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Ryan growled as he made his way to Brendon’s room, his pants restricting the painful erection he was being forced to sport, because of Brendon. Brendon fucking Urie who failed at killing Deacon. Brendon fucking Urie who wasn’t giving him any information he could give to Beckett. Brendon fucking Urie, who was going to get him off, whether or not he liked it.

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Ryan moaned as he supported himself with his hands on Beckett’s stomach while he rolled and writhed his hips against his Master’s. He panted softly as he used his Master’s cock to please himself, a rare gift Beckett gave his Boys and he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He had quickly straddled his Master, after stripping them both, and impaled his bottom on the thick, erect cock belonging to the one he adored and worshiped. His body trembled at the feel of his Master’s hands lightly brushing against the small of his back before resting on his hips, guiding him where Beckett wanted him to go.

Beckett smirked with his lusty eyes at the flushed cheeks and dropped jaw of his pet as Ryan let him guide those gorgeous hips of his. He groaned as he thrust up when bringing Ryan down, causing his cock to press into Ryan’s prostate, which in turn made Ryan cry out as he got dangerously close to his release. Beckett lifted Ryan and pulled him down harder a couple more times, grinning through his soft pants when Ryan began to clench in spasms around his cock, a sign he was getting closer to his release. And it was at that point he decided to bring Ryan’s hips to an abrupt halt, pulled tight against his own so that his cock was resting right against Ryan’s prostate. “Don’t cum,” he growled out, his lips turning into a smirk as his cock twitch.

Ryan cried out in protest with how close he was. “B-But, Master, why?” He whimpered, his eyes shooting open to settle on Beckett.

“Have you found anything on why I can still feel Deacon?” Beckett questioned, his cock twitching inside his pet, making Ryan gasp as it got harder to hold back his orgasm.

Ryan cursed silently as he shook his head, looking stricken. “No, Master,” Ryan answered, his body writhing slightly even though he was trying to fight it.

“You have had nearly two weeks, and nothing?” Beckett questioned, lifting a brow at his pet, who whimpered with need.

“No, Master, nothing,” Ryan barely got out before he was pulled from his Master’s cock. “M-Master?”

“Get out. And you are not allowed to get yourself off, either,” Beckett said, annoying lacing his tone as the door opened and one of the other boys, Mikey Way, walked in, casting a glance and a smirk at Ryan before crawling onto the bed next to Beckett, who wrapped a loose arm around his slender waist.

Ryan stared with a clenched jaw as a Boy in a favored spot lower than him curled up in his spot. “Yes, Master,” he managed to get out as he went to work pulling on his pants.

“You know, with a cock like that, and such a loose ass, it’s no wonder Master Beckett called me in to finish up what you couldn’t,” taunted Mikey in Ryan’s mind, making Ryan glare at the older male before he left the room, resisting the urge to slam the door.

Ryan clenched his fists outside the door as the stares began, everyone in the mansion knowing what it meant when one of Beckett’s Boys left with a still hard cock; they were being punished, or they were unsatisfactory.

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Ryan pounded on Brendon’s bedroom door, his body trembling with anger and his need to get off. As soon as the door opened and Brendon had appeared in the doorway, Ryan forced the younger male inside, taking the chance for him being startled to force his way into Brendon’s mind. He grinned on the inside when Brendon crushed him against the nearest wall, raping Ryan’s mouth with his tongue as his hands quickly worked on Ryan’s pants, and Ryan worked on Brendon’s pants.

Brendon watched from inside his own mind as Ryan held him under his control, not letting go, which made it impossible for him to get away from Ryan. He knew what it meant to have his way with the very attractive male, but because of the damned whore being in his mind, all he wanted to do was fuck the daylights out of him.

Ryan moaned as Brendon moved his mouth to his neck, kissing and nipping random spots while they pushed down each other’s pants until the material fell on its own. He immediately wrapped his hand around Brendon’s already hard, throbbing cock, his eyes going wide at the size before another nip at his neck brought his attention back to what he was doing. He licked his hand and put it back on the throbbing cock, stroking to spread his spit over it as Brendon’s hand slid down and between his legs, two fingers forcing their way inside of him. His jaw dropped as the two fingers pushed inside of him, making a thick bead of pre form on his head before sliding down the underside of his cock, only to wiped away by Brendon, who licked his hand, smirking at Ryan.

