Oh Boy, You’re So Cute.

Clark scrolled through his phone and read out the article. “Things an Alpha male will never hear: ‘Oh boy, you’re so cute and nice. Let me take you home and ravish you.’

Percy interrupted. “Why not?”

“Because Alpha men do the ravishing.” Clark stated.

“And Alpha woman ravish the oh so cute boy.” Jenny chimed in.

“This Alpha stuff is such bull.”

Jenny and Clark exchanged a look that spoke volumes. Both were remembering a night which illustrated their point precisely.

It had happened months ago. Clark, Percy and Jenny had been hanging out when Clark got called in for an unexpected night shift.

Jenny lay down beside Percy, their heads touching as they watched the small laptop screen. He had insisted that she experience his favourite film, so she was indulging him. To her surprise she was actually enjoying it. This had less to do with the comedy and more to do with the fact that every character had a rich cockney accent that just did things to her. It was a strange side-affect but she managed to keep it under control. She smiled to herself as the men spoke at a rapid-fire pace.

Every now and then his short hair would catch on hers and she’d notice the heat radiating from his body. She had a dreamy moment of nostalgia as she remembered the way her old boyfriend would lean their heads together and doze on long journeys. Occasionally their strands caught and entwined, resulting in a small tug that spoke volumes about sweetness and familiarity to her sentimental side.

The film ended and Percy rolled over to face her, eager to see the obvious delight that should be on her face. She nodded, smile still in place.

“Okay, I admit, it’s good.”

“It’s be’er than goo’, it’s brillian’.” He replied in imitation of the character’s accent. Jenny felt her body, already humming with the accents and nostalgia, tune into Percy as he unwittingly used one of her turn-ons.

She mentally chided herself. This was her best-friends mate she was hanging out with. Alone. In a small bed. In a big empty house.

It was just the memory of her ex stirring things. That was all. Besides, the boy was a virgin.

She struggled to pay attention as he chattered away to her about the magnificence of the film. When he turned his head the glare from the screen danced across his glasses, obscuring his big blue eyes.

Jenny also happened to really like square glasses.

He smiled, the dimple in his right cheek making an appearance.

She had no idea what he was saying anymore. His face was far too cute to bother listening to the drivel that fell out of it.

Unable to contain herself, Jenny leant forward and pecked him on the cheek.

Percy stopped talking and cocked his head.

“You’ve got a cute face.” She admitted.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and pecked her cheek in return. “You’re cute all over.”

She decided to take that as a compliment and pulled him into a hug, raining kisses on his cheek. The last fell wide of it’s mark and hit his lips.

Percy flipped over and pinned her to the bed. He hovered there for a few moments, bare torso pale in the laptop light, watching her. The smile was gone.

“You have got to work on your seduction skills.” He decided.

Jenny opened her mouth to object but was silenced by his soft lips pressing against her own.

She melted. Smooth hands ran across her shoulders and face, caressing her lightly. His mouth kneaded against hers, coaxing blood to the surface until her already plump lips were red and swollen with desire.

She ran her hands through the soft blonde bristles that covered his head and down his silky smooth back. His torso was long, longer than any man she’d been with before. She traced her way down to his flared hips that hinted at strong thrusting power.

“So you li’e the bri-ish, huh?” he murmured in her ear. She arched against him and pulled him back into a kiss, swirling her hips against his as he slid his hands down to her waist.

Something was niggling at the back of her mind as she stroked his flank.

Virgin. Right. “Are you okay for this to be your first time?” she asked. “You didn’t want something more special?”

He shook her head.

“Okay. Good.”

The pair stripped down. Percy pushed her back against the pillow and nibbled his way around her breasts, eventually getting the idea of sucking on the sensitive flesh. Jenny encouraged him by running her hands along his shoulders and being extra verbal when he did something good.

