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The first time he had laid his eyes on him, Dude didn't know what to expect, aside from the fact that the blonde hunk seated in front of him was definitely a ladies man, seeing from how he was practically surrounded by a bunch of horny women who were eager and impatient to have whatever the man was packing down there. For a man of his size, Dude figured that it definitely was... Something for sure, judging from the not-so-obvious bulge that he had in his lower region. But that wasn't important. Today was one of those days where he had to repeat the same old routine of getting whatever the Bitch wanted him to do, and also for him to get some rest and alone time without anyone screaming at him like a crazy idiot.
Except that he couldn't even take a break in the nightclub where he is standing right now, with how that buffoon clearly had all of the pretty gals at the back of his hand by just... sitting on the couch without any care in the world. It's like he wasn't even trying.
Tough competition.
Still, he wasn't about to stand there wasting time while gawking at that man for living every man's dream.
Rolling his eyes, Dude looked at his to-do list again.
- Get laundry done, check;
- Get some milk for the Bitch, check;
- And getting a new tire replaced, check.
The last thing he needed to do was to finally, get some booze from whatever this fuck-ass club was selling. He could've gotten them from the grocery store if he wanted to, but the Bitch had insisted on this particular brand that came from here.
Though it's not like any of that mattered. He just wants to get this over with.
Dude takes a few confident strides towards the counter, ignoring whatever distractions that were laid ahead of him– breasts and asses from strangers shoved and pushed him side-to-side like he was a pinball as he tried to squeeze through them to make way for himself. It was tempting as hell, but he wouldn't want the Bitch to scream at him for coming home late again. It all felt like ages before he arrived at the counter at long last, coming face-to-face with a pretty bartender who sported luscious brown locks of hair. He looked like a twink.
“Hello Sir, may I know what you'd like to order?” the twink asked politely.
Dude looked at the array of wine bottles in search of the Bitch’s favourite brand.
“I’ll have the last one.” He points to a medium sized bottle.
“Sure, that'll be a hundred.”
He nearly widens his eyes when he hears the price. A hundred bucks for a small bottle? The Bitch must've thought he was rich to be able to afford this. Fucking hell.
Slightly panicking, he quickly fishes through the pockets of his trenchcoat to check his cash. Ninety. He was short of just ten more dollars.
“Shit.” He mutters to himself. Looks like he’ll have to pick up some extra cash from a nearby ATM somewhere. He'd thought the money he stole from the bank a few days ago would've been able to cover whatever he had to buy for the rest of the week, but it didn't, which was a bummer after having a near-death experience of having a bullet shot at him a hair's length away from his face.
“Say, can I come and pick this up later? I’m missing some spare cash, you see.”
“Sure.”
Dude breathes out a sigh of relief. Okay , at least the bottle was reserved. Now, he'll have to sprint a kilometre away from the club to get to an ATM. As he stepped out of the door, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. He didn't know who, but something was up for sure.
Whatever. That person can watch him for all he cares, he just hopes that they weren't one of those crazy bastards like the rednecks and protestors that he had encountered so far.
-*-
When he finally found an ATM, he looks around for any passers by before he could do the deed. Which to his delight, there was not a single soul in plain sight. The coast was clear.
Mustering as much of his leg strength as humanly possible, he swiftly kicks the machine, sounding a loud clunk that echoed throughout the vicinity, followed by a paper-like sound from the heap of cash dumped onto the ground.
Dude lets out a smirk as he basks in momentary victory. And now, was the time to scram before anyone nearby hears him.
-*-
“Here you go.”
Dude slides the pile of cash towards the bartender, only for him to be refused when he watches the younger man returning his money.
“I'm sorry Sir, I'm afraid I can't take this. Someone else bought it.” The Brunette admits.
Dude scowled. What the fuck? He did not just waste 10 minutes of his life that he can never get back by going to an ATM for no reason at all.
“Say what now? I had this reserved!”
“Someone offered a higher price for it. I'm sorry.”
“By how much?”
“Double the price.”
Well, shit. He doesn't have enough cash even after robbing an ATM, probably around a hundred fifty bucks at most. Nevertheless, he still needs that bottle though. Otherwise, he won't be able to get a good night's sleep from all that nagging from that Bitch waiting at home.
