The Fabulous Kill Boys

Gerard stared at Ray as he slid back into the booth once more, staring down at his hands as he considered the unusual set of emotions and feelings currently running through him. Ray was breathing slowly and deeply with the occasional fluttering sound as his anger bubbled into his throat. It was reasonable to say that Ray didn’t lose his temper often. There was a certain sense of irony in the idea that when Ray was working – torturing their victims – he was always most comfortable and at his best if he was unstressed and most definitely not angry. It seemed counter-intuitive, but Ray much preferred to work when his mind was relaxed and still so he could fully evaluate the situation and deliver, careful, measured and considered torture.

Right now, Ray looked as though he was ready to kill. Ray rarely killed. He wasn’t squeamish about it, he just had no interest in it. To him, it was the equivalent of washing up after a great meal – the necessary, but boring bit. Gerard, on the other hand, he loved the kill. There was something he loved about it that Ray never understood. Perhaps it was something involving the light and focus going out of the victim’s eyes. But in truth, he didn’t know; he had never even thought to ask. It had never mattered before; they each had their specialities, their areas of interest. They were, in essence, perfectly matched. But now an unexpected and unfamiliar feeling was stirring in him. Ray really wanted to kill.

Looking up from his hands, Ray scowled at Gerard angrily. On receiving no comment, Ray began a verbal assault.

“Well? What?” he snapped. “I know you want to say something! Don’t think I’ve ever seen you with nothing to say! Amusing, was it?”

“Ray, remember, I’m not allowed to speak unless you ask me something,” Gerard explained almost apologetically. “And, no, it’s not funny at all! I can’t believe he did that.”

“Oh,” Ray sighed and looked down, experiencing some guilt for snapping at his friend. “Sorry, Gee. I… Gee, I’m… I can’t believe I’m about to say this, I know he’s your brother and all, but I want to kill him! I really do!”

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded, one corner of his mouth turned up in a wry smile. “He tends to bring that out in people.”

“No, you don’t understand. I am really serious, Gee! I genuinely want to kill him.”

“I am too!” Gerard explained. “You want to kill him and I want to make him suffer.”

“We’ve swapped places,” Ray offered a lazy smile.

“Wait, do you really want to kill him?” Gerard asked, his head cocked to one side.

“Don’t worry,” Ray offered a half-hearted smile as he picked up another glass of beer from the tray and placed it in front of Gerard. “I know he’s your brother. I’ll pass on this one. I’m sure I’ll calm down eventually."

Gerard stared at the glass of beer, his already full bladder causing agonising sensations and he couldn’t help but bite his lip. He was just about to break almost all of Melanie’s instructions in one go and all he could hope was that Ray would accept the offer he was just about to make.

“In exchange for speaking without a question, going to the restroom and you not telling Melanie, I’m prepared to help you.”

Ray raised an eyebrow; he could have fun with this – Gerard was pretty desperate.

“Oh, I don’t know, Gee,” he began. “Help me with what? I can’t think of anything I want that much to risk lying to Mel.”

Gerard blanched; had he not meant what he’d just said? It seemed that his punishment would now be quite severe. In fact, it occurred to him that he might as well do all the things he wasn’t supposed to. At least he would be comfortable now.

Ray suppressed a smirk; he had never truly understood the idea of Melanie dominating Gerard so completely but he could see that it was very real. Ray was never averse to saying what he would or would not want – perhaps that’s why his relationship with Mel was so different? They had grown to genuinely care for each other and although there was quite a lot of angry sex, if anyone was subordinate in their relationship, it would have to be Mel, herself. She would frequently appear in Ray’s bedroom clutching some new gadget or restraint that Ray had purchased and offer to be a very willing guinea pig. If the new toy was already installed in Ray’s dungeon, she would entice him to join her down there by talking through some of the things she wanted him to do, knowing that he would be watching the video feed.

She also had a tendency to be a little bratty or maybe that was just his opinion? There was an age gap of seven years between himself and Melanie, and a two-year gap between him and Gerard. Ray himself being the oldest of the three of them at twenty-nine. More often than not the gap didn’t seem important, but occasionally, Mel would show her spoiled and overly-demanding side and it would press all the wrong buttons with him. Sometimes she just made him feel old and sensible and he hated how her sometimes childish behaviour could bring that out in him. But mostly he thought she was amazing.

