Owned Part Ten B
Ryan rose from the chair, stepped over the pile in front of him and stood close to Brendon looking down at the stubborn boy. “I know what you need, Brendon. And that’s a different thing entirely. Now are you going to behave yourself and let me have my way with you or am I going to have to lock you in that closet over there and let you think about this for a while?”
Brendon held Ryan’s eye contact for as long as he could stand but the piercing green eyes were reading his mind again and he lowered his chin. “No.” He mumbled.
“No, you are not going to behave yourself or no, I am not going to have to lock you in the closet?”
“No you are not going to have to lock me in the closet.” Brendon sulked.
“Good. But for future reference I believe we had agreed on “No Ryan.”
“No Ryan.”
“That’s better. Now lift up your arms so I can take this adorable jumper off you.”
Brendon obeyed and Ryan stripped him to the waist, unable to stop himself from planting a sweet kiss on Brendon’s pouting lips.
“Arms down.” And down they went. “Now you are going to remain perfectly still and calm, Brendon, do you understand me?” It wasn’t really a question but Ryan was a stickler for punctuation.
He reached down to the floor and swept up the first length of hemp, un-knotting it and letting one end fall untangled to the ground. He doubled it over and found the centre. “Turn around.” Brendon turned, slightly intrigued by the obvious preparation Ryan had put into this. Ryan tied Brendon’s wrists off quickly behind his back; cinching the bind between the two hands to be sure it was good and tight. The rough rope dug into the soft flesh and Brendon wiggled slightly but kept his feet rooted to the spot. A long end still dangled from the rope and Ryan used it to repeat the bind around Brendon’s elbows, tugging them uncomfortably together behind the boy, forcing the shoulder blades backwards and the chest out. Brendon lost his balance for a second but Ryan held him firm and righted him. Brendon was squirming rhythmically in the bind, leaning back against Ryan, and it was clear that the tightness of the tie was causing pleasure more than it was pain.
“Does that feel good?” Ryan whispered in to the struggling boy’s ear.
“Hurts.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Feels good.”
Ryan lifted a hand up in front of Brendon’s face and gripped him round the neck, pulling him roughly backwards against his own body. Brendon pressed the back of his head in to Ryan’s torso and breathed heavily, lips parted.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes Ryan.”
“You want more don’t you?”
“Yes Ryan. Please.”
“Such a good boy.”
Ryan released Brendon’s neck and spun him round to face him. He loved the way Brendon’s chest stuck out, like he was offering himself up to his owner’s touch. Ryan stroked his face.
“Pretty face.” He kissed the cheek. “Pretty eyes.” He kissed the eyelids. “And these lips…well they’re something other than pretty, aren’t they Brendon?” He licked his tongue around the lips and Brendon poked out his own to taste it, circling it softly around Ryan’s, making the dominant boy shiver despite his control.
Ryan collected himself as best he could. He had a plan and he was bloody well going to stick to it. Ryan was nothing if not determined. He reached down and took up the roll of black electrical tape. Brendon’s eyes widened.
“Ry?”
“Shh. For me, okay?”
Brendon lowered his eyes and Ryan felt a rush of pride. He peeled back a strip of the tape and ripped it neatly from the roll. “Lift your chin and close your mouth Brendon.” Ryan placed the strip of tape firmly against Brendon’s full lips and rubbed it with his thumb to seal it in place. Then he peeled of another, then another and repeated the process until Brendon’s lips were completely lost, forced together beneath the matt black coating of tape.
Brendon groaned behind the gag and Ryan stroked his face, looking into his eyes. “So pretty.” He repeated and pressed his lips against the smooth surface of the tape, kissing and licking the gagged mouth.
“Mnnggh”
“Kneel down.” Commanded Ryan once he had managed to tear his lips away.
Brendon was a mess by now and fell awkwardly to his knees, losing his balance without his arms to support him. Ryan steadied him and crouched down in front of the boy, feeling so much love and concern for his little pet. Ryan kissed him again. So much kissing wasn’t in the original plan but Ryan could adapt when necessary.
“Ready for your collar now, little puppy?”
Brendon nodded his head and looked up at Ryan. Ryan picked up the collar and held it up in front of his pet’s eyes. Brendon lowered his chin respectfully and Ryan buckled the collar carefully in place, smiling at Brendon’s sharp intake of breath and slight quiver of pleasure. Ryan straightened the tag and ruffled Brendon’s hair.
“Very nice. I’m going to put you on your back now, baby. It’s going to hurt your arms a bit but I won’t leave you there long, promise.” Brendon nodded his consent and Ryan carefully cradled him in his arms and laid him gently on his back, placing his legs so that the knees were bent, feet flat on the floor.
Ryan took up another length of hemp rope and applied pressure to Brendon’s right knee so that the leg was doubled up and he could bind the calf to the thigh. Brendon squirmed uncomfortably on his arms. His jeans were pulled tighter across his hips. Ryan repeated the action on the other leg as gently as he could so that Brendon’s legs were forced into a permanent kneeling position. Ryan helped the boy back up and Brendon found that he could balance on his knees and his tiptoes but had to keep his legs spread wide to control his centre of gravity. He struggled against the ropes more forcefully now and Ryan watched him steadily, ready to catch him if he tipped over.
“There now. You look so fucking perfect Brendon.” Brendon looked up with imploring eyes but there was absolutely nothing he could do except concentrate on holding the position and try to ignore the throbbing erection that was now straining in his pants.
