Project GO: Rainbow Boys (M+/M) - Part 1/2
Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2021 6:14 pm
A/N: This is the first section of a two-part short story. All characters are above 18 years old.
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Rainbow Boys, Part 1:
Minato:
“You should totally join us tonight,” says Joe, causing me to nearly spit cereal in my mouth (I was going to start the diet tomorrow). I look at my housemate incredulously, who simply shrugs and continues to chow down his muesli.
“Aren’t you a…” I try thinking of a way to put this politely, giving up halfway through. Joe is an easygoing dude and I’m not smart enough. “a gogo boy?”
Joe raises his spoon in protest. “When I’m not a promising young dance student with a bright carrier in the art world!” He grins as if he knows his charm is getting through me.
He’s probably right. With his dirty-blond chin-length mane and pearly white smile framed with light stubble, Joe is a handsome guy. He rarely has trouble getting people to go along with his antics when that mischievous glint appears in his eyes. I know I let his messiness at his side of the living room more than once.
“But yeah. We’re doing a theme night at the club. Thought you might enjoy it. It’s definitely your thing.”
“Well,” I tilt my head in thought. It’s not like I don’t want to see my mate getting all Magic Mike-y or whatever they do in his workplace. The problem is I was painfully vanilla. My Asian parents weren’t really strict or anything but they are the most sickeningly sweet couple you’ll ever see. Thanks to them, my idea of a romantic night out is still at the level of a high school freshman.
Even with me openly bi, a gay bar may be a bit too much for me.
Seeing I almost got the bait, Joe does one final attempt to hijack my evening plans. “I’ll do the dinners for the rest of the week!”
“Deal!” I said without thinking. Joe may be a slob at times but he’s a great cook. Plus, I trust him after taking me under his wing as an awkward business major nearly a year ago. If he says I’ll have fun, I probably will.
“Cool bananas!” Whooping, Joe fist-bumps and gives a strong bear hug. “You won’t regret this man! I’ve been working on this routine for nearly a month now.” I grin, too. Maybe it really wouldn’t hurt to let my hair out every once in a while.
Before I dress for my noon class (navy suit and tie and white dress shirt, my teacher were one of those kinds of ones), Joe comes and throws an unopened package at me. “Think fast!”
I catch it to see a… pair of undies? They’re from a well-known brand on top of it!
I give him a weird look and Joe winks. “Just in case you get lucky today! Anyway, see you tonight, I’ll text you the time and place!”
I roll my eyes and put on the underwear after he leaves. They are a pair of baby blue briefs with white accents and a waistband that bears the brand name in rainbow colors. Considerably fruitier than what I usually wear but can’t deny that the soft, thin fabric and tight-fitting high cut feel good. I looked at the mirror to check myself.
Now, I’m not a bad-looking dude. I’m relatively tall, with a swimmer’s build from high school, and have a boyish face under black hair that manages to be unruly despite its shortness. But I never thought I looked as hot as I do right now.
You’re being silly, I thought. Go get dressed, it’s almost-
I check my watch and swear loudly, rushing to get ready. Whatever Joe planned for this bight better be worth it.
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After a quick dinner at the pizzeria near the train station, I find the location Joe sent me. I realized that all my clothes were being washed too late after classes and had to come in my rumpled suit. My hair looks like I just got up from the bed. I had a cold last week, so I still wear a black face mask.
In the mood for clubbing, I’m not.
As I’m still hoping that maybe a few drinks can raise my spirit, I see the club.
Not sure what I was expecting. Probably a regular bar with some rainbow flags or something.
The only part I get right is the rainbows. The place is a brick-front building with nothing but a steel door and a multi-colored neon sign that announces its name:
FREE-TO-BOUND
Spotting more than a few guys dressed in leather biker outfits, I contemplated my decision to enter but thankfully, there are quite a few regularly, if skimpily dressed men waiting in the line as well. There are even a few girls!
I man up and tell the bouncer my name and that Joe invited me, getting myself instant access.
“Leave all hope ye who enter here,” I mumble, going down the dimly lit stairs.
Bad news: It’s a bondage club. There are cages and weird metal paraphernalia everywhere and some of the clubbers are even more suspiciously dressed than the outside ones.
Good news: Aside from that, it’s a nice place. There is a big stage that takes out the entire backside of the space, the bar looks good and the DJ is surprisingly half-competent.
I sigh and make a beeline towards the bar. I can deal with kinky stuff as long as they keep it away from me. And if my eyes linger a bit too long on some of the manacles on the walls, well, maybe I just need some drink.
After ordering a beer from the pretty barmaid and getting a nearly flirtatious comment from her, I start feeling better. It seems like they’re just doing a weird theme night or something. There is no need to worry about Joe working somewhere seedy. At least seedier than a normal club hiring go-go boys. Speaking of Joe...
