FIC: Relentless
Title: Relentless
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte
Categories: Joel Madden/Benji Madden, Fetish. PWP
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Megs & Kaos, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Benji & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: To anyone who’s read my Bon Jovi Slash this might look a little familiar. LOL - Cassie plagiarises herself!
Summary: Joel's having fun with a feather and there's not much Benji can do about it...
Basically, I was posting the original Jon/Richie version of this to slashfanfiction.com and started re-reading it. Then, as I was reading I started hearing Benji's giggle and seeing the twins so... I've re-written it as twincest!
His wrists tied behind his back with a thin shoelace, Benji lay on a soft rug in the centre of his living room floor. He was breathing loudly through his nose, duct tape covering his mouth in a crude gag. He jerked at the first touch of Joel's fingers on his ankles, his brother pulling off his sneakers and socks; discarding them without a second thought.
Joel grinned, watching the muscles in Benji's arms flex as he struggled against his bonds, quiet moans filtering from behind the makeshift gag. Slowly, he dragged his finger from the heel to the ball of first one of his feet, then the other, caressing the skin and tracing the curve of the arch. Benji's reaction was subtle, nothing more than a twitching of his toes; Joel would probably have missed it if he weren't as focused on Benji as he was. Crouching down beside Benji, Joel reached under him and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling on them until they slid down his muscular legs, before flipping him over and ripping his t-shirt down his chest. Benji wriggled, raising his head to watch, eyes going wide at the lust clearly etched on Joel's face.
Dipping his head to kiss Benji's cheek, Joel pulled him to his feet, sitting him on a small velvet chair and cuffing his hands behind him; right wrist to the back left chair leg and vice versa, his arms forming an 'X' behind him. His feet were tied to the chair legs as well, more shoelaces knotted firmly around his ankles.
Joel grinned as he watched Benji struggling on the chair and called his name softly, meeting his eyes as he lifted his head. Not breaking eye contact, Joel slowly stripped, teasing Benji as every inch of his flesh was revealed, his erection curving up against his stomach, balls heavy between his legs. Moaning softly, he stroked his cock; Benji's whimpers and his fingers making it twitch and throb.
Forcing himself to stop, Joel grabbed a chair and sat about two feet in front of Benji, moaning appreciatively as he sank down on the fabric. It was a wooden slatted kitchen chair, covered with fluffy white material. Heaven against his fevered skin. Lust quickly consumed him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he eyed Benji's exposed body, feeling identical eyes boring into his, trying to predict what he was going to do next.
Benji's answer came sooner than he expected when Joel reached out, lightly tickling his navel. He squirmed, trying to escape Joel's fingers, but his restraints held him in place. Leaning forward, Joel took an edge of the tape gagging Benji and yanked it off painlessly. Inhaling deeply, Benji opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Joel's fingers were darting across his belly, making him giggle and wriggle harder on the chair, bucking and thrashing uncontrollably, pulling on the handcuffs but completely unable to escape Joel's tormenting fingers. Across his navel, up each side of his rib cage and across his chest Joel's fingers travelled, all the while Benji was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face, his cock diamond-hard and dripping with pre-come.
Without pausing in his tickling, Joel leaned forward to kiss Benji hard, tongue lazily exploring his mouth, before pulling back and standing up. Walking around him, Joel opened a drawer and pulled out two small, soft pink feathers. Holding one in each between his thumb and forefinger, he wrapped his arms around Benji from behind, lightly stroking them across his swollen nipples.
Benji gasped as Joel twirled the torturous feathers against his nipples, then all across his chest. His moans quickly turned to more hysterical laughter and he started bucking on the chair, pulling frantically at his restraints in a futile frenzy to escape the increasingly intense torment of his exposed chest.
"Fuck! Joel, please… I… oh… Fuck… Joel, please, I can't take it! Oh God… "
Joel paused, crouching down in front of Benji, hands on his knees. "What will you do if I stop?"
