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Joey tossed his head as his eyes opened, but everything in sight remained black. He felt some soft of blindfold on him, and pulled his arms. They were pulled out, making him looks like a body on a crucifix. He could feel something tied tight around his wrists, and he smiled.

“You evil bastard,” he whispered. “You beautiful, evil bastard.”

Joey felt a pair of warm lips press to his, a familiar tongue invade his waiting mouth. He tilted his head back and let his lover kiss him fully, until finally they were both gasping for breath.

“I’m going to make you hurt,” a voice whispered in his ear, hot breath giving the little drummer goose bumps. “I’m going to make you bleed, cum, and scream for me.”

Joey gasped and arched his back, felt his bare chest connect with his lover’s.

“You’d better, Corey,” he whispered.

Corey grinned and looked down at Joey’s body, tied down for him. His ivory skin was lit by candle light, making it look even softer, even easier to rip and tear. The idea made the blood rush from Corey’s brain to his groin.

He ran his fingers over Joey’s thighs. The drummer tried to squirm, but his legs were effectively tied in place. The singer grinned and leaned down, kissed under Joey’s navel, then slowly up to his collarbone. The drummer sighed, then winced and released a low groan when Corey’s teeth sank deep into his skin.

When the singer lifted his head his lips were tainted red and the wound on Joey’s chest was bleeding. The blood slowly began to make crimson tracks down his ivory skin, and Corey watched for a moment, ice blue eyes entranced.

“Kiss me,” Joey whispered, bringing Corey back from his trance. “Let me taste my blood and your mouth.”

Never one to deny his porcelain beauty, Corey moved up the drummer’s lithe body and pressed their lips together lovingly, let Joey lick his lips clean, take his tongue captive. Their bodies rubbed as they kissed, their completely naked frames pressing together, making them moan through their kiss.

Corey was the one to pull away, his lips trailing over Joey’s jaw, then down his neck and chest. Slowly he began to lick away the blood that had smeared over the drummer’s chest, noticing some of the crimson delight staining his own pale skin.

A sound of pleasure escaped Joey’s throat as Corey licked his chest clean, then began to flick his tongue over his right nipple. The drummer inhaled quickly and whispered something Corey couldn’t understand, but yet he knew what Joey wanted.

He let his lips press to Joey’s warm skin and sucked on the pale flesh, let his teeth graze over it lightly at first. Joey moaned and arched his back, bringing his skin closer to Corey’s mouth, and the singer bit harder.

Joey gasped and squirmed, his heart racing in his chest as he felt like Corey might chew right through his thin flesh, right through to his ribs.

The idea of that made him incredibly hard. He pushed his hips up against Corey’s and ground against him, heard the singer growl low in his throat. He bit harder, and Joey yelped, eyes squeezing shut behind his blindfold.

“That hurt?” Corey asked, voice laced with amusement. Joey wished he could see his lover’s crazy blue eyes as he asked.

“Yessss,” Joey hissed.

“Does it hurt good?” Corey grinned as Joey’s lower lip trembled a little.

“It hurts so good,” the drummer confessed, feeling Corey grinding down softly against him. He moaned and felt Corey’s lips on his neck, then his teeth nipping his flesh.

“I’m gonna make it hurt even better,” the singer murmured. Joey whimpered when he felt Corey’s skin leave his, and the bed move as Corey left. He wasn’t gone more then ten or fifteen seconds, but to Joey it could’ve been hours.

He smiled when he felt the bed move and Corey maneuver over him. There was a silent moment where Joey swore neither of them breathed-

Then a hot, liquid drop landed on Joey’s chest. He gasped and arched his back, another drop landing near the first. He moaned as another fell, then another.

“Corey,” he hissed, his hips bucking up and grinding against the singer’s. Corey moaned and ground back, almost losing his grip on the candle in his hand. He watched as he let more wax drop onto Joey’s chest, heard him hiss with pleasure as the pain of the burn fed his adrenaline rush.

Corey smirked deviously and tipped the candle, watched as the wax fell on one of Joey’s pale nipples. The drummer cried out and arched his back, thrusting his hips roughly against Corey’s, making the singer groan.

“Do that again,” Joey pleaded. “Please. Please.” Corey’s grin grew and he tipped the candle, watched as Joey’s beautiful face contorted with the mix of pain and pleasure, felt how he thrust his hips up in need.

“Oh Corey,” Joey moaned, head tipped back. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.” He whimpered softly as Corey leaned in and whispered against his ear,

“Not yet, baby. Not yet. My fun has just begun.”

