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Normal. Normal is how he would place his upbringing. Otabek was the third eldest of five siblings, planting him dead centre on the family grid. Loud, loving, hectic, homely. All words the Kazakh felt represented the household perfectly. His family moved to America when he was a child but consistently visited Kazakhstan for long periods of time. His father owned a famous motorcycle import/export business in the US, the family being very well off. Even so, the Altins are very moral driven and humble beings, with each Altin child learning the value of money and earning their way fairly. From a sprouting age, the young boy was naturally shut lipped, accompanied with a dull inner presence. He was far from shy yet not able to add his own input, own opinions. Instantly people assumed he would be a follower, a person who would never lead his own path, just a vessel. He never felt as such on the inside. He felt just as much as everyone else, hurt as much as everyone else. As the years passed, there was a lack of change and the Kazakh boy was now in his adolescence with the same impassive nature. This frustrated Otabek. He grew tired of the world around him, tired of himself.
Highschool came and went in a blur, the Kazakh jumping straight into the business alongside his father, his brothers not having an interest in motorcycles or the business and became successful pursuing their own careers. Otabek excelled at his job at a staggering rate which shortly after, he became the lead financial management for the company. His father opened up a second sister company in another state which Otabek offered to run. Maybe a different location could ease this burning nothingness inside him.
Time shifted around him. Days, months, years all moving in a stir of forgetful memories and lifeless moments. Everything made him feel repressed. Suppressed and restrained with no way of fixing it, no way of knowing what to even fix. He was surrounded in pent up energy from not being able to just talk, just express what and who he was. But who exactly was Otabek Altin? It was starting to boil over after the move, a sense of no identity and purpose pulling the young man into crisis. The gym. Sure, ok. Maybe focusing his mind and body on physical activities would stimulate a tinge of anything. Otabek stuck to it, becoming insanely involved in the world of fitness, using it as therapy for his fidgeting mind and body. It was working for the longest time, helping the prickling on his skin ease for a night or two but became apparent that he needed more mental stimulation the more time passed. He persisted on but his mind collided with another brick wall once again. It all became a constant rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat. Work, gym, sleep, work, gym, sleep. He felt himself slipping, felt that brick wall in front of him collapse above, soon to crush him completely if he failed to save himself from himself.
Porn. Sure ok. A quick fix for another sleepless night. The Kazakh had a lack of sexual interest but was holding onto feeling any slither of difference right now, anything to help him at least get a couple hours sleep. He walked to his small desk, booted up the laptop and slipped on his bulky surround sound headphones. After clicking the browser, he just stared at the screen, realising he had no idea what to look up, not fancying anything in particular. Should he just go on a random website and browse it's selection? It seemed like the smartest option so he did just that, putting in a pretty well known site and clicking the link. The black background instantly had little thumbnails pop up, scrolling through the front page’s picks lazily. He decided to just video surf, letting the random choices of interest (or lack of) be a way to discover more. After two videos he scanned and found no enthusiasm in, he clicked a third, letting it play for a bit. This was the routine for a couple videos forward. Otabek continued going down the rabbit hole, each video making the algorithm follow a trend as he lazily stroked himself during the journey, not from initial interest but because sex was sex. That's when something different came on screen. It was a ametuer video, the camera seemed to be held in place using a tripod or high surface. The room was pretty dully lit yet not dark enough to not see. A cute girl with a bob cut coloured light blue and wearing a pastel pink long sweater was surrounded by soft plush teddy bears on the bed. She wore tight black underwear which had an image of a bunny on the front. She sat nervously yet Otabek saw excitement in those eyes. A voice was heard off screen.
“Take it off. Slowly.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
...Daddy? Otabek strokes slowed, curious with what the deal was. He watched her take off that overly-large sweater, his eyes firstly noticing her insanely flat chest. She had perky nipples accompanied with slim hips and thick thighs. She was sitting on the bed when her “Daddy” finally walked on screen, having a somewhat solid build and strong presence. The girl kept quiet, steady eyes observing the man when he slapped her face. Slapped her with no warning, no reason. A small whimper escaped her lips.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Otabek was stunned, mouth slightly open and completely enthralled, his hand completely stilled. He couldn't look away as the scene continued to play out. The man then pushed her face in the plush toys below and forced her ass up in the air. He began hitting her ass with such force over and over again, leaving deep red marks on her ghost white skin. He swiftly pulled those tight panties down her thighs exposing her fully. All colour left the Kazakh's complection. She had a dick. The Kazakh quickly scrolled down to the description, the title showing no indication at all until he scrolled through the tags. She was a he. Otabek was stunned in place, continuing to watch on. Still on all fours, the man was stroking the boys length as he cried out with absolute filth dripping off his smooth voice. The man began fingering the small beauty, making sure the camera could see every stretch the tight opening had to offer, every twitch of the smaller man's erection as those fingers worked the right spot deep within him. Once his Daddy approved, he didn't waste time forcing his length in the feminine boy quick and clean. Slapping him, biting him, calling him vile words, using him like an object. Otabek didn't notice his hand continuing to work his own aching length, completely consumed by the view before him. He observed the boy, seeing how quick his pace was as he slammed back with twice the force and equally hard thrusts above him. His cock ached and leaked the more consumed he grew. He was undone, completely fargone with reality being left behind.
“Daddy! Daddy! Please come in me! Please make me yours! Own me Daddy, mark me please!”
The man pounded the helpless and pleasure-filled boy vigorously, forcing fingers into his mouth while the other hand squeezed his arse painful hard.
“Stare into the camera when you come, don't take your eyes away from it. Show everyone how fucking disgusting you are.”
