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Taking Care of a Problem

A bank robber intimately intimidates a witness into staying silent. Notes: Rated NC-17 for language, pretty damn deive sex, and some disturbing themes including violence, non-consent, dubious consent, angst and the aftermath of rape, which could be triggering. Non consent theme from Chapter One pretty much from the outset, angst and aftermath will come in future chapters.

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My friendship with this woman was real, and the sexual tension between us was real, but for some reason, we never explored our desires. This is the first in a series of stories that help me realize what should have been.

Around the block: The deal

Intro: When i was younger, the neighborhood was mostly teens. seeing as they all knew certain things, Liza (My best friend and current wife) and I got into some pretty… adult adventures. luckily no one got pregnant, though that in itself was certainly a miracle. looking back, i realize that this might be somewhat exciting to know that every who reads this knows a little more about us. Liza might help a little too, if the story gets a good rating. hope you like it, and try not to be too jealous. =)
I guess I was ten when it happened. I lived in a neighborhood that was shaped like an oval, with a few dirt roads cutting between the woods in the center. I was one of the youngest, the only kid younger being my best friend, Liza, who was also ten. I was always proud to say that I was four months older, born in May. To counter that she was proud to say she could beat me up. As the youngest normally do in a primarily teen neighborhood, Liza and I were always trying to be around the older kids. The only ones who wanted us around were Maggie, a thirteen year old girl who lived next to me, Trevor, a twelve year old nerdy kid who liked to play sports, Austin and Terra, two fourteen year olds who lived across the block from all of us and still chose to make the bike ride. At the time our favorite hang out was a small pond with a waterfall into a creek. The place was in the middle of the oak trees that were densely populating the center of the neighborhood, and well hidden. None of the adults knew were it was and there weren’t any large rocks for us to fall and hurt ourselves on.
One day Liza and I joined up and went on our usual path there, one of the game trails that split off in so many directions only the “inside” kids knew where the place was. Once we got there, we decided to play Marco polo. After a while Maggie showed up, sullen and deep in thought (though we just thought she was depressed.) we offered to let her play but she just wasn’t interested. She was in the seventh grade, a huge step for Liza and I who had just entered fourth. She had mentioned some strange class the day before but neither of us made that connection. We simply continued playing. Eventually though we thought of a new game. We decided that the first one who could get Maggie into the water was the winner, and that came with bragging rights.
Liza went first, making Maggie very confused when she tried pushing her into the pond. When that didn’t work Liza journeyed into the deeper portion of the pond, which to us was about neck height. She tried the fish trick, claiming a huge fish was swimming around her. Ten minutes later nothing had worked. Liza came over to me, pouting severely at her failure. Then it was my turn.
By now Maggie had figured out the game, and she wasn’t happy when I approached. Then she seemed interested in me for some reason. Once I got closer, she seemed almost happy to see me. On a side note, we kids who used the pool wore swim trunks in and out, and Maggie was wearing a pink bikini, Liza a one piece and I was just wearing trunks.
“Travis, why was Liza trying to push me in earlier? Are you guys playing a game?” Maggie was smiling by now, standing up and talking in a tone that meant either I was in trouble or she wanted me to do something. I wasn’t about to give her anything until I won.
“ We decided whoever could get you into the water first wins… why are you talking like that? Do you want me to help you get out of trouble with your parents again?” I was a pretty smart kid at the time, and Maggie had called me to help her get her out of trouble with her parents the week before. I actually succeeded in getting her ungrounded.
“ What?! No! But…” Now she was getting shy, and Maggie never got shy around Liza or me. “ Well I took this class, and I didn’t really understand it. It’s called sex education, but I just couldn’t learn without an actual example of the material. Could you help me?”
Then I was confused. Sex education? I knew at the time that education meant school, but sex was beyond me. And what did she want exactly? If only I had known.
“I guess, but you have to get into the water first. I wont let Liza win when we both need something from one another.” When Maggie heard that her smile got wide. She stood and waded into the water, diving in and swimming a quick lap before exiting the pool. Liza was instantly by my side, shoving me into the water.
“You CHEATED!! If I couldn’t do it then there’s no way YOU could’ve!!!” Another quick side note. Liza was extremely competitive. There’s no way she could lose, at least in her mind. And if she couldn’t do then no one else could. Though she has gotten better over the years.
“ I didn’t cheat, I just made a deal with her. She went in and… say what DID you want from me exactly?” I realized at that point that I hadn’t really asked her before, and I wasn’t going back on my word. I turned to face her and she got that wide grin again.
“ Take off your trunks, please!”
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Speech Class Part II: The Summer After

