Story Orgy Monday: Even Steven part 10

Happy Story Orgy Monday! I hope y'all are well! If you don't mind, I'm just going to ease right on into the prompt this week.

The prompt is:

Your character's best girl friend is having a spring themed potluck at her house. He thinks she has ulterior motives. What happens?

Even Steven part 10

by

JR Boyd

Steven listened to the soft rumble of Braden’s voice as he rested his head on the grotto wall beside him. Braden's story resembled that of a superhero straight out of a comic book, making him smile even though he felt hopeless. Hanging on to Braden's every word, the picture unfolded in Steven's mind like scenes from a movie.

"A Rope, a knife and your fist?" Steven chuckled. "Really?" 

"You bet! I was chomping at the bit to use my new knife. You know I was." Braden laughed and then shifted his weight, his boot scraping the ground as he slid it under his ass to cushion himself.

Steven loved the way Braden's laughter filled the underground space, pushing away the futileness of their situation. Then he snapped back to reality. "Okay, let me get this straight. Antonio knocked us out, you came to and saw that we were tied up with rope so you cut free with the knife and then freed me. Right?"

"Pretty much." Braden agreed.

"I wonder where that asshole is then." Steven mumbled.

"That's the interesting part. I'm guessing it was shortly after we got tied up. I remember hearing Antonio talk to someone." Braden scooted closer to Steven, his voice softening to an excited whisper.

"Yeah. Go on." Steven insisted.

  "He said he had to run out to Don's place for the day. Some big to-do about something." Braden shrugged. "Probably not much to go on."

"The hell it's not." Steven hissed out a breath, holding his hand to his head when it pounded with the effort. "The only Don around here is Don DeSare. Nora's husband, remember? Big ornery dickhead–"

"That's right." Braden snapped his fingers. "But, easy does it." Braden said. "I think he may have hit you harder than he hit me."

Steven snorted. "You're head's just harder." 

"There's one way to find out." Braden winked, his humor having a nominal effect on Steven most of the time, but this was different. Braden’s tone was different.

Letting Braden take control, Steven leaned forward, closing his eyes and parting his lips. He held there, halfway between them, waiting for Braden’s next move. Would it be his mouth that met Steven’s lips…or his cock? Steven’s blood heated, burning away his apprehensions. 

"That's my boy." Warm breath brushed over Steven's cheek as Braden spoke,  his words gently tickling his ears.  

"You gonna take care of your boy?" Just saying those words made Steven's cock twitch against his cotton underwear.

"Anything you need." Braden said.

The danger. The strangeness. Something about the crazy state of affairs and mysterious milieu stirred Steven's mind, dredging up unreserved fantasies. "I wanna feel you, need to. Your skin on mine. The feel of your cock in my mouth. My throat-"

"Your hot ass too?" Steven shuddered at Braden's candor.

Braden took Steven's hand and helped them both to stand. Replacing words wet kisses and winded moans, Braden peeled off their clothes left and right, dropping them to the floor at their feet.

Steven wrapped a hand around Braden's warm, fleshy cock pressing against his groin. Then slipped his free hand along the firm ripples of his abdomen. Braden's heady scent and searing body heat made Steven's head swim with pleasure. Steven's rigid cock jumped with each combined heartbeat, bobbing and making his weighty balls swing. Steven moaned, "I've needed this."

"All I need is you. It'll always be you." Braden's sincerity broke through Steven's emotional barricade and took root in his heart. At that moment, Steven knew he would never be able to run from Braden's love again.

Braden's hands were rough and strong. He kneaded Steven's left glute then the right. Braden's embrace was fierce, passionate. Perfect.

"We don't have much time." Braden's whisper fueled Steven's excitement.

It was all Steve could do to keep his knees from buckling. He turned and braced himself against the clay wall. Steve's head swam in a craze of passion. Braden's hands were skilled and attentive, wasting no time getting Steven's ass ready for what he wanted, needed. When Braden pressed the head of his cock to Steven's spit-slickened asshole, Steven's whole body was in ecstasy. But Steven wanted more. And he didn't have to wait very long for it. All at once, Braden leaned in, filling Steven with his thickness.  

"Fuck yeah. That's it. Why did I wait so long?" Steven groaned, muddling his thoughts. 

Steven matched Braden stroke for stroke, taking all his lover gave him. Braden wrapped one arm around Steven's waist and reached around with his other, jacking Steven's cock in stride.  Another bite on the neck and Braden had Steven on the edge. Braden's cock massaged Steven's swollen gland with each long stroke, making Steven's ass twitch. His cock jerked in Braden's still-stroking hand. Steven's hypersensitive body was in total bliss.

