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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Five Finger Death Punch or any of its members, this story is a work of fiction, and I made no money writing it.

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Chapter Thirty-Three: Sundae

As Chris waited with fearful excitement, he squirmed in his skin. The mystery was making his hips stir and soon his dick was throbbing in his pants, restricted by the denim. He squeezed it and then released it, pulling off his clothes until he was down to a pair of dark blue plaid boxers. Ivan couldn’t take longer if he tried: Chris was dying and he needed him now. He tried his hardest to come up with any kind of fetish that needed supplies, but he couldn’t focus. What sort of supplies? Hardware supplies? He started to wonder if it would be violent, because he knew from experience that fighting with him turned Ivan on.

His cock felt like it was going to explode and he squeezed it as he paced the bedroom. Soon he was rubbing it against the mattress and frotting the blankets. He couldn’t blow his load before his lover came home, though, but his impatience was only increasing. Upon checking the clock he noticed that Ivan had only been gone less than ten minutes. He cursed in his mind and began writhing against the bedding.

He was eventually able to settle down and his penis relaxed some, and soon he heard the front door open and Ivan call, “I’m home, sweetheart!” Chris quickly shoved his junk back into his boxers and went into the living room.

He leaned against the wall and said, “Hey, baby.” Ivan smiled at him and eyed his body up and down. He was holding two grocery bags and through the somewhat transparent plastic Chris could make out some food items such as jars and bottles. “What do you got there?”

“Get your ass back in the bedroom, you motherfucker,” Ivan said in a dangerous, yet affectionately gentle, tone with a mischievous smirk on his face. Chris obeyed and returned to the bed. He sat down, rubbed his palms together, and listened to the sounds of Ivan moving around in the other room with his heart pumping audibly in his chest.

Ivan joined him in the bedroom after a short time and set the bags down along with some other stuff on the other side of the nightstand out of Chris’s sight. He approached him, coaxed him off the bed and onto his feet, and touched his fingertips to his hips.

“First thing’s first,” he said, “I want to know you want me.” He raised a hand up and gripped his dreads in a tight fist. “How badly?” Chris licked his lips. “How badly, huh?” He couldn’t think of a way to express his burning desire into words, so he stood there with his mouth agape, staring into his blue eyes. Ivan tapped his face with the fingers of his other hand and pulled on his beard. “Did you hit your head or something while I was gone? What’s got you acting so stupid?”

“I—I’m sorry.” He winced as his beard was tugged.

Ivan’s voice softened as did his grip, and he scratched his beard tenderly with both hands. “Why are you nervous, Chris, baby? We’re gonna have a good time,” he smiled, “but I warn you: it’s gonna get nasty in here, because you know I like it nasty.” Chris chuckled, but he was tense.

“Are we gonna need a safe word?” he asked apprehensively.

The singer moved his fingertips back to his hips. “We shouldn’t,” he said lightly, “but if it’ll make you feel better, we’ll use ‘uncle’, alright?” He nodded. “Relax, darling. I ain’t gonna hurt you, but we need to set some ground rules because I’m gonna make sure this goes like I want it too. After all, I won the bet.” He smirked, and then took a step back. “You’re gonna call me Daddy, okay?”

Chris chuckled, “Alright… Daddy.”

“I’m serious,” Ivan said, but he couldn’t help but smile too. “Secondly, I wanna do some freaky shit with you that I’d really appreciate you to put up with, considering you said I could do what I want. It’s nothing painful, so don’t worry.”

“What are you gonna do?

“You’ll find out.”

“Ivan.”

“Chris.”

They looked at each other.

He went on, “But I respect you, so if you really wanna stop, I’ll stop, but I’ll probably be pretty disappointed.” Chris nodded.

“What’s in the bags?” he asked.

“Shh,” Ivan shushed him and said softly and sweetly, “First, come here, baby.” He kissed him deeply, chest to chest, and rubbed his bare back. “I wanna start this slowly,” he whispered against his lips. Chris’s body tingled as the younger man kissed him gently and slowly pulled down his boxers. They dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them, and then they moved themselves to the bed.

