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Tre had been going through the mail piled up on the console table in his foyer when Billie walked in. He had invited him for some good ol' fashioned jamming.
He said hello and Tre waved and then he disappeared, presumably down to the basement where Tre kept his drum kit, and had amps in case the boys came over.
As he whittled down the pile of envelopes, underneath he noticed a package he didn't recognize. Sara must've brought it in.
He didn't recognize the return address, either, but it was addressed to him.
He took it into his kitchen and opened the fucker up. It wasn't until he laid a hand on an eight inch tall stuffed animal in shrink wrap that he remembered the purchase he had made about 7 months prior.
It was a stuffed plush toy made in his likeness. Although, he was a bunny rabbit. It was cute, very well made. He admired the attention to detail. Simplistic yet accurate. And the silly design idea.
Billie had urged him to order one after he found out the creator of the 'Kitty Joe' plushies made ones for Mike and Tre. Tre knew Billie had one of his own, but he was very cagey when talking about it. He never showed Tre, because apparently, Lenny—Billie's dog—had 'destroyed' it. Once, Tre caught a glimpse of the massacred toy in the back of Billie's desk drawer.
That was not dog damage. Truthfully, Tre didn't know what happened to it. But he was suspicious nonetheless.
Tre headed down the steps to his basement. When he entered, Billie had his back faced and was lazily tuning his guitar.
"Hey, Bill," he said.
Billie turned around, half paying attention to Tre and half focusing on the task at hand. "Hm?"
"Look what came in the mail." Out from behind his back, he pulled the toy and waved back and forth.
Immediately, Billie's attitude shifted. He suddenly got real uneasy.
"O-oh, yeah. Right. I forgot you ordered that. Nice." He quickly looked away.
Tre's suspicions just bubbled up more at Billie's strange reaction. "What's the matter? You were the one who told me to order it! Isn't it cute?"
"I did? Yeah, uhm. It's nice."
"Too bad you don't have yours anymore… we could match. Such a shame," he said, trying to coax a reaction out of Billie.
Billie visibly tensed up. "Yeah…"
Tre was frustrated. He walked closer and shoved the object in Billie's face.
"Look at my cute bunny ears!"
Billie grumbled, visibly annoyed. "Alright, Tre. That's cool. Enough, we have practice to do."
Tre sighed. "What's up with you, man?"
"Nothing."
"Really? 'Cause you're acting really weird over a doll."
Billie huffed. He let his arms hang to his sides, guitar resting on the strap. "I'm sorry. It's nothing. Here, let me see the toy."
Tre handed the object into Billie's open palm. Billie turned it over a few times. He traced the embroidered face and smiled. "It's definitely cute. It looks a lot like you."
Tre took the toy back at Billie's direction. "Yeah, totally! I look cute as a bunny."
"Yeah, you… you really do." What Tre said gave him an idea.
A dirty one.
To get back at him for the relentless mention of his plush's unfortunate demise.
It had been a few days, and Tre thought nothing of Billie's comment. Even if it was said in a odd tone, he forgot within 5 minutes. And had completely forgotten it had ever happened within an hour.
Now, it was 4 days later. He got an unexpected text from Billie after an unusual stretch of radio silence. Well, a few texts.
"Beej: 'hey.'
'stop by my house'
'i have sumthing 4 U'
'bring ur doll thing'
'the bunny'
'come by in an hour'"
Tre's suspicions fired up all over again. This time in overdrive. But would he say no? Of course not. He had to know what this was about. Even if he was reluctant to leave his comfy home on a lazy spring afternoon.
He yoinked the toy from his bedroom, got his keys, and drove off to Billie's house.
He arrived in no time, as he didn't live far away.
With the car parked, he walked up the long drive way and knocked on the door, with his toy plush in hand.
Billie opened the door. "Ah there you are! So you actually came, huh. A text back would be nice next time."
Tre frowned and stuck his tongue out. "Do you need to know my every move?"
"Actually? For today? That'd be nice."
Tre crinkled his nose. "The fuck does that mean?!"
