Touch

He couldnt remember when it started. Didnt know why or where but he knew with
complete certainty that it was a simple slap on the ass that lingered a little too long that
started a domino effect inside his body. In situations like these, it would be small gestures
that would grow and bloom and send you crazy, but it wasnt like that. It started out with
the extreme and rippled out until a simple pat on the shoulder left him aching between the
legs and rambling like an idiot so that he could get out of the public eye and
just fuck himself against anything he could find.
He was sick, he had to be. How else could he explain the fact that he got rock hard from
not only pathetic touches, but from none other than his band mate? It wasnt right! It
couldnt be. What was right about him locking himself in the tiny cubicle of a bathroom on
the tour bus with nothing but his hand and his vivid imagination; an imagination that had
him on his stomach, ass up and begging like a whore for him to rip him apart, own him;
dominate him.
Slowly it festered like an untreated wound until he just couldnt be touched at all. He knew
his band mates noticed it, knew they thought something was seriously wrong with him
when he ducked out from a hug on stage, or the way he spun out of reach if they went to
put an arm around his shoulders. It got to the point where they just left him alone on his
side of the stage and that was fine, that was great; because nothing was worse, or more
arousing than being horny on stage in front of thousands of fans. It was just mortifying to
him because it didnt take anything even remotely seductive to do it. It was even starting to
happen in the way he was glared at!
A simple, what the fuck is your problem glare would be misinterpreted by him as a
simple Im going to fuck you so damn hard you wont be able to stand for a week stare and
presto, instant hard-on. And it was starting to effect the way he played because every five
seconds hed get that look and hed shudder and blush and have to drop his guitar so no
one would notice the giant bulge in his jeans. It was beyond ridiculous.
But he was starting to get better, starting to get passed it and learn to hide it better. He
felt normal again. But then it backfired in the form of a hand on his lower back during a
party and hed had no excuse to spill his drink all over the girl in front of him, to shove her
out of the way as hed made a mad dash for the house. He hadnt had an excuse to lock
himself in the main bedroom where his knees gave out and dropped him to the ground. He
had barely gotten his jeans undone before hed soaked his boxers, not even having to
touch himself, just remembering that warm palm on his skin.
Hed left after that, not bothering to say anything to anyone, just grabbed his keys and took
off. He knew they thought hed finally lost it but he didnt care. And for two whole weeks,
they left him alone and he was fine. Then break was over and tour was back on and he was
thrown back in the deep end, constantly trying his hardest not to expose his little
weakness. And things were fine, no one touched him.

Hed over heard them talking about him when they assumed he was asleep and the things
they said nearly had him in hysterics. Not a single one of them was even close, the most
outlandish idea being that hed been raped and wasnt telling them and so whenever they
tried to touch him, hed panic and have to run off. Trust the guys to come up with
something so strange. But he never corrected them. If that was what it took for them to
leave him be then so be it.
Only one band mate didnt seem to think that was the case. And those looks slowly came
back, only much more dark, much more knowing and it scared the crap out of him to the
point where he was paranoid about everything, and that only added to the excitement. It
wasnt until one of their concerts that things slowly slipped out of control.
Hed been doing his thing, rocking out like a legend on his side of the stage, on his
platform, by himself, completely detached from the world around him. And that had been
his biggest mistake, letting his guard down. Because it let himget close, let him get up
behind him. It let him put his hands on his hips and drag him back against him. Of course
the crowd went wild, he wasnt stupid, he knew the fantasies a lot of them wrote about,
read about. But it didnt make it any easier on him.
The spotlight was right on him, ever constant to follow that damn man around, so he had
nowhere to hide his flushed face, nowhere to run so no one would see his forming arousal.
But even if they did see theyd wave it off and it didnt matter to him anyway, what
mattered was the man behind him, hands tight on his slender hips, lips pressed close to his
ear. He made sure he was nowhere near the microphone, made sure no one would hear his
whispers.

I know your little fetish Brian.

And he slapped his backside and jumped from the platform before striding away, his walk
full of confidence and arrogance and all he wanted to do was grab the mic and beg him to
get his ass back over here and just fuck him right there. But of course he never said
anything, just went about casually fucking himself against his guitar, be damned if anyone
saw him.
Even after the concert, nothing was said to him. He never spoke to him. But he knew he
was watching him and it would cause a smirk before hed stride away and it would drive
Brian completely fucking insane. And for weeks, he tormented him, touched him, stroked
him innocently and used it to his full advantage until Brian was nothing but a lump of needy
fucking mush. His hand just wasnt cutting it anymore. And all the while he got more and
more bold with his ministrations.
He wasnt just wrapping his arms around him anymore, wasnt just pressing up behind him
or giving him a smack on the ass. No, hed resorted to grabbing Brian now, whether it was
around the waist, the hips or simply pulling him back and rutting himself up against Brians
backside, he was upping his game.

