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This is a stand-alone bonus/spin-off story for the 7-part series Curious Club Cruise. It describes the ending of Brian’s Club Cruise, and how the brute, Master Josh, got punished. If you're not into rough, mean, or forced sex, this might not be the right story for you. Reader discretion advised.
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Curious Club Cruise - Addendum.
The punishment of ‘master’ Josh Roper.
The college freshman, Mark Edwards, rushed after the club’s security staff to the unconscious figure in the back alley. The man’s twink buddy lay bent over on a discarded stack of tires behind the Mountain Club. His gray Chinos were ripped open at the ass seam. With his beautiful ten-inch dick lay hooked semi-erect on the bare tire treads between his legs.
The nasty leather goth biker pinning him down with extreme brutal force was about to penetrate the pink hole violently. The thieving creep had not found the cash he was looking for. Vowing to abuse the boy’s ass instead. Just to get even with Brian Jackson for telling on him to the security staff.
Luckily, the leather aggressor got yanked off the boy by the club staff and Marines from the nearby base where his older brother worked. They were called to the rescue by Lieutenant Tony Jackson and Captain Daniel Carter. Alarm bells had started whaling when Brian texted his brother a photo of the guy who had been stalking him all night. The Marines had past dealings with the creep. Both men had taken an intense interest in the eighteen-year-old. Brian Jackson had confessed to the two older hunky gay Marines that he was curious about sex with guys.
Well, more specifically, interested in beefy, muscular, dirty-talking vocal men, preferably dressed in leather. Being gay biker lovers, they knew precisely how to help Brian. It was his older brother who had pointed Brian to the Mountain. Expecting that the 18-year-old would find what he was looking for in this gay bondage nightclub. Out here, there were plenty of leather-wearing studs to pick from. The Marines gave him a crash course in gay sexual activities and showed him around town. And this Friday night, the Jackson lad was fully prepared to take a guy home to get his virgin ass stretched open for the first time.
On the whole, the initial visit to the Mountain Club was fun. Brian flirted with a few guys and even got to suck off a well-hung hunky Dutch-Caribbean bartender in one of the toilets. But other than dancing and getting drunk, the boy did not have much luck. Antwan, the sexy bartender, had too little time to deflower Brian. So, the two went for a quick hookup and a reciprocal blowdown. Later, Jackson watched many other Alpha men in amazement as they got it on in the club, though.
Like a good little nerd, Jackson tried to learn as much as he could from what he saw them do. You see, the lean young man never was that outgoing in school. Brian never got into girls like his smack-talking and pussy eating classmates. Jacking off together with the jocks after gym class to relieve some pent-up sexual tension was the most he got.
You could say he definitely dressed and looked nerdy, judging by the office clothes and the horn-rimmed glasses he was made to wear to school by his parents. However, Brian fancied himself eventually dominating his bed partners. For that, he needed — and found — a new butch attitude and much kinkier clothes. But for now, he would settle serving up his asshole to a lucky guy willing to deflower him that night.
So with a new hairstyle, sturdy boots, a butch chest harness, and a very tough-looking leather biker jacket, Brian Jackson set out to conquer the world, climbing the Mountain. Hoping to get his ass stuffed.
When Brian Jackson first saw the leather man enter the club, he thought this sexy, buff guy might be the one. The man certainly looked the part. There stood the guy he’d dreamed about all his life. Dressed in a fitted leather punk jacket with metal studs. Tight leather fuck pants with a full zipper posing pouch and vicious-looking hobnail army boots with spiked chain heel-harnesses. Mirroring the metal studs on the expensive leather jacket.
Josh Roper wore gold bling and dark makeup. Acting too cool for his shirt. A shirt? No, this 26-year-old stern goth-looking biker guy wore a gold X-chain harness over his offensively tattooed bare chest. That was all. However, the dream vision turned quickly into Brian’s worst nightmare the longer he looked. Watching ‘master Josh’ take out his sexual frustrations on anyone he could get his hands on. And the creep did not care who watched him do that. Acting as if he owned the club and anyone who dared to cross his path.