"Anything," Benji gasped, tears of laughter still streaming down his face. "Anything, I'll suck you off, I'll fuck you, anything, just… Stop tickling, please Joel, please…"
Frowning lightly, Joel pretended to think about it. The prospect of Benji giving him a blowjob was one he couldn't resist - never could, in fact. Benji was very good at giving head, after all. Nodding, he placed the feathers on the chair behind him and stood up, bracing his hands on Benji's aching shoulders, the tip of his cock placed against his moist lips.
Benji's mouth was as soft as ever and Joel slid his cock in effortlessly, his breathing growing ragged at the first touch of Benji's tongue to his burning flesh, stroking and caressing. Benji was moaning too, the sound reverberating through Joel's cock and turning him on even more, his cock twitching with pleasure.
His eyes sliding closed, Joel's hands slid up to clutch the sides of Benji's head, his breathing reduced to pants and growls as he thrust hard, flooding Benji's mouth with come as his orgasm shot through him. Gasping for breath, Joel opened his eyes in time to watch Benji swallow every last drop, tongue stroking across his lips, caressing Joel's still half-hard cock.
"You are so fucking good at that," Joel grinned, running the backs of his fingers down Benji's cheek, kissing him on the lips, whimpering softly as he tasted himself. He walked around Benji and rested his chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck for a few minutes, hands running down his bound arms. "Stay still," he whispered into Benji's ear, uncuffing his wrists, then crouching down and untying his ankles. Benji whimpered softly but stayed seated, rubbing the red marks on his wrists where he had struggled against the handcuffs. "Follow me," Joel instructed Benji, leading him to the bedroom and telling him to lie down on the four-poster bed. Benji nodded and obeyed, sighing quietly as Joel tied his wrists and ankles to the head and foot of the bed.
Joel stood back to admire the view; Benji's body stretched out across the bed, taut and tensed, eyes closed and tongue parting his lips, lust clearly etched onto his face, cock still straining against his stomach. Joel sat down on the edge of the bed, scratching his finger along the sole of one of Benji's feet, watching as his eyes shot open, growing wider as Joel once again showed him the two feathers.
"Joel," Benji whined, voice quivering nervously. "You… You said you wouldn't…"
"I did, didn't I?" Joel replied thoughtfully as he stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, Benji's bound legs either side of him. "Guess I lied…" He grinned wolfishly, grazing the feathers along his sensitive heels.
Benji's reaction was instantaneous; gales of laughter escaping him as he tried to pull his legs away from Joel or kick him or do anything to get his feet away from those fucking feathers. But he was tied too tightly, he wasn't going anywhere, just had to lie there and take it. He'd given up on begging, repeating Joel's name in a hysterical mantra, punctuated every so often with a screamed "Please, oh god, no!"
Joel laughed, running the soft quills along the tender arches Benji's feet, up and down, back and forth, watching as Benji thrashed about on the bed, wiggling his feet, toes alternately spreading and curling. Fresh arousal sparked through Joel and he fluttered the feathers against Benji's toes, then between them sawing back and forth. Every so often he stopped to let Benji catch his breath but quickly return to assaulting his helpless feet, torturing the unbearably ticklish toes and soles.
Eventually, Joel dropped the feathers to the bed and began scribbling with his fingers against Benji's suffering arches. The switching between fingers and feathers continued for a good half hour and by the time it was done, Joel felt like his cock was ready to explode. Benji had come twice; his chest and stomach coated with dried and drying come, the itching only adding to his torment. Standing up, Joel smiled to himself; Benji was exhausted, head slumped down on his chest, breathing shallow and fast, skin coated in a light sheen of sweat. Dipping his head, Joel kissed Benji softly on the lips, drawing a low moan from him.
Benji's eyes opened and he grinned sleepily at Joel, moaning as he watched him climb onto the bed and settle between his spread legs, one finger sliding easily into him. Whimpering softly in pleasure, Benji struggled to raise his hips and push down against the finger, crying out with loss when it was withdrawn.
