"Fuck," Frank cursed out under his breath as he knotted his fingers tighter in Gerard's hair. He watched his Master go down and take all of him into his mouth, the sight alone made Frank feel like he was going to burn up in flames. Frank panted breathlessly, relishing in his reward as he watched Gerard skillfully suck his dick; the wet heat of his Master's mouth felt unbelievable. Every now and again when Gerard would flick his tongue over the head, it felt phenomenal. Frank's free hand gripped the chair arm tightly, his nails dug into the material, stabilizing himself mentally and physically as Gerard continued to blow him.

Amazement resided in the back of Frank's mind over the fact that Gerard had instigated the reward. He had clearly wanted to do it, and that in itself was so new to Frank. Gerard was clearly enjoying it; Frank could tell by the way he hummed. Frank let out a whimper when the vibrations hit his dick, sending shockwaves through his body. Gerard glanced up from under his long lashes as he wrapped his hand around the base, pumping at the same time as he sucked on the head. This was definitely the best blow job ever- Hands down. No reluctant blow job in the past would ever surpass this.

Frank stuttered and tensed when he felt his Master's tongue against his piercing, rolling and flicking at it, playing with it so skillfully. Frank mewled, his insides sparked away hot and steady, simmering as he looked down. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, wanting to watch his Master at work. Gerard was still looking up at him with a darkened lusting gaze that sent a shiver down Frank's spine. That same shudder reached his toes and made his skin prickle. The effect was tenfold as wet swollen lips wrapped around the head of Frank's dick. Gerard's hand continued to stroke up and down his length, Frank keened at the sight and the exquisite sensation, unable to avert his gaze.

The slick of spit on his skin was not enough to be sloppy, but enough to make perfect friction with the grip that Gerard had on him. Frank was astounded by the finesse of his Master's mouth around his length, almost envious of the refined work he made from the obscene act. He was just generally fucking amazing at sucking him off. Frank really wanted to just come in Gerard's mouth; the thought alone made Frank groan as his head fell against the back of the chair, imagining Gerard just after he had come. Frank would have been spaced out but needing to kiss him. He wanted to taste himself on Gerard's tongue, savor the moment before he would want to repay his Master for his reward. With the fact that he had already come once today, he honestly didn't think that he would last at all. He could feel it building up, but then it reached a point and went no further. The blow job felt amazing but the pleasure in him was idling, ticking over but not going anywhere just yet. Gerard squeezed his hand in a tight ring and slid down around the base, making Frank whine, his hips lifting for more.

He wanted to come, he could feel the frustration starting to build up in his system. He took hold of Gerard's hair with both of his hands, unable to control himself when he pushed up, pushing his dick further into Gerard's mouth. The desperation was teeming in his veins again, feeling oversensitive and in need of release. Frank tried to push up with his hips, but Gerard stopped him. His hands came to rest on Frank's thighs, nails digging into skin, making Frank hiss at the pain his Master was inflicting. Gerard looked up at his submissive, admonition prevalent in his eyes, making Frank shrink back in the chair. Trying to take control was definitely something that Frank shouldn't have done, no matter how much he needed it; he just couldn't help himself. The way Gerard had looked at him with his nails digging into the skin on his thighs to hold him still, Frank knew he was in trouble. He just hoped that Gerard would let it slide because of the fact that this was a first for him. The first blow job he had been given since the contract had been finished. It was nothing more than a slight slip up. That was all. Frank felt like he was paying for his mistake when Gerard pulled off, sitting back on his feet before he wiped spit away from his mouth with the back of his hand. Frank groaned in protest, still hard and aching with the ring snugly around the base of his dick, "Wh-?"

His brain had pretty much given up on how to function properly because all that mattered was his orgasm. All other thought processes had been diverted. Frank panted, feeling like he was internally on fire, as Gerard watched him intently. Frank swallowed back, feeling Gerard's eyes on him, the hazel gaze melting his insides like warm ice cream. Gerard got to his feet languidly, a small smirk to his lips that had even more questions popping into Frank's brain. All he wanted was to reach down and get himself off. He was practically gagging for it.

