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A/N: Written for the LJ Kink Meme. There's a list of 388 kinks. I chose #111 (Dildos), #222 (Military Fetish) and #333 (Straight or straight-acting) The pairing is Alt/Mal

A/N 2: Thanks for more than 5000 views - would be nice if you could leave me some comments, criticisms, whatsoever.



 

Part 1





“I can tell from the look on your face that you're new.”



He didn't bother to look up as the man took the bar stool next to him a drink already in one of his hands and as he eyed him from out the corner of his eyes Altair assumed it was whiskey. He looked down at his own hands who hold a bottle of beer and he took another sip before he swang the content around and  put it down again.



“That obvious, mh?”, he said after a while and starred straight ahead of him as one of his fingers pecked at the logo of the bottle nervously.



He flashed a smile at Altair and for the first time he turned to his right to take a full look at this stranger. He wore a fine black business suit that just screamed expensive but Altair thought it fitted him just well. His skin was a little bit darker than his and his facial features hold something exotic and Altair guessed that he at least had roots in the middle-east. He wore a small goatee upon his chin that matched his dark tousled hair which seemed just long enough to get a good hold of it if you wanted to pull it and for a brief second an image flashed through Altair's mind of how he would look when he fucked and was pulled by his hair. He felt his cheeks reddening and couldn't believe that he just imagined how a stranger would look like during sex – but who was he kidding. You just didn't visit these kind of a club if you were after a nice flirt, a peck on the cheek and a thank you for the nice evening. No, you only visited one of these clubs if you wanted one hell of a night, if you wanted to fuck or get fucked – nothing else nothing less. That didn't mean he wasn't nervous. Fuck, for the last half hour he had just sat at the bar sipping his beer and prayed to god that no one would talk to him. He kept asking himself if it really was a good idea in the first place to come here that maybe he wasn't ready for it after all. But sometimes a man needed a change after an ugly breakup with his latest girlfriend – no, not girlfriend but fiancee. He almost smiled bitterly at the image of Maria that popped up inside his head. She would've hated a place like that.



The man next to him turned around, his back pressed against the counter of the bar his elbows placed upon it his drink still in his right hand. His glance was directed at the stage at the far end of the club where a woman and a man just performed but he didn't seem to be very interested in the show.



“So....”, he asked after a while and his eyes never left the stage as he started to speak, “you're here by yourself?”



Altair turned fully to him. The man wore a bored expression on his face and Altair tried to figure out if he was flirting with him or just tried to make conversation. If it was the last, well, that he could do. If it was the first then Altair had no idea of what to do. He wasn't homophobic but he was straight and it had never happened to him before that a man had tried to flirt with him. To be honest it made him feel a little bit helpless and a little bit confused but nevertheless there was no harm in being nice.



Altair nodded after a while. “Yes”, he smiled and turned around as well to watch the stage. He turned just in time to see as the woman fastened a dildo gag around the man's head and turned around presenting her backside to him her hands propping upon her knees as she leaned a little bit forward her legs a little bit spread as the man behind her got onto his knees and positioned the dildo between her thighs.



He felt embarrassed, just a little bit but he couldn't turn away as his eyes were glued on the performance ahead of him and he watched the bright pink dildo disappear. His heart skipped a beat.



“This is what you like?”



His voice brought Altair back to reality and he cleared his throat. “It's nice”, he told him and grabbed his beer even though he wasn't thirsty but he had the feeling that he needed to hold on to something.



“What they do or that they do it in public?”



Altair felt the heat rise again in his cheeks and he was thankful that the light in the club was dimmed, he wouldn't see his blush. He never considered himself shy when it came to sex and he thought that he was open minded about new techniques or bed-games. Before he got together with Maria he had a lot of one-nightstands and there were a few times where he had threesomes with people he had only known for a couple of weeks but this was the first time he watched completely strangers getting it on and - it excited him. He guessed he wouldn't be so embarrassed if he would still be by himself with no one who talked to him but the last couple of seconds that had changed and he had to face the fact that it was visible to everyone around him that he felt slightly aroused.



“I – I – shit, I don't know.”



Altair turned back around and took the bottle up to his mouth only to realize that it was empty. He cursed softly under his breath.



“Let me take care of it”, he heard the man say as he waved to the barkeeper, held up his glass and made a 'V' with the fingers of his other hand to signalize that he wanted two more.



“That's not necessary”, Altair told him but the other one just smiled at him and his skin started to tingle. “I don't drink stuff like that.”