Joey cried out when he felt the bed move and Corey leave, whimpered and pushed his hips up into the air, his erection almost aching, leaking pre cum. He whimpered more, dying for release, and was relieved when he felt the bed move and Corey move back over him.

The drummer felt something cold touch his arms, then whined around it, sharp and almost freezing. Instantly goose bumps began to rise on his body. He felt Corey wrap whatever it was up his arm, around his wrist and hand, helping to further more bind him in place.

As Corey was binding his other arm Joey felt a little fear rising in him. He had no idea what his lover was putting on him. He shivered, aroused even more at the thought of a little unplanned danger, and tried to rub against Corey’s body. The singer lifted into the air out of his reach, and Joey whimpered.

Suddenly he felt his blindfold loosen, and blinked as Corey removed it and threw it somewhere behind him. The room was dark, lit by only a few candles, so the sudden light didn’t hurt Joey’s eyes.

“Corey?” Joey whispered. Corey grinned.

“I need to see your face,” he murmured as he leaned closer, against Joey’s lips. “I need to see your eyes as I fuck you like the little animal you are.”

The singer's lips pressed hard to Joey’s and he bit the drummer’s bottom lips, blood flowing over their tongues. Joey’s eyes flicked around the room, trying to take in everything…

He looked at his right arm, and his eyes widened, slowly following a trail of sharp metal up his arm.

Barbed wire. Corey had him tied up with barbed wire.

“If you squirm too much,” Corey hissed in his ear, “you’ll be ripped to shreds.”

Joey swallowed the lump in his throat and watched Corey move down his body, unbind his legs from the bed. Carefully Corey spread them wide, then gripped Joey’s thighs and without warning thrust roughly inside him. The drummer gasped loudly, his breath caught in his throat, and tossed his head, bit his bleeding lip.

Corey groaned and started a steady rhythm, watched as Joey writhed in pain, the barbed wire cutting into his ivory flesh.

Joey whimpered and looked at Corey.

“Does it still hurt?” Corey asked, leaning close, and Joey nodded.

“Y-yes.” He clutched his hands closed, felt the barbed wire dig into his palms. He groaned, tears beginning to slide down his smooth cheeks.

“Good,” Corey whispered as he licked a trail of tears away. “It’ll hurt better soon baby, I promise.” He smirked and nipped at Joey’s earlobe. “Very soon.”

Joey shivered at Corey’s hushed whisper, and felt the pain that would shoot through his body with each of his lover’s thrusts residing, slowly being replaced by a throbbing pleasure.

He pushed his hips towards Corey in time with his thrusts and tilted his head back, releasing a breathy cry every time the singer pushed deep into him.

“Fuck!” he gasped, his back arching. He closed his hands around the barbed wire again, felt it dig into his already bleeding wounds and make more. His blood was running down his arms, over the rest of the barbed wire that was slowly embedding itself in his skin.

Corey was gripping his hips, his nails digging into Joey’s flesh.

“You like that Joey?” he hissed. “You like the pain you little slut?”

“Fuck yes!” Joey cried, his breathing coming in breathy gasps. “I love the pain!”

Corey smirked and leaned forward, and whispered against Joey’s lips, “Good.” He kissed him roughly, felt Joey desperately trying to rub against him, to get some friction over his length. Reaching between their bodies, Corey grasped Joey’s needy erection and broke the kiss, grinning down at him. Joey cried out a number of curses and babbled pleas as Corey jerked him off to the rhythm of his thrusts.

The drummer clutched his hands closed one more time, the skin of his palms completely torn and shredded. He pushed into Corey’s hand one last time, then screamed the singer’s name with his orgasm as his cum spilled onto Corey’s hands.

Corey gasped as his own orgasm wracked his body; his seed spent inside Joey’s torn and bloodied body.

He slipped out of Joey, who was left a trembling and bloody mess, looking up at Corey. Carefully Corey unwound the barbed wire from Joey’s arms and let it fall to the floor, followed by his original bindings. The drummer fell flat to the bed, panting, tears streaking his cheeks, but a smile on his bloody, swollen lips.

Corey looked down at him for a moment.

“You’re a mess,” he murmured, running a hand over Joey’s cheek. The drummer smiled deviously.

“I’m your little slut, I like being a mess.”

Corey shivered and his blue eyes locked with Corey’s. He grinned, knowing the night was far from over.

