chpt 1

The night melted into a blur.

Flashing strobe lights, cheap liquor and random people packed around Marshall.

He's been sober for about a decade now, its probably okay to get shit faced at least once.

He should've stopped at the fourth shot, but with Dre, Paul, and 50 all competing  on who could drink the most with out getting trashed, how could he not join in.

Now he's in the back of the club, his body awkwardly splayed out on a couch.

He's so fucking drunk, reeking of alcohol.

He can't feel his face or his limbs either.

How the fuck did he get here? Where did his group go?

Lazily he tries to search for them from his resting spot, but he couldn't focus his vision enough.

He brought a hand up to readjust his hat, but was met with his short hair.

When did he lose his hat?

He looks down at his lap, patting his sides, his hoodie is also missing, seems he also lost it at some point

He rubs his eyes, his lids feeling heavy.

He knows he shouldn't pass out unattended in an unfamiliar space, shrouded by people he doesn't know.

Him being drunk made it harder to fight this fatigue.

Almost right after he blinked, it was lights out from there.

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Kelly was making his way through the hordes of moving people.

He got to the club early, waiting on the guys of his group to show up, occasionally checking his phone for updates on their whereabouts.

He wore a black hoodie under an oversized jean jacket with dark ripped skinny jeans.

He migrates to a less occupied part of the club while he waits. Settleing next to a couch, too busing texting to notice the dude blacked out near him.

Kelly heard some low groaning but didn't care enough to address it.

Marshall sluggishly rose his head.

"Mmmh Paul, Paaaaull..... Im hungryyyyyy."

Kelly glanced at the guy, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Ignoring the weirdo, he whipped out a ciggarette, bitting the end as he fishes a lighter from his pant pocket.

The stupidest giggle sounded from next to Kells, followed with cold ass fingers diving into one of the holes in his pants.

"Bro what the fuck?!"

The fingers wiggled in and tickled at the flesh of his thigh, the guy snickering even more.

"Thought I'd never seee the day you'd fit your big ahss in sum skinny fuqc boi pants Paul!"

Kelly seized his wrist and tore it out angrily, the dude's wrist stuck in the material, made an even bigger tear in the jeans.

He frowned at the the enlarged hole in his pants, a large fissure in the fabric showcasing his upper thigh and the bottom hem of his boxers.

Embarrased, pink dusting his features, he's not the type to try and look like a fucking fool in public with his pants almost exposing his junk.

Glaring at the clueless goof who was babbling noncoherently.

"You dick these were prada!"

He knocked his fist upside the guy's head.

"Heeeey!...."

The guy pouted and rubbed at the side of his head, glancing up at Kells

"The fuq wuuz that for-?"

The dude squinted his eyes slowly raised his hand to point at the enfurrated blonde.

"Your.....your not Paaaul?"

Kelly scoffed.

"I don't know or care who the fuck Paul is-"

Kelly is looking directly at him, the hazy but sharp blue eyes, cropped brown hair and beard were unmistakable.

"Eminem?..."

The spaced out brunnet bobbed his head up at Kell's call, humming in response, eyes partially closed.

Kelly smiled, his idol turned enemy, left here defenseless, alone. He didn't know what he was going to do, but this feels like an opportunity that he can't miss.

Kelly smiled down on the dopey drunk.

"You said you were hungry right?"

The smaller male clumisly lept up from the couch.

"Yeeeeahhh! I want taaacooos!!"

He fell over but Kelly caught him by the shoulders and leads the ecstatic veteran rapper to the nearest exit.

"Alright then lets go."

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Marshall was much more of a handful then expected.

Kelly drove him to get the food then back to Kell's place to eat.

Marshall whined and bitched about it beeing too hot, stripping off his pants and shirt despite Kelly's demands not to.

The shorter male insisted that Kell's put on Wap. Fed up with the smaller one's begging, he gives in and blasts the music. The intoxicated male then jokingly starts to twerk the tik tok dance on beat.

Kelly, to shocked to even speak, he recordes Em.

In Kelly's oppinion, he wasn't doing half bad.

Em jumped and kicked one leg up, dropped to his knees, spreading his legs wide, falling into a push up position, shaking his ass in short circles side to side, lowering to crawl while dipping his back up and down, then managing to finish with a side split.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

He was blushing pretty hard from the performance, unsure of how he's supposed to react.

Em laid on his back  with one leg hiked up and the other off to the side.

"Imaaaa baad biiitch!"