“Then it seems you have no taste at all.”



The bartender came and put two new glasses in front of them. The man took both of the glasses and held one in front of Altair and despite the fact he really didn't want to drink whiskey and rather stick to his beer, Altair took it.



“Now”, the man told him as he looked at Altair, “let's do his properly. My name's Malik.”



Altair looked at Malik, looked at the glass in his hand and back up at Malik. “Altair”, he said after a while and Malik chinked their glasses. “Cheers”, he told him and took the first sip.



“Then tell me what it is you like”, and Altair almost chocked on the whiskey.



“What?”



Malik's eyes found the ceiling before he sighed deeply. “Now that's funny...” he said without looking at Altir and he sounded disappointed. “When I first looked at you I never would've thought you were stupid - or is it your ears maybe?” Altair just starred at him dumbfounded. “You heard me. I don't like to repeat myself.”



He starred down at his hands which hold the glass in a firm grip. “Look, whatever you might think about me – I'm not like that .”



“That's nice. I think it's kinda cute how you try to hide the fact that you have a huge sticker right on your forehead that says“Fuck me”.”



This time Altair did choke on his whiskey.



Before he could do anything else Malik leaned closer as he bend over Altair trying to get the small bowl filled with peanuts that stood on the counter to Altair's left and he turned his head just a little so his lips brushed against Altair's ear.



“The truth is that since the moment you walked through the door I've been watching you and I decided that I'm going to fuck you tonight. Not only will I fuck you, Altair,” and he shuddered at how his name sounded when Malik said it “but I will put a nice little collar with a leash around your neck and if I'm in a really good mood I'll fuck you right up that stage in front of anybody else and you will love it.”



He leaned back, grinning at Altair and stuffed peanuts into his mouth.



He just starred at him wide-eyed and shocked. He couldn't believe that he really just said that. The glass found its way to his mouth and he drunk all of what was remaining in one go. Yes, he did come here to have a good night, but he hadn't thought that it would be man who came up to him. The worst part? Altair thought his cock twitched just a little bit when Malik had whispered those words into his ear.



“I'm straight”, he simply told him and hated himself for how weak his own voice sounded.



“Yeah... let's just stop the act where you pretend to be stupid and I'm going with it.” He put his left hand onto his right thigh and his thumb brushed gently over the fabric. “Since you're new let me explain to you these kind of a club.” Malik took his arm and pulled him around so they got a good look at the their surroundings. “See, this is what you call the main area where everybody comes together for the first time. We have the bar and the stage at the other side and to your left is the dance floor. When you walk through that door”, and Malik pointed to his right where a red bulb created a somehow surreal atmosphere. “you get to the what I like to call the playgrounds. There you can watch people fucking or join them without a care. But”, and he started to grin again, “you can also go to one of the many private rooms and have your fun with whoever you want it to be and no ones watching.”



Altair shook his arm to get rid of those fingers that had a hold of him. He threw an angry look at Malik.



“And when I'm finished with my drink that is exactly where we're going.”



“You're so full of it. Have you heard yourself talking?”, he asked him and regretted the fact that his drink was already gone – he felt like he could really need the alcohol. This was going way too fast and he could feel himself loosing control over the situation.



“Yes – but I'm also very confident that you would love to call me 'Sir' and beg for my cock at the end of the evening.”



Altair snorted. “What part of 'I'm straight' didn't you get?”



“What part of 'I don't care what you like to believe' is so hard to understand for you?”



Altair just starred at him as he tried to figure out what kind of movie he was in where he seemed to play the main role in it. This guy just had to be joking! His hands trembled with anger. This was not how he had planed it would go not even slightly.



“Excuse me”, he told him and stood up to fled the scene. He pushed himself through the dancing crowd as he headed for the restrooms. He stepped aside for a couple where the woman was on her knees her hands at the man's belt. He opened the door and stepped inside just so lean against the wall to take a deep breath. It took him a couple of seconds before he wasn't afraid anymore his legs would give away and he walked up to one of the urinals and opened his zipper to relieve himself.



No. No – this was definitely not what he had in mind. The guy must be crazy, that's it. Yep, absolutely crazy.



There were two other man with him and after he heard the first one flush the second one already tugged himself away and turned to leave the man's restroom. He leaned with his forehead against the cool wall and tried to sort his thoughts. Malik's words still tingled at the back of his head and he wanted to tell himself that they had absolutely no impact on him but that would be a lie. They did have an impact on him: they left him very angry.



