Crazy Kinky Dirty Love

by K. A. Merikan

  “The fuck you doin’ here?” Dan squished the can and threw it into the corner with a metallic thud.

  “I’m... just going home,” he muttered and took a few steps up the stairs, but couldn’t take his eyes off Dan. Was this it? Was he getting the best freaking experience ever today? Now?

  Dan spat on the floor like a common thug and moved towards him. “Don’t want your kind in my street!”

  “Hey, take it easy. I’m going, okay?” Kyle took one more step up, to get to the landing of the stairs.

  “Get back here, you little fag,” growled Dan, following him up the stairs. The hollow thud of his combat boots made Kyle flush with excitement. He loved it when Dan wore them during sex, black and shiny.

  Kyle squealed and dropped the box of cereal he was carrying, to make a run for it. He had never felt such an adrenaline rush in his life, and the scene hadn’t even started yet! He rushed straight to Dan’s apartment, ripping the keys out of his pocket on the way. He was torn between arousal and fear, because even though he knew logically, it was his boyfriend following him, his body still automatically responded to a huge guy launching himself at him. Haunted by the loud footsteps, he fumbled with the lock, but as soon as he managed to get the door open, Dan pressed him against it with all of his weight.

  “What do you want? Leave me alone!” Kyle’s breath became shallow, and heat scorched through his body as Dan pushed the side of his head against the door, flattening Kyle’s cheek on the cool wood. There was so much strength in that muscular frame. Dan could easily overpower him, hurt him if he wanted to and it got Kyle going like nothing else.

  “Take the key out and open that door.”

  The arousing smell of Dan's sweat and the firm touch of his body made gooseflesh break out all over Kyle’s arms, and he complied, pulling the door open.

  It crossed his mind that Dan's roommates could be at home, but when Dan gave him a push that almost sent him to his knees, he forgot about it altogether.

  “Going to that fag parade, huh?” Dan locked the door behind him and crooked his head, looking at Kyle with eyes burning with unmistakable lust.

  “N-no. I’m not like that!” Kyle started walking backwards, wary that he might trip over the couch at any moment soon. “Do you want money?” He noticed the living room was darker than usual, as the blinds were shut to ensure their privacy.

  “No? Why the t-shirt then?” Dan walked into the room like he owned it, tall, big and just as intimidating as a real attacker would be. Dan could easily transform from a sweet guy who got you coffee to bed, into a beast who didn’t take no for an answer.

  “This?” Kyle looked down to his shirt and laughed like a nervous teenager. Even though he knew it was all a game, the chill in his body was all too real. “I got it for free, never looked at it much.” He hit the back of the couch with his ass and that was it. He was trapped. And already hard.

  Dan shrugged and kicked one of the wooden chairs so hard it fell over with a loud clatter. “So take the fucking thing off!”

  “Yes, yes, sure!” Kyle’s breath hitched again, and he pulled the t-shirt off as if it was burning. He flung it to an armchair, knowing very well that his body was being scrutinized. Dan gave himself time, but the sound made by the thick soles of his boots was familiar and never failed to soften Kyle’s knees.

  He pointed to Kyle with his chin. “Now off with your pants. Fags don’t deserve to be dressed.”

  “But... why? I really don’t want any trouble.” Kyle swallowed and couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his body when he looked into Dan’s eyes. They followed his every move, like a hawk, judging if its prey was weak or strong.

  “You got in trouble the moment you decided to suck cock.”

  Kyle swallowed and reached for his fly, but after he undid the first button, getting all of Dan's attention to focus on his crotch, he turned in one swift move and made a run for it down the corridor. He was sweating already, as if his body didn’t understand it was just play. The squeak of soles scratching on the wooden floor made his stomach clench, but he didn’t even manage to get into the safety of Dan’s room when he was pulled back into that powerful chest. His heart froze for a moment when Dan cupped his throat and gave it a gentle, warning squeeze.

  “You stand no chance.”

