The First Time

The beat of the music made his heart race. Of course, he’d been dancing for the better part of an hour, spinning around the pole in the center of the stage, stripping off his clothes for cash. Conri smiled sweetly at the men in the club and added a little extra hip-shake into his routine. The catcalls increased and cash flowed in. Conri spun around the pole and locked eyes with the bartender, silently asking for a drink. The woman, Conri thought her name was Zena, nodded and started putting together the dancer’s favourite cocktail. The music was reaching a crescendo and Conri bent over backwards, kicking up one long leg high in the air, allowing those in the correct side to see something a little extra.

Smiling coyly, Conri stalked away from the pole, making the men he moved toward feel like they were special. Money was tucked into his G-strong and fingers touched more than they should before Conri pulled back. He glanced up at the manager’s office and saw LI standing there, watching him, beside a tall, rather good-looking businessman. Conri went back to the pole and verily made love to it for the last few seconds of his set and knew he’d made several tens out in the audience.

Conri bowed out backstage and waited for LI to introduce him to the man he’d be sleeping with tonight. Conri smiled at the businessman and offered his hand, purring. “Hello.”

“Conri.” Li warned in a gentle tone. “This is Mr. Swann. He’s requested you escort him home tonight.”

“Escort hm?” Conri said smiling. “For a party?”

Mr. Swann gave a crooked smile. “A big party.”

“Give me an hour?” Conri looked at Li and the club owner simply nodded.

Conri didn’t need an hour to shower and primp, but he drank as he did, getting nicely smashed. It was no secret the headline dancer loved to bend over for whoever paid. He loved sex, and he didn’t care who gave it to him. Li could sell his services to the entire mafia and still Conri wouldn’t be satisfied. He left with Mr. Swann and they began the party early in the limo.

Conri didn’t quite know what to expect at the party. Men were everywhere, maybe ten or fifteen of them. Conri greeted everyone, wining and dining before the clothes came off and his ass was spread wide for one cock after another. His mouth was kept busy as well, and he let the men come how they wanted to. Conri just liked the feel.

When they were done with him, Swann gave Conri a roll of bills and sent the drunk, well-used whore home. Conri stumbled along the sidewalk, considering calling a cab. But he didn’t, continuing down the street in the glowing lamplights. He didn’t now he was being followed until hands shoved him into an alley.

“Whoa there.” Conri slurred. He bit his tongue as he was slapped.

“Shut up, bitch.” The rough voice commanded, grabbing for Conri’s clothes, shoving them aside and grabbing for the money. Conri blinked and snarled, fighting back but it was no use His attacker yelped suddenly and dropped to the cold concrete, clutching his head. A metal pipe crashed into the thief’s sides and Conri stared up into the hard, dark eyes of a god.

The man was dressed in an oil smudged wife-beater and torn blue jeans tucked into military issue combat boots. His hair was cropped short and spiked, dark against his skin. His muscles rippled as he swung the pipe again and Conri decided he was in love.

He wasn’t conscious much longer.


Conri awoke in a soft bed wearing an overly large black button down shirt. He stared at the ceiling for a while before he rolled out of bed and followed his nose to the kitchen where a nice breakfast of pancakes waited. His stomach rumbled and the dancer dug in.

He looked up as a door opened and in walked the dark haired, dark eyed GOD from last night. Conri swallowed the mouthful of pancakes and smiled.

“Are you stupid?” the god asked. “Walking around here at night, like you were?”

Conri frowned. “I was drunk.”

“Obviously.”

“Who are you?”

The man stared at him for a moment. “Bulldog.”

Conri burst out laughing. “What sort of name is that?”

Bulldog didn’t make a change in his expression. “Because I’m a junkyard dog.”

“What’s your real name?”

“What’s yours?”

“Conri.” The dancer smiled. He made a ‘now you’ gesture.

Bulldog frowned. “Salvatore.”

“Yeah, I like Bulldog better.”

Bulldog just watched him and said nothing. Conri frowned. Bulldog should’ve been panting right now, wanting to get into Conri’s pants. But he just stood there and watched him. Finally, Bulldog left Conri in the kitchen and went out on the aerial porch. Conri felt his mouth go dry as he watched those muscles move under Bulldog’s skin and wonder what it would take to get that man naked.

Conri eventually moved out to join the man, watching him work on the pile of scrap metal. “What do you do?”

“Told you. Junkyard dog.”

“You ever been to a club?”

“I’ve seen you dance. You’re really not that good.”

Conri spluttered. Bulldog grinned. “Why’d you save me?” Conri asked.

“Because you were in trouble.”

“You love me, don’t you?”

“You’re full of yourself.” Bulldog snapped.

“You do!” Conri chortled.

Bulldog stared at the dancer. “At least mine’s the genuine kind.”

“What?”

Bulldog rolled his eyes. “You’re not a whore.”

Now Conri blinked. “Of course I am.” He said with a grin.

“Not to me.” Bulldog said.

“You’re cute.” Conri said softly. “Well! Thanks for everything, but I have to get back.”

Conri hummed as he left Bulldog’s apartment and headed back to the club. He was surprised when Bull didn’t follow him.


Conri didn’t see Bulldog for the next two weeks. He danced and boozed and went home with a dozen nameless bodies unless Li needed him to take care of some special guests. Conri gave in finally and went to Bulldog’s apartment. The man let him in without any explanation and returned the desperate hug and kiss and Conri got his wish and was ruined for the night’s show by Bulldog’s cock.

That day forward Conri went to Bulldog when he wanted and never gave up his side jobs no matter how much his boyfriend disapproved. He never saw the pain in Bulldog’s eyes, never saw the tightlipped anger and only once witnessed Bulldog’s anger when the man beat the shit out of a client when things just went too far. Conri didn’t understand and they had their first real fight. Weeks went by and Conri gave in and everything was right for a while. Then the cycle began again.

Conri loved Bulldog. He loved the loyal man but he loved his job just a tiny bit more. He wasn’t aware of how Bulldog felt until Bulldog’s brother answered the door and Conri felt cold. Then Conri understood.

“Bull?”

“Mm?” came the sleepy reply.

“I love you.”

Bulldog slung an arm around Conri’s waist. “I love you, too.”