Date: Tue, 02 May 2017 16:29:53 +0000
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Take Me I'm Yours: Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

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.

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Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from my first story: Fuck Me, I
Love You. Go read it if you like this one!

The next two chapters are the hardest two chapters I've had to write, and
they involve a lot of story. I apologize if any of it is triggering or
upsetting. I do not meant to glamorize anything about this chapter, though
maybe the idea that we can fight our way past great calamity might
encourage somebody.

For anybody who thinks we need to hurry up and get back to sex, I agree! I
didn't want to publish a chapter without providing something strong in the
next chapter. But the consequence about writing about a traumatic
experience is that we cannot just sweep it under the rug. I hope you enjoy
this chapter and the next. Sex is returning to this story and I fully
intend for there to be a lot of it.
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It wasn't until they got back to Eric's place that Wellington noticed the
dilated pupils, the twitching and shaking motions which wracked Eric's
body. At first, he thought it was the trauma of being raped which explained
why Eric's eyes would dart around and blink at passing lights. It was
obvious that in addition to the tranquilizer, his aggressors had used
something else as well.

"Are you ok?" Wellington asked.

"No....everything's gone now." Eric seemed distracted. Wellington could see
the muscles of his chin masticating.

"What do you mean?"

"For the last three years, the one thing I've ever felt proud of is gone.
And I'm so jacked up I can't even feel sad about it. All I can feel...is
how fucked up everything is and how badly I want to use at the same time..."

Rezen walked with him up the stairs into Eric's bedroom. He had a feeling
Eric shouldn't be alone tonight.

"Eric... don't you think you should go to the hospital? They could do a
rape kit...you could file a police report."

Eric shook his head.

"Welly...I can't think right now...part of me wants to go out and get
fucked...part of me wants to figure out if I could turn back time and make
this never happen..."

Eric looked so sad, but no tears came out.

"What am I going to do, Welly?! I feel everything I work for disappearing
and I can't even care because all I want to do is run away and get
high...see if I can find those guys again and have them fuck me..."

Wellington was completely perturbed. How could Eric want that? And yet it
was so obvious...Eric was in engaged in the fight of his life over who he
was going to become...and Wellington had no idea how to help him.

Wellington helped Eric into the shower and let the man stand in the cold
water. Eric was still shaking, sweat still poured out of his body and
Wellington could tell he was gnawing on the inside of his cheeks. He
stepped outside of the room so that he could take a breath. He wanted to
cry, but he didn't want to make things more difficult for Eric. Part of him
was angry too: angry that he was hurting for Eric and he had nobody to tell
because he didn't want to add to Eric's pain.

He unlocked his phone.

"Hello? Bradley?" Wellington didn't know what to do. He needed someone with
experience. "Something's happened to Eric."

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Eric answered the knock on his door to find Bradley and Anderson waiting on
his doorstep. Bradley rushed in and gave him a big hug. His eyes were red
and his big hands pawed at Eric's face. Brushing Eric's hair away from his
forehead he looked into his eyes.

"It's ok, Eric, I'm here. We're all here for you."

Bradley, Eric's ex, embraced him in a feral embrace. Part of him was
unsure...He had seen Eric at his worst: high, tweaking, and in denial.
There was no guarantee for any of them tonight about what would happen
next.

Anderson followed in and stood awkwardly to the side. The first time he had
met Eric, he had faced a tall, muscular, confident beefcake. Now he was
seeing a nervous and anxious human being. The body was still there: the
beautiful biceps, the chiseled chin. But Eric fighting for his life and it
was taking the toll on both his mind and his body.

It was when Bradley wrapped his arms around Eric that the emotions and fear
were able to release, just for a moment. Eric had come home after many long
weekends to find Bradley sitting at home fretting. He remembered shutting
off his phone against the endless barrage of texts and voicemail sent from
his frightened partner, who didn't know if he had died or was off on
another run. And it was in seeing Bradley that Eric remembered one of the
reasons he got clean in the first place: because he wanted so desperately
for Bradley to love him, for them to get back together. But Bradley moved
on, and so had he. Now, it felt like he hadn't moved at all. Bradley had
moved on, but Eric was trapped in the hell with Sisyphus, rolling a stone
uphill to no success.

