Emperor's New "Clothes"

***Time Stamp: Late July***

Three months had gone by since everything started. Frank was still not fully listening though. Gerard knew that he was taking the outfit off before he did his chores and then putting it back on before they got home. He thought that he was getting away with everything, including thinking he had a chance with Micha, but that was all going to change this weekend. Gerard smiled as he drove home Tuesday. Friday was a short work day for Micha, but Frank didn't know that. Tomorrow the fun would really begin and so would Frank's true training.

***Time Stamp: Friday Morning***

"Frankie, I will not be home for dinner tonight. I have a late conference so it will be you and Micha, think you can handle that?"

"I'm sure I can manage...Sir."

It still grated on Frank that he had to call him that...the man was no better than him.

"Is there anything extra you want done today?"

Gerard turned to Micha.

"Any requests from you Michy?"

"I think I would like something special for dinner tonight.“

Micha finished her coffee and then got up. She brushed by Frank on the floor. He always sat near her so that when she got up he could see under her skirt or nightie. This time she gave him a treat cause it was the last treat he would be getting on purpose. Frank wiped a little drool from his lip before answering.

"Of course Mistress.Whatever you want."

Gerard smirked. He wished he could be there for this...guess he will have to watch the video later.

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Once the siblings had left for work, Frank did the usual and changed out of his maid's uniform. The house was quite warm, so he chose to just wear his boxers and an old band shirt that had seen better days. Frank stripped the beds, put in the first load of laundry, washed up the breakfast plates and began to vacuum. He had the radio playing '80s rock music as he moved around the room, dancing and singing along to pass the time.

Micha sat in the office and watched the video. It was amusing to see Frank dancing around like that. She looked at the clock. It was almost time.

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Frank finished the floors then put the clothes and sheets in the dryer before putting the second load in to wash. Then he went and made the beds. He was just heading to the kitchen to make a sandwich for his lunch, when he heard the front door open. He turned startled eyes and came face to face with Micha.

"Frank."

Micha walked in. She sat down at the kitchen table.

"You um..."

Frank stood staring.

"You don't usually come home early?"

"No, my meeting ran short and it is Friday and it is nice out."

Frank looked to the window. Bright sunshine was flooding through.

"Yes, it is."

"We should have lunch on the terrace. I'll just go change."

Micha got up and headed to the bedroom. Frank raised an eyebrow at her retreating figure. Wasn't he in trouble for not wearing his uniform? Had he not understood the rules? Was he allowed to change when he was alone? Shaking off his questions and just going with it, Frank made a quick and tasty BBQ chicken with peach and feta slaw salad, a summer favorite of his, cause he didn't think Micha would appreciate the vegemite and potato chip sandwiches he'd been planning to make for himself.
By the time he'd finished putting it together, he could hear Micha returning.

"That smells really good. Bring it out to the terrace."

She turned and walked out the patio door. Frank's jaw dropped at her outfit. It was more revealing than the bikini she'd worn on the beach that time. Pulling himself together, Frank picked up the salad in two bowls, each with a fork, and a bottle of his own, homemade dressing. Taking a breath, he joined Micha on the terrace.

"Lunch is served Mistress."

Micha was in one of the hanging lounge chairs with her sunglasses on and one leg hanging off lazily. She did not even look up when Frank came out. She just arched her back pushing her chest up to get more comfortable. Frank swallowed heavily. She looked practically pornographic like that. He handed her a bowl and offered the dressing.

"Just a little, gotta watch my figure of course."

Micha pushed up a little to receive the dressing.

"You have no worries there, Mistress."

Frank smiled seductively. They ate quietly with Frank staring at Micha most of the time and Micha knowingly ignoring him.

"Goodness, even in this shade it is so hot."

Micha licked her lips. She had to admit that Frank was a good cook.

"Would you like a drink Mistress?"

Frank asked smoothly.

"Yes please."

Micha gave her empty plate to Frank and then settled back down in the lounge chair. Frank took the two empty dishes inside and placed them in the dishwasher, then went to the fridge and retrieved a jug of summer green limeade…with a little something extra added, that he had made the previous day. He poured some into two tall glasses, added ice, slices of lemon and lime, then a sprig of mint. He returned the jug to the fridge and took the glasses outside, handing one to Micha.

