FIC: The Ties That Bind Us (Nathan/Toki/Skwisgaar, NC-17)
TO: peridexion
FROM: xixthe
Title: The Ties That Bind Us
Pairings: N(dominant)/T/S
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Non-con, bondage, and long pr0n is kinda long... you might want to get a snack/go to the bathroom now, pft!
Timeline: Unspecified
Nathan was fed up. The last practice to be disturbed by his lead and rhythm guitarist had come to pass. Their squabbles had been progressively escalating, and tonight they'd gone too far in destroying an amplifier cabinet, two guitars, and half of Pickles' drum set while arguing over which was superior: Belgian or Eggo waffles. An executive decision was in order, and more than doing the deed, Nathan hated the fact that he'd be the one to do it.
Angrily, the singer got to his feet and punched the only mirror in his room which conveniently sat before him. His complexion shattered into a thousand pieces, but luckily, the frontman was not superstitious, and moreover, he knew someone would be by soon enough, asking if he'd like to replace the compromised furniture.
Nathan's mind was made up. Toki and Skwisgaar's disputes were costing too much money lately and it was only getting worse - they'd both have to be relieved of their positions in the band. There was simply no other way around it.
Sullenly, he made his way down the hall, towards the private quarters each member of the band shared with no one.
It was a long, tedious journey, but when Nathan walked into the bedroom of his first target at last, he found Toki at his desk.
More specifically, he found him glued to his desk.
"Hi Nathans... I havings a littles problems." Toki said in a half-pout. At least his hands were the only things he'd erroneously glued this time. He was standing, bent over with his hands splayed apart across the center of the table. Nathan couldn't help but consider the posture and expectant way in which the younger guitarist was looking at him to be his savior in the matter.
Suddenly, the frontman's intentions to lay down the law were eclipsed by the thought of doing some laying of another kind entirely.
"Uh... let's just uh... see what you have going on here..." Nathan said as he walked over to Toki, strategically positioning himself behind him.
"Thinks I needs the glues removeser... Is overs unders my beds right bys..."
"Hey, shut up a minute." Nathan growled, interrupting the Norwegian with hands clamped roughly at either side of Toki's narrow waist. The painted fingernails dug in deep, despite the grey-blue shirt that covered Toki's torso - if Nathan grabbed hold of him any tighter, he would draw blood for sure.
A bitter gasp, then a pitiable groan were driven out of Toki's throat, and he tried pushing the bigger man away with a short buck of his hips. In the end, it wasn't meant as the tease it came across as. "Nots rights now, Nathans..."
But Nathan liked it when his partners objected, and even more when they could do nothing about his advances in the first place. Toki was indeed smaller than he, but all muscle, and he could certainly put up a fight if cornered. But fighting wasn't as kinky as it was exhausting - it merely delayed the inevitable: That Nathan would eventually use sheer weight to pin his victim and have his way...
Therefore, it was far better to get straight to the point - Therefore, God bless the guy who invented super glue.
Toki felt the large hands lifting up his shirt a bit to fumble with his pants' fly. Felt the button on his jeans being undone, and the zipper sliding down. A grunt of aggravation passed his ears - Nathan did not approve of Toki's tendency to never freeball. He took out his aggression, not on Toki, but on his boxers. Instead of pulling the undesired undies down, Nathan pulled them out sharply, splitting them at the sides and eliciting a yelp from the young guitarist who could hardly do much else. They then dangled uselessly over Toki's pants, giving his cock all the room it needed to comfortably stand rigid with interest.
After he slid his companion's bottoms down further to cast a lingering glance of appreciation of Toki's firm ass cheeks, the frontman then turned his attention to his own pants and unfastened his belt, pulling it free of his jeans with one stroke. It was a fact that the sound of it hitting the floor made Toki cringe. He knew what to expect next.
"Nathans... don't's do dis..." Toki's plea came out slow and quiet while his turgid member betrayed his every word. Beneath them, droplets of precum could be heard spattering onto the green sheet of exacto-board which covered a portion of the desk between Toki's glued hands. He growled at the errant leak which Nathan was sure to notice, and more so, his erection in general. The traitor.
Anyone strong enough to deny physical implications of arousal over verbal was a bigger man than Nathan Explosion, for sure, and so it was that the frontman ground his denim-captive hard-on into his guitarist's bare rear with unbridled avarice. When it became too much to bear and his hand found its way to his zipper, Nathan had already been perusing his memory banks for one of the many times he'd dreamed of taking the Norwegian from behind in such a manner - just for an extra dose of inspiration to what was shaping up to be an ideal scenario in its own right. But before he could bring any of those fantasies to life, there was an intrusion.
"Oh my GODS! Whats de hells am - Nathans! You does... How..? Whys you..? Oh my GODS!" Skwisgaar shrieked at the top of his otherwise low vocal range.
