Upside Down
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shadowhiveUpside Down
Pairing: Jyrki Linnankivi/Maxx Danziger, others mentioned
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: blood kink, bdsm
Notes: I blamecarrythefire for this, for showing me pics of Jyrki and finding out Set It Off is doing a Helsinki date so it felt kinda inevitable. (Hopefully I’ll do more Maxx fic soon I’ve had a wip of him for. Awhile that I’ve meant to finish!) Title from Set It Off (I could also have used another of their songs but it felt too much like a spoiler👀)
Since the rest of the band are at the start, refence Set It Off pic (l-r, Maxx, Cody, Zach)
It was the first date of the European tour and Maxx was still buzzing. Even after coming off stage and meeting the few fans outside, adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to just head to the bus and back to the hotel that they had for the night, as he just wouldn’t be able to settle.
“Hey, why don’t we go for a few drinks, you know to celebrate the tour kicking off?” Zach said with a sly smile. “After all we don’t have a show tomorrow so it doesn’t matter if we stay late or get hungover or anything.”
“I’m down.” Maxx replied with a grin, figuring a night out might be just the thing to deal with his energy.
“Sure, why not.” Cody, their singer replied with a smile, rubbing his chin. “But I don’t particularly fancy wandering the streets until we stumble on one.” That was true, the last time that the band had played here they had to travel the next day so they hadn’t exactly had time for exploring.
Zach just grinned and Maxx knew he had a plan. “Well it turns out one of the techs told me about a bar not far from here called The Riff, apparently a lot of bands that play go visit when they’re here so why not us?”
***
Sure enough the band made their way to The Riff, which wasn’t far from at all from the venue. The place was nice enough and, as the name implied it was very music themed, with various discs on the walls. Maxx immediately clocked the photos behind the bar. He recognised a few people, his eyes catching the guys from Asking and he couldn’t help but smile. They’d see each other again in a few months.
As Maxx and Cody got a booth, Zach went to get their drinks, returning a few minutes later with three bottles in his hands, the label unfamiliar. “Hey, I was talking to the guy behind the bar and he wants to add us to the wall!” Maxx took one of the bottles, taking a long swig of what was clearly some sort of cider and he smiled.
“Sure, why not.” Cody said with a smile, taking a drink of his own. “Well take one after our first round.”
***
As they finished the drinks, discussing the gig as they did, the band went to the bar and Zach introduced them to the man tending bar. His name, that Maxx had learned from Zach over their drinks, was Jussi and he wasn’t just the bartender but the bar’s owner and in a band himself, though Zach hadn’t got the name.
“Hello boys.” Jussi smiled at them, reaching behind the counter of the bar to pull out the Polaroid camera he had there. “Zach here tells me you had a show tonight.”
“Yeah, it was the first gig on our European tour.” Cody replied with a grin. “It was a lot of fun and it’s made me super pumped for the rest of the dates.”
“Yeah.” Maxx added with a nod and smile of his own. “It was a lot of fun and I’m glad we were able to come here tonight.” He nodded to the wall. “And that we’ll be in good company.”
“I’m glad it went well for you! Next time you’re here I’ll have to come see you play.” Jussi smiled at that, lifting the camera up. “Well boys are you ready for a picture?” They nodded and did a few poses as he took pictures, including one with him. He set the photos down on the counter as they developed, returning the camera to it’szit’s place and grabbing some pens, handing them over to them to sign.
Maxx felt oddly proud as he pinned one of them up on the wall, right next to Asking.
***
After the photos they went back to their booth with drinks on the house from Jussi and it was while he was nursing them that he noticed a man enter the bar. Sure a few guys had come in while they were sitting there, but there was something about this one. He was wearing black leathers and long dark hair, with a pair of shades covering his eyes. There was something about him, something…. Alluring about him and Maxx couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
Zach turned in his seat, following his eyeline and he smirked. “Damn no wonder you’re staring.”
Cody turned to look as well as the man took a seat at the bar. “Yeah, damn.” Cody turned back to look at Maxx, a grin on his face and Maxx knew he was gonna be made fun of. “I can see why you’re staring, but maybe stop before you start drooling over the table. I don’t think Jussi would approve of the mess.”
Maxx flipped him off and snorted, tearing his gaze from the man. “Fuck off, I’m not drooling.”
“Not yet, but if you stared much longer you would be.” Zach chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “I get it though, he’s tall dark and handsome, I don’t blame you for looking one bit.”
“See you get it.” Maxx grabbed his cider, taking a long drink from it, downing the rest. His gaze went back to the man, who was talking to Jussi. He wondered if he was ordering a drink, or if he was a regular. It certainly seemed to be the latter as they seemed to be having a conversation more than just asking for what he wanted.
Cody leaned forward, a glint in his eyes as he lowered his voice. “Why don’t you go and grab yourself a fresh drink, maybe you could talk to him.”
Maxx felt his cheeks flush slightly at the prospect. He had been content to just watch this strange man from afar, but maybe he should go up. After all Cody was right, he had finished a drink and if nothing else he could at least see this mystery man up close. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the post gig high, but he found himself nodding.
“Remember, bus leaves at 3 tomorrow night.” Cody grinned at him, patting him on the shoulder. “Good luck.”
Maxx set the empty bottle down, Zach offering him an encouraging nod and a raise of his own bottle and he got up, heading across the room to the bar. Thankfully he hadn’t left to go elsewhere, so Maxx moved to stand near to him. Jussi had left, to serve someone at the other end of the bar so it was just them. Maxx gave him a few furtive looks, admiring how he looked even better up close.
And then the man turned to look at him, speaking in perfect English. “Are you going to stare at me all night?”
