Somewhere I Belong

Grant had made sure the pets all had a good snack when they woke up before he headed to Gerard and Frank's room. He was berating himself internally. Were their signs he missed? How had he let things get out of hand. He would soon get to the bottom of all this. He raised his hand to knock, but instead just opened the door.

"So good Frankie, that's it."

Gerard was in a chair getting his cock sucked and Frank was on the floor on his knees with his hands behind his back. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Sir, sorry, did you need me?"

"Ah, it can wait till you are finished."

"Okay, thank you Sir."

Grant sat on the bed to watch.

Frank continued to bob his head...well, with the "help" of Gerard's hand on the back of his head. He was feeling sick and dizzy and his foggy mind told him that if it wasn't for the hand forcing his head up and down, he would've probably passed out by now...he wished he could. Grant watched Frank more than he watched Gerard. Gerard had his eyes closed in pleasure anyway...which surprised Grant since the boy used to make eye contact all the time. Frank knew he couldn't stay conscious much longer...he didn't really evenwant to now. His hands that were linked behind his back felt heavy, and as he began to pass out, his fingers slipped out of his own weak grasp and his arms fell limp at his sides. Darkness claimed him. Grant saw Frank's hands drop and his body go lax. He looked up and saw Gerard did not notice. Frank could feel himself being choked, but it only vaguely registered in his mind that this was bad. Everything was slipping away and there was nothing he could do now. A tiny whimper escaped his lips before he passed out completely.

"Gerard."

Grant called out to his pet, but he did not seem to hear him. Frank's body was completely relaxed now and he was doing no work, yet Gerard continued to thrust into the boy's mouth.

"Gerard."

Still nothing. Grant was concerned now.

"Gerard!"

"What?!"

Gerard snapped at him and Grant was taken back.

"Oh...sorry Sir, I was so entranced by Frankie's skills that I forgot you were even here."

"You must have forgotten that Frank had passed out too."

"Huh?"

Grant got up and gently pulled Frank back. His mouth was swollen and used, but not in a good way. There were dark circles under his eyes and bruises about his face.

"Gerard, what has happened to Frank."

"Oh, he fell off the bed after a nightmare. Guess he still has them from when he was sent for training and he hit his face pretty..."

There was no warning for Gerard. Grant back handed him hard and Gerard went back in the chair and over to the wall. He cried out and clutched his face.

"Do you take me for a fool Gerard? Do you think I don't know what abuse looks like? The others were right, you are abusing him. What else have you done to him?"

Gerard wanted to answer, he wanted to, but part of Gabe's plan was to anger Grant by giving him no answers. He said nothing.

"Oh, you won't talk to me? Then fine, you are going into solitary."

"No."

"No? Did you say no?"

"You cannot do that to me, I am a Master now."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Well then, you can go somewhere else for this home does not have a place for two Masters, especially when one is a spoiled brat. I never should have given Frank to you, you are untrustworthy."

"Fine, then Frank and I will leave."

"He goes nowhere with you."

"Oh, but he does, you said it yourself he is mine. I leave he leaves."

Grant went to strike the boy again, but found he couldn't. He knew he was right. He was bound by contract.

"Very well, but until you leave this house, you are still mine and I am putting you into solitary as my...former pet."

"Whatever."

Grant lay Frank on the bed. He owed the dear an apology in so many ways. He doomed him to this life now. Grant grabbed Gerard's arm and led him to the basement. He locked him into solitary and then went to his office. He poured himself a drink and stared into his fireplace, wondering what went wrong. Without realising it he started crying and continued to, watching the fire dance before him.

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Gerard sat in the room and wept. Grant had never hit him before and he wasn't sure if the reality of that hurt more than the fact that he was no longer wanted. He slipped the small untraceable cell phone out of his pocket. There was no fear he would get caught with it. He pressed the only button that had a number on speed dial.

"It's done Master, I have been dismissed."

"And the boy?"

"He is mine, he will come too."

"Are you crying?"

"Only tears of joy to know that I have done you proud."

"You have. You and Frank will make an excellent addition to my household...once I get rid of the garbage I currently have."

Gerard could hear faint cries of pain and suffering in the background. He shivered knowing that would be his life now too.

"I will be there within the hour for a surprise visit. I can assume you are in solitary?"

