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Jinx

“The greatest education in the world is watching masters at work.” Michael Jackson – although I doubt this is what he meant, Jinx

T he pavement rolls underneath me as I leave Uprising, Georgia in the rearview. The burning desire to feel the wind against my skin has me more than ready to hit the open highway. My sunglasses remain in place as daylight gives way to the evening dusk and then into the darkness of night. I’m used to the adjustments in lighting, so this is nothing new. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. While I may not be a man of faith or filled with religious principles, there are things I value. My identity, the man I was raised to be, the things that matter to me, they are mine and mine alone. So rather than give anyone the upper-hand to read behind my eyes, I keep them covered as much as possible. It’s simply part of me.

Like the bike under me, my sunglasses are an extension of my soul. I don’t know where I would be without the machine and the Kings of Carnage Motorcycle Club. Good thing, I won’t ever have to find out.

Sometimes the walls close in and I have to ride out the battle raging in my mind. As the miles pass by, I lose myself in the vibration of the machine under me. The fall chill to the air hits my exposed face, reminding me I’m alive. I don’t know how to explain it, but there is something about the highway under me and the air surrounding me that I feel every beat of my heart like never before. Each breath I inhale is another reminder I’m still kicking.

Growing up my younger years were spent in the islands. My mother was Polynesian and she believed in the power of the earth. Now as a man, every ride where I feel the wind whip around me I feel a piece of my past once again. Maybe it’s genetics or maybe it’s the way I was brought up. Either way, I need to feel the air hit my skin.

In a matter of hours I cross into Alabama, heading to the place. One of my favorite spots for both business and pleasure.

An industrial park with a hidden gem inside is my target for the evening. A true gift for a man like me. Rolling to a stop beside a bike I instantly recognize, I drop my kickstand and kill the engine. Removing my lid, I secure the helmet to my bike before I head to the entrance. With a nod to Apollo as he opens the door, I enter the domain.

Inside, the space is blacked out with only the neon blue lights overhead as crown molding to guide you into the recesses of the building. The hallway opens to a common area with a bar dead-center with the same neon lights set as under-glow for the bar top. Casually, people meander around looking for their potential mate for the evening. The air is full of lust and power. The hedonistic desires in me only climb higher and higher.

Knowing what lies beyond this open space, I make my way deeper into the den without a single word to anyone. Making a right down a corridor, I follow a path I have taken many times before. The green light over the door illuminates, and instantly, my heart thumps harder and faster in my chest. Opening the door, I enter the private room, finding it completely empty.

Just the way I prefer to start.

Flipping the lock to the door followed by the light switch for the outside bulb, I make my presence known to any passersby. That is the signal this room is now occupied and not open for further companionship. That single switch for the outside bulb changes it from the green light to join the room to a red light meaning occupied and unavailable. There isn’t a detail missing in this place. Upon entering, I press the button on the wall to lift the frost over the glass of the front wall.

The eight by ten space of the room Is filled only with a single leather loveseat along with a side table centered in the room. The walls to the left and right are painted in a matte black so the red neon lights that create a molding around the ceiling don’t create any glare off the walls. The bulkhead in front of me is solid glass. The seamless composite of material gives me a clear view to the show ahead. With the press of a single button on the wall, the glass goes from frosted over, preventing visibility, to a glorious scene of uninhabited adult desires unleashed before me. Like a two-way mirror, I can see to the scene in front of me, but still remain anonymous.

Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

My brand of kink comes in watching. This facility satisfies my every desire.

Settling in on the couch, my sunglasses remain in place. Black wrap frames around black polarized lenses. Regardless of the fact that the glass prevents the participants on the other side from seeing me, I prefer to wear my sunglasses at all times indoors and out, daylight and darkness. The eyes are the gateway to the soul. No one gets to see my depths.

With my legs splayed wide, my boots firmly to the ground, I steeple my hands together over my torso and watch. My breathing evens out as my entire body relaxes.