This is obviously the sequel of my last story, but this time I have taken the time to revise, edit, etc. before posting this. If you want, tell me what you liked, what you didn’t like, how I can improve my story. I’m still learning how to write the best stories.

pixie lust

this is one that me and my girl friend started and have not finished yet. please don’t be afraid to comment

Hannah Montana: Lets Get Crazy Chapter 2

Second part of Hanah Montana. If it gets enough positive votes I’ll do the third, and then a trilogy of the Suite Life on Deck. Suggestions are welcome and appreciatted. And I’m also open to more chapters of Wizards. I’ve gotten some PM’s about it. Let me know!

Danny becomes Danni

It was Summer and Danny was out of school. He wanted to stay with Aunt Lynn, in San Francisco. And thus the journey for Danny was to begin..

LONE RANGER CAPTURED BY OUTLAWS

The Lone Ranger was captured by a bunch of outlaws and they tied him up and were just about ready to hang him from a tree, when he was able to persuade the outlaws to grant him one last request. The outlaws agreed and the Lone Ranger whispered something into his horse, Silver’s ear, and the horse took off across the prairie.
In an hour Silver was back with an attractive and buxom blonde. The Lone Ranger looked at the blonde and then asked his captors if he could have another last request. The captors hesitantly agreed. The Lone Ranger then whispered something again into Silver’s ear and Silver took off and came back in another hour, this time with a lanky and attractive red-head.
The Lone Ranger again looked perplexed and asked his captors for one final request, telling them that this would be his final plea. The outlaws agreed. The Lone Ranger brought Silver over next to him and angrily shouted into his ear, “Listen carefully this time! I said, bring a posse!”

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Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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The Man in the Dark Coat

