While Loki was waiting for everyone to settle down, he was watching the crowd. He crossed his arms over his chest and blinked those entrancing eyes. Carmine loved his eyes because he’d never met someone with one green and one blue before, and he’d definitely never met anyone with white eyelashes and eyebrows before. Carmine thought his looks were exotic and unique, and that kept his attention like nothing else.
As Loki scanned the crowd, his gaze landed on Carmine and he smiled. He winked his blue eye at him and then looked back as Wycked stepped up beside him.
He thought she was a nice looking Domme. She wore a leather bra top with a leather garter belt connected to a pair of dark stockings. She had on what Carmine knew was strap-on harness. Her long blonde hair was up and in a braid down her back. It looked to him like they were both wearing small microphone headsets, too.
“Pegging demo...” Carmine sighed. “I’d rather be pegging him with my dick than watching her peg him with a fake cock.”
Charles nodded. “Shut up, she’s fucking hot, I like watching her work...”
“I wanna watch him take my cock again,” Carmine mumbled as his eyes scanned the pale skinned person on the stage. “She’s going to stuff him; you have any idea how much he can take?”
“Try not to watch the dudes, Carmine.”
Carmine sighed and shrugged. “You’re missing out, that’s all I gotta say.”
Wycked looked around and saw most people were sitting. “We’re going to start now. If you don’t already know us, I’m Wycked, and my partner is Loki. If this is your first demo, I usually use him as my demo bottom. This is a pegging demonstration and I’ll be giving information as we go along. I’d appreciate it if any questions are held until we’re finished,” she stated and nodded to Loki. “I’ll take him backstage and do his aftercare before I come back for questions.” She turned to Loki and nodded for him to talk.
“Alright,” Loki blurted while he glanced around. “Remember, play nice. You all better know how to make sure everyone stays safe and healthy, so be sure if you’re receiving, you should be cleaned up nice and neat. At the very least have a condom on the toy, and make sure you’ve been to the bathroom that day. You might consider stretching beforehand, which I have already taken care of.”
Wycked rolled her eyes and grasped Loki by the back of the neck. “Come on,” she demanded and spun him around to bend him over the bench. He gave a soft oof when he flopped down. He grunted as he pulled his knees up to the sides.
“Now, this boy can take a big cock, which means for the sake of this demo, I’m using a larger one. You have to be careful with the bottom to know what size they can comfortably take. Also, keep in mind, Loki’s a painslut, so he likes things a bit rougher than some.”
She leaned over, grabbing the back of his ponytail and pulling him back toward her. “Aren’t you a painslut, Loki?” Loki snorted but refused to answer, so she shoved his head forward again. She swatted him across the ass hard enough that the pop could be heard in the audience. “Well, I was going to be nice to you, but now I think I’ll make you suffer, brat,” she commented in a voice dripping with honey as she turned toward the table where an assortment of equipment was laid out.
She picked up and showed the audience several strap-on compatible dildos, some small, some large, and some of them were realistic. Then she picked up a larger one that was very much not realistic. It had an almost translucent look in speckles of pinks with swirling purples, blues, and black. It had ridges giving it the vague shape of a bird, with the end looking like the head of the bird tucked beak against the body.
“This is a product I highly recommend. The toy is called Firebird by Night by Phoenix Toy Nest. This particular one is custom made for this slut here. High quality silicone material and comes in various sizes. I’m not using a condom on it, because this one belongs to this brat. Condoms are good for cleanup, but if you know Loki, he hates them with a passion. For him, use of a condom is a hard limit. On cheap dildos, you are best off using condoms. Not everything is phthalate free, and not everything claiming to be ‘body safe’ actually is.” She waved the dildo about in front of her. “This beast, well, you get what you pay for. Want something good, drop at least a hundred.”
She attached the dildo to the strap-on, showing how it fit into place inside the ring. “Make certain you are using the correct sized ring for the cock you’re putting on. If the ring is too small for the toy, the toy is hard to remove and there’s a possibility of damage to the toy, and it’s definitely a pain in the ass to deal with it. If the ring is too big for your toy, the toy might shift or fall out. Not something you want to happen in the middle of a scene.
