***Gerard***

Chained to the basement wall, Gerard whimpers at the pressure on his sore beaten ass. His face is flushed and streaked with tears, and his hair a complete riot. Gerard is consciously fighting against his need to fidget and pull against his restraints. His cock stands hard, aching to be touched, as the vibrator inside him buzzes conspiratorially just below his prostate. He has not been given permission to cum. Gerard had taken his punishment exactly how he had been trained, determined to be good for Mikey and to demonstrate to Frank exactly what will happen if he does not get his act together. Gerard knows that it’s not in Frank’s nature to give in and allow himself to be controlled. The kid had proven this many times over when defending Gerard against creepy sleaze bags in the club. Gerard also knew that Mikey would not stop until he had Frank writhing and begging, totally submissive. Mikey had always had a dominant personality. Even back when they were kids and he used to make Gerard clean his room for him, and as they got older drive him about to bars and clubs. Gerard had made no fuss during his punishment. He is a good pet for Mikey, all he has ever wanted is to make his little brother happy, regardless of the cost. Gerard had counted off each sharp impact of the paddle, keeping perfectly still for his master. However, he had to fight not to push back and react to the pleasure caused by vibrator buzzing inside him. It shifted inside him each time Mikey had spanked him. He had bit down on his tail to keep from crying out each time Mikey had changed the setting on the vibrator, testing Gerard. Now, watching Mikey turn back to Frank, Gerard hangs limp and exhausted in his restraints. He tenses up and moans loudly when Mikey ups the volume on the vibrator to full and leaves it there. Gerard writhes against the wall of the basement, mewling as he fights back his need to cum. His breathing heavy and uneven, as he tries his hardest to stay still and quiet. Gerard’s tail swishes in agitation as he watches Mikey and Frank. Each time Frank gives his brother cheek or says something to displease him Mikey tweaks the remote of the vibrator, changing the intensity of the buzz. It causes Gerard to thrash against the wall, moaning desperately. He knows what will happen next. Mikey will start to taunt Frank about their relationship and that will lead to exactly the reaction that Mikey wants. It will give him an excuse to teach Frank a lesson that all new kittens need to learn about their new bodies. Gerard will do his best to ignore it, but he knows this will not be easy. Right now he is just counting down the minutes till Frank says the wrong/right thing to set his Master off. Then the lesson will really begin.

***Mikey***

Mikey stood there in front of Frank. He had been stripped of his clothing like Gerard and Mikey could see he was self-conscious. He could also see the kitten was freaking out internally, but his attitude said he was not going to back down. Mikey reached into his pocket and touched the remote and Gerard groaned in the corner. He did not have to look at his pet to know he was wrecked and getting worse by the minute. Mikey was pretty hard on him with the paddle, but it was to prove a point to the new kitten, that one cannot just go off and do what they like. You need your Master's approval. Gerard still needed to learn a thing or two about being a Master, but He would handle that. Mikey looked at the date on his watch and saw that it would not be much longer before he arrived. He was excited about the prospect of seeing Him again. It had been so long and his voice was not enough anymore, nor was Mikey's own touch through him. He wanted more, he craved more, and soon his patience would pay off. He pulled himself back to the task at hand. The new kitten.

"I asked you a question Frankie."

Frank stares at Mikey, the dislike evident on his face. Swallowing nervously, Frank looks at Gerard and then back to Mikey. Frank folds his arms in defiance and glares at him. His tail twitching in anger.

"Now Frankie, this is not proper behavior of a good kitten, you saw what happened when Gee disobeyed me, do you want the same?"

To prove the point Mikey reached into his pocket again and pressed the remote to a higher level. He watched as Frank's eyes ran to Gerard who was shuddering and pulling hard against the restraints. He knew it was no use, that the chains held him fast to the wall. Sweat was pouring off his fur, and Mikey wanted nothing more than to lick it up, but there was time for that later. He turned his attention back to the kitten.

"Now Frankie, I will ask you again, who are you to us?"

Mikey watches Frank bite his lip, looking at his Gee. He wants to go to him, to see if he is alright after his punishment. Mikey saw Frank visibly shudder at the thought of it. Frank glares back at Mikey, and continues to lace his answers with attitude.

