he would re-open the door and say, “Welcome to the Purple Oyster After-Hours Club. Remember no alcohol can be purchased or served, only soft drinks and food. Admission charge is twenty dollars per person, payable at your tables.”

He then returned to behind the bar while the wait staff, who were mostly the same staff as before the club closed, but were now totally naked, collected the admission fees and took orders for snacks and soft drinks. Since the Purple Oyster was technically closed and rented out to the Purple Oyster After-Hours Club, which was in his wife’s name, and since no alcohol was sold or served at the Purple Oyster After-Hours Club, the ridiculously prurient regulations of the liquor license board didn’t apply. In other words, after hours anything goes… well almost anything. There could be no direct touching of genitalia because that could be considered prostitution. So no touching unless it was “accidental contact.” It was amazing how accident prone the after hours group tended to be.

Just to be sure that no one crossed the line intentionally, the acts were supposed to remain backstage before they went on. Afterwards, if they changed or dressed or whatever, they could go out front, but no one could go out front in their performance costumes. That notice was posted in several places backstage primarily to satisfy Barney’s lawyers. Since the after-hours crowd included almost every imaginable BDSM outfit, including naked slaves kneeling at their Master or Mistresses feet, no one could really tell if any of the performers went out front to mingle with the patrons.

The Three Amigos , however, needed to stay backstage. That was because the Bull of Pain designed by John, needed to be brought into position after the last regular act. They watched from backstage as Barney introduced Mistress Leather and precious to begin things out.

Mistress Leather was a favorite at the Purple Oyster, and so was precious. Slave precious was not Mistress Leather’s first slave. There had been others through the years, but precious was by far the palest and whitest of the young women who had served Mistress Leather. Mistress Leather liked a white ass… a really white ass… because it showed each imprint of the hand or paddle so clearly. For that reason all of her subs had been red heads and precious was the reddest and palest of them all. Slave precious had also been with her the longest. Perhaps their relationship was not as casual as the others had been. Perhaps there was more than sex and power which bound them together.

“Fellow pain aficionados,” Barney called out loudly, “the Purple Oyster is officially closed. No alcohol may be purchased from the bar. We are just a group of people who are gathered together because we like pain and like to watch the five couples or groups that have decided tonight to display their particular pain kinks for our pleasure. … And remember our beautiful waitresses and hunky waiters are for viewing only. No touching.” He laughed slightly and then said rather roughly, “And I gave that bullshit introduction because my lawyer said it made it more likely for me to get off if we get raided.”

As the laughter began to fade he added in almost a whisper, “… which we won’t because I have also paid all of the unofficial government fees needed for these after hours shows.”

He then smiled brightly and said loudly, “But you don’t want to hear about how I can get off in court. You are here to get off either seeing someone inflict pain or imagining you are the one receiving the pain.” He laughed again and said, “Maybe by the end of the night you might even have a chance to experience either… or both sides of that.”

He made a sweeping gesture with his hand and said grandly, “So without further talking or other bullshit, we begin with the first of our four acts for tonight. I present our perennial favorite, Mistress Leather and her slave precious.”

Mistress Leather strode onto the stage from stage left while two stagehands dressed in all black rolled precious in from stage right. The rolling platform was a round circle with a somewhat tall spanking bench built on it. The top, padded portion of the bench was exactly at waist height for precious, meaning that she could bend over it if she stood on tip toe. She was bending over it, but was no longer on tip toe. Instead her legs were spread out so that her feet could hook two round wooden pegs which stuck out from the legs of the bench.

On the front side of the bench, precious was tightly gripping two similar round pegs which stuck inward from the legs of the bench. It was pretty obvious that the bench had to have been built specifically for precious because she fit exactly as she stretched herself tight over the top of the spanking bench.