Reports of missing people have been on the rise. Strangely, many people have started to also report sightings of beings described as “monstrous” or “unnatural.” With so many reports coming in, word got to Detective Wilbur Liang who took the case without even a second glance. A witness even came in for questioning. While other officers wanted to excuse the case and shuffle it under papers, Wilbur noticed that the witness kept rubbing their neck. At an opportune moment, Wilbur managed to see two puncture wounds on the witness’s neck.
Adamant to take on the case, Wilbur is finally given the go ahead to take on the investigation. The supernatural aspects of what has been reported is what drew Wilbur in. Despite what many other officers are saying, Wilbur is determined to get to the bottom of the case, especially if it involves some supernatural aspects. The location of interest in which all of the reports have in common, Club Rendezvous.
Club Rendezvous is a notorious kinky sex club in the heart of the city that is relegated as the newest hot spot. Though the main floor serves for dancing, drinking, and partying, separate floors of the clubs are designated for the hedonistic actions of sex and chains hidden away in the labyrinth of hallways.
During the day, Club Rendezvous is quiet, almost desolate, waiting for the nights ahead for action. This is the opportune moment for Wilbur to talk to the owner of the club, Darin Barrows, for approval to investigate.
Inside Darin's office of the club, Wilbur sits calmly, crossing his arms as he closely watches Darin’s expressions. Darin is a tall, imposing older man with broad shoulders and robust build that’s noticeable under a nice set of formal clothes. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back, his facial hair nicely kept. Darin furrows his brows as he looks at Wilbur.
“Like I have said, detective, I do not want any police officers here investigating and ruining my business. Seeing a lot of cops would not bode well and I would not be a happy man,” Darin grumbles.
“I may be a detective, but I operate more like a private investigator, Darin. Would it put you at ease if I were to say it would just be me undercover in your establishment?” Wilbur asks.
Darin responds, “No, because if something were to happen, you’d probably make a scene. I know you officer types, no concern for property as long as you ‘catch your perp’ right? We don’t need any of that here.”
“So you’d rather be compliant with potential crimes that could be happening in your establishment and endanger your patrons? That’s a strange business move if word were to get out that people have been going missing in your establishment,” Wilbur retorts.
“Those are only allegations, detective, not concrete proof,” Darin replies.
Wilbur chuckles quietly, shaking his head slightly. Darin raises a brow and asks, “What’s so funny?”
“I can see it in the headlines now. Club Rendezvous shuts down due to owner’s negligence,” Wilbur provokes, a sly smirk forming on his face. He knows exactly what he’s doing. If words of warning won’t work, perhaps provocation will.
Darin furrows his brows deeper, the anger creasing on his forehead. He leans in, his icy gaze fixed on Wilbur. The tension in the room becomes thick and palpable. Slowly, a sinister smile curls on Darin’s lips as he speaks, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, detective. You have no concept of the power I wield.”
Wilbur leans back on his chair, crossing his leg over the other casually. He responds with unwavering confidence, “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Darin. Power is just an illusion until it’s tested, isn’t it?”
“Bold of you to say, detective,” Darin says, his voice low, “but you underestimate me. Let me remind you, this is my domain, my kingdom, and in my kingdom, I make the rules.”
Wilbur raises an eyebrow in response, his confident smirk never leaving his lips. He leans forward slightly, his gaze unwavering as he meets Darin’s. “Is that so? Tell me, what kind of rules do you play by in your kingdom?”
Darin’s eyes flicker with a dangerous glint as he leans even closer. The air is crackling with tension, thick with the dynamics of power between the two men. His voice drops into a husky whisper, “In my kingdom, rules are meant to be broken, boundaries pushed. And those who dare to challenge me often find themselves on their knees, begging.”
“Is that a threat?” Wilbur retorts with a defiant chuckle. “Because…I’ve never been one to kneel before anyone.”
Darin stands from his desk, towering over Wilbur with a menacing air radiating around him. Wilbur looks at Darin, unflinching and smirking. Darin shakes a bit from the rising anger within him. He’s never had someone challenge him like Wilbur before. The smirk on Wilbur’s face only makes Darin more frustrated.