He didn't dare; if Gerard caught him then he probably wouldn't blow him anymore. Not that he was now, but Gerard had said that he needed to work on his stamina, so maybe his reward was supposed to be a form of preparation- Training. Frank remained in the chair, the idea that even rubbing off against something seemed like a fantastic idea right now. He could grind against the side of the chair, or the bed, or even against the sawhorse that Gerard had shown him while he introduced him to the room or anything. Frank didn't care, as long as he could get off.

Gerard would probably call him something rather humiliating if he did do it. The 'slut' insult still rang in Frank's head. Frank would do anything to get release and if Gerard decided that Frank deserved to be called whatever colorful insult that he saw fit, it would probably end up getting Frank off even more. The humiliation and degradation had a wonderful effect on Frank that he didn't know he could have felt.

"Up," Gerard instructed, snapping his fingers at Frank who did nothing more than blink at him because he didn't understand what was going on. Gerard sighed and shook his head before he took the matter into his own hands. Frank yelped when Gerard grabbed his hair and pulled him out of the chair because he hadn't done as he was told. The small amount of 'nice guy' that had been residing in Gerard dissipated quickly when he tugged Frank out of the chair, pulling him over to the bed before pushing him down onto it.

Frank scrambled roughly, pulling himself into a sitting position in the middle of the bed, he watched his Master who looked very annoyed at him- Probably more than annoyed. He stared at Frank with a look in his eyes that made a cold tingle run down Frank's spine. He bowed his head down, closing his eyes to avoid looking at his own dick. He was so sure that he was already going to get scolded over the fact that he had attempted to fuck his Master's mouth. He knew he would receive some form of punishment, the thought made his whole body clench. It definitely wasn't a good idea to even consider touching himself, especially when Gerard stood merely a few feet away from him, watching him with a look of disdain.

"Lie down, boy. On your back," Gerard directed. Frank moved as quickly as possible, trying to hide how his nerves, excitement, and frustration were making him giddy. He lay down, his head on the mound of pillows, watching avidly. His Master walked over to the right side of the bed and took hold of Frank's wrist. Gerard pulled his arm towards the top corner of the bed before wrapping and cuffing it in a leather restraint that was attached to the bedpost.

Frank instantly tugged on it, the leather pinching against his wrist, his heart rate speeding when he realized what Gerard was doing. Frank lifted his head up to watch his Master glide around to the other side of the bed. Frank knew what was about to happen when Gerard took hold of his other wrist, doing the same thing again, leaving Frank powerless, completely vulnerable, and totally exposed on the bed. Frank's head flopped back down against the pillows. He was absolutely fucking riveting because he was so open and defenseless. Gerard could do whatever he wanted to him and Frank wouldn't be able to stop him; Not that he wanted to stop him. Frank's stomach clenched, his skin tingled with anticipation as Gerard moved.

He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking over Frank, his gaze made Frank's insides burn white-hot. Gerard's eyes roamed over every visible inch of skin, scrutinizing. Frank fought back the whimper in his throat, unable to stop how his legs instinctively went to pull up, attempting to cover himself. Gerard grabbed at Frank's ankles when he moved his legs up, pulling them straight again. Frank didn't struggle when he was held down, submitting eagerly, practically teetering when he felt cuffs being wrapped around his ankles, locking them together.

"Such a sight," Gerard spoke proudly, looking at the boy that he had trussed up like some prize, "You do look rather beguiling like this."

Frank breathed through his nose shakily, trying to hold himself together while he watched Gerard walk over to the glass cabinet. He watched his Master, anticipating what he was going to choose. Sordid and degrading fantasies played out in Frank's mind as the leather pinched at his wrists, adding to the layers of arousal and sheer want to please his Master piled on top of him. He could just imagine Gerard picking out the oversized dildo that sat on the top shelf; the one that was definitely bigger and thicker than his Master. Frank couldn't help but imagine himself getting fucked with that, his asshole clenched at the idea, his whole body shuddered on cue. Gerard didn't even pay attention to that shelf. Frank kept his mouth shut, he watched intently. Gerard picked out a gag- The wiffle gag, Frank remembered. He squirmed on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, thrumming with anticipation as Gerard walked back over to him, the ball of the gag lay in his fingers,

"Head up, boy," Gerard ordered and Frank did just that, lifting his head up. In an instant, he thought of something to say, but Gerard stopped him when the gag was pushed into his mouth. Frank muffled out a small noise, an incoherent gurgle that made Gerard smirk while he fastened the gag behind Frank's head. The submissive flopped his head back down against the pillows when Gerard was done fastening the gag, he tried his best to remain still as a small, satisfied smile resided on his Master's face.