This is the first story I’ve ever decided to post but not the first I’ve written. Comments of any type are welcome and appreciated, enjoy.
-Master Wolf
The Man in the Dark Coat
Chapter 1
Aiden stepped out onto his porch with a cup of coffee in hand and admired how the day was turning out. Not a cloud in the sky, a gentle breeze kissed his cheeks as he inhaled a deep breath of fresh mid-afternoon summer air.
It was mid June, kids were out of school, the days were nice, slow, peaceful and always full of life and well being.
Aiden looked three houses down on the opposite side and noticed that he had a new neighbor that was moving in. Or rather it looked like others were moving in for him. The new neighbor was leaning up against a middle aged oak tree in the middle of the yard, basking in the shade the man had a long dark coat on, he wore reflective sunglasses and his hair was pulled back in a small pony-tail.
“It must be eighty degrees out right now.” Aiden thought to himself.
“How could this man possibly be wearing all black on a day like today?”
The man in the coat barked orders at the men moving boxes, “Garage! Cellar! Living Room!”
“He’s bossy, why can’t he do it himself or at least help them?” Aiden whispered under his breath.
As if the man had heard, his head cocked slightly and he turned it to stare right at Aiden. The mans piercing stare sent a shiver up Aiden’s spine, now uncomfortable he muttered: “Fuck this, that guy’s a fuckin wacko.” and walked back inside.
* * *
Landon stood underneath a very large and healthy oak tree in his new front lawn, admiring the men that carried his belongings into his new abode. Barking a few orders he stops as his internal senses alert him to being watched. He hears a man’s voice talking of him and looks in the direction that his mind told him to.
Much to his surprise a very distinguished looking, shirtless young man is watching him from a distance. The man obviously kept himself in shape, short dark hair, a natural tan and his body was toned very well. Biceps protruded without as much as a twitch of flexing, pecs and abs looked solid and hard as a rock even from this distance.
“Welcome to the neighborhood eh asshole?” He says in a sarcastic manner, the man then turns and walks back into his house. “That’s right, I’m the boss.” He chuckled to himself.
By nightfall the boxes and furniture were in his house, “Oh boy, unpacking time, what good fun.” He says with a smile and a chuckle and then snaps his fingers.
If there was anyone watching his house from a distance they would have seen a small green flash, similar to that of a light bulb popping and then darkness once again.
“Simple enough.” Landon spoke to himself as he admired how everything was unpacked, the boxes were broken down and stacked flat on the floor and all of his furniture and belongings were in their places, and every space had something to fill it. He decided to step out to enjoy the night air.
* * *
Aiden couldn’t sleep, the image of the man in the coat and how he stared at him echoed through his mind and for some reason he couldn’t let it go, he glanced at the clock “3:46am? Mother fucker!” He swung himself out of bed and walked down the hall, fills a tall glass with water and begins to drink it in front of the living room windows, staring once again down the street. This time though he sees something that really grabs his attention, the odd man before had his hair down, long dark sleek hair fell down to the middle of his back and was moving slightly with the evening breeze and was standing almost completely naked on his front porch smoking a cigarette. Aiden could see the burning ember that stood out against the darkness.
In the moonlight he could now see the man, a gorgeous man carved out of steel like a Greek God, his shoulders were ripped, his chest solid and with the six pack he held himself high like he was invincible.
“Fuck…he is smoldering hot.” Thought Aiden as he stared and stared.
A cloud moved in the sky surrounding the man in shadows as Aiden stared and when the cloud had passed Aiden found the man staring back.
“Fuck!” Aiden cursed aloud and ducked, crouching back to bed and crawled under the covers. “Caught staring again….how did he know?….He didn’t know he’s probably just observing the neighborhood cuz he’s new that’s all…..probably….hopefully.”
Aiden had his doubts, there was something about this man that was just off. It was a mystery, it was a fog around this man that wreaked of power and wonder.
* * *
Aiden logged off his desktop and pushed himself away from his desk, sighing and cracking his neck and fingers, thankful that the day was done. The last one to leave he walked to the elevator and punched the garage button. As the box descended he ran his hands through his hair trying to relax, shaking off the work day. As the doors opened he stepped out onto the garage floor, a wicked wind whipped through the floor as he looks forward…
