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serafina20Anyway, I'm desperately trying to write a Morgan/Clark, Clark/Lex fic. I've got the beginnings of 1 historical AU (Clex on a boat), 1 fantasy AU (King Luthors of the island of Metropolis vs. King Edge of Smallville and his comley boy, Clark) and then this one. Which is sort of a prequel to "Lex Luthor, Ace Reporter."
We'll see if I write more.
Not beta'd or checked very carefully.
If anyone was going to commit a crime at the club Atlantis, tonight was the night to do it. Oh, security was milling around the building and the floor, but the security monitors in the main office, which normally showed every cheater, ever drug dealer and pimp that did business in the dark corners or well lit floors, all showed on image and one alone: the boy on his knees in the bathroom giving blow jobs to a line of well paying customers.
Morgan had been watching for about fifteen minutes, and the boy had been going for longer. This was the third night straight he'd come in, and every night it was the same routine. He'd walk into the club and dance until someone bought him a drink. In payment for the drink, they'd go into a dark corner where the boy would bring his patron off before returning to the dance floor. By one, he'd had a string of easy hits and moved on to those who paid cash rather than drugs and drink. The boy would lead them to the bathroom, drop to his knees, and start sucking until the customers ran out or the club closed. Then, sticky with sweat and semen, pockets full of cash and wearing a shirt he'd conned a customer out of, the boy would leave the club for destinations unknown.
Except for today. Today the boy had seen fit to interrupt a bank robbery Morgan had set up. He'd gotten away with seven hundred thousand dollars, and, despite his wealth, had shown up once more to pleasure the customers of Morgan's club.
He was beautiful. Breathtaking. Even on the grainy, black and white screens, his talent and beauty shone through. Muscles bunched and shifted under tanned skin that was shiny with sweat he'd built up from work. Dark hair fell in curls around his face, plastered to his forehead. His lips were swollen and shiny as he sucked cock after cock, working them with tongue, lips, and hands like a pro, fondling ball, stroking shafts, and teasing heads through latex. And the boy was good: every cock that went into his mouth had a condom on. He only allowed bare cocks for handjobs and when guys wanted to come on him.
Morgan shifted as yet another man climaxed in the boy's mouth, knuckles going white in his hair. This man had been particularly brutal, unwilling to let the boy--Kal was his name--Kal take any form of control. This man had gone in hard and fast, practically tearing Kal's hair as he fucked the pretty mouth, forcing it open wide until tears leaked from Kal's eyes as the cock was shoved down his throat.
And Kal took it, his own cock pushing hard against the confines of his tight leather pants. No one ever asked to see it, see that magnificent organ that had enticed Morgan through it's coverings. The boy himself was big; Morgan could only imagine what his cock looked like.
"Sean," he said suddenly, not taking his eyes off the monitors as yet another man stepped up to Kal's waiting mouth. "Go downstairs. Pay him a thousand to blow you and jack himself off as he's doing it." Morgan pulled the money out of his drawer and handed it to Sean.
"Yes sir." Sean took the money and left. A few minutes later, he joined the line. He'd removed his security jacket and gun, and was simply wearing a crisp white shirt and slacks. Morgan's heart picked up in anticipation. Sean wasn't gay and, as far as Morgan knew, had never been with a man. However, he never turned down a blow job either. This would be interesting.
After an eternity, it was Sean's turn. He gave Kal the money and explained what he wanted. The boy smiled wickedly, his eyes flicking up to the security camera in the corner of the bathroom. So he did know; interesting.
Kal leaned back onto one hand and unfastened his pants. Slowly, he teased them off his slim hips and down to his thighs before sitting back up on his knees. His pants gapped open and his cock jutted out, hard, tip wet with precome.
Morgan sighed and adjusted himself, eyes devouring Kal's cock. Long, thick, it was easily the biggest Morgan had ever seen. He could feel it inside him, feel it pressed against his stomach as he pounded into Kal's ass, feel it tearing him in two as Kal pounded into his. He didn't know which he wanted more.
Kal's hand wrapped around his cock and he started stroking. His eyes fell closed, mouth open and Morgan could practically hear the moan that was escaping as the first hint of relief jolted through Kal.
Money fell around him as the sated gentlemen of before stepped around him, cocks out once more. They began stroking in time with Kal, eyes watching his every movement.
