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“Have you lost what little mind you have left?” Carlton whispered furiously as Shawn slammed the door to the small room they had been directed to. Part of him could in no way believe the younger man had just said what he had said.
“No!” Shawn whispered back just as furiously, “Lassie, if you don’t have me on that stage in the next sixty seconds, our cover is blown and this whole week is wasted. Not to mention we might not make it back out of this club tonight!”
“I cannot go up there and do those…those things to you.” Carlton said, “Even if I wanted to I don’t know how. And I sure as hell am not having…relations with you. And if I was ever going to have relations with anyone it would absolutely, positively never be on a stage in front of a roomful of perverted strangers.”
Shawn closed his eyes briefly and took a couple of deep breaths before saying, “We’ve spent a minimum of six hours in this place every night for over a week. I know you’ve picked up on at least the basics during that time. We have to do this.”
“I’m an officer of the law, Spencer. I’m not going to do it. Aside from the fact I could be recognized, it’s not even legal.”
“Do you want to find this serial killer or not?” Shawn snapped, still whispering. But Carlton could her an uncharacteristic note of anger in his tone.
“Of course I do!” He snapped back.
Shawn snatched something off the cot that was one of the only pieces of furniture in the small room and tossed it at Carlton, “Then put that on and get me out on that stage.”
Carlton looked at what had been thrown at him and almost threw it down as he realized it was a full head leather mask adorned with only two eyeholes, slits for nostrils, and a hole for the mouth.
“Spencer…” He started again when someone rapped on the door.
“You guys finding everything you need in there?” A voice asked through the door.
“Yup, sure am.” Shawn called back, “Just about ready.” His hazel eyes rested solidly on Carlton.
Carlton held his gaze, warring with himself over what to do. The serial killer they were looking for had picked all of his victims from this club and, although he wasn’t exactly sure how, he and Shawn had wound up having to partner together. The first night they had come here, Carlton could not believe what he had witnessed happening on the stage that sat front and center of the small bar area.
Various couples, apparently just normal patrons of the club, would go up on stage and perform various acts of BDSM up to and including sex. Some of the doms even invited other patrons to come up and allow them to use the sub however they wanted. Carlton had witnessed subs with their asses marked from all the various implements used to spank them but still begging for more, subs held in various states of suspension as the dom invaded their asses with anything ranging from a small buttplug to one of the biggest dildos Carlton had ever seen.
The thing Carlton would never admit to anyone, even under the threat of torture and death, was that some of those scenes he witnessed up on that stage had caused an uncomfortable bulge in his slacks a couple of nights. And on those nights, in the wee wee hours, he dreamed of using some of those same tools on Shawn. Vengeance for all those times Shawn had irritated the hell out of him when he could do nothing about it. Then, when he had marked the younger man’s ass to an angry red from top to bottom and side to side, including the delicate skin between the cheeks, Carlton had taken that ass. He hadn’t had wet dreams since high school and had been shocked the first time he had woken up with his underwear full of cum.
That was the biggest reason he didn’t want to do what Shawn was asking. He desperately needed to keep his desires hidden and if he went through with this, there was no way Shawn would not notice how much Carlton would enjoy doing those things to him. And what would that do to the tenuous working relationship they had finally been able to develop after two years of being forced to work together?
“Lassie.” Shawn said, drawing him back to the situation at hand.
“Fine.” Carlton finally gave in.
Shawn immediately began to strip out of his clothes, “Just don’t invite anyone up on stage with us.”
As uncomfortable as he was with this whole situation, Carlton found the idea of inviting a stranger to come up and put their hands on Shawn caused a streak of intense jealousy to shoot through him. “I won’t.” He promised, slipping the mask over his head.
Shawn had completely stripped and Carlton tried hard not to look at his body, perfectly tanned and surprisingly toned. It was obvious Shawn went to great lengths to keep himself in shape and then for some reason, hide it from the world. Staring at the floor, he started for the door, but Shawn stopped him, “You need to lose the clothes, buddy.” He said, not unkindly, “And for Pete’s sake you’re going to have to look at me. They think you’re my dom.”
Carlton took another deep breath and began to take his clothes off. He could feel his ears and cheeks pinkening from embarrassment and hoped the club lighting would hide it. After slipping out of the last of his clothes, he stood up, forcing himself to look at Shawn. He found the younger man’s eyes studying him appreciatingly.