"I hope you like it."

Micha took a sip.

"This is delicious."

She drank the glass down quickly.

"Another?"

Frank asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes please."

Frank grinned and headed back inside. He poured her another glass. He took the glass back out and handed it over.

"Should I just bring out the jug?"

He smirked slightly.

"Perhaps, although I was going to go take a shower and try and cool off a bit...unless you have a better idea Frank."

"Well I find getting hot is far more fun than cooling down."

Frank sipped his own drink.

"Hmmm, so perhaps the sauna first then."

Micha sipped the cool drink this time. She was not fooled about its contents, although Frank had chosen a high grade vodka with little alcohol taste.

"Saunas are fun...more fun with company."

"Well have you finished all your chores?"

"I have a load of washing in the machine that needs to go in the dryer in..."

He looked at his watch.

"...about an hour and a half. But otherwise, yes."

"Then I suppose you can join me."

Micha started to hand the drink to Frank and then decided to keep it.

"Bring the pitcher too."

She got up and headed into the bedroom. Frank grinned and followed, grabbing the jug from the fridge on the way. Micha entered the bedroom and looked at the time. A few more hours. She went to the closet and pulled out what she would need for later on. Then she stripped and headed into the sauna. Frank went to his room, stripped and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist, then picked up his drink and headed to the sibling's bathroom.

Leaving the pitcher on the counter, outside the sauna, Frank took his glass and went inside. Frank had always liked saunas. Something about getting hot and sweaty with no clothes on. He grinned at Micha before sitting down on the bench opposite her, and opening his towel to let it drape over his lap. He sipped his drink.

"I haven't done this in a while."

He murmured after a minute. Micha knew it was bullshit. Frank had used the sauna three times a week while she and Gerard were at work.

"Yeah, it's nice to relax."

Micha sat there with just a towel wrapped around her hair. She let her bronze skin bask in the heat as she lounged on the wooden bench.

"Hey Frank, so tell me, how are you getting on here."

"It's okay I guess."

Frank said, scratching the side of his nose.

"I miss the office some days, and it gets a bit lonely here alone all day...but I actually don't mind the cleaning."

Frank chuckled.

"If I hadn't got into the company, I would probably have ended up working as a cleaner. I'm a bit OCD sometimes."

"Good.After all no one can truly learn a lesson when they are uncomfortable."

She reached for the drink she brought in and took a sip. She took out an ice cube and ran it down her chest. Frank tilted his head, kind of like a puppy, and frowned.

"What lesson?"

"Why the lesson that says you will obey our commands as it stated in the contract of course."

Micha got up, placing the glass down. She walked over to Frank and straddled the towel over his lap. She put her arms around his neck.

"You have been a very naughty pet Frankie and we are going to punish you for it."

Frank gawped at her.

"I...I haven't...I've been good."

He stuttered out, feeling himself harden at having her in his lap, right where he'd dreamed of having her. His little brain had kind of taken over now.

"Mhmm, you weren't wearing your uniform when I came home and you have not worn it for weeks."

She ground down a little feeling him harden under the towel.

"I was I..."

"You can't lie to us Frankie. We can see you."

Frank's eyes widened then looked quickly around the room.

"In here?"

He choked out.

"Ev-er-yw-her-e."

Micha shifted so that Frank's cock was vertical under the towel now and she pressed her own sex against it enjoying the friction. Frank groaned slightly, his hands itching to touch her perfect skin.

"Is...is anyone w-watching us now?"

He couldn't help but feel a thrill at the idea.

"Do you want them to?"

Micha leaned in a whispered in his ear.

"It...depends who."

"How about the fact that you could be seen jerking off every night after you served me."

"You watched me."

Frank smirked slightly, pushing up against her.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Micha stood up on her tip toes and traced the length of his cock several times. She shuddered at the feeling that ran through her own body.

"I want to..."

Frank cut himself off by groaning, louder this time.

