Ahh club Orpheus one of the only decent Goth clubs in the area. A place I like to grab some desert in the form of tall, dark, and hot sweaty sex. Stepping out of the shadows I make my way past all the usual friendly face’s hanging outside the entrance. I pass, and enter through the door between them.
Making my way down the entrance hall I’m blasted with Kidney thieves “Zerospace”. I see the usual married couple embraced and moving to the beat of the song. The wife, A young woman who's in all black with the common fetish accessories attached to her waist, and her man with long black hair, black shirt and pants all topped off with a leather vest and a shot of scotch in his hand. I greet him with a hand shake and a hug for the lady. After checking my fake id I get the usual Ankh stamped on my hand and then proceed through the purple beaded curtains and take in the scenery.
The ceiling of the main floor is twenty five or so feet high. Spanning the walls are, six foot in height, black stained tree branches and twigs ranging in all shapes and thickness’. The walls are painted a deep raspberry, while the first three feet or so is painted to mimic a thick layer of fog. In the center of the middle wall, hangs a large moon accompanied by black clouds spaced throughout above the branches. Black silky fabric, misted with glitter, lines the room on the wall above the moon hanging with a slight curve to meet in the center of the ceiling, forming a prefect circle. Hanging in the center of that same circle is a huge rotating chandelier. Giving the whole master piece an illusion of a forest and a view to outer space with twinkling stars.
In the center, resting under the mass body count, is a two foot in height platform constructed of black wood. Shaped like a cross but with a loop for the top portion. Strobe lights are built in making the scene appear as if everyone was utilizing celerity. Stairs at the opposite three ends of the loop. Within the hollow loop, twenty five red candles blaze in unison, resting upon a tall black candelabra. Fog is Being pumped out through the base and is creating a erie effect throughout the club.
To the far left, a bar. I know, I know, who'd imagine a bar being at a club, boggles the mind doesn’t it?. A curve construction of hollowed out frosted glass is Illuminated by red, purple, and blue. Sitting in front are twelve black stools with red trim. . Behind the bar, a short girl with black rimmed glasses wearing a white dress shirt tucked into a black skirt. I walk up and order a Malibu and sprite, then thank her for it and head to the far right corner where two half moon shaped purple velvet couches sit back to back. One facing a setup of chains and restraints while the other faces the dance floor.
On the way over I hear Orgy’s Opticon come on as I pass this girl with pink and purple hair pulled up by a clip, two strands falling loose by her ears. Wearing A long black furry coat with a large glittery skull shirt on underneath, a black and purple plaid skirt with fishnets and black knee high boots. When I look up from checking her out I notice a spike collar around her neck and I just about cum in my bondage pants. While passing I give her a smile that says one day I’m going to tie you up and make you scream. I notice a faint blush appear on her cheeks as she glances away and continues off.
Trailing along with her, a girl with killer legs, a tattoo on the calf and black kitten heels. A man in a hat, black shirt, pants and boots with armor running down his left arm. Making my way around the dance floor I notice a few other humans I’ve come to know here dancing on stage. A guy with blond hair donning a cowboy hat and a brown leather vest. Dancing near with his arms crossed over his chest with hands out like claws was a guy with sandy hair, form fitting black shirt with some armor going down his arm. A couple pimped out in ink next to a girl with a black corset and skirt. A short dude with long light colored hair moving to the beat with a dude I’ve come to know as Haz.
I make my way to the couch facing the dance floor. I sit, placing one arm on the back and a foot up on my knee. I take my time observing the room while sipping my drink. Next to me, a tall guy with a ponytail is talking to a girl with black hair and a spiked Hannibal type mask on her face. Fucking awesome I sweep my eyes over the dancing bodies while the music switches to Bauhaus’s She’s in paradise.
That’s when I caught sight of him, moving his body back and forth to the beat in a slow fluid motion. It felt like forty days and forty nights he worked it to seduce me, I sat and listened to the lyrics of his song ‘cause they amused me. The sing along did not last long. It started to reduce me to a puppet on a shelf just screaming for him to choose me. I couldn’t stop staring, my eyes were feasting on the movement of his hips. I finally pulled my eyes away after a bit and took him in.
Black shoes, not so loose dark pants hung low showing a sliver of pale skin. His black shirt with glow in the dark stripes was being pushed to the limit by his hard muscles. Oh the things I wanted to do to that body. Straight black Hair tied loosely in a pony tail, a few stray strands brushed against his neck line. His lips, thin, two scars on either side. Dark goatee with a short stubble beard. And deep almond eyes. When our gazes finally lock he gives me a little half smile and that’s when I realized I was still biting my lower lip. Yeah, Its time I made my way up there.
