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"Forty five… forty six… forty seven… forty eight…" The Tyrant grunted through gritted teeth in his gym, sweat dripping from his shirtless body as it rose and fell with each number he said, the Grand Champion now working through one-handed pushups to help keep his impressive physique up to snuff… not that there had been any significant threats to his throne so far.

"Forty nine… fifty." he grunted with a satisfied but exhausted declaration, before rolling onto his ass and taking a well deserved breather. He could finish up here if he wanted, though a healthy half-hour of cardio on top might not hurt, he considered. Though, as if to make his decision for him, he felt his electrope watch buzz with a message. There were few people he allowed to contact him openly during his training hours, so his interest was already piqued slightly.

Hey! Got a gig on tonight! Biggest one I've had in a while, gonna be crazy packed. But, if you're free, I'd love to have ya in the audience! Just swing by the Midnight Spark in a couple hours, and I'm sure I can get you in no prob.

The Tyrant's eyebrows raised in interest as he read the message. Dancing Green… it had been a little bit since he'd last got to see the Shetona, and just as long since he'd last had time to truly unwind with something not related to training or fighting. Not that the Tyrant didn't enjoy going all out in the gym and working himself into a sweaty, exhausted mess— there certainly was something enjoyable about that… but with how rarely he got to fight, it didn't feel as impactful to push himself so hard every time with his exercise.

On top of that, interest in the Arcadion had steadily been rising, thanks to the President's promotional efforts, and how much talent had been rising through the ranks, providing spectacle match after spectacle match. The Tyrant was, of course, happy about this as well, as it meant more and more fighters to potentially come to challenge him… but, it also meant more public appearances and more efforts to drum up attention for the Arcadion.

"Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, to take a night to visit him at his own request." the Tyrant considered aloud as he realized it had been quite some time since his last night on the town, simply relaxing. With this, he began to head toward his gym's showers, to begin getting ready for whatever this 'gig' might entail.

The 'Midnight Spark'. From the outside, it was a club not unlike many of the others the Tyrant had been to, but maybe that was simply due to his lack of interest and experience with them. Already, there was a line out the door, and the bouncers were rigorously checking peoples' tickets for the show tonight, ensuring that only those who'd bought one were getting in. The club by no means seemed small, yet it looked like space was all bought out.

Just what kind of event was this going to be?

Though he was THE Grand Champion of the Arcadion, even that level of fame had its limits, particularly with such things so unassociated with the Arcadion itself. As such, he wasn't sure if he should wait in line until he got to the front, letting the bouncers know he was 'expected'… or something else? He didn't really know the proper 'protocol' for being a special guest to something like this.

Fortuitously, Dancing Green himself came out from a back entrance to the building, sighting him quickly thanks to how much his height helped him stand out, and approaching him with a quick, bouncy stride.

"Heeey! You made it! I'm so glad you could!" Green flashed him a wide smile. The Tyrant nodded stoicly, and some part of him was made quite aware of how 'interesting' this meeting was. Dancing Green was, well… Dancing Green. He was fully embracing his public persona, the charismatic, energetic, lively, and 'chill' partyboy. And the Tyrant more than understood what that was like, as even he had assumed his own persona being in public, already finding his arms crossed over his chest and not expressing too much outward emotion.

It wasn't overly different from his 'normal' persona, but he did have to fight a smile seeing Green act like he was, so 'in his element' and so different than the man he knew beneath the 'mask'.

"Of course. An invitation to a renowned Dancing Green show? How could I refuse such an offer?" he asked, adding a little wink to hint at some deeper motive that likely wouldn't be caught by any onlookers. And with that little gesture, the Tyrant swore he saw Green's wide smile get a bit more genuine and less 'practiced'.

"Great! Well, I'll give you the whole VIP experience. My treat. I'll show you to your seat, you can come with me. No need to go in the same entrance as the 'common rabble'." Green said with his loud, boisterous, and charismatic candor, laughing a little to himself at his clever choice of words.

The Tyrant nodded and let himself be lead inside the club, through the backstage area with special VIP lounges to the main area, where only a few people had been let inside so far. It was honestly a nice vibe in the Tyrant's eyes; the club music was not loud yet, just some beats to set the tone while people filtered in, and it wasn't very crowded… yet.

The club itself was fashioned so that there were a number of small tables, so that patrons had somewhere to put their drinks, but for the most part it was standing room only— or rather, dancing room only, as though Green was to be the center of attention, all the spotlights on him, the Tyrant figured that everyone else would be moving and … dare he say grooving with him.

Though, a bit further back, on a raised platform, were a few tables with plush seats beside them, that had a great view of the stage and afforded a bit of personal space in the club. The Tyrant didn't know how much it would cost for one, but given what he knew about how pricey other exclusive things could be in Solution 9, he figured they couldn't be cheap.

Which is why he couldn't keep from raising an eyebrow as he was lead to one of the few seating areas by Green, seemingly having one all to himself.

"Really? You managed to get me all of this on such short notice?" the Tyrant said, surprised that Green both was able- and wanted- to give him such accommodations.

"Of course!" he said with his bright smile, the lights of the club reflecting off of his sunglasses making his gleaming smile shine all the more. "I figured you'd be more comfortable here than right in the mix with the crowd." Green added, leaning in a bit closer and speaking a bit quieter. "So, I pushed a little harder to get the club to give me one to give away." Backing up just a step and taking a gratuitous bow, motioning to the seat as he did so his voice returned to how powerful and energetic it had been before. "I did say I'd give you the VIP treatment, didn't I?"

The Tyrant himself couldn't keep a little chuckle from slipping from his smiling lips, but he nodded and graciously accepted the seat, taking a glance at the club's drink menu while Green happily implored him to 'Please, enjoy the show~'

More and more people filtered in as the night went on, and the Tyrant contented himself with simply peoplewatching— though he did always have his eye on Dancing Green himself, honestly somewhat amazed at watching him filter through the crowd, greeting people, laughing with them, telling jokes, being immensely personable, and smiling all the while. No matter if he knew the person well or had just met them, his impressively warm candor and great energy made it seem like he was friends with everyone, and he was always bouncing and moving with such energy everywhere he went. Striking poses, taking pictures, and even breaking out a smooth move or two, Green mingled and worked his way throughout the crowd with ease.

