Tyrant

Chapter 9

A/N: Hello Fruity babies!

Mommy loves you all so much that I wrote a bunch of chapters so I can shower you all with updates!
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Well I will say me and my internet service aren't seeing eye to eye right now so it may still take awhile for me to actually post things online. Just a heads up.

Anyhoo it only gets more crazy from here, not to mention spicy
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A soft knock came on the door before Josh let himself inside. "You called for me Master?" His voice low with his medical bag in his hands.

Brendon didn't acknowledge his presence. He was now sat on the edge of the bed. His brows low and etched in anger, fingers knitted tightly over the bridge of his nose. The man's gaze was out into space. 

Josh frowned at his appearance. Brendon's silence only meant a bad mood was brewing. The yellow haired boy looked behind his Dom to see Tyler lying on his side on the bed. Eyes closed and still nude as bloody cum was still pooling from his lower region. He wasn't moving. The young doctor knew better than to ask what exactly happened and so he just got to work.

Once Josh got closer to the two he could see small trimmers in Brendon's shoulders. He was quick to open his bag and hand over a blunt with a lighter. "Here Master, I thought you could probably use a good smoke." Josh smiled as he tried to keep things light hearted.

Brendon finally looked his way and took the blunt, firing it up within an instant. Still not saying a word to the boy. Yet that small gesture put Josh at ease and he pulled on his latex gloves and went to his exterior examination.

A stethoscope to Tyler's chest to listen to his heart beat. Pressure applied to his wrist to measure his heart rate. Light to inspect the pupils. And a pinch to the boy's nose to gain a minor response to make sure the airways were clear and working properly. Josh wrote down all his findings. He was always very thorough. Now it was on to the interior portion. The yellow haired boy barely got two fingers inside Tyler before he could feel the tearing. A frown formed on his face. He hated to see anyone hurt of any kind.

Josh had to fight off the tears when he felt a hand in his hair. "Don't cry Canary, you have a task to finish." Brendon glared down at the boy as he now stood over him. It was a soft glare, but an order was an order.

"Yes Master, I'll be sure to concentrate" Josh answered and with a quick wipe of his eyes, he was back to work. His fingers ventured further to measure the depth and severity of the tearing. "He's hurt pretty bad...torn a lot, but thankfully it isn't too deep. And the bleeding stopped already so that's a good sign. But umm…" Josh bit his lip nervously.

"Spit it out already. Can you fix him or can't you?" Brendon's patience was growing thinner by the minute and his anger was quickly rising.

"Of course I can fix him Master, but...I-I would have to stitch up the tears and well…" The yellow haired boy put his head down. This wasn't going to be the easiest thing to say. And the last person he wanted to say it to was his Master.

"CANARY." Brendon roared as the last bit of his patience flew out the window. He snatched the boy back on his feet by his hair. Forcing the yelping boy to face him. "You better start talking and I mean now." His growl was enough to make the boy tremble.

"T-the stitches m-means n-no sex Master." Josh stuttered out.

"For how long?" Brendon narrowed his eyes. His hand tightening its grip on the back of the yellow haired boy's neck.