General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin slides his gaze over to Billy, silent for a moment. He then reaches over, pressing his fingers into the stereo and playing the radio.

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Junior year finishes in a whisper for Lyrin. He felt lied to with how easy everything felt; only three tests, and then after that he was home free for the summer. He enjoys his break thoroughly, watching Kalin finish his recovery and jump back into his hobbies with new energy. He also gets dragged around half the time by Billy, though it's not like he has much to protest against about that.

His senior starts, and Billy leaves to move onto his college campus, the two of them seeing eachother less often. Lyrin thought he would appreciate the space, enjoy the ability to finish highschool in relaxation. Little did he realize he had to finish all his college applications by Christmas break. Thanks to wonderful distractions, he hadn't spent as much time as he should have researching.

On top of that, paranoia began to worm it's way inside. Instead of enjoying the time away from Billy, he spent almost every free moment with the other. Weekends spent in his dorm room chilling (and fucking, because no one's going to stop Billy from taking what he wants), and occasionally managing to convince Billy to come over to his house on the weekdays.

It was one of these aforementioned weekends Lyrin was sitting crosslegged on some strangers couch next to Billy, peering into a cup that held an unknown liquid. He glances over at Billy, watching the other for a moment before shoving the red solo cup towards him, "What is this? What's in here? Please don't tell me it's alcohol!" He huffs, scowling back at the cup. His gaze flicks up as a group of about four guys walk up to the two.

One of the guys, looking like a jock type, talle, but not quite as muscled, than Billy speaks up, "Billy, why did you invite the pipsqueak to the party? It's a college party, not a highschool party."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"He followed me, I told him it was a party, and he just begged to join." Billy said half glaring at Lyrin as he was pushing the cup. "Ofcourse it's Alcohol." He added as he took the cup and stood up. He wasn't able to just command the room as he had in highschool, not the same way anyhow, not yet. "He's old enough to make his fucking choices, so I let him"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin follows Billy, grumbling softly as he took the cup. "I didn't beg!" He protests, following after the other. He couldn't very well sit on a couch stranded on a strange place surrounded by strangers, could he?

The guy snorts, shaking his head. One of the others, less sporty looking and wearing a backwards baseball cap speaks next, "He's a leech. You're supposed to leave the leeches behind when you graduate. Look at him, I bet he can't even get laid."

Lyrin scowls. "I can too!" he snaps, crossing his arms defensively.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Shut up and drink, Leech." Billy rounded at Lyrin as he out the cup back in his hands. "You're here so act like you belong or take your ass somewhere else." Billy said, scowling at Lyrin. Then spun back to the other college student. "And you want to talk about getting laid? I haven't seen you occupied once since we met. Shoot I've gotten more action than you in one month since I've gotten on the Rams." He boasted. Well. Billy had been swarmed by girls since he became the starter, he even entertained them a bit openly...he just didn't have to touch them.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin squeaks, making that adorable sound that usually drove Billy into a tail spin, as the plastic cup is shoved back into his hand. His face goes red at the insult and he hides it behind the cup as he lifts it to his mouth and drinks slightly. He coughs, gaging in the bitter taste and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He flops back down on the sofa to hide the other problem Billy's insult has caused him.

The guy snorts, "No one said they have to be public about their conquests, Billy. You think none of us see how you treat those chicks after games?"

Lyrin's eyes go wide, but he wisely manages to keep his mouth shut and stare intently into his cup.

A third one speaks up, shaking his head, "Why the hell do you need some highschool brat hanging around anyways? What's the bitch boy got that you can't find ten times better in a college campus?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

Billy leered in the thirds direction, his boasting glee shifting almost just as easily to icy defense. "That Bitch has his place, and he knows it well. So I reward him with this time." He said as he stepped forward, shouldering by the second guy to get up in the thirds face. "If I wanted to invite these Dime-a-dozen sluts in this campus, I would, but then I'd have to put up with all the attention starved bullshit that I can't stand."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin shifts slightly, settling his cup between his thighs on his lap, increasingly frustrated. He stares at Billy's back, green eyes locked on him.