Throughout the long club party night, Roper took his shortcomings out on anyone who got within reach of the brute. Acting more like a raper than a Roper. But he actually wanted this fresh youth. ‘Master Josh’ loved to manipulate his victims. Using their vulnerabilities to live out his vicious fantasies and carelessly ruin their lives. Taking their money, wives, and dignity. As bad as it sounds, Roper was good at that. Falsely assuming that was what actual masterful Alpha men did.
Brian Jackson was only out for a few weeks, and even he knew this was not the way to conquer a Beta man or how to make them submit. Sure, a true Alpha Master might use pain, force, humiliation, or bondage to subdue their partners. He had learned that much from Captain Daniel Carter already. But not like this thieving creep, with his financial domination party tricks.
But Brian had not expected what followed next. He was about to give up on the idea of getting laid. Waiting for the first bus home, sitting in the club’s cruising dungeon by himself. Suddenly, a fat leather bulge poked through the glory hole cabin in the club’s basement, where he sat drinking a cold bottle of water.
Mesmerized by the sudden appearance, Jackson slid off the vinyl-covered mattress to the floor. He instantly set out to worship the hot leather goodie bag. His mistake, for the prancing dick, had nothing good in mind. Josh Roper had smacked his cock down the boy’s throat and slammed his already dizzy head mercilessly to the partition wall. Causing the young man to pass out and droop to the floor.
Master Josh — as he liked to be called by his ‘victims’ — had dragged the drunk boy by his leather harness up the fire escape stairs into the backstreet. Pushing, punching, and kicking the young man. Roper had flung the tipsy twink around the alley like a rag-doll. Despite his butch leather outfit, the slim and nerdy Brian had no recourse but to let it happen. The ex-Marine Drill Sergeant was quite strongly built and dressed like he meant business. However, only the rats in this stinky alley seemed to notice their desperate struggle behind the dumpster.
From all sides, club security staff and Marines from the nearby base rushed toward the scene. To Edwards’s relief, those muscular rescuers quickly yanked Josh Roper away from his classmate. As strong as the well-fit 19-year-old was, he would not have been able to take on Roper by himself.
Instead, Mark Edwards and a medic from the Marine base lay Brian Jackson on a discarded mattress. Meanwhile, the Marines and Club staff subdued Josh Roper. Well, subdued may have been the wrong term here. They collectively beat the crap out of the man. The fitted leather jacket he wore got ripped off his bulging shoulders. And his offensive tattoos got ‘colored in’ with flailing fists and swinging batons. All the Marines and the Mountain staff, so it seemed, had personal beef with master Josh.
Josh Roper, a former brutal Drill Sergeant in the Marine Corps, had robbed and abused many of them. And so far, he had gotten away with it. Were it not for Captain Daniel Carter. When Roper tried his party trick on Tony Jackson a few years ago, he fucked with the wrong people. The Captain got Roper dishonorably discharged. And the vermin only just managed to weasel out of the impending court-martial.
Well, Josh had not counted on the boy’s older brother arriving in the alley. He certainly would not have guessed that Daniel Carter had practically adopted Brian Jackson, either.
“You fucking asshole!” screamed Tony Jackson in Josh Roper’s face. One fist on the startled throat of the vermin, hanging in a pincer-like grip of two enormous club bouncers. Tony’s other arm was pulled back to release the coiled tension in one all-devastating fell swoop.
“What’s he to you? He’s just a filthy faggot... I saw him suck that foul nigger bartender. He had his face covered in his dirty black seed...” Josh hollered back with narcissistic, racist rage. Spitting at Lieutenant Jackson.
Although taken aback by the racist slur, Tony just smirked proudly. Envisioning his little brother’s ebony conquest. Thinking hotly, “... Once you go black —.” Lieutenant Jackson had seen his lil bruv blow a hung black dude once before.
