by Nero Seal
Yet, instead of stopping this stupid act, he encouraged it. “Use your tongue more.”
His hand reached his groin, adjusting his hurting cock. The harsh fabric, rubbing against his cockhead sent a rush of painful pleasure through him, making it impossible to hold back. He unzipped his pants and reached inside to give his aching length relief with a stroke. Jumping upright, his dick slapped his stomach, marring it with a sticky mess of precum.
Slater gulped against the steel, his pale eyes concentrating on a clear drop leaking out from the slit.
“Do you want to lick it?” Slater nodded eagerly. The sound of his teeth catching the metal made Talha cringe. His free hand found Slater’s chin, lifted it, and he carefully withdrew the gun from his mouth.
Impatient, Slater shook off his touch, lurched forward, and caught the shimmering drop with the tip of his tongue. A low sound coming from his chest turned into a moan. His eyelashes trembled and dropped; pleasure clearing his forehead of a vertical line.
“Does it taste this good?” Talha bit his lip to prevent his dick from overruling his mind.
Slater grinned. His wicked tongue teased beneath the cockhead, then circled it, coating him in blissful warmth and softness. Air puffs chilling the wet skin every time Slater pulled back or broke the contact.
Having had no sex in weeks, Talha couldn’t suppress a moan. His face on fire, he rolled his head backward, disintegrating in the strong sensation. When he glanced down again, Slater’s eyes groped him with a hungry, predatory expression.
Fuck… Talha gulped, mentally slapping himself for showing weakness. Guiding the ripper’s head away from his groin, he shoved Slater to the floor. Hands whacking the dark, polished wood, he kept his focus on Talha. “Stay.”
On all fours, with his body stiff with attention, Slater was stunning. The need to taste his skin brought Talha to his knees behind the ripper. With one hand still holding the gun, he used his free one to roll up Slater’s black shirt, revealing his scarred back. It had been so long since he inhaled the faint aroma of cloves and wood, etched into the ripper’s skin. Placing the armed hand to the floor, he steadied himself. Blowing a stream of air, he caressed the hollowed groove of his spine, watching Slater’s every muscle ripple with anticipation. The younger man writhed, every hair rising. Tiny, soft, colorless, and so appealing. Hand wrapping around Slater’s torso, Talha caressed the bulges of his abs, as his mouth dropped to the small of his back. He nearly moaned again, when the familiar scent of Slater’s skin filled his lungs, hazing his mind.
Nails, scraping oblique muscles, reached Slater’s chest. Talha smiled hearing a yelp of pain as he pinched his nipple. The sound so small and desperate, that Talha squeezed his eyes, then sank his teeth into Slater’s shoulder-blade so he could hear it again.
I’m so fucked…
Tongue, brushing over the reddening teeth print, slicked down, counting the raised welts, as his impatient hand sneaked toward Slater’s zipper. With a jerky movement, he pushed the button through the loop, then undid the fly. Kissing and biting a path down Slater’s flank, he stripped him of his jeans and underwear.
Sitting back, he took into the view, as his hands couldn’t stay away from the round globes of Slater’s ass.
The silverish hue of the cane scars stood out against his tanned skin. His balls tightened, and even if Talha couldn’t see his cock from this position, he didn’t miss a shimmering thread of precum stretching from under his belly to the floor.
Talha’s cock bobbed from the view. Slater placed his knees wider and pushed his ass up, presenting himself. His dusky pink hole twitched, betraying his anticipation, balls tight and round, as his whole body stilled, expecting something.
“Master…” Slater’s voice shook as he begged. With a smirk, Talha slapped his butt cheek, leaving a burning print behind, then spat on his hole. The sphincter twitched, eager to swallow the transparent liquid, and Talha pressed his thumb to the stretchy skin, smearing the spittle all over. Slater moaned, then shuddered, as Talha’s nail pressed to his opening, forcing its way in.
So fucking lewd. Talha had to clasp his cock and give it a light stroke as impatience quickened his blood.
