2 for 1

Disclaimer: I made up all these characters, so they're mine, though I had a lot of visual aid for them to get in all those positions!


The computer screen finally started displaying the pictures on the website, slowly letting each picture appear one at a time. Blayne’s hand hovered over her mouse, her finger constantly spinning the scroll wheel to see if pictures farther down the page were loaded already. No luck. She scrolled back up to the top of the page and sighed as the final ad finished loading and the first picture barely started. Slow damn connections!

Minutes later she was sitting with her nose nearly touching the screen. She licked her lips and started toying unconsciously with the ball of her tongue ring. The final picture finally loaded and she groaned softly. Damn, she was in the wrong profession.

Dozens of pictures of gay men filled her screen, some actually in the act of sex, others just in suggestive positions. Her favorites were the ones of men together, kissing or just holding each other. Men’s bodies, in her opinion, were made to ogle. Two such bodies together nearly made her eyes bug out. It was just so damn beautiful.

She quickly saved her favorite pictures into her extensive collection of similar photos. It would be obvious to anyone who looked in her computer where her fantasies lay, but no one knew. She had grown up in a family that was not tolerant of gays, or more aptly, ridiculed them. Then she had run across a ‘slash’ story on line. While covering her mouth to hide her grin at reading something so shamefully wicked she had read on her curiosity encouraging her. At the end of the story she had been in tears.

Her views had changed in that moment. Who was she to dictate what someone should care about? She felt guilty for ever thinking that two men together were wrong. The beauty of the men in the story overcoming the problems in their lives just because they had fallen in love with each other had touched her. She wanted to read more, see more.

From there it had literally blown up in her face. She always had vivid sexual dreams, but now there were multiples of men in them. Sometimes she was involved in the sex acts, and other times she just had the pleasure of watching.

Her boyfriend at the time had become increasingly uncomfortable with her suggestions of a three-way with another man. He was adamantly against it and, she believed, repulsed by her fixation with it. When he’d come home to find her masturbating while watching a porno labeled ‘bi-men’ he had called the whole thing off. Ah, well. She missed him, but wasn’t heartbroken. She didn’t understand his not understanding her. Why was it okay for him to fuck her in the ass, but not a man? An ass was an ass, right?

And Blayne absolutely loved taking it in the ass. As she was getting fucked, filled so wonderfully full, the rest of her body suffered a sort of delicious neglect that drove her wild.

She sorted and labeled her new pictures and then shut her computer down. Viewing all those photos had gotten her juices flowing and she dug out her favorite toys and went into the bathroom for a long hot relaxing shower.

An idea had formed in her head and she smiled to herself as she thought of the outcome if her little plan worked out.

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Blayne leaned toward the mirror and rubbed at the smudge of lipstick that was outside the perfect line defining her lips. Once the smudge had transferred its stubborn self to her finger she smacked her lips together and then pursed them, making a kissing face. With a critical eye she looked her face over one more time before nodding and stepping back. Well, she was as ready as she was ever gonna be.

Her black leather miniskirt was as short as law would allow. If it were any shorter it would be a damn cummerbund. She laughed at her own reflection at the thought and tugged down at the seams. Nope, no give. There was nothing to tug down! Her top was just a glorified bra, and she had bras that covered more. Lift and support was the name of the game this evening. The only inconsistency with her outfit was her shoes, or rather her boots. She had always envisioned such an outfit with stiletto heels that had straps winding halfway up her leg. But Blayne wasn’t the type. She had had to go out and specifically buy the outfit for tonight. When she had the skirt and top safely in a bag she had gone to look at shoes. Again her vision of high heels had come to mind. But she just hadn’t been able to do it. High heels or even dress shoes for that matter weren’t her thing. So her normal leather boots that she could stomp through a construction site comfortably in were just gonna have to be good enough. She felt practically naked in the skirt and top, and she had to have something that was still her.

After that decision had been made adequate jewelry was next. The thin silver chain she normally wore just wasn’t quite going to be the look she was trying for.

At the shop where she normally shopped, she bought a new tongue ring, one with an actual ring on it. A simple set of steel earrings, two in each ear, and a new plain stud for her navel. But she needed more. When she asked the man working there about some of the stuff she was looking for she got a very interesting look. He looked her up and down and then gave her directions to a shop he knew of. He’d given her a little smirk with a suggestive gleam in his eye when she left.

