Self-Destruction

[kspozcum]

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation

 

Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding.

 

Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant.

 

I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back.

 

“Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.”

 

Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage.

 

“No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.”

 

Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking.

 

“Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off.

 

“Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.”

 

Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…”

 

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo.

 

“Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?”

 

“I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff.

 

He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up.

 

“Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key.

 

“Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement.

 

“By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.”

 

I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace.

 

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Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could.

 

The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online.

 

I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance.

 

Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features.

 

That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him.

 

After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

[SlampaBay]

A great set-up like this is like the exciting first steep climb on a roller coaster.

Oh boy, here we go…

Edited February 10 by SlampaBay

[plisken]

looking forward to next part

[BadBob214]

Excellent.  Can't wait for more.

[Guest]

Excellent beginning - looking forward to the unfolding story.

[amsrat]

Great start, looking forward to how this unfolds.

[austin_submale]

Getting interesting

[PozBearWI]

What a well crafted set up.  One day I hope to be able to read this whole story front to back without the breaks.  But until then I am going to enjoy seeing this one unfold.

[RiskyMarc]

I‘m curious for more.

[RiskyMarc]

I‘m curious for more. This seems to be developing quite interestingly. Thanks so far.

[Medwaym]

Hot start, can't wait to read more 😈

[dazzasboy]

Thanks, great writing

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

Great start, I love how descriptive you are!  Looking forward to read more!

[Justaholeff]

Hard as a rock ready this shit!!!!....the beginning was written as if was everytime I've gone to a bathhouse....fuuuuck..please continue the story!

[HappyPozBoy]

Smoking and sex... my fav combo. Eagerly awaiting the next installment