A/N: Hello babies of the Fruit. Mommy actually came back the next day! Talk about crazy.
A friend pushed me to post this so thank you for that.
So prepare yourself for this game of over 3,700 words of smut fest called
WHO'S YOUR MASTER
Enjoy!

Brendon's movements quickened. Tyler was stumbling as he tried to keep up with the fast pace. Master Wentz and Patrick following behind effortlessly. Seems they knew their way around the place. More than the brunette of course.

"So I see you changed the decor around." Master Wentz inquired as he took in the new wallpaper and furniture that lined the hallway. "Oh wait didn't you tell me Songbird was a painter?" He then leaned in closer to Tyler. "You must make a painting for me. I loved the one you did of Brendon. I'd pay if you like?" His smile was genuine, but the boy couldn't imagine painting for anyone else. Least of all friends of the man who hurt him so much.

Tyler just closed his eyes and sighed at the floor. Not even willing to answer his question. He knew that would anger the man, but to his surprise Master Wentz or Pete as Brendon addresses him, smiled and put a soft hand on his shoulder blade. "I understand, maybe in a better setting my pretty little fern" Pete cooed and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Brendon of course was not happy. "Would you stop trying to woo my pet. His name is Songbird and nothing else." He groaned at the other man. "And honestly, what is with your constant need to be liked so much? You know it's literally impossible to please everyone so why bother pleasing anyone at all?" His tone was harsh, but Tyler could see a glint of hurt in his eyes. But seeing how he had no place to speak, he chose to file it away for another time.

They finally entered a dark room. Sheer drapes obscured the inner part of the room, giving them much needed privacy from the outside. But to the small brunette it felt it was to keep him trapped inside. 

He jumped when his vision was cut off by some sort of soft fabric. A nervous gasp left his lips as his heart began pumping faster. Sweat already slowly seeping to the surface. Tyler had no idea what to expect and that alone terrified him.

"Relax Songbird, I got you" Brendon's sweet voice filled his ears. He could feel that his Master was close to his cheek. Leaving long loving kisses down to his neck. Tyler knew he couldn't trust what he said, but those lips of his were toxic. And no matter what he knew he shouldn't do, he became powerless under Brendon's skillful touch.

Suddenly Tyler felt that devilish touch rub down his arms. Carefully taking his wrists and locking them behind his back.

"N-no please..Bren-....Mas-...n-no…" Tyler began to ramble as tears welled up in his eyes. He was certain that whenever he was confined that only pain would follow.

"Shhh, baby don't cry. My pretty little bird is only here to play a game." Brendon's tooth rotting sweet voice sounded over his cries. Tyler froze as he felt the brunette circle round in front of him.

"A-a….game...Master?" Tyler spoke hesitantly.

Brendon smiled warmly, he knew his pet couldn't see his face so it was more for his guest then him to see. "Yes my pet, a game." He then started undoing Tyler's pants, much to the boy's dismay. "Now no wiggling, it's going to be fun, I promise you'll enjoy this." He leaned in to kiss him.

Those lips again, it was obvious that he was trying to put Tyler under his spell again. And unfortunately it was working like a charm. The boy eagerly opened his mouth hoping Brendon would deepen the embrace. To which he did. All while he finished undoing his pants. Tyler was so into the sexy tango the two were performing orally that he didn't notice his pants dropped to the floor. His only indication was a strong grip on his penis.

Tyler's breath hitched as he quickly pulled away from the kiss. "Please...I'm still too sensitive…" He whimpered as he bit down on his lip to cope with the pain.

"Not a problem Songbird, we don't intend on using your penis today. I only wanted to touch what's mine" Brendon smiled yet his grip became tighter. Much to Tyler's discomfort. "Right Songbird?" He growled at him.

"Yes...M-mas...ter" The boy hissed as he wished for the rough treatment to end. Tyler was near tears again, "we" indicated that him and Master Wentz were gonna have their "fun" with him. Possibly all three.

Pete and Patrick were enjoying the show from the side lines. All the while the other sub couldn't help how his eyes wandered over Tyler's small yet agile frame.

"See something you like?"

Patrick immediately blushed at his Master's words. "W-well it's something new to look at is all." He tried to explain away his obvious attraction to the boy to which Pete smirked.

"Oh Brendon, how about we let Daffodil play along with the game as well?" Pete suggested aloud, his eyes still trained on his own sub. The blonde squirming under such an intense glare.

"Sure, the more the merrier." Brendon piped up as he let go of Tyler. His gaze then turned to Patrick as he walked over. "So Daffodil, you wanna play with my pretty Songbird?" His voice huskily low.

