THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Blaine

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

Sun streamed into the bedroom. Blaine Carmody murmured something
under his breath in his sleep and reached out for the man he had a
most enthusiastic night with. He opened one eye sleepily when he
failed to grab hold of anything but the sheets. "Eli?" he called
out, his voice still groggy from sleep.

Elijah Wood paused in the act of buttoning his shirt. "I'm late
for work," he said, bending down to give Blaine a quick peck on
the lips. "I'll see you this Saturday."

"Saturday? But today is Thursday," Blaine protested, fully awake
now. He swung a shapely, muscular leg onto the floor. Letting the
sheets fall off him completely, he rose naked from the bed to
embrace Elijah from behind. "Come see me tonight," he urged. "I
can't keep my hands off you."

"I told you I have to stay back late tonight and tomorrow,
remember?" Elijah said with a laugh, trying to push away Blaine's
arms from his waist. "It's audit season."

"In that case." Blaine nuzzled Elijah's hair with his face,
grinning in pleasure as Elijah squealed in ticklish laughter and
asked him to quit playing around. "You're gonna have to make it up
to me bad this weekend. This cock isn't used to going without for
so long."

He thrust his erect cock into the heated juncture between Elijah's
thighs, groaning softly in frustration when his cock crown pressed
against the fabric of Elijah's briefs. "I wanna fuck you," he
whispered, reaching down to push aside enough of Elijah's briefs
so that his pucker was exposed to Blaine's fingers. Elijah
protested weakly that he had to work but he clawed his fingers
against the wall and purred when Blaine pushed his cock through
the entrance of Elijah's anus to penetrate the sensitized depth it
guarded so closely.

Blaine was still smiling at ten that morning, his cock a half-hard
remainder of that morning fuck which was more potent than the
blackest coffee when it came to making him invigorated to face the
rest of the day. He could still feel the tight anal walls of
Elijah around his cock and the way they convulsed in orgasm right
before Blaine blasted his load into that man. He sighed and pushed
back the ledger he was trying to work on and leaning back into his
seat to study the cheap beach painting hanging on the wall across
from him.

As he absently rubbed the bulge of his erection through his jeans,
he strode out of his office and straight down to an aisle, which
he would always have fond memories of. Reverently, he touched the
shelf against which he showed Elijah just how hard the tools in
Blaine Hardware Depot could get.

Blaine wanted to fuck Elijah the moment the angelic-looking man
walked into his store. Ten minutes of studying Elijah through his
camera was all he could stand before he walked out of his office
with the biggest hard-on in his life. Blaine pulled down the
shades over the door, put up the "Closed" sign over the locked
door, and raped the man until Elijah screamed for mercy. Elijah
sure as hell enjoyed it. Elijah's eager hands ripped Blaine's
shirt off him as Blaine brutally sodomized that man until Elijah
was crying out for him to fuck him harder

When Elijah came to his senses and tried to run, Blaine threw the
man against this shelf and forced his cock up Elijah's bleeding
anus. Still not done after their violent orgasm, he grabbed Elijah
when the man tried to crawl away and forced his cock into the
man's mouth while he repaid the favor and sucked every sweet drop
of come out of Elijah's cock. And then Blaine fucked Elijah one
more time as Elijah lay flat on his stomach on the counter. Elijah
didn't get the power drill he had come to purchase but he received
a drilling alright. And when Blaine delivered the drill to
Elijah's address later that evening, Elijah was begging for more
of him before the night was done.

Blaine liked the fact that Elijah was, to everyone else, a very
quiet and timid man who let everyone walk all over him. Okay,
Blaine was trying to get Elijah to stand up for himself because
while he enjoyed being Elijah's champion in the one month they had
been sleeping together, he wanted Elijah to take care of himself
too. A man didn't get others to fight his own battles; that was
what Blaine always believed in. However, the fact that he and only
he could turn Elijah into a lust-crazed cock-hungry slut made him
feel like a man more than when Mr Elliot, his fifth-grade English
teacher, caught him in the act of getting a blow job in the store
room from eighth-grader Tommy Lee, dragged him into detention, and
ended up taking Blaine's virgin cock up his own asshole.

