I write explicit gay stories, most with some BDSM elements.
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Zane reached out slowly and grabbed me by the hair. "I want to unleash pure hell on you. I want to see you broken. Stop me now, whore, because once I start, I will fucking destroy you."
My mouth opened to get more air in, a couple of deep, heavy breaths. My cock was raging, most probably leaking in my pants.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to the mirror, forced a smile, and whispered, "You’ve got this." Hyping myself up, I took a breath and stepped outside my comfort zone.
I opened the door with a bright, “Welcome!” only for my eyes to go wide in shock. Before I could stop myself, I slammed the door right in his face.
“Crap!” Did I really just do that?!
“Spread your legs for me.”
Fuck! I forgot how hot he was making me when he was talking while fucking Chloe. I didn’t know why. All my thoughts were pushed back by the blood rushing to my cock.
“You want to take me like some cheap whore, bro?”
He blinked, and his lips parted in a cruel hungry grimace. He pushed his fingers deeper and added another, twisting it inside.
I hugged my chest and turned to look at him with a smile. "Tell me about your friends." I want to know more about you…
Matt grinned and started playing at an upbeat tempo. I just turned to him with my whole body and smiled wider. I really liked the way he was glowing now. He seemed relaxed and happy. As if deciding just to be carefree and let the dice roll… I wish I could be so carefree myself.
I came out naked, only that chain around my neck. When I looked at Thomas, I could myself shivering. He stood in the middle of the ring made of burning candles. His feet were bare, and he wore only black suit pants and a black leather belt.
Soon, the door opened, and the hot mess just got a whole new meaning.
“Hi.” I couldn’t stop grinning. Kyle was covered in green sauce and flour, and his face was red.
“I’m so sorry. I had it all planned out, but then the whole thing got burned, so I had to start again.”
.
He was so sexy and so adorable that I just couldn’t help myself. I slammed the door behind me and grabbed him so I could kiss him.
“Ross, I will go mental ...
“I hope you like red stockings. I’ve been hard the whole night because I wore them under the pants.”
I turned to him and watched him with hunger. I took a step toward him.
“A-a-a, big guy! Not here! We are still not finished.” He grinned at me flirtatiously. I growled and turned back to wipe the glasses.
Brandon lives the bachelor's life, but he's getting fed up with being just a friend with benefits with Gina. One day, he meets Sean, a guy trying to save a little pup from a pile of rubble.
They take her to the vet, and this little whelp captures both of their hearts.
Sean has no place where to take care of her, while Brandon has the place but not the time...
They will live together only for seven weeks. What could go wrong?
“You should go now, Matt,” Tomas’s voice was rough, nearly ominous.
“Why?” like a person possessed, I stepped toward him.
"I’ve been holding back for too long now. It’s getting dangerous.”
I knew perfectly well he was losing control now. I saw him in his calm and stoic, and I saw him in rage when he became a beast not holding any bars! His eyes tried to warn me. Doesn’t he already know well enough that it makes me even more ...
The beginning of February, winter, around forty degrees outside, when the door opens, and in walks a dude with short pants and a tee shirt. I grinned and turned to welcome him when I saw a picture of a man raising his hands above the huge sign “I POOPED TODAY!” on his shirt.
Last Thursday, he walked in a shirt saying something like, “I’d flex, but I like this shirt.” And kept taunting Matt the whole time about it for some reason. ...
I wish I could tell you it went smoothly from then on. That the love we had with Nathaniel made everything possible… But in reality, life doesn’t go that way, and we knew that.
But thankfully, we were surrounded by great people, and Nate never gave up...
"Dude! If you fucking me now, I am fucking you in the shower when guys go to work," Kyle hissed, turning his head sideways.
"Really? I was going to take you to one nice restaurant and sit on your cock in the restroom," I growled into Kyle's ear while I licked my fingers and put them in his hole, hearing him hiss and moan.
"Fuck, yeah."
I sat behind my desk, furious, and opened the search engine. Demisexual. I wrote in the search bar and dove into reading. So that fucker needs to fall in love with me? Fine! You will fucking love me by the time I am done with you!
“I do mind a lot. Let’s take this upstairs.”
“No. Is there a place I can sit here, and you will be okay with it?”
No… the smell is too strong, we are too close, and this room evokes every urge in me! I looked around for anything with the least leather or something that wouldn’t remind me how to use it on him! I couldn’t find anything I didn’t find unbearably triggering!
