Different Weapons
Ari had just finished a stint on the pole. And was now back tending bar. Supposedly his real job at LockdTite. He’d never envisaged himself stripping or working the pole when he’d first gone for a job at the club. But needs must..
LockdTite was a gay bdsm hang out. Complete with strippers, pole dancing and kinky sex acts. And private ‘playspaces’ rigged out in different themes. Everything from gothic dungeon to eastern harem.. Ari was comfortable enough with the scene. But to be honest, he’d needed the job so desperately he’d have worked in a totally vanilla straight bar.
He was happy to be running the club’s cocktail bar. Mixing complicated drinks was something he’d learned how to do when he was still too young to legally drink his own concoctions. He’d created a whole raft of his own cocktails. Each with luridly licentious names, ranging from the mildly seductive to the downright filthy. They were wildly popular with patrons for their names alone.
His boss was delighted. And had eyed Ari with shrewd assessment. Wondering what other uses the boy’s sinuous body and artful fingers could be put to. Ari recalled the words of his slyly cunning boss. “ You could do this blindfold with one hand tied behind your back, couldn’t you ? ” He gave Ari a smouldering suggestive look, his dark and sinister eyes raking the boy’s body. Ari felt like he’d been stripped naked.
“ Maybe we should try that one night soon, ” his boss added, his expression savage explicit. Ari gave him a scorching look but said nothing.
But, despite Ari’s initial reluctance, that was exactly what had happened. Blindfold, chains, handcuffs and no clothes. Well, nothing that was worth the description. A strip of black silk or a long transparent scarf hardly qualified as clothing. And that usually ended up being ripped from his body. All this done on the pole. He’d yet to participate in the more excessive shows the club routinely staged.
Ari reached for a bottle of vodka, wincing, his body stiff and sore. Tonight had been his third time performing with a partner. And the hugely tall and massively overmuscled dancer hadn’t been used to working with someone with such a slight and delicate build. Ari was no weakling, his body was wiry, well muscled and tough from training. But this fucker hadn’t known his own strength. The performance had been appallingly punishing.
Ari rolled his shoulders, easing the sore joints. He held onto the edge of the bar, arching over backwards to stretch the knots out of his aching back. As he pulled himself upright his eyes met those of a customer. Ari smiled shyly. “ Sorry.. I so stiff. Partner was bit rough with me, ” he explained in his fractured English. Ari blushed delicately pink. He could have phrased that better, he thought belatedly. If the customer had just arrived, he’d have no idea Ari was referring to the stage act.
“ I only start to do this type work recently. ” His soft gutteral accent dripped like warm molasses. And his palegold skin warmed with embarrassment. Now he’d gone and made himself sound like he was newly broken rent..
“ I was just on stage.. other guy too big. ” Ari blushed furiously. Astkazhsidi, he thought in his native Armenian. It roughly translated to ’ fuck the gods very hard up the arse.’
“ Apologies. I not explain right. English is for shit. ” His dark, smokey eyes locked on those of the new customer.
The warm fluid eyes that met Ari’s darkly twinkling gaze appeared friendly enough. And seemingly amused. Or at least Ari hoped so. He’d intended no offence. And certainly hadn’t meant to be so unprofessionally suggestive.
“ I not perform much with other person with pole..”
He closed his eyes, appalled at what he’d just said..
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The more Karim saw of the joint, the less he liked it. He had seen pictures of course, on the homepage, but pictures of a clean, empty bar were not the same as the actual bar filled with drinking people.
Karim really wasn’t into the scene, but he had been down on his luck lately and his agency hadn’t given him a call for weeks. And so he was here, because he needed to eat and pay the rent, but what he saw was making him reconsider staying on Nasir’s couch again for a few weeks. Nasir would probably kick him there if he’d knew what kind of job Karim had taken up this time, but who wanted to rely on his little brother all the time?
Karim flashed the barkeeper a warm smile. On first glance he’d almost looked like a kid, especially next to the brute that had been on stage with him, but he clearly wasn’t one, he was just slender and not very tall. Also, he was quite obviously not a native speaker, and Karim guessed he might be from around the Middle East somewhere too.
