Rough Trade (14 page)

“Enjoying your stay in Toronto?” His hand played down my side as he moved next to me. We watched Carlos dance and untie his drawstring. His surfer shorts slipped lower. The crests of his butt glowed in the spotlight. My heart quickened.

His voice was smooth. “Did he tell you how this works? You pay by the song for the special dances upstairs.” I watched as the wrestler guided a man in his sixties to the back hall. Dante had the hand of a blond football player down the back of his underwear; both men were laughing and whispering in each other’s ears.

“So do you want a dance?” Giovanni’s hand stroked my neck and played with my hair, his fingers curling and uncurling my locks.

I couldn’t speak. He was perfect, but I wasn’t sure what to do.

“You’re shy. I think that’s cute.” He continued to play with my hair and ran a finger down the opening of my shirt. His nail combed through my chest hair. “Is there another dancer you like better?” he asked. He pointed to Carlos. “He’s very hot. Tight butt, big penis.”

On stage, Carlos’s shorts were off and the yellow jock was working its way down his hips. His ass shone in the spotlight.

I wanted to look at Giovanni, but wanted to see what was underneath that pouch.

Giovanni laughed as he watched me struggle. “Enjoy him on stage and enjoy me upstairs.”

I took a big sip of Coke and almost choked as Carlos’s cock sprang free from the jock. Giovanni slapped me on the back as the ten inches waved at me from the stage.

“I need a little more time,” I said between coughs and Coke.

Giovanni made a signal to the bartender and spun his arm in a circle in the air. The bartender picked up the microphone and announced, “The Legendary Giovanni is next.” Giovanni turned and kissed me on the forehead. “For luck,” he said.

He dashed off toward the stage, but instead of ascending the stairs that Carlos was descending, he jumped up onto the stage in one graceful leap. He started to sway with the music and dance around the pole. His spine hugged the pole and he swung around and around, each time, his eyes focused on me. They seemed to hold me.

My eyes never left him; he seemed to be dancing just for me. The crowded room shrank and all the patrons seemed to disappear. It was just the two of us and the music. He opened his belt and ran his hands down his chest and across his stomach, his fingertips dipping below the waistband of his jeans.

His belt flapped as he moved his pelvis so that it slapped the pole. To the right and to the left, his hips gyrated, his eyes never leaving mine. How I could make eye contact and still absorb his body’s motion was beyond me. He did low knee bends and squats.

My heart wished him to hurry and take off his clothes, but another part of me wanted this to last forever. The song ended and another one started. The button on his jeans opened and his flat abdomen was slowly exposed. The fan of hair grew darker and thicker. His belt acted like a large penis on stage, flopping one way and then the other, slapping the pole
.

My body tingled with the electricity in the room. My heart beat in time with the music. All the hair on my body stood straight up on end.

His zipper slowly lowered, the denim giving release to the fleshy mound beneath. His erection rose from the V and sprang into life. His tight jeans worked their way down his legs and exposed his perfect body. He danced and swayed.

My mouth watered as he moved. The music rose and he smiled at me. I smiled back. He cocked his head to the side, toward the back hallway and the upstairs rooms. He glowed with pleasure and excitement. “Do you want a private dance?” he asked me from across the room.

Could I be reading his mind? Was I able to read his thoughts? My body swayed with the music. The beat grew and my palms went damp. I wiped them on my legs and smiled.

“Come with me,” Giovanni called with his silent glance. “Come with me.” He danced and danced. The music climaxed to the last note.

And I said, “Yes.”

Applause broke the silence as Giovanni pulled up his pants and zipped them before the announcer could say a word.

My legs stood and walked to meet him.

He jumped off the stage and extended his arm in my direction.

I ran to him.

His hand reached for mine as the audience parted. Our fingers wove together as our palms touched. He pulled me to the hallway and up the stairs. The stairs rounded at the top, and we entered an area that looked like it was lined with dressing rooms. Giovanni grabbed a key, and we entered one. He motioned for me to sit on the bench and he stood with his hips at eye level.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked as the Pointer Sisters’ “Dare Me” started. He opened his belt and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants down to the tops of his boots and moved closer.

I reached around him and cupped his ass. His cheeks fit perfectly into my hands, like they were made for each other. His buns were warm and tight, a fine down covered them as my fingers massaged the muscle and explored the crease. Despite his workout on stage, his skin was dry and soft. I looked at his tan lines that showed the Speedo he must wear when he tanned. I licked my lips as my hands rounded his hips and my thumbs lifted his balls. They dangled low and heavy. They rose with my thumbs as my fingers combed through his hair. His erection stood straight out in front, even bigger than on stage. His foreskin covered the mushroom end and a red light hit something that glistened on the fold. A drop of pre-cum seeped out.

I breathed in deeply, with his erection at the tip of my nose. A musky, male scent assaulted my nostrils and I felt faint. I was dreaming, and I didn’t want to wake up. My fingers ran up and down the length of his shaft. My own hard-on threatened to rip through my pants. His foreskin pulled back and the head of his cock came into view. The deep pink smooth head had another pearl on the tip. My index finger touched it and it slipped off. I rubbed it between my fingers and savored the sensation, warm, wet, and slippery.

Giovanni moaned as my fingers encircled his girth and ran up and down, pulling the foreskin back and forth, exposing and covering his sensitive glans.

“What would you like?” he breathed. His wet tip brushed my nose again and the sweet manly scent filled my nostrils.

Before I could speak, his hands worked my fly open. He pulled down my Calvins. A huge wet spot soaked the front of them. He squeezed the cotton between his fingers and then brought them to his mouth. He licked the ooze off and swallowed deeply, savoring the taste.

His cock lowered slightly by my mouth and my tongue slipped out and tasted his pre-cum. Sweet and salty, and all male.

