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Joe sat at one of the tables, turning his soda can around and around. He was bored, but not bored enough to go begging to one of the Tops who had more subs clustered around them than they could play within a month. He wanted to play, but not that much.
He picked up the can, only to remember it was empty. Fuck it, he was going to go home. At least there he had his choice of vibrators.
Then a hand came to rest on the table next to him. "Hello there." The voice was smooth, with an Italian accent. He could just bet that whoever had a voice like that probably had subs eating out of his hand. Joe turned to tell him that he was leaving, but his gaze was arrested by the guy's face. It was a good face, with a strong nose and a beauty mark that begged to be kissed.
"Hello," slipped out without permission.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
Joe looked around, wondering if he was being pranked. Everyone knew that Tops didn't have to go to subs. Not when they were so outnumbered. At the same time, this guy was beautiful. "Um, sure."
He expected that the guy would sit across the table from him, but instead, he pulled up a chair right next to him. "My name is Nicky," he said, holding out a hand to shake.
Taking it, he responded with, "Hi. I'm Joe." Scrambling, he tried to think of something else to say. "I haven't seen you before. Are you new?"
"Not really. But clearly, our paths haven't crossed before, because I would remember a face like yours." Nicky leaned forward, not quite into Joe's personal space, but close enough to make his breath catch.
He licked his lips. "Oh? Why's that?"
Joe expected something like Nicky saying he was handsome or maybe friendly. Nicky's answer was, "You look hungry." Joe could tell he didn't mean food.
It was impossible to deny, and honestly, why would he? He let his eyes run over Nicky, taking in the details of his broad shoulders, and his big hands, and he could just imagine what they'd feel like on him. "Maybe a little," he said with a smirk.
"Interested in anything in particular?" Nicky's eyes were intent, a blue-green that Joe's fingers itched to paint.
Since it was his first time even talking to Nicky, much less playing with him, he decided to go with simple. "It's been a while since I had a good spanking," Joe reached out and casually ran his fingers down the palm of Nicky's hand.
"Oh, really," Nicky's voice was breathy, thick. "How about a good fuck? Are you all up to date on those?"
Joe couldn't help the way that he clenched down around nothing, and when Nicky's eyes sharpened, he knew that he'd caught the way that Joe shifted. "I could be persuaded," he said. "Provided you know what to do with your cock."
"Oh, that's not even a question." Nicky pushed back from the table and held out a hand. "I have a key to one of the rooms if you like, or I could put you on a bench. If you prefer the bench, I'm not going to fuck you. I don't like to be watched."
Hmm, Joe liked playing publicly, He liked the attention he could get when he bent over and surrendered. But Nicky's casual self-confidence was sexy as fuck, so he ended up saying, "A room sounds good, yeah." He stood up and took Nicky's hand.
There was a row of small private rooms along the back wall of the club. They could be rented by the hour or for the evening, and when they approached, Joe expected them to go to one of the common rooms. Except that Nicky turned and went to the one on the far end, the one Joe had never seen available. Rumor was that it belonged to the owner of the club.
He wasn't going to ask, not yet. If this worked out and he decided he was interested in more than a one-off, then it would be a good question. After they got inside, Nicky closed the door. It wasn't heavy, and Nicky didn't lock it, so if something went wrong, Joe would be able to summon help. Leaning against the door, Nicky said, "Stoplight system?" and Joe agreed immediately, anything that would let him get touched sooner.
Nicky took a seat on the armchair in the corner. "Take off your clothes. Slowly. Make a show out of it. I want to see the body that's mine for the evening. If you impress me, you'll be rewarded."
Joe went immediately hard. The casual possessiveness of the statement, the way that he was so confident that Joe was going to obey was seriously doing things for Joe's libido. He started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, watching Nicky from beneath lowered eyelids to gauge his reaction.
His breathing stayed steady, but he never glanced away, and as Joe shrugged off the shirt, he said, "Turn around. Show me your back." Turning in place, he stretched, trying to make the muscles of his back pop in relief. "Very nice," Nicky said. "You look like you take a flogger or a single tail well."
