The Wretched Tales 2.1
After the Party
Metalrotica
Copyright © 2013 by Sharita Lira writing as BLMorticia
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The Wretched Tales 2.1
After the Party
Metalrotica
BLMorticia
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Dedication
BL would like to dedicate this book to all the metal heads out there who needed a voice.
Regardless of what gender, race, or sexual orientation, we all bleed red! Mosh for equality!
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The Wretched Tales 2.1
After the Party
Prologue
Welcome to my hell!
Welcome to my hell, he says! Wait a fuckin minute! Hold the fuckin phone! It ain t hell
baby boy. It s called the game and if Corey Patrick doesn t want to play by my rules, tough
'cause here s the truth.
I wanted Corey Patrick, ex-bassist for Psychotica in my band because A: he s a hot ass
motherfucker and B: because he s a damn good bass player. Why the hell should he waste away
in a two-bit Cradle of Filth wannabe like Psychotica when he could be making loads of money
with The Wretched?
Did I say loads?
Okay, let s be real here. Not exactly big money like a Jay-Z or Justin Timberlake but hey,
we make enough of a nice buck to live on our own. Besides, I got two little girls and a meth
head for a wife to take care of, not to mention my gorgeous girl Renee so I need all of my
pennies.
Listen, getting rid of Randy Mumaker s tired ass was not only a business decision but
also a way to clear the decks for Corey to join the fold and hey, if I can stop him and Allen from
fighting like fucking cats and dogs then it s even better.
Oh shit.
Yeah, perhaps maybe I should introduce myself. Ahem. The name s Nicolai Zander, aka
Nicholas William Bruvakka from Southern California. I m the lead singer of this outfit called
The Wretched and hell, I m the majority of the reason we re mentioned among the metal greats.
You could say this all started with a dream. I wanted to get away from Catholic school,
my drunken father, and my two timing mother to play music. I knew the only way to do that
was with a lot of drive and courage to put myself out there. In short, I met Allen when I ran
away from home. His folks were cool beans so they put me up while we started getting the band
together. Allen already knew Randy and asked him if he wanted to join. Although Randy
wasn t the best bass player there was, he had the look and the same kind of will to succeed so
he hopped on board. Then along came Bryan with Eric who answered our ads in the paper for a
drummer and second guitarist. Both of these cats blew the competition away and in about two
years, three horrible demos, and some kick ass gigs from Allen s parent s garage as well as
local watering holes up and down the Sunset Strip, we got the record deal from Derranged
Records.
That was six years ago man, and here we are today, still making music and selling out
venues across the globe. Who are The Wretched you ask? Well hell, we re melodic thrash; a
little Slayer with some Death Angel thrown in but with melody scattered throughout. I don t
like just plain noise& well okay, some of it I do, but in truth, The Wretched is all about being
in tune basically all the time. Yeah, getting high and drunk will make you forget notes when
onstage but in the studio, I m a slave driver and like my band to be better than perfect.
Hell, I m inspired by a lot of things. Good old country music like Johnny Cash and Hank
Williams to classic metal like Zeppelin and the Doors. We touch it all in our music which is
what makes us pretty popular with the masses. No we ain t doing no rap rock shit ever, but we
like some fucking good melodies. It s what makes The Wretched great and we ve stood the test
of time because of it.
So, back to Corey; He s saying how miserable he is and how this is his hell. Well I gotta
tell him, hell is being in your parent s house, working a low paying job, and wanking off to
Playgirl magazines with no significant other, no future, and money to fall back on when you get
old and grey. I rescued him from that fate by taking him away from the east coast and bringing
him into the band. This ain t no fucking prison. This is the good life with money, enough chicks
and dicks running around to satisfy you for quite a while, as well as a steady gig.
What?
You don t think being in The Wretched is steady? Yeah it is because I m making it so
with the plans I put in place. How do you think bands like Metallica still make a lot of moolah
even though most of their new shit sucks? You milk the system, baby. Smarts, marketing, a
little kissing up, and a whole lot of touring.
