Wanna see? I know you do... (Hat + Rwarg)

[Hat-tori]

Danny was the only name he gave when he worked here. It was small, and he liked that. The club and the name. The beat drove him, the eyes compelled his body to move. Slowly, but surely. He wore overalls, and boxers. Nothing else. He rarely wore more, often, he wore less. He knew he was fit, he knew he had a wonderful body, and he loved, loved, loooved to show it off. Shirts? He found he couldn't breathe. Pants? Too constricting. Underwear? You're already halfway, why not go the full mile?

His bare feet tapped the stage in rythm as his arms moved over his body, tugging and pulling at the straps as if trapped in the blue denim. He wanted out, struggled. One arm slipped through, the strap falling to his side and the cloth peeling back slightly to reveal hald of his hairless, smooth chest, a nipple peeking out. There was a small cheer from the crown, as he struggled with the outfit further.

Part of it wasn't acting, he hated wearing most clothing. Big loose robes he was fine with, but anything else, he hated. With a gentle, cute grunt, the other strap fell to his side, the front flopped forth to reveal the rest of his pale torso. He stretched happily, then sighed, looking at his pants, tight, tight, tiiiight around his waist, it felt. Too tight entirely!

They had to go.

With a wink to the crowd, he loosened the tight belt and threw it away, dancing with his hips and belly as it slid away, without a care in the world. Aah, it felt so good to be free... Finally, the overalls fell at his feet, and he kicked them away to the crowd...

 

[Guest]

Jonathan sat in the corner of a dimly-lit bar and "Gentleman's Lounge for the Special Kind of Gentleman"--at least, that's what the phone book called it, but that was just a fancy name for "Faggot Strip Club". All manner of cute boys got on stage; most of the boys were just cute and young-looking, real submissives, but sometimes a big hunk would strut his stuff on stage dressed as a fireman or some-such nonsense.

The man in the corner with long, unkempt hair and loose clothing held a scotch in one hand, cigarette waiting for him against the ash tray. He was turned in his chair to face the young man on stage. He was a cute boy, wasn't he? Blonde hair, blue eyes... Like the perfect doll. Jonathan found he couldn't look away, even as he took his last swallow of scotch for the evening. Time for something lighter.

When the man walked to the bar, he leaned over it to talk to the manager. It was a high-rolling stripclub, relatively classy, if a stripclub can be classy. There weren't many people around the bar; most of the men were drooling over the boy dancing on stage or trying to stuff dollar bills down his underwear. Jonathan spoke to the bartender in hushed tones because it seemed he was also the manager of the establishment. After a few minutes the good-looking man walked away, glass of red wine in hand as he went towards a back room.

When Danny got of stage, after collecting all his dollar bills, the manager was there to tell him he had a private show to do in room three. The rooms were small, maybe bathroom sized, if it had a shower and all the other trimmings. There was a leather arm chair in one corner and fabric draped over the walls, a red light on up above to illuminate the dance. Jonathan sat quietly in his room, sipping at his wine, waiting patiently to have some personal time with the cute little blonde boy.

 

[Hat-tori]

It wasn't often he did privates. He sighed, it was a slower night, maybe forty dollars. Still... He stretched, wondering what to wear this time.
The easy-rip shirts? Maybe... Or... just pants? No, that was just too fast! Arrrgh. This was why he preferred crowds, they were, generally, more profitable, more exciting, and much easier to work for. Stroking his chin, he decifed on a simple dress outfit. Button-up shirt, slacks, and black boxers. He never wore shoes or socks here. After some nervousness, he stowed his money for the night and wandered back to the third room.

He opened the door slowly, then gasped and blushed at his guest. He was... beautiful. There really wasn't any other way to put it. The hair, the way he dressed, his frame, those eyes... He slipped inside, closing the door behind him. Was this some sort of joke from a new worker?
"Hi, I'm Danny." he said, holding out his hand, smiling. "I'm assuming you're my customer tonight?" he asked, feeling nervous. It was hot in these clothes. Tight, and hot. Idly, his hand played with the top button, unfastening it and moving to the next unconsiously as he looked at his bare feet.

Usually he wasn't this shy. Normally, he walked in, introduced himself, then complained of the heat (the rooms were kept a little warm) and began to undress slowly, making excuses with faked lusty eyes. But now...
The man before him was stunning. He found himself nervous and blushing like his first show. Those lips... he thought quietly.
His hand was working on the third out of seven buttons by now, showing quite a lot of his chest as he fidgeted nervously.

 

[Guest]

Jonathan had been staring at his wine glass when the younger male walked into the room. He had his chin propped up with his fist, elbow resting on the arm of the couch, almost like a model posing for a photograph. He looked up when Danny walked in and offered a small smile. It was stunning enough, but it wasn't practiced, nor was it large. He didn't often smile. "Nice to meet you." He murmured, in a voice that would make fangirls wet themselves. "I'm Jonathan and yes, I'm your customer."

