"Sir?" Frank purred happily, looking at Gerard upside down as he hung from a bar lackadaisical, his knees bent over the steel, arms hanging at his sides.

"I'm pretty sure I told you to exercise your body, not your mouth, boy." Gerard didn't look up from his newspaper as he sat in the wooden armchair in the corner of their playroom, "Not unless it's life or death."

"Kind of." Frank huffed, "I've done about fifteen of these upside-down crunches already."

"I said twenty." Gerard raised an eyebrow, "Don't seem so happy with your inadequacy there, Frank."

"I'm getting a headache, sir."

"Your brain is just utterly aghast at the fact that you're actually exercising for once without the physical exertion involving your genitals," Gerard stated as he licked his thumb and turned the page.

"You've had an extra serving of crab salad this morning, clearly." Frank muttered and Gerard got up in a fluid motion and walked over to his hanging, red-faced submissive.

"And you're going to get an extra serving of my backlash if you don't quit." Gerard looked Frank right in the eye, "You don't stop until I see the sweat pour from you like a shower, do you understand?"

"What happened to twenty." Frank pouted when Gerard suddenly clipped him over the head with the newspaper, having him wince, "Yes, sir."

"I'll tell you when you're done, runt." Gerard muttered with heavy disapproval as he turned on his heel and walked back to his chair before he lowered back into it and unfurled the paper.

"Fuck." Frank grunted as he curled his arms into his sides and pulled his upper half up towards his knees yet again, "Do you get some kind of sick pleasure out of seeing me struggle?"

"Struggle, no." Gerard took a sip of his coffee and then he looked up with a dark glint in his eye, "Suffer and sweat, yes."

"Ugh. Fascist." Frank muttered under his breath as he pulled himself up again.

"Such a big word for such a tiny specimen." Gerard commented idly as Frank continued his crunches, grunting breathlessly as his core ached and his toes curled at the sheer force that he was putting his muscles through.

Frank kept on, pulling himself up three more times to hit his twenty-mark when he fell back down with a heavy, broken huff. His stomach burned, his neck ached and his skin felt way too hot. He stared at his Master who was still patiently reading his newspaper, long leg draped over the other, and let out a whimper.

"No." Gerard didn't look up as he answered and Frank scowled heatedly, "Don't look at me in that tone of voice, boy. I gave you instructions to follow, this is hardly perfect behavior."

"I'm fucking dying." Frank sputtered.

"You're being overly dramatic." Gerard raised an eyebrow, eyes still on the paper, "If you were so close to death then you would have safeworded, you're simply being a baby."

"At least I'm cute about it." Frank whispered, "I did twenty, sir. And I'm all hot and sweaty..."

Gerard let out an impatient sigh and finally looked up at Frank with a frown and a stern set to his lips, "You're barely a blush pink."

"Damn it." Frank sighed, pressing his tongue bar against the roof of his mouth in an attempt to stifle his unhappy grunts towards his Master, "Can I at least have some motivation music?"

"Sure." Gerard got up and pulled out his phone, "If it'll get you moving then, you're welcome. What are you looking for?"

"Something with a rhythm I can follow." Frank shrugged and Gerard scrolled through his phone.

"Well, the rhythm you're currently setting seems slower than Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight'."

"Very funny." Frank sighed, "I'm just not into working out if I don't have proper motivation, nothing chasing me."

"If you want something chasing you, I'll tell Lindsey it was you who spilled that green smoothie on her shag carpet."

Frank stared at his Master as the color drained from his face despite the previous pink pallor. The strains of Icky Thump rang out behind Frank from speakers unknown but he stared at Gerard, trying to gauge if he was joking. Clearly not.

"Go on, boy." Gerard waved him off, "You have your music now."

"What's my motivation?"

"If you can go on for the rest of the hour without another complaint then perhaps I won't cage you for being so mouthy and disobedient." Gerard stated firmly and Frank refused to reply, instead of chirping back, he let out a grunt and lifted himself up to his knees, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the music.

Gerard didn't go back to his newspaper but instead, he continued to work on his phone, tapping away on what Frank assumed to be an email to someone at work considering it was still during the week and about noon somewhere.