"I am your brother's boyfriend."

Still the delusion that he was something to Gerard plagues him. Mikey really needed to get thie stupid notion out of the new kitten's head if he was ever going to get him to be obedient.

"*sigh* Really Frankie? Really? Is that what you think? Okay, first of all you were never his boyfriend. Gee does not have boyfriends, he has flings and your time was up. The only reason you are still in his life right now is because you got bit. Now that we have that absurdity out of the way, we can get back to basics. Now repeat after me. I am Gerard's pet and he is my Master."

Frank tries to hide it but Mikey can see his words struck a nerve. The truth hurt like hell. His tail and whiskers droop and he looks determinedly at the wall away from Mikey. Now he knows that he was nothing more than Gerard's "flavour of the month" but he probably wanted more and he hoped that Gerard knew as much, but Mikey knew better. Frank looks up at Mikey, his eyes filled with pain and heartache. He shakes his head slowly, as though it is too heavy to hold up anymore. He schools his lips and speaks.

”No, that’s not true. I d-d-don’t believe you.”

No? No? The fucking kid said no. He still had not learned, and that meant that Mikey was going to have to teach him a lesson like he does to Gerard. Oh this was too good. Mikey had not had this kind of fun in a long time. He reached out and grabbed the kitten by the ear in that perfect sensitive spot. He listened with delight as Frank cried out in pain as Mikey pierced the sensitive skin with one of his claws. He dragged the boy over in front of Gerard. He forced him to face Gerard and squeezed his ear further to get his next point across.

"Poor poor Frankie, you just do not know how important it is to understand the hierarchy of the family here. My Master is first, I am second to him, Gerard is third to me, and you my dear kitten are the last on the food chain, which means you are expendable. Do you fucking understand that Frankie, expendafuckingble!"

Mikey punctuates that last sentence with a hiss as he drops the boy to the ground. While the boy is holding his ear in pain, he goes to the wall and pulls down a collar. Mikey also grabs the box of toys so he can have access to it. He walks over with them and the boy sees him and tries to scramble away. He grabs him by the scruff of the neck. He puts the box down and pulls Frank to him roughly.

”Don’t you fucking move!”

Frank shrinks back at Mikey’s words, he's shedding small droplets of blood. He is powerless as Mikey takes him to the ground, and loops the collar around his neck. He tightens it almost to the point that the boy can’t breath, but he forces a finger between his neck and the collar and determines it is fine. Mikey sees that Gerard is watching the kitten with worry in his eyes. Apparently his pet does not have any faith in him. Whatever Gerard conveys with his eyes, Frank suddenly gets a second wind. Hissing, his fur stands on end and Frank squirms against Mikey’s grip, clawing furiously at the ground.

"Fuck you!"

Mikey had to admire the kid's fight, but he was getting tired of it now. It was time to put the new kitten in his place. Being a Werekitty had a few perks that Frank did not know about. Mikey thought it was time to teach him one of them. Using his weight for keeping Frank pinned, he reached out into the box and pulled out one of the vibrators. He smirked as Frank hissed out when he saw it and his eyes went wide.

"Oh no my dear Frankie, I think it is quite the opposite. I am going to fuck you!"

Mikey lifted up Frank's tail and rammed the vibrator inside of him turning it up full volume. He kept a tight hold on his tail as he let the object do it's work.

***Frank***

Frank screams in anticipation of the pain, his claws digging into the basement floor. It never comes though. Instead he is face down, shaking against the pleasure the toy is creating. His cock hardening as the toy works inside of him. He doesn't even realize that his hips are moving of their own accord, straining against Mikey’s hold. He is so fucked.

"Amazing isn't it Frankie? We have all sorts of interesting toys like this. I bet you are wondering why it did not hurt going in, don't you? Why you are not bleeding like any normal human would being forcibly intruded on like this. Well that is the amazing thing about our bodies. In this state we no longer require any lubrication. No strange weird secretions, just no need for anything. We also have amazing stretching abilities. Here, let me show you.

