Ade sat on a chair in the main room of this flat. One hand was pumping up and down on his cock, and the other was holding a mobile phone to his ear. He wasn’t getting phone sex, he was just doing two things at once. In front of him on the coffee table was a magazine spread of a naked guy with his huge penis out. Ade concentrated on it as he jerked off, the phone beeping in his ear.
He had decided to give his buddy Jay a call to arrange a night out. He’d gotten up that morning and realised that he needed someone to fuck. Not having a job now meant that he had fuck all to do all day, so he’d been sitting around and pondering his life, whilst listening to techno. He’d decided that it was time he stopped caring and let himself loose. For too long he’d pulled back from taking things too far just because it was the sensible thing to do. Well, he decided, no more.
He didn’t want to fuck Jay. He’d come close once, but the pair of them knew that it just wasn’t right. Ade had met the guy behind the bar at one of his jobs, and there had been a mutual attraction right off the bat, but after spending some time together, they both realised that they just didn’t like each other enough to fuck. He guessed in the same way that good friends will never fuck. So that is what they became, mates.
Finally, Jay answered his phone and Ade told of him of his plan to go down DSD tonight and get some dick. Jay, who hadn’t heard from the guy for a good few weeks, much less seen him, decided that it was a great idea. They planned to meet at a little gay bar not far from the club for a couple of drinks to get in the mood, then they would hit the place.
Ade got off the phone and finished jerking off. He ejaculated into one of the tissues he kept in a box on the table. He figured that if he did pull tonight, which he fucking ensured on doing, that he would be able to last that extra bit longer now. He then went and began to get ready.
He met Jay in the bar as planned, though Jay was ten minutes later than expected. He explained how he had to wash his hair again because it looked a fucking ragged-up mess. He’d recently had red highlights and Ade thought he looked like a fucking twat. The pair downed some vodka and cokes and had a good chat about the things that had been going on in their lives. Apparently, Jay had started seeing a guy about 3 weeks ago but last week it had come to an end, so he was ready to fuck and run tonight. Ade explained the bar situation and not for the first time, Jay admonished him for being so stupid as to work in a straight pub.
Being only half nine, the pair decided to visit an old haunt, actually a place where Ade had worked and Jay had frequented. It was a quiet gay bar up an alleyway, where nobody knew where the fuck it was, presumably. The custom was dead, only a handful of people littered the place. The two of them were greeted with surprise and jubilation from Richard behind the bar. He shook hands with them both before getting them some drinks on the house, and thus another long conversation ensued.
At half past 10, Ade suggested that they better get to the club before the entrance fee went up. The pair left and made their way to DSD, which was down an alleyway, and down some stairs in the seedy part of town. DSD was short for De Sade Dungeon and was essentially an S&M club. Upon entering, heavy and hard techno beats filled the air and red lights pulsed on and off. The walls and the tables were stainless steel and chains hung from the ceiling above. S&M paraphernalia hung on the walls – masks, whips, handcuffs, rubber suits, etc. It truly was like some sadistic hell hole. Ade loved it.
They went to the bar and got some drinks before taking a brief walk around and checking the place out. It wasn’t quite packed yet, but the place was definitely filling up. There was the usual crowd, Ade noticed. The beefed up, bald-headed loonies who looked like they were in there to kill someone; the freaks, the ones who dressed in all wacky shit and you couldn’t quite tell if they were male or not; the old geezers with their leering, drooling grins and their wrinkles; plus a smattering of the usual newbies, who really didn’t know what the fuck they were doing here.
There were a bunch of tables free away from the dance floor, and Ade led Jay over to them. He wanted to get a bunch more drinks in before he went on the prowl. Not that he needed it to boost his confidence, oh no, he just liked the way alcohol made him feel evil. It brought out an angriness inside him which he loved to feel when he went on the pull. Especially in this place, it made the searching for prey all the more sinister.
Two drinks later and the place was packed full. Jay had gone off a while ago and Ade had been for a piss. He walked to the downstairs area where the dance floor was. There were tons of bodies thrashing about on there now. The pulsing beat vibrated through his chest and made him feel so fucking alive, yet so fucking inhuman. More than fucking human. He scoured the place as he stood there, posing with his drink. He had his best tight black T-shirt on and he wanted everyone to fucking look at him. The fucking sex god.
He noticed one of the muscled up hard-asses gazing over at him from his place next to a mirrored wall. He was with his buddies and they all looked fucking tanked up. The guy himself was a skinhead with 3 piercings in each ear. Certainly not Ade’s type. Too fucking macho. Too fucking dominant. Ade was the predator here, the dominant one, so no fucking way was he going to get into a battle of wills with his fucking prick. He broke eye contact and walked into the crowd, placing his drink down on the side as he went.
Through the crowd he went, pushing past the dancing bodies, occasionally rubbing his crotch against one of them, getting eye contact with that person and giving them the look. Ade’s special fuck-me look. For many, extremely arrogant and conceited, but oh so fucking sexy as well. It was like he was a smouldering sculpture of masculinity. But none of those people really did much for him. He continued onwards and looked up towards the stage where the DJ stood in a box, waving his arms around like a maniac. 3 men stood at the side, dancing their hearts out.
