Out Of Control [Milex]

New Discoveries, Bonding

| Before you say anything: yes this is humbug Alex. No he isn't a babygirl femboy and honestly he never was |

[2009]

Miles and Alex were friends. They had been for a few years now and they had a bond that not a lot of people had. Something special.

And something in common, a very specific passion for bdsm.

They talked about their fetishes, their boundaries, what they wanted to do to others and what they wanted others to do to them. Conveniently, almost all of their fetishes completed each other. It's almost like they could be....

No, no no! What are you saying? Miles and Alex? They could never. Sure, they talked about intimate things a lot but that doesn't mean they'd do it with each other. It was like guys comparing dick sizes for them. It might look gay. But they were doing it in a friend way, you know.

Friends.

As friends. Platonically. Because they had nobody else to talk to about this. They had something in common so why not make the most of it right?

Make the most of it.

The most.

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No, this was a bad idea. Terrible idea even. But he just had to- he really wanted to. Miles, a masochistic and pain-driven submissive that just didn't know when to stop.

And he didn't know when to stop with Alex. Of course, he wasn't doing anything to the guy. But he wanted to.

He wanted to be humiliated by him, he wanted to cry his name and let his cum dry on his face along with his own tears. He wanted to be touched by him, be called degrading things by him. He wanted it so much. Even when he only remembered these desires he would get extremely needy. He had to masturbate each time he remembered.

For Miles, it was just Alex. He didn't care about the occasional throwaway doms he had. He'd fallen in love with Alex. Not just his body, but his personality. How amazing and caring he was, his sense of humor, how he hugged Miles whenever they met up. How he protected him when some creep tried to get into his pants... Miles felt safe with Alex. He felt cared for. Which was something he learned for next to all the painful masochistic things he was into.

As for Alex, the feelings weren't much different. He wanted to do all the things Miles wanted him to do. To fuck him until he damaged his vocal cords, to slap him and tie him up. To humiliate him. Degrade him and destroy him from the inside out. Screw him like he hated him yet care for him as if he was a god. It was embarrassing how many times he's jerked off to a picture of his best friend and how many times he had to clean his cum off of the screen displaying his beloved's face.

He felt bad, at times. But he knew this is what Miles wants. Miles probably has the same fantasies from a submissive's point of view... Just, not about him.

So, about this terrible idea that Miles had..

They were on a trip. A boys trip, just the two of them. In Italy, Milan.

Alex had gone to the lobby, he was busy talking to some bird. He was flirting with the lass and that was bothering Miles. He was jealous.

He knew he had no right to be, but he was insanely jealous. Jealousy caused him pain, and pain... Well..

Not like he had a cuckold fetish... But he did have a pretty strong fetish towards being humiliated by Alex.

And he was turned on, very turned on. He knew Alex could walk in at any given moment. But he didn't care, he didn't mind being seen by Alex.