And it was slowly but surely unraveling Brian like a ball of string.
The last straw had been mid-concert, half way through Scream. Brian had known he was
singing it to him just in the way he was constantly staring at him through his damn
aviators. Brian knew he was fucking him with his eyes and it had him in stitches. But he
hadnt planned on him coming over to him, hadnt planned on being thrust up against but
he was used to that, he was getting better at controlling his urges. So when he forced his
hand inside the front of Brians jeans, whenhe gripped him tight and pressed up against his
ass, Brian couldnt hold off on coming in his pants, in front of hundreds of thousands of
kids. He couldnt hold off his slutty moans or the way his hips slammed back.
He couldnt hold off his whorish whimpers at the feel of that hardened length pressed
against his ass. Nor could he hold off his whine in protest as he pulled away, smirking to
the crowd, his voice purring those teasing words;
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire, perishing.
Brian had to use everything he had inside him to keep himself firmly planted on that
platform because all he wanted to do was rip his pants down and beg him to take him in
front of everyone. The second the song finished he jumped down from his mini stage and
ran to the wings, throwing his guitar at whoever was there to catch it as he sprinted off. He
heard the confused voices calling after him, he heard them questioning him but he didnt
stop, just ran for the change rooms where he slammed the door before locking himself in
the shower.
He figured he could probably get away with ten minutes before anyone came bashing on
the door and he wasted none of those precious minutes; ripping his clothes off as he
moved past the sink and mirror area. He stumbled in his attempt to rid himself of his jeans
and ended up on his knees, his jeans locked around his ankles. He didnt even bother
berating himself for forgetting to take his shoes off, just shoved his boxers down to pool
above his pants before wrapping his long fingers around his swollen cock.
Even in his desperation, the rough jerks and his labored breathing just werent enough;
lately it was never enough. He couldnt stop his anxious groan, couldnt stop the frustrated
huff as he gripped his hair and pulled harshly before he shuffled to the little cabinet under
the sink and raided it for what he needed. He was like an addict, craving the next hit that
came with the aid of a tiny bottle labelled K-Y.
At first hed been too nervous, too apprehensive and to be honest, too embarrassed to
even think about it. But as things got out of control and grew and drove him crazy, jerking
off wasnt doing it for him, so hed gone Google crazy and stumbled upon his answer. His
cure was a tiny bundle of nerves buried inside him. And when hed finally gotten over the
initial confrontation that came with his actions, when hed finally let himself seek that little
golden pressure point out, hed seen fucking stars. And now he was addicted to that as
much as he was to the touches in public. He was going crazy, he knew it, but he didnt
know how to stop, didnt know if he could, or if he even wanted to.

So he didnt. He just spread his legs like a whore and sat back on his long, calloused
fingers.
He was vocal; he knew that, everyone knew that and he couldnt help it, he just screamed
a lot. But with the risks that came with what he was doing, hed slowly learned to keep
them inside, to keep his shouts to nothing more than heavy breathing and the occasional
soft moan.
He didnt bother with enjoying the feeling of being stretched, didnt bother working himself
on his digits like he normally would, he was too far gone and he needed it now. He couldnt
stop his growl of frustration when he couldnt find it, couldnt stop himself from spreading
his legs further, his back arching just slightly enough to send his fingers deeper. And he
couldnt stop his gasp or the jerk of his hips as his middle finger rubbed against that small
balloon of fucking goodness, his chest rising and falling quickly as he curled his fingers
again and again and again until his thighs shook and he had to keep himself up with his
free hand on the shower wall.
With each stroke of his fingers, each push, each press, he shook just a little more. He
imagined this was what a woman felt when she had her G-spot stimulated, that heavy
pressure that spread low in the abdomen until it left you convulsing, coming harder then
you ever had before. But unlike his female counterparts, he couldnt squirt; he could only
leak sticky white until that pressure became too much and sent him sprawling, shaking
hard as his cock continued to spurt liquid that washed away under the spray of the shower.
And even then he didnt stop his fingers, didnt end his orgasm, just rode it out and milked
himself until there just wasnt anything else left and he was bordering on passing out,
brilliant little stars bursting in his vision as his whole body shuddered. His heart was
thundering in his chest, his lungs straining to fill with much needed oxygen.
He didnt even move at the knock on the door, just stayed where he was, trying to come
down from his high. Several unanswered knocks turned into harsh banging and eventually
threats. He shakily got to his knees, his head spinning. He gulped in air before struggling to
his feet, stumbling as he tried to drag his pants up, his back to the wall. At the sound of the
door lock being fiddled with, he quickly shut the shower off, hid the K-Y and made it look
like he wasnt being a complete perv. He looked himself over quickly before pushing his hair
back then shoving the door open.
To his relief it was only Zacky, the shorter man glaring at him as he stepped back, knife in
hand. Brian looked at him, the knife then at the lock he was obviously trying to jimmy open
before he rolled his eyes and sauntered out as if he hadnt been locked in the bathroom
ignoring his friends calls. He paid no attention to the looks he got as he grabbed his prized
guitar, looping the strap over his head before he wandered back onto stage, grinning like
an idiot as the fans screamed. He couldnt help his smirk, couldnt help his smugness at the
fact that none of them had a damn clue.

