Scavengers: August (8 page)

“You think I
care?” he asked in a rough voice, sliding a hand down the willing
body to cup a round buttock. “I can just use you like a cheap
harlot...”

“Oh!” James
whimpered, with his hands on the wall. “You wouldn’t!” he said,
pushing his hips towards the hand in a hungry, lustful manner.

“No?” Ira
teased and then suddenly yanked James’ trousers down. After a short
fumble with the fly, he lowered them to just below the other man’s
buttocks and brusquely slid spit-slick fingers between the juicy
halves.

James struggled
to hold back a squeal, as his muscles tensed up. He was now
obscenely exposed and enclosed between the cold wall and Ira’s hot
body. “Or maybe you would!” he gasped.

Ira’s breath
caught in his throat as he massaged the tiny opening gently. It was
burning hot and he immediately remembered how tight it felt around
him when he rode James. “Givin’ up the fight already, eh?”

“N... no!”
James stuttered a bit and froze for a split second, before trying
to grab Ira’s arm in a swift move. The other man wouldn’t let him
and delivered a harsh slap to his backside.

“I’ll ride you
like the filthy trollop you are!” he said, grinding his hips
against James’, kissing his nape passionately.

“Oh God! You
can’t!” he was panting, and Ira knew very well it was not fear or
embarrassment that James was feeling. The side of his creamy
buttock was already turning pink. “Keep it in your pants!” he said
harshly, struggling in Ira’s grasp.

“Or what?” the
other man demanded, once again striking his partner’s butt, before
swiftly unbuckling his own thick leather belt. “Gonna rip your ass
open, m’lord!” he said mockingly.

“I’ll call for
help and they’ll hang you for this, scum!” Once again James tried
to push Ira away, only adding to his partner’s excitement. When he
finally managed to get him off himself for a short moment, Ira got
a glimpse of his flushed cheeks and stiff prick.

“Who’s gonna
hear you here?” he panted and suddenly struck James with the belt.
“You’re all mine!” he whispered into the other man’s ear.

A short,
surprised scream escaped James’ lips as he practically melted into
the wall. “Someone will come and find me!” he cried. Taking
advantage of his partner’s helplessness, Ira quickly snatched a
thick, yellow rope from between the pillows. Having dropped the
belt onto the floor, he could now freely yank James’ hands back to
tie them together, both still tangled in the shirt. He kept the
hemp thread handy whenever he hoped for somebody to spend the
night, as he rather liked his young beauties helpless.

“They find you
bound, with come drippin’ from your hole!”

“You wouldn’t!”
gasped James, wide-eyed, his hair out of order.

“I would!” Ira
hissed, knotting the rope expertly and taking a step back to once
again slap him with the belt. He remembered there were scenes of
flogging in the erotic drawings James collected and he definitely
wouldn’t mind fulfilling such a fantasy.

“I’ll have your
ass whenever I want!” At the moment he said it, he knew that was
what he wanted and something told him that the other man would find
this perspective hard to resist as well.

“And I won’t
have a say in this!?” demanded James breathing heavily and
fidgeting in an attempt to look back. It was half-hearted, if that
and Ira wasn’t all that surprised. James was practically begging to
be fucked.

“You’ll have a
say in whether you want to suck my cock before I stuff your hole!”
hissed Ira, once again striking the other man’s bottom. He let out
a shaky breath, quickly opening his fly to relieve the unpleasant
pressure on his erect member.

“What kind of
man are you!?” James managed to walk away a few steps when he
wasn’t held in place, which caused his trousers to fall lower, down
to his knees. Ira was now glad Joshua went out for the night. It
mightn't have been this steamy if he were in the other room.

“A thug,”
laughed Ira, suddenly pinching one reddened buttock and yanking the
lowered trousers all the way down to the man’s ankles. “Now
still.”

“I knew I
should have left you with the policemen!” James squealed at the
pinch and looked at Ira, eyes practically black with excitement and
tension. The other man breathed, freezing for a moment, but then
grabbed James’ jaw with rough fingers and gave him a harsh, almost
bruising kiss. His hand fell on the bare buttocks repeatedly,
delivering sharp, loud strikes with the belt. Blood pulsed in his
veins like a wild river, as he took this man for himself.

