Help me

The influence: “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails from the album The Downward Spiral. Released in March 1994 under the label Nothing and Interscope.

Play it loud.

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Jordan walks along the dark passage, fingers raking the flat black painted walls. He listens to the cries and grunts and obscenities of men begging to be fucked. He strolls down the passage wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. He wishes he had worn a black pair for the space seems to require it, but he wore a white pair, and they glow under the black lights hanging randomly overhead.

A tug on his half hard cock and he gives a second thought to the white briefs. Let them see his aroused state. Let them see how the pouch pushes out with his hardening cock. It’s a sex club after all. And he isn't there for the cocktails and conversation.

He had arrived in the city for a presentation and within the first minute knew the bastards had already chosen someone else and was just letting him dangle on the hook, put it out there, all his team’s hard work waiting for the right moment they could shoot him down. Fuckers.

Instead of a celebratory dinner, he had eaten in his hotel room, then gone to the little gay bar down the street. A true dive bar with a too dark interior and cheap drinks and patrons that left him alone. Or maybe it was the negative vibes he had been giving off.

Two guys had sat close to him, and he overheard them talking about the sex club. How it was just down the street in a warehouse district, the entrance off a dock, and it was open all the time, seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day.

Jordan considered it. A chance to fuck and be fucked. To exert himself to the point of exhaustion and go back home feeling less frustrated than he felt sitting at the bar. When the two guys left the bar, he followed them.

 

Now he turns a corner and sees two guys on a platform in a sixty-nine. They suck hungrily on the other, mouths going down all the way on cock, down until their noses push into tightening nut sacs. And Jordan watches while tugging on his own cock.

Someone comes up behind him, presses against his back and he feels the bare skin against his own, feels the hardening cock, free of any garment, pressing between his ass cheeks. A hand comes around his waist and rubs his chest. The other hand comes around and rubs his stomach. Hot exhales hit his neck. The cock pushes with greater urgency against his ass, rocking him on his feet. Suddenly fingers pinch down on his right nipple, squeeze then twist enough to send shivers down his spine. The other hand moves over his skin, downward, over his abdomen until slipping inside his boxer briefs. Fingers toy with his cock, stroke, and squeeze until he is rock hard. Then the hands are on his waist as his cock flexes against its confinement. The hands slide down slowly, capturing the waist band of the boxer briefs, pushing them down. They tug on his cock, bend it down painfully, an exquisite pain that makes him inhale deeply and reach back between them until his fingers circle around a thick cock. The guy’s hands continue to push down until his cock pops free smacking against his abdomen and his boxer briefs fall around his ankles. Naked, completely naked, he feels the warm air against his skin with greater sensitivity. He is aware or the room’s warmth, how it is too warm, and filled with the scent of men having sex.

He slides his hand along the man’s cock feeling its impossible length imagining it buried in his ass. Of it fucking him, roughly, deeply, just banging his insides until they both come. The man takes his cock, strokes it, rubs the head, then rubs the slit until he shivers and feels the finger rub wetly over the head.

The man pushes him to move forward, and he steps out of his boxer briefs and goes to the platform. A hand on his neck and he is bent forward until kissing and licking the cock of the guy on his back, sharing it with the other guy. Their tongues duel as they move up and down the cock’s length. Then he greedily captures it in his mouth and descends until it fills his mouth.

“That’s it; suck his cock. Suck it,” the other guy says.

Jordan does it, sucks on that cock as cock rubs his ass. He is barely aware of the cock raking across his ass cheeks, then rubbing up and down between them. But he is aware of that blunt headed cock pressing at his opening and his tightness resisting it. He pushes back as he sucks down on the cock. He wants to cry out but with cock pushing into his throat he can only moan and grunt and shudder with the penetration. He raises his head until off the cock and with gasping breath, cries out as he takes his fucker’s cock feeling hips press against his ass.

“Fuck me,” Jordan exclaims.

