And I'll lick your little dick motherfucker!

It's all in the family!

It was a rough day after the final show of the tour. Everybody was tired and sweaty, but at least it was over. So, obviously, the band were hosting a party.

The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, weed, and other narcotics filled the air. Jonathan was drunk as living hell, half sitting, half laying on the couch in the middle of the living room. David was talking with some chick, trying to pull her, Fieldy was god knows where, Munky was throwing up in the bathroom and Head was having sex with some girl god knows where. The room was filled with unknown faces Jonathan didn't recognize, or maybe he did see a couple of girls he knew from different parties, but he was way too drunk and high to tell.

Until he saw one face he immediately recognized. Fred Durst. God, that fucker made his blood boil with rage and fury. He hated him. What the fuck was he doing here? Who invited him? Jonathan stood up, nearly falling, but saving himself. He drunkenly walked up to Fred and spoke,

"What're YOU doing here, fuckface? Looking for a beating?"

As soon as Jonathan got close to Fred, he could immediately smell the alcohol and weed the guy had used. How long had he been here, Jesus Christ? How long had he been feeding off of Korn's precious resources?

"Hey asshat. I got invited here. Fuck you want from me? Go back to passing out on the couch." Fred snarkily replied. It was obvious he didn't want anything to do with Jonathan. But Jon wasn't having it.

"No. I ain't going anywhere. You need to leave before I fucking bash your head in."

"You tryna fight, gaybo?"

"Fuck yes I am!" Jonathan shouted at Fred, slapping Fred and spilling the drink that Fred had in his hand all over the both of them. Fred got insanely red out of anger. He was fuckin' pissed.

Fred grabbed Jonathan by the neck and started choking him. This action caused Jonathan to let out a moan, inciting Fred to push Jonathan against a wall.

"I bet you like that, don't you, you fuckin' fag?" Fred whispered in Jonathans ear.

"And, so what?" Jonathan grabbed Fred's neck and started choking him in retaliation, but he was weak compared to Fred, considering his airways had been blocked for a longer time.

Jonathan was noticeably blushing, as was Fred. Luckily, a free bedroom was next to the wall that Jonathan was pushed against. Using whatever power Jon had left, he pushed Fred away, grabbed Fred's arm, opened the door to the bedroom, and threw Fred inside.

Fred fell against the bed, which was in the middle of the bedroom. He quickly got back up, but as soon as he did, Jonathan was at his throat again. This time, Fred was the one to let out a soft moan. And, of course, Jonathan heard it.

"Who's the fucking faggot now, Fred?" He retaliated, repeating what Fred had called him earlier. Jonathan's blood was boiling with anger and hatred. But he can't say he didn't enjoy this. Maybe even too much. He was fucking hard as hell. Of course Fred had to notice this.

"Enjoying this, aren't you, Jonny boy?" Fred commented on Jonathan's insanely noticeable boner. Fred grabbed the hands Jonathan was choking him with and using whatever power he had pushed Jonathan onto the bed right behind them and got on top of him.

Fred couldn't lie, this shit got him hard as hell too. Especially considering he was on top of Jonathan Davis. As much as he despised him, he can't lie, he wanted to fuck him so bad. Jonathan just looked so fucking submissive. He couldn't take it any longer. He put his hand around Jonathans throat, but this time, Jonathan didn't try to break free, he just embraced it.

Then Fred leaned down and started making out with Jon. Jonathan didn't mind, and embraced the kiss. Jonathan put his hands around Fred's head, throwing his red cap off, then digging his nails with black, chipped nail polish on them into the back of Fred's head. Fred took the hand from Jonathan's throat off and put it under Jon's shirt, and started playing with his nipples.

Jonathan moaned. He wasn't even trying to hide it at this point. He, too, wanted to fuck Fred. He hated every part of him, but god, he wanted him so bad. Jon took one hand off of Fred's head and sliding it under Fred's shorts and underwear, used it to stroke the other guy's cock. Both of them pulled away from the kiss to catch a breath.