“What the hell?”
Standing on the ledge in front of his parked car was ‘him’ the new man in the dark coat, the tail flapping in the wind, he turns his head slightly and gives Aiden a wicked grin before letting himself fall forward into the dark oblivion and over the edge.
“NO!”
Aiden dropped everything and bolted to the ledge, stopping just short he peered over the edge, to his amazement nothing was there, suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight out, he spins around and standing there in shirtless glory was the man. Staring right at him through and through Aiden could see every detail of his bright emerald eyes, glowing green like gems in the dark garage. The man chuckled very lowly, and Aiden noticed that the one canine he was showing in his grin was longer than it should be, as if the man could smell his fear he took a step closer and the chuckle grew more into an evil cackle, as Aiden backed away the man stepped further forward until Aiden was pinned against the ledge, the man assumed a feral attack pose and launched at Aiden with a terrifying sound……………………………
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Aiden practically vaulted out of bed, his heart racing, cold sweat soaked his sheets.
“A dream? But that felt so real, I felt right there.” He sighed, got out of bed and runs a shower for himself. Letting the water pound down his body he shrugs off his nerves and let’s it go.
* * *
Landon could hear his heart beat, as he meditated he could feel the young mans pulse as he fought hard against the nightmare that racked his mind.
“You’ll be mine soon enough Aiden, I know you want me, you have to, you just have to, because I want you like I’ve never wanted anything before.”
The gravity of the Earth shifted under his feet as he levitated gracefully in the air, his eyes glowing green as he focused his power. Then he saw it, he saw what would happen, dropping himself to the floor he ran down the road at top speed and was at ‘His’ house in seconds, just as Aiden took two steps in front of his mailbox Landon tackled him out of the way, they both tumbled and rolled across the lawn.
As Aiden gained his bearings he realized who was on top of him, he was pale, hard but soft and very very warm. “What the….what the fuck!? Why did you ta…..” The sound of screeching tires interrupts him as a car tire pops, the vehicle spins out of control and completely destroys his mailbox….
The man in the dark coat stood, slowly, extended his hand, towards Aiden.
“Landon, and your welcome.”
“Are you saying you knew that car was going to hit me if I had checked my mail?”
He withdrew his hand, “Look, I’m sorry for tackling you, but I don’t want you to die.”
“You didn’t answer my question Landon!”
He chuckled warmly, “Oh so you get to know my name but I cannot know yours? In that case I don’t intend on answering your question. See ya next time Ai…..neighbor.”
With that he gave Aiden a small wink and started walking back towards his house.
When he was at about the halfway point: “Aiden! My name is Aiden!” He shouted, “Why don’t you come in for some water or something?” The question hung on suspense like it was about to rip as Landon stood in the distance, hands in his pockets, staring at Aiden. “Ok, sure.”
“Tap water? Bottled water? Gatorade?” He asked as they stood in Aiden’s kitchen.
“Gatorade sounds good.” His voice was silky smooth, very low, almost commanding.
“Here you go.” Aiden tossed him a bottle. “So, I gotta ask, why black in summer?”
Landon smiled warmly at him, his green eyes almost glowing at Aiden.
“I can’t really answer that question, because I don’t honestly know, all I know is that when I throw black on I feel comfortable. I guess its because I love night more than day, and when I wear black it feels like I still have the moon and star light on my face even though the sun is up.”
Aiden smiled nervously, “What about the car thing, how…how did you know that was going to happen?” Landon’s demeanor completely changed, he put his guard back up and spoke very lowly, almost in a growl, “I’m sorry I must excuse myself now Aiden, I just realized I forgot to let my dog out and it’s nearly noon.”
“But you don’t have a dog.” Aiden was following him to the door, but Landon slammed it shut, Aiden immediately opened the door, “What the fuck?” Landon was nowhere to be seen, out of the corner of Aiden’s eye he spotted the dark coat entering his front door.
* * *
“Impossible, no human can move that fast” He gasped as he realized a truth, he may not be human…
