Lush in Lace

- Leland Madden -

"Seize the enemy!" I almost burst my lungs, trying to imitate the tone of a Viking or a pirate.I stood on the narrow tabletop, swaying slightly to keep my balance, looking down at a group of men with few cloths on their bodies, holding up a sharp sword that didn't exist in one hand, and pointing at the man who had just entered the private room of the club with the other hand.He was clearly terrified.

At my command, there was an explosion of boos and yells from at least forty men who were here for my brother Jamie's bachelor party.Jamie's five friends started carrying out my orders without hesitation, presumably because they were the only ones planning this fucking bachelor party.

In two days, Jamie is getting married to the girl of his dreams.But before that day comes, I need to make sure he has the coolest bachelor night in the world, even if it means I have to keep an eye out for "enemy spies" to show up.

The five of them worked together to get Scott Lush—the "enemy spy"—down on a wooden chair by the edge of the dance floor.I even vaguely saw a security guard contribute his handcuffs to help them with this operation.Surprisingly, this muscular and athletic man didn't resist too much, probably because he was taken aback by their overly enthusiastic "hospitality".

But he just deserves it, I thought as I jumped off the table and walked right up to him, who I warned him not to come here yesterday.

Scott Lush is not welcome here.

All invitations were sent by me myself, deliberately excluding Scott and his brother BJ (yes, my brother's fiancé is named BJ).Well, BJ is short for "Little Barry[1]," but personally, I'd rather slit my wrists and kill myself than spend my life being called an acronym for some kind of sexual act.But whether it is my or other people's ideas, BJ dismisses them all.I have to admit, I like that about him, but even so, I would never invite him and his best man to Jamie's bachelor party.

Jamie and BJ have been together since they were 16 years old. 12 years on and now they're finally getting married, but I think he deserves a crazy last night before his big day.Thankfully, BJ agreed.He not only trusts his fiancé, but also wants him to be happy.Unfortunately, BJ's stepbrother didn't think so, and even though Scott could trust my bluffing brother somewhat, he definitely couldn't trust me.But looking at the way the room looks now, I have no place to blame him: the men who came to the party did their best to match the theme I had come up with for tonight - "big horns and high heels".

Everyone here is showing off their "big horns" in one way or another.Men of different shapes danced rhythmically to the DJ's music. They either wore crotch protectors that barely covered the key parts, or wore thongs with "horns" of various shapes adorning their crotches.There's even a few daring guys in full animal costumes—the one posing as an elephant with an oversized "trunk" to make a point, and the gorilla with a banana "horn" that's hard to ignore.As expected, after a few hours, even a few people took off their fake horns with the help of alcohol to release their real ones.As for the "high heels," they were thrown everywhere—boots, dance shoes, wedges, stilettos, peepers—everything else.Tonight, sexy high heels adorned men's feet.

Even the groom-to-be was no exception, and I gave Jamie the extra gratification to dress a little more understated while still fitting the theme.My brother was wearing a tight black T-shirt and black velvet shorts that said "Slap it if you like my horn" on it, and a pair of red and white bull's-eyes were embroidered on the back of the shorts.Whenever someone slapped Jamie's ass, there would be a deafening bang.Needless to say, Jamie's "horns" rang all night.So he was forced to settle at the poker table an hour later, otherwise he'd have something to explain on his wedding night in case something went wrong.

I chose a more appropriate outfit for the evening myself.I'm not as muscular as Scott Lush, but years of judo training have made my body tight and smooth.And tonight, I wanted to show it to the fullest, not because I knew Scott Rush might be there.

No, definitely not because of this.Besides, why would I want a certain straight man who is my brother's "quasi-uncle" to pay attention to my body?

To our chagrin, that's the question I've been asking myself for months, since the day the now 25-year-old, criminally sexy Scott Lush came home.

Still, as I approached Scott Lush, who was chained to a chair, his scrutinizing gaze at my meager body gave me a thrill.

