The story of a kinky connection told from both men's perspectives by new author Marcism.
A Journey of Two Halves – Part 1
By Marcism
Series: A Journey of Two Halves
Matt
Bloody hell..here we go again I suppose, thought Matt, recently single AGAIN! Why was it so hard to keep a man these days, I blame the internet too much choice, always thinking what’s around the corner, too many on display, too many that want to ‘meet now’, couldn’t blame the ex I suppose – he was never very good at keeping it in his pants, but jeez telling me he didn’t feel he could commit..WTF! What’s a year-long relationship then! I thought we were committed!
Sucks right I sit here thinking, here I am 24, single, good looking….I don’t think I’m a bad catch at all, originally from Australia, 6ft 2, nice mop of hair, brown eyes, good body. No I am not the typical Australian surfer dude but never had trouble in getting someones eye, a glance across the room, the smile. I came to the UK on a visa looking for work with big dreams of meeting and settling down with someone, man there had been a few when I first arrived, I suppose I was guilty of choice back then too.
But now here I am waiting, searching…damn it, what was missing! Where did it go wrong? It was Saturday night, no date, and nothing but timewasters online, I’m horny as hell. The feeling of just being hard and walking around with a semi most of the day was getting old. Yeah a wank, free porn could sort me out but hell I need someone tonight.
Previous lovers pop in and out of my head, scanning my own history - which was the hottest, who made me hard just thinking about them, I remember Simon, man he was hot. Tall, sharply dressed, slightly nerdy with short hair. Ah but man when you got him naked there he was – firm, muscular, with that longing and look in his eyes, he could have easily modelled.
Yeah good times – the sex was pretty hot, those times when you first get together and cant keep your hands off each other. A random thought, a scene I remember… the time he got the handcuffs out, jeez that was scary, I thought NO WAY are you doing that. But we had been together a few times so what the hell right. Damn it was wild, handcuffed to the bed; he explored every inch of me and made me explore every inch of him. Denied the right to cum when I wanted, and when he stroked my cock it was hard, so hard - I don’t think I could recall a time that my cock was like that – was it bigger? I thought so and the smirk on his face was insane. Damn I struggled I kinda liked it but his tongue was driving me wild and all I could think about was taking him hard and fast. It was frustrating, horny, loved it, hated it all at the same time… when Simon finally let me cum, I came, man did I explode with such force that I swear some of my cum shot past my head and hit the post where my hands were securely fastened.
Yeah good times – maybe that’s what I need, a hot man, some cuffs and just good old fashioned sex for the sake of just having sex, giving the control to someone else, could I do that? Not sure, could I trust someone as a one off? Fuck it..lets push some fucking boundaries here, I need something different fed up with the carousel I’m on.
I jumped online, tapping fetish scene, cuffs into the search engine, wow what a bloody list this is gonna take forever! Thinking of the bars and the gay scene in town I run a search of fetish clubs, well there are a couple. A few miles away won’t take me long. I notice most have quite a strict dress code Shit! what do I wear? I don’t exactly have leather chaps laying around; Hmmmm looking through the selection, well this is may work, I quickly pull out the skinny jeans and the white t-shirt, boots..ok good to go I think – fuck it if they turn me down, ill head to the place down the road, filled with cheap pop music and the carousel ill get on for the night.
Shit man – I’m nervous, could I really do this, go out, pull someone in the hope they will drain me like Simon did a year ago. Fuck it Matt; just go with the flow I say to myself, you can do this, what the hell I am nervous about. I’ve done bigger things I just have to walk in.
Yep…fuck it..I’m going out.
Roger
What’s wrong with me…why do I feel like this? After a lifetime of being a master this shit should be easy! But something was missing lately. I can do this with my eyes closed; I have played the game for over a decade. How the fuck do I get into a subs head space and so god damn hard to explore my own …the boy groaned again, I’m thinking ‘shut the fuck up’ as I notch up the rack 2 more notches. “You enjoy that boi” I say, “yes Sir”, “thank you sir” – typical! same response as all the others. I could read the scene perfectly I know what he wants next and I know when I’m going to deliver it.
I have been a master successfully for over a decade, a string of clients and not as many lovers, most couldn’t handle the scene for too long, hell I even wrote and submitted stories once. I have been serviced by many different types over the years, I didn’t really have a preference my preference was getting a boi and making him serve.
