Scavengers: Collection - Books 1-4 (Zombie Gentlemen) (m/m zombie steampunk erotic romance) (15 page)

“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.

“Ohh 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.”

“Is this normal? Is this what you usually do?” whispered James and, in a lazy move, he hugged him by the neck.

“Nothin’s normal with you, boy,” Ira whispered, pulling him close and gently running his fingers down his partner’s back and over his hypersensitive buttocks. He clearly felt James’ body shiver at the touch.

“It isn’t?” asked the younger man in a worried tone.

“No, you’re somethin’ else.” The other man took hold of James’ leg and put it around his hip. He liked the feeling of closeness shared with another warm body, it almost seemed that for once, every barrier was gone.

“I think I won’t be able to let you go,” said James, kissing his jaw with affection. Ira’s body softened at the tender caress as his hand kept roaming along the other man’s thighs and buttocks. It felt so natural to lie with him like this.

“So? What do we do ‘bout it?” he whispered. He really wouldn’t mind spending some time with him. There was something about James that made him want more and he kept wondering just how serious he was.