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Gerard's fingers slip into the garter framing Patrick's pretty little hole and snap them back onto the skin, his deep eyes gazing across the milky white skin. It's completely unmarked besides the redness from the snap of the garter and it's fucking beautiful. Patrick can't help but feel slightly self-conscious at how intently Gerard is staring, but the red head can't help it. His cock is leaking precum from the slight alone and his lip is beginning to bleed from his teeth clasping it so hard.

Patrick's balls are tight against his skin from the cool room, and Gerard would be tempted to lick them if it weren't so disgusting.

"So fucking pretty," he steps back, standing as his shoes click on the hard floor and the other men around the room take sharp breaths, hands jerking their cocks slow and steady.

"S-Sir," Patrick whispers from the floor, a blindfold tight across his eyes and his hands tied tight behind his back.

"Shhh, what's your safeword?"

Patrick looks hesitant to state it but he knows he has to if he wants to make his dominant proud of him. He knows he has to go through with this. It's his punishment.

He was touching himself the other day, fingers tight around that cock even though Gerard had specifically told him not to. He was leaning back on that bed, legs spread, back arched, sweat gleaming bright down his chest and thighs and forehead. Patrick hadn't heard Gerard come in the door. Hadn't heard those feet travel up the stairs, his music was up too loud. London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines or There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet. Patrick can't remember exactly which song he was on but he was so close to cumming, his hips were bouncing and his fingers were fast and and everything had been coming down on him.

He hadn't heard Gerard shut the door or come up the stairs, sure, but the moment that bedroom door opened and Gerard's eyes met Patrick's, those earbuds were ripped out of his ears and his eyes had widened so large, Gerard swore they'd pop out of his skull.

Patrick had been forced to wear a plug for the rest of that week, and he had an enema every night along with a good belting to his ass. Finally, after three days of that, Patrick had fallen to his knees in front of Gerard, a collar on his neck and tears in his eyes and he whispered in a beg to his dom.

"Please, I'll do anything. I'll do anything. I don't wanna do this anymore."

And so Gerard had given the poor kid a little sympathy and they agreed on a gangbang to clean the slate. Which brings them right back here, Patrick on his knees in the middle of the room with a little padding under them for comfort, a lingerie covering his body, and several men around him, all good friends of Gerard's. There's Frank Iero, some dude with tattoos all down his arms and dark black, shaggy hair covering his face while a little silver ring adorns his lip. Beside Frank is another kid, scrawny and tall with long, brown hair. He's wearing a plaid shirt, sleeves up to his elbows and a pair of dark brown eyes staring intently at Patrick with his arms crossed in front of his chest. William Beckett.

Beside Will and right in front of Patrick is Pete, 5'5" with tattoos littering his arms and short black hair on his head. His skin is just a shade darker than the others but it's not that noticeable. To Pete's right is a kid with short brown hair and a skinny frame, just like Will, but he's quite a bit taller. His name is Ryan, and finally at the very end is Travie McCoy. Dark skin, long, curly hair slicked back and a face full of piercings. He's the type of guy to have a big cock. One of the ones that blonde girls can barely fit their mouth over. Patrick fears for that.

"Patrick? Safeword?"

"Red for stop, yellow for be careful or slow down, green for go," Patrick takes a breath, lowering his head as Gerard walks around to his front.

"You heard him, boys. He safewords, you stop. Everyone stops. Make it fast. He needs to be home soon."

Patrick shuts his eyes as Will approaches from his right, immediately holding his jaw and kissing him hard, jerking his cock and holding it in front of his lips. Patrick takes a breath through his nose, parting his lips as Will presses inside his mouth and holds his hair, keeping him still.

"He's so fucking pretty," That's Pete, stroking the tips of his fingers down Patrick's back and to his ass, spreading his cheeks and spitting into his twitching hole, Patrick whines, pressing his ass back and arching his back.

"Ah, ah, don't move," Pete bites down on his right cheek while someone else fingers at his ass, pressing a thumb in and pressing against his walls.

"Damn," Frank breathes, biting his lip. Patrick chokes on Will's cock, pulling back as the brunette strokes his hair.

"Daddy, please," Patrick chokes, "I want your cum."

Will's eyes widen and he lets out a growl as he shoves his cock back through Patrick's lips, thrusting hard and fast and choking Patrick as he hits the back of his throat. He pulls out just in time jerking himself fast and cumming hard on Patrick's face followed by Ryan and Travie's. He didn't even realize they were that close

"Oh fuck."

As soon as they're done with that, he feels Pete pressing the tip of his cock to Patrick's ass and pressing in. Patrick immediately cries out, collapsing back onto his shoulders, cum wiped across the floor.

"Shh," Pete presses in, Frank spreading Patrick apart and watching in fascination as Pete continues in to the hilt. Frank's jerking fast, beside him.

"I'm gonna cum," Frank whispers, and in less than a minute, he's joining the other three spurting over Patrick's ass. Pete's the only one left, thrusting hard inside of Patrick and sending the blond moaning hard.

"Cum, Pete," Gerard whispers from behind him out of nowhere. Patrick didn't even realize Gerard was still here. He thought he left.

"I, ngh," Pete groans hard as he twitches, then pulls out and cums across Patrick's ass, right beside Frank's. Gerard takes a breath, then walks in front of Patrick, right beside Travie who's biting his lip and looking down at the blond.

"You did good. Let's get going. Thank you everyone for coming."

Patrick rises to his knees, looking up at Gerard with wide, blue eyes, face covered in cum.

"Did I do good, Sir?"

"So good."