He had just tugged himself away as he heard the door open again and before he knew what was happening a hand grabbed him from behind and shoved him through on of the doors of the toilet stalls. His back slammed against the wall as he hit his knee at the toilet bowl and his hands were grabbed above his head before he could strike at his attacker.



“What the...!”, but he couldn't finish his sentence as a mouth covered his in an angry kiss. His eyes were wide and all he could see were a shoulder and black hair. He pulled away to catch his breath. One hand still hold his wrists in a merciless grip while the other went to his crotch kneading his soft cock.



A shoulder pressed into his chest as the man leaned closer his mouth at his ear.



“Okay, let's bring this to an end before it starts to get ridiculous”, Malik hissed at him. “You're one of these bitches that know shit about their own sexuality. I get that now. But don't think I don't know what you really are and what you really need. Should I give you a piece of what I have in mind?” The fingers that were stroking his dick through the fabric of his pants suddenly closed and Altair winced at the sudden pressure. “You were on of these kids that wondered why they got hard when they were tied up against a tree when they played Cowboy. All your adult life you wondered what has been missing that left you feel incomplete. You've fucked women and the sex was good but it never satisfied you. You're afraid of not being in control but at the same time you wish you just could let your guard down. I bet you've never trusted anybody before. You just wished that someone would come into your life and take the lead. Well, here I am, Altair.” His tongue licked at the exposed part of his neck and he felt breathless. “I will tie you up, I will have you on your knees and I will hurt you. It will take me less than an hour to turn you into a pathetic mess that just begs to get fucked.”



The grip on his cock loosened and Malik stepped back to just stare at him. His breath came a little bit short and his face was slightly reddened.



“And it would take me less than five minutes for you asking me to please be your master.”



All Altair could do was stare at Malik. He blinked a few times not knowing of how he should react. Should he be turned on or assaulted? But the truth was that Malik had been right. Well, he had never played Cowboy as a kid but he remembered that one time when he had wrestled with one of his friends. He had ended up with his back on the ground and his friend had sat upon him holding his arms above his head and it had left him aroused. But he liked to be in control and he loved the sex he had had. He hadn't feel incomplete but he did feel like as if he was searching for something in his life – maybe that was the reason why he had come to the club in the first place. He wouldn't know but what he knew was that he didn't want to punch Malik in the face like had wanted when he had kissed him. If it hadn't been for his words Altair was sure he would've stormed out of the restroom as soon as he had gotten the chance. He still considered to just go and leave this place but he couldn't move his legs.



A smile tugged at the corner of Malik's lips. “Huh – I would've thought you'd be gone by now. That gives me hope that you're not the pussy I thought you would be.”



And it made Altair listen. “So you're not that confident after all when you had your doubts about me leaving?”



“No – it would had just make it harder to convince you that I'm right.”



Altair looked at him and he tried to see behind that handsome face that starred at him. He honsetly didn't know what to do right now. He was straight damn it and he never had any fantasies about being with another man – and if he really wanted to consider Malik's offer he needed a lot of more drinks.



He pushed Malik aside as he wanted to walk out of the stall but he stopped just as he was right next to Malik one of his hands pressed flat against the door and he stopped. He crocked his head to one side.



“You really think I would submit myself to you?”



“You will love it.” And even though his eyes starred at the door ahead of him Altair could hear the grin and self-confident in his voice.



“I've never been with a man before”, he finally said and his voice was very soft. He couldn't believe that he wasn't gone by now but something about Malik just couldn't let him walk away. He could feel the words already forming inside his mouth and he swallowed them. He pushed the door open and stepped outside.



Malik hooked one of his fingers into the neck of his shirt. “I got your attention now don't I? I could feel your cock twitch when I said those words to you. You're thinking about just to give into your desires.”



“I am not!”, he barked and wondered how Malik could do this to him. There was only one time where he had taken someone he had just met with him to his small apartment and that had been Maria. He had only met her that night at a club and they had fell into his bed in a heap of tangled bodies kissing fiercely. Never before had he slept with someone he had only known for a few hours and he knew Malik even less. But he was at a sex club and it would be kind of weird if he would just leave without having his fun – but he wouldn't have his fun with a man especially not with a man that was as dominant as Malik. He would lie to himself if he wasn't curious about this sort of sex but in his fantasies it had not been a man doing this to him. No sir, he wasn't even thinking about this, wouldn't even consider it but he was still standing here damn it.



