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Pairing: Darran Smith/Hannu Voutilainen (Master Bates)/Rich Boucher
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Day 26: Body Part Obsession
Warnings: Sexytimes
Notes: forcarrythefire hope this helps cheer you up, though I think you feel better already! It took awhile to do causa stress and annoying tiredness but here it is. Never thought I’d do Turmion again but I knew if I did it’d be Hannu hence keeping his icon 😏
That had to be the wildest show Rich had ever seen. Over the years he’d seen a lot of performances, both seeing bands as a fan and catching them at festivals that they shared a bill with. But nothing was like that Finnish band they’d just seen. It was the most depraved, lewdest show he’d ever witnessed. He wondered if that was what a normal performance was for them, as the crowd didn’t seem surprised by it.
While there had been a lot to see from the band, Rich had found his eyes drawn to the bassist. He had long hair and, like most of his bandmates, wore face paint and make up. What drawn Rich’s eye though was the short skirt that he wore, that flashed his thighs. That sight of them had instantly filled his mind with dirty thoughts, some of which of the kind he’d not thought about in a long time.
“That was some show huh?” Rich had almost forgotten about his companion, Darran, even though he’d been standing beside him the whole night. “I don’t think we could ever convince Matt to do some of the things that they were doing.”
Rich laughed at the image of their singer in the outfit the band’s singer had worn (although could it really be called an outfit when it was little more than two strips of leather held together by chains?). “Yeah, you’re right.” He shook his head slightly with a smile on his face. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
The crowd was starting to disperse, so they made their way out into the cold Finnish night, keeping close so they didn’t lose each other. Not that Darran would be easy to lose usually, dressed in black like he always was, but at gigs where a lot of the crowd was too? Best to stay safe.
Once outside they could see people making their way from the venue, heading to wherever it was they were going for the night. “Maybe we should stay for awhile, see if we can see the band.”
The thought did appeal, especially to see that bassist up close, but Rich instead rolled his eyes. “They probably won’t.” He imagined that they’d need to take their time to clean up after the show, but that didn’t stop his eyes from searching where the stage door might be.
“Can’t hurt to look, it’s not as if we have anything better to do.” Darran smiled, then made his way down alley beside the venue. He shook his head fondly, before following after him.
There wasn’t much to the back alley, even when it opened up a little more. He’d noticed an emergency exit for the venue, but nothing else. At the street the alley opened up to there wasn’t much there, just a few cars parked up. There was no sign of a bus, which meant it had to be parked up someplace else, maybe on the other side of the building. Of course there was a possibility the band were staying in a hotel near enough that they could just walk there or get a taxi in which case they might have already gone.
He stopped when he heard a door open and he turned his head in that direction, letting out a soft gasp at the sight. There he was, that mystery bassist, his white shirt a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding them. Rich swallowed, feeling oddly nervous by the sight of him, even though he didn’t know his name.
“Hi.” Fuck, that sounded so stupid to him even as Rich said the words. The guy, who was lighting up a cigarette, looked over at him, before looking him up at down, almost as if assessing.
And then he spoke.
Rich has absolutely no idea what he was saying and that must have been clear on his face because the man shook his head slightly. “How about this?”
Rich felt himself flush a little before nodding. “Yeah, sorry I don’t know much Finnish. But that performance of yours, that was something else.”
He smirked at that, looking amused before nodding. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He looked to Rich’s side and he followed his eyeline, spotting Darran. “Is this your friend?”
“Yeah, I’m Rich and this is Darran…” Rich gestured to the man in black, who the Finnish bassist also looked up and down before smirking.
“Are you doing anything for the rest of the night?” He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette as he regarded both of them.
“Not really.” Rich admitted, this whole thing had been so impromptu and the only plan they’d bphad was to get back to the hotel.
“Good. Come with me.” He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his heel as he pushed himself off the wall. He made his way over to one of the cars, getting out a set of keys and pressing a button to unlock it with an audible click. “Get in.” He said before opening the drivers seat door and getting inside.
