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Thank you guys so much for the lovely rates and reviews. I tried really hard to get this up yesterday, but obviously that didn’t happen. I hope you like this. This is kind of a drama/erotica so expect smut. So read at your own risk and (hopefully) enjoy.
"What. Are. You. Doing?”
Gerard’s steely voice asked again. Run. Run, run, run, run, run! Like Forest Gump. Like the wind. Run for the hills! Frank’s mind screamed at him. Oh, and he wanted to so badly. But his legs just didn’t seem to want to cooperate. At a time like this, how could they betray him like that? Because surely if he didn’t get out of here he would die. This dangerous ex-convict would surely kill him dead on the spot. And the worst part is it would be over bus money.
“I’m only gonna ask you one more time. What. Are you. Doing?”
The short finally turned around to face him, in the process taking notice of a few things. The first being he was a few short steps away from the door, and for some reason it was still unlocked. And the other being how absolutely terrifying the fighter’s face was.
Knowing he actually had some hope of getting out (no matter how small it may be) mixed with the knowledge he would most likely die if he didn’t, gave him the courage to make those few short steps to the door.
Frank had never moved so fast in his life. He stumbled and nearly fell, but somehow he managed. He made it to the door, wrenching it out of his way, and was greeted by the cool night air. And he was free.
Actually, no he wasn’t. Because Gerard isn’t stupid; he knew exactly what the kid was trying as soon as he moved. But he was however, fast and quite strong. And just like any other fight, he had the upper-hand in this one by far. Poor Frank had no hope in hell of getting out now. He realized this as he was slammed against the brick of the building, his had smacking against the hard surface. Gerard whispered into his ear. "I should kill you for that, but I'm not gonna. I'll just make you wish you were dead instead." He grabbed him by the throat, and dragged him back into the room, throwing him down on the floor before locking the door. "Get up." He ordered. The petrified boy scampered to his feet, not wanting to anger him any further. Gerard walked over to where his belt laid discarded on the floor.
"Get on the bed." Came is next command, is voice as steely and cold as ever. As soon as Frank was on the bed Gerard was on top of him, violently ripping away his clothes and removing his own boxers as well. Frank was literally trembling as Gerard spoke his next words, at the same time using his belt to secure the small hands to the headboard. "You know, I'm really starting to regret saying I won't kill you." A wicked grin settled itself on the raven's countenance. "You see Frank, I'm a lot of awful things, but I'm not a liar. That's probably the only good thing about me. So I'll make you a deal." He talked as if he was actually doing poor Frank a favor. "I won't intentionally kill you, but at the same time, I ain't gonna promise it's not gonna happen." The smaller one whimpered pitifully underneath his abuser.
Gerard smirked once more before latching onto Frank's neck, gnawing and sucking at the delicate skin until the metallic taste of blood coated his tongue. He smashed his lips to Frank's, forcing his tongue into the small mouth, making him taste his own blood. As much as he wanted to hate it, the pain/pleasure sent blood rushing to his hardening member, betraying him. Gerard leaned back, inspecting his work. "Oh god, sugar. You really should see yourself. You're just so...mmm. So fuckable." And with that Gerard latched onto the skin of his chest, leaving several marks, licking and biting and kissing everywhere he could touch, for some reason unable to get enough. But that anger was still driving him forward, aggression fueling his decisions, desperate to get out, and unfortunately for Frank, he was on the receiving end of what was about to come.
The raven took the boy's cock into his mouth, sucking it to full length. A few moans involuntarily escaped the short's quivering lips, leaving Gerard smirking. "You're such a fucking whore. Is that why you do this? Cause that's all you're good at? I think it's because it's all you're good for." He knew he was hitting low. Stabbing Frank with his words then twisting the knife, but he just had to get it out. Put his anger into words, or actions. Inflict pain upon someone else, even if they didn't deserve it.
And it worked. His words cut Frank in a way nothing else could. Made him feel more dirty and used than he ever had, and Gerard could see that.
He moved up the quaking body under him, lining himself up with his entrance. "You're gonna learn to fucking listen, bitch." He spat at him, pushing in with one violent thrust, evicting a scream that was filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He left no time for Frank to adjust, just began roughly slamming into him, tearing up the inside of his already sore ass. Frank had always liked pain, but this was starting to push his limits. Gerard leaned over and picked something off the bedside table, somehow managing to keep his thrusts steady. When the poor boy saw the silver glint of the blade he squinted his eyes shut, not wanting to see what was going to happen next.