Scott Manson, however, did not take kindly to his bartender’s name getting dragged through the mud like that. The older club owner ripped off his belt and started strapping Roper across the back. Causing the bare-chested creep to crumble to the ground again. Scott’s husband, Greg, had to stop him from drawing blood. Although, he gave Roper a dropkick between the legs that made the dude scream in agony. Planting his face into the rat-shit-covered floor where he belonged.
Tony grabbed the fake gold harness and yanked the asshole up from the alley floor again. He was about to headbutt Josh into oblivion when Captain Carter pulled his man away from the beast.
Screaming in his face, “... You owe my brother-in-law a new pair of pants, Asshole!”
The club staff took hold of ‘master Josh’ and also ripped the leather fuck jeans off. Throwing it to the side. Mark caught them and looked between the ripped gray Chinos and these heavy leather pants. Realizing the allure they held for someone like Jackson.
However, Daniel Carter’s reference to Brian as his brother-in-law made Mark realize that these Marines were there to protect Brian Jackson from further harm. He had warned the security staff himself. But, Mark had not figured out what the Marines were doing here behind the club at this early hour of the morning.
Captain Daniel Carter harshly commanded his men, “... Guys, let’s show Raper what he has been doing wrong all this time. I bet he has never been gang fucked himself!”
A shiver passed through the group of rescuers at these words.
Josh Roper — or Raper as Daniel called him — got a look of complete and utter dread in his eyes. He knew he was in for it now! What would the Mountain’s security staff and these Marines do to him? These guys, including the older club owners Scott and Greg Manson, were all built like brick field latrines.
All of them knew how to stand their ground. And, although not all gay, these men knew a hole is a hole if you need relief. Raper had used and abused some of these guys. He blackmailed them or extorted money from them in other ways. Telling on them to their wives and girlfriends. Breaking up their happy relationships just for cheating on them with Roper’s young whores or the anal sex he forced them to have with him.
Carter was right. Josh Roper never let anyone near his back door. Although, he kicked in plenty of them himself. Roper had always claimed he wasn’t gay. But Tony and Daniel knew better. And in this early morning hour, they were going to show ‘master Josh’ what it felt like to become a bitch.
More club staff rushed outside. Laden with ropes, cuffs, and leather belts. Together with the Marines, Roper got spread-eagled and tightly bound. A heavy dildo gag was thrust deeply into the protesting mouth of the naked bitch. And a sturdy bondage gag face harness was strapped over the brute’s face. Leaving only his nose and eyes exposed. Keeping the gag lodged in his mouth.
But that was not all. Roper’s arms and legs were bound with coarse ropes to two poles behind him. Binding the heavily tattooed arms and legs at 90-degree angles from his body. Hanging defeatedly in ropes and chains now fastened to his extremities. Leaving the straight Marines and Mark Edwards looking puzzled at the developing devastating scene. However, Scott Manson, Tony Jackson, and Mr Carter knew precisely where they were going with this punishment.
“Johnsen! Garcia!...“ he called to two Marines, “... Roll those large garbage containers under the fire escape. Leave a space between them. We are going to string this piggy up and take his hole. He needs to learn what that feels like!”
Thinking for a sec on how to punish Josh Roper best and teach him a lesson he would not soon forget, Carter snorted derisively, “... Dzhabar Asskeroff, didn’t you tell me you want to show off your punching ball skills?” called Daniel to one of the meanest-looking Marines around.
Asskeroff, a Drill Sergeant by day and a vicious street fighter by night, knew his way around a boxing ring and a training center.
“Ha... Sir, Yes, Sir,” he barked, springing to a salute. But looking puzzled around, he asked, “Only... Umm... Sir, I would need a punching ball to —”
But the Mountain staff seemed to understand what Carter was getting at. They had seen him tie up plenty of house boys at the club. Rope bondage was sort of Daniel’s and Scott’s thing. They hoisted Raper, bound and gagged, over the dumpsters. Leaving only his nuts and ass sticking out. They swung lower than the rest of his bound body. Asskeroff smirked dirty as he watched Greg Manson string this impromptu speed-punching ball to the fire escape landing above. Keeping Roper suspended, improbably upright, between and on top of the two dirty dumpsters.
