atehimrightup | for george

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When Lee first learns of the club, a plan starts to formulate. He thinks about how George sprung that little shopping trip on him, and decides that it's time for a little payback.

He does some research and makes an appointment, then texts George to tell him that they're going out for dinner, that he'll be picked up at 8pm, and that Lee would like it very much if he wore the plug.

The thought of going to a sex club is sort of nerve wracking and intriguing all at the same time. He doesn't know if he particularly wants to partake in anything, but he's curious. He wants to check it out, and he thinks that George will, too. Hell, with all that George has gotten up to, it might seem like child's play to him.

But to Lee, it's entirely new. For him, sex has always been this clandestine, hidden thing. It was animal behavior, biology to be taken care of and little else. But he's learning so much about all the other ways it can be, and this seems like a good way to further his education.

He's even snuck the collar away to keep in his pocket. He doesn't want to tell George to wear that, too. It's never been worn out of the safety of George's apartment before, and he wants that choice to be George's, so Lee will let him make it once he has all the information.

He decides to get a cab for the trip, not wanting to drive his beat up old truck when he may possibly be impaired. He's dressed in all black-- jeans and a silky button down and his boots, with his face shaved and his dark red curls actually combed and styled. He looks-- good. It's not often that he looks into the mirror and thinks that, but it's happening more often lately. That's George's influence, he's sure.

Once the car pulls up to George's building, Lee shoots him a text. Come downstairs.

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George is quiet for long enough that Lee almost puts the collar away, but then he agrees and Lee lets out the breath he was holding. He nods and turns to loop the collar around George’s neck, locking it into place. Him wearing it while still dressed is a little unfamiliar, but it doesn’t stop the jolt that Lee feels all the way down to his cock to see it there.

“Good. What do you say if you want it off?” Lee asks, just like he always does. They both know the answer, but Lee wants it to be perfectly clear even here. George may be handling himself over, but he still gets final say in what happens to him.

While waiting for him to answer, Lee steps back and takes his jacket off, gesturing for George to do the same while the woman comes back up to take them.

"Unlock."

George shrugs out of the blue velvet and hands it to the woman with a nod of thanks.

"I trust you," he says. "Do what you want with me. I'll stop it if I need to. I promise."

Lee shivers at the declaration, feeling warm and powerful and guilty all at once.

“I know you will, baby,” Lee assures him, reaching out to cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, murmuring against his mouth in a tone so low only they can hear it. “I know you’ll be a perfect little whore for me.”

He kisses George again and then pulls back with a smile, letting his gaze sweep over George’s body, eyes catching on the tantalizing shine of the jewelry in his nipples through the sheer shirt. Lee is about to be the envy of everyone in this place.

“Okay, we’re ready,” Lee says as he turns to the woman and straightens up, all traces of boyishness falling away until his expression is blank and calm, closely guarded as he reaches out to put a proprietary hand on the small of George’s back.

The shift in Lee's expression, the way he carries himself, sends a shiver straight through George. He's seen it before, but only in his own living room. Seeing it in public is different. His skin feels like it's on fire as they follow the woman through into the main space of the club. Something about it reminds George of that first night in France -- the suggestion of bodies in all manner of positions in the half light.

He's come a long way since then, though.

The woman opens the door and leads them inside, and Lee tries his best not to react. It’s a complete assault to his senses. He could smell the arousal from outside, but it usually doesn’t affect him too greatly unless it’s aimed at him.

This place, though. It’s so thick that it’s practically dripping from the walls, and Lee feels a little lightheaded. He takes a deep breath through his mouth and looks around curiously, trying his best not to appear like he’s brand new to this.

Some people are standing around with cocktail glasses. Others are fucking against the walls or on sofas. A woman in the corner is lounging in a chair with her feet propped up on the back of a naked man on all fours, surveying the room like a queen.

People turn to look at them as they walk through the room, enticed by the fresh meat. Most of them stare at George but Lee gets plenty of lingering gazes, too.

