So there I was, all dressed up, like I was told. Jockstrap, long sleeved latex gloves, harness, the whole getup. I made it through the crowd unscathed, although a couple of cat calls and offerings for good times were unavoidable. The guy guarding the VIP lounge looked me up and down when I told him, I was here to meet Gladius. Asshole gave me a smirk as he opened.

"So you're the special guest.", he muttered as I made my way past him. The VIP area was completely deserted. Except for him. Gladius was there, having heeded the fashion advice from Officer Munroe no doubt: Leather harness, leeather jockstrap. He practically oozed dominance. He held up a collar and some straps with chains on them. I was unsure how he was gonna attach those, but the collar was definitely meant for me. I gulped. "Down on your knees." He commanded and I obeyed. I mean, how can you say no to such a prime specimen of stallion goodness? Before I knew what was happening, I was trapped. Bound to him. The zipper of his jockstrap opened and I couldn't do much but take all of it in my muzzle. Locked, completely stuck to him. The stallion grinned as he turned his head. "Ah, good. Audience is here." It was gonna be a long night.