One of the club’s bouncers rummaged in his black dress pants and removed a wide neon-red silicone ball stretcher from his scrotum. Snapping it violently over Roper’s hairy sack. Stretching the balls tightly and extending the nuts even lower.
Dzhabar Asskeroff took his position and gave the men a speed-ball boxing exhibition. Fist swung hand over hand, connecting with the balls. Josh Roper screamed through his ball gag. But the dildo muffled all sounds.
By now, Josh Roper, the former master, had turned victim to his own wrongdoing. All he could do was beg, grimace, and whimper. He knew what was going to happen to his nuts. Josh shook his head as fists started to connect at such speed they looked like a blur. The fact that Asskeroff had put on Roper’s metal-reinforced biker gloves did not reduce the pain. On the contrary, the nutsack turned an even brighter shade of glowing red than the silicone ball stretcher.
One by one, the Marines, the club owners, and their staff took turns on the boney punching bag. Trying to come up with ever more painful punishments. Yet keeping it within reason. Something Raper liked to forget. Every misdeed of this robber, thief, drug pusher, and home wrecker went past their peer review. Giving him the court-martial he deserved. The former Drill Sergeant got drilled out to the bone. Teaching him what his actions felt like to the men he abused for far too long.
And the lesson Joshua ‘Rapist’ Roper was forced to learn was simple; “Don’t fuck with the wrong people. Or their friends will take revenge.” Josh Roper learned what it felt like to become a group bitch. The master had never been fucked before. But you could park an M1 Abrams tank in there now and still swing the turret around a full 360 degrees.
And once the boxing, whipping, and fisting exhibition in the alley was done, Roper got dragged back up the Mountain Club. He got tied over a fuck bench on the attic theater stage and left to the last of the patrons. And even though the club was about to close, a surprisingly long line of men, and women, formed behind him. What they did to Roper, we don’t know. And even if we did, we would not tell. He deserved what they gave him for abusing the poor, nerdy, drunk, 18-year-old ass virgin, Brian Jackson.
A helping hand.
Tony Jackson rushed to the side of his younger brother. Mark Edwards and a Medic from the Marine base had looked him over. Brian lay on a ripped mattress where he moaned in an alcohol-infused delirium of fright, pain, and sleepiness. The Medic told Lieutenant Jackson, “... He will be okay... Keep an eye on him, but let him sleep it off. No lasting damage was done apart from the minor cuts and bruises.”
Tony introduced himself to Mark as Daniel Carter steadied his man. Lieutenant Jackson was trembling with rage.
“Hi, haven’t met...” said Daniel in a soothing voice to Mark. Shaking Edwards warmly by the hand. Saying, “... But Brian has talked about you, of course. You must be Mark Edwards. I’ve submitted your name for a full scholarship at MIT via the Marine Corps... Umm... Are you two lovers?” he asked quizzically.
“Huh? What...? How... Thanks, Sir... But?... Umm... No, Brian gave me the runaround all night. Never staying in one place long enough for me to make my move. But, fuck, is he going to be okay? I mean, I like him... and we did talk about him renting a room at my place near Cambridge... But lovers?... Fuck, I wish that is true. I would let him stick that huge 10-inch dick in me anytime,” sighed Edwards. Feeling too obviously horny as hell. Shivering slightly. He had taken off his hoodie to cover up Brian’s exposed dick. Although, Tony and Daniel knew all too well that those shivers had nothing to do with the morning chill.
“It’s been a long night. It’s almost eight already. Are you sober enough to drive my brother-in-law home?” Daniel Carter asked Mark.
“I think so... Brian is the drunk here... I stuck to sodas all night.”
Tony Jackson laughed and smacked Edwards a little too forcibly on the chest with the back of his hand.