Mikey undid his pants and pulled his cock out. Without removing the vibrator, he slid in next to it with ease. Frank started to protest and scream again when he realized that Mikey was all the way to the hilt and there was no pain, only an obscene amount of pleasure. If Frank was in human form he would have torn tissue and a large fissure. He began to wonder, is that is why it did not bother Gerard when Mikey shoved that egg inside of him? Come to think of it, he saw no lube in the toy box either. He thought it was because Mikey was a sadistic fuck, but Frank was intrigued now. He wondered what it would be like to fuck Gerard in this state. Speaking of fucking, Mikey started to thrust in and out as he twisted the vibrator aiming for the perfect spot inside Frank. He can't hold back his moans as Mikey's cock slides inside of him, so perfectly, so easily. The drag against the sensitive tissue driving him crazy, he pushes back against Mikey’s thrusts. His mouth drops open in pleasure and his claws dig into the floor, leaving marks.

"Mmmm, that's it Frankie, feels so good doesn't it? This can happen more often you know, all you have to do is be a good little kitten and listen to us. Can you do that?Hmmm? Can You Do That For Me?!"

Mikey thrusted with each one of the last words as he stilled and came inside of Frank. He pushed the vibrator in one last time and Frank screamed out as he came, shooting spurts all over the basement floor. He nearly passed out from the intensity, and collapsed to his stomach. Mikey pulled out and wiped his cock off on Frank's fur. He left the vibrator in and turned on. He stood up and Frank could hear him fixing and pulling his pants up. Half lidded, Frank watched as he walked over to Gerard and lifted his chin up.

"Be a dear Precious and clean up this mess. I am going out for a bit and I want to see the results of Frankie’s training when I return."

Mikey turns the vibrator off and undoes the restraints, keeping Gerard against the wall. Gerard falls forward, but catches himself on his hands. Mikey reaches behind and pulls the egg out. He drops it on the floor in front of his pet. He starts for the stairs and then turns back.

"Oh and Precious, do come up with a name to call him. He can't be Frankie for both of us. Thanks kitten."

Mikey heads up the stairs and closes the basement door behind him.

***Mikey***

The wind whipping through his hair, Mikey drove with the top down on his little convertible. It was the latest gift that He gave him. Mikey was the perfect pet and he knew it. He bragged about Mikey to all the other Masters, and Mikey would internally beam about it. Always internally, for a pet was not to show any emotion, other than submissiveness at those occasions. He wanted Mikey to bring Gerard next time, but now with him having a pet of his own, even though he was not clearly ready, Mikey would have to make sure that Gerard was fully trained as a pet and as a Master. He worried about the latter of the two, because he saw the mischief in Frank’s eyes and knew that the boy would be trouble. He wished that a Master could have more than one pet, but the rules were strict. Even though he had the right to tell Frank what to do as well, it was up to Gerard to control him and punish him when he disobeyed. Ultimately, Mikey would have to punish Gerard for his pet’s disobedience. Gerard was a good pet and did not deserve it, but he brought it on himself for not thinking and turning Frank. Mikey allowed these thoughts to leave as his phone sounded with a familiar tone. He placed his hand on the bluetooth in his ear and connected.

”Good Morning my Darling”

”Good morning Sir.”

***Gerard***

Gerard lets out a shaky breath and watches Mikey leave. He kneels on the floor, his fur on end and his ears perked for the sound of the front door closing. As soon as he picks up on the sound of Mikey’s keys turning in the lock he quickly crawls to Frank and pulls him into a tight hug. Then pulling Frank into his lap He strokes lovingly at the side of Frank's face with the back of his hand.

"Mmm you did so good Doll, I'm so proud of you."

Frank rouses as Gerard gathers him close. He pushes Gerard away hard. Gerard was not expecting this so he fell backwards on his tail.

"Don't fucking touch me! You fucking lied to me! You never meant to stay with me! I bet you gave me your fucking jacket as something to remember you by before you fucking disappeared! And don’t fucking call me Doll, I heard you saying that to the guy before me. Yeah, I was there when you fucking dumped him and now I know how he fucking felt! You make me sick Gerard!"

