Friday, November 17, 2017

FIC: What Does BRAT Mean To You By Carrol



Title: What does BRAT mean to you?
Characters: Les/Elan
Author: Carrol


The two men laid breathless the bed both sweaty their body entangled within each other body, with the sheet glued to them. Élan head rests on Les bicep, while he gently moved his fingers in a figure eight pattern around Les chest making sure his thumb brushed against the hard nubs as they pass. Les chin rested on top of Élan head, his finger gently tangled in the long blond curls,

“Why do you call me a Brat I am not a Brat,” Élan asked with a small stop of his foot,

“Because you are,” Les told him

“I m not,” Élan said, “I’m not spoiled, nor am I irritating, and I am not from a military family.” Élan told him.

“No but you’re my BRAT,” Les told him turning to him

“How,” Élan demanded,

“You’re Beautiful inside and out,

You’re a Renegade because you do things your way no matter what your siblings or parents want you to do with the companies, and you don’t take no for an answer”

“Your Adventurous, you seek out new things to do, to help you companies grow and god knows you love to travel to new areas” Les told him moving his head so he could smell Élan hair with his other hand that was cupped on Élan bare butt moved he slipped his finger under Élan chin and lifted his face up to meet his.

“And you’re Tremendous in many ways, and that my dear sweet Brat spells BRAT,” Les said and kissed Élan on the mouth. Élan pulled back first his hand now playing with something else beneath the sheet and between them.

“Well if you want to put it that way then you too are a brat.”Élan told him wrapping his arms around Les cock rubbing it to hardness once again.

“How ” Les questioned with a gasp.

“B for Brilliant cause you always come up with idea that solves problems no matter what it is.

“R, for Reliable cause no matter what you are doing you will stop and help those who need you, no matter who they are.

T, for Talented your very talented, with your mind, hands, mouth and other body parts,” Élan told him pushing himself up against Les, Les once again found Élan mouth, after a long powerful kiss it was Les pulled back this time.


“So if I was a TOP what would you say? Élan had to stop for a moment,

T for Talent,

O for ongoing.

P for Powerful” Élan told him, “What If I was a top.” Élan asked.

“You’re too much of Brat to top someone,” Les told him then laughed with Élan bite one of his nubs. “Now” Les rolled Élan onto his back and lifted his legs up and placed his hard member against Élan rosebud “Les see how Talented Ongoing Powerful I can be for you now,” Les said

“I have a meeting with my brothers at ten,” Élan told him.

“They can wait,” Les told him and with one powerful trusted he entered Élan body. “On your knees,” Les ordered. With the help from Les Élan manage to get on his knees without dislodging Les from his body, he then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone

“What are you doing?” Les asked between trusts,

“Texting my P.A. to telling her I won’t be in today,” Élan said told him between grunts. Just as he hit send Les bent over his body and bite Élan neck and then sucked, “Oh shit, you keep, that up, we won’t be, leaving this bed,” Élan said and gasp and came.

“Sound good to me,” Les told him.


End




Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Brat Alphabet (THE BRAT-PHABET) by Anda

THE BRAT-PHABET 
By Anda

A is for... "And I should do that, why?", attitude, and arguing

B is for... Blowing raspberries, "Bottoms are always right.", and "Bring it on."

C is for... "Come and get me, if you can.", "Can't right now, try asking later.", "Can we pretend this didn't happen?"

D is for... "Didn't hurt.", "Don't you ever get tired of.....?", and "Does the term 'cruel and unusual punishment' mean anything to you?!"

E is for... "Evil bastard!", "Ever thought about lifting weights?", and eye-rolling

F is for... "Fuck!", "Fucker!", "Fuck you!", "Fuck that!", "Fuck no!", "Fuck trees!", etc, etc ad nauseum

G is for... "Go away, I'm busy.", and glitter.

H is for... "HELL naw!", "Have you ever heard the word 'no'?" "How about I don't and say I did?", "Hit me with your best shot.", and "Have you started yet?"

I is for... "In your dreams.", "I have no idea what you're talking about.", "I'm innocent!", "I'd be happy to show you how to use that.", and "I won't do it again, I promise!"

J is for "Just kidding!" 

K is for "Keep that thing away from me!", "Keep telling yourself that."

L is for "Listen...", and "Look, what had happened was..."

M is for... "Make me!", "Meanieface!"

N is for... "No!" 

O is for... "Ooooor I could just not...?", "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you say/need something?"

P is for... "Puh-lease.", poking, "Prove it.", promising to be good, pleading the 5th, and pouting.

Q is for... "Quiet!", "Quite unimpressive.", and quickfulness 

R is for... "Really?" "Remember that time....", and running

S is for... "Sir, yes, sir!," saluting, sarcasm, stomping, and "Sorry, sir!"

T is for... "That all you've got?"

U is for... "Understand me when I say I don't give a flying flip.", and "Until proven guilty, I maintain my innocence!"

