Two weeks later

"You've been a good boy, Frank," Gerard said idly as he walked back into their playroom. Frank's eyes opened, taking in Gerard's upside-down form as a muffled whimper left his sweaty and drool-swollen lips.

He knew he shouldn't speak a word, God, fuck no, not if he wanted to be up here for fuck knows how long. He just remained as he was, his one ankle in a black leather cuff, attached to a thick rope that was suspended to the ceiling. The strap wrapped around his leg maybe twice before it was attached to another cuff around his thigh, his wrist pressed against his back- clipped to his chest harness, leather straps wrapped up again, keeping his left side still. His right leg bent in a knee thick strap that kept his leg curled whether he liked it or not, harnessed to the same strap further on. His wrist cuff was attached to his knee, roped up to the bar he was attached to, suspended from the ceiling. His face encased in a black leather mask, his eyes open, and his mouth zipped closed. His chest still bound in a black cross harness that Gerard had connected to his collar, his thighs in matching garters that had started to form beads of sweat underneath.

All of it remained damn peachy keen compared to the black silicone ring around his dick, sustaining his erection since he was strung up ages ago. He was mortified every time he heard a dull and soft 'thup' of precome landing on the mask on the underside of his chin or when it rolled down his chest. The inside of his mask was wet and hot, his breathing fugging it up, making him sweat, adding to his panting, his skin tightening.

"You look so good." Gerard smiled, tilting his head to the side before running his hand through his pale yellow-white hair, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black tie loosened in a way that had Frank's mouth running dry. Frank remained silent as his body turned and rotated slightly thanks to the thick chains keeping him aloft. His eyes never moved from Gerard, who was smirking at him in a way that Frank had grown to love, knowing that whatever came after that smirk would tear at Frank's insides and put him in his place- Like the dog he was.

"I think you can come down now. What do you think, boy?" Gerard asked as he reached forward and unzipped Frank's mouth, the latter gasping heavily for fresh, cool air.

"I-I've been good, Master," Frank croaked, "Please, sir."

"You think so?"

"Yes, sir, I do." Frank managed and Gerard's eyebrow quirked before he leaned over, pulling on a crank that let Frank fall with a sudden yelp as he came crashing to the ground. He hit the floor flat on his front with a loud grunt before his legs followed- his body still at a bent angle thanks to the straps- Instant pins and needles. Frank lay there on the floor, panting heavily when Gerard nudged his masked face with his boot, making Frank look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Come on, runt. Follow me." Gerard said simply as he uncuffed Frank's arm from his thigh and from his back. "Did I say get up?"

Frank shied, shaking his head, "No, sir."

"You crawl, dog." Gerard replied and walked out of the room with Frank walking behind him on his hands and knees, staring down at the ground and obeying in silence. Frank followed, looking up when Gerard opened the door, leading Frank into his upstairs study. Gerard wandered over to his armchair and sat down, snapping his fingers at the floor as a gesture that Frank recognized. Frank crawled over, stopping in front of Gerard, who spun his finger around, "Turn to the side, boy."

Frank nodded, muttering a 'yes, sir' and he turned to his side, knowing already what Gerard wanted. He went down on his knees and his elbows, subdued and staring at the ground as Gerard lifted his legs, placing them, ankles crossed, on top of Frank's back.

"Tell me, Frank." Gerard began as he picked up his briefcase, setting it in his lap as he adjusted his feet, the heel of his shoe digging into Frank's side, making him hiss softly in pain, "What are you?"

"I-I don't understand." Frank frowned as he felt fingers on the back of his mask, unzipping it carefully and pulling it off. The cool air hitting Frank's sweaty face deliciously, making him relax slightly. He felt Gerard's shoe on his face, applying pressure to his cheekbone.

"Excuse me, boy? What was that?" Gerard asked, toeing Frank's face with the tip of his shoe.

"I don't understand, sir." Frank corrected quickly and Gerard moved his foot, replacing it where it was but not before he ran his hand lovingly through Frank's sweat-spiky hair.

"Good boy." Gerard crooned and Frank smiled serenely at the loving touch before Gerard's foot was replaced over the other, setting the briefcase closed as he began reading through papers, "I asked you something, didn't I, boy?"

