Well, it almost killed me, but...
Hi folks, which I've only just begun to realise is a LOT of people - to all the newer folks, hello! I return bearing story. Long - I repeat, LONG, we're talking nearly 10 000 words, I warn you - story. Of smut. That has evolved over many months, several fandoms and several genres to end up like it is. It has been doing my head in since I started writing it, so it's nice to have it done with finally! So:
Title: Mr Victim
Pairing: Billie/Mike/Tre
Rating: R, I think...
Disclaimer: This I imagine is more not true than most other things I've written, if you follow. So yeah. Tis the product of a fevered, stressed, possibly disturbed mind. But hey, at least it's technically not rape any more! Warning: quite dark themes, bad language, probably horribly-written sex and NEARLY TEN THOUSAND WORDS MY GOD.
Dedication: To everyone who helped me on this, and who threatened/cajoled me alternately, and listened to me whine - and thus, especially Shaina. :)
We sat in the car, Mike drumming his fingers against the steering wheel in repressed excitement, me jiggling energetically in my seat. If we listened carefully, we could hear him kicking the car’s trunk as he lay within, blind, dumb and helpless yet still trying to rebel. I guess at least it showed how determined a man he is.
“You ready for this?” Mike asked me suddenly, turning his baby-blues on me. I smiled, feeling a huge bubble of anticipative joy rising in my chest, buoying me up.
“Hell yeah. I still can’t believe he was up for this though!” I exclaimed, before hushing myself self-consciously. Didn’t want to alert anyone in the street to our goings-on, after all. That was asking for short-term scandal and long-term embarrassment.
“Hey, I didn’t think he would be either, but he’s…I dunno…special,” smiled Mike, glancing back towards the trunk fondly. Turning back to me, he unbuckled his seatbelt and gave me a stern gaze. “Right. Remember. We’re evil. I’m dominant, you’re weird and creepy as fuck. We don’t know him, we’ve never seen him before tonight, we don’t know his name. He’ll be acting scared, don’t worry about it unless he gives the signal. Remember the signal?”
“He’ll raise his eyebrows three times,” I replied promptly. “Mike, man, relax. It’ll all be great, don’t worry.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know,” he grinned, reaching for the door handle. “This is gonna be fucking good! You ready?”
“I’ve been ready all my life, man.” Maybe that was slightly exaggerated; nevertheless excitement had been building since Billie and Mike agreed that maybe it’d be fun to experiment with a little role play around a week ago. We had planned the basic situation through the week, without telling Billie; he had agreed that, as the ‘victim’ in this little game, he shouldn’t really have any say in the workings of it. All we had let him know was that he should be at a certain club at 9pm that night, then let the game start when he turned up, looking curious and expectant. And fucking gorgeous too, but there’s nothing new about that.
“Let’s go,” he nodded decisively, sharing a quick excited grin with me before we got out into the street, shivering in the cold, late-night air. He glanced around, seeming slightly nervous. “Anyone around?"
"I think everyone's in bed..." I replied, also scouring the street for any hidden people - or, worse yet, press. Mike grinned, this time a much steelier look in his eye, and I felt a warm tingle low in my stomach.
"Good."
I stiffened as cool air flew over me. Judging from the breeze blowing the heated air away and the sudden sensation of space, the trunk of the car had been opened. The silence of the scene suggested the hour was late, very late. I squirmed in faked pathetic fear, pulling uselessly at the tight bonds restraining my hands and feet, trying not to smile through my gag. So far, the night had been…interesting, that’s for sure.
I had been sitting in my house at around seven pm, re-reading ‘Stupid White Men,’ and listening to some demos for Adeline, when my cell rang. I let it ring for a little while - hey, it was on vibrate, and it just happened to be in my front jean pocket…tingly! - before fishing it out and answering it, seeing that it was Tre on the other end. “Hey there.”
“You busy tonight?” I smiled; Tre always, always knows what I’m up to. ‘You busy tonight?’ is Tre-speak for ‘I wanna fuck you tonight, you up for it?’
“You know I’m not, dude. ‘Sup?” His next words made my eyebrow raise curiously.
“Right. Nine o clock. Coco’s bar. You’ll be there.” This was unusual; Tre was normally really laid-back about things like this. Why was he suddenly ordering me around like I’m his bitch? …oh…I stifled a laugh, remembering last week’s role-play-possibility conversation.
“Will I?” I asked innocently, curling my legs up onto the couch comfortably. I felt a weird, not unpleasant shiver run through me with his next words, spoken calmly and with great certainty.
“Yeah. You will. Bye.”
Well, far be it for me to ruin the fun of my two best-friends-and-fuckbuddies. They wanna get their rocks off by pretending to kidnap me, well, call me Mr Victim. So I had dressed myself up in my finest clothes, made sure I was looking sexy as hell, and made my way to the bar, only half an hour late.
I hadn’t seen Mike or Tre straight away - I was assuming they would ‘hunt me down’ or whatever they were planning on, so I decided I may as well enjoy myself in the meantime. Grinning to myself at the admittedly quite excited state I found myself in with the anticipation of the night ahead, I had got myself a drink and gone wandering around the club. After a few more drinks I had ended up on the dancefloor, figuring that making sure I could be seen was a pretty good idea for whatever they had in mind. After all, if they couldn’t find me, they couldn’t snatch me, could they?
And it was there I had seen them, dancing closely together. More than closely; they were practically fucking fucking! Their hands were all over each other, their eyes flashing in desire as their bodies writhed together as if joined at the crotch. Every single person on the dancefloor was watching them, clearly longing to be with them. I think I felt my jaw drop, but I’m pretty sure that only happens in cartoons; either way, it was fucking hot and I couldn’t wait to get my fair share of it.
Then the song had ended, and they had kissed each other passionately before breaking apart. The audience, being drunk and all quite definitely turned on by this display, had cheered and whistled their approval, some people even breaking into appreciative applause, which both Tre and Mike had revelled in, bowing and blowing kisses at the mass of people. Mike had been completely taken up with putting on a show for their audience, but Tre had seemed more distracted, his eyes scanning the crowd, flicking from person to person. The taller man in front of me had staggered to the left slightly, clearly slightly worse for the wear, and I had come into Tre‘s line of vision. He had grinned instantly, and thrown me an extremely lewd smirk as he took in my appearance, before nudging Mike. Mike followed his line of sight and, on spotting me, had smiled and begun eying me up in a really obvious way, his gaze travelling up and down my body and face, practically feeling me up as it went. Mike’s dirty looks have an embarrassing effect on me; I blushed like a schoolgirl and offered him a shy smile, then walked away, deciding to make him chase me if he wanted me.
Of course, he had followed me, forcing his way through the dancing, drunken crowd to tap me on the shoulder. He had apologised for embarrassing me, and told me with a cheekily attractive smile that he had been entranced by my beauty, making me smile at the sheer cheesiness. He had offered to buy me a drink as Tre had bounced over, asking if I'd enjoyed their dance, if I would like to come and dance with him now. He hadn't let me refuse, grabbing my hand and dragging me enthusiastically back to the dancefloor. He had encouraged me to dance, with me at first being reluctant and embarrassed, but slowly becoming more confident as the crowd began to cheer us on. Mike had returned with what I'm guessing was a triple vodka, both of them encouraging me to drink it as Tre and I slinked around the dancefloor together. We had danced for what seemed hours, with Mike plying me with more and more drinks, eventually joining us on the dancefloor as it became obvious I needed a hell of a lot of support just to stay upright. I honestly don’t know why they felt the need to get me drunk - after all, I had already agreed to do whatever they wanted. But I guess they knew that a sober me would not be too happy about taking a ride in a car trunk whilst bound and gagged. Fuckers.
Anyway. Eventually they had shared a knowing look and both took hold of my hands, walking me off the dancefloor and from the club. Tre had produced a bottle of water from one of his deep pockets and made me drink it; I reckon he thought maybe I was a little too drunk for their purposes. Funnily enough, I’m usually at my best when I’m not unconscious on the bedroom floor, snoring away and dead to the world. So they had taken me for a walk to clear my head, eventually guiding me to a bench, sitting me down as I swayed dizzily. Mike had knelt in front of me, holding my hands in his, and told me in a caring tone that he thought I needed to go home, and could I find my way from here? I suppose this was where the role-play really kicked in; after looking up and down the streets, I meekly informed them that I was utterly lost, playing the part of vulnerable victim quite well, I thought. Tre had then snuggled close beside me, placing an arm around my shoulders and letting me lean against his chest.
"Y'know," he had said, smiling in a way that had turned me on completely, his expression seeming both cute and incredibly sexy, his tone highly suggestive. "Mike and I don't live too far away from here..."
"That's true," Mike had agreed, beginning to stroke his fingers over the back of my hands and beaming up into my face as my breathing quickened. "If you need a bed for the night, Tre and I could help you out..."
"Yeah, we have a biiiiiiiiiiiig bed," Tre had murmured, before kissing the back of my neck softly. Mike had slid his hands into my lap, stroking my thighs, brushing my stirring penis repeatedly as I moaned. "Room enough for three people, I should think."
"Plenty," grinned Mike, leaning up to kiss me beautifully, massaging my lips with his own. Tre had continued to kiss my neck, his tongue expertly tickling me beneath my cheekbones, making me shiver deliciously. His fingers began to massage my stomach and sides as I pretended to consider their suggestion, really just basking in their combined attention. Eventually, Mike pulled away, producing a muted, longing moan from me.
"Interested?" he asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously, his hands continuing to stroke my genitals. "'Cause your dick sure says that you are..."
"I...I..." I mock-stammered, before smiling decisively back at him. "Yeah. I'd love to spend the night with you two."
I reckon all three of us were laughing inside at the idea that I might have refused. They had helped me to my feet, walking me along the road, all over me until we had reached a black car; Tre‘s, no doubt planted here earlier. Well, I guess the extent of their planning ahead was pretty damn impressive! Tre had pulled me to one side as Mike opened the trunk of the car, kissing me even more passionately and doing a damn fine job of distracting me from whatever Mike was doing. I had been lost in his kisses when my hands had been gently clasped together behind my back by Mike, making me smile until I heard a ripping noise and felt something being wrapped around them. I asked what was going on, and was told it was just “a little light bondage.” I had laughingly told them that I'd rather not do anything particularly kinky, and asked Mike to untie me, pretending to think it was a joke. Well, they had certainly laughed, but Mike had continued wrapping the tape around my wrists.
Me being me, I wasn’t going to let them have it all their own way, and I had tried to struggle free from Tre’s tight embrace, pulling away from his chest, but Mike’s hands on my shoulders had kept me unable to break away. My mouth had opened to scream, but Tre had smothered it with his lips, giggling into my mouth as I struggled to escape from his kiss. Mike had reached in front of me, quickly spreading a strip of tape over my lips as Tre pulled away, laughing at my confused and fearful expression. Tre’s strong hands had grasped me around the waist, lifting me into the open trunk as I thrashed about violently, trying to get away, not acting any more; I really did not want to be left in the trunk whilst they joyrode their way around town, trying to irritate me. But Tre had restrained my legs, letting Mike tape them together, and they had forcefully pushed me onto my side, making me curl up so I fit into the small space. A blindfold had been added only when Tre whined, "But I like it better when they can't see!" making me shudder; he had sounded more than a little disturbed, and I had a feeling I was going to be thinking that more and more tonight. The trunk had been slammed, silence had surrounded me, and I had been driven to what was probably Tre’s house. I could feel their eyes on me now, and wriggled all the more, wanting to give them a good show.