Tonight, I'm wearing faux fur shorts with a Viking horn artfully emblazoned on the front.On my bare honey-colored chest, the light is shining slightly because of the fine sweat.On my head was a horned helmet, and on my feet were a pair of lace-up brown leather boots, the exact color to match my fur shorts.Unfortunately, I'm really not good at high heels, so I had to wear boots.

Scott's gaze lingers on my horns for a few seconds, and I could swear I saw a gleam of longing flash across his keen green eyes.But maybe it's just the dim lighting in the room and the alcohol I've ingested before fueling my imagination.

If Scott was really looking at my body, I was not stingy with giving him the look back.

Damn, he looks awesome.

Confined by handcuffs, he was struggling endlessly, and the strong muscles on his arms were working hard under the black T-shirt.His long, thick legs were spread wide enough for me to see the bulge under his faded jeans.Scott's sandy-blond hair is disheveled but styled over his forehead.It made me wonder what he looked like when he woke up the next morning after a good sex session.Most haunting, however, were his lips.Even though his mouth was pursed angrily, those full, pink lips still held my heart firmly.

"Guys, he's mine," I announced to those who helped tie Scott to the chair.I looked around the room for Jamie, who was still sitting at the poker table, and whoever I wanted to punish my soon-to-be in-law spy would have to ask his permission first.As my older brother, Jamie understood my silent plea, shaking his head slowly across the room in warning.His meaning is obvious: I can spoof Scott, but not too much.I nodded my head in understanding, then turned back to the straight man who couldn't move.

"Oops, oops. Look who's here?" I sneered, running my index finger teasingly over Scott's tense shoulder blades as I walked around his chair.

He jerked away from my touch. "Let go of me." Scott gritted his teeth.

"Oh, I don't think so, Lush. I warned you not to show up tonight, and you deliberately didn't listen. Now, I have to think hard about how to deal with you."

I bent down and whispered in his ear: "I've already thought about what I'm going to do to you, but I don't think you'll like it." I felt him tremble when he heard my words, and then Dodged a little.

"You have no idea what I'd like, Squeak," he said back to me, which surprised me.

The nickname "Squeaky" started in high school, although only Scott calls me that now.He gave me that nickname when I was in ninth grade.I wasn't quite used to my growing voice at the time, especially when [-]th grader Scott Lush was there.To be honest, I was lucky that he only noticed my high-pitched voice and not my crotch that was always stiff as long as he was around.If he'd noticed, I'd have a different nickname altogether—maybe "Tintin" or "Transmitter Leyland," or something nastier.

Luckily, I've learned over the years how to deal with Scott Rush's teasing, and the best way to do that is with dirty sexual teasing.Nothing irritates this sexy man more than being molested by me.It's not that we're constantly bickering, in fact we've only seen each other a handful of times outside of school with our respective older brothers, and we've only really spoken a few times at those times.But those few times, I saw another side of Scott that I didn't know: a shy, intelligent side.However, that doesn't mean we're really friends.

"My name is Lelan, not Squeak." I correct him in my ear. "If I were you, I'd be nice, Lush. You sure don't know what we're going to teach enemy spies. Do you, guys?" I raised my voice slightly so the crowd gathered around Scott's chair could hear. can see.

Most of the guests knew Scott as BJ's stepbrother.Even if they're already in full swing at the moment, they can still guess Scott's intentions tonight.However, these people are Jamie's best friends, so whatever punishment I impose on this "enemy spy" will be happy to accompany them.

"Let him 'walk the gangplank[2]'," a friend of Jamie's dressed as a pirate yelled.

"Shouldn't it be Mouth Springboard, Maroney?" another laughed.

"Oh yes, that's even better," agreed Maroney.

"I have a piece waiting for you here." Another man yelled. "It's a good 'board', super hard."

There was a burst of laughter and booing from the drunks around.

Surprisingly, Scott didn't care much about their ridicule.

"Do you still want me to let you go?" I asked him proudly.

"I'll let you look after it, Zhizhi."

My hearty laugh fueled his anger. "I'm looking forward to it, Lush."

