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His silent voice. VIP.
How did he get roped in, he asked? It was quite simple. It only took a day, accompanied with the words ~~Spare me some time tomorrow, I know you don't have a class.~~ Kyle had sent him this text the day after Melody's incident, and he had seen it text when he stepped out after a class. His face had pulled up in a squeeze and he found himself respond. ~~And what if I don't want to?~~ He sent and Kyle responded almost immediately. ~~That's fine. It is your choice to make after all.~~~~If tomorrow isn't okay then pick a day that's fine with you.~~Dylan's brows folded suspiciously at the words that lacked it's usual enthusiam. "That's it?"**I'll just keep asking until you say yes.** His head came up with a blink, guess he judged too fast. That was Kyle's voice for sure. "Is he close by?" he asked himself and proceeded to scan the crowded space. **What is he searching for?** "You, Kyle, I'm looking for you." he replied the thought to himself and finally spotted him. H
Last Updated : 2025-02-21His silent voice. Blinded.
Dylan slowly opened the door again, this time, his eyes taking in every corner of the room. The dark room lit up by a single red light placed above the wide bed, barely gave his eyes enough light to see what laid around. But that wasn't something a closer look couldn't uncover. His hands pushed the door wider and before he could put a lid on his curiosity, his legs were already making their way in. He stopped a feet away from the bed and his hand slowly went up to cup his mouth in astonishment. "Holy shit... is this a real playroom?" he whispered, not sure why. That wasn't a question considering what he had in front of him. On the laid red sheet were a few things he could easily recognize, black blindfolds, a black rope, a whip, clips, vibrators and a dildo... oh, shit! No way. "I'm toast," he found his legs take a step back as he realized a part of him had in fact been scared. What was his stupid ass thinking when he lied about liking roleplays and toys. He had no such kinks! "Did
Last Updated : 2025-02-22His silent voice. Session.
Having his hands locked up above his heads, because in Kyle's words **I should hold him down before he tries to run again.** The kiss had made him give in, and he couldn't believe he wanted him to do it again. Deeper this time. ~~How hard do you like to be hit?~~ Kyle's text brought him back. Now they're having a play interview? "I don't like being hit at all." Kyle's brow folded, ~~But you said you did.~~ "And I said I lied." he sighed. His hands locked up above him made him reconsider, doing it for the experience shouldn't be that bad, right? "Maybe a little is fine, I can let you know if I don't want it, right?" **Please do, I can't barely sit my heart still knowing I have your injured hand in a lock.** ~~You can, that's why we're going to have a safe word.~~ A safe word. He'd heard that before but barely remembered what it meant. ~~You know what a safe word is right?~~ "I wish I did." Kyle looked confused again, **Is he playing with me right now? I know he
Last Updated : 2025-02-26His silent voice. Session II
"Haa, Kyle..." his voice tensed up from the finger that teased his bulge. If he was glad about anything, it would be the fact that his eyes were covered. Seeing the look on Kyle's face, or seeing himself at the moment would throw his embarrassment off the roof. He's never gotten hard so quick, even when he does it himself. It was literally his first time... well, his first time sober actually. His memories from the fist time was hazy and barely even there, so it doesn't count, right? It doesn't have to count. If he says it's his first time, then his first time it is. Hopefully, having his two firsts with brothers doesn't come back to hunt him. He still had a lot to say to Lucas, but not now. **I need him to raise his hips.** Not sure how to respond to that thought in the most natural way, he waited for Kyle to lead him. His big firm hands fell to his waist, and his hips obeyed the slight pull. As soon as he had his butt a little off the bed, he choked on a gasp as Kyle pulled
Last Updated : 2025-03-02His silent voice. Session III
"K-Kyle, please, hold on... it's too mu– aah!" He fell back down and felt his nuts squeeze up, a shock running down his dick as he unbelievably felt what was coming next. "Kyle, ah! Haaa I'm comi...ah no, please. Kyle!" **Use the safe word and I'll stop.** "Ughh!" he groaned, the safe word suddenly having a say of it's own and not wishing to be let out. He gasped out strongly. "Kyle... Kyle!" **My name.** "Kyl–Ahh!" His moan took up the room in ecstacy and his hips jolted as he shot out a load. A load that was cut short along with his relief, his eyes went down to stare at his dick even when he couldn't see anything. The vibrator stuck to his tip made it hard to release just fine, and yet the trembling kept urging him on. "Kyle, please take this off. I can't... I can't..." he couldn't let out the words 'I can't cum with it'. It was driving him insane. He had lost control of his heavy breathing and didn't care if he looked like he was enjoying it. Because he was. Out of n
Last Updated : 2025-03-02His silent voice. Sign.
Kyle stared down at him, speechless and finding himself get overwhelmed by emotions he'd long lost. **He learnt sign? For real?** "Just a little though. I learnt just a little so I might not, you know, understand you fully just yet." Dylan pointed out. "Don't expect too much." His hands came up to sign in doubt, ^^Are you just messing with me?^^ He watched Dylan's eyes drop dead, "Have you been lied to all your life? Why is it so hard to trust anything I say?" He blinked. **He understood me.** His eyes melted, mirroring the soft heart punches that made his insides go crazy. What was wrong with him? This wasn't the first person that learnt sign just to understand him. Yet it felt...different. He leaned closer in a rush, making Dylan flinch at his sudden closeness. With a smile he didn't know he had, he signed. ^^Did you really learn it? For real?^^ Dylan looked tired of his repeated questions, yet still answered. "If I say this one more time, I'm walking out of here."