Hands tighten on his waist as cock plunges into his depths with a steady fuck. He gasps with the physicality of it, the shear violence of every thrust inward. With hips banging against his ass. He takes the cock that is still in his face and let’s their rough fuck work his mouth on it. A shove forward then a pull back grabbing a lungful of air before plunging back down on it. Over and over, he rocks with their fuck. His fucker pulls out of his ass, and he feels empty. A hand grabs him by the hair and tugs his head back until he cries out. The top on the platform grabs him by the chin and kisses him, pushing tongue into his mouth. A hand takes his cock, strokes it as he kisses the guy, then he is being manhandled, pulled up, and spun around. He sees his fucker for the first time. Tall, dark skinned, pushing him to lay back on the platform. He lays back and holds his legs up. The guys on the platform take each, spreading them wide apart. His fucker moves up and buries cock in his ass. One push, and he has every inch. He throws his head back and closes his eyes as the cock pummels his insides. Every thrust rocks him, sinks into his depths until hips bang up against his ass. His fucker takes his legs and pushes them down until his thighs are tight to his chest. And the fucking doesn’t slow. Just keeps going and he feels someone take his cock, toy with the head until he wants to plead with them to stop, then a warm wet mouth sinks down on it. 

He comes. Forcefully, every ejaculation pumping cum into the suctioning mouth. He feels how his release affects him. How his muscles tighten, and he shudders and jerks. He feels his ass spasm with every ejaculation as thick cock pumps through it.

His fucker shoves into his depths and keeps jamming hips against his ass.

“Take me…take me,” his fucker utters.

 

He is left alone. His cock hangs half hard and dripping and he still feels horny. He can hear men having sex. The grunts and moans. The smack of an ass or something more severe making someone cry out. He stands naked with cum trickling down his thigh looking for his boxer briefs. They’re gone, nothing but dark dirty floor from wall to wall.

He chuckles at the idea someone took them. Probably has them held under someone’s nose or pushed in some slave’s mouth. It humors him to think of it. He heads to the narrow passage, cock swinging freely, looking for his next fuck. Something to scratch that itch.

 

A full-blown orgy. More men than Jordan can count. Some on knees sucking cock. Some on hands and knees taking cock at both ends, or like the hot Latino on his back, legs held up, letting a guy fuck his ass, moaning and crying out, half in English and half in Spanish but all of it a reflection of his pure lust and desire. Along the wall, three guys stand naked, stroking each other’s cock as they watch. And in the middle of it all, a big muscular bastard swinging in a sling begging the guy fucking him to fuck harder.

Jordan strokes his hardening cock while he watches. Looks at all the different body types, all the different cocks, and the hungry mouths and asses taking them. He slides his hand along his cock until it is rock hard. And thick. And drooling.

“You like?” someone asks from behind as a hand gropes Jordan’s left ass cheek.

“Yeah,” Jordan whispers, not moving away, not even bothering to turn around, just letting the man behind him feel his ass, then slip fingers between his cheeks and rub his wet hole.

“You’re primed,” the man utters in Jordan’s ear, mouth so close he feels an exhale.

“You want to fuck me?”

A hand on his neck pushes him into the room then pushes him to go to his knees. He turns, getting slapped in the face by a hard cock. He smiles, then rubs it over his face, across his lips, then slips it into his mouth. The man groans and holds his head between two hands that seem twice as big as his own. A push, then a tug, the man works cock into his mouth and throat. A slow steady rhythm, at times gagging him, until drool runs down his chin.

Someone slides up against his back, hard cock pressing against his ass and a hand reaching around and taking his own. Jordan moans around the cock in his mouth as the one against his ass pumps up along the crack of his ass. Up and down, up and down, that cock slides over his ass until the tease is too much. He pushes back and the guy moves back, takes him by the waist and guides him further back until bent over. He holds on to the big man’s thighs and keeps the cock in his mouth as the guy behind him moves up between his legs, pushes cock against his hole, then penetrates him. All the way, every fucking inch until hips press against his ass. He grunts then moans whorishly. A hand takes his cock, strokes it as cock fucks his ass. Another hand slides up his stomach, over his chest until rubbing the right nipple. Fingers pinch down on it, then twist, painfully, making him shudder and moan around the cock in his mouth.

