Queer as Folk: The Masterpiece written by Jimmy

 

Queer as Folk: The Masterpiece

 

written by Jimmy

 

Inside of Brian's Apartment, Justin and Michael are both considered to be the lovers of Brian's life, but one of the present and one of the past. Both of them however have worked out a few of their issue and are working on their comic book together. The only difference between the both of them is that Justin is the current boyfriend of Brian and Michael has only dreamed about it. Jealousy has begun to take over Michael and suddenly Justin is immersed in the realization that Michael is not yet ready to let go of his old flame.
            Hard at work on finishing their first story arc together, tired and cranky. Justin lays on his side, gazing on the flow Michael’s pen, while being in a daze as he tries not to fall in and out of sleep as Michael is putting together the final scrip for the last issue of their story arc. Justin yawns loudly not realizing Michael's irritation is growing more threatening as they remain together.

            Mikey did his best to loudly move things about trying to wake the lazy artist up "You know. We should be working together, not me working and you sleeping and laying around like some damn cat all day, maybe Brian lets you get away with that but I’m not."
            "Awwwww Michael, you woke me up!" Yawning and stretching on the floor Justin gazes up from the floor to the image of the tired writer with hundreds of crumpled papers around his chair. "Okay fine, I'm up, I'm up...are you ready for me to start drawing yet?"
            "I’ve been ready for the past 3 hours you have been napping on the floor."
            "I bet your just hungry," Justin says sitting behind Michael in a lazy couch reaching up in the air with a bag of peanut M&M's tempting Michael to eat them. "Here their all yours. You do deserve it."
            Michael scowls as he looked over but he was really hungry, so he got up and walked over to him to get the bag of M&M's which so happened to be the only thing edible in this house, being that the only thing in the fridge was some poppers.
            "I knew that you were just hungry. You always get grumpy when you’re hungry. That's what Brian always says." Justin teases, a loopy smile coming upon his face.
            Just as Michael's fingers wrapped around the bag of candy Justin yanks it away and looks up at Michael standing over him and begins tossing the bag back and forth between his hands. "Say Please," Justin teases as Michael watches the yellow bag jump from palm to palm. "Then I will give you the bag of M&M's."
            "Actually, now that I think about it you have to add in a 'pretty' to that please or no deal. What do you think about that, huh?" laughs Justin loudly as he tosses the bag around.

"Just give me the stupid bag Justin, I’m not up for your games anymore."

             "Awww Mikey-poo is mad," says Justin tossing the bag higher and higher as Michael gets even more impatient. "Besides you have not even said please," Justin mimics as he is swishing back and forth in the black lazy chair making sure that Michael cannot get the candy that he so desires.
            Mikey makes a few feeble grabs for it but can’t get it "Ok...please may I have the bag of M&Ms.”
             "Well since you said it so nicely okay, but you do have to add at least one 'pretty' to that please and maybe top it off with some 'sprinkles on top.' Okay?" Justin laughs again, his wild blonde locks fall in his pretty eyes as he smiles at Michael.
            Now Mikey is getting really pissed "Listen you little shit, just hand them over."
             "Wow that's just plain mean Michael, and to think Brian was once interested in you! I'm not sure if I am going to even share the bag with you now." Justin says with clucking of his tongue, as his eyes flick to the bag as he wanders what will happen next.
            Mikey grabs half of the bag and tries to get it from Justin’s grip.
            "Careful Michael or...you'll break it," Justin scrambles for the bag and is too late to let go of it as the paper tears and empties its contents onto to Justin's sky-blue boxer briefs with tiny clouds flowing over the bumps of his junk, which he is still wearing from his nap.
            "Michael! You jerk, you broke the bag!" Justin yells.
            "Great job Justin you broke the bag." Michael says interrupting Justin.
            "Help me pick these up," Justin says as he picks the M&M's off of his chest but most of them fell on his boxer briefs or rolled further between his leg under his bulge.
            Mikey totally fed up with this thinking about how much Justin had been an ass all day long and now he ruined the only food there was in the house "Yeah no problem" Mikey says as his quickly drops his hand down pretending to pick up the M&M's off Justin’s boxers but lets his hand go down too far and too hard making sure to give Justin a decent punch in his nuts "Whoops, sorry about that!" Michael says with a mean little laugh.
            Mikey said while trying to hide the smile that was tugging at both ends of his lips.