V is for... "Victory is mine!", and "Very funny."

W is for... "What the d-type doesn't know doesn't hurt me.!", "Whatever.", and "Will you please just not?"

X is for... "'X' marks the spot where I've hidden your toys. Good luck."

Y is for... "You wouldn't dare.", "Yeah, sure, uh-huh.",  "Yeah, right.", "You can't make me.", and "You really don't have to do this!"

Z is for... "Zero. That's the number of fucks I give."



Disclaimer: The above is a work of fiction. The author does not advise the actual use of the above alphabet in real life. The author accepts no responsibility for the potential consequences faced by anyone choosing to use the above alphabet during interactions with their d-type. No representation is made that the quality of bratty services to be performed is greater than the quality of bratty services to be performed by other brats.






Sunday, November 5, 2017

"Can I Be That Person?" By Carrol

A new story by Carrol!  How Les and Elan came to live together.


Title: Can I Be That Person?
Characters: Les/Elan
Warning all mistake belong to me.



Les had left to take a shower upstairs. Élan cleaned up the coffee table from dinner Les can sure cook. Has he stood up when it felt like he got hit between the eyes with a baseball bat. Closing his eyes when the room moved he stumbled across the living room, he knew he should have called for Les. ,

“Oh god not now,” Élan prayed. Opening his eyes a little he tried to make it to the kitchen. He got as far as the wall that separated the kitchen and living room. As the pain hit again he let out a yell the china plates and crystal fell to the floor with a crash

His body slid down the wall. Curling up into a tight ball all he could do was hold his head in his hands so it would not explode. Closing his eyes he wrapped his arms around his head to stop the beating in his eardrums

Upstairs Les pulled off his pants. Going into the shower area he stopped when he heard the noise, he listens for a moment. “Cricket” He yelled down not hearing anything he went to the bedroom door and looked down the stairs. “Cricket,” He called aging. He turned his head when he heard something. “CRICKET,” Les yelled and bounded down the stairs he dropped to his knees by Élan head

“Are you hurt?” Les asked. Pulling Élan arms away he saw him shake his head no. He picks the smaller man up into his arms stepping over broken stuff he carried him upstairs, laying him on the bed. He then removed his lovers' cloths making sure the smaller man didn’t’ get cut with the broken glass. Not seeing anything he headed into the bathroom to a cool washcloth.

“I need my meds,” Élan whispered,

“Where ” Les asked. Élan didn’t say anything he pointed to the nightstand Les open it and saw a black zip pouch. “This,” He asked holding it up, Élan mouth yes, Les unzipped it and looked at what was in it, “How the hell do I do this,” He asked. He grabbed his phone and called his mom all Élan could here was.

“Mom how I fill a syringe, the box says, 2.5 ML.” Through half-open eyes. Élan watch Les pulled the medication into the syringe. “Ok got it, now what. Élan watch what he was doing. Les then tapped the plastic part, to make sure all the bubbles were, out. Élan rolled over to his side. He felt Les finger at his waistband. “Baby if I hurt you I am so sorry,” Les told him Élan nodded his head, Les then pinched the skin and pulled it up,

“Owe” Élan whimpered when the needle went in he felt the burn of the medication. He felt the needle come out then he felt Les rubbed the spot; he smiled when he felt warm lips touch the spot that got hurt.

“Ok, mom I got it in.” Les told her.” Thanks” he said. Élan felt tucked in.

"I'll be right back," Les told him kissing him. Les went down and cleaned up the miss in the hall. Élan did know Les was back in the room until he heard the shower go on, after several minutes he heard it got off. Soon he felt the bed dip and strong arms wrapped around him pulling him into a warm strong body.

“M’sorry” Élan mumbled.

“Why,” Les asked. Élan moved his hand down to Les cock; Les took the same hand and pulled up to his mouth. We have the rest of our lives for that, rest, sleep and tomorrow we’ll take.” Les told him kissing the finger again and then he placed a kiss on Élan forehead.

It was close to ten the next morning when Élan climbed out of bed. His head still a little groggy from the medication, but it didn’t’ hurt anymore. Stumbling his way to the bathroom ran into the wall and stubs his toe, “Damn it." He yelled as he hopped the rest of the way to the toilet,

“You alright,” Les asked from the doorway,

“Yeah stub my toe,” Élan told him,

“Oh poor baby, want me to kiss it for you,” Les asked with his arms crossed, smiling. Élan laugh and held up his foot, “after you get done,” Les told him and headed back down to the kitchen. He could hear Crickets soft laugh as he walked down the stairs,

When Élan went into the kitchen Les had breakfast made for him. Les pointed to the chair Élan sat and Les placed his plate down in front of him. Les then put a glass of OJ down, Élan dug in like he was starving another side effect of the medication. Les watch for a moment then got up and fixed him another cup of coffee,

“You said you wanted to talk last night what about,” Élan asked around the pancakes he shoved his mouth,

“Don’t talk with your mouth full you’ll choke and after you eat.” Les told him sitting down next to him sipping his coffee, “you going to eat,” Élan asked

“I ate when I got up, I made those fresh for you,” Les told him then moved kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.” Élan told him eating the last of his food. “Damn man that was so good,” Élan sat back and patted his belly. He sipped his OJ, and watch Les clean up the dishes, “You can use the dishwasher you know,” Élan told him.