“Don’t be ashamed of what you got, Lassie.” He said, without a trace of the jokester in him, “You’re one sexy man.”
To his chagrin, he felt his manhood twitch at the praise.
“Let’s go.” Shawn said, “You can do this, Lassie. I trust you.”
The words ‘I trust you’ struck a chord in Carlton that at once made him feel a protectiveness for the faux-psychic wash over him and another twitch run through him below.
When Shawn opened the door, the man that had ultimately pushed them into this positions was standing there. He had basically blackmailed them, telling anyone who would listen that after a week of watching and no playing, there was no way they were one of them. They had to be cops looking to shut the place down. The man’s face had a look of mute surprise as they stepped out of the room naked and ready.
As he led them to the main part of the club, Carlton put his hand on Shawn’s shoulder and to his surprise, Shawn did exactly what he had been thinking and bowed his head to stare at the floor. Carlton sure as hell didn’t believe the whole psychic thing, but the younger man was definitely in tune with the situation. All eyes in the club where on them as they walked toward the stage and Carlton blamed the guy behind them with his big mouth and accusations. None of the other acts they had seen during their time here had garnered the attention of every single patron. There were two couples that did stand out more than the others but still had never been under the scrutiny that Carlton felt weighing on him. And the fact he was acutely aware that he was parading around in front of them naked was not helping matters in the least.
As they mounted the four short stairs to the stage, Carlton knew the only way they were going to make it through this, was for him to blank out those eyes and give his entire focus to Shawn and what he needed to do. He swept the stage quickly as he steered Shawn over to the bench that sat innocuously to the left side of the stage, the bench where he’d seen so many asses be beat over the course of the last week. Moving his hand from Shawn’s shoulder to the back of his neck and pushed him down over the bench.
Shawn allowed himself to be placed, his knees and forearms laying on the padded rests to each side of the bench. Carlton adjusted Shawn until his whole upper body rested on the bench with the exception of his hips. The bench was designed to keep the ass jutting up and out, unprotected from anything the dom decided to do to it. It also left the cock and balls hanging in the air so the only way the sub could get friction during a session was if the dom deigned to touch him. The bench was positioned so the audience had a full view of the back and a mirror had been installed near the head so they could also see any expressions flowing across the restrained man.
Carlton began buckling the restraints that would keep Shawn’s arms and legs immobile. After cinching each one down, he would let his hand gently caress the skin, barely aware he was doing it. He could feel the tremors running through the taught body under his hand but thought it was due to fear and embarrassment. As he cinched the final strap around Shawn’s torso and moved to the back of the bench, however, he realized the tremors weren’t from either fear or embarrassment.
Shawn’s cock had enlarged itself to a considerable size. He was obviously, massively turned on by this whole scene. Feeling a confused wonder, Carlton reached down and took Shawn in his hand, giving it a few experimental pumps. Shawn’s entire body shuddered under the touch and his hips bucked fiercely. Without thinking, Carlton smacked him hard across the left butt cheek with his free hand. Hard enough to make his hand sting. He relished the way the cheek bounced as the strike landed, hand sinking in slightly before pulling away. He must have hit harder than he had thought because an area in the shape of his splayed hand almost immediately turned a dusty pink.
Shawn moaned in response and, either he was a phenomenal actor, or the spank had turned him on even more. Judging from the way his cock had spasmed in Carlton’s hand, it was definitely the latter. A pearl of pre-cum gathered at the tip of that cock and Carlton thumbed over it, spreading it around the tip.
Finally letting go of the cock, Carlton walked over to where the rest of the props where kept. One of the bits of information he had picked up during this operation was that the props were sterilized every night after the club closed and so without hesitation, he picked out a couple of things and took them back to Shawn.
The first thing he used was a cock and ball ring, affixing it into place. Shawn wasn’t going to cum until he was good and ready to let him cum and he had about two years of irritation to make the younger man pay for first. The next thing he affixed were several clothes pins that had extremely strong springs in them. Pinching the skin away from the swollen ball sac, he clipped one of the clothespins to the pinch of skin. He felt Shawn trying to shift away as he attached each clothespin, but he was secured tightly enough that there was no way for him to move away from the source of pain. Each time he clamped another clothespin into place, a gasping hiss would escape the faux psychic and when Carlton glanced down at himself, he was surprised to see he was now at full attention and leaking pre-cum himself. Realizing he was actually getting off on the experience, he decided to go all in.
