The Resurrection of A Tail of Three Kittens

"He does not give up does he!?"

Gerard walked over to Mikey's phone and took it from him. He contemplated answering it when it finally stopped ringing again. When it started ringing again Gerard stared at it. The phone had rang for the fifth time on Nate's number and Mikey was getting a headache. Finally Frank walks over and with Mikey trying to stop him, picks up the phone.

"Hell o, Way residence."

"F-F-F-Frankie?"

"Jon?"

"Yeah, can you and Gerard c-c-come pick Stacy and I up?"

"What, wait, where are you, where's Nate?"

"He's uh...we are at the mall, the back entrance."

"Yeah, sure, I'll get Gee, hang on were coming."

"Okay."

Frank hung up the phone and looked at Mikey.

"Gerard!"

"What is it?"

"We gotta go right now! I think something happened to Nate's Kittens. They sound scared and I think...well i think he did something to them. They are waiting for us at the mall back entrance."

Gerard grabbed his keys off the table and headed for the door. He opened the locks and headed straight for his car. He opened the door and got in with Frank climbing in quickly on the other side.

"Buckle up."

Frank was nervous the entire ride there. What would they find? Would they be beaten up? Would Nate be there? If he was Frank would beat the shit out of him! Frank started to shake in the passenger’s seat. He could feel the change threatening.

"Frankie calm down."

Gerard reached over and placed his hand firmly on Frank's thigh. He chanced a glance at Frank and smiled softly.

"Calm down baby."

Gerard pulled off to the highway and headed to the ramp of the mall. He drove behind the mall to the back entrance. Frank took deep breaths to relax. He felt the need return to stationary and then looked at Gerard.

"Thanks Gee. I will go to them.”

Frank got out of the car and entered the mall. He started to search fro where the Kittens were. The mall was not that busy since it was still before lunch. He finally found them hiding in the corner where women can go to take care of their children. They were shivering in the mall’s AC and Frank wondered if they were scantily dressed again.

"Jon, Stacy?"

Jon turned around to face Frank and Frank gasped. Jon's face was scratched and bruised. The arm that was exposed had bruises on it as well. Frank walked up quickly and then stepped back in horror. Stacy had a black eye and a split lip among other bruises on herself.

"Holy shit you guys what happened?"

Jon looked up at him and said one word that made Frank's blood boil.

"Nate."

*

Gerard looked up and his eyes filled with a look of horror. Jon and Stacy looked like they just fought a losing fight. They were marked and bloody. Gerard jumped out of the car and opened the back door. He walked over and grabbed Stacy's hand and guided her towards him and towards the car. He lifted her softly and slid her into the back seat of the car. He buckled her in and kissed her forehead. He looked at her sadly and rubbed the corner of her mouth. He then returned and helped Jon into the car, but noticed that he winced when he sat down.

"What happened to you guys?"

"Later Gee, let's just get home first."

Gerard nodded and went to get into the passenger side. He tossed Frank the keys before sliding inside and reaching back to rub Jon's leg softly.

"Get us home Frankie."

Frank looked wide eyed and then grinned.

”You got it Gee!"

Frank hopped in the car and turned the ignition on. He loved the purr of Gerard's car and he was allowed to drive so little...especially because he did not have a license. He turned up the music to something they all liked and then took off for home.

***Mikey***

Mikey was passing into the kitchen when he heard the car screech into the driveway. He slapped his forehead...Gerard let Frank drive. Sure enough, in walked Frank whistling twirling the keys. He tossed them on the table and then went to help Gerard carry in... wait,...what the fuck, carry in!?"

"Oh my God, what happened?"

"They'll tell us once we get inside."

Gerard hustled past Mikey holding Jon in his arms delicately. He walked straight to the sofa and laid him down softly. Mikey heard Jon wince when his ass touched the sofa and he knew something was wrong. He wished Grant were here, but he had a council meeting. He quickly texted him as he watched Frank help Stacy in. She was badly beaten and Mikey squeezed his phone tightly.

"I'm going to kill him."

"Tell us what happened guys."

Jon began to talk but, stopped to clear his throat.

"He raped me."

"I had walked into the kitchen and found him beaten and bruised on the floor. He was bleeding badly. He was passed out and hovering over him was Nate. He was acting like a fucking animal!”

Stacey and Jon began to tell the story in full detail as the other Mikey and his Kitten’s listened in shock and horror.

Nate walked into the living room and looked down at Stacy’s sleeping form on the sofa. He started to walk over to her when Jon appeared in the hallway and stopped him.

“She’s not feeling well Nate. I think you should leave her sleeping.”

“I don’t think she’ll stay asleep once I’m inside of her. What do you think?”

Nate reached down and moved a piece of Stacy’s hair from her face. She recoiled out of habit in her sleep. Nate chuckled and Jon spoke up again.

“I said she is sleeping. Why don’t you go do something else with your time… like fuck your own Kitten?”

Nate looked at Jon with a raised brow. Obviously he was beyond shocked that Jon would talk back to him. Jon knew the thought him an imbicle.

“You obviously have forgotten your place. It’s obvious your Master hasn’t taken the protocol to train you properly.”

“Tony has trained me well…well enough to know when my Kitten needs to be allowed to rest.”

“Obviously not since you just referred to him by his name. How about I give you a little lesson? Would you like that?”

Nate advanced on Jon causing Jon to back out of the living room. Before he knew it he was being backed into the kitchen.

“Since she can’t perform then how about you give me a show?”

“I don’t want you touching me.”

“Why not? You loved it in the beginning. What’s changed now, hmm?”

“Why don’t you go mess with Marcus?”

Jon knew it was a mistake when it left his mouth, but he barely had a second to blink before he was smacked to the linoleum floor. Nate was straddling his hips before he could move and he grasped Jon’s face firmly in his sweaty hand. Nate didn’t like the mention of his Kitten. Jon knew that Nate complained about Marcus being too pliant. He liked to be smacked around and shoved at weird angles while being fucked. Nate wanted a fight and it seemed that he chose Jon as his next victim. Nate reached down and swiftly pulled Jon’s sweatpants down his thighs. He rolled him over and crushed his face to the floor. Jon tried to fight him off but, Nate pinned his whole body on top of him.

“You know Jon… I really love when you struggle. It makes my climax so much better.”

Jon whimpered and stilled. Then he opened his big mouth again.

