Frank had been home for a little over three hours now and he was surprised, and somehow not, that it looked exactly the same. He stood in his bedroom closet and looked at himself in the full-length mirror, dressed in one of the simple black tees and a pair of shorts that Gerard had previously bought for him. His fingers ran over his simple day collar and the smile on his lips grew. He felt so much better now that he was back where he had been longing to lay his head.

He heard his phone ringing from within his room and he walked out to get it, seeing 'Master' on the display. He smiled as he pressed the green icon and put the phone to his ear, "Sir?"

"How are you settling?" Gerard asked curiously and Frank could hear the slight static of wind in the receiver- Gerard was not in his office.

"Already unpacked and settled, sir."

"Good boy," Gerard replied. Frank heard the faint beep of a car alarm before Gerard added, "I'm going to be late tonight."

"Oh?"

"Considering today's date, I have a public appearance to make with my wife." Gerard explained as he could be heard climbing into his car, "Lindsey and I are having a dinner in town."

"Tell him I won't keep you for too long," Lindsey said in the background.

Gerard chuckled, "You heard the missus."

"Sir?"

"Yes, boy?"

"What's today's date?" Frank scratched his eyebrow, wondering if he had forgotten something important.

"Dear boy." Gerard sighed and Frank scowled at the playful condescension. He could hear Gerard's car start and Frank knew that Gerard would be smart enough to at least have the phone on loudspeaker, "It's Valentine's day. Are you not aware of your days anymore?"

"Honestly, sir." Frank blushed slightly pink, "I haven't really paid attention to much in the past few weeks."

"You aren't alone in that." Gerard commented with a somber tone, "Lindsey and I are going out for dinner so please behave yourself. Make yourself some dinner, dear boy. I will see you soon."

"Yes, sir." Frank answered before the phone call ended. The moment he pulled the phone from his ear, he felt his stomach sink. He had been hoping that his Master would be home soon. He knew that Lindsey wouldn't keep Gerard away for too long; most dinners were only an hour or two anyway. Was it already Valentine's day? How had so much time passed?

Frank shook his head. He couldn't believe it. It felt like just yesterday that he had signed his contract at the end of January. He still remembered that brisk evening when Gerard had taken him back to his shitty motel. And here he was, again. And he never wanted to leave. He had never been more sure of a decision- Especially since he had seen his life without the choices he'd recently made.

Frank stopped in his tracks as he exited the bedroom, standing in the hallway. What was he supposed to do for Valentine's day? Was Gerard a romantic man who went all out? Did Frank have to do something for his Master? He didn't know the answer to either of those questions. And he knew that his previous relationship was no help. When it came to this exact day of the year, Ryan and Frank would go out to dinner and come home and have sex exactly as they did on a Tuesday; the only difference was that Frank would give Ryan some red roses and he'd get to pick the position in which they had sex. None of that helped in the slightest.

Frank pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the tab to Lindsey, his thumbs hovering over the screen as he pondered asking her for help. He sighed, typing out his message:

Frankie: Linds, help pls

Lindserino: What's up, sweetie?x

Frankie: Don't tell him I've msging you, but idk what to do for today

Frankie: Should I do anything?

Lindserino: He got you back, idk if he'd want anything else

Frank stared at the text as a faint pink blush coated his cheeks. He watched the little grey dots bounce as she continued to type.

Lindserino: House is already clean thanks to Lily but he's a classic man, you can't go wrong with classic romance

Frankie: His classic romance and mine are probably different tbh, I think of flowers and chocolate or like

Frankie: Idk that's stupid, I don't think he likes flowers and I've never even seen him eat candy

Lindserino: He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth in any case

Lindserino: I have to go, we're at the restaurant

Lindserino: Put on some panties and wait for him, he'll just be happy you're back

Frank let out a strangled yelp as he stared at the text. Panties? Really? Frank looked up from his phone as he locked it and put it back in his pocket. He decided that he was more than likely going to have to eat early if he was going to have to clean himself out in enough time for Gerard. It wasn't necessarily something he had been doing before this relationship but he knew Ryan did it. As a curious and horny teenager, he had always wondered how anal sex worked and the hygiene aspect. At the tender age of seventeen, when he finally asked Ryan about it, he had had his mind blown when he was told all about douching.

He never bothered with it back then and he knew that Ryan did it not only for their sex life but because he preferred the hygienic conditions of cleaning himself out to such an extent. Frank had done it once before almost a year ago out of sheer curiosity and the feeling was something akin to his soul leaving his body; he had never felt so violated in his entire life.

He walked down the carpeted steps and into the kitchen, smiling as he ran a hand over the cold marble countertop. He opened the fridge and scanned over the contents, tapping his chin idly. He realized that he genuinely didn't feel too hungry and didn't want to force himself to eat. He grabbed a smoothie from the stacks of plastic bottles and gave it a tentative sniff before he sipped it. The taste of peanut butter and banana filled his mouth and he smiled, hip-checking the door of the fridge closed.

He meandered back up the stairs as he pondered over what he wanted to do for his Master. He didn't want to just throw on panties and hope for the best. He wanted to show Gerard that he was back for good and that he wanted to make a conscientious effort in showing exactly that. He stopped in the hallway, the smoothie bottle paused on his lips, as his eyes caught the door to his right. He stared at it out of the corner of his periphery and felt a small wave of butterflies flutter in his stomach. He opened the door and put on the lights, grinning as he took in the surroundings of his playroom. It was exactly as he had remembered it to be but being in it now felt so different.

