Bondage Mansion

***Frank***

Life is certainly a fucked up thing. At one point in Frank’s life he was not sure how he was going to get to the next day and then one day he could not imagine ever living like that. He certainly never imagined that he would be sitting in a carriage with Gerard looking prim and proper and perfectly respectable…to those that only looked in from outside. Inside, Frank knew that he was a writhing mess. If one got close enough to him, which fuck you he was Frank’s property, one could see the several ropes biting into his skin in different places. One could also make out the outline of the hard on that would not go away because of the well placed cock ring encircling it. Finally, thanks to Mikey, the rubber plug that he sits upon that would not be removed until Frank decided so. Yes, all these delicious thoughts ran through Frank’s mind and he watched Gerard look at the scenery out the window and heard him wince each time a bump was hit. Satisfaction was the name of this game and so far Frank had been winning.

The hours leading up to this moment seem to speed right on by yesterday. After Robert arrived home, it was announced that Frank and Gerard would be leaving the house tomorrow for an excursion into town. Mikey was going to stay and use Robert’s office while he was at work. Of course Robert had no objection to this, but he also had no idea that Mikey was going to use Jamia as well. Honestly Frank was grateful for Mikey taking Jamia off his hands. This way she could go back to being a servant for him and he did not have to worry about her praise. Mikey took good care of that if the marks on her body this morning were any indication. Mikey was a fast learner and took all of Frank’s lessons to heart, well almost all. He never thought that he would find someone who understood how he thought. It was almost a comfort in camaraderie.

Frank was jolted from his thoughts when the carriage hit the city line, literally. Gerard let out a cry of pain as the carriage hit a rock particularly hard. Even Frank had winced and pounded on the roof of the carriage to alert the driver.

”Take care up there, you are causing great discomfort to your Masters!”

”Yes sir, sorry sir, won’t happen again.”

Frank turned to Gerard who had a tear running down his cheek.

”Thank you, Master, but I am alright.”

”Bullshit, Gee, that shit hurt me, I can only imagine what it did to you.”

”Master is too kind.”

”Yeah, well, you won’t think that later on.”

Gerard blushed at this comment and it made Frank smile with the thoughts of what was to happen. Right now though, he had to get in a business frame of mind. They were nearing their first stop, one of Frank's many factories. The carriage came to a halt and Frank waited for the door to be opened. He stepped out and then held a hand out for Gerard. Gerard took it and smiled. Frank smiled back and they made their way to the front door.

”Boss, so glad you could make it today.”

”No problem Charlie, what’s going on?”

***Gerard***

Frank and Charlie walked ahead of Gerard, laying out whatever difficulty was happening that needed Frank’s immediate attention. Gerard stayed respectfully behind trying to get use to walking in the, well getup that he was in. Each time he moved the ropes pulled tauter on his inner thighs and general groin area. He suppressed any noises of discomfort as he wanted to alert no one to what was going on. In some way he was enjoying the attention that came from Frank being the only one that knew why he walked a little slower or held his body a little more prim. Of course he was expected to have perfect posture anyway, at least in the public eye, but this made him much more aware of it.

”And the book just do not reflect what the guy says, ya know?”

Gerard tuned back into the conversation in front of him. He could see Frank looking at a ledger and frowning at it. Charlie was standing there with his foreman’s cap in his hands wringing it, waiting for Frank to say something.

”Frank, let me see that for a minute.”

Frank was nearly as surprised as Gerard when he spoke up and asked to look at the book. Frank handed the book over and Gerard looked down the columns of numbers. Charlie pointed out the discrepancies and Gerard, after only a moment, found the problem.

”There is a subtraction error here by .10.”

Charlie, looking at the book upside down, looks at the column where Gerard is pointing. He follows his finger, pointed toward Gerard, to the number he was resting his finger on.

”Well I’ll be damned, but that still doesn’t explain why Max didn’t see it.”

”Oh, he saw it alright, he is the one who put it there.”

Now Gerard got both Charlie and Frank’s attention.

”But, why would he do that?”

”Easy, he’s skimming.”

”Motherfucker, what?!”

”Sure, let’s face it, if you’re gonna steal from someone, you want to take small amounts so it is not noticed.”

Gerard could see that Frank was trying hard to keep himself in check. Charlie was still scratching his head.

”But, it’s a dime? Nothing can come from that?”