Darin takes a step closer to Wilbur, his chest inches away from the detective’s face. Darin stares down his nose at Wilbur, trying to use his big build to intimidate the detective. Wilbur, however, simply smirks.
“You think you can play this game with me, detective?” Darin’s voice is a low, thick growl. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
Wilbur meets Darin’s gaze, his own eyes smoldering with fierce determination and defiance. In a swift move, he grabs Darin’s tie and suddenly pulls Darin down, their bodies almost touching.
“I know exactly what I’m doing, Darin,” Wilbur whispers, sending shivers down Darin’s spine. “I thrive on challenges. And I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Darin’s facade of control begins to crumble right before Wilbur’s face. Wilbur tugs Darin down even further, making the club owner drop to his knees. Wilbur side-eyes Darin, letting out a hearty laugh.
“Look at that, you’re kneeling to me,” Wilbur comments, looking down at the big man on the ground. He leans closer to Darin’s ear and whispers, “Since you own a club like this, then you must be kinky yourself. How about you show me what you have to offer.”
Darin gulps, though everything inside of him is screaming to take back the dynamic, Wilbur’s intimidating presence is far too overwhelming. Darin’s resistance wavers as his heart is beating in his chest.
With a primal growl, Wilbur stands, dragging Darin up to his feet. Wilbur pushes Darin against the desk and pins him down. The sound of papers flutter to the ground, Darin’s ragged breaths puff against the heavy desk. Darin’s eyes darken with a mix of arousal and defiance, he tries to stand back up, but Wilbur pushes him back down. The club owner’s resistance is crumbling by the second, his body betraying him by rubbing against Wilbur’s growing erection.
“You wanted to play rough, Darin, now you’ll know what that means,” Wilbur growls.
With expert hands, Wilbur undresses Darin slowly, savoring each moment of weakness. The fabric of Darin’s shirt tears easily under Wilbur’s strong grill, revealing the taut muscles underneath. Darin breathes heavily, struggling to maintain his composure.
Wilbur shows no mercy as he continues his ruthless assault on Darin’s defenses. Each touch is a calculated move to break down the club owner’s resistance. Wilbur reaches around and dexterously unbuckles Darin’s belt and unbuttons his pants. With one quick motion, Wilbur pulls down Darin’s bottoms, revealing a nice round muscle ass. Darin moans in spite of himself, unable to deny himself the pleasure of the loss of control.
Darin’s bare ass rubs against Wilbur’s bulge, he waggles his ass just to feel what the detective is equipped with. Wilbur watches with excitement, he says, “Oh lookie here, seems like you’re pretty excited.”
“Sh-shut up,” Darin grumbles, his complexion becoming bright red. No matter how much he tries to hide his flushed face, Wilbur is able to see it glow.
Wilbur raises a hand and gives Darin a hard smack on the ass. The crack of the slap echoes loudly throughout the entirety of the office. Wilbur pulls Darin’s tie back, choking the club owner upward. Wilbur asks, “What was that?”
Darin struggles to formulate words as he feels his throat being squeezed by his own tie and Wilbur’s strength. “I…I’m sorry,” he manages to gasp out, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.
Wilbur tugs even tighter, smacking Darin’s ass again. “What was that?”
“I…I’m sorry, daddy,” Darin whimpers, quickly seeing the dark vignettes in his vision.
Wilbur chuckles at the irony of the word, though “daddy” may not have been the word he was expecting, it’s more than enough to satisfy him. Wilbur releases Darin’s tie, allowing the club owner to catch his breath for a moment.
Wilbur’s erection has now fully formed, painfully pressing against WIlbur’s tight pants. Darin can feel Wilbur’s erection, grinding against it with his bright red ass. With his free hand, Wilbur unbuckles his belt, completely sliding out of his belt loops. He folds his belt in half and whips Darin’s ass.
Darin arches his back and moans. “F-fuck, yes, more,” Darin moans, his body betraying him as he begs for more punishment.
Wilbur grins, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “So, the owner of Club Rendezvous likes punishment does he?” Wilbur whips Darin’s ass with his belt again, soliciting an even louder moan.
“More daddy!” Darin lets out.
