Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine. The surfer dude doesn't look after
do it better but I can't afford them...
Thanks to Frankie and Fleur for the beta.
Thanks to Frankie for the bottle
The new season started, and I wanted to express an opinion is
for The beginning and Terma. Feedback not only welcome but craved...
Beer and Whine
by Dr. Ruthless
He prowled into the room, and sauntered up to the bar as if he
was on stage.
Maybe he felt as if he was. I surreptitiously checked him out,
and felt a
rush of warmth in the groin. He was hot! He held himself like
a dancer, or a
fighter, or maybe both. Tall and built to rumble, with long legs
hips, he walked balanced on the balls of his feet as if he was
spring. As he moved, he held his elbows turned out a little in
walk that some of the body builders use, but graceful too, not
the way some of the power lifters are. He was wearing very faded
that fit where they touched, and a soft blue denim shirt open
at the neck. A
black leather jacket that had seen better days topped off a tweedy
soft brown suede boots. He had an earring in his left ear, and
beautiful face I have ever seen. He looked dangerous. He looked
didn't give a shit. He looked...oh God he looked sexy.
I was mesmerized. He ordered vodka and a beer, tossed off the
there and then, leaving the glass on the counter he picked up
the bottle and
turned to face the room. He had dark brown hair, widely spaced
lashes that ought to be taxed, and a mouth that was sending out
signals that totally swamped the rest of my thoughts! I must have
sight. My jaw hung open and I know I was flushed, when he caught
my eye and
I felt like a total fool. He didn't need to be psychic to read
The drool on my T-shirt was a dead giveaway. I blushed, I know
I did and
that of course confirmed any doubts he might have been having
thought processes. I wanted him. I felt like I'd been struck by
Smell that ozone? It comes to you courtesy of my fevered imagination
picturing the things I could do to this sleek, wild animal. My
processes were totally shorted out by this time, and if I'd had
to stand up,
I wouldn't have been able to... well part of me could, but the
rest, not a
chance. When you get that sudden rush of blood to the dick, it
has to be
diverted from somewhere, right? So, let's say my conscious mind
was a little
under the weather.
Panther Boy eyed me up and down. I couldn't move. I was fifty
horrified and fifty percent Oh baby fuck me now! I could tell
minute I stopped being another drinker in the bar and became prey.
washed up my spine to the back of my neck and my stomach did flip-flops.
hadn't said a word up until now, but then he slowly crossed to
eyes on mine like he was trying to hypnotise me. I've got to say
succeeding too. He hooked a chair out from the table and sat down,
his beer to his lips and chugging. Putting the bottle down on
the table he
fixed me with one of those looks. You know the kind, the look
that says I'm
gonna make you scream before I'm done, so why don't you start
now? Then he
lifted that bottle up again and licked the mouth deliberately.
stopped with the direct stare, even for a second. Unsmiling, he
bottle out to me, and I took it with a very shaky hand. His fingers
mine and a shock like static passed from him to me. I drank the
rest of his
beer and put down his bottle. His hand came out to pick it up
again and I
rack my brains for some way of breaking out of my trance. Small
thought, lets go for some small talk and see what happens. I opened
and a croak emerged. I closed my mouth again and concentrated
hard. I'm good at that!
I was self conscious, looking at his green, green eyes and his
lashes, and he jerked his head towards the exit, got up and started
out. Halfway to the door he turned, gave me another shot of green
from those eyes and jerked the head again. I thought, "He
wants to take me
home with him." Then I was on my feet, stumbling around the
table to follow,
watching his buns as I went. Some days you just have to abandon
and go with the moment.
So, I followed Panther Boy out of the bar, and he slowed up to
let me walk
alongside him. I was checking out the bulge in the front of those
trying to keep mine from being too noticeable at the same time.
hadn't spoken a single word to each other but I thought the night
and we've got the rest of our lives. We'll maybe get to talk by
you haven't still got your mouth full!
We turned the corner into a narrow side street, and Panther Boy
flashed me a
grin and grabbed my arm, pulling me with him into the darkness
of a service
road. "Oh my God, service me!" I thought to myself and
it's all I could do
to keep from hooting with laughter and drumming my heels on the
Panther Boy pushed me up against the wall, and stepped in close.
