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"Oh Frankie," he sighed, pushing me back against the glass, grasping both of my wrists slightly and pinning them above my head, squeezing them painfully. "You really shouldn't have done that."
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Frank's POV
"No... P-please!" I begged, knowing that he was going to hurt me. I wasn't sure that I could take any more pain right now, my bruises had only just settled on my skin, still sore and throbbing. I backed up against the wall, my feet skidding on the smooth, wet surface. I almost lost my balance, but managed to steady myself against the glass wall which was now collecting droplets of condensation from the steam. Gerard smirked as he stared at me, his eyes tracing up and down me, his teeth clamped down on his lip and a lustful look on his face.
"You know no matter how much you beg, you're not going to win," Gerard smirked, pacing towards me, his body dangrously close to mine. Although we weren't directly under the running water, the warm steam kept our bodies moist and shining.
"Don't fucking touch me okay!" I yelled, trying to sound intimidating, but my voice broke half way through the sentence. Even if my voice had sounded the way I had intended, I still would'nt have seemed intimidating. I must've looked pathetic, cowering against the glass wall of the shower completely naked, painted with bruises and scars inflicted by the torture of the man that stood infront of me, expecting me to let him do it again.
"Oooh getting fiesty are we?" Gerard mocked, raising an eyebrow suggestively, "Good, I like it when you try and put up a fight, it only makes it more satisfying when I overpower you." I snarled at him, flecks of anger bubbling up inside me, beginning to match my weakening fear.
"You don't have your handcuffs now," I spat, "You can't overpower me anymore." I almost couldn't believe that I was back-chatting him, but I was right, he didn't have anything to overpower me, to control me, to humiliate me. The lustful look in his eyes faded instantly, but he didn't react. Maybe he'd realised that I was right, or maybe he was planning some horrible way of punishing me for talking to him in that way. Gerard opened his mouth to speak, but surprisingly no words came out. That's when I knew I was right, this was my chance to escape.
Adrenaline frothed inside me, bubbling up, about to explode. I clenched my fist, swinging it at Gerard's body. He caught it in his open palm, smiling at me wickedly. My eyes widened as he shook his head, tutting at me. "Oh Frankie," he sighed, pushing me back against the glass, grasping both of my wrists slightly and pinning them above my head, squeezing them painfully. "You really shouldn't have done that." I whimpered a little, regretting my idiotic outburst. He was a lot stronger than he looked, although I couldn't help but admire the way his well toned biceps pressed against his milky skin. I gulped, washing down the feelings of terror that were threatening to burst out from between my lips in the form of an un-controllable scream.
"Y'know," Gerard said, pursing his lips in an almost sympathetic fashion, "I was gonna be nice to you then, but you've just gone and ruined it for yourself haven't you Frankie,"
"N-no... Please," I begged, not even wanting to know what my punishment would be. "I'll stop, I won't run away again!"
"Begging again are we?" Gerard grinned, "don't you remember how fast I can turn your begging around?" I remembered all too well, biting my lip in shame as I remembered how I had begged for him like a fucking whore. Well not this time, this time my mind would overpower my body. I would not give him his sick satisfaction ever again. I could run for it? But I wouldn't be able to escape, not just yet, not with so little planning. The door could be locked, plus I didn't even know where I was going.
"J-just do it," I sighed, defeated and ashamed, but I hadn't given up hope. I would escape somehow, I had to. Gerard's smile faded,
"Well that's not much fun is it?" he frowned in dissappointment, "I like it when you put up a fight, but then again, I suspect you're still tired from last time." I stared down at my feet, refusing to look at his dissappointed expression. "I'll tell you what..." he began, snaking his arms softly around my motionless body, his fingernails digging into the soft, bruised skin on my back. "I'll go easy on you for now, I wouldn't want to over-use you." I winced in pain as his fingers dug in harder, the nerves in my skin throbbing, tingling throughout my whole body. I guess I was a little relieved, but I didn't trust him. Now I was more papanoid then ever.
"Get down on your knees," Gerard ordered, kicking my shin. I dropped immediately, shouting out in pain as my knees hit the hard floor. "Slut," Gerard scoffed as he stared down on me. I tried my best to block out the pain, staring up at him, anger coursing through my veins, but I couldn't disobey him, not just yet.
Gerard's POV
He stared up at me with those peircing, burning eyes. His dark hair was soaking wet and dripping onto his injured torso. He looked fucking hot, even when he was covered in briuses. He was obeying me, dropping to his knees on my command, but I could tell that he hadn't given up. There was still fight in this kid, he wasn't going to give in so easily. Right now though, I didn't care, my cock was throbbing, nagging for attention. "Open you're mouth," I ordered. The whore pursed his lips, backing away from me, obviously not going to give in so easily. Maybe a little friendly persuasion would do the trick. "Frank, you're going to do this, and you're going to do it properly." I told him sternly, talking to him as like some sort of disobedient pet, because let's face it, that's all he was. "You'll do it because if you don't, I won't take you to your sister..."
