It was only a few days later that he had received word of some famous composer’s death in the newspaper. He figured it was his own assassin that had done it, and threw the newspaper away into his trash bin.

He only had a few moments to compose himself, wanting to use the restroom, before Leonard presented him with a few lists of tasks that needed attention. He stopped at one of the reports from his night club, taking in a sharp breath.

Jesus, he couldn’t even take a leak without one of his subordinates reporting sexual assault in the bathroom. This was why he hated night clubs, everyone thought it was the perfect place to fuck off without being caught. Well, this was the wrong night club to do that shit in. He made sure to put cameras everywhere, along with microphones.

He looked at the camera footage sent to his computer, the perpetrator was dressed in a business suit. He assumed he was there for some sort of afterhours meeting. What piqued his interest was that he seemed to be intimidating another employee from his company to be his bitch, to say lightly. He didn’t even waste time threatening him and making his colleague give him head right in the middle of the bathroom.

“Ah, that’s right. Suck me good and make it hard.” Blaine sighed, wondering how he could ever get hard surrounded by such sleazebags. “Ugh, yeah, just like that. God it’s so hot.”

The man was seated with a prominent company head earlier, one that was associated with a much more lucrative and shady practice that required services of cleaners. It wasn’t a part of the business Blaine liked to be involved in, but he always made notes on who came in and out.

Blaine sipped on his smoothie, sucking from the straw as he watched the assaulter pull his junior associate’s pants down and fuck him over the counter. Man, he didn’t waste much time at all. “Yes, ah, yes! God, your ass feels so tight! Oh yeah, I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to stand.”

He was about to press pause when he saw a tip of a shoe stick out. Oh? Seems like there were lots of perverts around these days. Granted, he had lower levels for the reserved clients, but he wondered what was going to happen, so he let it play.

He assumed the man in the stall was jerking off to him assaulting the guy, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy from the sound of his soft moans. So when the man finished himself off with his colleague, the other came out from the stall with his cock in full view and his pants parted open. Maybe the assaulter was going to get a taste of his own medicine?

Blaine’s expectations were met as the large, bulky, and tightly shirted man pulled him from his victim and spoke up about how the assaulter was satisfied with his cock, but he wasn’t. The victim fell to the floor, his pants fully down as he tried to grasp what was happening.

“What’s the matter, now that you see that someone bigger than you wants to fuck, you running scared?” the bigger man snickered. His throbbing cock was indeed large, not something you’d want to just thrust in unless prepped.

“Let me go you fuck!” the senior associate shouted.

“No, I’m goanna have a little fun first.”

He shoved his head into the floor with one blow, rendering him delirious. He pulled his pants down further and then looked up at the victim. “What? After what he just did to you and what he has been doing, don’t you want some too?”

Well shit, this was a turn of events. Blaine hoped to god no one wanted to press charges because it would turn into a shit show in court, not that it would ever get there. Maybe a back door deal, and a few body bags, but defiantly not court.

The victim seemed hesitant as the large man tied his tie to gag the other’s mouth. Grabbing a handful of soap, he shoved his hand into the guy’s ass. His scream being muffled by the cloth. “Don’t worry, I’m just loosening you up, don’t need blood everywhere now do we?”

Blaine continued sipping on his smoothie, remembering the night that assassin had tied him up. It certainly was more pleasurable than this, but the fact that he was thinking about it now was turning him on in an unexpected way. God, his assassin really ruined his ability to think clearly about sexual penetration now.

Once he was done loosening him up, the larger man shoved his cock in. The first victim watched as his assaulter was assaulted, which made him realize that his victim was a fucking pervert too. Was he really getting hard watching him get fucked right in front of his cock on the floor of a bathroom?

The large man lifted his ass up, holding his hips as he thrust. “Oh, yeahhhh, how’s this cock for you, business man?” His moans started escaping through the cloth and Blaine couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the guy was starting to get off on it. His growing cock swung as the larger man fucked him straight, not slowing down and keeping pace.

“You like that huh? You dirty whore you. You were just taking your frustration out on him cuz you didn’t have a man to fuck you good on the side right?”

His moans confirmed his pleasure as the colleague was now fully hard. The large man grabbed the businessman’s head and body, picking him up in one go, and landing him on top of the colleagues dick. The gag was then loosened enough before he ordered him once more, “Suck him off bitch.”

He leaned forward, licking the junior associate’s cock before taking him in, the colleague didn’t even try to stop it. His face flushed as his tongue swirled around him and he suckled, making him shiver and throw his head back. He placed his own hand on his head and shoved down, now thrusting his hips into his throat and giving into his inner pleasure and torment.

“That’s it, take me in! Who’s your boss now bitch?” the colleague let out as the larger man rammed into him from behind.

He grabbed the business man’s cock and stroked repeatedly. The look of ecstasy from his tearful and slobbering face, made Blaine wonder if he thought he was really close to heaven in that moment.

“Now let’s all come together, make this a perfect experience, yeah?” the large man laughed and suddenly started picking up the pace.

He watched from his chair as the large man moved his hips so fast, it made the other two come first just from the impacts before he filled his hole.

“Good boss, now you should treat your colleagues with more respect. You might get laid more often,” he joked. “This is a well-known sex club after all.”

He proceeded to watch as the larger man wiped himself clean and offered them both his card, throwing it at them. Blaine zoomed in on the card and their pale faces, forming a smile. Turns out, the guy was one of their boss’s bodyguards. So it was safe to assume, what had happened was no accident of time and place. Nope, this was blackmail material.

Blaine paused the video and leaned back in his chair, wondering if he was ever going to get fucked like that again. He had only ever been the one to initiate sexual contact since he grew old enough to defend himself, but that assassin lowered his walls like he was doing a Sunday morning Sudoku puzzle. No, he had to remind himself that he was resigned to leaving the minx alone.