It was honestly quite interesting for the Tyrant to watch him 'work', to see how he happily greeted everyone, spent some time with them, and just how smoothly and casually he made every one of his interactions seem so 'cool'. Winks, secret handshakes, finger guns, and all manner of other things let the star of the show slip in and out of conversations, and true to his persona, the Tyrant watched as Dancing Green really did try and make an effort to chat up basically everyone who had come to see him.

Granted, the club's entrance tonight was fairly exclusive overall, it was nothing like a packed stadium that Honey B. might pull for one of her 'shows', but it was clear to see the effort Green took in making sure his fans were having a good time.

And, sure enough, just a moment later the Tyrant heard an "Is everyone having a good time?!" Green's voice ringing out as he grabbed a mic and slipped onstage, the spotlights all zeroing in on him as the show seemed about to begin.

The crowd mustered an excited cheer in response to the question, and already the energy in the club was high. People near the stage were happily waving towards him and calling out to him as he gave everyone a wink and a point, his hips already moving side to side alongside the gentle but rhythmic beat filling the club.

"Alright folks! Well, we've got an amazing show planned for you tonight! So get on your feet, feel the music, and ride the rhythm while the Fabulous Frogs and myself dance the night away!"

And with this the first song of the night began to play, Green giving a twirl and snapping his fingers, body already in full motion giving the crowd a taste of his moves. Behind him, stepping out from artificially produced fog, four backup dancers wearing complimenting outfits to Dancing Green stepped out, mirroring his moves and adding to the spectacle of it all.

To the Tyrant, it was already quite the sight to see how he controlled, captivated, and worked a crowd. His stage presence was honestly amazing, and though it manifested entirely differently than the Tyrant's powerful, self-aggrandizing showboating, it did remind him a little of how he worked the crowd up during an Arcadion match.

Between songs, Green was getting the audience excited for more, hyping them up, and altogether creating an electric atmosphere, his star power and charismatic warmth was absolutely captivating. Even the Tyrant himself found himself smiling and tapping his foot along to the rhythms that Green was moving his body to.

Let it never be said that I don't know how to have fun. the Tyrant grinned and thought to himself as he indulged in watching Green step and groove across the stage to the beat. The Tyrant was honestly amazed that his demeanor was so vastly and entirely different in this environment, compared to how he was with a collar around his neck…

Though, the thing that captivated the Tyrant more than Green's stage presence and his ability to get the whole crowd excited, was his dancing itself. As the Tyrant watched him move gracefully and powerfully across the stage, shimmering beneath the glittering disco ball and rolling his hips to the alternating lights on the floor, he realized that this was the first time he'd really seen Green dance.

Of course, the Tyrant had seen Green put down a move here or there, and he'd seen the man 'fight' in the Arcadion, which in its own way was dancing, but this was the first time he'd really seen Green perform.

Green's movements and motions were honestly pretty impressive to the Tyrant. As a master of martial combat, and someone who'd trained and honed his body to its absolute limits, he was more aware than anyone about what one's body was capable of. And seeing the incredibly well-trained steps that Green had likely practiced hundreds or even thousands of times, the sheer grace and fluidity that each groovy, funky move had was not lost on the Eldite.

And though the dancing was not explicitly sexual, the Tyrant couldn't help but find himself getting a bit warmer under the collar as he watched on, his eyes captivated by a few of Green's features: Green's slightly unbuttoned shirt that showed off that perfectly teasing hint of his slim, sexy body beneath, the collar of it fluttering this way and that as he spun across the stage. His round and very appealing ass, that was shown off surprisingly well from some of his movements in his disco pants that were fairly form-fitting around his hips. And, well, that smiling face too, to be honest.

The little, sensual flashes of his body both showed off his figure so well, and kept the Tyrant's eyes roaming all around, extra captivated by the hip-shaking dance routine as the Grand Champion could scarcely keep his mind from recalling how he knew that body looked in more… compromising positions.

Thanks to how rapt his attention had been however, the Tyrant hardly realized that so much time had passed already when Dancing Green announced that he was taking a mid-show pause. Many of the gathered audience took their own time to filter back towards the tables, relaxing a bit from all their own dancing and getting some drinks while the music returned to it's more calm, ambient beats.

"So, what did you think? You seemed quite drawn to my moves." Green asked as he settled into one of the open seats beside the Tyrant, cheekily stealing a sip of his drink before setting it back down. "Phew, that's strong."

"Hah, well when you're as big as I am, it takes a bit to get your head swimming." the Tyrant explained, picking his drink up and holding it in his hand so the Shetona wouldn't be able to pilfer any more. The Tyrant saw a look of genuine pride on Green's face, noting that the man seemed truly happy that his performance seemed to actually capture the Grand Champion's interest.

"I cannot deny that I'm impressed. I had no idea that it took so much skill to pull off one of your routines. You really know how to move your body."

"You know, it looked like you were drawn to a few places on my body in particular~" Green smirked, his words teasingly accusatory as he crossed his legs and sat confidently across from the Tyrant. "Not all of your thoughts about how I move my body were entirely 'chivalrous' were they?"

"There was a certain… sensuality to your dancing, I cannot deny."

"Oh? Is that all? Maybe I was just seeing things, but you looked like you were dressing me down in your mind… maybe thinking about some of those moves with me a little less modest, perhaps?"

"Tch..." the Tyrant uttered, his arms crossing over his chest, though this response was more than enough of an admission for Green.

"That's alright, I don't mind you getting all hot and bothered from watching me move. In fact…" Green said, still with his teasing smile, before leaning in a bit closer to the Tyrant's ear. "If you thought those moves were good, I've got some that I think you'll really like. Come visit me backstage after the show, if you want a more… private… and thorough demonstration, Sire~"

Green leaned heavily into that final word, teasingly hinting at their more secret interactions, taking a single one of his fingers and trailing it down the Tyrant's chest, from his collarbone down to where his arms crossed, before standing up and preparing to get on with the rest of the show.

Without even waiting for a response, though, Green stood up and began to make his way toward the stage, strutting confidently and not even passing another glance back toward the Champion as he readied himself to take to the spotlight again. This left the Tyrant to sit with that salacious offer, and just the thought of it alone was enough to cause a healthy amount of warmth to pool in his core, and he could feel his pants grow a bit tighter as embers of arousal caused him to fill out a bit.

