The Wretched Tales
2014-2016 Revised © 2017
by Sharita Lira
Writing as BLMorticia
Edited by Kym Reed
Cover Art Erika
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Blast From the Past
you really need isn’t truly what you truly desire.”
from Burnt Ash’s Unhealthy
rang in my head while I shoved Nicolai out of the elevator.
“Yeah well, I need
you Trey, but you’re busy hugging up with your woman.”
stud?” Nicolai turned around.
Just the thought of
Trey’s refusal made me sick to my stomach. The man I called myself
falling for dropped me like yesterday’s bad trash and now I had to
make nice with Nicolai to keep my career intact.
Too bad we aren’t
Nah he ain’t
horniness, I hated this sonofabitch just as much as I desired him.
Forcing him off the roof of this hotel would be satisfying, but it
would stir up another set of problems my feeble psyche wasn’t
prepared to deal with.
quickly walked ahead of him and plucked my keycard from my pocket.
“Come on, hurry up
Corey. We gotta show to play tonight and I wanna make sure we get to
spend the rest of afternoon all
I could hear
Nicolai’s smug smile through his voice. Man, I hated ending up with
the shorter end of the stick.
“Yeah, yeah.” I
kneed his hip and pushed him inside my room.
“Damn, you’re a
grumpy bottom,” he joked and slid his black leather jacket from his
shoulders. Once he had it off, he stood there with a look of hunger
in his eyes I couldn’t ignore.
Damn this cocky
Yeah, it didn’t
matter that I was hurting from being rejected and despised Nicolai. I
still wanted to fuck him like there was no tomorrow and since we had
the moment, I’d get that chance.
“Who said I was
bottoming?” Horny and angry as hell, I snatched my t-shirt from up
over my head and tossed it aside. “I may be the sorry one, but your
ass is mine right now, bitch.”
“Who the fuck you calling, bitch?” Nicolai looked over his
shoulders. “I don’t see anyone else here and from what I recall,
the one calling the shots.”
aren’t.” I unbuckled my pants, sliding them downwards and removed
them along with my shoes. Before he could say another word, I took
two steps towards him and shoved him on the bed. I pinned him to the
mattress with my body and crushed his lips against mine. Right now, I
lusted Nicolai and wanted his ass wrapped around my cock.
Today, he‘s due in
the ass reaming of his life and I’m just the man to provide it.
Shit, I’m a
Just to catch my
breath, I stopped kissing Nicolai. I inhaled sharply and pushed my
hair out of my face.
To make a point
about my control, I clasped both his hands, keeping them over his
head. “And who’s
in charge again?”
Lips swollen and
staring back at me starry eyed, Nicolai gasped, “Fucking hell,
Corey Patrick. Damn you’re like a bad drug, ya know? I guess−”
“No, no, no guess,
who’s in charge Nicolai Zander?”
We’ll play you’re little game, Corey, but don’t get any ideas
thinking this shit’s permanent.”
I cocked an eyebrow
and flashed him a sly grin. “Whatever.” I leaned in, cutting off
his breathing with my own mouth again while rubbing the head of my
cock against his crotch.
underneath me and bucked his body against mine.
I responded, finally
letting go of his lips with a pop. I smacked his chest and twisted
his nipple with one hand, while I slid the other downward to work on
his jeans. Once I got the buttons free, I shoved them down to his
ankles and squeezed his nutsack.
“Oh shit, Corey.
caressed his jewels and stroked his shaft. Though I was excited that
Nicolai was hard as nails in my palm, I had to impale his ass first.
One good fuck
We would be going
there later on tonight but for now, I’m topping my lead singer and
making him mah biatch!
While continuing to
turn his nipple like a radio dial, I spat on my other hand, rubbing
some of my saliva between my fingertips. While kissing his lips, I
plunged one finger inside of his ass.
I didn’t think his
pucker would be so damn snug knowing he liked Renee to fuck him with
a strap on. I had to experience this and make him see I wouldn’t be
treated. If this shit, this, whatever you call it, was to work, we’d
be on equal ground. Versatile. Switchers. Or else we wouldn’t be
doing anything at all.
No question, I liked
being a submissive from time to time, but I relished being in control
a whole lot more.
“You gonna do it
or what, stud? Make it hurt too. None of that weak shit!” Nicolai
spurred me on.
Fuck I loved
Yeah, I loved being
called stud by my favorite dickwad and Nicolai talking dirty was the
added bonus. “Oh yeah, it’s gonna hurt mothafucka!” I removed
one then shoved four in with no warning.
“Oh shit, yeah
Corey. Gimme that cock!” Nicolai’s eyes rolled up in his head and
he clawed my back, adding even more fuel to the fire.
“Fuck!” It hurt
like hell, but I loved it nonetheless. Yeah the man made me mad, but
I desired Nicolai to help me forget about Trey. Not completely. At
least enough to quell the sting.
Wanting him, I
pressed my lips on top his again and removed my fingers from him to
prepare myself. I tore the foil quickly and rolled the latex on my
dick. I sucked in a breath as the pain surged from my balls to my
groin. I grabbed the lube, squeezing a little on my fingers to prep
Nicolai’s ass for my assault. Oh yeah, this would be fun. A whole
helluva lot too. The only thing missing was Renee and Hirah watching
us from the side, tangling tongues, and butt naked humping one
I could see that
shit. And hell, since Hirah and Renee were both into me, surely we
could make that a fucking reality.
“Shit, Corey. Get
“I am… you’re
the fucking bossy bottom aren’t cha?” I slid my fingers out and
positioned my cock at his entrance. I shifted just enough to be
comfortable and in less than a minute, I plunged my cock into the
bowels of hell because being with Nicolai was nothing like heaven.
Nevertheless, I wanted that dose of hell wrapped around my shaft.
“Fuck, stud. Like
that, babe. Harder!” Nicolai writhed underneath me and clenched his
thighs tightly together.
