Frank opened the door to their playroom with shaky and fumbling hands, and switched the lights on, bathing the room in its usual red and warm-white ambiance. He stopped for a moment as he was hit with the realization that, prior to him being used as a footstool, that he had been cleaning. Frank grimaced as he lifted his arm up and took an apprehensive sniff. He gagged at the sweaty smell that emanated from his body and glanced down the hallway before he scurried into his bedroom right across the hallway and into the en-suite bathroom. He pulled the t-shirt off over his head and threw it aside before he pulled off his shorts and tossed them into the hamper haphazardly over his shoulder. He tugged his underwear off before he grabbed one of the small hand towels nearby and ran it under the open faucet. He hastily gave himself one of the fastest wipe-downs in his life, and that included the emergency sweat clean-up of '08 on one of his and Ryan's first dates.

He gave himself one more sniff as he plied the towel with hand soap and scrubbed down any and all important parts of his body. He rinsed himself off, drying his body with a towel and chucking both damp items nearby. He ran back out into his room, he grabbed his bottle of cologne from the nightstand and gave himself two spritzes- neck and chest as usual- before he opened his closet and pulled on a fresh and ball-sweat free pair of underwear like Gerard had instructed.

He slid out of the bedroom and into the hallway, silently closing the door before he went into the playroom a second time, sighing in relief when he noted it was empty. He walked over to the Persian rug where he usually waited for his Dominant. He went down onto his knees, facing the door with his arms folded behind his back, his hands to his elbows. No two seconds later, the door opened and Gerard walked in with his confident stride. Frank's heart rate was still racing in his chest from all of the running around he had previously done, and he immediately looked down.

"Good boy." Gerard walked over, stopping in front of Frank as he hummed in approval, "So well-behaved." Frank frowned as Gerard crouched down on the carpet in front of him, he was trying his best not to look at his Dominant.

"Look at me, boy." Gerard ordered and Frank obeyed, looking up and biting on his lip, "Now, I just want to know if you're genuinely okay with this. I know we both asked you beforehand but now it's just you and me, my prince. I know we haven't been together since... Well, I just want to make sure you're comfortable. I know we said we would move past everything even if you took your time in trusting me again but I don't want this to sway your presentiment, boy."

"I-" Frank was somewhat taken aback by the gentle tone that coated Gerard's words, "I am. I know what I said but I wanna try this, sir."

"You promise you wouldn't lie to me, boy? Please don't do this just to make me happy..." Gerard eyed hs submissive sternly who, in turn, vehemently shook his head, "Alright. I- Did you shower?"

Frank swallowed, "Wh- I- No."

Gerard leaned in and took a small sniff before he raised an eyebrow, "You smell clean, freshly clean."

"Alright," Frank went pink across his cheeks as he glanced down at his Master's boots, "I-I didn't come straight here like you asked me to, sir. I smelled so fucking gross and I didn't want to make a bad first impression with your friend, sir. I-I didn't shower but I did clean myself a bit. I'm sorry, sir."

"Usually, I'd be upset about your disregard for my orders but that's very considerate of you, boy," Gerard smiled for a mere second, "Now, I just want to inform you of a few things beforehand for your peace of mind."

"Yes, sir?"

"First off, Ty is very different than I am in this lifestyle as Dominants often are, adopting their own styles as they grow. He won't treat you as I do, he's not as gentle as I can be and, once he's hit his Domspace, he's... Well, he knows what he likes and he sticks to it. He may do things that I haven't gotten to doing with you yet. I felt it only fair to warn you."

Frank nodded, "I understand that, sir."

"Good boy. He's not as lenient as I am with discrepancies, either. You've been very lucky in that regard. He wouldn't take half of what you put me through and, to be fair, my boy, you'd have no skin left on you, my boy."

"Wow..." Frank muttered softly, his hands tingling at the prospect.

"Now, I'm doing this so that you can learn. You can see what it's like and, afterward, if there are any modifications to our relationship, now that you'll see what another Dom is like, we can make them."

"In what way?"

"Perhaps he treats you a certain way that I don't do, and you'd like me to incorporate it more. Perhaps he uses a prop that you like and think I should do the same." Gerard shrugged, "Anything that you take from this, Frank."

"I see, sir." Frank let out a shaky breath, each sentence Gerard spoke only made Frank's stomach knot up more and more like a coiling snake.

