Altogether last night was good, Frank and I cooked some chinese fried rice with vegetables and watched one of his favourite movies, Sweeney Todd.
We ate our meal in front of the TV sitting on the couch next to each other, but didn't touch. When we both finished, I collected the plates and took them into the kitchen, rinsing the plates lightly with water, before just putting them down in the sink.
As I came back to the living room, I noticed that Frank had spread himself all over the couch, just leaving a tiny bit of space in front of him.
"Come here", he smiled and held his arm out for me, sliding back a bit to make more room for me. I smiled back and laid down in front of him. He pulled me further to his body, so he was spooning me tightly. I squeaked softly, taken by surprise, and felt my body tense up, as I sensed his genital in my back.
I could feel Frank's hot breathing on my neck, which gave me goose bumps all over my body, he kissed the uncovered part of my neck softly. "Calm down, bunny", he whispered into my ear, "I just want to cuddle a bit..."
I closed my eyes as I felt my cock twitch inside my boxers. Oh no, neck kisses had a certain magic on me, they always turned me on, and I couldn't do anything against it.
As time went by I felt my erection growing big, tenting my sweatpants a bit, as Frank began to stroke my chest and arms in soothingly circles, moving further down to my belly, while he kissed me another two times on my neck.
Feeling his hot breath and soft lips on my skin, drove me completely wild. A lustful moan escaped my mouth. I slapped my hand over my mouth as if I had said something terrible- I panicked- would he force himself on me now?
Frank's right hand wandered slowly inside my pants, discovering my rock hard dick. "Oh.." he smiled,"seems somebody would like to take things further than this too..."
"Don't move, sugar!", he commanded as he pulled himself up from behind me and disappeared to the first floor.
I was scared that Frank would hurt me, because I definitely wouldn't top, and I didn't know how the sex would be, with being his slave now.
I needed to make preparations for my own good, so I thought "now or never" and yanked down my pants and boxers. I stuck two fingers into my mouth collecting as much saliva as possible and pushed them into my hole cautiously. It wasn't a nice feeling at all, but I needed to stretch myself real quick, and prep me the best I could, for Frank would be back any second.
Finally I pushed in a third finger and whimpered as my body couldn't adjust that quickly, moving in and out still hurt, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to relax.
"And who told you, you were allowed to touch yourself, slave?!", an angry voice growled behind me.
My eyes flew open immediately, a startled expression on my face, Frank was back, carrying a towel and a bottle of lube.
"I'm sorry Sir, I just wanted to be ready for you...", I felt my cheeks heat up.
"You didn't trust me, do you- well have it your way then. Get down on your knees in front of the couch, legs apart.", Frank ordered. I silently obeyed.
"Good, and now put your head down on one side. I want you to keep this position, until I say so", with that he moved behind me, slicking himself up with the cherry scented lube he brought.
"So, as you took already care of yourself, I suppose I can go on right away, is that right, slave?", he asked teasingly as he lined himself up, knowing that I couldn't be ready at all.
"Well, yes, I guess so...uh, Sir", I mumbled timidly, fearing his first thrust.
"Good", he smiled crookedly as he started to push his throbbing cock in my poorly stretched ass.
I whimpered pathetically, feeling nothing but the overwhelming pain shooting through my body. "Ahh fuuuhhuuck, oh god Frank please give me a moment..", I pleaded through clenched teeth.
