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“Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.” - Henry Kissinger
“The greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse.” - Edmund Burke, 1771


“I raise my bet.”

“I’ll match it.”

There was a small scowl before Bert moved forward to take another card, placing it in his hand and looking across the large table to meet Gerard’s eyes. His face was an expressionless mask, but a bead of sweat was rolling down his temple and his teeth were clearly clenched tight. Gerard gave an easy smile in response and moved to take his own card.

“Well?”

“I’ll raise.” Gerard shrugged, as if it really didn’t matter, his voice tinged with an edge of glee and Bert swallowed thickly as he nodded.

“Matched.” He croaked softly, Gerard trying not to laugh aloud. Bert was nervous and that much was obvious, he was well known for being the best at Poker but Gerard was better. Bert could bluff like the rest of them, but Gerard was never convinced. He could see through any poker face, win any game, and as Bert steadily lost more and more cash he began to get more and more panicky.

“Sure you don’t wanna fold Bert?” Gerard asked innocently, taking another card as Bert scowled.

“I’m sure.” He snapped, taking another for himself as his men stood behind his chair. None of them looked down at his cards, they never did. They kept their faces as still as stone, not so much as glancing at Bert’s hand so they wouldn’t ruin the game by giving any indication of how their boss was doing. Gerard’s men on the other hand took great pleasure in leaning over his shoulder, looking at his hand and then smirking at Bert.

The poker match was supposed to be just a friendly game of heads up poker between two of the most notorious mafia bosses in New Jersey. But of course no men from different sides of anything can meet up and be amicable, and Gerard was enjoying himself immensely taking every last penny Bert owned.

The middle of the table was covered in cash, crisp green notes mingled with coins, the whole scene looking as if it should be in a movie. Behind him Gerard could hear his men whispering about needing more bags to put the money in, chuckling to themselves as they mused softly what the money would be spent on. Gerard chuckled softly himself and laid his cards down when the time came to reveal them, Bert going pale as he put down his own cards.

“Well, looks like I win again.” Gerard smirked, taking his cards and putting them neatly onto the stack at the side of the table. Bert said nothing as he continued to look mortified, staring in horror as Gerard’s men moved forward to scrape all the money off the table. “We should play again sometime,” Gerard grinned as he stretched, his bones clicking. “It was a pleasure.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Bert gasped, springing to his feet as the money began to disappear into bags. “Let’s play another round – whoever wins gets everything, including all the money from the previous rounds.” He said quickly, Gerard pulling a cigarette from his pocket as he smirked at Bert.

“Another round? But you have nothing left to bet. Why would I gamble everything I’ve won just for the same amount?” He chuckled, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag as Bert gazed about desperately. It was true he had no more money to gamble, he didn’t even have enough cash for so much as a bus ticket home, and though he had some jobs lined up which would pay nicely Gerard wasn’t one to take I.O.U’s.

“I’ll bet... I’ll bet...” Bert sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair, thinking desperately for something that he could place on the table. He couldn’t afford to lose all that money; he had to win it back. He just needed one more round. “I’ll bet... Dammit don’t you guys have any money!?” He finally snapped at his men, scowling deeply as they jumped and blushed, stuttering nervously.

“Err... Well err...”

“Well I didn’t bring my wallet I err...”

“Sir, why don’t you bet Frankie?”

“Frankie?” Bert’s face smoothed into an expression of curiosity, a slow smirk splitting his features as he considered this. Gerard peered at him with a small frown, smoking his cigarette and waiting to be told what was going on exactly. “Yes... Yes, that’s a good idea.” He chuckled, turning to look at Gerard. “How’s this, if I win, I get all the cash. If you win, you get all the cash and my pet.” He smirked, Gerard quirking an eyebrow.

“Your pet?” He repeated softly, tapping some ash off his cigarette and onto the floor of the basement where the game was taking place. “I don’t know Bert; pets aren’t really my thing.” He shrugged casually, though of course that wasn’t strictly true. Everyone knew Bert kept sex pets, both men and women, and Gerard had had a couple in his time too. It had become almost a way of accessorising in the mafia and underground gangs now. If you had a pet then you were considered a higher status than others, and Gerard did like to have a big status.

“Oh come on Gerard, you’ll love him. I bought him only a year ago, he’s definitely your type.” Bert insisted, snapping at one of his men to get Frank. “Or are you too afraid to play me again?” He smirked, Gerard scoffing as he flicked his cigarette to the floor and crushed it under his heel as he walked back to the table.

“Says the man who’s just lost everything.” He snapped, sitting back down as Bert grinned and did the same. “I’ll take your bet, but only to make a fool out of you when I win. Again..”

“Of course.” Bert purred softly, grinning as Gerard’s brother Mikey threw the bag of cash already won back onto the table. A small silence hung over the men as they waited, Gerard lounging back in his chair and frowning slightly at Bert, two of his men still stood behind him. They were large, muscular men, wearing tight black shirts and trousers and Gerard almost rolled his eyes. He only had his brother and two friends with him, and they all dressed casually in jeans and band tees. But Gerard knew if it came down to it his guys would have Bert and his muscular monkeys dead in a second.

No one said another word until the basement door opened again and the two men who had left walked back in, these men also muscular and all in black. Between them they were carrying an overlarge bird cage, about the size you’d need for an ostrich. Gerard glanced over with interest as the men heaved it down the stairs, walking across the concrete floor and slamming the cage down in the centre of the table.

Bert smirked softly as Gerard leaned forward with intrigued eyes, gazing between the bronze bars at the boy huddled into the centre of the cage. He looked quite skinny, probably underfed, and he wore nothing but a pair of leather trousers and a ratty old leather collar round his neck. His hair was brown and overgrown, brushing over his shoulders as he hid his face in his arms.

“Gerard, meet Frankie.” Bert smirked, Mikey scowling deeply behind Gerard as he too gazed into the cage at the pitiful creature inside. “Frankie, don’t be rude, look at our guest.” Bert snapped, the boy not responding.

