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Captivation	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 6307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Bill or Tom Kaulitz or any members of Tokio Hotel and this story is a complete work of fiction; it is all made up and not true. I am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 19. Do or Die

The next time Bill wants to see me alone, he doesn’t give me a chance to stop him. He just swings around when I close the door and faces me, almost furiously. His eyes burn. Showing an astonishing level of dominance and strength, the slim singer grabs the front of my shirt and pushes me, making me walk backwards. I’m too surprised to object. He steers me to a chair and forces me to sit. Still seeming angry, he rips my light cotton shirt away with rough motions, his long nails scratching and leaving little red welts behind on my skin. Chills rush all over my flesh and my nipples tighten. Bare-chested, I stare up at the tall teenager in submissive exhilaration, my heart thumping beneath my ribs. After taking a moment to appreciate my tanned torso, Bill aggressively shoves my legs apart and kneels between them, gazing steadily at me as if daring me to make him to stop.
Unlike last time, I don’t.
I know I shouldn’t let him do this, shouldn’t let him get so close to me but I’m strangely helpless against this brunette boy and his determined seduction. I can clearly see that he’s on a mission and he’s not leaving until he gets what he came for. This time, he can have it.
Without a word Bill lays a hand my groin. I’m shamefully hard. I got hard the moment he ripped my shirt off. When he opens all the metallic buttons on my jeans and slowly starts to draw them over my hips, I let him. I even helpfully lift up out of the chair so he can slip the denim down my thighs and knees, letting them pool at my feet. Now I am naked while he’s still fully dressed. I feel vulnerable like this, but in an exciting way. Kneeling between my legs, Bill’s dark gaze is focused on what he’s revealed - my erection flushed with heated blood, pointing toward my navel. He’s already seen it but today he seems much more interested. Staring intently at my dick, Bill leans forward, lightly trailing a fingertip down the veined shaft, making me and my organ twitch at the contact. He wraps his fingers around it and gives a testing squeeze. I inhale a quick breath. He strokes me up and down a few times, rubbing his thumb-pad around the slitted end, fascinated by the clear fluid that beads out, smearing it all over my smoothly-shaped flesh, leaving it shiny and sticky.
He moistens his lips. Angles his head. Flicks his hair back and curls his tongue out. I jerk as it touches my tip with a hot shock of pleasure. The bisexual boy licks me, using his piercing and running that steel stud all over my cock, shortly discovering the effect it has upon my self-control, particularly when he focuses on the sensitive underside of my tip and the thin strand of connective tissue there, flicking over it again and again just to hear me gasp.
“Please, Bill,” I’m soon begging him. “Please, suck me, please…”
He smirks up at me, his pierced eyebrow lifted with devious victory. Then he lowers his head and his mouth sinks onto me with slow, wet heat, turning me into a moaning, whimpering mass of weak muscle. I’m utterly at his mercy right now. If he had a knife hidden on his person, he could stick it into my belly and gut me in my chair and I wouldn’t even see it coming. I’m that lost in the orgasmic ecstasy that he’s giving to me. Freely. Unlike last time, I’m not forcing him to do this at all. I haven’t tricked or manipulated him into anything. Bill is doing this because he WANTS to and to prove it, he lets out a moan of his own, muffled around my shaft. You can’t force someone to make a sound like that, all deep and rumbly and aroused. When I look down at the juncture of his thighs, there’s a telltale bulge there, right under his jeans zipper.
He’s actually turned on by sucking my dick.
The horny teenager puts his other hand between my opened legs, sliding down low along my thigh-crease until he reaches the cleft of my ass, wanting to touch me there. He hesitates for the briefest of moments, wondering if I will even let him, but soon reclaims his confidence when I part my thighs wider for him, Bill boldly slipping his fingers below my balls and searching for what lies beneath. I hiss with excitement when one of his manicured nails scrapes over my sensitive entrance. He rubs over it, circles around it with the pad of his fingertip. Growing more daring, he begins to prod and probe at me, seeking to explore my body further and deeper.
“Hold on…” I take his slender wrist and draw his hand back up, enclosing his index finger with my mouth and making it moist and slippery with a coating of saliva before returning it to its original position.
“Okay, keep going,” I urge.
With the help and ease of my slick spit, he enters me, cautiously twisting and working his fingertip into my tight opening, careful not to scratch me with his long nail. Once that’s safely in, I relax and raise my pelvis higher.
“Push it in,” I coax huskily. “All the way. Don’t be scared – you can’t hurt me.”
