by A R Steele
If he had a big cock, Austin had a huge one. It was easily nine inches long – nine real inches, not the kind guys bragged about on the apps. More and more of that cock just kept coming as Austin let it out of his pants. And as Lev watched, wide-eyed, it grew even more.
Austin was thick, too – girthy in a way that Lev had never seen before. That tree trunk Austin called a cock made Lev’s own look like a twig in comparison. Lev had never seen anything like it before, not even in porn. He pinched himself, unsure if he should believe his own eyes.
“I…”
“You what?” Austin asked, his voice teasing. He loomed over Lev, that thing pointing straight out between them. Lev couldn’t even look up, couldn’t look away from that absolute beast between his legs. He just felt his shadow looming over him.
Lev couldn’t control himself. “Hnngh,” he whispered. That cock was compelling him.
He dropped to his knees.
Nine
Austin licked his lips and let himself fall back against the car door. He liked the sight of Lev’s shaggy head sinking in front of him. As soon as Lev’s knees hit the ground, he knew he was going to get exactly what he wanted.
He hadn’t even known what Lev’s reaction would be to this. Lev was so full of bluster and bravado. Austin had almost expected more protests from Lev before giving in. Sometimes a man like that just needed to be shown that he didn’t have the biggest dick in town. But the evident chemistry between them had reached a boiling point.
As Austin relaxed in anticipation, he tried to remember the last time he’d done anything as dirty as getting sucked off in public. In his late teens and early twenties, he’d done a few kinky things with fuck buddies and the odd one-night stand. There was no shortage of men eager and willing to worship his muscles.
At some point as he kept getting bigger, the average man had started to fear him rather than desire him… and that was okay with Austin. He enjoyed seeing the tinge of apprehension that came with men’s desire for him. And with his dominant streak, he followed through on what they were expecting.
He waited, expecting Lev to give him that same look before going down. Instead, Lev’s eyes seemed to be fixed to his cock. Austin was blessed, yes, and he hadn’t shared this blessing with anyone in a very long time. He let out a ragged gasp as Lev’s mouth wrapped around him.
Lev didn’t tease him or titillate him. He went straight for the real thing, suctioning around Austin’s tip and taking as much of him as he could… which wasn’t much more than the tip, as it happened.
He bobbed his head back and forth furiously, finally looking up at Austin with wide, frenzied eyes as if asking if his size was for real. Austin looked down at him, caressing the back of his head. “Good boy,” he murmured. “Even if you can’t take the whole thing, I see you’re doing your best.”
As Lev continued to move back and forth, he seemed to take a little more of Austin each time. He clearly knew what he was doing, even if he might not have encountered someone of Austin’s length and girth before.
Austin leaned back, letting his ass press against the car door. Putting his hand on the back of Lev’s neck, he guided him to the rhythm that he wanted. Austin needed it fast right now, after having been worked up like this. He would take it slow some other time.
Lev was ridiculous and annoying, but he turned him on like nothing else. “That’s my boy… Now you’re learning your lesson.”
A man like Lev had to be brought to his knees, in more ways than one. Teaching him was Austin’s great joy. If Lev wasn’t such a brat, Austin would still have been attracted to him. He could see why Lev got the men he wanted… but Lev’s irritating personality just made Austin want to punish him all the time.
A moan came out of Lev’s throat, and Austin realized he’d been thrusting into the back of his mouth. Lev pulled back and wiped off his mouth, looking up at him with some mixture of dismay and horniness.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Austin grated out. “You’re going to keep sucking me until you finish the job, understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Lev mumbled. There was no insubordination in his tone this time. He was ready to serve Austin, even eager to do it.
Instead of taking him in again, Lev lifted Austin’s cock slightly and licked the tip, running his tongue along the underside. Seeing his mouth open for Austin, seeing his cock barely fit between Lev’s lips, Austin was already on the edge.