“Dammit Frank do as you’re told!” Bert shouted, rattling the cage loudly and making the boy jump. He looked up and scowled deeply at his owner, even baring his teeth and snarling like an actual animal before turning his bored eyes on Gerard at the other end of the table.

As soon as he glanced at the handsome man peering curiously at him Frank perked up, coming to life as he smirked and moved onto his knees, crawling across the cage to gaze through the bars at the mafia boss. His hands curled around the bars as he leaned into the gaps between them, batting long eyelashes at the man.

“Mm... Hi.” He purred, Gerard unable to stop the smirk that tugged at his lips and he chuckled as Bert rattled the cage again, snarling at Frank to sit back down and he clicked his fingers for one of his men to deal the first two cards.

“Does he please you?” He asked casually as he looked over his two cards. “Good enough to gamble for?” He purred, Gerard smirking as he placed his own cards into his hand.

“Like I said, I’ll play, but only to make a fool of you.” He smiled sweetly, gazing at Bert with a soft smile. “I’ll even throw in a couple hundred more dollars, to make it really interesting.” He chuckled, fishing in his pocket for said money. Mostly just to rub the fact he was so much richer than Bert in his face.

Bert scowled softly and said nothing, taking another card and watching as Gerard did the same. Frank watched them both as he sat in his bird cage, large hazel eyes flicking between the two men. He had been sleeping when Bert’s men had come to collect him, and the only thing they had said to him was something about a bet. Now he was here though Frank could guess what the full gist of the situation was and he bit his lip nervously, hoping this new guy would win. He’d rather die than service Bert anymore, but sadly Bert wouldn’t allow him anything that might kill him. Even the collar couldn’t be used for suffocation, designed specifically so it fit his neck perfect with no give to pull it tight enough to cut off air supply - Frank had tried.

Gerard ignored the eyes that were boring into him, instead watching Bert through the cage as he took another card, gazing at his hand for a long moment before sighing.

“I’ll match the bet.” He said bluntly, as if there was anything else he could do other than fold. Gerard chuckled and shook his head, taking his next card and glancing up at Frank as he did so.

The boy was moving again, clearly over his earlier scolding now and he smirked as he crawled to the side of the cage closest to Gerard, curling his fingers around the bars again as he got onto his knees. He smirked at the older man as he slowly slid his body down, moving until his chest was on the cage floor, his arms stretched infront of him to keep his grip on the bars, his ass high in the air.

Gerard quirked an eyebrow and smirked a little himself, Frank grinning playfully as he swayed his hips slightly. He was completely blocking Bert from Gerard’s view but it didn’t matter, Gerard didn’t need to be able to see him to know he was looking pissed off.

“Mmm... How’s your hand?” Frank purred mischievously, his eyes flicking to the cards and Gerard chuckled, shrugging as he gazed at the gorgeous young man shaking his ass at him.

“Good enough.” He purred back, Frank’s grin widening before he yelped as Bert shook the cage violently again and he snarled, crawling out of the way so the two men could see each other. Bert glared at Frank but said nothing as he went back to the game at hand, a couple more cards being dealt before Frank was trying to be a distraction again.

Gerard watched with interest as Frank got to his feet, making sure he kept to the side of the cage so that Gerard and Bert could still see each other. He didn’t look at either of them as he began to dance slowly and seductively, closing his eyes and humming to himself as he held on to the bars, working down them as he snaked his hips from side to side, arching his back as he slid back up. Gerard had to bite back laughter as he gazed back at Bert, loving the pissed off look in his eyes and knowing that Frank loved it too.

“Hm. I like him.” Gerard noted, taking his final card and chuckling a little as Bert snatched his own card up.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you owned him. He’s impossible to break.” Bert scoffed, scowling down at his hand. Frank was the only pet he had been unable to so much as bend to his will and he hated it, but he was also ridiculously sexy with his unstoppable attitude so Bert didn’t really want to lose him. Staring at his cards though he could see the odds weren’t in his favour.

“No one’s impossible to break.” Gerard smiled sweetly, getting to his feet and walking round to Bert’s side of the table. Frank stopped dancing and sauntered across the cage to peer out of the bars as Gerard laid his cards down infront of Bert, looking over his shoulder at the blonde mans cards. “And I win. Again. Unless you have anything else to bet?” He smirked, Bert staring at the cards for a long moment before snarling and swiping the entire deck off the table.

“Oh just get the fuck out!” He snapped, getting to his feet and storming off up the basement stairs, barking at his men to release Frank to Gerard’s charge before slamming the door behind him.

Gerard smirked as his men started to laugh loudly, Frank grinning at him from his prison and Gerard’s smirk widened. He stepped closer to the cage and ran a finger down one of the bars, gazing into Frank’s playful eyes.

“You better have a leash for this thing.” He smirked, Frank’s grin falling a little at that but he said nothing as Gerard turned and helped his men gather up the cash as they waited for one of the muscle monkeys to unlock the cage and attach Frank to his leash.

Frank growled and snarled softly as a strong, large hand wrapped around his upper arm and dragged him out of the cage, smacking him sharply around the face when he tried to tug away. Gerard turned at the noise but didn’t say anything, only watched as Frank growled and gnashed his teeth like a wild animal as the other man held him still so that the leash could be clipped to the thin metal ring on his collar. Gerard smirked softly and caught the leash as it was thrown to him. It was made of ratty old leather just like the collar and Gerard decided the first thing he needed to do was get a new one.

“Mm, it was a pleasure doing business with you gentlemen. Let’s do it again sometime.” Gerard smirked, turning to leave the basement along with Mikey, Bob and Ray. He only took a couple of steps though before he stopped again and turned slowly to stare at the skinny boy trailing along behind him.

“What?” Frank asked softly, raising his eyebrows questioningly when he met Gerard’s hard gaze.

“Hey, are you forgetting who owns you now?” Gerard demanded, moving slowly back towards Frank. “You refer to me as ‘master’ at all times, is that clear?” He snarled, Frank quirking an eyebrow at him and smirking slowly.

