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shadowhiveDuality
Pairing: Maxx Danziger/Maxx Danziger
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Doubles, non-con
Notes: So I had this idea when I did the Maxx pic post awhile back(so you can tell how long this has been in the works!), but after then I got distracted and blocked so it’s took so long to do. It also was gonna end earlier than but then I decided to add a time skip so…
The Elsewhere tour was over and to Maxx it was bittersweet, like how every tour was. On the one hand he’d miss it, miss the rush of getting behind his kit and performing for a crowd. On the other he’d be able to chill and rest for awhile. Plus he’d have some privacy, which was something that was lacking on a tour bus.
He sighed as he unlocked the door to his house, stepping inside, grateful to be in his own space. The house was quiet and he planned to swing round to his sister’s tomorrow to pick up Crash and Pistol. That was another disadvantage to touring, not seeing his pets for so long. He definitely was looking forward to being able to give them both lots of pets and hugs.
He set his tour bags down by the door, making his way up to his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to just flop on top of the sheets. When he entered his room he paused, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he’d had it the whole tour, his bright green hair still sometimes surprised him. He liked how different it was, how the whole aesthetic of Welcome To Elsewhere had meant they wore wild, bright colours and it had been fun to do something so different.
Right now he was wearing bright purple skinny jeans and a fishnet top that he’d grown fond of since first wearing it.
“You look like a whore.” The voice made him freeze in place. Partly that was because he should be alone, but it was also because it sounded like his own and he hadn’t spoken.
“Who said that?” He turned his head, looking around the room and finding it empty as he’d expected. For a few moments he thought he’d just imagined it, that it was all in his head from being tired from the tour but then it spoke again.
“You heard me. You look like a whore dressed like that.” He looked around the room again, then his eyes caught sight of his reflection. Only this time he realised that it was… off, looking at him with intent eyes. “There we go, now you see me.”
His reflection’s mouth was moving as he spoke, even though his own lips weren’t moving. He noticed then how different the reflection was from him now. He was still wearing the fishnet, though he looked noticeably more buff than he was, filling out the top more. His hair was also different, now back to his usual bleached blonde.
Maxx backed up from the mirror, though his reflection didn’t move at all. “What are you?”
“I’m you. Or rather the you that you should be.” His reflection smirked, then started to move coming closer towards him. “Or rather the you that I will be.” Maxx watched in confusion as his reflection stepped forward, its leg coming out of the mirror. As soon as they left the mirror they stretched their limbs, then started crossing the short distance until he was standing in front of him.
They reached up, grabbing his chin and making him look him right in the eyes. Although they looked like his own there was a darkness there, something that made him uncomfortable. They smirked, apparently pleased by his reaction. “Now why don’t you do what you do best: get on your knees.” They let go of him, keeping their gaze fixed on him and their expression made it clear that he expected him to do it.
Maxx swallowed and he sank down to his knees in front of him. His reflection wasn’t wrong, this was a position that he was very familiar with. He just couldn’t help it, he got such a rush from being on his knees, sucking someone off and swallowing everything they had to give.
“Pathetic.” His reflection snorted and he looked up, watching as he undid his pants. As soon as he opened his flies Maxx gasped at what he saw. His muscles weren’t the only thing bigger than his were, his dick was noticeably bigger than his own. He swallowed at the sight, a surge of arousal going though him and the other man chuckled. “Well, why don’t you do what you’re best at?”
Maxx felt himself flush at that, but he nodded, parting his lips to take the dick into his mouth. Even though he was big it didn’t take him long to take him down to the base, squeezing his lips around him. His reflection moaned, his dick stiffening to full arousal as Maxx started to bob his head. He did his best to please him, wiggling his tongue against the underside of his dick while squeezing his lips around him. When he pulled back, so just his head was in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin, rubbing it along his slit before taking him back down.
His actions were rewarded by pleased moans from his reflection and a hand fisting in his bright green hair. “You really are a filthy little cocksucker.” His reflection gasped, his hips jerking to meet Maxx’s face.