"I'm a little busy at the moment in case you had not noticed."

"Want to make you, uh, cum."

"Well isn't that sweet of you Frankie."

Frank placed his hands on her smooth thighs and slid them up slowly.

"Ah ah ah, did I tell you that you could touch?"

"No Mistress."

"But I suppose if you are set on making me cum than you have to, right?"

Frank nodded.

"Yes mistress."

He would call her anything she wanted if she'd let him touch her.

"Well then, get on with it."

Frank shuddered as he traced his hands up her thighs before moving one slowly between her legs.

"No!"

Micha grabbed his hand and put it back on her hip.

"You can touch here only."

Frank frowned slightly then smiled.

"Yes Mistress."

He pulled her back down by her hips, then ground up against her.

"Like this?"

"P-P-P-Perfect."

Frank grinned and started grinding up in small circles. He hadn't got off like this since he was thirteen and Tabitha Jenkins let him rub against her in her bedroom while her parents were downstairs.

"So good."

He moaned.

Micha squeezed her thighs around Frank's hips as she jerked her body forward using the friction of the towel and his hidden cock to get her closer. Frank had been pretty much convinced until a few minutes ago that this was never going to happen...and sure, he wasn't inside her, but this was pretty Goddamn close...and so was he. He rubbed up harder, dirty moans escaping his mouth that he was used to drawing from his partners, not making himself. Right now he didn't give a damn...he just wanted to cum. Micha gripped Frank's shoulders tightly as she shook and screamed her way through her orgasm. She landed with her head on Frank's shoulder panting and gasping for breath. Frank was seconds away now, gripping her hips as he continued to move. Suddenly Micha pulled away. She pulled off Frank's lap and stood up.

"What?"

Frank spluttered.

"You can't...I'm so close...just a few seconds...pleeease?"

Micha bent over. She ran her finger over the head of his hidden cock.

"That my dear Frankie is your first punishment."

Micha stood up again and headed out of the sauna.

"You better get onto dinner. Cumming always gives me an appetite."

Frank sat there with his eyes and mouth wide. He couldn't believe she just did that. Quickly he finished himself off, not caring that someone was apparently watching him...right now, his own mother could walk in the room and he'd still finish. When he'd done and cleaned off, he went back to his room and reluctantly put the maid's outfit back on, then went to the kitchen to begin dinner.

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"My goodness, that smells amazing!"

Micha appeared dressed to the nines in a short green dress with ample cleavage showing and her hair swept up. Her matching heels clicked across the floor. Frank silently served two plates of Rainbow Vegetable Lasagna, and took them to the table, placing one in front of Micha. Just then, he heard the front door open.

"Baby, I'm here."

Micha walked away from the table and was gone for a few moments. When she returned a man, almost as short as Frank, has holding her possessively by the waist. Micha was also now sporting slightly bruised lips.

"Frank, I'd like you to meet my husband..."

Frank nearly dropped his plate.

"Wentz?!"

"Frank is that you? Man, it been...what 12 years since I saw you last!"

Micha looked at Frank and then at her husband.

"You know Frank?"

"Know him? He used to work for me!"

Frank felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole. This couldn't be happening. He put his plate on the table as his hands had started inexplicably to shake.

"Excuse me. I just need to..."

He trailed off, walking out of the kitchen at to his room, shutting the door and cursing quietly.

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"So then he slipped and went skidding into the wall. The vase next to him started to wobble and he yelled out."

"Don't worry Mr. Wentz I got it!"

"He grabbed for the vase and tripped on the drapes. Frank went down hard face first, but he managed to catch the vase and smiled at me with a broken tooth hanging down."

Pete was laughing so hard into Micha's shoulder.

"The worst part about the whole mess is that the vase was a copy! I kept the real one in a vault!"

Frank was seriously considering just staying in his room until Pete had gone, but God knows how long that would be, and he would probably get punished for walking out as it was...no point in making it worse.

"Yeah, but I didn't know that."

He muttered as he returned to the dining table to see Pete eating his meal.

"Well you worked so hard to save it that I felt bad."

Pete gave one of his winning smiles.