Joel grinned, fingers moving to lightly tickle Benji's inner thigh, muffled giggles spurring him on tickle harder. Benji groaned, starting to writhe on the bed, causing Joel to attack his thighs with even more vigour until he was screaming and laughing, begging and pleading with Joel.
"Joel… oh God, stop please! Stop… I can't, I… Oh God…. Joel, stop…. Stop tickling and… fu… fuck me!" His voice rose to a wail at the end of the sentence, gasping for breath when Joel's fingers finally fell away from his thighs.
Joel moaned, reaching behind him and untying Benji's ankles, pushing his legs up to his chest. Spitting into his hand, he roughly coated his cock then pushed into Benji in one long thrust, stopping to let him adjust, both of them moaning. Benji swore, fingers twisting as much as they could around the ropes securing him to the bed and pushed back against Joel, begging him to move. Nodding, Joel pulled out and then thrust back in again, quickly establishing a frantic rhythm, slamming his cock against Benji's prostate with every stroke, making him howl with need. Leaning forward, Joel brushed a lock of Benji's damp hair from his sweaty forehead, kissing him on the lips then grinning evilly, starting to lightly
"Joel! Fuck, no!" Benji screamed, starting to giggle again as Joel's fingers moved from his arms, down along his ribs to his stomach, tickling harder than he had all night. Screaming with laughter, Benji's muscles clenched and unclenched around Joel's throbbing cock as he writhed on the bed, both trying to escape Joel fingers and force his cock deeper in him, meeting his every thrust.
Growling, Joel's fingers clutched hard on Benji's waist, leaving bruises as he exploded with orgasm, shooting his load inside Benji's ass, the muscles still spasming around him. Trembling with the force of his orgasm, Joel forced himself to open his eyes, desperate to watch Benji come, screaming and bucking on the bed, before collapsing back down, his body limp and spent. He was utterly exhausted barely able to muster a smile as Joel untied him
“Love you Benj,” Joel whispered, curling up next to him, head resting on his chest as he switched off the lights and pulled the covers up around them.
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte
Categories: Joel Madden/Benji Madden, Fetish. PWP
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Megs & Kaos, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Benji & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: To anyone who’s read my Bon Jovi Slash this might look a little familiar. LOL - Cassie plagiarises herself!
Summary: Joel's having fun with a feather and there's not much Benji can do about it...
Basically, I was posting the original Jon/Richie version of this to slashfanfiction.com and started re-reading it. Then, as I was reading I started hearing Benji's giggle and seeing the twins so... I've re-written it as twincest!
His wrists tied behind his back with a thin shoelace, Benji lay on a soft rug in the centre of his living room floor. He was breathing loudly through his nose, duct tape covering his mouth in a crude gag. He jerked at the first touch of Joel's fingers on his ankles, his brother pulling off his sneakers and socks; discarding them without a second thought.
Joel grinned, watching the muscles in Benji's arms flex as he struggled against his bonds, quiet moans filtering from behind the makeshift gag. Slowly, he dragged his finger from the heel to the ball of first one of his feet, then the other, caressing the skin and tracing the curve of the arch. Benji's reaction was subtle, nothing more than a twitching of his toes; Joel would probably have missed it if he weren't as focused on Benji as he was. Crouching down beside Benji, Joel reached under him and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling on them until they slid down his muscular legs, before flipping him over and ripping his t-shirt down his chest. Benji wriggled, raising his head to watch, eyes going wide at the lust clearly etched on Joel's face.
Dipping his head to kiss Benji's cheek, Joel pulled him to his feet, sitting him on a small velvet chair and cuffing his hands behind him; right wrist to the back left chair leg and vice versa, his arms forming an 'X' behind him. His feet were tied to the chair legs as well, more shoelaces knotted firmly around his ankles.
Joel grinned as he watched Benji struggling on the chair and called his name softly, meeting his eyes as he lifted his head. Not breaking eye contact, Joel slowly stripped, teasing Benji as every inch of his flesh was revealed, his erection curving up against his stomach, balls heavy between his legs. Moaning softly, he stroked his cock; Benji's whimpers and his fingers making it twitch and throb.
