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Gerard was loving talking to Alicia. She was such a sweet girl, and she had his dark artistic tastes too. He just couldn't figure out what she was doing with someone like Jon.

"Hey, Alicia?"

He called over his shoulder to her as he hunted for a particular picture he wanted her to see.

"Yeah Gee? Oh man, I really like this one!"

Alicia was looking at a zombie couple and there was something familiar about it.

"Hey, is this the guy in the pictures with you in the living room?"

"Hmm?"

Gerard turned to look at the painting.

"Oh yeah, that's Frank."

He smiled lovingly at his zombified fiancé.

"He seems to creep into quite a lot of my pictures, even when I don't plan on it."

He giggled.

"So..."

He turned serious.

"…tell me how you and Jon got together?"

"Oh, well we go to school together, but I work at the coffee shop that's near the campus during the school year. We met there."

Gerard frowned slightly, unsure if he should say.

"It's just…now don't take this the wrong way, but he's a jock, and you're a rock chick…how does that work?"

"Oh...well he doesn't really act like that around me. I sometimes wonder who the real Jon is, but well, how does he act around you?"

Gerard was regretting bringing Jon into the conversation already.

"Oh, well, he-he's not there much."

Why did he lie? Why not say that Jon is a sleazy low-down rapist? Well, cos he'd known Alicia all of an hour, and he'd already found out that she'd been with Jon for the last 18 months. Who was she gonna believe?

"Yeah, he tries to be all that, but he really is a kitten."

Alicia's phone rang.

"Oh man, that's work. Give me a second."

She stepped away and answered the call.Gerard sorted through a few more pictures, and found one he thought she's like. It was a girl dressed for a funeral, sat on a swing under a gnarled old tree, with the body of her dead lover at her feet, and a slightly creepy smile on her face. He kinda thought the girl looked like her.

"Shit."

Alicia returned with a frown.

"Fucking newbies. Someone didn't show up so I have to go in. That sucks; I wanted to talk to you more."

Alicia moved in and took Gerard's hand.

"We have to exchange phone numbers!"

"Ok."

Gerard smiled, pulling his cellphone from his pocket.

"We can get a coffee and talk designs for your room."

"Great! Well let's head back so I can give Johnny the bad news."

Gerard's stomach dropped, and he could swear he felt his face pale.

"Oh…okay."

He fought back the urge to scream, or puke, or something, and followed Alicia back out of his house, locking the door behind him.

"About fucking time!"

"Oh stop it Johnny. Hey, I do have to leave though. They called me in."

"No way! You said you had the day off!"

"I know, I'm sorry baby. You can have lunch with Gee instead."

Gerard smiled nervously as Alicia looked expectantly at him. He wanted to go home.

"Call me later? We can start talking colors."

"Sure!"

Alicia kissed Jon goodbye and then kissed Gerard on the cheek. Then she was gone. Gerard stood wide eyed as the front door closed, and he was left alone with Jon.

Jon was done being nice. He was completely done. He stepped up behind Gerard and pushed him hard against the door and trapped him there.

"Did you have fun playing with my girlfriend? Did you tell her all the horrible things that I did to you?"

Breath hitching in his chest and tears flooding his eyes, Gerard trembled in absolute terror. He shook his head as best he could in this position.

"No, no!I swear I didn't t-tell her any-anything!"

He stuttered out is words, fearfully.

"Good, that's a good little pet. You know, good little pets get rewarded. Do you think you deserve one, hmmm?"

Gerard really didn't know how to answer that, so he didn't. Jon smacked Gerard's ass hard.

"I asked you a question! Perhaps you would rather be punished in the basement instead?!"

Gerard gasped in pain and shock, shaking his head hard.

"No, please no?"

"Then get your ass up stairs to my room. You reward is on the bed."

Sobbing and chewing his bottom lip, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands, Gerard started slowly up the stairs. There was no point fighting this. He'd lost already. Jon went to grab a drink and then headed up the stairs too.

As Gerard opened Jon's bedroom door with a shaking hand, he was pretty sure he was going to faint. Stepping into the room, he saw what Jon thought was a nice "reward"! Jon walked in passed Gerard and sat down on the bed. He held up the tail.

"Now you can get dressed yourself or I can do it for you?"

He held out the bottle of lube.

"Your choice kitten."

Gerard opened his mouth and nothing came out, just a faint whining sound. He stood frozen for a moment, his heart racing in his chest, threatening to break right out through his ribs. Then he spun on his toes and fled back toward the stairs, skidding on the landing rug and crashing his hip into the wall, before getting his footing and setting off again. He could feel, and hear, Jon right behind him.

