by CJ Bishop
You fuck, he berated Gabe silently. Of all days—you had to wear “these”?!
He swallowed hard and fell to temptation, grabbing a mouthful of ass flesh while he shoved his knee between Gabe’s legs and shoved his pants down to his ankles. The audience bellowed as Gabe arched his ass and Cole sucked the lower swell of his right cheek, then flicked his tongue against his heavy, tight balls, wrenching a stiff groan from Gabe.
Pinning the pants to the floor between Gabe’s feet, Cole urged him to step out of them, then rose up off the stage. His bulging crotch shoved against Gabe’s ass, hips rocking with a will of their own as he used his mouth to strip Gabe’s shirt the rest of the way from his body.
Chapter 13
Max was shocked by Horatio’s efficiency at removing his clothes without the aid of his hands. Abel surpassed them all, but Horatio was keeping pace with Angel and Cole. His hot, erratic breath wafted through the crotch of Max’s briefs, and Max would’ve been happy if he’d remained right there on his knees before him.
On his way back up on his feet, Horatio dragged his tongue up the center of Max’s stomach and chest, snagged the collar of his shirt in his teeth and moved around Max in a graceful arc that peeled the shirt off in a single smooth motion. In seconds, his pants were at his ankles. Max quickly stepped out of them.
Ricky was already switching the cuffs from Abel to Devlin, and Levi and Gavin were close behind, making the switch for Cole and Angel.
Horatio stepped back from Max’s stripped form, and Tommy was right there, hurriedly removing the cuffs from Horatio and shackling Max’s hands behind his back. Max was a quick learner and had paid attention to Horatio’s maneuvers—as well as Abel’s. The boy had been smart in setting himself up so he could remove both the shirt and pants at once. Unfortunately, Devlin had been paying attention as well and immediately dropped to his knees as soon as the cuffs were on and followed Abel’s example.
Max was quick to initiate the same method and went to the floor. The button of Horatio’s slacks was sewn on rather than the metal snap of jeans, and he pinched it off with his teeth in one bite, grabbing the zipper next. His chin repeatedly bumped Horatio’s hard crotch, and the man’s member jumped in response, swelling thicker, pushing groans up Horatio’s throat.
Next to them, Dane had grabbed onto Abel’s tactic as well and was on his knees before Angel, wrenching open his fly. Dane cast him a quick glance, grinned around the zipper tongue clamped in his teeth, winked, and yanked Angel’s pants fully open. An instant later, he was on his feet again, popping off shirt buttons, his toes clawing Angel’s trousers down his legs.
♦
Seth rubbed a layer of sweat from his hot face, his glazed eyes passing over the four cuffed men—each of them in just their briefs. His stare stuck on Gabe’s ass; the only one up there wearing thong underwear.
“Oh my God,” Grid groaned, staring at the same ass. “This is fucking torture.” His eyes flickered toward the bar, and not for the first time. Seth looked that way but couldn’t determine what, or who was drawing Grid’s attention.
Jamie squeezed Seth’s hand hard, his stare glued to the stage. All the couples were in close running, and it wasn’t apparent who, actually, would win this one. The only “apparent” thing up there was the raging erections straining to get free. Seth’s own member tested the resilience of his fly, and he fought the urge to shove Jamie’s hand down there for a little relief. Jamie shifted on his own and moved in front of Seth, leaning back against him, his ass slowly rolling on Seth’s crotch. Stealing Seth’s idea, he pulled Seth’s arms around him and directed his hands between his thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” Seth whimpered against the back of his neck, breath ragged. He cupped Jamie’s hard bulge and massaged until the boy was softly moaning and gently gyrating his hips. Seth squeezed him tighter and moved with him discreetly. “Shit…” he panted shakily, his lips shoved against Jamie’s shoulder. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
Grid looked at them and grunted. “So not fair.” He shot another glance toward the bar and this time his stare held for a moment. But Seth was far too distracted by the stage show and Jamie’s rocking ass to take an immediate interest in whoever was grabbing Grid’s attention.