He raised his hand and brought it down on Shawn’s ass again, this time catching the other cheek and causing the clothespins to bounce around.
“Fuck.” Shawn gasped, the muscles in his thighs straining as he tried to close his legs and stop the motion of the clothespins.
Carlton debated on gagging the younger man, but found that for once he wanted to listen to the sounds coming out of that mouth. Without warning, he unleashed a flurry of spanks to that perfect ass, not counting as the cheeks bounced and the dusty pink darkened into a cherry-apple red. The clothespins bounced and swung madly with each impact causing Shawn to release a series of “Ah! Ah! Ah!” that increased in volume as Carlton landed each smack. The sound of hand to ass was loud in the room and Carlton realized somewhere in the back of his mind the music had been turned off so their audience could hear every sound coming from the stage. For some reason that no longer bothered him. He was focused completely on Shawn and the fact everything he was doing seemed to cause Shawn’s cock to grow even bigger. He was almost as big as Carlton himself now.
Stopping the assault on Shawn’s ass, Carlton ran a finger ever so lightly along the shaft of Shawn’s cock up to the head where he moistened it again with the pre-cum before fondling the slit with his thumb. Shawn whined as his hips bucked again, looking for something to grind against. There was nothing, however. Tracing back down the shaft, Carlton followed Shawn’s curve back to his ass and then squeezed each cheek, letting his thumb delve into the crack.
Withdrawing his hand, leaving Shawn gasping and trembling, Carlton returned to the selection of props and picked up a double tailed tawse and one of the small bottles of lube that were restocked every night. Returning to Shawn, he released a flurry of light but stinging flicks from the tawse. Shawn’s cheeks clenched from the onslaught but the moans escaping him didn’t denote pain.
Carlton gradually increased the strength behind the lashes until he felt Shawn was ready. He paused, steeping back, and bringing the tawse down full swing. Mesmerized, he watched the leather connect with Shawn’s skin, each tongue of leather hitting slightly different areas microseconds apart. Angry red welts appeared almost immediately amidst the overall redness Carlton had already invoked across the canvas of Shawn’s ass. Shawn jerked, clenched, and cried out all at the same time and Carlton found himself relishing the reaction.
Just as Shawn’s cheeks unclenched from the strike, Carlton brought the tawse down again, slightly overlapping the welted skin from the previous strike. As the CRACK! rang out like a shot from a .22, Shawn’s reaction repeated itself and Carlton felt himself grow even harder, becoming almost painful. He had the sudden urge to take Shawn right then, but he refused himself. He had always prided himself in his self-control when it came to anything and this was no different. Besides, the reaction he was getting from Shawn was just to delicious.
The next three strokes were fired off in rapid succession: CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! and he saw Shawn try desperately, and unsuccessfully, to move out of the line of fire. The restraints prevented him from doing much more than sway slightly from side-to-side. Giving him only a few seconds of recovery, Carlton repeated the three rapid fire strappings. This trio caused Shawn to utter a wordless cry, a true sound of being soundly punished.
Three more resounding CRACKs and Carlton paused, reaching down to roughly knead the now-hot flesh. He found it interesting to note the feel of the skin had changed. Setting the tawse down on the bench next to Shawn’s leg, he continued to knead the flesh. As he let his fingers sunk into that radiating heat, his other hand found the erection between Shawn’s leg. Stroking it up and down agonizingly slow, he heard Shawn start gasping. He let his thumb slip between the cheeks to massage Shawn’s entrance as he continued to administer the slow strokes, feeling his cock tingle as Shawn whined and gasped from Carlton’s ministrations. He could feel Shawn desperately trying to increase the speed of Carlton’s hand and purchase some kind of friction to anything around him. By the time Carlton stopped, the pre-cum and become so heavy it was dripping from the tip of his cock in long, ropy strands.
