Clipped (The Clipped Saga, 1) by Devon McCormack (9 page)

A blow from behind knocked him down, forcing him onto

the top of the desk, amidst the stray paper and files.

He hardly had time to react as an arm reached around his

thigh and flipped him on his back so that his wings lay stretched out beneath him, flapping amongst the stacks of papers, some of

which were slicing into his back.

Kinzer propped Dedrus’s legs up til his wet hole was lined

up with his erection. He stuck it right back in. It stuck catacorner, sending a sting rushing through Dedrus. As Kinzer’s dick tore across

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his flesh, it pierced into the depths of Dedrus.

It was as if a thousand swirling vortexes of relief were

spiraling across Dedrus’s chest. It was a sensation he could’ve only hoped for, and here it was, delighting him beyond anything he’d

believed possible.

Kinzer wiped his hand across Dedrus’s abdomen, col ecting

some of the pre-cum that was still stuck in his bel y-button. He licked pul ed his fingers to his mouth and licked it off.

“Oh, that’s good,” Kinzer said.

Dedrus could hardly hear him. He was too busy savoring

Kinzer’s cock, feeling it against the sides of his ass. Feeling it tear and rip. Feeling it throb.

Kinzer leaned forward, gaining leverage and making broad

strides as his head nearly left Dedrus’s hole, but then swiftly

reentered, striking its furthest distance and sending Dedrus into a fit of spasms as his body was ravaged with hypersensitivity.

As Dedrus returned to his senses, he remembered the battle

that he was having with Kinzer and he was determined to not let

Kinzer come anytime soon. Pressing his shoulder-blades against the desk, he bounced up, his fists clenched and punched Kinzer’s cheek.

Unphased, Kinzer snatched Dedrus by his wrist, and as the

other fist came at him, he snatched it, too.

Dedrus wasn’t about to give up that easily. He wiggled,

struggling against Kinzer’s hold.

He yanked his pelvis back, his ass sliding across the papers,

escaping from Kinzer’s cock. As he was freed, he jerked to the side

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and rol ed off the desk. Kinzer lost his grip and dropped him.

SMACK!

Dedrus hit the floor and scrambled to his knees.

Kinzer pounced on him from behind, forcing him back

onto the floor. He grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the carpet.

Dedrus tried to use his elbows to fight, but his wings

obscured his attack.

“Godfuckingdammit!” Dedrus cried out. As much fun as

the game was, he couldn’t believe how bad he was losing. He swayed his hips violently back and forth, hoping to make it a chal enge for Kinzer to get back inside.

Kinzer’s erect cock stabbed against his cheeks a few times,

clearly missing their target.

The failed attempts delighted Dedrus, who giggled with

excitement.

“You fucking douche!” Kinzer exclaimed.

Dedrus continued to sway, but as he reached one side,

Kinzer’s dick rushed in.

He reared his head back. It was the most painful, but the

most delightful sensation he’d ever experienced. His head tossed back and forth as he writhed in the delicious sensation that poured through his back, as if his nerves had been shot ful of morphine—

everywhere except his ass. Pre-cum projected out of his head, onto the carpet.

It was too much for him to handle. He caressed his hard

cock against the floor, forcing it against the rough carpet. His cock

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needed relief. It needed to come.

“Harder, harder!” he begged. “Please, harder!”

Kinzer released Dedrus’s wrists and pressed his hands against

the back of his wings, arching his back, pushing his abs forward, as he thrust with al his might in and out of Dedrus’s ass.

Dedrus knew he should be quiet, considering how many

people were probably sleeping, but he couldn’t. He screamed out.

Dedrus struggled against his cock’s desperate attempt at

climaxing. He moved his ass in circles, another move that he’d

acquired through his profession.

It must’ve been more than Kinzer could handle, because

Dedrus felt him swel . He loved knowing that Kinzer was filling his hole, his come spewing deep inside him. And a quick thrust as

Kinzer’s dick slipped across his own come sent him deeper in

Dedrus than he’d been before.

Dedrus’s cock was like a gun as a runny, translucent pre-cum

preceded a flurry of thick, white pockets that soared through the air and scattered across the carpet.

Dedrus’s legs quaked. His back trembled.

Oh, I fucking needed that
.

~

Kid stood before the door.

The minituresque room reminded Kid of some of the

fucking rooms at Jerry’s, except it was far less empty. On the far end,

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by a window, was a twin bed. The comforter and pillows were piled together in the middle. Across from the bed was a desk with an old computer and printer. Surrounding it were mounds of paper. Books and CDs were scattered across the floor.

“My only rule is,” Treycore said, “don’t fucking hog the

covers.”

He unbuttoned his shirt.

Kid eyed the twin bed.

“Um,” Kid began, “maybe I should just sleep on the couch

downstairs.”

“Are you saying you’re a cover hog?”

“What? No. I just don’t want—”

“Then don’t be stupid. No reason to sleep on the couch.

We’re al adults. We can share a fucking bed, right? What? You

worried I’m queer?”

Kid shook his head. Although, he’d hoped.

Treycore undid the last button on his shirt and slipped it off.

It took a bit of effort, considering how tight the shirt was against his flesh. Kid’s eyes fixated on the curves at the edges of his abs, the sculpting just under his plump chest. Treycore had tiny, perky

nipples. Kid’s mouth salivated as he imagined licking, titillating them. Treycore tossed Kid a suspicious glare.

Kid’s eyes raced around. Had he been caught?

“You gonna get ready for bed?”

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“Oh, yeah,” Kid said. He walked over to the bed, sat, and

untied his shoes.

“You younger mortals smel worse than the old ones,”

Treycore said, unzipping his jeans. He pul ed them down with his underwear, revealing his massive cock.