"Oh, Bradley...everything's gone!" He started to cry.

"I thought I was safe, but now everything's gone again."

Eric was hysterical.

Bradley held him tighter.

"Shhh....it's ok. You don't have to take responsibility for what they did to
you. You don't have to let this take you out and destroy you, you still
have so much you haven't lost. See, I'm right here. I haven't left you."

Eric started to calm down a bit. The effects of the drugs were still
present, but his breathing stabilized. Bradley continued to calm him down
and told him to call his sponsor.

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Wellington sat quietly with Anderson on a chair in the living room. He
twiddled his thumbs and looked at his watch. The buttons on his cuffs had
come undone during the fretful moments that passed. If Wellington was
usually a composed and impeccable gentleman, the facade had run to bedrock.
His typically crisp shirts were wrinkled in the Houston heat. His pants
showed a pinched section of fabric which had worn from his fingers
twiddling at the same spot for hours. Anderson was fidgeting as well.

Bradley came out of the room, there was a deep sigh of relief as he walked
down the stairs. The large 220 lb man's footfall pressed into each step as
if he was testing its resilience. The steps held: the weight of his fears
had not broken the architecture of Eric's home.

"His sponsor says he can keep his time. But Eric is going to see a
therapist so that he can process what happened."

Bradley looked at Rezen helplessly.

"I hope... I always hope..."

Rezen looked at Bradley. The 40-year-old wolf's body was tense, the broad
shoulders slightly raised. Bradley felt old. Older even though the sinews
of his body would shame most younger men. It was his body that made him
feel weak, it was the fears he had about losing someone he cared about.

"I told myself many times that I wouldn't go through it for him again. That
I wouldn't wait one more sleepless night for him to come home. I wouldn't
dial his number one more time to not get any response. But no matter how
hard I tried, I found myself back in his orbit. When we broke up, it was so
frightening to think of the world where I wasn't chasing after Eric,
searching to know he was ok...."

Bradley paused as he struggled to speak the words.

He's so strong now."

Bradley started to shake as the tears pushed out from his eyes.

"Even though this terrible thing happened, I know he'll fight through it.
And that means I can let go too."

Tears started to roll down his eyes. Anderson stood up and wrapped his arms
around Bradley. The younger stud rarely got to do this, to hold his man in
his own embrace and be the strong one between them.

Dr. Rezen stood up, he was relieved too, if a little ashamed. It took all
of his pride to ask for help, and it felt good to know that between the
four of them, something called family had sprung up.

Bradley turned to Rezen.

"He's worried you think less of him. You should go to him."

Rezen smiled and walked up the stairs.

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At home, Bradley and Anderson closed the door and stalked up to their
bedroom. They were exhausted but awake at the same time. Stepping into
their bedroom, they were too fatigued to bother closing the door.

Anderson stepped in to give Bradley a deep and succulent kiss. His tongue
darting into the older wolf's lips. Bradley tried to grumble a bit but the
kiss tasted pretty good so he let it happen. He felt Anderson's hands
slowly graze his hair, tussling it back before sliding across his neck and
shoulders. The touch was sensual and slow, as Anderson savored the
sensations of his master's body as if he was touching him for the first
time.

Bradley broke the kiss as Anderson tugged his shirt over his head, exposing
his massive pecs and furry chest, the fur flowing down his chiseled abs
into the tantalizing V of his jeans.

"Baby, I'm tired, I don't think..."

Anderson cut him off with a kiss and a deep intake of his nose, smelling
the sweat of his man as the manliest scent.

"You know, you really turned me on tonight."

Bradley's brow raised a bit in surprise. Worry didn't make him horny.

