Somewhere I Belong

Ryan was freezing. He was in the basement of an abandoned house currently trying to get a fire going in an old furnace. He found dry wood and an abandoned lighter.

"Come on you son of a..."

The spark flew and the log caught.

"Thanks fuck."

He huddled near it trying to dry off desperately. He wasn't sure what day it was or how much time had gone by. All he knew was that after traveling for a while, not knowing where he was and berating himself for losing the twenty he was given by Spencer, it had started to snow suddenly. He knew it wasn't the time of year for snow cause it didn't seem cold enough, but that changed quickly. He was in nothing more than his tattered shorts and no shoes. He had stuck to the woods for fear of getting caught on the road. He didn't even know if he was going in the right direction. He was pretty sure he was lost. It was luck that he found this place and the window was broken. Even more luck that he didn't get cut. Now that he had the furnace going, he wandered around seeing if there was anything left in the place. He found old curtains and fashioned a robe with them. At least now he was fully covered. He also found some canned food. He couldn't read what it was though, but he could see the numbers were not past the year. He used a piece of wood and a broken curtain rod to get it open. Somehow it worked and he gorged himself on what was inside. He didn't even care if it was dog food. Gabe was starving them. After he finished he piled the curtains in front of the furnace and lay down. He hoped that he wasn't too late to save Frank, but he was so tired and the fire was so warm and he drifted off as the wind and snow banged against the broken window upstairs.

It had been two weeks since Gerard returned to the house and life had gone back to normal...well sort of. Grant accepted his request to move out of the common bedroom with the other pets and be with just Frank. He said he wanted to start over and be the Master that Frank deserved from the start. Grant admired him for this. He still spent as much time as Grant requested of him since Grant missed his pet immensely. Their sex was wonderful as well as their playtime. Grant questioned why Gerard wanted to be with just him rather then put on a show with Mikey, but Gerard merely stated that he missed Grant a lot and wanted to be a bit selfish. Grant also requested this. The house saw less and less of Frank, who Gerard decided was best to stay in their room. Gerard still came out and spoke to the other pets and his brother, but not as often as he used to. Grant saw that Gerard was quite healthy and behaving normal so he was not worried. Not till there was a knock at his door and when told to enter, Pete stepped in.

"Yes Peter, what can I do for you?"

"Master, I was wondering if I could talk to you about Frankie for a few minutes...please?"

Pete asked, his head down and hands behind his back.

"Of course Peter, sit down."

Pete nodded, then moved to the chair in front of Grant's desk, and sat down.

"Thank you, Master."

Grant knew the situation must be serious since his pet actually sat and didn't kneel.

"Now what did you want to tell me?"

Pete took a breath to steady his nerves...he wasn't usually the one to speak to Grant about serious issues.

"We are all worried about Frankie. We barely see him anymore, and the last time we did, he looked so thin and he wouldn't meet our eyes or even speak to us...he seems like he was when he returned from Master Gabriel's...we were hoping that you could speak to him?...make sure everything's ok?...cause we really are worried."

He fell silent as he came to the end, dropping his eyes to his lap and awaiting an answer.

"I see. Do you think that he is being mistreated by his master?"

Pete chewed on his lip. On the one hand, he didn't want to get Gerard into trouble, but on the other, Frankie could already be in trouble, just of a different kind.

"We...we don't know Master. We are worried that maybe Gerard has been altered by his stay at Master Grant's, in a...negative way?"

He hated that it sounded like a question coming from his lips, but this sort of thing was really not his deal. Grant listened to the rest of Pete's concerns.

"Would you assemble the pets please in the bedroom. I would like to talk to all of you."

"Including Gerard and Frankie, Master?"

"No my pet."

Pete nodded, standing from the chair.

"Alright Master, right away."

He gave a small bow, then quietly left the room, heading back to the bedroom where he knew the other pets...minus Gerard and Frank...were waiting for him to return.

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"Now, Peter has presented me with your concerns, and it is not that I do not believe him, I just wanted to hear from all of you."

All of the pets were huddled together on the big bed, holding each other close and comforting each other.

"I saw Frankie for a minute this morning..."

Mikey said quietly.

"He really doesn't look well Master.

"Not well at all."

Bob agreed.

"Sir."

"Yes Patrick."

"While I am worried about Frankie, I am also worried about Mikey."

Grant looked at the sibling.

"Michael?"

Mikey looked down, frowning slightly.

