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"I got you a present."
That was a first. Stuart's reaction was delayed, like it always was fifteen minutes after a dose of butorphanol. He hardly had time to blink before a box was plopped in his lap and Murdoc took a seat on the bed next to him, impatiently nudging his side with an elbow.
The bassist barging into his room unannounced wasn't unusual, but he hardly ever came in tow with a package, even less likely one addressed to him.
Stuart squinted, groaning a little as he sat up in the middle of his bed. 'Confused' didn't begin to cover it. Murdoc wasn't a big gift-giver, unless you counted the rare days he'd gracefully chuck a pack of cigarettes at him after he'd made a run to the corner store. Something presented so formally in a nondescript package to keep the mystery seemed…abnormal. Stuart crossed his legs, looking over it.
"...'s not my birthday, or anyfing…" He mumbled blankly, inspecting the box.
It wasn't wrapped, nothing more than plain white cardboard. Suspicious. It did interest him, though, in a weird way. Was this a prank? 2D briefly entertained the thought of chucking the parcel across the room. Knowing Murdoc, it just might've been a snake or a tarantula or some other creature he'd picked up outside and decided to sadistically stuff into a box to terrorize him with.
Stuart awkwardly tapped his nails against the side, sweating a bit. "...this isn't like, a trick or summfin, is it…?"
Murdoc clubbed a fist over the back of his head. "Open it and find out. Sod." Green teeth showed through his annoyed snarl, hypocritically showing offense to his wariness. It wasn't like he hadn't given him a reason to be cautious.
2D ground his molars together, rubbing over where Murdoc's hand had met his head. It was a rather good thing his brain happened to be swimming with painkillers at the moment, otherwise the unfair blow would've hurt a lot more. He neglected to bite his tongue this time, spaced out as he was.
"Can't right blame me though, can yew?? You're always fuckin'...bein' a dick……" 2D muttered that last part under his breath. His heart skipped a beat with panic, wondering if he'd made a misstep. Talking back usually earned him a harsh snap or a smack in return.
Murdoc frowned. Something twitched in his face, a little darkness behind his eyes that told he was trying exceptionally hard not to hit him again.
He spoke through his teeth, smile strained. "...well, I'm not right now, am I? I'm actually being rather nice to you. Now be a good boy, and open it already."
2D didn't like how he said that. The sweet, borderline patronizing tone made him just a bit sick, and even more suspicious. Like he was a fox being coaxed into a cage to be killed and skinned. But Stuart knew better than to test Murdoc's patience further, so, with great pause, he opened the box.
It wasn't…quite what he was expecting. A collar. Leather, black, synthetic, and with a little matching lead bundled up in a coil in the center. 2D tilted his head, scratching at the back of his neck. He didn't know what to make of it. "Oh. Erm…"
"You like?" Murdoc sounded excited, disturbingly excited. It made 2D nervous.
He traced lithe fingertips along the edge of it, lips pursed with uncertainty. It was a pretty weird gift, even for Murdoc's standards. He suddenly snapped his head towards him, dark eyes blown.
"Muds, did yew get me a puppy??" A joke, mostly. Stuart tried not to feel disappointed as Murdoc laughed, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand towards the box.
"No, don't be thick. It's for you."
Stuart blinked owlishly. "...bit of an odd fashion statement…" He turned back towards the collar, still dreadfully puzzled. It was then he noticed the tag, silver and dangling from a clip on the side. He thumbed it over. "2-D". Of course Murdoc had gotten it engraved, he was nothing if not excessive.
Murdoc scoffed, shaking his head. The moron still wasn't getting it, but he could hardly blame him. After his poor, pitiful little accident, he needed help even understanding the simplest concepts. 2D inconvenienced him daily with stupid little questions and stupid little actions, if it weren't for Murdoc, the dolt probably would have overdosed or fell off a cliff years ago.
In a selfish, twisted way, Murdoc adored it. Being depended on. Gave him some fulfillment in his otherwise miserable life, knowing no matter what, Stuart needed him. He hadn't stopped being his caretaker since that fateful day he crashed his car into his dented noggin, and it gave him a purpose. But Stuart needed him more than he needed Stuart, Murdoc told himself.
It wasn't true.
"It's for the bedroom, nitwit. Christ, you're insufferable…" He explained, plucking the collar from the box and dangling it between his fingers. "I figured you'd be into this, yeah? You're chained to me, doll. Like a dog."
2D scoffed. "You're kidding."
"Afraid not." Murdoc laughed again, quieter, one of those annoying 'haw haww' laughs he did when he was being perverted.
Stuart started to sweat again, his eyes catching the taunting way the tag glinted in what little light shone from his TV set. Just like Murdoc to gift him something that was really only meant for himself. He swallowed.
"...I won't do it."
Now it was Murdoc's turn to scoff. "I thought you might say that…," He rustled around his jacket pocket, waiting purposely for 2D to give in to curiosity and lean forward before he finally produced the little bag.
He wiggled it above his nose with a catty grin, letting him catch a good look at the chalky, white powder that coated the inside.
"Sound interesting now~?"
"Is that…?"
