Somewhere I Belong

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

"So Grant, how is the new pet?"

Grant took a sip of his tea.

"He seems to getting along great with the other pets."

"Very nice...and how is the new...master?"

Grant sighed.

"He is rough going, but he is getting there. Michael seems to be a good asset for him."

"I think Michael's ass is good for someone else too."

"Now now now, none of that."

"You treat him like a favored child."

"I do favor him, that is why I gave him his own pet."

"Yes, but how is his training going?"

"That is..."

"So give him to me for a few days. I am sure he will benefit from it, just look at Patrick."

"You may be right Gabe, you may be right."

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Frank had done his chores for the day and was sitting in his bunk, reading some trashy romance novel he'd found stuffed down the back of the couch in the lounge while he was cleaning in there earlier. He wasn't sure whose book it was, as there was no name written in it, and he couldn't think which of the pets would choose to read something like that, especially as it was purely heterosexual romance...not a hint of gay in sight. He was actually quite enjoying the story, but he hadn't gotten to any sexy bits yet, and was kind of curious as to how he was going to react to them....considering his newfound gayness. He didn't hear as someone walked in the room.

"Frankie."

Grant stood in the doorway.

Frank looked up, then quickly put the book down and scrambled out of the bunk when he saw who had spoken.

"Yes Master Grant. Do you need me?"

He asked, his hands automatically going behind his back. Master Grant hardly ever spoke to him alone like this, it made him a little nervous.

"Yes Frankie. Would you please come with me?"

"Yes Master Grant."

Frank nodded before following the older man from the room. Grant led Frank to his office. There another man sat with dark hair. He smiled at Frank, but it was cold.

"Have a seat Frankie."

"Yes Master Grant."

Frank knelt down on the carpeted floor like a good pet, his hands behind his back.

"At least he knows that much."

Gabe looked at the boy. He was fresh, easily molded; he could be an amazing pet, fully submissive and willing. Frank didn't know what was going on, or who this man was...but he had a very uneasy feeling right now.

"He is a very good pet and he listens to Gerard quite well."

"Still, outside training is never a bad idea and I know that you are happy with the other pets that I have trained for you."

Frank swallowed, that uneasy feeling getting worse.

"True."

"Well then the discussion is fairly moot isn't it?"

"Yes, but you forget something."

"What's that?"

"Frankie is not my pet."

"Of course he is."

"No he is Gerard's."

"Yes, but Gerard is yours and you can tell him to give Frank to me."

Frank knew who this was now...this was Master Gabriel, the trainer that all the other pets were frightened of. Frank started to shake.

"You know that is not how I operate Gabriel."

"Yes, but this would be for the benefit of your pet."

"You may talk to Gerard if you like."

Gabriel scoffed.

"I am not going to speak to a pet as an equal."

Frank's breathing got heavier and more uneven the more he heard.

"Well that is the only way that you will get to Frankie."

Grant looked at the shaking pet.

"You may go now Frankie, thank you."

Frank nodded once.

"Th-thank you Master G-Grant."

He stuttered out before getting shakily to his feet, bowing slightly then leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind himself. The second the door clicked shut, Frank ran. He ran as fast as his shaky legs could carry him while he gasped for breath that wouldn't come. He wasn't sure where he was running to, but he knew who; Gerard...if he could find him.

"Are you sure about this Gerard?"

"Yes, now please hold still."

"Why do I have to wear socks though?"

"Do not question the artist."

Patrick sighed as he stood naked on top of a wooden crate.

Frank stumbled as he hit the stairs. He started up, he needed to get to the bedroom, hoping that Gerard would be there. He made it to the little landing halfway up the grand staircase then headed up the second half. Just four steps from the top he tripped and fell back down to the landing with a thud and a pained gasp before curling up in a ball, shaking and struggling to breathe.

"Did you hear that?"

Gerard stopped sketching.

"Yeah, what do you think it was?"

Patrick listened for more noises, but heard none.

"I bet it's Pete or Mikey fooling around. You know how much they hate dusting."

Gerard laughed.

"Yeah, Pete will think twice before he makes a bet with Bob again."

"And drag Mikey into it."

The two chuckled thinking nothing of the noise.

Frank tried to get his breathing under control but he couldn't as he thought of everything the other pets had said about that man. Dark spots started to invade his vision.

"I'm gonna make a start upstairs before we get in trouble for messing around."

Mikey said over his shoulder to Pete as he left the living room and started toward the stairs.

