How apropos for a Friday Flash, caught with my pants down again. So, I’m posting a ficlet we m/m authors had the joy of throwing together over Labor Day Weekend at Literary Nymphs Chat group. Members offered the prompts, Authors gave them one hell of a selection of under 2000-word short stories. As you’re reading, you’ll notice the prompts are left in blue. That’s so you can appreciate what exactly we Authors had to work with here. What a trip, but great fun.

I present, my LNC Labor Day 2009 story,

Bastard by Bryl R. Tyne

Some surprise, he knew I abhorred Lemon Krispy Cremes. Yet, he insisted on eating one after another as, knees on either side of my body, he sat atop me on the bed.

Outside, it was dark. Bastard thought it funny to wake me in the middle of the night. “What the fuck time is it?” I scanned to my right for the clock only to be brought back, with a forceful hand, to face him.

Glorying in watching me gag, he bit into each donut and, exposing the snot yellow cream, sucked at it with fervor. Where he got off on torturing the hell out of me, I wondered. Last night, Chinese cuisine at the Midnight Haunt—my least favorite—he knew it too; and this morning, or whatever time of night it was, those wretched lemon-filled…

With his knees, he pinned my arms to the bed and bent, kissing me, before I had chance to protest. I shuddered, trying not to hurl at the nasty flavor coating my tongue and gradually approaching my throat. His bare knuckled grip tightened in my hair. The harder he pulled, the deeper he delved, the sharper the pain in my head.

I despised this treatment, yet he persisted. Little did he realize though, I’d tired of his shenanigans and had gotten my hands on some much needed info. He was the one in for the surprise. He had no tolerance for bitching, especially when one of his boys complained of a bad hair day… Would he ever be shocked, when I was through with him.

With all the spite-filled strength I could muster, I arched from the sheets, kicking him off me and onto the floor. By his speed, or lack thereof, he appeared dazed as he got to his hands and knees. I stood behind him and fisted his hair, only to give it a tug, quick and forceful, and yank him upright, onto his knees. A rose tattoo on his right shoulder beckoned my attention. Why a rose, I’d find out later, but damn, if the sight of it didn’t put a rise in my cock, up and beyond any turn-on I’d ever experienced. I averted my fixation with the tat, had to focus on the plan.

“Who’s in charge now, bitch?”

“You are.”

I yanked his head back further and leaned to his ear. “You. Are. Sir.”

He panted. His body shaking, he corrected his reply on a raspy exhale. “Y-you are, s-sir.”

Without breaking my grip, I got to my knees, fumbled behind me for my bag, and drug it to my side. Didn’t take me long to find what I sought. I dropped the cock harness over his shoulder onto the floor. He instinctively reached for it, but I pulled him back. I could learn to like this, I thought, digging into my bag once again. “Not yet, boy.”

Reaching around, I slipped my magic ring over the head of his jutted cock and slid it to the base. Fuck. From the feel of things, he endured domination just fine. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he enjoyed it. “Put that on first,” I said, applying a steady stroke to the beautiful piece of meat wrapped in my closed palm.

He groaned, but obeyed. I let go of his cock as he put on the harness and snapped it place. “You want whatever I tell you, you want, don’t you?” I asked.

Sweat slicked his skin. He was gorgeous. I didn’t mind waiting for a reply, not this time. That damned rose tattoo held my attention. I licked over it and scooted closer to press my cock along the cleft of his firm ass. With the sting from the bite I inflicted, he answered. “Yes…sir.”

“Good boy.”

I stood and, by his hair, pulled him to his feet. His head snapped to my shoulder, I slid my tongue over his stubbly cheek to the corner of one closed eye. “Shower, now.”

He hesitated briefly at the whispered command but made for the shower, me pressed firmly behind him. Surely, he knew what I had in mind—to watch him squirm as the water tightened the wet leather encasing his cock.

Heat never bothered me. I was used to pain, but if I wanted to do this right, I had to take his needs into consideration. “Adjust it, until you can stand it. Barely.“

He did, and steam filled the stall as I closed the glass door. I directed him into the spray,  delighting in his pained expression as the leather harness drank in the hot water. “You like that, boy?”

“Yes,” he gasped, “Sir.”

Releasing my hold on his hair, I ordered him to take my cock and suck it. He got to his knees, his hair soaked and dripping in his eyes. Water ricocheted off his head, splaying my chest, as he took me deep inside his mouth. I felt a chuckle leave my lips at the sight. “Who’s having a bad hair day now, bitch?”

He groaned as I kicked his knees apart to slide a foot up the length of his harnessed balls and cock. He started to shake. “Take it deeper.” I ordered.

He obeyed, taking me into his throat then backing off.

“Again!” I grabbed him behind the ears and thrust. “And this time, make it count.”

As if he enjoyed his task, he took me with purpose, engulfing my cock and… Fuck! He was humming. Jesus, the man could rival a hummingbird. I guided him to the tip and back, balls swimming. Hands unsteady, I lost my grip on his head and braced the tile. Holding me fast to the cool wall with his forearm, he never let up sucking my cock. Not even as my entire body tensed and I arched from the wall, breaking his hold. Again, I fisted his wet hair and drove in and out. With ass clenched, I thrust deep, giving him all I had, my balls spewing more and more of my load, with each jerk of my hips.

He looked up at me through matted hair as I withdrew from between his lips. I laughed at those pleading eyes blinking back the shower’s spray. “Take care of yourself.”

An exasperated huff escaped his lips as he continued to stare.

“Now!”

He struggled to the release the snaps on the wet leather, finally breaking eye contact to aid his quest. His cock securely in his grasp, he worked up a hurried stroke as he loosened the ring. “Fuck…” His moan echoed over the sound of the water as he came, his spunk flying hard and high, splaying my legs, from shins to thighs.

* * * *

I was back in bed and warm between the sheets, long before he emerged from the bathroom. As I felt the mattress sink under his weight, I turned my back to him. Would’ve commented on those fucking Lemon Krispy Cremes, but I knew he loved them. Stupid bastard. In vain, I tried to stifle the laughter threatening to break free. “Teach you to mess with the do.”

“Shut up.” He shoved me into the wall then backed off.

I bucked against his chilly body, teasing, secretly hoping he’d resume his antics. Sleep evaded me with my cock, stone-hard and once again, ready for action.

“Asshole.” He mumbled.

I laughed aloud as I hit the wall hard from the force of his full-body bump. At once, our Schnauzer, scratched and barked at the bedroom door. Both of us froze our movements. As the bark progressed to a whine, I covered my head with a pillow.

“Fine.”

Before I knew it, the covers were thrown to the side and he was out of bed, pulling on a pair sweats, grumbling under his breath.

“Don’t wake the dog, unless you plan to walk it,” I said, knowing full well, I’d pay for pissing him off, when he returned. But that’s exactly what I wanted. I rolled over to wait for him, patiently. No matter how mad I drove him, he’d be back.

Again, I chuckled as he stomped from the room. “You know, that spot on top of chicken shit…?” The closing of the bedroom door ended his snarky comment.

Bastard.

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Enjoy,

Bryl