2 comments/ 18527 views/ 7 favorites Kain By: SubjectiveJack The following story is informed by real experience, but borrows liberally from long held fantasies and the promise of more. It is the first session of a D/s couple that will be followed by several more before their relationship reaches its peak. It wasn't the most gradual start to a relationship, Jack mused as he shook hands with the dark-eyed receptionist who had given him directions with an easy smile and seemingly genuine good cheer. Raising his eyes to take in the rows of spectacular globes of light hanging from metal wires, he bit the inside of his lip at the side and took a few blind steps backwards before turning to walk towards the elevators. It was certainly a night of firsts; he'd never been in a skyscraper on any business but tourism before. This one had an aura of vacancy that was characterised by the glow of default windows XP screensavers and a few cupboard lights left on when the workers went home for the weekend. At the top of the building were apartments that, Jack had been told, had the privilege of South East views of London. Tower Bridge would be in the backdrop during tonight's meeting. He wasn't sure if he would even notice. He clasped his phone in his left pocket as was his nervous habit, and he took a deep breath. The reality of his situation would not become evident until he stepped into the apartment on the top floor and surrendered his control. The receptionist had been the proud owner of a calming, almost lullabic tone to his voice and Jack looked over his shoulder at his uniform-clad back as the brushed metal doors of the lift drew open mechanically before him. He stepped in. The man had no idea that Jack would soon be in the hands of another man for the first time. Would he care if he did? It was a thought he'd had about every person he'd met since stepping off the train in the city. Would anything be changed after he'd made love to a man? "Of course not." Jack spoke to the empty cuboid which represented his last bastion of privacy. He was determined to fit in as much reasonable thought as possible before it all began. He had never been a homophobic man, nor had he been raised in, or associated with, a community that advocated such perspectives. Still, he couldn't help but wonder how he would be perceived if his secrets were open to all. His curiosity for cock would probably be the least of it, if it came to that. His confidence in his desires wasn't something he was one to question. Sex, unlike most aspects of his life, was something he thought himself sure of. Though he was not as experienced as many people his age, he had made attempts to convert his vivacious imagination into scribbles in his diary. Tonight was just the next step in that windswept and careering train of experience. With ten years of online erotic roleplay and discussion through frequent visits to chat rooms, building relationships involving deeper and more complex fantasies became normal. A hidden life that was content to stay hidden formed the foundations of Jack's psychological interest in sex. His potent curiosity in the fetishes and turn-ons of his online partners led him to build philosophies surrounding the concept and act of exchanging power in the bedroom. 'Power Play' as he termed it, seemed to be the underlying mechanism of almost all forms of kinky exploration. From the use of restraints to the haunting popularity of incestual roleplays and stories; lovers grappled, traded or released their control over their own situation. Perhaps, he wondered, this was one of these traits that seem to apply universally but may be a symptom of Western society. Perhaps those who lived in a civilisation which was yet to normalise abstract approaches to sex, could only be fully aroused when their play involved some sort of excuse for their release. A reason for the partners to claim helplessness, "but I was tied to the bed and gagged. I had no power to stop the orgasms from coming". A ping from the elevator console indicated that he had passed the 60th floor and was now entering the mixed business and private floors. It shook him from his contemplation and left him with the line of reasoning that had compelled him to pursue this opportunity. Submitting to another man was another form of power exchange. It would fulfil so much curiosity and give him that chance to find the release he longer for. That longing might be the scorn of more enlightened lovers, but they were not reaching the final stop in their journey to the clouds. A burning slice of sunset fire opened over Jack's chest and enveloped him in the time it took for the doors to part. "I have seen you many times through a monitor, boy. Your presence in my home makes those images, once greatly enjoyed, obsolete." The man standing on the other side spoke confidently. He was a tall silhouette, wrapping himself in the darkness that only the sun can gift a man who knows how to use it. Jack had promised him that he would do his utmost to surrender his discomfort about showing physical intimacy to the opposite sex, but what a tall order when the object of his desire was so imposing. "Sir..." He replied, determined not to forget his manners in this new context of their relationship. He squinted with his eyes to see through the veil of passionate colours and witness the man he had pleased so often online. Was he the sort of man he could let himself be taken by? What was that sort of man, actually? "Thank you for allowing me to enter your home, Sir." Jack said, lowering his eyes to the man's feet to relieve them from the sun's rays. Blushing as he realised how shy it made him look. "No need to thank me, boy. I'm sure you will earn the invitation" he smiled widely, wickedly. "Won't you?" "I certainly hope so, Sir." Jack replied, finding it easier to keep his eyes lowered so he would not have to learn how to read the intimate and sexual intentions from a male face. It was a childish defensive manoeuvre, but he was so far out of his element it was hard to act with full maturity. "I... I need to earn the right to be your slave tonight." He added. The worst conclusion to the business would be to go silent and let the night end in awkwardness instead of exploration and satisfaction. "Of course. Though I certainly would not demand your respect before earning it. I believe I have done so online, but as you are no doubt becoming aware, servitude in reality is an entirely different dynamic". Jack breathed and nodded quickly. "Thank you for being so understanding, Sir." The man took a step towards him and reached out his hand. Jack knew that if he remembered nothing else, it would be that first sight of his Master's forearm. It was muscular and rough in the way of men who are innocent of an idle lifestyle. His fingers had been wrapped around tools and the skin of his palm had the toughness that came from consistent heavy labour. "You may call me Kain or Master, boy." The man said, introducing himself in the same way he had done so online. "Take my