  “Please, please, please let me go! I won’t report you!” Kyle couldn’t believe how badly his own voice was quivering. He grabbed onto Dan’s arms, relishing in the useless struggle. He loved losing the fight and letting Dan have his way with him. The grip on his throat got stronger, and for a moment, he was afraid Dan would actually go through with choking him. Instead, he yanked the door open and pushed Kyle into the large, neatly organized room.

  “Shut up, pussy.”

  This time, the shove was too much, and Kyle fell over, hitting his knees against the carpet. He wouldn’t dare speak and looked up at his boyfriend with eyes wide open.

  “So, shall I say it again?” Dan closed the door and dropped the key behind a cupboard. “Drop those fucking pants, fag.”

  Kyle swallowed and got to his feet, pushing his pants off as if the devil himself was urging him on. It was a melting pot of everything he lusted for, feared, and felt guilty about wanting. He shed his sneakers and pushed down his jeans, discretely darting a look to the erection straining Dan’s jeans. They were a tight fit, revealing the obscene shape in the right pant leg. Just when he was anticipating a new command, Dan suddenly made a move towards him with a stomp that made him flinch.

  “Take it all off!”

  Dan had seen him naked plenty of times by now, but when Kyle pulled his briefs off, he felt what Adam must have after tasting the forbidden fruit. He cast his gaze to the floor, so embarrassed he could barely breathe. But then again he wasn’t really embarrassed. Or was he? He didn’t know anymore.

  “On your knees.” Dan’s voice was a low growl as he neared Kyle like a lion so confident of catching his prey, he was happy to play with his meal first. It didn’t stop Kyle from taking a step back.

  “What do you want?” he uttered.

  This time, Dan didn’t bother to answer and crossed the distance between them only to yank Kyle down by the hair, forcing him to obey the earlier command. “I said on your knees, bitch!”

  The pain tore a squeal out of Kyle, but it was far too pulse-raising for him to complain. When he looked up, Dan was like a statue of masculinity and being so close, Kyle noticed the darker spot on the pale denim, right over the head of that thick cock. His mouth watered. He’d love to suck the precum out of the fabric. He wondered if Dan would make him do it, but instead, he was pushed even lower down until his cheek touched the carpet.

  “Don’t you dare move!”

  He tried to look up, but from his position, only managed to see Dan’s boots and calves. The anticipation was a killer. He trusted Dan to take into account all the things they talked about, but the fact that it was in his boyfriend’s control what would actually happen and when, made his own cock throb in eagerness. If he had a tail, it would be probably wagging on its own accord by now.

  “So, you have a boyfriend?”

  Kyle’s whole body went on fire when the ridges of Dan's boot dug into his scalp, but he obediently kept his hands on the floor. They never went through details like this, which made the whole scene all the more exciting.

  “Yes,” he uttered after giving it some thought. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  Dan snorted and ground the heavy boot into Kyle's face. It was squeaky clean, Dan only used those boots indoors, but that didn’t make the gesture any less humiliating and exciting. “Because what? Your queer boyfriend would beat me up?”

  The smell of fresh rubber made Kyle’s cock twitch against his stomach. “Don’t do anything to my boyfriend,” he mewled against the carpet.

  “Who’s gonna stop me? You, little faggot?” Dan slowly twisted the heel of his boot against Kyle’s cheek. It was one of the most erotic things Kyle had ever experience
d and they weren’t even fucking yet. But he wouldn’t just take it. Oh, no. Kyle slid out from under the shoe in one swift move, wincing at the slight scratch on his skin, and made a crawl for it towards the desk.

  He half-expected Dan to kick his ass with his boot, but when he did, Kyle trembled with emotion, feeling his cock drip. “Where are you dragging that meager ass?” And with that, Dan pressed his boot against Kyle’s buttocks, forcing his hips down.

  “Let me go!” he yelped and uselessly reached his arms back, to push the foot off, but it was no use.

  “Shut the hell up!” Dan dropped to his knees and slapped Kyle across the face. It wasn’t a strong blow, but just as effective, because it made Kyle go silent in an instant. He looked up into Dan’s eyes, his stomach knotting when all he saw was raw lust. Dan was looking at him as if he wanted to swallow him like the wolf did Red Riding Hood. “That’s better, little homo.”