Luckily no one was home, or it would have been one weird ass explanation.

Kelly had to chase Marshall though out his house, though the dumbass was drunk, he was quick on his feet. He broke accouple vases, knocked over a table, jumped into the pool and tracked dirty foot prints on the marble floors.

Kelly had to physically restrain the rapper and drag him to the guest bedroom just to prevent him from further wreaking the house. Tieing Marsh's wrists with his discarded long sleeve shirt tight to the horizonatal latter like head board made of metal. Kelly was pissed he's gonna have to call in a maid later this week to do another deep cleaning. He retreived a towel and patted the brunnete dry, discarding his shoes and socks, setting them next to the foot of the bed.

Frustruated with all the shit he had to do, Kelly was going to leave and take a long ass shower then go to fucking sleep.

"Heeeeyyyy!...."

Kelly growled, aggravated, he turned from the door giving Em a very fed up look.

Em's lips pulled into a smile, his glazed over baby blue eyes hooded sleepily.

"Yoou look prettyyy..."

Kelly blushed a little, turning off the lights, he left quick.

"....goodniiiight!"

Em called loud, echoing down the hallway.

Kelly can't with him.

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Em woke up with an aching head ache. Now that he was up, he could feel his head was resting on something firm but warm, probably a chest.

His ear pressed up to the person, hearing the beat of their heart.

No recollection of the what happened yesterday night.

Figures he was probably got taken home by some chick, no clothes on besides his black boxers.

He tries to move his arms, confused that he couldn't.

He opened his eyes, looking up to see that his wrists were bound taut above his head.

He must have had some kinky ass sex.

Turning to the person next to him, he almost screamed.

Messy dirty blonde hair framing his face, features peaceful, rough, yet.....soft.

Rage swallowed up his head. Kelly in the flesh, was dead asleep next to him, in the same bed.

"What the fuck!

Kelly snapped awake, looking startled. Em rattled the headboard against the wall, yelling in frustration.

" FUCKING UNTIE ME!!"

He pulls his arms harder, struggling hard, infuriated he can't free himself.

"FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?"

Em kneed him in the guts with furious force, making him lurch up, grunting in pain.

"YOU FAG! UNTIE ME BEFORE I BREAK YOUR LEGS!"

He levels a foot right to Kelly's side and boots the taller rapper off the mattress using all his weight.

"IF YOU DID ANYTHING TO ME....I FUCKING SWEAR!"

Kelly, coughing and sputtering on the floor, holding his stomach.

Watching as Marshall growls and grunts, chest heaving as he uses all his might trying rip free. Marshall's core and arm muscles flexing, bringing them to ensensuate their shape, heavily muscled but softened with a little bit of fat. His form drastically different from Kell's, thin and tall, he was strong but not as buff as Em.

Kelly watches in horror as he uses his legs to try to aid his attemps, his face blood red, veins popping up on his forhead and neck, yelling like a maniac.

"You need to calm down before I untie you!"

"FUCK THAT!"

After minutes of battling the strong fabric restraints, he collapsed flat on the bed, lungs burning trying to catch his breath. His wrists sore from the friction of the binds.

"Fu- ha.. Haa.. Fucking..urgh. take it off!.. ha Ha..."

Kelly stood up clutching his abdomen, towering over the smaller rapper, making him swallow dryly.

"Damn and you were so fucking needy and sweet last night.... what happened?"

Em scrunched up his features, perplexed.

"What the fuck are you taking about."

Kelly pulled out his phone and showed him a video.

Showing Kelly walking down a hallway.

"Heeeeeyyyyy!!"

Em called out.

"Heeeeeeeyyyy!!"

Kelly stopped outside the door frame.

"What!?"

"I caaan't sleeeeeep...I wanna....wannaaa cuddle"

"Thats not my problem and fuck naw that's sus...."

Kelly was going to walk off, turning back around, but Em kept complaining, whining louder and getting increasingly more annoying the longer Kelly let him talk.

"Fuck!.... fine!"

"Yaaay!"

Em shuffled over to make room for the tall lanky blonde.

Once the young rapper settled on the bed, Em pressed his body flush to Kelly's, head resting on his chest and one thick thigh bent draped over Kell's waist.

Kelly whispered curses, stedily turning red, focusing the camera on Em's face, blushed and dazed.

Em flashed his doey eyes.

"Can you pet me?"

Kelly cleared his thoat.

"W-what?"

"Pet meeee....please..."