Gerard sighed. Talking to Charlie was like when Michael was younger and things had to be explained very slowly to get him to understand. He beckoned Charlie to his side of the ledger and placed a hand over his. He could see Frank raise an eyebrow at this, but remained silent waiting to see what Gerard did next. Gerard kept focus with Charlie and made sure that his gaze was pulling Charlie in. He thought he saw Charlie blush a little at the intensity, but dismissed it.

”Charlie, how long has Max been doing the books?”

”Oh, I’d say about four years.”

”Mhmm. And how many pay periods are there in the month?”

”Uh…four. One a week.”

”So .10 a day, .50 a week, $2.00 a month for four years.”

”Okay, so that’s $96. That ain’t much.”

”Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, how many companies does Mr. Iero have?”

”Oh about 100.”

”And Max does the books for how many?”

”All of…oh shit!”

*CRACK*

Gerard and Charlie both jumped as Frank landed a fist into one of the wooden crates for shipping.

”That fucking piece of shit! $10,000 of my fucking money!”

”Man I didn’t know it was that much! Oh, shit! Beggin’ your pardon, Mr. Way.”

Gerard could see the fear in Charlie's eyes as he watched Frank flex his hand. Gerard was feeling something else entirely as he watched Frank's raw power surface. He placed a hand on Charlie's arm to try and sooth him a bit. Gerard could feel him shaking.

"So b-b-boss, does you want me to get Max fer ya?"

Frank pulled back his composure.

”No, Charlie, I will deal with this personally.”

”Um…boss…am I in trouble too?”

”No, Charlie, you’re not.”

”Whew, thanks boss.”

”Yeah sure, Charlie. Why don’t you go wrap your mouth around some lunch, Mr. Way and I will finish up with the books.”

”Yes, boss, and thank you.”

Charlie grabbed Gerard's hand in his. It was big and calloused and nearly crushed Gerard’s delicate one.

”Thank ya, Mr. Way, you really saved my arse, beggin your pardon on my language.”

***Charlie***

Okay, so he was a guy, I mean yeah Charlie could see that, but no guy's hand he ever went to shake had been this soft or delicate. He watched as Mr. Way winced when he squeezed his hand in a firm handshake. He still smiled at Charlie through the pain, this kind of endearing lopsided smile that reminded Charlie of one of the whores that he saw once in a while. Way had some feminine features that pulled you in towards this thought even further, including hair so red it could only have come from a dream.

”Please, Charlie, no need to thank me or watch your language, it was my pleasure, and you can call me Gerard.”

Gerard’s voice was musical in his ears. It actually made Charlie blush a little and he felt the tips of his ears heat up and surprisingly his cock responded too.

”Ahem, Mr. Way, shall we get going?”

Charlie heard something in Mr. Iero’s voice that made him drop Gerard’s hand immediately and remove his hat and bow to both gentleman. He excused himself from the room, but instead of the break room he headed straight to the water closet and quickly jerked off to the memory of soft hands and that musical voice.

***Mikey***

”Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Jamia collapsed face first into the mattress as Michael lost his balance and toppled onto her back. This stretched the binds on her wrists and she winced a little. Michael tried to lift himself off, but his legs were like marmalade. Eventually he pushed off and out of her. He reached over and undid one of the ties so that she could lie flat. He ran a hand over her back and felt the raised marks he had created with the specially crafted whips he ordered. Unlike Frank’s they did not break the skin. Oh they probably could, but that was not what Michael was into. He continued to run his hand over her back trailing down to her ass and then to her thighs. More raised marks crisscrossed her skin.

”Beautiful work of art. Need to have Gee paint you for me. Would you like that, whore? Be immortalized on canvas by my brother.”

”If it pleases you, then yes.”

”It would please me greatly. You know what else would please me right now? For you to wrap those soft lips of yours around my cock.”

Jamia moaned as Michael untied the other side and pulled her up by her hair. He pulled her to his chest and ran his hands across her breasts feeling the now only slightly raised marks he placed there hours ago. He bit into her neck, marking her once again as his. He pushed her back down again and moved in front of her. He grabbed her hair once more and held his cock out to her. She opened her mouth and he pushed all the way inside. He was not worried that he was soft; he knew shortly the warm moist opening would render him hard once more. Michael was so caught up in the feeling that it took him a good five minutes to realize that someone was knocking somewhere in the room. He pushed Jamia off him and went to the door. He leaned into the wood, but heard nothing. He stepped back and then heard the knock again. He followed the sound as he grabbed his shirt off the chair and made his way to where the noise was coming from. He almost missed it, if it weren’t for the knocking he would have, the door hidden in the corner of the darkest part of the room.