“There you are, big guy!” A very familiar voice shouts as a heavy arm lands on my shoulder, causing me to nearly spit whatever I have in my mouth the second time that day.
Joe is beaming widely by me, looking exactly like how he left home morning, aside from a golden hairband that pulls back his front bangs and kinda makes him look like one of those small, long-haired dogs.
“Dude, I almost thought you weren’t going to come! My show’s about the start!”
I look at the stage where two guys are placing what I assume are props for the show.
“Great,” I say, loosening my tie. “I’ll find a good place and-”
Joe cuts me by pulling me from my arm and dragging me towards a door labeled “BACKSTAGE”.
“Don’t even bother! I already found you somewhere you can watch the whole thing first hand! It has a great view! You get the participate in the show! There are free snacks afterward!”
“Wait, what was that?” The backstage is pitch dark and I’m using all my concentration on not tripping over my feet. “It sounded like you said something weird!”
“Nothing! Here we are!” After a twist and a turn, Joe makes me sit on a metal folding chair. “Just go along with everything. I’m sure you’ll have a great time!”
In the dark, I feel him squeezing my shoulder. I nod. “I trust you.”
Then Joe leaves and I start waiting for the show to start.
One might think I’m being slow to uptake and they’d probably be right. Hey, I told you I’m not very smart!
Either way, my eyes almost pop out of my head when the curtains opened and the stage lights illuminated the center stage - and directly where I’m sitting!
“Esteemed guests!” An oddly familiar voice booms through the speakers. “Welcome to Free to Bound’s Friday Special!”
People seem to be very big on Friday Special, as this comment created a lot of catcalls and cheers. Some of them may be directed in my direction but I’m too busy sitting like a deer in headlight to notice. At the back of my head, I thank god for my facemask which at least partially obscured my identity from the dozens of strangers in the club.
“I want everyone to give a big round of applause…” the invisible announcer continues in his cheesy voice.
“Toooo… RAINBOW BOYS!”
A thumpingly loud percussion began as stage lights switch places. DJ is still being mediocre but he got a bit better compared to before.
One, two, three… six guys in varying heights and builds walk in front of me, making me realize that they were standing behind my chair the whole time.
They all have good bodies (that are well waxed and oiled) and said good bodies are currently clad in matching clothes… or lack, thereof.
The gogo boys only wear tight-fitting briefs (that makes me appreciate my place behind them), sneakers, and some sorta straps that go around their upper torso. They are all brightly colored in red, yellow, orange, green, purple, and black.
Get it? Rainbow Boys.
If I wasn’t this nervous, I would’ve groaned.
I’m not at the least bit surprised to see Joe being one of the dancers. He’s the yellow one, the neon color clashing badly with his hair. I hate to admit that he still looks amazing.
Standing in front of a crowd almost naked, he and other guys dance with confidence, waving and gyrating towards the viewers.
I know my housemate works his ass off, practicing for his routines but I’m still caught unawares by just how good their dancing is. It’s suggestive alright, with hip thrusts and all, but they follow the rhythm well and are seriously engaging to watch. They are serious artists and they're making a great job!
The crowd is also appreciating them alright, judging by the amount of applause.
What are you waiting for? my brain says. Everyone’s looking at them! It’s time to scram!
As I try standing up, two pairs of hands pushed me down from my shoulders. I looked up, seeing they are Red and Black. Red's hair is dyed to the same color as his outfit, with its original color showing at the sides. Black’s eyes look directly at the crowd and even though his face is staggeringly handsome, he isn’t smiling at all.
Both of them are ripped and their grips are like iron, giving me no choice to stay where I am.
The lights shift and music changes, as a more lowkey but intenser, almost tribal track starts to play.
Feeling somehow even more nervous, I nearly jumped as an arm snaked around my shoulder and a hand clamped on my mouth through my mask. Yellow’s (Joe, my brain provided) stage-whispered in my ear: “Are you doing OK?”
Am I doing OK? I’m tricked to play a stage prop to a group of exotic dancers, and I’m currently being forced down by two hunks in their underwear as more of them circle me.
I’m confused, nervous, more than a bit scared, and hornier than I’ve ever been.
I nod.
What the hell? Red and Black holding me down actually get me excited! The thought of the rest of the guys doing whatever they have in store for the show and being helpless to stop them in front of a big crowd was thrilling me!
I probably would flat out reject him if I was actually here against my will but I trust Joe and this was just a stage show.
With my approval, Joe snaps his fingers as one of the guys (Purple, a small, slender guy who stuck out among the taller dancers) passes him a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I have no idea where they were hiding it, considering none of them had anywhere to keep it. Silly as they may look, they are the real deal as my hands are pulled back by Red and Black and cuffed at the back of the chair.