He looked at the shelves of implements and gags and hoods, sipping on his meal replacement. He stopped when he got to a mirrored closet in the corner and bit his lip. He set his bottle down and opened the closet, sucking in a shaky breath when he came face to face with so much latex and leather. He scanned through each item delicately and ran his hand over the shiny material as he looked at them on their plastic hangers. He remembered Gerard saying one day that you never hung latex on metal hangers because it reacted and discolored them. He also remembered Gerard saying that you hang them in dark and Uv-light free rooms so that they don't disintegrate. The one thing he did forget was how in the hell he was meant to put any of it on his body. He knew that latex suits themselves were meant to be made to exact measurements and, since he hadn't had his measurements taken for something like this, he doubted any of the suits would fit him. He picked out a simple pair of black latex pants and lay them on the bed with a smile, noting the way the red lights danced over the material.

He took another sip of his smoothie as he wandered back to the corner, closing the closet door, and looked at the harnesses that Gerard had hung on the wall. He touched one, running a finger over one of the steel O-rings, and shuddered at the thought of it on his Master's skin. He chose a simple black harness, hoping it was small enough for him, and set it aside with the pants. He went back to the closet and opened one of the drawers beneath the mirrored doors and let out a small 'ooh' when he saw different kinds of leather and latex accessories. He picked up a pair of latex gloves and couldn't resist rubbing one of them over his cheek, smiling at the cool and slick texture on his skin. He held the glove up to his own hand and went slightly pink when he realized how big it was in comparison- Definitely not for him. The mental image of his Master's hands flashed behind his eyes and he exhaled shakily, laying the gloves back delicately.

He picked up a second pair and put his hand over it, smiling at the almost match to his hand size. He threw them onto the bed with the rest of his chosen outfit and chugged the last of his smoothie before he put the bottle on the shelf by the door, making a mental note to throw it in the trash when he went to shower. He unlocked the collar display and took out his black play collar and set it on the bed before he grabbed two pairs of black cuffs, checking that he had both wrist and ankle cuffs. He grabbed the black o-ring gag and held it in his hand, examining it as he wondered for just a moment if it was too much. He looked around for a moment, realizing that it was rather contradictory that he was wondering about 'too much' while he was standing in a bondage playroom. The entire lifestyle was all about layering and being 'too much' in the perfect way.

He set the gag on the bed and walked out, taking his bottle with him, and crossed the hallway into his bedroom. He threw the bottle in the trash and walked into his bathroom, shedding his clothing as he kicked it toward the laundry hamper. He went to the bathroom sink and bent down to grab some of his toiletries. He set the rounded douche on the edge of the sink, knowing he'd get to it eventually. He removed his day collar and set it on the counter, glad that he remembered to take it off it this time.

He turned the faucet to a hotter temperature and stood beneath the torrent, wetting his hair before he went about washing his now-black locks. He did miss the black and blonde mess that he had before, but the black was so different and it was a hair color he missed from when he was in high school. The only reason he had dyed his hair brown was that Ryan had said that he needed to mature away from being so 'emo' when he graduated. Frank didn't give a fuck anymore about what Ryan thought and as far as his own appearance was concerned, he liked the black hair a lot more.

He closed his eyes as he washed the suds from his hair and indulged in the apple scent, smiling as he wiped the water from his face.

He squeezed a small amount of his shower gel onto his sponge and lathered it, bringing it up to give it a long sniff. He loved the smell of the new soap he had been washing with recently; it reminded him of berry gummy candies. He scrubbed his skin from head to toe until he was a glistening pink and set the sponge on the metal shelf. He grabbed his razor and gave himself a quick trim- He hated that he had let himself fall into bad hygiene habits over the two weeks that he had spent in the hotel. He hadn't bothered shaving any part of himself and now he was mentally cursing and kicking himself for it. He didn't shave his pubic hair off entirely and decided to trim over it and make it slightly more manageable. He straightened up as he realized something, scrunching his nose up with the realization that he would probably need to re-bleach himself soon since it was coming up to the six-month mark.

He finished shaving all the way through- very carefully as he crouched down to shave himself thoroughly despite not having a mirror to see his own asshole- and rinsed off. He exited the shower and checked the time on his phone, knowing he'd have to wait about twenty minutes from when he had finished eating to be able to cleanse himself out. He decided to take his time drying himself off and drying his hair. He grabbed his razor from the shower and scrutinized the blades before he leaned in to examine his jaw and chin; he did need to shave. Frank had always liked to put effort into his appearance but he also knew that he wanted to look even better today, more so than usual. He wanted his Master to see the effort and see that he was willing to be the best submissive he could.

He finished shaving and prepping himself about a half an hour later, the niggling emptiness settling in his lower stomach with just how squeaky clean he was inside. It was always a jarring experience to get used to and after not douching for two weeks, he had forgotten the remarkable chill that came with it. He did like how much bounce he had in his step afterward, as though he could run the mile on frigid-colon energy alone.

He stopped for a moment when he realized that he had no idea what the fuck he was meant to do when he put on his pants. He knew that putting latex on bod wasn't just as simple as sliding it on, but Gerard had never told him. Frank shrugged as he fetched his phone from the bathroom and went onto his browser, typing in his question. He clicked on the first article that came up and read through it carefully as he walked out of his bedroom and into the playroom. He read through the three steps carefully and looked up, curling his toes against the soft scratch of the Persian carpet beneath his soles.

He opened the drawer beneath the closet where he had seen the gloves and picked up a bottle that he examined. He read over the front label of the bodyglide and turned it over, confident that he had found the right thing when he read something about latex. He straightened up and looked at his phone again as he read the instructions under his breath, "Jewelry and sharp nails need to be avoided. Got it. Apply the lubricant to the inside of the garment, or your skin, or both. Pull the latex on carefully, trying not to tug it or pull with your fingers- Use your whole hand to move it."