"Aww, but we were having fun."

Pete whined. Mikey laughed and headed up. A few steps before the central landing...

"Frankie?!..."

Mikey ran up the last steps and dropped to his knees before shouting out.

"GERARD!"

Gerard jumped hearing his brother yell for him. He dropped his sketchbook and ran out of the room with Patrick on his heels.

"MIKEY!"

"GERARD, DOWN HERE!"

Pete heard Mikey's shout as well and came out of the living room at a run, and dashed straight up the stairs. Gerard skidded in the hallway and stopped short at the stairs. Patrick slid into him and Gerard grabbed him and the railing just in time to avoid them both falling.

"Thanks Gee."

Gerard looked down and saw Mikey on the second landing with Frank.

"Holy fuck!"

Gerard flew down the stairs and landed on his knees next to them both.

"What the fuck happened?

"I don't know. I was coming upstairs and I just found him here...I think he fell."

Mikey looked at Gerard with concerned eyes. Pete stepped around them and pulled Patrick into his arms. Patrick might have been more awkward standing in just socks with the other pets, but how much Gerard was upset and worried about Frankie took precedence over all right now. Mikey put his hand on Gerard's arm.

"Gee, he'll be okay..."

He looked up.

"Patrick could you...why are you just wearing socks?..."

He shook his own question away.

"Never mind. Could you and Pete go fetch Master please?"

"That won't be necessary Michael."

Everyone looked up and saw Bob standing with Grant and...Master Gabriel.

"What seems to be the problem here?"

"We think Frank fell. I found him here Master."

"Humph, clumsy pets have no place in my household."

"Well this isn't your household."

Patrick looked down at Gerard surprised that he spoke to Master Gabriel like that.

"Excuse me?"

"My pet is potentially hurt and that is my main concern, not you."

Mikey squeezed Gerard's arm slightly, gaining his attention.

"Calm down Gee."

"Grant did you hear that?"

"I did indeed. Gerard, can you explain yourself?"

Gerard swallowed hard looking at his possibly broken pet.

"A master should be concerned about his pet and take care of them properly."

"And would you say that this is agreeable in order to see them at their best for their master?"

"Absolutely."

"Well then, it seems that your pet could do with a bit of help. Would you agree on that too?"

"I would make sure that he gets any help that he needs."

"In order to serve his master better yes?"

"Yes."

"Well then, there you have your answer Master Gabriel. You may take Frankie so that he may be trained to serve his master better."

Mikey looked up with shock.

"No!"

Pete and Bob said in unison, before both dropping their heads at the looks they were receiving. Mikey looked at Gerard, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"Gee?"

"Wait...I...said that?"

Gabriel smirked.

"Indeed you did...Master Gerard."

Bob had joined Pete in hugging Patrick, he knew how much Patrick was scared of Master Gabriel. He and Pete held the younger boy between them protectively as they watched this nightmare unfold. Mikey bit his lip, he was in no position to help his brother right now, except by just being there. He stroked his thumb over the skin of Gerard's arm to remind him that he wasn't alone.

"Well then...say goodbye to Frankie Gerard, you will see him in a few weeks."

Gerard was dumbfounded. He could not even speak. Gabriel started to climb the stairs towards them.

"You have to let him go Gee..."

Mikey said quietly.

"He'll be okay."

Everyone watched as Gabriel picked up Frank like he weighed nothing. He carried him down the stairs to where Grant was.

"I will return him at the end of the month."

Gabriel made his way to the front of the house.

"Oh Gabriel?"

"Yes Grant?"

"He is still Gerard's...every part of him. You will do well to remember that."

"Of course I will."

Gabriel smirked and then he was gone. Mikey wrapped his arms around Gerard, pulling him into his chest and holding him close as the other pets all got down and wrapped themselves around them both.

"He'll be okay Gee..."

Mikey murmured to him over and over.

"He'll be okay."

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Frank woke up feeling sore and confused. He didn't remember falling asleep on the floor in the bathroom...come to think of it, this wasn't any bathroom he'd seen in Master Grant's large house, so where was he?

"Gerard?"

He called out tentatively.

"Shhh, quiet little one. He will hear you."

A young man, not much older looking then Frank knelt down in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Ryan."

Frank turned his head quickly up toward the voice, then winced, his head pounding.

"What? Who?...where am I?"

"Shhhh, you are at our Master's house. I was sent by Spencer to see if you were feeling any better and awake."