Saying, “... Mark, drive him home and put him to bed... Stay with him. Shit, crawl into bed with him if you need a beauty sleep too. Fuck it’s late. But NO SEX! Well, not until he says he’s ready for you.”
“Yeah, he might puke over your dick if you start mixing your cum with his alcohol,” laughed Daniel Carter. Pulling in the 19-year-old twink for a firm one-armed hug. Tony took Edward’s other arm, and the three of them came to a wordless understanding.
“One thing...” said Mark shyly. “I have a car, but I don’t know where Brian lives. Shit, we only exchanged phone numbers. And it’s not like I have a key. I know his parents aren’t at home... But still —”
“Don’t worry about it. Brian won’t mind. I think the key is in one of his boots. That’s the only place Raper did not look for cash. And you can follow me to his home as you take Tony and Brian to sleep it off,” said the Captain. Quickly giving Edwards a brief kiss on the lips and squeezing a buttock.
“And take those leather pants from Raper with you. I bet you look great in them. Brian loves a man in leather!” breathed Tony hotly to Mark. Taking the same approach as his lover but grabbing the boy gently by the nuts. Massaging the twink’s engorged shaft to feel what he was packing.
Edwards did not flinch as such. But he was a little surprised by the forward actions of these muscular Marines.
Tony held the door open as Mark lifted Brian from his car and into the hallway. One of the neighbors watched the four men as they disappeared into the Jackson residence from across the street. She was wondering what they had done to the Jackson boy or why he needed to be carried inside.
Daniel guided Mark up the stairs to Brian’s bedroom. Tony got a massive grin on his face when he saw his old kingsized bed and leather cowhide rug draped butchly on the wall behind the headboard. Even Daniel smiled, seeing the stack of condoms and a bottle of lube on Brian’s bedside table. Picking up the black pulsating vibrator to give it a spin. Mark’s eyes lit up as he heard the toy pulsate and buzz merrily. Edwards had heard B play with that thing when he called him last week.
Brian Jackson stirred and repositioned himself a little as Mark Edwards pulled a warm sheet over his sweaty, naked body. The boy’s impressive limp dick flopped over his stomach as Brian dropped instantly back off to sleep.
“Let him sleep it off. Here is a bucket if he needs to puke. I’ve told him to go easy on the alcohol... Lil bruv is a lightweight,” Tony joked softly.
“These are our phone numbers,” said Daniel Carter, adding, “... Crawl in bed with him. Keep him warm, but let him wake up naturally. There is cold water and snacks in the fridge next to his desk. The toilet is across the landing. I don’t think B minds if you use his toothbrush,” Daniel winked.
“Or that dildo...” laughed TJ seductively, saying, “... Fuck, you’re cute, Mark. If you dress up in some leather, B will melt in your mouth,” sighed Tony to the quarterback. Who eyed at the life-like ebony dong longingly as it was replaced on Brian’s bedside table. Mark raised his eyebrows and yawned.
“Call if you need us, Mark. We’ll let ourselves out!” said Carter urgently as he watched Mark strip out his t-shirt and jeans. Leaving the hunk to crawl next to Brian under the cover.
Lying propped on one arm, Mark watched Brian sleep. His eyeballs raced from left to right. The Jackson lad was dreaming. And he wasn’t enjoying the nightmare, or so it seems. Not until Mark curled a gentile hand over the boy’s glowing hot shaft did he seem to calm down. As Edwards started to jack his classmate off a little, he heard Brian moan in his sleep, “... That’s it bitch... Suck me, Edwards... I know you want to... Swallow my load... Go deeper... Yeah... Take me... Who cares what the others say if they find out... I know they are jealous of us... Eat my jizz, Mark... Swallow it all.”
Mark watched pearls of sweat beading on Brian’s brow. The 18-year-old classmate, however, had dropped back to sleep. Mark ducked under the sheet to observe the long dick deflate. Leaving a thick drop of pre-cum oozing out of the exposed piss-slit. Edwards could not help himself. He licked his tongue over the head. Sucking up the sweet pre-cum with relish. Looking up at Brian to see if he had noticed. Brian Jackson just wetted his lips and continued sleeping.