Frank looked at the black pants and at his palm with a shrug, continuing to read aloud, "Shift it into place, smoothing out any wrinkles as you go along, and pushing out air bubbles that may have gotten trapped against your skin. You'll want to get maximum shine from your latex, so you can use a cloth or your hand to wipe a little of your bodyglide over it at this stage, which also helps protect the latex. It helps you walk and prevents the latex from sticking to itself like it tends to do. Right. Simples."

Frank chucked his phone onto the bed and sat down beside it, popping the cap on the black bottle to squirt a healthy amount of it into his palm. It felt so unnatural at first to just smear silicone lube onto his leg and foot, but he brushed it aside, figuring that he should probably do it in stages. He applied a thin layer to his left leg and picked up the garment. He lowered his leg into the taut material and was surprised by the taut stretch of it. It felt as though he were sliding into a balloon. He got the pants up to his knee and remembered not to tug with his fingers, using his hands to slide the vinyl-esque fabric over his calf.

He slicked up his right leg in the same fashion as his left and wiped the excess on the latex that was already on him. He pulled the pants up carefully as he had done before and stood up, applying more of the lubricant to his palms so he could slick up his thighs, paying attention to the innermost parts. He unfastened the button of his pants and pulled them up carefully, shimmying his hips as he splayed his hands over his sheathed thighs and used the friction to pull them up enough. He stopped then, blushing profusely when he realized he was about to lube up his entire ass and his dick. He sighed at the thought and then stopped, biting on his lip when a second idea crossed his mind. He glanced at the nearby shelf on his left and shuffled over, grimacing at the sticking of his thighs when he realized he hadn't lubed the outside of his pants yet. He spied the shelf nearby and grabbed one of the matte black plugs that sat on it, grinning when he knew it would be the last layer of surprise for his Master.

He hopped back over to the bed- literally- and stopped, grabbing the bodyglide to apply more to his hands as he slapped himself shamelessly with both hands on his ass cheeks before rubbing the clear gel over his flesh. He ran his palms over his hips and over his crotch, lubing between his legs and all the way through just in case. He applied the tiniest amount to the silicone plug and bent forward the tiniest bit, pressing it against his hole. He cringed a little at the initial sting, whining at the stretch. He relaxed his core, pushing the plug in until he relaxed around it, letting it sit snugly inside of him.

He tugged his pants up carefully over his ass, using his fingers to pull the material higher. He ran his slippery hands over his thighs to rid himself of the excess and fastened the button and zipper. He used a last drop of lubricant to add a shine to his pants, smiling when he was able to swing his thighs against each other without them sticking. He turned and grabbed his collar, unfastening the buckle on the black leather, and put the sturdy vice around his throat. He buckled it securely and pulled on his chest harness. He yelped at the cold steel on his skin, hissing when the O-rings both seemed to want to get to know his nipples rather amorously. He tightened the fastenings over his chest and sat down, moaning softly when the plug shifted inside of him. He bent down to fasten the thick cuffs around his ankles, leaving them unchained from one another, but he put the attaching chains for all four of his cuffs on the shelf next to the bed if his Master wanted them.

He realized then that he would have to put his latex gloves on before the wrist cuffs, and turned to look for them on the bed. He recovered them from under his ass, chuckling at the sticking sound they made when he peeled them out from under his weight. He put a small bit of bodyglide on his hand and made sure to get it between his fingers. He carefully put his fingers together and slid it into the tight material, stopping when he realized the gloves went higher than expected.

After he had sufficiently oiled his forearms, he had pulled the gloves on with cautious ease, avoiding any urge to tug on the latex with his fingers. He pushed and rolled at the bubbles on his wrists and worked them out until the shiny onyx material lay like a second skin over his own. He smiled happily at his handiwork and hoped that his Master would appreciate what he was trying to do. He looked at the gag that sat beside him and pondered whether or not he should put it on now or wait until he heard Gerard come home.

Internally, he knew the answer. He knew his Master would love seeing the mess he'd make if he had been gagged for a while. He knew his Master would appreciate how his jaw would ache and would get such a kick out of Frank's discomfort. He looked at his gloved hands and scowled, knowing he was about to struggle for his life to fasten the stupid buckle when it was behind his head; he hoped he wouldn't have to take his gloves off to do this.

He put the O-ring between his teeth and sat it comfortably in his mouth before he grabbed the two ends, snaking one into the other to pull it tight. He pushed the small metal clasp until he felt it pop through one of the holes of the strap and fumbled to slide it through the other end of the buckle. He was already drooling more than necessary and slurped unceremoniously at the spit that was pooling on his exposed tongue. He fastened it securely after a minute of slippery grappling. He sighed at the protest in his triceps from having his arms up for too long. He slurped again and swallowed some of his spit as he put his wrist cuffs on and tugged at the buckles just like his Master would do when he had used them.

Frank got up, putting the bottle of bodyglide on the shelf next to the cuff-chains, and went to look at his phone. He saw a text from Lindsey and lifted a hand, pausing when he realized that his hand might not register on his phone thanks to his gloves. He held his phone in his hand and swiped over the screen with his nose, tapping on the message. He looked at the screen when the message opened:

Lindserino: Hope you figured something out, we're on our way home

Frank felt his entire stomach jolt with sudden nerves as he went to the door of the playroom and pushed it closed slightly, leaving it open just an inch. He knew Gerard would notice it being open and he knew Gerard would also be looking for him. He went to his usual spot and carefully lowered onto his knees on the carpet to wait for his Master.