It was then, when Ade glanced back through the crowd, that he spotted two young men – probably just 18 – standing at the bar, watching the action. They looked like fish out of water, so this was probably their first time in the club. One of them was looking around, particularly up at the chains, like he was worried about what might happen after midnight. Maybe he thought the doors would be locked and it would be one big sweaty, mass orgy.
Ade pushed his way off the dance floor and strolled over to the bar area, which was surprisingly clear of people. One of the lads saw him coming and Ade fixed his eyes on him, locking him in his stare. The boy was fucking hot. Really slim with short, spiked-up blonde hair and smooth baby skin. Gorgeous! He caught Ade’s gaze, seemed nervous for a moment, but then returned the stare with the feigned confidence of youth.
“How you doing?” Ade asked as he reached the two lads.
“Great, thanks, you?” the hot one answered, his friend suddenly realising that they had a guest. He eyed Ade up and down, clearly impressed with what he saw. Ade noticed it too, but didn’t acknowledge it.
“I’m awesome, ta,” he replied. “So what’s your name?”
“I’m Rudy, and my mate here is Paul.”
Ade shook Paul’s hand first in a friendly meeting gesture, then shook Rudy’s for longer, making sure to stroke the guy’s hand as he let go. He fixed the young cutie’s eyes with his powerful stare. “How come you’re not dancing?”
Rudy seemed nervous. “Oh, we’re just watching, you know. We’re not that bothered about dancing.”
“Yeah? Is it your first time in this club?”
“Yeah. I only just got my ID this week. They wouldn’t let me in before. We normally just do the pubs, you know?”
Ade figured he knew why the lad never got into clubs, he looked about 16 with his soft skin and whisker-less face. Pure fucking beauty to his eyes. He decided to ask a question he already knew the answer to, but it was always best to be safe. “So, are you two together?”
They both laughed nervously and looked at each other, embarrassed. It was Paul who spoke. “No, we’re just mates.”
“Cool,” Ade said with a smile. “So, you like it here?”
Paul answered, “It’s alright, I guess.” Not mentioning his previous intimidated glances at the surroundings.
Ade directed his next question at Rudy. “Do you like S&M?”
The boy opened his mouth, to speak, but decided not to, then tried again, stuttered, and then said, “A little.” He saw Ade’s favourable looks and knew he was onto something, but he still couldn’t stop his heart pounding ten to the dozen.
“Cool,” Ade repeated. “Are you both single?”
Both nodded and said yes. Ade already knew they were.
“Are you here alone?” Rudy enquired.
“No, I’m here with a friend. He’s around somewhere…” Ade took a look around the club and then spotted Jay down at the edge of the dance floor talking with a half-caste guy. “Hold on a minute,” he told the pair.
He walked briskly over to where Jay stood with the mulatto guy. Upon getting close, he realised that the two of them were having an argument. He grabbed Jay by the shoulder, which made him swing round angrily, his fist scrunched up. He recognised Ade and relaxed, but still looked perplexed. “Come here, man,” Ade shouted in his ear. The other guy glared at Jay for a moment before walking off.
“What the fuck was that about? “Ade, asked, pulling Jay to a place near the wall, just across from the bar.
“Fucking cunt got all pissed off because I asked what percentage black he was,” Jay answered, his face a mask of bewilderment.
Ade wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be pissed off. “Forget about it! I got two young hotties here. Come, check it out. The blonde one is mine, so fuck off and chat up the other one.”
Jay grinned. “The master!”
The pair walked back over to where the pair stood expectantly at the bar. Ade introduced Jay to them both and the lad made a meal of being acquainted with Paul. Truth was, he didn’t think Paul was the shit, but he wasn’t bad, either. The four of them then engaged in banter and conversation for a while, with Ade buying Rudy drinks to get him oiled. He more or less had the young sprog eating out of his hand.
A while later, Jay and Paul stood with their arms around each other, their crotches pressing together. Jay kept stroking the boy’s face as he whispered bullshit to him. Ade was snogging Rudy good and proper, giving him a right old face-full, with plenty of tongue. He didn’t want any more drinks, but what he did want was painfully obvious. He had to take this thing to the next level.
“Wanna come to my flat?” he asked the lad.
Without hesitation, the drunken Rudy said yes, he very much would. Ade then said goodbye to Jay, who more or less fucking ignored him. Rudy said goodbye to his friend, and got much the same reaction. The pair walked across town, hand in hand, the cold night air prickling their skin. It was a long walk, but Ade engaged the steaming drunk boy in some useless chit-chat on the way. Eventually, they arrived at the flat.
Ade locked the door, and then began tossing his wallet and keys down on the table. Rudy noticed the porn mags, picked one up, and began flicking through it. Whilst he did this, Ade pulled his T-shirt off to reveal his naked chest, and then took his shoes and socks off. He strolled over to Rudy and pulled the mag from his hand, tossing it onto the floor. He kissed the boy with passion and felt their hard-ons pressing together through their trousers.