Kelly brung a hand up to rub his fingers though Em's hair.

He melted into his touch, almost purring from his hands, letting Kelly cup his cheek and massage it with his thumb, letting his lids fall, sighing happily.

Em's face was priceless , he mouthed a bunch of words, but nothing came out.

"Oh thats not the only one-"

Kelly put on the twerk video, and he could see the blood drain from Em's face as the mini-film progressed.

"F-FUCKING DELETE THAT SHIT!"

Kelly busts out laughing at his reaction.

"Ha- fuck no, this is hilarious!"

Em grits teeth, a dangerous low rumble sounding from his thoat.

"Wonder if I should post this?"

Em launched toward Kelly, his constraints haulting any further movement.

"Dumbass it's cotton, you won't be able to tear something like that with body strength alone-"

Em some how slipped his wrists free, face planting to the floor.

Kelly slowly started to back pedal out of the room.

Em jumped up from the ground, nose bloody, eyes like a bull.

"GIMME THE FUCKING PHONE!"

Kelly gave chase, bolting to the stair case, with Marsh tight on his tail.

This dudes gunna fucking kill me.

He thundered up the stairs, running a bee-line to his room, a taser in his night stand.

Kell tries to open the door but Marshall gets a fist full of the back of his shirt, yanking him backward,  slamming a left hook square in the cheekbone, pain blosming in the wake of the hit.

Kelly howls from the impact but rams a boney knee to the side of Em's thigh, dead legging him, making him loosen his grip, and stagger back.

Kell takes this chance to sock him right on the side of the face. Stunning his attacker, he bolts back into the room and manages to secure his taser.

Marsh flies toward Kells, body-slamming him to the hard flooring. Knocking the air out of him.

"HAND IT OVER-"

Marshall cradles his hips with his legs, weighing down his chest with a straight and large arm to inhibit him from getting away.

Kelly crammed the tazer on his side, tazing his ass stiff, immobilizing him.

His body twitches on the tile, spasming.

Kelly easily lifts him up, hands under his ass to support his weight, his legs dangling limp, holding him up to his chest like a child.

Kelly needs to be quick with restraining him again, knowing Marshall is capable of breaking some of his bones.

He drops Marsh on his bed and this time uses some black leather cuffs he threw on the floor from his last hook up.

He secures his hands to the sturdy barred head board.

Forgetting about how strong Marsh's legs are, Kelly goes to his closet so retrieve his waist to thigh and ankle leather belt straps.

He jogged back to Marshall, who gained movement again. He grunted as he tried to kick Kelly, who luckily dogded.

Before Marsh could attack once more, he tazes him, but got him in the dick on accident.

Marsh chokes on a yelp, jerking, limbs locking up.

His boxers increasingly getting dark, the spot spreading until it spills out on the bed, a puddle developing under his ass, yellow tinting the sheets.

Kelly was cackling deep while he strapped up Marshes waist, thighs fastened flat to his sides, then cuffing the ankles to the leather of the thigh restraints.

Marshall regained his awareness, puzzled at why Kelly was laughing and why he was tied up in such position, face reddening in embarrassment at the obscenity of his current situation. His stomach dropping when he realizes his underwear is wet and warm, his ass sticking up from the bed, piss dripping down his spine

Kelly draws out his phone from his pocket, recording with the cam at Marsh.

"Oh! Fuck, you pissed yourself!"

Kelly laughs harder.

Humiliation burns at Marsh's eyes, nostrils flaring, shame flooding his head, making him heat up, arousal pooling in his groin.

"Couldn't hold it in could you?"

He bits his lip in anger, screwing his eyes shut, taking in shaky breaths.

"Eminem, the rap god, fucking pissed himself!"

Marshall swore felt his soul leave his body as a tent was steadily forming, chanting no as his body betrayed him.

Kelly grinned evilly.

"Fucking slut, turned on by some humiliation, who knew you were into this kinda dirty shit?"

Marsh everted his eyes.

"Im-im not into-"

Kelly palms his growing hardon, gripping the wet member through the boxers making Em groan.

"Your body's speaking for you."

Em was so mad, veins throbbing to life on his face, straining his jaw so hard he felt like his teeth would give. Giving the tall blonde a venomus glare.

Kelly loomed over him, an arrogant grin worn confidently. Large hands clutching his hefty ass. Marshall looked cute like this, pretty eyes defiant and violent, pressing pink lips into a frown, blue eyes glassy. His ass up and large firm thighs all tied up, made him look very tempting.

