Bite Me
1/1
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is- because everything would be what it isn’t…
He was falling. Down a rabbit hole.
He’d been five years old, crawling around on all fours with his dog around the back corners of his garden, ignoring his mother’s yells that his dinner was on the table. Then he was twenty eight, walking to the back of the backyard so he could find a shovel for his wife, who wanted him to clear out the gutters. And each time he’d found the hole that lead to almost the pits of hell, and each time he’d lost his footing trying to back away and down the rabbit hole he fell. Twisting and turning past hundreds of metres of solid ground- rocks, soil, remains of things that were once living.
Was he to become one of these…remnants?
He lands with a thump on the floor, wincing when he feels his back crack a little and his limbs go all tingly and numb, like he’s been sat on them for hours.
“Brian. I’ve been expecting you”
He spins around, waiting to find where the voice has come from. Its low pitched, male he guesses and when he feels his heart start to race a little bit more, the voice giggles, echoing around the darkness. He cannot see, the room is encased in almost a red glow of shadows.
Maybe this is hell.
Suddenly, he hears footsteps- big footsteps and the shadows begin to recede a little, more light being shed on the room. What looks like a spotlight is shone onto something not far from Brian- a metal table. It looks big enough to lie down on, and he gulps when he spots the restraints on either end. What sort of place has he turned up to?
“Don’t think I don’t know what you like Brian. I know how you feel about being dominated” the voice says again, and it’s closer this time, so close in fact that he can feel the hot breath on his ear, coaxing and teasing him.
“Where am I? Who are you?” his voice quivers as the words almost seem to form in smoke in front of him and he shivers, a sudden cold overtaking him. Hands. He can feel someone’s fingertips running over his skin, leaving goose pimples in their path.
They run over his shirt and his pants, ghosting over his crotch and pausing when they receive a slight gasp from Brian’s parted lips.
“I know about your little fantasies, Brian. Is it me that you think about in bed, hm? When she’s away, I come out to play” the voice says again, and as he looks down, he sees the hands wear a pair of black fingerless gloves, each finger holding a callous that can only come from years of being etched into the skin. He tries to look around, but before he can let his eyes see whoever it is that is behind him, one of the hands grab his angular jaw and keep it faced forward, the breathy voice coming back down to his ear again.
“Naughty little boy, Brian. That’s what you like being called, isn’t it? Naughty. Little. Boy” the voice annunciates every single syllable and it’s enough to make him moan aloud, the delicious noise dripping from the back of his throat as it escapes him. It is the name he dreams of being called, but the voice calling him that is not one that belongs to any girl or woman’s he’s ever bedded, it belongs to the deep dark voice of his best friend Zacky. Suddenly, a blindfold is pulled over his eyes as the voice disappears along with the hand, and a small chuckle fills the room, cursing right into his ear. He’s heard that laughter before.
“I know you want me to treat you like the dirty little bitch you are baby. I hear you sometimes, touching yourself. I’m surprised the whole bus can’t hear you moaning my name under your breath. It turns me on so much…” the voice whispers as the hands tie the blindfold around his eyes, preventing his vision, and suddenly he realises who the voice in his ear really is.
“Zacky? Is that you?” he asks, when suddenly one of the fingers press against his lips, silencing him entirely.
“So observant, aren’t you baby? I know all about those dark little thoughts inside your head, and tonight I’m going to fulfil them all just for you” Zacky whispers in his ear and he shudders when he feels himself being pushed forward on the marble top, the cool stone making him shiver again. The hands return and begin to caress down his sides, stroking the clothing that covers his body. It has to disappear, but what Brian doesn’t know is Zacky likes to tease before he claims his prize. He leans over Brian, so his already semi-hard erection presses against the submissive’s back and begins to bite at his neck, one of the fantasies.
“You like me biting you, don’t you baby? I want the whole world to know who you belong to” he whispers as Brian whimpers, nodding when the bites become harder and more pleasurable.
“Bite me, Zack, bite me” he hisses, when suddenly the biting stops and there’s a harsh slap to his ass, something that makes him both yelp and moan at the same time.
“You will only call me Master here, baby. If you say my name again without permission, I will not touch you- understood?” Zacky asks softly and Brian nods, knowing better than to say anything more to the man he has become. The teeth return to his neck and the bites begin again, leaving Brian chanting the words ‘Bite Me’ under his breath- an almost twisted version of Alice In Wonderland’s ‘Drink me’. He doesn’t even realise that Zacky’s hands are unbuckling his pants and pulling them off of his legs and tugging at his shirt, almost ripping it in half to get rid of it. His hands trail down Brian’s back and eventually, to his bare ass.
