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Tony Loves Benji	By : MyBloodItches Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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okay thanks to everyone who reviewed this mess of a story hehe. you like me- you really like me. lol- yeah im a sick fuck and I write sick stuff. Strap on your saftly belts its only gonna get worse! =)

I never knew what it was like to feel imprisoned. Kept hostage in my own home. Until that week. That horrible week of my l My My body never ceased to ache- and my mind wasn't far behind that. The two of them- sat so poignantly on the couch- like innocent, perfect angels. Because to the rest of the world they were just that- angels. Everyone loves the Lovato cousins. Everyone. Because they are just genuinely good guys. At least that's what I use to think anyhow. But they weren't.

"Why do they always show the same shit on TV!? I hate this shit!" Matt's overzealous voice called through the house- causing me to nearly drop the pan in my hand into the awaiting stove. I sighed loudly resting my head against the cabinets shaking it from side to side softly. It was all becoming too much for me- the constantly walking on eggshells- always looking over my shoulders. It was terrifying to be in my shoes- because there was always a back hand ready to smack me for acting out. "Jesus Benji what the hell did you have to do in there? Kill the cow hurry up and make that burger!" He then demanded me, his loud shrill of a voice once more catching me slightly off guard. I hadn't slept in days- my eyes were bloodshot and glazed with worry. But I did my best to complete the task- making him something to eat while trying to pop the cap off one of his many beers. Simple enough task- and I was able to carefully carry both the plate and the beer into the living room- just holding my breath that it would be fast enough for him. I don't know what part of my brain simply wanted to agree to be submissive to their demands- after all they were kind of out-landish. But I just knew they would stick true to their threats- and would expose the part of me that I wished for no one to see. And I was willing to do whatever necessary to cover that up.

"What the fuck took so long!?" Tony screamed from behind me, catching me completely off guard- both hands began to tremble and I secretly wondered where he'd come from, but the better part of me prayed that I could keep the things balanced in my hands. But to my dismay the beer from my hand came tumbling down onto the carpet at my feet- the liquid fizzing up and out of the bottle- spilling all over the white carpeting. My eyes nearly bugged from their sockets just staring at the bottle in disbelief. I had been so close.

"You fucking asshole." Matt called outraged- standing up almost instantly from his seat on the couch stalking towards me with the most vicious look plastered on his face.

"We ask you to do one thing and you can't even do it without fucking up.." Tony said- his voice sounding surprisingly closer to me this time- as if he were literally inches from my own body- his hands seizing my waist making me shake in fear.

"I'm...I'm sorry sir- your voice it just frightened Me.." I stammered still shaking- eyes darting from the floor up to Matt's. He stood only inches from my face as well- his eyes burning into mine- the displeased nature just seeming to fume from him.

"You're sorry? Oh I don't think that will be good enough this time.." He snickered shaking his head- his tongue darting from his mouth- licking from side to side with a sick look of pleasure sliding over his features. I groaned inwardly- knowing exactly what that look meant for me.

"Sir please- let me clean it up- I'll get you another one. It will never happen again." I tried to promise- handing him the plate in my hand- hoping in some way that the food would serve as a good enough peace offering.

"Well who the fuck wants to eat without a fucking beer to wash it down with?" Tony spat from behind- his arm flying up to slap the plate from Matt's palm- the food splattering against the whitewash walls making me want to scream. Because this definantly wasn't good for me- not in the slightest.

"I know right?" Matt said amused with his cousins actions, just nodding his head throwing his hands down to take hold of my pants belt buckle. "Take these off." He then instructed me- his eyes never breaking their gaze. I wanted to protest- because I didn't see what the relativity of my pants and a spilled beer were. But I couldn't protest, I couldn't do anything but nod my head unbuckling the belt almost twice as fast- ripping my pants from my body, just standing there between the two- trembling in my boxer shorts. "Fuck that- those two." He then shouted before ripping the thin boxers from my body. leaving me to stand there- shaking in the breeze just looking at him pitifully. "Man punishing you is getting more and more fun...is that sick?" He questioned out of nowhere- making me want to gag. Was that even a necessary question? Wasn't that alittle more than obvious?

"Yeah- yeah it's really sick." Tony agreed with him laughing hysterically while shoving me down onto the floor- nearly skinning both my knees in the process. "But I fucking love it!" He then informed Matt with a caddy smile. The two just exchanged a look of admiration for the other for a few seconds, making the entire situation that much more uncomfortable.

"Alright sweetheart- I suppose you have to learn your lesson again.." Matt giggled before slumping down to sit against the wall- just looking at me with perked eyes. And with one swift motion he cracked all his knuckles and bent my entire body over his own- leaving my head in a downwards position- all the blood quickly running into it, causing my entire face to feel heavy. I immediately began to shake my head violently from side to side in protest.

