Tom had even suggested that we host a mud-wrestling event amongst the employees and possibly make them strip their opponents naked to win. However, we all quickly vetoed that idea, as none of us wanted to get covered in mud, though surprisingly none of us were against wrestling or strip wrestling.
As the game was finally coming to a close, the bartenders and I began discussing when we should offer body shots. Robert suggested that we could offer banana splits served on the bar between our ass cheeks. We all howled at the idea, but we honestly considered it when we thought about how much money we could make.
After Tim confirmed we had all of the ingredients, including chocolate sauce, Robert made his way to Tom to see if he’d go for it. Judging by the big smile on his face followed by laughter, I judged he was good with it. As Tim and I prepared the fixings, Brian and two other bouncers came up to the bar, after Tom had indicated for them to stay near us.
As Brian approached, I spoke into his ear and told him what we were going to do. He was all for it and asked what we needed from them. I asked if he and the other bouncers were good with situating the ice cream, bananas, and chocolate sauce between our ass cheeks once we laid down on the bar. Brian smiled widely and nodded, he then added, “Yeah, we got you guys. We’ll make sure no one gets too anxious with you guys too.”
Once I gave Tim and Robert a thumbs up, Robert pulled me in close and whispered, “You do realize that they’re probably going to rim your asshole, once they’ve eaten the ice cream and banana? No matter what, your ass cheeks and asshole will be covered in melted ice cream and chocolate sauce. With an ass like yours, they’re going to want a taste. Are you ok with that?”
I blinked and then thought about it for a second. It had been our idea and they were both ok with it, of course, they were both gay and had probably experienced being rimmed before. But I wasn’t going to back out now, so I just shrugged and replied, “Yeah, I’m good with it. If you guys can handle it, so can I.”
Tim grinned as Robert slapped my ass, as he said, “This is going to be so much fun!”
As Brian gave me a boost up onto the bar, the other two bouncers did the same for Tim and Robert. We then turned around to show our asses, as Tom announced over the microphone, “Gentlemen, we have an exclusive offer for you tonight. Our staff will begin serving banana splits between the ass cheeks of our gorgeous bartenders for those of you prepared to make an offer. Just look at those asses, guys. We have three gorgeous bartenders and you can choose which one you’ll taste. The bidding on each tasty ass begins at $100.”
I laughed, bent over, and shook my ass, as the other bartenders and I listened to the bids quickly reach $500. Tom loudly proclaimed that our asses taste great even without ice cream and chocolate sauce, earning a loud cheer as the bids went higher. Tim’s bid ended at $750. Robert’s bid ended at $700. My bid actually went to $1000 after several guys pooled their money and went in together.
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. Brian 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. Brian 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, Brian 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.
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 Tom and Brian 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 Toms (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.