HT100 Challenge 60 - Bite Me - Initiation
Written for mazephoenix for participating in the IWD challenge
Vern Schillinger/Chris Keller
pre-OZ
The kid was going to have to change his ways in a hurry if he wanted protection. He was more punk than prag, always walking around with that swagger that really just seemed to draw attention to his ass. Then there was the easy smile, accentuating that oh-so-fuckable mouth. It always looked like he knew everyone’s deepest secrets.
Vern made no secret that he wanted the kid for his own. He could sense the others taking an interest so he needed to move fast.
He made the kid an offer. Protection in exchange for sex. It was very simple when you came down to it. The brand would make it official.
“Fuck that,” the kid responded. “Nothing permanent. You want to mark me up? Punch me, cut me, or bite me. Just realize that I can and will give as good as I get so choose wisely.”
Vern grinned at the kid’s moxie. A little fighting was good for the soul sometimes, but Vern was more of a lover than a fighter. A bite in the right spot would leave a mark as nice as a bruise and give the added bonus of giving the kid a hard-on.
“Alright, Chrissie,” he said, stepping closer. He nipped at the boy’s collarbone, then found a spot just below the kid’s ear and moved in for the kill. The kid moaned from the pain and swayed toward Vern.
Vern smiled. He and Chris Keller were going to have a lot of fun together.
Vern Schillinger/Chris Keller
pre-OZ
The kid was going to have to change his ways in a hurry if he wanted protection. He was more punk than prag, always walking around with that swagger that really just seemed to draw attention to his ass. Then there was the easy smile, accentuating that oh-so-fuckable mouth. It always looked like he knew everyone’s deepest secrets.
Vern made no secret that he wanted the kid for his own. He could sense the others taking an interest so he needed to move fast.
He made the kid an offer. Protection in exchange for sex. It was very simple when you came down to it. The brand would make it official.
“Fuck that,” the kid responded. “Nothing permanent. You want to mark me up? Punch me, cut me, or bite me. Just realize that I can and will give as good as I get so choose wisely.”
Vern grinned at the kid’s moxie. A little fighting was good for the soul sometimes, but Vern was more of a lover than a fighter. A bite in the right spot would leave a mark as nice as a bruise and give the added bonus of giving the kid a hard-on.
“Alright, Chrissie,” he said, stepping closer. He nipped at the boy’s collarbone, then found a spot just below the kid’s ear and moved in for the kill. The kid moaned from the pain and swayed toward Vern.
Vern smiled. He and Chris Keller were going to have a lot of fun together.