♦
“We have a winner!” Caleb announced when Abel hurriedly stepped out of his pants, making him and Devlin the first fully stripped couple. The audience cheered as Ricky unlocked Devlin’s hands and the couple embraced, kissing each other hard. Devlin grabbed two fistfuls of Abel’s ass, and the boy hopped up, swinging his legs around Devlin’s waist. They kissed again, and Abel whooped, stirring the crowd up louder.
The other three couples applauded and whistled.
“You’re just a hustler, Doc,” Cole accused, grinning. As soon as Abel dropped his feet to the floor, Cole hugged Devlin hard. “You were just psyching us out, pretending you were all nervous and such.”
Devlin laughed. “No, I wasn’t.”
“All right, Samuel,” Caleb called into the microphone. “What did the lucky couple win?”
Samuel walked up on stage carrying a medium-sized box encased in rainbow wrapping paper with a large colorful bow on top. “A little something to spice up your honeymoon,” Samuel winked and handed the box to Devlin. Abel lifted off the top.
“All right,” Abel grinned and wriggled his eyebrows. “A whole box of toys. I like toys.” He rifled through the box and lifted out an oversized, glossy blue dildo, and smirked at Devlin. “This one’s for you.”
The guests howled and hollered.
Gabe stepped over and grabbed it up. “Hey, Lex!” he called out to the audience. “You lose something?”
The crowd busted up, and Lex grinned. “Too small to be mine!” The guests exploded in laughter and whooped at Lex.
Gabe looked at the massive fake cock and snickered. “You’re a brave man, Carl!”
Laughing and nodding, Caleb cleared his throat. “Indeed.” He turned to the audience. “We’ll give our couples a chance to relax for a moment and grab a drink, then we will get the next test underway.”
Everyone cheered and began to drift toward the bar as the four couples grabbed their clothes and dressed.
♦
Let’s hope you’re brave,” Lex growled in Carl’s ear and crushed him in his arms, his massive bulge grinding into Carl’s ass. “Because I’m about two seconds from taking you into a back room and giving you every thick inch of my love.”
Carl smiled and pushed back against him. “I’d never refuse your love.”
Chuckling deeply, Lex kissed his neck and continued to hold him locked in his arms. “Show me the way to the VIP room.”
There was no hesitation in Carl as he broke loose of Lex’s embrace, snagged his hand, and led him across the club. They passed through the small alcove and up a short set of carpeted steps. When they entered the VIP room, Lex turned around and locked the door then surveyed his surroundings. He’d been to the club a lot, had plenty of private lap dances in the booths, but had never been in here. He knew his limitations, and secluded in a private room with a sexy stripper…he wouldn’t have been able to obey the club rules. What happened between him and Angel had been by mutual consent and had taken place outside the club; first, in his limo. Then, at his penthouse apartment. There had been no third sexual encounter. To this day, he regretted not taking action in Angel’s life when he’d had the chance, before Angel had nearly died at the hands of his stepbrother.
He pushed the memories away; all was well in Angel’s life now. He had Dane.
And Lex had Carl. He smiled and watched Carl as he turned on some soft music and dimmed the lighting. Lex walked over to a plush loveseat and began to peel off his clothes. By the time Carl focused on him, Lex was stretched out naked on the soft cushions, his shoulders propped against the armrest and one arm draped over the back of the loveseat. His massive cock was a steel bar standing rigid, perfectly straight.
Letting out a shaky breath,
Carl came to him, shedding his clothes along the way and bringing with him a bottle of lube he’d retrieved from the supply near the stereo. Though nonetheless dwarfed by Lex’s huge dick, Carl was no small boy, either, and his erection stretched out thick and long, swaying temptingly as he approached Lex.
Shifting and propping on one elbow, Lex wrapped his fist around Carl’s cock and drew him closer, taking his member into his mouth. Both he and Carl were in desperate need to unload, and Lex wanted that to happen during sex. But he couldn’t resist a little oral action as well.
“Fuck…” Carl dropped the bottle on the cushion between Lex’s parted thighs and combed his fingers through his thick hair. His head dropped back, and he moaned loud as he stroked his cock into Lex’s mouth. “Shit, baby…I’m so hard…that feels so good.”
Carl slid one leg up and over the back of the loveseat while his other foot remained planted firmly on the floor. Facing down Lex’s body, he pressed one hand into the cushion and gripped the back of the small couch with his other and dipped his head, taking Lex’s large cock-head in his mouth.
