Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2006 15:01:32 -0400
From: post modern sleaze <postmodernsleazefics@googlemail.com>
Subject: Fifth

Fifth.
By two people who know what real sex is.

Vynn couldn't remember when he'd gotten to the concert, or even how. All
that he knew was the music, the writhe of bodies offstage and on and
feeling not quite sober. He'd had obtained some furry thing from some
androgynous person who'd had fun with their tongue in his mouth at one
point and had completely forgotten to take it back. It was currently tied
over his shoulders over the white tee he'd worn to Wrist Broken's concert.
Who needed to dress up with people like THAT onstage? He threw himself into
the seething mass of the mosh pit and let himself get carried away.

The lights were dancing faster than the crowd even was.  The band onstage
were electric, sexual and highly entertaining.

Delaney had to admit he was having an above average time at this show.  The
best part was that he had scammed his way in.

So the ticket-taker wasn't the best-looking guy; he still let Delaney in
after just a few smoldering looks and flattering words.  He'd placed his
ass up for view and acted a little more camp than usual, and he was in like
Flynn.  No problem there.

The mosh pit was alive tonight, bodies of various states of undress
flinging themselves around, letting Delaney paw them wherever he felt it
was necessary.  He was never one to get into the pit, but you could always
find him at the edge of one, helping shove people back into the chaos.

It was only when he felt something inexplicably soft against his palm did
he actually look at the body he was throwing back into the pit.  Thin,
angular, sexy as all hell and reeking of boyslut, Delaney caught just a
hint of his face before he was lost in the crowd again.  His eyes searched
frantically

Vynn had been thrown into something tasty. Green-blue eyes lasered into his
head, the only thing that wasn't dark and kohl-smudged about that other
boy. He might have stopped had the pit not kept going, sucking him back
into that human vortex. He was more than happy to be sucked back in,
rubbing up against and into all manner of people, occasionally lifting his
head toward the stage like a drowning man towards air, only to see the
bassist and lead singer fake-fellating onstage, a little edge to stoke his
lust as he was once again shoved round in the washing machine movement of
the pit. Fuck he was horny.

The press of flesh was dizzying, Delaney thought, as he tried to search out
the crowd for that little bit of fluff and sex he had only just glimpsed.
Abandoning his post, he circled the floor as much as he could manage,
heading in the general direction of where he had seen the boy being pulled
in last.  He kept catching flashes of what he thought were him; arms, legs,
black, and hair, but all were fruitless.

Fate itself was probably in the mood to watch a bit of gay porn. It
arranged it so that Vynn was spat out of the mosh pit almost directly onto
Delaney's feet. Vynn fell over his own boots and ended up with his head on
the floor, his arms immediately coming up to protect his head from being
smushed into bloody skull paste on the floor before he could lever himself
up.

Delaney stopped his scanning of the crowd when someone just missed
barreling into him.  He glanced down and immediately bent to help the
person up, out of habit and proper pit etiquette, and was shocked to find
the very boy he was looking for.  "You!" he said, astonished.

"Me!" Vynn said back, smiling like someone who'd just committed the perfect
crime as he got up off the floor with Delaney's help. He swayed a bit on
his feet, giggling. "Good show." He said, leaning into to speak into
Delaney's ear so he could be heard. Okay, but his hand didn't REALLY have
to perch on Delaney's hip for him to do that.

Delaney smiled inwardly at the hand on his hip and returned the favor.
"Very good show," he agreed, looking up just in time to catch EJ leaning
over to lick Rune's neck as he launched into a particularly seductive
verse.  "That lead singer is fucking sexy," he added, his eyes darkening as
he flicked them back down to Vynn.  Or rather, back down to the fluttery
pulse in his neck.  Damn, but he wanted to enact what was going on onstage
with this boy.. and take it even further.

"Yeah, he's not the only sexy guy in this place." Vynn said back, staring
back at Delaney intently, moving his hips absently to the seduction in the
music, seeing the other boy's gaze on his neck and tilting his head to the
side, inviting him without words to push on with what he hoped he wanted.

Delaney's smile dropped into a smoky, seductive look as his grip on the
boy's hip became more firm, and he pressed them together, moving to Vynn's
rhythm.  "What's your name, beautiful?" he whispered into his ear before he
bent and nuzzled his nose against that threading pulse.

