There's Nothing Wrong With Me part 4
A/N: So, this part took a lot of work on my part. It started out as mostly dialogue, and I hated it. I scrapped about two thirds of it and restarted. I ended up with this. And I think I fucking love it.
There’s Nothing Wrong with Me 4
Time was moving in slow motion for Billie Joe as he watched the Rev tease Fink before turning back to him. “Tell me now, Billie-boy, are you ready to be saved tonight?”
Billie nodded immediately. “Yes, Rev.” He answered. Here came the part of him he had always wanted to see in action. Everyone else loved to watch the Rev, and now he would get to too. Twitch was a holy man of the sexiest kind, and he knew just how to work the spirit into a man. Billie wanted something in him for sure, and Twitch was the way he’d be getting it.
Twitch smiled kindly and put a hand on his head, closing his eyes in prayer once more. He opened them a moment later and kissed the kneeling singer. “You are blessed. Now lemme show you just what a man of God can do.” His husky purr had Billie trembling again. The preacher’s hands trailed along his chest, his abs, the bulge in his pants. This time Billie didn’t utter a sound. He couldn’t lose the contact again; not while knowing that the next time he did would be the last.
“Are you just gonna stand there and bleed some eye salt, Fink, or are you gonna get off your kinky ass and offer this humble holy man your assistance?” Twitch turned his head to look at the glaring figure. Fink’s devil tail was slashing viciously at the air as his green-with-envy eyes pierced into the drunken man.
“Why the fuck should I help you?” He spewed, downing the rest of his beer in one furious gulp. The black of his lips caught on his bottle as the liquid poured down his throat before the brown glass was thrown at a wall and left to shatter.
Twitch leaned in, cuddling against Billie’s chest and looking up Fink through his eyelashes as his fingers played across the muscles in Billie’s arms. “Don’t be that way, Finky. You don’t want me to rock and roll with Billie Boy Blue all on my lonesome, do you?”
Fink growled at the smirk on Twitch’s lips and the false innocence in his eyes. “Son of bitch!” He shoved the good Reverend off of Billie’s lap before pushing the bound man to the floor. He unhooked his belt without losing eye contact with the needy front man. He smirked as the belt hit the floor with a solid thud. He dropped his pants next, then his boxers, so that they pooled at the floor where he stood. He stepped out of the little puddle and sat on Billie’s chest, watching with deep amusement as the singer eyed his cock with lust tinting his gaze.
Twitch snickered as he crawled towards Billie’s waist and -taking advantage of his distraction- pulled away his pants and boxers. Billie squirmed a bit, feeling cold on his lower half, and tried to look to see what the holy hip swinger was up to. He was stopped by Fink’s fingers taking a firm hold of his cheeks and forcing him to look up into his eyes. “It doesn’t fucking matter what he does! Look at me!” Billie did, taking in the black curls, the nefarious green eyes, black-as-pitch lips, and that sinful cock. He was overcome by want, by need, by hunger.
He shuddered and looked back up into the eyes of the Devil and wondered how he was supposed to be saved when sin was sitting here on his chest. Fink’s fingers dug into his shoulders and he fought back a groan. No noise this time; he had promised. He couldn’t lose this time; couldn’t go without release. Fink leaned down and bit and sucked on Billie’s pulse as he slid out of his jacket. “C’mon Beej, tell me how good this feels. Tell me how much you want me.”
God watched as the Devil tempted his little sinner. He felt his dick stir in response to those heavy lidded lusty eyes that gazed back up at the evil man. Despite the temptations, the boy’s lips remained sealed. With a smile, he grabbed a couple more beers and brought them over towards Billie’s exposed lower body. He stroked a single finger up the transgressor’s erection slowly as he opened a beer with his other hand. Billie bucked, but made no noise. God twirled his finger around the tip and smirked around his bottle as the tortured man writhed beneath him. Not a sound was uttered except his ragged breathing.
“Tell me, Billie Joe, how much you need me, and I promise I’ll fuck you senseless.” The Devil smiled sickeningly sweetly and Billie clamped his eyes shut.
‘Lies. They’re all fucking lies.’ Billie told himself calmly, trying to remember to inhale. This was Twitch’s point; what he wanted all along. Obedience. Strychnine may not be as bad as Fink, but he still had his demands, and they were certainly to be followed.
