-Thank you all for the feedback on my first story and thank you for the kind encouragement!
--This is the second part of the series "Subversion." While I consider this story standalone, I would also recommend you read the first part of the series, "Subversion Ch. 1: Becca Loves to Dance" for context.
---This is a work of fiction. The characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Aiden rushed through the bathroom door, his cock bulging uncomfortably in his jeans, but all the stalls were full. The thought of Becca, his gorgeous girlfriend, dancing and grinding up against him lingered in his mind, absorbing his thoughts as he tried to think of what to do. He had to get off and he had to get off now. He was mad with lust, and his cock ached for release.
Stepping outside the men's restroom, he looked around the club for Becca, but couldn't see her. He thought he might tell her he forgot something in the car, then he could go there -- a lie that was sure to upset her, but the situation was dire. The thumping music crushed his eardrums painfully and there was no point in trying to call for her.
As he looked for Becca whirling and spinning among the writhing dancers, he saw the solution to his problem. There was an employee restroom near the VIP entrance. No one seemed to be near it, the bouncer for the VIP entrance had his head turned, and so, Aiden made a split decision. He ran to the door, flipped it open and shut it quickly behind him.
The bathroom was unspectacular but for the fact that it was clean; white porcelain, white tile, the usual sink, faucet, paper towel dispenser and other fixtures. He wasted no time in pushing his pants to the ground. His cock, average by most standards, sprung free like a diving board. He gripped it hard and stroked it, imagining Becca on the dance floor twerking her ripe apple ass in front of him.
It took him less than a minute to build up, his balls were full of cum long before he even set foot in the bathroom, but just as he was about to climax, he heard the sound of a woman giggling.
He wasn't sure where it came from. The bathroom was small -- he was alone. Outside the door maybe? He looked behind him to check the lock -- it was turned securely in its chamber and all he could hear was the dull sound of the club through the door.
Then he heard her again.
He held his cock in his hand still, waiting for the sound of the woman. Was it through the wall? Was it in his head? Distantly the girl had sounded like Becca, but he doubted she would be laughing if she could see him now. If anything, she would be madder than a hornet. "You should be out there dancing with me!" He heard her voice say in his head. He knew she hated when he did this to her, but he couldn't afford another accidental jizz-in-your-pants situation. She would catch on this time for sure -- if she hadn't already known that it happened once before.
"Oh my God!" a women's voice plainly said and turning to where it came from, he finally saw it: a circular hole in the wall at waist level.
"You can keep going," the voice said. Aiden's hand had never left his cock and he absentmindedly continued stroking it up and down. Unsure of himself, his rhythm was slow as he watched the hole in the wall, trying to imagine who the woman was behind it.
"Oh, don't be shy." She said, "You have a nice cock! Give it a good pump for us."
Aiden increased the rhythm on his dong, but he was still wary as he watched the hole. Us? What did she mean by us? But the fear he felt about who was watching subsided quickly. He was Mt Everest hard and not thinking clearly. Thinking about whoever was watching him suddenly started to feel very good, and his cock seemed to swell even more.
"That's hot baby," the voice said, "Why don't you stand to the side so we can see just how long you are."
Aiden knew he was average, and their request made him worry. In his mind, he thought this was all a trick or that it wasn't real but he stood to the side regardless, and pushed his hips out a tad, just to give his cock a few extra centimeters.
"Yeah baby! What a nice cock. Why don't you wiggle it around a little bit for us. My friend has never seen one in real life before."
Aiden couldn't help but feel a little sense of pride and though he felt silly, he wiggled his cock so that it flopped side to side and up and down. The women on the other side of the wall giggled, and he smiled a little.
"What's your name?" Aiden said.
"No talking baby. If you do what we say, you might get to play with us. How does that sound?"
Aiden wasn't sure he was supposed to talk, so he stood there, feeling a little dumb.
"Why don't you give your cock a little wiggle if that's a yes." The woman said, and Aiden complied, waggling his cock up and down.
"Good," she said laughing, "now be a good boy and take your clothes off."
Aiden stumbled as he tried and failed to slip his pants off over his shoes. The women giggled on the other side of the wall.
"No stupid!" the woman said, ribbing him, "Go slooow. Be sexy."
Aiden stopped and took a deep breath. Slowing down, he tried his best to pull them off seductively. One leg came off at a time, and he didn't trip, which was the best he could do.
"Shirt now," the woman said.
Aiden pulled his shirt up. He was a lanky, fit man. As far as sheer muscle mass went, he was lacking, but he did have a six pack, which was maybe the only thing he was proud of about his body. Becca even liked it, and she loved seeing him with his shirt off. Once, on the dance floor, after he had come out of the bathroom and could handle her sexy rhythms better, she had tried to pull his shirt up over his head, like some of the other men in the club. He had stopped her, nervous and unsure; something he regretted.
Once his shirt was over his well-toned stomach, he pulled it off over his head. He now stood naked in front of the gloryhole, apart from his shoes.
"My little pet is shy, but she likes your abs, I can tell." The woman said, "Now keep stroking that dick for us. Nice and slow to the side so we can see."
Aiden did as commanded and slowly worked his shaft. Somewhere in the back of his brain, he knew he should leave and go catch up with Becca, but it was a small thought. Barely a tap on the door of his cerebellum. Plus, he was still as hard as stone. If this really was the first cock one of them had seen, he was now determined it would be a good show.
"Ughhh," He moaned in satisfaction, thinking about Becca. That they hadn't had sex yet seemed like a Shakespearean tragedy to him. He wasn't a virgin, and though she acted like she was, he knew that she wasn't either. He was going to get in her pants one day, he was sure of that, but the waiting was killing him. Aiden thought about what Becca's ass would look like, unencumbered by pants. What it would feel like to squeeze her ass cheeks without the barrier of her jeans between his fingers and her flesh. It made his cock swell thinking about the soft skin on his fingers.
"What are you thinking about?" The woman said.
Aiden stopped for a moment. He wasn't sure he should answer honestly, "Umm, I'm thinking about this girl I was dancing with."
The woman scoffed, "You sure she was just some girl you were dancing with?"
"Yeah," Aiden said. Alarmed by the woman's pointed question. Did she know he had a girlfriend? That he was talking about Becca? He hesitated as he pumped his cock.
"Keep stroking that cock, baby. Keep stroking it," the woman purred
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