The Lance Corporal's Offensive Maneuver

The man seemed to do everything in his might to make the state of being just a little erect a ludicrous understatement. Gyrating his hips against his crotch and then bending backwards, lower and lower until the crown of his head touched Irvin’s knees. The sight Irvin was provided with was incredible: the pale, muscular body perched on his thighs, stretched out and arched in a seductive curve, the muscles of his abs working when he held the position for a few seconds while touching his chest and abdomen. Even though Irvin held his hips (he was making sure the Lance Corporal didn’t lose his balance) he could imagine just how strenuous the move was excelled with - and how much practice you needed to pull it off perfectly. He yearned to touch him, to run his hand down from his throat over his chest and abdomen, feeling his pretty muscles, down to his groin - but he wouldn’t take his hands away from where they were holding the stripper.

When the dark-haired man used the muscles in his stomach again to move back up and looked at Irvin with that haughty stare he had to look right back at him, the only thing all his senses focused on was this man. The noises around him had faded into the background, there only were him and the Lance Corporal, playing with his cravat and pulling his bottom lip down with his thumb to show him a glimpse of white teeth. Irvin swallowed but the smirk wouldn’t leave his face.

The show went on, the stripper really giving him all his money’s worth. Irvin was transfixed through it all, the man prying his hands off his hips and standing up, spreading his legs apart and sinking between them slowly, giving him heated looks when he ran his nails along the insides of his thighs. Arousal rushed to his middle at seeing the impersonation of sex close to his crotch, all it would need was his hands grabbing his hair and pushing him forwards - of course he didn’t do anything like that. But he thought was suddenly at the top of his wish list.

The heat sizzled in the air when the stripper put his arms around his waist and pressed his cheek against Irvin’s stomach, turning his head from side to side when he moved up his body, nudging him repeatedly with his nose. He exhaled harshly through his nose at the soft sigh that was barely audible over the music, but he was so concentrated on the man that there was no way for it to slip his notice.

He was almost disappointed when the man stood up and took his delicious body heat and the smell he had been drowning in with him but he was immediately indemnified for it but the man turning around, giving him a great view on his ass that he massaged, slowly and sensually. With a glance over his shoulder he unerringly reached for the arm rests of the chair and Irvin had to suppress a gasp when he ground his perfect little ass against his inner thighs, brushing against the front of his pants that was growing increasingly too tight. The leer he received told him that the man definitely, definitely knew what he was doing to Irvin, the little shit - Irvin smirked back at him with darkened eyes.

The tension in the air and the tightly coiling arousal in his middle reached the maximum when the stripper leaned back and pressed his backside to Irvin’s front, careful to not push his ass directly into Irvin’s crotch because that would be too much - he only fed the appetite, he never fulfilled it. That was the whole purpose of this, Irvin perfectly knew that.

The look he received from his dark eyes was electrifying, and the man never stopped looking at him when he slid down Irvin’s body, arching off to not touch Irvin’s groin with anything, and finished the move by rolling his head over Irvin’s lap, making him exhale sharply again. Shit… this man was about the hottest piece of ass he had ever seen.

The song was slowly coming to an end and the stripper grabbed Irvin’s ankles, holding onto them when he pushed his ass up (Irvin stared at it, only wanting to reach for it and grope it) before rising up slowly, regaining his full height with the last beat. He took two steps, recaptured the crop he had dropped at some point during his performance, and then turned around to face Irvin. The grin he was receiving was almost disarming because it came unexpected - Irvin noticed that his teeth were nearly perfect.

He also noticed that there were still people around them because they started clapping and whistling, the DJ whooping something into his microphone that he didn’t really listened to because the stripper approached him again, tossing his bangs imperiously before reaching for his cravat. Subtle finger loosened it from around his throat without even looking there, his eyes were still fixed on Irvin when he draped the silky fabric around his neck. ‘Thanks for the generous tip, Commander.’ he said with a smirk and Irvin felt another hot jolt of passion shoot directly to his groin at the word ‘Commander’. He smirked right back at the dark-haired man and got up from the chair, hoping that the boner he was most certainly sporting wouldn’t be too visible. Luckily he had chosen jeans that didn’t fit too tightly and the material was sturdy - maybe he would get away without a smart remark.

