Kink: Spanking, humiliation, punishment, belting
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 1392

Brendon's hands crawled down my chest, distracting me from my phone which was in hand. I was texting Gerard about... About something... Brendon was being really distracting.

"What are you..." I began but I quickly understood his intentions when his hand slipped down to the zipper of my jeans.

"Shh..." He whispered into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine, "Pete's still asleep..."

I noticed that Pete was asleep on the second couch in the room. He was crashing at our place for the night since his mom kicked him out. Then he'd probably move to his boyfriend, Ryan's house until his mom let him back.

"If you stay quiet, then you can come and top tonight," Brendon said, "but if you make any noise at all, I'll have to punish you and you can't come."

Oh fuck, a lot was on the line.

"Okay?" He pressed.

I nodded before his hand slipped over my mouth and his other hand continuing with my zipper, undoing the restraints slowly and quietly, "You're so fucking hot..."

I shifted on top of him, feeling his hand begin to palm and rub me through my boxers and stifled my first moan.  He leaned up, forcing my back up, and pulled my jeans down to my ankles before leaning back down. His lips went to my neck were he nibbled and bit, leaving lots of small marks along the sensitive skin. They would be there for a while, I could already tell.

I was already hard under his rubbing and palming, desiring his bare touch. I wanted it skin to skin. I wanted him to make me pant and sweat. I wanted to be squirming above him.

He pulled me up a bit farther so he could pull down my boxers and reveal my throbbing cock. I whimpered slightly as I watched him work. Palming, squeezing, stroking while I squirmed slightly and let out a slight whimper.

"Not a sound, Patrick." He whispered into my ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and tugging slightly but just enough to give me a fever. I was beginning to sweat and I felt hot, I needed to get out of my clothes but I couldn't. Brendon wouldn't let me and Pete was right there.

I stifled another moan and bucked up into his hand, wanting him to jerk me off already.

"Be patient, Baby."

I whimpered again, "P-please." The words escaped my lips before I could stop them and fear immediately overwhelmed me. Before I could register what was happening, Brendon pulled his hand away from my cock, stealing my warmth and pulled my boxers and pants back up before zipping and buttoning the restraints. I was still painfully hard. I whimpered at his movements but he only slapped my ass softly.

"Bad boy, I told you not to fucking make a sound." Brendon growled into my ear, "You're getting punished, okay?"

I nodded and blushed at his dominance. He slapped my ass again, harder this time.

"Okay?" He barked.

"Yes, sir." I whispered. I hated calling him that but he was into it so I tried my best to just go with it.

"Good boy," He pushed me off of him and whispered into my ear, "Let's go."

I whimpered slightly as he lead me to our bedroom before pushing me down on the bed and shutting and locking the door.

"Clothes off now." He demanded and I wasted no time pulling off my Green Day shirt and undoing the restraints to my tight jeans.

"You're such a slut, you know that right? You can't keep your god damn mouth shut when I'm trying to help you." He whispered, "I need to fucking punish you."

I was finished with my boxers so I was leaning on the edge of the bed while he was standing over me.

"On your hands and knees." He growled. His belt was in his hand and I whimpered at the sight. It was enough to make me finish with all the teasing he had already given me.

I obeyed his command, getting on my hands and knees and burying my face in the blankets to hold back a scream or a moan if I needed.

"Ten times, okay?" He said. I immediately glanced up at him in disbelief. Ten? I'd never done that many before, "B-Bren..."

"You can take it, Baby, you'll do just fine." He said before crawling over behind me. His hand rubbed my cheeks for a bit while my head buried back into the blankets. He pulled his hand away before smack! It was replaced with a sudden burn.

I let out a groan of pain into the blanket, "Shit!"

But damn it was hot.

"Count, Baby," He whispered into my ear.

"O-one." I said, my voice cracked.

The belt came down again on my bare ass. It stung even more than the last since he had hit right where he did the first time. I hissed in pain before following his instructions, "Two."

The belt came down once more, and then again, it was getting more and more painfully as he continued.

"S-s-six..." I cried out stuttering and shaking slightly.

"Are you alright, Baby?" Brendon asked me, worried.

"It fucking hurts..." I whimpered.

"Baby, only four more, that's it. I know we've never done this many before but you're doing so good."

I nodded slightly before the belt came down a seventh time, stinging and burning.

"Seven..."

Smack!

"E-eight..."

Smack!

I pulled away, the pain was becoming too much but he only pulled me back by my hips.

"No struggling or I'll have to do five more than you already deserve, Baby." He growled into my ear.

"Nine..." I finally replied, swallowing.

Smack!

"Ten..." I collapsed into the bed, falling onto my side panting.

Brendon laid right behind me so we were basically spooning and his hand traveled to my hair to pull it behind my hair and kiss my cheek.

"You did so good, Baby." He whispered, "Are you alright? Do you need anything?"

Aftercare.

"No... I just... Give me a minute." I whispered tears running from my eyes that he didn't see.

He nodded before his fingers slowly explored my skin, drawing circles in the pale surface and leaving marks with his mouth. He kissed down the back of my neck, slowly and pressing into the flesh with his tongue before continuing down my spine. His hands went to their sore skin at my ass and began rubbing softly. I tensed at first, trying not to hiss from the pain but eventually the pain died down and all I could feel was his fingers massaging me.

"B-Bren... Can I please come...?" I was still stone hard and it was really uncomfortable.

"I already said no, 'Trick." He said firmly.

"Please..." I begged, "I'm so fucking horny..."

He looked straight into my eyes with his own, a gaze as hard as stone as he stared back into my eyes.

"Bren..." I felt my cock twitch and throbbing harder as his hand cupped my face and force fully pulled me on top of him by my waist.

He leaned up, taking my lip between his teeth and he gazed straight into my eyes before his hand went down to my cock, not wasting any time.

He began jerking me off, fast, rushed, spreading the precum across my length and biting down on my lip harder and harder in between kisses.

I thrust roughly into his hand, moaning into his mouth, I was close. Really fucking close already.

"I'm gonna come," I moaned loudly, my voice cracking out of pleasure alone.

"Come for me, Baby Boy." He growled into my ear sending me over the edge. My muscles tensed, my toes curled, I moaned out again and collapsed onto his chest, exhausted from the pain of his belt and the pleasure that his hand had just gave me. Come spread across our chests. Well, my chest and his shirt.

"Thank you..." I whispered.

"You owe me, 'Trick." He said with a smirk. I blushed at that because I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Be sure to pick up milk tomorrow."

"O-okay..."