Clipped (The Clipped Saga Book 1)

by Devon McCormack

  He lifted his leg higher and twisted it around Kinzer’s hip, resting it on his farthest ass cheek—a position he credited to his current occupation. He’d hoped that it would impress Kinzer. Make him want him more.

  Kinzer pulled his shaft out and thrust back in.

  It was deep. So deep that it forced Dedrus into convulsions. His rigid back muscles tensed. His wings fluttered.

  Kinzer pushed in and out. With each thrust he offered, Dedrus eagerly pushed back, encouraging Kinzer to destroy his hole.

  Kinzer flicked his finger over Dedrus’s erect nipple and pinched it with his thumb. He tugged at it and pressed down, as if it was a button.

  Fuck! Yes!

  Dedrus unleashed another cry of pain, as he had when Kinzer had first forced that big dick in him.

  “Hurt me!” Dedrus exclaimed. “Please, hurt me!”

  Kinzer released Dedrus’s nipple and grabbed his hips, continuing to pound him. As his pelvis smacked into Dedrus’s ass-cheeks, a sound, like someone being slapped repeatedly, filled the room.

  Dedrus could feel Kinzer’s cock hardening, elongating even more. As it reached Dedrus’s prostate, a wave of tickles rippled through his brain. He rolled his head back as what felt like jolts of pleasure rushed across his face. All the while, his ass felt like it was going to split in two.

  Kinzer moaned. His pelvis thrust so hard, so fast, the slapping started to sound more like punching.

  For Dedrus, it was as if he’d pressed a button that had released painkillers in his spine. It was so relaxing, so delicious. He wanted so much more.

  “I’m gonna come,” Kinzer said.

  “No!” Dedrus cried. He crawled up the wall, but he couldn’t lift high enough to get Kinzer’s cock out of his hole. “Please don’t!”

  As much as he wanted Kinzer to come inside him and for Kinzer to make him come, he wanted to savor this delicious experience. He didn’t want it to end. He wanted to fuck Kinzer for hours. He wanted it to last all night. It wasn’t fair for it to be this short when he wanted an eternity of this wonderful immortal.

  “I can’t stop it!”

  Dedrus flapped his wings, flying high enough that he was able to dislodge Kinzer.

  His ass throbbed. Tremors overtook his legs. He collapsed to the floor and lay beside the fallen, painting.

  “No, I need it,” Kinzer said. He reached down, grabbed Dedrus by his hair, yanked him to his feet, and slammed his face into the wall.

  Dedrus’s foot scraped across a jagged edge of the painting’s broken frame. It tore through his sock, slicing into his skin. It hurt like fuck, but it was nothing compared to the sensation of Kinzer forcing himself back in.

  “Oh, fuck! No!”

  But all he could think was, Yes! More! Hurt me!

  Still, he couldn’t let Kinzer come. If he did, that was the end.

  He tried to turn to his side, but Kinzer wrapped his arm around the base of his wing, holding him in place.

  “Ah!” Dedrus shouted.

  Kinzer’s insistence on being inside him was even more arousing. Pre-come gushed from the head of Dedrus’s cock like a spider shooting its web.

  “Stop, you’re gonna make me come, too!”

  This isn’t right. It shouldn’t feel this good. I hate myself.

  Despite his guilt, he was greedy, determined to steal as much time with Kinzer as he could.

  He wrapped his arm around Kinzer’s leg and yanked on it as hard as he could.

  Kinzer tumbled backward. He released Dedrus’s wing and grabbed him by the waist.

  He landed on his ass. He’d carried Dedrus with him so that Dedrus was sitting in his lap, Kinzer's cock still inside him.

  Dedrus continued his desperate struggle, but Kinzer grabbed his hips and clung on as if it was his most important mission.

  Dedrus reared back and punched over his shoulder, hitting Kinzer on his cleft chin.

  Kinzer rocked forward and wrapped his arm around Dedrus’s neck, pulling him so that his back was flush against his chest.

  “You like that? Huh?” Kinzer teased.

  Dedrus screamed out. This position enabled Kinzer to get so much deeper, to cause him so much more pain and simultaneously press that intoxicating button deep within him so much harder.