"Now, how this would work is that you would do a warm-up with one of us while the other supervises, to get you into your headspace, and get your body primed because it can be a lot for a submissive's first time. After a warm-up, the other Dom will join in the scene and it goes from there. Now, Frank, my boy..." Gerard reached up to tuck his finger under Frank's chin to lift his face up, their gaze locking as Gerard ran a finger over his submissive's bottom lip, "I want you to remember that he and I are two different kinds of Dominant. I mean, there are about twenty-two different kinds that include daddies, protectors, and leathermen, as it were. Ty can fall under a few of them but his particular area of expertise lay in 'rigging'."

Frank frowned, looking at Gerard with vague confusion, "Pardon, sir?"

"A 'Rigger' is a Rope Master, boy." Gerard clarified, "We can go through the different types another time and I can explain them for you but, essentially, yes."

"And, if I may, sir," Frank shifted, "What are you?"

"Well, my boy. I could fit into a rather extensive selection myself but I identify most with a 'Gentleman' and a 'Mentor'. I have no specific expertise in my hands because I do almost all things but with good manners. I am also a 'Master', not only because I have a slave with me in contract, but because I have almost mastered my lifestyle. A lot of us have stopped using those terms, however. Especially Ty. He never refers to a Dominant as a 'Master' or a submissive as a 'slave'. It all depends on the person. Yes, a Dominant is always learning new things but I have been around for quite some time."

"Wow..." Frank whispered softly, his eyes widening, "How many submissives are there, sir?"

"We can continue this later, Frank. But to ease your curiosity there are around nine."

"Right."

"Now, I want you to decide who your warm-up will include; either myself or Ty. I know it seems a straightforward answer and you'd pick me because you know me more than he, and you're more comfortable. But, it will give you more time, if you pick him, to get used to his style and get accustomed."

"Uh..." Frank frowned and looked down, his brain jumping from between the two, weighing up either option, "I-I... I don't know, sir."

"If I were in your position, boy. You know who I would pick." Gerard tilted his head to the side as Frank eyed him nervously, biting on his lip as he nodded.

"Ty?" Frank asked curiously and Gerard's smile widened as he patted Frank's knee, "You think so?"

"It'll be better for you." Gerard got up from his position on the carpet, standing up in one fluid motion, "And I'll be there, too."

"Okay, sir," Frank muttered as he looked at Gerard, who walked to the collar cabinet and opened it, scanning through them before he took out one to replace Frank's daily around-the-house collar. Frank recognized it as his play collar immediately, and he swallowed hard as Gerard came forward and unfastened the thin black collar from around Frank's neck before replacing it with the much thicker, sturdier black leather collar with the O-ring sitting snugly against his Adam's apple.

"Much better. So pretty, my little runt." Gerard muttered, putting Frank's collar on the table nearby before he walked to the door. He opened the door and let out a simple and low whistle, a signal of some sort that he and Ty had between them. Frank cast his head down, hands still holding his elbows behind him with his" back straight, trying to be on his best behavior as he heard the sound of boots on the wooden floor and the door closing.

"Up," Tyler ordered, his voice soft but it still held a quietly authoritative hold, like a vice that instantly wrapped itself around Frank's throat. He slid his legs out from under him and took a step forward across the carpet as he stood up. He stared down at the ground with his hands behind his back, as Tyler walked forward. Frank could see black combat boots in his periphery and that Ty was definitely not wearing cargo pants anymore.

Frank watched Gerard's feet as he moved, sitting in the nearby wooden armchair with a leg draped over the other in his usual fashion. Tyler stepped right up to Frank before walking around him, and Frank sucked in a breath, looking at Ty's boots that were laced up tight to his ankles where his tight black leather pants continued to his protruding hips and a gorgeous leather belt sat above the pants at an angle, not even attached to the slick garment. Frank withheld the urge to whimper at the sight, keeping his head down as Tyler openly looked him over, hands reaching out to touch him and graze over his skin, calloused fingertips running over every valley and plane of inked submissive skin and muscle.

He eventually got to Frank's head, hands in his black hair and he lifted Frank's head up to look him over, fingers running and tugging over his face and his lips in a way that seemed so degrading and had Frank's knees shaking. Frank saw the thick black leather and steel-ring harness over Tyler's chest and he swallowed, noting the one or two chest tattoos he had to him as well. Ty's skin was tanned and olive-toned, his chest and stomach completely hairless and so beautiful. His torso was muscled and his waist dipped in so vastly that it made his skinny hips even more pronounced. Frank immediately wanted to run his tongue over every single fleshed-out muscle that stemmed from sternum to navel, the idea had his mouth fill with saliva. The chest tattoos were so minimalist that Frank couldn't figure them out- nor was it the time to try as Ty's hands slid down over Frank's neck and to his chest, slapping him hard with both palms flat to his skin. He hissed out at the sudden pain, standing his ground when Tyler's hands ran down his sides to his hips. He tugged on Frank's underwear, carefully removing the garment to let it fall around his ankles. Frank dug his fingernails into his hand as he sucked in a breath, standing there completely naked for both Dominants to see; a faint pink blush coated over his cheeks and nose.

