THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Blaine Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE Sun streamed into the bedroom. Blaine Carmody murmured something under his breath in his sleep and reached out for the man he had a most enthusiastic night with. He opened one eye sleepily when he failed to grab hold of anything but the sheets. "Eli?" he called out, his voice still groggy from sleep. Elijah Wood paused in the act of buttoning his shirt. "I'm late for work," he said, bending down to give Blaine a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you this Saturday." "Saturday? But today is Thursday," Blaine protested, fully awake now. He swung a shapely, muscular leg onto the floor. Letting the sheets fall off him completely, he rose naked from the bed to embrace Elijah from behind. "Come see me tonight," he urged. "I can't keep my hands off you." "I told you I have to stay back late tonight and tomorrow, remember?" Elijah said with a laugh, trying to push away Blaine's arms from his waist. "It's audit season." "In that case." Blaine nuzzled Elijah's hair with his face, grinning in pleasure as Elijah squealed in ticklish laughter and asked him to quit playing around. "You're gonna have to make it up to me bad this weekend. This cock isn't used to going without for so long." He thrust his erect cock into the heated juncture between Elijah's thighs, groaning softly in frustration when his cock crown pressed against the fabric of Elijah's briefs. "I wanna fuck you," he whispered, reaching down to push aside enough of Elijah's briefs so that his pucker was exposed to Blaine's fingers. Elijah protested weakly that he had to work but he clawed his fingers against the wall and purred when Blaine pushed his cock through the entrance of Elijah's anus to penetrate the sensitized depth it guarded so closely. Blaine was still smiling at ten that morning, his cock a half-hard remainder of that morning fuck which was more potent than the blackest coffee when it came to making him invigorated to face the rest of the day. He could still feel the tight anal walls of Elijah around his cock and the way they convulsed in orgasm right before Blaine blasted his load into that man. He sighed and pushed back the ledger he was trying to work on and leaning back into his seat to study the cheap beach painting hanging on the wall across from him. As he absently rubbed the bulge of his erection through his jeans, he strode out of his office and straight down to an aisle, which he would always have fond memories of. Reverently, he touched the shelf against which he showed Elijah just how hard the tools in Blaine Hardware Depot could get. Blaine wanted to fuck Elijah the moment the angelic-looking man walked into his store. Ten minutes of studying Elijah through his camera was all he could stand before he walked out of his office with the biggest hard-on in his life. Blaine pulled down the shades over the door, put up the "Closed" sign over the locked door, and raped the man until Elijah screamed for mercy. Elijah sure as hell enjoyed it. Elijah's eager hands ripped Blaine's shirt off him as Blaine brutally sodomized that man until Elijah was crying out for him to fuck him harder When Elijah came to his senses and tried to run, Blaine threw the man against this shelf and forced his cock up Elijah's bleeding anus. Still not done after their violent orgasm, he grabbed Elijah when the man tried to crawl away and forced his cock into the man's mouth while he repaid the favor and sucked every sweet drop of come out of Elijah's cock. And then Blaine fucked Elijah one more time as Elijah lay flat on his stomach on the counter. Elijah didn't get the power drill he had come to purchase but he received a drilling alright. And when Blaine delivered the drill to Elijah's address later that evening, Elijah was begging for more of him before the night was done. Blaine liked the fact that Elijah was, to everyone else, a very quiet and timid man who let everyone walk all over him. Okay, Blaine was trying to get Elijah to stand up for himself because while he enjoyed being Elijah's champion in the one month they had been sleeping together, he wanted Elijah to take care of himself too. A man didn't get others to fight his own battles; that was what Blaine always believed in. However, the fact that he and only he could turn Elijah into a lust-crazed cock-hungry slut made him feel like a man more than when Mr Elliot, his fifth-grade English teacher, caught him in the act of getting a blow job in the store room from eighth-grader Tommy Lee, dragged him into detention, and ended up taking Blaine's virgin cock up his own asshole. He couldn't wait for the weekend. Hell, he might as well take his lunch hour to check out some great hotels to check him and Elijah in for the weekend. TWO "Hello there," Blaine said, giving the man who walked out from the door to greet him at the reception his killer smile. "I'm Blaine Carmody. How do you do, mister?" The other guy blinked, momentarily stunned at his first glimpse of Blaine. Blaine was used to people being dazzled by his killer dimples, great smile, and a body honed to near perfection by his careful diet and gym routines, so he patiently