"You know what it is, you little druggie. Cost me an arm and a leg, you really should be thanking me." He held the bag in one hand, collar in the other. Stuart fought the urge to start shaking, his hands twitching in the blankets at his side. Damn Murdoc. Fucking cunt, torturing him like this.
"This…this isn't fair…"
"That's the deal, love. Can't have one without the other." The collar jingled teasingly as he adjusted his grip. 2D's eyes stayed locked on the bag, mouth watering. God, this was pathetic. He felt like an empty-headed coke whore for actually considering trading sex for drugs.
Murdoc squinted, sensing his hesitation. "...you could always just say 'no'. Trust me, I'd love to keep this all for myself..." He trailed a tongue over his gums like second nature, his own wolfish gaze eyeing the contents of the bag.
2D snatched the baggie with a pathetic whine of defeat. Murdoc chuckled, eyes glinting.
"Atta boy, that's better~"
"I hate you." 2D mumbled, but he didn't really mean it. It was a fine deal, a little humiliation was worth it, and it wasn't like Murdoc hadn't done things like this to him before. The handcuffs he kept in the back of his nightstand was enough evidence of that.
Murdoc bit his bottom lip, happy with himself. He knew 2D wouldn't have been able to resist, in this way, they both won tonight. This justified it in his mind as he unbuckled the collar, clicking his tongue to catch 2D's attention. It was demeaning.
"Tilt your head up. You can have your fix after, I don't want you spazzing out on me." Murdoc grunted.
2D let out a mumble of agreement, setting his prize on the nightstand to be abused later. He hardly flinched as Murdoc strapped the collar around his neck, leaving enough wiggle room for him to breathe and move his head without much resistance.
"Comfy?" Murdoc questioned, tone stiff, like he was barely holding back from just pouncing on him already.
Stuart felt his face burn as he gave it a tug, feeling humiliated. This was ridiculous. A dog collar...his mum would be so disappointed, and on that thought, so would his dad. He nodded slowly.
Murdoc licked his lips, a clawed hand coming up to grab the collar and snap the lead in place.
"Good~"
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Ten minutes later, 2D was lapping compliantly at the tip of his cock. His eyes stayed closed, eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of a dick in his mouth, something he never seemed to get used to. Murdoc had been unbearable, making him get down on his knees, not letting him use his hands, tugging the leash here and there, it was infuriating. And it only made him blush and cross his legs, shamefully enough.
Murdoc had only been shortening the length of the lead by looping it around his palm, giving him more and more control over every little move 2D made. It'd become a selfish game to him now, if Stuart tried to move away or did something even slightly wrong, a brush of teeth or a scratch from the stubble above his upper lip, Murdoc would pull him back by the collar so fast he got whiplash. Then, he'd yank him forward again, smack his face with his cock and snip at him to keep going, better this time.
Ah, so this is why Murdoc wanted him to wear a collar, Stuart realized, his tongue making little laps around the thick underside of his shaft. It gave him control. Power. He should have known, Murdoc's ego was only rivaled by his own. Prick.
"That's not so hard, now is it…~?" Murdoc huffed, bare hips twitching. He gave 2D the slightest bit of slack on the leash, a little reward for tonguing him so well.
2D rolled his eyes, grateful Murdoc often couldn't tell when he did so. He continued despite his irritation, using the gap between his teeth as an excuse to be a bit messy as saliva strung between his lips and Murdoc's dick. His own member burned hot under his zipper, the throb against the denim almost painful. Fuck, he hated how hard he'd gotten just from being Murdoc's plaything, it's like he hadn't any dignity at all.
An embarrassing noise slipped off his tongue as he palmed over his trousers, finally getting that blessed relief before it all stopped. The toe of Murdoc's boot kicked his hand away, pressing down where it used to be. 2D sucked in a breath.
"Ah, ah, none of that…" Murdoc 'tsk'ed, voice low. Stuart bit his lip, glaring daggers up at him as he forced his hands to stay at his sides, though he couldn't keep them from clawing defiantly at the carpet. Murdoc tapped his shoe over his jeans, teasing. 2D groaned, mouthing sloppily over his dick again.
"...t-tosser…unfair……" He muttered between suckles, taking the tip into his mouth for the twentieth time.
Muds let out a hiss, beads of sweat collecting on his brow. "Shut up, or I'll reconsider letting you top." He grumbled, his sharp nails digging into 2D's scalp to push him forward while he was still distracted by the information.
Stuart gagged, letting out a weak sob that ended up muffled by Murdoc's length. It felt like ages before he finally pulled him off, and 2D was never so thankful to be choked by the lead instead.
"D…d'you mean it…??" He coughed, shifting his hips underneath Murdoc's foot. The friction both relieved and tormented him.
Murdoc hummed, glancing down at his spit-soaked cock and the sorry sod beneath him, just waiting for his approval. Ohh, it did something to him, being all-powerful. The collar was just an accessory, a physical representation of the absolute control he really did have over the boy. Stuart came when he called him and he knew he'd sit obediently at his feet even without a lead to keep him there. 2D belonged to him, and not even his little tart groupies could have him like this.
