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January 2nd, 2006
11:58 pm - Tour Bus Task - Trent Reznor / Kevin Spacey
[Takes place as a result of this task. Warning: Minor blood play]
[Cross posted to ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) k_spacey's journal]
Trent had propped his cell phone on the pillow before he started. Now, knowing he was getting close he reached up and blindly fumbled with the keypad until he found and hit the send button. One hand moved desperately along his cock while the other returned to scratching a bloody furrow on his chest ... all the while listening for the voice on the other end of the phone.
Spacey raced from his small back garden where Mini had been busy sniffing the stale scent of a neighbourhood Tom. He was a little breathless as he picked up the receiver. He had been a bit slack with his running of late. This was evidence he needed to get back on track, "Hello," he gasped.
Hello ... a simple word, but it was all Trent needed. His balls tightened and with a sharp cry he came hard in his hand. The rumble of the bus gradually became louder than the blood in his ears and he relaxed back into the pillow still breathing heavily ignoring Jeordie in the bunk above telling him to 'shut up and keep it to himself'.
Spacey heard a cry followed by heavy breathing. I must be entering final pervert stage because that sounded just like...someone coming really hard. He paused and the realisation spread through him, "Trent?" He asked tentatively.
Trent wiped his hand carelessly on his belly and turned onto his side putting his back to the other inhabitants of the tour bus. He pulled the cell closer and said quietly, "I completed your task."
“I just heard!" A wide grin spread over Spacey, "So what did you think when your hand was on yourself?" Spacey was in his voyeuristic element.
Trent closed his eyes, easier that way, and spoke hesitantly at first ... "I was naked in a gyroscope, like the one in the 'Sin' video. My hands and ankles were tied tight so I wouldn’t slip. It was spinning me around, upside down, every angle and direction with no chance to get used to the rhythm. Each time it slowed you hit the outer ring and sent it twirling again ... my head was spinning and I couldn't focus on anything. Then, you grabbed it and it stopped."
Spacey knew the 'Sin' video well. He had ordered a compilation DVD on ebay, and he had watched 'Sin' over and over. It featured a younger Trent and Spacey had often wished he had could go back in time to play with that body, "So what did I do when it stopped?" He wanted to hear more.
"You moved the wheel very slowly until I was upright. You smiled at me knowing that I had no control over the scene ... you had it all. Your hand slid up my thigh, but you removed it before it touched my cock. I wanted you to touch me ... instead you stood back and walked around the gyroscope to where I couldn't see you. Every nerve in my body was straining to sense you, but you left me there alone and hanging."
You smiled at me knowing that I had no control over the scene ... you had it all. Spacey longed to take his cock in his hand and make himself come, but he would save that for later. Savour words like those. Instead he said, "I wouldn't leave you there alone though. You know that."
Trent nodded even though Spacey couldn't see and said, "I know. I heard your footsteps behind me and the cold sound of metal. I tried to move, but it only made the wheels start to spin ... you moved in front of me and pulled me around. Then I felt it ... metal on my skin. A cold hard trail across my chest. I tried to look down, but you growled at me to stay still."
A frown spread across Spacey's face. Up until now he had been getting off on this fantasy. But Trent had careered into an area Spacey had no experience in. He tried to cover, "I was in control. Giving you pain," He gave as a generic reply.
"Not yet," Trent whispered, "You let me feel the edge of the blade without cutting ... I couldn't breathe ... I wanted it so badly. I wanted to push against the blade, but I knew not to move." Trent's fingers rubbed gently over the self-inflicted wound on his chest, it helped that it still hurt. "Then you pressed and I could feel my skin split for you."
I could feel my skin split for you Spacey couldn't relate to cutting, but he could relate to Trent giving himself over to him. It would take him a while to think over this, but at the moment the concept that Trent would seek such intense and marked pain from him had Spacey hard. He remembered the broken skin he had left when he had fucked Trent in Mercer. He had bitten his lips and his belly and his hips and left open wounds. He tried to reason that this was a similar thing.
Even though Spacey said nothing, Trent could hear him breathing and that was enough to keep him talking. "My blood was hot when it trailed down my chest. You added a second cut, this one a little deeper. I watched your face as you touched me and then looked at your bloodied fingers. When you smiled I knew I'd been good and deserved the copper taste as your fingers passed over my lips. I was close by then ... You stepped back and spun the gyroscope again and I came."
Spacey was speechless. He never felt uncomfortable or inexperienced when it came to Domming but he was out of his depth here.
"Then I told you you were a good boy for me. I untied you from the gyroscope, cleaned you and held you and whispered 'good boy' over and over."
Trent listened to Spacey's words and pulled the cover a little tighter over his shoulder. With tonight's show and the intensity of the task, he felt exhausted and murmured quietly, "Thank you Sir ... so tired now."
"You did well Trent. You can sleep now."
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Trent on the gyroscope in the 'Sin' video
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