Lower Your Head And Take It In The Body

Title:Lower Your Head And Take It In The Body

Summary: I was asked to write a fanfiction with Trent and Jeordie, and this is the result. Bondage and such....

Warnings: Bondage, the beginning of erotic asphyxiation...

Feedback: PLEASE, please, please! I like all kinds of reviews, and also appreciate constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the members of Nine Inch Nails, no matter how badly I wish I did....This is purely out of my own mind, and does not reflect any living beings...that I know of. Of course, if it DOES end up happening, I would like to be held fully responsible. ^^;

There was nothing but darkness...and that deep growl. Jeordie shivered, making the chains rattle. He couldn't see because of the blindfold over his eyes, but he could certainly tell where Trent stood. The soft growling breaths the man was taking intensified Jeordie's pleasure.

There was no way he could move, even if he'd wanted to. Jeordie stood on tiptoes, his hands bound above his head, his raised arms accentuating his ribs. Trent traced the outline of Jeordie's ribcage, gently, with the tip of his coarse finger. Jeordie bit down on the gag, pulling on his restraints, "Nnngh..."

Trent grinned, "Mmm, you like that, don't you...."

Jeordie pulled harder on the restraints, causing himself nothing but pain...but this was the kind of pain he liked. He didn't know what would happen next, or how long Trent would let him dangle there without speaking, without touching him.

Jeordie didn't have to wait long tonight. He felt the chain being lowered, just enough so he could stand with his feet flat on the ground. He could only guess what Trent would do now.

Jeordie twitched in real fear, as he felt a rope being wound around his throat. Trent had never gone this far before...and he could only feel it getting tighter. He bit down on the gag, trying to talk around it, making muffled protests. The chains were being raised again, Jeordie on his tiptoes, the rope against his throat getting tighter and tighter. Jeordie struggled fruitlessly, afraid to move his head, afraid to balance on anything less than tiptoes. He could hear Trent breathing heavily, stalking around him, his footfalls echoing on the tiled floor. Jeordie kept struggling, pulling at his bonds, trying to lift himself higher, trying to get the pressure off his throat.

Trent loved watching Jeordie writhe, loved watching him struggle, but he wanted to see the fear in Jeordie's eyes....wanted to hear him beg. Trent got close to Jeordie, running a hand over Jeordie's chest and abdomen. Jeordie jerked hard on his restraints, trying to move away from the hand touching him. "I'm taking the blindfold off, calm down..." Trent kept running his hand over Jeordie's skin, trying to calm him, and also doing what he could to excite him. His other hand reached behind Jeordie's head, pulling at the blindfold's ties, untying the gag at the same time.

Jeordie spit the gag out, and whimpered, "Trent...please, I don't like this..."

Trent grinned, "You will. Don't worry."

Jeordie swallowed hard, trying not to be afraid. Trent wouldn't let anything bad happen to him...right? Jeordie panicked more when he felt the rope getting tighter. Trent watched the fear dance in Jeordie's eyes, watched him tremble and squirm. He growled low in his throat, "Jeordie, do you trust me?"

Jeordie swallowed hard, again, "Y-yes...I do..."

"With your life?"

"Y-yes, Trent...I t-trust you with my life."

"Good...then calm down and you'll like this." Trent moved closer to Jeordie, running his hand over Jeordie's chest, still tightening the rope on Jeordie's throat.

Jeordie's breathing was haggard now, whistling, pathetic little breaths. Trent stopped tightening, and ran his hand further down Jeordie's torso. He grinned, watching Jeordie struggle for breath, loving the little whistling noise his throat was making. Trent touched Jeordie's thigh, trailing his fingers over the sensitive skin.

Jeordie trembled, trying hard to breathe, his eyelids fluttering with the effort to keep them open. He squirmed into Trent's touch, making sounds deep in his throat.

Trent growled, wrapping his hand loosely around Jeordie's dick. He watched as Jeordie tensed, gasping painfully for air. Trent ran his hand languidly over Jeordie's cock, watching his throat work at pulling air into his lungs.

Jeordie struggled madly at his bonds, forgetting that the harder he fought the more air he'd have to take in. Suddenly he found the rope getting tighter and tighter, unbearably so. His air supply was completely cut off!

Trent growled, grabbing Jeordie by the hips, lifting him, "Jesus, Jeordie, calm the fuck down. You're gonna fuckin' kill yourself if you don't chill out." Trent sighed, releasing the rope from Jeordie's neck. There was a dark bruise already rising on his throat, like some kind of barbaric necklace.

Jeordie whimpered. He hadn't meant to ruin Trent's idea. When Trent touched him, he'd lost control, he'd lost his footing, "I..I'm sorry, Trent," Jeordie rasped. He swallowed hard, his throat hurting.

"Shut the fuck up. Did I give you permission to speak to me?" Trent growled, slapping Jeordie hard. Jeordie jerked on the chains, hard, trying to move away from Trent's touch. He knew it was futile, but he tried anyway...he knew how much Trent enjoyed it. Trent leaned forward, grabbing Jeordie by the throat, squeezing the bruise. Jeordie yelped, backpedaling at the floor, trying to move back. "Don't fucking think so, bitch. You're not getting away, not this time," Trent growled, tightening his hold on Jeordie's neck. Trent was slowly lowering the chains, just enough for Jeordie to lean forward.

Jeordie squirmed when he felt the chains coming lower. He could stand on his entire foot now. Trent moved behind Jeordie, grabbing the back of his neck, hard. Jeordie squealed, the pain from the bruise exhilarating him. Trent pushed Jeordie's head down, bent him nearly in half, his ass stuck out, his arms painfully chained above his head. He loved the way Jeordie's arms pulled above and behind him, strained the muscles in his shoulderblades. Trent slapped Jeordie's ass, leaving a red hand mark. Jeordie gasped, jumping. Trent growled, grabbing Jeordie's hips, pulling him closer, "I don't fucking think so. You're not moving." Trent groaned, pulling at his own cock a few times, covering it in lube. He put a hand on Jeordie's back, pushing him just a little further down, kicking his feet apart. Jeordie struggled, his arms feeling as though they were coming out of the sockets, burning with pain. "Ow, Trent..s-stop..."

Trent stopped pushing, "Fucking stay that way, you hear me?"

Jeordie nodded, glad Trent could get off on this little scene.

Trent thrust into Jeordie then, hard enough to rock Jeordie onto the balls of his feet.

"Ah, fuck!!!" Jeordie screamed, tears stinging his eyes. "Goddamn, that hurts!" He hissed at Trent.

"Shut the fuck up, or I'll do it again," Trent grunted. He pulled back, then thrust into Jeordie with enough force, he thought he heard Jeordie's shoulders pop...but he was imagining that. Jeordie groaned, the pleasure taking over the pain, then. Trent kept pistoning into Jeordie, rocking him, making the chains rattle. He thrust violently a few more times, his hands grabbing at Jeordie's hips to keep him in place.

"Ah, fuck!" Trent yelled, coming violently, digging his fingers into Jeordie's hips.

Jeordie screamed, the warmth of Trent's ejaculation sending him right over the edge himself. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his breath becoming more ragged. He felt his stomach doing somersaults as his hot come dripped down his legs onto the floor. He shivered, breathing heavily, "Fuck..."

Trent came around the front of Jeordie again, his pants returned to his figure. He grabbed Jeordie's chin, pulling him up, roughly. Trent leaned forward and kissed Jeordie, his tongue ravaging Jeordie's mouth, his teeth biting at Jeordie's bottom lip. Trent pulled back, grinning, "You're hot when you're covered in cum, you know that?"