Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 05

A few minutes later they were out in the late afternoon sunshine. Aldo asked him if he wanted to wait and he'd go get the car but Xav was feeling a little better and said he'd walk, which they did, carrying the bags of clothes between them. They stopped to have lunch at an open-air café, everything easy and relaxed enough as they chatted, although they subconsciously kept the conversation much lighter than they had during the morning drive into town.

They headed homeward after that, both quiet and contemplative. When they pulled up in front of the villa Xavier nearly stumbled getting out of the car. He was shocked at how much an afternoon of just walking around and shopping had taken out of him, and a little embarrassed because of course it wasn't just that at all. The memory of their urgent coupling in the changing room still made his cheeks feel hot and his knees weak.

Chavez fussed like an old nursemaid over Xavier when he saw how pale and unsteady he was, and Xav let him fuss because he didn't have the energy to do otherwise. He drew the line at letting anyone carry him to bed though. He was tired, not an invalid. Xav got there under his own steam and fell across the bed gratefully, feeling completely drained.

As soon as he was down he wished he'd stopped in the kitchen first to get a drink. He was so thirsty. It was nearly maddening...but before he could get back up to fill a glass he was asleep.

Xavier dreamed; vague flashes of people and streets he didn't know; words he didn't understand. They were all so warm and alive and he wanted them, but he was looking for the right one and... with a cold wash of fear, his subconscious told him he was hunting. The right one was out there, the one that was alone... that one there, the slender, blond boy, weaving unsteadily on his feet, too drunk for his own safety but not drunk enough to block out the fear... He turned away, seeking something else, the fuel for another darker hunger. Tight ropes around his wrists and the burn of a whip or blade across his naked back... Anything to take the need away!

Xavier woke, shuddering and confused, the dream fading from his memory. He was sweating, afraid and aroused, but he didn't think he'd called out aloud in his sleep. Rubbing his hands over his face he sat up and looked out the open window. It was early evening, the sun wasn't down yet.

Thinking he should take a shower maybe, and go get something to eat, Xavier got up and spotted the shopping bags near the closet. He thought he should probably put the stuff away first and set about doing that. Opening a door to put some things back he found a forgotten bag that had been tossed in and left there. Pulling it out he opened the zipper and sorted through the contents, a bottle of suntan oil, a towel, a few shells, and a half pack of Marlboros.

He suddenly remembered taking a walk down on the beach with Rayne; a very pleasant afternoon spread out in a secluded little spot on a blanket with the soft sand under them and the sound of the waves rolling in. The ocean made a rhythmic background to their passionate cries and the wet, succulent sounds of their urgent, breathless fucking. His fingers closed over the pack of cigarettes and he turned it in his hand. With no one around to see him he pulled one out and brought it up to his face. The smell of tobacco was kind of sweet and the scent filled his head with a pull of longing for Rayne that was so sharp he let out a soft moan.

Shaking his head he put the cigarette shakily back in the pack, and rammed the bag into the closet, pushing it to one side to make room. He finished putting his things away in empty silence, shoving the memory out of his head, deliberately blanking out all his thoughts, and when that was done he went to take a shower and grab something to eat. Pining for something he could no longer touch would not put the meat back on his bones.

PARIS:

It was dark and late when Rayne finally slipped out of the hotel onto streets that still bustled but with a different clientele to the tourists and trippers of the daylight hours. Moving quietly from one pool of shadow to the next, the vampire investigated the bars and clubs of le Marais. In a dark basement club called Sub Rosa he thought he might have found the distraction he was seeking. A pair of horny leather boys bought him drinks as he perched on a stool at one end of the long, curving bar and chatted him up in a mix of broken English and schoolboy French whilst he tried and failed to get rolling drunk.

"You look for... rough company, oui?" one of the men asked him, reaching down to grope his arse as his friend watched appreciatively and Rayne made no attempt to brush his hand away.

They were both in their late thirties or early forties. The one feeling him up was still muscular, almost a six footer, with a shaved head and a little dark beard. The other was smaller, though still taller than Rayne, chubbier but without being grossly obese in his tight black bondage pants and chain mail shirt. He stared with his mouth watering as his companion shamelessly fondled the pretty Englishman.

"Something like that." Rayne sipped his neat vodka and pulled an appreciative face.

"You want to be with us both?" the chubby one asked as if he could not quite believe his luck. "A deux? Both fucking you? Bare?"

"Yes." The vampire nodded solemnly. "If you want to."

They looked at one another and from the way their cocks filled their snug leather pants there was no question of that. The bald one waved down the bar tender and asked him for something. The black clad man went to a little key safe behind the counter and returned with a pair of Yale keys. Money changed hands.

"You are clean?" his chubby friend asked Rayne.