And for two more sets, he couldnt wipe the grin off his face.
But that changed quickly when he felt hands on him again, felt that hot breath against his
ear and he tried his hardest to ignore it. And he succeeded, all right up until the point
several words crashed through his world and slammed him into reality.

Use more fingers next time, youll need the stretch if Im going to fuck you. Wouldnt want
to rip that pretty little ass of yours.
That was the moment he realized he was playing a game of cat and mouse, a game in
which he, unfortunately, was the mouse. He was being toyed with by a very big, very dark
sadistic fucking cat that wanted him and he couldnt stop the tendrils of lust and
anticipation that crawled through his body. The rest of the concert was a disappointing
blur. He wasnt touched again, wasnt stared at like he was a possession, wasnt teased
through song.
He was just left hanging, high and dry, needy and it sent him into the deep end.
For two whole weeks there was nothing, absolutely nothing. Not even an arm around the
shoulder for photo-ops or a pat on the back for doing a kick ass show and he was
beginning to think hed imagined everything, had somehow created the lie, had
imagined him saying those words to him because it was what he wanted to hear, it was
what he wanted, desperately needed. And more and more he realized he must be
delusional. So he drank, buried it in shot after shot until he couldnt even lift his own weight
and had to be carried to his room every other night.
And it was fine, it was great. He was drunk off his ass, happy and it didnt matter that he
wasnt getting his way because he didnt care, he couldnt care, he was too intoxicated.
Only he got worse at hiding things when he was drunk. The touch came back and he didnt
run from it, didnt hide what it was doing to him, he just went with it until subtle heavy
breathing and slight whines turned into full blown moans and heavy petting. He was a
loose cannon and he was fine with that. He didnt let it bother him that rumors were flying
around that he was a slut and a whore and that hed bend over for anyone and that it
didnt take much to get him on his knees.
Because if he was honest with himself, if he demanded it, hed be all of the above.
Only he never did and that was frustrating. But nothing changed, he was still the mouse,
even though he was making it blatantly obvious what he wanted, he never pounced and
Brian wished above everything else that hed just hurry the fuck up and make a move.
Party after party, drink after drink, Brian all but got naked in front of him but nothing ever
came of it.
It wasnt until they were on a three day weekend, a giant ass hotel room booked out just
for them and whoever they wanted so they could party hard. And he did, he fucking did. He
got so trashed his legs hardly worked and he could see at least triples of everyone. And yet

everything seemed to sober when he saw her rubbing up against him and he snapped.
That was his fucking cat, not hers and if she wanted to keep her pretty little face
attached, she better back the fuck up.
And hed said as much, drunkenly slurring at Zacky who simply frowned in return before
laughing as he handed him another drink. No one took anything he said seriously when he
was smashed. But they should have because he was dead serious. He slowly lost himself in
the booze again, three shots down before his eyes wandered back over to himand he really
wished he hadnt because she was on top of him. He didnt snap until her hand went down
the front of those tight, tight slacks and god he was going to kill her because that was
meant to be his hand!
But he couldnt kill her.
So he did the second best thing. He waited patiently, pretending his damn hardest to be
sober so that someone would hand him another drink. It wasnt long before Johnny sat a
giant ass glass of beer down in front of him and even though it wasnt for Brian, it didnt
stop him from snatching it up as he stood, stumbling in a giant circle and falling to his
knees twice and all the while only managing to spill several drops. He could hear Johnny
calling after him as he crawled along the ground. He felt Zacky try to get him up off the
floor but he just stopped and waved him off, grinning like an idiot as he was hauled to his
feet where he laughed and patted Zacky on the head before spinning and continuing on his
way.
It took him three more drunken staggers before he got to the couch. He just stood there
for a while, glaring at her before he tapped her on the shoulder rather obviously. When he
asked her what she was doing, she just told him to get lost, dragging an angered huff from
him. He however, never returned his gaze to the bitch in his lap. No, he kept hiseyes
trained on him while she molested his neck. And he snapped. Brian snapped because that
was meant to be him and because the look in his eyes was that same predatory feline look
and because he was the mouse and he wanted to be chased goddamn it.
So he dragged her off him by her ugly blond hair, shoved her back and chucked his drink in
her face.
Everyone stopped to stare, even the music faded a little as she screamed, the cold drink
soaking her shirt. He couldnt stop his smug grin, couldnt stop himself from clicking his
fingers over his head and rubbing it in her snooty face. Nor could he stop his pleasured
whines as he wrapped him up in his big, strong, hot, deliciously tattooed arms and lifted
him off his feet. He didnt bother hiding his giddy giggles, didnt bother hiding his drunken
singing as he was carried from the room. And he didnt fight it when he was thrown
over his shoulder, didnt stop himself from slapping him continuously onhis perfectly tight
ass.
He sure as hell couldnt stop himself from getting hard at the way he was being