His hand squeezed more pre-cum from my briefs and brought his fingers to my mouth. My juices mixed with his. Ambrosia.

“Want to try something I enjoy?” he asked.

I nodded and stood. I was unable to speak.

He pulled his foreskin down and opened the fold wide. He spat into his hand, wet the folds, and rubbed the head of my cut cock with his other hand. Spreading the pre-cum around, he guided my cock’s head into the end of his foreskin. His tip met mine, and our juices mixed. He pulled the hood over my cock, securing them together in a vacuum. The thick ooze made sucking noises as our dicks rubbed back and forth in the skin hood.

I grabbed on to his ass and pulled him closer to me, encouraging him to hump me, and my hips met his thrusts. So this is what it felt like to have a foreskin. It felt wonderful.

His hand jacked our cocks at the same time. They seemed to have turned into one huge penis that two could share at the same time. His sensation was my sensation. Our hips rocked and humped. My hands worked his ass. My fingers were slippery and found his tight sphincter. My index finger circled the tight ring and touched the deep pucker in the center.

With each orbit of my finger, our hips continued to hump back and forth. Giovanni pushed back onto my finger. I pressed deeper with each pass, and he pushed back harder. His sphincter acted like a mouth, sucking on my finger, drawing it inside, deeper. I pushed. He pulled. Another pelvic thrust, and my finger went in.

Our rhythm quickened.

The foreskin hood added suction and more pre-cum added to the seal. Giovanni’s hand stroked our two-man tube. Eighteen inches of male pleasure spanned us, joined us, became us. Pearls seeped out the seal and lubricated our shaft. His hand ran down my shaft to the hilt and back to his. He spread more pre-cum with each pass. Our hips rocked back and forth. I fucked his foreskin and it sucked my cock. Tension grew from the base of my penis and pressure built in my balls. My finger sank deeper and deeper, seeking his prostate gland. Faster and deeper, faster, deeper. My finger found the magic spot and pressed his button. An eruption exploded from his cock, filling the small skin pocket with hot, wet thickness. The extra lube and warmth sprayed out of the seal and ran down the length of my shaft, into my curly hair. As the wave hit, my balls released and matched his load. Giovanni’s hand never stopped. He continued the entire length and more cum spilled out of the joint and spread across our cocks. My finger continued to stimulate his gland, sending wave after wave, hump after hump. As our climaxes ended, he pulled back. His foreskin suction popped loudly. My cock strained forward for more. My penis didn’t want to release his yet.

I sat back, spent. Giovanni found his legs were unable to hold him up. He collapsed on the bench next to me. “Wow, was that wild.” He ruffled my hair as our breath returned to normal.

I reached for my wallet. Giovanni held my wrist.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Why don’t we settle up at your place? I get off in a few minutes, we could go out for dinner and make a night of it.”

“I’m staying at a hotel,” I said.

“No problem, we can settle up there too.”

“My room has a Jacuzzi.”

“It may take us all night to square up,” Giovanni said as we walked out of the booth.

“I hope so,” I said. “I hope so.” And it did.

Sold to the Highest Bidder

Christopher Pierce

It had been nearly a year since I had been claimed as a slaveboy, but I still didn’t really believe my Master owned me.

It was all a game, wasn’t it? I thought. We’re role-playing these parts because we get off on it—we pretend to be Master and slave because that’s how we like to see our relationship.

But it wasn’t real.

I even had the nerve to say that to Him.

Did I have a lesson to learn.

I was speaking out of turn, I knew that, but I don’t think I fully realized what deep shit I was in until I said that.

We were arguing about something, I don’t even remember what, and He had gotten me so angry that I finally just said I wasn’t going to do it and He didn’t own me.

He went dead silent.

After fifteen minutes of talking and yelling, He just stopped. Somehow this was more frightening than anything that had ever happened between us.

He just stared at me with those eyes, eyes so dark and deep they were impossible to read.

I had gone too far, that was clear. But was there still time to save my ass?

No, I realized when He got up suddenly and I felt a chill go down my spine.

“Assume the position, boy,” He said. The time for belligerence was over. I instantly dropped to my knees and put my hands behind my back. He walked into another room and opened some cabinet doors, then went into the kitchen.

With my head bowed, I couldn’t see what He was doing, but I felt a cold wave of fear wash over me when I heard the sound of a knife being drawn from the rack.

Oh God, what is He going to do? I thought.

His heavy footsteps filled my ears again and His workboots filled my vision as He stepped in front of me.

Without any warning my Master grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked it up so there was a gap between my neck and the fabric. I heard a tearing sound and realized He was cutting my shirt off with the knife.

“Hey!” I said. Now this is going too far, I thought. “What the fuck do you think you are?”

The blow that hit the side of my face was more powerful than any I had received before. It sent me sprawling onto my side, and all my anger was replaced with fear. I must have let out a whimper because “Shut up, you miserable slave!” was the next thing I heard.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up, setting me back in the position. I quickly put my hands behind my back again.

“What am I?” He said. “I’m your Master, you little ass-eating cock-sucking piss-drinking dog, and you’re never going to forget that after tonight!”

He finished cutting my shirt to shreds and yanked it off me, then ordered me to lift my ass off the ground. I wanted to whine in fear but knew better than to make any noise. He slid the knife between my shorts and my ass and sliced through the cloth, cutting the shorts cleanly off and leaving me naked and shivering on the floor.

Then cold steel was on my wrists as He bound my hands together with those cuffs from the United Kingdom that won’t hurt you even if they’re on you for days. I smelled leather as He slapped a collar around my neck and padlocked it on, fastening it tighter than He ever had before. My vision went black as He blindfolded me and I tasted something firm and sour as He stuck a dildo gag in my mouth and tied it tight around my head.