After a while
James couldn’t help it any more and let out high-pitched moans as
thick leather came into contact with his soft skin time and time
again. He leaned against the wall with his cheek, breathing
hoarsely. Ira moaned at that sight, unable to stop himself. “Ya’ve
such a red ass... gonna be so tight and hot!” he commented, drawing
back to the bed to get a jar of salve.

“Are you sure
you thought this through!?” asked James in a whisper, looking back
at Ira, his gaze sliding over his body from top to bottom.

“I do what I
want,” Ira said breathlessly, slicking his fingers as he touched
the hot buttocks. They were burning hot as he spread them to push
one finger in. He did it in one swift motion, but watched his
partner’s reactions just in case.

James tensed
up, but didn’t protest. “Oh God you do...” he whispered, closing
his eyes and trembling a bit. Ira yanked his head by the hair,
kissing him deeply. He loved the smooth feel of their tongues
sliding together in a needy dance. He felt the satiny smoothness of
his lover’s snug hole and quickly added another finger, wanting the
hole to stretch, accommodating all that he gave.

James
reciprocated the kiss, moving his hips back and forward, as if
already anticipating what would happen next. Despite the enthusiasm
he was extremely tight, which meant that Ira had to take his time.
He did not mind though. “You grip me ‘cause you wan' it so much?”
he asked hoarsely as he spread James’ entrance in gentle moves.

“Oh I do...
When I remember how it was throbbing in me...” James sighed, his
chest moving fast as he gasped for air.

“Was deep in
ya!” murmured the other man, thrusting his member against his
partner’s hip. The reddened flesh was burning hot and he smiled.
“Like bein' ‘elpless, eh?”

“I don’t want
the choice...” whispered James, closing his eyes. His trembling
lips were like candy, ready to be devoured. His comment made Ira
shiver and he slapped the side of James’ thigh with a loud
smack.

“Not givin’ you
one, you bunter!”, he gave a husky laugh, twisting his fingers
inside of the tight anus.

James was
pushing towards him, all excited. “I can’t say ‘no’ then!” he
moaned.

“Ya can!”
hissed Ira, pressing his fingers against the tiny nub inside his
partner’s body, his tongue tracing the shell of his ear. “I’m just
not gonna listen!”

“‘No’?” James
moaned and leaned in to the touch. “I’m not a bunter though...” His
hips started moving slowly, as he was adjusting to the feeling of
penetration.

“How not?! Ya
spread ya legs for me!” Ira hissed into his ear, and fished a penny
out of his pocket. He smiled, showing it to his partner. “Recognize
that?”

James looked at
him, eyes opening wide and cheeks burning red. He opened his mouth
as if to say something, but couldn’t utter a word.

“What is it, ya
dirty slut?!” Ira pressed his fingers deeper into him, adding a
third one. He was panting with animalistic lust. James was pretty
much a perfect bedding partner: clean, beautiful and extremely
passionate.

“I’ll do it
only for you...,” he said, looking into Ira’s eyes with half closed
eyelids. The other man felt a shiver go down his spine.

“Liar,” he
sighed, “Ya cheap whore.” As Ira’s fingers went in once more, James
voiced his pleasure, body pushed into the wall. Back muscles tensed
under pale skin. “So I’m givin’ you this as pay for yar ‘ole!” Ira
let out a shaky breath as he pulled the other man’s hips farther
away from the wall. He pressed the cold coin against the
aristocrat’s soft lips. “Take it and bend ova'.”

James opened
his mouth with ragged breaths and licked his fingers before taking
the penny. He was somewhat shaky, with hands tied, but bent over
nonetheless, obscenely parting his legs. Ira could hear his nasal
moans, though his face was hidden under the cascade of hair, head
tilted downwards. Ira moaned, pulling back a bit to look at him. He
already knew he would fuck him all night. The satiny skin looked
gorgeously violated by his hand and belt, and as he withdrew his
fingers, he could see the shadow of the anus. He felt his own pulse
picking up its pace and with no hesitation, he pressed against the
tempting buttocks and slowly thrust his cock into the tight
entrance. A moan escaped his lips as he felt the head of his cock
pushing through the vice-like channel.

He had to grab
James’ hips, as the man almost fell to his face at the push. “Oh
God!” he cried, “Fuck me like that!” His speech had a bit of a lisp
with the penny in his mouth.

