It felt like hours by the time Davis returned to their table. His entire body hummed with the beat that still filled the air. He had been groped, touched, and kissed. He had almost had a hand-job on the dance floor but he grabbed more than a few bulges himself. None of them stayed, but at least no one rejected him for having a cock underneath his miniskirt. They were pulled away by friends, other potential lovers, or just the ebb and flow of the dance floor. He didn't worry much, it was part of dancing and even if he didn't have someone to go home with, he still enjoyed dancing.
Sinking down on the seat, he ordered a drink through his wrist computer and slipped off his heels. His toes ached from dancing but the night was still young. It wasn't even midnight.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and along his cleavage before the drink came. The icy liquid felt good on his throat. The alcohol pushed back a bit of the exhaustion.
He spotted Madi on the far side of the dance floor. She had both of her legs wrapped around a guy as he held her ass tightly. Their bodies moved rapidly, not in time with the music but it didn't really matter. They were both obviously having a fun time judging from the way she swung her hair and her arched back reveal her bare, glistening breasts.
A couple passed in front of them as they headed out in a hurry. The woman looked determined as she dragged a man behind her. Davis watched them curiously, usually people leaving the club were either grinding against each other on the way to fucking or they were drifting away.
After a moment, he shrugged and returned his attention to the dance floor. The crowed was lighter than he expected, most of the prospects for the night had drifted away.
Davis worried his lip and then brought up his computer. No alerts flashed on his dashboard. It was also only 23:00, the club would be open for more hours. He shrugged and took another gulp of the sweet drink. The burn down his throat felt good.
As his body cooled, he looked over his prospects. There were quite a few handsome guys still out there. Maybe one of them would interested in something more. There was always last call.
He started to get up when he spotted a large man heading toward him. At first, he thought it was the bouncer he had been teasing when he showed up but it wasn't. The newcomer had similar broad shoulders and muscular physique, but his hair stood up in short spikes. The tips of his spikes glowed and flashed in time with the music.
Almost instantly, Davis' cock swelled the longer he looked at the man. He didn't know to look at the hard body or the way his smile was a little crooked. He seemed comfortable, no, he was completely at ease walking and the crowd seemed to part around him.
Davis was afraid to look behind him to see if the man was approaching someone else. When the newcomer stopped in front of him, his heart twisted with excitement.
“Hello there,” he said in a voice that sliced easily through the dance beat.
Davis had to calm his beating heart. He felt tiny standing in front of the man. “H-Hi.”
“Mind if I buy you a drink?” He had a smooth accent, like whiskey over ice.
Davis could almost imagine what it would feel like as a whisper in his ear. His body grew hotter, negating his efforts to cool down. His throat was tight as he gestured to his drink. “I just finished this one.”
“How about letting me take you for a spin on the floor.”
Davis giggled. "For a spin?' It sounds like you are trying out a new car."
The man inclined his head slightly and smiled. His eyes scanned across Davis from head to toe and his smile grew broader. “Something like that. Come on, I like this beat.” He nodded up into the air to indicate the music.
Davis let himself be drawn from the chair and pulled to the dance floor.
“By the way, my name is Asher.” It was an old name but biblical names had gotten into fashion a few decades ago. It didn't matter though, it fit his face and his voice.
The new song had a deep base that pounded the ground in steady thumps. The entire ground shook with the massive speakers. He couldn't help but sway into it, letting letting the rhythm build up as the song accelerated.
Asher matched his movements, his bulk easily keeping up with Davis' more slender form. He was mesmerizing the way he seemed to follow Davis' steps and rocking, his hips and chest angling their bodies close enough they were almost fucking. When the DJs fired up the strobes, Asher's body appeared in starkly different positions without even a hint of movement between the flashes.
Davis' moans were unheard of in the music, but he could feel them vibrating his body. He felt hot and excited, a hungry desire rising up with every thrust of Asher's hips or the occasional sight of a large bulge in the man's slacks. His hand brushed against it with the occasional twirl of his miniskirt and he struck against a hardened rod that felt massive.
