Narrative of Soul Against Soul

Disclaimer: AFI's title, my characters and plot.


hello! some warnings... SLASH!! dont like it?? dont read it. this fic is gonna be a bit smutty 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 8 : To Shouts

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I could’ve killed my brother. Josh was finally growing a pair before Zasha came bounding in.

“Little brother, please put your cock back in your skirt.” Zasha declared before continuing into the kitchen. I yanked my skirt back down and kissed the top of Josh’s head. The poor guy looked shell shocked. I stood taking him by the hand and moving us both to the couch.

“Hey, you okay?” I said turning his gaze to meet mine.

Josh blinked twice, “Yeah, Sorry.”

I grazed my lips across his. “It’s fine.” I rubbed thumb over his lower lip. “Ever think about getting your lip pierced,” I inquired softly.

Josh opened his mouth to respond when Zasha stomped back into the room with a scotch in hand. Zasha was three years older than me and went to the local art conservatory for graphic design and film. We had the same thick, onyx hair, but he wore his to his chin and swept over his left eye. He matched my six feet, but had a far broader build than I. Instead of mossy green, his eyes were a cold blue that often sparkled maliciously. He had snakebites on his lips and his right eyebrow pierced. If an emo kid ran head first into ’77 punk, my brother would be the by-product. He sank onto the armchair I had recently vacated. I glared at him only to have him smile genuinely back at me.

“Well, brother, he’s a good choice.” The familiar shine filled his eyes. He blatantly dragged his eyes over Josh. Josh looked good in his tighter than usual, dark blue jeans and Atreyu tee sans fitted cap so his pale unmarked skin was clearly visible.

I wanted to growl mine and commence with beating my brother to a bloody pulp. I never cared if we shared toys, you know all the boys I didn’t care about, but if his slutty fingers even grazed Josh, I would flip. I smiled sweetly murmuring, “I know.” I took Josh’s hand and led him back to my room. I heard Zasha cackling in the living room. Slamming the door, I knocked my forehead against it and turned to apologize to Josh only to have my voice stolen.

Josh was kneeled on the floor at the side of my bed with his eyes downcast, knees spread and hands behind his back. The sight snapped my dom into attention. I marched over so that my knee was almost in his nose.

“Why did you do that?” I demanded with a voice far colder than my usual. I saw Josh stiffen from the change. He was in unfamiliar territory and loving it. I could tell that he was stuck in his headspace. I stomped my platform boot two inches from his crotch. “Answer me, Dolly,” I said more softly but with less leniency.

“I wanted to please you,” he whimpered. Poor thing was too lost, but he threw himself into the deep end with that move. He would have to learn to swim on his own.

“Stand up. Strip and face the bedpost.” I delivered the order and walked to my closet.

Josh’s head shot up. “What?”

I spun to face him. “Are you questioning me, Doll?”

His eyes sunk back to their spot on the carpet as he mumbled, “No, master.”

My cock almost leapt out of my skirt at his address. “Good, Dolly.” I scratched my short nails through his short hair before digging them into the skin behind his left ear. He knew what he was doing. Josh’s shoulders were a bit too slumped, his eyes a bit too downcast. He formed the perfect picture of humility and shame. I huffed a laugh and dug my fingers deeper until I heard him gasp in pleasure. “Now do as I say.” As I withdrew my hands, Josh leapt from his position and hastily undressed. Once nude, he stood awkwardly for a moment until I raised one eyebrow. At that he turned to face my nearest bedpost.

I went to my desk and pulled out five candles—two cinnamon scented, one cherry, one wildflower and one vanilla. I lit them then stripped off my clothes. I took out a small, thick plug, lubed it and slowly inserted it. The burn bit at the base of spine and the backs of my eyelids. I adored the feeling. I allowed myself to luxuriate in the delicate pain before turning my attention on Josh. He shoulders tightened and forcibly relaxed in a mesmerizing flow of motion. He was so frightened but trying to seem brave. I couldn’t help but salivate. His shoulders, back and thighs were well defined without bulging with muscles. His ass was small, round and high and looked ready to bitten, and his thighs were covered in a sparse brown fur. I reached forward and gripped his hips roughly. Josh was forced to grab the bedpost for balance as I pulled him backward to rub my hardening cock against his bare ass.

“Please,” he began, throwing his head back. The craving in his voice almost broke me. I threw him to the floor.

“You do not speak unless I say so,” I stated coldly, “Stand facing me.” My control was quickly slipping. I needed to get this part of his training over with so I could be more forgiving with him. However, I knew he was inexperienced and untrained so this distant cruelty was a necessity. Josh needed to know what I could be.

He stood slowly, stunned I guess from my outburst. I lifted his arms, poked his abs, gripped at his calves like prospective horse owner. Josh was getting off on it. I raked my nails up his thighs and watched his breath heave. Poor Dolly was working so hard to make no sounds. I walked behind him, kicked his legs apart and spread his ass. Shuddering breaths made Josh’s whole body quake. His anxiety and arousal seemed to battling. I smirked to myself. I prodded my finger at his perineum and dragged it along his fluttering hole.

