McKinney - 10
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Title: Brett Aidan McKinney
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 4160
Rating: R, Deep Passionate Love …
Warnings: Porn, bdsm…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable charters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Chapter 10 –
Lara and I can’t seem to comprehend how large
Brett’s has been involved in a court battle with his relatives over his father’s estate… He’s been doing so much traveling back and forth between
He’s father had left everything to his only son, as was the custom of the day, just as his grandfather had left everything to his father, when he passed away. Jasper had taken great effort in setting up a trust fund for his mother and brother investing over 60% of his father’s estate to support them throughout there lives.
But he also made it very clear that he didn’t intend to leave his own accumulated wealth to a woman he never loved and was manipulated into marrying, or her daughters he never fathered.
When he moved to
He loved his mother, had mixed feelings towards his brother… mostly pity… but held absolutely resentment towards his so called wife, a woman he never really knew, and grew to despise…
Jasper had setup a trust leaving his estate to Brett, with the exception of his home in
Even though the current custom of the day was to leave your wealth to your oldest son, his sisters felt with all the current wave of puritan values sweeping the country it wasn’t beneath them to drag there fathers name into the muck exposing his homosexuality… so they challenged any distribution of the estate going to Garrett…
In the short time that Brett’s father has been dead they have seem to completely turned Garrett’s life upset down. He’s lost his job at Harvard; even through most universities have a significantly high percentage of homosexual professors. It’s all so political these days, and it’s hard for Brett not to speak out… Garrett’s decided to move back to
My sisters are very pleased with themselves, until they realize that they may have won that battle, the war just might be turning against there side… you see its still a good old boys club, and they don’t take lightly the acts of a few upstarts skewing with the general custom of men inheriting family wealth…
Brett really didn’t need the money, he has been being paid for his mental skills since he was twelve… if he never worked again, he could live as a king without any of his father’s inheritance… but he’s a workaholic…
He decide to invest in a land deal, the real estate is mostly forest, rolling hills and big meadows, it’s mapped out and chartered as a small town named Spring Garden in Reserve Township, north of Pittsburgh city limits; it’s located in Allegheny County, north of the Allegheny River, near Millvale.
Brett contracted Anton’s brother Carleton Reed as the architect to design our new Victorian home. He’s asked Lara and me to try and find a house for us, to live in, in the mean time. We ran into an old friend of Brett’s named
Lara and I are both a little surprised by some of
Lara chuckles and asks about the girls…
I can’t help thinking that this guy has no idea who Brett really is… yet he also seems all dreamy, and misty eyed when saying Brett’s name, and I wonder if he’s in love with Brett…
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Brett has set up a law office on
Micah was a first year law student, at the
He could see how attached Lara had become to the woman, and decided to offer her a position at his new firm, as well as a place to live, there was an apartment on the third floor above the law office in the old building Brett has purchased to house his legal raptures… and he couldn’t wait to see them claw his sister’s to death… after what they did to Garrett…
Brett had also made arrangements to pay all her tuition and books, in way of a scholarship, funded through The McKinney Foundation named for his father and grandfather, as a way of giving back to the community, by educating and inspiring achievement in
Brett walks into the diner, and sits next to me and across from Lara. He’s truly surprised when he see’s Marshall busing tables, and comments on how he still looks like a lost, gawky teenager, he’s dressed in filthy dungarees, a blue plaid shirt, and cheap work boots, with a purple bandana sticking out of his back pants pocket.
Brett on the other hand is dressed in a long black frock coat, dark grey suit and black vest with a light grey dress shirt, black string tie, gold pocket watch, caring a walking stick and a very expensive black leather brief case, smoking imported cigarettes… and if you looked very closely you might notice the silver flask in his coat side pocket…
Brett says that he shouldn’t be to surprised, that he been in the papers almost every week for months… and that everyone seems to be talking about his personal business, and how depressing it is…
Being the polite gentleman that Brett is; he asks about
Dee Dee the waitress comes to takes our order; Brett has a coffee, a turkey sandwich on whole grain, with no mayo, and a small side salad, Lara and I am having blueberry pancakes, with lots of real maple syrup, and whip cream with hash browns, and orange juice… Brett can’t seem to get over how much we really are alike.
Micah comes into the diner saying that some important letters have arrived at the law office, so she brought them down for Brett to read over lunch, but I can tell that she just wanted to see Lara.
