So excited to be starting my new psychological thriller, working title, BIRTHDAY PRESENTS. This story has been sitting on the back burner for awhile now and it’s time to bring it to life. Here’s a peek at the first, very rough couple of pages.
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Tegan swayed to the music as he combed his hair, an old Rob Zombie album. The static added to the nostalgia. He put the comb down and ran slim hands over his lean, muscled chest and flat stomach. Pert nipples ached to be touched. A secret smile slid over his black-painted lips as he cupped the bulge in his tight jeans. What boy could resist this?
He pulled a black T-shirt over his head and searched the dark eyes in the mirror, pursed his lips. Gloss? Definitely. He knew a certain bouncer at the club was susceptible to cherry kiss. Well, that and Tegan’s mouth on his dick.
At a thump on the wall a frown marred his perfect features. Kyle knew better than to disturb him when he was dressing. His face softened. Kyle. His little gem. How long had they been together? Six months?
His eyes widened in the mirror. That would make Kyle twenty. He’d forgotten they shared a birthday.
With a last glance in the mirror, he left the room and crossed the hall, tapped on Kyle’s door before entering. The young man lay in the middle of the bed, naked skin decadent against the red silk sheets. Cyrus smiled, indulgent. His darling looked lonely.
“Did you need me, sweetheart?” he asked as he lay down and gathered Kyle’s body in his arms. The boy’s skin felt dry, soft; tight over a sparse skeleton. Cyrus could break his bones if he held too tightly.
Kyle’s enormous blue eyes swam with tears, bright with desperation. So lovely. “You’re leaving again?” he whispered, timid.
“We’ve discussed this. I always go out on my Birthday.”
“But if something happens to you…”
“I suppose you’ll die of starvation. No, thirst.” Tegan laughed at the shudder that swept the emaciated body. “Nothing will happen to me. Promise.”
Tegan picked up Kyle’s shackled hand with its long chain bolted to the floor and kissed the palm. He stroked Kyle’s limp cock and watched with satisfaction as it thickened under his touch. “Would you like me to fuck you tonight?”
Kyle nodded, despair in his eyes. Tegan kissed his sweet lips, his heart moved. Kyle had been a wild thing their first months together. He regretted the scars he’d had to put on the pale flesh before Kyle had broken.
Artwork by Autumn Stevens