He couldn't wait for the weekend. Hell, he might as well take his
lunch hour to check out some great hotels to check him and Elijah
in for the weekend.



TWO

"Hello there," Blaine said, giving the man who walked out from the
door to greet him at the reception his killer smile. "I'm Blaine
Carmody. How do you do, mister?"

The other guy blinked, momentarily stunned at his first glimpse of
Blaine. Blaine was used to people being dazzled by his killer
dimples, great smile, and a body honed to near perfection by his
careful diet and gym routines, so he patiently waited until the
other guy had regained his senses. He took the opportunity to
study this guy. The other guy was a plain-looking guy whose face
wouldn't stand out in one's memory but he had a very well built
physique under his shirt. Those arms were especially well muscled
compared to the rest of his body. "Okay. You don't need to book a
room in advance as it is not hunting season so there will always
be rooms available," the guy said. His tone was pleasant, a rich
timbre that was marred only by the nervous catch in the man's
voice.

"It's a hot drive back to NYC so I'd take a room now," said
Blaine. "I need a fucking shower." He gave the man another grin.
"If I like the room, consider me a customer this weekend."

Pleased with himself and immersed in pleasant and lurid thoughts
of the coming weekend, Blaine failed to notice the other man's
studying him from top to toe, the man's eyes lingering on the
outline of Blaine's cock snaking down the front of his left thigh,
or the man poking his head out of the office door to take in the
rounded taut buttocks of Blaine rubbing against each other
sensually as Blaine whistled and walked down the corridor to his
room.



The shower was pleasant although Blaine couldn't resist checking
around to make sure there was no stray knife around before he
stepped into it. The water was cool on his heated skin and damn,
it was hot as hell here. He scrubbed the soapy suds on his heated
skin as if he could rub the heat off him, his motions increasingly
harder as he moaned and cursed the sweltering heat. His curse
melted into a sigh as he rubbed his pectorals, caressing his
nipples until they were hard, erect buds under his ministrations.
His hands moved down and rubbed his hairy six-pack abs, enjoying
the way his muscles contracted under his touch, and down to his
erect cock that was throbbing urgently.

The shower curtain was pulled open. The guy from the reception
stepped in, his naked body rippling with muscles, and Blaine was
so hot and so aroused that he didn't - couldn't - pause to dwell
on his actions. His cock tore into the other man's asshole in one
forceful thrust. The other man's left hand gripped the curtain as
Blaine thrust his hips powerfully, sending the man into a shocking
paroxysm of ecstasy, pulling it off the hooks in his frenzied
urgency, and he pressed his chest against the wall as Blaine
pulled his hair roughly to force the man's head back and his back
to arch.

Blaine roared, his balls boiling as his cock swelled even thicker.
A powerful flood of spunk exploded from his pumping fuck stick,
flooding the other man's convulsing spunk box into overflowing. He
was still coming as he lifted the man off the man's feet and
carried the man onto the bed. The other man yelped as they fell
heavily on the bed, the motion causing Blaine's still erect cock
to penetrate the man even deeper. And Blaine never stopped his
fuck thrusts even as the last drops of his current spunk flood
spurted into the man, his cock never showing any sign of
softening, just like his stamina never flagged.

"I'm Blaine," he said with soft laughter as he carefully rested
his body over the other man's sated self, taking care not to put
his weight too much on the man.

"You want my name?" the other man asked.

Blaine had to laugh at the stunned expression of the other man.
"Considering how I have my dick shoved to the hilt in your hot
tight ass, dude, don't you think it's too late for us to remain
formal?"

"My name is Ivan. Ivan Gabriel."

