Dirty Seduction

Chris huddles in the corner of the recording studio, waiting for Nathan to throw another punch. A few seconds pass, and Chris doesn’t feel any blinding pain, only hears Nathan’s laboured breathing. Chris looks Nathan up and down, then grins as his gaze settles on Nathan’s crotch.

“Dude, you always get hard beating other guys up?”

Nathan smirks down at Chris. “Only when they’re about to blow me.”

Chris frowns, and stands, rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Chris Keller doesn’t blow guys. He gets blown.”

Nathan’s smirk twists into a grimace as he roughly cups Chris’ crotch. “Chris Keller does what I say when I say it from now on, got it?

Chris squirms in Nathan’s grasp and opens his mouth to give a cocky reply, but sees the look in Nathan’s eye in time. “Yeah, sure. Whatever, dude.”

Nathan grins and sits in the single leather chair, and takes another swig of beer. “Take the clothes off, whore.” The last word comes out a little slurred, and Nathan beings to rub himself through his jeans.
Chris’ hand flies immediately to unbutton his shirt, and he curses himself because he’s just shown Nathan how eager he really is.

Luckily, he thinks Nathan might be a little too drunk to have noticed.

A minute later, Nathan frowns when Chris is finally naked. He looks up at Chris. “Dude, are you impotent or something?”

Chris yells “No!” indignantly, then gets Nathan’s oh-so-subtle point. He wants Chris hard, and Chris has no problems putting on a show. Always having been one for a little pain during his sex, Chris pulls on his balls as he strokes his cock, moaning softly.

Satisfied that Chris Junior was paying attention, Nathan grins slyly as he grabs a permanent marker from the mix deck. Nathan beckons Chris closer as he uncaps the marker.

“Aw, come on, man! That shit takes days to get off!” Chris whines as Nathan beings to write over Chris’ lower abdomen, just above his pubes.

“But you just stand there and let me anyway.” Nathan grins as he sits back, admiring his handy-work. “Says a lot about the man you are.”

Chris scowls and looks down at what Nathan’s written. “Nathan’s Whore?! Are you fucking joking?!”

Nathan shrugs as he takes another drink. “That’s what you are now, until I say otherwise.”

“Or?” Chris challenges, then thinks he might sound more intimidating if he wasn’t nude. But nudity has never stopped him in the past.

Nathan shrugs again. “I beat you up, you don’t get the best sex of your pathetic life, and you never see Haley again. Pick one, cause they all fit.”

Chris’ shoulders slump, and he nods. “The sex thing.” He lies. They both know it.

Nathan grins and begins rubbing himself again. Watching Chris intently through a slightly drunken haze, Nathan unzips his pants. “Time to put that mouth to good use.”

Chris puts a hand to his chest and looks offended, even as he sinks to his knees. “You mean my witty wording doesn’t do it for you?” He rolls his eyes as he moves to pull Nathan’s cock out of his pants, and gets slapped around the head for his troubles.

“Only your mouth touches me.” Nathan slurs, drinking some more and accidentally spilling some over Chris’ head, which makes Nathan laugh.

Chris grits his teeth and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Man, are you serious? How far do you plan on taking this, anyway?”

Nathan makes a show of sighing and rolling his eyes. “Don’t make me take my belt to your ass tonight, Keller. I was saving that.”

Suddenly, Chris is bombarded with images of him tied spread-eagled on Nathan’s bed, crying out as Nathan repeatedly brings his belt down on Chris’ bare ass. He snaps back to reality at the sound of Nathan laughing, and realises his cock has once again betrayed him.

Grumbling to himself, Chris lowers his head and spends the next two minutes trying to coax Nathan’s cock from underneath his underwear.

Chris refuses to turn into a girl and gush about how Nathan’s cock is the best he’s ever seen, never mind if that was the first thought into his head when Nathan’s erection finally sprang free. Instead, he wraps his lips around the head, and mentally congratulates himself as Nathan lets out a loud groan.

It doesn’t take long for Nathan to buck up into Chris’ mouth, taking over the rhythm and taking away the little control Chris had going for him. His fingers ran through Chris’ hair, pulling roughly, making Chris groan around his cock. “Always wanted my own personal cocksucker.”

Chris groans again, the abuse, both physical and verbal, making him harder than he remembers ever being. Instinct tells him Nathan wouldn’t be happy if he tries to touch himself though, so he keeps his hands firmly on Nathan’s thighs.

A few minutes later, Chris recognises the louder groans coming from Nathan and begins to freak out a little. Chris can count the amount of times he’s actually given a blowjob on one hand, and he’s never swallowed, but he’s positive that that’s what Nathan wants because Nathan’s hold on his head isn’t letting up anytime soon.

Nathan drops the bottle of beer as his orgasm washes over him. His body feels so alive in those few seconds, more so than he can remember with anyone else.

He watches Chris swallow, and knows without a single doubt, that his drunken pretence has paid off.

Chris might not love Nathan, the way Nathan’s fallen for him over the last few months, but Nathan’s more than willing to work on it.