"Well..." Vynn said, his eyes sliding closed as he pushed back against
Delaney. "Everyone calls me Vynn. But you can call me whatever you like."
Cliche, but honest, Vynn smiled mockingly at himself and then licked his
lips in anticipation.

Delaney resisted the urge to smirk and instead busied his lips by catching
that distracting pulse between them, sucking on honeysuckle skin.  His
hands slid up those narrow, narrow hips to skin just under the oddly
immaculate white shirt, tips just ghosting across slightly sweaty skin.
"Vynn," he finally tried as he raised his head, watching the hickey darken
on his neck with a satisfied air.  "Well, Vynn, just so you know, you're
mine now."

As Delaney sucked at his neck Vynn moaned, inaudible in the music, but
surely Delaney could feel it under his mouth. He moved his hips in shallow
thrusts against Delaney as the other boy sucked on his neck, sliding his
thumbs into the other boys waistband, looking back at him with dazed
smack-blue eyes. He smiled in a smirk at Delaney's words. "Yours?" He
questioned. "You sure baby? I'm everyone's."

Delaney's gaze turned dangerous, and he slid around until he was behind
Vynn.  Placing possessive hands on Vynn's hips, hooking his belt loops,
Delaney tugged him against his body.  "Not anymore," he said seductively,
straight into Vynn's ear, his fingers turning in to claw at the fabric of
his pants, right at his crotch.

Vynn tilted his head right back onto Delaney's shoulder and whimpered
hotly, shoving his hips helplessly into Delaney's hand. "Who're you to tell
me who I can't sleep with?" He asked though, his voice low and broken with
desire but edgy.

Instead of a verbal answer, Delaney just ran one hand up Vynn's front until
he found one perfectly erect nipple and rubbed it teasingly through the
shirt, taking one of the strings of the thing attached to him and using it
as an impromptu torturing device.  He ran the string over and across the
one nipple, making it peak more, as his teeth just scraped along the skin
directly under Vynn's ear.  "Sure you want THIS to stop?"

Vynn's knees wobbled and he leant harder into Delaney, panting open mouthed
and hard and unashamed in the view of the crowd, biting the corner of his
bottom lip and looking almost in pain at the feelings Delaney was stirring
in him. "No." He said, turning his head to speak to the dark boy behind
him. "No, I wanna go all the way with you... but I wanna go all the way
with other people. With everyone. You good enough to not make me want
that?"

"I am," Delaney said confidently, one hand coming up to brush knuckles
across Vynn's lips, the other still happily working between Vynn's legs.
"And I want to go all the way with you, beautiful... but I gotta be it.
You want me, then you want only me.  You still want someone else or
everyone else, then we part ways now and I'll never touch," he paused at
this, his hand slipping under Vynn's pants and gripping him, hot and hard,
in his palm, "you again.  Your decision, baby."

Vynn's back arched and he made a short sharp moany noise, spreading his
legs a little, helpless under the touch. "How will you know I'll never have
sex again?" He asked still, his mind practically made up anyway.

"Because..." Delaney breathed into his ear, barely audible due to the
pounding music, "you're mine, and we both know it."

Vynn's eyes closed again and he swallowed hard and was gone. He nodded,
submissive, completely Delaney's from then on, going resistanceless in the
other boy's grasp. "Okay." He said. "Okay. Take me."

Delaney's look of triumph was frightening to say the least.  He pulled Vynn
back, bending his neck forcefully as he fiercely kissed him.  "To the
bathroom, the one toward the sound booth.  Go."  And he released him.

Vynn momentarily wondered if Delaney was going to kill him when he bent his
neck back, and though he knew he wouldn't, the idea made him harder than
before. He nodded as he was released, just taking a second to catch his
breath and right himself before making his way like a snake through the
crowd, slipping through the heavy door of the bathroom and waiting for his
still unnamed dominator to come and 'get' him.

Delaney watched Vynn leave without a backward glance, going obediently
where he told him to, and smiled.  He licked his bottom lip, tasting the
salt of Vynn's skin, and glanced back up at the stage.  He watched the
bassist lick his finger then run it down to his crotch, a look of pure
debauchery on his face, and decided he'd give Vynn some time before he
fetched him.  Wanted the blood to simmer.

Vynn waited for Delaney, leaning against the cold white tile wall and
waiting. He was so hot, so turned on by what was coming, and the longer he
waited, the more turned on and wound up he became. It was like Delaney was
showing Vynn just how much more than Delaney Vynn needed this, and the
complete lack of regard for him turned him on, guilt and disgust at himself
mixed in with it. He slid a little down the wall, moving hands down
himself, closing his eyes once more and sliding a hand up under his shirt
to feel himself up as he waited for his dark haired, darkly dressed lover.

