He grins. “Depends how you look at it.”
“Where are you bringing me, anyway?”
“Just a little farther. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
We reach the end of a narrow hallway, where red-filtered lights cast everything in a crimson glow. The sound of flip-flops slapping against wet tiles grows louder as we approach—guys roaming the halls, hunting for their next piece of ass.
It gives me a rush to be wandering around naked, surrounded by the sounds and smells of sex.
“Welcome to the Red Zone, Micah,” Hawk says as we step through an archway into a massive chamber.
A shallow pool sits at the center, maybe six inches deep, its surface rippling with reflections of red light. Marble statues line the perimeter, Greek gods with perfect bodies frozen in various poses. In one corner, a leather sling hangs from a steel frame, the chains gleaming in the low light.
All around the room, men are going at it. In the pool, on the stairs, against the statues. Moans, grunts, and the wet smacking of flesh on flesh echo off the walls, the smell of musk and cum thick in the air.
It’s the hottest, filthiest thing I’ve ever seen. If I weren’t rock-hard already, the atmosphere alone would get me there in seconds.
“Wow,” I manage.
“Yeah. Pretty amazing, right? Not many places where you can let loose like this.”
“It’s like a fantasy come to life.”
“I knew you’d like it,” he whispers in my ear. “So, you wanna enjoy the show for a bit, or make our own?”
I glance over at the sling, waiting for someone to climb in.
“Let’s put that thing to good use.”
“Damn, Micah, you’re an eager one, aren’t ya?” Hawk’s hand slides down to my lower back and gives my ass a squeeze. “Alright, hop in, then.”
And I do.
I cross through the warm water of the pool, its surface rippling around my calves, and head toward the far left corner of the room, climbing up the short steps.
There, I grab the sling’s chains and ease myself down onto the leather seat. It feels surprisingly sturdy, and when I push down with my weight, the whole thing sways. My legs and arms dangle on either side of me, and it takes a bit of adjusting to get comfortable, but once I find the right position, it feels natural.
Like a hammock.
Hawk stands before me, his muscular body glowing in the red light, a big smirk on his face.
“Comfy?”
“Very.”
“Good.”
He grabs my ankles and hooks them into the leather straps, raising my legs and spreading them wide. My hole is on full display now, and his eyes lock onto it with a hungry gleam.
“Mm, look at that sweet ass. It’s winking at me, Micah. Begging for my cock.”
I’ve never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, or more turned on in my life. My heart thuds in my chest, and I lick my dry lips, anticipation coiling in my stomach.
“You’ve been fucked before, right, Micah?” he asks, rubbing the slick, hairless skin around my asshole.
I hesitate. The truth is... no. I’ve never been penetrated. The one time I came to Lumen, nothing happened.
I’ve fooled around on my own, sure. Fingers, a plug, whatever I could get my hands on. But a real, flesh-and-blood cock? Nope. That, I’ve yet to experience.