"I...I miss them so much Master...I haven't even gotten to hold Gerard since he got back, not once."

"It’s true Sir, Gerard ignores him completely now."

"Michael, why did you not tell me?"

"Because...I thought he was just settling back in at first, then I was embarrassed cause he doesn't want me anymore and I was worried you wouldn't want me cause I'm nothing to you without him."

"Michael I always want what you want to give me, but I also respected that you only wanted your brother."

"But if he doesn't want me Master...then why would you want me to stay?"

Mikey asked, looking up with tears in his eyes. Grant beckoned the sorrowful pet toward him. Mikey crawled out of Bob's lap and over to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of his Master.

"Come up here."

Mikey climbed off of the bed and into Grant's lap.

"May I?"

Grant lifted his hand for indication.

Mikey nodded slightly.

"Yes Master.

Grant brought a hand up and around to cup the back of the pet's neck. Not surprisingly he heard a low moan escape. Since Mikey was only touched by Gerard he was starved for affection right now. He pulled him in and whispered into his ear.

"For all these years, I have wondered what it would be like to touch you, to taste you, to be with you as I am with all my pets. Because of what you went through with your first owner, I refrained, understanding what you needed. No matter what happens with Gerard...Michael you were and are always wanted."

Mikey whimpered quietly.

"P-please Master."

Grant moved his mouth from Mikey's ear to along his jaw, barely brushing his lips till he was looking into Mikey's eyes and his lips were so close that they were ghosting air across Mikey's.

"What my pet, what do you need, what do you want?"

"Anything Master...everything."

"Do you want me to kiss you, touch you, ravage you, make you mine like they all are?"

"Yes Master...pleeease."

Grant growled and fisted Mikey's hair.

"If I start I am not going to stop."

"Ahh...d-don't stop Master...p-please."

"As you wish."

Patrick gasped as for the first time ever, Grant kissed Mikey. Pete leaned closer to Patrick and Bob.

"Should we leave?"

Patrick was mesmerised. Grant was practically worshiping Mikey. He had never seen him behave like that before.

"N-No, I want to stay."

"Yeah, me too."

Bob whispered. Mikey moaned, high and needy. Grant was biting at the boy's neck as he pushed his hands into the back of his shorts. He looked out at his other pets and Patrick got the message.

"We need to move off the bed."

Pete and Bob nodded in unison and they all scrambled quickly off, and into Pete's bunk...as it had the best view of the bed.

Grant rose and carried Mikey to the bed. He laid him down gently and watched him.

"Show me...show me you."

Mikey chewed on his lip for a moment.

"Master I...I don't know how without...Gerard."

"Yes you do, you are so beautiful by yourself that you don't need anyone else."

Grant reached out and flicked open the button on his shorts.

"Come now, don't keep me waiting."

Mikey bit his lip as he hesitantly slipped his hand inside his shorts and fished out his already hard and leaking cock with a moan.

"That's it. Let me see you. Show me all of you."

Mikey wrapped his long thin fingers around his length, his eyes fluttering closed. He began to slowly stroke himself. Grant watched the boy as if he had never seen him before. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his pants.

"Robert, Peter, Patrick."

"Yes Master?"

The boys said in unison.

"Patrick, Robert, come help strip Michael, Peter, come suck my cock."

The boys all moved at once with a "yes Sir". Pete climbed quickly back onto the big bed, licking his lips and taking Grant's cock into his mouth the second he was close enough, while Bob moved to Mikey's right side and worked with Patrick on Mikey's left to pull the boy's shorts down and off his long, slim, pale legs.

"I want to see all skin."

Bob made quick work of pulling off his shorts before moving to help Pete, who was kind of busy right now. Patrick pulled his off and then whispered in Mikey's ear. It was one thing for Grant to make this choice, but no one; no one had really touched Mikey without Gerard there and never this much. He got a fevered nod from the boy and then he leaned in and kissed him. Mikey kissed back, his free hand moving into Patrick's hair, gripping...tugging.

"That's it my pets, show him how much he is loved and wanted. Robert, prepare him for me."

"Yes Sir..."

Bob murmured before sliding three fingers into his own mouth and wetting them thoroughly with his tongue. When they were wet enough, he pulled them back out.

"Spread your legs a bit more Mikey."

