Unhinged - Blood and Lust

Episode 2

Dale’s pub was a drab wide stone structure with very few windows that stood low on the ground, it’s only exterior light was a lonely dull yellow bulb that was eerily in touch with the cold dark silent night of the town.

There were only two people who could be out and about on a night such as this: those who wanted to drink, and serial killers.

Make that three.

Lex shut the door quietly and walked briskly towards the entrance door. It wasn’t in his taste to kill people, and he certainly did not feel thirsty. Not for drink anyways.

Lex stepped into the bar and paused in surprise as the abruptness of the place struck him. Dale’s pub on the inside was brightly lit, spacious and colourful. In a central corner of the enclosure stood a semi-long marble counter lined at the side with high wooden stools, drinks occupied this counter, placed on square napkins of blues and reds alongside bowls of nuts and pretzels.

Behind this a tall muscular black man in jeans and a crisp white shirt— unbuttoned all the way down to his chest— moved lithely like a panther from one end of the counter to the other, his rolled-up sleeves exposing powerful forearms that seemed to ripple as the man poured drinks onto varying sizes of glass cups lined on the countertop.

Behind him was a mirrored wall glowing with orange and purple neon lights that cast their tremulous glow on the bar, next to which stood a gigantic wall of alcohol bottles, a large fridge and an equally large blender filled with some pinkish concoction.

Lex tore his eyes from that part of the bar and looked around. The counter was not very lively tonight as most of the drinkers there silently nursed their glasses and avoided eye contact as if to say “don’t talk to me please, I’m licking my wounds”, while some had their attention fixed on the game show on the flat screen above the bartender’s head.

The other parts of the bar were different, the tables and booths pulsed with the voices of people talking and laughing, the soft thump and clink of glasses as they toasted and drank and yelled for more, their orders barely carrying over the blasting music.

There was a sudden outburst of laughter from a table at the extreme end of the bar adjacent to a narrow hallway that was dimly lit and markedly darker than the rest of the interior. There Lex spotted a group of what looked like his people so he began moving towards that table.

Lex’s throat went dry as the strong stench of beer and sweat permeated him, but when he spotted those elegant hands with their beautiful fingers on the table he was getting closer to it and got even dryer.

Green Eyes was talking and moving his hands in emphasis, he seemed really animated and everybody on the table was completely engrossed, all kept their eyes on him as though he was the only thing that mattered.

There was a fresh bout of laughter as Lex reached the table. Nobody noticed him as Green Eyes was telling another story. Lex said nothing and simply tucked his six-foot frame into a chair beside a man—perhaps a medic or a forensic, who knew?—and took a deep breath.

The man smelled like cigarettes. Lex’s arousal surged, glorying in the scents around him. He closed his eyes and simply listened to that voice as it cooed on. The night wore on and at some point, Lex relaxed and allowed himself to settle into the dreamlike world of Dale’s pub.

First, they drank, then they sang a song, a song about how passion makes a man lose himself only to forcefully, cruelly, and swiftly return him after he had offered his seed to the moon. They sang many songs, the bar filling with cadences high and low as everyone including Lex himself joined in and sang about dripping cunts and whimsical w****s that rode your horse till it fell into the abyss screaming and then stole it away afterwards when you were finally at peace and sleeping.

There were many such songs and although Lex did not know all of them, he still hummed along where he could, the primal throb of the chants making his blood sing. Someone produced a pack of cigarettes and passed it around. Lex drank and smoked, feeling himself getting thicker and thicker. He wanted desperately for Green Eyes to take his hand and lead him into those dark stalls and do things to him.

They sang another song and this time the rest of the bar joined in.

Nobody except Lex noticed the magical hand that touched his, none else but him felt those eyes— now glazed with fire— drilling into him, and as he followed Green Eyes into the darkly lit hallway none but his trousers were aware of the enormous weight that threatened to tear through its encasement.

He was pulled, like one in a trance into a bathroom stall and pushed against the wall. Deft hands reached into his trousers, succulent soft lips locking onto his, Lex’s blood exploded, waves of pleasure racked him, and his member pulsed and ached with pure joy. He returned the kiss feverishly as a shiver ran through his toes.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

The lips were tearing away from his, the head was melting away, and for a moment the fire quelled but reignited again as a sugary-sweet thing suddenly encased his p***s. Lex groaned and his knees gave way.

He grabbed at the thing’s head as his body slid towards the floor, his back to the wall, thrusting his hips feverishly, grinding them back and forth and left and right, pushing his tortured c**k as far as it would go, his eyes closed, head flung back, throaty helpless moans throwing themselves from his mouth. And as the lips tightened even further on his organ Lex wanted to scream. He wanted to let the world know about this ecstasy.

The hot mouth on him embraced his passion, egging him on, its honey-coated interior only growing softer as Lex drove harder. A creamy hand wrapped itself around his wide stem, the other followed and began to stroke as the mouth worked him. Up and down and up and down in a circular rhythm, milking him, beating his hungry organ without breaking stride, swift and wild, eating him with abandon.

Lex was cry-moaning now, his whimpering voice filling the bathroom stall, his body jerking as he flew closer and closer to the brink.

One of the hands stopped tormenting his c**k to fondle his swollen sack before plunging its fingers deep into his buttocks. Lex shattered instantly, emptying his pent-up vigour into that obedient mouth in a burst of shuddering jerks and thrusts, his voice a steady stream of throaty thick moans.

The mouth slowed and eased into a delicious rhythm before slipping off the shaft to seize his organ’s throbbing cap, kissing it, running a tongue gently over it, whispering hot things to him as glorious calm washed over Lex.

“Now, my turn.”