McKinney - 1

[7wildwaysup]

Title: Brett Aidan McKinney
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 2348
Rating: R - Deep Passionate Love …
Warnings:  Porn, bdsm…

Summary: (1890’s) - (Brian) is a genius, sent to study at Harvard at a young age, gets a Law Degree and Medical Degree, and specializes in Psychiatry, or moreover studies and research’s human sexuality, or should I say homosexuality... While studying one night him and he's other brilliant friends stumble upon/develop bdsm... his research is born... He is very political active, and works underground to fight the current criminalization of homosexuality...

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 1 - So Young and Tender…

Jonah's POV

I knew I was different from the other boys. I liked to watch all kinds of sports but not for the sport; but because of all the men wearing those tight fitting uniforms. They would get all dirty rolling around on the ground with there little balls and sticks. But most of all I liked to sneak around back and sit on the crest of the hill behind the gym; watching them all shower together through the long windows that run across the top of the back wall.

Seeing all the naked men; I’d get so hard just thinking about what they might do to me. Some nights a few of the local girls would also sneak around back as well. When the men saw them they come out back in the dark and the girls would just drop to their knees and suck them off.

There was one who likes to play with the boys little away from the others, off in the tall grass. I heard her say; I just love to fuck but I don’t want to get pregnant. So you can… you know… if you want… The John pulls back and says: I’m not some fucking fagot… She try’s to calm him saying; I know of course not, but I think you’ll really like it… she pauses then says; some men do…

I’m a little shocked I know this girl; she’s a few years older and sing’s in the local church choir and her grandpa is the local pastor…

I’m really attracted to older men… I know her grandpa, he’s hot…

I guess were all perverted deep down in our souls.

I loved to watch the men, some times after the girls went on there way. A couple of the men would stick around and drink a little whiskey; there in the dark with there pants around there ankles. They slowly start kissing, touching and sucking then full on fucking. I wanted to be touched so bad… But I was just a kid or so they thought, only 14… So I hide in the dark masturbating frantically, pretending there kissing and touching me, fantasizing about them penetrating me, over and over again.

I was obsessed with sex, homosexual intercourse, I was fascinated by it, wanted it, couldn’t remember when I didn’t… I think about it all the time. Yet, I’ve never spoken to anyone about it or sex in general. Society acts like sex doesn’t exist, there all so prim and proper. Expect when it comes to controlling others behavior.

My parents know I’m different but they never say anything my mother baby’s me, smothers me… But she is very supportive of my art; I love to draw, paint and sketch. I think she fears all the new changes in the law making it illegal a criminal offense to perform a homosexual act. Although; we live in a very liberal small town; Southport England, the puritans are everywhere these days…

My father thinks it’s all foolishness and that I should concentrate on going into a trade, learn to be a man. He subtlety tells me that there no place for boys like me in this world now... He says it like there once was… I wonder what it was he desperately desired, when he was my age…

He’s not homophobic, he’s more of a realist; I know he’s trying to protect me in his own way. He’s decided that I need to have more contact with others my own age. Like being a loner has somehow made me attracted to men. But I don’t complaint; I like the idea of getting out of this dead end town.

What scares me is spending the weekend at my Aunt Gertrude’s she’s a real bible thumper. My mother tells me to relax that it’s only the weekend and maybe I can get away and go to the museum or the library, get some culture... I’ve always been very good in school and love the arts; I dream of studying art someday at the university. But I know it’s just a dream; my family is working class and there no money for college.

I meet Brett in a back alley in London, late one Friday night under the bright moonlight. I had come to visit my older cousin Nathan for the weekend. He was 17, he took me out with him to the church mixer. There were a lot of young teens there and everyone was having a good time. That is everyone one but me…

I wandered out back behind the church to masturbate, then sneak a cigarette. I was bored out of my mind the kids were OK, but I’ve always been a bit of a loner and I ‘m not very religious. I couldn’t help thinking it was humorous that I was masturbating under the moonlight behind the church; surely god would strike me down any minuet.

