Somewhere I Belong

Frank tried to take stock. He was kneeling on the floor in the back of a big black stretch limo. He had been given clothes to wear, so he wasn't naked right now, which was a nice change. He also wasn't tied up or shackled...another nice surprise. The tall man with the suit and bald head was sat on the comfy looking red velvet bench seat, facing forward, but currently tapping away on a cellphone. The boy who he'd been told he could call 'Mikey', was sat at the other end of the seat, his head rested on the shoulder of the other boy, the older boy with the long black hair and soft eyes...his Master, who was sat in the middle. Frank sat quietly with his head down. He hadn't been told he could speak, or move from his spot...but the carpeted floor of the limo was considerably more comfortable than the floor of any of the cages he'd been kept in, so he counted his lucky stars for that...for now. He didn't know where they were going, as no one had thought to tell him, but he had a feeling that things were about to get even more interesting for him when they arrived at their destination.

"So Frank, tell us something about yourself."

Gerard was startled when Grant put his phone away and began to talk to the boy on the floor. Frank swallowed but didn't look up. No one had asked him about himself since he'd left the orphanage...he wasn't expecting this and was unsure what he should say.

"My...my name's Frank, I'm 16 years old...and I have no family."

He bit his lip at the last.

"Did you run away?"

Gerard covered his mouth quickly. He should not have spoken.

"It's okay my pet, he is yours after all."

Frank shook his head.

"No Master."

He said quietly.

Gerard felt Mikey tugging at his sleeve. Gerard knew what the next question should be.

"Did they kick you out?"

"No Master."

Gerard didn't have any more questions and looked to his Master for help. Grant chuckled and patted Gerard on the head.

"You'll get used to it my pet. Don’t worry. Ah, here we are."

The limo pulled to a stop and the door was opened. Grant stepped out first followed by Gerard and then Mikey.

"Come Frankie."

Frank crawled to the door then climbed out. He stood quietly with his head down, awaiting instructions.

"Welcome to your new home Frankie. What do you think?"

Frank looked up and his jaw dropped. In front of him was an enormous white mansion, with big windows and columns either side of the double front doors.

"It's...wow..."

He swallowed, blushing slightly as he glanced at his new Master.

"I mean it's beautiful Master."

He corrected himself quietly, eyes dropping back to the ground.

"It's alright Frankie, I know it is quite amazing. Come, let's go inside."

"Yes, Master."

The door opened automatically and Grant walked in followed by Gerard and Mikey.

Frank followed silently behind with his hands behind his back and his head lowered...though he couldn't stop his eyes from flitting around the huge entrance hall.

"Hello, Master."

Two voices said in unison as Frank saw two boys, both wearing shorts and t-shirts, appear from a doorway on the right, and walk over arm in arm to each kiss Grant on the cheek.

"Welcome home."

Pete grinned up at his Master.

"You bought a new pet?"

Bob asked, looking over curiously at Frank. Frank unconsciously moved a step closer to his new young Master. A third boy stepped up and took Grant's coat.

"Do we have a new brother?"

Grant laughed.

"Pete, this is Frankie. Frankie belongs to Gerard."

"Master, I don’t understand. Can you please explain?"

Gerard was very confused.

Grant touched his face.

"Later my pet, right now, you need to show Frankie to the bedroom."

"Yes, Master. Please follow me, Frankie."

Gerard began to leave the room.

"May we go too Master?"

Patrick returned from hanging up Grant's coat.

"Yes you may, but be quick about it."

Frank followed close behind his young Master.

"Where are you from Frankie?"

Pete asked, linking his arm with the younger boys. Frank jumped slightly and opened his mouth to answer.

"How old are you?"

Bob stepped to Frank's other side and linked their arms. Frank jumped again, looking between the two in alarm.

"Err...Jersey, and 16."

Frank followed close behind his young Master and Mikey who was practically glued to his side. Gerard just kept walking forward to the bedroom. He opened the door and stepped in. The room was three times what a normal bedroom was. One side had six bunk beds against the wall. The other side had a king size bed.