Anderson let his hand lightly trace the lining of Bradley's chest, circling
the nipple and watching it harden in response. They'd been together for a
while now, and Anderson still loved to see Bradley respond to his slightest
touch.

"I love to see a big beefy daddy wolf be sensitive and vulnerable."

Bradley cracked a grin.

"Oh? Then we should spend more time talking about my father."

Anderson snaked his hands down Bradley's sides, pinching the taut skin of
his body. Sliding into his jeans, he felt Bradley's massive cock. The head
of it was pointed down and pressing up against the lining of his jockstrap.
Feeling the massive club in his hands, Anderson used his other hand to
unbutton the jeans and kneeled in front of Bradley as he peeled the jeans
down his thick legs.

"I never get tired of this. Seeing your beautiful body, seeing your
beautiful cock get hard for me."

Anderson tilted his head up so that he could open his mouth and trip the
swelling his into his mouth. Bathing it with his tongue, he savored the
saltiness of the head. He looked up, excited by the mere presence of
Bradley, to see his top's approving gaze.

"Baby, I'm really tired..." Bradley's let out a slow groan as Anderson
swallowed the length of his cock. Beer can thick, Anderson was used to
accommodating the whole thing and enjoyed letting it swell inside of his
esophagus. Grunting a bit, he let the head of the cock rest against his
tongue, slathering it in love.

Bradley slowly rotated his hips, watching Anderson chase the rigid member
like a fish on a hook. He loved looking at Anderson's face, how free it was
and how dirty his cock made the younger man.

"Baby...I love ruining that precious perfect body of yours. I'm going to
tear you apart tonight..."

Anderson slobbered on the cock and moaned his assent. His ass felt empty
and he was desperate to be filled. His own sizable cock slumped to the
floor as if bowing in obedience to the man towering over him.

"You like it when I make you my dirty boy? You can't help it when I make
you a dirty nasty boy don't you?"

A trickle of precum had tinted the taste buds of Anderson's tongue and his
eyes squeezed shut to savor it. The two of them never processed the
positive feedback cycle between them. Anderson who became mesmerized and
dismantled by Bradley's raw sexuality, and Bradley who fed on Anderson's
hunger for him. It didn't matter because their sex was more than a science.

Anderson's breathing became tight as he felt his ass twitching. The hunger
was gnawing at him, and he loved it, loved how Bradley could make him feel
so free.

Bradley took his hands and pushed: a firm but gentle pressure against
Anderson's shoulders which pulled him off of his cock. The young man leaned
back, disappointed and hungry but also happy. He loved the feelings of
Bradley's hands on his body, of being manhandled and controlled. There was
a tenderness within the brutality which excited him and turned him on.

"Baby, how come you're not bored of me yet?"

Anderson smiled. "Why would I be bored? I love you."

"You don't need me to spice things up for us? Maybe bring in a friend?"

Anderson thought about it a little bit and reached forward to grasp
Bradley's hand, bringing it to his cheek, he pressed his face against the
open palm.

"Gotcha." He said.

"This is where I'm happiest."

Bradley let the fingers drift across Anderson's cheek.

"Get naked for me baby. I want to see you strip for me."

He stepped back and stepped out of his pants, and sat back on the bed.

Anderson turned around and grinned foolishly. He was no longer the shy and
inexperienced stud waiting to be deflowered by his dominant daddy. Now he
was confident and happy, a man who embraced his sexuality and enjoyed
servicing his master. He walked up to Bradley sitting on the bed and
straddled him, kneeling on the bed with his butt resting against Bradley's
cock. Taking both hands he brushed Bradley's hair back and kissed him,
tasting the older man and savoring their contact. He draped his hands over
Bradley's back before bringing his fingers to the buttons of his shirt.
Smiling and looking at Bradley, he unbuttoned a few buttons so that the top
of his chest fell open, inviting Bradley to manhandle him.

