Frank sat in his room, staring up at the small chandelier above his bed for ages, watching the light dance on the crystal. He had finished everything he had needed to do, finished every chore and it still wasn't enough of a distraction.

He had woken up that morning from a horrible nightmare, drenched in a cold sweat with his heart and stomach beating so fiercely that he felt ill. He had turned, curling up against Gerard with a hope to ease his mind but it only did so much. He couldn't stop the unease swirling around in his brain like a sticky miasma of doubts, fears, and unresolved anger. He had hoped he would find things to do around the house, hoped Gerard would have a never-ending list. But alas, here he was early that afternoon while Gerard had a small meeting with his wife over work matters. Frank put one hand behind his head, crossing one leg over the other, and let out a shaky sigh.

"Frank?"

Frank heard his Master call and he got up, walking out of his room as he tried to stuff his sullen mood back down like a swallowed bile, "Sir?"

Gerard was standing with Lindsey in the doorway of his bedroom, whispered discussions coming to a close with smiles when Lindsey turned and looked at the submissive.

"I'm going to go and get us all something for dinner." She announced, "Not that it'll be as wonderful as your meals, mind you. Any suggestions, sweetheart?"

"I- Uh..." Frank looked at Gerard, who merely smiled and gestured with a hand for Frank to speak, "Do we have options yet?"

"I suggested Thai, Lindsey suggested Mexican." Gerard shrugged and Frank bit his lip, thinking it over.

"Mexican sounds amazing." Frank replied, seeing Gerard's face sour as Lindsey lit up as she turned and looked smugly at her husband.

"See? The boy knows what to say to make a woman happy." Lindsey folded her arms and Gerard merely rolled his eyes as he leaned against the door frame.

"If you remember correctly, you live here for free with anything you could ever want and you don't even have to so much as look at my penis, Lindsey. What more could you ask for?" Gerard replied as he folded his arms and raised a poignant eyebrow.

"Oh, get off your high horse." Lindsey snorted, "You wouldn't have all this without me. And besides, all I ask for is getting my way whenever I want. The luxuries that you provide on your own are on your conscience."

"And this includes Mexican food?" Gerard looked a tad unhappy at the way it rolled off of his tongue, "You worry me."

"Not as much as you worry me." She smiled sweetly at him and he relented, sliding into his bedroom with a loud sigh aimed for her ears, "What a grump."

"I'm okay with whatever you want to get as long as it never had a face, and it's not cucumber." Frank smiled somewhat and Lindsey patted his cheek before she walked down the hallway. Frank took a step forward and knocked on his Master's open bedroom door.

"Enter, my boy."

Frank walked in and turned to see Gerard shirtless, folding up the white t-shirt he had been in. Frank swallowed hard and looked at his Master, fleetingly forgetting his sulken mood.

"What can I do for you, Frank?" Gerard smiled as he lay the shirt in his top drawer and closed it again.

Frank shrugged, "Finished everything."

"Bored?"

"I guess..." Frank looked down, toeing the carpet beneath him as he clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides.

"Ah, something is bothering you." Gerard surmised quickly, "I see now. What is it, my prince?"

"I just..." Frank's frown deepened as he tried to decipher the correct words in his head to explain how he felt and why. He fidgeted with his fingers, "I had a nightmare, and I'm aware that it would never happen and it was totally stupid, but it left me so... Down. I don't know how to shake it."

"You need a distraction." Gerard murmured as he stepped closer to his submissive and cupped his cheek, "What distracts you most. boy?"

"Pain. Usually, I get tattooed but... I'm not really up for that and I don't think a flogging will do any help either."

"No one said anything about a flogging." Gerard's voice was quiet but the edge to it was undeniable, "Why don't you let your Master take care of you, boy? See what happens when I put you in a subspace and give you some time out of your head."

"Yes, please." Frank sighed in relief at the idea, at how wonderful it sounded and how badly he needed it.

"You wait here for once. Count to thirty and join me, alright?" Gerard lifted Frank's head up and they locked eyes, "I'm going to help you, my boy."

"Yes, sir." Frank whispered in return as Gerard pressed his lips to Frank's forehead before he turned and departed swiftly from the bedroom. Frank sat on the edge of Gerard's bed and slowly began to count, whispering the numbers out loud as he stared down at his bare feet.

He got up, still counting now at twelve, and shed his sweater, laying it on the bed before he unfastened his shorts and pushed them down. He got to twenty when he felt his stomach churning listlessly. He stood there in his boxers, frowning to himself as he slowly walked out of the bedroom and down the hall.

