Somewhere I Belong

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

Frank was settling into life in the house more now. He was getting used to the routine, he had no problems with his chores, and he was actually making friends with the other pets.

Frank had started talking music with Mikey, playing scrabble with Patrick, and video games with Bob and Pete...it was only Gerard, his Master, that he didn't get to spend much down time with, only training.

He'd learned quickly that as long as he did his chores, didn't touch Bob's stuff, and did what he was told without question, he could basically just chill out and hang out...in his little shorts, the house uniform.

He was fairly happy with the arrangement, with the exception of one thing...everyone else was getting laid except for him!

Every day, Frank could hear or see the other pets getting touched, fucked, or played with in some way, and sure, he was still a virgin and happy that he hadn't been forced to do something he wasn't ready for...but come on; Frank is a teenage boy with teenage boy hormones and a newly discovered leaning toward the homosexual end of the scale...and everyone was getting off but him. It was frustrating, and he was about five minutes away from shoving his hand in his own pants every time he heard the others start to moan.

He had come to the conclusion that he really wanted Gerard to touch him like he touched Mikey...but Gerard just...wouldn't.

Frank had finished his chores for the day and was laying alone in the bedroom with a book in his hands as he tried to ignore his boner, and the loud sexual noises that were coming from just down the hall. It was getting harder and harder to ignore. He groaned and put the book down then buried his head under his pillow, closing his eyes and trying to think of something else...anything else at all.

"Hey Frankie, what's up?"

Patrick came in fresh from his shower.

"Huh, what?..."

Frank muttered, pulling the pillow off of his head and looking over toward the bathroom.

"Oh, hey Pat."

"You okay?"

Patrick dried his hair with the towel in his hand and hung it around his neck. Frank sighed.

"Yeah, I'm okay just..."

A particularly loud moan sounded out down the hall.

"...do they have to be so...loud?"

Patrick laughed.

"It's Bob. He is actually very quiet during sex cause the noises embarrass him. Master makes him be loud. Soon you will hear actual words coming from him."

"Oh..."

Frank wasn't sure what to say to that.

"...that's..."

"YES...OH YES MASTER."

Frank's eyes widened.

"I see what you mean."

"Yeah, you'll get used to it."

Patrick hung the towel up from his hair and then slipped the one off his waist. He started to dry his arms and legs. Frank swallowed, his eyes widening as he felt his cock twitch in his shorts. Patrick lifted his leg onto his bunk to dry between his legs.

"Fuck."

Frank groaned quietly before covering his head with his pillow again. Patrick looked for his shorts.

"Not again, that little shit."

Patrick sighed.

"Hey Frankie, have you seen Pete. He took my shorts again."

Frank shook his head, still under his pillow.

"Not for a while."

"Can you help me find them? My others are in the wash and its Mikey's wash day, which means he’s getting fucked on the machine instead of doing the laundry."

Frank squeezed his eyes shut for a moment then reappeared from underneath his pillow.

"Sure Pat."

He said with red cheeks as he slipped out of his bunk and tried to not look at his friend's naked cock.

Patrick got down on his knees and looked under the bunks.

"Oh for fuck sake Pat..."

Frank groaned, turning his back on the older boy.

"...you're killin' me here."

"What are you talking about?"

Patrick's voice was muffled as he crawled into the bunk and looked where the wall met the bed. Frank whined as he turned his head to look over and all he could see was Patrick's ass. His shorts were becoming seriously uncomfortable right now.

"Ugh, I'm having no luck, what about you Fran...Frankie! You aren't even looking!"

Patrick crawled off the bed and crossed his arms with a huff.

"I bet you helped Pete hide them."

Frank swallowed, trying to keep his eyes anywhere that wasn't on the naked boy in front of him.

"I didn't...I promise."

Patrick stalked up to Frank.

"You did, cause I know you are hiding something."

Frank squeezed his eyes shut again, his whole face feeling on fire.

"No, it's just that...and..."

He sighed dramatically.

"I've basically got blue balls and you're waving your cock around like it's perfectly normal."

"Oh? Oh! Oh."

Patrick got a mischievous look on his face.

"Why Frankie, do I make you horny baby, do I?"

He reached out and palmed Frank.

Frank gasped, his eyes shooting open wide, then flicking down and back up.