Billie Joe felt God’s lips on his cock and his back arched; a deep throaty moan swallowed back by the sheer force of his will. It was both the best and worst punishment; getting nowhere and feeling good all the way there.
“Come now, Billie,” the Devil cooed in his ear as he tangled his fingers in the soft black hair of the writhing man. “just give me a little noise so I know you want me.” Fingers ran along his cheekbones and he thought he’d explode. His chest hurt from keeping it in, but he couldn’t let the Devil win. He wouldn’t be able to take it.
Finally, sick of playing a torturous God, Twitch grinned up at Fink’s back. “Enough. We ain’t here to play chess. We’re about to deliver a sinner, Finkers.”
“I’m afraid salvation isn’t really my thing, Strychnine.” Fink’s long nail cut into Billie’s cheek, leaving a stream of blood to dribble down as his teeth sunk once more into the condemned man’s pulse. Billie chewed apart his lip to remain silent. Not a sound, not a single one.
“This ain’t no game of sacrificial lamb, either.” The Reverend snapped, taking a long swig of his beer. “Billie’s been repentin’ and resistin’ and now it’s time for his faith to be rewarded. Now let him take his communion.”
Fink rolled his eyes and sighed, but decided it was in his best interest to play along. He shifted a bit so that his cock was in front of the singer’s mouth. “Suck it, bitch.” Hungrily, Billie obliged; bringing his mouth as far up the erect dick as he could in his position before gently scraping his teeth down and swirling his tongue across the slit. Fink moaned out a loud “Fuck!” and threw back his head.
“Remember to stay silent.” The Rev warned his congregate. Once more taking advantage of Billie’s distraction, the preacher prepared to enter him. He stripped quickly, already hard from watching Fink’s ministrations on Billie Joe’s defenseless body. Finding no lube, he dumped the rest of the contents of the brown bottle at his side onto his throbbing prick and entered roughly into the penitent man.
Billie arched and squirmed as he was penetrated, trying to remain silent as he waited for the painful sensations to evaporate into pleasure. As they did, he began to thrust his hips down; trying to take as much of the good Reverend into himself as he could. Twitch held onto the fidgeting man’s thighs as he thrust in deeper.
The suppressed moans were nothing more than silent vibrations in Billie’s throat, and Fink thrust deeper into his mouth to try to make contact with their sensations. He continued to suck and massage the Devil’s manhood with his tongue as he was overcome by the feeling of being filled so completely. Twitch panted as he rode his little sinner as hard as he could. He reached out and took the bound man’s cock in his hand, gripping it and stroking it in time to his thrusts. Billie’s back arched as Fink’s thrusts into his mouth synchronized with the other bewitchment of his body.
Fink was the first to cave; spilling his hot white seed into the lusty boy’s mouth. Billie swallowed it up, licking his lips clean as Fink pulled out of him. He was getting so close, he could feel it thrumming through his very core. Twitch thrusted and stroked and Billie found that with the absence of Fink’s length filling his mouth, it was much harder to keep quiet. His body arched and writhed, coated with a glimmering sheen of sweat. Twitch’s own eyes were filled with maddening lust, and he was crying out nonsense to the heavens as he himself came; leaving traces of himself behind inside Billie Joe.
Finally it was Billie’s turn. His body shuddered and quivered, almost violently, and he grit his lips tight to retain any sound. His head and heart pounded and his vision swam. He was almost positive that he would black out. He writhed and gasped in air before his body finally relaxed and the pounding in his head gradually receded behind his tightly closed eyes. A hand was softly rubbing his stomach while another toyed with his hair as he finally opened his jade orbs. Two sets of similar eyes gazed back at him.
Twitch leaned down and kissed Billie’s navel. “Good job, Backlash Billie. You did this prayin’ man proud.” Billie gave a pleading glance up into the cleric’s eyes and was met by a soft smile and a nod. He unclenched his aching jaw and took in deep gasps of air in relief.
“Thank you, Reverend.” He moaned out.
Fink growled. “Goddammit, Strychnine; you just keep spoiling my fun!” He growled. Then, as he looked at the naked drunk, he smirked. “I think it’s about time you get what you deserve.
