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Gerard was struggling to keep his fake smile in place. He was sitting at one of the tables at Willz with Patrick and Dallon on either side of him, both telling the man standing in front of them to drop it.
“Five thousand, Gee. Imagine what you could do with that.”
It was Bert, one of Gerard's loyal clients, trying yet again to convince him to give up his virginity. The price went up every time and Gerard thought that both of them probably knew he would give in eventually.
“Bert,” Patrick replied. “He said no. If you keep this up, you'll go on his red list and you'll never see him again. Is that what you want?”
“Fine, okay.” Bert sighed. They all knew it wasn't the last time. “Then come with me now?”
“Sorry, he's already booked.” A new voice joined them, one that Gerard had grown to care for so much more than he had expected; Frank. “Move on, Bert. And leave the fucking kid alone, you know the rules here.” Frank made sure Bert was gone from their table before throwing his brightest smile at the three men sitting there. “Hey, guys. You good to come with me, Gee?”
Gerard narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“Jesus,” Dallon laughed. “That is not how you're supposed to react when you're offered money.”
“I don't mind if I have to work for the money.”
Frank rolled his eyes playfully, holding out his hand. “Come on, princess. I got you something.”
“Hmm.” Gerard tried to think about it, but Patrick was suddenly pushing him out of the booth, not giving him a chance. Of course they all knew he wanted him, but if Frank was going to play hard to get, shouldn't he do the same? He took Frank's hand and let himself be led upstairs.
Gerard hadn't been up here yet. There were more rooms up here, kept aside for the higher paying clients of Willz. Each room was modified to their own liking and Frank's looked like an actual sex dungeon.
Yes, Gerard had been doing his research.
“Oh,” Gerard whispered, standing stationary in the doorway until Frank guided him inside with a gentle hand on his lower back, locking the door behind them. His eyes moved from the crops, to the handcuffs, to the cross, to the-
“It's a lot,” Frank chuckled. “But I won't be using any of it on you, so don't worry.” He sat down on the bed, picking up a large gift box he had left there.
“Why did you bring me here, Frank?” Gerard stood uncertainly by the door, shifting from foot to foot.
“Because I keep taking up your time and scaring other men away. I'd rather stay in here with you where we won't be interrupted, and you'll also get paid so you won't hate me.”
“I couldn't.. Jesus, Frank, I don't hate you.”
“I know.” Frank grinned, beckoning him over and handing him the box. “For you.”
Gerard shivered at the intensity in his eyes before opening the box. “Fuck.”
“Language.”
He was being serious, Gerard could read that in his eyes. “Sorry. Do you.. Do you want me to put it on for you?”
“Of course I do.” Frank's voice was soft now, too. “I'll look away, you can put it on there.”
“Okay.” Gerard tilted his head as he looked at the older man. He was now looking down at his hands, those beautiful strong hands that Gerard desperately wanted on his body. Everything that Frank did led him to believe that it might happen, but his words pushed him the other way.
He took his clothes off before slipping into what Frank had bought for him. It was a pastel pink babydoll made from sheer soft material. There were also matching underwear, that hardly covered anything, a garter belt, and thigh-high white stockings.
It took Gerard's breath away when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room. “Okay, I.. I'm ready.”
Frank was speechless for the first time when he looked up. His lips parted like he was going to say something, but the words got caught in his throat.
“You must see loads of guys like this.” Stupid Gerard, always trying to sabotage a good thing for himself.
“They're never as pretty as you.”
Now it was Gerard's turn to be left speechless. He walked wordlessly towards the tattooed man when Frank held onto his hands and pulled him to stand between his legs.
“And I very rarely dress them up, I'm usually undressing them.” Frank's hands roamed over the younger man's sides, down over his hips before settling on his thighs. “You're gorgeous, Gerard. No, you're beautiful.”