“Such a beautiful ass baby. I can’t wait to leave my mark on it” he whispers as his tongue runs up one of the cheeks, leaving a long wet strip before his hand collides with the skin and Brian lets out another yelp groan of pleasure. He loves to be spanked.
“Spread your legs for me baby. Let me see your pretty little hole” Zacky mutters as the spanking suddenly stops, a bright red hand print on Brian’s ass. It makes him groan slightly at just the sight and he knows if he doesn’t finish this up soon, he’ll be gone before he even begins. Brian whimpers softly from loss of contact but spreads his legs eagerly for his new Master. He doesn’t feel anything for a moment, but when he feels two of Zacky’s digits pressing at his lips, he opens his mouth and greedily sucks them in, rolling his tongue over the sweet tasting skin.
His vision is blocked so all of his other senses are on fire. But suddenly the fingers are gone and are pressing at the tight ring of muscle, pressing into the tight heat, begging to please him.
“Oh god…Master please!” Brian begs softly and Zacky begins to move his fingers in and out, scissoring around and curling, trying to find that perfect little spot inside of him.
Tense and impatient, the fingers are withdrawn from Brian’s asshole and Zacky lines himself up with Brian’s entrance, pressing forward teasingly as the man beneath him shivers and groans.
“Beg for it, baby. Let me hear you tell me how much you want me” he mumbles against the skin when Brian opens his mouth, and dirty little words begin to fall out.
“Put it in me baby, make me feel so good. Fuck me hard, hurt me Master- make me your little bitch!” he cries out, and in one swift motion Zacky’s pushed all the way in, ignoring the slight cry of pain the other man lets out.
The first time can always be a little awkward, and as the man beneath him tries to relax and get rid of the pain, Zacky strokes his hair and face like a cat, biting down on those special little spots on his neck. But all too soon the pleasure returns and Brian’s begging him to move. Thrusting slowly to start off with, Brian comes all but undone to what he feels at Zacky’s touch and his thrusts start to speed up, becoming faster and more vicious.
“What are you slut?” Zacky hisses as he slams into Brian’s prostate and he screams out, his lips moving into a perfect oval shape.
“I’m a bitch! A filthy little bitch!”
“That’s right” Zacky whispers in reply, and brings down his hand to spank Brian again as he hisses “Naughty. Little. Boy”
“Master I’m gonna cum…!” Brian yells out suddenly and Zacky grabs the other man’s cock, speeding up his thrusts, but staving away Brian’s orgasm.
“Not until I say so you aren’t” he groans when his orgasm hits him like a punch in the face, making him groan aloud and speed up his thrusts, milking himself until he can’t feel anything but the tight heat that’s engulfing him. He pulls out, smirking when he hears Brian’s pleading to let him cum and he starts to move his hand up and down Brian’s length, crawling up his body and biting at his neck and shoulders again.
“Beg me to cum, Baby”
“Please Master! Let me cum!”
Zacky’s strokes speed up and in seconds, Brian’s shaking and quivering under his touch, screaming his name mixed in with other obscenities and his white cum has covered his hand. Slowly crawling away, Zacky undoes the restraints and rolls him onto his back, getting ontop of Brian and straddling him.
“You can lick away your milk, Baby. You’re gonna swallow every last drop” he whispers as he goes to move the blindfold away, and Brian opens his eyes, staring up at Zacky and ready to lap up the cum on his hand. But instead, his wife is staring down at him, checking to see if he’s still alive.
“Brian! You’ve been unconscious for twenty minutes- I had to call Zacky and Matt to see if you were still breathing!” she cries unhappily as she stalks back into the house to get him some water, Matt hot on her heels. At the sound of Zacky’s name, Brian’s cock jerks back to life, and he can feel a horrible wetness in his boxers. Was it all real- or was it a dream?
Helping him to his feet, Zacky brushes Brian down and when his friend goes to turn around, he stops him. But Brian speaks first.
“I had the strangest dream…” he whispers to himself, when suddenly, he feels the teeth pressing against his neck, nipping against the sensitive skin and the hands running along his crotch and cock.
“Bite me, baby” Zacky whispers in his ear, with the same voice he’d used before.