  Kyle opened his mouth, but then closed it again, feeling more exposed than ever before.

  “So, when did you suck your first cock, cunt?” Dan asked in a voice thick with sickly sweetness and grabbed a fistful of Kyle’s hair.

  “S-sixteen,” Kyle uttered and leaned towards Dan to avoid the hair pulling.

  “Slut.”

  Kyle knew it was just play, but it still made his cheeks burn and he looked to the carpet.

  “What else do you do?” Dan gave him another slap on the cheek.

  Kyle flinched at the sting but didn’t fight back. “Nothing! I’m a good boy!”

  “No?” Dan turned Kyle’s face sideways and spat on his cheek. “You never gave a handjob, faggot?”

  The wetness dripping down Kyle’s face was enough to make his cock twitch, but he still tried uselessly to pull away from the grip. “Okay, okay, I did that.”

  Dan pouted and all of a sudden, his thick fingers slipped between Kyle’s buttocks, making him arch his back in surprise. “Bet someone fucked that cunt too.”

  “No! Don’t touch me! Fuck off!” Kyle struggled and grabbed Dan’s wrists just to see what would happen. He always avoided fights in real life, but this was something completely different.

  “Shut up, you pussy!” Dan rolled Kyle to his back and abruptly got to his feet, towering over him.

  Kyle pushed at his calf and curled up on the carpet. Dan’s boot pressed into his arm right away.

  “What should I do with a cunt like you?”

  “Let me go? I’ll never suck cock again, I promise,” Kyle whined.

  “Oh?” Dan’s snort made Kyle’s skin crawl. “Maybe you should lick my boots instead?”

  “Will you let me go then?” Kyle inched closer, and his mouth watered at the thought. He loved those boots and already imagined how the leather would taste on his tongue. God, when Dan was behaving like this, he’d do anything he wanted. The bad boy attitude was sending him into a frenzy.

  “Convince me.”

  Kyle licked his lips and got to his knees, making his way to Dan’s shoes on all fours. It was like dealing with the ideal of a macho guy stereotype. As much as Kyle would never admit to a fantasy like this in public, in the security of their home, he could indulge, drawn to the smell of leather and rubber like a feline to catnip. The boots were so big and chunky, just like Dan’s cock. Before he even got to lean down, Dan lifted his boot and scratched the side of Kyle’s face with the sole.

  Kyle turned his head and licked the side of the boot. He didn’t even realize he was trembling before he saw his own fingers.

  “Do it like you mean it, bitch-boy!”

  Kyle gasped and turned his attention to the boot on the floor, as the other one pushed on his arm. He licked the tip, reveling in the smell of leather, his cock never softening. Dan’s groan made him double his efforts and he lapped at the smooth surface, unable to stop the small noises that escaped his lips every now and then. He wiggled his ass up high, for Dan’s watching pleasure and continued to the back of the shoe. This would definitely become something to do again. Maybe he could suggest to Dan that he could give him an all-body tongue bath.

  “Suck on the tip.” The sharp tone cut through Kyle’s thoughts like a knife.

  He was all too eager to comply and moved his face to the front of the boot, embracing it with his lips. Focused on the loud, slurpy sucking, he looked up to Dan. From this perspective, his cock looked even bigger, still trapped under the tight denim, when it could be buried deep in Kyle’s ass instead.

  “Good. Pretend it’s a cock. You like it, don’t you, slut? All you fags do.” Dan’s breath hitched, and he pushed the boot further into Kyle’s mouth, stretching his jaw.

  Kyle moaned and shook his head in response. He didn’t want to seem too willing, that was half the fun.

  “Oh yes, you do!” Dan slipped the boot out of Kyle’s mouth and pushed him to the floor before pressing the thick sole against his crotch.

  “No!” Kyle squealed and grabbed the boot, curling up around it, but the explosion of pleasure rippling from his cock and throughout his whole body was intense enough to border on pain. “I did what you asked!”

  “You’re actually getting off on this, aren’t you, freak?” Dan pressed his boot further down, gently twisting it against Kyle’s genitals.