“Oh yeah!” I
threw my head back and slammed into his body, repeatedly, rocking the
bed against the wall. I had no idea if anyone was close by or on the
other side. Actually, I could give a flying fuck if anyone was around
to hear me fucking the great Nicolai Zander. You wanna know why?
Maybe I’ll tell you later because I can’t get fucking
philosophical while screwing.
“Sweet Satan, hot
damn. Get that shit, baby!”
Amused, I couldn’t
help but chuckle between gasps for air. Nicolai was such a freaking
card. I groaned, pulled his legs atop my shoulders, and leaned in
close, looking into his blueish greens. I wiped his sweat and mine
from his forehead. “Damn… Nicolai.”
Nicolai opened his
eyes and grabbed a handful of my hair. “Yeah, just like that. C’mon
down here and give me those lips.”
A part of me wanted
to do that while the other wanted to wrap my fucking hands around his
neck. Though that asphyxiation shit was sexy, I didn’t have the
balls nor the training to try it, so suffocating him with my mouth
was the only option.
anymore, I collapsed my mouth on top of his, cutting off his
breathing. I plunged my tongue down his throat while I continued to
pummel his ass into this cheap mattress beneath us.
me, sending electric shocks from my brain to every part of my body.
It wasn’t like it was with… er, what’s his name, but it was
damn near close. Could I fall in love with Nicolai Zander?
Would I accept being
the third in the Renee, Nicolai relationship and not think about
being with anyone else long term?
For now I would
because my heart had been broken into a million pieces a couple of
hours ago. As Hirah said, who needed commitment at such a fucking
early age? I like fucking men, women, transsexuals, drag queens, and
everyone in between. I could get laid quite a bit and not have to
worry about the emotional bullshit that comes along with love.
Why should I put
myself in that position again? Not when I had one of metals’ finest
in my corner. As fucktard had already said, I had a promising career,
money, and fame. And now, I got Nicolai and Renee to grace my bed
some nights and anyone else who comes my way to fill in the gaps.
Corey. You trying to kill me er somethin? I swear that was hot,
“Especially when I
bite your lips?” I repeated the action and sucked them into my
mouth. I slowed my thrusts down a little just to push my beloved
fuckwit to the limit.
Nicolai squealed and
smacked my shoulders in response. “Ergh, Corey!”
Only then did I let
go and picked up the pace. “Like that. Yeah, you like that, hmm?”
Nicolai gawked at
me. His lips were swollen and bleeding. “Fuck yeah, babe.”
Quickly, I kissed
him again and reached down between us, jerking his cock in my palm.
Any minute now and I’ll be shooting my load into the latex barrier.
“Come for me, Nico. C’mon, gimme some of your spunk!” I
returned the dirty talk.
Nicolai grabbed my
head, forcing our lips together once again. I got the point. More lip
action, less talk. And I had to admit, locking lips with Nicolai was
hot as fuck. I wouldn’t even try to deny it. I reciprocated the
embrace and slammed into him some more. The faster we went, the more
intense we became. My brain went into overload, only thinking of how
fast I could make both of us get off.
“Oh shit, Corey!”
Nicolai broke our kiss and in moments, his jizz spurted on his body
I swiped my hand
through it and sucked my fingers.
Something hot about
tasting a man’s cum on your fingers. Hell, I always liked it
anyway. I would’ve liked to have more, but my only focus was
filling the condom with mine. With my groin filled to the brim, I
knew it would be quite a lot there.
and gripped my shoulders, still clenching himself tight while the
trembles overtook my body.
I inhaled deeply and
closed my eyes, allowing the pleasure to take me over.
Regardless of who,
having an orgasm was an outer body experience to me; kind of like
jumping out of airplane or bungee jumping. A fucking freefall with
all the adrenaline rushing through my body. I collapsed onto his
mouth again while my body shook uncontrollably. The minute the first
spurt filled the latex, I broke our kiss and yelled at the top of my
Enjoyable? Fuck yes.
I loved having sex
and at this point I didn’t care if I was in love or not. I was
busting a nut, damnit. This was every young horny man’s dream no
matter what their sexual orientation.
When I finally
finished, I laid on top of Nicolai, completely spent and out of
breath from our sexual encounter. And although I was sticky with
sweat and cum, I didn’t want to move from this spot.
From the sudden turn
of events, I was mentally and
I’d just fucked
Nicolai Zander like I been wanting to do for months and hell, I
didn’t regret it not one bit.
“Corey? Corey, man
wake the hell up, stud.” Nicolai’s voice pulled me from my wet
dream about Trey. Yes, fucking Trey was still haunting my thoughts. I
needed to get him out of my head quick.
“Hmm? Damn, wha…
what time is it.” It took too much effort to open my eyes so I left
“Two thirty, babe.
We gotta go, but...” Nicolai smacked my chest and rolled over on
top of me. “We got a few minutes beforehand.”
“No we don’t. We
gotta make our way to the venue. We’ve missed sound check too,
asshole. Why the hell didn’t ya wake us up in time?”
Nicolai pressed his lips on top of mine, grinding his crotch into me.
“I’m in charge here, remember? I can miss it if I want.”
when they ask why I’m missing with you, don’cha think assholes
like Allen will start talking?” And I knew he would the dickwad.
Beating him down again was top priority on my to-do list.
“In all honesty I
could give a rat’s ass what Allen or anyone else thinks. This is
some real shit here, Corey. I didn’t think it would happen but−”
“What?” Uh oh,
no, no. He could not start getting all wussy pussy on me. Not when
I’ve already made you guys sick with my puppy love talking
bullshit. “What the hell you mean, Nico? We aren’t lovers…”
“We are, Corey.
You’re my man, period. If I wasn’t so in love with Renee, I
wouldn’t bother sharing.” Nicolai smiled smug and pressed a swift
kiss on my lips.