"Alright everyone! I hope you're ready for round two because the music ain't done, and neither am I!" Green flashed his dazzling grin and pointed to the audience with a snap, his hips already bobbing to the growing beat. It was only a moment before cheers sounded again and the open space in front of the stage was populated with excited dancers once more.

"I don't know if that first set got everyone warmed up or not, but just in case, for this next part, we're gonna turn up the heat!" the Shetona declared as his backup dancers made their way to his sides and the music began to pick up into the start of a song.

No one said that life would be easy~

Workin' hard from nine to five~

The Tyrant watched as Green's fervor for dancing and his energy swelled to new heights, and though his eyes were mostly obscured by his sunglasses, the Eldite could swear that the dancer gave him more than a handful of passing glances as he worked through this second routine.

Shed your skin tonight~!

We're all waitin' here for you~

In the ring tonight~!

Hey now, what you got to lose~?

Honestly, if the Tyrant didn't know any better, he would've assumed that Green planned this routine just to continue working him up. Maybe he was just paying more attention to it, but he could swear that Green was working his hips more, running his hands over his body more, and striking more poses that were somewhat provocative in the middle of his show, just to ensure that the Tyrant's arousal stayed nice and piqued.

Come find something special~

Something unexpected~

Up here on top of the world tonight~!

No you won't regret it~

So forget your worries~!

Go on and lose your mind~!

Green's every move, his every teasing gesticulation seemed primed solely to get the Tyrant's mind thinking of how that slim, sexy body would look making those same moves, but without all that clothing in the way. How he might feel rolling those hips and shaking that backside while nice and close to the Tyrant, rather than down there on that stage— breath and skin warm and mingling…

"Alright, thank you so much everyone! I hope you had a great time out here tonight! That's all for me, but feel free to keep it nice and groovy on the dance floor, burning it up until the morning!" Green called out as cheers and applause filled the club, with him and his backup dancers taking bows.

The music wound down a bit as people filtered around the club, even some getting onto the stage to dance the night away. But as the Tyrant watched Green head backstage, he knew he had something much more fun in store for him than strutting his stuff under that disco ball…

"Hey, hey, hey buddy. You allowed to be back here?" a bulky Hyune wearing pitch black sunglasses and a fairly tight shirt showing his physique stuck his hand out, blocking the Tyrant from going any further.

"Surely, the Grand Champion of the Arcadion is allowed to visit the rising star of the Cruiserweight division." the Tyrant returned flatly, unintimidated by the bouncer.

"Mmh, you got lucky, pal. Normally we don't let people throw their weight around here like that, but Dancin' Green said to expect you." the bouncer answered dismissively, but he stepped aside nonetheless, gesturing towards the greenroom where Green was.

Stepping inside he saw Green relaxing on a couch, taking a long sip from a bottle of water, before setting it down and waving the Tyrant in eagerly.

"Come in, come in! Make yourself comfortable." the Shetona motioned for the Tyrant to join him on the couch. "Let me know if I can get you anything. All part of the full VIP experience!" Green said with his trademark smile, before he leaned a little closer, voice smooth as his breath tickled over one of the Eldite's pointed ears. "You are a very important person after all, Sire."

"Mnnh, you're really feeling yourself tonight, aren't you?" the Tyrant said with a smirk of his own forming, as he cast an amused look toward Green, who'd begun to get up off of the couch with slow, deliberate, and sensual movements to stand before his guest.

"Things are more fun when you have someone specifically to perform for." Green winked as he took off his sunglasses, placing them atop the table. With this, Green then began to unbutton his shirt slowly, swaying his body in time with an unheard beat, grinning as the Tyrant's gaze was torn between watching those curvy hips and that tight, toned tummy that was being further and further revealed. "So, watching me dance gets you horny, huh?"

"It might." the Tyrant replied, clearly playing coy as he drank in the sight of Green giving him a little strip tease, and now with how he'd moved to sit on the couch, the outline of his arousal was more than apparent.

"Then how about one more dance then?" Green offered, sashaying closer to the Tyrant's lap as he still rocked his hips from left to right and undid another button on his shirt. "A special, private dance, just for you."

"How could I say no? I do want the full VIP experience, after all." the Tyrant hummed in return, not hiding the way his eyes were utterly devouring the lithe Shetona in the slightest.

"Just what I wanted to hear." Green winked and undid another button on his shirt, standing nice and close to the Tyrant now. It was only then did the Tyrant realize that not only was Green unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up, but since his performance, he'd actually done up the topmost buttons, hiding that sensual little peek at his collarbone from sight.

And it was only once Green actually undid those topmost buttons did the Tyrant get to see just why he had done that.

Sliding against one of the Tyrant's thighs as he finished unbuttoning all of his shirt, Green settled nice and close into his lap, preparing to give him quite the special dance as it was revealed that he was wearing a collar— one that had been previously concealed by his shirt. And not only that, but a nice, long leash as well, that Green sensually placed into the Tyrant's hand, before he shrugged off his shirt and jacket, letting everything covering his upper body fall to the floor like water cascading off his soft skin.

Honestly, this little surprise caught the Tyrant a bit off guard, really not having expected Green to have saved a collar in his greenroom, nor to secretly slip it on while waiting for his special guest to visit. Though, the look of genuine surprise on his face quickly shifted to one of dominant excitement as he clutched the leather of the leash in his hand tightly, quickly and readily slipping fully into the role he knew that Green wanted.

"Just don't tug me too hard yet, unless you don't want me to give you that special dance." Green advised as he began to sway in the Tyrant's lap, the soft musculature in his core shifting slightly as he looked right into the Tyrant's eyes alongside his sensual little lap dance.

The Tyrant just hummed a little groan at this, leaning back into the couch and spreading his legs slightly to let Green have as much space to work with as he pleased. Swaying his hips left and right in little, sensual gyrations, Green showed off his body, his soft hands teasingly roaming and trailing over his torso, stomach, and sides as he put on his private show for the Tyrant.

Green himself was throbbing in his smallclothes, loving the way the Tyrant's eyes were drawn to him, his hungry gaze looking almost feral as he bit his lower lip and watched as Green sexually danced atop his lap— to say nothing of how hot it was to feel the gentle insistence of that collar around his neck and the hot, prominent swell of the Tyrant's own arousal pressed into his leg.

