Mmmm, the plot thickens. It’s beginning to sound like some trashy novel don’tcha think? Well, as sure as I’m standing here, and believe me I am, this is true. Now Micky is developing feelings for me, and Mike, well Mike is a control freak. What better situation for me to be involved in? Like I said at the beginning of this story to get to involved is like writing your own death warrant. And things are only getting started, wait till ya see what happens next.

        Mike sat gazing at his watch. The hands crept round as he waited patiently for his lover to return. He wanted him. Mike was always ready for sex. It didn’t matter what time of the day or night, if Mike wanted it, Micky complied. He knew that he would be back soon.

‘He won’t know what’s hit him, when I get hold of him,’ he thought.

Lately, Mike didn’t want to be happy anymore, he couldn’t be. His mind was being taken over by his dark side, and now all he strived for was that rush he got; that orgasmic sensation flowing around his system when he inflicted pain on Micky. Every strike, every bite, made him hungry for more. He honestly didn’t know why, he loved Micky; he knew he did. But love wasn’t enough anymore; he wanted to own him, to control him. That was the greatest power of all.

When Micky finally returned home, Mike was ready.

Micky was already trying to explain his meeting with JJ. “Hey Mike, I found her. She’s coming over on Friday. She said she’d be interested in talking to you…” Micky stopped abruptly.

Mike was looking at him in a way that made him feel very uncomfortable bordering on frightened. Micky wasn’t sure if he had upset Mike in some way, but he hoped that he hadn’t flushed out his secret. Was he giving something away with his body language? Had he spoken in his sleep about JJ? He was genuinely terrified.

“Mike…Is something wrong?”

Mike said nothing. He loved to tease Micky this way, making him writhe in guilt. He felt like the teacher in front of the naughty schoolboy who was waiting to be caned. Mike liked the image he had conjured up. He forced himself not to smirk still saying nothing. He wanted to make Micky sweat a little longer.

“Mike…please talk to me. If I’ve done something wrong, then I’d like to know what. I’m sorry though if I’ve upset you.”

There it was, the signal that Mike was waiting for. Micky’s admittance that he was in the wrong. He was so helpless, so weak, no possible match for Mike in any sense. Mike stepped closer and grabbed a handful of Micky’s curls tightly in his hand. He pulled him forward sharply, kissing him forcibly. He pushed his tongue down Micky’s throat causing the young man to retch. Then he bit down hard on his lip drawing blood, which he licked off softly.

Micky moaned, though not in pleasure. Tears were falling down his cheeks, but Mike took no notice. Still holding Micky by the hair he pushed him up the staircase and towards the bedroom.

“Mike…please don’t do this,” begged Micky, knowing what was about to ensue.

Mike refused to hear Micky’s plea, and forced him down on the bed. “Sit there and shut up,” he growled.

He went to the cupboard in the corner of the room and began feverishly searching, intent on finding what he wanted.

Micky sat shaking on the bed. He wasn’t sure exactly what Mike had in mind but he could guess. Mike had changed so much in the last couple of months. His whole attitude on life was slanted; all he wanted from Micky was sex. He wasn’t interested in anything Micky said. He no longer wanted to just talk at night, or sit curled up watching television like they used to. It was just sex and the more pain he could cause the better.

Mike stood up and came towards Micky; he had found what he’d been hunting for.

“You don’t want to be with me anymore do you?” He whispered stroking the side of Micky’s face. Micky had never said or done anything to Mike’s knowledge to make him think that. It was just all part of his sick game.

“Wwhaat?! I do.” The tears were now stinging Micky’s eyes. Why would Mike say that?

“I know that you hate me, well now I’m gonna give you a reason.”

Mike pushed him down on the bed. He pulled the handcuffs from off his belt and strapped Micky’s hands roughly into them. He ripped off his shirt and pulled down his pants. Micky was now lying on his front, his hands bound and his body naked and helpless. Mike fetched a handkerchief and firmly tied it round Micky’s mouth, almost covering his nose and making it hard for him to breath.

He sat down hard on Micky’s back. Mike was much stronger than Micky and his weight was crushing Micky’s chest into the bed. He sat there for a moment, covering Micky’s back in kisses and bites, leaving small marks across his skin, not to cause permanent damage, but enough to leave the imprint across his smooth back.