"Think about it this way, my prince." Gerard looked up from his phone, as Frank flopped back down and looked at his Master, "If you don't want to do this for yourself, then do it for me."

"Sir?"

"Think of how proud I'll be when you finish, how happy I'll be that you've done the rest of this without complaint, and just how much I would want you in return for being so obedient."

Frank swallowed hard, shuddering out a breath as he stared at Gerard still upside down, "You mean that?"

"Why would I lie, boy?"

"I can do this." Frank muttered to himself under his breath as he continued his crunches. He swore under his breath and reached up, peeling his shirt from his sticky torso, before carrying on.

"I don't know why you didn't do that sooner, boy." Gerard shook his head as Frank huffed again.

"I was... Hoping it would... Make me hotter quicker so... I could finish quicker." Frank managed between grunts as he did his crunches, "Didn't work."

"Sneaky boy." Gerard eyed his submissive closely, watching him with a bored but somehow avid curiosity in his eyes, "Frank?"

"Oui?" Frank asked with a grunt as he curled himself up to his knees again.

"In a couple days there's a... Function that I have been invited to. Would you like to go?"

"Go how?" Frank asked as he noted Gerard turning the music down an increment, "As your submissive or your assistant?"

"Submissive." Gerard shrugged, "A private gathering, only lifestyle-inclusive people will be there."

"Anyone, I know?" Frank asked breathlessly as he wiped an arm over his forehead and hung back down, looking at his Master yet again upside down as he swung back and forth lazily.

"Ty will be there." Gerard smiled and Frank was about to return the favor when he realized, a groan leaving him.

"That means Josh will be there, won't he?" Frank scowled.

"I thought you were over that whole thing, Frank?" Gerard asked as Frank threw himself back into his workout, scowling at the thought of Josh and how perfect his body could be- and probably was- under his clothes.

"I am. I've forgiven you..." Frank grunted as he kept up his momentum, "Forgiven him, too. Doesn't mean I like him. I tolerate him... At work."

"And away from work?" Gerard pried as Frank huffed into another forceful crunch, scowling deeply.

"Not gonna lie..." Frank pulled himself up one more time, "I may or may not bite him. Or stab him with something."

"He really gets under your skin, doesn't he?" Gerard tilted his head to the side.

"Even before I knew about you. He's built like a God with the face of an angel and the personality of the girl next door. And I had to work with that on the daily making me feel so shit." Frank sighed as Gerard turned the music off completely without looking away from his submissive.

"Why are you still comparing?"

"Because we're somewhat similar and it's hard not to." Frank shrugged as Gerard got up and lowered the bar slowly until Frank was laying on the floor like he had started. Frank lifted his legs and the bar was lifted back up to where it stayed. Frank stared at it for a moment until Gerard's face came into view.

"You're both submissives with tattoos. that's it. You like dogs, he likes cats. You're loud and outgoing, he's introverted. You're vegetarian and he's not. You don't even have many a similar kink, my boy."

"I guess..." Frank sat up slowly, "One thing we have in common though, that you missed."

"Yes?"

"You picked us both." Frank slowly got up, trying to avoid a wave of vertigo from being upside down for so long, "That's enough."

"Frank, I've had almost nine people I've slept with and most of them had at least one tattoo and were a submissive, don't harp on it." Gerard scowled as he stood in front of Frank and cupped his cheek, "Don't make yourself feel so bad."

"Fine." Frank sighed, and then frowned, "Nine, though? Me, Ty, Josh... Billie Joe, Bert, and Adam. That's six. You had other submissives?"

"No." Gerard shook his head, "Just one night stands in my life."

"College?"

"Around then." Gerard nodded, "Now... Your punishment, boy."

Frank let out a groan and looked down, knowing that he did deserve it with his behavior. He didn't argue and decided to keep his mouth shut, scowling at the ground, "Yes, sir."

"Do you understand why you're being punished, boy?"

"I was... Disobedient." Frank breathed out, trying to decipher if it were a mere punishment because he was so restless or if Gerard was actually unhappy with him. He didn't want to know, either.