Like lace-stormed darkness under heaven's brightest glow, Delaney sifted
through the crowd fifteen minutes later, halfway through Wrist Broken's
set, and headed for where he knew Vynn would be.

The white of the bathroom was stark, the room surprisingly clean and
clinical.  The only spot of unwhite was leaning against the wall, looking
like dessert actualized as he fondled his chest.  Delaney just stood there
for a moment, hands at his sides, watching with a feigned disinterested
air.

Vynn was panting, his legs stood apart, whimpering softly as he had the
fingers of his other hand as far up inside himself as he could get them,
his fingers pinching his nipple hard. He cracked an eye as he heard the
door swing, but couldn't move, the reality of being caught pleasuring
himself making him sigh, high and desperate.

Delaney casually stalked over to Vynn, walking a semi-circle path until he
was in front of him.  "Vynn's mine," he sang under his breath along with
the music that could be heard muffled overhead.  "Hot, and beautiful, and
mine, all mine."  The lazy seductive look on his face dropped as he grabbed
for Vynn's throat to tug him forward.

Vynn removed both hands as Delaney grabbed him, loving being pulled
forward, not so gone that he couldn't find the time to be cheeky. "The only
person who's touched me since you said that is me." He said, his chest
heaving under Delaney's hand on his throat. "Only I own me."

Delaney's mouth curved itself into a semblance of a smile, but it held
nothing normal smiles did.  Dark, sexy, evil, dangerous.  Lowering his eyes
to take in all of Vynn and sliding them back up, Delaney said, "I don't
have to touch you to know."  He slid behind him anyway, his hands coming to
rest on his hips.

Vynn leant back, moving his hips backwards into the cradle of Delaney's,
reached back and down to squeeze Delaney's inner thigh. "You like it behind
me, huh?" He asked softly. "You wanna do me from behind? Like boys fucking
should? Hmm?" He asked, moving his hips sinuously, rubbing himself against
Delaney's cock, his hand sliding up and down Delaney's thigh.

A growl sounded low in Delaney's throat, like a deep purr a great big cat
would make.  It most definitely wasn't one of disapproval.  His grip on
Vynn's hip became more owning, his nails digging into the material of his
pants unforgivingly.  "That sounds good," he purred out, head bent to
scrape teeth along the sensitive area just under Vynn's ear.  "That sounds
really good; you bent over and taking me all in... you want it like that,
baby?  Pressed up against the wall as I pound into you as hard and fast as
I can?  Or do you like it slow and deep, baby, hmm?"

Vynn's eyes closed against the world and he sighed in a hybrid moan,
leaning back on Delaney, still moving hot and heavy and whorish. He laid
his head back on Delaney's shoulder as the other boy ate at his neck
softly. "I want you to brutalise me." He said, his voice dropped to floor
level. "I want you to hammer into me so hard I break bones... but you don't
care... you're gonna fuck me however you want, aren't you."

The hand gripping Vynn's hips moved to grip the other side of his neck
instead, fingernails sinking into the meat between neck and shoulder quite
prettily.  Licking along Vynn's earlobe, Delaney smiled, a quick breathy
laugh coming out before he replied, "Now you're getting to know me," before
moving the fabric of Vynn's shirt to one side and kissing his other
shoulder, his nails still sharp.

Vynn whimpered as Delaney clawed into his neck, his breathing pattering as
Delaney went on and kissed at his shoulder, Vynn leaning back further,
almost like he'd overbalance onto the other boy. "I know you..." he said, a
little deliriously. "I dream you... you're the lover I try to make everyone
else be."

Delaney smiled into the kiss, then released Vynn abruptly.  "Strip," he
commanded, leaning against the wall coolly.

Vynn teetered marginally as Delaney let him go, but stood back up and
smiled back at the other boy. "Yessir." He said cheekily, before letting
the fur.. thing.. slip off his shoulders to the dirty toilet floor, pulling
the white tshirt up and over his head in a smooth, practised move. He ran
his hands down his sides and across the v above his thighs to his low black
jeans, flipping the button off before sliding out of them. He wasn't
wearing underwear and shrugged. "I had some earlier this evening..." He
said, grinning again.

