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Vince sat back on his haunches, panting softly, still trying to take in the seriousness of what he had just done. He didn't know just how to feel. He probably should have felt ashamed, but at that moment, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything.
“My god.” The older's voice snapped Vince out of a trance. “Where the hell did you learn to do that, blondie?” The young singer dropped his head, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, but didn't answer.
“Oh, no,” Blackie growled, tangling his fingers in Vince's hair, roughly pulling his head up to look at him, pulling the blindfold off in the process. “I'm not done with you yet. When I address you, you answer me, understand?” The blond trembled in fear, but quickly nodded his head. “Good boy,” the bassist purred, sounding pleased. “Now, answer my question, blondie.”
Vince shrugged he shoulders, not knowing what to say. “I...don't know,” he said quietly, biting his lip nervously. What was he supposed to say? For some reason, he felt oddly uncomfortable admitting to this man that he did these sorts of intimate things with Nikki. Some things had to remain sacred.
The look on his face must have given him away, because Blackie smirked at him, chuckling softly. “You don't know, huh?” he said, amused. “I bet I know. I bet you do that for Sixx all the time, don't you?” Vince just looked at him, unsure whether or not to respond.
“Well?” The older looked at him expectantly. “I asked you a question.”
The blond took a breath and nodded silently, looking back down at the floor.
Blackie snickered for a moment, regarding the younger with interest. “I should've known. You'll do anything for that fucker.” Vince suddenly wanted to snap at him. He loved his Nikki. And he didn't appreciate when people made fun of him for that. But he knew that if he spoke out of turn, bad things would happen.
“Struck a nerve, did I?” the bassist asked in a condescending tone. “I just tell it like it is, blondie. You'll do anything for Sixx. But guess what – for the rest of the night, you're mine. And you'll do what I say. Got it?” Vince nodded again, showing that he understood the bargain. God, what had he gotten himself into?
Blackie stood up straight, moving away from the wall and looking down at Vince. “Hmmm...” he mused pensively. “Now what should I do with you?” The young singer looked up at the older with wide eyes, unsure of what could possibly follow. “The possibilities are endless, you know,” the bassist continued, smirking as he could see practically see the gears in the younger's mind turning. “I've done things you'd never believe, blondie.” Vince froze. What the fuck could that possibly mean? He didn't want to know, but he had a feeling that he was about to find out.
“Up,” the bassist commanded simply. When the singer didn't move for a second, Blackie crossed his arms over his chest and gave the singer a menacing look. “I said up.” Frightened, Vince was on his feet instantaneously, afraid of what might happen if he hadn't obeyed. “Good,” the older said with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. “Don't ever make me repeat myself. Do, and you'll be sorry.” When he saw the look of fear in the young singer's eyes, he knew that he'd gotten his point across.
With a smirk, he picked up the key to the handcuffs that he had left on the bedside table earlier and walked around the singer, grabbing his wrists and quickly unlocking the cuffs that had held him prisoner. With his arms free, Vince breathed a sigh of relief, but it was only a brief moment of freedom, as just as quickly as he'd uncuffed him, Blackie had a firm grip on Vince's wrists once more with his hands.
“What did I tell you earlier?” he asked almost condescendingly, as if the blond were a bad dog. “No funny business.” Vince nodded, trembling slightly. He'd had no intention of trying to escape, because he knew that the punishment would only be worse than the treatment he was already receiving. Once he was sure that the blond wasn't going to run off on him, he finally let go of his hands. “Now, on the bed. Face up.”
Vince didn't need to be told twice, for fear that Lawless would whip him again, or worse, if he didn't obey. He scrambled back onto the bed and arranged himself so that he was lying on his back, with his arms and legs held as close to his body as physically possible. He felt exposed enough as it was, being naked and all, and lying spread-eagled like he had before would only have made him feel even more vulnerable.
The bassist quickly shucked his clothing before joining Vince on the bed, crawling on top of him with a teasing smirk. “Why so tense, blondie?” Vince shrugged his shoulders, his bottom lip quivering in fear as he was pinned down beneath this evil man. “You can't tell me you've never done this before...” The older arches his eyebrows with a devious grin, and Vince blushed furiously.
