|The Black Rabbit
Author: cgaussie01 PM
ADULT MATERIAL. The Black Rabbit is a gentle man's club run by Ms. Ritchi. There, men of wealth can spend their earnings on the lovely young men who work there. Wayne Scott is about to discover what kind of world has been out of reach for him for so long.Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor - Megamind & Bernard - Chapters: 4 - Words: 22,352 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 03-11-12 - Published: 09-20-11 - id: 7397331
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The air in the club was thick with cigar and cigarette smoke, so when you added in the low red lighting that was emanating from low-hanging fixtures, one could be forgiven for feeling as though they had taken a step back in time to those swinging 1920s. The carpets were a rich mauve color, complementing the red and gold detailed wallpaper with polished black wood moorings and carvings made to spruce up the area.
Men sat in comfortable, expensive-looking couches and chairs, talking together as they enjoyed their drinks, smokes, and the company that The Black Rabbit offered.
The Black Rabbit, a private and high class 'gentlemen's club' had been running in Metro City for well over twenty years. While most gentlemen's clubs dealt with young women flouncing around in fishnets, corsets, and other assorted sexually appealing clothing, The Black Rabbit dealt with the opposite. Instead of young ladies, it was young, strapping men who served the rich, high-class gentlemen who were members of the elite club.
To join such a club you had to know somebody already inside, as all old, high-class clubs operated. Memberships were few and far between, and you obviously had to have a certain 'taste' to want membership to begin with. So not only was it a place to enjoy oneself with young handsome lads to serve you (and maybe a little more if you were so inclined and they were on 'call' that night), but you could meet with other men who shared your tastes, so you might even end up going home with somebody of wealth, influence, and sexuality.
The woman who ran the place, a young woman by the name of Roxanne Ritchi, had inherited the business from her mother who, in turn, had inherited it from her mother before her, who had established the club way back when. She was a very 'hands on' kind of employer, who made sure she was down there in the midst of the talking and cigarette smoke, wearing her beautifully stunning clothes, greeting her clients and making sure no trouble went down. Of course, even if trouble did go down she would merely rely upon her security, who happened to be an alien fish in an all but indestructible robot suit. He had broken up a fair few fights (resulting in membership cancellation to those fighting), with both words and his fists, and proved his worth ten times over to Miss Ritchi.
Oh, did we mention the aliens? Because there were two of them... one of them acted as security and answered to the name Minion. The other was a showy 'friend' who only answered to Megamind. When you saw him, you understood why he would take on such a strange stage name. He would often be seen strutting around the main floor with the men, lounging on chairs (or sometimes in a man's lap) whilst wearing all manner of clothes. He was mostly seen in leather, but if you caught him on a good day he would be in a corset (hardly needed since he was as slim as anything, but very well-toned), stockings, heels, or sometimes just a cape with a silvery clasp, and what he wore beneath it was often left to one's imagination. His striking blue skin color and green vibrant eyes were always alluring to men who saw the idea of spending some 'quality time' with an alien appealing.
But for those who preferred a more human taste, there was Bernard Dunning.
He was a young man, no older than twenty-eight, and he was very much human in comparison to his co-worker Megamind. He had creamy peach-colored skin, eyes a brilliant brown that matched his wild and sometimes crazy hair that refused to do what it was told. Unlike Megamind, who liked to flounce around with the men in the entertainment area, Bernard was more or less kept in the 'viewing show' part of the club. For those men who weren't as open about themselves as the rest were given the option of privacy, a lavish room to sit in and a one way mirror to allow themselves to watch the young men in question (Bernard and his other 'viewing show' performers) do all manner of things either by themselves, or with other men. Bernard, being a surprisingly quiet young man, preferred this than to busy himself with the men who tried to out-show each other all the time.
That, and he hated the smell of cigars.
His voice was also a reason behind why he preferred to be a performer; it wasn't exactly the most enticing voice you ever heard. Compared to Megamind, who was passionate about absolutely everything he talked about, Bernard's voice could suck all enthusiasm from a room without even trying. It wasn't his fault; really, he had always been that way. Even as a child he had a way of talking that could make anyone worry about him, which only went further to annoy the growing boy.