manhandled.
Before he knew it he was being dropped to his feet in his room, a hand held firmly to his
back as he stumbled and tried his damnedest to be seductive as he bit his lip and
beckoned him to follow him as he wandered to his bedroom. He had no idea if he was in
fact being followed, probably not. But it didnt stop him from staggering into his room,
almost falling over several times before he even tried to get out of his clothes. His shirt was
easy, up and over, though he still managed to get tangled up in the fabric before a set of
hands steadied him and helped him out.
His eyes were firmly closed as he ran his fingers down his chest, his breathing shallow
before he popped the button on his jeans. It took him several jerks to get the tight denim
down his thighs before he remembered his shoes and that proved to defeat him. He felt it
probably would have been one of the most hilarious things ever to watch, but for him, it
was frustrating; trying to get his shoes off with his jeans tight around his knees. In the end
it beat him and landed him face down on his bed. He gave up on the shoes, deeming them
impossible and simply went back to trying to get his pants down, that too ending before he
really had the shot to try.
He stayed where he was, ass up, awkwardly sprawled out with his head pushed into the
covers and just went for it, not caring that he was probably going to do serious damage to
his neck. He just shoved his hand in his boxers and wrapped his fingers around his
erection. His moan was loud, too drunk to try and hold it in as he ran his hand up and
down himself, his consciousness fading in and out every so often as the drinks caught up
with him. It didnt even register that hed been helped out of his shirt and that he was now
jerking off in front of him.
His mind just wasnt working.
He didnt notice the hands running over his hips, the fingers dragging his boxers down or
the sudden loss of the last shreds of clothing he had on. He didnt even register that his
hand wasnt moving, was just wrapped idly around his neglected hard-on. He barely
detected his legs being shoved apart, the strain on his neck easing ever so slightly as he
was pulled back by his hips. His eyes rolled behind his lids as he felt warmth bloom over his
exposed backside, his fingers tightening on reflex as he frowned as that weird sensation hit
places it shouldnt be hitting.
Even through his confusion, he couldnt stop his slutty moan, a whine that worked up from
his chest and would no doubt make a porn star blush, a begging whimper that filled his
ears as he pushed his hips back. All too quickly it ended and he cried in desperation,
wanting nothing more than for whatever it was to do it again. And just like that it was back,
a flat wet warmth that ran over his sensitive entrance before dipping in, pulling a startled
yelp from his throat. He felt the sharp sting in his cheeks, felt the hot air and just had to
know what the fuck was doing such sinfully amazing things to him.
What he didnt expect to find when he finally managed to open his eyes and awkwardly

look behind him, was him rightthere with his tongue pushed up inside him. It was enough
to make him arch up, push back and actually beg.
He couldnt stop the way his hips dropped down, the way his breath shuttered in his throat,
that ball in his stomach tightening as he pressed a finger knuckle deep inside him, instantly
finding that spot just right there. He ignored that dark, taunting chuckle as he pushed back
harder, his head a hazy bundle of drunk as he whined, waving on more. Hed wanted this
for so damn long he couldnt help but want it all at once, just get it done now, now, now.
He protested as the touches stopped, leaving his body electrified and needy. He couldnt
help but wiggle his hips at the sound of a belt clinking before hitting the ground, followed
by what he assumed were the rest of his clothes. He buried his face in the bedding, biting
his bottom lip to hold in his moan at the feeling of a wide palm hitting hard across his ass.
It happened twice more, the sting slowly turning numb as he felt fingers pull his cheeks
apart, felt that heavy weight of eyes bearing down on him and he couldnt help his blush.
He flinched out of reaction at the sound of him spitting before he felt the wet warm fluid hit
his crack off center. He moaned softly, continuously as that make shift lube was dragged
down and across and god it felt amazing finally havinghis hands on him, his fingers teasing
his tight ring of muscle, pushing hard, but not hard enough to actually penetrate and it was
sending him crazy.
He couldnt stop his hiss as the hand disappeared before returning quickly, two large
fingers burying deeply inside him without warning, the sudden intrusion causing his hips to
jerk down as much as possible with a hard hand on his hip, holding him in place. His bid to
get away from it was short lived, those talented fingers knowing exactly where to rub to
get the best reaction and without more than a couple of strokes he was putty, reduced to
nothing but a moaning slut, begging for it, fucking himself back and forth as that hand
stilled and the silent demand was issued.
All too quickly it stopped, those amazingly wide fingers snatched away from him but this
time he didnt whine in protest, he huffed and groaned in annoyance. He was dragged off
the bed by his ankle, dragged until his legs dropped off the side before he was jerked up by
his hair none to nicely. He instantly grimaced, his hands going to the grip in his strands to
try and stop the sting as he was jolted forward. When he managed to open his eyes against
the pain, his lids blinking out the blur of tears, he stared, just sat there; hard as a rock
and stared.
All the fantasies hed spun, all the dreams hed had and the expectations were nothing
compared to what was standing in front of him proudly, long and fucking thick. He couldnt
stop his jaw from dropping open, couldnt stop the slight line of saliva that dribbled from his
lip and splattered on his thigh. Hed known he was big, but that was fucking monstrous.
There was no way that would fit, but the challenge in that very statement had him jumping
forward, long fingers wrapping around the base as his tongue flicked out and ran over the
head.

