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He walks into the bar where it’s filled entirely with cigarette smoke. His nose crinkles, can’t stand the smell. The bartender waves to him and calls out, “The usual?” Joseph nods and continues toward the back. “Betty’ll bring it to ya!”
“Thanks,” he mumbles. He’s sure the bartender read his lips ‘cause he sure didn’t care enough to shout it.
The door at the end of the bar leading downstairs to the dungeon is guarded by two men in white suits. They’re considered the only pure things there, simply doing their job. They have zero interest in what happens below.
They recognize Joseph though because he comes so frequently. A good customer, they always say, and let him through without checking his ID. They get a kick out of his cocky smirk sometimes, and he doesn’t mind when they talk shit as he walks down the steps.
They just don’t know how to have a good time, he thinks.
Tonight the dungeon is rumored to have fresh meat. Joseph has his frequent favorites: a pretty blond with pink under his eyes, though he’s a rough one, and Joseph had to agree to switch once in a while for him to accept Joseph’s patronage. It’s a blessing that the guy is a good fuck otherwise Joseph would never have agreed to be a switch. There’s also a girl there he enjoyed for a while before, Italian also, like the pretty pink boy, but she is small and dainty. Joseph likes to feel a full, bulky body in his hands, so he only takes her on nights when his other favorites aren’t there. The only other girl he likes is a black-haired Japanese woman. She’s voluptuous and rowdy and rides him like no one else, but she’s still too soft, too soft.
The smoke starts to filter out, thanks to the better air quality down in the dungeon. Joseph always thinks it’s ironic, but appreciates their use of the air conditioning downstairs. Sometimes it’s because the patrons request to lower the temperature, if their playthings for the night have extra-sensitivity to coldness. Joseph can’t deny that he’s done that before, too. He loves to watch the little pink nipples rise near instantly, sometimes painfully. One of his favorite things to do is tease his playthings with his tongue ‘til they’re crying as they beg for more.
He reaches the floor level in no time, but remains at the bottom of the steps to eye the scene. It’s not too crowded yet, and there are quite a few new bodies on display along the back wall. The room is more spacious than the bar upstairs, covered in a burgundy red felt carpet. The lights are dim except where they highlight the beautiful bodies bound to metal bars, some gagged, all blindfolded: they are the submissives available for purchase.
Joseph squints to pick out one of the newer bodies, but he hears the door open behind him and turns his head. It’s Betty with his drink. He thanks her and watches as she walks back up the stairs, but he’s not interested; girl’s got curves, but tonight he’s decided he wants hard muscles for dessert.
He turns right back around, stepping out onto the ‘dance’ floor. People aren’t dancing: he sees them in groups, chatting and touching each other; or he sees couples making out in one corner, and a lanky businessman sucking some college football player’s cock in another corner. The businessman has his hands bound behind his back and is blindfolded.
Joseph licks his lips. It is quite a pretty sight, to see someone so professional being reduced to a useless cocksucker. Not that Joseph doesn’t like sucking cocks—but he prefers his to be sucked.
He ignores the silent panting and throaty moans, and looks again at the back wall. Every single body is a new one, and they are all bound to the corners of metal bars, suspended in the air. Two of them have their feet dangling because patrons have already bought them for the night and both seem to have foot fetishes; another has her legs tied higher up as one of three patrons takes his turn eating her pussy. Joseph imagines how wet she must be, whether the other two men have had a taste yet.
But the last body he sees is the biggest and Joseph isn’t sure how he missed the hulking giant in front of him. He’s bound by his wrists and ankles, though his feet may as well still be touching the floor. He’s gotta be at least a whole foot taller than Joseph; that irritates him a bit, because Joseph has always been the biggest guy in the club. Bigger than the bouncers, too. The club owners often plead with him to be a sub, or at least be put on display to play with; and it’s not like Joseph doesn’t notice how the other patrons eye him hungrily. But he isn’t interested in being played with; he is the one who likes to do the playing.