Braden bucked and groaned, sending his seed deep into Steven's ass. The pulsing cock painted Steven's insides with a warmth that caused his own hot load to launch, coating the clay in front of him.

"Does this mean we can be a couple now?" Braden said as his cock slipped from Steven's ass.

                                                                                                                                           

"One thing at a time, lover boy. Let's get the hell out of here." Steven chuckled.

Steven smiled as he got dressed, watching Braden slip on his shirt.  Steven knew there was no turning back. Braden finally broke down the wall Steven worked so hard to build around his heart. Steven was ready for more than Braden's friendship; especially now.

Steven kissed Braden full on the lips. "I'm following you." He grinned.

Braden put his arm around Steven's shoulder and led them back down the same burrow Antonio had lead them down just hours before. Steven kept his eyes on the light at the end of the tunnel.

"These tunnels have to have been here for years. I bet there's an old mine shaft around here."   Braden's level-headedness always made Steven feel a tad more comfortable, regardless of the situation.

Reaching the steps, Braden motioned to Steven to go first. "It's back to the real world."

Steven laughed, squinting into the light. "No. The real world is right here." Steven placed his hand over his heart, smiled and walked up the steps. All the way back to the car, Steven walked hand in hand with Braden, reflecting. What a way to start the New Year. Steven wondered what else could possibly be in store.

Steven slid in behind the wheel and a moment of clarity struck. "Wait! What day is it?" Steven turned to Braden. "Nora's potluck is today. That's why Antonio mentioned Don. C'mon. Let's go!"

"To Nora's house we go." Braden slapped the dash, catching Steven's attention just in time to also catch his wink. Braden leaned over and kissed Steven and smiled. He didn't have to say what he was thinking. Steven saw it in his eyes. Steven turned the key in the ignition and pulled out onto the road.  

<<TBC>>

And, now for the other Story Orgy Monday reads. Let's go see how this week's prompt inspired them. C'mon...I'll go with you...

 

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/
Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Story Orgy Monday: Even Steven part 9

Good morning and Happy Story Orgy Monday! I have a lil ol' shorty short Hook Up for you today. But first, I have two tidbits to share with you. And, guess what! I'm just gonna move this puppy right along *grin*.

Tidbit #1 – Yeah, baby! I'm freakin' stoked about this one. I know, I know...I'm still yapping about it. But it IS another Story Orgy antho. Well, if you haven't heard yet, Story Orgy is going on a Road Trip. I selected my prompt from a whole list of goodies. Much thanks goes out to Story Orgy reader and prompt winner Scot Adams. His suggested prompts jumped right off the screen at me. They are - college student botanist—creek in the middle of woods in Mississippi—creek or woods is haunted - Thanks, buddy! I can't wait to get our story on paper. 

*For more information about Story Orgy or the other winners, you can hop on over to the Story Orgy Blog.

Tidbit #2 – Ha! It's actually two different ones, but who's counting *chuckles*. Okay, real quick...ready? Em Woods' new release Convincing Symon and Lee's Loving Eden. W00t! Now, you have plenty of reading to do hee hee!

Movin' right along...we're ready for part nine of Even Steven. Hey! Are you over there licking your monitor? *sigh* I know. That guy is pretty yummy, huh? We can thank Story Orgy's very own Jade Basier for that slice of Heaven. 

Annnnnnnd...this week's prompt is; well, it's quite interesting actually - In a bit of magic, your character gets to relive one birthday...

Alrighty then...let's do this!

Even Steven part 9

by

JR Boyd 

Steven strained to see the blurry image in front of him. His vision grayed and his head pounded. The smell of dirt was overwhelming, suffocating. "Braden?" Steven mumbled.

"Shhh."

Steven would recognize that hush anywhere. Unable to muster any more energy, Steven closed his eyes and his body went limp.

"Mommy, where is everybody?" Steven said with his nose pressed to the screen door.

"Braden's mom just called, sweetie. They'll be here shortly. Now, stop leaning on that door before the latch comes undone" Steven's mother tied the last balloon, letting it float to the floor.

Steven turned his back to the door, sad eyes behind a pool of tears. "What about Donny, Randy and Nora?"

"Oh, sweetie." Steven's mother knelt, kissing his forehead. "Nora should be here shortly. Don't cry. It hurts mommy to see you cry."

 Crunching of gravel echoed in the driveway and Steven spun around, socks slipping on the freshly waxed floor.

"Don't you get them socks dirty." Steven's mother called out through her laughter.