The blue haired beauty's eyes were completely shadowed over, smiling into the camera as the intense thrusts made him lose his mind completely. Otabek came. He came so hard he felt semen hit his cheek, slowly dripping down his face onto his chest. He paused the video and wiped the cum from his face with his hand, looking down in utter shock. He felt his heart still racing after the high, feeling so different it somewhat scared him. The feeling continued as he turned his laptop off and cleaned himself. He then laid in bed staring at the ceiling, struggling to close his eyes. The clock struck four and he just knew things wouldn't be the same.
As time went on, Otabek did his research and discovered the world of fetish and kink. He felt alive, felt crazy yet the most sane he has been ever. He read stories of Daddy Dominants and Littles/Submissives, joined forums and communities of other like minded people and had kinksters message him, wanting to show the Kazakh to this new taboo world. He made friends fast, met up with a couple of them and really enjoyed the feeling of having something that was his own, sharing and discovering this new passion with similar souls.
He became quite close with a loved-up couple who went by Vitya and Eros, DD/LB fetishists who took the Kazakh man under their wing to help him flourish and grow this new found sexual desire. They seemed to have helped many people who were in similar situations to Otabek, guiding them as they grew in this world made to discover yourself and/or forget. They helped him come to terms with being bisexual, something he didn't see coming but was glad to know. The first time he was taken to an underground kink club, he was stunned in place, never seeing anything like this before. The club, Tension, is owned by a friend of Vitya and Eros. As soon as he stepped foot inside, it was all around him; people hung up with rope, others sitting in their owners laps, submissives getting flogged whilst bound, he could hear people scream through walls to the private rooms. It was all here and a lot for Otabek to process at first. He got a couple advances throughout his first couple visits, but Eros and Vitya kept an eye on him, turning down offers on his half as they knew he was far from ready. The more he went to the club, the more his confidence grew, finally participating in things with others whilst the couple observed. He started with small sessions, short commands and approved touches to well behaved submissives, growing into hitting and belittling as time went on.
By six months he became known, became powerful and highly demanded. He was wanted by many, whether it was for a quick session of pet play that ended in mutual mastebation or submissives being bound to a bed with no escape and fucked mercilessly. He was wanted by many but only accepting offers here and there, giving him quite a status of highly unattainable but they loved the chase. They loved trying to trophy the Kazakh man, it becoming a bittersweet game many tried to participate in.
It has been three years since, Otabek now at the age of twenty-six.
One day, he got a call from Vitya, letting him know that hanging out at their regular underground joint tonight was cancelled due to Eros falling sick. He had been working like crazy recently, not having time to visit Tension and indulge so Otabek was very pent up. Maybe a gym session will help for the night.
~~~
Yuri's family life was non-existent. His Mother would disappear and return when he was a child, just to bruise and break the fragile boy to relieve herself of stress she projected onto her son. He has never met his own father, only ever being told he was a good for nothing drug addict who knocked up his mother and ran. She was clearly no saint either, shooting up with Yuri home, bringing suspicious men to the place the young boy couldn't escape, using sex as currency to fuel her strengthening addiction. The small blonde boy would hear every sound, every creak through those crumbling walls. The older he got, the harder the punches became, the less the abusive words hurt him, the more he grew used to it all. His fate was sealed tight with no way of change, so the boy stopped crying, stopped feeling anything and wallowed in an all broken bliss.
By his preteen years, the blonde was taken in by his dedushka, Nikolai, after the older man forced to see his grandson for so long, feeling utterly sick once his eyes scrambled at the state the withering child was left in. The old man lived very far away, all the way in America, his mother purposely moving to leave her family and life behind. With no delay, he reported his own daughter to authorities. The old man took the boy in, wanting him to escape a ruined childhood, a forever collapsed family. He wanted to help, protect, shelter the boy, feeling he not only failed as a father but as a grandfather.
His dedushka meant well and helped slowly build a life for and with Yuri. Nikolai brought him to a therapist, found him a job as a waiter at his friend's restaurant which the blonde hated yet loved at the same time and got him back into a proper school and learning English. He even made a close friend, Mila. But the damage was too embedded, deeply corrupt and slept forever in his core. He could never be untainted. All this normalcy, doing normal things with normal people. It wasn’t Yuri, it never could be Yuri. He went through too much suffering and torment, staying silent and numb for so long he became naturally angry. So much built up aggression with no release, no exit. That was part of his actuality, the stubborn and untrusting nature he felt towards everyone, his feisty and snappy attitude, he wished he could be anything else, anyone else. At sixteen he would start to sleep around, the innocent child in him dead and buried many years ago. He started filling that endless void with men who were too old, rough. Men who showed him he was everything his mother said he would be. He was left bruised and in pain but he did it all just to feel alive. It was toxic, unhealthy, it ruined him but he loved it, became absorbed in it wholly. Mila knew all of this, only finding out by accident when Yuri left his phone unlocked. She didn't blow up at him, just gave him a lecture about not wanting to find him dead one day. She knew the blonde went through hell as a kid but was never told the details. She had a pushy nature but would not press her friend until he was ready. He grew to trust her enough, telling her basics of his life and feeling ok with just that.
