Hall Pass: Part 10 (Patreon)

Here's the latest in the story, told from Bradley (the cuck's partner)'s point of view as he goes on another date with his celebrity hall pass.

Luca messaged me again that day. Asked if I wanted to go out to a movie premiere. Red carpet, high fashion, the whole celebrity fantasy. I got a lump in my throat when I saw the message. Partly because the prospect of it was kind of scary. Partly because I really wanted to go. And partly because I was dreading having to ask Wade. He’d been very accommodating so far, and hell, it turned out he’d even seemed to enjoy it. But this seemed like it could be taking things a little too far.

I didn’t ask outright. I just said to him, “Luca’s invited me out again. To a movie premiere.” Not giving the impression I was going to say yes. Just to gauge how he’d react before I’d actually ask.

But he responded without even a second’s hesitation. “Do it,” he said. He sounded almost as excited about it as I did, and from the way his eyes bulged in surprise as soon as the words came out it seemed like he was surprised just how excited he was.

So I told Luca I’d potentially be up for it, other than that there was no way I had anything red-carpet-ready to wear. He immediately replied to say he knew a place where he’d be able to get me something on a moment’s notice, and to meet him there in an hour.

The place was down-town by the waterfront in a historic building. It was swanky, the kind of place that has almost nothing in it and every item of clothing is displayed like a work of art. Luca was already there, and he sauntered over to me and placed a fleeting kiss on my lips as he greeted me. “I’ve got some ideas already,” he said, excitedly. “They’re in the dressing room.” 

He took my hand and led me to the much more elaborate than necessary changing room. Cue a montage of me trying on outfits while Luca sat on the chaise longue giving me a nod or a shake of the head, like something straight out of a rom-com. By the end of it he’d given his seal of approval to what was a relatively traditional black suit, but somehow looked better on me than anything I’d ever worn. Which it should at the price they were asking; it didn’t have a price tag on it and when I asked the reply almost made me feel physical pain. Before I could react Luca enthusiastically declared, “We’ll take it!” before giving me a reassuring look and telling me, “It’s on me. I can’t invite you to a red carpet with six hours warning and make you pay for your own look, can I?” He turned back to the shop assistant. “Are you okay to do the hemming while we go get coffee? We’ll be back in half an hour.” 

We never did get the coffee though. The moment we were out of the shop Luca whispered to me, “You looked so fucking good in that suit I wanted to get on my knees and blow you right then and there.” Hearing that from him made the blood surge in my dick. And next thing I knew he was  dragging me into the restroom in an upmarket mall and sucking my dick in a cubicle like a cheap slut.

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This time we were picked up for our date by a literal limo. As soon as we were in Luca wound up the screen between us and the driver and started getting handsy, so that by the time we pulled up outside the cinema we both had to give ourselves a minute to let our erections subside before we got out.

“You ready?” Luca asked as the driver opened our door.

I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but I gave him a nod. “Ready.”

“I’m glad you’re here doing this with me,” he said. And then without allowing any space to get too sentimental, he climbed out of the car and I followed.

It was kind of surreal: a literal red carpet leading into the building, lined with people taking photos and filming as the guests arrived. Ahead of us on the carpet were a couple of faces I recognised from the screen, and at that point it really hit me just how far removed this was from anything I would have ever expected to happen to me.

We paused in front of one of those walls with sponsor logos all over it, facing the cameras. Luca rested a hand in the small of my back, and by the way he shifted his body onto a slight angle told me he was practiced at this, making sure they got his good side. 

It had never occurred to me that people might photograph me with him. At first I just felt a little awkward about it, but then the realisation set in that people I know might see this. Suddenly I felt panicked — how was I supposed to explain to my friends and family why I was on a date with Luca Rivera and not with Wade? At that moment I felt the urge to run away as fast as I could. But the damage was done now, so I stood there and did my best to make sure that if people saw photos of me online I was going to look as good as possible.

My heart didn’t stop pounding in my chest until we were about twenty minutes into the film premiere. Helped by Luca taking my hand and holding it, rested in his lap. I wondered if it was because he could sense my nerves, or if he would have wanted to do that regardless.

We didn’t stay long for the party that followed the film. Although Luca schmoozed gregariously with the other guests, as I watched him in small-talk with person after person I got the sense that he was going through the motions. And as soon as we got a break he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

As soon as we were pack in the limo the dividing screen was back up and he was all over me. “God, this whole time I’ve just been dying to fuck you,” he admitted between kisses. I couldn’t deny I’d been feeling the same; my dick was throbbing almost painfully by this point and the wait to get back to the hotel seemed unbearably long.

As soon as we were back in his hotel room we were tearing clothes off each other and within a minute he had me laying back on his bed with my dick down his throat. He spread my legs, pinned my knees against my shoulders and fucked me with all of his pent up ferocity until he finally came in my ass and collapsed onto the bed.

He lay there for a while, cuddling, till I saw his dick start to thicken and knew that pretty soon he’d be up for more. I was about to reach out and stroke it, signalling what I wanted from him. But it was at that point that I thought about Wade in our bedroom down the hall. I immediately felt guilty for not inviting him to watch the first round — and then felt even guiltier for not having even thought of it until that moment. So I said to Luca, “I should probably message Wade.”

He nodded, seeming unbothered. “You should invite him here.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. If it means I get to have you a bit longer. I still need you to fuck me.”

So I messaged Wade, and within about a minute there was a soft tap on the door. Luca got up and opened it, big dick swinging unapologetically. Wade seemed shocked to be confronted by it when the door opened. 

They greeted each other with just a “hey.” Luca swung the door closed and came back to bed, while Wade silently went to his cuck chair in the corner to watch us fuck for our second time that night.