XXX'd Box Set (books 1-4) (gay humiliation role-play BDSM erotica) (8 page)

Relief flowed through Kyle like a tidal wave. He
took a deep breath through his nose, before slowly leaning in for a hug, with
his nose buried in the crook of Dan’s neck. This kind of mutual understanding
never happened to him before. And if Dan thought what they did was hot, what if
he did stretch his imagination and go with Kyle’s dirty fantasies. Some day.
Maybe. Eventually. If the impossible happened and Dan stuck around for longer.

Right now though, Dan’s calm was rubbing off on
him, so they just sat together in comfortable silence. Maybe this really wasn’t
the end of the world? Unless the world wanted to soften the blow with the soft cushion
of a relaxed bicep. Kyle’s muscles were going slack, melting into the hug and
when he was close to crossing the border between sleep and wake, Dan’s voice
penetrated his brain, bringing him right back to the present.

 “You’re shivering. Want my sweater?”

Kyle gave him a shy glance and nodded. His chest
swelled with a strange warmth, fueled by Dan's closeness, the soft glint in his
eyes. He didn't know how to respond, so he pulled Dan's hand towards his mouth
and kissed it between two thick veins. He didn’t want to look like one big
walking, talking anxiety, but since Dan had already seen that and still offered
him comfort, Kyle was starting to think that maybe they would go on that date
after all.

Dan pulled away, only to take off his dark green
sweater. Kyle slouched when the thin wool was draped over his shoulders. Dan's
hand remained on Kyle's back, roaming over it like he didn't want to stop
touching him. It made Kyle feel much safer and calmer. If Dan wasn’t worried,
why would he be? The guy must have been in strange situations countless times
to be so cool about being locked down in a cell.

“Now that you feel better, why the freak out?”

Kyle wrapped himself in the wool, which was now as
close to a cocoon of safety as it got. “‘Cause I should have known better. It’s
not targeted at you, I’m angry with myself.”

Dan sighed and pulled him closer with his heavy
arm. He smelled fresh, yet musky and sweet. Kyle would have bathed in that
smell if he could. “So stop. Now tell me why you’re so obsessed with being
busted? Happens to the best.”

Kyle couldn’t understand why he felt so safe
around a man he had just met. But somehow, he knew he wasn’t being judged, and
if someone tried to make him feel bad about what happened, Dan would punch
their noses in. Maybe it was the easy going attitude? “I don’t want people to
think badly of me just because I’m such a bottom.” There it was, out in the
open, but he didn’t dare look into Dan’s eyes. Snuggling up to him was a
different matter altogether.

Dan took the hint and pulled him closer, resting
his cheek on Kyle’s head. “Really? That’s the horrible issue here? I was
starting to think you had been molested, or something.”

Kyle frowned and pressed deeper into Dan's arms.
“Why? Am I weird acting?” The nerves were kicking in again, but the deliciously
smelling sweater was like a shield. Dan shrugged, smiled, and poked Kyle on the
nose.

“I was getting this weird ‘we’re having so much
chemistry. I need you now, but I’m afraid to say yes’ vibe.”

Kyle returned the grin. “So it’s not just me who
felt all that electricity?” That was a relief and a nice compliment in one, but
he still felt uneasy. “And I am a bit frightened. You know, about what other
people would think. If we go for it, will you tell everyone? If I have some weird
preference you don’t like, will you laugh?”

Dan’s lips twitched and he was obviously making an
effort not to chuckle. “What do you mean ‘tell everyone’? Aren’t you out?”

“Some guys tell all their friends about their
hook-ups. Like, in detail.” Kyle slouched at the mere thought of Dan spilling
the beans about just how much of a slutty bottom Kyle was. Stupid, trusting and
wonderfully easy to talk into a blowjob. It wouldn’t have been anything new,
but for whatever reason, Kyle wanted to trust Dan.

Dan leaned his back against the wall. “That
happened to you?”

“Is it that obvious?” Kyle sighed and rubbed his
face with both hands.

“Er, because you’re so obsessed with the idea that
I might do that?” Dan was still playing with Kyle’s hair, making his scalp tingle.

“Yeah, my political career won’t go far if this is
how I keep secrets. On the other hand, maybe it will, since I'm such a pro at
blowing.”

This time, Dan did chuckle, and he threaded his
fingers into the hair at the back of Kyle’ head. “I wouldn’t know.”

Kyle closed his eyes at the touch. “If I am to
trust you, you need to tell me a secret of your own.”

“What? That I’m not a leatherman?”

“No, a real secret!” Kyle laughed and nudged him
with an elbow. Oh God, this guy really was all muscle.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Something I could blackmail you with. Obviously.”
Kyle snorted. “So if our... whatever it will be, goes to shit, you can’t go on
a babble spree about me, because I’d know your dirt.”