When he follows my instructions, pressing forward right up to his knuckle, I throw my head back and shut my eyes.
“Yes,” I groan at the feel of his delicate, white-tipped digit deep inside me. “Ah, that’s it, baby...”
I shift forward in my seat, lifting one leg to the side and hooking it over the armrest of the chair, giving Bill better access to all my exposed areas. He slides his finger in and out, watching avidly with dilated chocolate eyes. It feels so good but I want more.
“Wet another one and put it in,” I coach encouragingly. My obedient little captive does what I request, spitting on his slim fingers and carefully easing a second one into my body, simultaneously sinking his lips back down over my prick and continuing to suck me.
Drowning in the electric sensation of Bill’s sensual mouth, studded tongue and skilful fingering, I start whispering to him, calling him all sorts of pretty names in my delirium – like honey, sugar, darling. I even call him an angel. If he was with anyone else, somebody who didn’t care about him as much as I do, he’d be getting called different things altogether. Another man might cruelly call him a bitch, a slut, a filthy little painted-up whore. But he’s not any of those things to me. To me, he’s pure. And perfect. Even while he’s fucking me with his fingers and sliding his lips hungrily up and down my stiff, glistening cock.
He sucks me hard, shoving his polished fingertips up my ass, doing to me what he can’t do to Tom – what Tom won’t allow him to do. I realise that he’s punishing his big brother by doing this but I don’t mind being used for that purpose. As long as it makes Bill feel better, he can do whatever he likes to me. Although, I’d love to see Tom’s face if he walked in on us right now…
Gasping, I quickly tell Bill that I’m going to come, warning him so he can decide what to do with it – swallow or spit it out. He does neither. Instead, he lifts his head and pulls back to watch, observing the milky surges of semen as they hit my stomach, some of it running back down towards my dick and getting caught in my pubes. Still holding the hilt of my male length in one hand, he watches as the fingers of the other are being squeezed and gripped by the strong internal contractions of my climax. He watches me shudder and moan, watches my face and the expression of unspeakable ecstasy contorting it. It’s like he wants to see it all, the results of his efforts, Bill taking hazy-eyed satisfaction in what he’s accomplished, in what he made me do. There’s power in what he just did and he’s feeling the intoxicating effects now. Knowing that he - a virgin - made an older, more experienced man lose control and orgasm must make Bill feel very strong and sexy and that probably only intoxicates him more.
When I’ve finished coming, he removes his fingers, just as carefully as he put them in. Then he leans down and delicately licks my stomach clean. He swipes the tip of his tongue across his moist, puffy upper lip and smiles up at me. Getting up off the floor, Bill climbs into my lap, gazing at me expectantly.
“Your turn, Koji.”
Suddenly, I wake up, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my legs trembling and pulsing with tiny aftershocks. I’m alone in my room, my stomach coated in streaks of sperm.
Dammit. I knew it was too good to be true. Groaning, I kick off my stained linen and lie there in bed, relishing the pornographic details I saw in my mind, still feeling the phantom touch of Bill’s lips upon my flesh. That was one of the hottest dreams I’ve ever had in my life. But I feel shame for having it. Even though nothing really happened, I feel as though I’m betraying not just my late brother, but Bill himself by having such carnal thoughts about the kid. Bill has such a lot of trust in me and I feel as though I’ve somehow betrayed my innocent young prisoner by dreaming about him as a lust object.
The thing is - Bill’s actually not that innocent. He knows about sex. He’s well acquainted with his own body and what pleases him, what gets him off. There’s a lot of erotic desire coursing through his veins and he has the drive to act upon that desire, to try new things and discover for himself what different sexual experiences feel like. He also realises that he’s attractive and that he can use his attractiveness to get what he wants. That pretty-eyed boy is fully capable of seducing me and he would have last night, if I’d allowed him to. If I hadn’t stopped him, he probably would have done all those dirty things to me that he did in my dream, and more. I know he’s very interested in the male anatomy and I know he’s interested in me, at least in a bi-curious way. He probably would have done anything I asked him to. But as I have to keep reminding myself, Bill is not down here to give me pleasure. He’s here to give it to Tom. If only Tom would quit being a dumbass and let him.
………
In the morning when the boys are eating breakfast on the couch, Tom nonchalantly asks, “Where’d you go last night?”
“Nowhere,” Bill quickly replies, evading his twin’s gaze. “Why?”
“Because I woke up and you were gone.”
“I went to the bathroom.”
