A Very Phoenix Christmas

by C J Bishop

  Laying Angel back against Oliver, Dane slipped between the boy’s thighs and thrust to the beat of the music.

  “Holy fucking hell…” Gabe choked. “We definitely need some of that.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Cole whimpered.

  Oliver was teetering on the edge of orgasm—it was written all over his tense face. Dane and Angel would take him the rest of the way, no doubt about that.

  Cole and Gabe danced around them, taking the opportunity to caress and feel up Dane and Angel. The boy curved against Oliver’s chest and shoulder, slender hips thrusting.

  Moving around behind the chair, Cole released the handcuffs, freeing Oliver’s hand. He grinned and winked at Gabe.

  Oliver immediately clutched Angel’s waist and caught their rhythm. His hands steadily slipped down between the two strippers, fondling their hard members. He gasped and panted and thrust with them. Dane grabbed the back of the chair as his athletic body began to roll, hips curving with a sensual rhythm—painting a crystal clear picture of what it looked like when he and Angel made love. Enhancing the “visage”, Angel rose to meet him with the same air of sensuality.

  “Sweet God in heaven,” Gabe breathed, “they are beautiful together.”

  Beneath them, Oliver caressed their bodies, his face a vision of ecstasy and heavenly delight. His legs opened wider, allowing them deeper between his muscular thighs. Dane’s thrusts shoved Angel against the man’s crotch, his soft wet cheeks engulfing Oliver’s protruding erection.

  “Yes…” Oliver moaned, his throat working rapidly. His large body began to tense, his breath coming faster, harder as he raised his hips with greater urgency. Dane took the cue and “fucked” Angel with added vigor. Both Oliver and Angel panted and whimpered in unison, both so close to the breaking point. Dane’s face strained, his jaw clenched as hot breath puffed out of him. It was anyone’s guess who would break first.

  Cole pushed harder against Gabe, using the beat of the music to camouflage his thrusts as dirty dancing. The thin fabric of his G-string provided little restraint against his rock hard member and allowed him to delve deep between Gabe’s ass cheeks.

  “Shit…” Gabe reached back and grabbed Cole’s ass, shudders running through him as he gyrated to the rhythm of the music.

  “Uuhh!” Oliver choked out and gasped sharply, pumping erratically against Angel’s ass. “Fuuuck!” His hips jerked, spasms surging through him.

  Cole shivered and grinned. “There we go.”

  Right on the tale of Oliver’s orgasm—Angel cried out and clawed Dane’s back.

  “Yes, baby…” Oliver moaned breathlessly. “Yes, cum for me…”

  Angel let out another strangled cry and came for him.

  “Oh fuck,” Cole panted, rocking against Gabe’s ass. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

  “Really?” Gabe breathed, grinning. “Can’t imagine why.”

  Dane growled between clenched teeth and his body seized up, back bowing as he thrust wildly between Angel’s thighs. His head craned back and breath broke in a hard gasp as his entire frame jerked, wrenching a roar from deep in his core as he unloaded into his G-string.

  “Fuck.” Cole bit his husband’s shoulder, teeth gouging into his hot flesh, and pumped his ass erratically, losing some of his rhythm with the music, hissing, “Fuck-fuck-fuck…” Creamy wet heat surged out of him and into his G-string. He shuddered and continued to rub between Gabe’s cheeks. “Shit… oh fuck…”

  “Well, this is hardly fair,” Gabe muttered.

  “Want me in front of you?” Cole panted hotly in his ear.

  Gabe chuckled. “Fuck yeah—but I’ll wait until I can get inside of you, because I need to do some serious drilling after this.”

  Chapter 12

  “Talk to us, Kim.”

  Dylan and Kim had dressed and now sat on the loveseat, Kim leaning against Dylan.

  Sitting on the other side of the boy, Ricky touched his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “You’re in a safe space. We’re your friends.” He glanced at the other three boys who had come to the club with Kim. “Do you know what this is about?”

  The boys shook their heads.

  “Did something happen to you at work?” Ricky asked.