We both gazed down at his fruitlessly struggling body, both of us enjoying the sight of him in such a situation, looking so pathetic and yet so…oddly cute. Maybe because he was quite obviously putting this all on for us, which was touching, in its own disturbed sort of way. Sharing another nod, our hands clutched at him; I grabbed him under the shoulders whilst Mike pulled his legs from the confined space. We rested him briefly on his unsteady feet and I let Mike support him, leaving them to carefully close the trunk, making sure not to slam it. I watched, swallowing down laughter, as Mike kindly steadied his reeling body, the mix of alcohol, suddenly being stood upright and the heat he had no doubt experienced during his long journey in the trunk making him light-headed. "Trying to get away?" whispered Mike in a cruelly-mocking tone after a particularly violent lurch of Billie’s, his lips brushing against Bill’s ear. Billie blindly jerked his head away as I laughed softly, nervously eying up the street for people and indicating silently to Mike that we should get him indoors before any humiliating explanations became necessary.
"Why don't you try to scream for help?" Mike continued, nodding to me as I stroked the tape covering Billie’s lips before once again grabbing his shoulders. Mike went ahead with my keys to open the door as I hoisted Billie over my shoulder easily, making a mental note to tell him to get something to eat now and again - that boy is just too thin nowadays! I felt him struggle against my back, his legs kicking, his arms trying to free themselves as they rested behind him, trying desperately to shout. He could manage only muffled grunts, which were drowned by the quiet laughter of Mike and myself. Our fake, derisive laughter increased in volume as Mike shut the door behind me, locking it.
I was dumped heavily onto a carpeted floor, my enthusiastic attempts to cry for help being quashed as the breath was knocked from me. I strained to breath through my nose and lay curled up gasping on the floor, hearing Mike and Tre circle me predatorily. "I can't believe how easy this was..." breathed Tre, an almost reverential tone to his voice as I felt him kneel beside my back. I tried to shuffle away from him, my head shaking in trembly defiance, before I felt a foot nudge me in the ribs.
"Stay, boy," Mike commanded in a darkly-joking voice as Tre giggled. "To think you'd make it so easy for us," he commented, fingers resting beneath my chin as he spoke, firmly guiding my blinded head up. A rough hand began to stroke my hair as I whimpered and tried to pull away. "Letting us buy you all those drinks...dancing with us like a little whore...telling us you'd love a threesome..."
"'I'd love to spend the night with you two!'" trilled Tre in what I assumed to be a rather shit imitation of my earlier misguided words as his hands roved over my back, making me shiver violently; but in desire, rather than disgust. Acting as if I were repulsed by them was going to be damn hard, I could already tell. "Such a slut!"
"The second we saw you, we knew you were perfect for us. You can always tell the dirty whores from the nice little boys," agreed Mike, stroking my hair with false tenderness as I shook my head sightlessly, trying to deny my proclaimed sluttiness. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you!"
I chuckled to myself as Billie shivered, knowing that he was being turned on by my stroking. To be honest, I had been more than a little scared that he wouldn’t find this particularly erotic - especially after his unexpected ride in the trunk, which I was pretty sure we’d be hearing all about when this was over. But it looked like Billie was enjoying this as much as we were - dirty boy!
Mike grinned at me, then suddenly ripped the blindfold from his eyes, drawing forth a gagged howl of pain as the tape wrenched at his skin. His green eyes were revealed again, blinking up at Mike, a slightly accusative look to them; I guessed that inside his head he was berating him for ripping the tape off. He soon made sure to hide this, though, replacing his irritation with a fearful, wide-eyed stare up at Mike from his almost foetal position on the floor. If you ignored the sexy glint in his eyes, you could almost believe he was truly scared.
I rose from behind him, plastering a creepily cheery smile on my face as Mike towered over him, idly fingering the duct tape he had just snatched from Bill‘s eyes. "Hey there!" I giggled, waggling my fingers at him in a cute little wave as I joined Mike in staring down at him fixedly. Mike remained silent, only a strange smile to show his mood as I lowered my eyes, trying to seem sly and dangerous. "Know what? You're cute when you're afraid." My smile grew as Billie’s eyes widened with my words, and I watched him try to shuffle away from me and my creepiness.
"Now Tre," commented Mike in a stern tone, "Don't make fun of him, you'll only sap his self-esteem. He's probably always cute." A sinister grin spread across his face. "The terror makes him...beautiful." I had to suppress a groan at that point; Mike, sounding so…fucking…evil…man. This really was going to be good!
They stared at me silently, greedily savouring the sight of me helpless before them. I’d never seen them look at me like this before - so…predatory, and greedy -and I was surprised to feel a little dirtied by their hungry expressions. I really hadn’t thought they’d be able to affect me…I guess they were better actors than I’d given them credit for! Might as well play along; I moaned miserably in self-pity, making my eyes flick between theirs, Mike’s a piercing bright blue, Tre’s deeper, trying to seem as if I were silently pleading with them. As if I were begging them desperately to let me go. To not hurt me.
Eventually, just as I’d decided to really go for it and let tears begin to fill my eyes, Tre glanced at Mike. "I'll get a knife." He paused as a muted screech of fear tried to escape my gagged mouth, smiling even more widely as the tears spilled down onto my cheeks, before striding purposefully away.
"Sexy outfit," offered Mike casually, settling himself cross-legged in front of me as my head once more began to shake, this time frenziedly imploring them not to hurt me as thoughts of knives flooded into my mind. Why the fuck was he getting a knife? Jesus…they wouldn’t…no, they wouldn’t actually hurt me! …Right? I mean, how realistic were they wanting to go here…I cursed at myself for letting them not tell me what they were going to do to me beforehand. Sure, it had sounded like it would make the whole thing a lot more interesting, but now here we were and they were throwing fucking knives into the picture…I debated giving them the signal, at least just so I could find out what the hell they were going to do, but managed to calm myself a little with the thought that I knew they wouldn’t hurt me. They valued me too much. I know that. It’s just…really, really hard to believe that when you’re lying helplessly in front of them and they’re acting so realistically goddamn evil…
Mike fingered the ruffles of my sweat-soaked red shirt, smiling eerily. "I said when we saw you in the club that I thought you had nice clothes on. You looked good in them." The smile suddenly became a crazed grin that made the little pit of worry in my stomach stir and begin to become a yawning gulf. “I bet you’ll look even better out of them…” I moaned pitifully; Christ, he was just too good at this! Tre returned, brandishing - to my growing horror - a kitchen knife. He knelt beside Mike, both of them kneeling over me, the two of them sharing a loving smile which actually made me feel a little…sick. It’s only a game, it’s only a game…
"You going first, Mike?" I asked gently, offering the knife to the blonde man, whose face lit up in a perverse delight.
"Hell yeah!" He excitedly grabbed the knife, drawing what was almost an entreating shriek from Billie; we both watched him shiver helplessly on the floor, seeing real panic in his eyes. We paused for a second or two, swapping concerned glances - were we going too far? - but, not seeing the signal come from him, Mike pressed the flat edge of the knife to his pale neck.
I froze, my eyes reflexively squeezing tightly shut as Mike held the knife to my neck, its blade cool against my feverish skin. A whimper was forced from me as the flat side was dragged slowly across my throat, feeling it pressing smoothly against my perspiring flesh. They wouldn’t hurt me, they wouldn’t, they wouldn’t…
A sudden ripping noise and a joyful laugh made my eyes fly open in shock. The knife had been dragged down through the material of my shirt, ripping the thin cloth from my neck to stomach. The blade hadn’t even touched my skin as it cut through the material like butter; I tried to hide a relieved, shaky sigh as strong hands reached down to roll me over, resting me face down on the carpet, and the knife was pulled through the material of each short sleeve. I felt calloused fingers graze my skin as the tattered fragments of my shirt were snatched from my body, laughing slightly to myself as I realised that, after all that, I was still managing to feel a little angry at the destruction of one of my favourite shirts.
I was roughly dragged onto my back, being rested uncomfortably on my tied hands by Mike as Tre removed my shoes and socks, tossing them carelessly into the corner of the room.
“You wanna do his pants?”
“If you don’t mind,” Tre replied, leering down at me and ghosting his fingers over my stomach as I gazed up at him, still feeling pretty damn relieved. I could see in his eyes that he was grateful that I had trusted them enough not to stop them…as well as being able to see a certain amount of lust at the sight of me lying shirtless and bound before him. Kinky bitch that he is.
Mike handed him the knife, and Tre took it to my tight trousers, forcing the sharp blade through the thick material as I continued to cry and whimper pleadingly, having to pretend again now. Tre stroked my upper thigh as the last of the black cloth was pulled from me, a blankly fixated, dreamy smile on his face. I lay trembling pitifully in only my underwear - trembling mainly through being fucking cold; couldn‘t they have done this to me someplace warm? - duct tape wrapped firmly around my wrists and ankles whilst tears trickled down my cheeks.
"Christ, he's wearing underwear," said Mike, in some surprise. "I guess I owe you five dollars Tre. I honestly thought the little slut would be going commando." We both laughed as Billie fleetingly scowled up at us, apparently not appreciating our repeated references to him being…morally lenient. I took in his body, my eyes dancing over his form.
"Look at him," I sighed, my fingers returning to tickling his stomach. "You were right, he's beautiful...his skin is so soft! Feel him..." I grabbed at Mike’s hand, and smoothed his hard, calloused fingers over Billie’s right shoulder and down his chest, stroking the slight trail of hair leading down from his stomach until we reached the waistband of his boxer shorts. His eyes closed wretchedly as we smiled at each other, feeling him trembling all over and hearing the slight guttural groan deep in his throat as he enjoyed our light touch. I decided to try and creep Billie out a little more, and grinned up at Mike. "And his tummy is thin, not like the last guy...remember, Mike?"
"I remember," he nodded, grinning and playing along. "That guy was so fat, it was disgusting. This one is gorgeous," he smiled as I flicked my eyes down to examine Billie’s face; he looked confused, his eyes widening quite adorably. Mike noticed too, and trailed a thin finger down Billie’s rounded cheek, tracing the pattern of his running eyeliner. "His eyes are absolutely lovely. Especially with his tears making his make-up run like that. Nancyboy that he is." We both saw him swallow nervously, trying to shift away from Mike, freezing when Mike’s hand shot out to grab him by the hair and force him to stay put.
"He's really pretty," I sighed again, truthfully - Billie is easily the girliest man I know - making sure that a slightly demented smile arrived on my lips as I studied his face dreamily, not making eye contact with him. "I mean, I thought he was nice before, but now..." I trailed off, making Mike nudge me gently.
"Oh? Is he better looking than me, then?" Mike asked me, raising a thin eyebrow questioningly as he tried to hide a smirk. I shook my head vehemently, spinning to plant a passionate kiss on his smiling lips.
“You’re the sexiest guy I know,” I assured him softly, suppressing a wince as I thought of how Billie would definitely be pouting about that one later.
"Same goes for you,” Mike returned, leaning in to share another kiss as Billie gave us an odd look, composed both of glared irritation and longing lust. "But now," Mike stated dynamically, rising to his feet and gazing appraisingly down at Bill, who jumped, hesitantly looking up at him. "Time to get him upstairs, I think!"
I had thought I would be carried again, but I was wrong. My hands were grabbed by their tied wrists and I was dragged backwards out of the room and up a flight of stairs by Tre. Mike leapt up the stairs after me, laughing as I yelped with each painful bump my head, ass and feet received. Tre turned left when he reached the landing, with Mike overtaking him. He reached into a pocket of his black jacket and withdrew a small key. Slipping it into a lock on a sturdy door, he threw me a wicked smile that made me shiver and pretend to struggle even more forcefully as he turned it and pushed open the door. "Welcome to your new home!" he announced as Tre dragged me inside and dropped me to the floor. "Not that you'll be here too long..." he continued, grinning at Tre, whose face fell as I faked a fearful sob, despite mentally laughing at the accuracy of Mike’s statement.
