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Plaything Part 12

Plaything
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Oli Sykes
POV: Oli
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, slavery, rubber, piss
Dedications: antontobias86, fastbetty31, the_glory_days, bloodyhands mikeyface
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
12: Oli

I woke up with a low groan, reaching up to rub my head. I felt terrible, like I'd been hit over the head with a chair. Thankfully, I'd ended up in a bed instead of just a back alley. I curled into the sheets, feeling with a hand for someone else. I hoped I hadn't gone home with some ugly person. I was the only person in the bed, so I allowed my eyes to open up. The room I was in didn't have the look of a bedroom. In fact, the bed was the only bedroom thing in here. The walls were covered in off-white tiles and had a series of pipes running down them. This place felt like a bathroom that was unfinished and, for whatever reason, it had a bed. I rubbed at my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Sure enough, I wasn't. There was even tiles instead of carpet on the floor.

This was certainly fucked up.

"Hello?" I called out, not sure if I expected a response or not. When i didn't get one, I slipped off the bed and walked over to the door. I tugged on the handle, but it didn't budge. I kept trying, so it had to be locked."Is anyone out there?" I slammed my hand against the door, hoping for an answe this time.

Shit, I was stuck in this strange room alone. I headed back to the bed and curled up on it. Best I could do was just lay here. Least I didn't have to lay on the cold tiles. I sighed and trailed my hands over my naked, tattooed body. I was feeling for any marks. If I just looked over my body anything would be hard to spot due to my tatttoos. I felt every inch of skin, then laid back on the bed. Nothing. I looked up at the ceiling, blinking as I saw the whole thing was just one large mirror. I looked at myself, rolling onto my back to study myself.

Below my neck, I looked the same as I did when I last looked in one. Above, my hair was slightly longer, my lips were a deep blue and my eyes were lined black. Most importantly though, were a series of swirls that adorned the left side of my face. Had I gone to a tattoo parlor while I was drunk? I reached up and touched the lilac and black swirls. They didn't suit me at all. Sure, they were pretty but they'd look better on an emo slut boy then me.

As I thought that the door opened and one of those emo slut boys came in. He was a slim boy with brown hair that was styled to be slightly spiked and slightly in a fringe. He wore an outfit of tight jeans and a black leather vest. Around his waist was what looked like a form of utility belt and I could see the handle of a knife. In his hands was something I couldn't make out, since it was clear. "Hello Oli."

"Who are you?" I asked him, looking him over. I could take him if it came to that.

"Does that really matter?" He stepped into the room, kicking the door shut behind him with one of his booted feet. He settled the clear thing down on the end of the bed. "I'm sure you have many questions, like why are you here? or what's this tattoo on my face? and of course the one you've already asked. I assure you know, all of them are irrelevent. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to keep you completely in the dark. I'll just give you a few basic things. First Oli Sykes, you are mine. I'm going to do what I want with you. In fact, I already have." He gestured to my face, clearly meaning the swirls there. "Now, you may thing that I'm just a poor little emo boy and you can just punch me, get out and run yes?" He paused and I nodded a little, which made him smirk. "I'm not. I've dismembered, gutted and generally tortured and killed more boys then you could imagine. Some of which have far more muscle then you could ever hope to have. Now, follow my instuctions and you won't be one of them."

"What do you want me to do?" I wasn't sure if his words were truefully or not, but they scared me enough. I couldn't the the risk he could.

"Put on this." He nodded to the clear thing that he'd put down. I reached for it, lifting it up to look over it. It was a rubber suit. I shook my head, not wanting something like that on me. It didn't even look the right size. I dropped it to the floor. He growled at me as I did so. "As you wish." He came over to me pulling out his knife. My eyes widened and he held me down with his free hand. He slammed the blade right through the barbed wire tattoo on my right wrist, severing my hand. I screamed in pain, blood spraying over the bed. I watched him as he set my hand aside and cut some of my flesh from the wound. "Now will you do as I say?" I whhimpered spoftly, shaking my head. He smiled at me, getting a needle and thread and roughly stitching my skin to conceal my wound. "If you don't do exactly as I say then I'll have to use other methods." He leaned over me, whispering into my ear. "You have one more chance, if you don't put it on then I'll get your brother and you can watch as I fuck his tight ass and rummage in his guts."