Some time passed when Yuri was old enough to go clubbing with Mila. He lost himself in the music, finding dance just as therapeutic as unhealthy sex. He started visiting different clubs often, being known and accepted by the moving bodies around him. That's when he met a fellow Russian named Viktor and his Japanese husband, Yuuri. They were two overly lovey dovey men who owned a dance studio, giving Yuri their card and an opportunity if he ever wanted to pursue his talent further. That was the start of a close friendship. The blonde contacted the number on the card a couple days later and became apart of the Eros Dance Studio, Mila joining not long after as well. He got to know the couple as time went on, finding out they were into some freaky stuff but nothing phased the blonde after the life he went through. He would visit them regularly, slowly open up about himself the more they mothered and nurtured him. They invited him out with them a couple times to their sanctuary, Tension, but the blonde was somewhat intimidated by it all and would refuse, feeling the stance of the club mocking him in a way. A place for putting trust in others, feeling vulnerable around them? It was emotionally too much for him. The couple never pressed although they said they had a friend the blonde would get along with extremely well. He was just not emotionally ready to put himself out there like that, he didn't think he ever would be. He was use to being used, feeling no connection to those blank faces above him, just a husk that held nothing further than just getting off and shielding himself from himself. In a way he felt even too tainted for a place that accepts all people broken or not, that took in all different walks of life or so Yuri was told. He was however doing better these days despite the feeling of numbness consuming his being constantly, but acting into this reality helped ease his forever racing thoughts. Even now at twenty-three he felt his old life choke him till he could barely breathe, just to be released when he was at the brink, the routine being repeat all over again. That's what he felt living was like so far, the release being all that is good in the boys life, a couple breaths of letting go, just to be choked and feel the constriction that is being alive.
One day, a dance session was cancelled that late morning due to Yuuri falling sick so the blonde decided to spend some time with his dedushka, feeling he has been too busy to do so. He hung out with him till the afternoon until the old man had plans that night, so Yuri made a quick decision to go gym, feeling he still had way too much energy and usually would work out in the mornings when dance classes weren't on.
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Otabek wore his workout shorts that sat a little tight around his toned thighs and a semi fitting black tank top for his gym session tonight. He felt like it had been forever since he absorbed himself in weights, feeling refreshed to get back into it. He always was a night gym goer but due to work and visiting family consuming his time, he hasn't been able to work out or visit he's favourite place to play. He let it be a side thought as he got straight to stretching and back into a basic workout routine. He went over to the treadmills to cool off for a bit. As he made his way over, he observed the person on the far end treadmill. They were wearing headphones and had their flowy long blonde hair up in a high ponytail, the fine strands still reaching down past the crease of their thick, round ass. They had skin tight jogger leggings which had a dark mesh on each side going all the way up those legs, being able to see darker skin due to the meshed fabric. Their cropped training top also had that same mesh on each side, exposing their ribcage. They were into a light jog as their ponytail bobbed and swayed behind them. Otabek was maybe staring a bit too intensely at the blonde beauty but it was hard not to. Pushing the thought aside, he made his way over to the treadmill right next to them. A bold risk but he wasn't expecting anything of it.
Whilst Otabek set the treadmill up, he saw deep green eyes glance at him slightly, looking away too quickly for the Kazakh's taste. They were beautiful. They had eyes which were a vibrantly intense emerald colour that were strikingly cat shaped. He wanted to see them more, seeing something else beyond their initial looks. They held something deeper, something darker. Otabek had his pace going on the treadmill when the blonde changed his speed to a light walk, accidentally dropping his hair pin he was about to use. He let out a couple Russian swears and took his headphones off, picking the pin up. The Kazakh couldn't help but let out a gentle laugh.
"Something funny?"
Otabek was kind of taken aback by the gentle elegant, low voice that was laced with a very slight Russian accent. It sounded divine, he wanted more. The blonde beauty began pinning the long loose hair that slightly covered his other eye. Still smirking, he answered back.
"Wasn't expecting such bold words from dropping a hair pin, that's all."
Yuri's face softened.
"You don't look Russian."
"I'm Kazakhstani, but I also squeak Russian."
"Is that so?"
"Hm."
The Kazakh noticed the blondes face softened. Otabek stood on each side of the treadmill, stopping his light strut and looked at the blonde, reaching a hand out to him. A strong feeling of confidence took over Otabek, like no matter what he was feeling at that moment, he would speak to this stranger, wanted to speak to this stranger but didn't know why.
"Otabek Altin."
The blonde accepted the hand after a few seconds.
"Yuri Plistevsky."
"Pretty."
Yuri was leaning his head down on his arms that were resting on the treadmill. The angle making his thighs and ass stick out as he stood on each side of the machine. He quirked a slight smile.
"Want to go get coffee with me? My shout."
"Is there a place open at seven at night?"
"You would be surprised."
This had the blonde curious, tapping an elegant finger to his full lips, purposely longing the thought.
"Hmmm sure, lead the way."
~
After both men changed, Yuri followed Otabek on the quest for coffee. He observed how short the blonde was yet saw how he could keep up with the Kazakh's strides. He guided them to a place not too far, a restaurant that did coffee. Otabek asked Yuri what he wanted, the blonde not accepting his offer and insisting to pay for his own. Otabek playfully pouted.
"I did say my shout, I thought that's why you accepted coming out with me. "
The little joke made Yuri huff a small laugh, the Kazakh man wanting to hear more like it.
"You aren't my dad."
"Hm, I could be."
The Kazahk slipped the truth-covered joke by accident, playing it cool but felt anything but. The blonde looked at Otabek at first with a hard to ready expression, slightly shifting into a faint smile that progressed into another heavenly gracious laugh to his ears. He couldn't help but smile at the blondes reaction, feeling a gentleness surround his being.
