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As he stepped into the room his senses were met with the sound of loud pulsing music. The stench of sweat, lust and leather filled the air. Jeff breathed deeply and closed his eyes enjoying the sense of familiarity in a foreign place.
He took a seat at the bar and waited to be served. As usual Jeff felt the heat of stares boring into him, being a wrestler he was used to it. Though, he grinned to himself, these were different types of stares, ego boosting stares, stares filled with lust and desire letting him know he looked goooood.
After only a few moments the bartender noticed him and made her way over “Hey there gorgeous, what can I do ya for?” She smiled sweetly at him and he wondered if she too was one of Aryana’s friends. Judging by what he’d seen, he bet she knew Everyone.
Jeff pondered the bartender’s question for a moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to drink that night seeing as he had training first thing in the morning. Jeff snorted and could imagine Glenn’s reaction if he turned up hung over.
“Just a coke please” He smiled back.
“You sure hon?” she asked, giving him a questioning look.
“Yeah, I have training in the morning.” He answered, once again not thinking about what he was saying.
“Ohhh, training what?” she smirked
“Wouldn’t you like to know” he told her haughtily giving her a mischievous look.
She didn’t say anything back, just stuck her tongue out and went about getting him his coke.
“Here you go Mr Secrecy.” She grinned, handing him his drink.
“Nero.” He said.
“Pardon?” the bartender gave him a confused look.
“Nero,” he said again “My name.”
“Ohhh, right.” she realised what he meant “I’m Stacy.” She extended her hand to him.
“Nice to meet you Stacy.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it.
“A real charmer you are… now if only you were a girl.” Stacy laughed and the conversation carried on from there.
About an hour or so later when his coke was long since finished. He was interrupted from the conversation by a tap on the shoulder. He whipped his head around and was greeted with the site of a gorgeous male. He had about half a foot on Jeff and was quite built too.
“Hi there.” The man said, giving Jeff a lustful look.
Jeff quickly glanced back at Stacy who gave him the thumbs up signifying that she didn’t mind them ending their chat.
Jeff turned back around to the guy giving him a suggestive smile “Hey.”
“Dance with me?” the man asked extending his hand to Jeff who grabbed it and allowed himself to be hoisted out of his seat. “Sure.”
“I’m Brad by the way.” He told Jeff as he led him towards the crowded dance floor. “I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Nero.”
“Ah, cool name” Brad grinned
“Uhh, Thank you?” Jeff made a face, not sure how to respond.
Brad just rolled his eyes and pulled Jeff into the swarm of grinding bodies. The crowd seemed to be made up of a complete mix of people. Masters danced with their slaves, some just collared and others who were leashed as well. Jeff didn’t really understand how it could be comfortable
for either party to dance in such close confines with a piece of leather tangling all the time.
Then again… he’d never worn a leash… or a collar for that matter, so what would he know?
It wasn’t only couples on the floor, in fact there weren’t really that many obvious couples on the floor when you compared it to the amount Jeffs and Brads there were.
“Look away for now
beautiful alone now
who decides to settle down
maybe nobody really cares
what's this to you anyway
Something dirty's got you dear
makes me want to be with you
something painful's with you dear
makes me want to be with you”
Jeff closed his eyes and moved along with the music. Oblivious to the other goings on in the rest of the club… oblivious to the figure that had just stepped through the door.
Loud thudding footsteps were muted against the spongy surface of crimson carpet and a large black shadow cast itself over the room’s tables. Suddenly everyone who wasn’t on the dance floor stopped what they were doing and looked towards door. A massive man stood there, his features hidden by a cloak, leaving nothing that eluded what he was looking at. He began to walk again laughing deeply to himself as everyone cleared a path, vc wilting under his non defined glare.
Men and women held leashes tightly in their hands, possessive looks on their face, subconsciously pulling their pets closer as they perceived the enormous dark figure as a threat. He simply walked past them, took no notice and sat down at the bar.
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Jeff squeaked as he felt Brad’s hands grip his hips and pull him backward pressing their bodies together. Their dance became more of a grind and it started to get uncomfortable for Jeff so he turned around to face Brad instead. “Everything ok?”
