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The Outlaw And His Whore
Motley Crue slash fic by The_Elder


Disclaimer: It doesn't need to be said, but we all know these stories are written for fun, and no one makes money off it, and I'm no different

Notes:
Written as a gift for Gayana, as part of 2016's A Very Kinky Rockfic Ficmas Fest. The prompt was 'Nikki Sixx,Tommy Lee (Motley Crue): Dark/dominant.'
He rode into town on a Saturday, atop a horse blacker than his soul. The man had a wide-brimmed hat sitting lightly on his mounds of poofy black hair. Everyone knew this man’s name, but they never dared speak it out loud. He was a legend of these parts. Fastest gun in his hand and largest gun in his pants. He fed his horse the hearts of the men he killed, turning it into a mount from hell. When the man rode into town, everyone dropped what they were doing and took off their hats in respect. The man demanded respect. He craved the respect; it fueled him with the libido of hundreds. This man hadn't come to their town by mistake, he had come for a reason, and the people of the town knew the reason.


He had come for Nikki. They all came for Nikki, and word must have gotten out that Nikki had set up shop in this town, because strangers only came to sell gold, and to buy Nikki. The man rode slowly through town, as opposed to pushing his horse to the limits as he had the whole way from wherever he had come from. He stopped in front of the local whore house. If Nikki wasn't there, someone who knew where Nikki was would be.


The man jumped off his horse and tied it up to the poll outside. He walked into the house and the entire room fell silent. As he walked past the patrons sitting at the tables, he heard his name whispered. “Is that Tommy Lee?” “Tommy Lee?” “Why's Tommy Lee here?”


He sat at the bar and the bartender hurried over nervously.


“Mr. Lee, it's a pleasure to see you here. What brings you?” He asked. Tommy glared at him.


“You know what brings me, blondie. I'm here for Nikki.” He said, quietly. The bartender bit his lip and scratched at the long blond hair under his bowler hat.


“Nikki’s a little… occupied at the moment. But they’ve been at it for a while, so I think they'll be down soon.” Tommy grabbed the bartender’s collar and pulled him in close.


“Listen, mr… What's your name?” He growled.


“Vince.” The bartender squeaked.


“Vince, I've come a long way to see Nikki. I'm sore and I'm tired. I'm also in a hellish mood, so it would be in the interest of everyone that I see Nikki now.” Vince nodded and scurried up the stairs towards the bedrooms. Tommy reached over the bar and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.


He was excited to finally meet Nikki, but he knew he had to seem cold and distant to keep the respect, so a healthy amount of alcohol in his bloodstream would do him a world of good. He heard Vince pounding on a door above him and smirked. The respect was going to get him want he wanted. Or was it fear? Same thing until someone stood up to him, but then he’d shoot them.


“Nik, you’ve got another call.” He heard Vince say. Quiet muttering. “I'll pay you back. Tommy fucking Lee is waiting downstairs for you.”


A door opened and two disheveled people made their way downstairs, as well as one very nervous bartender. Vince got behind the bar and Nikki sat beside Tommy. The third man, who seemed to be pissing himself with fear as he fastened all his clothes and ran outside.


Tommy took another swig from the bottle and spun to face Nikki, and he struggled to keep a straight face when he saw him. Just-fucked was a good look on Nikki. His long, spiky black hair was sticking out at all these odd angles. Nikki wasn't quite scrawny, but he was svelte. He must have some sort of stamina to have as big a name as he did, so he must use it to his advantage. Nikki’s lips were red and swollen from the last man. Tommy didn’t mind. He knew he might have to interrupt something. Besides, now Nikki was all warmed up. Nikki’s shirt bared his creamy white shoulders and neck. Unbitten. Tommy smirked to himself. They were so much sweeter when he was the one to take the first taste.


“I’ve heard you’ve been looking for me.” Nikki said softly, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger. Tommy let his eyes trail down Nikki’s body, drinking in all the curves and angles that would soon be his to experience, pausing around his crotch. The tight whore clothes he was wearing left little to Tommy’s imagination, but he would have it no other way. Tommy reached over and took a strand of Nikki’s hair between his fingers and stroked it. Nikki’s breath hitched in his throat and Tommy smiled.


“You heard right. I’ve heard your name floating around for months. They say you’re the best lay for miles. Finally got the chance to come down and see for myself.” Nikki bit his full lips slightly, which only pleased Tommy more. He wanted to bite those lips; taste the swollen flesh between his teeth.


“I think you might be overestimating me. People say a lot of things.” He said, avoiding Tommy’s gaze. Tommy placed a hand under Nikki’s chin and pulled it around to meet his eyes.


“You seem nervous, darling. I thought you did this every day.” He purred. Nikki nodded.


“Most days. And I’m not nervous; I’m just worried I won’t be what you traveled so far to get.” Tommy stood up and went around Nikki, standing right behind him. Tommy gingerly placed a kiss to the top of Nikki’s head.