Before I could say anything else, the dancefloor crowd parted in the middle, and the familiar beat of Christina Aguilera's "Jam Girls" blew through the speakers.The crowd erupted into cheers as a Latino man, who can only be described as "sexy" to me, strutted onto the dance floor in high heels.

I leaned over and put my hands on Scott's shoulders and pushed him hard into the chair. "You picked a good time to come. Oh, there will be a good show soon." I said excitedly, and he kept resisting my confinement.

To be honest, I almost forgot about the male stripper.Jamie's friend "Remo" is in charge of the evening's entertainment.And who better qualified to do it than a man named "Rumo[4]"?Well, his name was actually James Anthony Rimmer, but as far as I can remember he was always called Rimmer.It's a nickname that suits him perfectly, or at least that's what I've heard.

Watching the exotic-looking stripper move his hips slowly on the dance floor, I wasn't surprised that Ramo would choose this curvaceous, effeminate Latina man to perform— —Latin men are his Achilles heel.Thank goodness he hadn't forgotten to tell the coquettish man the subject of the evening.He was well dressed, save for a pair of revealing electric blue thongs with a neon yellow horn trimmed into them.A bright yellow feather boa wraps seductively around his neck, matching the thong and horns.Heavy makeup accentuated his exotic eyes, and on his feet were a pair of the tallest yellow heels I've ever seen.

Watch him move on the dance floor, and let's be honest: While he has a body for stripping, he doesn't have a soul for it.

To say he's uncoordinated is almost flattering him.He estimated that it would take another two years, no, about ten years of dance lessons to reach the amateur level.I could give him an "A" for effort, but overall his movements are too stiff to keep up with the music.Worse, he doesn't seem to know where to put his hands.With his curled arms, he swayed to the rhythm, like a big chicken, and that hapless yellow feather boa just strengthened his image of poultry in my mind.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to take off the thong, and the clumsy and uncoordinated movements before it didn't matter.The guys watched his big cock swinging with interest, none of them caring if he was on time or not.

I have to admit that his cock is stunning - clean-shaven, uncircumcised, and about the size of a toddler's forearm.I can't imagine how big his erection will be.

Hold.If the sight of a poor stripper's dick makes me hard, I really need to get fucked.

Who am I kidding?Not because of the stripper, but because of Scott's muscular shoulders under my palm, and his unique masculinity in my nose, making my penis move.

The "Mexican country chicken [5]" strutting awkwardly around the dance floor for a few laps, twisting lewdly in front of the groom-to-be for a while, then turned and started walking towards the immobile Scott.

"Are you ready to watch a customized personal performance?" I leaned into Scott's ear again and teased.

"I don't want to watch him jump!" Scott shook his head desperately, his shoulders tensed under my hands. "Jesus, Lelan. You call this 'enjoyment'?" Scott squeezed through his teeth as the stripper started performing his ass-shaking feat within a foot of him. out of this sentence.

In the noisy crowd, only I could hear his complaints.I have to admit, I feel a little guilty for a straight guy like him to watch another guy dangle in front of his eyes, but I wouldn't call the show off for a little guilt.

Soon, the upbeat music slowed down, and the stripper held his cock and stroked it provocatively to the soft music.The Latin guy did a lot better with the soothing music, and he looked very erotic, shoving his cock into the open palm.

"Want to try it, big man?" he asked Scott in a thick Latin accent.

The crowd burst into cheers, and the drunks booed and shouted: "Take a bite! Take a bite! Take a bite!"

I noticed fine beads of sweat on Scott's eyebrows. "I don't want it!" He retorted loudly at the crowd, making their laughter even more enthusiastic.

"Ah...it looks like we have a chick here. How cute!" the stripper said to the excited crowd with a thick accent. "Maybe we should show him what he's missing? Right?"

Another cheer broke out.

"Squeak!" Scott growled and warned me.

But I pretended not to hear.I know it's not right, but watching the great and strong Scott Lush struggle makes me so happy.

The stripper faces the men gathered on the dance floor, twitching his cock while trying to do a twerk to slow music.At least that's what I think he's going to do, although it looks more like he's retching to the beat.