"You look like a whore ready to be fucking used like the flesh sleave you are."

Em spat on his face, baring teeth in threat.

"Fuck you..."

He scowled smuggly up at the rugged looking younger.

Kelly's icey blue eyes beemed down on him, accepting his silent test at how far Marsh  could push his buttons.

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Kelly duct taped mini cell vibrators to Marshall's nipples, making him hitch his breath at the cool contact of the silicone.

He fisted Marshalls dick, putting a small vibrator at the tip as he fits a petite-sized condom over it, at the base of the cock he slid a cock ring on, with another over the upper area of the nutsack, he secured the mini cell snug in the latex, then fit his nuts in too, elastic band of the condom resting just bellow them.

"Didn't think you were this small when you talked about your dick.."

"S-shut the fuck up."

His dick was a full inch bigger than his hand, fitting perfectly in his palm. Kelly smiled as Marshall tensed when he wrapped his fingers around his shaft.

Kelly previously  cut off his underwear and cleaned him up, his junk and intimate parts all exposed.

He blew on the pink little hole, Em swallows up his moans as Kelly watched the ring twitch.

Kelly whipped out an electronic dildo, with a scary girth and length.

Worry whirls in Em's stomach as he eyes the mechanical monster. There's no fucking way it could fit in him, absolutely no way. Biting at his inner cheek, he flexes his fingers anxiously.

"If you beg, I'll switch to something smaller."

Em remained silent, frowning deeply.

"Suit yourself, sluts love big dicks.."

Em was about to spit insults at the him, but shuddered as slippery boney fingers were rammed up his ass, immediatly speading and scissoring apart his walls.

Em bit his tongue just to silence himself, his dick jumping from internal stimulation.

Kelly inserted the lube nozzle and squeezed copious amounts of slick in.

Em was fighting with every fiber of his body not to moan, thighs starting to tremble.

He endured two fingers, three, then four. Proding and jabbing into his prostate, whines slipped though his teeth.

"Thats it let your inner bitch show, show me how vocal you are."

He removed his digits and lined up the toy, the cold blunt head poking his ass.

"No second thoughts? Giving you a second chance."

"Go t-to hell-"

Kelly cut him off by using his arm to thrust the entire dildo up to the hilt.

Em cried out a loud moan, the sudden feeling of being full to the fucking brink, stimulating his prostate brutally, huffing and whimpering out, mouth stuck open, eyes rolling into his skull. Pulling on his chains uselessly.

Kelly yanked it all the way out, Making Em squeal, ass quivering.

Watching the gaping hole flutter closed.

Kelly presses a kiss to his hole, inspecting Em's features. Lips trembling, chest lifting up and down with hurried breaths, eyes fastened shut, his thighs and entire lower half shuddering crazily .

"Oooh-"

He shoves it back in, the flared bottom of the sex toy catching on the ring, stuck deep in him.

"F-fuckFuck!"

Kelly switches on all the toys, the intense buzzing wreaking his body paired with the violent thrusting, feeling like he was being elctrocuted.

Em started to scream, his normally monotone voice raising octaves.

Kelly kisses and licks at the juncture between his thigh and crotch, sucking a hickey. Moving to the perineum, bitting at the flesh, drawing out moans from the smaller male.

Marshall's gut was pressuring up quick, his weeping dick straining hard, all the stimulous was borderline painful.

His stomach bulging in time with the thrusts, feeling like he was being impaled with the a massively long and thick pole .

Kelly discarded  his pants and boxers, lubing up his fingers, briefly stretching himself. He gets ontop of the brunnete and and roughly slips his dick into himself, and undertook a hard and fast pace. Kelly's lean thighs heavily weighing down Em's bulky ones, hot skin pressed up. The thickness of older rappers thighs comfortably cushioning Kell's. When Kelly's ass hit his pelvis, Em was breathless, he merely could take the spurts of pleasure that hit him.

Kelly liked how Em's meaty thighs jiggled against his skin when ever drove his ass down. Em's stomach and thighs twitching and spasming.

"Oh! OH! F-FUCK S-SHIT! C-LOSE CLOSE"

He felt himself cum but it was like his dick was going to explode, nothing came out, it was painful, he couldn't cum and it was torture. The rings tight on junk, preventing anything from leaving.

He squirmmed and cried out in agony, whrithing wildly. His lips trembling, face red and eyes bloodshot, tears bursting from his eyes in over stimulation.