“Hey, no worries,” he said, leaning closer because he didn’t want to scream. “I get what you’re trying to say. You haven’t done a lot of pole dancing yet and that guy was a total ass. I saw what he did to you.”
He sat down on a bar stool and pulled closer.
“I have a Bitter Lemon with ice, no shots yet because I gotta be on stage first too.” He looked over his shoulder and back at the boyishly handsome barkeeper. “Does he do that often? Because if so then I’m out of here again without my pay. I can’t afford to come crawling out of here tonight when my agency might give me a call tomorrow.”
As he waited for his drink he looked around again, and the more he saw, the more uncomfortable he felt. The kinkiest he had ever gotten was having his wrists tied to the bed frame while wearing a blindfold, and while he really wasn’t a blushing virgin, a few of those outfits he saw here made him wish he hadn’t looked. To distract himself he focused on the barkeeper again.
“So, where are you from?” He asked with another smile. “If you don’t mind me asking. I’m just curious.”
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As the customer leaned closer, Ari caught the scent of his aftershave.And his senses reeled. The guy smelled incredible.
Ari hadn’t been able to see him clearly before, the club was so dimly lit. But as he sat closer it was apparent how good looking the man was. In fact the guy was gorgeous.
And in this place that was a rarity. At least as far as Ari was concerned. The club was heavily kink, but that had many sub-categories. LockdTite was essentially a bdsm bear joint. And that wasn’t Ari’s thing. He struggled to keep his face straight half of the time. The leather jock-and-harness rig with a big hairy belly hanging in between made him want to giggle.
But the punters were basically okay. It was the wolves on stage that made his double duties hard to take.
“ Taryn’s a cunt. ” Ari replied, the words spat like venom. “ That guy I was on stage with. ” he added in clarification. “ Most of guys are alright, but.. just, they used to working with their own type. Other musclefucks. And they all so tough they can do rough stuff to each other without they feel it so much. ” Ari’s eyes narrowed fiercely, expression scorched with resentment. “ But him.. Taryn, ” Ari shook his head in disgust. “ He mean it to hurt. We supposed to be working, right..? But he get off on it. Like it private scene.. ” Ari shrugged ruefully, embarrassed that his financial straights had led him to this degrading position. And he realised how much he didn’t want this man to think he was into it for kicks.
Ari would never have agreed to get on stage had he not already been tending bar. Two jobs, same venue, same night, more than double pay. Easy…ish. Except that tonight’s performance had left him in shreds.
Ari was surprised to hear the guy say he was here to work. It wasn’t that he didn’t look like a dancer - he did. His body powerfully supple, his graceful fluid strength revealed in every sinuous movement. But he didn’t belong here any more than Ari did. And by the look on his face he wasn’t into the gig one bit. Ari didn’t blame him. He’d never have set foot in the place even as a laugh. Certainly not for pleasure. Ari enjoyed playful bondage. He liked being tied down and all that… But it had to be fun. He couldn’t abide all that serious dom shit. And as for the master/slave deal.. ughh. He didn’t even look at it online. But he didn’t object to guys with enough strength to pick him up or throw him on the bed.. But the scene here was too heavy, too intense, altogether too much.
As the dancer took in the action on stage, Ari watched him from under his long black eyelashes. Subtly observing the long slender fingers caressing the dripping glass. When the guy asked Ari where he was from, the diminutive Armenian was surprised. He’d expected more questions about the club, the set up. Not something personal. Ari found himself responding with genuine interest. He explained that he was Armenian, but that his mother had been half Syrian. A shadow flickered through his eyes at the long ago memory.
He realised suddenly how attractive he found the dancer. Trouble was that unless his gaydar was seriously malfunctioning the other man was as much a btm as Ari himself. Well.. actually Ari was a bit switch. There were times when he ached to top someone. So long as they would fuck him as well.
He dragged his brain out of his trousers, hoping his wild and filthy thoughts hadn’t been too obvious to the guy.
“So, you are going to do gig..? ” He’d seen the reservation and distaste in the man’s eyes.
“Is just solo, no..? Booking not for pair up..? ” he really hoped it was not the latter. After seeing what Ari had been subjected to, the guy would probably bolt ..
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