collar - why don't we

collar, 009

warnings: non-consensual sexual intercourse.

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CORBYN STOOD IN

the hallway, having told Daniel that he wanted to take another look at the books the older owned. The younger was arguing with himself in his head, glance continuously falling to the front door. The dark oak stood out against the light, lilac wall, his eyes darting across the fuzzy windows.

He could either continue winning Daniel's trust and further out his plan to escape, or he could sprint out the front door, feet heavy against the pavement. There was no alarm, Corbyn had opened the door previously, so Daniel wouldn't know he was gone, until he came to check on him.

Corbyn's hand fell onto the doorknob, books long forgotten. He twisted the metal to the right, pulling the door open towards him. He stuck his hand through, feeling the cold air nip at his skin. Corbyn took a deep breath, debating on turning back. His eyes darted through the street, not a human in sight. It wasn't surprising to him since it was Monday morning and most people were working.

Another minute passed, his feet still planted before the doorway, thoughts racing through his mind. It didn't take any longer for his feet to fall flat against the pavement as he started running.

The blaring alarm entered his ears, a cry falling from his lips as two stings entered through his neck. The pain coursed through his body, but the younger kept running, adrenaline racing.

Daniel wasn't far behind him and ran much faster than the younger had expected. Corbyn's legs wobbled, head pounding as he slowed. The syringes were still stuck in his neck, pumping the medicine quickly.

"Shh." Daniel shushed him softly as he sobbed, arm sliding around his waist as Corbyn stumbled. "I'm taking you home, pup. It's okay. I know it hurts, it's supposed to." "No." Corbyn mumbled out, lazily fighting against Daniel's grip when his eyes fluttered. "I want to go home." The blond held him tightly, lifting Corbyn into his arms. "I'm taking you now, pup. It's okay."

The twenty-three year old's words were calm and soft-spoken, but he was furious inside. Daniel believed he could trust the younger to roam around freely, but, clearly, he was wrong.

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Corbyn was awoken with the touches against his face, Daniel's flat hand gently slapping his cheek. "Open your eyes, i need a picture of you with your eyes open." The shorter frowned as he moved away from the touch, eyes falling closed and fluttering open between seconds. "Get the fuck up, Corbyn." Now the force was harsher, a whine falling from Corbyn's lips as the stinging became evident. "Open your damn eyes."

The younger was now pulled closer with a tug on his leash, his eyes widening at his new position. He was sat on his knees on the floor of Daniel's bedroom, hands restrained together and body completely unclothed, the leather leash a new addition to his collar. Behind him was a white cover, making his location completely unrecognizable in the photos.

"What are you doing, Dani?" The fright was visible on his face, voice shaking and eyes wide as his chest fell up and down quickly. "Taking pictures of you, pup. Isn't it obvious?" Daniel pulled him up by his leash, forcing Corbyn to stand on his still wobbly legs. "I had to bathe you while you were unconscious." He mumbled, letting the flash go off as he took another picture. The younger took a look at his body, he was completely shaven and the light smell of coconut traveled through his nostrils.