The Tease

by C S Joyce

  The truth was I wanted to get out of there. I felt so out of place with those men—tough, biker guys with tattoos and attitudes to match. I was back to feeling like that fawn about to be eaten alive by a pack of wolves.

  I let out a sigh and started texting Charlene as I hurried down the drive.

  Me: How the fuck am I going to handle being in an underground club?

  Charlene: Where?

  Me: Some place called The Library????

  Charlene: Deadly! I’m well into that. Call over later, bitch.

  I smiled as I read her text. She was a piece of work. But she was my piece of work. God, I loved her.

  Me: OK. Help me!!!

  Charlene: You’re a wee bit panicky, aren’t ya? Don’t worry. I gotcha covered babe. Cya later.

  So, this was happening. I was going to a kink club. Ah jaysus...

  ***

  “This place is unreal. I can’t believe you get to stay here.” I peered down from the floor to ceiling glass doors, the street below a tiny playset of figures and toy cars.

  “He tried to get the nineteenth floor but that one sold fast. He settled for the seventeenth,” Charlene explained as she raided her dad’s fridge.

  “When did you move in?” The city looked so small, and I could just about make out the mountains in the distance. Charlene’s parents separated and her dad had moved to the city to a brand-new apartment and a whole new bachelor life.

  I’d needed a cover story for where I would be that evening and I knew my parents would believe me if I said I was spending it with Charlene at the movies. It seemed ludicrous that I had to report my every move to them at eighteen years of age but there was no way around it.

  I was vibrating by the time I had arrived at Charlene’s place. I’d showered, dressed in the only outfit I had that might be okay and headed straight over to her. It didn’t take much begging for her to agree to come with me. In fact, I was beginning to feel like she might be a little more into this than I knew.

  I was glad to have her there though because I needed some support. Someone who’d be there just in case I realized I was way in over my head. Or, in case I got trapped in some harness or something and needed releasing. Let’s face it, that was a real possibility knowing my luck.

  I sat on her sofa thinking over the past week while she pulled on her boots and fixed her lipstick. So much had changed in five days. I’d went to work Monday morning and by Friday I was someone’s ‘boy’ and I’d found myself a biker Daddy.

  I laughed out loud at the thought and flopped onto my back, sinking into the soft cushions.

  “What’s so funny, you maniac?” Charlene stood towering over me, dressed in black shorts and a mesh top, her mad curls piled messily on top of her head.

  “I’m laughing because this is all a bit crazy. The past week is nuts. I don’t even know Sonny. Who does things like this? It’s totally unrealistic.”

  Charlene reached her hand out and tugged me to my feet. “Babe, nothing in life is real. All that matters is your perception of it.”

  “Woah, that’s kinda deep.”

  She laughed and nudged me with her elbow. “I read it off my ma’s Botox leaflet. Are you nervous? Don’t be. This will be fun.”

  “I’m not nervous. Why would I be nervous? I’m going to an underground kink club to meet a man that calls me his boy and likes to watch people fuck.”

  She burst out laughing. “He sounds amazing. Any chance he has a straight kinky brother?” She linked her arm through mine and pulled me close. “Let’s go then. Just remember later to tell him your safe word before he shows you his dungeon.”

  I ground to a halt and she jerked back and laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m sure he doesn’t have a dungeon. Half sure. Ten per cent certain.”

  We made our way down the street, the Saturday night traffic busy with people heading out for the night. We ran to the bus before it pulled away and sat opposite each other, grinning at the madness of the situation.

  Charlene had been busy ‘researching’ for me and we spent the twenty-minute journey across town scrolling through her phone and the pages she’d found about Daddy Kink. A short ten-minute walk had us wandering down a slightly run-down street until the sound of a bar came into earshot and we turned the corner to see a large dark wooden front with ‘Malachi’s Pub’ written in Gold font. There was a huge beer garden to the side, jam packed, and a metal staircase at the side of the building with a small sign that said, ‘The Library’ and an arrow pointing to the dark stair well.