He put up
his right hand to the back of my head and pulled it forward. I
kiss that mouth, but he had other ideas, turning my head sideways
fastening his lips on my neck, just in the angle of my jaw. He
delicately, tickling a bit, and then he bit, quite hard. My knees
and I started to wonder about the survival of the fittest and
the law of the
jungle. Maybe I was going to be lunch. I put my hands on his hips
them in to me, letting him feel the kind of welcome I had waiting
He was hard and ready too, and I ground my crotch into him, cupping
with my hands and holding on for dear life. When you hold a tiger
tail you don't let go or you're dead meat. I guess that holds
panthers too. I clung to his butt like a limpet to a rock. The
feel of his
erection through the denim was making me twitch all over. He was
biting and sucking on my neck and I had a huge hickey by now I
was sure. His
right hand was all over me, first pinching my nipples through
my shirt, then
undoing my fly buttons and thrusting down to case my cock, which
unbearably tight and close to shooting its load. I gasped and
he pulled back
his hand. I wondered what was with the other one and reached out
hold of it. That's when I realised that this nature god of mine
perfect. His left hand was plastic. His arm was missing. I couldn't
determine how much of him was missing, and anyway, once he realised
was doing, he unfastened the buttons on his own jeans and brought
hand up to push down on me. It was obvious what he meant for me
to do, and I
was happy to oblige. Pulling those jeans down to mid-thigh level,
to my knees in front of him, the way I'd been taught to worship
Panther God, hear me now, I'm your willing sacrifice. No doubt
Mom would not
approve, but she was not here, not now, and I probably never would
again. She would not be zooming out in her wheelchair to snatch
me away from
my fate tonight.
No underwear and his cock sprung out at me like a switchblade
and I smelled
the hot, spicy, musky smell of him and I wet my lips and looked
expression was unreadable. My belly was doing its flip-flop thing
I opened up my lips to take him in, relishing the smooth, firm
tasting the salty tang of his penis. He gave a shuddering sigh
his hips forward, putting his hand behind my head and I started
to suck. I
could hear his breath catching in the back of his throat, and
his dick began
to throb, pulsing rhythmically as I worked on it. He was thrusting
forth into my mouth, and I was hanging onto the cheeks of his
ass as he
pumped. My fingers wormed their way into his crack, and I pushed
tight hole to get one inside of him. He gave a sudden cry that
told me I had
found his prostate gland, and I finger fucked him like crazy as
I tried to
stay on the tiger's tail.
Another cry as his muscles went tight and his cock pulsed once,
the rush of seminal fluid filled my mouth as he came. I sucked,
gulped, began to lose it, and felt the residue running down my
Finally, he released my head and took a step back. His chest was
and I could still feel his pulse racing as I slowly withdrew my
its hiding place. We still hadn't spoken and I placed a kiss on
the end of
his cock, and licked around it before looking up at him with my
heart in my
He ran his fingers into my hair, and I arched to his caress, hissing
pleasure/pain when he tightened his grip and pulled. I whimpered
yanked harder, toppling me over and sending me sprawling on the
concrete. I lay looking up at him and he gave me a lowering look
his eyebrows and my dick gave another twitch. God, I wanted him.
"Fuck me, please fuck me." I mumbled, finally discovering
that I could talk
to this creature. There was a pause, and then he spoke at last.
"Get up!" His voice was a silky, menacing snarl and
I stumbled to my feet
quickly, pants sagging around my knees, cock pushing out the front
briefs in an impossible, painful bulge.
"Put your hands up against the wall." His voice came
cool from the shadows
and I turned to place my palms against the rough stonework. Yanking
briefs, he exposed my hard on to the night air. First he pressed
against the cheeks of my ass, and I sighed as I anticipated the
I was longing for. Then, he pulled away and I could hear him fiddling
"OK, Here it comes." That voice again, like cool water
on sunburn, soft,
rough and caressing, making me shiver. There was pressure on my
then something cool slipped inside me. I groaned.
Cool and hard, it kept on coming, and I writhed. This was no lover's
"What are you doing to me?" I stammered, not sure if
I loved it or hated it.
He had me pinned against the wall now, my pants around my ankles,
against me, and the whatever-it-was pushed deep inside me and
My cock met the wall in front of me, and I screamed. It was rough
me, but I was so close it felt wonderful too.
With a brutal shove, he slammed me into the wall. I came then,
wall and myself with sticky white gobs of semen. I fell to my
stuck out like a naughty schoolboy. Through dizzying pain, I gasped
my Panther Boy:
"What are you doing? Why hurt me. I want you so much."
He appeared to consider this, and then he answered me at last.
"Spender, you should go back to that nicotine pickled old
bastard and tell
him you decline responsibility for the X-Files. You can have anything
you want, but the X-Files are not yours, and will never be. You
return them to Fox Mulder right now." With that, he aimed
a boot at the
bottle he had rammed into my ass. I passed out. When I came to,
while later, my Panther Boy was gone.
I still wish I knew where he went, and who he was. I know I will
be the same again.
Sue aka Dr. Ruthless
//Endymion cackles madly in the background//