As before, as long as he keeps licking his big cock and showing everyone his bare ass, the guys in the room don't care too much.I took a look at Jamie to make sure he was happy with the show.After all, tonight was his.Fortunately, Jamie seemed happy.He laughed and even gave me the thumbs up, then wiped away tears from the laughter.My brother may not be interested in the strippers chosen by classmate Rui Mo, but he absolutely loves the show.

As the music becomes more soothing, the awkward stripper returns to where Scott sits at the edge of the dance floor.He bent over half seductively, making sure both Scott and I could see his ass slit.Before he reached out and clasped my ass, I realized what he was going to do - it was time to stop.

"Oh fuck!" I slid out of the back of Scott's chair, quickly between his ass and the man's ass.I do want to teach Scott a little lesson in spying, but I don't want to leave him with a psychological shadow that will never be erased for the rest of his life.

My sudden presence in front of him startled the Latin gigolo, who lost his balance in an instant with the overly high heels.I didn't have time to reach out to grab him, and he fell down on the hardwood floor "biting mud".

Unfortunately, I couldn't hold back when I saw this scene, and I burst out laughing along with everyone else at the party.It's not that I don't care if the other person is hurt or not, but it's just hilarious.Besides, aside from his dick, his performance is not "sexy" at all.Luckily, he was pretty close to the ground before he fell, so the only thing he's really hurt is his ego.

Rui Mo squeezed out from the crowd, and immediately stepped forward to help the gigolo up.

"Come on, honey, I'll help you." Rui Mo comforted the man who accepted his help softly. "Don't pay attention to those ignorant kids, your performance is great, Sweetie." He encouraged me and gave me a look over the man's shoulder.Then he turned his gaze to Scott, who kept smiling. "I believe Rosh has paid for his spying, right?" Ramo said to him.

Scott nodded, and I agreed with the tears while laughing.

"Look, you don't have to wait on them here, cutie. Why don't you come with me? I can check for any injuries and show you why they call me 'Ramo' .What do you think, baby?"

Rui Mo's proposal made the man smile immediately.He eagerly grabbed Ramo's outstretched hand and followed him off the dance floor.As for what kind of ingenious method Rui Mo would use to appease that person's wounded self-esteem, I can only imagine.

As soon as the couple left, the DJ blared the music and the party revived.

"Have you learned your lesson, Lush?" I asked Scott before uncuffing him.

He rubbed his strong wrists and stood up to face me.

"Is that all you can do, Zhizhi?" He smiled contemptuously. "A stripper who sucks at dancing, and his little dick and hairy ass?"

I was shocked by his answer.I froze for a second, and when I came back to my senses, he was already walking towards the exit. "Damn...? His dick is big!" I yelled, raising my eyebrows, following him off the dance floor. "His cock is huge." I repeated, lowering the volume as I was next to Scott.

"That's because you haven't seen anything big." Scott blinked slyly back.

My jaw would literally drop through the center of the earth if I could.I looked down at his crotch uncontrollably, but he turned away before I could get a good look.Never mind, I've known since school, I've sneaked a peek at him, that Scott has an uncanny talent for growing dicks.

"Are you still following me, Squeak?" Scott asked.He chuckled, and I froze in place.

Seeing him gloat over my embarrassment, all fantasies about his giant cock melted away in no time.

"You're full of fucking bullshit, Lush." ​​I shot back. "When that gigolo shakes his dick in front of you, you're going 'fifty shades green'."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Did you forget, I've seen a lot of dicks."

"What did you say?!"

Scott patted me hard on the shoulder and pushed me toward the coat closet. "I've spent the last ten years in a locker room full of dicks and asses, squeak. I've seen it all. Believe me, nothing scares me," he says triumphantly.

"So you're saying, you're enjoying the show?"

"Fuck you, of course not! I'm only here to make sure you don't lead your brother astray into something you'll regret," Scott replied. "But after watching your show, I must say Jamie is safe. I'm a little disappointed, to be honest. I thought you'd do it a little more excitingly, Leland, especially on Thursday. After meeting you."