”Hello?”

”Hey, Iero, fuck, you took forever to answer, what Gee caught your tongue again?”

Michael bristled at his brother’s nick name and the insinuations that went with it.

”I beg your pardon, Sir, but Master Iero is not here right now.”

”Wait, what? Then who the fuck are you?”

”Excuse me?! Who the fuck are you?!”

”I asked you first, buddy.”

”I am the Master of this home!”

”Oh fuck, Bertie, that you?”

That was it, this man knew too much about this household for him to hold his tongue any longer. Mikey wretched the door open.

”Listen fucker, do not presume to use the familiar names of this household like you know…”

”Master Way?”

”Oh fuck…Matt?”

***Frank***

*pant*

*pant*

*pant*

”Uh, aster, uh uh,”

”Mmmm, Gee, so good, fuck.”

Bent over his desk, legs spread, mouth gagged, arms tied back, ropes pulled tight by Frank as he rammed into Gerard with complete abandon. Gerard looked so good like this, splayed out on his stomach among the many ledgers that he found all of Max’s accidental math errors including where the son of a bitch hid his own faux company to filter the extra money into. Frank told Charlie he would take care of it and he would, but that would be after he took care of Gerard. Gerard’s ass was raw from the punishment that he received for flirting with Charlie earlier. Although Gerard claimed he did nothing, and honestly Frank knew he was telling the truth. Frank could not mistake the confused look in Charlie’s eyes when he was taken back by Gerard’s feminine looks. He would swear on a stack of bibles that Charlie went and beat off after that. Still it was the point of showing Gerard that he was in control. That he was the only one that could make him get on his knees in his private office and beat his ass, still containing the plug, with a plank of wood till it almost matched the color of his hair. Once the punishment was concluded, Gerard was forced to sit at the desk while he looked through all the ledgers for Max’s handy work. Once he found the hidden account, Frank had decided that Gerard deserved a reward for his hard work. That reward was Frank’s cock up his ass while he was bound and gagged. That is where he was now and Frank knew he could not last much longer. The only thing that would have made this more amazing is if he could have drawn blood, but considering they were out in public, it was not a sound thought. Not that Frank could think of anything else other than the heat that Gerard was enveloping him in.

”Shit, Gee, you have no idea how good you look right now. I just want to say fuck the rest of the trip and drag you home, tie you up, and make you bleed. Would you do that for me, Gee? Would you bleed for me?”

The sound that Gerard made told Frank all he needed to know. With a few more thrusts he pushed his cum into Gerard in long spurts.

”Fucking hell, Gee, this never gets old I swear. I could fuck you all day.”

Frank pulled out and flopped into his chair. He looked at the clock. It would be just about time to get to the bar where he knew Matt and Mike would be in a bit. They were predictable in their haunts and being near noon meal, he needed to talk to them about Max. Frank fixed his slacks and put on his coat and tie again. He untied Gerard’s hands, but Gerard did not move. Frank smiled at this. He reinserted the plug again. It went in smoother this time and the stretch was a little less now that Frank had fucked him.

"There you go, Gee. Now my cum is trapped in you until I decide to fuck you again."

Gerard groaned through the gag. Frank removed that next and Gerard let out a ragged breath.

"Thank you, Master."

"No problem, Gee, now get dressed."

”Yes, Master.”

Gerard pushed off the desk. Frank watched as Gerard went about covering the ropes and marks on his body with cloth. When he had finished, and they both looked presentable, Frank grabbed the folder with Max’s personal info in it and opened the door for Gerard. As they left the office, Gerard had his head bowed, but Frank saw Charlie coming out of the break room. Charlie's face was red and Frank knew that he had heard everything that Frank had said. Frank just smirked at him and placed his hand on the small of Gerard's back. He gripped the ropes tethered there and gave them a pull. Gerard arched into them and moaned. Frank looked back at Charlie and winked at him. Charlie went wide eyed. Gerard, oblivious to Charlie gained his composure as Frank let go and herded him to the building entrance again. They both climbed back into the carriage and headed for their next big adventure.

***Mikey***

The wine was exceptional as always. Michael sat there still in his dress shirt and nothing else and he let Jamia rest on the mattress as he drank with Matt. Matt, fuck, what were the odds that Frank and him moved in the same circles like this? Matt and Mike were Michael’s go to guys to handle the dirty end of his business. He should have known that they worked for more than one legit business man, but this was just surreal.