Ade took Rudy’s top off to reveal a slightly muscular, but slim frame. He kissed the lad’s chest and stomach all over before getting down on his knees and undoing the button and zip on his jeans, yanking them down, urging Rudy to step out of them. He then pulled down the boy’s boxers and saw his young cock spring out. Ade took it in his mouth and sucked it passionately, licking the head with his tongue.
He then pulled away, stood up, and took off his own trousers. The threw them across the room, not caring where they landed. He then pulled down his own boxers and kicked them away. He embraced the boy, their naked bodies pressing together, and kissed him deeply, with angry passion. After a few moments of this, he led Rudy upstairs to the bedroom area and made him lay down on the bed.
Ade went to his chest of drawers and pulled open the bottom drawer. There he found some rope. He got it and proceeded to tie Rudy to the bed, each arm stretched to its respective bedpost. Rudy grinned and giggled like a little girl, drunk but also excited. He didn’t have a clue what was about to happen, and a good fucking job at that. Ade then grabbed a pair of rolled-up socks from his drawer and some gaffer tape. He shoved the socks in the boy’s mouth and then slapped a huge chunk of tape over his lips, sealing his facial orifice shut.
Ade stared down into Rudy’s eyes and saw a moment of panic beneath his intoxication, but he just smiled down at the boy and watched those eyes smile back. He then tied the lad’s feet to the bottom bedposts as well, so that he was in an ‘X’ shape. After this was done, he stood at the end of the bed and looked down at the piece of meat strapped to his bed. His penis was rock fucking solid.
He climbed onto the bed and kissed the boy’s chest and stomach again, moving his way downward until he reached his penis and then took that in his mouth, sucking and licking at it, dragging his teeth up and down it. The boy’s cock was soon as hard as his very own. He then got off the bed and reached back into his drawer. He pulled out a knife.
Rudy’s eyes suddenly turned from pleasure to fear as he saw Ade move towards him with the knife in his hand. He tried to cry out, but due to the sock in his mouth and the tape covering his mouth, nothing emerged but a dull muffled cry. He tried to squirm away, to free his arms and legs, but they were bound tightly to the bedposts. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t escape.
Ade began slicing the young boy’s skin. He started off on his chest, making lots and lots of tiny, shallow cuts, then moved down to his abdomen, doing the same there. Pretty soon, his body was covered in small, bleeding slits. Rudy writhed and whimpered below him, bellowing pointlessly behind his gag. Ade then sliced up the boy’s arms and legs in the same way. Rudy’s whole body was now a mess of crimson trickles and straight red lines.
Unable to contain himself, he jumped on the boy and quickly inserted his penis into the lad’s anus. He then began pumping into him with vehement force, really giving it some, stabbing into Rudy’s shithole with all his might. It didn’t take long to come. He shot his load into the 18-year-old’s arse and then collapsed in exhaustion on top of him. He felt Rudy’s blood smear onto his body. It felt good.
After a moment he got up and Rudy was screaming beneath his gag. He untied the lad’s feet and was met immediately by vengeful kicking. He managed to avoid being hit as he moved to untie his prey’s arms. Rudy, upon being released, went mad. He was balling and shouting, but nothing could be heard behind the tape.
“Don’t fucking make a meal of this,” Ade shouted at him. “I’m letting you go now. Don’t be fucking acting like a bitch.”
Rudy had jumped off the bed and was now standing there, completely naked, his body one huge mess of blood and cuts. He lunged out at Ade with a fist, but missed. Ade then battered away a barrage of punches and kicks. Rudy stopped and pulled the tape off his lips, surprisingly not ripping half of them off. He spat out the sock in disgust.
“You fucking bastard!” he shouted. “What the fuck was that all about?!”
Ade just walked past him and went downstairs, calling over his shoulder, “You met me in an S&M bar, what the fuck did you expect?”
“That was fucked up! Look at me! Look at me!”
Ade got dressed as Rudy wiped his body with a towel upstairs, making it all bloody. The boy then pounded downstairs to meet a fully clothed Ade standing next to the kitchen counter. The pair glared at each other.
“You fucking twat!” Rudy bellowed at him.
“Don’t wake my fucking neighbours,” Ade said angrily, but calmly.
“Fuck your fucking neighbours, you bastard!” Rudy began desperately forcing himself into his clothes. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“Oh, you little bitch. Why don’t you fucking stop being such a girl and grow up?”
Rudy glared at him, buttoning his shirt. “What? Me?”
Ade rolled his eyes. “Standing at the bar like fucking Bambi.” He laughed out loud. “Fucking woman.”
Rudy finished tying his shoes and stood up. “Well, fuck you, you shit. You were glad to have me. Well fuck off, I’m gone. And you’d better hope I don’t tell the cops, you fucking bastard.”
Ade burst out laughing. He really chuckled, holding his belly for the optimum effect. “Ah, get over it, you little cunt. You were nothing. And if you tell the cops, I’ll fucking find you – or your friend – and cut you up.”
Rudy marched towards the door but found it locked. He shouted out, “Open this!” Ade obliged, grinning at Rudy as he marched along the corridor, throwing angry glances back over his shoulder. Ade shut the door and locked it again before walking over to his chair and dropping down into it. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. What a fucking night.
