THE DARKROOM TALES: COMMAND AND CONTROL NSFW 18+ GAY EROTICA STORY
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We’re kicking things off with a full version for all readers to experience… "Command and Control", a deep dive into the leather scene. But this is only the beginning. From cowboys to military men, firehouses to private encounters, we’ll explore a range of masculine archetypes and raw, cinematic moments in ways that feel real, tactile, and captivating. You can also check out the podcast accompanying the series. For those of you who prefer listening rather than reading your fantasies,
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Now onto our first erotic story…⭐😎
COMMAND AND CONTROL
The red neon hums against the brickwork, casting long, stretching shadows across the floor. The scent of leather, whiskey, and smoke thickens in the air—a cocktail of nostalgia and presence.
Boots move—slow, measured. A rhythm of knowing. A rhythm of control.
At the bar, figures linger, draped in heavy jackets, fingers adjusting gloves, sipping from weighted glasses. The atmosphere is threaded with quiet expectation—not rushed, not hesitant, just understood.
And then—him.
The older man is exactly where he belongs—where he always is. Seated beneath the EXIT sign’s red haze, a glass of Scotch, surveying the room with a gaze that misses nothing.
Tonight, he isn’t alone.
The younger man stands beside him—fresh leather, untested but eager, fingers grazing the rim of his glass like a silent question.
A glance. A nod. A slow inhale.
The older man leans back slightly, adjusting his gloves—black leather, worn but polished—before flicking his wrist in the slightest, most imperceptible gesture.
The younger man hesitates. But only for a breath.
He knows what this moment is. What it could be.
He kneels before the older man, head tilted back, lips parted in quiet supplication, awaiting the gift of the golden stream. The arcing liquid, shimmering in the neon light, promised ownership, submission and acceptance into the brotherhood. Though he has never tasted water this way before, the younger man yields to the unfamiliar ritual, eager to prove his devotion. He drinks, not only to quench his thirst but to honor the moment—to bind himself to something older, something sacred.
The murmurs of conversation shift—small groups adjusting positions, eyes flicking in silent acknowledgment. Brotherhood unspoken.
At the far end of the bar, a man in midnight-blue leather leans against the counter, a cigar resting between his fingers. The burn of amber whiskey sits untouched beside him, waiting.
Across the room, two men stand near the pool table, one rolling the cue between his fingers, testing the weight. The other watches, quiet amusement in his gaze. The next shot is deliberate, controlled—the crack of contact sharp against the low hum of voices.
A flicker of movement—someone entering through the back, the sweep of his leather coat gliding over the floor, a presence felt before it is fully seen.
Glances are exchanged.
A nod.
A shift in weight.
A slow, deliberate pause—wet lips parted slightly before the mysterious stranger speaks, revealing slight traces of a French accent… Jason’ cock swells against his tight leather trousers at the sound...
“YOU boy!”, the French Master commands, pointing his black leather gloved finger at Jason. “ You appear to have something trying to make an appearance in your pants…”
The Frenchman beckons, a silent command pulling Jason forward as if the very air is shifting around him. In that instant, time itself seemes to falter—the rhythmic clack of pool balls stills, the murmurs of quiet wagers dissolve into silence. Even the whiskey drinker, mid-sip, lets his glass hover just shy of his lips, unwilling to break the moment’s fragile suspense. All eyes hang on the unfolding scene, the anticipation thick enough to taste. Something is about to happen. Something that demands witness.
The sound of leather unzipping; a gloved hand moving up and down inside Jason's now open trousers.
The touch making Jason' cock leak pre-cum in rivers; sending tingles running up and down his spine. "You want me inside of you boy?"
Jason stands speechless. "Help him to his position men," the Frenchman barks, as four beefy guys shove Jason roughly to the floor, pulling his leather trousers down to his knees. Jason tilts his pale, smooth ass upwards, letting his Master know he is ready to receive him.
“You’ve been wanting this for a long time!” the French Master gloats, placing his hand over Jason's part-open mouth and guiding his veiny cock inside him, past the first ring. The pain as his thrusts become rougher and deeper send muted grunts from both men. His pace quickening as he moves in and out of Jason's stretching gape.
The Frenchman fucking mercilessly for what feels like forever before lifting the exhausted blonde haired man up, back slammed against the wall, legs akimbo so he can drill even deeper into his burning hole; balls slapping skin in a frenzy, sending Jason’s cum splattering onto the floor.
Sweat pours down Jason’s face. “Shit…Fuck, oh Fuck,” he cries as his Master simultaneously releases load after load deep inside of him.
The French Master pulls out fast - his cock still pulsating loads. Jason, dazed and sore fumbles to reclaim his dignity; hands grasping at the leather around his ankles. But before he can pull himself fully upright, the Frenchman’s hand cuts through the moment—firm, deliberate, stopping him cold. The space between them thickens, charged with unspoken command. The air itself seems to draw still, waiting, listening. Jason's breath hitched. Whatever comes next would not allow retreat.
“Boy!! That was just the entrée!” The Frenchman steadies himself, inhaling sharply, a fleeting moment of composure settling over him like a threadbare cloak.
Then, with the slightest flick of his hand, he summons the waiting figures. The men, broad-shouldered and formidable, shift as one, answering the silent command. The room contracts around them, the air growing dense with expectation. The moment has turned. There is no going back as the group wrestles Jason back to the floor, licking up along his cum soaked thighs, traveling to his creamy hole.
The older man under the Exit sign tilts his chin slightly, eyes lingering on the figures now thrusting and sucking in front of him.
The scent of cigar smoke folds into the air between them, curling at the edges of his awareness.
Another sip from the glass.
Another satisfied moment in the stillness.
A question, unspoken…
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