Never before would you have seen fear in God’s eyes until the Devil uttered these words.
There’s Nothing Wrong with Me 4
Time was moving in slow motion for Billie Joe as he watched the Rev tease Fink before turning back to him. “Tell me now, Billie-boy, are you ready to be saved tonight?”
Billie nodded immediately. “Yes, Rev.” He answered. Here came the part of him he had always wanted to see in action. Everyone else loved to watch the Rev, and now he would get to too. Twitch was a holy man of the sexiest kind, and he knew just how to work the spirit into a man. Billie wanted something in him for sure, and Twitch was the way he’d be getting it.
Twitch smiled kindly and put a hand on his head, closing his eyes in prayer once more. He opened them a moment later and kissed the kneeling singer. “You are blessed. Now lemme show you just what a man of God can do.” His husky purr had Billie trembling again. The preacher’s hands trailed along his chest, his abs, the bulge in his pants. This time Billie didn’t utter a sound. He couldn’t lose the contact again; not while knowing that the next time he did would be the last.
“Are you just gonna stand there and bleed some eye salt, Fink, or are you gonna get off your kinky ass and offer this humble holy man your assistance?” Twitch turned his head to look at the glaring figure. Fink’s devil tail was slashing viciously at the air as his green-with-envy eyes pierced into the drunken man.
“Why the fuck should I help you?” He spewed, downing the rest of his beer in one furious gulp. The black of his lips caught on his bottle as the liquid poured down his throat before the brown glass was thrown at a wall and left to shatter.
Twitch leaned in, cuddling against Billie’s chest and looking up Fink through his eyelashes as his fingers played across the muscles in Billie’s arms. “Don’t be that way, Finky. You don’t want me to rock and roll with Billie Boy Blue all on my lonesome, do you?”
Fink growled at the smirk on Twitch’s lips and the false innocence in his eyes. “Son of bitch!” He shoved the good Reverend off of Billie’s lap before pushing the bound man to the floor. He unhooked his belt without losing eye contact with the needy front man. He smirked as the belt hit the floor with a solid thud. He dropped his pants next, then his boxers, so that they pooled at the floor where he stood. He stepped out of the little puddle and sat on Billie’s chest, watching with deep amusement as the singer eyed his cock with lust tinting his gaze.
Twitch snickered as he crawled towards Billie’s waist and -taking advantage of his distraction- pulled away his pants and boxers. Billie squirmed a bit, feeling cold on his lower half, and tried to look to see what the holy hip swinger was up to. He was stopped by Fink’s fingers taking a firm hold of his cheeks and forcing him to look up into his eyes. “It doesn’t fucking matter what he does! Look at me!” Billie did, taking in the black curls, the nefarious green eyes, black-as-pitch lips, and that sinful cock. He was overcome by want, by need, by hunger.
He shuddered and looked back up into the eyes of the Devil and wondered how he was supposed to be saved when sin was sitting here on his chest. Fink’s fingers dug into his shoulders and he fought back a groan. No noise this time; he had promised. He couldn’t lose this time; couldn’t go without release. Fink leaned down and bit and sucked on Billie’s pulse as he slid out of his jacket. “C’mon Beej, tell me how good this feels. Tell me how much you want me.”
God watched as the Devil tempted his little sinner. He felt his dick stir in response to those heavy lidded lusty eyes that gazed back up at the evil man. Despite the temptations, the boy’s lips remained sealed. With a smile, he grabbed a couple more beers and brought them over towards Billie’s exposed lower body. He stroked a single finger up the transgressor’s erection slowly as he opened a beer with his other hand. Billie bucked, but made no noise. God twirled his finger around the tip and smirked around his bottle as the tortured man writhed beneath him. Not a sound was uttered except his ragged breathing.
“Tell me, Billie Joe, how much you need me, and I promise I’ll fuck you senseless.” The Devil smiled sickeningly sweetly and Billie clamped his eyes shut.
‘Lies. They’re all fucking lies.’ Billie told himself calmly, trying to remember to inhale. This was Twitch’s point; what he wanted all along. Obedience. Strychnine may not be as bad as Fink, but he still had his demands, and they were certainly to be followed.