"Never mind that. Come in." Billie stepped back with a cheesy bow, gesturing for Tre to head in.
He walked into Billie's home, glaring at him as he looked up at him. Something brewing behind those green eyes.
"Head up to my bedroom, please. I'll be there in a minute."
"Your bedroom?"
"Mhm. Oh, and if you could set your toy on my nightstand, please. Less work for me."
Tre glanced between Billie, standing near the front door, the hallway leading to the staircase where his bedroom was upstairs, and the rabbit plush in his hand. Suddenly he felt… uneasy.
"Why?"
"No questions. Upstairs, please."
"What if I don't?"
"Tre," Billie said sternly. "Do not make this hard on yourself."
Tre gulped. What the hell was up with Billie?
"Dude, you're scaring me-"
"Go." Was Billie's last warning.
Begrudgingly, Tre slumped his way up the stairs.
In Billie's bedroom, it was empty and tidy. He saw a cleared off space on Billie's nightstand. He walked over and set the toy down. With nothing else to do, he sat on the end of the bed to wait for Billie.
After what felt like an eternity, Billie finally slipped in the room. He had 2 bags in his hands. He carefully shut and locked the door behind him. When he turned around, he smiled.
"Oh, good! You're already sitting down. You're doing well so far."
Tre crossed his arms. "Bill, what the fuck is this about?"
Billie's grin was almost sadistic. It stirred something deeply unsettled inside Tre.
"Your little… mention of you as a bunny the other day. About your doll- well, it gave me an idea."
Tre raised his eyebrow, unamused. "Yeah? And what might that be?" he said flatly.
"I want you to be my bunny for the day."
"What?"
Billie smiled again. "You heard me."
"What the fuck does that even mean?! Dress up like a playboy bunny and give you a lap dance? Come on, Bill. Have some damn class."
"Actually," Billie said, voice trailing off as he walked closer to Tre and set the bags down. They looked to be from a mall, but he couldn't tell which stores since they were facing away from him.
Billie fished through one bag, and Tre's heart plummeted at what he pulled out.
In Billie's hand was a black leather body suit. Clearly made for a plus-sized woman. In his other, 2 wrist bands that mimicked the traditional uniform of a playboy model. Billie tossed them at Tre's feet.
"Put those on," he said while bending down, getting even more accessories out of the bag.
"And these," he finished by tossing 2 more items to Tre.
A choker with a black bow-tie on it, and a set of massive, bright pink and fluffy bunny ears attached to a matching colored headband.
"No," Tre said immediately. "No fucking way, Bill."
"Yes. Yes fucking way. Put them on."
"No!"
"Yes, Tre!"
"Why? What- where did you even come up with this idea?"
Billie sighed, clearly already frustrated with Tre's defiance. But Tre genuinely wanted to know. Billie walked up closer and got right in Tre's face.
"You kept pestering me with that damn doll of yours. And teasing me about mine. I figured, if you wanted to be brat, flaunt that thing in my face and go on and on about how oh-so adorable you'd be as a bunny, why not make it come true? Make you my doll."
Tre scoffed. "That's ridiculous, Bill. You're so fucking weird."
"Ah! Hush. No talking back. You've already got yourself in this position. You pay the price."
"The fuck I will!?"
Billie put a finger to his lips. "One more word out of your mouth and see what happens."
"Fuck you."
Billie squished his cheeks together hard. The skin turned red under his grip. "Would you like to repeat that?"
Suddenly Tre felt very small. Almost like an animal.
A rabbit.
He shook his head silently.
"Good bunny," Billie said in a cooing tone.
"What?" Tre responded flatly. "I'm not your fucking pet!"
This time, Billie gave him a firm slap on the cheek. "Naughty bunny. No talking back."
Tre blinked a few times, gobsmacked by Billie's utter fucking nerve. He soothingly rubbed his cheek and side-eyed Billie. "I thought I was a 'good bunny' two seconds ago?"
"You were, but you misbehaved. And you still are. Let me make this clear for your stupid bunny brain: No talking back. Not unless I tell you, you can. Understand? Speak."