  “Damn that’s a lot of bikes,” Charlene said, eyeing up the allotment next to the beer garden which must have had at least fifty motorbikes parked up. We stood at the entrance to the pub and I swallowed hard.

  “It’s so busy here.”

  “Plenty of sexy bikers, that’s for sure,” Charlene added, and she flipped her hair to one side and pulled her lipstick from her pocket. “Great idea inviting me, Ali. Seriously, thanks for this one.”

  “Charlene, wait,” I called but she was already smiling at the burly guy on the door and then making a beeline for the beer garden which was lit up.

  I’d barely made it to the doorway when I ground to a halt. Was I really doing this? I paused, standing like a dope as several tough-looking men eyed me up and smirked. I wanted to go in, to see him and find out what was going to happen next. I really did. But my palms were sweating, and my throat had gone dry.

  I’m not sure I’m ready for this.

  Viewing Room

  Sonny

  “That him? That your boy?”

  I leaned over Jackson’s shoulder and grinned as I saw Ali standing out front of the pub, looking like a lost puppy.

  “Mm. That’s him.”

  “You weren’t lying, Sonny. He’s...mm. A little young. But fine.”

  The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of spilled beer. I’d been wondering if Ali would show up, still not sure whether he wanted the same things I did.

  “Are you going to leave him standing there?” Jackson said, handing me a fresh beer, the condensation running down the bottle in streaks and dripping onto my skin. My mind turned back to earlier that day as Ali had licked and sucked the spilled coke from his fingers.

  “Just for another minute or two. I like watching him.”

  “Now there’s a surprise,” Jackson said sarcastically, and he winked at me before nodding out to the yard. “Who’s the chick that’s with him?”

  She’d already made her way into the smoking area and I glanced over to where a couple of my crew were chatting with her. She looked like a pretty feisty girl. “No idea. Ali said he might bring a friend.”

  “Maybe she’s his date?” Jackson teased.

  I laughed and took a slug of my beer. “I think she’s here to save him.”

  “From what?” Jackson stared at me and then smirked, already knowing the answer.

  “From me,” I growled.

  “Mm, Bad Daddy is back.” Mac added, arriving back from the bar clutching several bottles of beer. He stood next to us and gazed out to where Ali was. “That poor kid is in for some ride.”

  I watched Ali in the darkness, hesitant and unsure, my cock twitching as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to him. I tilted my head, surprised to see Rick making his way out front and waving Ali in. I smirked, knowing that Ali wasn’t a fan of Rick. That had been very clear by the cute scowl he’d made in my kitchen earlier. Seeing him so jealous only made me like him more.

  My jealous, good boy. Mm, what I wouldn’t do to have him—in all the bad ways I wanted.

  I waited for them both to appear in the beer garden. Rick was always looking out for people, and he was a good guy. I could see why he and Jackson were together. They made a good team, Rick’s sweet demeanour being a good balance to Jackson’s grumpy ass.

  I’d been the one to introduce them in the club. Rick had subbed for me a few times in the viewing room, but there’d been nothing else there between us. He was ju
st my friend. But when I’d ran into Jackson one night and seen the way they’d looked at each other, lingering and intense, I knew there was serious chemistry there.

  “Look who I found loitering outside?” Rick said and he pushed Ali forward who then stumbled against the table, sending all the bottles and glasses rattling.

  I tried not to laugh but he was too damn cute. There was something so beautiful about how new he was. I wanted to wrap him up and take care of him. In fact, I wanted to keep him.

  “You made it. Beer?” I leaned over and pulled him into me, hugging him quickly and not caring what anyone thought.

  “Sure, thanks.” Ali looked nervously at the group of us—the eight guys that were my soul brothers, my crew—and he looked like he might pass out or something. “Come with me, carry some drinks,” I said and the look of relief on his face was visible.

  Inside the bar was quieter, most people out in the beer garden enjoying the warm night. It was a strange place, an old library converted into a pub on ground level and then a club underneath. It had a reputation with biker crews and also with people of a kinky persuasion.