Gerard let out a shaky breath. His skin was tingling everywhere that Frank had touched and his traitorous dick was twitching slightly. “I don't know what you want from me, Frank. I'll give it to you if you just tell me. I don't know what-”
“Get on your knees.”
Now that, he could do. Gerard dropped down to kneel between Frank's legs, looking up at where he sat on the bed. “You want me to blow you?”
“No, I don't want anything from you, sweetheart. I just want to see you.” His smirk was pulled up at one side when he leaned down, hand tangling in Gerard's hair. “Something for me to think about later.”
“When you're fucking someone else?” Gerard gasped when his hair was pulled harshly. His scalp burned in a way that had his mouth falling open and his dick.. His dick was really feeling it now.
Did he like pain?
“Why won't you let me be good for you, Frankie?”
“Because you couldn't handle what I give to those who submit to me.”
Gerard straightened himself up. “Try me.”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
Frank pulled Gerard up by the hair, absorbing the whimpers of pain that fell from his lips. “You don't speak to me like that.” Gerard's head was tilted back, his throat exposed. “Fucking apologise to me.”
“I'm sorry,” Gerard gasped, eyes brimming with tears as his hands fell onto Frank's knees for support. “I'm sorry, Frank.”
“Not Frank, try again.”
Gerard racked his brain for a minute before remembering what Oli had said to him before. It made him tremble with.. what? Excitement? Nerves? “I'm sorry, sir.”
Frank leaned in closer, lips ghosting over Gerard's throat. “Good boy.” He chuckled when the younger man clearly shivered at the praise. “But you need to learn, don't you? Because I can't have you talking to me like that.”
“I am sorry, I was just trying to get a reaction out of you.” Gerard rubbed at his scalp when Frank released the grip on his hair.
“Oh, I know. I'm used to dealing with brats like you.” Frank's grin was wicked now. “And I know just how to deal with them. I want you to lie across my lap.”
“Oh, you-”
“You should be saying ‘yes sir’ and doing exactly what I asked.”
Gerard nodded curtly. “Yes sir.” He was shaking as he climbed up onto the bed beside him, getting on his knees and glancing only briefly into Frank's expectant eyes before bending over across his legs. He was pushed further down until his crotch was pressed against Frank's thighs, making him squirm when his half-hard cock tried to jump fully to life. He couldn't let that happen.
“Look at you, angel.” Frank pushed back the skirt of the babydoll so that he could run his hands over Gerard's ass. It was soft beneath his calloused fingers, pliant when he squeezed it. “I wanted to dress you up pretty and admire you, but you just had to push it and get a punishment. I shouldn't even be punishing you.”
“Why not?” Gerard whispered, hiding his blushing face into his arms. He felt so exposed like this, even more so than if he was standing naked in front of someone. It was something to do with the way Frank looked at him.
“Because you're not my sub.”
“But I could be.”
Frank laughed, his hand coming down softly against Gerard's ass. “No. You couldn't.”
“Why not? I- ah!” His body jolted when Frank hit him harder.
“Don't speak, Gee. This is a punishment, you don't get to ask for anything else.” His hand came down again, softer this time. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”
“No sir,” Gerard whispered.
“Right, okay. Do you know what a safe word is?”
“If.. I say it and you stop, right?”
“Right.” Frank ran his fingers down the younger man's spine. “The traffic light system is three words; green, yellow and red. You can say red at any time and I'll stop, always. Yellow means you're okay to continue, but only with caution because you're not sure. And green means you're completely good to continue. Understood?”
Gerard's forehead was resting against his forearms on the bed. “Yes. Yes sir.”
“Good.” Frank brought his hand down, harder than before but still light enough. “Colour?”
“Green,” Gerard answered instantly, his body responding in ways it had never reacted towards pain before.
His hand came down harder each time, and each time he checked in with the younger man who was shaking by now. “You're sure, Gee? This is harder than I thought you could handle.”
Gerard was breathing heavily, his dick now fully hard in his thin little panties. “I like it, sir. Feels.. I know it's a punishment but it feels..”
