It was Friday night.  Every regular at Club Paradise knew what that meant: it was Koyo and Haru’s evening on the stage…together.  The lights in the audience suddenly dimmed and a spotlight came up on the otherwise dark stage.  A low, seductive melody began to pour in from the speakers.

A young man with deep brown, shoulder-length hair took the stage.  Every eye in the room fixed on the man, and the clamorous conversation fell to a hush.  The brunette strode purposefully into the spotlight, swaying his hips enticingly.  The angles and curves of his tall, toned body were accentuated by black leather pants that fit him like a second skin.  He wore a wide, black collar to match, and his eyes shone with a greedy, lusty light.

Stepping through the crowd, Sasaki, the club owner, pushed back his dark locks and drew on his cigarette, eyeing the man on stage approvingly.

Koyo looked as wicked as sin tonight.

Gripping the metal pole in the center of the stage, the dangerously handsome stripper began to undulate against the metal with liquid fluidity.  Every movement was somehow raw and needy, and his eyes looked out over the crowd with a hungry gleam.  Catching a random bystander’s eye, the dark-haired stripper curled his tongue over his lips suggestively.

The music continued its sensual drone.  Koyo now stood with his back to the pole, using it for support as he drifted a hand down the length of his torso.  The man’s muscles were lean and powerful.  They glistened in the light as if someone had oiled him down before he stepped on stage.

With everyone’s attention focused on the gorgeous dark brunette, no one noticed when another young man stepped out onto the stage until a pair of pale hands encircled Koyo’s waist from behind.  The melody spiraled into a low, sweet throb, and the second man stepped out from behind Koyo to reveal himself in the spotlight.

Though of equal height, Haru was almost the complete opposite of Koyo.  Whereas the brunette was dark and sensual, like a sinuous pillar of black smoke, the other young man was pale and angelic.  He wore a shimmering, mesh tank and skin-tight silver pants.  Wispy strands of platinum blond hair fell about his porcelain white cheeks, which were tainted with the rosy pink of arousal.  His body was willowy and smooth, but Sasaki noted with some concern that Haru looked a little thinner than usual.

One of Haru’s hands reached out to trace the contours of Koyo’s body, the movements of his lean, defined muscles moving with an unexpected grace and elegance.  Unlike Koyo, who had practically dared the men in the crowd to reach out and touch him with his heady gaze, the blond’s eyes avoided the crowd, as if he were enflamed by a desire that ashamed him.

Stepping in front of the dark-haired man, Haru displayed his firm, attractive ass to the audience.  However, the crowd’s eyes were quickly drawn away, as they saw Koyo slip his hand through the other man’s platinum locks and grip them between his fingers, yanking the blond’s head back.  He held Haru still as he ran a slow line up the young man’s throat with the tip of his tongue.

From a young newcomer next to him, Sasaki heard a gasp and guessed that the startled young man had realized that this was no usual striptease.

Glancing into the blond’s eyes, Koyo found Haru’s mouth, and took his lips forcefully.  The blond man quickly submitted and then deepened the kiss.  Their tongues danced in the air together much to the delight of the audience.

Reaching backward, the dark brunette grabbed the pole behind him, steadying himself.  In turn, Haru hooked a leg over one of Koyo’s black-clad hips and slowly leaned his body back.  The man in silver bent as naturally as a flower bowing in a breeze.  Then, with a quick snap, the blond righted himself and Koyo released the pole to grip the other man tightly.  Koyo’s hands slithered up Haru’s back, taking the flimsy material of the man’s shirt with him.

Obediently, the blond lifted his arms, and soon his chiseled torso was completely unveiled.  Koyo grinned and twisted Haru around to face the crowd.  He then commenced with a languid exploration of the blond’s lovely chest and abs from behind.  The most enticing part of the view, however, had to be the way Haru’s pants rode so low on his waist that the curve of the young man’s hips was exposed and dipped invitingly past the waistline.

Haru made a small mewl of what might have been protest as Koyo followed the delicious curve, and all eyes watched as his hands slipped past the silver waistline and advanced towards the blond’s bulging groin.

At this enticing sight, Sasaki could feel the sexual tension in the crowd around him grow.  From the corner of his eye he saw that the newcomer’s companion was now pressing into the smaller young man from behind, swaying his hips against him in a not-so-subtle rhythm, no doubt grinding his erection against the boy’s ass.  A born voyeur, Sasaki was enjoying this display of carnal desire as much as the performance on the stage.

His eyes returning once again to the stage, Sasaki found himself entranced, despite his usually jaded attitude.  How on earth these two young men kept up this level of erotic tension every week he’d never know—he was just glad they did.

In one swift movement, Koyo pulled his hands back up and, grabbing the silver belt loops on Haru’s pants, proceeded to tear them from the man’s body.  The garment was made to give way, but that fact did nothing to lessen the erotic effect.

Haru, eyes shut and skin flushed, was left open and exposed in nothing but a sheer silver thong, his swollen arousal clearly visible in the bright glare of the spotlight.  He had the look of a tormented sex slave who couldn’t resist his master’s sexual demands.

Sasaki shook his head.  Haru had been performing at the club for a year already, but he still managed to look innocent and flustered every time he took the stage.  Even more bewildering was the fact that Sasaki didn’t believe it was all an act.  Everyone could see that there was something different about the young blond, and could sense that he didn’t quite fit in.  In the seedy atmosphere of the club, Haru always looked like a fallen angel.  Sasaki quirked a grin.  A fallen angel in his own lost ‘paradise,’ he thought.  Rather poetic, actually.