Delaney watched with feigned disinterest, arms crossed, until Vynn's cheeky
comment.  A growling purr trickling out of his throat, he advanced on the
smaller boy and palmed his neck where it met his shoulder, forcing it back
a bit.  "Is my pretty one soiled already?  Who did you fuck, Little One?"
he breathed along his throat.

Vynn closed his eyes and tipped his head back, submissive and puppet-like
to all of Delaney's unspoken orders. He swallowed hard, his fingers
twitching by his sides. "Four people." He breathed. "Four people
tonight. Two at the same time."

"My little whore," Delaney growled angrily, though he was more turned on
than anything.  "Always spreading those beautiful asscheeks for someone,
hmm?"  He punctuated his statement by running one finger along the cleft of
Vynn's buttocks.  "Tell me about them, Vynn.  Were they good?  Did they
fuck you how you liked?"

Vynn moaned so light and small that it was barely a sound at all. "The
first one sucked. He was too small, I couldn't feel a thing.. the next two
double teamed me-" he brought himself back down enough to look back at
Delaney. "-I'm not stretched out or anything. Believe me. The fourth
one... the fourth one.." He shook at the memory. "He was nearly
perfect.. but not.."

As Vynn described them, Delaney's hands wandered as he once again paced
around Vynn to press against his back, his erection obvious as it rubbed
beatly between Vynn's asscheeks.  His hands felt their way to Vynn's groin,
stopping as they framed his package, then clawed their way up his abdomen
to his waist.  A bite to the back of Vynn's neck was Delaney's only answer,
wanting more detail.

Vynn groaned loud. "Fuck.." He whispered, his body arching up onto his toes
as Delaney dragged fingernails up his body, but he seemed to get the
cue. "He did me right there.." He said, pointing to the floor near the
large pipe radiator. "He fucked me into it, you might even be able to see
the bruises back there... god it hurt. He slammed my head into the
wall... he was so brutal with me, it was.. god.." He writhed a little,
moving his hips against Delaney as he remembered. "But he was too
nice.. too... he didn't speak to me, and when he did he was too nice.. it
was all play.."

"Brutal, huh?" Delaney whispered back like a smack to the face.  "You like
it rough?  You could never be raped, could you, you little slut?  You'd
like it too much..."  One hand wrapped possessively around Vynn's concaved
stomach and drew back, nails leaving stinging trails of red in their wake.

Vynn leant back so hard into Delaney he thought the back of his skull would
splinter. His whole body was tensing up as he moved his hips back into the
other boy's moaning harder as Delaney scored his skin with his
fingernails. "I need it rough." He said, almost a sob. "I want it.."

A soft kiss so out of place was pressed delicately to Vynn's throat, before
Delaney sank his teeth into the thinly-fleshed column.  "How bad?" he
asked, demanded as he let go.  "Beg me."

Vynn sighed, then drew in a sharp breath as Delany hot-and-cold treated his
neck. Whether he got the wrong end of the stick he didn't know, but he
didn't care, so he spoke anyway... "So bad... please... rape me.."

Like a badly-edited version of a Nirvana song, Delaney couldn't hardly
resist the breathy words.  Pressing the front of Vynn's body against the
cold white-painted concrete wall, Delaney covered it with his own, grabbing
Vynn's wrists and pulling them behind his back.  He tried one last tactic,
though his pants were straining.  "Why should I give you what you want?
What makes you think you deserve it, hmm?"

"I deserve it cause I'm a filthy slut. I don't deserve it cause I'm a
wanton whore. YOU deserve it cause you can treat me any fucking way you
want and I'll scream for more." Vynn panted back, his cheek against the
cold wall, teeth gritted against the blossoms of pain in his shoulders.

Delaney placed one hand on the back of Vynn's neck, pressing his face into
the concrete.  "What makes you think I even want a filthy little painslut
such as yourself, huh?" he asked cruelly.

"Nothing.." Vynn said, awkwardly from where he felt bone grind skin against
concrete. "Nothing makes me think you want me.. but you can fuck
me... anyone can fuck me... anyone who can fuck properly can fuck me."

"No!" Delaney took his hand away from Vynn's neck, flinging Vynn backward
by his wrists onto the floor, not caring how he landed.  "Not anyone, me.
You're mine, you filthy little whore."

Vynn landed hard, not even attempting to break his fall, and gasping like
someone had shoved something big in him when his hipbones and elbows hit
the tiles hard. He knew he'd have huge glorious colours there later. "Yeah?
Show me then." He said back, not getting up, but looking up at
Delaney. "Show me and make everyone else know it before I go out and find
someone else to put their dick to me."

