Masquerade

Masquerade

Every year the club hosted a masquerade ball. A large open room is turned into a themed hall, which caters to all fetishes and fancies. The costume party theme was eighteenth century, and the costumes were spectacular: white breeches, grand coats with brass buckles, waistcoats, and of course, the all-important masquerade mask.

Like the old hanky-code, these masks were color-specific. Some were navy, some were black, some grey, some green, and some leather; each relating to the wearer's inclination. A top's mask had a jeweled design on the left, a bottom's mask had jeweled design on the right, and a versatile had a mask with designs on both sides. It was a simple but effective method of unspoken communication, but a fun way to keep the members at the club anonymous.

There were forty participating men in the hall, and all security guards were on duty, watching from behind mirrored walls. That meant each security detail kept watch over the room, ensuring that each man remained safe. These things tended to end in a sex-orgy of some kind, so it was imperative each member was identified and had their hard-limits adhered to.

The room was set up with a functioning bar in one corner, a dance floor, and a few tables and chairs. But there was also a wall of wrist shackles, a few padded benches, a huge bed in one corner, and a padded rail, which had three naked men bent over it. Their wrists were bound and their asses were exposed, open, and willing. If anyone wanted a quick bareback fuck to take the edge off, they were ready. Like a normal bar might offer complimentary peanuts or water, this club offered a warm, already-prepped, and eager ass to fuck.

And men did.

They simply undid their breeches, pulled out their dicks and pumped a load into them.

It was an ice breaker of sorts, and it certainly set the atmosphere.

When someone stepped in behind one of them to fuck them, the other men stopped their conversations to watch. The men on the dance floor turned and looked on as well. And when the top was done, the other men just turned back to their conversations or dance partner.

Two of the men I had to watch ended up dancing with each other. A confident top with dark brown hair and thickset build had chosen a younger twinkish bottom with floppy black hair and pale skin to dance with. According to their membership details, they were both mostly vanilla, though the top liked to be a bit of a dominant daddy, and the bottom liked to be owned in the bedroom. A perfect match, and they found each other without any prompting or introduction.

They looked striking as they danced together. They were all hands, grinding hips, and deep kisses. The masks added to the flair, but they were hot to watch. Through the security audio, I could just make out their conversation. The top, whose name tonight was Ethan, turned the bottom around so he could watch a couple fucking in the corner. "Tell me, Anthony, do you like what you see?"

Anthony nodded, and Ethan put his hands on Anthony's hips and ground his dick against Anthony's ass.

"Is that what you're here for tonight?" Ethan asked him. "You want someone to fuck you like that?"

Anthony nodded again, though this time he smiled. "Yes."

"In public? Or in a private room?"

"I'm not opposed to other people watching."

Ethan smiled and placed a soft kiss on the back of Anthony's neck. "How many men tonight?"

Anthony turned in his arms and met his gaze. "One. I don't share."

Even with the mask, it was easy to see Ethan's surprise. A slow smile spread across his lips. "Is that so?"

"Yes. If that's a problem for you, it might be best to part company."

Ethan's smile grew wider. "Oh, that's no problem for me." He tilted his head curiously. "How many times in one night?"

"That depends on how good he is. If he knows how to fuck, it should be once, all night long."

Ethan threw his head back and laughed, but he tightened his hold on Anthony. He was clearly amused and enamored. " All night?"

Anthony granted him a small smile. "Yes. Starting with foreplay."

"And tell me, Anthony, when does this foreplay start?"

Anthony ran a hand over Ethan's ass and pulled their hips together. "It already has."

If Ethan thought for one minute he was in charge, he was very wrong. Anthony was leading this, there was no doubt about it.

Ethan looked as though he wanted to kiss Anthony, but he bit his lip instead. "And how long does this foreplay last?"

"Until I say."

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

Ethan ran his lips along Anthony's jaw. "You're very confident."

Anthony pulled back and looked Ethan squarely in the eyes. "Why wouldn't I be? If someone wants to bury their dick in my ass, they'll damn well earn the right to do it."

Ethan grinned at that. "I happen to find your confidence… very appealing."

"Am I a challenge to you?" Anthony asked.

"Of sorts," Ethan admitted. "I like that you make men earn it. But it's more than that. Most people would think you're arrogant?—"

Anthony stopped moving, cutting Ethan's words off. Anthony pulled back and shot him a dark look.

Ethan smiled and kept his arms around him. "But they'd be wrong. You're not arrogant. You know what you like. You make no apologies for it, because you don't need their approval to know your self-worth." Ethan ran his hands down over Anthony's ass and grinded their hips together. "And that's not arrogance. That's fucking hot."