“I’m sorry I…” Maxx swallowed shaking his head, not wanting to come off as some shy boy. “I’m Maxx, I couldn’t help but notice how good you looked as soon as you came in.”
“Is that so?” The man’s lip quirked into a smirk, his head tilting as he looked him up and down. “Well Maxx, now I have noticed you.” He bought his hand up, lowering his sunglasses down to reveal his piercing eyes. “You will come home with me.”
Maxx nodded with a slight smile. “Yes, I will come back home with you.”
The man grinned, pushing his glasses back up and he turned back to Jussi. He said something to him, that he guessed was in Finnish and he smirked, waving him off. The stranger got up from his seat, and Maxx knew he had to follow, walking behind him as they headed out of the bar.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught Zach and Cody grinning at him, though he found himself not really caring all that much.
The man led him out of the bar, and down a nearby street. Maxx had questions buzzing in his head about this man, that at least wanted to get his name, but he found that he couldn’t voice them and small talk seemed unimportant. So instead they up just walked in silence.
The stranger stopped at a door and he pulled out a key to open it, leading Maxx inside. It was a nice house that looked somehow older than the buildings that surrounded it. He didn’t think much of it as the stranger led him into the house. The stranger led him down some stairs and Maxx was greeted by the sight of a basement, which looked more like a dungeon. Not just a sex dungeon, although there were devices around clearly for that purpose, but also a medieval one. There was what looked like a cell in one corner of the room and there were sets of manacles hanging from the walls and the ceiling. He was sure there was what looked like an actual iron maiden in another corner.
The man turned to face him, a smirk across his lips. “Now that we are in more comfortable surroundings.” He removed his sunglasses, hooking them to the neckline of his shirt, fixing his gaze on him. “You will address me as Herra, do you understand?”
For some reason Maxx was sure that wasn’t his name, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind it went away. “Yes Herra.” He replied, nodding slightly as the words left his lips.
“Good.” He nodded in approval with a smile.”Now, strip.”
“Yes Herra.” Maxx nodded again and started to undress, first pulling his t-shirt off, exposing his muscular body to him. Herra nodded towards a basket by the door and Maxx deposited the clothing in there. He reached down and undid his zipper, pushing his pants down his legs to the floor. He stepped out of them, removing his shoes and socks as well, tossing them in the basket with his tee. Lastly he reached for his boxers, hooking his fingers under the black fabric, pushing them down to his legs to his feet, exposing his soft dick for the other man.
With his clothes fully in the basket he returned to Herra, standing in front of him, his arms by his sides. The other man nodded, seemingly pleased and he walked around him, looking him up and down.
“Yes, you will do nicely.” Herra smirked when he stood in front of him, reaching forward to run a hand down his chest. The touch was electric, going straight to his cock and it started to stiffen between his legs. Herra caught sight of it and his lips twisted into a scowl of displeasure, which sent a shiver of shame through him. “Enough of that, if I want your little worm hard I’ll tell you to.”
Almost immediately Maxx’s erection wilted and he whispered softly. “Sorry Herra.”
“Much better.” He tutted, his gaze on Maxx’s soft dick for a few moments before looking back into his eyes. It felt like they were looking into his soul and it sent a shiver through his body. “You will be punished for your transgression.”
“Yes Herra. Sorry Herra.” Maxx replied softly, bowing his head slightly.
The man moved away from him and Maxx’s eyes followed him as he went to an old wooden chest. He pulled a large key out of his pocket made of dark metal and he inserted it into the lock, the chest making an audible click as he unlocked it and opened it up.
Maxx couldn’t see what was in there from his position, so all he could do was watch Herra reach inside and move some of the items inside. Some of them sounded like heavy metal, which made him wonder if they were things to match the shackles on the wall. He heard him take things out of the chest and saw him place them on something beside it, before shutting the chest and straightening back up.
In his hand was a leather flogger and he came closer to him. He fixed him with that intense gaze of his, then bought the flogger down against his chest. The sharp pain made him want to yelp but he bit his lip to keep himself quiet.
Herra smirked, bought the flogger down in the same place. This time he felt the studs at the end of it as they struck his skin, sending more pain through him. “Tell me slut.” He spoke up, casually hitting his belly, before starting to move around him. “You have these strong muscles.” He tailed the flogged down the inked skin of his right arm as he circled around him. “But you came to me practically screaming that you’re a filthy little slut.” He bought the flogged down against his up back, his eyes squeezing shut from the pain. “So tell me, are you a top or a bottom?” He whispered the words against Maxx’s ear, making him shiver and then he bought down the flogger again, this time against his lower back. Then he stopped, clearly to give time for Maxx to respond.
He considered his words before responding, allowing himself to take a breath to steady himself.
For the longest time in Set It Off he’d been… well, not scrawny, because playing drums naturally gives you muscles, but he definitely wasn’t as toned as he was now. He was much more of a twink, both from when he joined up until Elsewhere. And he was fine with that, fine being on his knees for men on tours and festivals.
And then there’d been an encounter that made a switch flick in his brain and he’d decided to bulk up, by doing wrestling, something he’d liked watching since childhood. Now when he had encounters the men he was with wanted him in control, wanted him to pin them down and use them. He loved the power of it, but still, part of him missed the old days.
“I guess I’m both Herra.” He replied after a moments thought. “But I had hoped that you would fuck me.” He added, replying honestly.
Herra made a thoughtful noise, then the flogger hit his ass, making him cry out. “Yes I can see it now.” His voice was low as he spoke, the flogger hitting the back of his thigh. “You on your knees behind a tour bus sucking someone off.”
As he spoke a memory came to Maxx’s mind of exactly that happening, shortly after Elsewhere came out. He was on his knees, in front of the bassist of skill The Lights, Jay. His bright green hair was gripped tight by the other man, who was holding him down on his hard cock.
