The dance club had been jumping all night. Justin found himself having far more fun than he had ever done before. It wasn't hard, given the man who had brought him here. Even though Brian didn't seem to actually know any of the other men that shared the dance floor with them, he seemed right at home with the strangers, as if he were a prodigal son returning to the family. Brian seemed to have a knack for drawing men out and in no time Justin was finding himself sharing in conversations with total strangers about their most intimate lives. The fodder for his stories was piling up as the night progressed. In between chats, Brian would whirl Justin onto the dance floor and the two men would connect again in a way that couldn't be denied. A current flowed between the couple as they gyrated to the pulsing rhythms that blared from the loud speakers.
It was getting really late when Justin realized how badly he needed to relieve himself. Brian had run into a colleague from another agency that he had worked with at one time and entered into a lively discussion of their past triumphs. Justin had been standing on the sidelines nursing his third and last beer for the night. Brian's back was to him and he decided to make a quick run to the bathroom and then hurry back. There were far less patrons at this late hour so he doubted there would be any wait in a line. Brian wouldn't even miss him probably. With that thought in mind, Justin made a beeline for the doors leading to the bathroom.
The long hallway to the bathroom at the back of the club was all but deserted. There was one couple leaning against a wall and rubbing on each other through their clothing, but no one else was in sight. Justin pushed through the lavatory doors and only saw two men, one in a booth with the door closed and his pants pooled around his ankles and another at a urinal. Justin stepped up to a urinal a couple of feet away just as his neighbor was finishing up. The man zipped up and walked away. Justin opened his fly and proceeded to pee heartily, much to his bladder's relief. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding it in so long. He heard the flush of the nearby commode but paid little attention. He was just happy to let his stream continue to flow. Justin let out a last couple of dribbles and was about to step back and zip up when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his upper body, pinning his arms to his side. His first thought was that Brian had followed him and sneaked up behind him so he wasn't irritated, but then he heard an unfamiliar voice coarsely whispering in his ear.
"You have a beautiful cock there boy. Anyone ever tell you that?" the man slurred out, followed by a childish giggle.
The man's breath was rancid and Justin felt his stomach flip at the smell. It turned over again when Justin suddenly realized what was happening and just how vulnerable he was. He could feel that the man behind him was much bigger than him and he had such a tight hold on Justin that the blond couldn't even move a muscle. Panic set in. Justin had a flashback to his father holding him down while he whooped his son when Justin had struggled to escape his father's anger. He began to struggle against the man's hold, which made the man tighten his grip even more. Justin's fear rose like bile in the throat when he realized that the creature behind him had developed a hard on which was poking at the small of his back. He didn't know if the man was exposed or not, but the threat was there either way. Justin began struggling harder, but it was like a Chinese finger trap...the harder he struggled, the tighter the grip became.
Justin began having trouble breathing. The pressure on his chest had increased to painful proportions since the bastard that held him had maneuvered him against the wall between two urinals. Justin began screaming for help, but could barely hear his voice. There wasn't enough air in his lungs to emit a sound above a painful squeak. The man had begun licking Justin's ear and the young writer knew he was within seconds of vomiting right then and there. He tried one more time to push back against the wall with his legs so that he could throw the man off balance, but he couldn't budge him. Just as Justin was sure it was all over and he would be raped by this madman right in a public bathroom with Brian standing oblivious so close by, he felt himself suddenly freed of restraint.
Justin collapsed against the wall and sucked in huge gulps of air. The sound of grunting behind him made him turn around quickly, just in time to see Brian laying another blow to the side of the attackers face. The man went down in a crumpled heap to the floor. He curled up into the fetal position and nursed his aching stomach where Brian had landed the first blow once he had pulled the creature off of Justin. The fury in Brian's face had turned it a mottled red. The man on the floor whimpered a few times, but was wise enough not to rise up and challenge the man who stood over him just waiting for an excuse to land another punch. Brian's entire body was shaking, he was so angry. When it was obvious the huddled mess on the floor wasn't going to be any more trouble, Brian turned and hurried over to Justin who was still leaning on the wall for support.
"Are you okay, Justin? Did he hurt you? Let me see."
Brian began running his hands over Justin's face, arms, chest, legs. He was still shaking like a leaf. The shakes were matched by Justin who had never been so happy to see someone in his entire life. Neither man noticed when the attacker scrambled to his feet and rushed headlong out of the bathroom. Neither man cared. Once Brian had reassured himself that Justin had no broken bones or been harmed physically, he drew the young man into his arms and held him gently while Justin began sobbing quietly. Brian did his best to calm the young man down. He stroked Justin's hair and whispered calming words to him. Justin's arms held tight to Brian like a man to a life vest when tossed into the rolling sea.