Tre didn't speak this time. He stuck his tongue out. Billie pinched his tongue to the point of pain.
"Speak," he repeated harshly.
Tre pouted. What in God's name could he have done to end up in this position? Not even he knows. Billie's logical wasn't sound in the slightest. Not to him, at least.
Yet, here he was. Being treated like a damn animal.
"Yes," he spoke finally after Billie released his swelling tongue.
"Sir," he corrected. "You will address me as sir."
"Yes, sir," Tre said mockingly.
"Good boy. Learning well. We still have some things to work on, but I think you'll shape up quickly. Now, hurry up and get your clothes on." Billie kicked at the pile of clothes on the floor.
"I thought rabbits don't wear clothing?" Tre responded smugly, before remembering his command: don't talk.
Billie eyed him carefully. "What was that?"
Tre bit his tongue.
"Exactly. Now, I will repeat myself once and only once. Put your clothes on, bunny."
Grumpily, Tre stood straight up off the bed and snatched up the pile of goodies in his arms. He glowered at Billie as he walked slowly off to his bathroom.
Billie's bathroom was cold. The steady hum of the air vent was all Tre could hear. He set the clothing down on the counter and peeled his own outfit off one by one, careful to avoid the mirror as he got undressed and redressed.
Each piece went on: the body suit. That clasped near the crotch, and which suspiciously lacked a tail, with a hole in the back. Tre could only imagine what that was for. The cuffs, the bow-tie choker. And finally, the bright pink, soft ears perched on top of his head. He turned around finally to face himself in the mirror.
"Oh my god…" he said out loud to himself. I look ridiculous! he thought.
Perhaps the worst of it all was his own bodily betrayal. Right in front of the black leather, could he make out a small bulge forming. Peeking its head up.
He wanted to gag.
This outfit might look okay on a 20 or 30 year old curvy woman, but not on a 53 year old bulky man.
Regardless, he wasn't getting out of this now. Things had gone to far. So, he left the bathroom.
Billie had sat on the edge of the bed with legs crossed, waiting patiently for Tre. When he came out, his head swiveled around at the sound of the door. His eyes widened and that shit-eating grin re-plastered itself on Billie's face. Tre had never felt more mortified in his life to be seen like this.
"There's my bunny!" Billie exclaimed. He eyed him up and down slowly before standing up. "Fuck, you look good like that. My sexy little bunny, get over here." Billie took one long stride over, just enough to reach Tre, and he pulled him into his body.
Billie's hand hungrily ran up and down Tre's lower spine and over his ass, squeezing his cheeks occasionally. He licked his lips as he stared into Tre's eyes, thinking about just what he wanted to do with him.
"God, you're adorable. You know how bad you're tempting me like this? Looking like a little slut, yet so innocent at the same time? A pure, unknowing bunny. Oh, you don't know what I'm about to do to you. The things I wanna do…" Billie pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue lapping lazily at Tre's, biting every so often on his bottom lip.
Tre felt weak and helpless now. He didn't have a mind to talk back anymore, or be a brat. He clammed up the second Billie wrapped his arm around his waist.
"Bed, now," Billie said when he finally pulled away. Both of them were already sweaty and mouths dripping with spit.
When Tre didn't move, too stunned to obey, Billie didn't have the patience to order him around. Or punish him, for that matter. He just grabbed him by the waist, spun him around, and shoved him onto the bed.
Tre hit the mattress with a slight bounce. His hands splayed on the duvet cover with his ass jutting out.
Billie dropped to his knees behind Tre, his hands gripping onto his ass and thighs immediately. Tre whined and involuntarily bucked back into Billie's grip. He laughed.
"Oh? Look who's so eager now... I thought you didn't wanna be my pet."
Tre grumbled but ultimately stayed silent.
"Bunny just couldn't resist being groped, hm? Fucking slut. Does he wanna see his new toy?"
Tre titled his head to look over his shoulder. "Toy?" he repeated.
Billie stood up, and dug through the other bag that had been previously left alone.
"Close your eyes, bun bun."
