When will I ever wake up?

"Hey Pete," Sisky looked up for a few moments then went back to working on his bass bit. Mike and William had a new song and they'd given him a part to try. It didn't feel quite right though and he was trying to figure out how to make it work. "This sound good?"

"Yeah," Pete nodded. "No, not that." He moved Sisky's hand slightly up the neck. "Try that."

Sisky tried it again with Pete's correction. "You're right. It's better."

"I'm Pete Wentz." A smirk.

"Thanks." Sisky went back to practicing until he felt a hand reach out and grab his bass. "Hey!"

"You know what else sounds good?" Pete set it back on its stand and turned off Sisky's amp.

"No what?" Sisky asked brightly, eyes wide and innocent. He put up a finger to play with his hair, which was long and curly again.

"You and me in my hotel room," Pete leaned down to nibble on his earlobe.

"No!" Sisky tried to back away. "I don't want to... P-pete, I'm underage. Please let me practice. Mike and William are gonna kill me."

"Nobody says no to me," Pete grabbed him roughly and pushed him down to the floor. "I could pull some strings and get your band dropped from the label. You want that?"

"N-no," Sisky stopped struggling and just laid there crying.

"Good boy," Pete patted him on the forehead and smiled down at him before reaching down to strip his clothes off and throw them in a corner.

Sisky closed his eyes, wincing from the pain when Pete thrust into him after a few minutes with no preparation, no lubrication. He stayed perfectly still as Pete slammed in. And Out. And in. And out. And in. He felt like he was being ripped apart.

Pete was biting him, marking him up, claiming him for his own. "So fucking good..." Sisky didn't feel like bringing up the fact that he had been a virgin and maybe Pete should be a little more gentle.

Pete pulled out before he came because he wanted to spill his seed over Sisky. He wanted the sticky substance spread over Sisky's chest and stomach. It was hard moving fast enough but he did it. He wiped the blood and semen off of his cock with Sisky's shirt before pulling up his pants and zipping them. "Don't forget I own your asses now," Pete spat before leaving the room.

Sisky shook with fresh sobs. He wasn't going to forget anytime soon.