He isn’t sure where to go from here, but then a man is sauntering up to them and he dares to reach out and put his hand on George’s shoulder.

“I’d take that back if you want to keep it,” Lee says in a low voice, glaring at the man until he withdraws his hand. “Now go away.”

George loves that tone of voice, loves the look on Lee's face. He might not be on a lead, but he stays close, entirely Lee's creature. There's a tiny bit of him that wants to push his luck and see where it gets him.

"They're going to throw us out if you start breaking fingers, darling," he murmurs.

“I won’t have to as long as they listen,” Lee replies, reaching out to curl his fingers in the waistband of George’s tight pants to drag him deeper into the room. There’s a bar off to one side, and Lee goes over to order them both something strong, wanting a little social lubrication.

After they finish their drinks, Lee turns to find a few people staring at them. He drags George over to the wall and leans back against it, drawing George in until his back is against Lee’s chest. He keeps one hand on George’s waist and leans in to nose behind his ear, biting gently at it.

“Look how everyone is looking at you. You love it, don’t you?” Lee asks with a smile, sliding his other hand into the pocket of his pants to switch the plug onto its lowest setting, grinning wide when we feels George jolt. “Let them look at you.”

"I do love it." He's always loved it. Since it first started to happen at court, he's craved it. He knows what he looks like well enough, but he does like to see it reflected back at him from time to time.

When the plug buzzes to life in his arse, his hips jolt.

"Oh, fuck."

Lee lets out a low chuckle and spreads his hand out low on George’s belly, mouthing at the back of his neck.

“Are you gonna let them all see you get hard?” Lee asks, thumbing the power up a little higher on the toy and then putting both hands on George’s hips, content for now to just let him stand there and endure it while everyone watches.

Another man approaches them, half naked and handsome, and he looks practically ready to drop to his knees in front of George.

“Are you looking to play?” He asks, reaching out to touch George’s chest, and Lee gets a very big thrill out of reaching up to knock his hand away before it can make contact.

“I don’t share my toys,” Lee says sternly, biting gently at the back of George’s shoulder through his thin shirt. “He’s only for looking at.”

The guy practically pouts and Lee feels very, very smug.

Already, moments in, George is starting to find this overwhelming in the best possible way. His cock is well on its way to being hard and the man in front of him is beautiful, but not as beautiful as the one behind him, murmuring filth into his ear.

"Yes," he says, leaning back a little more, canting his hips out just so. "I'll do whatever I'm told."

And they both know it.

“See?” Lee hooks his chin over George’s shoulder and grins at the man, curling his arm more securely around George’s waist, dragging his ass back into the cradle of Lee’s hips. He can almost feel the buzzing of the toy, and his smile widens. “You can go.”

The man huffs and turns to leave, and Lee turns the toy up another notch and slides his hand under George’s shirt to rest on his stomach, sliding slowly back and forth. Meanwhile, he surveys the room as best he can in the low light.

There are numerous eyes turned their way, many of them trained on George as he seems to rock his hips almost mindlessly. They all think he’s so pretty, and that makes Lee feel endlessly smug. But it’s not because he thinks of George as some shiny jewel he owns.

They’re all looking at the wrapping, but Lee gets the whole package. Lee gets to know George, and that’s better than anything all these people could ever hope for.

“Does it feel good?” Lee asks in a low voice, kissing the side of George’s neck and holding his hips back while Lee rocks forward, grinding the toy deeper inside of him. “Knowing everyone in here wants you?”

He loves it in private, and, he finds he loves it even more now they they're being watched -- the casual, proprietary way that Lee touches him. He swallows, barely keeping back a whimper, as Lee grinds against him, as the toy shifts in his arse. He swallows, tipping his head back, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. For all the things he's done, and they are many and varied and wicked, he's never found himself the centre of attention like this.

And it does. Feel good.

He nods.