As night fell Aiden thought to himself that he was going to stay up, see how much Landon enjoyed his night. As he gazed upon his house it seemed like he was right. A gentle flicker of a TV or something changed the darkness within the house, Aiden yawned and glanced at the clock, 2:59am and then in clicked over to 3:00am. He looked back at the house and from the house a gentle green glow was emitting from the front window, suddenly it got very bright and flashed brightly before it went dark again. The front door opened slowly, a figure walked out dressed in dark garb, his face was covered but Aiden knew it was him, that same coat was impossible to miss. In a flash of green light he vanished.
Aiden slowly walked into his kitchen to get a drink, trying to wrap his head around what he just witnessed, it was tearing him apart. He mixed himself a vodka-cranberry and turned around to lean against the counter.
He opened his eyes and gasped, there standing in front of him was a man in a hoodie, with a knife, he spoke slowly, “Give me all of your money, now, or you’ll die.”
Before he could react a bright flash of green blinded him and the robber, Aiden heard a bone shattering CRACK! And a blood curdling scream, it was muffled then silenced. As the green faded, Aiden stared in disbelief as the light was absorbed back into his rescuers eyes, the burglar was slumped against the rescuer…..not breathing, then he saw it, there was a knife like blade made out of bright green light sticking through the guy’s chest, it shattered into little light shards that evaporated as they and the man fell to the floor.
So there they were, as blood pooled around the dead assailant on the floor he finally spoke. “I’m sorry you had to see that, but like I said, I can’t let you die.”
Aiden’s voice shook as he spoke, “Why?”
He crossed the few feet to Aiden in seconds, pinned his arms around his back with one hand, tossed his hood and mask away, cradled Aiden’s face in his other hand and leaned in, his eyes glowing green with humility, inches separated their lips and he spoke: “Because I’ve waited an eternity for you.”
He leaned in and embraced Aiden’s lips with his own, they both moaned in ecstasy, Landon let go of Aiden’s arms, picked him up, placed him on the counter and attacked his lips with fury. Aiden ran his hands through Landon’s jet black hair,
“I don’t even know this man, but I want him, I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.”
he moved his hands down and pushed the coat off of him. His hard muscles directly under his fingers, he pulls away from him for a moment and whispers. “How did you know?” Landon smiled and replied. “I know everything, and the everything is that I want you and I know you want me.”
Their lips joined again in passion, moans of hard love and passion rained down on them as their lips and tongues battled for dominance, both Aiden and Landon could feel their cocks hard against one another as they thrust and kissed each other. Landon dropped and whipped out a knife cutting Aiden’s pants off with anticipation and without any hesitation taking him into his mouth and sucking hard and deep into his throat.
“Ugh fuck!” Aiden moaned loudly.
His tongue swirled around the tip of Aiden’s cock and the slip of Landon’s tongue caused the pleasure in Aiden’s mind to swim and pulse as he thrust his cock into Landon’s throat. Aiden groaned and pulled on Landon’s hair: “If you keep that up I’m gonna cum.” Landon only increased his tempo and pulled at Aiden’s ass, slapping it hard, working his fingers towards his puckered asshole. As soon as he touched it, Aiden gasped and pulled at Landon’s hair, Landon groaned and bit lightly into the base of Aiden’s cock holding it there, his finger slipping into Aiden’s tight ass. It was too much, it pushed Aiden over the edge and he exploded, shooting ropes of white hot lava down Landon’s throat. Landon swallowed eagerly, swallowing hard enough to push Aiden’s cock into the middle of Landon’s throat. When Aiden’s cock stopped pulsing he pulled Landon to his feet, and kissed him, shoving his tongue into Landon’s mouth, tasting himself and moaning in passion. He pulled away and asked:
“Seriously, how did you know?”
Landon replied: “It was all over your face, and I could smell it in your light.”
“In my light?”
Landon replied again: “Well….I guess it’s about time to tell you what I am.”
Aiden looked down at Landon’s obvious bulge at the front of his pants, “Not until I take care of you.” Aiden looked at Landon with a devious smile in his face and sank to his knees.
* * *
Aiden awoke in a daze, it took him a while to think about what had happened the night before, then he saw it, the dead stranger on the floor, the dried pool of blood under his body and he looked over his shoulder to a man with green eyes staring at him with passion…Landon, this strange man that pleasured him like no man before had, his arm around him, holding him close, his hand on Aiden’s cock, stroking it slowly, planting kisses on his neck, gently and softly.