This didn't please Gerard and he delivered a hard smack to Frank's jaw, which would inevitably leave a nasty bruise. "Open you're fucking eyes." Frank's eyes shot open, terrified of doing anything to upset him any farther. Gerard slammed into him again, the smaller's back arching and a pleasure filled gasp leaving his mouth when the raven hit his prostate. Then there was something cold against his skin and he was more afraid than he had been up to this point. He was gonna die. That’s all there was to it. “Beg me not to do it.” Gerard gasped, out of breath. There was no reasoning behind his actions. In actuality there was no thinking at all behind them. He was on a lusty sex-filled high and driven by his earlier anger. There was no thinking involved- if he thought about what he was doing, he knew he wouldn't be able to continue. So he simply done. Don’t think, just do, and suffer for you’re actions later. That’s how Gerard always played. And that’s what everything was to him. A game.
Gerard stopped his violent thrusts and began rocking, keeping a steady pace. He didn’t want to cum yet; he wanted to draw this out as long as he could.
The tattooed one was a stuttering mess as he uttered desperate pleas. “No! Nonononono don’t. Please don’t do it. I’m so sorry.” He was on the verge of tears. From pain and fear and frustration. “Not good enough.” The one on top leered. And pain sliced through the skin of his stomach, making him scream yet again. The pain overwhelmed the pleasure by far now, and nothing felt good anymore. Silent tears ran down his face as he prayed for a quick death. At this point, it was really all he could ask for.
The older man watched the hot, sticky blood flow with a sick satisfaction.
He slowly picked up his thrusts, and ran his hands over the open wound, smearing the blood all over the pale chest.
He slid his hand up to the delicate lips. “Lick it off.” He ordered. Frank flinched and turned his head the other way, not wanting to have to taste his own blood. Gerard forced his fingers into his mouth and Frank gagged at the taste. The raven didn’t know why it pleased him so much to see the kid do this; it wasn’t like he had a blood fetish or anything. Maybe it was just the control it made him feel.
A twisted smirk settled on his lips as he leaned back and picked up his thrusts. His hand crept around the pale throat and he began to squeeze, cutting off the mangled one’s air supply. He would do this until Frank was about to pass out, then letting go just before he did. He kept this up until he came hard inside Frank, collapsing on top of him before rolling onto his side of the bed.
Beside him Frank laid bruised and unconscious, covered in his own sweat, blood and cum. Gerard saw this and felt an un familiar and equally unpleasant emotion stir somewhere inside him. He leaned over to the poor boy and pressed his lips to Frank’s forehead. “Goodnight, sugar.” He whispered before falling into an uneasy sleep.
I promise this is going somewhere, and things will get better for Frank. I'll make you a deal, if you're really nice and rate and review this, I'll get chapter four up by tonight.
Thanks so much for reading.
"What. Are. You. Doing?”
Gerard’s steely voice asked again. Run. Run, run, run, run, run! Like Forest Gump. Like the wind. Run for the hills! Frank’s mind screamed at him. Oh, and he wanted to so badly. But his legs just didn’t seem to want to cooperate. At a time like this, how could they betray him like that? Because surely if he didn’t get out of here he would die. This dangerous ex-convict would surely kill him dead on the spot. And the worst part is it would be over bus money.
“I’m only gonna ask you one more time. What. Are you. Doing?”
The short finally turned around to face him, in the process taking notice of a few things. The first being he was a few short steps away from the door, and for some reason it was still unlocked. And the other being how absolutely terrifying the fighter’s face was.
Knowing he actually had some hope of getting out (no matter how small it may be) mixed with the knowledge he would most likely die if he didn’t, gave him the courage to make those few short steps to the door.
Frank had never moved so fast in his life. He stumbled and nearly fell, but somehow he managed. He made it to the door, wrenching it out of his way, and was greeted by the cool night air. And he was free.
Actually, no he wasn’t. Because Gerard isn’t stupid; he knew exactly what the kid was trying as soon as he moved. But he was however, fast and quite strong. And just like any other fight, he had the upper-hand in this one by far. Poor Frank had no hope in hell of getting out now. He realized this as he was slammed against the brick of the building, his had smacking against the hard surface. Gerard whispered into his ear. "I should kill you for that, but I'm not gonna. I'll just make you wish you were dead instead." He grabbed him by the throat, and dragged him back into the room, throwing him down on the floor before locking the door. "Get up." He ordered. The petrified boy scampered to his feet, not wanting to anger him any further. Gerard walked over to where his belt laid discarded on the floor.
"Get on the bed." Came is next command, is voice as steely and cold as ever. As soon as Frank was on the bed Gerard was on top of him, violently ripping away his clothes and removing his own boxers as well. Frank was literally trembling as Gerard spoke his next words, at the same time using his belt to secure the small hands to the headboard. "You know, I'm really starting to regret saying I won't kill you." A wicked grin settled itself on the raven's countenance. "You see Frank, I'm a lot of awful things, but I'm not a liar. That's probably the only good thing about me. So I'll make you a deal." He talked as if he was actually doing poor Frank a favor. "I won't intentionally kill you, but at the same time, I ain't gonna promise it's not gonna happen." The smaller one whimpered pitifully underneath his abuser.