“What are you offering, Gee?” Curious, Ray finally fixed him with a shrewd enquiring stare.

“If it’s what you really want, I’ll help you kill Mikey.”

Ray’s expression turned to one of astonishment. The idea had moved quickly and unexpectedly, from an angry, possibly flippant comment to a very serious suggestion. Humiliation did not sit well with Ray. It was bad enough that he was sometimes turned down in favour of the much more obviously pretty Gerard, but to be turned down simply because he knew Gerard was infuriating.

There had been a moment, even Ray had to admit, where he was angry with Gerard more than Mikey. He felt certain that but for him being Mikey’s brother, the pair would be exploring each other’s bodies by now. But, he couldn’t be angry with Gerard. He was his friend, after all. And his business partner. It seemed much easier to simply displace the anger onto Mikey, and the irritating little friend who had interrupted them and dragged him away.

The suggestion was as outlandish as it was delicious but Ray was hooked.

“Go on…” Ray encouraged.

“Melanie?” Gerard asked quietly.

“Nothing to worry about Gee, you’ve been a good boy. Now tell me more – I’m intrigued.”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he rose to his feet gingerly, not wanting to put too much pressure on his already uncomfortable bladder. “I’ll explain when I get back.”

“Sure,” Ray smiled, watching him walk away as quickly but as carefully as he dared.

Ray laughed, as he reached for his phone to send a text.

‘Hey Mel, thought you’d like to know that later on you’ll be forcing me to confess to you that Gee has pretty much blown all of your instructions to do me a favour. The only one he hasn’t done, to the best of my knowledge at least, is he hasn’t cum.’

‘Thanks, Babes,’ came the reply only a couple of minutes later. ‘Well, I think I need to keep it that way. Baby Gee’s about to get the punishment of a lifetime and no release! Oh, and I’m moving Joe from your dungeon to mine. Thought we might make use of yours later ;)’

Ray chuckled to himself as he read the message before tucking the phone back into his pocket as he saw Gerard returning.

Sliding back into the booth, Gerard looked considerably more relaxed now and pulled another Jack Daniels shot from the tray, downing it gratefully. Looking at Ray, Gerard couldn’t help but draw his lips into a sly smirk. The earlier expression he had aimed at Mikey and his pretty friend had gone, to be replaced by one of eager anticipation that he had seen dozens of times before.

Wait… Pretty friend?

Gerard frowned briefly at how that thought had crept in. It had taken him by surprise, coming completely from left field. Letting his mind drift for a moment, he recalled that his own feelings of the moment had been marred with jealous pangs on seeing Mikey cling to the other man. He was very pretty, petite and heavily tattooed with the most beautiful and perfect eyes and ass he’d ever seen. And his smile! Oh, that smile!

“Gerard…” Ray’s voice barely pierced the fog that had drifted comfortably around his mind. “Gerard! For pete’s sake, keep it down! What the fuck are you doing?”

Ray waved a hand in front of his friend’s face.

“Oh, sorry,” Gerard snapped to. “I was just thinking about… uh…” he shuddered as a familiar feeling momentarily overwhelmed him.

“Not Mikey I hope, judging by the look on your face, the noises you’ve just made and your pants. You can’t hide that from Melanie!”

Gerard glanced down, his eyes widening as he saw the growing sticky, dampness in his jeans. Yes, Frank was perfect, but he’d only thought about the man! The reaction seemed extreme on one hand and yet perfectly understandable on the other.

“Come on, we’re getting out of here,” Ray got to his feet.

“B-but, I’m…”

“I know! The whole club knows.”

Ray shook his head – as humiliating experiences went, Ray was at a loss to know whether this one topped the ‘Mikey’ situation or not. All he knew was that dozens of people had watched Gerard re-enact that scene from When Harry Met Sally, but for real, and all he wanted was to be invisible.

“I’m outta here and so are you.”

Gerard sagged; Melanie was going to kill him.