"Frank so nice of you to join us. I'm afraid that we finished already."

"It was quite delicious though. You are truly skilled Frankie."

"Thanks."

Frank's stomach growled. He'd been looking forward to that lasagna all day.

"Well, I think that I could use a drink. Frank, could you please pull a bottle of wine from the cellar and meet Pete and I in the living room."

Micha rose from her chair as Pete pulled it out. He took her hand and kissed it lightly as he led her to the sunken living room and the plush sofa.
Frank sighed, glancing at the empty plates before heading down to pick out a bottle. Frank actually knew quite a bit about wine, and was impressed by the Ways' extensive collection. After a few minutes looking over the labels, he selected a bottle of Cohce-Dury Corton Charlemagne Grand Cru, and headed back upstairs, grabbing two glasses on his way through the kitchen. When he walked into the living room, he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. Pete was between Micha's legs kissing her. She was practically straddling his lap. One hand was keeping her on the sofa and the other was pushed into Pete's hair. She was moaning softly. Frank cleared his throat.

"Your wine?"

Pete looked over pulling away from Micha. Her lips were even more bruised than before and she looked breathless.

"Thanks Frankie."

Pete let go of his wife and took the glasses from him.

"Hey baby, let's go hit the hot tub."

Micha nodded and stood up a little wobbly.

"Is there...anything you need?"

Frank asked hesitantly, hating that Mr. Wentz, his ex boss was seeing him like this, and hoping the answer was no. His stomach growled again.

"Nah, I got things well in hand for now."

Pete raised his eyes brows a bit and chuckled. Micha began walking towards the patio.

"You sound like you could use something to eat anyway."

Pete headed in the same direction as his wife.

"Yeah. I'll make a sandwich."

Frank muttered, heading for the kitchen.

"Good for You. Make one of those veggie crap ones you used to eat.

"Hey..."

Frank huffed indignantly.

"I like those."

"Like what?"

Micha came back to the door half undressed.

"Oh, I was just telling Frank that he should make one of those veggie something sandwiches he likes to eat. You know that stuff that comes in a jar that we found was vile in Australia."

Micha looked at Frank. Frank shrugged.

"Like I said. I like it."

Micha shrugged again and then pressed herself against Pete.

"You are taking too long."

"Right sorry."

She ran a hand down his chest and over his crotch and then walked away. Pete looked at Frank and winked and then left. Frank rolled his eyes then made his sandwich; white bread, vegemite, prawn cocktail flavored potato chips and a dollop of salad cream. He'd never met anyone else who could stomach it, which is probably why he grew to like it so much...if no one liked his sandwiches at school, no one would bother to take his lunch. Sitting at the kitchen table, he soon became aware of noises coming from the outside. Frank facepalmed. If they were going to do this all night, he'd rather sleep on the terrace.

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It had been four fucking hours, literally and figuratively and the noise had not stopped. At one point Pete came out of the bedroom completely naked and covered with scratch marks. He walked to the fridge and grabbed two bottle of water and then headed back in. Frank had tried listening to his iPod, but his headphones had a built in maximum volume...probably in an attempt to save people's hearing, and the Ways' stereo was in their bedroom...Frank was so not going in there. He would have gone to sit on the terrace, but the warmth of the day had given way to rain, and the promise of a thunder storm later. Frank was stuck sitting in the living room...cause he found that it was slightly quieter than his bedroom...and trying to ignore the sounds, and his own raging boner, that was slightly harder to ignore.

"Frank."

Frank looked toward the bedroom. Was she serious? She wanted him to go in there now? It wasn't like he didn't want to watch, but he really didn't want Pete to see him with a massive hard on...in this skirt.

Sighing, he stood up and went to see what she could possibly want. The door was open...

"Of course."

He muttered under his breath.

"Yes...Mistress?"

Micha and Pete were in bed...well Pete was in the bed, Micha was a top of him...riding him.

"Frank, please, ah ah, prepare a snack for when we a-a-are finished."

"Of course...Mistress."