Once Haru was stripped, Koyo ran his fingers possessively down the young man’s body: over his stomach, down the inside of his thighs—toying with the already aroused blond in every possible way.  From some hidden pocket, the dark-haired man pulled out a long red satin sash and proceeded to gag the other man with it roughly.  Then, Koyo abruptly forced Haru to face him and pushed him to his knees.

Here comes the fun part, Sasaki thought, adjusting his unexpected erection.

“Get down,” came Koyo’s commanding voice, pushing Haru back with a firm hand.

The stage was raised above the audience, but a narrow ramp lowered into the crowd and led to a small circular platform in the center of the room.  Koyo forced the blond man to lean down with his back pressed onto the ramp, but with his hips remaining on the stage so that everyone in the crowd got a lovely view of the man stretched out submissively before them.  Haru’s pale locks fell behind him in a golden cascade. Stooping down, Koyo grabbed one of the loose ends of the red sash.  With a wink, he tossed it to a good-looking redhead situated near the ramp.  “Tie his hands.  Make sure he can’t get away,” Koyo ordered.

Standing back up, Koyo licked his lips and groaned at the sight of the blond’s prostrate body.  The two men’s eyes locked and Koyo grinned wickedly as he ripped off his black pants and tossed them aside.  Except for a black silk sheath that had been slipped over his cock, every inch of Koyo’s gloriously sculpted body was open for all to see.  The dark brunette stroked his erection lovingly.  The crowd’s gaze raked over his skin, exciting him and engorging his already-prominent erection.

For a moment, Koyo simply stood there, letting Haru squirm in his vulnerable state at his feet.  Then he lowered himself slowly down between the blond’s legs and ran his hands along Haru’s strong, milky white thighs.

Sasaki could swear he heard the breath catch in the newcomer’s throat when the young man saw Koyo lean down to lick the length of Haru’s cock through the thin fabric of his g-string.  Haru moaned at the action and spread his thighs wider.  The air around them tingled with need and anticipation.

When Koyo situated himself with his hips pressed against the blond’s ass and flung away the silk sheath, Sasaki heard the newcomer’s voice carry over the music in disbelief, “Oh god, he’s going to fuck him—right there on stage!”

Koyo adjusted himself and thrust his hips forward and Haru gave a loud, ecstatic cry against his gag—and the shaken newcomer abruptly bolted for the door.  Sasaki gave a chuckle as the young man fled and his companion raced after him.  The owner knew both men would be back in the next few weeks, though—either alone or together.  They always came back.

The groans from the stage grabbed the raven-haired man’s attention once again and he watched with fascination as Koyo commenced his agenda, giving his partner a spectacular, rough fuck.  The dark brunette hooked his arms under Haru’s knees and leaned forward to tease the man’s nipples as he plunged in and out of his body.  It was everything the men in the crowd could do not to grope themselves in public or accidentally stain their pants as they stood watching the rutting couple.

Koyo took the blond man with wild passion, grunting aloud in primal ecstasy.  Mingling with his primitive moans were Haru’s higher-pitched gasps and whimpers, audible beyond his gag.

Witnessing Koyo in the midst of his sexual congress was heady enough, but with Haru as his submissive partner, the scene became painfully arousing.  The voyeuristic thrill of seeing the blond thrashing about, his wrists bound and his innocent face clenched in animalistic rapture, was almost unbearable.

The young men’s panting increased in rhythm, their bodies moving beyond the beat of the music as they raced toward their mutual ascent.  The dark brunette suddenly clutched at Haru’s hips, his back arching and his mouth gaping open as he cried out his pleasure.  The blond’s body tensed as well, and for a breathtaking moment they were poised thus, frozen in a state of orgasmic bliss.

Then, Koyo collapsed atop Haru’s body, both of them breathing hard.

The rest of the room was silent and the air hung thick with the lingering thrill of sexual satisfaction.  Slicing through the stillness, Koyo muttered a brief, “Fuck, yes!”

As if his words broke the spell over the onlookers, the crowd erupted into hollering and applause.

Sasaki grinned.  His attendance had doubled ever since Haru had agreed to the performances and the owner had to admit, he didn’t mind watching them himself.  It was one of the few times he came out of his office to wander among the audience.  After running the club for over six years, the sight of stripping bodies just didn’t excite him the way it used to.  Tonight, however, he had looked forward to seeing the two lovely young men in action.

That evening had been an especially entrancing performance.  The man wondered—as he always did after watching them—how much was staged and how much was indeed genuine in the performance between Koyo and Haru.  Most of the crowd wondered the very same thing.  Sasaki knew it was this mystery that kept people coming back, and was one of the secrets of the men’s continuing popularity.  The two men were often asked by others whether they were indeed in a relationship.  Koyo responded with salacious hints and suggestive jokes, but Haru always denied it.  What Sasaki wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall at their apartment when they went home together at night.

Draining the remainder of his drink, Sasaki made his way through the buzzing crowd and back to his office.  He glanced at the stage to see his two most popular strippers slip back behind the curtain, and witnessed a look pass between the two men.  It was brief, but significant… and Haru had not looked pleased.  Sasaki suppressed his laughter as he thought of the real fireworks that were about to happen backstage.