Gabe
The way Jason approaches has me aching. He strides toward me, chest out and eyes hungry, with a smirk that makes me want to slide these pants down to my ankles.
When he’s right behind me, he whispers into my ear, “Did my butt-bro dress to impress tonight?”
I play coy just to tease him. “I don’t know what you mean.”
His hand slides down the back of my pants. “You know what I’m talking about,” he purrs before sliding a finger in my crease and massaging my hole.
My breath hitches, and I lean back against his strong chest.
“So, what’s the special occasion?” he asks.
“I knew stiff competition would be slinking around here tonight—had to make sure I didn’t get outshone by the BDSM sex workers.”
Jason glances left and right, then presses against me. He slides down my pants a little more, then releases his hard cock and presses it against my crease.
I hiss and push back. “Fuck that’s hot.”
“Yeah?” he asks. “You like it when I touch you like this in public?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Jason nibbles on my earlobe, then asks, “Should I fuck you over the bar? For the whole place to see?”
My heart pounds. “Would you do that?”
“Yes,” he responds with zero hesitation.
“You’d let the whole gang watch you fuck me?” I ask.
“Yes,” he repeats.
“Why?”
He drags his tongue along my neck and speaks in a low growl. “To let everyone know that you’re mine.”
“Am I yours?” I ask.
Jason doesn’t respond to that, and his silence makes my stomach clench.
I pushed it too far—it was hot until I made it cringy, and now he’ll back off.
But then Jason wraps his arms around my waist. “This ass is mine. Period. Nobody else gets to feel how good you feel.”
Angelique creeps over and says, “As much as I like the view, boys, there’s a whole sex dungeon downstairs. We all know you’d have more fun down there, anyway.” She winks, then tends to another patron.
I look at Jason and ask, “Want to try out this sex dungeon they keep raving about?”
He’s quiet, but the look in his eyes does the talking for him. Jason pulls up my pants, tucks his cock back in, then wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the dungeon entrance. A quick check from security is followed by the two of us descending the stairs and checking our clothes.
I’m about to slide off my jockstrap when Jason says. “No. Keep that on.”
“Oh yeah? You like it?” I ask.
Jason approaches and kisses me. “Don’t ask questions you know the answer to.”
After checking our clothes, we walk into the main area to find a sight that nearly knocks me over.
A lady walks a man on a collar; there’s a whole group of guys with pup hoods rolling around, wrestling on a huge mat, a very bored-looking woman spanks a total leather daddy, and there’s fucking in every way, shape, and form no matter where you look.
“Holy shit,” Jason whispers.
This place is wild. “I’ve never been down here before,” I confess. Then I realize I’m wrong. “I mean, I was here for the fight but never for…this.”
“I mean, same dude. I’ve only been here once, and it was to get my ass kicked.”
We both stand there, awestruck by the debauchery. “It’s kind of hot,” I say, leaning closer to Jason.
He glances at me. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”
I shrug. “I’ve discovered a lot of things since you’ve come back.”
Jason stares at me with intense eyes before slamming his lips to mine. He pushes me against the wall, and my legs instinctively wrap around him, mewling into his mouth while he invades mine with his tongue.
Then he lifts me by my ass and carries me into the maze. “Hold on,” he urges with a low, breathy voice.
He takes me deep into the maze, the dark wood illuminated by the red lights above. The maze gets darker the deeper we go, hiding the thrusting bodies surrounding us in shadows.
I just cling to Jason the entire time as he takes me through the maze until he says, “Fucking finally,” and lays me onto a sling.
Once I’m there, he kisses me fiercely.
“You’re wearing a jockstrap, which means you have to get fucked in a sling. That’s the law,” he informs me.
I crack up. “Since when do you follow the law?” I ask.
“Since I made up this very necessary one,” he replies without skipping a beat.
He hoists my legs up against the chains, pumps lube into his hand from a dispenser on the wall, and slicks his cock.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“What is?” I ask.
“You on this sling with your legs in the air and your ankles resting on the chains,” he replies.
“Yeah? Then do something about it,” I reply with a mischievous grin.
Jason leans in, his face just an inch away from mine. “I intend to.”
He bites my lower lip, then drops to his knees. I feel his tongue lick my asshole a moment later, and I release a low, guttural moan.
“I love how you moan like a bitch when I eat this ass,” he says.
“Shut up,” I gasp, and he just laughs and licks my crease again. “Oh fuck,” I shout when his tongue pulses my hole.
“Gabe, how do you taste this good?” Jason asks.
I don’t fucking know! All I know is I’ll go crazy if his dick isn’t inside me soon. “Jason, I need your dick in me now.”
Jason stands, and his smirk is so fucking sexy. “You’re such a needy little slut. You need my big dick in your ass?”
I squint my eyes at him. “Don’t make me beg for it—we already played this game in the woods.”
“You won’t get it until you do.”
“You asshole,” I spit back at him.
Jason laughs again, then kisses me. “It’s not a power thing. Hearing you say it makes my chest feel too small. That’s why I like hearing it.”
His eyes are sweet when he says it, and I run my fingers through his hair. “Fuck my ass, Jason. I need you. Please.”
His eyes roll back when I say it. “Gabe...”
My entire body turns to Jell-O when he whispers my name. My legs widen, and I look at him with need and say, “Stretch my hole—fuck me deep.”
“How deep?” he asks.
I pinch his nipple, knowing how much he loves it. “Make me fucking scream.”
“Fuck,” he hisses before kissing me again. “You’re mine now. You hear?”
I lightly punch his chest. “Prove it.”
Jason’s eyes narrow and he grins. “You asked for it.”
