Make Me Hurt (1/1)
Title: Make Me Hurt
Pairing: John Roecker/Billie Joe
Rating: NC-17
Author: ME BITCHES
Summary: Billie's never felt the need to be abused in his life. Until now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the fucking text below.
Notes: Written especially for Mr. Roecker himself, I hope you enjoy xoxo
Billie's heart was hammering inside his ribcage, threatening to break free any moment. His eyes were wild and glassy, glazed over with a lust, a fire so hot it burned the marrow of his bones and stirred like lava in his lower abdomen and groin. Every inch of his exposed, sinfully inked skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat as he tried to jerk away from his bonds and into the magical ministrations of the man above him.
A whimper fell past his lips as John placed a kiss on his thigh, his hands running in slow, sensual circles over his hips. "J-John.."
A dark smirk curled over the man's features as he looked over Billie's body, a spread feast. A wonderful, wonderful picnic just waiting to be tended to. Leaning forward, John kissed Billie's navel and trailed all the way towards his ribcage.
Billie Joe couldn't take it, he gritted his teeth and bucked his hips helplessly. He wanted to be touched, he wanted release. He fucking needed it. He moaned loud and long as John's hands began to knead his hips, thumbs tracing over his V line.
"...Please.." panting, bucking, shaking, his voice was paper thin. But John heard.
"Please.. What?" It was a low growl. It made Billie grow impossibly harder.
"Make me hurt," Billie begged after a moment. He was babbling, "Touch me, fuck me, hurt me, I don't care, just stop fucking teasing me.. Please, please.." John levelled their faces and stared directly into Billie's lust glazed eyes.
"What's in it for me?" his breath alighted Billie's sweaty, rosy-cheeked face.
"Anything. I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
A buck of his hips and a moan proved his point. "Yes.."
John smiled darkly and grabbed a fistful of Billie's hair, yanked hard enough to break his neck. Almost. Straddling Billie's chest, John felt the heat of Billie's mouth come dangerously close to his rock hard prick, and he let out a groan. "Suck it, bitch. And you'll get your chance."
Obediently, Billie's mouth widened, his tongue outstretched as he took the head of John's cock into his mouth. Throwing his head back, John forced his hips forward, driving his manhood deeper down Billie's throat.
John moaned, gripped Billie's hair harder. Billie was an expert at this, his tongue massaging the slit and wrapping around the shaft, and his mouth was so hot and that coy look he was giving him..
Obviously the little minx didn't have much of a gag reflex, proven every time John's cock hit the back of Billie's throat. It felt so good.. So damn good.. He moaned and Billie looked up, eyes wide as John fucked his bitch's mouth.
He was in complete control.
John felt his orgasm beginning to build, he felt all sensations close around his groin and his muscles tighten and his vision blur. He wanted to keep going, to keep thrusting into Billie's mouth aimlessly until his hot cum was swallowed down, but somewhere in his mind, it was registered he had to stop.
Billie had to come too.
Relictanty, John pulled out of Billie's mouth and released his hair, panting, heart in his mouth.
"You'll get it, you slut," John panted upon hearing Billie's whimper.
John's fingers scrambled on the nightstand, looking for lube. Billie didn't need preparation. He was a slut. A whore. He could take it. And if he couldn't, he'd better be screaming John's name.
Upon finding the lube, John coated his prick and lowered himself to Billie's entrance. Billie looked down, hungry, needy, begging with his eyes and the way his breath came so fucking fast..
John thrust his hips hungrily forward and immediately started into a steady pace, gripping at Billie's sides and digging his fingernails into the soft, white skin. Billie yelped and squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head against the pillow, straining against the bonds with every thrust of John's hips.
Slowly, Billie got used to the feeling and his yelps of pain slowly melted into soft mewls and low moans of pleasure, his inked chest heaving as John continued to fuck him into oblivion.
John picked up his pace then, shoving his cock deeper into Billie's tight ass, growling. Dirty. Billie moaned loudly and formed a perfect arch off the bed as John began ramming his prostate, sending him into waves of unbelievable pleasure.
John's orgasm was thundering towards him like a freight train, and his thrusts became sloppy as his vision went white and everything in the world came down to his cock and the heat of Billie's ass and then..
"Billie.. Oh my God," he growled as he came, squeezing his eyes shut and riding out his climax, burying himself into the overwhelming heat.
And still, Billir hadn't come, even as John's semen filled his ass.
When John pulled out, Billie cried out at the sudden void, bucking helplessly. "Finish me off, master, please, please.. Please, John.."
Master.
John smiled wickedly and grabbed Billie's cock and pumped him smoothly. It only took three thrusts until Billie was gone and spunking all over his lower belly and John's fingers. He screamed, long and loud, purely out of pleasure and arched his body nearly in half off of the bed.
John watched, fascinated, as Billie's orgasm ended and his eyes fluttered shut. His body whimper heavily back onto the sheets as he panted.
John gave the boy a minute to lie there before untying hid wrists and ankles from the bedposts and closed his legs. Billie's arms fell to his sides and he flexed his fingers lazily as the life seeped back into them. Then his green eyes, which now seemed to be glowing, looked up at John's very pleased face.
"Thank you," he breathed before pulling John down next to him and burying his face into John's neck. Freezing, John wasn't sure how to respond, but eventually threw an arm over Billie's torso and relaxed. "I hope you don't mind if I stay here the night," he whispered. "I'm too spent to move."
John sighed, "I don't mind, Billie. That was an awesome fuck. I guess the least I could do is give you a place to sleep."
