Now Comes the Dark (Basic Instincts #1)

Chapter Thirteen

Return to The Viaduct

The heat and funk of The Viaduct took Roman in a familiar embrace. He had stood in line in sub-zero conditions for over ten minutes before reaching the front. With getting up early for work every Friday, he had yet to experience The Viaduct on a Thursday and was surprised to find it was the busiest night of the week. It was almost ten-fifteen when he got through the queue, paid the entrance fee and reached the changing room.

The theme for the evening was underwear or nothing.

The door attendant had given him a clear plastic bag for his clothes. Seven other men were undressing when he entered. Roman took off his scarf, gloves and coat, stealthily watching to see how far the others would go. A stunning Black man in his forties stripped to a grey jockstrap. His body was well-muscled, beefy rather than ripped, with a broad, hairy chest. The pouch of his jock struggled to contain his arousal. When he turned around, the rear displayed the most spectacular bare arse, wide and meaty, like a rugby player. Another man, late thirties, gym-perfect, went fully naked. His dick was on the small side, bolstered by a leather cock-strap, but from the way he arched his back and popped his hips, his cock was not on the menu. It was alpha bottom behaviour.

The rest of the men undressed to their underwear. They mostly wore boxer-briefs with trendy names blazed across the waistband. Their bodies ranged from skinny to muscled to big. As they went into the bar, more newcomers took their place.

Roman had visited the city centre sex shop on his lunch break yesterday to buy his costume for the evening. Given the excitement his backless pants had triggered in Mallon earlier in the week, Roman had known exactly what to choose—a pair of red briefs, cut away at the back to expose his arse. They weren’t quite a jock strap. From the front, it appeared he was wearing a regular pair of pants, but when he turned around, there were his buttocks in their naked glory. The briefs went perfectly with his black, leather walking boots.

He bagged up his clothes and handed them to the attendant in exchange for a numbered wrist band and a token.

“That will get you one free drink,” the attendant, a friendly looking middle-aged bear told him. “Anything else, run a tab on your wrist band and settle the bill when you collect your stuff at the end of the night.”

Roman thanked him, familiar with the process, and moved through to the main bar.

It was packed. The warmth and scent from so many bare bodies was intoxicating. He’d never seen the place so full, not even on Saturdays. He wondered if the underwear theme was the most popular of their events? Or had the implicit danger of taking a stranger home for sex brought the crowd in? It might not be private, but in here they could fuck whoever they wanted, knowing there was safety in numbers.

He pressed his way to the bar, sliding against naked flesh, already slick and smooth with sweat. Heavy techno blared from the speakers, and the porn that played on the TV screens was hardcore fetish stuff, all leather and stretched holes. When it was his turn to be served, he exchanged the token for a vodka and Coke, the most expensive drink he could get for free. Later, when he had to pay for his drinks, he would switch to the cheaper beer.

He found a space against the wall where he could lean on the shelf to have his vodka. It was against the rules to take glasses and bottles up to the cruising areas.

The soft material of his underpants was surprisingly stimulating against his crotch. It grazed his cock and balls like silk. He had tried them on briefly last night, but wearing them properly for the first time, walking and moving around, was an unexpected thrill. Despite the cold outside, he’d had a semi-erection all the way here, and now he was in the club, it had grown to a raging boner. Together with the exposure of his arse, they were the sexiest pants he’d ever worn.

Eyes were on him. Hungry faces watched from all directions, checking out his cock and butt. Roman took a deep swallow. Let them look . Mallon treated him like the hottest young man in Blyham. Displayed and aroused in his new pants, he felt that way, too. The same men wouldn’t have looked twice at him in his student days, when he was thin and awkward, with a gaunt face that didn’t really suit him. Other gays bitched about getting old, about their need for Botox and other treatments to fight time, but Roman knew he had gotten better with every year.

At thirty-eight, Mallon was living proof that men could get more handsome and desirable as they aged.

Roman was just beginning. He would embrace maturity, not fight it.

He knocked off his drink, unable to contain himself any longer. He’d been hot with anticipation from the second he’d woken up that morning.

He pressed back into the crowd, pushing towards the stairs. Anonymous hands groped as he passed. They grabbed his hard cock, patted his buttocks, someone was bold enough to slip their fingers into the crack, aiming for his hole. He ignored the unwanted attention. His exposure gave them an invitation to look and nothing else. They could keep their dirty hands to themselves. He shook them off and moved on.

The upper playroom area was even busier than the bar, but it was bigger, making it easier to move around. Bare, sweating bodies were entwined, heaving together, illuminated by the sleazy red lighting. Though the techno music played, it was not as loud up here. Cries of ecstasy, guttural pleasure and the persistent slap of skin against skin dominated.

The room reeked of sex, of sweat and cum, arse and poppers. He breathed it in deep, intoxicated by the pungent baseness of it all.