While the young singer trembled beneath him, Blackie gave him an evil look before reaching over to the bedside table, rummaging around in the drawer until he found what he was looking for. When he withdrew his hand, the blond noticed that he was holding a small bottle of water-based lubricant, and he breathed a loud sigh of relief. Thank god, he thought to himself.
Noticing the look on Vince's face, the bassist snickered softly. “What were you thinking, blondie? Did you actually think I was gonna fuck you raw?” The younger looked away, biting his lip and shrugging his shoulders. “Silly blondie, that wouldn't be pleasant for anybody,” he said in a condescending tone, smiling and shaking his head. The blond looked away, an embarrassed expression on his face.
“You underestimate me, blondie,” Blackie purred deviously, gently cupping Vince's cheek with his free hand, tilting his face back towards him so that he could look into the young singer's warm green eyes. “If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that anything I do is not predictable in the least.” He placed a soft kiss on the blond's lips, pleased when he didn't squirm or try to pull away. “So don't ever think you've got me figured out,” he whispered in the younger's ear, his voice low and throaty. “Because you'd be wrong.”
Vince involuntarily let out a soft moan, and didn't even notice that Blackie had pulled his arms above his head again until he heard the click of handcuffs being locked. The older chuckled softly, watching the blond squirm beneath him. With an evil grin, he snaked his hand down the younger's body, making Vince gasp softly as the bassist's fingertips brushed against his manhood.
The blond pushed his hips up without even thinking, almost as if begging to be touched, but the older quickly pulled his hand away, grinning as he watched the young singer whimper desperately. With a wicked smirk, the bassist moved his hand from Vince's crotch to his own, giving his hardening member a few light strokes as Vince watched, moaning softly at the sight. Noticing the look on the young singer's face, Blackie grinned mischievously, continuing to stroke up and down the length of his erection while using his free hand to pop the cap off the bottle of lubricant.
Once the bottle was opened, he stopped his stroking motion just long enough to pour some of the clear solution into his hand so that he could rub it onto his swollen shaft. The bassist let out a soft gasp as the cool liquid made contact with his heated flesh, and Vince gasped sharply himself as the reality of the situation hit him with the force of 100 decibels coming from a Marshall stack. Good god, that...that thing...was gonna be inside him? Of course, it wasn't like he hadn't done the same thing before with Nikki, but Lawless sure wasn't Nikki. As far as size went, he may have been about the same length as Nikki, but he was a bit thicker, which was what really mattered.
The blond was suddenly yanked out of his thoughts once more as his legs were bent at the knees and pushed up, the older man positioning himself between them. He gripped Vince's thighs with his hands, lightly digging his fingernails into his skin, making the young singer yelp softly. The bassist started to rub himself against the blond's entrance, making him tense up instantly, a fearful look on his face.
Blackie couldn't help but laugh at the singer. “What's the matter, blondie?” he asked in a teasing purr. “You thought I was gonna start you off easy, didn't ya?” Vince didn't answer. “I suppose I could use my fingers first, and get you used to this...but why should I baby you? You can handle it.” The blond trembled and bit his lip, clearly not agreeing but too afraid to say otherwise. The bassist's voice dropped to a low growl. “You may act like a princess,” he purred with a devilish smirk, “but that don't mean I have to treat you like one.”
Without another word, he gripped Vince's hips and pushed in hard, making him cry out sharply in pain. Nikki never would have taken him so roughly, but then again, as Vince kept reminding himself, this wasn't Nikki. Soon enough, though, any thoughts of Nikki were instantly swept out of his mind as the pain subsided and was substituted with sensations of pleasure and absolute ecstasy. The older built up a slow, steady rhythm, creating an insane friction between their bodies as he slid in and out of the blond with increasing ease. Lawless himself seemed to be greatly enjoying the ride, his head thrown back with a look of pure bliss upon his face. “Oooh god...” Vince whimpered softly, beginning to rock his hips upwards against the older's. Then suddenly, with an evil smirk, the bassist slammed his hips hard into the singer's, catching him off guard.