They ordered and sat in the outdoor seating area that had a warm heater set up. Their coffee arrived not long after as they spoke about whatever flowed to mind. Otabek didn't want to accidentally refer to Yuri as anything he wasn't so he asked the blonde who confirmed he was male. They spoke about random things and what their adult lives entailed. Otabek wasn't surprised to hear the blonde was a dancer. Otabek discovered Yuri lived with his Grandpa but didn't ask further questions about his family, the blonde clearly not responding to the topic well. They naturally flowed nonetheless, conversation molding into each other, both having a genuinely good time. Yuri noticed Otabek didn't speak many words but the short sentences he put out held impact, helped him feel involved and took him away from his own racing head. Yuri then snapped back to himself, thinking this was all too good to be true, feeling cautious but still light into conversation.
"So what's your deal?"
"Deal?"
"What are you after from me?"
Yuri enquired somewhat playful but still curious. He observed the man for any falters in his demeanor. The Kazak felt the change in atmosphere although Yuri was still soft in his approach.
"No motive, just coffee."
"Bull, fess up."
He put his cup down, looking at the blonde and made sure to lay himself bare, completely transparent for him to read.
"Your eyes, they are like a soldiers. You are raw and I appreciate that in a person."
This left Yuri quite stunned, the blonde using his coffee as a distraction to think about this unexpected answer. He was used to people hitting on him, trying to sleep with him but he wasn't used to honesty and transparency. That's when Yuri snickered, looking down to his coffee and kept an intense gaze into the brown elixir.
"You have no idea, Otabek."
That was the first time those full lips spoke his name and it was addicting to listen to. The tanned man didn't press it, not knowing the extent of the unquestionably pain in those emerald orbs, but he could see something too hurtful, dark. Yuri glanced then at his Fitbit, seeing the time present on it and shocked how two hours passed by so quickly.
"It's late, I should go."
Yuri stood quickly, saying his goodbye when Otabek sprung up.
"Yuri!"
The blonde stopped as Otabek approach him.
"I'll give you my number."
The blonde had a quirked brow but handed his phone to the other man. When the Kazakh was done adding his details to the device, he handed it back when his hand slightly touched the smaller mans. Their eyes shot up to meet each other just as quick as they looked away. A playful smirk left the blonde as he looked at the new number.
"And if I don't contact you?"
"I'll probably cry, then eat a whole tub of ice cream to myself."
The stoic look on the Kazakh's face made Yuri giggle, the fluttering feeling prominent in his chest again.
"Good answer. Catch ya, Altin."
And with that, the blonde turned on his heel gracefully strutted away, his curvy hips swayed with each leg forward. Otabek snapped back into himself, heading back to his bike parked outside the gym. This Yuri Plisetsky was surely something. He reminded Otabek of a tiger. The mental nickname Kitten then popping into his head.
~~~
"So you still coming tonight, yeah?"
Otabek massaged his temples, working through paperwork he decided to continue finishing at home. He had the phone on speaker while working through the last remaining sheets.
"Hm. Been none stop for me. I need a drink."
He could just hear Vitya's wide smile through the phone.
"And something else it sounds like-"
The broad man scoffed before the silver haired man continued.
"AAAND it's invite-someone-new-for-cheaper-entry night! Which we finally convinced our friend to come along. God knows it would benefit him if he'd let it. And finally you can meet h-!"
The Kazak man smirked. He heard Eros in the background muffling the Russian's voice to shut him up playfully. Vitya went on and on constantly about how their friend would get along well with Otabek, never giving him any information on the mystery being, saying he will meet them one day. Apparently it's more dramatic like that, which was exactly everything Viktor.
"Gotta get ready. See you later."
After a quick shower, he had time to clean up the sides of his undercut, then slicking his naturally curly hair back into a short ponytail. He wore his fitting black jeans complimented by a deep grey V neck that hugged his body just right. He wore his leather belt that helped in more ways than one with a matching leather wrist cuff. After sliding on a pair of black boots, topped his look off with his signature leather jacket, he quickly messaged Yuri to let him know replies will be slow on his end. The blonde sent a message back saying the same. Three months have passed with both men constantly texting and Snapchatting each other. It was new and something to look forward to after work, before bed, in the morning. It felt good having someone to talk to casually, even if a side of the tanned man wanted the Russian beauty in different ways, he wouldn't dare push it. He liked the blonde as a person before his charm, his looks. Yuri wasn't even aware of the Kazakh's more of less secret life and he wasn't in a hurry to load all that on his friend just yet. As the thoughts lingered, Yuri sent a couple snaps Otabek’s way, showing him the attire he was wearing. The Kazakh man took in every second of the passing pictures. He looked like the definition of perfection, grace and downright sex on legs. He wore a fitted black pair of what looks to be leather pants with a long, loose tank top that exposed his pink nipples on the right angles. He wore black platform heels and his hair flowed over one shoulder, his back being in clear view with the low cut fabric. Otabek stared at the second picture that had the Russian's milky back exposed. His spine curve and lower hip dimples were in clear view, looking straight out of a magazine. The boy was Otabek's wet dream. The broad man sent a mirror picture of his own look for the night and captioned it with 'stunning', directed at Yuri.
~~~
As soon as he arrived, he greeted the front desk and owner who was the tall yet feminine, sensual man named Chris whose pet name is Lace.
"Oh Dark Horse! We've missed you so much! Has a certain person taken you away from us here? From me?"
Lace said with a playful pout.
"If that someone is work, then indeed."
The Swiss man laughed, touching Otabek's arm as he did so.
"Eros and Vitya brought a friend tonight. Cute little thing. I think you both will get along well."
The french was biting his bottom lip, letting out a slight huffed moan. Trust Lace to get off on the thought of people getting off. The Kazakh couldn't help but give his friend a gentle smile.
"We will see."
