Scott stood at the entrance of the club, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim lights, his body tightening with anticipation as music washed over him. Stopping in San Ramon had seemed like a good idea. He’d been browsing the Internet last night, searching for BDSM clubs, and this one had popped up with a three-star rating. He supposed that it was some kind of sign, since he’d have to drive right by it on his way home to San Francisco. He was on the last leg of a month long vacation, and right now he was looking for what he needed, hoping to end it with a bang.
So far nothing seemed any different. The music, the lights, and the men were nothing special. The dance floor was packed with hot guys gyrating against each other, shirtless or practically shirtless, in their wife-beaters and cutoffs, showing the bodies that were their only form of currency. The rippling muscles were so much a part of being an attractive gay man that one was almost compelled to appear naked to show off the merchandise.
On the surface, it looked like any other club, but he knew there was another area in the building where people could go to participate in a form of entertainment that was still considered deviant and perverse. This was the final frontier of sexual liberation, the dark side of loving that people hid away, considering it to be shameful and socially unacceptable. To Scott, it was as necessary as breathing.
He stood there in his faded jeans and simple black shirt scanning the room, hoping to see someone out of the ordinary. He didn’t plan on settling tonight. He’d already spent the whole month tolerating mediocre hook-ups for the simple reason that nothing better was around. He knew that his expectations were impossibly high and that so far everyone had fallen short. But he was the eternal optimist, the glass-half-full guy who was convinced that the man of his dreams did, in fact, exist. He was looking for the impossible. He wanted romance within a D/s relationship; a love connection with a strong and dominant man.
He tried to picture what someone else would see, watching him standing at the door. He was slightly older than the rest of the men here tonight, carrying his thirty-three years very well. He had high cheekbones, a smooth forehead, and a mop of honey-colored hair that he wore longer than most men in his profession, which only added to the illusion of youth. He ran a hand through it, pushing the strands out of his eyes, a habit that was so much a part of him.
He licked his full lips, making them appear even more enticing. His eyes were his trump card, the pièce de résistance that always got him the prize. When he settled them on a man of his choice, he was pretty hard to ignore. They were a clear green, the color of wet leaves after a spring shower, fringed by dark blond eyelashes.
Five minutes at the door convinced him that his side trip seemed like a waste of time. There was no one who attracted him. He decided to have a drink before making the trip back to the city, and he moved over to the bar and waited for someone to take his order. His eyes scanned the dance floor again, hoping he’d missed something, but there was nothing that was remotely interesting.
“What can I get you?”
He turned at the sound of the voice and stared into the blue eyes of the twenty-something-year-old asking the question. Scott was pleasantly surprised at the sight of the man looking at him expectantly. He had a light dusting of freckles on his nose and a mass of unruly curls in a burnished copper color. His teeth shone straight and white, always a plus in Scott’s eyes.
“I’ll have a Corona with a twist.”
“You got it.”
The bartender turned and pulled a bottle out and popped the cap, stuck a twist of lime into the opening and handed it to Scott. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Are you on the menu?”
He laughed quickly, a blush licking his cheeks. Scott was charmed.
“Not while I’m on the job.”
“What’s your name?”
“What time do you get off?” Scott was intrigued and was hoping to see some sign of interest on the other man’s part. He hadn’t moved from his spot in front of him, which boded well.
“My shift ends in thirty minutes.”
“I can wait, if you want me to?”
Scott saw the relief wash over Red’s face. “I’d like that,” he said, wiping up the counter and pocketing the change someone had left for him. “Let me know if I can get you anything else.”
Red grinned and then winked at him before moving off to help another customer.
Scott spent the next thirty minutes alternately watching the dancers and turning back to observe Red. He seemed to have the art of bartending down pat, moving effortlessly from customer to customer. Scott took this opportunity to stare at him shamelessly, his eyes moving up and down Red’s body unobserved. He was wearing loose cargo pants and a light blue sleeveless T-shirt that was probably two sizes too small. It stretched across a torso that was well formed, showing off arms that bulged in all the right places. They were well defined but not grotesque, covered with a light layer of reddish fuzz, landscaped with the light brown freckles that usually plagued natural redheads. He tried to imagine what Red looked like without clothes on and was surprised at how quickly his body reacted to the visual.