I pull the cuffs experimentally. They hold fast as my heart beats loudly in my chest. I am not going anywhere.
To be continued...
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Minato
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Rainbow Boys, Part 1:
Minato:
“You should totally join us tonight,” says Joe, causing me to nearly spit cereal in my mouth (I was going to start the diet tomorrow). I look at my housemate incredulously, who simply shrugs and continues to chow down his muesli.
“Aren’t you a…” I try thinking of a way to put this politely, giving up halfway through. Joe is an easygoing dude and I’m not smart enough. “a gogo boy?”
Joe raises his spoon in protest. “When I’m not a promising young dance student with a bright carrier in the art world!” He grins as if he knows his charm is getting through me.
He’s probably right. With his dirty-blond chin-length mane and pearly white smile framed with light stubble, Joe is a handsome guy. He rarely has trouble getting people to go along with his antics when that mischievous glint appears in his eyes. I know I let his messiness at his side of the living room more than once.
“But yeah. We’re doing a theme night at the club. Thought you might enjoy it. It’s definitely your thing.”
“Well,” I tilt my head in thought. It’s not like I don’t want to see my mate getting all Magic Mike-y or whatever they do in his workplace. The problem is I was painfully vanilla. My Asian parents weren’t really strict or anything but they are the most sickeningly sweet couple you’ll ever see. Thanks to them, my idea of a romantic night out is still at the level of a high school freshman.
Even with me openly bi, a gay bar may be a bit too much for me.
Seeing I almost got the bait, Joe does one final attempt to hijack my evening plans. “I’ll do the dinners for the rest of the week!”
“Deal!” I said without thinking. Joe may be a slob at times but he’s a great cook. Plus, I trust him after taking me under his wing as an awkward business major nearly a year ago. If he says I’ll have fun, I probably will.
“Cool bananas!” Whooping, Joe fist-bumps and gives a strong bear hug. “You won’t regret this man! I’ve been working on this routine for nearly a month now.” I grin, too. Maybe it really wouldn’t hurt to let my hair out every once in a while.
Before I dress for my noon class (navy suit and tie and white dress shirt, my teacher were one of those kinds of ones), Joe comes and throws an unopened package at me. “Think fast!”
I catch it to see a… pair of undies? They’re from a well-known brand on top of it!
I give him a weird look and Joe winks. “Just in case you get lucky today! Anyway, see you tonight, I’ll text you the time and place!”
I roll my eyes and put on the underwear after he leaves. They are a pair of baby blue briefs with white accents and a waistband that bears the brand name in rainbow colors. Considerably fruitier than what I usually wear but can’t deny that the soft, thin fabric and tight-fitting high cut feel good. I looked at the mirror to check myself.
Now, I’m not a bad-looking dude. I’m relatively tall, with a swimmer’s build from high school, and have a boyish face under black hair that manages to be unruly despite its shortness. But I never thought I looked as hot as I do right now.
You’re being silly, I thought. Go get dressed, it’s almost-
I check my watch and swear loudly, rushing to get ready. Whatever Joe planned for this bight better be worth it.
*******
After a quick dinner at the pizzeria near the train station, I find the location Joe sent me. I realized that all my clothes were being washed too late after classes and had to come in my rumpled suit. My hair looks like I just got up from the bed. I had a cold last week, so I still wear a black face mask.
In the mood for clubbing, I’m not.
As I’m still hoping that maybe a few drinks can raise my spirit, I see the club.
Not sure what I was expecting. Probably a regular bar with some rainbow flags or something.
The only part I get right is the rainbows. The place is a brick-front building with nothing but a steel door and a multi-colored neon sign that announces its name:
FREE-TO-BOUND
Spotting more than a few guys dressed in leather biker outfits, I contemplated my decision to enter but thankfully, there are quite a few regularly, if skimpily dressed men waiting in the line as well. There are even a few girls!
I man up and tell the bouncer my name and that Joe invited me, getting myself instant access.
“Leave all hope ye who enter here,” I mumble, going down the dimly lit stairs.
Bad news: It’s a bondage club. There are cages and weird metal paraphernalia everywhere and some of the clubbers are even more suspiciously dressed than the outside ones.
Good news: Aside from that, it’s a nice place. There is a big stage that takes out the entire backside of the space, the bar looks good and the DJ is surprisingly half-competent.
I sigh and make a beeline towards the bar. I can deal with kinky stuff as long as they keep it away from me. And if my eyes linger a bit too long on some of the manacles on the walls, well, maybe I just need some drink.
After ordering a beer from the pretty barmaid and getting a nearly flirtatious comment from her, I start feeling better. It seems like they’re just doing a weird theme night or something. There is no need to worry about Joe working somewhere seedy. At least seedier than a normal club hiring go-go boys. Speaking of Joe...
