Desire (Private, between UndyingNight and myself)

[Tritium]

A bad, bad boy, who tries to play games with a man's heart must be thoroughly punished...

[Tritium]

Character bio

Damien

Age 24

Height 6' 2"

Weight 176 lbs

Blue eyes, short blond hair, medium build.

Personality
Introvert, rather oblivious when it comes to matters of a more intimate nature. He is quite a calm and patient man, but underneath that facade lies a fiery, passionate spirit. Romantic, sensitive, gentle, caring, and very perverted too.

[KuteUsagi]

Character bio

Taylor

age 20

height 5' 9

weight 142 lb

hazel eyes , medium silver hair (tied up), slim

personality: Taylor LOVES to torture others with his sexy body. He is currently a stripper and
his new target for seduction is a fellow 24-yr old stripper, Damien. Taylor is sweet, kind, and caring, but that doesn't mean he can't take hot sexy overrated sex.

[Tritium]

It was about 8 o'cock in the morning, when Damien arrived at the club where he'd been working as a male stripper for nearly two months now. "Black Jack" that was the name of the establishment. Hell, you could see those huge letters from 20 feet away, and at night, it was virtually impossible to miss it, due to the impressive neon lights, which made it look more like a movie theater, rather than a round the clock striptease club.

And it wasn't just any club, as the usual audience wasn't comprised of women at all, but only of men, above 18 years of age. Some of them were very loyal customers, others only made occasional appearances, while others were just your average one time only customers.

The club manager wasn't that picky when it came to the club's clientele. It didn’t matter how rich or famous you were. You had to be at least 18 years old, and have your ID on you. Then you’d go in, order a drink, and enjoy it, whole watching the drop dead gorgeous boys perfomr their slutty dances. Should you be in the mood to spend more money, you could request a certain performer, to strip and dance only for you. Or, if you just felt the need for some companionship, the boys were also trained hosts, and made excellent conversationalists.

The rules were clear: no touching the performers, no sex with the performers, no stuffing bills in their thongs. Should someone feel generous enough to reward one or more of the strippers for their excellent performance, they’d pay the tip to the waiters, at the end of their stay, and performers would get their full tips at the end of their shift. Also, the strippers weren’t allowed to date customers, nor were they permitted to be envolved with each other. Stripping went as far as their underwear, and no further then that. Anyone who would repeatedly break that golden rule, would be booted.

Damien agreed with the manager. Those rules were very important, and had to be followed by everyone. After all, the place wasn’t a dirty brothel. He came in through the front entrance, only to meet the usual staff, cleaning up after the previous wave of clients. He exchanget the usuall hellos, then went backstage, to the dressing room. He figured Taylor hadn’t arrived yet. That guy was four years younger than him, and had been working at that club for nearly over a year now. He was a cutie, as well as one of the most appreciated performers, the club had to offer. Why, he’d receive up to 30 private dance requests during his shift. One might actually wonder where he found the strength, as well as the drive to perform for each and every one of them.

“Yup, he’s not here” Damien mumbled opening the door, then closing it behind him. He placed his bag on the sofa, and looked at his wrist watch. It was now 8:15 am. He knew that by 9 the place would be swarming with customers once again. That meant he had to get ready for yet another day of hard work. But it was worth it, cause the pay was great, not to mention the substantial tips, so he’d end up with quite a nice sum of money at the end of every month.

[KuteUsagi]

Taylor woke up late that day. He was still exhausted. He sighed and rolled in bed. He had way too many customers yesterday at the club. Taylor was a stripper at the club "black jack". He was one of the most popular strippers there and he was one of the youngest too. He sighed and stretched as he yawned. Why did people pick him of all the strippers? He wasn't all that flawless.... Damien was. Taylor smiled. Damien.

Damien was the purpose why Taylor found his job entertaining and wonderful. He had a crush on Damien, a stripper four years older than himself. He had a nice shape and he was SEXY. Of course, Taylor never had the chance to ask him out. Taylor was always satisfying customers. And when he finished, it would be so late that everyone had left already. He sighed, he wished Damien would fuck him. Hard.

Taylor knew he couldn't stay here in bed and think about Damien all day long, so he got up and stretched/yawned. He had to be at the club at 9 or he would be marked late. Of course he had some time, it was... HOLY CRAP 8 43??? he was late! It would take at least 15 minutes to get there on a good day! Taylor quickly ran to his closet and took of his pajamas that were cutely a little big for him and put on black lace panties, black tight jeans and black tight shirt. He ran out the door without breakfast. He had to hurry.