“So it has to be dirty?” Dan was now tracing Kyle's
knuckles with his fingertips.

“Unless you’ve committed tax fraud. I’d take
that.” He smiled down at Dan’s big hands, which weren’t any more threatening
than a baby bear.

“I like rimming.”

“Oh. Oh nice...” Kyle swallowed. Was this enough
to confess his own proclivities?

Dan grinned at him. “Both ends of it.”

“I like...” Kyle had to clear his throat to
continue, but his heart knew what was going on and it picked up the pace.
“Aggressive stuff. In porn of course! I would never want anyone to get hurt,”
he was quick to add and looked into Dan’s eyes to make sure he understood, but
the guy didn’t seem shocked.

“Okay.”

Kyle’s brain was close to emitting steam. “Is it?
Every day, I feel like I’m jerking off to something that is an actual problem
in the real world. A crime shouldn’t just be titillation.” He sighed and his
throat kept constricting with all the nerves.

Dan sighed and poked him in the ribs. “It’s not a
crime if we both want it.”

“And you’d want to...’play’?” Kyle hoped they
meant the same thing by this. Slowly, he snaked his fingers up Dan’s thigh and
grasped his hand, all tense with emotion.

Dan scratched his head, but beamed at him like it
didn't matter that they got arrested. “Didn’t I make that clear already?”

XXX

Chapter 2

Kyle picked up his pace as he took a rapid turn
into the now familiar street. Since the morning of their release a month ago,
he had been spending most of his free time in Dan's company. A great deal of
that time in Dan's double bed, but they even met each other's friends and it
was all going surprisingly smooth. Later today, they were meeting the other
LGBT club members at the Pride parade, so he was already wearing the club's
t-shirt. It got him a few long looks on the way, but he couldn't care less with
the sun so warm and bright in the cloudless sky. And it was still early, so he
bought Dan’s favorite cereal on the way. He would have preferred having
breakfast together every day, but it wasn’t always possible.

He clutched onto his bag and took a deep breath,
before entering Dan’s building with his own set of keys. They were to have the
house to themselves, which hasn’t always been the case so far, with two overly
sociable guys sharing the flat with his boyfriend. Dan told him yesterday that
he was to brace himself for a few hours of undisturbed fun, but gave no
details, so Kyle made his way up the stairs with his heart racing in his chest.
A chill ran down his spine when he heard a rustle of fabric behind him,
followed by a hollow clang.

“Hey, you!”

Kyle stopped mid-stride and looked down the
stairs, all hair on his body standing up when he noticed a bulky figure in the
shadows. For a split second, he didn’t realize who it was, but his brain
quickly made the connection. It was Dan, but with his head shaved almost completely,
with only a shadow of hair left. It made his cheekbones, brows and jaw look
sharper, like a predator on a hunt for fresh meat. Dan looked at him with a
deep frown, poking the wall with a can of beer again. He was dressed in pale
jeans and an army jacket, and without his usual friendly smile, he was
intimidating as hell. When he curled up the side of his upper lip, revealing
his teeth, Kyle’s cock twitched.

“The fuck you doin’ here?” Dan squished the can
and threw it into the corner with a metallic thud.

“I’m... just going home,” he muttered and took a
few steps up the stairs, but couldn’t take his eyes off Dan. Was this it? Was
he getting the best freaking experience ever today? Now?

Dan spat on the floor like a common thug and moved
towards him. “Don’t want your kind in my street!”

“Hey, take it easy. I’m going, okay?” Kyle took
one more step up, to get to the landing of the stairs.

“Get back here, you little fag,” growled Dan,
following him up the stairs. The hollow thud of his combat boots made Kyle
flush with excitement. He loved it when Dan wore them during sex, black and
shiny.

Kyle squealed and dropped the box of cereal he was
carrying, to make a run for it. He had never felt such an adrenaline rush in
his life, and the scene hadn’t even started yet! He rushed straight to Dan’s
apartment, ripping the keys out of his pocket on the way. He was torn between
arousal and fear, because even though he knew logically, it was his boyfriend
following him, his body still automatically responded to a huge guy launching
himself at him. Haunted by the loud footsteps, he fumbled with the lock, but as
soon as he managed to get the door open, Dan pressed him against it with all of
his weight.

“What do you want? Leave me alone!” Kyle’s breath
became shallow, and heat scorched through his body as Dan pushed the side of
his head against the door, flattening Kyle’s cheek on the cool wood. There was
so much strength in that muscular frame. Dan could easily overpower him, hurt
him if he wanted to and it got Kyle going like nothing else.

“Take the key out and open that door.”

The arousing smell of Dan's sweat and the firm
touch of his body made gooseflesh break out all over Kyle’s arms, and he
complied, pulling the door open.