He almost changed his mind about what he wanted - a flogging sounded divine - but Nicky said, "Maybe next time," before he could say anything, and with those words ringing in his ears, he turned back around.
Next up was undoing his belt, pulling it out of the loops, and setting it aside. Nicky's eyes were so dilated that there was barely anything but black, and Joe loved the way he was looking, studying Joe, like he could see right into his soul. He paused, toeing off his shoes and socks, and then he unbuttoned his pants.
Turning around again, he pushed them down, stepping out of them while still bent over all the way. Naked, he rested his hands on the floor, spreading his legs enough that he knew that Nicky would be able to see everything. And he stayed there, waiting for Nicky to say something else.
Instead of words, he heard Nicky stand and take a few steps across the floor so that he was standing pressed close. His fingers traced down Joe's crack, pressing lightly at his hole. "Look at that," he said. "It looks like you desperately need a good fuck." Then in a completely different tone, he asked. "How about being called a whore? Or a slut?"
"Oh, yeah," Joe said. This was shaping into one of the best scenes he'd done in a very long time.
"Mmm, do you like having your slutty hole stuffed full, Joe?" Nicky asked. He continued to press gently against Joe's opening with his dry fingertip.
"I do," Joe said. "Please, sir."
"Begging already?" Nicky said with a chuckle. "Not yet, Joe. I want you to stand up and go over to the cabinet to your right."
Joe waited until Nicky moved his hand, and then went to the cabinet. Opening the top drawer, he found a wide selection of silicone and steel plugs and vibrators. He'd never seen anything like it here at the club, but then again he'd never been in this room before. His hole clenched down again, and he could just imagine being filled with one of these while Nicky spanked him until he cried. "Yes. Yes, please," he said breathlessly.
"Pick one of the steel plugs," Nicky said. "Those are sterilized every time this room is used, so I don't need a condom with them."
There were five of the steel plugs, ranging from small to something the size of a fist. He eyed one that would challenge him but ultimately opted for one that was longer but slimmer. Carrying it over to Nicky, he handed it to him. "Please, sir," he said.
Nicky set it on the small table next to him. He absently noticed that Nicky had a glove on one hand and he approved for easy cleanup. "Across my lap, Joe," he ordered with a casual wave of his hand as if there was no doubt that Joe was going to obey. Of course, he had every intention of doing just that, so Nicky had cause to believe it.
It didn't take long for Joe to get in position, his hands and feet on the floor, his ass centered on Nicky. There was the sound of cellophane, and then slick fingers sliding inside him. They twisted and withdrew. But before he could voice an objection, the cool hardness of the plug was being pushed inside.
It stretched him as Nicky pushed slowly but steadily. Joe focused on breathing because it felt like it was forcing all the air from his lungs. When it finally settled in place, he groaned, long and low.
"That's a good look on you," Nicky said. "If you belonged to me, you certainly would never be here at the club without something in your tight hole. It should be filled all the time."
Joe whimpered. It had been so long since he'd had someone to tell him what to do. And while he didn't want that in the real world, here inside the sheltered club? Yes, please, and thank you.
As if he didn't know what turmoil was going on in Joe's brain, Nicky rubbed a hand over one of his ass cheeks. "How many do you want?" he asked.
His mind still locked on giving up control, Joe shook his head. "Don't - don't want to decide. As many as you want to give me."
"Oh, you're lovely," Nicky purred. "Such a good slut. I think we'll start with twenty. I won't be cruel enough to make you count, though. I want you to lose yourself in them."
"Yes, yes, please, sir," Joe nodded, his face pressed up against Nicky's leg. When the first slap fell, it was mostly sound, but there was enough sting that Joe could let his eyes flutter shut. Nicky wanted him to lose himself in the sensation, and as the slaps kept coming, harder, faster, Joe groaned. "Feels so good," he said as a particularly hard one landed on that point where his thigh met his ass. it was taking everything he had not to thrust down into Nicky's lap, to come all over his thigh.
