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In the 4 years that Makoto had lived in Iwatodai, he had never actually been in Club Escapade for fun.
Sure, he had gone in, but it was only to talk to someone, to find something, never to actually have fun. He had to wonder why they even let him in back then. They knew he had been underage, and yet, they never kicked him out. He hadn't been there since he became of age, though. He decided to change that.
Makoto had asked if anyone wanted to join him, but everyone was either busy or just didn't feel like it. He was going by himself. That's fine, he thought. He could still enjoy himself. He would listen to the club's music, have a few drinks, and maybe talk to someone. He had noticed the live band equipment on the stage, so maybe there would be a band there. He had never seen one play there, but there was always a chance.
Loud, thumping club music, people shouting to be heard, the strong smell of alcohol, all exactly how he expected it to be. There were a lot more people since he had last been in the club. It felt... overwhelming. Downing the rest of his drink, he stood up and sighed, making his way to the stairs that led to the bathrooms. As he descended, the music became quieter, and he could finally relax. Clubs just weren't for him, he figured. Sure, he loved music, but in an environment like that, he just couldn't relax the same way he could in his room. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the quietness, the faint sound of the music, his breathing. Until, of course, his bladder reminded him of why he went down the stairs in the first place.
Opening the door, he noted a presence before making his way to the urinals. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a stall, closing the door and pressing him against it, a hand covering his mouth to keep him quiet. Makoto tried to look at the person behind him, but the hand on his mouth kept him facing the door. He felt the other hand let go of his wrist and start trailing down his body. His body trembled, his panic growing as he tried to struggle against the man's grip.
"My, you are handsome, aren't you..." the man behind him murmured against his ear, his body pressing into Makoto's back. He was sure he recognised that voice, but he couldn't figure out why. He could feel the man's erection against his ass. He tried to protest, but he could only manage a whine as the man's hold was too strong. He heard the man laugh at his weak sounds, seemingly getting off on his fear. The hand on his mouth was removed, grabbing hold of one of his wrists and pinning it against the door, while the other made its way to Makoto's dick. That, he was not having. He immediately grabbed the man's wrist, stopping it before the hand touched him.
"Oh?" he heard. It was... questioning. A hint of anger. The man didn't like that, it seemed.
"Stop," Makoto demanded, trying to sound as angry as possible. He struggled, trying to pull his wrist from the man's grip, trying to move out of his hold, but the man seemed to be strong. He wasn't sure if it was the age difference or the effect of alcohol, but compared to him, Makoto felt weak. The man seemed to know this, as his hand was easily pulled out of Makoto's grasp, and made its way to his dick with nothing to stop it. He laughed when the boy let out a soft whine. He had gotten what he wanted, and he was going to get more.
Makoto froze when the man started palming him through his pants. He had almost forgotten about his need to piss, but now, he wasn't sure if he would even make it with all this going on. He tried to stop the man, but... he couldn't move. He was panicking, the reality of the situation setting in, and this man was too strong. He had to pee, and instead of doing that, he was being fondled by a man whose face he hadn't even seen yet. He weakly rested his free hand on the door, keeping himself steady, tensing his body. A soft moan left him involuntarily, causing the man behind him to chuckle, the hand on his dick not letting up. He sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself despite the situation.
Suddenly, the hand on his wrist let go, and before Makoto could wonder why, he felt it on his ass. A finger pressed against him, causing him to flinch, tensing up as he tried his best to not piss himself. He needed to tell this guy. Surely he wouldn't say no, right? But, the man was already doing this, so maybe not. Maybe it was hopeless. The finger pressed into him. He felt himself leak. A startled noise escaped him, the man's hand on his dick freezing. Both of them were still, quiet, the only sound they could hear being their breath. Makoto felt the man's breath against his ear again. It made him shudder.
"You have to go, do you?" the man whispered, making him shudder again, nodding, his gaze fixed on the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut, balling his hands into fists when the finger pushed in further, feeling his pants get tighter. He found himself feeling thankful for the erection. His pants would stay mostly dry that way. He wanted to run, to push the man back and run out of the club as fast as he could. He couldn't, though. He was scared.
His thoughts were interrupted by the man's finger going all the way in, Makoto letting out a loud moan in response, his hand flying up to his mouth to muffle his sounds as best he could. He felt the man pull back, and then felt a second finger pressing against him. He shook his head, trying to form the words to protest, but nothing came out. He could feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight, the hand on his dick still there, teasing him, barely moving. He almost willed it to just hurry up and move.
He felt the man pushing his fingers in again, and he had to will himself to keep quiet. It was hard, though, when there were two fingers inside him, stretching him without any lube. It hurt, but it also felt... good. It was different to when he did it to himself. The fingers inside him curled upwards and brushed against something that made him feel amazing, and he heard the man let out a pleased hum. He whined softly when the man pulled his fingers out, and he closed his eyes, daring to relax for a moment. He felt the tip of something against him and his eyes snapped open, his body froze. The hand on his dick moved to grab his hip, the other following suit, and suddenly the man thrust hard into him, no warning given.
Makoto could feel that spot being hit each time. Tears fell down his cheeks, his moans were muffled into his hand, and the only things keeping him steady were his hand on the door and the man's hands on his hips. He knew he wasn't going to last. He hoped the man wouldn't last either. His hips pushed back involuntarily as the man thrust forward. He heard the man groan, quickening his thrusts, tightening his grip on Makoto's waist. He would definitely wake up with bruises. He wasn't sure he cared. Just a little more...
As expected, after a few more thrusts, Makoto came, his pants feeling noticeably stickier. The man came soon after, thankfully pulling out beforehand, his cum hitting the floor. Before Makoto could even relax, though, he felt his bladder give way. He tried to stop it, but tensing did nothing. He had to let it happen. His piss ran down his leg, pooling beneath him. All he could do was watch the puddle grow. Neither of them said anything, the only sounds Makoto made being soft moans and sighs. Finally, his bladder was empty, and he could relax, closing his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. He heard the man moving behind him, then beside him, and he looked up at him for the first time.
He was... average. He was older than him, but his best guess was... 50s? Judging by the suit, he was a businessman. He wasn't sure what to say, but then, he noticed that the man was holding something out to him.
"Here. You don't have to repay me. I've been wanting to do this since we first met, Makoto. You remember our deal, right?"
Then, the man left.
Makoto looked down at what he was given; a pair of black jeans, the size tag was exactly his size. Looking back at the door, he wondered how the man knew his name.
His face went pale. He knew that man. He remembered their deal. He couldn't tell anyone about this.