#randypiping - W.A.S.P.

We Know.

It was early in the morning, Steve and Randy had hidden under the bed. A mistake on their part, as all they could hear was the groaning of sex coming from both Blackie and Chris. The bed creaked as they went at it like animals. Eventually, they came to a stop. They had an interview soon, and they knew it.

Not long after, they heard the interviewer coming up the stairs, singing "I Wanna Be Somebody" to himself as he did so. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a "Come in!" being yelled by Blackie.

"Room service!" He jokingly exclaimed, holding a tray with four glasses of orange juice.

"What took you so long, gimme that stuff here." Blackie said as he and Chris leaned forward to grab the drinks.

"I thought you said orange juice for four, where's the others?"

"The other two are under the bed. Don't worry about it." Blackie said as the interviewer went to look. "Don't! Get away from there."

The interview went on, the two men laying naked in bed next to each other, not giving a damn.

"Was it good for you, baby, it was great for me, I know that! And you think it's always girls, huh?!" Blackie nudged Chris as they all had a laugh.

Once the interview was finally over, the man bid his goodbyes and left. Having forgotten about the other two being under the bed, Blackie let out a huge fart, one big enough to shake the room.

Steve silently choked, and succumbed to the gas almost instantly. Randy pulled out a knife, and to avenge Steve, stabbed Blackie up the ass through the mattress.

Blackie yelped in pain, got off the bed, and watched as Randy darted out of the room. He wasted no time in following him. Chris, still in shock, stood quickly and went to follow. However, he slipped on a pair of Blackie's underwear and locked eyes with Steve under the bed.

Horrified, Chris put on some pants and ran after the two. He ran down to the lobby, watching as an ass naked Blackie chased around a fully clothed Randy. He went to run towards them, but someone got in his way.

Nikki Sixx had appeared from seemingly nowhere, he screeched at the top of his lungs, ran out of the building and seemingly disappeared as fast as he had appeared. Shaking himself from confusion, Chris watched on.

Blackie grabbed Randy by the hair, and shoved him out of the window. Randy landed in the dumpster two floors down, but was seemingly unharmed.

Blackie and Chris walked back to the room, Blackie's ass still bleeding, and they sat down.

"How are you feeling, Blackie?"

"Might need a diagnosis from Doctor Cocktor, if you know what I mean." He winked. "Joking, for now. First, I gotta shit."

Blackie walked to the bathroom, and Chris sat in silence, listening to his lover's mega dump through the wall. Around ten minutes later, he came back out.

"Feel better?" Chris asked.

"Yep, but I seem to only shit blood clots now. Interesting turn of events. Randy is never allowed under the bed again."

"By the way, Steve is dead."

"Oh, is that why Randy stabbed my asshole?"

"Now that I think about it, probably."

"Ah, fuck. Well, gotta find a new drummer now."

"Well, how about for now, we go for round three?"

"I like the way you think, Holmes." Blackie grinned.

And so they did, they went at it like animals again and again. Steve's body still under the bed, and Randy hadn't left the dumpster for some reason. No one saw Nikki after he magically appeared and disappeared.

"You ought to go to the actual doctor about that though."

"Later."