The blonde loves his Master, but somehow Brendon always gave him electrifying chills up and down his spine. His mouth hanging ajar as their eyes lock.

Brendon grinned, his thumb rubbing over Patrick's bottom lip. "You really shouldn't leave this open, lest you want me to fill it."

Patrick whimpered. Now it was Pete's turn to be jealous as a frown formed on his face.

"Alright, alright let's just get on with the game shall we?" Pete tried to keep his voice evenly toned. Yet Brendon and Patrick could hear the underlying emotional hurt he was trying to mask.

"Yes, let's play." Brendon smirked at his friends. He could be such a spiteful bastard if provoked. He was back by Tyler's side as he guided him to the bed. Placing him on his knees. "Now the rules will be simple. No talking will be allowed, but me and Pete will touch you. It's up to you, Songbird to decipher my touch. Answering only in turning your head toward the touch you think is mine. You chose correctly you get pleasure, chose incorrectly you get pain. Best out of three rounds wins." The brunette explained as he fit his pet with a cock ring as well as connecting the boy's restraints to a harness hanging from the ceiling. Tyler didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he'd soon find out.

"A-and what will happen after the game is over?" Tyler's voice was shaky. He feared he was going to lose no matter which Master won.

"That my dear will be a surprise." Brendon gave him a chaste kiss. "Let's begin!"

Tyler was then met with silence. He was too afraid to call out for his Master and so he tried his best to focus his ears to see where they could be. Nothing happened for nearly a minute before he felt two hands creep up his chest. 

He gasped as one pinched his nipple while the other merely rubbed it until it formed a stiff nub. Two different touches, yet both felt amazing. Especially with his sight and hands confined. Tyler wasn't sure which one was his Master's. But judging by Brendon's rough nature, he took a chance and turned his head towards the hand that had pinched him.

He was met with a harsh sting on his back from a cat of nine tail whip. Tyler screamed at the surprise assault, meaning he got the wrong answer. Or more importantly, he chose the wrong Master.

Again he was met with silence. Tyler was still panting from his first hit. If he wasn't sweating before, now he was. He was certain that the whip left a mark, but before he could think too much about it, the hands came back.

This time they traveled lower to his thighs. The right one felt a strong grip as the digits pressed into his soft skin. The left had equal pressure, but the nails were more prevalent.

Tyler was determined to get this right this time. He tried to focus on all the times that Brendon had ever touched him and he made his decision. 

He turned his head to the pressure from the digits.

It was quiet, almost too quiet. Tyler was sure he messed up again.

Suddenly he felt a pressure on the bed behind him and a hand was pushing him to bend over. The boy was sure he was gonna faceplant into the mattress when strangely he felt something pull against his restraints and he balanced on his knees and nothing but the restraints keeping him in the ninety degree position. The boy was worried as to why he needed to be this way. Was this an even worse punishment? 

Tyler was sure he'd messed up again. When he felt something wet and hot at his entrance. "Oh my…" The rest fell into a long stream of moans. He'd never been rimmed before and this felt amazing. His hands pulled against his restraints while his body instinctively pushed back against this heavenly mouth that was kind enough to be on him.

Unknown to him his reward was being given to him by Patrick. Brendon and Pete stood back to where Tyler couldn't hear them talking to watch the scene unfold.

"Little Daffodil seems to be taking a liking to my Songbird. Might wanna add him to my collection." Brendon teased. He just liked to get under his friend's skin.

"As if, he'll never leave me. Now Songbird on the other hand seems to want me pretty bad." Pete smirked as he licked his teeth. Two could play that game.

Brendon didn't answer only glaring at the man with a knowing smirk. "You're such an asshole." He quipped as he snapped his fingers. Signalling for Patrick to stop rewarding Tyler.

"Pot calling the kettle black if you ask me." Pete giggled. "But please after you my good friend." They walked back over to the bed.

Tyler was trying to figure out how to think again. He was so hard from a mere tongue and he wanted so much more, but when he felt two dips on the bed that's when it hit him. He wasn't done playing the game. This was the final round and decider of his fate. Tyler began to shiver as a couple of hands straightened him back on his knees. He so wanted to get this right. Otherwise Brendon would surely give him a terrible punishment.

Before he could even beg to stop, his chin was yanked to the left and a pair of strong lips pressed against his. Tyler could only sit there and breathe in this mysterious Master. The tongue plowed its way inside the boy's mouth. Licking everything from the teeth to the gums. And finally the tongue. Tyler began to moan when the mouth began to suck on his tongue. This kiss was so wild and the poor brunette was lost to his power. Tyler's penis was beginning to drip pre cum just from the force of such a kiss.