The athlete quarterback, Mark, has topped a few guys these past two years. He learned that his massive arms and shoulders scared a few of them. But despite his 6 feet 1 inch, firm muscular weight, and course tongue, he much preferred to get his ass nailed doggy style than having to plow a sissy. Not that Edwards minded fucking ass... He took plenty of women like that. But that was more to avoid getting them knocked up accidentally.
Last year, the quarterback football senior introduced Brian to his gang of jocks. Sneakily Jacking off together around the school grounds and the gymnasium locker rooms. The men were mightily impressed. Not so much by Jackson’s 6 feet 3 inches nor his slim and nerdy appearance. No, this nerdy guy was exceptionally well-hung. Even limp, Brian outclassed most of them with 7 inches of man meat. And hard? Well, as soon as Jackson was about to dump a load during their famous circle jerks, the man grew to an impressive 10 inches at least.
Ha, knowing that, Mark and his friends told a few of the girls at school about it. Getting the nerdy boy instantly laid after the senior prom. But Jackson was too much of a gentleman to tell. But the friends had shared a few unspoken words and horny glances. Expecting both of them to have some curiosity left to explore.
And boy, did they explore each other when Brian finally woke up around one o’clock. Mark was happy, yet surprised, to learn that Brian wanted to get deflowered and bred by him first. They smiled, laughed, and cried a little. Taking Brian’s virginity was a breeze. Taking Jackson’s sexual wrath dressed in leather took a little getting used to. But this was exactly what both men had been hoping for.
Brian took Mark on Daniel’s cross bike to the private Mountain Club later that Saturday evening for dinner. The Jackson boy walked a little funny, but that was more due to the beating ‘master Josh’ had given him than the rough sex the two horny twinks had. They could not stop touching each other. They had arranged to meet the people Brian met yesterday. Dressed in full leather.
Mark wore the creeps fuck pants and Tony’s old leather posing pouch. His black trainers looked cool under the leather. A clean white polo shirt of Brian’s and his harness hugged his muscular form. And Brian’s classic leather jacket completed the rugged look.
Brian wore the Velcroed jeans and thin leather chaps Tony left him. He slipped on the black cowboy boots with metal points. Turning the 6 feet 3-inch nerdy lad into a tall 6 feet 5 rugged biker man. The thick, collarless biker jacket protected his thin bare chest. The thin biker vest underneath was only there for show. Yet it completed the cool look Brian Jackson was going for.
Before they departed from Jackson’s garage, Mark took his man into his arms and gave his body to Brian. Sticking his tongue into his leather man and feeling the heavy leather creak under their embrace. Two young twinks in full leather, enjoying each other’s horny company. Intoxicated on the smell of omnipresent leather and man musk. Feeling their stomachs growl as they wanted to devour the guys they were about to meet. Both have a lot to learn about the leather scene, bondage, and domination. But eager and willing to do so.
Dinner and a taste for more.
As Brian rolled up to the club, one of the bouncers he met last night rushed up to greet the twinks. Jackson smirked at the queer bodybuilder. The man was around Daniel’s age, in his early thirties, but acted more like a seasoned daddy. Worriedly asking the twinks if they were okay.
Brian grabbed the man’s leather bomber and leaned over to kiss the big guy. Jackson grabbed the guy’s massive hand and pushed it between his legs and the gas tank. Asking with a dirty grin, “... Where can I park this thing?” Adding, “... You’ll have to tell me what happened in the alley.”
The doorman, Mr Thomas, smiled warmly and squeezed Mark on the shoulder. Giving the 19-year-old a wet smooch on the cheek, too. Replying, “... Ha, And you two need to tell us what you did after you got home. Park that machine —” he looked hornily between Jackson’s legs for a fleeting moment and continued, “... on the side in the staff parking lot.”