When he arrived to work that evening it looked as though things were going as normal. From what he could hear, Megamind was already out on the floor wining and dining a few of the regular attendees, and Roxanne was for once hanging around the back dressing room where the men got ready. Back when he first started, the idea of getting changed in the presence of a woman made him a little uncomfortable, but he had quickly learned he had nothing that Roxanne hadn't already seen before, so being shy was something that was quickly washed aside in this kind of job.
"Hey Bernard," she greeted him, pausing in the application of her blood-red lipstick.
"Evening," he replied. "Mr. Blue Light Show already working his magic?" he asked as a round of laughter came from the suite.
"As always. I don't know where he gets his energy, since I'd love some," Roxanne replied as she set down her lipstick and began repositioning her breasts in the snugly fitting dress she was wearing. It showed off her curves in all the right places, but it always seemed strange to see her so dressed up around men who had no interest in her. Bernard had quickly learned that it was important to look important, to impress the men who came to pay to play in her business. Membership was not free, she had men to pay wages to, property to pay, rates, water, electricity... nothing was free anymore. And seeing how rich the men who came here to play were, the fees she asked for was nothing to the millionaires.
"I know that feeling," Bernard said as he pulled off his shirt and folded it before picking up his schedule for the night. "I'm beginning to think I can't juggle two jobs anymore," he admitted as he lifted the list to check the names beneath it. He frowned.
"I keep telling you, Bernard," Roxanne said as she turned to look at him, "you're more than welcome to take on more hours here if you need. You don't need two jobs, do you?" she asked.
"To keep my sickly parents in the dark about the fact their son moonlights as a stripper and is more than just a librarian? Yes. I do. Imagine what all their friends in the retirement home would say if they knew the truth..." he replied before pointing to his schedule. Having two sick parents, being an only child, and paying for not only medical bills but the nursing home that took care of them was not easy at all. While his work at The Black Rabbit covered most of those bills, he still had to live for himself, and that's where the money from his job as a librarian came from. It was small change compared to what he took home in form of tips from this place, though... but all of it went to his parents. It was aggravating. "Why is so much of my time taken up tonight, and by one guy?" he asked.
"Oh, that." She walked over to him and looked down at the schedule. It was basically a diary calendar, a page a day, and had hours highlighted to show where he would be, what room, for how long, who for, and what he was to do. "Yeah. There's a new client who's taken a shine to you, and wants to see more of you."
"He's not a creepy one is he?" Bernard asked. "He's not going to ask me to do any weird stuff...?" he quickly checked since in the past there had been some... disturbing requests. Luckily they were just that, requests, and if the performer wasn't comfortable they didn't have to do it. Certainly Bernard was grateful for that, since he had NOT wanted to get that familiar with a donkey.
"No, no. He's nice. A shy one," she replied.
"Who is he?"
"Ah-ah!" Roxanne shook her finger in his face before tapping his nose. "That's confidential. Like I said, he's shy."
"Yay," Bernard said flatly before sighing and looking down at the list. "Still. It's nothing I haven't done before... cross dressing, stripping, a little bit of playing with myself, toys optional... he's nicer than most guys who want to see me."
"There, you see?" she asked, before patting him on his head as if he were a dog. "You go have fun, leave a big mess for Hal to clean, you know... the usual. Now if you excuse me, I have to go make sure Megamind's behaving himself. That boy, I swear..." with that the business owner walked off, her beautiful red and black dress shifting with her and the bow on the small of her back bouncing as it did.
Bernard set the clipboard down and quickly looked at himself in the mirror. He needed a shower, and since the guy was into cross-dressing he would have to do a bit of shaving and clean himself up. Luckily The Black Rabbit offered cleaning facilities, integral for this kind of place, and so he went off to do just that. He allowed himself a moment of just pure reflection and comfort under the stream of hot water that washed over him. Of course, it didn't last long, and he was soon shaving his underarms and legs, shampooing his hair, rinsing, and was soon out of the shower and drying himself down.
"Make way, make way, make WAY."
Megamind came rushing into the bathroom, pulling the skintight clothing (more like a second skin sometimes) he wore off of him, made a grab for some towels, and wet the corners before he began rubbing at the material. "Ugh, this is Armani, how could they not know this is..." the blue alien ranted for a moment before glancing up to see Bernard still standing there. "What?" he asked, green eyes flashing.
"Finally notice your dignity's dribbling?" Bernard asked.
