"How are you feeling today, boy?" Gerard asked as he walked into Frank and Derek's office, making them both look up from their work at their boss who was standing in the adjoining doorway, leaning casually and dressed in his dark emerald suit, "You said this morning that you were feeling under the weather, correct?"

"Oh." Frank turned in his chair, ignoring the ache in his back muscles, "Still a bit flat but I'm okay, sir."

"Well, once you've finished that with which you're busy, I need you to come and take notes for me, alright?"

"Yes, sir."

Gerard looked at Derek with a smile, "So how is your Lindsey doing, Derek?"

"Oh, she's great." Derek took a sip of his coffee, "We went away this weekend to see her folks in Delaware."

"That sounds lovely." Gerard smiled simply, "I must say, that this weekend was rather nice for myself, as well. I had some quality time with an old friend from college. You remember Ty?"

"Joseph?" Derek nodded and Frank looked up in surprise, "How is the skinny giant?"

"As scrupulous and sarcastic as ever, I'm afraid." Gerard chuckled, "He asked about everyone here. Said he enjoyed my birthday festivities this year and meeting you all. I feel rather bad that I hadn't seen him since that night."

"What did you get up to?" Derek asked and Frank saw the small smile work its way onto Gerard's lips as he looked at his nails idly.

"Oh, you know. Caught up over brunch and what have you. Nothing that we don't do when we see each other most times." Gerard smiled knowingly, "He's still doing what he does."

"Sounds terrifying." Derek muttered softly, "Glad he's doing okay, though, y'know, after what happened and all."

"Oh yes, unfortunate circumstances." Gerard nodded gravely as Frank looked between the two of them, "But he's picking himself up again slowly, putting himself out there."

"Good."

"Come on, boy. Notes." He ordered sternly and walked back into his office. Frank jumped up, grabbing his notebook and a pen before he rushed into Gerard's office and closed the door quietly behind him, "So obedient and punctual today, I like it."

Frank flushed pink and stood there, waiting for his Master to say something when he glanced up to see Gerard eyeing him, sitting back in his leather chair, "Give me but a moment, I'm merely gazing upon my most prized possession."

Frank stifled a strangled gurgle as he looked down, gripping the notebook to his chest tightly when he heard Gerard telling him to sit. Frank wandered over, perching in the chair across from Gerard, sitting straight up with the book in his lap. "And this?" Gerard asked, his voice layered with curious amusement, "All this good behavior of which I am on the receiving end?"

"I-" Frank frowned to himself, "I-I want to be good, sir."

"I'll say." Gerard replied simply, "Subdrop and all, you're doing far better than I expected."

"Thank you, sir." Frank smiled slightly.

"We can do notes tomorrow." Gerard smiled, "You can relax for the rest of the day, boy."

"Sir, I-I don't want to do nothing. I mean I-" Frank realized that he had spoken out of line and pursed his lips, looking back down, "Sorry, sir."

"That's quite alright." Gerard waved a hand, "I can understand how you'd feel like you're being unhelpful. What about some training? We never got to start with submissives yesterday."

"Yes, sir." Frank smiled as he set his notebook down beside him on the floor and waited patiently as Gerard set his laptop aside, clearing his throat. Frank bit his lip, "Sir?"

"Oui?'

Frank sucked in a breath at the sudden language swap that caught him off guard, "What were you and Derek talking about earlier? With Ty? What happened to him that Derek knows?"

"Oh, it's nothing abhorrent but back in April, for my birthday, I had a small get-together and, naturally, I invited everyone. It was also just after Ty's submissive at the time, Ethan, had decided not to renew their contract after five years and it was rather a rather ugly end."

"Oh." Frank pursed his lips, "Poor guy."

"He'll be fine soon enough, boy." Gerard smiled, waving a hand dismissively, "Now should I continue your training?"

"Please, sir."