He ignored the way his hair was being stroked as if he were a cat, he ignored the
encouraging remarks about him being a good little kitty; he simply concentrated on not
choking himself on the beast of a cock he was currently trying to swallow. Hed never given
head before, but hed had it enough to know what he liked and he knew there wasnt
anything better than being buried throat deep, the way the gag reflex would kick in and try
to force the intrusive object out, the way saliva would all but pool everywhere; the way the
bitch on her knees would gasp and shudder and act like she couldnt take it but shed
always be right back where she started because it was good for her too.
He wanted to be able to do that.
So he did what the chicks whod sucked him off did, he tilted his head back, opened his
throat and just took it. Knowing exactly what he wanted done to his throat, he tightened
his grip in his hair and thrust down, hitting the back of Brians throat instantly but not
stopping. At first Brian couldnt take it, he really couldnt and his nostrils flared as he
struggled to breathe and his eyes stung with the tears that leaked down his cheeks. And
like a bitch, he gasped for air as he pulled out, he shuddered several times and rubbed his
throat and tried his hardest to calm down because Jesus, he felt like he was suffocating.
He ignored the soothing hands rubbing over his hair, ignored the questioning voice and like
a complete slut, just got back to it, instantly sucking him back into his throat, forcing more
of him down. He felt it once, that sickening need that tightened his stomach and made him
feel like he was going to hurl but that was it, he never felt it again and it caused him to
frown. Wasnt his gag reflex supposed to kick in? He didnt dwell on it too long, just
hallowed out his cheeks and hummed, his tongue licking as much as it possibly could with
the tiny amount of space it had.
His eyes popped open when he realized exactly what it was his tongue was pressed against
and he couldnt stop himself from shouting, all of which was completely muffed by giant
cock and only proved to cause more pleasure for him. And it had him curious as the kitten
he apparently was because where the fuck had all that gone? He slowly ran his fingers over
his collarbone, to his throat and his eyes rolled at the way it seemed to flare out, distended
and curved and he really shouldnt have found that as hot as he did.
He didnt realize hed closed his eyes until his hair was brushed out of his face and he was
ordered to open them, their eyes instantly locking as he slowly jerked his hips back. He
expected to throw up when his cock was out of his throat, out of his mouth and covered in
saliva, the end dripping precum in front of his face but he never did and that led him to
know one thing; his gag reflex was non-existent.
And that made him feel like a champion.
That strange sense of pride had him slapping his hands away as he tried to stop him from
sucking him off again but Brian was too obsessed with the idea of doing that again, having
the hard steel of his length filling his throat as he moaned around him. Again his hands
were there, trying to pull him off but he wouldnt budge, he wanted to know whatit felt

like, wanted to know what it was like to taste that apparently salty mix of sticky male and
he got his wish not a few moments later.
It flooded his esophagus and he tried his hardest to swallow it all down but he could hardly
work his muscles at the sheer size of him, so he pulled off, gasping for air as spit and cum
dripped from his fuck-swollen lips. He knew it was completely whorish and he didnt know
why he did it, why he just couldnt stop himself from jerking his fingers down hisshaft,
pulling up tight and dragging out every last drop before he just rubbed himself against it.
It was almost obscenely like he was marking himself as his and that thought was kind of
hot to him.
And apparently he found it hot too because his cock never lost its hardness, never went
down even the tiniest bit and that impressed Brian. Either he was a fucking machine, or
Brian was just that good. He never had time to contemplate which it was, if it wasnt just
both, as he was dragged back by his hair, his eyes bright and pleading as he stared down
at him with dark, lust blown eyes scanning his puffy mouth, smirk forming at the cum
smeared over his pale skin, and Brian felt fucking fantastic.
As if he weighed nothing he was dragged up, carried back to the bed where he was
dumped, his limbs not having time to untangle before he was jerked back by his hips, his
legs bent underneath him. He didnt hold back his moans, let the whole world hear, he
didnt care because those fingers were three and back inside him and
rubbing right there and he was shivering as if he were freezing. Those shivers stopped
when he convulsed once, hard, his words echoing through his head;

Youre a tight little slut, arent you?

And he just nodded like crazy, pressing back and pulling away and Jesus he couldnt decide
what he wanted he was so delirious.

Pretty little kitty wants my cock?

And he fucking blushed. He, Brian Haner Jr, Synyster Fucking Gates, blushed like a little
school girl and he fucking loved it. His dark laugh filled the room, echoing off the walls as
Brian just dropped down further into the bedding, pressing his ass up higher and whined
like the needy skank he was because yes, he fucking well did want it, he fucking well
wanted it bad and he would have expressed his wishes with some serious cussing if it
hadnt been for the sharp stab that ripped up his spine and had him shouting out, fingers
clenching in the covers as he bit his lip.

I thought I told you to use more fingers. Disobedient little cunt.

