The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  “How could you do this to me? After all I've done for you? After all I've done for the world?”

  “The world has plenty of good people,” said Blaq with menace in his voice, “And what one of them can you say has truly made a difference in this life? The world has plenty of bastards too, but almost none of them have really made that much of a difference either.” He kissed Ashley again, then leaned her slightly away from him and, just to show Charles that he could, slowly penetrated her backside, making her cringe from the lack of lubricant, but knowing she enjoyed it, and holding her pressed up against him. “But there aren't a lot of men like me who can really fuck this world in the ass. We are the ones who make a difference, who can destroy entire cities because it's our weekend hobby, who can ruin lives, re-establish that which we perceive needs re-establishing. And most importantly, we are the ones who truly get to reap what we want out of life. And who else in the world can really say that about themselves?”

  “I... I...”

  Not a word of what he was saying would normally have the least bit of effect on the valiant Captain Splendor, but the sight of him lodging firmly inside Ashley's ass after a long, agonizing week of defeat, made the bleakness of what he had strove to do for the world seem all too prominent at this moment.

  “Do you know why you're miserable, Charles?” asked Ashley, in tones that almost perfectly imitated Blaq's own. She's been brainwashed, he thought. “It's because you have a gift, and you think that that gift will allow you to pursue that which is impossible.”

  “Very good, love,” Blaq whispered in her ear, then pulled out with a mild gasp from Ashley, and slapped her hard on the rear end. She laughed low, giving him a flirtatious look in the eyes that made Charles uncomfortable. He had won her over. “And you see Charles, I myself have a very similar gift to what you have, but I am capable of deriving pleasure from my powers. They allow me to do what I want, when I want, and with whom I want. I do not worry about stepping on toes or hurting feelings, and I do not have to fear that what I love will be taken from me. Because I know that I am strong enough to have whatever I want and that because I am strong enough, I deserve to have whatever I want. You are not strong enough to get what you want, but believe me when I say that you could be. Weaker men than yourself have moved mountains with the force of their lust; history is wrought with those far inferior to us who have reaped vast rewards from walking on the backs of the bruised.”

  He couldn't believe how drawn in by these seductive words he was becoming. Everything he was saying was making so much sense. How much of his life had he sacrificed in the vague name of being the “good guy?” How many opportunities had he missed for achieving what he wanted out of life? How many of his vast array of disappointments could have been avoided had he simply reached out and taken what he wanted, instead of holding back his gratification in the name of some hollow ideal?

  “You could be one of us Charles. It's lonely at the top, and the throne we possess is a spacious one plated with gold... And, uh...” He turned Ashley around to expose him to her ripe posterior, his pink handprint from spanking her still not having faded from her skin. “...We don't mind sharing a seat...”

  The great Captain Splendor didn't do anything. He just stood there. Stunned. Won over by Blaq's logic, but unable to move or to act upon it. He just stood. Mouth agape. Realizing that everything he had so far dedicated his life to had been a complete waste of time.

  “Taking the first step is always the hardest part,” whispered Blaq, peering deep inside of him with his two black eyes. “Everything gets so much easier from there... Let me help you...”

  He flicked his wrist. Captain Splendor's costume came slumping down from off of his body into a messy pile around his ankles, revealing that he'd become highly aroused over the course of this entire conversation.

  “There you go...”

  But it was several more moments before he could do anything.

  “Come,” said Ashley, tilting back her head and thrusting forward her chest slightly, “Join us...”

  Slowly, one step at a time, he moved forward across the bathroom's tiled floor. This was his final humiliation. The last time he would ever feel pride or shame or envy or failure. This was the end of that weak persona. This was the end of Captain Splendor.

  He stepped into the basin of the tub, facing Ashley. She smiled at him, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and turned him to face Blaq. His once fiercest enemy leaned in, very, very, slowly, and kissed him squarely on the lips, precisely as he had done Ashely only a few days before.

  “Welcome to the throne, Captain,” he whispered into his mouth.

  And there went Captain Splendor.

  Charles dove back into him, craving the touch of Blaq's lips against his own, pressing his entire body against him, desiring every ounce of him, needing the purpose that Blaq could offer him in exchange for all that he had just lost. They kissed, licked, invaded one another's sanctities, and Ashley began to touch herself behind them, instantly turned on. She crawled between their bodies without them hardly noticing, their arms entwined around one another's bodies, their erect penises crossed, and Ashley firmly seized her grasp around both members, one in each hand, and began jerking the two of them into an apex of delight in a steady unison.

  After several, long, passionate moments, the two of them split apart, while Ashley continued to pump. Charles' expression was blank, but Blaq's hungry for more as he smiled darkly into his eyes.

  “I think the three of us are going to get along quite nicely...”

  They dried off and stepped into the candlelit bedroom. Ashley slid off her bath robe and the three of them stood in a circle, taking turns kissing, rubbing their hands across one another's bodies. Ashley took both of their robes off. Blaq bent down and licked Charles' erection. Charles bent down in return, giving several hard thrusts against Blaq's own insistent member.