He stood at his full height and only saw now how much he towered over the short man, Irvin was at least 2 heads taller than he was. Charming, he thought with a smirk when he straightened his shoulders and saluted perfectly.

"My pleasure, Lance Corporal~ dismissed."

And oh YES he did. Nile’s refusal didn’t confound him at all, he made sure to make the man surrender to him even if he didn’t get to sit down on his lap. Brilliant, Irvin had to admit that. Seeing the Lance Corporal whip his crop onto their table and startle Nile to the point where he willingly called the short man ‘sir’ was extraordinary. The stripper didn’t even need to touch or show anything, he had men do what he wanted just by… being there, being sassy and imperious and just plain a bratty little shit. Irvin simply loved it - and he sure as hell wasn’t the only one in the room who wouldn’t mind at all having the short man in his bed.

Expecting the short man to turn his attention to somebody else in the room, as Irvin had given him free choice on whom he wanted to give his lap dance to in the likely case of Nile’s refusal, he was very surprised when the short man actually fixed him with his eyes and raised his hand to beckon him forward with a finger. He arched his eyebrows, glancing over his shoulder to see if there was somebody else he was gesturing at, but there only was the stage - the Lance Corporal obviously beckoned him.

He contemplated the offer for a second, hesitated a long moment. His also being interested in men wasn’t a secret he necessarily strongly harbored but neither was it something he was very open with. Mike knew about it, Nile didn’t. But considering the rather drunken state the man was in Irvin doubted that Nile would be able to recall much of this the next morning - so he did the dark-haired stripper a favour and lazily pushed away from the stage to walk over to the chair he was standing next to. Being turned down yet again, and by the person having paid him, wasn’t a nice thing - and of course Irvin didn’t mind having him on his lap for a while. He couldn’t deny that he found the man smoking hot - this would be something enjoyable.

He kept his gaze fixed on him when he strolled over to him, taking in the hand that rested on his slightly pushed-out hip and the leg that was propped up on the tip of his boot. His narrow eyes were fixed on Irvin, too, his gaze imperious and haughty and he felt as if the Lance Corporal was looking down on him from above even though he was at least two heads smaller than Irvin was. Had he already mentioned that he had always loved people being a lot shorter than he was? If not, he was remembered of it now that he was walking there, the crowd cheering and the DJ babbling something over the blaring music. He was actually excited about this - he wondered if the man would allow Irvin to touch him. He knew the rules, even though he would receive the lap dance it would all be to the stripper’s conditions, he would be the one to dictate things.

He reached the stripper and cocked his head to the side, smirking at him before sitting down on the chair, leaning back against the backrest and patting his thighs his the flats of his hands.

Music pumped through the loud speakers, Pony by Ginuwine setting the mood for such a show, but Levi hated the song. He rolled his eyes, but quickly schooled his features into that of a dangerous predator. He knew what he had to do here. The hundred note was still tucked in his shorts, and he was stealing the lap of the man who gave it. He had to make sure this man left the club tonight positively rabid to have more of Levi. It was the least he could do to show his gratitude for such generosity.

Pressing up on his toes, he began rotating his hips over thighs, then rocking side to side in time with the music. Slow, controlled, deliberate. He smirked at Mr. Handsome, leaned in close to his face so they both had no choice but to look down at their laps otherwise stare at each other cross-eyed. He could feel the man's exhales on his lips, and he licked them subconsciously. Even he was a little mesmerized by how close their groins came to contact whenever he made a circle with his hips. But he knew it wasn't enough, especially not for him.