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Joey tossed his head as his eyes opened, but everything in sight remained black. He felt some soft of blindfold on him, and pulled his arms. They were pulled out, making him looks like a body on a crucifix. He could feel something tied tight around his wrists, and he smiled.

“You evil bastard,” he whispered. “You beautiful, evil bastard.”

Joey felt a pair of warm lips press to his, a familiar tongue invade his waiting mouth. He tilted his head back and let his lover kiss him fully, until finally they were both gasping for breath.

“I’m going to make you hurt,” a voice whispered in his ear, hot breath giving the little drummer goose bumps. “I’m going to make you bleed, cum, and scream for me.”

Joey gasped and arched his back, felt his bare chest connect with his lover’s.

“You’d better, Corey,” he whispered.

Corey grinned and looked down at Joey’s body, tied down for him. His ivory skin was lit by candle light, making it look even softer, even easier to rip and tear. The idea made the blood rush from Corey’s brain to his groin.

He ran his fingers over Joey’s thighs. The drummer tried to squirm, but his legs were effectively tied in place. The singer grinned and leaned down, kissed under Joey’s navel, then slowly up to his collarbone. The drummer sighed, then winced and released a low groan when Corey’s teeth sank deep into his skin.

When the singer lifted his head his lips were tainted red and the wound on Joey’s chest was bleeding. The blood slowly began to make crimson tracks down his ivory skin, and Corey watched for a moment, ice blue eyes entranced.

“Kiss me,” Joey whispered, bringing Corey back from his trance. “Let me taste my blood and your mouth.”

Never one to deny his porcelain beauty, Corey moved up the drummer’s lithe body and pressed their lips together lovingly, let Joey lick his lips clean, take his tongue captive. Their bodies rubbed as they kissed, their completely naked frames pressing together, making them moan through their kiss.

Corey was the one to pull away, his lips trailing over Joey’s jaw, then down his neck and chest. Slowly he began to lick away the blood that had smeared over the drummer’s chest, noticing some of the crimson delight staining his own pale skin.

A sound of pleasure escaped Joey’s throat as Corey licked his chest clean, then began to flick his tongue over his right nipple. The drummer inhaled quickly and whispered something Corey couldn’t understand, but yet he knew what Joey wanted.

He let his lips press to Joey’s warm skin and sucked on the pale flesh, let his teeth graze over it lightly at first. Joey moaned and arched his back, bringing his skin closer to Corey’s mouth, and the singer bit harder.

Joey gasped and squirmed, his heart racing in his chest as he felt like Corey might chew right through his thin flesh, right through to his ribs.

The idea of that made him incredibly hard. He pushed his hips up against Corey’s and ground against him, heard the singer growl low in his throat. He bit harder, and Joey yelped, eyes squeezing shut behind his blindfold.

“That hurt?” Corey asked, voice laced with amusement. Joey wished he could see his lover’s crazy blue eyes as he asked.

“Yessss,” Joey hissed.

“Does it hurt good?” Corey grinned as Joey’s lower lip trembled a little.

“It hurts so good,” the drummer confessed, feeling Corey grinding down softly against him. He moaned and felt Corey’s lips on his neck, then his teeth nipping his flesh.

“I’m gonna make it hurt even better,” the singer murmured. Joey whimpered when he felt Corey’s skin leave his, and the bed move as Corey left. He wasn’t gone more then ten or fifteen seconds, but to Joey it could’ve been hours.

He smiled when he felt the bed move and Corey maneuver over him. There was a silent moment where Joey swore neither of them breathed-

Then a hot, liquid drop landed on Joey’s chest. He gasped and arched his back, another drop landing near the first. He moaned as another fell, then another.

“Corey,” he hissed, his hips bucking up and grinding against the singer’s. Corey moaned and ground back, almost losing his grip on the candle in his hand. He watched as he let more wax drop onto Joey’s chest, heard him hiss with pleasure as the pain of the burn fed his adrenaline rush.

Corey smirked deviously and tipped the candle, watched as the wax fell on one of Joey’s pale nipples. The drummer cried out and arched his back, thrusting his hips roughly against Corey’s, making the singer groan.

“Do that again,” Joey pleaded. “Please. Please.” Corey’s grin grew and he tipped the candle, watched as Joey’s beautiful face contorted with the mix of pain and pleasure, felt how he thrust his hips up in need.

“Oh Corey,” Joey moaned, head tipped back. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.” He whimpered softly as Corey leaned in and whispered against his ear,

“Not yet, baby. Not yet. My fun has just begun.”