The moment he hung his head was when a thick glob of spit dropped onto his legs and seemed to run down the sloped latex, seeping between his thighs. He could hear his heart beating in his ears and feel it thrumming in his throat. He was so apprehensive about his current life choices. He technically didn't have permission to be in here, nor did he ask whether or not he could touch any of the items in the room. He hoped that his Master would bypass that rule for the sake of the earnest surprise, in lieu of Frank's attempt to show that he was willing to do this.

Frank watched another drop of saliva fall onto his black pants and he closed his eyes, listening to the silence around him. He could hear little else except perhaps a soft buzz and hum from the tiny cooler fridge that sat under one of the shelves. He didn't check when Lindsey had sent the text through to him and he also didn't know where they had gone for dinner; he didn't know when they'd be home. He also didn't know if Gerard would come straight upstairs to find him. He knew he had to be patient. It was one of the lessons that Gerard had tried to instill in his submissive. And Frank wanted to at least try and be patient, even if it killed him.

An agonizing amount of time later, he broke out of a daydream and stopped visualizing patterns in the carpet, when he heard the faint sound of an engine and the electric gate opening in front of the house. He swallowed some of the spit he had previously given up on, and hung his head, whimpering to himself as he put his hands behind his back. He was also growing very aware of the full ache in his knees and how exquisitely warm it was in his constricting pants. He could tell that the material would never have a hope of protecting him from the cold, but it definitely did a good job at trapping his own body heat.

The front door opened downstairs and Frank could hear faint chatter between Gerard and Lindsey. She laughed lightly at something he said and he could hear someone fiddling with the faucet in the kitchen. Frank would explode if Gerard was choosing right now to make tea.

"Frank?" Gerard called out curiously into the house. Frank wanted to answer, he knew he should always answer when his Master called to him, but it was slightly impossible. He heard his name yet again and winced when he couldn't respond a second time. He heard the soft sounds of the TV being turned on in the living room and then heard boots stomping lightly across the wooden floor of the hallway. Gerard was wearing boots in the house?

The feet stopped right outside the door and Frank saw the shadows underneath the wooden partition. His entire stomach felt as though it were sitting in his throat and open-mouth breathing against his windpipe. He kept his head down when he heard Gerard calls for him, most likely checking in his bedroom. The playroom door opened a fraction and Frank couldn't help but close his eyes in fear of his Master shouting at him.

It never happened.

Frank glanced up for a split second to see Gerard completely frozen with wide eyes as he peered into the room. Frank looked back down, exhaling shakily as more spit fell down onto his thighs. Gerard slipped into the room silently and closed the door behind him.

"You had me worried, pup." Gerard spoke, his voice soft and almost relieved, "You didn't respond. Although, now I can see why. Look at me, boy."

Frank tore his gaze from his Master's shoes as they stopped about a foot away. His eyes roved over Gerard's black suit pants and over the dark purple shirt and his fuschia tie. Gerard's yellow-blonde hair looked exquisite in the red and warm-white lights; his hazel eyes so dark and filled with intrigue.

"You look breathtaking, boy." Gerard commented, "All for me?"

Frank nodded earnestly, swallowing awkwardly as the gag prevented his mouth from closing entirely. Gerard pursed his lips to hide his delighted smile and took a step back to admire his submissive, "What a sight. And I didn't get you anything in return. How thoughtless of me."

Frank whined in response, wishing that he could tell his Master that he was so wrong; that he was the gift in return. He shifted, clenching around the plug, and waited for any instruction. Gerard crouched down sinuously and lifted Frank's head up until they were eye to eye. A smirk played on Gerard's lips as he smeared Frank's spit over his chin teasingly and whispered, "Oh, how I missed you."

Frank stifled the whine that was sitting in his throat as he looked up into his Master's eyes. He shuddered when Gerard's thumb went over his swollen lip. Gerard ran his thumb over Frank's cheek as he stood up and walked away, shedding his blazer on the wooden chair in the corner. He loosened his tie and slid it from around his neck to put it aside and began unbuttoning his shirt. Frank watched as his Master slowly began to undress in front of him, leisurely taking his time as he sat down and pulled his boots off to set them aside. Gerard glanced up from under his lashes at his submissive and got up to remove his shirt entirely. Frank couldn't help the wonderfully timed spindrel of drool that fell from his lips at the same moment.

Gerard chuckled lightly at the response as he threw his shirt onto the chair before he unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his black slacks. He pushed his pants and underwear down to his feet and stepped out of them. Frank's eyes widened as he stared at his Master in the red lighting, whining a plea as he yearned to edge forward and touch. He had always loved Gerard's body and he couldn't wait to touch every inch of it. He had always known that Gerard was gorgeous underneath the layers of tailored material and he was so right. It was a given considering he exercised every single day and ate particularly healthy but Frank was so glad that his Master wasn't muscular. Frank had never found muscle to be attractive in the slightest and he could see that Gerard had some tone to his body and muscle definition to his stomach but it was so slight. His skin was alabaster pale and so smooth that Frank couldn't bear to hold off on making it sweat. And Gerard's legs were even more gorgeous than he remembered them being; long and slender but so powerful.

Frank had completely taken off on a daydream about his Master and hadn't even noticed that Gerard had already replaced his black slacks with a pair of matte-black leather pants that remained unbuttoned. Frank's eyes widened when he saw a simple black harness slip so carelessly over Gerard's chest and sit over his pale flesh as though it were made just for him- it probably was, if Frank knew his Master as well as he hoped. Gerard sat himself on the wooden chair and set his clothes aside on the arm of it before he raised a hand and pointed down between his legs with two fingers. Frank crawled forward on his hands and knees, his head hanging on his shoulders, and sat just in front of his Master.