“BITCH!” The blond shrieked in pain, and was quickly rewarded with a slap across the face. Smack! His cheek burned and turned bright pink where the older had struck him.
Blackie snarled menacingly at the singer. “What did I tell you before, blondie? Watch your fucking mouth! I can make it hurt way more than that, if that's what you want.” Vince shook his head frantically, and the bassist's expression softened, his mouth curling once more into a devious smirk.
“Remember who's in charge here...” he taunted, winding his fingers in Vince's hair and giving it a rough tug. The younger yelped and bit his lip, his yelp quickly turning into a moan as the older resumed thrusting his hips, picking up the pace a bit, making the blond cry out as he hit his spot with each thrust. Vince's own hardened member rubbed against the bassist's stomach, causing both of them to gasp at the sensation.
Blackie groaned loudly, making it obvious that he was nearing his climax, and he was so good that the blond wasn't that far behind. He rolled his hips upward, thrusting into the singer at the perfect angle, making him scream and thrust his hips up in response. Meanwhile, the older slid his hand between their bodies, finding Vince's erection and pumping it slowly at first, then speeding up his strokes to match the pace at which he thrust his hips. The singer moaned loudly, and Blackie silenced him by pressing his lips against Vince's mouth, kissing him with passionate fervor.
With one last thrust of his hips, the bassist broke the kiss, tossing his head back and moaning loudly. “OHHH FUCK YES!” he groaned, gripping Vince's hips firmly as he came. The young singer quickly followed suit, the feeling of the older's hot, sticky seed filling him becoming too much for him to handle. He tugged desperately on his handcuffs, his body going into spasms as he called out the other man's name, his orgasm hitting him hard.
Panting softly, Blackie slowly pulled out of the blond, rolling off of his body and lying next to him. He ran his fingers through his long black hair, which was by now damp with sweat. Exhaling deeply, he laid back on the pillows, breathing hard as he waited for his pulse to return to normal. “Fuck, blondie...” he purred, a satisfied smile spreading itself across his face.
“My god.” The older's voice snapped Vince out of a trance. “Where the hell did you learn to do that, blondie?” The young singer dropped his head, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, but didn't answer.
“Oh, no,” Blackie growled, tangling his fingers in Vince's hair, roughly pulling his head up to look at him, pulling the blindfold off in the process. “I'm not done with you yet. When I address you, you answer me, understand?” The blond trembled in fear, but quickly nodded his head. “Good boy,” the bassist purred, sounding pleased. “Now, answer my question, blondie.”
Vince shrugged he shoulders, not knowing what to say. “I...don't know,” he said quietly, biting his lip nervously. What was he supposed to say? For some reason, he felt oddly uncomfortable admitting to this man that he did these sorts of intimate things with Nikki. Some things had to remain sacred.
The look on his face must have given him away, because Blackie smirked at him, chuckling softly. “You don't know, huh?” he said, amused. “I bet I know. I bet you do that for Sixx all the time, don't you?” Vince just looked at him, unsure whether or not to respond.
“Well?” The older looked at him expectantly. “I asked you a question.”
The blond took a breath and nodded silently, looking back down at the floor.
Blackie snickered for a moment, regarding the younger with interest. “I should've known. You'll do anything for that fucker.” Vince suddenly wanted to snap at him. He loved his Nikki. And he didn't appreciate when people made fun of him for that. But he knew that if he spoke out of turn, bad things would happen.
“Struck a nerve, did I?” the bassist asked in a condescending tone. “I just tell it like it is, blondie. You'll do anything for Sixx. But guess what – for the rest of the night, you're mine. And you'll do what I say. Got it?” Vince nodded again, showing that he understood the bargain. God, what had he gotten himself into?
Blackie stood up straight, moving away from the wall and looking down at Vince. “Hmmm...” he mused pensively. “Now what should I do with you?” The young singer looked up at the older with wide eyes, unsure of what could possibly follow. “The possibilities are endless, you know,” the bassist continued, smirking as he could see practically see the gears in the younger's mind turning. “I've done things you'd never believe, blondie.” Vince froze. What the fuck could that possibly mean? He didn't want to know, but he had a feeling that he was about to find out.
