Emperor's New "Clothes"

***Time Stamp: One Month Later***

"I still think it is a huge mistake to trust him Gee."

Gerard sighed.

"Micha it's been almost a month and Frankie has complied with everything we have asked. He has stopped drooling over you, he wears the new uniform with pride, the cabin looks amazing and the food is too."

Micha hated to admit that she had not caught Frank on the cameras once doing anything, even jerking off...not that there was anything other than the porn she slipped in that one VHS case.

"Alright fine."

"Then it is settled. This weekend we go and have a good time and leave Frankie to take care of the place."

Gerard finished his coffee.

"Frankie, can you come here a minute?"

"Yes sir?"

Frank asked as he appeared from the laundry room with the empty hamper.

"Frankie. Micha and I have a very important conference this weekend, so you will be on your own. Just do you usual chores and order food for the week online. After that you can just relax."

"Thank you Sir, Mistress."

He nodded to them both before continuing with his chores.

Gerard looked at Micha and relaxed. Everything would be fine.

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Frank had placed the food order online...the only access he was allowed to the Internet. He'd stripped and remade the beds. He'd put all of the washing through the washer, and the dryer, and put everything away. He'd done the small amount of hand washing that was required...basically Micha's lingerie, though somehow, knowing what she thought of him now, the small lacy items weren't half as fascinating to Frank as they had been. He'd vacuumed and dusted the place to within an inch of its life. He'd washed the windows and the glass in all the doors. He'd scrubbed the bathroom, top to bottom. He'd reorganized Way's closet into rainbow color coordinated neatness. He'd alphabetized Way's DVD, CD and book collections... He'd run out of things to do, and it was only 2 in the afternoon on the first day. Frank was bored.

Frank was lying upside down on the couch with his feet up on the back, and his head hung off the edge as he watched Way's extended edition DVD of Dracula. It was weird watching it like that, but Frank had seen the movie so many times already that he could've watched it in Japanese, and would still know exactly what was happening, and who was saying what.

His eyes fluttering as he started to doze off, he was startled back awake by a knock at the door. Grumping quietly, Frank swung himself back up the right way and heaved himself up. He knew it would be the food delivery, but couldn't they have waited until he'd had his nap? Opening the door, Frank was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn't Lennie, the balding fat man who usually delivered to them, but a small, slim girl with purple hair tied up in a knot on top of her head, and a big smile on her face.

"You're not Lennie."

Frank said, somewhat redundantly.

"Nope *giggle* I'm Lena his sister."

Lena looked the man in front of her up and down.

"Are you going to a costume party?"

Frank looked down at his uniform...basically he was dressed as one of the Chippendales.

"Uh no...not today."

He looked back up with a sheepish smile.

"Next week. I was just trying it on."

He figured that was less embarrassing than the truth.

"Well you fill it out nicely."

Lena winked and then picked up the clip board.

"So I have your order. Where do you want me to put it?"

Frank grinned.

"Just in the kitchen. Here, I'll help you."

He stepped out and followed her to her van, watching her ass in the little short shorts she was almost wearing.

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"Whew, it is hot out here today. So thankful that summer if almost over."

Lena grabbed the last of the boxes and placed them down on the counter.

"Thanks for helping me Frankie, but you didn't need to. It's my job after all."

Lena opened the cold bottle of water that Frank gave her and started to drink it fast. The drops on the outside fell on her chest.

"Ah, that's cold!"

She jumped and splashed the water on her chest soaking her white halter top and showing off the strapless bra underneath.

"Dammit!"

Frank thought he might be drooling right now. He dragged his eyes back up to her face.

"I can uh...grab you a towel..."

He glanced back down, raising an eyebrow as he looked back up with a smirk.

"…or you could take your top off so it can dry?"

"That might work faster, plus I have a spare in the car. I'm used to getting dirty."

Lena whipped off her top and handed it to Frank. She turned to leave for her truck.

"You could always just relax for a bit...in what you've got on."

Frank wiggled his eyebrows at her as she looked back at him. Lena turned back to Frank and smiled.

"Are you flirting with me Frankie, cause you know, I'm not allowed to mess around with the house owners."

Frank smiled.

"Well...between you and me..."