"Now, do you remember your signal, runt?" Gerard's voice changed from its previous soft praise, picking up a sudden edge that had Frank instantly melt. The abasement turned him into a hot mess on the bed, back to the same point of desperation that he had been in before. Frank nodded, showing Gerard three fingers on his restrained right hand. Gerard put his hands behind his back, "Yes, your favored 'hidden middle finger'..."

Frank didn't want to have to use it. Something in him was telling him that he could do this. If he could withstand and enjoy the spanking he had received earlier then whatever Gerard was about to do to him was going to be something that he wanted to see through. Gerard removed his lilac shirt again, tossing it onto the chair behind him. Frank couldn't help tugging on the cuffs when Gerard started to take off the few items of clothing he was wearing. He removed his boxers, leaving Frank grunting against the gag in his mouth and wishing that he wasn't tied up. Wishing that he could just get a hand around his Master.

Gerard climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Frank's bound legs, looking down at him as he ran a hand along his already hardening dick. Frank couldn't tear his eyes away; completely transfixed and wanting. Gerard stroked his length, hardening in his palm as he tilted his hips to slide through the tight ring of his fingers. Frank whined as he watched, completely powerless, immobilized, and totally mesmerized.

"Look at you. So desperate. My disgusting little boy." Gerard taunted, still with a hand on his dick. Frank whimpered, the tone going right to his already overworked senses. He wriggled beneath Gerard in a pathetic attempt to move, "You want this, don't you, boy?"

Frank nodded fervently in response, sucking on the ball gag when he realized he was drooling in floods, unable to stop the spit that was currently working its way down his face. His tongue stud tapped against the gag, making it even harder to control the spit leaking out of his mouth.

"But do you think you deserve this, boy?" Gerard questioned again, watching the way Frank paused. He knew it was all on purpose now; the way his Master kept a hand on his dick, stroking it, making the most sinful noises for Frank's ears. The submissive finally nodded the tiniest of nods, hoping and praying that Gerard would finally give him what he needed so badly. Gerard tilted his head to the side as he thumbed at the leaking slit of his dick slowly, "You really think you deserve this after you tried to take control? Or have you forgotten about your little misadventure?"

Frank felt like kicking himself if he could. That one moment where he had let his need take over, his hunger had brought on this one moment where his Master was continuously winding him up. Frank felt like he couldn't do anything but refused to nod. It felt too risky to respond, especially when Gerard had all the power in the world over him.

"Don't think for a second that I was going to let that slide, dog," Gerard told him, making Frank shrink as he hopelessly pulled on the cuffs, mentally cursing himself. If only he had been able to control himself a little more, but he was reveling in the effect that this was having on him. Frank just lay there, mesmerized by his Master, willing to do anything and everything for him. Gerard brought his hand up to suck on his thumb, tasting himself with a low him in the back of his throat. He looked down at his wide-eyed submissive, "Your ill-considered behavior was egregious and I am very disappointed in you, boy."

Frank whimpered behind the gag, unable to properly vocalize as another tendril of spit bubbled from the corner of his mouth and began to run towards his ear. Usually, after being told off, he felt as if his tail were between his legs but if anything, Gerard's words were having the opposite effect on him. He was getting such a kick from the intricate and over-complicated words. He knew that Gerard was admonishing him and he could feel the knot in the pit of his stomach getting tighter because of it.

"This kind of conduct would usually warrant punishment," Gerard informed Frank, watching his sub's eyes go wide. Gerard smirked, letting go of himself now that he had got Frank's full attention.

"I know what you want, but that is not even close to what you deserve," Gerard leaned over the trembling boy sinuously. Frank's breathing faltered when Gerard looked down at him, he tried to look away but he was transfixed. Gerard whispered, "A disobedient pup needs to be put in his place and taught a lesson, don't you think?"