"Stupid, fucking stupid."

Jon was not worried. He knew he would overtake Gerard and just like in the movies he would go to pull the door open and then realize that the dead bolt was on. He grabbed Gerard hard when he caught him.

"So you decided on punishment huh?"

Jon dragged Gerard to the basement door.

"NOOOO!.. GOD PLEASE NO!"

Gerard screamed and struggled against Jon's hard grip. He tried to claw at the younger man's hand and grab at anything they passed.. The banister to try and anchor himself, and a statue on the hall table, with the vague idea of using it as a weapon, but he was being pulled too fast, and his fingers never made contact.

"HEEELP!"

"Shut the fuck up! You brought this on yourself stupid bitch! I offered you a nice reward, but I guess you like it rough huh?"

Jon dragged Gerard down the stairs and threw him on the floor at the bottom. He grabbed the whip from last time they were here.

"Strip now!"

Gerard scrambled backwards into the corner, his whole body was practically vibrating now as he wrapped his arms over his head and struggled to breathe through the coming panic attack.

"Get over here now or it will be worse for you!"

Jon snapped the crop against his leg.Gasping for breath, Gerard staggered to his feet and took a couple shaky steps toward the younger man. His legs feeling like jello, and his vision blurring in and out, the room seemed to dance and sway before him, then the floor was rushing up to meet his face. He only managed to catch himself with his arms, by sheer luck alone. From his position on his hands and knees, on the hard concrete floor, Gerard looked up with terrified eyes as Jon advanced toward him.

"Why did you run away? This could have been so easy and maybe even feel good, but you lost that chance now. You have been a bad pet and must be punished."

Jon pointed to the cowering older man.

"Take off your shirt."

Choking on snot and tears, all fight having suddenly left him, Gerard sat back on his knees and shakily removed his paint covered top, then dropped it on the floor by his side and hung his head down, his hair forming a perfect red curtain over his face.

"Now, count off!"

Jon brought the crop down on Gerard's perfectly white back.

"Uh, *sniff* one!

"Louder!"

Jon hit Gerard two more times

"TWO. TH-THREE.."

Jon hit Gerard a total of ten times. His back was red and covered with welts.

"Now, get your ass back upstairs and put the outfit on!"

"Y- Yes s-sir."

Gerard whimpered, shakily dragging himself to his feet, wincing as the skin on his back pulled when he moved. Every step he took felt like a knife to his heart. He knew what Jon's intentions were, and it made him shudder as repressed memories of that psycho Max started to filter back into his mind. When he reached the bedroom, Gerard stripped off the rest of his clothes. He felt kinda numb, like he'd taken a few Vicodin or something. Gerard knew that Jon was watching him from the doorway, but he blocked that out as best he could, clipped on the little black cat ears, and then picked up the tail and lube. Then he froze. He'd never used one before.

"Is there a problem still? Do we have to return to the basement?"

Gerard's eyes widened and he shook his head desperately.

"No! S-Sir… I…"

He looked down as his cheeks flushed pink.

"I've.. I've never…I don't know how."

He swallowed deeply with embarrassment.

"Oh, well that is what a Master is for."

Jon's face softens a bit.

"Lay down on your stomach."

Shivering like he'd caught a cold, Gerard handed the tail and lube over to the younger man, then climbed onto the bed and lay down on his belly, hiding his wet face in the pillows. Jon stood there admiring the smooth curve of Gerard's ass. His eyes traveled to see the marring on his back. He felt a twinge of guilt. He leaned over Gerard and caressed his back lightly seeing him wince.

"Hang on Kitten, let me get you something for your back."

Jon left the room, but closed and locked the door. Gerard lifted his head from the pillows to look at the locked door. The guy was a bastard, no doubt. but now he was getting something to help his back?..Why? Gerard didn't understand. Jon returned with the first aid and a few wet and dry clothes.

"This may sting a little Kitten, but you will feel better."

Jon poured some peroxide on the wet rag and carefully touched Gerard’s back. Gerard cried out, his back twisting away and his fingers gripping at the bedsheets.

"Owowow."

He whimpered softly, fresh tears leaking from his eyes.

"Shhh easy Kitten, I got you."

Jon was as careful as he could be. He wiped down all the wounds cleaning them carefully and then he put antibiotic cream on them and finally bandaged them.

"Um..."