Maxx didn’t respond, instead keeping his focus on pleasing him. He’d been in this position enough times over the years that he knew exactly what to do. He bobbed up and down, flicking his tongue and squeezing his lips, even starting to hum around him.
The fingers in his hair gripped a little tighter and he half expected him to either pull him off or hold him down, but he did neither. There was a small part of him that felt disappointed by that and he tried not to dwell on that.
After sucking on him rhythmically for he didn’t know how long, the moans from the man above turned into more animalistic growls. The hand in his hair tightened even more and Maxx braced himself for what he knew was coming.
His reflection thrust to meet his lips and it took just a few more movements of them both before he came into his mouth. Maxx groaned around the length as he swallowed the surprisingly heavy load, his eyes lidding as he savoured it.
For a few long moments the only sound in the room was his double catching his breath and then he pushed him back, his softening cock slipping from his lips.
There was more silence as Maxx looked up at him and it was only broken when his double spoke. “That was… decent.” Maxx was sure he was downplaying it but didn’t want to point it out.
Instead he found his voice, keeping it soft as he spoke. “Thank you I’m glad I could please you.” He paused then added. “Does that mean this is over?”
He laughed at the question, shaking his head. “No slut it’s not. I meant what I said. I am here to take over your life.” He smirked as he yanked Maxx’s head back, making him gasp. “As for you, you will make yourself useful by serving me however I need. And if you don’t like that…” He bought his free hand to his neck, running a finger along it. “Understand?”
Maxx swallowed and nodded, before whispering softly. “Yes.”
He gave his hair a sharp tug. “What was that?”
“Yes sir!” Maxx replied, a little louder.
“Better.” His other self smirked, finally releasing him. “Now let’s get started with the making sure you know your place.”
***
Maxx had been sure that he would wake up and find that everything that happened that night had been a hallucination, caused by exhaustion, or some sort of weird dream. However that had turned out not to be the case and his life had changed, leaving him forced to watch as his double took his place.
Ever since that night he had been virtually naked, save for the collar around his neck and the cage locked around his cock, both of which his master had ordered since he hadn’t had either. His cage had came off for only two things, when his master wanted to clean him or when he downsized it to a smaller one.
His master had also got more locks to ensure he had no access to clothes. His master only let him wear some on rare occasions and even then it was new clothing designed to humiliate him.
While his main role was to serve him sexually he also cooked, cleaned, served as his footrest and urinal. Strangely there was something so… freeing about that, in that he no longer had to think for himself, his only thoughts being to serve his master.
Now though things were about to change. His master was about to go on tour, leaving him alone. His master had apparently fooled the others into thinking it was him and he knew every song as well as him. The only thing that had surprised them, apparently, was how buff he was, but his master had played that down as him always being this way, it’s just they were only noticing it now.
“It’s a shame.” His master said between thrusts as his perfect cock filled Maxx’s hole. “That I have to leave you here, that I can’t bring you along.” He raked his nails down his back, which was covered in marks from various flogging sand whippings he’d gotten.
Maxx let out a needy whine, nodding. “Yes sir.” He knew that Cody and Zach would have too many questions if they saw them together and he also knew they wouldn’t understand their relationship. They’d took one look at him, at the various marks and bruises that his master had given him and want to intervene. Their hearts would be in the right place but he’d hate them for it.
“It’s a pity, I’ll miss your warm holes.” His master growled as he thrust into him roughly. “I’ll have to make do with my hand and all my pretty pictures of you.”
His master had taken dozens of pictures of him on his phone over the past days. Full body shots, pictures of his bruises, his welts, his caged cock, his open hole and more besides. The fact that those would be getting him off filled Maxx with a sense of pride.
His master growled, digging his nails into the cheeks of his ass as he came, painting his insides with p his fresh load. He wasted no time, pulling out and stuffing him with a plug, then moving around to stand before him. Wordlessly Maxx got to work, licking his dick clean, moaning at the taste he’d miss. He whined and his master smirked, tugging his hair.
