His smile is wide and dirty. “No. And I’ve no doubt that you’ll hear the rumours at some point. I like both.”
I nod. “Figured.”
“Want to take a walk?”
There’s a moment when I pause. When I’m not sure what it is that he’s suggesting or if he knew that this visit here would be a pointless waste of time.
“How did you know where I’d be?”
“I didn’t. I walked past and saw you in here. Don’t read anymore into it than that, Ben.”
He read my mind.
“Let’s get out of this shithole.”
I follow him out of the door and we stride in silence towards the canal that splits the city. The night’s cool and there’s a wind that suggests it’s going to piss it down.
“Where are you staying?” He stops abruptly before we head under a bridge.
“The Central.”
He doesn’t flinch even though he should because it’s a grim, dank hostel that’s cheap and anonymous and that was what I needed.
“You want to hit a club?”
Despite myself and how fucked off I am, I grin. “Will they let me in?”
“The one we’re heading to, yes.”
* * *
It’s noisy and sweaty and full of bodies. The bar doesn’t serve alcohol which means it’s semi decent but this isn’t a place I wanted Micky to have ever taken Blair and I’m surprised that Isaac knows of it.
“You been here before?” I have to almost shout above the music.
He nods, hands me a bottle of water. “Twice. Follow me.”
We head down steps to what I assume will be a dungeon set up and I’m right. The first thing we see is a blonde girl bent over a bench, a man in a mask tanning her ass with a paddle. She’s naked and her nipples are clamped, her legs spread and we can see how turned on she is with the wetness that coats the tops of her thighs.
The masked man looks at us and uses his other hand to finger her roughly, almost bringing her to orgasm before stopping. Then he forgets we’re there and replaces his fingers with his cock.
Around us there are people in various states of undress. A woman takes one man in her mouth and another in her pussy, her tits bouncing with each thrust from behind. Two men receive a blow job from the same woman and I watch as they kiss each other while she feasts.
“You been to places like this before?” Isaac doesn’t have to shout now. The music near the entrance doesn’t carry this far back. The words and moans of people fucking are the background.
“A few times. Not often. You do, though?”
He nods. “I like to watch, but you know that.”
“Do you like to fuck too?” I turn to watch him as I ask. His eyes are fixed on me rather than what’s going on around us which surprises me.
He takes my hand. Grips it. I don’t fight back because I don’t want to but instead of letting him pull me closer I yank him into me.
It’s me who tastes him first. Rough lips and stubble scrape against mine, his hands solid and firm on my arms while I hold his head. It’s indecent and harsh and there’s a violence that I didn’t expect.
I want to ask him how he ended up like this, because there’s always a reason. This isn’t about needing cock or a blow job from someone who knows how to use teeth; it isn’t just about watching either and jerking off in private with just his thoughts to soak it up.
He’s hard under my hands, his muscles taut and defined and when I shift a hand down to his cock, that’s hard too.
