Yeah, he'd seen his fair share of hotter-than-hell men, but there was something very special about Dale. He naturally exuded sex just by being in a room, but when he danced, holy shit. Every man, even the women that sometimes frequented his place were drooling over the new stud at the farm. They actually had men fainting after watching Dale dance. It was unbelievable how he worked the crowd, causing them to rush the stage, reaching out to him for attention.
The customers were not allowed to touch the dancers and could only be alone with them if they bought a private lap dance, and that was only if the dancer agreed to it. Dale was not one of those dancers, going into one of the private rooms where anything for a price could be had. Dale was going to be his private property.
The bouncers started complaining that their jobs were harder now with the new guy. Men were constantly approaching the bouncers trying to bribe them to let them backstage to talk to Dale. By the second night his head bouncer came to him complaining. "Boss, this is getting out of hand. My men are working double-time to keep the crazies off the stage and away from the new guy."
"Figure it out," Preston snapped at him in irritation, "That's your job. No one and I mean no one is to touch Dale. Do you understand me? Hire extra men to guard him if you have to." "Yeah, sure Boss, got it. I'll take care of it." "See that you do." Preston didn't have time to coddle the help. They
got paid to work and think on their own for Christ's sake. When he thought about running his hands and lips all over Dale, he knew it would be pure heaven and he groaned. He'd never wanted another man as much as he yearned for this one particular hunk. He knew Dale reciprocated his feelings, he just knew it. What Preston wanted, Preston always got. And this hot number was going to be his. He could feel Dale's eyes on him when he was up on that stage. He knew male lust better than anyone.
It was time for him to settle down, slow down. As he neared fifty, the need for permanence and someone to spend the rest of his life with had come to the forefront of his mind. Yet he'd never found the right man to truly call his own until Dale stepped into his life. Things were going great. He was in the prime of his life and never looked better. Men fell all over themselves to be with him, so reeling Dale in was like taking candy from a baby—easy.
He felt the air around him thicken with excitement to see Dale tomorrow. Damn, he was good… * * * * Dale made sure to always seek Preston out after he was through dancing. He found out there was a lot more to stripping than met the eye, and he was glad this was only for a very short duration. It was definitely not for the faint of heart.
The bouncers did a good job of keeping the customers at bay, while he slowly pulled Preston into his web. There was no doubt that he found Dale wildly attractive. Later, after leaving, he couldn't wait to shower to wash the stink of the place off his body.
"Wow, what a great crowd tonight," Dale squeezed in between the customer that sat next to Preston, "Is it always like this?"
Preston slipped his arm around his waist and leaned in close. "It is better since you started dancing, handsome." The open look of lust burned bright in his eyes.
Dale looked at the older man through hooded eyes, giving the impression of sexual interest. "That is quite a compliment coming from such a well respected and desirable man as yourself, Preston." Looking shyly downward got Preston to press against his body in a suggestive manner.
"You have the men in this club eating right out of your hands, Dale." he whispered low and hushed, brushing the hair back behind his shoulder to see his face. "I wouldn't mind eating out of your hand myself."
The suggestion sickened him, but Preston was falling into Dale's trap of seduction faster than he ever expected. The man was easier than a drugged up whore and just about as predictable as one, too. Though the man repulsed him, Dale didn't let it show in his sensually laced tone. "You are just teasing me. Stop it." He playful slapped Preston on the ass.
"This is what it does to me just seeing you walk through the door at night." Reaching under the bar, he brought Dale's hand to his crotch. "I am so hard for you, I can't think straight." His growling words and bulging cock made Dale shiver, not in sexual excitement but revulsion.
He didn't think he could take much more of Preston's hot whiskey tinted breath blowing across his face or the thick smell of his spicy cologne that was stopping up his nose. "I think maybe you've had too much to drink, I'm not that hot." Preston nuzzled back Dale’s hair, letting his lips roam lightly down his neck. "I am never too drunk to recognize something as sinfully delicious as you."
