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

"Time for some fun!"

Bert chuckled. Gerard turned his head towards the sound, trying to track where the psycho was headed.
In the short time that Bert had allowed him his sight, Gerard had been too terrified to take note of his surroundings, only enough to realise that he appeared to be in some kind of warehouse. It was damp, cold, and smelled of...fish, bizarrely.

As Bert moved around behind him, Gerard could hear him muttering to himself, though he couldn't quite hear what he was saying. Turning his head again, trying to catch a word or two, he instantly regretted it, as he heard Bert saying the words "The Chair!" and "syringe!"

Gerard could feel a panic attack coming on, and he knew he was done for! Bert had never had any sympathy for him when this happened, even when they first got together and Bert was being nice, being a gentleman, he just didn't understand!
Bert would just tell him to "Calm the fuck down!" and "Breath!" But it wasn't that simple! When an attack hit, it felt like he was having a heart attack, like his lungs had stopped functioning, and like his entire body was on fire! How was he supposed to calm down with all that happening?

"Fuck!"

Bert hissed, walking around to stand in front of him.

"You still doin' this shit?"

He grunted, poking Gerard in the chest, causing him to flinch violently at the touch.

"Stupid cunt!"

Bert punched Gerard in the gut, making him double over, as much as his restraints would allow anyway, and gasp for breath. Then he grabbed the petrified man by the hair, got real close to his face, and whispered.

"I been planning this for so long, and I got everything I need to make this really special!"

He laughed, darkly.

"I even brought The Chair! I know how much you loved it last time!"

He said, sarcasm dripping from every word, his breath reeking just as bad as Gerard remembered it.
Gerard whimpered, unable to keep his fearful sounds to himself, Bert just laughed, as he cut the ropes holding his victim to the small wooden seat.
This was his chance, if he was ever going to try to escape, it would be now, as Bert transferred him to "The Chair"

His hands and feet no longer tied, Gerard lashed out blindly towards where he could feel Bert as he started to drag him by his hair.
Miraculously, his flailing right hand caught Bert smack bang in the mouth, making the twisted grin fall, and a shriek of pain echo around the space. It also caused Bert to loosen his grip on Gerard's hair, the older man taking the opportunity to spin around, pulling the blindfold quickly from his eyes, and knee Bert sharply in the balls!

Bert doubled over in pain, stunned that the usually docile male had that in him, and watched as Gerard made a dash for the door. Of course, it wouldn't do him much good, what with the door being locked and all!
Reaching the exit, Gerard grasped the door handle and turned it... SHIT!

Behind him, still by the chair he'd just been released from, Bert started to laugh, loud and hysterical.

"You really think I'd be stupid enough to leave it unlocked?"

He grinned, spitefully. Gerard turned slowly, his eyes wide as his knees started to shake, heart racing and lungs struggling for air.

"B.Bert?... Please?..."

He knew it was pointless begging, but in a situation like this, you just do, don't you? No matter how futile it might be.

Bert advanced on the quaking man, as Gerard's legs gave out and he crumpled into a snivelling heap on the cold concrete floor, all fight deserting him. As he drew near, Bert revealed what he was, until then, hiding behind his back. In his left hand, he held a small, black, plastic looking device... a taser!

Gerard cowered in fear as Bert brought it towards his bare arm, smirking shamelessly.

50,000 volts rushing through him, teeth clenching, eyes rolling back in his head, bladder relaxing once again, Gerard's entire body convulsed until Bert knew for certain that he had passed out.
Now Bert could move him!

Tucking the taser into his back pocket, noting that it would be fun to use later, Bert seized a handful of Gerard's hair, and hauled his unconscious form across the room and onto "The Chair!", securely strapping him down, hands and feet spread out, starfish style.
With the new addition of a wide leather strap around his throat, further restricting his movements, he wasn't going to get away THIS time, Bert was 100% sure of that!

Bert thought about maybe having some "fun" with Gerard before he woke up, but, ultimately decided against it, as he really enjoyed the fearful, pained noises Gerard would make as he pounded into him, that was the best bit! The noises! And he wouldn't get those if the other man weren't awake.

Sighing, a little frustrated that he'd have to wait, Bert turned his attention to the video camera he had set up on a tripod a few meters away. He had already lined up his shot, taking in the whole chair, and the immediate area surrounding it, now he just had to make sure it was in perfect focus, then he could turn it on, and begin.

Grinning, Bert pressed the button to start recording, and stepped in front of the camera.

"Hello there Frank."

He smirked.

"I know you got to see the effects of my last session with the lovely Gerard, but you didn't get to witness just how much fun it was! Well, I consider the aftermath to be secondary! The really good bit, is the bit you missed! So, I'm going to stage a little reenactment for your viewing pleasure! Enjoy the show!"

With that, he stepped out of shot, leaving the camera trained on Gerard's unmoving form, returning seconds later, with a hypodermic syringe and tourniquet in his grip.

"This is a little formula a friend of mine cooked up for me!"

Bert spoke loudly for the camera, as he leaned over Gerard's left arm, securing and tightening the tourniquet, and preparing the needle.

"It wakes you up..."

He slid the needle in.

"...then..."

Pushing the plunger.

"...it keeps you awake, for hours, and hours!"

He removed the needle from Gerard's arm and dropped it in a bin under the chair. A mere five seconds later, Gerard jolted awake, heart thumping out of his chest, mouth gasping for air he didn't seem to be able to get enough of, and fingers clenching and unclenching as the adrenalin and drug cocktail coursed through his system.