“I know but it only two of us so why waste the water and energy,” Les told him.

“That’s why I usually eat out,” Élan told him, Les smiled at him.

"Come on let’s talk,” Les said holding out his hand for Élan. Élan took it expecting Les was going to tell him that he was leaving him cause of what happened last night. Les lead the way, he sat and pulled Élan down onto his lap Élan didn’t expect that. Élan curled up into Les, “How helps you take care of those when they get that bad,” Les asked. Élan looked up at him.

“No one,” Élan told him,

“I want to be that person,” Les told him, Élan looked up at him. “I know we only met a few weeks ago but I want to be the one who takes care of you when you are sick or hurt. I want to be the one who wake up next to you each morning and lay down beside you at night. I understand that your job may take you away, from me time to time, but that’s alright as long as you come back to me. Can I be that person,” Les asked.

“Yes, “Élan yelled and hugged Les around the neck tight.

“Élan I have to breathe to be that man,” Les told him. Élan loosen the grip and sat back. Placing his hands on Les face he kissed him deeply. Les wrapped his arms around Élan and stood. Elan pulled back a little,

'You still need to kiss my toe," Elan told him, placing his forehead against Les.

"Oh I'll be kissing more than your toes," Les told him and kissed him again their lips never parted going up the stairs.



End



Sunday, October 29, 2017

Snippet: Enriching Senses


I've been writing some snippets to work on enriching my writing. They don't really have a place on my story blog so I thought I would share them here.

Snippet: Senses
By Dizzy

Slipping under the covers he was met with the brick wall that was his lover’s back.

He inched closer ever so slowly so as not to wake him. Softly he inhaled in all the scents that was his man.

The citrus soap vied for first place with his natural muskiness. The odor of hard work mixed with a dark earthiness. Underneath it all, was the smell of male sex.

As the aromas swirled throughout his mind, he felt himself start to harden.

The bed moved, the covers rustled, and suddenly he was staring into his dom’s eyes. Arms reached out and pulled him close. Then he was lost to the madness of their love.

End

Snippet: Enriching Emotions



I've been writing some snippets to work on enriching my writing. They don't really have a place on my story blog so I thought I would share them here.


Snippet: Enriching Emotions
By Dizzy

He inhaled through his nose all the while chanting silently in his head, ‘In with the good. Out with the bad’. But the chant didn’t work as the thudding of his heart moved upward until it echoed in his head. He jumped up and started pacing.

He needed. He knew he needed. He just hated to admit it. Hated the need and hated admitting.

The thudding in his heart and head suddenly stopped. The echo was now the footsteps coming his way.

“Come.”

He looked at the tall man who’d said the one word. The man that knew his need. The man who could make the demons halt.

As he reached out to take the hand, he noticed the tremors had slowed. The lump that had been in his throat had disappeared. He didn’t have to concentrate on his breathing anymore. And his heart synced in time with the one who loved him. He knew, together they would take care of the need.


End




Monday, October 23, 2017

Snippet: Bare

Snippet
by Anda


Her wrists were bare.

Her nails were perfectly manicured. Her hands were soft and smooth.

But her wrists were bare.

The invisible hand of anxiety grabbed her heart in a vice grip and squeezed. Her throat closed. She could draw naught but the shallowest of breaths. Her eyes burned and blurred.

Because her wrists were bare.

It had been years since she'd had soft yet restricting straps around her wrist as a constant reminder of to whom she belonged. It had been years since she had someone tie her wrists together and hold her tightly to chase away the paralyzing insecurities that threatened to consume her. It had been years since someone had cuffed her wrists and secured her in place to play with her, to pleasure her, to use her. If she closed het eyes, she could still feel the straps, the rope, the cuffs. If she let herself be still, she could almost feel his presence. But when she opened her eyes, she was alone.

And her wrists were bare.

End

Snippet: Little One by Anda

Little One
by Anda

The first time he called her 'little one' had frozen her in her tracks. Her heart beat faster and her tummy fluttered. He'd said it as casually as he said her name, but those two little words had tilted her world on its axis.

He said 'little one', but she heard 'I will protect you'.

He said 'little one' but she heard 'I will guide you'.

He said 'little one', but she heard 'I love you'.

She looked into his eyes and he held her gaze, and a strong feeling of contentment curled deep in her tummy. His eyes were kind and filled with understanding and, as he held his hand out to her, his eyes said 'home'.

He said 'little one', but she heard 'mine'.

End