Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Runaway

           Axl gave out quiet groans as Daniel pressed him into the door. Axl writhed in discomfort, "Stop it..." he muttered. Daniel shook his head, "Nnno," he replied roughly and Axl watched as he clumsily pulled out a pocket knife from, well, his pocket, and held the blade to Axl's throat, "Shhh," he muttered as Axl's eyes widened and he went quiet, holding still. Axl swallowed the panic rising in his stomach. Daniel smiled, "Now sweetheart, whose your daddy?" 

Eck, Axl almost rolled his eyes out loud. 

Daddy kink? This guy? What a fucking dickhead. However, he also has a knife to my throat so... 

Axl whined, "You are, daddy...!" 

Aghhhhh I'm gonna take that knife and kill myself.

Daniel nodded, "Good, red," he put the knife away, continuing to kiss down the side of his face to his neck. Axl squirmed and hissed under his breath in pain as he bit onto his skin and sucked on it to leave a mark.

Axl never, ever wanted anybody to mark him. They were like a mark of ownership, and Axl didn't belong to anybody, but this guy thought he was just his to claim. Like he was laying himself out in the open just for his to take.

Axl always appreciated Slash for how compassionate and gentle he was, how he understood how stubborn and prideful he was, and he was careful not to upset him,  Slash would never hurt him. 

But Daniel wasn't any of that. And he had no interest in ever taking time to try and be that with him.

Daniel opened the door and picked up Axl by the knees and dropped him, rather harshly, onto the bed. Axl tried to wriggle away but Daniel quickly crawled over him with Axl's legs on either side of him. He then pinned him onto his back by his shoulders and started taking off Axl's shirt and leather pants before starting to remove his own clothes. Axl whined painfully, trying to snake his way out, but it was hopeless.

Axl glanced at the nightstand to his left as Daniel continued to work with Axl's shorts, there was only a bottle of half-drunk Jim Beam on it and a pair of handcuffs. Fuck, this guy's gonna tie me up. 

Damn this guy is fucking kinky as hell. Daddy and the cuffs? I mean, I'm kinda kinky and all that and the idea of Slash tying me up is literally giving me goosebumps. Or if he called me kitten or his little bitch. I actually really like all of those. I mean, if he even said for me to call him Daddy I might be a little confused but even still, with Slash, not gonna lie that's kinda hot. Slash would never though. I think he's kinda kinky but he doesn't have the balls to say for me to call him Daddy. Well, he might have the balls but he wouldn't want to make me uncomfortable or hurt me, that's why he's probably a bottom. Even still though, Slash being top and being all kinky? That's hot. But this jackass? Ew ew ew ew ew. Icky icky icky icky. That's fucking nasty. Has anybody seen a six foot long rope with this weird thing on the end of it called a noose? 

I kinda need it right now. 

No?  Nobody in the crowd's got a spare noose on hand? 

Well. 

That's a shame. 

Axl tried to kick Daniel off him but it was useless. Daniel had stripped down to his underwear and took Axl's wrists and pinned them to the sides of his head.

Axl hissed, Daniel expected him to submit. Daniel expected Axl to give himself to him. Daniel wanted to completely dominate him like Axl was just a little play thing that belonged to him. Axl liked the idea of Slash being a little dominant, it excited him, but this wasn't the same. This was forceful.

Axl forced himself to give out a pleasurable moan as Daniel ran his hands up his ass. Daniel breathed, "Good boy."

Axl let out forced little whimpers of desire. He groaned, "Oh please, just give it to me daddy." Daniel grunted, working his mouth down Axl's chest.