hand, and follow me into my home." Jack reached out, physically shivering with the nerves of novelty, and placed his hand in that outstretched palm. It closed and tugged him without force but without relent towards the grand wooden double-doors leading to the only apartment on that floor. This was the man he has chanced upon online. The man who had earned his subservience online was a millionaire at the very least. He wasn't going to think about that too much. The resources he had access to were intimidating, but he was here for the 'resources' that any man could share with another. "You're..." Jack began, as he followed Kain into the open-planned warehouse of a home. Kain was already chuckling in the manner of one who was used to the gasp that shot from guests' lips as the 360o view of central London, glistening in metallic reflections of a summer dusk seeping gradually into night. "The stars come from below, when you are this high boy." Kain grinned. "When the city disappears behind the light from the streetlamps and cars, we will be left suspended in the night sky. Alone to make our private decisions. Alone with our passion and our serenity." Jack held this man's hand as he gestured at the world beyond the glass around him. "In these moments, you are mine. Do you understand, boy?" "Yes, Master." Jack replied in a whisper, the glow of the apartment already coming more from the subtle lamps and candles placed around it, than from the sun. It was a magical moment for a man who embraced sexuality as an expression of wonder and compassion. "Tell me, boy. Are you wearing what your Master commanded?" Kain asked, turning his attention fully towards Jack, the glowing world of landmarks switching to second fiddle in the presence of the young man who was here to please him. He walked around Jack, sizing him up at close quarters. "Yes, Master." Said Jack, standing with his back straight, broad shoulders relaxed and arms by his sides. His eyes lowered again, to avoid witnessing the inquisitiveness of the older man who wanted him. It was in equal parts terrifying and exciting. "I would be happy to strip for you, Sir." He offered. Kain smirked, seeming pleased with what he saw but far from ready to give his new plaything any benefit of the doubt. "It's Kain or Master, like I told you a few moments ago, boy". He grinned, taking Jack's chin in his fingers and lifting it to force him to look him directly in his face. It matched the hands, rough skin with a number of small scars, white against the darker tones. His facial hair was sharp, curving from sides around the chin and upper lip in stubble that may have been 'designer' a few days before but had been left to grow deliciously rugged. Jack held his breath despite his parted lips. Kain wasn't just holding his chin, but forcing the first true sexual consideration of another man's face that Jack had ever had. It threw him utterly out of his baseline of security and he found himself flustered and blushing more than he had since his first kiss. "...but I forgive you. It was just an error of speech, I'm sure." Kain growled with his lips an inch from Jack's, making it very clear that a second transgression of that sort would not be met so kindly. "Good boy, you have succeeded in your first task." He added, referring to the clothing orders. Releasing Jack's chin, he walked over to a chair by the south-facing window on the opposite side of the room from the door, leaving Jack standing on the carpet in the centre of the room wondering what to do. As Kain sat and stretched himself out in a relaxed posture, he called across the distance; "Now let's put you through a few hoops and see if we're going to get along." He grabbed a remote, pointing it as an indiscernible point behind Jack, and sensual music started to play. "I would like to see you dance, Jack." He stated clearly. Giving no more detail and clasping his fingers together. Jack raised his eyes ever so slightly, smiling in an amused manner. "Your first order is for me to dance, Sir?" The music came from speakers hidden throughout the room and seemed to be soft soul. The bass reverberated almost as much for the skin as for the ears, and it was, as Kain had no doubt intended, extremely seductive. That said, the idea of dancing in a room made up of glass walls for a man intent on having sex with him was unnerving. Kain grinned and laid back even further, ready to take in the show. His legs were parted, indicating he had nothing to hide and that he was in perfect conform. Perhaps as a visual counterpoint to his slave's discomfort. "Yes it is, boy. Dance. Now!" His eyes slipped over Jack's frame, taking in every curve as he began to dance. Jack had never been a wonderful dancer, but was extremely willing to please Kain in that moment. So for the millionaire, he began to sway. His feet stepped together and apart as he curves and rotated subtle to the music. He tried to lose himself in the movements and music, feeling lusciously subservient, imagining someone looking in and seeing him dance for his Master's satisfaction. "Begin to strip. Prove to me you are wearing what I demanded, boy." As the music continued and Kain leaned forward, interested, Jack began to move with a bit more confidence, emphasising his strength through strategic tensing of muscles when he could. It was not elaborate but he hoped it was pleasant to watch. His hands looped under his black t-shirt, pulling it up over his head in a swift motion. He made sure to hold his stomach muscles firm and arch his back to give the best view of his shirtless form. The t-shirt flew through the air with a toss, before the belt followed. Jack didn't make eye contact with Kain, shyness and subservience in equal measure, but he did sneak glances at his arms, his lap and his relaxed posture. As his fingers tangled with his belt and he slid it loose, he focussed on the bespoke suit that Kain wore. The contrast of a strong gentleman in his forties and a young man in his twenties stripping for him... Jack was beginning to get turned on, and as his jeans went the same way as his t-shirt, the tight black briefs that Kain had ordered him to wear were already displaying a slight bulge. He reached to slip off his socks, and finally stood naked but for his briefs and the gaze of his Master. Kain smiled at him, and gestured towards himself. "Good boy. You danced very well and I had enough time to appreciate your body in a way I never have done before. Now, give me even more. Crawl to me. Grind on me. Show me just how much you crave my attention." Jack began to shiver. Not due to cold, because the ambient temperature was a blissful radiating warmth, but from the first command that involved intimate touch of a man. This was it, a milestone that would be followed by many tonight. "Oh, and Jack?" Kain called to the boy lowering himself to his hands and knees in the centre of the room. "I want you to look me in the eyes as you do." Jack's heart beat faster at the command. The ease at which his Master gave it stuck him as