  Dylan frowned. “Where does he work?”

  Ricky glanced at Levi and the others. “Kim, Danny, Matt and JulioDanny, Matt and Julio… they work for a small, privately owned porn company. Personally, I think they should all quit and come to work here.” He shrugged. “Or just about anywhere else than that place.”

  “How do they treat you?” Dylan asked the three boys.

  Matt shrugged. “Okay, I guess. We just do our scenes and go home.”

  “Yeah,” Danny said. “We don’t hang out there or anything. It’s like a regular job, we go to work and come home.”

  Julio added nothing to it and stood quietly, eyes on Kim.

  “Julio?” Ricky murmured. “How do you feel about working there?”

  The Hispanic boy shrugged and mumbled, “I don’t know.”

  Dylan spoke to Kim. “Have they mistreated you? The bruises… how did you get them?”

  “What bruises?” Hal asked with sudden concern.

  “On his inner thighs. Ugly bruises. They look like they’re starting to heal, but they’re not that old. Whatever happened, it wasn’t very long ago.”

  “Kim?” Ricky stroked his hair. “Come on, baby, tell us what happened. If someone is hurting you—or has hurt you—they won’t get away with it. We have some badass friends who’ll make sure of that. And trust me, they’re tougher than whoever did this to you.”

  Dylan had no idea who Ricky was talking about, but he believed him.

  Sniffing, Kim wiped his eyes. “Mr. Riggs,” he whispered, glancing as his coworkers.

  Matt frowned, shock filling his eyes. “Mr. Riggs did that to you? But… why? He’s never done anything like that to me.”

  “Me, neither,” Danny said, equally confused by the revelation.

  “Who is Mr. Riggs?” Hal asked.

  “The boss. He owns the company.”

  Ricky looked at Julio. “What about you? Has this Mr. Riggs ever hurt you in any way?”

  Pursing his lips, Julio nodded.

  “What did he do to you?” Ricky asked.

  “He… raped me,” Julio whispered shakily. “When… when I came in to audition for him. He said that…” Julio swallowed thickly as tears seeped into his eyes. “He said that wetbacks can’t take a fucking like real American white boys and if I wanted a job, I had to prove I could take it.”

  Levi fumed, “So he raped you? That’s how he determined if you could take it?”

  “Is that what happened to you, Kim?” Dylan asked.

  Kim nodded. “He said the same thing to me… but called me a… gook.”

  “Sounds like a racist piece of shit to me,” Ricky growled.

  “Fuck,” Matt murmured. “I… I had no idea he was like that. Or that… that he would do something like that to any of the boys who worked there.”

  “Why did you keep working for him?” Hal asked Kim and Julio.

  “I needed the money,” Kim whispered. “I couldn’t find another job at the time. Then after I started working for him, he kept telling me no one else would hire me now that I’d done porn. I-I didn’t know what to do.”

  “Has he hurt you more than once?” Dylan asked.

  Kim nodded. “I think it turns him on to hurt boys like me.” He glanced at Julio. “… and you.”

  “Anyone who isn’t white,” Levi muttered.

  Ricky shook his head. “Well, let’s get this straight right here and now. You two…” He pointed at Kim and Julio. “… are not going back there. We’ll talk to Max about hiring you on here. If you want to find a different job later, then that’s fine, but for now—you need to be in a safe environment.” He looked at Matt and Danny. “It would be great if you guys would quit that place, too. Max is always looking for dancers. What
you don’t know, we can teach you.”

  “You…” Kim stared at Ricky. “You’d really do that for us? But… you barely know us.”

  “We know enough,” Ricky said. “You just sit tight and Levi and I will go talk to Cole and Gabe. They’re like Max’s right-hand men when it comes to the club. But don’t worry, they won’t turn you away. They’re cool guys.” He motioned to Levi. “Come on.” On their way out, Ricky nodded at Matt and Danny. “Think about it, okay? You don’t want to work for some asshole.” He swallowed, a shadow passing through his eyes. “I’ve been there. Trust me, it isn’t worth it.”

  The two young men left the room.