"Tell me, boy," Tyler asked as Frank looked down again, grimacing at the thick collar that pinched his skin, "Your safeword?"

"Pineapples, sir."

"Signal?" Tyler queried. Frank immediately held up his three fingers, looking at Gerard as Tyler did, the Dominant nodding in approval as he tilted his head, biting on his index finger idly. Tyler looked at Frank again as the submissive's hands returned to their position behind his back, his head dropping down as Tyler walked around to all of the props hanging on the wall. He returned a moment later and held up lengths of ruby red rope that Frank stared at with widened eyes, noticing the thick leather cuffs around Ty's skinny wrists, "Your Sir ever use this on you yet, boy?"

"N-No, sir."

"Well," Tyler unraveled the rope and let it's polished cord fall to the floor in a fluid swipe, "Many new things for you, avorton." Tyler dropped three lengths of rope on the bed behind Frank. He felt body heat right up against his, and warm tea-minted breath on his neck and his ear.

"Did you even thank your Dominant for letting you do this?" Tyler grabbed Frank's jaw in his surprisingly tight, forcing him to look up at Gerard, who was sitting stoically in the hard wooden chair with merely an eyebrow raised, "Did you properly thank him for this reward, boy?"

"No, I don't believe he did," Gerard answered for Frank, who grimaced as Tyler's grip tightened. A hand on his shoulder and a kick to the back of the knees sent him tumbling onto all fours with a low grunt. Tyler walked around Frank when he put his boot on the side of Frank's face, the latter whimpering quietly.

"Go and say 'thank you', you ungrateful brat." Tyler ordered as Frank sucked in a breath and began to crawl over to his Dominant, ignoring his heart racing in his ears, and Tyler behind him. Frank stopped in front of Gerard, who looked down at him, his head resting in his hand as his lengthy fingers draped over his face, chin resting on his pinky finger.

"Say 'thank you'," Tyler ordered again. Frank whimpered, edging forward when Gerard's leg moved from where it was draped over the other, the sole of his boot on Frank's forehead, stopping him in his tracks. He pushed the submissive over, with force, onto his back, the flexible submissive's legs still on either side of his body, his feet still curved against his ass. Frank let out a grunt as he sat up on his elbows, looking at his Master, who was now sitting with his legs spread slightly.

"That was for being ungrateful, boy." Gerard's eyes narrowed as he looked down at his submissive and extended his foot outward, "Now come here and show me what a good boy you are."

Frank got up carefully, grimacing at the ache in his left elbow and his forehead from the swift kicking he had received, and he crawled back to Gerard, looking up at him with a whimper. He lowered himself down and ran his tongue over Gerard's black leather boot. Frank let out the quietest whine as he ran his lips sloppily over his Dominant's shoe, his hands on either side of it, afraid to touch with trembling fingertips. He ran his face over the other, nuzzling and kissing it longingly as he ran his tongue up the side of it when Gerard lifted his foot up, the tip of his shoe under Frank's chin, "That's enough."

"Thank you, sir." Frank whimpered breathlessly when he felt himself being yanked back by the front of his hair by Tyler.

Ty examined the submissive again and looked him over, wrapping a hand around Frank's dick curiously to stroke him. Tyler glanced down at the dick in his hand and up to Frank before he crouched down, sitting in his balanced haunches to scrutinize. Frank felt his cheeks flush with heat at the close inspection of his cock, and Tyler so intriguingly ran the pad of his thumb over the bar that was pierced through the soft skin. He glanced up at Frank with a hint of humor in his eyes, clearly approving of the addition he had just discovered. He maintained their intense eye contact as he leaned in, wrapping his rosy pout around Frank's dick, sucking him down in one skilled swallow. Frank keened in surprise at the warmth around his erection, feeling Ty's fingernails digging into his thigh as he pulled off almost entirely. He licked at the slit of Frank's dick and underneath, the dexterous tip of his tongue flitting and making Frank's knees shake. Tyler pulled off and ran the most ghosting touch over Frank's length, collecting spittled-precome with his index finger before he stood up to smear it over Frank's bottom lip in a surprisingly gentle, but humiliating, act.