“No, no, man, we
can’t. I can’t do any more emotional shit now, right? I just got
my fucking heart stepped on…”
“By a real
douche,” Nicolai finished the sentence. “Trey wouldn’t know a
good thing of it smacked him in the face. His girl is fine, but she
can’t hold a candle to Renee, Hirah, or to you. By the way, Hirah’s
nice ain’t she?”
“Yeah, but… that
don’t have shit to do with what you’re talking about, Nico. Don’t
go changing the subject.” I tried my best to push him off, but he
wouldn’t budge. Why the hell was he trying this shit? Getting all
sappy on me when all I wanted was the badass version of Nicolai. I
couldn’t and wouldn’t be sitting idle allowing this crap to
occur. He cared, I get it, maybe he did love me, but I couldn’t
love him back.
“I’m not, Corey.
I’m giving ya options, my man. She likes you and I’m sure you
feel the same. I’m making sure your ass won’t stray too fucking
I narrowed my eyes
and slapped his chest. “Who, what… aw shit. Get the fuck up off
me, Nicolai before I body slam you. You got no right…”
“Yeah I do, Corey.
I told ya. You mighta fucked me, but I still own
you. Now, like I said…”
asshole!” I wouldn’t pay any attention to this man, even with my
dick fully erect and ready for more. I needed to play and forget
about everything that had transpired over the last twenty-four to
thirty-six hours, except for Hirah and her band. Yeah, I wanted to
remember that, including the little time I passed out with her
wrapped around me in my bunk. I could have something real with her
and since she’s a metal gal and likes a little of both, I could see
us doing the, ahem, c word, maybe sometime down the line. We could
enjoy ourselves for a while and then when she and I had enough, we
could play the celebrity dating game.
I covered my ears
and starting shifting under the covers. “I don’t wanna hear it,
Nico. You got me in bed to play third for a while, but don’t think
for one minute that you’ll rule me.”
Nicolai repeated my name in a gruff tone.
I grabbed his arms
and lifted him off my groin. “Shut the fuck up, man!” I dropped
him on the space to my left and attempted to move. Fuck, I had to get
away from this madman. Yeah, I liked him, a whole helluva lot, but he
was talking that crazy stuff.
grabbed my arm. “Corey. I told you how I felt and I meant every
word of it. We’re in this shit deep now. I know you wouldn’t
hesitate to use this against me just to get a leg up, but I’m
stopping that now, my man.”
I looked back at
him, eyebrow raised. Just what was the point he was trying to make.
“Why and how
could I do that, Nicolai? You said yourself no one would believe a
word I said.”
“True, but I’m
saving you the grief of making a complete ass outta yourself, too,”
he laughed. “Instead of you turning your back on this, let’s move
on. I get rid of the recordings of you and Jake and we keep quiet
about this whole situation. I don’t wanna have to out you, man. I
care for you, a lot. I want us to work together for a long ass time.”
A part of me wanted
to believe Nicolai. Was he serious or using this to his advantage? In
truth, all that this man did was use things and people to get what he
desired. What the hell was stopping him now? “Just what the hell
are you saying, Nicolai?”
“Be a good boy,
Corey. Be my man, keep your mouth shut, and let’s fucking play
metal. We got too much of a good thing going on a professional and
level. Renee likes you. She wants this all to work between us. As
much as I wanna join the very short list of outed metal celebrities,
I just can’t. I like money. I like power way too much to be openly
bisexual. The homophobic metal crowd ain’t as forgiving as the pop
kids who accept Lady Gaga and Adam Lambert. We’re on top and I’d
like to stay there as long as we possibly can.”
“So do I, Nicolai
“No buts, Corey. I
got a plan, babe. You, me, Renee and Hirah. I’m offering her a
chance to be…”
asshole?” Like I said earlier, the minute Nico and Renee a new
flavor I’ll no longer be the third. I’ll be way down on the totem
pole. I’m not even surprised that it didn’t take long.
“Be in on our
thing, Corey. Renee is in love with this girl and I know you will be
“Yeah she’s the
goods but…” Of course this ass was trying to make Hirah part of
our union. Something to pacify me so he and Renee could shack up.
Like I said, this bastard could not be trusted. “Nicolai…”
“You like her,
right? Fucking Renee might like her more than you.” Nicolai
appeared a little worried. “She was not
happy about what happened two nights ago. She thought we’d gotten
“We had.” Yeah
we did. I couldn’t blame Renee for feeling like the odd woman out.
“She didn’t like that we were all hugged up.”
cursed me out and told me I better start recognizing that she’s my
woman. I do but… aw hell Corey, I fucking care about you man.”
Nicolai grabbed my face and kissed my lips quick.
That gesture knocked
the wind out of me. I felt myself getting all emotional, falling for
the Nicolai b.s. then I caught myself. “Nicolai, I ain’t doing
this with you.”
“Yeah you are,
Corey cause you’re mine. I’m gonna let this shit go on because I
want my woman to be happy and I want you to be happy. You’ll have
me, Hirah, and Renee. Then you won’t wanna be with anyone else,
We hugged and shared
a kiss but my mind was elsewhere. Like I said, I wasn’t doing this
emotional bullshit with him, not now not ever.
Besides, now was the
time to go out there, appease the masses, get drunk, and smoke some
weed. It was time to party and
rest of this fucking night away.
Prince wouldn’t be
the only one to get the Minneapolis crowd at the city’s finest
venue eating out the palm of his hand.
several gropes and kisses later, I got Nicolai to leave the room and
join the band at the venue to warm up in our dressing room. We’d
made the plan for me to come in like twenty minutes later, smelling
like liquor and weed to give them the impression I’d been drunk all
afternoon. That wouldn’t be too far from the truth since I planned
on hitting the bottles hard tonight before and
after the show. Who needed sobriety on this tour after all the shit I
“Hey Corey, what’s
up man?” Other members of Burnt Ash passed me in the hallway and I
saluted them with the universal nod.