Ivan’s beard was coming in nicely and Chris could feel its subtle scratching against his own. His tattooed skin felt soft and so capable of melting into. The singer sat back in the bed with the bassist on top of him, cradled in his arms, and kissed him so sweetly it made his head spin. His hand slowly and sensually rubbed his hip and his lips would stray every so often to press against the corners of his moustache-framed mouth.

The atmosphere was quiet; only the occasional shuffle of the blankets and the sounds of their tender kissing could be heard.

Chris couldn’t keep himself from gradually touching and kissing him rougher. There was a heat between them and he wanted to make love to him so badly it couldn’t be contained, and Ivan, being the experienced lover he was, picked up on this and his fingers left tingling streaks on his stomach as they strayed down to his penis.

He let out a small breath and Ivan whispered huskily, “How badly do you want it?”

“God, I want it bad,” he breathed, grabbing on to the back of his neck.

Ivan kissed him hard and then started jerking him off, making him gasp, moan, and melt in his arms and masculine warmth. Chris then moved so he straddled him and rubbed his hole against his junk as his own was stroked. He bounced a few times and excited the singer to where he laughed.

“Ha-ha… Get in that drawer there,” he said, pointing at the nightstand, “I ordered something a few days ago for tonight and I want you to see it.” Chris hastily moved to the drawer and took the opportunity as he leaned across the bed to peek around nightstand at the bags. “Don’t be snooping now,” the younger man warned, “Just get the package out of the nightstand.”

Chris removed the box and rattled it, and upon Ivan’s signal he peeled off the packing tape and opened it up. His eyes widened when he saw the contents and he looked up at his partner with lips parted in disbelief.

The singer laughed. “Take it out. Get a good look at it.”

Chris removed a long, solid, bright orange dildo with little bumps across the shaft from the box and held it up while making a sarcastic expression.

Ivan chuckled, “What do you think?”

Chris carefully considered his words and said in a slow voice, “Oh, Daddy… What are you gonna do with this?”

A mischievous laugh shook his throat.

Without saying a word, Ivan stood up, opened the bags, and unloaded a tub of gelato ice cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a spray can of Reddi Wip whipped cream onto the nightstand. He then reached down again and held up an ice cream scoop and a long strip of fabric.

They stared at each other, Ivan’s smile painted on and Chris eyebrows slanted inquiringly.

The younger man then said, “These sheets are gonna be a mess – and we should probably lay down some towels, too.”

Chris’s smile was twisted into his voice when he said, “A—are we eating ice cream…? Or…?”

Ivan set the scoop down on top of the ice cream tub and approached the bassist with the fabric held out between his hands. Chris didn’t resist as it was tied across his eyes as a blindfold and willing gave up the dildo in his lap and its box, which he also heard be set on the nightstand. He then heard the suction sound of the soft serve’s container being opened and the younger man say, “Flip over.”

He obliged.

He heard the other man retrieve towels from the bathroom and heard them be spread on the floor, and then Ivan forcefully grabbed him by the hips and pushed him up further on the bed so his legs were straight. He smacked his ass hard and then began working with things on the nightstand and in the bags. Chris listened and his body prickled when his partner’s fingers touched the round, smooth surface of his ass. His ass was then spread open some.

Something cold fell against his hole and he gasped. He was pushed up more on the bed so his bottom was parallel to the ceiling so the cold sphere wouldn’t slip out. A chill ran up his spine and he shivered and pressed himself into the bedding. He felt something else sticky occasionally streaking his skin as a bottle was squeezed and then he heard the signature sound of whipped cream spraying out of its can.

Ivan was making a sundae in his ass! And this could only lead to one thing…

The sundae was press into his ass with an open hand and then Ivan went in and started eating it. He felt his fingers push the cold substance inside and he writhed against the mattress. The dessert was running through his inner thighs and his lover’s tongue was lapping it up.