He walked through those black leather double doors, instantly feeling the atmosphere take him in. This was his place, his people and it had been far too long since he lost himself in this world. Dark Horse came out as soon as he stepped foot in the large club lounge, the repressed side of Otabek pushing through the Kazakh's facade. People knew better than to crowd him, welcoming him back as he walked by. A submissive sitting on a shaggy fur rug touched his leg as he passed her, the Kazakh instantly stopping to glare down in utter judgement. His eyes were hard and bore into the fragile submissives core. She apologized profusely, not looking him in the eyes. That's when he bent down slightly as she sat up higher on her knees. She searched in his eyes then, wanting forgiveness like her life depended on it. That's when the tanned Kazakh placed the gentlest hand in her hair, petting her so placidly. Her whole body submitted to the contact. He tilted her head up a little, as he leaned close to her face.
"It's ok, Princess. Be a good girl from now on."
She nodded profusely, collapsing back onto her shaking knees. He then walked to the bar and got himself that deserved drink, making his way to the usually VIP booth his crew frequented. Opening the door, he saw the couple being typical, Eros on Vitya's lap, clearly interrupting a tender moment between the two, not that it would bother them anyway. He scanned the booth for the newbie but didn't see anyone, Vitya then focusing his attention on Otabek as Eros continued to nibble into the Russian man's neck. The sly smile that placed itself upon Vitya had Otabek thinking something was up.
"Ah! Just the man we were waiting for!"
"Where's your friend?"
That's when Eros turned to face the toned man as well, carrying a similar presence as Vitya but more knowing and gentle. His eyes looked amused as he spoke.
"He saw the dancefloor and we haven't seen him since. He knows where the booth is. Maybe you should try to find him."
Otabek's face fell to instant confusion.
"...How will I know how he looks?"
"I think you will be fine. Besides he knows how you look."
"You showed him a picture of me or something?"
"Something like that."
The Kazakh just shook his head, not getting where the couple was going with any of this. They could easily stop eating each other's faces and come with him but he didn't expect anything less from them. He started making his way to the dancefloor. He wasn't one for dancing so was usually only seen near it if he was the DJ for the night. He worked his way through the moving bodies, not knowing where to start looking for this new person but he aimless pushed on. Then he saw him. He did a double take, completely frozen in place as he watched that curvy, long blonde haired, leather wearing beauty named Yuri Plistevsky. He flowed so exotically, surrounded by people, dancing on people but completely in his own zone. That's when the small blondes eyes locked on to Otabek's, his mouth open slightly out of shock. The broad man made his way closer, grabbing the blonde by the wrist and making him tail behind. They were close to the private rooms so the Kazakh quickly guided them through the first open door he saw and shut it quick. A couple seconds passed and he was still facing the door when he heard the blonde laugh behind him.
"What a twist!"
His laugh became fuller as he progressed to holding onto his loose top, the other hand slightly covering his mouth. He wiped slight tears away from his glistening eyes.
"Now I know why Viktor and Yuuri reacted weird when they saw your name on my phone after I snapped you. Seriously what are the odds!?"
Otabek was still stunned by this all, stunned that he was the surprise friend of the couple, stunned the blonde even knew them. The blonde walked over to the large bed, sitting and crossing his legs. His stare was playful yet held many questions. He pet the bed to signal to Otabek to take a seat. Otabek finally let out a huffed laugh, ran his fingers through his tied up hair and ponytail, closing his eyes and cracking his neck, letting the situation all settle. The room was fully lit in red and blue hues, lighting the furniture in absorbing colours. The bed they were sitting on was right in the centre of the large room with one side having a strippers pole while the other end had a wall full of toys and sex safe products which they were sitting across from. Each room had different items and furniture, some having bondage walls and others with harnesses for rope suspension plus much more.
"How do you know Vitya and Eros?...Uh, Viktor and Yuuri?"
Yuri snickered at hearing the couples aliases.
"As soon as I turned eighteen, I went clubbing. When I danced for the first time, it was therapeutic. I lost myself in it all, the atmosphere, the sweat covered bodies up against mine, the music, just everything. It consumed me and I'm glad it did."
He put up a pondering finger to his lips.
"I use to do something...dare I say, pretty extreme to feel relieved of my...stresses."
The blonde didn't seem sad, still holding a smirk while he tried to piece coded words to explain his life. He held a powerful facade which Otabek linked with why the blonde's eyes reminded him of a soldiers.
"Aaaaanyway, Viktor and Yuuri happened to see me dancing at a club one night and gave me their card. The rest is history."
He said the last part with an exhale.
"So, what about you? Why didn't you tell me about any of this? I want to know from the beginning."
He rested his elbow on a crossed leg, chin in palm. He was devoting complete attention to the tanned man. Otabek lightly sighed.
"It's a long story-"
"I've got all night."
The blonde smiled warmly at him as he waited patiently.
"I grew up pretty normal despite having a large and loud family. Even so, I naturally was and still am a repressed personality and have been my whole life, but more so as a kid that it was to the point of crippling. I had all these emotions and energy pent up the older I got so I started working out and it became addictive. I kept at it despite the constant agitation coming and going as it pleased. It just seemed like there was no true release, no end."
Otabek rubbed the sides of his undercut with one hand and cleared his throat.
"I wasn't a sexual person, it didn't interest me but one night I felt myself going crazy so I decided to indulge for a quick fix, hoping I could finally get some sleep. I remember searching aimlessly through pointless videos, nothing worked till I stumbled on something that completely shocked me, left me confused and seeking more. That was were it all started really. From there I did my research, joined communities and the couple contacted me online. They took me under their wing and showed me this place. They helped me discover myself and taught me the right way to go by things. They truly saved me."