A swift punch between ocean blue eyes was Nathan's only response to the Swede, who collapsed in a heap at nearly the same time the assault connected with his head. Resorting to violence so immediately wasn't a tactic Nathan found himself employing very often, but he had to admit that Skwisgaar had, more than Toki, gotten on his last nerve during the Scandinavian's petty squabbling earlier in the day. Besides that, coldcocking him had many advantages - most of which had to do with not needing to explain the compromising position Toki was currently in, to say nothing of not having to hear Skwisgaar's bitching about how he hadn't been invited to join in on Nathan's fun.
Just before turning to attend to Toki once more, Nathan glanced at the fallen Swede who only seemed to be in a state of shallow unconsciousness for how much he stirred... and then he looked at his recently discarded belt, laying a few inches away from him.
And so it was that when Skwisgaar did come to, close to a minute later, he found himself seated upright, and Nathan's rock hard dick pointed at nearly the exact same spot where he'd clocked him one. Testily, the Swede huffed, "Gets dats outs my face, Nat'ans!" But it was only when he tried to stand did he realize his incapacity. Skwisgaar's hands had been bound together behind him by Nathan's belt, and the position made it hard for him to push himself up off the floor.
When Skwisgaar opened his mouth to bitch again, Nathan struck. The blond head was grabbed and shoved forward until Skwisgaar's cushy lips pressed flush against Nathan's hips, and his pointy nose was crushed against his stomach. When he opened his eyes to glare sharply at his captor, Skwisgaar's expression was softened by the presence of tears that seemed to act of their own accord, and stream down his cheeks despite what must have been burning rage. There was a fleeting moment too, when Skwisgaar considered biting the hard-on he could now feel pulsing against his tongue, completely off. But he wouldn't. He might get blood on his favorite pair of grey pants, after all.
Usually very much a fan of kinky, sadistic sexual acts, the Swede found himself more than a little disenchanted with the idea when he wasn't the one dishing out the kinky or the sadism. More rivers of burning hot tears blazed trails from his eyes to his chin as Nathan took him. The bigger man's hand tangled itself in his hair, and delighted in twisting and pulling it as Skwisgaar's head was bobbed relentlessly on Nathan's angry dick.
"God, you're almost fucking tolerable when you can't talk. Gonna have to remember that." The frontman growled, continuing to pound away at his lead guitarist's mouth and throat. Finally, his hand clenched on the golden locks too tight - pulling some of them out completely as Nathan thrust Skwisgaar down hard, clearly intent on seeing his erection burst through the back of the man's head.
That last shove was too much. The gag from low in his throat forced Nathan's cock from Skwisgaar's mouth, a dangling line of saliva trailing from the Swede's ample lips as he let go of several heaving coughs. When he finally caught his breath, Skwisgaar felt Nathan's palm cup the underside of his jaw anew, and begin to pull. With his hands still tied, and though Skwisgaar did his best to crawl on his knees without them, the effort proved ultimately futile as the larger man was eager to finish the evening, and could just as easily drag his guitarist along by the head as he could wait for him to scuttle across the floor on his own. And the former method was definitely a lot faster than the latter.
"Keep him entertained." Nathan spat, then flung Skwisgaar between Toki's legs, up against his desk roughly. From his vantage point, it wasn't hard to understand what Nathan intended him to do. As Skwisgaar looked upwards, he was rewarded with a dose of pre-ejaculate in his eye, courtesy once again, of Toki's rather obviously eager prick. Skwisgaar recoiled, wiping the fluid away on his shoulder hastily; all but opening his mouth to lay into the Norwegian before remembering that he wasn't the one calling the shots this time.
Toki's head was hung in what appeared to be a look of shame, and his lips were clenched in fear as Nathan's head craned down, next to him. The frontman gave a vicious glare to the Swede, who realized he'd better get to work with his duties before swift punishment would again befall him. More than a bit reluctantly, mostly because he wasn't in control of the situation and not because it was territory Skwisgaar had never tread on before, he tilted his head up and began to mouth the length of Toki's flesh. He didn't opt for a blowjob, having just covered that part of the show with Nathan - he more or less chose to give Toki a tonguebath. Would if he could, he'd have likely stopped at a mere handjob, but seeing as how his fingers were beginning to go numb from the belt clasped snugly about his wrists, that option was certainly out of the question by then.
As if he were a connoisseur of such things, Nathan took a few strands of long brown hair in his hands and ran his nose up the length of them, to Toki's head. His scent was something akin to bubblegum shampoo mixed with sweat and a fair amount of glue for good measure - no doubt adding to the intoxication Nathan experienced as he took in the smell of his lover.
Despite his best efforts, Toki couldn't even take comfort from the gentle licks and nibbles Skwisgaar was imparting to his nether-regions. He was too tense in anticipation for what promised to be a brutal bout of Nathan's relentless 'lovemaking'.
