12

Lying in bed, the silence during my final night in this home is deafening. Tossing and turning took up the majority of an hour but I'm too wound up. The cause is the excitement of the beginning of my adventure tomorrow. I sit up on the side of my bed and sigh. If I hadn't promised to have morning coffee with Elle, I would take off right now.

My phone is on the bedside table charging. I finally give in and grab it to read the messages from Mac.

"Hey, man. This is Mac. I'm in town for a meeting. Let's hook up later tonight. We can get a beer or something. Hit me up."

I debate on a reply before beginning to type. "Hey. Sorry for the late reply. Busy today."

Hearing from him has had me on edge all evening. It's still strange that he was able to find me. The bubble of his typing pops up, intriguing me and I'm anticipating his reply. I do like him but have reservations about our interactions. I had worked hard to block it out of my mind. It wasn't until he messaged me that those emotions came to the surface again. I should avoid him but now that we're in contact, the desire I felt is back.

"Too busy to talk to me, huh? Wanna meet up and fuck? I know a safe place we can go."

Men are far simpler conversationalists than females. They don't fuck around with getting directly to the point. I chuckle and my cock twitches with life for the first time in six months. The stress of life had practically made me dead below the waist. There's something about Mac that causes my body to react. After a few moments, I reply, "Sure. When and where?"

I know I shouldn't but maybe meeting with him is exactly what I need. A release for not only my body but a break from reality. Once I meet with him, I know it'll close yet another door. Sadly, there's something about this man that sets me on fire, giving me more pause and reason to stay away, but I can't deny my needs any longer.

He sent me an address and requested that I meet him there in an hour. After our short conversation, I shower, paying close attention to cleaning my genital area and shaving. I want to smell good for him. There's nothing worse than going down on a guy with sweaty ball and dirty asshole stench. I dress in loose-fit jeans and a black tee. I shove some condoms in my pocket and spray myself with cologne before leaving.

The directions took me straight into the questionable part of downtown. Past all the street lights and local businesses. The area I find myself in is more of an abandoned district that houses several rundown apartment buildings and old mills. According to my phone, the location is a block away from where I parked. Cautiously, I make my way toward an old brick building that was built in the nineteen thirties. I refer back to my messages with Mac and he instructed that I use the back door and knock three times.

I make my way around to the back to a loading dock area. There's a single door. There are zero signs of life, which puts me on edge. That's when I realized I'd made an error. In my excitement to see Mac again, I've forgotten my gun in my bedside table drawer. "Fuck," I groan and debate going back home to get it. I knock and wait. A few minutes later, the door opens. The rusty henges screech in protest and I see a burly man standing there. He's intimidating enough as he scans me up and down with a glare before stepping to the side and allowing me to enter.

I step past him into a large open area. It's the loading and offloading bay for the textile mill that used to operate there many years ago.

"Never been here before?" he asks me in a booming deep voice.

I scan the area nervously and look back at the doorman. "Ummm, no. I'm supposed to meet someone here."

"Everyone is," he states deeply and points to another door. "Go through there and head to the left."

"Thanks," I push open the door.

"Enjoy."

"Yeah," I reply and push through the door and discover a faintly lit hallway with a door at the end. I cautiously open that door and reveal a room full of men. It is a bar setting where people are drinking and conversing. Half-naked men saunter about the room, flirting and doing lap dances. I make my way over to the bar and I'm greeted by a handsome man dressed in nothing but a simple white apron.

"Ohhh, hello there, sexy. You're new. What can I get ya, sweetie?"

"Actually, I'm supposed to meet someone here."

He smiles adorably, "Well, there are plenty of someones here. Take your pick."

I smile back, "He said he has a room reserved."

"Ah, I see." He points to his right. "Through that door, darlin'."

"Thanks," I make my way over the door but not before I'm stopped by a man in a white Speedo. His adequate dick is bulging and extremely defined through the stretchy fabric. "Hey, baby. Wanna have some fun?"

I smile, "I appreciate the offer but I'm meeting someone."

"Maybe he'd like some company. I give a mean massage," he offers with a hopeful smile.

I chuckle., "I'm sure you do. I'll run it by him."

He winks, "I'll be waiting."

I open the door to yet another long hallway. I could've never imagined myself creeping along dimly lit halls but Mac's invitation to a seedy underground fuck den intrigued me. Though I've heard about these locations, I've never been to such a place. Keeping my right hand on the wall and with unsure footing, I rounded a corner. There are several velvet-covered doors but no sounds can be heard coming from behind them. Not long after, I finally found what felt like the shape of a door frame. "Fifth door to the right," I whisper and take a deep breath, preparing myself before giving the knob a turn. It makes zero sound as it opens and I step into the unknown. Inside, I gently close the door behind me and take in the scene. The room is dimly lit with a single red light bulb. There's a round bed in the center of the room and what seem to be multiple sex toys hanging on the walls. In one corner, suspended from the ceiling is a sex swing. Before I know what's happening, I'm aggressively shoved onto the bed and pinned down by a muscular body.

Fear rushes through me and I attempt to fight against the strong grip restraining me. "I finally got you where I want you," Mac whispers gruffly in my ear, settling me quickly. I look over my shoulder and he's exactly as I remember him. He allows me to flip over and my body is nothing but a pool of heat while he grinds his body against mine. The way he flirts with me, taunting me is bittersweet. I've waited too long for this moment to ultimately arrive. Now that I'm here, I'm not denying a single moment or touch. After a tense few seconds, I aggressively grip his face in my hands and we finally kiss. His wild flavor and scent are as I remember. He pulls away, pins my hands down, and grins. I release a playful chuckle. "Tonight, you'll receive everything you deserve," he says, exciting me with the thought. I don't make a habit of having random wild hookups but with Mac, it's on a different level. Maybe Elle is right and I could have a future with him.

