So it started when I was watching a gay pride parade or whatever and then it kinda turned into mega hardcore m/s BDSM

Patrick watches as he cuffs one hand, hands moving slow against the blond's skin as he brings the Velcro in as tight as he can, still making sure circulation stays in his sub's hands.

Gerard laces the chain around the bar before cuffing it to Patrick's other wrist and keeping the Velcro tight there while Patrick's hands go to hold the bar, fingers on the top.

"Hips back, Sugar, keep that back arched," Gerard orders gently, pulling Patrick's hips back so his back and shoulders are stretched just enough.

Patrick quickly arches it, keeping his ass up enough that Gerard can line up well and not have much trouble. He can feel Gerard's smile against his neck as the man runs his leather gloves across the man's skin. He feels across Patrick's neck, tugging the black collar with the O ring on the front of his neck. Leather on skin, he pulls down to the clamps on Patrick's nipples, squeezing tight and stretching just the slightest every time Patrick inhales. He stays for a moment, pinching the sub's nipples through the clamp, then moving around to his stomach, squeezing the skin, and onto his ass.

Patrick jumps when Gerard smacks him lightly, then again a little harder and it feels horrible with the cage around his cock, restricting him from even getting hard.

Gerard grabs his ass sharply, pulling the boy close and feeling him inhale deeply, a small whine coming through the muzzle.

The dom teases the gloves up his ass and to his back, pressing up the skin and back down where he smacks the skin much harder.

Patrick jumps and stumbles forward but Gerard yanks him back, quickly grabbing a couple ropes from the table with Velcro straps.

He straps the Velcro around Patrick's thighs and ties the rope into hooks in the floor so his hips can't move again and he's stuck in place.

"You hurting Baby Boy?" Gerard whispers into Patrick's ear.

Patrick doesn't reply—can't reply. He's muzzled and even so he doesn't know if he could. It really does hurt, though. His cock straining against the padding, unable to leak precum or cum at all. He only squeezes his eyes shut as Gerard runs his fingers over the lace thong he made Patrick wear.

He can feel the fingers edging around the plug in his ass, then his balls, drawn up, and finally along to the cage, Patrick's shaking as Gerard pokes a finger in and nudges the sound in his dick before pulling the finger out.

"Yeah, you're a nasty little slave, huh? That pretty sound in your cock and the cockring down there, too? I bet you've been begging for something all week, Slave," Gerard breathes in Patrick's ear before biting down hard and watching Patrick buck back sharply. Gerard smacks his ass, making the boy sob out through the muzzle as the plug hits right against his prostate.

"Don't make me take you over to get strapped in the X, Baby Boy, or you won't get fucked for another week. You remember why you're all plugged up like this as it is, Love," Gerard growls, "I came home and saw you touching yourself even though you know damn well it's firm rule that you don't disobey me." He punctuates damn and firm and don't and disobey and me all with hard slaps and Patrick begins shaking at that. Both from being stood up for 3 hours straight and then having the 5th enema this week right after. He doesn't know if he can take anymore but at the same time he loves it. The strictness, the fact that Gerard makes it seem like he raped and murdered a woman when he really only touched himself.

Gerard pulls away, hands disappearing and Patrick is completely blind. He knows he's not allowed to turn his head from the wall so instead he just looks at the blackness, listening closely for Gerard.

The flogger strikes on his mid back and Patrick immediately yells into the muzzle from the lack of warning. It doesn't stop, though, just keeps going over and over and over again into his arched back. He quickly shuts up and just takes deep breaths, struggling to calm his racing heart.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen... twenty... twenty-five... thirty. The pace is fast and it's hard to keep up. Patrick eventually just falls limp and lets Gerard do as he pleases. Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty.

Gerard stops, Patrick squeezes his eyes shut in relief.

That's when he feels the paddle on his ass.

Patrick tries his best not to buck forward, just stiffens his thighs and takes deep breaths. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. Deep breaths.

"You want that fucking muzzle off, Whore? Finally a little bit of freedom?" Gerard asks, pulling Patrick up so their eyes meet and Gerard can see the dilated eyes. They're searching his own for a hint of mercy and watering at the edges and Gerard almost feels a hint of sympathy. Almost.

The dom shoves Patrick back forward and paddles his ass three more times before throwing it to the floor. Patrick can hear the clatter of wood on linoleum but he can't focus too long because the next thing he knows, Gerard's turned on a remote and both his cockring and the buttplug are vibrating at the highest level.

Patrick screams into the muzzle, arms slipping from the bar and his breaths becoming so labored he thinks he's hyperventilating. The straps around his legs prevent him from falling forward and instead, he goes to his knees, body trembling like tires on gravel.

Gerard gently presses his hand around Patrick's throat, watching the boy's eyes widen in pain and tears finally come crashing down. He's full on crying, hands shuddering and legs shaking violently. And that's when Gerard finally kisses his forehead and slips off the muzzle.

"You can talk if you'd like to, but we're going to continue with your punishment. I know it hurts, but you'll make it through this," Gerard nods.

"Thank you, Master," Patrick pants.

"Hands on the bar, Slave. Back arched, ass in the fucking air," Gerard nods to him.

"S-Sir, I c-cant—"

"Do I have to fucking muzzle you again, Whore? Fucking get on the bar and quit whining."

Patrick takes a deep breath before complying, hands shaking as he grips the bar and rises back to his feet, bending over and arching his back.

Gerard turns off the vibrators and watches Patrick go limp in relief before Gerard slowly inches off the thong and lets it fall to the floor. Gerard leans down, spreading Patrick's legs a little and pulling out the plug before setting it down and pressing two fingers into his loose entrance.

