This was no ordinary fuck. I rammed into her so hard and fast, it was all a blur, and as I came, I spanked her again, hungry for that milking cunt.
When we were done, I dressed quicker than I had in times past. Normally I stayed and cuddled a bit. Not that I was soft, but I was selfish. There was something about touching all that soft skin after a satisfying fuck. But this time, I was scared. The power I felt spanking her, the way she moaned and trembled… I’d never experienced that. And I wanted more. But I didn’t do relationships. And I didn’t trust Lisa’s motives.
“Hey, let’s get out of here and have some real fun,” Lisa said, winking at me and pulling me out of my memories. Did Lisa know that Becca was gay? Was she suggesting a three-way? There wasn’t anything I would have put past that girl.
“What did you have in mind, love?” Becca slurred.
“We should probably turn in,” I tried. The pit of my stomach turned knowing that what was in the works would change things forever.
“Nonsense, Jackie…” Becca said, laying it on thick. “Let’s go have some fun. Lisa’s the captain. Let’s vote. All in favor, say yes in, um, Russian. Ready, vote! Dah! Aww, sorry Jack-o-lantern, you didn’t get your vote in. So, mine is the one that counts.”
Becca thumbed out a hundred dollars proclaiming that it should be enough to cover the last few drinks we’d had, and the three of us headed to the curb. Lisa hailed a cab and ushered us inside and, giddy as a school girl, she gave an address to the driver. Ten minutes later we were on a dark street that reeked of bad news. Calmly she paid the driver and we got out. We’d barely closed the taxi door before the driver high-tailed out of there. That couldn’t be a good sign.
She wriggled her eyebrows, which didn’t match the color of her hair. Calmly, Lisa walked over to a large, heavy, unmarked door and pulled it open. Once inside, we could faintly hear the thump of music. It sounded like a rave party that was the new thing. But those were generally lots of acid and coke and other shit.
“Look, Lisa, we don’t do drugs,” I said, pulling Becca into my side protectively.
“Neither do I, silly. Like I’m going to ruin my career with cheap blow. But—a warning, this will be a high like none other.”
With a confident swagger, Lisa headed in the direction of the driving beat. Becca pulled on me with a fun-loving smile that I couldn’t say no to. I didn’t want to go, but I knew she was going to with or without me. I listened to the brother in me and chose to accompany her. She’d see that this was bad news and I’d be able to get her back home. We rounded the corner where Lisa waited chatting with a huge man that looked a lot like Lou Ferrigno from The Incredible Hulk.
“D, these are my friends, J and B. They’re my guests tonight, so be nice.”
D nodded gruffly winking at Lisa, who was already dragging Becca toward another door where it was obvious the music was coming from. Lisa opened the door and the music swallowed us whole.
CHAPTER 11
Peering into the dark, I was suddenly pulled forward by Becca and the door closed behind us. After the loud assault of the sound wore off, I became aware of the heavy scent of baby oil and sex. Under the music you could hear disturbing sounds that didn’t compute. Snapping sounds. Screaming sounds.
Stepping into the darkness, I noticed we were in a small entry way that sounded like it had padded walls. Small puddles of light were spilling about the room. I willed my eyes to adjust.
“L, darling… how lucky to have you back so soon.” A short, round man with a foreign accent stepped up to Lisa and the two exchanged European cheek kisses. “And I see you brought some friends,” he said in a tone that was too excited, but what got me more was how he checked me out more than Lisa or Becca. At least they were safe, I could fend for myself.
“I have a feeling that these two might be your new regulars. S, this is B and J.” Lisa and Becca looked at one another and burst out laughing, and in no time at all they were laughing so hard that tears were rolling down their faces. “Omigod, that is so perfect!” Lisa squealed.
“J, B, It’s nice to meet you,” S said, greeting us. “Please enjoy yourselves. I’m sure that L will fill you in on the rules. She’s one of our best clients. And wickedly talented, too,” he said, winking at Lisa before bestowing her with another kiss and taking his leave.
