Remixed is about fairy tales rewritten as boyxboy stories. Now I'm going to say something and I'm only going to say it once:

If you don't like boyxboy then leave this story and keep your comments to yourself.

Okay, now that that's done. There will be sexual scenes in this story (which is why I rated it Red). Now I know that some people are more mature than others who are older than them, but I don't trust the people who aren't as mature as you to read my story and leave inappropriate or insipid comments that will just agitate and anger me.

So, thank you for reading my (crappy as hell) synopsis and...enjoy ; )


4. Ethan

     Let me tell you, Beau Kingsley is heavily endowed.  I mean, to be seven-inches flaccid?  He’s got to be a monster when erected.  I wonder if I could even fit his entire length into my mouth for a blowjob…
     “Thanks, man!”  Beau says, joyously like it’s no big deal to walk out of the bathroom naked as the day he was born.  I can’t help but swallow noisily when he steps into the sweats, his flaccid cock swings heavily like his balls behind it.
     “Uh, yeah, yeah, it’s no problem!”  I am ashamed to say that my voice gets squeaky at the end.  Shame on me.  I sneakily watch as he pulls on my night shirt, his abs showing as he lifts his arms.
     “C’mon man, let’s go back to the kitchen so the food doesn’t burn,” he tells me, swinging his arm around my shoulders.  I’m startled enough that I suck a breath in when he does this cause I was not expecting this, at all.
     Anyway, Beau pulls me to the kitchen and proceeds to make breakfast.  He finishes cooking and I help him plate the food then I bring it to the table as he fills the sink with dishes.
     While we eat, we talk—about everything.  From cars, to school, to extracurricular activities, to jobs…and before I even bring up girls (cause I wouldn’t even know how to start that conversation), I ask him the most important question (to me, at least).
     “Are you gay for your boyfriend only?” and he responds, nonchalantly, “No.”
     To say that I’m shocked would be an understatement of the worst kind.  I just sit there with my mouth hanging open and wide eyes, unable to process the information.  There is a chance he could like me!
     “But my boyfriend is a complete and total dick,” he says with anger in his eyes.  I close my mouth and cock my head, staring at him thoughtfully.
     “You don’t like your boyfriend,” I state but Beau answers it as if it were a question.
     “No.  He gets the unofficial Asshole of the Year award every time,” he says, kind of joking but not really at the same time.  I frown and think carefully before answering.
     “Well then.  You got to break up with him.  And I will help you do it.  Today,” I say, clarifying that it’s happening soon—like now.
     “I can’t,” he says quietly, looking down at his leftover eggs.
     “What do you mean you can’t?”  I ask, seriously confused.  I mean, he’s not like hardcore BD/SM is he?  Like he has a Master for life? Cause I don’t know how to break that up.
     “C’mon, I got to show you something,” Beau says, taking our plates and putting them in the sink then taking my hand and pulling me deeper into the house.  I don’t know how he knew where my bedroom was, but that’s where he took me.
     “Alright, I’m going to show you something but you can’t freak out,” Beau tells me, looking worried.  I nod my head cautiously.  But then my eyebrows start to raise when Beau starts to take his clothes off.
     “What are you doing?”  I ask, not quite hysterically but getting there.
     “Calm down, what I need to show you requires no clothes on my part.  Now look,” Beau tells me after he’s completely naked and pointing to a place on his right hip.  At first, I was trying not to look at Beau even though I really wanted to, but then I couldn’t help but look at the place Beau wanted me to.
     I looked closely at it and noticed that it was a cigarette burn, several burns in fact.  I look closely at his entire body which is riddled with scars.  I walk around him and notice that he is completely covered in scars.  They riddle his back, his legs, and his chest.  None of them are noticeable unless you look really closely.
     “What happened?!”  I ask him, touching the scars one by one.  His eyes are closed as I touch them.
     “This is what Mark does every time I try to break up with him.  He said that the next time I try to break up with him, he’ll do something to my family.  I can’t take that risk,” he tells me in a low voice.
     “Well, it’s a good thing you know me then, huh?”  I tell him, grinning up at him once I make a complete circle around him.
     “What are you talking about?”  Confusion is evident in his voice.  I smile and grab his hand, pulling him with me as I back up to my closet.
     “Come with me and I’ll show you what I’m talking about,” His head is cocked in confusion as he allows me to pull him along with me.
     I lead him to my closet (which is the next room with attached to mine) and he stops walking.