"I don't think I can do that, slave. You need to be taught a lesson.", Frank mused as he pushed inside me deeply. That monster.
"What fucking lesson?! I cried out, teeth gritting together in pain again.
"Always obey and trust your master, Gerard", he said and pushed his cock back inside me harshly. He was just too big to handle right now.
I screamed out in pain, squirming beneath him..."Fuck, I..I hate you Frank, you sick motherfucker, why do you want to see me like this?!" A single tear escaped my eye.
"I think I enjoy being in control more and more these days, and some private revenge of course, and now shut up and take it, or I'll double my pace!"
I shut up immediately, just groaning from time to time, feeling Frank's balls slapping against my skin as he fucked me hard.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to concentrate on that pain instead of the other, but it didn't work. After a while Frank pulled out of me and flipped me on the couch, laying me on the towel he brought, as if I weighed nothing.
He joined me on the couch and placed my feet on his shoulders, then he pushed back in my tight ass, slowly I started to feel more pleasure than pain.
"Look me in the eyes, slave", Frank ordered, sweat collecting on his forehead still thrusting in and out.
"I don't wanna"... I snapped and turned my head as far away from him as possible. Even though it started to feel good I was still pissed about the rough and unpleasant start.
"You know I can always make you, though..", he said with an ominous smile on his face, fucking me harder with every word. I sucked my breath in sharply.
Frank grabbed my face with his left hand, squeezing my cheeks together, forcing my face to meet his hungry stare.
"Oh Gee, I like them angry eyes of your's... This little power play between us is hot as fuck", he chuckled.
He let go of my face and grabbed my half hard boner, stroking it in the same rhythm as his thrusts. "I want you to cum too, honey", he moaned, "I'm so close, loving your little stretched asshole around me so much..."
Frank moved his smooth hand up and down my dick, teasingly playing with my balls and sending me over the edge as he pushed and rubbed repeatedly over the tip of my cock. He was really talented, I had to admit.
I felt his thrusts getting sloppier, and my body tensing up under his touch, feeling heat shooting through my lower abdomen, face flushing in a light pink.
"That's it babe, cum for me! I feel you!", Frank groaned, eyes almost closed, licking his pink lips.
"Nahhhaaa omg Frank, I'm gonna...!" I screamed out, feeling the hot semen straining my chest and chin.
"Me too Babe, oh fuck yes!" Frank's thrusts intensified one last time as he came inside me, fucking into my hole hard, filling me up with his cum.
He was panting and twitching, through the aftershocks. He wiped his slightly sweaty face with a tissue and covered the tip of his cock with it as he pulled out of me, so there wouldn't be stains all over the living room.
I was far too tired to get up, and decided just to stay on the couch, waiting for Frank's return.
"Wake up Gee... You can't sleep here.", Frank's voice woke me and I looked up to him dazed with sleep. He had changed into his pyjamas and obviously took a shower, I could tell by his wet hair. He had brought a wet cloth and rubbed the dried cum of my body and chin.
"I'm so tired Frank...I don't want to walk..Could you carry me upstairs? Please?", I felt my eyelids getting heavy again...
He chuckled, "Ok sweetie, hold on tight then", he said as he leant down to pick me up. I tightened my grip around his neck and tried to make myself as light as possible. By the time we reached the stairs I was fast asleep.

