Narrative of Soul Against Soul

hello there! cuidado!... SLASH!! dont like it?? dont read it. oh and a bit of het, but that's boring so who cares. this fic contains a bit of smut along with cross dressing, sub/dom play, and reference to various illicit substances used for the betterment of consciousness. Confused? Ask a hooker or befriend a dictionary.

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CH 6 : To Good Days
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I tossed and turned all night. I laid awake an hour before my alarm thinking. It had taken all my free will not to ravage my dolly last night. He was so gorgeous and vulnerable, but I didn’t touch him. I wanted him to beg for it, not acquiesce because he was sedated. I wanted Josh to come crawling to me. He would beg for my dominance, for hands to get grip his short hair, for himself to be totally debased.

I shivered scraping my slightly long nails over my chest and nipples. I let out a small moan. I shared my apartment with my older brother. I knew he was off to work so I had an hour for a good long jerk. I threw off my comforter. Luxuriating in the feel of being totally naked and aroused, I slid my hands slowly down my torso. As they reached my hip, I dug my fingernails in. I rolled my eyes up at the sharp sensation. My gaze rolled right past the posters of Ville, Davey and Jim M., my usual fantasies, and ended up behind my lids. My mind filled with Josh’s sweet, hard body, and what I imagined as a delicious, hard cock.

I gripped myself slowly and let the images and scenarios flow unbridled. Josh tied to my four-poster king bed with me riding him viciously. Josh shirtless wearing my collar. I wanted that boy so completely I couldn’t stand it. Each new image brought me a step closer. I saw myself spanking him, sucking him, scraping my nails down his back, dripping hot wax on his nipples and hard cock. I rose and rose from every minor grip and stroke from hand until all my nerves tingled and tightened in a knot at the base of my spine. I moaned and screamed his name, calling him all the cute and dirty titles he’d from me soon. I saw him sucking me and me biting him, but one final image threw into the abyss. Painted on the inside of my eyelids, I saw Josh on his knees receiving the pounding of his life from me. I bit him so hard that in my mind blood trickled from his shoulder. Mind-Josh came from the pain.

I dropped my hand from my engorged cock and panted. Come striped my stomach and legs. It felt strange as it dried, but the world was swimming. I must’ve drifted off from the afterglow because alarm jolted me from my sleep.

I sat up slowly. My legs still not completely stable so I must not have slept long. As I took a quick shower and began my hair, I couldn’t help but ponder my orgasm inducing fantasy. I had never wanted to fuck anyone. I was a pushy bottom and proud of it. I shrugged. Looked like, Josh would be host of firsts for both of us. I smiled as I flat-ironed and curled my grey and black hair into big spirals. I pulled it up into two high pigtails leaving some curls to fall around my face. I painted some liquid liner on to my top lid. As I rummaged through my closet, my cell phone rang.

I flipped it open as I pulled on a silk thong, folding my penis back. “Speak.”

“I bet you're only wearing your pretty little thong right now.” Rag's growl rolled through my speaker.

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck off, Rage.”

“Baby, don’t be like that,” Rage whined.

"I'm not your baby. Not anymore, Derek."

A moment of silence followed. Rage had not heard his real in years I realized. I started as I heard Rage mumble, "You could be."

I shook my head and laughed before hanging up my phone and throwing it on my bed. I slid into a black pleated mini, a white collared shirt and black and grey sweater vest. I fastened a blood red tie and laced up my platform army boots. Grabbing my bag from the living room, I strolled to the elevator. When I reached the level that adjoined the parking lot, my phone rang again.

I flipped my phone open. “Fuck off, Rage.”

“Good thing I’m not Rage or I’d be a bit pissed off,” Trauma giggled.

I laughed as I reached my Honda. “Good morning, dearie.”

“Come pick me up.” She demanded and hung up.

I laughed loudly and pulled out of the parking lot. After driving three blocks to scoop up Trauma, we took the highway into the suburbs to school. As we parked and jumped out, the jocks strolled up to us.

“Hey faggot.” Some meathead with messy, skater hair said eloquently.

I smirked angrily as Trauma bounced forward in an outfit that almost identically matched mine, except hers was in purple and white. “Hey sexy,” she giggled as ran her fingers down the leaders chest. He shrank back from her like a minister from a plaque victim. I leaned against my car. Trauma could handle this.

“Don’t touch me, bitch. You fucking dyke,” he snarled shoving Trauma away.

She just turned away clutching her face in her hands “But, but,” she cried in fake grief before turning back to the group in utter seriousness, “I was good enough for your ‘dyke’ girlfriend.” The leader’s entire group laughed raucously. Trauma continued wiping her lips with the back of her hand, “And my, did she taste good.”

