King's POV

I had to admit that it was a sight worth seeing and finally giving in to Link's whining as I stand on the threshold of my bedroom and watch Link lay eagle spread on my bed limbs tied with the rope he bought and his eyes shielded by the blindfold. I could see and practically feel the excitement coming off him in waves. His body was twitching every once in a while as I stood there silently watching him. He knew I was there, he knew I was watching him and he was doing his best to keep still like I instructed him to. 

Grinning like a Cheshire cat when he whimpered needy as I trail my hand over his upper chest, I tsk and lightly slap his chest in punishment. His length throbbed as I ghosted my hand up and down his body. "What do you want pet?" My breath fanned over his lips as he whimpered in answer since I haven't given him permission to talk. "I don't know what you want pet if you don't speak." Finally giving in and give him permission to speak. He arched into my hands as they played with his length. "I want—want you inside me M—master!" He all but groaned as I continued to play with all of his sensitive spots. He moaned so beautifully as I kept him on his toes with my feather light touches. Yet when he started moving his head from side to side whining under his breath as I played with his ass, I knew he was more than ready. "P—please M—master t—take m—me a—already!" His low begging voice did me in as I roughly slammed into him. He moaned arching his back, trying to wrap his legs around me, whining when he couldn't.

He was tugging on his tied down limbs as I knew he would as I kept pounding against his prostate brutally. I squeezed the base of his throbbing length when he was about to cum. "You will wait for me." I growled in his ear, earning a delicious shiver as his nipples hardened even more, making them appetising. "M—master!" He moaned low in his throat as I bit and tugged on his nipples, I knew he loved nipple play. His length wept and taking pity on him, I suck harshly on his nipple before rubbing his length roughly. He came spectacularly; his huge body gleaming with sweat, his head thrown back, roaring loudly, his spine nearly snapping in half as his length kept shooting out his juices. He whimpered softly as I pulled out and untied his limbs, rubbing the skin to return the blood flow before taking off the blind fold. "You were wonderful pet." I said quietly as I stroked his cheek. He blinked sleepily at me, before snuggling into my chest. He mumbled something incoherently under his breath as I wrapped my arms around him as we drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Trigger warning for the next part: 

-Verbal Abuse

- Suicidal Thoughts

Bear's POV

I stare miserably at my ugly reflection in the minimal lightning in my bathroom. I have been sleeping badly the past few days. I know the reason; I just don't want to acknowledge it. I didn't want to acknowledge the fact I am about to lose Link to the King if I haven't already. I just wanted someone to be with me without having to dredge up the past and Link just got me. We were on the same wave length but now. Now not so much.

 Of course not! Who would want to be around your ugly mug?!

I flinch as my brother's nasal voice sneered in my head. This is the reason I am having sleepless night for days now. And the pouring rain outside isn't doing anything to improve my mood. I know I can't call Link; he's with the King now. I stare at myself with pale skin with black bags under my eyes thinking of who I could talk to. Seating on my couch I scroll through my phone, looking for someone I could talk to. Roland...Roland...No. I shook my head as I closed my phone, biting my lip. I can't call my boss with my depressing thoughts. 

 You can't hide Patrick... You can't hide what you did...Your birth was a mistake! Like we always knew you were!

I clap my hands over my ears as the voice of my mother and father joined my brother's, although I know it's useless to do so. "SHUT UP!" Screaming, they finally seem to quiet down as I pant for breath, shaking as I do so.

 Do it. You know you want to. Just do it.

I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood on my tongue, hoping to drive out my brother's suggestive voice. Looking down at my lap and inspect my body before looking out the rain outside my window. I am not surprised to see tears streaming down my face as all my past disappointments and failures are somehow forced to the front of my mind. 

"No...please...stop..." I whimpered, fisting my hair and nearly tear it out as my doorbell chimes. Wanting to see nobody, I ignore it as I continue to rock back and forth. I clench my teeth against the pain of tugging and hitting my fists against my skull hoping to drive out any negative thoughts. It's a habit I had ever since the first time dad locked me up in the barn. I flinched badly, actually tearing out a few strands of my hair as a demanding knock sounds on my door. "Yes?" I ask meekly as I take in the leather clad man on the other side of my door. Ever since I attended the munch, several dominates have visited me. Luckily I managed to deflect their attention from me, but imagine my surprise when I see Roland stand there with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