"Ivan it is then. It's an angel's name," Blaine said absently as
he kissed the man's muscular shoulder blades. He ran his tongue
sensually along the man's delineated collar bone. "A well fucked
angel," he murmured and Ivan gasped when the man felt Blaine's
cock surging back to full tumescence, the thick girth once more
stretching the limits of Ivan's anus and filling it to bursting
point entirely as the cock lengthened to its full dimension. "Who
is gonna get fucked one more time," Blaine said with a feral grin
as he began thrusting that cock in and out of Ivan's now well-
slicked anus.

"Yeah," gasped Ivan as he tightened his grip on Blaine's
shoulders. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Blaine looked down at his cock, loving the sight of his thick
throbbing cock coated by the copious amount of come he had spurted
into Ivan as well as by a small amount of blood as it plunged in
and out of Ivan. He was going to enjoy doing business with this
man, he decided as he pumped the both of them into another
shattering climax.



THREE

"Yeah, don't work too hard, babe. I'll see you this weekend. Bye."
Blaine put his cellular into the back pocket of his jeans and
picked up the hammer.

"You love your boyfriend?" Ivan asked as he looked up from his
nailing.

"Love? Eli and me are just fucking," said Blaine. "What the fuck
is love anyway?" Blaine hammered the shingles onto the roof once
and gave Ivan a placating grin. From experience, when his lovers
mentioned the dreaded L word, they would turn annoyingly clingy
and Blaine would take that as a sign to get the hell out of the
relationship. Blaine looked at Ivan's angelic face and felt
reluctant to break it off with Ivan this soon. That man was a good
fuck.

"Does Eli know about us?"

"No. You want me to tell him?" asked Blaine reasonably.

"You always have more than one lover?"

"Sometimes, I guess." Blaine caught Ivan's expression. "What?"

"You fucked me behind your Eli's back and you are helping me fix
the roof. It's strange. I don't know what to make of this."

"Don't make too much out of it," Blaine told the man gently. "I'm
good at fixing things. Helping you is the least I can do for you
after fucking the shit out of you."

"Ivan!" came a woman's voice. "Who are you talking to?"

"He's just a friend, Selena!" Ivan quickly answered.

Blaine was surprised by the fear that seized Ivan. "Who is she?"
he asked as he tampered down a surge of protective instinct
towards the other man.

"My mother. She doesn't like me talking to strangers."

"I guess she doesn't approve of you getting fucked by one either."

"Stop it!" Ivan gasped. Once more Blaine was puzzled by the terror
in the man's voice. "She will." Ivan just shook his head. "Please
leave. Forget you've been here."

"Whoa, steady there," Blaine said, not wanting to lose one of his
best fucks so soon. "You're overreacting. Let me just get down and
talk to her and things will be okay."

"No!"

Blaine shrugged off the man's concern, confident in his ability to
charm anyone into his way. He flashed Ivan a reassuring grin and
climbed down the ladder.



"So you're from New York," Selena Gabriel said as she walked up to
Blaine in the dining hall.

She was an attractive woman of indeterminate age. Blaine was
surprised by how young she looked, considering that Ivan was in
his early twenties, and while he hadn't slept with women for a
long time now, his body reacted swiftly to her presence. Ivan had
slinked off to who knew where, banished by Selena after dinner,
and Blaine's randy thoughts couldn't help conjuring some
interesting scenarios involving him and the mother of the man he
had just fucked a few hours ago in the privacy of this room. Just
because he entertained such thoughts didn't mean that he would act
on them, however. He wasn't that much of a lowlife, he told
himself with a smile.

