Faceache, Denthead, Brainache, Dullard, Stu-pot, Two-Dents, 2D. Stuart Pot. How many names did one brain dead singer need?
Murdoc growled as his thoughts trailed back to the Blue haired idiot. The olive skinned bassist was currently sitting in his Winnebago, half drunk off his ass like usual. His obsession over one Stuart Pot was always carefully hidden his stares inside the hard glares, the touches when he beats the crap out of him, the unspoken words in his angry rants about him and the untold feelings inside his rage filled screams. No one notices them hidden inside.
Murdoc Faust Niccals was in love with Stuart Pot, and he hated it. It never was suppose to happen...but it did...Murdoc often wondered where the attraction started. Maybe it was the others looks. Skinny, pale, Blue hair like the Azure sky, black onyx eyes that seemed to stare into his soul... the cute little ass he just wanted to...Murdoc groaned and dropped his head into his hand. There he slipped up again.
Normally he would be able to control his emotions, stuffing them inside and dealing with them later but for some reason these ones about 2D have been more bothersome...Maybe it was the way he followed him around like a lost puppy, nearly oblivious to the negative he produces and the world as the painkillers transport him to another place...maybe he is there too...Damn it not again!
Giving a cry of anger he threw the bottle of vodka against the wall, luckily it just bounced off its contents surprising not all over the floor but shifting violently in bottle's belly. Murdoc stands angrily as he begins to pace around. "NO! I said I'd stop...today!" he growled to himself as he willed himself not to think about the idiot.
Murdoc was a lot of things. Filthy thanks to his hygiene habits, An alcoholic, chain smoker, satanist, cat burner, a 'sick fuck', a bastard, jerk, asshole, he had been called all names under the sun. but the thing was he was greedy as hell, he wanted everything, and didn't share his possessions easily. But there was one thing he wouldn't delve in.
2D, the only person to have ever invoke feelings like this inside him, and he won't act on them. He had his reasons, as always, one was he had an image to uphold...another thing, he wasn't into blokes despite the feeling for the singer...and the third reason was surprising. He was a good 13 years older than him, it just wouldn't be right. He was just everything the singer should stay away from...
And the worst part of it, he knew the damaged boy would easily return his feelings, in spite of all the shit he had put him through, he would still forgive and forget...it just the way the dullard was. But Murdoc has already ruined his life enough, running him over twice, knocking out his teeth, beating him.. abusing him, it just wasn't right.
Murdoc groaned as he was getting lost in his feelings again as he slammed his fists up to his head trying to get them to stop and go away but his stubborn mind refused. He knew he was treading dangerous territory as he knew he was getting close to when his emotions peaked and he lost control. His eyes strayed around before he froze sucking in a gulp of air as his mismatched eyes landed on an object.
The small black bag...
Inside that bag was his darkest secret, and to him, his greatest sin. He was a satanist, it was his right to do whatever he wanted, and he wanted the boy no matter what he argued with himself. A calloused hand reached out as his eyes had a sheen, opening it he saw the silver glint of cold steel as it was his pair of handcuffs. A black rag and a bottle of lube...
Murdoc gasped as his body suddenly filled with need, a tent growing in his pants. "N-No...I-I said I'd stop...I-I'm only hurting him." he said to himself as he felt a familiar argument with himself beginning to arise the dark sick twisted voice of his rang out in the back of his mind.
'So...Its not like he is going to know...as thick as he is.' it said.
Murdoc shook his head, No! he couldn't let it win this time. But the effects the boy has on him was taking a toll on his body as the tent in his pants rose higher. "No...Stop it!" he growled at it, hated as it seemed pathetic. "Its not right."
'Its never stopped you before right. He is yours...he belongs to you... He owes you his soul...your the one that saved him, 'fixed' him up. Your the one that gave him his fame...' it hissed. 'He owes you more than his soul...and you want it...and your just letting ethics you don't believe in get in your way of having it.'
Murdoc's frame began to tremble as he was loosing, he could tell. His long tongue poking out to swipe across his dry lips. A harsh panting as he stood up, the bag still grasped in his hands. he took an uncertain look at it as he swallowed...he was going against his word again. Murdoc left his Winnebago, quietly closing the door as he walked across the barren empty parking lot. The concerned look from before was completely wiped from his face as it was replaced by a dark, lustful look. He came to the basement as he opened the door to the vocalist's bedroom. Knowing the pills would have knocked him out by know. He slipped in side, locking the door behind him as he navigated the dimly lit room.
Murdoc stared at the figure, tangles in sheets, fast asleep in the bed. Setting the black bag down gently on the bed, he grabbed the black rag as he placed it around the closed eyes, knowing they would be opened once he starts. he tightens the knot making sure it wouldn't fall. Next was the two handcuffs, kinky and useful to stop him struggling to hurt himself, or take of the blindfold...he shouldn't know who's violating him. Snapping the metal bracelets around his wrists, around one of the poles of his bed as the small sound brings him from his sleep. He gasps as he recognizes the situation, having done this a few times more before now as he whimpers. Murdoc wants to whisper comfortingly in his ear that it would be okay, that he wouldn't hurt him, but he holds his tongue as his hands trail the body softly, making his victim shiver. Smiling he pinches his nipple, causing him to gasp out in unwanted pleasure.
