As soon as he walked through the door, Ryan could feel the tension in the air. The dimly lit room was filled with the heavy scent of leather and sweat. He could barely make out the shapes of the other people in the room as they moved around him.

"Welcome," a low voice murmured in his ear. He turned to see a tall, tattooed man standing behind him. "I'm Ricardo. Are you ready for some fun?"

Ryan nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had heard about this place from a friend but had never imagined it would be like this. And yet, as he looked around at the others in the room, he felt a strange thrill run through him. They were all here for the same reason, after all.

Ricardo led him to the back of the room, where a group of people were gathered around a large wooden bed. A woman was strapped to it, her limbs spread wide, and blindfolded. Ryan could hear her moaning softly as the others touched and teased her. He felt a rush of heat between his legs as Ricardo handed him a leather paddle.