He finally looked up at the wall in front of them, making him feel nostalgic about his journey thus far. He kept his eyes on the different toys and items, feeling himself reminisce.
"I've never told anyone the whole story, not even Vitya and Eros. You have a way of making me talk a lot. I wasn't gonna share this side of myself to you, at least not this early. It's quite... personal."
He pondered on an unsure thought.
"Seeing you actually completely took me by surprise. I snapped back to myself."
"Snap back huh? So who are you when you aren't Otabek Altin?"
"Dark Horse I guess. I didn't give myself the title, it kind of just sprung on its own around here."
Yuri huffed a slight laugh as he's gaze left Otabeks, leaving the tanned man slightly confused yet amused.
"What's funny?"
Yuri met his eyes with a slight blush but his expression showed a more cheeky side to the blonde.
"Nothing's funny, but I couldn't help but assume why they might call you that. The 'Dark' I can work out…'Horse' well, speaks for itself I assume."
The stuck sound that left Otabek's mouth had the Russian letting out a few more giggles.
"Uh-hmmm…"
Yuri couldn't help but smile at the tanned Kazakh.
"You are a very modest man Otabek. I appreciate that in a person."
That's when he met Yuri's eyes, seeing the blonde was staring with such fascination. But something else seeped through his stare. Vulnerability? It was hard to tell, the blondes shield being a solid one. Otabek's question snapped the blonde out of thought.
"What made you accept their offer to finally come here?"
It was definitely vulnerability in the Russian beauties eyes, he could see it clear as day when he was caught off guard.
"Uh well. My life was...bad. I did bad things to counter the bad and only stopped somewhat since I found dance to be a fulfilling replacement most times and in turn, a healthier one. Those love birds pestered but never pressured me to come here for a while now. Well in all honesty...I was scared. I was scared to be around vulnerable people who let themselves be swept into a world of letting go. Too put it bluntly, sex has never been a reason of fun for me. I am, how should I say, holding a lot of baggage and am unsure if I'll ever be able to let it go. I would like to let go but frightened of not knowing how absorbing myself in this reality will work since I'm so heavily, uh, embedded. I saw the dancefloor and went to where I felt most safe."
The smile the blonde had let seemed a little pushed.
"The couple kept saying how this place is a safe haven, how they would help guide me if ever wanted to pursue something. Much like you told me they did for you, but I'm stubborn. I'm…"
He caught himself, feeling he was opening up more than he felt comfortable with.
"They offered all this even before they even knew the basics of my past. I guess I'm not as good as hiding as I thought I was."
His eyes looked more softer then.
"I forgot to ask, What exactly is it you're into?"
The tanned man started playing with the leather strap on his wrist, answering in a playful manner.
"Guess."
"Hmmmm I can think of a couple things."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, so I have to narrow it down."
The blonde fiddled with his long black painted nails as he thought.
"Ok I have my answer. I think I can see you as a daddy dominant."
He felt a playfulness in his demeanor.
"A daddy huh? Why so?"
The natural flirtatious vibe both men flowed into was fun, but Otabek was excreting a slightly powerful energy, it kind of made the blonde a little nervous, shy even.
"You said you kind of followed as a kid and had no real outlet because you were emotionally and physically repressed. I can imagine the opposite is what got you into this all in the first place. You also look the part."
Yuri chuckled then.
"And I mean, I now know all this about you, so that little slip you made when we first met months ago would make a lot of sense."
Otabek just cleared his throat which made Yuri chuckle even more.
"Are you well known here?"
Otabek let out an amused tisk.
"You could say that."
The blonde made a hum, clearly in thought.
"So was I right about the guess?"
The Russian saw a genuineness in Otabek's eyes then, mixed with slight hesitation.
"You are welcome to sit in on a small demonstration one day and find out for yourself."
The unexpected surprised look the blonde gave fuelled Otabek, catching the beauty off guard from his usually quick witted mind set.
"Uuuh-"
"There's no pressure, Yuri."
"I won't lie I am curious, I would like to see, eventually. I mean I finally came to this place so it's inevitable to avoid."
The blonde smiled lightly at the tanned Kazakh, suddenly standing up then.
"We should head back to the love birds, they probably think we're having sex."
This made the Kazakh laugh, standing up in turn.
"Let me buy you a drink first. You will need it. Also, I know I said this already but you look stunning tonight."
The blonde snickered
"You are smooth, Altin."
Both men spent the rest of the night in each other's presence, people watching the Dark Horse being absorbed into the new comer. Otabek didn't seem to notice but the blonde picked up on the people around them staring, questioning. But this was different from any vibe he felt before. The stares felt as if they were from jealousy without hatred, clearly Otabek being a grand prize he isn't fully aware about. He kept it to himself, still working out and feeling into the atmosphere the club protruded. As they wandered slowly around Tension, they eventually made their way to the 'play' sector where people came to be taken in by their desires and fuelled by lust. Otabek would talk quietly to Yuri, explaining certain situations that people performed before them. There were three men surrounding one woman as she used them as her own personal furniture. One man being used as a seat, the other as a footrest and the last having his head pet like a dog. Otabek explained the fetish of femdom and how these men enjoyed being treated beneath this women. She stared up at the blonde then, making complete eye contact and gave him a confident smile. This inwardly enthralled the blonde, feeling part of the energy the place had without participating. They then stumbled upon something that had Yuri completely silent. A boy and girl in cute lingerie and cat ears, acting feline like on all fours. There was a broad man sitting on a chair petting them on the head, the girl felt they weren't getting enough attention and nudged into the man's leg, demanding she be stroked. The boy then went between the man's leg and nudged his crotch, purring as he did.