It had taken her a full day and leaving the parking lot of the little store called ‘Whips and Chains’ twice before she worked up the nerve to go in. With a constant blush on her face she had browsed until she found the jewelry section. Then she had forgotten she was in a shop with more dildos in more shapes and sizes than she knew there were. A leather and steel collar with a D-ring had been her first choice. Blayne was nearly slobbering as she looked further. She settled on some leather and chain bracelets and quickly paid and left.

And now she stood looking at herself in the full ensemble. The choke collar was tighter than she had thought it would be, the bracelets weighed down her arms. Even the smallest ones she could find were huge on her slender arms.

She slid her stash of money and ID into her boot and then with a determined huff of a sigh she set out. After endless searching on line she had chosen a local place to visit. It was on a nearly deserted back street no more than a couple blocks from the regular thriving strip of clubs. She parked as close as she could get and then walked the last block. An unmarked steel door painted a gleaming black was centered on an otherwise empty street. The faint sound of music and laughter could be heard from somewhere within.

Blayne’s heart pounded in her chest as her fear made her hesitate. She looked down the darkened street in both directions, her nervousness keeping her from taking the final step forward. Two men were coming in her direction, still a half a block away. She stood and just watched them approach.

She’d hardly ever seen two finer specimens of men. The larger one had short mussed sandy brown hair cut in a style she believed the military called ‘high and tight’, shaved close to his head at the bottom and getting a tiny bit longer on the way up. He was wearing blue jeans and leather boots and nothing else. She swallowed reflexively as she watched the dim light from the streetlamps play off the definition of his arms and chest. The other man was shorter, but not by much, still coming in at probably six feet, and he was thicker through the chest. His pants were black with the shine of leather to them, black boots and then a steel buckle at the center of his chest with four leather straps leading off of it. She couldn’t help but stare at those straps as his chest muscles held them as far apart as seemed possible, and in turn the straps accentuated his size.

They stopped when they reached her, as she was pretty much blocking the door. After a brief glance at each other the shorter man turned to her, flashing white teeth in a smile that could have melted stone.

“Hon, I think you’re lost.” The low resonance of his voice finished off any melting that hadn’t been done previously. She felt like she’d turned to mush.

When she didn’t respond, and she truly didn’t think she could, they looked at each other again.

“Is she mute?” the bigger one asked with a lopsided grin at his companion, and then at her.

Blayne swallowed roughly and blinked up at them. “I—“she couldn’t finish, couldn’t think.

Sandy colored brows lifted in her direction as they both watched her curiously. The one on the right, the shorter one with the shaved head, finally did something that she was familiar with. His eyes dropped.

Blayne blushed, not from the obvious perusal, but at being beheld in such a severely small outfit. But his simple action broke her stupidity spell. This was something she could deal with; this was something she understood.

She swallowed hard, taking hold of what courage she had and the will to see this through, and stepped forward. Her stance thrust her breasts out, and seeing as how they were nearly spilling from her top, two sets of eyes were drawn to the spectacle.

Blayne smiled to herself. It seemed no matter who or what or where they were, men were still men.

“Maybe you boys could help me,” she said, using her most sultry voice. Their collective attention returned to her face and she continued, “And you could save me some trouble, too.”

The bigger one seemed instantly annoyed by something she had said. The bald man spoke, “And what do you need help with?”

“I was looking for some men.”

Bald guy just stared at her, openly curious, or just amused, while the other man narrowed his eyes at her. “If you’re looking for men there’s some nice regular bars two blocks up. Go look there.” His voice was rough and deep and she couldn’t contain the shiver of desire it caused to tingle through her.

She turned her head and looked up the street in the direction he had indicated and then turned back to stare right at him. With a small smile she asked, “So what is this establishment here?”

Bald Guy actually laughed, a deep rolling sound that made her smile at just hearing it. It obviously had the same effect on his friend because he smiled as well, but looked no less severe as he looked back at her.

Neither seemed to be in a hurry to answer her, not that she needed one. If she hadn’t known what was behind the black painted door before she arrived, their showing up obviously together was a good clue.

“Well?” she asked, looking from one to the other. She still got no reply. As they continued to just stare at her she shrugged and turned to the door.

Blayne knocked hard twice and then stepped back. She glanced up at Big guy standing only feet to her right and caught his tiny smirk of a smile, as if he expected her to run. She pulled herself up to her full height, which was still not very impressive and waited as she heard the sound of locks turning. The door swung inward and the opening was filled a very large man. He stared at her in the same way she must have been staring at him. Leather chaps and an interesting looking sort of jockstrap made of leather were all he wore. She could see the lightly furred skin between the two, and everything else. He wasn’t as physically fit as the two men behind her, but he was a bear of a man, filling the doorway with his presence. Thick leather armbands around his upper arms were literally digging into the huge girth of his biceps.