“Yeah, just felt like turning around” Jeff replied nervously, wrapping his arms around Brad’s neck. Brad seemed satisfied with the response and nodded.
As they danced Brad’s hands drifted further and further down his back, eventually resting on his ass. Jeff wasn’t sure how to feel about that and he squirmed a bit, but Brad just pulled him closer and leaned down to his ear.
“Hey, how ‘bout we take a break, the bar is totally calling to me.” He whispered.
Happy to have an excuse to gain some breathing space he readily agreed “Sure, I could definitely go for a drink”
Jeff eagerly hurried off and Brad followed slowly behind glancing warily over to the large man further down the bar.
Jeff jumped up onto a stool and flashed a grin at Stacy who grinned back and walked over to him. “Heya Nero, how’s it going?”
Jeff was about to reply when a hand landed on his shoulder and someone replied for him “We’re doin’ great ain’t we?” Brad elbowed him and he let out a shaky “Uh yeah..” Something about this guy was making Jeff feel really uncomfortable.
Without realising it Brad had bought them drinks and was now pushing one in his direction.
“Uh..actually I wasn’t planning on drinking tonight…” Jeff told him softly.
“Oh come on,” Brad pushed “It’s only a beer.”
Jeff thought about it, he was right… it was only a beer and he didn’t think Brad was going to take no for an answer…
“Fine.” Jeff sighed and rolled his eyes.
Brad stared at him intently as he took the first sip, not that he noticed… He downed half the glass in the first mouthful and then laid the glass down on the table. Suddenly everything was blurry and the room started to spin… Something wasn’t right…
“B-brad?” He stuttered softly “W-what’s g-going on?” Jeff gripped the table hard as he nearly fell of his seat. What was happening to him?
Brad simply smiled brightly and grabbed his arm, leaning over to whisper to him “I think we should go back to my place don’t you think Nero?”
“Nherggh” Jeff made a non-descript grunt/moan and slumped on his stool.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Brad smirked and wrapped a hand around Jeff’s bicep. “We’re gunna have some fun you and me.” he whispered again, making Jeff shiver with disgust.
Brad helped him off the stool and led him towards the exit.
Jeff knew he was able to fight him off, but for some reason he just couldn’t! He could barely stand!
He let out a quiet whimper and Brad pushed him out the door. He feebly tried to loosen Brad’s grip on his arm but it was only causing him more pain. In the end he just gave up fighting…well he didn’t give up… it was more his body that did. Jeff felt like his Body had just given up on him. But his thoughts were running like mad.
“Move!” Brad growled in his ear and pushed him out a hidden door that apparently lead to a fire escape. Outside it was pitch black and Jeff remembered this was because the building was blocking out the moon. This was NOT good for his case. There was now even less chance of someone seeing what was going on!
Jeff looked down the fire escape stairs and didn’t see how he was going to get down them in heels, surely he would get stuck in the holes. Clearly Brad got the same idea because he bent down and ripped them off, throwing them over the side of the stairs.
The metal was freezing under his bare feet as he stumbled down the stairs and by the time they reached Brad’s car he couldn’t even feel them.
Brad pulled open the backseat door and shoved Jeff in slamming it behind him. As soon as he was gone Jeff made one last weak attempt at escape only to discover the door was locked.He didn’t know what to do so he did the only thing he could think of… He started to panic.
“Ehhhrrgghh!” he cried out, weakly kicking the driver’s seat where Brad had just started to sit in.
“SHUT UP BITCH!” Brad screamed at the whimpering Jeff.
Suddenly a hand came out of nowhere and slapped him HARD. Brad glared darkly at him and reached into the glove compartment. He rustled around for a while before turning back around to face Jeff who shrunk back in absolute fear of what he was holding.
Jeff shrieked as loudly as he could in his incapacitated state and jerked away from Brad’s outstretched hand… he tried to back further away but he couldn’t go any further. Brad grabbed a handful of Jeff’s hair an yanked him towards his face. “Sweet Dreams Nero” he spat and sunk the syringe into Jeff’s neck. Jeff went limp in his hands and he tossed him back into his seat.
