One shot: 'Does that hurt? Does that fucking hurt?
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,280
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
One shot: 'Does that hurt? Does that fucking hurt?
The sound of skin connecting hard and fast with more skin filled the room. There was a moan, but not one filled with lust and pleasure, but one filled with pain and despair.
"Tell me that you Love me Ville!" Bam whispered to the man tied to a chair in front of him. There was no answer. The sound erupted into the room again, louder this time.
"FUCKING TELL BE YOU LOVE ME!" Bam screamed. Ville looked up at his friend, tears threaten to fall down his bright red face,
"Bammie...why are you..." Again the noise.
"That's not what i asked you to say, is it?" Bam whispered harshly into the bound mans ear. Ville shook his head.
"I...I...love...I love you Bam," he said, tears now falling down his face. Bam smiled.
"There's a good bitch, now, I'm going to untie you, then what are you going to do?" he asked, as he tugged at Ville's bindings.
"I...I...lay on the bed?" said Ville, voice quivering.
"You getting good at this!" Bam said, grinning widely. Ville was finally untied, and he crawled, some what unwillingly, onto the double bed by his side. Bam soon joined his, kissed him on the lips. Ville knew he had to respond, he didn't even what to think what would happen if he didn't. Suddenly, Bam forced his tongue into the captive mans mouth, catching him by such surprise, he bit down.
"MOTHER-FUCKER!" Bam cried, standing up. He looked down at the cowering rocker on his bed. Slowly, he removed his belt, folded it in half, and snapped it. The sound echoed around the room, silencing even Ville's whimpering. Bam smiled, grabbed Ville roughly and turned him so he was lying on his stomach. With one swift movement the harsh leather of his belt connected with the delicate skin of Ville's back. Ville cried out in pain, more tears poured down his face, his whimpering increased.
"Aww, did that hurt! Poor Willa!" Bam mocked. He dropped the belt nevertheless. "I'll try a different punishment shall i?" Ville's eye's widened. He removed something from his pocket, and held Ville down, he was still on his stomach. Suddenly, Ville felt a shape, shooting pain in his back, it moved in a shape that he couldn't put his finger on, then was removed, but not for long, it returned twice more, before Bam stopped. Out of the corner of his eye, Ville saw a blade in Bams hand. It glittered red with his blood. His eyes widened yet again as Bam wiped it clean.
"Your mine now babe, wanna see what i did?" Ville didn't respond, Bam showed him anyway. He held up a mirror up and Ville saw the steadily dripping word 'BAD' carved deeply into his pale skin. Ville cried out in shock, not believing what Bam had done to him.
"Now everyone will know just what your like," Bam whispered into Ville's ear. He slapped the man hard when he refused to respond.
"Are you bad Ville?" Ville nodded. He was slapped again.
"CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Bam cried into his ear.
"Yes! I'm bad, very bad, i don't...i don't...deserve you," Ville sobbed into his pillow. Bam grinned.
"That's good Ville. Well done, you deserve a little reward. How does some vodka sound?" he cooed.
"Only good if you want it to be good," Ville cried, forcing himself to look at Bam for any signs of what he was planning. His face was expressionless with the exception of the smile, a smile that made him look so innocent, Ville almost felt like he was dreaming. Almost. Bam grabbed the vodka, opened it, and poured the contents onto the flesh scars that scorched Ville's back. Ville's screams filled the room and echoed of the walls. He knew no one could hear him, but he was determined to try.
"Aww, did that hurt?" asked Bam, an eyebrow raised. Ville nodded.
"Very mush so..." he sobbed.
"Too bad. And look! You wasted all the vodka. Tut Tut! I'll have to punish you for that," Bam said, as he stared into the empty vodka bottle. He threw the bottle to the floor and it smashed, the chilling sound of which scared Ville stiff. And he had every right to. Before long, Bam had ripped his pant's clean of his body, leaving him in his boxers. Bam then used the knife to remove Ville's boxers. And there he lay, naked, bleeding, shaking. Completely at the mercy of the knife wielding man behind him. Bam then began stripping off. He took his time, taking each article of clothing off individually, before waving the piece in front of the terrified man on his bed. He was hard. Ville could clearly see that, and it was then that he knew what was coming. He tried to get up, to run, to escape. Then he heard it. The click of a loaded gun, pointing at him. Ville gulped.
"BACK. ON. THE. BED" Ville broke down but crawled back on the bed nevertheless.
