House Wife

***Gerard***

"Ah man! That motherfucker got his head blown off!" Bert howled at his TV show, throwing his beer can down on the ground.

He was sitting on his leather couch, sitting in front of television as he worked on a twelve pack by himself. He said he had a tough day at the office, but Gerard could care less.

Gerard was vacuuming around the living room exit as he watched Bert make a mess. A mess he had just cleaned up only five or ten minutes ago.

'Ya gottah be fuckin' kiddin' me' Gerard thought.

Bert was the dirtiest, laziest and overall worst husband he has ever had. He didn't care about his fucking day in the office or his day anywhere for that matter.

Without being finished Gerard turned off the vacuum and rolled it out of the room.

"Gerard! Get your ass back in here and clean up this fucking mess!" Bert screamed and Gerard sighed, shoving the vacuum in to the cleaning supply closet.

Gerard stormed in to the living room and glared at his husband.

"Get to it." Bert burped obnoxiously and popped open another beer.

He got down on his knees and picked up three empty cans off the ground.

Just as he stood up Bert chugged down his beer and threw a new empty one to the ground.

"Really?!" Gerard barked out and Bert shot his creepy, icy blue eyes up at him.

"Excuse me?" He set his new beer down on the coffee table. "Did you just sass me?" He stood up and approached his wife.

Gerard dropped his arms and looked down at the ground. "It's just... I've been in here for an hour and you keep making a mes--"

WHAM!

Gerard fell to the ground after Bert struck him with the back of his hand.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?! You belong to me! You do whatever the fuck I tell you!" He reached down and grabbed a handful of Gerard's hair and rammed his face into the ground.

Gerard screamed out and rammed his fist into Bert's face.

"Fucker!" Bert shouted as he struggled with his wife.

They brawled out on the living room floor until Bert had Gerard on his back with his arms pinned to the ground.

"Look at you... You're so fucking weak. My 19 year old sister is stronger than you. All you've been good for is being a whore and a slave. You're getting me hard just looking at you." Bert cackled like a maniac and yanked Gerard's pants down.

"No! Get your disgusting hands off me!" Gerard cried out, squirming under Bert's strength.

"It's too late to beg for your ass, man. I've fucked you multiple times. You loved it... Even if you were mad at me." Bert now started to bunch his boxers down below his hips.

"No! No!" He screamed, feeling The tip of Bert's cock poke inside of him. "Ah!" He groaned and arched his back as a weak attempt to get away from the intrusion.

The torture lasted five minutes and when Bert was done Gerard had actually caught him off guard and punched him across his face.

"You know what?! Your ass is going back to M. I'm getting my fucking money back." Bert hopped off of his soon-to-be ex wife and stormed out of the living room. "Sleep on the fucking couch tonight."

Gerard curled up on the ground and winced in pain each time he took a deep breath.

He'd much rather go back to M's basement. Sure, that was torture, but so was being with Bert.

***Frank***

”You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me? Please tell me you’re fucking kidding me?”

”Afraid not Mr. Iero, the truck broke down in route and well we just ran out, I am so sorry.”

”Not as sorry as I am Max, you have no idea what a fucked up day I have had, and it isn’t even noon.

”How about a tea on the house and one of those muffins you like?”

”Do you have that stuff that has a ton of caffeine in it?”

”Yeah and I’ll throw two bags in it and a ton of sugar."

”All right Max, thanks.”

”No problem Mr. Iero.”

Frank slumps against the counter waiting for his order. He really did not need this on top of the pile of shit his day had been so far. He got a call from the boarding school saying that Kody was fighting today. It was his second incident. A third one means that Frank has to go to the school and talk to them. He really doesn’t want to go that route. Money or not, he does not look like a typical dad that would send his kids to boarding school. He hates that they fucking judge him from his tattoos and hair color. Fuck them. It works for him and his business, and they still take his money, greedy bastards. Frank wipes his hand down his face as the phone rings. He looks at it and sees a name he does not want to. He thinks about ignoring it, but then he has to deal with his voicemail blowing up. He sighs and picks it up. The shrill voice starts right in.

”Frank you son of a bitch! You said the fucking leak was fixed!”

"It was Greta."

”Oh really, then why the fuck is there water pouring through the fucking ceiling in the god damn bedroom!?"

”Because you stupid slut, the fucking leak was in the living room! The one in the bedroom happened after I got it fixed so I don’t have to fucking deal with it!”

"Yes you fucking do! The divorce papers said that the apartment had to be redone before I moved in!”

”Yeah and it was! This new leak is not my fucking problem! Take it up with my fucking lawyer!”

Frank realized he was yelling in a public place, but he did not give a shit. He was so over it! He was so over her! Almost twenty fucking years of his life down the fucking drain. He can’t even remember what he saw in Greta. Fucking high school sweethearts they were. Boy does shit change. She cursed about something more, but he said fuck it and hung up with her. He quickly called Adam and was told that he was correct. Unless they could prove that Frank knew about the new leak and just refused to fix it, he was not responsible for it. Frank told Adam honestly that he did not know about it. Who knew a fucking penthouse could have so many problems? As he hung up with his lawyer Frank could not help to think that it was poetic justice that the leak was in the bedroom where he caught his wife in her affair. The whore deserved to lie in a pool of water as far as he was concerned. At that point Max had his tea and muffin bagged and ready to go. Frank grabbed them and tipped Max a twenty. He headed out the door and turned to say goodbye when he collided with someone coming into the shop. The collision caused his tea to be upended into his chest and fuck if it was not hot!