Steve launched off the front porch as Braden flung open the car door and they both hit the ground running. Steven chased Braden around the yard, laughing so hard his cheeks hurt. “You made it!”

“You thought I wouldn’t?” Braden stopped running.

"I'm right here, Steven, right here." Braden's words were measured, loving, forcing Steven's eyes to open.  Around him lay some rope and inches away Braden's eyes shimmered behind a smiling smudged face.

"What happened?" Steven asked, rubbing his head.

<<TBC>>

Aww...I love those childhood memories. And that Braden boy has always been a cutie I reckon. Mmm...sounds good to me. Get him Steven!

Have you been to the other SO writers' blogs? It's easy peasy to get there. C'mon, I'm going now. We can go together...

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/
Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Story Orgy Monday: Even Steven part 8

Whoo hoo! It's another beautiful Story Orgy Monday! I hope all is well for you out there in your individual worlds. This week I have a full-size treat for you *grinning* . But before peek into Steven's world, let's rehash a little bit of opportunity for you, the Story Orgy enthusiast.
Remember that contest that's still going? Send your ideas for Story Orgy's ROAD TRIP. Here's what you do:

person

(no proper names please—give us a fighting chance *giggles*)

destination

(can be proper or not…hehe)

disaster

(something to throw this road trip in a tizzy…be creative!)

Send your prompt idea (one per person, please) to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com…and March 1^st we’ll be picking the prompts that scream our names! Pssst...March 1^st is right around the corner. Don't let it sneak up on you.

Oh! And my muse... Em Woods has another release! Make time to click on over to Total E-Bound to get your copy of Em's latest, "Convincing Symon". You'll be glad you did.

Alright then! Now with that all said and done, are you ready to catch a glimpse at Steven and Braden? If you missed last week's prompt, you will want to go back and catch up. This week's prompt is – Write about a secret revealed.

Even Steven part 8

by

JR Boyd

"Braden, you're my best friend and I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?" Steven's heart lurched into his throat at the thought of what he was going to say. 

Damn it! I should've told him sooner.        

                                                                               

Braden’s stare grew dark. His brows drew close together and his eyes turned stormy. Tension filled the air, constricting Steven's lungs. Steven would've done anything to keep from shattering the safe harbor they’d found with each other in the last few hours. He knew now how deep Braden's love for him ran. Even though the feeling was mutual, Steven simply carried too much shame to accept that it would sustain them through what was to come. 

Braden released a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. "Steven, we're here." His eyes popped open. "Spit it out if it’s that important."

Braden's mild outburst was nothing compared to what was about to happen and Steven couldn't postpone it any longer. The radio playing in the background suddenly changed, startling Steven. And Braden too, judging from the way his head jerked when the music turned into that confusing sound of the rolling dial when trying to find something on the radio.

"Whoever's out there is either bored or they want us to know they're there." Braden glanced around before slapping his hand against the car door, then gave the handle a tug. Quick as a whip, Braden flicked the door open and swooped his hand to the ground, snatching up a stick that had fallen from the nearby elm tree. Braden slammed the door, fished his new knife from his pocket and pulled the longest blade from its two-tone casing. 

Well, I guess my secret will either make or break any chances of me having a future with him. Steven watched Braden slide the knife blade down the stick as wood shavings fell to his floorboard. Smooth strokes left clean wood. Maybe this could be like that, leaving a clean place for them to start.

"He raped me. Antonio fucking raped me, Bray." Steven clamped his trembling bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes welled up with tears. Braden's face looked distorted and blurred until the tears spilled over, restoring his vision. The cold fury on Braden's face made the knots in Steven's stomach tighten more. Steven had only seen that look on Braden's face one time before – when Braden found out that Antonio had roughed him up in the first place. Steven's seventeenth birthday party.  

A clenched jaw and fiery eyes was all Steven could see. Braden's muscles worked overtime as he sat in the passenger seat, silent as a stone. Steven didn't know what was going through his friend's mind, but he did know whatever it was couldn't be good. Especially considering Braden's anger when he'd only thought Steven was not only beaten by Antonio, but raped too. Braden's gaze darted across the dry stretch of land to their right and remained that way until Steven found own gaze drawn to the hill in the not-so-far distance. Nothing there except blue sky. That’s when Steven realized Braden was avoiding looking at him.

"I wanted to tell you. I really did. But, it just hurt too damn much, you know?" The ache in Steven's stomach gave way to nausea. “It’s fucking embarrassing. It shouldn’t have happened to me. I should have been smarter. Faster.” 

"Let's see what that mother fucker does to me." Braden's nostrils flared as he flipped the whittled stick onto the floorboard and closed his knife. 

