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Everybody has a past	By : urbanephoenix Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of Marilyn Manson, and I do not profit from these writings.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting.
- 2-Playtime.
- 3-Special.
- 4-Victim.
- 5-Return
- 6-Choice.
- 7-Obey
- 8-Suffer
- 6
- 7
- 8
Thanks so much for the comments =D Sorry this took so long, been busy with university. However, I’m on holidays now so hopefully that’ll give me plenty of chance to write more (if you want it). Just for the record and if you haven’t worked it out already, this story isn’t going to get any prettier. Consider yourselves warned =)
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1995. Marilyn Manson rehearsal rooms.

“Hello?” Kenny called out, looking around the rehearsal room. He was sure Jeordie had told him practice started at seven. The drummer looked down at his watch as he heard a noise.

A door slammed on the other side of the room. “In here!” A voice called out.

Kenny followed the voice into one of the small change rooms at the back of the building. As he flicked on the light he felt something hard hit him in the side of the head.

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Jeordie paced around the room. Ken was taking longer than he’d anticipated to regain consciousness. He’d better fucking hurry up, the others would be there soon.

“Uugh-“ the drummer laying on the floor groaned, putting a hand to his head. “Urr, J… Jeordie? Wha-what the fuck?”

The bassist smiled, pressing his foot down on the other man’s chest, keeping him down. “Well, well, well, look who decided to rejoin us.”

“What are you doing? We have pra-“

“Not for another ten minutes we don’t, and they’re always late.” Twiggy interrupted. “So I have plenty of time to have some fun with you.”

“F-fun?”

Jeordie grinned broadly. “Oh yes, you accepted my conditions, remember? I own you, you obey my every whim, or I let slip what happened all those years ago to the others. We wouldn’t want that would we?”

Kenny hung his head. “N-no.”

“That’s a good boy.” Twiggy mocked, un-doing his fly. “Now open up.”

“O-open what?” Kenny rubbed the back of his head, Jeordie must have hit him with something.

“Oh you heard me.” Twiggy grinned, undoing the button on his jeans.

Something clicked in the drummer’s brain as he suddenly understood what was going on. “I… I don’t…”

“Do it. Now.”

Reluctantly, the drummer obeyed. He almost gagged as the smaller man forced his cock inside his mouth.

“You know what to do.” He grinned, holding Ken in place by taking hold of his dreadlocks.

He’d never gone down on a man before, but Kenny knew this would be the worst time to bring that up. Trying his best not to get his gag reflex get the better of him the drummer slowly started to suck on the hardening erection in his mouth. It wasn’t pleasant. Was this what he’d made Jeordie do all those years ago? Had he been as scared as Ken was now? Maybe he deserved this, maybe-

“Hey!” Jeordie interrupted the drummer’s train of thought. “No slacking off.” He forced himself inside the taller man’s mouth harder, hitting the roof of his mouth.

Holding back the increasing urge to cough, Kenny kept going, sucking harder and faster. Maybe then it’d be over. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, no, he was a grown man. Men don’t cry. He could do this. He needed the job, badly enough he was willing to put up with anything.

Jeordie smiled, looking down at his victim kneeling before him. He’d spent years dwelling on what the drummer had done to him, he’d never truly been able to put it behind him. He’d daydreamed about this moment, his revenge. He started thrusting into Kenny’s mouth, his hard cock completely engulfed in the warmth. It was obvious the other man hadn’t done this before, but it didn’t matter. “More.” He murmured.

Kenny had no choice but to comply as he felt Twiggy force himself further down his throat. He could taste precum, the saltiness further adding to the discomfort he was feeling. His whole body was aching, his head from where he’d been hit, his knees from the uncomfortable position Jeordie was keeping him, his jaw. He ran his tongue along the bottom of the shaft, pushing his tongue hard under the head of Jeordie’s cock, just how he personally liked it. Judging by the bassist’s reaction, it was just how he liked it too. Kenny didn’t stop, he repeated the same motion with his tongue, over and over, hoping it would speed things up.

The bassist dug his hands into Ken’s dreadlocks harder, gripping his head and pulling it on and off his cock. He could feel the drummer’s tongue running its way around his shaft. Looking up at the clock, he knew they had to finish soon or the rest of the band would be arriving. “Come on,” he grinned, looking down. “time for the finale.”

Ken shuddered at Jeordie’s words but didn’t stop. He just wanted it to be over.

“Come on.”

The drummer could feel the other man’s body tensing up, which could only mean one thing.

“Y… I… A-arghhh…” Twiggy moaned, cumming into Kenny’s open mouth. Pushing the taller man back onto the floor, he quickly grabbed a tissue to tidy up, pulled up his pants and left the room, slamming the door behind him without a word.

Kenny lay on the floor coughing and spitting out all the cum he could. He found some tissues and tried to tidy up. He gargled some water from a bottle he’d brought with him, but he couldn’t get the taste out. Or the feeling. Or the image of what had just happened.

“Twiggy!” A voice called out from the corridor. “Twiggy, you cocksucker, are you here?”

Kenny scoffed at the irony and tried to compose himself. The last thing he wanted was for his new band mates to suspect something was wrong with him.

The drummer jumped as the door behind him flung open. “Oi, have you seen Twiggy?” Manson asked, looking around the room.

“Uh, yeah he just went out.” Kenny replied, trying his best to sound normal.

Manson frowned. “Jesus, you look like crap. Come on, practice.”

Once again, the door slammed and Ken went to grab his gear. The last thing he felt like doing now was practice, but at least it would help him forget. He hoped. Somehow he expected this wouldn’t be a once-off occurrence.

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Let me know if you want more. I have a couple of ideas of where this could go, one sick and twisted, one half twisted/half kind of sweet and weird lol. Oh choices.
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