Cry Baby (Frerard)

Frank and Gerard sat in the booth of a diner they stopped at. Frank ordered himself a chef’s salad and a water, while Gerard got himself a cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milk. As they ate, Frank looked longingly at Gerard, anxious to do what he wants to do to him when they get home. It took some thought what exactly Frank wanted to do to him. It was time to step up his game to something new. He glanced down at Gerard’s sweet ass when they walked in the restaurant earlier. Oh, how he wanted to fuck it. He really, really wanted to. It was gonna hurt Gerard, though...and he knew it would make him cry. He didn’t know if he was ready to make a move like that on Gerard just yet. He could barely say no to it, though. He had to fuck him in the ass. He had to pop his ass cherry. He wanted to be the one to take away his virginity. He wanted his ass to be all his…
“L-look, F-frankie!” Gerard laughed, pointing to a heavyset man at the booth across from theirs, his belly drooping under his shirt. “Th-that man is p-pregnant!”
“Gerard, no,” Frank whispered to Gerard firmly. “That’s not a nice thing to say--”
“What the fuck did you just say?” the man asked angrily, standing up from his table and walking over to Gerard, towering over him. “What did you just call me, asshole?”
“I-I...uh…,” Gerard stuttered, cowering in his seat, looking over to Frank for help.
“Hey, leave him alone!” Frank yelled, standing up to face the confronting and angered man standing in front of Gerard. “He doesn’t know any better! He’s mentally handicapped! I told him that what he said wasn’t nice--”
“You’re goddamn right it isn’t!” the man growled, grabbing Gerard by the collar of his shirt and shoving him up to his reddening face. “Say you’re sorry, shit-for-brains!”
“L-let g-go of m-me!” Gerard cried as tears ran from his frightened eyes, defenseless and in harm’s way, the man holding him threatening him with his balled up fist. He looked over to Frank, seeking his rescue. “H-help me, F-frankie!”
“Let go of him!” Frank shouted, jolting out of his seat and to the man, ready to knock the life outta him. As he did, a few more customers stood up and came to Gerard’s aid, trying to separate the fat man from him. Frank grabbed Gerard, pulling him away as the man that threatened, shouted, and cussed at them, still being held back by the onlooking customers. Gerard clung onto Frank, weeping and sniffling into his shirt, shaking like a leaf. Frank rocked him in his embrace, soothing him.
“It’s okay, Gee. He’s not gonna hurt you,” he whispered in his ear. “Come on, let’s go home,”

_ _ _
Gerard was still shaken up from what happened in the diner the entire ride home. He shook and cried as he sat in his seat, curled up in a ball. Next to him, Frank furiously drove over the speed limit as he visibly shook with rage. He was furious what that fat bastard did to Gerard. He almost hurt him. He swore to never let anyone hurt his baby, and someone just about did, scaring the poor thing. He sighed deeply when he thought about what he craved to do to Gerard. He was gonna hurt him, just not in the same way. He didn’t wanna make Gerard scared of him. He didn’t wanna make him cry. He cared about him too much to do something like that to him, but he really wanted to be the one to take his purity. He had to fulfill his desires that were eating at him so much. He had to play the games with Gerard in order to do so.
“Th-that g-guy was s-scary, F-frankie!” Gerard sniffled, wiping the snot from his nose on the sleeve of his coat. “H-he was g-gonna h-hurt me!”
“He’s gone now, Gee. No one’s gonna hurt you. I won’t let that happen to you…,” Frank said, knowing in the back of his mind that he’s lying. “It’s okay. When we get home, I’ll give you a bath and we’ll do your reading and spelling lessons...and I’ll make you some ice cream,” he said, remembering that he saw a carton of chocolate ice cream in the freezer back at home.
“Ice c-cream?” Gerard asked, his eyes lit up. “M-me like ice c-cream!”
“Yes, Gee. But before we do that...I wanna play a game with you,”
“Wh-what g-game?”
“It’s a new game. I think you’ll like it,” Frank smiled as he pulled in the driveway. He helped Gerard out of the car and took him inside the house, leading him down to his room. Frank took his bag and pulled out the corset and leggings, looking over to Gerard as he sat on his bed.
“Y-you b-brought my c-costume!” Gerard smiled, reaching for the promiscuous outfit. “C-can I p-put it on?”