Her hands travelled lower as she remembered the sensitive area down the side of his back. She reached down and scratched the no-man’s land between flank and back, enjoying the way it made him tense and lose concentration. She’d whiled away many long car rides stroking the area when he least suspected it and was delighted that it was proving far more exciting than amusing now.

As she ran both hands down the twin hotspots his breathing hitched. He pulled away, rising up to tower over her in all his elongated height. “Right, I’m ready. “ He declared, the accent forgotten.

Mildly disappointed she passed him a condom. He rolled it on far more expertly than most experienced men she knew. Before she had time to wonder he was already sliding inside her. She squeaked as the tip brushed her cervix. He pulled back and entered all the way in again. This time she was ready and reveled in the spark of pain his length caused. He adopted a reliable drummer’s rhythm and soon she was pushing back against him. Each time he leant over to press his lips against hers she arched into him and thrust back harder.

Eager to try everything, he requested doggy. Unable to bear him driving through her cervix each time she tilted her pelvis and gritted her teeth quietly. The angle threw him off and she was able to enjoy the warmth of his smooth chest pressing against her bare back as the he rocked back and forth. Despite the pain his length caused, he was still gentle with everything he did.

Just as Jenny thought she might never find the balance between excruciating pain and mild pleasure he reached around and began to stroke her clit. In the circumstances it was a sweet gesture but not the domination she needed right then.

She pulled away and pushed him onto his back, straddling the confused boy. Planting both hands on his long chest she began to grind against him, brushing him against her cervix to spark off the chain reaction of intensity and slight pain she craved. Finding her pleasure point she raced towards orgasm.

She didn’t realize how loud she was being until she heard her own moans echoing off the walls of the empty house. The boy was quiet, his breath hitching with each movement from her rocking hips as she alternated between sliding on and off his long cock and grinding it into her cervix to accompanying shockwaves of pleasure.

She shuddered and nearly collapsed on him as she came without his help.

Feeling her squeeze around him spurred him into action. He held her hips lightly and began thrusting up from below in his slightly erratic rhythm. She rose off his hips to allow the movement and clenched to see what reaction she got. The breathing hitched again and he resumed at a slightly harder and faster pace. She dug her knees into his side and rocked back and forth as he managed to squeeze a small orgasm from her quivering insides. Emboldened he strove for eight more, driving harder as he gained more confidence with each orgasm he achieved. For the final orgasm he sat up cross-legged and pulled her into a firm embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

She leant over to smell his hair as he thrust, running her fingers through the blond bristles as he regained his rhythm. Jenny came with a shiver. Triumphant he gently leant her backwards so he could slip out and manhandle himself to a quick climax.

Depleted, the boy quickly fell asleep. Jenny stayed up a bit longer, admiring his long torso and soft pink lips as she allowed herself to be impressed by the efforts of the former virgin.

She rolled out of bed when she heard Clark come home from his nightshift.

Excited, she ran out to the hallway to tell him that she had successfully taken Percy’s virginity.

“So, how many times?” he asked the standard question.

“Ten. He wanted to make it an even number.” She replied happily.

He smiled his crooked smile and fist-bumped her before she remembered that it was his best mate she was referring to. The one currently asleep upstairs.

Jenny started to explain and apologize but it was too late. Clark had a nasty glint in his eye. He gripped the back of her neck and led her back upstairs to the bedroom where Percy lay asleep.

Marching straight past the unconscious boy he pushed her down onto the spare mattress that Percy was supposed to be using and clamped his left hand over her mouth.

The hand gripping her neck released and yanked down her underwear, exposing her still-swollen lips. Without warning Clark buried two thick fingers inside her and pulled out all his techniques. She jerked and writhed under his touched, the screams building inside but unable to burst past his left hand.

She came in seconds from his brutal administrations, shuddering violently as he continued to press buttons deep inside her without mercy. He added another fingers and stretched her wide, sending a jolt of pain through her lower regions and making her hiss with pleasure as it rolled back, carrying a wave of ecstasy. She came again and again, approaching the ten Percy had so proudly brought her to. As the tenth orgasm rolled over her body Clark added a forth finger, tearing her slightly. She still tried to squirm away to no avail. Clark had her pinned.