So he saunters up to the big guy, next to someone else who’s licking their lips as they drink in that body up and down. “Bigger than you, Jojo,” he murmurs. Joseph rolls his eyes and puts a hand on his shoulder.
He understands that this is Joseph’s prey for the night and steps aside with an extremely audible sigh.
Joseph, up close now, can see why the man sighed so heavily. This new body really isfresh. Meat. His entire body is meaty, as beefed up as he can get: his arms bulge out, veins splitting from their seams as they try to escape their fleshy confines. His thighs—oh god, his thighs—Joseph waves over an employee, lucky that they are always on the lookout for impulse buyers, and hastily writes a check. His eyes are reluctant to leave the godly being upon which they were gazing, beautifully bound and blindfolded. The employee knows him as a regular, and thanks him with a low bow before scurrying away.
Joseph resumes his inspection. Those thighs are as thick as his own waist, and he brings his hand up to touch the side of it. He grins at the sharp gasp from above, and finally looks up to see the man’s face. He’s handsome, his jaw is angular and strong with a little stubble. An interesting, light blue tattoo shapes an incomplete square around his eyes, though Joseph cannot see what color they are through the blindfold. His eyebrows are thick but neatly trimmed, his forehead rectangular and wide. His hair looks soft, if a little wet with perspiration in its shortness.
“Hey there, big boy,” Joseph says, sultry, glancing at the nameplate beneath his feet. “Wham, is it? You’re mine for the night. I know you can’t talk with that big gag in your mouth, honey, but you better be a good boy for me tonight. Can you do that?”
Wham nods enthusiastically, and Joseph wonders why. “Oh, you’re already excited, I see. Did someone beat me to the punch?”
Wham shakes his head.
“Then why are you hard?”
He cups Wham’s impressive cock that’s tightly pressed against his belly. It’s poking out of the black thong the club has provided him for the night. Wham whines, and Joseph retracts his hand.
“Don’t make any noise until I tell you that you can.”
Wham quiets himself. “That’s better,” Joseph hums. At least (for now) he doesn’t have to teach this sub how he works as a dom. He runs his hands along the underside of Wham’s arms first; his biceps are huge round lumps, and Joseph chokes back a pitiful moan. He can’t let Wham know how hot he is already, how he wants to throw all the games out the window and just fuck him raw. He bets his ass tastes great, too, and slides down onto his knees with his hands on Wham’s thighs again.
“Your thighs are so thick, I love ‘em, big boy,” he growls, digging his fingers into them. Wham inhales sharply, but keeps to Joseph’s command and makes no noise. “Don’t shake your knees. If you do, I’ll go get the paddle.”
He knows Wham wants to moan at his words alone, sees it in the pinch of skin that vibrates on his throat, and briefly Joseph wonders how such a gorgeous, masculine man became a sub in the first place. Who made him so obedient? How is he not among those like Joseph, the dominators, the ones who love to give orders?
Joseph shivers and puts those thoughts aside. Whatever the reason, he’s happy to overpower this man who’s much larger than himself.
He gets back to work and sucks on Wham’s inner thighs. The muscles clench beneath his palms, desperately keeping Wham’s legs steady. And Wham does good for the first minute or two as Joseph decorates his legs with purple marks. But he keeps inching closer to Wham’s heavy balls, and he makes a noise, a little squeak. Doubly worse, his knees buckle close together.
Joseph exhales, disappointed. He knows he should give the guy a break since he’s one of the club’s new additions, but Joseph is much more excited to use the paddle and can’t deny himself the pleasure. He leaves Wham for a few minutes to ask an employee to fetch the paddle. When he returns, Wham’s head is hung low.
“You know you were a bad boy, don’t you, Wham?” he asks, tapping the paddle on his palm. “I’d like to bend you over, big boy, but you don’t deserve the pleasurable angle. Don’t clench those cheeks, baby.”
