Whispers in the Night

[aussieamylpig]

Whispers in the Night

Ryan, had always been curious about the darker side of his sexuality. His brown hair, tousled and slightly shaggy, framed his youthful face, which bore an expression of both eagerness and apprehension as he stood outside the unassuming door of a warehouse in the industrial part of London. The building was nondescript, save for a small, discreet sign that read "Members Only." 
He had been Invited to a secret sex and fisting party, one that promised to be an exploration into the depths of his desires and boundaries.

He had heard whispers about this place, where older men, some HIV-positive, gathered to engage in raw, uninhibited encounters. The thought of it both excited and terrified him. Ryan had always been drawn to the [banned word], the forbidden, and the idea of submitting to men who knew what they wanted and how to take it was intoxicating. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and stepped inside.

The interior was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of amyl nitrate, a heady combination that made Ryan's head spin. He spotted a bar in the corner, manned by a muscular bartender with tattoos snaking up his arms. Behind the bar, a tall, commanding figure caught Ryan's eye. The man had salt-and-pepper hair and a stern, dominant air about him. He was talking to the bartender, his deep voice carrying across the room.

"Michael," the bartender said, "this one's new. Says he's here for the party."

Michael turned to look at Ryan, his brown eyes scrutinizing him from head to toe. Ryan felt a shiver run down his spine under the man's gaze. "Well, well," Michael said, his voice like velvet, "look what the cat dragged in." He motioned for Ryan to approach. "Come here, boy. Let's get you a drink."

Ryan hesitantly made his way to the bar, his eyes never leaving Michael's. "What's your name, boy?" Michael asked, pouring a clear liquid into a glass.

"Ryan," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Michael smirked, adding a few drops of something from a small bottle. "First time here?"

Ryan nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Good," Michael said, sliding the glass across the counter. "Drink up. It'll help you relax."

Ryan took the glass, the liquid inside shimmering under the candlelight. He sniffed it, catching a whiff of something sweet and alcoholic. He took a sip, the taste sharp and strong on his tongue. He felt a warmth spread through him, a pleasant buzz that made his muscles relax and his inhibitions disappear.

"That's some strong stuff," Ryan said, his words slurring slightly.

Michael chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "It's GHB, Ryan. It'll make everything feel... better." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But remember, boy, with pleasure comes pain. And you want the pain, don't you?"

Ryan felt a shiver of excitement at the man's words. He nodded, his eyes locked onto Michael's. "Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want it."

Michael smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a jolt of anticipation through Ryan. "Good boy," he said, his hand resting on Ryan's shoulder. "Let's get you ready."

He led Ryan through the crowd, the music pulsing around them like a heartbeat. They entered a room filled with an assortment of men, all older and bearing the signs of experience. Ryan's eyes widened as he took in the scene, his heart pounding in his chest.

One of the men, a stocky figure with grey hair and green eyes, stepped forward. "He's a pretty one," he said, his voice gruff. "What's your name, boy?"

"Ryan," he replied, his voice barely audible.

The man, who introduced himself as Tom, chuckled. "Well, Ryan, welcome to the party. You're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

Ryan felt a mix of fear and excitement as the men began to circle him, their hands reaching out to touch him. He could feel their rough, calloused fingers tracing the lines of his body, exploring every inch of him. He gasped as one of them, a tall, gaunt man with sunken cheeks, pinched his nipple, sending a jolt of pain through him.

"You like that, don't you, boy?" the man asked, his voice like gravel.

Ryan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Michael stepped forward, a small, silver object in his hand. "Before we start, Ryan," he said, his voice stern, "I'm going to pierce your nipples. It'll heighten the sensation, make everything feel more... intense."

Ryan looked at the object, his eyes wide with anticipation. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. 
Michael stood before him, his hands steady and practiced, his gaze intense as he prepared to carry out the delicate procedure. With care, he cleansed the area, his touch cool as he inhaled sharply, a mixture of nervous excitement and trust swirling within.
There was no turning back now. The moment stretched, a heartbeat suspended in time. With a swift, expert motion, the needle pierced his left nipple, and then, as if by magic the right, the pain was intense but fleeting—replaced by a warmth that seemed to pulse something deeper inside. Michaels fingers, smooth and sure carefully inserted a barbell throught each nipple his touch lingering moments longer than necessary.