I stood leaning with my back against a row of old wooden mailboxes; the more excited I got the louder the squeaking nails and wooden boards got from all the pumping I was given my cock. Just as I started to shoot the whole row of boxes shook as if they sat on an earthquake fault line.

I couldn’t resist just letting myself feel it in all its glory, disregarding my surrounding. I let my groans and moan’s flow through me, just as my orgasm was… until I finally reached climax and let out a sound that wasn’t even close to human. I just stood holding onto the railing trying to catch my breath and find my strength to stand.

I had snuck a cigarette from my Uncle Filbert, but I neglected to bring a light. I was about to throw it on the ground when a hand reached out and lightly brushed mine.

I looked up into the most intense hazel eyes I have ever seen; he offers me a light but also states that he thinks I’m too young to smoke. The moon is bright and the stars look like there hanging on strings.  He smiles down at me and takes me in his arms and kisses me; he tells me I’m beautiful so young and tender.

He asks if I can feel what I’m doing to him; that’s when I feel his erection firm and large, pulsating against mine.  I’m in heaven as I gently grind into him and moan, oh god yes... He breathes into my neck; you’re my pretty boy, daddy going to make your feel so good…

He motions toward the building; I look up and see an old Inn that looks closed. He tells me it’s a private gentlemen’s club, Club 69 that caters to an exclusive membership. That choose to live in a lifestyle that fulfills certain explicit needs and desires of men.

He tells me its not safe for young boys like me in a world that is changing radically around us. He tells me that he’s never been so attracted to a boy as intensely as he is to me then he says lets go inside.

I don’t even hesitate…

>>>> 

He takes my hand and walks me to the old Inn, it’s locked and you have to have a set of keys to unlock several locks that secure the door. It’s definitely not open to the public.  It looks like any other restaurant or bar men are sitting around tables eating, drinking and smoking and some are playing cards.

 There are drawings on all the walls that are very animated and detailed; it isn’t until your up very close that you can see there depictions of men participating in all forms of sex play. Things I’ve never seen before, never even imagined.

He places an order at the bar and asks to have it delivered to his suite and then he takes me up the stairs to the top floor. His room is large with a sitting area and a bedroom, both rooms have fireplaces and both rooms have a variety of hardware; chains, ropes, harness’s, handcuffs and what looks very much like medical tools and equipment.

I try and calm my nerves as my mind wanders imagining what he might do to me. He senses’ my concern and tells me not to worry; that he won’t do anything I don’t want to or at least until I’ve been trained.

He smiles and tells me that watching me out back was so unexpected and exciting for him. That it’s rare to see someone perform in public like that. That he loves my exhibitionism and says that he looks forward to watching me perform for him and the others…

Then he asks if I do that often, for other men…

I look confused and finally say no, never…

He smiles and asks me to tell him how it feels when a man touches me…

He tells me to be detailed; to not leave out even the slightest sensation I felt…

I blush and don’t know what to say; he’s very patient with me and simply says start anywhere…

Again; I blush…

Then began with; I looked up into the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen becoming completely mesmerized…

He was speaking but I couldn’t hear anything; I was only conscious of his very large penis pulsating like my heart when I felt his lips caressing mine…

I feel instantly in love with him. I’ve never been touched by a man before tonight and now I’m about to give him my virginity…

His smile spreads across his face as he holds his arms open for me, gesturing to me.  He states; on your knees and I settle down between his legs and start to undo his pants. He says; you will call me Master.

He runs his long fingers through my golden locks pulling firmly at the back of my neck. He instructs me to run my tongue around the ridge of his crown on the head of his penis and down the big vein to his sack… to suck his balls gently and run my hand back up his shaft and back around his ridge. But this time lightly pressing my fingertip on his slit and back around and down his shaft.