”Fuck, son of a bitch!”

That was it, the last fucking straw! Frank cocked his fist back ready to punch this guy/girl in the face when he heard a familiar voice from his past.

”Frankie?”

Frank looked up to see Pete Wentz looking down at him.

***Gerard***

Gerard does his best to avoid Bert the next day. He doesn't even kiss him on the cheek like he use to.

Instead, he makes coffee, cooks breakfast and then sits. He doesn't even serve him.

Bert watched him do dishes and attempted to kiss the side of his neck, but Gerard just cringed and shrugged him off.

Bert didn't like getting the cold shoulder. He stepped back and tossed his plate in to the sink without a word.

Throughout the day Bert tries to ease his way back on Gerard's good side... the side he was never really on to begin with.

He played footsies with Gerard as they sat down at the dining table for lunch, but Gerard just took a sharp intake of breath and moved his legs far away from Bert's as he possibly can.

"I didn't mean what I said about giving you back to M... I think you're way too beautiful to give up. Plus, you were fucking expensive." Bert rasped, finishing his sandwich.

Gerard just clenched his jaw and pushed his plate aside, he still had a full sandwich on it.

"Gonna' finish that?" Bert pointed and Gerard sighed, shoving his plate in Bert's direction.

The day progresses to night and Bert's starting to get drunk. Gerard can tell by the way he's walking and talking to himself.

He keeps bringing up what happened the other night and Gerard just takes a seat on the couch and shuts his eyes closed.

He hasn't made dinner and he isn't going to clean. He wants out of this marriage and being useless was the only way.

"Are you just going to fucking sit there?!" Bert screamed, slapping Gerard across the face.

Gerard's face turned and he kept it that way until Bert centered him by grabbing his chin aggressively.

"Wanna' ignore me? Ignore this." Bert yanked him to the floor and pushed his face in to the ground as he yanked his ass up. "I bet you can't... You love it so much..." Bert grunted, pulling himself out of his boxers and then worked Gerard's sweat shorts down.

Gerard palmed the ground and bit the inside of his cheeks as he felt Bert intrude him.

He managed to ignore the whole thing by biting his lip till he bled. Bert didn't like that one bit. He wanted a reaction. He wanted Gerard to suffer and to show it.

He pulled out roughly and slapped his cock against Gerard's lower back and came all over the milky white surface.

"Stupid bitch." Bert spat, milking himself until the last drop dripped down the crack of Gerard's ass.

"That all you got?" Gerard finally spoke and Bert looked down at him.

"What?" He asked genuinely. "Speak up. Didn't hear you."

Gerard lifted his head off the ground and craned his neck to look his husband in the face. "I said..." He started. "Is that all you fuckin' got?"

That earned him a punch across his face and he was back to staring at the ground as his head banged against it.

"I'm sick of your shit. You're an ungrateful fuckin' slut." He smeared his fingers across Gerard's lower back and pushed them into Gerard's mouth.

Gerard raised his head again and sucked on Bert's fingers. He hummed around them and Bert watched in silence.

His mouth dropped open and his dick started to go hard again.

"Mmmm..." Gerard moaned around the digits and it made Bert shudder.

"F-fuck..." Bert stammered, shoving his fingers in and out of Gerard's mouth. "You like that? Oh fuck... You're so fucking hot."

Gerard smirked around his fingers and when Bert shut his eyes he dug his teeth into the flesh until Bert started to scream.

"Fucking--!!!" Bert howled, yanking his hand back as his other punched Gerard down. "Motherfucker!" He struck Gerard again and again and again.

Gerard laid there, bleeding and shaking.

Bert stood up and slipped his boxers back on.

He left the room, but immediately came back. He had his cell in his hand and his fingers in his mouth as he sucked over the areas where the blood was coming from.

"Fucking whore." Bert spat above him.

Gerard peered up at Bert and moved his fingers to his ass and pushed them inside.

Bert watched him like he was some disgusting creature, phone pressed to his ear as he waited for whoever he was calling to answer.

"Oh, fuck... So good." Gerard whimpered, jabbing his fingers in out of himself.

Bert continued to watch him until finally he got an answer on the other end. "Yo, M. It's Bert."

Gerard's fingers suddenly came to a halt and he looked up at Bert in shock.

"Actually no. He's been nothing but fucking trouble. He won't clean... He won't cook... He just fucking bit my goddamn fingers." He said and Gerard's breathing picked up.

"Bert..." He whimpered, looking up at the man. "He's going to fucking kill me."

As soon as those words left his mouth Bert smiled down at him and winked.

"Yeah... Tomorrow sounds good. Just stop by any time. I'll take a day off... Alright, take care... Bye." He ended the call.