“There you are, big guy!” A very familiar voice shouts as a heavy arm lands on my shoulder, causing me to nearly spit whatever I have in my mouth the second time that day.
Joe is beaming widely by me, looking exactly like how he left home morning, aside from a golden hairband that pulls back his front bangs and kinda makes him look like one of those small, long-haired dogs.
“Dude, I almost thought you weren’t going to come! My show’s about the start!”
I look at the stage where two guys are placing what I assume are props for the show.
“Great,” I say, loosening my tie. “I’ll find a good place and-”
Joe cuts me by pulling me from my arm and dragging me towards a door labeled “BACKSTAGE”.
“Don’t even bother! I already found you somewhere you can watch the whole thing first hand! It has a great view! You get the participate in the show! There are free snacks afterward!”
“Wait, what was that?” The backstage is pitch dark and I’m using all my concentration on not tripping over my feet. “It sounded like you said something weird!”
“Nothing! Here we are!” After a twist and a turn, Joe makes me sit on a metal folding chair. “Just go along with everything. I’m sure you’ll have a great time!”
In the dark, I feel him squeezing my shoulder. I nod. “I trust you.”
Then Joe leaves and I start waiting for the show to start.
One might think I’m being slow to uptake and they’d probably be right. Hey, I told you I’m not very smart!
Either way, my eyes almost pop out of my head when the curtains opened and the stage lights illuminated the center stage - and directly where I’m sitting!
“Esteemed guests!” An oddly familiar voice booms through the speakers. “Welcome to Free to Bound’s Friday Special!”
People seem to be very big on Friday Special, as this comment created a lot of catcalls and cheers. Some of them may be directed in my direction but I’m too busy sitting like a deer in headlight to notice. At the back of my head, I thank god for my facemask which at least partially obscured my identity from the dozens of strangers in the club.
“I want everyone to give a big round of applause…” the invisible announcer continues in his cheesy voice.
“Toooo… RAINBOW BOYS!”
A thumpingly loud percussion began as stage lights switch places. DJ is still being mediocre but he got a bit better compared to before.
One, two, three… six guys in varying heights and builds walk in front of me, making me realize that they were standing behind my chair the whole time.
They all have good bodies (that are well waxed and oiled) and said good bodies are currently clad in matching clothes… or lack, thereof.
The gogo boys only wear tight-fitting briefs (that makes me appreciate my place behind them), sneakers, and some sorta straps that go around their upper torso. They are all brightly colored in red, yellow, orange, green, purple, and black.
Get it? Rainbow Boys.
If I wasn’t this nervous, I would’ve groaned.
I’m not at the least bit surprised to see Joe being one of the dancers. He’s the yellow one, the neon color clashing badly with his hair. I hate to admit that he still looks amazing.
Standing in front of a crowd almost naked, he and other guys dance with confidence, waving and gyrating towards the viewers.
I know my housemate works his ass off, practicing for his routines but I’m still caught unawares by just how good their dancing is. It’s suggestive alright, with hip thrusts and all, but they follow the rhythm well and are seriously engaging to watch. They are serious artists and they're making a great job!
The crowd is also appreciating them alright, judging by the amount of applause.
What are you waiting for? my brain says. Everyone’s looking at them! It’s time to scram!
As I try standing up, two pairs of hands pushed me down from my shoulders. I looked up, seeing they are Red and Black. Red's hair is dyed to the same color as his outfit, with its original color showing at the sides. Black’s eyes look directly at the crowd and even though his face is staggeringly handsome, he isn’t smiling at all.
Both of them are ripped and their grips are like iron, giving me no choice to stay where I am.
The lights shift and music changes, as a more lowkey but intenser, almost tribal track starts to play.
Feeling somehow even more nervous, I nearly jumped as an arm snaked around my shoulder and a hand clamped on my mouth through my mask. Yellow’s (Joe, my brain provided) stage-whispered in my ear: “Are you doing OK?”
Am I doing OK? I’m tricked to play a stage prop to a group of exotic dancers, and I’m currently being forced down by two hunks in their underwear as more of them circle me.
I’m confused, nervous, more than a bit scared, and hornier than I’ve ever been.
I nod.
What the hell? Red and Black holding me down actually get me excited! The thought of the rest of the guys doing whatever they have in store for the show and being helpless to stop them in front of a big crowd was thrilling me!
I probably would flat out reject him if I was actually here against my will but I trust Joe and this was just a stage show.
With my approval, Joe snaps his fingers as one of the guys (Purple, a small, slender guy who stuck out among the taller dancers) passes him a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I have no idea where they were hiding it, considering none of them had anywhere to keep it. Silly as they may look, they are the real deal as my hands are pulled back by Red and Black and cuffed at the back of the chair.
I pull the cuffs experimentally. They hold fast as my heart beats loudly in my chest. I am not going anywhere.
To be continued...
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Minato