Debauchery In Atlanta

Here’s part 2 y’all. I hope you enjoy it! I’m expecting 1 more part out of Jason’s training. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think?

~Aiden

Thursday 7:55 am

Jason was nearly running across the parking lot into the training facility with a second cup of coffee already in his plans. He had seen two a.m. before he was able to close his eyes. Even after battling Atlanta traffic, his body buzzed with excitement.

With a styrofoam cup of the mud they called coffee in hand, bloodshot and bagged eyes, Jason joined the rest of the class by five minutes after eight. “Sorry I’m late.” he lowered his head, hiding his discomfort, “How do people do this commute every day?”

“We leave earlier.” The instructor scoffed, “Ya get used to it.”

Jason slumped into the blue tweed office chair next to Eddie, his lab partner for the course. Eddie was an older, gruff maintenance man for some company, somewhere Jason couldn’t remember. That was ok because Eddie would remind him soon enough, as he bitched about the course and PLC and how computers were taking all the jobs. 

“You look like shit kid!” Eddie tried to whisper. His gravely tone was definitely not an inside voice. “What did ya get into last night?”

Memories of two men from twelve hours earlier flooded Jason’s brain bringing a rosy pink heat to his face. “A burger and a couple beers.” He replied. “I couldn’t get to sleep.” It wasn’t a total fabrication, he did order a burger after all.

“Homesick?” Eddie’s expression softened more than Jason realized it could. “I understand, I was your age once.”

“Ah, yeah. Thanks!” Jason mumbled. “Yeah, homesick.”

“No.” Ted, the instructor leaned over Jason’s shoulder, pointing to the monitor in front of them and invading his space. “It’s a master/slave relationship. So on this rung, the master would be the encoder. It tells the PLC where the arm is. When it reaches the predetermined height, the PLC tells the motor to stop.” 

He tried to concentrate on the instruction instead of the instructor, or his cologne anyway. Ted was younger than most of the people in the course and he was brilliant. Jason had not really taken notice of him until now.

His cologne had a hint of spice that aroused Jason’s senses and made him nervous. Shit! “Oh. Gotcha. This block turns that bit on until this line is satisfied?” Fuck! That sounded so wrong! His vision narrowed and heat filled his face. 

“Exactly!” Ted confirmed. He stood tall and straight before Jason watched him saunter back to the front of the classroom. His broad shoulders swayed when he walked. 

“I’m glad yer gettin it kid!” Eddie broke his thoughts. “This shit’s all Greek to me!” 

“Yeah, uh I think I’m starting to understand.” Understand that I’ve been missing something in my life! Jason kept the last part to himself. 

Friday 7:30 pm

Why do they call it rush hour? No one is even fucking moving! His palms slammed the steering wheel as the light in front of him turned red again, for the third time since he found himself in a lazy stream of tail lights. “Come on already! Just drive!” 

According to the navigation app on his phone, he was only four miles from the club but he was beginning to doubt he’d ever get there. When the light turned green again, his sweaty palms gripped the wheel hoping to make this one. 

The parking lot looked so much smaller when it was filled with cars and trucks. He almost hit a couple guys walking across the pavement while he scanned the lot of an empty slot. But when he was finally inside of Woof, all the excitement, nervousness, and frustration he felt ten minutes earlier had combined to become the nemesis of fun. Anxiety. 

The quiet bar he had walked into a couple days ago was now alive! People everywhere, flashing lights and lasers lit the spaces with colors and a cacophony of sounds and music rumbled off of the walls. The old bartender had been traded in on two shirtless newer models, each probably barely legal to be slinging the drinks they were serving. 

Jason got his beer and ventured around the dance floor scanning for the hall that led him back to the pool room. Holy shit, Devin wasn’t wrong about Friday nights! He stopped to watch a big busty woman in a flashy sequent dress performing Madonna’s Like A Virgin. 

She was giving the performance all she had, dancing and very obviously just moving her mouth to the words. People closest to the stage cheered her on and she would dip down and let them push money into her over-stuffed cleavage. 

When he got to the hall, he passed two older guys leaning against one of the doors making out. Their hands explored each other’s bodies over their clothes and didn’t pay Jason any mind as he passed. 

Willing himself invisible, he breached the entrance to the pool room and quietly found his spot in the corner. Devin, Clyde, and five other people were hovering around the two tables and except for Devin’s little nod, no one seemed to notice him come in. 