Depend on.I gasp when I think about that day on Thursday, wishing it would fade from my memory forever.

I stopped by the Guilty Lane sex shop that day to pick up items that Jamie and BJ had ordered for their honeymoon, as well as pick up gifts for the party guests.But I didn't expect that BJ also called his brother Scott to pick up the same order.While waiting for another customer to check out, I slowly surveyed the store's assortment of lube, dildos, stockings, garter belts, high heels and, my favourite, men's lace thongs , that is, "boy trousers [6]".

A few minutes later, with no sign of the end at the checkout, I wandered into another area of ​​the store.I don't come to "Sin Love Trail" often, and I prefer to buy sex toys online.I didn't even know this store was so big.There's a ton of merchandise that I've never seen before, like this whole wall of penis amplifiers.Who will buy this?I thought to myself, so I took one down and looked at it.Coincidentally, Scott Lush walked in at this moment.He didn't say anything, just stared at the novelty contraption in my hand, and then laughed—a full-throated, stomach-ache-laughing laugh.He laughed until the clerk finally came over to help me with my shopping.

Even though I tried to explain that I was just wandering around out of boredom, Scott didn't believe me.The rest of the afternoon, I gritted my teeth listening to Scott's sarcasm as we helped the groom-to-be with errands for the wedding.What is "big is not necessarily good", or "small things are exquisite", or his favorite sentence - "the boat is not wide, the sea is smooth".It wasn't until I couldn't bear to show him my not-so-small "boat" that he finally shut up.

The thing is, the memory of Thursday is still swirling in my head, but as soon as Scott doesn't bring it up, I'm sure I'll forget it.

"You know, I was a lot more polite to you for Jamie's sake," I replied, ignoring Scott's raised eyebrow. "You should be lucky now, Rush. If I had my way, you would have run away screaming half an hour ago." I'm bragging, but his stinkin' virtuousness really pissed me off.

"What are you talking about, creaking... whips, shackles, or nipple clips?"

I sneered at his standard straight male brain. "Not so far."

"Golden rain, semen extraction, snowball [7]?"

"What the hell am I—?" For the second time that night, I was taken out of my body by Scott Lush. "Where the hell did you get all this stuff?" I asked sharply.

He rested a finger on his chin, pretending to be trying to remember. "There is such a magical place called 'Google', you just need to enter the three words 'gay' in the search bar, and these wonderful things will appear!" He raised his eyebrows—wasn't he just laughing at me?

"Asshole," I grumbled. "I'll let you know that what's on the Internet and what's in reality are completely different things, Lesh. Just because you've seen a few pictures on the Internet doesn't mean you'll be able to stand my heavy hobbies in real life."

It was time for him to fight back. "Don't underestimate me, Zhizhi." He said as he entered the cloakroom where we stored our changed clothes.Scott just pushed the door open a crack, then screamed like a little girl and slammed the door hard.

"What's wrong!" I asked, shocked and puzzled by his reaction.

He shook his head quickly, clutching the doorknob, looking greener than he had in the strip.

"What the hell?" I asked again with concern.

He didn't answer and I pushed him aside.

I knocked his hand off the doorknob and tried to open the door. "Don't!" he warned.

It's a pity he spoke too late.I admit that I was not mentally prepared for the scene I saw when I opened the door, but I still tried to be calmer than Scott.

Even in the dim light, I could clearly see that Remo was fulfilling his previous promise to the stripper: the dancer lay naked on his back on the pool table covered with coats, his butt hanging over the edge of the table, his legs Curved wide open, feet on the furry green tabletop.Rui Mo lay on top of him, with her head buried between her legs.Even from my vantage point it was clear that Ramo was jerking off the big cock as she pushed her tongue into the stripper's asshole.

I have to say that this scene is very evocative, just like a live porno.But I suddenly recalled Scott's reaction, and realized that this might have left a psychological shadow on the hapless creature—for the second time.

very good.He's got to be a little spooked tonight, he's so unflappable.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, pretending to be surprised.