Tre followed his orders. He felt Billie lean a hand down on the bed next to him.
"Open."
Tre fluttered his eyes open, and his stomach erupted in a chorus of butterflies at the object in his hand.
Laid in the dead center of Billie's palm was a buttplug. Metal and shiny, on the end of it was a fluffy, gorgeous bunny tail that matched the color of Tre's ears.
He moaned at the sight alone, and wagged his hips back and forth. Silently begging for it.
Billie licked it lips. "Oh, so you do want it? Good bunny. You're gonna take it well for me, right? It might hurt a bit though, sweetheart." Swapping the toy into his other hand, Billie spat directly onto the metal while staring Tre dead in the eyes. He—tauntingly slow—brought the toy down and around to Tre's backside.
The hole in his little uniform happened to line up perfectly with his own, and Billie found the opening of both with ease. The cold metal tip touched the rim of Tre's ass and he shrieked.
"Shh, shh. It's okay, bunny. Be a good slut for me and just relax, okay? Fuck, I know you'll love this. Trust your master, okay?"
Master? The title made Tre's heart flutter. He buckled at the knees, taking a deep breath. And then Billie applied firm pressure.
Tre felt like he would be split in two as the toy stretched him open wider and wider. It burned as hot as hell. He shoved his face down into the sheets, tugging them up under his death grip. Billie slowly and steadily, at a methodical pace pushed it in until it was secure.
Tre whimpered continuously into the sheets. Billie gave a firm tug on the tail before leading the flat of his palm up his ass, following the curve of his spine, his neck, and then into his hair where he gripped Tre's brown locks and pulled his face up from the bed to look at him.
"You did so well, bunny. Do you like your new toy? You can tell me."
"Y-yes, sir."
"Tell me how good it feels. How well it fills you up."
"I-it's so tight, sir."
"Good. Would bunny like to see what it does?"
"H-huh?"
In Billie's pocket was a remote. It operated a function of the toy.
The plug dualed as a vibrator.
Billie pressed a button through his pants pocket, and the toy kicked into gear.
"Oh, fuck!" Tre shouted and shoved his head back down, before Billie tightened his grip and made him to look him in the eyes again. Billie reveled in the sight of Tre. Broken in by his fucked up fantasy.
"Does bunny like how it ruts around in his slutty little hole?"
Tre was too weak to speak. Utterly helpless at the stimulation finally tingling through his body.
"Use your words, bunny. Or I'm turning it off." Suddenly, all pleasure stopped. Leaving Tre absolutely aching from front to back. Now he was uncomfortably aware of just how tight the front of this leather outfit had become around his aching cock.
"I-it felt so good, sir. Please. Please, more. Let me feel good again."
Billie smiled. That sick, twisted, maniacal smile. He pressed the button, turning it up even higher. And Tre wailed.
"F-fuck, yes, master! Oh my god!" Tre bucked his hips out mindlessly, trying anything he could to make it feel even better.
"You're behaving so well now, sweet pea. Can't help yourself when you have a toy in your ass? Fuck, I bet your pretty little cock is so hard for me. Does bunny want his release?"
Tre nodded frantically, yet Billie laughed. "Not yet, slut. Look at you… God, you're getting your master all worked up. I think you need to be punished for that. What do you say?"
"But," Tre said through tears, his voice was hoarse. "I thought I was being good?"
"You were, for behaving for me. But you did also tempt me. What a naughty thing, acting like this in front of your master, getting him all excited. Such a fucking whore. Don't worry, bun bun. Think of your punishment as also a treat, in a way."
Through bleary eyes and tears, Tre could make out Billie moving, releasing his painful grip on Tre's hair. Then, he heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, and a zipper.
Billie pulled himself from the fly, and wiggled his throbbing dick in front of Tre's face. "Look at me, bunny."
Tre slowly lifted his head, resting on his chin.
"Does my slutty toy want his treat now?"
Tre nodded furiously, opening his mouth without even being asked.