“You gonna get rid of that body?” Aiden couldn’t believe how easily the words passed from his lips, like he said it a million times before. Landon sighed: “Yeah I guess, I’ll be back in a flash.”
He walked over to the body, bent over and pressed his palm into the chest of the dead man, a blinding flash of green light and both of them were gone. Less than 10 seconds later Landon flashed back into the kitchen, cracked his neck, dipped his head, inhaled deeply through his nose, exhaling through his mouth. When he brought his head back up Aiden could see the hunger in his eyes, they were glowing again, he started moving towards Aiden, a threatening but sexy and powerful walk, but Aiden stopped him.
“You promised me you’d tell me what you were.”
Landon stopped and spoke slowly “That I did, but promise me you’ll keep your mind open because it’s pretty difficult to wrap ones mind around it.”
Aiden nodded and waited.
Landon extended his arm, and and growled lowly, his eyes glowed and strips of green light like a laser show swarmed out of his eyes and started swirling in a spherical shape in his palm. Then it had a shape, it was a bright green orb floating weightlessly in Landon’s hand.
“This is the source of my energy and power. It is the 3rd of six Orbs of the Universe. It grants me teleportation, inhuman senses and a somewhat form of mind reading but its more of an evolved form of empathy, I can feel what others are thinking and feeling, and unfortunately but fortunately at the same time…immortality.”
Aiden spoke, “So your still human? Your just an immortal super-human?”
“Yeah pretty much, that’s why sometimes I speak like I’m from a different time.”
Aiden hesitated, “So…how old are you?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Aiden hesitated, “No….this is enough for now.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“So now what?” Aiden asked.
“Now now I’m going to rock your mind, and your world.” He absorbed his the orb back into his eyes, they started glowing and he walked towards Aiden.
“Wha…what are you gonna do?” He asked nervously.
Landon just pressed his hand into Aiden’s chest, Landon’s veins in his neck swelled, all his muscles tensed and his eyes glowed. In a flash of green they were gone. Aiden felt like he had a case of the spins, colors swarmed around him, he felt weightless, then the world stopped around him and he had sand in his hair. He stood up and looked around, they were on a beach.
“Where are we?”
Landon smiled, “Bora Bora.”
“Um…we just..” He swallowed hard, “teleported to Bora Bora?”
“Yup, I brought you to paradise so that you can love every second of this.”
“Every second of what?”
“Oh I think you know, I’m going to take you, mind, body, and soul into me and pleasure every inch of you.”
Aiden blushed at his words, they were almost crude but worded very well. A good 30 yards separated them.
“And when are we going to start this?”
A gust of wind and sand blasted in front of Aiden, he covered his eyes and when the wind stopped he opened them and there they were again. Those glowing green eyes, even in this bright sunlight they still glowed over it. He embraced Aiden’s head with his hands and kissed him passionately.
A flash of dark red light interrupted them, a dark man, just as ripped as Landon but with dreads instead stood at the edge of the water.
“Landon.” His voice was lower, but raspier than Landon’s “You think you can just walk away?”
Aiden fell onto the sand as he backed away. “There’s more of you?!?”
“Unfortunately yes. What do you want Flak?” His voice was a low growl as Aiden looked closer he was furious, his muscles tensed, he was in that attack pose that Aiden saw in his dreams.
Aiden’s voice trembled, “Wait your not going to…”
“Run! To the tree line, now!”
The dark man spoke, “He’s not going anywhere, only you are Land-UGH!”
Aiden didn’t even see Landon move, he was in one spot and then his fist was in Flak’s cheek, the man flew backwards towards the water, then he back flipped and regained his composure, levitating over the water.
“So that’s how we’re going to do this eh?”
“You bet your ass, today, on this planet you die!” With that sentence he started growling very lowly, it slowly turned into a scream, his bright green light exiting his eyes and surrounding his body, the ground shook as his power increased, the sky darkened as if the light of the planet was being sucked into Landon. With a loud scream a bright light exploded into the air and swarmed and settle around him as he finished and his whole body glowed green as he stared in complete rage towards his opponent.
Flak laughed out loud, “Yeah? Ok tough guy fuckin bring it!”