The forceful Dominant then began tying Frank's forearms together with such swift and skilled threading, crossing his arms behind his back before he thread the red rope through itself and around in tight, but intricate, hitches. Ty easily managed to thread the crimson cord to Frank's elbows and let the rest of the rope fall to the floor until he was going to utilize it again. He then took a new tether of rope and began to tie it around Frank's thigh, looping it twice around his leg before knotting it off and threading it up into a knotted twist. He wrapped the end around Frank's hips in an overlapped series of knots before his skilled hands instantly tugged the rope around into itself again. Ty straightened himself up, grabbing another unfastened tether to repeat the process around Frank's other thigh, looping it around his hips yet again before bringing it back around. He took the lengthy end piece of rope attached to Frank's hands and pulled it down, threading it through the two twists around Frank's pelvis before it came back up into a tight knot between his wrists. His arms and legs now secured to one another in a very tight and constricting body harness.

Tyler disappeared from around Frank and the submissive looked up to see the hulkingly tall man reach up and grab the suspension bar that was hanging from the ceiling. He pulled it down somewhat, clicking it into place just above his own head. Tyler grabbed the last tether of rope, a thicker piece that he slid through the thick hook of the bar as a suspension point. He took one of the carabiners from his pocket to fasten the rope to the thick bar, forming a tight noose right at the top with a complicated-looking knot. He turned and looked at Frank, gesturing for the submissive to come forward with a crooking of a thick finger. Frank obeyed silently, walking over to the Dominant, who pulled the rope down through the loop around his thigh, then underneath both his arms before it went down under the rope around his other thigh. Frank instantly felt the ropes all lift over his skin, hiking up into the crook and crevices between his legs. He was suddenly very aware of the bottom of his pelvis as the thick ropes dug into his crotch, squeezing his balls and pressing so firmly on his taint.

Tyler took the end of the rope and pulled it up as it slid through Frank's rope braces, and he tied the end up through another hook. Frank was standing there awkwardly on his toes thanks to the ropes hoisting him up but not high enough to completely suspend him. That was until Tyler returned with two more ropes, unfurling them before he bent down, starting on an intricate knotting around Frank's ankle that was then secured to a steel hooked divot in the wooden floor further back.

Frank was now at a forward inclined angle as Tyler repeated this action with his other leg, tying his ankle before keeping it secure with another steel hook to which it was knotted. Frank was now barely standing on his own accord, balancing on two toes per foot was all he had left. Ty hoisted him back with one powerful pull, tightening the knots closer to the divots in the floor, spreading his legs out, pulling at his joints and his skin so that he couldn't move away. Frank let out a shaky breath as he hung helpless at the forward incline, letting his weight go into the ropes rather than fighting it to stay upright. His black fringe was now hanging in his face as Tyler walked around him to the glass-shelved cabinets. Frank saw Tyler run his hand over a blindfold and he went cold, his stomach jumping up into his throat and he pulled at the restraints, whining desperately.

"Frank?" Gerard raised an eyebrow and Frank looked at his Dominant urgently, opening his mouth to speak but he knew he didn't have permission.

"Wh- I- Yellow. Yellow. Red. Both. Just..." Frank whispered as Tyler looked at another blindfolded hood.

Gerard frowned at his submissive's odd behavior and got up, walking over to him with his hands casually behind his back. He bent down to where Frank's head was, "What is it?"

Frank looked at Gerard with wide eyes, whispering to his Master like a shy child in front of their guest. Gerard looked at Frank, who gave him a pleading gaze in return. Gerard straightened up and looked over to Tyler, who was still examining blindfolds. He cleared his throat, "Ty?"

Tyler turned and looked at them curiously, "Hmm?"

"Frank has previously informed me of his ill-regard for blindfolding thanks to his previous relationship, and has decided to hard limit them for the time being as it states in his contract." Gerard looked down at Frank, "Is that correct, prince?"

"Yes, sir." Frank breathed out a sigh of relief as Tyler shrugged nonchalantly at the admittance and crouched down to examine the lower shelf.

"Good boy." Gerard whispered in Frank's ear, running a hand through his hair as Tyler looked at the gags and gave them a private moment. Gerard stroked Frank's cheek with the back of his index finger, "You look breathtaking."

Frank shuddered at the low and dominant tone to his Master's voice that was calming his anxiety. Frank realized that he had most likely striped blindfolds as 'yellow' or even in 'green' in his contract but he hadn't realized just how badly they'd affect him until the prospect of it happening was looming overhead. It was such a minuscule thing but it was Ryan's thing, the one and only vice that he had ever allowed in the bedroom between the two of them. Right in the early stages when they still had a sex life to mention, Ryan had been the one to be blindfolded by Frank on more than one occasion- and even Frank got into it once or twice. He hadn't even registered it until he saw the few blindfolds that Gerard had from silk to latex.