Brendon slid in a third finger, smirking with satisfaction as Ryan whimpered like a true whore and clenched tight around his fingers. “How bad do you want this, Ryan?” He growled as he curled his fingers inside Ryan’s body, making Ryan’s eyes roll back into his head as he gasped.

“So fucking, oh God, bad,” he moaned as he stroked Brendon’s cock faster, squeezing at the base. He shivered at the deep, sexy moan that came from Brendon’s throat. “Please fuck me, Brendon,” he begged. “Bend me over and fuck me, now!” He cried out as Brendon pushed his fingers in to the bottom knuckles and curled them again.

“You really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?” Brendon taunted, making Ryan glare at him. “Oh don’t get so pissy after you just begged me to fuck you,” he chuckled deep in his throat as he removed his fingers from Ryan’s body and turned him so his upper torso was against the wall.

Ryan moaned against the wall as Brendon forced his cock inside of him, stretching and filling him. He shook against the wall, making him glad he wasn’t human anymore, or he was sure his legs would have given out when Brendon roughly grabbed his hips and began to rock in and out of him. He pushed back, meeting every one of Brendon’s hard, needy thrusts, keeping his moans as quiet as he could, even though he wanted to scream with how thick Brendon was.

Brendon dug his fingertips into Ryan’s hips as he fucked his semi rival hard, setting a fast pace to work with, although he knew he wouldn’t last much longer with how long it has been since he had been buried inside someone else, instead of having his cock wrapped by his hand. He pounded into Ryan harder, wanting to make sure he left an impression in the damn brat’s mind for making him unable to stop this. If he couldn’t stop it, then Ryan had damn well better remember that there is someone better than William Beckett.

“Oh God, Brendon!” He cried out in Brendon’s mind as his orgasm racked his body, aside from the still coming thrusts from Brendon. He dug his nails into the wall, panting as his orgasm continued to wash over him, and Brendon wasn’t helping either since he was pounding into his prostate. “Fuck, Brendon...”

Hearing his name moaned by Ryan, in his mind, one last time, pushed Brendon over the edge, and into the black oblivion of an intense orgasm. His mind blanked as he buried his cock to the hilt in Ryan’s ass, filling him with his fluids as his hips jerked in spasms against Ryan’s own hips. When his orgasm finally let up enough to be able to focus, Brendon’s eyes narrowed at Ryan, who still panted softly against the wall; who had let go of his hold on Brendon’s mind.

“Dammit Ryan!” Brendon exclaimed. “What the Hell were you thinking!? Beckett’s going to fucking kill me!”

Ryan exhaled and then inhaled deeply, looking over his shoulder at Brendon, who despite his panic attack, was still buried inside of him. Ryan grinned when his sudden clench silenced Brendon’s rant and replaced it with a moan. He reached behind him and between them and slowly pushed back, making Brendon pull out from his body, making he himself moan. “Oh god that felt good,” he moaned softly before he turned to face Brendon who was now pulling up his pants. “Who cares? At least you had a good lie before you die, right?”

Brendon glared at Ryan, suddenly feeling used, betrayed for some reason, and angered that he used him not caring what their Master would do. Before Ryan had a chance to react, Brendon drew back his hand and slapped him. “You fucking bastard! My life is more important that you getting laid,” he growled out at the stunned Ryan.

Ryan slowly came out of his stunned daze, his eyes going red as he looked at Brendon. “Contrary to what you believe, Brendon, no it isn’t. You’re easily replaced.”

“Apparently you’re more easily replaced than I am,” Brendon shot back, “or else Mikey wouldn’t have been called in to finish your job.”

Ryan’s breath caught in his throat as he felt like Brendon had stabbed him. He had seen it for himself, but hearing it from an outside source only made it even harder. He tried to form some kind of come back, tried to say anything, but for some reason, he couldn’t. He felt something he hadn’t felt since he was human, something so foreign to him he had almost forgotten it existed. Pain.

[Author's Note: Sorry about the update taking so long but I got a bit doscouraged when my comp deleted almost all of an upcoming chap when I had it almost done. But hey, this is for all you readers =) And look! Two sex scenes in one chap, GO ME!]