rated x. dont ask where i got this; i'm a dirty, nasty person.
"Think he's gone?" Freddie asked his companion, who was busy leaning against the wall, listening to see if Roger's footsteps had faded.
After several seconds, the other man nodded.
"Well lock the door then! We cant have them hearing us."
Brian paused before locking the door, "What exactly do you have planned that should make it so that I have to lock the door anyways?"
Freddie smiled, "Well darling, I was going through your little journal and--"
Brian's eyes widened in horror and he cut Freddie off mid-sentance-"YOU read my journal?!"
"Mhmm," Freddie nodded again, "Yes I did, and I must say you're quite the dirty rockstar arnt you? Not the innocent one that everyone thinks you are."
"Why did you read that?! That's personal, private-" Brian's voice was filled with anger, "-How fucking dare you?"
Freddie shrugged nonchalantely, "Every time I ask you what your fantasies are, you never tell me. So I took matters into my own hands."
Brian glared at him, "That's still MY journal..I didnt want you to know about all of those."
"If you're so damn upset, then why are you locking the door as we speak?"
Brian glanced down at his hand and noticed that he was indeed locking the bedroom door. "Shut up, Freddie."
Freddie grinned, "Good boy. Now let's start- I planned it all out for you and everything, you dirty slut."
"This'd better be good." Brian muttered under his breath as he walked towards the bed.
"What was that, slut?" Freddie asked.
"Nothing.." Brian replied, standing before Freddie, "So what are you going to do to me?"
Freddie stood up and grabbed Brian's hair, taking matters quite literally into his hands, "We'll do exactly what you wanted to do."
Brian swallowed, nodding in agreement.
"Now, take your clothes off for me and turn around." Freddie commanded, picking up a piece of black rope which he'd hidden beside the bed.
Brian did as he was told, quickly removing his clothes and turning his back towards Freddie. Freddie examined him, looking his tall, thin body up and down before slapping Brian's ass. "If you wernt such a whore, I think you might qualify as beautiful." Freddie whispered, grabbing Brian's arms and forcing them behind his back. Quickly and skillfully, he tied the black rope around Brian's wrists, wrapping part of it in a slipknot and leaving quite a bit of lenght still left.
Taking both ends of the rope, he now fastened several smaller holes, altogether creating a body harness meant to allow Freddie to keep absolute control of Brian. Legs bound together, arms tied behind his back, Brian was completely vulnerable.
"Try moving." Freddie said, wanting to test this device before use. Brian struggled to separate his legs, but in vain; he was completely unable to move.
"Good," Freddie hissed, taking hold of the rope and using it to throw Brian's entire body onto the bed. Brian groaned, getting hard as Freddie continued to dominate him by grabbing his jaw and smacking him around.
"Touch me..." He sighed, wanting Freddie to relieve his erection.
The dominant one seemed insulted. "How dare you tell ME what to do you whore?" He smacked Brian, not playfully, but forcefully, leaving a red mark on his face. "You'll do what I say."
Brian nodded, verifying to Freddie that he was indeed the one in charge. Still this wasnt enough.
He grabbed Brian's erection, holding it tight enough to where it was actually painful. "I want you to tell me who's in charge of you."
Brian cringed, this was actually more painful then it'd seemed like in his fantasies, "You..are.." he whispered, praying for Freddie to let go but unwilling to ask.
"What? I cant hear you slut." Freddie tightened his grip even moreso. Brian clamped his eyes shut, trying to remove himself from the pain he was feeling. "You are." He managed to get out.
Freddie released his grip, gently rubbing Brian's cock as a reward for being so good. "I bet you'd love it if I would give you a blowjob."
Brian shook his head in agreement.
"You'll have to work for that." Freddie added, letting go of Brian's dick entirely, and letting his erection linger. Brian sighed.
Freddie untied one of Brians hands. "You're going to give me an orgasm, dear," He said, placing Brian's fingers onto his penis, "And you're going to give it to me in less then a minute, or else you're going to give yourself one and lick it off of my feet."
Brian bit his lip; Freddie seemed to be making up more to this then what Brian had written.
"Understand?" Freddie asked.
"Yes." Brian said nervously.
"Good." Freddie guided Brian's hand for a few seconds before letting go and stealing a look at the clock next to the bed. "One minute."
Working fast, Brian tried his very best to make Freddie cum. Using all of the tricks he'd learned over the course of their 2 year relationship, he still wasnt successful. Doing it with one hand
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