Gerard returned to his seat as Tyler straightened up, clutching something in his hand that Frank couldn't see. Ty turned to his friend, "Je ne sais pas pourquoi tu ne le fais pas plus souvent. Sa peau est si parfaite pour ça."

["I don't know why you don't rope him more often. His skin is so perfect for it. I cannot wait to see the color of his bruises. I bet they're like art."]

"Oh, j'y arrivais. Je savais qu'il aimerait ça et j'ai décidé de le laisser pour une occasion spéciale." Gerard replied nonchalantly and Tyler raised an eyebrow as he returned to Frank and took him by the hair, lifting his head up.

["Oh, I was getting to it. I knew he'd like it and I decided to leave it for a special occasion. And as far as his bruises are concerned, they're breathtaking all on their own."]

Frank let out a whimper at the pain in his scalp when Ty lifted up a spider gag, the wide o-ring in the middle with two extending braces on either side attached to the leather that Tyler was now fastening around his head. Frank let out a groan, trying to keep as quiet as possible, unsure whether or not he had permission to make sounds. His Dominant usually loved the noises he made unless told otherwise, but now... He wasn't sure.

Frank's eyes widened as he felt Tyler's hands on him, running warm over his hip slowly until one of them reached his dick. Ty leaned over, breathing teasingly in the submissive's ear, nipping at it as he stroked deliberately, his hand sliding over Frank's fully wanting-and-needing erection. He swallowed heavily, whimpering as he hung his head on his shoulder, pulling involuntarily at the restraints around his arms. He let out a soft groan as Tyler's grip tightened, feeling a heavy constriction around the base of his dick and he felt Tyler's fingers adjusting and a soft click. Frank gulped and looked down, and it was then that he realized that it wasn't just his hand. Frank glanced down at his dick when he noted a thick leather band around the base of his dick- balls included- in the tight ring. He shuddered, knowing all too well what it was thanks to his Master. Frank tried to ignore it, tried his best not to focus on the tight strap that was encased around his genitals, and rather on the fact that Tyler was standing in front of him, leaning in with his hand in Frank's hair, tugging his head up. Frank whined when a large tendril of saliva pooled to the floor, adding to the already-small puddle that had started growing in size ever since the gag had been shoved behind his teeth.

"Good little spit monster." Tyler whispered and Frank's eyes widened, "Oh, yes, I know all about your little names, runt. How they make you shake and how you submit so easily."

Frank's cheeks flushed a shade of darker pink, grunting softly as saliva continued to dribble from his gaping mouth in thick spools. He let out a moan as Ty ran his tongue over the side of Frank's face in a sentiment far too obscene to be healthy, making Frank's insides twist. He slowly made his way around the submissive, stopping at his side to run a hand down Frank's hip. Tyler's index finger went over the cock ring when he twisted a part of it, and a sudden flurry of vibration hit Frank cold and directly in the taint, making him scream out in surprise and jerk forward, spitting unceremoniously all over the floor. Frank saw Tyler head over to the cabinet yet again and he let out a whimper, watching Tyler pick up a sleek black cane and slap it down in his palm. He set it down beside Frank and picked up something else as well before he turned and looked at Gerard.

"Aime-t-il la préparation ou puis-je faire ce que je veux?" He asked, and Frank swallowed hard at the way the language purred from Tyler's mouth.

["Does he like prep or can I do what I want?"]

"Il n'a pas toujours besoin de préparation. il aime la douleur parfois. Mais pour ce que tu veux faire, je ne pense pas qu'il en ait besoin." Gerard muttered. Frank could only cry out softly at the intensity of the soft vibration against him as Tyler walked back. Frank could barely concentrate on what Tyler had in store for him now, he was so focused on what his body was going through. Frank gasped, whimpering low in his throat when he felt Tyler's hand on his ass. He closed his eyes, the touch dissipating for a moment before it came back harder than before, the sharp sound of skin on skin, Ty's hardened palm giving him a solid and heated slap. He gasped at the touch, the new feeling sending shots of electricity through his veins. He looked up at his Master for a moment, whining as his gaze began to fog around the edges.

["He doesn't always need prep. He likes the pain sometimes. But for what you want to do, I don't think he needs it.]

