Friday, December 4, 2009

Control, pt. 1 (Beat Up and Dicked Down)

Nicholas is one of the hottest ‘IT BOYS’ in Miami. He’s 24 years old with caramel skin, a 5’10 frame, a perfect round ass, and a 9 inch dick. He has ONE problem: His boyfriend, Justin. Justin is cute. He’s 6’1, chocolate skinned with short, wavy hair, a nice smile, a GREAT body, and a thick 11 inch pipe.

So what’s the problem?

They live together in a condo overlooking the beach. They have two dogs, a chihuahua named Coco and a Pomeranian named Prada. Their house looks like a scene from MTV Cribs, complete with flat screens, pool tables, gaming systems, and designer furniture.

Still don’t see the problem?

Nicholas is currently in the hospital...for the fifth time. He’s not sick. He’s not dying. He got into a fight with his boyfriend, AGAIN. Now he has a black eye, a bruised lip, a bloody nose, and several cracked ribs (AGAIN). He has to come up with a lie to explain his injuries to his friends and family members (AGAIN) although they know what’s really going on.

Justin rushed into the hospital room with flowers. The room was already filled with cards and flowers sent from friends and well wishers.

“Baby I’m so sorry. I’m gonna get help. I can’t keep doing this to you...”

Nicholas looked at his lover with disgust as he laid the flowers on the table next to him. Justin kissed him on his forehead. 

“I  love you, Nicholas”

Nicholas could barely talk

“Oh really? This isn’t love” he replied with a tone of anger and resentment.

“I can’t keep dealing with this shit, J”

He laid back and closed his eyes as the nurse delivered his medicine. She looked at Justin, then looked at Nicholas and gave him the pain medicine.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome, sweetie”

She rolled her eyes at Justin as she left the room.
“Baby I’m sorry. I’m gonna make this right, I promise”

Nicholas wasn’t impressed. Justin has been spitting the same game for 3 years. He’s been promising that he would change, but everything stays the same. He needed time to clear his thoughts.

“J, you need to leave. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Baby I---”

“Just leave. I don’t wanna hear that shit right now!”

Justin gave his boyfriend a kiss and walked out of the room. Nicholas had been to this point before. He was ready to leave, but usually couldn’t find the courage. He had a feeling that things would be different this time. He decided that he would pack his things and leave the house the next day. He would take a few weeks off, find a new place to live, then start working on his next novel. 


Nicholas came home from the hospital and immediately began packing. He grabbed two suitcases and packed most of his clothes and prized possessions, including his MacBook. He placed his belongings near the front door and did a final sweep to make sure he didn’t forget anything. He was about to leave when Justin came home from the gym.

“Where the fuck you think you goin?”

“I can’t do this anymore, J. I can’t take it.”

“Where the fuck you gonna go? You aint shit without me!” 

“Fuck you!”

“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry, please don’t go!”

Justin attempted to hug him but he pulled away. He kept trying, but Nicholas kept pushing away until he noticed the bulge in his basketball shorts. He gave in...he allowed  Justin to hug him and caress his back as he kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. Justin took off his shirt and they moved into the living room. Nicholas laid down on the couch and Justin laid on top of him, kissing his neck and his nipples. Nicholas pulled down his jeans and his black/white striped boxer briefs and eventually they were both naked on the couch. Nicholas put Justin’s 11inch manhood in his mouth and pleasured it with the skills of a professional porn star. Justin was moaning.

“Ohhh shit. Yeah baby, that’s it”
Nicholas got up and grabbed a Magnum. He came back to the couch, ripped the gold wrapper, and slid the condom down his lovers dick. He positioned himself on top of his lover and prepared to RIDE. He sat down slowly. He took it inch by inch, and started rocking his hips back and forth. Nicholas started rocking slowly, then moved faster and faster as Justin grabbed and smacked his ass. They switched to the missionary position. Justin grabbed Nicholas’ thighs and started pounding his ass harder and harder.

“Damn baby, I’m about to nut!”

They both came.

“I love you,” Justin said as he collapsed on Nicholas’ chest.

Nicholas didn’t respond as they fell asleep on the couch.


  1. That picture, that picture. Soooo damn distracting. I almost forgot about the story...

    Interesting story. a dumbass. I don't care how good the dick is. Ain't no mf gonna be kickin' my ass for no 3 years and get away with it. I'd be in jail for murder after the 1st time...

  2. This was amazing Prologue to Control. I can't wait wait wait to read the rest ugh, I'm like in tears but smiling at the same time how good and juicy this is. I have a scenario in my head where this is going but I want to see your vision. Bring It ON!

  3. Damn i wudda take my dick n leave...fuck that fallin asleep shit....

    I hope Nich get his black ass outta there and I hope you update like right now soon...

    and by the way...i borrowed the it begged me too