Cry All You Want To (I Don't Care)

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Gerard heard a plate crash in the kitchen when the doorbell to Frank’s home rang. He whimpered and buried himself in the blood and cum matted sheets as he heard Frank run back to the bedroom from the kitchen.

Frank burst into the bedroom and Gerard squeaked quietly in fear. Would Frank kill him? Just to make sure he was quiet?

“Don’t you say a fucking word, got it!?” Frank snapped, pointing a vicious finger at Gerard.

“Yes, Frankie,” Gerard whimpered. 

“Not.A.Word.” Frank slammed the bedroom door and hurried to his front door. Gerard inhaled shakily and listened in utter silence as Frank opened his front door.

“Hey—hey man, what’s up?” Frank said. “You okay?” Gerard’s heart was pounding as he listened to the guest mumble indistinctly. “Yeah—no, it’s fine. Come on—come in.” Gerard heard the front door close and then the living room couch creak as the two sat down.

The guest mumbled something and Gerard’s blood ran cold when he recognized the voice. Mikey… It was Mikey. He fought so hard to bite back the urge to scream for his little brother to get the hell away from Frank—to run and never look back.

The very last thing he wanted in the world was to end up tied to the same bed where his little brother was being beaten and tortured. He didn’t care if Frank kept him forever and tortured him until he was dead—he just didn’t want Mikey hurt.

Even if it was entirely Mikey’s fault that he was here, he couldn’t be mad at Mikey—and he didn’t wish this pain on anyone.

“Mikes—can you hold on for just a second?” Frank said. Gerard stiffened because he heard Frank get up and start coming toward the bedroom.

He stayed silent even though he was shaking so hard the bed was even moving. He couldn’t upset Frank, he had to prove his obedience so that he didn’t get killed…or get Mikey killed.

“Hey,” Frank whispered after entering the bedroom and closing the door behind him. Gerard slowly started siting up, despite the pain that tore through him from the weeks of abuse. He looked at Frank with wide, loving eyes filled with terror and anxiety as his captor came to him quickly, undoing his belt and then undoing the button on his jeans. “Open your mouth.”

Gerard hesitated—but only because he had to suppress the thoughts of “now?” and “really? right now?”—but of course he obeyed. He opened his mouth wide and let his tongue come out just enough to cover his lower row of teeth. 

Frank came to the side of the bed and grabbed Gerard firmly by the back of the head, pulling Gerard down so that his mouth completely enveloped his dick. Gerard let Frank guide his head up and down, feeling the smooth skin sliding along his tongue as the bitter pre-cum dripped down the back of his throat and leaked out of his mouth with the lines of his drool. 

“You stay quiet now,” Frank panted, starting to fuck Gerard’s mouth while Gerard’s own brother sat in the next room. Gerard gave up on trying to understand why Frank did what he did—he just let the man get off on the tension and uncertainty. “Or I’m gonna bring your little brother in here and fuck him on the bed right beside you.” Gerard couldn’t hold back the wail of fear as Frank pulled completely out of his mouth despite being hard and still leaking. “Not a sound,” Frank seethed, redoing his pants and leaving the room after composing himself. “Sorry, Mikey—I had my mom on the phone.—No, no it’s no trouble. I can call her anytime. Are you feeling okay?—I know it’s been rough.”

Swallowing back the bitter taste in his mouth, Gerard tried to catch a word of what Mikey said, but his brother was just mumbling in despair. Finally, though, his voice rose above a mutter.