"No, Braden. There's still more you need to know."Despite Steven's yell, there was no stopping him. Steven called again and again through the car door that Braden left wide open. "We don't have time for this, Braden. Come back!"

But Braden was gone. He’d disappeared into the glare of the sun.

"Damn it to hell!" Braden pounded on the console before flinging the car door open and making a mad dash into the field. I've got to catch him. Can’t let Antonio have him.   

Steven ran, measuring his stride. He had made that mistake last time, and had run out of breath and couldn't go any further. That's how Antonio had caught up with him at the tree beside the road. Even thinking about it pushed Steven's anxiety through roof. He kept running."Braden." Steven called, drawing out the name for as long as he air in his lungs. He crested a small rise, startled that Braden was nowhere in sight. He stopped, bracing his hands on his knees, his breath loud in his ears. 

He took a step toward the farmhouse he could now see in the distance, then pulled up short at a harsh shushing sound to his left. "Who's there? Show your face you oversized muscle head–"

"Over here. Hush up." The breathy undertones scared the hell out of Steven. He jerked his head in the direction of the sound and saw Braden hunkered down in the neglected dry grass from the previous year. 

"Get down. Now." Braden insisted. 

Steven dropped to his knees, heart pounding in his chest. Flashbacks of his abduction flooded his mind. The same smell of parched dirt, the blinding sun, suffocating heat clogging his lungs. Steven bent over, one arm instinctively covering his head.

"Steven. C'mon, snap out of it." The touch of Braden's hand on his shoulder startled Steven. The urgency in his voice worked like smelling salts, snapping Steven back to reality. He opened his eyes to see Braden inches away. 

"I must've blacked–"

"Shh. Listen to me." Braden's finger lay softly on Steven's lips. "I saw Antonio walk across the field. There's a shed right over there. He went in there."

"Braden, that's what I was trying to tell you back at the car. His family practices some sort of dark magic. That's not a shed." Steven turned to point, his eyes fixed on the hill. Blinking back the terrifying memories of his time here, Steven looked back toward the car. "If you've trusted me, ever, you've got to trust me now. We're dealing with more than Antonio here. This land harbors pure evil." 

"What?" Braden's face scrunched in confusion. 

I’m not getting this out right, Steven thought. 

"Steven. Hey, babe. You've got to stay with me. Better yet, stay ahead of me. You seem to be the only one who knows what the hell is going on." 

Braden's patience was obviously running out. But there was only one other thing Steven could think of that would be more detrimental. Steven rose to his feet, guiding Braden to stand with him. With renewed confidence, he replaced his whisper with his normal tone."Braden, there are tunnels all through that hill. That shed is one of the entrances to the underground."

"Like a secret society?" Braden's interest was written all over his face. He wanted to know more.

"You can say that I guess. Don't remember all the details, but I do know I was wanted really bad by Antonio. He found ways to control my body, but I never gave him my heart." 

"But you loved him." Braden said, looking at the hill with Steven, confused.

"No. Not like that. Never like you. And once I learned of his evil family and their rituals, ceremonies or whatever you wanna call them, I wanted away. They're fucked up. That's all I can say." 

"Fucked up, huh?" The brusque voice came from behind him, setting Steven's heartbeat racing. 

"Where did you come from? You sorry piece of shit," Braden growled as he maneuvered his way between Steven and Antonio.

"I have a feeling we're about to find out." Steven muttered under his breath. He scanned the area, looking for any place Antonio could have crawled out of."C'mon. Enough chitchat. This ain't social hour." Antonio chuckled. “Well, I guess it could be.”

"What a fuckin' derelict." Braden shifted slightly closer to Antonio and Steven recognized his fighting posture.

"You won't be sayin' that for long. " Antonio raised the barrel of a shotgun he had hidden at his side. "You too, piss ant." The end of the gun jerked off to the side as Antonio pointed with it. 

"Oh fuck. Don't tell me." Steven took the first steps, sure of what he was about to see. A dark hole in the ground with a large sheet of plywood slid alongside. Steven looked at Antonio. "How in the hell did you tunnel all the way out here? The hill is way over there." 

"Keep movin', pretty boy." Antonio nudged Steven's ass with the gun barrel. 

"Don't touch him, dickhead," Braden said. 

"Ahh, a little bit more that friends are ya?" Antonio was calm. So Steven thought. ”Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make sure you see the whole show this time when I fuck him.” 

Steven decided to focus on what was ahead of him, instead of what was behind him. After 20 paces- he kept count this time - he reached what appeared to be the flooring of a small chamber with a single small entrance in the dirt wall. 