"Aw, Mike!" Tre whined, crouching beside me. I froze as he pulled my head into his lap, stroking my hair tenderly with gentle fingers. "But he's the cutest guy we've ever found! I want to keep him for years and years!"
"Now, Tre," tutted Mike, walking purposefully over to the large bed which squatted in the centre of the room, dominating it. He began to fiddle with something I couldn’t quite make out attached to a robust bedpost as he answered. "I know he's the best-looking guy we've been able to get so far. But...Tre, it's not as if he's going to stay that way, is it?"
"I guess not..." Tre replied reluctantly as I pretended to whine pitifully, subtly tipping my head back slightly to take full advantage of Tre‘s playing with my hair. "But...can we...can we keep him for a long time, then?" he asked in a sugary tone, carefully brushing some now-liquid eyeliner from my face as I shivered at his touch. I saw Mike grin, revealing his white teeth in a distinctly predatory manner.
“Tre, we’ll keep him for as long as you like, baby. You can do whatever you like with him, okay?”
“Okay!” he sang in reply, making me shudder violently, feeling a little creeped out at them talking like I wasn’t even a person. Tre planted a happy kiss on my forehead, reassuring me slightly as I felt him smile against my skin, before scrambling to his feet. My head thumped back onto the floor, making me whimper, before the two of them grabbed my hands and feet.
We lifted his frantically struggling body onto the bed, resting him on only a clean sheet and stretching him out full length, both clearly eying up his taut form; his eyes glowed warmly as he realised and began to wriggle in a distinctly more sexual way, making the two of us groan softly. Mike cleared his throat and tried unsuccessfully to stop his voice cracking as he spoke. "Tre, gimme the knife and hold him down, please," he ordered mildly, smiling as I nodded eagerly and produced the knife from my jacket pocket.
I handed it over, then firmly planted my large hands on his thin shoulders, easily pressing him down into the stiff mattress as I grinned into his face wickedly. Mike then sliced apart the duct tape around his wrists, gripping his instantly-struggling hands together as he tore the tape from his skin, making him wince. Frowning in concentration, he walked to the head of the bed, releasing Bill’s left hand as he picked up another of our special surprises for Billie Joe and brandished it above his upturned face.
Oh, God, what the fuck was this? Manacles? What the fuck? Where had they gotten those from?!
We had, in the course of our ‘preparations’ for this little game, scoured the contents of several very specialist shops until we had found precisely what we wanted; steel manacles, glinting dully in the fluorescent light of the room as Mike displayed one to Billie with his thin lips twisted into a devilish smile. He rattled the chunky chain that kept it attached to the bedstead as Billie stared at it in slight horror and disbelief, before pulling his left hand closer, getting ready to snick his wrist in the tight steel embrace.
Fucking manacles? Jesus, they had really worked hard to make this realistic! I stared at the chain, feeling actual fear building up in my stomach again; trapped in these, I really would be completely helpless…I thought fast. If I were really and truly in this situation, how would I react to this?
I winced as Billie’s right hand smacked me heavily across the face, showing that despite his small stature Billie could still pack a hard fucking punch when he needed to. I shook my head, more surprised than truly hurt, as Bill tried to push himself hurriedly up from the bed with his free hand.
Surprising even myself, instead of backing away, or complaining, or even hitting him back, I merely laughed aloud, wiping my fingers across my bloodied lips and staring at them curiously as Mike pulled Billie back down onto the bed with his left arm, sharply snapping the manacle tightly around his twisting wrist. He moaned desperately, clearly pretending to be broken at the loss of his only chance of escape, but I saw concern on his face and apology in his eyes - apparently he hadn’t meant to make me bleed.
"Look!" I said, a tone of weird delight in my voice - I guess this was a chance to really play the ‘insane creepy’ guy, after all. I showed his blood-spattered fingertips to Mike, who scowled angrily down at Billie, making him draw away slightly. "He made me bleed!" I smiled fondly down at Bill, blood spreading slowly across my lips and teeth, before deciding to lean close and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. He blinked up at me in confusion.
"He'll pay for it," Mike promised, his expression cold, his eyes glinting as they bore into Billie‘s apologetic green eyes. "You can make him bleed," he declared softly, drawing a moan from our restrained friend.
"Look!" I said again, pointing down at his fearful face proudly as Mike wrenched Bill’s right hand back to be encased in the steel grip of another manacle, leaving his arms pulled inescapably tightly back to the corners of the bed, making him wince and whimper pitifully. "You can see where I kissed him!" I exclaimed, pointing to the outline of my lips in my blood printed onto Bill’s cheek, before sighing longingly as I took in his tightly stretched, sexy-as-hell upper body. I heard a similar soft sigh from Mike, and the both of us blushed as Billie raised an eyebrow in amusement, the warmth in his eyes suggesting he was laughing at our state. Mike coughed.
I laughed to myself at the state of the both of them, drooling over me like that, clearly falling out of their roles. Honestly, they‘ve just got no restraint! Mike coughed, and managed to drag his eyes away from my chest long enough to see where Tre had kissed me. "Lovely," he smiled, apparently in genuine affection at the blood print Tre had left on my face. "Want to help me do his legs?" he asked, fondly holding Tre's hand. Tre smiled brightly, nodding as Mike frowned then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed it caringly over the bruised lips.
"Thanks. Oh, can I take his boxers off?" asked Tre, a distinctly pleading whine in his voice; I felt my eyes widen, slightly disturbed. He clapped his hands together firmly in delight when Mike smiled and nodded indulgently, as if giving a child a real treat. Mike walked to the foot of the bed, closely followed by Tre, and cut the tape around my ankles. Still wanting to stay in my ‘terrified victim’ character, I instantly kicked out at both men, missing Tre as he laughed and skipped away but catching Mike on the chest with my heel. He gasped in pain, then growled viciously at me, and strode back around the bed to give me a ringing slap across the face, smearing Tre's blood further across my skin as I whimpered.
"Try it again," he threatened quietly, showing me the knife in a supposedly nonchalant movement. "I dare you." Our eyes locked together, mine actually terrified and beaten until he winked at me reassuringly, making me sigh in relief. Jesus Christ, this was getting me jumpy as hell! I scowled to myself, biting my tongue in pain when his hand slapped my reddened cheek again, making me yelp as he smirked smugly.
I frowned a little as Mike hit Billie; Billie had agreed that a little violence would be okay, but I hadn’t really wanted to get into that. I didn’t want to hurt him, after all. But I guess he seemed okay, so I just restored my suitably-insane expression and enthusiastically bounded to the end of the bed, eyeing up his underwear as I went. I knelt at the end of the bed, and reached out with grasping fingers, staring with a furiously fixed gaze at the snowy material of his underwear. I slipped my slightly-trembling fingertips beneath the elasticised waistband as Billie shivered, his eyes briefly fluttering closed. Mike had stepped back, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, a small smile on his face as he watched me; I saw Billie staring at him desperately, apparently trying to plead with him as Mike smiled coldly at him. His desperate gaze was snapped away from Mike when I spoke to him.
"I like your underwear," I murmured quietly, looking up at him and giving him a friendly smile, trying once more to freak him out. He stared back at me with wide eyes, apparently unable to understand what was going through my head. "They're a nice colour. I've got lots like them. But I don't wear them any more. Mike likes me not to wear any underwear." Mike snickered behind me, not even bothering to deny it; he really did like us not to wear underwear. It made everything so much more convenient, in his own words.
I grasped Billie’s underwear and pulled them down as his eyes closed, probably faking misery - quite badly, as I definitely felt him give a quick thrust up into my hand.
I couldn’t resist trying to get as close to Tre as possible as he fingered my underwear, driving myself up and feeling his skin through the cloth before he pushed me down with a bright laugh and muttered “dirty slut.” He pulled on my underwear, and I felt the material slide slowly over my trembling thighs, calves then finally my feet, leaving me naked, restrained and actually feeling quite humiliated on the bed. Hot tears once again squeezed from beneath my eyelids as Tre’s hand was curiously stroked over my penis and balls, whilst Mike’s much firmer hands quickly clasped manacles around my ankles. I gasped shakily as he pulled my legs as far apart as he could and pulled me as far down the bed as possible, really stretching me out and leaving me unable to move at all. I lay spread-eagled helplessly across the bed, willing myself to remain calm as my breath began to speed up, both in embarrassment and, yeah, excitement.
“Fuckin’ beautiful…” breathed Mike behind me, his eyes dancing over Bill’s naked, manacled body. I watched his thin chest rising and falling rapidly, the light of the room shining over his pale skin as the two of us unashamedly watched him, greatly enjoying seeing him like this.
“Yeah. We picked the best boy in the club this time,” I whispered throatily in reply, still staring down at Bill appreciatively. I fondly stroked his lower stomach, dragging my fingertips lightly down over his penis, making him shiver and shake his head wildly, his eyes tightly closed. We both shared a grin as he proved that, despite him hiding it as best as he could, he wasn’t fully able to repress how much of an effect we were having on him physically; his penis was hardening beneath my featherlike touch, and his hips were ever-so-slightly bucking up into my fingers. I chuckled again, giving him a quick squeeze and eliciting what was definitely a gagged squeal. It was followed by a reproachful stare from frowning green eyes as I spoke. “Oh, he’s enjoying himself, Mike…”
“He would, Tre, he’s a dirty little whore,” Mike pointed out in a reasonable tone, patting my shoulder. He walked to Billie, stroking his own hand over his smooth chest, making Billie whine. We saw him try his hardest to pull away, wrenching at the chains as hard as he could, before screeching as Mike’s long fingers suddenly twisted his left nipple viciously. His back arched and his eyes slammed shut in pain as Mike grinned sadistically, tweaking the poor brown nub even more tightly before releasing it and watching Billie whimper piteously.
Jesus fucking Christ! My fucking nipple! Oh, man, that fucking hurt! I whimpered in pain as Mike grinned down at me. Christ, they were really taking advantage of my good nature with this! I whined as Mike bent down to brush delicate kisses onto my trembling chest, almost making me relax, before clenching his teeth around my nipple. He gently ground his teeth over my flesh, making me try to pull away, moaning as pain ran through me.
Suddenly the duct tape across my lips was ripped away, making me howl loudly; immediately a hand was slammed down onto my face, covering my mouth. I stared up with wide eyes into Tre’s grinning face, wincing as Mike’s fingers began to attack my other nipple whilst his teeth remained biting my left. “Shh, there, little guy,” Tre cooed at me, his free hand sliding through my hair, tangling it up before gripping it, just tightly enough to make me cringe fearfully. My expression became one of almost terror as Tre produced the knife again; he walked away from me, releasing me, only to grasp my penis firmly and…oh my fucking god there was a fucking knife resting against my fucking penis.
Billie’s eyes were almost popping out of his head. He had stopped breathing, his gaze fixed with desperate, icy fear on my own; the only sound to escape him was a faint garbled squeak. I grinned as my hold on his flesh became tighter, making him groan pitifully.
“I’d stay quiet if I were you, little guy,” I soothed, my grin widening slowly all the time as Mike continued to torture Bill’s nipples relentlessly. “’Cuz…well, Mike and me, we’re gonna leave you alone for a little while now. But we’re gonna be listenin’ to you real closely…” I set down the knife and briefly crouched down; beneath the bed I had hidden a box of stuff we thought we might need, and brought two items from it now, showing the first to Bill. It was a baby monitor, which I flicked on. “This’ll let us hear if you make a sound.”
