It was a busy day at the hospital for Dr. Hudson, a handsome 32-year-old surgeon. He had been engaged to his college sweetheart Anna for six years now, and their wedding was just a month away. As Hudson was heading out for his lunch break, he noticed a tall, muscular black man sitting in the waiting room, looking uncomfortable.
"Hi there, how long have you been waiting?" Hudson asked with a friendly smile. The man, who introduced himself as Omar, replied that he had been waiting for hours. "I hurt my ankle while working out and I just need a doctor to take a look."
"Of course, let's take a look," Hudson said, leading Omar to an exam room. After a quick examination, Hudson determined it was just a minor sprain. "You'll need to stay off your feet for a week, but you should be back to your workouts in no time. Speaking of which, you really look like you're into fitness."
Omar grinned. "Yeah, I hit the gym pretty regularly. You don't look so bad yourself, Doc." Hudson chuckled and shook his hand. "Thanks. I try to stay active, but these days I'm so busy I'm lucky to make it to the gym once a week."
As Omar was leaving, Hudson noticed an intricate tattoo on his bicep - a rose entwined with spiral razor wire. "That's a really cool tattoo. I've never been into tattoos myself, but I admire them."
"Maybe I should help pick one out for you sometime," Omar joked with a wink. Hudson felt a little flustered but politely declined the offer. "Well, let's keep an eye on that ankle and if you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. You should be all healed up in a week."
A week later, Hudson stopped by his usual coffee shop on the way to work. As he waited in line, he heard his name called out. Turning around, he was surprised to see Omar waving at him from a table, accompanied by another muscular man.
"Hey Doc! C'mon over, I want to introduce you to a friend," Omar called out. Hudson walked over, shaking hands with the man named Braxton. Looking at Braxton's arm, Hudson noticed his tattoo matched Omar's perfectly.
"Wow, you two must really like the same tattoo artist!" Hudson remarked. "Yeah, it's a little tradition," Omar replied with a cryptic smile. He and Braxton exchanged a look.
Just then, Hudson's phone rang. Pulling it out, he saw Anna's name pop up. "Excuse me, I need to take this." Stepping aside for the call, Hudson could hear Omar and Braxton's voices drop to a whisper.
"He's a hot piece of ass, isn't he? For a white boy," Braxton said, eyes roving over Hudson's body appreciatively. "He definitely is," Omar agreed. "I've had my eye on him for days now. Did you see that wedding ring? He's getting married next month."
"Well, I'd be happy to help break him in before he settles down," Braxton said with a laugh. "From so I've seen, he could use a good hard cock in his ass. Probably never had a real man before."
Hudson returned to the table, looking a bit distracted. "Sorry about that, I better get going though. Nice running into you again, Omar. And Braxton, nice to meet you."
"Oh hey, before you go..." Omar dug in his pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. "Here, this is my number. We should hang out sometime, maybe grab a beer and hit the gym, if you're interested."
Hudson was taken aback but took the number politely. "Ok, sure, I'll keep that in mind. Well, talk to you later..." With a wave, he hurried out of the coffee shop, Omar and Braxton's eyes following his every move.
Three days later, Hudson found himself staring at Omar's number, phone in hand. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about their chance meeting, the way Omar and Braxton had looked at him with those hungry eyes. And now, with Anna's engagement ring feeling like it was choking him, Hudson impulsively typed out a text.
"Hey Omar, it's Hudson. I was thinking about your offer to hang out and hit the gym. Would you be up for that?" He hit send, heart pounding.
"Absolutely, I'm always down to work out," Omar replied, adding a winking emoji. "And how about we grab a drink too? I know a cool place we can check out."
They made plans for later that night. Hudson went through the motions at work, but his mind kept drifting to Omar and the promise of something exciting, something wild and new.
That evening, Hudson waited nervously outside the bar Omar had specified. He jumped as a hand clapped him on the shoulder - it was Omar, looking devastating in a tight t-shirt that showed off his chest.
"I hoped you'd come through!" Omar said, grabbing Hudson and pulling him in for a quick, strong hug. Hudson inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne, feeling himself get hard.
They ordered drinks and slid into a booth, their thighs brushing under the table. Hudson couldn't stop staring at Omar's tattoo. "So how have you been, Doc? You seemed distracted at the coffee shop the other day."
"I just broke up with my girlfriend," Hudson admitted, then wished he hadn't said it. "I mean, we broke off the engagement. It just wasn't right."
Omar made a sympathetic noise. "Bummer, man. But hey," he said, scooting closer, "a good way to get over a girl is to get under a guy."
Hudson nearly choked on his beer. "Uh, what? I've never... I've only been with women."
"Only been with one woman," Omar corrected with a smirk. "Nothing wrong with exploring, though. Might be just what you need." His hand found Hudson's knee under the table. "So what do you like to do for fun, outside of lifting weights? Ever have any crazy wild sex?"
Hudson laughed nervously. "I'm afraid I'm pretty vanilla. You're making me feel like a total square."
"Well, tonight we're going to fix that," Omar said, downing the rest of his drink. "C'mon, I'm going to show you a good time. Trust me."
He stood and threw a few bills on the table. Hudson followed in a daze as Omar led him outside to a waiting car. "Where are we going now?" Hudson asked, a little worried.
"You'll see," Omar said, starting the engine. "I've got a little surprise for you."