I felt a surge of happiness rush through me. I thought about Nate saying that whatever would happen, we would deal with it together. It was like a heavy stone was lifted off my chest, and for the first time, I could breathe!
I could scream out of my lungs that this crumbled, tired, unkempt man sitting in front of me was MINE! I felt on top of the world right at that moment!
"You are evil, dude! You are the devil his mother warned him about!”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Yes, you do! You didn’t care about his tight ass ever before. But when he said with confidence that he was waiting for sex until marriage, the gears in your head started turning! Admit that!”
"You are evil, dude! You are the devil his mother warned him about!”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Yes, you do! You didn’t care about his tight ass ever before. But when he said with confidence that he was waiting for sex until marriage, the gears in your head started turning! Admit that!”
I smirked and sat next to him. “This is it.”
The video playing showed Rick sleeping on my bed, his back to the camera. It was from a high angle, so Kyle immediately understood.
“How many cameras do you have in this room, Ross?!”
“Few.”
I heard his chuckle and looked at him. "What's so funny?"
"You are, Sam. I can't figure you out."
"Trust me, me neither. I am one smart person, but for some reason, when you are near, I start babbling like a moron. Like now, for example. Damn it."
He was grinning like a mischievous little brat. Great.
Two o’clock. I opened the door, and Matt's car was nowhere close. I imagined all the things I would do to him if he were mine for being late.
I closed the door and returned to my desk, only to stand back three minutes later. I cursed for myself and went there. He is my boss, not my sub! I kept repeating that to myself until I opened the door, and my mind got blank as a canvas.
Matt stood there in gym clothes, and he was sweating.
“We should tell Ashley.”
“Yes.”
“What if she decides to cut you off?”
“We will deal with it together. I will not give up my child.”
“Fuck… This better work out.”
“Do you want me to quit?”
“No. Do you want to quit?”
“No.”
“Good. I think you looked good behind that bar.”
He smirked and raised his eyebrow. Idiot!
“I mean, you were good at bartending.” I don’t know why this is happening?! I can usually form two basic sentences without rambling like a fool. So why do I suddenly get so nervous when he is near?
I raised my eyes to see them, not even thinking about what would happen if they saw me.
It was not just that they had sex. It was the way Rick was taking that small man under him! I never watched much porn, and I had sex only to bring pleasure to my female partners, so the way Rick was doing it was… something I had never thought of.
I did everything I could not to grab him and kiss him when he walked past me. Thomas stared at me, and I believe he saw that and fought the same urge… My resolve was shaking, but I wanted to keep my head clear. I won’t be able to stand another refusal from him… Not after I just got myself together to be able at least somehow function.
“You meant that we are going to fuck the whole day?”
I smirked at him. “I did. But don’t worry. Half of that, I will just eat you out! You will have to beg me nicely to fuck that sweet pussy!”
I stopped under my rock. The grabs were white by now. I used them so much. I’ve sent this wall so many times that I sometimes didn’t use the rope. Bad idea? Dangerous? Sure… I definitely don’t advise doing that. It’s deadly when one doesn’t know what he’s doing. But only that made my mind blank enough to concentrate solely on the next step and nothing else on those, thankfully rare, days as this one was.
There was this unbearable tension in his eyes. He was angry, sad, and relieved, as if he wanted to enjoy this precious time with me, yet couldn’t forgive me for the pain I had caused him.
“You want to punish me, boy, do you?”
“Yes,” He didn’t want to struggle for dominance. He didn’t want to be fucked. I could see he wanted to fuck me, destroy me, and own me. I’ve seen enough doms in my time to know this look. I don’t mind ...
I can act all I want like I am better, but the truth is I am not. I never felt more alive than that weekend with you. I felt genuinely good then because, for one single weekend, I let myself be true to what I enjoy." I looked at him. Pleading. "So I beg you, don't take that from me."
Kyle was playing with my chest hair and kissing me. He looked at me with a wide smile as if something hilarious just came to his mind. “How was your first time?”
Right… So we are doing this now? “In general, or when someone topped me?”
Kyle took a little while thinking and then rested his chin on my pec. “Both.”
“Naate!” Everyone started cheering, but they all shut up upon seeing me. “What happened?”
“This nice man came today, took his bags into my room, and claimed it his, as he let Ashley know ten days prior that he would come. She forgot to mention it. Probably must have slipped her mind as that little detail that she had got a brother in the first place!”