Safe?.... Hardly! (Re-edited for easier reading)

~~1 year and 27 days ago~~

*Knock knock* Bert frowned.

"Gerard! Answer the fuckin' door"

He shouted over his shoulder towards the kitchen, where the older man was busy cleaning up the mess from dinner. Bert returned his attention to the TV, and some stupid reality show, where celebs were made to live in a jungle, or something, Gerard didn't know, or really care, it wasn't his kind of thing at all. Bert was apparently still mad though, and Gerard thought better of asking him to get the door, even if it did mean he would have to go with wet hands, and spaghetti sauce down his shirt.
Walking quickly through the living room, Gerard glanced towards Bert, only to receive the same, near murderous stare he'd been thrown before, when he'd accidentally burnt dinner while talking on the phone. It hadn't been his fault, Frank had called him, but Bert wasn't interested in the whys or wherefores of their conversation, his dinner was burnt, and Bert was angry!

He'd hit the roof, yelling and swearing, throwing the burnt offerings into Gerard's face, glass dish and all, then he'd proceeded to push his by now terrified boyfriend backwards towards the kitchen counter, until his back struck it with force, probably leaving a mark. Then he hit him! Once...twice...three times! Always the stomach, he never hit where anyone could see and ask questions!
Whimpering, Gerard's knees gave way beneath him and he fell to the currently spaghetti covered tiles, gasping and coughing for air.

"Clean that shit up!"

Bert hissed, before turning to walk into the living room and switch on the TV.
Gerard wiped his hands on a dish cloth as he continued towards the door. Upon opening it, his fake, "for company" smile, changed, and spread, into a much more genuine grin.

"Hi Frank!"

He said, quietly, hoping Bert wouldn't hear. Frank's head was down, but when he heard his friend's soft voice, he raised it, their eyes meeting. Gerard's smile faltered!

"What's wrong Frank? Is it your dad?"

Frank's dad had been rushed into hospital in the early hours of the morning, and Frank wasn't entirely convinced that he would pull through, This was, after all, the third heart attack in two years! His chances weren't great.

Frank nodded, red swollen eyes glistening with tears.

"He's gone!"

He gasped, sobs suddenly taking over his small body. He appeared to be collapsing in upon himself, and all Gerard wanted to do was hold him, comfort him, but, as he went to take a step forward, Bert suddenly moved to his side and looked out at the crumbling figure on the doorstep.

"Frank!"

He sneered.

"Sorry, but this really isn't a good time!... Bye!"

Then he closed the door in Frank's face, leaving him distraught and bewildered.

Bert turned slowly towards Gerard, the look on his face telling Gerard that he was in serious trouble.

"What's that runt doin' here?"

He spat, advancing, as Gerard backed up to the wall.

"He...he's my...f.friend!"

Gerard stuttered, blood rushing through his ears as he realised that he had nowhere to run.

"Was it him you were talking to before?... You know! when you ruined dinner!"

Bert's voice was cold and quiet, it scared Gerard so much more than when he shouted.
Gerard nodded, head cast to the floor.

"He n.needed to ...t.talk!....His d.dad..."

Gerard trailed off, hot tears leaving salty trails down his cheeks.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!"

Bert hollered, leaning into Gerard's ear, nearly deafening him in the process.

"You don't talk to him! Ever! You hear me?"

He snarled, hot fetid breath making Gerard gag slightly. Gerard nodded, too scared to reply.

"You little slut! You been fuckin' him, haven't you?!"

Bert hissed, grabbing Gerard by the throat and squeezing hard enough that he started to turn red, and his eyes bugged from his head.

Clawing at Bert's fingers, he shook his head vehemently, mouth opening and closing, fish-like, as he struggled for breath.
Suddenly, Bert let go of his throat, allowing him to take in huge, gasping breaths, before grabbing him again, this time by the hair, twisting his bony fingers painfully into the tangled black strands, and dragging him away from the front door.
Gerard whimpered and cried out as pain ripped through his scalp, his face burning from hot tears.

"You belong to ME, slut, got it? ME!"

He screamed in Gerard's face as he grabbed a key from a little hook on the wall in the kitchen. Gerard started to panic even more than before, that, was the key to the basement!

Gerard never had a problem with basements, he'd lived in his mother's for several years after all! But Bert's was different! Bert had.. things down there!

A few months ago, he had acquired a bed, of sorts. It reminded Gerard of a gynaecologists chair, stirrups and all... but it wasn't that!
This one had heavy, lockable restraints, and could be moved, putting the person to be strapped to it, into different positions.
Sitting, laying down... bent forward, like they were leaning over a desk! With hands and feet secured in place, they would be totally powerless, completely at the other's mercy, if they chose to show any! Bert never showed any!
When they'd first got together, he had been so gentle, so sweet... where had that Bert gone?

Opening the door, Bert threw Gerard violently down the rough wooden steps into the darkness below. He tumbled down, feeling his head strike the brick wall to the right and at least two ribs crack, before landing in a crumpled heap on the cold concrete floor.
Groaning weekly, he tried to crawl away as the dim light flickered on, and Bert descended the stairs.

"Uh uh uh!"

He chuckled at the whimpering mess in front of him.

"Where do you think you're goin'?"

He said, stepping up to the terrified man, cowering on the floor.

Bert grabbed him roughly by the front of his dirty Iron Maiden tee, and dragged him to his feet.