As I stood back looking at the boi stretched out on the rack, I should be feeling elated, horny, wanting this, but I know how this is going to end already. He was good looking though, young, 28 years old from his profile, toned and tanned he was a perfect male specimen. Not completely hairless a small tuft leading to his cock and balls, and a few hairs around his nipples and a shadow of hair across his tight and muscular chest.
Well he was naked now and his cock was firmly hard, twitching, wanting my touch. I grabbed the thin leather rope and tied his balls, he squirmed, pulled the end of the rope to the hook on the rack between his feet and stretched…his moans getting louder, his cock was throbbing while his balls went darker, after securing the strap, I went to work on his nipples – yes I know how this is going to end.
Gag in… let’s leave him there for a bit struggling, pleading with his eyes, begging almost with his look and the way his body tried to arch up from the wood of the rack for me to end the torture, let him cum he says without saying a word.
“You want to cum boi” the pleading through the mumbled gag told me what I already knew. Yes I was hard (ish) I should be harder! What’s going on here – for a while this feeling had been building up in me a dissatisfaction of being in demand - a top, I knew I needed something – got to keep it going, I have done so many scenes in my time, that nothing really was driving me to be a better Dom, not like it used to ten years ago.
An hour later I let the boi cum. We did the same scene that I have played a hundred times. “Thank you sir. That was amazing” as he slipped on his Vans. “No problem, I’m glad you liked”. “I would love to do that again sir” he says pulling on his jacket and swinging his bag over his shoulder. “Anytime” I say, as he left, yes I thought like all the others, will not see him again.
The night was ripe, a good evening. I need to walk, think clearer, and try to feel what I need. Just go for a walk see where I end up, maybe ill head into town - a few beers. I will not pull though tonight, I will not even look. Perhaps if I go to the ‘Rush’ club again. I bet the crowd there was different now, most if not all my friends having moved on over the years, I wonder if anyone will even remember me? Could be fun I think! Go there a stranger with none of the “Hi’s” and “How are you” that I had to go through before.
Yes a walk, a beer and a good time to clear the head.
Yes I’m going out.
Matt
As he walked towards the club, he could spot the queue from far across the road. Great, this gonna take ages -but your here now Matt, he said to himself. All in all, the club didn’t actually look that bad, wasn't seedy, hidden in the back street. The venue was lit up well with the flashing neons causing reflections across the road in front.
I joined the queue, oh well here goes. Either ill stand here for 30 mins and be turned away, or I’ll just bottle it and leave.
Well the queue was interesting, not least for the characters that were standing all around me. Some dressed like they lived the lifestyle every waking moment. Jeez I feel dressed down, there is no way they are letting me in to this place.
The chit chatter of the queue was loud, a quiet nervousness, and excitement all rolled into a chant. Looking around yeah there was a good mix here, from the couples and what he deemed to be like him, single, looking....
The queue moved forward, a few let in; some guy turned away, I was quick to check what he was wearing, jeans, trainers a hoodie. He looked cute, but cute didn't do it here. Fuck it! If I don't get in I’lll just go somewhere else.
As I stood here feeling more and more anxious that's when I saw him. Man, this guy was smart, wearing a very sharp tailored suit, which seemed to cling to every muscle in his body. He had this aura just the way he walked which just radiated confidence and a kind of ‘I don't give a fuck attitude’. Matt lent forward hoping to get even a small glance of his face.
Deeply contoured, dark hair, a slight tan, considering the shit weather he must have been away recently, he imagined him half naked somewhere, ordering some poor boy to fetch his drinks.
For fuck sake Matt, get a grip! One guy sends your thought racing into fantasises that don't exist, get real! This guy wouldn't look at me twice, way out of my league.
But there he was completely avoiding the queue. He must know that bouncer some words were being exchanged, cheeky fucker I thought slightly jealous, didn't get in line like the rest of us.
Then he looked right at me, this man in the suit and stared, he was sure, was he looking at me?
It must have been all of five seconds, but he was definatley a hunter cause he made me feel like prey.
Roger
I took my time to walk around the town, no rush. Was good to get out and feel the sights and sounds of the city. The excitement of a Friday night, the unknown. Well it had been a while since he felt like that. 19 when he moved to the city, and man did he enjoy every second back then.
A giggling couple walked past him, good looking pair he thought – he is so doing you tonight, that is if you all do not over do it on the drink, and end up in the gutter. Too many with a false sense of confidence these days. But there young we had all been there right?