"This is our bedroom. We sleep in the bunk beds. The large bed is for when our Master wants to play with one of us. He can choose to stay here and let us watch or he can go to the playroom."

Frank swallowed, trying to take this in.

"Yes, Master.

"So what did Master mean when he said he's your's Gee?"

Patrick hopped into his bunk, banging his hip on the wood on purpose.

"I don't really know yet. I keep thinking it was a mistake or perhaps a joke."

"He wouldn't do that Gee..."

Mikey said, leaning into Gerard's side.

"Master doesn't make mistakes...and he'd never joke like that."

Frank stood where Bob and Pete had left him, just inside the doorway. He kept his head down and silently listened.

"Have you been particularly good lately Gee?"

Pete asked as he grabbed Bob's hand and dragged him over to sit on his bunk with him.

"Did you 'bend over backward' for him?"

Pete smirked, air quoting his double entendre. Bob giggled next to him.

"Oh shut up Pete. I am always good."

"Maybe that's it? Maybe you deserve a reward?"

Gerard turned to Patrick again.

"Still...my own..."

"So what are you gonna do with him?"

Pete interrupted, nodding his head to Frank...still in the doorway.

"Well I mean it's not like we don’t have to room."

Gerard pointed to the empty bunk.

"Plus you either share with Mikey or your bunk is empty."

Patrick smirked.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

Pete pouted. Bob stroked his hair and Pete grinned. Frank swallowed. He was pretty sure he knew what the other boy meant.

"Eeww Pete, I'm not going to do anything. I belong to Master...and Mikey. I don't want anyone else."

"But Master said he's your's now..."

Mikey said, looking from Gerard to the silent boy by the door...then back.

"What if Master orders you to?"

"Then I will obey, but..."

Gerard turned and took Mikey into his arms.

"...no one is ever going to take your place."

He leaned in a kissed him. Mikey smiled, melting into the kiss, his hands going to Gerard's hair.

"I'd say get a room but..."

Pete smirked and Bob chuckled.

"How about just a bed?"

Everyone turned as Grant entered the room. He placed a hand on the new addition.

"Aren't they beautiful together? The crown jewels in my collection."

Frank jumped slightly, then looked up at the older man for a moment before following his eyes to his young Master and Mikey.

"Yes, Master."

"My precious pets, why don't you go on the bed and give us all a show."

Gerard knew this was not a request even if it sounded like one. He broke the kiss with Mikey and took his hand leading him to the large bed on the other side of the room. He heard the other pets following them. Patrick took up his favorite place by the fire place where he could feel his skin slightly burned. Pete pulled Bob over to sit on the raised floor so they had a good view. They settled down on the rug to watch. Frank bit his lip, unsure what he was meant to do.

"Come, Frankie, you are in for a real treat."

"Yes, Master."

Frank answered quietly, following the taller man further into the room. Grant took his usual seat and motioned for Frank to sit near Patrick.

"Yes, Master."

Frank said softly before walking over and kneeling by the other boy, just a little further from the fire than him.

"Whenever you are ready my pets."

Grant motioned to the boys on the bed.

"Yes, Master."

Gerard looked at Mikey and lifted his arms up. Mikey smiled softly at his brother, reaching out to pull Gerard's shirt up and off before discarding it off the side of the bed, then lifting his own arms. Frank watched curiously. Gerard smiled at Mikey and the rest of the room melted away. Mikey moved forward once his shirt was gone. He crawled into Gerard's lap, his long legs wrapping around his brother's small waist as he wound his arms around Gerard's neck, fingers tangling in the back of his long hair.

"Hi."

He whispered, a soft smile on his lips as he brushed their noses together.

"Hi."

Gerard kissed Mikey and held him tightly.

"It's easy to see why they are his favorite isn't it?"

Patrick leaned in and whispered to Frank. Frank looked at the other boy and shrugged slightly.

"I guess."

He said quietly, turning back to the show. Gerard laid Mikey down and began to undo his pants. Once they were discarded he took Mikey's cock into his mouth.

"Uh...oh yes."