  Blaq bent Charles over, Charles wimpered from fear and anticipation and desire and lust, and Blaq plowed into him, thrusting back and forth without any concern for Charles' backdoor virginity, pumping and heaving and asserting himself to the inner reaches of his being, causing Charles to sweat and cry and scream and feel like every splinter of his being was about to explode with pleasure, with Ashley looked on at him from the sidelines, mouthing “I told you being bad was fun,” and pressing his slack-jawed mouth against her slippery cunt as Blaq pummeled him.

  And this is how light is vanquished from the world. How justice is defeated. How the evil triumph over the good.

  With Charles, screwing Ashley, two of Blaq's massive cocks grinding deep into his own ass, making his insides squirm, his loins burning with uncontainable rage inside Ashley; a third Blaq thrusting in and out to the back of his throat, gagging him. With Ashley, taking in the full girth of Charles in the front, as well as two Blaq's of her own thrusting in and out of her backside, two more in her mouth, and still two more to whom she is facilitating hand jobs, as they make out like teenagers over Charles' twisting, sweaty body.

  On second thought, maybe this is just a very clunky, useless metaphor, and not worth paying any heed whatsoever. Just end this reading with the vivid mental picture I have just described to you.

  Visualize just how much goddamn wonderful fun it is to be this bad.

  THE END

  Taming The Beast

  Chapter one

  I’ve always wanted to own my own business, but I never knew the many pitfalls that came with it. I didn’t understand how I could owe the government thousands in taxes, when I wasn’t even making enough to get by on. It was true what they say about death and taxes being the only thing that you can count on in life.

  “Yvonne, I can help you with your financial management. I think that you should go and enjoy today and let me take care of these things. This will take me the better part of a couple of hours to go through everything. I wouldn’t worry too much. I’ve seen worse and I know that I can find you some tax breaks.” This is my best frien
d Adam and if he wasn’t gay, I would probably make a play for him. He was not only gay, but he also had a recently adopted child and was living with the man of his dreams.

  “Adam, I don’t know how I can thank you for this. I’ve been racking my brain over how I was going to pay back the taxes. If you can help and find me any breaks, then that would make you my guardian angel,” I didn’t mean to make him blush, but he was my best friend and I would give him my first born if necessary.

  It wasn’t like I was married and there were no prospects on the horizon anytime soon. I concentrated on my new business in high end jewelry. I went from a very high paying position as an attorney to having jewelry made from outside sources and selling them on consignment. It started off small, but things began to snowball in a hurry.

  I stopped at the front door with my black leather jacket hung over my shoulder. I took a look at my reflection in the mirror and I couldn’t understand why there was no suitable suitor in my life.

  I was successful in my own right, had the body that was sculpted from hours in the gym and I had the kind of body that would make most men want to be with me and most women want to be like me. I’ve even seen a few of the same sex watching me in certain clubs. Being only 5’4, 130 pounds with firm C cup breasts and long legs that look like they went straight to heaven, you would think that I would have more than just a casual date on a Saturday night. Maybe it was because I wasn’t putting myself out there.

  I knew that my chocolate skin got a lot of attention and having that all over perpetual forever kind of tan was something that drew the eye of both sexes. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get somebody to sleep with me, but I wasn’t in it for a casual fling that would end in the morning. There are times when that can be preferable, but I was looking for something a lot more substantial than just that first initial physical attraction.

  I knew that it was wrong of me to impose on Adam, but I was at my wit’s end and didn’t know which way to turn. Success is great, but not everybody knows that there are a multitude of different aspects that can weigh you down heavily. I was never good at the number side of it and I was glad that Adam had decided to take pity on me.

  I walked outside and I could feel the heat of this Indian summer hitting me in the face. There was a free concert at the park across the street and I could already hear the band begin the play their first tune. The lyrics echoed across the courtyard and this was the last long weekend until the kids went back to school.

  Mothers and fathers were dragging their children or maybe it was the other way around to this free outdoor park concert. Laughter and merriment were the order of the day and when I turned the corner, I slammed head first into what felt like a brick wall.

  It didn’t knock me down, but it did stun me, until I saw the source. He was over 6 feet tall, light brown hair that was cut into a crew cut with barely stubble to remain. He had this bewitching smile and the kind of body that you would want to start at the top and work your way down to the bottom.

  He looked like he was upset and I could sense this tension in the air that I could cut with a knife. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you like that. I just wasn’t thinking and I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I could tell that he wanted to say something more and it would just take a little bit more encouragement to get him to open up.

  “There’s no harm done and as you can see I’m in pretty good shape.” I didn’t mean that in a sexual sort of way, but that statement got his eyes roaming down over my body. I’ve never been attracted to white guys, but this guy had it all and then some. He had this strength and vulnerability that made him catnip for any lady that came into his gravity.

  “I can see that there’s something bothering you and maybe if you got it off your chest you’d feel better.” I sat down at one of the benches and motioned for him to do the same. He looked hesitant and I was virtually a stranger. I could understand his need for caution.