Gerard smirked once more before latching onto Frank's neck, gnawing and sucking at the delicate skin until the metallic taste of blood coated his tongue. He smashed his lips to Frank's, forcing his tongue into the small mouth, making him taste his own blood. As much as he wanted to hate it, the pain/pleasure sent blood rushing to his hardening member, betraying him. Gerard leaned back, inspecting his work. "Oh god, sugar. You really should see yourself. You're just so...mmm. So fuckable." And with that Gerard latched onto the skin of his chest, leaving several marks, licking and biting and kissing everywhere he could touch, for some reason unable to get enough. But that anger was still driving him forward, aggression fueling his decisions, desperate to get out, and unfortunately for Frank, he was on the receiving end of what was about to come.
The raven took the boy's cock into his mouth, sucking it to full length. A few moans involuntarily escaped the short's quivering lips, leaving Gerard smirking. "You're such a fucking whore. Is that why you do this? Cause that's all you're good at? I think it's because it's all you're good for." He knew he was hitting low. Stabbing Frank with his words then twisting the knife, but he just had to get it out. Put his anger into words, or actions. Inflict pain upon someone else, even if they didn't deserve it.
And it worked. His words cut Frank in a way nothing else could. Made him feel more dirty and used than he ever had, and Gerard could see that.
He moved up the quaking body under him, lining himself up with his entrance. "You're gonna learn to fucking listen, bitch." He spat at him, pushing in with one violent thrust, evicting a scream that was filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He left no time for Frank to adjust, just began roughly slamming into him, tearing up the inside of his already sore ass. Frank had always liked pain, but this was starting to push his limits. Gerard leaned over and picked something off the bedside table, somehow managing to keep his thrusts steady. When the poor boy saw the silver glint of the blade he squinted his eyes shut, not wanting to see what was going to happen next.
This didn't please Gerard and he delivered a hard smack to Frank's jaw, which would inevitably leave a nasty bruise. "Open you're fucking eyes." Frank's eyes shot open, terrified of doing anything to upset him any farther. Gerard slammed into him again, the smaller's back arching and a pleasure filled gasp leaving his mouth when the raven hit his prostate. Then there was something cold against his skin and he was more afraid than he had been up to this point. He was gonna die. That’s all there was to it. “Beg me not to do it.” Gerard gasped, out of breath. There was no reasoning behind his actions. In actuality there was no thinking at all behind them. He was on a lusty sex-filled high and driven by his earlier anger. There was no thinking involved- if he thought about what he was doing, he knew he wouldn't be able to continue. So he simply done. Don’t think, just do, and suffer for you’re actions later. That’s how Gerard always played. And that’s what everything was to him. A game.
Gerard stopped his violent thrusts and began rocking, keeping a steady pace. He didn’t want to cum yet; he wanted to draw this out as long as he could.
The tattooed one was a stuttering mess as he uttered desperate pleas. “No! Nonononono don’t. Please don’t do it. I’m so sorry.” He was on the verge of tears. From pain and fear and frustration. “Not good enough.” The one on top leered. And pain sliced through the skin of his stomach, making him scream yet again. The pain overwhelmed the pleasure by far now, and nothing felt good anymore. Silent tears ran down his face as he prayed for a quick death. At this point, it was really all he could ask for.
The older man watched the hot, sticky blood flow with a sick satisfaction.
He slowly picked up his thrusts, and ran his hands over the open wound, smearing the blood all over the pale chest.
He slid his hand up to the delicate lips. “Lick it off.” He ordered. Frank flinched and turned his head the other way, not wanting to have to taste his own blood. Gerard forced his fingers into his mouth and Frank gagged at the taste. The raven didn’t know why it pleased him so much to see the kid do this; it wasn’t like he had a blood fetish or anything. Maybe it was just the control it made him feel.
A twisted smirk settled on his lips as he leaned back and picked up his thrusts. His hand crept around the pale throat and he began to squeeze, cutting off the mangled one’s air supply. He would do this until Frank was about to pass out, then letting go just before he did. He kept this up until he came hard inside Frank, collapsing on top of him before rolling onto his side of the bed.
Beside him Frank laid bruised and unconscious, covered in his own sweat, blood and cum. Gerard saw this and felt an un familiar and equally unpleasant emotion stir somewhere inside him. He leaned over to the poor boy and pressed his lips to Frank’s forehead. “Goodnight, sugar.” He whispered before falling into an uneasy sleep.
I promise this is going somewhere, and things will get better for Frank. I'll make you a deal, if you're really nice and rate and review this, I'll get chapter four up by tonight.
Thanks so much for reading.
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