Mikey breathed, his eyes slipping closed and back arching delicately.

"Robert, help Gee with his pants. Peter come here and sit in my lap."

"Yes, Master."

The boys said in unison. They gave each other a quick kiss then parted to their tasks. Pete walked over to Grant and climbed into the older man's lap, while Bob walked over and got onto the bed behind Gerard. He reaching through between his slightly spread legs. He let his hand purposely brush over the other boy's cock as he unzipped his jeans, then pulled them down to reveal the boy's naked ass beneath. Gerard wasn't worried that Bob would interfere, he would do what he was told then go back to where he was sitting.

"Robert, get me the rope."

"Yes, Master."

Bob climbed back off of the bed with Gerard's pants in his hand. He dropped them on top of Mikey's on the floor, then went to a large dark wooden blanket box that had heavy cast iron hinges, handles, and studs on it. He opened the box and took out several lengths of rope. He closed the box then took the rope to Grant.

"Master."

He bowed slightly as he held the rope out.

Grant took the rope and ran it through the back of his chair. He then tethered Pete to it.

"Robert take Peter's pants off and tease him."

"Yes, Master."

Bob dropped onto his knees in front of Pete and reached up to undo the boy's short shorts. With careful fingers, he unzipped them then pulled them down as Pete lifted his bottom up a little. Once the shorts were half way down Pete's thighs, Pete sat back down and Bob finished removing them, revealing that Pete too was without underwear. Frank had looked over to see what was happening, and came to the conclusion that underwear was probably not worn by any of the boys...and come to think of it, he himself hadn't been given any when he was given the pants and shirt to put on in the car. Bob dropped the shorts beside himself on the floor then reached out and wrapped his fingers lightly around his friend's already semi-hard cock. Pete moaned at the contact, biting his lip to try to keep the sounds inside. Gerard could hear everything behind him, but he was good at blocking it out. He also was good at blow jobs which is why he knew Mikey was close. Mikey knew that he wasn't allowed to cum though without Grant's permission.

"Michael, I want you to get on your hands and knees now."

"Y-yes M *gasp* Master."

Mikey shifted over onto his hands and knees, his ass pointing toward Gerard. He wiggled it a little, sticking it out teasingly. Gerard wanted to grab Mikey and just plow into him, but he knew about the show. He grabbed the lube and instead of staying behind Mikey he moved to the side. He used one hand to spread Mikey open and show off his opening. The other hand he lubed up and he slowly began to push his finger inside. Mikey keened, his head dropping down below his shoulders and his fingers fisting at the silk sheets below him. Frank's breath caught as he felt his cock twitch slightly. He closed his eyes...this shouldn't be turning him on. Frank really hadn't thought about his own sexuality...he hadn't exactly been in a normal teenage environment after all...but maybe this was a sign? He opened his eyes to watch again. Mikey was down on his elbows now, his ass in the air with two of Gerard's fingers inside him...he couldn't help the loud moan that escaped his lips as his brother's finger brushed over his prostate.

"That's enough Gerard."

Gerard obeyed and pulled his fingers out. He then moved up behind Mikey and lined himself up. He pushed his cock in.

"Ahh..."

Mikey gasped out, throwing his head back. His eyes were closed and mouth open. Patrick squirmed in his seat. He wanted to jerk off so badly, but he knew he couldn't...still if he did he would get punished. The thought of it turned him on even more, so he pushed his hand in his shorts. Frank saw this out of the corner of his eye, and his cheeks started to turn red...they were literally sitting a couple feet apart. Grant was amused by his pets on the bed as well as the one in his lap. Pete was straining against his bonds and Bob continued to tease him. He looked over to see how their newest pet was getting on and was not surprised to see one of his pets being naughty. He chuckled inside, He knew that Patrick was looking to be disciplined for his actions. That might be a good plan for dessert tonight. Pete squirmed as Bob ran his finger across his slit lightly. He was so hard now that it hurt.

"Gerard, I want to see Michael ride you."

"Yes *pant pant* Master."