“That was anything but a dream”
He was falling. Down a rabbit hole.
He’d been five years old, crawling around on all fours with his dog around the back corners of his garden, ignoring his mother’s yells that his dinner was on the table. Then he was twenty eight, walking to the back of the backyard so he could find a shovel for his wife, who wanted him to clear out the gutters. And each time he’d found the hole that lead to almost the pits of hell, and each time he’d lost his footing trying to back away and down the rabbit hole he fell. Twisting and turning past hundreds of metres of solid ground- rocks, soil, remains of things that were once living.
Was he to become one of these…remnants?
He lands with a thump on the floor, wincing when he feels his back crack a little and his limbs go all tingly and numb, like he’s been sat on them for hours.
“Brian. I’ve been expecting you”
He spins around, waiting to find where the voice has come from. Its low pitched, male he guesses and when he feels his heart start to race a little bit more, the voice giggles, echoing around the darkness. He cannot see, the room is encased in almost a red glow of shadows.
Maybe this is hell.
Suddenly, he hears footsteps- big footsteps and the shadows begin to recede a little, more light being shed on the room. What looks like a spotlight is shone onto something not far from Brian- a metal table. It looks big enough to lie down on, and he gulps when he spots the restraints on either end. What sort of place has he turned up to?
“Don’t think I don’t know what you like Brian. I know how you feel about being dominated” the voice says again, and it’s closer this time, so close in fact that he can feel the hot breath on his ear, coaxing and teasing him.
“Where am I? Who are you?” his voice quivers as the words almost seem to form in smoke in front of him and he shivers, a sudden cold overtaking him. Hands. He can feel someone’s fingertips running over his skin, leaving goose pimples in their path.
They run over his shirt and his pants, ghosting over his crotch and pausing when they receive a slight gasp from Brian’s parted lips.
“I know about your little fantasies, Brian. Is it me that you think about in bed, hm? When she’s away, I come out to play” the voice says again, and as he looks down, he sees the hands wear a pair of black fingerless gloves, each finger holding a callous that can only come from years of being etched into the skin. He tries to look around, but before he can let his eyes see whoever it is that is behind him, one of the hands grab his angular jaw and keep it faced forward, the breathy voice coming back down to his ear again.
“Naughty little boy, Brian. That’s what you like being called, isn’t it? Naughty. Little. Boy” the voice annunciates every single syllable and it’s enough to make him moan aloud, the delicious noise dripping from the back of his throat as it escapes him. It is the name he dreams of being called, but the voice calling him that is not one that belongs to any girl or woman’s he’s ever bedded, it belongs to the deep dark voice of his best friend Zacky. Suddenly, a blindfold is pulled over his eyes as the voice disappears along with the hand, and a small chuckle fills the room, cursing right into his ear. He’s heard that laughter before.
“I know you want me to treat you like the dirty little bitch you are baby. I hear you sometimes, touching yourself. I’m surprised the whole bus can’t hear you moaning my name under your breath. It turns me on so much…” the voice whispers as the hands tie the blindfold around his eyes, preventing his vision, and suddenly he realises who the voice in his ear really is.
“Zacky? Is that you?” he asks, when suddenly one of the fingers press against his lips, silencing him entirely.
“So observant, aren’t you baby? I know all about those dark little thoughts inside your head, and tonight I’m going to fulfil them all just for you” Zacky whispers in his ear and he shudders when he feels himself being pushed forward on the marble top, the cool stone making him shiver again. The hands return and begin to caress down his sides, stroking the clothing that covers his body. It has to disappear, but what Brian doesn’t know is Zacky likes to tease before he claims his prize. He leans over Brian, so his already semi-hard erection presses against the submissive’s back and begins to bite at his neck, one of the fantasies.
“You like me biting you, don’t you baby? I want the whole world to know who you belong to” he whispers as Brian whimpers, nodding when the bites become harder and more pleasurable.
“Bite me, Zack, bite me” he hisses, when suddenly the biting stops and there’s a harsh slap to his ass, something that makes him both yelp and moan at the same time.
“You will only call me Master here, baby. If you say my name again without permission, I will not touch you- understood?” Zacky asks softly and Brian nods, knowing better than to say anything more to the man he has become. The teeth return to his neck and the bites begin again, leaving Brian chanting the words ‘Bite Me’ under his breath- an almost twisted version of Alice In Wonderland’s ‘Drink me’. He doesn’t even realise that Zacky’s hands are unbuckling his pants and pulling them off of his legs and tugging at his shirt, almost ripping it in half to get rid of it. His hands trail down Brian’s back and eventually, to his bare ass.