Bradley sat still and enjoyed the foreplay, Nothing Anderson did was that
original, and yet the way in which he did it felt like the most original
thing he had ever experienced. Over the course of their relationship,
they'd done every position more than a dozen times. But even then, Anderson
always embraced Bradley like he was trying something brand new with his
lover.

Anderson let go of the buttons in his hands and reached down to grab
Bradley's beefy hands. Their bodies were different in many ways, smooth
against hairy, younger to older, toned against beefy. But their hands were
alike. Bradley remembered the first time they made love. He had laced his
fingers through Anderson's in a car and said the words "Gotcha". Now
Anderson was reaching for his. He opened his palms face up, expecting to
hold hands. Instead, Anderson grabbed both, brought them up to his chest
and placed them there.

"Bradley... would you play with my chest?"

Bradley let his hands rest against the broad and smooth muscle. Most guys
loved a firm grip and the pressure of kneaded muscle. But Anderson loved
the softest graze. It fascinated Bradley to know that he needed to do so
little to turn Anderson into a slutty thirsty whore. Just brush his chest
in soft smooth strokes and watch the walls crumble.

He reached in and tweaked the nipple, watching Anderson bite his lip and
roll his eyes from the pleasure.

"Take your shirt off for me, baby."

Anderson groaned. He wanted his chest played with right now. And Bradley's
hands were doing the bare minimum to break any focus. There was no
negotiating if he wanted to move forward. And so Anderson dutifully went
back to his buttons, fumbling at them in urgency as he loosened the
shackles of his shirt.

Bradley sat, with a wolfish grin as he watched his thirsty mate tear at his
own clothes. Anderson finished unbuttoning his shirt and tore them off of
his chest. As he brought the shirt off of his shoulders the cloth fell
behind him like crumpled gift wrap. Bradley leaped at this moment to pin
Anderson, caught by his own shirt cuffs behind in ardent arrest.

"Oh baby, you always leave yourself so open to me. It's like you never
learn."

Breathing deep and lazily he lowered his head to Anderson's chest, letting
the stubble from his chin graze along the smooth muscle. Anderson was
shaking, trembling from anticipation and the erotic play, as Bradley teased
and his nipple. He bit down and heard Anderson's head snap back from the
intense pleasure of their contact.

With Anderson's arms pinned behind him Bradley lifts them both up, through
the sheer power of his pelvis and light chewing of Anderson's nipple, he
flipped them on the bed and lifted his head up to kiss his lover's lips.

"Baby. Why are you so fucking beautiful?"

They tasted each other and nipped back and forth, as Bradley tied up
Anderson's arms with his own shirt, and let him lie back as he undid the
younger man's pants. Tugging them back, he watched Anderson's legs stretch
out as he peeled off the man's pants. The delicate denim floated off like a
balloon that had escaped its owner's grasp.

Too late. Oh well. Now Anderson was panting, his abs crunching with a bit
of sweat lazily falling off of his right side. The bold little vein which
ran down to his pelvis was working hard, pushing all the blood it could to
the lower part of his body where a thick long 7.5" cock was throbbing and
waiting.

Anderson's legs were split open, the muscular quads and bulbous calves
breathed in collective unison to be manhandled by their master

"Baby, you're so gorgeous and you're all mine."

Kneeling down between Anderson's knees he swallowed the cock in one swoop.
Anderson's head slammed back against the bed and his knees flew up. He
vainly tried to make out some sentences but was silenced as Bradley slid a
finger into his ass and snaked it against his prostate.

If he had the use of his arms he would have grabbed them, but instead,
Anderson was left with wrapping his legs around Bradley's back as his ass
tilted up higher. Bradley was lifting up Anderson's body by the power of
his little finger: prodding, teasing and massaging that prostate.

"Fu-------ckkk meeeeee"

Anderson's face contorted in pleasure as he felt milked of any
self-control. Bradley, having secured the location of his love nut, began a
strenuous project of torturing the stud with his index finger, slipping in
a second finger, he felt Anderson's cock surge past full mass as it sought
for release.

