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Mike was standing in his robe and awkwardly fidgeting with his hands outside Tre’s hotel room, mentally preparing for what he was about to ask. He took a breath and shook himself out as he raised a fist to knock on the door. It swung open quicker than Mike expected and he jumped a bit, eyeing Tre, who clearly just stepped out of the shower. If the towel hanging around his waist were any shorter, he’d surely be seeing a lot more of Tre.
“Oh, uh– Hi Tre…” Mike scratched the back of his neck. “I was coming to ask you about something–” Tre noted he looked uncharacteristically nervous.
“Listen,” Tre began with a subtle smirk. “I just got outta the shower, so I’m not really up for fucking you right now.”
“You fuckin’ wish.” Mike pushed himself into the room and Tre followed, letting the door shut behind them.
“Well, then to what do I owe this pleasure?” Tre asked curiously.
“I need your… thoughts on Billie…” Mike sucked in through his teeth. He was reluctant to come to Tre with these things because he hated the way he taunted them.
“Trouble with the boyfriend, huh?” Tre asked in a mocking tone.
“Yeah, yeah, spare me the fuckin’ jokes.” Mike ran a hand through his hair and gathered his thoughts. “But…” he sighed. “Sort of, yeah, he’s definitely in trouble.”
Tre raised his eyebrows, amused.
“What’s the little brat got himself into now?” Tre laughed to himself. Mike shot him a look that said he wasn’t amused.
“He’s not listening, I mean, actually he’s—”
“Oh, he’s openly defying you,” Tre interrupted with a sideways smirk. Mike’s eyes widened as he realized Tre already knew what he was thinking.
“Fuck! You’ve noticed it, too?!”
“Oh Mikey,” Tre frowned sarcastically and patted Mike’s shoulder. “Ha, yeah, I saw him on stage last night… jumpin’ around and taunting you, pushing the limits. Y’know I’m all for you guys comin’ out, right?” It was a rhetorical question. He knew both of them wanted to keep the relationship a secret (despite their habit of very publicly joking about the idea in interviews). “You let him keep that up and people are gonna start askin’ some more serious questions, y’know?”
“I know. He’s gonna give us away if he doesn’t stop acting out so much. That’s why last night I,” Mike hesitated, knowing Tre was gonna laugh at his next words. “Told Billie he’s grounded.”
“Ha! Grounded!?” Tre snorted. “Did you take away his gameboy and guitar privileges? Shorten his curfew?” He continued laughing to himself while Mike just rolled his eyes.
“I knew this was a bad idea. Forget it.” He went to walk out until Tre put a hand on his shoulder.
“Heh- hey,” He urged through a snicker. “I’ll stop, okay? So what do you want my help with, anyway?”
“Well, that’s just it, y’know? I don’t know exactly what to do.”
“Lemme guess. You want Unkie Tre to set ‘im straight?” Tre asked excitedly. Mike took a brief, defeated pause.
“Ugh,” he scoffed. “Yes, actually—”
“Now what d'ya mean when you say he’s ‘grounded?’” Tre used airquotes for the word.
“I dunno. I just blurted it out. Said he’s not going to that party tonight and that we’d discuss the rest in the morning… aaand now I’m here.” Mike raised his arms to gesture to the room. “Consutling with you… God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” he sighed. Tre put his hands to his hips and did a mock hair-flip.
“I am the expert at this stuff, y’know.” Tre crossed over to the couch and motioned for Mike to sit next to him. They sat quietly for a few moments as Tre sipped his coffee and brainstormed ideas. “So. No party for the boy.” Tre made a tsk tsk sound before continuing. “BJ is not gonna be happy about that.”
“Oh, he’s upset alright. He tried to argue last night but I wouldn’t have it. He’s still asleep right now, so I’ve no clue what kinda mood he’ll be in when he wakes up.” Mike thought about it to himself for a moment. “He’ll probably be a little grumpy…”
“Don’t you worry,” Tre sipped his coffee. “You’ve come to the master.”
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“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Billie looked distraught. “I can’t just skip out on it, people are expecting me! I’ll look like a flake.” Billie was almost pleading with Mike, who was clearly not having it.
“Nope, sorry, I’m putting my foot down. Maybe next time you’ll think harder about your actions.” His tone was firm.
“Pluuus…” Tre joined in, “No one will think you’re a faker because I’m not going either.” He said with a grin and little ta-da pose. Billie looked between the two men standing over him from the couch, surprised. Mike put a hand up before Billie could interject.
“You ‘n Tre got food poisoning. Ate the same thing at the restaurant last night. Such a disappointment, too, because you guys were so excited…”
Billie crossed his arms and slumped into the couch, staring off angrily at the floor.
“Fuck you guys.” He mumbled.
“Hey, watch your fucking tone.” Mike reached down and tilted Billie’s chin up towards him. His eyes were full of mischief. He forced him to hold his gaze just long enough until Mike realized it was only adding fuel to the fire growing behind those green eyes. “Don’t even think about it.” He finally said as he pushed him out of his hands.