“Do you know who?”
The man nods and points to the person seated at the far end of the room behind him.
Dude looks in his direction and turns around, surprised to see that it was the same guy from earlier.
“Thanks.”
With this newfound information and anger arising within him, Dude tries to compose himself. Maybe if he asks nicely, that stupid blonde man might compromise and give in, that's assuming if things do go well. If not… he might have to resort to more drastic measures that totally doesn't involve the use of firearms that were conveniently located within his pockets right now.
Taking a few deep breaths, he approaches the man.
“Hello there.” He greets, trying to sound neutral, but not too friendly or rude.
The man quickly whips up his head to look at him after extracting his lips from one of the chicks clinging onto him like a koala bear.
“Oh, hey? Are ya’ some kinda male stripper or somethin’?”
Dude starts to feel his eyebrow twitching. “No.”
Screw that for a first impression. This was the first time someone had called him that. And he wasn't even in his drag outfit.
“What makes you think so?” He added on.
“For starters, you look shabby as hell, and you do look like the kinda guy who'd do anything for money.”
Well. he wasn't entirely wrong.
“Duly noted. But I’m not a male stripper. You see. I’m here to ask if we could come to an agreement with regards to your-” He points to the small bottle placed on the table near him, “-Drink.”
The man in sunglasses stared back at him in mused interest. “What's your offer?”
“You can have all of my money that I have right now, and that's uh… a hundred and fifty bucks.”
“No can do, beardy. I got that for two hundred. Unless-” His voice suddenly drops down a note low, almost sounding suggestive, “-You offer other services that are worth fifty bucks.”
Dude furrows his brows. So this was what he's getting at? He didn't take the man for a fag, especially not when he has a bunch of beautiful ladies neatly tied up around his finger all ready for penis-to-vagina action, instead of playing with another guy’s sword or asshole. And to do all this to get the Bitch her alcohol? Fuck no. He didn't want to play that guy’s game just yet by throwing a shred of his dignity away. There had to be other means.
He puts on a false innocence. “What services do you suggest?”
“Did you seriously just ask me that? I'm sure you know what it is.”
Oh , so this was for real. Looks like this guy wasn’t all brawn and no brain after all.
Dude shrugged. “Okay, you got me there. I just wanted to know if there's any other way to go about it.”
“Nope!” The blonde replied cheerfully. At least, that's what he sounded like. He couldn't tell what the man's facial expression was from his sunglasses that shielded a good portion of his face away from him.
He stared at the larger man from head to toe. What's the worst that can happen? The cons? He would probably end up with a sore ass that would make it painful for him to sit properly the next day, and maybe get humiliated the shit out of if this guy was the sort who would talk crap during sex.
And the pros? Well, he would get dicked down real good from the size of that beast, and to relieve some of the need he's accumulated after not having any action for the past week. Another bonus point before he faces the Bitch later too.
With the benefits and costs weighed, he finally made his decision and sighs. “Fine. I'll do it.”
“Neat-o! Catch you at the back.” The man points to the room behind him.
Huh.
-*-
Stepping into the room, Dude was almost impressed by how neatly kept it was. He had thought most private rooms in clubs were generally dirty and unkempt from the sheer number of people treating them like an everyday public space, with used packets of condoms and unidentified fluids stained everywhere. And it certainly doesn't look like your average cheap clubroom. Inside the enclosed space was a large L-shaped leather couch, enough to fit multiple people. (He doesn't doubt that, given how the man had enough ladies on his tail to start a full blown orgy if he wanted to)
Turning to look at the sides, he sees a big television screen accompanied by a beautifully handcrafted wooden tabletop. It was like he was in a five-star hotel room, minus the bed.
The room was awfully quiet as he followed the blonde man in, save for the light whistling that came from him. He suddenly stops in his tracks when the man turns to face him.
“Hey dude, I almost forgot to ask ya, what's your name again?”
“You just said my name.”
A moment of pause followed.
“No way, Dude ? That's your actual name?”
“Yes.”