“I don’t call no one master.” He purred silkily, squeaking when Gerard yanked hard on the leash around his neck, making him stumble forward, only avoiding falling flat on his face because Gerard’s hand came up to press into his chest, giving him his balance back.

“You’ve got a lot to learn Frankie boy.” He purred icily, his eyes sparkling as a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. It was unusual for Frank who was used to people like Bert who lost their temper easily, where as Gerard just looked amused. “You’ve been able to get away with a lot with Bert as your master, but that’s all going to change now.” He smirked, suddenly kicking Frank hard in the legs to make him fall to his knees. “And we’ll start with you walking like a pet is supposed to. No dog walks on its hind legs.” He chuckled, laughing to himself as he started to walk back out of the basement, dragging Frank along behind him and giving him no time to get back to his feet.

Frank scowled and clenched his teeth hard as he was forced to crawl behind Gerard like some sort of animal, his stomach boiling with rage. He had been transferred from master to master for three years now, but his pride was as strong as ever. No man had ever broken him and this idiot was definitely not going to be the one to break that trend.

Gerard smirked to himself as he walked up the basement stairs, Frank forced to crawl behind him. He said nothing as he shuffled along on his hands and knees, letting Gerard and his men walk him out of the building and to their waiting car. He didn’t even say anything when he was thrown into the trunk, though he did glare evilly at Gerard who only grinned back.

Gerard smirked as he slid into the driver’s seat, Mikey taking the passenger side as Bob and Ray took the back seat. There was no back parcel shelf so Frank could sit up and peek over the top of the seats. All of the windows were blacked out, allowing them to see out but no one to see in so Frank knew no one would see him through the back window and think of helping. Not that he was really considering escape. He was intrigued to know who these men were, especially Gerard.

“Where are we going?” He asked curiously, kneeling up to gaze over the back seat and gasping when the blonde man turned and smacked him sharply round the face without a moment’s hesitation. Gerard looked in the rear view mirror and chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“You only speak when you’re spoken to Frankie, remember that.” He smirked before focusing back on the road. No one answered Frank’s question, so he simply sat back down with a scowl as he cradled his stinging cheek. He was used to getting hit, but it always wounded his pride more than he cared to admit. He scowled deeply at the back of the blonde man’s head, but no one turned to look at him. It was like he wasnt even there, and that he wasn’t used to.

>X<

Frank peered out of the back window when the car came to a steady halt. They had been brought to a large, ostentatious manor stood on the outskirts of town. It was located on top of a hill, giving a view of the town below , and accessed by a mile long driveway that could only be accessed itself by typing a pass code into electronically controlled iron wrought gates. It was all very fancy, and it seemed that security would be tight. Frank had tried to escape from all of his previous masters at one point or another, but he felt this would be a whole different ball game.

“Get out.” The blonde man who had struck him earlier demanded, holding the trunk open as he glared expectantly at Frank. Frank scowled back at him, ignoring him for a moment and gasping when he hit him again before dragging him out by the hair and throwing him violently aside.

Frank yelped as he skidded across the gravel driveway a good few feet, grazing the entire left side of his body as the tiny stones dug into his flesh. He hissed in pain and turned furious eyes up at Gerard who peered down at him with a bored look.

“So, you’re the type of man who’d let others strike his pets!?” Frank demanded, his voice a little higher in pitch from the pain and he scowled deeper when Gerard chuckled. The older man bent down to pick up his leash, yanking Frank to his feet with little care.

“Bob is a close friend of mine, if he thinks you are misbehaving he is welcome to strike you.” He shrugged, Frank blinking back the tears of pain from his eyes, but Gerard had already seen them. “When you start behaving, and I feel we have established a good bond, I will be the only one to decide when and how to punish you.” He added sweetly, giving Frank a patronising pat on the head before he yanked him forward, making him stumble back onto his knees, forced to crawl once more as the men walked into the manor.

Mikey watched his brother with intrigued eyes, his body thrumming with excitement at the way he treated the boy and he wondered if Gerard would let him have some fun with him sometime. He smiled as he felt Bob’s strong hand squeezing his shoulder and he smirked at him, the two of them seeming to share the same thought. They stood side by side in the large hallway, just watching Gerard lead Frank straight to the basement where his previous pet had been kept a couple of years before; behind them Ray locked and secured the front door.

Gerard said nothing as he walked through the living room and headed straight towards the basement door. He could feel the others were watching him, and he knew they’d quite like to come with him into the basement, they all knew it was important to secure your position over pets as soon as possible and so this would be the first step in breaking Frank. But Gerard wanted it to be a private affair, Frank was going to be his pet and his pet only. Breaking him would not be a group effort – he may use the others help from time to time, but as things stood he wanted Frank to know well and truly who owned him, and Gerard felt it would be best to break him alone so as not to confuse things.

Frank peered cautiously down the basement stairs when Gerard started to walk down them. Frank wasn’t sure he’d be able to crawl down without breaking his neck but one look at Gerard’s expectant glare told him he didn’t have much choice. So began an embarrassing descent of Gerard striding purposefully down the stairs, followed by Frank who had to crawl sideways like some sort of vertigo suffering crab. But there was no relief once he reached the bottom of the staircase.

The basement was large, but mostly empty. Frank wasn’t sure what he had been expecting exactly, but it seemed that there was nothing but a long table coated in a few chains, metal rings hanging above it. It wasn’t much, but it terrified Frank to no end. He had seen a table just like it before, Bert had had one, but he hadn’t used it very often. But Gerard was going to be in a whole different league to Bert, Frank knew that much already. He refused to be broken though, he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“On your feet.” Gerard suddenly snapped, making Frank jump in surprise. He had almost forgotten that Gerard was there at all and he stared at him for a long moment before slowly getting up onto his feet. He didn’t want to do what Gerard told him to, but he’d rather be stood upright than kneeling before him like some slave.