"At least I don't hide behind one way glass all the time," Megamind replied testily. He stood to his full height, taller than Bernard since he was wearing heels tonight, and scoffed. "Busy day?" he asked.
"And busy night," replied the brunette as he grabbed a nearby hair dryer and turned it on full blast to both drown out and annoy the alien, since he was bald as an egg save for his eyebrows and the thin black goatee that sat on his pointed chin. "Hope you have back up." he said over the whir of the machine.
"I always have back up!" Megamind snapped back as he caressed the poor piece of clothing as if it were a dying animal. "You'd think they'd know custom-made clothing did NOT go well with food but no, let's go and drop some on Megamind, he won't mind! Gah!"
"You didn't hit anyone again did you?" Bernard asked snidely as he began to run a comb through his hair, hoping to give it some order and direction.
"I may have."
"And you're wet."
"Well in a while I won't be wet anymore, but you'll still be hopeless."
"Girls, girls!" Roxanne, happening upon the two, held up her hands. "You're both pretty. Now stop it."
Megamind pouted like a child and wandered over to Roxanne, and rested his head against her shoulder as if he were an overgrown cat. "Do we really need to keep Bernard working here? He's such a downer, Miss. Ritchi."
"He's also got as much pulling power as you. You're just a jealous little boy, aren't you?" she asked with a teasing tone to her voice, but she smiled warmly at him as she spoke. "Now come on. We can send him the cleaning bill, just get something else to wear and go back out there. He really is sorry."
"He better be," snorted Megamind as he left the bathroom behind, heels clicking on the tiles as he did.
Bernard gave Roxanne a pointed look, and the woman laughed. "Sorry, but you two are like a cat and dog. I had to intervene before you both ended up rolling across the floor scratching each other's eyes out. As much fun as that would be to watch, I can't have the two of you showing up to work with bumps and bruises, right?" she asked.
So he was left alone again in order to get ready. His hair was being as unmanageable as always, but he at least was able to comb out a lot of the knots and gel it into some kind of style that would suit the dress he was going to be wearing. Leaving the bathroom behind, Bernard made it to the changing room and spent a good half an hour searching for the right thing to wear, since the client hadn't been especially particular about what kind of dress to wear. Only that it had to be a long one, with a corset under it, as well as the usual stocking, heels, and garter belt look... all of these items could be located in the huge changing room that had a place for everything.
Bernard soon settled on a lovely black dress that could remind many of a Spanish calypso dancer, with ruffled layers beneath the sheer black material. He chose black fishnet stockings under that, clasped into place and connecting to the black lacy corset he wore snugly against his pale skin. The dress had a plunging neckline, and given the corset it fitted snugly against his thin frame. Admiring himself in the mirror, he thought something was missing, and soon found it in the arms of arm length black gloves, and some matching white and red jewelry in the form of a necklace and bracelets.
Only once he had applied his makeup: some faint powder on his face, blush to his cheeks and nose, and some light lipstick to his lips, did he pull on the gloves.
"Hm." Bernard looked over himself in the mirror again, before setting his hands on his hips. "I think this will do nicely," he told nobody in particular, and paused to once more look over the schedule he was to keep. A full hour and a half to do pretty much anything he pleased after taking his time in removing all the clothes, save for the stockings? This was interesting. What could he do? It said he could use toys... Bernard thought for a moment before grabbing the heels he would be wearing, but carried them under his arm as he went to the 'toy room' to find something to suit him for the night.
The waiting areas for The Black Rabbits viewing rooms were small and private, just the way Wayne liked it. The carpet was that mauve color that seemed to run all throughout the rooms, but the walls here were deep green with gold markings. It reminded him of peppermint chocolate, oddly enough. Then again, sitting here, twiddling his fingers like this and feeling a mound of nerves clinging to his very being would cause him to think of who knows how many random things to keep his mind preoccupied as to just what he was about to do.
Or, really, what he was making somebody else do. Not just anybody else, either. Somebody male.
How had he come to be in this sort of situation again?
"I'm telling ya, you'll love it."
The voice of his cousin Clark drifted through his mind and he was transported to his house, Scott Manor, months ago. Clark, son of his father's sister, was in charge of a company that dealt with financial assistance to big companies. Not nearly as big as Scott Industries, which had its finger in every pie in town, but still impressive. Unlike the Scotts, Clark of the Richards family could be as flamboyant as possible and nobody would give two cares about it. Wayne and Clark had been close since they were both young boys, hardly cousins to keep things from each other. Wayne knew his homosexuality was safe in the hands of his cousin, who wouldn't speak a word of it to anyone.