He circles behind Wham and readies his stance, tapping lightly on Wham’s perfectly shaped ass before he swings back and spanks him hard. Wham can’t contain a whimper, and the sound is music to Joseph’s ears. He spanks him again—a third time—a fourth, and repeats on the other side until Wham’s ass is fully red.
“I think that’s punishment enough,” Joseph says to himself. He drops the paddle to the ground, well aware that eyes have turned onto them. More people enter and fill the empty dance floor with hungry gazes.
Joseph smirks. They all know he’ll put on a good show, so he unbinds Wham’s ankles and pulls down his thong.
“Damn, big boy is right,” Joseph says, laughing at his own half-assed joke. “Look how big you are, baby, I can’t even fit this thing in my hand.”
He demonstrates the fact by grabbing the base of Wham’s cock. His forefinger and thumb don’t touch around it, even as he strokes him up and down. His ears pick up every little whimper that Wham can muster through the black ball keeping him mostly mute. Drool drips down his chin and Joseph catches it with his tongue, surprising the giant now hanging from his wrist binds. Joseph circles around Wham and none-too-gently spreads his ass cheeks.
“You’ve got a beautiful ass,” he remarks, “can’t wait to fuck this tight hole.”
Wham’s back arches, and the shape of his spine as he does so is flattering. It curves upward, and sprouting from the center line come all of Wham’s bulging muscles. Joseph can hardly contain himself and has to readjust his pants. It’s getting quite tight down there.
He giggles mischievously and reaches up high to undo Wham’s gag. “I’m gonna make you scream,” he declares, “and if I can’t then I’ll just fuck you dry ‘til you do.”
Wham whimpers and the next thing he knows, Joseph’s tongue is licking up his balls and over his asshole. He lets out a low-pitched groan, a lion’s growl that has finally been released. Joseph shudders; he loves them with deep voices.
Surely Wham has a deep throat to go with it, a moist cavern for a mouth just waiting for Joseph’s cock to fill it. He shakes his head; now is not the time to be thinking of what to do next.
Joseph laps up and down Wham’s ass; it tastes like a little bit of sweat, but doesn’t smell at all. Joseph’s glad for that. He adores the musky scent of men far more than the flowery odor of women, but he can’t deal with bad smells if it’s too sweaty between the ass cheeks. He massages Wham’s thighs, inching closer to his front where cleverly he sneaks out from his sleeve a pair of clacker balls.
Wham can hear them bounce off each other, and gasps when Joseph wraps it around the base of his cock. “I prefer these to cockrings, big boy,” Joseph explains, kissing with a loud sucking pop on Wham’s taint. He moans loudly to Joseph’s delight.
He presses his tongue against the tender flesh, making noises to vibrate through it. Wham’s whining now, thrashes a little, but with one spank of the hand Wham’s body stills again. Joseph holds his hips tight enough that his fingertips leave bruises in the tough muscles there. He works again on Wham’s taint, just for a little longer until he gets bored and slides his tongue back up to Wham’s hole. Wham’s breathing heavily, mewling every few seconds. He gasps again as Joseph’s tongue circles the outer ring of his asshole, teasing, oh so slowly.
“Please!” Wham begs. His voice is as Joseph imagined: deep, desperate, rumbling in his stomach. Joseph can feel it vibrating through the blood in Wham’s veins and obliges. After all, he asked so nicely.
He pokes the tip of his tongue in the tight hole, moaning around it as he presses against the struggling ring of muscle, in and out—but barely. Wham’s panting now, tensing his thighs and calves to keep from moving. Joseph can feel his toes curl and uncurl beside his legs.
He presses his tongue further inside, forcefully until it’s being sucked in by Wham’s ass. Wham cries out, babbling, searching his mind for a name but finding none. Instead he curses and mumbles, “Oh, yeah, please!” and every time he begs, Joseph feels himself getting hotter. He tongue-fucks Wham faster, kneads his ass cheeks with hard knuckles. His ears are deaf to the shouts and whoops; they only hear Wham’s sexy voice.