Last Updated : 2025-03-06His silent voice. Punished.
His eyes stole a glance at Dylan who seemed on the edge of going crazy. His hunger for more leaked down his chin, and he'd never looked any better. Kyle swallowed the urge to make him more of a mess, but the throb in his pants gave him other ideas. **I want him so bad.** He placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, satisfying a pinch of his thirst. **I want to hear his moans... I want to hear him call my name. Just my name.** he quietly raised his hand still placed on his chest and willfully pulled out the ball in Dylan's mouth. "Haa... Kyle." Dylan breathed, turning his dizzy eyes to him. "I'm hot." Kyle felt something burn up inside him from his voice, his left hand squeezed hard at Dylan's butt and he pressed his bulge against them while burying his face in Dylan's neck. He was slowly losing it. Slowly. His hips gently rubbed against Dylan and he found the heat getting to him as Dylan responded to his moves by pressing back against him. His gentle moans taking over the room m
Last Updated : 2025-03-08His silent voice. Awkward.
Dylan's consciousness slowly seeped back in, the soft sheet hugging him up in a tempting attempt to give another round of sleep a chance. A smile took up his lips as he lazily spun around on his side, taking a minute to appreciate the peace, comfort, and perfect temperature of the space he was in.**I would run up my phone bills...**He paused at the calm singing voice that infiltrated his head. **you say I'm always leaving you, when you need me the most.**Kyle?**But the, the car's outside. But I don't wanna go tonight, I'm not getting in the Addison lee...**His eyes fell open while he laid still in comfort. He couldn't even get mad at his interrupted peace because Kyle's voice was one he would've loved to play on repeat in his playlist."He sings so well." he huffed out in a sleepy gruff. And it only took a second for him to shut his eyes and drown himself in Kyle's singing.**unless you pack your bags you're coming with me. I'm tired of loving from afar, and not being where you
Last Updated : 2025-03-10
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His silent voice. Plan.
“Hmff…”They all watched Dylan sniffle quietly on Kyle's bed after they had finally gotten him to calm down. Yet as the four of them stood in front of him, including Kyle who had changed back into his human form and gotten dressed, while the others had gotten Dylan off the floor, they all didn't know what next to do.“Uh-” Dylan finally spoke, his tired voice now calm and undoubtedly embarrassed. “Sorry about that guys, I'm fine now so could you all stop, looking so worried?”“Haa, I thought for sure he had said something bad to you.” Lucas spoke first, side eyeing him. “ You sure you okay?”“You need anything?” Theo asked concernedly.“Perhaps a kiss from the one who caused this would do the trick.” Aaron chuckled in a tease but had his smile fade off when all eyes glared in his direction.**Why is this dumbest piece of shit in my room anyways?** He found himself grunt quietly before turning his attention back to Dylan. He looked less shaken, but his eyes had gone red from crying.
His silent voice. Remember him?
**This blabbering idiot, I should've thrown him out the window.** Kyle thought with a serious look. Now Dylan felt worried. Was there a dark side of Kyle that he had been turning a blind eye to? “H-how're you going to let him down?” he found himself ask and saw Kyle grow nervous. **Shit, I used my powers to keep him up there but I can't do it again in front of Dylan. And I also can't leave this idiot in here.** Powers? **I hate lying to him but I have to.** ^^Could you help me get a… scissors from Lucas. I need one to get him down.^^ Dylan squinted and questioned how he should take his request after hearing such thought. He was obviously trying to get him out of the room so should he play along for now? “O-okay.” He got up, deciding to go along with it despite his itch to know what exactly Kyle was trying to hide. He stepped out, but surprisingly, two steps was all it took to hear a loud thud from the room while Kyle rushed out. **Dylan! Oh.** ^^You can come back now, I fou
His silent voice. Curse.
“Okay.” Dylan nodded, oblivious to what Kyle had to say next. **Would it be better to explain it to him before showing him? Would that freak him out less? It didn't work on his parents though.** His parents? He thought, what do they have to do with this? **Ugh, whatever.** He watched Kyle proceed to sit back on the floor and begin with his signs. ^^So, I have this thing… it's literally a curse based on who placed it on me, but the truth is… I can change into a dog.^^ Dylan blinked, his head cocking forward in confusion. “Sorry, could you show me that again? I think I misread it.” ^^No, you didn't.^^ His eyes searched Kyle's confident gaze, what he read didn't seem like what had been intended. “I read that as dog, I'm sure that's not what you said.” Kyle pursed his lips, and the next act of him proceeding not to correct him made Dylan go silent. **He's staring at me like I've gone mad, but I have to see this to the end.** ^^Remember my Aunt's dog? Skylar” He squinted, the
His silent voice. Apology.