And just as fast as it came, it was gone. Tyler could still feel the imprints of the hand that was holding his jaws open. He was allowed a few pants and then a hand gripped in his hair and yanked him to the right. The kiss was just as powerful, the tongue just as skilled. Possibly more. This feeling in his chest bloomed when those lips wrapped around his bottom lip, giving it a nice bite. Something seemed familiar about this one. Tyler was sure this was indeed his Master. And so he let his eyes roll back as those teeth continued his assault on his lip. The boy was moaning and panting when he felt blood drip from his lips. 

"M-master...please…" Tyler was so out of breath just from a small gestures. He was shocked by his own response, but he was so hard and he knew his Master was the only one to make it feel better.

Brendon smiled as his hand in the boy's hair got tighter. "Yes Songbird, I got you." He kissed down his neck as his thumb smeared the pre cum over the tip of Tyler's dick. "I always got you." The brunette moaned out, he was so close yet that damn cock ring stopped his release. "Are you ready for your reward?"

"P-please...it hurts…" Tyler whined as he leaned more into Brendon's embrace. To which his Master laughed. The boy wasn't even aware of how much he was beginning to act more like a pet. Not that Brendon was complaining. No he liked this slow battle of wits between them, but he will be the victor in the end.

"Don't worry, we'll make you feel incredible." Brendon growled in Tyler's ear as he unzipped himself and positioning his pet over him. Panting lightly as he rubbed himself to full hardness. 

"W-we!? Master wha-" Tyler nearly choked on his breath when he felt a hard penis ram its way inside his barely prepared let alone dry ass hole. The only lube he ever hope to get was from Patrick's tongue and that was gone now. Tyler regained his voice as Brendon gave him a rough pounding. He wasn't sure if his Master was truly rewarding him or making him suffer for some unknown reason.

"Baby you're so fucking tight for me, I love you." Brendon painted against Tyler's neck as he left marks. The boy was a moaning mess. Those small words affected him so much.

Just as everything was moving more smoothly, that's when he felt another hand push him more on top of Brendon. At the mere poke of another dick at his entrance as he was already full sent him into a panic. His Master did say "we".

"No please don't!" Tyler tried to fight against the strong hands holding him into place.

"He's a scrappy one. I like that" Pete chuckled as he too pushed deep inside Tyler. The boy gave a loud scream as he felt himself stretch beyond anything he could have imagined.

"P-please...m-master...take it out...please I can't take it...I thought I was good for you?" Tyler sobbed as he burried his face into Brendon's neck. He was praying that his begging would be heard this time.

"Aww Songbird you were good for me. And for your keen observation of finding your true Master, I'm gonna give you double the pleasure baby." Brendon cooed as he gently combed fingers through Tyler's hair.

"NO I DON'T WANT DOUBLE ANYTHING!" Tyler yanked away from him, tears soiling his blindfold.

Brendon growled loud enough to scare a lion away. Tyler too was very afraid as his small frame shook from the sound. Next thing he knew his soggy blindfold was ripped from his eyes. And he was face to face with the darkest eyes he's ever seen. "Don't you utter another word in front of my guest. Do. You. Understand. Me?" His voice was low and very much threatening.

Tyler gulped as he slowly nodded. More tears springing from his eyes. His heart was pounding in fear.

Brendon smiled and kissed him deeply. Again blurring Tyler's perception between fear and love. Pete then began to move in contrast to Brendon's thrust. The boy screamed in his Master's mouth. It was too much at one time, but he was stuck. Literally trapped between a dick and a hard place. Or between two dicks rather.

"Damn he's so fucking tight too. How do you reframe from fucking him non-stop?" Pete groaned as he went faster. One hand in Tyler's hair and the other was flat between the boy's shoulder blades.

"Who says I do?" Brendon chuckled airily as his thrusts sped up as well. Pete joined in the laughing as well. He was screaming for them to stop and they were making jokes?! Tyler couldn't believe these two.

Patrick was done with watching and he wanted a release as well. He climbed on the bed in front of Tyler. A sinister smirk on his face. "Master Urie told me your mouth is heavenly, I wanna see for myself just how right he is." He giggled as he was now pants less and pointing his leaking penis in the boy's face.

Tyler whimpered in protest. He couldn't believe his odds just got that much more worse.

"Aww looks like the little Birdy is shy. I can fix that" Pete smirked as he pulled the brunette's hair so tight, he was sure some would still be in his palm once he let go. The pain making Tyler scream out and Patrick took advantage of the opening. Literally.