With fierce determination he fisted her, smashing the walls between pain and pleasure and sending her spiraling into a strange dark place where orgasms court masochism and dance to the music of the vengeful.

Through sheer willpower she managed to remain conscious as the fourteenth consecutive orgasm was dragged from her helpless body.

Clark released her. She lay on the bed, limp and panting. When she opened her eyes the light was glinting off the man’s unusually sharp canines. She felt her stomach tighten. Those teeth were only revealed through the most devilish of grins.

Amazingly, Percy hadn’t stirred throughout the entire onslaught. Clark’s hand had provided enough of a sound barrier that her cries had been ignored and her writhing had attacked the bed sheets more than the eardrums in her pleasurable agony.

Clark gripped her neck one last time and leaned over her, a stocky silhouette in the dark room.

“I’m better.” He whispered.

His status as the alpha male in the room secured, he rolled over and went to sleep.

Clark turned off his phone and looked at Percy. “You’re just whining because Jen’s more Alpha than you.”

Percy riled. “That is such a load of-“ Jenny dragged her nails along Percy’s hotspot. He whimpered and hunched over, sentence forgotten.

“Oh Percy.” She grinned. “You’re so cute.”

– J.B. Sutherland

Russian Roulette

Sophie sat at the table with the three freedom fighters. She smiled blithely at Kieran, a small blonde with large blue eyes and the inability to keep his mouth shut. He’d lost his train of thought several minutes ago but he was still talking, oblivious to its derailment.

Living in such close quarters with the boys made modesty impossible, so she had given up and was eating breakfast in a small silk nightdress. None of them had so much as glanced at her.

Sophie finished her cereal and the four dispersed. It was Jacob’s turn to clean dishes. Keiran hovered near him and continued his stream of one-sided conversation. Mike headed straight for the living room across the hall.

Now was probably the safest time to shower, while they were occupied with morning duties and procrastination. She’d learnt to work around their odd schedules after recurring incidents involving bathroom and bedrooms entered without warning. The boys treated her like one of them, which meant she was privy to the same invasion of privacy as anyone else.

Sophie slipped into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. The boys had something against closed doors. It was their army training, it triggered off some internal alarm in their trained instincts.

Warm water cascaded from the shower nozzle across her waiting hand. She climbed into the bathtub and stood under the jet, steam rising gently from her chilled form. She eyed the rings that once held a curtain and made a mental note to put up some bedsheets or something. After a few moments she closed her eyes and relaxed.

Reaching for the shampoo she lathered her hair into a bubble crown, the water thundering in her ears.

The door swung open and Mike marched towards the basin.

Her eyes snapped open and her hands flew to cover her most vital parts. She hunched in the corner of the tub. Mike ignored her, brushing his teeth. She stared at him indignantly. He rinsed and walked out again, leaving the door ajar.

She let out a little shriek of exasperation and stepped out, shampoo sliding across her shoulders. She grabbed a towel and held it in front of her as she went to push the door shut.

A soldier appeared in front of her, gun raised at head-height.

“We’ve got another one.” He yelled down the hallway, keeping his eye on her.

She stood frozen, water cooling on her bare skin, the towel dangling uselessly.

The soldier gripped her by the arm and walked her down to the front of the house.

Keiran, Jacob and Mike were being pinned to the floor by pairs of burly soldiers who seemed to be taking mild delight in kneeling on sensitive areas. Mike was staring sullenly at the wall, his arm twisted into an impossible position. Jacob was wriggling in an attempt to find a weak point anywhere in the grips.

As they approached Sophie became aware of muffled yelling. A soldier pulled Keiran’s head up from where he’d been pressing it into the carpet.

“Run run run run!” Keiran yelled, displaying his astounding lung capacity. His eyes fell upon Sophie. “For god’s sake run!” he shouted as the soldier slammed his head into the ground once more.