“Up,” the bassist commanded simply. When the singer didn't move for a second, Blackie crossed his arms over his chest and gave the singer a menacing look. “I said up.” Frightened, Vince was on his feet instantaneously, afraid of what might happen if he hadn't obeyed. “Good,” the older said with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. “Don't ever make me repeat myself. Do, and you'll be sorry.” When he saw the look of fear in the young singer's eyes, he knew that he'd gotten his point across.
With a smirk, he picked up the key to the handcuffs that he had left on the bedside table earlier and walked around the singer, grabbing his wrists and quickly unlocking the cuffs that had held him prisoner. With his arms free, Vince breathed a sigh of relief, but it was only a brief moment of freedom, as just as quickly as he'd uncuffed him, Blackie had a firm grip on Vince's wrists once more with his hands.
“What did I tell you earlier?” he asked almost condescendingly, as if the blond were a bad dog. “No funny business.” Vince nodded, trembling slightly. He'd had no intention of trying to escape, because he knew that the punishment would only be worse than the treatment he was already receiving. Once he was sure that the blond wasn't going to run off on him, he finally let go of his hands. “Now, on the bed. Face up.”
Vince didn't need to be told twice, for fear that Lawless would whip him again, or worse, if he didn't obey. He scrambled back onto the bed and arranged himself so that he was lying on his back, with his arms and legs held as close to his body as physically possible. He felt exposed enough as it was, being naked and all, and lying spread-eagled like he had before would only have made him feel even more vulnerable.
The bassist quickly shucked his clothing before joining Vince on the bed, crawling on top of him with a teasing smirk. “Why so tense, blondie?” Vince shrugged his shoulders, his bottom lip quivering in fear as he was pinned down beneath this evil man. “You can't tell me you've never done this before...” The older arches his eyebrows with a devious grin, and Vince blushed furiously.
While the young singer trembled beneath him, Blackie gave him an evil look before reaching over to the bedside table, rummaging around in the drawer until he found what he was looking for. When he withdrew his hand, the blond noticed that he was holding a small bottle of water-based lubricant, and he breathed a loud sigh of relief. Thank god, he thought to himself.
Noticing the look on Vince's face, the bassist snickered softly. “What were you thinking, blondie? Did you actually think I was gonna fuck you raw?” The younger looked away, biting his lip and shrugging his shoulders. “Silly blondie, that wouldn't be pleasant for anybody,” he said in a condescending tone, smiling and shaking his head. The blond looked away, an embarrassed expression on his face.
“You underestimate me, blondie,” Blackie purred deviously, gently cupping Vince's cheek with his free hand, tilting his face back towards him so that he could look into the young singer's warm green eyes. “If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that anything I do is not predictable in the least.” He placed a soft kiss on the blond's lips, pleased when he didn't squirm or try to pull away. “So don't ever think you've got me figured out,” he whispered in the younger's ear, his voice low and throaty. “Because you'd be wrong.”
Vince involuntarily let out a soft moan, and didn't even notice that Blackie had pulled his arms above his head again until he heard the click of handcuffs being locked. The older chuckled softly, watching the blond squirm beneath him. With an evil grin, he snaked his hand down the younger's body, making Vince gasp softly as the bassist's fingertips brushed against his manhood.
The blond pushed his hips up without even thinking, almost as if begging to be touched, but the older quickly pulled his hand away, grinning as he watched the young singer whimper desperately. With a wicked smirk, the bassist moved his hand from Vince's crotch to his own, giving his hardening member a few light strokes as Vince watched, moaning softly at the sight. Noticing the look on the young singer's face, Blackie grinned mischievously, continuing to stroke up and down the length of his erection while using his free hand to pop the cap off the bottle of lubricant.