The man wasn’t good looking in the true sense of the word. He was sharp contrasts with his bright red hair and milky white skin, but he had a natural grace and moved like a dancer. He was confident and quietly sexy, making jokes with the customers. The guys seemed to love him, as clearly evidenced by the overflowing tip jar. He was about six feet tall, which suited Scott just fine. He preferred men who were his height. Red’s pants fit nicely around a perfectly shaped ass, and Scott’s breath caught in his throat and the blood rushed to his groin when he saw the outline of what looked like handcuffs in Red’s back pocket. He took another sip of his drink, hoping to still his excitement.
About five minutes to twelve, an older guy walked in and stepped behind the bar. He patted Red on the back and wished him a good night. He must have been the owner, because he seemed very proprietary and everyone knew him. Red looked over at Scott and raised an eyebrow. “Ready?”
“You bet.” Scott drained his beer and stood to join him.
In the parking lot, he headed to his car, assuming Red would follow. He felt a hand grab his and pull him roughly against him, crushing him with an open-mouthed kiss that was anything but gentle.
“I’ve been dying to do this all night,” Red moaned, crushing Scott’s mouth with an aggressive kiss that left no room for argument. Scott’s response was immediate, the groan coming from deep in his chest, inciting Red to pull him closer. They explored each other’s mouths, wrestling for control with their tongues. Red won the battle, nibbling and sucking on Scott’s lower lip before slipping his tongue into Scott’s mouth, tracing the soft inner lip and then pushing against the tentative tongue that sought to explore his. “Your mouth was made for kissing,” Red whispered, pulling away for a second to stare into Scott’s eyes.
“Kiss me again,” Scott urged, pulling Red back to resume the surprisingly delicious foreplay. Kissing a complete stranger wasn’t one of Scott’s favorite things, but Red was making him forget a few of his own rules. He ran his hands up and down Red’s back, resting them lightly on his ass before slipping his hand into Red’s back pocket and slowly pulling out the handcuffs.
“I want you to use these on me,” Scott said, dangling the cuffs in front of Red’s face.
Red grinned. “You like it rough, baby?”
Scott nodded, barely able to croak out the word yes.
“Are you going to let me have my way with you?” Red asked seductively, opening up the doors of Scott’s vivid imagination.
“Make me scream.”
“Where’s your car?”
Scott pulled Red toward a dark gray BMW, breaking away from the lip-lock long enough to open the back door. They got into the vehicle and latched onto each other again, exchanging hot kisses while their hands tugged at their clothing.
“Please,” Scott begged, watching as Red unzipped his pants and lowered them around his hips, exposing a surprisingly thick cock pulsing with need. Scott bent down and took him in his mouth, moaning his satisfaction while Red grabbed handfuls of Scott’s hair and pulled tightly. “God, that feels so good,” he said, thrusting slowly against Scott’s throat.
Scott worked Red with every technique he knew, taking him deep and caressing him with practiced throat muscles.
“So good, baby….”
“You like that?” Scott asked, ridiculously pleased for some reason. He wanted to make an impression.
Scott twirled his tongue around the swollen head, now dotted with drops of moisture that he lapped up, enjoying the sweet, musky taste. He ran his tongue up and down the rigid shaft, nipping at the silky skin, taking a hairless ball into his mouth and rolling it around playfully. He pushed Red and made him lie down on the seat to get better access, yanking off his jeans and tossing them aside. He positioned one of Red’s legs on the back of the car seat with the other spread wide to give him more room, and he started licking his perineum, moving his tongue in slow, torturous circles as he listened to the man moaning. He played with the puckered skin around his asshole, flicking his tongue in and out as Red clenched and unclenched, squeezing Scott’s tongue with each push. He moved back to concentrate on Red’s cock, swallowing him to the hilt, pressing his nose up against Red’s pubic bone, working him again with throat muscles that could make a grown man weep.