I let a small laugh. “So responsive, Dolly.” As I rounded him, I took in his clenched eyes, his flushed skin and his fisted hands. Without preamble, I wrapped my hand around his cock. I had been right. Though ignored during the rest of the examination, Joshua had the most delicious cock. The head was round and fat while the shaft was longer than my two fists. With all its girth, I knew it would be a delight to ride. I flicked my eyes up to Josh’s face. His normally light brown eyes had darkened dramatically around the edges and taken on sparks of gold. I licked my lips and dropped.

I slipped my tongue over his head as I kept his gaze. “Feel free to make noise,” I said smugly before engulfing his thick cock. I relaxed my throat and decided to enjoy myself. I took as much as I could and stroked the rest letting my dripping saliva work as lubricant. Josh moaned and roared, grunting and whimpering. I brought him so close that his balls were tight and his base thickening to allow the eminent flow when I squeezed hard on the base and pulled his balls downward. Josh screamed at being suddenly ripped from the precipice. I laughed pushing him back on the bed. He’d have to develop better control.

“Ever been delayed an orgasm, Dolly.” I strolled to my desk and pulled out silk scarves.

“No—I—well,” Josh stuttered slowly.

I made my way back to him and placed his wrists above his head. Josh immediately fell silent, but his eye glazed over as realization dawned. I twined each wrist to respective posts and straddled his hips allowing myself the rub against that gorgeous cock.

“Ever been told you’ve got the most delectable dick?” I whispered into Josh ear while skimming my fingers down his upper arms. He blushed, which I found remarkable. He had a boy straddling him and was tied down spread eagle. How did a compliment over his penis make him blush? I ground slowly against his pelvis, effectively giving him a lap dance. Josh’s eyes grew wide before rolling back into his head. As they slid shut, I produced the third scarf and wrapped it around his eyes. Josh squirmed a bit as I did. I chuckled before leaping from his lap and strolling calmly to the candles on my desk.

“How do you feel about pain, Dolly?” I smirked to myself. I was going to find his threshold and push him past it.

Silence stretched for a moment filled only by Josh’s excited breathing. “It scares me,” Josh answered hoarsely.

“Why?” I walked quietly closer.

“I…It sound shouldn’t feel good…it—” Poor Dolly tried to convince himself.

“But it does, doesn’t it?” I smugly interrupted tilting still burning cinnamon candle over his chest. “This feels good. Doesn’t it?” I let two drops of wax strike his left nipple.

Josh hissed and groaned, “Yes, Oh God!” I continued to drip wax onto Josh’s chest in a random pattern, concentrating extra on his nipples and hips. I decided to switch candles as I reached his pelvis. I walked away from the naked boy on my bed. Josh still lay whimpering. I knew the wax-stricken spots felt like perfect little burns. I knew that Josh was confused by his own reaction to the pain. He had no idea what I was dripping on him nor was he sure that it would leave him unscathed. I laughed again.

“How do you feel, Dolly? Are you floating or falling?” I relit the cinnamon and snatched the vanilla.

“I—uggh.” He began only to be cut off as I let a large drop hit his lower stomach right above his head. He arched and bucked while I liberally coated his inner thighs and hips with vanilla wax. Never once did a single splash touch his cock or balls. I set the candle on the bedside table. Snatching the blindfold off, I kissed him hard. I bit his lips and tongue showing him how much he pleased me. Good boy the kiss said, and he got the message. I climbed back atop him hold his head up to give him more access to my mouth.

I then broke away abruptly leaving him breathless. My fingers scraped along his torso remove beads of wax as they went. “Who do you belong to, Dolly?” My voice had retaken its cold bravado. “Tell me, Dolly. Tell me who your master is.”

Josh only moaned loudly as fingers flicked and pricked at the wax spots. With every bit I would remove, I dug my fingers into the affected skin beneath. The feeling had him squirming and near in coherent. I traveled downward prodding harder as I went letting him feel small jolts of pain with each hand movement. Josh looked as if he would soon go insane. His head thrashed about, and his muscles bulged and stretched erratically. Incoherent babble was spewing from his lips.

“Please…Want…Oh…God! Oh God! More!” he would recite fervently. I slid down and drug my hands across his inner thighs ridding him of the last of the wax.

“All gone. Now, Dolly my dearest, who is your master.” With every word, my grip on his thighs tightened. When disjointed attempts at speech were my only response, I slipped the plug out allowing myself a moan as it exited. I shifted up so I was straddling his hips. I grabbed his perfect cock and positioned myself directly over it. I clenched it at the base, and Josh’s eyes flew open. I smiled cruelly at him.

“Who is your master?” I said clearly knowing I could now break through his haze.

“…y…You are.” Josh stuttered shyly.

“Said it, Josh. Say who you belong to.” I sunk a bit so his head grazed my opening.

“I belong to you,” he said a bit more boldly. I needed him to shout it.

I leaned forward and suddenly slapped his face, “Who am I, you little twit?”

Josh moaned raggedly as his head rattled from the blow, “You are my master. You are my owner, Render. I am yours.”

I leaned back superiorly. “Whose?”

I dropped myself half-way onto that thick delicious cock as Josh screamed, “Yours!”

I closed my eyes and worked myself downward as the burn rolled up my spine. “Yes, mine,” I moaned.

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