“Fuck you.”

Nate stilled for a moment and then grabbed Jon’s hair and smashed his face into the floor. Jon felt his nose crack and the blood seep out.

“No Jon… I’ll be fucking you.”

Jon reached and managed to push Nate off him. He tried to get away, but Nate grabbed him again. Jon reached out and scratched Nate’s face.

“Fucking bitch!”

Nate gripped Jon’s throat tight in his hands and squeezed. Jon tried to pry his hands off but his attempt was futile. He figured that Nate was trying to kill him at this point. He punched Jon in the face three times till Jon went limp. Through the blood now seeping from his lips he begged.

“P-Please M-M-Master.”

”Oh, so now I am Master huh? Now that you are trapped you think you are going to beg for mercy? Sorry, this Master knows no mercy.”

Jon was thrown back down to the floor face first. The impact smashed his nose again causing more pain. Nate pulled the rest of Jon’s pants off and Jon mentally kicked himself for not wearing underwear. Stacy was supposed to be doing laundry right now but she was not feeling well and Jon convinced her to take a nap. He wondered if she was still asleep. He hoped she was. Nate put his knee between Jon’s legs and forced them apart. He pressed down on Jon’s neck again pushing his windpipe into the floor. Jon was grateful he could not see his face.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good and you’re gonna love it because you always do. Somewhere deep within you, you love when I take advantage of you. You pissed me off so I could do this.”

Jon sobbed and Nate laughed again.

“I’m just giving you what you want.”

“No, please no!”

Jon tried to crawl away but Nate pressed his hand on the top of his back and kept it there. Jon still tried to move his hips away. Nate gripped his hip with his other hand and stilled him. He growled at him and dug his nails in.

“Fucking stay like that!”

Jon’s breathing started to change as he started to panic when he felt Nate’s hand move from his waist down the crack of his ass. Nate rested his fingers at Jon’s opening.

“So fucking tight… just looking at it makes my cock swell and jump.”

Nate spit down the crack of Jon’s ass and chuckled when Jon attempted to flinch away.

“Where are you going pretty boy. This could’ve all been prevented had you just let me fuck Stacy’s tight little honey pot.”

Jon screamed out as Nate shoved into him when saying the word ‘pot’. Jon was not in Kitten form and that meant that he went in completely dry. Nate started thrusting forward quickly and harsh. He clutched Jon’s hips and rode out his strokes harder.

“You’re so fucking tight like this. So fucking raw. Maybe I should fuck you like this more often. It’s much more pleasurable.”

Jon could feel the slickness that meant he was bleeding.He knew instantly that Nate had ripped him a new one. Nate snarled and dug his nails into Jon’s hip. Jon screamed out louder than the first time as he felt Nate drag his nails down his back to his ass. Jon continued to try and pull away between the painful thrusts.

.

“You’re not going anywhere until my cum is spilling all over you.”

“I hate you! Stop! Please s-stop!”

Nate howled at Jon’s cries and started to stutter his hips as his orgasm erupted from him. He pulled out of Jon and stood up and sprayed himself all over him. He got his cum all over his back, ass, thighs, and even some in the hairs stuck up at the back of his neck. It burned so much and Jon could not take it anymore. He passed out uttering three words.

“Stacy, I’m sorry.”

Stacy had been sleeping fitfully. She had heard screaming in her sleep, but was still down pretty far to register it. The last one though was loud enough that she opened her eyes and knew that it was real. She got up and went into the kitchen. She saw Nate fixing his pants and looking down at the floor smiling. When she looked at the floor she saw Jon, her Master, bleeding and beat up. She looked at Nate and was engraged. She emotionally changed and charged after him.

”You son of a bitch!”

She dug her nails in his back and dragged them down sharply. Nate growled and turned, smacking her to the floor and slashing her face with his nails. Stacy rolled onto her knees and tried to crawl away before Nate grabbed her leg and pulled her towards him. He grabbed her hair and pulling her face back, punched her straight in the eye. He spun her around and wrapped his hands around her throat, starting to choke her. He stared into her eyes intensely while she fought to get his hands off of her. She scratched at his arms causing him to hiss back and drop her to the ground where she gasped for air. He snarled at her and ran his hand through his damp hair.

“I’m done with this you stupid bitch. I don’t know why I ever wanted you or your useless Master. Fuck, I need a shower.”

Nate left the kitchen and slammed his bedroom door loudly. Stacy ran over to Jon’s sad body and shook him harshly.

“Jon… Jonny baby we have to go. Come on. Please get up Jon.”

Jon stirred and looked up to see Stacy scratched and beaten in front of him. His eyes widened and he lunged at Stacy.

“Oh my God Stacy! We, we gotta get out of here!”

Stacy stood up and did her best to hoist Jon’s arm and half of his body over her shoulder. She dragged him while his feet tripped over themselves. Stacy saw that Nate’s phone and wallet had fallen out when he was raping Jon. She picked them up and looked in the wallet. Inside he had just enough money to take with them to get on the bus to the mall. She thought about taking his credit card too, but decided against it. She rested Jon on the sofa and went to gather some clothing for Jon to wear. On the way back she heard the shower running. She helped Jon dress quickly, but carefully and then grabbing the phone helped ease him out the door. She was to put a hat on and tuck her tail into the back of her skirt since she had not changed back yet. Stacy and Jon moved as quickly as their bodies would let then and got to the corner just as a bus was pulling up. Jon helped her carry him up the steps. She paid the fare and sat down with the bus drivers eyes on them along with a few wide eyed passengers. Fortunately, no one asked them anything. City people were good and staying quiet.

”Where are we gonna go?”

”I don’t know…wait, the mall is on this route.”

”What then?”

”We call the only people we know here.”

When they arrived to the mall they carefully get off the bus with the help of the busdriver lowering it. They thanks him and then made their way into the mall. They headed to the back entrance where they knew no one would bother them. Stacy eased Jon onto the bench and then handed the phone to Jon. He scrolled through trying to find the name Way, but there was none. There was a listing for Sicko. Just by chance Jon hit it and saw Mikey’s name. He punched the number and huddled close to his Kitten as they waited for someone to answer.

"We called repeatedly hoping you guys would answer and you finally did."