He looked up at the man, loving how easily his strong arms held him down on his thick cock. It was a rush, the feeling going straight to his dick and he sucked harder, enjoying the moans from above…
The memory faded from his mind, bringing him back the head and now as the flogger hit Maxx’s chest hard. Herra was back standing before him, looking at him with those intense eyes. “Perhaps if you please me you will be down on your knees for me.”
The words sent a thrill through him, which usually would have gone straight to his dick but it remained soft. “Yes Herra.”
Herra smirked, then used the flogger on him a few more times, hitting both his thighs, his stomach and then his chest again. Then he slipped the handle of his into his pocket, looking him up and down to admire his handiwork.
Maxx looked down at himself and he could see the red welts forming on his chest and thighs, marvelling at the sight of them.
Herra trailed a hand along the most prominent one on his chest, his nails scratching along the sensitive skin sending a fresh rush of pain through Maxx. Then he turned and walked away, his boots sounding on the stone floor. He returned to where he’d left the things he’d gotten from the chest and, after a few moments, he returned to him.
In his hand was a strange looking metal object, that looked roughly like an elongated pear. At the thinner end there was a circle of engraved metal, though he couldn’t make out what it was, and beneath it was a bar. The confusion must have been clear on his face, because Herra smirked at him, though didn’t elaborated as to what it was. Part of Maxx wanted to ask, but he didn’t say anything. “You will hold yourself open.”
As soon as he said the words Maxx bought a hand to each of his ass cheeks, gripping onto them and spreading them apart.
“Good slut.” Herra moved around until he was back behind him. Maxx felt the rounded end of the metal press against his hole, then heard Herra whisper low in his ear. “You will open up for me.”
As soon as those words left his lips he pushed the metal inside him. His hole didn’t resist, even though he hadn’t been stretched and the metal object was eased into him until the rounded part was fully inside him. He’d never had anything metal inside him before and the coolness of it send a shiver through him.
Once it was inside him he took a few breaths, allowing himself to get used the weight and the fullness of the object. And then he felt it move and his eyes widened.
The metal device wasn’t moving like how he might have expected, with Herra moving it in and out of him like a strange metal dildo. Instead the metal was spreading inside of him and he heard the twisting of metal from behind him. He felt Herra’s hand move against his ass, and he guessed that he was turning the end of it to make it spread it open. Tears sprung to his eyes and gasps of pain left his lips as he opened up inside him and he heard Herra let out a low chuckle.
“This is a pear of anguish, it’s one of my favourite torture devices.” Herra said, his voice low as he twisted his hand, opening the pear up inside of him. “I bet you’ve never been stretched like this have you slut?”
“N… no Herra…” Maxx’s voice trembled as he spoke, the hard metal opening more than he ever had been. He knew it was possible to be stretched this wide of course, he’d seen large sex toys and knew people could take fists but he never had before.
The other man chuckled again and he heard a click and he knew that meant it was being locked in place like this. “Good.” Herra moved around him until he was standing in front of him, his eyes dark. He leaned in, extending his tongue and he licked the tears from Maxx’s cheeks. “Oh I love it when sluts cry.” He smirked, stepping back from him and he took something from a sheath at his belt that Maxx hadn’t noticed.
It was a knife, the sharp blade glinting in the light and the handle dark. “Let’s see if I can make you cry more.
Part of Maxx wanted to object, because while the flogger’s marks would fade, whatever the blade could do to him would be harder to hide or explain. He’d also gotten proud of his body and, for the last tours, he’d played shirtless.
Again no objections left his lips and he didn’t even move as Herra started slashing at his chest. Maxx was able to cry out, more tears escaping as the knife cut his skin. They were all fairly shallow but they still stung and blood oozed out of them over the welts that the flogger had made.
The other man moved around him, cutting his side, the uninked skin of his right arm, his back, even his ass a few times. Each cut made him cry out from the pain and Herra kept circling around him, giving his other arm and side the same treatment before returning to where he was. He admired the work he’d made, a cruel grin on his face and he licked the blood off the blade. The sight sent a shiver of arousal through him and he watched as the blade was returned to his sheath. Then he bent down and licked a line across his chest, through the bloody mess, a soft groan leaving his lips.
When he moved back he licked his bloody lips, smirking. “Now, on your knees.”
Maxx instantly fell to his knees, the stone floor hard against them and he looked up at him with tear stained eyes. Herra smirked at the sight, then started unbuckling his belt, Maxx’s eyes following his fingers as they did so. He couldn’t help but notice the bulge beneath the leather and how large it looked, especially with the man’s hands so close to it.
With his belt undone his fingers shifted to his crotch, and it felt like they were moving slowly as they popped open the button, then pulled the zipped down. He opened his flies, then pushed his dark underwear down to behind his balls, freeing his cock.
Maxx found himself drooling at the sight of the man’s hard, thick cock. Fuck, it had been far too long since he’d been in this position. “You know what to do with that slut mouth.”
He didn’t even nod or verbally respond, parting his lips and taking his into his mouth.
He took him right down to the base in one easy movement, until his nose was pressed into the dark curls that surrounded it. He moaned softly around it, starting to bob his head, doing his best to please him. It was a mixture of flicking his tongue, squeezing his lips and sliding up and down on his dick.
He quickly lost himself in the rhythm of his movements, especially when Herra shifted his hand to grip his hair tightly. He didn’t push him down or pull him away, seemingly content with what he was doing so he kept suckling and licking at him. He’d missed this, being down on his knees in front of a sexy man, doing his best to please him with his mouth.