“Hey gents. See
you all later on.” I kept walking, not bothering to ask them about
their lead singer.
Oh yeah, I remember;
the douchebag that broke my heart in a million fucking pieces. The
openly bisexual dickwad who had anvils for fists. The one that
claimed to love me and
his girlfriend… Bri.
Oh yeah, her.
Like I said earlier,
she was hot, but she couldn’t hold a candle to Hirah or Renee. Bri
and Deborah were like three and four at the moment of the hot metal
gals. Yeah, I still held Deborah in high regard despite her not
giving me the time of day after catching me and Nicolai in the act.
That might sound
douchey after I said I wanted her so bad, but so what? That girl
didn’t give me the chance to explain anything so why should I
continue to chase her ass? Not saying I would refuse if she came a
running my way, but I won’t continue to be anyone’s fool.
Everyone better get
that shit straight here and now, including my wanna be man, Nicolai
Zander. Corey Patrick would not be treated like yesterday’s trash
any fucking more.
I’m better than
I’m worth it.
And fuck you if you
Yeah, I was feeling
smug right now because I really didn’t have a lot to lose. Nicolai
just told me he’d get rid of the recordings, he claims to love me,
I have lots of people who want to get in my boxers one way or the
other so why shouldn’t I be conceited?
There’s no one
else here to back my ass up if needed. All of them either wanna fuck
me or fuck me up. That’s was the hand I was dealt when I joined and
I’ll wear that like a badge of fucking honor.
Feeling good with a
freshly opened beer in hand, I boarded the elevator and pushed ground
floor. Keeping with the plan, I’d already had two shots of vodka
and three beers as well as a joint while Nicolai was getting dressed
to leave. No question I was feeling high on the hog right now even
after all the bullshit with Trey earlier. I was determined to get
over his ass soon, real
soon. Perhaps a few more shots and tokes off the bong would do it.
“Hey hold that
It sounded familiar,
but who knew after I’d downed shots, beers, and smoked weed?
Though I was feeling
spacey, I had enough energy to punch the open doors button. The
minute the face came into view, I dropped the bottle letting it roll
to my fellow occupant’s feet. “Spescha? What the fuck are you
His wild blues met
mine and he ran his pierced tongue over his slim red lips. “Corey…
aw damn man, I’m so fucking happy to see you!” Showing me how
much, he crushed me with his weight.
Feeling the pain
from his body, I grimaced and swallowed hard. Despite being crushed,
I loved having him this close again.
What the fuck was
this cat doing in Minneapolis? Seeing Spescha meant Amadeus,
Psychotica’s lead singer wasn’t too far behind. “Uh, yeah
what’s up Spesch?”
stop hugging me. Instead, he kissed my cheek and rubbed his crotch
Oh fuck don’t
The minute we bumped
cocks, I sucked in a breath and my dick took notice of Spescha’s
actions. Spescha and I had more
than a moment in Psychotica, we had a freaking, you know, well
And just when I
said I didn’t need any more emotional baggage.
Yeah, of course
Satan almighty would be keeping me on my toes by bringing my former
bandmate and lover to Minneapolis. “Um Spesch, cool it. There are
cameras in this elevator.”
Spescha shoved me.
“So! I fucking missed you, dude. I swear after our spat I cried
like a little bitch for days.” Spescha backed off a little and
pulled his fiery red from out of his face.
Peeping that I had
to clear my throat cause this man always did take my fucking breath
away. Oh yeah, what was I saying? So, I suppose I need to tell you a
little about this man.
Daniolkavic Markus Spescha, his legal name, was the lead guitarist
for Psychotica. We were inseparable since age six, we started this
band along with Benny Ulrich, yes I said, Ulrich. And he was in no
way related to Lars in name nor in talent. Benny was the fuck who
started shit to get me kicked out, claiming he’d walk if I didn’t
stop making my love affair with Spescha interfere in band business.
To be honest and
keep our past story brief, Benny was jealous about Spescha and I’s
relationship. He wanted in on our union and we turned him down flat.
After that happened, he asked Amadeus to make the choice between me
and Spescha or him to stay in the band. Amadeus chose him over me
because that fuck was jealous too. Interestingly, Amadeus did it
without so much as batting an eyelash. If I didn’t know any better,
I would’ve thought someone baited him into it. But no one gave a
rat’s ass about our subpar band anyway.
Anyways to make this
long story longer, I left the band and I wanted to take Spescha with
me but I told him, when I joined The Wretched, I wouldn’t be owning
up to being his man in public. That hurt him so bad we ended up
arguing and exchanging blows, leaving me with a fat lip and blue
balls. Spescha didn’t talk to me at all when I departed which is
why I changed my phone number. I didn’t want Amadeus to contact me
and I assumed me and Spescha were done.
Coming back to the
present, I shook my head and gripped his shoulder. “You look good
as always, Spesch.” And he did. Spescha had always been a hotttie
and dressed in tight black leather pants, a jacket to match along
with a blue button, down, nothing had changed. He was as tall as me,
weighing about two thirty, with solid inked muscle. The man was a
Swiss god. There I said it. It hurt like hell to leave him behind
because I truly felt for him.
eyes brightened. “Thanks Corey. I been working out… a lot,” he
Yeah I could
Spescha liked to
take care of himself. There was no doubting that.
More on my man here;
he was emotional. In fact, more than. He wore every emotion on his
sleeve and didn’t care who knew it. If you got along with him he
was your friend for life.
And he was gay, so
fucking queer, and made no bones about it. For the band’s sake he
didn’t say things to a lot of people, but when others asked him
about his orientation, he was happy to oblige.
Just another reason
why Psychotica might never be as popular as they could be, oh and the
fact we weren’t the best players in the world. Yeah, we sucked.
