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Bacchus Club: 1 Invader
Jacyn pulled the lever up and slid the door to his cabin back, stepping into the room, which still had the lingering smell of sweat and sex as he turned and pulled the door before the magnetic lock fixing the door in place as he pulled the lever back down. The room was dimly light, a stark chamber with few features and walls that were magnetically locked cupboards; a large jell bed dominated the space with a walkway around it and a body lying under a light sheet. He pulled off his long sleeve top and opened the door nearest him throwing the grey, stained top onto the pile as he bent forward, pulling off his right then left boot, placing them in their lock by the entrance. The movement on the bed caught his eye, and he looked up, he did not want to wake up the sleeping person. Jacyn undid his pants, pulled them off, stepped out of the leg holes, threw them onto the pile of clothes, and closed the cupboard. He was already semi-hard as he moved to the bed. The pale figure almost glowed under the dim lighting as he climbed onto the bed, the gel absorbing his movement, not waking the slimmer figure. The room was warm, and his target was nude, hands stretched up under the pillow, the soft hair covering the head was damp and sticking to his head. Jacyn lowered himself, careful not to touch before he was ready, then pulling one cheek to aside, his head moved in.
The pressure of a hand startled Trent from his slumber, and he jerked awake and moved to one side so he could look back as he did, his hands caught in the restraints rubbing the sore wound which had developed there. Trent looked back and saw a dim dark figure. He still did not know the man's name but was fearful nonetheless. Trent's heart raced as a large paw moved him back into place lying flat on the gel, another hand moved under his hips and pushed Trent's butt in the air and then something he was not expecting happened, he felt happened a warm wet trail of a tongue licked up his butt. It was odd and gentle given what had happened to him already. Trent wanted to scream out, fight, object, but the broad tongue was gentle and smooth, soft, almost a loving caress as the man behind tongue dove in again.
Jacyn felt the slimmers man's body relax; he had been ready to fight to object, but Jacyn knew his skills and what he wanted. He was going to take it, and there was nothing this man could do about it. Jacyn dove his tongue between the cheeks pulling one back as his tongue aimed to the sweet pink hole. The slimmer man moaned as the tongue worked up and down the lips, occasionally popping into the hole itself as the man under him squirmed his butt, pushing back wanting Jacyn's tongue in him. The deep exhale of breath as his shoulders relaxed, Jacyn ran a hand up the spin as his other held the hardening cock underneath, pushing the butt back onto his own face as he gave it a tongue lashing.
Trent shifted his body back as the sensation flowed over him the guy between his legs rimming was an expert; the lashing his hole was taking was great after the beating he had received earlier he knew not how many men had been there but one after the other of the crew took turns on him. He had then been locked in this room no doubt for this man to come and use as well. However, he was not just fucking his sore ass he was caressing him. Trent could not believe he was rock hard, harder than he had ever been under the guy's attention. Loving attention was the better word. No word was spoken, not a sound but the pipes and cables which passed through the cabin could be heard and the moist sounds from the licking between his cheeks. The guy behind him rubbed his hand up and down Trent's spin causing him to relax more into the sensation. His head was spinning as he was rimmed. The man changed his strokes from darting in and out of Trent's used hole to long licks up the crack, which were soothing and restorative.
Jacyn shifted and moved in closer to the man on the bed, running his tongue up the spin between the shoulder blades. As he did, the man beneath him shivered and shook with the thrill as the energy between them became electric. With his hands on either side of the man now under him as he ran his tongue over his ear and down to the mouth. The guy turned his head away, but it was easy for Jacyn to turn it towards his own, and their lips locked Jacyn, forcing his tongue into the other man's mouth. The man moaned as he did, and Jacyn rubbed his hard member up and down the wet crack.
Trent could feel the solid mass between his butt cheeks and his body pushed back and up to meet the member rubbing in the wetness; the smooth action sent sensations through Trent that he did not want to admit. He could not now be enjoying this he had heard of what Pirates did and how they turned people, but his heart and the sensations he was feeling were overriding his head. The man who had forced his tongue into his mouth broke off, leaving Trent feeling alone even with the warmth of the body hovering over him.
"You like that?" he said more than asked as he pushed his cock between the cheeks catching the hole with his head.