"He, they lay on my coat." Scott murmured, looking really terrified.

I couldn't help laughing, justice came so cool. "I think this is the price you paid for coming here to spy on information." I said gloatingly.

He wasn't amused by me.

"Shall I go in and get it out for you?" I asked.

"Don't! Forget it, forget it. Just treat that dress as dead." He murmured.

"Don't worry, I'll return it to you after you do the dry cleaning." I suggested, feeling a little guilty in my heart. It was cold outside, but he had no coat.

"Dry cleaning? Let's disinfect it."

I shook my head, "Your expression now is the same as when you looked at those stray puppies you rescued back then, sad and overwhelmed. I told you, this is not a place you can handle, Mr. Straight Man, you Just don't listen."

He curled his lips. "Forget it, Chi Chi. How did I expect that there would be a scene of two men having sex waiting for me in the cloakroom? I was just a little caught off guard okay?"

"That is to say, it is also possible to open that door now, are you ready now?" I deliberately provoked him. "Rui Mo would certainly not mind letting you watch. In fact, I think he would be happy to let you watch."

As soon as we mentioned this, Ruimo's panting voice reached our ears through the door. "Oh baby, let Ramo get in your little pussy. Fuck, you're too tight to sell yourself."

Scott's face turned pale immediately.

Rui Mo's voice was accompanied by a few whimpers, and the scratching of the table and the floor.

"Ah, Daddy, oh, fuck me! Yes! Deeper! Harder!" cried the Latina. "Ah! Fuck, you're so big. I'm going! Ahhh!"

"Show me that big cock, Tino," Ramo growled. "Yeah! Come out for me. Fuck. That's it. Fuck, look how thick you cum."

I saw Scott take a few steps back, as if he wanted to stay as far away from the voice from the door as possible. "I, I don't want to go in." He muttered nervously.

I smiled smugly again. "I'll just say it, you can't stand it."

Before he could answer, I said, "Why don't you admit it, Lush? Just because you have a gay brother, you think you are a 'gay-friendly' type of enlightened person, it doesn't mean you can resist Got my world." I'm telling the truth, and it's one of the reasons I'm so against Scott.

"As long as you can take it, I can take it, no matter what, Zhizhi!" he challenged.

This is our way of getting along, always provocative and provocative.It's a classic enemy combination full of gunpowder, straight guy, athletic guy versus nerd, and no one can subdue the other in the end.The two of us are completely polar opposites.

"Damn it, you stubborn ass, Rush. But since you're stupid enough to think you can stand up to any challenge I throw at you, why don't we have some fun?"

As soon as the words came out, countless thoughts flooded my mind: Scott on his knees, Scott crawling towards me, Scott's ass waiting for my dick to pamper him, Scott wearing stockings and lace ...oh shit!Scott's big cock is surrounded by lace...

"How fun?" he asked, interrupting my best fantasies.

I hope he doesn't notice that the "horns" on my crotch are sticking out at an odd angle because of my lecherous thoughts.

"1000 yuan." I said hastily, trying to keep his attention on me, not my penis.

"Are you fucking serious?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine.

I nod.I should have offered a lower price, but I didn't mind much, because I was probably the only one who knew that Scott couldn't even bet $1000.Which is why I was completely taken aback by what he said next.

"Okay, Zhizhi, the deal..."

[1] Writing: Barry Jr.Same as the abbreviation for blowjob.

[2] Walking on the gangplank was a kind of torture used by pirates in the old days. Under the threat of muskets and bayonets, the victim walked along the gangplank to the end and jumped into the sea.

[3] Lady Marmalade, by Christina Aguilera.

[4] Ruimo: Rimmer: The person who licks the butthole. This person's original surname is Rimmel, which translates to "Rimmer".

[5] The original text was written as El Pollo Loco, which is a famous Mexican-style roast chicken chain restaurant in the United States.

[6]manties, men's underwear with women's fashion elements such as lace.

[7] Both are sexually explicit behaviors, which refer to: peeing, sucking out the injected semen from the vagina or anus, and passing the semen to another person in the mouth.