"Yeah, no worries." Rayne flashed a humourless smile and downed his vodka. He let them lead him to a private room off a long, black painted corridor.

The entrances to the cubicles were like lavatory doors, open at the top and bottom in case anyone needed to break in. Already the sounds of urgent groaning and the wet, slapping noises of rough sex were audible from behind several of them. The bald man opened a door into a small dark square of space about 6' by 6'. There was a single bunk against one wall, with a dark throw and cushions on it. A little cabinet stood beside it with a lamp on the top. Rayne turned it on as Baldy locked the door and Chubby unzipped his pants and his long, thick erection flopped out.

He was circumcised and pierced, a studded bar punched through his shaft beneath the bulbous head. Rayne opened the drawer beneath the lamp and found lube and restraints, a gag, several whips and paddles and a number of thick, long sex toys. There were instructions in five languages including Arabic and a bucket of disinfectant under the bed to wash the toys after use. Very organised.

"Strip!" the big bald guy told him now. He had his fly undone and about nine inches of prime meat jutting up, leaking and ready for action.

Rayne kept his Converses on but wriggled quickly out of the black jeans and simple sleeveless vest that he had donned at the hotel. He was nude beneath and the two men ogled his slender body approvingly. Chubby pulled a set of handcuffs from the drawer and fastened his wrists behind him. Then they pushed him to his knees. A leather collar was buckled around his neck and a leash attached. Baldy blindfolded him then he was tugged around by the leash and his hair so that his face was pressing into one of the men's crotches. The absence of piercing told him it was Baldy's big dick in his face.

Rayne opened his mouth and began to lick and suck, inhaling the strong, sweaty, masculine heat of his mate's groin. He felt Chubby fastening something around his ankles and his legs were pushed open wide, a spreader eased between them. On his knees with his arse in the air and his lips around a stranger's cock he submitted to the touch of rough, lubed fingers on his ring.

A hand tangled in his sable hair and his mouth was pushed down hard on the length of chunky cock meat. At the same time, Chubby shoved a couple of slippery fingers into his chute and began to frig and stretch his rectum. Rayne arched his back, pushing his hips towards the thrusting digits in his anus and at the same time the bald man started to fuck his throat hard.

He lashed his tongue greedily up and down the sweaty length in his mouth as it butted up fiercely against his pharynx. Drool was running from his lips, and salty precum. A steady stream of it trickled from his own cock as he knelt on the floor of the tiny, seedy little cubicle. The wall shuddered violently as a groaning man was banged hard against it in the room next door. From the muffled sound of his moans he was gagged and from time to time his partner spanked him roughly, his grunts echoing dully with each fleshy slap.

Across the corridor a woman's voice could be heard, crying out, her words dulled by a ball-gag or a thrusting penis between her lips. The guttural, masculine sounds of three or four active males were the compliment to her whimpering yelps. Rayne absorbed it all like background music. He could smell the lush heat of her vagina and her anus, the keen stink of lube and disinfectant, over the body aromas of cum and cunt, sweat and shit.

This was life distilled, he thought humourlessly; the satiation of desire; wet bodies spread for the easement of other, harder bodies. Nothing more, nothing less!

Chubby's fingers withdrew from his arsehole and he heard the rattle of a quick search in the drawer, then the cold wet tip of a thick, five inch glass butt-plug being shoved into his chute. He moaned around the thrusting member in his mouth as he felt the fat plug tug on his ring then pop out and back in again. The chubby one picked up another toy and he cried out harder as the studded paddle slapped his bare backside hard.

As he was spanked, he felt the pulsing length in his throat swell and burst, pulling back to fill his mouth with sperm. He whined with pleasure as the briny crème overflowed his lips, running down his chin.

"Swallow it and lick me clean," his partner ordered huskily, pulling out.

Rayne gulped down the salt heat of his cum, needing no instruction, and his tongue skated hungrily up and down the long, hard shaft, lapping up every drop. He licked and sucked the man's big, shaved balls for good measure.

"Achhh... he loves eating cum!" Baldy laughed appreciatively.

"Fuck me!" Rayne panted, nuzzling his crotch blindly, following the hot scent of him.

"Oh yeah... we'll fuck you hard, don't be afraid," the man chuckled.

Chubby stood up now and came to Rayne's head, taking a handful of the Englishman's hair as he pushed his plump, studded erection into the pretty young man's open mouth. The bald one sat down on the bed with a creak of springs and towed Rayne's arse around so it was between his knees. He paddled the naked English lad hard across the buttocks as his friend started to fuck Rayne in the mouth. When his bum was pink and hot looking he set the paddle down and played with the glass plug, easing it in and out of Rayne's tight hole over and over like he was a doll, something to play with.

