Scott swallowed rapidly, still not really understanding why that knowledge appealed to him or what made him so desperate to submit to anything Joe wanted. He only knew that it rushed to his cock faster than anything any of the “nice guys” he’d tried to date had done for him.
Without any warning, Joe pulled away. Scott snatched his hands away from the door, turned, and reached out to stop him.
“Back as you were,” Joe barked. “I didn’t give you permission to move!”
Scott’s body followed the order before his mind even caught up with the fact that one had been issued. He put himself back against the door, shuffling his feet apart without needing to be nudged into position again. A second’s thought and he inched his boots even further away from each other, highlighting his invitation, even as his muscles protested at the extra stretch.
He heard something that sounded like paper tearing. The packaging from a condom? Scott didn’t look over his shoulder to check if his guess was correct. Joe had said he’d remember, and he would. Scott didn’t need to worry about that any more. He didn’t need to worry about anything…
As he stared at the woodwork, Scott felt someone take a tin opener to his skull. The moment the top of his head wasremoved, his brain floated away, no longer weighed down with his usual day to day worries. Scott didn’t need thoughts now. Joe would take care of everything. Instincts and obedience were all that Scott required.
Joe’s fingers were already slicked when he slid them between Scott’s arse cheeks. Scott immediately rocked his hips, trying to push himself back onto Joe’s fingers.
Joe slapped Scott’s left buttock, hard. The sound echoed through the room. Scott gasped, relishing the unexpected flash of heat that radiated out from the smack, but the reminder still worked. He stilled his hips and gave over all control to Joe without needing to be told again.
A low, satisfied sound rumbled through Joe’s chest in response. He finally stopped teasing, pushed his fingers forward, and penetrated Scott’s arse—obedience well rewarded.
Helplessly moaning his pleasure, Scott gave everything he had to maintaining his position as Joe worked his fingers deeper inside him.
Joe didn’t say anything when he took his fingers away. Every muscle in Scott’s body tensed at the loss, but somehow, he managed to remain silent. His arms trembled. He dipped his head toward the door panels, but he didn’t utter a single word of complaint.
A lifetime seemed to pass before Scott felt the blunt pressure of Joe’s cock against his well-prepared hole. Joe’s shaft was slicked and latex-covered, but Scott was barely in any condition to notice such details. All he knew for sure was that it was Joe’s cock and he wanted it buried inside him as far as was physically possible, then an extra inch deeper, just for luck.
For the first time in his life, it was the desire for a connection as much as for physical pleasure that drove Scott on. He didn’t just need to come, he needed Joe inside him—needed Joe to take control of him and become part of him. Scottwhimpered; unable to bring words to his lips, but equally unable to stay silent.
Scott closed his eyes. Leaning forward, he rested his temple against the door. Joe allowed that, but he grabbed Scott’s hips with both hands and made sure Scott’s arse remained exactly where he wanted it. He dug his fingers roughly into Scott’s skin as he finally pushed forward, lodging his entire shaft inside Scott’s body with one powerful motion.
Scott’s whole body jerked. As much as he wanted Joe’s cock, he wasn’t entirely ready for the size of it. The breath rushed out of his lungs. His eyes tried to roll back in his head. Yet, somehow, he still found himself squirming within Joe’s hold, desperate for more.
Joe made Scott remain still for what felt like forever, forcing him to take some time to relax and adjust. Years seemed to pass before Joe was finally willing to pull back and thrust hard into Scott again.
Scott clawed at the door’s battered paintwork as Joe’s movements became increasingly brutal and unyielding with every minute that passed. Scott could barely keep himself on his feet. If Joe’s grip on him had been looser, Scott knew he’d have tumbled to the floor. But, while Joe’s fingers dug into Scott’s sides, collapsing simply wasn’t an option.
There was no way for Scott to escape the rough pounding—or the ecstasy that raced through his body in response to it. It wasn’t a comfortable way to be screwed, and it was nothing like being back on the creaking bed in his rented room. His knees trembled. Pleasure and something close to pain mingled inside him, making everything somehow better than pure bliss might have made it on its own.
Suddenly, Joe moved his right hand away from Scott’s hip. He reached around Scott and grabbed Scott’s cock.
Joe’s grip was just a fraction too tight. He jacked Scott hard and relentless, not bothering to ask if that was the kind of caress Scott wanted, and maybe not even caring.
Scott thrashed helplessly between Joe and the door, unable to remain still, no matter how much he wanted to obey Joe’s orders. He pushed himself back onto Joe’s cock and forward into Joe’s hand as if his life depended on it.
Trapped in the moment, Scott hurtled helplessly toward his orgasm. He bucked as his climax tore through him, his cum spilling into Joe’s hand and onto the door panels in front him.
Just a moment later, Joe’s rhythm escalated. He thrust his shaft deeper inside Scott, as he reached his own orgasm. The world came to a complete stop. Scott had no doubt that every man in the club froze, unable to do anything but wait out their bliss with them. There was no way that only two people could be aware of such a perfect moment existing in the world, there was no way it could ever have been kept a secret.
Scott didn’t move. He couldn’t move, not even when Joe ultimately pulled away. Scott wasn’t sure if it was obedience, exhaustion, or simply an unwillingness to leave the ecstasy he’d found while leaning against that door.
He remained in position until Joe tugged at his shoulder and forced him to straighten up. Scott blinked down at the cum-stained door, his mind slow and hazy with afterglow. When Joe gave him no choice but to turn around, Scott looked at the room around them for the first time.
“Where a-a-are we?”
“Ladies’ toilets.”
Scott blinked.
Joe shrugged. “Not like anyone would be using them tonight.” He sounded so confident, the fact they were standing in forbidden territory stopped feeling wrong to Scott. It couldn’t be wrong—not when Joe chose it.
“I should p-probably, um…” Scott stepped clumsily around Joe, retrieved some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and cleaned up his cum, only vaguely aware of Joe throwing away the used condom behind him.