”Wow, so you knew Frank from that long ago huh?”

”Oh fuck yeah, Iero and us go way back. Shit, back when he was fucking shorter than he is now!”

”Don’t let Frank hear you talk about his height man.”

”Don’t I fucking know it, last time well, it was the last time Mike ever said shit. Never saw someone with such a round house on him and fuck could he move fast!”

Michael threw his head back and laughed at the image of Frank getting the best of Mike.

”I would have paid to see that shit, honestly.”

”It was fucking beautiful. After he landed Mike, he turned to me and I just handed him Mike’s pint. There was nothing to say! It was the start of a lucrative friendship.”

”So, what have you done for him recently.”

”Your brother.”

Michael spit the sip of wine that he just drank right out at Matt. Matt laughed and slapped his knee at the reaction Michael had at this info. He pulled out a soiled handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his face off.

”You fucker!”

”Yup, did that too.”

Michael hauled off and punched Matt square in the jaw causing both him and the chair to fall backwards. He was out of his chair and on Matt in less than a second after he connected with the stone floor.

”Did you fucking hurt my brother? DID YOU?!”

Matt was not used to the way Michael fought and scrabbled to get purchase on the situation. He failed. Michael was all over his throat, squeezing and digging into his arm with one bony knee, pinning him down to the floor. He was using rabbit punches to his kidneys. He knew that Matt would be pissing blood for a week after this. The thought of Matt and Mike violating Gerard pissed him off. He could see Matt scrambling, trying to catch his breath to speak.

”Oh fuc, no, Way, we, he, didn, hur, no.”

Michael finally stopped his action. Breathing heavily he got up off of Matt. Matt rolled onto his side grabbing his abdomen. He groaned in pain and Michael got satisfaction listening to the agony spilling out of Matt's mouth. He walked over to where his face was and grabbed him by the hair.

”What the fuck did you do to my brother?!”

Matt’s breath was ragged and he tried to take air into his lungs.

”ANSWER ME, FUCKER!”

”It *pant* was *wheeze* Iero’s *gasp* idea.”

Michael dropped Matt’s head and it hit the floor hard.

"Wait, what?”

”Yeah, Iero invited us over for a “play date".

”And Gerard agreed.”

”Um…no, well not at first.”

Michael watched as Matt got onto his knees still clutching his side. He allowed this, but stood so that Matt could see that he was ready with another punch if necessary.

”When we first got there Gerard was against everything. Iero convinced him in this way that, well fuck, he actually made him feel guilty if he didn’t put out for us.”

”Wait a minute, first of all um… he is my brother, you realize that he is a guy right?”

”Yeah, and no we are not into guys…just your brother. There is just something about him that, oh fuck, I don’t know how to describe it.”

”No, yeah, I actually get what you mean.”

”Oh shit, no way, you too?!”

”Fuck you! I would never use my brother like that! I just know what you mean that he really does not fall into a category.”

“Yeah, well, whatever man.”

Matt started to get up and Michael held out his hand for him. He looked at Michael, but then took it and allowed himself to be pulled up. Michael righted the chair and then flopped back down into his own. He pushed toward the other chair and Matt sat back down. He looked at Michael and Michael saw something different in his face. A look of reverence almost.

”Fuck, Way, I thought you were just another uppity business man who didn’t like getting his fingers dirty, but you can fucking hold your own, especially if someone fucks with your family.”

Michael smiled at the thought of how many times he defended his brother in boarding school. Gerard was effeminate even back then and he was picked on often by the other guys. Michael had gotten in more than one scrap and always Gerard was there to take his side when he was dragged away by the discipline committee.

”It was not Michael’s fault. They took our books and pushed me down, Michael was just defending us!”

The only problem was defending us came in the form of cracked ribs and bruised sides where they had to go to the infirmary for a week, not that Michael gave a shit. They should have just left his brother alone.

”You swear you two did not hurt my brother?”

”Fuck, no, we wouldn’t. Hell we were the ones that went after that fucker that raped him for real!”

Michael listened as Matt told him the story about what happened and how Mike and him had found the guy and fucked him up good.

”But it was Iero and Gee that dealt the final blow.”

Michael was shocked. Gee, kill someone? Not possible.

”He didn’t do it on his own though, Iero helped him.”

Well that made more sense.

