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****** The life of unfortunate events - chapter 3
I sat in front of my computer late in the night trying to finish the piled-up work tasks. The bowl of instant noodles that I'd made was getting cold, and I hadn't seemed to eat any of it. My mind was still contemplating over what had happened the other night. I was lucky he let me off. I looked at the skin on my body. Bruises started to form, scratches here and there, and I can feel dull aches. I was battling the thoughts and the feelings of excitement when I was being used and abused by men. I hadn't had any experience with women yet, but somehow this happened made me questioning myself a lot. I decided to put on my pretty clothes and went to a strip club in town to figure it out.
About fifteen minutes later, I was in the club. The air was sickly sweet of perfume with a mix of whiskey. The dimming lights shone neon blue and pink. The music was blazing. The spotlights directed at various girls dancing on stages with lingerie. They all looked very sexy and lustful. I sat at a small table with a scotch, smoking a cigarette and looking at the girls. I felt indifferent. Unlike with the chief and his fellow officers which gave me immense pleasure, these girls didn't give me that feeling. One girl approached me and I agreed to buy a lap dance. She moved her body on me. I looked at her body, hoping for something to ignite inside me. However, it was all disappointment. I kept smoking and drinking my scotch, ignoring the lap dance I'd just bought.
I went to the restroom to relief myself after a while. I stood at the urinal taking my cock out for a piss. It was stinging though, because of the merciless kicking of the older officer the other night. I struggle to piss since.
"Shy, huh?" A young man with a mustache dressed in leather was speaking, pissing next to me. I looked at him, said nothing and return to look at my cock, continuing my business.
"I saw you out there. Your first time? I guess this is not your thing based on the way you look."
"I don't know. Just a rough day." - I said casually.
"I think I know what might excite you. If you curious." - He said covertly. He gave me a wink and walked to the last stall.
I gave it a thought and tried to decipher what he'd just said. I finished pissing and zipped up my pants. Just as I was about to leave the rest room, I turned around and took a look at the stall. I decided to give it a try and went to it. The door wasn't locked, so I pushed in. There he was, sitting on the water tank with feet on lid of the toilet.
"Get in and close the door behind you." - He said, looking at me interestingly.
I closed to the behind me and bolted it. Just before I could understand what this was, he leaned in and kiss me forcefully on the mouth. I was taken aback, still I returned the kiss with my lips pressed on his. I kissed his upper lips and lower lips. We took turns kissing each other. He pushed his tongue in my mouth deeply as I let out subtle moans. Suddenly, he broke up the kiss and looked at me.
"This is not the place to do this. Meet me outside in the back and I'll show you."
He walked out of the restroom and disappeared, leaving me confused. I paid my tap, tipped the girl, and headed out to the back of the club. I was standing there alone. The mysterious young man was nowhere to be found. "What a shit night." I thought to myself, pulling out a cigarette for a last smoke before heading home. Unexpectedly, in the distance came a roaring sound of an engine and a beaming of yellow light. There he was, on his cruiser, wearing a black leather jacket.
"Get on. We're leaving."
"No shit, what is this? You drive me somewhere and rob me? Don't fucking play with me." - I rebuked.
"Trust me" - he said with a smile. He took the cigarette of my hand and drew from it. He tilted his head upward, blew out the smoke and turned to look at me smiling, trying to convince me. To be honest, it worked. I hopped on his cruiser and we set off.
We arrived at a tall building with its red brick facade. There were some shops at the front, but they were closed at this time. He let me off at the front and I sat on the steps as he rode his cruiser to the back of the building. Moments later, he appeared at the alley he'd ridden in early and gestured me to follow him. I walked behind him as he led me to a thick metal door on the side of the building. He knocked on it heavily with his fist and a small metal slap on the door slid open and immediately close. With a few clicking sounds, the big metal door opened. We walked in and I saw a big, muscular man in full black leather stood at the door, he closed the door behind us and bolted it. I sensed something was not right about this. I might be kidnap here. I was so stupid to listened to this random man. Living my life to this age and still being so gullible. I followed the young man because I didn't think I had a way out anyway.
I walked through a long corridor with only dimming red lights on the cement floor leading the way. I began to hear some muffled music playing in the distance before I bumped into to his back. He let out a small laugh and opened the door. The music grew instantly louder. I peeked inside and it was `not right.' It was everything I hadn't ever imagined. There were men everywhere. Skinny men, large men, young men, and older men. All shapes and sizes existed in here. Some were dancing gaily on the stage and some were kissing in the booths. It was a very cheerful and energetic atmosphere. So, this was the gay refuge, hidden from the masses. He leaned in and kissed me again. I closed my eyes and returned his kiss.
"We can be safe here." - He said.
"So this is where gay people go? This is awesome!"
"Yes, the community built this as a safe haven for people like us. We can kiss here. And find love here too."
We sat down at a table and he brought us two whiskeys. We sat and talked about my newfound interest. Although I didn't tell him about the events that happened, which made me question myself.
"Have you ever had sex?" - he asked.
"No, I haven't. This is new to me and I think I need time to take it in." - I lied.
"What a bummer. Do you want to try it though?"
"Thank you. It has been great but I don't think I want to try sex right now."
"OK. It's up to you. But now you can have some fun. When you want to leave, you can just walk out and ask the bouncer to let you out. I'm gonna go looking for my `date'." He kissed me on my cheeks and left.