He leaned in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"…I'm just house sitting while the owner's away."

He winked.

"Oh? Well that changes things huh?"

Lena walked over to Frank and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You know...this was my last delivery and I had no plans for the weekend. Just going to lie around in my big empty apartment dreaming of someone who could..."

She ran her hand down his partly exposed chest to the top of the tight fitting uniform pants.

"...inject some fun into my life."

She ran her hand down further and caressed Frank's obviously hard cock.

"Do you know of anyone like that Frankie?"

It had been a while, but Frank was fairly certain he was up to the job. He smirked, putting his hands onto her hips and pulling her in tight against his body.

"I think I can handle that."

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"Hey Frankie, let's get out of here."

Lena rolled over on the bed and looked at the man she had spent four blissful hours with.

"I know you are house sitting, but the house isn't going to disappear in a day. You can stay at my place and we can go out dancing!"

Frank hesitated...If the Ways found out he'd left, he'd be in trouble...On the other hand...

"Sure. I feel like dancing tonight."

What could the Ways do anyway...ground him?

***Time Stamp: Sunday ***

"I'll fucking kill him!"

"I hate to tell you I told you so Gee but..."

"Shut the fuck up Micha!"

Gerard was seething. There was a clear picture of Frank in the Sunday morning society column that stated he was out at an exclusive club where he was seen dancing with some pink haired bimbo. They were seen drinking, laughing and leaving the club too wrapped up in each other's bodies to notice the photographers. He couldn't believe the betrayal that Frank did.

"So what are you going to do about it big brother?"

Micha was filing her nails at the table when Gerard began to laugh. She froze cause she had heard this laugh only once before and the person regretted it.

"Gee? G-Gerard?"

"Oh Micha, I fear that our little pet has gone astray and needs to be punished for it."

"N-N-Now Gee, don't do anything r-r-rash."

Micha was officially scared. She knew that Frank fucked up, but she didn't think that Gerard would get this upset. That means he must have invested some kind of feeling in Frank. She just prayed that Frank would survive.

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Frank was mopping the kitchen floor with his iPod playing Elvis in his ears. He didn't hear the front door open.

"Frank, we're back."

Micha was standing there looking really nervous with Gerard behind her. He had just had is hair freshly dyed so it seemed to glow in the light of the room. Frank turned with a smile, pulling his earbuds from his ears.

"Welcome home Mistress, Sir. Was your conference worthwhile?"

"Frank, I..."

"Micha, go into the bedroom and wait for me. I need to talk to our pet here."

Micha trembled a little, but she obeyed. Gerard's voice told her it was no time to argue back. Frank watched Micha leave then looked back at Gerard.

"Sir?"

Gerard sat down at the table. He leaned back and crossed his legs.

"So how was your weekend?"

Frank blinked...it was fucking awesome!

"It was okay Sir...a little lonely here alone."

Gerard's grip tightened on the wood as his nails scrapped it.

"Yes, well, I am sure you found something to occupy your time."

"Well I doubt you'll find a speck of dust in the whole house now, so yes, I guess I did Sir."

"Did you collect the mail while we were gone?"

"Yes Sir. It's on the coffee table in the living room."

Gerard got up and went into the living room. He returned with the mail and sat it down on the table.

"Looks like you have something missing here."

Frank looked at the small stack of mail.

"Sir?"

He asked, confused.

"Where's the Sunday paper?"

Frank swallowed nervously, but kept his cool.

"I don't know Sir. It didn't come today."

"That's okay, I have a copy."

Gerard reached into his bag and pulled it out. He banged it on the table.

Frank's eyes widened.

"Oh that's...that's good, Sir."

He said, weakly.

"I make a habit of reading the paper when I am away for the weekend so I don’t miss anything interesting. Why don't you turn to the society section."

The whole time Gerard had been coiling ready to strike. Frank stepped forward and started searching through the pages. He wasn't sure what, but he could sense that something was wrong. Eventually he found the page and his stomach dropped...He'd been photographed? Fuck! Slowly he looked up.

"Sir I..."

Now Gerard was out of his chair. He grabbed Frank by the hair and pushed him to his knees.

"That's Master to you."