“Well, we’ll never find out if we don’t try. I’ll tell you something, Nikki; my favourite type of fucks are the ones where they’re helpless. When I come up in five minutes, I want to see you naked, and get someone to tie you to that bed like the helpless little slut you are. Do you understand me?” Tommy whispered. Nikki nodded curtly and hurried up the rickety stairs to room number 1; his room. Tommy watched Nikki’s ass as he ran. Firm and round. What a cute little ass.


Tommy slid back to his spot in front of his bottle and took another drink. He couldn’t be too drunk, or else he’d have no memory of Nikki, not to mention the headache in the morning. After what he deemed to be five minutes, Tommy stood up from his spot, pulled out two dollars from his coat and laid it on the bar as payment for the whiskey. He didn’t know the price, nor did he care, but two dollars seemed fair to him; and everyone knew that you don’t question Tommy Lee if you don’t have a coffin picked out.


Tommy started climbing up the stairs towards Nikki, unsure of what exactly he was going to find, but excited all the same, judging by the uncomfortable tightness growing in his pants. Tommy Lee was more than excited; he was nearly frolicking in anticipation. Along with his name and the rumours, facts travelled along with the tales of Nikki. “You think his lips are good for kissing, but once you feel them around your cock, you’ll never feel anything like it again.” Tommy had seen those lips, and he was nearly getting off on the thought of them around his dick. He opened the door to room 1 and was greeted by the welcoming sight of Nikki waiting like a lamb for slaughter.


“You truly are a good little whore. Everything I requested, you delivered.” Tommy purred, running a calloused finger up Nikki’s leg. Nikki was obviously trying not to squirm. He had been through every kink and fantasy known to man, and knew what to expect, but something about Tommy set him on edge. Nikki had heard stories of what Tommy had done, of what he was capable of, and it terrified him. Tommy wasn’t stupid. He knew of the effect he had on people. It always ruined his having a good time, so he liked to try and make his whores feel at ease.


He slowly removed his boots and climbed on the bed, straddling Nikki’s waist. “I assume you’ve heard of me before, my sweet?” He asked softly. Nikki nodded. “Then you know how I like to get my way. I’m a very greedy man, Nikki Sixx, and you’re a very famous whore. However, the good lord made me greedy in the opposite way; I prefer to indulge others, all while they’re tied up, of course. I yearn to see my sweets screaming my name because they want me inside of them so badly. Could you do that for me, Nikki? Could you get me off from you getting off?” Nikki shrugged.


“I’m not sure how you want me to do that.” He admitted, significantly less nervous. Tommy removed himself from Nikki’s lap and pulled off his belt.


“It’s very simple; I’m going to treat you like how they say Tommy Lee treats his fucks. The difference between pleasure and pain will be an abstract concept to you by the end of the night. But you, my sweet, are going to act like the impatient, foul-mouthed whore I know you can be. They say you play that role quite well.”


“How foul-mouthed?” Nikki asked, to get a little more information on his character.


“Every time you felt angry, bring it to mind right now. Take out every ounce of your frustration on me.” Tommy requested, smiling evilly.


“I can do that.” Nikki nodded.


“You can be my naughty little whore?” Tommy asked again.


“I said I could. Now shut up and touch my dick.” Nikki growled. Tommy was taken aback at his abruptness, but only momentarily.


“I’d say you’re in no position to give orders here. I’ll touch your dick when I feel good and ready.” Tommy paced around the bed slowly, taking in the wonderful dish in front of him before he sampled it. “I love the way that you look right now, all tied up and helpless, completely at my mercy.” Nikki’s eyes never left Tommy’s. He was entranced by the cold eyes staring at him, unyieldingly. The cold eyes staring deep into his soul. But he had asked for a foul-mouthed whore…


“I'll bet you do. I can't fight back that way. You just want a good, submissive whore. One that'll call you master, right? Tough shit. No man was my master before, and you won't be the first.” Tommy chuckled and pulled off one of his cowhide gloves, finger by finger. He smacked Nikki across the face.


“You're right. I want to be called master. When I am through with you, slut, you'll be begging to call me master.” Nikki laughed out loud.


“Is that your idea of domination? I’ve had harder slaps jacking off!” He cackled. Tommy picked up his neglected belt from the bed and smacked it across Nikki’s torso. SMACK! SMACK! The skin struck by the belt started turning a redder shade.


“You are a pestilent one, aren’t you?” Tommy breathed, leaning down so that he was a hair’s width away from Nikki’s face. Nikki bit his lip, feeling his dick hardening. It wasn’t known to many, but Nikki Sixx, the best whore in the west, loved being treated like a bitch. The shocks of leather against his skin excited him.


“Why don’t you hit me again, motherfucker, and you can see how pestilent I can be?” He taunted.


“You wish, bitch. You’re getting off on it. How about I just sit back in this chair and watch you squirm?” Tommy asked, replacing his belt and sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.


“You wouldn’t!” Nikki gasped. Tommy couldn’t stop now! Not when he was so goddamn rock hard! But Tommy could, and Tommy did. He sat back in his chair and rested his chin in his palms. “What, you’re just going to sit there, you pussy?” Nikki growled.


“Of course not. I’m far too greedy for that. Since you insist on being such a foul-mouthed little shit, I’m going to enjoy myself. If you behave, I might let you watch.” Tommy smirked.


