Threesome of TFs: Liam and Rex (3)

[This story is inspired by this pic here.]

Backstage at the Locker Room, the hottest gay club in town, Liam strutted around in a new pair of sexy briefs he had just purchased. The other guys whistled and catcalled his sexy strut. Rex, the hairy musclebear who had worked there the longest, gave Liam a playful slap that ended in a squeeze. Liam grinned at the big guy, giving him a sexy pec flex and a playful tongue-wag.

“Looking good buddy,” Rex said in his gruff voice, stroking his moustache. “I keep telling you to go on stage with me. We’d light this place up.”

Liam winked. “Sorry, pops. I’m a one-man show. And I light this place up on my own, thank you very much.” To tease the older guy, he walked up to the backstage bathroom and, with the door open, dropped his briefs a bit and started to pee. “Hear that, Rex?” he called. “Right now I’m lighting up this toilet. I’m a goddamned sensation.”

Liam was glad he had developed a rapport with Rex. When he’d first been hired, Liam had balked at Rex’s offer to “show him the ropes” and his attempts to give Liam tips about making money, dealing with the grabby strip club manager and making sure he stayed on good terms with the other strippers, but Liam had seen it as an attempt to keep him out of the limelight. Even Tad, the Locker Room’s greasy owner, had made some comments about Rex being “on his way out” and Liam knew that, as the “hot new thing,” he didn’t want this older has-been ruining his on-stage rep.

In the two months since Liam had shown up, the tension between him and Rex had faded and they were on friendly terms now. Despite the fact that Liam was clearly the most sought after stripper at the Locker Room, Rex didn’t seem all that threatened by the younger man. Liam considered his playful teasing a nice treat for the old guy. He knew that hungry look Rex alway had when he looked at him. A little jerking him around, giving him something to whack off to later, was Liam’s little gift.

“You’re on in two minutes,” the manager said, and Liam ruffled through the little bureau next to his lit mirror in a panic.

“Fuck,” he said. “I need some oil! They go nuts when I oil myself up. I can’t not do it.”

“I’ve got something you can borrow,” Rex said, producing a little silver bottle and handing it to the younger guy. “Slather that on. They’ll go crazy.” Liam thanked him and hustled out on stage.

After his first sensual slow-mo dance to “Pony,” during which he had flexed every plump muscle in his rock-hard body (ending with slow-motion one-handed pushups on the stage) Liam rose to his feet and fetched the bottle of oil from the edge of the stage. The crowd had been driven into a frenzy. This was par for the course for made each of his pecs bounce to the beat of the music, then sensuously massaged each with oil until the mounds of muscle gleamed. Then he flexed his biceps and rubbed each down with the oil as if he were waxing a sportscar. He dropped down into a squat and oiled up his own quads, flexing and wobbling them as he rose up slowly. Then he oiled up his abs, rubbing his fingers between each veiny cobbled muscle.

The entire front row of the crowd were reaching up, desperate to get their hands on the polished stud on the stage, but Liam wasn’t ready to treat them just yet. He tugged down the front of his briefs to tease them with just the root of his cock, then spun around to jiggle his ass to crank up the sexual energy in the room to about eleven.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Rex standing just behind stage, watching intently. Liam paused for a moment, disarmed by Rex’s unusual interest in his performance, then reached down to yank off his briefs.

Something felt very wrong. He suddenly felt very tired. Everything went slow. He raised a hand to his head. It took forever to get there. He was starting to lose the crowd, he knew, so he tried to ignore whatever was happening to him. He spun around, yanked down his briefs to set his dick bouncing free, then… nothing.

The cheers and hollers of the horny men in the audience sounded weird, like he was hearing them from underwater. A couple of the audience members crawled onstage--why the fuck weren’t the bouncers running to push them back? Liam wondered. As they approached he wanted to back away but his legs wouldn’t move. Everything felt strange, like he was floating in warm water. Two men approached, one from the front while the other went behind, and searched his body greedily. He wanted to shove them back, throw up his arms to defend himself, run off stage… but he couldn’t move at all.

The worst part was their fingers on his body drove him WILD. Every inch of his skin felt as sensitive as his cockhead. His concern for his sudden inability to move, and the fact that he was being taken advantage of this state, suddenly vanished as every touch pushed him over the edge. Holy fuck he was going to cum, he worried--but for some reason, he never hit an orgasm. The tension just built, never releasing. God, he needed to come so bad. Had he been able to speak, he would have begged them to let him cum, offered anything, but he just stood there, trapped in his own beautiful body, driven mad by a level of pleasure he had never experienced before.

Then it stopped. He was both relieved and desperate for it to return. Unable to turn his head, he could only wonder who was shooing the two guys away until his savior walked into his line of sight: Rex. “Sorry, boys, but this here’s my property,” he chuckled. He looked into Liam’s eyes with a sinister smirk. Liam’s heart leapt at the sight. He was so grateful someone was there to help him.

“I can’t move!” he tried to shout. He heard his own voice in his head but the words never left his lips. “Something happened! You’ve got to do something! Call 911” Still, no sounds, no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re getting a whole new position here,” Rex said as he licked his lips. “Don’t think of it as a demotion. It’s more of a lateral move.” Rex turned around to face the audience and tore his shirt in half, flexing his massive musclebear body while Liam stood there helplessly.

Rex continued his dance, feeding of the energy Liam had built up in the room. He used Liam as if he were a prop, grinding up against him and popping his big biceps in Liam’s face. The contact was so exquisite Liam thought he may burst. This was insane: he knew he should be panicked beyond belief, but every time he was touched he wished he could never leave that moment.

Then Rex grabbed him and hoisted him over his head. He knew Rex was strong, but he lifted Liam as if he weighed nothing. In the mirrored ceiling Liam finally got a glimpse of himself. He almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing: Rex was holding over his head a mannequin that looked just like Liam, its cock erect, its mouth open in ecstasy, its eyes blank and lifeless.

The mannequin was him. He struggled to accept this as he felt Rex pressing him overhead repeatedly, watching the images in the mirror matching it.

After the show, Rex left the stage with fistfulls of money, dragging Liam’s light body easily with one arm. Backstage the other strippers took a look at Liam and poked fun at the stupid expression on his face. Some grabbed his cock or licked it, amused that the man who normally would never have let them near his perfect body could do nothing to fight back.

“Hope you’re comfy in there, buddy,” Rex said. “I figured out a way to extend my career a little bit, and it turns out everyone else here was in favor of the idea. You get to me my prop now. Don’t worry, buddy. People loved it. And the guy who sold me this oil said that you can still see, hear and feel--and that this all feels amazing to you. So it works out for both of us!” Rex stroked Liam lovingly as he talked to him. The sensations drove Liam so wild he almost couldn’t hear Rex talking to him.

“Well, our first night as a duo act is all over,” Rex said as the other strippers filtered out, the backstage crew shutting off the lights. “I’ll see you tomorrow. We’re going to make a boatload of money together.” Then Rex kissed him--it would have taken Liam’s breath away, had he had any breath--and then walked away leaving Liam alone in the dark, desperately wishing for someone to come back and touch him.