That Cradle of Filth look and rap/rock shit made us a lot of fucking
Seemingly caught up
in the moment, Spescha dropped his gaze and looked back up at me. I
could tell he had something on his mind. “I’m here with Amadeus
to check out the show. We knew you’d be here to jam for the benefit
so we decided to make the trip.
thanks. Is um, uh, Benny with ya?”
back in Boston. Amadeus kicked him out like two months ago for
repeatedly being late to practice and then he missed a gig. Ooooh
wee. Amadeus was pissed too. Ama (Spescha’s name for Amadeus) was
so riled up he started chanting on his ass. It was a thing of beauty,
eyes warmed my heart. I fucking loved this man, always would. He’s
a gem but he isn’t all that good on guitar. We we’re all a bunch
of pretty boys who sucked at music but got a lot of attention. Just
never enough to get a record deal.
“I’m sure. Ama
still believes he’s Satan’s anointed son too, right?” Yes,
Amadeus Berkoff was a crazy ass bastard. He was more than an atheist
this asshole had pentagrams tattooed on his back. He didn’t just
watch the fucking Exorcist,
he lived it. Amadeus truly believed sometime down the line, Satan
would make him one of his chosen demons.
“Yep, he sure
does, crazy fuck. Anyways, we’re here to support your ass and uh, I
had to ask you one thing.” Spescha came in closer and lay his hands
flat on either side of my head. Again, he swiped that long thick
tongue over his lips.
I punched the stop button on the elevator so we could chat a little,
but mostly so I could get my ass together before I stepped off.
The things this man
did to my libido. Oh. My. Satan.
He was fucking lethal, so damn sweet he’d give you a fucking
toothache and besides that, he was hella sexy. Damn sexy. If you were
straight, you might go gay after being around his ass.
Spesch? And don’t ask me if I’m coming back cause I got a−”
“No, no, I wasn’t
gonna ask that. I think Amadeus is ready to kill Psychotica anyway.
He says his true calling is to be a Luciferian before his ‘Father’,”
Spescha held up his hand in quotes, “comes to get him.” Spescha
rolled his eyes. “Anyway so, uh, when Benny left he told me
something that shocked the shit outta me and I dunno if you knew but,
Benny said he didn’t really take issue with our relationship. He
mentioned Nicolai contacting him and Ama beforehand and paying them
money to start shit and get rid of you. Did Nicolai tell you about
What the fuck?
Upon hearing Spescha
say that, my mouth dropped and my eyes bulged. Immediately, pain
surged through my chest, nearly cutting my breath off. I balled my
hands into fists and started punching the fucking paneling behind me.
I swallowed, but kept hitting the wall. Despite this, I closed my
eyes a minute to keep calm. I opened them again, looking at the
sorrowful expression on his face. “I’m sorry, what?”
closer and nuzzled the side of my face with his head.
I saw red and it
wasn’t just Spescha’s hair getting in my face.
He sighed, “I take
it he didn’t. Shh, now don’t do anything hasty…”
Hearing that, my
eyes narrowed and I didn’t stop attacking the wall behind me. “How
the fuck am I not
to do anything hasty? You’re telling me Nicolai bribed you guys to
“Wait Corey, I
didn’t get a penny, babe. I knew nothing until…” His eyes
pleaded and he lay on my chest.
Though angry, I
mustered enough energy to rub his back with one hand while the other
was making a nice hole at my right side. “Okay, no, not you
personally, but Benny and Ama. They took money from… Nicolai?”
Spescha met my gaze
again. “Yeah, Benny told me when we went out drinking a couple of
weeks ago. I tried calling you but I suppose you’d changed your
number. Your mom didn’t even have your new digits, Corey. Me and
Ama been trying to get at you to say we’re sorry.”
Spescha had nothing
to be sorry about but that douche Amadeus, yeah, he was due for an
Allen like beating. And kids, just to let you know, Amadeus is a lot
like Nicolai, but hotter. Same, ‘I’m the shit’, attitude who
loved the devil. He was just the younger version. Blue eyes, blond
hair, and he’s hot as fuck, but he won’t be when my fists
repeatedly connect to his fucking face.
fly off the handle, okay? I mean, you actually have to ask yourself.
If someone gave you a large sum of money to do what Ama did, knowing
that your band ain’t going anywhere and you don’t wanna work a
day job, you might’ve done the same thing, right?”
tried to be humorous at Spescha and his proper speech.
“Yes, mighta, but its might’ve.
Stop with the east coast slang, Corey. You’re better than that now.
You’re big time LA, rockstar. When you get famous, you’re
supposed to talk different. You certainly dress better,” he winked.
Though angry as a
bull looking at his target, I had to crack a smile at Spescha. We
used to argue a lot when we were together, but I couldn’t stay mad
at him. Even after I left, I couldn’t. “Uh huh… well, I’m
mad as shit at Ama, but I’m even more angry at Nicolai.” And I
was. This ass paid my band money to get rid of me. Why? Why couldn’t
he just ask me?
No question, I loved
Psychotica but I wasn’t contractually bound to them. I could’ve
left if I wanted to, I could’ve…
letting you go, Corey, And before you jumped conclusions about him,
Ama convinced us to make a pact, remember? We promised each other to
stay no matter what.”
“No buts, Corey.
Nicolai was the aggressor. In order for Nicolai to contact you, he
had to go through Ama. When I talked to him about it, he mentioned
how Nicolai was on him like white on rice about you. He kept upping
the ante until Ama finally gave in and broke the promise.”
“How much was it?”
Spescha sighed and
caressed the side of my face. “Nicolai paid Ama twenty g’s and
Benny ten to start the shit. Benny said that cash only lasted him
like two weeks. He said he felt like shit for what he’d done for
some blows, liquor, and a used Trans Am. You know Benny. He’s all
about the rock and roll lifestyle but doesn’t want to put the work
I knew that to be
true and cracked a slight smile.