a good sign. "Y-yes Sir. Master! I mean" he managed, nervous despite himself. He lowered himself to the floor, trying to give the impression of a prowling carnivorous cat, a tamed predator. His hips swung slightly and his broad shoulders stuck out. He knew, in the back of his mind where pride had already surrendered to lust, that he looked more like an excited dog returning to his Master. He reached Kain's legs, stretched out off of the leather armchair. Looking up at his Master, he was again captured in his powerful gaze, and he made the choice to introduce his stubborn consciousness to the happily surrendered part. He leaned forward and stroked his cheek against the calf of the right leg, sighing to convey pleasure at the first touch. The sides of his body followed, brushing over the inside leg as he placed his hands on the side of the chair, grinding his briefs, his hardening bulge, against Kain's leg. He looked straight in Kain's eyes, letting him see his unhindered passion for this. Letting him know that he belonged as a submissive slave. Kain caught the naked lust in Jack's eyes and seemed to decide that whether it was real or an act, it didn't matter. "Oh you are a very good boy..." He sighed under his breath, making Jack strain to hear the praise. "You are complying with my wishes expertly." He smiled wickedly and leaned back once more. "Very good, boy. Very very good. Though you haven't convinced me yet..." Jack continued grinding, lifting himself up to curl over his Master a little, mainly so that he could grind up to his inner though, allowing him to see clear evidence of his boy's incredibly firm erection. Jack was proud of his penis. It was a decent length and had a girth that felt good when gripped or when taking a partner, but he had never been in a situation in which it would be directly compared to a lover. He knew Kain's was sizeable, but it was hard to judge exactly how it looked on web cam, and he was anxious in that childish-but-understandable way that all men are about their partner's satisfaction. Would he be pleased with his slave's dick? Jack never stopped looking at Kain, and his lips parted slightly as he began to groan, his breath fresh but hot. He finally straddled Kain's waist, swaying his hips and thrusting slowly to the music, desperate to convince. "This is not an act, Master." Jack moaned, deeply. "I want you." Kain smirked and slowly slid a hand up Jack's leg. It was now fully dark outside and the promised star field had emerged. Jack was too indisposed to appreciate it, but as the moon emerged from behind a cloud, the skin of the curious submissive shone in ivory light that revealed the shimmer of sweat that had begun to form on his chest and down his smooth back. It was beautiful, and the physiological reaction made it so clear to the experienced Dominant that the boy was genuinely enjoying himself so far. Kain's rough hand squeezed Jack's thigh, before a long finger slowly made its way up his inner thigh. A moment later it found his still-trapped shaft underneath the black cloth straining to contain it. "Well, a part of you certainly does..." Jack gasped and, in his abandon, began to try and stroke his constrained shaft against Kain's hand. The music taking him over in combination with the drug of Kain's Dominance. "This is not about my pleasure, Master. I desire to please you..." Jack said, arching his back, showing himself to be utterly captivated by Kain's grip on him. His eyes needful, his cheeks flushed with the exertion. Kain nodded and whispered in reply to Jack, his voice just barely carrying over the music. His tone full of confident control. "I know. And who says that I'm not pleased by watching my new toy writhe and moan for me? I'm not the average Dom, Jack." His fingers slowly clenched down on Jack's throbbing cock, making the sensations even stronger, grinding the cloth of his briefs into his shaft. His full grip around the aching, straining member felt so blissful to Jack, who was wrapped up in allowing himself to be delighted by the attentions of a member of the same sex for the first time. It had a taboo element to it which only enhanced the readiness to submit. He could barely focus on how exciting it was to be satisfying this man without even really touching him. He began to rhythmically 'fuck' the tight fist, groaning in uninhibited pleasure at his Dominant allowing him the pleasure. "Thank you, Master. Oh... Oh please." Jack sighed, knowing he was reaching the point where he had to make a choice to hold something back, or to completely let go and follow through with it. Kain's voice was almost more intense than his grip on Jack's cock. His calm severity was such an admirable trait in a dominant man. Jack tried to find the right word for it, but could not get beyond "sexy". "Oh please, what?" Kain replied, raising his eyebrow at the panting slave who didn't know enough to be checking his Master for an erection, or for the signs of arousal in his voice. Both things that were oh so very present at that stage. What, boy? What do you need? Tell me what you are craving." Jack blinked, sweat coating his body. "I am craving your control, Master. I wish to be owned by you. I want to know that I have been a good toy for you." He tried to say, but before he finished, Kain grabbed his chin again, roughly this time, and leaned his face closer. "Don't lie to me, Jack. Sure you want to be controlled, I know that already." His grip tightened a bit more on Jack's penis. "What do you want right now, this very second?" Jack purred at the further tightening, knowing that an orgasm was building, knowing that despite all his fears and years and curiosity, he would be able to come for this man if he let him. It was a unique moment, a completely singular experience that could never be repeated. Jack continued thrusting into his hand, their bodies suspended alone in silent stars; the music having stopped some moments before. He decided to surrender completely, letting himself become the real slave of this man. Kain It would be several more evenings together before he truly knew what that meant. "I want to come, Master! I want you to make me come like your little slut." Jack called out, gritting his teeth together as he flushed red at the admission." Kain made his now-familiar smirk and replied, "Very good, Jack. Honesty is the best policy." He leaned in even closer, his whisper almost a predatory growl and his lips a bare centimetre from Jack's. His fingers curled under the rim of Jack's briefs and tugged them down at the front, revealing his aching cock, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. Kain moaned at the sigh, making Jack shudder in pleasure in the hope he enjoyed it. He replaced his grip, this time around the naked cock of his toy for the first time, and he began to jerk it furious, his hand pumping over the soft shift, tightly gripping the shaft and head and pointing it upwards." "Come for me. Come hard. Scream out your pleasure and climax into your Master's hand, slut." He