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Gerard gazed through his lashes at the fat man as he lit the cigarette dangling between his lips. He had the guys behind him, smirks on their faces as they watched the fat man breathing erratically, his eyes wide with fear. He was shaking so much the chair he was tied to was rocking a little, his gag saturated with saliva that trickled down a corner of his chin.

“Mm... So,” Gerard pulled his cigarette away from his mouth and blew a long stream of smoke into the air, not taking his eyes off the fat man. “Looks like you don’t have my money again then Piggy?” He purred, Mikey grinning darkly behind Gerard’s shoulder as he slowly cracked his knuckles. “That’s unfortunate.” Gerard sighed, starting to walk in a slow circle around ‘Piggy’s chair.

“Mrrmm mmph nnngh!” Piggy started to shake even more violently, desperately trying to talk through his gag but Gerard was through with talking. He had listened to the same excuses time and time again, and mafia bosses really mustn’t stand for that kind of thing. It was a shame really... Gerard had almost come to like Piggy. The man was clearly naive and fairly innocent, but that would make the punishment all the more sweeter.

“You know that I am always happy to help out a man in need.” Gerard purred, standing behind Piggy’s chair and suddenly grabbing the back of it, yanking it hard so that Piggy squealed as he fell back, Gerard holding the chair steady once it was leaning on two legs, forcing Piggy to look up at him as he leered over him. “But when I loan money, I expect it back in. Full. You haven’t even paid the interest yet.” Gerard sighed, faking a look of sadness as tears streaked down Piggy’s fat face. “And you’ve had three months already.” Gerard sighed.

Piggy once again began trying to shout something through his mask but no words were legible. Even if they were it wouldn’t have made a difference. Gerard liked to think he had a lot of patience, hell he had a lot of mercy... but it had all run out now.

“Do you know what happens when I don’t get my money Piggy?” Gerard asked innocently, shoving the chair so that it fell forward back onto all four legs, Piggy choking on his tears and almost suffocating himself on his gag. Gerard ignored him as he went back to walking round the chair, his hands clasped behind his back. “People get hurt.” He sighed, glancing at Piggy and lunging forward to rest his hands on the fat man’s knees, their faces inches apart. “People like you, get hurt.”

Piggy could smell the tobacco on Gerard’s breath as he grinned at him, remaining close to him as he slowly raised his cigarette back to his lips and took another long drag. Gerard kept their eyes locked as he gazed at Piggy with almost childlike curiosity, looking as though he was trying to figure him out.

“So far I’ve let you get away unscathed. I’ve given you chance after chance after chance.” Gerard sighed, clicking his fingers with each ‘chance’ to emphasise his point. “And how do you repay me?” He mused, turning to face Piggy again, smoking his cigarette with a scowl on his face. “Huh, that’s the thing though isn’t it?” He chuckled darkly, waving his hand flippantly, his cigarette held between two fingers. “You don’t repay me. That’s why you’re in this whole sorry mess.”

“Mmmph! MMMMMPH!” Piggy started rocking back and forth as tears poured from his bloodshot eyes, the force of his sobs making Gerard certain he’d end up asphyxiating himself.

“But I like you Piggy.” Gerard suddenly added, grinning in what was supposed to an endearing way at the terrified man. “So I wonder if maybe I should give you a second chance...” He purred, strolling back towards the fat man with his cigarette dangling between his lips. “Hm?”

Piggy starting trying to shout through his gag, and even without words Gerard could tell that he was pleading for another chance. Pleading for his life. Gerard liked that, he liked hearing people beg him. He sighed and tapped his chin thoughtfully, seeming to really consider it before he slid a knife from his pocket. Piggy’s eyes went wider, his sobbing so hard now it was making the other men scowl in distaste.

“Hey, shh shh shh.” Gerard cooed, resting a finger over Piggy’s gagged mouth and grinning cruelly at him. “I never said I was gonna kill you Piggy.” He chuckled, Piggy’s eyes flashing with hope again. “But... I do think you need to be given a warning. Wouldn’t you say that’s fair?”

Piggy looked like he wasn’t sure whether to agree or not. No warning Gerard gave was ever given, or taken, lightly. Piggy’s wrists were tied tightly to the arms of the chair he was sat on, his fingers spread out over the wood and when Gerard gently laid the tip of his knife against the top of his hand he knew that things could not end well.

“MMMRMMM! NNNGGH! MMMMPH!”

“Shh...” Gerard cooed again, his eyes flashing with a strange kind of lust and he grinned as he took his half smoked cigarette and rested it behind his ear. Piggy’s eyes were so wide they were almost bugging right out of his head, his entire body shaking violently as Gerard got a better grip on his knife.

“I’m going to give you... one warning, Piggy.” He purred silkily, moving his knife to touch the tip of the blade against the arm chair so that the flat of the blade lay against Piggy’s fingertips. “So listen carefully...

“This little Piggy went to market...” Gerard’s voice took on a sing-song tone, his eyes flicking from his knife to gaze into Piggy’s, his lips cracking into a smirk as he dragged his knife slowly across to Piggy’s ring finger. “This little Piggy stayed at home...” The knife moved again to Piggy’s middle finger. “Thiiis little Piggy had roast beef.” Gerard sang, grinning at the fat man as he dragged the knife even slower to Piggy’s index finger. “And... This little Piggy... had none.” He sighed sadly, giving a saddened pout at Piggy before lifting his knife, seeming to think for a moment before he laid the blade over the top of Piggy’s thumb. He looked back into the fat man’s eyes, smirking when he saw realisation flash in them and he rested the palm of his free hand on the top of the blade. “And this little Piggy went...”