In front of me, a young woman is displayed on a Triangle Cross that is tilted at an angle. Her ankles are bound to the bottoms of the board with her wrists restrained over her head at the top, putting her in a spread-eagle fashion. She is collared in a gorgeous red leather material with a matching red bar gag in her mouth. Rather than using a traditional ball gag her master has chosen this for its ability to allow her to moan and bite down visibly. I watch the saliva run down her chin, literally imaging how wet her pussy is right this second as she, no doubt, craves the release she’s seeking. A red satin blindfold makes me wonder if she’s enjoying every sensation more now that she can’t see. Her tits are held in a push up red leather bustier with matching panties done in a red mesh revealing a small patch of dark curls around her pussy. Her long black hair cascades down, only accenting her tits more. The master in the room with her paces slowly around the artwork he’s made for me out of her very body.

From behind the cross, he reveals a leather scourge whip with tendrils that have small jewels at the ends. He whips the cat-o-nine tails from behind, lashing her abdomen which flexes in reaction. Over and over he hits her skin, each time the flesh blushing to the touch. He remains in place behind the cross and reaches out to pull her plump tit from its place in her corset. Before she can adjust to the exposure, the whip comes across her pointed nipple as her body jolts from contact.

My cock hardens as she arches her back, taking the blow. On a moan with a deep breath, she visibly relaxes once again. The Dom drags the scourge across her belly before he continues the whips against her tit. Over and over again, he continues to work the sensitive flesh. Her body trembles with each contact. I rub my aching cock through my jeans as the show continues in front of me.

The Dom begins to smack the tails against the mesh material covering her pussy. Patting her pussy repeatedly before he moves from behind her and around to the front. I watch in anticipation as the Dom drops the whip and kneels before the sub. He wastes no time getting at his task. Tearing the thin material from her body, he leans in and licks from her belly button all the way down to her sweet juncture. With my eyes glued to the scene in front of me, I eagerly enjoy every tremble her body makes.

While devouring her pussy, the Dom reaches up to tweak her nipples as the sub throws her head back, taking every bit of pleasure from the man on his knees in front of her.

The hidden door in the left wall opens right on time. With a sultry strut, Annika makes her way over to me.

She’s a sub I’ve topped before. Hell, even in this very room under a similar set of circumstances. Tonight, though, I’m here for business, so I don’t have time to give her what she’s seeking. I will gladly take from her, though, because I feel my own release rising inside of me.

As she approaches, her eyes try to get a read on me behind my glasses. This is something I’m used to from most people. Annika is forever a curious one, attempting to ask me questions or garner more of my time. Desperate isn’t my thing, and at times this little snatch is exactly that. I keep my head straight forward but watch her every move out of the corner of my eye. Reaching me, she drops to her knees without a word and bows her submission to me, casting her eyes to my boots.

That’s what this place is about. Every person in the building knows what they desire. No judgement and no words need to be spoken. Annika knows I can take her to highs unimaginable without ever putting my cock in her cookie jar.

“Suck my dick,” I command without taking my eyes from the show in front of me. Annika chose to enter this room and give into my every desire.

Tonight my wishes are singular, selfish, and she also knows this is a possibility she will leave here still wanting.

The Dom in the scene in front of me stands, turning the apparatus slightly to the side and giving me a different angle. Three fingers he holds up and, without a single hesitation, he jams them into the sub at the same time he leans in to suck and then bite her nipples. She cries out, biting hard onto the bar in her mouth as her entire body pulls against the restraints holding her in place.

Annika doesn’t hesitate, easily unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans to release my throbbing cock.

She wraps her hand around my member to stroke me. Someone is naughty tonight. I didn’t give her a command to jack me off, her job is to suck my dick, period. She should understand the punishment I will give her is the kind to leave a mark if she continues to test me. I’m not in the mood for a sub to top from the bottom this evening. I growl. “Suck it,” I order losing patience.

