Borrowed

Gerard's nerves were at an all time high when he climbed into the back seat of the black Cadillac. Bob smiled at him gently through the rear view mirror and he gave a timid one right back. He gazed through the window to the passing scenery, the green foliage doing nothing to relax him. He brought his hand up to his mouth and bit on a knuckle, a nervous habit he had developed throughout the year.

It had been a week since he had been brought to Iero manor and had spent the entirety of it locked away in his room, letting himself think about how his life once was and everything that he would do to get it back. Before he had met Bert his life was that cliche of a gay man ostracized from his family when he had made the decision to come out of the closet. A week before he "went missing" he had begun to speak with Mikey again, his brother didn't like it or understand his attraction to men but he was willing to push that aside and attempt to be there for his brother. That was a lie though. Mikey never bothered looking for him, he hadn't even been concerned over the fact that Gerard had never shown up to their coffee date. He carried on as usual, is what Bert told Gerard. Bert. Bert told him. What if it wasn't true? What if he had looked for Gerard? What if he still was looking or him? Had Bert lied? Did he lie because he knew that would make it easier to hurt Gerard? Is it possible that he still had someone out there that cared for him, whether he was alive or dead? Gerard's mind was racing but he reined in his thoughts reminding himself that it wouldn't be a great to have an anxiety attack right before seeing a client.

This was his first client since coming to the manor and even though he was used to sex by now like he was used to walking he was nervous. Frank, Gerard had been told by Ray, had struggled to convince someone to buy Gerard. The fact that he was a man deterred many but finally he was able to convince a man by the name of Mr. Hale to take him and 'try him out'. The agreement was that Hale would bed him for the small fee of six hundred dollars and if he found Gerard to be acceptable he would spread the word around to his perverted social circle.

Bob turned on the blinker as he moved from the smooth paved road to a dirt one, the car jostled and Gerard looked around, surprised to notice that they weren't even heading towards a hotel or some swanky sky rise but into the heart of the woods. He remembered that night so long ago with Bert in these very same woods and couldn't help but to break the silence he had kept up so well since he entered the vehicle.

"W-Where are we going?" He asked urgently.

Bob gave him a curious look. "To Mr. Hale's home. He prefers to do this kind of business away from the prying eyes of the public."

"Prying eyes of the public?"

"He is the owner of multiple global businesses and he does the occasional modeling. So paparazzi, you know? To be seen with you would be bad for his image."

"You mean a prostitute." Gerard quietly said, not as a question but as a fact. Bob looked uncomfortable and shrugged.

Gerard leans back into his seat again and sees the car pull into a clearing, in it is a large house with grey shutters and a large front porch with a rocking chair on it. It looks homey and welcoming giving Gerard a twinge in his heart of how much he missed having somewhere to call 'home'. He knew this place was anything but that.

When the car stops Gerard slowly opens the door and waits for Bob to lead him to the front door. As they stand in front of the door Bob knocks and within seconds it opens to reveal a man in his forties about six foot two with sandy brown hair, striking blue eyes and a chiseled jaw that could cut crystal. His body was well defined, ropes of muscle on his arms and abs that Gerard was sure you only saw in the photo shopped pictures of GQ. His face had a slight spattering of facial hair that defied the hairless appearance of his exposed chest. The only other hair on him being on his arms, legs, and his happy trail leading to where there was sure to be an abundance of it.

He welcomed them inside without a word and led Gerard to a room while Bob stayed behind in the hall a book in hand ready to occupy the next hour or two of his life while he waited for this 'transaction' to be done.

Once the door was shut but not locked Gerard began to undress unbuttoning the top button of his black shirt. He heard a slight 'tsk' and felt his face be raised to look Mr. Hale in the the eye. His cold blue eyes take in every inch of his face, he leans into Gerard's hair and buries his nose there breathing in deeply. Pulling back he smiles at Gerard and smiles at his with a predatory glint in his eyes. He positions Gerard to stand in front of the foot of his bed while he sits at the edge.

"Strip." Is the only word he utters to him and that is exactly what Gerard begins to do. He undoes all the buttons and barely has one arm out of a sleeve before he is given another order.

"Slower." Gerard does so but is reprimanded again. "You are to say 'Yes sir' or 'Yes Mr. Hale.' Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

By the time Gerard is fully undressed his body soft and pale waiting for it to be marked and bruised Mr. Hale's prick is hard and waiting. Eager to have his first piece of ass from a ladyboy prostitute. He circles him like an animal on prey and examines his body taking in the Gerard's feminine figure. Gerard waits with eyes closed for him to go in for the kill and feels relief as he's pushed face first onto the mattress. The shortness of breath and strain on his neck and back familiar to him, he feels dry fingers prodding his hole and is glad that he took the time to stretch himself open while in the shower this morning. Mr. Hale gives a wry chuckle and comments on how Gerard really is a whore. He hears him spit into his palm, sadly the only kind of lubrication he intended on using, then the pain comes, the first push always the most painful. Once Gerard is able see straight again and catch his breath he does his best to move in sync with the man plastered to his back. Moaning and groaning, whispering breathlessly how good Hale was making him feel, the man grunting and growling in response. His hips jack hammering into him as his sharp nails dug into his milky skin, little bits of blood beading the surface. Minutes later Hale wraps a hand around Gerard's cock and orders him to cum. Being well taught Gerard comes within seconds contracting his ass around the thick cock of Mr. Hale. The man gives a vicious growl that vibrates in his throat and pushes as deep as he can into Gerard before he releases inside of him. The warm sticky liquid burning Gerard's used insides, he pulls out keeping Gerard on his knees, watching his own cum drip out of the hookers pink hole. He scoops some up with his thumb and pushes it back in, Gerard then feels something cold and hard at his asshole and feels it be pushed in. Hale then licks one of his ass cheeks before giving them both a harsh slap. He gets off the bed and Gerard himself begins to rise onto his forearms but is given another order not to. He hears the click of a camera and is then told to get up and get dressed. Before retreating to the hall Hale grabs him by the waist and speaks into his hair, "Make sure Iero takes that out himself my pet. Want your owner to see how pretty you look."