Gerard stood there raging badly. He began to shake as his body transformed into Kitten form. His black fur was glistening in the light of the room. Mikey was wide eyed at the story, but when he watched his Kitten of four years change like a new one, he freaked out and rushed over.

"Gee, Precious, speak to me! "

"W-why would he... I want him dead! He's a fucking terrible excuse for a human being! He's an animal!"

Gerard shook harder as he fell down to the floor.

"Gee!"

At that moment Mikey’s phone vibrated, but he was too busy tending to his fallen Kitten. Frank grabbed the phone and answered it. Mikey vaguely heard him talking, but when he hung up and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Grant's coming."

"M-Masterrrr!"

Gerard reached for Mikey's and held onto him.

"I need s-something to c-calm me down."

There was nothing that Mikey could give him in Kitten form. Noting would affect him. He looked at Frank and Frank nodded.

"Come on Gee."

Mikey helped Gerard up and led him to the bedroom.

***Gerard***

Gerard followed Mikey into his room and straight to the bed. He let himself be laid down by Mikey and looked up at him expectantly. He was shaking with rage and he hadn't felt like this in years. He was scared of what could happen if he didn't calm down.

"Shhhhh, easy now Precious. Don’t worry; Master is going to take care of you."

Mikey began to stroke his fur petting his quietly. Now that he had changed, Gerard had no clothes on. He continued to pet his fur stroking from his head to under his chin where he knew Gerard was extra sensitive, Gerard's breathing began to change as he relaxed under Mikey's touch. His body convulsed with the pull of Mikey's hand running across his fur. He panted up at Mikey as he stared in his eyes.

"Master."

"I got you Precious, just relax."

Mikey continued to move down Gerard's changed body till he reached his thighs. He caressed them lightly working his way inward. He allowed himself to change as well.

"That's it precious, what a good girl you are."

"Mmmm Master."

Gerard moved softly up towards his Master. He felt so good under his paws and he just wanted to be taken care of. He wanted Mikey to make him feel amazing.

"Look at you. You want it so badly don’t you? Your body is begging for me isn’t it?"

"Y-yes Master. Please make me feel better."

Gerard placed Mikey's hand on his pelvis bone and ground up into it.

"Please Masterrrr."

Mikey smirked not wanting Gerard to suffer any longer. He crawled between his legs and lifted his hips up and smoothly slid in.

"Fuck Precious, I never get tired of being inside of you."

"M-m-mas-s-sterrr ah, ah, oh God."

Gerard clawed at Mikey's back as he arched up into him and pushed down to match Mikey's thrusts. Mikey gripped Gerard's hip tightly and started fucking him in a steady rhythm. He listened to his pants and whines as he felt him tighten his legs around his hips. He pulled Gerard towards him till they were both upright. He kissed him passionately as he thrusted up inside.

"I want to make you feel so good Precious. Want you to always feel safe with me. I will never hurt you."

"I k-know Master. *pant* I love you so much. Thank you for k-keeping me away from th-that."

Gerard put his head between Mikey's chin and his clavicle. He whimpered into Mikey's neck.

"M-M-Mikey... it feels so good. You feel so p-perfect. Oh G-God."

"That's it Precious, that's it. So good for me. I want you to cum for me."

Mikey moved around and aimed at the spot he knew Gerard's prostate was. He was now going after it with every thrust. Gerard was howling and panting hard into his neck. He bit down and Mikey growled. He pulled him into a searing kiss. Mikey's tongue roamed Gerard's mouth as he swallowed down Gerard's moan as his orgasm crashed over him like a wave. Gerard shook in Mikey's grasp as he let his head fall back and cried out Mikey's name.

"Masteeeeeeeerrrrrrrr!"

That was enough for Mikey. He thrusted in a few more times and then cried out Gerard's name as he came deep inside of him. They both held each other as they came down from their orgasms.

"Um...Excuse me?"

Mikey turned his head and saw Frank standing at the doorway. He was blushing and squirming a little.

"Uh, I put the Kittens to sleep in my room."

"Frankie Angel, come join us please."

Frank smiled and walked across the room. He climbed into the bed next to Gerard and nuzzled into his neck. Gerard rubbed his nose against Frank's. He smiled at him and pulled him close.

"I would never do that to you and I'd never let anyone do that to you. You're too amazing for that."

Gerard looked over at Mikey and reached for him.

"Thank you Mikey…Master"

"Well you seem to have everything well in hand Michael."

Everyone turned around to see Grant standing looking with pride at his Kittens. Suddenly Mikey broke down and started to cry. Grant rushed to his side and enveloped him.

"Shhhh, there there Love, it's okay."

Grant gathered Mikey up in his arms and held him close.

"Frankie Angel, will you and Gerard give us a moment?"

Frank nodded and helped Gerard up and out of the room. They could hear Mikey crying to Grant.

"Master, how could he hurt them like that?"

"I don’t know Love, but I am going to report him to the council. This has to stop."

"He's a monster and he wanted Gerard."

"You stopped that though. You saved your brother, remember that."

***Frank***

In the living room Frank was curled up with Gerard. He had put his pants back on, but left his shirt off and Frank was nuzzled into his chest.

"Gee, what is going to happen to the Kittens now?"

"I'm not sure Frankie but I know we're not sending them back there. Grant will possibly have a plan. He usually always pulls through."

Gerard ran his hand over Frank's beautiful features and kissed his forehead.

"I love you so much Frankie. I hope you know that."

"I do, and I feel safe with you. I know you will protect me from the monster, all of you."

"He was not always a monster."

Frank turned to see Stacy standing awkwardly in the hall way. He beckoned her over to them. She walked to the sofa and Frank made room for her between Gerard and himself. She snuggled in and Frank carefully wrapped his arms around her waist. She cried softly in his shoulder.

"We never should have left home. Anything was better than this, even mom's ridicule of us."

"Wait... what do you mean? Are you and Jon siblings?"

Gerard stared at Stacy willing her to answer.

"Yes, he is my older brother. Marcus wanted to turn me first, but Jon said no. He got turned instead and then was forced to turn me. All he was trying to do was protect me from our abusive mom. Who knew we would end up in an even worse situation? Marcus got a kick out of us being related and making us fuck, but we disgusted Nate. He always tried to keep up separate. Marcus is a deviant and preferred to watch us. They fought over it a lot. That is why Nate kicked Marcus out."

"Stace..."