Frank looked up as Gerard sat back exultantly and lifted a sock-clad foot to push it right against Frank's cheek. He had never even wondered what Gerard's feet would smell like after a day of being in his boots, but even in his lust-addled brain, he knew that the smell was getting to him in the best way. It was so pure and so unabashedly 'Gerard' that it made Frank's stomach jolt with need. Gerard turned Frank's head to the side slowly and trailed the ball of his foot down over Frank's chest and lower until his foot pressed very firmly on Frank's latex-encased semi. He keened at the pressure and slurped back on his saliva, his eyes widening as Gerard's foot ran up and down slowly, hardening him so torturously.

"Such a good boy." Gerard praised softly as he moved his foot away and brought it up, "Put my boots on, runt."

Frank jumped and reached over to grab Gerard's boots that he had set aside. He unlaced it slightly and took Gerard's foot in his gloved hand, leaning in to nuzzle it for just a second before he put the boot over and gently pushed. He edged Gerard's foot into the boot and Gerard set his foot down lightly on Frank's leg, letting him tie it swiftly before he repeated the action with the other shoe. Frank adjusted the laces and the tongues of the boots and sat back, happy with his work.

Gerard looked down at his shoes with his lips pursed, his eyebrow quirked, "Not good enough, pup. Make them shine, little boy."

Frank looked at the dull burnish on his Master's shoes and leaned down, drooling unceremoniously onto the toe of the right boot before he looked up into his Master's eyes and rubbed his fingers over the leather. Gerard watched him with intrinsic scrutiny for a moment and pulled his foot back to inspect the work. He clicked his tongue lightly and added, "Not good enough, yet again. Hands won't do, runt. Try again."

Frank let out a small whine and let more spit fall onto his Master's right shoe before he leaned down and stuck his tongue out as much as he could despite the constricting ring of his gag. He lapped over the shoe slowly and rubbed the slick saliva into the shoe with his cheek. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sheer adoration that coursed through his veins as he did his utmost best to please his Master.

When he had sufficiently covered the entire top of Gerard's shoe and had given it a dull shine, he sat back and tried to ignore how his lips were feeling slightly abused already. Gerard glanced down to inspect the work that his submissive had just done, and lifted his other foot for Frank to continue. Frank bent down spitting on his Master's boot to rub it in with his cheek. He ran spit down the side of Gerard's boot and used his temple and cheekbone to clean the supple hide on his Master's ankle.

He moved back and sat with his hands in his lap, panting lightly as he waited for approval or dismissal on his cleaning attempt. Gerard chuckled at Frank's eagerness and stood up, motioning for Frank to come closer, to which the submissive obeyed instantly and shifted closer on his knees.

"Good boy. Show me what you want, boy. Show your Dominant." Gerard put his foot slightly forward, "Grind on my boots, Frank. Show me."

Frank edged forward, placing himself over his Master's shoe as he held on to Gerard's leg with his hands. He looked up with wide eyes as he rolled his hips back and forth slowly; the pressure of Gerard's foot against his balls was exquisite and it made him moan quietly as he shuddered and put his head against Gerard's thigh.

"Such a good boy. Needy little runt making my boots all dirty again." Gerard purred with a condescending lilt to his voice as he ran a hand through Frank's black hair. Frank whined as he nodded, slowing his hips as he ground down slightly harder. Gerard knotted his hand in Frank's hair and he forced the submissive to look up at him; a string of spit ran from Frank's mouth to where he had been drooling down Gerard's leather pants.

Gerard slapped his cheek lightly in reproach and motioned with a hand toward the bed. Frank scrambled up from where he had been seated and scurried over to the bed. He paused and turned to look at his Master when he realized that he wasn't sure how to position himself. Gerard merely added, "On your back, boy. Arms above your head."

Frank climbed onto the bed and rolled over, laying in the middle of the mattress with his wrists joined above his head on the pillow. He watched Gerard as he walked around the room with eponymous grace, and came to set his implements down beside Frank as though showing him exactly what he was going to be put through. Frank didn't look at what Gerard had set down, and focused on chains that were hanging from the barred frame of the bed itself. Gerard appeared in his vision a second later as he attached the small chain to Frank's wrist and lifted them both. He slid the chain through a steel loop in the iron-columned headboard and attached it to the other cuff. Frank was effectively chained to the bed and he felt a small knot tug in his stomach. Gerard paused and looked down at his submissive, "Signal?"

Frank held up three fingers for his Master, feeling a swell of pride when Gerard continued his task. He disregarded the second chain for Frank's ankles and grabbed a black metal bar that had been laying beside Frank on the bed. He attached one side of the bar to Frank's left cuff and pushed his leg aside to attach the other side. Frank realized then that his legs were now cuffed to a spreader bar and he was unable to close his legs if he tried. The bar was pulled roughly and Frank slid down over the sheets. He heard a chain clinking and figured that the bar was being attached to something at the foot of the bed but he was too afraid to look.

Gerard came back into view and looked at his helpless submissive with a devious smile as he unclipped the gag from Frank's mouth. Frank stretched his jaw and closed his mouth for a small moment before he was forced open and the ring was replaced with a rubber ball.

"As wonderful as those noises are," Gerard whispered as he stroked Frank's cheek, "I plan to make you suffer, runt. And I'm the only one who's going to hear you. I know how loud you are, and my neighbors don't need to be subjected to the same fate."

Frank whined unhappily at the new, and much harsher, ache in his jaw hinge. He lifted his head to allow Gerard to fasten the gag, and then flopped back down on the bed. Gerard stood back to admire his work and ran a hand over Frank's leg, "I'm very impressed with your efforts, boy. You look absolutely delectable in these pants. It's as though you've been poured into them, runt. Made for these legs."

