The Apprentice

***Time Stamp: Six Months Later***

"Madame. Sorry to disturb you and the young master, but...there is a gentleman at the door."

"Have him come inside out of the rain, and I'll be along in a moment..."

Lady Iero said, sipping her afternoon tea.

"Oh...and fetch him a towel and a hot drink to warm him...thank you Rebecca."

Elena was in the kitchen when she saw an officer at the door.

"Oh no."

She ran out of the kitchen.

"Donna!"

Donna was in the library dusting.

"What's wrong mum?"

"Lord Iero."

"What about him?"

"Go ready Lady Iero's room and turn the bed down, make sure Gerard has the fire going."

"What's goin' on?"

Robert appeared at the shout.

"Robert, go and get Gerard, now hurry!"

Robert ran off. Elena went back to the kitchen and prepared some tea. Gerard was about two foot up inside the floo in one of the bedrooms in the west wing of the large house when he heard muffled footsteps and then a voice, calling his name.

"Gee! Elena needs ya, and quick!"

Gerard shuffled and wiggled until his feet were back on the ground. He stepped out of the fireplace onto the old sheet he'd laid down to protect the carpet.

"What's goin' on?"

He asked, hair and face covered in so much soot that it was impossible to see just how pale he was.

"Don' ask quest'ns lad, just go!"

Gerard's eyes widened slightly at Bob's tone, then he was hurrying from the room and straight down to the kitchens.

"Grandma..."

He panted, out of breath as he skidded into the room.

"Y' needed me?"

"Yes dear, please go to Lady Iero's room and make sure there is a roaring fire in there."

Gerard nodded, then looked down at himself.

"I's kinda grubby Grandma...I don' wanna drop soot on Lady Iero's carpet."

"Don't worry about that! now hurry before..."

A great cry of agony was heard through the house. It reverberated the chandelier. Gerard jumped, spinning around and banging his hip into the edge of the big table.

"Ow!..."

He looked back at Elena with wide eyes.

"That?"

He finished her sentence, before turning and running quickly from the room. He raced up the stairs and along the hallway to Lady Iero's room. The door was open, so he went inside and relit the fire that had gone out since the lady left that morning.

"Mother!"

Frank was frantic. His mother had fainted at the news of his father's death. Elena was there with smelling salts.

"Come on Madam, come on, just a little so we's can get you up to your room."

Lady Iero's eyes fluttered open.

"He's gone..."

She said weakly after a few moments, tears sliding from her eyes as she looked up at her son.

"Frank...he's...he's gone."

"I know mother, I know. Come, let's get you to bed."

Somehow Frank and one of the nameless servants got her up the stairs and to her room. When the door opened he saw the soot boy stoking the fire. Gerard looked up, his eyes widening in his blackened face. He quickly went back to what he was doing...he was nearly done now anyway. Elena helped Frank get his mother to bed. Donna made sure the hot water bottle was at her feet. One by one they all left till only Frank was there.

"Mother, what can I do? Tell me, I will do anything to ease your pain."

Linda looked at her son sadly.

"You are the Lord of the house now Frank..."

She reached up and brushed his hair out of his face.

"You need to be strong and kind, like your father...was."

She sighed.

"The estate is yours now Frank...I trust that you are man enough to handle that."

"Mine? What do you mean Mother?"

"You are 24 years old Frank...a man! This house was always going to be yours when your father passed."

"But I don't know anything about the business! I don’t understand how he ran the company and was an enlisted officer!"

Frank got up and began to pace. Linda watched him for a moment.

"Frank..."

She said gently, but firmly.

"Your father was 18 when he inherited this estate...and the business. You will cope."

Frank wanted to protest more, but he saw his mother was exhausted. He covered her up and then left the room. In the hall he saw the soot boy. He was going to say something biting, but instead the boy spoke to him.

"I'm...I'm sorry about your father."

Gerard said quietly, his head down, eyes on the carpet. Frank could be nice. He could say thank you.

"Yeah, well at least I knew who mine was...bastard."

Frank walks off to his own room.

***Time Stamp: Three Months Later***

"Lord Iero please wait!"

"NO! NO MORE!"

Frank ran out of the Grand library. He ran away from his father's business partners and the family solicitor. He can't take it anymore! For the past week he had done nothing but try to be his father.

"Damn you for dying and leaving me with this mess!"

Frank pushed his way outside and headed for the garden path. There was an area that he and...Mikey used to go when they wanted to hide from their parents. That's where he was headed.

"Fuck lad, ya don' know 'ow bad I want ya."

Robert went back to sucking Gerard's cock. He wanted to make the boy cum first, wanted to make him beg to be fucked. Gerard threw his head back. It hit the tree he was leaned up against, but right now he didn't care.

"Please, please, please..."

He chanted through gritted teeth to keep his volume down...he didn't want them to be discovered.

"Please what, yer 'ave to speak up lad."

Robert did a little twist with his wrist.

"Ahh!...p-please f-fuck me sir."

"Wanna make ya cum first."

Robert started to jack him faster. Gerard knew he was getting close, cause he could feel it tightening within him, and his legs beginning to shake. He thrust up into Robert's hand a couple more times and then...