“Yes, you know that this is where you belong don’t you.” Maxx flicked his eyes up to met Herra’s, his dark eyes staring down at him. He’d have nodded if he could, but he didn’t want to lose the rhythm so instead he just kept sucking. He felt proud when he heard a low moan leave the man’s throat, his cock throbbing in his mouth. “You are not going to fuck anyone ever again, you’re not going to let anyone suck your dick. Such silly thoughts are going to leave your head.”
His words sent a shiver through him and he squeezed his lips around him. He was right. This was the place that felt right, it always had been. He didn’t understand why he had thought that he had ever thought that pining someone down beneath him was right.
“That’s it, let such thoughts leave your head. You’re far too pretty to have them.” Maxx moaned around his cock, tasting a few drops of precum on his tongue. The taste only spurred him on, making him flutter his tongue as he hummed around him to the tune of Fake Ass Friends. Above Herra moaned in pleasure, his fingers tightening in his bleached blonde hair.
Herra grunted, then growled, staring down at him with those dark, intense eyes. “You will swallow it all down.” That made him moan, squeezing his lips and fluttering his tongue and then his mouth.
That was it. Herra let out another low growl and he came down his throws and over his tongue. Maxx swallowed it all down, his eyes lidding as he savoured the salty, slightly coppery taste until it was all gone. He flicked his tongue across the head for good measure and then he found the hand on his head pushed him back
“Mmm you did a good job.” The fingers relaxed their grip, petting his head almost gently. “But I don’t know about you but an orgasm always makes me hungry.”
He moved then, back behind Maxx and, before he knew it, he felt something around his ankles, being secured in place. Then he could see Herra in the corner of his eyes, going to a wall where there was a wheel, that looked much like a ships wheel. He started to turn it and then Maxx felt his feet m start to get raised up by what he was secured by.
In almost no time at all he found himself hanging upside down and when he looked up he saw that what was around his ankles were shackles. He felt the blood rush to his head a little, making him dizzy and all he could see was the blood drying on his chest.
“There, much better. I always find it’s so much more fun if I play with my body before I indulge.” Herra was back in front of him, running his fingers over his chest, smearing the blood that was still wet across his skin. “And you have to admit, you look so much better this way don’t you?”
“Yes Herra.” Maxx replied, as he watched the man from this strange angle.
Herra smirked, then he leaned in to his thigh and Maxx felt him bite down. He’d been bitten before but this didn’t feel like that, instead it felt like his teeth pierced his skin, blood spilling into his mouth. Herra moaned, much like he did while he was sucking him off and he swallowed down the blood.
It took Maxx’s hazy mind longer than it should have to realise what he was.
Herra wasn’t human, he was a vampire.
As he lost blood his vision went more hazy and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was Herra sinking his fangs into his other thigh.
***
Maxx groaned at the sound of his phone alarm beeping beside him. He reached for it almost blindly and he turned it off before sitting up and rubbing his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was in his hotel room, in his bed and he blinked a few times, feeling that he shouldn’t be here.
Last night felt kind of fuzzy. They’d played a great show, then Zach took them to a bar he’d heard of then…
He rubbed his head, the rest of the night feeling more hazy. There was a sexy man and he felt he’d made a fool of himself and then…
He pushed back the covers slightly, looking down at himself. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected to see, but his bare chest was unmarked, apart from a few red marks on his skin that were already fading.
Maybe things would be clearer when he had a shower and if not the guys could surely fill him in.
He pushed back the covers and swung his legs out the side of the bed, padding his way to the bathroom. And then he caught his reflection in the full length mirror and he saw marks on his thighs.
There were two marks on each one, almost mirroring each other and they looked almost like puncture wounds. What exactly had happened last night?
He almost shrugged it off but the ache he felt in his ass as he resumed walking told him what he needed to know. He might not remember what happened, but he’d clearly got some kind of action.
A thought entered his mind, not a memory but more a strong desire. He needed some dick. As he he entered the bathroom, turning the shower on he wondered if he’d be able to convince Cody and Zach to let him suck them off for the rest of the tour.
As he stepped into the warm water he hoped that they’d say yes.
Pairing: Jyrki Linnankivi/Maxx Danziger, others mentioned
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: blood kink, bdsm
Notes: I blame
carrythefire for this, for showing me pics of Jyrki and finding out Set It Off is doing a Helsinki date so it felt kinda inevitable. (Hopefully I’ll do more Maxx fic soon I’ve had a wip of him for. Awhile that I’ve meant to finish!) Title from Set It Off (I could also have used another of their songs but it felt too much like a spoiler👀)Since the rest of the band are at the start, refence Set It Off pic (l-r, Maxx, Cody, Zach)
It was the first date of the European tour and Maxx was still buzzing. Even after coming off stage and meeting the few fans outside, adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to just head to the bus and back to the hotel that they had for the night, as he just wouldn’t be able to settle.
“Hey, why don’t we go for a few drinks, you know to celebrate the tour kicking off?” Zach said with a sly smile. “After all we don’t have a show tomorrow so it doesn’t matter if we stay late or get hungover or anything.”
“I’m down.” Maxx replied with a grin, figuring a night out might be just the thing to deal with his energy.
“Sure, why not.” Cody, their singer replied with a smile, rubbing his chin. “But I don’t particularly fancy wandering the streets until we stumble on one.” That was true, the last time that the band had played here they had to travel the next day so they hadn’t exactly had time for exploring.
Zach just grinned and Maxx knew he had a plan. “Well it turns out one of the techs told me about a bar not far from here called The Riff, apparently a lot of bands that play go visit when they’re here so why not us?”
***
Sure enough the band made their way to The Riff, which wasn’t far from at all from the venue. The place was nice enough and, as the name implied it was very music themed, with various discs on the walls. Maxx immediately clocked the photos behind the bar. He recognised a few people, his eyes catching the guys from Asking and he couldn’t help but smile. They’d see each other again in a few months.
