"Right this way, gentlemen." Jing Min Chen beckoned to her charges.

Viggo brows went up under his sandy bangs as he took in the chromed manacles hanging from the padded, leather-covered door in place of a knocker. "Just what kind of place is this, Sean?" he said doubtfully.

Viggo's partner shrugged, making his fire engine red motorcycle jacket creak. "Those Taiwanese businessmen paid well for us to be given the guided tour of Tokyo's hottest, trendiest, sexiest night spots so we could design one for them. I know we don't need the inspiration, but it's a free night on the town. I'm suspending all disbelief and reserving all judgment until dawn. I suggest you do the same. We have a native guide. What could happen to us?"

"She's not a native," Viggo sighed. "Chen is a Chinese name."

"Whatever," Sean said dismissively. "She's waiting for us."

Viggo squared his shoulders in the supple glove leather suit Sean had gifted him with and followed the efficient young lady with the perfect teeth and geometric hairstyle. Sean smiled smugly and followed his partner's attractive backside into the club. Viggo had tried to refuse Sean's present, but Sean had refused to be seen at a nightclub with Viggo in any of the clothes his partner already owned. Because it was easier than arguing with Sean, Viggo had put on the tight garments and let himself be bullied into wearing them.

Their convivial guide plopped her perky pink plastic-covered bottom on a chair at a reserved table near the front. The VIP section was on a dais slightly above the stage guaranteeing the best view in the house. Of course, they had no idea what the show was yet.

"Drinks?" The pretty guide asked, cheerfully nodding as though their affirmative answer were a foregone conclusion. Before they could reply, she was out of her seat and waving enthusiastically across the crowded club.

Viggo didn't see how anyone could hear her over the din of the thunderous music or see her for the flashing lights and teeming, writhing crowds of dancers. However, a waitress or very clever drag queen appeared almost immediately and bent down to let Jing Min shout in her/his ear. The server of indeterminate gender trotted off on six-inch platform boots and the guide turned to her charges with a megawatt grin.

"Very popular club," she shouted.

Sean nodded politely, looking around at the black leather and chrome decor. Viggo leaned forward and bellowed at their guide.

"Miss Chen, how many more clubs like this are there to see tonight?"

"No other clubs like this one," she said brightly.

Viggo started to speak again, but subsided into his black rubber upholstered chair as the drinks arrived. Their guide had ordered a pitcher of martinis, and was so pleased with the cute little glasses that the men didn't have the heart to refuse the potent drink though they had both had enough already. Sean had been adamant about having one drink in each bar and would not let Viggo beg off.

It wasn't long after they sat down that the lights dimmed, leaving only the neon behind the two bars. An amplified voice boomed out into the darkness like God calling forth the light.

"Ladies, gentlemen and everyone else, the Marquis Club is proud to present the rootinest, tootinest buckaroo in the wild, wild West! Orli the Kid!"

The sounds of the retro hit "Wild, Wild West" by Parachute Club bounced out of the speakers as lights came up on the stage. A willowy figure in black leather chaps with the brim of a black cowboy hat pulled down to the bridge of his nose stood in the spotlight. He plucked a hand-rolled cigarette from between his lips and ground it beneath his boot heel. As if he'd just noticed the audience, the young man grinned good-naturedly at them.

"What the hell's going on here?" Viggo said to Sean.

Sean shrugged.

"Is he wearing anything besides those chaps and that hat?" Viggo asked incredulously.

"Boots," Sean pointed out.

Viggo sighed, as the young man on stage began to dance to the lively song. Orli the Kid, as he was billed, was a good dancer, fluid and sensual, but Viggo could not get past the fact that he was half naked. Each time the graceful performer spun, his toned buttocks flashed palely in the dark frame of the fringed chaps. Sitting back, Viggo sipped his martini and waited for it to be over so he could go home and go to bed.

Sean watched the show with one eye and his partner with the other. Sean had been trying for three years to get Viggo into a situation where the subject of Sean's attraction could come up naturally. Finally, Sean had admitted to himself that he was a coward and that he would have to trick his oblivious object of desire. When he had heard about this club and seen the bootlegged video of the floorshow, he had begun plotting.