Mikey did as he was told and Bob moved his hand down to Mikey's entrance. He circled one fingertip around the rim for a moment until he received a quiet, muffled whine from the boy, then carefully pushed his index finger in. Patrick swallowed all the noises that Mikey was making as Bob opened him up. Bob moved onto two fingers after a minute, watching for any signs of distress...he saw none, so he began carefully pumping his fingers in and out of the boy, pausing occasionally to scissor or twist them a bit. Mikey loved this feeling. He missed it, it had been too long. His cock was leaking like a sieve over his hand now.

"Very good Robert."

Grant stroked Pete's head with his fingers.

"Wonderful Peter, but you may stop now. We must leave something for Michael yes?"

Pete pulled off with a wet pop, saliva running down his chin obscenely and his pupils blown wide with lust.

"Yes Master."

He said, his voice sounding wrecked.

"You may enjoy each other's company while I enjoy Michael's, my pets."

Grant moved in when Bob pulled his fingers out. He leaned in and kissed the blond.

"Go, have fun. You did well for me."

"Thank you Master."

Bob moved with Pete and Patrick to the other side of the huge bed, hands moving over skin as they began to kiss and touch, their eyes flicking over to Mikey and their Master from time to time. Mikey opened his eyes and looked up at Grant with longing and want, his hand still wrapped loosely around his cock, moving slowly up and down his length. He whined quietly.

"Shhhh, quiet now my pet, no more of those saddened sounds of longing. I am here."

Grant kneeled on the bed and pulled Mikey's legs around him as he started to push in. Mikey sucked in a breath, both his hands going to the sheets and gripping them tight...Grant was quite a bit bigger than Gerard.

"You may touch me Michael."

Mikey nodded slightly, panting a bit as he moved his hands out of the sheets and up onto Grant's shoulders, gripping lightly at the fabric of his shirt. Grant held the boy down by his hips as he thrusted forward till he completely embedded in his tight heat.

"I can see why your brother didn't want to share a treasure like you."

Mikey closed his eyes, a tear falling...he didn't want to think of Gerard right now, it hurt too much.

Grant reached down and kissed away the tear.

"None of that now."

"S-sorry Master."

Grant moved further and pulled Mikey into his lap.

"No apologies, just enjoy."

Mikey nodded, gasping as the change of position caused Grant's cock to push in even deeper, brushing against his prostate. He moaned, trembling with desire.

"That's it. Show me. Show me how good it feels."

Mikey nodded again, then shifted his legs so he could push up. He lifted himself up, then let himself drop back down...crying out as he hit his prostate dead on. Bob looked up from sucking Pete's cock to make sure Mikey was ok...seeing that he was, he smiled and went back to what he was doing.

Patrick was happy for his friend. He would have said so, but Pete did something with his tongue and instead he moaned as he tightened his grip on Bob's cock as he fisted it faster. Mikey started a steady pace, lifting then dropping himself down again...little "uh uh uhs" and the occasional cry escaping his lips. Grant held the boy loosely and let him fuck himself on his cock. He was very pleased with how events turned out, but in the back of his mind he was worried about his other pets.

Mikey opened his eyes and stilled.

"Master?...are...are you alright?"

"Yes I am my pet. You are making me feel so good. I want you to make me cum."

Mikey smiled softly.

"Yes Master."

He lifted up then started to bounce hard and fast in Grant's lap.

Grant watched as his other pets neared their completions. He could feel Mikey tightening around him as well.

Mikey dropped down and started to grind his hips forward and back, gasping and moaning, getting louder by the second...he was so close.

"M-Master...can I c-cum please?"

"Hold on."

Grant lay the boy back down. He saw that Bob was spent, both himself and Pete had completed and now Patrick and Pete had paired off.

"Robert, come help Michael to cum."

Grant never lost his rhythm.

Bob nodded.

"Yes Master."

He said a little breathlessly as he crawled over and slipped his hand in between Grant and Mikey's bodies, wrapping his fingers around Mikey's hard, leaking and flushed cock. Mikey cried out, grinding down onto Grant's cock then thrusting up into Bob's hand.

"So c-close M-Master."

"Use your mouth Robert. He deserves it."

Bob immediately obeyed, leaning in and taking Mikey's length in one smooth movement. Mikey shuddered, his eyes rolling back and a moment later he was cumming, hard and hot down Bob's throat with a scream. Bob swallowed it all, continuing to suck Mikey till he was milked dry. Mikey tightening from his orgasm was just what Grant needed. He grunted as he started to fill the boy up. He whimpered from being over sensitised and Bob pulled off, a little cum glistening on his lips. Grant pulled out and stood up.