"No. No. No. No..." Gerard pulled his fingers out of himself and pushed himself up on his knees.

"Shouldn't have crossed me, fucker." Bert said, leaving the living room.

Gerard sat there, crying. He had no idea what was going to happen to him tomorrow.

***Frank***

”Jesus Frankie, that just sucks majorly.”

Frank had decided to meet Pete for coffee the next day, this time Max had the soy, and Frank could be in non-tea soaked clothing.

”You know Pete, it may come as a shock to you, but we are adults now so you can drop the college talk.”

”Fuck you Frankie, I will forever be that kid from college. If I recall you were really into that kid, literally.”

Pete raised his eyebrows up and down, and Frank had to laugh. He did not exactly have a fling with Pete in school, more like friends with benefits. Still it was one of his fondest memories, that and having a girlfriend that did not mind sharing. Of course he knew how that ended, in divorce. Pete could see the stress in Frank’s body language. He lay a hand on Frank’s shoulder.

”Hey man, I get it you know?”

”Yeah, I know. Thanks Petey.”

That made Pete smile. It had been a long time since Frank used his nickname for him. Well it had been a few years since he had seen Pete.

”Hey Frankie, when do you have some free time?”

”Uh Pete, I am my own boss remember? I can take time when I want to.”

”Right duh.”

Frank punched Pete in the arm.

”Stupid faggot.”

”Yeah, yeah I am.”

Frank cracked up and Pete followed suit. It felt good to laugh after the shit storm he was dealing with recently. When they calmed back down, Pete was looking at him again with a question on his lips. Frank remembered how soft those lips were to kiss and wondered if they still were.

”Yes they still are.”

”Huh?"

”You are wondering if it is the same to kiss me now like it was then right?”

”Fuck you Pete.”

Pete just grinned and grabbed at Frank’s tie and pulled him into his personal space. He crashed their lips together and Frank let out a groan he could not suppress. The kiss was better than he remembered it or that frigid bitch had been worse than he thought. Either way he was enjoying himself as Pete asked for permission for his tongue to enter and Frank granted it immediately by parting his lips. Pete still had a hold of his tie the whole time which was a major turn on for Frank. It seemed the kiss lasted forever as Pete massaged his tongue with his own and explored every area of Frank’s mouth. Normally Frank liked to be in charge, but this was alright and he needed it. Pete broke the kiss with a whimper escaping from Frank. He opened his eyes to see Pete smiling at him. His lips were bruised and swollen as his tongue ran across his bottom lip, savoring the taste of Frank’s lips. Pete slowly let go of Frank’s tie and both men returned to their sitting position. Frank was red and pulled on his collar. This made Pete giggle.

”Nice to see that I can still make you hot under the collar Frankie. “

”Yeah hot.”

"Would you like to see if I can still do anything else to you?”

"I…um…sure?”

Pete giggled again and pulled out one of his business cards. He scribbled an address down on the back of it. He handed the card to Frank. Frank grabbed it in his sweaty hand and looked at it. In Pete’s familiar scrolling handwriting he saw his home address. Pete got up and shrugged on his coat. He walked over to Frank and brushed his hand against his cheek lightly.

”Call me and cum over for lunch sometime. We can continue this…discussion then.”

Frank’s jaw dropped at Pete’s blatant misuse of the word “come” as he watched Pete head for the door. He stopped and blew Frank a kiss before he winked and walked out. Frank let out a long breath he did not even realize that he was holding. He heard giggling and looked around. A table of girls was watching him and they were as red as Frank was. Frank stood up and re-tucked his now wrinkled tie in. He smoothed his hair out and picked up his coat and donned his fedora. He bowed to them winked and made a noise out of the side of his teeth. They giggled and blushed at this and Frank left the shop.

***Gerard***

The next day Gerard anxiously scrubbed the kitchen floor, awaiting M's arrival... Just when he's about finished M. storms in and slams him to the floor.

The bigger man grabbed him by his hair and pulled scissors out and cut a chunk of his locks off.

Gerard screamed out when his now short hair was used to hoist him up on his feet.

"Fuckin' talkin' back to your husband, huh?" M. screamed against his face and Gerard just cringed. "What'd I tell you? If you feel like you're going to sass someone you go and occupy your fucking mouths with his dick!" He struck the smaller man against the back of his head with the gun he pulled out from his pants.

In a flash Gerard's screams stopped and he was no longer squirming in M's hold.

Bert watched M. carry the small man's limp frame over his shoulder and sighed. "What a waste of fucking money, man... He wasn't even that tight." He walked M to the front door.

"Sorry about that... It's just, he had just been divorced for a week when you bought him... His ass hasn't gotten a break." M. chuckled. "But I'll let him know you're gonna' miss him."

"As if." Bert snorted, pulling open the front door. "I'll buy another bitch off you."

"Right on. Just do the same thing you did to get this one here. See ya 'round." M. said, heading out.

"Adios, man." Bert said, shutting his door closed.

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Gerard woke up naked and cold. His hair is soaked and as well as his body.