Sean's eyes followed Orli the Kid as the dancer uncoiled a bullwhip from his metal studded belt and cracked it in time with the music. If this boy couldn't get Viggo excited, Sean was going to give up and admit that his partner just wasn't interested in sex with a man, or anybody else as far as Sean could see.

The music changed, slowing down but keeping the insistent, throbbing beat. Orli danced in place, shimmying, pumping his hips, shaking his ass, and driving the crowd wild before his hands went to the buckle of his chaps. Viggo looked around him as people clapped, whistled and shouted encouragement. Even Sean was caught up.

Nimble fingers danced over the shiny buckle and the heavy leather chaps dropped to the stage to be kicked aside. Orli put his hands on his slim hips and strutted the length of the stage in hat, boots and fringed G-string. A scrap of supple black leather covered the young man's noticeably impressive tackle. The "costume" did nothing to obscure the enticing treasure trail of fine dark hair that meandered southward from his navel to disappear beneath the pouch. Surprisingly for a brunette, Orli had little other body hair. Smooth, tanned skin covered the long limbs rippling with lean muscles.

The music stopped suddenly and the dancer threw his hat into the air with a loud whoop as the lights went out again. They came back on a second later, revealing the performer kneeling near the edge of the stage with widespread legs. As a sultry, Eastern melody slithered from the speakers, Orli swayed and bent backward little by little. When the crown of his head touched the stage, he hooked his thumbs under the sides of his G-string.

Around Viggo the crowd began to chant what he could only suppose was "take it off" in Japanese. Miss Chen was on her daintily shod feet, clapping and shouting with the rest. The performer teased them unmercifully before pulling the garment off to reveal a shiny, molded codpiece with no visible means of support. The audience groaned as Orli rose lithely to his feet with an indulgent smile, shaking his finger at them, and Viggo saw the young man's face clearly for the first time.

Orli had a face to inspire poets with translucent alabaster skin, perfect bone structure and big, dark expressive eyes under winged brows. Viggo had never seen a human face of such flawless symmetry and dramatic coloring. It was perfectly designed and executed from an aesthetic standpoint and Viggo couldn't help but admire it. Abruptly, he became aware that the sloe-eyed beauty was looking back at him.

The dancer smiled at the handsome fair-haired man as the spotlight shone on the VIP dais. Viggo cringed in horror as the crowd's attention was concentrated on him and tried unconsciously to hide behind Sean. Orli took a couple of steps back and took the lariat from his belt. Making a lasso, the performer began to twirl it over his head. Viggo waited in dread, as the loop grew wider and dropped over his head.

"No," Viggo shouted, as the rope tightened and the performer began drawing it back. "I don't want to participate. Thanks very much, but pick someone else."

Viggo had nearly disentangled himself from the noose when Sean cupped his buttocks and shoved him onto the stage. The man stumbled a little and caught his balance just as Orli the Kid yanked on the lasso. Viggo took several involuntary steps forward and ended up on his knees in front of the lithe dancer. Orli looked down and a meltingly sweet smile put Viggo off guard.

*Come on* the beauty mouthed, holding out a hand to Viggo.

Viggo shook his head, straw-colored hair gleaming under the bright lights. Frantically, he looked over his shoulder, seeking help from his partner. A tug on the rope brought his head back around, and he found himself nose to crotch with a visibly aroused young man. When he drew back in panic, Orli looked out at the crowd as if desperately seeking help and Sean eagerly joined the two on stage.

"What's going on?" Viggo's shout was lost in the roar of the crowd.

Sean shrugged innocently, and then looked at the performer. Orli beckoned the big man closer with a crooked forefinger and whispered in his ear. Sean nodded emphatically with a wide grin. In another moment, Viggo was struggling with his partner and Orli, protesting vehemently as his clothes were removed with more enthusiasm than efficiency. To his great relief, the disrobing stopped at his boxers and he gave thanks that they were clean.

"Sean, this isn't funny," Viggo hissed as the big man moved behind him, resting his hands on Viggo's shoulders. "You know I don't like being the center of attention."

"You gotta give the crowd what they want," Sean said in his partner's ear.

Viggo jumped when he felt Sean's tongue flick his earlobe and tried to turn. Sean held his shoulders securely, forcing him to face Orli.

"Easy there, stud," Orli said, tugging on the lasso again. "I've roped you and I'm going break you and put my brand on you."