Chris was intensely cold, but his dick still throbbed and leaked precum onto the covers. After the ice cream was presumably taken care of for the most part, Ivan did something the older man couldn’t have seen coming.

He felt a scoop smaller than the first spooned onto his asshole again and then something penetrated his hole and pushed the freezing ice cream inside of him.

“Ah, God! Ivan!”

“It’s Daddy!” He hit his ass hard with a wide swing.

He thrust the dildo in and out of his chilled ass with the lubrication of the gelato. Chris could feel the bumps on the shaft internally and its thick circumference stretching him. He moaned and pushed back against the phallic toy, wanting more of it.

“Harder, Daddy, please,” he groaned, gripping the blankets.

“Oh, you like it rough?”

He pulled some of the length out and then slammed it back in. Chris screamed and then began breathing erratically as Ivan hit his G-spot.

“F—f—fuck! Ah, don’t stop!”

He continued to drill right at that perfect spot, pounding his ass hard, keeping the dildo at the angle that pleasured him so much.

Chris relished his blindness and the way his body seemed to be feeling so much more. He was hypertensive to his lover’s calloused fingers and the sticky wetness on his ass and thighs. He could still feel the traces of his tongue devouring his asshole-sundae and that fucking dildo felt so good. Each bump was incredible. The length: incredible. The thickness: overwhelming. Ivan was tearing up his hole in the best possible way.

He pulled the dildo out suddenly on the backwards motion of a thrust and threw it on the towel-covered floor.

“Get up. Get on your knees.”

Chris’s knees were shaking, but he stood up and blindly kneeled before the singer.

Something was taken off the nightstand.

“Open your mouth.”

He opened his mouth, expecting a dick, but he received a mouthful of whipped cream instead. Before he could even think to swallow, though, a dick was shoved past his lips.

Whenever he felt the physical urge to swallow, he spit the Reddi Whip onto Ivan’s cock and continued sucking it. The singer held the back of his head and roughly forced him to suck its entire length. He choked on its girth and his mouth salivated more than usual due to the melted, liquid, sugary whipped cream on his tongue and in his cheeks.

Things were moving and then streaks of something wet and sticky were landing from above onto his face. He smelled chocolate and Ivan took his dick out of his mouth and rubbed his tip across the substance on his face and in his beard. He then stuck it back in his mouth and he tasted the sweet chocolate syrup.

Ivan left him to retrieve something else and he heard a jar open. The smell of oregano and tomato sauce filled the air. Then, a large glob was smeared into his body hair, all across his chest, where it dripped down from and into his pubic hair. The singer got down on his knees with him and grabbed his shoulders as he licked the sauce off.

Ivan’s tongue felt so good when it dragged across his body. He continued to spoon pizza sauce out with his hands and rub it all over the bassist’s body and in his beard. He sucked on his skin like an algae eater sucks on the side of a tank and licked him like dog. His slippery hands would occasionally wrap around his cock and then snake up his filthy, smeared abdomen.

Chris loved it – and he loved being blindfolded through it all.

He heard the sound of Reddi Whip being sprayed again when Ivan’s hands strayed momentarily and then the cream was rubbed into his beard along with the pizza sauce and fudge.

“Ah, I love you, Daddy,” he mumbled. Ivan kissed mouth and then dragged his tongue across his lips and into his messy beard.

Chris loved it when Ivan loved on his beard, so he touched him roughly with his hands as he did and they scooted in close to each other so his nasty body rubbed against Ivan’s hairy chest and stomach. His cock throbbed against the younger man’s thighs and he grinded himself against him.

Another bottle opened.

Chris couldn’t identify the smell at first, but then it came to him as it was squirted across his dick like a hotdog: it was mustard. Ivan sucked him and his body jerked at the contact and he moaned. He moaned long and loud as Ivan satisfied his swollen length with his warm mouth. He breathed heavily and pet his lover’s sweaty, yellow hair.