"Everything?"

"Absolutely." He thrusts against me.

He releases his grip and kisses me. My hands drift between us and I don't hesitate to unbutton his jeans and slowly pull down the zipper, revealing the thin fabric of his boxers. I slip my hand into the slit of the shorts, finally taking his cock into my hand. He's already hard for me. He pulls out of the kiss again and I watch his eyes close as he savors my stroking touch.

"I want to taste you," I confess softly. He smiles and lifts himself from my body and stands at the edge of the bed. Eager, I move to sit on the edge and I draw in his masculine scent. Precum is already seeping from his tip. With his fingers gripping my hair, I know he wants the very thing I'm craving. He releases a slight deep groan as I begin to stroke him slowly again, teasing him. I've never had a cock this thick, nor one pierced. Drool pools in my mouth, anticipating the job I have before me.

One hand releases my hair and Mac takes over the stroking, touching my lips with the head. "Is this what you want?" he asks gruffly. And slaps my face with the length gently. "Well? It's this what you're after?"

I peer up at him, not seeing any features through the darkness. "Yes," I whisper, feeling my cock grow as I stroke myself through my jeans. "Fuck my mouth." Eager to please him, I lick slowly around the head. He holds the base and with his tight hand in my hair, he shoves my face down onto him, gagging me for a few seconds before backing away. Drool drips from my mouth before he does it again. His aggressive motions make my cock ache for release. I try to focus on the task but can't help but gag and choke against his cock as he face-fucks me. I'm quick to unbutton my jeans and release the painful throbbing behind the tight denim. As drool falls from my mouth, it hits my cock, giving me a smooth stroke.

He grips my hair tightly again and yanks my head back and teases his slick cock against my hungry lips, and slaps them hard with the head before thrusting back inside. My oxygen has depleted and I pull away the best I can to catch my breath before he grips my head again and pounds into the back of my throat. The slipping sounds and gagging seemed to excite him even more. I attempt to touch him but he slaps my hands away while continuing to assault my face. I keep my hands on my sex, teasing myself nearly to completion. I need to cum in the worst way but I'm in no hurry to end our time together. I've waited too long.

There's something about his hostility that excites and terrifies me, but I need more. Maybe if I match his energy, I'll get what I want. I slap his hands away, pull back, and stand before him. Our cocks touch. He holds me off and grips my throat, pausing all movement while we catch our breath. Then he covers my mouth with his for another passionate embrace. It's divine on so many levels. He seems settled but I'm wrong. He grabs me tightly, spins me around, and shoves me to my knees onto the bed. I don't attempt to get away as he positions himself behind me and pulls my jeans down, exposing my naked ass. Then I hear the plastic of a condom wrapper.

After a moment, my mouth is invaded with his fingers. "Spit," he demands and shoves his fingers deeper, making me gag and drool. He then slaps his sopping hand against my sensitive opening before shoving the tip of his cock inside me. "Wait."

"Shut up!" My jaw and entire body clinched as he entered me roughly. He shoves my head down, thrusting my ass up even higher while driving into me.

"Oh, fuck," I moan and reach down to stroke my cock.

He grunts while now thrusting in and out of my tight hole. "You like that cock in your ass, don't you?"

I pant, "Yes." His thrust became harder and faster, stroking my pleasure zone. I haven't been this hard in my entire life. "Harder," I beg. He complies but pounding against me, thrusting me forward. My hand moves faster and my balls tighten as our perspiring bodies collide. My entire body shakes with waves of ecstasy. "Yes. Cum inside me."

He released a deep grown and my hand pumps faster. I bite my lip to keep quiet as my completion splats against the bed. Buried deeply, he grips my hips tightly as he releases. We both take a moment to catch our breath before he exits my body, leaving me stretched and empty. He backs away and I hear him cleaning himself up and the zipper of his jeans slides up.

With shaking legs, I stand and adjust myself. I chuckle and face him, "That was wild. I wasn't expecting it to go so fast but whatever." He doesn't reply while staring at me blankly. "Mac? Is everything all right?" I ask curiously and my smile fades. "Mac?"

Suddenly, his strong hand slaps down onto my shoulder and he strikes me in the gut. The force throws me into his body and I gasp for air. His fist pulls away and the blade he's holding slices me even more. I'm breathless and in shock as he stabs me again. I grab his hand and try to shove him away. He stabs me again. I grow weak and stumble, toppling to the floor. "Dirty fuckin' faggot."

I whisper through the shooting pain in my gut, "Why?" I cry.

He smirks, "We've been watching you for a long time, Holden. Iron Dragons never forgive." He then kicks me in the ribs before spitting in my face and stomping my head. "Rat fuck!" he growls.

I can't fight the tears from flowing and I mumble but I can't form words to plead with my attacker.

He laughs, stomps my head again, and I hear the crunch of my skull. My entire body goes limp and unable to move.

"P…plea…se," I mumble through swollen lips and a broken jaw. Blood pours from my mouth.

He kicks me in the face before straddling me. His knife-wielding hand thrusts above him, "Maximus Gains sends his regards." His hand falls and darkness invades me.

THE END