He murmured, leaving quickly. He thought about making them some of his sandwiches, but he didn't think that would go down too well. He chuckled at the thought, then fixed them Asparagus Bruschetta instead.

It was another hour before the noise stopped.

"Frank."

Frank looked at the ceiling, silently praying to get struck by lightning, then walked through.

"Yes Mistress?"

Pete was panting as he chugged more water. Micha was glistening with hard earned sweat.

"You can serve us now."

Frank nodded and went back to the kitchen to fetch the food. He placed a large plate with both of the couple's snacks on it on a tray, along with a pitcher of homemade lemonade and two tall glasses, then headed back. He could hear talking as he approached.

"And I loved that little trick you did in the end. I didn't think I was ever going to stop cumming."

"You love it so stop. Ah good Frank, thank you. You may go take your shower and then turn in. I won’t be needing you anymore tonight."

"Thank you Mistress. I'll just go grab my towel."

Frank quickly went to his room then returned with a large white towel and disappeared into the bathroom. He stripped off the maid's uniform and started the water, his hand already closing around his hard cock. He was just about to step into the shower, when he heard a laugh, and his name spoken in the bedroom. Frowning slightly, he walked back to the door and pressed his ear to the wood...if they were laughing at him, he wanted to know about it.

"Micha, I can't believe you did that to him!"

"Well I needed to punish him for not wearing the outfit. It seemed quite fitting considering he has been drooling over me since he met me."

"Still, don't you think that is harsh? Perhaps in other circumstances..."

"I know you give me freedoms like that once in a while, but trust me, Frank Iero is NEVER going to bed me. He may be a handsome devil on the outside, but he is the devil on the inside. Do you know that no one misses him at his company? NO one! I have known about Frank from the people that Gee rescues from his place, like that new girl he was in Hawaii with, she talked about how she left her boyfriend thinking that Frank would want a relationship with her and how he just fucked her and left her. Thankfully Gee got them back together. They are doing wonderful and I think he is going to propose to her."

"Micha..."

"No Pete, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Let’s just eat and sleep."

Frank fell back from the door...NO one missed him? Frank never cries...he hadn't since he was ten, but right now he didn't think he could hold it back. He staggered over to the shower and washed almost mechanically, his mind too much in shock to even register when he got soap in his eye...they were already watering, so what did it matter anyway. After he'd finished, he mostly dried himself off then wrapped the towel around his waist and left the bathroom.

"Night."

He mumbled as he slipped out of the bedroom door and headed toward his own room. He nearly made it to his private space before the tears came, full force...but not nearly enough. Feeling his legs tremble and his head spin, Frank leaned against the wall a few feet from his room and tried to steady himself...it wasn't working. They hated him, and worse...Micha was actually laughing at him. Frank thought he might throw up. After a few deep breaths, Frank pushed away from the wall and...promptly collapsed as his vision turned black and his knees gave way. He hit the floor with a thud, and lay still.

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After a long day at the office Gerard returned to the cabin and saw a sight he didn't think he would ever see. Frank crumbled on the floor wrapped in a towel. He was in the fetal position and his face was streaked with tears.

"Geeze Micha."

Gerard put his briefcase down and took off his suit coat. He bent over and picked Frank up carrying him to his bedroom. He lay Frank down and then went into his own. Micha and Pete were sleeping in the bed. He changed quickly and then headed back with a washcloth from the bathroom. He wiped Frank's face and then removed the towel. He carefully dressed Frank is boxers and a t-shirt.

"I'll be right back Frankie."

He felt Frank shiver in his arms. He left and got some water and aspirin and returned. He then got into the bed with Frank and pulled him close running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh Frankie, I guess we finally broke you huh? Well now I'm going to put you back together the right way."

Gerard kissed his head and then settled in to sleep.

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Frank woke up in his bed. He was not alone. He was also being held, something that has not happened in a long time. Frank didn't know who was holding him, but right now he didn't care. He kept his eyes closed and buried his face against the person's chest. On some level he realized it must be Way, but he didn't want to think too much about that, and soon drifted back off to sleep.

Notes

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

So Micha broke Frank...poor Frankie...what do you think will happen now?

Until next time... PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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