“No, you didn’t.” Disgustedly, Tom shoves his half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs and toast aside. “You went to see HIM. And don’t deny it.”
Bill’s rebellious side surfaces and he faces his brother with annoyance. “So what if I did? Why do you care?”
Anger darkens Tom’s eyes. “What’d you do with him, huh? Did you suck his dick again? Did have sex with him?”
The younger teen’s mouth drops open in outrage. “No! I did no such thing!”
“Bullshit. You fucked him, didn’t you?” Tom sounds crazy-mad with jealousy, pointing a forefinger at Bill in accusation. “You fucked him and you liked it!”
“I didn’t! We just talked, okay? God, Tom, why do you always have to suspect the worst of everything?” Bill bursts out in irritation. “You’re so fucking insecure - no wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend!”
That wounds Tom, his lips forming into a tight line.
“I didn’t screw him, you asshole,” the slimmer boy mutters, impatiently gathering up their paper plates, napkins and disposable cutlery and dumping them in the trash. “And fuck you for thinking I did. It’s nice to know you think I’m that damn easy.”
He returns to the lounge suite - both of them plonked on opposite ends - Bill looking pissed off with his arms crossed over his chest and Tom appearing deeply troubled, staring at the wall and flicking distractedly at his lip ring.
Eventually the older teen broaches, “Bill, you and me…we’re not doing too well, are we?”
The second twin shakes his head, seeming every bit as unhappy as he did last night when he was with me.
“I hate what’s happening to us,” Tom confesses sadly. “Being down here is tearing us apart. We’re snapping at each other and getting offended and angry for no reason. There’s no escape from this stress and it’s killing us, day by day.”
Bill doesn’t answer but he most likely agrees.
“What if we just…end it…right now?”
That earns a sharp look from Bill. “End it? What you mean, ‘end it’?”
“You know what I mean,” Tom says quietly, glancing down at the floor. “Our pact. We could use the pillows on the bed…hold them over each other’s faces…”
An expression of pure horrified terror fills Bill’s eyes. “You want us to suffocate each other?”
“It’d be painless. It’s probably the only way we’ll get out of here,” Tom continues in that eerily quiet tone of defeat. “I don’t know what else to do. I can’t stand seeing you like this. I can’t see you suffer anymore, Bill. I want you to be free.”
“Tom, no,” Bill gasps, hastily getting to his knees in front of Tom and taking the other boy’s hands, gazing up with an imploring expression. “Don’t say such things! Last night when I said I could die…I was just in a mood, that’s all. You know me – I’m a huge drama queen and make a big deal out of nothing. I’m not so miserable that I’d ever want to do THAT.”
“You’re not?”
Shaking his head emphatically, Bill replies, “Hell, no! I’m not suffering that much, I swear. I know we’ll get out of here sooner or later. We’ll be home again eventually and everything will be fine and back to normal. I know it. We just have to be patient.”
Tom’s face shows utter doubt, a total lack of faith or hope in escaping their trapped situation and it ages him twenty years.
“Oh God, Tomi,” Bill whispers heartbrokenly, wrapping his arms around Tom and hugging his big brother close, shocked and saddened that suicide would even cross Tom’s mind. “Forget what I said. I’m happy as long as you’re here with me. That’s all I need. We’ll get through this together but I need you to stay strong for me. Just be strong and hang on, okay?”
Closing his eyes, Tom swallows hard and gives a shaky nod, slowly enfolding Bill’s small frame in a returned embrace, looking gut-wrenchingly relieved that he doesn’t have to smother his own twin with a pillow. He would, though, if he had no other option. But for now Bill’s unwavering optimism has saved them both.
Still, I am rather concerned about the boys and their emotional state so I dial through to their room. They let the phone ring for a while before Bill reluctantly releases Tom and goes to pick it up.
“Yes?”
“Bill, is everything all right in there?”
He frowns, glancing at Tom. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know…I just…” I fish for a plausible explanation without letting on that I’ve been watching their whole worrying interaction. “I just got the feeling that something was wrong. Did anything happen? Are you guys okay?”
“Yeah.” Bill smiles slightly at his older sibling, who is now lighting up a calming cigarette. “We’re okay.”
“That’s a relief,” I return, even hearing it in my own voice. “I suppose now would be the perfect time to tell you about the surprise I have in store for you.”
“Surprise? What surprise?” Bill glances to Tom again, and this time the other teenager looks back, both of them forgetting the heavy issue they were just discussing in favour of my unexpected offer.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you what it was now, would it?” I tease him light-heartedly. “But let’s just say that I’m planning something exciting for you guys later this evening. Something you’ve both earned and deserve. Something fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yeah, you remember what that is, right? Surely you haven’t been down here that long.”