Billie smiled against John's skin and quickly fell asleep.
Pairing: John Roecker/Billie Joe
Rating: NC-17
Author: ME BITCHES
Summary: Billie's never felt the need to be abused in his life. Until now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the fucking text below.
Notes: Written especially for Mr. Roecker himself, I hope you enjoy xoxo
Billie's heart was hammering inside his ribcage, threatening to break free any moment. His eyes were wild and glassy, glazed over with a lust, a fire so hot it burned the marrow of his bones and stirred like lava in his lower abdomen and groin. Every inch of his exposed, sinfully inked skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat as he tried to jerk away from his bonds and into the magical ministrations of the man above him.
A whimper fell past his lips as John placed a kiss on his thigh, his hands running in slow, sensual circles over his hips. "J-John.."
A dark smirk curled over the man's features as he looked over Billie's body, a spread feast. A wonderful, wonderful picnic just waiting to be tended to. Leaning forward, John kissed Billie's navel and trailed all the way towards his ribcage.
Billie Joe couldn't take it, he gritted his teeth and bucked his hips helplessly. He wanted to be touched, he wanted release. He fucking needed it. He moaned loud and long as John's hands began to knead his hips, thumbs tracing over his V line.
"...Please.." panting, bucking, shaking, his voice was paper thin. But John heard.
"Please.. What?" It was a low growl. It made Billie grow impossibly harder.
"Make me hurt," Billie begged after a moment. He was babbling, "Touch me, fuck me, hurt me, I don't care, just stop fucking teasing me.. Please, please.." John levelled their faces and stared directly into Billie's lust glazed eyes.
"What's in it for me?" his breath alighted Billie's sweaty, rosy-cheeked face.
"Anything. I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
A buck of his hips and a moan proved his point. "Yes.."
John smiled darkly and grabbed a fistful of Billie's hair, yanked hard enough to break his neck. Almost. Straddling Billie's chest, John felt the heat of Billie's mouth come dangerously close to his rock hard prick, and he let out a groan. "Suck it, bitch. And you'll get your chance."
Obediently, Billie's mouth widened, his tongue outstretched as he took the head of John's cock into his mouth. Throwing his head back, John forced his hips forward, driving his manhood deeper down Billie's throat.
John moaned, gripped Billie's hair harder. Billie was an expert at this, his tongue massaging the slit and wrapping around the shaft, and his mouth was so hot and that coy look he was giving him..
Obviously the little minx didn't have much of a gag reflex, proven every time John's cock hit the back of Billie's throat. It felt so good.. So damn good.. He moaned and Billie looked up, eyes wide as John fucked his bitch's mouth.
He was in complete control.
John felt his orgasm beginning to build, he felt all sensations close around his groin and his muscles tighten and his vision blur. He wanted to keep going, to keep thrusting into Billie's mouth aimlessly until his hot cum was swallowed down, but somewhere in his mind, it was registered he had to stop.
Billie had to come too.
Relictanty, John pulled out of Billie's mouth and released his hair, panting, heart in his mouth.
"You'll get it, you slut," John panted upon hearing Billie's whimper.
John's fingers scrambled on the nightstand, looking for lube. Billie didn't need preparation. He was a slut. A whore. He could take it. And if he couldn't, he'd better be screaming John's name.
Upon finding the lube, John coated his prick and lowered himself to Billie's entrance. Billie looked down, hungry, needy, begging with his eyes and the way his breath came so fucking fast..
John thrust his hips hungrily forward and immediately started into a steady pace, gripping at Billie's sides and digging his fingernails into the soft, white skin. Billie yelped and squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head against the pillow, straining against the bonds with every thrust of John's hips.
Slowly, Billie got used to the feeling and his yelps of pain slowly melted into soft mewls and low moans of pleasure, his inked chest heaving as John continued to fuck him into oblivion.
John picked up his pace then, shoving his cock deeper into Billie's tight ass, growling. Dirty. Billie moaned loudly and formed a perfect arch off the bed as John began ramming his prostate, sending him into waves of unbelievable pleasure.
John's orgasm was thundering towards him like a freight train, and his thrusts became sloppy as his vision went white and everything in the world came down to his cock and the heat of Billie's ass and then..
"Billie.. Oh my God," he growled as he came, squeezing his eyes shut and riding out his climax, burying himself into the overwhelming heat.
And still, Billir hadn't come, even as John's semen filled his ass.
When John pulled out, Billie cried out at the sudden void, bucking helplessly. "Finish me off, master, please, please.. Please, John.."
Master.
John smiled wickedly and grabbed Billie's cock and pumped him smoothly. It only took three thrusts until Billie was gone and spunking all over his lower belly and John's fingers. He screamed, long and loud, purely out of pleasure and arched his body nearly in half off of the bed.
John watched, fascinated, as Billie's orgasm ended and his eyes fluttered shut. His body whimper heavily back onto the sheets as he panted.
John gave the boy a minute to lie there before untying hid wrists and ankles from the bedposts and closed his legs. Billie's arms fell to his sides and he flexed his fingers lazily as the life seeped back into them. Then his green eyes, which now seemed to be glowing, looked up at John's very pleased face.
"Thank you," he breathed before pulling John down next to him and burying his face into John's neck. Freezing, John wasn't sure how to respond, but eventually threw an arm over Billie's torso and relaxed. "I hope you don't mind if I stay here the night," he whispered. "I'm too spent to move."
John sighed, "I don't mind, Billie. That was an awesome fuck. I guess the least I could do is give you a place to sleep."
Billie smiled against John's skin and quickly fell asleep.