Page 32 of Nothing But the Night (Basic Instincts 2)

“Theo was a regular here. I want to find out what he liked about the place…so I can understand him better.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

“No.” The word came out too loud. Too panicked. “Stay with me, please. Just for ten minutes, while I look around. Then we can leave.”

Jason’s eyes twinkled in the artificial light. “Why don’t we explore the place together?”

A narrow set of stone steps led to the first floor. Marc allowed Jason to show him the way. He watched his fine, hairy arse as he climbed in front of him. That jockstrap was such a simple thing, but it was outrageously sexual on a body like Jason’s. Marc adjusted his hard on in his briefs, laying it along his hip to be less obvious.

The entire building smelled of damp. However thick the stone walls were, they held the clammy history of hundreds of years. He couldn’t remember the exact age but was sure the bridge dated back to the late seventeen-hundreds. The builders who had toiled onits construction all that time ago couldn’t have imagined what it would be used for now.

On the next level, the light changed from blue to red. Marc realised why it was not as busy downstairs as it should have been given the number of men who came through the door. He couldn’t count how many there were in here, but the scent of their sweat, combined with poppers and sex, almost overpowered the dampness.

It took a few moments for his brain to catch up and make sense of what he was looking at. The main floor was one large play area. There were several slings, all of which were occupied by naked men getting their arses filled. The rattle of chains and the crack of flesh against flesh transcended the obligatory techno music. A man in his thirties with the honed body of an Olympic athlete was bent across a leather bench. His wrists and ankles were bound to all four legs of the bench. His muscles glistened with sweat as they took up the strain of the position. His arse was spread and open, his cock and balls had been pulled down to rest against the edge of the counter while a slightly built Asian man worked him over with his hand, alternating slaps between his butt cheeks and his genitals.

“Jesus,” Marc gasped as he realised what was happening.

“I tried to warn you,” Jason said in his ear. “This place is a lot.”

He wasn’t kidding.

The heat was intense. It had to be from all those bodies. Jason took Marc by the wrist and led him onwards. “You wanted to see what it was all about. Well, this is it.”

A young blond man was laid out on some kind of vinyl-covered table, which spun like a lazy Susan turntable. His ankles rested on the shoulders of a muscle bear, who was giving it to his arse with long, well-controlled strokes. The boy’s mouth was filled with the dick of a handsome Hispanic man. The man licked his lips in ecstasy. Marc could clearly see the bulge in the boy’s throat with each inward thrust. And then both men pulled out of him and spun the turntable to swap his arsehole and mouth.

It was impossible not to think of Theo on that table. And as soon as the image was in his head, Marc wanted rid of it. He knew his brother would have revelled in every base pleasure The Viaduct had to offer, but he didn’t have to like the idea.

Jason seemed to sense his discomfort and led him away.

His was aware of people watching them wherever they went and understood why. They might be in their thirties and forties, but for the men in here, they were fresh meat.

The heat and the smells intensified as they wandered deeper into the vaults. Jason guided him down a passage with a low ceiling. Along one wall was a series of small, separate arched rooms. Within each one was a plastic-covered booth. Every room was occupied by groups of two, three or four. He saw blow jobs, fucking, rimming, spanking. In one room a man lay on his back while another cleaned his feet with his tongue. The corridor was thronged with watchers and people waiting to take their turn.

At the end of the corridor stood a man, naked except for a black leather mask and boots. He had a well-built, powerful physique, but it was not his body that drewMarc’s attention, it was the mask. It was like a prop from a horror film. The soft leather mask covered his entire head and face. In place of the mouth was an open zipper. Sharp eyes peered from two narrow slits. They bore into Marc as they approached and caused a shudder. The man wet his lips and gripped his substantial cock at the base, causing veins to pop along its length.

If the effect was intended to be arousing, it had the opposite outcome. He was like a creature from a nightmare, an agent from hell.

Marc stopped and gripped Jason’s wrist before they could go any further. Jason turned to him.

“Everything okay?” he mouthed.

“Let’s go back,” Marc said. Despite everything he had seen, the stranger in the mask had freaked him out the most.

In the main room, he saw the stairs that led to the next floor.

“What’s up there?” he asked.

Jason drew level. His hand came around Marc’s waist. “More of the same. Only it’s darker up there. Pitch black in some areas.”

Despite the heat, he shuddered. “I don’t think I need to see that.”

“No,” said Jason. “I don’t think so either. You ready to go?”

“I am.”

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