Forcing himself to stop, Joel grabbed a chair and sat about two feet in front of Benji, moaning appreciatively as he sank down on the fabric. It was a wooden slatted kitchen chair, covered with fluffy white material. Heaven against his fevered skin. Lust quickly consumed him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he eyed Benji's exposed body, feeling identical eyes boring into his, trying to predict what he was going to do next.
Benji's answer came sooner than he expected when Joel reached out, lightly tickling his navel. He squirmed, trying to escape Joel's fingers, but his restraints held him in place. Leaning forward, Joel took an edge of the tape gagging Benji and yanked it off painlessly. Inhaling deeply, Benji opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Joel's fingers were darting across his belly, making him giggle and wriggle harder on the chair, bucking and thrashing uncontrollably, pulling on the handcuffs but completely unable to escape Joel's tormenting fingers. Across his navel, up each side of his rib cage and across his chest Joel's fingers travelled, all the while Benji was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face, his cock diamond-hard and dripping with pre-come.
Without pausing in his tickling, Joel leaned forward to kiss Benji hard, tongue lazily exploring his mouth, before pulling back and standing up. Walking around him, Joel opened a drawer and pulled out two small, soft pink feathers. Holding one in each between his thumb and forefinger, he wrapped his arms around Benji from behind, lightly stroking them across his swollen nipples.
Benji gasped as Joel twirled the torturous feathers against his nipples, then all across his chest. His moans quickly turned to more hysterical laughter and he started bucking on the chair, pulling frantically at his restraints in a futile frenzy to escape the increasingly intense torment of his exposed chest.
"Fuck! Joel, please… I… oh… Fuck… Joel, please, I can't take it! Oh God… "
Joel paused, crouching down in front of Benji, hands on his knees. "What will you do if I stop?"
"Anything," Benji gasped, tears of laughter still streaming down his face. "Anything, I'll suck you off, I'll fuck you, anything, just… Stop tickling, please Joel, please…"
Frowning lightly, Joel pretended to think about it. The prospect of Benji giving him a blowjob was one he couldn't resist - never could, in fact. Benji was very good at giving head, after all. Nodding, he placed the feathers on the chair behind him and stood up, bracing his hands on Benji's aching shoulders, the tip of his cock placed against his moist lips.
Benji's mouth was as soft as ever and Joel slid his cock in effortlessly, his breathing growing ragged at the first touch of Benji's tongue to his burning flesh, stroking and caressing. Benji was moaning too, the sound reverberating through Joel's cock and turning him on even more, his cock twitching with pleasure.
His eyes sliding closed, Joel's hands slid up to clutch the sides of Benji's head, his breathing reduced to pants and growls as he thrust hard, flooding Benji's mouth with come as his orgasm shot through him. Gasping for breath, Joel opened his eyes in time to watch Benji swallow every last drop, tongue stroking across his lips, caressing Joel's still half-hard cock.
"You are so fucking good at that," Joel grinned, running the backs of his fingers down Benji's cheek, kissing him on the lips, whimpering softly as he tasted himself. He walked around Benji and rested his chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck for a few minutes, hands running down his bound arms. "Stay still," he whispered into Benji's ear, uncuffing his wrists, then crouching down and untying his ankles. Benji whimpered softly but stayed seated, rubbing the red marks on his wrists where he had struggled against the handcuffs. "Follow me," Joel instructed Benji, leading him to the bedroom and telling him to lie down on the four-poster bed. Benji nodded and obeyed, sighing quietly as Joel tied his wrists and ankles to the head and foot of the bed.
Joel stood back to admire the view; Benji's body stretched out across the bed, taut and tensed, eyes closed and tongue parting his lips, lust clearly etched onto his face, cock still straining against his stomach. Joel sat down on the edge of the bed, scratching his finger along the sole of one of Benji's feet, watching as his eyes shot open, growing wider as Joel once again showed him the two feathers.