Frank whined at the compliment, his face flushing with color as Gerard unbuttoned Frank's pants to zip them down carefully. Frank had intentionally picked the pair of pants that zipped all the way through from front to back, hoping that it would come in handy, and sure enough he was correct. He felt the brush of fingertips over his dick and he mewled, lifting his hips. Gerard perched himself on the edge of the bed and wrapped his fingers around Frank's length to stroke him slowly. Frank closed his eyes, moaning loudly at the touch, and felt himself growing steadily harder under his Master's touch. He felt Gerard stop after a moment and he glanced down just in time to see Gerard expertly stretch a black band and slide the rubber all the way down to the base of Frank's dick and balls, securing it in place.

Frank swallowed hard at the tight sensation and knew that it was never good to have his come-supply cut off. He didn't want to know what Gerard was planning to do and yet, the sordid little demon in the back of his mind was screaming to find out. He winced at the pain of being forced back into his pants and feeling the tight latex push his erection against his stomach as it was fastened and zipped up.

Gerard grabbed a thick leather strap that looked very much like a collar and unsnapped the press-buttons before he wrapped it around Frank's left thigh and fastened it with the tiniest amount of space available. Frank frowned at the weird leather garter around his leg and then realized with a cold sweat what was about to happen. He hadn't seen the wand in Gerard's hand before, but the moment he heard the vibrations, his entire body ran cold.

He squirmed, crying out when the vibrations pressed against his dick and were forced even harder when the handle of the wand was tucked into his immobilized thigh. The head of the vibrator was pressed right against his dick and it felt absolutely wonderful. He moaned out, wanting to rut against the toy, but his body could barely twist from the position he had been locked into. He could feel the pleasure building so fast in his body already, so heavy under his fired-up skin, but he realized that he wasn't going to be able to get the release he craved just yet.

"There are the noises I missed," Gerard whispered as he crouched down beside the bed to look at Frank with a dark lust in his eyes. Frank turned his head to look at his Master, his eyes wide and pleading as he reached his peak. He cried out softly, his brows creasing as his orgasm revved in his nervous system but never fully ticked over. He tried to jerk his leg, hoping that it would dislodge the wand from his thigh and get it away. He panted and heaved as he thrashed lightly, choking a moan. He clenched around the plug that was still securely lodged inside of him, and he felt it brush against his prostate. He yelped out and tried to sit up before his chest was pushed down by a strong hand.

He could feel the light sheen of sweat breaking over his skin and the latex over his lower half was insanely warm. He felt his release building for a second time as tears pricked in his eyes. He fought against the cuffs and tugged on them, looking at his Master for help. Gerard remained stoic at the side of the bed, his dark eyes roving over Frank in a way that could only be deemed as 'predatory'. Frank's stomach muscles protested the intense vibrations, his entire body bucked as he moaned and whined; the pleasure in his system ran rampant like fire ants over a carcass.

Gerard reached beneath Frank and flipped him onto his stomach with way too much ease. He screamed out, his voice muffled by the sheets, as the vibrator was now securely pressed between his body and the mattress. His wrists were crossed but not uncomfortable and his legs were still wide apart. He felt a hand on his lower back holding him down as he tried to lift himself up and ease the painful shoots of pleasure that never amounted to anything other than frustration.

Gerard walked around to the foot of the bed and unclipped the spreader bar from the chain that kept Frank down. He walked back to the side of the bed and took the vibrator wand from Frank's garter to switch it off but keep it nearby. Frank moaned when his body was freed for a moment. He swallowed uncomfortably and felt more saliva seep into the sheets as his hips were hoisted up into the air. Gerard climbed onto the bed and sat himself between Frank's spread legs, his shins resting on the bar to keep Frank in place. He ran a fingertip along the zipper's teeth from the back-start of the pants and over Frank's hole and down over his balls and over his dick until he took a hold of the zipper. He carefully unzipped the pants and paused as he uncovered the hidden plug that he had definitely not anticipated.

"Such a depraved and shameless mongrel," Gerard whispered as he brushed his fingertip slowly over the rim of the plug and gave it a harsh flick. Frank yelped at the jolt, whining as he pushed his hips back. Gerard twisted the plug slowly and took it in his fingers, pulling it out halfway before he let the silicone bulb slowly slide back into Frank's pliant hole. The submissive whined hoarsely at the feeling and of the stretch of the plug, wanting so badly for it to be replaced by his Master.

Frank heard the vibrations only a split second before he felt them on his thigh. He buried his face in the sheets as the toy moved and was pressed abruptly against the plug. He screamed out and jerked forward to escape the torturous influx of sharp tremors that went right through the butt plug and right against his prostate. He sobbed brokenly as he clawed at the cuffs with his gloved hands. He pushed back deliriously as the vibrator's head was trailed lower against his taint and was pushed gently against the underside of his balls.

He rocked back slowly, whimpering as Gerard wrapped a hand around Frank's dick. He cried out in pain when his erection was pulled backward slightly. It was definitely not meant to go backward when it was hard, and it felt as though it were going to break off. He yelped at the uncomfortable tugging deep in his body and tried to relax to acclimate to the odd sensation. Gerard pumped him firmly before he pressed the vibrating toy right to Frank's frenum piercing. The pinpoint charges of pleasure had him scream again, his throat tearing raw as his body shook with the sheer overture to climax- And still, nothing was given.

