A/N: Hello hello Fruits, your Mommy is here!
I know I said I would update more just to disappear again. And for that I'm so sorry.
Life just always seems to hit me in the face....hard.

Just know this is only the beginning.

Enjoy!
💐

The two men walked slowly hand in hand. The shorter one's stomach was in knots with each step he took. Heart crashing violently against his ribcage as his grip tightened around the other man's hand. Tyler was certain that he would crush Dallon's hand under the weight of his anxiety. But fortunately the tall man wasn't the least bit phased. He just continued to pull him along. They were running behind schedule after all and he'd hate to look bad in front of the guests.

"D-dallon?" Tyler's mouth was dry, his vocal cords were slowly restricting anything above a whisper.

"Yes Tyler?" Dallon exhaled with a quirk of his brows towards the shorter man. He could sense the other one's frantic behavior and he couldn't understand again why their master would choose such an uncooperative sub. But given the circumstances, Tyler seemed to be new to the whole idea of sex let alone this sort of lifestyle so the tall brunette decided to cut him some slack. "Don't worry so much. I assure you that Master Wentz and Patrick are far from the monsters you think they are. They are the nicest you'll ever hope to meet within our community. Now please stop stalling ." He then took a deep breath and yanked the brunette closer to him as he continued to walk down the hall.

Tyler couldn't help getting a whiff of Dallon's lovely aroma. It was like he was alluring without even trying. Maybe being under Brendon's care for so long caused a side effect of incredible sexiness or something. Tyler gulped because his mind always went to crazy parts of his mind when he was nervous. He was never one for people and Brendon knew that. So why would he force such a thing on him now? But then again considering the situation it was no longer his Mr. Wonderful, only Master remained. And what Master wanted he got.

When they finally made it inside the den Brendon and his guests were sharing a nice laugh. One, a tan man dressed fairly business casual suit without a tie and dark powerful eyes. The other was a shorter pale man with softer features, dressed in a plain shirt and jeans. Clearly this one was the sub to the other.

"Nice of you two to finally join us." Brendon smiled with a calm enough tone, but his eyes showed much anger behind them.

Dallon instantly dropped his head. "Please Master forgive our tardiness. Songbird needed assistance getting dressed. He was still quite sore from yesterday's punishment." He informed. It wasn't a lie, but the shorter man wish he didn't tell these two new people who Tyler had no idea of, that he was "sore". Just another stroke of embarrassment for him.

Brendon's face softened immediately, much to Tyler's surprise at the news. "Aw you poor thing, come here Songbird and let me make you feel all better" He reached out to the brunette who was still cowering behind the taller one. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move.

Josh and Sarah was giving the man a worrying look. They knew the consequences for disobeying a command. No matter how sweetly their Master put it, everything he said was a direct order that was not to be taken lightly. Least of all in front of another Master. 

Tyler still didn't move from his spot. And now the whole room was silently gazing at his small figure behind Dallon. 

"Songbird I said come over here so I can make you feel better. You're being very rude to our guests as well." Brendon's smile soon dropped and his tone was not so inviting anymore. Tyler was still afraid, but this change in Brendon's voice was never good so he slowly reached for his hand. To which he was then roughly yanked onto his Master's lap. "See that wasn't so bad now was it?" Brendon smiled as he peppered light kisses to Tyler's neck. The brunette didn't move, his heart was pounding from too many eyes one him as it was.

"Don't be too rough on him Bren, the poor thing's shaking." The darker skinned man spoke up. He smiled as he leaned forward to hold Tyler's hand. "I'm Pete, but call me Master Wentz. And you're afraid of me aren't you Songbird?" He gazed deep into his eyes.

Tyler let his eyes drift to Brendon's before he said anything wrong. Even though his Master was kissing him, he could sense something vicious on the horizon.

"Don't look at him, he's just grumpy. I'm asking the question and you can talk to me whenever you want sweetie. Now do I frighten you in some way?" Pete insisted as his thumb caressed Tyler's knuckles. It was very soothing and with that he slowly nodded his head in response. "Good...you should be." His brown eyes turned darker as a slow smile crept on his face. Pete's thumb now pressing into the small brunette's hand as the room went quiet. Tyler's breath hitched at his answer. Was all Masters insane like these two?

Brendon and Pete soon broke the silence with a burst of laughter. "Oh shit I think I made things worse." The tan man chuckled so hard tears came out. Brendon had to turn his head so he would spit on him as he laughed. Tyler was confused, what was so funny?

After a few minutes of joyous giggles the two Masters calmed down. "Please forgive me Tyler, I couldn't resist fucking with you." Pete grinned. "In fact I'm not the mean type at all, well unless you piss me off. But not to worry, you're new and I know I'm pretty muscular and come across as intimidating, but I'm not. I just like things a certain way, you'll understand my ways soon enough." He leaned in to caress Tyler's cheek with the small bandage on it. He frowned at Brendon, "You really mustn't play so rough with your pets Bren." 