     “What is this place?”  He asks, awe saturating his voice.
     “Well, two things really.  My playroom and my training room,” I tell him, half watching him walk around the room and half eyeing his firm and delicious looking rump.
     The room was split down the middle—one side had a St. Andrew’s cross; paddles, whips, and belts covering the wall; dozens of silk scarves draped everywhere;  a pole mounted to the floor and the ceiling with handcuffs that are mounted at the level perfect for me.  The other side of the room has a punching bag and other such gym equipment that aren’t worth mentioning because…everyone knows what gym equipment looks like.  You see one gym, you’ve seen them all.  What divides the room the down the middle, is a king size bed with a plush mattress.
     Anyway, Beau seems to be in awe of my little room of happy endings.  He went to the gym half of the room first then gravitated toward the half that has earned the nickname ‘Half Room of Happy Torture’ in my mind.  He doesn’t really look at the bed all that much, though.
     “I love the room but…how does this help me break up with Mark?”  He asks, standing in front of the pole.  I try not to get excited but that’s like asking the river to not run.
     “Well, I am a third degree black belt in karate and I can make sure that that dumbass doesn’t go anywhere near your family,” I tell him, kind of proud of my accomplishment.  Beau turns to me and raises his eyebrow.
     “Oh, you don’t believe me?”  I tease him.  I saunter over to him and get right up in front of him.  His breathing gets a little faster and I feel a stirring below his waist.  I stand on tippy toe and take a hold of his earlobe with my teeth, gently biting it and loving his moan.
     “Well, I guess I’ll just have to show you then, huh?”  I whisper in his ear once I let go of his lobe.  He shivers and nods his head.  I don’t think he’s even aware of what I just said, he was too engrossed in what I what I was doing to pay attention to what I was saying.
     I turn and teasingly brush my ass against his crotch.  He sucks in a breath and his hands fly to my hips so he can grind against me.  I grin and spin around, swinging my leg out and taking his legs out from under him.  He lands on his back and I spider crawl to him, straddling his hips in the process.
     “Now what was that about me not being able to protect you?”  I ask him, a smile creeping onto my face.  He grins sheepishly.  “Alright.  You can protect me.”
     “Damn straight,” I tell him, sitting up and realizing the type of position we’re in now is kind of…arousing.
     Beau looks up at me for a minute with his beautiful gray eyes filled with something I can’t quite identify before he slides his hands from my knees up my thighs until they reach my hips.  I’m on the verge of hyperventilating, thinking that he’s trying to initiate the naughty, when he lifts me off him with a strength that makes my mouth water and sets me to the side of him while he sits up.
     “So how were you thinking about helping me break up with Mark?”  He asks with a shaky voice and reddening cheeks.  I try not to let my disappointment show and actually think about how to respond to Beau.
     “I was thinking that, considering that Mark is abusive, you should break up with him over the phone.  And I’m going to do it with you,” I tell him, getting to my feet and giving a hand to him to help him up.
     “What do you mean?”  He asks, not taking my hand and just looking up at me with confusion.  I sigh and bend down, taking his hand and forcing him up.
     “I mean, that I will have control of your phone while you tell me what to type and I will see if it’s appropriate for a breakup text with an abusive asshole,” I tell him, matter-of-factly.
     “What do you mean, see if it’s appropriate?”  He asks, super confused and maybe a little suspicious.
     “I’ll show you.  C’mon,” I tell him, taking his hands and pulling him to the living room, stopping on the way to get his clothes.  He pulls them on while we go down the hallway.
     I plop down on the couch, pulling him down to sit next to me.  I hold out my hand and just look at him while he cautiously hands me his phone.
     “Alright.  Let’s get started.  First we have to agree what the tone is going to be.  I say it should be matter-of-fact.  No anger, no sadness, and no pleading of any kind.  I also think it should be short, simple, and straight to the point.  What do you think?”  I ask, looking him straight in the eyes after I opened his messages app and opened a conversation with Mark.
     “That’s sounds fine with me.  What will you do when he messages back?  Cause he’s going to be angry, like the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius angry,” he tells me, a look coming into his eyes that I absolutely hate because it makes him look like he’s going to start crying he’s so scared.
     “When we get to that point, we’ll think about it.  For right now, we’re just going to worry about the breakup text.  Now let’s get started,” I tell him, pulling him over closer to me.  He settles comfortably against my side and puts his head close to mine so we can look at the screen at the same time.