commanded, a serious expression as he pressed his forehead against Jack's and demanded his gaze remain focussed. Jack gripped the sides of the chair tightly, his knees and legs squeezed and strained. They began to go rigid as his torso writhed in time with the thrusting of his hips against the hand of his Master, the first man to bring him to the edge. As Kain commanded, Jack turned his groans into louder and uninhibited screams of ecstasy – who the hell could hear him this high in the world? – and clenched his eyes shut as he began to come. He wrenched them open again to maintain eye contact with his Master, crouched on his lap and having a powerful orgasm at his order. His fist continued stroking over, milking every drop until it became too sensitive to keep going and he released it. Kain chuckled as he watched Jack's seed shoot from his pulsating cock and hitting his naked stomach and chest. He placed the palm of his rough hand against his chest and lent some support to the boy weak from climax. "Mmm, very good. You've done well so far, Jack." He leaned back to watch Jack blink in shock as he recovered from the intensity he just experienced. Men could be very different after they came, and he was waiting to see the difference in his slave. Jack stirred himself after a full minute of aftershocks tingling through his spine and to his extremities. His cock softened and he felt a growing affection for the Master in front of him who had spent the evening proving his skill at dominating him. It felt intimidating to knowing a man had that power over him. More terrifying when Kain continued. "This first session, my slut boy, has been focussed on your comfort. It was your first time with a man and I had no intention of straining that limitation. However, I am not a Master who wishes to own a greedy slave. From our next session onwards, you will be putting into effect what you claimed earlier, that you are here for my desire, and not yours. Tell me now, honestly. Do you want to continue serving me?" Jack felt weak over his lap, the post-orgasm sleepiness hitting him, but more powerful was his certainty. His curiosity was set alight, not quenched by his experience. He had the urge to serve Kain. "Yes Sir. I want to much more. I want to continue being your slave." Kain smiled widely, stroking his hand through Jack's hair before gripping it tightly and pulling his hand backwards, exposing his neck which he placed his other rough hand around. Jack gasped but held back his natural reaction to flinch and push the hand away. He sat still, holding his breath and looking up at the ceiling, noticing for the first time a video camera on a panel in the roof pointing down at them. "Good boy." Kain whispered into Jack's ear with a ense of exquisite finality. Kain's Adventure in New York Friday The taxi took me to my hotel on West End Avenue and I hurried inside due to the winter cold biting me. The sun was already up and even though it was after 7, the flight from LAX that early always left me wanting more sleep, so I turned in for a few hours. I slept a short and dreamless sleep, awakened by the phone clanging. It felt like I was sleeping in Big Ben at midnight. "Yo Kain, are ya awake?" It was Jimmy, the drummer. He always called too early when we played the east coast. For him it was a triumphant return home since he grew up in Brooklyn. "Fock, man!" I said in my best mock Lars Ulrich voice, "I was sleepin, ah? It's only 10:37 in the fockin' mornin', ah?" Jim laughed and hung up. I knew he'd be banging on my door any second so I got up and got into a robe. Sure enough, there was the banging just as I tied the belt. I opened the door and there stood Jimmy, ready to go and as glad to be there as I was tired. "Come on, Kain, get your ass in the shower and let's get over to the club!" He was always way too energetic in the mornings. I stumbled into the shower and washed the previous day away and finished waking up. When I got out of the bathroom Jimmy had already unpacked most of my suitcase by overturning it. I grabbed my Levi's and a black dress shirt. A pair of socks bounced off my leg, so I put them on and got into my boots. We were out the door and soon on the street hailing a taxi to take us to Mack's Damage, the club who paid our ways to play 2 shows for them. Freddie and Mike were already there and waiting. Jim and I paid the driver and got out of the cab. We shook hands with Freddie and Mike and went inside. The manager was there having a mid morning drink. Freddie went up to him and greeted him. "Heya, Mack, we made it!" he said. He was always the professional one so he was always the one to do the dealing with club owners and managers. After a round of shaking hands and a brief meeting the deal was in stone; 2 nights with our band, Conscious Nightmare, and a fat paycheck totaling $3500 for the performances and the transportation. Later that evening, during sound check, I noticed a couple of women in the back, watching us. It struck me as kind of odd, since Mack's Damage didn't let anyone in until after sound checks. They were slender and curvy and one had just short of shoulder length blonde hair, the other had past shoulder length auburn hair. Very nice I thought to myself and returned to my guitar. We ran through a few songs and went backstage to finish getting ready. My getting ready was the open faced roast beef sandwich and diet coke. Mack's had the best sandwiches of any club I've been to and they always made the extra effort to make mine better then typical. Jimmy was tapping a barstool with his drumsticks to get warmed up, while Mike and Freddie were running through the between song activities; a T shirt giveaway and raffling off the new CD. We sat and relaxed a bit. I saw through the gap in the curtain the same 2 women from earlier. They were at the very front of the stage. The lights went dim as they always did and we took our places on the stage. The announcement went out to the people gathered out on the floor. The curtains parted and the crowd went wild. Saturday Morning Part 1 The place was emptying out. All over the floor were beer cups and coasters and flyers. We were all packed up and in the dressing room unwinding. Freddie, Mike, and Jimmy were heading off to their hotel room, but I was in need of a shower since one of those beer cups had found its way up to the stage via air mail and soaked my pants. Luckily I saw it coming and raised my guitar out of the way in time to save it, but my pants took the full fury of Coors on tap. When I got out of the shower, I finished drying off, got dressed in my extra clothes, and there was a knock on the door. I opened it. One of the 2 women from before was there by herself. I let her in and asked if she was wanting an autograph or just to chat for a bit. It didn't occur to me at the time, she looked very familiar. "You know you look an awful lot like Kirsten Dusnt?" I asked her. She smiled, and blushed a little, and pulled out her driver's license. California. Dunst, Kirsten Caroline. DOB April 