He pulls out his tongue and places another sloppy kiss over Wham’s asshole.
“Such a pretty little puckered thing,” he says dreamily. Joseph wipes his mouth and walks around to Wham’s front, a bit wobbly. “Poor thing, you’re so hard it hurts, doesn’t it?”
Wham nods, then bites on his lower lip.
“P-please,” he begs, in a quiet voice, “please fuck me, master, it hurts so bad.”
“Poor baby. Not yet.”
Joseph grabs the base of Wham’s cock. Wham yelps: it’s red, throbbing, with precum staining one side. Joseph grins.
“Almost there, big boy, be patient for me, yeah? Or I won’t fuck you at all. I’ll leave you hanging and hurting unless you quit begging like a bitch.”
Wham sucks in air and says no more. He’s holding his breath, and that gives Joseph back his control. He’s hard and wants to fuck already, too, but he can wait now that Wham’s only kind-of pissed him off.
He turns his attention to Wham’s wide chest. He has beautiful tits, thick and protruding though not in the way a female’s breasts would. Joseph cups them in his hands, feels the hard bulk underneath soft, taut skin. He jiggles them up and down as much as he can, presses them closer and laughs at Wham’s cleavage. It’s not really cleavage, but Joseph keeps them pressed together and motorboats him. Wham’s heart is beating fast—Joseph can feel it against his nose as he rubs it between Wham’s tits—and Joseph knows his action shocked Wham. He’s discovered already how much he loves Wham’s reactions. He loves that the big man is still blindfolded and can only feel, hear, taste what Joseph does to him.
Joseph exhales slowly, letting his hot breath tickle the small hairs trailing down Wham’s abs. He leans back to admire the fat pink areolas surrounding his favorite play-part, the nipples. “You’ve got fat nipples to match your fat tits, Wham,” Joseph says. “I love them.”
He devours one without further instructions for Wham, letting the giant moan as loud as he wants. Joseph’s tongue is at it again, wetting the hard nub before he bites it between his teeth and tugs on it like a dog’s toy. Wham’s whimpering now and juts his chest out, a silent begging for more. Joseph pinches the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Wham’s crying, “Yes! Yes!” and thrusting up into air. Joseph’s holding him far enough away that he has to lean over to suck his tits, but he’s not going to let Wham get himself off, no. Joseph knows these kinds of tricks that submissives sometimes like to pull.
He switches to the other side, sucking on Wham’s drier nipple and tugging with his teeth again. He bites around the whole of the areola and hollows his cheeks, as if he were trying to actually milk the sexy giant. Joseph would’ve gone further with it, too, if not for a quieter whimper that distracted him from above.
“What?” he asks impatiently. But when Joseph looks up he sees Wham’s lip quiver, and he’s whimpering and sniffling like a pathetic child.
“Please master,” Wham begs, “Please forgive me for begging but I need you—god, how it hurts, please master, please, I’ll do whatever you want, whatever.”
Joseph knows Wham has reached his breaking point, or nearly so. His cock is still red, redder even, swollen to its maximum size—surely if it gets any bigger it’ll burst. Wham’s body is shaking and jolts every few seconds, his hips still thrusting into nothing. He’s crying and Joseph wants to make him cum from overstimulation alone, as he’s so affected by it, but his own cock aches and he wants to fuck a tight ass. Tonight is the night he’ll fuck Wham’s tight ass.
He chuckles and runs a finger down Wham’s side.
“You poor baby,” he teases. “I guess I can grant your request. I’m going to let you down now.”
Joseph unbinds one wrist, and Wham steps down easily on one foot, then the other. Joseph holds Wham’s hand and guides him through the admiring crowd, getting a few slaps on his firm ass and gropey fingers on his muscly arms. Joseph barks at them to back off, which they do before he continues on his way. Wham hears the creaking of a door as it opens and closes behind him.