Eyes closed, Jordan just senses cock. Cock fucking his mouth. Cock fucking his ass. His own cock stroked by an anonymous hand. It’s all he can think about. Cock. Cock everywhere.

The cock in his mouth swells thick and it pushes to the back of throat, flexes, then pumps cum down it. He swallows as the big man shudders and jerks and tells him to take all of it. The fucker didn’t need to tell him, as he swallows every fucking drop.

Cock pulles from his mouth leaving him gasping, and his own is released as the hands take his waist, firmly, fingers digging into his sides, and his anonymous fuck speeds up, hammers his ass until the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoes in the room, mixing with the sounds of others getting fucked, of obscene utterances, and the pleading for someone not to stop.

Jordan drops to his hands, and rocks with their fuck until hips bang against his ass in rapid succession, roughly, noisily, until cock is shoved into his depths and the body against his ass shudders with release. Then he is left alone long enough to feel cum trickle down one thigh and his breathing is almost normal. His own cock is half hard and he is horny for more sex, and he looks around the dark room at the orgy still in full swing. He climbs to his feet and moves to the sling. A big muscular man holds the sling’s occupant by the thighs and swings him back and forth on his cock. The thick shaft comes into view then disappears in the ass, over and over, and Jordan comes close and admires the way the bottom takes such a thick cock. How it looks twice as thick as the bottom’s cock, one not bad in any way. In fact, Jordan wants a taste of it, and leans over and lets the big muscular top continue to swing the bottom, pumping the cock in his mouth.

The bottom moans, begs to be fucked, and after a far too short time, shudders and jerks in the sling, then fills Jordan’s mouth with cum. Jordan takes it, every ejaculation, then stands and watches the top come in the bottom’s ass.

The two guys leave, and Jordan finds himself staring the empty sling as it swings slowly before him. He’s never been in one but can see what a fucking thrill it can be. The way a man is spread out, positioned perfectly for fucking.

A hand takes Jordan by the neck and pushes him gently forward toward the sling.

“Why don’t you get in and let’s have us some fun.”

Jordan turns to see a dark-skinned man, tall and lean, completely naked. A long thin cock hangs over its sac and he reaches out fondling it, letting it slide through his hand until it starts to harden.

“You want to fuck my ass?” says Jordan with a teasing tone.

Laying back, Jordan holds up his arms allowing each wrist get bound to the chains, then he holds his legs up allowing each ankle to be secured. He is bound in the sling, spread for fucking. His cock lays heavily over his abdomen drooling with his arousal. The man moves up between his legs and he sees the contrast of skin tones, dark between white, then he feels the man’s cock rake along his ass. He moans, then shivers when that cock penetrates his ass and pushes inward, inch after impossible inch until hips push against his ass.

“You got all of me,” the man utters.

Jordan feels it, how the man slow fucks him at first, tugging outward then pushing in, all the way, at times pulling out then punching back through his loosened opening. He feels the penetration, how it seems to be right at the center of his torso, the sense the cock bores inside him far deeper than possible, even for the man’s long thin cock. Then the man increases the pace of his fuck. Faster and faster, until it is a noisy physical fuck. Rough and masculine. Jordan’s moans reverberate from his throat, until a cock is rubbing across his lips, and he opens his eyes to see a jock looking bastard with a thick cock. He opens wide and takes it, lets the bastard push into his mouth until nearly choking him as cock pummels his insides.

“Fuck Bill, feed him that cock,” someone says and Jordan cuts his eyes to the guy next to his jock bastard and sees another guy stroking cock. Similar big bulky build, only covered in tattoos along each arm and over the chest. He considers the guy’s cock, how it looks seven or eight inches long with a nice thickness. How he would like to take it too. Looking up, he sees Bill, the jock bastard, with eyes glazed over and hips working back and forth, pumping that thick cock into his mouth until his jaw feels like it will come unhinged.

“Oh FUCK,” the dark-skinned guy exclaims, and Jordan knows he is taking another load. The guy jams cock into his depths over and over until finally spent. He holds still for a minute, cock buried in Jordan’s ass, before finally pulling out and stepping away.