Letting his jaw drop open, Austin panted. “Hold it right there. Don’t move.” His hips jerked back and forth, thrusting short and shallow into Lev’s mouth. Lev held still for him, his eyes drilling into Austin’s, the connection between them glimmering and powerful.
Something flicked at Austin’s tip. Lev’s tongue, he realized. Lev was massaging him with his tongue ring while he thrust deep and hard into his mouth. Austin’s body tensed at the unexpected intensity of the sensation, and it was even harder to bear when Lev began to hum around his cock.
He wasn’t going to be able to take this much longer. Celebrating whatever had made Lev sink to the floor just now, he grabbed the back of his head. He thrust into his mouth, once, twice, and then he exploded in a climax that left his legs shaking and his knees weak.
With a grunt, he unleashed his final spurt into the back of Lev’s throat. His head tipped back against the car. Lev stood up, his eyes shiny. Austin stood there for a moment, slowly tilting his head forward as he dropped his palms against the car. Lev’s knees were dusty from being on the pavement, but Lev didn’t even seem to notice.
“Holy shit,” Lev said. “I… I can’t believe I did that. Your cock is fucking crazy.”
“So I’ve been told,” Austin said, pulling himself upright and doing up his pants. His legs were still a bit shaky, but he opened the door to his car.
“Hey,” Lev said. “Where are you going?”
“Home, I figure. Why, you need a ride?”
Lev jumped to his side, his hands on his hips. “Yeah, I need you to take a ride on my dick. I’m hard as a fucking rock right now, and I just got you off pretty well.”
“Very well, actually, but I have shit to do now. Sorry, kid.” He opened the door of the Mustang.
“What the fuck? You’re seriously going to leave me hanging after I did that for you?”
Austin licked his lips, climbing into the Mustang. “I got the impression that you enjoyed it, too.”
Lev’s eyebrows rose and his nostrils flared. “I’d enjoy fucking your ass a lot more.”
Although Austin was really only a little irritated, he couldn’t resist the temptation to piss Lev off a little more. “Seems you’re just as annoying after I get off.” He buckled his seatbelt.
The tactic worked exactly as planned. “What the hell, man!” Lev yelled. “You can’t leave! You fucking…”
Austin closed the car door. He smirked as he pulled away. Lev’s yelps were barely audible through the windows. As he pressed his foot lightly to the gas, he found he couldn’t hear Lev anymore.
Driving away from Lev was becoming a habit, and it amused Austin every time. He pulled onto the main road, watching Lev’s image shrink slowly in the rearview mirror. After only a few seconds, Lev disappeared.
Flicking on his turn signal, Austin changed lanes. They’d “gotten it done,” to use Lev’s expression. He’d finally gotten a taste of Lev, putting him firmly in his place in the process. Better yet, he was confident that Lev wouldn’t forget their encounter anytime soon. Things had gone exactly how he’d wanted.
So why was he still craving more?
Ten
Lev’s footsteps resonated around his room. Stomp, stomp, stomp. He’d jacked off twice after he got home last night, yet he’d still woken up with a raging hard on. That fucking Austin left him so horny, and he couldn’t seem to do anything about it.
He was going to get himself off again, no question about that, but he doubted it would relieve him after the first two times had failed. He wanted Austin’s mouth on him, r
eturning the favor he’d so graciously given him. He wanted to feel more of the solid muscle he’d barely gotten to touch last night.
Hell, even getting to see Austin naked would be something. For someone who looked at half-naked guys all night, Lev really wanted to see this particular man without his clothes. Austin’s body was huge and imposing and terrifying, like nothing Lev had seen before. If his cock could make Lev sink to his knees, what could the rest of him do?
He paced around, annoyed by everything in his room. His Avenue Q poster pissed him off, and his stack of musical soundtrack CDs made him want to scream. Nothing in this room mattered because none of it was Austin. And the worst part was, he couldn’t go back to him.
