Tyrant

Chapter 4

A/N: Yup Yup another update!
Now this is a kinda sweet yet still sad chapie so be prepared.

Warning: abuse, blood

Enjoy!
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Tyler sat on a marble bench while Dallon dried him off with a fluffy black towel. One hung on his head as he stared at the floor.  

“I'm truly sorry about this…..You will later on learn to decipher between the person I really am and the person I must become to satisfy our Master.” Dallon informed him as dried the boy’s feet.

“You expect me to believe that you didn't intend to hurt me!?” Tyler challenged with angry tears ready to fall. “What if your MASTER would've instructed you to do something worse, WHAT THEN!?” He couldn't stop the tears now.

Dallon frowned, he hated to be attacked in such a way. So he decided he was done sugarcoating the situation Tyler was really in. “You wanna know what I would've done?” The tall man pulled Tyler up by his arms. “I would do whatever Master asks because I love him. And you’ll let me do it too….because he's your Master too and you fucking love it. Don't think I didn't see the way you  looked at him, even through the tears. There was love. Love for YOUR MASTER!” Dallon pushed him down on the bench.

“YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! THAT'S NOT THE MAN I LOVE!” Tyler yelled back at him. “......he's…..he just looks like the man I once knew….” He sniffed. Dallon didn't want to be hard on him. This young boy had a lot to learn about Brendon.

“I know.” Dallon sighed and went back to drying Tyler off. There wasn't much else he could say that could help ease the shock of it all. He then slipped on a robe and gave one to Tyler. “Come on, Master wants me to bring you back to bed.” He said as he went to try to pick him up. Only to get his hands slapped away.

“I can walk myself.” Tyler grumbled as he stood slowly. Dallon knew he was in much pain because the little boy was obviously new to the BDSM scene. The brunette took a few steps before he collapsed to the floor. Tyler began to cry because he was in so much pain. Physically and mentally.

Dallon was by his side within seconds. “Put your arms around my neck.” He told him once he kneeled down to scoop him up. Tyler just sniffed and hung on as they left Brendon’s room. He kept his face buried in the tall man’s neck to hide his tears. As well as his embarrassment. They walked quietly through the hallway leading back to Tyler’s room.

“Tyler it’ll be-” Dallon didn't get to finish his statement before he was interrupted by loud moans coming from one of the rooms. Tyler popped his head up.

“Where is that coming from?” The brunette questioned him. Dallon just kept walking. “Tell me where that's coming from!?” Tyler demanded as he gripped the collar on Dallon’s robe.

“......Josh’s room.” Dallon walked faster to Tyler’s room, but he was having it.

“No, you take me to his room!” Tyler pulled away from Dallon.

“We are not-”

“Then you let me down and I'll find it myself!” Tyler pounded on his chest to get him to release his grip.

“Ty-”

Slap.

Tyler had slap Dallon hard across the face and jumped out of his arms. He stumbled as he tried to follow the moans. He finally found the door, but stood there too afraid to go inside.