[05-31] [Private performance]

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This was Han's first time at "Grey," but he'd heard of its reputation before.
It was the city's largest gay bar, renowned within the community, frequented by high-ranking politicians and business elites—a fact, of course, kept secret.
The reason for his visit was an invitation from a major client, following a large-scale transaction. Han didn't particularly like this kind of thing, but as a businessman, socializing was unavoidable.
He was slightly surprised to learn the place was "Grey," but didn't show it; he didn't realize his client had such a penchant.
It wasn't that Han was averse to homosexuality, but he found embracing women more comfortable than men. He couldn't imagine holding a man's penis in his hand, or having a man's hand touch his own.
The group used the VIP elevator to enter their reserved private room, settling into sofas around a semi-circular stage. Well-trained waiters brought warm towels, drinks, cigarettes, and fruit.
After a short wait, a burst of rhythmic music began, and the surrounding lights went out, leaving only the bright white spotlights illuminating the small stage in perfect detail.
A thought crossed Han's mind: could this be a live sex show? Such erotic performances exist abroad. Han pondered what excuse he should use to leave if it were true.
Just as Han was speculating, a young man stepped onto the stage from the shadows.
He wore a black silk t-shirt, black leather pants tightly hugging his long legs, and a mask covering his face, revealing only his thin, red lips and pointed chin.
To the music, the young man slowly began to undress, his movements languid and casual, yet incredibly erotic.
He crossed his arms, grasped the hem of his t-shirt, and slowly pulled it up, revealing a striking contrast between his pale upper body and the black clothing. When he was almost down to his chest, he stopped, his red nipples peeking out, arousing arousal.
When the leather pants were gracefully removed, the boy's supple body, clad only in black underwear, was fully exposed. His slender frame, somewhere between boy and man, possessed a cool, sensual quality distinct from femininity; its clean lines and luminous sheen were breathtaking.
Unlike his erotic gestures, the boy's eyes were cold, like frozen rivers, carrying an air of asceticism.
Han felt a sudden urge to breathe, his throat dry. In a daze, he seemed transported back to many years ago, to that sweltering afternoon, to that seventeen-year-old boy watching his first adult film, his face flushed, witnessing the world of pornography.
Only the heavy breathing of the men could be heard in the dark booth.
The boy's performance ended quickly, and two more men came up to perform. But Han had no interest in watching; his thoughts were completely consumed by the boy's body and his own burning desire.
You couldn't see the guests below, but their lustful eyes gleamed in the darkness, their gazes causing a strange stinging sensation.
You himself felt no arousal, for he was sexually frigid.
He could perform any erotic act without hesitation, because these actions meant nothing to him, evoked no associations, and naturally, felt no shame.
In Yu's memory, he vaguely recalled having similar impulses when he first entered adolescence, but his clearer memory was of the crowded space of the orphanage, where people were always around, and there was no privacy.
The doctor said his body was normal, and the lack of personal space was likely the cause, suggesting he see a psychologist. The psychologist, however, said it might be psychological, and he had to overcome it himself.
After a day of performances, Yu was called to the manager's office, where a contract lay on a leather desk.
The manager said a client wanted him to perform privately.
Yu said he didn't sell his body.
The manager said the client hadn't requested sex, and the price was very high.
Yu looked at the contract; the amount was indeed tempting, and he needed the money.
Yu made two conditions: no touching and no requests for specific actions. If he agreed, the contract would be formed; if not, it was off.
The manager looked hesitant and said, "Let me ask."
Unexpectedly, the client readily agreed.
The contract was to be fulfilled on the top floor of a high-end hotel in a seaside resort area for seven days, for a single client.
Yu stood before the ornate wooden door. A waiter, carrying luggage, opened the door and ushered him in.
It was a luxurious suite; the spacious living room opened onto a white terrace facing the sea, with a small blue swimming pool.
A tall man leaned against the carved railing, scrutinizing him with a kingly gaze.
Han looked at the young man with satisfaction; his face was as he had imagined, with a youthful innocence and a cold expression.
They quickly agreed on the details: the performance would take place every night, with free time during the day.