But that didn't stop him from talking about it to him.
"Love what?" Wayne asked as he looked over the employee retention report from behind his big oak desk while Clark surveyed the view from the 78th floor of Metro Tower. "I'm sorry?" He hadn't been listening nearly as attentively as he should have been.
"I just got into a club from a guy I've been seeing," Clark replied. "It's called The Black Rabbit. You heard of it? No, I guess you wouldn't have, would you?"
"Doesn't sound familiar," Wayne said.
"No... guess not. Anyway. It's an elite social club for men of high caliber and influence in Metro City," his cousin went on to explain.
"Sounds like every country club I've been invited to," muttered Wayne as he looked over the report. His view was blocked suddenly when his cousin put his hand to the piece of paper and pushed it down onto the desk, causing Wayne to look up into his sky blue eyes.
"Do the hoity-toity rich men in those country clubs get waited on by strapping young men in their underwear? Get to watch private shows? Or even get to take some of them home if they so desired?" Clark asked.
"...No I, don't believe so...?" Wayne asked with wide eyes.
"Well, dear cousin, that's what The Black Rabbit is all about. There's a smokers' lounge where you can wine and dine with other men like yourself, whilst being waited on by the aforementioned lovely men in little to no clothing." Clark continued, "Then there are the viewing rooms where you can make requests and watch the man of your choice do anything you so desire, within reason, for you to watch. There's rumors of glory holes there too, but I've never seen one yet." He suddenly leaned closer to his cousin, dropping his voice to a quiet whisper like the ones they used to share as children when they didn't want their parents overhearing them. "And as an added bonus, if you pay the lady in charge the right amount of cash, you can take any one of them home with you for the night."
Wayne stared at his cousin for a good long moment.
"Membership is only given to those who already know somebody inside," Clark added invitingly. "And the place is big on privacy. The guys in the viewing rooms can't even see you. There's an entranceway that isn't on the main street, so nobody can happen to spot you going into such a place. You'd be surprised how many men there you already know."
"Even more reason not to go," Wayne said flatly.
"No, no, no." His cousin shook his head. "I see them in the smokers' lounge, being waited on. But if you just go to the viewing rooms, it's totally separate. You don't even see anyone else unless you want to."
Wayne lifted a hand and touched his jaw in thought. It was hard to meet guys when you were instantly recognizable as Wayne Scott, billionaire 'playboy' of Metro City. His family had set up establishing companies throughout Metro City back when it was nothing more than a pioneer town settled beside the great Lake. They had their hands in everything: medicine, entertainment, industry, finance, all manner of companies... Wayne, if he so wanted, would never have to work a day in his life, but that wasn't the way he was. After the death of his parents a few years ago, the young man had gotten his things together and taken control of his parents' company, and so far the business was going strong, with a 76% increase compared to the year before.
Being rich and famous had its drawbacks, of course. He couldn't go where he wanted without being spotted or recognized. Most certainly he couldn't go to gay clubs, or call on escort services. It normally meant lonely weekends by himself with magazines or films his cousin would bring him in secret. The idea, though, of a club catering especially to men like him, with a highly positive view on privacy... he gave a small, thankful smile, as the idea became even more appealing with every passing thought through his mind.
"...so... how do you get in, again?" Wayne asked.
The grin on Clark's face was immediate. "You just need to know the right people."
And here he was. Clark had given him the business card and the name Roxanne Ritchi; she was the woman in charge and the woman to talk to about everything, since she was hands-on. She had no private assistant, no secretary; she always had her cell and beeper on her at all times and never turned down a client, but rumor had it she became a nasty piece of work if you got pushy or demanding, and Heaven help you if you had a violent temper. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, as the saying went. So, Wayne had called her, mentioned his cousin, and she had discreetly sent him information in the mail disguised as a business proposal.
Within the package was a fairly hefty little book that detailed what they offered, where they could be located, the rules and regulations that you had to agree to abide by, all manner of things. However, what he hadn't expected was a DVD without any label at all. He had waited until he was in the privacy of his own home before he even contemplated putting it on. Inserting it into his DVD player, he sat back in a leather chair and watched. It started straight away without any menu or copyright warning.