Yeah this might not be the pop life or even the charmed one like the aforementioned Jay-
Z, living with hot ass Beyonce on his arm but I got the next best thing; metal royalty, a fine
woman, two gorgeous girls, and Corey Patrick to be my&
Bitch.
Welcome to life, Corey and fans. Welcome to The Wretched life!
Wayne s Party, 1:12 am Madison, Wisconsin
 Corey, damnit, Corey& stop fucking being a bitch and wise up, right?
I shook his shoulders. I couldn t believe this man was fucking boo-hooing over this bitch,
Deborah Meyer from Kick Ass e-zine. Although fine, she s as my baby Renee says, one of
those girls who wants everyone to feel sorry for her. Woe is me. Eli from Deadly Sin broke my
heart and now I can t be with anyone else!
Renee and me call bullshit on that. If Deborah wanted a real man in the rock world she
would get one and stop playing the damaged girl role. She knew what she was getting into when
she decided to date a lead singer so why even try to play that card?
Fucking bitch.
She s got nothing on my girl Renee and I wouldn t let her get any closer to Corey
regardless if she d seen what happened before the show or not. Perhaps she should knock the
next time she tries to go in somewhere, huh?
Didn t your momma teach you some fucking manners?
 Leave me the hell alone, Nicolai! Corey bumped me off, nearly causing me to fall over
and break my heel. Yeah we were dancing together and I m dressed in drag. Shit, I happen to
like women s clothing, okay? Gotta problem with that? Didn t think so.
I pulled his hands together and glared at him. His light brown eyes met mine and I swear
I wanted nothing more than to stick my tongue down his throat.  Listen stud, you ain t got no
use for Deborah, right? She ain t nothing& 
 How the fuck do you know, hmm, Corey sniffed and shoved me away again.
This time I kept my balance. I don t know why I let Renee talk me into wearing these
fucking shoes.  Fucking listen alright, Corey Patrick? You ain t gonna sit here and cry like a
little bitch about this girl, okay? She ain t worth your time. Renee is twice the woman Deborah
will ever be and you know this to be a fact, right? Now&  I straightened my dress and looked
around, hoping no one was listening too hard. Yeah, I wanted to make my point but the fucks in
Omerta, Burnt Ash, and Bringing the Fall along with metal royalty were in the room. And shit,
we re in a fucking ballroom, so you know voices carry.
 Um, Corey, you re gonna be a good little Viking, enjoy the party, and forget about Miss
Meyer. She s sweet sometimes, but she s conniving, alright? Besides I told ya, you don t do
what I want and the pics of you and Jake will be all over the internet tomorrow, okay?
Yeah, I m a bastard for holding that over his head but I gotta keep this fucker in check.
Sure, it raised questions about me too but I had a Plan B if any of that shit cropped up.
Corey sighed and shrugged those big massive shoulders. He folded his meat hooks over
his chest.
Hot damn.
This man was hot as fuck. Blondish brown hair, chocolate brown eyes with a touch of
yellow in them and his body. Holy fucking hell, he s built like a Viking. Take my word for it he
fills out his costume real nice in all areas. He weighs about two-fifty and because he used to
fight semi-pro in Boston, I know he s packing even more muscle than what I ve seen up close.
Hell in Mexico, he was on the beach in cargo shorts and I damn near had a fucking heart attack
looking at him. He ain t got no six pack yet but he s working on it. No flab nowhere believe
you me.
 Corey, damnit stop that shit! I shook my head and moved away before I ended up
tackling his ass.  Just& shit&  I had to stop acting like this in front of so many people.  Fuck,
just go have a drink, right? I m sure your boy Bryan got some weed over there for ya, too! I
pointed to the left, watching him walk away from me. Damn this kid for being so fucking fine.
