But I’m not here for them. I’m hunting for something specific tonight.
Ahead, a woman kneels, her back arched as she takes a man deep into her throat. Behind her, a couple fucks against the wall, the man’s grip bruising the woman’s hips. The tattoo on his shoulder is familiar. I’ve probably fucked them both at some point.
My eyes land on the guy beyond them.
A blond twink. Round blue eyes, delicate frame. He’s wearing a simple pink mask, his full lips painted a dark red that matches the lighting.
Perfect.
Something beautiful to break.
I stalk toward him, my boots heavy against the floor, and his eyes widen as I approach. He’s new here. His whole body screams inexperience and nerves. Perfect. His breath hitches as I lean in.
“Want to play?”
He nods, a small, eager movement, and I smirk behind my mask, running a finger along his jaw. His skin is soft, smooth. Untouched. But not for long.
“Come with me.” I don’t look back. I never need to. They always follow.
Once we’re up on the platform, I turn to face him. His body trembles, but he’s trying to be brave. Cute. I tilt his chin up with my finger. “What’s your safe word?”
“Red,” he whispers, his voice shaky.
I grin. “Good toy. Now, strip.”
He does, his hands fumbling as he undresses, exposing his pale, slender body to the crowd. His cheeks flush, but he doesn’t look up. Probably too afraid to face the eyes on him.
“First time being watched?”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, neck flushing. “Y-yes.”
I reach down, palming my hard cock, which is straining against the zipper of my jeans. “Perfect.”
When he’s naked, I run my hands over his chest, his body tensing under my touch as I trace a line down his stomach, his muscles tightening in anticipation.
“You’re mine now. Get on your knees.”
He obeys instantly, sinking down before me. I glance outward, thrilled at the crowd forming around us. I unzip my jeans, then push them down to my knees, my cock already hard and throbbing.
I grip his blond hair, guiding his mouth to me. “Suck, whore. And since you won’t be able to speak, tap my thigh three times if you need to stop.”
He nods, then wraps his lips around my hard length. Murmurs and gasps from the crowd reach my ears, fueling my hunger.
This is what I live for. The eyes on me, the control. I thrust hard into his mouth. He gags as I push deeper. Saliva drips down my sack, his throat tightening around me, but I don’t stop.
I grip the back of his head, forcing him to take more. He’s a good little slut, and I want the crowd to know it.
“Such a good fucking hole. Take my dick. That’s it.”
He moans, and I push in all the way until his nose is pressed against me, then I hold him there. I glance at the crowd, making sure people are still watching, then focus back on him, reaching down to pinch his nose closed.
His throat constricts around my dick, and in a few seconds, he starts struggling, the need to breathe taking over. I pull out as he coughs and sputters, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I smirk, running a thumb over his swollen lips. “You want more?”
“Yes, please.”
“Turn around, ass in the air.”