"Putting it lightly." Gerard reprimanded, "Backchatting, questioning and defying my orders and still thinking so poorly of yourself."

"I- Yes, sir." Frank muttered again, "I understand, sir."

"Good." Gerard's hands went behind his back as he straightened up, "Now, just because this is a punishment, doesn't mean I don't want you to feel even more downput with yourself and your appearance."

"Sir?" Frank glanced up with a confused frown to see his Master glowering down at him with something other than disapproval in his eyes, something dark, something that Frank knew resided deep within his Dominant.

"In your room across the hall is something I had bought for you to wear for me. Go and put it on and return to me, boy. Understand?"

"What is it, sir?" Frank frowned and Gerard merely sat himself down in the wooden chair. Frank realized that Gerard wasn't going to give in and it was no doubt a surprise so with a soft 'yes, sir' Frank bowed his head and walked out of the playroom and directly into his bedroom right across the hallway.

Frank looked around his tidy, recently maid-cleaned room, and frowned, unseeing what his Master had left for him. He walked into his closet and then he noticed a set of boxes sitting on the footstool. The boxes were black on the outside and nondescript enough but Frank remained dubious. He walked over and opened the top box to see a bunch of fishnet.

"Oh, Jesus..." Frank whispered as he held up not only a wide-square pair of fishnet elbow-length arm-gloves and a pair of knee-highs in the same pattern. He sighed softly and set them down before he opened the box beneath it and was immediately caught by the bright cherry red latex that glinted back at him.

He held up what he assumed to be a set, one hand holding up a tight skirt with one of the highest slits imaginable, the other hand holding up a tight, cropped thin-strap top with a wide and plunging neckline.

"He must be kidding," Frank muttered softly as he stripped himself down and out of his sweatpants, chuckling at the vast comparison between what he had just worn and what he was about to put himself into.

He decided to go with the easiest first and slid the gloves on and up, his thumbs through the holes before he tugged the thick black elastic up passed his elbows. He chuckled, the gloves reminding him of his high school attire, which comprised of a similar pair of net gloves that he had made out of a pair of his mother's fishnets. He didn't like to think of why she had them, or the thrashing he had received when she had found out, rather the most compromising conundrum yet- How was he supposed to squeeze himself into such tight and sturdy material.

He picked up the bright red crop top and held it up by the straps when he noticed the back had a zipper. He smiled and unzipped the shirt, putting it around his chest. He sucked in a breath and zipped it up before he spun the top around until the zipper was against his spine. He carefully slid his arms through the thin straps and adjusted the tight material around his ribs, exhaling slowly.

"Not as bad as I thought." He muttered as he ran his fingers over the smooth but somehow staccato material. He picked up the skirt and eyed it, thankful that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and unzipped the side of it before he stepped into it. He muttered a small prayer to himself as he pulled the tight red PVC up to his thighs and felt the resistance against his not-feminine-enough legs. He sighed, straightening up with his legs closed as much as possible, when he hopped not once but twice. The material scrunched up in his hands but eventually skidded up over his ass without tearing. He gathered the skirt as high as he could in his waist dip and carefully did up the zipper.

He sighed in relief and began rearranging the skirt, pulling it down until it was flat, the end hem of the skirt meeting half-thigh, but the top apex of the slit hit exactly where his thigh started, exposing his entire left leg.

"He must be fucking kidding." Frank ran his hands over his ass, making sure everything was flattened and tight against his skin, before he kicked his sweats aside and walked out of the closet. He went for the door when he caught sight of himself in his peripherals and he froze, his cheeks rushing with color to match his current ensemble. He ran a finger over the black collar around his throat, casually reminding himself that this wasn't about him. If his Master had picked this out for him, if his beloved, devoted Master had decided that this was going to be Frank's newest outfit, then so be it.

He smiled somewhat despite how unnatural he appeared to look in such feminine clothing. He certainly had to get used to it considering the most girly he had ever looked was when he and Jamia had dressed as each other for Halloween and he had found himself in ball-hugging tights and a black pinafore.