“Of course, pumpkin. Let me help you,” Frank said, licking his lips as he undressed Gerard and put the suit on him. He stopped and looked in awe after he finished. “You look stunning, like always,”
“D-do I?” Gerard asked, examining what he’s wearing.
“Of course you do...cutie pie,” Frank winked, pulling out his handcuffs and lube. He stripped down to his boxers, throwing his clothes aside with Gerard’s. “I need you to do something for me, so that we can start playing,”
“Wh-what?” Gerard asked, tilting his head to the side.
“I need you to lay down on your tummy for me,” Frank said as he stroked the bulge in his boxers. “Can you do that?”
“Okay,” Gerard obeyed, doing what his master told him to do. He laid down, his arms and legs reaching each side of the bed. “Like this?”
“Yes, Gee. I’m gonna put you in these cuffs again, so don’t get scared, okay?” Frank replied as he started binding Gerard to his own bed, his head face down in his pillow. He pulled down his boxers and lubricated his cock with the lube as he stared down at his piece of meat he was yet to fuck, jerking himself off slowly yet surely.
“Wh-what are y-you g-gonna do t-to me, F-frankie?” Gerard asked, looking up at Frank.
“I’m gonna do something to you that might hurt a bit, Gee. I just need you to relax as much as you can. Just close your eyes for me,”
“H-hurt me?” Gerard whined. “I d-don’t w-want you t-to h-hurt me, F-frankie,”
“I know...but it’s a part of the game, sugar. You’ll get lots of candy and ice cream afterwards, too. You want that, right?”
“Y-yeah!” Gerard nodded.
“Well then, you gotta play with me then. I swear you’ll love it,” Frank said as he inched forward towards Gerard as he continued to beat himself off, sitting on top of him right above his ass. He pulled down his underwear and diaper, putting a little bit of lube on his fingers and slowly inserting them in Gerard’s entrance. Under Frank, Gerard winced in pain, his body tensing up.
“Ow!” he whimpered. “Th-that h-hurts, F-frankie,”
“Shh,” Frank whispered in Gerard’s ear as he fondled around Gerard’s hole with his two fingers, pulling in and out inside of it. “Just be quiet. Just enjoy it, baby,”
“O-okay,” Gerard said as he moaned under his breath. Frank knew deep down that Gerard was enjoying what he was doing to him. He could feel it. He pulled his fingers out, stroking his cock some more as he licked his lips again. This was it. He was gonna put it in Gerard. He was gonna get what he’s really been craving. He began to thrust his pelvis into Gerard’s bottom, his cock inches away from the entrance. He separated his cheeks apart and began to thrust the tip in, Gerard under him moaning to the rhythm of the thrusts.
“Mmm, you’re so tight!” Frank said as he grabbed a handful of Gerard’s hair tight into his fist, his other hand right over Gerard’s ass. Gerard winced, whimpering in pain as Frank put himself inside Gerard’s entrance.
“Ow! O-ow! It h-hurts!” he screamed. “It h-hurts, F-frankie! It h-hurts--”
“Hush, baby,” Frank cut him off, pushing it deeper inside as Gerard wailed in pain. “You know you love it!”
“S-stop! S-stop, F-frankie! I-I d-don’t l-like th-this g-game!” Gerard complained as he cried, his tears soaking the pillow below him.
“Yes you do, Gee! Yes you do!” Frank shouted, thrusting in and out violently, making the bed shake. His free hand slapped Gerard’s ass hard, making him yelp.
“O-owwwwwwwwie! Oww, o-owww, owwwie!” Gerard cried out, his voice already hoarse from all the screaming he’s been doing as Frank hit his prostate again and again, making the moans mix with his cries of pain. Those screams dragged on forever.
“Yes, baby! Scream for me, Gee! You know you love it!” Frank smiled to himself, ready to let it all out. “Oh, I’m gonna cum, Gee! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna...ohhhh,”
Frank arched his head back as he ejaculated into Gerard’s entrance, feeling the sweet release wash over him. He pulled out, Gerard under him trembling in utter pain and fear, still crying and screaming into his pillow. Frank let Gerard out of the cuffs, his body limp and shaking tremendously.
“M-me hurt, F-frankie!” Gerard wailed. “M-me h-hate th-that g-game!”
“I don’t think so, Gee. You know you loved it,” Frank said as he peppered Gerard with kisses, slowly stroking his hair. “I know you love it, baby,”
“B-but it h-hurts!” Gerard cried and sniffled, burying his face in Frank’s torso. “M-me hurt, F-frankie!”
