His voice was light, desperate, needing, as he almost gasped it out. The result was Trey’s cock pulsing against his own, the fapping pushing them both until release. Then, without hesitation, he pulled his legs up to his sides and pushed his throbbing cock into his ass.

Blaine was alarmed at first, wondering how he could even fit inside him, as he felt a sharp sensation. Then he began to move, thrusting with thirst. It became a hotness he couldn’t handle before he felt himself settle into it.

Blaine couldn’t quite place it, but something about this man fucking him like this, made him want more. As his hips responded to the thrusts Trey made, he lifted his ass and fucked Blaine harder in response before feeling him bulge and come while inside.

Trey pulled out, replacing the condom, and turned him over onto his belly. He hadn’t even gone down, shoving his cock back inside him as he pulled Blaine’s hips up to meet his own. Trey’s hand pressed against his head, his fingers lightly stroking his hair to comfort him. The act made him feel comfortable, amazing enough to get off on it. He never thought he could have these sensations from being fucked like this.

Trey’s hand suddenly left his head, pulling Blaine’s body up to meet his own chest. He could feel the smooth skin against his arms and back, desperately wanting to be untied. He spread his legs out, letting him rest against him as he fucked him from below.

It was too much for him to contain, his release spreading over himself as Trey continued at a fast pace. His words made him melt, not even understanding why he was acting like this in the first place.

“My little dove, you couldn’t fool me if you wanted to. You cover yourself in a shroud disguised as a lion, when really, you’re just a bird wanting to be claimed by some bigger predator.”

His words against his earlobe made him moan as he slammed into him, the slaps of his skin meeting his ass heard throughout the room. He laughed at the irony, his self-proclaimed predator was filling him up.

“Well, my little minx, I’ve learned that even doves like to swallow their prey, even if it is to feed their children.”

The slaps became faster and harder as he let out half screams of pleasure before he felt himself close to release once more. His ass was swallowing him up, taking him in like it was meant to. He could hear Trey’s moans escape his mouth, unable to hold back his apparent pleasure anymore before he grabbed Blaine’s cock and stroked in unison with his thrusts.

All the built up tension suddenly made his body shutter violently, making him shake and lean his head back as his body arched into him, begging for more contact and to be closer. Then they both came once more, this time together.

They breathed heavily, soaking in the moment for a long time before he felt him untie his wrists. He slid the blindfold off and kissed his cheek. It was a foreign feeling, something he had never experienced before now.

“Would you like to shower little dove?”

Being called that made his cheeks flush, knowing it was embarrassing as hell and he couldn’t afford any of his men ever hearing his pet name.

“Sure.”

He suddenly pulled from him, the loss of contact was disappointing. It was a hard pill to swallow, knowing he yearned for that sort of connection with someone now. He had managed all these years without it, why the sudden change? This assassin had changed him in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

Even as they showered, his hands covering his body and washing him clean, he felt an odd sense of completion he hadn’t before. The itch was gone, for now.

Even as he laid down in bed, letting Trey hold him from behind him as he drifted off, he felt himself in a state of bliss he had never felt before. He knew he was going to be greedy for this feeling once more, unable to accept its loss.

“Just remember little dove, I’m a very possessive man once you are claimed as mine. Don’t poke me too much, I might just take your wings.”

His voice rang as a warning to him, but he felt like it was an assurance instead. That no matter what, someone had finally claimed him, that he wasn’t just an aimless person anymore, and that he now mattered to someone.

“You can take anything you want, as long as you make sure to pay me mind. Be aware if I get too frustrated and left unattended, this little dove of yours won’t just poke you but probably peck you to death.”

Blaine wasn’t joking, letting it be known he was dead serious that he wanted to kept satisfied. He didn’t hear a response, drifting into a deep sleep he hadn’t experienced before either. This man was his first for a lot of things it seemed.

When morning came, he was gone. Only a note was left behind offering a hint of his return with an, “I’ll be back”. Three little words that didn’t offer a phone number nor a date or time.

Blaine let out a deep sigh of frustration, accepting that being shut down was another one of his firsts. Still, a part of him latched onto those words.

***

His mood was quite bubbly for a couple weeks, and then got super aggressive which sent his men into danger mode. They were constantly on their toes, afraid to step too hard on the pins and needles.

So when situations that required his attention came up, they feared approaching him about it. Often, Leonard had to be the buffer between the men and Blaine to avoid too many abrupt losses of personnel.

Unfortunately, today was one of those days where Leonard had to step in due to a senator thinking he had enough leverage to pull a fast one over on a deal. Leonard had been keeping a close eye on Blaine’s mood, realizing that when things agitated him relating to certain situations or context, he lashed out almost immediately.

He was closely aware of everything that happened with his boss, so he knew about the random visitor that went to his penthouse and the fact that he spent the whole night there. Ever since that night, his boss was a hot mess of mood swings. He suspected he had a thing for his visitor and that the reason he was lashing out at anything and everything, was a result of the stranger’s absence.

“Which room is the senator in?”

He wasn’t going to ask again, and Leonard knew that. It was either, the guard on duty take the bribe or get his body dumped somewhere no one would find him.

“Room 4 sir.”