The gun pressed into the base of her neck. She froze once more as terror swept over her.

An officer detached himself from the ranks of men lining the opposite wall, guns pointed at the freedom fighters should they succeed in breaking their restraints.

The officer walked over slowly, taking in the scene. He stopped in front of Sophie and eyed the towel she was still clutching protectively to her torso.

He spun on heel and addressed the soldiers. “Gentlemen! Let us see what’s behind curtain number one!” He ripped the towel from her shaking hands and threw it at the restrained boys. “Leverage.” He crowed softly.

The men roared with laughter as Sophie tried to cover herself. Jacob groaned and looked away. The officer turned to face her.

Against her better judgement Sophie tried to back away from the horrible grin spreading across his features. Her back pressed against the soldier as cold gunmetal dug into her skull.

The officer took a step forward and leant down until they were face-to-face. “Easily broken leverage.” His hot breath hit her face, making her painfully aware of the cold that crept across her flesh.

He grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the wall.

Sophie slid to the ground, nose and chest aching from the impact. Fingers clawed her skull and her arms were yanked behind her back. She was dragged into a standing position, bent almost backward to meet the man’s sadistic grin.

He twisted her hair, turning her towards the boys to prevent her hair ripping out.

“Who feels like talking?”  he asked them cheerfully.

Keiran was already unconscious. Mike continued to stare resolutely at the opposite wall. Jacob was turning red as he continued to look away.

“So that’s how it is?”

Sophie felt the tears begin to form. They weren’t going to stop him.

Cold metal brushed her thigh. She gasped.

“Perhaps a game of Russian roulette will loosen your tongues.”

He dragged her into the kitchen and pushed her across the table. The wood was like ice against her stomach. She tried to push herself up but two pairs of hands held her down.

The sharp metallic clink of bullets hitting the floor echoed across the tiles. The click and spin of a gun re-chambered. She was shaking, muttering nonsensical prayers under her breath to whoever would listen.

“One bullet.” The officer declared to the remaining conscious boys through the doorway. “Six chambers.” He slid a hand down her right to grip her hip. “Three holes.”

She clenched as the realization hit her.

The hellish fires of the male body pressed against her back. “Six to one is fair odds, wouldn’t you say?” the man said in a low voice.

Sophie bit her lip and tried not to scream as the cold metal of the gun forced apart her clenched walls.

She waited for the trigger to be pulled, for the agonizing pain of her insides being ripped apart by searing metal.

The gun was pulled out.

“Flip her over.” Commanded the officer. “I want them to see the terror on her face.”

The two soldiers dragged her onto her back. She seized the moment to kick wildly but only succeeded in brushing fabric. The men dragged her further up the table and two more soldiers held her legs.

The officer watched her and slowly licked the gun, tongue trailing over the barrel.

Sophie thrashed desperately. The officer leant forward and smacked her across the face with the handle. She gasped at the pain, stunned.

The gun slid across her lips teasingly and with sudden force was shoved down her throat.

“Suck it.” The officer demanded.

Her eyes watered. The gun clinked against her teeth.

The officer leaned forward menacingly. “Suck it.” He said again, leaving no doubt that refusal would result in all six pulls of the trigger in an instant.

Gasping for air she closed her eyes and slid a tongue across the barrel. It tasted sharp with a hint of tanginess.

“Suck it good or the odds become two to one.”

The men were watching he rintently. She could feel their gaze even with her eyes closed. The barrel began to warm, absorbing the heat of her mouth as she sucked it.

The trigger was pulled.

A hiss of air hit her tongue and she screamed. The sound was obstructed by the gun.

“Three to one.” The officer stated and slid the gun from her wet lips. She stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed with terror, panting.

“Round two.” He let the gun trail down the length of her body. “But where to put it…”

The metal grazed her clit and against all reason her body responded. The officer grinned and flicked it again. She jerked slightly. He leant forward, pressing the barrel against the sensitive nub.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She shook her head wildly but gasped and twitched as he flicked the muzzle across.