"Do you really know where she is?" he munbled, staring up at me with huge, innocent eyes. My heart strings tugged and wrenched in my chest, surprising me. I couldn't even remember the last time that I'd felt compassion for another human. I quickly shook the feeling, reminding myself that Frank was just a worthless toy.
"Yes, I'm only going to use you for a little while longer then I'll take you to her, as promised," I told him.
"How can I trust you?" Frank questioned, tilting his head to the side,
"You can't, but i'm your only hope and I'm telling the truth," I snapped, "Now open you're fucking mouth you filthy slut!" Frankie placed both hands on my hips, digging his fingernails into the skin at either side. He ran his tongue along my tip, I wriggled with the familiar feel. "This better be as good as the last one..." I began, but I was interrupted by my own throaty moan as his lips ran all the way down my cock,the tip hitting the back of his throat immediately. He repeated the motion over and over, sending the nerves in my cock on a rampage through the rest of my body. It was just as good as the last time, the same over-whelming pleasure as his lips grazed the shaft. I didn't hold in any noise, letting it all out in a blur of "Oh fuck,"'s and "That's it, deeper, faster!" My hands tangled in his hair, moving with his bobbing head. I could hardly take the pleasure, it coursed through my entire body, the euphoria making my knees weak. It was hard to stand as i stared down at Frank, his body glistening with sparkling droplets of water, the muscles in his well toned back creased under his skin as he moved flawlessly.
Suddenly the pleasure hightened, I was close to finishing. "F-faster, please, fuck, faster..." I groaned, throwing my head back as the sensation caused my knees to buckle. I held myself up forcefully as Frank obeyed, sucking the life out of me. "Oh god, that's so .... you're so......" I didn't even allow myself to finish the sentence as I came into the back of his throat. He didn't even splutter, only sucked up every last drop. I fell to my knees, the pleasure finally taking it's toll on me. Frank got up silently, staring at the floor. He didn't even look at me as he got up, dripping wet and walked out of the room. He grabbed a towel from the side, dashing out of the door. I wasn't worried, he couldn't escape, although my whole body was shaking and convulsing violently. Maybe it was the aftershock of suck intense pleasure, or maybe it was the aftershock of my last words to him. Did I seriously say Please!? And I almost complimented him at the end! I lay myself down on the floor, letting the steam engulf me. I felt a little ashamed of myself. Next time I'd have to be a lot stricter, and I had the most perfect plan.
"No... P-please!" I begged, knowing that he was going to hurt me. I wasn't sure that I could take any more pain right now, my bruises had only just settled on my skin, still sore and throbbing. I backed up against the wall, my feet skidding on the smooth, wet surface. I almost lost my balance, but managed to steady myself against the glass wall which was now collecting droplets of condensation from the steam. Gerard smirked as he stared at me, his eyes tracing up and down me, his teeth clamped down on his lip and a lustful look on his face.
"You know no matter how much you beg, you're not going to win," Gerard smirked, pacing towards me, his body dangrously close to mine. Although we weren't directly under the running water, the warm steam kept our bodies moist and shining.
"Don't fucking touch me okay!" I yelled, trying to sound intimidating, but my voice broke half way through the sentence. Even if my voice had sounded the way I had intended, I still would'nt have seemed intimidating. I must've looked pathetic, cowering against the glass wall of the shower completely naked, painted with bruises and scars inflicted by the torture of the man that stood infront of me, expecting me to let him do it again.
"Oooh getting fiesty are we?" Gerard mocked, raising an eyebrow suggestively, "Good, I like it when you try and put up a fight, it only makes it more satisfying when I overpower you." I snarled at him, flecks of anger bubbling up inside me, beginning to match my weakening fear.
"You don't have your handcuffs now," I spat, "You can't overpower me anymore." I almost couldn't believe that I was back-chatting him, but I was right, he didn't have anything to overpower me, to control me, to humiliate me. The lustful look in his eyes faded instantly, but he didn't react. Maybe he'd realised that I was right, or maybe he was planning some horrible way of punishing me for talking to him in that way. Gerard opened his mouth to speak, but surprisingly no words came out. That's when I knew I was right, this was my chance to escape.
Adrenaline frothed inside me, bubbling up, about to explode. I clenched my fist, swinging it at Gerard's body. He caught it in his open palm, smiling at me wickedly. My eyes widened as he shook his head, tutting at me. "Oh Frankie," he sighed, pushing me back against the glass, grasping both of my wrists slightly and pinning them above my head, squeezing them painfully. "You really shouldn't have done that." I whimpered a little, regretting my idiotic outburst. He was a lot stronger than he looked, although I couldn't help but admire the way his well toned biceps pressed against his milky skin. I gulped, washing down the feelings of terror that were threatening to burst out from between my lips in the form of an un-controllable scream.