  He finally sat down and I heard this long outtake of breath, which was no doubt going to be followed by a man that was ready to confess his sins. “I’m sure that whatever it is it’s not as bad as you think it is. You’re probably just blowing things out of proportion.” I could see a semblance of something slinking down the left side of his pants. He was indeed well hung and there was no doubt in my mind that he had seen his fair share of action. His eyes were wild and they seemed to be darting from one corner of the park to the other.

  “I came home to find that my girlfriend was sleeping with my best friend. I went off on him and I think I broke his hand in two places. I shoved her, but I was, so overwhelmed with emotion that I really didn’t know what I was doing. I’m glad I didn’t hurt her, but I’m sure that my best friend is going to have some choice words when we see each other again.” It sounded to me that he was justified in his actions. Maybe he did go overboard, but that was in the spur of the moment.

  I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop staring at his liquid blue eyes and the way that he smiled made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. “Derek, I think you did the right thing. You left before things could escalate any further.”

  I told him my name and we began to chat incessantly for at least 20 minutes about nothing and everything at the same time. He started to tell me about going overseas for a tour of duty on a ship on the outskirts of a war torn country. I could see that he was struggling on what he could tell me and what he couldn’t. Most of it was probably need to know. I was used to this type of stuff, because my father was a commander and he’d always come home with that stoic look on his face.

  “You really don’t have to tell me anything. We can just sit here and listen to the concert.” This seemed to relax him and before long he was slumping his shoulders and letting the music carry him away. It was then that I noticed that his hand had touched me. There was this electrical charge between us that couldn’t be denied.

  Chapter two

  I suddenly found myself immersed into a hard driving kiss that took my breath away and I didn’t even realize it was happening. He had attacked with such ferocity that it almost felt more feral than human. His tongue was everywhere and it was igniting nerve endings in my mouth that I didn’t even know was there. Of course, this translated to below my waist and my body was now his wonderland to play with, as he saw fit. I didn’t even care that I was out here in a semi public place with the music wafting through the air.

  The atmosphere was a spark ready to go off. I felt his pain, but I could also feel something else deep down that I couldn’t put my finger on. There was something strange yet exciting about Derek that made it impossible for me to stop him, as he started to get more hands on.

  He got this look on his face and his teeth were bared. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the forest away from prying eyes. I had just met him and found out that he had baggage. I wasn’t going to sleep with him, but now that fire down below was raging out of control and there was no way to put it out other than with a big hose. I could see the semblance of what he had packing in those pants and I traced it with my eyes to determine that he had probably 9 inches of solid pipe.

  “Yvonne, I don’t know what it is, but sometimes my emotions get the best of me. I could’ve killed my best friend. I was lucky that I was able to see something in my girlfriend’s eyes. She was telling me without saying a word that I was doing something wrong. I pulled back at the last second, leaving him in a bloody heap looking at me like I was some kind of stranger.” I put my hand through his hair in a comforting gesture and I grazed his cheek with my fingers. I took the initiative and kissed him back the way that he had kissed me. I suppose it wasn’t exactly the same. I don’t think that I could be that uninhibited. This wasn’t like me, but I did enjoy walking in the shoes of another. The shoes pinched, but they were just going to take a bit to break in.

  We were making out and I didn’t realize it, but 2 hours had elapsed. It was like I was lost in time and in his eyes at the same time. We had not ventu
red any further than kissing, but it was more than enough to satisfy a longing that I had been missing in my life. My friend was in the process of doing my taxes and I’m sure that he was a little worried about my well being. He knew that I was upset about the government’s desire to take my money that I had earned with blood sweat and tears.

  I don’t know how much more I can control myself. I feel something is different about me. I guess I’ve always known that from the moment that I was found alive amongst the dead that something had changed. My navy brothers were dead and I was the only one left standing after we went to shore to take the fight to the enemy. I remember a flash of something and it was like a blur of motion that came from nowhere. That soldier that attacked us was efficient and deadly precise. There was no wasted motion. By the time that it was done, I was covered in my own brother’s blood.

  It was a compelling tale and I was on the edge of my seat. “That must’ve been very traumatic. I think that you have what most people would call survivor’s guilt. You probably wonder why you were the only one that was left alive. I can only assume that it was meant to be. You can’t think that there was anything else that you could do.” I had been playing with his muscles, squeezing them and marveling at how hard like granite he was. I loved how he could be vulnerable and manly at the same time. Men rarely ever asked for help or showed weakness, unless of course they were sick. I was not anybody’s mother and I had no interest in wiping their noses. Giving them sponge baths was another matter altogether.

  “I had therapists tell me that it wasn’t my fault, but I think deep down, I always knew that it was. I know how strange that might sound.” The moon had started to rise and I could see the light of it streaking through the trees. The music was still playing and apparently the festivities were still going on at this late hour. It was passed 9:00 PM and I thought that I saw a shadow on Derek’s face. His expression became hard and I soon found him ripping at my clothing, until I was down to my unmentionables.