Rich paused for a moment, part of him saying that he shouldn’t get in a car with a strange man he just met, but the bigger part, the part between his legs, telling him he should. He gave a look to Darran before going to the car, unlocking the back drivers side door. It was only a few seconds after that Darran joined him in the other side.
As soon as he was inside the bassist started up the card driving them out of the alley and out onto a road. It was then that he decided he should ask him. “What’s your name?”
He looked me in the eyes through the rear view mirror, his own still surrounded maybe the dark make up and face paint. “You can call me Master.” The way he said it sent a shiver of excitement down Rich’s spine. Oh he was definitely going to look forward to see where this night was heading.
“Yes Master.”
***
Rich had half expected them to head to a hotel room, but when they headed out of the main town he amended that, thinking that they must be where the band came from. That would explain the lack of a bus, a hometown show meant that they could sleep in their own beds instead of a bus or hotel room.
Their eventual destination proved not to be a house, or even an apartment building. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but there was a large sign outside of it, with writing in Finnish. He couldn’t make out if there was a translation in the brief illumination provided by the car’s headlights. “Where are we?” Darran asked from beside him as Master parked the car up.
“Someplace fun.” He looked at them both and a Rich could see his reflection lick his painted lips. “Now come with me.”
The three of them got out of the car and made their way towards the darkened building. Master took his keys and inserted them into the front door, pushing it open and holding it for Rich and Darran to head inside. Once they were inside he shut and locked the door again, leading them away from it. This room seemed to be some kind of reception room, though it was hard to make out in the dark. There were framed posters on the wall, as well as what Rich recognised as framed discs. Could they be the band’s albums? If so what was this place?
Master led them out of the room and down a corridor, passing a few doors on the way. Some had small windows in the wood, but it was too dark to see what was inside any of them. Finally he stopped at a door towards the end of the corridor, this one not having a door and he used a key to unlock and open it. “Come.” And then he went inside, clicking on the light as he did so.
When Darran went inside the room he gasped, looking around and Rich had to admit feeling slack jawed by what he was seeing. The room was filled with sex toys and not just ones that someone would have in a drawer in their bedroom, this was some heavy duty stuff. There was a sex swing and a fucking machine and there were several things that Rich hadn’t even seen before. He swallowed, his blood going straight between his legs.
The man that bought them here smirked at their reaction before heading across the room and taking a seat in the middle of the couch that was against the far wall. It ran the entire length of it and was easily capable of fitting seven or eight people. Was this a place that his band frequently used? Surely it wasn’t his alone? But all such thoughts left his head, as Master spread his legs, showing off his thighs for his eager gaze.
He was sure he was drooling.
“Don’t be too intimidated by your surroundings.” He smirked, spreading his legs even wider, clearly knowing the effect he was having. “We won’t be using any of those just yet.” The implication behind that yet made Rich’s cock ache. “Let’s start with something simple. Strip for me.” And with that he reclined back on his seat to take in the sight of both of them.
It took just a few seconds for them to comply, Rich taking off his jacket and Darran taking off his black sweater. Rich wasn’t sure where exactly he should put his clothes until Master nodded towards a box against one of the other walls. Once the first pieces of their clothing was inside their tees followed suit, exposing their very different body types. Darran’s skin was pale and unmarked, his belly soft and rounded. Rich meanwhile was covered in ink as well as nipple piercings and he was much more toned. Master seemed to enjoy the sight of them both.
Next their hands went to their flies and Rich confidently undid his zipper, before pushing his trousers down his legs. He’d worn boxers tonight, but only because of how cold it was out here so he’d worn as many layers as he could. Once he’d stepped out of them he deposited them in the box, before removing his shoes and socks, setting them next to it.
That left just his underwear and he hooked his fingers under the waistband before pushing them down and freeing his cock. Master smirked at the sight and Rich couldn’t help but feel proud at that, after all he was bigger than average.
Once his boxers were with the rest of his clothing he glanced sidelong at his friend and band mate, who was now as naked as he was. He’d seen him naked plenty of times in situations like this, but this time it felt different somehow, more exciting.
