Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2017 10:25:28 -0800 From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com> Subject: Fuck me I love you chapter 8 Chapter 8: The Cat Who Cried Wolf A disclaimer: This story is fictional story. All characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at ginghamshade@gmail.com. Every author loves a bit of fanmail so I would love to hear if you enjoyed the story! AND, if you enjoy the stories on www.nifty.org, please give a donation to help cover their expenses at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. While the site is currently free, donations only from loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. ----------------------------------------------------------- Bradley was speechless to find that Anderson had fallen asleep post-coitus. He had expected to spend some more time branding the kid. Bradley never had a bottom who wasn't instantly begging for more cock the moment he came. It confused him a bit, even to the point of leaving him dissatisfied. *This kid is going to be the death of me.* He thought, willing his hard cock to stay in control. He looked at Anderson's face. The innocent and awkward guy who had walked into his gym was still there in his sleep. His body testified to a different man in his bed. Anderson had collapsed before wiping off the load he had shot all over himself. His body was still sticky from dried cum and sweat. Bradley looked at the smooth body exposed on his bed. Almost every part of his body had some mark of Bradley's ownership: little teeth marks and bites on his shoulders, to the pink pussy hole, stretched out from Bradley's cock. Even his body was a product of Bradley's training. Gazing at his handiwork, Bradley did something he hadn't done in a long time. He kissed Anderson's wet and flaccid cockhead, licking up the drops of cum that remained. Following the splatter marks of their lovemaking, he collected every drop of sperm Anderson had shot, and tasted the load of his new conquest. Anderson was moaning softly in his sleep, his body rising unconsciously to meet Bradley's searching tongue. Raising himself up to Anderson's face, he kissed the unconscious hunk and shared the taste of cum with the boy. Though asleep, Anderson's mouth opened in submission to Bradley and they gently traded the load in each other's mouths. "ohhhhh, Bradley...I love you," Anderson mumbled, leaving Bradley slack-jawed. It wasn't uncommon for bottoms to get attached to their masters. But Bradley knew he was playing with fire. He was caught between his usual "fuck ¡®em all" philosophy and not wanting to break the boy's heart. The tension of what would happen grew upon him as he contemplated Anderson's sleeping visage. Part of him wanted to wake the boy up and kick him out. Another part of him wanted to kiss the boy awake and fuck his brains out. In the end, it was Anderson who made the next move. His unconscious brain, feeling Bradley's body close to him, took action. Anderson nestled into the muscled wolf's chest, his hands anchoring himself into Bradley's body. Bradley's hands which had moments before gripped Anderson's neck and chest, now found themselves slowly embracing the sleeping stud. Confused and strangely docile, he found himself dozing off. The night lengthened with the two of them cuddling. Unfortunately, cuddling is not a natural position for most people. The heat of their bodies and the posture of their arms forced the two exhausted men to detangle and re-entangle themselves throughout the night. Sometimes they slept with their backs to each other; other times they spooned in tightly. Anderson woke up on his back with Bradley on his side, one leg crossed over his own. It was his turn to meet the sleeping giant: the man who had taken his ass and conquered his body. Anderson could feel his ass twitching in soreness. He couldn't fathom how it had all been inside of him. But simply recalling the night before ignited a heat within him to receive Bradley's cock again. His body held the imprints of a man dominated: bruises on his neck where Bradley had kissed him; a little handprint on his wrist when he had been held down. Bradley's body was marked too. In delirious pleasure Anderson had clawed at his back, leaving delicate red lines across the bullish expanse. Marks that Anderson felt himself tracing with his fingers. Bradley's cock was warm and engorged with morning wood, seducing Anderson by its mere presence. Reaching down, he wrapped his hands around the growing shaft. It responded instantly and began raising its mighty head towards Anderson. Feeling the soft skin moving up and down the shaft, Anderson felt his mouth salivate instinctively. He couldn't explain why, but he desperately wanted to taste Bradley's cum. Noticing a drop of precum slip out of the cockhead, Anderson brought it up to his mouth and gently sucked on the nectar. "You like that baby boy?" Bradley's voice was a smooth growl in the morning; awakened freshly out of slumber to find Anderson whining for cock. Anderson blushed, knowing he had been caught, but couldn't be bothered to stop tasting the fresh