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Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

As he grew more and more impatient, Albany started to tug at Luke's clothes along with his hair as the younger man's groans flooded his ears and head, setting off a spark within him. Albany was growing more and more fond of administering pain during their romantic events, especially when they turned hot and heavy. Pulling his head back, breaking the kiss almost regretfully, his earthy eyes were darkened with lust as he gazed at his lover with adoration and need. Leaning closer, he laid kisses and nips along his jaw and underside as he murmured. Decisions, decisions...Are you going to be a brat and make me move us to the bedroom or are you going to live a little and have us go on the couch? He purred softly but there was a low growl. Afraid I don't have any lube out here. But I'd love to watch you suck me off first... He growled in Luke's ear, one hand slipping down the smaller man's frame as his powerful hand gripped the rockstar's ass.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

The kisses and nips along his jaw and neck made him gasp, drawing little whimpers from him as hot lips and teeth dance across sensitive skin. He let his head lean back, offering more of the sensitive skin to Albany's mouth, the feeling of his stubble grazing across his flesh made him want nothing more than for his mouth to stay there forever. At times he wondered if he could cum from this alone. He looked around the room to make sure all of the curtains were drawn. Even with the wall and the security guards, he was always nervous. Thankfully, the windows were all covered, so he told himself it would be alright. It would be a sincerely bad idea to bring up moving to the bedroom due to fear of the paparazzi right now, and even though Luke didn't always think things through, he wasn't foolish enough to ruin the mood. The rough hand on his ass, fingers biting into flesh, made him give a loud groan that was followed by a little whine, his hips shifting against the drummer's powerful grip. You can take me right here... He didn't even really care if they used lube or not, he was too hot and desperate right now for that to matter, though he knew it would hurt like hell if they didn't at least use spit.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

The lust and adoration was torn from Albany's gaze and replaced with an overwhelming possessiveness and power over his lover. Grabbing Luke's face in his powerful, vice grip he forced the singer to stare back at him. Albany's lips curled as he flashed a sneering grin, showing how angry he was with his lover. Eyes on me, love. He ordered, a hiss through his teeth. The one thing that was consistent with Albany's behavior when they had their first time. He was not going to have this moment ruined by Luke's fear. You know how I adore your full attention... He reminded him, always wanting his lover's eyes on him when they were alone together, as Albany craved for it so dearly. Slowly, the older man removed his hand from Luke's hair as he unbuttoned his own shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders before moving onto Luke's own clothes. His other hand moved from his lover's ass, up his back, down his shoulder, and grabbed his hand, pressing Luke's slender fingers upon the growing tightness in Albany's jeans. Get me ready, you know how I like it. He purred dominance, his voice turning silky smooth once more with a slight growl hidden beneath. I'm going to fuck you from below, sweet boy. Watch you wither above me. He growled against him, tossing Luke's shirt to who knows where across the living room.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