In disbelief I shook
my head. “Serves him right.” I’d finally stopped punching the
wall and held up my scarred, bloody knuckles. Good thing it wasn’t
my playing hand or that douchenozzle Allen might be playing bass
“Oh fuck Corey! We
gotta get you somewhere to take care of that!” Spescha panicked and
nearly pushed the open button but I grabbed his hand with he injured
one before it got there.
“Baby I don’t
feel a fucking thing. I’m drunk, high, and you just told me our
former bandmates sold me out for thirty g’s, a Trans Am, and some
drugs. But you know what?” I took both hands and cupped his face.
“It’s all right babe cause you just made things better for me,
you know? I got Nicolai Zander by the balls and because of you, I
might be able to bring him down to his knees!” I seethed, just
speaking that asshole’s name. “You helped me, Spesch. You always
Spescha smiled wide
and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “You bet I do, Corey. I
fucking love you, Corey Patrick. I always
Spescha’s love was
the only one I believed in because he was true. Always honest, would
never stab me in the back.
“I know Spesch and
I love you.” I ran my bloody hand over cheek and he didn’t flinch
when I did it. More than anyone I ever had, he’d always hold a
special place in my heart. Yeah I know the pun. Being like this with
him calmed me, brought me back to earth, showed me what was truly
When I stepped on
this elevator, I was a badass, a drunken and high bastard with a
broken heart. Now, I’m stepping off with new perspective. I do have
someone that loves me, who feels the same way I do about love. Who
wants those sloppy kisses in the morning before breakfast, who wants
to make love whenever, who knows what a relationship really means and
desires the vanilla. He’s been with me all along. His name is
Danoilkovic Markus Spescha, and I don’t care who knows that he’s
“What the fuck,
Corey Patrick. Kiss me!”
And I did, not
allowing another minute to pass before I attacked his lips. Our lips
connected and I swear, I felt lightheaded, like I was floating above
the clouds. Heat swarmed around my head and my body was bathed in
flames. Every part of me tingled from Spescha’s touch and his
tongue tangled with mine.
Sex feels even
better when someone loves you. Yeah I know what I said earlier. Fuck
that noise! This shit has more of a chance to work because I have
someone by my side that truly knows me and cares.
having their back is what I’ve always wanted. I said it at the
outset. I needed to have that one somebody, the one I could sit down
and talk all night with.
It wasn’t Deborah
It wasn’t Renee.
It wasn’t Trey.
It was Spescha from
day one. When I made it to The Wretched, I made the mistake and left
him behind but never forgot what we had. We had this and because of
him, I should be able to get Mr. Bruvakka to eat out of my fucking
Nicolai would be
following my orders and he would be my
bitch. With this information, I owned him and I’d make him like it.
Still locking lips
with Spescha I was lost in the moment. With the man who always took
up for me and…
“You know…and aw
shit, what the fuck? Corey Patrick?”
The doors must’ve
slid open because we let them go some time ago.
Just when happiness
was in my grasp, I was faced with yet another issue.
I broke away from
Spesch and peered into angry yes.
“Aw yeah, I knew
it, I knew it all along. Wait until I tell everyone
what I just saw.”
Caught Up In
“Aw yeah, I knew
you were a fuckin' fudge packer!”
Allen stepped back
and did a little dance like he'd scored a touchdown or something.
“Wait until I tell Nicolai, asshole. He’s gonna throw you out on
your fag ass real quick. We don’t like faggots in this band!”
Eric looked at me
like he smelled some shit. “Damn man, how could you? With another
You got chicks wanting to fuck you left and right and you wanna be
with a guy?”
I balled up my
bruised and bloodied fists, more than ready to kick Allen's ass.
“Yeah you homophobic fucks, I do.
love men, women, and everything in between, and I don’t give a
rat’s ass who knows it!" I glared at the both of them. "So
go ahead, you just run like a couple of bitches and snitch to Nicolai
and see what he says. Then watch me kick both of your asses with my
hands tied behind my fucking back. And you already know, Allen,"
and I pointed a finger right at his scrawny-ass chest, "I’ve
done it before, but this time no one's gonna save you."
“Two against one
fag ass, unless your little boyfriend
to join ya in getting the beat down.” Allen rolled up his sleeves.
threw his jacket aside and cracked his knuckles. The sound was as
loud as gunshots and just as scary. Spescha's got huge ass hands,
big, blunt and quite capable of putting someone down with one blow.
The smile he turned on Allen and Eric was as crazy as The Joker from
those Batman/Dark Knight flicks. “Nope, I’ll join him in giving
it. I need to let out some aggression anyway and I can’t find a
better way than to destroy some wannabe gay bashers.”
Eric suddenly didn’t
look so confident, getting a good look at Spescha's massive arms.
"Shit Allen…we can’t!”
idiot. We can…”
Before Allen said
another word I went at him, lifted him up and shoved his punk ass
backward into a wall.
right?” Spescha said, eyes focused on Eric.
“Oh hell no!"
Eric took off like a little bitch. He definitely didn’t want any of
Spescha. Nobody with even half a brain did. The guy had beatdown
plenty of fag haters in the past.
Ready to serve
notice, I laughed maniacally and lifted Allen by the collar of his
Ramones t-shirt. “You got something else to say douchenozzle? Not
feeling so tough now, huh?”
Spescha got in back
of him, put a sleeper hold on his neck. Through gritted teeth, he
taunted him. “Come on big boy. Talk that shit now, huh?” The east
coast in him came out big time.
“Ugh, get off of
me you fag,” he yelled.
I chuckled then gave
Allen a left hook, then a right across the nose.
The minute I
delivered the blows, his face reddened and started swelling up. I
couldn't wait to see Nicolai's face when Allen showed up looking like
he'd had the shit stomped out of him. And knowing him like I did,
Allen would never tell Nicolai (or for that matter anyone) the truth;
that a queer messed him up.
“Wanna talk shit
now bitch?" I hit him again, busting his lip. "Gonna tell
Nicolai that I kicked your ass again?