30, 1982. I looked at her again and she smiled. I just about fell over. Kirsten Dunst in the dressing room backstage looking for ME! I spoke, nervously, "Well, uh, wow! Uh, what can I do for you?" I blurted. She took back her license and spoke, "Well, Kain," she started, "first, I love your guys music! I have the first CD and I keep it in my car. Second, I'm here to do some research for the next movie I'm in. I'll be playing the girlfriend of an indie band's guitar player." I was in shock. I didn't know what to say next. I've only seen a handful of her movies and I've always had a mad case of the hots for her. And she was researching and I was part of it. "Really?" I asked. "Yes, Kain, really. Can you help me with this?" My head was spinning. "Sure!" I said. I grabbed my jacket and asked, "Do you want to go sit someplace quiet and we can talk about it?" She nodded so off we went. "Denny's is always a good place to sit after a show." I said. She was sipping a cup of coffee and I had hot chocolate. She took a bite of her apple pie and asked, "Why is that?" "For many years, ", I replied, "after the gigs I've been to and been in, there was always a group of us that headed for the nearest Denny's for the traditional post-gig meal." She smiled and went back to the coffee. "You know, I loved you in Spiderman." I said. She blushed a little and put her hand on mine. It was still warm from the coffee cup. She looked at me and spoke seriously, "Please, "she said, "I don't really want to talk about my career or movies right now.". I was surprised. "I'm sorry, "I said, confused. "I didn't mean to bother you, I hope..." "No, no, that's okay, "she interrupted me. "I had just wrapped a shoot and I had accepted the next film, but my agent Okayed the shoot starting in a couple of weeks and I wanted to be elsewhere relaxing!" She was not very happy with the arrangement her agent made. I could see the frustration in her eyes and I was dumbstruck. I didn't know what else to do so I put my other hand on hers and gave a comforting squeeze. She looked up at me and drew a slow breath, "I'm sorry, I'm being unprofessional here, running my mouth..." My turn to interrupt. "It's perfectly okay, uh, Ms. Dunst, we're not on any clock and under no immediate time table. We can do this another time if you would like to." She smiled a little and gently moved my hand down to the table. "Call me Kiki," she said, "I'm 14 years younger than you and 'Ms. Dunst' is kind of corny sounding coming from you." She pulled a small notepad out of her purse and wrote some numbers down and tore the sheet off and handed it to me. "This is the number to my hotel room. Give me a call tomorrow and I'll be ready to have a question and answer session. And thank you for understanding." She got up, dropped a $20 bill on the table, gave a quick peck on my cheek and left. I was in awe. I looked at the number. The Thirty Thirty hotel in Manhattan. (800)555-3745, suite 501. Kirsten Dunst had just given me her number. And a kiss on the cheek. Wow. Saturday Morning Part 2 I woke up to the pounding from Jimmy. It wasn't early as it usually was. 11:37 AM. I got up, got in my robe, and opened the door again. "Jim, you're an asshole you know?" Jim laughed and walked in. He looked around as if he was trying to find a missing shoe. He asked, "Did she leave already? That hottie you left with last night? Ya know she's a dead ringer for Kirsten, uh, something, from Spiderman!" I gave Jim a sock to the shoulder and said, "We just went to the Denny's for coffee and pie, nothing major." Jim returned the punch and replied, "What are you, an old man? A hot babe like THAT and all you got was pie? And not even the right kind?". He feigned gayness by putting one hand on his hip and the other was raised and dangling at the wrist. "Jim, are you coming out to me?" I asked. He laughed and went on his way to annoy Mike and Freddie. I closed the door, grabbed my wallet and dug out the number. I stopped just short of picking the phone up, "She's probably still asleep, I'll wait until after I get cleaned up." I thought out loud. So I went and took the habitual morning shower. I stood for a while, letting the hot water roll off my head and down my back. The whole time I was thinking, "Kirsten Dunst is going to meet me later today, Kirsten Dunst is going to meet me later today, Kirsten Dunst is going to meet me later today... After what had to be close to 40 minutes, I finished up, dried off and got back into the robe. When I stepped out into the room I just about tripped over the floor. The TV was on and there in the big chair sat Kiki, watching MTV. She was dressed plain, faded Levi's, white sneakers, and a black hooded sweatshirt that had the Metallica logo in red across the front. I guess that meeting had started. "Uh, hi!" I bumbled, painfully aware of the fact that I was sporting a major chub. She sat watching the TV for a few seconds and turned to me and said, "Conscious Nightmare really should be on the Headbanger's Ball, the crap they show now is so much corporate cloning. Nice robe too by the way.", and gave a big grin. She seemed oblivious to the erection I was attempting to conceal with the towel. I thanked her for the comment, curious as to how she got in. She must have been psychic because her next statement cleared it up, "The desk clerk was so happy for an autograph; he did me this little favor." "Say, can I get, uh..." motioning to the robe and my clothes on the dresser. She dropped a giggle and got up and went for the door, "I guess you'll want to change, ", she started, "so I'll be down in the car, I'll wave at you when you come out.", then she left. I was relieved and anxious. Saturday Afternoon I got my daily clothing on, Levi's, grey western type boots, and (surprisingly) a black dress shirt. When I stepped out of the hotel I looked around a bit and heard a honk. A black limousine was parked over in the taxi waiting area. Kiki jumped out and stood by the door, waving, so I went over to her. She grabbed my arm and hurried me into the limo. Inside was huge; I'd never been in one before. She sat on the couch (yes, couch) on the driver's side and I sat on the loveseat (yes, loveseat) that made up the rear. She turned to me and looked me in the eye. "I want to apologize for last night, "she began, "I don't normally let work get under my skin but I haven't been off a set for too long. We just wrapped shooting for 'Marie Antoinette' a couple of weeks ago and I was looking forward to some good R&R before I got back to it." "It's okay, Kiki, work will drive you nuts sometimes, I get like that with the band every now and then. " I said. She smiled and gave me a quick hug. She smelled like orange blossoms, very subtle, but to me it was like a magnet. Return of the chub. "Thanks again for understanding!" she said, bringing me back to reality. Love that perfume, and on her it was all the more fragrant. "Have you ever been to Gusto's?" she asked, "They make the best Italian food in New York!" "No, I'm not a great