He swung his left leg back over so that he stood on the man's left side, and he trailed the tip of his riding crop along Handsome's neck. He turned, hips pitching to the left, and bent forward to give the man his own personal display of everything he owned. He sent a sultry look over his shoulder, making sure those eyes were right where he wanted them. As a treat, he reached behind him and gave a hard slap to his left ass cheek, the perfect globe bouncing from the impact. He pitched his hips in the other direction and repeated the action.

Moving to stand in front of him, Levi dropped the crop in favor of resting his hands on jean clad knees. He slid them up warm thighs, bending over while glancing up at that plump bottom lip. The temptation was ungodly. He began retreating his hands that felt small on those legs, meanwhile squatting down in front of Handsome and pushing his legs apart. With a practiced sense of willpower, he kept his eyes from glancing below the waist. He pulled himself up by the hold he had on strong knees and turned slowly, twisting his hips around and raising his arms above his head in a statuesque pose, making sure to show off all his assets. Coming to a stop in front of the spread legs, he backed up and bent his knees, grinding the air right in front of that tempting crotch.

Feeling daring, he glanced back at audience, the only one that mattered, and lightly brushed his ass against that package he just wanted to fondle until Mr. Handsome begged for Levi to put it in his mouth-- fuck, he was letting his imagination get ahead of him.

Sucking his lip in between his teeth, he gave one last teasing brush that sent a tingle up Levi's spine before turning and striking another pose for the older man to eat up. Held it, then nudged long legs to close again so he could straddle them again. This time, he sat fully on Handsome's lap, not caring if his weight was too much (he knew he was heavier than he looked, but this guy could take it). With slow, careful movements, he reached forward and took hold of large hands. They were warm, and for a moment, he forgot about all the other eyes watching them.

And he had never been so wrong.

When the stripper entered the stage Irvin was really surprised to really see a rather short man - he was right about the uniform-styled clothes. But no funny hat, he wore a white cravat and had crop with him instead. And Irvin had been right on the undercut - even though the dark hair was not mussed up, it was neatly arranged in a side parting. He was unable to guess the age of the man, he could have been 18 or 28, it all disappeared in the red light the staged was bathed in. He could only state that he was fairly handsome, his by eye-liner accentuated eyes were remarkably narrow and his features on the soft side.

He was really short, Irvin had to repeat for himself, and slender - and the moment he started moving it became obvious that there were pretty lithe muscles strapped to his bones, about everywhere on his flexible body.

Only a few seconds into the man’s show Irvin understood why there had been a crowd coming in just to too this. That small man in this rather tasteless military-costume (even though he had to admit that it was kind of hot, especially that white cravat) easily had the attention of the whole room. Irvin’s eye were following every movement, from his sassy hitting the stage with the crop to the well-trained showing his clothed backside to the audience, with a look of his face that clearly said ‘look what I’ve got, and you’ll never have it’, to his discarding his coat at the back of the stage. His eyes followed the crop when it ran along his body, watched the pretty muscles flex in his body when he rolled it. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when the young man touched his body, teasing his pale hands along his body, to his groin and thighs. Irvin was transfixed, his lips lightly open when he watched the lance corporal with fascination, loving every second of the show.

The man tore off his pants and continued his teasing display in tight black hot pants, turning to show his tight little ass to the cheering crowd - Irvin knew that he wouldn’t take everything off, the man was too classy for that. He didn’t need to, he was the hottest thing in this room (if not even in the vast periphery) in his cravat, the hot pants and the boots - Irvin bet that every gay or bisexual man in this room just wished to have him on all fours, that tight firm ass raised in the air to be exploited for their pleasure. Irvin wished for that, he was honest.