“MMMMNNGGHH!!” Piggy squealed horrifically through his gag as Gerard pressed down all his weight onto the top of the knife, sending the blade clean through Piggy’s thumb and severing it from his hand. Gerard laughed for a moment at Piggy’s squealing, waiting until he fell relatively quiet, just sobbing in his chair, before he finished speaking.

“All. The way. Home.”

Gerard laughed softly as he gave a dainty pirouette away from the chair, moving his cigarette from behind his ear back to his lips as he did so. He looked rather smug with himself, and he grinned back at the guys as Piggy sobbed uncontrollably behind him.

“Mm, God I’m good.” Gerard chuckled, breathing a stream of smoke into the air before stamping his cigarette out beneath his heel. “Clean this.” He ordered, handing the knife to Ray before he turned and strode back to Piggy, grinning at him as he crouched down infront of him and ripped the gag from his face in one quick flourish.

“AAGH GOD!” Piggy screamed, sobbing loudly as his entire hand throbbed with pain. Blood was pouring from his severed thumb all over the wooden chair and making a small puddle on the floor and the corners of his mouth had been rubbed raw from his gag.

“Oh Piggy, you got yourself all messed.” Gerard smirked, using the gag to gently wipe the saliva off the fat man’s face. Piggy flinched at the frighteningly tender touch but whilst still being tied to the chair there was no where he could go. He gazed into Gerard’s eyes with fear filled orbs, his body shaking worse than ever . “So. Will that warning suffice? Will I have my money by the end of this week? Or do you need to lose another finger?” Gerard asked innocently, walking his fingers over Piggy’s hand and making the fat man shake his head frantically.

“N – No please... P – Please, I’ll get you your money. God, please sir, just let me go.” He sobbed, Gerard smirking widely at him.

“Mm... This time. This time I will let you go. But mark my words Piggy, if I don’t have my money by midday on Friday then not only will you die, but your wife, your son, and your pretty little baby daughter will all be slaughtered with you. Mm... In fact... I think I’ll kill your daughter first, right infront of your eyes.” He purred, stroking his thumb against the corner of Piggy’s eye. “Understood?”

“Y – Yes Sir...” Piggy sobbed, his words almost completely illegible he was crying so hard. “P – Please, I’ll get your money. Please let me go.” He begged, Gerard chuckling as he stood up and gave a sharp nod to the guys.

“Alright. Mikey, untie him and get him home.” He demanded, smirking as Mikey stepped forward along with Bob and Ray. Gerard watched with his hands resting on his hips as his brother and friends roughly untied the fat man and yanked him to his first. Mikey grinned evilly at him as he rolled up his sleeves, Piggy begging for mercy.

“You know the drill Piggy. You were never here.” Mikey smirked before gripping his fist in one hand and using his full strength to send his elbow crashing against Piggy’s skull, a crack sounding through the empty warehouse before Piggy collapsed. He fell, completely unconscious, against Bob and Ray who struggled to support his weight.

Gerard chuckled softly and strode over to get a look at the fat man, blood still dripping from his hand onto the floor.

“Hm...” Gerard looked down by the chair and bent down to pick up the severed thumb from where it had fallen. He lifted it and gazed at it curiously before handing it to Mikey. “Dispose of that.” He smirked before turning to stride out of the warehouse first. Mikey nodded behind his back and looked at the thumb, wrinkling his nose up at it before turning to look at Piggy.

“I think I’ll keep this, if you don’t mind.” He grinned, holding the thumb up infront of Piggy’s face, smirking as the unconscious man stay slumped in Ray and Bob’s arms. “Excellent. Thanks pal.” He laughed, patting Piggy’s shoulder before pocketing his severed thumb and then striding off after his brother, leaving the others to dump Piggy’s body on a highway near his home.

>X<

Frank stood infront of his bedroom mirror, gazing curiously at the fancy collar fastened around his neck. Gerard had been gone for little over an hour now and in that time Frank had managed to compose himself enough to start thinking straight again. He wasn’t feeling particularly impressed with what had happened, in fact, it was making his stomach churn sickeningly.

What had happened in the basement had been easy to forget and move on from. It was just the usual, Frank had got so used to punishment that it barely mattered anymore. It was just... life. It was just what happened. But what happened in the attic... that Frank couldn’t just forget. It left him feeling tainted and abused in a way he had never felt before. His body was betraying him in the worst of ways, and Gerard was causing it. He couldn’t let it happen anymore, he was not going to be defeated in just three measly days.

Scowling to himself Frank tried to forget what had happened in the attic and focus on the present instead. With all the men out the house he had the perfect opportunity to go exploring and maybe try to escape, but first things first -

Frank fumbled with the clasp on the back of the collar, the metal ring on the front tinkling as it swayed from the force of his scrabbling. Finally though he had managed to slide the leather strap out of the clasp and the collar fell from his neck. Frank didn’t bother catching it; he took great pleasure watching it fall to the floor. He kicked it aside for good measure and gently massaged his neck with his fingertips as he turned away from the mirror and made his way out of his room.

