I was a regular at The Phoenix Club, and at one point or another most of the guys in there had come back to my bed. Tonight, I’d come with my friend Paul, he was shy and sweet and deserved so much better than the shit of a boyfriend he’d been with until last year.

Paul had been living with his boyfriend Stuart for years, he’d thought they’d been happy and when the sex stopped at home, he just assumed it was because they were getting older and regular sex when they’d been together as long as they had just naturally reduced. I’d been for dinner with Paul and Stuart at their flat a few times before that night a year ago, I thought I knew them both well.

One Year Ago…

I was in the Phoenix Club as usual, looking for my latest conquest to take home and have my wicked way with, when I saw him. In a booth tucked in the back of the club was Stuart, with the unmistakable look of someone who was being sucked off under the table. He was shameless, I’m not saying I’ve not done it myself, but I wasn’t the one that claimed to be in a ‘committed’ relationship.

Part of me knew I shouldn’t meddle in someone else’s relationship. Maybe Paul knew what Stuart was getting up to and just let him do it. Paul had confided in me that it had been a while since he and Stuart had last had sex together. So much so that in Paul’s words, he’d been “having more of a relationship with his right hand than with his boyfriend”.

In that moment I had two options, walk away and mind my own business or confront Stuart. I probably considered walking away as an option for all of two seconds before my need to protect those I care for kicked in. Paul was my friend, and he didn’t deserve to be treated like this by the man he thought loved him.

I marched over to the booth and calmly but sternly said to Stuart, “What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” Stuart looked up at me, shocked and stunned. He was so engrossed in being blown that he hadn’t seen me approach. Despite being startled, he was clearly passed the point of no return as he let loose his load into the mouth under the table. As soon as he’d finished, the young twink got up from the floor and tried to lean in and kiss Stuart. When Stuart didn’t respond, the boy turned and looked in my direction.

It was at this point I recognised the boy who had just a few minutes ago been swallowing a load on his knees, “Hello Timmy, can Stuart and I have a minute.” I could see why Stuart had picked Timmy, he knew exactly how to give a good blowjob. I’d used his mouth regularly myself if I’d not been able to find someone to take home. The boy had a natural talent and no gag reflex. When Timmy saw the look on my face he knew I wasn’t kidding, he’d seen it many times when he’d been naked at my feet during one of our more, adventurous, sessions. He swiftly disappeared off into the crowd leaving Stuart and me alone.

I slid into the booth next to Stuart and before he had a chance to say anything, I grabbed hold of his still exposed balls and squeezed them tightly. Keeping my voice low and deep, I looked him straight in the eyes and sternly said “You’re going to listen, and you’re going to do exactly as I say.” Stuart just nodded, knowing better than to say anything while I still had his ball in my almost vice like grip, so I continued, “You are going to go home, you’re going to tell Paul exactly what you’ve done, and then you are going to pack your bags and get out of his life, am I making myself clear.”

“And what if I don’t?” Stuart asked sounding cocky. I squeezed his balls tighter, making him wince, and calmly told him, “If you don’t, I will tell him what you’ve been up to and I will take great joy in helping him to inflict more pain on you than you have ever experienced,” in case he was in any doubt, I squeezed his balls even more, causing a tear to form in the corner of his eye. “Do I make myself clear?” I reiterated.

“I’m not scared of you,” sounded a little shaky this time Stuart was trying to test how serious I was. With my free hand I beckoned Timmy, who never took his eyes off our interaction, back over to the booth. He scurried back quickly, that boy loved to please me. He arrived at the table and knew better than to speak before I did, I’d trained him well if I did say so myself.

“Timmy, what happen to boys that don’t do as I say?”

Timmy blushed and looked at his feet for a moment, before glancing up through his fringe and cautiously replied, “They get punished Sir.”

“That’s right, and how do I punish them Timmy?”

“Erm,” I found his shyness endearing.

“It’s ok, Timmy, Stuart here needs to know what happens to naughty boys. I want you to show him,” his eyes shot up to meet mine when I said that. For a moment I thought he was going to question me, but then he thought better of it. Without another word, he turned away from the booth and lower his jeans enough to show the recent welts I’d caused on his ass. Timmy was never really a naughty boy, but he loved pain, and I loved inflicting it so when he’d wanted me to pin him to my cross and beat him with my belt, who was I to argue.

After admiring my handwork, I gently tapped Timmy’s ass knowing it would still be sensitive and whispered in his ear, “Good boy Timmy, off you go,” prompting him to thank me, pull up his jeans with a slight wince and disappear off into the club again.

“Do you understand now, Stuart?” I hissed giving his balls one more squeeze.

Stuart weekly nodded, knowing he had no choice in the matter. I released his balls allowing him to swiftly zip up his trousers. He climbed out of the booth and scurried out of the club. I heard from Paul later that night, telling me Stuart had told him what he’d done. I wasn’t entirely sure if he would. After his forced confession, Stuart packed his bags that night and left just as I’d told him to. Paul found it rough a first, until I’d told him the real story of what happened.

Stuart hadn’t told Paul the full story, he’d told him he’d been unfaithful but he gave Paul some bullshit story about him feeling bad about it and that he felt he had to come clean. I must admit I took a little bit of joy in filling Paul in on the real story of what happened that night, and Paul was both shocked and grateful to me for what I did.

Neither Paul nor I had seen Stuart since.

Back in the club tonight, that’s when I spotted him, stood across the dancefloor of the Phoenix club; tall, strong, and sexy. Dressed all in black with eyes that seemed to pierce my soul even when he wasn’t looking directly at me. Paul said something to me, but I didn’t catch his words, I was transfixed by this god propped up against a wall.

I felt Paul’s hand on touch my arm, snapping me back to reality. I quickly turned my head in Paul’s direction, ashamed I’d been ignoring my friend. Tonight, was supposed to be about him, not me and my dick. I’d promised tonight I would be Paul’s wingman and help him break his seemingly never-ending dry spell.

“Shit, sorry Paul, I got…distracted” I fumbled to say before quickly adding, “what did you say?”

Ever the perfect friend, Paul replied, “It’s ok, he’s hot, I know you need to fuck him,” I blushed, Paul knew me too well.

I could never resist the chance to get laid, but I was trying to be a good friend, “No, no, I am here for you tonight, not for me. I promised.”

“Alex it’s ok, honestly, go, I’ll be fine,” Paul said, nudging me towards the mysterious man. Sure I should have stayed with my friend, but as always I listened to my cock, knowing that Paul would always forgive me. I thanked my friend with a hug then turned back to what I hoped would be tonight’s conquest, only to find he’d gone. I looked around and couldn’t see him, I’d missed my chance but at least I wouldn’t be abandoning my friend after all.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned thinking it was Paul again, but it was my mystery man. Biceps bulging out the sleeves of his black T-shirt, dark eyes that I thought I could easily get lost in for hours, towering over me.

“Hi,” his deep voice came out shaking me to the core. I normally considered myself pretty smooth around guys, usually I was the one turning them into jelly. But this time the tables were turned on me, I was stunned into silence. I must have looked like an idiot, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. He just gave me a smile and he flexed his pecs which looked like they were dancing now under his t-shirt. I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “speak to him you idiot,” it was Paul who must have seen I was a few seconds away from just drooling in front of the guy.

“Hi,” I replied slightly squeakier than I’d intended.

“I’m Max, can I buy you a drink?”

“Please,” I purred.