"Thirty." He breathed out as he got to the door of the playroom, staring at it as he reached out and opened the door. The room was bathed in its usual red and white glow, the colors touching his inked skin as he walked in carefully and tentatively, eyes cast down. He closed the door behind him and stood beside it, waiting for any command.

"To the carpet, boy. Eyes down." Gerard ordered and took up his usual spot, turning to face the door as he stood on the carpet with his hands clasped behind him. He heard shoes crossing the floor and he swallowed, feeling the warmth of his Master behind him.

"Good boy. What do you say about wearing something pretty for me, hmm?" Gerard asked as his lips ghosted over the shell of Frank's ear. Frank let out a soft mewl and bit his lip, nodding. He heard the unmistakable sound of leather and steel behind him, the similar sound he had heard before his Master had strung him up upside down. Gerard slid the leather into Frank's hand, careful not to touch him, and Frank brought it up to inspect.

The leather straps were a rich red, the steel was blacksteel rather than usual silver and it was stunning. Frank unfastened the middle section of it and slipped it over his head, sliding his arms through before he pulled the body harness down.

Five thick red straps came to an O-ring at his sternum, the strap very lowest connected to another O-ring over his navel where other straps went over his hips, the same connectioned pattern went over his spine.

He swallowed, sliding his semi-hardened dick through the very last O-ring at the bottom of the harness, hissing out under his breath at the cold steel. He straightened up, fastening the one strap over his hip behind his back before he waited yet again.

"So perfect." Gerard purred quietly, the sound permeated every pore of Frank's skin, "Arms out behind you, hands together but not clasped. Make sure you're comfortable, boy."

Frank obeyed, putting his arms together behind his body, resting them pointed outward as he waited, feeling what felt like a smooth but sturdy material encase his arms. He sucked in a shaky breath as his arms were tightened closer towards each other in the no-doubtedly crimson armbinder. He could feel Gerard working on fastening the black corseted cord that x'ed over the leather that was now enveloping his arms until mid-bicep.

Gerard walked around to face Frank and the latter withheld his yelp of surprise, seeing his Master's feet and lower legs in dull-sheening black buckles and laces and leather. A high pair of boots in the darkest ebony that Frank stared at, noting how similar they were to Ty's but more intricate. Frank's gaze swept up and he felt his legs shaking beneath him, his eyes roving over Gerard's lower half in a pair of the tightest leather pants with ribbing over the thighs and belted sides.

His Master's torso was exposed, pale white skin and toned muscle contrasting with the black. Dark eyes looked him over as his arms came up and hands rested on Frank's shoulders. Black leather gloves took Gerard's arms up to his elbows, buckles wound up the sides in a set of three over each forearm. Frank swallowed hard but ignored it as Gerard fastened the thick red straps of Frank's armbinder to a collar around Frank's neck- also red.

"I adore you in this color," Gerard whispered as though reading his submissive's mind. "Ever since I saw you roped up in it, I knew I had to find more of it."

Frank remained silent, knowing his Master's statement wasn't in need of a reply. He waited patiently, standing still as he knew that if his arms moved, it would pull at his neck. Gerard looked him over as he ran a hand through his fiery orange hair- the hue only brought out to an even more vibrant extent from the red lighting.

"Missing something to finish this off." Gerard tutted softly before he turned and walked off before grabbing what he wanted. He stood in front of Frank and looked at him firmly, "What I'm going to do is going to physically task you, boy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Frank nodded, looking back solemnly.

"I have taken away one way for you to signal but I will not hinder your speech for your own precaution, do you understand?" Gerard held up a mask of the same red hue and unfastened the ties behind it before he pulled it on and over Frank's head.

"Good boy." Gerard remarked as he adjusted the hood on Frank's head so that Frank could still see through the eyeholes and the section where his mouth was, was unzipped. Gerard walked behind his submissive and tightened the cords of vinyl before knotting it and adjusting, "Not too tight?"

"No, sir." Frank breathed out, his skin already hot under the mask, red rimming the borders of his vision as he looked around, his heart starting to hammer against his ribs with complete anticipation and unknown.

"Good." Gerard replied, "On the bed, on your back."

Frank turned, marching off towards the large metal-framed bed with its daunting charcoal sheets. He climbed on, rolling onto the middle of it on his back, his shoulders protesting only somewhat at the angle.

He stared at the ceiling in surprise, staring up at the mirrored reflection of himself. Had this always been here above the bed and he had never noticed? Surely not? Surely he would have glimpsed it at least once before? Frank looked at his body and he swallowed, realizing just how much confidence he had in himself to look this way, realizing that he looked better in it than he had expected and that he was completely and utterly A-okay with it all.