After a short drive, they pulled up to what looked like a small flower shop, all dark and closed up. "A flower shop?" Hudson repeated. "What are we doing here?"
Omar just grinned and climbed out. "I know the owner. He hooks me up with some of his... special blooms." Hudson followed him in confusion as Omar greeted the shopkeeper.
The clerk unlocked a hidden door behind the counter, revealing a set of descending stairs. "What's down there?" Hudson asked warily as Omar ushered him forward.
"You'll see, Doc. Don't be scared now."
At the bottom of the stairs was a long hallway, thumping with music. Hudson's mouth dropped open as Omar pushed open the door at the end - it was a cavernous room packed with scantily clad men, all underneath layers of leather. The air was thick with cologne and something else musky and masculine.
"Omar, what is this place?" Hudson whispered, eyes wide.
Omar laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist. "This, my friend, is where the real party is. I want you to meet some of my friends." Hudson gulped as Omar led him deeper into the throng, nodding to men as they passed. Many turned to look at Hudson with interest, taking in his clean cut looks and obvious inexperience.
"Braxton!" Omar shouted, spotting the man in the crowd. "Over here!" Braxton greeted them with a hug, looking Hudson up and down in his work clothes. "Looks like you could use a wardrobe change, new guy. Let's get you something to wear."
In a back room, Omar and Braxton helped fit Hudson into a tight leather harness and boyshorts that left little to the imagination. Hudson resisted the urge to cover himself. "You look good," Omar said, giving him a squeeze. Braxton chuckled. "Yeah, those buns were made for this getup."
Back out in the main room, Hudson's head spun from the pounding music and press of undressed male bodies. Everywhere he looked, he saw the rose and razor wire tattoo. Apparently he'd stumbled into some kind of gay leather club.
Omar grabbed his hand. "C'mon, let me show you around." He led Hudson through the crowd, introducing him to other club members - Axel, Kai, Jamal, Trey, Marcus and Darius. They all greeted him warmly, appreciative eyes roaming his new look.
In the center of the room, a raised stage throbbed with activity. "We have some sexy performers, if you're interested," Omar said with a wink. "But I was thinking you and I could have our own private show. What do you say, Doc?"
Heart pounding, Hudson could only nod. The seventh man, a tall, beautifully muscled Latino, greeted them with a smile. "Hey sexy, look who I found wandering in. This is Hudson. He's a friend of mine."
"Welcome, Hudson," the man said, pulling him close. "I'm Carlos. I've been looking forward to meeting you." Hudson tried not to gape at the thick bulge barely contained in Carlos' leather pants.
Omar handed him a drink. "Let's head to the play room and really break you in," he said, eyes dark. "Trust me, you're going to love it."
In a daze, Hudson let the men steer him to a room in the back, the door thudding closed behind them. The seven men surrounded him, their tattooed arms reaching out to stroke his skin and pull at his clothes. Hudson gasped as large hands groped his ass and thighs, palming his hardening cock through the tight leather.
"Damn, look at that sweet body," Braxton growled, sliding his hand up Hudson's shirt. "Been hiding some nice definition under those button downs."
"So fucking soft and smooth," Kai purred, rubbing Hudson's stomach. "Can't wait to get my mouth on this."
"I want to see him suck my cock first," Marcus grunted, shoving his pants down to reveal a massive ebony cock. Hudson stared at it, then looked around at the other men dropping trou, each sporting a cock that rivalled Marcus' in size and girth.
"Wow," he breathed. "You guys are..."
"Sshh, don't be shy now," Omar said, turning Hudson by the shoulders. "Go on, show them what that mouth can do."
Hudson got to his knees, the men forming a semi circle around him. Trembling, he reached for the nearest cock, taking it in hand. It was Trey's, thick and hard, the shaft pulsing against his palm. Hudson flicked out his tongue, lapping at the swollen head, tasting the bead of pre forming there.
Trey groaned. "Fuck yeah, suck it baby. Put that mouth to work." Hudson took him in deep, feeling the head hit the back of his throat. He began bobbing his head, feeling the other men stroke his hair and rub his back encouragingly.
He moved from cock to cock, marveling at each one's heft and hardness, their musky scent flooding his senses. They whispered dirty praises, urging him deeper, harder.
"I want to fuck that ass," Darius grunted, turning Hudson around. "Let me see that pretty hole."
Omar handed him a bottle of lube. "Go to town, Darius. Stretch that boy out good." Hudson gasped as big fingers sank into him, spreading the slick around. He'd never been touched there before and it burned so good.
Darius worked him open, Hudson moaning and pushing back for more. When he was satisfied Hudson was ready, he lined up his thick cock and pushed in balls deep.
Hudson screamed at the intrusion, hands scrambling for purchase on the tiled floor. But then he was moving, fucking himself back on Darius' cock, the pain giving way to pleasure. The others cheered him on, jacking off as they watched.
One by one, they took their turn with Hudson, each one fucking him harder and deeper than the last. Incoherent cries spilled from his lips, eyes rolling back in bliss. He'd never felt so full, so complete.
When at last they flooded his ass with their hot cum, Hudson was a changed man. He lay in a sweaty, satisfied heap, surrounded by their beautiful bodies and sweaty, tattooed arms. He knew he would never be the same.
Omar bent to kiss him, tasting his own release on Hudson's lips. "Welcome to the family, baby. You're going to love our little club." Hudson just smiled, already craving their cocks once more.