Smiling slyly, he slowly pulled away from Preston's overpowering approach. "I hope we will become very close friends, too, Preston," he whispered in the older man's ear, then he sauntered out of the club, looking back over his shoulder just as he opened the door to give him a lascivious wink that promised of more to come. Leaving no doubt that he was very interested in the older man. Let the arrogant bastard choke on that the rest of the night.
Chapter Five
Tension at The Stud Farm finally came to a head on the third night Dale stripped. Sex, too many men, and booze permeated the air. The crowd of screaming men reached a fever pitch. Men were jumping onstage, grabbing his legs, begging him, pleading with him to let them touch and grope him. He never missed a beat as the bouncers pulled the men offstage and back into the crowd. Tonight he was going all out. By the time he got down to nothing but his work boots and the hard-on from hell, he was ready to pull out all the stops. When he turned back to the crowd, he gave a naughty wink and instead of disappearing through the curtain as usual, he stayed on stage, once again fisting his cock. This time Dale was going all the way, riding it to the beat of the music that was still playing. The crowd went wild.
Shouts and yells of encouragement rang out and he thrust and swayed into his fist, masturbating. He rode his pleasure, letting it flow into his facial features. With his head thrown back, he could feel the tickling of his hair sweeping across his ass. He could imagine what Preston must be feeling as he observed him jacking-off to a crowd of crazed men. His skin felt tight and his balls drew close to his body as his orgasm hit him. White streams of seed shot into the air and he growled his pleasure.
Chaos broke out; men started to swarm the stage. A bouncer yelled to him, "Get the hell off the stage, these bastards are out of control tonight."
Dale spun and ran through the curtain, taking a robe one of the guys backstage handed him as he made his way back to the dressing area. He could still hear the shouts and screams of the crowd as they pleaded for him to come back onstage. Not tonight. He usually went back onstage and picked up his discarded costume and the wads of money the overzealous guys had tossed onstage for him. Damn, a stripper made good money. The first night he danced, he made over five hundred dollars and he refused to do lap dances. He was saving his private and personal audience for one man, and one man only—Preston.
He'd no sooner caught his breath from the excitement of the dance and sexual release, than a bouncer came into his dressing room. "Preston wants to see you in his office right now."
Ah, I bet he does. And I can guess what the fucker wants too , he smirked.
After that performance Preston was probably ready to come in his pants. Dale had him just where he wanted him, hard and anxious for him. Preston watched each of his performances with avid perusal. Staying until the very end, and more than likely, getting himself off afterwards.
Before leaving, he pulled his wallet out of his duffle bag and slipped a lubricated condom into the pocket of his robe. He was leaving nothing to chance and he wasn't going to have unprotected sex with a man that had seen more action than a carnival ride on opening day.
Dale didn't even bother dressing but went straight to Preston door and knocked. He heard a muffled. "Come in." Opening the door he found Preston leaning against his desk, with his arms crossed over his chest, the same desk on which he'd taken advantage of an impressionable young man. Not this time. He was facing Preston with the advantage in his c
ourt. He held the control now. "You wanted to see me?" Dale gestured toward Preston. "You put on quite a show tonight," Preston said, as he looked him over, "and I am not sure I approve of what you did. The bouncers had their hands full trying to get the crowd settled back down and ready for the next dancer."
"I am sure sorry if I broke some rules. It just came over me, you could say," Dale replied, as he slowly advanced toward him, using his powerful sexuality to finish reeling in his prey. He was aroused not for Preston, but for what he was going to do to him. All his planning and hard work had come down to this moment, and he intended to win.
Pressing up against him, Dale ran the back of his hand down Preston's face. "Do you like my touch?" He purred in his ear. "Does watching me pleasure myself in front of all those screaming men excite you?" He felt Preston shiver beneath his hand and his pupils dilated to almost pure black. "You want to touch me, don't you?" It was not a question. He knew the older man wanted him. He reached down and cupped Preston's sex, then ran his fingertip up the outline of his erection beneath his slacks.