"On your knee's bitch." Ville only cried louder as he followed Bams demands. He felt Bams tongue on his back, lapping up the vodka, the blood, the sweat that was pouring from his body. This only turned his attacker on more, and, before he could prepare himself, Bam thrust into him with as much force as he could muster. Ville felt himself tear, but he was in so much pain all ready. Bam worked fast, pounding in and out if the man on his knee's with everything he had. His moan's drowned out Ville's cry's, and the sound of his balls rebounding off Ville's backside. He grabbed the elder man's cock, gripping it and pumping it with the same rhythm of his thrust's.
"Fuck...god damn...tight...call my name...dammit...say it or i'll..."
"Bam! fuck! harder!" Ville cried, only wanting to please the man abusing him.
"God yeah!" he heard him cry. "You. Will. Cum. With. Me." Bam said, a word to a thrust. Ville knew what would happen if he didn't.
*Think of Jonne. Think of lovely, beautiful Jonne,* came the voice in his head. And his mind was soon full of his flamboyant lover, and, as he felt Bam explode inside of him, his stomach clenched, his body shook, and he cam over the hand of the man still in the haze of an orgasm lying next to him on the bed.
"Wow..." cried Bam, looking to Ville. He grinned when he realised that Ville too, was recovering from a powerful orgasm.
"Who were you thinking off when you came gorgeous?" Bam cooed into Ville's ear.
"Jonne...oh god..." Ville realised his mistake as soon as it left his mouth. Before he could say anymore, the loaded gun was pointing at him again, and the last thing he heard was the sound of the bullet erupting from gun. Ville lay dead, bleeding, naked, on the bed, as Bam watched over him. Smirking, gun still in hand.
"AND THATS A WRAP! WELL DONE GUYS!" Came a voice. Ville opened his eye's and looked at the director, a look of relief on his face.
"Finally," he said, as he was passed a pair of boxers. He put them on as Bam dressed, and grabbed a cigarette as make-up began to clean up the fake wound's on his back.
"Are we done," asked Bam. The director nodded and Bam went and sat with Ville, who was now clean and dressed.
"Did i hurt you babe?" Bam asked, concern all over his face.
"Only a little Bammie, your a natural actor," Ville said, kissing his boyfriend's nose. Bam grinned.
"Where you really thinking of Jonne when you came?" he questioned.
"That depend's, is Jonne Aaron the sexy skateboarder sitting next to me?" Asked Ville. Bam simply kissed the man, ruffled his hair, and took him from the room.
"Tell me that you Love me Ville!" Bam whispered to the man tied to a chair in front of him. There was no answer. The sound erupted into the room again, louder this time.
"FUCKING TELL BE YOU LOVE ME!" Bam screamed. Ville looked up at his friend, tears threaten to fall down his bright red face,
"Bammie...why are you..." Again the noise.
"That's not what i asked you to say, is it?" Bam whispered harshly into the bound mans ear. Ville shook his head.
"I...I...love...I love you Bam," he said, tears now falling down his face. Bam smiled.
"There's a good bitch, now, I'm going to untie you, then what are you going to do?" he asked, as he tugged at Ville's bindings.
"I...I...lay on the bed?" said Ville, voice quivering.
"You getting good at this!" Bam said, grinning widely. Ville was finally untied, and he crawled, some what unwillingly, onto the double bed by his side. Bam soon joined his, kissed him on the lips. Ville knew he had to respond, he didn't even what to think what would happen if he didn't. Suddenly, Bam forced his tongue into the captive mans mouth, catching him by such surprise, he bit down.
"MOTHER-FUCKER!" Bam cried, standing up. He looked down at the cowering rocker on his bed. Slowly, he removed his belt, folded it in half, and snapped it. The sound echoed around the room, silencing even Ville's whimpering. Bam smiled, grabbed Ville roughly and turned him so he was lying on his stomach. With one swift movement the harsh leather of his belt connected with the delicate skin of Ville's back. Ville cried out in pain, more tears poured down his face, his whimpering increased.
"Aww, did that hurt! Poor Willa!" Bam mocked. He dropped the belt nevertheless. "I'll try a different punishment shall i?" Ville's eye's widened. He removed something from his pocket, and held Ville down, he was still on his stomach. Suddenly, Ville felt a shape, shooting pain in his back, it moved in a shape that he couldn't put his finger on, then was removed, but not for long, it returned twice more, before Bam stopped. Out of the corner of his eye, Ville saw a blade in Bams hand. It glittered red with his blood. His eyes widened yet again as Bam wiped it clean.
