Pete's Story

Marvin found The Blue Angel easily. As soon as he went through the front doors he felt the old familiar excitement of butterflies in his tummy as he felt rather than heard the heavy beat of the dance base. The smell of sweat and dry ice. The sound of hundreds of people, most of them men. He could taste the testosterone in the air. The doormen pulled themselves up to their full height, pushed out their chests and pumped muscles. He didn’t need to try. Taller and more defined than any of them, he had nothing to prove. ‘Evening guys. Busy one for you tonight?’

The biggest of the four heavy weights answered. ‘Not too bad. You looking to come in mate?’

Marvin gave him an embarrassed smile, ‘Yes, said I’d meet a bit of arse here. Shoved his tongue down my throat earlier outside some bar. So I thought why not? Tall fit looking guy, bleached blond hair, blue streak through it, told me his name was Chris. Know him at all?’

‘Yes we know him. He owns the place. I’ll give him a call.’

Marvin was slightly thrown off balance, but only for a moment. He was used to being hit on by men and women. He was surprised though that someone he had thought so young should own a club in the middle of Soho. Still, it was none of his business. He was here for a fuck, if his luck played out.

‘So, you came. I’m so glad you decided to. Welcome.’ The man who held his hand out in greeting was very different to the one who had accosted Marvin earlier. The Chris that he remembered had been drunk, dressed to pull in skin tight hipsters and a crop top, nothing left to the imagination. The Chris he was now shaking the hand of was elegantly dressed in designer jeans, still tight and worn to show the firm ass and full packet to maximum effect, with a thin, tailored cotton shirt that emphasise his slim waist and broader shoulders. To Marvin’s experienced eyes he looked to have the body of a swimmer, and he carried it well. His face was handsome, the eyes brown, to match the full head of hair, carefully cut and groomed. The tan looked genuine.

‘Well I thought it would be rude to ignore such an interesting invitation. Long time since I’ve been grabbed like that in the street.’ Laughing he took off his coat. ‘You have a cloakroom?’

‘Of course. This way.’ Marvin checked in his coat, and decided to lose his shirt at the same time, knowing the club would be too warm for that and the tight white vest he always wore. As he turned round to Chris he was pleased to see the lustful look in not just his but also the eyes of the doormen. Yes, he thought, I’ll get laid tonight. ‘Right then, where does an ex-squaddie get a drink around here?’

Chris walked him to the nearest bar where he got him a bottle of Bud, then showed him round the club. It was on three levels. The ground floor held the main, and biggest dance floor, along with the café and large toilets. It was packed. It played popular dance and pop. Most of the kids were obviously off their heads, and as he was led through the mass of hot, pulsating bodies, he found himself being pinched, fondled and groped by anonymous hands, with the occasional mouth trying to lock itself onto his. He calmly and politely moved through the throng, with Chris holding tightly onto the waistband of Marvin’s jeans, his fingers slipping down to brush along the root of his cock.

Once across the heaving dance floor, Marvin stopped Chris and pulled him into his body. Placing one hand on the small of his back and the other on the bulge at his crotch, he leaned in and kissed the slightly surprised man, forcing his tongue into his mouth and biting and suck on his lips, as he squeezed and rubbed the quickly growing packet in his hand. ‘Fuck I needed to do that,’ Marvin smiled.

Chris smiled back, ‘you can keep those coming all night soldier boy.’ His response made Marvin laugh all the louder. ‘Come on,’ said Chris, ‘let me show you the rest of the place.’ He led him, via a sweeping ornate staircase to the first floor where there was a smaller dance floor with a raised stage area at one end, and a long bar at the other. About half the area was taken up with tables and chairs. One wall was completely glass. ‘In the warmer weather, we open this room up onto the terrace,’ Chris explained. It’s our cabaret bar. It’s becoming very popular. Only opens on Saturday at the moment.’

Marvin, was admiring the workmanship and general layout and setup with his professional eye. He got involved with a lot of places like this thanks to one of Toby’s investments, so he knew good from bad, and this was good. ‘How do you get people up here who don’t want to fight through the club?’

‘We have a separate entrance over there, by the bar.’ Chris pointed. ‘It’s not as swish as the main one but it’s clean and functional. We’ve made it as nice as we can.’

‘And how do you stop off their tits kids from coming up and fucking up the acts?’