Night fell, and the sweet and seductive night of ** was just beginning…
All the windows were closed, all the curtains were drawn, and almost all the lights were off, leaving only a few small spotlights, with soft music playing.
Han sat comfortably on the sofa, sipping his wine, completely relaxed.
Yu appeared in the dim light, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. He began unbuttoning his shirt, his hand slipping inside his chest, caressing his chest. His shirt slipped down to below his shoulders, but wasn't completely off. He then unbuttoned his jeans, revealing glimpses of black underwear.
Suddenly, You crouched down, kneeling on the ground, crawling towards Han like a cat, his posture both arrogant and erotic. He crawled to Han, using his hands to support himself on Han's thighs as he slowly stood up, taking the glass of wine from Han's hand and downing it in one gulp. Then he pressed his knee between Han's legs; he was already erect.
Han's breathing quickened as he watched You slowly remove his shirt, the boy's pale body emerging in the dim light, gleaming slightly as if coated with oil. His body gradually heated up, the heat gathering in his lower abdomen.
You gently rubbed between Han's legs with his knee, feeling it grow increasingly hard, then slipped his hands into the waistband of his jeans, slowly pulling them down inch by inch.
The two were very close, close enough to see the texture of each other's skin.
Yu braced himself against the sofa behind Han, his lips moving downwards, a half-touch, half-awake... then he looked up and saw the man before him, his expression filled with desire, his eyes deep and intense.
This man was immersed in lust; he was feeling pleasure, wasn't he? Yu thought to himself, a vague idea surfacing in his mind: to see just how far
he could drive him mad. Han was struggling with desire, yearning to touch the boy's body. He saw a bead of sweat roll down Yu's neck, leaving a glistening trail that flowed down to his nipple. Without thinking, he licked the sweat away. "
You broke the contract," Yu said, frowning. He reached out and grabbed Han's chin, pushing his head back, while his other hand slipped into Han's pants, grasping his erection and stroking it up and down.
Han threw his head back, a surge of intense pleasure rising from his waist, a feeling of ecstasy washing over him, his body tensing... and he ejaculated.
Yu pulled his hand out of Han's pants and held it out to him, his fingers glistening with milky white semen. As You wiped his hands clean with Han's expensive shirt, he said, "This is a one-time thing, don't let it happen again!"

The resort was beautiful, with a bright blue sky, cotton-like white clouds, and a turquoise sea. You was in a good mood. His room was large, and the bed was soft. He liked large rooms; having enough space was important to him.
Han was a very gentlemanly person; he never interfered with You's activities during the day and always fulfilled his requests.
Yu floated in the blue swimming pool, watching the person sitting under the parasol. Dressed in white casual wear, he was relaxed and languid, perfectly in keeping with the seaside atmosphere. He held a magazine, but Yu knew his mind wasn't on it.
Yu knew his gaze had never left her. A very persistent person, Yu thought to herself, needing to be careful.
Han stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the fiery sunset gradually fading, night was approaching. What kind of performance would tonight be? He had been looking forward to it since dinner; in fact, he had been anticipating the night all day.
Yu emerged from the bathroom, wearing a loose t-shirt and beach shorts, drying his hair with a towel. He saw Han sitting at the large dining table, a bottle of wine in front of him. He walked over, and Han handed him a glass, the red liquid shimmering in the crystal glass.
"Goldon, 1854," Han said, raising his glass to Yu. Yu didn't object, and they both drank it down, then their eyes met, understanding each other perfectly.
You jumped onto the dining table, spun around, walked to Han, sat down, and stretched out his long, shapely legs. Then You turned around, his back to Han, and took off his t-shirt. In the backlight, the boy's perfect back and the smooth curves of his waist exuded strength and allure.
Han couldn't take his eyes off him. Unable to resist, he reached out and stroked the boy's back, feeling the warmth of his skin, the touch of his fingers, and the faint scent of shower gel. "
You've broken the contract again," You said, turning around with a
displeased tone. Han smiled, shrugging his shoulders in resignation.
You jumped off the table, looked around, and then went to the window, untying the curtain cord.