"Jonny"

Frank looked up to see a staggering Jon come out of the room. He rubbed his eyes like a little child and it tugged at his heart. Stacy moved from between Gerard and Frank and went to her brother.

"Jonny, how are you feeling?"

"Sore and hungry."

"I could get something made for you guys in a second. Would tilapia be alright?"

Gerard got up and already headed for the kitchen. Stacy helped Jon to the sofa and Frank went to move, but Stacy shot her hand out to him.

"No, please stay."

"I'm sorry this happened to you guys."

"Thank you for taking us in."

"What's going to happen to us Jonny?"

"I don't know Stace and..."

"I am going to report him to the council, that's what."

Everyone looked up and saw Grant coming out of the bedroom without Mikey.

"Is he okay?"

Gerard pleaded to Grant with his eyes.

"Yes Gerard, he is just sleeping. Come here Precious."

Gerard didn't bother standing up. He crawled over to Grant and stopped, looking up at him.

"Yes Master?"

Grant leaned down and pet Gerard on the head lightly.

"I wanted to say..."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Stacy and Jon looked at the door and both went white.

"Relax, we are expecting Pete and Patrick."

Gerard looked at Grant for permission to go answer the door.

"Go, let them in Precious."

Gerard stood up and headed for the door. It's odd that he decided to look through the peep hole because he rarely ever did but what greeted him was far from what he needed right now. Gerard backed up and turned to look at everyone else in the room. His body started shaking. He bent over and placed his hands on his knees trying to calm himself. He looked at Grant while pointing to the door.

"It's Nate."

Frank looked over at Gerard and saw him getting upset again. At that moment Mikey came out of the room behind Grant.

"Gee, what..."

Frank jumped off the sofa and ran to Gerard.

"You in the bedroom now with the Kittens”

Grant looked at them, but Frank did not care. He needed to take control of the situation now.

"Go and take Mikey with you."

"Frankie I need to handle this."

Gerard knew what he said but as soon as it left his mouth he knew he wasn't capable of that in the condition he was currently in.

"No, you are in no condition. Listen to me Gee, go, I got this. If anyone can handle this joker it's me."

"Precious..."

Gerard looked at Mikey and sighed. He started walking towards him.

Frank watched as Gerard obeyed him and walked over to Mikey. He then heard a throat clear and looked up as Grant gave him a look. He realized he just fucked up and took control of his Master as well as Mikey in a way. The Kittens were looking at him too with a reverence. I guess it is impressive to be able to control the situation like that.

"Come along Kittens, all with me to the bedroom."

Grant gave the order and Jon and Stacy went right to them. All five walked into the room and the door shut. Frank took a breath and fixed his hair and took off his shirt. He pulled his jeans low on his hips and planted an innocent look on his face. He then walked to the door and opened it.

***Nate***

Nate looked at Frank with a raised brow as he opened the door. He looked sexier than he's ever seen him before and he couldn't believe they'd even let him answer the door. Nate leaned forward and looked inside of the house. He sniffed and then stood back up. He looked Frank up and down one last time before looking at his face.

"Where are my Kittens?"

"Are they not with you Master Nathaniel?"

Nate bristled at being called Nathaniel. He knew they did it purposefully. Nate looked on each side of him before turning back to Frank and extending his arms to the side as if people were standing next to him.

"Do you see them with me Frank?"

"No, but I had assumed they were with their Master. Sorry, for doing so."

Frank looked down at his feet in a submissive stance. Nate looked at the Kitten before him and smirked. He liked when they were submissive but something told him that this one was a fighter and well... he liked that too.

"May I come in?"

"Of course, sorry, I was cleaning up and making a snack for myself. My Masters are doing business so I have to fend for myself right now."

Frank stepped aside and bowed along with an arm wave to bade him in. Nate sniffed the air again and noted that he smelled fish.

"A snack huh?"

Nate walked deeper into the living room and looked around. His eyes landed back on Frank and he stared at his hips licking his lips before speaking again.

"Would you happen to have enough for me?"

Nate walked closer to Frank and ran his hand down his chest to his stomach. He rested his finger in the front of Frank's open pants.

"I could use a snack."

"Of course Master Nathaniel. Please have a seat and I will get right on serving you."

Frank smiled at him and then turned into the kitchen swaying his hips a bit. He bent over and opened the oven to check on the fish. He wiggled a bit shaking his ass to work the grate in place. He then stood up and smiled.

"Can I fix you something to drink?"

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Nate sat down on a stool and looked at Frank's ass.

"I was referring to you Frankie."

Nate called him by the pet name just to see his reaction. Frank blushed”

"Aww you are so sweet Master Nathaniel, but I am sure your appetite is quite sated, what with three other Kittens to care for your needs. "

Frank went to the fridge and pulled out a glass bottle of milk that Nate realized was Mikey's along with a bottle of Kahlua. He measured them out carefully in a tumbler over ice and then brought it over to him.

"My Master's favorite drink. I think you would enjoy it too."

The timer went off and Frank turned back to the oven. He bent over and pulled out the fish and plated it neatly, He brought that over to him and placed it on the table.

"Please Master Nathaniel, take what you like."

Nate grabbed Frank's hand and pulled him close to him.

"I like you. Can I take that?"

Frank chuckled and pulled his hand away.

"Now Master Nathaniel, you know I belong to Master Gerard along with Master Michael and Master Grant."

He went and sat down opposite Nate and grabbed a piece of fish. He ate it quietly licking his lips to catch the butter dripping off it. Nate scoffed and reached for the glass. He gulped it down before putting the glass down with a loud thump. Nate was getting fed up. He hadn't come here with the intensions of having a damn lunch with a newborn.

"Something tells me you know where my Kittens are. I can feel it... *sniff* smell it."

Nate looked dead at Frank.

"Now are you going to tell me where they are or am I going to have to ransack this place to pieces?"

"I assure you Master Nathaniel that I have no idea of their whereabouts. You are welcome to wait for my Master's to return, but I must get back to my cleaning duties."

Frank cleared his plate and placed it in the sink. He filled the sink with water and quickly washed the dish. He then moved into the living room and picked up an apron that was sitting on the back of the sofa. He then unbuttoned and removed his pants so that he was standing there in a black lace thong. He slipped the apron over his head and picked up the feather duster next to the table. He proceeded to dust the book shelves reaching for the highest ones on his tip toes. Nate looked at Frank with wide eyes. He'd be a fool not to give Frank what he was clearly asking for. He walked up behind Frank and spun him around.