As Maxx and Cody got a booth, Zach went to get their drinks, returning a few minutes later with three bottles in his hands, the label unfamiliar. “Hey, I was talking to the guy behind the bar and he wants to add us to the wall!” Maxx took one of the bottles, taking a long swig of what was clearly some sort of cider and he smiled.
“Sure, why not.” Cody said with a smile, taking a drink of his own. “Well take one after our first round.”
***
As they finished the drinks, discussing the gig as they did, the band went to the bar and Zach introduced them to the man tending bar. His name, that Maxx had learned from Zach over their drinks, was Jussi and he wasn’t just the bartender but the bar’s owner and in a band himself, though Zach hadn’t got the name.
“Hello boys.” Jussi smiled at them, reaching behind the counter of the bar to pull out the Polaroid camera he had there. “Zach here tells me you had a show tonight.”
“Yeah, it was the first gig on our European tour.” Cody replied with a grin. “It was a lot of fun and it’s made me super pumped for the rest of the dates.”
“Yeah.” Maxx added with a nod and smile of his own. “It was a lot of fun and I’m glad we were able to come here tonight.” He nodded to the wall. “And that we’ll be in good company.”
“I’m glad it went well for you! Next time you’re here I’ll have to come see you play.” Jussi smiled at that, lifting the camera up. “Well boys are you ready for a picture?” They nodded and did a few poses as he took pictures, including one with him. He set the photos down on the counter as they developed, returning the camera to it’szit’s place and grabbing some pens, handing them over to them to sign.
Maxx felt oddly proud as he pinned one of them up on the wall, right next to Asking.
***
After the photos they went back to their booth with drinks on the house from Jussi and it was while he was nursing them that he noticed a man enter the bar. Sure a few guys had come in while they were sitting there, but there was something about this one. He was wearing black leathers and long dark hair, with a pair of shades covering his eyes. There was something about him, something…. Alluring about him and Maxx couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
Zach turned in his seat, following his eyeline and he smirked. “Damn no wonder you’re staring.”
Cody turned to look as well as the man took a seat at the bar. “Yeah, damn.” Cody turned back to look at Maxx, a grin on his face and Maxx knew he was gonna be made fun of. “I can see why you’re staring, but maybe stop before you start drooling over the table. I don’t think Jussi would approve of the mess.”
Maxx flipped him off and snorted, tearing his gaze from the man. “Fuck off, I’m not drooling.”
“Not yet, but if you stared much longer you would be.” Zach chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “I get it though, he’s tall dark and handsome, I don’t blame you for looking one bit.”
“See you get it.” Maxx grabbed his cider, taking a long drink from it, downing the rest. His gaze went back to the man, who was talking to Jussi. He wondered if he was ordering a drink, or if he was a regular. It certainly seemed to be the latter as they seemed to be having a conversation more than just asking for what he wanted.
Cody leaned forward, a glint in his eyes as he lowered his voice. “Why don’t you go and grab yourself a fresh drink, maybe you could talk to him.”
Maxx felt his cheeks flush slightly at the prospect. He had been content to just watch this strange man from afar, but maybe he should go up. After all Cody was right, he had finished a drink and if nothing else he could at least see this mystery man up close. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the post gig high, but he found himself nodding.
“Remember, bus leaves at 3 tomorrow night.” Cody grinned at him, patting him on the shoulder. “Good luck.”
Maxx set the empty bottle down, Zach offering him an encouraging nod and a raise of his own bottle and he got up, heading across the room to the bar. Thankfully he hadn’t left to go elsewhere, so Maxx moved to stand near to him. Jussi had left, to serve someone at the other end of the bar so it was just them. Maxx gave him a few furtive looks, admiring how he looked even better up close.
And then the man turned to look at him, speaking in perfect English. “Are you going to stare at me all night?”
“I’m sorry I…” Maxx swallowed shaking his head, not wanting to come off as some shy boy. “I’m Maxx, I couldn’t help but notice how good you looked as soon as you came in.”
“Is that so?” The man’s lip quirked into a smirk, his head tilting as he looked him up and down. “Well Maxx, now I have noticed you.” He bought his hand up, lowering his sunglasses down to reveal his piercing eyes. “You will come home with me.”
Maxx nodded with a slight smile. “Yes, I will come back home with you.”
The man grinned, pushing his glasses back up and he turned back to Jussi. He said something to him, that he guessed was in Finnish and he smirked, waving him off. The stranger got up from his seat, and Maxx knew he had to follow, walking behind him as they headed out of the bar.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught Zach and Cody grinning at him, though he found himself not really caring all that much.
The man led him out of the bar, and down a nearby street. Maxx had questions buzzing in his head about this man, that at least wanted to get his name, but he found that he couldn’t voice them and small talk seemed unimportant. So instead they up just walked in silence.
The stranger stopped at a door and he pulled out a key to open it, leading Maxx inside. It was a nice house that looked somehow older than the buildings that surrounded it. He didn’t think much of it as the stranger led him into the house. The stranger led him down some stairs and Maxx was greeted by the sight of a basement, which looked more like a dungeon. Not just a sex dungeon, although there were devices around clearly for that purpose, but also a medieval one. There was what looked like a cell in one corner of the room and there were sets of manacles hanging from the walls and the ceiling. He was sure there was what looked like an actual iron maiden in another corner.
The man turned to face him, a smirk across his lips. “Now that we are in more comfortable surroundings.” He removed his sunglasses, hooking them to the neckline of his shirt, fixing his gaze on him. “You will address me as Herra, do you understand?”