Wasn't far now from the club, memories keep flooding in of being young and visiting this place...good times.
There it was, seemed they had done the place up a bit, bright lights decorated the outside of the club and the neon lights flashed their dance over and over again, reflecting off the pavement and creating the illusion that the club stretched beyond its walls.
Well, well there was George still on the door, man he still looked good what was he a hundred? He still looked huge and intimidating, I thought of the time we played once and remeber how he cried after, not through pain but absolute joy. Ah yes George its quite clear in my memory, I wonder if he would remember me.
As I got nearer to the club, over to the left the queue was quite long and wide already, full of eager boys...a vision entered my mind of a massive cage filled with these boys all locked up, released perhaps one by one to their fate inside.
George looked around. “Roger, oh my god Roger”, “Where have you been ain't seen ya in ages”.
“Hello George, how are you”?
“Good good man, still ‘ere ain't I”.
“So what you doing back ‘ere then”? “Looking for some fun”? I had to check the double meaning in his voice. Did he mean me and him? “Ah you know George on a journey down memory lane. Don't tell me now you're gonna put me in the queue”?
As I glanced over at the queue I saw him. Innocent. Fresh. Oh my what a vision. T-shirt, jeans and boots, a face so handsome it gave me a slight tingle. Visions of cruelty, pleasure and pain jumped through my head in quick succession.
But he wasn't getting in dressed like that.
“George, see the fellow in the t-shirt, can you let him in”? What was I doing, I didn't come out for this, but I couldn't help it, the urge was strong...the innocent look in his face just needed to be corrupted. My cock twitched.
“Haha ain't no prob mate, you seen some ‘ink ya like”?
“You could say that George” I said. “Yeah well you go ‘ave fun mate”, Pete still runs the joint he’ll be pleased ya back”.
“Thank you George, hope to see you again soon”. Fuck you I thought two can play double meanings, the look passed and George smiled and turned around. “NEXT” he shouted, “’ere let’s have a look at you then...arms up” as George started to pat the boys down I thought lucky bastard prob one of the best jobs in the world.
The boy in the t-shirt was next.
The club was brighter than expected and from what I remember, a few coats of paint and some new fixtures it does do wonders I thought.
The entrance was large with enough room to bypass those putting their coats in the cloakroom. The lockers and changing area were to the left of the cloakroom and all the newbies ran downstairs to get changed into their leather and rubber. Some things never change I suppose.
Walking to the bar I ordered a double brandy and scanned the scene, many years ago I was like a lion watching the zebra, although never looking for the weakest, I sought out the strongest the best looking, the ones I knew I could break.
Scanning the savannah, I thought not much to be excited about. My mind drifted to that boy outside though hmmmm something about him couldn’t shake the image of him wrapped in chains. I cannot wait for him to get in here.
Matt
Oh god I’m next, the bouncer I think was turning so many away or what it seemed like to me. Ain’t no way I am getting in.
“NEXT step forward” the bouncer demanded. I just stared ahead a little, Keep it together. “Arms up”, I did as I was told. His great big hands started patting me down; I swear he took longer over my chest. Next my thighs; and pressed hard against the jeans, then down to my ankles.
“Ok go through”, “thanks” I said…”lucky fucker” he whispered, I think that’s what he said, and what the fuck did he mean? Lucky to get in I suppose.
I went through to the foyer, no jacket to hang in the cloakroom, shit! maybe I should of brought one, it was getting a bit cold, gonna be colder later and already my nipples were pushing against the cotton.
Fuck matt, just get a drink, head forward get straight to the bar. Over to the left was that guy from outside. Fuck he looks hot! Jeez Matt get a grip. “Yes mate what do you want” said the barman, half naked, body to die for – did these guys ever pull anyone? I couldn’t imagine working here half naked and not getting pulled and fucking every night.
“Pint please mate”, and off he bounced. About a minute later he passed over the drink. The pint was good, cold and refreshing, it was a good distraction. Ignore the guy next to you; ignore the guy I kept saying in my head. Man I swear I could smell him from here, he smelt good, I can imagine licking his arms, his fingers, shit just walk away.
The club was busy; the crowd in heaving motions to the heavy house beats that came from the huge speakers aligned in succession along the walls, the lights casting a mesmerizing dance across a sea of hands and heads themselves,. As I walked, I felt like on show, some guys looked at me from head to toe; checking me out, thinking what was under the clothes. The array of characters in here was incredible, the costumes was like being in a fancy dress Halloween ball with me as a treat and there were surely some tricks in here. God I felt dressed down.