It was even bigger than Kid had realized at the bar. And he

wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. It almost seemed too big for any human to take.

Treycore’s ass muscles shifted about as he walked by a door,

opened it, revealing a closet, the bottom piled with clothes. He threw the jeans and underwear on top of the others and forced the door back shut.

Kid slid his jeans and shirt off. He slipped under the covers,

trying to keep Treycore from seeing his rock-hard erection.

Treycore opened another side door and stepped into a

bathroom.

“You need to wash off?” he cal ed out.

Kid heard a creak, fol owed the sound of running water.

“No. I’m good.”

What he real y wanted to say was, “Yes, and will you fuck

the shit out of my while we’re in there?”

“Suit yourself.”

Kid could hear the water slapping against Treycore’s skin. He

wished he could have been in there, tasting that enormous cock,

trying to see how far he could get it inside him. He might not have been able to get it in far, but he figured he could surprise Treycore

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with how much he could take. Even if he couldn’t take it, he would do whatever he needed to so that Treycore could get off. He would lick and suck till his gums bled. He would let Treycore slap him around, spit on him, abuse him. It was a smal price to pay for the pleasure he would experience just by feeling that body against his.

A part of him was just glad that he was going to get to be so

close to Treycore’s hot body. He just hoped that he wouldn’t try to hump him in his sleep. That would be embarrassing.

Kid fixed the pillows and the covers around him. When he’d

positioned everything just right, he rested his head on the pillow. It felt so much better than the cots at Jerry’s.

A few minutes passed before Treycore stepped out of the

bathroom. He shifted his hands back and forth as he rubbed his

back with a towel, leaving his nude muscles on display. Kid couldn’t help but look.

Treycore ran the towel through his hair and tossed it in the

bathroom.

Making his way back to the bed, he switched off the light

and scooted under the covers, leaving just a few inches between he and Kid.

A streetlamp shone through the window, covering the room

in an orange glow.

Treycore closed his eyes, rol ed his head back. A bulge in the

covers moved up and down.

Waves of heat rushed through Kid. His cock couldn’t get

much harder.

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“You mind?” Treycore asked.

“No.”

Treycore’s eyes shifted to Kid’s concealed cock.

“You wanna get off, too?”

“Um...yeah.”

Treycore pul ed the covers down, revealing his rigid muscles,

tense, swel ing as he massaged his impressively massive dick.

Kid slid his boxers down and wrapped his fingers around the

shaft of his penis.

“That’s a pretty good size,” Treycore said. “For a mortal, that

is.”

“Thanks,” Kid said, not sure whether Treycore was offering

an insult or a compliment.

Treycore licked his fingers, dipped his hand down and

rubbed the liquid over his thick flesh.

“Sorry,” he said, “I don’t have any lube. Here.”

He licked his fingers again and wiped them across Kid’s

head. Kid’s cock tightened as it grew even bigger. A ripple, like an electric shock, rushed from the head of his dick to the back of his pelvis.
Is this realy happening?
Kid wondered. He hoped it was.

Treycore went back to stroking his own dick, rubbing his

thumb over its head, massaging the base of his shaft with his pinky.

He closed his eyes, tossed his head back.

Even his thick, veiny neck muscles aroused Kid.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Treycore moaned.

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Kid just wanted to sit on his cock. He wanted to feel

Treycore’s arms around him, his fingers kneading his flesh, his

thumbs torturing his nipples. He wanted Treycore to rol over, trap him beneath him, force his hot breath across his face and curse into his ear. But Treycore just lay beside him, jerking himself off.

Kid scooted ever-so-slightly closer, attempting to feel

Treycore’s body heat. Just a little. That’s al he needed. He hoped he wouldn’t notice the movement. But Treycore’s eyes squinted open.

He looked to Kid, his blue eyes sparkling, his curling blond bangs fal ing over his eyebrows.

“You mind givin’ me a little help?”

Kid’s mind scattered with confusion. Did he just ask that?

Or was that in his head?

He stared into Treycore’s eyes, waiting to see if something

would happen to prove he wasn’t serious. Nothing.

Kid couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His mouth dropped

onto Treycore’s chest, engulfing his pec.

“Oh, fuck yeah!”

Kid’s tongue swirled around his tit. His hand slid across

Treycore’s abs. They felt as hard and solid as he’d imagined they would. He let his fingers delight in every groove, every sinew. His mind whirled with excitement.

“Ah! Oh!”

A huge load, like whipped cream spraying through the air,

spilt across Treycore’s abs and chest.

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Several drops landed on Kid’s abs. They were warm, and

they were Treycore’s. He continued rubbing his own cock, feeling himself nearing climax.

Treycore smirked. He rol ed on his side and leaned til his

lips were right beside Kid’s ear. “Thanks for the help,” he whispered.

As his hot breath hit Kid’s ear, Kid exploded, shooting like a

geyser in an arc that landed on his abs, slipping through the grooves and crevices.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah!”

Treycore hopped up, grabbed the bathroom towel, and

wiped himself off. He threw it to Kid, who did the same. After

returning the towel to the bathroom, he hopped back in bed,

turning away from Kid, without another word.

What just happened?
Kid thought.

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Kinzer kissed his way down Dedrus’s stomach.

After their first delicious encounter, they’d fucked their way

into Dedrus’s room. They savored each other for a third time. It was just what Kinzer needed: a good fuck to make him forget about al the other horrible shit he had to deal with.

Kinzer descended onto Dedrus’s swel ing cock, his tongue

swirling, his lips dripping with saliva.

“Oh!” Dedrus cried.

BANG!

Kinzer’s mouth withdrew. He sat up, alert. “What the—”