"Uh..."

He tried to step back, but his legs met the edge of the double bed.

"Pat?"

His voice came out in a squeak.

"You can be honest with me."

Patrick stepped closer pushing his hand harder against Frank. He leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"I'm your friend Frankie and friends help each other out...right?"

"I *gulp* I never...but now...Pat?"

Frank was struggling for words right now, what with his painfully hard boner in his embarrassingly tight shorts, and his naked friend stood less than a foot away from him.

"Let me take care of this for you."

Patrick gave Frank a gentle push onto the bed. He the kneeled down and released Frank's cock.

"Oh...well it is hard to believe you are only 16 when you are packing like that."

Frank blinked down at Patrick with his eyes wide...he couldn't believe this was happening right now...not that he was complaining of course. Patrick took Frank's silence as a green light and he leaned in and nuzzled his cock. Frank twitched, his fingers gripping onto the covers beneath him, his legs spreading slightly without his consent. Patrick licked a stripe up from the base to the head. He dipped his tongue in the slit.

"OhHolyFUCK!"

Patrick smiled at the exclamation. He knew he was good at this. He continued to swirl his tongue around the head. Frank swallowed, his mind short-circuiting a bit as his eyes flicked toward the door. What if someone caught them?...would he get in trouble?...would he be punished? He supposed that if he got punished, it would likely be by Gerard, and then at least the older boy would be touching him in some way or other but...but he would much prefer to not be punished, if it were up to him, so he kept watching the door and listening for footsteps but OH MY GOD!...it was hard to concentrate when Patrick was doing...that with his tongue. Patrick drove him crazy for another ten minutes with his tongue before he finally took him full in his mouth and showed off his deep throating skills. Frank completely forgot about the threat of being discovered now as his head fell back, his eyes closed, his mouth hung open and a moan that was an octave or two higher than a boy his age should be able to make escaped from his throat as his hips thrust up slightly of their own accord. Patrick took it too. He loved having his mouth fucked.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Pete said with a smirk from the doorway. Frank jolted so hard in shock that he inadvertently choked Patrick with his cock, his eyes going wide as his head snapped toward the door. Patrick pulled off hacking and gasping for air, his eyes full of tears.

"Don't stop on my account."

Pete chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. Frank just stared, his face red and no idea in his head of what to do or say next.

"Pete, you’re a fucking *cough cough* ass."

"Oh you love my ass Patty, don't deny it...but right now I think you should get back to what you were focused on before, cause y'know, Frank's cock ain't gonna suck itself."

Patrick grinned through his tears and then turned back to Frank.

"You didn't hurt me, don't worry, it just surprised me."

Frank nodded slightly, still too stunned to speak.

Patrick shuffled forward and took Frank's cock in his mouth again. Frank shuddered, his eyes rolling back as he forgot his own name.

"Damn that's hot."

Pete breathed, slipping his hand inside his own shorts. Patrick was an exhibitionist too so he really put on a show for Pete as well as making sure Frank was enjoying everything. Unfortunately, even though Frank was hung for a 16-year-old, he had the libido of a 16-year-old too, which meant that Patrick's mouth was full of cum before he could blink. Frank flopped back on the sheets like a fish gasping for air on dry land. His brain couldn't really comprehend the fact that he'd just received his first ever blow job, but there was a dopey smile on his face that said he'd enjoyed it, even if he couldn't say that (or anything) in words right now. Pete groaned from just inside the room where he was now leaning against the wall with his cock out and his hand working rapidly up and down his length. Patrick crawled over to Pete.

"Would you like some help with that?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

Pete smiled. Patrick pushed Pete against the wall and took his cock into his mouth.

"Oh YES!"

Pete exclaimed, shoving his hands into Patrick's hair and pulling on it as he started to immediately fuck into the other boy's wonderfully talented mouth. This is what Patrick had wished Frank had done. Pete twisted his hands roughly, probably pulling some of the hair out but he knew how much Patrick got off on the pain, so he knew it was cool. He fucked Patrick's mouth harder, faster, groaning as he felt himself getting close. Frank rolled his head to the side and just watched, he didn't have the strength to move more than that. He felt his cock twitch back to life in interest...come on, he's 16, are you surprised? Patrick squeezed Pete's balls as he continued to deep throat him.

