Free Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts by Kyle Adams Page A

was on the edge of release and had no clue why he was talking about birds. I looked at him with my pleading blue eyes. Hoping he'd take pity and finish me off. He just shook his head.
    What the hell? He was hot but it's unfortunate he can’t seem to differentiate between sex and a fucking inquisition. Oh shit, judging by his smirk falling into a scowl I was willing to bet I just thought that out loud. He removed his fingers from my ass but left the dildo.
    “You know,” he said, firmly pushing himself up so he was looking down at me. Grabbing my nipple, he twisted. I whimpered but it wasn’t from pain. I was starting to think he could make anything pleasurable. “I’m starting to think you missed the part where I said torture until secrets started pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall.” I started giggling at his awful pun. “If you’re laughing I must need to get out the horse whip and electric cattle prod,” he said looking even angrier. He must not find being laughed at during sex amusing.
    “N-no,” I stuttered, happy it was from laughing so hard and not from nerves for once. Managing to get my laughter mostly under control I said, “I-I’ll talk. I swears to t-tells the truth, too!” I don’t know why I was antagonizing him, except the more agitated he got the more I relaxed and the less I thought about my aching need for release. “Here’s a secret, when I was ten I forgot to feed my pet rock, Rocky. He died and I felt so guilty I buried him out back and told my mom he ran away.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what drug I was suddenly tripping on and how I got it while being tied to his bed. “Don’t look at me like that, since that night I snuck out and buried Rocky, like he was nothing but a dead hooker, I have devoted my life to raising awareness for pet rocks. A pet rock is a serious commitment and too much responsibility for a ten year old to handle on his own,” I somehow managed to say seriously.
    “What the fuck? I don’t care about no Goddamn pet rock, Moltenman. Tell me about the Gold Griffin Gemstone,” he grinned mischievously, “or you’ll wear that cock ring until your nuts fall off.” I doubted he’d go that far but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
    “Do you know nothing about the gem? Rocky was the Gold Griffin Gem. The spirit of the last Golden Griffin was contained in a rock. That rock had to be protected and the Griffin spirit needed nourishment to survive until the prophecy was fulfilled. The one who could control water was supposed to surround the rock with enough water and pressurized heat to break the hard shell. Then the spirit needed to be contained in a water cocoon, until it was strong enough to survive on its own. According to legend, it was supposed to be able to bring back The Golden Griffins but since I killed the spirit before I developed my powers.” I shrugged like I didn’t wipe out an entire race of mythical beings. He just stared at me his mouth hanging open. He probably thinks I’m insane but, whatever, I answered his question, “Why did you want it?”
    “It sounded pretty,” he responded as he put his hand on my cheek, thankfully not the one that was in my ass a few minutes ago. “And I like pretty.”
    “I did you a favor then, this was the ugliest, dullest rock I have ever seen. You owe me for sparing you the sight of it.” I liked talking to Brian like this. It was easy, I’ll have to try it when I’m not tied up and naked.
    “What do I owe you?” he asked slyly moving his hand back to my chest.
    “You know”
    “I think you should tell me, to make sure I reward you properly for telling me about Rocky and making sure I never had my retinas assaulted by the sight of him.”
    “I want to come but I want to do it with you inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
    “And you think that will be a suitable compensation?” he asked getting off the bed.
    “It’s a start,” I said with my