"Peter clean me off, Patrick tend to Michael."

Pete, who had just sucked Patrick dry, crawled over to Grant and started licking him clean. Patrick wobbled a bit, but made sure that he grabbed a clean cloth and used it to wipe up the sweat and cum on Mikey's body. Once Grant was good, he gently pushed Pete back and closed his pants back up. He picked up his jacket and slipped it on.

"Rest all of you. I will take care of both Gerard and Frankie."

"Th-Thank you Master."

Mikey mumbled sleepily as the pets all curled up around him, murmuring their agreements.

"You are most welcome my pet. Now sleep."

The pets all curled up together and were soon asleep.

Frank lay curled up on the floor in the corner of the room he now shared with Gerard. He had been right to be worried that first day Gerard came back, Gerard was now acting the way Frank had seen Master Gabriel act...Gerard was treating him the way Master Gabriel treated him...like a slave, worse, like nothing. Every day, Frank was made to suck Gerard's cock and make Gerard feel good, yet Frank had to sleep on the floor, was barely allowed a few morsels to eat, and was beaten, tormented and made to feel like shit, constantly...he knew this was wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it. Frank had only been allowed out of the room three times since Gerard's return, and Gerard had been right by his side on each occasion. He missed the other pets, but Gerard told him he was not to talk to them, so he didn't. He was pretty sure he was going to die in that room one day soon.

"How are you feeling today Slave?"

Frank whimpered quietly...last night had been particularly bad and he kind of wished for death right now. He looked up through bruised eyes.

"S-sore M-Master."

He croaked out, voice almost completely gone.

"I see."

Before Frank could blink the whip was brought down.

"My dear Frankie, the answer to any question is always how you Master wants you to feel. What and how you feel does not matter one bit. You will understand more when we are back with Master Gabriel."

Tears leaked from Frank's eyes as he curled up more...yes, right now he really wanted to die.

"Oh Frankie, soon you will see how much better it will be there."

Gerard smirked.

"And we will be his only slaves."

Frank's eyes widened. He wanted to know what that meant, what was going to happen to the others, Ryan, Brendon and Spencer...but he knew better than to ask.

"The Master says he wants to mold us, make us the perfect Slaves. Said he never met anyone more malleable than us. Isn't that generous of him to say about two worthless creatures Frankie?"

Frank nodded, knowing not to disagree.

"Yes M-Master."

"Good, very good. I think that deserves a treat."

Gerard walked over to the bowl of fruit that he had requested. He took a single grape and then walked back.

"Here you are Frankie."

"Th-Thank you M-Master."

Frank waited for Gerard to drop the grape on the floor for him, as he knew he would...if he actually let him have it and didn't change his mind.

Gerard looked at the trembling boy. A part of his mind was screaming, but he pressed it down. He dropped the grape and then stepped on it.

"Enjoy."

He then walked away and sat down at the small table eating a handful of the grapes.

Frank hesitated a moment, then reached out and peeled the squashed grape off of the wooden floor...thank God there wasn't carpet in this room. He looked over at Gerard for a second, the put the grape into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it quickly before leaning down to lick up the juice and flesh of the grape that had been squeezed out before Gerard got angry at him for leaving a mess.

"I suppose I should get used to that as well since I know I won't be treated any different from you at the Master's home, but I decided I will enjoy this life a bit more. Now come suck my cock...and I may give you another one."

Frank whimpered quietly and crawled on bruised and cut up hands and knees toward his Master.

"You will have to be faster for the Master. When I was too slow, he made me crawl through crushed glass. Shall I do the same for you Frankie?"

Frank shook his head and crawled faster.

"No Master."

He reached Gerard and kneeled in front of him, waiting to be told to begin...Gerard punished him the last time he started without being told. Gerard pulled the zipper down on his shorts.

"Where are your hands Frankie?"

Frank held out his hands, damaged palms up. Gerard raised his foot and kicked Frank in the stomach. Frank fell back, his head bouncing off the hardwood floor. He groaned as he saw stars.

"Hands go behind your back Frankie."

"Y-yes M-Mast-ter."

Frank stuttered out as he moved shakily back onto his knees and put his hands behind his back...his vision was blurry...he couldn't focus.

Gerard fished his cock out.

"Suck."

Frank shuffled closer on his knees nearly falling a couple of times, then leaned in and, blinking a few times to try to clear his vision, opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Gerard's cock.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So THAT happened!...poor Frankie.

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