Markus POV

I yanked the leash connected to Owen’s collar just hard enough to make him move toward me on all fours. His eyes, which were usually wide and doe-like, were heavy with blatant lust for me. He was looking up at me through his thick lashes as he pressed his cheek into my leather clad bulge, rubbing against me as if he were a cat. Which suited his current attire of a pink and white cat ears headband, a matching fluffy cat tail butt plug, and a full body harness and collar set that beautifully matched the ears and tail. And let’s not forget the thigh high white lace tights and matching white lace thong. He looked incredibly enticing.

“Who’s Papà’s good little kitten?” I asked with a gentle smile, running my fingers through his soft, feathery hair. I swear, if he were a real cat, he might actually be purring right now.

I blinked, but it was a strange blink, like my eyes were weirdly heavy. When my eyes opened, Owen was kneeling between my knees, sucking on my throbbing cock, like it was his job. The warmth of his mouth felt intense, and so godly. The vibrations of his moans traveled through my entire body, like some sort of magic enchantment meant to render me immobile.

“Does that feel good Papà?” I heard his sweet voice, but the Owen in front of me hadn’t spoken.

“What?” I cocked my head to the side, confused at why I could hear him speak, even though his mouth was clearly busy.

Owen smirked up at me, “I asked if this feels good, Papà.” He answered, and again, his mouth didn’t move to the words I was hearing.

“Wake up, Papà. Ho bisogno di te ora, Papà.” His voice wasn’t more than a whisper in my ear, but he was nowhere close to my ears. I love hearing him speak Italian to me. He picked up on the language pretty quickly over the months we’ve been together, and it was such a turn on to hear him speak to me like that. When I didn’t respond, I felt a sharp pain on my nipple, but didn’t see a cause for the pain. I grunted.

“Ouch!” I yelped.

“Papà please!” Owen’s mysterious voice rang in a whining, needy tone. I felt another sharp pain on my other nipple.

I gasped awake, followed by a low, pleasure filled moan. Warmth encased my entire body, originating from my nether region. I moved my hands toward the warmth, only for them to meet the soft fluffiness of Owen’s hair. When I finally looked down to see the cause, I was greeted with a most glorious sight. Owen had his mouth wrapped around my member, sucking as expertly as I had dreamt it only moments ago, with one hand pinching at my nipples.

“Good morning to you too, Mio Tesoro.” I smiled, “I had the most delectable dream, only to wake up and find it not be just a dream.” I told him.

“You dream about me sucking your cock?” He asked bluntly, giving me a devious grin.

“Who wouldn’t dream about your luscious lips on their cock?” My smile turned more into a lustful smirk now, “Get up here and put that other hole to use now.” I ordered, pulling him up. He reached over to grab a condom, and slipped it onto my cock with ease. Slowly, he sat down, my hardness sliding into him effortlessly.

“You prepped your ass for me.” I happily noted, “You’re such a good boy.” I grinned, lifting his hips back up and slamming myself inside of him.

“Thank you, Papà.” He moaned out.

I began a steady rhythm of thrusting into him, enjoying the tightness of his hole. It was like he was made just for me, I fit perfectly inside of him, and he fit perfectly on me. Not to mention how perfectly his ass, and even his hips, fit into my hands.

“My god, Owen, you are so fucking breathtaking.” I praised.

Owen gave a hint of smile, then placed his hands on my chest before taking over, and bouncing himself with so much passion on top of me. His fingers gripped my chest hair as he rode me into his orgasm. He was a mess of moans as he chased his pleasure. The closer he got to his release, the more his nails dug into the flesh of my pecks. The pain his nails caused wasn’t even remotely close to excruciating, in fact, I welcomed it as it added to my own pleasure. My brain was a mix of enjoying this moment with Owen, and thinking about how I would love to have this every single day for the rest of my life. Not just the sex, but waking up to Owen every day sounded like the most amazing future I could ever dream to have.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I moaned. I grabbed his hips tightly, forcing him to stop his movements for a moment.

“Papà!” Owen whined poignantly.

“I’m sorry, Mio Tesoro. I was about to cum, but I haven’t even made sure you got off first.” I told him, still holding his hips steady.

“I was so close!” He whined again.

Hearing that made me blood boil with lust. As I held him steady, I began thrusting my hips up into him hard, pulling moan after moan from his beautiful mouth. I gave low grunts here and there, but mostly I was panting and sweating.

“OH GOD YES PAPÀ!” Owen shouted as he looked up to the sky. His body was shaking with pleasure, his tight muscles clenched around me, both letting me know he’d reached his climax, and bringing me to my own. He released his spunk across my abs and chest, as I released into the condom inside him.

“Fuck, Mio Tesoro. That was a great morning wake up call.” I praised him.

After that, we both got up and made our way to the shower and cleaned each other off… of course that was after we went another round in there. Owen didn’t spend much time here after that, since he needed to get home and get his uniform for his shift at the station. I was working at the club today, but honestly I had no desire to dance anymore, so I was dragging my feet while getting myself ready.

“Hey honey, can you come here and help me with something?” Ryota, who most people knew as Mama, asked me as I walked into the not yet open club.

“Sure, what’s up?” I followed him as he lead the way to his office.

“Okay, I lied. I don’t need help, but I didn’t want to boys to start spreading rumors or anything, so I wanted to talk to you in my office privately.” He admitted after closing the door to his office.

“Um… okay?” I wasn’t sure what this could be about.

“Look. How long have you and I been friends?”

“Shit, Ry, sembra un secolo.” I replied, making him chuckle.

“We aren’t even a century old yet.”

“Still feels like it though. Why?”

