*~*David's POV: June 9, 2013*~*
Pairings: David/Jon & David/Tico

Ugh, what did I do last night? How could I be so stupid? I could have just sent Jon back to his room, but no...I just HAD to give in to what he was offering. Fuck, what kind of friend am I?

I can hear Tico's voice in the back of my head. I trained you better than this; to keep your emotions out of it. What kind of Dominant are you if you can't control yourself? He'd be right. Tico was who I needed to talk to. Jon's too attached. Or am I that arrogant?

The sun is relentless and prods me until I roll out of bed and pull on my favorite plaid lounge pants. Yeah yeah, call me old. Those fuckers are comfy. I stuff my room key into the pocket and peek out. The hallway is empty as I hurry to Tico's door and knock.

"David?" Tico answers the door, surprised to see me so early, "What's happening, man?"

My eyes gave him a quick once over, taking note of his dark chest hair and muscled arms. Up to his tousled hair. Fuck, he still makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy. "Sorry it's early, but I need your help...advice and you're the only one I can come to about this particular situation."

Nice way of saying, Hey you fuck me in the ass so I'm coming to you with all my shit.

Tico studied my face closely, frowning slightly before standing aside to silently let me in through the door. He closed it quietly, deliberately, the sound of the lock clicking into place was loud in the silence.

I walk over to the sofa and kneel in front of it, waiting for him to sit above me. "Tell me," Tico said simply.

A small sigh escapes my lips. "I--I got myself into something and not sure how to handle it. I'm confused, Sir." Boy, I haven't called him that for a while. The word left a sweet taste on my tongue. "With Jon. He came into my room last night."

"Oh?" he says and steeples his fingers beneath his chin, "You're not telling me the whole story, are you, my pet? Continue."

"I tried to...I don't know...stop?" Tico's hand came down hard on my cheek. "I fucked him, Sir. I fucked Jon."

"That's a good boy. It wasn't that hard to just say you fucked him, was it now?" His fingers caress the pinkness from the impact and I lean into that touch. "What did Jon do?"

I swallow hard and remember the delicious thoughts. "He asked me to hold him. His hand kinda trailed down my chest and stomach. Before I know it, he's holding my cock and begging me to fuck him." I shake my head. "And I fucked the shit out of him until he collapsed on the bed."

"And how did that make you feel, my pet?" Tico asks.

"Powerful...yet I woke up this morning feeling guilty." There was a tugging in my groin and I move my hands over to try and hide it.

Tico smirks down at me. "Stand up." I do as he commands and stand in front of him. Tico curls his fingers into the soft fleece of my pants and yanks them to my ankles. "Did you like fucking Jon? Did you do it how I used to fuck you, my pet?"

"Yes, Sir. Buried my cock in his ass until he was screaming and writhing under me," I respond and gasp as his hand smacks the underside of my erection.

"And is that why you came to me this morning? Do you want that again?" Tico asks with a snarl, "Or are you looking for my approval for taking on a new lover?"

Fuck Tico was full of questions. Should have known he'd ask. "Both, Sir. I need to know how you can so easily do it without feelings and emotions getting in the way."

"Who says they don't get in the way, my pet?" he replies and walks slowly around me, "You just need to learn how to compartmentalize them. Who's emotions and feelings exactly, are we talking about?"

I squeeze my eyes shut and mutter, "Mine. Jon's been my brother for 35 years. Obviously, I love him in some capacity, but I can't take getting emotionally involved in another person. I can't." My long curls hung in curtains around my face as my head bows.

Tico's feet stop in front of me and my heart pounds. He grips my chin hard and forces me to look at him. "Then you need to be honest with Jon, my pet." He rears back and I feel the sting of his palm against my cheek as stars explode behind my eyelids. "Now," he turns from me, "what do you think you deserve for your indiscretion?"

"Master's pet deserves to feel Master's cane for being unable to control his emotions," I breathe out and my cock twitches in agreement.

With a move faster than lightning, he grabs a fistful of my hair, drags me to the table and pushes me down onto the cold wood. "Stay!"

I listen to him unzip his bag and shift several items around. Several drops of pre-cum drools from my cock head and down my thighs. I miss the anticipation and jump when a loud crack rings out near my ear. "Is this what you want, my pet?"

"Yes, Master. Please, Master," I beg and wiggle my ass for him.

The thin wood taps against my sensitive flesh, warming it up to get the blood flowing. With the first crack, I jump and inhale sharply. Two...Three...Four...I'm fighting to keep my breathing even. The fifth crack makes me rock forward onto my toes and my fingers curl.

"Have you become soft over time, pet?"

"No, Master," I reply, shaking my head vigorously.

"Let's see, shall we?" The wood whistles through the air and hits with more force. My knees nearly give out and I whimper. "Looks like my perfect pet has become a pathetic pussy."

Harder and harder he whips me and my eyes roll back into my head. I feel my ass stressing under the abuse, but I moan to urge him on. "Your pet can take it, Master."

"Is this what you wanna do with Jon? Do you wanna see him beg for you to hurt him?" Crack

"Yes, Master."

