Owned

M/C

NC-17, sorta noncon

Though I am a kinda oldschool fan(LP and Bennoda both), but writing my own fic is kinda new.

Bare with me please.

Part 1

You caressed my sweaty face with scary tenderness while the first guy pushed his cocked all the way into my hole.

Are you punishing me, Chaz, for leaving Linkin Park behind, for being away from you?

When I was on tour with SOB, you called me regularly. You chatted with me in a loving tone. You told me about your song ideas that you couldn’t wait for me to hear. You even told me you missed me shyly once when I had to leave for Asia tour for two months.

I didn’t even think about Anna too much when I was away, but those phone calls made me quiver with joy. The anticipation of returning to your side increased day by day. Cheapshot teased me being a love-struck puppy. I smiled to the phrase. Yes, love that only you and me could feel and share.

The guy behind me thrust forcefully, hitting my spot hard. I couldn’t help but moan, clenching my inside as if enjoying this kind of invasion. Petrified with my own sluttish behavior, I looked upon your face, searching for any angery signs on your face.

But you just looked down on me with soft smile.

The light in the room was dim. However, your eyes sparkled the way I always adored. Combination of fear, confusion and guilty pleasure blurred my eyes. And then I saw the starlight of your eyes came near to my face. You kissed my brow, my cheeks, and my lips.

“You are so beautiful, Mike.”

You kept murmured the words of lovers against my lips as the violent movement of nameless men endured. They took turned fucking me. Their cum poured into my shameful flesh, but I stopped paying attention to any of them. I leaned forward to your kissed and caresses, trying to get near to the face I’d been dreaming of.

As our forehead touched, I found that you were crying. Your soulful eyes glittered with tears.

A thought hit me. Hard.

You were torturing yourself. You gave me to others so that you could prove that you were strong enough. You expected yourself to be cool and tolerant even though I was touched and pleasured by others. You loved me through killing the desire of owing me, completely.

All I felt is pain at this moment because I realized what I’d been putting you through. It was silly for me to think distance and spaces between us are necessary. I overrated my own free will.We were in a world of uncertanty and frail love. We should have gripped on each other until every thing fell apart.

So I pressed close to your face, licking your hot tears and sweat off. I urged you to possess me with my eyes.

Own me. I creamed inside. I am your prison.

I began to squirm and whimper as if I tried to escaped the strangers’ touches

“Chaz…”

“Ah…!”

One bald guy seemed to be taken over by his lust. He pushed me until I lied down on my back. Chester stared at us and the guy spread my legs, pushing in and out of my well-fucked body.

I still cried out his name weakly again and again. Other men didn’t respond to Chester’s sudden different expression. Some molested my heaving chest , and some rub their cocks on my face, wanting me to suck them off. The scene certainly looked bizarre with erotic moaning and Chester’s pained expression. He sat still like being spelled

Our gazes met through the atmosphere of extreme lust. I tried so hard to reach for the starlight. I was swimming in the dark outer space, hoping I could be surrounded by the myriad of stardust even though I would be sucked into eternal dark in the end.

I am yours, Chaz.

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TBC

One more chapter I think.