“Huh– or what?” Billie knew he was pushing the limits, but he couldn’t care less. He was already grounded or whatever the fuck Mike wanted to call it.
Mike’s instincts were swift– not to mention he was pretty much expecting Billie to mouth off (as was his tendency). His hand swung quickly across Billie’s cheek, obviously catching him off guard. He looked shocked as he glanced back up at Mike after catching his bearings. The air was silent for a moment.
“Sorry.” Billie mumbled quietly as he shrunk into the couch.
“D’you say something, Bill?” Mike asked, a bit of contempt in his tone.
“I’m sorry, Mike.” Billie repeated himself weakly, but loud enough for both men to hear him this time. Tre leaned over to Mike and held his hand up in front of his mouth.
“You still let him call you Mike?”
“I don’t like Sir or whatever the hell else is out there. Names’ll do.” Mike responded. Tre thought for a second.
“Okay with you if he calls me Sir? I find names a little disrespectful to the dynamics of a dom--” Mike cut him off.
“Yeah, sure Tre, I don’t care. Just spare me the details of the arts of bdsm or whatever.” he whispered.
Tre nodded and mock zipped his mouth and they both returned their attention to Billie, who was staring at the floor again.
“Aaanyway,” Tre began pacing in front of the couch, listing out the plans for the night. “First thing’s first kid. You get to call me Sir and I get to call you whatever the fuck I want.” Billie furrowed his brows, apprehensive. He looked to Mike for any explanation.
“Mike ‘the fuck’s he talking about?” Billie sat up, trying to reach for him, but Tre leaned down and pinned his shoulders back into the couch.
“Second, shut the fuck up and don’t speak unless spoken to.” Billie looked up to meet Tre’s eyes, which widened as he held up three fingers in his face. “Third…” He licked his lips slowly before lowering his tone. “You absolutely may not, under any circumstance, no matter how fucking bad you want to, no matter how fucking bad it may hurt… cum until I say so.” He had a wild smirk on his face as he finished his sentence.
Tre quickly hopped on top of Billie and straddled him, pulling his head back by his curls. He leaned down and started slowly biting Billie’s ear, causing him to moan. Billie struggled to pull away and find Mike, to look into his eyes, to plead forgiveness, but Tre was easily overpowering him.
“Chill out.” Tre growled in his ear as he pushed himself a little harder into Billie’s abdomen, forcing another moan out of him. Billie felt like he had no choice but to comply. He just wanted to know what the fuck was going on. After a few moments of his breath slowing, Tre finally let up and hopped off him. Mike and Tre sat on either side of him on the couch.
“Bill?” Mike put his hand on Billie’s knee. “Given your recent behavior, and Tre’s willingness to help me sort it out… he’s gonna take care of you tonight.” He tilted his head down to meet Billie’s eyes, which were pouting out into the distance.
“Hey, look at me.” Mike commanded. Billie glanced up at him, jaw clenching slightly. “D’you hear me, Billie Joe?”
“Yes,” he answered flatly and nodded. Just then Tre put his hand on Billie’s other knee, tapping him reassuringly.
“Aww, don’t sound so disappointed Beej. We’re gonna have a great time.” Tre smirked. Billie clenched his jaw a bit harder to keep from speaking. He was feeling a swirl of different emotions, but was trying hard not to let them show. He knew from past experience that Tre would use almost anything he said against him later. Best not to give him any material, Billie thought. He relaxed himself into a fake smile, nodding slightly and staring at the floor.
Billie was also trying not to think about being alone with Tre all night, but his dick was already pulsing with excitement over the idea. Tre was definitely harsher than Mike, he knew from the boys’ many nights of indulging in the arts of ménage à trois. But… What if he missed Mike? Or worse, what if he needed him? He’d never left Billie alone before, always watching to intervene if Tre got too rough. Even though Billie liked it (and often pleaded with Mike to let Tre continue), he was beginning to feel nervous at the thought of finally getting a taste of having Tre completely in control. A shiver went down his spine.
Mike got off the couch with a little bounce and straightened himself out in the mirror.
“So, Billie Joe, I expect you to be on your best behavior… Tre has a lotta fun stuff planned,” he smirked at himself in the mirror, thinking of everything the two of them discussed earlier. He smoothed his blonde sideburns and winked at himself, satisfied with his look for the night. “And don’t worry babe, I won’t be back too late. Can’t let Tre have all the fun, y’know?” he looked over at Billie, who’d gone back to moping. God, he looked so fucking cute even when he was being a brat.
“I’m gonna go get ready, too,” Tre stood and nodded at Mike, signaling he was ready. He stopped and turned before heading into the bathroom, “Billie? There’s something in my bag that you’ll need to get changed into for me, ‘kay, doll?”
Billie looked up from his sulking to see Mike already grabbing the bag. He handed it to Billie as he leaned down and kissed his forehead, tilting his chin up as he pulled away.
