Extract 1
James remained at the urinal. He looked over his shoulder and threw Alex a smile
then he looked again forwards and commenced on a piss. Alex reached the door, opened it,
and then he closed it without passing through. James carried on pissing, assuming Alex had
gone; oblivious to the fact that he was still there and was silently walking back towards
him. He came within striking distance then cuffed the teasing youngster hard on the back
of the head.
“What the fuck!”
Another hard slap just as James was turning around caught him on the cheek. Then
Alex grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him into one of the cubicles. He forced
James to stand facing away from him with his legs astride the toilet then closed the door
behind him. He grabbed hold of James’s semi-hard cock which was still dripping with the
piss he had failed to finish. Alex forced his hand through the open flies and grasped
James’s balls, giving them a hard squeeze.
“Ohhhh! You bastard! You fucking bastard!”
Alex squeezed again and forced another moan, and a few more words of abuse. But
despite his verbal protests, James instinctively jutted out his ass, rubbing it against
Alex’s crotch, silently begging for the cock he was so desperate to have in him, but had
been determined to postpone for a week.
Alex kept hold of the balls and undid James’s trouser button with his other hand and
pulled them down as far as his thighs. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting briefs that
showed off James’s ass a treat and were real silky smooth to the touch. Alex released his
grip on James’s balls and with both hands stroked the sensuous material then grabbed it
and forced at tear; right in the middle, towards the bottom of his crack. He forced a
couple of fingers through this tear, making it a little larger and found James’s asshole
underneath. The fingers went up him; no spit or any form of lubrication; just dry fingers
up an arse that hadn’t been fucked for a while. Alex drilled the fingers up; driving them
in as far as they would go and twisting them around.
With his free hand, Alex took out his cock then grabbed hold of James’s left wrist;
removing the hand from the wall on which he was buffering himself, and brought it roughly
round behind his back. He guided the hand to his cock and had James wank him for a few
minutes as he rammed his dry fingers in and out of James’s ass; pumping them in with no
heed to James’s groans that had little in the way of pleasure to their tone.
“Shove that up your arse, now!” commanded Alex as he pulled the fingers out and
shoved them in James’s mouth to stifle his increasing moans.
Extract 2
It took him a couple of minutes to find his key, then a couple more to perform the
very tricky task of inserting it into the lock; there appeared to be two of them, both
moving and blurred, which didn’t help Alex at all. He stumbled through the door, silently
cursing and wondered if Rory might be up for some fun; a blowjob perhaps before he fell
asleep; then later when he’d sobered up they could engage in some more serious stuff.
It was then that he heard the noises. Guttural sounds emanating from the lounge. It
took him a few moments in his drunken state to register what they were about; but Alex
soon cottoned on!
He crept to the lounge door, though he needn’t have bothered, it was obvious he was
unnoticed. The boys in the lounge were having far too much fun to take note of even a
clumsy approach.
“Oh, Rory, your arse feels so good, boy. It’s so tight! You’re a hell of a good
ride. I could fuck you all day.”
“You do that! Oh fuck yes! Oh deeper, deeper. Oh that’s it! Oh God, yes. Fucking
brilliant!”
The blood rushed to Alex’s head; he was like some beast defending its territory. A
rival for his mate had staked a claim and needed to be crushed without remorse; and that
mate needed to be taught a lesson.
Alex barged through the door and took in the sight of Rory slouched over the end of
the couch and a meaty pale ass pumping back and forwards into him. The pale ass looked
quite tasty, Alex would certainly give him one; but that mattered little given the current
state of affairs. That man with his tasty butt was violating his property. Rory’s arse was
Alex’s to fuck and no one else’s. His honour demanded revenge!
