Love On Display

Title: Love On Display
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Bon Jovi
Categories: Jon/Richie. Jon/OMC. Non-Con, Angst, H/C, AU
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Jon Bon Jovi & Richie Sambora are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Jon hasn't exactly been honest about his job at a bar, as Richie finds out when he hits the town for his 21st birthday.


"Listen you little slut." The man picked the dancer up by the arm and flung him face down on the bed, holding him down with one hand on the back of his neck. "I paid for a piece of your ass and a piece of your ass is what I'm gonna get, whether you like it or not. Do you understand me?"

The dancer squirmed on the bed, kicking out at the man with his legs, but the grip on his neck tightened until he saw stars. He whimpered and lay still on the bed.

"Good boy," The man cooed. "Now put your hands behind your back." Tears rolled down the dancers face and mixed with blood from his nose and a cut above his eye, but he obeyed. He sighed in relief as the man released the grip on his neck to hold both his hands.

The man leaned forward, his tongue rasping over the dancer's ear. "I'm guessing you must be Eric's new boy. Well, guess what kid; you ain't just paid to dance." He laughed as he tugged at the dancer's g-string before running his hands over the muscular ass. "These rooms have certain… aides to make things er oer on you. But you fought me, so we won't be using them. And you might want to keep very very quiet because I don't think Eric will be very happy if you cause a scene on a Friday night." With those words, the man thrust his cock into the dancers ass. The dancer bit down on his lower lip to stifle his scream, teeth drawing blood as the man fucked him ruthlesslominoming inside him with a grunt.

The man pulled away, slapping the dancer's ass as he got dressed. He ignored the young man lying on the bed as he walked out the door, turning the lights off as he left.

The dancer moaned and slid off the end of the bed, landing in a heap on the floor. He was oblivious to the blood and semen that trickled down his thighs as he rocked on the floor in the darkness, tears streaming down his face.