There were eyes all over him, just like below. With his chin held high, Roman prowled through the massive room, stepping around men as they kissed and groped each other. More hands reached for his arse and tried to grab his bulge. When he moved away from them, they didn’t follow. It was a clear rule of The Viaduct that all attention should be warranted, and no meant no without exception.

The sling had a sizeable crowd gathered around it. Heads were bowed, watching, and the jerking of their shoulders gave away what was happening. He couldn’t see the recipient of all that interest, but the suspension chains swung back and forth, and someone clearly shouted, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me more.”

Roman’s cock swelled harder than ever. He wondered what it would be like submit so thoroughly, to surrender his body for the pleasure of so many men—to take them on without a care for who they were or what they looked like, all comers welcome. It was a dark fantasy, one he’d gotten off to more than once. He was no stranger to threesomes, hooking up with couples when the time and combination was right, but he doubted he was uninhibited enough to act out his gangbang dream.

Not that he needed to when a man like Mallon could fuck him harder and better than all those guys put together.

He continued across the floor, making for the vaults. The corridor was thronged on either side. Guys edged the walls, presenting themselves, their faces filled with expectation. They stared at Roman as he passed, tugging their cocks through their underpants, showing how turned on they were. The sexual tension was heavy, almost palpable. Roman’s cock strained against the pouch of his new pants. He’d created a damp patch of pre-cum already and hadn’t engaged in a single act yet.

When strong arms wrapped around his torso, a chest pressed against his back, a hard cock against his buttocks, he didn’t resist. The touch and smell were already so familiar. He leaned into the man who held him.

“What kept you?” Mallon growled in his ear, nipping the lobe with his teeth.

Roman shuddered. The place was sweltering, and still his body rippled with gooseflesh.

He arched his neck, turning his head towards Mallon. He reached behind to touch him, discovering bare flesh. Mallon had chosen to ignore the underwear theme in favour of full nudity. Mallon pulled him tight, pressing their bodies together.

“I like what you’re wearing,” Mallon said, and licked the sweat from his neck.

“I wore it for you,” Roman gasped.

Mallon’s fingers were on his nipples. He rolled and squeezed, sending pleasure all through his torso as the tips hardened to his touch. Through half-lidded eyes he caught the attention they were drawing. Guys turned to watch them, stroking their cocks with open intent. One man, thick-set and completely naked except for a leather mask that covered his entire head, took himself in both hands, squeezing his balls with one hand while working his shaft with the other. Another man tugged his erection free of his boxer-briefs. He licked his palm before getting to work on his dick, staring at Roman the whole time.

It shouldn’t have been so arousing, but it was—being watching, knowing they were turning these other guys on.

Mallon steered him to one of the arched chambers. It was empty inside, apart from a padded bench. There was a curtain that could be drawn for privacy. Roman tingled with excitement when Mallon left it open.

“Do you want them to see us?” Mallon asked.

He nodded, unable to speak.

Mallon let go of him, backing away to lean against the wall. His handsome features were strong in the shadowy red light. “Turn around and let me see you.”

Roman did what he’d asked. They had fallen into a hot routine, Mallon telling him what to do and him obeying without question. It was nothing deep, like BDSM, just something extremely erotic and sensual. Roman loved to please him.

Mallon looked like a God. His perfect physique glistened with sweat beneath the red lights. He grinned lasciviously, staring at Roman’s new underpants, distorted completely by his raging hard on. Mallon was naked, apart from black leather construction boots and a steel cock-ring. The shaft of his cock throbbed with engorged veins, the head wet and shiny, and his ball sack, lifted by the ring, was full and jutted forward from his hips. As Roman feasted his eyes on his dick, Mallon twitched it.

“It’s all for you,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Roman dropped to his haunches and cupped his hand around Mallon’s balls. The sack was tight and full. He squeezed gently before going in with his mouth. He drew his tongue along the smooth skin and inhaled the warm, musky scent of Mallon’s groin. Oh, yes . The salty taste and ripe smell were intoxicating. He nuzzled the base of his cock with his nose but kept his primary focus on his nuts, opening his mouth to take one inside, applying the slightest amount of suction.

Mallon groaned, edging his hips forward while running his fingers through Roman’s hair, caressing the back of his head in a motion that was both tender and passionate.

He released his ball and drew the other one inside, sucking a little harder this time. Mallon tightened his hold. Roman sucked deeper, until his heard a sharp hiss of breath, taking Mallon to the borderline of pleasure and pain. They were too big for him to take both balls in his mouth at once, so he alternated, sucking one then the other.

He was aware of a crowd closing in around them. He heard their murmurs of approval, the slick sound of their hands on their dicks. They could beat their meat as much as they wanted, but Roman’s mouth was for Mallon’s pleasure only.

He released his balls and moved up to his cock. Pre-cum drooled from the tip and down the shaft. It coated his tongue in its salty slick when he swallowed. Mallon tightened his grip on Roman’s head, guiding the back-and-forth motion.

“Look at that slut. He fucking loves it,” somebody said in a leering, overly loud voice.

Someone else sniggered.