When his gaze returned to Master his skirt was pushed up, exposing his own erection which he was lazily stroking. “Very nice. I do like entertaining such pretty boys.” He licked his lips as he looked them both up and down. “Now, why don’t you both get on your knees. I want your mouths on me.”
The pair of them didn’t need telling twice, sinking to their knees before him. Rich had been in this position before, which might have surprised someone to look at him, but he’d been quite the cockslut especially in his younger times. Even so it wasn’t Master’s cock that was drawing his attention, so he allowed Darran to take Master’s cock between his soft lips.
Instead Rich leaned in to his nearest thigh, planting kisses along the soft skin. Every few kisses he darted his tongue along the skin, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. He bought his hand up, stroking whatever skin he wasn’t kissing. As he gave them attention he couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to have both of them pressed against his face. He bet that Master could crush someone with those thighs and he felt himself ache more at the prospect.
Beside him Darran was bobbing up and down on his cock with ease, his eyes lidded as he savoured the sensation. One of Master’s hands soon found its way into his jet black locks, holding on but not taking control. His other hand found it’s way to Rich’s hair, his fingers stroking at his head, occasionally pressing down as he was kissing him. The attention made him moan and he licked more at his thigh, pressing himself against Master’s leg.
“Ngh uh.” He gave Rich’s hair a sharp tug, enough to pull him off his thigh to look up at him. “No rutting against my leg you eager slut or I’ll have to punish you.”
The prospect of punishment made his dick throb, though considering the kit on display he wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out just yet what that would entail. “Sorry Master.” He whispered, then Master pushed his head back down.
He was allowed to lavish the thigh with attention for a few minutes more before he felt Master’s hand tug on his head again, pulling him away. After a moment it was clear he’d done the same with Darran and he was letting out a soft whine at the loss of his wet cock. “Now let’s see how good your are with your mouth.” He pushed Rich’s face towards it and he parted his lips, taking him down as he heard Darran give the other thigh his attention.
Master wasn’t the biggest that Rich had taken but he was still pretty big. Rich wasn’t so out of practice that he couldn’t take him though and he immediately set to work. He squeezed his lips around his length, flicking his tongue against his heated skin. After a few bob’s of his head he started to hum around him, letting the vibrations go through his cock, hearing him moan above.
There was something almost oddly freeing about sucking cock. It was an action that you could get lost in, that you could let your mind drift away while focussing on the task. Rich couldn’t help but think about Master and this room. How many guys had he bought back here? Surely the rest of the band at least, maybe other Finns that Rich wouldn’t know. He wondered if they were the first Welshmen here and it made him ache again.
After awhile Master’s fingers in his hair held tighter onto him. His cock throbbing against his tongue. He half expected him to push him down, holding his head in place for the few seconds it would take for him to cum but he didn’t. Instead he pushed him back slightly, Darran too. “Kiss.” Master said, voice slightly breathless.
Rich thought it was a strange request, but he did it anyway, leaning into kiss his friend. It wasn’t the first time he’d kissed Darran, far from it, so it was easy to part his lips, his tongue darting inside. He moaned as he licked into his mouth, Darran tongue lapping at his in return. Out of the corner of his eye Master’s hand was on his cock, their saliva making his movements slick as he stroked himself off. Darran moaned into the kiss, his soft body pressing against Rich’s as the kiss deepened.
“Yeah just like that…” Master groaned above them, before muttering some words in Finnish that
Rich couldn’t catch or even understand if he could. He felt his cum land against his cheek and he moaned, watching as he rubbed the wet tip of his dick against them. “Yes very good… I can tell we’re going to have lots of fun tonight.” He smirked as they broke the kiss, licking his lips at the sight. “Now clean each other off, then maybe I’ll let you get off.”
He didn’t even finish the sentence before Darran had leaned in and started to lick the smears of cum from Rich’s cheek.
Oh yeah this was definitely going to be a fun night.