seed on his finger. Bradley took Anderson's hand and brought it out of his mouth so that he could press his mouth into Anderson's. He lifted himself up and straddled the boy's chest, lining his turgid cockhead in front of Anderson's face. Pinning the boy's arms back, he gently nuzzled Anderson's hair and wrapped his hand behind the young man's neck, lifting it up to meet his cock. Anderson dutifully opened his mouth and felt the silky cockhead slip in. The scent of Bradley's morning wood filled his nostrils, sedating him so that the cock slid easily to the back of his throat. He coughed a bit, but his throat craved the thickness of cock and relaxed into the large member. Within a few moments, He found his face flush against Bradley's pubic hair. Bradley was patient; gently pushing his cock deeper and deeper into Anderson's throat. He relished the way Anderson's tongue wildly danced against the head whenever he pulled back. The boy was rapidly becoming addicted to cum, and Bradley's seed was reprogramming the boy's mind. After a few minutes, Anderson's throat had become completely pliant to the size of Bradley's cock. His eyes were silently begging Bradley for cum. Bradley pulled out and rolled over onto his back, bringing Anderson on top of him so that the boy could service him more comfortably. He stretched back, sexily showing off his abs and chest to see what Anderson would do next. Without missing a beat Anderson was slobbering on Bradley's cock, whimpering a bit as his own hard cock wanted release. Anderson was trapped, he was so focused on Bradley he couldn't take care himself. He stared up into Bradley's cool eyes and began touching himself while sucking on Bradley's massive balls. He wanted to finger himself. Anderson felt his hand leave his hard and angry cock to feel the soft wet asshole that had been filled the night before. It felt tender but the memory of pleasure returned at the soft impressions of his fingertips. Anderson's eyes rolled back when he pushed two fingers into his ass and grazed his prostate. He let Bradley's cock fall out of his mouth as a deep and guttural moan ripped out of his body. He came to his senses a few seconds later, realizing he had stopped sucking on Bradley's cock. He had been lost in the sensations of his ass and neglected his master. Looking up, he saw Bradley's handsome face smiling back with a knowing grin. "I know, baby, you can't help yourself." Anderson snapped back to reality for a moment. What was he doing?! His face clenched in anxiety as he began processing the events of the previous night. He was a top, and last night was just a mistake.... Anderson pushed himself up by his two hands, intending to get up off the bed. Instead, he found himself being lifted up by two huge muscular arms, raising him to meet Bradley face-to-face. "You ok there, baby?" Bradley's eyes searched his face in concern. "I'm..I'm not a bottom, and I'm not a bitch..." Anderson was desperately trying to salvage his identity, pulling at his shame to shield himself from the truth. "Well, you may not be a bottom, but you love my cock. As for a bitch...well, I haven't called you one." Anderson was taken aback for a second. Still looking in Bradley's eyes, he felt a little less shaken. It was true: Bradley hadn't called him a bitch. "Are you going to kick me out now?" "Not if you stop freaking out and talk to me." Bradley pinched Anderson's chin. He hated post-bottom traumatic stress disorder, but he cared about Anderson. Anderson felt like he was crumbling inside. He felt the urgency of his sexual needs competing with his own sense of dignity and self-respect. He was also deeply attached to Bradley. The older man had done more than opened him to a world of sexual pleasure; he was a companion too. He found his hands gently massaging Bradley's chest, observing the way it pumped more blood into his cock. Anderson's anxiety ceded to his desire and he lowered his face down to suck on a nipple. "So you said you wouldn't do anything to me that I didn't want you to?" Bradley groaned appreciatively and let his hand softly brush Anderson's hair. "Mmhmm baby. I'll only call you names you like. You like being called baby right?" "Yes, sir." Anderson shifted his body up against Bradley's so he could kiss the top stud. "So if I asked you to call me your bitch you'd do that too?" Anderson's right hand wrapped Bradley's cock. Placing it in the crack of his ass he began to chew on Bradley's tongue in earnest. "Yeah, baby I would. Would you like me to call you my bitch?" Anderson started sliding himself back against Bradley's cock. The pressure of its head nudging against his perineum was sending static up his spine. Bradley could feel Anderson's pussyhole start to open up in desire. Putting his hand on Anderson's chest, he slowed the stud down. "If you want to go further, there's a condom in the top right drawer of my dresser." Anderson stopped, his body desperately wanted the feel of Bradley's raw cock inside of him, but his mind knew of the dangers of unprotected sex. "I'm clean, do you have anything?" "No, I'm clean. But I don't play raw unless the guy is committed to me." Anderson shuddered a bit at the word ¡®commitment'. The idea both titillated and frightened him. He had no idea what that would mean between him and Bradley, or if Bradley wanted it. Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a condom and some lube. "So, why would I ever ask you to call me your bitch? What do you get out of it?" It felt like a stupid question, but Anderson was curious. He broke open the wrapper and peeled the condom onto Bradley's cock. Bradley looked at him curiously, a mixture of amusement and arousal. His voice turned a bit dark in response. "Careful boy, you've no idea what you're playing with." Anderson was straddled on top of Bradley's stomach softly grinding his ass against Bradley's cock. He felt powerful and sexy, in control in this position. "Oh? Am I turning you on, Bradley?" His ass puckered at the name and kissed the cockhead behind him. Bradley's hands came up and slid up Anderson's thick quads. They rested at the stud's grinding waist, feeling the rhythm of the boy's heat. "Sometimes when you have a dick with you, there's just no way around it." Bradley looked up at Anderson grinding against his cock. "Some guys search for the right word for it, but they always come back to being a ¡®bitch'" Anderson's eyes widened a bit as his asshole mopened just enough that Bradley's cock began sinking into his ass. "They can't help it." Bradley watched as Anderson's jaw dropped open as he slowly sat back onto Bradley's cock. "There's a need that comes from being fucked, where you just need to be called what you are. And for some guys..." Anderson's eyes were closed in pleasure as he finished impaling himself on Bradley's meat. "Some guys just need to be called a bitch." Anderson let out a high pitched whimper. "Oooohhh fuuuuccckkk." His ass struggled against the intruding member, but Anderson's cock was stiff and pointed up. He felt agitated inside, and uncertain. The feeling of the cockhead deep within his ass felt good, but he needed something more. Lifting his ass off gently, Anderson pushed back and impaled himself deep onto Bradley's cock. "Oh Gawwwdddddd" His eyes fluttered open to look at Bradley, who looked back sympathetically at the penetrated stud. It was starting again. Anderson began to slowly grind himself onto the cock: lifting himself off a few inches and then pushing himself back against the erection forcefully. Each time, he felt a heat travel through his ass through his throat. "Oooohhhhhh" Bradley gently stroked Anderson's cock, exasperating the situation. "Wha----- fuuuuccckkkkk!!!' The teasing drove the stud to speed up, spiking his ass up and down Bradley's pelvis. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Anderson's whole body was tingling, and sweat broke out on his chest. Straddling Bradley, riding his cock, he felt incredibly sexy and vulnerable at the same time. One thing he was sure of was that he was not in control. He needed Bradley's cock to fuck him, and his body was taking the need upon itself. "Oh fuck! Oh, fuck me, Bradley!" His cock was pouring out precum now, and Bradley let the throbbing cock out of his hands. This only exasperated Anderson more, who fucked himself harder and more desperately. "You feeling good baby?" Bradley's eyes looked worried. "Oh fuck me, Bradley! Fuck this fucking pussy! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" Anderson lost himself, compelled by the domination of his ass. He started cussing and moaning as he struck his prostate against Bradley's cock. Each hit was like flint on steel, reverberating through his consciousness. "Please fuck me, sir! Oh, I'm your fucking cock slut bitch, Bradley!" "You sure baby? You sure you want to be my bitch?" "Yes! Fuck me! I'm your bitch, daddy! Oh, fuck me like the bitch I am! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Bradley lifted his pelvis to fuck up into Anderson's ass. The boy yelped in pleasure and held himself so Bradley could drive into him. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm coming" The cock was all he needed. Without touching himself, Anderson's cock started spitting out cum, shooting on the bed in various angles as his cock swung wildly. "Fuck meeeeeeee!!" He cried out in lost pleasure as the last of his cum was fucked out by Bradley's huge cock. Bradley was so turned on by Anderson's demolition that he pushed Anderson off onto his back and pounced forward. Ripping off the condom, Bradley beat his cock in front of Anderson's face, daring Anderson to refuse. Anderson opened his mouth submissively and took the cock in, gagging as Bradley fucked his mouth. "Swallow my load, bitch! You're a real man now baby boy!" He roared his cum down Anderson's throat and almost fell over onto the boy. Resting with both hands on the bed, he looked down at Anderson's angelic face, slurping and licking his cockhead for every last taste of cum. Lifting himself off of the stud, he scooted down. Bradley cradled the younger man in his arms, kissing and cooing him in exhausted satisfaction. "It's ok baby, it's ok to love being my bitch." ------------------------------------------- To be continued....