Tyrant

Chapter 7

A/N: Hello hello Fruits, your Mommy is here!
I know I said I would update more just to disappear again. And for that I'm so sorry.
Life just always seems to hit me in the face....hard.

Just know this is only the beginning.

Enjoy!
💐

The two men walked slowly hand in hand. The shorter one's stomach was in knots with each step he took. Heart crashing violently against his ribcage as his grip tightened around the other man's hand. Tyler was certain that he would crush Dallon's hand under the weight of his anxiety. But fortunately the tall man wasn't the least bit phased. He just continued to pull him along. They were running behind schedule after all and he'd hate to look bad in front of the guests.

"D-dallon?" Tyler's mouth was dry, his vocal cords were slowly restricting anything above a whisper.

"Yes Tyler?" Dallon exhaled with a quirk of his brows towards the shorter man. He could sense the other one's frantic behavior and he couldn't understand again why their master would choose such an uncooperative sub. But given the circumstances, Tyler seemed to be new to the whole idea of sex let alone this sort of lifestyle so the tall brunette decided to cut him some slack. "Don't worry so much. I assure you that Master Wentz and Patrick are far from the monsters you think they are. They are the nicest you'll ever hope to meet within our community. Now please stop stalling ." He then took a deep breath and yanked the brunette closer to him as he continued to walk down the hall.

Tyler couldn't help getting a whiff of Dallon's lovely aroma. It was like he was alluring without even trying. Maybe being under Brendon's care for so long caused a side effect of incredible sexiness or something. Tyler gulped because his mind always went to crazy parts of his mind when he was nervous. He was never one for people and Brendon knew that. So why would he force such a thing on him now? But then again considering the situation it was no longer his Mr. Wonderful, only Master remained. And what Master wanted he got.

When they finally made it inside the den Brendon and his guests were sharing a nice laugh. One, a tan man dressed fairly business casual suit without a tie and dark powerful eyes. The other was a shorter pale man with softer features, dressed in a plain shirt and jeans. Clearly this one was the sub to the other.

"Nice of you two to finally join us." Brendon smiled with a calm enough tone, but his eyes showed much anger behind them.

Dallon instantly dropped his head. "Please Master forgive our tardiness. Songbird needed assistance getting dressed. He was still quite sore from yesterday's punishment." He informed. It wasn't a lie, but the shorter man wish he didn't tell these two new people who Tyler had no idea of, that he was "sore". Just another stroke of embarrassment for him.

Brendon's face softened immediately, much to Tyler's surprise at the news. "Aw you poor thing, come here Songbird and let me make you feel all better" He reached out to the brunette who was still cowering behind the taller one. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move.

Josh and Sarah was giving the man a worrying look. They knew the consequences for disobeying a command. No matter how sweetly their Master put it, everything he said was a direct order that was not to be taken lightly. Least of all in front of another Master. 

Tyler still didn't move from his spot. And now the whole room was silently gazing at his small figure behind Dallon. 

"Songbird I said come over here so I can make you feel better. You're being very rude to our guests as well." Brendon's smile soon dropped and his tone was not so inviting anymore. Tyler was still afraid, but this change in Brendon's voice was never good so he slowly reached for his hand. To which he was then roughly yanked onto his Master's lap. "See that wasn't so bad now was it?" Brendon smiled as he peppered light kisses to Tyler's neck. The brunette didn't move, his heart was pounding from too many eyes one him as it was.