He pushed forward, opening the door and peering out despite knowing that he and Gerard were home alone, and stopped outside the playroom, hand poised against the cool steel of the doorknob. Frank suddenly felt shy about himself, hoping internally that he could pull off this outfit, that he looked as good as Gerard had pictured but he couldn't move.

He opened the door a fraction and no further, whimpering, "S-Sir?"

"Boy?" Gerard called back curiously, "What's keeping you?"

"I- Uh..." Frank cleared his throat, "I'm just a little, uh... Well, I'm a bit... Nervous. Of- Of the outfit."

"Come on, let me see. I bet you look outstanding." Gerard reassured, standing now closer, on the other side of the door despite making no move to open it himself.

"You sure?" Frank asked back shakily as he closed his eyes and let go of the doorknob. The door opened and Frank chose then not to breathe, sucking in his heated core as his feet instinctively curled inward.

"Well now..." Gerard murmured, his voice soft but surprised as he stepped aside and let Frank in to the forgiving red and white glow of their shared toyroom.

"I wasn't exactly expecting this when I went in." Frank shrugged.

"Neither was I, boy. But you pull it off well." Gerard sounded pleasantly shocked, his tone had Frank look up, the smirk on his Master's lips was amiable to say the least, "Where did you find this?"

Frank frowned deeply, "I- My closet? Isn't that where you left it."

"I didn't leave this for you." Gerard took a step back and looked Frank over, "I'm disappointed in myself for not having you in PVC or woman's clothing sooner, though. You look ravishing."

Frank balked, "You- You didn't... This... This isn't-?"

"Oh, what I left for you was nothing in comparison." Gerard muttered, "I think perhaps this was something that my wife had purchased and Sofia may have put it in your room by mistake whilst cleaning."

"Oh my God." Frank groaned, his face, ears and neck all changing to a darker and more volatile red as he hid his face behind his hands as his Master continued to look him over.

"Don't be embarrassed." Gerard's voice was a dark and decadent, dulcet tone that dripped in the Dominance only he could pull off. Frank felt the goosebumps rise over his arms but he shook his head, refusing to look at Gerard, "I will have to buy Lindsey a new set because I don't think she'll want this back once I'm done with you."

"You- You don't want me to change?" Frank blurted out and looked up in surprise, looking up when he realized just how close his Master was to him.

"Definitely not. This is way, way better than what I had decided on." Gerard muttered as he ran a finger over Frank's arm slowly, the cold touch against his warm skin was soothing despite the electric current passing between them.

"I don't look like a complete tard?" Frank cautiously asked as Gerard took a step back and turned, opening the collar cabinet behind him.

"Most definitely not." Gerard replied confidently, "Day collar off, boy."

Frank obeyed, glad that Gerard was already soothing his nerves by distracting him and moving on instead of hovering over his mistake. Frank reached back and unfastened the clasp on his usual black leather collar. Gerard turned and walked around Frank, fastening a thicker collar with a wide o-ring that sat perfectly over his Adam's apple.

"Too tight? Deep breath." Gerard ordered as he fastened the clasp. Frank took in a breath, coughing slightly.

"Not the collar, sir." Frank husked, "This skirt is rather unforgiving on my oxygen levels, though."

"Too bad." Gerard chuckled as his hands slid from his submissive's neck and down from his shoulders and over his chest and stomach to hold his hips, "Too bad it's staying on, boy. Clear?"

"Yes, sir." Frank breathed out shakily when Gerard spun him around and pushed him forward.

"It just so happens that your outfit has put me in better spirits and I've reconsidered your punishment."

"I'm not being punished, sir?" Frank frowned, puzzled.

"Oh no, you're still being punished, boy. I've just changed my mind on the type of punishment I want to give you. I rather enjoyed seeing you struggle, seeing you all red and sweaty. I don't think I'm done seeing you like that."

Frank winced, his mind could only dream up a fraction of what Gerard could possibly have in store for him. He continued to stare at his feet as his Master worked around him, eventually grabbing Frank to have him face what he at first thought to be the dreaded sawhorse.

But no. It was so much worse.