“Don’t worry slut, I’ll be back soon. Now I have to get ready.”
“Yes sir.” Maxx whispered softly though part of him couldn’t help but feel resigned as he watched his master dress. All he could do was hope that the time would pass quickly, though he suspected it wouldn’t.
Pairing: Maxx Danziger/Maxx Danziger
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Doubles, non-con
Notes: So I had this idea when I did the Maxx pic post awhile back(so you can tell how long this has been in the works!), but after then I got distracted and blocked so it’s took so long to do. It also was gonna end earlier than but then I decided to add a time skip so…
The Elsewhere tour was over and to Maxx it was bittersweet, like how every tour was. On the one hand he’d miss it, miss the rush of getting behind his kit and performing for a crowd. On the other he’d be able to chill and rest for awhile. Plus he’d have some privacy, which was something that was lacking on a tour bus.
He sighed as he unlocked the door to his house, stepping inside, grateful to be in his own space. The house was quiet and he planned to swing round to his sister’s tomorrow to pick up Crash and Pistol. That was another disadvantage to touring, not seeing his pets for so long. He definitely was looking forward to being able to give them both lots of pets and hugs.
He set his tour bags down by the door, making his way up to his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to just flop on top of the sheets. When he entered his room he paused, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he’d had it the whole tour, his bright green hair still sometimes surprised him. He liked how different it was, how the whole aesthetic of Welcome To Elsewhere had meant they wore wild, bright colours and it had been fun to do something so different.
Right now he was wearing bright purple skinny jeans and a fishnet top that he’d grown fond of since first wearing it.
“You look like a whore.” The voice made him freeze in place. Partly that was because he should be alone, but it was also because it sounded like his own and he hadn’t spoken.
“Who said that?” He turned his head, looking around the room and finding it empty as he’d expected. For a few moments he thought he’d just imagined it, that it was all in his head from being tired from the tour but then it spoke again.
“You heard me. You look like a whore dressed like that.” He looked around the room again, then his eyes caught sight of his reflection. Only this time he realised that it was… off, looking at him with intent eyes. “There we go, now you see me.”
His reflection’s mouth was moving as he spoke, even though his own lips weren’t moving. He noticed then how different the reflection was from him now. He was still wearing the fishnet, though he looked noticeably more buff than he was, filling out the top more. His hair was also different, now back to his usual bleached blonde.
Maxx backed up from the mirror, though his reflection didn’t move at all. “What are you?”
“I’m you. Or rather the you that you should be.” His reflection smirked, then started to move coming closer towards him. “Or rather the you that I will be.” Maxx watched in confusion as his reflection stepped forward, its leg coming out of the mirror. As soon as they left the mirror they stretched their limbs, then started crossing the short distance until he was standing in front of him.
They reached up, grabbing his chin and making him look him right in the eyes. Although they looked like his own there was a darkness there, something that made him uncomfortable. They smirked, apparently pleased by his reaction. “Now why don’t you do what you do best: get on your knees.” They let go of him, keeping their gaze fixed on him and their expression made it clear that he expected him to do it.
Maxx swallowed and he sank down to his knees in front of him. His reflection wasn’t wrong, this was a position that he was very familiar with. He just couldn’t help it, he got such a rush from being on his knees, sucking someone off and swallowing everything they had to give.
“Pathetic.” His reflection snorted and he looked up, watching as he undid his pants. As soon as he opened his flies Maxx gasped at what he saw. His muscles weren’t the only thing bigger than his were, his dick was noticeably bigger than his own. He swallowed at the sight, a surge of arousal going though him and the other man chuckled. “Well, why don’t you do what you’re best at?”
Maxx felt himself flush at that, but he nodded, parting his lips to take the dick into his mouth. Even though he was big it didn’t take him long to take him down to the base, squeezing his lips around him. His reflection moaned, his dick stiffening to full arousal as Maxx started to bob his head. He did his best to please him, wiggling his tongue against the underside of his dick while squeezing his lips around him. When he pulled back, so just his head was in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin, rubbing it along his slit before taking him back down.