*

Joe had spent several hours earlier in the day in the company of Ray. His slow, methodical methods of torture had worn him down like dripping water on a stone. The pain had been a slow build, a cut here, a bruise there, a broken finger, a crushed toe. They all added up. Perhaps the worst of it was his refusal to explain. Joe had no clue where he was, how he had got there, why he was there or who Ray was. Joe’s agitation over not knowing why had heightened Ray’s pleasure and as a final measure, he had left Joe hanging face down from the ceiling by his wrists and ankles. He hung with his back severely arched and his limbs pulled painfully behind him. Before long, even the slightest movement had become agony. The final words Ray had spoken to him before leaving him alone in the dungeon were:

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next. Each one of these chains is going to retract into the ceiling one link at a time or sometimes release. Not all together, mind. No, this one,” he pointed to Joe’s left arm, “then maybe that one. All quite random actually. The end result, if you haven’t worked it out yet, is that you’ll never be still long enough to go numb. And I’m going to be gone most of the night.”

Patting his face, Ray smiled with satisfaction as Joe, breathed erratically in short gasps as he tried fruitlessly to grow accustomed to the pain. The irregular jerking motion of each of the chains merely extending and prolonging his intense agony.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” he finally screamed, but once again, he received no answer.

*

Joe had long since managed to pass out. How he had with the constant movement of the chains he couldn’t say, but the blessed release from the pain had been welcome. It was only when he began moving again that he was dragged back to consciousness. Lying still, face down on what seemed to be a gurney, weak and in too much pain, he remained unmoving as he felt the shackles removed from his wrists and ankles.

“What do you want?” he croaked.

“I want to get you out of here,” came the soft sound of a female voice. “Do you think you can walk?”

“I don’t know,” Joe admitted. “I’ll try. Who are you?”

“My name’s Melanie.”

Joe turned his head to see a pretty blonde woman, dressed in a frilled baby-pink skirt and close-fitting black chiffon blouse.

“Do you know the curly-haired guy?” Joe asked.

“Yeah,” Melanie answered. “There’s another guy too, he’s a killer.”

“A-and the other guy isn’t?” Joe stammered.

“Oh, no,” Melanie shook her head. “He’ll keep you alive indefinitely.”

“Please, help me get out of here.”

Joe pushed himself slowly upright. It was clear to both of them that he wouldn’t be able to walk far, but that didn’t trouble Melanie; she really wasn’t intending on going any further than her own dungeon.

Acting as a crutch, Melanie pulled Joe’s aching arm over her shoulder and shuffled the pair of them slowly to the door.

“What if he comes back?” Joe asked, his strength beginning to gather.

“He won’t, not for some time,” she explained. “He’s gone out for the night.”

“Won’t anything happen to you when he finds me gone?”

“Probably,” she smirked, looking down so he couldn’t see her. “In here,” she added as they crossed the divide between dungeons.

Joe frowned as he looked around; the room was similarly equipped to the one they had just left.

“What’s going on?” he asked, confused and starting to grow increasingly nervous.

Melanie ducked from under Joe’s arm and shoved him hard across the room, laughing as he lost his footing and sprawled to the floor.

“I mean, really, did you honestly think I was letting you go?”

Joe turned over, pushing himself up, at first to a sitting position before struggling to his feet. Setting his balance, Joe fixed his bright blue eyes on the woman in front of him. Yes, he was weakened and in a lot of pain, but he was at least free of the chains and this girl was what? Six inches shorter than him?

“I’m not afraid of you, little girl. I’m sure you’ve got nothing on what that curly-haired psycho did to me.”

“That ‘curly-haired psycho’ as you put it, happens to be my boyfriend and he learnt half the things he does from me, sweetheart.”

“Yeah well, maybe something you should have learned from him is keep your victims locked up. You are not going to be strong enough to stop me leaving,” Joe replied, flinching slightly as he took a step forward.

“I don’t have to, darling, the drug I just injected you with will do that for me.”

“Drug?” Joe queried as he began to stagger, throwing an arm out for balance. “Wh-when did…”

“This ring,” she pointed to what appeared to be a gold ring with a lavender jade rose-shaped stone in an elaborate setting. “Surely you felt it? See, it’s spring loaded.”

She held the edges of the stone and pushed down revealing a sharp needle-like object protruding through the centre of the rose.

“There’s a well of tranquiliser set underneath,” she explained. “When I press it down, the needle pops up and injects you. It works pretty quickly,” she smiled as Joe dropped to his knees, his head swimming. “Of course, I only gave you enough to incapacitate you, not to knock you out. You see,” she continued as she locked a pair of shackles around his wrists, “I’m bored. Ray and Gee are both out and I wanted someone to torture, but I much prefer to do it in my own dungeon. Besides,” she smirked, “there’s nothing quite like giving someone hope, then taking it away again!”