Devin made the shot he took and set himself up for the next and missed. Probably intentional Jason thought because he leaned his cue against the wall and stalked over to where Jason sat. 

“See, told you you can’t like pussy and dick at the same time. You came, means you like dick!” He was just as cocky as Jason remembered from Wednesday night. 

Making eye contact, Devin leaned into Jason and stopped inches away from his face. He didn’t move. Jason looked away nervously and scanned the room, feeling conspicuous in a room where most people in it had their backs to him “Whatever man!” 

“You wanna have fun tonight cutie?” Devin’s eyes flashed something wild when he spoke. 

Fuck! “Y-yeah I think so.” The heat already filled the crotch of Jason’s pants, his dick was already trying to break free. 

Devin grazed his hand up the inside of Jason’s thigh and squeezed his already hard cock. “Fuck yeah you do!” He reached out for Jason’s hand and smiled. 

Reluctantly, after an awkward stillness in the room, Jason put his hand in Devin’s. He was led out of the pool room and down the hall, until Devin stopped, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked one of the doors. 

He swung the door open, reached in, and flipped a light on, and with a slight bow and a sweep of his arm, he invited Jason into an office, complete with a large dark wood desk, a wall of monitors displaying multiple views of the inside and outside of the club, and two large black filing cabinets.

He was then led right, through another door that opened into a kinkster’s version of heaven. Jason’s eyes were wide as he looked around and various implements hanging on the back wall, the mirrors on two walls, and a big wooden X on the wall that divided the office and this. His mind didn’t register the click of the locking door behind him.

“What the fuck is this place?” His words were slow and dragged out. He stepped in and touched some kind of exam table as he walked by. 

“My office and my playroom. A dungeon of sorts.” Devin responded almost brimming over with excitement. “This is my club. I am the face of Woof!” 

What the fuck have I got myself into? Panicky, Jason scanned around trying to settle his mind and devise an escape plan. His fight or flight response quickly became fight when he saw the closed door behind Devin.

“I gotta go. Let me out!” Jason snapped, a growl in his voice. 

“Calm down cutie.” Devin’s voice was low and smooth. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.” 

Jason walked straight into Devin, nostrils flared, chest to chest. He growled again, “Let me the fuck outta here!”

“Give me two minutes, then if you still want out, you’re free to go. Your tab’s on the house.” 

The two of them stood, nose to nose. Jason could smell the gin on Devin’s breath as he struggled for his own, adrenaline threatening to see to it that his heart exploded.

If it came to it, Jason wasn’t sure he could get through Devin, but he’d die trying! Devin was only slightly bigger than him, however, Jason hadn’t seen a fight since middle school. “Two minutes then you better get the fuck outta my way!”

Devin tried to explain that he was a Dom and liked to use some of his toys on willing and he emphasized willing partners. Trying to explain BDSM to a normie in under two minutes was a challenge so he changed course. 

“Look, I am big on consent and safety. Nothing happens in this room that isn’t enthusiastically wanted by both or all parties. PERIOD!” Devin relaxed a little when Jason softened and stepped back. It was only inches, but Devin would take it “What do you like Jason?” 

“I-I don’t know.” A rattle in his voice exposed his nerves in betrayal to the front he tried to show. “I don’t even know” he waved an arm towards the wall, “what any of this is.”

“Then the wall is irrelevant tonight.” Devin smiled trying to comfort the other man. “Why did you come tonight?”

“I-I ah, I don’t know.” Jason took a deep breath. “You said there was more fun to be had. I guess I was curious.” 

Devin closed the inches between them and took Jason’s mouth. The tip of his tongue lapped at Jason’s lips before he parted them, inviting Devin in with a soft breathy moan. His breathing shallowed while Devin’s tongue explored his mouth. 

“So, my two minutes are up.” Devin told him when he pulled back. Stepping to the side, “You can leave if you want.”

Jason’s eyes were crammed shut, his mouth still slightly open and he was unsure if he was still even breathing. The sensations that flooded through his body from Devin’s kiss still held him captive. The room was silent except for the low thudding bass coming from another part of the bar. 

Stay or go Jason, but for all that’s holy, do something, say something! Jason tried to force words, but it was useless at the moment. His brain was seized, locked tight and nothing was escaping. 

After seconds that felt like minutes, he had his first rational thought. “Do that again?” Jason whispered. He wasn’t even sure if Devin heard it until their lips met again. 