     “To start with, does he have anything of yours and do you have anything of his?”  I ask him, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.
     “Yeah, I have some sweatshirts of his and I let him borrow a couple of video games.  Why?”  He asks, turning his head to look at me.  I can feel his breath on my cheek and I know that if I turn my head, our lips would brush together.  Oh, God, I can feel myself getting hard.  Crap, this isn’t good.
     In answer to his question, I just start typing a message to Mark.
     Beau:  Mark, we’re not good together and I don’t think that we belong together, either.  For those reasons, I believe it’s time that we break up.  Monday, before school, we can return each other’s things.
     “How’s that for a break up text with a psycho maniac?”  I show him the text.  Watching his face as his reads the text, I think about what will happen after they break up.  Would it be possible for us to be together as a couple?  Or would I just be a rebound if we got together?  I might be able to handle being a rebound as long as he knows I’m in love with him.
     “It’s good, but isn’t it a little…rude?”  He asks, a worried look on his face.
     “Hey, remember what I said?  He’s never going to hurt your family or you ever again.  So it’s okay to be rude to the abusive ex-boyfriend.  Okay?”  He stares into my eyes for a while before he nods his head.  I smile at him then start frowning as I start to think about what we’re going to do now after I send the text.
     “So, do you want to watch a movie while we wait for him to reply?”  Beau’s frown is immediately replaced with a smile at my question as he nods enthusiastically in response.
     I smile and get up to go cook some popcorn, “Well, then, you go look for a movie while I go make some popcorn, kay?”
     “Okay.  Hey, do you have buttered popcorn? Cause if you do, can I have that?”  He asks, already looking at my bookshelf filled to capacity with DVDs and Blu-Ray discs.
     “That’s the only good type of popcorn there is,” I tell him with a smile.  As I pop the popcorn, I Beau’s phone out of my pocket and study it, waiting for Mark to answer back.
     “Hey, do you want to watch…,” His voice trails off as his phone gives a ding, announcing that a message has been received.  I open the message and try to keep my temper in check as I read the text.
     Mark:  YOU THINK YOU CAN CHEAT ON ME WITH THAT FUCKING SLUT FROM CHEM AND BREAK UP WITH ME?!!??!?!?  Well, guess again.  I’m going to fuck you up and scatter what’s left of you across your front porch.  And maybe I’ll think about teaching your little slutty brother a lesson or two.  What do you think about that, huh?
     Beau had moved behind me and was reading the text as I was.  When he got finished with it, I could feel him trembling.  I turn around and cup his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eye.
     “Beau, listen to me.  He’s not going to get within fifty yards of you or your family, do you understand me?  Now, I want you to take me somewhere.  Do you feel up to driving?”  I ask him, staring at his tear-filled eyes.  He wraps his arms around me and buries his face in the crook of my shoulder, taking his keys out of his pocket and putting them into mine in response to my question.
     “Come on, baby.  Let’s go,” I tell him in a gentle voice as I lead him out of my house.  I turn off everything I can and lock the doors then I help Beau into the car.
     I pull out of my driveway and start driving in the direction of downtown.  I see Beau out of the corner of my eye wrap his arms around his stomach.  I slide my arm around his shoulders and pull him as close as I can to me.  He lays his head on my chest and I brush my lips against the top of his head, his hair tickling my nose.
     Five minutes later, I pull into a parking place in front of a nondescript building with the words—
     “The police department?!  No, no, no, this will only makes things worse, Ethan!”  Beau exclaims, clutching his hands to my hips as I pull him out of the car.  I take his face into my hands again and lean my forehead against his, making him look at me with teary eyes.
     “Beau, listen to me very carefully.  I can make sure that Mark will never come near you or hurt you again.  But for that to happen, you have to trust me.  Do you?”  I whisper to him, still looking at him with our foreheads touching.  Beau looks at me for a minute, takes a deep breath, lets it out, and nods his head, making me smile.
     “Alright then.  Let’s go,” I tell him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he snakes an arm around my waist.  I lead him into the station and walk to the clerk desk where the clerk looks up at us and breaks into a smile.
     “Ethan!  Oh, boy, it’s been too long!  Your aunt is going to be so happy!”  Tanya exclaims.

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