First session...

Kane is in the VIP section of the nightclub after a long, tiresome night. He is standing behind a chair waiting for his next client. He hears the door open and his heart pounds as he impatiently stares at the door, waiting for his next victim. Finally, Darnell walks in, just as Kane had imagined him - a strong, masculine figure. His eyes widen at the sight of the man who steps forward to take his place.

"I'm a real man… a straight pussy loving MAN! I just came to prove that! You wanta try to beat me… whip me… **** me into taking come and loving it like a fag!"

Kane stepped out of the shadows, his military hat making a soft clunking noise as it hit the cold, hard floor. His tight black latex pants squeaked as he moved. His chest heaving up and down as he took long, drawn out breaths. Darnell's taste had been spreading through the club like wildfire, and it was about time they finally met. Kane took on the pissed off, dominant demeanor that he knew Darnell loved, "Alright, boy. Can't you fucking keep your hands to yourself? Going around groping and grabbing everyone like it's some sort of fucking beggars dream. You want a real fucking good time? Then you're going to do as I say." The brooding, big man of a man sauntered out, putting himself standing directly next to Darnell. Kane could already feel the hard cock in Darnell's pants pressing against his own.

"You just want to live a little, don't you, slut?" Kane chuckled wickedly, lifting Darnell by the hair and pulling his head back to forcefully kiss him.

His heavy, muscular body pressed against Darnell's, completely enveloping the smaller man. Strong hands gripped each of Darnell's arms, smooth skin swishing and swirling in the dimly lit room as he pushed and squeezed. Kane's breath hot and stale against Darnell's ear, his deep, rumbling voice causing chills down the other man's spine. "We're going to do this my way, you understand? Now, are you ready for the best time of your fucking life?"

Darnell snorted derisively, panting heavily and lost in the moment. His heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Kane gripped a leash from his belt, and clipped it onto Darnell's collar, tugging it to make the smaller man follow him. They walked through the dark halls of the club, Kane's large, sweaty hand replaced the cold wall that Darnell leaned on. He could hear his own heart thudding in his chest like a war drum. This was it; the fantasy become a reality.

As soon as they reached a dimly lit room, Kane pushed Darnell down onto his knees. "Seeing you like this, on your knees, makes me so fucking hard. You're half the man I am. It's about time you born knowing your fucking place." His hand gripped the leash tightly, Darnell snarled as he tried to stand back up not wanting to be the submissive. But Kane was stronger and pushed him back down.

His hands gripped Darnell's neck, giving him a soft, menacing squeeze. "For being so fucking disobedient, I'm going to teach you a lesson." He didn't wait for a response. Kane's hand quickly moved to the zipper of Darnell's pants, pulling it down and releasing his erection from its confines.

Without wasting any time, Kane took Darnell's long, curved cock into his mouth and started to suck. The surprise made Darnell's hips jerk. The feeling of sending a man such as Kane to his knees had made his heart race, even more, the pleasure overwhelming him. The tongue swelling against his cock, lips working as it sped up and took more within the confines of his mouth. He could feel it Corporal Kane's beard scratching against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh causing a different kind of pleasure.

Darnell moaned and gripped Kane's head through the haze of pleasure. Kane could sense his readiness peaking, that vigorous pumping from before made the anticipated finish just at the end of the tunnel. "Damn... fuk'in." Darnell begged, his hands balling into fists on the floor as he fought the compulsion to touch.

Kane stopped abruptly; Darnell groaned in frustration "Not yet!" Kane ordered, slapping him playfully on his cheek. Darnell whined in protest, angry that he was so close to release only to have it denied.

Once Darnell calmed down, Kane pushed him onto his back, his thick muscles rippling under his tight black latex pants. Darnell gazed up at the man who currently dominated his every desire. Kane had a mix of sadistic cruelty and gentleness that made Darnell feel both terrified and aroused. It was a paradox that Darnell found completely enjoyable.

Darnell's frustration from earlier only served to heighten the passion and desire. Rigid and aching, Darnell watched as Kane pulled his pants and underwear down, his long, thick cock finally sprung free. Darnell couldn't help but stare at it, his breath hitched at the sight, Kane's member looked so big Darnell thought it would tear him in half. Kane, guessing his thoughts, replied, "Don't worry, I'll take it slow. This won't hurt, it'll feel like nothing else you've ever experienced."

"I'm ready for whatever you got," Darnell replied, his voice slightly shaky but determined.

Kane's face took on an angry, domineering look as he aligned his throbbing cock with Darnell's entrance. He gave one powerful thrust and buried himself to the hilt. Darnell shouted in pain and surprise, the sudden invasion almost more than he could handle.

But Kane was relentless, pulling out slowly before thrusting hard again. He quickly picked up pace, slamming into Darnell with fury and dominance. Darnell's pleas for respite fell on deaf ears, lost in the fury and passion that wrapped them in a swirling maelstrom of raw carnal energy.

As the room filled with the rasp of skin against skin and the thud of bodies slamming together, the number of thrusts increased, each one bringing them closer to the cresting wave of pleasure that would soon crash down upon them. The room was filled with the sound of the bed creaking under their combined weight, and the skin-on-skin slap of bodies in heat.

And finally, in the middle of that nightclub fever dream, amidst the clamor and the chaos, the pleasure overwhelmed them, a tidal wave of ecstasy that broke over them both. Kane buried himself to the hilt as he stiffened, his body shuddering violently as he reached the pinnacle. This was what Kane wanted; for his own mark to be left on Darnell. And as he came, he felt like it was his very soul that he left deep within Darnell.

In those brief, **** moments, as the climax washed over them, the hurt and the humiliation felt insignificant. There was only the feeling of union in that room, of two men stripped bare, and losing themselves in the ecstasy of raw, unabashed passion.