“You want more, huh?” Wilbur growls. “Well you’re going to get it!”
Wilbur reaches into his pants, pulling out his throbbing erection, the head glistening with precum. He pushes Darin’s ass cheeks apart, exposing the tight, pink hole surrounded by a fuzz of white. Wilbur lines up his erection at Darin’s entrance and slowly pushes in. Darin’s whole body shivers from feeling Wilbur sliding just the tip of his cock inside. The natural resistance of Darin’s ass makes him groan with pleasure, his body trembling, his muscles clenching tightly around Wilbur’s massive cock.
“N-no,,” Darin pleads, his voice barely audible, “I’ve never been fucked before…”
“Oh…so are you saying you want me to stop? The head is barely in. Well if you insist,” Wilbur responds, quickly pulling his cockhead out of Darin’s tightness.
“No!” Darin yells, his ass pushing backward to find Wilbur’s erection. He shakes his head vehemently. “No, I just…I need to catch my breath.”
Wilbur simply smirks. Without warning, he shoves his cock back inside of Darin. Darin howls as he feels his tight hole filling up with Wilbur’s erection. The pleasure of Wilbur’s hard cock overrides the pain of the tightness. Darin bites his lip, trying to hold back the cries of pleasurable pain that threaten to leave his lips. Wilbur’s hands grip Darin’s, helping him reinforce each and every single thrust. Wilbur is only able to get his cock about halfway into Darin with each thrust, slightly pushing in more and more with every successive thrust.
Darin’s ass tightens around Wilbur’s cock, clenching and releasing in waves of pleasure. The sensation is unlike anything he has ever felt before. He can feel Wilbur’s cock slowly stretching him open, increasing in size with each thrust. Wilbur moves deeper in Darin.
Darin’s body shivers, his hands gripping onto the edges of the desk. His heart reaches, the adrenaline coursing through hi veins as Wilbur fucks him rough and hard. Darin’s body betrays him more and more every second, his hips moving instinctively in time with Wilbur’s.
“Oh daddy, yes…yes!” Darin moans, surrendering to Wilbur’s cock in a drunken stupor. “More!”
A satisfied grin forms on Wilbur’s face, he chuckles. His primal instincts rushing through his body. He buries his cock completely into the club owner. Darin lets out a strangled cry, his body arching off of the desk as he can feel all of Wilbur inside of him. His legs tremble violently, his clenching becoming even tighter than before. Looking carefully, Wilbur can see the streaks of hot white cum splattered all over the floor and desk.
“You like it that much huh? Guess the ruler of this kingdom really likes a scepter in his ass,” Wilbur comments snarkily.
Wilbur pounds ass like a fuck machine, driving Darin to the edge of ecstasy. The force behind every thrust cracks Darin’s ass cheeks, echoing through the office. The scent of musk and desire dances in the room.
Sweat falls down their bodies, Wilbur’s shirt getting soaked and clinging onto his bulging muscles. Wilbur’s biceps flex with each powerful thrust, his own erection nearing the brink of no return.
“Does this good boy want a reward?” Wilbur asks.
“Y-yes! Please daddy!” Darin cries out.
Utilizing this moment of weakness, Wilbur asks, “Then it’s okay for me to investigate your club right?”
“Y-yes! Anything you want!” Darin cries out.
Wilbur smiles. “Perfect. Now here’s your reward for being such a good boy.”
Wilbur slams his cock deep inside of Darin. Darin moans loudly, having a second orgasm as he can feel Wilbur’s hot cum filling up his insides. Darin’s legs tremble violently, the only thing holding him up is the desk he’s sprawled across and Wilbur’s throbbing cock.
Slowly, Wilbur pulls his cock out of Darin, drabbles of cum rush out of the swollen red hole. Wilbur walks all the way to the other side of the desk where Darin’s head is heaving in breaths as he tries to compose himself.
Wilbur’s smile transforms from one that was devious to a friendlier one. Even the tone of his voice changes to a joyful one. He leans down a bit and stares into Darin’s dazed and drunken eyes. He says, “Thank you for your compliance, let me give you a treat.” He grabs the back of Darin’s head and shoves his cummy cock into the club owner’s mouth, rewarding a job well done.