“Don’t even think about leaving this hotel room, either. You two are sick, remember? If someone sees you in public, you are gonna look like a lyin’ asshole flake, just like you said.” He was warning Billie, whispering sweetly in his ear but using an almost threatening tone. Billie had briefly thought about stealing Tre’s room key while he was off preparing god knows what, possibly being able to lock himself in the other room until morning. Mike’s cautionary words made it feel like he was reading his thoughts.
Billie couldn’t help but feel sick over how well this had all been planned out. Sure, there was excitement brewing in his stomach, and his nerves were tingling like all-fire. But being suckered into this left him burning with irritation, too. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling so obedient anymore. In fact, as Mike shut the door behind him and the shower faucet squeaked on, Billie began devising a plan of his own. He was not going to make this night easy, let alone fun, for Tre.
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Tre’s delighted whistling came to a halt as he entered the hotel room den. He eyed Billie, who had made himself comfortable all kicked-up on the couch and watching TV.
“Hmm, “ he began as he paced further in the room. “I take it you couldn’t find the bag I mentioned?” Tre asked.
Billie raised his eyebrows playfully, acting like he didn’t hear him and continued to focus on the screen in front of him.
“Huh? What’d you say?”
Tre made a face, clearly surprised by what he was hearing. He chuckled softly to himself.
“Oh-ho, Billie,” he chuckled again. “You really do not know what you’re playing with right now. Let’s try again, shall we?” His tone was demanding, but light. He wanted to give Billie one last chance to do things the easy way.
Billie lazily glanced around the room pretending not to see the bag he’d left on the floor after Mike left. He dragged this on for about ten seconds before spotting it with a faux aha!
“Ooh, riiight… the bag,” Billie said, feigning sincerity. “Sorry,” he frowned. “Forgot.”
“My boy, tsk tsk….”
Tre quickly snatched his wrist, yanking him off the couch into a standing position. He ignored the whines coming from Billie that clearly signaled he was in pain. Tre tightened his grip and dragged him across the room, pulling his arm and throwing him on the floor beside the bag. He looked down into Billie’s eyes, which were looking much more concerned now that there had been some physical action.
“Open it.” Tre ordered. Billie wasn’t too worried just yet, only caught off guard. He was still planning to see how far he could push Tre. He followed the instruction so as to not draw extra attention to himself and blushed when he saw inside the bag. He held up the black baby doll dress and groaned.
“Ohh, c’mon now,” Tre cooed. “Don’t act like you hate it, you little sissy.” He knelt down and delicately placed his hand under Billie’s chin. “I know how much you like playing dress up.” he smiled.
Billie couldn’t argue, especially as his dick started to grow harder and was bound to give him away any second now, anyway. Tre leaned in closer to his face.
“Better get a move on, pretty boy.” He clicked his tongue and nodded for him to get up. “C’mon. Let’s get you changed.” Billie groaned again.
“Why are you doin’ all this, Tre? Can’t we just get this punishment over with?” He whined as he got to his feet.
“Oh, Billie-boy,” Tre tapped his fingertips together mischievously and eyed him up and down. “This isn’t just a punishment,” he laughed as he motioned to the dress in Billie’s hands. “I’m giving you what you want,” another smirk crossed his lips. Billie scoffed, feeling both amused and skeptical at what Tre was getting at.
“‘the hell d’you know about what I want?” he asked cautiously.
Tre let out a low and wicked chuckle to himself as he shook his head, stepping closer to Billie so he was just inches away. Billie could hear his heartbeat thumping in his ears as his chest grew tighter. The sound of Tre’s laughter was only making his heart race faster. He felt Tre’s hand gently curl around his chin, forcing him to look directly into his hostile stare.
“Don’t play innocent,” he began with a low growl. “You think I haven’t noticed your exceptionally slutty stage presence lately? I sit a few feet behind ‘ya, on a fuckin’ pedestal in the middle of that stage…Y’know I can see everything behind that drum kit up there, Bill.”
“I––”
“Ah-ah,” Tre interrupted. “Rule number two, ‘member? Don’t speak unless spoken to.”
Billie felt his stomach dropping, like his fight-or-flight was being triggered but his body couldn’t do either one. The hair on his arms began to rise as he kept looking straight at Tre.
“Everyone knows what you want, Bill. We see past your little winks and teases and innuendos pointed at our dear bassist. You might as well be on stage wearin’ pink booty shorts that say ‘Dirnt’s Bitch’ on the ass.” He tightened his grip slightly on Billie’s chin, hearing a faint swallow come from his throat. Tre cocked his head. “‘S’matter Billie? Nervous?” he grinned. Billie shook his head as much as Tre’s grip would allow.
“Good! No more fuckin’ questions. Strip.” Tre demanded with a smile.
Billie slowly undressed as he mentally revised his plan. Fuck, this was about more than just what he did last night. He did love fucking around with Mike on stage, even the fans knew that, but the guys did worry about the deeper intimacies of his and Mike’s relationship getting out there. And he had been really playing it up, lately… he just didn’t realize he was going too far. Stupid! Now Tre was involved and that could only mean one thing: he was going to deliver the kind of pain that Mike could never bring himself to carry out.