And the hard slap did nothing but amplify the already searing pains shooting through his
nether regions, the harsh burn escalating as he thrust further forward, ripping his neverbeen-fucked entrance and he couldnt stop the cries, couldnt stop the tears; just as he

couldnt stop himself from pushing back, burying more of that inside himself.
There was something seriously wrong with him. There had to be, it was the only way he
could explain why he was the way he was. It explained why he got so damn hard from
simple touches, why he fantasied about him, why he did the things he did to himself and
why he was ignoring the pain right now because he knew it would get better, he knew it
would, hed read as much. So he just endured it, slammed himself back until he couldnt
possibly take anymore and fuckwas he huge.
His breath was ragged, shuddering out of him as sweat dribbled down his spine and pooled
around his neck, spilling over to soak the bedding under his face. His fingers actually hurt
from gripping so tightly in the fabric, the knuckles white as he pulled himself off of him and
tried his damned hardest not to whimper at the way the stretch burned and stung
andgod he hoped he wasnt bleeding.
He never got further than a couple of shuddering jerks before his hips were stilled by two
very strong hands, hands that gripped bruises into his pale flesh and moved until thumbs
and forefingers worked at spreading him and bringing that bright flush of red into his skin
again. He was thankful for the moments of time he got to gather his wits, loosen his
pensive shoulders and muscles and just relax while he was examined. He could barely hold
in the whimper as he touched a finger to his stretched out ring, pressing, rubbing
and holyfuckingshit, was he trying to kill him?

You like that, dont you Brian?

And even through the new searing pain, even though his heart felt as though it was going
to explode in his chest, as though his whole body would erupt into flame, he nodded his
head and relished in the stinging sensation of his index finger slowly working its way in
beside his dick. He didnt even care that his mind was screaming at him to get the fuck off
that bed and leave because he was not going to be able to walk for a month of Sundays if
he kept on letting him fuck him wide open.
He didnt care that he knew he wouldnt be able to sit down without pain, that he would
probably have to resort to carrying a pillow around or something stupid that would give him
away in a second, he just didnt care. All he could think about was seeing how far he could
get, how stretched out he could make him before the pain became too much and pulled
him under. His breath was leaving his slightly parted lips so shakily that he didnt even
hear his order, his questioning or his growls. He was brought out of his stupor by a rough
slap before a hand slid down his back and roughly gripped his hair, jerking him back and up
until he was arched painfully, his spine a perfect arc that had him going deeper.
His hands were tight in his hair, trying to stop the throb as the roots dragged painstakingly
out. His jaw slackened when he felt his mouth next to his ear, felt his breath over his
skin, his tongue running over his neck.

Touch yourself.

And he frowned, he couldnt stop it. Just the way he couldnt stop his startled moan as his
hand was ripped from his hair and wrapped around his leaking member. He couldnt stop
the shudder that ran through his body at the warmth that pooled in his abdomen at the
touch before his was gone again, rubbing up his chest before wrapping around his jaw and
jerking his head back. Their eyes met, dominant honey staring into submissive chocolate as
he moved his hand, not daring to close his eyes against the rocketing pleasure.
A moan ripped through his throat as his mouth crashed down on his in a primal force of
supremacy, his tongue pushing past his lips and laying claim instantly to his own,
controlling the kiss completely as he jerked his hips back, only to slam forward and almost
send him falling headfirst with the sheer vigor of the thrust. His spare arm, uselessly
hanging by his side, instantly flew up to thread long, talented fingers through his short
cropped hair, his fingernails scratching lightly athis scalp as the kiss intensified, the thrusts
turned vicious and his ribs jutted out at the strain the position had on his body.
That hand never left his jaw, the wide fingers stroking up and down his throat
while his other hand kept a harsh hold on his hip, the thumb running back and forth over
his slightly protruding hipbone. He wanted to stay in that position for the entire experience,
but he just couldnt. The muscles in his back seized, his thighs shook as his neck burned
and the pain that shot up his backbone had him ripping away from the kiss, crying out as
he slumped forward against the bed.
He almost begged for some form of leniency as his arms were jerked back, dragging his
pitching body up off the mattress. He wanted to cry out, wishing he had of at least laid
claim to some form of safe word that he could use to stop it because his back hurt so damn
much, even if the pleasure he was getting was so damn good; it just couldnt compare.
So when he was pulled back against broad, muscly, sweaty chest; those big, strong,
tattooed and capable arms wrapped almost lovingly around his middle; his face buried in
his neck, Brian really didnt know what to say, what to do, if he was supposed to do
anything at all. So he didnt do anything but breathe and will the pain to pass, his fingers
tightly wrapped around his forearms.
The moment was tender, his arms only tightening, his warm breath spilling down Brians
shoulder as he held him close and still, the gesture a complete three sixty to the savage
beast hed been only moments before. The throbbing in his back slowly ebbed, dull and
weak compared to the heated ache quickly burning up from his profoundly neglected
erection.
As much as Brian didnt want to spoil the moment, he needed to be touched, so he showed
his need rather than voiced it and pressed his hips back. His moan was a weak whimper at
the deep growl that rumbled close to his ear, a warning he purposely ignored as he did it
again. The embrace turned feral, the muscles of his arms clenching to draw a quick
squeaky breath out of Brians chest before he was shifted. He couldnt help the yelp at his
hair being jerked, his head pulled to the side, just the same as he couldnt hold in his

anticipating moan as he ran his nose up his neck, nudging at his ear before nipping at the
lobe, breath husky.