Murdoc tunes the pleas of his unwilling partner out as he wouldn't be able to handle it afterward. His hands began to molest the naked flesh of the others chest, happy he doesn't sleep with a shirt on as the results were pleasing with hidden moans and sounds that were musical, feeding his ego he leaned down to lick the others neck nipping into it lightly, closing his eyes as he enjoyed some of the moans slipping out. He wants to bite the exposed neck, like a vampire drinking blood, to mark him as his. but he knew he couldn't as he just continues lower kissing softly as the pleas were getting louder and frequent as the attention to his body was stirring something inside him he rather have left alone. Its why Murdoc never gags him, he loved hearing the musical high pitched voice of 2D. Murdoc smirks as he pries his legs open settling himself in between them as he presses his groin against 2D satisfied with the gasp of surprise, the others waking hardness against his own full arousal as he ground there hips together.
Murdoc bit his lip, suppressing a groan of contentment, Not daring himself a breath of voice to give the other any hint of his true identity. He allowed the vocals for the both of them to be carried out by 2D. His amusement sated as he got the blue-haired boy fully hard already as he moved back grabbing his pants as the other cried out in surprise as they were slipped off the twig-like legs of his. He wanted to ravage the area, to lick the succulent member with his tongue before sucking it dry to taste his bounty, but alas he couldn't, his tongue was a major part of his image and would be recognized by the idiot easily. Instead he ran his calloused hand against it in a lazy hand job listening to the music the other was making with his voice. His other hand reached into the bag for the last object as he clicked it open, Pleased as the other recognized the sound, tensing up as he felt the shiver run through him.
He pulled back his hand, smirking as he hears the small whimper as he did so. He squirted a copious amount onto his fingers as he legs kept the 2D's apart as he rimmed the small asshole with his finger he pushed it in gently. He knew he couldn't hurt him with the rape, physically at least. The other was usually silent and pensive during this as he moved the finger in and out, wriggling it around to stretch it before pushing in a second. His jeans were getting way too tight... Hearing another musical moan as he pushed them him spreading the out and scissoring him as he noticed the small difference in each breath 2D took. The third one slid inside and was met with a little more resistance as it stretched the ass further, slipping them out once he was deemed ready.
2D shouted out as he heard the pants began to be undone as Murdoc watched, a sudden feeling came over him as he wanted to change it a bit. Smirking to the blind he leaned over and undid the Hand cuffs before flipping the boy over and reattaching them in one swift move as the boy as disoriented. he leaned back up to admire the pale canvas before him. He reached over to trail a sticky finger down his back to his tail bone. Hearing him gasp again. Murdoc Grabbed his hips propping him up on his knees as he grabbed the lube again, squeezing a good amount onto his hand as he began to rub his member, resisting the temptation to moan as it was slicked up. He knelt behind him hearing him give a shout as he grabbed his hips again pressing his pelvis against his back side as he used his thumbs to part his ass cheeks his head poking in.
Murdoc hesitated as 2D began to plead again but a reminder from the twisted part of his head made him ignore it as he pressed the tip agaisnt the entrance before pushing inside. 2D gave a loud cry at the penetration as Murdoc only allowed a quiet grunt, the only noise that escapes past my lips. 2D whimpers at the pain as Murdoc stays still so he can adjust, But it's hard as the tight hot ass in clutching his prick inside him. They stay still for a few minutes before Murdoc hears a sigh. Taking it as a sign to continue he pulls back till the tips still inside him before pushing back in, making the vocalist cry out again. Murdoc sets a Slow but hard pace as the new position feeds his ego, as he dominates him. The cries from the singer turned a bit more high pitched as Murdoc knows he is now enjoying it as well changing the pace to a normal steadier one Murdoc changes the angles, looking for something deep inside him.
2D lets out a scream pleasure as he now begins to beg for it not to stop and to continue hitting there. Murdoc knows he's hit the prostrate. He aims hsi thrust to that spot and grabbed his hips tightly as his lusts begins to overwhelm him begins to pound into his ass. Resisting the instinct and need to moan he rocks into the boy hearing the wanton cries as he taints his angel once again. Murdoc's thrusts got increasingly hard and faster as it was hard to hold back the moans as the singer's voice was loud in his ears. A sharp scream was sounded as 2D's ass clenched as he came, spilling the warm sticky mess onto his bedsheets. Murdoc gave a low groan as nails dug into the boys hips as Murdoc slammed himself as deep as he could feeling himself come inside the tight ass thrusting a few more times to ride out his climax.
Murdoc hangs over the panting spent, 2D as he feels the hips sag. He allows 2D to slip down, ass pulling off of his cock as Murdoc leans back up. Observing him, he wants to cuddle him, hold him close as he tells him he loves him. that he owns his body heart and... 'Soul? 'Fraid not Mudsie. You sold that along time ago. Your body isn't the most desirable thing and you never had a heart.' said the voice sneering at him. Murdoc winced as he finished up. Reaching over to undo the handcuffs, grabbing the hair to face it down he takes off the blindfold, throwing the blanket over his head he grabs his things and left before 2D could figure out who he was, returning to his Winnebago to drink the voice away, the memories of raping 2D out of his mind till tomorrow.
"Night D, I love ya."