He looked her up and down without much of a reaction and then looked past her. “Hey, guys, bringing in a new toy?”

“She isn’t with us,” Big guy said as he stepped forward, brushing past her. She felt the heat of his skin where his chest touched her bare shoulder. His hand was linked with Bald guy’s and he slid past her as well, the leather straps across his chest rubbing roughly against her. Then she was left alone to face the bear in the door.

“You looking for someone?” he asked. He seemed annoyed with just her presence as he crossed his massive arms across his chest and stared down at her.

Blayne honestly wanted to run, but if she couldn’t even make it in the damn door, she would be thoroughly disappointed with herself. She forced a smile as she looked up at him, feeling tiny beside his big body, “Actually, I am.”

He glanced up and down the street almost suspiciously, then back at her. “What game you playin’? Ya don’t belong here, now get lost.”

He started to swing the door shut and she quickly stepped forward and stopped it with her boot. “Please, sir. I just want to look around and if I cause any problems I’ll leave.” She smiled up at him, “I just want…” She looked past him to where she could still see the two men that had just entered. “I just want two of them.”

He frowned at her and then with a sneer said, “Woman, they don’t want you.”

She grinned, how aptly put. “I know.”

He shook his head but after a moments hesitation let the door swing back open. “Alright, little lady, I’ll let ya in, but don’t cause no trouble.”

She laughed up at him as she stepped quickly inside before he could change his mind, “Me? I couldn’t harm guys that big.”

He let her step past and then swung the door shut and locked it again. “Not harm, offend.”

She looked down at herself and then back up at him, “Do I look offensive?” she asked with a grin and raised brows.

“Yeah. You’re seriously fuckin’ offensive, tits all hangin’ out and smellin’ good. I’m offended,” he said gruffly, but he smiled just a little.

Blayne never would know where she got the gall to go through with some of the things she did. Starting with knocking on the door. She leaned closer to the man’s furred chest and smiled up at him, “But I got the same and more holes as you. Now how is that offensive?”

He laughed at her and then his callused hand at the small of her bare back led her forward toward the lights of the room just down a short hall. “Honey, you wouldn’t stand up for my lovin’,” he said softly, covertly leaning toward her.

She gave his body a blatant sweep with her eyes and smiled, “No, I probably wouldn’t. You are a big fella.” Her smile faded as she turned in the entrance of the room.

It was basically just an unfinished basement to the building above, raw wood and bare boards making up the ceiling. An old bar was set up at one end, a fluorescent light hanging down over it. Dozens of liquor bottles and rows of glasses reflected the light back. The walls were dark paneling with several graphic posters and neon lights hanging here and there. There was a pool table, fuse ball table, and several tables, two low and two high, each surrounded. A stereo system with oversized speakers was set up and blaring some recognizable current music.

There were nearly twenty men in the room that she could see. Several were completely naked, and none were completely dressed. Leather and denim seemed to be part of a dress code, and was all she could see besides the flashing points of steel adornments, and flesh. Beautiful male flesh.

Big guy and Bald guy were at the bar, now getting drinks. Bald guy smiled at her and she smiled back briefly before letting her eyes scan the rest of the room.

Four men were playing darts off to one side. Just to her right two men were leaning against the wall, making out feverishly. Two couples were dancing, which was more like making out in time with the music. Two men were playing fuse pall, while another man stood at the end of table watching. Blayne stared for long moments at the man with his back to her at the fuse ball table. The play of muscles across his back was incredible as he reached for the handles. Then he was laughing, leaning over the table toward his partner and she looked away. A man entered from a small doorway at the back. He was rubbing the bulge in his jeans as he sauntered toward the bar. The smug smile on his face lead her to believe that he had been enjoying himself at whatever was behind that wall.

The two men who had been playing pool had gotten distracted, with each other. One of the couple was now sitting on the table with his back to her. As she watched the man standing with him jerked at the others pants, revealing the globes of his ass. She smiled almost fondly at them, enjoying watching them. Then the man’s hand on the other one’s ass went deeper. He almost seemed to be trying to lift the man from behind with just his hand, though Blayne knew better. She watched them for a second more as they groped and devoured each other.

She was half expecting silence and shocked gasps at her entrance, but nothing like that happened. Bear, or whatever his name was, led her to the bar. She saw several men stare at her as she walked past, and one man tapped his friend on the shoulder to point her out, but otherwise there was no reaction.

