Debauchery In Atlanta

Sunday 4 pm

One down, three to go! Noting the time as Jason crossed the state line into Georgia.  

Wednesday 4:30 pm

Ted, the instructor’s words circled in his mind. “Review day tomorrow, then we’ll test Friday morning and y’all are free to leave once your test is completed.” 

Planning one last trip to Woof tonight, Jason hoped that Devin would be there. It seemed likely to him since it was a week ago tonight that he first met the owner of the club and, he did own the place after all. He kicked himself for not exchanging contact information with the man. Oh well, it is what it is! 

Wednesday 6 pm

The old guy was back behind the bar when Jason walked into the deserted nightclub. He looked around the lifeless space noting the tinny sound of the music running through old speakers that hung in the corners of the smallish bar space. After Friday night’s party, the lack of people gave the bar a melancholy vibe.

Jason shook the difference off when the bartender recognized him and offered a wave. “You’re back?” The older pierced man observed. 

“Yeah, only a couple more days in town so I figured I’d come grab dinner one more time.”

The bartender gave him a knowing look, and his eyes narrowed. Jason realized immediately why the guy remembered him and blushed. 

“What can I getcha cutie?” 

Jason ordered his dinner, chicken strips, fries, and of course, a Budweiser. “Is it always like this on Wednesday nights?” 

“Pretty much.” The man groaned. “On Tuesdays, we have gay pool league, and on weekends we have a house DJ and occasional drag shows.” Jason nodded, following along and remembering the busty lip-syncing woman from Friday night. “There’s talk of kinky karaoke coming on Wednesdays. That should bring people in.”

“Kinky karaoke?” Jason smiled at the pictures in his head of shirtless guys belting out the poorly sung renditions of Don’t Stop Believing and It’s Raining Men. 

“Yeah, I’m not exactly sure either, but I’m sure it’ll be a hoot!” 

“Who’s dick do I gotta suck to get a drink around here?” The bartender, Desmond as Jason learned through some comfortable small talk, was pulled away by a young thin guy that neither saw come in. 

“That’d be me.” Desmond responded rolling his eyes at the younger man. 

While Jason was eating the food that the cook had delivered, Desmond came over to him. “The boss sent me a text, he wants you to come to his office when you’re finished.” His sly smile communicated his dirty thoughts. 

Having just taken a bite, he gave a thumbs up and scanned the room for cameras. Jason knew they were there, he remembered the wall of monitors in Devin’s office, however, they were hidden pretty well. 

With a fresh beer in hand, Jason wended his way through the empty rooms and down the hall to the door he was ushered through Friday night. He rapped the back of his knuckles against the heavy wood and waited with trepidation.

“It’s unlocked.” Devin’s muffled voice called out from inside the office.

Jason opened the door and passed through into the office space to find Devin sitting naked at his desk, papers scattered haphazardly across the surface. Caught by surprise, Jason quickly looked away.

“I’m so glad you came back! How are you?” Devin seemed genuine in his curiosity.

“I’m good. I uh, I wanted to come back one more time before I head home in a couple days.” Jason scanned the room, finding the monitor that showed the bar where he sat and ate his dinner. 

He shook off the chills that ran through him when he found it. Something about being watched, unknowingly while he ate made him feel a little creeped out. 

“Good. I’m happy you did.” Devin told him again. “So, I was hoping to talk to you about what happened last week. Maybe get your thoughts about it, if you had any?” 

Embarrassed heat filled Jason’s face and he tried to steady the little tremble he felt. “It was good.” He gazed down at the floor. “Pretty intense.”

“You’re here, so I assume good intense?” Devin asked as he pushed back from the desk and stood in all his fleshy glory. 

He closed the distance between the two of them confidently and put his hand on the nape of Jason’s neck. He leaned in so close that Jason could feel the warmth of Devin’s breath on his face. 

Jason’s heart rate increased from fast to holy shit in seconds with the anticipation of what Devin could do next. His tongue grazed across his dry lips involuntarily, before he started biting his bottom lip. 

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.” Devin told him just before their lips touched. 

Jason didn’t hesitate to kiss Devin back, opening his mouth to accept Devin’s advance. Their tongues twisted and tangled in Jason’s mouth for a hastily choreographed dance of lust. He quickly melted into Devin, unballing his hands to explore Devin’s warm skin.

Devin stopped kissing Jason, leaving his mouth slightly gaped. With a little pressure on the back of his neck, Devin guided Jason to his knees. Jason’s mouth watered, staring straight at Devin’s cock head. 

