Authors: K.A. Merikan
Scavengers: Collection - Books 1-4 (Zombie Gentlemen) (m/m zombie steampunk erotic romance) (32 page)
James looked away, refusing to answer. Excitement and shame were an odd mixture, but his cock rather liked it. His whole body tensed in alert when Ira paced back to his original place behind James, sliding the cold paddle down James’ back and over the curve of his backside.
“How many?” James whispered, already anticipating the hit. Only now did he realize he started trembling at some point. He didn’t care though, knowing that Ira found his vulnerability desirable.
“How many do you want?” was the answer he got.
He was so surprised at the question that for several seconds, he couldn't bring himself to speak. “None...?”
Ira let out a long sigh. “You’ve lost your chance,” he stated, moving back. Moments later, the paddle slapped right in the middle of James’ buttocks with a loud smack.
He thought he was ready for it but the spreading, pulsing pain made him cry out.
“Shut it, little pervert!” Ira moved his hand to James’ mouth, pressing a clean cloth inside. All James was left with was a whimper. He couldn’t explain why this type of pain got him so excited, but the mind-numbing cocktail of fear, pain and humiliation made his balls pull up and his prick drip. With each blow came a sting, but the after-burn was all pleasure, heightened by the idea of being obscenely exposed. With no option to move, tied to his own desk, with a piece of fabric muffling his cries as the paddle hit his ass hard over and over, James let himself go. The sweet pain spread all around his body, knees getting weak, the backs of James’ thighs burning with strain of trying to escape the strikes he loved.
It was getting hard to breathe and Ira was not sparing him any blows, delivering each without even a trace of mercy. Tears started dripping down James’ cheeks, he didn’t even notice when. Aching turned into numbness and then into torment yet again, as Ira moved his attentions to James’ thighs. When he couldn’t bear it anymore and was close to pushing the cloth out of his mouth with his tongue to beg for his lover to stop, Ira suddenly dropped the paddle with a loud thud, and felt James’ burning skin with a bare hand.
James let out yet another muffled cry. He didn’t remember the last time he was so shaken. It wasn’t even about the pain. This whole situation unleashed something deep within him, making him weep like a child even though he wasn't the crying type.
“What should I do with you?” Ira punctuated the sentence with a sharp slap to his rear.
It made James howl like an animal and shift his weight from one foot to the other. His body was strangely tense and relaxed at the same time.
“What? I don’t understand,” Ira teased him, slapping James' aching buttocks over and over again.
James’ whole body trembled and he was surprised that throughout the experience, his cock didn’t go soft for a second.
“Do you find that exciting, dirty boy?” Ira asked, suddenly pinching his buttock.
James squeaked in surprise, trying to look over his shoulder, but Ira grasped his hair in warning. His ass was pulsing with every touch.
Then there it was. Ira’s fat, slick cock penetrated him in one abrupt move. James’ eyes went wide, and once more he cried out through the makeshift gag. It was so unexpected, he writhed his hips, frantically dragging his feet over the floor. Ira grunted behind him and James knew the grip on his hips would leave some bruising, but he didn’t care. By now, his whole backside was probably red, black and blue. He was strangely relaxed after the spanking and Ira took full advantage of that, starting a frantic rhythm, his hard cock pistoning in and out of James’ anus, as if they were a well-oiled machine.
James could barely breathe, his pulse beat hard in the bound wrists, in his ears, against his ribcage, and around every inch of that thick length James loved so much. If Ira kept up that pace just a moment longer, James would come just from the pressure inside, the beloved ache of his sweet spot being assaulted time after time. The tender skin of his buttocks stung every time Ira slammed against his hips.
“Ah, fuck that’s good,” he gasped above James, too caught in pleasure to stay in character. His thrusts were quickening up to the point when all of James’ body felt like jelly.
He gave into it and, only seconds later, a wave of heat shot up from his balls, ricocheting through his loins and he came with a muffled groan, instantly slumping onto the desk, absolutely satisfied. His muscles were still pulsing around the stiff cock within him and he had trouble catching his breath with the cloth in his mouth, but it didn’t occur to him he could push it out with his tongue.
The feeling of his beloved’s heavy body collapsing on top of him moments later was heaven. Their muffled gasps filled the silence and James felt so tired that he could have fallen asleep then and there if Ira didn’t move. He lazily pulled the wet cloth out of James’ mouth.
“Oh God.” James had to inhale a few times, before he could say anything more. “It’s like you... release the beast within me.”
He heard a low hum as Ira pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. “You love it so much.”
“I don’t remember when I would cry like that,” James whispered absent-mindedly, delighting in Ira’s weight on top of him.
Ira sighed, gently brushing his fingers over the side of James’ thigh. “You in a lot of pain?”
“I don't even know anymore,” he muttered. “But be gentle.”
Ira exhaled, slowly withdrawing. “I’m sorry if I overdid it.”
“Oh no!” James managed a hoarse laugh. “It was good. Took me to places I didn’t expect. I now feel... You know, like when they apply leeches and it cleanses the blood.”
“Ah, you did?” Ira laughed in disbelief, spooning James from behind with a happy murmur. “You’re the best that eva ‘appened to me.”
“I didn’t expect it to be that intense,” James confessed. “Extreme.” He tried to brush his cheek against Ira, but his lover pulled back to cut him free.