Gerard trailed the vibrator up and down the underside of Frank's length, prolonging contact with the profusely-leaking tip before he switched it off and set it aside. Frank was sobbing into the sheets, his eyes squeezed shut as a salty tear or two actually ran into the black sheets beneath him. Gerard toyed with the plug yet again, pulling on it to let it slide back in over and over at least four more times before he carefully removed it. He replaced the large plug with his fingers; he pulled Frank's hole open with the index and middle fingers of both hands, keeping him gaped and overly exposed. Frank whined unhappily at the painful stretch, tilting his hips forward when he tried to get away.

"Such a pretty hole, boy. This hole belongs to me, understand?" Gerard crooned. Frank nodded profusely as he felt Gerard slide three fingers into him and crook them, sliding in and out slowly as he continued to spout filth, "No one else fills this hole unless I say. No one comes in this hole unless I say. No one, slut. Do you... Understand?"

Frank moaned brokenly as he nodded a second time, indulging in his Master's skilled fingers that were working his rim and stretching him so perfectly. He felt Gerard shift and he was pushed down, his hole immediately being pushed into by his Master's dick. Frank groaned at the feel, whining as he adjusted on his knees.

"That's my good little boy." Gerard praised as he put a hand on Frank's hip, "Fill yourself up nice and slow. Show me how you take it."

Frank obeyed the lewd instruction despite how every fiber in his body wanted him to rock himself back as fast as he could. He circled his hips and slid back, moaning as he was slowly filled by his Master. He felt as though the air had been pushed from his lungs by a vacuum; the stretch was exquisite and so much better than he remembered. He felt his Master's pelvis press flush with his ass and he swirled himself again, groaning at the tight grip on his hip.

Gerard pulled out almost entirely and slid back in, a surprisingly loud moan leaving his lips as he snapped his hips forward. He picked up a deliberate pace, his spare hand splayed on Frank's back to arch him down and press his chest into the bed as he thrust into him with a hard pace. Frank's insides twisted over and over as he cried out, each rough stroke into his body drew a sharp and pitchy moan from his chest. He sobbed at the pain of barely any lube, and from the memory of being filled by someone he didn't want not hours before. He hated that he had let someone else inside him, but he knew that each time he was filled by his Master, the pain was being replaced with something ten times better.

"Fuck," Gerard spat out softly as his hand came down, spanking harshly down on Frank's latex-covered ass cheek. The submissive could feel a molasses fog slipping over his brain with each push into him. It was an inexplicable drawing-out of his senses as they were suddenly switched onto an 'eleven'. His inhibitions were dropped to a 'two' in the process, and he couldn't fathom anything else other than the sheer want to please his Master and make him come. Frank's body relaxed against the mattress like slowly melting ice cream, and he let his hips move on their own accord, thrusting in sync with Gerard behind him.

He could see brilliant explosions of color behind his eyelids, his breathing roaring in his ears as it mixed and mingled with his drumming pulse. Another hand landed down flat on his ass and he groaned at the pain, the action had him spurred to move faster. He picked up his speed and let his Master use him, hearing Gerard's short grunts and discordant moans somewhere registering in the back of his mind.

Frank had no idea how long he had been on his knees on the bed but he had succumbed to the intense fog over his head that had lapsed when he had physically orgasmed the second time without actually coming. He realized it ages ago when his veins and nerve endings began to fire with overstimulation thanks to the vibrator that had been bound to his leg. He had run out of tears at least ten minutes ago and was now sobbing brokenly against the bed in a sodden puddle of his own drool.

Gerard leaned over him, pushing into him harshly, and struck his prostate with brutish force. Frank felt his entire body spasm for the third time, his hips rutting back against his Master. The weight and feel of sweaty skin against his back had Frank reeling and pressing his face into the sheets. He felt Gerard's hands on his wrists and the chain was removed from his cuffs, freeing his arms. Frank mewled hoarsely when he felt warm kisses and open-mouthed bites trailing over his shoulder and down to the cleft of his ass. Gerard was panting onerously as he slid out of his submissive to slowly edge his way back in. He put his hands on Frank's ass and pulled, spreading him apart as he repeated the slow push and pull.

"Come here, boy. Give me your hands." Gerard ordered as pulled out completely. Frank heard a delectable sigh leave his Master as he obeyed and stretched his now-free arms back toward him. Gerard took Frank's hands and slid them down to place them firmly over his ass when he added, "Spread yourself for me, boy. Let me see that ruined hole."

Frank moaned as the words hit his ears and he did as he was told, his latex-encased fingers shakily slid closer together before he pulled. He shuddered at the perverse knot that settled in his stomach at the very thought of exposing himself for his Master. He cried out when he felt the gentle press of Gerard's tongue against his used rim, his body quivering as he bit down on the gag and tried to remain in the same position. A grunt left him with a huff of air when he felt Gerard's teeth scrape over the very inner of his left ass cheek before he straightened up to teasingly rub his erection over Frank's hole and his clenched fingertips.

He felt Gerard reach down and pull the tight rubber off from around his dick and balls; the feeling was transcending and painful all at once. Gerard's dick was slowly sliding into him, basing out in one powerful stroke that had his back arching even more to accommodate the length. He had nothing to keep himself upright and his hair was now shadowing over his view and leaving his blurred vision even more speckled. A hand reached up to knot in his hair and pull his head from the bed. He winced at the agony that shot through his scalp, grunting muffled pleas as he was contorted even more.

Gerard picked up a rough pace as he pounded into his submissive, intent on pushing the spaced-out boy through one more final release before he could chase his own climax. Frank felt the hand on his hand slip down to grip the back of his neck in a vice before it wrapped around his throat and he was pulled back. He yelped at the sudden show of strength, whining loudly at the change of angle. The gag was unclipped from his mouth and removed unceremoniously. His mouth remained agape as drool spilled over his chin from the sudden removal of the only thing that was holding most of it back. He was pulled back against his Master's chest with two long arms around him, his lips locked in a surprisingly fiery kiss. He melted into the sudden affection, his body twisted as he reached up to hold Gerard's arm. He lapped desperately at his Master's mouth, so grateful to taste the lips he had been pining for, for over two weeks.