"Yeah, like *uh* like that bitch..."

Pete growled out.

"Close."

Patrick pulled off.

"Cum *pant pant* cum on my face."

Pete nodded, grabbing his cock and jerking it just three times fast before cumming hard, streaking Patrick's face, some even getting in his hair.

"Fuck!"

Frank exclaimed from the bed, laying there with his half-hard cock hanging out of his shorts watching them. Patrick licked his lips as he felt the warm liquid splash on him. He turned back to Frank.

"Hard again are we?"

Frank blushed and nodded slightly...it's not like he could lie, it was right there!

Pete slumped down the wall with a big grin on his face.

"Go help him out Patty...I'm fucked."

Patrick was in heaven. He had not gotten this much cock in his mouth in a long time. He knew he was going to get in so much trouble, but it was so worth it.

"Fuck yes."

Frank crawled back over to Frank and slipped out of his shorts. He climbed into Frank's lap and gripped both their cocks. He started to stroke them as he pulled the new pet up to him and kissed him. This was another first for Frank, but again, he wasn't complaining. He wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he kind of just left them hanging at his sides as he tentatively kissed back and enjoyed all the new sensations he was getting to experience today...his cock was definitely enjoying it, and he already knew that he wasn't going to last long...again. He was kind of embarrassed actually at how quick he was coming undone again, but Patrick didn't seem to care, so he just went with it. Patrick panted in Frank's mouth as he jerked them off.

"Ah shit, fuck, yes!"

He painted their stomachs with their cum and then brought his hand up to lick it clean.

"Want some?"

Frank's eyes widened.

"What?"

Patrick smirked. He licked a large drop of cum off his hand and then kissed Frank pushing it into his mouth. Frank's eyes widened even more and his hands flailed for a moment before finally finding a place on Patrick's shoulders as he let go and accepted what was happening. It really didn't taste as bad as he thought it would.

"Well...what do we have here?"

Grant was standing in the doorway with a very tired and satisfied Bob. Pete looked up with lidded eyes and a stupid grin on his face, while Frank flailed again and pulled back from Patrick before falling backward off the bed with a thud and a groan.

"Does someone care to explain?"

Grant was surprisingly calm. Frank just groaned quietly...he'd landed on his back and wasn't about to move anytime soon. Pete pointed toward Patrick with the stupid grin still in place.

"I...I saw that the new pet was uncomfortable and wanted to help him out, Master."

"Well that is all well in good as I see you did the same with Peter, but Frankie is not my pet Patrick."

Frank groaned a bit as he shuffled up onto his knees and peered over the edge of the bed.

"Am I in trouble?"

"That is not for me to decide, that is for your Master, however, these two have some atoning for. Patrick, Peter...basement."

"Yes, Master."

Patrick gave a small smile to Frank and then headed out the door. Pete frowned but knew better than to argue. He stood on shaky, post-orgasm legs and followed Patrick out. Frank knelt there and watched them go. He looked up at Grant.

"What should I do Master?"

"Wait here for your Master to return."

Frank nodded.

"Yes, Master."

Grant looked at the pet and then closed the door.

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"I swear Mikey that is the only reason that you like laundry duty."

Gerard had an arm around his brother's waist as they walked back to the room.

"You know it would probably take less time if you didn't spend it trying to get off.

"Yeah but where's the fun in that?"

Gerard laughed as he stopped in front of the door.

"You, my dear baby brother are a nympho I swear."

"And you're not?..."

Mikey laughed before stepping into the bedroom.

"Oh hi, Frankie."

Frank was on his knees on the floor next to the bed. He looked up.

"Mikey..."

He swallowed nervously.

"Master."

"Hey, Frankie."

Gerard walked in and flopped onto his bed blissed out. His brother wears him out a lot. Frank stayed on his knees. He swallowed then looked over.

"Master...I m-misbehaved. I'm sorry Master."

Mikey looked up from where he was putting his spare shorts away. His eyes flicked from Frank to Gerard, then back...waiting to see what would happen next.

"Misbehaved? How?"

Gerard sat up slightly to look at Frank. He ignored that Frank called him master instead of Gerard. Frank swallowed again, dropping his eyes to the floor.