Pairing: Darran Smith/Hannu Voutilainen (Master Bates)/Rich Boucher
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Day 26: Body Part Obsession
Warnings: Sexytimes
Notes: for
carrythefire hope this helps cheer you up, though I think you feel better already! It took awhile to do causa stress and annoying tiredness but here it is. Never thought I’d do Turmion again but I knew if I did it’d be Hannu hence keeping his icon 😏That had to be the wildest show Rich had ever seen. Over the years he’d seen a lot of performances, both seeing bands as a fan and catching them at festivals that they shared a bill with. But nothing was like that Finnish band they’d just seen. It was the most depraved, lewdest show he’d ever witnessed. He wondered if that was what a normal performance was for them, as the crowd didn’t seem surprised by it.
While there had been a lot to see from the band, Rich had found his eyes drawn to the bassist. He had long hair and, like most of his bandmates, wore face paint and make up. What drawn Rich’s eye though was the short skirt that he wore, that flashed his thighs. That sight of them had instantly filled his mind with dirty thoughts, some of which of the kind he’d not thought about in a long time.
“That was some show huh?” Rich had almost forgotten about his companion, Darran, even though he’d been standing beside him the whole night. “I don’t think we could ever convince Matt to do some of the things that they were doing.”
Rich laughed at the image of their singer in the outfit the band’s singer had worn (although could it really be called an outfit when it was little more than two strips of leather held together by chains?). “Yeah, you’re right.” He shook his head slightly with a smile on his face. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
The crowd was starting to disperse, so they made their way out into the cold Finnish night, keeping close so they didn’t lose each other. Not that Darran would be easy to lose usually, dressed in black like he always was, but at gigs where a lot of the crowd was too? Best to stay safe.
Once outside they could see people making their way from the venue, heading to wherever it was they were going for the night. “Maybe we should stay for awhile, see if we can see the band.”
The thought did appeal, especially to see that bassist up close, but Rich instead rolled his eyes. “They probably won’t.” He imagined that they’d need to take their time to clean up after the show, but that didn’t stop his eyes from searching where the stage door might be.
“Can’t hurt to look, it’s not as if we have anything better to do.” Darran smiled, then made his way down alley beside the venue. He shook his head fondly, before following after him.
There wasn’t much to the back alley, even when it opened up a little more. He’d noticed an emergency exit for the venue, but nothing else. At the street the alley opened up to there wasn’t much there, just a few cars parked up. There was no sign of a bus, which meant it had to be parked up someplace else, maybe on the other side of the building. Of course there was a possibility the band were staying in a hotel near enough that they could just walk there or get a taxi in which case they might have already gone.
He stopped when he heard a door open and he turned his head in that direction, letting out a soft gasp at the sight. There he was, that mystery bassist, his white shirt a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding them. Rich swallowed, feeling oddly nervous by the sight of him, even though he didn’t know his name.
“Hi.” Fuck, that sounded so stupid to him even as Rich said the words. The guy, who was lighting up a cigarette, looked over at him, before looking him up at down, almost as if assessing.
And then he spoke.
Rich has absolutely no idea what he was saying and that must have been clear on his face because the man shook his head slightly. “How about this?”
Rich felt himself flush a little before nodding. “Yeah, sorry I don’t know much Finnish. But that performance of yours, that was something else.”
He smirked at that, looking amused before nodding. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He looked to Rich’s side and he followed his eyeline, spotting Darran. “Is this your friend?”
“Yeah, I’m Rich and this is Darran…” Rich gestured to the man in black, who the Finnish bassist also looked up and down before smirking.
“Are you doing anything for the rest of the night?” He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette as he regarded both of them.
“Not really.” Rich admitted, this whole thing had been so impromptu and the only plan they’d bphad was to get back to the hotel.
“Good. Come with me.” He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his heel as he pushed himself off the wall. He made his way over to one of the cars, getting out a set of keys and pressing a button to unlock it with an audible click. “Get in.” He said before opening the drivers seat door and getting inside.