  Dedrus glanced down. Through the slits in his wavy bangs, he saw his pre-come pouring in strings from his swollen cock, pooling into his belly button. His balls burned, as if all they wanted to do was empty their load. It was nearly unbearable. He imagined this was what Kinzer was going through, too. But he wasn’t going to give up. Besides, this tug-of-war was partly responsible for how aroused he was.

  Dedrus grabbed at the arm around his neck, fighting, struggling to get free. He lifted his ass into the air, trying to get Kinzer’s cock out enough so he’d be free, but Kinzer was so big that he would’ve had to get his hips higher than physically possible for that to happen.

  Between Dedrus’s attempt at freeing his hole and Kinzer’s insistence on penetrating it as deep as he could, Dedrus’s ass was like a basketball, bouncing up and down in fury and excitement.

  Dedrus twisted his pelvis, managing to pull over half of Kinzer’s cock out of him.

  Kinzer grabbed Dedrus’s firm love handles to pull him back on.

  It was too late. Dedrus rolled just enough that head of Kinzer’s cock fell out, bouncing on his own abs.

  Kinzer rolled with him until Dedrus’s stomach was flush against the wood floor panels, which chilled his flesh.

  Kinzer reached for Dedrus’s wrists.

  “No!” Dedrus cried. He thrust his elbow back, smacking Kinzer in the face. He crawled out from under his attacker. As he managed to achieve his freedom, he darted to the doorway to the study.

  Kinzer started after him but stumbled over his jeans, which were still at his ankles. He knelt down to remove them.

  Dedrus tucked his wings back as he stepped into the study. He started to turn when a blow from behind knocked him forward, forcing him on top of the desk amidst the stray papers and files.

  He hardly had time to react as an arm reached under his armpit and flipped him on his back so his wings lay stretched out beneath him, flapping amongst the stacks of papers, some of which were slicing into his back.

  Kinzer propped Dedrus’s legs up until Dedrus’s hole was lined up with his erection. He drove it right back in.

  It stuck cattycorner, tearing into the wall of Dedrus’s ass, sending a sting rushing through him. As Kinzer’s dick tore across his flesh, it pierced into the depths of Dedrus.

  It smashed into Dedrus’s prostate. A thousand swirling vortexes of relief spiraled across Dedrus’s chest. It was a sensation he could’ve only hoped for, and here it was, delighting him beyond anything he’d believed possible.

  No, no! I shouldn’t be enjoying this!

  Kinzer wiped his hand across Dedrus’s abdomen, collecting some of the pre-come that was still stuck in his belly button. He pulled his fingers to his mouth and licked it off.

  “Oh, that’s good.”

  Dedrus could hardly hear him. He was too busy savoring Kinzer’s cock while feeling it against the walls of his ass. Feeling it tear and rip. Feeling it throb. He wanted it to hurt more. He wanted the pain to be so intense that it made him forget about Janka and his selfishness altogether. But it only aroused him even more, amplifying his awareness of his sins.

  Kinzer leaned forward, gaining leverage and making broad strides as his dick’s head nearly left Dedrus’s hole, but then swiftly reentered, striking its farthest distance and sending Dedrus into a fit of spasms as his body was ravaged with hypersensitivity.

  As Dedrus returned to his senses, he remembered the battle that he was having with Kinzer. He had to keep Kinzer from coming—from ending this experience. Pressing his shoulder blades against the desk, he bounced up, his fists clenched, and punched Kinzer in the cheek.

  Unfazed, Kinzer snatched Dedrus by his wrist, and as the other fist came at him, he snatched it, too.


  Dedrus wasn’t about to give up that easily. He wiggled, struggling against Kinzer’s hold.

  He yanked his pelvis back, his ass sliding across the papers, escaping from Kinzer’s cock. As he freed himself, he jerked to the side and rolled off the desk. Kinzer lost his grip and dropped him.

  SMACK!

  Dedrus hit the floor. He scrambled to his knees.

  Kinzer pounced on him from behind, forcing him back onto the floor. He grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the carpet.

  Dedrus tried to use his elbows to fight, but his wings obscured his attack.

  “Godfuckingdammit!” Dedrus cried.

  He had wrestled with Kinzer while fucking in the past, but he’d never lost this badly.