waited until the other guy had regained his senses. He took the opportunity to study this guy. The other guy was a plain-looking guy whose face wouldn't stand out in one's memory but he had a very well built physique under his shirt. Those arms were especially well muscled compared to the rest of his body. "Okay. You don't need to book a room in advance as it is not hunting season so there will always be rooms available," the guy said. His tone was pleasant, a rich timbre that was marred only by the nervous catch in the man's voice. "It's a hot drive back to NYC so I'd take a room now," said Blaine. "I need a fucking shower." He gave the man another grin. "If I like the room, consider me a customer this weekend." Pleased with himself and immersed in pleasant and lurid thoughts of the coming weekend, Blaine failed to notice the other man's studying him from top to toe, the man's eyes lingering on the outline of Blaine's cock snaking down the front of his left thigh, or the man poking his head out of the office door to take in the rounded taut buttocks of Blaine rubbing against each other sensually as Blaine whistled and walked down the corridor to his room. The shower was pleasant although Blaine couldn't resist checking around to make sure there was no stray knife around before he stepped into it. The water was cool on his heated skin and damn, it was hot as hell here. He scrubbed the soapy suds on his heated skin as if he could rub the heat off him, his motions increasingly harder as he moaned and cursed the sweltering heat. His curse melted into a sigh as he rubbed his pectorals, caressing his nipples until they were hard, erect buds under his ministrations. His hands moved down and rubbed his hairy six-pack abs, enjoying the way his muscles contracted under his touch, and down to his erect cock that was throbbing urgently. The shower curtain was pulled open. The guy from the reception stepped in, his naked body rippling with muscles, and Blaine was so hot and so aroused that he didn't - couldn't - pause to dwell on his actions. His cock tore into the other man's asshole in one forceful thrust. The other man's left hand gripped the curtain as Blaine thrust his hips powerfully, sending the man into a shocking paroxysm of ecstasy, pulling it off the hooks in his frenzied urgency, and he pressed his chest against the wall as Blaine pulled his hair roughly to force the man's head back and his back to arch. Blaine roared, his balls boiling as his cock swelled even thicker. A powerful flood of spunk exploded from his pumping fuck stick, flooding the other man's convulsing spunk box into overflowing. He was still coming as he lifted the man off the man's feet and carried the man onto the bed. The other man yelped as they fell heavily on the bed, the motion causing Blaine's still erect cock to penetrate the man even deeper. And Blaine never stopped his fuck thrusts even as the last drops of his current spunk flood spurted into the man, his cock never showing any sign of softening, just like his stamina never flagged. "I'm Blaine," he said with soft laughter as he carefully rested his body over the other man's sated self, taking care not to put his weight too much on the man. "You want my name?" the other man asked. Blaine had to laugh at the stunned expression of the other man. "Considering how I have my dick shoved to the hilt in your hot tight ass, dude, don't you think it's too late for us to remain formal?" "My name is Ivan. Ivan Gabriel." "Ivan it is then. It's an angel's name," Blaine said absently as he kissed the man's muscular shoulder blades. He ran his tongue sensually along the man's delineated collar bone. "A well fucked angel," he murmured and Ivan gasped when the man felt Blaine's cock surging back to full tumescence, the thick girth once more stretching the limits of Ivan's anus and filling it to bursting point entirely as the cock lengthened to its full dimension. "Who is gonna get fucked one more time," Blaine said with a feral grin as he began thrusting that cock in and out of Ivan's now well- slicked anus. "Yeah," gasped Ivan as he tightened his grip on Blaine's shoulders. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Blaine looked down at his cock, loving the sight of his thick throbbing cock coated by the copious amount of come he had spurted into Ivan as well as by a small amount of blood as it plunged in and out of Ivan. He was going to enjoy doing business with this man, he decided as he pumped the both of them into another shattering climax. THREE "Yeah, don't work too hard, babe. I'll see you this weekend. Bye." Blaine put his cellular into the back pocket of his jeans and picked up the hammer. "You love your boyfriend?" Ivan asked as he looked up from his nailing. "Love? Eli and me are just fucking," said Blaine. "What the fuck is love anyway?" Blaine hammered the shingles onto the roof once and gave Ivan a placating grin. From experience, when his lovers mentioned the dreaded L word, they would turn annoyingly clingy and Blaine would take that as a sign to get the hell out of the relationship. Blaine looked at Ivan's angelic face and felt reluctant to break it off with Ivan this soon. That man was a good fuck. "Does Eli