"I...I had an...an erection and I let Patrick...I let him..."

He was bright red by now as he stuttered over his words.

"What? Patrick took advantage of you?"

Now Gerard was concerned. He knew Frank was a virgin and that no one was supposed to touch him. He kneeled in front of the boy.

"What did he do to you?"

Frank was shaking slightly, his fingernails digging deep grooves into his palms behind his back.

"He...he sucked my c-cock, then Pete's...then he...he..."

"Oh no Frankie, that was your first time too!"

He pulled Frank in his arms and hugged him.

"I'm so sorry that I was not here to stop him."

Frank's face screwed up in confusion.

"I'm n-not in trouble?"

"Why would you be in trouble?"

"Because P-Patrick and Pete were?..."

Frank didn't mean for it to come out sounding like a question, but it did.

"Master Grant took them to the b-basement."

Gerard looked at Frank and his brother. What was he not getting? They were wrong so they deserved punishment. Mikey put down the shorts and joined his brother and Frank on the floor. He ducked his head to meet Frank's eye.

"Frankie...did you give Patrick permission?"

"I...I didn't say no."

"But you didn't actually give verbal consent. Frankie...did Patrick hurt you?..."

Frank shook his head.

"Did you like what he did?..."

Frank nodded.

"Frankie, did you cum?"

Frank hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Mikey turned to look at Gerard.

"It's up to you Gee."

Gerard was really confused now.

"What's up to me?"

"Gee, you are Frankie's Master. It is up to you to decide if he gets punished for breaking the rules and cumming without permission...and it's up to you what that punishment would be..."

He stood, ruffled Frank's hair then headed out of the room. He stopped at the door and looked back at the two boys on the floor.

"I'll see you both at dinner."

Gerard watched his brother go and then looked back at Frank. He didn't want to punish him. He knew how much he hated punishments. Still he should do something right?

"So...um...go take a shower and then clean up the bedroom."

That should be good enough. He knew Frank was good at doing this anyway.

"Oh and don't touch Bob's stuff."

"Yes Master."

“Frankie…it’s Gerard remember?”

“Right sorry Gerard.”

Frank said quietly as he stood and headed toward the bathroom. Gerard was satisfied. He lay down on his bed for a quick nap before dinner.

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Frank came out of the bathroom wearing nothing, as his shorts were covered in cum, and he had forgotten his spare pair when he went to wash. He decided that if he was going to clean the room again, he might as well get dressed afterward, so his clean pair of shorts stayed clean. He set to work by changing the cum stained sheets on the double bed first...trying hard to stay quiet and not wake Gerard up.

"Fuck."

Patrick stumbled into the room. He had lashes all over his body and his shorts were torn.

Frank looked up, his eyes widening.

"Are y-you okay?"

He asked quietly as he took a step closer.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Look Frankie, I'm sorry, I had no right to do that to you and..."

Frank shook his head slightly, looking at the floor.

"I didn't say no."

"You didn't say yes either and I made it hard for you to speak at all."

Patrick chuckled and then groaned.

Frank frowned slightly.

"Are you hurt?...can I get you anything?"

"Nothing I can't handle kiddo."

Patrick patted Frank on the head and then felt his hand being wrenched away hard.

"You do not get to touch him."

Gerard was behind Patrick squeezing his wrist. His voice was deadly steady. Frank backed up a step, his eyes widening. He'd never seen Gerard like this before.

"Gee...I..."

"No, you listen to me; you did that to Frank without his consent. He was a virgin in every way before that moment. You are lucky that Master caught you and not me."

"And what would you have done Gerard?"

Gerard looked up and saw Grant with a still bound Pete tossed over Bob's shoulder. Bob walked in and dropped Pete on the main bed. He groaned in pain. Frank started shaking as he watched everything happening around him. He should've just said no, then none of this would be happening at all, and Gerard wouldn't be holding Patrick, and Patrick wouldn't be hurt, and Pete wouldn't be hurt and it was all his fault and his breath was getting choppy now as his legs shook beneath him and threatened to give out.

"Stop."

He whispered, right before his knees gave way beneath him and he landed in a small naked heap on the floor.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So I SAID this chapter would be up within the hour, so here it is, and Frankie finally got some...hehe.

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