restaurant kinda guy." I replied, "I always go to fast food or names I'm familiar with, like McDonald's or Carl's Jr. or Taco Bell..." "Well today you're going to experience Gusto's! "She said. "When you work for me you get nice lunches! And besides, we can talk without a lot of press hanging all over." I was sold. Gusto's it was! Saturday Afternoon Part 2 We spent much of the time talking about life in an indie band, not having to deal with huge record companies, the ease of setting up and playing smaller venues and clubs, and the impact on family and relationships. And the best shrimp alfredo I'd ever had. I tried to steer clear of asking anything from her, she was probably did not want to go on about how her life as an actress treats her. As the last bite of shrimp was victimized by my fork, I felt something moving under the table, touching my leg. I stopped what I was doing and noticed her gaze. She was looking straight into my eyes, and a grin was slowly spreading across her face like sunlight spreads over the earth at sunrise. I wasn't sure how to react, so I smiled and moved my leg away a bit and said, "Hey, that tickles!" She continued smiling and said, "Do you want me to stop?" I thought for a moment. "No, not really." I replied. Tension rolled in like a fog in San Francisco on a December morning. The soft touch reappeared on my leg, slowly up and down. I was kind of puzzled, and she seemed to notice. "Kain," she began, "you've been really great with answering my questions and..." She stopped. She continued the gaze. I knew what was lurking in her mind and why she was hesitant to say it. "Kiki, uh, do you want to go back to the room for a while and talk more?" I asked, "It's only 3:37 and I'm not due in the club until 7." She seemed surprised. She nodded lightly and grabbed her purse and pulled a Visa card out. The waiter took it to the register. "Kain, um, I'm not like, uh, this much, um..." she fumbled with words. "I understand, "I replied, "Sometimes things in life are not as simple as one would like." She nodded. The waiter returned and Kiki signed the receipt. We got up and made for the car. I was a bit concerned with her level of celebrity and us walking out together. "Aren't you concerned with his ability to keep a secret?" I asked. "Oh, no not at all!" she answered, "They keep discretion for me under the promise that I come back here whenever I'm in New York. I always bring family and friends with me." "Fair enough" I shot back at her. The car was open and waiting when we stepped out. She sat in the seat beside me with her arms around me and her head on my shoulder. I was swimming in a sea of utter delight. Although no one said it, we both knew that anything we did in public view was open season for reporters and paparazzi. It seemed like eternity before we got into the parking structure at her hotel. We walked in separately to avoid the wondering eyes of the sleaze media and got in the elevator. As soon as the door shut her mouth was on mine, her tongue hungrily seeking the warm embrace of mine. Her fragrance was intoxicating and her breathing was getting more pronounced. The bell rang for the 5th floor and she stepped back. We stepped out side by side but not touching and walked to her suite. She opened the door and went in, me following not terribly close. With the sound of the door closing she was on me again, trembling hands holding the back of my head as if to prevent me from escaping. My hands pulled at the sweatshirt and she lifted her head long enough for the sweatshirt to clear her face. She looked down at my shirt and grabbed the fabric firmly on both sides and ripped it open, buttons flying about and bouncing off the walls. I finished removing the shirt as she began unbuckling my belt. My shirt hit the floor just before the belt did. As we stumbled towards the bed, we began wrestling with each other's jeans, clawing at buttons and grabbing zippers. The jeans came off with a bit of a fight but we were victorious. We fell over onto the bed, facefulls of each other's face, the sound of underpants being ripped away to reveal the treasures within. Her soft, creamy skin was a contrast to my farmer's tan. Her magnificent breasts swung around as if searching for my hands to be on them, and then they were. Hot silky skin melted at my touch, her growing nipples aching to be attended to. I took one in my mouth and gave it a firm suck, rolling my tongue gently over the stiffening pink flesh, she moaned. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my shoulders as she threw her head back in delight. Her other breast was being steadily caressed by one hand, while the other had made its way down to her sex. Her mound was so very soft, and smooth. I felt a tiny bit of stubble in the shaved area, and then felt the wetness of her arousal. She pulled my head closer as if to suffocate me, as if I'd mind the death it would bring. I kissed around her hard nipple and slowly kissed my way to the other one. She drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Had it been so very long since she has been touched by a man? I kissed my way down to her navel; it was small and perfectly shaped. Her stomach contracted as I rolled my tongue into and around it. My hands were stroking her lips and clit, fueled by the hot wetness that I felt. I kissed my way down to her lips, slowly and gently nibbling on each one, taking in the juices that covered them. She moaned. Her back was arched and her fingers dug into the bed. Her legs opened wider as she grabbed my head and pulled it in, wanting my tongue in her as far as I could put it. I tasted the nectar, the rewards of my labor, and savored the flavors. Her clit was up, waiting for its turn. I took it in my mouth, sucking, gently nibbling, and savoring the tastes and aromas of her sex. She began pulling me up, seeking to kiss away the sweet juices I had worked for. Her tongue danced a seductive dance over my lips and was shortly joined by mine. They rolled over each other as if locked in combat, I felt her hand guiding my pounding hard on into her silky softness. I felt her lips part and accept my throbbing cock into the wetness. I thrust the whole thing in hitting the bottom and her eyes opened and she moaned again. I thrust in again and she bucked her hips to capture the whole thing. My balls were beating against her asshole, driving her even wilder. We rocked our hips in time with each other, each time my abdomen hitting against her clit, making her moan louder. She pushed me off and rolled me onto my back. She climbed aboard, straddling me, and then guided my aching cock back into the depths of her passions. She grabbed the headboard and started bucking her hips, grinding my pulsing dick as far into her twat as far she could humanly fit it. She let out a cry, her body locked up. I kept pounding my raging hard-on into her, aching for release myself. She was on the verge of tears and came again. I sat up and she put her arms around me and put her head back, exposing her lovely neck, offering