“Now, as I said, Loki’s a painslut, so he doesn’t need a lot of extensive prep, but it is still recommended to avoid injury.”
She grabbed a bottle of lube from the table as she flipped the skirt over Loki’s back to expose his ass. “I’m using thicker, water-based lube. Something like this is good for anal play as well as toy play. Not all lubes are created equal. Sex lubes and toy lubes are a lot different. Remember water-based is necessary for silicone toys. The last thing you want is to buy a toy like this, running into hundreds of dollars, and have it completely ruined by putting the wrong lube on it. Especially if happens to be a favorite shape.”
She applied a generous glop of the lube to her fingers and slid two of her slim digits into him. He flinched at the touch and ground back on her. “Stop it,” she growled out and smacked him with her free hand while continuing to work on loosening him for a few moments. “No matter what, if you are doing anything with anal play, massage the rectum thoroughly. Make sure you can feel the muscles loosening around your fingers until you can slide in and out with ease. You should reach a point with almost no resistance. The bigger the toy, the more fingers you should insert, and the longer it should take. Remember, make sure the bottom is ready for whatever size you’re using,” she instructed.
She moved into position behind him and lubed the dildo. She pressed up against him enough that the tip of the dildo was just against his entrance. He made whimpering noise as she touched him. “Hmm, you want something?”
Carmine’s eyes didn’t move as he intently watched the scene play out. Loki made a noise in his throat somewhere between a growl and a sigh. “Come on, tell me what you want,” Wycked sang as she gently pressed the tip into him, just enough to inch past the ring of muscles. He groaned then gasped as she pulled back again. “What is it? You want me to do something?” she asked, sliding forward just barely into him and rolled her hips a bit.
“Fuck...” Loki finally growled. “Fuck me with it...”
“Hmm?” she demanded and pressed forward about an inch before pulling back. “You said what?”
Loki nearly choked as he tried to make the words. “Hnng... Fuck me, please, Miss Wycked... Please...”
“Yes, good boy,” she praised as she pressed deeper into him by a couple inches before pulling back out completely.
She glanced at the audience. “Depending on the experience of the bottom, you will have to be aware of the speed at which you penetrate. Slow is the safest bet, mostly because we don’t want to cause the wrong sort of pain. Remember, there is a very real danger of causing tearing and other injuries. Always, lots of lube, lots of preparation, and slow insertion. Keep in mind, unlike a real cock, you do not have feeling through the strap-on.”
She slowly slid back into him, causing him to shudder as she pushed deeper, almost pushing half of the dildo in now. “If you feel resistance, stop. Do not force insertion if the sub indicates pain or they aren’t able to handle more depth. You must be aware of this. As you move from initial insertion and into the actual fucking, then you still need to keep the sub’s position in mind. Stay centered,” she instructed as she began a slow and steady pace, setting Loki’s voice to a constant low long drawn out moan. “Now, be aware of the location of the prostate,” she reminded the crowd as she moved in a fashion that made Loki arch a
nd yelp. “This keeps the sub in a state of constant stimulation, assuming the sub has a prostate. I am focusing on anal pegging; vaginal pegging has some other intricacies. If your sub is equipped with a vagina, angle the dildo toward the vagina and rub against the barrier between the anal cavity and the vaginal cavity. Keep in mind, if your sub has a clitoris, the clitoris is more than just the nub above the urethra; it is an internal organ that expands around the vaginal opening. Massaging this area while anally pegging can often cause an intense pleasure.”
Wycked began to thrust deeper into him and setting a faster pace. After a while of increasing her speed and depth, she started to feel his body begin to tense where her hand laid on his back.
“What, boy, you want to cum?” she teased, continuing to stroke his back and hips as she stilled inside him.
Loki panted for a long few minutes. “Please...I’m going to...go...”
“Don’t you fucking dare cum without me telling you,” she snarled out and began a shallow series of thrusts just barely nudging into his prostate until he was nearly nonsensical. “So, what is it? Do you need something, boy? Hmm?”
