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This is an adult story with sexual content.
Lacroix/Nick

Tease
By Laura Griffin
May 18, 1999

Dedicated to Jules

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"...and tonight's topic is pleasure. What brings you pleasure? Is pleasure something you strive for or is it accidental? And what of the Marquis de Sade? He certainly had some things to say about
pleasure...and pain. Where do you look for pleasure? To yourself? To your lover? Is pleasure just a fleeting dream or is it something tangible. I come to you, gentle listeners, to learn of pleasure, for I
am the NightCrawler, and I'm waiting for you." Lacroix flicked the microphone off with as he simultaneously started the CD player. The sensual strains of music poured through the speakers as the studios telephone started to ring. "CERK..." he began.

"Yes, hi. Is this the NightCrawler?" a voice said.

"Of course."

"I want to talk to you about pleasure."

Lacroix smiled, recognizing the male voice on the other end of the phone. "Would you like to do this live, or would you prefer that I tape it and air it later?"

"Live."

Lacroix smirked. "As you wish, dear caller. I'll put you on hold for a moment while I prepare." He placed the handset back in its cradle, making sure that the light stayed on to indicate the caller was still connected. With one hand, he slid the controls on the panel to fade the music out as his other hand turned the microphone on. "This is NightWatch with the NightCrawler. We're talking about pleasure, and we have our first caller." He flipped another switch and crooned, "Caller, are you still on the line?"

"Yes. I'm here."

"Good. What insights can you give us tonight about pleasure?"

"Pleasure comes in all forms, NightCrawler."

"And would you care to share with the listening audience what forms those might be?"

"Self pleasure is the first thing that comes to mind." The caller's voice was low and husky. Lacroix felt his groin tingle with anticipation. "Touching your own body can bring so much pleasure." A sigh escaped the caller's lips.

"And I suspect that you are enjoying such pleasures as we speak," the NightCrawler whispered. "Are there other forms of pleasure that you indulge in?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Pleasure can be derived from the torture of others. But I'm sure you're quite aware of that." The voice on the phone was baiting him.

"What form of torture pleases you?" Lacroix asked as his own hand dropped to feel the hardness beneath his own clothing.

"Making someone else want me...and not letting that someone have me."

"A tease? Some might find that to be rather dangerous," Lacroix said with a hint of threat in his voice.

"Danger is part of the pleasure. I had a teacher who taught me that lesson."

"And what became of that teacher?"

"He found out that two can play at that game. I always knew he wanted me, and now...I think he wants me again." Lacroix could hear the tension building in the caller's voice.

"Why do you think such a thing to be true?"

"I'm a patient man, NightCrawler. My teacher taught me that also. I know he wants to touch me. To feel the smoothness of my skin. The hardness of my body. And I'm a very hard man right now."

"It must be rather painful. Perhaps you should do something to relieve yourself of that burden," Lacroix said with a smile as his fingers worked at unfastening his own trousers to release his erect cock.

"I am. I'm talking to you. Just listening to your voice on the radio brings me pleasure."

"It's always nice to have a fan," Lacroix answered as he pictured the caller lying down on black leather couch wearing only an open robe.

"I don't often get to listen to your show in the privacy of my own home. This is a nice change. I can listen to you and pretend you're talking only to me."

"Perhaps that's exactly what I'm doing...talking only to you; whispering words meant for your ears alone. Perhaps it is I who am the tease." Lacroix pushed his cock through his own hand, forcing the bit of foreskin away from the glistening tip, then using his thumb to spread the drops of fluid around the helmet.

"You talk a good game, NightCrawler. I can almost feel your hands on me..."

The phone line went dead. Lacroix smiled. "Well, gentle listeners. It seems our caller has decided to discontinue the discussion. Too bad. It was just beginning to get interesting." He chuckled. "Perhaps if we return to music, our caller will return." Again, he flicked the microphone into the 'off' position and let the CD player continue spinning its music. It was then that he heard a gentle tap on the studio
window. Lacroix looked up and into the eyes of Nicholas Knight. His son was smiling as he stared at the NightCrawler's exposed and very hard cock.

"Thought we should continue our conversation in person," Nick said with a leer as he opened the door to the studio.

"Live or on tape?" Lacroix answered with his own wry smile. He remained seated, his own hand still stroking his engorged penis.

Nick knelt down at the feet of the NightCrawler and whispered, "Live." Lacroix smiled, and turned the microphone on.

~fini~

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