His asshole clenched with anticipation and his cock throbbed with need. He could feel the tip of his own shaft rubbing against the inside of his skirt. It pushed the fabric away from his body but in the flashing lights of the strobe, it was nearly impossible to see.
Asher caught Davis' hand and lifted it higher. His other planted against the slender man's hip, the powerful grip was dominating in the way it held him in place.
Davis gasped, his eyes widening as he took in the commanding man dancing with him. His entire body burned with desire to reach over and kiss Asher. Weak, he let the other man lifted his one arm above his head. When Asher pulled him close, he slithered up against the muscular man and ground his body tight against Asher's.
After a few moments of grinding, Asher turned Davis around and then pulled it tight against his chest. His thick cock ground against Davis' back, measuring the hard length against the slender man's body. Even through layers of fabric, the shaft touched the small of Davis' back and parted his ass cheeks at the same time. Two balls were a fist that threatened to part the cross-dressing man's legs.
It was Davis' favorite type of cock, thick and long and very hard.
With a moan, Davis ground against it, rocking his body up and down along the shaft. He felt the hard ridge press down against his skirt, forcing the thin strip of fabric against his asshole.
Asher leaned forward as his upper hand slid down Davis' arm, along his shoulder, and then to press his palm lightly against Davis' throat. A powerful sense of helplessly flushed over him as he felt the powerful fingers gently cupping him; he felt like a doll in Asher's grip.
Hot lips caressed Davis' earlobe. “I want you.”
More felt than heard, the rumbling words sent a pulse of hungry desire ripping through through his body. His cock surged hotly, tenting his skirt, as he ground back against the hardness that sawed into the valley of his buttocks.
It felt damp.
“I want you right now.”
Davis moaned, his body trembling.
Asher released his hip and pulled away. Before Davis could whimper, he felt the thick knuckles working against his backside for a moment. Then the other man lowered himself slightly before leaning forward.
At the touch of a naked cock against his inner thighs, Davis almost came. “Fuck,” he moaned and pushed back.
Asher's shaft was just as thick as he hoped. It was a swollen rod, thick and ridged with veins. Smears of pre-cum coated his legs as Asher pumped it slowly between Davis' soft limbs. His fingers guided the shaft up toward the junction of Davis' being.
A sudden fear flooded Davis. What if Asher though he was about to fuck a woman on the dance floor? What would he do? Would he squeeze down on the hand wrapping around Davis' throat or just leave in disgust. He gasped and reached up, he had to warn Asher before his heart was broken.
The powerful arm around his shoulder wouldn't move. Asher's form continued to bob and weave with the music, but both of their attentions were focused on the slick, swollen head that was being angled up against his thigh and nestled right against the tight sphincter.
At the sensation of something huge pressed against his asshole, Davis' knees grew weak. He wasn't sure what would happen, but it was hard to think past the overwhelming desire to feel the massive cock impaling his rectum.
“Right now,” whispered Asher. His hand slapped against Davis' hip while the other tightened on the slender man's neck. “I'm going to fuck you, right now.”
Davis shook.
The cock thrust up.
The tight sphincter resisted, clamping down on the slick head until Davis was balanced on his toes. He moaned and gasped, his body writhing still in time with the music but also with the animistic desire to feel the shaft impaling him.
Gravity and pre-cum made short work of his resistance. Only a few beats into the song and he could feel the tight ring relaxing. The sensation of something large stretching it open brought waves of pleasure to course along his body, wracking his mind as his fingers grew slack on the powerful grip that held him.
Asher's shaft punched deeper, driven by the song. It hurt but also was pleasurable. With the next beat, he started to pull out before driving it home. Every powerful boom that rocked the dance floor forced the cock deeper into Davis' asshole.
He gasped and moaned, his body shaking. His cock was painfully erect and drooling. He could feel it soaking into his panties and dribbling down his thighs. His balls were tight and on the edge of an orgasm.
Asher thrust hard, burying almost his entire length into Davis' hot body. The girth of the cock bulged out of the slender man's belly, outlining the length as he slid it further before pulling it out.
The fear that Asher would reject him faded under the powerful thrusts. His buttocks shook with every impact of Asher's hips. The hot cock plunged deep, filling Davis completely with pleasure before yanking out.