"Oh please they like the games we play don't you baby?" Brendon sat up as his arms wrapped tightly around Tyler's waist. The boy just nodded in response, not sure what else to do.

"Fine, but if you must play rough do it to where others won't see. That's what I do." Pete smiled and relaxed in his seat as if that was the most normalest thing to say. Tyler was again afraid of this man. He appeared nice enough, but he didn't know what hid beyond the surface. "Songbird I must say you're much lovelier than Brendon painted you out to be." He said sweetly.

"T-thank you….Master Wentz." Tyler said quietly as his eyes fell to the floor. A blush dusting his cheeks.

Pete sat up on the edge of his seat as his hand cupped Tyler's chin. Their faces were inches apart as he spoke. "Baby when you talk to me, you look me in my eyes got it?" His warm breath was ghosting over Tyler's lips. The brunette found his heart beating faster the longer they sat in close proximity. A small part of him actually wanted this alluring man to kiss him. He hated himself for it and couldn't for the life of him understand why, but it was the truth. Pete grinned when he saw the hunger in Tyler's eyes. "Baby my eyes aren't down there either" He giggled as his nose gently rubbed against Tyler's cheek.

Tyler was caught inadvertently staring at Pete's lips as he spoke to him. When he felt the man's nose along his cheek he gasped. Soon his light gaping turned to a groan when he felt Brendon's hand grip his dick. He had to grit his teeth to try to take his mind off the pain of his still sore privates.

"So my little bird has the nerve to get aroused by another Master does he?" Brendon growled lowly in Tyler's ear. It showed his fury at the situation, but it also expressed his possessiveness. And for some reason Tyler's body was getting hot at the thought of his Master claiming him. He was truly becoming baffled by his own emotions at this point. Is this how a submissive was supposed to feel?

"Don't be too rough on him, my flowers are also partial to my cheek to cheek method... isn't that right Daffodil?" Pete turned to lean against the strawberry blonde, who instantly blushed and moaned at his Master's touch.

"Yes Master, I crave your touches." The boy responded softly. To which Pete gave his lovely flower more gentle kisses.

"Very well Lark and Canary why don't you go set up the usual room for our guests." Brendon spoke up as he turned to his two pets standing next to his chair.

"Right away Master." The yellow haired boy happily bowed and walked off. Lark on the other hand stood there frowning at Tyler on her Master's lap. The place she used to have before he came along.

"Lark is there a problem you'd like to address?" Brendon narrowed his eyes at her. And now everyone silently had eyes on her. 

"N-no Master" She quickly answered. Her muscles stiffened under his intense glare.

"Then stop wasting my time and do as your told!" Brendon raised his voice, his anger rising with his words. She quickly ran out of the room after Josh.

"Just simple sub jealousy Brendon, nothing you can't handle." Pete injected in order to ease the tension in the room. "Besides, I'd much rather play with Songbird here. Is he trained yet?" Master Wentz smiled warmly. Tyler frowned at that statement. Something he'd never get used to, being treated like an animal, an actual pet.

"No not yet, but me and Raven did give him the ground rules and I say he rather enjoyed himself, didn't you love?" Brendon leaned in to kiss his cheek. Tyler slightly pulled away and dropped his head. The thought of what went down in that bathroom was anything but enjoyable to him. And he would never pretend it was.

Dallon, who was standing quietly to the right of them just frowned. He knew the boy had just stepped on a landmine. It appears all his pleas to make him behave was falling on deaf ears. "Mas-"

"SILENCE RAVEN!" Brendon roared at him, he knew he was trying to protect the boy by making an excuse. Something the tall man had grown accustomed to doing. Usually he only shielded Josh, but Tyler's stubborn nature had somehow appealed to his softer side. Dallon didn't want to see the poor thick headed boy get punished any more than he already had. "Raven go see that we have a lovely dinner tonight. It appears I must train our little Songbird some more." Brendon stood suddenly, Tyler would have fell to the floor had it not been for his Master's tight grip on his wrist. "Care to join me Pete?"

"Why certainly, I love a good training session." Pete stood up excitedly. "Come along Daffodil" Patrick obediently followed them all out the room.

Dallon sighed. He hoped that Master Wentz could keep Brendon in check so Tyler wouldn't be hurt too bad, but judging from his fascination in the boy that hope wasn't too high. The tall man was powerless to stop the inevitable and so with another sigh he went down the hall in the opposite direction towards the kitchen to follow orders. 

Something he wish Tyler would learn to do as well.