The Black Rabbit logo appeared on a red background: the rabbit was in mid leap, ears folded back, eyes full of concentration, leaping over the words 'The Black Rabbit' as if it were an obstacle for the rabbit. What followed was practically a tour of the facility by Roxanne Ritchi herself, a beautiful brunette woman with sky-blue eyes, wearing a beautiful black, white, and red dress. She spoke to the camera, the viewer, about the rooms and the history of the club. There were portraits in the main hall of two women, Roxanne's mother and grandmother, the women who had taken care of the business in their years. The woman went on to show him through the smokers' lounge which, it turned out, was already being taken care of by some of the men who worked there.
Wayne watched as the young men cleaned the area, pausing to smile or wave at the camera with the kind of looks that made the man in the business suit bite into his knuckle.
Then he saw two men in the foreground, both wearing what could commonly be referred to as cross-dressing. One wore a black corset with silver buttons running up its front. It was accented with black feathers that cropped upwards around his slender, honest-to-god blue, shoulders. The feathers worked downwards also, creating a sort of dress that only opened up towards the back, leaving the front half of the dress open and exposed to show his choice of lacy underwear and fishnets. Wayne's eyes widened in size when he realized he knew the man with the blue skin, and was struck with the force of a sledgehammer to the head by the memories.
His parents had sent him to a School for Lil' Gifted children, and naturally Wayne had been a popular boy. He just had one of those personalities, winning, charming, easy to get along with... and then the school had allowed a boy who lived in the jail across the street to attend. The fact that a student came from the jail was shock enough for everybody but when they learned he was blue-skinned and had a huge head... well. The little boy hadn't fit in with anyone, no matter how hard he had tried at first. Everything he tried exploded (sometimes literally) in his face. What had his name been? Wayne couldn't even remember that, despite being one of the children who had picked on him.
The little blue boy had been taken away after one too many incidents, and nobody had seen hide nor hair of him since. Wayne had all but forgotten about him, until now, seeing him standing there in a feathered black dress with a smug, self-satisfied expression on his face. Those eyes, they smoldered, and it felt as though he was looking right at him. Wayne looked to the one standing beside him and discovered it was a man with creamy skin, somewhat crazy brown hair, and wearing a white version of the black dress of his co-worker.
Roxanne entered the picture again, and went on to explain how the viewing room worked before being accompanied through to the area by the two men. He watched the man in the white dress how a dingo watches a human baby; Wayne could not explain it. The way he walked, with a look of confidence he'd never seen on a man's face before. Not to mention how the white feathery dress seemed to complement every part of him, and the fact he had glasses... Wayne loved glasses on men, and the round lenses suited the man's face to a tee. Who was he? Roxanne had mentioned a name somewhere in there...
Thus he had booked an hour, made his requests, and was now waiting to be shown to his viewing room any moment. The nerves in his stomach were bunching together even worse than before at the idea that the man he had seen in that white dress was soon going to be doing things just for him to see, and nobody else.
"Ah, hello there!"
Wayne jumped, and looked up to see the woman from the video standing there before him. Obviously she had come from the 'secret door' that allowed her easy access to all areas of her business. "A-ah. Hello," he greeted back.
"Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you, but you were kind of staring into nothing there." She smiled sweetly before gesturing to a door that Wayne had been half dreading, half anticipating, and walked towards it. "Anyway, let me show you through. I'll just show you how it works in there."
"How it works?" Wayne asked as he got to his feet and followed after the smaller, shapely woman.
She opened the door to reveal a small, furnished room. There was a large, comfortable chair in the middle of the room, as well as a small bar fridge offering drinks and snacks (if one was so inclined). More importantly though, a small table settled beside the chair had a box of tissues, warming lotion that Wayne hadn't even seen before in a fancy-looking bottle, and naturally there was a bin in the corner. "Now, if you're thirsty at any point you can help yourself, you aren't going to be charged anything since you've already paid your basic entrance fee," Roxanne explained as she walked around the room. "Same goes for the use of the lotion or anything else in here. But if you break something, you pay the damages. This here," she gestured to the one wall that wasn't really a wall but a large black sheet of glass, "is where you'll see the show. The light will come on and you'll be able to see everything, but he won't be able to see you."
"Like police interrogation," Wayne mumbled to himself.