Ryan fetched his Sidekick then and Brendon gulped at what was next. They both knew the dangers of making a record of such activities. The whole Fueled By Ramen family had graduated from the Pete Wentz School of Stupidity with honours and Brendon knew Ryan would not do anything to put him or the band in danger.
“I’m just gonna take one, baby. Then I’m going to rip it straight on to the laptop and save it on the hard-drive. Then I’m going to delete it from here. Trust me?”
Brendon blinked up at him and nodded helplessly.
Ryan held up the device to immortalise Brendon’s submission. To his credit, Brendon looked straight up into the lens and didn’t flinch when Ryan saved the image. He waited patiently, squirming a little in his bonds, while Ryan plugged the Firewire into his laptop and downloaded the image he had just captured.
“There we go…” Said Ryan, holding the Sidekick up so Brendon could see the words Image Deleted on the screen. “Want to see yourself?” He indicated the laptop that was on the table nearby. Brendon shook his head clearly from side to side. “Aww but you look so adorable!” The head shook again. Brendon was struggling enough to deal with the image in his head of what he must look like. To see the truth laid out in all its pixelated glory would be too much. “Okay, love.” Ryan crouched down and patted Brendon’s head and stroked his cheek and kissed his earlobe.
“Alright?” He whispered into Brendon’s ear, continuing to pet and sooth him. Brendon nodded and whined a little and tried to nuzzle into Ryan, nearly falling over on his side and having to be caught by the older boy.
“Are you ready for something new?”
Brendon tried to say “Anything” but it came out as a grunt and he had to nod his head vigorously to support the statement.
Ryan stood up in front of the kneeling boy and began to unbuckle his belt. Brendon’s eyes widened for a second when he thought he might be in for another beating. He didn’t think he could handle the short sharp shocks of the belt on top of the dull aching pain of the ropes. But when Ryan cast the belt to one side and began unbuttoning his jeans, his meaning became all too clear and Brendon swallowed and sat up straighter and tried to stop his heart from bursting through his chest.
“This okay?” Questioned Ryan, sensing Brendon’s sudden tension.
“Mmmm…mmmm” Brendon’s head bobbed up and down but his eyes stayed fixed on the spot where Ryan was now lowering his jeans, revealing a pair of clean, tight cotton boxers that clung to his hips. His erection formed a long, curved lump that pointed slightly to his left and Brendon let out a moan at the sight of it, feeling his own cock stirring appreciatively inside his jeans.
“Do you want this?” Ryan’s voice was barely a whisper and Brendon knew that he was scared too.
“Mmmm…” He nodded more slowly and lifted his gaze to lock on to Ryan’s eyes, trying to convey to him just how very, very much he wanted it. That mind reading trick would be helpful right now.
Ryan moved tentatively forwards until his narrow hips were inches from Brendon’s face and he could feel the heat from the captive boy’s face creeping through the fabric of his underwear. He didn’t move forward further. He wanted Brendon to give him this, he didn’t want to take it.
Brendon stayed still too for a few minutes, breathing in the scent of Ryan through his nose. It did things to his mind that no drug had ever managed. He wanted to get closer, press his cheek against the bulge and feel the way it was so fucking alive. He nuzzled forwards and pressed his gagged mouth against the outline of Ryan’s erection. Ryan held firm and gritted his teeth, moving a hand down to move Brendon’s head just a little to the side so that he could see him, watch what he was doing.
Brendon’s head was moving back and forth now. He couldn’t get his face close enough to Ryan’s body, couldn’t breath him in deep enough, couldn’t move his hands to grab Ryan’s buttocks or open his mouth to worship him properly. He began to whine his frustrations through the gag.
Ryan held on to the back of Brendon’s head and started to grind against his face. He had thought before that at a moment like this he would want to take the tape off and let Brendon’s lips perform the job they were clearly designed to do. Instead he just rubbed and rubbed his hard cock against Brendon’s helpless mouth. Every now and then Brendon would moan and the tape would vibrate between his lips and Ryan’s cock and the two of them would become frenzied, locked together in this bizarre dance, not caring how strange it looked or how uncomfortable they were.
At his climax Ryan simply held Brendon’s face trapped against his crotch, cutting off his breathing, his sticky seed leaking into his underwear and then seeping through the fabric and on to Brendon’s hot cheek. They stayed like that, part of each other, Ryan stroking the back of Brendon’s neck, Brendon forcing himself to kneel up a little further, straining in his bonds, gently nuzzling his cheek against Ryan’s stomach and making incoherent sounds through the now damp and slightly peeling gag.
Ryan knew not to leave it too long before releasing Brendon and cleaning him up. Important that Brendon was still ‘in the zone’…subspace, Ryan had heard it called. It would be hard for Brendon to come back to reality and find himself still bound, helpless and with Ryan’s mess across his cheek. So despite every muscle in his body wanting to collapse in a gooey heap, Ryan forced himself to untie Brendon’s arms, gently helping him stretch out the muscles, massaging the shoulder blades with the tips of his fingers. He moved Brendon so that he was leaning against the armchair and knelt down in front of him to untie his legs, stretching them out too and taking hold of one of the little feet in his hand, rolling the ankle round, bringing it up to his lips and planting a kiss on the pink sock. He leant across him and pulled the gag carefully away from the skin, glad that Brendon’s saliva had moistened it enough so that it didn’t hurt him. He mopped his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt and then took it off and tossed it to one side.
Brendon’s eyes had been closed the whole time and Ryan knew that that was what he needed. When he finally opened them it was to find Ryan’s face close, his pretty eyes gazing lovingly at his friend.
“I fucking love you Brendon Urie.”