blood milk fic

Part one

Ryan sat in the bath tub with a towel under his knees, just as he had the last time Brendon had talked him into an enema.
"Bren, please" Ryan started moaning so hard that he couldn't finish his sentence. After a few load moans, Ryan continued, " please, my crack daddy, let me touch myself"
"No" Brendon replied sternly making Ryan shiver
"Why?" Ryan pleaded
" you broke the blinds," Brendon coolly stated, "and bad dogs don't get to pleasure themselves, they don't get pleasure at all for that matter."
Ryan shivered and let out a little unplanned whine.
"Shit, daddy doesn't like it when i whine."
But it was too late, Brendon had herd enough
"Ryan, what did you say?" Brendon questioned very calmly.
"N-nothin'," Ryan stammered
"Tisk tisk tisk, now that will not do, now will it? You made daddy very upset, lying and cursing, and during a punishment none the less. My, some one is a very bad dog." All of Brendon's words when stright to little Ryan's vulnerable heart, Ryan started to cry as a result.
Ryan crawled out of the bath tub and curled up at Brendons feet.
"I'm ss-sorry, daddy-yy don't be mad a-at me-e" Ryan pleaded
Brendon grabbed the crop that was on the counter along with the fresh milk and utensils.
Brendon knelt down not letting Ryan know about the crop, he said one word quietly.
"Count."
And with that he started his assault on Ryan's little bottom.
"One ,ah, two, th-three" Ryan could no longer keep up with his crack daddy's punishment. He tried to count but failed he had no clue how many times his boyfriend had hit him, in fact the only reason he knew he was being spanked was by the load crack that resulted every time he was struck by Bren, he could feel nothing on his bum.
His master's voice brought him back to reality.
"How many?" Brendon questioned though he knew Ryan had no clue.
"Thirty?" Ryan unconfidently muttered.
Smack
" And the puppy didn't even count even though he was told to do so? My, what will i do with such an ungrateful little slut? Oh i know I'll make you sleep in your cage tonight. Come on Ry" Brendon thought aloud
Ryan attempted to move but couldn't, the pain was too great.
"I said let's go," Brendon inpasently stated
"I- I can't, i h-hurt too much" Ryan winced and put his head back on the dirty bathroom floor.
"Fine then sleep there, you slut," Brendon jabbed.
Ryan felt a warm liquid dribble down his naked body. He then felt hot tears leak out of his eyes.
He lifted his hand and placed it lighly on his back, he yelped at the contact and moved his hand in front of his face, blood covered it. Ryan being the hemophobic he was, passed out. He smashed his head on the cold tile, he felt his head slid on the floor.
'blood must have caused that', he thought, ' it makes sense'
Threw the heavy haze that ingulfted his head he herd his boyfriends voice he couldn't make anything out. He thought that this is what it must be like to be dropped in a forien country with on one speaking English.
'This feels like a blanket, but for your brain, ha, a brain blanket' Ryan internally chuckled. And with that every thing went dark. 
Brendon was hovering over Ryan's mangled body. Tears were streaming down Bren's face.
"Oh little buddy, i- i didn't mean too. Oh you're so fragile, this is far too much for you" Brendon kept repeating soft apologies in hopes that this would some how undo his violent  attack on  his sweet little Ry . 
"I shouldn't be treating you like a dog, you're not and i know that. I shouldn't have done it. You didn't even want to, you asked me to stop but i didn't  and then you started crying. Oh god I'm  a monster, " Brendon finished.
After some thought  Brendon began to think of how to help his little. He grabbed a towel and a first aid kit. While grabbing the towel Bren acadently spilled the milk all over the floor. The milk mixing with the blood was a huge turn on.
"Not now" Brendon told himself, "my baby  needs me."
Brendon wrapped Ryan up in the towel. He was so small and so gentle. Brendon felt his heart being tugged at. He carried the uncosious boy into the bed room where he placed the boy on the coach that he forced Ryan to sleep on. He wasn't doing this because he was going to make Ryan sleep here, no Ryan would get the bed from now on, and he would not have to share with Bren. Though bBrendon knew Ryan would insist on him sleeping with him, he like the warmth and liked the immediate  attention he got when he woke up with nightmares.
Brendon pushed theses thoughts from his head and began to clean up his boyfriends wounds.
He then bandaged poor Ryan up and went to get pajamas for the smaller boy. He came back with boxers and a blue pajama set. He quickly dressed the boy and carried him over to the bed, tucked him in and began to sing a lulaby for him:

If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weather-vanes my one and lonely

The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at both feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weather-vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weather-vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weather-vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weather-vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weather-vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weather-vanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn

After singing to his beloved, Brendon cleaned up the coach and surrounding floor of all the blood and first aid supplies.
After he had finished he moved over to Ryan to make sure he was still breathing for the 12th  time since he had finished the lulaby. After satisfied that Ry was alive, he striped down to his boxers and lyied down on the coach with no blanket.
' bad boys deserve to freeze' Brendon mentally scolded himself .
And with that Brendon slipped into the worst sleep of his life.