Roxanne laughed. "Something like that! It's come a long way; when my grandmother started this they had to use peep holes."
"I know, right?" she grinned. "But yeah, but this here is most important." Roxanne picked up a small black remote with three buttons on it that matched the same colors as a street light. "This is how you let him know if you like what you're seeing, or give direction without the use of your voice. Red is, naturally, stop or no. Green is yes, or continue. Yellow is you like it, but slow it down a little. Understand?" Roxanne asked as she handed the remote to him.
"Uh... y-yeah, I get it. Thank you..." Wayne said as he looked down at the small remote. "Also thanks for not... you know. Not freaking out over who I am."
"You're a customer." Roxanne smiled sweetly. "That's what matters most. Names count for nothing here. Have a lovely time." She waved, and left the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as she left he locked the door, before looking around the room as those strong nerves started rattling away at him again.
So, this was it. Everything he'd done this week had led up to this moment and he still had a fight-or-flight instinct fighting like cats and dogs in his mind. Slowly, carefully, he made his way to the chair and sat down, and took a deep breath to try and calm down. The black remote still sat clamped in his left hand while he watched the black glass, waiting for the light to come on.
The sudden light made him jolt, and he pushed himself back into the chair as he watched the room come into view. It looked like a regular bedroom, though a richly decorated one, with furniture that made Wayne think of Jane Eyre. It was all rich carpeting designs, wallpapers, low-hanging light fixtures, and there was even some soft music playing in the background that brought on some kind of ambiance. Wayne felt his mind calm a little... mostly since when he tended to spend some time alone with himself he would play music as well.
The door to the room finally opened, and in walked the man from the video, today wearing something black, and the color was as striking on him as the white was. Closing the door behind him, Bernard seemed to all but float across the floor in that dress, and there was that confidence Wayne had witnessed in the video tour that made his heart, and another part of his body, swell. He looked absolutely... what was the right word? Gorgeous? Handsome? Amazing? Brilliant? Wayne didn't know if he could think straight right now, even if his life depended on it.
Bernard approached the bed and lifted one of his legs, resting his knee on the mattress whilst his other foot remained firmly planted on the ground. He set a small bag that he was carrying down on the bed beside him before stretching, sighing as he did, and ran his hands through his brown hair once he was done. Shutting his eyes, he arched his back, letting out a soft sigh as he did.
It was normally noted in the schedule's events as to whether or not talking was on the menu. So far, from what Bernard could remember, there wasn't a request for talking to himself, so that was good. His voice, as mentioned before, wasn't exactly great for getting people excited. His body, on the other hand, was very good for it, because while he wasn't rippling with muscles he was nice and lean, and the dresses he was made to wear fit him perfectly.
Such as the black dress he was wearing now.
Boldly he reached down and grabbed the black panties that were on display from the way he was sitting. So far, the red light hadn't turned on, nor had the yellow but the green one seemed to be permanently switched on. That was a good sign; so far, his client was pleased with what he was seeing. Very pleased, it seemed, and since he was giving such positive feedback he felt he might as well give him something even greater to be excited over. Bernard fell backwards onto the bed, lifted his legs up into the air, grabbed the black underwear and pulled them up and off of his legs, and put himself fully on display as he sat up right again.
His mouth fell open on a soft, hungry sound as his bared hand reached down past his pubic hair and traced a finger along his arousal. He shuddered and opened his eyes only just to stare down above the lenses of his glasses to take in the sight of himself, excited as normal. Since he was still considered 'young' in this line of work, Bernard didn't have to rely on Viagra or anything similar to help get him excited. The job, the prospect of being watched, was all that he needed.
The clothing did wonders, too.
Despite his excitement though, he knew what Roxanne was like when it came to the clothes. Unless it was completely necessary to make a mess on them, you'd best remove all that was requested of you. From past experiences, Bernard knew semen and any kind of lotion were all but impossible to get out of black. Pulling his hand away from himself he turned on the bed, exposing his back to the glass, before he reached up and grabbed the zipper on the back of the dress and began to pull it down.
Wayne watched, transfixed like a deer caught in an oncoming vehicle's headlights, as the black ruffled dress began to fall down and away from the man. His skin was just as soft-looking as it had been in the DVD he had watched, yet it seemed so very different in real life. Real life... could this be considered that? He wasn't sure, nor did he want to ponder on it too long, since it would draw attention away from the fact that Bernard was now only wearing his stockings, and the black corset that seemed all but painted on his body.