Gerard increased the pressure to Frank's scalp.

"Did you really think you were going to get away with it? Did you really think that we were stupid and would not find out?!"

He dragged Frank into the bedroom and threw him on the bed startling Micha.

"Show him your phone Micha."

Micha shook as she picked up her phone and opened the app. She chose the date and clicked on it. The room was filled with the sounds of Frank fucking the delivery girl. Frank had never been scared of Way before...he was now.

"Sir I mean Master...I'm sorry...I...I..."

He shrunk back, looking nervously between the siblings.

"Tonight we will be going out. Micha will give you what you are to wear. You are not to speak unless you are addressed by one of us."

Gerard's tone was laced with ice cold enough to burn. Micha went over to their closet and moved to the back. She had hoped that this outfit would never be used again.

"And grab the tool box too."

Now Micha knew Frank was in trouble. She climbed out of the closet and placed the items on the bed.

"You will get dressed and be ready to go in on hour. Micha go with him."

Frank looked at the items...Way was joking...right? He looked at Micha.

"He's not serious...is he?"

"Come on Frank, I have to get you hard to put the ring on."

Micha gathered the stuff and taking Frank's hand brought him to his bedroom shutting the door.

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When they emerged, Gerard was dressed. In his hand he held a leash.

"Micha, go get dressed."

Micha handed Frank to Gerard and then left the room. Frank was shaking...his breath coming in shaky gasps. How could this be happening? Micha emerged in her own outfit with the tool box now in her hands.

"Let's go, Micha you drive."

Gerard led Frank out into the cool night air and pushed him into the back seat. He clipped the leash to the door and then got in himself.

"Buckle up there my pet, this is going to be the wildest ride of your life."

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Frank hadn't spoken during the car ride...he was too terrified to say a word right now. Looking out of the car window he saw that they were pulling up outside what, at first glance, seemed to be a club, much like the one he'd been to the other night. Upon closer inspection though...

Frank saw the name of the club, and noticed that the clientele all seemed to be dressed...or undressed...in leather outfits similar to his or the Ways'.

The Power Exchange, as the club was called, was clearly a high class fetish club, and a sign by the door read~

The Power Exchange. BDSM Info and Events.

Frank swallowed hard...he was really scared now.

"Today is Mask Night. You will wear the mask we give you and not take it off the entire night."

Gerard iced his voice again.

"Or someone might recognize you and put you in the paper again, but on the front page."

They got out and Micha took Frank's leash. Gerard popped the trunk. He grabbed a velvet bag and pulled out two masks nearly identical for him and Micha. He pulled out a black mask with silver scrolling on the side.

"Turn around."

Frank turned...he was trembling, and struggling to keep his breathing calm and even. He was on the brink is having a panic attack; something he hadn't had since he was a teenager.

"Remember, you will not speak unless you are addressed."

Gerard said nothing else and he walked toward the entrance with Micha towing Frank along.

"Ah, good evening. Master G and Mistress M. and I see we have a new pet this time. Very different from your last one."

Frank hung his head, praying that no one would recognize his tattoos, and by extension; him.

"Yes well we are in need of a lesson.”

Frank shivered. He'd never been in a club like this before and had never been into this kind of lifestyle...but he had watched a bit of BDSM porn in his time, and knew what was meant by "lesson".

"Ah, well they can't be perfect pets all the time and we have ample facilities for you to use to teach your lesson."

Frank squeezed his eyes shut, his head spinning slightly. Micha handed the leash to Gerard and addressed the host .

"I would like to play."

"Well I am sure that we can find a playmate for you Mistress M."

Frank's eyes widened. He'd felt a tiny modicum of safety while Micha had him, but now...

"Well then, I will see you later Mistress M."

"Play safe Master G."

"Always Mistress M."

She kissed Gerard's cheek and then left. Frank stood awkwardly, awaiting whatever was going to happen next.

"Come my pet. Follow me."

Frank nodded slightly.

"Y-yes sir."

He whispered. Suddenly a sting was felt on Frank's face.

"I said you speak only when I address you!"