"Do you want him to call you Master and obey you?" Crack

"Oh god yes, Master."

Crack...Crack...Crack...

"Do you want to see him break like you're going to?" Crack

"Fuck...Yes, Master." My cock was throbbing for a desperate release.

"Louder! I didn't hear you."

"Yes, Master," I say a little louder and my voice cracks. My balls tighten as each impact makes me shake.

"Your ass will always belong to me. You're nothing without me, you pathetic..." Crack "...little..." Crack "...Jew." Crack...Crack

The pain overwhelms my body. I grunt as my cock pulsates and white cum streams onto the table and floor. "Master...yes Master," I moan in a mantra rhythm. He tosses the cane to the floor and yanks me by the hair.

"On your knees, slut. Maybe you'll learn something," Tico growls and I obey, dropping to my knees. He pulls his shorts down enough for his cock to spring out and rubs it over my lips. "Suck it, my pet."

I slide my tongue along the large vein and work up the saliva. Tico holds my curls and forces himself into my throat. He knows I can handle it. Always could. I close my lips and let him fuck my mouth at his will.

"My little faggot loves sucking his Master's cock, doesn't he?" He pulls me back and moans at the string of saliva joining us.

"Yes, Master. I love sucking Master. Thank you for letting me please you, Master," I groan before bobbing my head along the shaft. It swishes around and I make a delicious slurping noise.

"That's it, my pet. Faster. I want you to choose my cock over breathing. Good boy," Tico groaned. "Make your Master proud." I suck back and clench my throat. He pushes my nose into his dark hair and I inhale his scent as his cock thickens.

I hum happily as his cum pours into me and I lick up every drop. "Thank you, Master," and I look up at him with content. He sends me to clean up and is pouring another cup of coffee when I return, free of sweat and fresh breath.

He meets me and gives me a sweet kiss. "Do you feel clearer about it all?"

"I do and I know what I have to do. How do you always know what I need?"

"Fifteen years as your lover and 31 as your brother, I've learned a thing or two," he responds and hands me my fallen pants. "Probably know you better than Lexi or April did."

I pull on my pants and give him a hug. "You've always been the best." I was nearly at the door when Tico said something that rang in my head.

"A dominant will always have feelings for their submissive." Tico opened the door for me and I cross the threshold into the hallway. "Better to embrace it than fight it." I turned back to question him, but the door was already closed.

"Lema?" I froze at the gentle behind me and mouthed 'Fuck' to myself.

I spin around and gave Jon a cheerful smile. "Morning, Jon." Shit was that too cheerful?

"Whatcha doing with T?" he asked, a quizzical look brushed over his face.

My eyes slid to the closed door and back to Jon. "Advice. He's an old man. Needed help with...an accordion part..." An accordion part? Really? You're the only geek that would ever pick up that instrument in a rock band.

"Huh? Wouldn't have thought Teek could help you with that?" Jon shook his head in confusion.

"He's full of tricks and surprises," I respond and start towards my room.

"So, um- about last night," Jon hedged near the door.

I slid the key in the lock and push the door open. "What about it?"

"Can I come inside? Please?" Jon grins at me.

Fuck, Rashbaum, don't do it. Don't fucking do it. "Sure. Yeah, no problem." I stood aside to let Jon into the room, his fingers gingerly trailing across my chest tattoo. You fucking idiot.

"So last night was amazing," Jon says as he wanders to the bed. He slides onto the rumpled sheets and lays back, propping himself up with his elbows, legs splayed and dangling over the edge.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I reply, turning on the coffee maker and ignoring the twisting in my stomach. He looks beautiful and his invitation couldn't be any more obvious. Control yourself. Remember Tico's control. "Coffee?" My inner Joker snorts and doubles over in laughter.

"Hmm...maybe with a little cream?" he shrugs.

I look over at him and smirk, propping a hand on my hip. "You never take cream in your coffee."

"Did I say I wanted it in my coffee?" Jon's hand slides to his dick and squeezes.

"Jon," I said, beelining and supporting my arms on either side of his head. "What happened last night shouldn't have. Not with the emotional state you've been in." Hell, I even surprise myself with the steadiness of my voice.

"The fuck with my emotional state! It has nothing to do with it," he replies taken aback.

"You wouldn't have come in here if Richie were still around, would you?" Oh, here we go. Nice job, asshole.

"Leave him outta this!" Jon spits as he tries to stand up, any possible escape off the bed blocked by my arms.

My jaw tightens and I lift my hand, bringing it down swiftly against his cheek. "Answer me, pup."

"Fuck you D!" Jon snarled rubbing at his cheek.

"I said," my hand slaps him again. "Answer me. Answer me like a fucking man or I'll treat you like a little bitch."

"No! No, I probably wouldn't have come to you if he were here!" Jon yells, hurt and angry, "Ya happy now?!"

I smirk down at him and run the back of my fingers over the sting marks, dropping my lips on his to silence him. "Kneel on the bed." I straighten up to allow him enough room to move.

"What the hell for?" He retorts.

"If you want me and you want me to fuck you, you'll kneel and listen."

Jon searches my face for a moment, then slowly moves as he was told to do. His face betrays him and shows the heartache of remembering Richie.