I sat there and enjoyed the music. I moved my body. I got a little tipsy. I was drown in music and pleasure just as I saw a silhouette out of the corner of my eyes. The red combed hair, the fair skin with freckles, the muscular forearm in a white t-shirt, it was him, the red-hair cop. I was so shocked to see him in this establishment. Suddenly, we locked eyes and he gave me a wink. I could feel my face gone red all of the sudden, despite being from the whiskey. I felt ashamed, decided to break the eye contact and stare at the glass in my hand. I went to the restroom to refresh. I plashed water on my face and when I looked up in the mirror, he was behind me.
He advanced closer to me and held me by my waist. I stood startled. He began to kiss my neck. I tried to break his hand from my waist in resistance, but he gripped me more strongly.
"Let me go! Let me go!" - I barked.
"Shut up you faggot. If you make another sound and I'll beat you up right here." - He growled.
"No, you hurt me the other day. You can't do this to me again. I don't want this." - I rebuked.
"Oh, no no. You want this. You wanted what we did to you. Your mind might tell you one thing but your body tells you the other."
He lowered his hand and grabbed me on my cock. I was unaware that I was rock hard. My cock betrayed me. I was betraying myself. I actually enjoyed his violation of me. I was defeated.
He maneuvered his hand up under my shirt, applying some force on my stomach as he felt my skin. I whimpered as I felt pain from the result of the assault the other night.
"Is it hurt? Where is it hurt?" - He asked, still kissing my neck.
"Everywhere."
He turned me around and kissed me. He looked in my eyes before kneeling down facing my stomach. I leaned against the counter as he leaned his head forward and kissed my belly, where it hurts.
"I'm sorry." - He said softly.
He lifted up my shirt, revealing the bruises. I felt a burning sensation in the corner of my eyes. My tears were about to drop from the affection he showed me. He held his face to my belly, pressing his head against it.
"I'm sorry I did this to you. I'm sorry they did this to you. I'm sorry.' - He spoke in a soft voice.
"It's OK. I understand. You only do what you must do. I don't blame you." - I said as I bent down and lifted him up, holding both his arms.
He held me by my waist, trembling. He looked me sympathetically in the eyes. There might be some conscience behind his actions.
"Let me make this up to you. Follow me to my place. I'll show you." - He said apologetically.
As he tenderly kissed my bruises, I caught a glimpse of my naked self in his bedroom's overhead mirror. His warm breaths comforted my pain. I grabbed his hair gently and got lost in the moment. I let out subtle moans as I was drowned in his love and tenderness. He lifted his head, looked at me and began to crawl up to my face. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the mouth. I felt his penis rubbing against mine. His was rock hard, as well as mine.
"Do you want me to put it in?" - He murmured, his blue eyes filled with passion.
"Please." - I answered softly, feeling completely defeated by his gentleness.
He lubed up his cock, lifted my legs up and placed it at my hole, simultaneously kissing me with his soft lips as if to distract me. He lay on top of me. There seemingly was a connection between us as we locked eyes. There was no pain, instead I felt pleasure. A strange sensation tingled my body. I relaxed my hole as he pressed it in just a little deeper. Unlike the assault at the station, this was completely different. I felt full of love and passion. I was willing to accept him this time compared to when he violently fucked my mouth the night before. He slowly and softly pushed his fat, uncut cock deeper inside of me until he buried completely his eight inches. I was ecstatic. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as his cock stretched me to my limit.
"Fuck me, sir" - I whispered.
He began to thrust slowly. "Is it hurt?" He asked.
"No, not this time. I want you to fuck me sir."
He began to thrust slowly, gradually picking up his speed. I parted my legs, allowing him to take me deeper. For the first time, I finally understand how enjoyable it is to submit to a man's fucking. I held onto his strong back as he fucked me with a steady, pulsing rhythm. I moaned with each of his thrust. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. It was magical. His breathing began to get heavy. His face covered with sweat. I knew what would happen next.
"Inside me, please sir" - I said pleadingly.
He nodded, unable to speak. He picked up his speed and soon after, he groaned with immense pleasure. His cock spasmed, he became tense and he came. He trembled, guttural growls he let out, finally he dropped laying on top of me, breathing heavily.
We lay there for a while, almost fell asleep. His cum leaked out of my hole as I could feel the stickiness on my thighs.
"The chief will have you do something in the next few days. Whatever it is, just listen to him, OK. He'll hurt you but don't try to act up. It'll only get worse. I hope you understand that I must do the same and I regret it. But I will have to do it the same way in the future. I like you a lot the moment I met you. I'm sorry I hurt you."
"Yes sir, I get it. You show me love tonight. You're quite different than them."
"No, no. I'm not much different than them. I will still hurt you but I enjoy you to have pleasure too. It's difficult to treat you badly and not love you."
"So, you mean, it was intentionally you fucked my mouth and made me drink your piss sir?"
"Yes."
"But ..."
"No `but'. You will learn to love this. I saw you. It just the world is not ready to see what you are. They will treat you much worse than we did. If you think about it, we did give you some pleasure, didn't we?"
I just nodded at what he said, stared silently at the two of us on the ceiling mirror. We drifted to sleep.
End of chapter 3 The life of unfortunate events - chapter 3