"Well, I don't think I need to explain to you what it means to be a 'submissive', do I?"
"What's your take on it, sir?" Frank tilted his head curiously as Gerard got up, shrugging out of his emerald-colored blazer, setting it aside before he sat back down and casually began rolling up his sleeves.

"Well, to me, being a submissive is being one who finds power in yielding to another. It is... I find that a submissive is generally free to do whatever they desire, whenever they desire. And yet, with all that freedom and power, they choose to kneel. That is why I find submission so beautiful, so conscious of the decision to hand that wielding power over to someone else over you." Gerard sighed, "I could never fully be a submissive for more than a scene at a time, it's not who I am but I admire them so wholly, and you as well, my boy. What it is that you do, I marvel in it more than you realize. As much as you worship me physically, it is I who puts you on the highest pedestal in regard."

Frank's face flared bright crimson as his heart fluttered in his chest, "Wow."

"Of course, you know all of that." Gerard finished his second sleeve with acute accuracy and neatness that Frank could never hope for, "Now let's get to it. The first type of sub is known as a 'conceptual sub'. This is the popular one in this day and age. They learn from the internet, from books and novels, and all sorts of erotica on how to be a submissive. They are a submissive in concept but don't have much practice. There is nothing wrong with this subtype other than their only drive is to lead a BDSM life primarily online. Yes, that's right..." Gerard caught Frank's surprised gaze, "This is the online sub that has a vanilla life and no desire to live that way out of the internet."

"That sounds exceptionally boring." Frank sighed, his brows knitting together at the idea, "I don't think I could do that."

"Quite right." Gerard chuckled, "The next is a 'mental' sub- no, not straitjackets and padded cells, boy."

"Oh." Frank snickered, looking down at his lap as Gerard shook his head.

"The 'mental' sub means that BDSM is what works with them in their headspace or thoughts in order to play it out in real life. There are a few factors that indicate a sub is a mental sub, one is they like different levels of submission. What they need one day they don't the next. Dom's will be in a power struggle with this type because this sub doesn't always communicate. The other characteristic of this sub is that love is often optional." Gerard shrugged, "They're considered a part of the lifestyle of course but there are limitations to a Dominant's tether."

"Naturally." Frank snickered.

"Ah, the 'romantic' submissive." Gerard smirked, "This is the sub that finds solace in the emotions invested in submission. Love is a mandatory piece of this sub's makeup. This subtype wants to surrender everything without becoming the 'slave' archetype. They are in love with the idea of submission and pour their heart into their submission without thoughts of an end."

"Yeah, thought that was me until you said 'without becoming a slave'." Frank muttered softly, "Ugh."

"Oh, is that so?" Gerard tilted his head to the side, "Love is part of it, Frank?"

"I- Wh- Next." Frank felt his cheeks heat up as he looked away, internally cursing himself.

"Alright. The 'bedroom' sub; as many bored wives wish to be. This sub is interesting. Their submission is real, make no mistake about that one, but their submission is triggered by their environment. When they walk in the door and they lock it, or at night as the bedroom door closes, the submissive in this sub comes out to play. The characteristics of this sub are vital, in that this sub is driven by sex and sexual need. Often you will find that this sub, due to the sexual need is a switch and can take either role. They only come out in the bedroom and not in the whole lifestyle ordeal."

"Oh, I see." Frank nodded, "I get that, yeah."

"Next, my boy. Is the 'brat' type."

Frank sighed, "That's me, isn't it?"

"Brats," Gerard smirked, "Are a kind of submissive who likes strength. They like to be overpowered and, generally, they present themselves as quite decent but love quite hardcore things. A brat is likely to provoke the Dom in order to earn punishment and discipline. Brats believe it is a game but sometimes they are unable of empathy and are unable to say when the Dom has no time/energy for them. Brats are ideal if you want to relieve stress, however."

"Sounds about right." Frank frowned, shrinking in his chair, his cheeks flushing.

"Sit up straight, this is an office, not the beach." Gerard suddenly quipped, making his submissive jump in fright and straighten up in his chair, "Thank you."