"Suck me good okay Songbird?" Patrick moaned softly as he caressed Tyler's cheek.

Tyler wished he could just pass out. He felt every push and pull against his overly stretched skin while a nice size dick pressed more down his throat. His nails dug deep into his palms, deep enough to draw blood to the surface. He was just about to focus on the pain coming from his hands when both heads pressed against his prostate. It was so much stimulation, that the boy was powerless to stop the moans from coming out. The sensation making Patrick go up in octaves as well.

"See baby, just sit back and enjoy it." Brendon groaned as he skillfully positioned his thrusts into the boy's prostate. To the boy's surprise he also began jerking him off in time with them. Tyler whimpered at how good it felt, contracting every now and again wanting to release so bad 

"Oh I love how tightly he squeezes me. Like he doesn't even want me to pull out." Pete groaned as he pushed in harder.

Each thrust from the two sent him forward onto Patrick's awaiting dick. Tyler's body became one cell of non-stop pleasure. Even the warm weight on his tongue gave him satisfaction. His mind was only set on one thing, getting to that amazing orgasm that he knew was on the horizon. His eyes were glazed over as they rolled this way and that. Tyler's body even started meeting their pumps, his voice going to between a loud cry and a heated moan. He was so high yet so low that he was in a strange kaleidoscope of emotions. Yet one stood out more than all the rest. Lust. Unattainable lust and climbing.

With each sound Tyler gave off it was driving Patrick closer to the edge. "Oh please Master I'm so close. Please, please, please. I just wanna cum. Please, please, please." The blonde boy whined uncontrollably as his hands joined Pete's to pull at Tyler's hair. His hips pushing more into the other's mouth. So much so that his balls were slapping against Tyler's chin.

The brunette was already past bursting when he heard this. He hoped that one cumming would trigger the rest, and with luck he'd get to cum as well. So Tyler kept pressing them all on. Pushing back against the Masters so they could go deeper, just as Brendon liked to do. Moaning and sucking harder so Patrick would give up and release as well. All while clenching every now and again just the way Pete liked it. He was simultaneously pleasing them all which in turn was pleasing him as well. At first this was a scary event, but now all he could think of was pushing everyone else off the edge so he too could fall with them.

"That's it Songbird, now you're feeling it" Brendon clenched his teeth as he tried to hold on longer. Not that it wasn't without opposition, with how amazing Tyler felt when he was double stuffed.

Pete smiled when he looked over to see Patrick holding on for dear life and he decided to take pity on him this one time. "It's okay baby, you can cum now." He panted.

As soon as those words left his lips, Patrick cried out as he gripped Tyler tighter, filling the boy's mouth with his seed. The blond was spent as he was drenched in sweat and panting. Pete pulled him closer to kiss the boy hard. While Brendon pulled Tyler down to have a messy make out session as they shared in swallowing the blond's release.

Soon it was like a domino effect. Pete's orgasm triggered Brendon to cum and once they both were near their end, he slid Tyler's cock ring off. It was as it someone set a fuse to a bomb. Tyler screamed loud as he convulsed while finally releasing everything his poor spent balls had to give. From the feeling of being over full to the remnants of Patrick's cum on his tongue. It all had him gushing like a popped water balloon. It took a few minutes, but he finally stopped cumming. Tyler's eyes rolled back as he passed out on top of Brendon.

"Wow now that was quite the entertainment." Pete giggled through his pants. Patrick had already collapsed on the bed near Brendon. "Looks like our pets could use a well deserved nap." He smiled as he carefully pulled out. Pete's face dropped when he saw blood. "Oh shit, we may have gone a little too rough on the poor boy."

Brendon scoffed as he too pulled out. "Nonsense, my Songbird had one of the best orgasms since he's been here. Possibly the greatest in his life. A little pain is certainly worth that kind of pleasure. Right baby?" He peppered kisses on Tyler's face. He could feel the soft breathing so at least he wasn't in any serious danger. Brendon felt Pete worried too much, how he became a dominant was beyond him.

"Well either way you should have Canary take a look at him" Pete insisted as he pulled his pants up. He really couldn't just let things go.

"Fine, go send for him on your way to your room. I'll wait here with him." Brendon rolled his eyes. His voice may have sounded annoyed, but his words showed a bit of kindness. Maybe even worry.

"Will do, just sit tight." Pete smirked as he cradled his tiny Patrick in his arms. He headed to the door, giving the two much needed alone time. 

Brendon never stopped cuddling Tyler's now limp body while he caressed his face and gave him light kisses. As much as he loved playing rough, he loved his pets even more.