"Kitten play."
The Kazahk man was close to the blondes ear, making him shiver. Otabek paid close attention to the blondes actions, watching him as the Yuri stared intensely at the sight before him.
"You know what's funny?"
The blonde hummed an acknowledgement but kept his eyes on the exotic scene.
"After out first meeting, I thought the play name Kitten suited you nicely."
That's when the blonde met those deep brown eyes and smirked.
"Kitten huh? I'm a fucking Tiger."
"We will see."
"Who said I'll be involved in any of this?"
The beauty challenged playfully, the toned man now feeling a drive in his being.
"Oh, on the contrary, I think you already are."
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From then on, Otabek and Yuri grew closer. They got to know more about each other's lives and pasts, the blonde still being vague and never going into detail. The Kazakh man wanted to know more but he would never push anything. They would flirt constantly, progressing into more bolder words the more their game of back and forth continued. Three weeks passed and the next night at Tension was set. The couple invited Yuri again, constantly teasing him while waiting for Otabek, asking him questions about the Kazahk. The blonde wouldn't share many details, sex he could talk about but emotions were hard. He decided to browse the club by himself, showing a transparent fascination with this new world. This time he didn't go to the dance floor in the other room, he was mentally taking notes, sussing out the people and vibe around him.
He felt someone touch his shoulder.
"My my, I haven't seen such a pretty thing like you around here in some time."
The blonde turned to look at the stranger. He was handsome with deep hazel eyes and a broad chest. His hair was a dark brown and short. He smirked back at the man.
"You could say I'm new."
"I'd be happy to show you-"
The man put a hand on the blondes chin.
"Anything."
That's when he heard people fall silent around him and looking in his direction. He felt exposed and confused when suddenly there was Otabek standing not far from the blonde. The Kazakh wore work black slacks with a tight black button up long sleeve shirt, his hair was slicked back and Yuri would be lying if he said he didn't feel his mouth water. Did he come straight from work? This didn't feel like Otabek at all. He was a presence that demanded, a presence intimidating and territorial. The other guy turned and saw the Kazakh man.
"Oh if it isn't Dark Horse. Is this beauty yours?"
The man who held an equally strong presence in a different way. He kept a sly smile upon his face.
"Stand down."
"And I was having such fun too. If you ever want help with this one, let me know."
He said to Otabek as he stared at the blonde fairy up and down like he was a piece of meat. Yuri felt strange. The strong energy from both men, them showing dominance over him, he felt worshipped in a way. He really liked it he decided. He was having an internal battle, being naturally hard headed and independent yet felt weak at the site of two men showing dominance for him. This all excited the blonde which also left him quite speechless. He was snapped back to reality when Otabek spoke.
"Don't worry about that by the way. This place is one big roleplay, no one hates each other or is intimidated by me on the outside."
"I really liked it."
The blonde slapping himself mentally, accidentally letting that slip. Otabek at first was blank faced which grew into a small smirk
"Hmmmm you really are a kitten."
He again paid no attention to the eyes around him, like it was just himself and Yuri in that leather covered space, the Kazakh man always seeming to make an entrance without trying to. His aura always captivated those around him. He's energy felt strong and in turn was intoxicating.
"Maybe a little bit."
He caught the Kazakh looking him up and down then but not in a way of objectifying the blonde. No, this was tender and in awe.
"You look gorgeous."
"Pfft, says you."
"You flatter me."
"Is it working?"
"Always."
Their playful game of flirting only increased in person. They made their way to the bar as the Kazahk bought himself and the smaller man a drink, the blonde saying next round is on him. They drank and talked so naturally, like they got back into where they last left off at the club. Their knees were touching as they progressively got more loose, feeling comfortable with the very slight contact. In no way were they drunk or even tipsy, but the alcohol helped easy both men slightly.
"When are you going to show me that demonstration?"
"When you tell me you wish to see it."
"I'm ready."
That's when the Kazakh man looked up, keeping an unreadable expression.
"Are you sure? It can be an exposing experience even when not involved."
"I think I'll be fine with you there. I want to see."
He looked for any hesitation in those green eyes and found none, just circling curiosity.
He then stood up and waited for the blonde, who trailed behind him. They made their way back to the play area of the building, Otabek stopping around a section where Yuri assumed submissive mainly played.
"I want you to pick someone for me."
The blonde was a little taken aback by the request but scanned the many possible faces. His eyes eventually stopped on a man a little taller than himself with blonde hair that fell just above the curve of his spine. He saw a bit of himself in the feminine beauty but the blonde didn't want to admit it to himself right now. Otabek looked where the blonde's eyes stayed unmoving and instantly knew who he'd chosen. With no hesitation, the Kazakh strode to the feminine beauty, keeping a light conversation with the clearly interested blonde. Otabek made his way back to Yuri and slid a hand into his own but said nothing, the Submissive followed behind as they were led to a playroom. Yuri instantly felt the difference in the Kazakh's being. He was intimidating, hard to read but so damn sexy. Otabek looked to Yuri, instructing him to sit down on the couch opposite the bed. He looked to the boy standing by himself. He wore a black mesh crop top with black latex booty shorts and ankle boots.
"Come here."
Instantly the seated blonde felt something come over him. He knew right now Dark Horse was in charge with no trace or Otabek to be seen. He watched on with his arms crossed, one hand covering his mouth. The stranger made there way over to Otabek, stopping close to his chest.
"Kneel and look down."