They’d hooked up now. Lev’s rule wasn’t that he had to get off, it was that he could only fool around with a guy once – no matter what was included in the hook-up. At the moment, he was sorely tempted to break that rule. Then again, why would he when Austin was such a dick about it?
Austin hadn’t made him come, and he didn’t even seem apologetic. The selfish bastard. Austin clearly just wanted to get off with no regard for how Lev felt. No, that wasn’t it. Other guys were like that, but not this one. Austin was trying to teach him a lesson. Lev stopped where he stood and cursed with the realization. The smug, self-satisfied asshole!
Lev didn’t need to learn any lessons. He may have been a brat, but brattiness got him whatever man he wanted. He didn’t need to change anything. He had his way of doing things, and it worked perfectly well for him. He refused to ever settle down.
With self-righteous fury, he swung the door open and stomped down the stairs. The living room had a better sound system than his room, and he turned on the soundtrack to Hairspray. Cranking up the volume, he raised his voice and sang along to the opening song.
He swept his arms up and down, doing a decent imitation of the dance that went along with the song. He’d learned these moves way back when he was in his teens. It was one of the things that made him realize he was born to be a dancer.
“Lev!” Aunt Sandra yelled from her bedroom. “Can you quiet down in there?”
Lev froze, rolling his eyes, and turned down the music. “Is that better?” he yelled back.
“A little lower.”
He heaved a sigh, but did as she told him. The tension in his body wasn’t going to be released by dancing, anyway. Not by jogging or push-ups, either. The only form of exercise that would help was the kind where his dick was involved. He went back to his room and lay down, wiggling out of his pajama bottoms. His hand found his cock again, and he groaned in frustration rather than release.
As the next couple of days passed, his need only grew. The two days off every week were usually pleasant, but this week it just meant he had no chance of running into Austin. Of course, that would only have made him even hornier anyway.
He jacked off more than he’d done since he was a teen. And given that he usually did it two or three times a day, that was saying something. At night he flicked through Grindr again, looking for someone that could get his rocks off. He clearly needed something better than his hand, but nothing else appealed to him.
These faces were familiar, and so were the cocks. He would have gone back to one of them a second time before sacrificing his pride and returning to Austin. But he didn’t contact any, even the ones he remembered as being particularly talented or good-looking. They may have gotten him off again, but they weren’t Austin.
Why did Austin leave him hanging? The question drove him crazy as he flung down his phone in surrender. Was Austin just into torturing him? Austin had admitted to finding him sexy, so that wasn’t the issue. It was so rare for anyone to turn Lev down. Even straight men occasionally fell victim to his charms.
Well, Lev refused to obsess over some sadistic asshole. If Austin was into him, he’d missed his chance. This was Austin’s loss, not his. He knew it to be true – and yet he couldn’t get the taste of Austin’s skin out of his mind.
He was just so fucking large, so unbelievably girthy. Lev wondered if that monster cock would’ve even fit inside him. It barely managed to go into his mouth. He would’ve been very willing to try, if only things had gone the right way.
When Wednesday night finally came, Lev got off his skateboard in front of the club. He went inside, greeting his friends one by one. They seemed more cheerful than usual, and it only took a minute of change room conversation for Lev to figure out why.
“Partner dances starting tonight,” Cooper said, grinning at him as he fixed his bow tie around his neck.
“Oh, right.” Lev looked around, seeing how the different couples were even more affectionate than usual.
They seemed excited to dance onstage together. Lev supposed he would have felt the same if he’d been in a relationship. Good thing there wasn’t a romantic bone in his body, or he might’ve been a little jealous.
“Hey,” a soft voice said from beside him. “I tried to text you about our dance, but…”
“Fuck,” Lev said a little too loudly. Lucas looked scared, and Lev apologized. “Sorry. I mean, I forgot. I didn’t look at my phone the past couple days.”
“No problem. I figured it was something like that. I came up with something, if you want to try it. We can just take turns going on the pole while the other circles around slowly.”
“That sounds good,” Lev said. “Nice and easy. We could probably practice in the champagne lounge before the night gets started.”