Frank had explored most of the house by now and so far hadn’t seen any obvious escape routes. All the doors and windows were electronically controlled, opened only by little key cards that the men of the house owned. The chef knew the code to get out into the garden, and Frank assumed the female gardener would know that too, but whether they knew a code to get out the front door was a different matter entirely.

Frank wandered down the stairs as he considered his options. He knew leaving this place was not going to be an easy feat, but unless he started making some real attempts then he wasn’t going to learn what might or might not work. With this in mind he strode purposefully to the large, oak wood doors that led from the house to the long driveway. It seemed obvious that they would be locked but it was worth a try.

Sure enough the wood did not so much as budge when Frank grasped the handle and leant all his weight against it. The small electronic device attached to the frame bleeped and the words ‘enter code’ flashed across its small screen. Frank sighed and examined the little keypad of numbers, shrugging and trying a few combinations just in the off chance he’d get lucky.

Of course he didn’t, and undeterred he turned and started making his way into the kitchen.

The chef was at his usual post, flicking through a cook book and humming thoughtfully to himself. Frank supposed he was trying to figure out what to cook for that evening’s main meal, and he was so deep in thought he didn’t even notice as Frank walked right behind him towards the French doors that led out into the large garden.

Frank got the distinct feeling that he was almost like a ghost in this place, the chef completely oblivious even when he gently tried to the handle on the doors. To Frank’s great surprise the door slid across with ease, silently sliding on its wheels until Frank could feel a warm summers breeze from outside. For a long second Frank was simply stunned, his heart starting to pound as he glanced over his shoulder at the chef. The large man was still reading his cook book, shaking his head after a moment and frowning as he turned to the next page.

’Am I invisible or something?’ Frank wondered to himself, shaking his head in bemusement as he sidestepped out the doors and slid them gently back into place. He was quick to rush round the side of the house then, turning a corner and pressing his back against the brick wall so that if the chef finally looked up he would not be able to see him through any of the windows.

Frank’s heart was pounding hard and fast against his ribs as he leant against the wall, gazing about himself with wide eyes. He hadn’t been outside in the longest time, not like this. The last time he’d gone out at all was when Gerard brought him from Bert’s place to here. But Bert had not exactly been the type to let Frank wander around outside either and for a second Frank felt sobbing he was so happy.

The sun was warm against his skin; glowing down on him and making him close his eyes just to feel it heating his eyelids. He sucked in grateful lungfuls of fresh air, the scent of all the flowers assaulting his senses and making his head feel pleasantly heavy. A bee was buzzing around somewhere and the quiet noise of its wings was almost alien to Frank.

Slowly, he opened his eyes again, gazing around with a soft smile at all the flowers around him. There were so many different colours, shapes, sizes... the grass was such a beautiful shade of green and all around there were different types of trees offering shade beneath their branches. There was a pond somewhere Frank guessed as he could hear a gently trickling of water, and dotted about there were a few Greek style statues, along with -

Frank jumped in surprise when he finally spotted the gardener. He had almost completely forgotten about the woman and his eyes grew wide when he saw her, gazing curiously at him from over the top of a rose bush. She looked just as shocked as he did, her eyes wide and her lips parted. For a torturously long moment the two simply stared at each other, Frank taking in the pretty woman’s face as a gentle breeze caused a few strands of her dark hair to slide free of her ponytail and caress her neck.

Frank swallowed thickly, waiting for her to scream or shout for the chef. He was obviously a pet... even without a collar, it wasn’t like he could be anyone else. As Frank stared at the woman, a century seeming to pass, he started to wonder if maybe she thought he was one of the men... maybe he could pretend he was a new guy or something. Her eyes certainly seemed to be holding a bit of fear and so Frank did the only thing he could think of.

Flashing a small smirk at the woman Frank composed himself and straightened his back, giving himself what he hoped was good posture. He tried to look confident, pulling that same self assured smirk that he saw the others doing all the time, and he gave a small nod of his head at the bewildered gardener before turning and strolling round the side of the house as if he had every right to be there.

Frank’s heart was beating so fast he felt for sure he could faint, and it wouldn’t really be a bad thing he supposed. He ached to lie down on the plush grass and let the sun warm him, but staying in this garden was not what he wanted. What he really wanted was to be free, and he needed to act fast before the gardener grew suspicious of who he was and tried to follow him.

With no other ideas in mind Frank simply followed the house and hoped that the garden would lead round to driveway without any obstructions. It seemed to easy but then he hadn’t been expecting the back doors to be open, or for the gardener to just let him walk away without saying a word.

The feeling of being a ghost returned to him and he shuddered slightly as he walked quickly round the house. It was such a huge building, Frank had almost forgotten how grand it was, and with his slowly increasing panic it felt like it took him forever to get round to the front. But before he knew it he was finally stepped off the grass and onto gravel and to his shock he found himself facing the long driveway that led down to the gates that were his only other obstacle before he would be free.

All of a sudden it all seemed too overwhelming. How could it be that his little bit of nosing around just to maybe plan an escape had led to this? He couldn’t believe that he had got this far, and so easily. Maybe Gerard hadn’t seen fit to actually really lock him in, too convinced that Frank wouldn’t be stupid enough to try escaping in the first place. It wouldn’t be surprising if that was the case, Gerard seemed cocky enough to think something like that.