Soft and compliant, Slater’s sphincter contorted around his digit. Talha spat again, and, using his thumb as a hook, opened Slater up. The drop of saliva skidded around his thumb and disappeared in the depth of Slater’s body.
“More…” Slater begged.
“So greedy, aren’t you?” Talha pulled back and licked his lips, bringing his armed hand to his knee. Slater’s hips bucked. His reddened hole contracted, begging to be fucked. Slave of his needs, Slater jerked his chin in an impatient gesture.
Talha’s eyes narrowed as his head cleared. No matter how he looked at it, this wasn’t the punishment he’d wanted to administer to Slater. If he kept going, things would never change. Slater would never learn, and one day another bloody feast would greet him in his home.
No, this can’t go on. An icy needle panged through Talha’s core, giving birth to an evil idea. Lifting the armed hand, he nudged Slater’s entrance with the muzzle.
Slater tensed. Talha reinforced the order, “STAY.”
Filling his mouth with saliva, he spat in the cleft. The liquid, dribbling down, pooled over the hole and around the barrel.
Pretty… Talha thought, nudging the creasy skin with the gun, smearing the moisture around. The puckered skin stretched under the pressure. Slater gasped as the barrel breached his passage, slowly sinking inside.
Talha’s mind obscured, as his eyes refused to blink. The black metal disappearing inside Slater’s body was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life.
PAIN STUNNED Slater as the cruel metal kept forcing its way into his body. Cold and hard, it didn’t bring any pleasure but chilled his insides with embryonic fear. The front sight scratched the tender tissue of his passage, setting his insides on fire. He yelped, arched back, and his mouth froze in a silent cry.
“No, Master. Hurts,” he complained, but the evil hand slapped his ass.
“Stay still, or I might accidentally pull the trigger.” Amusement, too evident in Talha’s voice, made him glance over his shoulder. Fear, solidifying, crystallized his marrow and nearly eclipsed his arousal as a wicked glint in the depth of Talha’s eyes greeted him. “That’s actually, not a bad idea, huh? I can pull a trigger now, Slater. Finish this all.”
The hand worked its way down Slater’s body until the back of Talha’s fingers pressed against his taint.
Adrenaline syringing into Slater’s blood, sending his heart in a violent dash.
“How do you like the idea?” Talha’s voice, calm and cold, dried Slater’s eyes. “You’ll die in pure agony. The same agony you subjected your victims to, I assume.”
Did Master trick Slater? Will Slater die now? He imagined the bullet tearing through his guts, turning him into a bleeding, quivering mess of stinking flesh. Disgusting…
“It will be a very long, painful death, full of disgrace, and would last for hours.” Talha’s hand kept rhythmically fucking him, stirring the invisible spot that had always made him lose his mind. Despite the fear, his cock was painfully hard and every sense in his body rang with attention. “Shaking, bleeding through all the holes in your body. Should I make Camilla watch you die?”
Baring his teeth, Slater growled. His toes curled, ready to push himself upright, but the vicious gun slammed into his guts, making him claw the polished wood in maddening pain.
“Follow the fucking order, you disloyal dog. Keep still!”
“Master?” Eyes stinging, Slater rapidly blinked through the numbing ache that still roamed through his guts.
“That would be a very fitting death for a disloyal dog like you, don’t you agree?”
Master is scary… A small tremor took over his limbs as his mouth dried up. His eyes fixed on the scratches his nails had left on the polished wood. The thrust of the metal slowed down. Now, almost gentle and sm
ooth, it caressed his insides. Bright colors sparked in his eyes, and a potent scent of arousal thickened the air. Every thrust echoed through his body with sweet heat, making his organs melt, then boil.
A part of him expected the familiar click of a trigger to precede the tearing pain and booming sound, but the blooming pleasure didn’t let him digest the thought.
CLICK!
Slater staggered forward. His ass contracted, clasping around the barrel in a vice-like grip. Master chuckled, and Slater realized that it was Talha clicking his tongue.
“Master is cruel,” Slater whispered, glancing over his shoulder. A splash of indignation and betrayal in his heart made him frown. Talha’s lips twitched.