“P-please... Please Miss, I need to...need to...” he finally stuttered out after a few minutes panting.
“Need to what? I’m sorry, I can’t understand you if you keep stuttering like that. Speak clearly, boy,” she snarled again, teasing him lightly with the tip of the toy. She slid backward until she was barely pressed into him and waited.
“Miss, please, let me cum, I need to...please...” he practically sobbed out and Wycked smirked.
Wycked backed out from him before slamming all the way in at once. Loki nearly yelped and his hands gripped the bench hard enough to whiten his knuckles. More than one audience member seemed a bit concerned as she set about causing the bench to slide from a couple of the thrusts. After a few minutes, she started to slow, and then leaned over, reaching one hand under to stroke his cock and slipped the other down to the top of his ass to teasingly press against the muscles there. By the amount he was dripping, she knew he was at the very edge of his restraint. It was impressive he’d lasted this long considering she hadn’t put a cockring on him
“Now, cum, show them how much you love being fucked like this.”
Loki didn’t last long after she spoke to him in the domineering tone, his body tensing and fingers digging harder into the leather of the bench. He let out a throaty moan as he went over the edge. Wycked thrust through his orgasm until his body stopped twitching. She gently pulled out of him and unstrapped the harness, dropping it into the plastic lined basket beside her. She then reached for a towel on the table she had all her tools on. After cleaning him of fluids and lube she rested her hands on the base of his spine gently.
“Don’t forget to check them over for any possible injury before going on with their preferred aftercare. Which I need to take care of right now, so thanks for watching. I’ll be back when I’m finished to take any questions,” she explained as she helped Loki up from the bench and took him behind the curtain to the backstage.
The audience had started to disperse, people going about their own fun. At the table where Carmine and Charles sat, Carmine sighed and reached down and to adjust himself. “Fuck...” he grumbled.
“If you’re needy, go find...”
“I’m not gonna do it,” Carmine sighed again.
His oldest friend watched him as he stared at the stage for a couple minutes. Then he spoke softly. “You seriously got a thing for Loki, huh? I never woulda thought.”
Carmine jerked as if startled and turned to Charles again. “Look, I know I’ve been messing around for years now, and I know I’ve bounced between subs and stuff. But you know I don’t want to.”
Charles nodded. “Yeah, I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you needed someone when Denice dumped you. I wish I could have been there to tell the bitch off.”
Carmine didn’t doubt Charles would have said something to her. He hadn’t even told him the whole story. Charles didn’t know they’d been engaged, and she was the cause of some of his anxiety when it came to approaching new partners. He couldn’t help the fact he’d gone into a depression or having to go into the hospital to get his medications adjusted again. She’d told him she couldn’t have a Dom, or a husband, who couldn’t control his own mental state. She’d broken it off the day he was released from the hospital. He’d never been happier to have not moved in with her.
He looked at Charles and smiled, still not ready to tell him everything. He shrugged. “Eh, you were off getting shot at in a desert, you know. I wanted to go in with you, but they wouldn’t let me,” he shrugged as he reached up and rubbed the back of his head.
“Man, I’m glad you couldn’t. You know how much damage control I’d have to do with your horny ass in an army base?” he grumbled with a smirk.
Carmine winked at him. “You say you only dig chicks. But I hear tales about your battle buddies...”
Charles reached over and smacked Carmine on the back of the head. “Fuck you, bastard. Ain’t like that,” he said. “You just like to shove your slut dick in anything that has a hole. You’d fuck a goddamned couch if you thought it’d get you off.”
“Depends on if it was a hot couch,” Carmine smiled and downed the rest of his cola. “You think he’ll come back out?”
Charles shook his head. “You know he usually only scenes once a night. And it looked pretty intense.”
Carmine nodded. “Ah, well, I’ll go jerk off when I get home, then I’ll come back tomorrow for him. Maybe if I get here early enough, I can play with him...”
“He works tomorrow, though, so don’t count on it. He sometimes doesn’t scene after he’s bartended all afternoon,” Charles informed him.
Carmine stood up and glanced down at Charles before he gave him a sad smile. “I’m gonna head home, catch you tomorrow,” he said solemnly as he left the club.