Viggo almost smiled at the absurd lines, but he was much too embarrassed to enjoy any of this. Then he felt Sean's big hands sliding down his arms, pinning them to his sides, and he started to struggle again.

"I said it's not funny," Viggo yelled. "A joke is a joke, Sean, but it's gone far enough."

Viggo stopped talking suddenly, as the pretty dancer went to his knees. Cool fingers slid up Viggo's thighs, slipping under the hem of the boxer shorts, climbing higher.

"Okay, that's enough," Viggo said firmly. "Any farther and you're entering lawsuit territory."

The young man tipped his face up to meet Viggo's eyes. With a wink of complicity, Orli mouthed the words *it's just a show, trust me*. Viggo felt very foolish. Of course, it was just a show. They didn't really expect him to participate in some weird sex act. All the same, he wished fervently that this torture were over.

"Are we having fun yet?" Sean laughed in his partner's ear.

"I'll get you for this, if it's the last thing I do in this life," Viggo promised.

"I'd better make this good then," Sean said.

Viggo tried to look relaxed, but it was difficult with a beautiful nearly naked boy pulling his underwear off with his teeth while a cheering crowd shouted encouragement. He looked down when he realized that Orli wasn't stopping and that he was in imminent danger of exposure. Still not believing it was happening, Viggo found himself stark naked in the spotlight. Only slightly more humiliating was the straining erection he sported.

Orli fell backward, miming first fear, then wonder and finally rapture. The crowd ate it up as the limber young man rose to his knees and approached Viggo's arousal reverently. With hands folded together beneath his chin, Orli bowed his head and touched his lips to the tip of the rigid shaft.

Viggo froze in Sean's hold as the audience applauded and called out what sounded like suggestions or requests. The thought this couldn't possibly be happening kept going through his head. It had to be a jet lag induced dream. He was probably still on the plane. The sensation of wet heat surrounding the head of his cock jarred him from these thoughts.

Viggo glanced down again, and was snared by the dark gaze. As he looked into Orli's velvet brown eyes, he couldn't see the lights or audience, or hear the music and applause. He was aware of nothing but the enticing beauty that knelt at his feet, perfect lips wrapped around his rod. Teeth scraped lightly up the fat vein on the underside of his shaft and Viggo groaned involuntarily. His head fell back against Sean's shoulder as his arousal was engulfed down to the root, and when Orli swallowed, Viggo was glad of his partner's support.

The dancer grabbed hold of Viggo's hips and pulled him closer, burying his face in the golden curls at the man's crotch. Orli's eyes rolled up, meeting Sean's over Viggo's oblivious shoulder. The performer signaled the big man with a broad wink, and Sean dropped trou. Putting his arms around Viggo, Sean slotted his erection between his friend's muscular buttocks. Still receiving the attention of Orli's talented tongue, Viggo hardly noticed until Sean began to move his hips subtly. Viggo almost said something, but the gentle rocking had the effect of pushing his cock farther down the dancer's throat.

Without missing a stroke, Orli lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. The back curtain went up revealing a round bed with black sheets. A spotlight came on and focused on the bed. The crowd applauded the set change as Orli and Sean maneuvered Viggo across the stage. Orli lay back with his legs dangling off the mattress and peeled off the last piece of his costume, setting his arousal free.

Sean positioned his pleasure-drunk partner between the performer's thighs and took the lube that Orli handed him. Sean reached around his friend's waist and greased Viggo's rigid rod for him. Sean pressed himself to Viggo's back, and spoke softly in his ear while giving his partner's shaft a few swift strokes.

"Go ahead and fuck him. It's what he expects, and you know you want to. Who wouldn't? He's gorgeous and sexy and knows more tricks than a magician. Take him, Vig."

Viggo's cock told his brain to take a rest. "You're right. I want to," he whispered.

Sean guided Viggo's arousal to Orli's opening. "Ease in gently, mate," he murmured.

Viggo did as his friend said, sliding slowly into the tight sheath. Orli spread his legs wider as the long shaft sank into him at a tantalizing pace, then his eyes widened and his hips moved as the taut head rubbed against his susceptible spot. The young man looked up at the blonde with increased interest. By chance, this handsome tourist's rod was perfectly curved to hit Orli's sweet spot. This was a sweet bonus to the money he'd been paid.