Delaney's eyes flashed but his face remained cool and neutral, again with
the small smile stretching his lips.  Quickly he wrenched open his pants,
deftly pulling at his belt and zipper, before letting his hands hang down
at his sides again.  "You still have a lotta work to do before I'll grace
you with my cock and fuck you like you want," he said matter-of-fact.
"Suck me, slut."

Vynn pushed himself up and crawled to Delaney, kneeling between his feet,
hands on his own knees. He looked up at Delaney's cock, then further up to
his face and licked his lips. "Make me?" He asked. It wasn't even false
rebellion, but a proper plea.

Delaney gave Vynn a superior look, and smacked him across the mouth almost
as an afterthought. "The only way I'm going to make you is by refusing to
fuck you if you don't do as I say.  Now pull it out and suck it."

Vynn licked at his sore mouth from the inside, and then did just as Delaney
said, pulling the other boy's dick out and sucking it, once, from base to
tip before smiling back at him and licking his lips, waiting.

Delaney frowned and pushed Vynn's head forward with a tug to his hair.  "I
didn't tell you to stop, now did I?"

Vynn moved his head forward. "You didn't tell me to continue either." He
pointed out.

Delaney's fist in Vynn's hair pulled him backward, and he leaned down to
hiss in Vynn's face.  "I don't appreciate the backtalk.  Fucking suck my
cock or get the hell out of here, but know that tonight, no one else will
touch you.  Do you really want that?"

Vynn shook his head as best as he could with Delaney's fist in
it. "No.. no, I wanna be touched.." he panted. "I wanna be fucked
raw.. lemme suck your cock.. please? Please."

Delaney straightened, releasing his grip in Vynn's hair, and waited for him
to continue like this was a normal, everyday activity.

Vynn leant in and kitten licked Delaney's dick in tiny little swipes, from
the base to the tip, going back on himself often until he'd reached the
head, at which point he suckled the tip in like he was trying to get
something out of it, moving his hand slow and steady up and down the length
not in his mouth.

Delaney watched for a while, impassive, but when Vynn sipped his cockhead
like a straw he let his head fall back and moaned, one hand on the back of
Vynn's neck like it was supposed to be there.  He bucked his hips slightly,
wanting more of himself inside.

Vynn wanted it to, moaning softly to himself when he heard Delaney, but not
taking anymore in. He wanted it forced in his mouth.. and anyway. The
bottom was always really the one who had the power. He wanted to see if
Delaney could take it back.

Delaney's eyes shot open when his unspoken request was not met, and looked
down at his insolent little cocksucker.  He opened his mouth, at first to
say something, but all that came out was a slightly choked, enraged cry as
both hands planted themselves firmly on the back of Vynn's neck and forced
him down.

One of Vynn's hands braced himself on the tile behind Delaney as he was
yanked down, curling uselessly on the solid surface, the same way his hand
on Delaney's thigh didn't save him from being choked by half Delaney's cock
suddenly down his throat. It brought tears to his eyes, and he choked a
little getting it down, schooling himself to breathe through his nose. God
he thought he'd found the perfect lover.

Forcing a groan to the back of his throat (he didn't want Vynn to know too
soon how good his mouth felt around him), Delaney said roughly, "Suck it or
I'll make you.  You have no choice; quit acting like you do."

Vynn made a whimper that sounded like 'oh fuck yes' but wasn't quite, and
did as he was told, sucking Delaney's dick like he'd been raised on one,
massing it with his tongue and using his fingers, curling them and stroking
in the few minutes when his mouth wasn't all the way on the other boy's
dick.

Delaney's mouth curled in a vicious smile as he watched his obedient lover,
and bucked his hips to get himself all the way inside.  "That's it," he
goaded.  "Just like a good little cocksucker.."

Vynn moved his head back and forth on Delaney, letting him fuck his mouth,
concentrating on making a place for Delaney's cock that would make only one
other place feel better, another place that Vynn hoped wouldn't be empty
for long.

Feeling himself nearing the precipitous edge, Delaney grabbed the backs of
Vynn's ears and pulled him off of himself, moving away.  "Not yet..." he
hissed out.  "Soon though.  But up," his voice turned commanding again.  "I
want you facing the wall, practically kissing it, your arms behind your
back and your feet apart."