"Sorry, sir."

"Now brace yourself. 'Littles; are next." Gerard chided and Frank withheld the urge to grimace, "A 'little'; typically referred to as a 'good girl', 'good boy' or a neutral term like 'child' or 'baby' what have you. These submissives worship their Mommy or Daddy Dom. They will do anything to please him or her because they knows that Daddy makes it his mission to care for them and to protect them. Since they are secure in his feelings for them, they trust their Daddy and submit to him completely. They put their Daddy's needs first and pleasing him is of the utmost importance to them. In return, he fulfills their needs and disciplines them when needed. As I explained, they go into a child-like headspace and often dress and act as such with varying ages anywhere from one to six years old usually."

"Hard pass, thank you," Frank whispered under his breath, watching Gerard carefully.
   
"'Princes' and 'princesses'." Gerard continued, "Not quite like a 'little' but similar. A 'prince' differs slightly from other subs in that he is willing to serve and submit, but only if what he is doing will get him what he really wants. A prince loves being spoiled and pampered all day, there is another side to the prince role, and that is: 'prince by day, slut by night'- so to speak."

"I- Wh- You..." Frank's eyes widened as he looked at his Dominant, who was gazing back, elbows on the desk, chin resting on his clasped hands with an amused glint in his eyes that resonated in his lips all too well.

"I'm rather fond of you being my 'prince by day'." Gerard added, watching Frank look down again and internally flail, "It suits you. Shall I continue?'

"For the love of God, please." Frank's voice came out strangled.

"The next type of submissive is the 'pet'." Gerard took a sip of his glass of water nearby as Frank grimaced yet again, "Pets are submissives who enjoy playing the role of an animal, often a puppy or kitten to their Master, Owner or Handler. Entry-level animal play may involve imitating the sounds of animals, crawling about on all fours, being hand-fed or petted, or wearing a collar."

"Right." Frank frowned at the mental image.

"Additionally, when taken to a more extreme level, Masters might restrict their pet's movements by keeping them in a cage or off the furniture or force them to use a litter box rather than a human toilet."

"I'm good, thanks," Frank whispered and Gerard nodded understandingly.

"Ah, the 'slave'," Gerard's smile was wicked, making Frank's stomach knot, "A 'slave' within the BDSM lifestyle is someone who consents to surrender themselves as the property of their owner. Duties, expectations, acceptable types of sexual activity, clothing, diet, routines, and more."

"So, like me?" Frank piped up and Gerard tilted his head, "I mean, I know you said I'm not your property, but-"

"You're still constituent as my slave, yes. Except I don't call you as such because I don't like the term as my personal preference." Gerard chuckled, "Lastly we have the 'domestic servant'. The domestic servant lives to serve and fulfill the needs of the household. This form of submission includes taking care of all household chores and tasks. You fall only somewhat into that sub-type, though."

"Is- Is that it?"

"The greatest hits, it would seem." Gerard replied simply, "Which I'm glad for because we're leaving early today."

"W-We are, sir?"

"Give me one moment, stay where you are." Gerard got up out of his chair and opened the door to Derek, "My meeting for three today, it hasn't canceled, has it?"

"No one's called."

"Pack your things, you're coming with me to keep notes on my meeting, boy." Gerard snapped his fingers at his assistant, who got up and ambled into his office as Gerard went to pack up his own belongings. The first thing Frank did when he sat down was check the schedule diary beside him, noting that there was indeed a meeting for today at three this afternoon. He frowned. How did he miss that? He shrugged, saving all of his work before he closed his computer, shutting it down before packing and neatening his desk.

"Oh, and Frank," Gerard appeared, "We're taking my car with Maurice, when you're done you may go and wait for me."

"Yes, sir." Frank muttered as Gerard disappeared again and he heard Derek chuckle, "What, Zanetti?"

"Yes sir, no sir, is my nose deep enough in your ass, sir?" Derek mimicked Frank in a high pitch, "God, you're lucky I know you better, brown-nose."

