Tyrant

Chapter 17

A/N: Good Morning Fruity babes!
I came back! I was supposed to post this over the weekend, but I got mentally down. Technically I still am, but I'm working through it.
Today I'm sick with a head cold and don't really feel like leaving my bed all day.
So why not share some great smut while I'm here!
PS it gets kinda wild, bit not too much.
Enjoy!

"Ahh...Master...please." Josh moaned as he tried to say something but his mind was so jumbled. Everything was happening too fast. First he was forced to come tonight, as usual it turned out to be a terrible idea, but his Master made it all better. Even went so far as to fire his main opposition. So yeah his head was all over.

Brendon had his birdie currently stretched out on his lap, jacket thrown to the side along with the boy's pants. His shirt opened and hung off his shoulders. Josh sat in his Master's lap, legs bent to sit comfortably on the seat as he straddled the man backwards. In short everything was on full display, but Josh nor Brendon could care less. 

The partition was raised so they had privacy. Well almost, with Canary moaning like this it was obvious what was going on. And Brendon loved every minute of it. He pulled more moans from the boy as he roughly twisted his nipples and sucked on his neck.

"You like me being rough with you don't you Canary? Just look at how much you're leaking for me." Brendon chuckled as his thumb swiped over the yellow bird's slit. Feeling it pulsate under his hands as it oozed with more contact. "Hold on now we wouldn't want you cumming so soon. I'm just starting to enjoy myself." The brunette took much pleasure in sticking his pointer finger into the boy's slit. Sort of like a human dick plug, preventing any relief he could ever want.

Josh grit his teeth the deeper Brendon dug into him. It hurt to be stretched in that way, but it wasn't the first so it quickly became pleasurable once more. His moans picked up again as he grinded into his finger.

"Yeah that's my pretty little bird, fuck through the pain." Brendon whispered in his ear. "I wanna rip you apart so bad, leaving you crying for more baby." His finger moved in time with Josh's thrust. Even going deeper than before. "Just look how desperate you are for me, sucking me in whatever hole you can. Like a good little slut." His voice was gruff and husky in Josh's ear. He could barely contain himself.

The yellow bird was whimpering at the pain yet it made him harder as he spurted pre-cum out around his Master's finger. Grinding harder into it as he let his head fall back on Brendon's shoulder. His thighs began to shake with the threat of an orgasm coming on. 

"Hold on Canary, I need to make a call." Brendon casually pulled away from him slightly. His hand squeezing Josh's dick hard with his finger nearly a knuckle deep inside him, preventing any release he could hope to have. The yellow bird whined at the combined pain. "Shhhh it'll only take a moment." He kissed his neck as he pulled out his cell, clicking on the desired number.

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Dallon had just finished putting away the leftovers. Handing over the last of the dishes to Sarah. Who was far less happy to do her task.

"Why am I always the one stuck doing your stupid dishes! News flash, you're not a chef anymore so stop using so many damn dishes for one meal!" Sarah barked at him from the piles and piles of dishes in front of her.

"You used to be a chef Dallon?" Tyler looked up from sweeping the floor. He was more than intrigued to find out at least a little bit more about his past. It felt as if everyone knew his story yet he knew almost nothing of their former lives.

The tall man remained silent as he clenched his jaw. "I suggest you use that energy for washing dishes and less on talking then maybe you'd be useful for a change." He replied angrily walking away from her.