Your Kinky Boifriend

A wonderful follower recently sent me copies of the original versions of my stories, which I wrote almost a decade ago. I'm posting them here, unedited, for folks to enjoy.

Chapter One

“Please don’t,” I looked at him, completely terrified. “I didn’t mean to…”

He held the lighter up to his ring, the metal beginning to gleam with heat. “You little bitch, you think I care?!” He leaned in closer so I could see how hot the metal was getting, “I’m gonna fuck you up so hard you’ll wish you were dead.”

“I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry, please don-” I howled as he pressed the searing metal against my inner thigh.

“Wake up, baby.” Aiden was gently slapping my cheek. “Fuck. Wake up baby, please?”

“A-aiden?” I brushed the sleep from my eyes “What’s wrong?”

“You tell me, baby,” he caressed my jawline with the back of his hand, “You were screaming bloody murder.”

I reached out with my mind, feeling his thoughts as a string of colors and words; protection, sooth, blue, kiss, comfort, red, seduce, please. I could hear/see what he was thinking despite the headache that was beginning to blossom in my frontal lobe.

“Someone is being raped…. On base. She’s-” details began to flow back from my nightmare. “Oh god, Aiden… he was burning her.”

His voice was firm, “Can you get a location?”

In his thoughts I could see chains of command; orders to issue, phone calls to make-

I focused myself again, “I’m trying…”

I fought against the headache to re-initiate contact with the woman. Out across Fort Lewis I searched minds en masse for any trace of pain. Scrapped knees, car crashes, labor pains; there was too much extra noise.

“Oh god,” I was trembling, “What if I can’t find her…? He’s hurting her so badly.”

“Michael,” he was trying to calm me down. “Look at me,” His mind betrayed his calm exterior; time sensitive, she won’t last long if he’s burning her, we have to alert the MP’s. “You can do this… focus on the burning. What did it feel like to be burned?”

He was right. I can do this. I remembered the gleaming metal, the look of cruelty in the man’s eyes. I remembered how scared she was as he lowered the burning ring down. The pain… I found her!

“He has her in the building on the corner of Pendleton and North 12th Street. They’re the only two people in the military clothing store.” I felt tears start to flow down my cheeks, “Please hurry Aiden. H-he’s not being gentle…”

I felt Aiden reach out with his mind and grab the telephone, dialing it with his telepathy as it flew across the room and into his hand. I envy his gift sometimes. He can move matter with a thought and I get stuck with nightmares of rape and violence.

He quickly barked some orders at the MP before setting down the phone. “The MP’s are on their way. ETA five minutes.”

I knew what I had to do. I reached out again with my mind and made contact.

She was bleeding from every orifice; filthy slut deserved every single punch. I’d already branded her several times so she’d never forget who owned her. “So,” I flipped open my switchblade, eager to continue the fun, “Let’s see how pretty your whore face is once I carve out a bigger smile.”

She didn’t even try to struggle anymore. Pity, I liked it more when they had a little fight in them. I lowered my blade down towards those ungrateful lips of hers-

“Hello.”

“Who the fuck said that?!” I searched around the room for the owner of that fag-y sounding voice.

“My name is Michael, and you can stop looking around; I’m in your head.”

“The MP’s have them,” Aiden shook me from my trance, “She’s safe, more or less... and they have him in custody.” He helped me prop myself up in bed and handed me a cup of tea. “They said he was just standing over her with a knife; that he didn’t even seem to be there. What did you do?”

I sipped the tea gingerly. “I asked him about his mother.”

He grunted, sitting next to me on the bed, “Really? That old bit?”

“No.” I grimaced, “But you really don’t want to know.”

We sat in silence for a while. He wrapped an arm around me, his thoughts beaming; pride, orange, love, comradery, the hunt, justice, righting wrongs. I smiled; sensing his mind was like pulling on my favorite sweater.

I was dead tired, “Do you think the general would be upset if I called out sick this morning?”

“You’re the mind reader,” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “You tell me.”

I groaned, resigning myself to a day of caffeine and headaches, “You should go back to bed, baby.”

“Are you going back to sleep?” He grabbed my empty tea mug with his mind, transferring it from my hands to the nightstand.

“I… I don’t want to risk it.”

Chapter Two

He was inside me. The fingers of his mind reached past my flesh, delving towards more sensitive spots. “A-aiden?

“What’s wrong, baby?” he chuckled, “Did I find your spot?”

I practically fainted as the tendrils of his mind began to vibrate my prostate. He held me up, somehow managing to pin me against the wall. The pleasure was relentless; it always was with him.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum…” I was on the verge of tears.

He kissed me at the nape of my neck, “I know.”

I woke up sometime later in the evening. Aiden was asleep next to me, and simply looking at him brought back phantom spikes of pleasure. Blocking bullets, rending metal or flesh, stopping tanks dead in their tracks; The army had found many uses for his extraordinary telekinetic prowess. But I always found his intimate talents to be much more useful.

I reached out with my mind, enjoying the familiar patterns of his thoughts. He was chasing something in his dream. Goals, white, sundown, the pursuit; it was a dream he seemed to have often.

I pulled myself out of bed, my legs still wobbly from the powerful climaxes Aiden had induced. I made my way into the kitchen for a glass of water. It was surprising how much moisture I could lose from simply making love.

“Must have been a fun night.”