Justin's eyes cross comically as his balls are crushed between Michael’s fist and his pelvic bone. "Ungh," mouths Justin as his lips part while the first wave of pain flows between his legs.

"Mike, uugh you got me," whispers Justin. Justin's hands clutch his balls now throbbing between his fingers.
            "Sorry boy wonder, my blood sugar must be low from being hungry he jokes as he throws a M&M into his mouth not caring it had been on Justin’s crotch and actually enjoying the thought a little secretly.
            Trying to shrug off the fact that his balls are now aching Justin got to his feet hands resting on his thighs moaning a bit. "It's okay Michael, ugh, I'm fine. You didn't get me," Justin explains, eyes still crossed while his balls continued to throb between his legs.

Michael laughs a little bit "Yeah I’m sure you just got your monthly cramps or something and that’s why you are moaning and complaining, right?"  

"Not moaning," Justin groans removing his hands from between his
legs trying to smile at Michael. It became quite apparent that he is not walking properly as he comes over to where Michael was. "Here's the rest of those M&M's," Justin breathes dropping the colored candies into his palm.
            "Thanks" Mikey smiles as he popped a few more candies into
his mouth, enjoying the chocolatey smoothness on his tongue.
            Mikey couldn’t help but thought how funny all Justin needed was a swift punch to his nads to make him not be such an ass all the time he would have to keep this in mind for future reference.
            While trying to avoid the topic of Michael’s hand attacking his balls, Justin sits down on the floor at Michael’s feet grabbing a few comics from the floor and opening them. "Are these the ones that you wanted me to look at?" Justin asked trying desperately to change topics.
            "Well do you see any others just laying about.. much the
same as you have been doing!"
            "Stop busting my balls...." no sooner had the words left his mouth had Justin wished he could have taken them back. "Where are they," Justin asked again tapping Michael’s leg from the floor. "I'll get them."
            "You’re looking at them."

"Oh," Justin said looking at them. "No, they were different look," Justin points out reaching up to Michael to hand him the handful of comics but accidentally smashes the hard trade paperback novels between Michaels legs from below causing his balls to pressed upwards making Michael jump upwards to avoid the hard novels.
            Mikey bent over at the waist hands on his legs "Hey watch what you’re doing with that thing!"
            "Opps sorry," Justin laughs not realizing that he had done anything until Michael's thighs closed around the hard paperback novels. "You okay," Justin smiles noticing the surprise voice change from Michael’s.
            Justin pulled himself off of the floor to get a better look at Michael to see if he had accidentally gotten him in the balls as well.
            Mikey completely embarrassed so he didn’t look up but says "Why
don’t you go back to your chair and when I find the comics, I want you to look at I’ll bring them to you."

"Sure Michael," Justin grins wider realizing that he got Michael back, although unintentional. Along the way to his chair Justin grab his pens and sketch paper and started to work on the cover of the book.
            Mikey was glad he wasn’t hit much harder; it had been a while since the last time he and Ben had sex and his nuts were full of cum which didn’t help matters any. Mikey bent over and gathers a few of the comic books and couldn’t help but getting mad again... ‘That little bitch did that on purpose I'll bet!’ Mikey thinks to himself. He walks into the living room and sees his chance and so he took it, he made sure to throw the comics at Justin’s crotch to let him know he wasn’t going to accept these games anymore.
            The pen flew across the page drawing the main character in the story when a few comics came Justin’s way landing between his spread open legs. The hard unforgiving corners of the book's hardcovers find their way into the center of his package piercing his dick and balls fiercely. "Ahh!" Justin hollers dropping his sketch and pen to grasp his balls again.
            "Woops, my bad…again. Maybe you should get dressed and not walk around in your boxers like that. You seem to be a target of some sorts." Mikey smiles.
            "Ughhhh," Justin groans loudly, his balls aching in his tight sac. Justin arched his back collapsing off the chair to the floor on his hands and knees.  