It crossed his mind that Dan's roommates could be
at home, but when Dan gave him a push that almost sent him to his knees, he
forgot about it altogether.

“Going to that fag parade, huh?” Dan locked the
door behind him and crooked his head, looking at Kyle with eyes burning with
unmistakable lust.

“N-no. I’m not like that!” Kyle started walking
backwards, wary that he might trip over the couch at any moment soon. “Do you
want money?” He noticed the living room was darker than usual, as the blinds
were shut to ensure their privacy.

“No? Why the t-shirt then?” Dan walked into the
room like he owned it, tall, big and just as intimidating as a real attacker
would be. Dan could easily transform from a sweet guy who got you coffee to
bed, into a beast who didn’t take no for an answer.

“This?” Kyle looked down to his shirt and laughed
like a nervous teenager. Even though he knew it was all a game, the chill in
his body was all too real. “I got it for free, never looked at it much.” He hit
the back of the couch with his ass and that was it. He was trapped. And already
hard.

Dan shrugged and kicked one of the wooden chairs
so hard it fell over with a loud clatter. “So take the fucking thing off!”

“Yes, yes, sure!” Kyle’s breath hitched again, and
he pulled the t-shirt off as if it was burning. He flung it to an armchair,
knowing very well that his body was being scrutinized. Dan gave himself time,
but the sound made by the thick soles of his boots was familiar and never
failed to soften Kyle’s knees.

He pointed to Kyle with his chin. “Now off with
your pants. Fags don’t deserve to be dressed.”

“But... why? I really don’t want any trouble.”
Kyle swallowed and couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his body when he
looked into Dan’s eyes. They followed his every move, like a hawk, judging if
its prey was weak or strong.

“You got in trouble the moment you decided to suck
cock.”

Kyle swallowed and reached for his fly, but after
he undid the first button, getting all of Dan's attention to focus on his
crotch, he turned in one swift move and made a run for it down the corridor. He
was sweating already, as if his body didn’t understand it was just play. The
squeak of soles scratching on the wooden floor made his stomach clench, but he
didn’t even manage to get into the safety of Dan’s room when he was pulled back
into that powerful chest. His heart froze for a moment when Dan cupped his
throat and gave it a gentle, warning squeeze.

“You stand no chance.”

“Please, please, please let me go! I won’t report
you!” Kyle couldn’t believe how badly his own voice was quivering. He grabbed
onto Dan’s arms, relishing in the useless struggle. He loved losing the fight
and letting Dan have his way with him. The grip on his throat got stronger, and
for a moment, he was afraid Dan would actually go through with choking him.
Instead, he yanked the door open and pushed Kyle into the large, neatly
organized room.

“Shut up, pussy.”

This time, the shove was too much, and Kyle fell
over, hitting his knees against the carpet. He wouldn’t dare speak and looked
up at his boyfriend with eyes wide open.

“So, shall I say it again?” Dan closed the door
and dropped the key behind a cupboard. “Drop those fucking pants, fag.”

Kyle swallowed and got to his feet, pushing his
pants off as if the devil himself was urging him on. It was a melting pot of
everything he lusted for, feared, and felt guilty about wanting. He shed his
sneakers and pushed down his jeans, discretely darting a look to the erection
straining Dan’s jeans. They were a tight fit, revealing the obscene shape in
the right pant leg. Just when he was anticipating a new command, Dan suddenly
made a move towards him with a stomp that made him flinch.

“Take it all off!”

Dan had seen him naked plenty of times by now, but
when Kyle pulled his briefs off, he felt what Adam must have after tasting the
forbidden fruit. He cast his gaze to the floor, so embarrassed he could barely
breathe. But then again he wasn’t really embarrassed. Or was he? He didn’t know
anymore.

“On your knees.” Dan’s voice was a low growl as he
neared Kyle like a lion so confident of catching his prey, he was happy to play
with his meal first. It didn’t stop Kyle from taking a step back.

“What do you want?” he uttered.

This time, Dan didn’t bother to answer and crossed
the distance between them only to yank Kyle down by the hair, forcing him to
obey the earlier command. “I said on your knees, bitch!”

The pain tore a squeal out of Kyle, but it was far
too pulse-raising for him to complain. When he looked up, Dan was like a statue
of masculinity and being so close, Kyle noticed the darker spot on the pale
denim, right over the head of that thick cock. His mouth watered. He’d love to
suck the precum out of the fabric. He wondered if Dan would make him do it, but
instead, he was pushed even lower down until his cheek touched the carpet.

“Don’t you dare move!”

He tried to look up, but from his position, only
managed to see Dan’s boots and calves. The anticipation was a killer. He
trusted Dan to take into account all the things they talked about, but the fact
that it was in his boyfriend’s control what would actually happen and when,
made his own cock throb in eagerness. If he had a tail, it would be probably
wagging on its own accord by now.