I know what she’s doing, and it won’t work.

She gazes up at me as I keep my head in place. With a whimper, she drops her head, opening her mouth and engulfing my large dick as far as she can take me back. With her hand covering the rest of my shaft, she begins to work me as the Dom continues to make the sub come in front of me.

The Dom removes his hand and pulls away from her body, I watch the sub drop her head, desperate for more. My balls tighten as Annika works me harder and faster, all while I keep my eyes focused ahead.

The Dom again repositions the Triangle Cross and angles it in a way that the sub is displayed for me as he then picks up a dildo. He wastes no time in thrusting it deep inside the woman as he works her up.

Just as the sub begins to tremble, he drops down to lick and suck her pussy while still working the dildo. Annika works me in the same rhythm, and in a matter of moments, I feel the tension down my spine before I stiffen and blow my load down her throat. She swallows what she can, and when she can take no more, she lets my jizz fall down her chin onto the floor beneath us. I pay no attention to her. I don’t even bother to pat her head. I’m mesmerized by the sub losing all control.

When Annika finishes draining my member of every drop of come I have, I reach over to the table and retrieve the towels that are inside. I toss one to Annika without a word and then clean myself up with the other before I tuck my junk away. Annika remains on her knees, wiping her face without pushing me for more. She knows the deal. If I was here for pleasure only, I’d give the whore as good as she gave, but this is business, so time isn’t on her side tonight.

Without another word, I stand, pulling my wallet from my back pocket, grabbing a hundred-dollar bill and tossing it to the ground in front of her. While payments aren’t required, I know Annika has a three-year-old son to support and a husband who is a worthless waste of existence that won’t keep a job or his dick in his pants.

Yeah, I know she’s a married woman. I know every member of this exclusive club because as the Kings of Carnage, we know everything about everyone we interact with. Her marital woes are not my business. This is how I live my life. I don’t want anyone all up in my shit, so I don’t get into anyone else’s unless it’s about my club. If it doesn’t involve the Kings, then it simply doesn’t matter.

Brushing past the unmoving woman in front of me, I exit the space, never explaining myself. Is it a dick move? Well, considering she’s not a hooker and I just paid her, probably. But I’m not one to take without some kind of give, even if it’s just cash.

Going down the hall and taking two left turns at the appropriate times, I make my way to the office of Gerard, the Headmaster. Two knocks and I twist the knob to enter without waiting for an invitation. The man sits behind his oversized desk in an Italian leather chair waiting for me. He knows what the club provides for him and he knows what I’m here for tonight.

“Master Jinx,” he greets, standing and extending a hand. “I’ve been expecting you. Apollo has been on top of collections.”

I don’t return the gesture and only give a nod in acknowledgement. I know Apollo has been on top of collections because I’ve been in touch with him. There isn’t a single player in the line of associates pushing our product that I don’t know about. I’m thorough with my job.

He moves to the safe and retrieves the envelope I’m here for and hands it to me. “The money is all here.”

I nod as I take the package and secure it in my back pocket. On my way to the exit, I give a subtle nod to Bouncer who has been here waiting at the bar, so he knows to follow. It was his bike I parked beside when I arrived.

Bouncer is a Nomad in the Kings of Carnage MC. I called him to be my backup tonight because I wanted the ride from Uprising to Bama to be one I took alone. With my movement to the exit, he stands and makes his way deeper into the facility. He is off the clock, so to speak, in watching my back, so now he can indulge in his own delights for the evening.

Bouncer and I have similar sexual desires in control and dominance. He’s the one who found this place as a perfect hideaway to move some product through. It’s been a profitable avenue for the Kings of Carnage MC for sure.

Release.

I’ve had it.

Revenue.

I’ve got it.

Ride.

Now I get right back to it.

The open road under the night’s sky on my way back to Uprising and my life as a King.

Damn, I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

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