After a few more minutes Matt said he had to leave because he had his usual meeting with Mike at their usual haunt. Most everyone knew where to find them at that time and they got their best work. Michael walked him to the door. They clasped backs as they shook hands and Michael could see that Matt bore him no ill will. He closed the door behind Matt and turned around. He realized just then that not once had Matt mentioned Jamia naked and spread open before them.

”Huh, interesting.”

***Gerard***

The pub was not exactly a respectable place to be seen, but Frank was sure of himself as they entered. He made a motion to the bartender who then started setting up a drink for him. Frank cut through the other patrons and headed straight to the back of the place. There at a round table was a figure hunched over his beer. The single lamp on the table cast a long shadow on them as they slowly nursed their drink. They looked up at the clock on the wall and then shook their head. The pint was raised and drained completely and then slammed back down.

”Oi, Ray, set up anuder one for me and where the fuck is Matt?”

”Maybe he got caught with another job on the way.”

”Nah, e’s too lazy a fuck.”

”This is too true.”

Ray brought the new pint over to table and put it down just as Frank and Gerard got there. The guy at the table looked up at the approaching men and smiled.

”Iero, motherfucker! Man bad timing, Matt is not…”

Mike took a breath in when he recognized Gerard.

”Hey uh, Gee, how ya feeling?”

”Fine, thanks for asking, Mike.”

Mike took a moment to take in what Gerard was wearing. Last time he saw him, there was almost nothing to the imagination. Gerard had to look away when Mike's gaze lingered on his groin where his hard on was still present. Frank had not let him cum during their tryst and the ring stayed on. Gerard looked over just in time to see Mike smirk and that made Gerard blush furiously.

Gerard watched as Ray looked back and forth between him and Mike trying to figure out what was going on. He hoped that Ray did not see his hard on either, but Ray was looking at faces. Meanwhile Frank pulled off his jacket and loosened his tie. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing all his skin laced designs. Gerard unconsciously licked his lips. Frank noticed and smirked at him. He sat down and quickly pulled Gerard onto his lap. Gerard winced as the plug was pushed further against his opening. He took a deep breath to stop himself from crying out. Ray smiled a sickly yellow smile at the two of them, 'Did the man still have all his own teeth?' and headed back to the bar to grab Frank’s drink. Gerard squirmed around, beyond the plug bothering him. He was clearly uncomfortable with sitting on Frank’s lap in a place where everyone was looking, but when Frank pulled out his silver dagger and stabbed the table hard enough to make everyone jump and take notice he knew that was a statement to the room. Frank stared the patrons down and they all averted their eyes and went back to their drinks and business. Satisfied, Frank turned to Mike and started a conversation.

”So, Mike, table for one today?”

”Fuck you, Iero! Fuck where is that little shit, he knows this is the time for us to…”

At the moment Matt burst in the door. He nodded to Ray and ran straight to the back. Seeing his usual seat was taken he grabbed a chair from the next table and dropped into it. The guys all looked at Matt. He face was bruised and there were marks on his arms and neck. Mike blew out a hiss of a whistle.

”Sorry I’m late, Mike.”

”Man Matt, what the fuck happened to you?”

”Way happened to me.”

Mike looked at Gerard and Frank tightened his hold on him.

Matt just noticed Gerard sitting there and ducked his head a little. He turned to Mike.

”Not that Way, fucker, the other one.”

Gerard was looking at Matt again and then Mike when it appeared that Mike figured something out.

”No? That little shit did that to you? Really?!”

”Yeah, fucker packs a punch if you fuck with his brother.”

”Wait…Mikey? Gee’s brother did that to you?!”

Frank was in awe. Gerard looked at the damage and knew that there was more.

”Have you taken a piss yet?”

They all turned to look at Gerard now. He didn't usually talk like that, but how else were you going to say it? He shrugged his shoulders, which made the ropes tighten up again, and looked at Matt. Matt was just noticing Gerard's perfect posture and his smirk lit up his face much like Mike's did.

”No, why?”

”Mikey’s two favorite moves are cracking ribs, and you are still breathing, so no, and rabbit punches to the kidneys, which make you piss blood for about a week.”

”Favorite moves?”

”He used to defend me a lot in boarding school.”

”Wow! Mikey fucking Way! Who knew? Wait, you said when you fuck with his brother, but Gee has been with me all day!”

”Yeah well I went by your place to see if I could ask you something about a job we were on…”

”Oh, the Addeson job, good thinking, Matt.”

”Yeah, thanks Mike. Anyway I went to the playroom door rather than the front one and he answered the door!”

”Wait, he knows about your playroom?”