As the younger boy fidgeted and started to undress, Jonathan grinned. Another boy gone shy. This happened every time he tried to get a show. Gently, he took the boy's hand, pulling him closer. "I'll tell you what..." He murmured, reaching into his shirt pocket, pulling out twenty-or-so bills. "You give me a good show, and I'll give you every last one of these."

While Danny wouldn't have been able to see the amount each bill was worth, Jonathan knew he was holding exactly twenty-five one-hundred dollar bills. He wouldn't show Danny until he was happy with the show, and then he would hand over the whole wad at once; giving one bill at a time had never been his style.

"I promise it'll be worth it." He murmured, reaching up to run a knuckle along the other boy's cheek bone. So soft...

 

[Hat-tori]

The boy instinctively leaned into the touch, then smiled. It was almost a challenge, he thought, turning to the door and locking it. It was a fairly standard sign of trust he often showed to most of his customers. They had real privacy now. He set the key on the table with a smile. "Mmmm, it's always so... hot in here... and these clothes are... so tight..." he whimpered cutely, fiddling with his buttons. "I... I'm going to g-get comfy. D-don;t look, okay?" he winked to show it was an act, one he enjoyed a great deal.

He stretched his arms over his head, mentally discarding the shy image and replacing the boy who wanted to get naked. He turned and smiled at the customer, rushing the buttons, messing up on purpose, taking his time. One, two... no, two, three, four, wait... He moved with a beat of his own, his hips swaying slightly as he worked. Five... six... Seven! The shirt opened at last, and he almost tore his way out, tossing it away with a happy breath.

 

[Guest]

When the boy backed up to do his act, Jonathan leaned back in his chair, holding his wine glass in one hand. Due to the size of the room, he'd elected not to bring in a cigarette--one could never be sure if the stripper was a smoker. He smiled to himself a little, almost sleepily. There was nothing he enjoyed more than having a cute little boy strip for him.

And speaking of cute, Danny was adorable, wasn't he? John found himself wondering if the boy's name really was Danny, or if it was just a stage name so that enthusiastic customers couldn't stalk him. Either way, it suited the boy. As Jonathan watched the shirt come off, his fingers itched for the release of flesh. He wanted to touch the other boy, to make him moan. Stripping was great, but nothing was better than the soft sound of another being's pleasure--it had to be his favorite thing in the world.

"Delightful..." He murmured, his eyes looking over the other boy's chest. He held his hand out a little, beckoning the other closer. "Come here." He commanded, gently, sitting up a bit. "I want you closer to me... so I can see you better." That was a lie, he thought to himself. What he really wanted was to cop a good feel. But that wasn't allowed.

 

[Hat-tori]

The boy did as he was told, his soft feet patting on the hardwood floor. He struggled with the clasp on the pants, then quickly unzipped them, opening the fly. It was loose to begin with, so he danced his way out of them, hips gyrating as he lifted his arms. He loved being complimented. Hew smiled as the pants slipped over his thighs, then his ankles, kicking them away.

He stretched his legs with freedom, but whimpered at the boxers that remained. He wanted them gone, he tugged at them, almost showing a little too much. This was something he only did for customers that he really liked, and the manager was fine. So long as he played it right...

Pulling and tugging at the waistband, there was a soft snap as the elastic band broke. In fake surprise, the boy let them go, and watched with a smile as they fell to the floor. He kicked them away exuberantly, stretching his whole body, showing off his average-sized, half-erect cock and almost-invisible golden pubic hair. He sauntered over to his customer, smiling.

 

[Guest]

Jonathan raised his eyebrows in approval as he watched the scene unfold. How delicious. The boy was quite good; very captivating. John thought he might be developing a soft spot for the boy--as well as a hard spot. Gently, he took Danny's hands, pulling him forward between his spread legs. "What a marvelous job you've done." Jonathan said, smiling up at the boy. "I do believe I owe you some money now."

Only letting go of one hand, he reached int his shirt pocket once again. Out came the wad of bills, which he pressed int Danny's hand. "Don't look at them just yet..." He commanded, softly, reaching up to touch the boy's cheek. "I want to keep your attention all for myself a while longer." His fingers dared to travel down the boy's body, over his chest, around his navel... over his thighs... Jonathan's body was heating up, and he was finding it harder to restrain himself.

"Do you think you'd like to undress me?" He teased, running a finger along the underside of Danny's jaw. "Since you've been so nice and removed your clothes for me, I may as well do the same." He hoped this wasn't too forward--the shy ones usually appreciated this.

 

[Hat-tori]

The boy smiled, looking up at hime with those big eyes.
"You really want me to?" he asked softly, setting the money back on the tableso he could pay attention to his customer. He reached up, gently working on the first button. "You want out of these?" he asked, a little lustily. "You want to be free, like me..." he murmured, aroused. He smiled as he worked on the third button. He was... different than most.

