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Sex-files of the Margera-Valo household	By : Hayley666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 2028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Do you think...maybe...maybe we could...you know...keep these?" Ville muttered as he gestured to his lovers wrists. Bam had been arrested, he was currently handcuffed, and the men were sitting, waiting for Bams bail to go through. Bam felt his dick jump, he gulped, and looked at his lover, who's eyes were shinning.

"I'll pull some strings," he whispered, encase the officer in front of him heard. The man in uniform raised an eyebrow, suspecting something, but he said nothing. "Do you want me to get hold of a uniform as well," Bam muttered. Ville smirked, looked up at the officer who was guarding Bam, then, when he was sure the coast was clear, he grasped Bams cock, licked his ear - one of Bam's biggest turn-on's - and muttered,

"Get it in my size," Bam's eyes widened.

"But...I...I wanna fuck you," he gasped, struggling to stop his voice becoming high. Ville simply grinned.

"Oh no, you have been bad Bammie, VERY BAD, you need to be punished," Bam whimpered, he bit down on his lip to stop himself moaning. It soon bleed, Ville gave him a quick kiss, licking away the blood in one swift movement, before pulling away without being noticed by the police officer that was now snoozing in his chair.

Ville chuckled slightly as he watched Bams lips moving quickly, he was muttering under his breath, and had his hands balled up tight, making his knuckles white.

"Vito naked, Vito naked..."
Bam lay on the bed, handcuffed to the bedposts behind him. He could barley move. Ville, in uniform, paced in front of him, whip in hand, which, with every other step, he brought down on his hand in a swift movement. He looked at Bam, eyebrows raised, and said,

"Now, what am I going to do with you?"

Those words alone were enough to make Bams cock spring up inside his boxers - the only article of clothing he was wearing - and for his voice to reach the sort of high you would only expect from young choir boys. Suddenly, Ville smacked Bams throbbing erection,

"Did i tell you to do that?" he snarled. Bam gulped.

"N-no...no sir," he muttered.

"Well. Get rid of it! And i don't expect to see you cum, do I?" Ville demanded, pointing the whip at Bams trembling form.

~Vito naked...~ he thought again. His erection was soon goon. Ville grinned.

"Good boy! Now, you have, let me think...10 seconds, to make me hard, or there will be trouble, understand?" he looked at Bam, no, GLARED, at Bam, until he saw the bound man nod.

"Ah, you accept, time starts now,"

"WHAT! I...er...I wanna be fucked by you....I wanna be fucked so hard that I have to be medically removed from this mattress...I want you to pound into me with such force that I can feel you me for weeks to come...and..." Suddenly, the whip came down hard and fast on the table next to him. The sound made chills run down Bams spine. He dared to look at his lover. He was hard alright, and was clearly fighting ripping his pants off and dealing with his throbbing erection.

"Times...t-times....up...." he gasped. He drew in a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and grinned, "I might have to let you off for good behaviour!" he said, blowing smoke out of his nose. Bam rattled his bindings.

"I said MIGHT! but now I think different," Ville teased, getting a firm grip on his whip again.

"Ville your such a tease!" Bam joked. Big mistake. Suddenly, the whip came down hard across his chest. A bright red mark left in its place, the tip of which oozed blood. Bam screamed, swore and thrust around the bed, trying to comfort himself.

"Never call me Ville. You will address me as 'Sir' or 'Master' Understand?" Ville said, holding the whip in a threatening manner. Bam stopped all movement, stopped all sound, and said,

"Yes sir," Ville smirked.

"You are my little pet, and I will do with you what I please. Now, bark!" Bam gulped.

"What? I mean you can't expect..." The whip again collided with Bams chest. More blood this time. More pain. Bam cried out for a second time, but he was some what wiser this time.

"Sorry Sir. I'll do whatever you say Master," he said at a pace so fast, Ville almost didn't hear him.

"Bark. You are my bitch. And you. Will. Bark." A noise came from Bams mouth. It sounded like a bark, a desperate bark. The bark of a dog, trapped, hurt, dying. But it made Ville smile.

"Well done, you learned to listen," he said sarcastically. He worked his belt buckle as he talked, and, as soon as it was removed, he slipped a hand into his boxers. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of his weeping erection, allowing the precum to coat his finger tip. He removed his hand and held it above his lovers mouth. He allowed the man to lick the liquid clean from his finger, before he slapped him hard across the face.

"Did I SAY you could do that?" he growled. Bam shook his head. He was simply slapped again. "WHAT?" cried Ville with anger.

"No sir, you did not," he muttered, barely able to keep eye contact. Ville brought the whip down again. The sound of the harsh leather contacting with the already damaged skin echoed round the room, only turning on the dominant man more. His erection was now begging for a release. He dropped the whip, and reached under the bed, pulling out a Finnish labelled box. Bam whimpered. He had no idea what was inside the box. It soon became clear however, as Ville slotted together a pole-dancing kit.

~Surely not!~ Bam thought.

"Your not hard Bammie. You need to be if your don't want to be punished." And with that, Ville began to dance, to strip, as well as Bam thought any man could. He was rock hard again in seconds, and soon felt that familar feeling in his stomach, and, as Ville stripped himself of his boxers, Bam came, soiling his boxers, angering Ville.

"Tut tut, you werent meant to do that yet," he scolded, waving his finder. Bam found it hard to see his lover as intemidating, he was naked, hard and hot-as-hell right in front of him. The simpe fact of this made him hard again in seconds.

"You still have to be punished!" He uncuffed his lover, turned him on his stomach, and proceeded to suck and bite many places on his back, leaving countless lovebites.

"I've branded you now Bammie. Your mine!" Ville cooed into his ear. Bam grinned.

"I'm always yours master! Now lube up and fuck me!" He cried. That earnt him a slap.

"Do NOT tell me what to do! Just for that, NO lube!" Ville cried, and with that, he forced the skater to his knees, and pushed himself deep inside him. No prep. No lube.

"Holy-mother-fucking-hell!" Bam cried as Ville voliently pounded in and out of him.

"Damn...tight...Bam...god yes!" Ville grunted as he speed up. Bam went to grab his own, forgotten cock, but Ville slapped his ass, hard.

"NO TOUCHING! You have to be punished!" he cried. Bam simply nodded and groaned in pleasure as Ville licked his ear. Not long after, he felt Villes hot seed shoot into his body. Ville removed himself and lay down on the bed, recovering from his hieght of pleasure. However, before he could take control of the situation, Bam grabbed his ass, and forced himself into Villes opening. Ville cried out in pain. Bam too, had not prepped, had not used lube. However pain became pleasure as Bam continued his assult on Ville. He grabbed his cock ad pumped it in time with his thrusts. Seconds later, the men came together. Bam, giving all he had to give, into Villes waiting body. Ville, coveing the men's chest in a sticky substance. Bam lay down in his lovers arms, panting, ready to fall asleep. Ville coveed the pair of them up, stroked his lovers hair, and settled down to sleep.

"Boy is that going to hurt tomorrow!" said Bam, smiling widely. Ville chuckled.

"Well maybe I'll have to make you feel all better!" he whispered. Bams eyes sparkled.
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