He looked around frantically and saw that he was in M's basement.

"Fuckfuckfuck..." He whimpered, lifting his left arm and discovered he was cuffed to a gurney.

He whined out into the empty silence and attempted to sit up.

Just in time, M. stormed in and hurried to him. "Ya know..." He started and looked over Gerard's frightened expression. "You're lucky you're beautiful and men buy you like a fucking Ferrari on sale." M. laughed, looking Gerard's body over.

"M... M, please don't h-hurt me. Bert was... He was crazy." Gerard cried, tugging on the handcuff attached to his wrist.

M. pushed the gurney through the down stairs basement door and wheeled him in to the extended secret room.

"No! Please don't! Please, M... Please!" Gerard screamed, looking around the familiar room.

"You wanna' talk shit... Run that goddamn mouth?" M. whispered, securing Gerard's legs and other arm to the gurney. "Run your mouth when I add another tally mark."

"N-no!" Gerard continued to scream. He was going to have a panic attack.

Gerard knew too well what M. meant by tally mark.

Ever time Gerard, or any of the wives, gets divorced M. brings him in to this room where all his tattooing equipment is kept and marks them inside thier thigh.

"Uh oh..." M. chuckled. "Looks like we're going all the way across today." He touched the inside if Gerard's thigh and traced the four, little black lines there.

Gerard continue to scream out and M. just looked up at him and laughed. "Remember when I did the first one? You were so scared you pissed yourself and passed out... Ya didn't tell me you were fuckin' enetophobic. I would have documented that and sent it to sadistic pervs for a really good price." M. babbled, sterilizing his tools.

Gerard just sobbed and shook his head back and forth. He looked up at the hanging light above him.

"There we go...." M. says, turning on the machine. "Ready?"

Gerard whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. Both his hands were clenched in to fists and so were his feet.

M. started at the first point and Gerard thrashed against the pressure.

"Stay the fuck still. You don't want it to be ugly..." M. said, still going.

He was halfway across when Gerard felt himself begin to hyperventilate.

"Almost fucking done, man. You're such a pussy. It's not even that bad. Look at me. I'm covered in them." M. laughed, finishing up the last point. "I'm done."

Gerard opened his eyes and breathed in and out harshly, trying to look down at the job.

"Lie still... Gonna patch you up."

Gerard pressed his chin down his chest and wiggled his hips against M.'s cold hands.

"Stop fucking moving!" M. screamed, squeezing Gerard's dick.

"Mmm'ahhh!" Gerard screamed and M. finished up.

"There... you fucking prissy bitch." M. growled, wheeling Gerard out of the room. "The next time we have to do this I'm gonna' stick the needle up your ass and add the next tally in there. That'll really fucking hurt."

Gerard whimpered and shook his head. "M... Please let me... let me suck you off. Please... I'll clean. I'll cook... Please just let me out of here. I'll be good."

M. looked down at him and rolled his eyes. "I'm not your husband." He said, and with that he left the basement, leaving Gerard cuffed to the gurney.

***Frank***

A week later Frank pulled up to Pete’s home. It was considered modest compared to Frank’s but then again Pete preferred to be flamboyant on his person not his dwelling. Frank checked himself in the mirror. His eyes had just a touch of kohl on them and were slightly smudged to bring out the hazel color. He went in the back of his closet and pulled out a tight set of black jeans like he use to wear in college. He was happy to find out that he did not gain much weight since then. He was able to slip into them easily, but had to leave the underwear off. He chose to stay with the button down though, but went for a less formal looking tie. A bit skinny like the ones from the 80’s. He climbed out of his car and headed to the front door. He rang the bell and waited. When the door opened he saw a slightly built man standing there. Frank cleared his throat.

”Is Pete home?”

”You must be Frankie, Petey is expecting you.”

Frank was surprised to hear this man use Pete’s nickname. He followed the man in.

”Here let me take your coat and hat.”

”Yeah, uh, thanks.”

”No trouble, follow me, Pete’s in the living room.”

Frank followed the strange man further into the house. He saw Pete come into view. He was sitting on the sofa on the far wall watching TV. Frank stopped at the doorway as the man in front of him continued his way to the sofa. He bent over and whispered something in Pete’s ear. Pete looked around the guy and smiled. He got up and made his way over to Frank. Frank was kind of nervous now. He had dressed up expecting something and maybe he had gotten it wrong. Maybe Pete was just joking with him. Peter embraced Frank warmly and Frank accepted the hug. Suddenly Pete’s mouth was on him and oh it was perfect, except for the guy in the background. Still Pete was good at what he did because all Frank could think about was the kiss turning his legs to jelly. He wanted to push Pete to the ground right there and fuck him senseless. His cock was on to the idea too. He felt Pete smirk into the kiss and he knew that Pete could feel him too. A beeping broke them apart. Frank looked at Pete and Pete looked at the guy next to him.

”Yo, Spence. I think that’s the oven.”

”Oh right yeah, I’ll just go, yeah.”

Spence, apparently, went to leave and Pete swatted him on the ass. The man giggled and hurried into the kitchen. Pete slung an arm over Frank’s shoulder and led him to the dining room.