"Oh, piss off." Frank muttered, "I'm getting him to like me."

"He likes me just fine without my lips permanently planted on his left ass cheek, Iero." Derek muttered, chuckling as Frank blushed bright red. Derek obviously assumed the blush was because Frank had been caught out but no, the blush was purely a reaction to the mental images that had surfaced from the dark recesses of Frank's sordid skull.

"I," Frank stood up, pulling his satchel over his shoulder, "Have no idea what you mean."

"Sure, you don't."

"I'm not a kiss ass!" Frank hissed vehemently and Derek turned in his chair, blue eyes sparkling with childish delight.

"Alright, prove it." Derek stated simply, "Instead of staying late tomorrow night like you always do, come out with us for a drink. You owe me one."

"I..."

"That's what I thought." Derek snorted smugly and Frank scowled, building up his resolve.

"Fine. I will." He replied simply, stalking out as Derek turned to look at him in surprise. Frank scowled heatedly as he walked out of the building, looking around for Gerard's Mercedes. He crossed the parking lot towards the sleek black car and opened the back seat door. He climbed in, his bag between his feet, and closed the door again.

"'Sup, Maurice?" Frank greeted the old chauffeur with a nod as he leaned slightly against the door.

"Master Frank." Maurice greeted with a small head bow, "Shall I turn on the AC for you, sir?"

"Please," Frank muttered as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through the inane notifications of things he didn't care about. The door beside him opened and he looked up to see Gerard climb in with more grace than Frank had in his entire body. He slipped his phone back into his pocket, smiling slightly. The smile faltered into a deep frown as Gerard slid further into the car, a splash of bubblegum pink had Frank's blood pressure rise. He looked at Josh from behind Gerard's head, scowling as the submissive closed the door lightly, "What in the f-"

"Frank," Gerard warned lightly as Frank looked down, effectively silenced, his eyes instantly noting that Josh and Gerard's thighs were touching. He knew the car was somewhat cramped and it was unavoidable but the jealous miasma in his stomach bubbled violently. Frank scowled, folding his arms over his chest as he looked out the window, watching cars and buildings pass.

"Frank, behave yourself." Gerard warned before he sighed, putting his arm around his submissive, "Honestly, how you're twenty-two is beyond me."

Frank preened internally, smiling as he leaned closer into Gerard, head on his chest as Gerard ran reassuring circles on Frank's shoulder. Frank heard Josh suck in a shaky breath, a small and almost nervous simper leaving his lips as Gerard took Josh's hand in his, muttering softly to him to calm him. Frank scowled darkly at the other submissive, knowing that if he could hiss and spit like a cat, that he would be. Frank scowled, wanting only to open the door and push Josh out onto the road, smiling delightedly at the thought.

"That's better." Gerard whispered when he saw Frank smiling, "Much better."

"Yeah." Frank smiled still, eyeing Josh, "Totally."

"We're almost there. I need you both to be on your best behavior, understand?"

"Yes, sir." Frank and Josh muttered in unison when the car came to a stop a few minutes later.

"We are here, sir," Maurice stated firmly as Josh opened the door and ushered Gerard out. Frank growled softly under his breath as he got out of his own side and closed the door, rushing over to stand at Gerard's side and a step behind as always. He put his hands behind his back as he turned to look at Josh beside him, sticking his tongue out.

Josh frowned back at Frank as he straightened up, hands behind his back, and put his head down. The blatant ignoring of his gesture had Frank seething as he did the same, frowning as Josh went into 'sub-mode' rather than 'business assistant'. He looked up at the house that was brown and definitely dated. The bottom floor was all a camel-colored brick, the top floor was rust-red and white square siding that matched the roof tiles. There were neatly trimmed knee-high hedges on either side of the stone path and beautiful ivy creeping up the right side of the house. They walked up the two steps onto the sheltered front porch where Frank saw the black front door and the stained glass that created an ornately serene of one of those pictures Frank saw. That posed person sitting with their legs crossed and the rainbow circles down their body that corresponded to each chakra. Frank only recognized it because of his mom.