Mike… always caving to Billie’s whines and pleas, lightening up on his strength… He was useless when it came to actually conveying a message through punishment. When Tre got involved, he set Billie straight for weeks. The dress made him think that tonight was not going to be an easy lesson. As he slipped it on and smoothed out the loose fabric against his chest, Tre caught sight of his hardening dick poking out from underneath.
“Huh, seems I really do know what you want, sissy,” he hissed. “On your knees, bitch.”
Billie felt the heat in his belly begin to surge again at Tre’s command. He knew any show of defiance in this moment would only make tonight worse, but he still didn’t want to give in so easily. He stood still as Tre shut off the television and walked into the other room briefly, then crossed his arms and felt his feet planted firmly in the carpet. He was not moving.
Tre returned a minute later with a few things in hand, a smirk tugging at his lips when he saw Billie’s figure defiantly standing in the center of the room. He chuckled and shook his head at the floor.
“‘Yer so pretty when you’re angry, y’know that?” He tossed the stuff in his hands to the couch and began circling Billie, clicking his tongue with disappointment. “Biiillie, Billie… This just won’t do,” he said plainly. “You tryna make this harder?”
“Hmph,” Billie’s lips contorted with a smile. “Harder for you, maybe,” he mumbled. He dropped his hands to his sides, balling them into fists but maintaining a stoic composure. He wished the heat radiating off his skin would act to repel Tre from stepping any closer, but he leaned down to Billie’s ear.
“Sooo pretty,” he continued harshly as he grabbed hold of Billie’s cock, making his knees buckle slightly. “When you pretend you’re not enjoying this…” Tre’s voice lingered like a snake in Billie’s ear as he gripped his dick harder, practically pulling him against his own growing bulge.
“Ahh-fffu–” Billie moaned as he awkwardly fell into Tre’s mouth. He kissed Billie hard, biting at his lower lip, sucking it aggressively and leaving him trembling as he pulled away. Billie could feel his resolve weakening at Tre’s assertive touch. He moaned again at the feeling of being released from Tre’s grasp, left cowering under his gaze.
“Knees.” Tre ordered sternly. Billie obeyed this time. He knelt and sat back on his heels, the hem of the dress hardly covering his ass in this position. He settled himself for a moment then looked up at Tre, his eyes dark and playful.
“That’s more like it,” Tre patted Billie’s head and went on circling him again, his boots leaving notable imprints on the plush carpet. “So, you know what comes next, right?” Billie cocked his head, looking up at Tre with a playfully dubious expression.
“Hmm, can’t say I do,” Billie murmured. Tre clicked his tongue in disappointment once again, squatting down to meet him face to face. They stared at each other, a moment of silence, the contrasting emotions of excitement and fear and suspense and lust hanging in the air between them. The green in Billie’s eyes began to grow as Tre settled a strong grip under his chin, pushing into his windpipe.
“‘s’that so?” Tre growled as he reaffirmed his hold on Billie’s throat.
“Uh-huh,” Billie choked out. He kept his dark, deceitful gaze locked with Tre’s, who looked mildly amused at his opposition. He dropped his hold of Billie, making him stumble to regain balance. Tre stood and used his foot to shove Billie’s shoulder, forcing him backwards to his elbows. But with the sinister, dark glare Billie shot back at him, Tre was beginning to realize that his shows of dominance were only fueling Billie to resist more. Typically this would make Tre grab some ropes already, but Billie’s attitude was giving him some ideas. He took a step back and waited for Billie’s next move.
Billie was watching him carefully, a bit of concern flooding his mind. Why is he just standing there? He felt his dick pulsing in the open air, peeking through the dress again. Tre just chuckled to himself when he noticed and began pacing a few steps back and forth.
“Y’know Billie, for someone who’s acting like he’s not enjoying this, a liiittle somethin’ is tellin’ me otherwise,” he glanced down at Billie’s crotch and smirked. Billie rolled his eyes at the insinuation that he had a small dick.
“Shut up, Tre,” Billie muttered, a bit heated.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Tre moved quickly to step towards him. He lifted his boot just above Billie’s crotch, resting his heel on the floor, pressing on Billie’s cock like a gas pedal. Billie let out a startled whine, practically flattening out on the floor under the pressure of Tre’s foot, which was increasing with every second.
“Ff-- I’m sorry,” he pleaded.
“Hmm?” Tre pressed his foot a little harder.
“I’m s-sorry, sir!” Billie whimpered, eager to get Tre to let up.
“That’s a start,” Tre sighed as he lifted his foot. He bent down and grabbed his shoulders, pulling Billie up. “Fuck, Mike never told me how fuckin’ adorable you look when you’re begging for mercy like a little bitch,” he smirked watching Billie’s expression harden. “Hands and knees, bitch.” He watched and enjoyed the little winces Billie made as he got into position. “That’s a good little slut, following instructions.”