What he'd give to be in that room right now.
"I brought something," Bernard spoke aloud, but was mindful not to look at the glass. "I hope you like it," he added as he lifted something out of the bag and held it out in his hand.
Wayne felt the breath in his throat all but vanish when he saw the anal beads in Bernard's hand. They were orange in color, seemed to be an average size, and he was already smothering them in the same lotion that he had just been using on his own excitement. Reaching for his own bottle he all but painted his hands in the lotion before reaching down and grabbed his own throbbing, needy anatomy, and groaned at the sensation. Why, why does this feel so amazing? He felt as though his eyes could dry out permanently, he hadn't blinked in ages, since as he had just glanced upwards again Bernard was bending over, rear facing him. Not only that, but he was inserting the beads now, too.
He wasn't being too quiet about it either. With every bead, gradually getting bigger with every push, he would let out a noise of pleasure that sent lightning and flames rushing down Wayne's spine to explode in his erection.
The brunette had rolled again now, lying flat on the bed, legs spread and open while his hands set back to what they were doing before they were so rudely interrupted. Bernard shivered against the bed beneath him, the beads being held tightly in place by his internal muscles. The man could still remember the first time such things had been introduced to him, by Megamind of all people, and how gleefully evil the alien had looked when he had explained what they were all about. Then he had all but begun pulling Bernard's trousers down at the time to show him how they worked; it had been an incredibly rude invasion of privacy.
Then he'd had the gall to offer to show him how they worked by doing it to HIMSELF. Bernard had blanched at the idea, and Megamind had gotten in trouble for scaring the new boy. Since then, Bernard had seen what Megamind had between his legs, thanks to the communal showers and whenever Megamind chose to just randomly become nude, and he was... definitely not human.
He'd never admit it to anyone, but the sudden thought of what Megamind had on his person made his cock twitch within his grasp and he gasped at the sensation, and envisioned it again... only this time it wasn't just there. It was doing things. Incredibly amazing things to his body, and this visual cue did wonders for him since his mouth fell open on a moan as his hands continued their job. Yes, he hated Megamind the person, but he'd seen him at work and at play, and had to admit the alien knew what he was doing. He could work it. But he'd never... you know. With him. It'd be too strange, too weird... and it wasn't good to focus on such things when you were doing a job.
So instead he sped up his hands, shifting one down further south to massage his balls to help the stimulation along more briskly. It worked, since he felt that familiar tight, hot coil in his groin twitch in an excited way. Already? He had kept his eyes open, waiting to see a flash of red or yellow but all he had seen was a constant green. Whoever it was on the other side of the one way glass was obviously easily pleased, which made tonight's job so much easier on him than usual. Sometimes a man wanted it drawn out, to have it last for as long as possible to the point of blue balls. Those were painful to deal with, but he got through them either way.
"AH!" Bernard felt that rush of pressure and pleasure and he knew the time was at hand. Releasing one hand, he reached further down still, until he found the ring of the beads. Slowly he turned it, causing the beads to roll over and over within his body, and the feeling was so incredible his toes curled in on themselves and his mouth fell open on yet another familiar sound one came to hear from these rooms. His body twitching, ready and willing to take the plunge, Bernard began to slowly pull.
With every bead that slowly exited his body Bernard's very being was shaken to the core.
It was doing wonders for Wayne, as well. Being a man his age, and being a very healthy red-blooded man at that, he had masturbated often when he was alone in his bed. With the soft light coming in from the large windows, music playing on the radio, and usually a movie playing on his huge flat screen television, he could masturbate as often and as long as he pleased. Yet compared to what his body was going through right now, it felt as though he had just discovered a whole new world of carnal pleasure.
His body had been on the verge of an orgasm ever since Bernard had inserted those beads into his body but now, finally, it felt as though his mind was giving his body permission to finally let loose. Wayne had never felt like this in all his years, and no more did he wonder or fear if this was wrong or right. This was right, this was so right, since the pleasure arching through his body has never happened before. He barely noticed when his seed arced from his erection and actually managed to hit the glass in front of him.