“No, of course not.”
“Well, listen out for my call. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
Sounding puzzled yet intrigued, Bill answers, “All right.”
“What did he say?” Tom urges when his brother has hung up the phone.
“He said he’s got a surprise for us later on.”
“What kind of surprise?”
“I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me.”
Soon, they hear me moving about in the storage room. I can make out their voices on the other side of the door between this room and their room, too muffled to distinguish the words but I bet they’re wondering what I’m doing in there.
They both go quiet, listening intently, but they’d only be able to detect dull thuds and scraping sounds as I’m shifting things around. I know they’re both itching to find out what I have planned for them but I want to keep them guessing. The looks on their faces when they see it will so be worth the wait.
………
Later, when I’ve finished my work and am sitting back with a well-earned drink in my viewing booth, I check up on the boys. They’re lounging on the bed.
“I wonder what our surprise is?” Bill muses for the tenth time.
“And if it’s gonna be a good surprise or a bad one.” Tom sounds wary, as though he suspects I might be setting up a wooden stretching rack or some other medieval torture device to use on them. He couldn’t be further from the truth.
“It can’t be a bad one,” Bill offers. “He said it would be fun.”
“Yeah, I think his idea of fun differs greatly from ours,” Tom retorts. “I wouldn’t go getting too excited if I were you.”
All of a sudden Bill sits up and sniffs the air. “Can you smell that, Tom?” he comments in astonishment. “Is that…is that popcorn?”
Also sitting up, Tom draws in a deep breath through his nose, looking baffled. “It IS popcorn. What the hell?” He takes a minute to ponder the buttery scent wafting from under the spare room door and what it may mean.
“Maybe he’s setting up a movie for us to watch on a big screen or something,” the dreadlocked teen suggests. “Maybe he’s got like, a cinema room in there and is gonna show us a REAL movie, not another one of those crappy gay ones. Maybe he’s gonna let us watch something cool, like Zombieland or Alien vs. Predator.”
“Oh, I hope so,” Bill says, sniffing the air again. “That’s making me hungry.”
“You’re always hungry,” Tom drolly replies but even he seems to be getting a little eager about what I’m going to give them.
Deciding to put the poor guys out of their suspense, I call through to their phone and tell them that the door connecting those two rooms has now been unlocked, and that they’re welcome to go see their surprise whenever they’re ready. I’ve never seen these two kids get up so fast, both of them rushing to open the door first. Tom lets Bill do the honours. They walk into a dark room. From my media booth with all its electronic connections, I turn the lights on and effectively stun the twins into silence.
The storage room isn’t empty and full of dust and rat droppings as I once told them it was. Instead, it’s full of extremely awesome stuff. The floor has brightly coloured carpet laid down, like the type you see in movie theatres. On that carpet sits an array of entertainment for the boys. There’s an inflatable bouncy boxing ring with four corners and giant boxing gloves, and one of those ball-pits full of bright plastic balls that kids like to swim around in. I have also set up a range of full-size video arcade games including sit-down car racing, animated street fighting and a 3D zombie shoot-out set in a virtual haunted house environment with plastic guns that aim at the screen. For them to snack on, there’s fresh, hot buttered popped corn in a glass-encased popcorn kettle (again, like you see in cinemas), a giant gumball machine full of not only gumballs but coated chocolates, jellybeans and other assorted hard sweets, a soft-serve ice cream dispenser with cones - even bags of cotton candy and toffee apples on sticks arranged in a stand for easy plucking. It’s a carnival in a room, like every child’s dream. And best of all, there’s a huge insulated tub full of ice and chilled cans of drinks.
The whole idea of bringing these two boys to my underground basement was to help them get together in a romantic and sexual way. Well, so far it’s not happening. My twincest tactics haven’t worked, at least not on Tom. He’s the one holding them back and keeping them down here with his unyielding resistance. He needs to relax but apparently he can’t do it on his own so I’ve decided to resort to coerced relaxation. How do I do that without drugging or disabling him? One easy, simple solution.
Beer.
Lots and lots of beer.
There’s enough pale ale in that tub to cater for a college campus party. I’ve also provided non-alcoholic mixers like lemonade, cola and soda, in case Bill gets sick of the regular beer and wants to mix up something sweeter. Either way, those kids are going to get ridiculously drunk tonight and I can’t wait to see what happens when they do.
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