He took a seat at the bar and waited to be served. As usual Jeff felt the heat of stares boring into him, being a wrestler he was used to it. Though, he grinned to himself, these were different types of stares, ego boosting stares, stares filled with lust and desire letting him know he looked goooood.
After only a few moments the bartender noticed him and made her way over “Hey there gorgeous, what can I do ya for?” She smiled sweetly at him and he wondered if she too was one of Aryana’s friends. Judging by what he’d seen, he bet she knew Everyone.
Jeff pondered the bartender’s question for a moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to drink that night seeing as he had training first thing in the morning. Jeff snorted and could imagine Glenn’s reaction if he turned up hung over.
“Just a coke please” He smiled back.
“You sure hon?” she asked, giving him a questioning look.
“Yeah, I have training in the morning.” He answered, once again not thinking about what he was saying.
“Ohhh, training what?” she smirked
“Wouldn’t you like to know” he told her haughtily giving her a mischievous look.
She didn’t say anything back, just stuck her tongue out and went about getting him his coke.
“Here you go Mr Secrecy.” She grinned, handing him his drink.
“Nero.” He said.
“Pardon?” the bartender gave him a confused look.
“Nero,” he said again “My name.”
“Ohhh, right.” she realised what he meant “I’m Stacy.” She extended her hand to him.
“Nice to meet you Stacy.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it.
“A real charmer you are… now if only you were a girl.” Stacy laughed and the conversation carried on from there.
About an hour or so later when his coke was long since finished. He was interrupted from the conversation by a tap on the shoulder. He whipped his head around and was greeted with the site of a gorgeous male. He had about half a foot on Jeff and was quite built too.
“Hi there.” The man said, giving Jeff a lustful look.
Jeff quickly glanced back at Stacy who gave him the thumbs up signifying that she didn’t mind them ending their chat.
Jeff turned back around to the guy giving him a suggestive smile “Hey.”
“Dance with me?” the man asked extending his hand to Jeff who grabbed it and allowed himself to be hoisted out of his seat. “Sure.”
“I’m Brad by the way.” He told Jeff as he led him towards the crowded dance floor. “I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Nero.”
“Ah, cool name” Brad grinned
“Uhh, Thank you?” Jeff made a face, not sure how to respond.
Brad just rolled his eyes and pulled Jeff into the swarm of grinding bodies. The crowd seemed to be made up of a complete mix of people. Masters danced with their slaves, some just collared and others who were leashed as well. Jeff didn’t really understand how it could be comfortable
for either party to dance in such close confines with a piece of leather tangling all the time.
Then again… he’d never worn a leash… or a collar for that matter, so what would he know?
It wasn’t only couples on the floor, in fact there weren’t really that many obvious couples on the floor when you compared it to the amount Jeffs and Brads there were.
“Look away for now
beautiful alone now
who decides to settle down
maybe nobody really cares
what's this to you anyway
Something dirty's got you dear
makes me want to be with you
something painful's with you dear
makes me want to be with you”
Jeff closed his eyes and moved along with the music. Oblivious to the other goings on in the rest of the club… oblivious to the figure that had just stepped through the door.
Loud thudding footsteps were muted against the spongy surface of crimson carpet and a large black shadow cast itself over the room’s tables. Suddenly everyone who wasn’t on the dance floor stopped what they were doing and looked towards door. A massive man stood there, his features hidden by a cloak, leaving nothing that eluded what he was looking at. He began to walk again laughing deeply to himself as everyone cleared a path, vc wilting under his non defined glare.
Men and women held leashes tightly in their hands, possessive looks on their face, subconsciously pulling their pets closer as they perceived the enormous dark figure as a threat. He simply walked past them, took no notice and sat down at the bar.
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Jeff squeaked as he felt Brad’s hands grip his hips and pull him backward pressing their bodies together. Their dance became more of a grind and it started to get uncomfortable for Jeff so he turned around to face Brad instead. “Everything ok?”