Those hands worked down his bare torso as he rolled his body, and after enough teasing, Green let his fingers tug at the button securing his pants, and the zipper beneath. Pulling his pants open at the front, the Tyrant was treated to the sight of his tented smallclothes; that silky smooth purple fabric he enjoyed so much.

The Tyrant continued to be given quite the little show as Green shimmied off of his leg, his body slithering like a snake as the sensual swaying of his tummy and hips made his slim figure move in such alluring ways. And in perfect rhythm with those swaying movements, Green's thumbs hooked beneath the loosened waistline of his pants, slipping the form-fitting garment down in a smooth, fluid motion.

Dancing Green stepped out of the pooled fabric as he took the couple of steps back toward the Tyrant's lap, and now the swell of his bubbly ass and his delightfully androgynous hips were so much more on display.

"Pants getting a little tight there, Sire~?" Green asked as he returned to giving the Eldite a lap dance, making sure to press the prominent swell of his own bulge into the Tyrant's body as his hand trailed along the now quite sizable bulge in his leggings.

"They are. I expect you to do something about that." the Tyrant said, keeping his voice steady so that he would appear unamused by Green's playfulness— though the way Green could feel his cock pulse against his hand let him know he was just slipping more into his dominant persona. Of course, Green would never complain about that.

"My pleasure, Sire." Green smiled, continuing his well-trained and rhythmic movements as he slid his hands down the Tyrant's chest, letting his own body slip lower and lower until he was kneeling between those thick, strong, powerful thighs and calves. Trailing his eyes upwards over the Tyrant's body from his thighs, to his chest, up to his stern, piercingly captivating eyes, Green just took a moment to let it all sink in.

His head felt light and wonderfully dizzy as he looked up at the Tyrant's expectant visage, seeing the line of that leash from his collar to that firm fist, and knowing he was knelt between thighs so muscular, the strength of them was perceptible even through the leather pants the Tyrant was wearing.

And then, after absolutely reveling in that perfect moment, Green got to work. His fingers playfully ran over the Tyrant's upper thighs before they began to work at the zipper securing the pants. Once that was taken care of, the Tyrant raised himself off of the couch for a moment so that Green could slide them down his strong legs.

A bit to his surprise, but not his disappointment, Green's fingers slipped beneath not only those pants, but his smallclothes as well, and the Tyrant found his cock slapping against his abs with a dull, but tantalizingly heavy smack as he was left naked from the waist down.

And with himself exposed like this, entirely hard cock out in the open, and Green's leash in hand, his desire to enforce his dominance was something he could no longer resist.

"A-ah…" Green gasped as he was pulled tight against the Tyrant's body, each of his soft hands falling atop a thick, powerful, warm thigh. The tug of the leash brought his face right into the root of the Tyrant's masculinity, and with the way his legs were spread, meant he was all but planting kisses on those heavy balls… which he began to do even without a command.

"So, you thought you could work me up all night and not have to suffer the consequences?" the Tyrant asked in the same accusatory tone he'd take to someone challenging his throne that he'd subsequently lain low. Green answered this question only with more smooches on the Tyrant's heavy sack, his warm breath spilling out in heavy puffs as he let himself get drunk on the Tyrant's scent there, and let the surging arousal sweep through him entirely.

"Maybe you didn't know that watching you dance got me horny. Watching you work that sexy body of yours onstage, the way you captivated that audience, the smile on your face as you let go and showed yourself off." the Tyrant prefaced, gazing down at the man, enjoying as his bare skin was laved by lips and tongue alike. "But you found out once you came and talked to me. And what did you do next?"

Green paused momentarily to look up into the Tyrant's eyes with his own, the cock against his cheek hard and warm. The Tyrant rolled his hips against the man's face and tugged the leash down a bit to 'encourage' Green to keep up those ministrations with his mouth.

"You teased me. And teased me. I saw that sparkle in your grin, knowing that you were getting me horny with those moves, knowing that I was watching you from afar, just thinking of taking you."

This coaxed a little shiver from Green, giddy with lust knowing that he did in fact have the intended effect on the Tyrant with his second routine.

"Well, now I've come to make good on that." the Tyrant declared. "Suck."

Green groaned in pleasure as he felt the pull of his collar drag him against every ilm of that cock, until the throbbing tip was flush with his lips. With no hesitation in the slightest, one of his hands on those thighs made their way to that veiny length, encircling the base of that immensely hard cock to guide it into his mouth.

At first Green simply kissed at the tip, taking only about half of the head between his lips and lavishing the rim of his foreskin with his tongue. He slithered the wet, warm muscle of his tongue over the sensitive skin, and dipped it against the slightly exposed glistening pink of the Tyrant's glans, savoring the salty spice of the precum that had gathered there.

"Oh, you can do better than that." the Tyrant shook his head, running his hand not holding Green's leash through that soft hair, weaving his fingers through it and finding the back of the man's head… before pushing down.

A moan spilled out from Green, coupled with a wet, debauched 'glk' as the Tyrant's thick, generous endowment slid towards the back of the Shetona's mouth and kissed at the entrance to his throat. Green's toes curled and his eyelids fluttered as he was shown such forceful dominance, and Levin he really had been working the Tyrant up with his dancing because once that thrust peeled his foreskin back, Gods was there so much precum. He must have been horny all night, with how much he'd been leaking into his hood…

"Nnnnhh, that's more like it…" the Tyrant rumbled in bliss, his breaths becoming little groans of pleasure as Green started bobbing his head up and down on that cock, guided by the hand on the back of his head. Green felt the cock flex in his hand as he tightened his grip around the base of it, slathering every ilm of heavy, leaky Eldite cock he could fit in his mouth with spit. Every dip of his head was accompanied by a messy noise that was choked out from Green's throat, sounds that let the Tyrant know that his swollen cockhead was sliding back into his trophy's throat.

He didn't need to thrust his hips, the Tyrant knowing now about how much of his thick cock that Green could take— a little more than half. Guiding him down, and letting the man schlick back up, lips forming the most tantalizing and stimulating seal around the circumference of his 'behemoth', the Tyrant's muscles rippled under his skin as he all but face-fucked Green.