It took Dylan a minute and a step back to realize what he had done. His hand cupped his mouth and his eyes almost popped out. “Oh my…” Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, the figure from the side which they hadn't noticed the whole time, called their attention. Their heads turned at the same time to see Kyle remain frozen at the other end of the room. And Dylan's heart broke from the look on his look. “Ky-” “Kyle,” Theo beat him to it. With no regard to what they had to say, Kyle turned away quietly and stepped out of the kitchen. “K-Kyle, hold on.” Theo stepped out after him, leaving Dylan still with cupped lips and a look of disbelief. What did he just do?… What, the fuck, did he just do? His legs finally moved forward and he stepped out of the kitchen. He had never messed up so much in one day… no, in less than an hour! “Kyle, at least listen.” Theo's voice called him to the stairs, and he walked over to see Theo standing up the first end while calling up cautious
His silent voice. Twins
“Ugh!” Theo's loud groan didn't register in his head as his body suddenly lost all the strength they had. “D-Dylan, Dylan I think I broke somethin...”His head shot up in a panic, and his words left through his whisper as he met the confused brown eyed gaze. “Hide me.” His fear getting the best of him caused him to ramble on. “There's– there's a gold dressed maniac following me because I punched him in the face and ran off after biting his hand. But I had to because he pulled a gun to my side and threatened me to stay in the bus after his eyes went crazy.” “Wh… what?!” Theo's gaze of confusion turned to concern in a second while he sat up straight and held him close. His eyes scanning the area at once. “He just got down at the stop, he definitely followed me so please hide me.” he didn't realize his voice had gone shaky until he compared Theo’s calm tone to his. “If you're right then we should get you inside. A gun?” Theo looked scared for him while he tried to get them up. Still
His silent voice. Prank.
He blinked. **What?** “Selective amnesia to be precise, according to the doctor.” Mr. Kerwood chipped in.His gaze returned to Mrs. Kerwood who wasn't trying to hide her guilt behind her face squeeze. “I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to happen.”**W-wait, hold on.**He grabbed his phone and typed in. ~~How sure are you about this? I mean… how did you find out?~~“After the day I told him we lost you, I thought his character was a little odd. He asked a lot of questions that didn't seem… sound, his voice was barely audible yet he talked a lot, and he would tear up anytime we brought him food.”**That's not odd, that's just Dylan being Dylan.**“I thought these were all his coping mechanism or something so I tried to cheer him up. I asked if he still missed his dog and the next thing he asked me was… what dog?”What?“I thought he was joking about it and just didn't want to talk about it so I didn't pressure him for days. In all honesty, it's more like I wasn't even sure, I'd
His silent voice. Amnesia.
"Hah," she exhaled in relief, her teary eyes holding a hint of excitement. Her voice softened up and her shoulders slumped. “Thank goodness you're alive.”Alive?Of course he was. Why would she think he was dea-ohhh!Right, he remembered. A second after Mrs. Kerwood had managed to pull Dylan in his hold out of the house, the wood had given out in the fire and he had been caught inside. He really thought that was the end of him, yet he could only find himself worrying about Dylan.He was alive thanks to Heralis.But could he say 'thanks' to her when she simply ripped him off more of his rights and was still trying to kill him off? He did find out that day that she was the one behind his husky curse after all.**Haa, whatever.**They didn't need to know that. He was going to find a way out of his mess one way or the other."H-how did you make it out?" Mrs. Kerwood took a step closer with her concerned gaze instantly taking a questioning turn. "Does Dylan know this? Oh my goodness, this
His silent voice. Escape.
Locked up in a different room and chained down like the dog he was, felt merciful on their end. But not on his. He couldn't stay still when the last picture he saw was the kid lying unconscious and bleeding out. His 'father' had only ordered Cornor to pick him up after cursing out in annoyance. While the man had dragged him by the fur over to a different room, after a few kick and more curses. And Kyle had let it be because he couldn't bring himself to fight back. It was all his fault. If he hadn't put himself in that position, the boy wouldn't have gone through that. "You better stay still right here and be quiet. Unless you want to see your friend get hurt again." the man threatened and all he could let out was a whimper. How could he do anything after hearing that? He was scared. He couldn't tell what was going on outside with the kid. Is he going to be okay? With how his father treated him, he was more worried if they were actually paying proper attention to his wounds.? He
His silent voice. Basement.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER INCLUDES CHILD VIOLENCE, READ WITH A PREPARED MIND. “...done…ing it.” “...a tracking dog?” “It doesn't look like it, sir.” The faint voices slowly cleared up in Kyle's ears, his consciousness seeping back in. “What do we do with it?” His eyes fell open to the stranger in a lab coat squatting in front of him. He looked unfamiliar, and so did the bright white room. Shifting his gaze to the side a bit further down the room, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the sight of the other man in the room, who also had on a lab coat and was the one who had shot him to sleep. The boy's father. **Shit, I messed up.” his body moved groggily, the effect of the drug still weighing him down. **How did I let myself get caught to become dog meat?** “Take him away,” the man said, his gaze not fixed in his direction, but at something else. “We'll feed him to the kid once he's awake.” **No.** The person closer to him moved to obey and he panicked. The kid meant it.
