The one in which Ryan tortures Brendon mercilessly with a Hitachi Magic Wand... -Adnarim Smada
Written by Adnarim Smada
A Ryden One Shot
Disclaimer: Dude, if this had ever happened and I had knowledge of it, I would not be writing fan fiction. I would be passed out on the floor after one long screaming fit.
There was nothing like hitting the Las Vegas strip in the height of the evening. Even for two locals that had grown up in the city it would still never quite lose its charms. You know, after a long tour it was good to return home. Especially with Ryan as your slave master who whisked you away to the desert paradise of Nevada practically the second you came back.
Brendon now had his arms wrapped around Ryan's neck and shoulders as he was carried down the hall of the famous strip hotel they had chosen for the weekend. Ross may have been thinner than a dime and mad as a hatter or so his wrists would describe him but he was a lot stronger than he appeared. That's why he made the perfect slave driver.
Ross fumbled with his key card and took on the challenge of keeping Brendon, who in severe anticipation was already engaged in a form of groveling for him and by that I mean kissing his neck aggressively and quietly moaning, elevated.
"Mm mm enough of that." Ryan lightly scolded and here was the moment that Brendon knew his "troubles" (yeah right, he loved every minute of his boyfriend's dominating sessions) began.
He got to his knees. The singer was so well trained that it was a rare occurrence for Ryan to have to remind him of his status and force him there. "What do you desire Master?" He timidly inquired as he unbuttoned his shirt to slide it from his pale shoulders.
"Go lay down on the bed over there." He pointed to the piece of furniture stacked high with fluffy pillows. (Seriously how did these luxury hotels even manage to get them that way?) "On your back, don't make me tell you twice and you had better not move Brendon."
Confident that his lowly slave wouldn't dare defy him, the guitarist strolled over to his suitcase and took his time unzipping it and seeking his chosen torture devices for the night. He had actually pulled over when they had reached the out skirts of the glittering city just to give Brendon a glimpse of the Hitachi wand he'd be using on him tonight. Then he spent the entire evening up to this point occasionally murmuring hotly into his ear about what he planned to do him with it. Needless to say, Brendon was hard enough to cut diamond he was sure and his excitement was through the roof.
As Ryan smiled deviously at him while planting himself on top his hips, he couldn't help but mewl pathetically as long fingers that had about killed him with expert ministrations many times before secured double knots in the rope around his wrists. He was trapped, attached to the headboard as Ryan worked those pesky skinny jeans away with manipulative hands, thoroughly massaging his ass and making Brendon cry out at the groping.
"Oh Brendon, my little sex slave," He purred as he flipped himself over to reach the outlet so he could plug the magic wand in, the vocalist squirming and whining while he waited for his imminent doom, "everything you get," he leaned over him once more, switching the toy's significantly loud vibrations on, "you deserve."
It's hard to describe the helpless noise Brendon made when Ryan casually rubbed it against his length. It was sort of a combination of a broken squeak and a high pitched squeal.
Ross just laughed wickedly and continued his manipulation. Brendon yanked desperately at his binds, abdominal muscles flexing erratically. He couldn't even thrust up as Ryan's weight was just the right amount to keep him in place while he tormented the sensitive flesh of his head with the body rocking sensations.
Pre cum was weeping out of him with his needy panting and straining hips.
"Remember your place Brendon. You'd better not cum before I give you permission." Ryan's command only made it worse. Urie was quivering and spasming and practically having a noisy epileptic fit whilst attempting to hold back his orgasm as Ryan continued sliding that terribly wonderful buzzing object up and down his swollen red flesh. Brendon didn't know what to do with himself.
He didn't have the time to figure it out because the second his focus broke on not having his release, well, that's exactly what he did. He splattered all over his stomach in explosive waves of pleasure, shrieking.
When he was finished, he tensed up with dread as Ryan "tsked" at him, shooting him a disapproving glare. "That was a very naughty thing to do," Despite his word though, Ryan's lips turned up into a sly smirk, "but very well then, I guess I haven't been strict enough with you this evening, have I?"
He sighed heavily as he grabbed the metal ring off the bedside table. Brendon honestly started pleading with him as his master fastened it in place. Oh, how he hated that stupid cock ring. It was the worst yet it was what helped him achieve the best orgasms. His erection (yep, he was regrettably already hard again) pulsed painfully against it as he recalled past experiences.
"This should teach you a lesson in obedience, yes Brendon?" That's when he felt the guitarist licking him back to a point where he was hopeless and man, was it a glorious show for Ryan to watch. Suddenly Ryan added the Hitachi back into the mix and made Brendon rise to an ecstatic heaven. His mouth and tongue and the Cadillac of vibrators. What had Brendon ever done in his life to deserve to feel so painfully good?
Having to listen to Brendon whimper over his different head giving techniques and being vibrated into the next century made Ryan's self-control wear extremely thin, so much so that he rushed to discard his pants and to situate Brendon on top of his lap so he was able to lube up and finger him properly.
The wand never turned off as he played with his ass and massaged his prostate mercilessly. Ryan was frankly bewildered at the fact that his boyfriend hadn't come even with the help of cock ring. His bedroom skills weren't a joke and after years of being together and passionately in love he was proud to declare that he knew Brendon's body better than he knew it himself. I mean that was the only logical explanation behind the screams that were coming from the poor sweetheart as he continued his long drawn out prep.
It wouldn't be his dick that went in first much to Brendon's utter dismay. He needed it so bad. What went in was smooth and cold and even better as he would soon discover as Ryan turned the dial up on it. It sent unbearable vibrations through his sweet spot relentlessly and just when he thought he couldn't take anymore Ryan began to push in alongside it.
Ryan was groaning into his ear as he enjoyed the slow drag of the double penetration. Ugh, Ryan and the vibrator inside of him. Let's not even mention that Ryan was still kneading his erection with the Hitachi. Brendon couldn't believe it but he heard himself sniffling. He was truly sobbing in agonizing pleasure and that damn stupid ring was preventing him from tipping over the edge.
His body was on fire with nerve sizzling sensations and the head of his dick was now bright purple. He ground back into Ryan which only got him more extreme pressure against that ultra-sensitive gland. He wasn't allowed to come and that made him beg in a fashion that the most undignified he'd ever sounded yet in bed with Ryan.
Ryan kept the magic wand at a steady speed as he sucked behind his ear and emitted all his burning hot sex noises into Brendon's ear while he pounded into his perfect, curvaceous ass.
"Just a little bit longer," He bounced Brendon roughly over his body now, "and I'll reward you by making sure you come so hard you can't see straight." Brendon was sure his eyes were going to split in half at that moment and oh God, the visual Ryan had given himself was too much.
With shaky hands, he loosened the metal and the magic wand went all over Brendon. "Oh Brendon! Scream my name. Scream for your master." His voice cracked as he gracefully arched his back and trembled underneath him.
As the jets of Ryan's ejaculate pushed against his prostate Brendon's mouth opened wide but all he could struggle to get out was a vocal, strangled version of "Master!" The tears dripped down his pallid cheeks. Lord, this was a climax for the record books. It totally overwhelmed him and just kept going and going.
Ryan watched over him, smug and pleased with the fruit of his labor. Brendon twitched and cried and rose and fell two feet in the air more times than he could count. When no more could stir in both their bodies the guitarist finally removed the toys.
One sated and exhausted Brendon nuzzled up under his chin and Ryan snuggled him close to his chest. Brendon lay there clinging to him as they tiredly exchanged words of love and devotion.
What a great Friday night it had been and a wonderful welcome home.