It was the cool press of two fingers against his hole, and the wrap of an arm around his middle that had Frank preening, pushing back with desperation. He felt the slick digits sliding in and out of him and he hung his head, eyebrows knitted tightly when every ounce of his bodily focus went on to what was happening inside of him. The finger-fucking sped up to the point where Frank felt like sobbing, his eyes screwed up so tight that his vision was filled with white and blue spots. He could feel Tyler's fingers stretching him, the agonizing ache was exquisite, and hit every single screaming and protesting point in his body.

"Un bon petit avorton pour moi. Bave sur le sol comme une chienne baveuse, hein?" Tyler crooned in Frank's ear and he keened softly, not even remotely sure of what was being said to him but could tell it was mocking. Ty pulled out slowly, leaving Frank empty and restless in his binds, a light sheen of sweat to his skin already as his body hummed at it's growing climax that was so out of reach. Frank felt a cold chill as Tyler's arm moved from his waist but then he felt the familiar burn of artificial silicone against his hole, the pressure of being stretched had him wanting to grit his teeth but he wasn't able. He dug his nails into his palms, panting heavily as Ty pushed whatever it was inside of Frank.

["A good little runt for me. Drooling on the floor like a slobbering bitch, huh?"]

It was a lot bigger and longer than he had anticipated, girthier than what he would usually have but he couldn't complain in the slightest as it ground up against his prostate. And then it stopped where it was, the dildo Frank had come to realize was inside of him, had based out and he was hanging- on his tiptoes- with every inch of the toy buried deep inside of him.

"Tu avais raison. Il sait comment le prendre." Tyler ran his hand over Frank's ass cheek slowly.

["You were right. He does know how to take it."]

"C'est ce qu'il fait, en effet. Je possède un garçon très impressionnant." Gerard replied, eyeing Frank darkly, sitting low in his seat.

["That he does. I own a very impressive boy."]

"Vous êtes un homme très chanceux," Tyler muttered under his breath as the other hand joined, kneading at Frank's heated flesh. The whining submissive looked up at his Dominant through his stringy fringe, whining as he caught sight of Gerard casually running a hand over the dark straining material of his erection hidden in his jeans.

["You're a very lucky man, my friend."]

He tore his gaze away from his Master, whimpering and wanting so badly to be the one to make his Apollo feel so good. He groaned as he tried to ignore it, tried to ebb the ache in every subservient part of him that longed to please. Ty walked over to grab the thin, sleek black cane with the edged handle before he held it up to Frank's face, "Kiss it, boy. Give it the same devotion you gave your Dominant's shoes."

Frank looked at the wooden rod held out in front of him as it was thrust in his face and he ran his tongue over the length of it before coming back down with it sliding slick against his cheek. Tyler took the cane away before he disappeared behind Frank, the realization kicking in with what was about to happen. His eyes widened, his breathing stopped as oxygen hitched in his throat. The cane whipped through the air sharply and came down on Frank's bare ass, the force had him jerking in his restraints as a viciously sharp sting hit him dead-on. He cried out at the new feeling, whining at the heat it left behind after the initial ache dissipated somewhat. Another strike against his flesh happened in an instant and he cried out again, white-hot fervor in his skin sending shocks to his system that left him weak and breathless.

Another two hit in quick succession, the sharp force, and sheer velocity had him reeling, had tears pricking in his eyes and it all added to every sensation he was being put through. His body was trembling and spasming, his back aching, and his head hanging on his shoulders as Tyler kept on with his torment. Frank couldn't even concentrate on it when the underlying agony of the cock ring viced around him vibrated right into his organs in the best way possible. The undulating pressure in his system ticked away like a bomb, like a revving car that wouldn't tick over. He was drooling heavily in a shiny puddle on the wooden floor and it was already cold and sticky on his chin and neck. He was leaking a steady precome that had nowhere to go and he couldn't stand it.

Frank jerked up, moaning loudly, screaming in a sharp protest as a particular strike had him pull away. It had the toy inside him press on his prostate like torture, like it was playing 'ding-dong-ditch' with his orgasm- ringing the bell and running away before you could catch it.

"Voulez-vous essayer?" Tyler asked after what Frank could barely count as fourteen strikes to his already ablaze skin, interrupting Gerard's slow and deliberate palming. His Master sat up and got out of the chair, and Frank looked up at him weakly, whimpering as his body continued to shake. He took in the sight of his Dominant in front of him, tight black jeans unfastened, button-up shirt undone, and his pale hair tousled. There was a darkened dominance in his eyes that would have Frank falling to his knees if he could.

["Would you like to have a go?"]

"Oui, je pense que je le ferai." Gerard purred as he walked to where Ty was standing behind him. Gerard let out a hum, fingertips trailing over the reddening-purple welts left on Frank's skin, "Tellement exquis."

