Crazy Kinky Dirty Love

by K. A. Merikan

  Both Dan and Eric were left speechless, but Dan’s cock was very vocal about its need to join in on the fun. Slowly, Dan made his way toward the door to the living room, watching the light seep into the corridor as he took out the fake gun and clenched it in his fingers. His joints were pulsing with his rapid heartbeat as he held his breath, stopping at the wall by the door.

  “Hell yeah,” Eric finally choked out. “You wanna check out that mirror now?”

  “Before dinner?” Kyle teased, more at ease by the second.

  “There will be no dinner,” announced Dan, rushing into the living room with the gun in hand. Blood rushed up to his head, making him dizzy, but he wouldn’t let it show, so he smiled at Kyle as he pointed the barrel at him.

  “What the fuck? Get out of our house!” Eric raised his voice but took a step back, just like Kyle, whose gaze instantly locked with Dan’s. The moment stretched, and Dan felt his heart skip a beat. He was such a goner.

  “Take whatever you want, just don’t shoot,” uttered Kyle, his chest moving rapidly with deep breaths.

  Dan felt his cheeks tense as his face stretched into a wide grin. “I intend to.” And with that, he raised his hand and gestured for Kyle to come over.

  Eric blinked. “No. What do you want?”

  “Oh, shut up.”

  Kyle visibly swallowed and looked to Eric, as a concerned little boyfriend would, before taking a few steps closer to Dan, with his hands slightly raised. “Just don’t hurt my boyfriend,” he whispered.

  Dan exhaled and stepped forward, yanking Kyle close. Adrenaline rushed in his veins, but as soon as he had Kyle’s back against his chest, he pressed his fingertips into the skin on his neck, breathing in the fresh scent of Kyle’s cologne. An artery was pulsing just beneath Dan’s finger, like a frightened bird wanting to escape. He put the barrel against Kyle’s temple, trying to gather himself together so that his voice would sound sufficiently reckless. “That depends on you, slut.”

  “Please let him go.” Eric raised his hands as well, but his gaze kept shifting from Kyle to Dan. He knew more about the scene than Kyle, it was necessary for safety measures. Kyle, on the other hand loved surprises. He told Dan they gave him adrenaline rushes, so as long as he wasn’t safewording, Dan could assume his boyfriend was happy. Or more than happy, judging by the way he ground his ass into Dan’s dick while holding onto his forearms.

  “It’s fine, Eric, it’s fine, just do what he says,” Kyle whimpered, his breathing now not only quick but erratic as well.

  “So, where’s your bedroom?” Dan pressed his hand against Kyle’s throat, gently choking him. He loved how his boyfriend’s Adam’s apple shifted in his hand. Everything was in his grasp.

  Kyle pointed to the left, to a barely furnished room where they slept. He got to his toes in an attempt to lessen the grip, but that wouldn’t help.

  “You don’t have to do this, we’ll pay what you want,” Eric tried, but already took a few steps toward the room. He had to be dying to get a taste of Kyle’s ass. Tough luck. He’d have to wait for his turn.

  “Shut up and walk,” muttered Dan, following Eric inside. He switched on the light with his elbow and took in the sparse decoration. There was just the large Ikea bed and an old wooden armchair, which was where Dan wanted Eric. “Sit your ass.”

  The guy listened, but Kyle writhed in Dan’s grip. It felt like child’s play. Kyle wasn’t a weightlifter, but Dan knew a half-assed effort when he saw one. It was a weight off Dan’s chest to see him so eager.

  “Here’s what you’ll do. I'll throw handcuffs at you, and you'll use them on yourself,” said Dan to Eric. He smiled when he watched the guy obey, and close the handcuffs with trembling fingers.

  “Listen to him, Eric, so he doesn’t hurt us,” Kyle uttered and clenched his burning-hot hand on Dan’s wrist. Unable to resist, Dan pressed his face into Kyle’s neck and took a swig of his scent, so masculine and fresh. He couldn’t wait to act.

  “Now you, little bitch boy,” Dan whispered. “Move your right hand into my front pocket and take it out.”

  Kyle’s jugular throbbed under Dan’s palm, and he slowly reached back into Dan’s pocket, arching his hips away from the cock that was so close to his hand. “Why would you do this?” he whispered, trying to look up at Dan, his body in a delicious twist that he couldn't escape without Dan’s permission. So fragile in Dan’s hands. If he wanted to, he could twist Kyle’s neck. He would never consider it, of course, but he loved the vulnerability Kyle offered to him.