"Yes Master."

"And is the boy with you?"

"No Master."

The line went quiet for a moment.

"Master?"

"Why not."

"I don't..."

"Why is he not with you Slave?"

"He passed out in the middle of me showing him how to give you a blow job and I did not realise that Grant was in the room."

"That was foolish of you."

"Yes Master, that is how he discovered my mistr...my training him for you Master...although he does not know that is what I was doing."

"I see, and where is our boy?"

"Still in the room passed out I believe Master."

"Cannot be helped then. I will be there shortly and soon we will start our new life together."

"Yes Master, I look forward to it."

"I am sure you do."

The phone disconnected. Gerard threw it against the wall, destroying it. He sat on the bed and cried for the loss of his brother, the betrayal of his true Master, leaving his friends, and destroying any possibility of Frank being happy and loved. If Gerard was not a coward he would have ended his life, but instead he just wept.

He was close, he was sure of it. Luck was finally with Ryan. The snow had stopped and it was slightly warmer. He found one of those clothing containers that his parents used to put his old clothing in and was fortunate that someone left a bag outside of it. He found clothing that nearly fit him and shoes. They weren't he greatest, but he didn't care. He also found a few coins and was able to get a bottle of water and find out where he was. He had not messed up as badly as he thought. He ran down the streets seeing the houses get bigger and therefore more expensive. He looked up and saw a mansion on the hill.

"That has to be it!"

Ryan ran faster. He was going to do it, he was going to save everyone!

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Frank groaned quietly on the bed. Everything was still foggy and black, and everything still hurt, but he felt like something was different...he just couldn't open his eyes to find out what it was. Maybe he was dead?...was this Hell? He groaned again, the sound barely audible to even his ears.

"Frank? Frank it's me Grant, can you hear me?"

Frank could hear a noise, muffled, close by...a voice? He tried to respond, but all he could do was whimper quietly. Grant picked up an ice chip and gently rubbed it over Frank's cracked lips. Giving any kind of mouth service would cause pain right now. It was clear he was given very little water and Grant suspected very little food too. He felt terrible for the boy. Frank flinched slightly at the sudden cold, but then moaned as he felt the relief it gave, and the cool water that dribbled into his parched mouth. The ice melted quickly so Grant brought another. This time Frank's tongue slipped out so he carefully let him lick it. Ice, this couldn't be Hell if there was ice...maybe he'd made it to Heaven. Frank licked weakly at the ice; it felt wonderful on his dry, swollen tongue.

"Easy my pet, easy, if you open your eyes you may have more, but I do not want you to choke."

Grant took a damp cloth and brushed it lightly over Frank's face. Frank whimpered, he was still in pain, but these little things felt so good...this must be Heaven.

"Come Frankie, come back to me."

A man's voice? Could it be?

"D-dadd-y?"

Grant chuckled lightly.

"I don't usually do those kinds of relationships."

Frank groaned...he was too exhausted to talk...he just wanted to go back to the silent nothingness now.

"I have water for you and something to eat."

Frank whined, the voice was getting a little clearer, which meant that he wasn't going back into the dark. Grant was troubled that the boy was not waking up properly. He carefully slipped his shirt up and gasped. Frank's chest was littered with marks and there was one clear one, a fresh color of a bruise in the shape of a foot.

"I will kill him."

Frank whimpered, shying away a little. Grant got onto the bed with the boy and carefully held him. He continued to feed him ice chips and tell him things were going to be alright. Slowly Frank started to recognise the gentle voice above him, it wasn't his father, it was Grant...and that meant...

"I'm...al-live?"

"Frankie?"

"M-Master G-Grant?"

"Yes Frankie, I'm here."

Frank struggled to open his eyes again and felt a little more proud of himself than he maybe should, when it worked.

"W-what h-happened?"

"That's what I would like to know, but not now...now, I have water for you and soup to eat."

Grant let go of Frank feeling him shiver at the loss of contact.

"Can you sit up for me?"

Frank tried, but cried out as he felt pain rip through his chest and stomach...he fell back against the pillows, gasping for air.

"Easy my pet."

Grant helped ease the boy into a sitting position, keeping close body contact the whole time. He then grabbed the bottle of water.

"Drink for me."

Frank accepted the water as Grant held the bottle to his lips. He took a few small sips then looked up at the older man.