Otabek did not once look at Yuri, he was in his own zone. The Submissive obeyed with no hesitation. Otabek sat on the bed, petting the blondes head. He was seated right across from the Russian. A few minutes passed and the blonde started to squirm a bit. The Kazakh was very hard to read in the moment. The more the blonde started to squirm, the less the Kazakh caressed his head. The Submissive shifted completely when a firm grip in those wavy strands had the blonde held in place as pained yelp left his lips. Yuri shifted his eyes to those tight shorts and saw a clear hard on. This was all happening for real yet it felt nothing but a dream. Yuri couldn't look away. Otabek stood up then, he pushed the kneeing blondes head with his grip as he did so.
"Stay."
The tanned man made his way to the sex covered wall, taking a flogger. He walked back slowly and circled the blonde who still continued to look down. There was so much power behind Otabek in all his small movements, in his eyes. He sat back on the bed, placing the flogger next to his side..
"Stand up and lay face down across my lap."
The submissive got up eagerly but slowly laid across sculpted thighs. Otabek placed gentle hands on the blondes body, seeing it twitch at the initial touch. He felt up the curves of the beauty yet placed a rough hand in his hair, forcing him to look at Yuri on the couch. The submissive was completely flushed and embarrassed as he made eye contact with the seated blonde but the Russian saw fiery passion in his eyes, like he was living for this moment, utterly lost in the scene. A hand stayed in the blondes hair as the other hand pulled those tight shorts down swiftly. He let out a small yelp as the tightness of the fabric on the blondes skin held his legs in place, keeping his arse lifted. His length was resting against Otabek's thighs and pulsing with excitement. His mouth was panting as he eagerly rubbed his length on those firm thighs, trying to find release. He gripped at Otabek's legs as he continued to move his hips.
"Da-daddy, please h-elp me, hit me…"
The blonde was shaking at this point. Otabek moved all contact from the withering mess below him swiftly. The submissive whined as he looked up at the toned Kazahk. He stopped after seeing disapproved directed at him.. The broad man moved the blonde from his lap and took a seat on the couch next to Yuri. The beauty was shocked, the look of feeling exposed across his face. He started apologizing for his actions desperately, the tanned man looking at him with disapproval. Yuri kept his composure but inside a foreign feeling engulfed him, not expecting such a sudden move.
"I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry for moving when I shouldn't have...I promise I'll stay still. Please forgive me…"
He sounded more worried the more he went on, his cock slightly softened as he sat on his legs in defeat.
After a couple moments, the broad man stood up and looked down at the kneeling submissive on the bed. He had a stern look in his eyes but placed a placid hand on the blondes neck.
"On the ground. All fours. Ass up."
"Ye-es, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."
The blonde did as told, his breathing becoming more rapid in the exposing position. He looked to Yuri again but at this point was drowning in his own mental bliss, like the Russian wasn't even there. Otabek retrieved the flogger and took his position back on the bed, slowly moving the flogger in a line from his back to the ass. Yuri could see the ruined blonde jolt from the light touch, coming to a limit and needing more. Without any warning, Otabek hit him with the flogger lightly, building up a subtle strength as he went on, the sounds coming from the submissive were utter lust, the pain/pleasure being easy to read in his voice, dripping like liquid ecstasy. His cock looked a deep red, crying for stimulation. He was beyond his limit when suddenly Otabek placed a small fleshlight slowly against the beauties length, his pitch rising slightly from the sudden engulfed warmth surrounding his cock. The Kazakh must have snuck it from the wall into his pocket since Yuri didn't see him grab it. He moved the fleshlight for the blonde, going with his downward thrusts and meeting them up. He then placed the blondes hand to continue fucking himself with the toy as he starting hitting his glistening body with his bare hands, massaging the area then to hit it over again and again. His ass strained red but each hit seemed to push the submissive closer to the edge. His movements started becoming sporadic.
"Daddy! Please, Daddy I want to cum! Please can I?"
"Hm."
A couple pumps of working the fleshlight is all it took till the ruined blonde was spilling into it, sounds of released pleasure spilling from his mouth. He slowly came down from his high, Otabek petting his head as he did so, nurturing him back to reality. The blonde slowly leaned against those broad knees for support, his head resting on Kazakh's lap as he stared up at the dominant in worship. The tanned man slowly removed the small fleshlight from the softening length as the blonde panted, his eyes completely glazed over as the hand in the submissives hair continued with gentle caresses. Otabek spoke short, gentle praises to the blonde, making sure his attention was only on him.
"You did so well."
"I'm sorry for disobeying you. I-I'll do better, Daddy."
"Shhh I forgive you, it's alright."
As the blonde came back to his senses, Otabek helped clean him, dress him and made sure he left the room present and comfortable. Before the blonde left, he stared at Yuri on the couch, giving him a look that Yuri was translating many ways. That's when he submissive spoke directly to him.
"It's ok, you will love this. Just let go."
With that, Otabek and Yuri were the only two left in the room. The Kazakh looked to the blonde and saw he was trapped in his thoughts, looking down and face more or less still covered by that same hand. His position from across the bed had yet to change. Otabek slowly leaned forward a bit and spoke gently.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"How are you feeling?"
"...I'm…"
The blonde really didn't know what to say or how to say it. He'd never witnessed something as intense as that, heck, never even been involved in anything as intense as that. Sure he was treated roughly but it was under his own want, completely shut off from emotion. But this, this was a game of emotion. This was exposing and raw. Everything Yuri wanted to avoid...until seeing it for himself. He was conflicted and didn't know where he stood. Otabek could tell he retreated back in his head again.
"You don't have to share just now, let it settle. We can talk when you are ready."
"Ah...yeah."
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