The rough grip on his face made him whimper, fingers digging into soft skin almost hard enough to leave bruises. He gasped softly for air as Albany held him like that, making him look into his eyes. The way he dominated him never failed to leave him breathless and hard. His own pants, which were already too tight, were now incredibly uncomfortable. He helped Albany get his shirt off, not caring where it ended up, his hand now forced to feel his lover's growing bulge. The flesh beneath his pants was growing hard and it made his breath catch in his throat. The tight grip on him finally released, the dominant man giving him an order that he knew he'd better follow. He climbed off of his lap and undid his pants then shoved them down around his ankles along with his underwear. He stepped out of them and his shoes, leaving him in just his black socks. He immediately sank down on his knees in the floor in front of the couch, positioning himself between Albany's spread thighs. He reached out to run his fingers over the outline of his thick cock, captured beneath the cloth of his pants. He let just the tips linger over him for a moment before he undid his pants and slipped one slender hand inside, pushing the garments down with the other until his semi-hard shaft was free. His size always made him shiver when he laid eyes on it. He leaned forward, letting hot little breaths wash over the sensitive shaft before he slowly pressed his lips against the head, then sucked it into his mouth, running his hot tongue over it, both hands wrapping around the fat cock and squeezing him as he drew him further into that sinful mouth.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Albany moved to sit with his legs spread as he leaned back to watch the younger man. Albany twisted his fingers within Luke's black locks, petting them back as if rewarding the thinner man for his obedience. Albany could be a sweet and tender lover but it would last two seconds the moment Luke started to slip however for now he was doing just as instructed. Groaning as his hands joined in with the fun, his cock throbbed and pulsed needily within his grasp as Albany's brown eyes rolled back in pleasure. That's enough... He breathed, his hips having rocked back and forth getting ready to burst. Grabbing Luke's hair as he pulled his succulent mouth from his cock making a pop noise ring across the room. Pulling his head back he burried Luke's face against the base of his massive cock as he let out a breath, edging from the need of release as he opened his eyes looking down at him. On the table. He ordered, moving swiftly to clear it not caring what fell off from it.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Luke whined a little as Albany used his hair to control his head. He was so rough about it, his scalp was always sore these days it seemed. The lingering soreness made it worse every time he would yank him around by his hair and he always used it like a convenient leash to make the slender male respond more quickly to his commands. His head was yanked back, the thick cock escaping from his lips, then shoved back down, his face buried in Albany's pubic hair as the bigger man caught his breath. Then he let go of him, giving him another order. For a moment, Luke found himself missing the days when their sex had been more gentle, when he would cuddle and pet him as foreplay, but that hadn't happened in months. He had learned to obey, and failing to follow orders resulted in swift punishment. Trembling, he got to his feet and pushed a few lingering magazines into the floor. Then he leaned over the coffee table, resting his chest against it and putting his ass in the air, gasping softly to catch his breath.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Albany gave him a swift smack on the ass, not meant to hurt this time but just to hear another whimper that the larger man oh so craved for. His palm rubbed around the red mark to calm the stinging as he got on his knees behind him. Albany still could be sweet, but his frustrations had excelled significantly over the past few months making it...Harder...For the older man to express his deep feelings of compassion with his lover. However still he kissed up Luke's spine, down and on the bruises upon the smaller man's hips that were left from previous nights. All the while the tip of his cock pressed against Luke's entrance, prodding him before slowly pushing in his full length, the larger man letting out a low moan as a shiver coursed through his body. The pleasurable tightness surrounding his massive cock caused his fingers to curl, dragging his nails down Luke's sides before placing themselves on his hips as he began to move in and out at a slow pulsing rhythm to allow his lover to adjust.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

The smack made him jump and let out a pained whimper, his pale cheek left with a glowing hand print that stung just enough to put him on edge. Albany rubbed the mark he had created, making him whine softly and shift his hips uncomfortably against the table. The tender kisses that were pressed up and down his spine made him shiver and sigh, beginning to pant softly and press himself more flush against the table, his hips perking up some to give the drummer better access to his body. He could feel the tip of his lover's thick cock brushing against his sensitive pucker, and the sensation made him moan, pushing his hips back and bracing himself, preparing to be taken. His saliva was the only lube he would get, so the going was rough at first, his tight opening offering some strong resistance as Albany began to force him to take his fat cock. He let out a pained groan as his defenses were broken, the head popping in followed by every single inch of the drummer's massive shaft. It made him grip the tables so tight that his knuckles went white, the little singer letting out an agonized scream that was followed by a deep, more pleasured moan, the nails dragging down his sides making him hiss in pain. Then Albany immediately settled into a slow rhythm, that he knew would get faster and harder sooner than he was ready. Groaning and panting, he tried hard just to make his muscles relax as his body was stretched tight around the thick invasion.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Albany hushed him softly, rubbing his back and sides as he kissed his neck and shoulders allowing Luke to adjust to his size knowing the lack of much lubricant would be agonizing for him. Sh sweet boy... He murmured against the skin of his lover's back until Luke was able to at least take him in a somewhat pleasurable manner. As he began to thrust within his tight pucker, Albany moaned for Luke to relax more around his massive shaft as he rocked back and forth. Soon the thrusts became more powerful by the minute as the sound of skin on skin rang through the living room, Albany's balls slapping erotically against Luke's ass as the drummer's breathing turned heavier and almost animalistic.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Luke's moans only grew louder, the hot kisses on his neck and shoulders making him want more. He didn't care that it hurt, the pain was just part of it, and every motion of his lover's powerful hips was driving him crazy, the way his fat cock stretched him open and ground hard against his prostate with each thrust was making him desperate for a little friction against his own cock which was trapped beneath him, pinched roughly against the coffee table by his own weight. As the drummer's thrusts got harder and more urgent, he couldn't keep himself under control anymore, his voice lost to short gasps followed by deep moans or little screams. He slipped one hand beneath his belly and grabbed hold of his hard and needy cock, stroking himself hard in time with Albany's thrusts. Ah... ah... fuck!
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

There was a low, raspy chuckle echoed from the drummer, deep within his throat from every scream and cry of both pain and pleasure. Albany didn't know what came over him these past few months, just enjoying and relishing in the sounds Luke made for him that he would never make for anyone else. Jealousy had to do with it he was sure, that and the stress had brought out a beast deep within him. Turning his head to the side he purred, watching the smaller man beneath him stroke himself into a frenzy of pleasure as Albany then leaned his head down still thrusting rapidly as he whispered a promise at his dearest Luke. Just remember every time a girl screams a confession of her love to you...Every step you take on that stage or on an interview you will be thinking about what I've done to you.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