Chris was impressed. His big, butch squaddie wasn’t just divinely sexy he was also intelligent. ‘You know about these things don’t you Marvin? I think I’m going to enjoy getting to know you, mind as well as body.’ By now he was standing next to the muscular stud. He took hold of the waistband of Marvin’s jeans again, directly above the fly. His long, elegant fingers slid between fabric and skin, hooked under the elastic of his briefs, pushed through the soft pubes and split, two fingers each side of the growing tumescence they found there. Marvin closed his eyes and let out a guttural groan.

‘I ought to warn you Chris, I haven’t fucked anyone for over a week, and I’ve got blue balls fit to blow, and a hair trigger dick right now. A wicked grin and dirty laugh was all the reply he got. Chris tugged his jeans and walked to the corner stairway, keeping a firm hold of his prey. Marvin meekly followed. Once through the doors and on the landing at the top of the currently unused stairs, Chris turned, pushed Marvin against the wall, crouched down in front of him, swiftly unbutton his jeans, pulled both them and his straining pants down, and released his leaking fuck stick, which sprang up, hitting Chris’s cheek, leaving behind a smear of cum. Chris wiped the cum off with his finger and looking up at Marvin, seductively brought the sticky digit to his mouth. He ran it across Marvin’s bottom lip, smearing his own juice on him. Marvin shuddered, took hold of the upraised arm and sucked the cum covered finger into his mouth, his eyes at all times locked onto the supplicants before him. With his free hand, Chris took firm hold of the raging cock. It was leaking like a dripping tap. He brought his wide open mouth forward and took in the end of the tight, shiny helmet. Marvin watched, anticipation making his every nerve taught. Gently, Chris raised his tongue and licked the underside of the domed head, catching the waiting cum. The touch was like a jolt of electric for Marcus, but before he could react, the hot moist mouth suddenly closed over the purple head and sank down his shaft in one steady, smooth action until Chris’s nose was touching his pubes and his cock head was sliding down a warm, flexing throat. Marvin shouted out in ecstasy, both hands grabbing the back of the head he was deep inside and holding it tight. His roar was heard by the doormen in reception who smiled at each other knowingly, shaking their heads.

Chris started to deep throat Marvin’s cock fast and hard. He wanted his cum in his mouth, and he wanted him ready to go again soon, so his plan was to drink his juice now and have him ready for the next round within the next half an hour, if not sooner. He reached up and took Marvin’s balls in his other hand, pulling and stretching them down. Marvin groan loudly again, felt his bell end start to tingle. ‘I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck. Get ready. I’m gonna CUUUMMMMMMMM……….’ Thick strings of semen erupted from the eye of his dick, the first two heavy strands went straight down Chris’s throat, the rest he managed to catch in his mouth, he swallowed some, held the rest which he shared with Marvin as he stood and mashed his lips against the muscle gods, forcing him to take his share of his own seed. Marvin sucked it out of Chris’s mouth, searching the interior for every last drop. His dick stayed hard and eager, ready to go again. ‘Fuck I needed that. Thanks.’

‘Any time. We have all night soldier boy.’ A softer kiss, then, ‘fancy a coffee? My office is just over here.’ Over coffee Marvin learned that Chris was only part owner of the club. His father was very wealthy, and although he didn’t spoil his only son, he took pride in being able to help him if he was presented with a viable business proposition. Father and son ran three businesses together, the first one having been started after Chris left school at sixteen and started his own car wash and valeting service. It was now one of the most exclusive in London, Marvin knew it was good, as occasionally he had taken the Rolls there. The club was their biggest enterprise to date and Chris was, for the first time, the senior partner. Marvin was impressed by his focus and determination. From his perspective, Chris was fascinated by the little he could get Marvin to reveal of his life. Several years in the army, assigned to a special unit headed up by the man he now worked for had obviously had a big impact on him and on how he viewed others. He found himself talking to a gentle, sensitive man, very certain of who he was. He was a sensual animal and everything about him screamed manliness. Chris admitted to him that he had been a little scared of what his reaction might be when he impulsively kissed him in the street earlier. ‘Well I was a bit shocked, but as soon as I felt that tight ass I relaxed and went with it,’ laughed Marvin.

‘I must admit, I was relieved when you opened up and let my tongue in. Part of me thought you’d punch my lights out.’

‘No, I only hit people as a last solution. It doesn’t solve anything. I’d rather talk.’ He held up his empty coffee mug. ‘You ready to show me the rest of your empire then?’