Patrick inhales deeply letting Gerard press all the way in to his prostate, then back out to unbuckle the straps holding the chastity cage around his waist.

Patrick moans out at the feeling of his cock finally, finally having freedom. It immediately curves up and slaps his stomach, interested in everything Gerard's been doing even if Patrick himself isn't as much.

Gerard hushes Patrick's whimpers as he reaches around and gently grabs the hook between two fingers. With one, long gentle movement, he pulls the sound from Patrick's cock, steadying his slave gently then setting the sound down and softly massaging Patrick's aching cock.

"Thank you, Master," Patrick breathes even though he can barely speak.

Gerard kisses the back of his neck, then stands up completely, putting the toys away and coming back not long after, hands in his pockets.

The dom trails his hands down between Patrick's legs, testing his stretched the boy is and pressing a finger around the rim. It makes Patrick whine the slightest, he knows about the bundle of nerves there and how much Patrick loves it.

Gerard leans down and kisses around Patrick's ass, not leaving any marks, just kissing to relax him a little, then spreading his cheeks as far as they'll go.

Sure enough, he's stretched and loose and Gerard nearly moans out at that, but holds it back as well as he can. Instead, he just presses his tongue inside, feeling Patrick clench around him, but soon after unclench and let Gerard do his thing. He delves in and out, sucking right on his entrance before pulling off. His hands stay firm on either side of Patrick's cheeks, his tongue fucking Patrick's ass and making the boy moan and whimper above him.

Eventually, Gerard gets up, smacking Patrick's ass, and tugs down his jeans and belt in one go, followed soon after by his boxers. He doesn't bother with anything besides getting it below the crotch so he can at least free his length.

Gerard spits on his cock, just enough to lube it, but not well. Just like that, he lines up with Patrick's entrance, and starts pressing in.

Patrick whines and whimpers, resisting the urge to buck back and instead just takes a deep breath and takes it.

Gerard trails his fingers down Patrick's back, then slaps the sub's ass on both sides and grips his hips hard.

"You ready to be fucked?" Gerard asks softly.

"Yes, Master, please!" Patrick replies clearly.

Gerard smirks and leans forward, biting down gently on Patrick's earlobe, then pulls back and finally thrusts in. Hard.

Patrick almost immediately moans, bouncing against the fast pace. Gerard is showing no mercy and his cock, god his cock. It hurts so fucking bad, and he would kill to get the ring off, but he doesn't want to upset Gerard, so he only keeps quiet and takes it. He has a safeword. He can use it. He will use it if he needs but he knows he's far from his limit. So very far.

Gerard grunts out on every thrust, hips slapping hard against Patrick's as he thrusts his hips forward and continues to grope Patrick's ass softly. Patrick feels his wet cock diving in and out of his entrance, stretching his walls out. Gerard's hands on his hips, tugging him closer and he swears he'll slip from the bar again.

The black haired boy behind him adjusts his angling the slightest to hit right against his prostate, and if Patrick weren't wearing the cockring, he knows he would have cum. He's craving it. The white overcoming his senses, an explosion flowing through his ears. His entire body clenching and spamming at its highest point of tension. And finally, his cock releasing all over his chest but he knows he has to wait until Gerard's punishment for him is over. He has to be patient like a good boy and he's more than happy to do that. The past week was hell, he needs release. Needs to cum.

Gerard pulls back for a moment, his ears perking up at the sound of Patrick's whimper, but when he turns on the vibration for the cockring, everything just goes to overwhelm him.

Patrick sobs, his arms shaking and his legs following suit as Gerard comes right into his abused entrance. The clenching of his ass sending his dom over the edge.

He feels Gerard grip his hips sharply, fingers pressing hard into his skin and he's sure it'll leave marks. Marks that show he belongs to Gerard and nobody else.

Gerard smacks Patrick's ass harshly, recovering quick while Patrick continues to crave it, and he nearly risks begging Gerard to just take off the cockring. He knows it would just result in his wearing it longer, though, so he waits obediently.

"You wanna cum?" Gerard asks quietly into Patrick's ear, "You wanna show me how much of a good boy you are and come all over this fucking floor?"

Patrick sobs out as Gerard wraps a hand around Patrick's oversensitive cock, stroking the flushed pink base and continuing up to spread the tiniest bit of moisture that's escaped through the cockring.

"Yes, Master," Patrick sobs, "please, please Master."

Gerard sighs softly, pressing a finger into his oversensitive ass to scoop up some of the cum leaking out and presses it into Patrick's mouth instead. Patrick sucks it down like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted and he needs more. That's all he needs to do to convince Gerard.

"Alright, Baby, it's been a hard week," Gerard leans down and quickly unstraps the cockring from around Patrick's length. The relief sends chills up Patrick's spine and he's so close, so, so close. He just needs a little more. That's it.

Gerard sees it and without a thought, goes to his knees behind Patrick and licks up his cum from inside his stretched, used entrance. That's all it takes.

Patrick screams out, hips stuttering and his entire body shaking as he cums. Hard. His toes curl, ass clenches, fingers tighten around the bar. The rest is lost.

He passes out.

***

Patrick wakes up some time later, covered by a thick blanket and dark sheets and as soon as he sees Gerard beside him, he sighs the slightest in relief. Gerard. Oh god, Gerard.

Patrick pulls his dom forward, nuzzling into the raven's chest and refuses to let go. Gerard doesn't stop him, decides aftercare can wait for a bit. They both need a moment that isn't completely kinky. Just one to connect with each other. Gerard accepts that. The only words that leave his lips, drip with sweetness.

"I love you."

"Love you, too."