Rich paused for a moment, part of him saying that he shouldn’t get in a car with a strange man he just met, but the bigger part, the part between his legs, telling him he should. He gave a look to Darran before going to the car, unlocking the back drivers side door. It was only a few seconds after that Darran joined him in the other side.
As soon as he was inside the bassist started up the card driving them out of the alley and out onto a road. It was then that he decided he should ask him. “What’s your name?”
He looked me in the eyes through the rear view mirror, his own still surrounded maybe the dark make up and face paint. “You can call me Master.” The way he said it sent a shiver of excitement down Rich’s spine. Oh he was definitely going to look forward to see where this night was heading.
“Yes Master.”
***
Rich had half expected them to head to a hotel room, but when they headed out of the main town he amended that, thinking that they must be where the band came from. That would explain the lack of a bus, a hometown show meant that they could sleep in their own beds instead of a bus or hotel room.
Their eventual destination proved not to be a house, or even an apartment building. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but there was a large sign outside of it, with writing in Finnish. He couldn’t make out if there was a translation in the brief illumination provided by the car’s headlights. “Where are we?” Darran asked from beside him as Master parked the car up.
“Someplace fun.” He looked at them both and a Rich could see his reflection lick his painted lips. “Now come with me.”
The three of them got out of the car and made their way towards the darkened building. Master took his keys and inserted them into the front door, pushing it open and holding it for Rich and Darran to head inside. Once they were inside he shut and locked the door again, leading them away from it. This room seemed to be some kind of reception room, though it was hard to make out in the dark. There were framed posters on the wall, as well as what Rich recognised as framed discs. Could they be the band’s albums? If so what was this place?
Master led them out of the room and down a corridor, passing a few doors on the way. Some had small windows in the wood, but it was too dark to see what was inside any of them. Finally he stopped at a door towards the end of the corridor, this one not having a door and he used a key to unlock and open it. “Come.” And then he went inside, clicking on the light as he did so.
When Darran went inside the room he gasped, looking around and Rich had to admit feeling slack jawed by what he was seeing. The room was filled with sex toys and not just ones that someone would have in a drawer in their bedroom, this was some heavy duty stuff. There was a sex swing and a fucking machine and there were several things that Rich hadn’t even seen before. He swallowed, his blood going straight between his legs.
The man that bought them here smirked at their reaction before heading across the room and taking a seat in the middle of the couch that was against the far wall. It ran the entire length of it and was easily capable of fitting seven or eight people. Was this a place that his band frequently used? Surely it wasn’t his alone? But all such thoughts left his head, as Master spread his legs, showing off his thighs for his eager gaze.
He was sure he was drooling.
“Don’t be too intimidated by your surroundings.” He smirked, spreading his legs even wider, clearly knowing the effect he was having. “We won’t be using any of those just yet.” The implication behind that yet made Rich’s cock ache. “Let’s start with something simple. Strip for me.” And with that he reclined back on his seat to take in the sight of both of them.
It took just a few seconds for them to comply, Rich taking off his jacket and Darran taking off his black sweater. Rich wasn’t sure where exactly he should put his clothes until Master nodded towards a box against one of the other walls. Once the first pieces of their clothing was inside their tees followed suit, exposing their very different body types. Darran’s skin was pale and unmarked, his belly soft and rounded. Rich meanwhile was covered in ink as well as nipple piercings and he was much more toned. Master seemed to enjoy the sight of them both.
Next their hands went to their flies and Rich confidently undid his zipper, before pushing his trousers down his legs. He’d worn boxers tonight, but only because of how cold it was out here so he’d worn as many layers as he could. Once he’d stepped out of them he deposited them in the box, before removing his shoes and socks, setting them next to it.
That left just his underwear and he hooked his fingers under the waistband before pushing them down and freeing his cock. Master smirked at the sight and Rich couldn’t help but feel proud at that, after all he was bigger than average.
Once his boxers were with the rest of his clothing he glanced sidelong at his friend and band mate, who was now as naked as he was. He’d seen him naked plenty of times in situations like this, but this time it felt different somehow, more exciting.