"Matt- sir, please! Please don't!" I began to beg- my body squirming against his. I was desperate to end the beating before it started- because I knew where it was going. I knew what was happening- and like slow motion his hand flew up in the air flying down to smack against my bare ass. I let out a muffled yelp still shaking my head. "MATT PLEASE!?" I called out again over his chuckles- still trying to keep my tears at bay. But with no response he just began to bring his hand down harder against my bottom- the rings and such on his knuckles causing sharp pains to shoot through my backside- and the familiar sting made my eyes swell harder with tears.

"Oh Matt...Don't...Stop!" Tony giggled mocking my weary voice- and I knew my objections were pointless, because my displeasure was obviously their turn on, and the more I cried and objected- the more they made me beg.

"Yeah- you like that don't ya Benji? Like being my little bitch?" Matt asked as his hand found my butt once again- the flesh on flesh contact making a painful smacking noise in the otherwise silent room. He knew the real answer to that question- but I still knew he expected a botched answer, so I nodded weakly.

"Yes sir. I disserved it sir, never should have spilled your beer." I stammered while trying to block the pain from my mind. "Please..I've learned my lesson I swear!" I called again- hoping the two wouldn't carry on any further than that.

"I think he should have to lick that shit off the wall." Tony chuckled out in a reference to the red and yellow grease that had began to slide down the whitewash walls. My mind screamed its protests nearly making my eyes cross. I wasn't so sure of exactly how much more of their degradation I could shovel down. And if they tried to make me say 'yes sir may I have another' one more time- I feared my mind would just snap. Because one person can only carry so much weight before they just break.

"Yeah maybe he should..." Matt smiled down at me- as if contemplating the idea, that same sick smile plastered on his face. "Get up." He then called to me while dumping me from his lap onto the rough carpeted floor- making me groan as my knees smacked the ground, "On your knees soldier."

"Matt Please!" I sobbed before doing as requested propping myself up on the floor on my already bruised knees, just looking up at him with wide-bloodshot eyes. And without a word he threw me a sideways smile while unbuckling his belt.

"Tony tells me you give a wicked blowjob. I think maybe I should find out for myself. Do you like cock in your mouth benj? Love the feeling of someone else's dick against your throat.." He chuckled and I bit my lip. Once again- something I'd shared with Tony, something I thought was held special- and dear to him, was turned into nothing more than another one of his perversions.

"Yeah- he fucking loves it...dontcha benj?" Tony questioned from behind me once more- popping me in the head with the back of his hand. Nearly choking on my own tears I nodded my head viciously. And the two shared a few laughs as Matt worked to strip himself of his jeans- leaving me just sitting on my knees on the floor- awaiting my familiar punishment.

"That's so hot..." Matt gushed- his eyes transfixed on my own- one hand reaching up to take hold of my face angrily. "Your make up is running honey.." He chuckled while taking his free hand to rub a mass of thick black eyeliner down my cheeks- smearing the mess further into my skin before nearly impaling my head with his hard-on, shoving his erection to the back of my throat. In a mix of gags and gasps I fought the urge to just puke and concentrated on the task at hand. "Your right tony..He's got a fucking mouth like velvet.." Matt called out over my own gurgles for air- his hands taking hold of the back of my neck viciously- forcing me down harder onto him. And like clockwork the motions started- his hands digging into the back of my scalp. Pulling, clawing at my hairline- making the skin on the back of my neck nearly come from off the bone in his fingers. "Oh shit..." He called and I could feel a hesitation in his thrusts towards my face- a slight jump. And I knew it wasn't far from being over- the feeling of his tip slamming into my throat was almost more than I could manage to take. I wanted to just bite it off in my own mouth- but that definantly wouldn't have proven to be a good idea. And so I just wrapped my lips tighter against his length- drawing them together to form a sucking motion, draining the man of all he had. And as if the action was degrading enough- the moment I felt his length begin to spasm against my tongue- he pulled himself from my mouth, making a jerking motion in front of my face.

"I dunno what it is about your face Benji...but Matt just seems to always want to jerk off in it.." Tony giggled falling to the floor behind me- his arms wrapping around my broad chest to pull my body back against his- his hard on grinding against the lower portion of my back.

"It's an honor sir.." I lie through my clenched teeth- both my eyes flying shut the instant I spotted that familiar liquid oozing down the tip of his rock hard member. I didn't want to have to see it coming- at least not until after it was over. And so as usual I held my breath just awaiting the hot sticky mess to come into contact with my equally as sweltering skin.

"What the fuck?!" The voice that ripped through the silence made my eyes pop back open- in utter shock- because the voice didn't belong to either of my attackers- but rather the voice was so fami- so- so homely. The voice was my voice- and looking up I groaned out loud spotting Joel's tiny form resting in the doorway- both eyes open just as wide as my own. A look of pure and clear disgust written all over his features. nevermind how he got in. Nevermind what he wanted. He had seen it. He saw my disgusting secret. My pathetic situation- and I knew he wasn't going to be so happy with me. With any of us.
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