"Yes, sir," Frank replied as he felt the pain in his elbows starting already, but he was grateful that he wasn't suspended upside down still.

"Answer."

"Sir, I..." Frank frowned, his voice wavering, "I don't understand the question."

"I asked you what you are."

"I'm..." Frank frowned, wracking his brain, "I'm yours, sir?"

"Of course you are. You should know by now." Gerard replied with a heavy warning undertone in his voice, "But in this case... You're my what?"

"I'm..." Frank tried to think back to any sort of moment that Gerard's asked this before when- "Oh! I'm your footstool, sir."

"Damn right, boy." Gerard said simply, "And you'll be my footstool for how long?"

"As long as you want, sir." Frank nodded and he heard Gerard hum, obviously satisfied with the answer he had been given.

"Frank?"

"Yes, sir?" Frank readjusted a fraction, trying his best not to show any sign of pain at his current position. The last thing he wanted was to make his Master upset that he couldn't do what he was told. Frank was a good boy; he had to be.

"I want you to do something for me, Frank."

Frank answered earnestly, "Anything, sir."

"I have to read through these contracts I was given to sign," Gerard replied idly as Frank curled and uncurled his fists, trying to ease the uncomfortable burning in his upper arms. Although that was nothing compared to his knees on the polished wood, "But in saying that... I want you, my pretty toy."

Oh. Frank swallowed heavily, his eyes closed, squeezed shut at the prospect of pleasing Gerard, of the possibility that he'd be used to make his Master feel good.

"Do you know what I want, dog?"

"N-No, sir..." Frank gasped as the heel of Gerard's shoe dug into his kidney, his thighs shaking as he withheld the urge to moan.

"On your knees, right here. Now." Gerard ordered, his feet lifting from their perch, placing themselves on either side of Frank as the latter turned to sit facing his Master, eager as all hell, close seconds to salivating as Gerard's dominant stare never wavered. Frank's eyes skated from Gerard's opened legs, his slouched position, his black slacks pulling tight and the somehow-bored but still captivated look in his eye. Frank watched as Gerard put the pages on the armrest, his fingers unbuckling his belt in a slow and teasing manner, unfastening his pants and pulling them down to his thighs, "Get over here, boy."

Frank nodded quickly, sitting up as he reached up with shaking fingers to pull Gerard's tight boxers down, careful to lift them up over Gerard's erection. Frank let out a moan, licking at his bottom lip when he looked up at his Master for a split second, waiting for confirmation.

Gerard's slim fingers knotted in Frank's damp-sweaty hair and edged his head down, the somewhat sturdy and forceful confirmation that he needed to take Gerard up on his order. Frank licked his lips as he nuzzled his face at Gerard's crotch, whimpering at the feel of his Master's dick. Frank pulled Gerard's underwear down as he lifted his hips, just enough give for Frank's shaking and ready fingers to pull his Master out, lips already latching in a wet slick around Gerard's dick, lapping with his tongue. Gerard let a soft whimper fall from his own mouth, a sound that Frank knew to be just for him considering he knew, just as well, that Gerard was a pro at holding in his vocality.

Frank hollowed his cheeks, taking Gerard further into his warm mouth, taking him far down in the first go before he pulled up, hand squeezing the base before he stroked Gerard with his spit-slicked hand. He ran his tongue up the underside, hand slipping into Gerard's boxers to grasp his balls, massaging and squeezing. He glanced up to see Gerard's head back on his shoulders, chest rising and falling rapidly with his lips parted.

Frank let out a groan at the sight of his Master, feeling a soft bubble of pride rise up inside of his stomach at the realization and sheer trepidation that he was the one to make Gerard look that way, feel so good and so good that it took over his body. Frank whimpered as he took his Master into his mouth again, going as far down as he could when Gerard's hand tugged on his hair and pulled him off. Frank slurped at the thick tendrils of spit running from his mouth, whimpering at the tight hold as he looked up at Gerard, who was looking back with a flushed tint to his cheeks.

"Such a good boy." He muttered, his voice rough and breathy, "Taking me like that, so needy and so grateful, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes- fuck-" Frank grunted as Gerard's grip tightened more on his hair, the pain in his scalp shooting down into his chest and his neck.

