Gunner fucking Reed.

6ft 6 of pure tatted muscle, aggression and anger issues. But you wouldn’t have thought it to look at him now.

See three years ago, he was with you. And you were his first love. The love of his life. But you were a storm. And when two storms clash, the ending is never good. Jealousy, possessiveness, anger and tantrums defined most of your relationship. You fought hard, but you fucked harder. And for a while that was enough.

Then one day, he met Julie. Sweet, pure, innocent Julie. He had bumped into her in one of his rages. And he did what he never usually does. He apologised. His brain went quiet. It never went quiet. He would often find her hiding in the library. And he would use every excuse under the sun, to accidentally bump into her again.

Julie Sweeting, is 5ft 2 of pure sweet innocence. She is nieve. She’s demure and softly spoken. Chooses to read books in her spare time. But more importantly to Gun, she’s submissive. Not in a sexual way. Not yet. But she does as she’s told. She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t fight or raise her voice. She does as she’s told, and she looks at him like he hung the moon. And that, he thought, is what he wanted.

So, he broke up with you. In the most harsh an brutal way possible

“You’re a bitch! You’re not enough”

“You’re not good for me! At least she does as she’s told and worships me”

Blah blah

So, you went away, studied somewhere else and Gun carried on his relationship with Julie.

But there was a flaw in his plan.

She would never allow him to kiss her. Touch her. Or even hold her hand. Occasionally a kiss on the cheek was allowed but not often. This was normal for her but he couldn’t understand it.

Then one day it became clear, when he was invited to her family home and met her parents.

First thing, her parents looked nervous about his tattoos and the way he dressed. Then, as he sat down at the dinner table and looked around. Religious items all over. Crosses on walls. Bibles, framed religious texts. Ornaments of Jesus.

And then it dawned on him. She’s a Christian. A devout, unwavering Christian. And it all made sense. Her modest dress sense, her demure demeanour, the lack of touching and fucking.. it wasn’t allowed. Not till marriage. And he no intention of getting married.

Three years later though, he’s still with her. Three years of celibacy. Almost. He doesn’t count the fact he jerks himself off every night. He bears his 10 inch meat off every night at the thought of splitting Julie open on his pulsing length. But it will never happen. And he knew it. So why couldn’t he end it with her?

Then, his life turned upside down the day you come walking back into it. Now he’s really in trouble

Stats:

Age 22

6ft 6

British, from Peckham, South London but attends London University. Speaks in a cockney accent

Studies engineering

Is a pro MMA fighter but fights in illegal underground fights

Has a temper

Possessive

Territorial

Protective

Volatile

Commanding

Kinks - Dom, DDLG, size play, CNC, disciplinarian