His eyes closed and he sighed when Devin took himself into his grip and rubbed the soft skin of his mushroom across Jason’s cheek to his mouth. As natural as a reflex, Jason opened his mouth and pushed his tongue over his bottom lip, hungry for Devin’s cock.

The weight of it when Devin slid his cock into Jason’s mouth and let it rest on his tongue put Jason into a hushed frenzy, he whimpered almost inaudible sounds. The heady musk of manliness that overtook Jason’s tastebuds made his head spin. 

Without a thought or command, Jason closed his lips around the part of Devin’s cock that lay still in his tongue and sucked it into the back of his throat and sucked hungrily.

“Good boy!” Devin crooned. “Show Daddy how much you want his cock!”

Jason sucked harder and deeper, his cheeks hollowed while he slid up and down Devin’s length. His mind was blank except for the need to worship Devin’s manhood. 

“Fuck baby boy! You do that so good.” Devin moaned over the slurping sounds coming from below him. 

Jason took his mouth off of Devin’s cock and slid down its side like he was playing the harmonica until he reached its root. His tongue flicked across the smooth shaved skin of Devin’s sack, sucking one ball in and rolling his tongue over it. 

Devin grabbed his slick wet cock and stroked it slowly while Jason nuzzled his balls in between licking and sucking them, letting his mouth pop each time he pulled off. Jason’s sensory overload from the intoxicating aroma of Devin made his head spin. 

“Come.” Devin commanded, taking Jason by the hand. He pulled the man up off his knees, swiped his desk clear of most of the papers that covered it, and laid Jason across the cold surface making Jason arch up from the difference in temperature. 

Devin fisted Jason’s cock and squeezed firmly as he stroked up and back down. Each time his hand moved up Jason’s length a new droplet of precum pushed out of his slit until it formed a small river running down Jason’s tip into Devin’s hand. 

Jason tried his best not to move, remembering his instructions from the last time they were together. The urge to fuck up into Devin’s hand was strong, but he fought hard against his want, hoping for more praise from this man he found himself with again. 

“Don’t move.” Devin ordered him. 

Jason watched Devin walk into the other room. His eyes panned around the room catching a frightening image. A naked man on a desk filled the bottom left monitor in black and white. Feeling panic streak through him, he looked around, feverishly trying to find the camera that was focused on him. 

Devin returned before he was able to find it and gripped his cock with a warm slick hand, drawing his attention back into the moment. His panic waned in the face of the pleasure from Devin’s one slick hand jacking him off and the other, sliding teasingly over his point of entry.

Jason let out a soft gasp when he felt Devin’s first finger push into him. The actions of both of Devin’s hands drew him into euphoria. In the fog and haze, he wondered how he’d be able to go back to his normal life after Devin. He decided that now was not the time.

Devin pressed his fingertip to Jason’s prostate and dragged little circles over the swollen gland causing him to buck and arch up again. “Mmmm” he cried at the pressure.

“Be still!” Devin commanded while continued moving his finger across the sensitive mound. 

As much as he tried, as much as he wanted more praise, Jason struggled to contain the writhing of his body. Whatever Devin was doing inside him sent his body into waves of uncontrollable convulsions. His hand slid along Jason’s length in slow methodical movements.

Jason babbled unrecognizable noises in the flurry of Devin. The only thing he could feel was pressure in the core of his body, terrible and wonderful pressure simultaneously. Before he could associate that pressure with orgasm, his vision darkened and he felt hot streams of cum landing across his midsection. 

Jason’s body burned hot with sensations he’d never felt before, his head spun dizzily with pleasure. There was little relief to the pressure he felt against the roof of his channel, just puddles cooling to his skin. 

Devin didn’t stop, he pressed and rubbed, the spot getting more tender as he did. Jason squirmed and pushed himself into Devin’s finger, his mind crying “more, more” his mouth continued to make unintelligible noises, and tears streaming from his swollen eyes. 

Just when he thought he couldn’t take Devin’s assault any longer, Jason felt another eruption, his world darkened again and hot creamy liquid oozed and puddled in the cavern of his belly button. 

Somewhere in the distance, Jason heard a perpetual knock, it was echoey and faint. The pressure was gone, he felt cold and empty. There was talking, a familiar second voice that he couldn’t place. Then Devin, close and warm whispered, “Clyde is here Jason. Is that ok?” 

God yes! Jason’s head shook, affirming it was, but the words only floated in his mind. 