Maybe it was the ache from Tre’s foot, or the name calling, or the mention of his name reminding Billie of Mike’s absence–he couldn’t decide. His impulses took over and he spit on the boot in front of him.
Tre smirked.
“Huh,” He grabbed a handful of Billie’s hair, yanking his head back so hard that he rose to his knees, a few grimaces and whines escaping him. “You think that’s funny, you fuckin’ faggot?”
“Who you callin’ a faggot?” Billie challenged. Tre tugged his hair harder, pulling his head all the way back. He leaned down and began suckling and biting at the exposed skin, letting his teeth nip at the spots he knew to be ticklish. As much as Billie was trying to resist, the involuntary moans coming from his lips were giving him away. He felt himself giving in slightly to Tre’s persistent tongue on his throat. Then without warning, Tre jerked Billie away and out of his grasp, letting him fall to the floor like a piece of trash. He hit the carpet with a desperate groan, feeling disoriented at the way he’d been jolted around.
“You… faggot,” Tre repeated. He waved for Billie to come closer but interrupted when he saw the singer attempt to get to his feet. “Ah, ah. Crawl to me,” he snarled.
Billie straightened himself on all fours, an unhappy mmph coming from his throat. He felt humiliated with his ass hanging out of the dress, his dick suspended in stiff agony and beginning to leak precum. He could practically feel Tre’s gaze trained on him as he reluctantly crawled to him.
“Boot, pretty boy,” Tre nodded down to his foot pointing out. “Lick it.” Billie scoffed at the command and sat back on his knees, looking up at Tre incredulously.
“Fuck yo-”
Tre swung the back of his hand to Billie’s face as he’d begun to protest.
“Hmph. You seem to be forgetting who makes the rules here.” he snarled as Billie shuddered beneath his strike. “Or anywhere for that matter…” Tre forced Billie back on his hands. “‘Specially on stage… D’you figure out yet why I put you in a dress? Hmm?” he looked at him expectantly, but Billie kept quiet, afraid to make a sound.
“You need a reminder of your place, Beej. Yeah, sure… you get to play king every night, in stadiums full of fans charmed by you and your rebellious attitude… the way you take reign of the stage.” Tre leaned down closer, staring deep into Billie’s eyes and lifted a hand to cup his cheek. There was an expectant look in Tre’s eyes as he began his next words. “But you’re not really the king, are you? Mike is.”
Billie felt himself weakening, accepting his fate of the evening. That he fucked up and was being punished. He felt like Tre had reached down his throat and pulled out all his insides, exposing his deepest secrets. He nodded his head faintly in response.
“How’s the song go again?” Tre teased. “King for a day, princess by dawn? Pretty on the nose with that one, I’d say.” He chuckled as Billie rolled his eyes.
“So go on. Lick it, princess,” Tre demanded as he straightened back up. Billie was still clearly hesitant. There’s no way Mike had given the green light on all this, he’d never used humiliation like this. Surely he wouldn’t grant Tre the authority to do so, right? He turned his nose up slightly at the thought.
“Hey!” Tre snapped. “Don’t make me ask a third time, fuckin’ brat, or this boot’ll reach those pretty lips in a much less graceful manner.” He threatened, his tone harsh and gravelly.
Billie clenched his jaw in anger as he moved cautiously towards Tre. He leaned down and planted a quick kiss to the curve of the patent leather where his spit still lingered, eager to get it over with. He sat back on his knees and kept his eyes trained on the floor, waiting for Tre’s next command.
“That’s much more like it, princess.” Tre spat harshly. Billie clenched his jaw harder, desperate to hold back his growing anger. Tre knelt down and patted Billie’s cheek, adjusting his tone to be softer this time. “You know, you’d be so much prettier if only Mike would let me collar train you. Much more obedient, too…” he trailed off as he watched for Billie’s reaction.
Billie’s eyes widened in anger, face flushing, as he stared back at Tre taunting him mere inches from his face. The thought of a collar being locked around his neck made him both hot and uneasy, and he accidentally let out a little agitated groan.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Tre grinned.
“No.” Billie grumbled almost too quickly.
“Then why are you practically drooling with excitement right now?” Tre gestured to Billie’s dick starting to leak precum again. Billie straightened himself out, embarrassed.
“It’s not what you think,” Billie began to argue, but Tre was too quick. Before he could even finish his sentence, Tre grabbed something off the couch and just seconds later there wasn’t a point to finishing his argument. A soft pink leather collar was being fastened around Billie’s neck, with a cold metal lock resting on his spine, keeping it in place.
“Oh, it’s exactly what I think, Princess.” Tre cackled. Billie tested the collar, it wasn’t too tight but it definitely wasn’t coming off without the key.
“Get this fucking thing off me.” Billie began angrily. Tre’s hand came down again, this time on Billie’s other cheek, hard enough to knock him to the floor.