  “Shut up and do it,” he whispered, feeling the edge of the handcuffs move closer to his erect cock.

  Kyle pulled out the cuffs, trembling against Dan’s body and the fake gun.

  “Good.” Dan slowly moved his hand over Kyle’s neck, allowing himself a moment of tenderness before roughly pushing Kyle to his knees. “Cuff his other hand.”

  Kyle looked back to him and swallowed, but followed the order. Dan couldn’t help a small smile at getting exactly what he wanted. Preppy boy on his knees, ready to suck two cocks.So fucking hot. Dan couldn’t wait to see spunk on those pretty pale lips of his.

  “Kyle, don’t be scared, it’ll be all right,” muttered Eric, but he closed his mouth once Dan pointed the gun at him.

  “You, shut up. Right fucking now. Come here, boy, as soon as you’re done.”

  Kyle licked his lips and crawled to Dan on hands and knees. Knew his place, didn’t even get up. He was slender like a young tiger, and Dan’s blood thumped in his veins at the thought that another man was watching his boyfriend act like that. He stole a glance at Eric, but the guy was too busy ogling Kyle’s ass to notice.

  “Silence that fucker.” Dan dropped a roll of duct tape to the floor and kicked it toward Kyle.

  Fortunately, Eric didn’t protest either. Having two guys under his thumb made Dan swell with power. He could almost smell the arousal of his two bitches in the air, and he could get drunk on it. His cock stiffened as he watched Kyle put duct tape on their sex accessory’s mouth.

  Satisfied, Dan leaned against the wall and gestured for Kyle to crawl right back. As much as he loved listening to the sound of his knees shuffling on the floor, they would have to get a carpet so that Kyle wouldn’t end up hurting himself.

  Kyle sat back on his heels at Dan’s feet and looked up without a word, clenching his hands on his thighs. His breaths were short, and Dan could now see his jeans were bulged at the front.

  Dan raised his gun and put the barrel against the center of Kyle’s forehead, watching his lover flush. “What do you think I want?”

  Kyle’s pupils widened, and he froze, with sweat beading on his flushed face. “C--credit cards?” he uttered. Silly boy. Kyle was smarter than that.

  Dan smiled and leaned down, tracing the gun down Kyle’s temple, across his cheek, all the way to his lips. “Try harder, bitch.”

  “But I have a boyfriend,” he whispered against the gun, pretending he was an innocent. Dan couldn’t wait to rip that red-cheeked façade apart. He was a predator ready to pounce his prey.

  Dan chuckled and fisted Kyle’s hair in one sudden move. “Do as I say or that gun will become your abusive boyfriend.”

  Kyle’s lips parted, and he quickly nodded, trying to pull away from the weapon. “I will, I’m sorry,” he blurted out, putting his palms on Dan’s thighs to keep distance.

  Dan twisted his hand in Kyle’s hair, forcing him to crook his neck, and stared at the sharp edge of his jaw. “And what do bitch boys do so that their boyfriends are good to them? They suck their cocks.” He tapped the gun against Kyle’s lips again. A shiver went down his spine when he imagined the cold steel touching that warm mouth.

  “Will you let us go if I give you oral sex?” Kyle swallowed, his nostrils flaring. ‘Oral sex’, how quaint and genteel was that? Dan almost snorted. Eric’s eyes were glued to the scene and Dan couldn’t wait to share Kyle on his own terms. Give Eric that bit of heaven, just to take it away later.

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p; “Now suck on that gun, or I’ll shoot a bullet through your throat,” growled Dan, pressing the gun more insistently into Kyle’s mouth.

  That set Kyle into motion, and he opened his lips for the metal, shyly, as if it really was the first cock he’d ever touched. But just moments later, Kyle took the whole barrel into his cock-hungry mouth and sucked on the thing until his eyes watered.

  “Good, do it louder, cherish it.” Dan slowly petted the top of Kyle’s head. “I want you to suck it as if you were hungry for its hot load.”

  Kyle’s breath became raspy as he started bobbing his head on the gun with loud, slurpy noises that made Dan’s cock want to jerk out of his pants. He saw Eric gently rock his hips in the same rhythm as Kyle’s head, his eyes glazing over. He was clearly getting a horrible case of blue balls, but he had no right to protest, since he'd agreed to participate in it all.

  “Don’t stop sucking, but take my cock out.” Dan sighed, looking to the handsome face of the man kneeling at his feet.