"Come on..."

He hissed.

"You're gonna enjoy this!"

He chuckled slightly, thinking about what he'd said.

"Well, maybe not so much... but I sure will!"

Gerard's head was spinning as Bert ripped the clothes from his thin, broken body and strapped him to The Chair!
Tears mixing with the blood on his face from the many collisions with the steps, and with the hard, rough basement floor.
He was secured in a laying position, with his hands high above his head, and his legs spread apart to a most painful degree, almost to the point of his hips dislocating!
Gerard tried to get his mind to wander, to think of something else... ANYthing else. At that moment, he could quite happily slip into unconsciousness, at least then, he couldn't know what Bert was doing!

Gerard thought of Frank! and inside, he smiled! Frank was so sweet and kind! He'd been in love with Frank for as long as he could remember, but Frank was straight, he knew this! He was always with one pretty girl or another, and even if he had been gay, he'd never give Gerard a second glance. But that wouldn't stop him from loving the cute, sweet tattooed boy, nothing could stop that!

Gerard could hear Bert as he moved around behind him, preparing his "toys" as he called them! He knew this was going to be bad, maybe the worst yet, he'd never seen Bert this mad before!

When Bert reappeared, he had stripped off his own jeans and t-shirt, and was just wearing a pair of ugly grey boxers and a smile that set Gerard's teeth on edge.

"Let's have some fun, before we begin, eh?"

He proposed, not that it was a suggestion of course, Gerard really didn't have a choice in the matter.
Bert slipped his fingers into the top of his underpants, and pushed them down from his narrow hips, before letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of the pooled fabric, and moved towards Gerard's side.
Leaning forward, he ran his tongue from Gerard's collarbone up to his left ear, his signature move, then grinned, wickedly.
Bert slid his hand down his captive's shivering body, as he made his way to position himself between his widely spread legs.
Gerard was soft, his dick laying limp against his thigh. So... he wasn't turned on? Bert didn't care, this wasn't for Gerard's pleasure, after all!
Bert, on the other hand, was hard! Just seeing Gerard like this, bleeding, crying, shaking, tied up and afraid... it made Bert so hard he could almost cum just from the sight. But then, where would the fun be in that?

Bert didn't bother to prep Gerard, he just lined up, and pushed in, hard, and dry! Gerard screamed, the pain intense, feeling like he was being split in half. Bert quickly started up a fast and brutal pace, slamming his hips forward, grunting with the exertion, and regretting not placing a ball-gag in Gerard's mouth, as he continued to scream and cry.

Bert wasn't worried about the neighbours hearing or anything, they never had before, but the noise was starting to get to him, and he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself as much later, if he had a headache!

Luckily, Gerard seemed to be quietening, his throat sore, his lungs aching. Bert continued to thrust into him as he appeared to be slipping out of consciousness, until he felt the familiar tightening in his stomach, and his thrusts became sloppy and unfocused, before, with two harsh thrusts, he came deep inside Gerard's stretched and bleeding ass.

Pulling out, Bert pulled his boxers back on then walked back to Gerard's side.

"Well, this won't do at all!"

He frowned, staring down at the unconscious man.

"It's no fun making you hurt, if you're not awake to feel it!"

Bert turned and walked over to his toy table. Opening a small metal box, he pulled out a sealed plastic package and a tiny vial, with clear liquid and no label, before returning to Gerard's side.

Bert prepared Gerard's left arm, tying a tourniquet around and finding a vein. He ripped the packaging open to reveal the syringe, took it out carefully, dropping the wrapper on the floor, and placed the needle into the bottle, then slowly pulled back the plunger, drawing the liquid into the syringe.

Once the injection was ready, he checked the vein again, before sliding the needle under the skin and pushing down on the plunger... 3.2.1 ...done! He withdrew the needle and dropped it in a waste paper basket in the corner.

As he turned back around, Gerard suddenly woke with a start, eyes wide, chest heaving, fast and heavy. His heart was racing, and for a moment, he didn't remember... then it all came crashing back in on him... Bert, the basement, The Chair!!

"OhGodohGodohGod!... B.Bert? Pl.please... Please stop?... I'm sorry, I'll... I'll ne.never see him again... p.please...Bert?... please?"

Gerard sobbed, panic and despair coursing through his body, along with whatever Bert had given him.
Bert was holding something in his hand, Gerard couldn't tell what, but as he watched, Bert held it up for him to see... the vial!

"W...what's th...that?"

He asked, his voice becoming small, knowing full well what it was, and that where there was a vial, there was a needle.
Bert grinned.

"Oh, don't worry pet, I already did it!"

Gerard's eyes widened further, Bert laughed.

"It's just a little something to wake you up, and keep you awake! We don't want you falling asleep while I'm playing with you, now do we?"

Bert loved the look of terror in Gerard's eyes, it was almost enough to get him hard again already.

"Well, no time like the present!"

He said, moving round the room to where Gerard couldn't see him, before returning with some "toys!"

In his hand, Bert held three things!

A ball-gag!

A lighter!

And a hunting knife!

Gerard began to thrash and struggle against the restraints, screams ripping from his already sore throat. Bert moved to his side, smiling that evil smile Gerard knew far too well, and grabbed his head, turning Gerard to face him, before forcing the gag into his mouth, and securing its ties behind his head.

"There now...let's begin..."

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