“That’s for talking without being told.” Tre’s tone was firm and he smirked wildly. “Besides, I couldn’t even if I wanted to… Mike has the key.” He chuckled watching Billie on the floor all crumpled and defeated. “Your boyfriend’ll decide when you’ve learned your lesson. Even if that means letting you wear it out for a few days… maybe even weeks, depending on how good you are.”
“A few--” Billie began to argue but then remembered. “You’re bluffing. We have a show in a few days. Mike wouldn’t risk that. Isn’t that why I’m stuck here with you in the first place?” Billie dared himself to glance back up at Tre.
“You really wanna test that theory?” Tre’s lips tugged in a hellish grin as he let the question hang in the air for a moment. He took Billie’s silence as the only answer he needed. “Huh. Pathetic,” Tre muttered as he stepped over Billie and sauntered over to the bed. Billie just looked on as he sat down, undoing his belt from his pants, legs splayed out. “C’mere, dollface.” He patted the empty spot in the center of his thighs. “You wanna put those pretty lips to good use?”
Billie crawled up to Tre’s exposed cock and boldly placed a gentle kiss to the tip. He had a feeling he knew where things were going as he looked up to see Tre’s dark grin.
“Aw, how sweet of you princess. That’s a very good start,” Tre smiled. He grabbed a handful of Billie’s hair and tugged him closer, guiding his mouth to the tip of his dick. “But let’s get serious, shall we?”
Tre thrusted himself past Billie’s lips, gripping his hair tighter, forcing him to feel his every inch push further down his throat. Billie let out a moan in distress as he tried to pull away, caught off guard by Tre’s celerity. Despite his cries of protest, Tre continued to steadily move Billie up and down his shaft by pulling his short curls. He noted Billie’s eyes beginning to water as he tugged harder and forced him to hold his full length in his throat.
“S’matter, pretty boy? Too much for ya?” Tre grinned as the tears spilled down Billie’s face. Billie groaned in response, almost pleadingly, the vibration of his cries fueling Tre’s arrogance. He reached down and wiped away a tear with his free hand as Billie let out a couple choked grunts.
“Alright, alright,” Tre soothed mockingly as he let go of his handful of hair. Billie fell to his hands, coughing and trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He took a few moments to gather himself before rising back to his knees. Tre watched with amusement as Billie’s ragged breathing began to return to a normal rhythm.
“On the bed. Now.” Tre ordered as he grabbed Billie’s arm and yanked him up, forcing him to twist awkwardly and fall onto the bed with a pained groan. Tre chuckled before he began to speak again.
“I’m under strict instruction not to seriously injure you… afterall, you’re right, there is a show coming up. You’ll need your voice, so no more throat fucking. Unfortunate for me,” he muttered. “But that doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways I can have my fun with you.”
Billie pulled his knees to his chest, his eyes focused on the floor as Tre moved around the room gathering whatever else he planned on using to worsen this night. He couldn’t help but feel that fire in him fading, the urge to fight back against Tre dissipating as reality sunk in. There was no way out of this except to take it and hope it would be enough to prove to Mike that he was sorry. Tre came back to the edge of the bed with some rope and a couple other things Billie couldn’t see.
“Put out your wrists.” He ordered. Billie hesitated but could tell in Tre’s tone there was no room for arguing and so he did as he was told. Tre was quick and methodical in how he was able to delicately bind Billie’s wrists so tight without it hurting. “Can’t let your hands get injured, now can we?” he joked as he finished tying the final knot. “Now…” Tre gripped the foot-long remnant of the rope he’d left dangling like a leash and tugged it, lurching Billie forward onto his stomach with an oomph. He tied it to the post of the bed, forcing Billie to remain prone with his arms above his head.
Tre circled and sat at the edge of the bed and Billie suddenly felt something pointy pushing up the skirt of his dress, exposing him completely. It traced his ass in slow circles, building the anticipation in his gut.
“Wh–What is that?” Billie finally managed to ask nervously. Tre didn’t answer, but the circling stopped and Billie’s ears could make out the sharp whisper of something whirling in the air. Pain shot across his lower back as he felt the hard, thin smack of what had to be a riding crop against his skin. For a split second, he felt relief that it wasn’t the wooden paddle he knew Tre loved to use. But in the next moment, as the hot sting set into his nerves, he let out a pained moan and buried his face into the bed. He squirmed and tugged at the rope, panic beginning to set in. Another lash, harder this time, across his bare thighs as Tre leaned down and growled in his ear.
“Be still, princess, or you’ll only make this worse for yourself.” There was another quick hit to Billie’s thighs, and he let out a loud pained yelp. “And no screaming. You need to preserve your voice.” Billie gave a small moan, his face still buried in the blankets of the bed.
“Hey,” Tre grabbed a handful of Billie’s hair and made him look up. “Do you understand? If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll gag you too” Billie looked at Tre and nodded as best he could. “Good,” Tre let go and cupped Billie’s cheek. “That’s a good princess. Maybe after tonight, you’ll be more thoughtful before you act out against me… or your boyfriend for that matter.” He warned.