I let out a long breath and turn off the coffee making, slowly stirring in the sugar and creamer. "Rule one: I don't make love...I fuck." My words came out as a snarl. "Hard."

Jon couldn't control the shudder of desire that ran through him at the way David said it. His eyes flutter closed briefly and a breathy sigh escapes his lips.

"I don't do romantic relationships anymore," I say, sipping at the delicious coffee. "Rule Two: When we're alone, you will only address me as Sir. Not Lema, DB, Dave or David. Understand?"

"Ye-yes, Sir," Jon breathes.

I took another long sip and set the mug down. "Rule Three: When waiting for me or in my presence, you'll always be naked and kneeling with her head bowed. Hands palm up on your thighs and you do not speak until spoken to. Understand?"

Jon clears his throat slightly before answering, "Yes, Sir."

"Final rule is you'll be at my disposal. When I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you. When I want you to suck me, you'll get on your knees and give me that pretty little mouth." I stroke his chin and slap him. "You're mine to use. Understand?"

"Oh god," Jon murmurs under his breath, "Yes, yes please, Sir."

I smile and trace my thumb over his bottom lip. "Such beautiful lips. I can't wait to see them kiss swollen and whimpering for me...begging for release." I lean in and capture that lip in mine, suckling at it and pulling at Jon's hair.

Jon whimpers under the assault on his mouth. He's suddenly released, his head spinning. Something catches his eye on my hip, just on the edge of the waistband, as I straighten. "What's that?" he asks and reaches out to touch the area.

"Don't worry about it," I reply, catching his hand and moving out of his reach.

Jon crawls off the bed as I walk to my coffee. "No, let me see. I need to know if you need medical assistance." I wasn't quick enough and he pulls my pants away from my body.

"Jon...come on..." It's no use. He sees the bruises from the table earlier. "I bumped my keyboards."

"You know that set up better than anyone and you know how to move around it." His fingers trace over the black and purple marks.

I try to ignore his eyes and drink my coffee. "I'm also accident prone, remember?"

"Not that much! Is there any more?" He asks and yanks the fabric down, exposing the brutal bloodied marks that cover my ass and upper thigh. "What the fuck?!"

"Jon..."

"No! Tell me!" Jon grabs and spins me around to face him. "Who the hell did that?"

My eyes close tight and all I want is to be anywhere but here. "If I tell you who, you can't freak out or overreact." Jon nods. "Tico. He...I asked him too." I pull away and sit on the bed, wincing at the contact. "I've been his submissive for years. Since my divorce from Lexi, I took on learning the Dominant role to gain back the control I lost with her. "

"Ti- Tico did that to you?" Jon gasps, "I mean... I know he can be a mean fucker, but..."

"This is nothing," I confess, closing my eyes to block out his worried stare. "I've gotten worse where I can't get out of bed."

"Show me?" Jon asks softly, "Show me again."

His request made me do a double take. "Just...be careful." I stand and turn around with a sigh, waiting for his response.

"Okay. I promise." Jon curls a finger into the waistband and gently pulls my pants all the way down where I step out of them. He folds them neatly and places them on the dresser. He hisses out a sympathetic breath. "Do you want me to get a first aid kit from Matt or Dean?"

I shake my head and point to the table by the window. "There's one in my carry on, always is. It's a black and red bag."

Jon pokes around in my suitcase before coming back with my aftercare bag. I try to open it and grab the products I need but he stops me. "Please, Sir...Let me," Jon says. He gets to his knees and lays out the products on the floor.

"Shit," I hiss as he washes the wounds with saline solution and a soft cloth.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Jon murmurs, his attention on the most severe of the wounds.

I look in the wall mirror and see him behind me. His face twists with lines of pain and I sigh in relief as he spreads a thin layer of arnica gel. "Johnny, how do you know what to use?"

"Richie...he and I..," he starts to say but can't continue, swallowing heavily around a lump that had formed in the back of this throat.

"You didn't just lose a band member or lover...you lost your Master, didn't you?"

"Yeah..." Jon nods. He seems to be fighting with himself before physically shaking himself free of the memories.

We both are silent for a few minutes. Jon finishes and packs the products back in the bag. I lean on the dresser and stare at his bowed form in the mirror. "Did you want me to be your Dominant, Johnny?" I look over at him and smile. "Is that why you came to me last night?"

"I- I didn't- yes, yes I think so. I didn't really think too hard about it. Just something made me come to you." Jon replies and inclines to his head upward. "Will you? Please, Sir?"

"On two conditions..."

"Anything." Jon bows his head and waits.

I turn to face him fully and whisper, "First tell me your safe word...and two..." I tilt his head to meet my eyes. "You'll allow me to bend you over that bed and fuck you until you forget Richie's name."

A small sob broke from Jon's lips and his eyes close briefly. He opens them again, clear and certain of the future, and said, "My safe word is Prayer, Sir."

"And mine is Memphis. Now stand up, take off your shorts and bend over the bed for me." I watch as he gets to his feet and shucks off his boxers. He bends at the waist. "Spread your legs," and he obeys. "That's my good pup."