Dark Frerard Smut

70k Special - Part 2

Gerard let go of the used boy when he walked away, leaving Frank to wriggle uncomfortably as he still tried to get away from the soft shudders inside of him. Gerard stopped behind him once again, looking down at the small toy when he bit his lip lightly. He reached forward, flicking his index finger against the plug, satisfied in himself when the boy reacted immediately, his hips giving a small kick before he made an unhappy sound. And then, finally, Gerard ran his finger over the underside of the plug, turning it off with a simple click. Frank let out a relieved breath through his nose, still obediently holding Gerard's load in his mouth. It felt absolutely filthy and demeaning as the bitter taste lingered on his tongue, but the relief to the rest of his body distracted him for a second, pulling his attention away from the sordid instruction he had been given.

The Dominant stroked his hand over Frank's ass again, his thumb running over the sensitive crevices near his inner thighs, listening to the younger's little noises as he shamelessly felt over every inch of him.

Frank busied himself thinking about how good it felt to have Gerard touch him like that, the older silently admiring his helpless body that was hanging on despite still being on the tightest string thanks to the cockring around Frank's erection. He wanted to cum, god, he wanted to end Gerard's ongoing torture and just beg for it like the slut he was. He couldn't open his mouth, though. He knew all too well that if one drop of Gerard's cum left his mouth, then he would be in a lot more trouble than he had been when he first fucked up. It was becoming harder and harder to keep himself together as Gerard's warm hands squeezed his ass and grazed over his balls slowly, the older going on teasingly about how good he looked, which caused Frank to shake heavily in his restraints.

What he definitely didn't expect, was Gerard's right hand to leave his ass, only to come back in a loud slap to his skin that caught him off guard entirely. Frank couldn't help what happened then; the hit had been so sudden that he lost all of his remaining composure. In a moment he was yelping out, unattractively spitting out everything when he lurched against the forceful spank.

He stared ahead with wide eyes, practically holding his breath when he realized what had just occurred and that his lower lip was still running with the thick liquid. He didn't dare move, heart thumping rapidly in his chest while he waited.

Gerard was definitely pissed. Frank knew that even before a rough hand appeared in his hair and pulled him up, emitting another cry from the boy as he gasped brokenly.

Gerard held him against his chest, mouth right up against the frozen submissive's ear as he held him up with a strong hand on his face. "Did I fucking say you could mess up my carpet, you brat?!" He snarled angrily. Frank sobbed silently at the pain in his cheeks, whining as Gerard spanked him again on the other side of his ass. He tried to breathe out an apology through his pouted lips, but Gerard just pushed him back down, glowering down at the submissive with disgust at his inadequacy. "Is it really that hard for you to follow a simple instruction? You're lucky I don't make you lick it off the fucking floor. Certainly a fitting punishment for a little whore who can't keep his mouth shut."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm- I'm sorry- fuck," Frank pleaded through his incoherent whimpering, choking out a moan when Gerard spanked him a third time. He felt lightheaded the longer it went on, hit after hit that Frank willingly took, his muscles tensing each time the pain shot through his nerve system.

Gerard was clearly upset with his misconduct, and it showed in the way he was abusing Frank's ablaze skin, but the younger knew that every blow to his body was perfectly controlled, that Gerard was highly enjoying his pitiful cries and the way his body quivered against the ropes.

Frank moaned out in an agonized fashion when a certain spank had him moving in a way that caused the toy to press down against his prostate. He began to beg senselessly, not even remotely sure what he was begging for anymore, but he knew that he needed Gerard.