Gerard wasn't sure whether to ask or not.

"There, now up on your knees a little and just stay still."

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Gerard pushed himself up so his ass was in the air. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to relax.

"That's a good girl Kitten."

Jon petted Gerard's ass lightly. He then popped the warming lube and slicked up two of his fingers.

"Okay Kitten, I am going to push one finger in."

Jon knew that the lube would feel good after a few minutes. Gerard's breath was slow and shaky, and his bottom lip was trembling as tears continued to fall. As Jon's first finger slid in, past the tight ring of muscles, Gerard whined and panted. He didn't want it to feel this good. Jon had not expected for Gerard to react like this. This was better than he thought it would be. He slipped a second finger in easily and began to stretch the effeminate man.

"Doing so good, so good."

"Ohhh.."

Gerard moaned unwillingly. His eyes flashed open in shock at the noise, and he froze up until Jon started to twist his fingers, then he moaned louder, his back arching and his eyes fluttering closed. The noises that Gerard was making were going straight to Jon's cock. Suddenly the tail was the last thing that he wanted to put in Gerard's ass. With his free hand he opened his jeans and slipped them down a bit as he climbed on the bed.

"What a good girl you are Kitten. I think I will give you an even better reward."

Jon coated his cock in the warming lube and then moved up behind Gerard. He removed his fingers and then lined himself up. He gripped Gerard's hips as he slowly sank in. Gerard sobbed silently as he felt Jon's cock pushing into him. He hung his head low and cried as thoughts of his Frankie swam through his mind. Jon wasn't as big as Frank, but he wasn't quite as gentle either.

Jon had never fucked a man before or even had a girlfriend willing to do anal, but it all seemed to come very naturally. He did not even feel the need to show any power over Gerard. Instead he wanted to make him feel good to make up for the punishment that was a little too harsh. Gerard was hoping that this would all be over soon, when suddenly, by some miracle (cos he knew Jon wasn't aiming for it) the younger man found his prostate.

"Oh, HOLY FUCK!Right there!"

Gerard cried out, his hips pushing back without his consent. Jon didn't know what he did exactly, but suddenly Gerard came to life and started to shove his ass back. He moved around again till he got the same reaction.

"Oh God YESSSS!Frrrrra.... there there there!"

Gerard had always been quite vocal in the bedroom. Frank often teased him that he'd have to use a gag.. now, was apparently no different.. even if he didn’t want it!

"Fuck!Yes!"

Jon started to fuck Gerard faster chasing his own orgasm.

"Oh my God Gee, you are fucking amazing!"

"Fra-Fra-FRANKIE!!!"

Gerard screamed out as Jon pounded into him, tears flooding his cheeks as this went from "not bad" to "shit... he's trying to kill me!" Gerard started to struggle as the enormity of all this started to sink in. Either he was cheating on Frank, or he was being raped, and either way, Gerard was now headed full speed toward a major panic attack. Jon reached around and grabbed Gerard's cock and started to jerk him off. He wanted him to cum too. His head was swimming and he heard Gerard cry out something, but had no idea what.

"Nononononoshitfucknonono!"

Gerard sobbed and panted and cussed in long strings of almost nonsensical letters. His ability to fight was almost gone as exhaustion took over. He knew that Jon was trying to get him to cum, and he knew that he would, whether he wanted to or not, he just wished Jon would get on with it and finish already, cos he was about 99% certain that he was going to black out within the next minute or so.

"Oh fuck fuckfuck fuck!"

Jon stuttered his hip as he came like a fucking rocket into Gerard's ass. He collapsed on top of him for a second before remembering his back.

"Oh man, I'm sorry Gee."

Gerard was passed out cold and Jon's hand was sticky. He pulled out of his unconscious pet and looked at him. Cum was dripping out of him and Jon picked up the tail and pushed the plug in. Something about making his cum stay inside Gerard made him happy. He got up and pulled his jeans up. He then grabbed his phone to call Garmin and brag.

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By five o'clock that evening, Hayley should've calmed down, but that little punk that interviewed her had really pushed her buttons, and she decided that she needed a drink. Walking into Liquid, a bar that did a good range of beers, good food, and occasional live music, she headed straight over to her friend Jeremy, who worked the early evening shift, before the place started to get noisy.

"Hey Jezza…gimme a beer will ya?"

"Don't normally see you in this early Hayley? Bad day?"

He snapped the cap off a bottle and handed it to her.

"Urgh! You have no idea!"

