Frank was practically preening at the attention he was receiving from his Master. He was laying on the sofa, curled up in a comfortable ball under a blanket with his head in Gerard's lap. His Master's fingers were carding through his hair, fingernails gently scraping his scalp in slow patterns as they watched the last few minutes of 'Roman Holiday'.

"Did you know that this was her first film?" Gerard commented idly.

Frank merely sniffed, trying to push back tears as he watched the emotional scene on the TV that always made him cry. He could never get through the goodbye scene without tearing up. He exhaled shakily when the screen panned to Audrey Hepburn, her beautiful face, and her eyes filled with tears. Gerard chuckled softly, "I read somewhere that she was unable to physically cry for this scene and the director, William Wyler, I believe, actually yelled at her to make her emotional enough to cry."

Frank laughed weakly and turned to look up at Gerard, "You aren't at all sad about them saying 'goodbye'?"

Gerard smiled slightly, "It is a touching moment, yes. But I'm not an overly emotional person, my boy. Not in that way."

"Absolute monster." Frank muttered under his breath and looked back at the screen as the credits rolled. He sat up and crawled over to sit on his knees next to his Dominant, who eyed him curiously from behind the blue-tinted lenses of his prescription glasses, "Sir?"

"Boy?"

"Permission to sit?" Frank asked hopefully, wiggling his hips in excited anticipation for the answer. Gerard sat slightly further back on the sofa before patting his lap. Frank grinned as he scrambled up and sat himself on Gerard's thighs before he leaned in to bury his face in his Dominant's neck to escape from the world, "Thank you, sir."

Gerard ran his hands over Frank's thighs slowly, over the bare olive skin and sparse, baby-soft hair. Frank edged closer and wrapped his arms around his Master's shoulders to hold him close and take in his mint musk scent and the sound of his calm breathing. His fingertips danced over the soft cotton of Gerard's shirt while his Dominant flipped through a few other movies he had in his collection.

"What else would you like to watch, my prince?"

Frank shrugged idly and took Gerard's glasses gently from his face to put them on carefully. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change of vision and then he smiled at his Dominant, "Don't wanna watch anything else, sir. I'm enjoying time with you. It doesn't matter what we do. And how do I look?"

Gerard hummed softly and leaned to the side to kiss the soft skin under Frank's jaw. The sudden affection had Frank's stomach explode with butterflies and a tingle run over his skin from the touch of Gerard's lips outward like a spreading warmth- his previous question answered wordlessly. He sat back to look down at his lover and couldn't help the smile that wanted to stretch across his lips. His orange hair was as vibrant as before and tousled from Frank constantly touching it every free chance he had. Gerard's eyes were somehow both bright and twinkling with affection, and darkened with hidden intention and demure mystery. His skin so wonderfully pale like the richest cream and, even though it wasn't perfect, Frank couldn't find a single fault. There were always dark circles around his eyes despite getting enough rest. The faintest of age lines demarcating that, despite his usual thunderous gaze and stoic expression, he did smile and laugh- no matter how rare the event.

Frank ran his fingers over Gerard's cheeks and jaw, marveling at how smooth his skin was and how very little facial hair there always seemed to be. Gerard lay his head back to face the ceiling, resting on one of the cushions, despite his eyes remaining glued to his inquisitive submissive.

"Frank?"

"Oui?" Frank whispered without ceasing his poking and prodding, his eyes now roving over his Master's blush pink lips and his perfectly pearl teeth.

Gerard's lips turned up at the small utterance of his preferred language, "Would you rather prefer to do something else with your time or are you perfectly content with investigating my face?"

Frank felt his cheeks warm up and shade pink when he realized what he was still doing. He smiled sheepishly, "My bad, sir. I didn't realize."

"That's quite alright. I'd rather you enjoy my face than hate looking at it."

Frank looked at him, appalled, "I would never hate looking at your face, sir."

A small smile appeared on Gerard's lips as he took Frank's hands in his and kissed the top of each one. He looked up at his enthralled submissive, "You have yet to answer my question, sweet boy."

"Can you please repeat it, sir?"

"Are you content with sitting like this doing nothing or would you prefer indulging in something else more pertinent with your time?" Gerard queried again as he examined Frank's fingers.

Frank looked down at his Master with intrigue as Gerard ran his thumb over one of Frank's tattooed letters. He bit his lip and toyed with his lip ring, "What do you have in mind, sir?"

"Maybe I was considering doing something new with you." Gerard muttered idly and gave Frank a small shrug, "Something we have yet to try."

Frank's stomach churned and fluttered at the thought of something brand new. He knew he was on the last tail-end of his subdrop after being orgasm-tortured a few days prior, but he also knew that he was up for anything now that his body aches had subsided. He played with the collar of his Master's t-shirt, dancing his fingertips over the ribbed material. He played with his lip ring, "What you got in mind, sir?"

Gerard's lips pursed a tiny smidgen as he scooted forward and put one arm under Frank's butt to support his weight. He stood up with a small grunt and Frank couldn't help the small yelp that left him. He clung on, wrapping his arms and legs around his Dominant as he was held up with ease. He looked around curiously as Gerard walked around the coffee table and turned, ascending the carpeted stairs.