Billie Joe felt God’s lips on his cock and his back arched; a deep throaty moan swallowed back by the sheer force of his will. It was both the best and worst punishment; getting nowhere and feeling good all the way there.
“Come now, Billie,” the Devil cooed in his ear as he tangled his fingers in the soft black hair of the writhing man. “just give me a little noise so I know you want me.” Fingers ran along his cheekbones and he thought he’d explode. His chest hurt from keeping it in, but he couldn’t let the Devil win. He wouldn’t be able to take it.
Finally, sick of playing a torturous God, Twitch grinned up at Fink’s back. “Enough. We ain’t here to play chess. We’re about to deliver a sinner, Finkers.”
“I’m afraid salvation isn’t really my thing, Strychnine.” Fink’s long nail cut into Billie’s cheek, leaving a stream of blood to dribble down as his teeth sunk once more into the condemned man’s pulse. Billie chewed apart his lip to remain silent. Not a sound, not a single one.
“This ain’t no game of sacrificial lamb, either.” The Reverend snapped, taking a long swig of his beer. “Billie’s been repentin’ and resistin’ and now it’s time for his faith to be rewarded. Now let him take his communion.”
Fink rolled his eyes and sighed, but decided it was in his best interest to play along. He shifted a bit so that his cock was in front of the singer’s mouth. “Suck it, bitch.” Hungrily, Billie obliged; bringing his mouth as far up the erect dick as he could in his position before gently scraping his teeth down and swirling his tongue across the slit. Fink moaned out a loud “Fuck!” and threw back his head.
“Remember to stay silent.” The Rev warned his congregate. Once more taking advantage of Billie’s distraction, the preacher prepared to enter him. He stripped quickly, already hard from watching Fink’s ministrations on Billie Joe’s defenseless body. Finding no lube, he dumped the rest of the contents of the brown bottle at his side onto his throbbing prick and entered roughly into the penitent man.
Billie arched and squirmed as he was penetrated, trying to remain silent as he waited for the painful sensations to evaporate into pleasure. As they did, he began to thrust his hips down; trying to take as much of the good Reverend into himself as he could. Twitch held onto the fidgeting man’s thighs as he thrust in deeper.
The suppressed moans were nothing more than silent vibrations in Billie’s throat, and Fink thrust deeper into his mouth to try to make contact with their sensations. He continued to suck and massage the Devil’s manhood with his tongue as he was overcome by the feeling of being filled so completely. Twitch panted as he rode his little sinner as hard as he could. He reached out and took the bound man’s cock in his hand, gripping it and stroking it in time to his thrusts. Billie’s back arched as Fink’s thrusts into his mouth synchronized with the other bewitchment of his body.
Fink was the first to cave; spilling his hot white seed into the lusty boy’s mouth. Billie swallowed it up, licking his lips clean as Fink pulled out of him. He was getting so close, he could feel it thrumming through his very core. Twitch thrusted and stroked and Billie found that with the absence of Fink’s length filling his mouth, it was much harder to keep quiet. His body arched and writhed, coated with a glimmering sheen of sweat. Twitch’s own eyes were filled with maddening lust, and he was crying out nonsense to the heavens as he himself came; leaving traces of himself behind inside Billie Joe.
Finally it was Billie’s turn. His body shuddered and quivered, almost violently, and he grit his lips tight to retain any sound. His head and heart pounded and his vision swam. He was almost positive that he would black out. He writhed and gasped in air before his body finally relaxed and the pounding in his head gradually receded behind his tightly closed eyes. A hand was softly rubbing his stomach while another toyed with his hair as he finally opened his jade orbs. Two sets of similar eyes gazed back at him.
Twitch leaned down and kissed Billie’s navel. “Good job, Backlash Billie. You did this prayin’ man proud.” Billie gave a pleading glance up into the cleric’s eyes and was met by a soft smile and a nod. He unclenched his aching jaw and took in deep gasps of air in relief.
“Thank you, Reverend.” He moaned out.
Fink growled. “Goddammit, Strychnine; you just keep spoiling my fun!” He growled. Then, as he looked at the naked drunk, he smirked. “I think it’s about time you get what you deserve.
Never before would you have seen fear in God’s eyes until the Devil uttered these words.