"AHHHH!"

He was cumming hard, his knees giving way beneath him. Robert worked him through his orgasm.

"My turn now."

He stood up and lowered his britches.

"Get it wet fer me lad."

Gerard was already on his knees, so he just leaned in and took Robert's big cock into his mouth...his small hand wrapping around what wouldn't fit.

Frank was enjoying the light spring breeze and the birds chirping the continued coming of spring when another sound caught his ear. It was a low moan that signaled someone having an outdoor romp. Frank started to move quieter through the hedges following the noise. When he rounded the corner of one he thought his heart was going to stop.

"Fuck lad, yer feels so good. Yer love 'avin' me cock in yer arse don' ya?"

Gerard was clinging onto the tree for support with his eyes screwed shut, as Robert took him roughly from behind. His left cheek was pressed against the bark and he knew for certain he'd get scratches from it...though he guessed they wouldn't show through the soot.

"Yessir...love i' sir."

He panted out.

"Bloody Hell!"

Frank could not believe what he was seeing. It was the grimy soot boy as well as his master fucking against a tree. Frank could tell that the master was leaving indents in the boy's flesh with how hard he was gripping him. He could feel himself getting hard despite the dirty face that he had a side view of. He was panting and moaning like an animal in heat. Frank took his cock out and started to jerk it in time to the master's thrusts.

"So close lad, I can feels it."

Robert reached around and smirked that the boy was hard again. Oh to be that age. He started to jerk his cock as he pistoned his hips faster. Gerard gasped at the touch...he was so sensitive right now that it kinda hurt...but in a good way.

"Yes!...*uh uh*...cl-ose!"

He whimpered.

"Cum fer me again."

Gerard couldn't hold it back if he tried. A few strokes later, and he was striping the tree trunk in white.

"Ahhh!"

He screamed out before his legs gave out again and he started to go down...his face scraping down the rough bark.

"I got ya lad."

Robert pulled out and turned the boy around. He then lifted him and pushed him against the tree entering him again. He thrusted quickly chasing his own orgasm as he plowed into the pliant body in his arms. Gerard barely had the strength to keep his eyes open, so he allowed them to close and just clung on as tight as he was able, letting the older man use his body...cause it wasn't like he could stop him if he had the energy or the will to try.

"I'm gonna cum lad, gonna fill yer arse up good."

Frank couldn't believe how dirty the two of them were and the words they used. He was so close though that he didn't want to stop. Gerard couldn't speak...he could barely even think right now, and he could feel his back getting even more scratched up than his face had...everything hurt just a little more than he would want it to. Robert pushed his hips forward grinding the boy into tree as he came with all his strength. He then fell backwards taking the boy with him. Frank could see how bad his back was scratched up, but the show was over and he had cum. he put himself back together and left.

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"Tell me again son 'ow did yer mess up yer back?"

Donna was laying strips of cloth soaked in alcohol over her son's torn up skin.

Gerard gasped, trying to pull away from this torture.

"Me foot slipped when I was up the floo...I scrapped me back down the bricks."

"...and the wood splinters?"

Donna pulled out the fifth one from Gerard's back.

"Err..."

Gerard thought hard for an explanation that was plausible...he had nothing.

"I don' know ma."

He sniffed quietly, hanging his head.

" 'E got stuck with the 'andle of the brush behind 'im."

Donna looked up and saw Robert standing there looking guilty.

"I should 'ave been more careful...I mean 'e should 'ave been more careful."

"Robert, me son is very important ta me and me mum and I would 'ate to think yer taking advantage of 'im."

"I'm not, ask 'im yerself."

Gerard squirmed slightly as he felt all eyes on him. He didn't look up, but murmured...

"Course 'e's not ma."

...as he examined his broken and dirty fingernails.

"Alright. Well you tell me different if 'e does."

Robert nodded and told Gerard to take the rest of the day to himself. He then left. He bowed when he saw the new Lord in the hall. Frank then entered the room.

"My Lord."

Donna stopped tending to her son and bowed. Gerard looked up then quickly ducked his head back down.

"Elena needs you in the kitchen."

Donna was surprised that Frank was telling her this.

"Yes me...my Lord."

She left quickly.

Gerard bit on his bottom lip and sat quietly. He had a feeling this was not going to be fun.

"What did you do to your back?"

Gerard swallowed.

"I slipped sir."

He said quietly.

"You slipped..."

Frank walked around him.

"Was that before or after you got fucked against the tree by your master."

Gerard snapped his head up, eyes wide.

"Wha...I...I..."

He started to shake.

"I guess it’s good that he's willing cause I just assumed you would be a spinster."

Frank could see his words hurting the boy, but he didn't care. Gerard hung his head again. It's not like he could say anything back, even if Frank wasn't his Master now.

"At least you know your place Cinderella."

"Yessir."

Gerard mumbled with tears in his eyes. Frank wanted to hit the boy's back, but the idea of getting soot all over him stopped him. He instead left without another word. Gerard sighed. He looked toward the door, knowing that this was not/ the last he would hear about that.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So Frank's now the Master of the house...how do you think that will work out?...hmmm?

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