Standing back, Melanie picked up the remote control for the chains secured around his wrists and engaged the hydraulics, watching with a sly smile as Joe was hoisted upwards by his wrists, lifting him until his toes skimmed the floor – offering no comfort or support. Pressing and holding a second button on the remote saw Joe pulled back at speed toward the wall, his back crashing into it inducing a scream of pain.

“Ah, such music!” Melanie chuckled.

Lifting his eyes to glare at her, Joe bit his lip, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him scared and in agony. But that action alone seemed to confirm exactly what she needed to know.

Tossing back her shoulder length blonde hair, Melanie fixed Joe with her large hazel grey eyes and smiled as she arranged several implements on a tray before carrying them to the wall and setting the tray down on a conveniently placed foldaway table.

“Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you, Joe?”

“Fuck you, Melanie.”

Melanie giggled wickedly and picked up a gag from the table beside her and turned back to Joe.

“I like that you remembered my name,” she smiled, impressed at his memory despite the fog settling in his mind courtesy of the mild tranquilliser.

“I’m not forgetting any of your names!” Joe growled. “When I get out of here, I’ll make sure…”

“When you get out?” Melanie’s eyes widened and she laughed loudly. “You’re not leaving here, well, not alive anyway!”

“B-but… he said I’d be here for three days,” Joe’s eyes widened in terror.

“That’s right,” Melanie nodded. “The client only paid for three days’ work. Two to two and half days with me and Ray and half to one day with Gee to kill you. Did he not explain that? Oh, well, at least you know now.”

“K-kill me!” Joe’s voice shook as he said the words. “You talk like that’s a normal thing to say!”

“It is in my world, baby.”

Melanie shoved the rope gag in Joe’s mouth and tied it tightly.

“Tight enough for you?” she asked, receiving a slight nod from Joe. “Yeah? Well not for me,” she added, pulling harder so that the rough threads cut into the skin around his mouth, making him bleed and eliciting a cry of pain from deep in Joe’s throat.

“As I said, I’m glad that you remember my name, but just to make sure, I’m going to carve it into your chest with this…” Melanie turned to her right and picked up a scalpel, showing it to Joe. “Please feel free to scream, nobody can hear you.”

Stepping closer to the trembling man, Melanie lifted the scalpel and used it first to cut the shirt from Joe’s shaking body, shoving it out of the way.

“How do you want this?” she asked, turning her eyes up to Joe’s, the scalpel poised, pressing gently against his skin, enough to dent, but not to cut.

Joe’s breath hitched as his eyes welled with tears. She was really doing this. The other guy had been bad enough, but somehow, because of her interaction with him, telling him what she was going to do… somehow it made it so much worse. Was it that? Or was it simply that she had just told him that at the end of all this pain, someone he was yet to meet was going to kill him?

Melanie glanced down briefly, then back up again, a dangerous, livid expression darkening her features.

“Do not get tears on my equipment!” she screamed, dipping the scalpel in a light acid solution before grabbing a soft cloth to clean it off. “It blunts the edges!”

Joe struggled desperately against the shackles; he knew it was hopeless, but he couldn’t do nothing.

“No,” she snapped, pressing her hand against his abdomen, forcing him back against the wall. “Perhaps I won’t wipe the acid off? Just in case you cry again.”

Raising a leg, Joe kicked as firmly as he could, catching just the side of her hip as she spotted the movement and stepped to the side. Placing the scalpel back on the tray, Melanie inspected the blueish flare of the bruise that was forming beneath her skirt.

“Oh, this is not going to go well for you!” she snapped.

Opening a cabinet to her right, standing along the wall, Melanie retrieved a box containing a set of manacles that had been adapted to include hooks around the outside. Securing them onto his ankles, she removed several weights from the box and attached them to the hooks. The added stress on his wrists caused the shackles to cut through the flesh, his blood now trickling down his arms.

“Now then, where was I?” she forcibly calmed herself; she wanted to enjoy this.

Picking up the scalpel once more, she began carving her name slowly and precisely, into his toned chest.