You used the cord to tie Han's hands to the armrests of the chair. Han didn't object at all; he watched You's actions with great interest, cooperating perfectly. It was getting more and more interesting; the striptease performance had turned into SM. "
Can you satisfy me now?" Han's tone held a hint of challenge.
You stared at him for a moment, then reached out and unbuttoned Han's pants. She spoke with extreme arrogance, each word distinct: "I can make you ejaculate even without touching you!"
Han's smile deepened, filled with anticipation.
You half-reclined on the table, pulling down her beach shorts, revealing a black t-back top underneath, barely covering her vital parts, exposing her snow-white buttocks.
Han momentarily breathless; he hadn't known a man's buttocks could be so sensual. The bulge between her legs proclaimed masculine power. Han knew he was erect, and his erection was growing stronger.
You moved forward, lifting her long legs and wrapping them around Han's neck. Han couldn't help but groan. You's supple thighs pressed against his face, her smooth skin radiating a moist heat. Han felt his blood rushing to his lower body, the pleasure intensifying in his waistline, his erection painfully hard.
Yu moved back and forth, rubbing his thighs against Han's earlobes and neck, watching with satisfaction as Han suppressed pleasure, a hint of a smile appearing in his icy eyes.
He picked up the wine on the table and slowly poured it onto his thighs, the crimson wine contrasting beautifully with his white skin, incredibly sensual. The wine flowed back down to his groin, Yu dipped his finger in it, and put it in Han's mouth, gently pressing it against his tongue. "
Goldon, 1854," Yu whispered. In that instant, Han's body trembled, and he ejaculated, his legs becoming wet.

Yu left Han's body, jumped off the table, a smile he himself didn't realize on his face.
Han was trying to calm his breathing, the afterglow of pleasure still lingering. He watched Yu's departing figure with a strange, passionate gaze, and uttered a number. "
What does it mean?" Yu didn't understand. "
Physical contact," Han explained.
Yu shook his head, and Han said another number.
You was silent for a long time, then said, "Double it again. No touching of private parts, no physical acts." This was his bottom line.
Han smiled slyly and nodded in agreement; the new contract was formed.
You turned to leave, but Han got up, walked up to him, and picked him up. "
What are you trying to do?" You exclaimed. "
The performance isn't over yet." Han said, ignoring You's struggles, carrying him all the way to the swimming pool on the terrace, tossing him up with a splash. "
Are you crazy!" You angrily emerged from the water.
Han didn't answer, took off his clothes, and jumped into the water as well. He supported You's buttocks from underwater, using the buoyancy of the water to lift him up. In the moonlight, the boy's body was like white marble, with a cold sheen.
Han eagerly pressed his lips to You's smooth chest, following the rolling water droplets down to his abdomen, his lips and tongue savoring the feel of his skin. Before You could protest, Han swiftly silenced him with a kiss, his tongue exploring the burning interior.
When Han pulled away, You was panting, but only from lack of oxygen; he glared at Han fiercely.
The contract didn't say kissing was forbidden. Han smiled, gently rubbing You's lips with his fingertips—a sweet taste.
Han laid You flat on the edge of the pool, caressing his body inch by inch, searching for sensitive spots; the young skin clung to his palm, feeling wonderful. His hand moved downwards, intentionally or unintentionally brushing between You's legs, unexpectedly finding no reaction. Han looked at You with some surprise. "
I'm frigid; I feel nothing for either men or women," You said in a emotionless tone, his eyes turning like frozen rivers. "
Is it innate?" Han asked. "
What does it have to do with you?"
Han suddenly reached out and pinched You's nose; You pushed him away, his face flushed. "
What are you doing?" This was the second time You had said this today; the ice in his eyes shattered, revealing annoyance.
Han climbed out of the water, ignoring You's struggles, and pulled him into his arms, whispering, "Tell me what happened."
You didn't know what was wrong with him; all his defenses were like a child throwing a tantrum in front of this man, completely ineffective.