”I had Spencer look up some awesome veggie recipes for you. He is an amazing cook so this ought to be good!”

The two sat down as Spence(r) brought out the food. It was peppers stuffed with couscous, and Frank’s mouth watered at the smell. He had been eating take out for months since he now had no time to cook and mostly it was just him when the kids were boarded. Now that summer was fast approaching though, they would be home and he had to come up with another way to feed them. He sighed and tried to push away his sullen thoughts as Spencer served them along with a fresh salad to accompany the main course. Not thinking, Frank dug in immediately. At the first bite, he moaned obscenely and Pete giggled as Spencer blushed at his reaction.

”That good huh?”

”You have no fucking idea.”

The men continued eating after that with just small banter here and there. Even through the small talk though Frank had no idea who this guy, who could fucking cook, was? Finally when the meal was finished, Spencer cleared the plates and brought out three beers. Frank looked at him and apologized.

”Sorry man, I don’t drink.”

”Fuck I…”

”SPENCER!”

Frank and Spencer both jumped as Pete yelled his name. Spencer cowered as Pete rose from his seat and grabbed Spencer by the hair causing the bottles to clatter to the table. Frank watched as Spencer was dragged out of the dining room and into a small adjoining room. Pete was known for a temper in the dorms. He had beaten the shit out of a guy who had insulted a friend of theirs. To defend her honor, he broke the guys fucking middle finger since that is what he held up at her. Frank got up and followed them, curious as to what was going on. There was a small table in the room with what looked like shackles hanging down. Spencer hit the floor in front of the table and immediately put on the shackles. Frank was surprised that Spencer did this so readily. It was as if he had been trained to do it. Pete had seem to forgotten that he was even there. Pete walked over to the wall and pulled down a paddle among the many other implements there. He stalked over to where Spencer was spread out on his stomach over the table. With no thought to Frank, Pete yanked down Spencer’s pants and Frank saw he too was wearing no underwear.

”I gave you instructions before Frank got here didn’t I?”

”Yes Sir.”

”What were they?”

”Greet him at the door politely. Take his coat and hat. Bring him to the living room. Prepare a completely vegetarian meal.”

”And?”

”Do not serve alcohol to him.”

”And what did you do?”

”Served alcohol to him.”

After a really bad incident in college, Frank swore he would never drink or do drugs ever again. He became pretty straight edge, although he could not give up his one vice of smoking oh and sex, yeah fuck that shit. Frank was startled out of his thoughts with the sound of the paddle hitting bare flesh as he heard Spencer cry out.

”One.”

Frank watched as Pete brought the paddle down several more times till the count equaled ten and Spencer’s ass was red and slightly welted. Pete then returned the paddle to the wall and came back with a jar of salve. He carefully rubbed it on the bruised area and then helped Spencer up. He kissed him on the forehead and Spencer ducked out of the room. Pete put the salve back and rubbed his other hand over his face.

”Please excuse my wife, he is usually better behaved and…”

Frank didn’t mean to, but he exploded.

”Pete, what the fuck was that!? And your wife?! I mean shit, it was just a beer and…YOUR WIFE!?”

”Yeah, come on; let me explain some stuff to you.”

Back in the living room, Frank sat there looking at the card in his hand. It was a simple business card like any other, but instead of an address and phone number it had an e-mail printed just below the name of the company. He turns to face Pete on the other end of the sofa.

”So you go on the website and look at the prospective wives and then you chose the one or ones you like and you get to interview them?”

”Yup, some have rules and hard limits they don’t want crossed, but other than that, they are pretty much free for the taking, well not free.”

”Does Spencer have any hard limits? I mean obviously you can beat the shit out of him and he does not care.”

”I would never do that to Spencer, I love him. What you saw was a punishment that we agreed on. I have never and will never draw blood on him.”

”So how long have you guys been together then?

”Next month will mark our 4th anniversary.”

”Wow, you really took this shit seriously and you really bought him online?”

”Yup, best million dollar investment I ever made.”

Frank was about to say something else when Spencer came in. He sat down on the arm of the sofa next to Pete and Pete pulled him into his lap. Spencer giggled and settled in with a sigh. Frank remembered when he had that with Greta. He really did miss those times. Maybe a new wife is what he needed. Someone that would follow his rules, unlike Greta, and would be there to really make him happy.

”Can I ask Spencer a question?”

”I have no problem with that, do you Spencer?”

”Not at all, what would you like to know?”

”Why did you chose to do this? I mean you are good looking and could probably get Pete without being sold to him. Why go through all this?”

Spencer sighed and looked at Pete. Frank had a feeling that this was something that he did not like to share, but what Spencer said next threw him off.

”I think the biggest one is security. Yeah we chose to be bought and sometimes sold back, but for the most part we are taken care of and that is what we all want. This isn’t like prostitution or human trafficking. We are all consenting adults, and we just choose to consent to a lot more than most real wives would.”

”Now now Spencer, you are a real wife.”

”Thank you Petey.”