Dale became more forceful, crowding into the man's personal space. With his lips just a hair's breadth away from Preston's, he whispered explicit words, "I want you to take off your clothes, I need to feel the warmth of your skin pressed up against mine." His lips descended down hard on Preston's, open mouthed, slipping his tongue into the wet warmth that was offered to him. Dale had to clear his mind of Preston's image, and instead think of the sweet revenge he was going to exact. That kept him hard and demanding, as he took Preston.
Pulling back, he waited and watched as Preston started to undress. He noticed how Preston's hands trembled as he worked to free the bottoms of his shirt, pulling it over and off his shoulders. He'd little patience left for the man, and he gave him a helping hand getting his pants unzipped and off.
Now, Preston stood naked and hard, while Dale still had on his robe. He stared Preston in the eyes and parted his robe with a sensuous slow movement of his hands, revealing his cock that strained toward his navel, thick and round. "Does thinking of sucking me off make you want to come?" His big hand drifted down to his thrusting cock and he grasped it, curling his finger around it. "Get on your knees and have a taste. You know you have wanted to since you first met me," Dale arrogantly said, "and I want to watch my cock slide in and out of your mouth wet and glistening as I work it between your lips. To disappear deep, as you suck me down to the root."
Preston's eye movements were jerky and hurried. He reeked of sexual excitement and Dale was going to keep the pressure on and break him before he wasthrough.
Licking his lips as if they were parched, Preston spoke, "I have thought of nothing else but you since you walked into The Stud Farm." He paused for a moment as if gathering up his courage. "You fucking turn me on like no one ever has. I will do anything to have you. I can give you anything. I am a very wealthy man and I know how to pleasure a man. I am good, very good." He looked determined, Dale would give him that. He could just imagine that most men would jump at the chance to be Preston's lover. But for once, he was going to stick it to him. Letting him know how it felt to be fucked and not kissed. His money meant shit to him. Power coursed through his body. It was heady making him feel euphoric.
"Show me how much you want me. Don't tell me. Show me. Use that mouth of yours for something other than talking. Talk is cheap. Worship me with your tongue and lips. Make me crave you." Dale wanted to gag on his own words, yet he know the dirty talk would heat up Preston's blood and make him crazy for wanting him.
Placing his hand on top of the other man's head, Dale exerted little pressure to get Preston to drop down to his knees. The man basically almost fell to get eye level with his cock.
Warm unfamiliar hands brushed up the back of Dale's legs until they were cupping his ass, drawing him forward to parted lips that were dusky pink and wet from being licked over and over again. Even if Dale hated him, he could not deny the moment those lips wrapped around his stiff cock and took him all the way to the back of his throat, it did feel frickin' good and he let him know that. "Oh, yeah. That feels so fucking good. Suck harder, faster." He threaded his fingers into Preston's hair, using it as leverage to buck against the other man's face.
He couldn't stop the moans and groans from breaking loose deep within his chest. "That's right. Take me all the way. Lick my slit. Ah…God!" Damn that old man was good at giving head. Lightly Preston scraped his teeth along the length of his cock. "Fuck!"
Dale wanted to pound his face unmercifully, but he had other plans for this man.
Pulling his cock from between the swollen lips, he literally yanked Preston up by his hair, kissing him hard, savagely, brutally. Teeth clashed and tongues waged in primal sparring. Dale lifted away just enough so that their lips were barely against each other. "Do you want to feel my cock up your ass? Stretch you until you could faint? Tell me Preston, do you want what I've got? Does the thought of my cock deep in your ass make you drip?" In a barely audible voice he spoke, "I…yes, fuck me. Use me." He knew Preston was a man that was the one who fucked and did
not get fucked. He was a taker, not a giver—greedy, selfish bastard. Motioning his head toward the desk. "Spread that ass, let me see how much you want me to fuck you." His words were quietly calm and broached no refusal.
Without hesitating, Preston turned away from him and leaned over the desk, reaching behind with both hands to pull his ass cheeks apart, exposing the frail pink pucker of his anus.