“Such a beautiful ass baby. I can’t wait to leave my mark on it” he whispers as his tongue runs up one of the cheeks, leaving a long wet strip before his hand collides with the skin and Brian lets out another yelp groan of pleasure. He loves to be spanked.
“Spread your legs for me baby. Let me see your pretty little hole” Zacky mutters as the spanking suddenly stops, a bright red hand print on Brian’s ass. It makes him groan slightly at just the sight and he knows if he doesn’t finish this up soon, he’ll be gone before he even begins. Brian whimpers softly from loss of contact but spreads his legs eagerly for his new Master. He doesn’t feel anything for a moment, but when he feels two of Zacky’s digits pressing at his lips, he opens his mouth and greedily sucks them in, rolling his tongue over the sweet tasting skin.
His vision is blocked so all of his other senses are on fire. But suddenly the fingers are gone and are pressing at the tight ring of muscle, pressing into the tight heat, begging to please him.
“Oh god…Master please!” Brian begs softly and Zacky begins to move his fingers in and out, scissoring around and curling, trying to find that perfect little spot inside of him.
Tense and impatient, the fingers are withdrawn from Brian’s asshole and Zacky lines himself up with Brian’s entrance, pressing forward teasingly as the man beneath him shivers and groans.
“Beg for it, baby. Let me hear you tell me how much you want me” he mumbles against the skin when Brian opens his mouth, and dirty little words begin to fall out.
“Put it in me baby, make me feel so good. Fuck me hard, hurt me Master- make me your little bitch!” he cries out, and in one swift motion Zacky’s pushed all the way in, ignoring the slight cry of pain the other man lets out.
The first time can always be a little awkward, and as the man beneath him tries to relax and get rid of the pain, Zacky strokes his hair and face like a cat, biting down on those special little spots on his neck. But all too soon the pleasure returns and Brian’s begging him to move. Thrusting slowly to start off with, Brian comes all but undone to what he feels at Zacky’s touch and his thrusts start to speed up, becoming faster and more vicious.
“What are you slut?” Zacky hisses as he slams into Brian’s prostate and he screams out, his lips moving into a perfect oval shape.
“I’m a bitch! A filthy little bitch!”
“That’s right” Zacky whispers in reply, and brings down his hand to spank Brian again as he hisses “Naughty. Little. Boy”
“Master I’m gonna cum…!” Brian yells out suddenly and Zacky grabs the other man’s cock, speeding up his thrusts, but staving away Brian’s orgasm.
“Not until I say so you aren’t” he groans when his orgasm hits him like a punch in the face, making him groan aloud and speed up his thrusts, milking himself until he can’t feel anything but the tight heat that’s engulfing him. He pulls out, smirking when he hears Brian’s pleading to let him cum and he starts to move his hand up and down Brian’s length, crawling up his body and biting at his neck and shoulders again.
“Beg me to cum, Baby”
“Please Master! Let me cum!”
Zacky’s strokes speed up and in seconds, Brian’s shaking and quivering under his touch, screaming his name mixed in with other obscenities and his white cum has covered his hand. Slowly crawling away, Zacky undoes the restraints and rolls him onto his back, getting ontop of Brian and straddling him.
“You can lick away your milk, Baby. You’re gonna swallow every last drop” he whispers as he goes to move the blindfold away, and Brian opens his eyes, staring up at Zacky and ready to lap up the cum on his hand. But instead, his wife is staring down at him, checking to see if he’s still alive.
“Brian! You’ve been unconscious for twenty minutes- I had to call Zacky and Matt to see if you were still breathing!” she cries unhappily as she stalks back into the house to get him some water, Matt hot on her heels. At the sound of Zacky’s name, Brian’s cock jerks back to life, and he can feel a horrible wetness in his boxers. Was it all real- or was it a dream?
Helping him to his feet, Zacky brushes Brian down and when his friend goes to turn around, he stops him. But Brian speaks first.
“I had the strangest dream…” he whispers to himself, when suddenly, he feels the teeth pressing against his neck, nipping against the sensitive skin and the hands running along his crotch and cock.
“Bite me, baby” Zacky whispers in his ear, with the same voice he’d used before.
“That was anything but a dream”
3/21/13