I hate him.
I hate everything about him.
Brutus is the shit. He knows he’s the shit. Everyone knows he’s the shit. It’s torture.
I watch him come into the venue every Friday night with a different girl and watch him leave with a different guy. I watch him stand by the edges of the audience with a beer, flexing his arms for anyone who walks by. I watch him lift up his tank top to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Brutus.
Of course I don’t really hate him. That’s what Griff tells me every time I grumble about him, that there is a very thin line between love and hate. You don’t think so much about a person you hate.
I’m working merch tonight in exchange for free tickets to the show, because I can’t afford it any other way. Good thing nobody knows or cares about this band, so I’m kind of just sitting on my ass in between sets. I catch Griff staring at Brutus up front. He’s stupidly sitting on one of the out-of-commission amplifiers talking to some girl right now – she’s not a regular so she doesn’t know the terror of his reign. I wave my hand in front of Griff’s face.
“Stop making goo-goo eyes at him,” I yell at Griff.
“Jackie,” Griff laughs back at me. He starts to fold some of the band’s merch. I can’t read their name on the shirt even with my metal font expertise. “What’s your problem?”
“He’s not that great. He’s not that great. Everyone says he’s nice and cool and hot but he’s not. He’s not that great.”
He smirks at me. “Jackie!”
“I spend every single weekend at underground metal shows in Portland. We’re a bunch of fucking losers. Who the hell does he think he is coming in here every week with a different fucking person? He’s gonna run through the population at some point and have to ravage some other metal venue instead.”
Griff laughs. “You sound insane.”
“You’re just saying that because you liked the feeling of his dick lodged in your throat.”
“It was a good feeling. Are we not liberal bohemian libertarian 21st century free lovers?”
“Ugh, fuck off.”
“You don’t want that a little? With those muscles? And that smile?”
I snicker. “You know what I would want?”
“What?”
“I’d want to take him down a peg. Get him into bed and make him my submissive.”
Griff gives me a look. “So you do want to fuck him.”
“No, Griff. I want to fucking make him bleat. I want to push myself inside of him and feel him bleat.”
“Oh my god, I know I said I’m free love but that’s too free. And by the way that is the definition of wanting to fuck someone.” He looks over at Brutus again, who’s scratching his head just so he can show off his biceps. “Huh.”
“What?”
“I mean. You could probably get him in bed tonight if that’s what you want.”
I think about that for a second. “You think he’d bottom?”
“I saw his Grindr account once. Dude is into some stuuuuff.”
“Like what?”
Griff grins. “Scratch his chin and find out.”
The show would be awesome if I could stop thinking about Brutus, but he’s everywhere I fucking look. I try to enjoy myself on the sidelines, but I see him in the mosh pit and have to go in. I try to crash into him and when I do I feel his entire body against mine. It makes something in me flutter. He gives me a smirk before I stumble backwards into the crowd. I stare at him from across the venue and he knows I’m looking back. Brutus gives me a wink. The vocalist screams into his microphone and my heart feels the same way.
I make my way back to the merch table as the show winds up and, like clockwork, Brutus is in my line. My heart thumps until I get to him.
“Jackie,” he says in that stupid way he says everything. “How are you, babe?”
“Hi Brutus. Anything catch your eye?”
He’s a little stoned. I can smell it on his breath. He runs his hands through his wool to show off his muscles. “I dunno.” Then he grins. “How about you?”
“What do I recommend?”
“I saw you looking at me, babe.”
I make a face into my hand. “Maybe I was.”
He grins. “Hey, you wanna meet me at the door when your shift’s over?”
Who knew it would be that fucking easy? “To talk?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He smiles stupidly.
“You gonna buy anything?”
“I’ve got what I want.”
It’s a rush of colors and sounds when I meet him at the door. He knows the routine and I get it too. He pushes me against the brick wall of the alley and kisses me. “You like that, little doggy, don’t you?” We scramble to my apartment a few blocks away and he throws his leather jacket on the floor before the door’s even shut. I know he’s been to a few of my parties but it’s definitely still the rudest a guest has been.
He pushes me into the wall and kisses me. Brutus pins me against it, grabbing my wrists tight. I can feel the thick texture of his jeans bulge pressing into my tummy. He makes out with me like he’s trying to dig my soul out.
This is why everyone has sex with him. Because he’s fucking good at it. I am filled with fury and lust all at once when we thrust ourselves into the bedroom. Before he gets the chance to push me into the bed, I pull away from his lips and squeeze his muscles. “Hi, sheepy.”
“Hm, babe?”
“You ready?”
He nods. “You got something planned?”
I scratch him on the chin and I watch something in his face change. “I dunno, sheepy.”
“Whatcha trying to do?”
I keep scratching him. I can feel his body loosen up. He stops pressing his bulge into me so much. I scratch his chin until he closes his eyes and doesn’t open them up again. His breathing deepens. “Yeah, sheepy. Good sheepy.”
“Oh,” he says, half-opening his eyes. “You’re good, Jackie.”
“Good sheepy. You wanna sit down?”
He does. It’s lovely to stand above him.
“Good.”
“Not a fuckin’ word about this, Jackie.”
“Okay.”
“You got that?”
I nod.
“Okay sheepy, here we go.”
I position myself on his lap and keep scratching his chin. He is such a gorgeous guy. Huge pecs, big arms, well-kept wool. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.
We do that for a little bit. I lull him into some other space, running my paws through his wool and continuing to scratch his chin. I make sure to position my leg to touch his bulge but I don’t move it. I don’t want him getting that enjoyment just yet.
Then, he bleats. It’s soft, under his breath, but it is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“Yeah, sheepy? You like that?”
He bleats again.
“Yeah? You want me to touch you?”
I push him down onto the bed and lift his shirt up. I run my hands through his thick chest wool. It is soft. It is luxurious. He smells like weed and flowers.
My dick is pressed hard against my jeans. With my free hand, I undo the button and let myself flop out.
“Good sheepy, good sheepy. You want me, don’t you little sheepy?”
He nods and bleats a little.
“Undo your belt, sheep.”
He does. The clanking metal is so satisfying to my ears.
“Pull yourself out.”
He does.
Griff was not kidding. That’s a big fucking dick. No wonder everyone wants him so badly. He’s a 5/10 at a UC frat but right now he’s the fucking lead.
“Alright, sheepy.”
I flip him over and pull his jeans and boxers down. His ass is beautiful. It is so fluffy. His asshole is taut. Just in case, knowing the shenanigans he’s been up to, I grab a condom from my wallet and slide it on. I pour the extra lube from the package onto his asshole and he bleats.
“Cold, sheepy? Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.”
I press the tip of my cock right onto the base of his asshole and let myself linger for a second. I can hear him whimper, and then when I push myself in he bleats like he’s in a mosh pit.
“Fuck yeah, sheepy! Bleat for me!”
We fuck for an hour and it is pure fucking bliss. I let myself slap against his ass, push my entire dick inside of him without a second thought, but we do more than that. He sucks my cock and he jerks himself off for me using just his thighs. I get the metal on and all of my neighbors bang on my walls and it’s fucking awesome.
He kneels on the bed ass up, dick positioned between his thighs. I press myself into him and go for it. And when I cum, it feels like getting knocked out in the mosh pit. It’s a whole body experience.
We cuddle afterwards. He falls asleep instantly in my bed, cum still dripping down his thighs. He snores too.
I still hate him as his wooly arms hug my body. I still hate him. He’s still a presumptuous pompous asshole. But dominating him definitely makes me like him a little more.
Goddamn Brutus.