“Good, send in a few sex workers while you’re at it.”

He kept walking, unbuttoning the top of his suit before opening the door to the room. Senator Joseph became startled, having already undressed into a half-naked state. Before him was a male prostitute, bending over the table with his hands tied to the other end. The man hadn’t changed, still a total pervert.

“Good evening Senator,” he greeted.

“Y-you, what are you doing here?” he asked, getting anxious as two of his body guards came in with him, and four more larger male sex workers followed. He motioned for them to shut the door, closing off his escape route.

“I trust you know why I’m here?”

When the old man didn’t answer, he lit a cigarette and sat on the couch facing them. The old dog thought he could swindle out of their agreement, just like so many others. Truth was, he didn’t give two thoughts to the matter. The only reason he was here, in this place of darkest desires and secrets, was because he needed dirt to draw out a contract on his life. If he did that, the chance of meeting that assassin once more was higher.

He was impatient, getting annoyed that he had to wait for Trey to come to him. Blaine warned him in advance not to keep him unsatisfied, now it was time to make good on it.

“W-wait, I can explain, I swear.”

“I’m not interested in excuses. You have two choices, you can make it up to me now or I can just kill you and make it look like an accident. Which is it?” The old man was a coward, easily falling for the better option of staying alive.

“Good. Remember how we made our first deal?”

The old man shook, remembering what he had done that night. In truth, he had taken the old man to a love hotel and fucked him so good he could only take it out on others to even remotely feel satisfied.

“I want you to do that to the guy there, what you image me doing to you while I watch. Simple as that.” The senator glanced down, getting an erection just from anticipation. Man, this guy was a pervert alright.

“That’s all?”

“I’ll be having my guy record it of course.”

The old man swallowed his pride and advanced on the man over the table. He put his fingers in his ass, losing him up. The moans of the man tied up made him more excited, his cock twitching as he watched it happen. He wondered if that assassin would moan just as much, once he got his hands on him.

The senator positioned himself before shoving whatever he had for a cock, which wasn’t much, into him. He proceeded to watch as he fucked him, letting out excited moans as he imagined how Blaine had fucked him. Blaine tried to forget that as much as possible, but he faintly remembered how the pervert liked being called daddy while he did so.

Blaine didn’t mind fetishes, he found some of them interesting and thought it made each person unique even if it wasn’t his thing. It was just that seeing this particular fetish, with this particular type of person, made his blood run backwards. The only thing he could do to ignore the unsettled vile in his stomach, was use it against the man. It wasn’t like the senator didn’t deserve it, he tried to betray the little faith Blaine had granted him.

“Come on daddy, I think I fucked you harder than that,” he urged.

The sex workers standing around were beginning to get turned on. He knew they weren’t interested in this old man, but the idea that Blaine might come out to play, was making them twitch.

Blaine was notorious at this club, for being large and good in bed to boot. He didn’t mistreat his playboys either, even paid more than they deserved, which made him a prime candidate for anyone to try to snag him up for a night. If he had to endure this old man, Blaine was at least going to get something out of it.

The senator was heaving, letting out excited moans of ecstasy while the thinner man on the table endured it. He didn’t seem to be having much fun, so he motioned one of the sex workers towards his cock dangling downwards.

“Suck him, I think he needs a pick me up.”

The man then proceeded to get down on his hands and knees and take him into his mouth. The man on the table let out louder moans of pleasure and the senator humped him faster as a result. The pervy old coot was getting off on it, figures.

As he continued to watch, he remembered how the assassin had tied his arms, keeping a tight hold on his cock with his mouth. His cock twitched, getting harder. Even he knew he was obsessed with this assassin to an unhealthy level, but he wanted it so bad he couldn’t resist.

“Tell you what daddy, I’ll offer you something good.”

The old man was flushed and red as he stared at him, unable to resist moving his hips in an awkward way. He felt bad for the guy with the senator’s dick in him, there was no way it was doing anything for him.

“Look at me, while you fuck him and get fucked.”

“What?” he asked, dazed. He motioned to the larger sex worker to come forward.

“Now, what’s your name?”

“Sugars sir.”

“Sugars? Cute. Well Sugars, I want you to fuck him the way you would want me to fuck that cute ass of yours, okay?” His large cock throbbed, twitching as he gave him a look that made him hornier. “Yes, sir.”

He approached the senator, the old man protesting before he lifted him up off the floor by his hips and shoved him onto the other man. Sugars pressed his large cock into his ass, making the senator scream surprisingly as he shoved him hard downwards. The guy underneath came instantly, the man sucking him off swallowed it, and continuing to suck on him.

“You there, sucking him off, jerk off.” The man complied, starting to stroke himself as his pre-cum made him wet, mixing with the gel applied.

Sugars then proceeded to fuck him harder, shaking the table so badly it might have given out. Their moans, screams of pleasure, and heavy breathing made Blaine want to play with himself.

“I want you all to watch me now.”

Their eyes turned towards him as he slowly unzipped his pants and let his extra-large cock pop out. He was hung like a horse, and they loved it as they watched him stroke himself. They imagined it was him inside them, fucking them with as much intent as Sugars was making the table rock.