"Am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Am I your pet now...Master?"

Grant could not hide his pain.

"I...want you to be, but I cannot keep you. I failed as a Master."

"No, no please...I'll be good, p-please don't send me away?...not there, not to...him."

"What are you talking about?"

Grant was alarmed that the boy was getting so upset. Did Gerard already have a destination in mind?

"I don't under..."

There was a knock on the door then.

"Yes?"

The door opened and a frightened Patrick stood before him.

"Master Gabriel is here to see you."

Gabe sat in the parlor admiring the decor. Grant did have wonderful taste. He knew that from the moment he saw his pets. They were all delicious in their own ways, but all he ever got was the barest morsel before he had to return them. He did not like that. Frank was the last straw. He schemed for a way to get him back and then Grant himself provided the key by giving him Gerard as a punishment. He got inside Gerard in every way possible. Now all that patience would pay off and he would have both of them. He would break Gerard till he was nothing and then he would have Frank. He would be Frank's first and only. Gabe was in the process of getting rid of the riff raff in the house.

"One down, two to go."

He was furious when he found that one of them had escaped, he punished the other two without mercy. One didn't survive. The taller one still remained though, but he would not last the night in the state he was left in. He would make Gerard do the clean up on that one and then go about teaching them they don't have names, they don't deserve them cause they are scum...although he may decide to let Frank keep his. Calling him Frankie was fun during torture sessions.

"Yes, I like that idea."

Now he sat while the chubby one that he made piss his pants constantly went to fetch Grant. Soon, so soon his plans would be complete.

Ryan stumbled onto the grounds. He was tired, cold, and hurt, but he made it. He had no idea what day or time it was, but it didn't matter. He was going to fix everything. He went to pound on the door when he saw it.

"Oh no!"

Master's car was there. Ryan ducked against the wall. Had he been seen? Did he know? He made his way around to the side of the mansion. He leaned against the wall and started to cry. He hadn't done it. He had failed. He had failed them all.

Pete was in the kitchen fetching ice cream for Patrick. He understood why the other boy was so upset right now, coming face to face with Master Gabriel was always hard on Patrick. Pete had his head in the freezer, searching for the butter pecan, when he heard crying. He thought at first that it was Patrick, but then he realised that it wasn't coming from upstairs, and if it was, it would be echoing a lot more than it was. He frowned and closed the freezer door, trying to work out where the sound was coming from...it didn't take long for him to realise that it was coming from outside. He walked over to the door that lead out to the side of the mansion, and opened it quietly. He looked out and to his right and saw a thin, pale waif of a boy, crying onto his hands.

"Hi, are you ok?"

Ryan looked up. He saw a boy he thought he recognised as one that had been to the Master's in the past.

"I-I-I-Is Master G-Grant around?"

"Yes. He's got a meeting in a few minutes, but he's here. Come inside, you look freezing."

"Th-Th-ank you."

Pete smiled gently and brought the boy into the kitchen. The lights in the room showed him more clearly how young the boy was.

"I'm Pete by the way..."

Pete pulled a chair over to stand next to the oven, that was currently on and had a cake baking inside.

"Come sit...sorry, what's your name?"

"R-Ryan."

"Ryan?...I like that name. Would you like a hot chocolate Ryan?"

The last time Ryan had hot chocolate was when he was seven, before he was sold. He was about to say yes, when he realised why he was here.

"No no, I need to speak with Master Grant, it's an emergency!"

Pete suddenly went wide eyed.

"Wait...I know you, don't I?..."

He stepped a little closer to the boy, but not enough to scare him.

"I saw you, about what, 3 years ago?...at...fuck!...at Master Gabriel's...right?"

Heavy footsteps sounded and Ryan froze. He knew that sound. He started to frantically look at the door to run away. Pete stepped to him quickly when he saw the boy panicking.

"Easy honey, that's not him. Stay here, it's my Master, I'll fetch him. Please stay?"

"No no no, it is him! I have to hide, I have to get away, he'll kill me!"

Ryan's voice was hoarse and he only had a second to duck behind the counter before the kitchen door swung open.

"You...uh...your name begins with...fuck, this is why Slaves don’t get names. Where is your Master?"