And then it hit him.

This was a different type of meeting.

Gerard had already rung the doorbell by the time Frank had caught on, his internal gears whirring away, trying to figure out what was happening when the door opened.

"Bonjour, vieil ami."

["Hello, old friend"]

The voice caught Frank by surprise and he glanced up, sucking in a breath as Gerard embraced Ty tightly in that same forehead-to-forehead-hands-clasped greeting he had seen before. Frank and Josh followed wordlessly into the enormous and old-looking house as Frank realized what was happening. Ty was barefoot and dressed only in his baggy black cargo pants and a very old and hole-stricken Rammstein shirt- and a beanie on.

"Je t'ai apporté un cadeau.." Gerard purred as he stepped aside, with Frank moving in sync beside him, leaving Josh alone in the hallway. Ty closed the door and walked over to the still submissive.

["I have brought you a gift."]

"C'est lui?" Ty asked and Gerard nodded simply. Frank watched with intrigue as Ty walked around Josh, looking at him with curiosity and a raised eyebrow, his dark eyes grazing over Josh as though he were an antique for sale and Ty was the appraiser.

["It's him?"]

"Shall we?" Gerard gestured and they all walked through the hallway, shoes on the grey marble tiling as Josh fell in step with ease behind Ty, head still cast down.

"Have a seat, mon ami." Ty uttered in his usual soft cadence and Gerard did exactly that, sitting himself down on the plush russet-colored sofa. He snapped his fingers expectantly and Frank knew where he was meant to be. He nodded, shrugging off his blazer before he went down on his knees and elbows for Gerard. He felt Gerard's legs resting on his back as he made himself comfortable, facing the other two with intrigue. Frank watched Ty as he stood upright in front of Josh, the two of them almost exactly the same height with Ty maybe an inch taller. Josh's head remained bowed as Ty inspected the submissive. Ty put his hands in Josh's blazer and took it off in one swift motion, catching it with his expert skill before he walked over and lay it over Frank.

The inside of the house was unexpected in comparison to the man who lived with it's confines. There was so much light in the living room with it's old redwood floor and off-white walls. The sofa was a velvet burnt orange L-shape in the corner with white scatter cushions to match the white curtains and the white and beige art on the walls. There was a large hemp rug on the floor with a simple wooden coffee table in the middle of it. On the other side of the coffee table to face where Gerard was sitting, was a dark emerald green loveseat with the same white crocheted cushions. There were tall plants in different sized pots all over the room and Frank wasn't sure if they were real or not. He couldn't tell. In the other corner of the large room was an enormous red velvet armchair that looked absolutely ancient and draped with a fur throw.

Frank could just make out the very edge of the kitchen through a square archway and he could make out white marble, black counters, wooden accents and the tiled walls were white and black morrocan patterning. Frank was so genuinely curious to explore the rest of the house, but he was even more curious about what was going on a few feet away. He watched as Ty took each of Josh's arms and looked at them carefully, looking as he ran a hand over the length of his somewhat toned muscles. Frank scowled at the flare of jealousy as he looked at Josh's body but he pushed it aside as Ty's hands went over Josh's torso, feeling his chest and stomach and ribs. Josh remained still and calm as Ty crouched down onto his haunches, his hands pushing Josh's legs apart somewhat as he looked each of them over, making Josh bend each knee in a simple motion before he got up. He walked around, hands going over Josh's shoulders and down his back before they came around over his hips slowly.