“Take off your collar.” Was his next instruction, Gerard’s voice a little softer this time. Frank raised his eyebrows in surprise but did what he was told without hesitation and Gerard couldn’t help but smirk at the hopeful look in his eyes. He knew Frank was thinking that taking off his collar meant that maybe he was going to be given freedom, but in fact Gerard just couldn’t stand to see such a cheap, ratty collar around his neck. It made him look just as cheap, and Gerard didn’t want any symbol of Bert’s ownership left on Frank. He had a new master now.

“Now your clothes.” He purred once the collar was on the floor. Frank scowled at him at that one, looking as if he might argue but Gerard’s stern look alone was enough to make Frank reconsider and slowly shimmy out of the old leather trousers and baggy shirt he was wearing. These too were dropped to the floor, Frank standing naked before Gerard with a smirk of his own. He clearly had no problem in showing off his body, and when his gaze met Gerard’s there was a challenge in his eyes. Gerard liked that, he didn’t want this to be easy.

“Very obedient.” Gerard purred, knowing it would irritate Frank and sure enough the younger man’s fists clenched in response, his teeth gritting. Gerard smirked softly, tipping his head to the side with a curious smile, his eyes scrutinising every inch of Frank’s skinny, underfed body. “Well, you’re certainly not much to look at.”

“Fuck you!” Frank snapped, his skin rippling in surprise and hurt at the words. He knew he was skinny, he knew that his hair was overgrown and that he was coated in bruises from Bert, but that was hardly his fault. He flinched when Gerard suddenly strode over to him, amusement churning in the older man’s eyes and Frank knew he had reacted the way Gerard had been expecting.

“What did you just say to me?” Gerard growled as he grabbed Frank by the hair, yanking his head back with a grip so tight that Frank was forced to squeeze his eyes shut in case Gerard saw the pain in them.

“What, you didn’t hear? Did I fucking stutter?” He snarled back, gasping when Gerard chuckled low in his throat and threw Frank away from him.

“Oh Frankie, I knew you’d be fun.” He chuckled, sauntering back over to the younger man who was now sprawled on the floor, awkwardly rubbing his grazed and bruised arm. “I love a pet that needs to be reminded of their place.” Gerard purred, yanking Frank back onto his feet with a cruel smirk. “Today you learn to be obedient to your new master, or suffer the consequences.”

“Ooh I’m so scared.” Frank spat sarcastically, squeaking in pain when Gerard’s nails dug hard into his already injured arm, using brute force to drag Frank to the table in the centre of the room and throw him down onto it. Frank instantly sat up and tried to dash away, whimpering when Gerard yanked him back and secured his wrists with one metal clamp. A tug of a lever had his arms stretched back, his biceps pressing into his ears as the chain attached to the clamp was pulled taunt, his hands almost slipping right off the end of the table.

“A – Aaagh! Stop it!” Frank screamed, sure his arms were going to be popped right out of their sockets if Gerard tightened the chain anymore. To his relief the older man secured the chain and left it as it was, but Frank’s arms were stilled stretched to their limits, his muscles screaming in pain. “N – No...” He choked softly when Gerard moved to secure his ankles in separate manacles, these too attached to chains that were pulled tight, spreading his legs until his calf’s hung over the sides of the tables, his muscles pulled taunt, making his limbs cramp up.

“Is it uncomfortable Frankie?” Gerard purred silkily as he circled the table, admiring the result of his efforts. Frank looked truly beautiful spread across the polished mahogany, every muscle tightened and accentuated. It looked as if his muscles were trying to burst free from his skin. His back was arched a little off the table, his body wriggling as he tried to alleviate some of the pressure. His ribs were poking up more than ever, a steep slope dipping down to his belly. He was far too skinny, Gerard would be sure to have him fed frequently. In truth, Gerard treated any pet of his fairly, a lot better than any other master. But Frank would just have to learn that in time.

“Frankie...” Gerard purred, moving round to stand at the side of the table, stroking a fingertip down the underside of Frank’s arm. “I asked you a question.” He growled, pressing against Frank’s arm and making the younger man scream in pain as the extra weight made him feel certain his shoulder was going to dislocate. “Is it uncomfortable?” Gerard demanded, Frank coughing as he tried to choke out an answer.

“Y – Yes! Yes its fucking uncomfortable!” He shouted, gasping when Gerard stopped pressing on his arm, his hand coming up to grip his chin painfully tight instead.

“Is your memory so poor you have forgotten what you refer to me as?” He demanded, Frank groaning softly as his body quivered in pain. His muscles were burning, his entire body was stretched to its limit and he ached to be released. Bert had done this to him before but it was a rare occurrence, and he never pulled the chains this tight.

“I – I...” Frank shook his head to try and throw off Gerard’s hand, breathing a small sigh of relief when Gerard released him.

“I see.” Gerard sighed, walking to the back of the basement, Frank unable to tip his head back far enough to see what he was doing. “Then perhaps your memory needs jogging.”

Frank bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on steadying his breathing as his heart thumped painfully hard into his ribs. He reminded himself that he was stronger than he appeared, that no one had broken him yet and that Gerard certainly wasn’t going to be the first. Especially not now, not when he had only owned him for all of one hour.

Gerard returned far too quickly for Frank’s liking, something getting placed on the table beside him and he whimpered softly when Gerard’s hand came to slide down his body. The touch was soft, just the tiniest hint of fingertips caressing his ribs, but he could practically feel the dark intent behind it.

“I’ll give you three seconds to remember what it is you should be calling me. I’m a fair man. If you don’t remember, we’ll see if a few... tools, can help you.” Gerard purred sweetly, Frank wriggling uncomfortably. He tugged his arms a little, trying to wriggle his wrists free but it was no use, his restraints were doing their job perfectly.

“I – I’ll only ever call you an asshole, cos’ that’s what you are.”He snarled after two seconds of counting in his head. He knew it was a dumb move, he knew he was going to be punished severely, but just like Gerard was trying to assert his control, Frank was trying to battle it away.

