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“Enjoy your present, Freddy! And you must tell us all about it later!” the group giggled and exchanged excited looks with each other. Exhausted Frederick feigned some resemblance of an enthusiastic smile, throwing himself into the room and slamming the door if only to escape his boisterous and drunk friends. He locked the door, sighing in a moment’s peace. His head was pounding.
They had led him through the bowels of the old establishment, down some stairs to where the less than legal “private suites” had been arranged. Frederick felt bad that his friends had put a lot of money down for this unwanted luxury, and wished he could’ve traded places with any one of them. Resting his head against the door, he wished he could just go home to the comfort of his bed or his computer screen – surely he had work to do. Such pressures stressed him out, only increasing the charming worry lines on his forehead.
“Would you like some champagne?” A dark voice spoke up, causing Frederick to nearly leap out of his skin. He even yelped a bit and turned around, blinking furiously. The mysterious voice chuckled, and through a haze of dimly lit cigarette smoke the singer could be seen, propped up fashionably on a bed with many pillows. Everything was characteristically decorated in red silk and black lace, but the man was still in his bondage get-up, only the thong had been put back on. Those blue eyes gazed languidly at him and Frederick shuddered with chills, dawdling at the door, speechless and red-faced.
“No. I’ve had too much to drink.” Frederick stammered, looking in every which direction.
“Obviously you haven’t, to make such a statement,” the singer laughed mellifluously, gesturing to the side-table, “But, be a doll and pour me some. I’ve twisted my ankle.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…” Frederick blushed and moved awkwardly to the table, twisting open a bottle of champagne with a naive difficulty. He managed it and poured a glass, handing it off cautiously to the man, who was previously occupied with nursing his bare white ankle.
“Thanks love,” the man smiled, taking the champagne to sip on it nobly, “Don’t worry. Such an injury will not prevent me from servicing you tonight.”
“Oh.” Frederick fiddled nervously, “That won’t be necessary.”
“Why, are you on your period?” the man scoffed with a deviant grin.
“No. I just don’t want to.”
“How insulting.” The man mused duly, although seemingly ambivalent to any offense.
“I just recently came out and my friends… overreacted.” Frederick blushed, sitting warily in a gaudy armchair adjacent to the bed.
“Congrats! But really, you don’t have to be so noble. Surely there’s something inside of you that wants to fuck me.”
“I want to have sex with someone I love.”
“Pah. We’re not having sex – we’re fucking. There’s a difference.”
“No there isn’t – it’s the same.”
“What’s your name?”
“Frederick.”
“Frederick. Right. Dearest Frederick, this –“ the man gestured widely to the room, “Is fantasy. Make believe. Pretend. Play. And, occasionally, therapy.”
“But… I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Ethan Alexander Ross. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now take off your clothes.”
“No, I… I’ve never been with another man before,” Frederick whimpered, panicky.
“Ahhh… Well. Tell me to take off my clothes, control-freak,” Ethan laughed lightly.
“I cannot do that.”
“Of course you can, Master.”
“Don’t call me master…”
“Tell me, there must be something.”
“There’s not anything.”
“Trust me, the quiet, shy types are always the most erotic lovers. Deep down inside, I know you want to be on top – to be in power. People like you have never been in power their entire life – everything’s been safe. But you’re safe in your mind, which is where you retreat to. You get… ideas. Thoughts. Fantasies. Tell me, Frederick, what turns you on?” Ethan’s voice drifted through the room seductively. He placed his champagne on a table, writhing about the bed like a cat. He came to look at Frederick upside down, unconscious of how his slender, feminine physique twisted and was displayed to its best advantage.
“I like… pain.” Frederick finally admitted sheepishly.
“And however did you arrive at this conclusion?” Ethan asked pragmatically.
“When I watch movies… You’re supposed to like the sex scenes, but… whenever the main character gets injured… I get this weird feeling in my chest…” Frederick shifted uncomfortably, but Ethan smiled softly.
“Instruct me.”
“But… I’ll look like a fool.”
“If I laugh you can punish me. At least give it a try.”
“Why are you so willing – isn’t life for a whore supposed to be miserable?” Frederick exclaimed at last, fearful of engaging in any sexuality. Ethan laughed loudly, rolling over with a fiendish smirk.
“You’re an idiot. Now, come on. You’ll warm up to it.”
“Get that.” Frederick sighed, defeated, and pointed towards a large vibrator sitting a desk, along with various other toys.
“Original.” Ethan smirked, rolling his eyes. He stepped from the bed and immediately withdrew his breath, swaying as his ankle racked with pain. He glanced at Frederick, who was looking uncomfortable. “Ouch.” Ethan crooned, taking his time to hobble painfully across the room, the jerky movements making him appear weak and feeble. With each limp the flesh across his ass rippled a little, his expression lightly agonized, lips drawn apart in a soft “Oh”.
With every step on the pained foot Frederick felt his heart patter. He shifted, finally allowing himself to watch Ethan directly. The helplessness of this delicate man, the way his face contorted slightly, it produced a tingling sensation from within Frederick’s chest. A feeling of… excitement? As if he finally had some sort of power. Frederick entertained the idea. Maybe Ethan was right. Maybe in this hell-hole beneath the End, there could exist a suspension of belief. And, it wasn’t as if Frederick would be touching him – in fact, Frederick was quite sure he would never see this man ever again… He was horny. There was no harm in that.
“You ever used one of these before?” Ethan picked up the large vibrator in his hands and toyed with it as easily as a pencil. He hobbled back to the bed, swinging it about before splooshing some lubricant on it.
“No.”
“Tch. You must be tight.”
“Shut up and lie down!” Frederick cried, irate.
“Hey-hay! Now that’s the spirit!” Ethan laughed and tossed himself onto the bed enthusiastically. Frederick glared at him, hot with frustration.
“Take off your… underwear and use it.” Frederick commanded.
“Oh, don’t be such a novice. I know you’re more creative than that…” Ethan sighed, pulling off his underwear. Arching his back slightly, Ethan eased the device inside of his asshole, animating his expressions for Frederick’s viewing pleasure. The vibrator stretched him, pressing deeper and deeper inside. Frederick stared, quite startled by what he saw, and how much it turned him on. Ethan moaned lightly, pushing the device further in. Frederick blinked and wondered how far it would go, luckily, Ethan stopped soon.
“Turn it on,” Frederick breathed, on the end of his seat, eyes wide on his subject. Ethan’s gaping mouth smiled slightly as he flicked the switch, a dull buzzing causing his body to convulse. His toes gripped at the sheets along with his hands, knees jerking up as the vibrator worked inside his ass. He moaned and panted, cock erecting ever so nicely. But it was his agonized expression that made Frederick’s own cock jerk – those low, plaintive moans...
“Oh, Frederick, oh Frederick!” Ethan’s sarcastic cries doused Frederick in a flame of fury – how dare that slut mock him, him a reputable person! A college grad!
“Shut up! I’m not the one naked with a stick up my ass!” Frederick growled, which only made Ethan laugh harder.
“Oh, come on. Do you like my little acting skills or are you going to do something that will really make me scream?” Ethan challenged, looking up at Frederick boldly.
“Fine! I’ll show you what I’m capable of you… you… you slut!”
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