“It's done,” he whispered, his voice hushed, yet reassuring as Ryan's eyes meet his, a silent understanding between them. What had begun as a simple act of adornment had transformed into something far more intimate—an exchange of trust, a bond forged in the quiet intimacy of the moment. He was hooked.

Michael smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Good boy," he said, stepping closer. "Now, for your cock. Before we get started."

The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the air thick with anticipation. Ryan could feel men's hands back on him, exploring every inch of his body, their touches rough and demanding. He gasped as one of them, a muscular man with salt-and-pepper hair, grabbed his cock through his jeans, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"You're hard, boy," the man said, his voice low and gruff. "You want this, don't you?"

Ryan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he whispered. "I want it."

The man unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Ryan looked down at it, his eyes wide with excitement. He reached out, his hand wrapping around his own length, feeling the heat and hardness of it in his palm.

"You like that, don't you, boy?" the man asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ryan nodded, his hand moving up and down, stroking the length of himself. "Yes," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "I like it."

He gasped as Michael suddenly pressed the needle against the swollen head of his cock, the pain sharp and intense.

"Fuck," he whispered, his breath coming in short gasps. "That hurts."

Michael chuckled, his eyes never leaving Ryan's. "It's supposed to, boy," he said, his voice harsh. "Now, hold still."

Ryan gritted his teeth as the pain increased, the metal piercing through his flesh. He felt a rush of endorphins, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a heady cocktail that left him dizzy.

"There you go, boy," Michael said, stepping back. "You look beautiful."

Ryan looked down at his chest and then to his cock, the silver piercings gleaming in the dim light. He felt a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment. He was ready for what was to come.

"Now," Michael said, his voice commanding, "let's get you fucked."

He motioned to the tall, gaunt man, who stepped forward, his cock already hard and ready. Ryan could feel the anticipation building in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt a sense of excitement, a sense of dread, a sense of exhilaration. He was ready to submit, ready to be used.

"On your knees, boy," the man said, his voice gruff. "And lean over the bench."

Ryan complied, his hands shaking slightly as he positioned himself on all fours. He could feel the cold, hard surface of the bench against his skin, the anticipation building in his chest.

The man stepped behind him, his cock pressing against Ryan's entrance. Ryan gasped as the man pushed inside him, the pain sharp and intense. He felt a rush of pleasure, his body adjusting to the intrusion, his muscles relaxing.

"Fuck," he whispered, his breath coming in short gasps. "That feels... good."

The man began to move, his hips thrusting against Ryan's ass, his cock sliding in and out. Ryan could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, the sensation intense and overwhelming. He moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Harder," he begged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me harder."

The man complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. Ryan could feel the pain and pleasure mixing together, the sensations overwhelming his senses. He felt a rush of endorphins, his body on fire with desire.

"Yes," he screamed, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

The man grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. Ryan could feel his cock twitching inside him, the sensation intense and overwhelming. He felt the man's body tense, his cock pulsing as he came, filling Ryan with his first load of POZ seed.

Ryan gasped, his body shaking with the force of his own orgasm. He could feel the pleasure radiating through him, his muscles trembling with the force of it. He collapsed onto the bench, his body spent, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience.

"Good boy," Michael said, his voice approval. "You did well."

Ryan looked up at him, his eyes glassy with tears, his body still shaking from the force of his orgasm. He felt a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment. He had done it. He had submitted, he had been used, and he had loved every minute of it.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Michael smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're welcome, boy," he said, his voice softening. "And this is just the beginning."

Ryan looked around the room, his eyes taking in the men who surrounded him. He felt a sense of anticipation, a sense of dread, a sense of exhilaration. He was ready for more. He was ready to be used again.

"I want more," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want more POZ cock."

Michael chuckled, his eyes never leaving Ryan's. "Well, boy," he said, his voice low and seductive, "we've got plenty of that. Plenty of Poz cock, ready and waiting to use you."

Ryan felt a shiver of excitement at the man's words. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he whispered. "I want it. I want all of it."

Michael smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Good boy," he said, stepping closer.

[plisken]

Oh what at great beginning

[nymidtowneast]

Damn! What a way to get knocked up. Lucky boy!

[jagmanaz]

Looking forward to more

[seattlebbbtm]

Well written and exciting 

[LoadHunter612]

this should be in chem sex.

[Medwaym]

So fucking hot, love the piercing element to this. 🔥🔥🔥

[amsrat]

Excellent start.