Lucian Vale had a slogan;
"No matter what, just enjoy life while you're still breathing!"
This always ruled his thinking and marked his actions everyday of his life.
And that was why he was currently at the place he was, at this ungodly hour, even though he had a big day ahead of him, tomorrow... No, in a few hours, actually!
Where he was? A strip club... At 2AM.
A masked man with only a pair of lacy, black panties which left nothing to imagination, squatted in between Lucian's opened legs, his warm hands sliding up and down, teasing his clad toned thighs, as he wined his waist for his customer.
Soft colored light dimly illuminated the place. An intoxicating incense was slowly burning at the entrance, and a soft, sensual music played at the background, setting the mood for nothing but sex.
If a dead man should enter here, his libido would definitely come back to life!
It was a VIP section, one that Lucian had paid a 'fortune' for, from the little amount he was supposed to hold on to for feeding until he got a job in this grand city he had just relocated to.
"I can earn more money tomorrow!" Lucian had thrown caution to the wind when he heard the services of the VIP section of the club.
He wasn't definitely going to pass on that kind of unlimited pleasure.
"Oh, yeah... Whine that waist, baby!" A smirk graced his lips as he watched the masked man whined his soft waist effortlessly.
The man's hands slowly left his thighs and crept under his shirt and the warm feeling of those magical hands made Lucian gasped.
He threw his head backwards as a moan escaped his throat and his eyes closed shut. His cock was already leaking, soaking his underwear.
The masked man being a professional knew what was next at this moment:
Leaving his right hand buried in Lucian's shirt, drawing circles on his six packs, his left hand wandered down to feel his hardness.
Without fumbling or missing a second, he had undone Lucian's trousers' zipper, brought down his underwear, making his throbbing cock sprang free.
He bent over slightly and his mouth caught the head of the freed cock in one smooth motion.
Lucian's breath hitched and he moaned at the feel of the hotness around his manhood;
"Oh, fuck!"
The masked man's mouth began its journey down the length of Lucian's cock, swallowing until it had reached the back of his throat.
"Yes, just like that... Take it all." Lucian grunted as he looked down and saw what the man was doing.
The man didn't gag, his mouth was opened widely while his tongue was gliding up and down Lucian's length, Lucian's pre-cum and the man's saliva making the movement so smooth.
Nasty? Yes... But Lucian was enjoying every bit of it. Hell, the hunger in him even desired more.
Lucian's left hand greedily shot up to reach for the masked man's head, probably to steady it maybe that would make him enjoy better but the man grabbed his hand and shook his head no.
That was part of the VIP rules: don't touch the worker. You could only be touched.
Resigning, Lucian relaxed in his seat. He was going to try and comply with the rules even though he loved being in control.
The masked man finally left his cock alone after many minutes of sucking. His eyes narrowed underneath his mask as he wondered what kind of a beast Lucian was:
Most of his customers would have come by now but Lucian didn't look like he was anywhere near orgasm.
He just kept taking all he had to give.
Well, he had been paid and he must ensure the customer reached the final destination.
The masked man stood up slowly and seductively, holding Lucian's intense gaze. Then in one move, he yanked down the lacy panties he had on.
Lucian swallowed hard as his eyes caught the man's long, throbbing cock.
Then the man straddled him and began to whine his waist, his hands holding Lucian's shoulders for balance. His cock bounced around between the duo.
That was the man's final touch to any customer who would find it hard to reach orgasm on time and he was certain it would also work on Lucian.
Wrong! Lucian Vale wasn't like any other man. He was one of his kind... The best of his kind.
"He still hasn't reached?" The man thought as he observed how Lucian just sat there, his eyes shut, his throbbing cock hitting his backside subtly as he whined on him.
"Are you close?" The question tumbled out of the masked man's mouth. He had just broken the rule but he didn't care. This was taking more time than planned.
Lucian's eyes opened upon hearing the man's soft voice. He held his gaze and as if he had been waiting for this moment, he asked;
"Since you have broken one of your rules, can we break one more?"
Of course the masked man wanted to refuse, he was supposed to but the twinkle in Lucian's eyes was doing something he couldn't explain, to him.
In response, he gave Lucian a little nod. That was the approval Lucian needed to see before letting out the beast in him.
His hands cupped the man's buttock and in one move, his hard cock was entering the man's welcoming hole.
Yes, welcoming. The masked man's eyes widened in surprise, at the sudden invasion and at how his body was welcoming this invasion that wasn't supposed to happen.
Even though Lucian hadn't used any lubricant, the man's hole was relaxing around his huge cock.
Why?
Could it be because of the way his beautiful stormy gray eyes were staring deep into the other man's eyes?
Or could it be the way his lips had parted and his hot breath was fanning his face?
The masked man couldn't find an answer. The hardness heading somewhere deep inside him was demanding his attention, his eyes slowly closed on their own accord and he began to relax in Lucian's hold.
Lucian rammed into him like a horse despite their position. His move was relentless and fast.
"Oh my God, I ... have...never... been fucked like this before!" The masked man stuttered as his whole body bounced rhymthically from the intensity of Lucian's movement.
Then, Lucian stood up, still buried deeply inside the man. He took him in that position till the man could his back hiting the wall.
Pressing the masked man against the cold wall, his legs wrapped around Lucian's waist, and his cock pointing upward in between the duo's stomach, Lucian began to ram into the man again.
"Oh fuck!!!" The man screamed out in pleasure, his orgasm rolling out in waves, drenching Lucian's shirt but Lucian kept fucking him.
After more than one hour of fucking tirelessly, Lucian's cock tensed and he pulled it out to shoot his hot cum on the man's stomach.
The masked man, breathing heavily now heaved a satisfied sigh, thinking it was over but no...
Lucian's cock was still rockhard!
The man's eyes widened in disbelief.
"That isn't possible!"
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"I can't take it anymore... Please." The masked man had to plead.
It had been four hours. Lucian had come only twice, and the man had come multiple times yet Lucian's cock was still throbbing angrily.
They were on spooning position now.
Of course, the man wouldn't deny it, he had enjoyed the moment but now his body couldn't take it anymore. He was sore and his body was aching. He was even scared he would fall sick for cumming this much.
Lucian pulled out, his face falling slightly in disappointment.
Not at the man really, this was on him.
No amount of sex could satisfy him. It was because of what he was.
"I should tip you, you have really tried for me. Only few people could take that much from me." He said softly to the man. Then he pulled out his wallet, removed some bills he didn't count and gave them to the man.
The man had collected the money and mumbled a very tired 'thank you' before Lucian looked down inside his wallet and saw what was left.
"I will just have to jog to where I need to go to." Lucian mumbled under his breath and stood up, ready to walk out of the club.
Meanwhile, somewhere in another part of the city, a man was rolling around in bed, writhing in pain, not knowing he was dying slowly.