“I’m close, dude.”
Scott nodded, and he felt Red shoot. He swallowed easily, creating even more tension around the pulsating cock, and he reveled in the noises that were coming out of Red’s mouth, the sounds of pleasure accompanying each spurt of hot liquid burning its way down his throat. Finally, when the noises stopped, he moved up to Red’s face and kissed him, sharing the ejaculate that still coated his tongue.
“Outstanding blowjob.” Red huffed, trying to catch a breath.
“My pleasure. Now, tie me up, and do your thing.”
Red laughed, delighted by Scott’s aggressiveness, and he switched places with him, pulling off the black T-shirt and undoing Scott’s belt buckle. His breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was nothing between Scott and his jeans. “Shit, I love a guy that goes commando.”
“Christ,” Red replied, grabbing the waistband and tugging at Scott’s jeans. He growled when he saw the erection that bobbed enticingly. “You ready to be my slut boy?”
His hands moved up Scott’s torso and rested on his nipples, twisting them sharply, loving the sounds as Scott whimpered in pain.
“Like that, my beautiful pain slut?” Red looked up quickly and saw Scott’s eyes were closed. He took the handcuffs and slipped them through the door handles before attaching them to Scott’s wrists.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Hurt me,” Scott begged, thrashing against Red, moaning loudly when he felt the first bite on the soft skin of his inner thigh even as the strong hands twisted nipples that were rock-hard and aching. “Please,” he begged again, inciting Red to clench the thighs that were spread wantonly, digging in his nails as Scott rutted against him.
Red sat back on his heels and slapped Scott’s ass, cherishing each moan that came out of the beautiful lips, following it up with a series of open-handed slaps on Scott’s thighs and balls. He bent down and rubbed his cheek against hot and inflamed skin, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
“Fuck me,” Scott pleaded, pushing Red into rooting around in his pants pocket for the condom that was always on stand-by. He tore at the packet with his teeth, rolled the lubricated sheath onto his distended cock, and pushed into Scott without preamble, into the sweetest vise that gripped him like a soft hand as the blond hissed and thrashed underneath him.
“Jesus, fuck,” Red exclaimed, shutting his eyes, swept along by the powerful current of heat that was coursing through his veins as Scott pushed against him, digging his heels into the soft leather of the car seat to get better leverage. He pounded into Scott, thrusting roughly against him, grabbing onto the blond hair and pulling hard, wrenching a gasp out of Scott as he lay trapped underneath him.
“Like that, slut boy?”
“Yes,” Scott acknowledged, twisting his lower body and moving against the hips that rolled around expertly, nudging his prostate.
Red bent down and kissed him savagely, biting his lower lip, drawing a few drops of blood, and Scott shuddered through his orgasm, spraying Red’s torso and neck with ropes of hot semen that kept on coming and coming and coming as Scott screamed, bucking his hips and thrashing against the body that drilled him without letting up until finally, Red came as well, moaning with pleasure as he rode the tight body underneath him, the orgasm traveling with lightning speed all the way up from his groin to explode out his brain.
“Holy fucking shit,” Red groaned, collapsing on Scott, listening as their combined heartbeats knocked against their chests.
Eventually, they had to move. Red pulled off the key that was hanging on a chain around his neck and unlocked the cuffs, rubbing each of Scott’s wrists to make sure the blood was circulating properly.
“You okay?” he asked, looking down at the stranger who lay completely sated underneath him.
“More than okay,” Scott replied dreamily. “Can I see you again?”
“I’d love to hook up again, baby. You were incredible, so fucking responsive.”
“I’m leaving town tomorrow.”
“I know,” Red answered in a voice deep with regret. “I would have enjoyed getting to know you,” he said, pulling on his pants and scrounging for his shirt.
“Are you going far?” Scott asked, picking up his clothes.
“You think you’ll be back?”
“I doubt it.”
Scott moved over and kissed Red soundly on the lips. “Story of my life.” He laughed ruefully, moved away, and slipped his shirt on.