*

Gerard was quiet the whole car ride home and Ray kept tossing him sympathetic glances, he was in for it anyway with Melanie because of Ray, and then he’d gone and made it worse for himself by thinking about Frank. When they arrived home, Ray turned the engine off and squeezed Gee’s thigh reassuringly, avoiding the sticky mess from his unfortunate incident.

“Good luck I guess.”

“Thanks, Ray. I think…I think I’m going to need it.”

As the pair headed inside they were met by the music of faint screams emanating from the basement.

“You should probably go and change before…Hey Melanie, having a good night?”

Melanie emerged from downstairs and rested a bloodied hand on Gerard’s shoulder and he shuddered.

“Gee should go and change before what, Ray? You’re going to finish that sentence if you know what’s good for you.”

Gerard bit his lip and looked pleadingly at Ray, trying to communicate with his eyes for Ray to keep his mouth shut.

“Turn around and look at me, Gerard, now,” Melanie insisted harshly, holding a hand up for Ray to keep quiet. “You know how much I hate having to repeat myself Gee. Now turn the fuck around.”

Gerard rolled his eyes but turned around slowly, willing the crimson colour in his face to disappear.

“Well, well, well, looks like somebody has broken at least one of my rules, you want to tell me what happened. Actually wait, no, I don’t want to hear it from you. Go and wait for me downstairs Gerard, I’ll deal with you in a minute.”

“Yes Melanie.”

Gerard sagged but did as he was told, stripping off his shirt as he went. Melanie and Ray waited until he was out of sight and earshot before embracing and kissing passionately.

“I got your page saying you were home,” she grinned. “You’re almost as cruel to him as I am you know.”

“Isn’t that why you love me?”

“Well, it’s one of the reasons and if my hands weren’t covered in blood, I’d show you another! I’m curious though, did Gee actually think you weren’t going to tell me he broke my rules?”

“I may have told him I wouldn’t tell you in exchange for his help with something. You should ask him to tell you what it is. You’ll like this one babe.” Ray smiled at Melanie and kissed her nose then squeezed her hands, holding them up in front of his face to inspect the blood stains. “I assume this means that you’re having fun?” He asked teasingly, already know what her answer would be.

“He called you a curly-haired psycho, baby, I had to make him pay. That and I was bored.”

Melanie answered with a shrug, standing on her tiptoes so she could kiss Ray again. He pulled her close, grabbing her ass and smirking against her lips at the little whimper she let out.

“Well thank you for defending my honour. You better go and deal with Gee. I’m gonna shower then head to bed. Have fun, darling.”

Ray slapped Melanie’s ass playfully before heading to his bedroom, as she headed down to the basement.

“Well, now, you HAVE been a naughty boy. Ray told me everything, Gee. Except the ‘what he offered you’ part. Care to explain?”

Melanie pushed Gerard up against the door to her dungeon, a hand loosely around his throat, and undid his pants with the other.

“We… we ran into my little brother, Mikey, and he…fuck…he was all over Ray and then his pretty friend came and…they… they left. Mikey wouldn’t… wouldn’t come home with us because of me…Ray was really mad and I…I offered to help him kill Mikey if he didn’t tell you I got up and went to… to the bathroom and… and spoke.” Gerard stammered and avoided making eye contact with Melanie. He knew he was in for it and was scared about what Melanie would do to him.

“Ray was right, I do like the sound of that. Offering to help kill your own flesh and blood? If I wasn’t so mad at you baby Gee, I’d be fucking proud.”

Gerard smiled widely when Melanie said that she was proud and preened, running a hand through his hair. Melanie smirked and then advanced on Gerard, running her hand through his hair before grabbing a handful and pulling hard.

“If you think for one minute that just because I said I was ‘proud of you’, I’m not going to punish you for breaking every single one of my rules, you’ve got another thing coming.”

The smile fell from Gerard’s face and he swallowed nervously, furrowing his eyebrows and wildly looking around.

“I’m not too sure why you’re still standing here with your clothes on, Gerard.” Melanie said flatly and let him go, stepping inside the room herself and waiting for Gerard to come in.

Gerard’s gaze flicked over to Joe, still chained to the wall and frowned at Melanie.

“Aww, Melanie, it’s weird doing this when Ray’s victims are in here too. Can’t we do something about that?”