The thrusts grew harder still, the steady rhythm of the drummer's thighs slamming into his ass making him buck and tremble, his whole body was quivering now from exertion, a sheen of sweat covering every inch of his skin, black bangs plastered to his forehead as his pink lips never closed, deep gasps followed by endless sounds of agony and pleasure, sounds that made it seem almost as if he were being murdered. He'd never been good at controlling his volume and if anything happened in a remotely public place, his lover would usually have to choke or gag him to keep him quiet. The bigger man's words made him shiver, knowing every syllable was the truth. He already did think about him, all the time, every minute of every day. He'd even written a song on this album just about him, though he hadn't told him that, nor had he recorded the vocals yet. No matter where he was or what he was doing, the occasional flash of being beneath Albany would interrupt his thoughts, often leaving him sweating and breathless. It was especially awkward when it interrupted his interviews or made him make love to the microphone on stage, but he couldn't help it, he was just too caught up in him. His hand worked urgently on his cock, the sharp thrusts keeping him going forward, every gasp sounding pained. He turned his head sideways so he could look back at Albany. Will you... hurt me, please? I... I need it... He'd gotten so used to the pain Albany inflicted on him now that he didn't think he could even cum without it.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Albany had daydreams constantly of what it would be like to screw around and try to go unnoticed in public with him but due to their...Arrangement...Those would only be far off dreams. The drummer didn't think his words would have too much of an affect on his lover, Albany was already thinking he was way more into the relationship than Luke was but deep down all the drummer was, was incredibly nervous about everything. None of that mattered now as he continued to rut up inside the singer, his thrusts long and powerful and every now and then grinding deep within him as his eyes rolled back as his grunts mingled with the screams and cries from Luke throughout the room. As Luke's plea hit his ears, a low growl was heard from on top of the singer as his hands clawed up his back and wrapped around his neck, Albany having gotten into a bit of breath control over the past few sessions they had. One hand grabbing his hair and slamming his head on the table to force him to stay still as the other wrapped around his neck. Meanwhile he grunted and rode the singer harder into the table, his cock swelling for release.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

The growl made the singer shiver, Albany usually made that sound when he was about to hurt him, and it made him both frightened and desperately aroused at the same time. Fingernails bit into the soft skin of his back, leaving red welts as the drummer raked his hands upwards, bringing a pained hiss from the slender male beneath him. Both hands wrapped around his throat, the larger man squeezing him hard enough to leave bruises and take his breath away. He held him that way for a moment before moving one hand to Luke's hair, roughly slamming his head down on the coffee table. The impact was hard enough to daze him and it made him scream, his face connecting hard with the polished wood, probably leaving visible injuries. Albany's hand on his throat tightenend again and cut off his cry forcing it into more of a strangled sob. The brutality of just that simple series of motions made his orgasm come suddenly without any warning. He jerked his cock hard, his chest hitching as he fought for air that the drummer wasn't letting him get. His shaft twitched in his hand, spilling his cum in thick jets across the table, his inner muscles clamping down tightly around the thick cock that was still pounding him mercilessly, his prostate growing firm and more sensitive. The sudden crushing pressure of his inner walls made Albany's remaining thrusts incredibly painful. Ah.... ah... ow... fuck!
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Unlike his smaller lover, Albany wasn't known to be very loud as his low grunts and growls continued to be heard around the room as Luke quieted down...Somewhat. Feeling Luke cum from beneath him it didn't take long for Albany to spill over the edge as his grip tightened but not too much to have him black out. Pounding in a frenzy, Albany let out a rare roar of pleasure as his seed spilled out and filled his lover's ass before the drummer slowly pulled out to catch his breath, his hands releasing Luke from his confines. Though rough and not too pleased with Luke's actions as of late, Albany still was one who enjoyed the aftercare process after sex. As his breathing still staggered, he slowly pulled Luke into his arms and nuzzled his slick black hair, bringing him to the bedroom and laid them both down.
Thread: The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Luke whimpered at those last few brutal thrusts, the thick cock pounding into his now painfully tight body, Albany's hot cum spilling inside of him and filling him up with his lover's heat. The tight grip around his throat kept him from screaming, the drummer's fingers biting into his soft flesh and leaving ugly bruises that he would have to cover up later if he was to leave the house. The drummer didn't release his throat until he'd had his fill of him, the grip lingering just until Luke was dizzy and on the verge of passing out. Albany had actually made him black out once or twice when he first started choking him, but the sadistic drummer had gotten the timing down to a science now, and always released Luke before the darkness could take him. He gasped for air, the dizziness slowly lifting as his breath came in ragged little pants, every breath released in a low, quivering moan. After they'd both caught their breath, Albany scooped him up and easily carried him into the bedroom, laying the slender singer on the bed where he just laid on his side, too exhausted to move, still panting softly, his black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat as he still moaned softly in pain, dark bruises forming on ivory skin from Albany's rough handling.
Thread: Tiger's Life (Bigvoodoodaddy)