“Wanna go back to school?”
“Only if you’re the teacher.” James smiled and slowly rolled to his back beneath him, the wood pressing into his tender backside. Ira made a quick move as if he wanted to simply turn him over, but stopped in his tracks, probably remembering the beaten cheeks. He slid between James’ thighs, crossing his lover's ankles at the small of his back.
“Yeah, what ‘bout Robin and whatwastheirnames?” He gave James a tender smile. No matter what Ira said in bed, that smile always made James confident it was right to let him and allow himself to enjoy it.
“What about them?” He loved Ira's strength. The fact that he could carry James without much trouble even though James wasn't small or thin.
“Ya wanted them to fuck ya, didn’t ya!” Ira bowed to kiss James’ sweaty stomach.
James’ gaze followed his lips down, marveling at the way Ira would turn from beast to kitten. “You liked the thought.” He turned the topic around.
Ira snorted, looking at him playfully. “I did.”
“I liked those boys once,” James admitted and stroked his own head.
“Would ya like--” Ira trailed off, running his fingers over James’ skin. “What ‘bout now? If ya met’em?
“What about now? What do you think?” A sudden wave of insecurity chilled James to the bone. Was Ira serious about those questions?
Ira's lips pressed into a thin line as he searched James' face for whatever it was he was trying to find. “Ah, would ya still want it. If ya met’em?”
“Do you think that of me?” James pouted.
“I dunno... I’m askin’.” Ira exhaled loudly, entwining their fingers.
“No, I do not want to be fucked by three men in a row. I actually find that very offensive, Ira." James felt heat rising to his face once again, even more so when he heard Ira chuckle.
“Ya do?”
“I do and it is not amusing. I really don’t know what to say. You think that of me? That I’m a man of that sort?” James bit his lip, but he didn’t move his fingers out of his lover's grasp.
“There’s nothin’ wrong with wantin’ dirty things,” Ira said after a moment, gently playing with James’ hair. “And I ask, ‘cause ya only knew me that way.”
James shook his head. “I want dirty things, I know. But that suggestion is just plain filthy.”
“What ‘bout gettin’ on with ‘em separate?” Ira looked into his eyes with what seemed like innocent curiosity.
“No, I only want you." James' discomfort reached the point where he started trying to slide out from under Ira. After the intense spanking and sex, he wasn’t much of a force though.
Ira shook his head, then crawled onto the desk to lie next to James and pulled him on top of himself. “You are unbelievable.”
“What about you? You want me to do filth like that? You don’t care?” James’ heart ached at that thought. Wasn’t Ira jealous of him? Didn’t he want him for his own?
Ira’s eyes widened and he immediately pulled James closer. “Ah, I didn’t mean it like that!” He kissed his cheek quickly, as if he were afraid James wouldn’t let him.
“Mm?” It was actually a good idea for James to lie on top as his backside was pulsing after the beating. It was much better than the previous position, so he laid his cheek on Ira’s collarbone for comfort of hearing his heartbeat.
“I don’t want to... keep ya from doin’ things ya’d like to.” Ira breathed slowly, taking his time to think. “I’ ad my share of filth. Lots of it’n’ I don’t think it’s bad.”
James sighed. “You know I have a dirty mind, but I only want to do these things with you.” He looked up, searching for understanding in Ira’s eyes. His heart leapt when he saw a flicker of acknowledgement.
“Sure.” He stroked James’ hair. “I’m not willin’ to whore ya out either. Yar too sweet.”
James didn’t know if he should laugh or slap him. He decided to go with the former.
“Sweet. You believe that, love.”
Ira bit his lip, letting his eyes wander about the ceiling. “Well, yeah. I’ve never met a man like ya. Well, not in that way.”
“Handsome, smart and eager?” James raised his eyebrows with a smile.
“Its hard to describe, really.” Ira stroked James’ cheekbone with his thumb. He swallowed hard, gaze locked on James’ eyes. “I love yar heart.”
James smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
The End
Zombie Gentlemen (series):
In His Shoes (October, 1887)
Scavengers:
July (July, 1893)
August (August, 1893)
September (September, 1893)
Eton Mess (September, 1893)
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Off with Their Heads! (September, 1907)
About the Author:
K.A. Merikan is a joint project of Kat and Agnes Merikan, who jokingly claim to share one mind. They finish each other’s sentences and simultaneously come up with the same ideas. Kat and Agnes enjoy writing various kinds of stories, from light-hearted romance to thrillers. They love creating characters that are not easy to classify as good or evil, and firmly believe that even some villains deserve their happy endings. It is easiest to find them in galleries, good restaurants and historical sites, always with a computer or notebook, because for Kat and Agnes, every day is writing day. Future plans include lots of travel and a villa on the coast of Italy or a flat in Paris where they could retire after yet another crazy venture, only to write more hot homoerotic stories.
Kat and Agnes started as popular authors of online serials written in their native language, but are now focused on reaching a wider readership by writing in English. As K.A. Merikan, they have published a number of books, which cross genres while always staying homoerotic.
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Scavengers
:
The
Scavengers
collection belongs to a bigger project called
Zombie Gentlemen
. There are many stories to come, that are all based in the same universe, but can be read as stand-alone novels and novellas. Though, in subtle ways, all the stories from the
Zombie Gentlemen
series tie in together.
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