"Joel," Benji whined, voice quivering nervously. "You… You said you wouldn't…"
"I did, didn't I?" Joel replied thoughtfully as he stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, Benji's bound legs either side of him. "Guess I lied…" He grinned wolfishly, grazing the feathers along his sensitive heels.
Benji's reaction was instantaneous; gales of laughter escaping him as he tried to pull his legs away from Joel or kick him or do anything to get his feet away from those fucking feathers. But he was tied too tightly, he wasn't going anywhere, just had to lie there and take it. He'd given up on begging, repeating Joel's name in a hysterical mantra, punctuated every so often with a screamed "Please, oh god, no!"
Joel laughed, running the soft quills along the tender arches Benji's feet, up and down, back and forth, watching as Benji thrashed about on the bed, wiggling his feet, toes alternately spreading and curling. Fresh arousal sparked through Joel and he fluttered the feathers against Benji's toes, then between them sawing back and forth. Every so often he stopped to let Benji catch his breath but quickly return to assaulting his helpless feet, torturing the unbearably ticklish toes and soles.
Eventually, Joel dropped the feathers to the bed and began scribbling with his fingers against Benji's suffering arches. The switching between fingers and feathers continued for a good half hour and by the time it was done, Joel felt like his cock was ready to explode. Benji had come twice; his chest and stomach coated with dried and drying come, the itching only adding to his torment. Standing up, Joel smiled to himself; Benji was exhausted, head slumped down on his chest, breathing shallow and fast, skin coated in a light sheen of sweat. Dipping his head, Joel kissed Benji softly on the lips, drawing a low moan from him.
Benji's eyes opened and he grinned sleepily at Joel, moaning as he watched him climb onto the bed and settle between his spread legs, one finger sliding easily into him. Whimpering softly in pleasure, Benji struggled to raise his hips and push down against the finger, crying out with loss when it was withdrawn.
Joel grinned, fingers moving to lightly tickle Benji's inner thigh, muffled giggles spurring him on tickle harder. Benji groaned, starting to writhe on the bed, causing Joel to attack his thighs with even more vigour until he was screaming and laughing, begging and pleading with Joel.
"Joel… oh God, stop please! Stop… I can't, I… Oh God…. Joel, stop…. Stop tickling and… fu… fuck me!" His voice rose to a wail at the end of the sentence, gasping for breath when Joel's fingers finally fell away from his thighs.
Joel moaned, reaching behind him and untying Benji's ankles, pushing his legs up to his chest. Spitting into his hand, he roughly coated his cock then pushed into Benji in one long thrust, stopping to let him adjust, both of them moaning. Benji swore, fingers twisting as much as they could around the ropes securing him to the bed and pushed back against Joel, begging him to move. Nodding, Joel pulled out and then thrust back in again, quickly establishing a frantic rhythm, slamming his cock against Benji's prostate with every stroke, making him howl with need. Leaning forward, Joel brushed a lock of Benji's damp hair from his sweaty forehead, kissing him on the lips then grinning evilly, starting to lightly
"Joel! Fuck, no!" Benji screamed, starting to giggle again as Joel's fingers moved from his arms, down along his ribs to his stomach, tickling harder than he had all night. Screaming with laughter, Benji's muscles clenched and unclenched around Joel's throbbing cock as he writhed on the bed, both trying to escape Joel fingers and force his cock deeper in him, meeting his every thrust.
Growling, Joel's fingers clutched hard on Benji's waist, leaving bruises as he exploded with orgasm, shooting his load inside Benji's ass, the muscles still spasming around him. Trembling with the force of his orgasm, Joel forced himself to open his eyes, desperate to watch Benji come, screaming and bucking on the bed, before collapsing back down, his body limp and spent. He was utterly exhausted barely able to muster a smile as Joel untied him
“Love you Benj,” Joel whispered, curling up next to him, head resting on his chest as he switched off the lights and pulled the covers up around them.