  Kyle’s eyes widened, and he gagged on the gun but proceeded to unbutton Dan’s jeans. His face was red like a ripened apple, and he slightly parted his thighs. It was a delicious experience to feel his trembling fingers fumble with the fly and lower the jeans to pull out his cock. Dan shivered when his heated skin clashed with the cool air, and he took a raspy breath, looking straight into Kyle’s eyes, challenging him.

  Kyle pulled away from the gun, his lips reddened and as ready for cocksucking as ever. Dan couldn’t wait to force his dick down Kyle’s throat and fuck it like he owned it.

  “Could my boyfriend not watch?” he whispered and kissed the tip of Dan’s dick to put an exclamation mark at the end of his question.

  “Your boyfriend? Just look at him.” Dan pushed Kyle’s face toward Eric with the gun. “He’s getting hard watching me make you deepthroat a gun. I think he wants to stay.”

  When Kyle looked back, Eric instantly shook his head and mumbled something under the duct tape. “That’s not true,” Kyle whimpered, pulling farther away from Dan’s cock.

  “Of course it is. Look at that fucking bulge in his pants.” Dan gave him a gentle slap, delighting in the tingle that spread over his palm when their skin came into contact. “It’s porn to him, and you’re nothing but a warm, sweaty sex doll, aren’t you?”

  “No, I love him,” Kyle muttered breathlessly, cowering from the hit.

  Warm satisfaction spread throughout Dan's body, as if carried by blood. He knew all too well that his spunk-hungry boyfriend was all up for roughing up, and the role-play turned him on as much as sex. Sometimes, Kyle would get hard just from getting a slap and being talked down to.

  “But he doesn’t love you. Tell me, does he fuck your throat like it’s just an open hole for anyone to take?” whispered Dan, barely keeping breathlessness out of his voice.

  “No, I’m a good boy.” Kyle pouted. You wish, Kyle. But the ridiculous lie got Dan so amused, Kyle managed to slip out of his grip and pull away only to fall on his ass.

  “No? You deepthroated my gun without any trouble. And he fucks your ass, doesn’t he?” Dan raised his foot and gently pressed it against Kyle’s crotch.

  “Only a few times.” Kyle inched away, his face so red, it looked as if it could burst from all the blood. He had to be hot like a furnace, and his cock was stiff and attentive. Dan would love to just pull Kyle’s pants down and fuck him right there on the floor, but that he could do on any other day. This was only the beginning.

  “So, you’re a collection of holes and arms? Every other guy has them. Girls have even more. There’s nothing special about you.” Dan gave him a crooked smile, eyes screwed to that lovely face as he was breathing in the raw emotion on display.

  “What do you want from me then?” Kyle inched farther away on the floor.

  “Open that mouth-hole. I want to try it out. Ease it over my dick.” Dan whistled to call the puppy back to his feet.

  Kyle licked his lips and just sat there, but as soon as Dan pointed the gun at Eric, he shuffled his way on all fours.

  “Come on. I know you’re a little cock slut.” Dan bit his lip, watching Kyle in this helpless, subservient position, on his knees, slouched forward, wide-eyed, and shaking. It made Dan want to place his signature in white all over this pretty face. “Suck it.”

  Kyle turned his head for one more look at Eric. Was he embarrassed about a stranger watching, or was he already in the role-play headspace, where he had to endure sucking off a criminal to keep his boyfriend safe. He was the type to make a sacrifice like that, take a cock for the team. He was such a good boy.

  Kyle opened his lips and closed them over the tip of Dan’s cock. Dan started rubbing his palm all over Kyle’s heated face, and then pushed it onto the top of his head to grab the short hair and ruin the prim and proper hairdo.

  “I said suck.”

  Instead of taking in the shaft, Kyle was being a stubborn goat and started sucking on just the head. Dan knew all too well what that meant. It was defiance saying: ‘make me do it’. He grinned.

  “You wanna play, huh?” He slapped Kyle’s cheek with a loud smack. “Want me to just shove it in and do all the work for you? Can’t even suck properly, I wouldn’t pay ten bucks for that.”

  Kyle pulled back, breathing in a large gulp of air. “No, I want you to leave us alone."

  Dan exhaled and roughly yanked him back by the hair, pushing his cock past the quivering lips and into the tight throat that constricted around it immediately. Kyle gagged, but stayed put like the good boy he claimed to be. His eyes watered as he looked up at Dan, setting his hands on Dan’s thighs, but not really pushing away. The well known hot, wet tightness was bliss, and Dan groaned with satisfaction.

