"Isn't what I'm wearing a bit... unusual?" I asked, looking down at myself. I've seen bars with modest wear, and bars with a little less than modest wear. But this... this was a bit more than immodest. The whole outfit was tight, clinging to my form. The black spandex shorts that were part of the costume clearly hugged my cock and ass tightly, showing off an outline of where my package bulged from the fabric. My flat chest was covered by a red shirt that said "BOYMEAT" in big white letters, which made me feel a bit flustered. It was so constricting that my nipples were accentuated and visible, almost to the point where I wanted to cover my chest. In other words, I was clothed, but in a sense, I was nude. It was strange.

The manager sat back in his big chair, resting his hands behind his head as he looked down at me with a smirk on his face. His expression told me that he was enjoying seeing me look uncomfortable, for reasons I didn't want to guess at. "It's not about what you want, boy. You're here for the patrons."

"Right, but I just pass drinks?"

He let out a hearty, throaty laugh. "Well, how about you try your first night." His smile quickly adjusted into a serious one as he continued. "Remember, I'm giving you a place to stay, so you better not fuck this up for me."

I gulped audibly. I hadn't had to deal with this sort of thing back in my last job back home. "Yeah... sure. Whatever." I stood up and turned to go, seeing as he was done talking. His way of dismissal seemed to be fiddling with a box of cigars that had been sitting on the table in front of him.

"Oh yeah." He finally said after lighting one of the cigars. "There is one last thing that you need to know about what we do here."

"Yes?" I asked, turning back to him.

"We serve drinks here. Lotta patrons get drunk. If they get a little hands on, just ignore it. Even better if you give some positive feedback." He took a puff of his cigar before continuing. "Just don't get bitchy or try to be funny with anyone. They're just having some fun."

I assumed that this was just some kind of warning. It was a strange way to put it, but I'd take it. "Yeah, I got you." I nodded and exited the office, entering the rowdy main bar. The whole place was lit in orange from the flickering lights. As I passed through the open door, the sound of people talking and yelling filled the room. My shift had started with the ending of my little onboarding meeting with the manager. I saw drinks on the bar table with a ticket next to them indicating where they needed to go. Pushing my outfit out of my mind, I quickly a plate of drinks and headed off to its table. I saw as I approached that it was one of the louder tables, with drunk men shouting about how hot I was.

"Damn, boy. Where did you get those clothes?" A man slurred loudly as he noticed me, still holding an empty mug he'd just finished.

"Uh, well, um, the manager gave them..." I began, trying to stall for a second to get a hold of my nerves.

"Ah, he knows how to get me going, sending boys like you around."

I ignored his comment and started placing more drinks at his table, when I felt someone grabbing my ass. It was another wasted man at the table, staring me directly in the eyes as he lecherously groped at my butt. I wanted to speak out, tell him to stop despite my manager's orders, but I was confused. My dick... was hardening at the feel of his touch, straining the spandex shorts.

"If this were a different kind of establishment," I heard him say, "you'd be taking my cock in your mouth right now. And I bet that ass of yours looks good in those shorts." He let his hand give one final squeeze, and drop back to his side as he made his best attempt to stay upright in the chair.

"H-Here's your drinks!" I quickly blurted out, finishing passing around beer to the table that obviously already had too much. I made my actions quick to finish and escape, before more men grabbed at me. I wasn't gay, so I didn't want to accidentally give the wrong idea by getting hard when a man's hand felt me up.

Trying to ignore the light throbbing in my elastic shorts, I grabbed the next round of drinks and headed to another table. It was another round of grizzly men, barking at eachother and laughing. They saw me approach, and paused their banter to speak.

"Ooh, boss man got a new boy!" One hollered, in a slurred and gross tone. I was unsure how to feel about all this attention from other men, but my body felt like reacting nonetheless. I wasn't used to getting this kind of reaction, especially in such a short period of time. I started handing out drinks once again, but after just a few drinks were passed, the drunkard in front of me grabbed me and pulled me close.

"So, you're gonna be working for us tonight?"

I paused for a second as his breath wafted in my face.

"I'll be, um, serving drin—"

He pulled me even closer. "I ain't talkin' about drinks, ya fuckin loon."

I could feel my face burning, and worse, I felt my spandex being pushed outward in a gross tent. He looked down, and smiled in satisfaction at his work. "Hey fellas, look at our boy's package!"

I heard some cheers from the table he was sitting at, as I tried to cover it up and pull away. He was strong, though, and I couldn't get myself free of him. I felt myself get hard, and a panicked glance showed the other patrons staring at my crotch as well.