The third scoffs, "Has his place? What? Next thing you're going to tell us is that thing is your bed warmer?" He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at Billy. "It follows you around like a damn lost puppy, and you wanna say that he's not an attention starved slut?"

The first guy grabs the third guy's shoulder pulling him back a step, "Leave the pipsqueak alone, Jake, no one wants a full out brawl."

Lyrin snorts, "Billy does. You done gone and pissed him off now. . ." He mutters mostly under his breath.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Jake was pulled backwards...only briefly enough for him to see Billy's fist screaming forward. A ruthless straight punch to his face to make him rock further back. "Wait your fucking mouth!" Billy snapped out, his body already alive with that reckless rage. Not purely on Lyrins behalf. Not as a person any way. It wasn't fir Lyrins honor or his feelings. Billy just wouldn't abide the disrespect, he would change that.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Jake grunts and takes another step backwards before he glares, stepping forward. He lifts his own fist, slamming it into Billy's gut.

Lyrin sighs heavily, watching the brawl for a few moments. He lets his gaze slide of Billy beating the shit out of Jake. To be fair, Jake was putting up a pretty good fight but Billy was still better. He had more stamina; Lyrin had personal experience with that one.

After he lets Billy work through his steam for a bit, a few of the other guy futilely trying to pull the raging male's apart, Lyrin hops up from his seat and discards he up with the horrible tasting alcoholic beverage. He stares at the scene for a moment and then grumbles under his breath, "I swear. . ." He moves forward, grabbing Billy's wrist and then grunting softly as Jake's next hit slams into his shoulder.

The moment of distraction though was enough for the first guy and the fourth guy to haul Jake away from Billy. Lyrin moved in front of Billy, pushing his hands into the other's chest.

Jake was panting, his lower lip split and bleeding, a bruise forming on his left cheek and his right eye. It would definitely look worseater.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Billy felt someone grab hold of him, and the two were wrench agmpart, Billy was aching, bruies were going to be in his future m, not that they mattered to him. A cut had split over his brow, and he had his own scuff anto deal with. Lyrin however knew that Billy only saw red, when he shuffled up between the two foes, Billy's eyes didn't even soften, boiling with blind rage that used to fill Lyrin with terror. Billy swung, slapping Lyrin in the face with the back of his hand, throwing him onti the couch...but with the fight stalled and the other boys dragging Jake away, Billy's unquenchable rage making him stalk about , trying to hold himself from throwing himself into it again.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin yelps in pain, stumbling back. He slumps onto the couch, blinking through his daze for a moment. He lifts his hand, gently prodding his cheek with his fingers. He winces, that was going to leave a mark; why was it so hot?! He grumbles, glaring at his lap as he told his dick to calm down, no he's not having sex when Billy is acting like a bull in the rodeo.

He stands and walks back over to Billy, grabbing his wrist and tugging him into an empty room. Closing the door and flipping the lock, he faces Billy, "Sir, you need to calm down." He crosses his arms.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Lyrin tried to get some sense back into his master, Billy lurched forward, slapping him on the other cheek instead. "I'll calm down when I want to!" He snapped, his pulse still too quick. "You want to be useful? Do it right, you cumrag"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin yelps and flushes, pressing back into the door, "Billy, I'm not having sex with you acting like a rodeo bull." He crosses his legs, narrowing his eyes slightly.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"You know what they say about Bulls." Billy said as he grabbed Lyrin up, dragging him to throw him on the ground. "And you know I don't ask." He said as he jumped on him, his hand slapping Lyrin again, seeing the excitement glazing underneath his victims eyes.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin grunts as his back hits the floor, squirming slightly. He frowns, confused about Billy's statement about bulls, "No, I don't, not really-" he yelps as the hand connects to his face again. "Stop hitting me, damnit! Zyn will go on a murder rampage with his shotgun of I have a beat up face."