Once the bottle was opened, he stopped his stroking motion just long enough to pour some of the clear solution into his hand so that he could rub it onto his swollen shaft. The bassist let out a soft gasp as the cool liquid made contact with his heated flesh, and Vince gasped sharply himself as the reality of the situation hit him with the force of 100 decibels coming from a Marshall stack. Good god, that...that thing...was gonna be inside him? Of course, it wasn't like he hadn't done the same thing before with Nikki, but Lawless sure wasn't Nikki. As far as size went, he may have been about the same length as Nikki, but he was a bit thicker, which was what really mattered.
The blond was suddenly yanked out of his thoughts once more as his legs were bent at the knees and pushed up, the older man positioning himself between them. He gripped Vince's thighs with his hands, lightly digging his fingernails into his skin, making the young singer yelp softly. The bassist started to rub himself against the blond's entrance, making him tense up instantly, a fearful look on his face.
Blackie couldn't help but laugh at the singer. “What's the matter, blondie?” he asked in a teasing purr. “You thought I was gonna start you off easy, didn't ya?” Vince didn't answer. “I suppose I could use my fingers first, and get you used to this...but why should I baby you? You can handle it.” The blond trembled and bit his lip, clearly not agreeing but too afraid to say otherwise. The bassist's voice dropped to a low growl. “You may act like a princess,” he purred with a devilish smirk, “but that don't mean I have to treat you like one.”
Without another word, he gripped Vince's hips and pushed in hard, making him cry out sharply in pain. Nikki never would have taken him so roughly, but then again, as Vince kept reminding himself, this wasn't Nikki. Soon enough, though, any thoughts of Nikki were instantly swept out of his mind as the pain subsided and was substituted with sensations of pleasure and absolute ecstasy. The older built up a slow, steady rhythm, creating an insane friction between their bodies as he slid in and out of the blond with increasing ease. Lawless himself seemed to be greatly enjoying the ride, his head thrown back with a look of pure bliss upon his face. “Oooh god...” Vince whimpered softly, beginning to rock his hips upwards against the older's. Then suddenly, with an evil smirk, the bassist slammed his hips hard into the singer's, catching him off guard.
“BITCH!” The blond shrieked in pain, and was quickly rewarded with a slap across the face. Smack! His cheek burned and turned bright pink where the older had struck him.
Blackie snarled menacingly at the singer. “What did I tell you before, blondie? Watch your fucking mouth! I can make it hurt way more than that, if that's what you want.” Vince shook his head frantically, and the bassist's expression softened, his mouth curling once more into a devious smirk.
“Remember who's in charge here...” he taunted, winding his fingers in Vince's hair and giving it a rough tug. The younger yelped and bit his lip, his yelp quickly turning into a moan as the older resumed thrusting his hips, picking up the pace a bit, making the blond cry out as he hit his spot with each thrust. Vince's own hardened member rubbed against the bassist's stomach, causing both of them to gasp at the sensation.
Blackie groaned loudly, making it obvious that he was nearing his climax, and he was so good that the blond wasn't that far behind. He rolled his hips upward, thrusting into the singer at the perfect angle, making him scream and thrust his hips up in response. Meanwhile, the older slid his hand between their bodies, finding Vince's erection and pumping it slowly at first, then speeding up his strokes to match the pace at which he thrust his hips. The singer moaned loudly, and Blackie silenced him by pressing his lips against Vince's mouth, kissing him with passionate fervor.
With one last thrust of his hips, the bassist broke the kiss, tossing his head back and moaning loudly. “OHHH FUCK YES!” he groaned, gripping Vince's hips firmly as he came. The young singer quickly followed suit, the feeling of the older's hot, sticky seed filling him becoming too much for him to handle. He tugged desperately on his handcuffs, his body going into spasms as he called out the other man's name, his orgasm hitting him hard.
Panting softly, Blackie slowly pulled out of the blond, rolling off of his body and lying next to him. He ran his fingers through his long black hair, which was by now damp with sweat. Exhaling deeply, he laid back on the pillows, breathing hard as he waited for his pulse to return to normal. “Fuck, blondie...” he purred, a satisfied smile spreading itself across his face.
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