Frank looked at him curiously and put Gerard's glasses back on his face and used his knuckle to push them up Gerard's perfectly slanted nose gently. He was carried into their playroom after the door was unlocked and opened by the submissive; his Master's hands previously occupied. The door was locked closed behind them and the beautiful crimson lights illuminated the room in all its salacious glory.

Frank was deposited gently onto his feet on the carpet before he was given a gentle kiss to his lips that ended far too soon. He looked at his Master and, after being given instruction to undress, he stripped himself down and set his clothes down neatly on the floor nearby. He looked up at the ceiling as his soft day collar was removed, and set down on the table nearby, and his thick play collar was fastened around his neck.

He went down onto his knees and looked down at the floor as he waited for his Master, whom he could hear as he walked around their playroom idly.

"One of the best things about having a new submissive is that there are so many things that have yet to be tried. So many toys and tools and sensations with which to torment and tease you, my boy. All of them make my heart race with anticipation." He spoke so softly from nearby as he examined one of the shelves, "You have permission to speak."

"Thank you, sir. And thank you for the opportunities to please you, sir." Frank replied in a softer cadence than usual, knowing that he could be heard in the quiet and soundproofed room.

"Such a good boy." Gerard praised as he walked further away and exhaled a content sigh, "You've come so far from when you began. And yet, you have so much untapped potential still left in you."

"Thank you, sir. All for you, sir."

Gerard walked to his submissive and lifted his face up until they locked eyes, "Does the term 'rewarded punishment' make any sense to you, boy?"

Frank's brows furrowed an inch as he thought about the two words and then looked at the o-ring gag in his Dominant's hand that made his stomach clench, "I, uh, I haven't heard it before but... Is it, like, a reward that isn't nice and sweet, maybe? Like it's rough enough that it feels like a punishment but maybe I haven't done anything bad so it's not a punishment? Am I close, sir?"

"Right on the nose." Gerard nodded, "Exactly that. Rougher than usual play, to wit it could be a punishment if you had any indiscretions but alas, my little runt has been perfect as of late. And so on haven't been able to punish him because I feel like it. And why is that?"

"Because a good Dom doesn't punish for no reason. And always explains why, sir." Frank smiled up at Gerard with adoration and admiration written into every pore and feature.

"Exactly. And as much as it's written into my very fiber, I am itching to make you suffer." He played with the gag in his hand idly as he spoke, "So what do you say, boy? Even if I don't make you hurt, as such, I'd still love to see you cry."

Frank's insides were squirming with every utterance from his Master's lips and all he could do was nod vehemently and open his mouth to allow the gag passed his teeth. It was fastened behind his head and he stuck his tongue out to lick at his lip through the metal ring. He also knew he already had a semi in his lap just from the thought of his Master and the sordid ideals that ran through his head.

He watched as Gerard unfastened his black jeans and then glanced up to look into his dark hazel eyes as he spoke, "I love that look. The adoration. The sheer willingness to do anything for your Master. Would you do anything, boy?"

Frank nodded enthusiastically and let out a garbled whine. Gerard continued to talk in a soft but stern tone, "Good boy. I bet you do. You'd do anything I say. You'd take anything I would give you, wouldn't you, boy?"

Frank whimpered and nodded again, edging forward on his knees, he then frowned the tiniest bit when he noted that his Master wasn't hard at all- Not even half like he was currently. Gerard clearly noticed the confusion and a small smirk danced across his lips, "Oh, dear boy. What did I tell you before? Do you think one has to have an erection to be aroused? Do you think anyone with an erection actually is aroused or is it sometimes just a physical reaction that happens regardless?"

Frank sighed softly in relief and looked up with a small huff as saliva began to drip from his lips and fall onto his knees. Gerard continued to look down at his submissive with that devilish glimmer to his lips, "Besides, mon doux petit objet, it's exceedingly difficult to get hard with a full bladder."

[my sweet little object]

Frank yelped in surprise and stared up at his Master as a sudden burst of nervous tingles shot through his organs and veins like a bullet train. He let out a small and incredulous titter of laughter but he was met with resounding and impassive poker-face. He could feel his heart race in his chest at the implication of just one sentence that hung in the air. He glanced up at Gerard again and nodded simply, acknowledging and accepting his fate.

Gerard tilted Frank's head up, "Now, I know this is new for you. And you are welcome to signal at any point, as it can be very overwhelming. And usually, one always has to make sure that if you participate in urophilia, that the recipient has no open wounds because, despite urine being sterile, if the person who's doing the urinating is sick, it can spread and cause infection. Luckily for us both, that's not an issue. And you should be as healthy and hydrated as possible, may I add."

Frank finally realized; it finally sunk into his head. He finally knew why his Master had drunk almost a whole liter of water in the past hour and a half while they watched their movie together. Gerard's impromptu scene wasn't unplanned after all, and Frank was riveting from that notion. He nodded to signify that he understood his Master's words, and let him continue explaining, "Since this is your first time, I won't make you drink it all, but I do still want you to take as much as you can. And you let me know if it's too much. You can tap my leg three times and I will stop. I can stop, don't worry. But you should also know beforehand that you will choke, you will cough and it will hurt your throat if you do."