Most of his customers were kind, asking for little more than a lapdance or maybe a special act. And most payed him moderately well. But there was a reason he liked his crowds, a reason he went on stage.
He liked to be seen, and to be free. He only wore shoes outdoors, and only clothes when it was cold or if it was a long way. otherwise, he wore a big trenchcoat, just in case he wanted to have a wild dash home. He hadn't done it in a while, because he tended to lose the coat.

As he finished unbuttoning the shirt, he smiled up at the customer, pulling it apart, pushing it down his arms. Oh, how he wanted to touch him, feel that warmth against his skin... God, it would just... Just... just a little touch wouldn't hurt, right?
His hand reached up and tentatively, carefully, lay on the center of his chest.

 

[Guest]

"I want out." Jonathan answered with the affirmative, running his hand slowly up and down the younger boy's upper arm. Such soft skin... Warm, too. He wanted to know what the rest of the boy felt like, now that he'd seen him all. The tentative unbuttoning caused a shiver to run up his spine. He lay his head back against the chair, closing his eyes, letting the smaller boy do as he pleased. When he felt the hand on his chest, he grinned a little, slipping his hand from the boy's arm around to the small of his back.

"I don't mind if you touch me..." He murmured, looking into the boy's eyes, his own face warm and gentle. His free hand moved from the arm rest of the chair so he could brush his knuckle along Danny's cheek bone, then stroke it with his thumb. "I actually rather like it when you do..." He informed Danny, moving his palm from the boy's face to his chest, pressing his palm against it lovingly.

Some strands of hair slipped from behind his ear to in front of his eyes, if possible making his gaze more intense. "I've taken quite a liking to you, Danny." He informed the boy, softly, his voice dripping with charm and lust. It was becoming more and more obvious that he wanted this boy all for his own, and he would do just about anything to get him.

 

[Hat-tori]

The boy smiled as he unzipped the man's pants, sliding up to nuzzle his shoulder gently. He liked this man. He didn't know why, he just... did. He murmured nothing into his ear, unbuttoning and sliding them down gently, kissing the man's chest. He hadn't had a date in almost a year now, he was hungry. Very hungry.

"You're a beautiful man." the boy murmured, his bare torso touching the man's, rubbing gently. I wouldn't mind meeting with you outside of the club, if you'd like." he said softly, not really asking him out but laying out that it was a tentative possibility. His hands slipped away from the pants to gently touch that beautiful, soft hair, smelling it.

So good! he thought, coming away with a smile, looking into the man's eyes. "I have so much free time, and I'm always so alone..." he cooed, hoping to get to know him better.

 

[Guest]

Jonathan smiled coolly as the boy undressed him. It was such nice feeling to have someone else do it; much better than just regular undressing. "So are you." He murmured, after the boy complimented him. This was even better than having a prostitute; Danny was so willing all on his own, and that was more fun than paying someone to do things.

When Danny offered his time outside of the club, Jonathan almost purred. He ran his finger along the other boy's jaw, then cupped his cheek in his hand, stroking gently. "I would love that." He informed the other, slipping the fingers of one hand through the other boy's hair. His other hand pressed firmly to the small of his back, bringing him ever closer.

"What would it take..." He wondered aloud, their faces mere inches part. Danny's lips were so tempting... He wanted so much to just lean forward and kiss them. He refrained, however, because he wanted Danny to be the one to kiss him. It would be so much more delicious. "...to get a kiss from this lovely little creature in my lap?" He asked, his fingers joining behind the other boy's back.

 

[Hat-tori]

The boy smiled, his hands wrapping back behind his neck, their foreheads touching as the boy looked into his eyes and smiled impishly. Then his hands slid down the man's back, to his sides, then finally to his underwear, peeling it off slowly and tossing it away, to the other side of the room. "Free." he murmured, looking into his eyes.

So alluring, so soft... Danny's hands caressed his face gently. He wasn;t sure what to say in response, he wasn't sure what he wanted in exchange for that.
"A... a promise." he murmured. "That... this is more than a mere private session." he murmured. "We'll meet again, sometime... and... and then..." he breathed heavily, leaving it hanging.

His lips brushed the man's neck, his ear, then finally, solidly pressed to the man's lips, the boy tilting his head slightly, his fingers pushing through that soft hair, pulling them closer as their nude skin touched.

 

[Guest]

As his boxers were removed, a very clear half-erection protruded from Jonathan's crotch. He ignored it and slipped his hands around the other boy's wrists, bringing his hands to his lips, kissing the palms lightly.

"I promise," He murmured, releasing the boy. The feeling of being so close to someone so darling was amazing. He was almost purring. When Danny pressed forward against him, Jonathan smiled, watching as he boy came in for his kiss. Ah, delightful... He kissed back with gentle fervor, pushing his fingers through Danny's hair, pulling him ever closer.

As they kissed, Jonathan smoothly switched their positions. It was now Danny who was in the chair, Jonathan leaning over him, their lips still locked tightly. He wrapped his arms around the other's waist and pulled his stomach up against his own, his leg pressed between Danny's, against his manhood. It was quite clear that Jonathan would be giving the other boy a treat now rather than the other way around.