“Yes, I’m really concerned about what’s weird for you Gerard, now get your clothes off and stop whining!” Melanie snapped, crossing her arms and looking at him disapprovingly.

“What’s Ray’s victim doing in your dungeon anyway?”

“You were both out, I got bored.” She said simply and shrugged.

“Well, can’t he go back to Ray’s?”

“I’ll move you to Ray’s and use his stuff if you don’t stop complaining.”

Gerard opened his mouth as if to argue again but thought better of it and closed it, stripping his clothes off and tossing them in the laundry hamper. He knelt by Melanie’s feet and clasps his hands together behind his back, eyes cast downward at the floor. Melanie pulled a blindfold across his eyes, fastening it firmly, but comfortably behind his head and stroked Gerard’s cheek, tipping his head up with two fingers hooked under his chin.

“Tell me Gee, why am I punishing you?” Melanie asked him sweetly, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“I spoke when I wasn’t supposed to, I got up and went to the bathroom and… and I came without your permission.”

Melanie laughed, pulling Gee to his feet with a firm hand around his bicep and pushing him towards the bed in the centre of the room.

“You didn’t need to be so specific sweetie, but I’m glad you did. Means you know exactly why I’m doing this and will hopefully discourage you from doing it again. But let’s be honest, this is you we’re talking about.”

“I’m sorry Melanie. I was just trying to help Ray feel better. Mikey was being a terrible tease.”

Letting go of his chin, Melanie walked over to the wall opposite the bed and picked up one of the thick, leather floggers hanging there before she returned to Gee’s side.

“You’re a good friend, Gerard, but I’m still going to punish you and you’re not going to make any noise. If you do, I’ll gag you, understood?”

“Yes Melanie.”

“Good. Now bend over.”

Momentarily hesitant, Gerard did as he’s told almost straight away; the threat of being moved to Ray’s dungeon for his punishment overwhelming his urge to see just how far he could push Melanie. The first thud of the flogger across Gerard’s shoulder blades made him inhale sharply, not because it hurt, but because he wasn’t ready for it. The next two happened in quick succession and again across his shoulders and he had to take a couple of measured breaths to settle himself. Melanie chuckled to herself as she watched Gerard try to calm himself down and hit him once across his ass and he shifted a little, widening his stance.

“Stay still baby Gee, wouldn’t want me to miss now would you?”

“No Melanie. Would you like me to count?”

Melanie ignored Gerard and just started hitting him with the flogger again, landing calculated blows to his shoulders, back and ass. She didn’t stop until Gerard’s usually pale skin was tinged pink and his legs started to shake a little. Satisfied, Melanie hung the flogger back up on the wall and retrieved a thin wooden cane, and a cock ring. Normally, Melanie wouldn’t make him wear a ring unless she wanted to edge him over and over again, but she knew how much he enjoyed the cane and doubted his ability to control himself on his own.

Melanie took the blindfold off and dropped it onto the bed with the cane and ring and knelt in front of Gerard.

“Have I ever told you how cute I think you are when you’re desperate and needy Gee?” She asked casually, wrapping her hand around Gee’s hard and leaking cock, jerking it a few times as he shook his head. “Too bad you are so, so far from being allowed to come. I haven’t even started to punish you yet, that was just the warm up. This…” Melanie picked up the cane and showed it to Gerard, delighting in the way he physically shuddered and paled. “…this is your punishment, and I’m even going to be nice and let you have the ring so you don’t have to control yourself. Now, you may make noise but you will not under any circumstances swear. If you do? I’ll take the ring off and make you control yourself. Am I understood?”

“Yes Melanie.” Gerard spoke through gritted teeth and Melanie scowled disapprovingly but didn’t reprimand him for it, she’d make him pay for it later.

“Good, then let’s begin.”

By the time Melanie was done with Gerard, he was shaking and a fine layer of sweat covered his aching body that had started to pink.

“Pink is a lovely colour on you Gee.” Melanie said as she stepped back to get a bottle of water from the small fridge, taking a few sips before handing the bottle to Gerard and he gulped it down greedily. “Now, do you remember what I said to you on the phone? About what happens now?”

Gerard scrunched his eyes closed and nodded minutely, dropping to his hands and knees in front of her.