He pulls on my hair and I stare into his eyes, he’s very pleased he tells me to open my mouth very wide as he slips his Huge cock in and I start sucking and bobbing up and down on him. I guess it’s just instinct this seems like the most natural thing in the world. He’s starting to get very excited and he tells me just to relax as he stands and lays my neck across the curve of the arm of the over stuffed chair and fucks my mouth so hard; until I feel his sweet warm cum shooting down the back of my throat…

He praises me telling me what a good boy I am, that I take direction very well. He looks at me running his eyes over me; then his hands, his touch is so fine; he stops at my erection and smiles.

Ever since I sat down in front of him I’ve had a raging hard on… I’m so excited I can barely contain myself; I hope I don’t cum in my pants just by touching him. I’d just die of embarrassment… He tells me he’s so proud of me for not coming without having to be told.

He cups me through my clothes and tenderly squeezes me just a little as he pulls me down by my waistband. He kisses me gently as he unbuttons my trousers and lets them fall to the floor. His hands are soft and firm as he slowly strokes and pulls me… Then he takes me in his mouth, while pressing a slick finger into my ass and slowly turns it; rubbing my tight ring of muscles.

His mouth is doing wonderful things to me and I’m feeling sensations that I’ve never even imagined, my mind and my body are both on sensory overload. He has yet to break eye contact with me, it’s like he can read me, feel what I need…

I feel my balls pulling up and tightening and know I’m so close; he just speeds up and takes me over the edge, while giving me permission with his eyes. I tell him I love him as I cum…

>>>> 

I awake to the smell of marijuana smoke he offers me the joint; I’m lying in bed with him, with my head on his chest. I feel like I’m home; I was afraid when I first came here tonight. But he makes me feel so safe. I notice; there’s a bottle of whiskey and a vial of white powder on the bedside table.

I’ve never done any adult drugs before; but my Aunt Beatrix is always snorting something. My mom says it’s for her nerves… It’s the late1890’s; heroin, morphine, cocaine, marijuana; there all legal. You can buy them at the corner drug store. What a world; who would guess where we’ll be in a hundred years.

I’m wondering what is in the little vial, he follows my gaze and says; it’s morphine… But I’ve changed my mind… There champagne and fresh strawberries on the other table.

He pours me a glass of champagne floating a strawberry in it.

Telling me he thinks I’m an angel; saying that I’m beautiful and witty. He wants more from me than what he originally through. He says I’m nothing like he thought that I would be… I’m not a lost, rough street kid… looking for an easy fuck…

He says he had planned to seduce me; take my virginity and show me some of his world. Then maybe pass me along to his friends… The morphine was for if things got a little rough…

But that’s not what I want anymore; you’re not a boy toy, and you don’t deserve to be treated like a whore…

TBC...

Comments

[yvonnereid.livejournal.com]

Wow,what an amazing story,can't wait for more and Gale looks totally hot in that pic.
I know its from Deadwood but I have never seen it.
I love all stuff from that era.
((hugs))

[7wildwaysup.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you like this story, this is my baby...

I'm slightly concerned so please tell if its to filthy...

I don't want the internet police coming and arresting me...

The is part of a big story that I think I'm going to start posting all at the same time...

You can read them individually or together they should stand alone just fine...

Flashes - is current the time line trying to make things right...

McKinney - is the beginning and how thing went wrong...

Angels and Greek Gods is an overview of from heaven of the current time with some twists and turns referencing the past, present and maybe future...

I hope you enjoy and thanks as always for the feedback... ~ K

[yvonnereid.livejournal.com]

To be honest,when I read it I thought it was amazing and not too filthy (you can be as filthy as you like with these two,we won't send the internet police lol)I honestly loved it and can't wait for more.x

[7wildwaysup.livejournal.com]

Thanks that good to know, glad your enjoying it... ~ K

[yvonnereid.livejournal.com]

Its me,I am back again lol.I enjoyed reading this chapter again.
Huge Hugs xxx

[7wildwaysup.livejournal.com]

Oh thanks Darling, just remember that it isn't really beta, at least not by Judy...

Later Darling ~ Kathleen