Taylor grabbed his car keys and ran outside. Like the clumsy boy he was, he almost tripped. "shoot" he ran to his car and tried to open the door. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds until he realize he hadn't unlocked it yet. What a crazy day. He unlocked it an hurriedly got in, driving towards the club. PLEASE DON'T BE LATE, he thought to himself.

Taylor arrived at the parking lot and parked his car closest to the club he could find. He locked it and ran for the entrance. One more minute. He was here at last, he saw the flashy sign 'BLACK JACK'. He bursted through the door yelling " IM HERE!" he blushed when he realized that was loud..... VERY loud.. He blushed as he walked over to his strip area and sat down, waiting for orders. As he st there, he watched as Damien looked at him. He waved with a blush

[Tritium]

Damien carefully slipped out of his casual clothing, gazing at his reflection in the mirror, as he put on his black tight dancing thongs. One could hardly call those thongs a pair of underwear. There backside was nothing more than a string that always went in between his firm round butcheeks, not to mention the fact that there was barely enough fabric to cover his yummy croch. He was big, but the tightness of the fabric, made that man bulge of his seem even bigger, and more appealing.

The customers weren’t aware of it, but he could see how they looked at his bulge, every time he’d spread his legs in front of them, while holding onto that shiny pole. They were much to busy fantasizing about it, so nothing else around them mattered. The always looked at him with hungry, lustful eyes. But none of them wanted him for who he was. They were all after his seductive, masculine body. Damien knew he meant nothing to the male customers he was performing for, throughout his entire shift. They merely saw him as a piece of raw meat on display.

Well, not all of them. There were actually a few cuties there who wanted more. Some of them had actually asked him to leave the club, so they could be together, but he was forced to turn them down. Damien knew that once he left Black Jack, he’d be replaced by some other hot shot, eager to please, dying to become famous. Then there was the money. Where else would he get such a good salary? He tried working as a mechanic, delivery boy, sales agent, and what did he get for all his troubles? Hard work, and crappy pay. That was when he decided to put his splendid body to good use. He knew most people would never appreciate him for his intelect, so why not give the idiots what they wanted? They wanted to feast their eyes on naked man flesh? They firm muscles, a rock hard ass? No problem, they could have it, as long as they coughed up the cold hard cash!

He slipped into those tiny thongs, turning around, in front of the mrror, to see if all of his intimate parts were propperly concealed by the fabric. Who was he kidding? He was a w****. A filthy dancing s***. Using his body in that shameless manner, to stir up the customers’ desires, to fuel their perverted imagination, by using his muscular body. He gave them something to fantasize about, in exchange for their money…

Damien folded his clothes, and placed them on the chair, having another look at his watch. 8:57 am, and Taylor still hadn’t arrived. The customers would soon be barging in, demanding naked dancers, and only one was available. The other was apparently missing in action. He walked out of the dressing room, making his way to the dancing area. That was when he saw Taylor, just standing there, waiting for who knows what. The young guy smiled and waved his hand as a helo.
“What are you doing here?” Damien asked, seeing how Taylor was still dressed up. “Did you forget we start with dancing every morning, and not stripping?”

[KuteUsagi]

Taylor facepalmed and ran over to the changing area, putting on his pair of thongs. He sighed, these pairs were really right. They could just choke him righ then and there. They already gave him no space for his cock. It was just like a spacebag. He looked at himself in the mirror and turned around quickly when he realized what he was doing. He was looking at himself, at a slut's body. He wasn't good at anything else... He didn't have anywhere to work except for this. He sighed and walked back over to where Damien was standing. "I'm back, I had a.... Confusing... Day today" he sat down on the floor next to Damien.

Honestly, he did like the money that all the hungry-eyed customers gave. But the occasional disgusting old men that came to gaze at him made him sick. He danced for a 51 yr old yesterday! Disgusting. Taylor looked at the clock 9 03. The customers could be coming in anytime now. "Hey Damien, you ready for another har-" Taylor was called in for his first customer. He sighed... Never had the time to talk to Damien...