["Yes, perhaps I will."][So exquisite.]

Frank let out a whine, a desperate and hounded sound as he felt his Master's hand caressing his flesh. He had no idea what was being said between them but he could tell that it was now Gerard's turn and that Tyler had most likely asked him. Frank was somewhat curious, underneath all of the layers of desperate whore, what Gerard's strike would feel like in comparison. He didn't know whether it would be more or less painful than Ty's but he was preening and gagging on his own drool in anticipation.

The cane came down on the very top of the back of Frank's thighs and he jerked forward, grunting at the sharp pain that he could definitely tell was different to the first. Tyler's hits were heavy and like blows of force to his system whereas Gerard's were like sharp and forceful whips that sprung back. He knew they both hurt just as good but he was definitely in no position to be picky. The onslaught to his ass continued, hit after hit that had his entire body shaking and lurching forward in his precarious restraints. He could feel the saliva running down his chin and his neck in slow-chasing rivulets, his bottom lip swollen already.

He felt Gerard's hands on his ass, the cool touch of his hands was soothing despite how and threatening the gesture was for him. He closed his eyes, basking in the glow and the afflicting torment. He could feel the ropes digging into his flesh, tugging on his leg hair and on the soft flesh of his lower belly. He slurped unceremoniously and opened his eyes, yelping in fright when all he could see was Tyler's boots beneath him. He glanced up for a mere second and saw the Dominant staring down at him with dark eyes and a pursed-grimace to his pouted lips. Ty ran his hand through Frank's hair before he looked up, presumably at Gerard, and gave him a signal that Frank didn't understand. Frank suddenly felt Gerard twist the toy inside of him and pull it out slowly, leaving Frank wholly empty. Tyler pulled Frank's head back up and he leaned down, lips yet again at Frank's ear, "You're going to take it, aren't you, little boy?"

Frank let out a whimper, nodding in Tyler's grasp as he scrunched his eyes closed, moaning at the feel of the cock ring still reverberating against his most sensitive parts. He was still clicking over inside, his body tight and tense as it tried it's best to hold on. And then, as though his silent prayers had been answered, Gerard's hand slid from Frank's hip to the ring, turning it off before he slipped a finger into it and unfastened the pop button. Frank gasped at the surge of pleasure and relief to his body, hearing it clink as it hit the floor.

Gerard's hands returned to Frank's hips, pulling him back when Frank felt it, groaning at the feel of Gerard's dick sliding against him, warm and hard, and exactly what he needed. One of Gerard's hands disappeared from Frank's hip before he felt Gerard pressed against him, sliding in with agonizing slowness. It ached, that was for sure, it pulled at Frank's insides as he felt himself being stretched out again. He could tell the difference between the artifice toy and the warm flesh of his Dominant pushing into him.

The toy did feel bigger in comparison, of course, it would, but it could never compare. It would never have the same heat, the same weight, or the same carnal feel of skin sliding against skin, the raw touch of the two of them connected. He gasped, trying to push back as Gerard pushed into him, hips rutting forward and bottoming out halfway through. Frank cried out, fists clenched behind him, his shoulders aching, but he panted desperately. He tried to move back against his Dominant despite being well aware that he was trapped in place.

Gerard remained where he was, hips flush with Frank's ass as Frank took a breather, trying to rein in his heart that was beating against his larynx, and his saliva that hadn't stopped it's travels down into the dip of the base of his neck and the valley of his sternum. Frank looked up, watching with wide eyes as Ty slowly undid the row of buttons to his tight leather pants, leather pants that were definitely no good at hiding the hardened erection beneath it that was so close to Frank's face. Now Frank realized why Tyler had worn such a baggy pair of pants initially.

If he hadn't already been salivating, that would have most likely been the moment where he would have started. Tyler wrapped a hand around himself, stroking his already hard length. Frank's eyes widened in surprise at the size, staring in a daze at the thick girth that slid dry in Tyler's palm. He was so much bigger than Frank had anticipated, so much bigger than Gerard, and it scared Frank to his core. He knew he had never ever tried to take something of that thickness into his body and he was somewhat glad that his Master didn't possess a dick of that sheer magnitude.