know about us?" "No. You want me to tell him?" asked Blaine reasonably. "You always have more than one lover?" "Sometimes, I guess." Blaine caught Ivan's expression. "What?" "You fucked me behind your Eli's back and you are helping me fix the roof. It's strange. I don't know what to make of this." "Don't make too much out of it," Blaine told the man gently. "I'm good at fixing things. Helping you is the least I can do for you after fucking the shit out of you." "Ivan!" came a woman's voice. "Who are you talking to?" "He's just a friend, Selena!" Ivan quickly answered. Blaine was surprised by the fear that seized Ivan. "Who is she?" he asked as he tampered down a surge of protective instinct towards the other man. "My mother. She doesn't like me talking to strangers." "I guess she doesn't approve of you getting fucked by one either." "Stop it!" Ivan gasped. Once more Blaine was puzzled by the terror in the man's voice. "She will." Ivan just shook his head. "Please leave. Forget you've been here." "Whoa, steady there," Blaine said, not wanting to lose one of his best fucks so soon. "You're overreacting. Let me just get down and talk to her and things will be okay." "No!" Blaine shrugged off the man's concern, confident in his ability to charm anyone into his way. He flashed Ivan a reassuring grin and climbed down the ladder. "So you're from New York," Selena Gabriel said as she walked up to Blaine in the dining hall. She was an attractive woman of indeterminate age. Blaine was surprised by how young she looked, considering that Ivan was in his early twenties, and while he hadn't slept with women for a long time now, his body reacted swiftly to her presence. Ivan had slinked off to who knew where, banished by Selena after dinner, and Blaine's randy thoughts couldn't help conjuring some interesting scenarios involving him and the mother of the man he had just fucked a few hours ago in the privacy of this room. Just because he entertained such thoughts didn't mean that he would act on them, however. He wasn't that much of a lowlife, he told himself with a smile. "Yeah, I owned a hardware shop there, like I've said." He'd entertained the two people during dinner with his anecdotes. Ivan laughed shyly at the stories of how Blaine and that bastard Steven Weber, who opened a competing store across the street, hated each other's guts until they realized that they weren't really competing for the same customers. (Steven's store catered to people who just wanted to try fixing things because it looked cool on TV - "lightweights", as Blaine called them - while Blaine's store catered to serious DIY enthusiasts who knew their stuff and didn't expect Blaine to take them step-by-step through the manual. Hell, if Blaine didn't want to fuck Eli so much, he'd have sent Eli to Steven Weber's store.) When Ivan laughed, Blaine felt powerful as hell for having breached some defenses of that man. Blaine wasn't sure what to think of Selena. She studied him in an intense manner that Blaine felt naked under her eyes and that feeling was simultaneously arousing and degrading. "Hardware..." She placed a hand on Blaine's muscular pectoral and before Blaine could stop her, she pressed her lips against Blaine's. Blaine's cock was close to exploding in his jeans but Blaine carefully but firmly pushed her away from him. "It won't be proper to fuck you behind your son's back, ma'am," he said in his best Texan drawl, giving her his best killer grin to ease his rejection. "I'm flattered but I have to turn down the invitation." For a second there was pure hatred and fury in her face that Blaine instinctively took a step back. And then the mask of impassive beauty was back and Selena just left the room without a word. He rubbed the spot where Selena touched him in the chest absently, wondering whether he had made an enemy in that woman, when he saw Ivan watching him silently from the shadows. Had the man been watching all along? "I hope you're not disappointed that I didn't fuck your mother," Blaine said, looking straight at the man. "I only fucked the mothers of my friends who wanted me, and even then, I stopped doing that when I turned seventeen. Older women are overrated in my opinion." He pressed one palm against the wall on each side of Ivan's head, trapping the nervous man into looking straight at him. "I prefer men. I prefer you," Blaine said, cold steel in his voice. "And I hate people who play games with me." "No games," whispered Ivan. "You don't understand, Blaine, my mother, she..." "I don't want her," Blaine assured him. "I want you." To prove it, he unbuckled his belt. His jeans were tight so he had to pause and push them down low enough for his cock to spring free. Ivan didn't fight him as he lifted Ivan higher against the wall so that Blaine could lower the man onto his steely erection. As he fucked Ivan, he didn't see what Ivan saw: Selena was watching as Blaine fucked his son. Ivan gasped and futilely tried to use his hands to shield the sight of Blaine's clenching buttocks from his mother, but he only ended up digging his fingers into the sensitized cleft between Blaine's butt cheeks, earning him a groan of pleasure from Blaine. And there was no way to hide the low-hanging hairy