Lex moaned around Carl’s shaft and sucked him harder. He squeezed Carl’s ass and pumped him in and out of his mouth. Carl picked up the rhythm, and his hips began to slowly roll, sliding his dick into Lex’s throat again and again as he swallowed as much of Lex’s huge member as he could.
The tight heat of Carl’s mouth was rapidly shoving Lex to the edge; this wouldn’t be a long session.
“Fuck, baby,” Lex gasped, pulling off Carl. “Turn around.”
Carl repositioned and grabbed up the lube, slicked up Lex’s cock then his own ass.
“Oh my God, baby, come here,” Lex shuddered and squeezed his hips. “Sit that beautiful ass down.” He groaned tightly as Carl began to lower onto his enormous dick, his small hole stretching wider and wider the deeper Lex’s greased shaft pushed up inside him.
“Oh fuck,” Carl gasped hard and gripped Lex’s muscular arms. “Uuuhh…” his face pinched with sweet agony as he shoved down harder. His breath went ragged and shaky, his short nails gouging Lex’s skin. “Ahhh fuck…fuck…”
Lex’s large, full balls churned and ached. It wouldn’t take much to empty them—a few strokes of Carl’s tight, hot ass on his cock would probably do it. “Shit, Carl,” he choked and thrust his hips, sinking the rest of his shaft inside his lover, wrenching a staggered cry from the man. “Oh my God, your ass feels so damn good. Fuck me, baby.”
For a moment, Carl didn’t move much except for a minimal rotation of his ass as his inner muscles relaxed and loosened a little. But Carl was as ready and eager to fuck as Lex was. He leaned forward and planted his palms on Lex’s chest, dug his knees into the cushions on either side of Lex’s body, and began stroking his velvet-soft ass up and down Lex’s gigantic slippery dick.
“Uuhh…fuuuck…” Carl swallowed hard, his throat working rapidly. His rigid cock bumped Lex’s tense rippled abs, smearing his stomach with clear juice. “Oh fuck, Lex…fuck…fuck me, baby…”
Lex tightened his hold on Carl’s hips and bounced him on his cock as he came up to meet him, hard and fast, hammering his ass. “Fuck!” Lex yelled, body arching, ass ricocheting off the cushions, shaking the loveseat. “Uuuhh!”
“Oh fuck-fuck-fuck!” Carl’s cries began to break into shuddered gasps and pants. He clawed Lex’s chest muscles then grabbed his own dick and jerked himself furiously as he slammed his ass up and down on Lex’s steel rod. “Uuh! Fuck! I’m gonna come-I’m gonna come!”
Lex grabbed his ass and dug his fingers into his hot, sweaty cheeks, spreading him wider as he nailed his hole wildly. “Shit! Fuuuck—I’m coming!” He thrust up hard, and Carl wailed as Lex pumped him full of hot cum. Carl unloaded seconds later, propelling ropes of creamy cum onto Lex’s chest and throat, a few tendrils splattering his chin and lower lip.
“Uuh!” Carl choked and fell on top of him, panting hard.
Sucking in a deep lungful of air, Lex released it in a heavy exhale and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, licking up Carl’s juice. “Fuck…” He shuddered and caressed Carl’s hot, sweaty body and grinned through his exhaustion. “You take that monster cock like a champ.”
Chapter 14
Caleb returned to the stage. “All right, we’re back. Are you ready for our couples’ next test?” Caleb laughed when he received a resounding Hell yeah! “Awesome. Then let’s get the grooms back up here on stage.”
The eight men filed up onto the stage and again stood behind Caleb.
“This is a test to see which couple’s bodies are most in sync.”
Dane grinned. “We get to have sex?”
The audience went crazy.
“No!” Caleb laughed and shook his head, trying to calm the guests. “This is an innocent little game that will gauge how rhythmically in tune you are with one another.”
“Innocent game?” Gabe frowned. “Where’s the fun in that?”
The other couples laughed and nodded.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Caleb smirked. “You’ll dirty it up, no doubt about that.”
“We’ll sure as shit try,” Cole confirmed.