When his gaze returned to Master his skirt was pushed up, exposing his own erection which he was lazily stroking. “Very nice. I do like entertaining such pretty boys.” He licked his lips as he looked them both up and down. “Now, why don’t you both get on your knees. I want your mouths on me.”
The pair of them didn’t need telling twice, sinking to their knees before him. Rich had been in this position before, which might have surprised someone to look at him, but he’d been quite the cockslut especially in his younger times. Even so it wasn’t Master’s cock that was drawing his attention, so he allowed Darran to take Master’s cock between his soft lips.
Instead Rich leaned in to his nearest thigh, planting kisses along the soft skin. Every few kisses he darted his tongue along the skin, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. He bought his hand up, stroking whatever skin he wasn’t kissing. As he gave them attention he couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to have both of them pressed against his face. He bet that Master could crush someone with those thighs and he felt himself ache more at the prospect.
Beside him Darran was bobbing up and down on his cock with ease, his eyes lidded as he savoured the sensation. One of Master’s hands soon found its way into his jet black locks, holding on but not taking control. His other hand found it’s way to Rich’s hair, his fingers stroking at his head, occasionally pressing down as he was kissing him. The attention made him moan and he licked more at his thigh, pressing himself against Master’s leg.
“Ngh uh.” He gave Rich’s hair a sharp tug, enough to pull him off his thigh to look up at him. “No rutting against my leg you eager slut or I’ll have to punish you.”
The prospect of punishment made his dick throb, though considering the kit on display he wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out just yet what that would entail. “Sorry Master.” He whispered, then Master pushed his head back down.
He was allowed to lavish the thigh with attention for a few minutes more before he felt Master’s hand tug on his head again, pulling him away. After a moment it was clear he’d done the same with Darran and he was letting out a soft whine at the loss of his wet cock. “Now let’s see how good your are with your mouth.” He pushed Rich’s face towards it and he parted his lips, taking him down as he heard Darran give the other thigh his attention.
Master wasn’t the biggest that Rich had taken but he was still pretty big. Rich wasn’t so out of practice that he couldn’t take him though and he immediately set to work. He squeezed his lips around his length, flicking his tongue against his heated skin. After a few bob’s of his head he started to hum around him, letting the vibrations go through his cock, hearing him moan above.
There was something almost oddly freeing about sucking cock. It was an action that you could get lost in, that you could let your mind drift away while focussing on the task. Rich couldn’t help but think about Master and this room. How many guys had he bought back here? Surely the rest of the band at least, maybe other Finns that Rich wouldn’t know. He wondered if they were the first Welshmen here and it made him ache again.
After awhile Master’s fingers in his hair held tighter onto him. His cock throbbing against his tongue. He half expected him to push him down, holding his head in place for the few seconds it would take for him to cum but he didn’t. Instead he pushed him back slightly, Darran too. “Kiss.” Master said, voice slightly breathless.
Rich thought it was a strange request, but he did it anyway, leaning into kiss his friend. It wasn’t the first time he’d kissed Darran, far from it, so it was easy to part his lips, his tongue darting inside. He moaned as he licked into his mouth, Darran tongue lapping at his in return. Out of the corner of his eye Master’s hand was on his cock, their saliva making his movements slick as he stroked himself off. Darran moaned into the kiss, his soft body pressing against Rich’s as the kiss deepened.
“Yeah just like that…” Master groaned above them, before muttering some words in Finnish that
Rich couldn’t catch or even understand if he could. He felt his cum land against his cheek and he moaned, watching as he rubbed the wet tip of his dick against them. “Yes very good… I can tell we’re going to have lots of fun tonight.” He smirked as they broke the kiss, licking his lips at the sight. “Now clean each other off, then maybe I’ll let you get off.”
He didn’t even finish the sentence before Darran had leaned in and started to lick the smears of cum from Rich’s cheek.
Oh yeah this was definitely going to be a fun night.