Gerard said nothing in response to Frank’s words, though his nails scratched down his skin to show he had heard, and he wasn’t happy. Deep down Gerard’s stomach was quivering with excitement, the challenge just proving to make the whole game more interesting and he smirked as he slowly picked up something that made a gentle metallic clinking sound close to Frank’s side.

“Oh Frankie... You really do have a lot to learn don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, one of his hands coming up to rub gentle circles around Frank’s nipple with his fingertip. “Do you even know what a master’s job is?” He smirked softly, delighting in Frank’s angry snarl as his body betrayed him. His nipple soon became a hardened nub under Gerard’s teasing fingers, the rosy mound tempting Gerard in and he leaned over Frank, resting his cheek on his chest so he could breathe warm air over it.

“T – To beat up people a – and scare them into submitting?” Frank growled in response to Gerard’s question, his cheeks aflame as Gerard’s soft chuckle sent more warmth over his nipple, Gerard starting to gently pinch and rub it, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger.

“No wonder you’re so feisty,” Gerard smirked, leaning forward to flick his tongue slowly over the rosy bud. “That isn’t a master’s job at all.” He purred, moving to suck gently against Frank’s nipple for a second. Frank clenched his teeth and made no sound to suggest he was enjoying himself, his stomach clenching in disgust, but his body still quivered in silent delight. Gerard could read him with ease and he smirked as he slowly moved back, leaving Frank’s nipple shining wetly in the dim light.

“A masters job, my pet,” He purred, leaning back to circle something cold and small around the hardened nub. It felt like metal, like a small, flat disc and Frank tried to tip his head up to see what it was. “Is to find his pets weaknesses... to use them to find his limits... to find his sweet spots, to use them to drag him to the heights of pleasure.” Frank bit his lip hard at those words, his body betraying him as it quivered at the subtle promise of pleasure Bert always denied him.

“A master’s job is to punish his pet when he is bad, but to forever reward him when he is good.” Gerard continued, the metal object moving and Gerard turned the drawing pin over in his fingers so that he was no longer holding the sharp point, but the flat disc on top. He watched Frank’s face carefully, the younger mans eyes closed and his teeth clamped hard over his lower lip. “His job is to be perfectly in tune with his pet, to be able to create the perfect balance between equally deserved pleasure...” His fingers gently tweaked Frank’s nipple, the younger man oblivious to the pin now lined up with the nub. “And pain.”

Frank gasped sharply as a sudden pain stabbed straight through the little bundle of nerves, the drawing pin sliding through his nipple with ease due to the amount of force Gerard laid against it, the sharp end of the pin barely poking out of the other side once the disc was pressed flat to the one side of Frank’s nipple. Frank’s breath instantly came out in short, sharp pants, his heart racing and for a dizzy moment he felt certain he was going to have a heart attack. His nipple throbbed with pain, a bead of blood rolling down from each side and he mewled in soft agony as Gerard licked the crimson away.

“Y – You fucking crazy s – son of a bitch.” Frank snarled, hissing in pain when he earned a second pin for it, sliding from the other side so that it crossed over the first pin. “AAGH!” He growled as loudly as he could, letting the feeling of his vocal chords grating distract him from the pain for just the tiniest second.

“Shh...” Gerard purred, smirking as he gazed at Frank’s flushed face, a stray tear smeared down the side of his face making him look so perfectly distressed. His chest was heaving with the force of his breathing and Gerard knew the shock had forced him to panic somewhat. Gerard prided himself in being a perfect master, he was not a fool. He had been trained in how to dominate people properly, he wasn’t like Bert who got S&M completely confused with bondage. He was not like men who delighted in hurting their pets and could not see limits let alone keep within them. He was... for lack of a better term... a professional.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” He whispered silkily, gently sucking against Frank’s pierced nipple. The younger mans heavy breathing was making the blood flow with more ease and Gerard sucked it eagerly into his mouth, though he kept his ministrations gentle. Frank mewled huskily as his wounded nipple throbbed with a sore pain. Gerard’s hand was now resting gently on his stomach, stroking slowly as he pulled back and simply flicked his tongue over his nipple. “Shh... just take a deep breath...” Gerard whispered smoothly, Frank doing as he said just out of instinct and as Gerard gently caressed his stomach he began to breathe steadier. Every few seconds the pain in his nipple would grow to an unbearable, burning pitch, but it was as if Gerard could feel it too as just as it would become too much he would be sucking gently again, creating a different kind of pain that was more tender. More like a bruise that was sensitive, and as that pain became too much he’d lay off, letting the burn replace it. Neither pain was more desirable, but the mixture of the two started to become like a harmony. Like a mixture of feeling... a mixture of flavour, that allowed Frank to get his breath back and steady his racing heart.

“You can take more, can’t you?” Gerard purred as he stood back, moving his hand off Frank’s stomach to press the flat of his thumb against the top of his nipple. Frank groaned quietly and squeezed his eyes shut, tugging at his restraints as blood wept from both sides of his nipple, creating two streams that slid down his pectoral muscle.

Gerard could tell that Frank was weakening, but beneath his pain his pride was still intact. Gerard liked that, he loved Frank’s pride, and he didn’t want to strip it from him. He just wanted to make a gap for him within it, to really get beneath Frank’s skin. That would be a true master/servant relationship. Frank would not become a broken, hollow whisper of the man he once was like Bert was trying to make him, he would always have his pride. Always have his fire. But what Gerard would work for, would be to get past those walls so that with him, and him alone, Frank would fully and willingly submit.

“Have you remembered what you are to me yet?” Gerard asked sweetly as he started to gently rub his fingers around Frank’s other nipple. Frank groaned quietly, an irritated edge to the noise. He awkwardly tried to squirm away but it was just no use, the restraints allowed him such little movement he practically had none. He knew that Gerard was readying to give this nipple the same treatment as the other, and Frank knew that if he just gave in and called him what he wanted then he would be spared it. But his pride wouldn’t let him give up that easily, he was prepared this time.