The four accompanying boys had disappeared into the back, and when Caleb called for them, they emerged from the stage curtain carrying extra-large, rainbow colored hula-hoops.
The couples exchanged curious glances with one another.
“Okay…” Max murmured doubtfully and cocked an eyebrow at Caleb.
Caleb chuckled. “Each couple will share a hula-hoop. The one to keep it going the longest, with the smoothest rotation, will win this test.” He held up a finger. “One rule. You are not allowed to hold onto your partner and guide them. If your bodies are truly rhythmically compatible, you should have no problem keeping the hoop spinning. Also, we need you to strip back down to your undies.”
“Why?” Devlin asked.
“Less restriction of movement,” Caleb explained,and then smiled. “And because it’s sexier and more entertaining for those of us watching.” The other guests agreed wholeheartedly.
“What if we’ve never hula-hooped before?” Horatio queried.
“Just work your hips, baby,” Caleb grinned. “I know you know how to do that.”
Angel looked at Dane then to Caleb. “He’s way taller than me. Won’t that throw us off?”
Smiling, Caleb asked, “Does the height difference affect your sex?”
Angel laughed. “No. But that’s different—we’re not always upright.”
“Not always, huh?” Gabe snorted.
Caleb winked at Angel. “You’ll find a way to make it work.”
♦
A rhythmic beat began to pump from the speakers and vibrate across the stage. The four couples stood within their respective hoops, their clothes stripped away once more, and plenty of space between each pair for adequate movement. Max stared across the “circle” at Horatio. “I feel like I’ve lost complete control,’’ he laughed quietly. “The boys have finally taken over.”
Horatio smiled. “They do seem to enjoy having the boss at their complete and total mercy.”
“What mercy?” Max snorted. “Especially that Tommy. What he did to us was not merciful in the least.”
Horatio chuckled. “But it was damn fucking hot and sexy.”
“We may have to interact with the club boys a little more from now on,” Max decided.
“I’m not hating the idea.” Horatio sighed.
Caleb stood to the far side of the stage. “Y’all ready?”
Max looked at Horatio. “How did we get ourselves into this?”
“You let the boys do the planning,” Horatio concluded.
“Oh, right,” Max nodded. “That’s it.”
Caleb swept his hand up in the air. “Begin!”
Max laced his fingers behind his head so he wouldn’t instinctively reach for Horatio. “I think maybe they were high when they came up with this one,” he murmured and let the music flow down into his hips. Horat
io laughed softly and nodded as he surrendered his body to the thumping beat.
Each rotation of their hips caused their crotches to graze one another, the thin fabric of their briefs hardly a barrier at all. Neither of them had fully cooled down from Tommy’s lap dance, and the last “test” had kicked their libidos up a few more notches. All this hip action now was like dumping gasoline on an open flame.
♦
Cole struggled to focus as Gabe’s hard cock strained its mesh cage, lusting for Cole’s ass, drooling cum juice. Their hips gyrated, spinning the hoop around their waists as their members repeatedly bumped together. Cole’s sleek, low-riding briefs barely managed to contain his own raging hard-on that seemed to stretch and thicken with each brush against Gabe’s granite bulge.
Staring back at him, Gabe eyes’ burned hot—searing into Cole. “I’m gonna pound you so fucking hard,” he rasped, his breath quick from both the movement of his body and his need to fuck. He swung his hips a little faster as Cole matched his pace. There was enough room within the circle of the hoop for the both of them to rock their bodies, but it remained confined enough as well that there was plenty of skin-on-skin contact. And cock-on-cock contact.
Cole swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as their throbbing dicks began to mash together with the quickened motion of their hips. He clutched the back of his neck, fingers digging into his tendons, eyes boring into Gabe’s face. Hot breath hissed from between clenched teeth as their crotches connected and locked, and their hips began to rock and roll in perfect unison.
Ragged puffs of breath burst from Gabe. His cock somehow swelled harder, thicker, and Cole could feel every contour as it ground into his own dick. His hands sizzled with the urge to grab Gabe’s hips and really dig in. Cole groaned deep and unsteady as their bulging cocks slipped back and forth, and up and down, against each other wetly as their skimpy briefs became drenched with pre-cum.