The bartender was completely naked save for a ring at the center of his chest that had five leather straps coming off of it. The one going straight down was attached to a matching ring that kept his rather large dick in a constant state of arousal. As they approached he grinned at Bear, “Nice date, Gray. What’d I tell you about bringing in those little effeminate things?”

Gray laughed and took the beer that the tender offered. “Oh, she’s feminine alright. Offered to do me already on the way in.”

Blayne just smiled, and tried to control the blush heating her cheeks. Movement to her right caught her eye and she turned to find both of the men from outside looking at her. Big guy practically scowled at having made eye contact and turned back to Bald guy.

The man that she had seen entering from the back room came up beside her and leaned against the bar. He was practically leaning against her as well as he looked down at her. “Aw, just go stick her in the glory holes. Won’t anybody mind what’s swallowing them if they can’t see it’s got tits.”

Blayne smiled up at him. He was bearded, which she didn’t like, and otherwise just looked kind of dirty. “I don’t need to hide behind a hole to go down on you,” she teased.

His eyes narrowed at her for a second before he addressed the bartender again, “Bitches never know what to do with it when ya give it to them.” His eyes settled back on her in a narrowed glare.

Blayne just shrugged and dismissed him, hoping he would leave. He did after a bit. “Could I have a shot, please?”

The bartender smacked a shot glass down before her. He filled it to overflowing and then leaned against the bar before her. “So what the hell are you doing here, lady?’ He watched her pick up the glass and down the shot in one swift swallow before continuing. “Cuz ya had to impress Gray there to even let ya in.”

She turned and smiled at Gray, “Did I impress you?” she asked in a too sweet voice.

“Yeah, with them titties dumping out at me, I was seein’ ya had yer uses.”

Blayne smiled and adjusted her cleavage. “Just don’t go and be touching, okay, Bear?”

Both he and the tender laughed at her pet name for him, and she frowned at their sudden humor. With a shrug she nudged her shot glass to get a refill. The bartender turned to get the bottle with a grin still on his face.

Bear leaned down to her and she gasped softly at the feel of his stubbly chin against her ear but otherwise held still. “You don’t find yourself a couple of these guys to take home with you, you come find me. I’ll take care of ya.” He finished his whispering by covering her entire ear with his hot tongue in a rough lick. Then he turned and headed back to the entrance.

Whiskey sloshing over her hand brought her attention back to her now full shot glass and the frowning face of the bartender. She ignored his questioning look until she had downed the second shot and then watched him refill it.

“Don’t be goin’ and turnin’ my bouncer straight on me,” he warned with a smile that lacked any humor, his eyes saying he was quite serious.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Blayne said with a smile. She downed the third shot of whiskey and then just sat with her eyes closed for a minute. The whiskey had burned its way down her throat to puddle in her stomach and spread its warmth out from there. She could feel the slow warmth wrap around her heart and warm her chest almost uncomfortably. The tingling in her already aroused nipples and pussy intensified and she shivered deliciously as she flexed her inner muscles. She’d heard whiskey referred to as ‘a straight shot of courage’, and that’s exactly what it felt like, and what she needed. She opened her eyes and smiled lazily at the bartender.

He shook his head in disapproval and held out the bottle.

Blayne shook her head and turned the shot glass upside-down. Then she leaned down and dug into her boot, pulling out a twenty that she set beside her glass. “Thank you.”

He nodded and took the bill, making it disappear in that way that only a bartender and magicians could. “So what do you want? If ya just wanted to watch you coulda rented a porno, but these men don’t usually swing both ways.”

“I’m not sure what I want. That’s why I’m here,” she answered honestly.

He nodded, “Well, honey, you don’t have a lot of options unless you’re hiding something under that little skirt.”

Blayne smiled, “No, no extra pieces, mores the pity.”

“Penis envy must be a bitch,” he said with a wink.

Blayne rolled her eyes, “You have no idea.”

He turned and put the bottle back on the small shelf and then took her shot glass. “Well, do your thing, whatever it is, and get the hell out. If ya freak my boys out they might start leaving so get on with it.”

Blayne turned on the stool and looked out at the room. The two men that had been feeling each other up on the pool table were gone, sadly. The group of four that had been playing darts had taken over the pool table. She scanned the room, looking for two that looked like they’d be willing to play with her. The three playing fuse ball were her best bet, and the best looking. She didn’t really want three, but wouldn’t argue.