He tapped his fingers repeatedly on his desk, wondering what he should do with this piece of information. He sighed heavily and replied to himself. “Fuck it.” He took out the disk and added it to his collection to look at should he need it later.

Right now, Blaine needed a good fuck to get that guy off his mind. He had no idea if it was going to work, but he had no choice since it had been months since he had last had any good sex. Every time he got horny, it was only thinking about his favorite assassin now. Which made him know he was probably never going to get off like that ever again, unless it was with him.

He called Leonard in and had him arrange for one of his more desirable workers to go to his penthouse. Taking a deep breath in, he headed home himself, forgetting the mess he left on his desk.

Once he was there, he pulled at his necktie and undid his suit. The soft voice of his favorite choice, JJ, called to him from the bedroom. He made his way there, not even offering a greeting as he approached him sitting on his knees on his bed.

“Blaine…” His voice was cut short, Blaine not wanting to hear his whining. It was the only reason other than Trey that he hadn’t called on him sooner. He hated his insistent whining.

Blaine pressed his mouth and face into where his cock was waiting. JJ moved his mouth, toying with the spot until he started to grow harder. He pulled his hand away as JJ pulled his zipper down and eyed his cock bulging from his boxer briefs.

“Impatient today Mr. Taranis?” JJ asked, correcting the use of his name. He didn’t answer, which was an immediate demand for him to start sucking. Thankfully, he understood that and started doing it.

The feeling of his mouth on his cock was better than he expected it to be, but he was still irritated. He pulled him away and threw him down on the bed, pulling him back by his legs. He lifted his hips up and saw that JJ had already prepped. He slapped his ass as a reward, getting an excited moan in return.

He pushed himself inside, not bothering with a condom because he always had his workers screened before he fucked them. He didn’t bother hiding his frustration and need, slamming into his ass ruthlessly as his pants slipped down to his ankles.

“Oh, Mr. Taranis, yes!” JJ screamed in pleasure.

Blaine wasn’t liking it, shoving his face into the blankets as he slammed harder and harder to silence him. He closed his eyes, remembering how Trey had fucked him, and he suddenly wanted to do the same thing. Whatever made him closer to him, was his new kink. Fake moans just pissed Blaine off, which he knew JJ did because he was always fucking something.

“My, my, you really were pent up, weren’t you?” a voice announced itself.

He froze, instantly realizing Trey had made his way into his condo again. Granted, Blaine had told his guards to always allow him entry when he came by while he was there, but he had forgotten to tell them otherwise.

“Mr. Taranis, who is that?” JJ asked with a muffled voice. He shoved his head down harder in response.

“Shut up if you want to keep breathing.”

Trey smiled at him as he sat in the armchair near his bed. “Don’t mind me, keep going. I’ll just watch for now.”

“Who said you could visit?”

“You did, when you invited me.”

Blaine searched his memory and remembered the off-hand invitation before his slight. He wanted to shoot himself in the foot right now. His anger was rising, not being able to tell if Trey was even the slightest bit upset or not. The sound of Trey’s voice though, made Blaine imagine him better.

He continued to thrust, thinking about how he had taken him, sweat trickling down his forehead and neck, his wet bangs sticking to his skin. The muffled sounds from the blanket agitated him, only making him want to hear Trey’s voice. The sight had thrilled Trey into action.

“Perhaps you need some help?” Trey asked, his breath now against his neck.

His breathing halted as Trey’s lips found his neck gently, trailing them along his shoulder blades while pulling at his clothes.

His shirt dropped to the floor, then his tie, and then Trey moved onto his feet. He gently urged him to pick them up as he removed his shoes and socks, pulling his pants and briefs off each foot.

Then, in a sudden movement, he was pressed against his back. His growing cock was pressed hard, rubbing against his ass each time he thrust into JJ. It turned him on, making him thrust harder just because he wanted to return to Trey.

“Does this entice you my little dove?” he asked, letting his kisses travel along his back. He nodded, not wanting to reveal his infatuation to JJ’s ears. “Good, finish with your whore then. I don’t fuck others I have no interest in.”

He swallowed, wanting to throw JJ away like trash. Unfortunately, he also knew he couldn’t let him live knowing his relations with Trey. Fuck, this was going to be one hell of a night. He let out a breath of determination and fucked him harder and harder, slamming into his ass enough to shake the bed.

He suddenly applied pressure to JJ, making him struggle as he slowly suffocated him until he fell limp and passed out. He was going to pull out, but Trey grabbed Blaine’s head by his hair and bent him over his body.

“I told you I don’t like sharing, I’m a jealous man Blaine.”

“And I told you not to leave me unattended for too long you cunt.”

Trey had unbuttoned his pants and pressed himself against his hole, the anticipation was killing Blaine as he struggled against the flesh below him.

“Don’t ever fuck someone in front of me without permission again. Next time, I’ll leave a string of dead bodies all over your house and company.”

“Then maybe you should send a postcard,” he mouthed back.

Trey chuckled, pressing into him slowly and achingly right before pulling his silencer and shooting JJ in the head. Was he seriously going to fuck him while he was inside a dead body?

“Are you sure you wanted to have a relationship? I mean, your fucking other people.”

“Factually, you disappeared with a trace. No number, no information left behind, and so like a normal person, I assumed you were making me a one night stand and I was trying to move on with my fucking life.”

Trey fell silent, lightening his grip, and pulling him out of JJ’s ass. Removing himself, he turned Blaine around and grabbed him by the chin. “You want my number?”

Blaine deadpanned him with a sarcastic look, like really? Was that all he got from this situation? “People who hook up occasionally leave numbers to hook up again,” he confronted.