‘Yes, come on. Let’s go see the naughty bit.’ Chris led Marvin down the main stair case. Across a corner of the main dance floor and through a door flanked by two more bulky doormen. A neon sign above flashed “Men Only”. Another wide staircase led to a much darker, quieter more tension filled room. Lighting was subdued and the music was heavy, “dirty base” as Pete would have called it. From experience, Marvin knew that if he had taken any clubbing drugs he would find this room irresistible. The walls were divided into darkened alcoves, some with benches, some with waist high tables securely fixed to the floor. He noticed some partitions had glory holes cut in them, and that guys were happily using them, oblivious to their surroundings. Men danced together on the small dance floor in various states of undress. Erotically mimicking many sexual acts. At the darker edges, some weren’t mimicking, but were actually fucking, or blowing each other. Marvin’s dick was hard and he knew that before he left he would be spending time in this room tonight.

Chris guided him past the bar to the rear of the room, where for the first time, he noticed a false wall running almost the full length of the back wall. It was about three feet shorter at each end, allowing for a narrow doorway. ‘And this,’whispered Chris, his mouth close to Marvin’s ear, his arm, sliding round his waist, ‘is my favourite part of the whole club. Why don’t we take our tops off before we go in?’ His tongue licked at Marvin’s ear lobe and he teased it into his mouth and gently bit it. Marvin’s balls tingled.

‘Mmmmmm. Whatever you like.’ He pulled the tight vest over his head, then with a provocative smile, snapped open the top two buttons on his hipster jeans and pushed then down to expose the white band of his pants. Chris unbuttoned and slipped out of his shirt revealing his toned torso. He had a few light hairs between his pecs and a tidy treasure trail leading down to the top of his jeans. He smiled cheekily and copied Marvin’s actions with the buttons on his jeans, however he revealed the widening treasure trail as it moved closer to his hardening package. Marvin ran a finger down the exposed stomach from navel to as low as he could go be fore the jeans stopped him. Hooking the finger round the next button in the fly he pulled Chris close to him and took procession of his mouth. He ground his lips hard against Chris’s, then as suddenly pulled back. ‘I am gonna make such good love to you.’ He followed the other mans eyes, not allowing him to look away. ‘Are you safe? When were you last tested?’ Not really expecting the question, Chris stumbled over his answer. ‘Look Chris, I want to make love. I can get a quick fuck anywhere, so can you. Condoms get in the fuckin way sometimes. If we don’t need them then we won’t use them. So, are you safe? I know I am, I get tested every six weeks.’

Understanding and relief flooded Chris’s face. ‘Yes. Yes I am. I look after myself Marve. I get a regular test. The last one was two weeks ago. I’m safe.’

‘Good, so we don’t need condoms?’

‘No.’ Marvin moved to turn towards the darkroom. Chris stopped him and kissed his cheek. ‘Thanks Marve, your sweet. Before we go in there, let me put our shirts behind the bar for safe keeping. Wait here.’ As he waited Marvin realised that he was enjoying himself with Chris. He liked him. He was easy to talk to, funny, laughed at his jokes, was attentive without being cloying, he was intelligent and not intimidated or overawed by Marvin’s position with His Lordship. He was also sexy, and made no secret of the fact that he found Marvin pretty hot too. He reflected that he had had a stiffy since shaking his hand when he arrived. Chris suddenly reappeared. ‘Come on Marve, you’ll love this.’ And no one called him Marve, he hated it. Yet from Chris he liked it. He decided not to over think things and to go with the flow.

Once his eyes adjusted to the lighting behind the partition wall, Marvin became intrigued. Projected onto the right hand side wall was a porn movie, providing the only light for the entire area. The effect the constantly changing light levels had was incredibly pornagraphic in itself. They allowed anyone looking around the room brief glimpses of the various types and levels of couplings and activity taking place around the room. At the same time, the flickering on and off, bright then dim and random change in colours meant it was difficult to get an actual fix on what was happening. He grasped that in one corner a naked youth, his long hair plastered to his face by what looked like sweat, was fastened to a wooden frame, suspended from the ceiling. He hung face down, his arse exposed and at waist height. Then it was dark. Marvin shifted his gaze. Red hues filled the room. He saw a man, jeans round his ankles, hands on the wall in front of him being slam-fucked by…..blackness. Then bright white for seconds. Naked and half naked men every where. Muscular, hairy, big, small. Some standing, some kneeling. Some on their backs……blue. He watched a large daddy bear lift his naked cub into the air and slide him onto his enormous lube shiny cock. The cub threw his head back silently screaming……..and so it went on. Four slings suspended from the ceiling hung in the centre of the room, all were being used, with queues at everyone of them.