They’re both playing it a little safe, their still in the whole smitten and flirty stage, don’t get me wrong their not waiting, or saving themselves, if they were alone they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off one another…
Brett and I are in a similar state, were still in our honeymoon faze…
He’s sitting a little to close, but I don’t care…
Brett just looks up into his angry eyes, runs his hand through my long blond locks and around my chin pulling me closer and says yes I am; this is my beautiful wife Jonah, isn’t he the most amazing boy you have ever seen… and I’m sure, you’ve seen many by now…
I’m not really sure what’s going on between Marshall and Brett, but I’m pretty sure, Brett just implied that he’s a hustler and trash…
Brett’s angry… he just looks at
Why in the world would you ever think I would be interested in you… WHY… The last time I saw you, I was twelve… TWELVE… isn’t it time you grew up…
Dee Dee calls
Brett doesn’t think this is funny, but we all do, he just says; tell me about your best friend from when you were twelve… I smile and say, well you’re already pretty well acquainted with him… but I’d be glad to do the introductions again, if you want… he just smiles at me and squeezes my cock firmly and says, no need he’s my best friend too…
Our lunch arrives, and Brett starts to review his mail… It appears that he’s been made an offer to teach Anatomy and Psychiatry at
Homosexuality was made a criminal offense in 1885, and he’s been fighting behind the scenes for years to challenge the new laws from afar, but now he’s back in the states, and I’m a little worried about my husband’s career choices… Both seem to be pushing the limits of what this world deems acceptable in the public eye… what can I say I married a rebel…
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We’ve setup a home base on the top floor of a factor building, over on the corner of Tremont and
It’s a little strange living above a garment factory. It’s really noisy during the day with all the immigrant women working at the factory and the buzz of all the sewing machines, but in a way comforting.
It’s just a little reminder of how much we both really owe Brett; our own lives could have very well resemble those of the day labor’s we drawl, and we know it… Lara has enrolled in art school at Carnegie Mellon, and Brett has hired several students from the university to teach me what he considers a proper education. He’s a big fan of home schooling…
He’s not kidding anyone I know he is the one reviewing and grading my work, he sets the lessen plans, and makes up all the quizzes and tests… some might think he is totally controlling, but you have to understand, he went to a private schools and thinks the teachers were all idiots… I know he’s a genius… and I love that he would do anything for me…
Some days I’m completely thrown for a loop, when a new student shows up, with a new subject to study, he likes to keep me on my feet, I have a set time, everyday to meet with my teachers, but the location is varied depending upon what he has me learning that day…
You also have to remember that my husband started college when he was twelve… so his peers are all older then him’ and his students are all similar age to him… he likes to keep a professional distance from his students, but he also longs for friends and stimulating conversations…
He’s also trying very hard to be more discreet, about his medical and legal research. I know it sounds strange but there are spy’s everywhere… and with him being so high profile in the newspaper these days, it’s even more important that him and Lara display a fair amount of companionship in public.
I’m not jealous… I’m not… really, I’m more, lonely…
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I’m trying not to look at him and keep myself from laughing… He thinks he saw me smiling at him and now he’s approaching me… the closer he gets the more I can see that he’s cloths are soiled and he’s kind of greasy…
I of course am angelic and pristine just the way my master expects me to present myself in public, with just a bit of a feminine touch, but I’m a teenage boy. Blond boys are expected to look asexual right, that’s why they make all those little suits with short pants and long stockings…
Besides I’m wearing this for him, for later in his office at the university… he loves to fuck in his office; just the idea of getting caught excites him… I’m pretty sure this has something to do with his dad?