Frank didn't move a muscle. He didn't dare while Gerard looked him over, eyes scanning. The silence around them was deafening. Frank closed his eyes, praying that someone or something was going to take control of himself. He was absolutely thrumming when Gerard spoke again, barely above a sordid whisper.

"Maybe some time in the cage would teach you how to behave," Gerard decided, watching Frank react to his words, "Certainly a fitting place for such an unscrupulous mongrel who forgets who his Master is the moment that he gets a reward."

Frank shook his head vehemently, whimpering and trying to speak. Nothing but muffled sounds came out even though he was practically begging for Gerard not to do that to him; he wouldn't do it again.

"No?" Gerard raised an eyebrow at Frank, watching the boy squirm against his cuffs, "So, you're deciding on these things now, are you? My, my, I thought you knew who was in charge here. Am I going to have to remind you, boy?"

Frank stilled, he knew that keeping quiet was probably going to be the thing that kept him on the bed and out of the cage. All he wanted was his Master, not some time-out because he had forgotten how to behave. Frank clenched his fists and sucked on the ball gag again, spit was running down and pooling against his collarbone. It had spilled over his skin and trailed in a line down the bed beneath him in a steadily growing puddle. He tried to breathe as evenly as possible through the plastic and remained still, looking away from Gerard.

"You need to learn control, my boy," Gerard reminded him, his voice softening a fraction as he moved back to kneel over Frank's legs, still looking down at him as he ran a hand through his hair, "One way or another, you will. Especially with what I've done to you now."

Frank frowned at the words, staring up at his Master with genuine confusion because he had no idea how cuffs were supposed to teach him about controlling himself. Gerard saw the question marks that manifested in Frank's eyes and he smirked knowingly, "You really have no idea what I have done, do you?"

Gerard snorted when he saw the innocent furrow in Frank's brow, "To teach you some control and rein in your trigger-happy urges. Do you know what the purpose of that ring is?"

Frank shook his head, and Gerard began to explain as he reached down to run his fingertip over the cockring around Frank's aching dick, "The main purpose of a cock ring is to restrict the blood flow, causing the wearer to have, and maintain, a stronger erection," Gerard paused when Frank let out a small whimper at the touch,

"But it can also delay orgasms. Meaning that you, my boy, won't be coming until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

Frank's body was screaming out for release. He muffled out a noise, tugging on the cuffs before he realized his actions were completely futile. There was nothing he could do about it and even if he could, Gerard had spoken. Frank caved, breathing out heavily through his nose before nodding, understanding why Gerard was doing this to him.

"I could fuck you for as long as I want and, all the while, you wouldn't be able to come. You wouldn't be able to do anything about it, just lying there all helpless," Gerard's voice darkened, his words made Frank whimper around the gag. The idea sounded like heaven and hell all at once. Frank wanted Gerard to fuck him for however long he wanted; continuously slam into Frank like his only purpose. It sounded so wrong, but Frank wanted to be used- To please his Master. The only part of it that felt like hell was the part where he wouldn't be able to come. The constant torrent of pleasure that would go on for however long Gerard saw fit.

His Master shifted on the bed and took hold of Frank's ankles. He lifted and bent him, making Frank whine. The cuffs tugged on Frank's skin as Gerard got between his legs. The air left Frank's lungs quickly as he panted, he felt like he couldn't breathe properly as his legs instinctively tried to tighten around his Master's waist. He wanted his Master in him, fucking him again. Frank sucked on the gag, uncaring about the spit leaking down his face. All he cared about was how Gerard was rubbing against him ever so slowly, the lewdest noises left his perfect lips in a teasing lilt. The self-gratification made Frank wish that Gerard would just do something to him. Gerard was grinding against him and it made his mind stutter and fail.

Frank practically melted onto the bed when he felt the blunt nudge of dick against his hole. Frank moaned out against the gag, his head tilted back, his whole body burning up as Gerard continued to press against him. Not pushing in, just rubbing and endlessly teasing. Frank desperately tried to push against Gerard and cried out when Gerard's hand slapped down on his thigh. He realized that he had done wrong and he whimpered, recoiling and wanting to apologize for his mistake. Gerard was so close but so far away from what Frank craved; it was just a natural reaction.