"Such a striking little runt." Gerard whispered as he trailed his lips over Frank's jaw, the two of them panting heavily, "Don't you leave me again. Do you understand?"

"'S, sir." Frank panted out weakly as he felt Gerard's hips grinding against him. His eyes fluttered closed, his head hanging on his shoulders like a deadweight. He felt the warmth of his Master's hand trail over his stomach to wrap around his length and stroke him with languid deliberation. He was pushed back onto the bed a moment later and Gerard lay a sharp slap to his outer thigh.

"Work for your release, boy. If you want it, take it yourself." Gerard ordered simply as he adjusted himself on the bed. Frank whined when he did as he was told, rocking himself back and forth on his Master's exquisite length. He picked up his pace when he felt the beginning fizzles of his climb toward the precipice. He whined loudly, his voice cracking from overuse. The sound was so succinct and louder than it had been. He heard Gerard groan behind him and it spurred him on to keep going, speeding up as the sound of skin-on-skin grew louder.

His fourth orgasm was building so much faster than he had expected and he moaned brokenly when it was stopped short. Gerard pulled out yet again, leaving him unexpectedly empty. Gerard moved back completely and Frank felt the spreader bar completely removed from his ankles. He fell onto the bed and was turned onto his back in a matter of seconds. He stared up at his Master with glassy eyes, whimpering brokenly as he rocked his hips against nothing, his brain still insanely foggy.

"Beautiful boy." Gerard whispered as he hoisted Frank's hips up, putting the yielding submissive's ankles around his neck. Frank groaned at the shift in angle and felt Gerard pushing in with relative ease; his body felt like warm taffy- devoid of any and all bones. Gerard chuckled softly, "Subspace is supposedly very dreamy."

Frank frowned at the words, not quite feeling them resonate when all he could focus on was his Master, and the slow but forceful way that he was being opened and filled. Gerard thrust in to the base, a small grunt left his lips when Frank whimpered and shuddered. He reached over to grab the wand that Frank had grown to know very well beforehand and switched it on to the lowest setting as he ran it over Frank's balls and down to where they were connected. Frank immediately reacted, his back arching as he scrambled to grip the sheets. The gorgeous vibrations flooded his system and made his brain sing like an angel chorus.

Gerard exhaled shakily and began thrusting into his submissive again, his one hand in a tense vice on Frank's leg as the other held the toy against the both of them, swapping it between where he was torturing Frank's hole and up to where he would press it right under the head of Frank's dick. He was so close to coming, his entire body trembling and tensed as he cried, his mouth hanging open as he rutted his hips in a violent attempt to make everything speed up.

Gerard closed his eyes as he focused on the tight clenching of his submissive around him, his head leaning and delicately caressing Frank's foot. He turned, nipping at his arch before he licked a sinuous stripe over Frank's arch. It was all he needed, the cherry on the cake that tipped him over the edge. Frank came with a loud moan, so many sounds bubbled from his throat as he grappled and pawed at Gerard's chest, rocking through his intense release. He came over himself, warm spurts of edged climax spattered his sweaty skin as he was forced to ride out the immense wave. Gerard praised him through it and the sound of his voice alone had Frank's entire body in near-breakdown. It was only moments later when the toy was discarded and he was entirely bent over, his latex-wrapped legs pushed right against his chest as Gerard fucked into him quickly.

His moans were quiet and rampant as he rocked himself, threading a hand into his Master's pale hair, tugging desperately. He ran his other hand over the lean muscle on Gerard's upper arm, feeling it coil and tauten under his flesh like an animal about to pounce on its prey. Gerard came with a small groan, his hips a delirious onslaught as he rode his release and filled his submissive. Frank whined at the feeling, clenching around his Master as he slowed to a staggered stop.

Gerard lifted himself up, letting Frank carefully wrap his shaking legs around his Master's waist. Gerard leaned in, the faces an inch apart. He looked at his submissive intently, his dilated eyes scanning over his hazy submissive, "How are you so perfect?"

Frank whined, a small smile breaking onto his face despite the ability to talk still buried deep in his brain. He probably could if he wanted to, but he didn't feel the need to try. Gerard pulled out slowly, both of them wincing at the overstimulating sparks fizzled down to their toes. Frank blinked thickly as he looked up at the darkened ceiling, his eyes picking up on floating colors of blue and white like dust motes. He was gently pulled into a sitting position and followed willingly, giggling as he almost collapsed back.

"Silly pup." Gerard chided as he pulled Frank into his lap, "I need to get you out of subspace, it seems. One orgasm didn't quite suffice."

"Toes tingle still..." Frank breathed out as he wiggled his toes against the mattress, "You stink like jizz."

"As do you, dear boy." Gerard chuckled as he stood up, lifting Frank with relative ease, "You need a bath."

"'Kay," Frank whispered softly, closing his eyes as he let his Master carry him down the hall.

"Lindsey, darling?" Gerard called as he stood in the hallway.

"Pervert?" Lindsey called back curiously, the living room TV lowering in volume, "No one's dead, right?"

"He's hit subspace."

"I'll make tea," Lindsey called back as Gerard turned to carry Frank toward the nearest bathtub, "There's oils in your bathroom by the soaps."

"I like tea." Frank frowned softly, "'S a cool letter."

"Hush, boy." Gerard whispered, his voice hinted with humor, "You're going to work yourself out completely."

"Can- Can we get funnel cakes tomorrow?"

"Sure."