Alex picked up the telephone which was the first thing that came to hand and flew at
the bastard who was rutting Rory’s ass. He cracked him hard on the skull. There was a cry
of shocked pain from the man and a terrified scream from Rory. Alex ignored their yells
and wrapped his forearm round the man’s throat. He pulled him violently off and thrust him
against a wall: kneed him hard in the balls and he slumped to the ground. Two rapid boots
to the guts saw him crumpled in a heap then a kick in the face and the bastard was out. He
wouldn’t be sniffing round here again; taking what was Alex’s
Alex glared at Rory who was cowering behind the couch, trembling with fear as he
looked at him with startled eyes. “I’m sorry, Alex. He made me do it. Please... don’t hit
me.”
Alex walked over to him briskly with a sneer on his face and smacked him hard across
the cheek with the palm of his hand, sending him reeling to the floor. He curled up into a
ball, his arms covering his head, exposing his naked body.
He looked so beautiful; it choked Alex up - his pale skin flushed with recent sex –
sex with a man that wasn’t him.
“Made you do it, did he? Aye, I could hear you begging him to stop when I came in
the door. Is this what you get up to every time I’m out? You little slut!”
Alex dragged Rory to his feet and slapped him again across a sodden cheek; tears
were flowing from the young lad’s eyes.
Rory staggered backward from the blow. “Please, Alex! Don’t hurt me. I’m sorry...
I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Too right you won’t. Come here!”
Rory stared at Alex: afraid to obey him, but even more afraid to defy him, so he
eventually came.
Was that consent?
Alex didn’t think so!
But it mattered little to his addled brain.
Alex grabbed Rory by the neck and threw him over the couch; returning him to the
position he had stumbled upon.
“So you like getting fucked over the couch, do you? Well, by Christ you’re going to
get fucked, boy. Now bend over and take what you deserve.”
Rory timidly complied, whimpering as he resigned himself to his punishment. Alex
took off his belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles then kicked them off over his
shoes. He ran his hand up and down the mass of Rory’s buttocks; grappling with his
youthful flesh. Then he stood to the side; still with his left hand on a buttock and
brought the belt crashing down on the back of Rory’s thighs.
The lad screamed out and begged him to stop; begged Alex to just fuck him and not
hurt him any more. He promised never to do anything bad again.
Alex ignored his pleas and brought the belt down on him; time and time again he
struck his legs until they were thoroughly scoured. Then he removed his hand which had
rejoiced in the squirming of Rory’s buttocks as his thighs got thrashed, and Alex started
to leather the lad’s arse.
Red welts soon covered it: this beautiful round flesh, which was now even more
beautiful in Alex’s drunken masochistic eyes. It looked perfectly set up for a good fuck.
Alex pulled his throbbing cock out from his briefs and in one single hard thrust invaded
Rory’s hole: a hole that was his to do as he pleased with, and had been taken by another
man.
Extract 3
“You need to remember your place, boy. Take my cock out and put it where it
belongs.”
Rory reached behind and found Alex’s flies; he unzipped them and fumbled for his
cock. It was throbbing, belying his annoyance at having been mouth fucked; but that was
all part of the game, or this fun that was intrinsic to their life. Rory freed it from the
underpants and forced it out through the flies; then without any further ado, he guided it
to his hole and sat down, impaling himself on the entire shaft.
Rory arched his head back and moaned in delight; such joy it was to be filled again
and see that cold mean look on Alex’s face that always promised so much. He writhed on
top, massaging the shaft, bobbing up and down, fucking himself. Alex leaned back and
watched on as he did so; reaching out for his cigar and his almost empty glass.
“Top that up.”
Rory reached for the bottle, leaning forwards and to his left where the bottle sat
on the bedside unit. Alex held the cigar in his right hand, and Rory had to come within
inches of the glowing tip in order to reach the bottle. He could feel the heat as he
stretched out then pulled back before any damage could be done; the bottle safely in his
hand. There was only an inch left at the bottom and Rory poured it all into the glass Alex
held in his hand. He returned the empty bottle to the unit, a little closer to the edge,
giving himself more space between his skin and the threat of a scar.