Dude crosses his arms. If he were to count the number of times people had first discovered his name and made fun of him, he wouldn't have enough fingers and toes combined to keep a record of all their reactions. It would be ideal if this big guy here doesn't make such a big deal out of it. Thankfully, he doesn’t.
“First time I've ever heard of a guy with that sorta name. It’s almost kinda cute. Don't take it too seriously, pal.”
“Oh yeah? What's your name then?”
A sudden pat onto his shoulder nearly startled Dude for a second, feeling as if a heavy weight was placed onto his shoulder. Talk about those big guns the man had. Scary thing is, for his visibly large biceps that he had, Dude didn't even see it coming his way. This man was dangerous.
“You can call me Duke.” Duke grinned.
Maintaining a firm ground, Dude does his best to keep his guard up. He doesn't exactly trust this Duke guy yet. Even looking at him now, he had stacks of ammo all strapped up over his chest. He was definitely not an amateur when it comes to firearm management.
As if Duke had read his mind (and possibly from how he had noticed the redhead staring at him), he starts to speak again.
“Don't worry-” He says as he slowly takes off his straps, putting the ammunition aside onto the tabletop, “-I'm not gonna kill ya or anything, if that's what you're wondering.”
Dude was mildly impressed by his observational skills, and almost intimidated in a way. It seemed that Duke was proving to be quite an interesting guy. He has his smarts in his own uniqueness, just like himself, which was so much different than the other common folks living in Paradise.
“Me? Worried?” He scoffed. “Let's just get this over with.”
“Demanding, are we?” Duke chuckled.
“Well, I haven't got all day.”
“Why the rush? Don't you come home crying to mama if you can't take me later on.”
Hearing the sound of a zipper undone, it was Dude’s cue for him to switch to autopilot mode. He's done this countless times enough to know what goes on. Both parties strip, they fuck for awhile, maybe around half an hour at best, before cleaning themselves up and leaving the scene of crime after that. He hasn't even seen Duke’s cock yet and he sees a wet spot formed on his crotch.
Sliding down his trousers, he sneaks a peek at Duke. And my god, was he right about him earlier, cause it was fucking huge, with it being possibly (one of) the largest cocks he had ever seen (or taken in) for his forty miserable years he had lived on this earth.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” Duke teased.
Dude turns his head to look away, feeling his face flushing.
“Shut up.”
“Rude~”
Without warning, Dude jolts at the unannounced intrusion of wet fingers into his ass, he clenches his teeth, restraining himself from letting out a yelp of pain.
“Relax, it's just lube. Haven't you done this before?”
“...”
Dude rolls his eyes. Duke was a talkative one for sure.
Feeling Duke extracting his fingers away from his ass, he starts to shiver as the cool air around them starts breezing through him, leaving him with a strong need for something to warm and fill his empty hole.
He doesn't even need to utter a single word before his needs are addressed by the sensation of Duke’s bulging cock sliding into him. The first thrust was difficult, a mixed concoction of both pain and pleasure. But when Duke repeats the same motion again and again, he starts to feel himself loosening to accommodate him, letting him in as his inner walls start to expand to fit Duke neatly, just like how easily a key fits into a lock.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Dude? You want me ta’ go rough on you or not?”
Dude smirks as he looks back at him, “I’m not a wuss. Bring it on.”
Duke smiles playfully as he proceeds to pin him against the wall, sending Dude into a moan from the sudden impact. He pulls a clump of his red hair before drawing him closer to his face, kissing him roughly and pushing his tongue into Dude’s mouth, causing him to go weak on his knees. Before Dude could even say a single word in protest, he felt his breath stolen from him again. And Dude be damned , Duke was way too good at this for his own good.
“Oh fuck-” Dude groans in a whisper, tipping his head back against the wall as every inch of Duke’s girth kept forcing his way into him. He closes his eyes as he tries to get used to the feeling of having his ass fucked by a gargantuan sized man for once in ages. “-Fuck you.”
Duke grins.“With pleasure.” Picking up speed, he places his hands onto Dude’s small hips, gripping him firmly as he begins to thrust further into the redhead, eventually finding the perfect rhythm when Dude lets out a loud moan, leaving his jaw hanging open and his eyes shut.