The cum dumps being ravaged shouting for more, begging for bigger, harder, better. Against the wall were racks. Guys were tied, shackled, cuffed to them. Masters were disciplining them with whips, belts, clamps, dildos. Inviting monster tooled voyeurs to have a piece of their boys ass. His senses were overloaded, and then he saw his ultimate fantasy come to life. In the far corner, suspended from the ceiling, his arms spread as wide apart as possible, showing every cord of every muscle in his powerful back, was a magnificent specimen of masculinity. Naked, he was on show and available for anyone to abuse and use as his master saw fit. On the steel bar table beside him the Master had all manner of toys and tools of his trade with which he was inviting people to try out on his slave. He watched as a skinny, nervous looking older man spoke to the Master, who took something from the table and handed it to him. Marvin found himself drawn to the spectacle and walked closer. The thin man held a dildo in his hand. It wasn’t long, maybe 5 or 6 inches, but it was thick, almost like a stubby pole with a rounded end. The Master poured liquid on both it and the thin mans free hand and led him over to the suspended and helpless victim. The thin man reached out tentatively and touched the slaves arse, running the liquid up and down the exposed crack between the hard buttocks.

The slave whimpered, then let out a moan as the man pushed a finger into him. The moans got louder as first two, then three and finally four of his long thin fingers pushed into the hot channel to the knuckle. Still the slave pushed back against the hand, wanting more. The Master brought a cane down, ‘crack’ on his slaves abs. He screamed and jerked forward. The thin man removed his hand, and at a signal from the Master put the rounded tip of the dildo at the entrance to the slaves gaping hole. The Master nodded, the thin man pushed with both hands, using every ounce of strength he processed. The dildo rammed into the waiting mancunt. The slave bellowed. His whole body went rigid, his muscles looked ready to burst. He pulled against his restraints with every all his power. The minute he began to relax the Master nodded again, the thin man pulled the dildo out and rammed it home again.

Another scream and mighty struggle. And so it went on until the athletic, powerful specimen was hanging by his wrists, his hips thrusting back onto the dildo as the thin man rammed it home, time after time. His thick, heavy cock, still steel hard , dripped pre-cum onto the floor in front of him, where two men tussled with each other to lick it up. Chris had not taken his eyes off Marvin during the entire time he had been focused on the sadomasochist exhibition. He watched as Marvin’s breathing changed, as his eyes became charged with lust. His whole demeanour told him that he wanted to be that slave. Chris was stunned. As the dildo was returned to the table and the slave was being released, Chris put his mouth to Marvin’s ear. He took a deep breath and decided to take a risk. ‘Do you want to try that? Do you want to be broken and humiliated? Do you want to show all these men that only a real man can take that Marvin? Do you want to be my slave?’

Marvin turned his head to look at him. The lust and desire in his eyes was almost frightening. Chris, never having done anything like this before, instinctively knew not to flinch or back down. He held the stare. ‘What? You think I’m frightened of you? I saw how you watched that stud get fucked by that lump of rubber. I saw your dick straining in your pants. You want it. Slave.’ He sneered the last word and at the same time grabbed hold of Marvin’s package through his jeans and squeezed hard. Pain entered Marvin’s eyes, a gasp escaped his lips. Chris clamped his mouth over his and forced his tongue to the back of his throat, now twisting the handful of manhood he held so tightly. Marvin groaned into his mouth and moved to pull the hand off him. ‘Don’t.’ Commanded Chris. ‘It stops when I say so. Got that? Slave.’ Marvin hesitated, then decided to give in to his needs.

‘Yes Sir. What ever you say Sir.’ His voice was quiet and submissive. Chris was happy with “Sir”. Marvin was an ex-soldier. Calling his superior “Sir” came naturally to him, and would feel correct for him. Besides, Chris didn’t particularly want to be anyone’s Master, he just wanted the thrill of dominating such a magnificent specimen of manhood.

‘Follow me Marvin. We need to talk.’