Frank bit his lip, eyes curiously trained on Ty's hands as they scaped over the front of Josh in a way that was way too slow for Frank's pulse. Ty's hands were about to touch Josh's crotch when they slunk back and gripped his ass instead, kneading it slowly. Ty moved around again to Josh's front, hands on his face, when he began inspecting his face, looking at his jaw and his throat, finger opening each eye wider than necessary before he forcibly opened Josh's mouth with one skillful pry of his hand. Josh merely obeyed, cool and calm as Ty looked into his mouth at his teeth and ran his fingers over Josh's lips before he ran a hand through his hair. He straightened up, hands behind his back, "Your name? Speak, boy."

"Joshua Dun, sir." Josh replied, his voice retaining its soft and silk retanance as he spoke clearly, head cast down again.

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty-five, sir."

"How many Dominants have you had until now?" Ty continued his curious interrogation as Frank readjusted, shuddering a breath as Gerard's heels dug into his ribs.

"Three, sir."

"How long?"

"Two years, three years and six months, sir."

"Good." Ty trailed off, looking at Josh one more time as he walked around, "You're familiar with hand signals and terminology?"

"Yes, sir." Josh nodded and Ty snapped his fingers, holding the symbol for 'hands and knees' before he pointed to the sofa across from where Frank and his Master sat. Josh scurried over, going down on his knees and his elbows at the foot of the adjoining sofa when Ty turned, looking impressed, and walked over. He sat down, putting his bare feet up on Josh's back when Frank put his head down, swallowing hard.

"What do you think?" Gerard asked casually as Ty put an arm up on the armrest and readjusted.

"You were right. He is my type." Ty sighed, "A bit younger than I usually prefer but he seems to know a great deal from what you've told me."

"Oh, he does." Gerard commented, "He's very experienced and his hard limits are understandable. He's very similar to Ethan."

"Unfortunate that Ethan decided not to stay with me but I can see that Josh will do nicely." Ty lovingly stroked the top of Josh's head with his foot before he chuckled, "It seems your submissive is having some problems, my friend."

Ty was right. Frank was seething beneath his Master's feet, his veins thrumming with pure rage and jealousy at how easily Gerard discussed Josh with him and how it didn't seem to matter. He couldn't stand it and he had tried to hold it in but it was starting to crack through.

"Frank?" Gerard sat up, taking his feet and the blazer off of his submissive, who was now shaking.

"I see he hasn't been able to control that yet." Ty commented, his voice monotone-calm and almost bordering on bored; his lilted French accent just barely peeking through.

"I understand why." Gerard's hand slowly ran through Frank's hair and he froze, wanting all but to shake him off. Gerard reached down, hands under Frank's arms when he lifted him up and dragged the furious submissive into his lap.

"Etes-vous sûr qu'il n'est pas un petit?" Ty asked softly as Gerard soothed Frank slowly, running soft swipes up and down his arm as Frank tucked his head into Gerard's neck with a huff.

["Are you sure he's not a little?"]

"Il le nie. Et parfois il sort en surtensions et je m'interroge à ce sujet. Ça m'a traversé l'esprit avant." Gerard sighed and Frank scowled, knowing full well they were discussing him.  Frank glanced down at Josh who was still on his hands and knees, eyes wandering around to his surroundings as he took the place in with curiosity. His brown eyes landed on Frank in his periphery and he pursed his lips as the latter stuck his tongue out and curled even closer to Gerard.

["He denies it. And sometimes it goes out in surges and I wonder about it. It crossed my mind before."]

"Tu sais ce que je veux dire?" Gerard asked and Ty hummed in response, "Frank?"

["You know what I mean?"]

"Yes, sir?" Frank croaked out, unmoving.

"What do you think of Ty becoming Josh's new Dom?" Gerard asked cautiously and Frank sat up, looking at Ty, who was looking back with an eyebrow raised despite his face still seemingly unperturbed.

"Rather him than you, sir." Frank replied flatly.

"You don't share your Master, boy?" Ty asked Frank as he readjusted, putting his one foot under Josh's body and lifting. Frank watched as Josh went with the movement, sitting up obediently. Ty snapped his fingers, "Turn and look at him."

Frank stared down at Josh, who was looking back solemnly. Ty snapped his calloused fingers again, "Answer him, Frank."