Frank nodded again as the short explanation made his stomach dance with excited butterflies and fireflies and, well, fuck, he threw some crickets and moths in there for effect; he was just that excited to try his Master's favorite fetish. He was staring so intently into his Dominant's eyes that the world around him seemed to blur, the sudden bitter warmth on his tongue startled him into helping. He tilted his head back and swallowed instinctively, surprised by the undercurrent of sweetness that danced over his tongue. He clenched his fist as he tried to fight the urge to cough, and it failed miserably.

He couldn't help it. He couldn't resist. He coughed violently, sputtering and gagging heavily and spilling his Master's piss all over his chest and thighs. He retched slightly and took in a breath through his nose as he bent forward. He whined softly when he felt his Dominant's steady flow running over his hair and down over his face to drip in an uninterrupted stream.

He forced himself to look up again, whimpering hoarsely when his mouth was once again his Dominant's obscene target. The taste was so unlike what he had expected. The undercurrent of palatable sugar was the most unexpected. And yet, it wasn't as bitter as he had expected. Perhaps it was because his Master was healthy, his urine almost insipidly clear and odorless. He looked up into Gerard's dark eyes as he swallowed the last of the showered fluids that had landed on his tongue. He cringes only slightly as his throat burned.

He could feel his wet hair dripping onto his skin, his heart hammering in his chest. He was so achingly hard that it was almost becoming unbearable. He watched his Master's as a hand was fisted into his hair and he was lifted up onto his knees and his gag removed roughly. The small 'clink' clattered on the wooden floor as the gag was tossed aside. He was jerked forward, his face shoved into Gerard's crotch. He whined softly and nuzzled his Master's soft cock, wordlessly thanking him for the reward. He heard Gerard sigh softly above him as his skilled hand ran from Frank's damp fringe and down over his cheek to press Frank's face against himself.

Frank wouldn't stop what he was currently doing even if a meteor hit. He was so hyper-focused on showing his Master just how appreciative he was of the literal shower of attention he had received. He rubbed his cheek against his slowly-hardening Dominant, knowing that he didn't have permission to go any further no matter how badly he craved the feeling of Gerard on his tongue.

His chin was tilted upward and he let himself be moved back to sit down on his knees. Gerard looked down at him with that same unwavering gaze, "Such a good boy. You did so well on your first encounter with something of this nature."

"Thank you, sir." Frank whispered, his throat still burning.

"It's not as bad as one expects, is it?"

"No, sir." Frank replied honestly as he took note of a particular bead of nectar that made its way down his neck and over his chest. He bit his lip, "It's not as bad as last time."

"Last time was your own urine, and last time was a punishment." Gerard clarified, "Of course it's different. This is not a fully-faceted punishment, this is also not yours, is it? It's from your Master. A sentiment of ownership."

Frank hummed as he closed his eyes, basking in the feeling of his Dominant's long fingers running through his hair. He leaned forward again, caressing Gerard's cock with his cheek and, after an ounce of bravado, his lips. He ran his mouth over his Master's length from base to tip when the hand in his hair tightened its grip and forced him forward. He cried out, the sound muffled by the sudden weight of dick on his tongue. He stared up into his Master's eyes as he relaxed his jaw and allowed his most adored deity to abuse him as he saw fit.

He couldn't help the rising blip of panic that always reared its head whenever he engaged in oral sex. He knew that he had improved drastically since the first time he had his Dominant in his mouth, but he still had trouble with his gag reflex. And as much as he knew that Gerard got a sadistic kick out of making him choke and watching him heave and cry, he so badly wanted to better himself. Especially now when he felt his throat constrict around the intrusion and his stomach lurch up into his esophagus. He choked audibly, the sickening retch being the only sound that bounced around the walls over the soft, panted breaths of the older man above him.

He was pulled back sharply, moaning discordantly and trying to control the sudden flurry of saliva that not only dripped from his lips but ran in thick spindrels to Gerard's cock like a rickety rope bridge over a deep chasm. He coughed lightly and looked up, staring his Master in the eye as purposefully pushed more of his spit from his mouth and let it drip sinfully from the tip of his pierced tongue into Gerard's feet.

Frank whined painfully as the grip on the back if his hair tightened. He was surprised when the hand let go. And he was even more surprised, going as far as yelping when a flat palm connected in a heated backbite of beration. He could feel the electric fizzles spread through the skin of his cheek and work their way down his body at lightning speed before they nestled in the valley of his balls. He whined excruciatingly pitifully and looked up at his Dominant with wide eyes, wanton and desperate for any sort of touch.

"Alright, boy. Don't think I don't see the sordid affliction that's nettling you." He reaches down to stroke himself, the action all but teasing the submissive that was both too close and too far away, "Hop along, boy. I want you bent over that spanking bench and I want to see every intimate inch of you."