“Go on, Bill, put that fat thing in his ass. I bet he’d like it.”

Bill pulls back and Jordan looks up at him.

“Yeah Bill, fuck me. Fuck me with that fat cock,” Jordan utters. He doesn’t have to ask again as he watches Bill move to his ass. Then he feels it. The stretch of his opening, the pleasure/pain of it and he throws his head back, shuddering and moaning with the penetration. Someone touches his face, and he opens his eyes to see Bill’s friend wiping a wet cock across his mouth, nose, and cheeks. He opens his mouth and almost goes “aaagh” before cock fills it.  

Cock pushes into the depths of his ass.

Cock pushes into his mouth until in his throat.

And the fuck begins. Slow. Fast. Gentle. Rough.

Jordan rocks in the sling as cocks push inward simultaneously. Over and over.

Bill’s friend comes first. Pumping spurting cock into Jordan’s mouth until spent. Then Jordan comes, feeling it rain down on his chest and stomach as Bill fucks him. Then Bill comes, powerfully, forcibly, shoving inward hard, then banging hips against ass until he too is spent.

“Hey guys, release me,” says Jordan, and Bill and his friend undo the cuffs around each wrist and ankle, help him to his feet, then slip away into the darkness.

 

Jordan goes into the shower room to clean up. He feels his exertions, the tug and pull that the men had done to his body. One fuck after the next. After being in the sling, he got sucked off right in the middle of a corridor, forcing guys to move around them, at times hands touching his ass. Then there was the kid, a guy that looked too young to be in the sex club, who climbed into his lap in the video porn room and rode his cock until spraying his chest with cum while he pumped a load into his ass. He moves to a shower head and gets it running hot. He holds his head down and moves under it. Water cascades over his head, down his chest and stomach, and over his flaccid cock. It feels good, so fucking good, he sighs while smiling at the release he feels from the sex.

He turns, letting the water hit the back of his head and back. It’s soothing, the heat against his skin. He chuckles to himself, considering how animalistic humans truly were, this need for the physical when the emotional isn’t enough. To feel another with your hands, your mouth…your ass. Movement and he looks up to see a guy enter the shower. Younger than most of the men in the club. Mid-twenties, maybe, with a lean body, close cropped black hair, dark eyes, and a cock that hangs enticingly over its sac. Is it that big flaccid or is the guy still horny. He looks at the flat chest and stomach, the quarter size nipples with bars through each one. He looks at the smooth skin, the low hanging nuts, and the cock head slipping free of its loose skin.

He sees dark eyes looking at him.

“You’re cute,” the guy says crossing the narrow room until standing close. So damn close all Jordan has to do is just reach out and that cock would be in his hand, and soon enough it is. And the guy has his cock, manipulating it, rubbing the head, and stroking the shaft until he is hard again.

The guy moves past him, leaning forward with hands on the wall. A look over the right shoulder and Jordan knows the guy wants it. Wants it bad, like all of them do. He turns, kicks the punk’s legs apart and moves up close. He rubs his cock across the firm round ass, then pumps up along the crevice until he is rock hard.

“Fuck…don’t tease me. Put that cock in me,” the guy pleads.

Jordan smiles, pushes his cock down aligning with that hole he knows is already loosened up, and shoves forward. The guy cries out, puts his head against the wall, and takes it, every push inward until Jordan is banging hips against ass.

Jordan has gotten off too many times and it takes forever. He fucks and fucks and fucks until his muscles burn with his exertion and the guy begs him to cum. After what seems like forever and a day, he finally feels his building release and shoves into the guy’s ass all the way and jerks and shivers with release.

 

The plane lifts off, and the airport, then the city falls away. Jordan looks out the window at the city, how its grid of streets layout, how the buildings reach for the sky in the downtown, and somewhere down there, out on the west side among those warehouses, he thinks of the sex club and the previous night’s exertions. He smiles at the memory, then sits back wondering how to approach the next project to better their chances at success.