Frank watched Tyler push his pants down to his thighs, just enough so that he could gain the ease of access needed to fuck Frank's mouth- something he wasted no time in starting. Ty snorted as he unclipped the gag from Frank's head and removed it, eyeing the o-ring and his own dick, clearly eyeing whether or not it would have fit if it was still in Frank's mouth. He shrugged as he threw it lightly onto the bed behind Gerard and took a step forward, sliding the slick tip of his dick over Frank's protruding bottom lip. He angled Frank's head and slid into his mouth, the submissive let out a shaky breath through his nose at the weight on his tongue and the taste in his mouth that had his body tighten a knot or two. Tyler's hips stirred, dick sliding out a fraction before going back in, stretching the corners of Frank's lips even more than the gag did initially. Ty let out the most illicit moan under his breath, eyes closed and dark brows knitted as he held Frank's face with both hands.

Frank felt Gerard moving behind him, picking up his own pace once Tyler got into a rhythm, a deliberate and punctuated thrust behind Frank, each motion sliding into him filled with pure force as Tyler did the same, feeling and filling every warm crevice. Frank groaned softly, whining as he felt himself being pushed and pulled between them, the heavy abuse to his body had his insides winding up around his climax like a python with its prey.

He glanced up at the Dominant around which he had his mouth wrapped, moaning low as Ty forced his head back down roughly, slapping his cheek hard; the sudden open-palm was a heavy and hot stinging shock to his face. Frank could feel that Gerard's pace had picked up, fingers digging into the peaks of his hip bones as he slammed into him with a primal energy that twisted through Frank's insides and had him wanting to sob. And he did, he couldn't help the tears running down his cheeks, mixing with his slobber at his chin as Tyler kept up his thrusting, hitting the back of Frank's throat in a quicker succession than he had ever had before- realizing that compared to this, his own Master took his leisure when it came to face-fucking.

Frank could hear their moans together, the heated symphony of unbridled pleasure that was making his stomach jolt, his brain only conjuring up what his Dominant looked like as he slammed into his restrained boy. Frank couldn't help gagging either, couldn't help the natural reaction his body had to the thick intrusion in his throat, the slick taste of precome on his tastebuds adding another level to the already weighted orgasm that was so near. Frank didn't even know if he could come, if he was allowed to, because neither Dominant had said anything about it. He did take the release of his dick and balls from the leather vice to be an indication, but his inner submissive just couldn't bear the thought of letting go without clear instruction.

And it happened as if on cue, like a defiant urge that raged on without his control, his body tensing to the point of agony before it let go. He let out a loud, keening moan around Ty as his body shattered into a million pieces. The feeling sent him reeling inside as waves of sheer agonizing pleasure coursed through every single nerve. His vision whiting out, body spasming as he came untouched in a glorious burst.

Gerard rode Frank out through his release, thrusting into him as he pulled him back hard, jerking the submissive back. Frank's body kicked into overdrive, his legs shaking, thighs thrumming as his fingers and toes fizzled with the last remains of his orgasm. But neither of them stopped, neither gave him a second to catch his breath after the intense wave crashed over him and, in all honesty, he was thriving for it. He cried out incessantly as Gerard continued to hit his prostate, striking it with the profound skill that Frank knew he had in him.

His body went lax as he screwed his eyes shut, trying not to jerk away from his Master who was sending sharp and over-stimulated shots of pleasure through Frank's already sensitive body. The hand that came down on the side of his ass caught him by surprise and he jumped forward, moaning and almost choking as Ty slammed into his mouth at the same time.

Frank felt his Dominant strike him again in the same spot, low grunts leaving his lips when he came hard, filling his submissive Frank's brows knitted together as he felt his Master thrusting into him. The overused boy let out a whimper, feeling Gerard come inside him with warm fervor. Tyler pulled out of Frank's mouth, running his spit-slicked dick over Frank's cheek as he fucked into his own fist. Frank let out a moan, head craned up as he watched the Dominant get himself off, head drawn forward, eyes boring down at him as the other hand knotted in his black hair. Gerard appeared at Tyler's side, his gaze dark and domineering over his submissive. Gerard's hand replaced Tyler's in Frank's hair, holding him up as Ty jerked himself off roughly.

And he came a moment later, moaning heavily as he streaked Frank's sweaty, flushed, and saliva-tear stained face with his own release. Frank grunted as Gerard pulled his head up higher, neck straining as his face ran with warm fluid, clinging to his flesh as some of it hit his lips. He watched Tyler through one eye, panting as the Dominant slowed, watching as his chest rose and fell jagged and altogether perfectly.

Gerard carefully caressed Frank's face with the back of his hand. The dazed submissive realized at that moment just how much his jaw ached, "What do you say, boy?"

Frank glanced up into the dominant eyes of his Master and at Tyler, who had already fastened his pants and had taken a step back to admire. Ty had his arms folded, his gaze lidded and cold, his lips pursed as he waited diligently for the words that croaked from Frank's abused throat, "Thank you, sir."