Whatever It Takes

The door of the small room made a soft creaking noise as I heard someone opening it and tiptoeing inside. Then there was a faint clicking sound and I felt a little tug on my neck. Something dipped the bed and I felt a warm body above me pinning me down to the matress.

I groaned in slight discomfort , before I could open my eyes, feeling something warm and fleshy slap against my cheek and slowly pushing it's way inside my half opened mouth. My eyes fluttered lightly open and I saw Frank resting above me. His hand wrapped around the base of his leaking hard cock, straddeling my hips.
He grinnend a devilish grin, his pupils slightly blown. "Wake up Gee, come on, Daddy's horny. Gee..."
As I was fully concious of the ongoing situation, I noticed in shock, that Frank had connected the black leash to the little silver ring, which was attached to my collar and had handcuffed me with the rest of it.

I whimpered hoarsly as I just woke up and had no voice to tell him to get the fuck off of me.
"Frank what the fuck..." was all I brought out as he shoved his cock inside my mouth again, humming lustful. I frowned angrily and turned my face harshly to the side, his cock sliding out of my mouth with a wet noise, and along my cheek.

Franks tattooed hands gripped my shoulders and he pushed me in a sitting position, leant against the bedroom wall so he had better acess to my mouth...
"Be a good boy Gee, you know you owe me, so you better start sucking now. I won't untie your hands until I'm satisfied with that cheeky mouth of your's."

I stared at him in anguish, I wasn't used to this new Frank, who was all bossy and only chasing his own pleasures... Especially being the one to obey made me feel embarrassed and miserable, feeling like a toy.
Despite that, Frank was right, I really fucked up badly and had to make it up to him, I'd just have to suck it up for a while and give him what he wanted.
I let out a small sigh and opened my mouth wide, starting to lick and suck his hard cock, my head bobbing back and forth as good as I could do, all tied up and pinned to the wall.
"Oh yes Babe...mmmh fuck", he moaned loudly.
"I knew you would make the right decision, otherwise I'd have to punish you, maybe spank your cute little ass, I''ll save that for later... Ohh Gee... He rested his forhead onto the bedroom wall above me and took a hold of the leash with his right hand, just under my chin. He started to tug my head further, making me gag and cough as he forced his pulsing member deep down into my dry throat..
It surley wasn't my first time blowing Frank, but I had always been in control of my actions, rather than beeing forced to it. This was completely different.

I couldn't breathe properly and felt my jaw starting to hurt, I just wanted him to cum and let go of my damn face...Frank may have sensed my discomfort, but just pulled back lightly. "Stop playing the princess and do me right, or this could take another ten minutes, slave..." he threatened in a low growl.

Obviously he enjoyed his superior position way more than I thought he would, just like the humiliation I was receiving from him. I frowned and looked up to him through long lashes, a single tear in the corner of my hazel eye, running down slowly while he still moved in and out mercyless.
"I told you not to look at me while I'm in control, if I don't say so!", he pressed through clenched teeth, eyes turning dark as he gazed back, harshly grabbing a fistful of my black hair.
I let out a pained noise, muffled through his dick and tightly closed my eyes. This couldn't be real- violated by my very own boyfriend, the person I loved most. I just wanted to zone out of this horrible situation, dream myself away to somewhere nice...

I felt worse and worse as time got by, my jaw felt kinda numb and stretched to much, saliva and precum dripping down on my firmly tied hands, head starting to hurt because of the tugging on my hair and the lightly bumping, which came with every thrust of his dick, slamming me into the cold wall.. He was literally fucking my face.
After what seemed like hours his breathing started to increase, he was panting heavily and started to shake all over..."Oh yes ohh fuck, yes my little slut!", he closed his eyes and came straight down my throat, making me swallow as much as I could, of his salty and hot load.
I was wriggling in discomfort, as his cum dribbled down from the corners of my mouth, collecting in my lap, still he didn't pull out.
"You did well Gee, so well", he purred as he finally pulled his half hard member out of my used mouth and smeared the remainings of his recent pleasure all over my tear stained face.
I felt disgusted, but didn't dare to say a word or even open a single eye, as I was still tied up and had no chance to escape.
"You know, I really like seeing you with this collar, drenched in my cum, helpless, you're all mine now, Gerard, never forget that!", he smirked, as he untied my bonds. "Get yourself cleaned up and join me for breakfast."
"Yes Sir..." I mumbled in a defeated and timid voice, nothing like my old self.

I stumbled into the bathroom and locked the door immediatly, heart beating heavily in my chest.
Even though I knew Frank was satisfied for now, I didn't want to reveal my naked body, not wanting to give him any impetus of having sex with me anytime near.

I was far too ashamed to even look in the mirror so I just stripped down my stained pajamas real quick and hopped into the shower avoiding any eye contact with the abused, sad looking, messed up boy, who was me.
I scrubbed my face and upper body firmly beneath the hot spray, having trouble to remove the dried cum properly. Everytime I coincidentally touched the collar around my neck I jumped lightly, pushing away the memory of what just had happened to me.
After soaping myself up for the third time, brushing my teeth frantically, I felt clean at last.
Suddenly I noticed with horror, that I didn't bring any fresh clothes for changing with me. So I opened the bathroom door just a tiny little bit and peeked outside- Frank was nowhere to be seen, so I made my escape to our bedroom and dressed hastily in some wide ass hoodie and loose pants, trying to hide my body away from him.

Like a beaten dog with my hands burried inside my pockets, hood pulled deeply in my face, covering my still damp longish hair, I clumsyly made my way down from the stairs, almost slipping twice.
I didn't know what to expect, would Frank be as harsh and bossy as he's been just minutes ago, or would he act normally like the Frank I've known for all these years. The collar around my neck didn't make me that confident about my current situation.

"Sit", he said, as he saw me shuffeling into the kitchen, pointing to the bench besides the window, I swallowed and sat down, crossing my legs awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but at Frank.

Notes

hey there!
I hope you enjoy this chapter, first time writing smut for me (online though ;) )