Still stroking and teasing his own turgid member, Kal bent forward and took Sean in his mouth. He licked and sucked, lips wrapped around the head, teasing. Sean fell back against the sink, gripping it tightly as Kal worked his magic. His head began to bob in time with his fist, faster and faster, stronger strokes, more tongue. Sean was biting his lips, trying to keep from making noise and one man lost it, coming in hard splurts that hit Kal's back, mingling with the sweat.
Kal didn't seem to notice. He kept moving his head, faster until it seemed almost impossible. His hand was a blur, his head nearly so. His free hand pressed into Sean's perineum, massaging hard, pressing as he sucked, cheeks hollow, Sean's cock.
Sean came hard, mouth open, knees practically giving out. Kal kept sucking until Sean pulled his dick out, shaking, looking weak.
With a wicked smile, Kal leaned back again, eyes on the camera. He was heavy lidded, lips curved. He continued to stroke his cock faster, harder, and his other hand reached up and fondled his nipples. He twisted and tugged, mouthing something that looked like, "Come on," and "Fuck me, please." Then he raised back to his knees and reached underneath him.
As one finger slid slowly inside him, three more men came. Kal didn't notice as he fucked himself with one finger, then two, then three. He was moaning, twisting his hips, cock twitching and turning darker as he teased it.
Finally, Sean dropped to his knees in front of Kal and took him into his mouth. Another pulled Kal's ass into the air and started licking his hole, tonguing him deeply, teasing the sweet, puckered flesh around his opening.
Morgan came with Kal did, although not as hard or as sweetly. Kal's threw his head back and howled, body shuddering, fingers clawing his own flesh as he flew apart. Then, when he was done, he fell to the floor, scattering the money that had been thrown around him, sweaty, limp, and sated.
A little embarrassed, Morgan cleaned himself up and took a sip of water. Then he pressed the intercom for downstairs security.
"Yes, sir?" the guard answered promptly.
"Bring the whore in the bathroom to my office. Make sure to bring his money."
"Yes, sir."
Morgan sat back and gazed at his newest acquisition once more.
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We'll see if I write more.
Not beta'd or checked very carefully.
If anyone was going to commit a crime at the club Atlantis, tonight was the night to do it. Oh, security was milling around the building and the floor, but the security monitors in the main office, which normally showed every cheater, ever drug dealer and pimp that did business in the dark corners or well lit floors, all showed on image and one alone: the boy on his knees in the bathroom giving blow jobs to a line of well paying customers.
Morgan had been watching for about fifteen minutes, and the boy had been going for longer. This was the third night straight he'd come in, and every night it was the same routine. He'd walk into the club and dance until someone bought him a drink. In payment for the drink, they'd go into a dark corner where the boy would bring his patron off before returning to the dance floor. By one, he'd had a string of easy hits and moved on to those who paid cash rather than drugs and drink. The boy would lead them to the bathroom, drop to his knees, and start sucking until the customers ran out or the club closed. Then, sticky with sweat and semen, pockets full of cash and wearing a shirt he'd conned a customer out of, the boy would leave the club for destinations unknown.
Except for today. Today the boy had seen fit to interrupt a bank robbery Morgan had set up. He'd gotten away with seven hundred thousand dollars, and, despite his wealth, had shown up once more to pleasure the customers of Morgan's club.
He was beautiful. Breathtaking. Even on the grainy, black and white screens, his talent and beauty shone through. Muscles bunched and shifted under tanned skin that was shiny with sweat he'd built up from work. Dark hair fell in curls around his face, plastered to his forehead. His lips were swollen and shiny as he sucked cock after cock, working them with tongue, lips, and hands like a pro, fondling ball, stroking shafts, and teasing heads through latex. And the boy was good: every cock that went into his mouth had a condom on. He only allowed bare cocks for handjobs and when guys wanted to come on him.
Morgan shifted as yet another man climaxed in the boy's mouth, knuckles going white in his hair. This man had been particularly brutal, unwilling to let the boy--Kal was his name--Kal take any form of control. This man had gone in hard and fast, practically tearing Kal's hair as he fucked the pretty mouth, forcing it open wide until tears leaked from Kal's eyes as the cock was shoved down his throat.
And Kal took it, his own cock pushing hard against the confines of his tight leather pants. No one ever asked to see it, see that magnificent organ that had enticed Morgan through it's coverings. The boy himself was big; Morgan could only imagine what his cock looked like.