For some reason Maxx was sure that wasn’t his name, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind it went away. “Yes Herra.” He replied, nodding slightly as the words left his lips.
“Good.” He nodded in approval with a smile.”Now, strip.”
“Yes Herra.” Maxx nodded again and started to undress, first pulling his t-shirt off, exposing his muscular body to him. Herra nodded towards a basket by the door and Maxx deposited the clothing in there. He reached down and undid his zipper, pushing his pants down his legs to the floor. He stepped out of them, removing his shoes and socks as well, tossing them in the basket with his tee. Lastly he reached for his boxers, hooking his fingers under the black fabric, pushing them down to his legs to his feet, exposing his soft dick for the other man.
With his clothes fully in the basket he returned to Herra, standing in front of him, his arms by his sides. The other man nodded, seemingly pleased and he walked around him, looking him up and down.
“Yes, you will do nicely.” Herra smirked when he stood in front of him, reaching forward to run a hand down his chest. The touch was electric, going straight to his cock and it started to stiffen between his legs. Herra caught sight of it and his lips twisted into a scowl of displeasure, which sent a shiver of shame through him. “Enough of that, if I want your little worm hard I’ll tell you to.”
Almost immediately Maxx’s erection wilted and he whispered softly. “Sorry Herra.”
“Much better.” He tutted, his gaze on Maxx’s soft dick for a few moments before looking back into his eyes. It felt like they were looking into his soul and it sent a shiver through his body. “You will be punished for your transgression.”
“Yes Herra. Sorry Herra.” Maxx replied softly, bowing his head slightly.
The man moved away from him and Maxx’s eyes followed him as he went to an old wooden chest. He pulled a large key out of his pocket made of dark metal and he inserted it into the lock, the chest making an audible click as he unlocked it and opened it up.
Maxx couldn’t see what was in there from his position, so all he could do was watch Herra reach inside and move some of the items inside. Some of them sounded like heavy metal, which made him wonder if they were things to match the shackles on the wall. He heard him take things out of the chest and saw him place them on something beside it, before shutting the chest and straightening back up.
In his hand was a leather flogger and he came closer to him. He fixed him with that intense gaze of his, then bought the flogger down against his chest. The sharp pain made him want to yelp but he bit his lip to keep himself quiet.
Herra smirked, bought the flogger down in the same place. This time he felt the studs at the end of it as they struck his skin, sending more pain through him. “Tell me slut.” He spoke up, casually hitting his belly, before starting to move around him. “You have these strong muscles.” He tailed the flogged down the inked skin of his right arm as he circled around him. “But you came to me practically screaming that you’re a filthy little slut.” He bought the flogged down against his up back, his eyes squeezing shut from the pain. “So tell me, are you a top or a bottom?” He whispered the words against Maxx’s ear, making him shiver and then he bought down the flogger again, this time against his lower back. Then he stopped, clearly to give time for Maxx to respond.
He considered his words before responding, allowing himself to take a breath to steady himself.
For the longest time in Set It Off he’d been… well, not scrawny, because playing drums naturally gives you muscles, but he definitely wasn’t as toned as he was now. He was much more of a twink, both from when he joined up until Elsewhere. And he was fine with that, fine being on his knees for men on tours and festivals.
And then there’d been an encounter that made a switch flick in his brain and he’d decided to bulk up, by doing wrestling, something he’d liked watching since childhood. Now when he had encounters the men he was with wanted him in control, wanted him to pin them down and use them. He loved the power of it, but still, part of him missed the old days.
“I guess I’m both Herra.” He replied after a moments thought. “But I had hoped that you would fuck me.” He added, replying honestly.
Herra made a thoughtful noise, then the flogger hit his ass, making him cry out. “Yes I can see it now.” His voice was low as he spoke, the flogger hitting the back of his thigh. “You on your knees behind a tour bus sucking someone off.”
As he spoke a memory came to Maxx’s mind of exactly that happening, shortly after Elsewhere came out. He was on his knees, in front of the bassist of skill The Lights, Jay. His bright green hair was gripped tight by the other man, who was holding him down on his hard cock.
He looked up at the man, loving how easily his strong arms held him down on his thick cock. It was a rush, the feeling going straight to his dick and he sucked harder, enjoying the moans from above…
The memory faded from his mind, bringing him back the head and now as the flogger hit Maxx’s chest hard. Herra was back standing before him, looking at him with those intense eyes. “Perhaps if you please me you will be down on your knees for me.”
The words sent a thrill through him, which usually would have gone straight to his dick but it remained soft. “Yes Herra.”
Herra smirked, then used the flogger on him a few more times, hitting both his thighs, his stomach and then his chest again. Then he slipped the handle of his into his pocket, looking him up and down to admire his handiwork.
Maxx looked down at himself and he could see the red welts forming on his chest and thighs, marvelling at the sight of them.
Herra trailed a hand along the most prominent one on his chest, his nails scratching along the sensitive skin sending a fresh rush of pain through Maxx. Then he turned and walked away, his boots sounding on the stone floor. He returned to where he’d left the things he’d gotten from the chest and, after a few moments, he returned to him.
In his hand was a strange looking metal object, that looked roughly like an elongated pear. At the thinner end there was a circle of engraved metal, though he couldn’t make out what it was, and beneath it was a bar. The confusion must have been clear on his face, because Herra smirked at him, though didn’t elaborated as to what it was. Part of Maxx wanted to ask, but he didn’t say anything. “You will hold yourself open.”
As soon as he said the words Maxx bought a hand to each of his ass cheeks, gripping onto them and spreading them apart.
“Good slut.” Herra moved around until he was back behind him. Maxx felt the rounded end of the metal press against his hole, then heard Herra whisper low in his ear. “You will open up for me.”