Vynn whimpered when Delaney pulled him off, the force needed, but jumped to
comply to Delaney's orders, standing just as the other boy had said, his
nose nearly touching the cold painted brick as he stood, his feet well
apart, leaving himself open for anything coming.

Delaney observed Vynn once he got into position, pacing around him like
some drill sergeant.  He kicked his legs even wider, until Vynn could
barely keep his balance.  "Bend forward," he demanded in a harsh tone, lewd
and completely lascivious.  "I want to see you make out with that wall."

Vynn stumbled a bit when Delaney kicked him but righted himself. The way
Delaney was scanning him made him feel like a bit of meat. Which, he
thought, he was. When Delaney's order came across he moaned soft and leant
into the wall, pushed against it, and licked up it broadly, bending his
head down, then up. This was a first.

"Kiss it."  Delaney was near, his words wafting across the side of Vynn's
cheek as he whispered against his face, then nuzzled his neck, bending down
to bite at a shoulder.  "Pretend you love it."

Vynn made a soft little noise and nodded, kissing the hard flat ungiving
surface hotly, like it was Delaney's cock again. He rubbed against it like
a cat in heat and struggled to keep his hands behind his back.

AS Vynn was preoccupied with the wall, doing just as he was told, Delaney
circled around til he was directly behind Vynn.  Loving the view from that
angle, he placed both hands on Vynn's hips and rubbed along the flesh there
in minute circles.

Vynn pushed his hips back into Delaney like he couldn't help it, which he
couldn't. He turned his flushed cheek to the cold wet wall and rubbed up
against it, moaning soft and low and constant.

Delaney's hand came down on Vynn's left buttcheek like a whip, the sound
loud in the echoing room.  "I didn't say you could do that!" he hissed, but
kept their hips where they were, Delaney's cock nudging between Vynn's
cheeks.

Vynn yelped high and jumped, shuddering when Delaney smacked him. He pushed
back on Delaney's cock a little bit, unable to help himself. He wanted
Delaney badly.

Delaney, already far past the brink of teasing, couldn't help how good
Vynn's ass against the tip of his cock felt, and decided to stop teasing
them both any longer.  He drove inside without any preparation or more
lubrication than Vynn's spit still on his cock.

Vynn bit his lip so hard he thought he felt blood, and he still squealed
through it. He pushed himself back down against Delaney and his head hit
the wall. "Oh fuck baby, fuck me..."

Delaney's hands on Vynn's hips had turned from a soft, curious caress into
nail-digging clenching on either side as Delaney drove forward and back
out.  He sank back in again, his eyes closed tight, all the way inside
until the zipper of his pants scratched against the delicately depraved,
bruised flesh of Vynn's backside.

Vynn moaned loud and tilted his head back onto Delaney's shoulder, his hair
limp and sticking already. "Harder, hurt me.." he begged roughly, grinding
his hips back.

Delaney jerked Vynn back hard, hoping to make him lose his balance.  "You
don't get to call the shots, slut," he said heatedly through clenched
teeth, "I'll fuck you however I want."

Vynn fell back, getting Delaney in him deeper as he slipped and leaning
harder on the wall as he did. "oh yeah, yes, please.." Vynn begged, nearly
sobbing.

Delaney edged forward, pushing Vynn flush against the wall.  "Hands over
your head, palms to the wall."  His voice was tight as he ordered.

Vynn whimpered and did so, his hands going white he pressed against the
brick so hard.

Delaney leaned over, fully buried inside Vynn and unmoving.  He caught
Vynn's earlobe and bit it harshly, sucking it into his mouth before letting
it go and whispering, "Tell me what those other guys did to you, Vynn.
Tell me how they fucked you."

Vynn wailed quietly when Delaney bit his ear, then still tried to move his
hips, moving tight against the wall. "My first guy's dick was too small. He
seemed ok, he pulled all my clothes off and shoved me over the toilet seat
but his dick.. all he did was leave bruises..." Vynn was getting
harder. "The next two were mates... they came in and watched the first guy
finish up on me, then just pried my mouth open so one guy could put his
dick in. Then the other one opened me up a bit more when he did me,
spitting me... then they did me at the same time..." Vynn sighed soft,
rocking back against Delaney, trying to get him in more. "I was making so
much noise I can't believe you didn't already know.. and then.. the third
one... fuck.." He shuddered.