“Yeah, just felt like turning around” Jeff replied nervously, wrapping his arms around Brad’s neck. Brad seemed satisfied with the response and nodded.
As they danced Brad’s hands drifted further and further down his back, eventually resting on his ass. Jeff wasn’t sure how to feel about that and he squirmed a bit, but Brad just pulled him closer and leaned down to his ear.
“Hey, how ‘bout we take a break, the bar is totally calling to me.” He whispered.
Happy to have an excuse to gain some breathing space he readily agreed “Sure, I could definitely go for a drink”
Jeff eagerly hurried off and Brad followed slowly behind glancing warily over to the large man further down the bar.
Jeff jumped up onto a stool and flashed a grin at Stacy who grinned back and walked over to him. “Heya Nero, how’s it going?”
Jeff was about to reply when a hand landed on his shoulder and someone replied for him “We’re doin’ great ain’t we?” Brad elbowed him and he let out a shaky “Uh yeah..” Something about this guy was making Jeff feel really uncomfortable.
Without realising it Brad had bought them drinks and was now pushing one in his direction.
“Uh..actually I wasn’t planning on drinking tonight…” Jeff told him softly.
“Oh come on,” Brad pushed “It’s only a beer.”
Jeff thought about it, he was right… it was only a beer and he didn’t think Brad was going to take no for an answer…
“Fine.” Jeff sighed and rolled his eyes.
Brad stared at him intently as he took the first sip, not that he noticed… He downed half the glass in the first mouthful and then laid the glass down on the table. Suddenly everything was blurry and the room started to spin… Something wasn’t right…
“B-brad?” He stuttered softly “W-what’s g-going on?” Jeff gripped the table hard as he nearly fell of his seat. What was happening to him?
Brad simply smiled brightly and grabbed his arm, leaning over to whisper to him “I think we should go back to my place don’t you think Nero?”
“Nherggh” Jeff made a non-descript grunt/moan and slumped on his stool.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Brad smirked and wrapped a hand around Jeff’s bicep. “We’re gunna have some fun you and me.” he whispered again, making Jeff shiver with disgust.
Brad helped him off the stool and led him towards the exit.
Jeff knew he was able to fight him off, but for some reason he just couldn’t! He could barely stand!
He let out a quiet whimper and Brad pushed him out the door. He feebly tried to loosen Brad’s grip on his arm but it was only causing him more pain. In the end he just gave up fighting…well he didn’t give up… it was more his body that did. Jeff felt like his Body had just given up on him. But his thoughts were running like mad.
“Move!” Brad growled in his ear and pushed him out a hidden door that apparently lead to a fire escape. Outside it was pitch black and Jeff remembered this was because the building was blocking out the moon. This was NOT good for his case. There was now even less chance of someone seeing what was going on!
Jeff looked down the fire escape stairs and didn’t see how he was going to get down them in heels, surely he would get stuck in the holes. Clearly Brad got the same idea because he bent down and ripped them off, throwing them over the side of the stairs.
The metal was freezing under his bare feet as he stumbled down the stairs and by the time they reached Brad’s car he couldn’t even feel them.
Brad pulled open the backseat door and shoved Jeff in slamming it behind him. As soon as he was gone Jeff made one last weak attempt at escape only to discover the door was locked.He didn’t know what to do so he did the only thing he could think of… He started to panic.
“Ehhhrrgghh!” he cried out, weakly kicking the driver’s seat where Brad had just started to sit in.
“SHUT UP BITCH!” Brad screamed at the whimpering Jeff.
Suddenly a hand came out of nowhere and slapped him HARD. Brad glared darkly at him and reached into the glove compartment. He rustled around for a while before turning back around to face Jeff who shrunk back in absolute fear of what he was holding.
Jeff shrieked as loudly as he could in his incapacitated state and jerked away from Brad’s outstretched hand… he tried to back further away but he couldn’t go any further. Brad grabbed a handful of Jeff’s hair an yanked him towards his face. “Sweet Dreams Nero” he spat and sunk the syringe into Jeff’s neck. Jeff went limp in his hands and he tossed him back into his seat.
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