"Yeah, I owned a hardware shop there, like I've said." He'd
entertained the two people during dinner with his anecdotes. Ivan
laughed shyly at the stories of how Blaine and that bastard Steven
Weber, who opened a competing store across the street, hated each
other's guts until they realized that they weren't really
competing for the same customers. (Steven's store catered to
people who just wanted to try fixing things because it looked cool
on TV - "lightweights", as Blaine called them - while Blaine's
store catered to serious DIY enthusiasts who knew their stuff and
didn't expect Blaine to take them step-by-step through the manual.
Hell, if Blaine didn't want to fuck Eli so much, he'd have sent
Eli to Steven Weber's store.) When Ivan laughed, Blaine felt
powerful as hell for having breached some defenses of that man.
Blaine wasn't sure what to think of Selena. She studied him in an
intense manner that Blaine felt naked under her eyes and that
feeling was simultaneously arousing and degrading.

"Hardware..." She placed a hand on Blaine's muscular pectoral and
before Blaine could stop her, she pressed her lips against
Blaine's.

Blaine's cock was close to exploding in his jeans but Blaine
carefully but firmly pushed her away from him. "It won't be proper
to fuck you behind your son's back, ma'am," he said in his best
Texan drawl, giving her his best killer grin to ease his
rejection. "I'm flattered but I have to turn down the invitation."

For a second there was pure hatred and fury in her face that
Blaine instinctively took a step back. And then the mask of
impassive beauty was back and Selena just left the room without a
word. He rubbed the spot where Selena touched him in the chest
absently, wondering whether he had made an enemy in that woman,
when he saw Ivan watching him silently from the shadows. Had the
man been watching all along?

"I hope you're not disappointed that I didn't fuck your mother,"
Blaine said, looking straight at the man. "I only fucked the
mothers of my friends who wanted me, and even then, I stopped
doing that when I turned seventeen. Older women are overrated in
my opinion." He pressed one palm against the wall on each side of
Ivan's head, trapping the nervous man into looking straight at
him. "I prefer men. I prefer you," Blaine said, cold steel in his
voice. "And I hate people who play games with me."

"No games," whispered Ivan. "You don't understand, Blaine, my
mother, she..."

"I don't want her," Blaine assured him. "I want you."

To prove it, he unbuckled his belt. His jeans were tight so he had
to pause and push them down low enough for his cock to spring
free. Ivan didn't fight him as he lifted Ivan higher against the
wall so that Blaine could lower the man onto his steely erection.
As he fucked Ivan, he didn't see what Ivan saw: Selena was
watching as Blaine fucked his son. Ivan gasped and futilely tried
to use his hands to shield the sight of Blaine's clenching
buttocks from his mother, but he only ended up digging his fingers
into the sensitized cleft between Blaine's butt cheeks, earning
him a groan of pleasure from Blaine. And there was no way to hide
the low-hanging hairy balls between Blaine's legs that swayed
violently and slapped against Ivan's buttocks as Blaine rammed his
fuck stick in and out of Ivan's steaming asshole. He tried to
shout a warning when Selena struck, but it was too late.

Blaine felt something hard smash against the back of his head even
as his orgasm began. Too caught up in his come to act fast enough,
he felt another hard blow against head. And another. And then the
world went black.




FOUR

Blaine awoke to a staggering pain in his head. He reached out to
clutch at his throbbing temple only to realize that his hands were
tied to the rack he was held captive on. There were manacles
around his ankles too. What the fuck was going on here? Was he
being held for some weird sexual games? Blaine didn't mind games
but he certainly minded being drawn into it without his voluntary
participation. He didn't want to play games and he certainly
didn't want to fuck Selena even if she could coax a reaction from
his body. He wanted Ivan. Only Ivan.

He shouted for Ivan, his fury evident in his voice as he tried to
pull himself free until his wrists and ankles were raw from the
effort. The door opened and sure enough, that treacherous and
beautiful angel walked in with a concerned look on his face. "Get
me out of this!" Blaine ordered the man. He rarely lost his temper
but when he did, such as now, he was a terrifying sight. In his
wilder youth, many unwise fools walked away with broken noses,
swollen eyes, bloody lips, and even bleeding assholes when they
made Blaine lose his temper.

"I'm so sorry," Ivan whispered. Determination seized him despite
his terror at Blaine's dark fury and he placed his trembling hand
on Blaine's bare chest, right over a wine-dark nipple. "I don't
dare, Blaine. She makes me do things."