As soon as those words left his lips he pushed the metal inside him. His hole didn’t resist, even though he hadn’t been stretched and the metal object was eased into him until the rounded part was fully inside him. He’d never had anything metal inside him before and the coolness of it send a shiver through him.
Once it was inside him he took a few breaths, allowing himself to get used the weight and the fullness of the object. And then he felt it move and his eyes widened.
The metal device wasn’t moving like how he might have expected, with Herra moving it in and out of him like a strange metal dildo. Instead the metal was spreading inside of him and he heard the twisting of metal from behind him. He felt Herra’s hand move against his ass, and he guessed that he was turning the end of it to make it spread it open. Tears sprung to his eyes and gasps of pain left his lips as he opened up inside him and he heard Herra let out a low chuckle.
“This is a pear of anguish, it’s one of my favourite torture devices.” Herra said, his voice low as he twisted his hand, opening the pear up inside of him. “I bet you’ve never been stretched like this have you slut?”
“N… no Herra…” Maxx’s voice trembled as he spoke, the hard metal opening more than he ever had been. He knew it was possible to be stretched this wide of course, he’d seen large sex toys and knew people could take fists but he never had before.
The other man chuckled again and he heard a click and he knew that meant it was being locked in place like this. “Good.” Herra moved around him until he was standing in front of him, his eyes dark. He leaned in, extending his tongue and he licked the tears from Maxx’s cheeks. “Oh I love it when sluts cry.” He smirked, stepping back from him and he took something from a sheath at his belt that Maxx hadn’t noticed.
It was a knife, the sharp blade glinting in the light and the handle dark. “Let’s see if I can make you cry more.
Part of Maxx wanted to object, because while the flogger’s marks would fade, whatever the blade could do to him would be harder to hide or explain. He’d also gotten proud of his body and, for the last tours, he’d played shirtless.
Again no objections left his lips and he didn’t even move as Herra started slashing at his chest. Maxx was able to cry out, more tears escaping as the knife cut his skin. They were all fairly shallow but they still stung and blood oozed out of them over the welts that the flogger had made.
The other man moved around him, cutting his side, the uninked skin of his right arm, his back, even his ass a few times. Each cut made him cry out from the pain and Herra kept circling around him, giving his other arm and side the same treatment before returning to where he was. He admired the work he’d made, a cruel grin on his face and he licked the blood off the blade. The sight sent a shiver of arousal through him and he watched as the blade was returned to his sheath. Then he bent down and licked a line across his chest, through the bloody mess, a soft groan leaving his lips.
When he moved back he licked his bloody lips, smirking. “Now, on your knees.”
Maxx instantly fell to his knees, the stone floor hard against them and he looked up at him with tear stained eyes. Herra smirked at the sight, then started unbuckling his belt, Maxx’s eyes following his fingers as they did so. He couldn’t help but notice the bulge beneath the leather and how large it looked, especially with the man’s hands so close to it.
With his belt undone his fingers shifted to his crotch, and it felt like they were moving slowly as they popped open the button, then pulled the zipped down. He opened his flies, then pushed his dark underwear down to behind his balls, freeing his cock.
Maxx found himself drooling at the sight of the man’s hard, thick cock. Fuck, it had been far too long since he’d been in this position. “You know what to do with that slut mouth.”
He didn’t even nod or verbally respond, parting his lips and taking his into his mouth.
He took him right down to the base in one easy movement, until his nose was pressed into the dark curls that surrounded it. He moaned softly around it, starting to bob his head, doing his best to please him. It was a mixture of flicking his tongue, squeezing his lips and sliding up and down on his dick.
He quickly lost himself in the rhythm of his movements, especially when Herra shifted his hand to grip his hair tightly. He didn’t push him down or pull him away, seemingly content with what he was doing so he kept suckling and licking at him. He’d missed this, being down on his knees in front of a sexy man, doing his best to please him with his mouth.
“Yes, you know that this is where you belong don’t you.” Maxx flicked his eyes up to met Herra’s, his dark eyes staring down at him. He’d have nodded if he could, but he didn’t want to lose the rhythm so instead he just kept sucking. He felt proud when he heard a low moan leave the man’s throat, his cock throbbing in his mouth. “You are not going to fuck anyone ever again, you’re not going to let anyone suck your dick. Such silly thoughts are going to leave your head.”
His words sent a shiver through him and he squeezed his lips around him. He was right. This was the place that felt right, it always had been. He didn’t understand why he had thought that he had ever thought that pining someone down beneath him was right.
“That’s it, let such thoughts leave your head. You’re far too pretty to have them.” Maxx moaned around his cock, tasting a few drops of precum on his tongue. The taste only spurred him on, making him flutter his tongue as he hummed around him to the tune of Fake Ass Friends. Above Herra moaned in pleasure, his fingers tightening in his bleached blonde hair.
Herra grunted, then growled, staring down at him with those dark, intense eyes. “You will swallow it all down.” That made him moan, squeezing his lips and fluttering his tongue and then his mouth.
That was it. Herra let out another low growl and he came down his throws and over his tongue. Maxx swallowed it all down, his eyes lidding as he savoured the salty, slightly coppery taste until it was all gone. He flicked his tongue across the head for good measure and then he found the hand on his head pushed him back
“Mmm you did a good job.” The fingers relaxed their grip, petting his head almost gently. “But I don’t know about you but an orgasm always makes me hungry.”
He moved then, back behind Maxx and, before he knew it, he felt something around his ankles, being secured in place. Then he could see Herra in the corner of his eyes, going to a wall where there was a wheel, that looked much like a ships wheel. He started to turn it and then Maxx felt his feet m start to get raised up by what he was secured by.