Frank scoffed to himself and smirked as he thought of how stupid Gerard was going to feel when he found Frank gone. He only hoped the chef and gardener wouldn’t get the fury for it, he didn’t want anyone getting hurt because of him, but that wasn’t enough to make him turn back.

Feeling a sense of excitement start bubbling inside him Frank began to run from the side of the house down the driveway, gunning towards the large iron gates at the bottom. He knew that they, like the doors and windows, were electronically controlled, but he’d climb over them if he had to. Nothing was going to stop him now. He was going to leave this place and start a new life, a life that didn’t include collars and chains and stupid, twisted versions of trust and reward and punishment... He was leaving Gerard’s screwed up heaven and hell and would find his own. He’d claim sanctuary at the church – he’d do anything as long as he got away from this place.

Frank was so preoccupied with running towards his freedom that he didn’t notice the black car pulled up near the house, Gerard watching him with a confused look as he ran straight past and just kept going. Mikey glanced at his brother and shared a bewildered look with him before Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes, slamming the car door shut and striding down the driveway after the running boy.

Gerard didn’t need to run, he knew that Frank’s efforts were all in vain. The idiot boy hadn’t even noticed him and Gerard felt almost amused as he strolled casually down the gravel.

Frank reached the huge iron gates and started to shake them, testing to see how strong they were and feeling a little surprised when they didn’t move an inch. At least they’d be easy to climb then, he didn’t even dare try cracking the code. It would just be a waste of time and who knew how long he had before Gerard returned.

Without another second’s hesitation Frank jumped up and grabbed the bars of the gates, his feet sliding against the metal as he started trying to pull himself up. It wasn’t very graceful but if he got over then who cared. Struggling not to slip back down Frank gripped to the bars with all his strength, his feet flailing as he tried to pull himself up. He was concentrating hard on the top of the gate, his muscles straining as he shimmied upward, but it only took a gentle touch to his waist to shock him so much that he came tumbling straight back down again.

Frank didn’t even have time to think about screaming before his fall was broken by strong arms circling his hips and catching him before he fell even two inches. For a second Frank wasn’t sure what had happened, but as he slid down until his feet were on the floor, and strong hands started to turn him round his heart lurched sickeningly as he realised what this must mean.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” Gerard’s face was a mask of calm but Frank could see anger swirling in his eyes, the brown irises flashing dangerously as he looked Frank up and down. When he saw he wasn’t wearing his collar he allowed some of his rage to show in a deep scowl, his grip tightening on Frank’s waist until his nails dug into his skin.

“I – I – No where... I –” Frank couldn’t string together a sentence, all of his earlier confidence disappearing as he stared into the angry eyes of the older man. He didn’t have a clue how Gerard was going to punish him for this, but there was no doubt it was going to be bad. “I was just... I just w – wanted to look at the garden.” He lied quickly, Gerard quirking his eyebrow.

“Garden?” He repeated softly, gazing around pointedly and making Frank blush. “Wow... Am I crazy or... is the garden actually that way?” He asked sarcastically as he pointed behind himself. “And why aren’t you wearing your collar? You know the rules on that... You know the rules on going outside for that matter.”

“I – I know, I just...” Frank sighed and shook his head. There was obviously no point in him trying to lye, Gerard knew exactly what he had been doing and there was nothing he could say to make him think otherwise. “Alright, fine. You caught me. I was trying to escape, just punish me already.” He scoffed, scowling as he looked down at his feet. Gerard stared at him in surprise for a moment before he shook his head with a frown.

“You know Frank, sometimes I wonder if you like to be punished.” He scoffed, scowling at the thought. That wouldn’t do. The whole point of being punished was to make Frank behave, not act up so he could get punished again. “Well,” Gerard scoffed, yanking Frank close and gripping his chin so he was forced to look up into his eyes. “I best make sure this time you will not enjoy your punishment one. Bit.” He snarled, Frank unable to stop the tingle of fear that went down his spine at that and instinctively struggled as Gerard started to drag him back up the drive towards the house.

“Mikey!” He barked, the younger man still stood by the car with an amused smirk on his face. “I need you to watch Frank for me.” He snapped, dragging the small man up the drive with ease, Frank’s shins getting grazed on the gravel as he stumbled and slipped in his attempts to break out of his grip.

“No problem.” Mikey purred softly, smirking at Frank as Gerard yanked him up to the car. “You going somewhere?” He asked curiously, Gerard nodding and shoving Frank into Mikey’s arms.

“I need to buy some things.” Was the only explanation he gave before he got back into the car. Mikey nodded and calmly pulled Frank to the door of the house, the younger man squirming and struggling but Mikey was stronger than he looked. Frank was surprised to find that the guy had quite strong muscles despite his skinny frame and he growled as he tried to break from the tight grip on his wrists.

“Let go of me!” He snapped, watching with wide eyes as the black car skidded round and started to move back down the drive, spraying gravel as it went.

“I don’t think so Franklin.” Mikey sneered, grinning as he dragged Frank up the porch and into the house with little effort. “You’ve been a very bad boy...” He purred, gazing at Frank with sparkling eyes. “Today you’ll learn what happens when you really misbehave.” Mikey had such a tone of glee to his voice that Frank couldn’t help but feel fear swirling inside him. The youngest Way was clearly a sadistic man, and Frank didn’t even want to imagine what kind of thing Gerard was going to do to him.