"It doesn't matter how much pain he's in, or how tired he gets, the drugs just won't let him sleep! Fun! Huh?"

Bert smiled, as if this were the most normal thing in the world, and he was making an instructional video for YouTube.

"Now, let's see how loud I can make him scream!"

Bert moved up to Gerard's side and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"I'm going to have so much fun making you squeal, little piggy!"

He giggled, manically, before licking a line up his neck, Gerard gagging automatically, repulsed by the slimy feeling. The camera didn't catch the quiet words, but it did record Gerard's reaction to them.

Bert, having already removed his top, now unzipped his jeans, and pushed them down his skinny legs, Gerard's bugging eyes acknowledging the fact that he'd gone commando today, as he watched the sick fuck migrate to the space between his legs.

Bert reached down to grab a handle on the side of the chair, below Gerard's right leg, and started to turn it! With each twist, Gerard's legs were spread further and further apart. Gerard gritted his teeth, determined not to give Bert the satisfaction of hearing him cry out, even though there were already floods of tears cascading down his cheeks. But, eventually, he couldn't hold it in any longer! He felt an excruciating pain, as both his hips were dislocated from their sockets, and he howled in agony.

Pleased with the reaction, Bert stopped with the twisting and stretching, and turned his head towards the camera.

"See? I said the drugs would keep him awake through anything! With them in his blood, he'll get to enjoy every last second of what I have in store for him! And cos this camera is digital... so will you!"

Bert grinned that evil, toothy grin of his, before grabbing his already hard dick, and forcing it into Gerard's tight, unstretched hole, moaning loudly as Gerard screamed and thrashed uselessly beneath him. Short, sharp fingernails dug small, crescent moon shapes into Gerard's trembling thighs, tiny rivers of crimson running down his pale flesh, as Bert thrust hard and fast, getting off as much from the other male's pained cries, as from the feeling of his cock ramming in and out of the bleeding ass.

As sweat poured down Bert's face, contorted in ecstasy, he grunted, trying to stay quiet, so he could hear every delicious sound that came from the bloody, broken man that was once his lover, from the slap of wet skin on wet skin, to the whimpers and choked sobs that emitted from his dry, chapped lips. Bert felt his body tightening, and he sped up, thrusts becoming even more violent and frenetic, he approached his climax, huffing and puffing until, finally, he released, striping Gerard's insides with his sticky white seed.

Collapsing forward onto the traumatised man under him, Bert looked over at the camera once again.

"And that's the way to get it done! After me, you will never be able to satisfy him again! I'm going to make him forget he ever met you, Frank! And even if he does remember, he's going to be so stretched and torn, that your little dick won't even touch the sides!"

Bert laughed, pulling out and wiping his blood stained dick onto Gerard's leg.

"After I'm finished with him, he'll never want to be touched again!"

Bert walked out of shot again, leaving Gerard to sob whimper and cry for the camera, his limbs shaking, his eyes rolling around, unseeing, empty!

After cleaning himself up, and pulling on a pair of Batman underpants, that looked suspiciously like the ones Gerard had been wearing when he was taken, Bert walked back in front of the camera, this time with another broad leather strap, what looked like a dish cloth, and a very large jug of water. He stood the jug and cloth down, then placed the strap against Gerard's forehead, and secured it underneath the headrest, effectively immobilising his head completely, before laying the rag over his face, covering his eyes, nose and mouth. Then he picked up the jug, and turned towards the camera.

It seemed like Bert intended to explain or comment on every vile thing he had planned, with the clear goal of getting the recording to Frank. Gerard was still vaguely aware of this, and it broke his heart, knowing that his Frankie would receive this sick, twisted little film. He himself, didn't want to hear all the details of what his worst day ever would consist of! At this point, he figured that ignorance would surely be bliss.

"This..."

Bert indicated the jug and new facial coverings.

"...is called water-boarding!"

He smiled, devilishly, as he turned back to face his prisoner. Gerard had heard of that, and the tiny portion of his brain that could still think straight, informed him that he was about to drown. It told him that he could end up with brain damage from oxygen depravation, lung damage, and broken bones from struggling against his restraints, and all of that was presuming he even survived! If there had been anything left in his bladder, he was pretty sure he'd have been peeing himself right about now.

Bert leaned down to whisper again.

"You're doing so good baby, better than last time, I think! Guess I'm gonna have to crank things up a bit!"

Then he lifted the edge of the cloth, kissed Gerard's cheek, replaced the cloth, and begun.
Raising the jug above the prone mans face, Bert started to tip the water onto the cloth, right over Gerard's nose and mouth. Gerard tried not to panic, but as the cold liquid splashed onto the cloth, soaking through and quickly entering his nose, his body had no other choice but to have him try to breath through his mouth, but, of course, the water then flooded into him, making him cough and splutter, trying to spit it back out, but to no avail!
Then he tried not to breathe, but as he hadn't been able to take in a breath, this quickly became impossible, and he started to feel his lungs burn as water ran into them.

Gerard was drowning!

Gerard knew he was drowning!
And for the first time in his life, he had something to want to live for!
Someone to live for!
Frank!
Frank!

Frankie!

Fra....

Darkness closed in around him as the water continued to pour!

His weak struggles faded to stillness!

Silence, except for the cold water as it splashed from the edges of the chair, and onto the floor below!

"Gerard?... You still with me there Hun?..."

Bert asked, standing the jug on the floor by his feet.

"Gerard?..."

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