"Beautiful slut, wonderful whore," Nicky crooned out. "So good for me. I can feel how much you need this, your whole body moving with it."
A slap landed right on the base of the plug, and Joe jolted, yelling. He didn't care that it made him easy, he wanted to come. "Please sir, please let me come," he begged. He was holding his hips still with everything he had because if he moved he was going to come.
"What a slut," Nicky said, the words seeming to crawl right down Joe's spine. "Not yet, slut. You'll come when you're bouncing on my cock and not before."
Joe groaned, but he didn't ask again. He wasn't so far gone that he couldn't stop himself from begging for something he'd been told he couldn't have.
Nicky landed three more hard hits to Joe's ass. "That was twenty," he said. He stroked soft fingers over Joe's ass, and Joe groaned. The feeling of the gentle touch where he was so hot and sore was amazing, and he'd have done anything to keep it.
"Pretty little whore," Nicky crooned at him, fingers tracing invisible patterns, up to his low back, down to his thighs. "You've been so easy for me. Going to keep being easy?"
Joe licked his lips. There was a whole range of answers he could give, and he decided on the spur of the moment to be the tiniest bit bratty. "If you fuck me good, yes."
Nicky chuckled. "Such a mouth on you." He tugged on the plug still deep within Joe's hole, pulling just enough to press on the ring of muscle holding it inside before pushing it in deeper. "Do you always smart off to those in charge of letting you come?"
"Sometimes," Joe groaned. "Please, sir, I need it."
"What do you need, slut? Tell me, give me specifics." Nicky never stopped moving the plug, and it was driving Joe absolutely out of his mind. And yet Nicky wanted him to talk beyond begging?
"I - I - let me ride you, please? Want to feel your cock inside of me instead of cold metal." The image of Nicky lying back, Joe straddling his hips was almost unbearable. "Please, sir, let me make you feel good."
"I suppose," Nicky sounded disinterested, but Joe didn't care. He'd heard the "yes" embedded in his words. When Nicky pulled the plug out of his ass, he whimpered at the loss, even if he absolutely needed it removed before he could get fucked. "Stand up," Nicky ordered, and Joe slid off his lap to collapse on the floor.
He couldn't seem to make his limbs obey his orders, and it took him longer than he would have admitted to get from his knees to his feet.
Nicky was looking at him with concern. "Color, Joe?"
"Green. So green," Joe hastened to say.
"Mmm," Nicky hummed. "I think you need a chance to cool down." He picked up a condom from the table and handed it to Joe. "Put this on me, get on your knees, and suck me, nice and slow." He spread his legs like he had not a single doubt that he was going to be obeyed. Of course, he was, so he probably had room to feel that way.
Joe went back to his knees, shouldering his way in between Nicky's thighs. Opening the condom packet, he was unsurprised that it was unlubed. He put it on Nicky's cock and rolled it down just enough to hold it in place, before using his mouth and tongue to roll it most of the way down. He tried, but Nicky's cock was too long, too thick to take all the way down, at least on the first pass.
He looked forward to lots of chances to improve that.
Nicky didn't say anything as he used his hand to finish getting the condom in place. He just rested his hand in Joe's hair. "Before you start - hair pulling? Yes or no?"
Normally that was a no from Joe. He hated what having his hair pulled did to the curls, making them wild and crazy and hard to tame. But for Nicky - Nicky, who was doing an amazing job of giving Joe exactly what he needed? And who actually bothered to ask?
"Go ahead," he said.
He thought he was prepared for Nicky to pull. Not even close. At the sudden bright pain of having his hair pulled tight, his mouth guided back to the head of Nicky's cock, he opened his mouth to whimper. Nicky took advantage by pulling him down over the head of his cock.
He hated the taste of latex. It was one good thing about being with a long-term partner. But he could put that aside for the way that having Nicky's cock in his mouth felt. He was long and thick, straining Joe's jaw, making his eyes water when he hit the back of his throat. Nicky didn't force him to take more than he could do with some effort, but he absolutely pushed him right to that bright line, right before the point where choking on Nicky's cock went from hot to unbearable - and then he held Joe right there.