“Oh but I can see it on your face.” Malik's hand pushed against his back just right between his shoulder blades. Another hand pressed onto his shoulder in a firm way and Altair felt how is knees buckled as he was slowly pushed to the floor. He tried to remember why he wasn't fighting this and he wanted to believe that it was because of the whiskey he had earlier – but who was he kidding? He was not even near the state of drunk were he would do things that he would regret later.



He knelt on the floor and he heard Malik taking a few steps as he walked around him to his front. One of his hands was fumbling with the belt of his pants and Altair couldn't help but just stare at the

man's crotch in front og him.



“Just be the good little whore you are and accept what I can offer to you.”



He watched as he pulled his zipper down and opened his pants – his eyes went wide as he saw Malik taking out his cock and he licked his lips as they had gone dry. He took a hold of it and lazily stroked himself a few times before his hand came around Altair's head and gently guided him to his cock.



“I already have you on our knees”, he whispered hoarsely and the tip of his erect member brushed against Altair's cheek.





And Altair didn't know why he was doing this, why he opened his mouth and the tip of his tongue touched the hot flesh in front of him. Everything in him screamed that this was not what he wanted but at the same time he couldn't stop his body moving. He hesitantly opened his mouth just a little wider and swallowed the first inch of Malik. He brushed his tongue gently against his cock as his

curiosity won the battle he fought inside his mind.





Malik tasted salty and a little bitter as he worked his cock deeper inside his mouth. The tips of his fingers tingled as he lifted one trembling hand to get a better hold. He stopped and pulled away to run his tongue over Malik's whole length. Malik just looked down at him with glassy eyes and Altair released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding it.





The door next to him opened and a man stumbled inside, his zipper already open as he walked to one of the urinals. His eyes fell upon Malik and Altair and he just gave them a grin not bothering at all.



That was the moment when Altair got to his senses again. He shook his head and got up fast.



“I can't do this”, he murmured and looked shyly to the ground. “It's disgusting.”



He felt Malik's hot breath crawl over his skin as the man used one arm to tug him to himself. “I saw  lool on your face, it's not what-”



“I mean here”, Altair interrupted him and gestured to the stalls and urinals. The sound of the man taking a piss echoed loudly from the tiled walls and Malik grinned.



“Come on then.”







Malik grabbed his shoulders and guided him through the restroom. When they got outside Malik slammed him against the wall next to the door. His lower arm pressed against his chest right where  his neck met his shoulders.



“If we'll do this I have to make some things clear”, he said in a low voice as he glared at Altair dangerously. “So you better listen. You just a had my cock in your mouth”, and when he said that Altair didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry because all of this felt so unreal to him and a nervous chuckle escaped his lips and Malik backhanded him immediately. Altair was perplex to say at least. He was stunned for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what the hell had just happened! His ear rang where Malik's hand had struck him and he believed he could see stars. He wanted to say something, to scream at Malik what the fuck was wrong with him but the other man pulled his arm back and used his hand instead to wrap his fingers around Altair's throat and added a little pressure.



“As I said, you just had my cock in your mouth. You were in front of me on your knees. You may not know it yet but everything about you just screams to be my bitch tonight. I wasn't kidding Altair. I will hurt you because that's what gets me off. I'm like you, I like to be in charge and I will not let you take this away from me. When we walk through that door”, and he pointed at the near corridor where several doors were in-line, “you are mine. I will control everything you do and you will let me. I will hurt you and you will cry and beg me to stop and to continue at the same time. I will show you something about you you haven't discovered yet. You will be addicted to my touch and when this night ends you're only be able to cum when it's through my hand.”



Altair starred at him as the whole situation became very real to him. He had heard about BDSM before and he even let Maria tie him up and spank him one time and sure, it wasn't bad and the sex afterward was fantastic but from what Malik had just told him it seemed that what Maria had done to him that would had been considered as 'vanilla'. This was real – very real and if he was about to do this he was to do it with a man. A man he had met only a couple of minutes ago a man that had brought him to his knees and made him suck his dick – Altair wondered what else could Malike made him do and yes, he suddenly realized, he wanted to know what Malik could offer him.



“Yes,”, he whispered and he wasn't sure if Malik heard him over the loud music that played in the club, “you think you will hurt me and you think I will cry and beg you, but you are wrong. I will not submit to you. You can't break me.”



Malik grinned but it wasn't one of those grins he showed him before. This one was cold and cruel. “Oh but I've already broken you.”