Page 54 of Leo, My Partner

The sun set about an hour earlier when we head over to Ian’s house and wait for the lights to go out. Once they do, I give Ty a quick kiss and head to Ian’s back door. After sliding inside, I pull the syringe from my pocket and tiptoe to his bedroom, only to find him awake in bed, watching porn and jerking his tiny dick. I’d hate to ruin an orgasm, but Ty is in the car waiting, so he won’t get to finish.

I push the door open wider, striding over to him. He’s so into getting off that he doesn’t even know I’m there. Not giving him a heads-up, I press the needle into his throat and depress the plunger. Ian slaps the syringe away, looking at me with fear. Before he can do anything about it, his eyes flutter, and he slumps to the side, his hand still locked around his cock.

God, why couldn’t he be sleeping when I came to retrieve him? I’m glad to see he’s watching porn with people over the legal age. If he wasn’t, I would have killed him right then and there for being fucking disgusting, and Ty would have been mad at me.

It’s easier to have him naked when I start working on him than to remove clothes, but I still have to grab him now.

Giving him a withering look he can’t see, I lift him and toss him over my shoulder, keeping my hand away from his naked ass. I reach down and grab the discarded needle, awkwardly capping it so the tip doesn’t poke me.

Because he inconvenienced me by being naked when I came to snatch him, I’m none too careful as I maneuver him around through the door, hitting his head at least twice as I step outside.

I dump him in the opened trunk, frowning when I get back in the car with Ty.

“What’s up?” he asks with a worried expression. “Everything go okay?”

“Motherfucker was jerking off when I walked in the room. I had to take him out ass naked.”

Ty’s mouth drops open in shock, then he bursts out laughing. “What the fuck? Naked?”

Even though I try to keep a straight face, I laugh along with him. “Next time there’s a naked mark, you’re carrying him.”

Ty scoffs. “I need to go back to the gym to be strong enough for that.”

We visited the gym in the building yesterday before we started hand-to-hand training. Ty is in good shape—his lean but muscular body told me that before we even went on a date. He’s nowhere near as big as me, but I like how small and tight his body is. I’m sure it’ll look even better when he’s on top of me, riding me until my cum coats his insides.

“We can arrange that.”

Ty puts the car in drive, and we head to the abandoned building Blu and I used a few times. It’s off the beaten path, and there’s no foot traffic. The unhoused don’t venture down that far, so we don’t have to worry about anyone suddenly popping up to take up residence.

Once we arrive and park, I drag a naked Ian out of the trunk and carry him in the building. Ty tries to hold in a laugh, but he’s unsuccessful.

I drop Ian on the floor beside the chair and pull the ropes out of the kill kit Ty places at my feet. Awkwardly, I set Ian up in the chair, angling him so he doesn’t slip off before we can get him bound to it.

“You have to tie his feet, kotenok,” I tell Ty, looking up at him with a grin.

Ty rolls his eyes, kneeling in front of Ian. “Gross,” Ty mutters, tossing a towel over Ian’s dick. “That’s better. Now, where do I start?”

I make quick work of tying Ian’s hands behind his back, then lower myself beside Ty. I pick up a length of rope, unrolling it so it’s all spread out. From there, I instruct him how to tie it, ensuring that it won’t come loose.

“When you tie it like this,” I say as I loop the ends through a space between Ian’s feet, “they’ll tighten the more he struggles.”

I untie the rope and hand it to Ty, who is eager to try it himself. It takes him about fifteen minutes to get it correct, but he doesn’t get flustered or overwhelmed. He asks questions or for help when he needs it. For some reason that makes my chest swell. No one has ever deferred to me about things like this. It was usually me with Ivan, asking all kinds of questions and his eyes shining with pride when I completed a task correctly. This was probably how Ded Ivan felt when I took to all his lessons.

Once Ian is tied properly and his feet are flat on the floor, I nod and smile at Ty. “Perfect. You did good.”

He beams at me. “I’ve never tied a knot like that before. Are there more ways?”

I nod. “Yep. I can teach you.”

“Yes, please.”

Reaching into my bag, I pull out the smelling salts and put them under Ian’s nose. He sniffs and sputters, trying to move but unable to.

“What the fuck?” he cries, his gaze bouncing between me and Ty. “Who are you? Who are you!” His eyes bulge as they ping-pong back and forth. “Answer me!”

Ty’s fist shoots out before I realize, connecting with Ian’s mouth. “Don’t make demands of us,” he says in an overly calm voice. “We don’t answer your questions. You answer ours.” My cock lengthens from watching him.

“What questions?” Ian’s voice is now whiny, his mouth bleeding from Ty’s punch.

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