He pumps more lube onto his hand, slicks his cock, then presses the head against me. “Ready?” he asks.
“Wait!”
We both turn to see some random guy with a beard scurry over. “Let me watch, and I’ll give him these.”
He holds up a bottle.
“What is that?” Jason asks.
“Poppers,” the man says. “His asshole will open up like a Christmas present.”
I look at Jason, who has a brow raised. “Um…is it like hard drugs?” he asks.
The guy chuckles. “You two are cute. This is nothing—a fifteen-second buzz, tops.”
Jason and I look at each other.
I mean…I’m already on a sling. When in Rome, right?
I reach for the bottle. “Just breathe in through your nose,” the guy instructs.
I do and…
Oh wow.
My head spins as my body temperature rises.
And my ass?
So tingly and open…
I look at Jason. “Holy shit. These are so necessary,” I declare while holding up the bottle.
“Let me try,” Jason says, but the guy stops him.
“Get inside him first, then take a hit. It’s better that way.”
The rush from the poppers is still hitting, and I grab Jason’s hips and pull him toward me. “Cock. I need your cock now.”
The man beside us takes a hit from the poppers and encourages us to fuck.
Jason slides his cock in my ass, which really does feel way more open, and the guy lets me take another hit.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan as Jason slides deeper inside of me.
“That’s it, boy. Fuck his ass, you son of a bitch.”
Jason gives the guy a weird look before shaking his head and focusing on me. He pushes deeper inside of me.
His dick slides all the way in, and I grab my knees and pull them to my chest.
“That’s it, boy. Open that ass up for him,” the dude blurts out.
Jason looks…unhappy. “You need to chill,” he says to the guy, who stares at him with wide eyes.
“Jason,” I say while holding out the uncapped bottle to him.
He takes a big hit, closing one nostril before switching to the other. “Holy Mother of God,” Jason shouts. “Fuck, this feels good.”
“Since I introduced you to the joys of poppers, may I keep watching?” the man asks.
Jason looks at me. “Is that okay?”
I give him a thumbs up, and the guy starts jerking his cock.
Jason pumps my ass with long, deep strokes, his eyes rolling back as he uses my ass. “This feels so good,” he says, arching his back while he grips the sling chains.
I take another hit of the poppers and feel the rush. My ass is so needy, and Jason’s cock has never felt better. I start whimpering in between heavy breaths, and Jason grins. “You look so hot getting fucked on this.”
I grab his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss, and whisper, “Crush my fucking hole.”
Several other people creep over to see the show Jason and I are putting on.
I hold my knees while he pounds the hell out of me, and they start creeping closer—hovering as they stroke themselves. One attempts to touch me, but Jason slaps his hand away. “No touching,” he warns.
Jason looks at me and rests his hand on my throat. “Mine,” he growls.
I almost come right then and there. “Choke me,” I beg. “Grip my throat while you use my ass.”
Jason’s hand closes around my throat, but it’s not enough.
“Harder,” I whine. “Please…”
He squeezes his hand, giving me just enough air to breathe. “That’s it,” I gasp out. “Now fuck me harder.”
A snarl rips from his mouth. With his hand on my throat, he moves the sling and me back and forth, spearing my asshole.
The chains rattle, and the men watching moan as we pick up speed.
A bigger crowd forms—nearly a dozen guys watching. Even a few women have stopped to gawk.
I pinch both of Jason’s nipples, and he hisses.
“Pinch them harder,” he demands. “Make it hurt.”
Jason is sweating beneath the red lights, and he looks like a gladiator. His firm muscles are flexed as he grips my neck and pounds me with a demonic look on his face. “Oh, Jason…I fucking lo—“
I stop, releasing his nipples to cover my mouth with my hand, just as he comes with a wail.
Some of the men surrounding us start shooting their loads, too.
Jason releases my throat and asks, “How do you want to come, Gabe? I’ll do anything.”
All I want is for him to stay inside me, but I know he’ll get soft soon. “Rub my spot with your fingers, Jason.”
He smiles and pumps more lube onto his hand, then slides out of me. Jason inserts two fingers into my asshole and massages my prostate. “Yes!” I gasp. “More. Put three in.”
Jason slides in another finger, stretching me out in the best way possible. “More,” I yell.
His eyes widen, but he doesn’t argue. He slips a fourth finger inside me, and I moan with ecstasy. “Fuck me with all four fingers,” I grit out, and Jason starts pumping my ass with his hand.
I’m a babbling mess…screaming a mix of demands and pleas as my whole body shakes.
The crowd watches, some with their mouths ajar while others furiously masturbate. I haven’t spoken this much in front of people other than Jason in years, but I just can’t bring myself to care. It feels so good, and I’m so happy right now.
“I’m gonna come,” I shout, and Jason’s mouth envelops my cock, swallowing my load.
“Holy fuck,” I yell, my body shuddering as my release shoots into his mouth.
Jason releases me with a pop of his mouth and kisses me. “You are fucking filthy,” he croons.
“We both are,” I correct.
“True.” Jason lifts me out of the sling and cradles me in his arms.
“Are you carrying me?” I ask with a laugh.
“Fuck yeah,” he replies. “These pigs will maul you if I don’t show that you’re off limits.” Then he barks to the crowd, “Move it. Show’s over.”
Jason carries me back to the clothing check-in, and we grab our stuff.
When we return to the bar, Torren and Felix are gone, but Angelique delivers a message.
“They wanted me to let you know that they could hear you from up here, and they’re very impressed.
” Then Angelique looks us up and down and says, “The next time you two do something like that, it has to be when I’m off. I want a front row seat.”
I can’t help but laugh.
You and everyone else at this club, apparently.