His actions were rewarded by pleased moans from his reflection and a hand fisting in his bright green hair. “You really are a filthy little cocksucker.” His reflection gasped, his hips jerking to meet Maxx’s face.
Maxx didn’t respond, instead keeping his focus on pleasing him. He’d been in this position enough times over the years that he knew exactly what to do. He bobbed up and down, flicking his tongue and squeezing his lips, even starting to hum around him.
The fingers in his hair gripped a little tighter and he half expected him to either pull him off or hold him down, but he did neither. There was a small part of him that felt disappointed by that and he tried not to dwell on that.
After sucking on him rhythmically for he didn’t know how long, the moans from the man above turned into more animalistic growls. The hand in his hair tightened even more and Maxx braced himself for what he knew was coming.
His reflection thrust to meet his lips and it took just a few more movements of them both before he came into his mouth. Maxx groaned around the length as he swallowed the surprisingly heavy load, his eyes lidding as he savoured it.
For a few long moments the only sound in the room was his double catching his breath and then he pushed him back, his softening cock slipping from his lips.
There was more silence as Maxx looked up at him and it was only broken when his double spoke. “That was… decent.” Maxx was sure he was downplaying it but didn’t want to point it out.
Instead he found his voice, keeping it soft as he spoke. “Thank you I’m glad I could please you.” He paused then added. “Does that mean this is over?”
He laughed at the question, shaking his head. “No slut it’s not. I meant what I said. I am here to take over your life.” He smirked as he yanked Maxx’s head back, making him gasp. “As for you, you will make yourself useful by serving me however I need. And if you don’t like that…” He bought his free hand to his neck, running a finger along it. “Understand?”
Maxx swallowed and nodded, before whispering softly. “Yes.”
He gave his hair a sharp tug. “What was that?”
“Yes sir!” Maxx replied, a little louder.
“Better.” His other self smirked, finally releasing him. “Now let’s get started with the making sure you know your place.”
***
Maxx had been sure that he would wake up and find that everything that happened that night had been a hallucination, caused by exhaustion, or some sort of weird dream. However that had turned out not to be the case and his life had changed, leaving him forced to watch as his double took his place.
Ever since that night he had been virtually naked, save for the collar around his neck and the cage locked around his cock, both of which his master had ordered since he hadn’t had either. His cage had came off for only two things, when his master wanted to clean him or when he downsized it to a smaller one.
His master had also got more locks to ensure he had no access to clothes. His master only let him wear some on rare occasions and even then it was new clothing designed to humiliate him.
While his main role was to serve him sexually he also cooked, cleaned, served as his footrest and urinal. Strangely there was something so… freeing about that, in that he no longer had to think for himself, his only thoughts being to serve his master.
Now though things were about to change. His master was about to go on tour, leaving him alone. His master had apparently fooled the others into thinking it was him and he knew every song as well as him. The only thing that had surprised them, apparently, was how buff he was, but his master had played that down as him always being this way, it’s just they were only noticing it now.
“It’s a shame.” His master said between thrusts as his perfect cock filled Maxx’s hole. “That I have to leave you here, that I can’t bring you along.” He raked his nails down his back, which was covered in marks from various flogging sand whippings he’d gotten.
Maxx let out a needy whine, nodding. “Yes sir.” He knew that Cody and Zach would have too many questions if they saw them together and he also knew they wouldn’t understand their relationship. They’d took one look at him, at the various marks and bruises that his master had given him and want to intervene. Their hearts would be in the right place but he’d hate them for it.
“It’s a pity, I’ll miss your warm holes.” His master growled as he thrust into him roughly. “I’ll have to make do with my hand and all my pretty pictures of you.”
His master had taken dozens of pictures of him on his phone over the past days. Full body shots, pictures of his bruises, his welts, his caged cock, his open hole and more besides. The fact that those would be getting him off filled Maxx with a sense of pride.