Pete swallowed, he hadn't had the displeasure of speaking to, or being spoken at by Master Gabriel since his time in that house...never was too soon to experience it again in his opinion.

"He's tending to one of the other pets, Sir. He's been told you're here and he'll be with you shortly."

"Perhaps you need a review in proper pet manners. I will ask your master if I can have you for a few weeks for...re-training."

Gabe licked his lips and then left. The scent of urine filled the air suddenly. Pete looked down to where Ryan was shaking on the floor...in a puddle.

"Oh honey, don't worry, he's gone now. Come, let's get you cleaned up and I'll find Master Grant for you...ok?"

Ryan couldn't move. He felt like a child. Pete crouched down in front of the boy.

"Do you want to stay here, and I'll go find my Master?"

Ryan shook his head. He didn't want to be seen by a great Master like Grant in this state...but that's why he came. Pete frowned slightly, then made a quick decision and scooped the boy up into his arms...it alarmed him how little the boy weighed. Even though Pete was hardly wearing anything he still looked better than Ryan did. Pete carried Ryan to the door that lead into the laundry room. He elbowed it open and took the boy inside. He walked over to the wash basin in the corner where any hand wash only items were washed, and set Ryan down on the chair next to it. He grabbed a bottle of hand wash out of the cupboard under the basin and handed it to Ryan.

"Ok, I don't have anything else for you to wash with, but this should do. I'll find you a pair of our spare shorts and a t-shirt while you're washing up, then I'll go speak to my Master...ok?"

Ryan just nodded, he was weary and felt like he was going to pass out.

Pete frowned.

"Do you need me to help you?"

Ryan shook his head. All that mattered was getting to their Master.

"You sure?...you look like you're about to pass out."

Ryan nodded again. He watched the boy leave the room and then that's what he did.

(time passes)

"I will try to do my best and sort this mess out Frankie."

Grant had changed his shirt from what he was wearing taking care of the boy. He had finally eaten some of the soup with Grant's help and was looking a bit better.

"Th-thank you Master Grant. I'm r-really worried about his o-other p...slaves."

Grant looked at Frank from the mirror.

"You are all pets and deserve to be."

*knock knock*

Grant moved to open the door and saw Pete. A funny smell was coming from him and his shirt was stained.

"Peter, what is going on?"

Pete looked passed Grant to where Frank lay. He gave him a small smile, then looked up at his Master again.

"Master, can I speak to you in private please...urgently?"

"Master Gabriel is waiting for me."

Pete shivered.

"I know Master, but this really can't wait..."

He leaned in a little closer and lowered his voice.

"And I don't think that Frankie needs to hear this right now."

Grant's eyebrows rose and he ushered Pete out and closed the bedroom door.

"Speak."

Pete took a breath.

"One of Master Gabriel's slaves just showed up here, I found him crying outside the kitchen door. He said that he desperately needs to see you. Master, the boy can't even be 18 yet, and I remember seeing him at Master Gabriel's place three years back. He's so thin and pale, and he's so terrified of his Master that he wet himself at just the sound of Master Gabriel's voice. Please Master, would you come speak to him?...please?"

Grant looked at his pet with such concern. He had never seen Pete like this.

"Yes of course, please lead me to him."

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Gabe was getting bored and upset. Why was Grant making him wait so long.

"Must be one of his simpering pets needed something."

He made himself another drink and then went to the basement door. Grant was a fool and never bothered to lock anything cause he trusted his pets. He went down.

"Master?"

"Well at least you know the sound."

Gerard froze, he was hoping it was Grant. He was willing to tell everything now. He could give Frank to this monster. Instead though it was the monster himself.

"You have trained me well Master."

"Good, now I grow bored waiting for your former master so come and entertain me."

Gerard dropped to his knees and crawled to the bars of the solitary room. Gabe took out his cock and waited. Gerard placed his hands behind his back and went down on him.

"Very good. Soon this will be your task several times a day. Does this make you happy?"

Gerard knew not to answer with anything, but sucking faster. He felt Gabe's hands in his hair and he prepared himself for it. Gabe grabbed a fist full and painfully pulled as he began to ram his cock down Gerard's throat. At one point he even smashed his face into the bar causing a ringing in Gerard's head. Gerard knew he didn't know and if he did, he didn't care.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

Things are getting tense and lives are on the line...what do you think is going to happen?

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