What Spencer said made sense. Maybe he would check out the website, just for the fuck of it. Speaking of fucks, Frank was wondering why Pete would invite him over to screw around when he was married. Spencer seemed like a great guy, and someone that could keep Pete happy. Maybe he misunderstood what Pete meant when he said continued discussion yesterday, but fuck what about the “cum over” line. Frank was thinking that it was kind of a waste of time for him to get dolled up now, but he still had fun seeing Pete again.

”Spencer, be a dear and go clean up from lunch. Frank and I are going to go upstairs and fuck.”

”Will you need me for anything?”

”Nah, I swing, but Frankie doesn’t. Don’t worry Ryan is coming over later and then we can all play.”

Frank was listening to the conversation in a state of shock. Did Pete just tell his wife that they were going upstairs to fuck?! Pete looked over at Frank and smiled. He pat Spencer on the thigh and Spencer gets up, smiles at Frank and leaves the room. Frank is about to ask Pete what that was all about, but he does not get a chance because Pete is kissing him hard and wanton like last week in the coffee shop. Frank would protest, but fuck, Pete is a good kisser and he is slowly pushing his rational thoughts out of his brain and straight down to his cock. Pete presses into him as he practically crawls into Frank’s lap. He wraps his legs around Frank and Frank pushes off the sofa slightly to accommodate him. He wraps his arms around Pete and pulls him tighter against his chest. The position causes their groins to line up and Frank can feel that Pete is as hard as he is. The friction is delicious and it finally makes their kiss break and Pete moan out loud.

”Jesus Frankie, so fucking hard for you. Came home that day and fucked Spencer senseless thinking about what it would be like to have you fucking me again.”

Frank groaned at Pete’s dirty talk. It made no sense, but it was hot as fuck. He was so close to just throwing Pete down right there, fuck the bedroom. He was trying to control himself for the sake of Spencer in the house, but when Pete reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans that was it. Frank growled and threw Pete down on the sofa. He ripped his shirt open and snapped the belt on his jeans in half. Pete gasped at Frank’s display of strength.

”Oh God, yes Frankie. Please, take me right now. Fuck me!”

Frank growled again and pulled hard on Pete’s jeans till they slid off his legs and were pooled on the floor. Not surprisingly, Pete was not wearing any underwear like Spencer and him. Frank reached down to push a finger into Pete and found him already lubricated. He looked up at Pete and Pete just smiled.

”I had Spencer prepare me before you arrived.”

”You little fucking slut!”

Frank gripped Pete’s thighs and lined up and pushed in without stopping. Pete wrapped his legs around Frank’s hips as he cried out. Frank wasted no time and started to thrust immediately at a blinding pace. He was sweating and pulled off his shirt not even caring about the buttons. Pete ran his hands all over Frank’s chest.

”Frankie, love your ink. Missed seeing it. Want to taste them so badly.”

Frank pulled Pete till he was in his lap and Frank was on his knees. Pete ran his tongue over the scorpion on Frank’s neck and nibbled it lightly. Frank grabbed onto Pete’s hips again and fucked upward making Pete scream. He reached down and jerked him off in time with his thrusts.

”Fuck, Frankie, so close, I, ah ah ah.”

That was it, Pete was spilling over Frank’s hand and clenching tight around Frank’s cock deep inside him. Frank pushed in a few more times and then he was cuming too, crying out Pete’s name. They both collapsed on the sofa with Frank losing his balance and falling backwards with Pete in top of him. Frank blacked out for a minute and when he came to, Spencer was in his sight with a glass of water with a straw in it and a wet cloth. Pete sat up and Spencer started to clean off his chest and cock. He then cleaned off Frank and bent down to help Frank drink the water. Frank was still coming down off the high of the orgasm. He looked at Spencer and Spencer smiled at him. Frank giggled, he could not help it. The whole idea was so surreal.

”Best fucking wife ever Pete.”

”Fuck yeah.”

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It was a few days later before Frank decided to check out the website. He typed hou$ewive$.com into the search bar and a very simple website popped up. He took the tour and found out pretty much the same information that Pete told him. Once he chose a wife he would be responsible to provide a roof over their head, food, clothing, medical, and a monthly progress report for the first year. The purchase fee was non-negotiable, $1,000,000’s and there was a $10,000 non-refundable processing fee. The cost of the wife himself would be reimbursed if a divorce was necessary after a year. If the marriage managed to last over seven years, a common law marriage if you will, a bonus gift is given as a congratulations. Seemed easy enough. He decided to register his name and information. Once that was complete he was asked a series of questions to pair him up with the best possible candidates. They were detailed questions such as preference of body shape, eye color, hair, even cock size. He laughed at that one. You could even choose circumcised or not! The other questions about sex got even more in depth. Favorite positions, kinks, even if you preferred topping or bottoming! Answering the questions alone gave Frank a semi. Frank shook his head to clear it out and moved to the next page. There they asked domestic preferences. He cared more about those than personal appearances. Frank was one of those 'it’s what inside that counts' kind of guys. He did want a good cook who specialized in vegetarian of course, but could still cook for the kids. He did not force his view on them. He needed someone who was excellent at cleaning and maintaining a household. Frank was a bit of a neat freak and he could not stand clutter. He had a few other quirks, but he was sure the guy would understand them. He answered a few more questions and then electronically signed the bottom of the disclosure page. He liked that they did not ask him for any credit information until he made a choice and set up an interview.