"Oh baby, I'm too tired to fuck you tonight. I don't know what we're going
to do."

This was a lie since Bradley's cock was completely hard and drooling globs
of precum on the ground.

Anderson was whimpering and bucking himself on Bradley's fingers when a
third slipped into his ass. The high pitched whimpering turned into a deep
throated hunger to be fucked.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Oh goddamn, it fuck me please sir!"

Bradley had successfully turned him from a boy into a man, both of whom
needed cock badly.

Sliding his fingers out, Bradley stood up abruptly and bent forward nudging
his hard on right against the pulsing hole and letting it pet the perineum
without penetration. Pinning Anderson's legs against his shoulders he
wedged the man up on the bed, manipulating the 200 lb stud with his crotch.

"Good night, baby, I'm so tired!"

He grinned and leaned to the side to snap off the lamp.

They lay there, panting and awake in the moonlight. Summer had come through
and the humidity was leaking sweat off of their bodies. Anderson was naked,
his legs wrapped around Bradley's body, laying on his side facing his
tormentor. Looking back at him was Bradley, the studly older wolf with his
hands holding Anderson close to him. Neither of them was anything close to
sleep, but both of them were exhausted. And horny.

Anderson felt frisky. Their foreplay had ignited his insatiable lust for
Bradley's meat. He could feel the hard member lying against his hole just
out of reach.

"Bradley, I need you to fuck me." It was a demand, not a plea.

Bradley pretended to close his eyes.

"I can't I'm too tired."

He waited. Bradley wanted to see how Anderson would react to the quandary
he was in. Eyes closed and patiently breathing, he waited.

Bradley could hear a bit of rustling and the warm sweaty body between his
arms draw a little closer. As his arms tightened their grip between their
two bodies, Bradley felt a soft moisture against his eyelids. Anderson was
kissing his closed eyes and letting his own stubbled jaw graze against the
wolf's nose. He smelled his mate. They were sweaty, raw, and glorious
scents.

His cock twitched and hammered Anderson in the taint.

"Alright, daddy, let's go to bed. But untie my arms so I can get
comfortable."

Bluff called. Bradley opened his eyes to see his prey staring him back in
his face. His heart lept a bit. And Bradley found himself untying the shirt
which held Anderson's arms behind his body. As the arms came lose one came
around to grip Bradley's chin so that they could taste each other.

"Baby, I'm so tired but I need you." They whispered to each other.

Anderson stood up and grabbed a bottle of lube off of the shelf, drizzling
it on Bradley's cock he wordlessly moved it to rest against his hole.

With a small pop of Bradley's pelvis, the massive cock began sliding into
Anderson's hole. If their first sex had any discomfort or pain, none of
that was apparent now. Now the hole embraced its owner and let it in,
lazily swiveling as it touched all of Anderson's secrets.

"Fuooooooccckkkk!"

Anderson's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Bradley's cock was well
aware of how to drive his prey crazy. Their sex had become simpler now, but
still intimate. In the silent Houston moonlight, Bradley looked up at
Anderson staked on his meaty club. Anderson's own long cock was hard and
upright, an extension of the cock inside of him. His eyes were closed and
his breathing short, as he relished that moment of initial penetration.

"You always look like it's such a new experience," Bradley said, bringing
his arms up to squeeze the meaty ass on his cock. He could feel the ass,
quivering, bringing itself to an edge without any movement at all.

"New? No." Anderson gasped. "But always amazing."

He looked down and a single tear slipped from his eyes as he gazed down at
the man he loved.

Bradley's heart pounded too and he agreed. Fucking Anderson had long past
been about novelty. It wasn't about conquest anymore either. It was about
love. They loved each other.

Gripping Anderson's waist he rolled Anderson onto his back and began the
slow but methodical work of loving his partner.

They both came after a few moments, they were too tired to sustain long
lovemaking.

"Thank God for you, Anderson..." Bradley pawed at him as he came.

"You make me believe we can love people without breaking them."
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To be continued...