And man, it s hard as hell not to show him just how much I want his crazy ass without outing
myself. I mean, with this outfit and the fact it s Wayne s party, I can get away with being a little
flirtatious and dance with him, and shit but otherwise, I gotta stay on my p s and q s. Sure Rob
Halford and Ghaal came out but I can t do that. Not with so much money and The Wretched
marketing machine at its peak. You see how long it took for Rob to come out right? Judas Priest
will always be a legend regardless of the fact he s a fudge packer or not.
And me? I really ain t no fudge packer. I consider myself bi. Very bi cause I still like
women. I love Renee but I do like a little dick on occasion. And no one better to get it from than
my bassist. Corey motherfucking Patrick. My ticket to keeping The Wretched brand going even
when I m too old and fat to continue being the band s front man.
Yes, I m tellin ya, I gotta plan.
 Nicolai?
Allen came outta nowhere, tapping me on the shoulder with his hanger-on in tow. Who
was that? Eric, who for whatever ungodly reason hangs out more with this asshat than the man
he came into the band with.
 What is it, Al? Don t give me no more shit  bout Corey, okay? He beat your ass like you
deserved. You can t go around questioning a man s former band or his manhood that way.
Allen rubbed his hand over his smooth dome, smearing some of the clown makeup on his
forehead.  That bitch needs to go down, Nicolai, and I mean down hard. I ain t gonna be in no
band with no faggots, you know? I mean, the douche can play but he ain t into pussy like he
should be. I just know it.
Hearing this, I rolled my eyes and spun on my heel real quick wanting to pop him one for
that stupid statement. This is the kind of shit that bugs me about Allen but in order to keep in
line with the plan, I gotta let it go.
 Hey dickwad, even if he was, what difference does it make to you, hmm? You ain t
gonna beat him up so why even worry about it? He already whooped you, dude. Go sit down
somewhere and have a drink. In fact, go get yourself some pussy and stop worrying about
Corey.
I turned Allen around and shoved him with all my might in the other direction watching
Eric follow like a long lost puppy. I swear if I didn t know any better I would ve thought the
two of them were dicking one another but Allen s too much of a phobe for that. And as I said, if
I didn t mind breaking my promise, I d kick his ass out for being so much of a jag but I needed
to get more ducks in a row for that. Gotta make it at least comfortable for my beloved Corey
and that dick, Bryan. Yeah, I care a little about that piece of shit too even though he turned me
down. If he weren t one of the best drummers in the business right now, I d give him the heave
ho too. Might still have to if he don t keep his filthy paws off Corey.
 Nico! Renee s sexy voice broke into my thoughts. Damn I needed a drink right now
cause this party was turning into more of a hindrance than a celebration.  Yeah babe?
Renee stood in front of me, looking fine as hell in her leather catsuit, zipped perfectly
between her boobs showing some cleavage. Her nipples looked like they were damn near
popping against the fabric, greeting me, no make that teasing me to no end.  What s wrong with
our man, Nico? What did you say to upset him? She placed her hands on her hips.
Damn.
Still caught up in her look, words wouldn t come together to form a response. I couldn t
wait to strip her down naked and make love to her like I been wanting for the past couple of
nights. And believe me, it will be even better with Corey there to watch and participate. Just
thinking about that shit made my dick hard as a rock.
 Nothing. I told him to stay away from the Kick Ass girl. He s upset because she left him
high and dry. Perhaps we should take him upstairs and have our own party, babes. Wayne s
party s gettin a little lame.
Renee smiled wryly and pulled me in for a lip lock. She squeezed my butt through the
leather dress while we kissed. Holy shit, my woman knows just how to get me all riled up.
 Now hold on a second, stud. It just started and besides, once Corey gets a little liquor
and weed in him he ll forget all about Deborah anyway. Bryan s taking care of that now. He ll
make sure he s drunk and high before the night's over.
 Which won t do anything for his dick, babe. I held Renee close to my body, loving the
feel of her plastered against me. Why the hell didn t I meet this woman before I got with Janie?
 I want him to relax but not that much. Not when I m looking forward to getting in that ass like
I been wanting to for weeks.