Taylor got up to his pole and sighed getting ready. He looked at the customer, he wasn't that old, maybe, early 30's? And is that a wedding ring?! Taylor frowned but started dancing. He first turned around and grabbed the pole, going all the way down to show his ass and he turned his head around, biting his bottom lip seductively. He walked over to the other side of the pole and wrapped his leg around the pole, the cock was now ostentatious, pressed against the pole. Taylor looked over qt Damien and saw that he was watching Taylor. TAylor grinned naughtily and went for the chance to seduce Damien in hard, hot sex. Taylor grabbed the pole and leaned in upper body back on the rail, making the cock pop up even more. Taylor stood upright next to the pole and started going up and down slowly, humping it and leaning his head back in an act of ecstasy as he closed an eye and looked at Damien with the opened one.

The customer looked satisfied, shifting in his seat, probably trying to shift his hard on. Taylor smiled, then it must be working for Damien too. He looked over at Damien and saw he was hard too. He sat on the floor right behind the pole with his legs spread out and slowly got up, rubbing his cock onto the pole. How was that? He thought

[Tritium]

Taylor was indeed a star. The very first customer, and he already asked for a private dance from Taylor, which the young man seemed only too happy to perform. He enjoyed being on stage, even though he never said it out loud, but one could easily tell, just by looking at him. Taylor adored the spotlights, as well as all that attention. There wasn't a customer who wouldn't fall prey to his charms. He was far too slutty for his own sake. Far sluttier that all the other performers. Perhaps that was the reason why the club was always bursting with people, whenever Taylor was on duty.

Well, he had his admirers as well, but Taylor was clearly Black Jack's star attraction. The way he performed, was truly unique, unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. Most strippers hated their jobs, they lacked talent and were only in it because of the money, or the chance to be spotted by a filthy rich tycoon, and spend the rest of their lives in luxury.

But Taylor was different from your usual stripper. He had spirit, he had passion, he had drive. The way he danced, and swung, and swirled around that pole made it look as though he was making love to it, and having it make love to him at the same time. He wasn't merely dancing. He was using his body to seduce the customers, to twist their minds and senses, to make them overflowing with the filthiest, most perverted desires of the flesh. He had a rather delicate phisique, and could be easily subdued by any of the male customers who frequented his shows, so perhaps he was trying to compensate his physical weakness, by using his masculine charms, to mesmerize them, to control them.

He was so good at what he did, he’d managed to give the customer a hard on. And he wasn’t the only one. Luckily for Damien, he could use the pole to conceal his erection, whereas, the other guy didn’t have anything to hide behind. Taylor was realy good, however Damien couldn’t help but wonder why the young man was looking at him, instead of his customer. He hadn’t asked Taylor to perform for him….

[KuteUsagi]

Taylor kept his eyes on The customer when he and Damien made eye contact. He wrapped his arms around the pole and rubbed his body with his hands on either side, moaning. He wanted the customer to enjoy what he paid for, but he still wanted Damien to watch this. Taylor swirled around the pole, humped it, wrapped his body around it, and many other actions that e could do on the pole. He licked his lips in seduction as he looked at the customer... And Damien with the corner of his eyes.

Obviously, the customer was enjoying it. He had his hands in his pants, probably playing with himself. His eyes were lustful. Taylor wanted to drive him crazy so he picked up the pace. He wanted the customer to enjoy it so much that he would come again. Taylor thought, should I show some of my body? Taylor continued to dance as he thought about it. Would it drive the customer mad? And maybe Damien too? Of course it might risk his job. A quick show I guess, he thought.

Taylor turned around and placed his ass on the rail, rubbed it around to show the customer it. The customer licked his lip. He wanted Taylor. Too bad he couldn't have him. Taylor turned around and pulled his underwear down a little, to show his cleanly shaven pubic area. He smiled devilishly and showed the customer, and damien, the base of his cock. He reached down there and sat down on the floor right in front of the pole, and closed one eye and bit his bottom lip as he touched it, in an attempt for seduction and sexiness.

Taylor stole a glance at Damien who was watching him behind a pole. Taylor smiled and moaned. Did it work?

[Tritium]

"What the hell is he doing?" Damien thought watching Taylor show off his pubic hair to the customer. The man's face looked so congested and strained, as if he were about to cum. Even the waiter noticed what Taylor had done. This wasn't the first time he'd go out of his way to seduce his customers. Well, actually, more like punish his customers, letting them know he sizzling hot, but off limits to them, heck, he was practically rubbing it in their faces, but those idiots would never figure out his true motives. They were just content with watching the show.

But this time, he'd crossed the line, and if he continued in this manner, there would be harsh consequences. Trying to act as natural as possible for a stripper, Damien discretely signaled Taylor to stop what he was doing at once. He only hoped the young man would understand his message, before it was too late.