He climbed off again. Micky caught his breath, trying desperately to allow his heartbeat to return to normal. Suddenly a sharp stinging pain shot across his backside, and then another. Micky couldn’t turn around to see what Mike was doing, but he could guess. He’d seen the whip in Mike’s closet only the day before. Another two strikes across his back, then Mike was close again. He lovingly kissed at the marks he had made, stroking the indentations that the whip had imprinted on his ass.

Slowly he began to move himself parallel with Micky’s body. He was so turned on it was easy for him to slip inside and not break the rhythm he’d started. He moved so slowly, he was almost motionless.

“There, my baby’s all better,” he whispered before shooting his load deep inside.

Micky was aroused too, though he didn’t want to be. His stomach felt sick, his arms hurt and his back was numb, but Mike was treating him so lovingly now that he couldn’t help but feel close to him. Mike sat up and expertly used his hand to finish Micky off. As he came, Micky closed his eyes, blinking back fresh tears. He wished this nightmare would end and he could wake up.

Mike untied his hands and removed the gag. He was touching Micky so gently, that Micky could hardly believe it was the same person who had inflicted such torture on him only moments ago.

“Come on babe, I’ll run you a bath.” Mike helped him off the bed. Micky winced in pain as he submerged the fresh cuts beneath the surface. He sat helplessly in the warm water whilst Mike washed him, never once daring to look him in the eye. As Mike surveyed the damage to his lover, he held him close the tears falling from his eyes. What had he done?

I told you - fucking control freak. So where d’ya think Micky went from here? Well, nowhere is the answer. I know, he’s crazy. Any guy treated me like that and I woulda been outta there like a shot. But I guess that’s what love does to ya. I too was to meet Mr Nesmith soon, but under very different circumstances.

Micky was feeling a little better. The bath had helped some, but his back was still painfully sore. He took off the robe and stood naked in front of the mirror. He could see the four streaks: two on his back and two across his ass. He wouldn’t be able to sit down properly for a while. Why did Mike do it and then seem so guilt-ridden afterwards? Micky didn’t understand.

“Hey, babe.” Mike was coming up the stairs.

Quickly Micky pulled the robe back on. “Yeah.”

“You wanna go out tonight? I mean, when was the last time we got high and had some fun?”

“I’m not sure, Mike, but I don’t feel up to it.”

Mike walked across the room towards him. He pulled back the robe to reveal the damage in the bright light of the bedroom. Mike was shocked and a little turned on at the sight. Had he really done that? He guessed he didn’t know his own strength. He folded the robe back around Micky’s slim waist. “Oh…I’ll go alone then.”

“Yeah… you go have a good time.” Micky tried to act cheerful, but inside all he felt was relief. If Mike wasn’t there maybe he could get some sleep.

“See ya later then.” He kissed him on the cheek and left without saying another word. Micky sunk down on the bed and began to sob quietly.

Call it fate, luck or just plain bad karma that I decided to go out that night also. I had checked into a fleabag hole that deemed to call itself a motel. I was in need of some cheering up and fast. I decided to hit the local bars on Sunset Strip. After all, what harm could it do? I was used to going out alone. Man, this was the 60’s. People did as they pleased.

I was dressed to kill, or to score at least. After my bad judgement with Micky, I was looking for something uncomplicated. I stepped out into the dark street wearing my most seductive outfit: A short black leather skirt, a cropped multicoloured crocheted top with my black knee high boots. Checking myself out in the mirror, my confidence soared; I was going to get laid tonight, no problem.

I headed down the road; the streets were alive with people. That’s what I loved about LA, never a dull moment to be found. I entered the first club. The drunks, who had been stationed beside the bar all day, turned their heads and stared. I grabbed a beer and found a small, unoccupied booth. I looked around the bar. Nothing but the same old crowds of men - no, one instantly focused on my attention.

“Excuse me m’am, is this seat taken?” said a Texan voice.

“No,” I replied looking up to see whom I was talking too.

Two dark ebony eyes shone back at me. A tall handsome cowboy stood waiting to sit down. I took an instant liking to him, I mean, who wouldn’t? With those deep forbidding eyes, that jet black hair, tall lean figure and muscular jaw. He seemed shy, but that was always a challenge.