”Daaaaaad”

Frank closed his lap top and sighed. He daughter’s voice echoed throughout the house.

”In the office Kitty Kat.”

”Daaad, I asked you not to call me that anymore. It’s sooooo childish.”

”Well when you whine like that you sound like a child, and besides as long as I had a hand in bringing you into this world I will call you what I want.”

”*huff* Oh fine. So did you get my e-mail?”

”I did, but what is wrong with the car you have now?”

”Nothing, I just don’t like it anymore.”

Frank shook his head as he listened to the lame reasons she gave. The fact was it was a good car, but it was not the car her snobbish friends all had and Kat was always trying to keep up with them.

”Look Kat, I will think about it okay? Maybe for your birthday.”

”But daaaad, that is so far from now and…”

”Katrina Amber Iero! You will shut the fuck up right now or I will take away the car you already have and make you take the fucking bus!”

Kat jumped at first from Frank’s sudden anger, but then she rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him.

”Geeze dad, fine, take a chill pill. Man, someone needs to get laid.”

”Did that Monday smart ass.”

”Ugh, so did not need to know that. I’m gonna go conference with the girls. Later dad.”

Kat kissed him on his reddened cheek and Frank immediately failed and slumped in his chair. He scrubbed his hands over his face and sighed. He turned back to the laptop and opened it up again. He back tracked to the domestic preference page and highlighted, “Excellent with children, and added in the other box, ‘especially spoiled teenagers’.” He saved his progress and waited for the program to calculate his choices and give him the array of candidates matching his preferences. Within a few minutes a folder of desired candidates popped up. As he scrolled through them he noticed that they were all lookers, many of them bordered on hot. He remembered Spencer’s remark on security, but still these men were gorgeous. Some of them had the qualifications that Frank was looking for domestically. He tried to ignore the sexual ones, but did read a few of them. Not many were good with children though, not what Frank would consider good. Not a lot of experience with family. The most interesting thing about the candidates is that next to their head shot was a shot of their inner thigh. Some of the pictures showed nothing, but most had the tattoo of a line or two in black ink. The picture was careful to not show their cocks too, but some did capture a bit of hair. A few had three marks. Frank had no idea what these meant. He kept going till he realized that he was looking at the same guy several times. Apparently the reason was because he frequently changed his hair style and even color apparently. At one point he had dyed long black hair, another was short cropped platinum blonde, and Frank kind of drooled at that one. He also went flaming bright red that made his pale skin seem to shimmer under the lights. The most recent one was a soft mousey brown that just covered his ears. The picture of his inner thigh showed four lines with a strike through. Frank realized they were tally marks. His thigh was a soft creamy white and Frank suddenly got the urge to bite into it and leave his own mark. Frank adjusted his growing hard on and bypassing his pictures, looked at his qualifications. He matched up nearly perfectly. He did have a red flag at the top and Frank clicked on it. It said that he was married five times before. One lasted four years, but the other, his last, was only six months. frank put two and two together suddenly and realized that the marks on the wives inner thighs represented their marriages or rather divorces. Despite this, Frank was really intrigued by the younger man. Greta was older than Frank, but he swore he aged ten years more because of the marriage. Now the idea of having a younger wife was appealing. What really pulled Frank in though was the experience with kids. This guy could probably handle Kat and Kody no problem. He looked at the sexual qualification and swallowed hard as they almost matched perfectly too. This was too good to be true. He looked again at the head shots and tried to focus on the most recent one, but kept going back to the picture of his inner thigh.

”Fuck it.”

Frank hit the button that brought up the interview screen. He put the best day and time for him, one month from today, and hit send. The site asked if he had anymore choices to add and Frank hit no. He decided to go with a suicide run, as they called it in the business. At the end of next month he would be meeting his possible future wife, Gerard, face to face.

***Gerard***

Time Stamp:29 days later.

Living in M.'s basement becomes a whole lot easier. Not because its gets better, no. He just gets used to it.

M. usually steps in three times a day to feed him and give him water with his medication and if Gerard's up for it, he gets M. to fuck him, but that's because he gets lonely and enjoys seducing him. It works each time, too.

He kept himself entertained by tracing the spaces between the brick wall and counting how long it'd take him to go around it.

M. barged in on him doing leg-lifts one time and threw him on to the mattress that was on the ground and fucked him senseless.

His body was a wreck after that... And it didn't help that. M dumped a bucket of cold water on him to wash him down.

"You fucking reek." He had said and Gerard turned to look at him. That was when the water hit him.

He gasped out and sat up quickly.

"Here..." M. tossed him a soaped up loofah. "Scrub everywhere. Brian's swinging by and we're taking new pictures."

Gerard's teeth chattered as he nodded his head. "Y-ye-yes... S-s-sir..." He shivered, rubbing the loofah across his chest.