Bernard lay there on the bed where he had collapsed, chest rising and falling, as his legs remained spread wide open and facing the one-way glass, ensuring that he showed off the fruits of his labor. Seeing how often that green light had been going off, as well as the yellow one, his client had been pleased with the show. If he had, that meant a little bonus for him, and that was always needed. Lifting a sticky hand, Bernard gently wiped it against his stomach to rid the residue from his digits before reaching up and wiping his forehead. Very slowly he rolled over onto his side, ass still on full display, and sighed heavily as he reached for the remote up by the pillow that controlled the lighting in the room.
Lifting his head, he looked straight at the one way glass, and smiled with a triumphant look.
"The performance is over," he whispered, and pressed one of the buttons, which slowly faded the lights in the room to darkness.
Wayne, meanwhile, was on his feet in the viewing room with his hands against the glass. His breath was fogging up the glass something awful, so he couldn't see anything at all. A little voice in the back of his head said to use his super-vision to see through the glass, turn on his ability to see in the dark to watch the man even more, but... that was wrong, wasn't it? This was his private time now. After doing all he just had, he certainly deserved it.
Looking down at himself, Wayne groaned when he saw just what kind of a mess he had made. The hand lotion had, of course, come in handy but it, along with his seed, had left an awful sticky mess despite using the tissues. He knew he'd be fined for a cleaning bill, so he quickly tried to pull his underwear and trousers back on, but his raging hard-on refused to go away. Groaning heavily the man eased back into the chair, and covered his eyes with one of his hands. "Great," he muttered. He just had to get one of those 'never going away' boners that.. well. Never went away until it suited them, and not you.
"Oh well..." Wayne sighed, and decided there was no other course of action that he could take, so he squirted more of the lotion onto his right hand and went to the job of making the best of a bad situation. He leaned back in the chair and tilted his head back as the familiar warmth enveloped his body, and he pressed his thumb purposely against the already slick opening. In his mind he envisioned the man with the wild hair straddling his lap, those arms gripping around his shoulders, and thought of what kind of noises he would make. His body would be so light against him, so frail in his powerful grip... he'd be careful, he wouldn't want to hurt him, since not only would it leave a blemish upon his lovely skin but no doubt Miss. Ritchi would be enraged if one of her performers returned to her with an injury.
Nobody wants to look at a flower with missing petals and a crooked stem.
When he finally left the room behind, his face was still flushed from the experience. While he still felt some trepidation about witnessing such acts, he could not deny how empowering it had all felt, how real and alive... he had never been harder before in his entire life, and the seemingly flawless actions of Bernard had been breathtaking. Wayne did his best not to remember them too fondly right now, since he had to get to the privacy of a car and get away from The Black Rabbit as soon as possible, lest somebody see him.
Just as he was leaving he saw a door open and one of the men from the video walking through. It was the blue man, with the large head and slim body. Wayne came to a sudden stop since, like when he had seen his face in the video, he easily recognized him. This was the little blue boy who had gone to school with him briefly back when they had been children. Back then the little boy had been stuck wearing an orange prison uniform and was led to class each day wearing handcuffs. How dramatically he had changed since being expelled... now here he stood in black leather boots, gloves, a cape, and only some leather underwear with a silver lightning bolt over the front of it. Wayne realized the man was actually holding a pair of handcuffs in one of his hands, too. Seemed some things never changed...
The two men looked at each other. Wayne held his breath, while Megamind tilted his head and arched an eyebrow.
"Well, well," Megamind finally spoke, trailing a gloved hand across his pale blue chest. "Finishing up, are we?" he asked, voice coming out in a low, husky tone.
"Uh," Wayne started dumbly.
"Another satisfied customer?" asked the blue man as he purposely strolled forward, and walked his hand up Wayne's chest. "I can tell," he purred. "So, you're the one Bernard did his routine for tonight... interesting."
"Interesting...?" Wayne echoed.
"Oh no, don't worry. I know who you are. I won't say anything. I'm paid to turn a blind eye, you know. It makes good money, being blind around here," smiled the alien before reaching up and tapping Wayne's nose with the tip of his finger. "Don't be a stranger now. We're always open and... accommodating, around here..." he whispered before walking around him, heading for one of the many doors leading into another room, and vanishing.
As Wayne quickly left The Black Rabbit behind, he made a mental note to book again to see Bernard during the week... and do his best to avoid running into the blue skinned man again. The raging tent in his trousers was embarrassing enough to behold once a night, but twice?
No thank you.
To be continued