With steady hands, Dale retrieved the pre-lubed condom out of his pocket and slithered it down over his stiffness. "Take a deep breath." He waited until he saw Preston breathe in deeply. His voice was soothing and soft. But what he did next was nothing of the kind. Fitting the head of his sex to Preston's tight opening, he reared his hips back and tunneled all the way until his balls slammed against the underside of the other man's ass. Preston squealed like a stuck pig as he was unmercifully skewered.
He was prepared for what happened next. Preston tried to push himself up off the desk, but Dale already had a hand tightening down on the back of his neck, holding him in place. Face down, just like he'd been eight years ago. Helpless and scared, yet sickly turned on and unable to stop the tide of arousal that overtook him.
Grasping his free hand onto Preston's hip, he held him in place as he slammed his ass, talking to him at the same time. "That's it. Just relax. God, your ass is tight and hot."
Preston was still squirming on the desk, but now he was moaning and groaning with each thrust that parted and filled his aching hole.
Dale leaned his head down to watch as his sheathed sex pulled out, exposing the rippled muscles that encircled Preston's entrance, and then driving forward with his hips as his cock disappeared back into the tight heat.
"Do you want me to stop?" He could feel him trying to shake his head no. Hell no, he didn't want Dale to stop. He did stop, though. It was time to reveal the real reason why he was here. Here in this room and fucking this man. "Preston, do you remember about eight years ago a young man that came to you for a job? Think hard. That same green, just out of the closet boy you brought into this very room and fucked him just like I am fucking you?" It took what seemed like an hour, but really it was only seconds for him to put two and two together, figuring out what Dale was taking about.
He could feel Preston's body tighten up and that was the moment he must have recognized him. "You were that country bumpkin that wanted to work here?" Disbelief reverberated in Preston's voice.
"Funny thing about that 'country bumpkin boy' you would never know it, now would ya? Now, I am going to do to you what you did to me, you old fucker." With an even firmer grip on the back of Preston's neck, he drew his cock almost out, then slammed back in with all his might, knocking the wind out of Preston.
This time, the big man yelled and screamed at first as Dale fucked him as hard as he could. The friction between the walls of Preston's scalding ass and the width of his cock grew hot, almost pai
nful. Before long, the old man was whimpering like a baby, begging for release, but he wasn't ready to give him that. He'd pound his ass until he couldn't sit for a good week. Every time Preston went to sit, his ass would burn like it was on fire and he would be reminded of him.
The only audible declarations of sex within Preston's private office were the harsh slapping of flesh to flesh, the unadorned male grunts and groans. The fleshy sounds of sweat covered skin meeting and penetrating hardness into clenched muscle, over and over again, as he used Preston with fierce impassioned revenge.
Dale knew that he was larger than most men and had to be careful when he was the one pleasuring a partner. Yet, he held nothing back as he brutally worked his cock in and out of Preston's ass. No remorse. No regret.
By the time he neared his orgasm, his vicious thrusts had moved the desk a couple of feet. Knowing he had gotten what he'd come for, Dale let his orgasm wash down over him, filling the condom with his scalding seed. Preston had already come a while back, he just been torturing him for the last ten minutes, having the power and control over Preston's body, working his ass until it was his time to come. It gave him immense pleasure. A very nasty smile parted his lips. Leaning forward, he growled in Preston's ear, "Next time remember, you just never know whom you're screwing, boy." Pulling out, Dale made quick work of sliding the used condom off and tossing it in the trash can, just like Preston had, long ago.
He had one last thing to do before walking away for good. Turning back he slapped Preston hard on the ass. "It looks like you are the one that needs to grow up before you can handle a real man, now, doesn't it?" Once again, it wasn't a question he was stating a fact. His demons had been eradicated and his revenge complete.
Preston lay lifeless and broken with his red ass and old body draped over the desk. A look of pure disgust hardened Dale's features, as he walked out the door of Preston's private office to get dressed and get the hell out of The Stud Farm.
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