“Words baby, I need words.” Devin’s whisper in his ear threatened to bring him back to earth.

Jason forced a hissing “essss”

The pressure was back, different, filling him, leaving him empty and filling him again as Devin fucked two fingers into him. The weight of Clyde’s cock rested on his gaped mouth before he felt the shaft sliding across his lips.

Trying to concentrate, Jason pushed his tongue out and let it feel the back-and-forth motion while Clyde moved. There was a new aroma of masculinity that swirled around. Jason’s mind spun.

He turned his head to the side, offering his opened mouth in service to Clyde. And in turn, the third man accepted the offer and pushed in through Jason’s parted lips. He rocked his hips back and forth face fucking Jason. 

Thoughtless, Jason gave in to just being; being there, being used, being lost in the moment. He felt alien to himself, his body loose and pliable, wrecked with satiating pleasure. 

Devin withdrew his fingers, disrobed himself, and slid a palm full of lube across his thick hot shaft before stepping back in between Jason’s opened legs. He pushed the blunt tip of his cock against Jason’s pucker and slid himself deep into Jason’s center. 

Jason felt Devin’s thickness stretch his opening, he felt the smooth slick motion of Devin’s cock sawing into him, the impact of their bodies. He felt everything, Clyde’s cock fucking into his mouth. All of it was so overstimulating that he went quiet, lost in the blur.

Devin pumped into him fast and hard, quickly bringing himself to the precipice of his orgasm. He groaned out, deep and gravelly when he exploded inside Jason. He fucked deep into him, pushing his seed into Jason’s bowels before he pulled out. 

“Your turn!” His voice was thick against his labored breathing. 

Clyde didn’t say anything, he pulled out of Jason’s mouth and positioned himself at Jason’s cavern. His smaller cock drilled easily into Jason’s destroyed ass. 

Devin kissed along Jason’s cum covered torso, tasting the seed he had milked out of the man’s prostate. Jason yelped high and loud when Devin caught a nipple between his teeth and bit down, holding the intense pressure against the point. 

He kissed back down Jason’s chest lapping up more cum while the body below him shook in time to Clyde pistoning into him. Jason moaned a raspy sound. 

Clyde’s movements became erratic, he grunted “I’m gonna fill you up boy.” and let himself go inside Jason’s hole. Throb after throb, he emptied himself in the other man. 

When he finished, he stepped back, knelt, and watched Jason’s gaped ass flex and loosen as his cum, mixed with what remained of Devin’s slowly pushed out and ran down the crack of Jason’s ass. 

“Holy fuck!” Clyde breathed. “I got here just in time!”

“Ya did.” Devin was walking to the dungeon’s closet to get towels. 

He returned and handed Clyde a towel before he started cleaning Jason. After finishing with Jason, he gave himself a hasty wipe-down before he carried Jason’s limp body to the black leather couch on the other side of the office. He covered Jason with a throw that hung off the back and pet the top of his head. 

“Hey,” his voice was soft, “how do you feel?”

Jason almost sang “So good.” He had a faint smile that showed more in his lidded eyes than his mouth. “Sleepy.”

Clyde padded over to them and knelt next to Devin, rubbing Jason’s chest and stomach. “You were so good Jason. “You felt amazing.” 

“I feel amazing.” Jason purred. 

Jason’s eyes drifted closed and before long, his breathing leveled out as he fell asleep. Both men continued petting him until they were sure he was out. 

Thursday 5:43 am

Where am I? Jason woke in a panic. The room was dark and unfamiliar and he was naked. It took him several seconds to recognize Devin’s office. In the dim glow of the monitors on the wall, he could make out the form of a man, Devin he assumed, sleeping with his head down on the desk. 

When he sat up, he felt the burn and ache in his bottom. Devin stirred and raised his head before he clicked a desk light on. “Good morning sleepy head.” 

“Hey.” 

“Did you sleep good?” 

Through a stretched yawn, “Mmmyeah.” Jason rubbed his knuckles into his eyes, wiping the sleep out of them. “You could have woke me. You didn’t have to sleep here.”

“It’s no big deal, you looked so peaceful.”

Thursday 9 am

Rushing to the hotel, a quick shower and now his third cup of coffee proved to be ineffective in waking Jason up. He sat in class, groggy and distracted as Ted reviewed everything they had learned over the two weeks. One more day. Jason thought.

Thank y’all for reading Debauchery in Atlanta. I hope you’ve enjoyed Jason’s little adventure. Please vote and let me know what you think! 
~Aiden