Devin’s hands wrapped around Jason’s head pulling them together. Their tongues lashed feverish against each other. Jason never liked gin until he tasted Devin’s kiss. With his hands still at his side, Jason melted into Devin. 

When they stopped again and Jason’s eyes opened, Devin was smiling Ike the Cheshire Cat. “What?” Jason asked.

“Nothing. So, you're staying?”

“Yeah! I’m staying.”

“Good.” 

They stayed motionless and quiet, looking at each other. In a dungeon, in the back of a gay bar, with a man and his tools, the moment felt surreal to Jason. He fought to take it all in. 

Devin made the first move, he lifted Jason’s shirt tail, dragging it and his fingertips up Jason’s side revealing his flat brown fur-covered stomach. “Mmm hairy!” 

Jason lifted his arms, allowing Devin to finish taking his shirt off and tossing it to the side. Devin pressed his mouth to Jason’s shoulder, kissing his way down Jason’s hairy chest before he took the pink point of Jason’s nipple into his mouth. 

Jason sucked in hard through clenched teeth when Devin mashed the tip between his teeth. “Mmm!” He moaned when the pressure was released and Devin’s tongue flicked the sensitive spot. 

Devin’s focus shifted to Jason’s pants. He skillfully removed them, giving Jason time to kick off his shoes and step out each pant leg. “Good boy.” Devin complimented the now naked man. 

He stepped back and looked at Jason as if he was inspecting some new piece of equipment and Jason shied back, instinctively coving his erection. 

“Oh no. I want to see that!” Devin gently moved Jason’s arms back to his side. 

He cupped Jason’s low-hanging heavy balls before sliding the tips of his fingers up Jason’s shaft. “So pretty.” He whined. 

Jason felt his face heat up again. Steph never called his dick pretty. He liked it. Maybe I should ask if she thinks it’s pretty. His body trembled under Devin’s hands. 

Devin coiled his fingers around the base of Jason’s shaft and stroked up and back down. “Tonight, it’s just me and you. Is that ok?” Devin asked. 

“Mmhmm” 

“No, I need you to say it.”

Jason breathed out. “Yes. That’s ok.” 

“Good boy!” Devin cooed. “You have to tell me what you don’t like. If you want me to stop or not do something, say it.” 

“I will.” Jason’s voice faltered again. 

Devin pointed to the exam table in the middle of the room. “Have a seat.” 

Jason sat and watched as Devin rifled through a drawer on the side. “Lay back.” 

With his legs hanging off the side, Jason laid his body down and arched up a little when his skin contacted the cold vinyl. 

Devin stood at Jason’s knees and poured a puddle of clear lube into the palm of his hand before he stroked it into the smooth skin of Jason’s cock. His hand moved slowly over and over, working the liquid in, watching Jason’s hooded eyes blinking rapidly. 

His hand stroked up Jason’s length, cupping his mushroom before sliding back down to his root. He repeated his slow and methodical massage, his other hand rolling Jason’s balls through his fingers. 

“Have you ever been fucked Jason?” 

His chest rose and fell, he didn’t have to think, he knew the answer. It just took him a little concentration to get the words out. “No.” 

“We’re going to change that tonight.”

“Please?” The whine in his voice was unfamiliar to Jason, raspy, needy. In reality, that was what he was hoping for all day. 

“Such good manners.” Devin crooned. 

Jason felt a slick finger trace down the skin under his balls until it landed on his opening. His back arched when Devin applied a little pressure and formed circles over the picket. His body was ripe with want. 

The hurt took over when the tip of Devin’s finger pushed through the muscle and stretched his virgin hole around it. “Oh fuck!” Jason cried. 

Devin stopped at his first knuckle. “Are you ok?”

“Mmhmm. Ok.” 

Devin continued to slide his hand along Jason’s length, keeping him in the moment. The warmth of it radiated into his palm. He squeezed a little more as he moved, pushing little beads of precum out of the slit. 

Jason squirmed a little when Devin moved his finger outward a little and back in, this time with a little less resistance and he pushed deeper. The sounds emanating from Jason’s chest were delicious to him. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Jason cried. His body tensed up. 

“Not yet baby boy.” Devin pulled his hand away, leaving his finger motionless inside Jason. 

He gave Jason a minute or so to step back for the edge of his early orgasm before he started working his finger back into Jason’s core. When he thought Jason was back, he began edging him again.

