Playing with power //// Frerard

Of heaven and hell

For three days Frank was left mostly to his own devices. He was allowed to roam the house as much as he wanted, though he wasn't allowed to go outside. Not even into the backyard. He had had to sleep naked that first night but when he awoke in the morning the closet in his room was full of new clothes all in his size and the drawers had housed all kinds of underwear, pyjamas, belts and accessories.

Whenever he was hungry he was free to go to the kitchen and make whatever he wanted, though breakfast, lunch and dinner were all provided by an in-house chef who said very little but seemed friendly. There was also a female gardener who Frank would watch potter about the garden from the living room window. She was a very attractive woman with large breasts, a tiny waist and flowing black hair she would leave in a pony tail. Frank had seen Gerard stood talking to her sometimes, but Gerard himself was mostly not around those first few days. In fact, Frank didn't really see any of the men who had brought him here.

Frank was unused to being left like this. When he had been Bert's pet he had been left in his cage whenever Bert wasn't around, and he was only let out when Bert wanted something from him. Here was completely different though, Frank had never had so much freedom, and yet he knew that despite the long leash he was given he was still a prisoner. He was still another man's pet.

After those first few days, Gerard saw fit to confirm it.

Frank was sat in the living room like he had been doing every day, just gazing out the window and watching the pretty girl garden outside. It was a sunny day and she seemed to be getting hot. She stopped clipping the roses and leaned back, sighing as she ran the back of her wrist across her forehead, her dainty hands covered in green leather gardener's gloves. Frank found himself growing pretty mesmerised as he watched her go back to her preening, not noticing Gerard enter the living room through the open door.

"Like what you see?" The older man asked softly, a smirk playing about his lips as Frank jumped in shock and looked at him with a guilty expression in his eyes.

"O – Oh I... I err... I was just looking at the garden." He said quickly, blushing and biting his lip hard as he watched Gerard slowly approach him. Already Frank's heart was racing in fear and excitement, his face going hot. He knew he had to compose and start making a game plan or Gerard would overpower him easily. "I'd like to go outside at some point." He said quietly, regretting it instantly as Gerard smirked darkly at him.

"Would you?" He purred, approaching Frank at a leisurely pace, running a fingertip down the side of his jaw once he reached him. "Only good boys get to go outside. Good boys who've earned my trust. But you're not going the right way about it at all Frankie, not if you've already forgotten your manners." He smirked, Frank blushing deeply.

"I – I didn't mean to sound rude, I just –" Frank gasped when Gerard slapped him sharply round the face, the strike light enough not to hurt terribly but it was enough to damage Frank's pride. He scowled deeply as he shoved Gerard's hand away, cradling his struck cheek as he clenched his teeth. "You son of a bitch, what was that for!?" He shouted, gasping when Gerard slapped him again, harder this time, so that if he hadn't grabbed his hair soon after and used his hold to yank Frank to his feet then the younger man would have fallen from the window seat.

"Oh dear Frankie, we have forgotten ourselves haven't we?" Gerard snarled softly, pulling Frank up high until their faces were level and Frank had to rest on the tip of his toes. His hands came up to grab at Gerard's, his nails digging into the older man's knuckles as he tried to wrench out of his grip. "It's a shame that you're going to misbehave so quickly after not seeing me for a few days."

"I – I wasn't – I – I d – didn't mean to I –" Frank hissed sharply when Gerard tightened his grip in his hair, the silky locks straining against Frank's scalp until he felt certain Gerard was going to rip his hair right out. "A – Agh! Gerard please!" He gasped, trying to tiptoe higher to relieve some of the pressure but Gerard only raised his fist more to make it worse.