"Yes sir."

"Good now fix your shirt collar it's flipped." He does so and once he's done he follows Mr. Hale back into the hall where Bob is seated with a bored look on his face.

"Done?"

"Yes. Now here is what I owe," he hands over a wad of bills to Bob, who stuffs it into the pocket hidden in the lining of his jacket.

"Tell your boss that I am very pleased and will most likely be requesting him again. Also I took a picture to show to a few prospective clients."

"I don't think Mr. Iero would like that."

"Nothing of his face just something that will certainly get peoples attention." He assures Bob dismissively, he turns to Gerard, "The next time you come over make sure you're wearing it so you'll be good and ready for me pet."

"Yes, Mr. Hale."


"Good day to you gentlemen."

Hale gives him a wolfish smile and ushers them back outside into the graying outside. Gerard walks silently back to the car and tries to make himself comfortable on the leather seats but it proves to be difficult with the anal plug prodding his prostate. He squirms and whimpers quietly throughout the whole ride, earning him worried glances from Bob.

When they arrive at the manor Frank is in the foyer having a word with Ray. He had hoped he wouldn't have to face Frank when he returned but now he knew he was gonna feel obligated to tell him what Hale wanted him to do. He pauses and waits to be told what to do either from Bob or Frank. Thankfully it's Bob who tells him to wait and he stands with hands clasped in front of him and head down avoiding eye contact with Frank. He hears him whispering to Frank and he jumps when his name is said.

"Gerard."

He looks up at the short man, "Yes?"

"Follow me to my room please."

He trails behind the man and look at him in wonder when they get to the second floor where all the other bedrooms are, except they are at the end of the hall where there is no door at all only a large portrait of a late evening sun setting on what looks like some quaint little village. The wall is made of painted shiplap, and you can still see the knots and grain of the wood. His hand moves to the lower left corner of the painting and he lifts the edge of the frame to get to the wall behind it, there he presses a hidden knot in the wood and the wall begins to slide to the right.

Frank gives him a delighted smile, "Cool as fuck right? The prohibition era made the coolest little hiding place." Gerard can't help but giggle at the mans infectious smile. "Come on we don't wanna get caught in this thing when it shuts, hurts like a bitch."

The room inside is warm and decorated with reds and golds, the large desk made of a dark mahogany wood. The door to the left most likely leading to a bedroom. Frank takes a seat informally on the edge of his desk and pours himself a drink he silently offers one to Gerard who nervously declines. Frank shrugs his shoulders in 'your loss' gesture and pours himself a little more before putting the bottle to the side.

"So as not to beat around the bush let me get to the point. Was Hale too rough?"

Gerard remained stunned for a few seconds he knew Frank was nothing like Bert but he didn't expect for him to be even the slightest bit concerned on how he felt about Hale's actions. He thought for sure he was being brought to his room to be used.

"So ?"

"Um, no he was okay nothing to extreme."

"You don't have to lie Gerard. I'm not Bert, you can tell me if a client got too rough. If it's not pre-negotiated I don't allow it."

"I-I'm not lying."

"Then why does Bob tell me that you're having trouble sitting down."

Gerard turns red and mumbles his answer.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that."

"Hale uh...gave me a uh...butt plug."

"Oh..."

He shuts his eyes and continues, "He said he wanted you to take it out." He opens one eye and sees the tattooed man biting his lip, a pink blush staining his neck.

"Do you want me to?"

Before he can properly think it through he nods and drops his pants around his ankles. He bends over the side of the sofa and presents himself to Frank. He hears a short intake of breath and tries to relax when he feels the radiating warmth coming from Frank who is now standing behind him.

A cool hand runs along one cheek and he gently pulls them apart, Frank gives a quiet chuckle and murmurs something about 'sparkling asshole'. Gerard tries and fails at holding in a moan as the plug is pulled out slowly and gently. When it's all the way out he feels exposed and empty, he's almost sorry for the loss. He bends to lift his pants and hears a hearty laugh from behind him. Frank is standing there with the anal plug wrapped in a tissue.

"I'm sorry I'm not laughing at you. It's just Hale is one of my oldest clients and we've become something near friends. I've always called him a sparkling asshole and he couldn't help but to punctuate that with this."

He holds up the anal plug to Gerard and exposes the silver nub which at the end has a pink sparkling fake diamond.

"That is embarrassing."

"Eh it's more funny I would say."

"Of course you would." Gerard says bitterly, hefreezes and wishes he could backtrack, he waits to be punished for being rude but instead Frank continues giggling.

"Yeah I guess it depends on your perspective. Well I thinkit's time you head down for dinner and I have a meeting to get to."

Frank lets Gerard go down the staircase first and walks behind him, even though there is more than enough room for both of them to walk side by side but then again Frank wants a good view of Gerard's ass.

Notes

*embarrassed giggle*

Love you all.

-Venomous KIss