“You filthy liar.” He lunged to grab a fistful of hair and yanked her head towards him. She cried out in pain. “Filthy liars get punished.” He snarled and thrust the gun inside her. She screamed as the weapon drove her clenched walls apart.

He slammed the gun into her, watching her face intently.

The sting and nip as edges caught gave way as blood flowed to the area. The knuckle clenching the weapon smacked her clit with each thrust. She began to quiver. Her body was responding whether she wanted to or not. She felt her cheeks grow hot and her breath come in short pants as the pressure began to build.
She wrenched away from his grip and arched her back, crying out at her shame cascaded down her legs.

Someone broke ranks and experimentally pinched her nipple. She moaned and arched into the unexpected hand.

There was the sound of a zip being lowered near her head. An eager lad pressed his member against her face.

The animalistic desires took over. She turned and engulfed the offered member and sucked, exhilarated at the feel of silky skin against her tongue. There was a startled gasp from it’s owner and it began thrusting into her mouth.

A tongue darted across her breast and swirled around her nipple. She pressed into the hot wet mouth and was rewarded with a soft bite. She keened and felt the electric shock shoot straight to her groin. Her hips began to buck of their own accord, desperate for every inch of the elongated object inside her.

The pleasurable motion halted. A painfully strong hand gripped her hip, forcing her down. She desperately tried to buck, to resume that ecstatic pace. The member slid from her mouth as she turned to look at the offending weight.

The officer held her gaze and slowly pulled the trigger.

A dull click sounded.

There was a small sigh of relief from the surrounding soldiers.

Sophie was beyond fear though. Her loins ached and the delicious crest of ecstacy was slipping from her grasp. She keened her urgency, head raised, mouth slick with her efforts.

“See how she begs for her end?” the officer commented to the boys outside the kitchen. “So easily broken.” He grinned.

He brushed the gun across her entrance and she tried to buck. It slid along the wealth of juices and slipped between her cheeks.

“So desperate.”

She needed something inside her. Anything. The ache was unbearable.

“She’d take anything.”

It pressed against the sensitive ring of muscle between her cheeks. She pressed back, the entrance already slick from the overflow of her excitement.
The heated metal pressed against her, eliciting sparks of excitement. There was a word. A word that would end the ache and her slow descent into insanity. She knew it. Through the haze of desire she found the word she needed.

“Please.” She whispered.

The officer grinned.

“Please, please.” She managed to call out, rocking against the cure to her ailments.

“And so she begs.” He said to the boys. “You can end her suffering. Just agree to divulge your information.”

“Please please please.” Sophie cried as loudly as she could summon the breath for.

“No?” The officer shrugged. “Too bad.”

He thrust the gun inside her arse.

Her world exploded in pain. It was too big, too angled, too sharp. She screamed, tears streaming from her eyes as her insides tore.

“You can end her suffering!” he called to the boys above the sound of her sobs. He began to pull the weapon out but she was clenching in agony and only succeeded in pressing it into the walls.

She gasped, an explosion of unimaginable pleasure shooting through every nerve in her body. The pain was still there but that pleasure drove it to the edges of her mind. He tugged again and a moan escaped her lips.

“Agony!” he called out, sounding somewhat unsure. “You can stop it!”

“She’s too far gone.” One of the soldiers commented. “Look at her eyes.”

Sophie looked at the nearest soldier with half-lidded eyes. They weren’t even holding her now, her limbs were limp. She had less power to move than she had to string together a coherent thought.

“They’re not yielding sir.” Someone stated.

There was the clatter of feet on tiles. “Sir, there’s reinforcements sir! They want the freedom fighters!”

He looked down at Sophie’s limp form.

“Then she’s useless.” The officer decided. “Useless leverage.”

He pulled the trigger.

– J.B. Sutherland