Carlton moved around to the front of the bench and tangled his fingers in Shawn’s hair. He pushed back, forcing Shawn to look up and meet his eyes. The absolute need he saw on Shawn’s face was enough to send an electric shock through him. Gazing into Shawn’s eyes, he wordlessly took ahold of his length and guided it into Shawn’s mouth. Without hesitation, Shawn took the cock into his mouth and it took everything Carlton had to not cum immediately.
After letting Shawn set the pace for a few moments, Carlton again took over, shoving himself in until he could feel the back of Shawn’s throat. To his surprise, Shawn somehow opened his throat and Carlton was able to slide in until almost his entire length had disappeared. Gasping himself, Carlton pulled back and then surged forward, fucking Shawn’s mouth, using it, using him. Just before losing control, he pulled out, trembling. He quickly gripped the base of his shaft to ensure he didn’t accidently tip over the edge. When he had calmed a bit, he forced himself into Shawn’s mouth again, staring into his eyes as he pumped in and out, fingers still tangled in Shawn’s hair and pulling it as he forced his head up and back.
“Take it, Shawn.” He growled low and threateningly, “Take it like you know you deserve.”
Shawn dutifully took it, the need in his eyes only increasing as Carlton repeated his demand.
Carlton pulled out again just before his onrushing orgasm could take control. After several steadying breaths, he leaned down and in the same tone said, “When I pick up that tawse again, you’re getting fifty strokes. You will count them and you will follow that count with ‘Sir’. Understood?”
Shawn nodded wordlessly, tongue slipping out to lick Carlton’s taste off his lips.
Carlton returned to the other end of the bench and picked up the tawse. He let the tongues of leather drift lightly over the still reddened skin of Shawn’s ass. Shawn quivered, shivered, and trembled as the leather traced across him, cheeks clenching and unclenching. After several moments, Carlton stepped back and loosed the first stroke. He allowed himself to use much more force than before and the ensuing CRACK! was louder than any of them thus far.
Shawn yipped but dutifully called out, “One, Sir.”
Carlton loosed the next one and Shawn’s reaction was repeated followed by, “Two, Sir.”
By the time they had reached ten, Shawn’s voice was beginning to tremble on his count and his ass had darkened to a much darker shade of red with crisscrossing welts raising the skin. Carlton didn’t let up and the eleventh stroke was just as hard as the first. At twenty, Shawn’s count had started to sound teary and Carlton found he had to pause before the count was finally called out.
At thirty, there was no doubt that Shawn was crying and after counting he begged, “Please, Sir, no more. I’m sorry, please. It fucking hurts.”
In answer to the plea, Carlton raised his arm and brought it down, CRACK!. Bruises were starting to show against the dark red. When Carlton paused to knead the flesh, he understood the expression of a ‘blistered ass’. His touch caused Shawn to writhe as if he were still being struck and Carlton could see the sweat that was pooling along Shawn’s spine. Wondering if he was pushing too hard, Carlton paced around the bench casually so he could get a look at Shawn’s face.
What he saw calmed his unease as, despite the tears running down his face, that same hungry, need was still in Shawn’s eyes. Returning to his position at the other end of the bench he let fly the next stroke, CRACK!
“Thirty-one, Sir.” Shawn grated out tightly.
At forty-five, with only five left, Carlton let go, using his full strength. Shawn’s cry was louder than the crack and it took nearly five full seconds for him to announce the count.
When Carlton laid the tawse to the side at fifty, Shawn visible collapsed as mush as the bench allowed. But when Carlton released the ring around his balls and cock, they younger man’s erection never faded. When Carlton pumped it gently a couple of times, he felt it twitch powerfully at his touch.
Satisfied, Carlton picked up the lube and slathered it over his length and Shawn’s entrance. Lining himself up, he pushed himself inside Shawn’s tight, heated hole. Carlton moaned, matching Shawn’s moan as his hips rested against the heated skin. As slowly as he could, he pulled back and then slammed in again as hard as he could.
Shawn moaned again, seeking friction for his still rock-hard cock. Carlton new he wasn’t going to be able to hang on long so he reached under Shawn to grip him as he began rocking in and out of Shawn. His movement caused his hand to pump up and down on Shawn and when he felt the orgasm rushing toward him, he had a brief moment to realize this orgasm was going to be a nuclear blast he had never before experienced. When the charge exploded and Just before the world whited out around him, he felt Shawn’s seed spilling out over his hand as the body under him shuddered with release.