  “Leave me alone!” cried out Kyle, the taste of leather and rubber still lingering on his tongue.

  “Don’t you fucking try this on me, you little cocksucker!” Dan tried to shake him off his boot while opening his jeans.

  Kyle’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t wait to suck on that hot piece of meat, but the struggle was just as exciting, so he made a dash for the door, still on all fours. Dan yanked him by the hair, forcing him into a kneeling position.

  “What, you wanna say something before I feed you my cum?”

  Kyle gave him a defiant look and spat in his face.

  Dan’s eyes and mouth widened, but before Kyle had the opportunity to worry, Dan rolled him to his stomach. The lick of leather, accompanied by a sharp smack was so shocking, that it pressed an involuntary yell out of his mouth. He never got hit with a belt before and to his surprise, it hurt less than he thought it would. There was no time to ponder on that thought, as seconds later his ass received another stroke, and he couldn’t help a strangled cry.

  “Not so brave now, are we, you little pussy!” Dan’s breath was raspy as he delivered blow after blow into random places on Kyle’s body, avoiding his head and mid-section.

  “I’m sorry, sir!” Kyle cried out, curling his toes every time the belt touched his skin. It was an ecstatic sensation, a rush of adrenaline, pain and excitement melting into one feeling he couldn’t describe. He didn’t ask for the beating to stop, even though his eyes were watering, and heat waves flooded his flesh. Up till now, Dan spanked him with his hand a few times, so he was anticipating the belt, but he never thought he’d find it so thrilling. The swish through the air made his heart pound in his chest, but he was not about to beg for mercy any time soon. Instead, he found himself rocking his hips in the air, overcome with heat. He was mewling and panting as he struggled for control, eager for Dan’s attention.

  “You got enough, little cunt?”

  Kyle wouldn’t mind a few more, but he put in all his effort into composing himself and getting back into the role. His cock wouldn’t stop throbbing, but he mewled a weak “Yes.”

  “So get on your knees and put that cocksucking mouth to use!” The unmistakable aggression in Dan’s tone was driving Kyle crazy.

  He took one more second to kiss the tip of Dan’s boot, before he undid his fly with trembling fingers. He couldn’t wait to see that thick cock engorged with blood, stiff and ready to to stab right into him.

  “I’ll fuck you so raw you won’t be able to scream for help.” Dan growled, twisting his hand in Kyle’s hair again.

  The words made Kyle pause and push at Dan’s thighs, even though he’d be willing suck on that cock even through the briefs. His skin still pulsed with the sting left by the belt. Undistur
bed, Dan lowered his pants enough to pull his veiny monster out and slapped it against the side of Kyle’s cheek.

  “Open up.”

  Kyle wanted to resist, he really did, but the smell of Dan’s pre-come got him all sorts of confused, and he parted his lips, ready to suck on the hot cockhead. Dan pulled him closer and unceremoniously forced his cock in, slowing down only a little to give Kyle a moment to adjust before thrusting deeper, into his throat. Choking was inevitable but it was part of the fun. Kyle wanted to serve Dan as best as he could, so he opened up wide, even though his eyes watered again. Why couldn’t his mouth be big enough to take both the dick and balls? That would be heaven on earth.

  The cock went in a little bit deeper each time. Even with his eyes overflowing, Kyle did his best to accommodate it all, but it was a futile attempt, so he kept choking as Dan started a slow rhythm, fucking his mouth as if it was a passive hole. The thick length was sliding through Kyle’s lips, over his tongue, all the way into the arch of his throat.

  “You like a big, fat cock, don’t you?”

  Tears streaked down Kyle’s face and he moaned in false complaint, trying to back away again. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was eager to be fucked, Kyle would have loved to swallow Dan’s cum. His boyfriend withdrew for a second, before forcing his way in again, holding Kyle by the ears. It was a merciless rhythm, and with Dan’s balls slapping against his chin with each thrust, it got Kyle to the brink of orgasm. But he couldn't come yet. Dan pushed him to the floor, panting, with his dick hanging out of his fly like an obscene banner for his masculinity.