Dominance

"It's a little tight," Ian squirmed.

"No, I think it's perfect."

"Dude, it's too tight. I'm losing all the feeling in my-"

"How's this?" Anthony repositioned Ian's leg against the wall.

"Ah, t-that's better. Thanks."

"No prob," he smiled. "Now for your mouth," he said moving in closer.

"Whoa, w-w-wait a second! Hold on!"

"Iaaan," Anthony smiled knowingly. "Come on, don't pussy out on me just yet. This was your idea, remember?"

"But…" he whimpered. "My stubble…"

"That's your own fault. You should have shaved." Anthony grinned as the sound of the roll in his hands ripped through the silence of the giant studio in a loud echo.

"Dammit," Ian cursed under his breath in defeat. "Okay... I'm ready."

Anthony smirked.

"Good."

He bit down on the duct tape in his hands and tore off the strip in one swift motion. Ian whimpered but Anthony's smiled just grew wider. He duct taped his poor defenseless video partner to the wall with a sly grin and glided his hand across the strip over his mouth with a snicker, ensuring it wasn't coming off any time soon.

"That's perfect!" the female voice behind them suddenly boomed. Anthony stepped back as she dabbed Ian's face with a makeup brush, making sure not even a single hair was out of place. Ian's eyes followed Anthony to the other man in the studio.

"I think we're ready for this shoot," Anthony smiled to the man setting up the camera.

"Oh you boys are so creative. I just love it!" The young flamboyant cameraman in the tight V-neck beamed.

Anthony felt Ian's eyes burning on him and he chuckled to himself in an almost menacing way. He walked back to him, leaning in near Ian's ear. His hot breath tickled the fine hairs on Ian's face as Anthony's low voice snickered "payback's a bitch."

Ian felt a deeply disturbing feeling form in the pit of his stomach. He knew exactly what Anthony was referring to and he let out a small whimper, hanging his head low. He felt a hand gently caress the finely crafted bowl haircut he always donned and he looked back up.

"Hey buddy, don't worry. It'll all be over soon," he said almost too nicely.

Ian nodded and let out a muffled cry of acknowledgement. Deep down he knew he wasn't going to get off that easily.

It was about half an hour when the last half of the shoot was over. They had spend the earlier part of that day taking other promo shots and had saved the duct tape ones for last, seeing as how it would just be easier for everyone that way.

When the photo shoot was finally over with the makeup artist walked up to Ian to help him out of the tape but Anthony quickly jumped in front of her.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I'll get him down." He flashed her one of his irresistibly handsome smiles and she felt herself become flustered with no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Thank you so much. You've done enough work today." Anthony patted her on the back leading her out the door with her makeup case in hand.

"B-but I..."

"We'll keep in touch! Bye!" Before she could protest Anthony had already rushed her out the door.

"I'm gonna run along too loves," their photographer suddenly piped in. He had finished packing away his camera and was standing behind him. He leaned in and in a hushed voice whispered to Anthony. "Seems like you have plans for the evening yourself," he snickered glancing in Ian's direction.