Frank stared at the seat with disgusted curiosity, noting how impressively large the saddle seemed, how tight the ankle and wrist shackles looked, and how foreboding the vibrator-attachment looked. He knew the size of the toy didn't matter when he realized just what it was meant to do to him.

"Blasphemous." Frank whimpered softly to himself as his cheeks went red again, "And- And I have to mount that, don't I?"

"Go on, boy." Gerard sighed serenely, "I have all day for you to get adjusted to your fate."

Frank stared at the sybian for a moment before he walked over to it and held on to the front of it, one foot on the holster. He lifted himself up and swung himself over, other foot finding it's nook easily enough. He avoided his Master's gaze as he leaned forward and lowered himself down. The anxiety roiled in his stomach as he felt the blunt press of the toy just too far forward and he slid his hips forward until the toy pressed against his asshole.

It surprised him that it had slid so slick against his sweaty skin, and realized with a blush, that his Master was most likely to blame, lubing the vibrator only minimally but enough to speed up the humiliation even more. Frank slid further down, grunting at the wide stretch of his tensed muscles, he knew it was counter-productive but at the angle he found himself in, feet above the floor, he couldn't help but be tense.

Frank finally, huffing and pink-cheeked, sat himself down on the toy, surprised when he had hit the hilt of it closer than expected. He relaxed around it, readjusting momentarily when he felt cold fingers fastening his ankles to the sidebars of the raised seat. He whimpered, holding on to the front notch as his Master walked around and fastened his other ankle with the tight leather cuffs.

Gerard stood in front of Frank, eyes dark and lidded, when he took the submissive's wrists in one of his large hands and held them above his head. Frank looked up with a surge of unrest, as his Master fastened his wrists to the cuffs chained and hanging from the ceiling. Frank merely obeyed, letting his arms dangle above his head willingly as he took in Gerard's leather-musk cologne so close to his nose.

Gerard remained leaned in to his submissive, their faces inches apart as a dark and twisted smile took to his biteable lips. Frank swallowed hard when a sudden surge of vibration shot through him and he cried out in fright. Gerard straightened up, a satisfied look in his eye as Frank sputtered at the intensity. Everything shook beneath him, the entire saddle vibrating beneath him at a pace that seemed blinding, shaking his legs and his hips and all the way up to where the chains above his head jingled.

"Perhaps now you'll understand why I make you exert yourself as much as I do. Week ago you could never have handled this, but now that you've built up some endurance because I've been pushing you..." Gerard trailed off, "If you can't even give me a proper twenty crunches, let's see how you do with orgasms."

"Y- Yes, sir." Frank cried softly as Gerard sat down in the armchair and looked at him with double-edged nonchalance.

"Now you have no way of stopping if you tried, boy." Gerard crooned as Frank let out a soft cry, gasping as his body shook with his first orgasm, the fire burning through his system as he came with a warm spurt against his own skin, "What do you say?"

"Th- Thank you, sir." Frank cried, trying to pull away despite it being useless, the oversensitivity of his body screaming in protest.

"You thank me after every one of those, do you understand?" Gerard ordered sternly and Frank nodded blindly, moaning as his body climbed back to it's ticking peak yet again.

No sooner had Gerard's words left his mouth was Frank crying out again, shaking with his second orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth slack as his skin seemed a second away from bursting into flames. He gasped heavily, hands gripping at his shackles, as he tried squirming away from the intense vibrations.

Frank opened his eyes and yelped, seeing his Master right in front of him, he whimpered helplessly, "Thank you, sir."

"Pathetic boy." Gerard reached up, swatting Frank over the head. Frank let out a grunt, groaning at the ache in his skull. Gerard ran a hand up Frank's thigh, fingers sliding under the skirt to touch his come-slickened dick that seemed suddenly bewildered by the new touch. Frank gasped, groaning, whining loudly as Gerard lifted the skirt, freeing Frank's aching but softened dick from against the constricting material. It was relief for only a second until Frank's dick touched the slickened seat, a soft scream left his lips at the added shock.