"You're lucky I want to fuck you," Gerard spat out, his hand reached into Frank's hair, he tugged harshly and Frank bit down on the gag, he cried out as the pain rang out across his scalp. His eyes watered as Gerard watched him with a look of disgust on his face, "If I didn't, then your continuous misdemeanors would result in severe punishment. I've never known a sub to have such lax control and behavior."

Frank wanted the muffled noise he made to sound like 'sorry, sir', but it hadn't; all it had done was made him sound pathetic and frantic. Such a slut like Gerard had called him earlier. Maybe he was, but only because of his Master. At least he could put it down to the fact that he was still new to this. He just hoped that Gerard would understand that, too.

"I should leave you like this, dog," Gerard sneered, clearly tempted by the idea, "Teach you some manners and, hopefully, you will learn that you can't have it your way. I am your Master and you will do right to remember that, or you will face the consequences when you keep testing me. Do you understand?"

Frank nodded, wincing at the iron grip Gerard still had on his hair. He looked down at Frank, "Now, if I hear one noise from you, you will be in the cage for the night," Gerard spoke quickly, letting go of Frank's locks. He shifted and bent over Frank, teasing him before pushing in. Frank instantly wanted to moan out as Gerard filled him roughly. Frank winced at the sting he felt because of the lack of fresh lube. He was still somewhat slicked up from earlier, but it wasn't enough. The burn of the stretch made Frank's whole body turn to putty. The pain and the pleasure rose as Gerard pushed all the way to the hilt in one stroke. Frank silently moaned as he bit down on the gag, fighting against every fiber in his body that was willing him to vocalize just how good it felt to have his Master buried in him again.

"Good boy," Gerard purred out, watching the way Frank contained himself. Frank writhed beneath his Master, pulling on his wrist cuffs, his ankle binds pinching as he tried to keep his legs up and around Gerard, "You do have it in you to listen to me."

Frank breathed heavily through his nose as he tried to adjust to being filled so rapidly. He guessed that Gerard wouldn't give him time to adjust, the niceness had dissipated the moment that Frank first fucked up in the chair. Frank just tried his best as he bit down on the gag. Gerard leaned down and licked a wet stripe from Frank's jaw up to his cheek, making Frank stifle another moan somehow successfully. He had no idea how he was doing it; maybe there was a shred of control in him after all. Or maybe it was the fear of being thrown into the cage under the bed for the night that had silenced Frank. He breathed heavily and quickly, his breathing rapid and huffy as Gerard moved. He nearly pulling out completely before he slammed back in, he watched the way Frank's face contorted while he tried to hold back so many noises. The rough pace was set instantaneously, not giving Frank a chance to grow accustomed to the onslaught of sharp thrusts. His eyes rolled back as he attempted to control his body's natural need to be vocal. The near-dry slide of Gerard's dick in and out of him was sublime. The pain and the pleasure, such a heady combination that had the knots in the pit of Frank's stomach tightening up. He could barely hold himself together but the silicone ring that sat snugly around the base of his dick made the orgasm that was buried in him just hum.

And eventually, after God knows how long because Frank had no idea, it became too much. Gerard had kept up the constant and brutal pace for what felt like forever. Every now and again, through the tears, Frank had dared to look up at his Master. He could see the sheen of sweat that was covering him and the dark haze over his eyes, the sight alone made Frank want to come, but he just couldn't get past the barrier that was stopping him. His whole body screamed out for what was barred. He couldn't just keep him like this forever and it would be worth it. That was what Frank kept telling himself as Gerard continued, his desperately rapid thrusts made Frank want to cry out from behind the gag, so lost in the built-up static in him.

Frank was sobbing silently, sniffling and slobbering because he could barely take it anymore. He felt like he was dying, his whole body tensing up as the need started to overtake every other thought he had. The sound of Gerard over him, the feel of him thrusting nearly-dry, the skin against skin; Frank was on the brink but held back. He clenched his fists as he tried to hold onto the tiny shred of sanity in him that was somehow holding him together. He pulled on his wrist cuffs, his head tilted back as he hoped and prayed, as he needed and wanted to demand. He had to remain silent and to let Gerard use him, which, in all honesty, turned Frank on more. He was past the point of it feeling good, he felt over-sensitive but without the orgasm coming before it. Every muscle in his body felt taut and strained, his skin tingled with uncomfortable heat.