“And making a sound is something you do not want to do,” promised Mike, straightening up and joining me, smirking down at Billie as he panted quietly on the bed. “’Cause if we hear you…you can kiss your dick goodbye.” We laughed as his eyes trembled closed, his face becoming even more pale, his expression one of absolute horror. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, slut!” Mike commanded, leaning forward to nip at Billie’s stomach with his fingers, forcing Billie to open his reddened eyes. “Good boy! Now then. We don’t want to make this too easy on you -”
“ -You’re a slut, you don’t deserve us to be nice to you,” I assured him earnestly, watching him shiver and sniff sadly.
“ -Right, so…” Mike took the other item from me, displaying it to Billie with a cold grin. Billie’s face fell, and he tried to wriggle again, shaking his head in despair. Mike raised an eyebrow in mock-surprise as Billie’s eyes pleaded with him silently. “Oh? Don’t you want me to use this?” he asked.
Shit. They expect me to stay silent with a fucking dildo rammed up my ass? No way! I can’t! Oh, I know it doesn’t really matter - like they’d really cut my dick off, though having a knife that close to it was not an experience I ever wanted to repeat - but I wanted to play along as much as possible, and I know I can’t possibly do this. Although maybe that was their plan…
I bit my lip desperately as Mike leaned down and put a hand between my legs, placing the dildo against the soft flesh of my ass. My eyes closed as he slowly wriggled the dildo against my entrance, and I tried to relax, wanting to feel as little pain in my completely unprepared state as possible. I felt Tre patting my thigh kindly as my breathing became forced, wincing as the dildo was carefully pushed inside me, stretching me painfully. Both men stepped back, watching me closely as I tried to grow used to feeling so sore and full , before exchanging glances. Mike nodded, and Tre pulled a small rectangle of plastic from his pocket; he pressed a button on it, and I gasped in shock as the dildo began to vibrate within me. I felt my stretched muscles clenching tightly around the pulsing device, stimulating me far too much for my liking. A repressed moan purred in my throat as Tre placed the baby monitor beside the bed, winking cheekily at my discomfort.
“Remember - just one sound, and I’ll let Tre play with his knife…” Mike warned me as I gazed wretchedly with half-open eyes at him, feeling blood spill into my mouth as my still-biting teeth cut into my lip. They both giggled, then left the room, leaving me alone.
“It’s not just me, is it - he does look fucking gorgeous when he’s all pathetic and miserable, right?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Think he’ll do it?”
“Could you do it?”
“…Not a fucking chance.”
I don’t know if you’ve ever been left naked, alone, with a vibrating dildo up your ass and the strict instructions not to make a sound, but let me tell you this - there’s no fucking chance that anyone could do it! I lay there for what felt like hours, growing more and more aroused as the vibrator massaged me, my dick becoming so erect that the lack of release was almost painful. I tried my best, honest I did, and I know I managed to be much more quiet than I normally am during the run-up to sex…but, despite me continually chewing on my now-ragged lips, I know I wasn’t quiet enough for them.
To be fair to me, it was all their fault! This whole thing would have been hard enough anyway, without them speeding the fucking vibrating up when I least expected it!
We went downstairs and grabbed a couple of beers. We were only going to leave him for half an hour - “I have a feeling that’ll be long enough for him,” Mike had remarked. So we were sitting in my living room, each sipping from a bottle, lost in our own thoughts of everything we had already done.
“I think we’re really gonna hafta give him a special treat or two after this,” I said, glancing at Mike and smiling as he visibly jumped out of whatever exciting daydream he’d been cultivating. He seemed to replay what I had said in his head, then smiled and nodded.
“Yeah. It was absolutely wonderful of him to let us do this,” he agreed, laughingly clinking his bottle against mine in celebration. I flicked the baby monitor resting in my lap on, pressing my finger to my lips. We immediately heard his breathing in our silence; short, shallow breaths, easily showing us how turned on he was. We heard the clink of chains followed by a short gasp, and both had to muffle our laughter - clearly shifting position had only made it worse for him.
“You think I should…?” I whispered softly, gesturing toward the ceiling with the vibrator remote; I don’t think Billie had spotted it, but the dildo had three different settings. Currently he was on ‘slow.’ Mike giggled, and nodded enthusiastically, taking a huge gulp from his bottle. I grinned wickedly, and pushed the switch on the small remote to ‘medium.’
We were instantly rewarded with a shocked whine from the baby monitor, followed by a badly-repressed groan. We didn’t bother stifling our laughter that time, both deciding to rub it in to him a little. I let around ten minutes pass, both of us drinking in silence and relishing the occasional gasping whimper from through the baby monitor, before pushing the switch up to ‘fast.’ The noise he produced this time was a mixture of a surprised gasp, a small, desperate sob and a moan of desire. The two of us giggled, both enjoying this very, very much. Mike reached over and switched off the monitor, waggling his eyebrows at me.
“Right. We’ll give him another ten minutes, and then…the fun begins!”
Where the fuck were those fuckers?! How long had they left me here like this? Far too long, I thought, as the humming device made me pant desperately in need, my eyes closed tightly. I could feel sweat running all over me, soaking into my hair as the entirety of my body appeared to be on fire with frantic desire.
Suddenly the door swung open, and in they strolled, as casually as if they were taking a relaxing walk in the park. My head lolled towards them, my hair sticking to my forehead as my eyes pleadingly gazed into theirs. “How you doin’?” Mike asked indifferently, before reaching down to give the base of the dildo a gentle push, forcing it further within me. Something almost sounding like a sob escaped me, before I gasped as I felt Mike pull the dildo from me. He carefully cast it aside, before tutting down at me as I tried to control my laboured breathing. “You have no stamina, do you? Little slut. Enjoying yourself when you should be begging for mercy.”
“We heard you,” Tre stated solemnly, his eyes wide and serious, before lighting up wickedly. He stroked my shivering stomach lightly, and I whimpered. “You gots to be punished…” he sang in a bright voice.
“N-no,” I gasped, deciding I had been silent long enough. “Please…please…I c-couldn’t help it…”
“‘Cause you’re a slut,” Mike said blankly, yawning as if bored. “We’ll be doing you a favour when we teach you to be a nice little guy!”
“No, no I’m not, I’m not, really!” I whined pitifully. “I…y-you don’t need to…need to…” I trailed off as both Mike and Tre let their fingers drift to my crotch, caressing my overheated skin with the faintest of touches, only to pull away as I quickly thrusted up.
We grinned at each other; looked like Billie Joe really was desperate…good.
It was when I saw their smug grins that something within me snapped. This had gone on for far too long. I needed them now!
“Okay, okay,” I yelled, still panting furiously. “Okay, I’m a slut! I’m a dirty little fucking whore! And I need to be taught a lesson! So for God’s sake will you just fucking fuck me!”
Oh…we paused, hesitantly. This was…unexpected. Billie glared steadily back at us, panting feverishly as all traces of his victim demeanour disappeared, a dark scowl on his face as we froze. I guess we didn’t know how good we’d been at this, eh? I exchanged a glance with Mike, not quite knowing how to react.
Trust Mike to know just what to do, though!
“I think I need to shut you up, slut,” Mike commented conversationally, a sharp gleam in those intense eyes of his. He wandered over to me, bending over slightly to keep his eyes fixed on mine, before kicking off his boots with a loud, somehow threatening clatter. His socks came next, and then…my eyes lit up; his hands strayed to his belt buckle. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he removed his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy clunk. Then his fingers were delicately prising open the button on his Dickies…pulling down the zip…and letting the material pool around his ankles. Tre and I stared appreciatively. God, Mike naked from the waist down…some things are just so fuckin’ hot, no words can adequately describe them. He climbed up onto the bed, his strong, thin legs settling either side of my chest. His long fingers reached down to entwine themselves in my hair, pulling my head up, before letting go and gripping the steel headboard. He leaned forward and, not giving me a chance to protest - as if I would! - slipped his dick into my mouth.
“Suck me. You do a good enough job, maybe we won’t hurt you afterwards,” he ordered, quite unnecessarily; my mouth was already lightly sucking at his shaft, drawing him further into me eagerly, my tongue massaging his flesh. He groaned appreciatively as my head slowly slid up his length until my nose met hair, before softly dragging my teeth back down his skin until I reached the head. I grinned to myself and paused as I felt him shiver in pleasure, his head hanging forward with his eyes closed as he gasped. “D-Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Christ…Billie Joe, naked and restrained, blowing a semi-naked Mike…it was like all my Christmases had come at once! I hurriedly undressed myself with trembling fingers, irritably casting aside my pants as I struggled to undo the knot on my tie - I’d tied it too tightly again, idiot that I am. Finally though, it was off, and I threw off the rest of my clothing, not caring where it landed in my hurry.
I watched them silently for a second or two, my hand seemingly of its own accord wrapping around my cock, stroking my soft flesh as if I weren’t already hard from just watching them. Then I heard Mike pant in desire, and couldn’t take it any more; I crawled onto the bed as quietly as possible, glad Billie was distracted. I firmly grasped his hips, raising him slightly into a better position, before sliding into him without hesitation. The surprised mewl that escaped him as I thrust into him brought a half-gasp of laughter from me; the dildo hadn’t actually been that big, and Billie was tighter than normal due to our lack of preparing him. And damn, but he felt good, clenching himself around my dick as he arched up onto me wantonly, pushing as far onto my manhood as he could reach.
Ohh…I felt Mike push further into my mouth as I whined when Tre entered me unexpectedly, my throat tickling him wonderfully. Damn…it felt so tight, so…amazing, having Tre and Mike within me at the same time. I chuckled as I decided that, if there had been any way for them to teach me not to be a slut, this was not it! No, I could do this over, and over, and over…
My hands gripped Mike’s shoulder’s tightly as I leaned forwards, driving myself even further into Billie, feeling him stretch and whimper happily. I pulled back, then thrust forward again, hard, knowing that tonight couldn’t be about taking things slowly.
Oh, God…Tre pounded into me again and again as Mike thrust into my mouth, moaning constantly now as he buried himself in my throat. I could feel Tre’s lean stomach brushing against my dick repeatedly as he ground forwards, making me try to garble something incomprehensible about how desperate I was, how much I needed release. I gasped loudly, my eyes closing in ecstasy as he somehow seemed to understand, and wrapped a large hand around me, squeezing me gently and stroking me.
Our pace seemed to become more frantic as I pulled at Billie, all three of us driving each other on to be faster, harder, more desperate in our actions.
Suddenly Mike’s groans had become almost a wail of pure delight, every muscle in his body seeming to tense as I felt his cum spilling down my throat. All I could do was swallow and concentrate on Tre moving within me, panting faster and faster as I felt my own high rushing quickly towards me.
Mike collapsed backwards, leaning against my chest tiredly, pulling himself from Billie’s mouth as he gasped breathlessly. Billie immediately cried, “G-God, Tre!” and only a second had passed before he was arching himself impossibly higher, thrusting himself up into my palm as I felt him cum, moaning loudly in a rush of escaping pent-up pleasure. Hearing him letting himself go only made my bliss circle higher and I could only thrust two or three more times into him before I too came, resting my forehead atop Mike’s sexily-dishevelled hair as I panted.
They sat atop me for a few minutes, all of us gathering our breath and trying to stop our hearts feeling as if they would break through our chests after the breathtaking rush we had experienced. Eventually, though, Tre planted a soft, loving kiss on Mike’s hair and gently pushed him forwards, pulling out of me and joining him in snuggling close either side of me. A hand snuggled beneath my back, another rested on my stomach, stroking me gently. Mike nuzzled against my neck as Tre brushed a kiss onto my forehead, smoothing my hair back gently.
“Thanks, Bill.”
“That was…so…” I laughed at Mike’s dazed expression.
“I know,” I agreed, laughing softly, turning to kiss his head tenderly. I paused thoughtfully, feeling Mike’s breathing slow and the stroking of Tre’s fingers become almost hypnotically relaxing. “Though…”
“Yeah?” Tre asked, sitting up slightly, his eyes looking worried. I laughed, and grinned at him, the glint in my eyes no doubt already suggesting the revenge I was going to make sure to exact from them both.