The Shetona himself was dizzy, not really from lack of air, but from the bliss of slipping into that wonderful headspace of simply not needing to think, and letting the Tyrant command and use him how he pleased. And thunder above, was it always just so arousing to feel that massive Eldite man stuff his mouth and throat full of his more than proportional cock, letting Green feel every powerful flex and potent throb, and allowing Green to savor every spilled drop of thick precum that he coaxed from that pent-up length.

Glk…glk…glk…glk…

The sounds filling the room now were not too loud, but fuck were they lewd. There was almost no mistaking what those sloppy, deep, slippery noises were, nor that Green was unable to keep himself from moaning alongside each one whenever his throat wasn't full of Tyrant cock. Rivulets of spit were beginning to run down the length of the Tyrant's cock, tracing the lines of a vein as they dribbled downwards until they beaded up on his balls and dripped down onto the couch. Somehow, the Tyrant figured that this was the least of the messes that might be made on that couch tonight…

The Tyrant kept this up for some time, letting himself be worked toward that edge as Green's tight, suckling lips slipped up and down his cock… up and down… up and down… He hardly even realized how pent-up he'd gotten until he felt just how powerful the sensation of that slutty Shetona desperately throating his cock was.

But his orgasm was steadily approaching. There was just no way he could hold out, given how untenably horny he was, how fucking good Green's throat felt, and how arousing it was to watch the slim little dancer, wearing nothing but tented (and now slightly damp) smalls, taking so much of his thick cock into his tight, wet throat. And of course, Dancing Green would look absolutely amazing with his lips dripping with cum, or his face painted with every rope that the Tyrant was becoming increasingly desperate to spill…

But no. He couldn't let Green finish him with just his greedy, and impressively well-trained mouth. No, tonight, after so much teasing, the Tyrant needed to really stake his claim; really dominate him.

And so, the next time that the Tyrant's firm, strong hand forced Green down on his cock, instead of letting him work back up, the Tyrant just held him there for a moment or two, wanting to savor the feeling of that sloppy, warm throat and watch Green struggle as he throbbed deep inside…… before he pulled the man off entirely.

Green took a sharp, heavy breath now that his throat was no longer filled with cock, but the blissful delirium he wore on his face was as present as ever. His dazed, distant eyes looked towards the Tyrant's for further instruction as he panted gently, every so often a little sigh of enjoyment mixing in.

"I should think that for a full VIP treatment, I deserve more than just your mouth, don't you think?" the Tyrant asked rhetorically, watching the panting Shetona rest with the glossy cock against his face, smearing him with wetness with every throb.

"Yes, Sire." Green nodded in agreement, assuming what the muscular Eldite might be hinting at, but happy to wait until he was commanded to provide it outright.

"Good. Stand up and get those last coverings off. One last dance of the night, hm?"

"Of course, Sire." Green assented, though he couldn't hide the way his lips curled into a little smirk. He was more than happy to give the Tyrant one more little show, knowing that with some trained movements of his body as he slid his smalls down, he might get the man worked up even more. Yet, the best part was that the collar he wore was not his last secret surprise for his liege… no, there was one more present in store for the Tyrant that night.

Rising from his position between those powerful thighs, Green swayed his surprisingly thick hips while looking right into the Tyrant's eyes. The Tyrant watched his sensual movements as he unfastened his jacket entirely, sliding one arm each from its sleeve and resting now fully nude against the couch as he tossed it aside, grinning as he awaited his trophy to join him in undress.

Feeling himself so wonderfully, Green gave one last wink before turning around and taking a few steps away— just to the limit of that collar. And all the while, letting the Tyrant get the most amazing view of his back. Not only was his full, generous ass on display, no longer trapped within the confines of those disco pants, but the man's soft thighs, toned legs, and his smooth back looking like a buffet, the Tyrant wanting to touch and indulge himself in every facet the man had.

Shifting his body this way and that with sensual movements, Green swayed in his final little rhythmic strip tease, running his hands all over his nearly nude body before bending down and hooking his thumbs beneath his last remaining garment. With his legs slightly spread and his backside on better display than ever, Green continued his rolling motions to entice and entrance the Grand Champion as purple fabric was drawn down to the very bottom of those immaculately sculpted dancer's legs.

And there, between those soft, squeezable cheeks, the Tyrant saw the final surprise of the night. Resting neatly and snug was a gleaming, shining emerald— or, a facsimile of one. A modest, but very eye-catching jeweled plug, that was buried in its entirety into Green's tight hole.

"See something you like?" Green asked, grabbing each side of his ass with splayed palms, his slender fingers sinking into the gentle fat there and spreading himself, letting that plug glimmer prominently… teasingly… for the Tyrant.

"Fuck…" the Tyrant said low, under his breath, through gritted teeth. He thought that Green was sexy, alluring, and frankly beautiful as he was. He could easily get lost in the slim and delicate curves of his body. The way his toned, gentle musculature lurked beneath that soft skin, the way his slightly androgynous figure looked while in motion— dancing, or teasing, or stretching, or Hells, anything at all really… it was all something that the Tyrant could hardly get enough of. He really did have the sexiest little Cruiserweight trophy to play with…

But that plug. That cute little jeweled plug that sat firmly nestled between his cheeks was almost too much for the Tyrant— and easily one of the sluttiest things he'd ever seen.

"Come here. On the couch. On your knees. Time to get my hands on you." the Tyrant commanded, and pulled on the leash just a bit to encourage Green back towards the couch, which with the latent feral hunger he could detect behind each word, he was only too happy to oblige. It seemed his little treat worked just as he'd hoped… and now it was time to reap the reward of having a far too horny and worked up Tyrant desperate to fuck him senseless.

Folding his arms one over the other, Green rested his face atop them so he could look over his shoulder while he knelt on the couch, facing away from the now standing Tyrant so that he could have his body handled and his ass groped.

"N-nnhhhh…" Green sighed as he felt that leash grasped tightly, both wanting to restrict his movement as much as possible and give him the most direct display of just how fucking badly he wanted to dominate the dancer. The Tyrant was doing a great job of maintaining his composure, but Levin, Green just wanted to feel him let go and just go absolutely feral.

"Seems my trophy found himself a little embellishment." the Tyrant smirked as he used each of his thumbs to spread Green, and the Shetona couldn't help from shivering as he was handled with just that bit of roughness.