"Don't stop until I say so." Antonio ordered.

"It's dark. I can't see where to go." Steven said. 

"Nice try. Don't act like you've never been here before. Keep going." The commands Antonio kept spouting suffocated Steven even more than the confines of the small cave. 

"Steven?" Braden's uncertainty echoed through Steven’s head. 

"What?" Steven whispered.

"Have you been here before?" Braden's curiosity struck a nerve, sending balls of fire pinging from one synapse to another.

"Shut the fuck up. You'll have a chance to talk soon enough." Antonio's words lingered in the forefront of Steven's mind. 

Soon enough? What the fuck does that mean? Have I been here before? Steven was glad Antonio didn't want any one talking; finally, a minute for Steven to take in his surroundings. There was something burning in his mind, but he couldn't quite figure it out. 

The dark, motionless air smelled of pure earth. The only thing Steven could see was the palest of lights penetrating the blackness, guiding him. But Steven didn't remember this particular tunnel. Though, they probably all looked the same in the dark.

Steven stepped faster and faster as he closed in on the light source, whatever that was. He heard Braden's footsteps hasten behind him. And then a scuffle. Steven didn't have time to say anything. He didn’t even have time to turn around to see what the commotion was. All he could do was watch as the dim glow in the close distance grew dark.  

<<TBC>>>

Hmmm...I sure hope Steven can see the light soon. Sheesh. Now, let's go take a gander at the other Orgy posts...just follow me...

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/
Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Story Orgy Monday: Even Steven part 7

Happy happy Monday morning, Story Orgy enthusiasts! This is my week for the Hook Up, so it's a shorty for you. But be ready for next week. My boy, Steven, is aching to get something off his chest. But anyhoo, you have a whole week to get ready for that.

Speaking of getting ready, have you sent The Story Orgy your prompt ideas yet? The contest is still going. Send your ideas for Story Orgy's ROAD TRIP. Here's what you do:

person

(no proper names please—give us a fighting chance *giggles*)

destination

(can be proper or not…hehe)

disaster

(something to throw this road trip in a tizzy…be creative!)

 

Send your prompt idea (one per person, please) to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com…and March 1st we’ll be picking the prompts that scream our names!

Oh! And did you hear about my muse? You guessed it. Em Woods has another release! Make time to hop on over to Total E-Bound to get your copy of Em's latest, "Convincing Symon". You'll be glad you did.

Now, are you ready for a lil ol' sump'n sump'n about my boys Steven and Braden? If you missed last week's prompt, you will want to go back and catch up. This week's prompt is a quote; so, be on the lookout for how I use it. That way you can compare to the other Story Orgiast's blogposts hehehe...okay, the prompt quote is:

"Someone's playing the radio."

And now for this week's installment of Even Steven...and don't forget to take time to smell the...erm...I mean get an eyeful of the yummy inspiration Jade Basier found for the prompt. Mmmm...

Okay, okay! Here's the story *ahem*

Even Steven part 7

by

JR Boyd

Steven drove a path he knew well, darting an occasional glance Braden's direction. Although he was curious about what Braden could've been talking about in his sleep, Steven dared not ask. He was still figuring out a way to fill Braden in on some of the details he hadn't yet divulged.

Steven saw a huge elm tree in the distance. The landmark for the only secret he had ever kept from Braden. Steven jerked the wheel, hastily pulling the car off the road before turning to Braden.

Curling his leg into the seat, Steven searched Braden's eyes for something, anything - hope, more understanding...something that would make him feel more at ease.

"Braden, there's a few things I need to tell you."

The puzzled look on Braden's face caused a lump to form in Steven's throat, further delaying the inevitable.

"Well, spit it out." Braden's eyebrows knitted together.

"See that hill?" Steven pointed slowly, sweeping the view up ahead. "And that stretch of land?"

"Yeah."

"It's all Antonio's. Braden, it's about to get real nasty."

"What do you mean?" Braden asked.

"If my hunches are correct, Antonio is bluffing about having a hostage. So far, anyway. The bloody hands in that picture are nothing but a crazy ass photoshop job." Steven's finger pressed the photo. "But the portable stereo in the background? Huge clue. He's had it for years."

"Do you hear that?" Braden slowly rolled the window down.
"Someone's playing the radio." Shit, he was running out of time.  

<<TBC>>

Hnmmm...Steven better be for telling the scoop. Braden's too damn nice LOL. Okay...ready for the other blogposts? I can't wait to see what the other's wrote about. C'mon, you know the drill. I'll go with ya *grin* ...CLICK...

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/
Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/