At last he pulled it right out and began to use his fingers instead, shoving two, then three of them in and out, groping around inside. Rayne's face was pressed into the plump belly of his oral sex mate and he was gagging on the fat cock pumping his throat rapidly as he wriggled on those intrusive fingers. His balls were tight and swollen, ready to explode and pump a massive load onto his belly and the cold, stone floor of the cell. When Baldy's fingers withdrew ahead of schedule he whimpered with need, denied his release.

The big man squeezed a good dollop of lube into his gaping hole and as his partner began to throb in Rayne's mouth and throat, he pushed his hand back up the pretty English boy's arse, fucking him hard with all four fingers. Rayne cried out desperately and was rewarded with a good, hot mouthful of cum. He gulped and sucked like a starving seal pup on the tit as he was almost fingered and fisted back up to his own frantic peak.

Just as he thought he was about to burst for the second time the big hand pulled out of his clenching chute and he uttered a hoarse, frantic whine of disappointment.

"Mmmhhhh... such a hot little slut!" the big bald leatherman groaned. "You love taking a good load don't you, salop?"

He nodded his head, still panting from the oral fuck, and was lifted up into the bald man's lap and positioned with his feet on the man's wide spread knees. The leg spreader was still between his ankles. His partner's long, hard cock was well lubricated and poking at his dripping sphincter now.

"Uhhhh... fuck me! Please, put it in me!" Rayne gasped.

"No fear, petit salop. You gonna get fucked hard," Baldy promised him, shoving his long, thick penis up into the wet, ready cavity he had prepared.

Rayne bucked eagerly on his cock, his arse rising and falling rapidly as that thick shaft pumped him from below. His eyes still covered he was unable to see Chubby move closer to watch his buddy screwing him. The watcher put more lube on his rising dick and played with it until it was standing up hard. Then he removed the leg-spreader and opened Rayne's thighs wider, positioning his cock head at the well-filled entrance to the young man's tight anus.

Rayne bucked and struggled as he felt the second tool probing him, trying to gain admission. He cried out, shaking his head as he was slowly entered by another fat, pierced prick, the sensation enhanced deliciously by his lack of vision. Baldy picked up the glass butt plug and pushed it into his open mouth, gagging him with it as he and his friend began to thrust in tandem. The plug wedged behind his teeth so he could not spit it out even if he had wanted to and Rayne thrashed urgently now, his hands pinioned by the tight metal cuffs in the small of his back, his feet pressing hard on Chubby's plump, sweat-slick pectorals. His knees were pushed back to his chest and his dick standing bolt upright against his belly, leaking constantly as their dicks set up an alternating stroking motion in his exposed and stretched hole; one in, one out, tugging his ring in opposing directions as they screwed him harder.

It felt amazing, this robbery of the senses; blind and mute, unable to reach for them or push them away, only capable of inhaling their hot, briny musk and submitting to their manipulation. He subsided into the rhythm of their thrusting hips and rough, groping hands, concentrating on the delicious pressure of their pulsing sex inside him.

Baldy put a hand up to Rayne's throat and began to squeeze, choking him for a few moments as they coupled with him. Even though he didn't need to breathe the sensation was dizzying. Rayne tensed, forcing his heels into Chubby's torso and riding them harder. The shaven headed man under him was balls-deep in his arsehole, grinding his hips steadily against Rayne's bared buttocks and every stroke of Chubby's pierced dick teased his hot spot mercilessly. When Baldy started to strangle him again, Rayne felt the surge building in his tight-swollen nuts and cried out wordlessly around the glass plug. He came hard for them then, semen jetting up like a geyser from his straining cock and spattering his chest and face as he groaned with relief.

Chubby grunted something in urgent French and gripped Rayne's skinny hips, banging the beautiful, naked Englishman furiously until his own sperm was spurting from the raw, red hole between his cheeks. When he finally pulled his cock out, Baldy eased Rayne down onto the floor and jack-hammered his tight passage until he was teetering on the edge. He rose quickly and pulled out, removing the plug from the younger man's mouth and pushing his dick into its place as he started to spurt. Rayne swallowed every drop. He licked them both clean, gratefully, on his knees and when they finally released his hands and removed the blindfold all three were tingling with the aftermath of their powerful, forbidden lust.

It should have been enough, Rayne considered later, lying on his bed back in the hotel, still wet from the shower. But it only took the edge off his need, he was far from satisfied. He resisted the yearning to lower his shields for just a moment, to reach out and feel for the link he shared with Xavier. Just a few seconds, to feed that aching emptiness, surely it could do no harm?

He rolled over and buried his face in the crisp, clean pillows, clenching his hands into fists and fighting it until his bloody tears stained the perfect whiteness of the linen.

To be continued...

REACH OUT FOR THE SUNRISE – END OF CHAPTER FIVE

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