Gerard pulled hard on Frank's leash as he led him through the club. Several people greeted him and he made Frank stop so he could converse. No one paid any attention to him as Gerard knew would happen. Pets are not a focus unless they are on display. After speaking to the last Master, Gerard led Frank to a back room that had open walls. They saw several spectators casually watching other scenes. In the room was a large wooden cross with straps on it. Frank's eyes darted around the room. This was all too much. His breathing was getting really fast and uneven now.

"Go stand with your back to me against the cross."

Shaking, Frank did as he was told. Gerard walked up to Frank and strapped him to the wooden structure. Frank felt tears forming in his eyes, and prayed that his mask would hide them from anyone else's view. Gerard went in his black bag and pulled out his favorite flogger. He shook it out and snapped his arms couple of times. He loved the sound. Frank tensed up, his hands squeezing into fists and his fingernails digging into his palms.

"Now my pet. How many do you think you deserve for what you did?"

Frank had no idea how to answer that, so he didn't.

"I asked you a question."

"I...I don't know S-Sir."

"Alright, so I will just keep punishing you till you know the answer."

Gerard raised his arm. Frank squeezed his eyes shut as every muscle in his body tensed up in preparation for what was to come. Gerard's flogger connected with Frank's back and he jumped, not cause it hurt, but because it didn't. Not the way it should have. Frank chewed on his lip, confusion starting to trickle into his thoughts.

"What's the matter Frankie?"

Gerard's breath ghosted his ear.

"Thought I was going to whip you?"

Frank nodded slightly, not trusting his own voice right now. He swallowed, not knowing what was expected of him right now.

"Master G."

Gerard turned around and saw one of his favorite subs.

"Anthony. It's good to see you."

"Thank you Sir. It is good to see you too."

Gerard looked the boy up and down. He watched him blush.

"I was hoping we could play tonight, but I see you brought another pet."

"Oh kitten. I have time for you."

Gerard unlocked Frank. He used his leash to pull him to the wall.

"On your knees."

Frank gasped as his breath was restricted slightly. He went down as he was told...he really didn't know how to deal with all of this. Gerard chained Frank to the wall. He then walked back to Anthony. He looked at him. Without being told the sub walked to the cross. He leaned against it with his chest showing Gerard his perfect ass.

"Beautiful."

Gerard strapped him on. He then picked up the flogger.

"Count off."

He raised his arm and brought it down. Frank watched with a weird feeling in his gut that he couldn't identify.

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Micha went in search of her brother. She saw a crowd gathered toward the back. She moved her way through and was met with a sight.

"Master please."

"So good for me kitten. Just a little longer."

Gerard was on the floor with...Anthony. He was behind him jerking his cock. Anthony was on his knees with his back pushed against Gerard's chest. They were kissing. Micha saw Frank against the wall. She walked over. Frank looked up at her...he was trembling.

"Are you okay?"

"I..."

Frank shook his head...he didn't know what to say, and he wasn't even sure he was allowed to say anything.

"Talk to me Frankie."

Frank swallowed, looking down.

"I'm sorry."

He said quietly.

"What happened?"

Frank looked up slowly.

"He...he hates me, doesn't he."

"Why so you say that?"

Frank frowned...he didn't know how to explain.

"He just...he...he just left me here to do...that."

He nodded towards where Gerard was still playing with the boy.

"You want him to play with you. Aren't you straight Frankie?"

Micha voice was soft and she used his pet name.

"Yes..."

Frank frowned.

"I just I...I don't know what I mean."

"Mistress M."

Micha turned and saw the girl she was playing with.

"Yes my dear."

She looked shyly at her with her deep green eyes. She twirled her long red hair.

"Thank you for playing with me today."

Micha leaned down and touched her neck.

"You were very good for me my dear."

Then she kissed her.

Frank wanted Micha to kiss him like that...but he couldn't stop his eyes from straying over to Gerard and his current "pet". It didn't make sense to him.

Micha broke the kiss. The girl was breathless. Frank hung his head. His cock was hard, but it was in that damn cage...he really wanted to jerk off right now.

"You pleased me very much dear."

She bowed and then left. Micha looked at Frank. Frank's mind was in turmoil. He'd had dreams lately...dreams about Gerard. Dreams of Gerard sucking him...making him cum. Frank was straight, he really was, but he couldn't ignore...however much he tried...the way those dreams made him feel. They were so clear, like a memory...