Perhaps it was the beautiful moonlight that made him less guarded, or perhaps it was the reassuring magic of Han's tone, but You stopped struggling, softly leaning against Han's chest, and whispering everything: the crowded orphanage, the lack of security, the lack of personal space, living only for the most basic needs. The doctor's diagnosis, his own attempts, and so on.
Han listened patiently, gently stroking You's shoulder until he fell into a deep sleep in his arms. With inexplicable feelings, Han once again pressed his lips to the boy's lips.
Things changed. Han showed unprecedented enthusiasm in treating You's frigidity; he obtained all sorts of films—pornographic, educational, and therapeutic.
So, the two of them sat on the sofa watching a movie. It was a top-tier adult film, with handsome actors, hot action, and excellent filming. Half an hour later, Han was already burning with desire, while You showed no reaction whatsoever. "
Maybe you need something more stimulating. Maybe you have a particular fetish that you haven't realized," Han said, switching to another SM film. Three minutes later, You rushed to the bathroom to vomit, while Han frowned and turned off the TV.
They tried to continue, but to no avail. They discovered that the medication could produce an erection, but no pleasure.

You woke up from her sleep, moved slightly, and found herself resting on Han's arm. Last night, the two had tried various methods. Han tried to give You oral sex, but still there was no reaction. Instead, he became uncontrollably aroused, and You had to use her hand to help him.
Yu turned over, letting in the air trapped under the thin silk blanket. The air, mingled with body odor and the scent of shower gel, carried a lazy, comforting aroma.
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying the faint scent of a salty sea breeze.
Yu gazed at Han's sleeping profile—a purely masculine face: thick eyebrows, a high, straight nose, and a slightly bluish, resolute chin, exuding a strong masculine aura.
Yu slowly sat up, lifting the blanket. A fully mature adult male body appeared before him, its natural lines, wild contours, and thick muscles brimming with power.
Yu was captivated. He had never noticed Han's body before; in the shadows cast by the sunlight, it was so alluring. He was tempted, leaning down to press his lips to Han's chest. The textured skin was supple, and his tongue tasted a faint saltiness. Yu continued kissing downwards, licking with his tongue, gently biting with his teeth, even hearing the blood trickling beneath the skin. He knew Han was awake.
Yu continued, her tongue tracing across Han's abdomen, circling around his navel. Han let out a soft moan, his chest heaving. Further down, the thick pubic hair revealed his erect penis. Yu flicked it with her finger, then grasped it in her hand, feeling the burning pulse throbbing in her palm. This was the core of male pleasure, the source of physical ecstasy. Yu extended her tongue, licking upwards along the side of the erection, taking the tip into her mouth and gently sucking. Han's body trembled violently. A man beneath her, his face flushed, his body tense with pleasure, Yu watched, feeling a surge of heat rising down her back, blood rushing downwards, heat gathering in her abdomen. Suppressing a slight urge to vomit, Yu took the hard, erect penis deeper into her mouth, licking it from the inside, repeatedly drawing it deep into her throat.
Ah… no, almost there… Han gasped heavily. Yu's mouth was a warm, moist paradise, pleasure washing over him like an overwhelming tidal wave. Yu gently squeezed, and white semen gushed out.
After the climax, Han stared in astonishment between Yu's legs. Yu followed Han's gaze and found that he was actually erect.
Han snapped out of his daze and immediately pounced on Yu on the bed. His large hand grasped Yu's erection, kneading it up and down, while asking Yu how it felt. After receiving an affirmative answer, Han sucked hard on the inside of Yu's thighs, leaving marks on the white skin, and then took Yu's erection into his mouth. Han felt incredible. Just a short while ago, he couldn't imagine that the scene was actually happening in front of him, having a man's penis in his mouth, and even finding it extremely sexy.
Yu's head tilted back, his chest thrust out, his legs spread wide, and spasms spiraled from his waist upwards, as if his lower body was melting. The pleasure was too great, and he was forced by an indescribable anxiety, wanting to escape but not wanting to escape, and tears of pleasure streamed down his face.
Ah... ah... let go... let me cum... the boy's endurance was limited, and he began to beg for mercy after a short while. Han interrogated the root of the penis with his teeth, forbidding it. He knew that the climax reached after repeated restraint was sweeter.