I make my way on the dance floor just as Bjork’s Arm of me comes on. My body started undulating to the thumping rhythm of the music while I made my way to him. We kept our eyes locked as we slowly closed the distance between us. Making my way around a chick with long black hair and a little black dress, and a guy with a full body length black coat wearing glasses. I slowly rotate with the music and inch my way right up in front of him. Moving my hands above my head I feel him grip my hip and gently pull me to him. I rest my hands upon his and in rhythm to the beat I push against him.
Reaching up and around I grip the back of his neck with my left hand and with the other grip his hand on my hip. Adding more grind to my dance I start to push my ass up against his crotch feeling for his approval of my rhythm. He responds in kind and pushes back allowing me to feel his arousal. I smile knowing that this is going where I want it to go. I spin to face him. And when I come face to face I think to myself Damn he’s even better up close. I stare for a moment drinking in his eyes.
Then knowing I have his attention I ask “What’s your name?”
He seems to be gazing into my eyes just as much as I was his because for a moment I didn’t think he heard me. Then he responded.
“What?….Oh…Tommy. You?.”
“Friends call me Magnus”
“Pleasure to feel….err…Meet. Pleasure to meet you, Magnus”.
I give a soft chuckle and respond “Oh you too, Tommy. You too."
“Any chance you want to take this to the next level?.” I continue.
He raises an eyebrow as if asking what’s the next level. And I respond
“Me chaining you to the wall while I have my way with you, of course.”
Tommy’s response “Well with that how could I refuse?, Lead the way.”
He releases me and before he can move any farther I place my hand flat against his chest and say “Wait, there‘s just one thing I have to do before.”
Tommy “And what‘s that?.”
I wet my lips and reach up and grab the back of his neck pulling him to my lips. He complies. While messaging our tongues in a soft, tender and slow Kiss I let out a moan. After a moment his arm wraps itself around to meet my lower back and pulls me into a tight embrace while increasing the kiss. Somehow when we release, my hands cupping his cheek.
“MMmmmmm…” Is all I manage for a moment.
“I second that”. We separate and he continues “Was that it?.”
“Mmmhhmmm….” I smile. “Come on.” I grab his hand and lead the way to the opposite side of the couches to the chains.
Armchair cynics “Bang” starts caressing our ears.
I take each of Tommy’s arms and chain them while having him face the wall. I slip in, back against the wall, facing him. I spread his legs slightly and reach forward running my hands down over his arms to his shoulders down across his collar bone. Resting my palm under his right peck I give his nipple a little twist and gentle pull. His chest moves out, back arching slightly and he licks his lips in response to my touch. I give him a devilish grin.
I lean forward, reach my left hand up and caress around his neck to the back hair line where I trail my fingers up along the scalp grabbing a fist full of hair. Holding him in place I run my tongue above his shirts collar and trail up his neck to where his jaw line is, giving a little bite below the earlobe. Releasing his hair I use that hand to drag my nails up his thigh along the edge of his crotch making the faintest brush of his dick. The chains are gripped and squeezed in response.
Continuing up, I run my hand along his hip, up the ribs, over the nipple and ending at the neck where I grip the side of his face and use my thumb to lift and turn his head to the left. I give a little suckle on his exposed neck and he sighs. I release, pulling back I Stare at his lips while I bring my right thumb to my mouth and drag it along my tongue wetting it. I softly cup my hand on his jaw line and run my wet thumb over his bottom lip spreading the slick moisture. He slips his tongue under my thumb and leans forward bringing it in his mouth. The combination of wetness and warmth forces a moan to escape my throat.
Removing my thumb I cling close to him as I reach up and brush my lips againt his. My hands find his head and tilts it slightly. I give another soft kiss then gradually add pressure, slipping my tongue in. As I run my hands along his scalp I message my tongue to his in a deeper, long lasting rhythm. Pulling back I slide around behind him. I push up against him inching him forward against the wall. Running my nose along the back of his neck, I inhale his scent. Running my strong hands down his arms and over his shoulders. I grab his hair with the left one and slip the other hand down the front collar of his shirt while running my fingers along his pectoral muscles and stiff nipples.
I trail my hand up, out, and over the shoulder bringing it down his arched spine to run along the top of his ass cheek and arc around the right hip. I push up against him and he responds with gently grinding his ass on my aroused dick forcing me to bite my lip while i move my left arm around and pull against his chest. Trailing my right hand further around to the waist, I slip my pinky and ring fingers in the waistband, slowly inching deeper down and around till I graze over his pubic hair and run the very tips along the edges of his semi hard cock. He pulls harder on the chains.
“Want to get out of here." I ask in a breathy whisper to his ear as he pushes harder against my crotch.
“Yeahhhh” .He responds.
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