"Yes, Sire." Green sighed with a nod, wanting to say so much more, wanting to tease him and ask if the sight of his plugged ass excited him… though, he knew better than that. Not with that collar around his neck. Besides, with how firmly those fingers were sinking into his skin, and with how barely the Tyrant was able to suppress the possessive rumble in his voice, the answer to such a question was already clear to Green.

"Thunder above, you look so sexy with a plug." the Tyrant practically growled into one of Green's sensitive ears as he held that leash tight with one hand, his other sliding between bountiful, warm cheeks to press in on that faux emerald, making sure the swell of that plug pressed in against those tight walls.

Green sighed at this, both from the compliment but also from the way the bulb of the plug ground into his swollen, aching, and delightfully sensitive prostate as he did so— and the Tyrant was treated to the sight of Green shivering against the couch and curling his toes tight for a moment as a reward for doing so.

"That feel good? You like having that plug in? Like having me massage it into your tight hole?" the Tyrant asked, just using his middle and ring fingers to push that plug into Green gently but insistently over and over, reveling in the soft reactions he got for doing so, and the sight of Green clenching desperately around it.

"Y-yes, Sire." Green groaned with a shaky breath, and though he was asked three questions, this single answer was more than enough.

"Did you slip this in after the show while you were putting your collar on?" the Tyrant asked, pressing a bit more firmly on that plug to watch it sink into Green and see how needily his muscles squeezed around it.

"N-no, Sire." was all Green answered, voice a bit strained but now very much losing himself in the utter bliss of being teased, toyed with, grabbed, and enjoyed while his leash was held so wonderfully tight.

"No?" the Tyrant said with a tone of mild surprise, and a raised eyebrow— though of course, his fingers kept up their pace without stopping for even a second. "Then… you've had this in all night?"

"M-mmhmm… yes, Sire." Green affirmed with a nod, before a sharp sigh was pulled from him as the Tyrant grappled with with revelation, his heavy cock giving a notable flex as he processed this.

"So, throughout all your routines… the whole time you were talking with me on the couch… with every single move you made and the entire time you were addressing your fans and the audience…" the Tyrant murmured as he thought about every situation in his head, replaying them all but now with the added knowledge that the slutty Shetona had this thick emerald plug resting within him the entire time.

"Yes, Sire." Green answered the unasked question.

"Levin, you're incorrigible. What a whore…" the Tyrant grunted through gritted teeth, grappling with this knowledge and finding that this might have been the single most arousing thing he'd ever known in his life. And it drove him fucking wild.

He was no longer content to just play with and toy with Dancing Green any longer. No, he needed to sate the burning, searing blaze of lust within him. Thunderous heavens, he had already been worked up well enough, but seeing this slutty little plugged and horny, teasing Shetona in his hands, knowing that he was his to use as he pleased?

The Tyrant no longer had any will, nor reason to resist.

"You're nice and warmed up for me now, aren't you? Since you've had this plug in you all night." the Tyrant asked, not expecting an answer— particularly as he tugged on that plug now, watching the base of it slide out but Green's grippy hole was reluctant to give it up.

Instead of answering, Green simply sighed, a groan of fused intensity and bliss choking from his lips as the plug was tugged. The Tyrant continued pulling on it, one finger on either side of the 'stem' as he coaxed further and further sounds from the needy man beneath his hands, watching in absolute delight as more and more of the bulb of the plug began to reveal itself.

Slowly, oh so slowly… bit by bit more of the silver of that plug revealed itself until— pop!

"F-fuckhhh…!" Green whined from the sudden sensation of it being pulled from within him, and his rim flexed against nothing while he grappled with the sensation of being empty for the first time in hours. But, the Tyrant had no intention of having him stay that way for long.

Placing the plug aside, the Tyrant pressed two fingers against Green's hole, which slipped in with nearly no resistance thanks to how 'warmed up' he was. And within, he found Green as amazingly tight and warm as ever, those walls gripping around his fingers readily, in search of something to replace the wonderfully filling pressure of that plug. Inside, the Tyrant was surprised to find that Green was already fairly slick… surely he hadn't used the plug to keep slickness inside of him for just this very moment, had he?

The Tyrant didn't even ask if that was Green's intention. No, the time for words had long passed. He needed Green around his cock, and he needed it now— with all the moaning and slapping sounds that came with it.

Green loosed a gentle whine as the Tyrant's fingers slid from within him, but those toes were made to curl and his back to arch as he felt something new replace them. A thick, pulsing, warmth against his relaxed rim.

"Please, Sire… please… want you so bad…" Green all but begged, even without being asked to, desperately horny in his own right, knowing his plans to get the Tyrant worked up into a frenzy had worked even better than he expected. And now, with the Grand Champion's thick, hot, glossy cockhead pressed right against his entrance, spit and precum smearing against the sensitive skin as it was dragged up and down the cleft of his ass… he wanted nothing more than to be absolutely fucking claimed.

The two of them moaned out desperately in unison as the thick swell of the Tyrant's glans slipped inside of Green. The Shetona quivered and practically melted against the couch, barely able to keep himself upright as ilm after ilm of hard, throbbing cock slid inside of him. He was extra thankful for that leash now, helping to keep him suspended as his muscles tensed and clenched and shivered involuntarily from the almost overwhelming sensation of it all.

The Tyrant had never slipped inside so quickly… so easily… so well. Already prepared as he was, Green's eager body welcomed the immense heft of the Tyrant's maleness with tense but unrestrictive clenches.

"Rrrhhh… Levin I'm… already so deep in you. You're taking me so well. Fuck, you were needy to have me claim you, weren't you?" the Tyrant half rumbled, half sighed as his eyelids fluttered with his length already nearly buried to the hilt, and Green squeezing so incredibly tight around him all the while.

Green just burbled out a desperate sound as his mind blanked, barely able to think with so much inside of him, that pressure around his throat, and the warmth of the Grand Champion behind him, poised to fuck him until what few thoughts remained were replaced with naught but bliss.

"You can feel me all the way in, can't you?" the Tyrant murmured against the root of one of Green's soft ears, leaning forward so that his rippling, firm muscles pressed right into the Shetona's soft back. The Tyrant took his free hand and traced it over Green's smooth, tight stomach, emphasizing just how deep he was, fingers teasingly trailing over where it felt like the thick swell of his cockhead was buried within him.