  He swayed his hips violently side to side, hoping to make it a challenge for Kinzer to get back inside him. His dick burned against the carpet bristles.

  Kinzer’s erect cock stabbed against his cheeks a few times, missing its target.

  The failed attempts delighted Dedrus. He giggled with excitement. He felt victorious. It really did feel as if he’d taken a time machine back to the best years of his life.

  “You fucking asshole!” Kinzer exclaimed.

  Dedrus continued to sway, but as he reached one side, Kinzer’s dick rushed in.

  Dedrus reared his head back. It was the most painful and the most delightful sensation he’d ever experienced. His head tossed back and forth as he writhed in the delicious sensation that poured through his back, as if his nerves had been shot full of morphine—everywhere except his ass. Pre-come projected out of his cock, onto the carpet.

  It was too much for him to handle. He caressed his hard cock against the floor, forcing it against the red bristles. His cock needed relief. It needed to come.

  “Harder, harder!” he begged. “Please, harder!”

  Kinzer released Dedrus’s wrists and pressed his hands against the back of his wings, arching his back, pushing his abs forward, as he thrust with all his might in and out of Dedrus’s ass.

  Dedrus knew he should be quiet, considering how many people were probably sleeping, but he couldn’t. He screamed.

  Dedrus struggled against his cock’s desperate attempt at climaxing. He moved his ass in circles, another move that he’d acquired through his profession.

  It must’ve been more than Kinzer could handle, because Dedrus felt him swell. He loved knowing that Kinzer was filling his hole, his come spewing deep inside him. A quick thrust as Kinzer’s dick slipped across his own come sent him even deeper inside Dedrus than he’d been before.

  Dedrus’s cock was like a gun. A runny, translucent pre-come preceded a flurry of thick, white rockets that soared through the air and scattered across the red floor.

  Dedrus’s legs quaked. His back trembled.

  Oh, I fucking needed that. Chills followed the thought as an awareness stirred within him. Why did I do that?

  He’d reveled in the idea of the deceased Janka watching him fuck his lover. He’d injured himself by revitalizing the sensuality that had solidified his love for Kinzer so long ago.

  He’d made a huge mistake. A mistake that, given the opportunity, he’d make again.

  ***

  Kid stood by the door.

  The small room reminded Kid of some of the fucking rooms at Jerry’s, except it was far less empty. On the far end, by a window, a comforter and pillows were piled together in the middle of a twin bed. Across from the bed was a desk with an old computer and printer. Mounds of paper surrounded it. Books and CDs scattered across the floor.

  Books? Treycore didn’t seem like the kind of guy that read much.

  “My only rule is,” Treycore said, “don’t fucking hog the covers.” He unbuttoned his shirt.

  Kid eyed the twin bed. “Um,” Kid began, “maybe I should just sleep on the couch downstairs.”

  “You saying you’re a cover hog?”

  “What? No. I just don’t want—”

  “Then don’t be stupid. No reason to sleep on the couch. We’re all adults. We can share a fucking bed, right? What? You worried I’m queer?”

  Kid shook his head. Although, he’d hoped.

  Treycore undid the last button on his shirt and slipped it off. It took a bit of effort, considering how tight the shirt was against his flesh.

  Kid’s eyes fixated on the curves at the edges of his abs, the sculpting just under his plump chest. Treycore had tiny, perky nipples. Kid’s mouth salivated as he imagined licking, titillating them.

  Treycore tossed Kid a suspicious glare.

  Kid’s eyes raced around. Had he been caught?

  “You gonna get ready for bed?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Kid said. He walked over to the bed, sat, and untied his shoes.

  “You younger mortals smell worse than the old ones,” Treycore said, unzipping his jeans. He pulled them down with his underwear, revealing his massive cock.

  It was even bigger than Kid had realized at the bar. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. It seemed too big for any human to take.

  Treycore’s ass muscles shifted about as he walked by a door, then opened it, revealing a closet, the bottom piled with clothes. He threw the jeans and underwear on top of the others and forced the door shut.

  Kid slid his jeans and shirt off. He slipped under the covers, trying to keep Treycore from seeing his rock-hard erection.

  Treycore opened another side door and stepped into a bathroom.

  “You need to wash off?” he called out.

  Kid heard a creak, followed by the sound of running water.