“You like it?” He sounded surprised.
“Yes sir.”
“Dirty little fucking whore.” And then he hit him again. And again. And again. “Why am I doing this, Gerard? Why are you being punished?”
“Because I- Fuck, because I cursed at you, sir.” Each hit was pushing him against Frank's thigh and he was not coping well with it. The next hit drew a moan out of him, but he couldn't find it in himself to care, not when he was doing it over and over again.
Frank hummed to himself. “And are you sorry?”
“Yes sir, I'm sorry.” Gerard's entire body was trembling with need. “I'm sorry, I'll be good.” Another hit and another moan. His ass was stinging now but the pain only added to the pleasure.
“You sure about that?”
“I'll be so good, sir. I promise.” He let out a choked sob. “I promise, please.”
Frank had stopped and was now running his hands over Gerard's ass once again, admiring the marks there. “Please what? What do you want, Gee?”
“I don't know, anything, just.. Please.”
“You want to get yourself off, then get yourself off.” Frank moved Gerard's legs apart before holding his hips and pushing him down. “Like this, see? I'm not going to touch you, Gee. I've already told you that. But I don't want you left here all sad and desperate. So show me what a good little slut you are and get yourself off.”
Gerard whined at the back of his throat. He had never been humiliated like this before, had never been told to grind against someone until he came. But he would do it. For Frank. He started uncertainly, gradually picking up his pace when Frank started to guide him with a firm grip on his hips.
“That's it, Gee, you're doing so good.” Frank's voice sounded hoarse, his hands certain and rough against the thin cotton of Gerard's clothes. “You look so fucking good like this, so desperate to get yourself off on me.” He brought his hand down against Gerard's ass again, drawing out a deep moan from the younger man.
The friction was overwhelming, Gerard's cheeks red as he grinded against him, in complete disbelief that he was actually doing this with Frank. Frank, the man who had made it very obvious he wanted nothing to do with him in this way. And now, here he was, holding him against his body as he desperately sought his release.
It didn't take long for Gerard to get there, not when just being touched by Frank had his mind scrambled.
“Frankie,” Gerard sobbed.
“What? What is it, princess?”
“Need.. I'm so close, I need-”
“You don't tell, you ask.”
“What? I.. I don't- Fuck!” Gerard was so close, each hit bringing him even further along.
“You need to ask for my permission before you come.”
Fuck, that was hot. “Please sir. Please, can I come? Please.”
“I don't think you sound desperate enough.” He slapped, squeezed, and repeated it all over again.
Gerard uttered a choked sob, clutching at the duvet beneath him. He tried to stop moving, but Frank forced him to keep going. “Please Frank- Sir, fuck! I can't do it, I need.. Please, sir.”
“You have no idea how much I'd love to tie you up in here, not letting you come for hours.” Frank pulled on the younger man's hair, roughly tugging his head back. “The things I'd do to you if you were my sub.”
“Please!” Gerard was openly sobbing now, his body shaking from the sheer effort of holding back. “I'll do anything, sir, just please let me come.”
“You need to be careful what you promise.” Frank laughed to himself. “You can come, darling.”
Gerard moaned as he did, ass pushing back against Frank's hand with a desperate cry of his name. He lay there panting afterwards, eyes downcast when the older man gently guided him back up into a kneeling position beside him.
“How are you feeling?”
“Embarrassed, I..” Gerard shook his head, still panting quietly. “That was..”
“Humiliating? Yeah, I know.” Frank smiled when he tilted the other man's head up. “That's kind of the point, darling. I'm very good at coming up with punishments.”
Gerard looked between his eyes, a soft whimper escaping his throat. “I don't know what you want from me, Frank. I really don't.”
“And that's my fault, I'm sorry.” He sighed, brushing back Gerard's damp hair from his forehead before pulling him in against his body for comfort, a soothing hand running over his lower back. “I've been saying one thing and doing another, I know. This can't happen again, nothing like this can happen again.”