"What are you playing at Frank? Are your Masters not taking care of you?"

Nate reached down and groped Frank's cock through the apron and thong.

"I-I-I don’t know what you are talking about? This is what I have been told to wear when I clean the house at all times. Don’t your Kittens have to wear costumes too?"

Frank backed up into the bookcase trying to get away.

"I just follow my Masters orders like a good Kitten and never question them."

"Oh yeah?"

Nate crushed his body to Frank's and ran a finger down the side of his face.

"If only Jon and Stacy were like you."

Nate pushed harder into Frank if that was even possible.

"How about you give me what I want and I'll be going. You or the Kittens... make your choice."

"No, I can’t. I belong to Master..."

Nate pushed his lips to Frank's. He forced his tongue between his teeth and ground his hips forward. He pulled Frank's hair harshly and reached down to wrap Frank's leg around his waist. Frank tried to push Nate away again.

"Please Master Nathaniel, stop! I beg you!"

"Why must you Kittens make it so hard for your Masters huh?"

Nate reached down and tugged on the underwear making sure to rip them off of Frank. He pinned Frank against the bookcase and grabbed his cock.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

***Mixed POV***

Grant came barreling out of the bedroom and pushed Nate hard away from Frank. Frank collapsed on the ground shaking. Gerard walked in and rushed over to Frank. He pulled him into his lap while glaring up at Nate with rage. He was shaking worse than Frank. He knew it would be any second before he changed again. Nate looked at Grant and fixed his clothing. He smoothed his hand through his hair and looked down at Frank. He was a liar. He said he was alone and he wasn't. Nate looked at Gerard who was a mess. He finally looked back at Grant.

"I just came for my fucking Kittens!"

Nate was tired of this shit. He always had to fight for what he wanted. He just wanted to live a life where someone fucking gave him what he wanted or treated him like he deserved to be treated.

"Yeah, well you aren't getting your fucking Kittens or any other ones for that matter Rapist!"

Mikey surged forward and grabbed Nate pushing him into the wall.

"You say my brother and I are disgusting because we are related, but you raped your Kitten's Kitten and he was not even changed! You sick fuck! Now you think you can touch one of MY Kittens too!?"

Mikey gets angrier and angrier till he howls and changes for the first time unwanted in years. He strikes Nate across the face with his claws causing him to cry out in pain. Mikey would have done more, but he feels Grant pulling him away.

"Michael Love, easy please stop."

Mikey sputters and hisses trying to get back to Nate. he can hardly hear Grant's voice, but Gerard's cuts through.

"Mikey please stop."

Gerard was afraid for once. Mikey never acted like this and he just had an emotional change. Gerard stood up and walked over to Mikey. He placed his hand softly on his back and rubbed him.

"Please calm down Master."

Nate looked at them all with wide eyes. Frank stood up and walked over to Nate he smiled sweetly and then punched him in the face. He then kicked him in the nuts and when he doubled over he kneed him in the throat.

"If you ever touch another Kitten again, I will personally rip off all of your appendages one by one starting with your cock."

Frank then spit on him and walked back over to Gerard.

"That is if it is okay with you Master."

Gerard stared straight at Nate as he answered Frank and continued rubbing Mikey.

"That wouldn't be necessary because I'll be sure to do it myself."

Gerard wrapped his arm around Frank's neck and pulled him close to him in a protective way. Nate looked at him while coughing and still holding his balls.

"What do you want me to do with him Master?"

Gerard looked up at Grant. At that moment the doorbell rang and Grant placed Mikey with Gerard and answered it.

"Right on time gentlemen. I want to press charges on Master Nathaniel Holden for rape and violating the Master's Property Regulations."

The men nodded and moved into the living room to take Nate away. Nate fought as he was dragged into the living room and out of the door.

"YOU ALL BETTER PRAY I NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!!!!! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL! FUCK YOU GRANT!"

Gerard sighed and held Frank tighter. Mikey collapsed to the floor. Gerard crawled over to Mikey's crumpled body on the floor. He lifted his head into his lap and petted him.

"What do you need Master?"

"He needs sleep. A good night’s rest."

"What about us?"

Jon and Stacy finally emerged from the bedroom after hearing Nate being taken away. Gerard looked at the Kittens and nodded towards where they came from.

"You can both rest in the bedroom or go into the living room. We'll talk as soon as I help my Master to his room. Frank, go with them and make sure they're comfortable."

Gerard used his knees and strength to pick Mikey up. It wasn't an easy task since he was kind of weak to from almost changing. He walked past Grant and headed for the stairs. Frank herded the Kittens into his room. He settled them into his bed and tucked them in.

"No worries guys, we will take care of you until we find your Master."

"Frank, he's just as bad as Nate was."

"Then we will find another solution, no worries, I promise."

He kissed them both and watched as Stacy snuggled into Jon's neck and they both sighed and drifted off. Frank made his way out of his bedroom and into the main one. He saw Gerard on the bed with Mikey soothing him. He saw the shadow of Grant next to the fireplace. He sighed and went to Gerard.

"I fucked up didn’t i?"

"Yes you did... but you were only trying to help. Just take whatever our punishment may be."

"Okay. I understand Gee."

"Frank."

Frank hears Grant call him to the alcove. He sighs and walks over.

"Yes Master?"

"Come sit with me. Gerard, I need you too."

Gerard looks at Mikey once more before reluctantly standing up and walking over to where Grant is. He takes his submissive stance on the floor. Gerard always made sure to behave perfectly for Grant because Mikey had taught him well. He just knew he wasn't as good as Mikey and Grant at being a Master.

"Yes Master?"

"I believe I have been duped by the two of you as well as my own Kitten. Do you want to explain yourself?"

Frank began to talk, but then realized he was not being addressed. He quieted and just listened.

"I-I-I *sigh* I'm sorry. I just... I'm not you or Mikey. I'll never be as good as you both are at giving orders and punishing. I'm great at taking them... I'm meant to be a submissive but it doesn't mean that I can't be a Master when I have to be. Frank isn't a submissive guy but he tries for me. Mikey knows that I'm... I'm in love with Frank. However Frank does know who's in charge here. He knows that whatever Mikey says is law. He knows that if I have to I will punish him. He knows how to be good in order not to be punished. Mikey really didn't do anything wrong... I promise. If I ever stepped out of line Mikey made sure he put me back in my place and he did the same with Frank."