  “No. I’m good.”

  What he really wanted to say was, “Yes, and will you fuck the shit out of me while we’re in there?”

  “Suit yourself.”

  Kid could hear the water slapping against Treycore’s skin. He wished he could have been in there, tasting that enormous cock, trying to see how far he could get it inside him. He might not have been able to get it in far, but he figured he could surprise Treycore with how much he could take. Even if he couldn’t take it, he would do whatever he needed to so Treycore could get off. He would lick and suck until his gums bled. He would let Treycore slap him around, spit on him, abuse him. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure he would experience just by feeling that body against his.

  A part of him was just glad that he was going to get to be so close to Treycore’s hot body. He just hoped that he wouldn’t try to hump this gorgeous creature in his sleep. That would be embarrassing.

  Kid fixed the pillows and the covers around him. When he’d positioned everything just right, he rested his head on the pillow. It felt so much better than the cots at Jerry’s.

  A few minutes passed before Treycore stepped out of the bathroom. He shifted his hands side to side as he rubbed a towel across his back, leaving his nude muscles on display. Kid couldn’t help but look.

  Treycore ran the towel through his hair and tossed it in the bathroom.

  Making his way back to the bed, he switched off the light and scooted under the covers, leaving just a few inches between him and Kid.

  A streetlamp shone through the window, covering the room in an orange glow.

  Treycore closed his eyes and rolled his head back. A bulge in the covers moved up and down.

  Waves of heat rushed through Kid. His own cock couldn’t get much harder.

  “You mind?” Treycore asked.

  “No.”

  Treycore’s eyes shifted to Kid’s concealed cock.

  “You wanna get off, too?”

  “Um…yeah.”

  Was Treycore serious? Had he heard him right?

  Treycore pulled the covers down, revealing his rigid muscles, tense, swelling as he massaged his impressively massive dick.

  Kid slid his boxers down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his penis.

  “That’s a pretty good size,” Treycore said. “For a mortal, that is.”

  “Thanks,” Kid said, not sure whether Treycore
was offering an insult or a compliment.

  Treycore licked his fingers, dipped his hand down, and rubbed the liquid over his thick flesh.

  “Sorry,” he said, “I don’t have any lube. Here.”

  He licked his fingers again and wiped them across the head of Kid’s dick. Kid’s shaft tightened as it grew even bigger. A ripple, like an electric shock, rushed from the head of his dick to the back of his pelvis.

  Is this really happening? He hoped it was.

  Treycore went back to stroking his own girth, rubbing his thumb over its head, massaging the base of his shaft with his pinky. He closed his eyes and tossed his head back. Even his thick, veiny neck muscles aroused Kid.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Treycore moaned.

  Kid just wanted to sit on his cock. He wanted to feel Treycore’s arms around him, his fingers kneading his flesh, his thumbs torturing his nipples. He wanted Treycore to roll over, trap him beneath him, force his hot breath across his face and curse into his ear.

  Unfortunately, Treycore just lay beside him, jerking himself off.

  Kid scooted ever-so-slightly closer, attempting to feel Treycore’s body heat. Just a little. That was all he needed. He hoped he wouldn’t notice the movement, but Treycore’s eyes squinted open. He looked to Kid, his blue eyes sparkling, his damp, curling, blond bangs falling over his eyebrows.

  “You mind giving me a little help?”

  Kid’s thoughts scrambled. Did he just ask that? Or was that in his head?

  He stared into those blue eyes, waiting to see if something would happen to prove he wasn’t serious.

  Nothing.

  Kid couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His mouth dropped onto Treycore’s chest, engulfing his pec.

  “Oh, fuck yeah!”

  Kid’s tongue swirled around his tit. His hand slid across Treycore’s abs. They felt as hard and solid as he’d imagined they would. He let his fingers delight in every crevice, every sinew. His mind whirled with excitement.

  “Ah! Oh!”

  A huge load, like whipped cream spraying through the air, spilled across Treycore’s abs and chest.

  Several drops landed on Kid’s abs. They were warm, and they were Treycore’s. He continued rubbing his own cock, feeling himself nearing climax.

  Treycore smirked. He rolled on his side and positioned his lips beside Kid’s ear. “Thanks for the help,” he whispered.