"And what if I wanted it whether you liked it or not, Frank? What then?" Gerard asked simply as his spare hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly, knowing that Frank could catch glimpses in his periphery.

"W-Would you do it if I didn't want you to, sir?" Frank retorted, panting slightly as Gerard's grip moved from his hair to his throat, squeezing on the side of his neck until his fingers started to tingle.

"That mouth that thinks it can speak so freely is going to get you in trouble, boy." Gerard warned as he reached up, loosening his grip on Frank's neck to clamp his hand down on Frank's jaw, "You should know better by now."

Frank looked at Gerard defiantly, his mouth wide open in a grasp that would leave bruises on his skin. Frank swallowed against his collar, whining unhappily as he continued to glance down at Gerard's slow and deliberate motions.

"And what if I forced your mouth open and fuck it, boy?" Gerard asked, "Gag you open and bind you down, leave you helpless."

Frank let out a long moan, his brain conjuring up the mental image painted for him. The thought of Gerard using him like that was enough to make his knees shake beneath him and his heart skip a frightened beat.

"That got your attention a bit more, didn't it, runt?" Gerard asked as he let go of Frank's mouth and let him fall to the floor, pushing him over roughly. Frank fell with a small grunt, landing on his elbow with a soft huff when Gerard's hand returned to his own slick and leaking erection, thumbing and pumping. Frank remained where he was, watching avidly when he swallowed, wanting so badly to feel the weight of his Dominant on his tongue. Gerard merely chuckled as he got up out of the chair, pulling his pants up slowly, putting himself away. Frank stifled a whimper, frowning to himself as Gerard walked passed him and out of the study. Frank waited patiently until his Master returned, hands behind his back before he sat down again.

Gerard held up a gag, a wide o-ring gag that Frank recognized immediately. He opened his mouth obediently as Gerard leaned forward and slid the gag around Frank's neck, the steel ring sliding behind his teeth. Gerard clasped it shut, smiling down at his submissive who was instantly drooling more than he had been, tongue running over the bottom of the ring.

"Now I can do what I want to this mouth..." Gerard sighed out and Frank looked down at the heavy strain in Gerard's black slacks. He glanced up at Gerard as he unfastened his pants yet again and let them and his underwear drop down to his calves as he pushed them down from his thighs. Gerard sat himself back down in the chair, legs spread as he waited patiently, hands on the armrests and eyes trained on his prized pet, "Not so smart-mouthed now, are we, dog?" Gerard sneered, "Go on, say something."

Frank shook his head, whining as the pooling drool fell like overflow down his chin, dripping onto his exposed thighs in a sticky mess. He tilted his head to the side, trying to ignore the silicone ring still around his swollen dick. He looked at Gerard's hardened erection in his lap and wondered how he seemed so calm and patient with his hands so close without touching. Gerard looked down at his own lap and at Frank with that devilish smirk on his lips, "Oh, I can see it in your eyes, boy. How badly you want it, don't you? Drooling and slobbering like the mongrel you are."

Frank edged forward on his knees, sitting between his Master's legs as he straightened up, whimpering and pleading as best he could when Gerard took Frank by the hair, holding his head up as a large rivulet of spit ran from his mouth. Frank cringed at the pain as Gerard lifted him up, "Beg for it."

Frank frowned at the gag in his mouth, wondering just how Gerard wanted him to do that. Gerard smirked as he pushed Frank back down when he lifted a leg up to put the sole of his shoe on Frank's forehead, pressing firmly as Frank sat back on the floor. He sat completely squat, his entire undercarriage pressed on the cold wood floor with a bent leg on either side of him; the hard flooring began to make his balls ache as he was pushed down with a firm force. Gerard ran the top of his shoe over Frank's cheek slowly, leather skidding slightly on clammy skin. Frank leaned into the gesture, whining as he ran his face over the boot, his cheek slick as he cherished his Master's shoe with all he had in him.

Frank ran his tongue over Gerard's shoe slowly and sucked in a breath, swallowing as he shifted forward, whining as he pressed himself against Gerard's leg. He groaned low in the back of his throat when the press of friction hit him in all the right places. Frank looked up, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he tried it again, rubbing himself against his Master's leg in an attempt to shave off at least an inch of the pent up nerves and frustration in his system. He glanced up at his Master again, giving his best desperate plea in the form of a prolonged stare and pawing fingers on Gerard's exposed thigh.