Dude tried to ride him harder, craving Duke deeper. He needed more, more, more . He needed Duke to fill every crevice, to seep in under his skin until he couldn’t focus on anything except the feeling of being full. He needed it to hurt just right, to be this side of painful, this side of too much. Ramming himself down and then pulling himself up vigorously, he groans in annoyance when Duke’s dick slipped out at the most appropriate, totally not-so-inconvenient timing.
He turns his head to look at Duke, who still maintains that same stupid grin. “Are you still gonna fuck me or what?”
Duke brings a finger to his lips. “Patience, boy.”
Rolling his eyes, Dude returns to his previous position, his back arched and ready for whatever Duke was going to dish out again. And boy , did he deliver. Duke began thrusting up into him again, only this time it was somehow much more powerful than his previous thrusts, he didn’t think that was even possible. The cause-and-effect prompted Dude to move his hips in circular motions as he chased the feeling of Duke rearranging his insides, falling forward onto the wall as Duke hit the exact right spot.
“Please…” Dude whimpered as Duke ground up into him, thumbs digging into his hip bones. Duke made a noise that was half-grunt and half-pant, rolling into Dude even harder where the room now only sounded of flesh smacking against flesh between the two. He was so fucking close. Each thrust from Duke filled him to what he thought was the maximum before the next came and surpassed it. Duke was hammering at him in all the right spots, over and over again, and Dude was helpless to do anything than coming along for the ride with his smaller frame.
Duke bent down to bury his face into his neck, open mouth breathing right into the sensitive junction between Dude’s neck and jaw, teeth nipping over so slightly over the skin. Dude let out a guttural gasp of surprise, thighs gripping Duke’s sides and chest arching up.
“Hah. I didn’t take you for the biting type.”
“Looks can be deceiving.” Duke smiles, before he was leaning back down, mouth connecting with his neck with intent.
“Fucking fag-” Dude trails off, barely recognised the sounds coming from his own mouth. The combination of Duke’s teeth on his neck, and his dick ramming into him was making Dude’s mind numb. He didn’t know where to focus. He writhed at the oversensitivity of his neck, then gasped at the feeling of being filled by warm liquids. It was too much, but he wanted to get off one way or another. His hand reached down to find his own dick that was leaking desperately against his stomach, his other hand pressed onto the wall for dear support.
“Don’t you dare stop.” Dude rasped, his hips snapping down to pursue the feeling of Duke, rapidly jerking himself off as he vigorously rubs the base of his throbbing cock.
“Sure thing, princess.” Duke groaned into Dude’s jaw, sending their sunglasses clashing against each other. Though that didn’t stop him from stuttering his hips deep inside him before he pushed himself up and started pushing into Dude even harder, producing loud squelching sounds that echoed throughout the room. God, those people outside would probably have heard them by now.
But Dude couldn’t give two shits about what the others outside were gonna think of him. Hell, he just wants to get his brains fucked out and cum already.
Right there, right there. It was perfect. It was not enough. It was overwhelming. Dude had lost all sense of himself. He knew he was moaning like a fucking slut right now, he knew he should be embarrassed of the sounds leaving his mouth in little puffs, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. He moved his thumb over his cock to finish off just as Duke shoved into him, teeth nibbling at the side of his neck, and that was it. Dude came hard, his whole body convulsing and arching up, thighs clenching hard around Duke’s length, searching for more and less at the same time.
Duke continued to thrust into him as Dude shook, body writhing as pleasure crested inside him.
“Fuck, fuck, oh god, Dude” Duke whimpered, hips grinding into him erratically, before coming to a twitching stop, buried to the hilt.
They breathed in unison, chests heaving against each other as they both caught their breaths.
“Hey, that wasn’t so bad, was it?,” Duke whispered after a few moments of silence. Dude could feel his grin pressed into his neck.
“Hmph. You were alright.”
Duke huffed out a small laugh, swiping his nose across Dude's shoulder before gently starting to pull out.
“So, about the drink-”
“Really Dude? Right after we’ve just fucked? Come on, you can do better than that.” Duke chuckles, before grabbing the bottle and throwing it in Dude’s way. Dude catches it, smirking. “You know what they say. A deal’s a deal.”
“Ya' don’t say.”