  He pulled his hips back, withdrawing just to let his boy take some air, and then pushed forward, embedding his whole cock inside. His eyes locked on Kyle’s. “You do know about sucking, don’t you? I bet a cocksucker like you is already wishing for my cum down his throat,” he breathed, holding his lover in a steady grip.

  Kyle let out a nasal whine and gently shook his head as much as Dan would let him, only stimulating him more in the process. Dan looked up at Eric, strapped to the chair and gagged, but mesmerized as if he were on a trip to Disneyland and seeing the castle for the first time. Dan would bet the guy was jealous, and showing off just how eager Kyle was to take a cock down his throat got Dan drunk on power. He watched his boyfriend’s eyes redden, his skin flush, as he waited for the moment when Kyle wouldn’t be able to hold back his need for air anymore.

  One more second, two… and there it was, a tear sliding down Kyle’s cheek as he violently pulled back, fighting the hand in his hair and grunting. Yet he would never hurt the dick in his mouth with teeth. Sweet boy, so caring.

  Dan leaned down to look into those frightened brown eyes, gently clasping his fingers around Kyle’s neck and sliding the barrel of his fake gun over the sweaty skin. “You like that, little cunt?”

  Kyle tried to shake his head again, but the straining, stiff cock in his pants was telling another story. He mewled in protest, but it was stilled by a stronger smack to his cheek.

  “Yes sir, I love it!” hissed Dan.

  “I love it, sir,” Kyle whispered, stealing a glance at the gun. The boy should be doing theater club, he’d thrive there.

  “Not good enough!” Dan pressed his thumb into Kyle’s Adam’s apple and put the gun against his temple. “What do you love, bitch?”

  “I love your cock down my throat, sir,” Kyle squealed, though the last word was a bit raspy. The fingers on Dan’s thighs started trembling, and that only made Dan’s dick throb. Turning Kyle into a puddle of Jell-O turned him on like crazy.

  “Good. Tell me more, let your boyfriend know what you think.” Dan licked his lips and roughly slapped his dick against Kyle’s face. It was such a treat to watch him like this. All Dan wanted was to ram it inside and rough up Kyle’s throat so hard he would get the front of his shirt all wet with s
aliva.

  “I--I… I’m a cum-hungry slut, sir,” Kyle said between one deep breath and another. “I need a dick in my mouth.” He sniffed, tearing up again, but that sight only made Dan smile. It meant Kyle was into the scene, all emotional, with adrenaline rushing through his veins and making his body lose control. It was all Dan’s doing.

  “Yeah?” Dan lapped at Kyle’s temple, savoring the salt of the sweat with a groan. “Beg for it, cunt.”

  Kyle squeezed his eyes shut at the gesture and shook all over. “Please let me taste your cum, sir,” he said quietly and opened his mouth wide.

  Perfection. Every time Kyle pleaded like that, Dan felt like the king of the world, like he could move mountains. It wasn’t because he was forcing a guy to do it, but because he knew that it was exactly what Kyle wanted, but was too shy to admit to on a regular basis. Sometimes, Dan thought that the role-playing Kyle was maybe not the ‘real’ one, but the most sexualized version of his boyfriend. Stripped raw to his most basic needs, eager to spread his legs wide and take two guys in one evening. Unless he decided he wasn’t ready after all and said ‘Paris’.

  Dan bit on Kyle’s ear, breathing in his sweet and fresh scent, delighted by the warmth radiating off his skin. He'd never met a man who turned him on as much as Kyle, a perfect mixture of good and naughty in one gorgeous package. He suddenly straightened his back and popped his dick back into that warm, waiting mouth, all the way past the gag reflex. He loved the way Kyle’s five o’clock shadow scratched his balls where they rested on his bottom boy’s chin.

  “Look at me. You still feel like crying?”

  Kyle’s eyelids flew open, revealing his reddened whites, but there were no more tears. Dan knew they would come eventually, and he couldn’t wait for them. All Kyle could do was whimper again, sending those wonderful vibrations all the way up his cock, breaking down Dan’s patience. With his eyes fixed on Kyle’s, he grabbed onto his ears and started a rhythm of push and pull. The sight of his cock entering a saucy mouth all the way, only to reappear, all wet, would never get old. Within seconds, he was pounding Kyle’s mouth-hole in earnest, and there were tears again, streaming down Kyle’s face and mingling with the saliva that Kyle was now involuntarily oozing out every time Dan gave him some slack.