Ira laughed
with enthusiasm, but closed his eyes as his prick was finally
buried whole in the hot, willing body in front of him. “Yeah?” he
gasped, grabbing the other man’s long hair and forcing him to bend
almost in half, “Bent over like a dock harlot? For a penny?! As
cheap as they go!”

James uttered a
high-pitched whine, breathing fast through his nose. His muscles
were trembling from the unnatural position, only letting Ira feel
more in control. It was probable that if he actually let him go at
this moment, James would fall over.

Fighting the
urge to start a fast, merciless rhythm, he dug his large fingers
into his partner’s hips, withdrawing from him in a painfully slow
motion, before pushing his penis back in. He loved to watch its
entire length entering another body. It made him feel like a
conqueror.

James’ tight
body moulded to fit his cock. With every move, he would hear a
panting moan from his lover, reinforcing Ira’s confidence in what
he was doing. It was hard to see his face, but James’ bound hands
would clench into fists every now and then, showing just how
intensely his body reacted.

“I bet you’d
give yourself to anyone in the nearest street just to have that
dirty hole stuffed full of dick!” Ira hissed, riding him hard and
fast now. His eyes marvelled at the way those rosy buttocks moved
with every powerful thrust. The tightness, the feeling of James’
insides shifting around him was overwhelming.

There was a
loud slapping noise in the room, as their skin met, but they
couldn’t match the tone of James’ grunts and moans. All of a
sudden, Ira felt the muscles around his penis tighten and start
pulsating, as his lover came, spilling his seed on the floor.

“Oh! Oh...!”
James lisped, writhing with his hips like a wild animal.

“Ohhh fuuck!”
Ira hissed through tightly gritted teeth, as he pushed his partner
towards the bed, his penis never leaving the trembling body.
Forcing James to kneel on the edge of the mattress, he rode him in
a furious rhythm up to the moment when his body tensed, filling his
lover with spunk.

James’ ass was
arched high up and his face buried in the pillows while he gasped
for air. His body was obviously weak and still trembling after the
bliss he just experienced. Even his knees were sliding apart as if
he couldn’t keep them together anymore. Ira panted, pressing his
sweaty face to James’s back, as fatigue overtook him. “You liked
it, boy?” he asked, gently stroking the other man’s back with his
fingers.

“So good...”
lisped James, with closed eyes, his breath still not in order.
Pushed by Ira, he fell onto the velvet spread, with the other man’s
whole body weight on top of him. Ira smiled and placed a chaste
kiss between his shoulder blades, before withdrawing his spent
member from the slick hole. He gasped, kneeling down to catch a
droplet of sperm on James’ sack and then followed its trail to
gently lap at the loosened entrance. It felt wonderfully soft, wet
and the idea that he just fucked this hole was just unbearably
exciting. He ate the tender opening for a few moments, which
allowed him to overcome his own sleepiness a bit. With a soft
grunt, Ira stood up and looked at his partner for a long moment,
before releasing his hands.

“On ya back”
asked Ira in a tired voice, letting his body drop to the bed.

James moved
slowly, with a tired sigh, but he managed a soft smile from under
his hair, when he finally looked into Ira’s face. The older man
stretched on the bed with a content murmur and ran his fingers
through his partner’s hair. Slowly, his eyes never leaving James’,
he drew closer, opening his lips for a kiss. His lover eagerly
leaned into him and after a moment of slow, lazy kissing, James
smiled at him.

“Now you’re the
whore,” he said and Ira realized he had a penny in his mouth. He
laughed, sucking on it and pulled the other man close.

“No, ya just
gave me my money back, ‘cause you liked it too much to take
pay...”

“N... no!”
James blinked, reaching to Ira’s lips. The man laughed, grabbing
his wrist in an iron grip and spit the penny out in the general
direction of the door. James smirked, struggling, to see how firmly
he was being held. “You dishonest punter!”

Ira
straightened, overpowering him with ease and lowering his entire
body weight on James. “Dishonest? Want another slap, you
punk?!”

With a sigh,
James gave up the fight, relaxing underneath the other man. “I’ll
be good now.”

At this
declaration, Ira smiled, feeling a pleasant heat rise in his belly.
He slowly kissed the salty skin on his partner’s neck before
releasing him. “I’m not gonna let you sleep tonight.”