“You’re fucking crazy! You’re all fucking crazy!” Frank shouted, wriggling and squirming in desperation, trying to no avail to get out of Mikey’s hands, but his hold was just too tight and all too soon Frank found himself being flung across the basement floor.

“Now you just pipe down and sit still.” Mikey demanded, grinning at Frank. “You can wait down here until Gerard gets back.”

“Fuck you.” Frank spat, glaring at Mikey as he got back to his feet. Mikey glanced over his shoulder at the younger man, contemplating him for a second before he chuckled and wandered over. Frank flinched and scuttled backwards, Mikey following him until Frank was forced to rest his back against the wall, finding himself cornered by the youngest Way.

“Would you like that Frankie?” Mikey smirked, grabbing Frank’s wrists so quick Frank didn’t have time to even think, Mikey’s long fingers securing his wrists tightly whilst his other hand came up to cup Frank’s cheek. “Hm? Like me to fuck you?” He purred, Frank scowled and trying to bite Mikey’s hand. Mikey laughed and moved his hand a safe distance away, his eyes swirling. “I bet you would, you faggot.”

“Go to hell.” Frank spat, his voice full of venom and he struggled to free his wrists, but Mikey was so much stronger than he was. Frank wondered whether the people in this house were just ridiculously strong or if he was actually really weak. Either way, things had to change. “Get the fuck off me!” He snapped, kicking at Mikey’s shins but it was as if Mikey couldn’t even feel the blows.

“Let me give you a word of warning Frankie.” Mikey purred, smirking as he leant forward and pressed his lips against Frank’s ear. The younger man hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to jolt his head out the way but Mikey simply followed, like two magnets pushing and pulling each other. “Don’t let it leave your mind that Gerard is a mafia boss. He isn’t a man to test.”

“Whatever you say.” Frank scoffed, groaning when Mikey licked a wet trail across to his cheek, chuckling as he stood back and Frank scowled at him.

“Clearly you don’t think him much of a threat.” Mikey smirked, shaking his head in slight bewilderment at this as he reached into his pocket. “Just think, a mere hour after he was making you cum, he was threatening a man who owes him money. And when Gerard gets angry, he doesn’t make empty threats.” With this ominous statement made Mikey pulled something out of his pocket, smirking as he grabbed Frank’s hand. “I’ll let you think about that.” He purred softly, pressing what he had taken out of his pocket against Frank’s palm before he turned and left the basement with a quiet chuckle.

Frank watched him go with a confused frown, wondering what the hell he was supposed to take from that. He scoffed and shook his head, sliding down to sit on the floor as he decided Mikey was just trying to scare him cos’ he had nothing better to do. Frank wouldn’t be afraid so easily, not anymore.

Once he heard the basement door close and lock Frank finally looked down to see what Mikey had handed him. It felt quite soft and fleshy, a little damp too, he didn’t know what he was expecting but when he opened his hand and saw the severed thumb he felt nothing but utter shock. For a second he couldn’t react, just staring intently at the grotesque thing he was holding, leaking slightly congealed blood onto his palm. He assessed whether it was real or not and after concluding that it was he gave a strangled scream and flung it as far away from himself as he could.

“O – Oh God!” He gasped, wiping the blood on his hand onto the floor before dashing to the furthest corner away from the thumb, where he wouldn’t be able to see it. “Oh... Oh God...” He sobbed, curling into a ball and starting to cry uncontrollably as he let all his fear out. How could it be that that very morning he had been sat watching the gardener from the window seat. How could it be that that morning he had been given a ‘gift’ from Gerard and was seduced so easily by him. How could it be that he had dropped from heaven straight into hell so quickly... He supposed it just went to show how fast you could fall from grace when living with someone like Gerard.

>X<

By the time Gerard got back evening was drawing in and with it some ominous looking storm clouds. It was the middle of summer but it looked as if a storm was brewing. God only knew the ground could do with it, they were heading into a drought and so some rain would be welcome. Especially for what Gerard had planned. He smirked to himself and put out his cigarette as he walked up the drive into the house, carrying a small plastic bag.

Inside the hall Mikey was waiting for him. He told Gerard everything that had happened since he left and nodded when Gerard gave him some further instructions to take care of before he went to the basement to fetch his disobedient pet. It was such a shame after having a promising morning with Frank that things had to take a turn like this, but he was not going to be lenient this time. Frank was going to learn his place whether he liked it or not.

Gerard opened the basement door as violently as possible to make sure it banged against the wall like thunder. He then walked quite daintily down the stairs, his eyes seeking out Frank and keeping them fixed on him as the younger man peeked up at him from one of the back corners. Even in the darkness Gerard could see Frank had been crying, his eyes still glistening with left over tears. Gerard wondered if this was some kind of trick, an attempt to make him be merciful, but it wouldn’t work.

“Right. Come here.” He snapped, standing at the bottom of the stairs and waiting for Frank to obey. For a moment it looked like he wouldn’t, but then his eyes flicked towards the severed thumb still lying on the floor and he dashed over to Gerard so fast he was almost eager. “I think you know how angry I am with you.”

“I was only doing what my instincts tell me to. You can’t just expect me to bow down and be your dog.” Frank whined, Gerard scowling and back handing him sharply across the face. Frank gasped and clutched his struck cheek, his eyes watering. He was fed up of getting slapped by this man.