The man's voice was deep, but compassion in their spoke to Trent. His heart was a flutter, but he could not speak although they had just been kissing; his mouth was dry.
"I.." was all he could manage, and the guy looking into Trent's eyes smiled.
It was a broad and hungry smile. Trent knew what it meant. He had won. Trent was surrendering to his fate, and this man had broken him.
"I am going to unshackle you. No running now! You don't want to repeat last time," he said as he climbed off.
Jacyn pulled the key off the hook, and the guy on the bed had not responded; he lashed out, and a sharp slap on the butt of the guy rang out in the small chamber; the man let out a scream.
"I said you don't want to repeat, do you? Or would you like me to get the crew?"
The pain was sharp and ripped through his body as Trent heard the bark fearing more men and what had happened only a night before he cried out his reply. "No... No... Please no" The memory fresh in his mind.
"No What?" came the voice from beside him
"No, Sir," Trent said.
"Try again bitch", the man said. Trent looked up the large muscular frame stood over him, a rock hard cock bouncing before his lips.
"Sorry, Master", he spoke tentatively.
Jacyn smiled and spoke softly. "Well done", he showed his teeth in his smile as he looked down at the guy on the bed, his throbbing cock head bouncing in the still air, not an inch from the guys head.
"Show me you are sorry", Jacyn spoke as he looked down; the upturned eyes showed a glint in them as he opened his mouth and popped the head of Jacyn's cock into it. The warmth inside was bliss as the guy took as much as he could into his mouth. With his hand's bound in chains fixed to the head stead he the guy could not stop Jacyn pushing more and more into the mouth. He gaged Jacyn's response was to put his hand on the head and hold him in place as he fed his cock into the mouth. Salvia ran down the shaft and fell from the balls onto the gell mattress as Jacyn forced more of his cock into the mouth. The man gobbled and sucked as if his life depended on it. In a way, it did Jacynn could easily throw him to the crew who would repeatedly do what they had to this captive seven hours ago. Jaclyn had listened to the report eagerly, not something he liked to participate in too many cocks and too few holes but listening to it had raised his blood flow and engorged his cock for his own encounter.
Trent slurped on the cock, trying to fit as much as he could in as saliva ran down his chin. The man had his hand on the top of his head, fingers in his hair guiding him up and down on his cock. The head would hit the back of Trent's throat, making him choke. He would ease off, letting Trent recover his breath. As much as the man stood over him was in control, he was also gentler than any experience Trent had had so far. The combination of gentleness and authority had Trent's head spinning his cock hard and rubbing against the bed, his hole twitching for something in it. The man took his handoff and leaned to one side. Having not told Trent to stop sucking, Trent carried on sucking on the large cock. He heard the click of the shackles, and he felt the release around his wrists. Trent stretched out his fingers rotated his wrists, grateful to have more movement in them.
Jacyn pulled the man to the edge of his bed, now free of the shackles he could get on all fours and positioning himself in a way he looked up at Jacyn past the member which was going in and out of his mouth as he sucked and slurped on it. Jacyn no longer needed to guide him as the two became synced, and Jacyn's pleasure was the man's pleasure. Breaking this guy had been easier than some, but whether quickly or over a long time, either way, gaining control was a thrill for Jacyn. When a man surrendered, the levels of excitement grew in him. The report had made him horny the sight of the guy chained to the bed had engorged him. The taste of the near freshly fucked hole lose and ready had encouraged him; now he was being sucked and gotten wet for the best part.
Trent saw the man lean back over him, and a finger found his hole; he jolted at first, the lips still sore from previous abuse, but soon he gobbled cock and finger at the same time in his two well-used holes. The feeling inside him made his cock twitch. Placing his weight onto his left hand, Trent reached in between his legs and grabbed his cock, giving it a gentle stroke, worried if he was too vigorous, he would cum. He had been used already but never came, and the result was a cock that would likely blow at too much attention. A slap rang out, and a sting shot through his body; his hand shot off his cock as he jolted forward, and Trent steadied himself.
"Turn around," the man said, and like a dog circling before lying down, Trent moved, turning his arse to the man and face into the mattress.