“But-”
Frank held up a finger, smiling sadly. “I'm very clear with what I want, Gerard. I'm a dom and I only want submissives. That's all I'm interested in. You, sweetheart, are not that.”
“But I could be.” He knew he sounded desperate, but he really didn't care. Gerard wanted Frank. He needed him.
“You haven't had enough experience to know what you want yet. You can't go from being a virgin to my submissive, I need too much from my subs.”
“Can't you.. Can't I try?”
“Gee.” Frank's voice was soft as his thumb trailed over Gerard's cheek, watching fondly as the younger man nuzzled into it. “You want this because you like the idea of an older guy telling you what to do. Being a sub, it's not.. It's not just having someone take control of you, it's so much more.”
“I know,” Gerard whispered. “I know, I looked into it.”
“Oh yeah? What did you look into, exactly?”
“I.. Oli said you were into BDSM so I looked it up. I've heard of it, obviously, but I didn't really understand it.”
“And what did you find?”
Gerard blushed. “A lot of pictures of people in leather being tied up. But also.. I read a lot of articles. About why people do it, about what exactly happens in different.. Scenes, is that what they're called? About.. All the different kinds of kinks that people have and what they look like.”
“And how did you feel when you were looking at all of that?”
“Excited.” Gerard looked down until Frank clicked his fingers, making his head snap back up again. The older man grinned at that. “I felt.. I know that I want more than the vanilla stuff I've had, but I didn't.. I don't know, it looked.. Frank, I know I sound desperate, okay? I know it's fucking pathetic, but-”
“Language.”
“Sorry. Sorry, I.. Can you tell me the real reason why you won't take me on as a sub? Why you don't want me?”
Frank shook his head as he held onto the younger man's hands. “It has nothing to do with not wanting you, trust me. If I'm completely honest, Gee.. You need a full time dom. Whenever someone tells me that they want to get into this lifestyle, I tell them to research first. Do a shit ton of research, join forums, talk to people online. Then go to clubs, meet people in real life and learn more that way, maybe even do a trial scene with someone. But with you..If you really want this lifestyle, you need a proper mentor. You have so little experience that you need someone to guide you through it all, to train you and ease you into it slowly.”
“And that's not you.”
“No. I don't have full time subs, Gee. I have guys here that will act as my sub when I'm here. I have people I can call, or different guys from clubs, who will do the same for me when I feel like it. I don't have long term subs because it's a lot of work and responsibility and I need time to focus on my own stuff.”
Gerard mulled this over, eyes flickering around the room as he thought about it. “So.. Theoretically.. If I did find someone to train me and you were still coming here after.. Then we could do something together, right? Something that you might do with the other guys here.”
Frank laughed, the sound light and cheerful as he trailed his fingers over the top of Gerard's stockings. “Okay, fine, yes. If you were more experienced with BDSM and had a bit of training, I wouldn't have any issues.”
“Not even with my age?”
“I don't usually go for younger guys, but it doesn't mean I can't.”
Gerard beamed at him. “Really? So you'd treat me like the others?”
“If you did have a full lime dom, they very likely wouldn't want anyone else touching you. But otherwise, yes. Of course.”
“Okay.” Gerard knew he was getting his hopes up too high, but he needed something to hold onto. “Okay, good. I'll leave it, then. It's in your court now, or whatever.”
“I think you'll find that it always was.” Frank tutted slightly, hands running over the garter straps on Gerard's thighs. “This outfit is just for me, okay? I don't know what that means or how I'll get to see it again, but I know that I don't want anyone else seeing it on you.”
“I think maybe you're a little protective of me, Frankie.” Gerard's tone was teasing, but his heart was fluttering like crazy inside his chest.
Frank opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. His eyes trailed over Gerard's body. “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.. Sir.”
“Good. Then that's all for today.”