Frank Iero, the mafia boss, only knew one method: his own. Frank was both respected and feared because of his violent nature and was widely recognized as a sadist.
Then, Gerard Way entered Frank's life by chance, with fate leading Frank to win the a...
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Frank reclined on the bed, a cloud of smoke swirling around him as he watched Gerard's head bobbing rhythmically beneath the blanket. His fingers traced lazy circles along Gerard's back, a low growl escaping his lips as he felt Gerard's warm mouth engulfing him. "You're doing so good, baby girl," Frank murmured. "Just like that, baby. Suck me just like that."
Gerard's muffled moans vibrated against Frank's skin as he eagerly complied, his lips working tirelessly to please his master. The taste of smoke lingered on Frank's tongue as he exhaled, the sensation only adding to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through his veins. Frank's grip tightened in Gerard's hair, guiding him with a gentle but firm pressure. "That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Make me feel good, just like you always do."
Suddenly, Frank's phone rang, he reluctantly pulled it from his bedside table. "What?" he barked into the phone. Gerard continued to suck obediently beneath the blanket, his movements never faltering as he listened to Frank's terse conversation with Ronnie. Despite the distraction, he remained focused on his task, determined to please his master no matter what. "Yeah, yeah, I got it," Frank muttered. "I'll take care of it. Just make sure you handle your end, Ronnie." Gerard could hear the edge in Frank's voice. But he knew better than to interrupt, keeping his head down as he continued to worship at Frank's feet. Finally, Frank hung up the phone with a frustrated sigh, tossing it aside as he returned his attention to Gerard. "Sorry about that, baby," he muttered. "But where were we?" Gerard's mouth working eagerly as he sought to erase the memory of Ronnie's intrusion with every stroke and suck. In that moment, there was only Frank - his master, his everything - and Gerard was determined to show him just how much he was valued and desired.
With a swift motion, Frank reached down and tugged the blanket away, revealing Gerard kneeling before him, his lips wrapped around Frank's cock. The sight of Gerard's flushed cheeks and eager eyes sent a surge of desire coursing through Frank's veins, his breath catching in his throat as he drank in the sight before him. "Fuck, Gerard," Frank groaned. "You look so fucking good down there." Gerard's eyes flicked up to meet Frank's gaze as he continued to suck with renewed fervor. Frank's fingers tangled in Gerard's hair, guiding him. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Suck me like you mean it." And as Gerard complied, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate, Frank couldn't help but lose himself in the pleasure of the moment. With every stroke of Gerard's tongue and every flick of his lips, Frank felt himself edging closer to the brink of ecstasy.
Frank's request sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Gerard's veins as he eagerly complied, his hands wrapping around Frank's thick cock as he continued to suck with fervent determination. The sheer size of Frank's manhood required both of Gerard's hands to stroke it fully, his fingers working in tandem with his mouth to bring Frank to the peak of pleasure. As Gerard's hands moved in sync, slick with saliva, the room filled with a symphony of sounds - the wet slurping of Gerard's mouth, the rhythmic pumping of his hands, and Frank's guttural groans of ecstasy. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure shooting through Frank's body, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Gerard," Frank moaned. "That's it, just like that. Keep going, baby."
