Chapter Seven

" Sex is an emotion in motion" 

Mae West


Brian’s POV:


Brian took a step back to admire all the Fresh Meat. His body got warm with the gleaming array of shimmering colors; bodies were transformed. Men donned costumes and masks of every color; some rather frightening, others surreal; all a delight to the face. 


There was a sprinkling of black leather. Brian went into predator mode. He learned and mastered at an early age to divide his mind; then get on with the needs of the moment. Men were sending out sexual invitations. He would tend to his wants; then look for the blonde beauty.


Despite how horny he was the tricks looked like markdowns, designer markdowns, still markdowns, non-the less.


Brian strolled threw the archway of sex; It was an over abundance of eye candy. Men engaged in every form of sexual perversion and pleasure; some dancing, others around and in the hot tub, but most were fornicating. Man on man on man action.


Brian stopped dead in his tracks. His heart started beating out of his chest. *Brea...the, deep breath, in...hale, ex...hale, ahh much... better. Kinney get a hold of yourself, stop acting like a lesbian.*


There he was standing by the cascading water fountain, a virtual boy-god. Men were flocking to him. He stood out. His attire or lack of was absolutely breathtaking. His whole body was painted with white latex paint, adorned with white blossoms. He was naked except for the paint. His face had an old world cherub-like white mask with tiny white flowers. He was wearing red eye shadow and his lips were painted red. He had on angel wings made out of all white flowers as well. He wore a crown of baby’s breath. Blonde locks flowing beneath. 


Looking down at his hefty bundle, Brian fucking lost it. He was wearing a cock ring, making his dick look bigger covered all in tiny red rose petals. He looked like an innocent, demure angel painted by Michelangelo, when in fact he was hot...saucy...whorish. No doubt he was trying to drum up some business. Brian adjusted his own jewels as he approached this work of art. 


Justin’s Pov.


Justin arrived early, wanting to see Brian make 

His grand entrance. He was nervous; downing two shots at the vodka bar. Much better. Feeling slightly buzzed, all eyes were focused on him; just the way he liked. Justin hoped he could go threw with his plan of attack on the powerful Kinney. He laughed quietly to himself. The older man won’t know what hit him. Justin had much to keep him motivated. He wanted to make Brian pay for tantalizing him on the beach. Teasing him. Taunting him. Making him cum uncontrollably against his will. Plunging his long fingers in his virgin ass. Fucking him with his captivating eyes. Brian would beg for mercy. Justin would “train” the man for his enjoyment and pleasure, pushing his limits.


He gasped. Brian was walking towards him. He sizzled in his get-up, plain and simple, making a statement, wearing all black. Tight pants and no shirt, wearing a mask around his eyes. Justin’s cock ring felt tighter. Brian was beautiful, sinful, something forbidden. He would be his tonight.


The meeting:


“Where’s your boyfriend?’ Brian asked smiling. “He’s not... my boyfriend, I don’t do boyfriend’s.” he replied. “Did your client run out of money, I hear your very ...expensive.” he said sarcastically. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business, he had to leave on business.” he spat out.


“Good, I don’t want to share you.” Brian whispered in his ear, “Let’s dance, shall we?” grabbing Justin pulling him into his arms.

They glided on the dance floor, the envy of everyone. “You look a...maz ...ing, fucking hot.” Justin smiled, “I know! You don’t look so bad yourself.” Justin put his arms around the older man’s neck. He moved closer to him, sticking out his tongue, and running a trail of wetness up his neck. Brian moaned. He lightly brushed his lips to his ear. His hard-on was pressing into Justin’s stomach. He bit into the flesh and sucked, marking him. Brian thrust forward.


“C’mon, let’s get a drink and a joint.” He panted, taking Justin by the hand towards the view of the ocean; wanting to be alone with the boy. “Wait here, what do you want to drink?” Justin said, “Whatever you’re having is fine.” Two beams, and make them a double.” telling the bartender. He glanced back at the blonde.*He is sooo going to get fucked, and not in a positive, life-affirming way.* Justin thought as he waved at the arrogant man. 


Brian handed Justin the drink. They clanged their glasses, and knocked them back. Justin wanted to be careful not to get too fucked up; he had plans later. Brian asked the boy,” I’m curious, how come your being so nice to me tonight? I thought you would have been still pissed.” “I don’t know maybe it’s the full moon, it’s romantic, it’s bringing out the lust in me.” The blonde made another provocative move, pressing his erection into the man. “You’re forgiven.” “You are driving me insane, lets get out of here, I want to fuck you.” Brian growled. “Later, lover I want to enjoy the evening.” Justin flipped back. Brian wasn’t happy. He was sporting a painful woody. 


They smoked a joint and went back to dancing; more like simulating fucking in front of everyone. They danced and moved as one.


A bear tapped on Brian’s shoulder. “Mind if I cut in.” “ Fuck off, he’s off limits.” Wrapping his arms protectively around the boy. Justin kept nibbling on Brian’s ear. “How about we go let a couple of guys suck us off together? Brian groaned. “Maybe take the edge off, until later.” The blonde suggested.


Justin backed up a bit. He began peeling the latex and flowers off his cock, never taking his eyes off Brian. Every dick in the house was saluting. Brian was speechless. O, he was saluting too... TBC