“G – Go to hell.” He spat softly, groaning when Gerard chuckled and moved to the other side of the table. Once he was there he wasted no time in bending down and sucking Frank’s nipple into his mouth, teasing it until it was achingly hard, ready to take the pin. Frank tried to stop it from happening, but his body was no longer under his control. He felt like a puppet on Gerard’s strings and he hated that, but as the older man rolled his nipple between his teeth he couldn’t stop the throb of pleasure that went straight through his groin. Frank hadn’t even realised until that point that he was hard, and when he realised that the numb throb between his legs was his erection he felt deep shame. He did not get off on pain, he hated pain. And yet there he was, stretched across a table with an erection caused by someone other than himself for a change. His whole year with Bert had not seen the blonde man succeed in getting him even slightly hard, not once. But this man... in the very first day...

“You’re realising it aren’t you? That you’re mine.” Gerard smirked softly as he noted the way Frank had suddenly tensed. Gerard pulled back from his nipple, allowing a string of saliva to stretch from the point of his tongue for a moment before snapping, leaving Frank’s nipple slick and shiny.

“I don’t belong to anyone!” Frank snarled, tugging at his restraints desperately but it only made his limbs ache even more than they already were. “I am not yours.” He snapped, meeting Gerard’s gaze for a moment and he scowled deeply, his eyes swirling with rage and an underlying shade of horrified pleasure and Gerard chuckled softly at the sight.

“Wrong answer.” He purred silkily, picking up another drawing pin and not hesitating in pushing it into Frank’s nipple. Frank was ready for it this time and he braced himself, taking a deep breath as soon as the pin was pushed completely through his nipple and he shuddered softly as his body tensed then relaxed. The pain wasn’t anywhere near as bad this time now he was expecting it, and sensing this Gerard didn’t even say anything before pushing a second pin through the other side as he had done with his other nipple. The nub was sensitive and so the pain was marginally worse but Frank was still able to hold back any noise.

“You’re doing well Frankie,” Gerard smirked, gently pressing his thumb against his nipple so that blood would drip from either side with this one too. “I’m impressed.”

Frank groaned softly, his eyes falling closed again as both nipples throbbed with pain, his blood hot as it made veins down his chest. It was only a small amount, but it was still too much for Frank to take. How could this man make him bleed, make him hurt, and still make him feel so good?

“You like it, don’t you?” Gerard chuckled softly, leaning down to gently suck against Frank’s nipple, taking blood from this one too and delighting in the taste against his tongue. Frank was starting to breathe too heavily again, the mixture of fear and adrenaline a dangerous concoction and Gerard stroked his stomach gently, taking the time to calm him down again. Frank whimpered softly and felt a lump rising in his throat, horrifying him. He hated this, hated the gentle caresses mingled with the cruel torture. With Bert he was allowed to just take pain until he passed out, or had a panic attack. But Gerard knew how to cool him down from that, knew how to keep him conscious. There was no escape and the way the older man seemed to know so much about him already made Frank want to cry.

“I d – don’t like it, I f –fucking hate it.” He insisted, his words spat with venom but Gerard only laughed again, the hand on his stomach sliding down to gently wrap around his erection.

“Really? This doesn’t seem to agree.” He smirked softly, sliding his hand up to rub his thumb against the head of Frank’s erection before moving his hand away entirely. Frank bit back a groan as his cock throbbed, his whole body desperate for that touch again, to be allowed to feel only pleasure but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed it until he gave Gerard what he wanted first.

“I won’t give into you.” Frank snarled, his voice rough from the strain of trying to sound strong and Gerard sighed, that smirk still tugging at his lips.

“In that case, I’ll step up my game.”

Frank didn’t like the sound of that and he waited for a fifth pin to enter his body, but to his surprise none came. Instead Gerard picked up something else entirely and he smirked softly as he held it up for Frank to see.

“You want to be allowed to cum don’t you?” He purred softly, Frank’s eyes widening at the sight of the glass plug in Gerard’s hand. It was a neat, expensive looking item, about as big as Gerard’s thumb and Frank’s muscles clenched just at the sight of it. He opened his mouth to reply but there was nothing he could say. Of course he wanted to cum, it was obvious, but he didn’t want to admit that. “I wonder how long you’ll be able to resist me with this inside you.” Gerard smirked, picking up a small vial of what looked like clear oil. Frank watched with an ever increasing heart rate as Gerard coated the plug all over in it before walking down to the bottom end of the table.

“D – Don’t you dare!” Frank snapped, trying to wriggle away, to clamp his legs shut, but his restraints left him splayed open, Gerard free to do as he wished.

“Or what?” Gerard challenged, his eyes swirling with amusement as he dipped his fingers into the oil and moved to rub his fingertips against Frank’s exposed anus. Frank hissed and rolled his head to the side, hiding his face in his bicep as he deliberately clenched his ass as tight as he could, refusing to let Gerard just use him like this.

Gerard smirked softly and quirked an eyebrow, enjoying Frank’s useless attempts to try and stop him. He kept his touch gentle, his fingers moving slowly, coaxing Frank’s body to bend to his will. The younger man growled as he clenched his muscles tighter, his whole body tense as he tried to keep control of his body but after five, agonising minutes his control had completely slipped and Gerard was able to sink a finger inside him with ease.

“S – Stop!” Frank gasped, sobbing softly into his arm as Gerard rubbed his finger slowly and gently inside him, forcing his muscles to relax further despite Frank desperately trying not to let them. A second finger joined the first just as easily and Gerard purred soothing words to Frank as he cried.

“How does it feel Frankie?” He purred after a while of thrusting and scissoring his fingers. “How does it feel to have your body betray you like this?” He teased, Frank snarling softly and clenching his teeth as Gerard wriggled his fingers deeper.

“F – Fuck you – Aaah!” Frank’s body tensed and quivered violently when Gerard pressed his fingers against something inside him that sent pleasure exploding through him like an electrical current. His cock jumped and wept pre cum over his stomach, his ass quivering as Gerard slid his fingers out.