Gerard's leg slid to the side as he sunk further into the seat, his fingers sliding down over his thigh and back up before he wrapped a hand around himself, moaning low and definitely for Frank's benefit. The sound hit Frank's ears and made his stomach jolt as he watched Gerard touch himself, hand stroking in another deliberate tease; on show for his submissive. Frank sat up eagerly, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm as he took in every detail with greedy eyes. He sat up, wishing and waiting for Gerard to do something, and anything, to and with him.

"Fuck..." Gerard gasped out softly, his hand reaching out to grab Frank's black locks and pull him up higher before he pushed Frank's wide open mouth down on his dick. Frank choked lightly on his Dominant, groaning at the ache in his knees as he relaxed in his Master's touch and let Gerard use him as he wanted. Frank screwed his eyes shut, indulging every other of his senses in his thorough mouth-fucking. He let out a moan as Gerard tugged harder on his hair, body hitching as Gerard sped him up, his hips lifting up as he chased his long-awaited orgasm.

Frank submitted almost instantly, moaning in his throat as the tip of Gerard's dick hit in the same spot. Frank withheld the urge to gag properly as Gerard sped up, rutting in a fevered rhythm into his submissive's fervently drooling mouth. Frank felt his hand gripping in desperation around the base of his own dick, knowing that coming wasn't entirely impossible with the silicone around his dick and balls. He was also silently thanking every single deity that Gerard had gone soft on him and hadn't picked a cock ring in a sturdier material and cut off his orgasm chances completely. He knew he could come, but it was the 'when' that took its sweet time hitting him.

It was the slap to the face that pulled Frank out of his fervid palming, the smack of a firm palm on his cheek overwhelming him completely, bringing him back to Earth and to Gerard, the fog that slipped over his mind made his skin warm and his brain tick over into a new. He felt every ounce of pain diminish into a fraction of what it's original magnitude was, his brain switching from his own release to the one-track resolution of pleasing his Dominant; his subspace hitting him like bricks made of pure clouded mist. Frank's skin prickled and his mouth continued it's stretch around the gag and around Gerard's dick. His eyes opened as he glanced up and looked up at his God, feeling the slick of Gerard's dick against the inside of his cheek and his teeth. Gerard's hand hit his face again before it gripped his jaw tightly, fingers digging, as they had before, into his flesh.

Gerard pulled himself out of Frank's mouth moments after he had completely ravaged every inch of it, spit in abundance as it lay in a thick string between the tip, and Frank's pierced and gagged mouth. Gerard wrapped a hand around himself, pumping roughly before he let out a grunt and a moan worthy of a God. His eyebrows knitted together as he fucked into his fist, stroking through his orgasm as he came in warm white streaks on Frank's pink and heated face. Frank let out a muffled whine as his Master's come hit his cheek and his lips, running in soft tendrils of fluid over his stretched pout.

After torturous minutes of watching his Dominant's exquisite release, Gerard let go of his softening length, panting heavily as he kept his eyes on his submissive. His hazel gaze was heavy-lidded, his eyes were dark and dominant, and they roved every inch of Frank's face. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he slowly and sinuously sat up in the chair.

"Look at you, boy." Gerard tutted in his post-sex voice, rougher in quality than normal, "Disgusting little pup."

Frank swallowed hard as his Master's come ran down the sensitive valley in his neck. He watched Gerard's hands steadily as they reached down and unclipped the gag, removing it from Frank's mouth slowly. Frank licked his lips, tasting his Dominant on his lips like a greedy child with candy.

"So needy and so eager to please after I've hung you up, hmm?" Gerard asked as his index finger trailed through his drying release on his submissive's face, rubbing it in; marking him yet again. Frank couldn't help more of the drool that ran from his swollen lips onto his Dominant's fingers before it was smeared onto his face with the other fluids already seeping into his pores.

"Y-Yes, sir." Frank whimpered, edging forward on his knees, keening as he leaned into the touch, "All for you, sir."

"That's more like it." Gerard crooned, "My good boy. What do you say?"

"Thank you, sir."