Billie sucked in a breath, his dick twitching at the sight alone. "Fuck… here you go, hon." Billie propped one leg up on the bed, grabbed Tre's hair once again, and thrust his length into his open and waiting mouth.
Billie threw his head back with a loud groan. Tre whined when the head of Billie's cock hit the back of his throat. Billie drew back out, and slammed into him again. And again, and again. Fucking his mouth with dead-on precision.
"O-oh, my- fuck! That damn mouth, bunny. You're so good with it. There you go, keep sucking. You're making me feel so good."
Tre moaned at the praise, letting his beautiful sounds please Billie all the more. He hallowed his cheeks, working up an obscene amount of spit to bathe his cock in, and pressed his tongue up under his shaft. He stared into Billie's eyes while he sucked and got his mouth fucked. Pleading, helpless, and so horny.
All of it was too much for Billie to comprehend. The sounds, the sight, the feeling especially. Watching Tre, forcefully bent over his bed with a bunny tail vibrator spinning away in his ass, restrained cock smashed up underneath his own weight and gleefully taking Billie in his mouth was possibly the most arousing thing he's ever seen.
Billie roughly grabbed either side of Tre's head, pushing him on and off his cock to match his thrusts.
"Oh, fucking hell, bunny! You're such a good little slut for me. I'm so close, sweet pea. Fuck, do you want my cum? Do you want master's cum down your tight little throat? Answer me or you don't get it."
Tre nodded as best he could, eyes widen as he tried his best to beg with them. Plead for his reward.
Billie choked out a sob, shuddering breaths following as his cum spilled down Tre's throat with a final throb.
Tre swallowed every last drop that flooded his mouth with sticky white goodness. When Billie pulled out, he chased his tip to lap up the rest that dripped from his slit. Billie trembled, and considered punishing him for acting so cocky, but the reality alone of having broken his friend so badly that he's acting as pathetic as is, was enough of a punishment on its own.
Tre's head fell on the plush bed. His face was beet red, his lips smeared with a mixture of cum and spit, and his entire body was shaking, doused in sweat. The vibe still burrowing away in his hole.
"There you go, my sweet bunny. You've made up for it, good boy." Billie knelt down and gently rubbed his forehead. "Is my boy tired?"
He nodded.
"Does bunny wanna end it here?"
Then his head shot up. Tre shook it dramatically from side to side. "N-no, no, no sir! Please…" he started to rut his hips up against the bed. "Please, sir. Please, I wanna cum. Can I? Please, sir… I haven't yet. Please…"
Billie grinned at him knowingly. He would let him finish, but he wouldn't make it easy on him. Or even pleasurable, for that matter.
"Does the little whore want his master to make him finish?"
He nodded again, frantically.
"Say it."
"Please, sir. Make me cum. I can't take it anymore. Please."
His feverish begging was oh-so hot to Billie. He cradled underneath his chin gently, lifting it up further to look him in the eyes and Billie tilted his head up ever so slightly.
"Gosh, you are just so desperate, aren't you? Like a little thing in heat. How pathetic. Alright, fine. Master will make you cum, but only if you do it exactly how and when he says. Understand?"
Tre nearly sobbed. He'd do anything, anything at all to get his fix. That was the thing about Tre, the second you got him going, he couldn't nor wouldn't stop. He's been absolutely led blind by his own sense of lust before. And now, it was taking the reigns more than ever.
"Yes, sir. I understand. Please, sir. Do whatever you want to me."
Billie hummed in appreciation. Slowly, he brought his hand back behind Tre's head and tilted it to look at the nightstand.
Where the bunny plush sat, watching them creepily.
"Would you look at that? What kind of fucking example are you setting for yourself, huh? Well, at least one of you is good. The other gets off on watching himself being fucked, doesn't he? What a pervert."
Tre shuddered as he was made to look at the doll. Sitting there, with it's big, blue eyes. It's arms and legs spread out to its sides from it's stiff fabric body. And it's body, immobilized.
Tre gulped. He had to admit, though. As degrading, and humiliating, and frankly weird as it was, it was also kind of hot.