I trembled as he stepped away, using the knife to cut through the thread, putting the needle back into a pouch on the belt. Now I definately believed him. "Don't hurt Tom."

"Then do as I say."

I stood up and picked the suit up with my one hand, unzipping the back and pulling my body into it. The suit had four holes, one for my cock and balls, another at my ass and one for each nipple. He came to me, helping my left arm into it and zipping it up at the back. "See, you can be obedient." He grinned at me, which made me shiver, the rubber was stiff and I could feel like I couldn't move much. He pulled both my arms behind me and I kept them ther when he released them. He reached under the bed and pulled out a series of other clear rubber items. One of them had a pair of clamps inside. One of the items was a strap, which he secured around my body to keep my arms in place. He picked up a small pounch and slide it over my cock and balls, pulling it tight. I held out a soft sound of pain, twitching as my parts were sealed away. As he reached for the clamps I heard a knock at the door. "Yes?"

The wood opened as he attached the first clamp to my left nipple, a chubby looking boy popping his head around it. He had similar swirls on his cheek to my own. "Sorry to disturb you."

"It's alright sweetie." The boy in front of me smiled at his voice, but didn't turn around. He secured the clamp tight, then attached the second. "Did you have fun at Ray's?"

"Oh yes." He nodded with a beautiful smile. "His pet told me mine did have a boyfriend."

"Ah... and I assume you want him?" He tightened the clamp, then moved behind me, forcing a finger dry into my asshole. The one at the door nodded again. "Who has him?"

"Patrick, I think."

"Ah, I call him later. Hopefully he hasn't gone knife happy yet." He added a second finger, making me groan in pain.

"Thanks baby. Love you."

"Love you too." I watched as the boy left and the door closed. He thrust his fingers in nd out of me, then removed theem completely. I could hear him undo his fly then felt him remove him.

"Who was he?" I asked with a soft whimper as he brushed his cock along my crack.

"My husband." He thrust his cock deep inside me, making me scream in pain. If the rubber wasn't so constricting I'd have fell over. He was bigger then I expected. He thrust in and out of me roughly, making my arsehole throb in pain, almost taking my mind off my nipples. How could someone like him have a husband? He rammed into me hard and deep. I could feel myself tear slightly around him. He chuckled into my ear. "You feel so tight, you're a top right?" I nodded with a whimper and he just laughed more. He started biting at my neck and I could feel his teeth pierce my flesh.

I closed my eyes, wishing this wasn't happening. I wished I was back at home, in my own bed, getting a morning blow job from my little brother. I thought about his tongue brushing over my head and twirling around my underside. Of course, my thoughts were disturbed as he came over my torn insides. He moved out from me, roughly replacing his dick with a butt plug. I groaned in pain as he sealed his cum and my own blood inside me, the plug brushing over my wounds. "Wat... what are you doing?"

He zipped up, then moved in front of me again. His face was flushed slightly. He didn't rely, just pushed me to the floor. I groaned as my rubber clad body hit it, thankful that the rubber and my hair took the force of the fall. He reached for the last bit of rubber on the bed, which was a hood. "I'm going to seal you up in this hood." He pulled it down over my head, a ring of rubber pushed into my mouth forcing my lips open. I could see everything through it. "I'll come and fuck you every day, later I'll consider releasing you to do more. For now you can just watch everything that happens to you." He pushed me under a clear toilet that wasn't fastened into everything. Then I realised something. Anything that was done in it would go into my mouth. I tried to squirm, but it was no good. He stepped over me, pissing into the basin above me. He aimed it for my mouth so most of the strong tasting fluid landed straight in there. he flashed a grin down at me. "You'll get more while your here. Shit too." He zipped up and my eyes widened, horrified. "Have fun."

I watched him as he went to the door, picking up my hand before, leaving me alone like that, the remains of his piss trickling into my mouth. I watched myself in the mirror above, sighing softly. Twisted fuck.
Tags: bring me the horizon, fic, oli sykes, oli sykes/ryan ross, panic! at the disco, ryan ross, slash
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