"Sean," he said suddenly, not taking his eyes off the monitors as yet another man stepped up to Kal's waiting mouth. "Go downstairs. Pay him a thousand to blow you and jack himself off as he's doing it." Morgan pulled the money out of his drawer and handed it to Sean.
"Yes sir." Sean took the money and left. A few minutes later, he joined the line. He'd removed his security jacket and gun, and was simply wearing a crisp white shirt and slacks. Morgan's heart picked up in anticipation. Sean wasn't gay and, as far as Morgan knew, had never been with a man. However, he never turned down a blow job either. This would be interesting.
After an eternity, it was Sean's turn. He gave Kal the money and explained what he wanted. The boy smiled wickedly, his eyes flicking up to the security camera in the corner of the bathroom. So he did know; interesting.
Kal leaned back onto one hand and unfastened his pants. Slowly, he teased them off his slim hips and down to his thighs before sitting back up on his knees. His pants gapped open and his cock jutted out, hard, tip wet with precome.
Morgan sighed and adjusted himself, eyes devouring Kal's cock. Long, thick, it was easily the biggest Morgan had ever seen. He could feel it inside him, feel it pressed against his stomach as he pounded into Kal's ass, feel it tearing him in two as Kal pounded into his. He didn't know which he wanted more.
Kal's hand wrapped around his cock and he started stroking. His eyes fell closed, mouth open and Morgan could practically hear the moan that was escaping as the first hint of relief jolted through Kal.
Money fell around him as the sated gentlemen of before stepped around him, cocks out once more. They began stroking in time with Kal, eyes watching his every movement.
Still stroking and teasing his own turgid member, Kal bent forward and took Sean in his mouth. He licked and sucked, lips wrapped around the head, teasing. Sean fell back against the sink, gripping it tightly as Kal worked his magic. His head began to bob in time with his fist, faster and faster, stronger strokes, more tongue. Sean was biting his lips, trying to keep from making noise and one man lost it, coming in hard splurts that hit Kal's back, mingling with the sweat.
Kal didn't seem to notice. He kept moving his head, faster until it seemed almost impossible. His hand was a blur, his head nearly so. His free hand pressed into Sean's perineum, massaging hard, pressing as he sucked, cheeks hollow, Sean's cock.
Sean came hard, mouth open, knees practically giving out. Kal kept sucking until Sean pulled his dick out, shaking, looking weak.
With a wicked smile, Kal leaned back again, eyes on the camera. He was heavy lidded, lips curved. He continued to stroke his cock faster, harder, and his other hand reached up and fondled his nipples. He twisted and tugged, mouthing something that looked like, "Come on," and "Fuck me, please." Then he raised back to his knees and reached underneath him.
As one finger slid slowly inside him, three more men came. Kal didn't notice as he fucked himself with one finger, then two, then three. He was moaning, twisting his hips, cock twitching and turning darker as he teased it.
Finally, Sean dropped to his knees in front of Kal and took him into his mouth. Another pulled Kal's ass into the air and started licking his hole, tonguing him deeply, teasing the sweet, puckered flesh around his opening.
Morgan came with Kal did, although not as hard or as sweetly. Kal's threw his head back and howled, body shuddering, fingers clawing his own flesh as he flew apart. Then, when he was done, he fell to the floor, scattering the money that had been thrown around him, sweaty, limp, and sated.
A little embarrassed, Morgan cleaned himself up and took a sip of water. Then he pressed the intercom for downstairs security.
"Yes, sir?" the guard answered promptly.
"Bring the whore in the bathroom to my office. Make sure to bring his money."
"Yes, sir."
Morgan sat back and gazed at his newest acquisition once more.
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Date: 2004-07-06 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-06 09:38 pm (UTC)Hope
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Date: 2004-07-07 05:09 pm (UTC)Holy ****!
Date: 2004-07-06 11:26 pm (UTC)And beyond even that, I love how obsessed Morgan Edge is with Kal.
I also positively love Kal clearly knowing about the cameras.
Man, I hope you want to continue this prequel.
Niiii-ice work, hon.
;)
Re: Holy ****!
Date: 2004-07-07 05:10 pm (UTC)Can you blame him? If someone as pretty as Kal came into your place of business every night and serviced everyone in the place, wouldn't you be obsessed?
Kal clearly knowing about the cameras.
He's a bit of a show off.
Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2004-07-07 08:27 am (UTC)I'm speechless. That is so, so hot.
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Date: 2004-07-07 05:14 pm (UTC)Thanks!