Tre whirled the crop against Billie’s ass a few more times, each hit more powerful than the last. Billie was trying his hardest not to make too much noise, he wasn’t in the mood to find out if Tre was serious about the gag or not. He buried his face into the bed and prayed the comforter was thick enough to muffle his cries. He wished Mike were here so he could just apologize and beg for mercy. Plead his case and swear up and down that he’ll be good if Tre would just stop already. Tre finally paused his incessant lashing to admire the red stripes up and down Billie’s backside. He carefully traced one with his finger and laughed when Billie winced at his touch.
“Does that hurt, babydoll?” He asked teasingly.
“Yes sir.” Billie mumbled quietly.
“Good. It’s supposed to.” Tre said harshly as he tossed the crop to the floor. He was silent for a few moments as he hopped onto the bed and straddled Billie’s legs. “Starting to get the message yet?” Billie stayed quiet. He was feeling too nervous to say anything.
“Hey,” Tre smacked an especially red spot on Billie’s ass, making him yelp at the pain. “I said, are you getting the message? Or do you need a few more kisses from the crop?” Tre’s voice turned to a growl.
“N-no sir… I mean yes sir… I mean… I understand.” Billie was fumbling over his words, trying to get the right answer out to avoid being smacked again. Tre could already see the muscles in his back beginning to brace with the anticipation of being hit.
“That’s more like it, sweetheart.” Tre said softly. He hunched himself over Billie’s back so he could whisper in his ear. “You’re doing so good for me… I knew you could behave.” Tre’s voice in Billie’s ear made another chill go down his spine, which didn’t go unnoticed.
“Aw, is babygirl cold?” Tre mocked as he rose back to his knees. “Maybe a little more action will help warm you up, hm?” Before Billie could even guess about what that meant, he felt the tip of Tre’s cock teasing his skin.
“No– wait,” Billie started to beg. He squirmed and twisted and tried tugging at the ropes again, all to no avail. Tre was much stronger than him and his knot tying skills were equally as impressive. There was nowhere for Billie to go.
Tre gradually started making his way in, entering Billie at such a sickeningly slow pace that he swore it was never gonna end. He whimpered as Tre paused, forcing Billie to feel every inch of his dick settle inside him.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Tre taunted as he slowly began. Up and down, back and forth, keeping one hand in place on the small of Billie’s back. Billie felt like he was already losing his mind. Tre was so much different than Mike. Rougher, meaner… larger, he thought. He couldn’t take a night of being Tre’s cockwarmer, not if he was gonna be so cruel about it.
“Please,” Billie began to whine. “I’m g-gonna be g-good.” He stuttered as Tre picked up the pace.
“I’m not buying it, princess. I think you need some more time–”
“I swear!” Billie groaned, trying to turn his head to look back at Tre.
“Ah-ah,” Tre snapped as he forced Billie’s head back down. He could feel Billie tightening up more, desperate for Tre to let up. He slowed down to a stop but kept his dick inside of Billie. A threat that said he wasn’t finished yet.
“You swear? You gonna quit acting out in public? Be a good little princess for your boyfriend?”
“Yes!” Billie answered quickly. Tre grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his head up.
“Yes, what?” He growled.
“Yes s-sir!”
“That’s much better.” Tre murmured softly, his tone a little more sweet. “See? I knew you could behave. You gonna stay like this for Mike?”
“Yes sir.” Billie answered, sounding defeated.
“That’s a good boy.” Tre let go of Billie’s hair and watched him faceplant back into the bed. He started to feel Billie’s body relaxing underneath him, like he thought it was over. Foolish, he thought. “You remember the rules I gave you earlier?” Tre asked sweetly as he forced himself deeper into an unexpecting Billie.
“Fffu–no… c-cum…” Billie moaned as Tre started to thrust himself harder.
“That’s right,” Tre mocked. “No cumming unless I say so.”
Billie could feel whatever was left of his resolve disintegrating. He wanted to cry, to scream out for Mike and see him enter the room to say this was all a joke, to pick him up and give him a bath and then snuggle him to sleep. But all of it was real. Every reddining lash on his skin, the rope burning his wrists, Tre burying himself into Billie’s insides… it was all so real and so fucking painful.
Tre was moaning now, too, as he kept up an unforgiving pace, stretching Billie out as far as he could go. He almost wished he made Billie lay on his back so he could have watched his belly swell as he poked around. Ah, well. He felt himself getting close, Billie’s little whimpers into the sheets only turning him on more. Despite his cries, Tre could tell Billie was getting close, too.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” Tre snarled as he smacked him on the ass. Fuck how he loved the way Billie clenched around his cock as he flinched, tears welling up in his eyes. Closer now, Tre thought. He kept moving faster, up and down, never fully pulling out and leaving Billie feeling constantly full. With a final strong thrust, Tre felt the pleasing sensation of an orgasm rushing through his body, the thrill of forcing Billie to take all of it only making him hotter.