“Next time, one of you is playing Mr Victim.”
Title: Mr Victim
Pairing: Billie/Mike/Tre
Rating: R, I think...
Disclaimer: This I imagine is more not true than most other things I've written, if you follow. So yeah. Tis the product of a fevered, stressed, possibly disturbed mind. But hey, at least it's technically not rape any more! Warning: quite dark themes, bad language, probably horribly-written sex and NEARLY TEN THOUSAND WORDS MY GOD.
Dedication: To everyone who helped me on this, and who threatened/cajoled me alternately, and listened to me whine - and thus, especially Shaina. :)
We sat in the car, Mike drumming his fingers against the steering wheel in repressed excitement, me jiggling energetically in my seat. If we listened carefully, we could hear him kicking the car’s trunk as he lay within, blind, dumb and helpless yet still trying to rebel. I guess at least it showed how determined a man he is.
“You ready for this?” Mike asked me suddenly, turning his baby-blues on me. I smiled, feeling a huge bubble of anticipative joy rising in my chest, buoying me up.
“Hell yeah. I still can’t believe he was up for this though!” I exclaimed, before hushing myself self-consciously. Didn’t want to alert anyone in the street to our goings-on, after all. That was asking for short-term scandal and long-term embarrassment.
“Hey, I didn’t think he would be either, but he’s…I dunno…special,” smiled Mike, glancing back towards the trunk fondly. Turning back to me, he unbuckled his seatbelt and gave me a stern gaze. “Right. Remember. We’re evil. I’m dominant, you’re weird and creepy as fuck. We don’t know him, we’ve never seen him before tonight, we don’t know his name. He’ll be acting scared, don’t worry about it unless he gives the signal. Remember the signal?”
“He’ll raise his eyebrows three times,” I replied promptly. “Mike, man, relax. It’ll all be great, don’t worry.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know,” he grinned, reaching for the door handle. “This is gonna be fucking good! You ready?”
“I’ve been ready all my life, man.” Maybe that was slightly exaggerated; nevertheless excitement had been building since Billie and Mike agreed that maybe it’d be fun to experiment with a little role play around a week ago. We had planned the basic situation through the week, without telling Billie; he had agreed that, as the ‘victim’ in this little game, he shouldn’t really have any say in the workings of it. All we had let him know was that he should be at a certain club at 9pm that night, then let the game start when he turned up, looking curious and expectant. And fucking gorgeous too, but there’s nothing new about that.
“Let’s go,” he nodded decisively, sharing a quick excited grin with me before we got out into the street, shivering in the cold, late-night air. He glanced around, seeming slightly nervous. “Anyone around?"
"I think everyone's in bed..." I replied, also scouring the street for any hidden people - or, worse yet, press. Mike grinned, this time a much steelier look in his eye, and I felt a warm tingle low in my stomach.
"Good."
I stiffened as cool air flew over me. Judging from the breeze blowing the heated air away and the sudden sensation of space, the trunk of the car had been opened. The silence of the scene suggested the hour was late, very late. I squirmed in faked pathetic fear, pulling uselessly at the tight bonds restraining my hands and feet, trying not to smile through my gag. So far, the night had been…interesting, that’s for sure.
I had been sitting in my house at around seven pm, re-reading ‘Stupid White Men,’ and listening to some demos for Adeline, when my cell rang. I let it ring for a little while - hey, it was on vibrate, and it just happened to be in my front jean pocket…tingly! - before fishing it out and answering it, seeing that it was Tre on the other end. “Hey there.”
“You busy tonight?” I smiled; Tre always, always knows what I’m up to. ‘You busy tonight?’ is Tre-speak for ‘I wanna fuck you tonight, you up for it?’
“You know I’m not, dude. ‘Sup?” His next words made my eyebrow raise curiously.
“Right. Nine o clock. Coco’s bar. You’ll be there.” This was unusual; Tre was normally really laid-back about things like this. Why was he suddenly ordering me around like I’m his bitch? …oh…I stifled a laugh, remembering last week’s role-play-possibility conversation.
“Will I?” I asked innocently, curling my legs up onto the couch comfortably. I felt a weird, not unpleasant shiver run through me with his next words, spoken calmly and with great certainty.
“Yeah. You will. Bye.”
Well, far be it for me to ruin the fun of my two best-friends-and-fuckbuddies. They wanna get their rocks off by pretending to kidnap me, well, call me Mr Victim. So I had dressed myself up in my finest clothes, made sure I was looking sexy as hell, and made my way to the bar, only half an hour late.
I hadn’t seen Mike or Tre straight away - I was assuming they would ‘hunt me down’ or whatever they were planning on, so I decided I may as well enjoy myself in the meantime. Grinning to myself at the admittedly quite excited state I found myself in with the anticipation of the night ahead, I had got myself a drink and gone wandering around the club. After a few more drinks I had ended up on the dancefloor, figuring that making sure I could be seen was a pretty good idea for whatever they had in mind. After all, if they couldn’t find me, they couldn’t snatch me, could they?
And it was there I had seen them, dancing closely together. More than closely; they were practically fucking fucking! Their hands were all over each other, their eyes flashing in desire as their bodies writhed together as if joined at the crotch. Every single person on the dancefloor was watching them, clearly longing to be with them. I think I felt my jaw drop, but I’m pretty sure that only happens in cartoons; either way, it was fucking hot and I couldn’t wait to get my fair share of it.
Then the song had ended, and they had kissed each other passionately before breaking apart. The audience, being drunk and all quite definitely turned on by this display, had cheered and whistled their approval, some people even breaking into appreciative applause, which both Tre and Mike had revelled in, bowing and blowing kisses at the mass of people. Mike had been completely taken up with putting on a show for their audience, but Tre had seemed more distracted, his eyes scanning the crowd, flicking from person to person. The taller man in front of me had staggered to the left slightly, clearly slightly worse for the wear, and I had come into Tre‘s line of vision. He had grinned instantly, and thrown me an extremely lewd smirk as he took in my appearance, before nudging Mike. Mike followed his line of sight and, on spotting me, had smiled and begun eying me up in a really obvious way, his gaze travelling up and down my body and face, practically feeling me up as it went. Mike’s dirty looks have an embarrassing effect on me; I blushed like a schoolgirl and offered him a shy smile, then walked away, deciding to make him chase me if he wanted me.
Of course, he had followed me, forcing his way through the dancing, drunken crowd to tap me on the shoulder. He had apologised for embarrassing me, and told me with a cheekily attractive smile that he had been entranced by my beauty, making me smile at the sheer cheesiness. He had offered to buy me a drink as Tre had bounced over, asking if I'd enjoyed their dance, if I would like to come and dance with him now. He hadn't let me refuse, grabbing my hand and dragging me enthusiastically back to the dancefloor. He had encouraged me to dance, with me at first being reluctant and embarrassed, but slowly becoming more confident as the crowd began to cheer us on. Mike had returned with what I'm guessing was a triple vodka, both of them encouraging me to drink it as Tre and I slinked around the dancefloor together. We had danced for what seemed hours, with Mike plying me with more and more drinks, eventually joining us on the dancefloor as it became obvious I needed a hell of a lot of support just to stay upright. I honestly don’t know why they felt the need to get me drunk - after all, I had already agreed to do whatever they wanted. But I guess they knew that a sober me would not be too happy about taking a ride in a car trunk whilst bound and gagged. Fuckers.
Anyway. Eventually they had shared a knowing look and both took hold of my hands, walking me off the dancefloor and from the club. Tre had produced a bottle of water from one of his deep pockets and made me drink it; I reckon he thought maybe I was a little too drunk for their purposes. Funnily enough, I’m usually at my best when I’m not unconscious on the bedroom floor, snoring away and dead to the world. So they had taken me for a walk to clear my head, eventually guiding me to a bench, sitting me down as I swayed dizzily. Mike had knelt in front of me, holding my hands in his, and told me in a caring tone that he thought I needed to go home, and could I find my way from here? I suppose this was where the role-play really kicked in; after looking up and down the streets, I meekly informed them that I was utterly lost, playing the part of vulnerable victim quite well, I thought. Tre had then snuggled close beside me, placing an arm around my shoulders and letting me lean against his chest.
"Y'know," he had said, smiling in a way that had turned me on completely, his expression seeming both cute and incredibly sexy, his tone highly suggestive. "Mike and I don't live too far away from here..."
"That's true," Mike had agreed, beginning to stroke his fingers over the back of my hands and beaming up into my face as my breathing quickened. "If you need a bed for the night, Tre and I could help you out..."
"Yeah, we have a biiiiiiiiiiiig bed," Tre had murmured, before kissing the back of my neck softly. Mike had slid his hands into my lap, stroking my thighs, brushing my stirring penis repeatedly as I moaned. "Room enough for three people, I should think."
"Plenty," grinned Mike, leaning up to kiss me beautifully, massaging my lips with his own. Tre had continued to kiss my neck, his tongue expertly tickling me beneath my cheekbones, making me shiver deliciously. His fingers began to massage my stomach and sides as I pretended to consider their suggestion, really just basking in their combined attention. Eventually, Mike pulled away, producing a muted, longing moan from me.
"Interested?" he asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously, his hands continuing to stroke my genitals. "'Cause your dick sure says that you are..."
"I...I..." I mock-stammered, before smiling decisively back at him. "Yeah. I'd love to spend the night with you two."
I reckon all three of us were laughing inside at the idea that I might have refused. They had helped me to my feet, walking me along the road, all over me until we had reached a black car; Tre‘s, no doubt planted here earlier. Well, I guess the extent of their planning ahead was pretty damn impressive! Tre had pulled me to one side as Mike opened the trunk of the car, kissing me even more passionately and doing a damn fine job of distracting me from whatever Mike was doing. I had been lost in his kisses when my hands had been gently clasped together behind my back by Mike, making me smile until I heard a ripping noise and felt something being wrapped around them. I asked what was going on, and was told it was just “a little light bondage.” I had laughingly told them that I'd rather not do anything particularly kinky, and asked Mike to untie me, pretending to think it was a joke. Well, they had certainly laughed, but Mike had continued wrapping the tape around my wrists.
Me being me, I wasn’t going to let them have it all their own way, and I had tried to struggle free from Tre’s tight embrace, pulling away from his chest, but Mike’s hands on my shoulders had kept me unable to break away. My mouth had opened to scream, but Tre had smothered it with his lips, giggling into my mouth as I struggled to escape from his kiss. Mike had reached in front of me, quickly spreading a strip of tape over my lips as Tre pulled away, laughing at my confused and fearful expression. Tre’s strong hands had grasped me around the waist, lifting me into the open trunk as I thrashed about violently, trying to get away, not acting any more; I really did not want to be left in the trunk whilst they joyrode their way around town, trying to irritate me. But Tre had restrained my legs, letting Mike tape them together, and they had forcefully pushed me onto my side, making me curl up so I fit into the small space. A blindfold had been added only when Tre whined, "But I like it better when they can't see!" making me shudder; he had sounded more than a little disturbed, and I had a feeling I was going to be thinking that more and more tonight. The trunk had been slammed, silence had surrounded me, and I had been driven to what was probably Tre’s house. I could feel their eyes on me now, and wriggled all the more, wanting to give them a good show.