Gerard sits there, staring at the angry kitten wide eyed and speechless. He lets Frank’s fury wash over him and finds himself choking back tears by the time he finishes.

"Frank..."

Gerard looks down at the floor, trying to control his emotions, not knowing what to do. He looks back up when Frank makes for the stairs.

"Just fucking tell me how to change back Gerard. I need to go home, unlike you I have a normal family that gives a shit about me, not what I can do for them."

Frank stood there with his tail twitching. Gerard knew he had so many emotions running through him and the fur on the back of his neck along with his hackles was raised up. Gerard hung his head and with barely a sound and his voice cracking he whispers.

"Mikey does care."

***Frank***

Frank turns around and looks at the man, well not quite anymore, that he had been happy with for the last month of his life. They shared so much in that short time and fuck if he really wanted to throw that away. Still he was not going to go down that easily, in fact he did not know why he had to, after all he had a more dominant personality than Gerard ever would. He proved that when he could not even get him to sit properly. Frank's face filled with a predatory grin as he started the wheels turning in his head. Gerard would not know what hit him.

"Oh Gee, I didn't mean it, I know your brother cares about you and me too, it’s just I am a bit selfish and wanted you all to myself. I don’t mind sharing once in a while, but well you know how I feel about you."

Frank walked to older man, and Gerard stood up. Frank moved in front of him and then started walking him backwards to the wall. He slid a hand into his fur and caressed one of his ears. He knew how sensitive Gerard was from watching him and Mikey. He ran the hand from the ear to his chest, brushing over his nipples, which made Gerard’s breath hitch. He continued, and at the same time slid down to his knees till he was faced with Gerard’s cock. Frank ran his closed lips along Gerard's cock. He felt it growing just from this small gesture. He looked up at Gerard as he batted his eyelids and watched Gerard smile down at him. This was going to be too fucking easy.

"Mmmm good Kitten... you just need to learn your place. You know that I'll take good care of you right?"

With the way Frank is looking at him, it's hard for Gerard to get his sentences out. He pets Frank’s hair, pushing a few loose strands back from his face. Smiling, Gerard takes ahold of his cock and holds it to Frank lips.

"So why don't you blow me, show me how good you can be, huh Babydoll?"

Too fucking easy. All he had to do was make Gerard think he was in charge and he would be able to get anything he wanted. 'Topping from the bottom' they call it. Frank had watched enough porn to know how that worked. He licked his lips and slid them over Gerard's cock with ease. He started with a slow easy pace biding his time till he could bring the hammer down on Gerard's plans. He expertly tongued him and pressed against the vein underneath He knew this was Gerard's button, he learned that really early in the relat... in whatever they had. He used his hands to hold Gerard’s hips to the wall so that he was in complete control. He manipulated his cheeks to hollow out on the up stroke so that he had the tightest seal, making him squeeze Gerard's shaft like a vice. Gerard gasps, his eyes rolling back. He paws Frank’s hands, trying to pull them away so he can move his hips, and assert some power by fucking his mouth.

"Ah ah ah F-Frank, just let me..."

Gerard stutters between desperate little moans and Frank increases his pace as he listens to Gerard's desperate pleas to let him take some control. Like fuck Frank is going to allow that. He begins to twist his mouth and drag his tongue in a circle around the shaft. This little trick, thank you porn videos, causes a noise to come out of Gerard that Frank does not even have a description for. He smirks and starts to concentrate on the head now. He knows that this will tip Gerard over the edge and that will assert who is truly the Master here. Writhing against the wall, overcome with intense pleasure, Gerard is putty in Frank’s hands.

"No!"

Gerard growls deep in his throat and it startles Frank. He grabs a handful of his hair and what the fuck!? Frank feels himself pulled hard by Gerard as his cock pops out of his mouth with an air sucking sound. Frank is angry at first, but quickly recovers. Looking up at Gerard with soulful eyes and a pouty lip, he schools a whimper in his voice, with a little tremor for effect.

"Did I do something wrong Master? I only wanted to make you feel good by doing my best. Did i not please you? A-A-Am I really not good enough for you?"

Frank allows the tears that well up in his eyes from the pain Gerard is causing him to work to his advantage by allowing them to fall across his reddened cheeks. Gerard balks and looks down, guiltily, at him.