"Y'know," Gerard said, pursing his lips in an almost sympathetic fashion, "I was gonna be nice to you then, but you've just gone and ruined it for yourself haven't you Frankie,"
"N-no... Please," I begged, not even wanting to know what my punishment would be. "I'll stop, I won't run away again!"
"Begging again are we?" Gerard grinned, "don't you remember how fast I can turn your begging around?" I remembered all too well, biting my lip in shame as I remembered how I had begged for him like a fucking whore. Well not this time, this time my mind would overpower my body. I would not give him his sick satisfaction ever again. I could run for it? But I wouldn't be able to escape, not just yet, not with so little planning. The door could be locked, plus I didn't even know where I was going.
"J-just do it," I sighed, defeated and ashamed, but I hadn't given up hope. I would escape somehow, I had to. Gerard's smile faded,
"Well that's not much fun is it?" he frowned in dissappointment, "I like it when you put up a fight, but then again, I suspect you're still tired from last time." I stared down at my feet, refusing to look at his dissappointed expression. "I'll tell you what..." he began, snaking his arms softly around my motionless body, his fingernails digging into the soft, bruised skin on my back. "I'll go easy on you for now, I wouldn't want to over-use you." I winced in pain as his fingers dug in harder, the nerves in my skin throbbing, tingling throughout my whole body. I guess I was a little relieved, but I didn't trust him. Now I was more papanoid then ever.
"Get down on your knees," Gerard ordered, kicking my shin. I dropped immediately, shouting out in pain as my knees hit the hard floor. "Slut," Gerard scoffed as he stared down on me. I tried my best to block out the pain, staring up at him, anger coursing through my veins, but I couldn't disobey him, not just yet.
Gerard's POV
He stared up at me with those peircing, burning eyes. His dark hair was soaking wet and dripping onto his injured torso. He looked fucking hot, even when he was covered in briuses. He was obeying me, dropping to his knees on my command, but I could tell that he hadn't given up. There was still fight in this kid, he wasn't going to give in so easily. Right now though, I didn't care, my cock was throbbing, nagging for attention. "Open you're mouth," I ordered. The whore pursed his lips, backing away from me, obviously not going to give in so easily. Maybe a little friendly persuasion would do the trick. "Frank, you're going to do this, and you're going to do it properly." I told him sternly, talking to him as like some sort of disobedient pet, because let's face it, that's all he was. "You'll do it because if you don't, I won't take you to your sister..."
"Do you really know where she is?" he munbled, staring up at me with huge, innocent eyes. My heart strings tugged and wrenched in my chest, surprising me. I couldn't even remember the last time that I'd felt compassion for another human. I quickly shook the feeling, reminding myself that Frank was just a worthless toy.
"Yes, I'm only going to use you for a little while longer then I'll take you to her, as promised," I told him.
"How can I trust you?" Frank questioned, tilting his head to the side,
"You can't, but i'm your only hope and I'm telling the truth," I snapped, "Now open you're fucking mouth you filthy slut!" Frankie placed both hands on my hips, digging his fingernails into the skin at either side. He ran his tongue along my tip, I wriggled with the familiar feel. "This better be as good as the last one..." I began, but I was interrupted by my own throaty moan as his lips ran all the way down my cock,the tip hitting the back of his throat immediately. He repeated the motion over and over, sending the nerves in my cock on a rampage through the rest of my body. It was just as good as the last time, the same over-whelming pleasure as his lips grazed the shaft. I didn't hold in any noise, letting it all out in a blur of "Oh fuck,"'s and "That's it, deeper, faster!" My hands tangled in his hair, moving with his bobbing head. I could hardly take the pleasure, it coursed through my entire body, the euphoria making my knees weak. It was hard to stand as i stared down at Frank, his body glistening with sparkling droplets of water, the muscles in his well toned back creased under his skin as he moved flawlessly.
Suddenly the pleasure hightened, I was close to finishing. "F-faster, please, fuck, faster..." I groaned, throwing my head back as the sensation caused my knees to buckle. I held myself up forcefully as Frank obeyed, sucking the life out of me. "Oh god, that's so .... you're so......" I didn't even allow myself to finish the sentence as I came into the back of his throat. He didn't even splutter, only sucked up every last drop. I fell to my knees, the pleasure finally taking it's toll on me. Frank got up silently, staring at the floor. He didn't even look at me as he got up, dripping wet and walked out of the room. He grabbed a towel from the side, dashing out of the door. I wasn't worried, he couldn't escape, although my whole body was shaking and convulsing violently. Maybe it was the aftershock of suck intense pleasure, or maybe it was the aftershock of my last words to him. Did I seriously say Please!? And I almost complimented him at the end! I lay myself down on the floor, letting the steam engulf me. I felt a little ashamed of myself. Next time I'd have to be a lot stricter, and I had the most perfect plan.
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