A crash came from the other end of the bar, and they both looked over, to see a young man with tattoos up his arms trying to lick beer off the bar where he'd just knocked over his glass. Hayley looked at Jeremy and raised an eyebrow.

"He's been here since about two. That's his 7th drink. Good thing he came on a bike. Least he won't try to drive home"

Hayley frowned, and watched as the man fell off his stool. She rolled her eyes then went to help him up.

"Hey buddy, you ok there?"

She asked, grabbing his elbow and helping him back to his feet, and quickly onto a chair at the nearest table.

"Thhhhanks."

Frank dropped into the seat hard.

"I shpilled my drrrink."

Hayley chuckled, and signaled "2 more" to Jeremy, before sitting down opposite the very drunk young man.

"I saw.”

She nodded thanks as the bartender silently placed two open bottles on the table between them.

"Any particular reason you're trying to drown yourself in beer on this fine day or do you always drink yourself into oblivion on Wednesdays?"

"Welllll it ish Hump Day...ha haha, and that ish what he wazzz trying to do to me."

Frank laughed bitterly and grabbed his beer, trying to down it, but he sputtered and coughed as it went down the wrong pipe.

"Shit!"

Hayley exclaimed, slapping him on the back.

"Take it easy pal. Now, who was trying to do what?"

"Garfuck, I don't feel so goooood."

Frank tried to get up as soon as he felt it in his stomach, but he fell on his knees to the floor. Hayley had gone to enough house parties to know how to deal with drunk people.

"Ok buddy, stay on the floor..."

She turned to Jeremy.

"You got a bucket Jezza?"

"Really Hayley?"

She nodded, and he rolled his eyes, but passed her a red plastic bucket from beneath the counter.

"Thanks!"

She turned back to the guy who now appeared to be trying to lick his elbow. He was so wasted!

"Here ya go, case ya wanna hurl."

"Need baaaathroom."

Frank began to crawl towards the wall.

"Dude is he okay?"

Hayley grabbed her inebriated companion and turned him in the right direction, cos if he'd kept going, he would've ended up in the corner.

"Bathrooms that way, pal."

She looked at Jeremy with a weary expression.

"Don't worry, I'll look after him."

Frank looked up at the blurry face and smiled.

"Yoooou remind me of my boooooyfriend. He ish hot toooooo."

Frank touched the wall and pushed up stumbling into the bathroom. He landed hard against the urinal and started to slip, Hayley's eyes widened and she stepped forward and caught him, wrapping her arms around his middle from behind, holding him upright.

"Fuck my life."

She muttered under her breath.

"Just get on with what ya need to do, and don't piss on my shoes."

"Right...uh thanks."

Frank fumbled with his belt and button and managed to get his cock out and piss properly with a stranger holding him.

"Finished."

He felt like he was in preschool again.

"Do up ya fly."

After he'd clumsily pulled up his zipper, she steered him over to the sink.

"Wash ya hands."

"Yes Mom."

Frank huffed and did what he was told. He also splashed water on his face. He turned to the stranger. She was young, probably younger than him with hair that could not decide what color it wanted to be. She smiled at him and yeah, it was like Gerard's.

"I think I need to drink some water and maybe eat something small."

"Good idea buddy, let's go."

Hayley pulled Frank's arm up over her shoulder, so he could lean on her, and wrapped both hers back around his waist, then walked him slowly back out to the bar. The table they'd been at was still vacant, so she sat him down and went to speak to Jeremy.

"Hey Jezza, can we get a couple waters, and a couple bowls of fries? Thanks dude."

"Sure thing, I'll bring 'em over."

Hayley smiled and returned to the table, where her buddy was resting his head on the cool wooden surface.

"I'm Hayley, by the way. You got a name? Or do I carry on callin' ya buddy?"

"M' Frankie."

Frank groaned.

"Stupid asshole, fucking rapist."

Hayley's eyes widened.

"Who's a rapist Frankie?"

She asked gently.

"Did someone hurt you?"

"Tried to, but I said no. Wanted me to cheat on my fiancé...made me..."

Frank started to cry before he even knew it. Hayley scooted her chair closer and wrapped an arm around his shaking shoulders.

"Aww Frankie. Come on, don't cry. Everything will be ok."

She pulled him gently into her side and stroked his sweaty hair from his face.

"Tell me what happened. Who's balls do I have to cut off?"

Frank started to say his name when his phone rang. It was his Gee.

"Sorry that's my fiancé probably wondering where I am."