"But, but who's Spencer?...and, and who's your Master?"

"Our Master is Gabriel Saporta."

Another lanky boy walked into the bathroom.

"We need to get him into the bedroom before Master finishes with Brendon."

Frank started trembling at that name.

"Nonononono..."

He shrunk back in on himself.

"I shouldn't b-be here...Gerard wouldn't send me here...this is all wrong."

"Hey hey, come on, calm down, that's what happened before and you threw your guts up and passed out."

Ryan crawled forward.

"We got to get him out of here now Ry!"

"Gerard wouldn't do this...I trusted him...he said he wouldn't do this."

"Shhh, come on, we can talk more in the room."

Ryan continued to try and coax the scared slave out of the corner he was in. Frank looked at the boy.

"I shouldn't be here."

"None of us should, but we can talk about that..."

"Fuck Ryan, grab him now, we have to go!"

Ryan looked at Spencer. The boy was nervous. Ryan looked back at Frank.

"Please Frank, just trust us and come with us."

Frank swallowed then nodded slightly.

"Thank fuck."

Ryan took Frank's hand and led him out of the bathroom. They went down the corridor to a room near the end.

"In here quickly."

They led Frank into the room. It was nothing like the bedrooms at the manor. It was sparse and cold looking. It was three simple beds with metal frames. There was no other furniture in there. A single light swung from the ceiling creating shadows and other figments of the imagination.

"Here, put this on."

Frank was given a pair of tattered white shorts. Frank looked down and finally noticed that he was naked. He took the shorts and pulled them on silently. As soon he did the door to the bedroom opened and Master Gabriel walked in with a slip of another boy.

"Well, nice to see you awake now."

Gabriel pushed the boy in.

"Slave, have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes Master."

"Good, now Frank, follow me and quietly."

Trembling, Frank nodded, glanced at Ryan then followed the Master from the room. Gabriel led Frank to an empty room with one chair.

"Have a seat Frank."

Frank knelt down on the hard wooden floor, his hands behind his back and his head lowered.

"Good, you know your place."

Gabriel circled the boy.

"You are here because your *cough* master thinks that you could use more training. I have generously agreed to take that task. Aren't you grateful?"

Frank swallowed, he didn't know how to answer that.

"I said..."

Gabriel stopped behind Frank and stepped on his back pushing him down with his face on the ground.

"...aren't you grateful?"

"Yes Master Gabriel, I am Master Gabriel."

Frank gabbled out quickly, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Somehow I do not believe it."

Frank whimpered...he just wanted to go home to Gerard.

***Time Stamp: One Week Later***

"Mikey..."

Gerard lay in his bed with his brother behind him carding his fingers through his hair.

"What have I done? It's been a week. We haven't heard from him at all."

Mikey was worried too, and not just about Frank, he was worried about his brother too.

"Gee, he'll be alright. Frank's a good pet; he knows how to do what he's told. Now would you please do as you're told and try to eat something today please?"

"I'm not hungry Mikey, I just want to sleep."

"Please Gee?...I don't want you to get sick. You need to eat."

Gerard buried his face in his pillow.

"Just a little?...for me?"

"I just want him to come home Mikey. I want...my Frankie."

Mikey pulled Gerard in tighter against him and kissed the top of his hair...he smiled at the fact that Gerard called Frank "my Frankie".

"He'll come home soon Gee."

"But will he be alright? Remember how Pete was when he came back?"

Mikey frowned at the memory.

"Yeah, I do. But Frank's different, he was a perfect pet when he arrived...well, the kind of perfect that Master Gabriel seems to like anyway...I think he'll be okay."

"Then why did he trick me into letting him take Frankie?"

"I don't know Gee..."

Mikey said sadly, stroking his fingers through Gerard's hair soothingly.

"I'm sorry."

Gerard whimpered and turned into Mikey's chest.

"Frankie."

***Time Stamp: Three Weeks Later***

"So Frank, what have you learned in the past month?"

"That I am nothing Master Saporta."

Frank said quietly from his place on the floor, head down and hands linked behind his back.

"Good and where is your place in life?"

"Under your heel Master Saporta."

"Only for now. When I return you though where is your place?"

"On my knees Master Saporta."

"Well said. I will be returning you on Monday. Till then you are still mine."

He circled the boy. He had talent for sure, but Gabriel was not allowed to touch him...oh, but he did watch him with his other slaves. He may still be untouched, but his mind now knows things it didn't before.