Gerard took a deep breath before continuing.

"Frank and I have an understanding. He knows what it is that he's expected to do. It's just that sometimes I like to be submissive to Frank because that's all I really know. That's what I'm comfortable with. I do enjoy taking control sometimes but most times I'd rather... be controlled. I'm sorry Master."

Grant turned to Frank.

"And you, what have you to say about this subterfuge?"

Frank looked at Gerard and his heart swelled. He then looked at Grant and got angry. How dare he make Gerard feel like this when it was clear that Gerard was never ready to be a Master. He snarled and stood up.

"You know what, fuck you! How dare you treat him like that! Gerard has been noting, but amazing towards me and you and Mikey had to make him feel like shit because he can’t control me?! I got news for you baldy, NO ONE CONTROLS ME! I choose to listen if I want and when I don’t want to, you bet your ass I don't!"

Gerard's eyes were damn near sitting in Frank's lap. He couldn't believe Frank would say that to Grant and furthermore he now had to discipline him. He understood that Frank cared for him but it only made things harder for Gerard when he was forced to punish Frank. Gerard stood up and looked sternly at Frank.

"Frank you know you cannot talk to Master Grant like that. I have to punish you now. You just contradicted everything I said and made it seem like another lie."

Grant stands up and walks over to Frank. Frank stands there defiantly. Grant continues to look at Frank, but speaks to Gerard.

"You have your hands full with this one Gerard. You know that?"

Grant then does something unexpected, he laughs.

"Frankie Angel, I cannot wait to meet the Kitten that you choose to Master."

Grant goes to leave the room, but not before petting Gerard on the head.

"Get some sleep you two, it has been an emotional evening. I am going to spend time with my Kitten."

With that Grant leaves the area. Frank looks at Gerard wide eyed.

"Uh, does that mean I don’t get punished?"

"Oh you're getting punished."

Gerard was so beyond embarrassed. Frank made him look like a fool and if it's one thing Gerard absolutely doesn't stand for is being made to look like a fool.

"Let's go Frank."

Gerard pads quietly out of the room with Frank behind him.

***Frank***

When they get back to the bedroom Frank looks over at Grant holding Mikey and sleeping peacefully. Suddenly he is tired and wants to sleep to with Gerard wrapped around him.

"Gee, can't we just go to sleep. I feel so drained."

Frank lets a small whine out to try and push his point across. Gerard waited until they were both out of the room and had the door shut before continuing what he was going to say.

"You do realize what you just did right Frank?"

Frank feels so weary that he lets his head droop.

"Yes Master I do."

He just wants to get the punishment over with so he can sleep forever. Gerard let out a slow breath remembering what just almost happened to Frank. He wrapped his arms around Frank and pulled him in.

"The only reason... only reason I'm not going to punish you Frank is because what you just almost went through with Nate. I would feel too horrible."

Gerard lifted Frank's face and looked into his sleepy eyes.

"You shouldn't have put yourself into danger like that."

Gerard picked Frank up bridal style and heads to the living room.

Frank cannot believe what he just heard and now he was being carried to where? The basement?

"Gee, you know I did it for you and I would do it again."

"I wouldn't let you. I only let you this time because of Mikey."

Gerard sat Frank down softly on the sofa. He then moved the coffee table out of the way and motioned for Frank to sit there. He began removing the cushions from the sofa and sitting them neatly next to the sofa. He pulled the bed out of the sofa and made sure the covers were perfect before picking up one of the cushions and throwing it at Frank playfully.

"Come get into bed Pumpkin."

When Gerard turned back to Frank he was fast asleep snuggled against the tossed cushions.

Gerard sighed and smiled at Frank. He went over to him and picked him up. He laid him on the bed and kissed his forehead before climbing in with him. Gerard trailed his eyes over Frank's naked form and smiled sadly.

"Why would you ever do that to me? You damn near gave me a heart attack."

Gerard whispered against Frank's ear and pecked him there. He looked at him again and had a brief thought that he'd be tempted too if he was Nate. He quickly brushed that out of his mind and pulled the covers up over Frank.

"Sleep well my love."

***Gerard***

*knock knock*

"Anyone home?"

The front door opened and Patrick walked in with Pete. He looked in the living room and saw Gerard and sleeping Frank.

"Did we come at a bad time?"

"No, no. It's fine. We just had a very eventful day. Come in."

Patrick takes off his coat and Pete bounds into the living room and up on the sofa bed. He looks at Frank and frowns.

"Did something happen to Frankie today?"

"He put himself in danger, but of course we didn't let anything serious happen to him."

Gerard told Pete and Patrick everything that happened from the phone call until now.

"Wow, fuck, I can't believe your Kitten is that strong!"

"Yeah, it's kind of a turn on to know a Kitten that powerful."

Pete rubbed lightly against a sleeping Frank and purred his admiration. Patrick swatted his ass lightly.

"Down babe, let him rest."

"Awww, I just wanted to snuggle."

Gerard laughed lightly at Pete.

"If anyone is gonna do anything with Frank it'll be me, but he needs rest."

Pete pouted and curled up at the end on the bed giving a snort at being dismissed. He grumbled, but settled in and let the Master's talk.

"Come on Gerard, let's go in the kitchen.

Gerard nodded and scooted out of the bed. He followed Patrick into the kitchen and went over to the cabinet to get two glasses out. He put them on the counter and then went to remove the dishes that Frank had used with Nate. He emptied the remaining food and sat them in the sink. He went into the refrigerator and pulled out the milk and poured some into each glass before returning the milk to the refrigerator. He closed it and walked over to the glasses, picking them up, and then walking over to hand Patrick one and taking a seat.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

Patrick looked over at the sofa and saw, as he predicted, that Pete had crawled up to frank and snuggled next to him in the crook of his neck. He sighed and tuned back to Gerard. he lowered his voice a bit before he spoke.

"It's Pete. I think he is lonely. I have had him for more than a year now and well...I think he needs to take his own Kitten."

"Well... there is Stacy and Jon..."

"But, you said that Jon was Stacy's Master and ..."

"Yes, but Jon is the one in need of someone who cares."

