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The NOthing Update

9/22/2016

 
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I have a load of excuses this week.

But they are good ones!

My hunny has massive tooth pain and I am his nurse. And his stand-in mommy. Therefore...I can give an excerpt of Pyromage which I'm rethinking the title of. I having thoughts of what I want to do with it in terms of marketing. Okay I know that sounds like I'm writing a book based on the market, but I'm not...

The story is totally writing itself, but I know this book can go on to be a series and that's what I want to write -- a series. I want to stick to these characters for a while and they, so far, have agreed. I mean it's like having a film crew in your face 24/7, but these guys are amazing! They say, sure! We'll be subjugated to being watched.

Sometimes I don't know if I'm filming porn or...something entirely different.

Anyway, my goal is to explore their relationship because hell if I'm ever going to be a fly on the wall for a three-some type all male menage. Theirs is a journey. A life long one. It's going to be awesome to write them. In any case I have an excerpt...

Excerpt
Warning: Strong language

Author Note: This scene was an idea I had trying to show Kuval's calm reserve and his out of the box thinking. Please note that you will find grammar issues as this has not been edited.
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“Next time I’m free, you won’t even be ash.”

Kuval cast a smile down at me. “You’re cheeky for someone in chains. I like you.”

“Your affection scares me more than anything else,” I huffed.

“Simmer down, charcoal.”

I narrowed my eyes and turned up the flames covering my body.

“Nah-ah,” he clucked and lifted the bucket of water. “Simmer down.”

“Do I look like a hearth?” But I had no desire to go another round with Water. I decreased my flame.

“There’s a good boy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Kuval stepped over and tweaked my nose. “Good boy.”

If only I were a good boy. I wouldn’t be in this mess.  

After setting the bucket down, Kuval strode over to a burlap sack next to the door. The bag was large enough to stuff a body inside. He opened the top and pulled out a bottle with a spout on top.

“Olive oil.” He came over and sat in between my legs. Bottle in hand, his other palm held over my chest. “Little lower.”

I grit my teeth. “What for?”

“Come on. Don’t worry, Sparky, this won’t hurt.” His bright smile made me pull at the metal bands around my wrists.

“Don’t be like that. I’ve got something for my good boy.”

Resigned, I closed my eyes and sighed. “Fine.”

My Fire lowered, reducing my heat output. Liquid hit my stomach. Kuval poured olive oil over my navel to my chest. “What the hell?”

He answered with his half-lidded seductive gaze and knowing smirk. His hand hoovered over my chest for about four seconds. Gutsy considering I’d burned his hands and he’d just recovered.

“Perfect, stay like that.” He went back to the burlap sack and pulled out two white wrapped packages.

“What are those?”

Kuval laughed. “Stop being so paranoid kid.”

“Stop calling me kid! Stop calling me good boy! Stop calling me degrading shit!” I pulled at all four bonds in an attempt to rid myself of my frustration. There was no way I was getting out. The metal clasps held me tight.

My warden unwrapped one package. “Stay still.”

The succulent smell of prime beef caught my attention.

Kuval took the package and slapped the rarest piece of steak I’d ever seen on my chest.

“I’m not your fucking grill.”

“Yes you are.”

“You…bastard…” I started pulling at my bonds again.

“Stop.” Kuval’s command reverberated within the room and through my bones. “If you burn my food or dump it on the floor I will eat your share.”

“And if I ruin that one?” I sneered.

“I’ll open the fountain wide open and go have a leisurely dinner somewhere across town.”

I stopped moving. Our eyes held each other’s in challenge.

The largest growl in the history of hunger pains rumbled through my stomach. Cowed—by my own body. Embarrassing. 

Kuval laughed, unwrapped the other piece of meat and slapped that chuck of prime beef along my stomach.

“Good thing your paipan.” He walked to the table and rummaged through tools.

“I’m not hairless.” Fucker. I had some pubic hair. I lifted my head and looked down. Two large sides of cow beef blocked my view. But I didn’t need vision to know my cock was growing stiff. Over a meal no less.

He snorted. “I’m willing to wager you don’t take care of yourself down there.”

This growing hard-on needed to be dealt with, so I closed my eyes. Vavara’s face appeared and no more stiffy. It worked every time.  

“When’s the last time you ate?”

I had to think about his question. “Yesterday…maybe.”

He came back with a pair of metal cooking clamps and my antique book. Kuval shook his head and sat down.

I jumped at my cock being squeezed between metal. “Hey!”

“Your dicks in the way.”

Fúrr damn it. I just gotten rid of my hard-on only to have that part of me pop back up. “Can you refrain for five minutes?”

He flipped one of the steaks and flipped it back. “Just making sure you’re not ruining dinner.”

“I know how to maintain.”


Until next time!
XO ~ Stephy

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