Tre slowly pulled himself out, wiping himself off on the hem of Billie’s dress. He swung his legs over the bed and stood, moving so he could get a better look at Billie.
“So you can follow rules, huh?” Tre mocked as he studied Billie’s face. Billie just nodded, not wanting to say anything incriminating or stupid.
“Good princess.” Tre patted Billie’s head and then grabbed his clothes off the floor, making his way to the bathroom. Billie heard the sound of the sink for a few minutes before Tre finally spoke again.
“Mike should be back in a few hours,” he called out. “I think maybe you should get some rest. Maybe think about tonight… and how to be a good boy from now on, yeah?” Tre made his way back out, fully clothed.
“Wh– wait,” Billie tried to sit up but between his aching asshole and the rope around his wrists, it was too awkward. “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ve got better things to do tonight than watch you sulk like a kicked puppy. ‘Sides, I think you could use some quiet time.” Tre smirked.
“But–” Billie looked at his wrists, raising them as best he could to motion for Tre to untie them. Tre laughed.
“Nah, you really think I’m gonna undo those and let you finish yourself off when I leave? No, Mike’ll take care of you when he’s back.” Tre chuckled again as he turned to leave.
“But that’s not fair!” Billie argued. He tried pushing himself up again, this time successfully getting to his knees. “I said I’d be good!”
Tre rolled his eyes as he padded back to the bed, eyeing Billie Joe sternly. He sighed and untied the rope from the bedpost but left the binds on Billie’s wrists.
“There. That’s all you get.” Tre smirked as he watched Billie realize he had no intention of fully setting him free. “Like I said, Mike’ll be back in a few hours.” He turned and made his way to the door, grabbing the other keycard on his way out and held it up for Billie to see. “If you leave this room, you won’t be able to get back in, and I don’t think you want to try explaining to the front desk why you look the way you do, hm?”
Billie groaned and let himself fall backwards onto the bed.
“I’ll come back by midnight if Mike’s not here. Be a good boy, okay?” Tre laughed and let the door slam shut on his way out.
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Billie heard the faint click of a keycard unlocking the door and instinctively hid his face behind his bound wrists. He had no idea how long he’d been laying there, curling into himself as the pain and bruises set in, and briefly worried that Tre was coming back for more. He felt himself tensing as the pair of footsteps approached the bed, bracing for an impact.
“Hey,” Mike began in a soft tone. The weight of the bed shifted as he sat down beside Billie, an outstretched arm coming up to cup his cheek. He flinched as Mike’s cold fingertips brushed his tear-stained skin, carefully tracing his jawline and pausing to hook his finger under his chin. “Hey,” Mike cooed. “Look here.” His tone was serious but incredibly gentle. Billie lifted his sleepy gaze to look at Mike, his eyes red and practically glazed over.
“Hmm?” Billie hummed weakly in response. Damn, Tre really must have done a number on him, Mike thought.
“Where’s Tre?”
“Gone.” Billie mumbled.
“D’you guys have fun?” Mike squeezed Billie’s chin, a signal that meant this was his chance to say anything on his mind. Billie stared into Mike’s eyes, a few stray tears falling as he gathered his thoughts.
“‘m sorry Mike,” Billie sniffed.
“Oh, c’mere…” Mike spoke softly as he pulled Billie into his arms. “Did my sweet boy learn his lesson?”
Billie nodded softly, letting a few more tears fall down his cheeks. He turned and hid his face in Mike’s shirt.
“Hey, don’t go hiding on me now.” Mike urged gently. He forced Billie to look up at him, softly brushing the loose curls away from his forehead. “Tell me what you did tonight.”
“I… He…” Billie stuttered as he tried to find the words. Was Mike actually going to make him give a play-by-play of everything Tre made him do? The tears started coming faster. “I’m sorry, Mike. I swear it, please, I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
Mike’s lips curled into a soft smile.
“Yeah? Gonna stop almost outing us on stage?”
Billie nodded quickly and sniffed. “Yes. Promise.”
“That’s my good boy.” Mike said softly as he started undoing the rope on Billie’s wrists. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” He threw the rope to the floor and motioned for Billie to get up so he could fix the bedsheets. “Go and get some pajamas on.”
Billie answered with a small okay and padded off to the bathroom. He came back to Mike already laying down, waiting for him.
“C’mon prettyboy. Bed time,” Billie quickly made his way back, happy to finally have the chance to just be in Mike’s arms again. Safe and warm and protected. He laid down and Mike wrapped an arm snuggly around him.
“Mike?” He asked cautiously.
“Yeah?”
“Could you… take the collar off now, too?” Billie asked hesitantly.
“Hm,” Mike hummed a small laugh to himself and moved to kiss Billie’s cheek. “No baby, I think we’ll wait ‘till morning just to make sure you really remember who you belong to.” Mike said softly. Billie deflated into Mike’s arms, finally accepting the fact that, offstage, he had absolutely no control.
“Now get some sleep, princess.” Mike whispered.