A proud look came over Lucas’s face. “Sounds good.”
After a quick practice, Lev had to change for his sex slave routine. He put on a chainmail thong underneath black leather pants, along with a matching leather vest and hood. There were more people in the crowd than usual. Word seemed to be spreading about the new types of things they were doing here.
As he waited by the stairs, Owen led a woman from the crowd onto the stage and seated her in a chair. Every night, Brentley found out which customers had a birthday or an anniversary, and Lev was given the task of performing specifically for them.
The DJ announced that this woman was going to get a very special present for her fortieth birthday. Lev kept his head look down, dramatic music playing as he walked onto the stage in front of her and slid his hood off to look at her.
The crowd was already going wild, as they did every time. Lev prostrated himself on the ground in front of her chair. Most women did nothing but giggle at this, but this one put her feet on his back. With his forehead on the ground, Lev grinned to himself. These dances were always more fun when the customer was willing to play along.
Lev pulled upward, at last bringing himself to stand again. He slipped off his vest, then bent over the woman’s lap. Taking her hand, he brought it down on his ass. She gave him a look as if asking if he really wanted her to spank him, and he gave her a subtle nod. Her eyes widened, and she gave him a few decent smacks. Loud cheers erupted from the audience.
Glancing around the crowd, Lev tore off his pants. The cheers got louder as they saw the chainmail. The metal loops left little to the imagination. He leaned over the chair, bending at the waist to give the audience the full view of his ass.
Now for the part that always made the women go out of their minds. Lev shoved his head into the birthday girl’s lap and moved it around. Anyone sitting in the room would have to wonder if he was actually going down on her.
When the cheering was at its peak, he took a step back and flipped into a handstand. Still feigning oral sex on her, he thrust at her face as well. Yeah, baby. Her shrieks of shocked laughter were even louder than the music as the song came to an end.
Still flushed and sweaty, he went down and dropped his stuff in the change room. It took about a second to find a group to sit with afterwards. They welcomed him, eagerly talking about how much they liked his performance.
“You were incredible,” one said. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks,” Lev said. “Would you like a
lap dance?”
“I would be honored.”
Lev lifted his chin, secure in the knowledge that everybody still wanted him. He was hot. He was sexy. He was Lev motherfucking Rubin, and he was never going to lose sight of that – regardless of what certain huge, buff bouncers might think
As he went into his dance, he caught a glimpse of Jesse and Shade on the main stage together. They glanced at each other, and even though it only lasted a split second, Lev wondered if anyone in this room had missed the adoration in their eyes.
Not like it mattered… not like he cared…
But he was never going to have that for himself.
Eleven
The night was cold enough that Austin had worn a T-shirt with sleeves, for once. If he flexed the wrong way, his biceps would tear through it. He’d ruined more than one shirt doing that in the past.
About a week had gone by since the guys had started doing partner dances inside. That meant it had also been about a week since he’d last spoken to Lev. The kid – and his ridiculous brattiness – were on Austin’s mind all the time.
The one time Lev passed by, he turned up his nose and refused to speak to Austin. It was like after their first night, the time Lev had blacked out their non-hook-up, except a million times worse.
If he hadn’t been such a brat about it, Austin might have returned the favor he’d done for him. Meanwhile, Lev had acted like a dick, so he got treated like a dick.
“There’s no cover,” he said to a group of arriving customers. “Go on inside.”
It was quiet for a minute, and then the door clicked open again. Austin turned slightly, expecting to see Jesse heading for his smoking corner. Instead, he grimaced at the sight of Lev.
“Hey,” he said, trying to act like things were normal between them. “What’s up?”
Lev glared at him. “Like you care.”
He pulled a flask out of his pocket. Before things had gotten so weird for them, he would occasionally come out here and have a drink. Austin had never said anything to him about it, but Lev had at least tried to hide it. This time Lev tipped back the flask and took a swig right in front of Austin’s eyes.