Joe moaned as he sucked and sucked, his head bobbing as much as he could in Nicky's tight grip. He was determined to make Nicky break, to make a sound that wasn't totally controlled. When Nicky moaned, he was ready to dance a damn jig.
"You're very good at that," Nicky said, as he pulled Joe off by the hair. "Doesn't surprise me, though, an eager slut like you. Of course, you'd be good with your mouth."
Joe flushed, hot and fluttering in the belly, twisting in Nicky's grip. He licked his lips, raw and sore, and said, "It's easy to be eager for you."
Nicky sat forward suddenly, crushing his lips to Joe's. It was devastating how thoroughly Nicky took possession of Joe with that kiss, and when he pulled away, Joe had to acknowledge that he was ready to crawl if it made Nicky happy.
He tried to remind himself that it was hormones. He was getting laid, with all the things he loved best. Of course, he was going to be smitten with the man responsible.
Then he crumpled that logic up and threw it away.
"Please, Nicky. Please fuck me," he begged. Right now, he didn't even care if he came, he just wanted to bring as much pleasure to Nicky as he could.
"Such a good boy," Nicky cooed at him. He relaxed back in his chair. "Get the lube and slick me up." He was still wearing the condom that Joe had sucked him through, and it seemed like he wasn't going to switch them out.
That was easy. Joe was seriously tempted to use less lube since he loved it when he still felt it days later. But Nicky was watching, and how much Joe hurt was up to him. It wasn't Joe's call at all, and Nicky had told him to get his cock slick.
When Nicky's cock was glistening with lube, Joe lifted his hands up. Nicky handed him a paper towel, which cracked him up a little - such a mundane matter - but he dried his hands off, keeping his eyes on Nicky, waiting for instructions.
Nicky patted his thigh. "I want you to come up here and have a seat. You are absolutely not to come until I do, do you understand?"
Joe nodded. It took a little maneuvering to figure out how he could straddle Nicky with him in a chair instead of a bed, but as he got Nicky's cock lined up and slowly sank down, it was definitely worth it.
He moaned as Nicky filled him perfectly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned. "You feel so good, so much better than a toy."
"I would hope so," Nicky chuckled, and Joe could feel him laughing. Before he could do more than tighten his hands into fists, Nicky put his hands on Joe's thighs. "I didn't tell you to get up there to just sit, Joe. Get your whore ass moving, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," he said, raising up, no more than a few inches, and then settled back. He groaned as he did it again and again, Nicky's cock rubbing up against Joe's prostate, setting off sparks behind his eyes.
Nicky's hands weren't still, rubbing over Joe's thighs, around to his ass. One of his hands slid down far enough to stroke Joe's hole where he was stretched around Nicky's cock, and Joe cried out. "What's wrong, pretty slut?" Nicky asked. He nudged his fingers up against his rim again.
Joe tried to figure out how to ask him to slide a finger next to his dick, stretch him even more. Before he could form the words, though, Nicky moved his hands, around to his front and then up over his belly to his nipples. "Next time, I'll clamp these before I make you ride me, just so I can watch the chain move."
"Yes, yes, I'd love that," Joe babbled. "I want to do anything you want, sir, just keep fucking me. Please, sir, please!"
Nicky pinched his nipples, first just a little bit and then tighter and tighter and tighter. The pain zinged through Joe, hot and perfect. "Look at you," Nicky said, his voice not cold, no, not cold, but still dismissive, as if he had expected Joe to be a slut but had no enjoyment from the proof that he was right.
It was exactly what Joe wanted when he was like this, and he'd never found someone who could hit the right note before, much less right out of the gate. "God, Nicky, sir, please, am I being good for you?" Joe begged. "Tell me what you want."
