Tyrant

Chapter 8

A/N: Hello babies of the Fruit. Mommy actually came back the next day! Talk about crazy.
A friend pushed me to post this so thank you for that.
So prepare yourself for this game of over 3,700 words of smut fest called
WHO'S YOUR MASTER
Enjoy!

Brendon's movements quickened. Tyler was stumbling as he tried to keep up with the fast pace. Master Wentz and Patrick following behind effortlessly. Seems they knew their way around the place. More than the brunette of course.

"So I see you changed the decor around." Master Wentz inquired as he took in the new wallpaper and furniture that lined the hallway. "Oh wait didn't you tell me Songbird was a painter?" He then leaned in closer to Tyler. "You must make a painting for me. I loved the one you did of Brendon. I'd pay if you like?" His smile was genuine, but the boy couldn't imagine painting for anyone else. Least of all friends of the man who hurt him so much.

Tyler just closed his eyes and sighed at the floor. Not even willing to answer his question. He knew that would anger the man, but to his surprise Master Wentz or Pete as Brendon addresses him, smiled and put a soft hand on his shoulder blade. "I understand, maybe in a better setting my pretty little fern" Pete cooed and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Brendon of course was not happy. "Would you stop trying to woo my pet. His name is Songbird and nothing else." He groaned at the other man. "And honestly, what is with your constant need to be liked so much? You know it's literally impossible to please everyone so why bother pleasing anyone at all?" His tone was harsh, but Tyler could see a glint of hurt in his eyes. But seeing how he had no place to speak, he chose to file it away for another time.

They finally entered a dark room. Sheer drapes obscured the inner part of the room, giving them much needed privacy from the outside. But to the small brunette it felt it was to keep him trapped inside. 

He jumped when his vision was cut off by some sort of soft fabric. A nervous gasp left his lips as his heart began pumping faster. Sweat already slowly seeping to the surface. Tyler had no idea what to expect and that alone terrified him.

"Relax Songbird, I got you" Brendon's sweet voice filled his ears. He could feel that his Master was close to his cheek. Leaving long loving kisses down to his neck. Tyler knew he couldn't trust what he said, but those lips of his were toxic. And no matter what he knew he shouldn't do, he became powerless under Brendon's skillful touch.

Suddenly Tyler felt that devilish touch rub down his arms. Carefully taking his wrists and locking them behind his back.

"N-no please..Bren-....Mas-...n-no…" Tyler began to ramble as tears welled up in his eyes. He was certain that whenever he was confined that only pain would follow.

"Shhh, baby don't cry. My pretty little bird is only here to play a game." Brendon's tooth rotting sweet voice sounded over his cries. Tyler froze as he felt the brunette circle round in front of him.

"A-a….game...Master?" Tyler spoke hesitantly.

Brendon smiled warmly, he knew his pet couldn't see his face so it was more for his guest then him to see. "Yes my pet, a game." He then started undoing Tyler's pants, much to the boy's dismay. "Now no wiggling, it's going to be fun, I promise you'll enjoy this." He leaned in to kiss him.

Those lips again, it was obvious that he was trying to put Tyler under his spell again. And unfortunately it was working like a charm. The boy eagerly opened his mouth hoping Brendon would deepen the embrace. To which he did. All while he finished undoing his pants. Tyler was so into the sexy tango the two were performing orally that he didn't notice his pants dropped to the floor. His only indication was a strong grip on his penis.