Then all of the sudden Tre felt Billie wrapping his arms under his armpits and upper back, dragging him further onto the bed and onto his back. He laid at a diagonal angle, with Billie now straddled over top of him.
"You look so adorable beneath me," he said fondly. Tre's cheeks flushed further from the praise. Billie then walked backwards on his knees, pushing Tre's legs up until they were above his head. Billie leaned down at the end of the bed, his face in Tre's groin.
"Oh, fuck. Bunny, would you look at that… Needy, needy little thing. Tsk, tsk. You're so hard for me."
Tre whined and tried to buck his hips up into Billie's face, but he put a dominating hand on his thigh to force him back down.
"Naughty bunny. No no. You listen to me, remember? Or I'll leave you like this all fucking night. Lock you in my bathroom with handcuffs on, make you listen to me jack off while your aching little prick throbs against this tight suit all night long. Understand? Or maybe your pervy ass would like that. Go figure."
Tre whimpered and shook his head. While the idea was intriguing, he had a life to live and had no interest in actually being locked in Billie's bathroom all night. The idea wasn't feasible, even if arousing. So he sucked it up and behaved.
When Billie recognized his compliance, he sighed dreamily. "Good boy. Just so good."
He pressed another button on the remote control through his pocket, sending the vibrator rutting at max speed.
Tre fucking keened. Wailing, whining, turning into a sobbing mess.
Billie slowly began to rub and massage the skin of Tre's inner thighs. Pliable flesh mushed up under his fingertips. He leaned down, and left peppering kisses all over his thighs.
It took everything in Tre not to beg Billie to suck his dick right then and there. With those pretty and plump lips so near it. Fuck. But he'd have to be patient. Lord knows what would actually happen to him if he tried chasing his own desire.
Billie put his hand over Tre's bulge, hovering over top so lightly. Tre wailed again from the light touch alone.
"Does bunny like that?"
"Y-yes, sir."
Billie applied a bit of pressure, not much. Tre moaned, wet and loud from the back of his throat. He clenched his fists tightly.
"S-sir."
"Hm?"
"Can I cum yet?"
"No."
Fuck. Tre thought. As embarrassing as it was, he couldn't seem himself lasting much longer.
Billie pressed harder, now rubbing the flat of his palm up and down over his length at a ridiculous crawling pace. Tre's eyes rolled up in his head. His hips couldn't help but jolt upwards into the warm and heavy hand over top of him. He titled his head back and what he saw was that damn doll again.
Staring at him.
For reasons unknown to Tre, that was enough to drive him straight to climax.
"B-Billie, Bill- sir, master. F-fuck, whatever! Please, I'-" Tre cut off with a loud groan as his cum spilled out, gushing all over his stomach with nowhere else to go, considering his dick was still trapped behind that damn leather barrier.
The fabric in front began to stain lightly. A small, barely noticeable black puddle forming under Billie's hand. But he could feel it, wet and hot.
Billie grumbled, frustrated with Tre's inability to listen to commands.
"Fucking slut," he spat. "Can't hold out when your master tells you to? Can't fucking keep yourself under control? Shit, I should've just made you jerk yourself off in that outfit instead if I wanted to see you finish so fast. Useless."
Billie clambered off of him, dusting himself off and making sure he was all rezipped and in place. Then, he turned off the vibrator. And all was still.
Tre laid, borderline lifeless on Billie's bed. The only sign of him being alive was his labored breathing. His chest rising and falling recklessly. Otherwise, he could hardly move a muscle. Thoroughly fucked and drained of cum.
Billie smiled, more so to himself. Proud of the revenge he got.
He walked over to the other side of the bed and snatched up the doll.
"I will be taking this. Thank you," he said.
Tre didn't know what he was talking about, but he had a guess.
Billie leaned down once more, gently placing his hand on the side of Tre's worn out face. "Don't you mention this again. Okay, whore? Lest you need to end up back with that tail in your ass." He gave him a kiss on the forehead, and walked away.
Tre could hear the door opening and closing.
Really? he thought.
Looks like Billie was leaving him here to sort himself out. Jesus Christ, what a day.