Nikki’s eyes widened as Tommy slid a hand down into his pants. He could see the outline of a hand rub up and down the shaft. Slowly, very slowly. Tommy leaned his head back, causing his loosely put-on hat to fall off. His entrancing eyes fell shut and his lips parted slightly, allowing a shaky sigh to pass through. Nikki moaned, eager and impatient to touch himself, to see, anything! Tommy heard the moan and looked at him, smirking.


“Do you like watching me touch myself?” He growled. Nikki nodded.


“I like watching you very much.” A moment of silence, then, “could I watch… Master?” He added, begrudgingly. Tommy’s smirk shifted into a kind smile.


“I suppose you can, since you asked so nicely.” He stood up and undid the laces on the front of his pants, slowly pulling each strand out of the eyelet.


Nikki’s first thought when the fabric of Tommy’s pants was pooled around his ankles was that there was a good lord, and that he must have loved Tommy incredibly. He couldn’t take his eyes of the incredible sight. Nikki had seen every shape and size in the book, but after seeing the sheer immensity of what Tommy had to offer, he decided that he might have to get an updated book. He, Nikki Sixx, was intimidated.


Tommy sat back down in the chair and resumed the slow, but gaining speed, stroking. Quiet moans escaped his throat. As it went on, the stroking crescendoing into rocking into his palm, Nikki realised that he was panting. Squirming, as well; eager for Tommy to stop focusing on himself for a moment.


“Master, please, I’m begging you, touch me!” He nearly screamed. Tommy pursed his lips at Nikki and wagged his finger disapprovingly.


“Oh, my sweet little whore, that simply won’t do. No, it won’t do at all.” He said, his voice trailing off as he stood. Tommy crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Nikki’s. Wordlessly, he placed light kisses and tiny nibbles on the curves of Nikki’s body. His creamy skin was just as sweet as it looked. And it was his to claim. He traveled down his chest, to the flat stomach, down to the defined hip bones. And he stopped. Nikki grit his teeth. Tommy Lee may be a feared man across the land, one of the most dangerous, but he was also the biggest fucking tease Nikki had ever come across.


“You fucking bastard! Fucking touch me already! I’ve played your fucking game; you fucking owe me!” Tommy got to his knees and straddled Nikki’s torso. He was still for a moment, then slapped Nikki as hard as he could.


“I owe you shit. You’re getting a big mouth, whore. I think I need to shut you up.” He growled.


“How do you plan on doing that?” Nikki snarled.


“I’ll tell you how; open that shit-talking mouth of yours and suck my cock.” He grabbed Nikki’s head and plunged his rock-hard dick into his throat, causing Nikki to gag every time he thrust. Tommy was a little considerate, Nikki noticed. At least he didn’t shove all the way in. It probably would have cut off his airway if he had. The corners of Nikki’s eyes started to water, and Tommy relented a little.


“Aw, look at my poor little sweet. You can’t breathe, can you? Tough shit. You should have thought of that before you started talking back.” He cooed. Nikki panted frantically. “Fuck...you…” He breathed. Tommy reared back his hand and slapped Nikki again.


“That’s exactly what I plan to do.” He said, simply.


”Nope, sorry, uh, uh. I am not sitting around to watch that.” I said, standing from my seat. Tommy looked up at me frustratedly.


“C’mon, Vince…” He protested. I shook my head.


“There is not enough free coke in the world to make me sit around to narrate that.” I pointed. There was already not enough therapy in the world to get through what I had seen tonight. Tommy had promised me all the coke I wanted for the next month if I would narrate his life for an hour. What he failed to mention, however, was that he wanted me to paint him as a fucking wild west bad boy or some shit, as he fucked Nikki. He had a fucking script for it and everything. I left the room with intentions of continuing to walk until I was out of this crazy dream. As I left, I heard Nikki mutter softly to Tommy: “don’t worry, baby. What I plan on doing to you, we won’t want narrated anyway.” And the door closed behind me.



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Comment by Mrsmanson666 - 01/15/17 - 11:16PM
50 Shades of Tommy? Haha! Oooohhhh please let there be a part two! Oh gosh that was amazing. You are a very, very talented writer!
Comment by RebelAngel666 - 12/27/16 - 02:35AM
This was fucking epic, sugar! I think ya shoulda kept going instead of trying to weasel your way outta writing some smut, but hey, we can't all write porn on paper! LOL! To each their own, and I think I'm gonna go hit the whiskey myself now...I've fought the temptation for two days, and this just killed me! ~Rebel
Comment by Gayana - 12/25/16 - 02:03PM
Thank you for this present. I liked it very much, especially the ending. And now my imagination is drawing very very dirty pictures ;)
Comment by Monsterzebra666 - 12/25/16 - 12:29AM
The ending made me laugh. I liked this a lot! Super different, funny and hot! Great job:)

The_Elder's response: The ending is just me trying to weasel out of writing sex. So glad you liked it, and thank you!

The_Elder's response: The ending is just me trying to weasel out of writing sex. So glad you liked it, and thank you!


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