When Dawn Breaks

That night, freshly showered and changed into loose-fitting slacks and collared shirt, Steven entered the club. The place wasn’t big by any means. In fact, the design was rustic like a refitted room in a warehouse. The walls were exposed brick, the illumination colored lights that didn’t give much more than a dull glow—enough to get around in without killing oneself. All the furniture which was New Age design was thrown into shadows. Even if most of the patrons didn’t wear masks, no one was likely to clearly identify anyone else.

With his mask in place, Steven paused just inside the door and scanned the room. His seeking gaze came upon the pipe stretching overhead from one corner of the room to another. Walls that didn’t reach the ceiling sectioned off a few small cubicles. Inside each were cushioned footrest type pieces and a table. Other devices could be rolled in. But Steven and his two men never required much, just something to bind Steven’s wrists to the pipe and plenty of condoms.

To his knowledge, he used the same two men every time he came. He’d never had to explain what he wanted after the first time, and from their heights and builds, he knew them well.

Steven crossed the room and began stripping. No one was shy about revealing their bodies here. They were all after the same thing. Some liked to watch, and he didn’t mind. Once his men touched him, he forgot everyone else anyway. The two weren’t here yet, so he took his time folding his clothes and placing them on the shelf. After that was done, he checked his cell phone messages. The email he sent off to a private box had been responded to earlier. Both would be there. He was lucky that they always agreed to come at a moment’s notice. Then again, it was Steven who needed time to heal after they met.

While he tucked his phone away, a bill slipped out of his pocket and fell on the floor. He sighed in annoyance and bent to retrieve it, not focusing on the fact that his bare ass was poised for everyone to get a good look.

A smack on his cheek made him pop up and spin around. His partners had arrived. Steven went stock still and waited. Then the man closest to him, the one he called Dark in his mind, yanked him close and invaded his mouth with a harsh kiss. Steven submitted right away. He closed his eyes, enjoying Dark’s touch.

Dark was the rougher of the two, the one who brought tears to Steven’s eyes in the most satisfactory of ways. He was the one to command Steven to bend over and take it while he spanked him or pumped into him until he felt faint.

The other man Steven called Light. Not that Light was much less hard on him than Dark was. Steven had adopted the name because he didn’t know his partner’s real name and because this one had the fairest blond hair Steven had ever seen. The fact that there was a light sprinkling of it over his strong thighs and at his crotch let Steven know it was natural. He liked it.

When Light stepped out from behind Dark, Steven’s heart raced. They were proud and big. Behind their masks, their eyes swept Steven’s naked form from head to foot, and the fronts of their pants reflected how turned on they were at the site of him.