 Nicolai, he ll be fine, trust me. Renee lightly kissed my lips and reached underneath the
hem of my skirt giving my jewels a quick tug. She was the one who convinced me not to wear
underwear with this outfit just so she could cop a feel when she felt like it. Damn this woman
made me do some things I wouldn t be able to share with a lot of people but that was okay.
Nothing wrong with having some kinks. It keeps things in the relationship interesting.
A couple of hours past and seemingly everyone was a lot more relaxed and drunk or high
with nearly every tray of food in the place demolished from huge appetites. And since the weed
and every goddamn thing else was flowing through this joint, no doubt people would have some
massive hangovers in the morning.
Renee didn t drink a lot and neither did I, knowing we wanted to be coherent when we
returned to our room. And Corey? I had to stop him from drinking too much so he wouldn t end
up passed out somewhere in this place or fighting with anyone who came across this path. I d
seen him in action when he had too much liquor in his system. Not a very pretty sight and not
the kind of shit I wanted a lot of these fucks to witness first hand either. Think of Corey beating
Allen s ass times two.
Yeah.
I d seen him spar with a couple of douches down in Mexico when they decided to fuck
with him. Uh huh, I had to pay them asswipes some cash just so they wouldn t press charges
when they got out the hospital. Which is why this was a good time to be making our way to the
exit. Besides, we had some partying to do on our own.
With the shindig winding down, quite a few people were saying their goodbyes to the
birthday boy and his bandmates for throwing the party. Wayne was more than rocked off his
ass. Any minute now and he d be toppling over for someone to carry him back to his room.
 Ready babe? I d seen enough for the night and was ready to head upstairs. I grabbed
Renee around the waist and smacked her on the buttocks.  Let s get Corey and get the hell up
out of here, lady. I m ready for some lovin...
Renee leaned in close.  Already done sweets. I had a couple of security guys take him to
our room while you were hanging with Trey. He should be awake by now but I made sure he
ain t goin' anywhere. Renee smirked and returned the smack on my behind.
 Ow&  I yelped in response from the sting on my ass cheeks. I loved when she
dominated me. Hell, I was a Dom but this woman was my weakness. I kneeled for nobody
except her and don t you dare tell anyone.  Damn, I love you, girl. I kissed her cheek and
pinched her buttocks.  Let s go catch Wayne and say goodnight. I m sure that cat is ready to
call it. It s almost four in the morning.
 Well, they ll be kicking everybody else out soon. The manager said four thirty so they
could clean the place up and get it ready for a conference at eight. That s why Wayne s boys
hired some off duty cops to keep everyone in check. Nobody here can afford to pay for broken
shit or clean up after anybody.
 Smart move. I waved Renee in front of me, just to gawk at her. The way her tight ass
moved in that catsuit was enough to make a fuckin' blind man get twenty/twenty . Damn. And
friends, lemme tell you right now, all that is mine. All mine. I licked my lips and shook my
head thanking the deities for my luck. What she saw in my ugly ass I really didn t know but I
was so glad she gave me a chance.
She d been my mistress the last three years, getting cozy with me and the girls while
Janie went on her drug binges, partying with ingrates, and spending my money on worthless
shit. I truly loved Renee more than any woman I d ever been with. Shit, she was the reason I
couldn t be totally into men even though I liked me some cock from time to time.
 Well Wayne, it s been real but we gotta go. Renee hugged Wayne and kissed him on
the cheek. She moved to the side, giving me some space to say goodbye.
 Yeah dude, we had some fun, man. I slapped his hand and gripped it firmly.
A good portion of Wayne s red makeup had worn off from all the drinking he d been
doing.  Yeah, it was a blast, Nic. Go take care of this fine woman, will ya? She s the goods
even though- Wayne looked around and leaned in close.  I got a lil somethin for myself
tonight. He laughed, almost losing his balance, making all of us chuckle. Damn this guy was a
fucking card. Him and his band were all some rednecks but I loved em to death.
 Yeah? Is she fine? Although I didn t really care who he was dicking, I just asked to
make some conversation.