Let them jeer . Roman was the one servicing the hottest man in the place. They were only jealous. He relaxed his jaw and took Mallon’s dick all the way, letting it sit in his throat. It cut off his air supply. He held it for as long as he could, until his eyes watered, and he started to feel faint. He withdrew, choaking, gasping.

“He’s a real little pig,” someone shrieked.

He worked Mallon’s cock with devotion—deep throating, daring himself as he pressed his nose into his musky groin, against the cool steel of his cock-ring, to keep him inside for longer each time he swallowed. Mallon gripped a handful of hair and pulled him off.

“Enough. I want to show them your ass is mine.”

Roman trembled with fresh excitement when Mallon reached into his boot and produced a sachet of lube. He nodded appreciatively and climbed onto the vinyl-covered bench, getting on all fours, and presenting his arse. Mallon tore into the sachet and emptied the contents into Roman’s crack. Then his fingers got to work, massaging his opening, pushing the lube inside. One finger. Two. Three. Mallon drove into him with a smooth, twisting motion, ensuring he was fully prepared. Roman clawed at the vinyl surface, arching his back, and opening himself farther.

The entrance to the vault was packed. There were more men behind those who had the prime spots, standing on tiptoes to watch over their shoulders, obtaining a better view. He’d had sex in front of a couple of people before, but Roman had not been observed by so many. It was all-consuming.

The man in the leather mask was at the front, leaning against the stone archway, slowly stroking his dick. There was something unnerving about the mask. It covered his entire head, and the soft leather moulded to the features of the face. His eyes glinted through two open holes. The zipper across the mouth was undone, exposing his moist lips and bared teeth. Roman saw nothing mysterious or erotic about the hidden identity. It was frightening, like a killer in a slasher movie. He turned away, looking at the excitement he’d caused for the other, wanking men.

Mallon’s cock pressed against his hole. This was it. Roman dropped to his elbows and lay his head on his forearms. Mallon pushed the head of his cock inside, then grabbed Roman’s hips in both hands to drive it all the way. Roman sighed. The fullness of that cock completed him. Mallon is in me. He’s mine .

Sweat poured over Roman’s face as Mallon rode him. It stung his eyes. He licked his lips and tasted it. The men who watched grew more serious in their voyeurism. With their eyes fixed on Roman and Mallon, they tugged their balls and stroked their dicks with increasing force. The slap of Mallon’s hips against his bare, upturned arse added to their groans of pleasure, along with the slick sound of hands upon cocks.

The back and forward friction of Mallon’s dick was sweet bliss. Each deep thrust triggered greater ecstasy. Mallon gripped his hips tighter, and his pace became faster and more erratic. Roman recognised the signs.

Yes. Watch this, you bastards. Watch this man breed me .

Mallon pulled Roman’s arse tight against his hips when he came. His cock pulsed and swelled as he spewed his load inside.

“Fuck, yeah,” somebody called from the crowd.

Then something hot and wet splashed across Roman’s shoulder. He opened his eyes to see that several of the observers had moved closer to the bench. A chunky bear had just shot over him. Another man, right in front, squeezed his balls and tilted his hips to unleash a gushing torrent across Roman’s face. The man in the mask came next, depositing his cum over his back.

It was getting crazy. He hadn’t asked for any of this. At the same time, he didn’t want it to stop.

With his arse still rooted on Mallon’s cock, Roman closed his eyes and let the cum spurt all over him.

* * * *

“Did you enjoy that?” Mallon asked.

He had closed the curtain, and they were alone in the vault. Outside, Roman heard the sex party continue in the surrounding rooms and corridors. Mallon sat on the edge of the cum- spattered bench, and Roman straddled his lap, with his arms around Mallon’s neck. Mallon’s hands held his arse, one finger gently massaging his tender, sloppy hole.

“I did,” he admitted with a soft laugh.

He had wiped the cum from his face, but it seemed to be everywhere—in his hair, dribbling down his back.

“All that cum,” Mallon said, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “For you. All those orgasms, all that pleasure. They did it for you. I did it for you.”

“You knew I would like it?”

“I had a feeling you might.”

“And you? Did you like them watching us?”

He shrugged. “Let them watch all they want. I’m the one who fucked you. They can come as much as they want, but they can’t have what I have.”

“It felt kind of dirty…in a good way.”

“You’re a dirty boy. You like to tease and show off your ass.” He gave his butt a gentle slap. “I’m right, eh?”

Roman hugged him tighter. There was a slickness between their chests that could have been sweat or cum or both. He wriggled, smearing it between them. Their hard nipples rubbed together. “As long as I’m doing it with you, I’m game for anything.”

Supporting his arse, Mallon stood. Roman wrapped his legs around his waist and tightened his grip on his neck to bear the weight. Mallon turned around and laid him down on his back. He gripped Roman’s ankles and held them wide and open.

“This time it’s just for me,” he said.

With a smooth roll of the hips, he re-entered. Roman gasped, savouring the feeling of completeness again.