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The next morning I was woken up to the sound of raindrops hitting the window loudly, it was probably open.
I noticed that the room was freezing cold and I started to shiver, stretching out my hand, seeking Frank's warmth, plus feeling the urge to cuddle. But all I could find with my eyes still closed was the cold wall to my left.
Still dazed with sleep, I forced my eyelids to open- I was alone. And I wasn't even in our queen size bed, but in the single one in the guest room again.
I felt disappointed and confused. Why didn't Frank want me to sleep next to him in our bed?
I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple of times, wrapping the still warm blanket around my body, heading for the kitchen.
As I descended the stairs I heard some clatter of plates and the weak sounds from the small radio we only turn on in the mornings. It was tuned in on some neat rock station.
My naked feet hushed over the cold tiles, the big blanket hanging like a cloak around my shoulders. I stopped in the kitchen door and Frank turned around to face me "Good morning there", he offered, looking surprised, with a soft smile as he saw me all wrapped up in the blanket, setting his mug, filled with steaming hot coffee, aside.

"Good morning", I croaked back, "Uhm Frank.. Why didn't I sleep in our bed last night?" I looked upon him with a big frown plastered on my face.
"Well, there are different reasons for that", Frank stated calmly.
Instead of going on he just took a sip of the fragrant beverage, obviously enjoying himself.
"Okey uh, would you please enlighten me then?" I pressed, raising a brow. I didn't really know if I wanted to hear it that early in the morning, but I was curious as always.
Frank turned in my direction and looked me in the eyes- "You know you got punished, because you didn't behave well yesterday" at the word 'punished' I clenched my jaw and turned my head away angrily.
"Hey! Look at me Gerard, I'm talking to you!" He ordered menacingly. I turned my head back to face him, pretty annoyed.
"If you want to sleep in bed with me you have to earn it. Until now you did nothing to deserve that place, just to remind you. This is something special for you now and not the normal status quo like before our little deal.
I am your master and you are just my slave and I decide if I want you by my side or not." he ended, his eyes piercing right through me. There was no smile on his face, he was dead serious.
While he had spoken I had felt my guts knot inside me, my face had heated up, eyes were narrowed, always signs that I'd be soon losing my shit.
"Fine, whatever!", I spat, turning around on my heels, holding the blanket in one shaking hand, gripping it tightly. I just wanted to get away from Frank, who made me feel unloved and pathetic with this new rule.
"Stupid asshole", I cursed under my breath as I walked across the living room, messing my jet black hair up with the other hand.
I felt a tight grip on my wrist then, yanking me back. Fuck, he heard me?
"What did you just call me?" Frank grabbed the back of my neck with his other hand, I could feel his breath on my face, and the strong odour of coffee. I clenched my teeth at the pain in my neck, squirmed and tried to get away, but he just shoved me down on my knees.
"Did you just call me an asshole? You fucking cheating bitch?!" He tightened his grip around my neck and it hurt badly, I groaned in pain.
"Guess there are still some rules that don't occur to you, huh? When do you want it Gee, now, or after work?!"
"What do you even mean you psycho, let go!", I yelled in disgust, struggling to get back to my feet again.
"I guess that means now! Should I tie you up or will you just behave yourself and stay still. Remember our deal Gerard, remember you owe me, do you want to be homeless?!“
He had said the magic words, and I froze on the spot. All fight leaving me immediately, my body turned numb and I sat back on my calves hanging my head low.
Frank obviously noticed the change in my mind as he loosened the harsh grip around my neck.
"Up on your feet" he ordered, still fuming with anger. "Go ahead, into the bedroom". I grabbed the blanket, which was still lying next to me on the floor in a pitiful pile, and got up. I knew I was too dependant of Frank, and I really owed him, I'd have to take everything that would be coming on me now. The thought about being so helpless and needy made me sick.

Frank was walking behind me, as if he wanted to make sure I couldn't run off.. Or should I say my master.. The adorable punk I knew seemed to be far far away.
I pushed down the handle of the bedroom door and walked inside, stopping in the middle of the room, for I didn't know what Frank's plans were about. My hands hung loosely by my side, my face a picture of defeat.
Frank closed the door and opened his cupboard. He turned around to me "Cane or paddle, Gerard?" He asked with a stern voice.
I stared at him in shock. He was really going to hit me. I just shrugged and bit my lip, I never experienced any of them so I didn't know which would hurt less. This was already getting too much for me.
"It'll be the cane then", he stated unemotionally.
"I'm gonna hit you...let's say... 10 times", he mused gripping the cane with his right hand. I buried my face in both of my hands..
"Let's just...get through with this.. Please." I pleaded, totally embarrassed of this situation. "Where... do you want me?", I said in a shaky voice, still covering my eyes.
Frank seemed to think for a while, "over there at the desk, just lean over and take your pants off...", His voice was a mix of anger and suppressed arousal. Oh well..
I turned to my right and took my pyjama pants off mechanically, then I gripped the edges of the small table and leaned over it a bit. Fuck, the stupid mirror was directly in front of my pale and disturbed face, I could see Frank standing behind me, holding the cane.
He obviously wanted me to watch it or he would have considered the bed. Sadistic motherfucker. But if he wasn't going to order that, I would definitely not even take a glimpse of this torture.
"I would tell you to count off, but I think that's way to old school", he winked at me.
"You ready?" He asked as he tucked his dark brown strands behind his ear.
"Yes Sir", I answered sarcastically, rolling my eyes on him.
"Oh Gee baby, you're making this so much easier for me." He said with a crooked smile and raised the cane.

Notes

hi guys! I know it's not even Thursday, but I was totally in the mood for an update :) Thanks for everyone subscribing, that's nice. have a great day!