Lisa shucked her wrap and took Becca’s from her and brought them to a coat check girl that I’d not noticed earlier.
“Locker twelve. Thanks,” Lisa bubbled at the girl.
“Come,” Lisa urged, wedging herself between Becca and myself and pushing us around the corner. What we encountered after rounding the corner stunned me like nothing before.
And suddenly the snaps and screams made sense. I looked around the large room and felt faint. There was a woman bound and bent over a table, her arms and legs strapped down. A large man with his face covered like he was the Lone Ranger was standing behind her, holding what looked like a hundred thin, black and red leather strips brought together in one handle. He was slapping figure eights across her ass that was pushed in his direction. The look on her face was blissful. He was hitting her ass and she liked it? He suddenly stopped and walked over to the wall. He replaced the leather strappy thing on the wall and selected a riding crop.
“Are you ready?” he asked the trussed girl in a commanding voice.
She slowly nodded her head yes, her eyes still softly closed. She couldn’t talk because she was gagged with a leather strap with a ball affixed to it. He brought the riding crop to his left and backhanded the stick across her bare ass. She would have screamed, but the ball shoved in her mouth effectively blocked the sound. The look on her face was unmistakable. It wasn’t the face of pain, rather a pre-orgasmic face. I looked at her ass, bright pink, now with a line across her right butt cheek. It was beautiful. My cock started to swell and throb in my pants.
Sex clubs were all over this town. I’d been to a couple like Plato’s Retreat, a popular swinger’s club in the basement of the Ansonia Hotel. Man, the “Mattress Room” was a trip. I stayed away from the gay places, places like The Playpen at Times Square and most of the places in the appropriately named Meatpacking District, it just wasn’t my scene. I found myself now wondering if Becca had been to any of the gay clubs. But, this place was like The Vault, and Mineshaft. This was an S&M club. Holy shit balls! I’d stayed away from those—er—these places.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Lisa asked her lips millimeters from my ear. “I’m so envious of her right now. My cunt is twitching. Afterward, she’s going to get fucked like there’s no tomorrow.”
The crack of a whip drew my attention to the right. A man stood, shirtless with his back to the center of the room, his arms suspended overhead with a pair of cuffs securing his wrists. Looking more closely, his back had what looked like several cuts on it. Movement to his left drew my attention to a chesty, blonde woman standing about eight feet from him. She was dressed in black, skin tight pants and a matching black bikini top. She raised her hand and the long tail of a whip came down on his back again. The man’s body jerked and trembled. I looked away, unable to process how all of this made me feel. I wasn’t as appalled as I should have been. My cock grew to a near steel hardness.
Forcing my gaze to the far left, a handsome man sat back on a leather sofa surrounded by three naked women. One was settled in between his legs clearly giving the man great head, while his head was thrown back and he was groaning. Meanwhile the other two were french kissing each other in front of him while his hands gripped harshly at their breasts.
“See something you like?” Lisa asked. “Want Becca and I to get a third girl and do that for you?”
I looked nervously at Becca. She was riveted, chewing on her lower lip. Her hand was on her breast and she was squeezing, and none too lightly. Lisa then leaned over and kissed Becca deeply.
“Come. Let’s walk, but no touching. Unless you have permission from the parties involved. And for your information, you have my ful
l permission,” she said, winking at me before leading the way.
In the four corners of the room were beds. The first corner we came upon was a “run of the mill” orgy, if you could call it that. Three men and two women, all fully naked. It reminded me of the “Mattress Room.” The sight was enough to have me nearly exploding in my jeans.
A redhead was on her hands and knees with a man standing in front of her. She had his full cock working in and out of her mouth, and she was getting fucked from behind at the same time by another guy who was sucking the tits of this blonde who was getting eaten by this third guy. My dick ached as it pounded in my pants. Staring at the group, I felt more than a little perverted. But when the redhead looked up and locked eyes with me, smiling around the other man’s junk, I knew that she wanted me to be watching her.