"Oh...it hurts," Justin says grasping onto his nuts his thin boxer briefs giving him no protection like Michael pointed out but he could not believe that Michael was doing this on purpose. Maybe if he was really careful, he could avoid
anymore-painful experiences.
            "Oh, stop it, I’m sure Brian will kiss it better once he gets home, so look those comics over and see what you think about the story."
             "Sure Michael," Justin breathes in and out making sure to keep on eye on Michael at all times as he limps back into his large soft chair hoping that the pain would go away soon. Opening the comic books Justin starts to look over the design of the characters spread out before him and the action scenes.
            Michael sits back down at the desk and tried to think of some new ideas.

Justin eyed up Michael again while he wrote on his notebook sheets, wondering if he was planning anything else to hurt him. "Ummm Michael is there something that you want to tell me?" Justin asked.
            "Yea you’re lazy and don’t deserve Brian, now get back to work."
            "What do you mean I don't deserve Brian," Justin asks tossing Michael's comics to the floor not even crying if they got bent or tore. Hobbling towards Michael Justin demanded, "Who would you rather see date him...huh?"
            "Ethan." Mikey said with a sneer "At least he had real talent."
            "You are such a jerk...besides I dated Ethan, not Brian. You know your mother and all of your friends think that I am better than Brian is. You’re the only one who says anything differently. And you know why, it's because you are jealous that he wants to be with me, instead of you!"
            "Whatever you want to believe is fine with me, I don’t care let's just get done with the comic book stuff so I can go home."
            Mikey tried to open the desk drawer but pretended it was stuck and he
couldn’t get it "This stupid thing." Mikey says
            "Here let me help, so that way you can go home," Justin snarls coming over to help Michael with the two-knobbed drawer.
            Mikey struggles a little bit more until Justin got into
the right spot and then he opened the drawer as fast and hard as he
could making sure the knob connects with Justin’s package sinking deep into his tight ballsac.
            "Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Justin moans while knob sinks further into his bulge, denting his bulge inward. Justin collapses painfully onto the desktop
sprawled across the hard wood one hand on either side of the desk, fragging the frame hard.

 "Ahhh, my nuts.... ughh...ughhh," Justin could barely breath the pain in his nutsac caused him to loose all strength in his body, while he laid sprawled out across the desk top legs open and hands dangling over the sides of the desk.

Michael grins, unable to believe how well this has worked. That’s when he spies Justin testicles, below the lip on the table. ‘Well, only one way to end this.’ Michael slams the draw shut and Justin’s balls are slammed closed…and he shifts his body up in one body jerk gasping.

“Oooh, that one had to hurt.” Michael says as he pulls the drawer open and reaches in grabbing Justin’s lump between his legs and closing his nimble fingers around Justin’s scrotum. “Huh, yeah I can feel that they are bloated!” he adds with a chuckle, running his fingertips on Justin’s tight nutsac.

“Michael!” Justin gasps. “My balls!”

“Yup, that’s what I am holding. How are they doing?” Michael laughs. “Now I’m going to give them a tiny squeeze.”

Justin whips his head around and shakes his head. “Nnnn no. Not my balls!” Justin’s eyes light up with the fear showing telling his feelings in his baby blues.

Michael can’t believe his luck at busting the kid and digs all fingers into the scrotum of Brian’s favorite plaything and squeezes his nuts as hard as he can, twisting the handful this way and that, loving hearing the squeaks and gasps coming from the blonde until Justin closes his eyes, still holding the desk as hard as he can.

After tiring, Michael decides that he has done enough and releases his grip.

Justin let’s out a sigh of relief, as his chest pops up off the wood. He releases the desk and moves his fingers itching down his body but before he can get there Michael slams the drawer closed once more hearing a satisfying crunch.

“Once you’re done playing with yourself, we can finish our comic.” Michael laughs standing up enjoying the sight of Justin’s cloudy sky-blue nuts squished and bulging around the closed wooden drawer.

Justin moans slowly lowering his head back down. “Fuck me.”

Laughing, Michael walks away heading towards the door enjoying the moans coming from Justin as he scoops up the rest of the M&Ms on his way out from the low scooped chair whistling as he closes the apartment door.

 

-End