Gerard pulled out and lay down. Mikey whined at the loss but was quick to turn around and crawl up over his brother. Once he was straddling Gerard's narrow hips, he reached beneath himself and took hold of Gerard's cock. He lined himself up, then sunk down in one smooth movement.

"Beautiful."

Grant admired his two treasures. He then leaned over and whispered in Pete's ear.

"When this is over you and I are going to the play room."

"Uh...yes Master."

"Robert can join us and watch me fuck you and then he can suck the cum from your ass."

"Yes please, Master *gasp* yes please."

"Ah ah ah, Master..."

Gerard was having a very hard time holding his orgasm off. He caught sight of Patrick jerking off and Bob's teasing of Pete and he couldn't take much more. He looked up at Mikey to see if he was doing any better. Mikey was lifting himself up and dropping back down. His thighs were burning but he wasn't about to stop. He had his hands on Gerard's waist and his head tipped back a little. His eyes were screwed shut and his mouth hung open obscenely, little "uh uh uhs" sounding out in the warm room.

He was really close.

"Master..."

Gerard's voice was ragged and begging. Frank was pretty much certain now that he was gay...or at the least, curious. The cotton pants he'd been given were stretched out more than he'd ever had before.

"M-Master?"

Mikey whined, desperate for permission to cum.

"Just a bit longer. I don't think we are all ready yet."

"I'm ready *gasp* Master."

Pete whimpered. Bob lifted his head to look at Grant.

"I'm always ready Master."

"I guess that just leaves one more."

Frank's eyes widened. He couldn't mean him...could he?

"Ready Master."

Patrick stuttered his words.

"Well then cum for me my pets."

Frank quietly sighed in relief. Mikey was the first to cum, slamming himself down hard, with Gerard's cock aimed straight onto his prostate. He came in white streaks across Gerard's stomach and chest.

"Oh Fuck Mikey!"

Gerard bucked his hips up as he filled Mikey up with his cum. Mikey cried out as he rode out his orgasm.

Suddenly Pete was cumming...all over Bob's face with a scream on his lips.

"AHHH!"

Frank's head shot to his right in surprise as his own hard cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants as Patrick screamed as he came.

"MASTER!"

Frank jumped again as Bob cried out as he came, untouched.

"Very good my pets. A wonderful show...wouldn't you agree Frankie?"

Frank looked shakily up at the older man. He swallowed deeply and nodded.

"Y-yes Master."

Grant untied Pete and let Bob catch him. He then got up and petted Gerard and Mikey.

"You made me most proud."

"Thank you, Master."

Mikey smiled up at Grant sleepily from his spot on Gerard's chest.

"Rest now my pets. We will be having dinner later."

Grant walked over to Patrick and grabbed him by the hair.

"Someone was naughty."

"Ah, yes Master."

Grant said nothing more but dragged Patrick out of the room closing the door. Frank knelt wide-eyed, staring at the door. He was a little confused. He knew that Patrick hadn't been told to touch himself, so (if Frank understood things correctly), that was how he'd been naughty, and why he was apparently about to be punished for it. But then...why was there a smile on his face as he was dragged out by his hair?

Frank looked around at the other boys for some sort of explanation.

Pete was pouting.

"Why does Patrick do that?"

He asked Bob, who was helping him over toward the bathroom in the corner to clean up.

"Master was gonna take you and me into the play room, and now Patrick's with him instead."

Bob shrugged.

"You know what Pat's like...he chooses the punishments over the rewards every time."

"Selfish."

Pete muttered as they disappeared through the door. Frank looked up at the two on the bed. Mikey looked like he was asleep, but he could see that his young Master was still awake, carding his hand through the other boy's hair. Frank cleared his throat.

"Um...Master?"

He said quietly.

"He will be back later. You should go clean up."

Frank looked down dejectedly.

"Yes, Master."

He whispered before standing and heading toward the bathroom as Pete and Bob reappeared.

"You ok Frankie?"

Pete asked as they passed him.

"I'm fine."

Frank walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So Frank's at the house, and everyone's having fun...do you think he'll like his new home?

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