"Good. I'll be back in five minutes to rinse you off." He hurried out and Gerard continued to scrub himself until his skin was raw.

M. came back with the bucket filled with water just like he said he would and this time, instead of cold water like Gerard had predicted, it was lukewarm.

"Much better... Right?" M. asked and Gerard nodded, smiling. "Good. Brian's here setting up... I'm gonna' bring you your outfit. Here's a towel." He pulled it off of his shoulders and tossed it to the naked man on the floor.

Gerard watched M. disappear as he dried himself off. He finished as soon as M. stormed back in and Gerard stood up so M. could dress him.

His outfit was barely an outfit at all... It was an apron. That was it.

Gerard followed M. up stairs. He had to adjust his eyes to the light and change of scenery.

Gerard realizes that this house wasn't the last house he'd been in seven months ago. This house was bigger and fancier.

"Ok. We're going to start in the living room. M., get him hard." Brian said, fixing his equipment.

"Right." M. said, grabbing Gerard by the back of his neck and pushed him over the back of the couch.

M. got down on his knees and pushed his face against Gerard's ass and worked his tongue and lips against him.

Gerard gasped and let out a breathy moan. It'd been a long time since anyone's done that... Well, Bert tried and Gerard just didn't think he was good enough.

M., on the other hand, was the best.

"Ahhhnggh... Mmmm." Gerard moaned, griping onto the couch backrest.

M. pulled his tongue back and pressed his thumb against the wet, pink pucker and smiled when it clenched around the tip of his finger.

"I'm fucking him when we're done by the way." Brian said in a matter-of-fact tone.

M. stood up and burst out laughing. "You know you're free to fuck him whenever you want."

"Yeah," Brian smirked, "I know..."

Gerard followed Brian and M.'s instructions perfectly. He even managed to impress them with a few moves of his own.

"Yeah! Just like that. Hold it!" Brian shouted as Gerard pressed the handle of the feather duster against his lips and sucked on it. He was on his hands and knees, ass pushed in the air and apron shoved aside.

The next scene was in the kitchen. He scrubbed the floor and cleaned the granite counters, lifting one of his legs in the air daintily.

"That was fucking great... Gerard's by far my favourite Housewife to shoot." Brian said after he snapped his last shot. "That guy's going to love these."

Gerard perked up and turned around to face M. who was paying Brian for his job. "Yeah, even if he doesn't like Gerard in the interview he's going to have to say yes because of these pics." M. said, grinning.

"I've got a possible fiancé?" Gerard asked, smiling.

"Yeah, you were his first choice, actually his only choice." M. said, "That hasn't happened in a long time, because of your previous marriages."

"W-when's the interview?" Gerard said a little too eagerly.

"Tomorrow actually." M. said, helping Brian pack his equipment.

Gerard beamed, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was getting out of M.'s basement... He couldn't wait.

***Frank***

Frank had such a month that he all but, forgot about the interview. He had signed two new ska bands to his record label and won the apartment argument thanks to his Adam. Kody had settled down in school again, for now, and Kat was whining less, which was a miracle in itself. Frank was going through his e-mail when a letter from Hou$ewive$.com popped up in his inbox. He clicked on it and there was a simple line with an attachment.

”A little something to wet your appetite for tomorrow.”

Frank opened up the attachment and his mouth dropped open and his cock jumped to attention. It was the Gerard, but not like he looked in his head shots. He was dressed provocatively in an apron and nothing else. He was posed in various housework scenes. Vacuuming, dusting, and on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor. His cock was hard and pitched the skirt forward. Frank’s mouth watered at these sights. He reached down to palm his cock as he scrolled through each pic. At one point the pressure was not enough and he reached in and grabbed himself. He started to imagine Gerard scrubbing the floor in his own home. He imagined walking up to him and pulling out his cock. Gerard would stop scrubbing and take him in his mouth. He pulled on his cock hard and ghosted over the head to collect the precum so it wouldn’t be so dry. He jerked himself at the thought of Gerard’s mouth warm and wet sucking on the head and swirling it with his tongue.

”Ah fuck Gerard.”

Frank then imagined pulling his cock out and pushing Gerard onto the floor face first. He thought about ramming into him with no warning and Gerard would love it. He would push back and gasp and moan and beg Frank for more. The thought of his begging is what sent Frank over the edge. He muffled his voice so that Kat would not hear anything and he came in his pants like a fucking teenager. He dropped his head forward trying to collect his breath and wits again. He stood up and closed the laptop with his clean hand. He went to his private bathroom and stripped. He jumped in a cold shower to chill out and cleaned up his mess. Changing into his pajamas, he went back to his laptop and saved the pics in a hidden file. He then sent a simple thank you to the sender and shut down for the night. Now he really could not wait till tomorrow.

Notes

The premise of the story is that Frank is a music mogul who is having a shitty time right now. He hears about the company Gerard works for from his friend Pete who happens to already have a wife. Meanwhile, Gerard is not having a great time with his current husband, who decides he does not want him anymore. That is great news for Frank of course, as you guys will see as the story unfolds.