In almost no time at all he found himself hanging upside down and when he looked up he saw that what was around his ankles were shackles. He felt the blood rush to his head a little, making him dizzy and all he could see was the blood drying on his chest.
“There, much better. I always find it’s so much more fun if I play with my body before I indulge.” Herra was back in front of him, running his fingers over his chest, smearing the blood that was still wet across his skin. “And you have to admit, you look so much better this way don’t you?”
“Yes Herra.” Maxx replied, as he watched the man from this strange angle.
Herra smirked, then he leaned in to his thigh and Maxx felt him bite down. He’d been bitten before but this didn’t feel like that, instead it felt like his teeth pierced his skin, blood spilling into his mouth. Herra moaned, much like he did while he was sucking him off and he swallowed down the blood.
It took Maxx’s hazy mind longer than it should have to realise what he was.
Herra wasn’t human, he was a vampire.
As he lost blood his vision went more hazy and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was Herra sinking his fangs into his other thigh.
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Maxx groaned at the sound of his phone alarm beeping beside him. He reached for it almost blindly and he turned it off before sitting up and rubbing his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was in his hotel room, in his bed and he blinked a few times, feeling that he shouldn’t be here.
Last night felt kind of fuzzy. They’d played a great show, then Zach took them to a bar he’d heard of then…
He rubbed his head, the rest of the night feeling more hazy. There was a sexy man and he felt he’d made a fool of himself and then…
He pushed back the covers slightly, looking down at himself. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected to see, but his bare chest was unmarked, apart from a few red marks on his skin that were already fading.
Maybe things would be clearer when he had a shower and if not the guys could surely fill him in.
He pushed back the covers and swung his legs out the side of the bed, padding his way to the bathroom. And then he caught his reflection in the full length mirror and he saw marks on his thighs.
There were two marks on each one, almost mirroring each other and they looked almost like puncture wounds. What exactly had happened last night?
He almost shrugged it off but the ache he felt in his ass as he resumed walking told him what he needed to know. He might not remember what happened, but he’d clearly got some kind of action.
A thought entered his mind, not a memory but more a strong desire. He needed some dick. As he he entered the bathroom, turning the shower on he wondered if he’d be able to convince Cody and Zach to let him suck them off for the rest of the tour.
As he stepped into the warm water he hoped that they’d say yes.
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Date: 2024-11-09 10:27 pm (UTC)I’m glad! And hee yeah it seems so! I really need to fic him more I keep meaning to but get sidetracked 😅 (and I’ll have to get back to that fic with them sometime😂)
Oh that sounds wild but fun!😆
Yeah! I figured he was just there to catch up with his friend but when Maxx comes close he takes an interest
I’m glad! I almost put the warnings in but I thought the surprise might be better😅 so I’m glad it did!
Yeah I figured he’d have lots of medieval stuff (hence the iron maiden too) but he really loves the pear. And yeah it’s so hot and it needs to be used more! But that’s true!
Yeah! If it’s someone you’ve wrote and I’m not super familiar I kinda use that as a basis😅 so I’m glad that worked too! Yeah it means drinking from there means he can keep the marks without it being super obvious like the neck and I’m glad!
Yeah I considered a few things, like if the upside down things had been at the other gig I’d have probably had him have men kept like that, hanging from the ceiling (with Maxx maybe joining them) and I did consider him keeping him in this but decided not to👀
It might have been noticeable but I didn’t catch it😅 so if you wanna do another when you feel more up to it feel free! I hope you do feel better though🖤(again I’m here if you want to talk or anything,) I’m so glad you thought so!
Yeah I probably will! If you have any ideas lemme know 💜 (i could do a follow up or something else but I think I will do something with him anyway at some point)
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Date: 2024-11-09 11:31 pm (UTC)Yeah I only remembered it when I was typing that reply. I definitely feel I need a resolution to them, heh.
Maybe I'll go visit when I'm next in Helsinki!
Yeah the reference to the iron maiden was great too. I love the thought of medieval devices still being in use and appreciated by someone like him, they just fit his whole vibe so well. Like I can see him using modern items too but old fashioned stuff totally seems like his sorta vibe.
Genuinely Jyrki seemed so enthralled by the things hanging from the ceiling. Before they started to play the last song he said something like "I have some friends hanging from the ceiling, I need you to cheer loud enough to wake them up" - paraphrased but it was 100% along those lines.
I'm......not good, hoping I'll feel better after a sleep. I fucking hope so. But thanks.
I'll have a think and let you know, heh.
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Date: 2024-11-09 11:42 pm (UTC)And yeah! I’ll definitely get back to it at some point (damn my wip list of doomy doom) I know I had some ideas with what was going to happen so…)
I hope so!
I’m glad! He should put someone in it👀 and I agree it does suit his vibe! (I wish I knew more such things heh) I agree it really does, even in things where he’s not a camp
Oh damn that’s amazing! 👀👀I really need to do something where he really does have ‘friends’ hanging like that
Oh no I’m sorry *hugs* I’m here if I can help and I hope sleep helps
Ok!
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Date: 2024-11-10 12:16 am (UTC)Would definitely love to see more if you feel inspired.
He totally needs to put someone into it lol. Or just use other medieval torture devices in general.
Hah yeah. Honestly I genuinely thought they were gonna do something with them, maybe they were going to open up and have confetti fall or whatever. But nope, turns out it was just venue decorations for Halloween lol. Jyrki definitely approved tho!
It's okay. I appreciate the offer but I'll be fine in a day or two I think.
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Date: 2024-11-10 12:22 am (UTC)Of course! I might look to it after finishing the slam dunk fics👀 (and rubber ones…)
Absolutely!👀
Yeah I thought so too! I love that he approved he probably has had ideas causa them👀
Ok🖤but if you change your mind you know where I am💜