Patrick and Gerard looked up and saw the timid Kitten with a sheet pulled around her shoulders. Patrick went wide-eyed when he saw the black eye she had among her other facial injuries.

"He did all that to you?"

Stacy sniffed and nodded.

"C-C-C-Can I have something to drink?"

"Of course Stacy."

Gerard stood up and went to get another glass. He poured her some milk and then gave her the glass.

"Take a seat."

Stacy went for instinct and got on the floor. Patrick sputtered and reached down without thinking and pulled her into his lap.

"Kittens only sit on the floor if they are being punished or taught a lesson."

Gerard looked at her sadly.

"You don't have to be like that around us unless, like Patrick said, you're being punished. Even still you would be punished properly. You don't have to worry about what Nate used to do to you. It won't happen anymore. We're not like that."

Gerard nodded over to the chair.

"Now if you want that's where you can sit. Or stay there if you're comfortable."

Stacy curled up in Patrick's lap and they could see she made her choice. He pet her lightly and she began to purr, but he could tell that she did not purr often because the vocal chords were weak. He wondered in Nate ever gave her a reason to be anything, but scared. Stacy picked up the glass of milk and it rattled in her hand as she brought it to her mouth. She winced when the glass touched her still swollen lip. Patrick reacted again and took the glass from her. He took a sip and then softly planted his lips against her own and fed her the milk from his mouth. She stayed very still and drank from him quietly.

"I used to do that for her when we were younger."

Jon hobbled out of the room and into the kitchen. He winced with every step he took. Gerard gestured for Jon to sit in his lap.

"Do you want some milk too?"

Jon nodded and then went to kneel on the floor, but cried out in pain before he even made it to his knees. Gerard picked Jon up and sat him down in his lap.

"I'm going to tell you like we just told Stacy; you don't have to kneel here unless you're told to, or you're being punished."

Gerard picked up his glass and put it to Jon's lips.

"Here... drink mine."

Jon shook a little and took small sips from the glass. He coughed a bit, but drank it down. He looked over at Stacy who was being taken care of by Patrick and sighed.

"She deserves a better Master than me. I was never any good at protecting her.”

"You protected her tonight Jon. He could've done what he did to you to her but you didn't let that happen. Sure she was beat on but he could've done worse. He's a monster! You couldn't have protected her on your own! Look... being a Master isn't about protecting her because she shouldn't need protecting. She should be in a loving environment. If it's agreed upon you guys could be in one with Patrick."

Gerard looked at Patrick.

"If you wouldn't mind that. Then you guys could see us and have all of us as your protection if you need it."

Jon looked up at Gerard in earnest, but then he frowned again.

"But Master Patrick has Pete already, One cannot have more than one Kitten and..."

"But Pete has no Kittens of his own. If you would be his Kitten, than you could learn to be a better Master for your sister."

Jon's eyes get wide and he looks at Stacey, but she has fallen asleep on Patrick's lap.

"You know we are related...and it does not disgust you?"

"Of course not. I know that Gerard and Mikey are related and they are fine. Kitten's cannot have children so there is no danger of pregnancy."

"Yeah and honestly you don't have to worry about that. Mikey and I never do. We understand what we have and why we are this way."

Gerard stroked Jon's face lovingly. He really was a sweet boy.

"Why would Pete want damaged good like me? I mean he could have a brand new Kitten that would be much better than I ever could be."

What Jon had said honestly hurt Gerard's heart. He hated that Jon thought that way about himself.

"Come on now. I have a feeling he could make you feel how you always should have, which is beautiful. Pete is a sweetie. You should meet him and find out for yourself."

"Gee, why is there a 130 lb Pete Wentz lying on top of me?"

"Fuck you, I only weight 125 thank you very much."

Gerard looked up at the Kittens and smiled.

"He just wants someone to love."

Gerard smirked at Pete.

"I think you could have someone. This is Jon and that's Stacy."

Gerard nodded over to Stacy who was now snuggling closer into Patrick.

"Is anyone going to help me? I'm being smothered here."

"Yes, but I am smothering you with love Frankie dear...hey, is that fish I smell?"

Pete bounded over the sofa and walked into the kitchen.

"Ooohhh milk!"

He grabbed Patrick’s glass and downed it getting his whiskers all wet.

"Hi! I'm Pete!"

He extended a paw to Jon. Jon looked at him bewildered and then back at Gerard.

"Him?"

Gerard burst out into laughter.

"He's a free spirit Jon. I think you need that."

"Oh she's pretty, is she yours?"

Pete went to look at the girl in Patrick’s arm. He licked a stripe up her neck and she giggled.

"She tastes good and she has your scent on her."

He then walked back over to Jon and licked him. He made a face at this.

"You don't have a very good taste though. I can taste an icky Master on you yuck."

Jon hung his head, but then Pete did something strange. He grabbed Jon out of Gerard's lap and pulled him to the ground. He crawled on top of him and sniffed around his body making faces till he finally found a spot of Jon's side. He keened in delight and then licked the skin there.

"That's better. There you are! See, now you taste good where he is not all over you. You know what? You need a shower. Come on!"

Pete pulls Jon up and begins to drag him to the bathroom. He stops in the hall way and lets go of Jon and then goes and grabs for Stacy looking at Patrick for permission. Patrick lets go of the girl and Pete grins. He pulls her to the hallway and then herds them both into the bathroom.

"No one turn on the water please for about...45 minutes? Thanks!"

Gerard smiled and shook his head.

"He's a riot huh?"

"Oh yeah, a regular roller-coaster."

"Gee..."

Frank can be heard whining from the sofa bed. Gerard instantly stood up and headed for sofa. He sat down and rubbed Frank.

"What's wrong Pumpkin?"

"Look what Pete did."

Frank whimpers again as he points to his rock hard cock, which Pete had obviously caused.

"Oh..."

Gerard's eyes went wide before smirking at Frank. Gerard climbed on top of Frank and started kissing him.

"What do you want me to do about it baby?"

Gerard started plating kisses on Frank's neck.

"Make it go away...please Master?"

Gerard nodded.

"I figured that baby.”

Gerard kissed Frank urgently before pulling back. He didn't know what had gotten into him but he wanted Frank badly now. Maybe it was because he was totally naked under him and looked like heaven. Frank arched and preened under Gerard. He felt more beautiful than he ever had before knowing that Gerard was looking at him with hunger. He wanted to show Gerard that he was all his.