"Such a good boy. My good boy," Gerard panted out, his voice rough and sounding like pure sex to Frank. The submissive closed his eyes when the bubbling heat swirled and twisted in his gut because of the way his Master sounded. Thank God for the gag that stifled his noises, it did nothing to stop the intense amounts of saliva that clung to his skin and made him feel so sticky. It had mingled with his tears and had run over his jaw and neck, his hair damp against his nape. There was nothing he could do about it.

The way Gerard looked at him when he was like that, he looked like he wanted to devour him. Frank would more than willingly let him do if it meant that he would be able to come at the end. Gerard tilted his head to nip gently at Frank's calf that was resting on his shoulder, "So well behaved. I think someone deserves to come, don't you?"

Frank stopped himself from nodding; something in him made him think that it was a trick question. He didn't nod and he just waited not-so-patiently, seeing if his lack of response was the right thing to do or whether Gerard was going to give him permission to respond.

"Very good," Gerard praised him sweetly, "Conduct like this deserves recompention."

Frank didn't know what Gerard meant by that with his articulate words, but he caught on pretty quickly when he felt fingers gripping at the ring around the base of his dick. Gerard pulled and slid the ring off before it was discarded on the bed. He picked his rhythm back up as Frank started to feel the once-blocked off swell in his gut starting to grow. He knew what was coming and he was more than ready for it. Frank felt his thighs start to shake and he tried to breathe, the overly-tight coils in the pit of his stomach began to unravel. The heat blossomed and spread, hotter than he imagined; it felt more than he expected. Something that Frank had never felt before. The surge in him grew and grew, overtaking any form of orgasm he ever had before when it hit him like electricity passing through his whole body. From his curling toes to his clenched fists, it felt indescribable, like multiple orgasms all at once hitting him and knocking him stunned. The intensity was more than he expected as his whole body lurched on the bed, warm come streaked his stomach and chest as he came, still fighting back the urge to make a sound. His jaw clenched as he bit down hard on the gag, breathing through his nose as the orgasm continued to course through him for longer than he imagined, sending shockwaves rippling through his whole body.

Frank screwed his eyes shut so tight that he could see colors behind his eyelids, sobbing soundlessly as bubbles of saliva ran in a freshly globbed tendril over his ignited skin. He had never come that hard in his life; never before had he felt his mind shatter into so many pieces. It still hadn't tried to piece itself back together because Gerard was still going. He hadn't stopped, and the overworked nerves in Frank had him clenching and wanting to stop but also not. It felt too good to stop, even though he was starting to feel sore. He rode out the orgasmic fizzles as he was praised, thankful toward his Master for fucking him through his blissful release.

Frank felt like he was going to go limp, completely wiped out but hanging onto everything while Gerard chased his release. He had a vice grip on Frank's legs that were over his shoulders, his teeth gritted and jaw clenched. His thrusts were growing erratic and stuttered as he closed in on his own climax. Frank savored the furrow in his Master's brow, mesmerized by how perfection dripped from every feature.

Gerard came a few short, sharp thrusts later, his whole body tensed while he released, spilling into his submissive a second time that day. He relaxed slightly, panting as he pulled out before collapsing onto his submissive. Frank didn't even pay attention for a second, totally spaced fucked out, staring up at the ceiling above him. He wasn't even properly focused on anything until he felt the bed shift next to him. His legs were moved up as Gerard climbed out from between them. He looked away from the ceiling when he felt the cuff around his left wrist being unfastened. Then the right when Gerard leaned over him. Frank instantly went to rub his red wrists, lifting his head up when the gag was unfastened. His mouth felt sore; Frank wiped the drying spit from his face, still panting quietly, still recovering from the intensity.

Gerard unfastened Frank's ankles and set the cuffs aside before he came to a stop in front of his submissive. He tucked a hand under Frank's damp chin and tilted his head up. They locked eyes and Frank immediately felt as though he should have looked away but he didn't, he couldn't. Gerard bent down, kissing Frank chastely, a bare brush on his swollen lips to signify that he had done well.