"Frankie."

Micha turned back to him.

"What do you want?"

"The dream."

Frank mumbled, more to himself than Micha.

"What dream Frankie?"

Frank looked up.

"The one I had about..."

He trailed off, but his eyes flicked subconsciously to Gerard.

"Please Master."

"Alright. You can cum."

Anthony shook as his orgasm that was delayed for over an hour ripped through him. He howled and cried. Gerard pet him through it."

"Good boy."

Gerard lifted the exhausted boy in his arms.

"M...good you are here. Take care of our pet."

He carried the boy to the aftercare room. Frank studied his hands...he was scared of what he was feeling; what he was wanting.

"Frank. Stand up."

Frank slowly climbed to his feet, his legs a little cramped.

She led him to the cross and strapped him in.

"I'm going to blindfold you."

Frank nodded slightly. Micha slipped the silk blindfold under the mask. She picked up the flogger and caressed his back with it. Frank shivered, his cock twitching in its cage.

"Flogging isn't about hurting you, but treating you to different sensations. Like if I pull back and hit you like this..."

Micha pulled her arm back and hit Frank hard.

"Ahh."

Frank cried out.

"...It has a stinging sensation. Now if I twirl my wrist and do a light circular motion..."

Micha twirled her arm like she was jumping rope and lightly hit Frank several times.

"Uh uh..."

Frank gasped.

"...see how that feels different?"

Micha leaned in and whispered in Frank's ear.

"Now a good Master knows how to take both those sensations and push his pet just too far."

Frank tilted his head.

"T-too far...Mistress?"

"You saw what Gee did to Anthony didn't you? Didn't it seem like torture?"

She caressed his back with the flogger. Frank thought about it for a moment.

"Yes...and no."

"It seemed like he was enjoying it didn't he?"

"Yes...it did."

Frank nodded.

"Why do you think that is?"

She purred in his ear as she caressed his practically naked body with the flogger. Frank shivered.

"He wanted it...like he wanted to give up control. Does that make sense?"

"Very good Frankie. When you give up control, you are actually in control. Do you understand?"

Frank nodded.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Would you like to give up control?"

Frank swallowed heavily...was this something he really wanted? After a minute of thought, Frank nodded.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good boy. Now no more talking. Just enjoy."

She moved away from him and raising her arm brought the flogger down on his back.

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Frank was trembling, sweat shining on his skin and making his tattoos almost glow. He had been turned on many, many times in his life...but nothing like this. After what seemed like forever, the whipping stopped. Frank was panting.

"Thank you M-Mistress."

"Actually my pet that is Master to you."

Frank's eyes widened behind his blindfold.

"M-Master?"

"Yes Frankie, and you have been a very good boy for me. So pliant and willing."

Gerard ran a hand through Frank's sweat soaked hair. He then unbuckled Frank from the cross and caught him as he fell backwards. He lifted the younger man up and carried him to the sofa in the corner. He wrapped him in a blanket to soak up the sweat on his body and help him to stop shivering. Anthony appeared with a small plate of cookies and an apple juice box.

"You did really well for Master G."

Frank yawned, pressing his face into Gerard's chest. He was still shaking a bit, and he couldn't get his mind to comprehend just what was happening to him.

"No no no Frankie, you have to eat and drink. You spent a lot of energy just now and it's dangerous if you don’t get your blood sugar back up."

"N-not hung-ry."

Frank slurred, reaching with trembling hands for the juice box.

Gerard broke off a piece of the cookie.

"Come on Frankie, it's double chocolate chip."

Frank opened his mouth, his hands falling limp onto his stomach. Gerard fed him the cookie and held the juice box up as he slipped the straw between his lips. He watched Frank take a small sip and then drink more. He knew how good the juice tasted after a session.

"Mmmm."

Frank moaned at the sweetness as he sucked sleepily. Once the cookie and juice box were gone Gerard cradled Frank and kissed his head as he felt him drift off to sleep.

"Today is when everything changes Frankie. Today is when you truly begin your training."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you doing?

So frank fucked up!...but do you think he's learned his lesson?...will he be a good pet from now on?

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