Masochistic little whore, arent you?

His nod was stilled instantly by that hand in his hair, a sharp twist that dragged his head
back against his shoulder as the nipping turned a little darker. He felt his breathing hitch,
increase and become erratic as his flat palm slowly ran down his front, his pale chest, down
his flat stomach before skipping that one place he wanted it to go; long fingers stroking
over the dip in his pelvis. Dark chuckling filled his auricle as he whined and jerked his hips
towards those teasing fingers; his attempts failing due to the shaft still buried rock hard
inside him.

Do you deserve it?

Whether he did or not, he fucking wanted it, so he nodded his head as best he could while
his hair held him immobile. The answer wasnt good enough and it caused those fingers to
dig half-moons into his flesh.

Beg for it kitty.

Please-
He sounded pathetically penurious; his chest rising and falling quickly as he slowly worked
his hips back and forth, whining when his movement was stilled.

Stop fucking moving.

The hard slap to his abdomen startled him, halting his breathing quickly as the sting
spread. His palm rubbed over the smooth flesh, soothing it as he allowed Brian to slowly
adjust before he hit again, red blushing in a wide palm print. Brian felt his grin against his
throat and knew the form of marking was arousing not only for him, but for the man who
inflicted it.

Now beg properly.

He whimpered as those nails dug back into his skin, drawing blood to the surface but not
spilling it as those fingers in his hair tightened.

Please Shadows, please touch me.

Touch you where kitty?
Brian whimpered when his palm rubbed hard over his pec, his fingers pinching and rubbing
his nipple.

There?
No-
Here?
He shuddered as his fingers ghosted over his lower stomach, sending goose bumps over his
skin, his insides twisting and quivering.

No Shadows, lower.
His hand slid down, down, down before his fingers roughly gripped the inside of his thigh
and squeezed, his breath huffing over Brians skin as he chuckled at his flinch.
No, you dont mean here. You must mean here.
Brian gasped loudly as he snapped his hips forward sharply, the hard steel of him slamming
dead on with his prostate. The thrusts were slow but harsh, quick little jerks in and out that
stimulated that tiny bundle of nerves right there that had Brian shivering and not being
able to stop himself from moaning.

Nah, not there either.

There! Right there! God dont you dare stop!
His demand instantly turned into a yelp as he was slapped again on the abdomen, his hair
ripped back while he bit the lobe of his ear.

What was that slut?

Nothing-
Nothing? Are you sure? Because it almost sounded like you were ordering me around.
Brian just bit his lip hard, the flesh turning red and puffy under the pressure. He couldnt
help shouting out, his cry swallowed by his mouth as his fingers suddenly gripped around
him, pumping painfully slow and tight as his hips slammed forward simultaneously, jerk and
thrust timed perfectly. Brian dug his fingers into his forearm, his other hand tempting fate
and snaking back to dig nails into his firm ass.
He was rewarded with an animalistic growl that had him leaking precum profusely, the
sticky white dribbling on his wide fingers as he worked him over; rewarded with the pure
act of domination in the form of a bite, the flesh of his neck lightly tearing under the rough
ministrations. He knew hed have a giant bruise, hed have them everywhere, but it only
made him feel more satisfied, more wanted; more owned. He knew hed wear it for days,
possibly weeks if he kept up what he was doing, sucking, biting harder until tiny droplets of

blood popped through the abrasions; just as he knew he wouldnt cover it up, hed wear it
with a sense of pride because he was his and that bite proved it, the bruises and hand
prints proved it.
The way hed held him when hed been hurt proved it.
And in turn, he was just as much Brians. Because he craved ownership of the cocky
guitarist and the only one who could grant that ownership was said guitarist. Because while
it was Brian who got kicks from being publicly fondled, it was Matt who got kicks out of
teasing him, touching him, all signs of dominance, no matter how small because if anyone
else even thought of touching his guitarist, Matt knew hed flip.
He couldnt recall when hed started looking at the conceited bitch in his arms as anything
more than a best friend. He didnt know when the stares had turned predatory, or when the
innocent touches had turned possessive and arrogant; he didnt know when hed first
locked himself in that tiny little bathroom on the tour bus with nothing but his hand and his
imagination; an imagination that had him shoving Brian face down in the recording studio,
bent over the control panel with his hands restrained behind his back, moaning like a
complete slut while Matt fucked him.
And he didnt think it mattered, because he was finally buried to the hilt inside his little
harlot, finally able to claim that tight ass hed slapped and grabbed so many times before,
as his. And he was his; Brian was Matts, full stop, end of story. Anyone stupid enough to
even look at Brian in a lustful manner would know just how hard he could hit.
Because Matt finally had him, could finally say hed possessed Brian Haner Jr, could finally
say he, M Shadows, was Synyster Gates dominant.
And it had a deep growl reverberating through his entire broad and rock hard chest, had his
hold tightening in his pretty, ridiculously fucking soft hair, had his fingers constricting all the
tighter around his impressive endowment and had his hips jerking all the harder; slamming
his own imposing hard-on right into that little spot that had Brian shuddering against his
chest and screaming out his stage name.
The way hed fallen into the role of the submissive so quickly and perfectly was almost
shocking to Matt. As if the slightly older man knew exactly what was expected of him, as if
hed stolen all his fantasies when theyd shared intimate eye contact and was now giving
Matt everything he desperately want, needed; craved.
It was like this wasnt their first time, as if they had been doing this for years and perhaps
they had been, at least in their own sick and twisted little worlds.
The knowledge was sweet as Brian begged for more, his chest rising and falling sharply as
he rocked his hips between Matts hand and his cock. The second his hair was freed, Brian
fell forward, his head resting on his forearms for only a moment before he arched his back
and looked back at Matt as he pushed back. The look of pure and carnal hunger had a