Mr Thomas pointed to the gates on the side of the building. One of his brash colleagues saw him point and rushed to the keypad to unlock the sliding metal gates.
As Brian and Mark parked beside the club, a staff member rolled up behind them. It was Antwan Prince. A Dutch Caribbean hunk of a bartender. Tonight, dressed in sleek black sweats, cowboy boots, and a gorgeously sporty leather pilot jacket.
“This is the guy I told you about,” said Brian to his man. Waving to Antwan. The bartender rushed over with a wide, toothy grin.
“Shit, man, you two cleaned up nicely,” he said with an approving look at the twinks leather biker outfits.
It sounded as if Edward’s heart skipped a beat as he blurted out, “... Where did you get that bomber from? I need to get myself one of those! Man, that’s the kind of leather I could go for, B!” Mark lustfully stroked a hand over the sporty leathers of the ebony hunk. Sincerely worshipping the sexy, dark man.
Antwan grinned proudly, but addressed Brian, “... Is this the guy that’s replacing me? I was ready to take you home last night, but I could not find you. I figured you’d left. But this morning, I heard... Damn, Jackson... Are you okay, Boi? I’ve warned you to stay away from that Josh creep!”
“Hmm... It’s hard to know whose leather bulge is pressed through the glory hole, you know. I wished it were yours, though. I still want to feel that black dick load my ass,” joked Brian, hugging Antwan. Whispering in his ear, “... This is Mark Edwards, my knight in leather armor. But don’t be jealous. He’s a great cock gobbler, too.”
Brian turned to face Mark as he yanked Antwan’s sweatpants down. Showing off the massive ebony 9-inch tool to his man. Hooking the elastic below his low-swinging black nuts.
Ordering Mark rudely, “... Warm him up for my ass!”
Antwan let out a barking laugh and jiggled his impressive limp dick a little. He placed a hand on Mark’s head and pushed the eager twink rudely to his knees.
Mark took the 9-inch veined ebony schlong into his mouth, and Brian hissed to Antwan, “... Throat him!”
Antwan looked between the two, and Mark Edwards nodded. With his pearly whites flashing, the horny gay bartender grabbed hold of Edwards’s head and lunged forward. Squashing the heavy tool ruthlessly in his throat. Mark’s mouth made nastily wet, slurpy, slobbering sounds as Prince used the boy’s mouth behind some cars in the secluded parking lot.
The cock was limp when it got sucked down. But hard and considerably wider when it came out. Brian Jackson had kneeled next to his man, watching him eat cock like a starved hobo.
In turn, Brian looked up at Antwan as he lifted the hard tool to his own mouth. Showing Mark that his skills did not do under for him. Jackson swallowed the throbbing black dick with relish. All the while keeping eye contact with Antwan, no matter how heavy his face fucking thrusts became.
After a while, Antwan screamed, “... Off... Off... I am... Get off... let’s save this load for later. I want to screw both of you’es! Fuck, you guys look so hot.”
Antwan panted urgently after several minutes of deep-throating fun in the nasty parking lot.
“Hmm... It’s a date... Threesome it is! I’ll nail Mark in a sling, and you breed me a couple of rounds, Prince.”
“How... Huh?... How... do you know my last name? We only use our first names in the club...” Antwan asked, shocked.
“I have met your older brother and his hairy Mexican friend in women’s underwear. Long story. Don’t ask.” laughed Brian.
The three men walked merrily arm in arm into the clubs’ staff entrance, past the kitchens. Greg greeted them and guided the happy threesome up to the second floor. Brian unhooked himself from Antwan and stopped Mr Manson. “Thanks for the help yesterday, Sir. It turned out all for the best, though. I think the guy next to Antwan may be the one for me.” Brian sighed happily.