"You may leave now. Return to your bed."

"Yes Master Saporta."

Frank turned on his knees and crawled from the room. The other slaves were relaxing in their room. They were playing rock paper scissors since there was really nothing else to do when the door opened. They all hit their knees at once. Brendon breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was the trainee.

"Hey Frank, what did he say?"

Frank crawled over and flopped down next to the older boy.

"That he's sending me home on Monday, but till then I'm his."

He murmured quietly, leaning into Brendon's side.

"Awww that's good news Frankie, now you can go back to Gerard and the other pets there."

"Yeah, I bet they miss you."

Spencer moved to Frank's other side.

"Yeah, I know we are going to miss you."

Frank hung his head.

"I wish you could all come with me, you'd like it better there."

"We are used to our Master. This is our life...till he gets tired of us and sells us."

"Yeah...like Jon."

Brendon sniffed and Spencer got up and hugged him.

"Come on guys, let's make Frankie's last days here really special."

Frank looked up.

"Like...how?"

Ryan moved to take Spencer’s spot.

"It's Friday, Master goes out to the club. We wait till then."

Frank shrugged slightly.

"Oh, okay..."

He yawned and rested his head on Ryan's shoulder.

"Can I sleep till then please?"

"Of course. Would you like your own bed or to sleep with one of us?"

He looked up without moving much.

"Can I sleep with you Ryan?...you're cuddly."

"Sure Frankie."

Ryan climbed into his bed and pulled Frank with him. He spooned up behind him and settled his face in the crook of his neck. He peppered light kisses on the soft skin.

"Mmmm."

Frank hummed quietly as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Want more Frankie?"

"Please?"

Frank mumbled.

"On you back or like this?"

Frank shuffled over onto his back, his eyes still closed. Ryan crawled over the boy touching his bare chest lightly he brushed their lips together. Frank parted his lips slightly, a soft groan leaving them.

"So pretty Frankie. Your master is so lucky to have you."

Frank hummed...he wished Gerard felt like that. Ryan moved down from Frank's lips to his chest. He peppered kisses as he went. He paused on his nipples, nibbling them lightly. Ryan heard a groan from nearby and knew that Spencer and Brendon were enjoying the show. Frank arched into Ryan's touch, his fingers twisting in the sheets below him. Ryan slowly started to unbutton the short shorts he was wearing. Frank lifted his hips up off the bed. Ryan shimmied them down and tossed them to the side.

"I will never get over how big you are Frankie."

Frank swallowed as he felt his cheeks heat up and his cock twitch in anticipation. Ryan mouth watered as he leaned over and took Frank in his mouth. Frank mewled, his hips bucking up without his consent.

"Please Frankie, fuck my mouth."

Frank nodded unnecessarily then started to trust up, his fingers moving into Ryan's hair.

"Fuck."

Spencer and Brendon watched as Frank fucked Ryan's mouth. They could see the shaft disappearing quickly into his mouth pressing against his cheek. Frank could feel himself getting close already as he tightened his grip on Ryan's hair and started to roll his hips up. Ryan pulled up to have just the head in his mouth. He wanted to catch everything. Frank breathed heavily, panting as quietly as he could while he felt himself falling over the edge. Ryan gathered everything into his mouth that Frank offered him. He then crawled off the bed to where Spencer and Brendon were still jerking off. He crawled into Brendon's lap and shared a dirty kiss with him passing Frank's cum into his mouth. Brendon grabbed Ryan's cock and jerked it with his own. Spencer moved over and took part in the kiss too. Frank watched through heavily lidded eyes...if he hadn't just cum, he would've been hard again. Ryan came while kissing Spencer all over Brendon's fist. He then crawled back to Frank.

"Clean me off Frankie, I got a bit dirty."

Frank crawled off of the bed and started to lick all the cum off of the older boy, finishing by licking Ryan's cock clean.

"God Frankie, your tongue, I'm really going to miss you."

"We should get some sleep now guys. Tomorrow is Friday and although he goes to the club at night..."

The answer was heavy in the silence. Frank wouldn't be touched, but their master was especially rough on Fridays with them. Frank swallowed nervously as he crawled back into his bed, pulling Ryan in with him by the hand. Ryan settled in behind Frank covering them up.

"Sweet dreams Frankie...soon, soon you will be home again."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?...all set for festive fun?...no, me neither.

So poor Frankie's had a rough month, but at least he made some new "friends".

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