His legs part slightly, one of them hooking around Billy's hip.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Hitting you is much more fun than. I thought." Billy said smirking at him as he felt his hlegs moving, touching on his hip. He moved himself, Lyrin feeling his bullying beast of a lover pressing against him. Hardening. "So I'm going to hit you, and you are going to love ot." He hissed as his hands slide down, starting to hitch Lyrins pants off as he leaned in and forced a kiss on him.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin groans softly, kissing him back. He reaches up, sliding a hand into Billy's hair and gripping it slightly. He shifts slightly, letting the other pull his pants down. "Fine. But not my face."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Mmm...do you like when i hit you in the face?" Billy purred teasingly as his finger pinching his stinging cheeks, his hips grinding against Lyrin. "If so...yiu could say you go in a little scuffle and I had to help you-"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin moans softly, writhing slightly under Billy. He pants softly, turning his head to nip his bully's fingers and then suck on them. "He'll get suspicious if it becomes an everyday thing when I visit you. . ."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"You took up slap boxing and can't block." He teased as he pushed his fingers into his mouth, playing with Lyrins tongue. He moved his head, nipping Lyrins neck, his Eagar. "Maybe I'll beat your ass if yiur so worried, like the whipping boy you are."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He groans, sucking and lapping at Billy's fingers. He rolls his hips up, grinding against the other's hardness. "Mm-mmhmm~"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Nm~roll over then, bitch, let's se how your and takes my beating " He said as his girth hard on butted against his. He grabbed Lyrin by the hair, starting to pull his finger from his lustful mouth. "I got plenty of anger to beat down on your slut body, "

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He flushes, whimpering softly. He looks up at Billy, feeling like he was getting impossibly harder. Pre beaded and he squirms before quickly flipping over, presenting his ass to Billy. "Good."

 

[Knight_of_None]

Billy licked his lips. "Good bitch..." He said as he stroked on Lyrins back...down to his cheeks, grasping and bouncing them. "Huh...your ass is bigger than it used to be last year" He noticed as he leaned back Lyrin felt the crack next, a lash like a whip striking down on his ass , Bully unleashing his strength a d tension to start beating Lyrins ass

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin cries out in pain, biting down on his lower lip. He shudders slightly, digging his fingers into the carpet. He wiggles his ass and pushing it back towards Billy, "Yeah? Someone paychecks have been going to food. . ."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Mm~keep stuffing your face then, I like a nice big ass to bounce" He said as he dug his nails inti his ass cheeks, shaking him abd clapping th together. Billy spanked him again, eith both hands,, spanking him ha r der and harder, letting it ring out. "All I need you for is this ass-" he said as he spread his ass open, drooling over the hole as he dangled out his tongue, giving him a lick.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin trembles, a few tears on his cheeks. He wiggles slightly, needing more of Billy, "Please, sir~ I need your cock. . ." He whines.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Billy spanked Lyrin one more time as he whined and wiggled, his tongue teasingbhis slaves anus before he pulled back and put his hands on his nec.. his grip nice and tight to choke him . He dragged lyrin backwards. Ramming his tip inti his ass bluntly, letting it spear him.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin cries out again, his eyes rolling back into his head. He rocks his hips back, pushing himself back further, impaling himself all the way back before Billy could stop him. He moans, writhing. "Master~"

 

[Knight_of_None]

Billy grinned as Lyrin backed himself up so readily, his greed forcing his masters familiar girth to shltretch him and fill him in how was so used to. Though it never seemed to dull for the slave. Billy throttled his throat, choking up on him as he started thrusting, his raw force shoving Lyrin back into the carpet, Billy ruuttung him as gard as he wanted, his hips beating his bruised ass harder. "You're ass is greedy- you just can't keep from throwing yourself on this big cock can you!" He growled .