When the dancer reacted receptively to his stroke, Viggo's instincts took over. Grasping the young man's sleek flanks, Viggo thrust gently but firmly, gradually delving deeper and deeper. Orli maintained his stage persona for about five thrusts and then his state of arousal cancelled out rational thought. He forgot about the show and acted naturally.

A hush had fallen over the audience as the big cock entered the small opening before their eyes. When Orli raised a foot to the mattress and began to move in concert with the man's stroke, the crowd started a rhythmic clapping. Neither Viggo nor Orli heard the whistles or admiring shouts. They were cocooned, marooned together in a thick, soft fog of lust.

Deeming this a *now or never* situation, Sean greased his rock hard erection and slid the swollen head up and down the cleft of Viggo's tight ass. Greatly daring, the big man parted the clenched cheeks and seated his rod. Viggo groaned when he felt the tip enter him and faltered in his stroke. Orli whined in protest and pushed his pelvis farther up on Viggo's thighs. The hard cock inching its way up Viggo's lower channel ceased to bother him, as the beautiful young man squirmed maddeningly on his shaft.

"No," Orli whimpered. "Please don't stop."

Viggo could not refuse such a request. His fingers sank into pliant flesh as he thrust powerfully, consistently stroking the young man's pleasure zone. Orli moaned and bucked, clutching at the sheets, as he ground against the stiff rod that impaled him. Sean reached around Viggo and took hold of the dancer's lolling cock. The big man pumped the yearning arousal, as he began to thrust delicately in Viggo's virgin sheath.

Orli shouted his ecstasy as Sean's stroke forced Viggo's hard length deeper into him. Abruptly, his back arched off the bed until his silky curls barely brushed the sheet. His cock pulsed in Sean's hand and spilled hot fluid that glistened in the spotlight. A wild roar from the crowd erupted along with the popular performer's climax.

Viggo lifted the dancer's legs on his forearms and leaned in. Sean nipped gently at the nape of Viggo's neck as he continued to thrust steadily, his forceful stroke propelling his partner's shaft into Orli's snug sheath. The sated young man whimpered as the thick cock grazed relentlessly against his prostate and the golden pubic pelt brushed his balls and stiffening rod. Sean wrapped his arms around Viggo's waist and thrust powerfully.

Orli made a strangled noise deep in his throat, as the unremitting stimulation drove him to the edge again. His twitching cock disgorged a second load against Viggo's washboard stomach as the man buried his rigid length with a hoarse cry of fulfillment. Sean's white teeth sank into the curve of Viggo's shoulder as he pulled his exploding erection from the narrow passage. Groaning deep in his chest, Sean geysered hot come in a gleaming scatter across Viggo's tanned buttocks.

Dropping to his knees, Sean licked every drop of seed from Viggo's quivering backside, as his partner lay exhausted between Orli's wide flung thighs. The normally unshakable pro lay in a dreamy afterglow, unaware of the audience for the first time in his career. Viggo gently stroked Orli's glossy chestnut curls, unwilling to unsheathe and lose the last vestiges of the greatest pleasure he'd ever known.

Then the sound of two palms smacking together shattered the peace. Another pair of hands joined in, and another, and another until the crowd was on its feet, applauding wildly. Miss Chen was standing on her chair, punching both small fists into the air, her smile as wide as the Milky Way.

"I think we may have stumbled onto a second career," Sean said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "They seem to like our act."

Viggo looked over. "As long as we're a trio, I'm game," he drawled with a lazy smile.

Glad his partner and best friend wasn't angry, Sean grinned wolfishly. "Fine. You can be in charge of personnel, as long as I remain the driving force in the triumvirate."

"I'm happy to be the middleman," Viggo murmured as the supple body beneath him stirred.

"If you two think I'm going to be a silent partner, you're very much mistaken," Orli said, yawning pinkly as a kitten.

"You'd be amenable to a merger?" Sean asked.

"Apparently," Orli quipped, glancing down at the quiescent cock still lodged in his passage.

"At least we're past the handshake stage," Viggo couldn't help saying and was rewarded by Orli's sweet smile.

"All right, gentlemen," the performer said, "there's one thing we still have to do."

The two blonde men looked at the beauty in bewilderment, as Orli got to his feet and faced the crowd.

"Take a bow," Orlando said. "You've earned it."