  “You alright? My guys are pretty sound. They may look tough but they’re mostly just a bunch of teddy bears. They won’t bite. Not unless you ask them nicely.”

  Ali chewed his lip and smiled up at me with big round eyes. Gorgeous, dreamy, erection-inducing eyes. I couldn’t resist him and leaned in, sliding our lips together and sucking his tongue into my mouth until I felt the entire weight of his body collapse against me.

  When we broke apart Ali was panting, his pupils blown with desire.

  “I’m better now.”

  “What beer do you drink?”

  Ali stared at the taps and then leaned over the bar to look into the glass-doors of the fridges.

  After a few moments he looked up with that familiar panic. “I don’t really drink alcohol. Can I just have a coke?”

  Damn. If he wasn’t already making my heart twist, this was going to do it. “Sure, no problem, kiddo. Want some ice?”

  He nodded and then his eyes widened. “Yeah, and can ask for it in one of the short glasses, please?”

  I knew what he was thinking—he was going to make it look like he was drinking a vodka or some other liquor with coke—and I fought the urge to tell him he didn’t need to bother. None of my gang would judge him for being sober. Hell, some of ‘em even had the ‘ten-steps’ tattooed onto themselves. But I knew he wanted to feel comfortable so if this helped then no harm.

  “When are we going downstairs?” Ali sipped the drink and licked his gorgeous lips.

  “Not ‘til later. We’re just chilling for now. That okay?”

  Again, he nodded and then I felt his slim hand slip into mine. The noise of the bar disappeared into a muffled din, as though nothing existed but the sensation of Ali’s slender hand in mine.

  I think it was right then that I knew there was something good between us—somethin’ real.

  As we made our way back outside, I could see him tensing, his shoulders hunching forward.

  “Don’t worry, they’ll all like you.”

  Ali’s eyes met mine and I knew my words did little to comfort him. It was clear that Ali was on edge most of the time and the more I got to know him the more obvious it was what the root cause of his insecurity was. I’d known it the evening before, the minute I’d met his step-dad.

  It didn’t take much to figure out he was a piece of work. I’d wondered how a gentle kid like Ali could survive the dominating force of a bully like him.

  If only there was a way I could help him. I could think of one, but for now I needed to bide my time and take things slow. Ali needed reassurance and security, not to be rushed or pressured. I could tell almost instinctively what he was able for and what he was ready to experience.

  We arrived back to the gang, Ali’s friend chatting with a few of the guys and some of their girlfriends who’d shown up in our absence. Rick leaned over to Ali and whispered something in his ear and I could see Ali’s eyebrows furrow before he looked at me with a surprised expression.

  “Everything okay?” I asked.

  Rick glanced up and grinned. “Uh-huh. Just telling Ali some of your secrets, now that he’s one of us.”

  I smirked and shook my head. “Behave or I’ll punish you, Rick.”

  Jackson slammed his bottle of beer down on the table in mock rage and squared up to me, joking. “Nobody’s punishing my boy but me, you hear?”

  I held both my hands up in surrender and the gang laughed. That’s when I noticed Ali’s face—confusion followed by disbelief—as Rick wrapped himself around Jackson and kissed him hard.

  Ali nudged me and leaned up to my ear. “Are they together?”

  I glanced over at Jackson, his arm slung around Rick as he laughed with some of the guys. “Yeah, for a year now.”

  Ali pressed his face into my shoulder, letting out a muffled groan.

  “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

  I felt his arms slink around my waist under my leather jacket, his fingers gently clinging to my shirt.

  “I’m such an eegit. I thought that maybe you and Rick were still...ya know...”

  I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly on the forehead. “Ali, Rick and I were just scene partners. And we don’t even do that anymore. You should have told me you were worried. I could have explained that we only spent time together in the viewing room, nothing else.”

  Ali’s hands clung to me and his breath was hot against my neck. His face felt so perfect in my hands, and I wanted to carry him home right then.

  “What’s the viewing room?”