it to me as the only place I could really reach. She came again with such kick the lamp fell over. She dug her nails into my back and raked deep lines into my flesh. It felt like someone dragging red hot pokers across my back. That was all the help I needed from her. I exploded into her with a powerful moan on my part. She had another orgasm and we both locked up together. We collapsed into each other for a while. She rolled off of me and onto her back, still breathing heavily, and then began giggling. "What's funny?" I asked her. "It's running down my ass!" she said laughing, "And it tickles!" Saturday Afternoon Part 3 We lay together in the very unmade bed for what felt like an hour, watching the ceiling and quietly stroking each other. Neither one of us really knew what to say. It wasn't particularly clear why we did what we did; we both knew we were incredibly satisfied. She sat up and turned to me. "Kain, I need to tell you something, "she said, very seriously, "I'm not one to, um, you know, grab the first, uh, guy I see..." I could tell where this was headed, but I didn't mind at all. "You aren't one for such a casual tryst; this was out of necessity more than anything and let's just forget it happened?" I asked. She seemed taken aback at my bluntness. "Well, yes and no, "she replied, "I don't do the one night stand much, in fact this is my first time, but I don't want to forget it happened, but I hope you understand that I don't want this talked about outside this room." She looked very nervous, of course, I understood completely. Careers could end over such a thing. Hers and mine. I took her hand in mine and caressed the soft skin. Kain's Adventure in New York "Kiki this isn't something I would spread around, "I told her, "I know this was a chance thing and we're going to return to our realities and keep this aside as a fond memory." She nodded in agreement. "I'll understand if you want to find a different band to work with for your project, but I'm fine with it." She smiled and looked down. I pulled to me and put my arms around her. She put her head on my chest and squeezed me back. My cell phone rang and startled us both back to reality. I checked the display and it was the reminder. I had a couple hours till sound check. "Who is it?" She asked. "It's just my reminder for the sound check; I have to be at Mack's in 2 hours." She smiled and climbed into my lap, straddling me. Her sex was still hot to the touch and the juices therein were still running a bit. "Hey, "I said, "you're leaking. Saturday Afternoon Part 4 She pulled me down on the bed so I could lie down. She kissed me softly and said, "I want to suck your cock, Kain." Wow! I was floored. Good thing I was laying down already. She slid the sheets down to the foot of the bed, my cock springing back up when the edge of the sheet went over it. She gripped it gently and stroked up and down. She leaned over and slowly licked the sides of the head. I could feel her breath on my skin, hot and passionate. Her tongue traced up and down from tip to balls, broad strokes, narrow strokes, wiggly lines, straight lines. She caressed the head slowly, wrapping her lips around it and gently sucking. I was going crazy just lying there, so I grabbed her leg and puller her butt over toward my face. I took her hips and pulled up and she took the cue by climbing on my chest. I was staring at the most intimate parts of Kirsten Dunst. And I was loving every minute of it. She lifted her butt a little, giving me better access to her sex. I licked her labia and lips and the smell of our combined ejaculate was heavily intoxicating. I puller her hips a little closer so I wouldn't miss anything. I lapped at her silky slit and clitoris, tasting my own juices as I did so. She continued to suck and lick my cock, I could hear the wet smacking sounds and it felt amazing. I put my hand up and began stroking her cheeks. She rewarded me with a flow of the sweet juices she held within, clear and slick with desire. I ran my finger through the trickle and inserted it into her folds, she was so hot inside. She moaned with pleasure as I slid my finger in and out. I raised my head and traced around her anus with my tongue and got more moaning. Breathy, hot moans. She liked it. A lot. I pushed my tongue into her ass slowly, causing her to sit up a little. She inhaled a long slow breath. "Mmmmmm, "she purred, "that feels so good, ooh..." then returned to my throbbing cock. She started sucking harder and moving her head faster. I stuffed my tongue in again, tasting the saltiness and distinct tang of ass. My hand was working her clitoris and smearing her juices all over. She was slick with desire and I was taking advantage of that. She sat completely up and turned around, laying back down on me and burying her face in mine. Her tongue went for mine with a feverish enthusiasm, and we tasted each others juices and the mixed flavor was exhilarating. I rolled her over onto her back and lifted her legs and spread them apart as wide as I could. I put my cock against her sphincter and gave a gentle push. She moaned and softly said, "I've never done it like that before, be careful." I pushed slowly, feeling the ring of muscle contract and stretch. She sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth and moaned loudly. I pulled out a bit to let her relax. I pushed again, slowly, pushing in a little farther than before, causing her to groan and rock her hips. I pulled back but she followed, trying to finish burying my pounding cock deep in her ass. I pushed again, continuing to push until I bottomed out. She was just short of yelling. The tightness and grip was unbelievable. She was on the verge of a massive orgasm and she wasn't very quiet about it. "Oh, Kain, yeah! "She cried out. "I want you so bad!" She reached up and got hold of my upper arms and squeezed. The brief pain of that fired me up even further. She let out a torrent of her nectar, further lubing my cock as it ran down and coated everything below. She cried out in climax and tensed up around my aching cock. That was all I could stand. I let loose, launching white hot jets into her chute; she rocked with me in a tremendous release. We collapsed again, in little death. Saturday Evening Part 1 After the fastest shower I had ever taken and the fastest ride in New York, I made it to Mack's Damage in time for sound check. Jim looked over at me and said, "Yo Kain, you look really beat, did pie and coffee get you all worn out?" I shot my trademark corny grin over at him and left it at that. We ran through a few songs to double-check the sound man's work, everything was flawless. We finished up and had a seat at the bar and a round of the on-the-house drinks. I had a shot of Southern Comfort and the rest of the guys had beers. Freddie turned to me and said, "Kain, what's this I hear from Jimmy about you running off with Kirsten Dunst last night?" I slammed the whiskey and took a moment to catch my breath, looking over to Freddie the whole time. I set the