Frank was pulled from his self-discovery when he felt Gerard cuffing his ankle and he looked in the mirror to see one ankle in a thick leather cuff before the other joined suit quickly enough. Frank's feet were then lifted, the cuffs hooked to two of the chains that hung from the top iron rods over the bed, pulled tight and unable to jostle even if he tried. He scowled in confusion until he saw his Master standing beside him with a long and thin reed-looking cane in his hand and he twigged on what was about to happen.

"Safeword?" Gerard asked calmly and Frank readjusted on the bed, whimpering.

"Pineapples." He replied despite himself, and watched Gerard walk away, clearly satisfied. Frank found his feet had been lifted only high enough for Gerard's hands, about a foot or so off of the bed itself. He tried craning his neck to see but it only hurt more for his shoulders and he dropped back down, trying his best not to squirm.

He heard a soft swat through the air and a sharp snick ran through his feet and he yelped, gasping at the sharp pain that he had both expected and not. He let out a small moan as another intense whip landed on his soles as his Master brought the thin cane down on the undersides of his feet. He whimpered, ignoring how the pain ran through his body like fiery, sparking fireworks. A harder slap hit his feet and he jerked, hearing Gerard grunt softly as he flicked his hand out. Frank could feel his feet burning as though he were walking on a hot road's tarmac and he squirmed uncomfortably, mouth hanging open and back arched as his hands curled into fists inside the hot armbinder.

Frank bit down hard, teeth gnashing together as Gerard landed two harsh-spirited and heavier blows of the wooden rod to Frank's soft pads before a light flick landed on his toes. He felt tears well up in his eyes at the intense pain when he yelped, feeling his Master trail the end of the cane up the bottom of his right foot with way too soft an ease. He squeezed his eyes closed and yelped, jerking away.

"P-Please, no." He gasped, "N-No."

"No?" Gerard queried then, flicking the whip across Frank's foot, "I beg your pardon, boy?"

"No tickling, please. I-" Frank panted softly, "Please."

"You don't tell me," Gerard ran the cane over Frank's foot again and he screamed softly, trying to move away as the underside of his foot burned from the lashing he had received, "You take what I give you, you ingrate."

"Y-Yes, sir." Frank moaned quietly as his chest began to burn uncomfortably. His entire body highly focused on his feet and how badly they were on fire. Gerard stared down at him, contemplating as he ran a finger over the cane slowly.

"Definitely not enough." Gerard looked at his submissive before he walked around to stand beside him, leaning and leering in, glowering over Frank with a dominant sneer, "You want more, runt?"

"P-Please, sir." Frank whined, squirming as the steel O-ring around his dick began to constrict as he hardened. Gerard looked down, eyes landing on the source of Frank's wriggling, when his eyebrow rose.

He walked off without another word, walking over to the shelf where he crouched down sinuously and opened the bottom drawer. Frank looked back up at the mirrored ceiling, deciding that it was definitely a new fixture in his mind, and heard his Master returning. Frank looked at the large black box in his Master's hands and he frowned, looking up at Gerard, who was smiling back almost too simply. It made Frank's insides churn uncomfortably but he knew he could trust his Master. Gerard opened the box and set it down beside Frank, eyeing him as he reached in and pulled out a long steel needle with it's red plastic tip. Frank's eyes widened when he realized what his Master was about to do to him.

"You asked for it, didn't you, boy?" Gerard crooned silkily as he picked up a cold and sterile-looking cloth and ran it over Frank's neck and chest and sides, the swelling and pungent smell of alcohol filled Frank's nose as the other side of thee swab cleaned his arms, "I'm going to make you hurt irrevocably. But you're going to look so beautiful when I'm done with you."

Frank swallowed hard as his Master removed the plastic from the surgical needle and eyed the gauged needle, his hazel eyes sparkling as he moved closer and placed a hand on Frank's chest, the needle lowering.

"Deep breath in." Gerard instructed simply and Frank complied despite the rage of his heart in his chest. The sudden sharp pain pricked at his nipple, surprising him and making him yelp as the last pop of skin enunciated the action, and a burning spread over the skin. Tears brimmed in his eyes as an automatic reaction but he never stirred, basking in the pain, "Good boy."

"S-Sir?" Frank barely managed above a whisper as Gerard uncapped a second needle, looking up at the break of silence, "I-"

"Yes, boy?"

Frank refrained from asking the question that burned in his mind and instead chose to appease, deciding he would ask post-scene, "M-More... Please."