Wham stands still as Joseph undresses; though he is temporarily blind, he can hear the clang of a belt buckle and shuffling as pants are tugged off. Joseph’s hand takes his again, guides it to his cock. Wham practically drools and drops to his knees, reaching forward until he grasps Joseph’s thigh with his free hand and pulls close. He nuzzles Joseph’s thigh, feeling the muscle there himself, panting. He wants to whine and beg and feel Joseph pound him into the floor, but Joseph makes no other move. Not yet.
He laughs above Wham and pets his hair. “You’re like a dog,” Joseph jokes. “Be more obedient, less pathetic, and I’ll make you feel even better next time, big boy.”
Wham nods curtly and releases Joseph’s leg. Joseph keeps Wham’s hand on his cock, wrapping wide fingers around it and stroking up and down, slow. “Like this, baby,” he says, and lets go. Wham keeps the same rhythm, his mouth slightly parted. He really wants to taste his master. He smells so good.
Joseph can tell this is what Wham is thinking and adds, “You can have one lick, big boy. Just one lick.”
Wham knows he’s too eager, but he can’t help it. He leans his face forward, finds the head of Joseph’s cock with his chapped lips. He flattens his big tongue over the slit in a swirl and then leans back a little, following Joseph’s rules of just one lick. He swallows the small bit of precum he tastes, savoring the flavor by humming in the back of his throat.
“Stand up.” Wham stands. Joseph leads him forward three steps, and he can hear springs squeal as Joseph sits down on the bed. Wham is pulled forward again until his knees hit the edge of the mattress. He stumbles forward, but Joseph has scooted all the way back to the headboard and isn’t crushed under Wham’s weight. “Climb over me and finger yourself. I want to see you finger fuck your ass. And don’t cum yet. Only I can make you cum.”
Wham’s a little overwhelmed by Joseph’s various commands, but resolves to do his best. He knows right now he’s facing Joseph, which is not an optimal view for his master. He shimmies around quickly and carefully so that he’s facing away from Joseph, with his ass held up above Joseph’s chest.
“Good boy,” Joseph purrs. “Show me that beautiful asshole.”
Wham obeys, spreading his cheeks wide.
“Mmm, baby, you learn quick. Suck two of your fingers and stick them in.”
Easy enough, Wham thinks. He’s started himself off with two fingers dry before. He sucks on his fore- and middle-fingers, coats them thickly in his spit and presses them to his backside. Joseph helps him find the hole again and Wham presses in to the first knuckle.
“Uh-uh, baby, stick them all the way in. Or don’t you want to feel my cock sooner?”
Wham tries to breathe steadily as he sticks his fingers all the way in. He hisses, moves them very slowly in and out. “Yeah, like that,” Joseph mumbles. “Your ass can take me easily, can’t it, big boy?”
Wham whines; Joseph punishes him with a smack on his ass. It disturbs his insides, and his fingers stop moving.
“I asked you a question. You can take me easily, can’t you, big boy?”
“Y-yes!”
“Then hurry up and stretch yourself out.”
Wham doesn’t know why, but Joseph’s increasing demands arouse him more. He obeys and fucks himself with his fingers faster, wiggling them around inside as little as they will move. He grunts, struggling to keep his weight held over Joseph’s body. Joseph doesn’t seem to mind Wham’s heavy sinking onto his chest, even helps him by holding his ass cheeks apart. Probably more to appreciate the view, but it helps Wham as he leans his weight on one arm. He’s riding his own fingers now, listening to Joseph’s breath become ragged.
“Fuck yeah,” Joseph growls. “Fuck this. Sit on my cock. I want to watch it go all the way inside your thick ass, big boy.”
Wham shivers, and he’s a little nervous. Joseph’s dick is thick from what he can tell when he touched it earlier, though he isn’t sure how long it is. Still, he knows he’s obligated to follow his master’s orders or else break the contract.