Jason hissed when a second finger opened his hole more. The pain was there, but the pleasure shadowed it. “Oh shit!” He cried when Devin skillfully drug his fingertips over his prostate. 

It felt intense like his body was going to explode. The instant urge to cum filled him again. “Stop, stop… I’m almost there again. 

He’s a natural! Devin thought to himself. “Good boy! Thank you for telling me.” Jason just shook his head in acknowledgment. 

Devin had successfully worked three fingers into Jason, opening him up and readying him, and had denied five orgasms, each building quicker than the last. Jason was writhing on the table, whimpering and moaning, his eyes puffy and watering. He was a beautiful mess, begging to cum, begging to be fucked. 

Devin pulled his fingers out and walked back to the side of the table. He looked Jason over, the whimpering boy pleading for relief. “Damn you’re so fucking pretty. Your pouty lips begging me to fuck you.” 

“Please? Please fuck me Devin?” Jason sobbed. “I need to feel you!” 

“You’ve definitely earned it. Has anyone ever told you your suck a natural sub?” Devin smiled, pride washed over his face when he saw the dirty need written all over Jason. 

“N-no” Jason trembled, his chest and neck were red with the fire of frustration. 

Devin slowly stripped his clothes off letting Jason watch, letting his activation build even more. He worked the lubricant over his own cock, stroking it next to Jason’s face. 

Jason growled at the sight, from the desire that had built in him over the last hour, hell the last two days. “God please! I can’t take it! Fuck me? Please?” His pupils were blown wide, his red face was wet with sweat and tears. 

“Ok. You’ve been such a good boy.” Devin told him as he moved back to the edge of the table. 

He unfolded two pieces, one from each side of the table, raising Jason’s legs and setting each in the stirrups. Jason was wide open, accessible, and vulnerable. His eyes begged silently for what was coming. 

Devin fisted his cock and pointed the mushroom head into the center of Jason’s canal and slowly pressed it, owning Jason’s virginity. 

Jason cussed and gritted his teeth. The feel of it, of Devin’s cock sliding into him, filling him drove him over the top. His back arched off the table when Devin dragged his cock over the sensitive lump just inside him. He groaned and howled when Devin slid back out and slammed deep into his middle. 

There was no attempt to stop when he cried out that he had fallen over the edge, past his precipice. “I’m gonna…mmmph!” 

Devin slammed in, pulled out, and slammed in again. The haste in his movements drove Jason off the cliff and he erupted. He cried, he grunted, and he shot cum up his chest. His cock throbbed with each squirt of release in time with the clenching of his sphincter around Devin’s cock. 

Jason made noises that were alien to him as his world washed white with a pleasure he had never before known. His body went limp and pliable as Devin continued to fuck into him. Jason felt like he was floating above himself and Devin, watching his body be impaled over and over again. He felt amazing. 

Devin growled out, an animal about to be released when he found his own orgasm. He pumped his seed deep into Jason, filling him with its warmth. He ruined this boy, and he enjoyed every minute of it. 

When Devin pulled, Jason whimpered at the cold emptiness he felt. There was no drive, no energy left to beg to be filled again. But his mind wanted there to be. 

He felt a new warmth, the warmth of a soft fuzzy blanket being laid over him. It brought a renewed sense of security and comfort that he let absorb into him. 

Devin looked down at Jason, his eyes glazed over with a blank stare and dilated. His mouth curved into a small satiated smile. Devin was pleased with the sight of Jason’s euphoria. 

“Are you ok?”

Jason nodded, his words lost. “Mmhmm” 

“Good. I’m going to get something, I’ll be right back. You sure you’re ok.”

He got another nod and “mmhmm” from Jason before he turn and stepped away. When Devin returned he had a tray with a glass of orange juice and a couple chocolate chip cookies. 

“For when you feel like eating or if you’re thirsty.” He told Jason. “This will help you come back down from those clouds you’re in.” 

Devin stood by Jason, rubbing and petting him until Jason found his grounding and sat up for a cookie. 

Saturday 10 am

Jason slept late the next morning, he was supposed to be on the road headed back home by eight. He and Steph were meeting for lunch. His body ached in the cab of his truck, but it paled to the discomfort he felt in the seat. 

Of course, she was pissed off that he slept in and had a few choice words for him, but none of it was able to wash the smile off of his face. 

It’s just one night. He thought. I’ll be back in Atlanta tomorrow evening.