Lisa tugged on my arm and we followed Becca who was walking in a trance. We headed toward the man who was strung up, being whipped by the severe-looking blonde, walking in front of him. As we did, I saw his cock hanging out of his pants and tied up with leather strings. It was bulging and purple. My cock pulsed with concern, and a little intrigued. As the whip came down on his back again, his cock leapt, mine mimicking the action. Lisa groaned wickedly and we continued our journey around the room.
Next, we came to a bed of women. All women. I couldn’t count how many. Some kissing. Some eating pussy while getting eaten. And there were dildos lying all over the bed. How I wanted to climb into that mix of soft flesh and gentle moans and whispers. The snake in my pants was painfully pressing on the zipper of my jeans. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, it felt like it was bruising. I glanced at Becca. She looked like she might pass out at any moment from panting so hard.
“You could join them, Bec. They wouldn’t mind. But Jacks, you’ll have to stay put. That’s a lady-love-only bed. No salami.”
“Could I?” I heard Becca ask, her fingers already working on the buttons down the front of her shirt.
I flew to her side and stopped her right there. “Next time, love. Let’s see what else is here.” I didn’t want her jumping into something while she was so drunk. She must have been really drunk because she nodded numbly in agreement.
“Party pooper,” Lisa pouted.
We continued our walk passing a softly lit hallway. “What’s down there?” I asked as casually as I could manage.
“Those are private rooms. Not everyone is an exhibitionist. How about you Jack? Would you like to put it all on display? Or are you more private than that?”
The crack of a whip and an unbridled cry came from a door on one side of the hallway. On the other side, we could hear grunts. Manly grunts. Satisfied grunts. Some dude was getting it good. My cock was jealous. All the sounds of sex and dominance engulfed me. I started to sweat. I needed to get laid in the worst way—and soon. I hoped Becca wouldn’t pass out as soon as we got back to the apartment.
“The three of us could get a room. Could be fun. Is your palm itchy?” she asked me knowingly.
I wanted a room, but I didn’t. I couldn’t get involved with Becca in that way. What we had was… Well, I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t want a threesome with Lisa. I did however find myself wanting to watch Lisa and her go at it. And my hand was experiencing an odd tingling like when I’d spanked Lisa last time. My cock throbbed as it recalled her milking snapper.
I looked over at Becca and, with one glance, I knew she was about to hurl. “Quick, Lisa, she’s gonna puke.”
Lisa was always cool under pressure, and for once I was grateful. She dashed and picked up a bucket from God knows where for God knows what, and had it in front of Becca just as she began puking her guts up. And with that, our little adventure to the sex club was officially ended.
I swept Becca up in my arms and we swiftly exited, none the wiser to all the couples and groups moaning, writhing, crying and orgasming all around us.
Back in the apartment, I showered Becca, as I’d done a number of times before. Her binge drinking was, sadly, not new, but when she got emotional, she tended to lose it. The emotional aspect fortunately wasn’t often. But when it happened, it was ugly.
“Wasn’t that crazy?” she asked, half awake as I dried her hair.
“Wasn’t what crazy?” I asked. That guy, Danny, who broke your heart is a not a man, but is a woman who’s a bitch? Or the sex club with the leather and whips?
“That club? Please tell me I didn’t imagine it.”
“It was a crazy club,” I agreed.
“What part did you like the most?”
“Ha! Lemme see. Which did I like the most? I’ll have to think about that.”
She smiled as I slipped a T-shirt from Barcelona over her head. She snuggled down onto her pillow. “There were so many things I liked. We’ll have to try some one day, okay?” she said through a yawn.
“Get some sleep,” I said tucking her in.
To say I had a tough time falling asleep that night was an understatement. Yes, I had one ear out for Becca, and all that I thought I knew about her. This new Danny/Dani revelation was only a suspicion, something I’d have to confirm tomorrow. But now, my mind was racing with the whips and shit I’d just witnessed. The sounds of the whips and crops, mixed in with the moans and gasps and layered with the sights of the pink and brown flesh.