"Hey, hey shhh, you’re doing fine Babydoll, you sucked my cock so good, but I think you're forgetting who’s in charge here."

Gerard scratches Frank behind the ears like he is trying to reassure him that everything is all right between them. This is of course far from true. Frank softens a little when he sees how hard Gerard is trying to gain control. In a pathetic way, it is cute .

"Now you are going to finish me off, okay, but keep your hands behind your back for me."

Gerard takes a firm grip on the back of Frank’s head and guides him back to his leaking cock. Frank smirks, so Gerard thinks he is going to be in charge huh? Frank quickly comes up with a plan. He looks up at Gerard and wipes away his tears like a child would with the back of his hand.

"Okay, I'll try my best for you Master."

Frank places his hands behind him and starts a mental countdown. He allows Gerard to guide him back to his cock and he envelopes it again. He begins his pace and he can feel Gerard holding him steady where he wants. Frank does not do any of the tricks he usually does, just a steady motion in and out of his mouth. After a few minutes he feel Gerard's hand become a little lax, but still in his hair firmly. He chances a glance up and sees that Gerard is looking up with his head back enjoying the ministration. Frank's countdown ends and he forces himself forward using Gerard as momentum and impales his throat on the shaft. He chokes and sputters as he falls back on his ass and holds his throat. He rasps his breath and pretends to try and talk, but can't as he created more tears in his eyes. Gerard drops to his knees beside Frank, staring at him in horror.

"Frank! Why did you do that!? You should know better than to push yourself!"

Gerard rubs Frank's back, thinking it will help to calm him down. He makes soft soothing noises until Frank shows that he is alright.

"Here let me help you, huh kitten?"

Gerard takes Frank’s hand in his own and brings it down to his crotch. Biting his lip, Gerard wraps his and Frank’s fingers around his achingly hard cock. He moans and begins to stroke himself using Frank’s hand. Frank sits back gloating in his head. He has him right where he wants him now. He plays the docile creature and allows his hand to be manipulated by Gerard for the time being. Frank has been with Gerard so long that he knows when he is getting close and all this starting and stopping is starting to take its toll on Gerard's stamina. He watches and listens to his labored breathing, and he gets closer and closer. The interesting thing about all this is that Frank is hardly hard at all. He was rock hard when Mikey was fucking him, but using all his energy to override Gerard's plans has left him with a semi, which he is kind of grateful for because he has no distractions. Just when Gerard is about to go over the edge, he makes his move.

"Master, please forgive me, but I just have to..."

Frank pulls Gerard's hand off and along with his and glues his mouth on Gerard, pulling out all the stops to tip him over that edge. He can hear Gerard's chocked protests, but he does not stop. Then he feels Gerard stutter and the warm liquid fill his mouth. He makes sure to pull off a little to get some on his face. Frank licks and sucks the rest of Gerard's cum up and then carefully lands on his ass with his legs splayed Lolita style and licks his fingers and smiles sweetly.

"Mmmm, that was yummy Gee, sorry I mean Master."

He beams at Gerard with innocence plastered on his face along with a perfectly placed stripe of cum. He knows he looks dirty and hot and that boys cannot resist this position. He looks down again and quietly speaks.

"A-A-Am I in trouble now?"

***Gerard***

His mind hazy after the intensity of his orgasm, Gerard just stares at the teen, his face a mask of complete and utter shock. Gerard’s eyes sweep over Frank’s cum streaked face, the boy’s eyes wide and innocent, lips wet and swollen, his hair falling into his face. Gerard is at a loss for what to do. He let Frank get the upper hand, he had failed. Gerard covers his face with his hands, shaking his head. Mikey was going to be so pissed.

"No, no no no.”

"Gee? Gee, oh please don't cry, I'm sorry, I will do better next time, I promise, I just missed this and you felt so good and I was making you make all those noises that tell me you are happy. Aren't you allowed to be happy? Is being a Master all about being sad? I can tell Mikey that you did good, he doesn't even have to know, I promise, I will protect you, just... please tell me you really love me, and that you were not planning on leaving me that night, please?"