Indeed, no amount of preparation could have benefitted Toki for how roughly his ass was suddenly grabbed and jerked backward as simultaneously, Nathan's loins drove forward, planting the length of his ruthless shaft deep into the guitarist. Toki yelped and Skwisgaar did too - the force of the thrust causing Toki's knees to buckle violently, and smack the Swede directly in the chin. Skwisgaar would get over this with some grumbling, but Toki was forced to endure, and Nathan wasn't about to relent. Had he the luxury, Toki would use his hands to pound on his desk in pain, if not attempt to shove Nathan away from him completely. Sure, he was used to such rough treatment when it came to playing around with his vocalist, but this was almost too much.
So began Nathan's hungry thrusting into Toki's tight, perfect ass. With one stray warning glance to Skwisgaar - who was nursing what was shaping up to be an unflattering bruise below his sultry lip - to tell the blond he'd do well to give his rhythm guitarist some attention once more, Nathan pulled up Toki's shirt and fixed on the disorderly scar lines that criss-crossed the otherwise beautiful, herculean back.
Maybe it would make no sense to a witness of an act such as Nathan was currently performing against his bandmate, but those puckered reminders served to make him angry against Toki's parents. A low growl escaped his lips as Nathan envisioned taking on the wizened old couple who'd put Toki through such torment. How dare they? That was HIS Toki... They didn't care... as Nathan did, about him.
"Aaaaagh!" the younger man screamed, and Skwisgaar knew, with countless sexual conquests under his belt (since last Thursday alone) that Toki's orgasm was near. Nathan's thrusting had grown stronger and faster the angrier he got - it was his favorite turn-on. And the Swede knew exactly what to do in such a circumstance. Quickly, he grabbed the base of Toki's cock, not completely gently, with his teeth, and applied pressure.
Immediately, Toki found himself conflicted with a deep burning want to come against the inability to do so with Skwisgaar's penetrating and exactly positioned teeth in the way. The sound of skin slapping skin wetly, grunts and groans from behind... the smell of barbecue sauce lingering on Nathan's breath as he drew in close mixed with the friction-and-sweat-warmed glue on the table were torture... and from below, another scent entirely - easily recognized.
On one of his brave ventures, wherein he'd push himself backwards and therefore deeper and more caustically against Nathan, Toki stole a look down at his fellow string-slinger. A noticeably wet spot had manifested between the Swede's splayed legs, and he couldn't help but notice his Scandinavian brothers' eyes were closed. Too, his breathing had slowed as he continued to bite down on Toki's cock. Skwisgaar, it seemed, had finished first of any of them.
Nathan withdrew and pushed; pushed and pulled until his own climax came. Deep into Toki he spilled, and reaching up, he grabbed the locks of hair which had otherwise drifted clumsily to all sides of the guitarist's body. With his other hand, he slapped the world's fastest guitarist away and took hold of the cock belonging to the second fastest, in his hand. Stroking casually, and then a bit faster, it was certain that Nathan intended Toki to finish right in the same moment.
Skwisgaar heard it all: Nathan's triumphant roar and Toki's final squeal as he was subjected to the lingering orgasm of his much larger, much more vicious vocalist. Unfortunately, when Toki finally did come, the load was deposited, almost exclusively, into the Swede's eye. He groaned, attempted to wipe it away with his shoulders, but without the aid of his hands, found the task quite trying and not at all manageable for the amount of liquid disposed upon him.
Nathan gave a satisfied sigh and patted one of Toki's ass cheeks before removing himself, "That was... wow... that was... nice..." he murmured, then slipped himself away between the Norwegian's legs before pulling up his pants as if nothing had transpired at all.
His palms still affixed to the table, Toki couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, despite the obvious submissive humiliation endured. He too breathed deeply, then let go of a rather contented sigh before keeling down and resting his head upon the desk.
In truth, the sweat Toki had put out since the whole fiasco began was enough to free his hands from the smooth wooden plane that was his workbench's surface. But he chose not to let himself go. That would have been too easy, and not nearly as much fun.
In contrast, Skwisgaar hadn't enjoyed himself throughout the whole ordeal. Miserably, he tried to shoo away the last remaining drops of Toki cum which lingered on his long, effeminate eyelashes. With his hands still tied behind his back, he never did manage to get all of it...
Nathan, not paying attention at all to the bindings which largely, still held his guitarists in place, moved toward the exit. He paused for only a moment at the doorway before addressing his bandmates.
"Hey... you guys can... you know... keep your jobs."
He left without saying another word.
Before the lulls of sleep overtook them, small amounts of confusion crossed the minds of the two men who were left to linger in Toki's room, bound in place and wondering what was meant by such a sentiment. In the end, they chalked it up to Nathan being drunk and paid it no mind.
-The End
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