growl ripping through Matts chest, had his hand flying back before dropping forward fast
and smacking hard against the bare flesh of Brians pale ass. The bigger man couldnt stop
his smug smirk as his little harlots expression burned bright with lust, his bottom lip held
tight behind his teeth as he begged for more.
Hit after hit, the moans only increased until the swell of his backside was blood red and
slightly bruised. His hips were dropped, his back dipped as he buried his face in the soaked
through comforter, failing in his attempts to keep his screams silenced as he jerked himself
off, keeping pace with the steady rhythm Matt set, each thrust sending that hard length
straight into the sensitive ball of nerves that only saw his shouts reaching ear splintering
levels.
His slutty cries were the most beautiful music Matt had ever heard, his mind committing
each and every little whine and moan and cry because he wanted this to burn through him
for weeks to come, he wanted it on his mind every second of the day because every second
he wasnt balls deep in the pretty little tramp, he knew hed be needing it, wanting
it;craving it.
Memory would have to suffice in the moments he couldnt get his hands on the smaller
man, couldnt control him, own him; couldnt rule.
So he made the most of the time he had, dug his fingers into his narrow hips and dragged
him back onto him with each harsh thrust until Brian was panting and shaking and
shuddering; his back muscles quivering as he squeezed and dragged his orgasm over the
edge. Matt didnt know what possessed him to snake his arm under him, his palm cupping
the head of Brians pulsating cock. He didnt know what made him catch the milky white
fluid that left his submissive, just as he didnt know what caused him to lift it to his mouth
and run his tongue over it.
Brians loud whine told him he was watching the whole thing, the way he deliberately
clenched his muscles so that Matts cock dragged all the more clingingly out of him as he
lapped at the puddle of Brians sticky seed in his palm. He couldnt stop himself from
leaning over, smirking as instantly Brian pushed back and up onto his hands; moaning as
Matt took his mouth as roughly as he gripped his hair. He couldnt stop his own feral
keening at the way Brian sucked on Matts tongue, couldnt stop himself spilling over inside
of him as Brian dragged his own ending from his mouth and relished it.
Matt knew hed never come so hard in his life, his short hair flattened to his scalp as he
gasped for much needed air as he pulled from the kiss and straightened, watching as Brian
stared at him before he fell back against the bed; completely and thoroughly sated. Matt
trailed his eyes down his sweaty spine, running his fingers through the valley of
perspiration before he got to his ass. He couldnt stop himself from smirking devilishly as he
spread him, dragging his hips back and out. Brian blushed several shades of red, the pretty
color spreading down his chest and shoulders as Matt stared at his abused entrance.
Completely fascinated with the way it quivered, Matt couldnt stop himself from pressing his

finger to the muscle, watching as ever the greedy skank, Brian took him in welcomingly.
Matt could feel his release inside him, could feel the way Brian pitched as he stroked his
overstimulated prostate, milking just a little bit more from Brians slowly decreasing
erection. When Brian completely slumped, Matt pulled his hand back, watching intently as a
small line of his seed dribbled down his thigh.
Noting the way Brians ribs were spreading and sinking slowly in his back, Matt knew his
little kitty was close, if not completely, asleep. It didnt matter that he himself felt like he
could battle the Gods for their titles, it didnt matter that he felt electrified and energized; it
didnt matter, because Brian was sleeping and he couldnt stop himself from falling just a
little bit more into the madness that was love.
He hardly stirred as Matt climbed onto the bed and wrapped him in his arms, smiling as the
smaller of the two clung to him and snuggled into his broad chest; innocently throwing his
thigh over Matts middle and dragging him closer with his calve. It wasnt long before a
small puddle of drool was slowly forming over Matts heart, the absolute surety that Brian
was sleeping the best he ever had before because of his actions, sent a ball of pride to his
soul and made him tighten his arms, earning a pleasant mewl from the slumbering
brunette.
It was moments like those that Matt knew hed be at his calmest, at his sanest and most
joyed. And while it was Brians body and mind that Matt dominated, Matt was the one truly
owned, because Brian had stolen his heart, had laid silent claim to everything it stood for,
everything it entailed.
And smiling as sleep slowly took him; Matt knew he wouldnt have it any other way.