"Selena? She hit me in the head, of course. What does she want,
damn it?" Blaine asked, careful to temper the anger in his voice
so that Ivan would talk to him.

"She doesn't want anyone to take me away from her. She always says
that men are disgusting creatures, except me, her darling angelic
son." Ivan shuddered. "She did all the other men that tried to
take me away from her."

"Did what?" Blaine asked.

Ivan gestured around him with a tilt of his chin. Blaine looked
around him and gasped when he saw for the first time the men
standing around them. No, not men, he corrected himself, embalmed
corpses of handsome men. Fucking hell, Selena killed these men and
embalmed them like some fucking hunting trophies! For the first
time, Blaine realized that there was a vat of foul-smelling wax
bubbling near him and the stench of formalin drenched the air in a
suffocating chokehold. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was going to join
these sorry sad fucks in decorating this ghoulish basement!

"Get me out of here, Ivan," he told the man. He inserted a
pleading note in his voice. "You don't want to see me die, do
you?"

"No. But I don't have the key," Ivan said in frustration. "Usually
I'd be joining her in her bed tonight - "

"Jesus," Blaine breathed and revulsion and arousal surged forth to
cause his cock to harden to its full length as he looked at Ivan
and imagined that man fucking his own mother. But who was he to
condemn Ivan for anything? When he was sixteen, his own fourteen-
year old sister sneaked into a masked wild party that Blaine was
attending. Intoxicated by drugs and alcohol, Blaine ended up
accidentally taking his sister's virginity before he realized who
she really was. They spent the next two weeks worried as hell
until Lisa's pregnancy test showed a negative. In the deepest,
darkest region of his corrupted soul, Blaine would admit only to
himself that fucking his own sister was one of the best of the
many sexual experiences he'd had. "You fucked your own mother?"

"I'm her angel," said Ivan with a shrug. "If I'm with her tonight,
I could steal the key from her when she is asleep. But she always
locks me out of her room on the day she plans to kill my lovers."

"How could you let her do this to those guys - to me?" Blaine
asked, struggling once more with his bonds. It was useless. He
couldn't free himself. "Ivan, don't let her do this to me." He
thrust his erect cock at Ivan, begging the man to reconsider.

"I don't want to see you die," said Ivan, absently running his
hand along the length of Blaine's cock. "You are not like the
other men. You make me feel things I've never felt before,
Blaine." He gave Blaine a smile. "And I suspect that you make
Selena feel something different too. She's never backhanded me
before."

Blaine smiled without humor. "I have a plan, Ivan. But I will need
your help."

Ivan nodded. "But I'll take this first." He threw the robe off his
wiry muscular body and without preliminaries straddled Blaine and
guided the man's cock into his body. Blaine's fingers tightened
over Ivan's nipples and closed his eyes, his back arching
pleasure, as Ivan began riding him dry. He hoped this wouldn't be
his final fuck of his life.




FIVE

Blaine gave a harsh cry of pure male triumph as he felt his balls
tightened and he pumped his cock in a savage force that wrung a
wild cry of ecstasy from Selena. His cock moved with unimpeded
ease into her well-lubricated cunt as he roughly bruised her right
breast with his hand while his other hand reached for the lever on
the window.

He thanked luck, his parents' genes, or whatever it was that made
him a good-looking sexy son of a bitch whose handsome looks and
monster cock could make a crazy murderous bitch go hot for him. It
was very easy for Ivan to convince Selena that Blaine was aching
to ball her as his final request. While every being in his body
recoiled at the thought of sticking his cock into Selena, he
didn't want to die either. He had been fucking her for only three
minutes when she came hard. Blaine maneuvered them so that he was
fucking her on the window ledge, her back pressed against the
window pane.