"Your mine now babe, wanna see what i did?" Ville didn't respond, Bam showed him anyway. He held up a mirror up and Ville saw the steadily dripping word 'BAD' carved deeply into his pale skin. Ville cried out in shock, not believing what Bam had done to him.
"Now everyone will know just what your like," Bam whispered into Ville's ear. He slapped the man hard when he refused to respond.
"Are you bad Ville?" Ville nodded. He was slapped again.
"CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Bam cried into his ear.
"Yes! I'm bad, very bad, i don't...i don't...deserve you," Ville sobbed into his pillow. Bam grinned.
"That's good Ville. Well done, you deserve a little reward. How does some vodka sound?" he cooed.
"Only good if you want it to be good," Ville cried, forcing himself to look at Bam for any signs of what he was planning. His face was expressionless with the exception of the smile, a smile that made him look so innocent, Ville almost felt like he was dreaming. Almost. Bam grabbed the vodka, opened it, and poured the contents onto the flesh scars that scorched Ville's back. Ville's screams filled the room and echoed of the walls. He knew no one could hear him, but he was determined to try.
"Aww, did that hurt?" asked Bam, an eyebrow raised. Ville nodded.
"Very mush so..." he sobbed.
"Too bad. And look! You wasted all the vodka. Tut Tut! I'll have to punish you for that," Bam said, as he stared into the empty vodka bottle. He threw the bottle to the floor and it smashed, the chilling sound of which scared Ville stiff. And he had every right to. Before long, Bam had ripped his pant's clean of his body, leaving him in his boxers. Bam then used the knife to remove Ville's boxers. And there he lay, naked, bleeding, shaking. Completely at the mercy of the knife wielding man behind him. Bam then began stripping off. He took his time, taking each article of clothing off individually, before waving the piece in front of the terrified man on his bed. He was hard. Ville could clearly see that, and it was then that he knew what was coming. He tried to get up, to run, to escape. Then he heard it. The click of a loaded gun, pointing at him. Ville gulped.
"BACK. ON. THE. BED" Ville broke down but crawled back on the bed nevertheless.
"On your knee's bitch." Ville only cried louder as he followed Bams demands. He felt Bams tongue on his back, lapping up the vodka, the blood, the sweat that was pouring from his body. This only turned his attacker on more, and, before he could prepare himself, Bam thrust into him with as much force as he could muster. Ville felt himself tear, but he was in so much pain all ready. Bam worked fast, pounding in and out if the man on his knee's with everything he had. His moan's drowned out Ville's cry's, and the sound of his balls rebounding off Ville's backside. He grabbed the elder man's cock, gripping it and pumping it with the same rhythm of his thrust's.
"Fuck...god damn...tight...call my name...dammit...say it or i'll..."
"Bam! fuck! harder!" Ville cried, only wanting to please the man abusing him.
"God yeah!" he heard him cry. "You. Will. Cum. With. Me." Bam said, a word to a thrust. Ville knew what would happen if he didn't.
*Think of Jonne. Think of lovely, beautiful Jonne,* came the voice in his head. And his mind was soon full of his flamboyant lover, and, as he felt Bam explode inside of him, his stomach clenched, his body shook, and he cam over the hand of the man still in the haze of an orgasm lying next to him on the bed.
"Wow..." cried Bam, looking to Ville. He grinned when he realised that Ville too, was recovering from a powerful orgasm.
"Who were you thinking off when you came gorgeous?" Bam cooed into Ville's ear.
"Jonne...oh god..." Ville realised his mistake as soon as it left his mouth. Before he could say anymore, the loaded gun was pointing at him again, and the last thing he heard was the sound of the bullet erupting from gun. Ville lay dead, bleeding, naked, on the bed, as Bam watched over him. Smirking, gun still in hand.
"AND THATS A WRAP! WELL DONE GUYS!" Came a voice. Ville opened his eye's and looked at the director, a look of relief on his face.
"Finally," he said, as he was passed a pair of boxers. He put them on as Bam dressed, and grabbed a cigarette as make-up began to clean up the fake wound's on his back.
"Are we done," asked Bam. The director nodded and Bam went and sat with Ville, who was now clean and dressed.
"Did i hurt you babe?" Bam asked, concern all over his face.
"Only a little Bammie, your a natural actor," Ville said, kissing his boyfriend's nose. Bam grinned.
"Where you really thinking of Jonne when you came?" he questioned.
"That depend's, is Jonne Aaron the sexy skateboarder sitting next to me?" Asked Ville. Bam simply kissed the man, ruffled his hair, and took him from the room.