"Don't worry your bemuddled head." Gerard leaned over, his hand stretching the skin of Frank's chest before he smiled, pinching Frank's nipple with a gloved hand. Frank let out a whine, knowing what was about to happen, and at least he was braced for what to feel. The sharp prick, the inhale, the push and the pop and the exhale as pressure and heat spread. God, it hurt. But it was exhilarating at the same, the release of every stressor seemed to be melting like foamy butter in a sizzling pan.

Frank had thought that the needle through each nipple was enough in that area for them both but he was wrong, so wrong when Gerard stretched his skin the opposite direction, drawing vertical and making the needle already in his skin pinch. Gerard bit down on his lip as he pushed the sharp steel through Frank's flesh, the latter crying out and trying to remain still as he felt it slide through him and pop out the other side, the bar buried beneath his nipple, either side of it sticking out with a burning brunt below and above the sensitive and erect flesh.

Gerard returned, his hands caressing Frank's side, a finger running over Frank's ribs when he picked up another needle, pinching the skin up on Frank's left side before piercing through the skin. Frank yelped out at the pain, a different kind of pain that felt so much more searing than before- a quick jab- this one was a somehow thicker pain that overtook more of his senses as it burst, the needle exiting his skin.

Frank tried to remain still, tried to behave and do his best as his Master succeeded in piercing his left side four more times, each one no less excruciating and sharply-tingled than before as he felt them dig through his flesh and pierce out the other end.

"Breathe out." Gerard continued to repeat the instructions with each insertion of surgical steel, watching Frank's body as he breathed heavily and trembled in a low thrum from the adrenaline coursing through every vein and sinew, "Good boy."

Frank swallowed hard, the thick collar of the mask that encased Frank's head was tight around his neck, constricting his air a fraction and adding to everything, adding a soft buzz to his brain and numbness to his fingers and toes. Frank glanced up at his Master with desperation, his shoulder sockets aching from the angle of his arms still beneath him.

"So absolutely breathtaking." Gerard purred as he picked up a new needle and uncapped it, "Tell me what you want, boy?"

"M-More." Frank urged with a broken sob, "Please. I-It hurts."

"As you wish." Gerard replied, his face remaining as still and calm as ever as he leaned over his submissive and took the skin in his fingers, the other hand pushing the sharp point of the needle into Frank's right side. Frank let out a scream at the pain, gasping as he gritted his teeth, his right side seemed so much more sensitive than the left and he couldn't explain it.

Gerard slid the needle in as far as he had decided before it was joined by another two steady needles that ran parallel with Frank's ribs at angles like metallic gills.

"Two more on this side to match the five on the other." Gerard looked at his submissive with a smile that seemed as sharp and foreboding as the needles he had reached for.

Frank had closed his eyes, breathing as he was told and relaxing as more needles were pressed into his body. He now had four in his nipples to make a cross through each sensitive rise of pink flesh, three running horizontally above his chest plate, five in each side, and three in the very sensitive pouch above his dick.

The last three were the worst, the most painful, and the most likely to have him come on the spot. It hurt so badly but it struck the very best nerves with sniper-precision. Frank opened his eyes as he felt Gerard move and he looked up at his Master with wide eyes. He let out a plea barely audible, and watched the way it resonated over Gerard's face as though he were barely able to hold on to his own steely self-control.

Gerard leaned over his panting submissive, running a hand over Frank's body and over his middle before he wrapped a hand around Frank's achingly hard dick. Frank let out a moan at the contact, his body singing and protesting in so many places.

Gerard's hand sped up, stroking Frank roughly as his insides knotted and a spark ignited in his lower stomach that resonated perfectly through the rest of him. He lifted his hips up, gasping and uttering barely audible begs from his spit-slicked lips as his tongue bar pressed against his palate. His legs shook, the tensing skin was pulling at the eighteen needles that were perforated through his inked flesh. His toes curled, already numb from his elevated angle, as he tried his best to chase his much-needed release.

"O-Oh," Frank's voice wobbled and broke as he felt Gerard's thumb swirling over the sensitive tip and back down coated in slick. He whimpered out desperately, whining for his Master, looking up at him for a split second to see Gerard leaning over him, looking down at him with dominance in his eyes as he teetered his submissive. Frank's muscles tensed as he tried to hip himself up, his hips rocking in short bursts as he tried to keep his pace with Gerard's steadily growing rhythm.

He gasped as he felt his Master's hand on his balls, massaging with his fingers as one of them ran over the skin just beneath. Frank let out a small yelp at the sudden touch of cold leather on the warmest part of him. He scrunched his eyes closed, teeth gritted as he tried to breathe, short panting breaths leaving his chest.

