After the end, Tord is kidnapped by the black army. No matter what he has to go through Tord refuses to tell them where his army base is, but there's only so much one person can take before they break.
(MAJOR GORE AND TRIGGER WARNING) Yes I made th...
"Come on baby, don't be a tease." Tyler cooed, motioning for him to come closer. Paul crawled up to him, setting himself down on his lap. He ground down with a grin. "You look so good like this." He smiled. Paul was in a black, off the shoulder maid dress with pastel pink thigh-highs on.
"Thank you, master," Paul mumbled, leaning in to kiss him. Tyler tangled his fingers in Paul's hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Paul allowed him to take control, letting his tongue explore his mouth. His hands slipped down, squeezing his thighs and picking at the lining on his stocking, allowing them to snap against his soft skin. He pulled back, biting his lip as his hand slid up his skirt.
"What do you want, baby?"
"Touch me, please. Make me feel good." He mumbled, rocking his hips. Tyler chuckled at his eagerness, biting his shoulders softly. Paul gasped, and he lapped at it apologetically.
"Sorry dear, but you'll have to ask better than that. Now tell me, what do you want me to do to you?" He purred, nibbling on his ear and relishing in the full-body sutter he received.
"I want you to fuck me, I want to be stuffed full of your cock till I can't take it anymore. I want you to pound me into the bed so hard I'll feel it for weeks, want you to tell me how much of a slut I am." Paul said slowly, pushing Tyler back onto the bed with a hungry look on his face. Who was Tyler to deny such a lovely request? He bucked up, pulling Paul down at the same time. His face flushed a beautiful shade of crimson, hot pink eyes fluttering shut.
"Fuck, you really are Master's little cumslut, aren't you?" He smirked, pulling Paul down to smash their lips together. His hands moved to explore, and soon his mouth followed as he broke the kiss to suck more Hickey's on Paul's pale neck. The danish man groaned, gripping his crisp white overcoat.
Tyler sat up, moving Paul to sit on the bed. Paul stared up expectantly. "Stay right there, baby. Master's gonna make sure you'll never forget this night." Tyler chuckled. He moved over to a box full of fun things and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He held them up for Paul to see, watching as excitement and fear flashes in his bright eyes. After grabbing something else from the box, he walked over and carefully fastened the cuffs over his delicate wrist. "Close your eyes, baby, I've got a surprise for you."
Paul did as he was told, a giddy smile on this face. Taking a piece of fabric, he tied it around Paul's eyes, smirking to himself. He stepped back to take a look at him.
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"Open your eyes." Paul smiled wider, body shivering in anticipation. "Do you like them?"
"I love them, Master" he purred, biting his lip. Tyler walked over, dipping Paul back into the pile of soft pillows, crawling over top of him.
"Are you gonna be a good boy?"
"Only for you…" he mumbled as Tyler hooked the small chain connecting his wrist on the bedpost. Tyler let his fingers ghost across exposed skin.
"Don't worry baby, I'm gonna fuck you up."
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When pat opened his eyes, he found himself on the hard stone ground in what looked like a cell all alone. He sat up, looking around in panic. His wrists were shackled, a chain connecting him to the wall. He tugged and pulled on them, but they didn't budge. Biting his lip, he tried to calm himself. It was fine… they probably just… He gripped his hair as horrible thoughts filled his head.
The door suddenly opened and in walked his brother, pushing a silver cart. Patryck snarled when he saw him. "Where are they! What have you done?" Pat snapped, glaring at his brother.
"They're in their rooms, I didn't do anything. Calm down, will you?" Pay sighed, stepping closer and taking out a plate and bottled water from the cart. He set it down on the floor in front of him, face calm.
"Why should I? You're trapping us here!"
"Black leaders keeping you here, I have no say in this." Pay frowned, sitting down in front of him, leaning back against the cart. Pat frowned, but it was hard to come up with an argument when there was a plate of food right there and he was starving.
"Just gonna watch me eat?"
"I have to make sure you aren't starving yourself." Pat rolled his eyes, taking another bite of food. Man, he's never been so happy to eat eggs. A thought suddenly popped into his head and he stopped.
"How do I know this isn't poisoned?"
"Why would it be poisoned? Did you not just hear me?"
"I don't trust you! I have no reason to believe you wouldn't kill me the first chance you got."
"Pat, we may not be close but you're still my brother. I don't want to hurt you." He almost looked hurt by the accusation.
"You bashed my skull in with a wrench." Pat deadpanned.
"You brought that upon yourself. I didn't want to, but you really crossed a line." Fair enough, but he wasn't gonna give Pay this one.
"You still almost killed me."
"And I made sure you didn't die."
"So that makes up for everything? Am I supposed to forgive you?"
"Look, I'll make it up to you, Kay? For now, let's just be civil. Have a conversation."
"Make it up to me? How do you plan to do that?" Pat hummed, taking a sip of his water. The cool liquid soothed his dry throat.
"Surprise."
"Bitch." Patryck said, but there wasn't any malice behind the word.
"I know." Pay shook his head, smiling softly. They sat in silence, Patryck finishing his plate and water. He stared at the ground, feelings of guilt filling him for reasons he didn't know.
"Are you doing this to get back at me?"
"What?"
"I mean, it was basically my fault you're childhood sucked. Why else would you join the army trying to kill my son?"
"No pat. I'm not that salty." Pay sighed, feeling a little hurt pat would think like that.
"Then why are you here? Why are you doing this?"
"They have someone I love very much. If I don't do this, they'll be killed."
"Who?"
Pay pulled out a locket, showing him the picture inside. It was of a small boy with wild hair and gold eyes. "Sharpie, my son."
"Oh." Pat felt even worse now. The boy looked so young, he didn't deserve this. As much as pat would like to deny it, he knew he'd do the same thing if tord was in danger. Pay sighed, tucking the trinket back in his shirt. He stood and grabbed the plate and bottle, dumping them back into the cart. "Are you leaving?"
"Can't stay here forever."
"Will you come back?"
"Gotta feed you, duh."
"Will they be okay?" Pay faltered, standing quietly for a few seconds before he sighed sadly.
"I don't know, I really wish I did but I don't."
Sighing softly, Pat watched as Pay left. What was he gonna do. Was there anything he could? He stared down the stone floor as his tears began to fall. He prayed and prayed.
Please let this turn out alright.
A / N Oh pat, you must not know who's writing this. Also Katee, I'm sorry. Sorry for thr bad art, I suck at backgrounds.