As Selena came one more time and Blaine felt his own orgasm hit
him, he hissed to her, "You don't deserve this, bitch!" His cock
pumped its hot creamy juices into her as he gripped the lever and
pulled it open. He thrust hard one last time, feeling the last of
his come spurt into her, and Selena screamed as that thrust pushed
her off-balance and sent her falling down five stories into the
ground below. As she fell, an arc of warm semen was expelled from
her cunt by the force of her fall and creamy white globs
splattered onto Blaine's chest as he leaned forward and watch her
hit the ground. He smiled and closed the window. Damn, he hated
wasting his come on this bitch. Her son, on the other hand.



Three months later

Blaine looked outside the window and watched as Eli laughed at
something Viggo said before they got into Viggo's car. He was
happy that Eli found someone to be happy with. While they parted
on good terms when Blaine returned from his interesting weekend
with Ivan and told Eli that Blaine couldn't keep fucking Eli
anymore, Blaine always suspected that he had spoiled Eli for any
other man. He didn't consider himself an arrogant man but he had
enough ex-lovers who kept stalking him in the past to know that he
was that good in bed.

"Tell me something before we go," Eli said to him that morning.

"Anything. But I don't do goodbye fucks," Blaine told him
apologetically. "Not in this case anyway. I like Ivan too much,
you know?"

"Yeah. I just want to know one thing, Blaine. How the hell did you
become so fucking cocky and arrogant?" Eli asked with a laugh.
"You're singularly the most shallow, sex-obsessed jerk I've seen."

"Hey, I know. That's why you liked me," Blaine just answered.

Eli just laughed and shook hands with Blaine. "Thanks for showing
me a side of me that I never I have," Eli said in a more sober
manner. "I always thought I was cold in bed and I have always
tried to find a way."

"You're welcome," Blaine quickly said. He was uncomfortable with
people making him out to be some saint. He wasn't. If he didn't
come across another married man gratefully telling him that Blaine
had showed him some pleasure that the man never had with his wife
or another jock weeping in joy because Blaine showed him what the
jock really enjoyed doing, he would be happier for it. It was just
fucking, no?

But Ivan. it wasn't just fucking, Blaine guessed. He turned to
look at the angelic man sleeping on the bed - their bed, he
thought with satisfaction - and rubbed his chest where his heart
was beating with contentment. Ivan's mother was literally an in-
law from hell but she wouldn't bother them now. Blaine, as usual,
took care of everything. With Selena gone, Ivan was the legal
owner of the inn and away from his mother's influence, Ivan
blossomed into a more confident man who was fast learning how to
use his good looks and charms to get his way with people
(including Blaine, of course).

Blaine was optimistic that he could help Ivan forget the years of
depraved corruption Selena inflicted on Ivan. How could she be so
warped by her husband's infidelity that she would twist and even
fuck her own son into a shadow of what he was? But Ivan was his
own person at the end of the day and he chose Blaine over his
mother. The shadow of Selena in this inn was fading day by day.
Ivan was talking about renovating the front and installing better
plumbing. How lucky for him that Blaine could fix these up and
obtain supplies at good rates from his contacts.

"Blaine?" Ivan called sleepily. He pulled up the sheets and patted
the space beside him. "Come back to bed."

Blaine gave his still hard cock a few playful tugs with his hand
and quickly did as he was told.



She smiled grimly as she walked down the path and forcefully
uprooted the "For sale" sign. This building was a hovel compared
to the home she had left behind but it would do. She would start
life anew under another name. Even the pain of betrayal wasn't as
sharp as it was. Her son was gone, but she had hope for the
future. The woman formerly known as Selena Gabriel patted her
rounded belly and hummed a lullaby, pleased that she not only had
survived the fall but she had also been given a second chance to
do things right. She knew this one would be a boy. She would raise
him and teach him well about the world. This time she would make
sure that he understood that women weren't the only sinful
creatures in the world, men were too. Men like her husband. Men
like Blaine Carmody.

She already had a name planned for this baby. She always thought
Norman was a nice name.

