Tyrant

Chapter 11

A/N: Hi Babies!
I only intended to be away for my birthday last week, but for some reason depression decided to show up for my party. And well I left way longer than I wanted to. For that I'm sorry, and I'll keep on trying to be here for you guys.
Don't give up on me.

Be prepared for some good smut.
Enjoy!

"Yes I would like you to help me, but first come here." Brendon instructed. Of course Josh followed and walked closer. His hands shaking slightly. "Kneel Canary." 

Josh easily dropped to his knees by Brendon's lap. His Master instinctively combed fingers through the boy's curls. Curls that were strangely damp and lifeless. He knew the simple action would calm his fragile little birdy down. Josh hummed as he leaned into the touch.

"There's nothing to fear Canary, if you tell me what you did then maybe I won't be so mad at you." Brendon smiled as he spoke softly.

The yellow boy teared up because the punishment for breaking main rules would surely be severe.

"I-I'm sorry Master….I-I was so distraught about Songbird's wellbeing t-that I guess I just lost my head." Josh sniffled as he dropped his head even lower.

"And who was it?" Brendon's fingers began to comb in a rougher motion, being sure to snag every knot he could and yanked it loose.

The yellow boy hissed at his coarse manner, but knew better than to move away. "It was no one else, promise I was alone. I just had a very satisfying masturbation session." The boy whimpered out. His tears already falling.

Pete smirked at the boy, he could smell that stench a mile away. And it wasn't masturbation. "Say Bren, why don't you go easy on the little guy. I'm sure he didn't mean it, right Canary?" He went from speaking in general to speaking directly at the boy.

Josh quickly nodded his head, still too ashamed to look either of them in the face. "M-master was being scary a-and I didn't think h-he'd help me...s-so I...I…" He broke down sobbing. "Please Master forgive me"

Brendon frowned as his hand stopped in the boy's hair. He then gripped his hair and pulled his head back to look at him. Tears flowed down Josh's cheeks, his eyes big and red, loud pants coming from his mouth as his chest heaved. Damn this boy could make crying so sexual. "You're protecting someone and it doesn't take a genius to deduce who that 'someone' is Canary." He glared down at his frightened pet.

"M-master...I couldn't think straight, everything was so cloudy, b-but he helped me. Please don't punish him for my mistake?" Josh begged so nicely. It was true Brendon seemed to have a small very small but still existing soft spot for his Canary's pleas. Especially when he cried with them too.

"Strip." Brendon commanded.

"B-but that doesn't-"

"I SAID STRIP CANARY." Brendon roared at him. His outburst even made Pete flinch. Josh jumped and cried some more. He was afraid, but he stood up and striped just as instructed. In no time flat he stood naked before the two men.

"Now bend over my lap." Brendon narrowed his eyes at the boy. Canary shivered under such a glare, but it wasn't all from fear. He laid down over his Master's lap. "Good boy, so tell me just how did he help you? And I want every detail." His good hand was roughly kneading the boy's ass.

Josh gulped loudly. A blush already forming on his face. His Master knew the boy was only vocal in private. And even then he never really said the words, he was just good enough to get what he wanted without having to ever ask for it.