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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1555 -:- 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-Six: Abuse

There was a sexual prowess to him. He walked towards him with his hands in his pockets and a confident smirk on his face, complimented by his narrowed, mischievous eyes. His jeans fit his thighs tightly and scrunched around his crotch and his studded belt showed beneath his ridden-up t-shirt. Jason’s insides were jumping in his boiling blood.

He was soon standing close in front of him, not even another body of space between them; they were practically boot to boot. His icy blue eyes were level with his and he opened his mouth a bit like he was about to speak, but he closed it again and chuckled. Jason looked downwards. Ivan’s presence was overwhelming his senses. He could smell his natural pheromones, so tempting, so welcoming, yet forbidden to his touch. If only he could be Chris for that second and caress him and kiss him, but Chris was standing in the background watching their confrontation go down.

“What are you trying to do, Jason?” the singer asked, his sneering lips barely parting. “Lying? Playing tricks? And for what?” Jason stayed shamefully quiet. “You just don’t give up, now do you?” He touched his face and made him shiver. He felt all his pores open up at his fingers’ command. “Aw…” Ivan chuckled, “You’re so pathetic, Jason. What do you want with Chris and me anyways, hm? Sex? Love? Haven’t we already made it clear that you’re not invited?” He leaned in on the last words and then pulled back and laughed over his shoulder to Chris who smiled and approached them.

“Has it been a while or something, Jason?” The large, bearded man asked, “Been a while since you’ve gotten some of this?” He made a motion like he was shaking dice next to his leg. “Or is Zoltan just not doing it for you?”

“I ain’t with Zoltan!” Jason snapped, scaring himself with the sudden ferocity of his own voice, “I never was!”

“Hey…” Ivan suspended the word and then moved his thumb to his mouth and ran it gently across his lips. “Settle down now, baby.”

“I wanna know something,” Chris said, taking a step into their tight bubble. He paused. “Which one of us do you like more?”

Ivan’s eyes brightened and he nodded, displaying his interest in the question.

They stared at the guitarist expectantly.

“I—I like you equally,” Jason responded shakily, “Honest. I—I want you both.”

“At the same time?” Chris questioned. Smiles broke out on the couple’s faces.

He nodded sheepishly.

“Jason, baby.” Ivan looked at the bassist as he pulled Jason in by his belt loops. Their zippers were touching and the guitarist feared the heat welling up inside his genitals. Ivan looked into his soul with his steamy eyes. “You must be really horny for us if you planned on raping us at your house.” He and Chris burst out laughing and Jason rushed to defend himself.

“What?! No! I—I wasn’t—”

“Well what did you expect?” Chris asked, and Ivan’s grip slackened. “Did you think that we were just gonna agree to fuck you because no one else showed up to your fake card game? Or do you think you’re just really talented at seducing people?”

Jason’s face burned red and he found himself growing progressively angrier, but he couldn’t fully convince himself that he was only mad at the singer and bassist; he was mad at himself too for acting so stupidly.

“Should we give him a little attention, Chris?” Ivan asked, a funny look on his face. “After all, he obviously wants some,” he looked back at that guitarist and sneered, “because he’s just a little attention whore. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Chris said, touching Jason’s jeans with his fingertips, “show him a little love, Ivan. Give him the attention he wants.”

Ivan ran his thumb across the guitarist’s mouth. “You want some of this?” he asked, and then he leaned in and kissed him tenderly. Jason’s eyes widened and his dick twitched in his denim pants. “Yeah…” Ivan nodded smugly when he pulled back. “Or would you rather have this?” He signaled the bassist to come in a do the same. Chris kissed him and Jason felt the rough scratchiness of his facial hair. His moustache overwhelmed the kiss and he dared to put his tongue in, but Chris was already pulling away.

“Whoa-oa-oa!” he laughed.

“I think you got some tongue there, Chris!”

The two men laughed at him, coldly, mockingly, and Jason wanted to disappear. Ivan was still holding him, though.

“I think we know who he likes more!” the bassist said with a cruddy smirk. Ivan squeezed the guitarist tightly.

“You better check yourself, bub,” he snarled, seemingly playfully, but it felt so violent. He shook his head by his jaw and then said, “Now let’s see what we’ve got in here.” He smiled at Chris as he grabbed Jason’s cock and the older man gasped and pulled away.

“Is he hard?”

“Oh, he’s hard!” Ivan exclaimed, releasing the guitarist. They laughed at him as he stumbled backwards and attempted to conceal his erection.

“Stop it!” he shouted.

“Boy, come here,” the bassist said, waving a hand. Jason shook his head. “Boy, I ain’t playing,” he said through his teeth as he rushed towards him and grabbed his collar.

He pushed him down onto his knees and Ivan said, “Give him a reason to be turned on!” Chris grabbed Jason by the back of his head and shoved his face into his crotch. He rubbed it against the bulge as the poor guitarist groaned with unwillingness and disgust.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you Jason?”

“Take it in,” Ivan told him, “That’s what a real, fat cock feels like. Not like your tiny, little bulge.”

They laughed at him.

All the embarrassment Jason felt wasn’t torturing him like he knew it should, and that only made him feel ashamed.

But he liked the way they degraded him.

He liked being laughed at and thrown around and he opened his mouth around the bassist’s large, denim-covered dick.

Chris jerked his head back painfully and he liked it.

“Are you enjoying this, fucker?!”

“Let me see him.” Ivan stepped in quickly and grabbed him from behind both ears. “Is this what you wanted?” He slapped his face. “Huh?! Is this what you wanted from us, motherfucker? Or are you still not satisfied because you ain’t got a big, fat cock in your mouth? Well I’ll put a big, fat cock in your mouth if that’s what you want!”

Jason barely nodded, his eyelids shut.

Ivan spit on him and shoved him backwards by the face. “Well it ain’t happening, bitch,” he said sharply. “Stay off our jocks,” he added rudely, and then he and the bearded bassist left him there on the ground.

Jason was so close.
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