"N-no! Stop! Stop! Oooh! Ah! Too much! Fuck!"

Kelly slapped him hard, shocking him, he did it a second and third time, making each harder then the other, by the fourth one Em was sobbing.

"Fucking bitch."

He used his fingers to squeeze the sides of his jaw to force it open, he spat in his mouth, enjoying the pain Em was suffering in. Using both hands, choking him with so much force his knuckles were turning white. He kept crushing his airway as he rode him hard. Em felt another orgasm roll over his body, he squealed pitifully.

Sweat beading his skin.

Kelly came on his stomach takeing a short break from riding, giving Em some time to breath. Kelly turned up the dildo to max, same with the mini vibrators.

Em felt his vision white-out, he couldn't even talk anymore, just noncoherent moaning.

Kelly grasped his face, shoving his dick into his tight heat and fucked his face like a pussy. Thrusting harshly, not even giving him room to inhale, chasing his orgasm. Em's tears and spit wetting his pubes.

"Sh-shit"

When he was about to cum, he pushed balls deep to his lips, crushing Em's neck with his fingers, his moans blocked out by Kell's dick, sending pleasent vibrations down his cock. Em was so sure he was going to black out, his vision darkening, but being consumed by numbing pleasure at the same time. Kelly erupted deep in his throat releasing just to hit him.

"Swallow it slut!"

Em weakly nodded while sucking and swallowing the thick syrup.

Kelly finnally pulled out, letting him take in a lung of air, but only gave him a second before he fucked his face again, again, and again. Alternating between riding a few times, making Em suck him off, and taking out the dildo to do Em himself.

It seems to go on forever, the never ending cycle of painful pleasure and no release to the pent up tension in his dick.

He cried, and begged to Kelly, who was currently fucking him with his dick, driving the head repeatedly into the prostate.

"pl-ple ah ah! Oh! Cu-cum cu-m wanna ah ah ple ple-as!"

He was sobbing hard, fat tears streaming down him face.

"You wanna cum? Right? Really bad? Huh slut?"

Em nodded desperaly, snot running down his upper lip, drool dripping down his chin.

Kelly pulled out and put the dildo back in at max, pushing past the flare to bury the dick deep. Em cums again, his angry red dick tense with veins throbbing.

He folded Em so that that his ass was up against his pale freckled chest, Em's dick was lined up close to his own face.

Em chanted little thank yous, begging for kelly to let him cum.

Kelly pulled off the soaking condom,  catching the vibrator from falling.

"Open up, tongue out"

Em obeyed, tongue fully strained out eagerly, eyes begging Kelly to hurry up. Precum streaming from his dick, but Em hungry lapped it up.

Em chanted yes over and over again, so ready, so close.

Kelly pulled off the rings fast, rubbing his dick tip with quick flicks the buzzing toy pushing him to his orgasm and he's already cumming, moaning lewdly opened mouthed. Thighs and ass quaking in Kell's grasp, his walls spasming on the object lodged in his belly. His load poured onto his face, his mouth catching most of the white. He swallows it all, so relived he finally can cum.

Em's eyes start to well up, licking his lips.

"Thanktyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou~"

He whispered, appreciatively.

Kelly keeps the vibrator rubbing fast on his head with the dildo pumping heavy his guts, puching his prostate. He was inches away from actually licking his own dick, lips collecting the pre that was gushing from his red little prick.

He cums for a second time, this time it stipes his face, catching on his wet lashes, from his forehead to his chin.

He eats up the semen that met his mouth, Kelly pressed his lower stomach against the hard objet with in him, squishing his prostate even closer to further the intense stimulation. He releases his load for the third time on his face, giving himself a porno facial.

Kelly yanks out the sex toy too fast. Marshall curls his toes and wails loud, more cum dripping out of his little dick, kelly takes a picture  of his abused hole, it gaping so wide you could actually see the back of it with his white glossed face at the top of the pic, demonstrating what his "O" face looked like .

"Perfect blackmail material..."

Setting down his phone, he milks out Marsh's dick of any remnants of cum with his fingers and vibrator, making him eat up his fluids, he pulled out a last orgasm, Marshall desperately sucks it all up, gulping the  cum down.

Kelly shut off the electronics and pulled them off of him. He sunk his teeth into his callor bone, choking him as he stared at him with a cruel smile.

"Im gunna love abusing you..."

Em cowered under his powerful gaze, shivering, swallowing dryly.

"F-fuck