The voice… It was familiar, but I knew I wasn’t hearing it with my ears. I quickly threw up mental barriers around myself, and reached out for Aiden’s sleeping mind.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The voice sounded powerful, “You could probably keep yourself safe from my assault for a few minutes, but you don’t have the strength to protect him too.”

I bit my lip, turning all of my attention to the voice, “Is this the part where you make me tremble in fear?” If I could distract the voice, maybe I could track it. “That’s the cliché isn’t it?”

“Feisty, aren’t we?” The voice seemed amused, “You assume I mean you harm?”

“Friends don’t typically open with threats,” I bristled back, “Besides, I happen to read minds and yours doesn’t seem pleasant.”

“Tut, tut.” The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, “All I wanted to do was say hello.”

I layered my thoughts with sarcasm, “Hello. Mission accomplished. Now, what do you really want?”

But the voice was gone. There was no trail, no glint of consciousness to guide me toward the broadcaster. I was alone again in the kitchen.

“I’m telling you Aiden, I was awake. It happened.” Neither of us were morning people, and this morning was no different. “I can show you.”

“Fine,” He poured a cup of coffee and sauntered over to the kitchen table, “Just let me have my coffee first.”

Up until now, I was the most powerful psychic on record. It was natural of Aiden to be skeptical of my story, but I needed him to take me seriously.

He took a few sips, “All right, show me.”

I began to knit a bridge of thought between our minds. His brain was buzzing with activity – “-probably just overreacting, if there was a powerful psychic out there we’d have felt him by now. Maybe I fucked the sense out of him last night? Maybe I need to fuck it back in this morning… God he’s hot when he’s-” Our minds met and I began to relay the previous night’s experiences to him.

Once I was finished he took my hand, “I’m sorry,” he was sincere, “I just thought maybe you were dreaming.”

“I know,” I looked down at the floor, “I’m a bit scared… what are we going to do? What if the voice comes back and I am too weak to stop him?”

Aiden reached out with and pulled my chair closer to him. He wrapped his arms about me protectively, “Hey, you aren’t weak… We’ll figure this out.”

“I hope you’re right…” I laid my head against his shoulder, “Why can’t I ever get a good night’s sleep?”

Chapter Three

My head pounded, a cacophony of over a million unedited thoughts poured through it as I strained my perception to the limit. “One voice,” I willed myself to go on, “I’m searching for just one voice.”

“Stop it,” Aiden broke my concentration, “You’re bleeding.”

I swam back from the gulf of minds, only somewhat conscious of the blood dripping from my nose, “I can’t find him…” My legs started to give way, “I can’t sort through so many…”

“Shh… I’ve got you,” Aiden supported me, helping me move toward the bathroom, “You don’t have to do this alone.”

I let him practically carry me to the tub, which he’d filled with steaming hot water, “Why do you stay with me?” I felt defeated, “There are other guys out there who-”

“Here,” he interrupted, handing me a cloth for my nose, “I’m gonna fix it, so stay still.”

I sat on the edge of the tub and he crouched in front of me. My whole body shivered as he clasped my head, “You don’t have to do this, I’ll be fine in-”

Words failed me as Aiden reached inside my body with his mind-hand. I could feel him inside my skull, seeking out the burst blood vessel, accelerating repairs on a cellular level.

“How are you so powerful?” The pain of my headache disappeared, leaving me even more aware of how weak I truly was, “You’re like a God…”

“Don’t talk like that,” he kissed me, “I just know how to make you feel better…”

Our kissing escalated. I moaned, completely seduced by his gentility. “Will you… will you make me cum?” I pleaded.

“From headache to horny in under five minutes,” he chuckled, “God, I love you.”

“I’m… not actually that horny,” I confessed, not wanting to look him in the eye, “It just helps.”

He cupped my cheek. “Helps?”

“It overwhelms me,” I reached out and squeezed his hand, “It’s the only time the minds around me stop whispering.”

The bath had been delectable and Aiden took his time guiding me to my release. He held me during my climax, aware for the first time of how significant these moments of passion truly were.

As we lay together in the now tepid bath a question began to simmer at the back of his mind. I watched it brew and bubble, waiting for the opportune moment to emerge. “I’m a psychic,” I snuggled against his broad shoulder, “Just ask your question.”

“Does my mind… hurt you?” Aiden’s voice was filled with sincerity and concern, “Do I make it worse?”

“Never,” I ran my pruned fingers up his side, “Yours is one of the few minds I find comforting.”

He seemed amused, “Oh?”

“You’re focused, task oriented. Maybe it’s a natural byproduct of your gift, or maybe it’s because you have to stay sharp in order to use that gift.” I sat up in the bath, ready to start drying off, “All I know is, your mind is one of the many things I love about you.”

He practically beamed with pride, “Careful honey, you’re gonna give me a cavity!”

We laughed, helping each other towel off and get ready for bed. Work had been difficult this week with everyone in the unit scrambling to identify the owner of the voice I’d heard. Compounding that was my almost religious need to spend my evenings continuing the hunt. I climbed into our bed next to Aiden.

“I think you need a vacation,” Aiden pulled me to his side, “I think we should go somewhere outside the city, let you clear your head.”

“Literally.” I chuckled, “That might not be such a bad idea.”

“I’ll talk to the general tomorrow,” he continued, “We both have some leave built up, and I think it will do you some good to rest that head of yours.”

“Aiden?” Sleep begin to tug at me.

He flipped of the light, “What, love?”

I was smitten, “Thank you.”

YOUR KINKY BOIFRIEND
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