"Ah...quick...let go..." You couldn't bear it any longer, twisting her hips violently...please..."
Han released the restraints, and You screamed as she reached her climax. Pleasure washed over her entire body, her vision went blank...

It's terrifying, like falling off a cliff! You murmured to herself, her body still unable to move. Han leaned down, reaching out to embrace You. The two exchanged a gentle kiss, their mouths filled with each other's flavors. Their sweaty bodies overlapped, their warm skin absorbing each other, the flames of desire burning within them. But there was no need to rush; there was enough time to leisurely savor each other's bodies, slowly discovering all the sensitive spots. "
Give it to me..." Han's voice was hoarse as he deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining, licking the saliva overflowing from their lips. He gently bit You's earlobe, then sucked on the thin skin behind it, You's body trembling violently.
Han kissed the skin from behind the ear to the neck, one hand roughly kneading the nipple, the other gently caressing You's buttocks, his fingertips probing inside, gently circling, slowly penetrating. You's insides were tight and hot, his fingers rotating, widening the entrance. Han withdrew his fingers, lifted You's buttocks, and moistened the entrance to paradise with his tongue. "
Stop...no..." You cried out, feeling ashamed, his blood running cold. But shame was the best aphrodisiac; his sense of touch became sensitive, feeling sensations wherever he touched.
Han inserted his fingers again, the friction making a wet sound, feeling soft and moist. He slowly inserted his erection into You's body. You breathed deeply; the pain wasn't intense, but there was a great sense of pressure.
Han pushed his erection to the base, pleasure surging like a tide. He gritted his teeth and endured, waiting for You to adapt. The boy's body was incredibly flexible and adaptable; his pale skin, enduring the pain, quickly turned red. Han moved slightly, and the boy's waist pressed against him, tightly binding his erection. Han reached out and grabbed the inside of You's knees, thrusting repeatedly.
The boy's erection trembled between their abdomens, reminding Han that he was holding a man just like himself, igniting his beastly desire to conquer. A phrase inexplicably came to mind: "
A man who fucks a man is a double man."
Ah...ah..., You tilted his head back, only able to utter monosyllables, his toes pointed. "
Does it feel good...?" Han stopped, asking You how it felt. "
It feels good..." You gasped, his voice broken. Han thrust harder, and You screamed. "
Do you want it...?" Han was tempted to be mischievous. "
I want it..." The boy's frankness made Han smile involuntarily.
Generally... at this time... I should say... don't...
why...
would... it give... a man... a sense of conquest...?
You propped herself up, wrapped her arms around Han's shoulders, looked up, and whispered in his ear, "I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard..."
You's words were like a powerful aphrodisiac, making Han tremble uncontrollably, a terrible desire burning within him.
The final climax arrived, the world disappeared in an instant, and he could no longer feel his body, only pleasure remained, endless, blissful...

Han sat behind his large desk, handed the signed documents to his secretary, then leaned back comfortably in his chair, glanced at his watch, and realized it was almost time to leave work. He and You had been together for almost a year, and their desire for each other's bodies seemed inexhaustible; they wanted to make love at any time. This made Han feel that their previous so-called sex was just mechanical bed exercises, while You, having overcome her frigidity, showed an unusual need for sex. Sometimes, while eating, they would gaze at each other, and suddenly pin him down, licking him like a wild animal, licking away saliva, sweat, and semen without hesitation, finding pleasure in everything. Finally, for the sake of their health, they had to abstain from sex.
It had been 24 hours since Han had touched You, Han thought, imagining his posture in bed, his expression and sounds during orgasm… just thinking about it made Han hard. He smiled, not in a hurry. They had plenty of time to enjoy it all, to touch the gates of ecstasy again and again.
There was no need to consider their relationship; love was unpredictable, emotions too heavy, promises unreliable, the future too distant. Only physical union was real. As long as they had desire, they wouldn't leave each other.
Han had never hoped so deeply before; he hoped this fire of passion would only dim and die out on their graves…

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