We both gazed down at his fruitlessly struggling body, both of us enjoying the sight of him in such a situation, looking so pathetic and yet so…oddly cute. Maybe because he was quite obviously putting this all on for us, which was touching, in its own disturbed sort of way. Sharing another nod, our hands clutched at him; I grabbed him under the shoulders whilst Mike pulled his legs from the confined space. We rested him briefly on his unsteady feet and I let Mike support him, leaving them to carefully close the trunk, making sure not to slam it. I watched, swallowing down laughter, as Mike kindly steadied his reeling body, the mix of alcohol, suddenly being stood upright and the heat he had no doubt experienced during his long journey in the trunk making him light-headed. "Trying to get away?" whispered Mike in a cruelly-mocking tone after a particularly violent lurch of Billie’s, his lips brushing against Bill’s ear. Billie blindly jerked his head away as I laughed softly, nervously eying up the street for people and indicating silently to Mike that we should get him indoors before any humiliating explanations became necessary.
"Why don't you try to scream for help?" Mike continued, nodding to me as I stroked the tape covering Billie’s lips before once again grabbing his shoulders. Mike went ahead with my keys to open the door as I hoisted Billie over my shoulder easily, making a mental note to tell him to get something to eat now and again - that boy is just too thin nowadays! I felt him struggle against my back, his legs kicking, his arms trying to free themselves as they rested behind him, trying desperately to shout. He could manage only muffled grunts, which were drowned by the quiet laughter of Mike and myself. Our fake, derisive laughter increased in volume as Mike shut the door behind me, locking it.
I was dumped heavily onto a carpeted floor, my enthusiastic attempts to cry for help being quashed as the breath was knocked from me. I strained to breath through my nose and lay curled up gasping on the floor, hearing Mike and Tre circle me predatorily. "I can't believe how easy this was..." breathed Tre, an almost reverential tone to his voice as I felt him kneel beside my back. I tried to shuffle away from him, my head shaking in trembly defiance, before I felt a foot nudge me in the ribs.
"Stay, boy," Mike commanded in a darkly-joking voice as Tre giggled. "To think you'd make it so easy for us," he commented, fingers resting beneath my chin as he spoke, firmly guiding my blinded head up. A rough hand began to stroke my hair as I whimpered and tried to pull away. "Letting us buy you all those drinks...dancing with us like a little whore...telling us you'd love a threesome..."
"'I'd love to spend the night with you two!'" trilled Tre in what I assumed to be a rather shit imitation of my earlier misguided words as his hands roved over my back, making me shiver violently; but in desire, rather than disgust. Acting as if I were repulsed by them was going to be damn hard, I could already tell. "Such a slut!"
"The second we saw you, we knew you were perfect for us. You can always tell the dirty whores from the nice little boys," agreed Mike, stroking my hair with false tenderness as I shook my head sightlessly, trying to deny my proclaimed sluttiness. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you!"
I chuckled to myself as Billie shivered, knowing that he was being turned on by my stroking. To be honest, I had been more than a little scared that he wouldn’t find this particularly erotic - especially after his unexpected ride in the trunk, which I was pretty sure we’d be hearing all about when this was over. But it looked like Billie was enjoying this as much as we were - dirty boy!
Mike grinned at me, then suddenly ripped the blindfold from his eyes, drawing forth a gagged howl of pain as the tape wrenched at his skin. His green eyes were revealed again, blinking up at Mike, a slightly accusative look to them; I guessed that inside his head he was berating him for ripping the tape off. He soon made sure to hide this, though, replacing his irritation with a fearful, wide-eyed stare up at Mike from his almost foetal position on the floor. If you ignored the sexy glint in his eyes, you could almost believe he was truly scared.
I rose from behind him, plastering a creepily cheery smile on my face as Mike towered over him, idly fingering the duct tape he had just snatched from Bill‘s eyes. "Hey there!" I giggled, waggling my fingers at him in a cute little wave as I joined Mike in staring down at him fixedly. Mike remained silent, only a strange smile to show his mood as I lowered my eyes, trying to seem sly and dangerous. "Know what? You're cute when you're afraid." My smile grew as Billie’s eyes widened with my words, and I watched him try to shuffle away from me and my creepiness.
"Now Tre," commented Mike in a stern tone, "Don't make fun of him, you'll only sap his self-esteem. He's probably always cute." A sinister grin spread across his face. "The terror makes him...beautiful." I had to suppress a groan at that point; Mike, sounding so…fucking…evil…man. This really was going to be good!
They stared at me silently, greedily savouring the sight of me helpless before them. I’d never seen them look at me like this before - so…predatory, and greedy -and I was surprised to feel a little dirtied by their hungry expressions. I really hadn’t thought they’d be able to affect me…I guess they were better actors than I’d given them credit for! Might as well play along; I moaned miserably in self-pity, making my eyes flick between theirs, Mike’s a piercing bright blue, Tre’s deeper, trying to seem as if I were silently pleading with them. As if I were begging them desperately to let me go. To not hurt me.
Eventually, just as I’d decided to really go for it and let tears begin to fill my eyes, Tre glanced at Mike. "I'll get a knife." He paused as a muted screech of fear tried to escape my gagged mouth, smiling even more widely as the tears spilled down onto my cheeks, before striding purposefully away.
"Sexy outfit," offered Mike casually, settling himself cross-legged in front of me as my head once more began to shake, this time frenziedly imploring them not to hurt me as thoughts of knives flooded into my mind. Why the fuck was he getting a knife? Jesus…they wouldn’t…no, they wouldn’t actually hurt me! …Right? I mean, how realistic were they wanting to go here…I cursed at myself for letting them not tell me what they were going to do to me beforehand. Sure, it had sounded like it would make the whole thing a lot more interesting, but now here we were and they were throwing fucking knives into the picture…I debated giving them the signal, at least just so I could find out what the hell they were going to do, but managed to calm myself a little with the thought that I knew they wouldn’t hurt me. They valued me too much. I know that. It’s just…really, really hard to believe that when you’re lying helplessly in front of them and they’re acting so realistically goddamn evil…
Mike fingered the ruffles of my sweat-soaked red shirt, smiling eerily. "I said when we saw you in the club that I thought you had nice clothes on. You looked good in them." The smile suddenly became a crazed grin that made the little pit of worry in my stomach stir and begin to become a yawning gulf. “I bet you’ll look even better out of them…” I moaned pitifully; Christ, he was just too good at this! Tre returned, brandishing - to my growing horror - a kitchen knife. He knelt beside Mike, both of them kneeling over me, the two of them sharing a loving smile which actually made me feel a little…sick. It’s only a game, it’s only a game…
"You going first, Mike?" I asked gently, offering the knife to the blonde man, whose face lit up in a perverse delight.
"Hell yeah!" He excitedly grabbed the knife, drawing what was almost an entreating shriek from Billie; we both watched him shiver helplessly on the floor, seeing real panic in his eyes. We paused for a second or two, swapping concerned glances - were we going too far? - but, not seeing the signal come from him, Mike pressed the flat edge of the knife to his pale neck.
I froze, my eyes reflexively squeezing tightly shut as Mike held the knife to my neck, its blade cool against my feverish skin. A whimper was forced from me as the flat side was dragged slowly across my throat, feeling it pressing smoothly against my perspiring flesh. They wouldn’t hurt me, they wouldn’t, they wouldn’t…
A sudden ripping noise and a joyful laugh made my eyes fly open in shock. The knife had been dragged down through the material of my shirt, ripping the thin cloth from my neck to stomach. The blade hadn’t even touched my skin as it cut through the material like butter; I tried to hide a relieved, shaky sigh as strong hands reached down to roll me over, resting me face down on the carpet, and the knife was pulled through the material of each short sleeve. I felt calloused fingers graze my skin as the tattered fragments of my shirt were snatched from my body, laughing slightly to myself as I realised that, after all that, I was still managing to feel a little angry at the destruction of one of my favourite shirts.
I was roughly dragged onto my back, being rested uncomfortably on my tied hands by Mike as Tre removed my shoes and socks, tossing them carelessly into the corner of the room.
“You wanna do his pants?”
“If you don’t mind,” Tre replied, leering down at me and ghosting his fingers over my stomach as I gazed up at him, still feeling pretty damn relieved. I could see in his eyes that he was grateful that I had trusted them enough not to stop them…as well as being able to see a certain amount of lust at the sight of me lying shirtless and bound before him. Kinky bitch that he is.
Mike handed him the knife, and Tre took it to my tight trousers, forcing the sharp blade through the thick material as I continued to cry and whimper pleadingly, having to pretend again now. Tre stroked my upper thigh as the last of the black cloth was pulled from me, a blankly fixated, dreamy smile on his face. I lay trembling pitifully in only my underwear - trembling mainly through being fucking cold; couldn‘t they have done this to me someplace warm? - duct tape wrapped firmly around my wrists and ankles whilst tears trickled down my cheeks.
"Christ, he's wearing underwear," said Mike, in some surprise. "I guess I owe you five dollars Tre. I honestly thought the little slut would be going commando." We both laughed as Billie fleetingly scowled up at us, apparently not appreciating our repeated references to him being…morally lenient. I took in his body, my eyes dancing over his form.
"Look at him," I sighed, my fingers returning to tickling his stomach. "You were right, he's beautiful...his skin is so soft! Feel him..." I grabbed at Mike’s hand, and smoothed his hard, calloused fingers over Billie’s right shoulder and down his chest, stroking the slight trail of hair leading down from his stomach until we reached the waistband of his boxer shorts. His eyes closed wretchedly as we smiled at each other, feeling him trembling all over and hearing the slight guttural groan deep in his throat as he enjoyed our light touch. I decided to try and creep Billie out a little more, and grinned up at Mike. "And his tummy is thin, not like the last guy...remember, Mike?"
"I remember," he nodded, grinning and playing along. "That guy was so fat, it was disgusting. This one is gorgeous," he smiled as I flicked my eyes down to examine Billie’s face; he looked confused, his eyes widening quite adorably. Mike noticed too, and trailed a thin finger down Billie’s rounded cheek, tracing the pattern of his running eyeliner. "His eyes are absolutely lovely. Especially with his tears making his make-up run like that. Nancyboy that he is." We both saw him swallow nervously, trying to shift away from Mike, freezing when Mike’s hand shot out to grab him by the hair and force him to stay put.
"He's really pretty," I sighed again, truthfully - Billie is easily the girliest man I know - making sure that a slightly demented smile arrived on my lips as I studied his face dreamily, not making eye contact with him. "I mean, I thought he was nice before, but now..." I trailed off, making Mike nudge me gently.
"Oh? Is he better looking than me, then?" Mike asked me, raising a thin eyebrow questioningly as he tried to hide a smirk. I shook my head vehemently, spinning to plant a passionate kiss on his smiling lips.
“You’re the sexiest guy I know,” I assured him softly, suppressing a wince as I thought of how Billie would definitely be pouting about that one later.
"Same goes for you,” Mike returned, leaning in to share another kiss as Billie gave us an odd look, composed both of glared irritation and longing lust. "But now," Mike stated dynamically, rising to his feet and gazing appraisingly down at Bill, who jumped, hesitantly looking up at him. "Time to get him upstairs, I think!"
I had thought I would be carried again, but I was wrong. My hands were grabbed by their tied wrists and I was dragged backwards out of the room and up a flight of stairs by Tre. Mike leapt up the stairs after me, laughing as I yelped with each painful bump my head, ass and feet received. Tre turned left when he reached the landing, with Mike overtaking him. He reached into a pocket of his black jacket and withdrew a small key. Slipping it into a lock on a sturdy door, he threw me a wicked smile that made me shiver and pretend to struggle even more forcefully as he turned it and pushed open the door. "Welcome to your new home!" he announced as Tre dragged me inside and dropped me to the floor. "Not that you'll be here too long..." he continued, grinning at Tre, whose face fell as I faked a fearful sob, despite mentally laughing at the accuracy of Mike’s statement.
"Aw, Mike!" Tre whined, crouching beside me. I froze as he pulled my head into his lap, stroking my hair tenderly with gentle fingers. "But he's the cutest guy we've ever found! I want to keep him for years and years!"