There was no reply
because the sonofabitch was out. Dead fucking weight. Spescha dropped
him like a sack of potatoes and he hit the floor with a thud.
The two of us looked
at Allen, then at each other. I saw something flare like green fire
in his eyes. I knew exactly what it was.
“Damn Corey, you
still got it!” Spescha and I slapped hands like old times as he
picked up his jacket. "What about him?"
I stepped over the
dead weight that was Allen. "Leave him. The maids are gonna pick
up the trash soon." Adrenaline and lust coursed through my veins
and I grabbed Spescha tight around his waist. "The band goes on
at seven. What do you say we go back to my room and rekindle some
memories?” I rubbed my clothed dick against his.
He groaned and
rubbed my shoulders. “After
we get your hand bandaged up. And Corey?"
planted a wet one on him while I ran my injured hand through his red
“It doesn't have
to be like before. Whenever you want to make this exclusive or if you
don’t, I’ll still love you, m'kay?”
We locked lips and
tangled tongues as we backed our way towards my room. I would've
never been so bold, making out in public like this, but truly I no
longer fucking cared.
Corey Patrick had had enough of being dicked around by people who
didn't give a fuck about him.
Spescha was gonna be
only true love from now on.
Now, we might have
some fun with other people on occasion, as long as both
of us agreed. Spescha understood my being pansexual and was cool with
it, but no one would replace him in my heart, no matter how beautiful
or good looking they were.
* * * *
Spescha!” I winced in pain while he used the first aid kit to wrap
up my hand. I told him I hadn’t broken anything so we didn’t need
a hospital but he insisted on at least putting bandages on to cover
the broken skin.
Corey.” He wrapped my hand and cut the excess off. “All good now,
I guess. I really wish you’d let someone check out your hand
“I don’t need
anyone to check my hand.” I growled, yanking Spescha onto my lap,
enveloping his lips with mine. This man, damn, he knew how to bring
out the beast in me.
When I left
Psychotica, I hadn’t wanted to remember the closeness he and I had.
Other than not wanting to be out, I wasn’t sure I was experienced
enough to be in a relationship. I was young, dumb and full of cum.
But once I joined The Wretched, a part of me was still in Boston with
him. I tried my best to ignore it, to forget the man that made my
heart do fucking flip flops. I thought I had it again with Trey, but
that was all a farce. Perhaps my heart was betraying me when it
thumped hard for Mr. Delaconte but really, Spescha was the one who
had me from the beginning.
damn!” He began tugging at my clothing. First the shirt, then he
went for my button fly, yanking while he practically thrust his
tongue down my throat.
With each kiss my
body was in flames, cock hardening with every small touch. I needed
inside of him now before I shot my load too early.
“Oh shit baby!”
Nearly naked, I pushed him onto the bed. Like Trey, Spescha loved to
be manhandled in the sack.
Shit lemme stop
mentioning that name.
Now that I had my
significant other, perhaps there could be some playtime for all three
of us with Bri down the line. Yep, with Spescha at my side, telling
me he loved me, I wasn’t afraid to revisit that possibility after
Remember, I still
like girls too.
“Oh shit, Corey!”
Spescha wiggled out of his clothes, tossing them aside. Once that
beautifully sculpted body was butt naked I pried them apart, dove in
head first between his powerful thighs and dipped my tongue into his
ass while massaging his heavy balls. He tasted hot and spicy, the
smell of his body wash fucking intoxicating. Spescha didn’t believe
in being sweaty or smelling funky. You could never accuse him of
“Oh God, Corey!”
His moans were
deafening, definitely would attract attention but I didn’t give a
flying fuck. I wanted him to make all the noise in the world to serve
notice. I was in love with a man and though I liked a little of
everything, I wouldn’t be wavering all that much. Yeah, I still
wanted some Renee, some Hirah, and hell if that damn Deborah would
finally let go of the chastity belt, I’d serve her some too but not
on a long-term basis. Only to keep me and
my man entertained.
I eagerly licked and
sucked at Spescha's tight pucker like a lollipop. His dick was rock
hard in my bandaged hand, leaking pre cum like a fucking drippy
faucet. Not wanting to waste a drop, I took his cock between my lips
and drew more of his juices out of him.
So fucking sweet,
tangy like a Jolly Rancher candy and I slurped him up as if he was my
last meal before execution. I gurgled his cum like mouthwash,
swishing it around my cheeks, then moved on top of him and with my
mouth on his started snowballing, sharing his cum. Hungrily, he
swallowed and wrapped his arms around me, binding my body with his.
“Oh fuck, Corey.
I…damn…” He clawed my back while we played tonsil hockey.
Though pained from
his nails in my back, it didn’t deter me from locking lips with him
again. “Yes, I want you, Spescha. I want inside you, then you
return the favor. We got like an hour.” I reached into the drawer,
grabbing the supplies.
Spescha teased me as
he snatched a rubber from my hands. “Damn, only an hour?”
I returned the grin
while I quickly sheathed myself. I don’t think my dick could get
any harder. It knew what ass it wanted to be in. Bareback would be
next for us, real soon as a matter of fact. A visit to the nearest
clinic would be in our future. I wanted this something real to get
even more complicated but he was worth it.
“And we have after
the show, Spesch. I’m sure Amadeus can find some girl to lay up on
for the night.”
got one which is why I was alone in the first place.” Spescha
reached down between us, fingering himself. “Damn Corey, I wish we
had our bag of toys. I haven’t used them with anyone else.”
“You really expect
me to believe that?”
Spescha pushed me
off and turned on his side so we could do our favorite position. “Uh,
yeah. I have two sets. I’m not gonna lie to you and say I was
totally alone while you been gone. I love you, but I needed sex.”
“I know.” I
slipped in behind him and lifted his left leg. I spat on my hand and
jerked his cock while pushing mine beyond his snug ring. The minute I
did, surges of energy ran through my veins making my nipples hard.