I found a stool not too far from the dance floor, sit, drink, keep looking around, dam this is bad, what the fuck was I thinking coming here, out on my own. I look desperate. Ill finish this drink maybe have a second and leave, this was a bad idea.
Roger
I watched him order his pint, he looked nervous I thought the drink he ordered he was going to drink fast. Out of all the zebras, he was what I had in my sights; he didn’t know it – yet! Like most prey he didn’t even know he was being hunted.
I watched him walk and look around taking the sights of the club in, yes he was new, and something about that made him so much more attractive.
I watched him as he took a seat, he’ll have one more and leave probably. He was so exposed it was hard to not jump him, wrap the rope around that neck and just take him now.
Matt
Ok one more and I’m leaving this was a bad idea; I’m so dressed down I look like I’ve come into the wrong place. Get another drink. “Can I have another pint please” didn’t get any attention as the bar staff did their dance to all the bigger blokes in here. “Excuse me”, “hey”, “you”. Nope, no good, try to make myself taller, I thought ever notice that at bars we all stand on our toes, like making us taller gets us served quicker. Nope, shit ill have to make my round the bar.
Roger
I hadn’t taken my eyes off him, I think if anyone talks to him I am going have to stop that straight away, he will be mine, the more I looked at him the more I wanted him. I did not come out for this, but here it was, far too tempting. I watched him as he struggled to get the attention from the bar staff, poor sod getting ignored, squashed between two bears and some other characters he was.
I think I see my opportunity.
Matt
Ok fuck this, I’m just gonna leave. As I headed back to the entrance he was just there, in front of me. Almost blocking the way he was, almost.
“Hello” he said, “erm Hi” not really looking directly at him. “Looks like you were struggling a bit there”? “Eh, oh yeah can’t get a drink at all, I’m prop just gonna go, thanks”. Shit! What was I thanking him for?
“Here let me get you a drink” he said, “its ok mate, no bother”, “listen, I do not often buy drinks for anyone, so let me get you a drink, if you still want to leave after then you can”.
I wanted to drop to my knees there and then I think; something in his voice was captivating. His eyes were green, a deep green and fucking great skin. The shirt under the suit was bulging against his muscles…..damn have I answered him? “Erm ok, ok I’ll have just the one”.
“Pint is it”? “Erm yeah cheers”.
“Excuse me, EXCUSE ME” he didn’t have to say it a third time, the bartender came over as soon as he had his attention. “Hi what can I get you”?
“Pint for my friend here…” he just stared at me, “Oh Matt, my names Matt”. “A Pint for my friend Matt”.
And that was it job done. “Thanks” I said, as I sipped the beer. “So ‘erm what’s your name” I asked. “Roger”, “Ah K well nice to meet you Roger”.
“Is it”?
“Is it what”?
“Is it nice to meet me”?
“Well you’re the first bloke that’s brought me a drink, so yeah I guess it is”.
He laughed, “Well I’ll take the compliment”. “So is it your first time here”?
I laughed, the corniest chat up line ever…”Haha yeah thought I’d check it out you know”
“Hmmm what were you trying to check Matt”?
“Well erm you know”
“No Matt I don’t know, was you looking for a meet perhaps”?
“Eh no”, he just raised an eyebrow. “Ok yeah sure I was but now I don’t know, not really my scene”
“Oh really, something must have led you here Matt”
Jeez why did he keep saying my name like that?
“Well you know, I had an experience once, a shit breakup and just wanted to get out”
“Get out, interesting choice of words” he smiled
“Oh yeah Haha I suppose”.
“So erm why are you here”? I asked him back.
“Well I know why I’m here; I’m here for you Matt”.
Fuck me…I think I blushed but couldn’t look away, his eyes were captivating, held me there like invisible ropes, everywhere he looked the ropes got that bit tighter.
“Erm thanks, I guess” it’s I could say.
“So you are here and so am I, and I was about to leave as was you, would you like to leave together Matt”?
As he said it he seemed to get slighter taller showing his dominance over me already, those muscles, god damn my cock jumped in my shorts…”yeah fuck it why not”.
“Let’s get a drink at mine, I have much better stock at mine and you will get all the attention you deserve”.
“Ok, sounds good” I said. Wow was this really happening.
“Let’s go” he said.
And I just followed.
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