"Tell me about the third one," Delaney said quietly, his hands now
massaging Vynn's hips again, his own rocking slightly back and forth,
willing his body to keep itself in check and not explode right then and
there.

Vynn was gasping softly, half-gone in what he was remembering. "He dragged
me out of the toilet." He whimpered. "straight off onto the floor. Then he
kicked me and dragged me onto the tiles and spat on me.." Vynn writhed
slowly. "He picked me up and threw me against the radiator...." Vynn
swallowed hard. "He rested my back on it then threw my legs up and hammered
into me.. it hurt so bad... he fucked me so good... my head cracked into
the wall and when he came he shouted things at me... but he said sorry
after." He said, sounding a little disappointed.

"God..." Delaney said breathlessly, his hips rocking more, but still almost
in afterthought.  "It must have been so good for you... little slut... you
like it so rough..."

Vynn moaned harder. "Yes... so good... please.. please make it better,
please..."

Delaney shoved Vynn further into the wall, one hand snaking around to seal
over his mouth.  "No more talking," Delaney said angrily, his cock pulsing
inside of Vynn.  "You shut up and enjoy the fucking you are about to
receive."

Keeping his hand over Vynn's mouth, Delaney allowed his other hand to hold
Vynn by the small of his back to the wall as he drew out agonizingly slowly
only to pound back in as hard and fast as he could; once, twice, three
times, gaining speed with each thrust.

Vynn breathed heavy through Delaney's hand on his mouth, his moans
muffled. As Delaney picked up speed he got more noisy moaning continuously
as Delaney rammed into him angrily, pushing his hips back into Delaney on
each ram in and wanting more, getting lightheaded from the suffocation.

Delaney could feel the pull of orgasm within his body, and slowed his pace
down to an agonizing crawl, before pulling out completely.  Without warning
he grabbed Vynn by the back of his neck and flung him back down to the
floor on his back, covering him with his own still-clothed body an instant
later.  He leaned over Vynn on one hand above his head, the other grabbing
Vynn's chin and lifting it until their eyes met.  He said nothing, his gaze
intense.

Vynn's whimpers grew more desperate, his moves more disjointed as Delaney
slowed down. He made a noise as he hit the floor suddenly, winded. When
Delaney lay on top of him, staring back at him, he swallowed hard and
shifted under his body, his eyes begging because he'd been told not to.

Delaney dipped his head down and kissed Vynn's pouty and swollen mouth
softly, in great contrast to his hand as it slid down Vynn's chest until it
found a nipple and twisted it harshly.  "I am going to fuck you so good,"
he whispered against Vynn's lips.

Vynn breathed in sharp and arched his body up when Delaney abused his
chest, keening into the kiss, which he opened for submissively.

Delaney's fingers let go of Vynn's nipple with one vicious twist before he
raised his forearm and placed it against Vynn's soft, white throat.  He
sneered as he broke the kiss and pressed it against his windpipe, sealing
it off partially.  He drove himself between Vynn's cheeks and inside in one
fluid motion, letting his weight between Vynn's thighs seat him fully.

Vynn made a sound like something crying and reached up to hold Delaney's
arm, holding it firmly on if anything. He made a choked noise when
Delaney's shoved back, but sighed, as much as was possible, at the feeling
of being full again.

Delaney pulled back out, so dangerously close to coming, and drove back in.
As he did, he pressed harder on Vynn's throat, totally cutting off his air.

Vynn fought to breathe but couldn't. He struggled a bit, not letting
Delaney pull off, scared he wouldn't let go soon, scared that he would.

Delaney snarled, fucking harder, deeper, anything, letting go, wanting
Vynn's legs around his waist but enjoying it all the same.  He watched the
purple color Vynn's face was turning and it was suddenly too much.  Leaning
up, Delaney jerked his arm away as he began coming, and pulled one fist
back and hit Vynn hard in the face with it as he let out a back-bowing cry.

Vynn fought, thrashing as he couldn't breathe under Delaney's arm, but
choking hard as Delaney fucked into him like an animal. He took one gasp of
air until Delaney's fist smashed into his face, his head snapped back
against the tile and his orgasm mugged him as hard as Delaney had just
fucked him.

Delaney collapsed on top of Vynn, coughing, all of his strength having been
behind that single blow--all that wasn't involved in fucking the boy silly,
that is.  He caught himself on the heels of his hands just in time to keep
from crushing Vynn beneath him, but it was a task.  His cock spasmed inside
Vynn, filling him completely.