"Shhh, Justin, shhh. It's going to be alright. I think he was just an asshole who had way too much to drink. He won't be back. He probably won't even remember it in the morning." Brian lifted Justin's head. He frowned at the young man. "Why'd you leave without telling me? It's never a good idea to be on your own in a place like this so late in the evening. That's what friends are for. We watch each others backs." Just as quickly, Brian's tone changed back. "I'm so sorry you had to experience that. I'll never let anyone hurt you like that again. I promise you, Justin."
"I...I...I want to go home Brian. Please take me home."
"I will, but I'm taking you back to my place first so that you can use my hot tub. I've seen your bathroom. Believe me, you'll be able to relax a lot better at my place first and then I'll take you home. No arguments, okay?"
Justin nodded his agreement and Brian called the limo to pick them up.
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The drive back to the hotel was made in silence. Justin couldn't get the image of being restrained out of his head. It brought back far too many painful memories that he had convinced himself were long buried ages ago. The stinking drunk had unearthed them in a matter of minutes and the wounds were still fresh. As the memories flooded back, Justin began to visibly shake and it didn't fail to be noticed by Brian. Brian inched his hand over to Justin's, which lay limp by his side, and slowly took the hand in his own. Justin may or may not have noticed the gesture, but he did react by grasping tightly to Brian's hand. He continued to stare straight ahead with his eyes half closed as thoughts of his father's abuse poured like slow moving lava through his mind's eye.
He could remember all the times his father would lose his temper over some minor slight or imagined misdeed and then gone out of his way to remind Justin who was in charge of the very air he breathed. Craig Taylor was never drunk when he went after his son...that might have been more comprehensible...but Justin finally figured out why his father acted the way he did. It was actually quite simple. The man was a fucking bully. He wasn't happy unless he had everyone and everything under his thumb. His employees were afraid of him, which Justin finally saw for himself one day when visiting the flagship store. Craig didn't just fire a young employee who had messed up, he had beaten the poor kid down with a verbal assault that left the young man shaken. Justin never forgot the sight and his heart went out to the young man because he knew exactly how the guy felt. Only with Justin, his dad felt free to get physical and he often did.
One of Craig Taylor's favorite tactics was to physically hold Justin down so that he couldn't move. Sometimes, if Justin struggled a bit too much, Craig would follow it up with a whooping. It was never called a beating because he only used his belt or 'the spanking stick', a flat board with the words 'Only to be used on bear asses that misbehave' that he bought on one of his trips overseas. Instead of the word bear and asses there was a cute picture of a little bear and a donkey's rear end painted on the board. By the time Justin left home the colors of the pictures and words had faded, yet it was still readable. The one incident that tonight's event conjured up most was the time his father had cornered him in the bathroom and pushed Justin up against the tub. Justin had ended up in the tub when his father gave him one extra push because his son protested too loudly. His dad had never gotten sexually threatening like tonight's bully, but abuse was abuse under any circumstances.
As soon as they reached the hotel, Brian dismissed the limo driver and handed over a generous tip. He put his arm around Justin's shoulder and led him through the lobby and up to his room. The minute they entered the room, Justin seemed to calm inside. Brian could see the young man's shoulders squaring back just a little and the vacant far away look he had witnessed in Justin's eyes began to fade. It was as if Justin had stepped out of the quicksand and was now on stable ground where he felt safe again. Brian helped Justin to remove his jacket and took him into the bathroom. It was an astonishing room with a built in jacuzzi next to a large glassed in shower rimmed by a seating area inside. Brian began drawing the water into the deep tub and directed Justin over to a small alcove across from the shower where two fluffy white robes and towels hung from racks on the all marble walls. A marble bench was provided with large slippers waiting underneath. Steam began to rise as Brian turned on the jets and dimmed the overhead and vanity lights.
"Call me if you need anything", he told Justin and then left the room.
Justin removed his clothing and sank into the water. The jet streams soothed his muscles and helped to release all the built up tension that tonight's trauma had brought him. His mind drifted back to the look he saw on Brian's face as he stood over the man who had attacked him. Brian had looked angry enough to kill. It would have frightened Justin except that he knew the look was not aimed at him, but only because of what the man was trying to do to him. In that moment, Justin had felt more protected than he ever had in his own home. He knew then and there that Brian wouldn't let any harm come to him and the feeling was almost painful in its wonderment. No one had ever made him feel safe like that before. As he thought of Brian, he called out his name. Brian was in the room before the last sound could roll from Justin's mouth, as if he had been waiting right outside the door.
"You called me?" Brian asked, concern clear in his voice. "What do you need Justin?"
"I...I don't know. I don't know why I called. I...I just wanted to thank you. I...oh shit Brian. I just want to thank you for....for...."