Landon vanished in a flash of green light and reappeared above Flak, hands together, fingers intertwined and over his head, bringing them down hard and slamming them into Flak’s head. His enemy splashed into the water, and Landon waited for him to surface….and waited…..and waited…Aiden saw it from the shore, the water started glowing red in a wide radius, started to evaporate until a large cloud of mist covered Landon. Then the dark man was in front of Aiden in a heartbeat, he raised his hand to strike him, his hand glowing reddish-brown.
“NO!”
Landon flashed behind Flak, grabbed his dreads, pulled him back, pressed his palm against his face and slammed him into the ground, holding him down with just his palm. Flak grabbing at his forearm and screaming under the grip of Landon.
“You don’t have to do this Landon! Why, why are you doing this? You know they will come for you, they’ll come for him! You cannot walk away!”
Landon growled back, “I don’t think so, I’ll take all of you on to keep him!” His hand began to glow and Flak’s dreads caught fire, the stench of burning hair stung Aiden’s nose.
He screamed in pain and defiance. “Out of all the female’s in the Universe you pick a man? You fucking faggot!”
“FUCK YOU!”
With a flash of green light Flak’s whole body incinerated and turned to ash, the only thing left was a dark red orb. Landon reached forward, grabbed it and squeezed. It crushed in his hand with a hiss and then evaporated into the air.
* * *
Landon cradled Aiden in his lap, stroking his fingers through his hair as he told him his entire life story, what and who he was. A Protector of the Universe, with the Six Guardians of the Lights, the energy that supported life in the Universe. Landon guarded the Milky Way, as was how he found Aiden. Landon told him he always knew he was different from the other Guardians, he never went whoring in the other Universes, he just waited, meditating, waiting for the love of his life to catch his light, and his life.
“So how old are you then? A million years old?”
Landon frowned, “I don’t really know, it’s over two million I know that, but I was created, I wasn’t born. So I don’t really know.”
“So you crossed the Universe for me?”
“I crossed the Universe and I would cross it over and over again for eternity, for you love.”
Aiden blushed and smiled, Landon lowered his head and ever so softly kissed Aiden. Aiden reached up and pulled Landon on top of him, he was so turned on that Landon just saved his life, risked his life to save him, because he loved him, and Aiden knew in his heart that he loved him too.
The two practically shredded each others clothes off as their bodies intertwined and slid against each other, their hands grabbed at each others throbbing members and stroked while they made their passion and love known to each other with their lips and their tongues.
“I want to see you while I make love to you.” Landon whispered.
Moving down he lifted up Aiden’s legs and placed them over his as he placed his hard prick against the entrance of Aiden’s ass. Pushing into him slowly, Aiden winced a little expecting pain there was none, just a feeling of being filled with light, love and pleasure. Their bodies rocked together, moans and growls echoing off the trees of paradise as they made love. Landon’s prick slammed into Aiden’s tight hole over and over again and now the slaps of their skin could be heard echoing off the trees.
“Cum with me Landon! Please cum with me!” He felt his body begin to shudder, Landon lowered his head, grabbed Aiden’s cock and jerked it hard as he opened his mouth and slammed into Aiden’s ass.
“Oh fuck Aiden I’m gonna cum, ugh Aiden!” He erupted his load into Aiden’s ass, pushing Aiden over the edge, he shot straight out right into Landon’s mouth and his ass clamped down on Landon’s fat cock holding it inside of him.
Landon collapsed on top of Aiden, his cock still pulsing in his ass. With his head right next Aiden’s ear he heard Landon swallow his load. Aiden opened his eyes and realized that he was seeing everything in a green tint, as he came down from his orgasmic high the world returned to its original colors. He looked at Landon and saw that his eyes were black, pitch black. Slowly, every so slowly the green light returned to them as Landon slowly pulled out.
Aiden now realized what Landon had meant when he said, “I want to blow your mind and your world and take you, mind, body and soul.”
Landon had just temporarily given Aiden a part of him. He pulled Landon close and his eyes teared up a little, he’d never felt so complete as he did right now.
They held each other against one another, as their breathing returned to normal Aiden started drifting off to sleep and right before he passed out he thought he heard Landon say:
“I love you Aiden…..”
To be continued…

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