“Actually my dog is exactly what you are.” Gerard snapped, reaching into his bag and pulling out a loop of chain. “Have you ever seen one of these?” Gerard asked softly, his eyes boring into Frank’s. When he didn’t answer Gerard continued anyway. “This is a choke collar. I got it from the pet store – an actual pet store. As in a pet store for cats, dogs, gold fish. You know the sort.” He smirked, Frank glaring at him. “The collar I gave you this morning was an expensive, real leather, handmade collar I got done in your specific measurements. And silly me thought you might even be grateful.” He scoffed, shaking his head as he slipped the choke collar around Frank’s neck before the younger man could pull back. “Well.. Now I see you don’t deserve it. So you can wear this one instead, which comes with this pleasant little function...”

The collar was made entirely of chain with two rings of metal on the front. Gerard hooked a finger through one of them and pulled hard, causing the chain to slide through the second ring and choking Frank so suddenly the younger man gasped, coughed and stumbled forward.

“I considered punishing you in here. But right now I don’t even want to look at you.” Gerard spat, Frank gazing up at him as his eyes watered. Gerard had allowed some more slack on the chain so it was no longer choking him, but it had proved its point and Frank’s heart was hammering as he panted softly. “In fact,” Gerard continued, “I don’t want to have to look at you at all for the rest of the night. I’ll punish you tomorrow, when I can stand to be around you.” He snapped, Frank flinching and feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He didn’t know why it hurt him so much to hear Gerard talk like that, to confirm his already torturing thoughts that he was disgusting, but it hurt more than any wound he could have inflicted.

Gerard said nothing more as he started back up the stairs, his finger still hooked in Frank’s collar so that he was forced to follow him or be choked. Frank scowled and struggled to hold back his tears as Gerard dragged him up the basement stairs, still keeping silent as he took him through the house, through the kitchen, through the French doors and into the garden.

Frank looked about in slight surprise, the blue sky now swamped with black clouds, the warm sunshine replaced with a chill breeze that made Frank shiver.

“What –”

“You said you wanted to be in the garden. Well, here you are.” Gerard purred darkly, pulling Frank by his collar across the grass towards an old oak tree where Mikey was stood. He had looped a long chain around the thick trunk, leaving about a metre spare with a ring on the end. There was a double ended clip attached to it and Frank knew exactly what Gerard had planned as they approached it.

“You can stay out here for the whole night, I’m feeling so generous.” Gerard snapped, shoving Frank infront of him and watching as he fell to his knees. Frank grazed his legs against the thick roots poking through the ground and he moaned in horror as Mikey snapped the other end of the clip onto the choke ring of his collar, attaching him to the tree with no escape.

“Have fun Frankie.” Mikey smirked, pecking his lips quickly and laughing as Frank growled and wiped his mouth before spitting on the floor. Gerard scowled and shook his head in distaste, throwing Frank a disappointed look before he wrapped his arm around Mikey shoulders and started back towards the house.

“I’ll collect you in the morning, if I feel you deserve it.” He called over his shoulder, leaving Frank with that as he stepped through the French doors and back into the warmth of the house as the first spot of rain began to fall.

Frank snarled softly and tried to pull the collar over his head but he couldn’t work it up over his chin no matter how hard he tried. He pulled on the chain attached to the tree but the only way to release it was to take it off his collar, and when he tried to undo the clip he found that it was impossible. He whimpered and examined it more closely, groaning when he found there was a small lock in it he hadn’t noticed before. If he moved too far then the chain around the tree pulled tight and caused his collar to close around his throat, closing his air way until he moved back towards the tree. In the end it soon became clear Frank had no other choice than to huddle against the trunk, resting on the uncomfortable root infested ground as the rain started to fall more heavily.

Frank sighed and drew his knees up to his chest, resting his face against his knees as the approaching storm broke and the rain started to fall so heavily it was like a waterfall. Frank couldn’t help but feel as if the weather was in tune with his mood and he sniffed pathetically as tears dripped down his cheeks and mingled with the raindrops. Within minutes he was freezing cold, his body trembling no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Gerard couldn’t be serious about leaving him out here all night, could he? He’d surely die if he stayed out in this kind of weather. His immune system was terrible.

Frank looked up towards the house with hopeful eyes, his heart racing faster and faster the longer he stared at the blank windows. He knew he’d be left outside for a while to emphasise the fact he was being punished but he couldn’t believe Gerard would really be so cruel as to leave him here all night... but then... there was the severed finger...

Frank shuddered and returned back to huddling against the tree trunk, the branches providing some shelter from the rain but it was so heavy Frank still got soaked to the bone. He whimpered softly and pressed his face against the bark, squeezing his eyes shut and shivering violently. Gerard wouldn’t leave him out here all night... he wouldn’t...

>X<

He did.

Somewhere between dusk and dawn Frank had managed to fall asleep... or he had simply fallen unconscious, he wasn’t sure which. Either way his eyes closed in darkness and when he opened them again the sun was shining, though there were still plenty of clouds in the sky. The garden was so wet from the rain that puddles had formed in the grass and the poor roses had lost many of their petals. The gardener would have a lot of work today... or maybe Gerard would give her the day off... Frank pondered this as he gazed about with blood shot eyes, his body still shaking though he was nowhere near as cold as he had been.