Fucking static. Prickly. Like someone tried to plug me in a socket
with the highest amount of voltage.
“Shit Corey! I
missed you. I fucking
you.” Spescha turned his head and covered my mouth with his.
I devoured his mouth
while thrusting my cock into his sweet ass. “Oh damn, Spesch,
you’re still amazing. You…” My breaths hitched and my heart
slammed against my chest. The feelings resembled a heart attack but I
knew it was the feelings I had for him. I felt it each time me and
Spescha made love. That longing to be with one another, to have our
bodies together as one.
“Corey, oh God,
I’m so close. I… uh!” Spescha helped me massage his cock,
putting his hand on top of mine. “I’m gonna explode like a
I continued to pump
him, wishing I could suck him dry but my cock enjoyed the hot feeling
of his ass wrapped around my length. Excited, I picked up the pace
and reached around him, jerking his dick in my hand with the same
“Oh my god Corey!
Fuck me! Fuck me!” Spescha arched violently and shot all over my
hand and his own body.
With that visual,
the tremors completely took over. My mind went blank and I closed my
eyes seeing bursts of stars behind my eyelids. It didn’t take long
for me to shoot directly into the latex, filling it with my spunk.
“Shit, oh damn Spescha!”
With my cock
softening inside him, I brought my hand up to our lips and let the
remnants of him drip in both of our mouths. Once it stopped, I
plunged the finger into his mouth. Then I replaced it with my tongue
for an intense, deep kiss.
Spescha pulled away
a moment. “Damn Corey, I could come again just from this!”
“You are such a
freak of nature, Spescha!” I slid my hand down, kneading his jewels
with my hand.
“Yeah, and you
know what I want to do with it?”
“Feed it to you.” He pulled away and sat on my chest with his
loaded gun right to my face.
I grinned wickedly.
“Oh yeah, give it to me baby.”
* * * *
Six o’ clock came
too damn soon for us but I knew we had the rest of the night to make
up for lost time. After this show, the band was heading west to spend
the next couple of weeks in Arizona, Oregon, California, Utah, (yeah
don’t ask) and Washington. Being that the band was based out of San
Diego, Cali was last on the list and we had like five shows scheduled
there. I couldn’t wait either because I planned to get plenty of
sun, sex and relaxation--not necessarily in that order.
After a far too
quick shower, we dried and got dressed. Spescha actually helped me
put together a band outfit that fuckin' looked good--black buckle
jeans, a matching bondage top with no sleeves and a spiked collar
around my neck. I looked in the mirror with Spescha behind me.
"Dude, we look
fuckin' hot." I kissed him, squeezed his hand. "Come on
sexy. Let's rock."
I walked to the
venue holding Spescha’s hand, fucking proud. I knew damn well what
I was in for. By now I was sure Allen and Eric had been blabbing to
everyone that Corey Patrick was queer. Knowing those fucks, they
probably gave exclusives to Spattermetal, Kick Ass, and every other
metal site in the world.
And you know what? I
didn't give a flying fuck. I pulled Spescha closer, ignoring the
stares and whispers.
“Corey, you don’t
have to do this,” Spescha whispered in my ear as we strode past
fans gasping and pointing at us.
“Hey, hey, I told
ya, I’m doing this. I fucked up once but I won’t do it again.”
“Shh, no buts.”
I kissed his lips quickly and led him to the backstage door with fans
snapping pictures on their cameraphones as we headed in. Like I said,
I no longer cared what anyone thought. I was going to play some metal
and then make love to my man later. I’d deal with Nicolai and Ama
dude, you’re a fag now? What the hell man, you used to be cool!”
Someone shouted my way before we disappeared inside.
I flipped him off,
never letting go of Spescha’s hand. I wasn't about to let these
assholes get to me anymore. Besides, I had to face the other bands
and my bandmates. That would be the real test, not these homophobic
douches who called themselves metal fans.
We walked through
the narrow hallway towards the back dressing room. I heard shouting
before I put my hand on the door but I was determined to keep myself
Spescha gripped my
shoulder reassuringly. “You know I'm with you, right?"
I replied with a
kiss and walked in slowly.
“Well, well, well,
if it isn’t the little faggot,” Allen said smugly, the black eye
and bandaged nose did nothing for his looks. I heard Spescha chuckle
Eric rolled his eyes
and looked away.
Bryan stared at me
blankly, not saying a word.
Nicolai drew his
lips into a sneer. “Damn Corey!” He laughed and crossed his inked
meathooks over his chest. “Why the fuck?”
That smug asshole
had me seeing red again. I tensed up, ready to charge. Spescha's hand
on my arm stopped me from killing him.
“Why the fuck did
you bribe them, douchebag?”
My lead singer
narrowed his eyes at me. “So I paid your mates off to get you here.
I was desperate for a good bass player and that asshole Amadeus
wouldn’t let me even speak to you. He gave me some bullshit about
band loyalty, but that quickly went bye bye when I showed him the
money. It cost me a second mortgage on my house but, damn boy, you
were worth it.”
Everyone stared at
dropped. “What the hell, man? You bribed
someone to bring this fag into our band?”
Now it was my turn
to look smug. I had Nicolai by the balls right and I couldn’t wait
to throw it in his face. “Why don't you tell the guys the rest of
it, Nicolai? Just why else you had
to have me?"
Everyone seemed to
be holding their breaths.
“Well fuck Corey,
you’re a damn good bass player. Your er, uh, sexual orientation
notwithstanding, you’re still good but you know, I can’t do this
longer than the tour, man. I can’t have a fucking fag in my midst.”
It was no shock that
the asshole would turn on me like the turnstiles at Six Flags. I had
the urge to grab him and kiss him right there just to show them that
Nicolai was into guys as well. Instead I waited, plotting my next
move. I’d get my revenge on this fucker one way or the other. “Your