  I smirked and knew that it was probably time to show him just what I was really into. “Come on. You need to see it for yourself.”

  ***

  “Sweet mother of fuck,” Ali whispered, and I hushed him as we took our seats in the pitch-dark room behind a large glass wall.

  “Is this real?” he asked, and I could just about make out his shocked face in the darkness.

  “Yeah. It’s privacy glass. So, we can see in, but they can’t see us. They’re the exhibitionists and we’re the voyeurs.”

  Ali’s hand landed in my lap and he fumbled around for mine, grazing my cock in the process. I gripped him tight and interlocked our fingers. His breathing was fast and ragged and turning me on.

  “Are they having sex? Or just...”

  “It depends. Some pairings are just for a scene. So, they’re not having sex. But there are couples here who do. It’s what they’re into.”

  Ali shivered next to me and I gave his hand a squeeze. “You okay being in here? We can leave if you want?”

  “No, I want to stay. And watch.”

  We sat there in the thick darkness, the scene illuminated before us in a dim yellow light, as the couple performed sex acts as though nobody was watching. But we were. Watching, staring, taking it all in behind the veil of glass. Ali gripped my hand tighter and tighter as his breathing quickened.

  “They’re going to fuck. I can tell.” Ali was whispering and I stifled a laugh at his cuteness. He was like a kid in a candy shop. Or a kinkster in a porn shop. That might be a better analogy.

  “Mm, probably. They’re a couple. I know them.”

  “Is it not weird watching people you know have sex?” Ali said, his eyes remaining fixed on the scene the entire time.

  I smiled and pulled him closer to me, whispering in his ear. “Not really. Was it strange knowing I was watching you?”

  I heard Ali’s breath hitch in the darkness and felt the heat of his lips as they skimmed my ear. “No, it was so hot. I loved it. I wanted you to see me.”

  “Well there you go. Some people want an audience.”

  We stayed quiet then, as the couple proceeded to fuck each other and I could hear Ali’s breath, his fingers trembling in mine as he watched them slam into each other and then just as they finished Ali jumped up and landed in my lap.

  “Hey, wh
at are ya doing, kid?”

  But he didn’t answer, instead straddling me and grinding his ass against my crotch. I couldn’t help but groan, wanting him so bad it felt intolerable. It was still pitch black in the viewing room and I was pretty sure Ali hadn’t figured out that we weren’t alone in there.

  I pushed him away gently, his cock hard as he pressed against me. “Not here. We can’t do that now. Let’s go outside.”

  “Why not? I’m so horny. Come on, Daddy.”

  The whimper in his voice almost killed me. And then the way he emphasized saying ‘Daddy’, damn I wanted to drag his jeans off, bend him over and...I sighed deeply, and whispered against his smooth skin. “Because this is a viewing room and we’re not the only people in here right now.”

  Ali leaned back, releasing the pressure from my crotch and I knew he was scanning the darkness. As if to help me out, someone coughed, and Ali scrambled to his feet.

  “Oh shit. Oops.”

  In the darkness I could make out the white of his eyes, so beautiful and full of want.

  “Let’s go, baby boy.” I led him outside and into the club’s dark corridor.

  “I wanted to show you what I’m into. I didn’t want to tell you without you seeing exactly what I like. Because there are some things I can’t do without, you understand? I need this and I need someone who’s okay with that.”

  Ali’s face was flushed, and he was palming his cock through his jeans. “I already knew you like watching. That’s what we have in common.”

  This was the right moment to tell him the full truth. The part that I still didn’t think he had realized about me. “Yeah, but remember the video I sent to you? Of me and Rick?”

  Ali flinched as I said Rick’s name, the jealousy evident on his soft lips. He nodded.

  “Well, what role was I playing? I wasn’t doing the watching, was I?”

  Ali looked confused for a moment and then traced his fingers along my arm. “No, you were the one being watch-” he sucked in a gulp of air and let it out on a shaky breath. “Oh my God, you want to be in that room, don’t you? You want people to watch you fuck someone. Me?”