Greg gave the boy a meaningful fatherly hug, saying, “... Stuff like yesterday almost never happens in our club. So don’t judge us too harshly. Daniel and Scott invited a few friends to make it up to you. You’ll know most of them. Just a nice dinner and an informal get-together dressed in some casual leather. And later... Well, you and that guy are welcome to stay for an afterparty. Scott and I talked with your brother and Daniel. Damn, boy, if you need a summer job, just say the word! Here are two VIP cards. Your drinks and the houseboys are on us.”
The boy walked proudly up to the club’s second floor with Greg Manson. Several elegantly decked circular dinner tables were placed on the dance floor. But most of the men hung around the club’s bar. He saw Mark nursing on one of Daniel’s pierced nips. He got his leather-clad ass patted by Armando, the hairdresser that gave Brian his new spiky bleached hairdo last week. Well, Armando had opened the ass zipper of Roper’s old fuck pants and had rudely pushed his nimble hand inside to play with Mark’s throbbing hole.
Brian saw his older brother deep in conversation with the sissy Cuban gym owner and masseuse, Fabian Batista, and a couple of the security staff he met yesterday. The Jackson lad rushed to his side and tapped him on the shoulder.
“BRIAN! THERE YOU ARE!” he screamed, and everyone watched the two hug and kiss.
“How are you? —” TJ started to ask, but Brian stopped him in his tracks.
Jackson looked beamingly up and down the bar, watching the 30 horny, tough-looking men. He raised his arms — Stopping all conversation, heavy petting, and bro-bonding — and clearly spoke, “... Before I have to explain this a dozen times... I am perfectly fine. I’m a little bruised, but I’m more than fine, actually. I had a great time yesterday. And found a big hunky surprise sleeping next to me this morning.”
Taking a moment to approach Mark Edwards, Brian said warmly to the guys, “... For those who don’t know, this is Mark Edwards. I’ll be moving in with him once we go to MIT together. I am not hurt enough to want to explore my gay feelings some more tonight. Maybe I will get to know all of you a bit better. I like this place! I like men in leather! So, thanks for making an effort. Damn, you all look so hot! Thanks for the help yesterday. But... Umm... What does a guy need to do around here to get a drink and some grub?” Brian beamed at the big, beefy men and the sexy, lean houseboys.
It was true. Even the bulky Marines had changed outfits for some casual leather gear with jeans. Or even some skinhead bleachers and army green bombers.
Brian Jackson got filled in about this morning’s events. Hearing how the men took turns ‘educating’ the ass virgin Josh, making him their bitch. Showing Roper that unwanted sex is no fun if you’re on the receiving end. Especially not if the rapist had never experienced what rough sex felt like himself.
Rough sex can be nice, if done right. But consent, trust, and understanding make it even better.
After dinner, before opening time, the party moved to the Mountain’s attic. Brian Jackson hooked Mark into a sling and felt shivers down his spine as a big ebony cock found its way past the velcroed jeans and leather chaps into his hole. Many a rubber party balloon got filled, and all the men enjoyed the evening. Even those who typically didn’t go for gay anal on the first date.
The two Jackson lads, Carter, and Edwards, called it an early night. Brian had enough sex to last him into next year... Well, no. He had not, but he was good until next Thursday.
Brian’s homophobic father and mother returned home early on the day Brian moved most of his belongings out. They did not know Tony, Daniel, and Mark were there too. Nor that their second son found a new direction in life. Turning gay all the way. Just like their oldest. Enjoying his new life choices and the friends that came with them.
Burning all the bridges that linked Brian to a decade of oppression at home. His parents had meant well, or so the young man thought. But their ideas just did not match his feelings. And their actions had pushed both their sons away.
That evening, Brian Jackson found himself lying on his back, bound to the bed by both arms and legs in Daniel’s poolhouse. Getting the living daylights whipped out of him. And enjoying every stroke and prod. Every spit and kiss. Every raw thrusting ass penetration that Leather Master DC gave the leather-loving bondage Jackson lad.
Brian learned so much and was ready to explore the leather scene in Boston. Far away from parents who could not, or would not, love him for who he was.
Life can do strange things to you when you least expect it. Let it, enjoy it!
• The End •
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