“Aw, cat got your tongue?” Lee teases fondly, reaching into his pocket to turn the toy up one more time, then lifting that hand to George’s throat. He holds it loosely for a moment, thumbing at the collar, then wraps his hand around the lock and holds it in his fist.

“Go ahead and unbutton your shirt for them, baby,” Lee commands softly, putting emphasis on the pet name because he knows how worked up it gets George. “Let them see a little more of you. Show them that pretty jewelry.”

That fucking toy. George squirms his hips as it starts to buzz faster, more intensely. Lee's hand wrapped around the lock keeps his head in place and he whimpers as his hands go to his shirt, pulling it loose from his waistband before he starts to unbutton it, letting the sheer fabric fall open to reveal his belly and chest, the piercings through his nipples. His cock is aching hard.

George really likes this, and Lee thinks he really likes it, too. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but so far, so good.

He wasn’t sure how he would feel about everyone staring at George, but it turns out that it’s pretty nice when he’s the only one who gets to touch.

Lee keeps one hand on the lock and lifts the other to trace circles around George’s nipples. He knows they’re still tender, so he taps at them lightly, just enough for George to feel the sharp zing of sensation.

“If you come without my permission at any point,” Lee says almost casually, brushing his thumb over George’s nipple a little harder. “I will drag you out of here by your ear and you will not come again for the rest of the night. You will be licking milk out of that fucking bowl until the sun comes up. Do you understand?”

They're still tender, but it's a good sort of pain that spikes through him, right to his crotch, when Lee plays with his nipples like that. He swallows.

"I understand." Even though no-one is close enough to hear the threat, the humiliation of it being made in public sinks through him, makes his cock throb. "I'll be good."

“Yeah, I bet you will. You want to keep everyone looking at you, don’t you?” Lee replies, tugging on the lock. “Like a good little slut.”

Lee’s getting better at this part, he thinks. The more they do it, a clearer line is drawn. George wants to hear this kind of stuff, but it doesn’t mean he believes it. And he always seems to enjoy when Lee is sweet to him after.

He bites softly at the back of George’s neck and lets go of the lock to slide two fingers into his mouth instead, rubbing them against his tongue. “What about after I use you all up? Do you want them to see you then? Naked and sweaty on the floor, come dripping out of you. That’s such a nice sight, baby. Makes such a pretty picture.”

George can’t exactly answer with his mouth full, but that’s okay. Lee really just wants him to listen.

He's so aware of all the eyes on him, even as he's opening his mouth for Lee's fingers, even as he's starting to suck on them. He can't help but picture now that would feel. He's been naked in front of people before, fucked and been fucked, but never quite like that. He can't say he hates the thought.

And Lee knows that, of course.

George shivers and starts sucking eagerly at Lee’s fingers, and he lets out a dry, knowing chuckle. He reaches into his pocket and turns the toy down to the lowest level, not wanting to desensitize him to it, or overstimulate him too much.

“No,” Lee growls out as a man approaches with his hand out, practically baring his teeth as he grabs possessively at George’s hip. Thankfully, the guy averts course and Lee relaxes, keeping his fingers in George’s mouth while tugging his pants open with his other hand, sliding it inside to curl his fingers around George’s cock.

“No underwear. I’m not surprised,” Lee says with another low chuckle, glancing up to see just how many people are watching. Even a couple fucking against a wall both have their heads turned, and Lee feels an insane rush of heat.

“Should we let them see your pretty cock?” He doesn’t wait for any sort of answer before pushing his wrist into George’s fly, pulling it apart and tugging his pants down enough to expose his cock. He swears that he hears someone gasp, and he chuckles as he pulls his fingers around George’s mouth to wrap his hand around his throat instead, holding it over the collar as he gives George’s cock maddeningly slow strokes.

Even the powerful looking woman with the human footstool is looking at them, and Lee presses his hard cock in against George’s ass. “Look at how everyone is looking at you, baby. You’re the best thing in this room.”