Gerard blushed a bit at this remark, but no one noticed or made a comment at least.

”Who was he there with?”

”You know, I didn’t see. He was only in his dress shirt though, but hell if I noticed anyone else there.”

”Huh, interesting.”

Gerard looked down at Frank and saw the wheels turning in his head. He figured something out that he was not sharing. Matt kept going though.

”So we ended up bullshitting and drinking this awesome wine and I was a little out of it, so when he asked me what job we did for Iero, I said his brother.”

”Oh shit you didn’t?! Fuck, no wonder you got your ass kicked! Way probably thought you beat up his brother or raped him!”

Gerard winced at the word used and Mike threw him a quick apology with his eyes.

”Yeah, I kind a figured that out too late, right when his fist connected with my face.”

Mike started cracking up and slapped the table a few times to get his point across.

”Wasn’t that fucking funny Mike.”

”Oh fuck you it was, too. So are we square again with Way?”

”I’m here aren't I?”

Yeah, yeah you are, oh speaking of, what did you need from us, Iero?”

”Oh right, well thanks to Gee here, I have a little problem for you to take care of.”

”Male or female?”

”Oh, definitely male.”

Matt smiles at Mike as Mike cracks his knuckles into his palm. Gerard listens as Frank tell them about Max and hands them his file. They scribble down his address and hand it back to him. They start talking about other things and Gerard finds himself becoming uncomfortable. He drops his gaze to his chest trying to even out his breathing. The ropes are digging in because of the position he is in on Frank's lap. He tries to make a slight movement to adjust them and that was a big mistake. When he does this, his clothed cock brushes up against the table lip and fuck did it hurt. He closed his eyes as he let out a long breath again. It was so hard not to cry out. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself, but he knew without Frank's permission that he could not even do that. He squirmed around a bit again when suddenly he realizes that all the conversation had stopped. Gerard was about to look up when he realized something. In the light of the lamp, the shadows of the ropes were cast against his chest. He looked up and met with the hungry gaze of both Mike and Matt. He also belatedly realized that his moving around had gotten Frank hard without meaning to. Gerard saw Matt and Mike look at each other and make the same kind of communication that he and Michael make with their facial expressions.

”Soooo, Iero, what are your plans for today?”

”Actually Gee and I were about to check out one of my houses.”

”Your houses?”

”Yeah, specifically the one off of Swerthing St.”

”Ah, Havok’s house”

”Yup, and my most lucrative.”

”Mind if we tag along? We could use the exercise.”

”Oh, don’t worry gentleman, Gee will make sure that you get your exercise today.”

The three men laughed and crashed their glasses together. Gerard sat there passively watching them. He knew the whore house that Frank was referring to. Gerard had passed it more than once going through town with Robert. He knew what these gentlemen had in store for him there and secretly he could not wait. He felt Frank ghost his hand over the small of his back again and just lightly touch the ropes. That made Gerard visibly shiver. He licked his lips and suddenly found a drink in front of him. Matt smiled at him and Gerard looked at Frank for permission. Frank shook his head no and Gerard sighed.

"Oi, Ray, let me get a scotch over here."

Gerard perked up when he heard this. Ray brought over the drink and placed it in front of Gerard. He showed his yellow smile once more and this time Gerard returned it. Gerard wrapped his fingers around the glass, but still waited till Frank gave his permission. He then lifted the glass to his lips and drank it down greedily. It was not as good as what he had at home, but the burn was delicious. He could not help but make a noise as he drank it down. Some spilled a little out of the side of his mouth because he took it so fast. He slammed the glass down and licked the side where the scotch escaped. When he opened his eyes he saw that Mike and Matt were watching him again. He felt Frank pull him to his back more and his cock push against his ass. He pulled Gerard's ear to his mouth and whispered.

"You wait till I get you to Havok's house. I will make you pay dearly for the display that you just put on for everyone in here."

Gerard hitched his breath when he heard this. He quickly moved his eyes to the side and saw that almost the whole pub had gone quiet. All the men were watching him.

"Oh, fuck me."

He barely whispered this out, but Frank heard him and chuckled darkly in his ear.

"Oh don't worry, Gee, we will and much more."

Notes

Soooo, this chapter did not turn out how I expected it to. I am happy with it, don;t get me wrong, but i did not expect this direction. I do that a lot don't I? ^0^

No in all seriousness, i know that some will be disappointed that I have very little sex here, but trust me, the build up that i created will be sooo worth it in the next chapter. I promise. ^-^