"Now, Tre," tutted Mike, walking purposefully over to the large bed which squatted in the centre of the room, dominating it. He began to fiddle with something I couldn’t quite make out attached to a robust bedpost as he answered. "I know he's the best-looking guy we've been able to get so far. But...Tre, it's not as if he's going to stay that way, is it?"
"I guess not..." Tre replied reluctantly as I pretended to whine pitifully, subtly tipping my head back slightly to take full advantage of Tre‘s playing with my hair. "But...can we...can we keep him for a long time, then?" he asked in a sugary tone, carefully brushing some now-liquid eyeliner from my face as I shivered at his touch. I saw Mike grin, revealing his white teeth in a distinctly predatory manner.
“Tre, we’ll keep him for as long as you like, baby. You can do whatever you like with him, okay?”
“Okay!” he sang in reply, making me shudder violently, feeling a little creeped out at them talking like I wasn’t even a person. Tre planted a happy kiss on my forehead, reassuring me slightly as I felt him smile against my skin, before scrambling to his feet. My head thumped back onto the floor, making me whimper, before the two of them grabbed my hands and feet.
We lifted his frantically struggling body onto the bed, resting him on only a clean sheet and stretching him out full length, both clearly eying up his taut form; his eyes glowed warmly as he realised and began to wriggle in a distinctly more sexual way, making the two of us groan softly. Mike cleared his throat and tried unsuccessfully to stop his voice cracking as he spoke. "Tre, gimme the knife and hold him down, please," he ordered mildly, smiling as I nodded eagerly and produced the knife from my jacket pocket.
I handed it over, then firmly planted my large hands on his thin shoulders, easily pressing him down into the stiff mattress as I grinned into his face wickedly. Mike then sliced apart the duct tape around his wrists, gripping his instantly-struggling hands together as he tore the tape from his skin, making him wince. Frowning in concentration, he walked to the head of the bed, releasing Bill’s left hand as he picked up another of our special surprises for Billie Joe and brandished it above his upturned face.
Oh, God, what the fuck was this? Manacles? What the fuck? Where had they gotten those from?!
We had, in the course of our ‘preparations’ for this little game, scoured the contents of several very specialist shops until we had found precisely what we wanted; steel manacles, glinting dully in the fluorescent light of the room as Mike displayed one to Billie with his thin lips twisted into a devilish smile. He rattled the chunky chain that kept it attached to the bedstead as Billie stared at it in slight horror and disbelief, before pulling his left hand closer, getting ready to snick his wrist in the tight steel embrace.
Fucking manacles? Jesus, they had really worked hard to make this realistic! I stared at the chain, feeling actual fear building up in my stomach again; trapped in these, I really would be completely helpless…I thought fast. If I were really and truly in this situation, how would I react to this?
I winced as Billie’s right hand smacked me heavily across the face, showing that despite his small stature Billie could still pack a hard fucking punch when he needed to. I shook my head, more surprised than truly hurt, as Bill tried to push himself hurriedly up from the bed with his free hand.
Surprising even myself, instead of backing away, or complaining, or even hitting him back, I merely laughed aloud, wiping my fingers across my bloodied lips and staring at them curiously as Mike pulled Billie back down onto the bed with his left arm, sharply snapping the manacle tightly around his twisting wrist. He moaned desperately, clearly pretending to be broken at the loss of his only chance of escape, but I saw concern on his face and apology in his eyes - apparently he hadn’t meant to make me bleed.
"Look!" I said, a tone of weird delight in my voice - I guess this was a chance to really play the ‘insane creepy’ guy, after all. I showed his blood-spattered fingertips to Mike, who scowled angrily down at Billie, making him draw away slightly. "He made me bleed!" I smiled fondly down at Bill, blood spreading slowly across my lips and teeth, before deciding to lean close and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. He blinked up at me in confusion.
"He'll pay for it," Mike promised, his expression cold, his eyes glinting as they bore into Billie‘s apologetic green eyes. "You can make him bleed," he declared softly, drawing a moan from our restrained friend.
"Look!" I said again, pointing down at his fearful face proudly as Mike wrenched Bill’s right hand back to be encased in the steel grip of another manacle, leaving his arms pulled inescapably tightly back to the corners of the bed, making him wince and whimper pitifully. "You can see where I kissed him!" I exclaimed, pointing to the outline of my lips in my blood printed onto Bill’s cheek, before sighing longingly as I took in his tightly stretched, sexy-as-hell upper body. I heard a similar soft sigh from Mike, and the both of us blushed as Billie raised an eyebrow in amusement, the warmth in his eyes suggesting he was laughing at our state. Mike coughed.
I laughed to myself at the state of the both of them, drooling over me like that, clearly falling out of their roles. Honestly, they‘ve just got no restraint! Mike coughed, and managed to drag his eyes away from my chest long enough to see where Tre had kissed me. "Lovely," he smiled, apparently in genuine affection at the blood print Tre had left on my face. "Want to help me do his legs?" he asked, fondly holding Tre's hand. Tre smiled brightly, nodding as Mike frowned then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed it caringly over the bruised lips.
"Thanks. Oh, can I take his boxers off?" asked Tre, a distinctly pleading whine in his voice; I felt my eyes widen, slightly disturbed. He clapped his hands together firmly in delight when Mike smiled and nodded indulgently, as if giving a child a real treat. Mike walked to the foot of the bed, closely followed by Tre, and cut the tape around my ankles. Still wanting to stay in my ‘terrified victim’ character, I instantly kicked out at both men, missing Tre as he laughed and skipped away but catching Mike on the chest with my heel. He gasped in pain, then growled viciously at me, and strode back around the bed to give me a ringing slap across the face, smearing Tre's blood further across my skin as I whimpered.
"Try it again," he threatened quietly, showing me the knife in a supposedly nonchalant movement. "I dare you." Our eyes locked together, mine actually terrified and beaten until he winked at me reassuringly, making me sigh in relief. Jesus Christ, this was getting me jumpy as hell! I scowled to myself, biting my tongue in pain when his hand slapped my reddened cheek again, making me yelp as he smirked smugly.
I frowned a little as Mike hit Billie; Billie had agreed that a little violence would be okay, but I hadn’t really wanted to get into that. I didn’t want to hurt him, after all. But I guess he seemed okay, so I just restored my suitably-insane expression and enthusiastically bounded to the end of the bed, eyeing up his underwear as I went. I knelt at the end of the bed, and reached out with grasping fingers, staring with a furiously fixed gaze at the snowy material of his underwear. I slipped my slightly-trembling fingertips beneath the elasticised waistband as Billie shivered, his eyes briefly fluttering closed. Mike had stepped back, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, a small smile on his face as he watched me; I saw Billie staring at him desperately, apparently trying to plead with him as Mike smiled coldly at him. His desperate gaze was snapped away from Mike when I spoke to him.
"I like your underwear," I murmured quietly, looking up at him and giving him a friendly smile, trying once more to freak him out. He stared back at me with wide eyes, apparently unable to understand what was going through my head. "They're a nice colour. I've got lots like them. But I don't wear them any more. Mike likes me not to wear any underwear." Mike snickered behind me, not even bothering to deny it; he really did like us not to wear underwear. It made everything so much more convenient, in his own words.
I grasped Billie’s underwear and pulled them down as his eyes closed, probably faking misery - quite badly, as I definitely felt him give a quick thrust up into my hand.
I couldn’t resist trying to get as close to Tre as possible as he fingered my underwear, driving myself up and feeling his skin through the cloth before he pushed me down with a bright laugh and muttered “dirty slut.” He pulled on my underwear, and I felt the material slide slowly over my trembling thighs, calves then finally my feet, leaving me naked, restrained and actually feeling quite humiliated on the bed. Hot tears once again squeezed from beneath my eyelids as Tre’s hand was curiously stroked over my penis and balls, whilst Mike’s much firmer hands quickly clasped manacles around my ankles. I gasped shakily as he pulled my legs as far apart as he could and pulled me as far down the bed as possible, really stretching me out and leaving me unable to move at all. I lay spread-eagled helplessly across the bed, willing myself to remain calm as my breath began to speed up, both in embarrassment and, yeah, excitement.
“Fuckin’ beautiful…” breathed Mike behind me, his eyes dancing over Bill’s naked, manacled body. I watched his thin chest rising and falling rapidly, the light of the room shining over his pale skin as the two of us unashamedly watched him, greatly enjoying seeing him like this.
“Yeah. We picked the best boy in the club this time,” I whispered throatily in reply, still staring down at Bill appreciatively. I fondly stroked his lower stomach, dragging my fingertips lightly down over his penis, making him shiver and shake his head wildly, his eyes tightly closed. We both shared a grin as he proved that, despite him hiding it as best as he could, he wasn’t fully able to repress how much of an effect we were having on him physically; his penis was hardening beneath my featherlike touch, and his hips were ever-so-slightly bucking up into my fingers. I chuckled again, giving him a quick squeeze and eliciting what was definitely a gagged squeal. It was followed by a reproachful stare from frowning green eyes as I spoke. “Oh, he’s enjoying himself, Mike…”
“He would, Tre, he’s a dirty little whore,” Mike pointed out in a reasonable tone, patting my shoulder. He walked to Billie, stroking his own hand over his smooth chest, making Billie whine. We saw him try his hardest to pull away, wrenching at the chains as hard as he could, before screeching as Mike’s long fingers suddenly twisted his left nipple viciously. His back arched and his eyes slammed shut in pain as Mike grinned sadistically, tweaking the poor brown nub even more tightly before releasing it and watching Billie whimper piteously.
Jesus fucking Christ! My fucking nipple! Oh, man, that fucking hurt! I whimpered in pain as Mike grinned down at me. Christ, they were really taking advantage of my good nature with this! I whined as Mike bent down to brush delicate kisses onto my trembling chest, almost making me relax, before clenching his teeth around my nipple. He gently ground his teeth over my flesh, making me try to pull away, moaning as pain ran through me.
Suddenly the duct tape across my lips was ripped away, making me howl loudly; immediately a hand was slammed down onto my face, covering my mouth. I stared up with wide eyes into Tre’s grinning face, wincing as Mike’s fingers began to attack my other nipple whilst his teeth remained biting my left. “Shh, there, little guy,” Tre cooed at me, his free hand sliding through my hair, tangling it up before gripping it, just tightly enough to make me cringe fearfully. My expression became one of almost terror as Tre produced the knife again; he walked away from me, releasing me, only to grasp my penis firmly and…oh my fucking god there was a fucking knife resting against my fucking penis.
Billie’s eyes were almost popping out of his head. He had stopped breathing, his gaze fixed with desperate, icy fear on my own; the only sound to escape him was a faint garbled squeak. I grinned as my hold on his flesh became tighter, making him groan pitifully.
“I’d stay quiet if I were you, little guy,” I soothed, my grin widening slowly all the time as Mike continued to torture Bill’s nipples relentlessly. “’Cuz…well, Mike and me, we’re gonna leave you alone for a little while now. But we’re gonna be listenin’ to you real closely…” I set down the knife and briefly crouched down; beneath the bed I had hidden a box of stuff we thought we might need, and brought two items from it now, showing the first to Bill. It was a baby monitor, which I flicked on. “This’ll let us hear if you make a sound.”
“And making a sound is something you do not want to do,” promised Mike, straightening up and joining me, smirking down at Billie as he panted quietly on the bed. “’Cause if we hear you…you can kiss your dick goodbye.” We laughed as his eyes trembled closed, his face becoming even more pale, his expression one of absolute horror. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, slut!” Mike commanded, leaning forward to nip at Billie’s stomach with his fingers, forcing Billie to open his reddened eyes. “Good boy! Now then. We don’t want to make this too easy on you -”
“ -You’re a slut, you don’t deserve us to be nice to you,” I assured him earnestly, watching him shiver and sniff sadly.