Wham scoots back down and lines himself up with Joseph’s cock. It’s warm and oozing precum, and it’s then that Wham realizes how good Joseph is at holding himself back. He moans as the tip presses in and he lowers himself slowly. He hears Joseph’s breath hitch and arches his back to give him an even better view.
Joseph mumbles another hum of approval. He reaches out to grab Wham’s hips, massaging the firm muscles there. Finally, Wham sheathes Joseph’s entire length inside of him; he’s breathing shakily and holds his body still. Joseph hasn’t yet given another command.
“Your ass is so tight, baby,” Joseph moans. “Fuck, can’t wait to pound you. Gonna make you cum, big boy.”
Wham whines softly. He leans forward a little, hands pressed flat on the bed between Joseph’s thighs. His body tenses uncomfortably as Joseph sits up behind him. Fingers fiddle at the back of his head, untying a knot, letting the torn piece of cloth falls over Wham’s chest. He opens his eyes slowly, adjusting to the dim redness of the room.
It’s all very sensual. Wham relaxes a little.
“Mmm, I fit so good inside you, don’t I?”
“Yes,” Wham answers. He doesn’t think he can take another smack on his ass as punishment—not with Joseph’s cock pulsing inside of him.
“Move a little, baby…”
Wham takes a deep breath and moves his hips forward. Joseph growls back a moan; Wham continues, slowly rotating his hips up and down, keeping Joseph’s cock fully inside him. Joseph is getting impatient by the sound of his short breath and by the fingers digging harder into his hips.
“C’mon, if you tease me like this I won’t buy you out again.”
Wham frowns. He obeys, though he knows it’ll hurt, and begins to lift himself off of Joseph’s cock. It’s a physical relief until he sits back down. His inner walls are raw and dry because Joseph didn’t bother to lube himself up. He’s sure there’s some tearing already, but he doesn’t feel unusual wetness that might be blood on him—yet.
He keeps a slow pace, but this movement is favorable to Joseph. He can feel his master’s eyes on his ass as it swallows up that thick cock every few seconds.
Wham almost forgets about his own hurting erection. He whimpers a little, starts to move faster, but the stupid clacker balls are still tied around him and won’t let him cum. It’s aching and he needs Joseph’s touch, but can’t beg; he knows Joseph won’t give it to him.
“What’s wrong, sexy? Let me hear your voice again…”
Joseph holds Wham’s hips in place when he lifts them again and thrusts upward. Wham cries out, his eyes wide. They stare blankly at the dark, closed door. Joseph doesn’t give him a break, pounds straight up into him. Wham is unable to hold back his sounds now, moaning when the tip of Joseph’s cock touches his prostate. Joseph chuckles and fucks him harder, angles himself so that he barely touches it. Wham’s body can’t hold itself up anymore; his back arches deeper, his arms bouncing along to the rhythm at his sides. Joseph slows down a little, letting his cock stay buried all the way in Wham’s ass.
Wham’s crying again. Joseph sees the teardrop sliding down his jaw. He lowers his hips and releases Wham, saying, “Turn around. I want to see your face when I make you cum.”
He sniffles and removes Joseph’s cock from his ass, sighing painfully as he turns around. Wham lines himself up without Joseph needing to guide him this time, but now Joseph realizes the stupid clackers are still there. He laughs—laughs, and Wham is tempted to get off him and let him beat his junk alone. But Joseph untangles the clackers and tosses them to the floor.
“Gonna make you cum,” he repeats. Wham starts to sit back down on his dick, again slowly, but Joseph’s having none of that. “Don’t go slow. You better ride my cock good, baby. I paid for a good ride.”
Wham wants to glare at his master but fears punishment. Fears that he’ll withhold his orgasm even longer, and Wham thinks he’ll burst if he can’t cum soon. He presses down on Joseph’s chest to hold his weight and goes to town, arching his back again and rolling his hips. Joseph’s eyes close for a moment and he moans. Those hands are on him again, tugging at Wham’s forgotten nipples, twisting them both ways and pinching them hard. He cries out; his cock feels alive again, bouncing heavily as he bounces on Joseph. Joseph is growling and opens one eye angrily.