Life had become a very complicated thing. Her dreams had become very complicated. Her psychiatrist was adamant that they were just dreams. But she woke up in such pain. Woke up screaming. Her whole body ached. She had been selected from a psych ward to take part in an exclusive case study. She couldn't pay for medication anymore, so she applied, and they took her on. They even gave her a doctor. Gave her money. Gave her whatever she wanted. All she had to do was take her medication. But the problem was, nothing was getting better. Her name was Beatrice MacFarlane. Everyone growing up in the grouphome called her Bea. She remained mostly to herself. They made up stories about her and usually left her alone. Which was fine with her. She didn't care. As she grew up, her introvertism, began to develop into self hate. She began to cut. Something happened though, she stopped after graduating. That is she wanted to stop. But, the problem was, she couldn't. The depression wouldn't stop growing. That was when this miracle program started. But the dreams wouldn't stop. She was locked in a cage screaming. She was strapped to a cold table being injected with needles. Her whole body felt sliced and diced and never put together again. Bea jerked awake and held her side where unbeknownst to her they had injected her full of a serum that was connecting her with another test subject mentally. Her head was swimming and her vision was shit. She groaned stumbling around the hospital room. She wasn't at her house that she was allowed ot buy because they needed to screen her for a few days because of the lucid dreaming. She got out of bed and collapsed on the floor as alarms went off. Several people rushed in and grabbed her lifting her up. She was dressed in a white gown. Her hair had been turning white, but she had not seen herself the last couple of days. She was usually a red head. She groaned. Leaning forward she emptied her guts onto the floor. One of the men cursed and gripped her as they continued to drag her down the hall muttering about stupid bitch.
Thread: Tiger's Life (Bigvoodoodaddy)

In the early Nineteen-eighties, the idea of bonding animal and human had come to the mind of Russian born Dr. Ivan Neirtoskovich and his close confidant German-born Adolf Geillar though through the years many complications had come up and delayed his project for nearly thirty years. Dr. Geillar had since passed but that only made Ivan work harder to make the shared dream between friends come true. Though now in Two-thousand and Eighteen the project was in its infancy. Not wanting to take it public yet the aging Dr. Neirtoskovich had created the Geillar-Neritoskovich study and the group began looking through psych wards looking for candidates to go through the study. Thirteen people had already experimented all to varying degree's of success the first two had gone crazy and hung themselves the others though showed potential but it never went anywhere. However, now they had a young woman who they had been experimenting on. A young woman named Beatrice MacFarlane and thus far she had shown great promise in the experiment seeing things, feeling things that they were doing to the other subject a young white Bengal Tiger who they had named Maximillian. Currently, Dr. Neirtoskovich walked along the men who were dragging her down the hallway into a medical examination room. Ivan had heard the young men referring to Beatrice as a bitch and he shook his head Gentlemen, gentlemen there is no reason to be talking to subject X-Zero-Four-Seven-Two like that she is the reason your paychecks are being paid he said honestly. Soon they reached the room and he watched as the men placed her on the table and strapped her down. Don't worry darling, i'll take great care of you Ivan could care less about this young woman she was nothing more to him than a means to an end of his dreams. However, the more he pretended to care the calmer she would be and the easier she would be to work with. Slowly, he injected her with a bright blue serum this would cause her body to release a pheromone that would cause Max to be driven crazy. He then grabbed another needle and injected her with another shot. This one would calm her down Alright boys it's time take the patient to her new room. The new room that was being given to her was a massive room that had it's own kitchen, bathroom, front room, bedroom though the surprise was that in the corner of the room was a large cage with Maximillian inside it. This way he could see if the experiments would work and create a bond between the two and be able to cause Bea to be able to shift forms and mate with the large tiger. Maximillian was a young tiger who had been raised in the laboratory since birth. He was a beautiful white Bengal tiger with shimmering green eyes and large fangs. Up until an hour ago, he had been allowed to live in his own small sanctuary within the confines of the lab. Though two men had came in and tranquilized him and when he woke up he was locked inside a large cage inside an apartment like room with no explination whatsoever.