His master growled, digging his nails into the cheeks of his ass as he came, painting his insides with p his fresh load. He wasted no time, pulling out and stuffing him with a plug, then moving around to stand before him. Wordlessly Maxx got to work, licking his dick clean, moaning at the taste he’d miss. He whined and his master smirked, tugging his hair.
“Don’t worry slut, I’ll be back soon. Now I have to get ready.”
“Yes sir.” Maxx whispered softly though part of him couldn’t help but feel resigned as he watched his master dress. All he could do was hope that the time would pass quickly, though he suspected it wouldn’t.
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Date: 2025-01-15 05:41 pm (UTC)i could picture the two maxxs in my head PERFECTLY (i didn't even notice you'd linked photos until after i'd finished reading lmaoo) and oh i loveeee buff!maxx so much 😍 HE'S SO HOT AND COMMANDING he would make a perfect master, and somehow green hair maxx is the perfect sub for him, how is it that i legitimately ship this like as a real ship even tho it's selfcest....
the line "i'm the you that you should be" hits so HARD like it's the ultimate degradation to be told you're not good enough as you are by a form of YOURSELF. green hair maxx was very quick to obey in a situation where i'd be pissing myself and hoping to run away fast but it totally makes sense to me, like buff maxx got inside his head real fast, because who better to manipulate someone into submission than your own self who knows your psyche inside and out???? i like how subtle that is, but still so understandable like i totally GET it. and when he called him pathetic.... hhhh that hits so different in this scenario ajlkfhgjhkshfj
im glad you didn't end it with the one scene because maxx being trapped in the mirror now and existing as pretty much a doll for his master and nothing else is sooooooooo 😍😍 THE IMAGERY OF HIM BEING BOUND AND NAKED, being photographed... AND I LOVED THE TINY LITTLE MENTION OF BEING A URINAL we love a little piss slid into these kind of stories......
and that was such a great place to end it!!! im so curious about how the tour actually goes... that makes me lowkey want a sequel to see how the band reacts, and maybe an encounter with someone (dominant-leaning i'd assume) who has slept w maxx before and suddenly they run into each other and MAXX IS BIG MAXX IS HERE FOR BLOOD and the guy (idk who it is) undergoes subification... maybe green maxx in the mirror hears about it later and gets super jealous and insecure... SORRRY IM MAKING HEADCANONS FOR YOUR FIC IM JUST REALLY INTO THIS CONCEPT
thank u for this gift, stuie fic is exactly what i needed today 🩷🩷 (well every day tbh but ykwim)
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Date: 2025-01-15 07:00 pm (UTC)Ahhh I’m so glad! I figured I should include the exact pics for anyone to reference. Buff!Maxx really is so hot, I just see him as being so commanding and dom and just👀 which is a total contrast to how I’ve always seen Maxx. (In fact clips of him his buff self definitely feels more different) but I’m glad you like them so much! 👀 they are a perfect ship
HONESTLY! I’m so glad you think so cause I agree it’s such a banger line. Exactly! I also feel he was too tired from tour to run and thought it was in his head so figured it was easier to obey. But I’m so glad you liked him calling him pathetic and treating him like that was so….👀
It was just meant to be the one scene, maybe with the implication of more (I did think of him being trapped in the mirror too) but when I got to the end point I thought ‘maybe I should consider more’ and just went with it. Yeah I love the thought of him being a doll (and I love you used that term) the image of him having all that done to him is so hot and I just love it so much. And of course!
Oh thank you! It did feel like a good place to end! I don’t really have a specific thought on how the tour goes, though damn I really love that idea (I suspect I’ll do it with regular buff Maxx at some point but now I’m tempted to do something with this Maxx too)👀 and that’s ok! I love the thought it’s a really good one!
I did consider having Maxx mention getting Cody replaced (cause I saw a pic of current Cody and he has a totally different vibe to Elsewhere Cody) but I ended up not including it👀
Awww thank you! I’m so glad and I love a long chai comment too they’re the best! Hopefully I’m able to finish more things soon (I’m close with at least two other things so👀)