"No." Frank managed between his teeth as he tried not to spit at Josh.

"Joshua," Ty began again as he slid further down into the sofa and put his feet up, resting them in Josh's hands behind his back. Frank hated how they moved together, as though already in sync, "Would you say Frank's behavior is unprecedented?"

"No, sir. I can understand why he feels that way but I-" He stopped mid-sentence and pursed his lips.

"Go on, boy."

"Sir, I don't think I'm the one Frank should be mad at." Josh replied as he stared at Frank with his brown eyes softening, "I-I did nothing wrong and he hates me. It isn't fair."

"Nothing wrong? You fu-" Frank was silenced suddenly by a hand over his mouth and a sharp flick to the ear that had him whimper.

"No one gave you permission to speak, mongrel." Gerard whispered curtly, "You're letting your emotions lead you when you should know better by now. Don't embarrass me."

"Josh, would you say that Frank has a right to be jealous?" Ty asked as his foot appeared, stroking Josh's neck sensuously with the side of his bridge, "Hmm?"

"Not anymore, sir. But yes, sir." Josh swallowed and Frank could see how he resisted the urge to lean into the touch, restraining.

"And would you be jealous, too, if you were in his position?" Ty crooned in his male soprano tone, the soft rasp seemed to melt everyone in the room into an equal calm.

"Yes, sir. M-Maybe, sir."

"Well, Josh. I think it's only fair to know before we sign any contracts or discuss anything that you know." Ty moved his feet away and sat up, leaning in to Josh, their faces close. Ty took Josh's jaw in his hand and turned him slightly, "I think you should know that I fucked him, Josh. I fucked that pouty mouth of his. I held those tiny hips and that pretty ass after I turned him red and purple. And he loved it. Every moment."

Frank went bright red and Josh's eyes jumped between his new crooning Master and the quivering submissive across the carpet.

"Oh, how good it felt and how he took all of it so well." Ty spoke as his grip on Josh's jaw tightened, lips trailing over Josh's freshly shaven cheek, "Now tell me. Are you mad that you had to share?"

Josh stared at Frank for a moment, their eyes locked as Ty continued to keep his grip, his lips running over Josh's ear, "Well, I-I don't have a problem with sharing, sir. But he does. If he stated that he's uncomfortable with sharing and it was ignored then he can be mad."

"Good boy." Ty whispered softly and his eyes flickered to Frank, who's temperature had dropped a few degrees colder, "Are you still mad at him, Frank? How could you be when he cares so much about you? Joshua has a big heart and he's so compassionate, how could he not care about his fellow submissive?"

"I-" Frank whispered softly as he stared at Josh in disbelief, looking at the earnest gaze in his eyes before he looked at Gerard, who was looking elsewhere out the window, "I'm not mad at him."

"Good. Good boy, Frank."

"I think we should go." Gerard finally piped up as he turned in the seat and helped Frank out of his lap despite Frank already getting up fine on his own. Frank was seething internally as he grabbed his blazer from the floor and shrugged it on.

"If you insist." Ty got up and stepped around Josh who had yet to move. The two Dominants embraced briefly but Frank saw Gerard scowl at Ty for getting Frank worked up. Ty merely smiled, patting him on the arm, "Tu me remercieras pour ça."

["You'll thank me later."]

"Hautement improbable."

["Highly unlikely."]

"We'll see." Ty smiled as he turned and looked at both submissives, "We should get started, shouldn't we, boy?"

"Yes, sir." Josh replied as Ty gave him a signal. Frank looked at Josh as he got up, biting on his lip.

"Doesn't mean I like you." Frank muttered softly as he held his hand out. Josh stared at it and then looked at Ty for permission before shaking Frank's hand. He heard Ty chuckle softly and he turned, following Gerard through the hallway to the front door, keeping behind him like he should- Despite every conscious thought that he had that was telling him to flat-tire his Master's shoe.