“I thought as much.” Gerard smirked, rubbing more oil over the plug before he began to nudge it against Frank’s entrance. “You can lie to me Frankie, but your body can’t. Your ass is practically begging for me to fill it.” He purred darkly, Frank’s cheeks flaming red as he snarled.

“You’re sick!”

“Am I?” Gerard asked innocently, pushing the plug into him and smirking as it disappeared inside the younger man quickly, the base resting barely a millimetre outside of him, letting Gerard position it right so that it laid against Frank’s prostate. “You’re the one who’s hard right now Frankie.” He reminded him with a smirk, standing up straight again as Frank gently shook all over.

“If you can remember what you should be calling me now then you’ll be spared further punishment.” Gerard purred, his hand cupping Frank’s balls to gently knead and massage them. “I can make you feel so good Frankie, it just takes one little word.” He whispered, Frank whimpering softly as he shook his head. He wanted so badly to feel that pleasure, his cock was hurting almost as much as his pierced nipples as he ached for release, but he couldn’t. He’d rather die than give in.

“I – I’ll never say it!” He spat, keeping his eyes squeezed shut as he heard Gerard tut.

“Even you don’t believe that Frankie, I can hear the doubt in your voice.” He sighed, smiling darkly to himself as he moved to release Frank’s ankles from their manacles. Frank, not expecting that at all, gasped in soft delight and then pain as he drew his knees up. His muscles ached and cramped, sending pain so severe through his legs that he couldn’t help the cracked gasp of pain that ripped from his throat, tears dripping from his eyes as he clamped his legs shut and rolled his hips awkwardly to the side, waiting for the cramp to alleviate.


Gerard ignored him and continued walking round the table, releasing the chain on Frank’s wrists but not taking them out of their clamp. Frank groaned softly, hissing in even more pain as he slowly moved his arms down to rest his joined hands over his chest, pain searing though his arms and making him curl up into a ball.

“Tensing up will only make it worse.” Gerard purred as he took hold of Frank’s joined wrists and tugged him off the table. The younger man yelped in pain but had no choice other than to walk with Gerard a little way from the table, whimpering softly as his wrists were drawn up to be attached to another chain, this time hanging from a ring in the ceiling. Gerard pushed Frank onto his knees, pulling the chain tight and forcing his arms to remain above his head. His arms were already tired and aching, and Frank was not ashamed to let his tears fall as he slumped on his knees.

“Are you sure you don’t want to say it Frankie?” Gerard purred as he moved back to the table, picking up the final thing he had laid there before walking back to Frank. In his hands he was uncoiling a long, leather whip, letting it run through his fingers as Frank trembled softly.

“I’ll never say it.” He insisted, though he was lacking his earlier conviction. He wasn’t beaten yet and he refused to give up. Gerard chuckled softly behind him and Frank could feel he was getting closer and closer. He jumped in slight surprise when Gerard’s hand slid down his back, Gerard squatting down behind Frank to gaze at his olive skin.

“Hm...” Gerard frowned as he ran his fingertips over Frank’s back, gazing at the scars that littered his otherwise smooth skin. Some were clearly years old, others newer, maybe a few months old. Whoever had been whipping him had little to no experience. “So, Bert used to whip you?” He asked softly, drawing the end of the whip around Frank’s back, letting him know it was there and frowning at the way Frank tensed.

“I... He... S – Sometimes...” Frank’s voice was suddenly full of fear, his body shaking violently. Gerard couldn’t blame him, it looked as if he had been treated badly by his previous owners.

“He wasn’t very good at it.” Gerard smirked, getting back to his feet and taking a firm grip on the butt of the whip. “Whipping shouldn’t leave scars, not if it’s done properly.” He said casually, Frank biting his lip softly, wishing he could turn and look at Gerard but he was fixed where he was. He knew what was coming and he was terrified. Every time he’d been whipped he’d pass out within in an instant, left a bloody mess to wake up sometimes a whole day later.

“Brace yourself.” Gerard warned and Frank had just enough to clench his teeth before the first strike of the whip cracked across his skin. He gasped and jolted, his hips bucking forward which caused the plug inside him to shift and nudge against his prostate. His cry of pain turned to one of shocked delight, his body tingling and his muscles quivering as he bowed his head. Gerard hadn’t struck again, which was also a shock. Usually when he got whipped Frank had no time to even breathe, but this was different. Gerard was waiting, letting him feel the line of stinging pain across his back, his skin warming around it. It didn’t hurt the same way it had with Bert either, Bert just hit at him with the whip, where as Gerard seemed to use only the very tip. He suddenly understood how Gerard could say Bert hadn’t been good at it, Gerard certainly seemed to have a sort of... skill to his movements.

“Do you still refuse to give in?” Gerard asked softly, Frank refusing to answer and he cried out breathlessly when a second strike was aimed to his back. His body jolted again, the plug shifted again, the pain and pleasure weaved into a sickening cocktail that made his head spin.

“I – I can’t... C – Can’t...” He gasped, yelping when Gerard hit him once, twice, three more times with just two seconds between each crack of the whip. His back flared with a hot, stinging pain, his cock throbbing as each movement he made caused the plug to rub against his special spot. His nipples wept another drop of blood down his chest... it was too much, all too much. But he couldn’t give in, he wouldn’t. He’d pass out first.

“Do you know what kind of whip I’m using Frankie?” Gerard asked sweetly, holding the whip ready for another strike. He held it about half way down with the hand not on the butt, giving him more control of its direction and force. Frank said nothing, only panted quietly as tears dripped down his cheeks. Gerard could see he was starting to crack, and he smirked. “It’s called a Blacksnake. It doesn’t have a traditional handle like a riding crop would, meaning you can coil it up small, like a snake.” He purred, starting to circle Frank with slow, deliberate steps, getting a good look at him at all angles and letting Frank see him in turn.