“So, even Iblīs can be scared, huh?” A palm, weirdly gentle, brushed beneath his right eye, wiping his sweat. Instinctively, Slater followed it with his face, chasing the sensation.
“You have no idea how appealing you are right now.” Slater didn’t know if Master told it to himself or Slater, but it didn’t matter, as the warmed up steel was brutally pulled out of his body, and something hot and pulsing substituted for it.
Unlike the metal, the touch was so smooth, burning and slick, that Slater dissolved in relief. Pushing away from the floor, he arched his spine, looking to increase the physical contact. His sweaty cheek brushed against Master’s lips, releasing an enormous dose of endorphins into his system.
The flare of heat slammed into his head. The tension released, leaving him convulsing in the hormonal overload. His eyes rolled back as Talha’s hips collided against his ass, then again and again. His mouth hung open, and moisture escaped its limits, trailing down his chin. Every thrust of Talha’s cock extracted a whimper out of his throat. Defeated, Slater disintegrated in Master’s arms, feeling rearranged, reborn. Slater loved and hated it at once.
The painful spasm took over his cock and balls, making him cry out his orgasm, as his ass clenched around Talha’s length, begging it to stay still.
His cry muted with a red heat, as gunfire sounded in his ears. Deafening him, it erased everything around.
TALHA’S CHEST ACHED with the powerful orgasm as he pulled out of Slater’s shaking body and sat back by his side. Gazing at the quivering mess his reaper became, he blew a gush of air over his sweaty skin, then smiled, as the reaper collapsed to his side, his eyes empty.
Coated in a shimmering layer of perspiration, with his lungs heaving in oxygen deprivation and eyes drenched with tears, he looked so pure, so young, so innocent. Mesmerizing. A mix of shock and confusion added to his beauty.
“You are so…” Talha breathed. Looking for a word, he caressed the wet side of Slater’s face with the back of his palm. “…gorgeous.”
Slater gulped, rolling on his back. Tears escaping his eyes painted two shimmering trails over his cheekbones. Leaning in, Talha licked them off, tasting the saltiness, then kissed Slater’s slack mouth.
“I doubt I’ll ever meet anyone like you again,” Talha added, brushing the wet hair away from the ripper’s face. “So concentrate now, and try to remember this. Because I won’t repeat it.”
Slater blinked, and more water escaped his eyes, then mouth. With a smirk, Talha ran the back of his palm over Slater’s chin, collecting the moisture, then licked his index finger, tasting it. Sweet and salty, it tasted like tears.
“If you betray me again…” The muzzle of a gun lifted Slater’s shirt and poked him in his belly. “… the next bullet will enter here. Do you understand?”
Slowly, as if still unable to believe his eyes, Slater rolled his head to the side, his eyes fixing on the bullet hole in the wall for a long moment, before returning to Talha.
“That was hot…” he breathed; admiration fired up his eyes. “Let’s do it again!”
A shaky hand grabbed Talha’s shirt and pulled him closer, as the ripper locked their lips together.
I’m so fucked… Talha thought, closing his eyes and disappearing in the kiss. He learned nothing.
THE NOTHINGNESS SHATTERED with the booming sound of heavy footsteps, and a familiar scent of bitter almond and leather wafted through the air. Slater swallowed and flexed his hurting muscles. The painful pressure in his spine wrenched out his nerves, making him lose his patience and want to pull out the safety bolt to release himself.
Kneeling on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back, he lifted his face toward the sound. The leather blindfold prevented him from seeing his master, but his face, brushing against the thin warm fabric, outlined Talha’s knee.
“Don’t wipe your drool off on my pants. You are spoiling them.”
The hot palm gave a few bracing slaps to his cheek before his master pulled onto the chain that interlinked his wrists and ankles. His hamstrings shrieked in agony before the carabiner clicked and the pressure in his spine disappeared.
Talha stepped back, and Slater, losing his balance, whacked against the floor. The rough surface chafed his cheek; he wriggled his spine, trying to increase blood circulation in his numb limbs.