Trailing down just a hint, the Tyrant's strong, rough hand grazed over Green's pubic bone, just as soft and smooth as anywhere else on his body, before it encircled his cock, the Tyrant's thick hand leaving only Green's tip free from the maddeningly intense pressure of its grip. Already, this made the muscles all throughout Green's body tense, and a syrupy moan spilled from deep within his chest as his long-denied cock was touched… was squeezed. The pressure was maddeningly delightful, the Tyrant's hand so big that it encircled so much of him.

"And here I thought your voice would be tired from earlier." the Tyrant teased, voice still nestled right against the base of one of Green's ears, the richness of it making the hair on his neck stand on end. "Yet, you're louder than ever." he added, warm breath against the sensitive inner portion of Green's ear as he held the shuddering man.

Taking his index finger, the Tyrant trailed the flat of it over the very tip of Green's cock, smearing the gathered wetness around. Green tensed and sighed as that touch alighted upon his throbby cockhead, the fingertip teasing the precum-drenched rim of his foreskin, the sizzlingly sensitive flesh squishing and sliding beneath that thick digit while it drifted all around the shining, glistening pink of his slightly exposed glans.

And even this light attention was enough to nearly overwhelm Green. That one finger, smearing over his touch-sensitive tip, the rest of those fingers squeezing his desperate cock that throbbed with every beat of his heart, the feeling of the Tyrant's impressively firm body flush against is own thanks to just how incredibly deep he was buried, and the increasingly tight and firm tug of that leash was bringing him close to that white-hot precipice already.

"Fuck, your prostate is throbbing against my cock. No wonder you're leaking so much over my finger." the Tyrant rasped against his ear, causing Green's toes to curl tighter. He knew that the Tyrant was speaking the truth too, as he could feel that tender, sensitive bulb swell with his heartbeat, and quake with the involuntary throbs of his aching cock as his tip was treated to that slippery finger's ministrations and the tight palm around his shaft. Lightning above, he wasn't even being stroked and he was nearing the edge already… his needy body gripping and milking the royal cock hilted within him all the while.

"Fuck! F-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Sire, fuck!" Green wailed in sheer and utter ecstasy as the Tyrant began to pump in and out of him, pressure and motion and blessed friction against his walls; swollen, thick, hefty Eldite cock dragging out of him as his muscles gripped at the massive length all the tighter, and his prostate resonating as a conduit of thrumming, electric sensation that danced up his spine and throughout his cock as the Tyrant's warm cockhead ground into and then past it.

"O-ohhh… n-nghhh! Fuck! Ah!" Green couldn't keep his voice quiet in the slightest as the Tyrant moved within him. His pace was slow, just wanting Green to squirm beneath the amazingly filling girth of his endowment before he truly began fucking him in earnest. More sounds, more whines, more huffs, and more pleas spilled from Green as the Tyrant's teasing finger slipped under the rim of the Shetona's foreskin, using the copious precum to swirl and squish within swirling around and around and around within.

If Green's soft body was stuttery before, this little act made him tense and gasp and grunt and squirm to a whole new level. The stretch of his hood around that thick finger, and the way it squelched within, sliding wet and messy against the most sensitive parts of his cock, dragging over his pulsing pink tip and the maddeningly receptive underside made his every muscle writhe of its own volition.

"Fuck, so close already? I've barely even touched you." the Tyrant teased with that dominant and breathy whisper right against his ear still, and Green could hardly even manage to nod his head in response.

"Nnnh, and I've barely even gotten the chance to fuck you like you deserve." the Tyrant added, low and husky, his voice rough and punctuated by a deep thrust into the Shetona's tight hole. Green had no idea what was left in store for him, but he knew he was coming nearly fully undone, that swirling finger against his glans and the cock grinding against his every sweet spot far too much for him to handle.

So, the Tyrant deigned to take Green how his cock had been begging for him to all night. The Tyrant slipped his hand off of Green's desperate, oh-so close cock, giving a dominant little chuckle as he watched it throb harder than ever— almost like the poor thing was chasing those fingers as they departed from it, begging for more touch so it could crest over the edge it was so close to, pulsing and aching between those soft little Shetona thighs with such fervor one might even think Green was cumming, were it not for the fact he wasn't spilling, and his whines spoke of want rather than relief.

"Not that I mind your whines, and the club is still quite loud, but… no need to let the security outside get another performance from you. No, you're mine and mine alone right now." the Tyrant explained as he brought his hand up to Green's mouth, the warm and rough palm pressing right against Green's lips to ensure that no matter how much he moaned, the sounds would at the very least be muffled.

With this, Green was all but a complete mess. Edged to oblivion, long denied and pent-up, horny from working his liege up, and then left on the precipice. Dizzied and drunk on lust as he felt the Tyrant's muscular arm against his hot flesh, incredibly strong fingers around his mouth as his collar was being pulled so wondrously tight. Fuck, Green could smell the scent of his own arousal on the Tyrant's hand as it was pressed into his mouth, the scent of his own lust brought right to his own senses just another layer of lustful fog for his mind to get lost in.

And it was a good thing the the Tyrant did this too; to some extent, Green was aware that he was moaning, but his mind was so deep in being used by his liege, being fucked by his liege, being subservient to his liege, that he barely even registered how much he was moaning. Louder and louder, deep and desperate and slutty, Green moaned as the Tyrant truly began to fuck him.

Though they were nowhere near as loud as Green's vocalizations, the greenroom was further filled with sounds of skin slipping skin, the Tyrant's powerful thighs meeting Green's bubbly ass, clapping skin and the telltale noises of rough, intense sex.

Thrust after thrust after thrust after thrust— the Tyrant's cock filled Green and massaged his throbby prostate, causing his walls to milk and squeeze and lavish the Tyrant's needy, equally edged and pent up cock with so much wonderful heat and slickness. Faster and faster and faster, rough and wild and unrestrained the Tyrant fucked his Shetona trophy as he pleased, making sure that every deep and nearly feral movement spoke to his desperation, declared his uncontested ownership over Green more than words ever could.