"So good for me," Nicky said, and then he twisted Joe's nipples, hard, and Joe didn't even try to resist the need to cry out. He was moving mostly through instinct now, because he couldn't do anything but lose himself in the pleasure overwhelming his body, shutting down his mind.
"Beautiful. You're beautiful, Joe," Nicky said. His hands were moving all over, impossible to predict. He also couldn't predict whether they were going to give him pleasure or the spice of pain at any given moment.
"Please, Nicky," Joe begged. "Please come in me," he begged.
Suddenly, Nicky's hands locked on Joe's hips, stilling their mad bouncing. "Off," he ordered. "Get off, Joe."
Joe's eyes flew open. "No, no, I'm sorry, whatever I did," he babbled. "Don't make me -"
"I'm going to come on you," Nicky said, his voice strong and certain. "And when I do, you're going to come too. Now, I'm not going to tell you again - get off of me."
Joe whimpered. He didn't want to be empty, but Nicky's voice was impossible to ignore. He slowly climbed down, standing next to the chair on shaky legs. Nicky immediately stood up, grabbing Joe and manhandling him into his space. He shoved between Joe's legs and pushed right back inside.
The casual way that he did it made Joe's eyes roll back in his head. "God, yes," he groaned.
"Touch yourself," Nicky ordered. "Jerk that fine cock, Joe. But don't you dare come yet."
Joe whimpered, his hand hovering above his cock but not quite touching it. "Nicky, I'll come if I touch it," he admitted.
"No, you won't." Nicky's voice left no room for argument. "You want to please me, and that means touching yourself like I told you to. Unless you want me to stop?"
That was the last thing Joe wanted. He slowly reached down, wrapping his fingers around his aching cock, and whimpered as he stroked himself. It was as light as he could make it, and yet it was almost too much. Almost.
"Good slut," Nicky said. "I'm close." His voice was strained, Joe could hear his need in it. "Are you ready for me to come? Remember, when I do, so can you."
"Yes, yes, please, sir," Joe begged eagerly,
Nicky slammed in hard three more times before he pulled out, yanking the condom off. When he came, it was all over Joe's cock and pubic hair, hot and wet and messy, and Joe followed him over, coming with a loud yell.
Nicky collapsed forward, his face pressed against Joe's chest. "Holy fuck," he muttered. "You were fucking amazing."
Joe couldn't catch his breath. "Me? I don't think I have a brain anymore," he said slowly, fighting to make sure the right words were coming out in the right order. He stroked shaky fingers through Nicky's hair. "Would it be... would it be weird to ask for your number?" he asked slowly.
Nicky lifted his head. "Not weird, as long as you'll give me yours. If nothing else, I want to check on you tomorrow to make sure you're not dropping."
What the fuck, might as well ask, "Or you could come home with me and be there just in case," Joe said.
"I would love that," Nicky said, slowly standing up straight. It was a good thing, because the come on Joe's stomach was already becoming tacky and they stuck together a bit. "Let me get something to wipe you down with."
Moving would have taken energy that Joe didn't have, so he laid there until Nicky came back with a damp paper towel to wipe him down with. "Not the greatest, but it'll keep you from sticking to your underwear," Nicky said, tossing the cloth into the trash. "Do you need help to get up?
"I need new bones," Joe said, huffing a laugh. "You fucked all of mine out of me."
Nicky chuckled and held his hand out, pulling Joe to his feet and right into a hug. "I don't have to go home with you if you don't want," Nicky said. "I know that this was pretty intense - "
"The only thing I'm going to mind is if you finish that by implying that it wasn't exactly what I wanted, and that I couldn't have stopped you at any point if you crossed a line." Joe met his gaze straight on, not ducking away or hiding.
"Well, that just makes it sound like I would be foolish to suggest that," Nicky said with a grin.
"Yes, it does, so it's a good thing you're not doing that, isn't it?" Leaning in slowly, Joe pressed a kiss to Nicky's cheek. "Let's get dressed and head to my house. If we get there early enough, maybe we could go for round two."
"Mmm, sounds good," Nicky said, already reaching for his clothes.