The night had been the longest of Frank’s life... and he had had some pretty tough nights before. He hadn’t realised it was possible to feel as cold as he had and as he had trembled and shook against the tree he had grown to a point where the shaking had caused him to feel nauseas and he had been certain he would throw up before the night was out. He vowed in his head that if he ever had a dog he wouldn’t leave it out at night, not even if it wasn’t raining, not even if it had a kennel...

The collar around Frank’s neck was cold and heavy on his collarbones, the wet metal uncomfortable against his skin. His hair was sticking to his face and his clothes were saturated with water, making his skin feel wet and raw. He felt a little queasy still, but mostly his head was just aching. He was convinced he must have got pneumonia or something and all the fight had been forced out of him. He didn’t even care that he was getting covered in mood as he sank down to curl into a ball on the ground, his heavy eyelids falling shut again. He couldn’t believe Gerard had left him out in the storm all night, he felt almost... betrayed. Wasn’t he supposed to be building a relationship based on trust? Wasn’t he supposed to be better than Bert? Not even he had done something as cruel as this.

It was late into the morning before Gerard appeared, and by then Frank was starting to consider just pulling against his collar and choking himself to death on purpose. It wasn’t like this place had anything left for him, but even with his motivation to fight gone his pride refused to let him give up. He couldn’t be defeated yet, not when he was only four days in...

As Gerard stepped out of the house and walked over to him Frank could hear his footsteps squelching across the grass. He didn’t dare open his eyes to look, he shivered as he thought of how weak he must look and how badly he wanted to sit up and glare at the man who tried to break him, but his body just wouldn’t move. He ached to sleep... ached to be warm.

“Well, well, well,” Gerard purred as he approached Frank, using the tip of his muddy boot to roll Frank onto his back. “You are a sorry sight.”

“Fuck you.” Frank whispered, his usual venom gone as he gazed up at the older man with tired eyes. His face was considerably paler than usual and Gerard shook his head with a small smirk as he leaned down and yanked Frank up to his feet.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I’m even here. I did seriously think about leaving you here for another night, but I suppose I can move your punishment on.” Gerard purred, slipping a small key into the clip attaching Frank to the chain and letting it unlock. Frank swayed sickeningly as he struggled to find his balance, his body shaking even more violently now that he had stood up and he had no other choice than to stumble after Gerard as the man took him by the collar and pulled him towards the house.

“So, did you have a good night Frankie?” Gerard asked darkly, his voice amused and Frank scowled deeply. He couldn’t believe anyone could be so cruel, and he realised with a sickening lurch of his stomach that he had actually allowed himself to believe that Gerard could be different. But he wasn’t different, he was exactly the same as every asshole master Frank had had before.

“What? Not talking to me today?” Gerard asked sweetly, smirking as he reached the house and stepped inside, turning in the doorway to block Frank from entering. Frank slowly looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes dead as Gerard’s twinkled at him. “Strip.”

“What!?”

“Oh, now we’ve found our voice have we?” Gerard chuckled, smirking as he laid his hands on his hips. “Strip.” He demanded again, nodding at Frank’s clothes. “I don’t want you getting mud in the house. Take it off, all of it.”

Frank stared at Gerard like he was crazy but soon decided arguing was not a good option. He already felt ready to drop from the cold and he desperately needed to be allowed into the warm house. Hell, he really needed a bath but he wouldn’t let him hope for Gerard’s generosity to stretch that far.

Gerard took a deep breath and grinned smugly as Frank obediently started to remove his clothes, his shaking hands peeling the garments off his body and Gerard turned to take off his own muddy shoes and rest them on some newspaper laid on the floor beside the doors. He waited until Frank was completely naked before he stood aside and let him in, Frank’s cheeks aflame and his hands cupped over his manhood to try and save his dignity.

“Walk to the basement.” Gerard demanded next, Frank forced to walk infront of him where everyone could see, Gerard strolling casually behind him and checking out his ass whilst he was at it. He was pleased to find that the whipping from that first day had not left any lasting marks on Frank’s back and he felt pretty smug with himself. He was just too damn good.

Frank kept his head bowed as he walked to the basement, not even caring what punishment Gerard gave him now. At least he was out of the rain. Once he reached the basement door he waited for Gerard to unlock it before walking slowly down the stairs, his head spinning it was aching so much. He desperately needed to sleep, but he supposed it was a blessing really. At least now he’d definitely be able to pass out when Gerard hurt him.

“Right, kneel down here.” Gerard ordered, having followed Frank down into the dark space. He stood directly beneath the one single light bulb hanging on a wire from the ceiling. Frank slid down to his knees without question, his brain just not functioning enough to worry about what this could mean. His eyes were still directed at the floor so he didn’t even notice that Gerard was gently massaging his length through his jeans as he gazed down at Frank.

“You know Frankie... You look so pretty when you’re being all submissive like that.” He purred huskily, Frank looking up at that and gasping when he saw what the older man was doing. He tried to shuffle back on instinct but Gerard shot his free hand out and grabbed Frank’s damp hair, pulling him back forward violently. “Ah ah ah, don’t ruin it.” He scolded softly, his voice full of amusement as he continued coaxing his flaccid penis into an erection.

“Get off me.” Frank whimpered, his stomach churning. “Please, I don’t want this.” He groaned, tears filling his eyes as he became overwhelmed with despair. This was too much, he couldn’t handle it.