Green was fully lost in it all, it was too much, too good. He couldn't really tell when his orgasm began, or even that he was cumming. Without touching his cock, it was just a gradual heat that built and built and built, his core so warm with pulsing and simmering bliss, that the crest over the peak was less of being swept away on the intense riptide of orgasmic waves. Instead, the weighty bliss of just being so thoroughly used and fucked built and built, the haze of his mind heavier and heavier, spreading throughout his entire body, his every nerve, fully relying on the Tyrant to hold and support him as he quivered. At some point, he felt warm, wet splatters across his belly and thighs, knowing that he was spilling over himself and the couch, but he could barely tell when it had begun, nor when it would end.

No, the blissful weight of being so overwhelmed left him with no sense of anything but pleasure. He was moaning throughout it all, surely, but he let the Tyrant fuck his every care away, letting himself sink and drift and melt into the all-consuming pleasure as he kept cumming, eyes glazed and in the back of his skull as he felt that cock pump into him again and again.

Idly, while happily succumbing to the utter unraveling of his orgasm, Green felt gushes of warm heat in his tummy. As if he wasn't even in his own body, he heard himself moan into the Tyrant's hand as warm, thick, wonderful heat splattered inside of him, throbs from his liege's cock wilder than ever, and steel-hard muscle rolled and tensed and undulated against his back as the Tyrant grunted his own orgasm into his ear.

And that wonderfully suppressing, mind-dampening weight just built and built, Green's dizzied vision beginning to darken at the edges, and the muscles that had been quaking of their own accord now no longer even able to find the strength to do that.

"I've got you… I've got you… it's okay, just relax." Green heard in his ear, the Tyrant's voice sounding so distant still, even though Green knew it was right against his ear.

"O-oh…" Green gasped, the world slowly coming into focus. Still, though, he couldn't move— couldn't will a single muscle into moving at all, hardly even able to tilt his head towards the man holding him. "I…? Did I…?"

"You collapsed, just a little. It's alright, I'll hold you until it passes." the Tyrant said, and Green would have given another little shiver if he could at this. Surely the man had just been overwhelmed with his own orgasm, to act and summon the strength of his body to keep Green from falling to the floor? The Shetona's heart sped up yet further, its beats still strong with exertion.

When Dancing Green's blurred vision began to finally sharpen, he found himself on his back, head resting against the Tyrant's bicep, splayed out in his lap with the Eldite keeping his head and upper body propped upright. Green sighed heavily, his lungs and voice still barely in his control as more of his senses came back to him. He was a mess, and the Tyrant fared little better. He was slick with the sweat of exertion, and splatters and drops of white coated each of their bodies and the couch alike.

"F-fuck, s-sorry…" Green struggled, his voice breathy and weak with afterglow. "Just a little more exhausted than I expected…" Green managed to roll his head gently against the bicep he was resting it against to find the Tyrant's eyes and give him an exhausted but genuine smile. "I'm glad you liked my dancing so much though. That makes it all worth it."

"Hey." the Tyrant said with a surprising firmness, though it was clear that it was born from concern— the concern that can easily grab tighter hold of someone when an intense orgasm made their emotions a bit more vulnerable. But it was real all the same. "Don't overwork yourself for me. I did enjoy your dancing, but… you don't have to do all of… this… just for me."

Green hummed a weak but happy laugh at this. It was nice, honestly, to be held in the Tyrant's arms like this too. It wasn't the same as when he could forget all of his cares and just give up all control… but this kind of being held made his worries not seem so overwhelming.

"Dancing used to be an outlet for me… something I did to relieve stress…" Green admits with a little shake of his head and another weak laugh, turning his head so that he was more or less facing into the Tyrant's shoulder. He closed his eyes and sighed a little, equal parts tired but truly happy too. "Crazy what can become 'work' if you let it…"

The Tyrant didn't respond to this outright, just being a shoulder for Green to rest on, his other hand gently and softly stroking over one of the Shetona's thighs while he used his cultivated strength to keep Green upright, even with how exhausted and exertion-weary his own body was.

"But, you know… tonight… this dance I did, thinking of you?" Green continued, his voice slightly muffled with how he half buried himself in against the Tyrant. "I think it reminded me of why I loved it in the first place. Just seeing someone so utterly entranced, losing myself in the moment…. Just… cutting loose and letting go, letting my body speak for me."

The Tyrant couldn't keep the smile from tugging at the sides of his mouth, even if Green wasn't even able to see him. "I'm… glad I could give you that experience again."

Green just gave a warm little laugh at this, a reaction coming from pouring his emotions out like this so earnestly— even as he was being held on a now messy greenroom couch. "I'm not gonna give up the shows, but… well, it's a lot more fun knowing that you 'enjoyed' it so much." The Tyrant rolled his eyes at this, but couldn't deny that it was a fun reason regardless. "Call me conceited but… Hells, it's fun to get the Grand Champion worked up with some smooth moves."

The Tyrant's body bounced gently with his laughter as the frank admission from Green forces a few chuckles from him. "So, your motivation now is knowing that watching you work that body fills me with some less than chaste thoughts?"

"Is that a bad thing?" Green asked, turning his head to the side, back from the Tyrant's shoulder so the man could see just how widely he was grinning. He kept his eyes closed, still more than happy to sink in against and rest on the Tyrant, but even in his exhausted state, the lingering tendrils of afterglow and their little conversation had the man beaming.

"Just so long as you don't mind dealing with the consequences of your actions whenever I'm in attendance."

"I've always been too good at getting into trouble, it seems." Green smiled, before just completely letting himself go limp against the Tyrant, both trusting him to hold him up and honestly just not really even being able to muster the modicum of strength to do anything but let his body entirely sink against the man.

The pair sat like this for a moment, before the Tyrant figured that Green would be better off somewhere else besides just draped over his body in a still fairly busy club. "You want me to drive you home? You can sleep on the way over."

"Can you carry me to the car, too?"

This pulls some more laughter from the Tyrant as he shook his head, smiling as he looked over the situation he'd found himself in… and found that he was brimming with happiness. "Who's the one getting the VIP treatment now?" the Tyrant sighed continuing to shake his head, before throwing his jacket over Green like a blanket and picking him up, figuring he could at least carry him to his car before doing his best to clean up the scene of the crime. "Just gotta slip out the back before anyone sees, I suppose."