Gerard listens to Frank, his heart melting at his kitten's pleas. He has to take a moment to calm himself so as to not scare Frankie who is obviously just as lost as him.

"Shhh it's okay Babydoll. You did good, it's just, Mikey is going to be so mad at me! I'm supposed to taking charge, not you!"

Gerard is shouting now, his voice verging on hysterics. He wraps his arms around Frank, seeking comfort. He cries into Frank’s shoulder, his tail curling around him and Frank.

"I love you Frankie, I gave you that jacketbecause I wanted more time with you. I could never bring you back here because what would you have done if you had found all this out some other way, huh?"

Gerard is a gibbering wreak, tears streaking his cheeks, his body shaking violently against Frank’s.

"I care about you Babydoll. I just don't know what you are playing at, but I really wish you would just please surrender"

"*sigh* I can't do that easily Gerard, it is just not in my nature. You have to let me get used to all of this. Look I will make a deal with you, because I believe that you are telling me the truth and that Mikey lied to hurt me and make me mad at you. I will be the good kitten in front of Mikey and his Master and give you no trouble as long as when it is just the two of us, you let me take charge. I promise, I will make you look like a better Master than Mikey ever could be. Is it a deal Gee?"

Gerard nuzzles into Frank's neck, sighing deeply. Frank was not making this easy, it was tempting sure, but Mikey would kill him if he ever found out. Just how long could they play at such a dangerous game when it would not only be Mikey but him; they would be tricking? Gerard tenses at the thought of him>. When he was first turned, Mikey used to threaten Gerard with sending him to go stay with Him, what if they found out, what then!? Gerard makes fearful choking noises, his claws out and digging into the backs of Frank’s shoulders.

"I can't!"

***Frank***

Frank yelps at the pain and pushes Gerard away. He stands up and spits down at where he was sitting near Gerard.

"Well then Gerard, you're just going to have to fucking break me, and good fucking luck with that because I have never been broken! Don't think I am going to start now! Have fun trying because I am going to make you fucking miserable till you do Master!"

Frank drags out the word with a sneer before running up the stairs faster than Gerard can catch him. He runs for the front door, but only opens the lock and the door a crack. He then reverses back into the house and ducks down, hidden in the shadows. This way Gerard thinks he took off out the door. Gerard is so fucking naive, he will freak out and call Mikey. Predictable is a word that describes Gerard perfectly. He listens as Gerard just starts up the stairs and he suppresses a chuckle as Gerard runs to the door yelling his name. As Frank predicted, Gerard pulled out his phone and dialed his brother. Frank listens as Gerard cries to him that he lost Frank, and Frank can hear Mikey screaming at Gerard through the tiny speaker loud and clear. The language he uses is certainly colorful. Gerard cries out at the punishment that Mikey screams he will endure when Mikey gets home. He hears Gerard ordered to go back to the basement and wait for him. Gerard hangs up and turns back to the door, tail dropped between his legs, ears dropped, and sniveling as he makes his way down the stairs. Once the door closes Frank comes out of his hiding spot. He goes into the kitchen searching for something to drink. He opens the fridge and sees two kinds of milk. He chooses the one in the pretty glass bottle. It looks expensive so Frank assumes it is Mikey’s. He takes a good pull off of it. It tastes like melted vanilla ice cream, just not as sweet. He giggles as he realizes he has a milk mustache on his cat whiskers. He licks his chops and smiles, saluting the bottle to the basement store. He smirks and finishes it, leaving the empty container on the table in plain sight.

"Let the games begin Master Way."

This Series is:

Part 2 of Writing With KIlljoys

Notes

This posting is kind of a sad one for me. I am not sure if I lost my fic pet ***RedRom Romance*** to stupid parenting skills. Or should I say non-parenting skills. She would get grounded for the stupidest reasons and for the longest time. I watched this happen to my own son with his father and I could do nothing. It has been a week since I heard from her last text. I just wanted to share my sadness with you. Okay onto the fic. :(


Frank remains defiant as Mikey and Gerard show him what being a werekitty is all about. Mikey of course has better luck, but Gerard...well, you will see. ^-^