balls between Blaine's legs that swayed violently and slapped against Ivan's buttocks as Blaine rammed his fuck stick in and out of Ivan's steaming asshole. He tried to shout a warning when Selena struck, but it was too late. Blaine felt something hard smash against the back of his head even as his orgasm began. Too caught up in his come to act fast enough, he felt another hard blow against head. And another. And then the world went black. FOUR Blaine awoke to a staggering pain in his head. He reached out to clutch at his throbbing temple only to realize that his hands were tied to the rack he was held captive on. There were manacles around his ankles too. What the fuck was going on here? Was he being held for some weird sexual games? Blaine didn't mind games but he certainly minded being drawn into it without his voluntary participation. He didn't want to play games and he certainly didn't want to fuck Selena even if she could coax a reaction from his body. He wanted Ivan. Only Ivan. He shouted for Ivan, his fury evident in his voice as he tried to pull himself free until his wrists and ankles were raw from the effort. The door opened and sure enough, that treacherous and beautiful angel walked in with a concerned look on his face. "Get me out of this!" Blaine ordered the man. He rarely lost his temper but when he did, such as now, he was a terrifying sight. In his wilder youth, many unwise fools walked away with broken noses, swollen eyes, bloody lips, and even bleeding assholes when they made Blaine lose his temper. "I'm so sorry," Ivan whispered. Determination seized him despite his terror at Blaine's dark fury and he placed his trembling hand on Blaine's bare chest, right over a wine-dark nipple. "I don't dare, Blaine. She makes me do things." "Selena? She hit me in the head, of course. What does she want, damn it?" Blaine asked, careful to temper the anger in his voice so that Ivan would talk to him. "She doesn't want anyone to take me away from her. She always says that men are disgusting creatures, except me, her darling angelic son." Ivan shuddered. "She did all the other men that tried to take me away from her." "Did what?" Blaine asked. Ivan gestured around him with a tilt of his chin. Blaine looked around him and gasped when he saw for the first time the men standing around them. No, not men, he corrected himself, embalmed corpses of handsome men. Fucking hell, Selena killed these men and embalmed them like some fucking hunting trophies! For the first time, Blaine realized that there was a vat of foul-smelling wax bubbling near him and the stench of formalin drenched the air in a suffocating chokehold. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was going to join these sorry sad fucks in decorating this ghoulish basement! "Get me out of here, Ivan," he told the man. He inserted a pleading note in his voice. "You don't want to see me die, do you?" "No. But I don't have the key," Ivan said in frustration. "Usually I'd be joining her in her bed tonight - " "Jesus," Blaine breathed and revulsion and arousal surged forth to cause his cock to harden to its full length as he looked at Ivan and imagined that man fucking his own mother. But who was he to condemn Ivan for anything? When he was sixteen, his own fourteen- year old sister sneaked into a masked wild party that Blaine was attending. Intoxicated by drugs and alcohol, Blaine ended up accidentally taking his sister's virginity before he realized who she really was. They spent the next two weeks worried as hell until Lisa's pregnancy test showed a negative. In the deepest, darkest region of his corrupted soul, Blaine would admit only to himself that fucking his own sister was one of the best of the many sexual experiences he'd had. "You fucked your own mother?" "I'm her angel," said Ivan with a shrug. "If I'm with her tonight, I could steal the key from her when she is asleep. But she always locks me out of her room on the day she plans to kill my lovers." "How could you let her do this to those guys - to me?" Blaine asked, struggling once more with his bonds. It was useless. He couldn't free himself. "Ivan, don't let her do this to me." He thrust his erect cock at Ivan, begging the man to reconsider. "I don't want to see you die," said Ivan, absently running his hand along the length of Blaine's cock. "You are not like the other men. You make me feel things I've never felt before, Blaine." He gave Blaine a smile. "And I suspect that you make Selena feel something different too. She's never backhanded me before." Blaine smiled without humor. "I have a plan, Ivan. But I will need your help." Ivan nodded. "But I'll take this first." He threw the robe off his wiry muscular body and without preliminaries straddled Blaine and guided the man's cock into his body. Blaine's fingers tightened over Ivan's nipples and closed his eyes, his back arching pleasure, as Ivan began riding him dry. He hoped this wouldn't be his final fuck of his life. FIVE Blaine gave a harsh cry of pure male triumph as he felt his balls tightened and he pumped his cock in a savage force that wrung a wild cry of ecstasy from Selena. His cock moved with unimpeded ease into her well-lubricated cunt as he roughly bruised her