 Fuck yeah, dude. You know, the cutie from Kick Ass, Deborah? I guess your boy Corey
was a little hot after her but she said she couldn t get with him after he d been with the
LaGrossos, ya know. Oh and by the way, you know them bitches got tossed outta here earlier
right?
Those last words were lost on Wayne saying he was fucking Deborah. I cocked an
eyebrow and waited for him to finish the story.
For real?
Was Miss Goody Too Shoe finally getting some so she d stay away from Corey? I surely
hope so and wait until I tell him how she was ditching him to fool around with Wayne.  Yeah,
what did they do?
 Damn hoes was dicking someone down in the bathroom here, he laughed.  The
manager told us from the beginning no funny business. As much as I appreciate some pussy I
had to tell the guys to get them outta here. I like the owner of this place and wanted to keep up a
decent rep, ya know?
Renee laughed and shook her head.
Damn them LaGross hoes.
 Yeah I got ya. Alright then, say bye to the guys, right? I ll catch ya tomorrow. No more
drinking man, savor that pussy all you can. Whack the hell outta it too. For all of us! I couldn t
believe Wayne was getting behind the great wall of Deborah tonight and damn would I want a
play by play of that shit later.  Ow!
Renee slapped me on the back of the head, glaring at me with her eyebrows fused
together.  Nico! What the hells that supposed to mean?
 Babe, you know that girl ain t gave up nothing to nobody. Trey tried, all the guys in
Omerta and several other bands, Eric, Allen& 
 You? Renee crossed her arms over her chest and waited on my answer.
Fuck.
I love Renee but she s such a jealous bitch. She don t like hearing about any women
before her but I couldn t lie about the feelings I had for Little Debbie as we called her when we
first met. I shrugged,  Yeah babe. That s when we first started though. Randy was sweet on her
too. Hell, everybody was. Eli started dating her about five years ago and they didn t last but
shit, them girls came to our first show in the Midwest, gave us our first interview&  I tried to
make it sound like business which it was but I gotta admit, when Deborah and her girls first
hung out with us we just knew they were gonna be part of our nightly entertainment.
Wrong. So wrong.
Them fucking gals barely wanted to remove their jackets when they got on our tour bus. I
suppose that s why they re so popular with a lot of the bands, but it didn t help a bunch of
horny fucks who d been traveling together on some ransacked bus through ten towns at a time.
 Yeah, we all tried, babe. But, you know you re my one and only.
Renee drew up her lips.  Yeah, yeah, as long as that was then, right? You ain t got no
designs on her now, right?
 Nope! And I didn t but I wouldn t mind seeing Wayne knock the bottom outta them
pretty boots. I ain t gonna lie. Deborah may be a piece of work but I had to admit she was a fine
piece of ass I wouldn t have minded getting to know once upon a fucking time.
* * * *
After finally making our rounds through the room, we headed back up, ready to enjoy the
evening with Corey. Once we stepped on the elevator, I had to do what I could to make Renee
forget about my admiration for Deborah so I used my tongue to apologize in the best way
possible, licking and sucking her nips through the leather and getting her all hot and bothered. I
swear if Wayne hadn t spoke about funny business and pissing the owner off I would ve
pressed the stop button and got it on with her in the elevator.
 Damn Nicolai. She leaned against the wall, allowing me to go to work. Renee cradled
my head into her chest as if I were a baby suckling milk.
Wanting more, I zipped her suit down just enough to make a trail from her cleavage to
her lips, kissing her like there was no fucking tomorrow. Our tongues thrashed together in a
game of tonsil hockey and I cupped her pussy with my hand, rubbing her clit through the
material. I couldn t wait to feel her around me once she got me first.
Yeah, I like to be fucked, okay? Nothing wrong with your girl giving you some plastic
dick from time to time.
 Shit, Nicolai! Renee broke the kiss, staring at me starry eyed. Her ruby red lips were
puffy with her lipstick smeared from top to bottom.  I m ready to fuck, babe. I think you should
do me this time before I do you with Corey watching, hmm. I want you in me something
fierce. Renee grabbed my cock underneath the dress just as the elevator rang for our floor.