‘Would Alex really go that far?’ he wondered. It never occurred to him to question
if he would allow for it: such a question was academic.
Rory continued to impale himself on Alex’s cock, hoping to make amends for his
encouraged liberty and appease Alex in this way. Alex betrayed nothing; he just stared at
him and sipped some more whisky. He then placed the end of the cigar in the remains of his
drink, flavouring it with Strathspey malt. He took an appreciative drag and held the
smoke, refusing to inhale, which for Rory was a good sign: Alex was still in control.
“Sit still.”
Rory tensed but obeyed; excited but fearful. Alex flicked the ash off the cigar
leaving a crimson tip. Slowly he brought the tip to Rory’s chest and hovered it in front
of his left nipple. Rory instinctively backed away, but there was only so far he could go
with ten inches of hard cock wedged up his arse.
“I said sit still! Now lean forward, not back, and do it to yourself. And don’t shy
away from it, or else I’ll be the one to do it, and believe me; I’ll do it good and hard.
Now come on: do what you’re told.”
Rory’s head was spinning, but his cock was throbbing as well; not at the prospect of
scalding his nipple on the glowing cigar, but at the command of his boyfriend, who at this
moment was his master even though the word was never used. Such was Alex’s sure authority;
to make Rory do this to himself; that was a demonstration of real power and control that
went beyond the use of verbal deference. Anyone can bully and take, but to command is
something else: this was a masterly stroke of mental dominance. For Rory it was totally
sublime and well worth the pain he would now endure. The pleasure he would take in obeying
this command would far outweigh the discomfort; and the scab he would carry for weeks to
come would make him hard at the memory of this moment, and inspire yet another masterpiece
when he next deigned to pick up a brush.
Rory leaned forwards, he was tempted to look at the cigar tip, control the contact
and then pull away. But his gaze was fixed on Alex’s steely eyes: neither of them looked
to the burn. Rory inched his way forward, he could feel the heat approach and knew he was
on target; it would be his nipple that made contact, not his skin. He forced the last half
inch, felt the searing heat scorch his tender flesh and send shock waves of agony to his
exploding brain. He held it for a second then pulled back: a single blink as he absorbed
the pain, then his eyes were trapped once more, bound in a union that transcended pure
lust, but betrayed not a sentiment of all that emotion. Not a flicker did Alex make.
“Now the other one.”
Alex repeated the process. Flavoured his cigar with the whisky and took a couple of
drags, flicked the ash to leave a glowing head and presented it to Rory’s right nipple,
perfectly aligned so only that flesh would burn: skin that would easily heal over and
leave no permanent mark.
With the knowledge of the pain, it was even harder this time. So much willpower
needed to inflict a second wound. He would never dream of doing such a thing on his own,
or to please any other man. They would be told in no uncertain terms to go fuck
themselves, but for Alex he would gladly do this again: such was the power that he held.
Rory didn’t waste any time thinking it through, he simply leaned forwards, absorbed the
blistering heat and pulled back, opening his eyes after his momentary blink, to see a
smile spread over his boyfriend’s face.
Alex put down both cigar and glass then stroked Rory along his arms with his hands;
then cupping his buttocks he stroked him again, this time with his cock along a grateful
anal canal. Alex leaned forwards as he slowly fucked him and licked with utmost tenderness
on one scorched nipple then the other. Rory arched his spine and threw his head backwards:
the ecstasy once again matching his self-inflicted pain. Its brief sharpness coursing
through him and making him yell out as he shot his own scalding blast onto Alex’s chest.
It flew out of his cock like a fountain; jet after jet of thick milky cum, covering Alex
in a sticky mess. Alex carried on fucking him long after Rory was spent, long after Rory’s
cock had slightly softened, taking his pleasure without concern for his lad; knowing fine
well Rory was lapping it up, despite the wilted cock. In the same way that he would soon
be lapping his own spunk and cleaning Alex’s chest with his tongue.
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