Mustard liquefied with drool dripped off his dick when Ivan stood up. He heard the mattress compress as he took his hand and said, “Straddle me.” Chris stumbled into the position and after another tub was opened two buttery fingers were pushed into his mouth.

Ivan lubed himself with the butter and Chris sat down on his erection.

He prompted him to bounce on it by shaking his ass and breathing, “Come on,” under his breath. Chris moved up and down on it, faster and faster, and Ivan moaned and squeezed his hips. “Ah fuck!” he said loudly, “I love it when you ride me, baby!”

Chris made sure he rode him good. He rubbed his matted body hair as he fucked him hard and pinched his nipples, and Ivan responded extremely well with his uncontrollable noises of pleasure. His thick cock was penetrating him deeply and jabbing his prostate, and the aroma of food was suspended in the air like fog.

“Oh yeah, Daddy! You’re cock is so good!”

Ivan grasped his dick, jerked it, and said, “You better not cum yet, baby! You better not!” A sort of pained squeal left the bassist’s throat.

“Fuck! Ah—!” he screamed into air. “Finish me, please, Daddy! I can’t take it!”

“Get off,” Ivan said hastily and they hurriedly readjusted their positions. Chris laid on his back with his legs spread as Ivan stumbled with something on the nightstand.

Cold ice cream was set against his hole by fingers, and then a thick, bumpy cock entered his rectum and pushed it inside. He writhed and bucked on the bed as Ivan shoved the dildo in and out of his ass. His penis was grabbed then, and the singer beat him off until his body broke. He moaned loudly and cried out as his cum sprayed out of his tip and into the air. Five large bursts of semen were released and he heard Ivan give an impressed laugh.

“Holy shit,” he said, “Did I make you wait too long or something?”

Chris body fell apart, tensed, and then relaxed. He could hear restricted grunts and the sound of Ivan masturbating, and then the groan as he came onto his stomach. Chris felt the warm, milky globs land on his abdomen and he sighed in satisfaction.

“Oh, baby,” the younger man breathed. He pulled the dildo out of the bassist’s ass and stuck it in his mouth. Chris’s face contorted: it had both the sour taste of ass and the sugary, sweet, and creamy taste of gelato.

The dildo was cast aside and the blindfold was removed.

He gazed up at his lover, whose face – especially mouth – was smeared with food. He was smiling and kneeling on the bed, which Chris noticed was filthy, but not as filthy as the towel-covered floor, or, hell, himself. He’s body was caked with fudge and tomato sauce and he wondered what more a mirror could reveal.

“You’re gonna need to wash up good – long and hard to get all this out,” Ivan told him, affectionately scratching his matted beard. “We’ll shower together – but first,” he paused, smiled, and grabbed the base of his cock, “close your eyes again.”

Chris flicked them shut. There was a pause in which nothing stirred, but then a steady stream of hot liquid began to pour down upon him. He opened his eyes and watched Ivan piss all over him. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, but then the piss streamed into his mouth and he sputtered. Ivan laughed.

“Yeah, I’ll wash you off real good before we shower; get a head start on it, heh-heh.”

Ivan pissed all over his beard and soaked it with the hot contents of his full bladder. He increased the intensity of the flow and blasted him in the face with it, which made him sputter once more.

“Ha-ha-ha, yeah, baby. Open your mouth. Drink my piss.”

Chris refused, but the piss continued to flow steadily onto his lips before Ivan hosed the rest of his body with it. He finished emptying his bladder onto his penis and testicles, which tingled pleasantly under the warmth of the urine.

“You ready to clean up?” the singer asked, shaking his cock once he was done.

Chris felt the wetness of the freshly soaked blankets around him and spit the piss off his lips. “Yeah,” he answered, and then he sat up.

“You got something to say? Maybe a ‘thank you’?”

“Yeah, thanks, Daddy.”
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