 Alright then, that ll work even though I was looking forward to using that ten incher
with me still dressed in this get-up. I winked at her and placed one more swift kiss on her
mouth.
 Aw hell honey I do too, I just& well fuck Nicolai, I m horny as fuck, all right? No
worries, I ll get into the ass tonight like you want. We strolled arm in arm down the hallway
until we got to our room, number 1166. I gotta have sixes in my hotel digits somewhere. Makes
me feel more at home sorta speak.
 Alright. I leaned into her while she forced the keycard into the slot, unlocking the door.
I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet shampoo and perfume mix. I was already hard as a rock
and if this made me any harder I d break a wall with my dick.
 Damn, Nicolai&  She guided me in, holding me by the hand and flicking the lights on.
 Ooh look at our prince, Nicolai. Still fast asleep as I left him.
I toed my heels off and stopped dead in my tracks, eyeing Corey on the bed, handcuffed
to the headboard, with nothing covering him but a sheet.
Fuck.
My bass player looked down right delectable lying in our bed. His blondish brown locks
were spread over the pillows and long, hairy legs poked from underneath the covers.
Fuck yes.
I d been wanting to see him in that position for the longest and thank Satan my girl had
the mind to put him in bed naked and chained so he wouldn t escape.  Shit babe, that s a thing
of beauty right there. I removed my dress and let it fall to the floor, still staring at the huge
man child lying on our queen mattress. I gave myself a tug and wiped the drool from my mouth
since I was salivating over what was to come for this early morning.
 Yep and he s ours right? Renee unzipped her suit to her waist and slipped out of her
shoes, kicking them aside.
 Sure is babe. I watched Corey some more and fuck, I don t think I could recall ever
being so goddamn taken by someone. Was I losing my fucking mind or horny as hell? Shit, a
little of both. I just couldn t get my eyes off the kid.
Yeah, I knew I wanted him, craved him, hell I paid one of his bandmates in Psychotica to
smooch up to him and start shit within the band just so he d be kicked out. Otherwise he d still
be in with those losers, wallowing in the bowels of New England playing fake black glam metal
shit. I just couldn t let that happen, not to the man I d seen at a show in Boston a year ago and
instantly fell in lust with.
Shit, Corey Patrick had been on my radar for almost eight months before I gave his band
a call about his status in the band. They didn t want to give him up. And as a matter of fact, the
lead singer Amadeus raised the ante up to twenty g s just to keep his fucking mouth shut about
what I d done.
Sad to say, Corey had been sold out by his guys which meant they weren t really all that
interested in making it. Those assholes wanted to make enough bucks to keep from getting day
jobs. Me, I was given the bass player who knew his shit as well as someone new to obsess
over.
Like I said, it keeps the relationship interesting but this is more than just a fucking kink.
Corey ain t like Jake, a dime a dozen piece of ass you can find anywhere. This is a man who
claims to be pansexual and likes a little bit of everybody. He was in a semi-pro boxing league,
an all-American quarterback with a high IQ at a small college in Boston before joining
Psychotica. And he worked at a local butcher shop carrying around raw meat on his back for a
measly ten bucks an hour. In other words, this kid was tough as nails and he proved that from
day one back in Mexico as well as yesterday when he beat Allen down like a fucking rag doll.
And damnit, I had to have this stud in my band, my life, and my bed.
Fuck.
This shit would be more than interesting for me and Renee if we could get him to agree
on being the third in our little setup and hell if he plays his cards right, I might write him into
my last will and testament the next time I visit my lawyer.
Yeah, he better be real good for that shit cause I ain t leaving just anyone in charge of
The Wretched wealth when I m dead and gone from this world.
It ll take more than just that hot bod and pretty face to sway me on that too.
BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She
entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to
incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin sexier than metalheads or
military servicemen and women! She also writes a monthly column on Blak Rayne Books and
blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With
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