“You should have thought about that before you tried to run away.” Gerard smirked back, finally undoing the button and zip on his jeans, but leaving his belt on. He reached inside the denim and bit his lip as he pulled his hardened cock free, staying fully dressed as he yanked Frank forward. “Now you can suck it, and if I think you did a good enough job maybe I’ll feel fit to end your punishment here.”

“N – No... Please...” Frank whimpered, shaking his head frantically as tears dripped down his cheeks. “I don’t want to –”

“You’ll do as I fucking say.” Gerard snarled softly, gripping Frank’s hair tighter and tighter until he looked up at him. “Because if you don’t you’ll go outside for another night, and another night, and another night, until you do.” He warned, using his other hand to guide his cock to Frank’s mouth, rubbing the head against Frank’s pursed lips. “And if you even think about biting I’ll tie you to that tree and let every man in this place rape you. And oh, believe me, they’d love it.” He chuckled, Frank choking on a sob as he reluctantly opened his mouth. After his night he believed every word Gerard said and even sucking this bastard’s dick had to be better than letting all the other idiots in the place fuck him against a tree. Especially Mikey...

Frank shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut, sobbing softly as Gerard slid his erection deep into his mouth, waiting for his gagging to stop before moving further forward. Frank shook his head and tried to move back on instinct but Gerard’s grip on his hair tightened so much his scalp burned and he was forced to move forward again. He felt the head of Gerard’s cock bump against the back of his throat and he retched so hard he thought he was going to throw up, but Gerard was relentless, forcing himself forward until Frank was deep throating him without any incident.

“Mmph... Good boy...” Gerard purred huskily, tears pouring down Frank’s cheeks as he tried to settle his churning stomach and keep his gag reflex disabled as Gerard started to thrust back and forth into his mouth. He felt sick to the stomach but he tried to ignore it, tried to pretend he wanted this too but all he really wanted was to pass out. “Come on Frankie, you’re meant to be impressing me.” Gerard growled softly, reminding Frank of their deal and the younger man whimpered as he reluctantly started to suck.

Gerard gave a soft moan of appreciation, the noise making something inside Frank tingle pleasantly but it wasn’t enough to stop the sickening feeling in him. He wasn’t even sure if it was the act of sucking Gerard or just the rough night before that was making him feel so ill, all he knew was that he wanted this to be over. With this thought in mind he squeezed his eyes shut tighter and started to suck more eagerly around the older man, even bobbing his head into his thrusts to try and get him off quicker.

Impressed, Gerard slowed down his thrusts slightly as a sort of reward, making it easier for Frank to control the pace and keep his gagging down. Gerard gazed down at him through half lidded eyes as he lazily moved his hips back and forth, saliva building at the corners of Frank’s mouth as tears dripped from his eyes. Gerard thought he looked obscene and beautiful and his stomach started to warm and clench with his approaching climax.

“Mmph... So good Frankie... Just keep doing that...” He praised softly, his voice rough with pleasure and Frank tried desperately to ignore it as he sucked harder and started to work his tongue around the coronal ridge. He was feeling sicker and sicker and he was certain he wasn’t going to be able to finish this without being sick first. He had never wanted anyone to cum more than he wanted Gerard to in that moment, eager for the whole ordeal to just end.

It felt like forever before he began to feel the tell tale pulses against his tongue. Gerard’s cock starting to twitch over and over and his moaning grew louder and huskier, his grip tightening on Frank’s hair just instinctively. Frank stopped bobbing his head and just let Gerard thrust his hips, squeezing his eyes shut so tight he saw stars and he braced himself for the orgasm he knew was coming.

“O – Oh fuck...” Gerard groaned, gasping as he pushed his hips forward and exploded in Frank’s mouth, his cum shooting down his throat and making Frank choke a little. “Mmph... f –fuck... swallow it...” Gerard warned as he squeezed his eyes shut, riding through his orgasm as Frank obediently swallowed down his cum, sobbing as he did so.

Gerard felt no guilt as he milked his orgasm and forced Frank to suck on the tip for another minute longer before he felt spent enough to zip his jeans back up. Frank slumped down on the basement floor as he sobbed harshly, some cum and saliva still on his chin from the corner of his mouth and Gerard shook his head with a small smirk as he bent down to wipe it away with his thumb.

“Frankie,” He said softly, his voice stern as he cupping Frank’s face and gently nudged him to sit up again. Frank struggled upright, his body shaking and his stomach rolling and churning. He gazed at Gerard through his tears as the older man leaned close and for a second Frank thought he might kiss him. “If you ever try to run away again, I’ll kill you.” Gerard purred, Frank’s heart missing a beat as Gerard leant ever closer, their lips almost touching but then Gerard paused and turned away instead.

Frank watched through wide eyes as the older man strolled up the basement steps without another word, leaving Frank crying and shaking on the floor as he disappeared through the door and locked it as if there wasn’t even anyone left in there.

Hey guuuys,
I know the chapters aren’t coming out real fast but I really took my time on this one cos’ I wanted to make Gerard’s character perfect. I’m not great at writing really evil characters but I actually love how Gerard’s developing here, he’s probably my favourite character I’ve ever written at the moment XD So I hope you guys loved it too and please leave me your thoughts :3
xo