Kink: Overstimulation, vibrators, aftercare
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 898

My hand kept its fast pace bouncing up and down on my cock and sliding easily with the precum, "F-Fuck..."

I was so close just a couple more strokes and I would be done. Pleasure was bursting through my stomach as I let out a moan. Brendon was at work so I didn't have to worry about-

The door opened and Brendon walked in. Immediately, he dropped his bag in shock and anger crossed his face, "Patrick? What are you doing?"

I stopped, speechless before quickly covering myself, embarassed. Then my stomach flipped when I realized what Brendon had said about masturbating.

"I told you no masturbating without permission!" Brendon snapped nearing me.

"I-I'm sorry it wouldn't go away and you weren't home, sir-" I started.

"Excuses..." Brendon growled, "On your knees, hands out in front of you, now."

I blushed confused as to what Brendon would do but obeyed quickly. The brunette grabbed a pair of handcuffs and a vibrator with a remote from the bedside drawer.

"What are you doing, sir..." I asked, confused and slightly uneasy.

"You're a bad boy and bad boys have to be punished." Brendon growled, "So I'm going to leave you here for a half an hour to enjoy yourself."

He cuffed my hands to the headboard. It was hard to focus, though because I was scared. I'd never had overstimulation before and I didn't know what to expect, "Sir, please."

Brendon shook his head, "You need to learn your lesson."

"P-please..." I begged, "Anything but this, I don't want to do this, please."

There were tears of fear in my eyes as Brendon stretched me with two fingers, "Baby, I said no masturbating, you need to learn your lesson for disobeying me."

"Brendon!" I whimpered pulling on the handcuffs, "P-please."

He slid a cock ring onto my length and pressed the vibrator into my entrance before giving me a kiss, "It's not that bad. It's just overstimulation. If you need me, just call." Brendon said. He wasn't leaving me here alone without a way to call for him if it was an emergency which I was thankful for.

"Wait-" The door was already shut. Brendon wasn't going to take back his decision.

I immediately felt the vibrations pulsing through me, hitting right against his prostate. It was on high, too. I moaned slightly but tried to hold them back, knowing it would last for a long while.

I couldn't, though, it felt so good. But it was like torture at the same time. It was nothing but vibrations. My cock wasn't touched once but it still felt good.

My stomach knotted as I came for the first time, already built up from masturbating earlier. The vibrations kept going, non-stop.

Time passed, I came twice, three times, four times, five. It didn't feel good anymore. My wrists were hurting and my voice was sore.

"Brendon!" I moaned out, my voice painfully sore. I could feel myself building up again, fast, "Ahh!"

My muscles tensed, my hands tugged hard against the handcuffs, my back arched, and my eyes rolled back as more cum spread across my chest, hot and wet. I panted for a while, recovering from the intensity.

The vibrations stopped all of a sudden.

I let out a sigh of relief, still panting, tired. The door opened, I tensed again feeling exposed, hoping it was over and Brendon would stop. There were tears in my eyes from the handcuffs and the intensity of it all. I did not like it one bit. I hated overstimulation and I wouldn't do it again.

My boyfriend came in, "Hey, Baby. Are you doing okay?"

I sniffled slightly and shook his head, my voice was too sore to speak.

Brendon pulled out the vibrator making me wince.

"Is you're voice sore, Baby?" Brendon asked, cupping my cheek.

I nodded again as my hands were freed of the restraints. I'd been tugging and squirming so much that the metal had begun to cut into my soft skin. I rubbed the bleeding skin before Brendon walked into the bathroom and grabbed a first aid kit and some tissues. He wiped away the blood and cleaned off the cum from my chest, making me flinch a little bit. Brendon wrapped my wrists in bandages like a cutter and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"I'm sorry, Baby... I went too far, didn't I...?" Brendon asked cupping my face.

I nodded.

"C'mon Baby, let's get you some tea and honey, and we can go cuddle on the couch. Does that sound okay?"

I nodded again, crying a little more. Brendon wiped my tears and helped dress me before we went into the kitchen. I stood off to the side as I watched the younger man make a cup of tea with honey for my sore throat.

I gratefully took the mug and sipped some of the warm chai. Brendon took my hand before we settled on the couch. I stayed in Brendon's arms for a while, grabbing a blanket, and we laid there for a while, me resting on top of Brendon shaking slightly.

"Baby, do you need anything else?" Brendon asked, stroking my hair.

"Just you." I replied with a smile and a croaky voice.

"I'm here for you,"