glass on the bar. "Pie and coffee, no more, no less." I said smugly. Let them draw their own conclusions, I thought to myself. The doors of the club opened to the general public, so we made our way to the dressing rooms. When we walked in there was a large bouquet of roses and orange blossoms next to my guitar cases. I went over and grabbed the card off the holder and read it, "Dear Kain, thank you for the great information, I hope when I get to put it to use you'll be by sometime. Love ya, Kiki". Mike snatched it out of my hand and read it aloud. When he finished there was a silence in the room as if I had committed some mortal sin against them. Actually I had. Holding out information is against the man's rules. When a score is made, a man is required to tell his closest friends. Jimmy and Mike looked at me like I had eaten their legs. Mike spoke first, "Kain you didn't tell us you got some? Ya bastard!" he said in mock anger. Jimmy motioned to Freddie who was sitting in his chair. They all took turns giving me the most painful noogies I've had. Men, guh... Saturday Evening Part 2 The show started on time to a packed house. Saturdays were always better than Fridays because everyone got up whenever they damn well felt like it that morning. I was kind of expecting Kiki and her friend to show up but I didn't see them. About the 4th song into the set, there she was, directly in front of me. I reached down to high-fiver her and she gave a mean high-five. I felt better. She was dancing along with the music, shaking that ass I had violated so eagerly just a few hours before. When the song ended I leaned over and had to shout, "I was afraid you wouldn't be here!" She had to shout also, "I wouldn't miss it for the world, did you like the flowers?" "Yes I did, the guys gave me shit for it but fuck 'em!" Her mouth dropped open in shock and she laughed. I stood back up to start the next song when it hit me. Sunday Morning Part 1 Yes, it hit me; square in the forehead and down I went like a stack of cards. I vaguely remember a lot of screaming and shouting and then it got very quiet. I awoke to a bright light and shaking. Being from California originally, the first thought in my mind was "earthquake!" When the paramedic looked down at me I realized I was lying down. Then I put 2 and 2 together; I was in an ambulance. But I couldn't figure out why. I tried to talk, but only hieroglyphics and the sound of wet sand came out, "Wha', wha', happ'm..?" I blurted. "Mr. Thornn, try to stay still, you have a nice concussion and you fell off the stage." Stage? I was on a stage? I was fuzzy inside as I felt outside. Then I remembered, there's a show in New York at some club, Mike's Damned? Marx Dumble? Shit. The paramedic looked back down at me and said, "We're almost at the hospital, so try and be still, Mr. Thornn." He was getting no argument from me. I closed my eyes and everything got quiet again. When I woke back up things were clear to me. It was clear that I wasn't in the bed at my hotel. It was clear that there's no way the set finished up. It was clear that my head really fucking hurt. I saw a figure sitting in the chair beside me, so I tried to talk to it, "What...what happened?" I weakly said. The figure grabbed my hand and squeezed quite firmly. She was so beautiful. I thought I was dead and this was my angel to take me home. "Some fucker threw a shot glass and nailed you right in the forehead, Kain." Not quite an angel but I wasn't complaining. She spoke again, "You fell off the stage and broke your guitar, I'm so sorry this happened, if I hadn't been talking to you, you probably would have seen that glass coming and..." Kiki! I recognized the voice. She was very upset at the whole thing. She was in tears. "Kiki don't blame yourself for this, its part of the job and I've been hit before like that." Actually I hadn't, just a handful of bumps, bruises, and liquor soaked clothing. I saw the clock on the wall and for the first time I can remember saw the time of day. 5:37AM. I turned to her and asked "My, God, were you here all night?" She nodded, wiping her eyes. I felt good and bad at the same time. She gave up a lot of sleep to see me to the hospital and make sure I was okay. I squeezed her hand and turned to speak, and saw she had fallen into a sound sleep. I decided to do the same. Sunday Evening "Well, Kain, "the doctor said, "So far you look fine, but we're going to keep you one more night for observation, just to be sure. That's quite the knot on your forehead." I reached up and felt it. Aside from stinging, it felt like half a golf ball under my skin. I looked over at the IV bags; one was a pain medication I couldn't pronounce. There was a knock at the door and in walked Kiki and she was carrying a large black case, a guitar case from what I could tell. I remember her saying something about a broken guitar. She hoisted it onto the bed and popped the latches and opened it. My eyes got big. In the case was a new ESP electric guitar. It was basically the same guitar I was playing when the shot glass hit me. But my dead guitar was one I had built a few years prior. "You're kidding! "I exclaimed" I couldn't possibly accept this, Kiki, it's..." She put her fingers up to my mouth to stop me. "It's the least I could do, I still feel responsible for all of this and I know your guitars are important to you." she said. I lifted it out of the case, shaking a little. It was so light, and solid, and felt like a million bucks. Well, $2200 actually. I turned to her and took a breath to speak but she stopped me again. "You're welcome Kain." She said, smiling. I took her hand in my free hand and kissed her knuckle. She leaned in and hugged me, whispering, "I take care of my friends." A few weeks later The return to the Southern California club scene felt great. My head wasn't aching anymore, the east coast adventure (although held up) finished out great. Mack's Damage helped me prosecute the assailant, who is awaiting trial for assault with a deadly weapon. It took me this long to realize that the back of the head of the guitar Kiki gave me had her signature on it. I got a letter today from her concerning the movie she was working on, "Dear Kain, just a short letter to let you know what's happening in my camp. I told my agent how I felt about his taking liberties with my time. He faced the studio and I will have my 2 weeks off after all. I'll be sorting through the notes and memories of New York and getting my character together for the part. They named her Jenna Thompson. The male lead was originally called Stone Weston, but I convinced them to call him Kain instead! I really appreciate you helping me gather all the information (and a few good road tales!)! I'll remember the time we spent with great fondness and you'll always be considered a friend to me. I look forward to hearing back from you and next time I'm in your town I'll turn up (carefully) at a show, but watch the crowd next time, okay? Love always, Kiki" There again was the smell of orange blossoms.