Vynn moaned softly, feeling his own cum between them and Delaney pulsing in
him, and he exhaustedly reached his hand down to circle Delaney's cock in
his ass, then licked his finger clean of Delaney's cum, sucking it
afterwards.

It took several moments for Delaney to finally lift himself off of Vynn but
when he did, he stood with his softening cock out, dripping cum down the
front of his pants.  "Clean it for me," he ordered after a moment of
admiring Vynn sprawled out on the bathroom floor like he was, looking so
pretty and beaten.  His cheek looked rubbed, an angry red.  Delaney knew it
would bruise a gorgeous purple by the next day.  He wished to see it.

Vynn curled up slow, groaning in pain, then got on his hands and knees and
licked at Delaney's cock, taking it into his mouth and sucking it clean
methodically, his own cum running off him stickily.

Delaney leaned his head back, eyes fluttering shut as the tiny licks of
Vynn's tongue, moaning as his dick was sucked clean.  "Now my shirt," he
commanded, holding out the fabric covered in Vynn's own cum.

Vynn gave Delaney's cock a wet kiss and a final lick before he moved his
mouth to his shirt, sucking at the fabric to get it clean, leaving it wet
where his mouth had been. His face was aching, his head as well from the
blow and the air deprivation and he was sore all over.

After Vynn licked everything off, with just the tiniest bit left on his
lower lip, Delaney yanked him up and more split his face in two with his
own tongue than kissed him.  His hands gripped Vynn's forearms hard.

Vynn melted back against Delaney again, too soon after all that sex for him
to get hard again, but he felt like he wanted to. He breathed hard, trying
not to suffocate again on just the kiss, and kept his eyes closed,
imprinting everything.

Delaney broke the kiss with a rough tug to the back of Vynn's hair,
wrenching him back and turning away.  He picked up Vynn's pants and threw
them at him.  "Get dressed, slut."  He tucked himself back in.

Vynn caught the pants with a flinch as they hit him, then slowly got back
into them, licking his lips all the time. He coughed as he zipped them up,
his throat sore, and ran a hand through his hair, combing it with his
fingers to get it to lie in some kind of order. The effort was a complete
waste. He waited to see what Delaney would do now.

Delaney looked down pointedly at Vynn's messy stomach, and walked over.
"You're still dirty," he said as he got down on his knees and looked up at
Vynn, searching his face.

Vynn took a step back, looking at Delaney like he couldn't compute what he
was doing. He rested a hand on his stomach, stroking his fingers on the cum
still there. "I'm always dirty." he said back.

"You can't be dirty any longer," Delaney said cryptically, softly.  He
pulled Vynn's hand toward his mouth and sucked his fingers, without
breaking eye contact.

Vynn tensed a bit, and his eyes slid shut for a second, but he opened them
again and wiggled the tips of his fingers in Delaney's mouth. "I already
am. How would you stop me?"

Delaney shook his head before standing up and backhanding Vynn across the
face again.  "I didn't say you could talk, did I?"

Vynn jumped back, immediately submissively dropping his eyes, and shaking
his head in response to Delaney's words. He was very confused, but guessed
the other boy was after another round.

Delaney dropped to his knees again and licked off Vynn's belly before
pulling him down and shoving his tongue in his mouth.  The command was
unspoken.

Vynn dropped like his knees broke under him, and sucked and kissed and
licked at Delaney's tongue like it was another little cock, tasting himself
in the dominant taste of Delaney.

Once the taste was gone, Delaney ended the kiss and stood back up, leaving
Vynn on the floor.  He turned toward the door then put his back against it,
looking at Vynn with hooded eyes.  "I'm leaving," he announced.  "If you
think you can find better than me, you're free to go.  If not, you're free
to follow me."

Vynn stayed where he was and looked back at Delaney, his expression only a
little wary, if anything. "What'll I be following you into?" He asked
quietly.

Delaney's smile lit his face slowly and dangerously.  He already had him
hooked, he knew.  "That doesn't matter.  The important thing is, you'll be
mine."

Vynn couldn't think of how anything could get better than Delaney's dick.
He put a hand to his face and felt the rising heat of a bruise and he knew.
He'd been marked and owned already. "You own me already. Like a dog."  he
got up and moved over to Delaney. "I'll follow you wherever you go."

Delaney only smirked and put a possessive arm around Vynn's shoulders as he
scooped up his other things and walked out.

The End.
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