The man looked straight at their table, over his shoulder, the lithe muscles in his back flexed until he rolled his head and swayed his hips from side to side while he slowly descended into a crouch with his knees spread. Irvin watched the muscles in his thighs work until he was in a perfect crouch, arching his back and looking at the crowd again over his shoulder. His eyes were heated and a small knowing smile flittered across his face when he closed his knees and stood up slowly, sticking his perfect little ass out seductively when he stood slightly bend over at the waist and tossed his bangs imperiously before spinning around to face the crowd again.

Irvin let out a breath he had been holding during that last bit of the man’s show, shifting a little on his chair because his trousers seemed a little tighter all of a sudden. Wow. That man… really knew how to keep the crowd wrapped around his finger. And he wasn’t done yet, Irvin could tell. He had been keeping away from people’s reach up to now but he soon changed that, started playing with the people close to the stage and of course received generous tips for his efforts. Irvin could only say that he deserved about every dollar he received, he was just plain fantastic.

Smirking slightly he threw a glance at Nile and Mike, seeing that they were both watching the show with a lot of interest. He knew that none of them was gay, Nile not even in the slightest as he was going to get married to a nice woman named Mary the next day, but they were staring unabashedly at the short Lance Corporal, as well. His smirk growing wider he stood up from his chair and approached the stage, reaching into his jacket to pull a note from the bundle he kept in the inside pocket. He fixed his gaze on the dancing young man until he had his attention (he had noticed the man look at their table before) and raised the 100$-note, waiting for him to make his way over to him. He did, after another seductive roll of his stomach he strode over to him, his steps imperious while he swayed his hips with each step. Irvin smirked up at him until the man squatted down on one knee, presenting his hip for him to tuck the note into the waistband. His features set into an authoritative expression he looked at Irvin, his narrow eyes burning themselves into Irvin’s when they locked gazes. He reached out with his free hand to reach for the silk cravat around the short man’s neck, wrapping the fine cloth around his fingers to gently pull him a little closer while he tucked the note into the waist band of his hot pants. Feeling the heat of his body and the softness of his slightly sweaty skin he addressed him - he had pulled him a little closer for that reason only.

"Y’aren’t ssserious, are ya?"

"Yes we are, Nile. We’ve see so many naked woman tonight, a change of scenery might be nice."

The black-haired man stared at the neon writing above the bar’s entrance, his eyes flittering over ‘Wangs of Freedom’ which was the bar’s name. And the silhouette next to the letters didn’t leave any room for doubts about the gender of the people stripping in there.

Nile grinned at them lopsidedly, the man had had way too much alcohol already - but it was alright, you could very well be ridiculously drunk at your stag party. As long as you had people with you who were sober enough to take you home at the end of the night. And Mike and Irvin were - well, Irvin was, Mike had also drank more than he would usually have, but he wasn’t anywhere near as wasted as Nile obviously was.

Which was the actual reason for them contemplating to go into a male strip bar. They both knew Nile and how grabby he could get when he was really drunk - and there wouldn’t be much to grab for a heterosexual man in a gay club. And they could have fun in there anyway - so they would totally drag their friend into the ‘Wangs of Freedom’. Irvin had never been in there before but the bar had been recommended to him so he was willing to give it a try. He was the only one who would really have something to look at in this club as he liked woman as well as men - but this wasn’t the main focus, they were out that night to give Nile one hell of a stag party. And so far things were going really well.

"Oooookay le’s do thisss!", Nile drawled and snapped Irvin out of his thoughts, surprising him with drunken but genuine enthusiasm.

Irvin grinned and then nodded at Mike, they made their way over to the entrance of the club together. That was going to be fun~ Mary would laugh so much when she ever heard about this.

As it was already 3 on a Friday night the bar was still full but not annoyingly packed, they could still walk undisturbed and they even found a table close to the stage. Irvin swept the room with his eyes and found that he liked it, the lights were down low and the furniture was modern - the club did appear to be freshly renovated. It was clean, too, even though it was already so late. Irvin liked it - especially the pictures of naked men decorating the walls.