Murdoc could very honestly do what he wanted with him, and be met with little resistance. 2D was just too easy to convince and manipulate, it was almost… pitiful.
Good thing Murdoc didn't have a morsel of sympathy in his body for him.
"Hmm…maybe. If you're lucky. I'll make it a guarantee, if you're willing to do just oneee last thing for me, pet…~"
He leaned back, spreading his legs enough for Stuart to get the idea. "Seeing as you are my dog right now, I thought it fitting, hm?"
Stuart groaned under his breath at the unappetizing display. "God, you're disgusting…"
"Don't say that name around me."
2D tilted his head. "...but you said 'Christ' earlier-"
"Use that loud mouth of yours to suck on my balls already. Fuckin' hell, you're annoying." Murdoc seethed, the noise turning into a soft gasp as 2D carefully mouthed over him. He tilted his head back, vocalizing a swear. "Th-at's it, good boy…" He breathed, eyes fluttering closed and the lead tangled in a lazy grip.
2D scrunched up his nose. The smell was hard to ignore when he was this close, but it was fine. He'd already been humiliated and degraded for the better part of twenty minutes, what was a little teabagging between friends?
Filthy moans echoed in his ears as he counted the seconds until Murdoc finally ordered him up, apparently satisfied. Thank god, Stuart thought he might just suffocate soon. He warily rose to his feet, gaze flicking to the hand still holding the leash as Murdoc got himself adjusted.
"Ooh, I bet you're just itching to stick it in, hm?? Can't say I'm all that surprised. I've been just dreadful to you, haven't I…?"
He watched closely as Stuart fumbled with his zipper, feverish hands struggling to undo the button and pull his boxers down enough for his cock to spring out humorously. 2D moaned at the feeling of his dick hitting empty air, his pants completely soaked through with pre. He was shaking, keeping himself from doing anything more.
Murdoc realized he was waiting for permission. He grinned, the foulest, cruelest idea he'd had tonight worming its way inside his head. It was too delectable to resist. "...beg."
"Whu-?"
"You heard me."
2D whimpered pathetically, fuck, he didn't care anymore. Murdoc tugged on the collar again, forcing a sudden moan out of him that dissolved into pitiful pleads. "Fuck, please, please lemme…hmmnn, I-I wanna…shit, just please, I'll be good, honest, Murdoc, I-I wanna fuck your arse so bad, please-"
"You have lube in here, right?"
Stuart nodded, wasting no time once he was given the signal. He didn't even take the precaution of stretching Murdoc out first before he was slathering his prick in lube and pressing inside like a newbie. Murdoc groaned through his teeth. He didn't mind the burn, but 2D wasn't known for being the gentlest of lovers when he was overexcited.
"Fuck, slow down…!" Murdoc clawed at his shoulders, legs tilted up to his chest.
"S-sorry…" 2D apologized in a moan, making little shallow thrusts he knew Murdoc could keep up with.
Murdoc screwed up his face. Shit, it'd been a while. "You should be. I'm in charge here, got it??" He mumbled out, narrowing his eyes up at 2D. It was difficult not to seem taken aback. The singer's eyes had closed, soft lips letting out breathy huffs and tiny, piteous moans with every slow snap of his hips. Fuck, he was beautiful. His blue-haired, black-eyed God, and better yet, he was too stupid to realize he could do loads better than Murdoc.
He decided he didn't want to look at him anymore.
"Turn me around. I like you better from behind." He was met with a faraway nod and a whimper as Stuart pulled out, taking the opportunity to re-lather while Murdoc flipped over. This was it, now he could really anchor the lead over his shoulder.
Murdoc smirked. Doggy style. Heh.
2D favored this position, and not just because he didn't have to feel self-conscious about his sex face. It was easier to thrust when he could hold onto Murdoc's hips and pull him back, but on the downside, it also made him feel impossibly more…degraded. He didn't know how, considering he was on top, but Murdoc's lead pulled him forward enough so that he had to hunch over, the awkward position giving him no other option but to basically rut into him.
It shouldn't have made him as tingly as it did. A climax wormed its way up his spine, pumps as erratic and excited as he could manage with Murdoc holding him still like he was.
"Hmmn…'m close………" Stuart warbled after a few minutes of this, eyes glazed. He really should be trying harder to hold back, but with as much foreplay as he'd had Murdoc seemed to be getting there, himself. He jerked himself off with a free, shaky hand, choosing to muffle his most embarrassing moans in vibrant orange bed sheets.
Murdoc huffed, biting hard onto his tongue. If the kid kept hitting his prostate like that, he wouldn't last much longer. It was actually uncanny, how perfect it fit. "Almost there, fuck-" He dug his teeth into the mattress, harshly tugging the leash forward as it finally got to be too much for him.
2D snapped his hips one last time, fucking Murdoc through his climax with one of his own. The collar burned around his neck, the friction of it being rubbed and yanked around sure to leave a mark come morning. But right now, he could hardly care. He was cumming in Murdoc's ass, and that in and of itself was a pretty impressive brag.
He'd come to regret it when the Chlamydia test came back positive.