Tears began to flow again, but not the racking sobs from before. These were more tears of relief. Brian couldn't stop himself. He bent down and gathered the wet blond in his arms. Justin lay his head against Brian's broad shoulder and took deep gulps of air until he had control of himself. He finally felt it was safe to look back up at Brian again. Brian turned him around and began massaging Justin's neck and shoulders. Deep sighs began to pour from Justin. Brian continued to administer to the young man and then, when he could feel that Justin was completely at ease, he tapped him on the shoulder and told him to stand up. Justin didn't even think about his nakedness. Brian went to fetch one of the soft robes and towel. He let the water drain while he rubbed Justin dry and then wrapped the robe around his body. The two men exited the bathroom and Brian led Justin over to the large bed. He instructed Justin to lay down and get some rest.
"You need to stay here tonight. That jerk doesn't know you from Adam but I'd feel better if you were here tonight and then I'll take you home in the morning. That is, if you don't mind Justin."
"I don't mind, but what about you."
"I'll just stretch out here in this easy chair. Don't worry about me. Now just relax. Everything will be so much better in the morning. I promise you."
Brian lowered all the lights and pushed back the easy chair so he could stretch his long frame out in it. Less than a half hour later, Brian was suddenly awakened by the sound of muffled cries. He jumped and rushed over to the bed where the sound were coming from. Justin was in the throes of an obvious nightmare. Brian sat on the edge of the bed and began shaking Justin gently. The blond's eyes suddenly snapped open and he rose up fast and buried his face and chest against Brian who held onto him tightly. The shaking was back, but it eased quickly as Brian rubbed Justin's naked back in a soothing gesture. Brian kept whispering assurances to the young man.
Without warning, Justin pulled his head away from Brian's chest and reached up with his free hand. He pulled Brian's face down to his and clamped onto Brian's mouth with his own. The earlier kiss the two men had shared that evening was nothing like this one. This one built in intensity and Justin was the aggressor. He demanded Brian give him what he needed with every moan and movement of his lips as he sought out Brian's tongue with his own. The small spark that had ignited earlier that evening was now a roaring flame that threatened to consume both men with its power.
Justin grabbed Brian's hand with his own and pulled it down to his crotch. He was leading Brian to what he wanted and Brian couldn't hold back. He wrapped his long fingers around Justin's cock and began to pump it, each jerk a little more fulfilling than the next. Justin lay back on the pillow while never letting go of Brian's mouth. Brian continued to kiss Justin with deep feelings, tasting Justin fully for the first time as his tongue explored the soft warm interior of Justin's mouth. His nimble fingers played with expert skill along the length of Justin's now fully engorged penis. Brian's fingers balanced the heavy sac one moment and caressed the rock hard cock the next. Justin raised his legs and spread them without thinking and Brian began to poke a finger along the line behind his ball sac and against Justin's tight hole. Justin's moans were increasing and his breathing becoming ragged when Brian finally released Justin's lips and hurried down to the center of all activity. Brian wrapped his fist around the base of Justin's cock and plunged his mouth down onto the rigid tool at the same time. With one hand, Brian began poking into Justin's virginal hole while he sucked every inch of Justin's cock down his throat. Brian soon had the rhythm down perfectly. Stroke down, then up...poke in, pull out...stroke down, then up...poke in, pull out.
Justin began thrashing wildly back and forth on the pillow. His legs spread out as far as he could make them go. He began pushing himself onto Brian's finger while thrusting himself up into Brian's throat. Suddenly, his whole body went tense and Brian milked it for all it was worth. Justin let out a cry of pure pleasure and spilled himself against the back of Brian's throat. One spurt led to another and another. Brian had never tasted better or more in any other session with another. He swallowed deeply and wiped his mouth. He crawled up to join Justin at the head of the bed. The young man still couldn't breathe or talk right. His eyes were glassy from his exertions. He knew that when he died, he wanted this to be the last thing he ever felt. He tried to verbalize his gratitude to Brian, but words wouldn't come out.
Brian sensed Justin's feelings, but he didn't need to hear anything right now. He felt incredibly good. He hadn't even had an orgasm, but somehow he felt fulfilled...in a way he never had before. He laid his arm across Justin and told him to close his eyes and go back to sleep. He reminded the young man that he wasn't going anywhere. Justin wanted to please Brian more than anything in the world, so he closed his eyes and in minutes was completely asleep again. Brian waited until he could feel Justin's steady breathing and feel that the young man was totally out for the night. He rose up and removed his own clothing, leaving on his briefs, and slipped between the covers after making sure that Justin was covered up too. They would talk about what happened tomorrow, but for now Brian had never felt more relaxed and at peace. He laid his arm across Justin's chest again and fell into a dreamless sleep himself.
To be continued.........................