They ordered drinks from a cute blond waiter who wore a tight shirt, hot pants and low boots - all in all a very nice sight. It seemed that they had just entered between two performances, music was playing at a high volume that wasn’t too intruding, they could still talk without screaming at each other.

By the time their drinks arrived Irvin noticed that the club was getting more crowded, all tables were already taken and there were actually people lining the walls. It seemed that they were about to see something really good if so many people were coming in to see it. Irvin was excited to see it, too - he bent over to talk to Nile.

"I think there’s something cool coming up, look at all those people."

The black-haired man looked around himself slowly, shrugging. “It’s a dude takin’ ‘is clothes off… d’you think they’ll not ssshow me their junk if I tip ‘em well…?”

"Ready Levi?" Farlan asked, holding his silk cravat out for him. Farlan was a year older than Levi, but they had started working at Wangs of Freedom in the same month. Levi wouldn't call them friends, per se, but they did stick together as the youngest strippers in the joint. The older men teased them and gave helpful advice, but otherwise didn't spare them a sideways glance when making plans to get together outside the club. Not that Levi cared about going to parties for strippers; they sounded utterly unsanitary.

He took his cravat from the other teen and tied it around his neck so that it flourished over his collarbone in gentle waves. He always felt so ridiculous in his costume; when he had agreed to take on the military persona, he had been expecting either a Napoleon Bonaparte costume or modern day military. Instead he got a disgusting mixture of both. Leather boots that came over his knees, tight white and grey camouflage pants that cut just below his knees with snaps up the sides of his legs for easy removal on stage without having to take off the boots, and a matching camouflage tail coat. He had refused to wear the tacky hat that was presented with the ensemble.

As a last touch, he tucked a riding crop under his arm before leaving Farlan behind in the communal dressing room to stand behind the curtain of the stage. He waited for the DJ to announce him, praying silently that Mr. Cool (that's what he'd told Levi to call him) wouldn't use another line describing him with a Napoleon complex.

"Atteeeeeeention!" Mr. Cool called over the speakers, horribly mimicking a military officer. "Gents, we have a real treat for you horn dogs in here tonight. Back by popular demand, he may be small, but he's big where it counts! Everyone stand at attention because here comes the Lance Corporal!"

Damnit, he made another short joke. Sighing, Levi fixed his face into a stern expression and stepped through the curtain onto the stage. He turned his glare on the DJ booth first before strutting to the tempo of the music pumping from the club.

Bouncing in each step, he approached the front of the stage and squat down on one knee, taking the crop and whipping the stage with it as a display of asserting his authority. He got up again on a beat, turning his back to the crowd, and then on the next beat he was bending over, touching one hand to the stage and displaying his entire backside to ogling eyes. He spread his legs a little, ran the crop up and down the backs of his thighs.

All for show, but he couldn't deny the tiny bubble of arousal that formed in his gut at being watched. It was the thrill that people, complete strangers, desired him without even knowing his name. They were willing to spend their hard earned dollars just to watch him, unable to touch him, unable to have him. He held them in the palm of his hands when he was on stage and they all had to look up at him. It was an intoxicating sense of power that drove him to rip his jacket open at the snaps, revealing his toned abdomen to hungry, filthy eyes. He rolled his stomach, showing off his flexing abs.

Levi ditched the coat at the back of the stage, flinging to with a twirl, and returned to the front to sway his hips exaggeratedly in the general direction of the tables. There was one table full of drunk middle aged women beckoning his attention, he noticed. He'd make sure to pay their side a visit since those kind of women usually gave generous tips even if they were a little (overly) grabby. Another table nearby had some young guys, probably college students. They were attractive but they didn't look like they had a lot of money. He'd pass them by.

The music picked up and Levi dropped his crop, teased them with his hands on his hips, groin, inner thighs, then tearing the pants from his legs and leaving him in the cravat, black silk shorts that were a size too small, and his boots. He turned again and gave a clear display of his ass in the fine fabric that clung to him like a second skin.

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