"Fuck you," Jonathan whimpered into Fred's ear.

"Fuck you too." Fred replied back.

Fred stopped playing with Jonathans nipples to pull down his own shorts and underwear. His cock immediately sprung up. He was hard as fucking hell. He got on his knees, still in the bed. He pulled Jonathan up by his dreads, causing Jon to let out a loud moan.

"God, what are you, a fucking whore? Jesus Christ." Fred said, while Jonathan got in a comfortable position for cock sucking. He knew what Fred wanted him to do. And God, he was gonna make sure Fred had the best fucking blowjob of his life.

He took his hands and started stroking as fast as he could, using the precum from Fred's dick as a sort of lube. He fluttered his tongue on Fred's tip, sending Fred over the edge. Fred put his hands on the back of Jonathan's head and shoved his cock into the other guys' mouth. This caused Jonathan to gag a little, but he didn't complain, and just started deepthroating Fred's cock to the best of his abilities.

Jon used his hands to play with Fred's balls in the meanwhile. Fred was panting heavily at this point. God, no woman could ever satisfy him as much as fucking Jonathan Davis had. The man he wanted to kill with his own hands was giving him the best head he had ever received. But, God, he couldn't lie, that just made it even better.

Fred grabbed Jonathan's dreads and pulled his head back, cumming all over his face. Jonathan swallowed whatever had landed in his mouth.

"God, you little fucking slut," Fred muttered out. Jonathan smiled at this. Fred, once again, pushed Jonathan onto the bed, this time, pulling down Jonathans pants. He used whatever cum was still on his dick as a lube and started teasing Jon's tight little asshole. Jonathan lightly gripped onto the bedsheets with one hand, covering his mouth with the other.

Fred slightly pushed his dick into the man's asshole. God, that was the best fucking feeling in the world. What? How the fuck was it so tight?

Jonathan moaned out loud, his attempts at muffling the sound failing miserably. He tried to remind himself how fucking much he hated Fred durst, and how he wanted him to die, and he really did, but God, the fucking pleasure was too much. He'd never felt this way about a woman before, much less a man.

"G-God, I fucking despise you," Jonathan moaned out to the best of his abilities, while Fred just started slamming in and out of his asshole harder and harder, his cock practically suffocating due to how tight Jon's ass was. He was holding onto Jonathan's thighs hard that it definitely left bruises there, but the pain made Jonathan even harder.

Jonathan took the hand that was previously gripping the bedsheets and started slowly stroking his own cock with it. Fred quickly took one hand off of Jonathan's thighs and used it to first slap Jon's hand off of his dick, and then to slap Jonathan in the face as hard as he could.

"I didn't let you touch yourself now, did I? Fucking cunt, stop toying with yourself." Fred angrily told Jonathan in between thrusts. The slap caused Jonathan to moan even fucking louder.

"I-I'm... gonna... fucking c-cum," Jonathan whimpered out. Fred took one of the hands off of Jon's hips again and started choking him again, as well as leaned down and started making out with him at the same time. Each hip thrust was deeper and deeper. Fred was grunting. Jonathan was whimpering and moaning.

Suddenly, white, sticky liquid shot out of Jonathan's hard, throbbing cock. At the same time, Fred came inside of Jonathan as well, filling him up and making him feel all warm inside. This caused both of them to moan out loud. A few seconds later, Fred finally pulled out of Jonathan's tight asshole and cum came spilling out.

The air was hot and steamy. Their breathing was heavy. They both just stared at each other. They didn't know what to say. Fred finally got up from the bed and buckled his shorts up.

"Let's never speak of this again, fuckface." He said to Jonathan, leaving afterwards and closing the door to the bedroom.

Jonathan just stayed laying there for a couple of minutes afterwards.

"Yeah. Let's never speak of this again."