Joey cried out when he felt the bed move and Corey leave, whimpered and pushed his hips up into the air, his erection almost aching, leaking pre cum. He whimpered more, dying for release, and was relieved when he felt the bed move and Corey move back over him.

The drummer felt something cold touch his arms, then whined around it, sharp and almost freezing. Instantly goose bumps began to rise on his body. He felt Corey wrap whatever it was up his arm, around his wrist and hand, helping to further more bind him in place.

As Corey was binding his other arm Joey felt a little fear rising in him. He had no idea what his lover was putting on him. He shivered, aroused even more at the thought of a little unplanned danger, and tried to rub against Corey’s body. The singer lifted into the air out of his reach, and Joey whimpered.

Suddenly he felt his blindfold loosen, and blinked as Corey removed it and threw it somewhere behind him. The room was dark, lit by only a few candles, so the sudden light didn’t hurt Joey’s eyes.

“Corey?” Joey whispered. Corey grinned.

“I need to see your face,” he murmured as he leaned closer, against Joey’s lips. “I need to see your eyes as I fuck you like the little animal you are.”

The singer's lips pressed hard to Joey’s and he bit the drummer’s bottom lips, blood flowing over their tongues. Joey’s eyes flicked around the room, trying to take in everything…

He looked at his right arm, and his eyes widened, slowly following a trail of sharp metal up his arm.

Barbed wire. Corey had him tied up with barbed wire.

“If you squirm too much,” Corey hissed in his ear, “you’ll be ripped to shreds.”

Joey swallowed the lump in his throat and watched Corey move down his body, unbind his legs from the bed. Carefully Corey spread them wide, then gripped Joey’s thighs and without warning thrust roughly inside him. The drummer gasped loudly, his breath caught in his throat, and tossed his head, bit his bleeding lip.

Corey groaned and started a steady rhythm, watched as Joey writhed in pain, the barbed wire cutting into his ivory flesh.

Joey whimpered and looked at Corey.

“Does it still hurt?” Corey asked, leaning close, and Joey nodded.

“Y-yes.” He clutched his hands closed, felt the barbed wire dig into his palms. He groaned, tears beginning to slide down his smooth cheeks.

“Good,” Corey whispered as he licked a trail of tears away. “It’ll hurt better soon baby, I promise.” He smirked and nipped at Joey’s earlobe. “Very soon.”

Joey shivered at Corey’s hushed whisper, and felt the pain that would shoot through his body with each of his lover’s thrusts residing, slowly being replaced by a throbbing pleasure.

He pushed his hips towards Corey in time with his thrusts and tilted his head back, releasing a breathy cry every time the singer pushed deep into him.

“Fuck!” he gasped, his back arching. He closed his hands around the barbed wire again, felt it dig into his already bleeding wounds and make more. His blood was running down his arms, over the rest of the barbed wire that was slowly embedding itself in his skin.

Corey was gripping his hips, his nails digging into Joey’s flesh.

“You like that Joey?” he hissed. “You like the pain you little slut?”

“Fuck yes!” Joey cried, his breathing coming in breathy gasps. “I love the pain!”

Corey smirked and leaned forward, and whispered against Joey’s lips, “Good.” He kissed him roughly, felt Joey desperately trying to rub against him, to get some friction over his length. Reaching between their bodies, Corey grasped Joey’s needy erection and broke the kiss, grinning down at him. Joey cried out a number of curses and babbled pleas as Corey jerked him off to the rhythm of his thrusts.

The drummer clutched his hands closed one more time, the skin of his palms completely torn and shredded. He pushed into Corey’s hand one last time, then screamed the singer’s name with his orgasm as his cum spilled onto Corey’s hands.

Corey gasped as his own orgasm wracked his body; his seed spent inside Joey’s torn and bloodied body.

He slipped out of Joey, who was left a trembling and bloody mess, looking up at Corey. Carefully Corey unwound the barbed wire from Joey’s arms and let it fall to the floor, followed by his original bindings. The drummer fell flat to the bed, panting, tears streaking his cheeks, but a smile on his bloody, swollen lips.

Corey looked down at him for a moment.

“You’re a mess,” he murmured, running a hand over Joey’s cheek. The drummer smiled deviously.

“I’m your little slut, I like being a mess.”

Corey shivered and his blue eyes locked with Corey’s. He grinned, knowing the night was far from over.