Anthony smiled, seemingly pleased by this compliment, and they started to dance again. . They pressed their bodies together from thigh to chest, wrapped their arms around each other so not a sliver of light got between them.

Ethan pulled back a little and looked down at Anthony. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," Anthony whispered back, and when Ethan did, Anthony melted into him. I knew that feeling well. Of being kissed so perfectly, all you can do is melt. Anthony leaned into him, and Ethan being the taller of the two, held Anthony against him and kissed him for all his worth.

When they finally broke apart, I wondered if the power play had swapped sides. Anthony was dreamy-eyed and had kiss-swollen lips, and Ethan looked as though he knew damn well what he was doing kissing him like that.

But then Anthony slid a hand down between them and gripped Ethan's huge cock through his breeches. He was clearly packing some serious inches because Anthony glanced up at him, his eyes wide and hungry. "Fuck."

Ethan smiled knowingly. "Think you can take all of me?"

Anthony licked his lips. "Fuck yes."

"Do you want it now?"

Anthony shook his head slowly. "You haven't earned my ass yet."

Ethan groaned, a turned on and frustrated sound. He turned Anthony around so he faced another couple who were fucking over a padded bench. Ethan gripped Anthony's hips and pulled his ass against the ridgeline in his breeches. "Watch them," he whispered in Anthony's ear. He slowly rolled his hips. "They're really hot. But I can fuck you better than that."

Anthony's head fell back against Ethan's chest as he rocked his hips. He was hard now, a thick line of cock ran across his hip under his breeches. "Do you think so?"

"I know so." Ethan's voice was low and husky. "You'll be so full of cock you'll forget your own name."

Anthony moaned and rolled his hips, rubbing his ass over Ethan's cock.

"I'll be up to my balls inside you," Ethan told him. "And you'll love every fucking inch."

Anthony gasped, and Ethan gripped his hips harder. "Watch them fuck," Ethan told him, his lips at Anthony's ear. The couple on the padded bench had quite an audience now; the top straddled the bench and the bottom rode him, reverse cowboy. "He loves that dick in his ass," Ethan said, "see the look on his face when it slides in and out. But that's just a fuck. You know there's more than just fucking to the act of sex, right? It's about the whole body."

Anthony nodded, rubbing his ass over the front Ethan's breeches. "Do you want my whole body, or just my ass?"

Ethan smiled as he kissed Anthony's neck. "If you grant me permission, I will worship every inch of you."

Anthony swallowed hard.

"Do I have your permission?" Ethan asked. "Will you grant me your body?"

Anthony nodded, and Ethan spun him around and kissed him, hard. He wrapped his arms around him and I could see Ethan's tongue delve into Anthony's mouth. They kissed passionately where they stood on the dance floor, with wandering hands and rocking hips. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless.

"I want you on the bed," Ethan said. "That way I can maneuver your body and find the spots that turn you on."

Anthony bit his lip and nodded.

"And when I'm done with you, you'll be thoroughly fucked," Ethan murmured. He ran his hands up Anthony's sides, over his chest, up his neck, and held his face in both hands. Their mouths almost touching. "I'll fill you with so much cock and so much cum, and when I'm done, I'll fuck you some more."

Anthony's eyes closed and his body melted into Ethan's. "Yes."

Ethan kissed him deeply but softer this time. And when the kiss ended, Ethan took Anthony's hand and led him to the bed.

It was a king-sized centerpiece, with a supply of lubricants tossed onto the mattress—sturdy dark wood and a plain mattress fitted with a light protective cover that would be changed several times during the night. There was no other bedding. There was no need for them. This bed only had one purpose.

Anthony stood at the foot of the bed, facing the mattress, and Ethan stood behind him. He lifted up one of Anthony's arms so it bent over his head, then Ethan ran his hands over Anthony's chest, down to his slim waist, and grinded his cock against his ass. He kissed the back of Anthony's neck. "Turn around."

Anthony did.

One by one, Ethan undid Anthony's shirt buttons, like each one was more prized than the last. His chest was bare and pale, and Ethan's hands looked big and wide as they skimmed over the skin. Ethan thumbed Anthony's nipples and bent down to lavish the pebbled flesh in his mouth. Finishing with his nipple, Ethan kissed up to gently scrape his teeth along Anthony's collarbone.

Anthony's head fell back as he allowed himself to just feel, but his hands were now fists in Ethan's shirt. He was wanting now, pliable putty in Ethan's very capable hands.

Ethan roughly pushed Anthony's Elizabethan jacket down over his shoulders, and contradicted the harsh movement with the softest kiss to his lips. "Get on the bed."

Anthony let his jacket fall to the floor and sat on the edge of the mattress. He scooted back, his pupils blown wide and his lips swollen and wet. Ethan took one of his feet and carefully slid the costume shoe and sock off his foot, and with the same care, he removed the other shoe and sock as well.

