Hey y'all should check out Everything Will Be Alright if you get a chance. It's like. All the My Chemical Romance songs are turned into people and teach Gee not to be an asshole. It's great. Also Can't Help Falling In Love if you haven't already :)

"Sir," Patrick whispers, eyes foggy as Gabe forces him down on his knees, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Shut up unless you'd like the spend the night as a fucking footrest you useless slut," Gabe growls, yanking a leash from the wall and attaching it to the ring on Patrick's collar. Patrick bites his lip, looking up at his don with a look of such admiration, Gabe would have thought he was a dog stuck in the body of a human if he didn't know any better.

"Get on the bed, Hayley won't be home until later and maybe she can join us. For now, I want you to just follow my orders, forget about everything else, understood?"

Patrick nods, heading to the bed on his hands and knees and climbing up before taking steady position on his knees with his hands behind his back. Gabe comes forward, clipping the collar around Patrick's neck and testing the chain. Patrick's neck immediately jerks forward at the tug. Gabe nods.

"Can you take it without prep? I know you've had the plug all day but I'm not sure how big it is," Gabe says, "Hayley's never that good at guessing how big to get them."

"I can take it, Sir," Patrick says, tapping his foot impatiently, "I promise."

Gabe looks at him with a disapproving look, coming over with a ball gag, "Open."

Patrick parts his lips and opens his mouth wide while Gabe puts it on Patrick and buckles the strap on the back. When it's in secure, he takes Patrick's hands, stopping the tapping and ties them above his head with a spare cloth on the bedside table.

"Do you know that inflatable plug I got you for your birthday last year?" Gabe asks, rubbing his fingers over Patrick's nipple and pinching the small bud until Patrick whines, "Would you like to use that tonight?"

Patrick nods enthusiastically, hands and feet now shaking in anticipation. Gabe nods gently, and leans down under their bed to grab the box where the black plastic plug lays.

"Easy, Baby," Gabe whispers as he sets it on the bed and Patrick stares at it with a loving, hungry look, "You've been on edge all day. I want you to relax, okay?"

Patrick nods, but doesn't look up from the plug.

"Do you understand, Patrick?"

He looks up, quickly realizing his mistake and nods again once his eyes meet Gabe's.

"Good," Gabe nods, "4th position."

Patrick immediately presses down, his front flat against the blankets while his ass remains up in the air with easy access.

"Good boy," Gabe whispers, yanking off his shirt and pressing a steady palm against Patrick's cheek, spreading it open to reveal the plug already nudged there. Patrick whimpers, nuzzling his face into the fabric as Gabe lubes the second plug and replaces the first, skinny and smooth.

"Count them off," Gabe says, "In your head."

Patrick nods, unclenching gently as Gabe pumps the air a few times, swelling it up inside him until it matches the size of the last plug. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

"Good?" Gabe asks stopping for a moment. Patrick nods, pushing back gently in slow, desperate strokes, whining through the gag.

"Shh," Gabe holds the plug in place as he begins pumping it more, stretching Patrick out further, "Does that feel good?"

"'Ore," Patrick asks, "Ease."

Gabe nods, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, shit. Seventeen, eighteen.

Patrick whines, arching his back as his hands grip the sheets and he tries his best to keep the plug in.

"That a boy," Gabe lets go of the pump, the plug now around the thickness of a plum, "I want you to hold it in for me." He presses his hand down to Patrick's stomach and further to his leaking cock, "Moan for me, just relax."

Patrick nods as Gabe pumps the plug a little more to the point where it begins to hurt and Patrick jerks away, whining in protest.

"Relax," Gabe repeats, "in with me."

They both take a deep breath and Gabe forces in a few more. They're at 25 now. Patrick feels himself stretching uncomfortably and he's sure Gabe could fit four fingers in by now.

"And out."

They exhale, Patrick frowning as tears rise to his eyes and Gabe strokes his cock, "Do you think you could take fifty?"

Patrick whines, shaking his head, as his body begins to shake.

"Could you do it for me anyway?" Gabe asks, "Afterwards I'll give you all the aftercare you could ever want, you're such a good boy for me, a good little slutty pet. Only 21 more, please?"

Patrick squeezes his eyes shut but when Gabe tugs on the chain of his leash, he nods, clenching down on the ball gag, "Good pet."

Patrick whines as Gabe pumps the plug a little more, still keeping the chain tight and forcing the plug to stay with his knee, "You're gonna be so stretched out. I bet I could fit both of my fists inside you."

Thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four... thirty five.

Patrick jerks forward, crying out through the gag, "'ir, 'ir, 'ir! 'Ease."

"Five more," Gabe bargains, "That's all. We can take as much time as you need."

"'O, 'o, 'ease." Patrick sobbing now, shaking into the pillows, 'o 'ore."

"I know you can take it," Gabe whispers, "Deep breath, in."

Patrick cries as he shakes his head, but after a moment, he complies, gathering himself and taking a long breath in, then exhaling, fitting two more pumps in. Patrick jerks away, but Gabe forces him back by the collar.

"'Oke 'e..." Patrick mumbles, still crying, but settled a little.

"Would that make it better?" Gabe asks.

Patrick nods, shutting his eyes. Gabe gathers up the leash and holds him back tight, causing the flow of air to cut from his throat. He holds him there for a moment, taking in how he stays completely still, years still leaving his eyes, but eventually, he finally grabs the pump again.

"Three more. Ready?"

Patrick nods.

One.

Two.

Patrick gasps for breath but nothing comes, when the last pump is send through him, jolting his entire body, Gabe finally lets go of the leash and lets the plug push out onto the bed. Patrick gasps for air, but he doesn't get enough and so he struggles with the gag. Gabe helps it off of him and as soon as it's joined the plug, he gasps for air, whimpering out Gabe's name as another wave of tears sends the blond over the edge.

"You did so amazing, Baby," Gabe unties the cloth from Patrick's wrists, "So good, I'm so proud of you. So proud, so amazing. I couldn't ask for a better sub."

Patrick wipes away his tears and looks to Gabe, still overfilled with emotion.

"I love you..."

"I love you, too, Patrick."