“We’ve been friends our whole lives. So I can tell when something’s up. You used to love this work, but now when I see you, it’s like you’re miserable here. What’s going on?” He called me out.

I gave a small hint of a smile, he sure knew me well. “Ry, I just don’t enjoy stripping anymore. I never thought the day would come. Hell, I was for sure I’d be up on that stage until I was so old I couldn’t move anymore.” I joked.

“Let me tell you something, Markus. The moment I saw the way you looked at Owen, I knew you quitting was only a matter of time. I have never once, in all my life, seen you look at anyone the way you look at him.” He told me. I never really thought about it before. I didn’t think to connect me not enjoying stripping anymore to me finding Owen.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Markus. Don’t play dumb with me. You are in love with that boy.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Please don’t refer to him as a boy. That makes me feel like some disgusting child loving pervert.” I shivered in disgust at the thought. “I do prefer my guys to be at least in their twenties, especially now that I’m almost fifty myself.” I told him.

“Yeah, we’re nearly fifty, and Owen’s just barely entered his twenties. He’s a boy compared to us. But you completely ignored the more important part of what I said. You are in love you him, aren’t you?”

“I’ve never been in love with anyone before. I have no idea if what I’m feeling could be called that.” I told him.

Ryota shook his head at me in disbelief, “Well, you let me know when you figure it out. I’m rooting for you. You’re my best friend, and I want nothing more than to see you finally be happy with the right guy. On that note, though, if you aren’t happy being a dancer, why don’t you do something that doesn’t involve you taking off your clothes, but will still keep you here with me?” He suggested vaguely.

“Like what?” I cocked my head, completely lost at where this was going now.

“Jo and I have been talking a lot lately. And we thought, if you were interested, maybe you’d like to split ownership of the club with us? I mean, of course we’d go through lawyers and all the proper legal steps and come to the right agreement, but we’d really love to share this place with you. I want to share this place you helped us build from the ground up, from day one, and again when it burned down a while back. You’ve always helped me with this place. I know splitting ownership of something like this can be a lot of work, and it can be very straining, but I think if it’s you and me, we’ll make it work.” Ryota rambled on nervously.

“Quit dancing, and become a co-owner of this club with you instead?” I reiterated.

“If it’s something you think you’d be interested in.”

“What would that do to you and Jo? Financially speaking.” I questioned.

“You don’t need to worry about that. You know we were both very well off before getting married. And even more so with our duel income. We’re basically rolling in more money than you are.” He joked with me. Ry and I had both grown up in very wealthy families, and our families were great friends. But I wasn’t sure how his family had taken him being gay, because they didn’t show up to his wedding… so all this time I’d just assumed they didn’t support him, and cut him off financially. I didn’t know how to ask about it.

“Let me think about it. That’s a huge decision to make. And I’ll need to figure out what I’ll do about my other job if I decide to take you up on that offer.” I answered.

“Well yeah, of course take some time to think it over. I didn’t expect you to say yes right away.” He rolled his eyes at me. “This club is as much your baby, as it is mine and Jo’s. I’d like to share the riches it brings us with the one man who has literally done everything to make this club what it is today. To be honest, Jo and I talked about it several times over the years, but you have always seemed perfectly content with just dancing and the other odd jobs around the place, that I didn’t think you’d ever be interested. But seeing you now, I figured why not at least put the idea out there for you?”

“Thank you. For considering such a huge thing for me. It means the world to me that you and Jo thought of sharing this place with me.” I smiled, “Oh. I probably won’t dance tonight. I just can’t bring myself to do it anymore. Need a bouncer? Or bar tender?” I asked.

“Okay, I’ll let it slide tonight. But you’re going to do a farewell dance before you officially quit. I want to make a huge deal about it. You know me. But no, you can just head home tonight. We’re all good.” He gave me one of his mischievous grins. I knew he’d plan something massive, and he’d have a blast doing it.

“Whatever keeps you happy, honey.” I answered.

I got up to leave his office. I walked pasted the bar, and saw Molly stocking the cups and preparing to open soon. We gave each other a nod of acknowledgment, but went about our ways. Just before I managed to reach the exit, Vinny’s cute face blocked my path.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you?” I smiled as I pulled him into a friendly hug.

“I’m doing mighty swell, Old Man.” He gave me an energetic smile in return.

“That’s good. You working the stage tonight?” I asked.

“No, I’m mostly done with the stage stuff these days. Roy has never told me he wants to quit or anything, in fact, he actually supports me. But, I think he really doesn’t like the idea of his fiancé getting next to naked for other men.” Vincent waved his hand dismissively.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to be done with the stage performances too. I was actually just talking to Mama about that. So then you’re just here to manage the floor tonight?” I asked. Mama had made Vinny one of the head managers not too long ago, just before he and Roy got engaged. But at the time, Vinny was still doing stage shows, just no private shows. I guess now he’s done with both.

“Wait, seriously?! Aren’t you like…”

“Don’t you dare insult me by finishing that question.” I interrupted, knowing he was about to ask if I was the oldest stripper in the city. I’m not, but I have way more experience than almost every other male stripper in this entire city, because I’ve been dancing here since I was twenty years old. That’s when the club first opened. I’ve been doing it all this time because I enjoy the energy being on stage brought me. I had fun dancing. But now it’s not fun for me.

“Why are you quitting?!” Vinny all but shouted, make a few of the other guys here turn their heads. I sighed. So much for avoiding any rumors.

“I don’t enjoy dancing like I used to anymore. And it seems like I’ve got a great job offer to think about.” I told Vinny.

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Ho bisogno di te ora, Papà = I need you now, daddy. (Using google translate... don't judge me please...)