He drove home in silence, finding it quiet once he got there. He paused inside the door and put a hand against the frame. He was going to need his trazadone tonight because he was so wound up. Damn did he wish he still had his old contacts for weed right now.
Carmine, Carmine, what the fuck are you doing? Getting attached to someone else that can dump your stupid ass when they find out what a moron you are? He berated himself.
He closed his eyes for a moment then went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, rummaging for a second. Snatching a container of gnocchi, he headed up the dark stairs to his room. His mom slept on the first floor in what would have been the living room. He took the single bedroom upstairs. He sat down on the bed cross legged and grabbed the TV remote to find something, anything as he popped cold gnocchi in his mouth without much thought. Definitely needing the sleeping pills tonight, he thought as he put the empty container on the floor.
Chapter Four
The Bartender and the Club
Devan Sullivan stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the pale green tie. The large, empty bathroom echoed with every move he made. The tiles were shiny and kept spotless, and their pastel yellow color caused no end of irritation to the man who stood within their confines. Boxed in, and closed off, was the best way to describe how this large, open bathroom made him feel. It was in complete opposition to the larger than necessary room, of course. His feelings of being trapped had nothing to do with the walls. No, this intense feeling had everything to do with his name.
Right now, he was Sully. Right now, he was the person he hated more than anyone else in the entire world. This was the person he tried to have beaten out of him when he donned the name Loki and bowed his head. This was the person the female Loki ascended above and took full control away from. This was the part Devan Sullivan wanted to completely scrub from his memory. Sully was the part of himself he would never be able to accept again. Sully had done things he would never atone for. Sully had lost his soul inside his own personal hell. Sully was the one who had become a part of organized crime at sixteen. Sully was a dis
grace. Devan still used the name, so he didn’t dirty Devan with the work he did for Callaghan.
At the age of twenty-six, Devan had no real idea who he was.
He was not looking forward to what Rian Callaghan had planned for today. He’d started out the day feeling well, then rolled out of bed to a text message saying he was needed in the office. Devan never went to see Callaghan in anything less than a full suit. He had to fake being nice to the old bastard, which was bad enough, but if he showed up in less than professional looking clothes, he was in for it.
He grumbled under his breath for a moment before pulling back his fine, blonde hair into a ponytail base of his neck. He couldn’t show up looking too feminine, otherwise Callaghan might do something extreme as a punishment. Callaghan was old school Irish Catholic, and so Devan had to pretend to fit into the old man’s idea of what men should look like.
He continued staring at himself and hated when he dressed like this. His “professional” persona was so far away from who he really was it caused him near physical pain. He didn’t know who he was when he was like this. Not at all.
He pulled down on the jacket’s arms and adjusted the cuffs. His real boss, Liam O’Brien, had his suits tailored for him. His size was unusual, with his shoulders being narrower than most men his height. He stood at five foot nine, but he was incredibly thin and had a small frame. Devan hated having to hide who he was, even if it was to ensure his own safety. This was why he had to make sure he looked as “manly” as possible for Callaghan; Callaghan didn’t stand for having “fags” in his ranks, considering them an “affront to God.” Though, Devan wasn’t the only one who had to fake it; there were several others.
The phone chirped from beside the mirror to let him know he needed to get to Callaghan’s office in a few moments. He hated these meetings with his “boss.” He just had to keep in mind he was working the bar tonight, and after he’d get some sorely needed relief. With today being Saturday, he could depend on there being a Dom/me who could give him what he wanted. Last night had been fun, but it had not been enough; he didn’t have marks left behind. He leaned forward and wiped off a bit of eyeliner he’d missed in the shower. When they said waterproof, they weren’t kidding. He blinked his odd eyes. He closed the blue one and imagined he was just green-eyed for a moment, then did the same with the blue one. He wasn’t sure if he liked the blue or the green better. Didn’t matter, wasn’t like he could change it. He could wear contacts, but he didn’t like to. Again, he hated to pretend he was something he wasn’t. Even if he did spend his life almost always doing that very thing.
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