  Samuel came and sat down in Ricky’s spot. “Do you guys have a safe place sleep at night? An apartment?”

  “Yes,” Kim murmured. “I do. But… it isn’t in a good neighborhood. But I can’t afford anything else.”

  “Same here,” Julio said quietly. “Mr. Riggs only pays me half of what he pays the white boys.”

  “What?” Matt frowned. “That’s bullshit. I’ve seen your work, Julio. We’ve done scenes together. You’re just as good as any of the rest of us.”

  Tommy joined in. “You guys can stay with us, if you want. Our apartment isn’t big, but we’ll make room.”

  “While we’re in town,” Dylan said. “Kim can stay with us at the hotel.” He looked at Hal. “Can’t he?”

  “Yeah, of course. No problem.”

  Kim smiled at him. “Really?”

  “Really. And if you still want to pursue a career in porn, maybe we can take a trip back to Chicago sometime soon and introduce you to Gideon and his boys.”

  Tommy’s hand shot up. “I’m going with you.”

  “Me, too,” Gavin chimed in. “Those guys are hot. And cool.” He laughed.

  “Whatever you want to do,” Dylan told Kim, then glanced at Julio. “And you, too. I mean, if that’s something you still want to do. Gideon treats his boys like family. No one would mistreat you or abuse you, I guarantee it.” He smiled. “It’s just something to think about. You don’t have to figure it out tonight.”

  Danny shifted. “You think he’d hire us, too? I mean, if we don’t come to work here.”

  Hal smiled. “So, you’re going to quit that place?”

  Danny nodded. “I am, for sure. I don’t want to work for a prick like that.”

  “Me, neither,” Matt said.

  “Absolutely,” Dylan said. “You guys are gorgeous and nice. Gideon would love you.”

  “So would his boys.” Hal grinned. “Trust me.”

  . . .

  Dane and Angel were back at the bar with Cole, Gabe, Carl and LexGabe, Carl and Lex when Ricky and Levi emerged from the V.I.P. room. Oliver had gone home to his wife with a whole “package” full of passion to share with her.

  “Hey.” Ricky approached, not his usual cocky self.

  Even so, Dane draped his arm around Angel and eyed the boy.

  “I need to talk to you guys about something serious.”

  Cole and Gabe exchanged a look. “What is it?”

  They listened as Ricky explained the situation with the four boys they had invited to the party. “I said I would talk to Max about them maybe coming to work here. He would consider it, right? They can’t go back to that place. It isn’t safe.”

  Cole nodded. “Of course, they can’t. We’ll talk to Max after Christmas. Until then, do they have a place to stay?”

  “With us,” Ricky said. “It’ll be a little cramped but…” He shrugged and smiled. “… we don’t mind making room.”

  Under normal circumstances, Dane would have made a crack about their “slut” lifestyle, but the guy was doing a nice thing and trying to help out these boys. For that, he could respect the brat boy.

  At heart, Ricky was a good boy.

  But if he ever laid his hands on Angel again…

  The other young men came out of the V.I.P. room and approached the bar. Ricky introduced the four new boys.

  “Kim is going to stay at the hotel with us,” Dylan said. “While we’re here in the city. Then, we were thinking… we might take them out to meet Gideon and his boys.”

  Ricky lit up. “Now, that’s a great idea. I’m going along, too, of course.”

  “And me.” Levi held up his hand.

  Dane grinned. “Go back to Chicago?” He squeezed Angel. “We’re in.”

  “Us, too,” Gabe said. “I’ve been missing those twin beauties they have out there.” He grabbed Samuel. “You and your man are coming, too, right? You missed out on the last trip.”

  “Hell yeah, we’re going.”

  Gabe laughed and kissed his head, then looked at Carl and Lex. “What about you two?” He winked. “There’s a hell of a lot of fun to be had in a house full of sexy porn boys.”

  Lex chuckled. “Well, we’ll just have to wait and see, but…” He shrugged and smiled. “Maybe.”

  “Well then.” Cole grinned and picked up drink. “Merry Christmas to us!”