He jerked away, grunting, when another moan left him, his body shuddering through an instant third release. His body was completely devoid of orgasmic fluid now, but he had remembered that somewhere in the post-haze fuel his Master had told him of dry orgasms and just how much the male body could be put through.

"Thank... You... Sir." Frank panted and Gerard eyed him once more, satisfied, and sat back down, picking up his previously discarded newspaper.

Frank stared at him in disbelief but it was short-lived when his body shattered a fourth time, his skin now in a light sheen of sweat, his fringe stuck to his face, his own bodily fluids slicking his inner thighs and the saddle he rode. He grunted through the racking of his bones, all but sobbing as a fifth one caught him by surprise, on the back of the previous one like a demonic hitchhiker.

"F- Fuck." Frank gasped, his vision blurred with red and white haze, "Fuck. Th- Thank you. A- Ah."

Frank had just about sobbed his way through six, seven, and eight as his arms turned jelloid above his head, his lungs ached and his tongue felt too big for his mouth, too dry as he panted in sheer desperation and exquisite agony. He glanced one look at his Master who was still reading his newspaper, and cried out with an inaudible plea.

"S- Sir- Master..." Frank begged, "P- Please. S- Stop."

"No." Gerard didn't look up and Frank let out a sob as his body surged through a ninth burst of pleasure. He choked on his own oxygen as the tears flooded down over his ruddy, hot cheeks.

"Th- Thank you, Master." Frank whispered, his voice breaking as he rocked back and forth, groaning as his head tilted back, the sharp volts of ecstasy sheering his last hold on reality as he felt the fog slip over his brain like a heavy molasses. He felt his senses dip and his every nerve urging him on to please his Master. Frank let out a rasping moan as he hit his subspace, his body grasping onto it's second wind with aching fingers.

His lips rolled back between his teeth as he stifled a loud scream, eyes closing tightly as his head lolled forward on his shoulders, his arms aching in their sockets as he relented to his punishment.

He could feel the sweat running over his piping hot skin, feel it crawl over his pores like tiny spiders, sticking the thick material to his body even more. He whined out for his Master, pleading inaudible and desperate as he hit his tenth orgasm.

He gasped, shaking at just how perfect it was, his headspace clouding his usually stubborn mindset, he ached for ten thousand more, ache for every single stitch that his Master would lay on him.

"Thank you, Master." He grunted, his throat cracking, when the seat beneath him went silent, ceasing it's loud and intense vibrations. His body felt like complete jello, his bones like sponge, his brain like puree. He whimpered, eyes still closed, as he tried to listen to the screaming silence around him.

He didn't move, still panting furiously, as Gerard continued to read.

"Have you learned your lesson, Frank?"

"Yes, sir." Frank gasped, his voice rasping and an octave heavier than normal.

"Prove it." Gerard finally looked up as he set his newspaper down and set eyes on his quivering submissive.

Frank remained silent, eyes down and behaved as he tried to stifle the loud and ragged breathes from his body. Gerard let out a satisfied hum and got up and carefully unfastened Frank's arms, lowering them down to his sides and they shivered, the blood running into them before the pins and needles set in. Frank clenched and unclenched his fingers, frowning at the weird sensation in his hands that he felt the need to shake off.

Gerard carefully unbuckled each of Frank's ankles before he took him under the arms like a small child, lifting his submissive up just enough so that he could scoop the quietened Frank into his arms. Frank didn't complain, draped in his Master's strong arms as his head rolled on his neck.

Frank peered up at his Master with one bleary eye and let out a small hum as he was carried into the nearest bathroom.

"How's your head, boy?"

"Foggy..." Frank managed, frowning at the dense thickness that crowded his judgment, almost making him feel punch-drunk.

"I would think so." Gerard stated as he opened the door to Frank's bathroom and set him down on the small tiled bench outside of the shower, "Such a good boy."

"Best boy." Frank smiled, the dope grin on his dry lips as he tried to get himself out of the too-tight clothing.

"Come here, best boy. Let me help you." Gerard's crooked smile played at his lips as he gestured with his fingers for Frank to step closer for some much-needed assistance, shaking his head.