A warm airwave licked his cheek informing him of his master squatting down by his side a moment before a hand ruffled his hair. Gentle yet rough, Talha’s fingers released the clasp at the back of his head and the blindfold slipped down a second before Talha tugged the ball out of Slater’s mouth.
“I have a job for you. Be ready in two hours.” A warm breath brushed against his cheek as a hand caressed his chin before lifting it. Talha’s eyes shimmered; he leaned closer and a fleeting touch of his cool lips grazed over Slater’s wet mouth. The kiss broke before he managed to respond, and the coarse surface of paper abraded his tongue, as Master thrust a fat envelope into his mouth. The acrid smell of glue followed. “Bite.”
Craning his neck, Slater spat the envelope to the floor. He grinned, brushed his cheek against his master’s shin, before licking Talha’s shoe. “Thank you, Master.”
“You are gross…” Talha said. The shoe disappeared from under Slater’s cheek, and sharp pain blossomed under his ribs as a heavy sole crushed down on his back from above. “Clean yourself. We leave in two hours.”
THE END
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Journalist, poker player, casino events manager, designer, and SEO specialist, Nero Seal tried it all before committing to the idea of being an M/M fiction writer. Living in one of the most homophobic countries in the world, he has a lot to say. Being an avid traveler, he creates his imaginary worlds on the places he’s been and the people he’s met.
Characters always talk in his head, forcing him to write their stories, using his 49 kinks as the ultimate weapon of allure. When the voices in his head aren’t slaving him around, he is drawing, hiking, and procrastinating important things in favor of momentary gratification.
EGOIST SERIES:
LOVE OF THE EGOIST
ACCEPTANCE OF THE EGOIST
OBSESSION OF THE EGOIST
SHORT STORIES:
AND AFTER DEATH…
UNDER THE YEW TREE
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[1] Iblīs –in the Qur'an Iblīs is described as the fallen jinn made of a smokeless fire and often is identified as Satan in the Christian Bible.
[2] Minik kuş – little bird (Turk.)
[3] Abi – older brother (Turk.)
[4] Kardeşim – younger sibling (Turk.)
[5] Geri çekil, köpek! – back off, dog (Turk.)
[6] Hanımım/Hanım – a female royal and aristocratic title / Mistress (Turk.)
[7] Defol – go away (Turk.)
[8] Reis – Master/Leader (Turk.)
[9]Mardin - a city in southeastern Turkey
[10] Kilim – a flat tapestry-woven carpet or rug.
[11] Imam – a title of a worship leader of a mosque and Muslim community.
[12] Orospu çocuğu – son of a bitch (turk)
[13] Bey – Mister (Turk.)
[14] Allahismarladik – Allah greets you (Turk.) Being said as a good bye.
[15] Güle-güle – B
ye-bye.
[16] Bismillah – "In the name of God"; it is the first word in the Qur'an being said as a word of protection from evil. (Arabic)
[17] Abaya - a robe-like dress, worn by some women in parts of the Muslim world.
[18] Hijab – a headscarf worn by some Muslim women.
[19] Mashrabiya - an architectural element which is characteristic of Arabic residences. It is a type of projecting oriel window enclosed with carved wood latticework.
[20] Agha – (Ağa) is an honorific title for a civilian or military officer, or often part of such title, and was placed after the name of certain civilian or military functionaries in the Ottoman Empire. Kurdish society gives the title "agha" to tribal chieftains - either supreme chieftains or village heads. It is also given to wealthy landlords and owners of major real estate in the urban Kurdish centers.
[21]Ifrīt - a powerful type of demon in Islamic mythology.
[22] Bedlah - a belly dancer’s suit.
[23] Mardin'in Piçi – Mardin’s bastard. (Turk.)
[24] Walī – custodian, protector, helper, a man close to God, or holy man. also Wali is someone who has "Walayah" (authority or guardianship) over somebody else. (Arabic)
[25] Fajr prayer - the first of the 5 daily prayers.
[26] Selamün aleyküm - a greeting in Arabic that means "Peace be upon you".
[27] Shahada - the basic statement of the Islamic faith: "There is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is his messenger."