“You’re okay, baby. You did good,” Frank said soothingly, rocking a tense Gerard back and forth as he hummed to him. “And since you did good, you get to have some candy and ice cream. How’s that sound?”
Gerard didn’t respond as the expected. He just laid there, eyes wide and full of dismay as his whole violated body visibly shook. Frank sighed, shaking his head. He knew that it would be long before Gerard would get used to playing this particular game with him. He knew he hurt Gerard really bad...but goddamn, it felt just too damn good doing so.
“Come on, Gee. Let’s go upstairs and get you a bowl of ice cream,” Frank said, helping Gerard up to his feet, walking with him to the kitchen upstairs. As he did, he kept noticing Gerard wincing and whimpering in pain as he walked, still crying out in pain.
“I-it h-huuuuuuuurts, F-frankie!” he whined. “I-it h-hurts s-so b-baaaaad!”
“I know, sugar. It’ll go away soon,” Frank smirked. “You’ll get used to it after a while,”
“B-but m-me no l-like th-that g-game!” Gerard refuted. “Th-that g-game h-hurt m-me!”
“But it was fun, Gee. You liked it. I know you did,” Frank said as he reached into the fridge, pulling out the carton of chocolate ice cream and scooping some in a bowl for Gerard, putting in a spoon and handing it to him. He walked him to the dining room, where Gerard sat down and began to eat his frozen snack. Frank could tell he didn’t look too happy as the expected, though. He was still shaking so much, his eyes soulless and full of utter fear as the chocolate ice cream stained his quivering lips.
“Gerard,” Frank said, inching up to Gerard as he sat next to him. “Remember what I told you. Do not, and I mean do not ever, tell anyone what we just did, especially your momma. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes...F-frankie,” Gerard stuttered, finishing up his bowl. He stood still for what seemed like hours before he suddenly broke down again, his cries echoing throughout the entire house as he buried his face into his hands. Frank gently rubbed his back in a consoling matter. He hated seeing Gerard so upset, but in his mind, he was smiling nonetheless. He got what he wanted from his fuck toy named Gerard...again.

_ _ _
Gerard was a weeping mess the whole time Frank helped him with his lessons and bath, still complaining of this bottom hurting after what Frank did to him. Frank couldn’t help but frown for the boy, a part of him feeling like a piece of shit for being the one responsible for it. He got what he wanted...all at the cost of hurting Gerard.
“You ready to get out, Gee?” Frank asked him, preparing some towels for him. Gerard silently nodded, nose runny and lips quivering as tears soaked his red cheeks. Frank helped Gerard out of the tub, drying him off and putting on his diaper and favorite Batman pajamas. He helped him down to his room, tucking him into bed. As he did, he noticed the teddy bear he gave Gerard when he was in the hospital lying on the floor. He smiled, handing it to Gerard, who took it and tightly hugged in his arms, still shaking and sobbing. Frank sighed deeply, shaking his head.
“I-it h-hurts, F-frankie!” Gerard whined. “It r-really h-hurts!”
“It’ll go away, Gee,” Frank replied, looking deep into Geard’s fear-stricken eyes.
“I-I’m s-scared, F-frankie,”
“Of what?”
Gerard didn’t reply. He just buried his face into the teddy bear, shaking and sobbing loudly. As Frank watched him, he sighed, taking him in his arms, letting the boy weep on him. He felt his heart sink into his stomach, realizing that it’s himself that Gerard is afraid of. It just had to be.
“Gerard...you’re not scared of me, are you?” he asked.
“I-I...I d-don’t know, F-frankie!” Gerard whined. “Y-you h-hurt me, b-but y-you’re my...s-special f-friend, and I-I...I…,”
“You what, Gee?”
“I-I...I l-love you, F-frankie!” Gerard wailed, nearly tackling Frank to the ground with his sudden embrace, letting all the tears out on Frank’s chest. Frank’s eyes widened when he heard Gerard say those four words to him. Frank hurt him...but Gerard still loved him no matter what. Frank took away Gerard’s purity almost by force, and while it hurt Gerard and made him afraid of him...he still wanted him. He still wanted his special friend to love. Frank realized that besides Lola and the aliens his unstable mind sees, he’s the only friend Gerard has, and that’s why he’s special to him. He doesn’t wanna lose his special friend. Frank felt the sting of tears come to his eyes, hugging Gerard tighter into his arms.
“I love you too, Gee,” he said.

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