“ -Right, so…” Mike took the other item from me, displaying it to Billie with a cold grin. Billie’s face fell, and he tried to wriggle again, shaking his head in despair. Mike raised an eyebrow in mock-surprise as Billie’s eyes pleaded with him silently. “Oh? Don’t you want me to use this?” he asked.
Shit. They expect me to stay silent with a fucking dildo rammed up my ass? No way! I can’t! Oh, I know it doesn’t really matter - like they’d really cut my dick off, though having a knife that close to it was not an experience I ever wanted to repeat - but I wanted to play along as much as possible, and I know I can’t possibly do this. Although maybe that was their plan…
I bit my lip desperately as Mike leaned down and put a hand between my legs, placing the dildo against the soft flesh of my ass. My eyes closed as he slowly wriggled the dildo against my entrance, and I tried to relax, wanting to feel as little pain in my completely unprepared state as possible. I felt Tre patting my thigh kindly as my breathing became forced, wincing as the dildo was carefully pushed inside me, stretching me painfully. Both men stepped back, watching me closely as I tried to grow used to feeling so sore and full , before exchanging glances. Mike nodded, and Tre pulled a small rectangle of plastic from his pocket; he pressed a button on it, and I gasped in shock as the dildo began to vibrate within me. I felt my stretched muscles clenching tightly around the pulsing device, stimulating me far too much for my liking. A repressed moan purred in my throat as Tre placed the baby monitor beside the bed, winking cheekily at my discomfort.
“Remember - just one sound, and I’ll let Tre play with his knife…” Mike warned me as I gazed wretchedly with half-open eyes at him, feeling blood spill into my mouth as my still-biting teeth cut into my lip. They both giggled, then left the room, leaving me alone.
“It’s not just me, is it - he does look fucking gorgeous when he’s all pathetic and miserable, right?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Think he’ll do it?”
“Could you do it?”
“…Not a fucking chance.”
I don’t know if you’ve ever been left naked, alone, with a vibrating dildo up your ass and the strict instructions not to make a sound, but let me tell you this - there’s no fucking chance that anyone could do it! I lay there for what felt like hours, growing more and more aroused as the vibrator massaged me, my dick becoming so erect that the lack of release was almost painful. I tried my best, honest I did, and I know I managed to be much more quiet than I normally am during the run-up to sex…but, despite me continually chewing on my now-ragged lips, I know I wasn’t quiet enough for them.
To be fair to me, it was all their fault! This whole thing would have been hard enough anyway, without them speeding the fucking vibrating up when I least expected it!
We went downstairs and grabbed a couple of beers. We were only going to leave him for half an hour - “I have a feeling that’ll be long enough for him,” Mike had remarked. So we were sitting in my living room, each sipping from a bottle, lost in our own thoughts of everything we had already done.
“I think we’re really gonna hafta give him a special treat or two after this,” I said, glancing at Mike and smiling as he visibly jumped out of whatever exciting daydream he’d been cultivating. He seemed to replay what I had said in his head, then smiled and nodded.
“Yeah. It was absolutely wonderful of him to let us do this,” he agreed, laughingly clinking his bottle against mine in celebration. I flicked the baby monitor resting in my lap on, pressing my finger to my lips. We immediately heard his breathing in our silence; short, shallow breaths, easily showing us how turned on he was. We heard the clink of chains followed by a short gasp, and both had to muffle our laughter - clearly shifting position had only made it worse for him.
“You think I should…?” I whispered softly, gesturing toward the ceiling with the vibrator remote; I don’t think Billie had spotted it, but the dildo had three different settings. Currently he was on ‘slow.’ Mike giggled, and nodded enthusiastically, taking a huge gulp from his bottle. I grinned wickedly, and pushed the switch on the small remote to ‘medium.’
We were instantly rewarded with a shocked whine from the baby monitor, followed by a badly-repressed groan. We didn’t bother stifling our laughter that time, both deciding to rub it in to him a little. I let around ten minutes pass, both of us drinking in silence and relishing the occasional gasping whimper from through the baby monitor, before pushing the switch up to ‘fast.’ The noise he produced this time was a mixture of a surprised gasp, a small, desperate sob and a moan of desire. The two of us giggled, both enjoying this very, very much. Mike reached over and switched off the monitor, waggling his eyebrows at me.
“Right. We’ll give him another ten minutes, and then…the fun begins!”
Where the fuck were those fuckers?! How long had they left me here like this? Far too long, I thought, as the humming device made me pant desperately in need, my eyes closed tightly. I could feel sweat running all over me, soaking into my hair as the entirety of my body appeared to be on fire with frantic desire.
Suddenly the door swung open, and in they strolled, as casually as if they were taking a relaxing walk in the park. My head lolled towards them, my hair sticking to my forehead as my eyes pleadingly gazed into theirs. “How you doin’?” Mike asked indifferently, before reaching down to give the base of the dildo a gentle push, forcing it further within me. Something almost sounding like a sob escaped me, before I gasped as I felt Mike pull the dildo from me. He carefully cast it aside, before tutting down at me as I tried to control my laboured breathing. “You have no stamina, do you? Little slut. Enjoying yourself when you should be begging for mercy.”
“We heard you,” Tre stated solemnly, his eyes wide and serious, before lighting up wickedly. He stroked my shivering stomach lightly, and I whimpered. “You gots to be punished…” he sang in a bright voice.
“N-no,” I gasped, deciding I had been silent long enough. “Please…please…I c-couldn’t help it…”
“‘Cause you’re a slut,” Mike said blankly, yawning as if bored. “We’ll be doing you a favour when we teach you to be a nice little guy!”
“No, no I’m not, I’m not, really!” I whined pitifully. “I…y-you don’t need to…need to…” I trailed off as both Mike and Tre let their fingers drift to my crotch, caressing my overheated skin with the faintest of touches, only to pull away as I quickly thrusted up.
We grinned at each other; looked like Billie Joe really was desperate…good.
It was when I saw their smug grins that something within me snapped. This had gone on for far too long. I needed them now!
“Okay, okay,” I yelled, still panting furiously. “Okay, I’m a slut! I’m a dirty little fucking whore! And I need to be taught a lesson! So for God’s sake will you just fucking fuck me!”
Oh…we paused, hesitantly. This was…unexpected. Billie glared steadily back at us, panting feverishly as all traces of his victim demeanour disappeared, a dark scowl on his face as we froze. I guess we didn’t know how good we’d been at this, eh? I exchanged a glance with Mike, not quite knowing how to react.
Trust Mike to know just what to do, though!
“I think I need to shut you up, slut,” Mike commented conversationally, a sharp gleam in those intense eyes of his. He wandered over to me, bending over slightly to keep his eyes fixed on mine, before kicking off his boots with a loud, somehow threatening clatter. His socks came next, and then…my eyes lit up; his hands strayed to his belt buckle. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he removed his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy clunk. Then his fingers were delicately prising open the button on his Dickies…pulling down the zip…and letting the material pool around his ankles. Tre and I stared appreciatively. God, Mike naked from the waist down…some things are just so fuckin’ hot, no words can adequately describe them. He climbed up onto the bed, his strong, thin legs settling either side of my chest. His long fingers reached down to entwine themselves in my hair, pulling my head up, before letting go and gripping the steel headboard. He leaned forward and, not giving me a chance to protest - as if I would! - slipped his dick into my mouth.
“Suck me. You do a good enough job, maybe we won’t hurt you afterwards,” he ordered, quite unnecessarily; my mouth was already lightly sucking at his shaft, drawing him further into me eagerly, my tongue massaging his flesh. He groaned appreciatively as my head slowly slid up his length until my nose met hair, before softly dragging my teeth back down his skin until I reached the head. I grinned to myself and paused as I felt him shiver in pleasure, his head hanging forward with his eyes closed as he gasped. “D-Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Christ…Billie Joe, naked and restrained, blowing a semi-naked Mike…it was like all my Christmases had come at once! I hurriedly undressed myself with trembling fingers, irritably casting aside my pants as I struggled to undo the knot on my tie - I’d tied it too tightly again, idiot that I am. Finally though, it was off, and I threw off the rest of my clothing, not caring where it landed in my hurry.
I watched them silently for a second or two, my hand seemingly of its own accord wrapping around my cock, stroking my soft flesh as if I weren’t already hard from just watching them. Then I heard Mike pant in desire, and couldn’t take it any more; I crawled onto the bed as quietly as possible, glad Billie was distracted. I firmly grasped his hips, raising him slightly into a better position, before sliding into him without hesitation. The surprised mewl that escaped him as I thrust into him brought a half-gasp of laughter from me; the dildo hadn’t actually been that big, and Billie was tighter than normal due to our lack of preparing him. And damn, but he felt good, clenching himself around my dick as he arched up onto me wantonly, pushing as far onto my manhood as he could reach.
Ohh…I felt Mike push further into my mouth as I whined when Tre entered me unexpectedly, my throat tickling him wonderfully. Damn…it felt so tight, so…amazing, having Tre and Mike within me at the same time. I chuckled as I decided that, if there had been any way for them to teach me not to be a slut, this was not it! No, I could do this over, and over, and over…
My hands gripped Mike’s shoulder’s tightly as I leaned forwards, driving myself even further into Billie, feeling him stretch and whimper happily. I pulled back, then thrust forward again, hard, knowing that tonight couldn’t be about taking things slowly.
Oh, God…Tre pounded into me again and again as Mike thrust into my mouth, moaning constantly now as he buried himself in my throat. I could feel Tre’s lean stomach brushing against my dick repeatedly as he ground forwards, making me try to garble something incomprehensible about how desperate I was, how much I needed release. I gasped loudly, my eyes closing in ecstasy as he somehow seemed to understand, and wrapped a large hand around me, squeezing me gently and stroking me.
Our pace seemed to become more frantic as I pulled at Billie, all three of us driving each other on to be faster, harder, more desperate in our actions.
Suddenly Mike’s groans had become almost a wail of pure delight, every muscle in his body seeming to tense as I felt his cum spilling down my throat. All I could do was swallow and concentrate on Tre moving within me, panting faster and faster as I felt my own high rushing quickly towards me.
Mike collapsed backwards, leaning against my chest tiredly, pulling himself from Billie’s mouth as he gasped breathlessly. Billie immediately cried, “G-God, Tre!” and only a second had passed before he was arching himself impossibly higher, thrusting himself up into my palm as I felt him cum, moaning loudly in a rush of escaping pent-up pleasure. Hearing him letting himself go only made my bliss circle higher and I could only thrust two or three more times into him before I too came, resting my forehead atop Mike’s sexily-dishevelled hair as I panted.
They sat atop me for a few minutes, all of us gathering our breath and trying to stop our hearts feeling as if they would break through our chests after the breathtaking rush we had experienced. Eventually, though, Tre planted a soft, loving kiss on Mike’s hair and gently pushed him forwards, pulling out of me and joining him in snuggling close either side of me. A hand snuggled beneath my back, another rested on my stomach, stroking me gently. Mike nuzzled against my neck as Tre brushed a kiss onto my forehead, smoothing my hair back gently.
“Thanks, Bill.”
“That was…so…” I laughed at Mike’s dazed expression.
“I know,” I agreed, laughing softly, turning to kiss his head tenderly. I paused thoughtfully, feeling Mike’s breathing slow and the stroking of Tre’s fingers become almost hypnotically relaxing. “Though…”
“Yeah?” Tre asked, sitting up slightly, his eyes looking worried. I laughed, and grinned at him, the glint in my eyes no doubt already suggesting the revenge I was going to make sure to exact from them both.
“Next time, one of you is playing Mr Victim.”