The musician has introduced himself as Eli, says he’s studying at Carnegie Mellon on a full scholarship and asks how great I think he was… I try not to smirk at the bird mess on his back and say I’m sure he’s talented; but I don’t personally care for violin music myself…
Tad walks up and says you must be Jonah Taylor-McKinney; Eli says I’ll have to remember that and try harder to impress you next time… Tad looks at me with a slight disapproving look… and says do you still want to review accounting or I’m I interrupting something…
I look at him and say by all means, he’s just some slick fiddler I’ve never seen before… playing for sky rats…
The last thing I need is my master getting a report back that I’m fraternizing with park scum… My husband is very strict about whom I socialize with, he’s not jealous, or so he says… He just doesn’t share… ever… and he has no problem proving his point, with punishment…
He’s made it very clear that I’m not to befriend
Tad is completely surprised when I already know a lot of what has prepared for me to study today, after about a half hour I just ask if it’s ok if I just take the test now… Tad looks shocked, and fumbles a little and then places the written test in front of me and watches as I complete it in record time. When he’s done reviewing it he’s staring and I say I work for my dad’s bakery for years; I can cash out the books and balance the accounts in my sleep…
Because I was still scheduled with him for another, 2 hours he asks what other subjects I’m interested in… I look at him and tell him that I would love to walk around the art school if he didn’t think it would be a problem… He thinks it’s a great idea and I soon know why…
There an assistant teacher there named Bailey that is taking his class out in the field to sketch the bridges, have I mentioned that there a lots of bridges in
Lara is in his class and it appears that Thaddeus is friends with the student teacher… after a little scrambling for art supplies; Tad and I are now equipped to join the rest of the class. It’s a small class only 11 students and were all scattered across the rolling hills of the college looking out over the view of the river and skyline, letting our creative muse take told…
We sit and sketch all the intricate details of the steel cages that are lacing the landscapes together with there modern designs across the skyline; with its towering buildings of stone and glass beckoning you over the rivers… I love being here and being part of the class, I so long for when I can attend and mix with the other artists…
I notice that Tad and Bailey have disappeared into the pine grove and I can’t help thinking about how much Brett loves fornicating in the woods; to be one with nature… Lara’s looking at me and says you never stop thinking about his cock do you… It’s written all over your face… I get up I don’t want all these college kids seeing me blush…
Now she’s really laughing at me saying; oh my god those rosy red cheeks and the little boy outfit… forget about the bridges… come back … I have to paint you… you look like Blue Boy, about to become Blue Moon…
Now everyone is looking at me… goggling at me… as I walk off into the forest, and learn against a tree…
Only a few minutes pass when I feel hands caressing me from behind; running through my hair and down my shoulders. I would have been worried if he wasn’t sucking and biting me just below my left ear… But I’d know those hands and mouth anywhere… He bites me a little harder than normal and whispers aren’t you supposed to be studying accounting equations… yet here you are, all dressed for a spanking… Shall we see if we can make your other cheeks just as red, little boy blue?
He drags me away, far away from the others and then asks me if I can hold onto the tree firmly or do I need to be restrained… I smile and tell him I won’t move without his approval… He slowly starts taking my clothes off, licking and tickling me as he exposes each part of my body…
I’m already feeling lightheaded from laughing so much, I’m very ticklish and my sides hurt as well. His tongue is driving me wild and the bark from the tree is stimulating me in several different ways… He’s stopped touching me and is just watching me at this time…
I heard him walking around; the leaves and the sticks are crunching and snapping under his boots… I can’t see; he’s blindfolded me with my own bowtie from my outfit… there a slight breeze making my skin react as it blows across the wet areas…
I hear it first before I feel them hitting my perfectly plump little ass, and lower back… It hurts like a mother fucker… and I really wasn’t expecting that. He had to improvise we’re in the woods. He found what feels to be about 15 or 20 long wispy reeds or weeping willow branches… lots of long thin fingers that are slapping and whipping my skin leaving an intense burning and stinging sensation as he lashes me.
After each stroke he runs his tongue across my back and ass, kissing and nipping along the way… all my sensations are on high alert due to being blindfolded and being out in nature. I can’t help thinking that I heard others walking around when he was gathering his make shift flogger…
A couple of his strikes were very harsh; and I hear him breathe in deeply after a couple of them… I can feel something running down my back and ass, but I know that I’m probably sweating, and drooling. I become a complete mess sometimes when we play, what ever bodily fluids I can produce, I usually do…
I can feel his hands again caressing me, telling he how excited I have made him. I can feel his erection against my slick ass from all the sweat and a few blood droplets as he pushes into me a little rough; he asks if I’m ok if he’s being to rough… He’s telling me what a good boy I am, how much he loves me… He’s so proud that I let him fuck me right on campus, out in the open…
He’s worried that he’s hurt me; he tells me later that he was shocked when several of the reeds had sharp burs on the end; and they ripped and tore small abrasions on my skin. Leaving several small droplets of blood, he assures me he stopped as soon as he noticed…
He’s holding me still and cushioning me against the tree as he fucks my brains out with his endless pounding; pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into me up to his balls. Then he lowers me to my knees and pushes my shoulders to the grounds as he takes my achingly hard dick in his hand and starts pumping me…
He hasn’t letup on his slam fest, but now each time he’s crashing into my prostate and sending me to heaven. I softly hear him say cum for me Cherry… You’re so beautiful, I’ve never been more proud…
Just hearing his voice is all I need to send me over the edge, as I cum my walls are just quaking and squeezing his cock pumping he’s seed into me; until he’s completely spent… We’re laying in bliss in the grass spooning each other trying to catch our breath.
When I notice that; we not really concealed in the forest and that our little sexcapade has been observed by several of the art students. Some who have captured it on paper; others have captured themselves in to moment with a fellow student… IE: the student teacher and my tutor…
TBC