“Why you fucking!” The jock surged forward to grab Trauma, but was cut short by her fist. She uppercut him in the nose. Blood gushed from his face, and tears flowed from his eyes.

“You bitch,” he tried to growl, but it came out more of a high-pitched gurgle.

Trauma laughed and skipped back to me. She grabbed her purple checkered backpack that she had dropped by my car, and spun for the building. I strutted a step behind.

"You said that just to make him try to hit you." I said catching up to her

"Yup," she smiled. "I had a big fight with Lewis this morning. Needed to let it out somehow. Plus," she smirked feigning fear, "I felt threatened."

Lewis was Trauma's adoptive father who adored her and her insanity. It obviously was not that serious if Trauma was giggling now. I pulled in her into a tight hug laughing as I kissed the top of her head. Today would be a good day.

My initial impression had been correct. Rage’s morning call had been his attempt to get me to skip school with him, which was both a blessing and a curse. I didn’t have to deal with his advances, but I couldn’t confront him either. Also, Kaylee still wasn’t talking to me. I chose not to care until I sorted Rage out first.

Double period of our majors was first followed by my gym class wherein I enjoyed laying out a few of the other jocks in floor hockey. As I changed back into my outfit, one of the freshman jocks approached.

“Um, hi, Render,” the boy whispered.

I smiled softly. He was much shorter than me and obviously a wrestler. “Hi, kid.”

“I don’t agree with any of them.” He said even more softly. His eyes raked up my body as I stood in just my boots and skirt.

I let my eyes scope him. He was at most 5’4 and very slim. His dirty blonde hair was messy and only a few inches long. It went well with his warm green-brown eyes and prominent jaw and cheekbones. He had thin square shoulders and an obviously cut leanly muscled body. I smirked. I would seduce him, but I had a hard-bodied hardcore boy on my mind.

“What exactly is it you don’t agree with?” I inquired pulling on my shirt and sweater.

He raked his hand through his hair as he watched the line of my stomach disappeared under my clothing. If I could’ve sensed lust, I’m sure that this boy’s would bowl me over. I chuckled to myself. I’d been forcibly celibate for months, and now I had two treats shoved in my lap.

“I don’t think you’re strange.”

I laughed outright grabbing my bag from my locker. “Oh darling, you’re lost then. I am quite strange.” With that, I left hoping he’d be dejected and leave me alone. Instead, I heard steps pounding behind me.

“But I like it,” he shouted after me.

I stopped and turned, “That’s a rather foolish thing to call out in a hallway.”

The boy looked around frantically. The bell hadn’t rung yet so it was empty. I smiled. Tricked ya, I thought to myself.

“I’m Tiss. Andrew Tiss.” He said stepping toward me imploringly. I changed my gaze cold. This kid refused to take a hint.

I stepped forward directly into his space. The kid stiffened; his breathing doubled. I leaned down and said very carefully, “I don’t care.” Again, I left abruptly, but this time Tiss didn’t follow.

I sat through creative writing and statistics without any whisper of Trauma morning show and without any sign of Josh. I strolled to my locker before lunch thinking of trapping him in the locker room, only to find him leaning nervously on my locker facing away from me.

I strutted up and slipped my hand around his hip and whispered in his ear, “How are you feeling, Dolly?” I felt him start, and I breathed in a laugh as he spun to face me.

He looked split between fear and arousal. The look seemed to be one he had often. “Hi, Render.”

“I’d prefer master, but Render will do for now,” I whispered as I touched the side of his face. Shame slunk across his face, and he dropped his gaze from mine. I touched his chin to lift his face. “Don’t be sad, Dolly. You can call me whatever you’d like.”

“I’d like to call you that some day.” His voice shook as he said it. I smiled so fully that I thought my face might break. When he returned my smile with even more warmth, I couldn’t help myself.

I tipped his chin up pressed my mouth to his. The electricity that ran through me was stronger than the orgasm I had that morning. I ran my tongue along his lower lip and suck it into my mouth. He moaned, and my brain almost melted. His hands flew from his sides and gripped my hips sliding up under my shirt. The touch of his hands broke my resolve. I slammed him into the lockers, and the kiss turned passionate on both ends. Josh dug his nails into my lower back. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and he sucked greedily at it. I groaned and him and bit him where his neck met his shoulder. Josh threw his head back knocking his skull on the lockers. I lifted my head slowly and ran my hand along his skull where it contacted with the locker.

“Oh Dolly,” I whispered as his glazed eyes stared at me with awe.

“Please,” he whined. I regarded him and suddenly knew that something very intense was about to begin.


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