Davis' entire body spasmed with an intense orgasm. It tore through his senses, rippling along nerves as his cock spurted hotly into his panties. Wet splatters dribbled down his bare thighs as he came and came.
Every thrust of the hard cock drove more cum from his body, milking him with pleasure.
Davis sobbed with relief and pleasure.
Through lidded eyes, he spotted Madi. She stumbled to a halt in front of him with two men in two. Her smile was broad and loose, she had too much to drink and too many orgasms. When she saw Davis writhing on Asher's cock, her smile grew wider. “Fuck yes!” she screamed.
Asher's grip on Davis' neck tightened. He drove deep, burying every centimeter of his massive cock into the cross-dresser's clenching hole. Instead of yanking out, he ground it harder and rocked it back and forth. Then, it felt like he exploded inside Davis as his cum flooded the young man's bowels.
Davis' cock jerked again, firing another splash of cum into the thin fabric of the panties. Wet slobbering droplets of cum poured out of the gap the hardened shaft made to the fabric. It splashed against Davis' leg on its way to the ground.
“F-Fuck!” Davis said with a shudder.
Asher pulled back, arching his fuck-toy's spine, until his lips were touching Davis' ear again. “Did you like that?”
“Y-Yes,” Davis' gasped.
“I'm in town for the rest of the weekend. I really want to do this again. Do you?”
“Oh, yes, please!” Davis remembered his fear. He fumbled with the hand on his hip, trying to bring it down to his aching hardness. Even if he had only the one fuck on the dance floor, it would complete his weekend.
Asher resisted. Instead of letting Davis guide his grip down, he caught the man's wrist and pulled it up in front of him.
Davis frowned. Why was he looking at his wrist. His sphincter tightened around the thick intruder that impaled his rectum. The heat and pressure threatened to bring another orgasm flooding through his body. He realized he was barely touching the ground, only his heels gave him contact with the floor.
Deep inside him, the hard shaft pulsed hotly. “Good. Then let's make this formal.”
Davis closed his eyes, enjoying the heat that surged through his veins. It raced through his body with a flashes of light, tiny orgasms that sparked along his nerves. His cock surged again but there wasn't anything left in his balls. The raw pleasure felt good and he moaned.
“Record a purchase—” started to voice of smokey whiskey.
Every muscle in Davis' body tensed. No one would ever start a phrase like that unless they were a hunter. Asher couldn't be a hunter, it couldn't be true.
“—for the cutie I'm balls deep in right now.” Asher's cock surged hotly, spraying more cum into the tight, clenching depths.
A low whimper escape Davis. He felt dizzy and slumped back, his body shaking with the afterglow of pleasure and the growing terror that he had just been turned into a slave.
His wrist computer came to life, flashing yellow. “Purchase in progress, waiting for distributed ledger confirmation.”
Davis began to shake as he stared at the computer. His mouth worked silently as tears formed in his eyes. One foot lifted and then fell, he couldn't pull himself off the rock-hard cock that pinned him in place.
A progress indicated that the exchange had been confirmed by a number of hosts across the network.
When it reached 80%, there were tears rolling down his cheek. He wanted to reach out and erased it, to run away. He wanted to deny what was happening.
Why didn't HunterNet warn him?
He glanced at the indicators at the top of his screen. With a sinking sensation, he realized he had never disabled the notifications after riding the train into town. It was his fault.
Madi danced closer. “Hey, Bitch, I'm… what's wrong?”
Trembling, Davis turned his wrist to show her what was happening.
Madi's smile faded. She pressed her hand to her mouth. “No. Oh, god, no.”
Davis' wrist vibrated twice and he saw red flash across the display. It pulsed brightly, just like the victim in the video they saw.
Madi gasped and stumbled back, her face pale.
Davis was no longer a free man.
He had been bought by the man who had just fucked him.
He was going to die soon.
Asher held him tighter, his fingers digging into both sides of Davis' neck as he gripped the now slave's wrist with his other. He whispered into Davis' ear, audible even over the pounding beat. “Now you're mine.”
His cock surged again, spraying even more cum into the wet depths of Davis' helpless body.