Gerard's thumb flicked over Frank's frenum piercing, flicking over the metal buried in the thin skin of the underside of Frank's dick and he jerked forward at the sudden flicker of nerve-ending stimulation.

"F-Fuck. I- Fuck- please. Sir, please. 'M g-gna come." Frank babbled brokenly, trying to curl his fists behind him in the sweat-stuck leather binder. Gerard merely let out a small grunt of recognition at his submissive, twisting his hand in one swift motion before he continued stroking Frank. He sobbed softly, "Please, sir. Please. M a good boy. Wanna come for you. So good. Just for you. Please, fuck-"

Frank's skin felt as though it were going to explode from his body, bursting at the small pinpoints that were littered over his flesh from his Master, as though they were going to pull away at a white-hot but exquisite pace. He let out a small cry, his body reaching its final peak before he shattered, coming over his Master's knuckles. He rutted into Gerard's fist, his brain buzzing with pure pleasure as it exploded out into his veins like pop rocks.

He shuddered out a whimper as his body caved, dropping back down against the bed completely limp as he panted, his lungs on fire from the sudden and sharp intake of air. His face and arms were red hot inside their tight and thick coverings- too hot. Frank waited obediently as Gerard got up and slowly began to remove the needles, starting with the low ones just above the base of his dick. He gasped at the weird tugging sensation in his skin and tried not to jerk away.

Gerard slowly removed the five needles from Frank's ribs on his left before pulling the other five on his right side out with slow and steady precision. Frank felt like he could finally breathe somewhat easier, taking in a deep breath as Gerard came closer, removing the three needles from Frank's above sternum when he paused and frowned.

"Frank?"

"S-Sir?" Frank croaked out in response, surprised he was barely able to create a sound.

"I will remove these two vertical needles but didn't you say you wanted your nipples pierced?" Gerard looked at Frank, "We can always replace the two horizontal needles with jewelry, boy."

"Y-Yeah?" Frank asked, perking up somewhat, "That'd- That'd be cool."

"Let me remove the rest and get you up." Gerard smiled as he carefully removed the two needles that were pierced underneath Frank's nipples. He set the dirtied metal aside before he walked around and carefully unfastened Frank's ankles. He placed a kiss to the underside of Frank's feet before lowering them down onto the bed. Frank gasped at the sudden flow of blood to his limbs that were followed by the sudden pins and needles.

Gerard sat Frank up and reached behind him, untying the mask carefully as he pulled the red latex from Frank's head. The rush of cold air was refreshing to Frank, who was already feeling heavy and dopey.

Gerard left Frank's arms in the binder as he took the soiled needles and threw them in a small bin that was hooked to the wall. Gerard walked over to the box where the needles had been placed and opened a small section of it before he ran a finger through them and looked at Frank.

"I used a fourteen gauge needle, and luckily I have some jewelry for that. It has been sterilized and I never really used the jewelry much as it was. I don't think we should use segment rings or ball capture rings just in case they get caught on something. Perhaps a circular bar like you have below the belt." Gerard held up the jewelry and Frank smiled.

"I'm down with a banana bar." He commented as Gerard took two of them in his hand and walked over but bit his lip, "What?"

"With a normal piercing, they keep the plastic in your skin so that feeding the jewelry into the hole is easier. I'm afraid I haven't done that considering I wasn't thinking of making them permanent." Gerard crouched down and examined Frank's nipple with a frown, "Perhaps we do this next time once you're healed up and we do it properly?"

"If it ends the same way this one did, I'm in." Frank grinned cockily and Gerard raised an eyebrow, reaching up to pull one of the needles out harder than Frank expected. He yelped out, grimacing at the sharp pain in his skin and he realized that they were the first ones he had done to him and the blood must have already dried around the needle. He reached up to hold his bleeding nipple, blushing at his Master's smirk as Gerard removed the second one- but a tad more gentle than the first, twisting it out slowly.

"There." Gerard smiled, putting the jewelry down on top of the box to be cleaned again, "Up."

Frank stood up on shaky legs and Gerard carefully helped him walk forward before he helped him out of the armbinder. Frank stretched his joints, groaning at the movement in his sockets.

"You look so delectable in this harness." Gerard muttered softly as he placed a kiss to the top of Frank's shoulder and the latter let out a soft whimper in reply, "Time for a bath, my prince."

"I'm not arguing, that sounds amazing."

"Well, let's hop to it. You're getting blood on the floor, boy."