Some of the scenes were just like the regular sex clubs. The orgy bed. The sofa where the guy was being serviced by the three women. The bed of women. Those were incredibly hot, but the images most scratching at my mind were those where a person was bound and being whipped.
That girl tied down on the horse, what was she getting out of it? Clearly she liked it, but why? She wasn’t able to move, or talk, but her face was absolutely enthralled and at peace. The leather strands smacking her ass, left her cheeks good and pink. I bet it was warm to the touch too. And when the crop was added… She knew it was coming. I knew that a riding crop could hurt. My brother, Kurt, once thought it would be funny to whip me like a horse. It didn’t feel sexual at all. It hurt like a mother fucker and left a mark for a week. Why was it different when that girl had it done to her?
The guy who was strung up and getting whipped was the most intriguing to me. What was he getting out of it? He stood and took the whips to his back. I was surprised that there were mostly only markings on his back and that he wasn’t bleeding much at all. What I was most curious about was the look on his face when we saw the front of him. He looked pained while waiting for the crack of the whip, but when it came down, he looked purely relieved. And the way his tied up cock reacted had me more confused than all of it.
My cock was rock hard and needed relief. Becca was passed out and therefore unavailable. As I stroked it with my hand, I imagined what it would feel like had my balls been tied up like that guy. What was the point? With my other hand, I closed off my balls as much as I could and I continued to stroke. While normally stroking made my cock hard and I came easily, with my balls shut off, my cock was wickedly hard. And when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I released my grip and mother-fucking-holy-shit! I came so hard and loud, I was scared I’d woken Becca up.
I cleaned up and checked in on Becca. She was snoring like a lumberjack.
Laying back in bed, I hated Lisa for taking us there, but at the same time, I wanted to ask her to take me back. I needed to see more. I needed to learn more.
CHAPTER 12
The next morning, Becca didn’t mention the club, nor did I. I had a feeling she was thinking about it, but I wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up. Instead, I quietly served her coffee and toast. Becca was quiet when she was hungover, but this morning she was absolutely melancholy.
We sat quietly, both of our minds turning. Not sure what was going through her mind, but I had so much running through mine I thought I’d explode.
“Becca, can I ask you a question?” I asked quietly.
“You just did,” she replied, throwing on an interview ready smile, already trying to deflect what she s
ensed was coming.
I chewed on my lip and cracked my knuckles which earned me a glare. She hated when I did that. I couldn’t help it. I always cracked my knuckles when I was nervous.
“Out with it,” she growled.
“Are you… You know…” I let the sentence trail off, not sure which word to use. Gay. Lesbian. Homosexual.
“Impossibly beautiful? Outrageously talented? Wickedly smart? Yes. Yes. And hell yes!”
“Forget it,” I muttered. This was going to go nowhere.
“What, Jackie? Just say it.” I gritted my teeth. I had to get her to stop calling me that. “Are you gonna ask your question or what?”
I took a deep breath and let it out in a puff. “Danny. The g—the person that broke your heart just before I moved in. Was that short for Danika?”
“What the—? That’s how rumors get started. Why would you even ask that?”
“Well, I overheard you and her… talking… It sounded like—”
Becca got up off the sofa and went to the window. She pulled back the curtain and stared silently.
“I’m sorry. I overstepped,” I apologized. I got up and went over to her. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes again. Becca never cried, now this was the second time in two days. Critiques, harsh reviews, or being rejected from a job, she was always strong and it didn’t seem to bother her.
“I knew it was over. I was just being silly,” she whispered. “First love, you know? You never get over it, I guess,” she sobbed, turning into my chest and clutching around my waist.
“Gotta say, I never saw this coming,” I said, shaking my head.
“You saw what you wanted to see. Classic psychology,” she scoffed.
She was always spouting off psychology bits. She had graduated from Columbia not only with a major in English but a minor in psych.
The feel of her sobbing, complete with hiccups, broke my heart for her. “Hey, hey…” I soothed, rubbing her back. “There’s someone out there. And she’s worthy of being with someone like you.” What the fuck? I was talking like a girl. I better find my balls or they’re gonna come for my man card.
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