"Why haven't you answered your phone? Or answered any emails?" He growled as he stomped up to me, pushing me inside the apartment. "W—what?!" I managed to stutter as he pushed me down on my couch, getting in my face. His sharp eyes flitted over my face, taking in the haggard look I have been sporting the last few days. He sighed once before sitting down on my coffee table, squeezing my knees. "Link has been worried about you since you didn't respond to his text, calls and emails." He explains, making me frown. Link hasn't texted, called or emailed me. "Check your phone if you don't believe me." Getting up I check me phone – out of battery – of course.  "Well?" Trudging back to the couch I showed Roland my dead phone, he nodded his head. "That explains it." He got up and walked to a little lampstand with a drawer and takes out my charger and plugs it in my phone before into the socket. I look confused as he raised an eyebrow at me as he sat back down on the coffee table. 

 How the hell did he know where I leave my charger?

"How have you been though Bear? You look like you haven't slept in a week. You look like shit. " I huffed out an annoyed breath as I roll my eyes. Leave it to Roland to be straight to the point. I try not to look at him as he smiled his heart stopping smile, a smile that will make me spill the beans. Beans I didn't want to spill any time soon, or ever. So childishly I turned my head away, hoping he would drop the subject. Again, I had no such luck. As I turned my head away, Roland moved close to me, breathing softly against my ear. I shiver as I pull up my shoulders and turn back to tell him to back off. I stared wide eyed in shock as our lips connected. When I opened my mouth to protest, his tongue swept in stealing my breath. The kiss stole my ability to think of anything else but his lips and talented, wicked tongue. Somewhere during the kiss I ended up straddling his lap, I let out a moan as his massive hands cupped my ass through my shorts.

Snapping back to reality, I pulled back from Roland's hungry lips. "Roland..." Sighing his name felt natural before his finger pressed my lips together. "Shhh Bear, just feel." Feeling mischievous for some reason, I opened my mouth and gently sucked at his finger tip. Roland's eyes turned heated and groaned as he watched me suckle, lick and nibble at his finger. What surprised me the most was that Roland's company somehow got the evil voices in my head to shut up, leaving me with silence for once. It left me feeling peaceful, calm and clear minded. 

I wiggled a little uncomfortably as I felt Roland's considerable bulge poke against my ass. Roland rubbed my arms soothingly, "Relax Bear, don't worry about it. Let me take care of you." Even though my erratic heart beat calmed down, the pleasant spell he had cast on me was gone. I came crashing down to reality and my own ugliness and greediness.

 Yes. You are an ugly, greedy little monster Patrick. You will never amount to anything!

Feeling tired all of a sudden, I yawned and didn't bother hiding it. Roland's eyes softened as he cupped my face and kissed my forehead. "Let's get you into bed." Without a word of protest from my side, Roland lifted me up like I weighed nothing and carried me off to my bedroom. I was too tired to be surprised by the fact Roland knew the exact layout of my apartment. I kept dozing as I pressed my cheek against his shoulder, breathing in his comforting warm scent of leather and some kind of spicy cologne. I felt Roland's chest rumble with laughter as I kept sniffing at him. "Let's get you comfortable and cosy." Roland grunted lightly as he held me with one arm and used the other to pull back the quilt. Roland rubbed my back soothingly as he slowly placed me on my matrass. Yawning once more, I curled on my side as he pulled the quilt up to my chin and tugged in the quilt around the rest of my body. Being this warm and snug made it really hard to keep my eyes open. He stroked my hair as he lightly kissed my forehead. "Go to sleep Bear. I will see you in the morning." Those were the last things I remembered before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep for once in a long time.

I woke up the next day feeling relaxed and well rested. Stretching until my bones popped pleasantly, I got up out of bed and used the bathroom. Yawning once I scratched my head once, walking into the kitchen/living room without a care until I noticed all the people sitting at my breakfast/dinner table. Dropping my hand, I stand there frozen, feet glued to the floor. Unsure of how I should handle the current situation. Unsure of how I am supposed to react to this uncomfortable situation, and the unrelenting stares of the two dominant males at the table. Roland and the King looked patiently at me while Link looked at me with big concerned eyes. He got up from his seat as he flung himself at me, hugging me incredibly tight. "You poor, poor soul." He cupped my face and kissed me tenderly. "You suffered so much, it's okay to cry and break down every once in a while." Still confused by his and their strange behaviour, I glanced at the folder that was beneath the Kings steeped fingers. I felt my eye go wide at the title of the thick yellow folder.

 How the hell did they get their hands on that information? It's highly classified!