“Yeah, big boy, fuck me like you mean it.”
Wham moves faster. Joseph’s cock is pounding his prostate again, straight on rather than at an angle, and he moans shamelessly. Wham’s mouth hangs open for Joseph to stick his fingers in; Wham sucks eagerly on them. He opens his eyes and stares down at Joseph, though at first afraid he’s broken a rule—until he sees the dark glint in Joseph’s eyes. Joseph is still in control and they both know it; Wham is not punished.
The now-wet fingers move back down to Wham’s chest where they play with his nipples some more. It’s electrifying and feels too good, too much, and his cock hurts so bad and he’s been forced to hold back for so long that he cums without warning, cursing under his breath in-between pants of “Master, master, yes!”
Joseph’s promise came true, with Wham’s convulsing body on top of him as evidence. But Joseph himself isn’t finished yet. Joseph hurls the large body above him onto its back and pushes Wham’s thighs against his shoulders. Joseph can’t refrain himself anymore, fucks him hard into the mattress. Wham’s still cumming, staining white droplets on his gorgeous tanned skin. It gets on Joseph’s stomach, too, but Joseph doesn’t care. He stares straight into Wham’s half-lidded, sparkling eyes and keeps saying, “Yeah, fuck, yeah!” until he loses it and cums, burying himself deep inside Wham. He pulls out after a second to watch his white seed stain Wham’s asshole and balls.
Joseph smiles, waits until he’s milked completely. He strokes his cock a few more times to make sure he’s gotten every last drop, then climbs over Wham so that his cock is in the giant’s face.
“Lick it clean,” he commands, smacking his lips. Wham keeps his eyes open, pokes out his tongue and begins to lap at Joseph’s tip. Joseph moans and runs his hand through Wham’s soft hair, his overheated cock twitching against the moist tongue that cleans every bit of dirty cum off of it.
“Good boy,” he murmurs again, then collapses to the side. “Damn. That was—that wasgreat, for fresh meat.”
Wham’s unsure as to whether the rules apply here or not. Joseph keeps talking, though.
“Mm, I mean, fresh meat is always good, but you… Baby, never been anyone as big asme working here. And I don’t work here.”
Wham hums. He still worries whether he might say something wrong.
“Hey, answer me. Are you here all week?”
“…No,” Wham says slowly, “I’m only here on Fridays.”
“Ah, I see. I suppose I’ll have to change my Friday work schedule, then.”
Wham blushes.
“I’d like to have you every Friday until I decide otherwise. I should hope that’s okay with you—you’re a great fuck, big boy.”
“I—“ Wham takes a deep breath. He turns his head, examines the man beside him. He’s actually very handsome, something Wham did not expect. His chestnut brown hair is damp with perspiration and matches his dark, thick eyebrows. His master’s eyes are a deep marine blue, and shine brightly now that they are not filled with unsated lust.
“I’d like that,” Wham finally says. He eyes his master one more time, and registers in his mind that the man is indeed larger than the average Joe. He smiles a little.
“Good, I’m glad. I’m glad.”
Joseph curls up against Wham with his head resting on a rounded shoulder. Wham is surprised—do all the patrons at this club cuddle after they fuck? After they’ve been on display, humiliated, punished? He shakes his head, doesn’t think he’ll ever understand the underground dungeon scene.
Still, his ass is unsatisfied. It throbs, contracts around nothing, wants more. Wants Joseph’s dry cock to fuck it again ‘til it bleeds. Wham moans softly, feeling his cock twitch back to life.
Joseph smells it in the air. His hand is on Wham’s cock before Wham can even register that he’s horny again.
“Ready for round two, baby?” he asks, his eyes open again. “I hope you like to eat ass, baby, ‘cause you’re gonna eat mine.”