“Thank you for punishing me, Melanie, please, do it again.”

“That doesn’t sound much like begging to me baby Gee.” Melanie poked Gerard in the chest with the cane and used it to force his head up, he swallowed harshly and licked his lips.

“Please Melanie, please punish me again, please. I haven’t learned my lesson yet. Please hit me again.”

“Much better. Who am I to deny you of what you want when you beg so prettily. Up you get sweetie.”

Gerard pulled himself to his feet and stood in front of the bed as Melanie climbed up on it again.

“Put your hands over your head baby boy, don’t want to hurt your arms much more.”

Gerard did as he’s asked and Melanie clasped one of the many sets of manacles hanging from the ceiling around his wrists, and leant forward to whisper in his ear.

“You take this round well, Gee, and I’ll let you come, and give you all night to kill Joe.”

Melanie smiled at the look of absolute glee on Gerard’s face as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the smile staying plastered on his face as she kissed him on the cheek and picked up the cane once more.

“Want you to count these for me okay?” Melanie just hit Gerard instead of waiting for answer, the cane landing squarely across his shoulders.

“One.”

The second strike is in the same spot and Gerard flinched.

“Two.”

Melanie pondered for a moment where she was going to hit him the third and fourth time and settled on his lower back, hitting him in quick succession.

“Fuck, three, fo…four.”

“I told you not to swear Gerard. First and only warning.”

Gerard dug his fingers into the heel of his palm to keep himself from swearing again when Melanie hit him, almost forgetting to count but caught himself just in time.

“Five.”

“Halfway there Gee. You’re doing so good, precious. You ready?”

“Yes please.”

Melanie smiled to herself. She really did have Gee wrapped around her little finger and the man would do anything for her. Too bad Melanie was in love with Ray and Gerard wouldn’t ever be anything more to her than a toy to play with and use as she saw fit.

“S…s…six.” Gerard stuttered out as Melanie hit him across the ass.

“Seven, Eight. Oh, my god.”

Gerard dropped his head and Melanie hit him twice in the same spot, giggling wickedly when he flinched. Gerard yelped when Melanie hit him with the cane where his ass and thigh met, barely managing to rasp out “Nine” before she did it again in the exact same spot.

“Ten. Thank you, Melanie. Please, please can I come? Did everything you said and I’ve been a good boy. Oh, please, Melanie, please.”

Melanie hung the cane back up in its spot on the wall before she slowly walked back to Gerard and un-cuffed him.

“Go on then, you dirty little pain slut, take the ring off and make yourself come.”

Gerard was quick to comply when Melanie told him to jerk himself off until he comes, all too aware that she could watch and might change her mind and not let him finish. Melanie didn’t watch though, she just wanted him to be done so she could go and make Ray feel better, instead she retrieved his pants from the hamper.

“Shit…I’m gonna…love it when you hit me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Melanie handed Gerard his pants and some tissues to clean himself up and patted him on the back, turning him to face the shocked and suddenly terrified Joe.

“Go get 'em, Tiger.” She ruffled his hair and left the basement, Ray’s bedroom on her mind.

Once Melanie got back upstairs and was sure Gerard was occupied in the basement with Joe, she slipped into her room and changed into a revealing, black satin negligee. Melanie didn’t even bother knocking on Ray’s closed bedroom door before letting herself in, delighted to find him in bed, eyes closed, naked, with only a thin sheet covering himself.

“Gerard told me everything about the rather horrid end to what was going to be a great night. Was wondering if there was anything I could do to help.” Melanie said sweetly and climbed onto the bed, straddling Ray’s lap.

“I’m tired Mel,” he said simply, throwing one arm over his face, resting his other hand on the curve of Melanie’s hip.

“Well, that’s the beauty of this darling…” Melanie rolled her hips a few times, feeling Ray’s cock swell underneath her and smirked. She kept rolling her hips and leaned down to kiss below his ear. “…you just have to lay there, and let me take care of you.”

Ray moved his arm so he could look at Melanie, mischief and sincerity plastered across her beautiful but innocent face.

“You always know how to make me feel better. It’s one of the reasons I love you, babe.”

Ray relented, knowing that once Melanie set her mind to something, there was no talking her out of it, no matter how hard he tried.

“I love you too, Ray. Now relax, and let me take care of you.”

Notes

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