right breast with his hand while his other hand reached for the lever on the window. He thanked luck, his parents' genes, or whatever it was that made him a good-looking sexy son of a bitch whose handsome looks and monster cock could make a crazy murderous bitch go hot for him. It was very easy for Ivan to convince Selena that Blaine was aching to ball her as his final request. While every being in his body recoiled at the thought of sticking his cock into Selena, he didn't want to die either. He had been fucking her for only three minutes when she came hard. Blaine maneuvered them so that he was fucking her on the window ledge, her back pressed against the window pane. As Selena came one more time and Blaine felt his own orgasm hit him, he hissed to her, "You don't deserve this, bitch!" His cock pumped its hot creamy juices into her as he gripped the lever and pulled it open. He thrust hard one last time, feeling the last of his come spurt into her, and Selena screamed as that thrust pushed her off-balance and sent her falling down five stories into the ground below. As she fell, an arc of warm semen was expelled from her cunt by the force of her fall and creamy white globs splattered onto Blaine's chest as he leaned forward and watch her hit the ground. He smiled and closed the window. Damn, he hated wasting his come on this bitch. Her son, on the other hand. Three months later Blaine looked outside the window and watched as Eli laughed at something Viggo said before they got into Viggo's car. He was happy that Eli found someone to be happy with. While they parted on good terms when Blaine returned from his interesting weekend with Ivan and told Eli that Blaine couldn't keep fucking Eli anymore, Blaine always suspected that he had spoiled Eli for any other man. He didn't consider himself an arrogant man but he had enough ex-lovers who kept stalking him in the past to know that he was that good in bed. "Tell me something before we go," Eli said to him that morning. "Anything. But I don't do goodbye fucks," Blaine told him apologetically. "Not in this case anyway. I like Ivan too much, you know?" "Yeah. I just want to know one thing, Blaine. How the hell did you become so fucking cocky and arrogant?" Eli asked with a laugh. "You're singularly the most shallow, sex-obsessed jerk I've seen." "Hey, I know. That's why you liked me," Blaine just answered. Eli just laughed and shook hands with Blaine. "Thanks for showing me a side of me that I never I have," Eli said in a more sober manner. "I always thought I was cold in bed and I have always tried to find a way." "You're welcome," Blaine quickly said. He was uncomfortable with people making him out to be some saint. He wasn't. If he didn't come across another married man gratefully telling him that Blaine had showed him some pleasure that the man never had with his wife or another jock weeping in joy because Blaine showed him what the jock really enjoyed doing, he would be happier for it. It was just fucking, no? But Ivan. it wasn't just fucking, Blaine guessed. He turned to look at the angelic man sleeping on the bed - their bed, he thought with satisfaction - and rubbed his chest where his heart was beating with contentment. Ivan's mother was literally an in- law from hell but she wouldn't bother them now. Blaine, as usual, took care of everything. With Selena gone, Ivan was the legal owner of the inn and away from his mother's influence, Ivan blossomed into a more confident man who was fast learning how to use his good looks and charms to get his way with people (including Blaine, of course). Blaine was optimistic that he could help Ivan forget the years of depraved corruption Selena inflicted on Ivan. How could she be so warped by her husband's infidelity that she would twist and even fuck her own son into a shadow of what he was? But Ivan was his own person at the end of the day and he chose Blaine over his mother. The shadow of Selena in this inn was fading day by day. Ivan was talking about renovating the front and installing better plumbing. How lucky for him that Blaine could fix these up and obtain supplies at good rates from his contacts. "Blaine?" Ivan called sleepily. He pulled up the sheets and patted the space beside him. "Come back to bed." Blaine gave his still hard cock a few playful tugs with his hand and quickly did as he was told. She smiled grimly as she walked down the path and forcefully uprooted the "For sale" sign. This building was a hovel compared to the home she had left behind but it would do. She would start life anew under another name. Even the pain of betrayal wasn't as sharp as it was. Her son was gone, but she had hope for the future. The woman formerly known as Selena Gabriel patted her rounded belly and hummed a lullaby, pleased that she not only had survived the fall but she had also been given a second chance to do things right. She knew this one would be a boy. She would raise him and teach him well about the world. This time she would make sure that he understood that women weren't the only sinful creatures in the world, men were too. Men like her husband. Men like Blaine Carmody. She already had a name planned for this baby. She always thought Norman was a nice name.