Hayley was disappointed that she wasn't getting an answer, but she smiled and turned away to give Frank a little privacy for his phone call. She couldn't help but listen in on the conversation though, even if she could only hear one side.

"No babe, I'll be home soon."

"No I'm fine i just...what, yeah a little why?"

"I'm fine!"

"Look just take a nap, you sound tired."

"Yeah yeah love you too."

Hayley was just accepting the bowls of fries from Jeremy when Frank hung up the phone.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah, look thanks for everything, but I gotta get going."

Frank dialed a cab quickly telling them the address.

"It was nice to meet you Hayley. Maybe we'll meet again in the future."

Frank gave her a quick hug and then staggered out the door to wait for the cab.

”Bye Frankie.”

Hayley sighed.

"Oh well. More fries for me!"

She turned to Jeremy.

"Shot of whiskey Jezza, and keep 'em coming"

He nodded and she settled in for the night. Maybe she'd call her best friend to come join her in a bit. Later though, not yet.

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Gerard curled into himself more on the sofa. He couldn't get what happened out of his head. Jon had raped him! Tears slid down his thin cheeks as he trembled and hugged a cushion to himself. Why did people always take advantage of him? Was he that weak and pathetic, that they knew they could get away with it or did they just realize what a useless, ugly, fat slut he really was, and figure that using him like that was all he was good for? Had Frankie worked that out now too? Was that why he was off getting drunk? Or had he found out about Jon? Was that why? Gerard sobbed into the pillow as his stomach cramped up.

"Need something..."

He muttered, dragging his aching body up and over to the kitchen.

"…sweet!"

He rummaged through the cupboards till he found Frankie's stash of treats. There were cookies and cakes, candies and chocolate. Gerard chose a box of chocolate chip cookies, and retreated to the sofa. Curling back up, he nibbled on the first cookie. It tasted divine, but he knew he'd have to purge later. Hopefully he'd have time before Frankie got home. Gerard ate the whole box full, and was just about to head to the bathroom, when he heard the keys in front door.

"Shit!"

"Gerard?Baby? I'm here, I just...don't feel good."

Frank staggered in and saw the face of his fiancé. The concern and trust in his eyes and he lost it and vomited on the foyer floor.

Gerard gasped, jumping up and running to Frank's side.. Completely ignoring the pain that shot through his body with the sharp movement.

"Oh Frankie! Baby, let's get you cleaned up."

He wrapped his arm around Frank's waist and steered him through to the bathroom.

"God, Frankie! How much did you drink anyway?"

" I lost count, I don’t know and I didn't eat anything."

Frank crawled into the cool bathtub. The porcelain felt good on his exposed skin. His eyes were closed, and Gerard knew that it was now or never. Leaning over the toilet, he shoved two fingers to the back of his throat, and a moment later, he was very literally tossing his cookies.

"Oh baby, did I do that? I'm sorry, here let me help you."

Frank scrambled for footing in the tub, he was able to grab Gerard around the waist, but then he slipped back taking Gerard with him and hitting the touchy lever for the cold water. Looked like the last one to take a shower didn't switch the shower off either cause soon they were both taking one.Gerard squeaked as they fell backwards under the cold spray, and yelped as he landed on his back on top of Frank..His wounds from earlier shooting agony through his torn skin. He wriggled to break free of Frank's arms, and scrambled to get out of the tub, slipping on the wet surface, and faceplanting on the floor with a grunt.

"Shit that's cold!"

Frank groped for the lever to turn it off. He saw Gerard fall out of the tub soaked and saw red on his back.

"Gee, what's wrong with your back?"

Before Gerard could say anything, he lifted the soaked shirt and gasped.Gerard stopped breathing for exactly 9.5 seconds, frozen in fear, then, as his heart thudded painfully in his chest, he was up and running, out of the bathroom and straight for the front door, ignoring Frank's voice as he tore, barefoot and soaking wet into the darkness. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew that Frank would hate him for what he'd done.. Jon had done a good job of persuading him of that.

"What the fuck was that about?"

Frank pulled himself out of the tub and groaned. He made his way to the house phone and called Mikey.

"Hey, your brother just ran out of the house like a bat out of hell. I don’t know what's wrong, but his back is bleeding. Can you call him?"

Frank hung up with Mikey and stripped out of his own clothing. He got in a real shower and then crawled into bed. He needed to sleep to figure out how he was going to tell Gerard that he quit his job.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?..

As always, my wonderful co-writer's note is over on AO3, so go check it out.

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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