“So cowboy, you seem a long way from home?”

“No…I live here. I guess the accent throw’s people sometimes.”

“Oh right, so what is it you do?”

“Call me Nez,” he replied sipping his drink but never taking his eyes off me.

“Nez…Is that a nickname?”

“Yeah, Kinda stuck with it now.”

“I like it, it’s unusal…sexy,” I smiled at him again.

“You think….” He paused for a moment then remembered my question. “What do I do? Oh I’m in the music business.”

“Groovy. Me too.”

“Say…I’m sorry m’am , I don’t know you’re name either.”

“Tanya.” I replied. I thought it would be fun to change my name for the night.

He seemed to be relaxing a little. He was like a tightly coiled spring that needed unwinding, I would soon see to that.

“Hey, I could do with another drink?”

“I’ll be right back.”

As he got up, I admired the tight ass walking away from me. Yep, he was definitely worth sticking around for.

“Here we go,” he said setting the drink down in front of me. I swallowed it down quickly.

“D’ya wanna get outta here?”

“Yeah sure, and go where?”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

We stepped out into the night air. Nez walked causally along, a man of few words it seemed. I was trying to get more information outta him, but to no avail. In the end I gave up; he didn’t wanna talk, that was fine with me. In fact, it was kinda exciting to meet a man of mystery. I could conjure up ideas of who he might be.

“Um…Nez, you wanna get a cup of coffee?”

He looked at me with those piercing eyes again. Then he took my hand in his and began to trace my palm with his long index finger. I felt a shiver down my back, as he slipped his arm around me drawing me up close to him. The noise of the streets dulled to a low hum as he kissed me.

“Mmmmm…,” he breathed as our lips parted. “Coffee sounds good.”

“Wanna come back to mine?”

“Sure.”

We headed across town back to the motel. I could barely contain my excitement. This was my fantasy coming true at last. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nez was so intriguing; his very presence captivated me making me want him even more.

“Here we are,” I whispered as we reached the door to my room.

“Ssh, don’t talk,” he replied placing his finger to my lips.

Once inside Nez wasted no time. He pushed me onto the bed kissing me roughly. I quickly removed his shirt revealing his well-toned chest. He kissed me again as his fingers experimented, running down my thigh and under my skirt. I gasped as he slipped his fingers inside, feeling every contour and bringing me to climax.

He removed my top swiftly and began to kiss down my neck and across my breasts, stopping to suck lightly on each nipple. My senses hazed as pleasure took over my body. He knew he had me where he wanted me and as I lie there with his mouth hungrily licking at my pussy, I would have gladly done anything he said. He retreated to my mouth, kissing around my face and smiling. With a wicked glint, he removed his pants and I wriggled out of my skirt, running my hands through his thick black hair.

I pulled myself up from the bed to sit across him. It was time to give him some attention, but he quickly intercepted me and moved me down onto my back. I was rapidly learning that Nez wanted things his way. He lay on top of me, rubbing his erection against the inside of my thigh. He enjoyed the teasing, that was his way. The smile had not vanished from his face, and I could tell he was getting pleasure from making me wait.

He began to enter me so slowly, taking his time, teasing me again. He was using his power of the situation to do things his way. There was no compromise. I grabbed his ass to push him further into me, but his face turned to anger.

“No,” he simply said taking control again.

I just nodded as he continued to build the rhythm. I moaned again as he eased in allowing me to take him all. Then we began to move. He showed no emotion across his face as he pumped me harder and harder.

“Oh Nez,” I called out.

He shot his hand out and placed it over my mouth.

“No talking,” he commanded. “I don’t like talkers.”

He carried on his task, I pulled him down closer to me, our eyes bearing deep into each other. I could almost see into his soul, the intensity was immense. We moved together until I came, but Nez wasn’t finished - he had stamina I’ll give him that. Then I felt him shudder as his body fell against mine.

We lay there in silence, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Nez looked up at me. His cheeks flushed and his lips dry. I ran my tongue over them and kissed him softly. He lay there close in my arms; he was in no hurry to leave. I wanted him to stay, to feel that closeness inside me just a little longer. Eventually, I gave way to sleep as my eyelids dropped taking me into a deep slumber.