"Take me Master, make me yours again. Erase everything he did to me."

Gerard forgot about everything else going on around him. Those words struck a chord in him. He wanted to make Frank his again. Gerard reached down and slid his pajama pants down and then kicking them off the rest of the way. He lifted the sheet that was between him and Frank and slid under it. He placed his body softly on top of him and looked into Frank's eyes. Gerard stuck his fingers into his own mouth before reaching down and pushing them into Frank. Frank arched up into him as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of him. He started scissoring them, opening Frank up enough so that he wouldn't hurt him. He didn't want to be Nate. He licked his palm from the base to his fingers and reached down to slick his cock up. He looked at Frank to make sure he was ready. He hadn't been in Frank like this in a while.

"Are you ready Frankie?"

"Yes Master, please. I want to feel you inside me, just like this."

Frank arched his body at Gerard to show him how serious he was. Gerard grasped his cock and put it to Frank's entrance. He mentally counted to three for whatever reason and pushed inside of Frank. He made sure to slide in at a slow pace. Gerard pushed until he was seated all the way inside of him.

"This okay?"

"I have not felt like this is so long. I missed it Gee. I missed the burn that tells me that we are connected."

Frank started to push back trying to get Gerard to move.

"Fuck."

Gerard started moving inside of Frank. It felt so good to be inside of him like this. He just wanted to lose his mind inside of Frank and have Frank do the same. Frank was so tight and Gerard decided he'd have to have sex with Frank like this more often.

"You feel so good."

Frank was at a loss for words. He keened and groaned at each thrust. When Gerard hit his prostate he cried out and clamped his thighs onto Gerard's hips trying to pull him in deeper.

"Fuck again please, again."

Gerard complied with Frank's pleas. He pushed into him hitting his target with each thrust. Gerard threw his head back as he felt himself bottom out. His body was shaking with the feel of Frank pulsating around him.

"My God Frankie."

That's it Gee, That's it. Cum for me. Want to feel you so badly filling me up. Want to know you have fucked me for days later. SO fucking hard for you."

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, ooooh Frankie. Mmmmm!"

Gerard was losing his composure. Frank words hit him like a ton of fucking bricks. He felt the familiar sensation in his stomach and knew he wouldn't be lasting much longer.

"And I want to cum with you without being touched. Just from what your cock can do to me."

Frank's last words were coming out in ragged pants because he was just as close. Gerard starting thrusting into Frank faster, making sure to hit his prostate, before his hips started to stutter. His orgasm washed over him like a waterfall. He looked down at Frank's blissed out face and moaned out as he started spilling himself inside of Frank.

"Ahhhh Frankiiiiiiiieeee."

Frank cried out as he came hard between his and Gerard's stomach. It shot high and covered his chest as well. His breathing was labored and he tried to relax it, but he could feel the aftershocks coming through and it shook him to the core that Gerard could make him feel like this.

"I love you Gee."

"I love you too Frankie."

Gerard leaned down and kissed Frank softly. He really did love this boy. In that moment Gerard was glad he had bitten him cause he couldn't imagine living without Frank.

*clap clap clap clap*

"Well that was quite a performance you two."

Gerard looked over and saw Patrick staring straight at them He got off of Frank and laid next to him to compose himself. He pulled Frank into his arms.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Oh no, I quite enjoyed the show. It will be something for my memories when Pete is not around."

At the moment Pete emerged with two slightly soaked, but satisfied looking Kittens.

"Mission accomplished."

"Mission?"

Pete turned to the living room and went happily wide eyed when he saw Frank awake.

"Frankie, you're awake!"

"Yeah...wait...no no no no Pete!"

Too late Pete bounded over the sofa and lunged at Frank crushing him in a bear hug.

"Eeewww Frankie!"

Pete stood up with a chest covered in cum. Frank could not help giggle, but it died down quickly when Pete raised his eyebrow and smirked. Frank tried to back up, but the coffee table was in the way. Pete scooped him up and tossed him over the shoulder and headed back towards the bathroom whistling.

"Gee!"

"Are you really objecting Frank?"

"Uh...yes?"

"Okay. Then put him down Pete. I'll handle him."

"Uh...no?"

"What?"

Gerard walked over to Pete and took Frank from him. He held him over his shoulder like Pete had been previously doing.

"You do know this is my Kitten right and I'm a Master?"

That was probably the first time Gerard had ever pulled rank but he didn't care.

"I...uh...Sorry Master Gerard."

Pete dropped his head in a submissive position.

"Bravo Gerard bravo."

Gerard looked up and saw Grant standing in the hallway with a look of reverence on his face. Mikey was standing next to him beaming with love and pride. Gerard couldn't help but blush at the attention. Gerard noticed the way Mikey was looking at him and blushed even more if that was possible. He loved when he could feel the praise coming from Mikey without it even being mentioned.

"Did you two sleep well? We didn't wake you did we?"

Gerard realized he was still holding a naked Frank in the air but Frank didn't seem to mind.

"Yes Gerard. We are quite well rested. Hello Patrick, welcome back, have you been here long?"

Patrick looked at Gerard.

"Only long enough to meet these two young Kittens, hear a story, and watch a very entertaining show."

"Oh and who was putting on the show?"

"Why your two darling Kittens of course."

Gerard chuckled nervously.

"We got a little caught up."

Gerard shrugged the shoulder he wasn't holding Frank on.

"Ah I see and what happened here?"

Grant swept a hand at Jon and Stacy standing moderately clothed and slightly wet. Pete dropped his stance and beamed brightly.

"I made sure they don’t smell like that cock knocker anymore didn't I Master?"

"Yes Pete, and you did a fine job. Speaking of, Grant, Gerard say that these two Kittens no longer have a home or a Master?"

"Well I was thinking that maybe Pete could be Jon's Master and Jon stay as Stacy's."

Gerard looked from Pete up to Grant. Grant looks at Pete who is still beaming and the Kittens who are blushing and rubs his chin thoughtfully.

"You know, that is not a bad idea. Of course we will have to wait till Nate goes before the council, but meanwhile, would you mind hosting a couple of wayward Kittens Master Patrick?"

"I think we have room, what do you think Pete?"

"Hell yeah!"

Everyone laughs and then a small voice is heard over Gerard's shoulder.

"Uh...can I get down now?"

Notes