“So, you have a boyfriend?”

Kyle’s whole body went on fire when the ridges of
Dan's boot dug into his scalp, but he obediently kept his hands on the floor.
They never went through details like this, which made the whole scene all the
more exciting.

“Yes,” he uttered after giving it some thought.
“Please don’t hurt me.”

Dan snorted and ground the heavy boot into Kyle's
face. It was squeaky clean, Dan only used those boots indoors, but that didn’t
make the gesture any less humiliating and exciting. “Because what? Your queer
boyfriend would beat me up?”

The smell of fresh rubber made Kyle’s cock twitch
against his stomach. “Don’t do anything to my boyfriend,” he mewled against the
carpet.

“Who’s gonna stop me? You, little faggot?” Dan
slowly twisted the heel of his boot against Kyle’s cheek. It was one of the
most erotic things Kyle had ever experienced and they weren’t even fucking yet.
But he wouldn’t just take it. Oh, no. Kyle slid out from under the shoe in one
swift move, wincing at the slight scratch on his skin, and made a crawl for it
towards the desk.

He half-expected Dan to kick his ass with his
boot, but when he did, Kyle trembled with emotion, feeling his cock drip.
“Where are you dragging that meager ass?” And with that, Dan pressed his boot
against Kyle’s buttocks, forcing his hips down.

“Let me go!” he yelped and uselessly reached his
arms back, to push the foot off, but it was no use.

“Shut the hell up!” Dan dropped to his knees and
slapped Kyle across the face. It wasn’t a strong blow, but just as effective,
because it made Kyle go silent in an instant. He looked up into Dan’s eyes, his
stomach knotting when all he saw was raw lust. Dan was looking at him as if he
wanted to swallow him like the wolf did Red Riding Hood. “That’s better, little
homo.”

Kyle opened his mouth, but then closed it again,
feeling more exposed than ever before.

“So, when did you suck your first cock, cunt?” Dan
asked in a voice thick with sickly sweetness and grabbed a fistful of Kyle’s
hair.

“S-sixteen,” Kyle uttered and leaned towards Dan
to avoid the hair pulling.

“Slut.”

Kyle knew it was just play, but it still made his
cheeks burn and he looked to the carpet.

“What else do you do?” Dan gave him another slap
on the cheek.

Kyle flinched at the sting but didn’t fight back.
“Nothing! I’m a good boy!”

“No?” Dan turned Kyle’s face sideways and spat on
his cheek. “You never gave a handjob, faggot?”

The wetness dripping down Kyle’s face was enough
to make his cock twitch, but he still tried uselessly to pull away from the
grip. “Okay, okay, I did that.”

Dan pouted and all of a sudden, his thick fingers
slipped between Kyle’s buttocks, making him arch his back in surprise. “Bet
someone fucked that cunt too.”

“No! Don’t touch me! Fuck off!” Kyle struggled and
grabbed Dan’s wrists just to see what would happen. He always avoided fights in
real life, but this was something completely different.

“Shut up, you pussy!” Dan rolled Kyle to his back
and abruptly got to his feet, towering over him.

Kyle pushed at his calf and curled up on the
carpet. Dan’s boot pressed into his arm right away.

“What should I do with a cunt like you?”

“Let me go? I’ll never suck cock again, I
promise,” Kyle whined.

“Oh?” Dan’s snort made Kyle’s skin crawl. “Maybe
you should lick my boots instead?”

“Will you let me go then?” Kyle inched closer, and
his mouth watered at the thought. He loved those boots and already imagined how
the leather would taste on his tongue. God, when Dan was behaving like this,
he’d do anything he wanted. The bad boy attitude was sending him into a frenzy.

“Convince me.”

Kyle licked his lips and got to his knees, making
his way to Dan’s shoes on all fours. It was like dealing with the ideal of a
macho guy stereotype. As much as Kyle would never admit to a fantasy like this
in public, in the security of their home, he could indulge, drawn to the smell
of leather and rubber like a feline to catnip. The boots were so big and
chunky, just like Dan’s cock. Before he even got to lean down, Dan lifted his
boot and scratched the side of Kyle’s face with the sole.

Kyle turned his head and licked the side of the
boot. He didn’t even realize he was trembling before he saw his own fingers.

“Do it like you mean it, bitch-boy!”

Kyle gasped and turned his attention to the boot
on the floor, as the other one pushed on his arm. He licked the tip, reveling
in the smell of leather, his cock never softening. Dan’s groan made him double
his efforts and he lapped at the smooth surface, unable to stop the small
noises that escaped his lips every now and then. He wiggled his ass up high,
for Dan’s watching pleasure and continued to the back of the shoe. This would
definitely become something to do again. Maybe he could suggest to Dan that he
could give him an all-body tongue bath.