Jaclyn looked at the hole exposed to him in the dim light. He could rim it again, but his blood was up; he needed arse. Taking half a step forward, he angled his throbbing member and slid his cock in. The man below him did not tense but let the cock slid in. There must have been some pain given recent events; however, he handled it well, and Jacyn gripped a shoulder, bringing him up back onto all fours as he bottomed out inside the man. A pleasurable tone came from below him as the effect of eight and a half rock hard inches embedded themselves. Jacyn stood there for a moment feeling the muscles adjusting to the invasion before he slowly moved out, pulling back as he gripped the left hip of the man under him.
A whimper escaped Trent's mouth as he felt the large member pull back. His butt had just got used to the first trust as slow and gentle as it had been, the man still pushed all in, and a tear rolled down his cheek as he felt the pain in his rectum. However, now he had to brace himself as the onslaught was due as gentle as this was going to start. He knew how it would end.
As soon as the head came to the edge of his anal lips so a slow, methodical push back in began. Trent breathed out as the cock was pushed back in, trying to match his breathing to the pull-outs and thrusts in. The process repeated as a slow withdrawal was followed by a slow push. Trent breathed as he was held with one hand on, gripping his shoulder the other his hip. With little time to get used to the fucking the pace was soon picking up, and as the man dug his fingers into Trent's hips, he could feel that the man was holding back. Trent pushed back to meet them in stroke and pulled away on the out with his breathing working the same the two began to build up speed, and a rhythm picked up the man was pushing Trent back, his arse cheeks slapping against the pelvis of the man behind him.
The man beneath Jacyn moaned and called out to a diety as Jacyn picked up the pace, thumping his cock in and out of the chute of the man beneath him. Still, on all fours, the man was meeting the thrusts a hard pounding was going on. Jacyn saw the man rest his weight on a left arm, the other ducking under to grab hold of his cock. Jacyn took this as his cue and started to hammer home. With a ferocity he had held of from showing worried to hurting the guy beyond later use, he continued to fuck him. Beads of sweat building on Jacyn's forehead as he fucked the body beneath him. He was getting hotter and closer as he pounded a few whimpers came from below as the pace of ferocity was too much for the well-used hole, but Jacyn was not going to slow down now and soon he felt the churning in his balls.
Trent had hold of his cock and was pushing it back against its curve, stretching the foreskin as his hole was assaulted from above. The lips at his entrance almost felt numb, so many cocks had been in there recently, the pace was hard, and the thumping and slapping noise filled the small cabin as Trent endured and enjoyed the onslaught. He felt his own climax building and began to stroke his cock and within a minute was screaming our as his balls unloaded through his cock. He had not cum in days and the mixture of pleasure and pain spilt over.
Jacyn felt the bottom's climax before he heard the roar of the orgasm; the muscles in the anus contracted, but Jacyn continued hard, rapid thrusts in and out as the man beneath him came. He had barely begun to stroke his cock when he came, and he slumped forward face into the gell mattress as Jacyn continued his own cummming following. Just as the anus muscles relaxed, he whooped as he slapped the man's butt and filled him up. Jacyn stepped back, resting against the metal wall to catch his breath the guy's legs slipped over the edge of the bed small dots of liquid drooled between his closed cheeks.
His breath recovered Jacyn headed off to the head to wash up.
Trent recovered his breath and sat up on the bed and spoke.
"Alexa lights", the lights rose in brightness until Trent could see he got up and opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a large navy dressing gown and matching slip-on slippers. Throwing it over his shoulders, he slipped into it the soft gown and moved to the door not a moment before the man who had just fucked left through.
Opening it, he stepped out of the corridor into the metal hallway. He moved to the edge of the corridor and where a painted sign on the wall directed him. In green pointing right, it said 'Mess' in red pointing left it said 'Gym', underneath in a light grey near silver it said, Guests. Trent followed the grey sign and left the unit.
The plan is to release more tales around the Bacchus Club, from encounters to building a narrative around selected individuals. I have kept off announcing this to the end as I did not want to spoil the plot detail at the end.
Characters may not appear in sequential order, themes may be returned to at a later date.
I hope you enjoyed this introduction to the Bacchus Club and any feedback, suggestions or any character you want to appear again please let me know by writing to Dan at calmdan004@gmail.com.