Ethan took the foot he was still holding and sucked the big toe into his mouth. Anthony fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes. Wearing only the white breeches, his confined cock was more prominent now. He palmed his dick and gave himself a good squeeze.

"Don't," Ethan demanded. He planted a kiss to the arch of Anthony's foot and let his foot fall back to the bed. He crept up between Anthony's legs, almost prowling. "I will be the one to pleasure you. Your cock is mine." He batted away Anthony's hand and put his mouth over the bulge in his breeches.

Anthony moaned and rolled his hips. He writhed, desperate for more. Ethan slowly pulled down Anthony's breeches, exposing him to a room full of masked men. They had an audience now; men watched from where they stood as Anthony lay naked on the bed, and a still fully dressed Ethan knelt between his legs.

Anthony's cock rested heavily across his hip and Ethan licked it from balls to tip. Ethan skimmed his hands all over Anthony's body, trailing lines down his skin where his blunt fingers dug in. He took Anthony's cock into his mouth and sucked, and Anthony clutched the bed.

Ethan pulled off Anthony's cock before he came and found the lube. He slicked his fingers and pressed them to Anthony's ass. I couldn't see how many fingers, but Anthony's eyes went wide. "Oh, fuck!"

"You need to be ready for me," Ethan told him, working his fingers into him. "Not many men can take my cock, so I want you opened up." He thrust his fingers into him and gripped the base of his cock, pumping him while sucking on the head.

Anthony moaned loudly, shamelessly. He grasped blindly at the mattress as Ethan worked him over and over, and it wasn't long until he was bucking his hips, wanting more.

It was pretty clear the moment Ethan found Anthony's sweet spot, because he arched off the bed and cried out. "Fuck!"

The men watching reacted with him. "There it is!"

"Give it to him."

"Make him come."

"Fuck! Fuck!" Anthony cried, bucking his hips. He thrust his ass onto Ethan's fingers, and Ethan rewarded him by taking his cock into his throat.

Anthony came, hard. His cries were hoarse, grated with a pleasure, and his back arched off the bed. Ethan swallowed what he gave him, and when Anthony slumped back onto the bed, Ethan pulled his fingers out and leaned over him. He gripped his face and kissed him passionately, letting Anthony taste himself.

Anthony's hand came off the bed as though to touch Ethan, but his arm must have been too heavy or boneless, because he let it fall back to the bed. He was completely spent and pliant.

Ethan kneeled up, and satisfied the man beneath him was ready, he rolled him over like he weighed nothing. Anthony was now on his stomach, his thighs spread wide and Ethan kneeled between them. He was still fully dressed, and he simply reached into his breeches and pulled out his massive cock. The white material fit snug under his balls and his cock jutted out.

I'd seen a lot of cocks—in this club and in my own bedroom—but this was one of the biggest I'd had the pleasure of seeing. Easily nine inches long, it was thick, veiny, and a perfect mushroom head. A collective hum and moan from the men watching went around the room at the sight of his gorgeous cock. Almost everyone in the room was watching now.

Ethan smiled proudly as he poured lube over the shaft and he gave himself a few long pulls for show. Then he poured a generous amount of lube over Anthony's ass, again pushing his fingers inside, stretching him wider.

Ethan leaned over Anthony. "You sure you're ready for this?" Anthony answered by lifting his ass and moaning, so Ethan guided his huge cock to the waiting hole and slowly sunk inside.

Anthony gasped at the intrusion, but Ethan was nowhere near done yet. He pushed in farther and farther. Anthony cried out, his hands fisting the mattress cover. He pushed his forehead down into the bed and Ethan gripped his hips and pushed in some more.

"Oh fuck," Ethan said gruffly. "You can take me."

Anthony was past using words. The only sounds he could make were moans and gasps, a mix of pain and pleasure. Anthony was built so slender, Ethan's cock must have been so deep inside him, almost up to his belly. Yet he never flinched, he never pulled away.

Ethan stilled, giving Anthony a moment to adjust, but then he started to thrust. Slow at first and with a great show of self-control. He pulled his long cock out to the head, then slid back in, over and over again. Every time Ethan thrust in, Anthony would cry out, and the men watching would cheer.

"Fuck him."

"Yeah, give it to him."

"He loves it," one guy said. "Look at him lifting his ass for more."

Ethan leaned right over Anthony, laying his weight on his back, every inch of his cock buried in his ass. Anthony gripped the bed and stretched his shoulders, groaning loudly.

"You love my cock inside you, don't you?" Ethan rasped out.

Anthony still couldn't speak. His response was a keening sound.