It's humiliating and, God help him, George loves it. Lee strokes in his cock, murmuring in his ear, handling him like he owns him and he's surprised by how much he wants that to be true. He doesn't actually believe that Lee is going to fully expose him until it happens, until his trousers are pushed down around his thighs and his cock is in Lee's hand, where everyone -- anyone -- can see it. His face burns and his hips rock unconsciously, his eyes darting around the room.

"Fuck." He has to close his eyes to stop his head spinning.

There’s the briefest moment where Lee worries that he might have gone too far, but George doesn’t say the word. Instead he shivers and whines, rocking his hips, and Lee lets out that same laugh again, derisive and fond all at once.

“Fucking whore,” he murmurs, kissing the side of George’s head. He shoos away a few more men, but then there’s this girl who tentatively approaches. She has fiery red hair and pale skin, and a perfect set of tits that she has completely exposed. All she has on are panties, stockings, and a garter belt, and Lee jerks his chin for her to come closer.

“Do you want to know how he tastes?” Lee asks in that low, authoritative register that he’s getting used to wielding. The woman nods eagerly and Lee gestures for her to get on her knees. She obeys instantly and Lee feels a little lightheaded from the rush it gives him.

“Go ahead. Don’t use your hands,” he tells her, holding George’s cock by the base and grabbing his chin to force him to look down as the woman leans in and swallows him down. She moans, starting to bob her head eagerly, and Lee holds his cock the whole time, humming approvingly while looking over George’s shoulder to watch.

"Oh, Christ," mumbles George, swallowing hard when the girl goes down onto her knees, sucking his cock like she was made for it. Normally, he'd take that in stride, but it's the combination of the hot, wet mouth working over his cock while Lee is behind him, pressed up against him. He can feel how hard Lee's cock is, how much he's enjoying all of this, and knowing that? Just makes it better. Lee takes hold of his chin to make him watch, but George finds that he doesn't want to look away.

Lee lets it go on for a while, eventually letting go of George’s cock to tentatively reach out and touch the woman’s hair, unsure if he’s allowed. She lets out a soft whimper and leans into it, so Lee takes it as encouragement to touch her face, fingertips skimming her lips where they’re stretched wide around George’s cock.

“You’re both doing so well,” he says in a low voice, and they both whimper in response. Lee feels like he could drop kick the goddamn moon right now.

“Okay, that’s enough. We don’t want him coming too soon, do we?” Lee says as he takes a hold of her chin gently but firmly, easing her off George’s cock and to her feet.

“Tell her thank you,” he says to George, kissing the side of his neck while stroking his thumb over the girl’s mouth. She looks dazed, and Lee is so hungry he could die, but thankfully there’s enough happening to distract him from it.

She's beautiful and, while George is used to male nakedness in public, he's less used to women, and he finds himself unable to look away from the perfect tits in front of him. His cock is damp from her mouth, bobbing humiliatingly in the air. He's struck, all of a sudden, by an image of Lee leaning in to kiss her, and his face goes so hot so quickly that he feels dizzy.

"Thank you," he says, his eyes flicking up to her face. He can't quite believe this is happening to him.

“Good boy,” he says, cradling the girl’s cheek as she stares at him almost hopefully. “Good girl.”

His voice is a low growl, full of genuine approval, and the young woman grins up at him as it means the world to her. “Go find someone else to play with, okay? But if they treat you poorly, come find me and I’ll take care of it.”

The girl nods and Lee releases her, watching as she walks away sort of unsteadily. Even from here, he can see the insides of her thighs are slick.

He’s still staring when a man slides in front of them, audaciously reaching out for George’s cock. Lee shoots his hand out to grab his wrist, twisting it enough to make him wince without causing any actual damage.

“Don’t touch things that aren’t yours,” Lee bites out, his voice at complete odds with the warm way he was just speaking to that girl. “Get away from us.”

The guy nods and Lee lets him go, huffing as he curls his hand possessively around George’s cock, now slick with spit. “I have to beat them off you with a stick, don’t I?”

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