“It isn’t like traditional snake whips. It stays flexible right to the butt.” He purred, Frank gazing at him through half lidded, watering eyes. “And in the end – you might have noticed – is a small ball bearing.” He stroked the whip through his fingers right to its narrow end where a small ball could be seen was surrounded by the leather. “It’s particularly good for control. Not that you’re previous owners would have known anything of control.” Gerard smirked, moving back behind Frank and preparing to strike again.

“Call me your master.” He demanded, Frank wincing as he braced himself.

“No!”

Crack!

Frank gasped and clenched his teeth to try and stop his yelp of pain from escaping his throat, his body shuddering as the plug shifted again and he panted harshly. Tears were pouring freely down his cheeks, his body not sure whether it felt good or not. His erection had pre cum sliding down the shaft, blood from his nipples starting to dry on his chest and his back burnt so intensely that when Gerard struck again, over and over, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming.

Gerard whipped Franks back for ten seconds before pausing again, catching the end of the whip in his hand and watching as Frank’s back went pink, mingled with purple streaks from the whip, but not a single drop of blood could be seen. Gerard smirked, pleased with himself. Whipping should never break the skin, if Frank bled, he’d have gone too far.

“How does it feel?” He purred softly, Frank panting harshly as his body started to slump. His arms were on fire, held up by the chain and he began to shake as sobs tore through his chest. “Are you going to keep this up?” Gerard asked silkily, laying the whip down so that he could move behind Frank and run his hands down his back.

“A – Agh d – don’t! That hurts!” Frank gasped, groaning in pain as Gerard continued to run his fingertips over the bruises across his back, ignoring his whimpers of pain. He felt the heat of his skin beneath his hands, pressed against the path the whip had taken and judged the extent of the damage. He could feel if he continued with the Blacksnake then it would start breaking the skin and so he knew Frank was at his limit.

“I can make it feel better Frankie...” Gerard purred, moving his hand down to press against the base of the plug between his legs. “I can take all the pain away...” He whispered temptingly into Frank’s ear, the younger man whimpering softly and slowly shaking his head. He couldn’t... he couldn’t give in..

“N – No... No I... Agh!” Frank clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as Gerard moved to pinch one of his nipples, the pins still pierced through them. The bloody nub flared in pain and Frank felt more sobs escaping him, his body feeling so weak. By now he would have passed out if it was Bert, but Gerard was devious, he knew how to keep him on the brink, never allowing him to tip over and lose consciousness.

“P – Please... Please don’t...” He gasped, crying softly and feeling even worse to hear those words come from his lips. Gerard smirked softly, knowing he was about to win and he slid his hand down. He had built up the pain and now it was time to flip the scale and build up the pleasure.

“Does it hurt Frankie?” He whispered gently, kissing down the side of Frank’s neck as he wrapped his hand around his erection. Frank sighed and nodded shakily, his body trembling and he hissed softly as Gerard used his other hand to pull the plug out of his quivering ass. “I can make it go away... I can make you feel so good Frankie... I’m not the one who controls your pleasure or pain. It’s all down to you.” He whispered his softly, Frank whimpering and shaking his head.

Frank opened his mouth to deny him again, to argue and fight back. He could always fight back... but he felt so weak, the thought of more pain making him feel even weaker. But his throbbing erection couldn’t be ignored, he needed to cum so bad. And... To be told that effectively he was the one controlling that was a different spin on things, he had never thought of it that way.

“I... I... Okay...” He finally whispered, his body slumping in defeat, tears washing down his cheeks in the shame. “Please... Please, t – take the pain away... d – don’t let it hurt anymore...” He whimpered, Gerard still pinching his nipple and he hissed softly. He knew what he needed to say, and after an agonising minute he finally managed to choke it out. “P – Please Gera – Master... Master... Oh, fuck it... Master please!” He begged, gasping when Gerard moved his fingers back to his quivering entrance, pushing two deep inside him at the same time as he began to rapidly stroke his erection with his other hand.

“O – Oh God!” Frank gasped, his voice hoarse as he flung his head back to rest against Gerard’s shoulder, the fingers inside him finding his prostate in an instant and then it was all a dizzy blur. Gerard thrust his fingers quickly inside Frank, his other hand stroking up and down Frank’s erection, twisting his palm to add an extra sensation and Frank’s body shook with the force of the sudden, overwhelming pleasure.

It was over all too quickly, Frank unable to even attempt holding back and soon enough he cried out breathlessly as his orgasm tore through him, cum exploding over Gerard’s fingers as his ass clenched tightly over and over.

Gerard sighed and kissed softly against the back of Frank’s neck, slowly his hands down but not stopping completely, milking Frank of his orgasm until he hadn’t got another drop to give. He moved his hands away slowly and then quickly wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist as he slumped. His head was hanging down, his chest heaving as he panted but his tears had come to a stop.

“Mm... Good boy...” Gerard purred, quickly stretching up to release Frank’s wrist and the younger man practically fell into his arms.

Frank whimpered softly, his head spinning so fast he felt for sure he was going to faint. He hissed and whimpered softly when Gerard gently drew the pins out of his nipples, letting them fall to the floor before he gently lifted Frank bridal style into his arms.

“Shh, relax now my pet.” He purred, Frank’s eyelids fluttering as he tried to look dizzily at Gerard. “I’m going to run you a bath...” He whispered, brushing Frank’s hair off his forehead as he headed towards the stairs with him in his arms. “Okay?”

“Mm... I... Okay...” Frank sighed, Gerard frowning.

“Okay what?” He asked softly, Frank blushing and shuddering softly.

“I... Okay... Master...” He sighed, bowing his head as Gerard smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Mhmm... and don’t you forget it.”

Hey guys!
Yaaay a new story!
I’ve been having a pretty shitty week so this story didn’t come out as quickly as I wanted but hell, it’s here now and I’m super excited for it! :D I hope you guys are too :3
So... yeah. I don’t wanna give too much away, so please R&R and I apologise for the poker match. I don’t know how to play poker so it was put together very shabbily using Google XD
Muchos love!
xo