Ethan rolled his hips, and Anthony cried out again. "Your ass is so fucking good," Ethan said. "God, you can take every inch of me." He ran his hands up Anthony's arms, kissed the back of his neck, and started to thrust harder now.

Anthony's legs spread wider, his toes curled, he gripped the mattress cover above his head and screamed, but he never said no. He never safeworded. He simply raised his ass and begged for more.

Ethan pulled back, and with his hands on Anthony's back, he looked down at where they were joined. "Fuck. I'm so far inside you. Your tight little ass takes every fucking inch of me." Ethan grunted with each thrust. "I'm gonna shoot my load in you," Ethan ground out.

Anthony moaned, finally finding the ability to speak. "Please."

Ethan slammed into him and threw his head back as he came. He roared as his whole body flexed and stilled, and Anthony moaned as Ethan filled him with cum.

The men in the audience all moaned with them, more turned on than before. Most palmed their dicks or someone else's, but they soon turned their attentions away from the men on the bed.

Ethan pulled out slowly, and gently turned Anthony onto his back. He quickly covered him with his own body, kissing him soundly. Anthony's arms went around him and his legs splayed out, and he kissed him back with equal fervor.

Then, in what was an unexpected turn of events, Ethan pulled away and gently helped Anthony off the bed. He tucked his softening cock back into his breeches and collected Anthony's clothes off the floor. He led him over to a quiet spot where I could hear their private conversation perfectly.

First, and without a word, Ethan helped Anthony dress. He went to his knees and held Anthony's breeches so he could easily step into them, then he helped him into his jacket and dutifully did up each button. "Do you feel okay?" he asked quietly.

Anthony smiled. "I feel good. Sore, but good."

Ethan's brow furrowed for a moment, but he continued to fasten the buttons. "This may be against your rules and I will understand if you say no, of course, but I have a hot tub at my house. You're more than welcome to use it. It will help with muscle relaxation."

Anthony froze. His immediate reaction was proof this request was not expected. "Um."

"I understand," Ethan said. "It was merely a suggestion." Ethan was clearly an educated man, and from his well-spoken and confident demeanor, I'd say he was an astute and wealthy businessman.

Anthony, on the other hand, looked like a pre-law grad student. Even under his mask, I could see the dubious look. "Why?"

Ethan's voice was quiet but still confident. "I think aftercare is important. I don't want you to be sore and sorry tomorrow."

Anthony smirked. "I think I'll be sore tomorrow regardless. You have a horse-dick."

"Well," Ethan amended, trying not to smile. "I don't want you to be sorry. And maybe we could talk?"

He looked up at Ethan and studied him for a long moment. "If I say yes to the spa, it doesn't mean I'll be some kept houseboy."

Ethan chuckled. "I wouldn't imagine with your smart mouth you'd be a kept anything. Unless that's something you're amiable to."

Anthony lifted his chin and stared at him for a long, unnerving minute. "What do you really want?"

"In my life outside of this club, I am rarely questioned or challenged. And you have a spark in your eyes that intrigues me," Ethan admitted softly.

"You like my smart mouth?" Anthony asked.

Ethan looked at Anthony's mouth. "Very much."

"It usually gets me into trouble."

"I bet it does."

It was clear Anthony was seriously considering the offer. "And after the hot tub, you expect me to believe you just want to talk?" Anthony asked.

"Or I can have you driven home," Ethan said. "Or, if you don't want me there at all, I can find somewhere else to be while you use the hot tub. Given the late hour, I have a guest room. You're more than welcome to sleep. My driver will take you anywhere you need to be in the morning."

"You have a driver?"

"Yes."

Anthony scoffed and shook his head. He didn't speak for a while, and Ethan made no move to fill the silence. He simply waited.

"You know," Anthony started, "I could report you to management for even suggesting we meet."

Ethan shook his head and put his hand up, palm forward. "My mistake. It was merely an errant thought. I didn't mean to offend you." He frowned as he stepped back. "Sorry."

Anthony bit his lip. "I have a class at nine," he said.

Ethan stopped, though he didn't turn around.

"Will we be done by then?"

Ethan looked at him then. "Not even close."

Anthony smiled. "Good."

Ethan's nostrils flared, and his eyes smoldered under the mask. But it was Anthony who spoke. "You have some work to catch up on, because you haven't earned the right to my ass for a second time yet."

Ethan smiled victoriously. He didn't have to say anything. The words "challenge accepted" were written all over his face. He simply took Anthony's hand and led him through the room of now mostly-naked men, not stopping once as they found the exit.

I half wanted to go after them, to ask if I could watch their next encounter, but I couldn't.

Instead, my eyes were drawn to another couple of men, one strapped by his hands to the wooden cross, completely unable to move, and the naked man behind him fucking him like he owned him.

I sat back in my chair and enjoyed the rest of the show.